One of These Days
Six years ago, on Tapestries, I used to tease and joke around with a straight guy named RaskHusky, and he used to tease me as well. So, I kind of got inspired and wrote a short little story about him dreaming about what might happen when I teased him just a little too far from my perspective.
He still had the story, after all these years, so I decided to bring it over here! I hope you enjoy it!
"You know, one of these days, I'm going to snap under all your teasing," he chided me with a grin.
Even as I heard his warning, breathed deep and heavy into my ear, I paid it no heed. Besides, what feline actually gets told not to do something and actually listens? With a playful grin, I pressed forward anyway, my fingers playing up the front of those pajama bottoms I've felt in far less sensual ways. I could feel the flesh under them, a half-hard dog cock getting carressed by the smooth, fluffy fabric of its would-be protection. "Teasing like this, you mean?" I could tell, in that instant, what all that cheerful and playful 'puppy' demeanor was hiding. Rask was on me in a flash, my back soon colliding with the wall of the gym. Those muscles weren't just for visual gratification; they had a use, and the testosterone that helped birth them was pumping heavy through my friend's veins. I could see it in his eyes, that primal need I'd awoken in him, this moment building for years behind all our thinly veiled taunting and prodding at each other. "Griever," he intoned, "I warned you." His voice was steady, firm. No longer did it sound like the playful teasing I'd heard just moments before, this was more adult, more serious and definitely considering a goal in mind that I was powerless to stop.
His hands collected my wrists and then one alone held them above my head, exposing my torso and leaving my feet dangling a few inches off the ground. But they did not dangle there long before he pressed his hips in and wrapped my legs up over his shoulders. It was then that I realized that my dick was hard as well, when it jabbed so firmly into my own stomach. This was no rape. This was a complete and utter loss of control on both sides of the matter. I found my legs tightening on his shoulders, a low gasp of gratitude as his muscles flexed and tore every defense I had from my lower body. Soon, I was as nude as he, Rask's pajama pants dropping to join the tatters of my own. When I saw this, I shifted my eyes up at his gaze and met the intense stare he'd been giving me this whole while. Had he been considering this moment almost as long as I had? I wasn't given much time to consider this before he shoved his muzzle forward and seized complete control of my own. My lips were powerless to resist as they worked to welcome him and his tongue, sucking on the smooth canine muscle, teeth gently grazing along it. I rocked my hips down onto his massive erection, now looking even more impressive than I remembered it from the time he flashed me.
Slowly, my hunger built as his did, though in a complete counterpoint. Where he strived to grind me with his muscles, I offered myself willingly to rub against his body, worship every bit of him with tail, hips and thighs. When he attacked my tongue with his, I carressed the pink muscle with such skill I wouldn't dream of using on anyone other than Rask. And through the whole of husky muscle against leopard definition, canine tongue against feline one, I grinded onto the base of his cock, coaxing, silently begging for him to move into completion, to claim me at last. After so many nights of jerking off to this very scene playing out in my mind, there's nothing more I wanted. With how he responded to my cajoling, I would wonder if he did the same. Soon enough, the tip of his canine prick was pressed to my pucker, letting his thin, slippery pre coat into my hole and up into my passage, lubing me for that titanic girth and length he intended to slip into me.
With a noiseless gasp, my jaw dropped as he started to force the behemoth erection into my body, my fantasies ending here and now. This was tremendously more painful than I dreamed it would be, and closer to euphoria than it ever could be considered pleasure. I couldn't believe it as my hips started pressing down against his rising shaft, feeding more of his numerous inches into my depths as my insides felt like they were bursting at the seams. It wasn't long before I had to gasp out, "Stop, please," not even half his cock into me as I felt the need to rest. But as he warned me, I could not get away with teasing and giving nothing back. There would be no rest until he hilted into me, pressing up further into my body, which had no choice but to yield to his advances. I quivered at the stretching pain, little whimpers of delight leaving my throat as it tickled every fiber of my masochistic being.
Soon enough, I was resting on the knot that was already starting to swell, threatening to stretch me beyond what I could handle. Fortunately, there was no forcing me onto it, the corners of Rask's lips turned up in a grinning snarl as he let me get the much needed rest I deserved for taking so much of him inside. But it was momentary, and he was soon pulling me off his shaft halfway, only to ram it into me once more with a scream of bliss and torture leaving my throat. I could do nothing but submit to his passions, and eagerly at that. I soon started rocking my hips against his own motions, the very bit of his knot teasing into my hole each time he hilted with the assistance of my rocking. And my passion only increased as he started biting my neck in a show of dominance, soon barrelling my body up and down his shaft at the same pace in which he would claim it.
It was then that his plan took full effect, and I wonder how much I subconsciously knew this is what it was building up to. When I was so worked up and filled with lust and adrenaline, I couldn't stop myself as he thrust up against me. I slammed myself down with more force than I would normally employ, and his knot slipped into me and swelled to lock my ass to his cock. Needless to say, I felt like someone was inflating a blimp in my passage, my claws digging into my own palms, eyes watering from the sensations. And through it all, I could feel myself climaxing, my passage spasming around his length each time my erection gave up more of my load. And that was all it took to send him into a frenzy himself, thrusting his trapped cock rapidly into my passage, losing all control as he released the hefty contents of his balls up into me, mixing with the fluid of his pre as not a drop could escape from around his girth. And, at that moment, his jaws loosened and pressed to my lips, kissing me deeper than I thought I'd ever feel from him, our half-lidded eyes meeting and conveying more than just lust...
This is the moment that Rask shoots up in bed, his muscled body coated in sweat and his eyes wide at the sudden awakening. His teeth clench as he silently admonishes himself, wondering where the hell such a dream like that would come from. It occasionally slips into his subconscious, makes the husky jolt awake each time in this fashion...There was no need for such a dream, though. Even so, it made him think about the leopard, eye the erection he sports even now in this moment...And then roll over, feeling more teased in a way the leopard could not even imagine.