Learning The Ropes Part 2 - Valentine's Day Supplies
I am in no way responsible for any damages, mental or otherwise caused by the reading of this story. It contains graphic depictions of sexual contact between two males of differing species. If you are offended by this in any way, then DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! 'Nuff said.
The last few months had been some of the happiest of Free's life. He and Craig had really clicked as a couple. Six months after they had "hooked up", Craig had suggested that Free move into his place. They still had to maintain secrecy, for Craig's sake, but it was actually fairly easy. Craig told his wrestling buddies that Free had been evicted from his apartment and needed a place to stay, so he offered to let him stay with him. This really lightened the load on Free fianancially, as the first thing that Craig insisted upon that they shared money equally, and he wouldn't take no for an answer, either. Free still worked, though, and it was even easier as sometimes he was able to take Craig's car and didn't have to spend money on the bus. Craig was a hopeless romantic, and was always doing things like bringing home flowers or big boxes of chocolates to Free, but he always made sure to hide them in a paper bag. They also never alluded to having a relationship in public. Free didn't like all the subterfuge, but he tolerated it as he fully understood the position that Craig was in with his career. And Craig was an absolutely wonderful boyfriend. He was kind and gentle, and he really cared about Free's own happiness. He was as close to perfect as Free thought he'd ever know. Their respective work (and Free's class) schedules sometimes made it hard to spend time together, but Free cherished every moment with his big human lover like it was his last. Valentine's day was fast approaching and had been wracking his brain as for what to get Craig. He knew that Craig was at heart a simple person and didn't really need or want much. True, he liked his movies and video games, but Free had thought that just getting him a new DVD or game would be kind of impersonal, like something that a casual buddy would give you on your birthday. Free finally settled on what to get his lover, but he now had a problem. How to hide it from him till Valentine's day? He really didn't have any friends besides Craig and his co-workers. A social life was something he'd just have to wait till after college to have. Besides, Craig was company enough for him. He was relieved when Sara, one of the girls he worked with, said she'd keep things hidden at her place till the proper time. He also had to hide his tracks on the computer, as everything had to be ordered off of the internet. Craig rarely ever got on Free's computer, but he didn't want to take any chances. Craig might be reluctant to accept what Free had gotten him, but Free kept telling himself that Craig had loosed up immensely sexually, trying out things that he never thought he would try (and even the fact that Craig was in a gay relationship was pretty amazing in itself, Free reminded himself). In fact, only a couple of months ago, after a particularly intense and passionate round of lovemaking, Craig rolled over and stared deep into Free's eyes and said the words he'd always wanted to hear from the big guy. "I love you". Craig had even shown Free a little of his vulnerable side, as he cried when they were watching the movie Bicentennial Man. As the days flew by, Free got more and more excited. He kept wondering what Craig was going to get him. He knew that both of them would be busy during the daytime on Valentine's day, but they'd have the evening entirely to themselves. When the actual day got closer, time seemed to slow to a crawl, as it always seems to do when something you're looking forward to is on the horizon. At last, however, the magical day arrived. The night before was amazing, and they made passionate love twice before literally collapsing into each others arms as sleep overcame them. The next morning, they followed their usual routine, showering together (Craig's somewhat larger shower made this a much easier prospect than at Free's old apartment), and sharing a long kiss by the doorway before they both departed for their day. Although he had arranged to only work until five that evening, Free still had classes during the morning and early afternoon. It seemed that every single professor was doing his best imitation of Neo from the Matrix and moving and talking in slow motion. Work was no better, as the only customers in the store were mostly couples who ordered very little (though the cute chinchilla guy did come in with a new boyfriend, and Free thought they were a really nice couple). Sara had his package waiting for him, and she had even wrapped it for him like he had asked her (he loved Sara, she was such a sweet girl). When he finally got off, he rushed out the door, clutching his package tightly in a plain paper bag. Craig usually waited around the corner for him when he got off when he wasn't busy, but he wouldn't get off himself till an hour later, so Free decided to take the bus, as Craig lived a lot further away from the cafe than his old apartment. He was a little apprehensive, though, as what he ultimately had planned for the evening might not go as he wanted, and if it did go as he had planned, he still might end up regretting it. The bus ride home was uneventful, but Free still had butterflies in his stomach. When he got home at last, he went in and made his preparations. They had decided that Craig was going to pick up some Italian food on the way home and a bottle of wine, and they were going to have a romantic candlelight dinner in the house, then watch a movie, which Craig would also be picking up from the little rental place down the street. After the movie, that's when they'd exchange gifts. Free tucked his away in the hallway closet and went about setting the table, humming as he did. After everything was to his liking, he turned on his computer and went to the site that had given him the idea for the gift in the first place. Now that they had more money between them, Craig had gotten DSL for them, and Free was really glad to have left dialup behind for good. Craig had yet to get a decent computer, but that was going to be the next big purchase that they made. When he had loaded the page that he wanted, he turned the monitor off, leaving the computer on and went to the front room to wait on Craig. It was only ten minutes or so before Free heard the jangling of keys and the door opened. Free got up and helped Craig carry in the bags. After they had set them down in the kitchen, Craig grabbed Free from behind and kissed him gently on the neck. Free turned around and they both kissed deeply. After a few moments, they pulled apart and hugged tightly.
"How was your day, hon?" Craig asked as he pulled away from Free and began to pull things from the paper bags.
"Long but not too bad. Same ol' same ol', really. How was yours?" Free asked as he helped pull items out of the bags.
"Oh, you know. Lift a box here. Lift a box there. Drive the forklift. Hell, my workdays are even duller than yours, Free. The absolute literal meaning of 'same shit different day', hehe" Craig said, laughing. "Hey, how'd you do on that test? We did a lot of studying on that thing."
"What'ya think? I aced it. Natch." Free replied playfully.
Free reached over and opened one of the smaller plastic bags. It said "Movie Haus" on the front of it. He pulled out a plain plastic case and examined it. "What movie ya get...oh, cool! X-Men 3! I still wish we could have gone to see it in the theaters." Free said as he popped the disc out, examining the bottom of it.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like that one. I've been wanting to see it too." Craig said.
"Hmmm...the disc is pretty scratched. I hope it plays in the player. I'd hate to have to interrupt our night to go get a replacement." Free said as he turned the disc so that the light shone off of the shiny side.
"It's ok. If it doesn't play right in the DVD player, I'll bring the PS2 in here and hook it up. It'll play just about anything." Craig said.
They didn't talk much as they got dinner ready. Craig brought things to the table while Free emptied things into bowls and containers to hand off to Craig. Soon everything was ready and the aroma of garlic and marinara sauce filled the entire house. They both sat and Craig poured them some wine, a sweet red Lambrusco (Free wasn't much of a wine drinker, but he did find that he liked the sweeter wines and didn't care for the drier ones). Craig turned the lights in dining area off and lit the candles, giving the room a soft glow, and since the candles were scented, a pleasant vanilla scent wafted through the room, complementing the other aromas. Free waited till Craig got sat down to dig in. They both helped themselves to the feast. Craig had gotten a huge helping of linguine with red sauce while Free had gotten some fettucini with spinach alfredo sauce. Craig had made a Popeye joke when Free had asked him to pick that up for him at the restaurant, and Free had replied that it kept him "strong to the finish". They chatted about mostly nothing during their meal, as both of them obviously wanted to get past this part and to the real fun of the day. Free slipped one of his sandals off and reached his foot across under the table, caressing the inside of Craig's calf with his fuzzy toes. Craig said nothing, but smiled and gave Free a sly little wink. After about half an hour, they finished eating. Craig loaded the disposable containers and items into a garbage bag and took it to the trash cans outside while Free rinsed out the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Soon the table was cleared and the dishwasher was noisily humming away. They both shed most of their clothes and went to the front room to watch their movie. Craig was wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and his boxers, while Free was sporting nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Free got the DVD ready and turned the lights down while Craig settled himself on the couch. Once the movie had started, Free snuggled up against his human lover, and Craig wrapped his big arms around him. They stayed like that throughout the movie, just enjoying each other's company. Free knew that Craig didn't like to talk during movies or TV shows, so they both kept quiet until the end. Free's mind couldn't help wandering, though, to his gift to Craig and what he was going to ask of him later. Would the big guy be offended? Would he be really into it? When at last the movie had ended, they both got up and used the restroom. After that, they sat on the couch and made out and talked for a while. Finally, it was Craig who brought up the subject. "So, I think it's time for the big exchanging of gifts, eh?" He said, getting up but still holding on to Free's hand.
"Sure. You go first." Free said.
"Ok, stay here, I'll be back." Craig said, releasing Free's hand and heading off in the direction of the bedroom. Free could hear some rummaging around, and several minutes later Craig returned with a box in his hands. It was small, but wrapped in a really pretty gold and red paper.
"Ooooh, oooh, just like Christmas!" Free said. Craig handed him the box and Free unwrapped it carefully. Opening it and peeking inside, he saw what looked like a book. He pulled it from the box and read the cover. It read 'California - Pictures and Accounts'. Opening it, he saw that inside were many beautiful color photographs of his home state and lots of little articles describing various locations and events. He looked up at Craig and almost started to cry. He had been so homesick for his native state over the last couple of years. This book was so amazingly thoughtful, and it was extremely thick, like a coffee table book. It obviously wasn't cheap. Free actually found himself speechless. "Hey, I know you've been missing California, so I figured maybe we could bring a little of it here." Craig said, obviously embarrassed. He still had some of the old hang-ups of his upbringing. Words came to him with great difficulty sometimes, but Free was very understanding, and he was quickly learning to understand Craig without words.
"Craig, this is the best gift I've ever gotten. I...I really don't know what to say except thank you. And...I love you." Free leaned in and wrapped his arms around the big man, squeezing as tight as he could. Craig returned the embrace, though more gently.
"I love you too." Craig said. They stayed in each other's arms for several minutes before Free pulled away and sprang up. "My turn. Wait here..." Free spoke the words as he ran out of the room to the closet in the hallway. He hesitated for a moment after retrieving the package, then slowly walked into the front room. He placed the package in Craig's lap, then knelt in front of him and placed his chin on his knee, smiling up at the big man. Craig smiled back, then carefully removed the bright paper. Underneath was a plain brown box. When he opened it, his expression changed to one of momentary puzzlement, then back to his warm smile. Free had made sure that every item in the box had been placed into it's own separate box. "Oh, thought you'd be clever, eh?" Craig said, chuckling. Free said nothing but smiled up at his lover and rubbed his chin against the big man's knee.
Craig took each little box out and placed it on the couch next to him, taking the larger box and setting it on the floor. The first one was long and thin. Craig rattled it a little next to his ear, but it made no sound. He opened it by one end, then pulled out something wrapped in plain brown packing paper. Free watched intently as he unwrapped it.
"Whoa, what's this?" Craig said, holding the object up to examine it.
It was a leather horse-riding crop. The leather was deep red, and the tip was shaped like a heart. It was a good two feet long and had a leather loop at the top of the handle, like a normal crop. Along the side in gold lettering was a simple inscription, inlaid into the leather.
'Craig and Free'
Craig examined the crop with interest. His fingers found the heart shaped tip.
"Hmmm, this is really stiff leather at the tip. Aren't crops supposed to have a little piece of supple leather there? What's it called...a slapper?" Craig said, turning the crop around in his hands and looking at it. "Yeah, they are, but I special ordered this one." Free said.
"Well, thank you, Free. It's really pretty. I...uhhh...I hope you don't intend for us to actually...use this?" Craig said, an almost comical expression on his face.
"Ummm...well, I was kinda hoping we could, yeah." Free said honestly. Craig laughed.
"Well, ok. We'll see." He said, picking up the next box. This one was larger. Without rattling it, he opened it. Inside was a ball gag and several pieces of leather. As he pulled them out, it became obvious that they were bondage restraints. There was also a black leather collar. He looked at Free, again puzzled.
"Trust me, Craig, just keep opening them." Free said, still smiling warmly.
Without speaking, Craig opened the next box. This one contained a pink colored dildo in the shape of a non-Biped canine penis. It even had quite a large knot at the end of it. Craig smiled this time.
"Well, that one will certainly come in handy, I'm sure." He said, turning to the final box. He opened it, revealing a DVD. "Dude, the new deluxe edition of Pulp Fiction!" Craig said. "How did you know that I've been wanting this? I haven't even dropped any hints..."
"Hey, a good boyfriend knows. Just look at what you gave me. It couldn't have been more perfect." Free said. "Ok, now there's one more part of your gift."
"Free, it looks like you've spent enough here. Please don't tell me you got me anything too expensive." Craig said.
"Oh, no, nothing like that. Just go into the bedroom and turn on my computer monitor." Free said as he slid his chin off of Craig's knee. The big man got up and went into the bedroom. It was almost 10 minutes before he returned. When he did, he stood in the doorway to the living room for a moment, looking at Free. He walked to the couch and sat down, picking up the crop and examining it further.
"Are you sure about this, Free? I mean, I'm not very experienced at this sort of thing." Craig said, the apprehension in his voice obvious.
"I'm sure. I trust you, Craig. Just please trust me. It's something I've wanted to try for a while now." Free said, sliding up on the couch next to his lover. "Well, allright then. We can use the footstool, that'll be just about perfect I think." Craig said, pulling the large, fluffy footstool out from under the end table. It was a horrendous green color, and well used. It was probably 10 years older than Free himself, but it was very comfy. Craig might not have had much of a sense of style, but he knew what he liked.
"Yeah, it should. Before we get started, though, I want to ask you one thing. Please, don't go easy on me. I'll enjoy this more if you really give it to me good and hard, ok?" Free said, placing his paw on Craig's thigh and squeezing.
"Ok, but I don't want to hurt you." Craig said, still uneasy.
"You won't. Not with that thing anyway. It's not like a wooden paddle or anything." Free said. "Gimme a minute before we start, though. I wanna do one last thing."
Free ran into the bedroom, snatching up the leather collar as he went.. He opened the bottom drawer of the dresser where he kept a lot of his clothes and rummaged around the bottom. There, underneath all his other clothes, were a pair of light lavender colored stockings. They even had a ring of lace at the top of them. He hadn't worn them in years, and only with one boyfriend who gave them to him as a gift. He wasn't sure that Craig would approve, but he thought the hell with it. Craig had said that he'd do what Free had asked, so he figured he might as well go ahead with this. Shedding his sweatpants, he pulled the stockings on. They were quite long, and went up till about six inches from his crotch. The bottoms of them had a little cloth strip that went under Free's foot, and another strip that went between his first two toes. He made sure that they were snug, the looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad, really. Sexy in a very girly sort of way. He'd never been one for cross-dressing or anything, but there was just something about those stockings that was so very sensual. Slipping on the collar and securing it, he took a deep breath and went back into the front room. Craig had pulled out some candles and lit them while Free was in the bedroom, and had moved the ones they had used in the dining room into the front room. They gave the room a warm, inviting glow. Craig was just finishing lighting the last one when Free walked in wearing only the stockings. He turned and looked at the rabbit. "Hmmm...that's...different." Craig said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, hehe. Do..you like them?" Free asked, turning around so his lover could see his entire body.
"You know, yeah. I do like them. For some reason, they seem to complement you." Craig said honestly.
The footstool had been moved to the middle of the room, and the bondage equipment had been laid out next to it. Free moved to his lover, embracing him gently. Craig returned the embrace for only a few moments before turning Free away from him and embracing him from behind. Free snuggled the back of his head into Craig's chest and neck.
"Are you ready for this?" Craig whispered into Free's ear.
"More than you know." Free replied.
Craig manuvered Free over to the footstool and they both gently lowered into a kneeling position. Craig's movements were slow but deliberate, though Free thought he could feel a slight tremble every so often. It was most likely due to the fact that Craig was inexperienced in this sort of thing. Without help from Craig, Free put his arms behind him in the 'square' position. Craig slowly began tying his arms, using the leather strips to bind his wrists to his elbows. The leather strips had velcro on them, so they were easy to use, but Craig made sure that none of the exposed rough part of the velcro was touching any of Free's body. Once his arms were bound good and tight, Free felt Craig push gently on his shoulders, guiding him down over the footstool. He went over the stool and it was just big enough so that he laid across it comfortably, but had full motion of his head. Craig spread Free's legs, lining up each knee with the leg of the footstool. Using the remaining pieces of leather, he bound Free to the stool by the knees, making sure that these weren't too tight, as the leather cutting into the fur and skin could be uncomfortable. Free heard the familiar pop of the tube of lubrication and heard some being squeezed out. In a few moments, he felt the tip of something being pressed against his tailhole, but it wasn't Craig's member. He instantly realized that it was the dog penis dildo that he had gotten Craig. The first part of the toy was moderately sized, but the knot was going to be a challenge for Free to take. It was almost the size of a tennis ball, though it did taper off on the back side to a more reasonable size. It also had a small handle to keep the entire thing from slipping inside. Free consciously tried to relax himself as he felt the narrow tip of the dildo slide inside of him. He moaned softly. Once it had been pushed in up to the base of the knot, he felt Craig's other hand on the small of his back. "Ready for it?" He asked.
"Yeah. Do it." Free replied.
The pressure on his entrance was enormous. His eyes screwed shut almost of their own volition, though he didn't cry out. The familiar feelings of a cramping pain coupled with a burning sensation washed over him, though it wasn't exactly unpleasant. He could feel himself spreading wider to accept the large knot, but it was the pressure that was almost intolerable. At last, though, the pressure subsided and he was left was a very slight bit of pain and a feeling of being satisfyingly full. He felt his lover's hands caressing his nude bottom, first downward with the palm, then upwards with the fingertips. This made the fur on his rump ruffle the wrong way, and it sent an electric sensation over his entire body. After a few moments, Craig appeared in front of him standing. The big human took off his t-shirt and dropped his boxers, tossing both aside. Free's lover now stood before him completely nude, and that's just the way he liked it, Free thought to himself. Craig knelt in front of Free, his cock just inches from his mouth. "Ok, now we'll see about filling up the other end." Craig said, his voice low and smooth.
Craig gripped his cock and stroked it a few times. It didn't take but just a few seconds before it was fully erect. Free opened his mouth obediently and slid his tongue out to await his 'prize'. Craig moved his body forward and guided his cock into Free's open mouth. Just as the member slid inside, Free turned his head slightly to the side in a practiced angle. This made his large front teeth actually help him with fellatio instead of hinder, as they not only turned out of the way, but provided extra sensations to the whole process. Craig didn't stop moving forward until his entire cock was firmly into Free's mouth. Free glanced upward to see Craig smiling down at him, a look of both amusement and affection on his face. Since he didn't have any control over how fast or deep Craig's motions would be, Free compensated by suckling down as hard as he could on the out stroke, and using his tongue to caress the tip of Craig's cock on the in stroke. Craig rocked his hips gently, not pressing too hard or fast into Free's mouth. He only went on like this for a few minutes, though, before pulling back. "Oh, no, you're too good at that. I won't last very long, and I don't want to come yet. We've still got some fun things to do, ya know." Craig said, smiling the whole time.
Free saw Craig reach over him and grab the gag. He looked at it for a moment, then moved it towards Free's muzzle.
"I hope I get this thing on right." He said.
He did get it right, actually. Free opened his mouth wide to accept the ball portion of the gag, and held it as firmly as he could while Craig secured the leather harness around his head. The gag was tailor made for a biped, and had an extra little strap that went around the muzzle. The gag held Free's mouth wide, and though he couldn't say that it was exactly comfortable, it wasn't intolerable, either. It did serve it's purpose, though. Nothing more than a grunt could escape Free at this point. Craig moved towards Free's rear end. He felt the dildo being gently pulled out of him, and felt another twinge of pain when his ring stretched once again as the knot portion slid out. Once it was out of him completely, he felt a combination of relief and emptiness, but he wanted to be filled again right away, only this time by his lover and not some toy. "Ok, guess it's time to try this thing out." Free heard Craig say. He heard something make a 'swish' sound, and realized that Craig was giving the crop a few practice swings behind him. Free's body tensed almost involuntarily at this. It took him a few moments to relax. He felt Craig's hand on his lower back, and felt something else caressing the fur of his bottom. It was the stiff tip of the crop. Craig was using it to ruffle the fur on his rear. Free felt the sensation stop, then suddenly a new sensation filled him. One of pain. He had hardly heard the crop make the 'swish' sound before the tip cracked against his butt. Dead center on the left cheek, and hard, too. He gasped into the gag and arched his back slightly. The spot that was struck burned like it was on fire, but after a few moments, it subsided into a deep tingling sensation that didn't feel bad at all. Free had always liked to be spanked. Not whipped bloody or anything, far from it, but he didn't mind a few welts or light bruises now and again. He thought about his big wooden hairbrush, and about asking Craig to use that on his sometime in the future. Maybe tonight, even. His thoughts were brought back to the present when another swat connected with his bottom, this time dead center on the other cheek. He actually let out a funny sounding squeak this time. Craig worked over his bum with the stiff tip of the crop thoroughly, spanking him firmly with each stroke. He even managed to get the tip to strike the very sensitive areas just inside the crack, and after a couple of these, tears started forming in the corners of Free's eyes from squinting so hard. After a while, Craig switched to using the stick part of the crop, leaving blazing lines of fire across Free's backside. Free never thought that something like this could hurt so much, but he supposed with someone like Craig backing it up, just about anything could hurt. For a good solid fifteen minutes, Craig covered Free's entire ass with swats, and though it hurt like hell, Free was enjoying every last second of it. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Craig laid the crop down next to Free's leg and moved to directly behind him. His big hands gently caressed the muscular globes of Free's butt, simultaneously massaging away the pain and arousing the rabbit. His cock slid from it's sheath and hardened quickly, becoming an iron hard rod. The way he was positioned, the tip of his member rubbed against the fabric of the footstool. The roughness of the fabric sent maddening sensations through him, that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. He found himself hoping that Craig wouldn't adjust his cock or try and stroke him, as the fabric of the footstool just heightened his pleasure all the more. "Time for the finale." Free heard Craig say softly behind him. He felt the now familiar sensation of being entered by his lover, made easier this time by the fact that his entrance was already loosened by the dildo that had been stuffed in him. Craig pushed inside with one motion, hilting himself easily. Free moaned loudly, though the gag made it little more than a tiny squeak.
"This is what you were waiting for, eh love?" Craig said softly in his deep timbered voice. Free again felt the tip of the crop caressing his fur, only this time it was along his right hip and flank area.
"I'm gonna do this full tilt. You sure you want to go ahead?" Craig asked.
Free could only nod his answer. He figured that he'd be pretty damn sore by tomorrow, but he'd sure have one fun time earning that soreness. His ass was already sore from the crop whacking it, anyway. Craig began to thrust, though much harder than he always started out. He was rocking Free against the footstool almost as hard as he could. Free never said anyting when Craig made love to him gently, but secretly, he dearly loved to be fucked hard and long, like a little slave boy or something. He never made these feelings known to Craig, though. Though their relationship had turned out to be a strong one, Free still had a lingering fear that he might push the big man away if he pressed his kinks and desires on him too hard, and since Craig acted like an old world gentleman caller so much of the time, it was doubly hard for him to express certain things to him. The fact that right now, Free was not only tied up, but had on what could be considered some very effeminate attire, and was getting his ass warmed over with a riding crop was pretty damned amazing, considering that only a few months ago, Craig could barely even say the word "gay" without stumbling over it. Once again, Free's thoughts were brought back to the present as his lover aimed a sharp whack at his flank. Free jumed a little at this, as it hurt more to to spanked on the hip than it did on the ass, since there was less padding, but the crop wouldn't do any lasting damage there. Time almost seemed to stop for Free as Craig pounded his ass and whipped him harshly with the crop. The big human got into a fairly steady rhythm. He'd thrust ten times or so, then stop for a second to give Free another smack on the flank, then resume his thrusting. The mixture of pleasure and pain practically overloaded Free's senses, and one became indistinguishable from the other. Free's cock ached for release, as the fabric of the footstool rubbed and rubbed against it, but the denial of an orgasm only seemed to heighten his enjoyment of things. After a while, though, Craig got close to his climax, and laid the crop down to concentrate on his own pleasure. He leaned his body over Free's and pumped his member in and out as fast as he possibly could. Free felt his lover's body tense like a spring above him, then felt the familiar warm cum fill his tunnel. Free actually blacked out for a few moments, his brain reeling with all sorts of mixed sensations. Craig practically collapsed on top of him, spent completely from all the exertion. Sweat from Craig's body trickled down his sides and dripped onto Free's fur, which was damp with his own sweat. After a few moments of laying on top of him, panting, Craig lifted his body up. "How 'bout a few more before we give a rest?" Craig said, tapping Free's sore flank with the crop.
He was giving Free a choice here, and much to his own surprise, he turned his head and nodded weakly. He wasn't sure he could take any more, but he was certainly willing to give it a try. Fortunately, Craig only whipped him ten more times, though he certainly put his arm into it. Free whimpered softly with each slap, and although his body was sore and he was exhausted, his cock was still rock hard as it had not recieved any attention during the hard lovemaking aside from rubbing against the rough cloth of the footstool. After the last stroke landed, Free slumped once again onto the footstool. He felt his arms being gently unbound, and the gag taken from his mouth. It was dry and sore around the edges, so he licked his lips to try and return some moisture to it. The last things to be unbound were his legs. Craig was still buried inside him. They had found that if Craig left his member inside, he would usually get hard again, though he rarely could manage to have a second orgasm. After letting him rest for a few moments, Craig reached down and pulled Free close to him. The damp fur on his back flattened up against Craig's huge chest and stomach. Free felt those strong arms embrace him, and once again, he found himself melting into those arms. They remained this way for some time before Craig spoke. "Let's take care of this before it goes away." Craig said as he wrapped his hand around Free's still hard cock. The familiar feeling of the rough skin on Craig's hand sent electric tingles up the length of Free's member, causing him to shiver slightly and bringing a soft moan from him. Of all the sensations he had felt during the evening, this was by far the one he treasured most, his lover's gentle caress of his most private body parts. Craig bent his head in and kissed at Free's neck while he stroked him. Since his cock had been denied it's release, but teased so cruelly by the fabric of the footstool, it certainly didn't take long before he came. The ropes of cum spurted across Free's already damp chest and pooled around Craig's closed hand. His entrance involuntarily squeezed tighter around Craig's cock, and it elicited a slight moan of pleasure from the big man. They stayed in position for several long minutes, just enjoying the touch of their bodies. It was Free who broke the silent afterglow.
"Shower?" He said, his voice barely a weak whisper. "Absolutely." Craig said.
Free sat up and forward, letting Craig's rod slip free of his tunnel. It was still hard, but quickly softened. They both stood up and made their way lazily to the shower. Free removed the leather collar and the stockings and tossed them on the sofa as they left the room. They could wait till tomorrow to be put away. Craig placed his hand on Free's abused rump while they walked, and Free slung an arm around the human's massive shoulders. They were so worn out from exertion that the shower was uneventful. They both wanted nothing more than to jump in bed and fall asleep next to each other. Craig did make a point to gently caress Free's flank, and insisted that Free let the hot water run over it. Before stepping out, they hugged one more time and said "Happy Valentine's Day" to each other.
"I hope I didn't bruise you or anything." Craig said as they stepped out of the shower. He again gently rubbed the area the the crop had whipped. The skin underneath was a deep red, but there were no visible bruises or welts. The skin on the other parts of his rear weren't nearly as red, but they radiated a slight heat, nonetheless. "Nah, it'll be ok. Maybe next time you can really lay into me. Maybe say with something like that?" Free pointed to his old-fashioned wooden hairbrush that was laying next to the sink.
"Hmmm. Maaaybe. Let me get used to stuff like this first, though, ok?" Craig said, handing Free a huge, fluffy body towel.
"Of course." Free said.
After they were dried off, Craig grabbed Free and pulled him close into a deep, slow kiss. When Craig pulled away, he put his hand gently under Free's chin and brought his gaze up to his.
"I love you, Free. Don't ever forget that." He said softly, his deep voice resonating in the room.
"Never. And I love you too, big guy." Free said.
Craig spooned him as they fell asleep that night, wrapping both arms around Free's body and holding him as close as possible. Craig fell asleep quickly, but it took Free a little longer this night. He couldn't help thinking just how lucky he was to have someone like Craig. The box fan drowned out all other sound in the house, except for the steady breathing of the human laying next to him. That breathing was the last thing Free heard before he too fell into a deep, restful sleep.