Kraig Volunteers for the Noose
Kraig Volunteers
by A. P. Damien and Kraig Norwood
I woke up, looked at the clock, and moaned. 2AM. A scant 2 hours of sleep, and here I am, wide awake.Alone, tonight. I'd had a bunch of stuff to do on the computer -- programs to tweak, stories to edit -- and hadn't wanted the distraction of a slave giving off "I'm horny" pheromones.
I closed my eyes and turned over. Mulled over an old fantasy about my first really satisfactory lay. It no longer had power to arouse me; going over the old, well-worn thoughts was more absorbing than counting sheep. Twenty minutes later, my tail lashing in irritation, I gave up. I was awake for at least two hours.
I got up, pulled on a bathrobe to keep warm, and turned on my monitor. There were still a few problems with my latest story, so I sat down to try to get the ending to come out right. After that, I worked on my "big project": the program I was writing to let me get multiple output formats from my stories: HTML, bulletin boards, and plain text for a.s.s. When I'm finished it will also generate the indexes and a script to let people select stories based on various criteria: sex of the participants, cons/NC, etc.
But I could only concentrate on that for about an hour, then my mind started getting fuzzy. I played Spider solitaire until I was bored with it. Then I wandered down toward the kitchen for a snack.
When I got to the living room I found a wolf sitting on the sofa under a lap robe, reading a book. "What are you doing here," I asked, my ears pricking up.
"Just waiting."
"For what?"
"In case you wanted anything."
"I don't recall giving any such order."
"You didn't," Kraig said. "Remember Tuesday last week?"
"Yeah, I tossed and turned all night, and could barely keep my eyes open all day."
"And you were as grouchy as a hungry bear all day."
"Okay, so I was a little off my feed. I dished out a couple of extra floggings, but I don't remember any complaints."
"Oh, none of us object to a good whipping. Gets the juices flowing. But what didn't feel good was knowing that you weren't happy. So we decided to take turns. Any time, day or night, at least one of us will be awake. If you want a quick snack, or somebody to talk to -- or somebody to order around -- or just a quickie, there'll be somebody here.
"You've been real nice about letting us sleep through the night most of the time," Kraig went on, " but we want to be available for whatever you want. Our choice."
"Whatever," I replied, "I won't order you not to do it."
"Thanks," he said. "Now, as near as I can figure you've been awake for nearly 2 hours. I've got the makings for a Tom & Jerry, if you'd like."
"Sure."
Kraig hadn't been wearing anything under the laprobe. He walked into the kitchen, came back about 30 seconds later with a mug.
"Wow, that was fast."
"Like I said, I knew you were awake."
"How?"
"Well, you're a tiger so you walk pretty quietly. But you also weigh as much as a bengal tiger. And this house is old, and the floors sometimes creak."
"Oh. Yeah."
"I've had water simmering in the kettle ever since you got out of bed. And the mix, the rum, and the brandy already measured. All I did was pour and stir."
I tasted it. "Perfect. Thank you."
"It's what I'm here for. Well... part of I'm here for."
Kraig popped a CD into the stereo. Bubblegum music, catchy and mindless. We sat on the sofa and listened while I sipped my drink, one arm around Kraig's shoulders, and a wolf-paw on my thigh. We didn't make out, just sat in companiable silence.
After maybe 45 minutes, Kraig asked, "So, feeling ready to go back to sleep."
"Not really," I replied. "I've still got a dozen ideas running through my head."
"I have an idea to help you sleep."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Back in a jif," the wolf replied, and ducked into the slave quarters.
He came back with 30 feet of good, thick hemp rope, a stool, and a knife.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm sure."
There was a towel draped over his left arm, carefully hiding his crotch.
"What's the point of hiding it?" I asked. "It'll be totally visible while you dangle."
He nodded and dropped the towel, revealing his wolf-cock already several inches out of its sheath. He dropped three cock-rings on the end-table by me. I looked at them, then at Kraig. "I'm not sure those will fit, seeing you're already hard. But since you chose them, I'll try to get them on."
My wolf giggled slightly, and I could see a flush spreading up his belly where the fur was thin. He clasped his hands behind him, as if already tied.
I picked the first ring up, and started to push it onto his cock. He grimaced slightly, then relaxed as I forced it down to the shaft. "Guess you don't mind a little pain," I chuckled as I slid it all the way to his sheath. I started pushing the second one on, and he winced slightly, then grinned as I slid it about halfway down his shaft.
I picked up the third one and slid it on, about 2" beyond the head. Kraig moaned at the sensation, and I noticed more of him protruding from the sheath.
I cut about 3 feet off the end of the rope, took Kraig by the shoulders, turned him around, and tied his wrists tightly. I tied a knot in one end of the remaining rope and threw it over one of the big ceiling beams. I pulled it down, undid the knot,and tied a noose. Kraig looked at the noose, then closed his eyes. I could almost read his mind... the knowledge of his death in that rope, frightening but exciting to a snuff-slave like Kraig.
"That's right," I told him, "Think about the noose. Your noose, just for you." I caressed his cock lightly with one paw.
Kraig twitched and moaned at the sensation, but his mind was on the rope. "The noose is for me..."
"Just for you," I told him. I positioned the stool under the noose, then brought it down to Kraig's shoulder level and held it open for him. The wolf took a deep breath, then smiled, bowed his head, and slipped it into the noose. "My noose...my death...endless pleasure." I pulled the noose snug around his neck. This was it: Kraig's hands tied, the noose around his neck, there was no escape for him now. "There," I told him, "Your noose. You will wear it for the rest of your life."
Kraig's eyes widened and he gasped. His cock twitched and he murred. "Yes, for what little time I have left."
"When you're ready, step up." He nodded and put a foot on the first rung. I put a hand under his ass and gave him a boost, and he stepped up onto the top of the stool. I took the other end of the rope, pulled it taut, then loosened it about one foot. I tied the end to a cleat on the wall.
Kraig was fully erect now, the knot protruding from his sheath. I pulled the first ring down snug against the knot; he made quiet but needy noises, and I stretched the elastic just enough to pull it over the knot, then let it snap back against the sheath again.
I saw a drop of pre forming at the tip of Kraig's cock. His body was shaking in need and fear. "How...h-how long?"
"Just a minute or so." I stood up on the balls of my feet, wrapped one paw around his cock, and took the head in my mouth. Kraig's legs were shaking, but he was panting in excitement, keening a little. "Aaahhhh... aaahhhh! Too much... The ple...pleasure. aaahhhhiiiiy!"
I kept licking and sucking on it, little tiny motions like a baby who has had enough milk and is just enjoying the feel of the nipple in his mouth. Kraig was moaning steadily now, unable even to form words to beg for release.
I tasted more pre-cum and knew he was close. I pushed the stool over and stepped back. Kraig moaned once in need as he felt himself falling, then the rope jerked him to a stop, crushing his airway shut. He hung still for about 3 seconds, then began to struggle for air. His paws twisted in the rope, trying to get free, and his feet moved as if peddling an invisible bicycle.
I spread some Astroglide on my forepaws. I reached out with one hand to play with Kraig's cockhead, while I pleasured myself with the other. His feet continued to kick, and the noose kept him from talking or even breathing, but I could hear tiny pleasure noises in his chest as my fingers spread the lube on him.
"Forget breathing," I told him. "You don't need to breathe, you need to cum. Don't you?"
My slave's eyes widened as he understood what I was telling him. He made a hmmm, hmmm sound in his chest and managed to nod slightly. Kraig was ready. More than ready, he would have cum already, but the tight cockrings were holding him back. I sped up, moving my fingers in a circular motion around his head. I could sense his need. With my tiger ears I could hear the little tiny yipping "aaahhhs" in his chest, every time my fingers brushed the edges of his little head. With my other hand I rubbed myself, slowly, drawing out the pleasure.
I switched to an up-and-down motion over the part of Kraig's cock that wasn't covered by rings. I felt his cock swell, and sensed his conflict: his need to cum against his need for air. His struggles were slowing, individual kicks instead of a continuous motion. "Give it up for me," I told him, "All of it. Your cum... Your breath, even your hope of breathing... And, when the time is right, your life." I shifted my hand and swirled my fingers rapidly over the spot where his cockhead joins the shaft. With a barely audible "Ohhhh!" his body went rigid, his toes pointing toward the floor, and he came, semen spurting from the end of his cock and falling on the carpet.
Coming left Kraig too weak to struggle much. A few uncoordinated foot movements and some tension in his chest showed he was still alive, but that was all. I sped up my other hand, and came, hard, on his dangling feet. A few seconds later his feet kicked twice, then he hung limp, finished.
I took some tissues and cleaned myself off, then got up to go upstairs to bed again. As I passed Kraig's body, I realized that he'd taped a piece of paper to his back. I looked at it:
Master had insomnia. I volunteered to help him get back to sleep. Our plan worked.> Kraig
Kraig's teammates would understand. I left him for them to clean up.
I padded upstairs, took a nice, hot shower, and got back into bed. I was asleep in seconds.