Night In
Another old and very short one. I remember having quite a bit of fun doing this story. It's M/M with bondage and some lightweight teasing, nothing too terrible.
Tonight he had been really enthusiastic about restraining me, wanting, as he said it, to 'test out the new bench.' Jack had certainly taken a deep passion in testing our kinky, shiny brand new piece of furniture. Not that I had been any less excited about trying it out. My body was more immobile than it had ever been, wrapped and tied down until I was a helpless, naked, almost pathetic looking little pet wolf.
I lay on my arms and knees in the loungeroom, straddled across our cushioned bondage bench.
My wrists and ankles were secured with the help of some rope and my faithful, not to mention rather handsome, black leather cuffs.
My thighs and upper arms and back were also strapped down to the bench with the assistance of four more deep black cuffs, combining with the others to immobilise all of my limbs. As if to add insult, Jack had decided it necessary to strap a leather belt over my back just to save me from that inch of movement that I might've otherwise been able to enjoy.
In my hands were the keys to my decorative collar... the red silk collar with that damned little silver bell on the end. Unfortunately my hands were encased in thick rubber mitts, forcing me to clasp the key in a fist and allowing almost no movement of my fingers.
A long, rubber tasting phallic black gag took up most of my maw, held in place by a thick leather mask wrapped that was around the back of my head. Just my nose and eyes were free from the mask's firm grip.
As for my tail... the tip of it was strapped to my collar, raising it up to make sure I had absolutely no protection for my exposed entrance.
Jack had just finished tantalising me by waving dinner in front of my nose, eating it all himself whilst sitting mere inches from me, before planting a cheeky kiss on top of my head. My stomach growled a complaint, and he chuckled. I watched his nude athletic form wander around me, and heard the shuffle of his body laying back on the couch. A groan muffled from my throat as he placed his feet on either cheek my backside, using me as a footrest. Worse, though, was the feather-tipped touch of our 'special' riding crop along my entrance, which tickled and teased me into a deep, uncontrollable lust.
"What should I watch, wolf? Oh, look, Big Brother. Want to watch that?"
It was very hard to concentrate on what he was saying with the endless rolling of the feather on my teased rim. Not that it mattered what I thought.
The television sprung to life in front of my amber eyes. Whilst still teasing my entrance, the cheetah began to tease me by deliberately surfing through the channels. I let out a soft, irritated growl. A sting slashed across my left cheek as the crop slapped my behind.
" No complaining, wolfy." Jack said firmly, just tapping my backside this time.
I felt the subtle, pleasing touch of his toe claws sliding up and down my backside. A little shuffling noise behind me, before the pleasing touch of his fingertips began to roll slowly over my sac, beginning the gentlest of massages. I knew how desperately aroused I was becoming, and I knew that it'd be used to tease me horribly. Right now, though, everything felt very warm and gladly secure. My throat whimpered happily.
" Good dog." Came the compliment, before his other paw stroked over my back. "Looks like there's nothing on for a little while." A click, and the screen in front of me switched off.
"Mmm, more entertaining than the television right now, aren't you?"
I mumbled in submissive agreement.
Quiet padded footsteps, and I saw the cheetah standing just in front of me. A domineering hand pressed onto the bridge of my closed muzzle.
"I'll take this muzzle off, now, pet." He whispered into my leaf-like ear. "I hear anything other than licking, suckling, and swallowing and you'll be lying there all weekend."
The male musk invaded my nose, just as he lazily sat his sheath in front of my face, paws sitting down on my shoulders. I felt the mask slowly being pulled away from my maw, finally leaving my mouth free after two hours of the phallic gag. I didn't dare speak.
"Make it slow." He commanded.
I was silent, still. His sheath, and half erect, barbed shaft almost touched my deep black nose. Luckily, I could move me head a little. I slipped my tongue over his sac, cupping it, before weighting each of his balls, slowly and with gentle pressure, knowing that he very much liked it.
"That's a good wolf." He purred to me.
With a sliding, moist roll I pushed my tongue up along his furry sheath. My tongue-tip slipped just inside his sheath as I reached the top, the taste of his shaft breaking into my senses. Happy, Jack rewarded me with a soft pat to my head, a little scritch to my ear, and a caress to my neck, encouraging me to keep pleasuring him.
I tasted the cheetah from the base of his shaft to his tip, the salty taste washing through my maw. Lips parted, I lifted my head as much as I could, beginning to slide my warm, breathing mouth over his awaiting shaft. The feel of his warm, near throbbing cock was far better than the gag I'd been suckling for hours. A paw pushed down on my head, forcing me to take him as deep as I could. I did, gladly. Rolling, heavy purrs filled the room, which only encouraged me to slide my head slowly, back and forth, always careful not to allow my sharp teeth to touch the warm, barbed shaft that it embraced.
Wrapping my tongue around his length, I stretched out my toes, feeling very aroused myself. In a way my lust helped me to pleasure Jack more, making my mind that much more eager for him.
The gradual bobbing of my head gave way to a faster movement. My ears listened out for any complaint, but all I could hear was his cute gasps and feline purrs. Having done this before, many times, meant I knew just what he liked. Sliding the tip of my tongue and wrapping it around the barbs. Giving short pauses and allowing my breath to slide over him. Twisting my head a little so that my maw engulfed his cock at just that little bit of a different angle. A louder, lusted roaring noise and I knew that he was coming close.
My tongue delved over his shaft.
A few seconds, and I felt the touch, taste and scent of his seed running over my maw. Like a good wolf I gulped it down, mouth clasped firmly over him as he relieved his lust into me. A few seconds more, and he slipped out of me.
I looked up at the cheetah and smiled. So did he. Kneeling, I found his face just in front of mine, his expression lit up with affection. Parting my lips, I allowed him to embrace me in a deep kiss, our tongues melding for a long, deep moment.
"Love you, Ferin." He whispered, tenderly, just before the gag was slipped back in my mouth.
His teasing mood quickly returned. "Doesn't mean you'll be anything but my toy till tomorrow, though, wolf."
I made a muffled noise, and heard him snigger.
" Oh, look, Cops is on." Jack said, delighted, before he began sliding the riding crop over my entrance and sac, prolonging my arousal for what I imagined would be a long, long time.
I groaned. He was always up till after midnight. It was only eight. At least four more hours of being gagged, hopelessly teased, and immobile in front of all his stupid shows.