FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The orca grunted, for him everything was pitch black, and he could feel something tied to his head keeping him from seeing what was around him. As he tried to move, he could feel something cold restraining his arms as they were hanging above him as well as a clinging sound, probably some chains holding them up to a hook, while his feet were barely touching ground from the tip of his toes.

Calming down, the killer whale took a slow breath, trying to assess the situation.

On his body he could feel some more gear, the tight feel across his chest was probably a harness, while on his groin, at the base of his currently very hard shaft, there was no mistaking he had some cock ring attached.

He could recall heading to the club the night before, with his husband and a couple friends, and having his fair share of drink. He might have been into this kind of situation, but usually he was conscious when it started, rather than just wake up already bound.

"Oh, it seems like daddy orca is awake."

Grit turned his head towards the voice. It was pointless obviously, as he still couldn't see a thing. The voice was familiar, and he could even hear the faint noise of a breathing, so he probably wasn't alone in the room. The way he was called too convinced him there was nothing to fear except for a good time, he just needed more information to register who it could be, as he still struggled with his inebriated brain.

"Mmmh mphhh?"

Of course he was gagged. He should have realized sooner, but between the drunken state and the blood going to his dick rather than head, it was easy to miss on some details.

"No, no, you won't be released until I'm done having fun."

The voice was a bit louder, and the orca could hear footsteps, indicating the other male was coming closer to him. He stayed still, except for his cock throbbing in anticipation of what would come next, and his big tail swishing lazily, trying not to give away his excitation too easily.

A hot breath was washing over his face, and he could feel a hand get behind his head, as the gag that was keeping him from speaking went off. Before he could speak though a pair of lips pressed against his, and a tongue invaded his maw. Despite being already blinded the orca closed his eyes, he could feel the wet appendage rubbing against his, and the hand on the back of his head slowly rubbing his smooth skin, along with the feel of some scales scratching lightly on his body.

Smiling to himself, the orca was now convinced of who the culprit was, but decided to go with the flow.

As quickly as it started, the kiss ended. He wasn't used to not controlling the situation, head still pushing forward in an attempt to keep making out, only getting a chuckle out of his captor.

"Such a good orca."

To go with the praise, he could feel his hips pulled unnaturally by his crotch. The bastard probably had a leash clipped to his cock ring, but he couldn't deny enjoying the feel, his cock even jumping in need and his hips wriggling as he tried to thrust in the air, despite barely touching ground.

"Look at you all needy!" The voice said with amusement.

Biting his tongue, the killer whale remained silent, but his meat was still standing for attention and he was now panting.

Soon enough he could feel a pair of hands pressing against his torso. The orca let out a rumble, pressing himself the best he could against them. He enjoying the rough hands massaging all over his chest, his muscles flexing every time the scales were scratching over his smooth rubbery skin. He could feel them grope his pecs, or his rump, pass around his thighs and fondling his balls before squeezing his biceps, feeling everywhere at once.

"Mmmmffffuck yeah..." Were the first words Grit finally let out.

"Good, focus on how good that feels."

Once again he kept his eyes close, listening to the voice, and soon enough he could feel a snout against his neck, nuzzling and nibbling there, eliciting a moan from him. In a teasing way he could also felt the spandex harness he wore being tugged on before coming back snapping against his chest. His cock was now leaking some pre despite not being played with at all, and as his unknown partner soon found his way to his pits, lapping over them, he knew he probably wouldn't even need it to spend a great night.

As if reading his mind, his captor's hand went and gave his length a light squeeze.

"Look at you all pent up." Despite not being able to see his face, the orca knew there was a big predatory grin on the other guy's face.

The cetacean didn't care though. His fluke was now stomping the ground with every move of his big tail, trying to give him momentum to thrust in the hand holding his meat. He didn't needed to do it for long though, as the hand soon started to jerk him, the orca letting his tongue out, pleasure washing over him.

While getting a handjob he then felt the lips come back to his, the kissing restarting, his unknown partner making out sloppily as their tongue danced together, Grit drooling a bit and swapped saliva with the other male.

Sadly for him, this time too it all ended too quickly for him, both the kiss and hand leaving him alone, the orca letting a whine and frustrated click out.

"Don't stop please!" He needed it badly, his release so close but denied to him.

"My big daddy orca begging for me. Such a stud, I bet you need more..." His captor's hand returned for a few seconds, finger slightly teasing from the base to the tip of his dick.

His brain was slowly shutting down, his lust and need taking over as he was being toyed with, the orca only managing to nod fast as his dick was throbbing and covered in pre. He wasn't sure what would happen next, until he heard shuffling sound and soon felt the same lips surround his cockhead.

His whole body tensed. Hands gripping the chains and making them rustle as he tried to drive himself deeper into the wet and warm maw, but a light squeeze on his balls made him stop along with a sounding spank on his rump.

"Not yet, give me time to enjoy it." The voice was low and commanding this time, the playfulness gone.

Grit grunted as he was deprived from orgasm, the maw now gone from his junk, while the other male was now nuzzling his balls, giving each of them a lick and slightly sucking on them, making the poor orca's body tense.

"AAaaaAH!"

He was once again struggling in his position, cock jumping and spurting some pre that was without a doubt landing on the one toying with him. He could feel the snout now nuzzling his meat, and kisses all over his length, his big tail trashing behind him. Then his tormentor went back to sucking him, this time sucking all of his cock. Panting and letting a low moan out, the cetacean did his best to keep still this time, not wanting to be kept on edge.

"Much better, big orca."

Feeling the head move up and down, the wet saliva covering his cock, part of it always in that warm hole while the other shifted between the fresh air and the wet warmth was pure ecstasy. He didn't even growled as he could feel his ass being groped and a finger slide in between his cheeks to tease him. Pleasure was building up quickly, the orca loving more and more the situation he was in, feeling the unknown person's hand fondling his balls while blowing him, finally getting near the edge- Until it stopped again.

"NO!"

"Daddy orca wants to cum uh? The big stud needs to breed?" The voice teased him.

That hand on his hard orcahood and stroking him, Grit just doing his best to thrust in, bestial need taking over, growling and struggling in his restrain, feeling the leash on his cockring being tugged again in an attempt to reign in.

"FUCK!"

"Oh we are going to."

His shaft was released from that grip, followed by the feel of a thick liquid dripping over it, before the hand came back, smearing it all over slowly, stopping every time the orca was getting too please, Grit's brain now completely shut and just needing to empty his balls in any way.

"You're so sexy like that... Gonna let you down from that hook, big orca. Then I want you in me." His captor said, though the killer whale was barely registering the words.

Following his words, the orca could feel himself lifted by the waist, until he fell his arms able to go down. The metallic chain was still tight around his wrist, and his arms were sore from being held in his position, but his throbbing and hard cock was the only thing mattering to him. He moved his head left and right, until he felt his pelvis pulled by the leash again, indicating where his tormentor was.

He slammed himself into the other male, both of them falling on the ground with him on top. The black and white whale was already humping the now victim, trying to find a hole to bury himself in.

"Fuck! Look at this beast! That's my orca!" Said the voice to his ears.

Grit was quickly helped, feeling legs lock around his hips and his head pulled down towards the neck of the one that teased him endlessly. He was soon nibbling on it, while his lubed shaft found the back entrance of the other male, sliding it without any resistance despite his hurry and need.

Growling, and shoving all his length in, the only thing he desired was cumming.

His body was mashed against the other, grinding against it, feeling those scales scratching every inch of his body while his cock was sliding in and out, his balls slamming against the other's rump, the sound of his rutting filling the room. He could only focus on his pleasure, though the hot moans coming to his ears were proof enough the other one enjoyed it as much as him. The orca felt hand rubbing all over his back, gripping on his fin and sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"NNGHHHHGH!" Was the only sound Grit could form.

With a strong effort and use of his strength, he lifted the unknown male off the ground, squeezing him against his body and making him bounce, gravity helping him getting deeper every time the other one came down.

The moans and grunts of pleasure echoing in the room, filling his head, was music to his ears, pleasing the needy killer whale. His own groans and rumbles were added to the mix, feeling the hole squeezing on his shaft every time he was fully hilted in.

Against his abs he could feel the equally hard shaft of his partner, each time he thrusted deep in him it twitched and was leaking another big globe of pre over him, showing he was probably as close as him. Had he been focused on more than his release, Grit would probably have teased his "captor" by edging him for longer as a payback.

More and more, his plowing of that hole, slobbering all over the now victim, along with the nibbles he received himself and hands exploring all of his body, was building the pleasure and driving him toward his orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuuck!!! Fill me up!" The other male said, grabbing on his harness.

The orca feeling himself pulled forward in another kiss, his tongue taking over and invading that maw. As he was both deep in the stranger's ass and throat at once, he could feel the scaley shivers and moans soon followed by the feel of the thick and warm cum splattering over his torso.

Grinning, the cetacean picked up the pace, going for shorter and faster thrust, his balls spanking against the cheeks of the bottoming male.

"MINE!" He exclaimed by giving a light bite wherever he could, while tightening his hold.

He rammed himself one more time inside the tight tunnel that was squeezing his cock, before erupting. He could feel his meat throb with each new rope of semen shot as the clenching ass was milking him. His balls slightly pulling up, humping fast as more and more was coming out, sweet release and eyes rolling back, not even hearing the whines of pleasure of his faceless partner.

After a bit, body shaking and huffing, the orca finally released his grip, his cock slowly softening as the other male left him. He was left lying there, chest heaving with each deep breath, his brain finally rebooting after his carnal desire were fulfilled.

Footstep were coming to him as he tried to catch his breath now alone on the ground. As the blinders were finally gone, he could see his wolf above him holding his phone, obviously having filmed the whole scene, his cock still hard despite some cum dribbling from his length and down to his balls, leaving a mess in his fur.

"Hope you had fun hun." The lupine said with a smile before kissing him tenderly.

Looking around him, he could recognize the room as their own, along with the bottle of lube on the ground and a toy or two that weren't used on him but probably by his husband or the guy he just had fun with.

Finally, he then turned to his "captor" and smirked, Grit still panting as he was only slowly coming down from the intense session.

"So it WAS you."