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I hereby invite you to read my latest story, and I hope you will have an interesting time with this one! This is exploring a new kind of a scenario for me, and if the feedback is positive, I can of course write more...so don't forget to comment! With so many people watching me, the best feedback I can get are the comments, since it is most helpful for me to hear my reader's thoughts on my writing. Of course the votes, faves and watches will also be great since they help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Hence, have a fun read, and cheers to you! My 301st story, here we go!

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Before you read the rest of this, I guess it'd be best if you knew a bit more about me and my mate Matt. I am Sean, and just like my mate, I'm thirty-something, pretty fit, hard-working, just a regular guy wanting to make a living on my own terms and living the life I want to lead, which happens to be with a Rottweiler called Matt. My mate and a husband in everything but name only (fuck you, state law!) works as a junior partner in an attorney's office, and I do some financial consulting for the city. We have our own comfortable, airy apartment, that's decorated according to our tastes, and in a couple of years, we've also paid off the mortgage and we shall be proud independent gay property owners. We enjoy holidays to interesting cities in Europe, value our friends and our work, and we don't plan on having kids, even if it became a widely viable option. It's just not us, I think, and we've talked about quite the lot.

I'd like to think that we're regular guys, as far as the society can look at two guys living and being together to be quite very "regular", but it works for us, and we're happy with each other. Committed, too, because we don't feel that third parties have a place between us, even temporarily. Maybe it's jealousy, or some Lutheran upbringing on my part, but we're monogaymous, and happy about it that way.

Which kinda brings us to the topic at paw here. We're each other's sexual partners, and that means we know each other's bodies and preferences, and work with them every time we decide to do the dirty and get up to no good. We are young, horny guys, and we know how to do it, and sometimes we do it hard. It usually feels damn good too, which is supposed to be purpose of sex, too, is it not? Making you feel close to your mate and simply making you both feel good at the same time, too.

Well, the point is, we're guys, and we've got preferences, and let's just say, for both of us, there's at least one thing that approaches the level of a fetish. It's that little something that makes your heart race a bit faster when you think about it, or that additional throb to your hard, pulsing dick, when the opportunity arises to indulge, and your cheeks might even get a bit warm when you imagine the sheer naughtiness of what you're up to. That's what I know, and that is what I have shared with my wonderful mate, and this story will be about a period some time ago, when my Matt allowed me to indulged in mine, and let's just say, that was some interesting times in our relationship! My Matt is here with me now, as I launch into the story of my...thirty days.

Day One:

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We sat naked on the edge of our bed, a towel spread over it to keep any lingering dampness from seeping from our bare butts onto the sheets, tails flicking gently against our respective angles. The air smelled of freshly washed furs, some manly musk and our respective private scents that we knew so well and that were well imposed on the fittings of the bedroom. The lights were on, because I felt like what we were about to do had to be recorded in full sight by our eyes, and I have to admit, I was nervous.

We'd made out in the shower and as a result, both of us had something of a boner at the moment. Mine, six inches, slim, narrow-tipped and barbed, poked out of a fuzzy sheath only a little, while Matt's heavier canine dick was still fully hard, complete with that big knot at the base of his eight inches of joy. The red, hard flesh pulsed and was showing no signs of diminishing hardness, a familiar feature of his endowment, I tell you, from my various experiences with that tower of delight. I enjoyed watching it, even now, while we sat there, me slightly spread-angled, to give myself breathing room, and Matt, so that our knees touched, next to me. His tail was still, resting between his legs, but mine was flapping against the bed and landing here and there over the silk sheet. Usually it would have amused both of us, but now we were concentrated on something else, in fact, an object that was currently held in my mate's dark paws. I could tell by his expression that he was experiencing a mixture of curiousness, perhaps some worry, arousal, too, but mostly, it was just a frown over his smooth brow as he rolled the clear plastic item in his grip.

"...so it'll just be hidden under your clothes, right?" Matt rumbled, pointing a finger towards my groin.

I nodded, slightly nervous, blushed, and nodded again.

"Of course," I said, "as you can see, it's not bulky at all. It just goes inside my boxers, and if anything, might make me appear a bit more hung than I am, heh."

The Rottie's bright white teeth flashed with the grin he gave me in reply to my cheeky comment, which was then followed by him turning the clear plastic object around again in his paws, before he pushed a couple of fingers inside it and then held it up as if modeling it, and how it might look once that item would be going where it belonged, and that, of course, was my groin.

"I see," he said.

"As long as I don't get any fur stuck anywhere, it's not uncomfortable at all," I hurried to tell him, too, while he wriggled his fingers inside the curiously curved object and watched the movement.

Matt snuffled.

"Well I bet you won't be wanting that," he said.

"No, not at all," I spoke, well aware that my voice had gone a bit more high-pitched than usual, with my nervousness. "I'm not into pain of any kind, never have been."

Matt nodded and withdrew his fingers from the gracefully curved plastic tube and then simply held it on his palm.

"Well if it would hurt you, I wouldn't let you to do this, Sean," he said, sounding quite solemn as he rumbled.

I couldn't help but smile at his words, and I responded by putting a paw against his thigh and rubbing it slowly up and down, while I smiled still, and let him know, with a soft purr from me, that I appreciated the concern.

"It won't hurt me," I replied. "I promise."

He rolled the clear plastic around on his paw and rumbled.

"Well you did say that you've done this before so I'll take your word, Sean," he snuffled. "But I gotta say, this does look a bit vicious to me..."

"The Paramour XY is the best-selling chastity device," I said, my ears heating up as I realized how it sounded like some sort of a pitch talk, rather than just me trying to make sure he knew that I wasn't going to inflict any undue suffering on myself by insisting that I wanted to wear that plastic thing on my dick. "And for a reason, too. It's perfectly comfortable and almost unnoticeable when I'm not aroused. Even then it's just a tight fit, nothing painful. Just what it's meant to do, really."

The Rottie gave another look at the object on his palm and tilted it from side to side.

"Still, you haven't worn one for a whole month, have you?" Matt asked me, his ears aimed towards me to hear my reply.

I shook my head and felt my blush intensify.

"I never could, no, not even if I tried to," I stated bashfully. "I never got past fifteen days before I just couldn't stave off the want to jerk off. I may be into chastity play but not into self-torture, no. It stopped being funny."

My Rottie's frown returned, briefly, even if I had tried to smile and make light of the whole business of getting so damn pent up that I couldn't help myself, and framing myself as a horny bastard in the process, of course. Who wouldn't be after two weeks of being unable to touch myself? That was one fantastic orgasm, I had to admit, though some of the ones I've since gotten with Matt well-compared, of course. It was so much different when you got a partner. It made things more complicated, of course, but also offered so many possibilities that I hoped would make this experiment a greater success than my previous explorations.

"So how do I know if you stop having fun this time, now that I'm the one who's going to be holding the key?" the Rottie asked me quite sharply.

I let out a deep breath and gave him a long look now, seeking his eyes while I gently reached for his paw and squeezed it. He gave our new touch a look before out eyes met again, surely seeking me for answers to his worries that were making him feel less than confident about this.

"You know me, Matt," I replied, with a gentle smile, "you will know, and of course I will tell you if I want to quit. It's as simple as that. This is for fun, not for some torture."

"But you do want to feel pent up, don't you?" he retorted, still watching me intently, "you want me to keep you...uh...locked, even if you'd beg me to let you cum, or started to feel really horny, but being unable to do anything about it, but I can't unlock it even if I see you're not feeling so great about it?"

I squeezed his paw again, and nodded.

"I want to see how much I can take, really" I replied. "I know that there will be moments when I will be feeling a bit uncomfortable about chastity, but I know all that from my past attempts at it. I know how to deal with it, and believe me, I will tell you if I simply stop feeling good about it. I promise that."

"Will you?" he huffed darkly.

"I love you, Matt," I spoke before I leaned close to him, to nuzzle gently against his jaw, "I would never, ever make you uncomfortable with something like this. Never. If you'd tell me not to do this, I'd cancel it right away, right now. I promise."

My Rottie let out a deep rumble, and put the chastity device down onto the bed so that he could cup my muzzle into his paw and bring us close for a kiss, while we still held paws, smiled, and kissed for a few whole minutes, or so it felt, while our lips were softly held together and we traded the sensation back and forth.

I'm sure our respective blushes were much more comfortable once we parted, looking into one another's eyes, and I was sporting a bigger erection than before, definitely, with two inches in sight rather than two. Matt's hadn't subsided at all, and remained as impressive as ever. I felt the urge to wrap my paws around it and give it a good rub before doing something else with it, but there would be time for that later. We would sort the other thing out before that.

"Do you believe me?" I pleaded, once we had calmed down for a quick moment.

Matt rumbled and flicked a sharp ear in my direction, but there was a small smile on his lips nonetheless.

"Well I think you're a bit of a kinky bastard for wanting to do this, but if you get off on it, I guess I'll want to see how it turns out," he said.

I smiled in reply, and gave another extra gentle squeeze on his paw, as we sat there, sharing out innermost and secret feelings with one another as we were.

"That means a lot to me," I said, "it really does. I love you."

"I love you too," My Rottweiler replied without hesitation. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't."

I leaned over quickly and gave him a peck on the lips, because it felt like the best thing to do at the moment, and put my other paw onto his thigh, if only to stave off the urge to fondle him even more intimately for now.

"Thank you," I whispered, close by.

My canine lover let out another rumble and put his own paw over my shoulder, which he then proceed to squeeze a little.

"But you promise me, if you start feeling unhappy, or if I start feeling unhappy about this, I'm going to call it quits, okay?" he demanded.

I nodded and flicked my ears accordingly

"I swear that I will not torture myself, or make you worry about me, "I said, "Because I love you."

"Thank you," you replied, with a small smile.

We smiled some more, before Matt poked my swollen sheath with his thumb. I let out a little gasp at the sensation and felt my half-hard cock jump from the sudden stimulation, mostly hidden within that fuzzy cover as it was.

"I'm gonna miss this bad boy here, though," Matt rumbled, eyes fixed on my groin, "gonna be a long time without getting to play with my favorite toy..."

"Ohh believe me, I know the feeling," I replied with a mischievous chuckle, "but this doesn't mean we won't be having sex...oh God no, you know, this is gonna make me want it even more than usual...."

Matt rumbled and elbowed me gently on my shoulder, though didn't loose his grin.

"That was one of the selling points when you came forward with this, remember?" the Rottie stated.

"I know, I know," I nodded, recalling easily that nervous night a couple of weeks ago when I had finally told my mate about my secret fetish and how I had experimented solo on chastity before I had met him. Never with another fur involved, though, as I had told him as well, while trying to explain the intricacies to my slightly shocked mate, and also, to tell him what I promised.

A month without a touch on me, thirty days of me enclosed in that plastic device, with the only key held by Matt, to be used to release me only at the end of the thirty days, or in an emergency, as we had agreed on during our extensive talks, or if it stopped being fun for either of us. Those seemed quite reasonable terms, at least to me, and Matt said that he felt mostly the same, so I suppose it was alright, even if he was still slightly dubious over my whole desire to be forcefully kept away from one of the most primal desires known to man, the sexual touch of my genitals.

"And I hope you're going to deliver on that, too, Sean," Matt continued while he rubbed my shoulder and eyed my slightly pulsing pink member. "I'm really tempted to have one final go on that before we lock it up..."

The big, manly Rottie licked his lips, and made me pulse more rapidly within my sheath. The offer was definitely a tempting one, and one look at his big doggie cock told me that he was more than ready for it, too, but I knew that this had to start somewhere, and sometime, and we'd just had a long, sexy shower to get me all cleaned-up before we did it, so...well, it might as well be now.

"Me too," I replied, smiling to him, "but I think what I want t do now is to get it...on...and then have this..."

I reached out with my soft, warm paw and curled my fingers around the top three inches of that thick, firm member. Matt rumbled louder and let out a small "ruff-ruff" and even pushed his hips up into the touch to meet my grip, light as it was ,teasingly light over his shower fresh, nonetheless musky, hot cock. The firmly muscled male grumbled and bared his teeth and enjoyed the warm attention on his thick tool. Sean knew not to keep it up for too long, however, and soon released the Rottie and dropped his paw to Matt's thigh instead.

"...anywhere you'd like it to be," he finished with another look on the prominent cock, and licked his lips slowly, luxuriously.

The deeply breathing Rottie rumbled and flapped his tail against the side of the bed.

"Uh huh," he grinned toothily.

"Oh yes," I replied. "I insist."

The buff Rottie let out another rumble from his muscled chest and rubbed his belly.

"Well you might be into the whole pent up thing but I'm not so much, so I guess we better hurry now, huh?" Matt flicked an ear at me.

I felt a jolt of excitement in my belly as I nodded quickly, and scooted to the other side on the bed, so that I could pull open the nightstand drawer and take out two small objects. Once those were in my palm, I returned to sit next to my mate, and then held my paw to him.

"Hold these, please?" I said, with the whiteness of the lube bottle evidently protruding between my fingers.

"Sure," Matt grumbled.

I dropped the bottle and a small, round plastic object onto his open paw, and then picked up the briefly abandoned Paramour device from the side and put it next to my thigh before I snatched the bottle of lube from Matt's paw. As I popped it open, his eyes fell to the small plastic object that remained on his palm. His ears flicked curiously.

"And this is the...?"

"The lock, yeah," I said as I squirted lube onto my palm and rubbed my fingers together to warm it up.

Matt snorted and picked the small item between his fingerpads, to dangle the tiny padlock from his claptips.

"It looks a bit flimsy to me," he noted.

I chuckled.

"Well, you don't want to set off any metal alarms with a piece of metal you definitely can't put onto that small tray they offer to you if you cause the machine to beep, huh?" I stated to him, my head tilted in an amused angle.

Matt gave the tiny lock another look before he looked up to me, his brow quirking again.

"Are you serious?"

I snickered.

"I got the feeling that it's a case of 'a solution to a problem that someone only thought about after someone had that problem', I must admit," I said, my fingers making a slippery noise over my palm.

Matt chuckled and scratched the side of his muzzle while still looking at the little lock.

"It doesn't have a key," he mused.

I nodded again.

"They're meant to be broken with a pair of pliers when the time comes, "I replied expertly.

"Hah!" Matt yelped. "I wouldn't want pliers near my dick!"

I put my fingers near my dick, however, spreading a thin layer of the slick, transparent lube over my cock and my sheath, and didn't forget to give a quick rub over my balls, either, as I tried to apply it carefully everywhere where skin was exposed. It would be making this much easier in a moment.

"That's why I want you to operate the pliers," I chuckled. "Now, any last words?"

I picked up the cock cage from the bed and held it in my paw, my heart already racing as I imagined the feel of the cool plastic against my sensitive skin and fur. Matt's brow quirked a little again as he watched me, my paw hovering close to my endowment while he studied this new sight, and I still wondered whether he really as comfortable with this as he claimed to be. I really hoped so, because I'd feel terrible if things were going to become unhappy because of this all. I had to be sure.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked him, again.

The Rottweiler let out a deep breath, but he nodded.

"You've talked me into this," he replied. "If you can do this, I'll believe your word. I want to see this through, if you want to."

"I do want to," I replied quickly. "I really do."

"So then we'll do it," he said, "and see what happens, right?"

"Yeah," I breathed out, a bit nervous, yes, but eager to begin. "Now, let's see...you sure you don't' want to put this on me?"

I gave the clear plastic cock cage a small wave, and he shook his head, and snorted.

"I don't want to accidentally pinch anything," he said, "you go ahead, I'll watch and try not to cringe."

I snuffled and patted his shoulder with my slickened-up paw.

"There's nothing to cringe about...well, not now at least..." I said.

"Sean..." his voice rose in a warning.

"Okay, here we go..." I breathed deeply and lifted the cage up to be level with my belly and my twitching cock.

The Paramour cage is made of relatively thin plastic, roughly cock-shaped, of course, curving along to the natural lines of a feline penis. The end that would house the top of my dick had a slit there, for taking care of my business, of course, while the bottom end hinged out, for easy application. With the lube in place all over my package, it took very little effort to slip the cool, perfectly smooth plastic over me. The movement caused my sheath to pull back a little, to reveal more of me, and the feeling made my cock jump and pulse against the plastic walls. I gave Matt a quick look and saw that he was watching me carefully, and I flashed him a small smile, while I pulled the plastic sheath even lower, and opened the hinge maximally to the side. I held the cage in place and with the other, lifted my balls up so that I could hook the hinged bottom ring into place. It was quite the snug fit, and made me grow harder inside the plastic tube as I felt the slight pressure against the sensitive part of my warm, heavy sac.

"The lock, please, "I held out my paw while the other remained squeezed around the ring, and I felt that my fingers were slightly shaking as I flexed them in my demand.

Matt gave me a serious look before he dropped the feather-light item onto my slick palm.

"That does look mean on you," he said," much bigger than I thought it would be."

I bit my teeth at the sensation of having the non-budging walls of the plastic cage rub against my sensitive, slick barbs, and wished this extra manipulation would be over soon so that I could really start getting used to the feeling of being such trapped again...and cop a feeling something else, too, I hoped.

"Just give it a moment," I rumbled in reply as I very gently pushed the curved piece of plastic through the two matching holes, twisted the lock around to align it properly, and then, after a very small pause of reflection over what I was going to do, I pushed.

There was no click, no dramatic sounds, or real difference in sensation to how the cage felt on me before, no, there was simply the knowledge of what was happening, and that was enough to make my belly squirm and my cock grow inside its new home for the next thirty days.

I let my paws fall to my sides and simply sat there, breathing deeply in and out while I stared at my spear-like cock pulsing inside the clear cover. The familiar urge to touch it was evident, even if I knew that there would be no paws from now until that fateful day in a month or so...and I liked that.

I felt my breathing quicken while I forgot myself in the sensations, the expectations, too, while I rumbled and felt my flesh strain and take into its maximum size, so that the pointed tip was practically touching the cool plastic on the very end of my Paramour cage. My balls seemed to be throbbing, too, and felt warm and heavy, and I wanted to roll them in my paw, too.

A small "ruff" from Matt reminded me of his presence once more, and I almost jumped when my head quickly turned to face him, to see him watch me, more precisely, me and the new, somewhat alien object that had now swallowed my pink, straining cock. My familiar erection seemed oddly thicker than usual, likely because of the optical illusion caused by the clear lube and the plastic...besides the fact that I did feel extremely aroused by this situation.

My cheeks flared with heat as I turned my gaze to meet Matt's, and the Rottweiler flicked one of his ears at me sharply.

"It is all done now?" he demanded.

"Yeah," I said, waving a paw over my enclosed equipment. "All set."

His big paw landed on me and took a hold of the smooth plastic, and pulled on it a little to lift me up from the resting position against my belly. My barbs rubbed against the walls of the cage and made me purr, automatically, while my tail flicked rapidly and the motion caused my balls to be tugged as well. Matt gave my trapped cock a good look, tilting his head to all sides while he took in the new, decisively strange sights, and then finally, and gently, laid me back to my resting place against my tummy.

"You sure it doesn't feel bad?" he asked me again, that paw of his coming to a rest on my thigh.

I purred and smiled and made the whole contraption jump with a squeeze of my inner muscles, and hissed when I throbbed and accidentally stroked myself even further against the unyielding firmness of the cage.

"Yeah," I breathed. "It just feels quite tight now that I'm all boned up. But it feels good."

"You seem to enjoy it alright," he pointed at my sizeable erection, and snuffled.

"Well, yeah, I do," I replied. "That's why I want to do it."

Matt squeezed my lithe thigh with his big paw and rumbled.

"So what are we supposed to do now, then?" the dog with the big boner asked me, looking between my eyes and my caged dick.

I returned his gaze with a little smirk and licked my lips.

"The same thing we do every night, Matt," I purred. "We get it on but I won't get off...unless I'm lucky."

Matt's brow quirked again, but that gesture was somewhat lost on me while I was more attentive towards his big, musky, deeply pulsing cock pushing out of his smoothly furred loins. It looked so delicious, standing there like it was meant to do, throbbing and emitting that deep, pheromone-laced scent that was making me feel aroused, no matter the added effect of the cage.

"Unless you're lucky..." he murmured.

I decided to go in for the kill, and easily dipped myself over so that I could rest my torso on my elbows and get my muzzle close to his straining cock, and to nudge it with my nosepad before I flicked my tongue against the rim of the blunt tip. His tail flapped against the bed and he let out a low-timbre bark at the hot sensation, and I could see that his eyes had widened too, when I gave a worshipful look up to him, and smiled again.

"Well..." I breathed warm air against his smooth skin while enjoying the feeling of my trapped cock sandwiched against my thigh, the warmth which I could feel even without actual contact with my fur and skin, "...sometimes I'm a lucky cat and get off without even touching myself...as you well know..."

I moved in before he could speak up, and enclosed that thick, dripping shaft between my delicate feline lips, to let him know just what a cheetah's muzzle could do for a well-endowed dog such as my very own Matt. It is difficult to be sneaky when it comes to blowjobs, but I still managed to get three of his thick inches into my muzzle before he let out a surprised bark and jabbed his hips forward, which added another inch.

"Hhmhphphprprprprprprprrrr!" I purred around the tasty, savory treat in my muzzle, and cupped my fingers around the rest, just above that thick, nice knot which I felt throbbing ever so firmly while I suckled gently on my lover's meaty cock. I knew that the vibrations coursing through it had the potential of making him quite forget himself in the sheer lust of the sensation, and judging by the paw that soon landed on top of my head, there was no mistaking the feeling tonight.

"Ohhhhhh...." my Rottie gasped, taken by the feeling, so firm and strong, and smelling so good that my already over-excited mind only made it all seem just that more naughtier, now that I knew that I would be a fully giving party in our lovemaking to follow, with my willing surrender of my own ultimate pleasure in exchange of his.

That is not to say, I wasn't enjoying myself when I began to bob my head up and down on him, and added a twist with my fingers to keep every single inch well-explored and teased while I slobbered my tongue in lazy circles around his member. My cock pulsed strongly inside its captive prison, the cage almost a perfect fit so that I did feel it, now that I was fully hard, but there was no movement of the plastic, no yielding, and nothing but the sensation of my barbs mashed against the firm material, and the utter fullness of my shaft. My balls itched in the very familiar way I associated with prolonged arousal, and indeed, I'd been pretty boned up ever since...when?

Well, all day, on and off, while I had thought about tonight, and how we'd make an event out of this all, showering, soaping each other up, making out, getting me geared out, and simply enjoying ourselves, like we were due anyway, on a Friday night. Now this was to be the culmination, and I was feeling frisk, to say the least, with some of my favorite sexual things happening all at once - mostly involving my loving mate, of course, but also, now with the added effect of the slick plastic that now got me in its artificial grip. A little bit of control was gone, and wasn't it what they said, that some furs in power, full of confidence and strength over others, sometimes got off on giving away some of what they took for granted, in that full self-appreciation and determination?

I knew I was feeling a measure of that while I went down on my lover and knew that while he was free to orgasm as many times as he would...or could, more like, for I was going to make sure to milk him dry of every drop he could give to me, for as long as he wanted to, and while I would ensure that he got all that, and then some, I would not be cumming tonight. No, that was what this was about, to see how it felt, with his consent, that there would be no ultimate pleasure, only arousal, heavy teasing, and exploration, without the messy, familiar ending. That was a thing not for me for now, only something I could think about not experience, and from my past meddling with chastity, I knew that the mind was awfully strong when it came to...conjuring up expectations.

I purred in my reverie and kissed my lover's knot, enjoying how that girthy flesh rubbed against the back of my muzzle without trying to force its way into my throat. I wasn't a stranger to that, but this was hardly a position to do any of that sort, so instead, I concentrated on his most sensitive parts, the rim of his tip, his piss slit that leaked such delicious nectar over my flicking tongue, and with my fingers, to squeeze on that bulbous knot that I longed to feel inside me.

Feeling it in my palm made my inner muscles clench again, throbbing deep inside me while the motion jostled my caged member against my thigh, adding that familiar tugging sensation onto my already churning balls. It wasn't painful, the lube made sure of that, and the fit was right, but still, the skin was taut, and added to my own teasing enjoyment of the feelings around my groin.

Matt, under my many teasing administrations, barked out and wagged his tail against the bed while he resisted the urge to try to thrust into my maw. He was letting me do all the work here, licking and sucking on him, enjoying his musk while the lazy dog's paw rode on top of my head and occasionally flicked a thumb against an ear of mine while I lavished him with my slippery lips.

"Ohhhhhmyeah....ahhh..." my manly man murmured while I made sloppy love to his favorite body part, I presumed, and tasted his oozing fluids again on my tongue as he spurted another glob onto its raspy surface. I suckled the taste deep into my maw and enjoyed it, while my nose was as full of his musk as my muzzle was filled with his length, to the cheek-bulging point, even. I had abandoned teasing his knot for now, and instead had my fingers tugging and playing with his big, balls which now hung loose and low in their sac, thanks to the warmth of the shower earlier. I soon had him almost purring with my attention on his pendulous jewels, and smiled proudly for the fact that my strong mate was soon rumbling and had his tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

I took a few more slurping passes on him before I gently pulled my maw off him, but not before a final lick over that twitching tip. He let out a content rumble and ruffled my head furs as I lingered close to his throbbing cock, openly admiring of it while we gazed into each other's eyes, and I licked my glistening lips, to catch an extra taste of that extra nice special doggy sauce.

"I probably sound like a total slut for saying this, but I repeat..."I whispered as I rubbed his balls in my palm, "...that chastity makes me usually feel so damn horny..."

I kissed the tip of his cock again, and saw how his eyes almost rolled in their sockets while my lips smacked against his sensitive skin.

"...right from the beginning..." I purred and winked.

Matt bared his teeth in a deep rumble and released his paw from my head. It didn't get to be free for long, though, because soon he had his fingers around my chin and propped my head up, so that we could look at one another again.

"Come here," he said, nudging me a little.

I got up to a seated position again, caged cock swaying and all, and soon had his arms around me while he pulled me close into an embrace. We began to make out, noisily, messily, hotly, too, tongues slipping into muzzles and meeting somewhere in the middle, I bet, while paws wandered everywhere. He fondled my rump, openly, easily sampling the springiness of my mottled ass, and I was content to explore the muscles of his back, how good they felt under my touch and how they flexed, whenever I pressed even a little. I was glad that we stuck to a good exercise regime, and having our home gym in the spare bedroom really made it easy to work out, since it was only a matter of walking across the hallway, rather than dealing with the hassle of going out. Woo! It's not like we needed to go out for the eye candy's sake...we had each other for that, and were happy as we were.

And we were making out now, too, all the way until Matt lifted me up, showing little effort of strain, and got me on my back on the bed and straddled me, so that he could kiss me almost aggressively while his big, warm dick poked me in the belly. I was soon purring and mewling openly and curled my tail around his legs while he kept going at it, humping each other even though I got very little direct stimulation out of it all. I was fully hard and leaking, there was no denying that the slippery fluid dribbled within the clear plastic and mixed with the lube, while a gentle streak was let over my lover's belly as he kept on stroking that thick tool of his into the softness of my body. He didn't seem to mind the feeling of the cage between our bellies, much to my relief, since obviously, it had to be a strange sensation for him, to have something foreign there instead of my very much familiar hard, needy cock.

I was loving it, of course, feeling his warmth everywhere, but still, unable to do anything but to kiss him back and use my paws and my lips to make him feel good, make him feel wanted and to know that I was here to give him pleasure, and drew mine from him having his own, rather than sought my own. Do not stand confused, my friends, I am not submissive sexually, never have been, nor I want to even try. I know what I want and I do what I want, and one part of me wants to explore this side of my sexuality, which involves letting go a bit of control over my body for the one male I trust the most.

And honestly, the orgasms after a few days without are awesome. Simply knee-buckling, and left me full of ideas about how it might feel after thirty whole days...

Oh, God...

I bucked my hips even more eagerly against Matt's, and felt up his rump while we made out and he barked and rumbled and even nipped on my lip, when his lust grew to mirror mine in intensity, and then some, perhaps, because he was one big horndog, when the mood settled on him. This night seemed to be no different, even if he had been a bit tentative at first because of the newness of the chastity device, but thankfully he seemed to be past the initial shock now and was behaving quite normally, which mainly meant, wanting to make a lot of manly love to me.

My Rottie was soon humping me so intently that I wondered whether he was planning to blow his load by that method, but I didn't get to tease him about it before he abruptly scooted backwards on the bed, grabbed my hips and simply flipped me over onto my belly, just like that. I landed with a satisfying thud and moaned a little when my cage pressed between my belly and the mattress, which only added to the tugging sensation. Matt grabbed my thighs and spread them apart with his big paws, and I purred obediently while I pushed my ass upwards and curled my tail high and to the side, expecting something fun to happen to that part of my body soon.

"Booyeah!"

I didn't have to wait long before a glob of spit landed against my puckered tailhole, my rump cheeks were pulled apart by my Rottie's eager thumbs, and he wasted little time between baring my charms and getting his tongue busy slobbering up and down my taint. I purred blissfully at the warm, ticklish sensation, and liked how it made me feel even hotter than before, wanted, needed in many primal ways, while the big, buff guy toyed with me like that, tasting my rump. My tail began to tap against the edge of the bed while Matt kept my ass cheeks spread and dove into me again and again, licking and lapping every inch of warm, furry crevice so that soon I had spit wetting my balls and my tailhole already clenched in anticipation of the rim-job. Matt had a big, strong tongue that knew what it did, too, which usually meant that I'd be panting and mewling by the time he'd be finished with my musky back door.

"Aahaaaaahhhhh Matt!" I even called out his name while he kept on teasing me, even as I throbbed helplessly, unable to hump the bed for pleasure, only getting what he gave me , with his strong paws massaging my rear and that tongue getting ever so close but not yet onto my hole.

The Rottie rumbled something incomprehensible against my taint and shook his muzzle from side to side, to apply extra teasing that made me mewl and lift my head up from the bed to purr out my pleasure. I soon felt the slick heat of his tongue making its way towards my muscled ring, and felt my entire body tense at first contact, the joyful, warm lap of that wide tongue against my hole.

"AAAAaahahhhhh!" I purred, openly, loudly, and pushed back to meet the slippery touch that was coming so warmly from his eager, unhesitating muzzle giving me such pleasures. Who needed to jerk off or stick one's dick into somewhere when you could be receiving such pleasure from other parts of your body? My clenching pucker was sending constant signals of pleasure through my loins and made me feel harder than almost ever, and there was a definite pool of warmth somewhere deep inside my pelvis, just waiting to be heated into even higher levels of joy soon, in the most enjoyable way possible. Heck, even my nibbles were hard and rubbing against the silk sheets with every breath I took, or more like, the curving action of my lithe back while I tried to keep the contact between my hips and my lover's muzzle as good as possible.

And it was good, it was so damn good, the way that tongue made circles and slobbered and poked at me, or simply went up and down as if he was licking on an ice cream cone and not a butthole. I seemed to be delicious nonetheless, if you judged him by his eager ruffs and the wagging of his tail. My own wouldn't stay still and kept flaying from side by side, sometimes even hitting my Rottie while he ate me out. I was dripping wet and clenching all the time, allowing him to even push the tip deep into me, every now and then, and rub that strong, agile tongue against the walls of my slowly opening pucker. My trapped cock leaked an almost constant stream of pre-cum onto the sheets as a result of this stimulation, and I purred ever so happily while I enjoyed the remarkably...relaxing knowledge that I could simply lay still and enjoy everything without having to try to pursue the ultimate goal of my own orgasm. I could take every sensation as they came, enjoy them, and find my pleasure in that, and in the intimacy I experienced with my lover at this very moment as he attacked my body with his tongue. Damn, he was making me so slick and relaxed I was surprised he didn't slip his entire tongue in there!

I kept purring his name and encouraging him with the rolling of my hips, but I guess there's only that long you can tease a horny doggie before he wants to bury his bone, and this was no exception. His muzzle disappeared and left me feeling empty and needing more, and I even looked over my shoulder with the intention to plead for some more while I saw that he had picked up the bottle of lube and was now in the process of squirting the stuff onto his palm.

"Oh please," I licked my lips and grinned eagerly, "been waiting for that all day...need that knot in me...been missing it since last night, Matt..."

My Doggie wasted little time lubing him up before he squeezed some more of the stuff onto his paw and then pushed his fingers against my spit-slickened tailstar and pushed. I relaxed myself the best I could and pressed back to meet their presence, and soon moaned in delight when the fingers wormed their way through my gate and into my warm tunnel. While I generally enjoyed having my ass played with, I was feeling very horny now, and really preferred to have something much bigger and substantial in there, and as much, easily pushed back so that the fingers were forced to the hilt within only a few seconds of poking into my innards. Matt let out a surprised rumble, and but squeezed down on him, and flicked my tail against his wrist.

"Come on," I breathed, my voice gone low from passion, "let's do it, Matt. I need you."

The fingers disappeared with a slippery, dirty sound, and to my surprise, the Rottie sat himself down on his haunches on the bed and grabbed my hips, lube smearing over my mottled furs.

"Come on and sit on my lap then, kittycat," he rumbled as his voice went down to his mock "pervy" tone he sometimes likes using when he was feeling particularly goofy, and I guess this was one of those occasions, right now, as I, my cock caged and my tail raised, was urged to back onto his thick, readily throbbing dick.

I scooted backwards on my knees and did as I was told, obviously so, and reached with a paw to aim him, which caused another deep rumble from the Rottie holding onto me while I took a hold of his thick cock and pushed it against the base of my tail. I purred at the feeling of his hot meat smearing lube onto my own wet pucker, momentarily before he encouraged me with his paws, to put some weight down on him.

I stared at the wall while I took onto this impromptu balancing act, breathing deeply as I willed my body to take him as easily and smoothly as possible. I felt the pressure grow, of course, that was inevitable with such a big cock trying to make its way into me, and he really didn't have to do much work, besides holding me steady when I put my weight down and allowed the thick tip to force its way into my body.

"Aaahhh..."

I clenched down on him hard, eliciting a bark from him, but forced myself to stay calm and work another inch into me by bearing down on him and relaxing myself the best I could. I suppose he felt my body give way, because the paws tugged on me, and I suddenly slid down all the way to the knot that now kissed my pucker.

I yowled, deeply, and my claws tore onto the sheets while the sudden sensation rushed through me. It hurt, briefly, it hurt, being so filled so quickly, but then the nerve endings on my prostate kicked in and there was nothing but fullness, a dull throbbing, and a hint of pleasure that made it all worth it.

"Good job," Matt rumbled, licking my neck while he enjoyed the sensation of my rectum squeezing on him from all sides, undulating muscles over his thick dick that craved to be deep inside me.

My trapped member had lost none of its firmness and pulsed and leaked even through the moment of pain, followed by an almost constant flow of watery pre-cum when Matt began to lift me up and down on him, aided by the rocking of my own hips, and his cock milked my prostate for every drop that was stored there. These slow strokes were enough to make my breathing into a shallow pant, huff huff huff huff while my cock bounced, my balls churned, and the big canine worked hard to keep himself well-stroked.

I'm well-experienced in bottoming for my Rottie, but it was still a rough ride, getting ploughed by that thick shaft while he simply held onto me and fondled my chest and played with my nipples while all I could do was moan and purr and take it like a man. He gave me no pause but instead went on with his fully doggy reserves of lust an need and pounded up into me with abandon. The fierce throbbing of his cock seemed to be transmitting itself into m belly, too, because my prostate felt like it was on fire with every thrust that banged against my love nut, hidden inside my rectum that was now properly filled by the leaking monster belonging to my lover. My own pre-cum was everywhere, my cock was bouncing from side to side, extra heavy now with its new plastic sheath, and contributed to the mess and the musk.

We kept going like that for a while until it seemed that Matt had had enough, and simply pushed me down onto my belly again without letting a single inch of his cock to escape from my ass. His knees hugged my rump from both sides as he began to thrust again, coming even harder now, and licking and drooling all over my neck while he marked me as his own for the night.

"Gotta...gotta tie..." he panted against my ear and nibbled it while hi hips slammed down on me, banging me at maximum speed and weight now, making me yowl every time his tip punched into my guts.

The knot itself had been banging my back door throughout our heated mating, and soon was forced deep into me with a well-aimed and timed thrust that made me moan and forced me to press my face against the nearest pillow when the rush of pain filled my loins. My doggie howled and bit down on the loose furs of my neck, his hips a blur while he knot-fucked himself into his orgasm, and then he simply was there, and I was hanging.

Hot spurts of cum poured into my guts, first in thick gushes, then in smaller spurts that came with his ruff-ruffs and yips and little flexing of his hips while Matt kept stimulating himself inside my rectum. He held me close and I felt soaked in fur, warmth, sweat and heat, he held me so close and so safe that I as soon purring, no matter that the heat in my belly had almost reached the levels needed for my orgasm, but then slowly dropped, until now I was simply lying there, on my belly, tied, heated all over, soaking wet with sweat, but my cock was nowhere near the blowing point. It simply pulsed inside its rigid tube-like prison, unable to be touched, unable to be stroked, and its only contribution had been the small puddle of pre that messed our sheets and my belly furs. My big, strong Rottie was collapsed on top of me, with the majority of his weight on his knees and elbows, however, but there was no mistaking that I had just been mated by a big, strong male.

Matt was soon licking my neck, to soothe the small bite mark there, and add to the mess of scents that was his and mine meshed together, and it was good that way. He pulsed within me as well, still occasionally adding to the liquid heat inside me, and I soon managed to smile to him, over my shoulder, and our eyes met.

"That was great," I purred, smiling tiredly now. "Really good."

My Rottie gave me a look.

"And you didn't cum, right?" he asked, an ear flicked as well as he did.

"Nope," I grinned toothily. "But I almost did, and it felt great to me. I can't even imagine how it will feel in a couple of days if you keep teasing me like this every night, hehe..."

He let out another gruff ruff and rumble and kissed the side of my messy muzzle wetly. I purred and returned the kiss, initiating a liplock that would be quite the pleasant finale to our mating tonight.

All the while I throbbed, firmly, and untouched, in the secure cradle that was my cage.

Simply waiting.

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