Breath Play
A short story about a Dalmation having some breath play fun. This is really just testing the waters, since i've never written porn before, let alone porn of the furry variety.
Seth lay naked on his bed and reached over to grab one of the disposable plastic bags while idly stroking his cock with his other paw. He pulled the bag half way over his head and then, after taking a few deep breaths, he pulled it over his muzzle and down to his neck, fastening it in place with an old leather dog collar.
The young Dalmatian had done this before, but it was never any less terrifying. What if something went wrong this time? What if he passed out before taking the bag off? The questions excited him, but he had a feeling he wouldnt like to know the answers. It would make for an interesting obituary, at any rate.
He let out the breath he had been holding as he reached down to grip his cock, already hard from the excitement of what he was doing, and moaned as the tight collar stopped his breath escaping and trapped him, airless in the bag.
After counting three heartbeats Seth breathed in, wanting make it last as long as he could, and started to slowly stroke his cock, enjoying how the plastic wrapped itself tightly to face, covering his mouth and nostrils and causing him to choke on the lack of fresh air.
He breathed out again, his lungs already uncomfortable from the lack of oxygen, and began to squeeze and roll his balls with his left paw while increasing the grip on his cock with his right, savouring the helpless sensation building in his chest.
This continued for about a minute as Seth would draw a breath, hold it, then let it out, counting three heartbeats before breathing in again until he felt his lungs burning. His previous restraint on taking breaths had diminished over the time and now was the bag inflating and constricting rapidly as his body instinctively tried to take in air.
The new, dangerous excitement rushing through his body made Seth begin to stroke himself frantically, focusing on reaching his climax before he would be forced to remove the bag. His vision was becoming fuzzier now, and he could tell he was moaning loudly from the need for oxygen.
With one final drawn out moan Seth reached his orgasm, arching his back as he came harder than he could remember doing before, coating his hand and body in his come. Before the pleasure had even begun to subside, Seth reached up in a blind panic and tore the bag from his muzzle. The air tasted fantastically sharp to his deprived lungs as he lay on the bed, dazed and panting and, only vaguely aware of what he was doing, he lifted a come soaked finger to his mouth and sucked on it, enjoying the taste of his own sperm.
After recovering sufficiently and cleaning himself up a little, Seth reached over and grabbed another bag and, after taking a deep breath, pulled it over his head.
It was going to be a fun night.