Relieving Tension
Just keep me in your heart he said, but the heart is only one part of a fur. The part that keeps the emotions intact and the mind from losing itself. Without a heart, one is just a robot. The only part of our green fennec that even resembles a robot is the metal contraption he's willingly been sentenced to live out his life inside of out of love, dedication, and quite possibly a hidden sadomasochistic silhouette of himself that had yet to be fleshed out to the world. Only his mate would understand that part of him.
He, having rid himself of his pleasures to please his mate, found himself in his bed, tears in his eyes. Hon... I don't know how I can survive two weeks without you. He said to himself. The fennec yawned wide, his tongue curling at the end of his mouth before he turned to gaze out the window again, God, I haven't been without you in so long. Since he and his mate moved in together five months ago, he had been madly in love. From breakfast to bedtime, he and his mate went almost everywhere together save college and work. This time, however, the fennec's beloved wolf had to leave and visit family in Washington state, and the submissive fox was forced to go it alone till he got back.
He looked at the clock, Oh my god, he's not even been gone four hours. He sniffled a little as a tear fell from his eyes. He laid back against the pink bedsheets which smelt strongly of his and his mate's musk. He thought of his mate's body laying on top of his, all the sounds the wolf would make as he penetrated him. The fox squirmed a little, looking down at his cage around his cock. He had not felt the throes of orgasm in five months now at request and out of love for his mate. His and his mate's fetish for chastity was being lived out, but it was times like right now, those lonely nights, that got to him and to his incarcerated cock.
At first, the poor fennec thought it was just another one of those nights of annoying urges he could not satisfy. A drop of pre ran down the side of the cage, obviously backed up from the months of denial, but it was nothing atypical. The fox yawned again and pressed his head to the pillow, wiping his eyes and sighing, willing himself to begin the two week stint by ending this sad day.
The fox's dreams that evening were absolutely magical. His mate had just come home from the two week visit to his parents in a happy mood. The fennec cried in joy, wrapping his arms around the blue wolf, who he hadn't noticed was completely naked. The wolf picked him up and brought him to the kitchen, placing him upon the cold marble countertop and teasing the exposed tip of the fox's erection with his tongue. The fennec was used to this teasing, but the wolf didn't stop, he kept lapping that amazing tongue into the cage. The fox then found himself squealing as the wolf stopped. The tongue moved to his tailhole. The fox yipped and thrusted into the air, feeling pre gush from his bound cock. Finally, the wolf pressed his hard cock to his mate's tailhole and quickly thrusted it in, letting out a high-pitched moan. The fox looked up at him with such passion as pre flowed like a river over the top of the cage, and he could feel his prostate getting the pounding of a lifetime. His mate pushed his wet, broad tongue into his warm mouth, and the fennec pressed his own bumpy tongue back against his, a moan following. The fox had never had such a passionate pounding in all his life.
He awoke panting no more than three hours after he'd dozed off, sweating all over the blanket and cock pressing hard against his cage. He caught his breath and looked toward the window for a moment, shaking himself back to reality from the paradise he'd just been in. The fennec whimpered as he felt his cock pulse hard against the cage. He looked down at the metal contraption, shining and soaked in his pre. He breathed deeply, stroking the cage, his body begging him for release after these long months. He could feel it gushing within him, churning, and though his penis was not fully erect, it sure as hell felt like it.
The fox threw his head back for a moment and groaned, smelling his own musk as he replayed the last time he had an orgasm in his mind, replaying the sights, sounds and scents that his keen memory kept locked up and protected like nothing else, because he knew beforehand to cherish the sex he'd experience, cause it was the last time he'd experience climax, and with the mate he'd given his life to, he knew it was safe to say it would last till the day he died.
This helpless victim of his own desires was not giving up easy. He tried his best not to focus on anything that would tempt his lust any further and drive him through what he was on the brink of. His and his mate's favourite purple prostate prod was perched not-so-pleasingly within his paw's current influence, and the more he tried to calm himself, the more he thought about making himself at home; being his own fox for a change. Though he hated the idea of betraying the continuity of his and his mate's sex life, being a naughty fox made him salivate for the denial and punishment that was sure to come!
A jolt of built up sexual tension, like a mini orgasm, shot through his loins in a small burst of potent fennec cream. He yipped under his breath, and couldn't take it anymore. He wiped his paw over the device holding him in place, breathing through his teeth at the aching pain of his cock being restrained to the metal of the prison, and he grabbed the soft, squishy rubber dildo, spreading his slimy vulpine seed over it. His cock beckoned him in agony, five months of release brimming with need to be unleashed.
He lifted his right leg and groaned, I'm sorry, sweetie! My body won this round! I can't fight it without you. He placed the tip of the rubber cock to his tailhole and inhaled deeply, pretending it was his mate about to give him a well-earned pounding. The submissive fennec squealed as he pushed it in slowly, allowing it to stretch him out to the girth he was accustomed to. Pushing it in, he whined a little as he tried to find his perfect spot. He was a little high, and let out a deep breath, inhaling again as he pulled out out and slowly pushed it back in. Still a little high. His cock was leaking pre all over his stomach and navel through the opening in the cage. He could not believe how bad he needed this, even his senses were dulled except for the pleasure, he became so unaware of all surroundings that he even started to drool on his pillow from the sexual pleasure.
The fennec pushed it in again, this time further, and gasped as he nearly hit his perfect spot, just a little low, causing another flow of pre to gush out. He gripped the bed for dear life with his one free paw as this time he was not going to miss. He used every muscle in his right paw to jam the cock in his ass, and he found that perfect spot. He felt it gush through his cock, every single pore vibrated with overdue sexual energy. The fennec couldn't keep himself from crying out as he found his g-spot, and moaned desperately as he felt orgasm already approaching. Looking at his belly, one would think he'd already came! He was gushing out precum like a fountain, and it already was running down the sides of his slim navel.
He jammed the dildo at the same spot again and again, and whimpered as he felt himself finally pushed toward the edge. He fucked himself harder, abusing that perfect spot against his prostate which became easier to reach as all his muscles began to tense up. His world spun around him and he saw stars, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His muscles went rigid the pinnacle of pleasure approached his helpless form to levels unparalleled, unimaginable, but not by any means forgotten by this fox. Missed, yes. Nostalgia-inducing, yes. Forgotten? Never. His body shook and he came hard.
Rope after rope of climax flew out of his parched cock, and there were no words. After five months of denial and torture, his cock was finally being pleased as good as the cage made possible, and albeit the most intense orgasm he ever had, all he could let out as he came was a relieved and shuddering moan. His body writhed and tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he panted, wet glistening tongue hanging out through nineteen powerful throbs, each one sending every nerve ending to its limits as his hot cream passed through the internal pathway to land warm and musky on his chest, neck and belly. His entire upper body was being lashed with thick bouts of his own seed, and the scent of it coating his body was the happiest thing he'd smelt since his mate left, as well as a taste of nostalgia from his life beforehand.
He gritted his teeth as he milked his cock of anything else it had to offer before letting the dildo out and sighing heavily, his body still trying to register everything that had just happened. Five months of pent-up pleasure lie on his chest and now he laid there panting, marinating in his own natural smell, feeling his own fluids on him, hearing his own moans and pants as his afterglow pleasure took him over stronger than ever before.
Wow... he breathed, sighing again before reaching over to the night stand to grab a 'cum rag'. He froze, seeing a note on his mate's camera. He lifted it to find to his confusion that the camera was on and recording. He gulped a little and followed that with a mischievous giggle. Peeling off the note, he read,
'Precious foxy, Your keyholder is out of town. That leaves you in charge of the house. Use that power however you will, for it's the only time you'll ever receive it.' Miss you bunches, Your loving master
Cooing, he hugged the note to his green fur, inhaling the scent of his mate from it. He kissed it once and nodded obediently. He pointed the lens of the camera to his face, I'll enjoy it as much as I can without you, sweetie. Pointing it to his chest, soaked in his creamy white fluids he continued, I've been so naughty, master. I think I've earned a punishment when you come back. He pointed the camera back to his face and giggled, glistening tongue placed between his white teeth before shutting off the camera and laying back to ride out the rest of the euphoric afterglow and erotic bliss of knowing he had a world of dominance to look forward to.
Two weeks from now might be about his precious wolf, but for this fox, till then it was all about him.