A Lovely Evening

Story by Runakei on SoFurry

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"Honey, I'm home!" Mike called out as he walked through the front door. Perking his ears up, he heard no trace of his mate. "Perfect" he said to himself as he kicked his shoes off and dashed to the bedroom. Hiding a bag under the bed, the wolf threw off his work-clothes and got ready for a shower. Visions of tonight's stay-at-home date with his foxy-lover ran through his mind as he scrubbed his thick, grey fur clean, and the thought of his planned bedroom activities made him shiver with anticipation.

Switching the shower head to its "massage" mode, the wolf turned and let the hot water beat down on his back. He could feel the tip of penis poke free from its sheath and venture out into the steamy air. "What the hell, I have time," he said to himself as he lightly pinched it between his fingers and pushed his sheath back. Stroking himself to his full six inches the wolf pictured Katie, his mate, as he pawed himself off. The thought of his vixen's slender body and the pressure of the water hitting just the right spot on his back egged him on as his large, rough fingers clumsily travelled his length and it wasn't long before he was bracing himself against a wall; throwing his head back and moaning loudly as a few strands of cum sprayed forth, mixing with the water as it ran down the drain.

Clean, his needs sated (for now) and dressed in some of his finest clothes, Mike set about tidying up the apartment. Once he felt it was presentable he got to work on preparing dinner; baked chicken (Katie's clichéd favorite) with steamed vegetables. He had barely set the table and lit a few candles when he heard the front door open. Wagging his tail like a puppy, Mike hurried over to greet the vixen. Standing in the hallway, the wolf took a few moments to admire the woman that was taking her shoes off before him. He loved everything about his mate as he watched her. From the way her business suit flatteringly hugged her body, the way she flipped a few stray locks of her shoulder-length brown hair out of her face and adjusted her glasses, the way she was giving him an annoyed look while he blocked the hallway and stared at her...

Shaking himself out of his love-induced stupor, Mike turned and pressed himself against the wall so Katie could step pass him; leaning down a bit so she could reach up and kiss him on the way by. Even though she wasn't short (standing at a good five feet, seven inches tall) the top of her head only came up to his chin. Following her into the apartment proper, the wolf nearly bumped into her as she stood there, surveying his work. Setting her briefcase down the fox turned around to face him, her arms crossed and a suspicious look on her face.

"Chicken for dinner, nice clothes, candles, you freshly showered... what're you after?" Katie asked him while raising her eyebrow. "You going out of your way like this means you either want something from me or you did something, and since I haven't been showered with praise yet I'm guessing it's the latter. So what did you do?"

Pretending to be offended by her accusation, Mike lowered his ears and pushed out his bottom lip in a pouting fashion.

"That hurts babe, you don't think I'd do all of this for you because I love you?"

"No."

The wolf sighed; from the way Katie was looking at him she clearly didn't know what day it was.

"Today's my birthday..." he began, and the vixen's eyes widened in surprise while her tone changed immediately from being accusatory to one that was apologetic.

"What!?! Already? Shit! I'm sorry hun, I completely forgot! I've just been so busy at the office these past few weeks and-"

Mike quieted his mate with a finger gently pressed to her lips. Leading her to the table he sat her down before heading to the kitchen to bring out the food and some wine. Dinner was a pleasant affair, with conversation mostly being Katie telling Mike about her day in between her frequent apologies and promises to make it up to him. In Mike's opinion, the meal couldn't get over with quickly enough. When it finally did end, he waited for Katie to start bringing the dishes into the kitchen before he sprang up and dashed off to the bedroom. Undressing (and nearly tearing the clothing in his excitement), he fished out the bag and set it on the corner of the bed nearest to the door and laid himself in the middle of the queen sized mattress. Moving pillows around to prop his head up, the wolf placed his hands behind his head and relaxed; waiting for his vixen to finish cleaning up dinner. For what felt like several hours...

At last Katie walked into the bedroom, where her eyebrows raised as she saw her mate lying naked on their bed. Spying the bag laying in front of her, she picked it up and looked inside; her eyes widening and ears lowering in an embarrassed-surprise. The vixen looked back up at the wolf, who was staring back at her with a huge, mischievous grin on his face. Emptying the contents onto the bed, she glanced down at them. Before her on the bed was a shiny black-leather riding crop, a pair of handcuffs and a collar made out of the same kind of leather as the riding crop. Picking up the collar to inspect if further she found a small tag upon which read the name "Bitch." A few moments passed as the vixen stared at the collar before her gaze rose back to Mike, whose grin had only gotten wider.

"Really?" She asked with an annoyed tone in her voice. "You really went and bought these?"

"They're my gift to me from you, since I knew you wouldn't remember my birthday. I figured tonight you can make it up to me."

Katie sighed as she started to undress herself, blushing as her mate whistled at her. Throwing the collar at Mike, she grabbed the handcuffs and climbed up onto the bed. After the wolf put his new collar on he reached his hands up behind him, where Katie cuffed them around the railing of the bed frame. With his arms now bound out of the way, the wolf twitched his tail in excitement as he waited for his mate's next move. Setting her glasses onto a nightstand at the head of the bed, the fox moved down to Mike's legs.

"Spread them." She commanded.

Happy to comply, the wolf opened his legs wide; allowing the vixen to place herself between them. Grabbing the riding crop, she placed it on her captive's belly to keep it out of her way. Rubbing the wolf's heavy ball-sack and thigh, she leaned down so her muzzle was just inches away from Mike's sheath. Giving it a kiss, she sat back up and balled her hand up into a fist. Looking over at her mate's face, the vixen's green eyes met with his blue ones and he nodded; taking a deep breath in the process. Katie raised her fist up over his balls and slammed it down. Mike choked back the yelp that tried to escape his throat as the punch crushed his testicles.

Rubbing the male's thigh with her free paw, the vixen began to lightly but rapidly strike the wolf's orbs with her fist. Mike's body squirmed under her blows, and he suppressed a groan as his cock began to harden for the second time that night. Giving his balls a break, Katie focused her attention on her mate's slowly rising erection. Leaning forward again she gave it a few small licks and the wolf shuddered. Smiling, she wrapped her fingers around it and began to slowly stroke him off. With her soft fingers caressing his length, Mike couldn't hold back the soft moan that left his lips. When he was fully erect the fox picked the riding crop up and sat up straight.

"Beg me for it."

Mike's ears folded back and it was his turn to blush as he spoke.

"Please," he said sheepishly. He flinched as the tip of the riding crop slapped down on his left thigh.

"Better than that."

"Please whip me..." Mike's voice trailed off as his face blushed brighter.

"What was that?" Katie asked harshly as she brought the riding crop down on his thigh again. Mike closed his eyes and, feeling partially ashamed of himself, shouted.

"Please Mistress! Please whip your naughty Bitch's balls!"

"That's more like it." The vixen said as she held his penis up out of the way and brought the crop down again a third time, snapping the tip of it against the wolf's left ball. Lifting the crop back up, she whipped it down onto his right one, earning a yelp. Katie worked herself into a pattern of arm-raising and ball-whipping, making sure to strike each nut in turn while the wolf's yelps and cries of pain began to rise in pitch. Starting to lose count, she put the riding crop down after she figured each testicle had been whipped at least fifteen times. Giving the whimpering wolf's softening cock a few strokes to stiffen it back up, the fox started gently rubbing her mate's sore puppy-makers. Mike groaned, his pain being soothed by the vixen's touch.

She climbed up on top of the wolf, straddling him as she sat down on his chest. Katie turned herself around to face his aching groin and leaned down. Pressing her soft ass into the captive male's face; the vixen cupped her hands around Mike's balls while she gave his tip a few gentle licks. When he tried to return the favor he was rewarded with a tight squeeze, making him writhe in pain underneath her.

"You can look, but you can't touch." he heard her say. Withdrawing his tongue, the wolf leaned his head back. Satisfied with her mate's obedience, the fox released her grip on his balls and resumed her licking. Her long, flat tongue lapped at his cock; bathing it in saliva as she started picking up her pace. Mike shivered, groaning as her breath caressed his damp rod between tongue-lashings and from the feeling of her fingers massaging his tender orbs. Figuring she had given him enough of a warm up, Katie sank her head down around his member; taking care to keep her teeth out of the way as the stiff, pink flesh slowly slipped passed her lips.

Mike closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her poorly-hidden lust and basking in the heat emanating from her snatch as it pressed further into his face. She lightly wriggled her hips against him to tease both him and herself as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. Wrapping her tongue around his shaft, she began to start sucking every time her lips kissed its base. The vixen moaned teasingly as she worked; grinning around his cock as she lapped up small globs of his pre. She didn't have time to enjoy his taste though, she learned, as the wolf's dick twitched in her mouth and he started trying to buck his hips.

Katie pulled her head up, letting Mike's twitching member pull free from her mouth with a small *pop*. The vixen eagerly wagged her tail (buffeting the wolf's face in the process) as she took her right hand off of his nuts and balled it up into a fist. Using the left one to grab his fuzzy scrotum around the base, she raised her fist up into the air. Positioning it directly above her targets, she began to pummel the wolf's trapped balls. Her arm pumping up and down, she was treated to a (in her opinion) delightful chorus of muffled cries and yelps as her fist repeatedly slammed into the soft spot of the thrashing wolf beneath her.

This new torture only ended when his cock had gone completely limp. Releasing his battered malehood, Katie climbed off of her captive and sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking a moment to stretch, she rubbed at her increasingly-sensitive pussy lips while admiring her handiwork. Mike laid there; chest heaving as he took deep, choking breaths between his loud, soprano-sounding groans of agony. Tears had left slightly-matted damp patches under his reddening eyes and his ears were held completely flat against his head. His whole body trembled and his legs (most-likely a reflex, Katie guessed) closed in a futile attempt to shield his swollen testicles.

"Do you need a minute or are you ready to finish this up?" she asked mockingly.

"Oh fuck... my balls!" was all he could manage to squeak out in response.

Sighing, partially out of frustration and partially out of pity, the vixen stopped playing with herself and scooted over to his lap. She lightly ran a claw along his hip a few times before finally looking him straight in the eye and commanding him again.

"Spread them."

Mike had to force his legs back open and he visibly flinched when her fingertip traced his inner-thigh. Her hands gently rubbed his thighs down; soothing his trembling and calming his breathing. When she was certain that her mate would be alright the fox moved her hand up to carefully play with his aching nuts. The wolf merely spread his legs further apart and let the vixen have her way with them. After only a few minutes Mike could feel his penis start to ever-so-slowly lift back up into the air and he groaned again; this time from the pleasing feelings reminding his body that he had previously been forced down from the edge of an orgasm. Using her free hand to stroke his cock, Katie shifted her position one final time so that she was lying down in front of the wolf's crotch, her b-cup sized breasts resting against him.

Using her hands to grab her breasts, she lightly pressed them against each other with Mike's shaft placed snugly in between them. Mike shuddered slightly, relishing the feeling of the soft fur covering his mate's chest. He moaned as she began to lift her boobs, moving them up and down his six inches. The wolf couldn't help but gently buck his hips as the vixen picked up her pace for him. He could feel her breath tickle the tender flesh of his needy-cock with each pump and he growled softly as he felt the pain still leeching over from his balls begin to take a back seat to the blanket of pleasure that was beginning to encompass his mind.

For the third time that night Mike could feel a familiar tightness in his balls as Katie rapidly brought him closer to his climax. The vixen gave him a seductive wink as she pulled her breasts back and sucked his dick back into her mouth. Closing his eyes, the wolf growled louder as she deep-throated him; and he could feel that he was about to blow. Bucking his hips a little faster, Mike started panting; not noticing his lover's fingers wrap around his sack again. Finally feeling over the edge, he threw his head back and cried out loudly as his seed began to surge forth. His cry of pleasure became a nearly strangled-sounding mash up of ecstasy and agony as the fox clamped her hand shut; gripping the wolf's swollen orbs in a knuckle-whitening hold. She greedily gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of her mate's seed as she milked his balls. When she could feel his cock's spasms start to die down in her mouth, she let go of his nuts and allowed his softening penis to slip free from her mouth; blushing slightly as one last small strand of cum spurted forth and landed on her breast.

Mike lay back, moaning while his temporarily-overloaded senses began to work right again. Katie, smiling up at him, picked herself up and balled her hand into a fist again. Pulling her arm back, she snapped it forwards; punching the wolf's balls as hard as she could one last time. She could feel his bruised plums flatten a bit between her hand and his pelvis and she had to stifle a giggle as his body lurched backwards and a startled grunt of pain escaped his throat. When Katie finally unlocked the handcuffs the first thing Mike did was snap his arms down; cupping his swollen, throbbing balls in his hands as he curled himself into the fetal position. The vixen snuggled up next to him, curling herself around him. The two of them lay there for a while, quiet except for the faint groans of pain still issuing forth from the wolf's mouth. Mike eventually started drifting off to sleep, aided by his mate rubbing his belly. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was her whispering.

"Get some rest babe... you're going to need it for round two."