The Paws Party
Commission 3/6 for Dragonslover (FA)
Bland and boring; these were the words that described the afternoon that Silvermike had to go through. Each day seemed the same when he started thinking about it; the routine in his life was quite strong, making him wonder if there was a way for him to change the events that happened days after days. Perhaps if he would indulge in something flamboyant and extravagant, so he would be able to break that cycle in which he was trapped, but for now he was unable to see an exit to his situation.
But to do so, an idea would need to crawl in his mind and stay there until he would be able to grab it and make into a reality; it sounded easy in theory, but each time he thought about something, there was always an element that would pop up in his mind, to make sure that his train of thoughts would be derailed.
It was at this moment that he heard a few knocks on the door, as if someone was listening to his inner wishes. Perhaps someone was listening behind it, waiting for the good moment to intervene, although this seemed a bit too far-fetched to be true; it would invoke conspiracies and paranoia, but in these days, there was no place for these elements. He had to believe in luck and random occurrences.
Getting up from the couch, he reached the door and opened it, wondering who wanted to see him on this day. He expected a person or two to be there, perhaps delivering mail or a message, before going back to their own duty.
But as he looked around, he realized that he was wrong; instead of the boring service he was expecting, a group of his friends were standing in front of the entrance, waiting for him to answer the timid knocking on the door. One could have wondered why they didn't ring the doorbell, but it was a little personality quirk that was charming, since it was harmless at worse.
``Hey Silvermike, we heard about you feeling bummed out; we couldn't let you in this situation without intervening'' said one of them, as they entered his house, closing the door behind them. It was at this moment that he noticed that of them was carrying a camera; perhaps they wanted to go explore the city, or have some fun in the forest, although it was a bit far from here.
He was about to ask them what they wanted to do when one of them placed a hand on his maw, making sure that he wouldn't say anything while they surrounded him, grinning at him as he seemed confused by the turn of events.
``Don't worry about what is going to happen; you are going to love it'' he heard, as they started removing his clothing, making sure that he wouldn't try to run away or resist while they were preparing him for the fun to come.
Although he wanted to ask what was going on, he knew it was better to let them continue, for he had the impression that it would only get better with the passage of time. As his clothes were coming off, he could see the camera being brought closer, so it wouldn't miss anything of the upcoming show. Even though the lens seemed a bit dusty and scratched, it was still in perfect condition, able to perform its duty without any issues.
The lens was able to catch the sight of his nude body in all its glory, before someone moved in front of it, blocking the image for a moment, forcing the one filming to move closer to Silvermike, so nothing would be missed.
Closing in, it was following his gentle fall on the ground, as they pushed him, for had plans for him that could only be fulfilled by having him lying on the floor. The camera was pushed toward his rising member for a moment, as if they wanted to capture the essence of his arousal into the memory of the camera.
It was able to capture each moment of the rising flesh, as the member stood out proudly, for he was surrounded by his friends who were taking their time removing their clothes, making sure to prolong the pleasure.
``Well, aren't you comfortable, but it would be a shame to let you there, on the ground, without giving you a little something to appreciate the moment'' said one of them, as the camera was placed on the ground, close to his left side.
As it was placed on the ground, it was able to catch the first paw that landed softly on Silvermike's chest, claiming what it found for itself before caressing the flesh under it. He could feel the sole of the paw rub against his chest, pressing against it for a moment before turning away and going for his legs.
The paw escaped the sight of the lens for a moment, although it was able to catch the other paws that gathered on him to fill the absence of the first one. Since it was stationary, the camera was unable to follow that movement of the paws, but the gathering was an image that would be engraved in its memory, until it would be wiped for another use.
Grabbing the camera, one of them brought it closer to Silvermike's member, nearly rubbing it against it as it was placed near it, for the show to go on, the paws still caressing and exploring his chest.
He could feel them pressing against him with each breath he was taking; the sweet flesh rubbing against his own was a sweet torment that he wanted to endure forever. To be there, under the paws... it was a blissful state, one that wouldn't last forever, but would still engraved in his mind. He wanted to give himself to the paws, to feel their pressure all over his body, while the camera would watch it all, not missing a single glance of it; it would be pure ecstasy...
The sight of the shaft filling the lens, a sight that was soon changed when a paw passed on top of the member, pressing it against the stomach for a moment, before letting it rise again, so it be could caressed and explored.
He could feel his shaft ache for the touch of the paw, begin for more attention, but it left it alone for a moment, as if it's plead for attention was something that could be ignored. He could feel his body beg for more, the denial making crave any sorts of touch.
Determined on making it stop, he moved his hand near it, only to have a paw step on it, making his attempt futile, while another paw pressed his member against his stomach, giving him what he desired. However, as it didn't move, only pressing his member, he could feel his desire rise, without having the satisfaction of a potential release at hand; he was a toy between their paws, subject to anything they had in mind. If only they could give him a chance...
As the shaft rose back, another paw joined it, caressing a side of the member while the other focused on the other half. Silvermike looked at it for a moment, curious on who was stroking him; he was unable to tell, but he knew that these paws didn't belong to the same person. To caress him in such unison, without skipping a beat; he had to admire their talent...
Rubbing the camera with the tip of their partner's member, they returned to their exploration, stroking its length as they could feel the pulsation of his flesh as they passed their paws on it, while he moaned with each stroke. It was a beautiful show, one that the device didn't miss; it would have been a shame to let such a beautiful display disappear with time, fading away with the memories, when it could be preserved forever.
``Such a wondrous melody; I wonder for how long you will be able to keep it up. It would be a shame that you couldn't keep up'' said one of them, as he placed a paw near the maw of Silvermike, while camera was still filming the teasing his member was facing, each paws stroking in a different motion, changing speed and technique, for they wanted to make sure that he wouldn't get used to it. It would be a shame that he would tired and bored of it, although there was little chance of it, not when his body was begging for it in the first place; his desire for being dominated would compensate for all that could happen...
The taste and the smell were too much for him to resist, as he licked the paw placed near his maw; he had to savor, to feel a part of it inside him, while the others were dominating him, showing the place where he was supposed to be in the first place.
It was a position that he needed to embrace, to live for, for being dominated was a need that coursed through his mind, making his mind race each time he was presented with this possibility.
He could feel the pleasure rise in his body, his fantasies and his mind working with his friends to make of his lasting stamina. But, he wanted to last longer, to feel their paws explore his body; perhaps there was a way for him to repress the urges surging in him, to make the pleasure last.
As the thoughts appeared in his mind, he felt a slight pinch on his member, making him whimper; he could the pleasure decrease just enough to last another round. Perhaps this was the way to go, after all, as he felt the paws move on his body once more...