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Dominance

A short erotica from the "How Fast Can You Fap?" series by Joseph Raszagal

Happy fapping, you depraved person, you~

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Raphael had always loved bondage and domination. He could never quite put his finger on it, but there was just something about power play and all of those kinky straps and harnesses that got him stiffer than the steel reinforcement beams he typically worked with while on one of his construction sites. While the big deer had never really been able to wrap his brain around domination's twin sisters, sadomasochism and an unbridled love of pain, just about everything else that involved handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, and straightjackets ran right up his alley.

However, while his sheer size would beg to differ, what the big buck loved the most about bondage wasn't dominating others. On the contrary, he loved being dominated.

As a white rat with the widest grin imaginable placed a ball gag in Raphael's mouth and tied its straps tight behind his head, the deer simply couldn't help himself, blushing as he let out a pathetic, muffled moan. He was on his knees, his neck and arms locked into place by a old-fashioned wooden stockade. His pink erection, as hard as granite, bobbed in the air, begging for even the slightest touch. The rat, however, ignored it completely and simply continued about his task, fetching a black blindfold from a nearby table. Whistling nonchalantly, the white rodent threaded the cloth carefully around Raphael's prominent set of antlers and lowered it over his eyes.

Unable to speak and unable to see, Raphael found himself at his captor's mercy. Whatever followed was completely beyond his control. Another muted moan struggled to bypass the rubber gag.

Oh, control... The big deer had always hated it with a fiery passion, one not unlike the sweltering arousal that was currently blazing throughout his loins.

SWAT!

"Mmmph!" Raphael gasped around his gag.

SWAT!

"Mmph!" he gasped again.

The white rat gently trailed his claws through the fur of the strong yet supple ass that he'd just spanked. A life of strenuous physical labor had sculpted the deer's body into something of a masterpiece, his rump a great and arguably generous example of that. After another couple of seconds spent idly appreciating it, the rodent removed his paw and lifted it up into the air, then brought it forcefully down again. The open-palmed smack elicited yet another joyous yelp of surprise from his muscly captive.

"You really have a thing for being manhandled, don't you?" laughed the rat, his role well-played as his words came out in the form of a devious hiss. "Well, fortunately for you, so do I. I suppose that's why you keep coming back and begging for more, eh? For such a big, strong guy, you really are the perfect bitch."

"Mmmmmh," Raphael replied, thrilled to hear that he's perfect at what he loves.

Bitch. The deer took a second to think about how nice the word sounded. Perhaps most others might be inclined to disagree with him on that, but it didn't matter, the word fit in alongside his secret passion as though they were two pieces to the same puzzl~

Another hard slap to his ass brought him out of his reverie with a gleeful gasp.

Raising an eyebrow, the white rat demanded, "Did I say you could speak, bitch?"

Raphael shook his bound, blinded, and gagged head.

"Precisely," stated his captor mockingly, "though I'm afraid it's a lesson learned too late. The mistake has already been made. Some punishment is in order."

Clearly, it was just a ploy, a convenient coincidence that the rat was using to smoothly segue into the session's next stage, but Raphael didn't care. To him it was very real. He was about to be punished for his mistake.

The rodent padded over to a heavy wooden chest, hefted its lid open, and began rummaging around its contents, discarding an assortment of devices capable of putting even the kinkiest and sluttiest of streetwalkers to shame. Eventually, he made his selection and returned to his victim with a variety of things piled high in his arms. In no time at all, a standing rig equipped with a piston-powered dildo soon stood behind Raphael, ready and waiting to rut him. The dildo, while not absurdly large, was still nothing to scoff at; its box menacingly emblazoned with the words "The Alpha Stallion".

If it hadn't been clear to the deer that he was in for a fucking, the audible squirt of something from a bottle, obviously lube, painted the rest of the picture for him. However, mislead by the expectation of a rat's reasonably-sized cock, Raphael's entire body understandably jolted in shock as his tight hole was gracelessly penetrated and forcibly dilated by the much, much larger equine dildo. A long and drawn-out moan surged up from his throat, the sound animalistic and nearly as deep as the huge piece of rubber spreading his nether-cheeks apart.

Bzzzzzzz!

From behind the black blindfold, Raphael's eyes widened to the point that he feared they might pop out of his head.

The thick length penetrating him had begun to vibrate, the sensation sending euphoric shivers shooting up and down his spine... as well as his dick.

"Like that, eh?" mused the rodent, his grin positively devilish. "I'm not done just yet."

Suddenly, Raphael felt something slick and wonderfully tight slide down the entire length of his pink prick. The rat had set up another standing rig. Rather than a dildo, this one was equipped with a large silicone cock-sleeve, the same one that was slowly but surely sending the deer to whom it was affixed into the dark depths of a sensuous insanity.

And then it began vibrating too.

A steady stream of drool worked its way around the big buck's gag, dripping from his chin and down to the floor as he jerked and writhed in his bindings. It felt for all the world as though he were being milked like a common farm animal, expected to fill the bucket before being sent back to the barn. Raphael struggled to force those thoughts back, knowing full and well that he wouldn't last much longer if he allowed his mind to build a fantasy around what was already a pleasure so great that it was nearly painful.

Taking a few seconds to admire his work, the rat paced in slow circles around Raphael's moaning, squirming form. Every so often he would bring a paw down against the deer's firm ass, the action rewarded by an ecstatic yelp each time.

"There are a few matters that I must attend to," said the rat as he knelt down in front of the moaning deer and placed a paw beneath his chin, forcibly tilting his head upwards. "I must leave you for the time being, I'm sure you understand. It should only take about 20 minutes. I trust that you can find some way to keep yourself entertained until I return, hmmm?"

Raphael shuddered violently, a maelstrom of sensations rampaging throughout his body. 20 minutes? 20 whole minutes of this? Dear, sweet God up in Heaven, he couldn't possibly have heard that right.

"And do be careful not to cum," added the white rodent as he grabbed his prisoner by the antlers and tugged on them until the tips of their noses touched, "because I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life if you do."

Somewhere off in the distance, well beyond Raphael's dampened and distracted senses, a door clicked shut. The big buck was left to his fate, all alone save for the two vibrators buzzing loudly in the otherwise silent room.

Raphael let out a guttural groan of pleasure and tossed his head from side to side as his eyes began to roll back.

Stopping a speeding freight train with his bare paws sounded easier.