Tenderised

Story by Zwoosh on SoFurry

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A story series once intended to be continued and marked as a master/slave story, however I lost touch with the characters and their backgrounds. Unfortunately, I don't feel like I can continue with them, so they will now remain on the periphery and I will return to them if I feel necessary.


THWACK!

The Dalmatian yelped around the gag, drool dribbling down his chin from his lips that were tightly stretched over that red rubber ball. His breathing was a nasally wheeze; he would have been panting if his only intake of weren't coming from the tunnel that had been drilled through the ball in his mouth by the manufacturers. A painful aching spread through his jaw as his teeth dug into the rubber, clenching and unclenching muscles screaming in protest with each hit.

THWICK!

Another howl of agony, teetering finely between the balance of pain and pleasure - the dog's body was confused. Desperately, shaking as though with the exertion of choice, he sought to figure out what he wanted to feel. Did this feel good? Or did it feel bad? Were the lashes against his back the markings of love or the bite of torture?

THWAP!

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he daren't open them and look upon his lover. Beads of tears trickled down his face through their own gravity, yet he remained where he was, spread-eagled on the bed and face down, his limbs tied fast to the bedposts. The chill of the air clawed at his skin, far less severe that the stroke of the whip that was wielded by the man somewhere in the room. Even when the canine opened his eyes, if only for the briefest of seconds, he was met with the dull, musty colouring of the hotel's bed sheets, stained with their lovemaking.

THWACK!

It was the anticipation that drove him wild, most. Sometimes he would drag out it between strokes, and the Dalmatian would have no idea when the next wave was coming. His body would relax, and for a slight moment he could fool himself into believing it might be over. Then the snaps of the leather would come again, and he'd find himself yowling louder and louder into the pillows.

THWHIP!

The dog's erection raged beneath him, though he couldn't understand why. The blood red length bulged obscenely at the knot, and trickled a thick stream of pre as it was trapped between his abdomen and the starchy sheets. Each smack would grind the coarse fabric over his overly sensitive cock, driving him wild and making him wince. He just wished he'd been allowed to cum, just once. They'd been doing this for hours, and each time he'd gotten close he'd be punished, and then the feeling would abate. Time after time again, and now his balls were churning and ablaze with the need of release. Yet it wouldn't come...

A paw, from out of nowhere, slid along the dog's back, a digit tracing where the whip had left red, angry lines through the blanched fur, and through the black splotches. Maybe that's why he'd been claimed by him... His fur could easily hide the bruises of their meetings.

"Doing good, puppy..." A gruff, dark voice mumbled from behind him, "You're doing real good..."

Despite everything, and ignoring the throbbing sting that coursed through his system, emanating from the lashes across his torso, the Dalmatian wagged his tail. Pleased by the thought that he was doing well for this man, he was filled with a growing sense of accomplishment and odd warmth. It might have been love, it could have been lust; either way, the dog knew that soon he'd be rewarded with the kindness he knew the man to have somewhere in his heart.

"Does puppy want a treat?" The dog's eyes snapped open, lit up with excitement. His cock bounced with glee, clearly happy at the thought too, and splattered yet more pre over the sheets. He tried urgently to yap out 'yes', nodding his head with gusto. His tail wiggled faster with a greater tempo, tapping against something firm and solid. The bed creaked dangerously, and the canine could feel the shifting behind him. The other male was kneeling down over him, his knees pressed down on either side of his waist so that the crotch must've been just resting above the small of his back. The Dalmatian swore he could feel the heat, that fiery dick of such magnitude... The thick girth, the sensational length... The hotness sweated across his back, and he couldn't see, but he could feel the head just above his cheeks, barely touching his crack. A whimper managed to escape from the gag, and he pleaded to the male above him. A low chuckle made the dog's blood run cold... followed by a drawn out tut,

"Ah, ah, ah..." the voice spoke with decided slowness, taking his time, "I want to tenderise this beautiful ass of yours..." The dog groaned with fervent lust as two meaty paws grasped each cheek, kneading them and groping them with little care. He heard the words the man uttered out, but he failed to recognise their meaning. All he could focus on was the desire that sunk in his gut, begging internally for him to be satisfied. It was as though his butt was the clay to the rest of his body, and whatever the male did moulded him into a whimpering, shivering mess of arousal. Suddenly, he could feel the bed rattle again, and then something was lowered down near his ear. Hot breath tickled against his face, and he could smell the heaviness of musk, sweat and smoke, "I want you to be writhing in pain when I finally fuck you until you cum..." Each word was ground out, and the Dalmatian did a double take, finally figuring out with anxiety what was to be planned.

He struggled against his bonds, tugging at them in futile as the weight left the bed. He could hear the footfalls travel across the room, something rustling around the bag that had been brought up with them. Taking a gulp of air down, the dog gripped tightly onto the ropes that bound him to the bed, his body tensing up in fear of the first smack. Seconds ticked by, and it soon dawned on the dog that there was never going to be any hitting until he was settled and vulnerable, unaware of when it was going to come. He drove him wild, and battling with the urge to flinch, to draw away from the inevitable, he forced himself to still. Breathing slowly and steadily, he sank into the bed, relaxed his backside and waited...

SMACK!

The dog grimaced and whined loudly, arching forwards as far as he could, his body quivering from the impact. His cheeks smarted with the slap of the paddle, brought down hard against them. Already he felt the singe as the redness crept to the surface, and he wriggled on the bed, trying to push away the pain so all that was left was the bliss of being subjected to his wants.

SHMACK!

He yelped, and shook violently against the bed; it was beginning to slide drastically near to the pain side of the fence. The man seemed to sense the change in tone, and ran his paw softly over the stinging ass, cooing soothingly,

"There, there puppy; just a couple more, and then sir will reward you, alright?" He patted the aching flesh gently, "I promise." The hand retreated, and the dog shuddered, knowing there was yet more pain coming. He kept his body as lax as possible, and bit down hard into the gag, breathing heavily as to dispel the pain.

SMACK!

He growled out a whimpered, tears wet across his face, the sparks of pleasure intertwining with the pain so dangerously close together. Spit oozed freely now from around his peeled lips, and he pushed himself into the bed with such force it sent a jolting stab through his crotch. He wanted to cum so badly, whining aloud without a care. The man's last hit would never come, and it was always this one that shoved him into oblivion. The worst of them all, delivered when he was never expecting it, more violent and vicious than any of those before it, and always to the most sensitive part.

SCHMACK!

The Dalmatian screamed, the air crushed in his lungs as he tried in desperation to form enough sound to demonstrate his pain. There was nowhere for it to go, however, so it ended up sitting in his ass, burning with a great intensity that punished his body, its tendrils of discomfort edging out and wrapping itself through his system. He sobbed silently into the gag, relief flooding over the pain as the paddling was over. He half expected the man to untie him and simply let him cum, maybe just forcing him to give him a blowjob whilst he jacked off. It had been a heavy night, so anything more now was probably an exertion to him, an inconvenience.

But then he felt the weight return, and the bed groaned as he got into position behind the dog. His knees were back to their rightful places, on each side of his hip, and he could almost sense the bearing height just radiating over his stinging cheeks. A deep groan of content came from behind the canine, and he yelped and then moaned in unison as a paw rubbed casually over the red, raging globes of furry flesh,

"So beautiful, puppy. I'm so proud of you," The voice whispered, and the dog shuddered and shook with every gentle caress against his sore behind; it was hypersensitive now to every slight touch, "Your ass is so receptive right now, just how I like you..."

The dog felt the man pull back, and he heard the rip of foil. He waited with baited breath as the man shuffled ever so slightly; gripping either side of the dog's much smaller body, beefy paws engulfing his sides as he felt the bulging head glide along his sensitive crack. He cringed, whimpering as the bulky male began to push forward, the canine's hole already loose and accustomed to being entered by such a large tool. His ass burned as the cock slid deeper, pushing aside his innards to make room for the intruding member, the canine forced to fold around the other man.

The dog moaned, emanating deep from his throat as he felt the larger male hilt himself into his massaging hole. The lashings and spanking had sent his skin tingling and prickling, making every slight touch and movement a thousand times more pleasurable, acute in his mind and sharpening the sensations. As the male began to pull back out, barely giving him any chance to readjust himself to having a dominant man claim his ass. The dog grunted, his body quaking in the throes or a suppressed orgasm, unable to let go but very much there, clinging to the edge. He wouldn't be allowed to cum until he said so, though - he remembered vividly the weeks they had spent training, subjected to the brutal discipline after having come unwittingly. He held his need back for his dear life, focusing on squeezing and grinding back against the man, keen to please him just enough to get him off.

A sharp, surprising slap crashed against his sore cheeks, and the dog yelped, panting heavily through the hole in his gag, eyes wide and startled in pain.

"Let sir help you out, puppy. No need to put yourself out."

Those were the worst words the dog wanted to hear right now; he was forced to wait, tormented by the slow, languish fucking that kept him shivering. He could feel the thickening girth, engorging his hole to a wide berth, feeling the long inches slam into him deeply, that fat head groping against his swollen prostate. It had been so long... days since he'd been allowed a release. It was much tamer than what he'd been subjected to, but it always felt like agony, no matter how long he went without climax.

The urge was bubbling up into his body, and despite all that he did, the dog could no longer fight off the instinct to let go. He garbled out wildly to the man on top of him, his hips shaking as though the force itself of his orgasm was tensing, ready to pop like a cork from a champagne bottle. The man chuckled, shoving in deep one last time and exploding into the condom, spanking his beaten ass repeatedly,

"Cum for me, slave," he growls, darkened lust seeping into his voice with unrestrained need, "Let's see how much puppy can pump out."

The Dalmatian grimaced, his hips bucking and jerking, writhing under the pain of repeated smacks against his backside. But he couldn't ignore his balls anymore, and so, terrifyingly confused between heaven and hell, he came. Hard. Thick, near-continuous streams of cum shot out onto the rough sheets of the bed, soaking them; almost eight, huge loads were drenched across the bedding, and the dog huffed breathlessly out of the gag, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull as his senses were overloaded. His body felt numb, weightless even. He barely registered the man quickly undoing the bindings on his limbs, releasing him from the sex prison and flopping into his own mess on the bed. There was something tugging behind his head, and carefully the gag was extracted from his mouth, dents bitten in where his teeth had been, and saliva coating the glossy surface. All were tossed aside, the dog was allowed to roll over onto his side, and for the first time after hours of torturous sex, he was finally allowed to look up at his lover. The naked, bulging rhino lay down beside the dog, wrapping his arms and legs around the smaller fur and protecting him in a cocoon of muscle. The dog pulled his head up, reaching up gingerly to meet his lips with those of the rhino, and they shared an intimate kiss, tentatively exploring one another's mouths. His horn bobbed a little, but was kept out of the way, dark greyed eyes looking down into oceanic blue irises.

"I love you, sir," the dog whispered, his voice croaky from all the screams of their antics. The rhino gave a solemn smile, stroking away a fallen lock of hair from the Dalmatian's head,

"I love you too, puppy. You're perfect..."