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Study Break

Written by Kiruleus

Edited by Sunspots

Cool air blew across the saur's ear.

Dervish stiffened in his chair immediately as the chill spread down his spine, and then through his veins, hands gripping even tighter at the open book in his hands. Strong, black furred arms circled just below Dervish's neck, in a loose hug, and their owner nuzzled against the saur's clean jaw, beard against hide.

"G'day, mate," the voice near growled at his ear. The saur stiffened further.

Oh.

The suddenly nervous saur begged the question, "Roman? What are you -"

"Shhh..." his boyfriend of a wolf cut him off with a finger at his lips, which then trailed down below the saur's chin. Claw tips gently scratched at Dervish's chin, closer and closer to his throat. "Don't worry, mate. Don't worry your pretty little head."

Uh oh.

Further down Roman's fingers went, to double team the buttons of his shirt and undo them one by one, baring more and more of the saur's flesh. The big black wolf behind him worked in near silence, save a hungry growl and a single threat. "You've been working very hard. Maybe too hard. All that studying -" buttons were suddenly ripped open over the saur's stomach, and Roman pulled the shirt just wide enough for his hands to start slowly scratching all over his chest. "Must make you tense."

Oh fuck oh fuck he's -

The saur started to breathe faster still as the sharp points rasped all over his thick hide, lighting up his nerves even as his grip tightened on the book. He tried, unsuccessfully, to not look down at the tenting in his jeans. Already the shaft inside was straining like iron, if only because it knew the sort of things the wolf looming over his head could do to him - things like a few playful twists of the saur's nipples.

"Ah. Ah. Romy. I don't think you should be -"

"Shhhhhhh..." the wolf cut him off again, grabbing him gently by the maw. The other hand stroked tantalizingly over the saur's thick neck. "No talking, mate. No talking at all."

Strong wolf fingers squeezed upon his throat.

Fuck fuck fuck -

Dervish finally let go of the lifeline of a book, and his hands moved up to grab at Roman's arm instead - the one at his neck - though his grip seemed very weak about pulling it away. His own hands squeezed and tugged at the thick black furred arm, and barely got it to budge. Roman's other hand meanwhile was heading into the wolf's back pocket, where a toy was waiting - a toy Dervish was so intimately familiar with.

Roman rubbed the big red ballgag at the front of Dervish's mouth. With a quiet whimper, the saur opened up just enough for it to push in. Then they both let go - Roman of the saur's throat, and Dervish of Roman's arm - the better for the wolf to secure the straps tight behind the saur's head. Then, quick as a flash, Roman spun the chair around, so they were face to face.

Predator, and Prey.

Submission had already started to draw itself across the saur's features, clear in his eyes. In Roman's, there was just hunger - hunger and devilry, and all of it focusing on the newly gagged herbivore, through blue eyes gleaming with desire.

Dervish's eyes went lower still, out of nerves, and traced out the familiar contours of his lover's physique completely by accident. Fur like obsidian, a second layer of skin. The rock slab pecs. The cobblestone abs. Those big arms, made working in the forge, more capable than they appeared. Khaki-colored work pants had so many pockets, for any number of toys, and Dervish was sure they were hiding more mischief still...

Such as the collar that went up between them, held up reverently by the wolf's hands. Dervish watched its path with anticipation and fear, and his hands clenched at the chair's arms out of instinct. Padded leather went on snug and secure - the metal padlock, more secure than that. It clicked with a loud, dangerous finality. Dervish tried to take a deep swallow, and his adam's apple bobbed against his new collar.

Drool still managed to seep out at the corners of his mouth anyway. Roman attached a leash to the leather band, and used it to slowly pull the saur into standing, Dervish barely resisting if at all. Closer and closer, their lips came, until it was enough for the wolf to kiss him around the ballgag. The saur gave in to that just as submissively, and only moved so that he could finish undoing his shirt, and toss the fabric behind him.

The kiss broke. Bad thoughts still radiated off of the wolf's features as he stepped away. Then the leash carefully tugged at his collar, and that was Dervish's cue to start following. His right hand gripped back at the leash nervously as they walked, but he didn't resist its pull, not even as Roman led him to the dungeon door. His left hand just ... waited protectively in front of him.

"That wasn't so hard, raight, mate?" The wolf teased. "Just being ... quiet?"

Dervish's gagged maw did its best to beg, Please be gentle.

The wolf grinned right back at him.

He pushed open the dungeon behind him, and drew the saur closer towards his Doom.

But to the saurës great relief, the only thing waiting for him was a chair - a big, comfy, padded chair, under the dungeon's center light. A number of straps were built into the chair's arms, legs and center, open and ready for a captive, and there was a pair of other machines just to the side. Dervish recognized those, too - and relief brewed with anticipation once more.

"That's raight, mate. You're going to sit in that for a bit," Roman teased, sliding his free hand higher up the leash, till it was just below his throat. Again Dervish tried to swallow. Again, he failed.

"Taime to strip down now," Roman said playfully. The saur obeyed in an instant, trying to get them undone so fast his fingers fumbled all over the belt. The zipper rasped loudly as it was tugged down right after, and then it was just one shove more to push pants and underwear alike all the way down to the floor. His shaft stood straight out in front, like a solid piece of metal, eager for attention. Legs fussed each foot out of the cloth before kicking the last remnants aside, leaving Dervish completely naked before the wolf.

One big, naked, gagged beefsteak - and Dervish knew it. A line of drool fell from his jaws, and landed on his own broad chest. He scratched at it self consciously under Roman's intense gaze, and again felt the need to lower his own eyesight because of that. The black wolf took another step closer, and his free hand reached down, for the saur's thick tool. Dervish willed himself to hold still as Roman gave the sensitive organ several gentle strokes.

"You. In that chair," Roman growled at him. Dervish's hands clenched tight at his sides, but that did nothing but make him feel more submissive - submitting to the wolf's touch on his cock, and not doing anything about it. Like his gaze, Dervish's jaws lowered. More of his drool dripped out with it. The wolf continued, "You're going to enjoy it, mate. Ai know. Ai promise. My hard workah. Get in the chair."

Roman's hand gave a final hard squeeze on the saur's cock. Then he stepped out of the way, and decided to give Dervish a quick slap to the arse instead. The saur twitched upwards and moved much quicker then, towards the waiting device. Roman let go of the leash after a few steps, and good timing, too, for Dervish near jumped into the chair out of sheer arousal. Hands and legs automatically took up their appropriate positions. Then he just waited.

Dervish expressed confusion across his subby face. The leather bindings weren't moving. Roman's torso rumbled with a small predatory laugh as he closed in on the saur's right side.

"Not magic. Ai wanted to do it manually, today," he confessed. Wolf claws scratched along the saur's right arm, all the way down to his wrist, before he took both ends of the leather straps and cinched it tight. Still the saur didn't resist - tugging his arm to test it, that didn't count as resistance. "You don't maind, raight?"

Roman's hands went back up, and cinched a second strap over the saur's bicep. Dervish let it relax on purpose, the better for him to flex against it a moment later - muscle under hide straining to break free, and failing. The wolf's claws took a moment to scratch at the saur's stomach then. "Doesn't look laike you maind."

The saur, fully drooling past the gag by then, slowly shook his head. His cock was so hard by then, it outright ached. Pre formed at the tip, and slowly dripped down its length. He wanted to touch it so bad, but his fingers nailed themselves to the chair with what little will he had. The wolf noticed all of this - and so lips pulled back the corner of Roman's face, flashing dangerous rows of teeth.

"Raight."

Legs were next. Roman moved lower down his right side, carefully strapping in thigh first, then ankle. His claws scratched at them, too, all along his leg, exciting but never breaking the skin. Toes visibly curled as Roman moved to the other side, and started strapping in the left ankle, too. Then the wolf leaned in, just close enough to scrape his tongue over the saur's thick thigh, licking at the powerful quads for a good long minute. Roman ignored the shaft throbbing between Dervish's legs - but that was something Dervish just couldn't do anymore.

Need a touch need a touch just a touch -

With his last free limb, he tried to reach for it out of desperation. Roman quickly caught it midway in both hands. Again the predator's body rumbled with glee. "Ah ah ah. You were being so good. Don't mess it up now."

Oh fuck come on fucker don't come on please -

The saur whined low and soft, with every ounce of pleading he could fit into it. The wolf shoved the hand back into place. Straps covered his wrist. Straps locked it down tight. His left limb struggled more intently to get free, pulling and tugging, but Roman was patient. He waited for the bicep to relax, before cinching the strap just as tight as the first arm. Dervish whimpered again as the big bad wolf circled around behind the chair - barely able to look, barely able to feel his presence overhead.

The wolf's arms circled around his neck again - this time, to finish looping a strap across the saur's drool slicked pecs. A rough jerk pulled it almost too tight, and earned a small noise of indignation out of the great reptile. Fingers, rather than leaving his chest alone, settled more firmly upon a pair of fleshy buds again. They pinched hard, and twisted in all directions, playing a game with the vulnerable discs the more Dervish protested and pleaded past his gag.

"Shh. Shhhhh," the wolf cooed as fingers held one very long twist. The saur's voice rose almost to a scream, but Roman let go before he could get there. The rough game still left the saur panting in the chair. Both of them made a quick check down, and noticed that Dervish was just as hard as ever - and leaking all the more profusely from the throbbing member. There was a final loud Click as Roman attached the back of the saur's collar to the chair itself.

And that was that. He was helpless.

I'm screwed.

Completely, fully, and utterly helpless - strapped top to bottom in the insidious chair, only able to wait and pray that the terrible wolf was merciful with him. Blackness suddenly descended across the saur's eyes in the form of a blindfold.

The wolf's voice wriggled inside Dervish's ears again.

"Why couldn't you just be quiet, Dervy?"

Something was starting to cinch itself around the base of the saur's cock.

No Roman please not that Need it Need it right now No please Stop Don't put -

A warm, moist object pressed up between the saur's ass cheeks, aiming straight for his tailhole. Too late, too tight, he could barely move his hips at all, and not nearly enough to get away from the phallus as it steadily probed higher and higher at the ring of flesh - and lewdly spread it wide. The gag couldn't stop the groan coming out of Dervish's barrel chest, not then, and especially not as the dildo drilled up against his prostate and then some.

"Ai've gotta punish you now, Dervy," the terrible, no good, very bad wolf teased him again. "It's a thing. Ai told you to be quiet and you got noisy instead."

Cold metal slowly introduced itself on each of his abused nipples, biting down harder and harder by the second. If he knew their intent, he may have kept his silence - but the helpless green beast only groaned even louder.

"But Ai also told you, Dervy." Something warm slowly began to descend over the length of the saur's shaft, inch by terrible inch - and Dervish couldn't tell whether to enjoy or be terrified by it. It locked in place, all the way down at the base, a sheath attaching to the cock ring. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. Ai'll take good care of you."

A button clicked loud.

The ring around his shaft buzzed to life, sending vibrations all the way up to the tip of his glans. The saur's breath caught in a sudden gasp and his barrel chest strained hard at the leather holding it down. The ring pulsed rhythmically, and it wasn't long before the sheath joined in, pumping his shaft to the same beat. The dildo, too, joined in the assault, beginning a pattern of thrust and retreat, clear to smash his prostate with each attack.

Fuck yes fuck yes FUCK

" FRRGH!!"

Static flared through metal clamps. Vulnerable nipples, twisted and teased and clasped so tight, made the shock all the more powerful - a sensation somewhere between pleasure and pain, and Dervish was too aroused to tell the difference, not even when lightning struck again. Or a third time. Or a fourth. The helpless beast tried to thrash in his seat, shaking his head all over as he protested the electrical treatment. All that accomplished was dripping even more drool across his chest, left and right, getting it properly soaked.

The saur swore, to the best of his gagged ability, finding the last of his defiance in that state of helplessness. The next lightning bolt came even harder into his chest.

The predator's laughter rumbled in the dark.

Claw tips introduced themselves under the saur's chin, and scratched all the more threateningly. Then they traced downwards, further and further down, across his pecs and stomach, until they were so low they were grasping around a pair of heavy orbs and fondling away at them.

"Talking. Worrying. Struggling. You're not listening very well at all today, mate," the wolf licked his lips so loud, Dervish thought he could have heard them across the room. More buttons clicked. "Guess it's up to me to teach you."

The dildo rammed in harder, rammed in deeper.

The sheath vibrated angrily, sucked intensely.

Clamps bit down.

The saur bellowed for half a minute straight.

"How's that for a study break?"

EPILOGUE

An hour. Two hours. He couldn't tell. It was just a small infinity of ecstasy beyond limits, raw pleasure crammed into his nerves, far more than he could take. His chest was soaked. His body itself was lined in a thick film of sweat, and beads of it regularly rolled down his skin. The cockring hadn't stopped him from coming - only made it harder - and somehow he'd still gotten off more times to count in such a state.

All he knew was he was floating on a cloud, and the toys had all turned off and been removed. The straps were coming undone, one by one, and Dervish was practically afraid he'd fly away.

That damn wolf was still giggling.

"So," Roman started. Fingers carefully removed the gag from his aching jaws, and lovingly rubbed the life back into them. "How was all that? Good break? My hard workah."

The saur's struggle-weary body barely managed the strength to groan. He was lucky that his right arm, impossibly heavy, was able to lift up just high enough to push the blindfold above one eye - so he could glare the wolf down.

"You're fucking next," Dervish threatened, promised, swore.

Mischief beamed incorrigible as ever in Roman's smile.

"Wouldn't have it any othah way."