Wolf's Control

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Gay Cuckolding Lust

"Aren't you cute, all tied up like that?"

It was a rhetorical question, not one that I was actually supposed to answer, trussed up from head to toe, my arms bound behind my back with my paws together, fingers wriggling within mitts. Even though I was a horse anthro, my white coat was obscured by a latex bodysuit that fully covered me, even down to my hooves, which had been bound, like my hands (or paws, depending on how one wanted to refer to them) in huge, oversized paw-like boots. A pup hood and muzzle rested over my head, able to see but little more than that, shiny and black and waiting like a good little toy in bondage.

My partner had put me there, locking my collar back to the wall of the bedroom, though I didn't even know when he had put that fitting in to chain me in place. I could strain and I could struggle, but the latex was tight on me, the collar thick enough to stop me from turning my head. Although I could not be sure, already with a limited range of motion, I thought that my fetlocks had been hobbled too, something stiff tugging against where my ankle would have been if I was, as my wolf boyfriend had wanted to make good and sure that there was nothing at all that I could do to escape his bonds.

I whined plaintively up at him, tongue pushing hopelessly against the gag in my muzzle, but he didn't care. Sax didn't care whether I liked it or not and I still couldn't decide whether that turned me on or not, this dubious shivering of boundaries that I could never be quite sure about. We'd never had strict rules and we were perhaps "too young and too dumb", pushing the limits of what we'd experienced so far, though Sax, my dominant partner, tending to go headlong into things that he understood hardly any more than me.

It made my guts churn in the best of ways, despite the twist of anxiety. I wanted it but I did not know that I had to be forced into it, bodily, with bondage. I moaned and tried to suck on the gag in my mouth, though my herbivore teeth were nowhere near good enough to take even that edge off. My tail tried to flick, but all I could do was watch helplessly as my boyfriend growled, resplendent in nudity, grey fur covering him from head to toe with a touch of white to his underbelly, as he bore down over another anthro on the bed.

I didn't know them. Maybe Sax did, but I didn't need to know. He'd told me that the first time he'd brought someone into our bedroom when I couldn't do anything about it, the lights low, gagged and blindfolded, only able to hear what was going on as Sax cheated on me in front of me. My cock had been harder than ever that first time and that was what I thought drove my dominant on to taunt me more, to show me that he could go out and fuck any hole that he wanted, all while I was helpless to do anything about it.

Finding partners for myself to even the score wasn't something that I even considered, not as my shaft throbbed, blessedly, within the kinky space allowed for it within the latex suit. It was as if a faux cock had been strapped to my hips, though my equine length could not help but slide into it, swelling to full hardness, as I watched a lion flag his tail, so appeasing, for my master.

"He'll be tighter than you, you little cock slut," Sax teased, though there was biting edge to his tone that had not been there before, dark eyes boring into me. "Why do you think I have to go out getting other holes to plough? You can't give me fucking everything I need."

He swore more than me, though I shuddered and tried to nicker for him. My head swirled, not knowing whether I wanted it or not, whether I wanted him to fuck the lion, the tawny hide bare, submission, the thick mane meaning nothing at all. He could be the biggest stockbroker or a top tier doctor and he could still have been a submissive slut in bed. I wouldn't know anything about it.

But Sax knew more than me and that taunted me, drove me into a frenzy, watching as the wolf stroked his cock, the knot not yet inflated at the base. I groaned, trying to push my tongue, once again, against the gag, even if I really knew there was nothing I could do.

I just had to watch. All as my dominant put on a show for me, my master who showed his teeth, letting me see how every inch of his cock slid into the tight arse of the lion splayed out on the bed like a feast laid out to be devoured. The lion's face was shoved into the pillows and Sax shoved his tail out of the way as if it was annoying him, grinding in, bearing down, using the weight of his body to support his thrusts.

For them, there were no words. Only grunts and growls, the lion letting out pitiful little mewls as if he was a much smaller, weaker feline than he was. Yet all my eyes could lock onto, grinding my teeth into the gag until my jaw ached, watching, wishing it was my arse. I clenched down on nothing as a rando submissive slut for the night took the cock that should have been rightfully mine, even though Sax had decided that I had to earn it.

Denied. Controlled. Why did it make me so hot? Why did it make me want to swish my tail like that? Why did it make my skin tingle to the point that it felt like it was itching? Why did it make my cock throb harder than ever, spilling thick pre-cum into the space allowed for my cock in the latex suit? The "cock" jutting from my crotch was almost humiliatingly large, even though my length, as a horse anthro, was nothing to sniff at. It was as if it was the one thing that could make a stallion feel inadequate, as if there was nothing that my master could use my cock for, despite everything.

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