The Pleasure Cruise
WTFur commission for Wolfen24 (FA)
It was a day like any other for Wolfen, simple crewmember on the Awocia; it was a luxury ship, one that could have made any traveler dream, although the price of the cabins proposed were beyond the reach of the lowly commoners or the common fool, for that matter.
When he took that job, it wasn't that reason that motivated him. Sure, to be able to meet the highest people in society was an advantage he wouldn't have tossed away; however, there was a better reason, one that made more sense in his eyes.
He wanted to observe the machinery, to be able to understand how it functioned, so in the future he would be able to reproduce it, to create his own airship, one that would be unrivaled in the skies, which would bring all his potential rivals to their knees, provided that he gained enough resources to do so in the first place.
But as time passed, he realized that his dream of creating his own perfect airship was coming to a halt, as routine and boredom took over the job he once loved. Perhaps it was a normal process, but he wanted to believe otherwise, to cling to the hope that there could be a hidden potential, waiting for his intervention to awaken under his control.
``Wolfen, when you will be done with the mopping, don't forget to check the engine; there seem to be some issues with the steam converter module. If you can't fix it, just search for a mechanic; I'm sure they will be able to do something about that problem'' said a voice behind him, as he was looking at the sky, wondering what he was supposed to do next.
As much as he despised being bossed around in such a way, he knew that there was nothing he could do against it, until he would find a path to his own personal glory; but until then, he would bide his time, patiently waiting for his opportunity to craft his dreams, until they would come true.
He was lucky, though; although he was given a task, he knew that no one would check if he had done it or not, for he could always pass the baton to someone else. He could take the time to relax in the engine room, letting the sounds of the machinery relax him for a short, yet welcomed moment.
It didn't take long to reach the said room; if he had been a simple traveler, this would have been a nightmare, since there was security in all corners, inspecting people that had the brilliant idea of taking the wrong path. But for him and those that wore the uniform of the staff that served on the ship, the inspections were spared, for the people in charge knew the members of the staff well enough to let them pass without asking any questions.
The uniform fitted him well, however; entirely white, it contrasted with his black fur and his red hair, giving him certain elegance. Even his tail, bicolored in essence, was adding to the portrait, making him a memorable sight; it made him wonder if the people would remember the wolf that served them, although he knew that was expecting too much from people...
The engine room was calm; he knew that no one would come down here to disturb him while he was having some time for himself. If only he could lock the door leading to it, to assure himself that no one would have the brilliant idea to disturb him...
Looking around, he decided to gather a few cushions and boxes, to improvise a makeshift bed near the engine; he knew that there was a cabin near, but it would be calmer there, with less chance of being caught. Not that he had several offenses, but he didn't want his supervisors to find out about his habit; they could take offense and decide to follow him for a while, thus making his life difficult.
As he was preparing to lie down and sleep, he heard a few sounds in the distance; rising his head, he looked around, but found nothing that raised his suspicion. Perhaps it was the machinery acting up again, he thought, as he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
``Comfortable? You know, you aren't paid to sleep around'' said a strong voice, waking him up in surprise from his improvised nap. As he opened his eyes, he realized that his supervisor was watching him, his arms crossed, waiting for him to respond. His name was Richard; a high level officer, he was content with his position on the ship, although there were speculations that he desired a higher role.
He was a wolf, like him, but the resemblance stopped there; where Wolfen was sporting two colors, he was instead monochrome, showing of a dark, black color that was as deep as the night.
But to those that looked at him, it wasn't the color pattern that caught the eyes in the first sight; he had the habit of wearing custom made uniform pants, designed to turn the gaze of those that wandered around toward certain regions. It was a tempting sight, one that attracted more than one crewmember, in search of the fabled regions that it was concealing.
Fabled regions was a just title for what these pants covered, for rare were those that were able to cross the border that they created with the world. Rumors and tales were heard, but no one wanted to talk more about them, for they wanted to avoid spreading words near him, provided that they wanted to avoid catching his attention about this delicate subject...
``It's not my fault; the alarm sounded last night, which kept me awake for a long moment, and combined with the long hours, I need to...'' he tried to say, only to be silenced with a simple hand gesture. He knew it was futile to try to explain, but he needed to try, to defend his point...
``If I followed the protocols, you should be fired on the spot, for insubordination and lack of work ethic. But, I believe I will let it slide, for now; it would be a shame to let you depart , thus depriving the ship from such a fine, perky worker'' Richard told him, making him wonder what he had in mind. Why would he betray the established code, to let him free?
Relieved about it, Wolfen decided to walk away from the engine room, before he would change his mind and expel him from the staff. It was at this moment that he felt a hand grab his behind with a determined, quick gesture, gesture that made him yelp in surprise, although it was quite enjoyable.
``You think I didn't notice you in the showers, spying on the crew? Imagining them taking you in all sorts of ways, while you caressed yourself? '' he said, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him toward the room, making sure to block the path while he was doing so; he couldn't let him escape, although pursuing him in the corridors and catching him was a fascinating idea...
Wolfen was unaware that someone caught him in his delicate information gathering mission; wasn't his hiding place clever enough to stop any possible investigation? But it seemed that it wasn't enough to stop someone from discovering him... He didn't try to fight off his supervisor's move; although he wasn't sure what he had in mind, he knew that it was best to obey than to run away, for he could spread the word around. But again, if he would do such an action, it wouldn't be such a terrible act; just to imagine the crew surrounding him, giving him what he wanted...
But there was also the chance that the crew would just be disgusted and would exclude him from all the activities; voyeurism wasn't always an acceptable behavior and he knew it, but still, how could he resist the urge to watch the crewmembers undress and caress their bodies under the hot water, exploring themselves, unaware that he was projecting himself in the middle, giving himself to their desires...
As they entered the cabin, he was pushed on a bed near the wall before he could even say a word; the bed was soft and comfortable, but he had the impression that this would be quite secondary to what was happening under his sight...
He could also distinguish a few other pieces of furniture, all placed at random locations; it was surprising that someone managed to sneak this number of pieces inside the ship without any problem, but again, with enough connections and resources, one could always do anything they had in mind, for those in control would turn a blind eye to these minor infractions. There were more important elements to take care of, anyway...
``You don't need this uniform, you little slut'' said Richard, as he tore apart the uniform that he was wearing, revealing that he wasn't completely naked under it. He didn't want anybody to find out about that secret of his, but since he was already caught, there was no point in trying to hide it anymore, although he could always try; putting on a show was, as they say, always pleasant...
``Seems like you are full of surprises; first you peek at others, and then I found that you like to dress up a bit. My, you just want to be toyed with, don't you?'' he added, as he was looking at the tight clothes and leg warmers he was wearing. They were as colorful as they were tight and revealing, leaving little to the imagination of the one that tore his uniform up.
The fact that the fabrics were stretched in a distinctive specific area caught the attention of his superior in a matter of seconds; he wanted to hide it, to cover his shame, but before he had the chance to do it, his hands were batted away, exposing what they were trying to hide in the first place.
``It seems like you enjoy a little rough treatment; perhaps I could give you what you truly desire'' he told Wolfen, as he left him on the bed alone, while perusing a drawer, not letting out a word on the object of his quest.
Wolfen looked at him for a moment, wondering if he should take the opportunity to run away; his uniform was ruined, but he could always find another one. But that wouldn't satisfy him, fill the urges that were raging in him; he had an excellent idea of what was happening and yet, he had no clue of what his superior was looking for in that drawer. Until he would watch it, it would be a mystery, one that would both perplex him and excite him, for he knew that it would be used on him in a matter of moments...
``Ah, there is what we need'' Wolfen heard, as the noise of a slammed drawer was heard; with the enthusiasm he was hearing, he couldn't help but imagine numerous situations, that made his mind race. So many possibilities, plenty of ways to explore what was offered; if only he thought about that before, if only he created this situation sooner...
When he saw the ropes and other accessories, he became intrigued; it wasn't in his habit to use such items, but perhaps he could be shown the way of pleasure in another path, one that could reveal itself to be bountiful and magnificent.
``It's good to see that you're still here, waiting for more; it would have been... disappointing to watch you leave, but there is no point in forcing someone that has no interest in staying here'' Richard told him, as he placed some items on the ground, looking at him while he was performing the action in question.
Although it was reassuring to hear that he wouldn't have forced his ways upon him, it was soon forgotten; he wanted to have the impression that it was against his will, that he wouldn't be able to resist the urges he would soon face. He wanted to embrace the sensations that such a position could provide.
Perhaps there was an action he could do, a form of help he could contribute in the greater scheme of the world; trying to rise, he was pushed back on the bed with ease and gentleness, for there was no point in hurting him, yet. But the day was young and there was so much to explore, before they would be called to their shifts again...
Looking at him, Wolfen wondered what could happen next, while crossing his legs; he could feel the pulsations in his loins, his clothes tight around his body, uncomfortable for the moment. He opposed no resistance when he felt him grab his arms, bringing them closer to the edges of the bed; there was a plan in motion and he was determined on joining it.
He could feel the rope on his wrist, tight but not enough to hurt him; it was as solid as it was soft, so he wouldn't be able to run away while enjoying the touch of it on his body. It was strange, yet pleasant sensation, one that could continue forever without bothering him. He wondered a moment why his legs weren't tied down, but there was no point in questioning his ``captor'', as he would love to call him; it was all part of the greater plan.
To be tied down, defenceless, ready to be used, exposed to the devious plots would come to his mind; even though there was probably more than that to this, his mind was racing to the situation he was now in. There was so much he could enjoy, so much that could happen to him and yet, he knew that there was no purpose in building anticipation, for he had no control on what could happen, after all.
What to do with you?'' asked the wolf, as he passed his hands on him, caressing his chest for a moment before checking the ropes, making sure that they were tight.
There is so much that needs to be explored, tested and done, and yet, there so little time... but worry not, for there is always a way to gain more time'' he told him, as he looked around, searching for more items to liven up the scene.
Bending, he was able to find a few items that caught his attention; the space under the bed was a marvelous place to hide them, making any sort of quick inspection a waste of time, for no one would be able to find anything without looking beyond the appearances. But which one should he be using first, before giving him what he wanted? There were plenty of choices, plenty of possibilities; he needed to pick one, then progress...
Picking one at random, he decided he would start with that it; it would do nicely to warm hin up, until he would beg for more. Made of pure leather, it was a sight to behold; who could resist using such an impressive riding crop, made for pleasure and pain, the perfect mix?
As Wolfen looked at it, puzzled a bit by the potential it could carry, he felt it land on his chest, surprising him. It felt good to be hit in such a way, to feel the leather hit his hide; the blows were not strong enough to hurt him, but they were enough to make him whine for a moment, the pain being a wonderful stimulant for more to come.
As another hit landed on his chest, he gasped, wishing that it was harder; he wanted to feel it, to feel him dominate him. He had the impression that he was holding back, that this was not the best he could do; but maybe he was a bit too over enthusiastic, for there was more to come, after all.
Closing his eyes, he braced for the next impact, wishing it would last longer than the previous one. He didn't expect to be hit on his shaft; he felt the impact with more clearness, as he moaned louder, the leather stinging the flesh. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that he wanted to experience again; to feel the bite of the leather on his shaft, to feel his body shiver from the assault...
As if he read his mind, another hit landed on his member, making him whimper for a moment; he wanted to beg for more, to have the sensation last as long as he could handle it. He didn't care if it would induce fainting; it was too pleasurable to be denied.
``Such a good sub; it always pleasant to know that you want more, but there is much more that you need to feel, to explore...'' said Richard, as he placed the riding crop away, much to the disappointment of Wolfen. He wanted to feel the leather mark him, to feel the sting after each hit, but he realized that there was indeed more to feel when his head was raised for a moment, before a blindfold was placed in front of his eyes.
To be trapped in darkness, to be unable to see anything, while at the mercy of someone else; this was the state he wanted to be in, although he knew that in the end, the blindfold would be lifted and he would observe the world once more. But for the moment, just this moment, he wanted to pretend that it would last forever...
He could hear the steps, as the wolf approached him once more, determined on demonstrating more; perhaps he could place a guess on what was about to happen, but what would the fun in all this? There was no need for him to predict the future, for he wasn't the one that was about to build it, after all...
As he was still lost in his thoughts, he felt something rub against his entrance, poking it for a moment; could it be what he waited for, the flesh that he wanted to feel inside of him? Although it seemed harder than usual, he could be wrong; how he wanted to test his theory, to feel its length inside him, so he could feel if he was right.
A sudden move pushed it inside him; he could feel the ridges and the flares of the shaft that was inside him, but as he felt the base touch his behind, he knew that it was a toy. Nevertheless, to feel it deep in him, moved by him was enough, for the moment; for each moment he made, he could feel the toy being pushed deeper inside him, as if he was explored, prepared for a greater purpose than this one; however, he needed to feel it more, to sense each ridge and bump on it. Clenching, he could feel it, the toy that was buried deep within his flesh, the one that was driving him insane with pleasure; how he wanted to it be faster, to end this delicious torment, although it would be a shame that he would be finished by a simple toy...
Moaning in between each push, he suddenly felt his shaft being grabbed; although it wasn't a tight grip, it was enough to make him gasp, as he was quite sensitive. The movements were slow and steady, from the base to the tip, teasing him.
The stroking wasn't made for him to reach his climax, as he realized, but to make him beg for release, the sweet, sweet promise of pleasure that seemed so close and yet, so far from his grasp. If only he had been a good boy; perhaps then pleasure would have come sooner, as he felt the stroking accelerate for a moment, then stop again, denying him the pleasure he was seeking.
``So cute, especially when you struggle to receive more; I know what you want and there is no reason that... you will not receive it'' said Richard, as he moved closer to Wolfen, leaving the shaft alone for a moment, removing the toy from his temporary partner.
As he felt the dildo being removed from his depths, in a slow and methodical pace, caressing each inch of his insides, he whimpered, wishing that it would go on forever. However, as the dildo left him, he felt the wolf's member rub against his entrance for a moment, before plunging into him; with such a girth, how long would he be able to last?
To be one with him, to feel him deep within him; he hoped that it would go on for more than one round...