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They were downstairs, away from the cold and all of the problems that went on outside. It was a little sanctuary for the wolf and the rabbit. A kinky one, definitely, but it was still somewhere that both of them felt completely comfortable. A couple of cupboards sat in the corner, filled with an excessive number of toys, while a bondage bench and stocks sat on either side of the room. There were rivets in the walls, floor and ceiling, just in case someone needed to be chained up in one way or another. Jasper was in his jeans, chest bare, his slightly thin body showing itself off in the soft light of the lamps overhead. He always did love how his boyfriend looked. Usually it would be Jasper in the chains, but...

" Fuck." Mick grunted as the crop cracked across his fuzzy, black furred behind.

" You're not supposed to swear like that, hon."

" ... Yeah, I know."

The tip of the crop rubbed up against Mick's nose. " You'll learn to start thanking me, eventually."

" Guess I've made you do a couple of times." Mick admitted.

" A couple?"

" Yeah. Several times, maybe."

He felt a hand curl around the middle of his tail, working its way up to the tip, before it was tied up with a short length of rope and knotted to the back of his collar, leaving Mick's backside completely exposed. His lover's blue eyes were bright as he started to slowly rub one cheek with the crop, working gradually towards another strike with the thing. It stung, leaving a temporary stripe on his cheeks and forcing another grunt out of Mick's throat. He didn't swear this time, though. As much as he wanted to reach out and grab that crop, he couldn't - not when his arms were trapped snug just below his chest, comfortably sitting inside a latex straitjacket. Actually, it was more of a sleeve than a jacket, made to be as revealing as possible whilst restricting his arms completely. The inside of the gear was smooth and comfortable, made to be worn for hours. Or overnight, as Mick had done to the cute lapine a number of times.

" That's better."

The wolf eyed his partner.

" Who's a good wolf, huh? Huh?"

" Jasp - "

Fingertips delicately curled around his muzzle, keeping his mouth shut. " I'm not the one wearing a collar, dear. Try again."

" I..."

" Yes?" The bunny sat his hands on his thighs, leaning forward, leaf like tail twitching.

" ...sir..."

That smile on his pristine white face got much wider. Mick couldn't help but give a little smirk, himself.

Jasper was clearly enjoying himself. Mick was thankful for that. The white rabbit had always been on the receiving end of their bedroom play, but this morning he had surprised Mick by asking to reverse their roles for a little while. It had been a rough week, with the job and everything, not to mention Mick's hassles back at home. He had been more than happy to accept that offer. There might have been some show of resisting, as he wriggled around a bit inside the quite revealing latex straitjacket, but it was all for play. The wolf really wanted to be nowhere else right now.

Jasper didn't exactly make an intimidating dominant, considering the way he was starting to slide his nose under the canine's chin, fingertips petting his ears. That, and his slightly effeminate body didn't quite lend itself to overpowering another male. Still... there was something about the way that Mick was being toyed with, as if he were being charmed into submitting to Jasper. As the rabbit leaned up on his toes and started to nip and nibble at Mick's ears slightly painfully, crop sitting down between his legs, he started to wonder if he'd misjudged that. Fuzzy fingertips curled into the front ring of the thick, black collar and pulled him down into a kiss.

The kiss lasted a long while, the taste and feel of his tongue extremely familiar. By the time it was done, Jasper had a mischievous look in his eyes.

" I got something for you."

" Think I should be worried?" Mick asked, leaning up against the wall.

" Maaybe."

" So how long are we going for?" He tugged his tail against the collar.

" The whole weekend, give or take. That's not pushing it too far, is it?" Jasper asked.

" Not at all."

" We can go for a while longer, hon, if you wanted to? I know it's been a little bit of a long week. Maybe being my pet wolf for a week would help you out?"

" We'll see." Mick smiled, and nodded towards the bag that his lover was holding. " What's in there?"

" Couple of things."

A silk blindfold was wrapped around Mick's head, leaving him unable to see a single thing. That was followed by the feel of cool metal around his crotch and the gentle echo of a small padlock as he was locked up down there. As soon as it was on Mick began to feel how snug the thing was. A perfect fit. The wriggling inside his straitjacket was much more real this time as he let out a soft groan. Mick had never really been so much under another guy's control.

" The closest you're getting to being hard is taking care of me, handsome." The bunny laughed and pressed his hand up against the cage. " You like it?"

" Been taking my measurements in secret?" Mick smirked.

" Maybe."

The blindfold came off and Mick looked between his legs, finding the glint of steel covering his sheath, the pressure from inside of the thing _very_noticeable. In Jasper's hand was a leather muzzle. A new one, by the looks of it, made especially for him. Dipping his nose down, he let the lapine slip the gear onto him, the leather gently sliding over his fur until it was locked around the back of Mick's head. The straps were loose enough - just - that he could still talk.

" Not cheap?"

Jasper grinned. " No, it wasn't. Now be quiet."

A rubber gag pressed up against Mick's lips - a phallic one that looked more than enough to keep his mouth completely full. For a moment he kept his mouth closed, giving a small shake of his head and a wink, wanting to make the bunny work for it a little. The push on the gag became more insistent, as did the had gripping his backside, and eventually Mick relented. Opening up as much as he could, he felt the thing slide deep inside of his maw, lodged so that the tip sat well down along his tongue. The two leather straps were done up snug and the gag was locked securely in place, the taste settling onto Mick's tongue as he made a few muffled complaints. A couple of fingertips worked slightly inside the straps on the muzzle, making sure it fit just right and not so tight that it'd do any damage to him. Jasper had always been insistent on being safe with their play and the wolf never appreciated it so much as he did now.

" Mm, it's good practice, sucking on that."

Mick made a playful frown and made the best effort he could at a light hearted 'fuck off''.

" Good thing I gagged you. Anyway, I'm going to crop you til it gets painful, then I'm going to keep you bound in one way or another for pretty much the whole weekend. Sometimes I'll get a little rough. Not quite as much as you do to me, but still... Oh, and if I do let you talk, I want you ending everything with 'Master'." Fingertips petted gently around Mick's ears. " You're okay with that?"

He nodded.

" You're sure?" A caring tone came into Jasper's voice.

Mick nodded, a little more eager this time.

" That's a good wolf."

Jasper reached for a thick chain leash and clipped it to the front of Mick's collar, leading him to one of the rivets in the wall, where he started to slide the leash inside. It got tighter and tighter, pulling Mick over until his nose was up close to the bricks, body crouched over and backside exposed, the leash not quite low enough to let him kneel, nor high enough to allow the canine to stand up straight. Like this, his behind was perfectly exposed. It didn't take much though for Mick to guess what would happen next. As he was placed in more and more of a submissive position, it became harder for him to worry about the stuff that had gotten to him so much this morning. Instead, he worried about the cage between his legs, the jacket holding his arms in close, the rattle of the chain holding Mick's body up close to the wall. Those were things he was happy to worry about. A hand slipped between Mick's thighs and slowly pushed against them, spreading him out further and further until he had a soft, embarrassed heat sneaking up to his face.

The crop was in Jasper's hands, his face delighted as he lightly tapped the tip of it against his own palm. The wolf watched hesitantly over his shoulder.

It cracked against his behind with a sudden swing, forcing a growl out of his throat as the sting flowered over his skin. Almost immediately, Jasper struck again, bringing another humiliated growl out of the canine, tail tugging hard at the rope in an attempt to cover himself. He could just imagine what he looked like. A big, tough male being abused by the lithe looking bunny, unable to do a single thing about it. Feeling himself press up against the tip of his chastity made Mick give a soft grunt, the 'tough' side of him not wanting to give away just how much he was loving this whole situation. Curling the claws on his toes into the concrete floor, he tensed up his muscles and kept silent for the third strike, just shifting a bit as the crop bit into that soft part of his body.

For a little while the tip of the crop made little circles on his lower back, teasing him and making his anticipation for the next few strikes grow and grow. The red coloured tip pressed up against his sac, pushing his sheath closer into its prison. Another few seconds later and a couple of quick flicks of Jasper's arm came, this time bringing out a painful sting and a groan from Mick's throat.

A few rubs worked along Mick's lower back as his legs started to feel slightly strained from standing in a spot like this, the muzzle hot around his mouth, black nose a little bit wet. By now, he could still feel the sting even after the crop had been drawn back. He was sure that Jasper wasn't finished quite yet.

When the next few did come, he wrapped his mouth tight around the gag and shut his eyes, giving into the moans that he'd been wanting to let out since this whole thing had started. Again and again the crop came, slapping over his behind, lower back and thighs, making sure he would be feeling it for the rest of the night. When Jasper was done, Mick found himself struggling not to let out a whimper, his ears folded flat back against his skull as he stood on slightly unsteady feet.

" Enough, hon?" Jasper asked, although his putting the crop away made it seem like a rhetorical question.

It was enough, for the moment. He gave his lover a small nod.

" You've been really good, you know? Such a good boy."

The best he could do in response was huff a deep breath out of his nose.

The leash was unclipped from the rivet and gathered up in Jasper's hand. Delicately, he lead Mick towards the padded bench on the other side of the room. The rabbit placed him down on his back, wrapping his ankles in a pair of soft leather cuffs, which were then hoisted up from chains that dangled down from the ceiling. His body was strapped down twice across his chest and belly, both for the restraint and to be completely sure he wouldn't fall off the thing. During the whole thing Mick was strangely obedient, wanting nothing more than to surrender to that what rabbit that he'd fallen in love with all those months ago. Bound like this made his backside more than a little exposed and anyone would've thought he was very willing for it, which of course, he was.

Mick's eyes settled on the rabbit. Jasper collected some lubricant, resting a hand on the wolf's crotch as he made sure he was slick and ready to be taken. There was a smile on Mick's face as he looked into those sweet blue eyes.

The sound of a zipper being dragged down and the sight of a big grin were followed by the feel of Jasper's tip up against him. It wasn't so often that Mick would be on the bottom, but the evening had put him deeply in that mood. As much as he could, he wriggled in closer, pushing Jasper an inch inside of him and letting out a muffled moan as he was taken. Encouraged, Jasper grabbed Mick's hips hard and pushed himself all the way, digging his fingertips in as his eyes took on a dominant, lusted glow. The slight pains from the cropping and having Jasper inside of him made the pleasure from all of it better. Clenching around that length, he made a growl and showed as much of a fierce look as he could, even if he was bound up and helpless. Jasper responded with a smirk and the pinch of his fingertips hard into the wolf's waist, hips hips bucking and burying himself right up to the tip of Jasper's fuzzy white sheath.

It was all a blur, an overwhelming feeling as the pleasure, pain and helplessness all worked together.

Mich had never been fucked like this before. Again and again Jasper pounded into him, insistent on coming to a climax, each push of his body making the chains above rattle. One last show had his bunny buried deep inside, his seed spilling into Mick as he made a soft mutter over his muzzle. They looked at each other silently. Eventually, Jasper slid back and leaned himself forward to place a kiss on Mick's cheek.

" I really had fun with that."

He was tired, sore and his legs ached, but Mick still agreed. " ..Mmggh..."

The chains were undone, along with the rest of the bondage - save for the chastity - and he was allowed a while to go and shower. They ate together in the dining room, talking normally for a little while, the scene completely innocuous save for the fact that Mick was told he wouldn't be wearing anything for most of the weekend. Jasper was having a much better week. He was glad to hear about that. Things would be okay, he was sure.

" You're having that jacket back on, sweetie." Jasper said as he placed the dishes on the sink. " Go get it for me?"

" Sure."

" Mmm, and?"

Mick wrapped his arms tight around his white lapine, placing a few kisses on his neck and shoulder. " Yes, Master."

The lining of the straitjacket slid over his black fur, leaving his arms looking smooth, shiny and trapped. Mick found himself back in the collar, muzzle and gag once more, lying on the couch with Jasper draped over his body. While he wasn't a fan of the excessively dramatic reality show, he didn't really have a way of telling Jasper to switch to something else, beyond making a few mutters and growls when he decided on watching it. Those were met with a slightly rough grasp around Mick's balls and a warning that he'd be sleeping on the floor if he kept it up. After that, he decided he might be better off not complaining so much. Jasper was taking the playing around more and more seriously as he adjusted to the reverse in roles. He had to admit that the bunny was doing a pretty good job of it.

Time wore on and it became late, his eyes slipping shut a couple of times as the clock on the wall clicked past eleven.

Little rubs rolled behind Mick's ear, bringing him awake again.

" Sleepy?"

" Mm." He nodded.

" I'll chain you to the bed soon. And... things'll be fine, handsome. You've got me around, after all."

He smiled over his gag. Mick was sure they would be.