Phil and James: "What are these?"
#7 of Phil and James
"Do we really have to do it like this?" asked James nervously, blinking under the black silk scarf currently being used to blind him. Phil tied the last restraint to the bedpost "We do if I don't want you to finish yourself off pre-maturely" he snickered, looking over his handwork. The kit was still in his wetsuit, as tented as ever, spread-eagle towards the bedposts with black leather cuffs. Phil smiled at a job well done, at risk of tenting again, despite the earth-shattering orgasm less than 10 minutes prior. He tried to put it out of his mind. This was James' moment. He wanted to make this special for his young love
The leopard reached into his night-stand drawer and grabbed a pill counter, filled especially for this visit. He emptied them out into his hand. There were tablets of zinc, ginseng, black cohosh, chasteberry, L-Arginine and yohimbe, as well as a few stronger pharmaceuticals. He set the prescription pills on the end-table and sat back down next to James. "Open wide, puppy." James blushed and opened his maw, expecting more kitty meat, but instead getting treated to a mouthful of pills. Phil clamped his maw shut tight. "Swallow."
James ear-drooped and gulped hard, gagging softly and coughing as his Sir released hi. "What... hkk... were those?"
"Just a few pills I used to take back when I still hit the bars. It'll make you..." he reached over and gently rubbed the pup's stretched tummy. "A little more excitable." He smiled and lowered his paw, to rub James' cock, which was pressed tight against his tummy. James shuddered and leg-twitched a little, feeling his small erection getting teased for the first time. "N... now what?".
Phil crouched next to the bed and pulled out another box. "Well..." he opened it up and grabbed what looked like a heating pad with waist and thigh straps, as well as a long-distance remote control. He placed it over the fox's rock-hard blulge and wrapped the straps around him, tightening them and causing James to grunt. "I turn this on..." He pressed a button on the remote, causing the pad to vibrate softly against the kit's cocklet. "Ahhh...." sighed James "that... feels funny."
Phil walked over to the dresser and turned on a camera, which was pointed at the bed and broadcasting to every TV in the house. "And then I leave to go prepare our gear... give those pills time to work." He stuffed the padded towards the door, his wetsuit squeaking softly with each step.
"I... ahh... I wanted you... mmmm... to do it..." moaned James between soft sounds of pleasure. "Oh... I'm not going to let you finish... not until you are begging, atleast." He winked at the bound cub--not that he could see it--and headed to the garage. "I think I'll prepare the gear to pass the time" he thought to himself.