Bound - Second Installment
Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep some sense of time when you couldn't see, hear? It was near impossible, so I long since stopped trying as hard.
The most I could do was try and measure my sleep patterns, but when all I had to look forward to was sucking cock I had a lot of time for sleep, so I was sure I was getting more than eight hours a day. Unless I was eating or pissing or bathing, I was sleeping.
Taking a piss is something you take for granted as a guy. You stand over a toilet, aim... let go. Hell. You can even fuck the aiming and let it fly, as long as you didn't get any on yourself it was a job well done. I had a corner to go in, but the cage presented problems with that. The piss sprayed as it would hit the metal links. I had to lift my goddamn leg, try and point my cock as far down into a corner as I could. I didn't get baths often, so I had to ultimately lick myself clean. I was used to the taste. I've had worse.
This was one of those times where I just had to go, so I went over and did my thing. I was getting good at it. It was almost something to be fucking proud of, shame I couldn't tell anyone of my accomplishments. I some how don't think they would be as impressed about it as I was anyway. The cage dripped with urine. My doggish flexibility coming in handy and allowing me to lap it over. Trust me, if it went stale it was worse. It was best just to get it done and over with. The taste was usually washed out soon enough anyway. Semen was a lot more satisfying.
I blanked out. When the door opened I didn't even hear it, clonked out on the floor with my ass in the air. I was a slut when I dreamed too. My leash was promptly grabbed and I was yanked out, choking and heaving as it cut off my air. When you weigh a good two hundred and twenty pounds and your neck takes the brunt of it I guess that was bound to happen. I was unceremoniously chucked into a pool of water. It was cold and I could smell soap. Christ, that was something I haven't smelled in awhile. This was also the first time I had been treated to it. Something special must be happening tonight.
"Clean yourself. I'll be back in five minutes."
I knew the voice and because of that I obviously would not question it. The wolf padded out the door as I went about the order, taking a pleasure in rubbing my hands down in-between my sore ass. I could feel the seed caked on it, growing slick temporarily in the water before it was cleaned away. Felt good enough that if I hadn't the cage on my dick I could have stroked one out, but sadly...
I heard the same footsteps behind me followed by the sound of a heavy cloth falling behind me. Towel... It meant that it was time to get out. Time really was fucked up without a sense of self. That felt like seconds. I crawled out and made a showing to present my ass on all fours, reaching a hand behind me to rub it over my glossy back. I got a firm foot to my muscled ass, pushed me down hard against the floor and rubbed. I knew my gesture was appreciated.
"Dinner time boy. Your favorite."
I was pulled along, my Master had me on all fours plotting along beside him until... I felt carpet? That was also all too unfamiliar now, passing over various rugs that right now had more worth than I. Doors opening in front of me, other people.
"He really is quite stunning, nicely trained too. What a good boy."
It was a voice I didn't know. A few others murmuring comments in the background. Maybe my self respect wasn't completely gone. I instantly felt like shit and my cheeks burned. My master pulled me back to sit on my haunches and then I knew everyone could see the cage on my dick. I was being showcased. A hand patted my head.
"There's my dog."
I was all too comforted by my Masters voice, soft whimper in confusion. It was all too surreal for me, being around other people again... like this. I heard chairs scraping, pulling in... smelled food. It was a dining hall. I was actually going to be fed? My mouth watered. Not quite as much when I had a hard cock in front of my nose but still a considerable amount. I wasn't allowed to wait the strand of drool that ran out from the corner of my lips.
After my lupine owner was pleased I felt another tug, could feel him stepped past me and sitting down in what must have been his chair. I was kicked in the hip, shuffled under the table. I didn't care if I was going to be fed table scraps. It was food. Would you fucking complain if you had a diet of bread with a nice helping of your own fucking piss to live on? No, I didn't think so.
I felt my Master playing around with my hood, when I thought it would finally be removed I felt a tug and the sound of a clip being unfastened, but the mask stayed tight. Another clip later... I couldn't move? I felt the booted foot of my Master stomp down on my cock, the cage protecting it, but the message was clear. I got down and shuffled forward, head hanging there as it had been fastened to the bottom lip of the table.
I instantly knew what my meal was going to be when I heard plates being set down and the sound of my Masters zipper being popped open. I couldn't help but moan, a few snickers from around me filling into my ears, but I didn't care. My legs were kicked out and spread and my Masters feet pressed on them like a footrest while I felt his body slouching down. It was so close... I could just feel the heat radiating off of it. I tried to shove my head forward, couldn't. I was latched there, and I whined in frustration. I was oh so hungry.
"Dogs have to work for their food around here boy."
I stuck out my tongue, felt the soft skin of his flaccid dick under it. I placed my tongue under, shoveled it slowly into my mouth. I actually shivered, goose bumps on my arms. There was nothing at all comparable to the feeling of gratitude I got when I felt his hard cock slowly filling my mouth, when it got so hard that it no longer became something that I was playing with but something that then owned me by shoving down my throat, cutting off my air.
My master tucked his chair in, did just that. I heaved slightly as it passed my throat, lips closed around the base of his cock. I didn't dare let a drop of my saliva escape, swallowed it all, suckled like a greedy whore. I couldn't bob my head or do anything. I was there, as a part of the table with a cock in my mouth. It throbbed and leaked down my throat. I whined because I couldn't taste it, not because I couldn't breathe and was slowly dieing. I didn't care about that.
I felt it slowly being pulled out, took in a breath, took in a deep inhale of that raw musky odor radiating from the wolfs crotch, those sweaty nuts that I knew had been kept in his pants all day. I was pleased when he gave me the benefit of slowly thrusting his dick inside and out of my mouth, gave me the opportunity of pleasuring him with my tongue from different sides and amount of pressure every time he sunk in.
He didn't grunt or anything, just fucked my mouth like he was ment to be in slow, rhythmatic motions. I hadn't figured out why yet, but I realized by the sounds around me that it was probably because he was eating. His cock slipped free from my mouth with a wet plop, stiffly arching upwards from the top of my nose. I whimpered and lapped at it, tried to curl my tongue around it to fish it back inside where it belonged. Silverware clinked as it was placed down on top of the table above me and the firm hand of my owner came down, closed around his cock and my muzzle, holding the cock lengthwise against my snout as he slowly drew back.
It slipped over my nose. I breathed in heavily, winced as I got an errant drop of pre in it for my troubles. Without leaving my skin it slipped back in my mouth. I had to make up for lost time now. My cheeks hallowed and I redoubled my efforts, wetly slurping and no longer caring about the noises I made with the others around me. I heard the clip being unfastened. I didn't even realized how badly I had wanted it, the pressure I was keeping constantly on my neck to try and take the cock in fully on my own accord because when I was freed my mouth instantly sheathed his dick and there was no turning back from there.
I bobbed my mouth, suctioned lips hooking against his flared head every time to make sure I didn't loose my stroke. He came hard, felt my tongue just slightly denting where his seed impacted it and then ricochet down my throat. The next jets were considerably weaker and I had to work for him, drinking them down like the fine wine I knew the others around the table must have been having above me.
I was clipped to the table again and the cock for now lodged down my throat, pulsing wetly against my tongue in the post orgasmic bliss.
There was always time for dessert.