Phil and James: Close Call
#8 of Phil and James
James
James murred and tail-wagged, his cock throbbing against his tummy, his slender chest rising and falling. "Oh god..." he whispered softly as the pad hammered against his virgin maleness. Despite being no-where near orgasm, the new sensations felt fantastic. "I wonder if I made Uncle Phil feel this... hey..." before he could finish that thought, the vibrations died. James sighed slightly, wondering if it was already over.
He wiggled around, playfully testing his bindings when the vibrations returned, somewhat more powerful than before, eliciting another soft gasp from the innocent kit, who stretched his legs and began to pant. "Ooohh... that's... what?!" The humming stopped once more, leaving James twitching but far from the relief his body desired.
Before he could catch his breath, the the teasing pleasure returned, as hard as the previous two rounds combined, causing James to slam his head against the pillow, and squeal softly, panting and hyperventilating as his cock twitched hard and fast. Were he any older, his tummy would be matted and sticky with precum, but that didn't stop his sex organs from trying to spill the seed that he was too young to produce as the pills took hold of him, causing his cock to swell and harden. "Oh crap... oh god... ooohhh my.... ahhhh..." he yipped, unable to form a single thought as all he could feel was the need to orgasm. He feared Uncle Phil was right, and he'd be begging in no time.
Phil
Phil smiled and pressed the power button once more, causing the kit on screen to whine and pull at his bonds in frustration. The leopard smirked and turned on the compressor, which began to fill their tanks for tomorrow's dive. He lit up a cigarette and locked the large garage door, before sitting down on the sofa opposite the TV, putting his feet up on the table and taking a long, satisfied drag.
He dialed the remote to 3, down from the 5-out-of-10 setting that was torturing his kit moments before, and pressed "power", purring softly as the boy's breathing increased. He rubbed his chest and tummy as he watched James suffer benignly, before sliding his paw down to his crotch zipper.
*RING RING RING RING* He jerked, startled as the cordless phone before him began to ring. He sighed and muted the TV before grabbing the phone and putting it up to his ear.
"This is Phil, could you hang on a second?" He set the phone down and dialed the vibrator down to minimum. He smiled and unzipped his crotch as he watched his boy thrash in frustration. "Hello?"
"Hey Phil, it's Fred. Sorry I missed you Last night. I was in a late meeting and I barely made my flight." Phil smirked. He'd have had some explaining to do if Fred had missed his flight and walked in to see his diapered son getting felt up by his best friend, not to mention the showering or bondage. "No problem man. How are things there?"
Phil began to softly stroke his sheath, watching the tied boy on the monitor in front of him. "Ok, I guess. Looks like we might be staying a little longer than anticipated. Is that alright?". Phi could barely contain his excitement as he heard this, his pawing intensifying as he thought of all the things he could do to occupy the extra days "Mmmm... y... yeah... no problem, man. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks man. So how's James, can I talk to him?". The leopard leg-twitched and stifled a grunt as he lubed his length up with his own precum. "He... he's good... but we were just playing a game when you called... so he's a little tied up at the moment." He began to pant softly as he pleasured himself, his cock twitching softly in his paw as he watched the needy pup struggle. "Ca... can I give him a message for you?"
He leaned forward and turned up the vibrations to 7, watching James lift his hips into the air in response. "Just tell him that we love him, and we will see him when we get back." Phil couldn't hold back much more, the pup's humping pushing him over the edge. "S... sure thing... I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone, not caring how suspicious that seemed as he leaned forward, pointing his cock at the table and mewling as he ejaculated hard, spraying the surface with his seed. He fell to his knees and growled softly "Fffffuck..." and tried to catch his breath. He un-muted the TV, quickly filling the garage with loud moaning and panting "Sir... sir... I think I'm gunna..."
"Shit!" he yelled as he reached for the controller and mashed the power button, just in time to leave the kit, whimpering and whining softly, denied his orgasm once again.