Dominance
A short story of Bowser being the submissive in a bdsm setting. Originally posted to Furaffinity but with So Furry back up I can start posting here as well!
The light from the torches shined the red-carpeted hallway perfectly as a shadowy figure proceeded down the corridor. It was just a local squatter taking refuge in the abandoned fortress, but in the short time it had occupied the building so many changes had been made. The front was heavily camouflaged to appear locked up, and each room was decorated into a livable home with basic furniture and amenities. However, this person’s favorite addition was the separate dungeon underneath the floorboard, where one lucky inhabitant was currently chained up and unable to speak.
It had been another boring day in King Bowser’s castle. Koopas were coming and going, fearfully informing their king of their latest failures as minions and awaiting punishment. Bowser had sat on his throne, listening to each guard and minion exclaim how they were jumped on and kicked away by Mario, but how it wasn’t their fault as they were only following orders of going from left to right repeatedly in such a small space. Bowser was barely listening. After so long of the same song and dance you simply decide to focus inwards and let your mind wonder, and wonder it did. His mind, at first focused on kingly duties but soon shifted to more primal urges that men get every so often. After all, it had been a while for him to have some one-on-one time with himself, and he did just recently receive a nice long and hard gift from K. Rool that he had been wanting to try on himself. The feeling of something being shoved deep inside him won over and Bowser quickly dismissed his subjects, letting them retreat out of the room with haste as the king started walking towards his lavish bedroom.
Once in and the door locked, Bowser wasted no time in getting himself ready. Falling into bed the king reached under the frame and pulled out his object of desire, a nine inch dildo perfect for his somewhat experienced hole. Only recently did Bowser come to realize his enjoyment of the same sex, where he had on the occasional night go out to meet with other men for some private action. The look on their faces when they saw who was to be their one night stand was always priceless. The look on their faces afterwards was always memorable. Whether he was the giver or receiver, Bowser loved every encounter. It wasn’t until he had met with the kremling leader did Bowser learn about sex toys he could have for himself, and after pleasuring the crocodilian king with his body did Rool agree to send Bowser a handpicked toy to use until their next encounter.
Pulling the lube out of his bedside table and applying it to his fingers, Bowser got comfortable on his back and pressed his digits against his tailhole. It felt so good, just being able to feel that coldness to his breeding tunnel. He only wished it was another guy doing it to him instead, but this would work for the time being. Inserting one finger made the king moan, and then a second finger started to get a rise out of his manhood. His cock slowly started to get harder with each push and pull of his fingers, and his chest rose and fall with each sigh escaping his lips as he fucked himself. He needed to get just a little loser before the main event began. Taking his free hand he cupped his left pec and bounced it slowly, with the occasional pinch to his nipple for extra fun. Bowser would be what you would call a musclegut figure, something his lovers all seemed to enjoy, especially when their tongues worked their way up and down and in between his larger chest when they all finished on it. It was something that turned this naughty koopa on now.
After enough foreplay with himself, Bowser finally brought that larger, thicker toy up to his mouth and sucked on the tip for a few minutes. He wasn’t experienced yet, but he knew his way around dick now to know just where to lick and suck to get men moaning out his name, with one in particular from his last unforgettable encounter. Picturing this as Rool in his mind, remembering just how the croc king had held his head down by his horns when he came down his throat, Bower’s cock throbbed hard in the air. Precum had formed at the tip, and was slowly running down his length. He had to stop there and then if he didn’t want to empty his balls right there. Pulling the fake cock out of his mouth he combined some lube with his saliva to make sure the toy was wet enough for easy entry. Lifting his legs in the air he couldn’t help imagine what all the guys had said to him when he got in this position for them in the past. Being told just how fat his ass was, how breedable it was, how spankable it was, was such a turn on. His cock pointed at his open hanging mouth, his ass red from all the smacks and plaps he took as men used his hole, he loved being their cumslut.
Finally ready he hiked his legs up in the air a little more and pushed the toy in. He moaned as the tip pushed in and slowly stretched him out, and a small flame escaped his throat as a drop of pre fell to his chest. Men had told him how attractive they thought that flame spew was, and now it was almost a reflex for Bowser when he bottomed. Another inch sunk in and another groan escaped his body. His eyes closed, and his mind drifted to his last visit with Rool. The croc had been gushing about Bowser’s choice of attire and thought he could make an addition to his spiked collar. Attaching a leash to the koopa he had Bowser on his knees in no time, making the turtle press his nose up against his crotch hidden in what was called a jockstrap. It was new to bowser, but seeing the other royal’s ass on display in such a way turned the koopa king on something fierce. It made him hope he could get a chance at Rools ass later that day. Being forced to suck on the kremlings cock through the fabric was immensely hot to Bowser, but when the dick came out and slapped him in the face was the straw that broke the turtle’s back so to speak. His mouth opened and he gagged as it was shoved down his throat, and his eyes watered as he was face fucked there in front of Rool’s bed. His mouth was used in so many positions; his body pressed against the bed, his head hanging off the bed, his body underneath Rool’s. To be used by this other king Bowser felt in the moment was where he belong. He took so many loads that day. No one came close to Rool and no one had come since.
Bowser’s ass was fully in the air as his dildo sank even more inside his hole. It was stretched out so far now. It felt so similar to Rool’s own hard cock that day. After swallowing another load Bowser was told to get on the bed “like a good slut.” He didn’t even raise an objection to such obscenity and did as told. Bowser remembered the thick cloth going over his eyes to hide his vision, and the sudden harsh strike to his bubbled-up ass from Rool’s clawed hand. Then again. And again. His yellow scales were a solid red, and Bowser did everything he could to stifle his moans until Rool shoved a finger in. “What do you say boy,” was what was asked by his current lover, to which Bowser unintentionally responded “please sir.” Fingers slid in and out of his hole for minutes, and his cock was pumped and stroked with each insertion. Bowser later was told Rool intended to milk his cock for all he could get out of it. Bowser never wanted that to end.
His toy slid in more, all the way to the balls attached to it, and that was when he started to fuck himself proper. Bowser started quickening the pace, making audible plaps fill the room up along with his moaning, booming deep voice. Rool had done the same on their last visit. His collar was yanked up by the leash, making Bowser hold his head up high and arch his back as Rool fucked him from behind. His balls slammed into Bowser’s, and his dick bounced underneath his body with each thrust from the kremling. A small puddle of pre had formed under the plowed king, and he couldn't help but meet with the other king’s thrusts into him by backing up on his dick each time. His hole was stretched around the croc’s, and he would clench and release with each hard press against his backside. Bowser was a moaning mess. His hair fell down barley above his hidden eyes, and the other king loved watching this tough bastard become his fucktoy. And this fantasy reflected in Bowser’s current situation.
He had now flipped over to be on all fours and was fucking himself with the toy. His tail was up in the air, the curves of his ass jiggled as he made his dildo collide against his backside with each push inside. He started to fall back, almost sitting on the dildo now to ride it. His tongue hung from his mouth, and his roars were growing louder each minute. He gripped his cock in one hand and his right pec in the other, stroking one and bouncing the other. He wished Rool and the other men from his past was here to watch him make a slut of himself, and imagined them jerking and cumming over his body as he performed in front of them like this. He thought of jerking two off with his claws, while another came in his mouth and the other fucked him from underneath. He thought of his tits being plowed while another guy rode his face for fun. All manner of thoughts rushed his head in this moment of ecstasy. He wanted to be called a bitch, a slut, a good boy. He wanted to call these other men sir, master, daddy.
He was getting closer now. His cock jumped in his hand as he stroked it faster and faster. He brought his pre soaked finger to his tongue and tasted what had came out if him in this bliss, and it tasted great. He was ready for the full thing to touch his lips. He flipped around again to lay on his back and brought his legs to the air, making sure his cock pointed at his open and waiting mouth. Fucking his hole faster he groaned as one last throb brought on his climax. Long, hot, thick ropes of royal seed shot out like a gun from his cock and sprayed his face white. He hit his nose, his chin, his tongue. He was more used to this from others but it had been a while since he ate and swallowed his own load. It was salty, but in a good kind of way. His tongue had collected a good few ropes of his seed before he swallowed and started collecting again. He had swallowed three times before his climax started to slow down, and what was left that left his spent cock collected on his chest and belly. He took his dildo out and collected some of his load on it before sliding the toy back in his hole. No point to waste it he thought.
Huffing and panting after a nice session the king finally got up to clean whatever mess was left off of himself. Grabbing a nearby towel from his adjacent bathroom he breathed a sigh of relief when a noise from the corner of the room caught his attention. “Nice show there slut.” Before Bowser could react and turn around in time to fry the intruder with his fire breath he was hit in the head hard. His vision dimmed and quickly he fell unconscious in his own bedroom, with the intruder escaping the castle with his prey in tow.
Bowser had been awake in a plain grey room all alone for a few hours now. The dim light could only make out a few things in his immediate vision. He noticed the bars of a cell door in the far end of the room ahead of him, so he knew he was in a dungeon of some sort, but the furniture around him is what really caught the kings eyes. There were plenty of toys scattered about on a table in the corner of the room, and some sort of bench with straps attached to it to hold people down to. There was some sort of X shaped contraption on the opposite side of the room, and a stockade as well. Another bench was near him with some sort of machine attached to it, and a hammock like swing as well. Bowser started to breath a little heavy and tried to call out for some sort of help, when all that came out instead was a muffled groan in its place. Biting down Bowser realized a ball-like object had been placed in his mouth and secured tightly, not letting him talk at all. He tried to breath his fire to burn his gag, but nothing was coming out, and reaching down to undo his muffler was no avail either. His arms were shackled tightly above his head to the wall. He was helplessly confined there, bound and defenseless.
He looked up at the cell door when he heard footsteps approaching. He was making a mental plan already, intending to attack and make a break for it as soon as his arms were freed, but this changed when he saw the figure standing there in the light. His anger and fear soon turned to a feeling of relaxation and excitement as the figure approached slowly, and even before the light revealed his face Bowser knew he was in good hands with his kidnapper. In fact he was in an experts hands. Bowser looked into his capturers eyes as his abductor ran a clawed hand across his pecs and down slowly to the koopa’s crotch. Of course he had some questions on why the kremling king took him the way that he did, but that was going to wait for after their fun playdate.
“Good boy.”
“Remember when you told me how often you kidnap the Princess? I figured I’d give you a taste of your medicine. And now that you’re here…” Rool lightly gave the koopa a squeeze to his crotch and felt just how heavy his balls were underneath the jockstrap the kremling had specially made and placed on Bowser in his slumber. It was a plain black garment, but with Rool’s emblem on the front for the wearer to realize who owned and controlled them in the moment. Bowser in his daze hadn’t realized he was wearing it until the clawed hands from the croc gave his package that firm grip. On one hand, he was mad to be taken from his castle in such a pathetic way. On the other hand though, his low moaning gave away how much he was needing this. “I’m going to have my own type of fun with you, something you haven’t experienced before in our last sessions.”
Before he could utter out a word Bowser was quickly shushed with a clawed digit in his mouth and a firm gaze from his current master. “Suck it.” He didn’t even need to be told twice. Being a king he was used to giving the orders, but this time it was the other way around, and he liked it. Bowser closed his lips around Rool’s fingers and ran his tongue along them, slurping and licking in between each digit and back to the tip as he stared back up into the other royal’s eyes. He was almost in a sort of hypnotic trance, himself getting lost in the pleasure of being forced to do something so submissive was a turn on, and it showed as his bulge grew in size down below in his jock. His dick started to throb a little in the confining clothing, and he couldn’t help but blush as he was forced to be a slut for this more domineering king. Rool loved the sight, and gave his new toy another squeeze and tug, causing Bowser to let out a louder groan against the fingers in his mouth and a slight yank on his chains keeping him bound to the wall. Bowser at least wanted his dick free to be touched proper, but Rool had other ideas.
Shoving his fingers back further to his throat Rool had Bowser gag slightly and gave a cold gaze. “First rule, you do what I say when I say it. Second rule, only I’ll get to touch you, so no complaining. Third, you’re my bitch, so you only get to cum when I say its okay to. That’s all for now, but any rule that gets broken and well…we’ll just see if that happens.” Bowser could feel the beating heart in his chest and gave a nod of understanding. Rubbing his crotch for a few more seconds Rool pulled his fingers away and picked a collar up off a nearby table in the room. Slipping it on Bowser’s neck he locked it in place with a padlock and smiled. “Specially made based off those bondage cuffs you wear all the time. Spiked with the word ‘slut’ on there. Tell me how much you like it.” Bowser let out a tiny huff as he tried to wipe the drool off his chin. “I like it sir.” Rool grinned as he started to undo the cuffs from Bowser’s wrists and motioned to the nearby bench. Bowser rubbed his wrist and started walking before a strong smack to his ass stopped him there. “And keep that tail up at all times. Want to see that fat ass as much as I can.”
With a nod and a ‘yes sir’ Bowser hiked his tail up for his dom. It wasn’t as long as others had, but it was thick and perfect for holding on to. At least, thats what other’s had told him when they were fucking the king from behind. With a softer pat to his ass Rool motioned Bowser to continue walking and had him bend over on the bench in the room. His pecs were resting on the upper padded portion while his legs and arms were resting in the lower section. Rool walked in front and, taking a strap tied the koopa’s wrists down, then did the same with his ankles before finally securing Bowser’s midsection to the bench. “Hard to do with the shell in the way but it works huh. Stuck and helpless…perfect.” Bowser blushed harder this time than before and a throb in his jock caused a nice wet-spot of pre to form on the front, catching the attention of the kremling. “Someone really is pent up down there. We’ll take care of that soon. But first…” Walking over to the table near the bench out of view of Bowser the koopa could hear some rumbling and moving of objects coming from behind him. He wanted to ask what Rool was up to but kept his mouth quiet to let the anticipation build. After the rummaging stopped there was an eerie silence until the clawed hand connecting with his ass brough Bowser back to the present moment, and his cheek being spread apart caused him to try to look back. Rool yanked Bowser’s tail back up to where he wanted it and let a cold, wet feeling wash over the bound king’s entrance. “Fuck, you seem pretty well used back here. Just how many minions of yours actually fuck you on the daily you perv.”
Massaging the wet feeling that Bowser now believed to be lube against his hole the sudden sharp cold sting of a finger coated in that slick substance entering his hole made the koopa moan out loud a little more than what he usually did. Rool felt how slightly loose Bowser was now compared to the first time they ever had sex, and it caused his own shaft to throb in his own jock at the thought of this big, strong king being a cock-slut for others constantly. Sliding a second digit in he made an easy scissor motion with his fingers, coating the koopa’s insides with lube for all the ideas he wanted to do later on. His other claw reached down to bounce and play with Bowser’s own cock in his strap, and feel just how heavy and wet it was getting. Finally pulling out his fingers the croc placed a cold, metallic object against Bowser’s hole and pushed it in with ease. The base of it stopped just before it sunk all the way inside and pressing a button a low buzzing vibration reverberated throughout the tied up king’s body. It was a wave of pleasure Bowser at this point needed, and his head lowered slightly so he could moan against the bench without Rool seeing the blushing on his face. That didn’t last long though as a quick harsh spank to his fat ass lifted his head back up, and Rool groaned as the jiggling cheeks of his caked up rear caused his own dick to throb again. Fuck, how he wanted to use and breed that ass already, but not yet. He really wanted to turn Bowser into his own submissive sub first.
Walking to the front and reaching down to hold his chin, Rool had Bowser look up into his eyes. Pressing his bulge up against the other’s snout, the kremling started to grind slowly against the king, allowing his own wet pre to soak through his jock and smear it over Bowser’s snout. His natural masculine smell washed over Bowser, who now couldn’t help but lightly hump against the bench. Rool grinned at this display. “Do that all you want, but no cumming.” Bowser huffed out again and leaned his head up into Rool’s bulge, trying to get more of the hard shaft and smell against his face. Even though he wasn’t tasting it yet, Bowser could only imagine how good the kremling’s dick would taste as it moved and gliding along his tongue, and this though caused Bowser to utter something he never thought he would. Maybe it was because of the situation he was in, or maybe because he was fully submitting in such a way he never thought possible, but after he spoke it lit a new feeling in him that made this kind of treatment something he never wanted to end. “Yes daddy, whatever you want!”
This caught Rool off guard, but in a fun way. “Daddy huh…you want to be daddy’s bitch then? Alright.” Walking back over to the table the croc picked up two items before returning. The first was very simple; a blindfold, that was placed around the bound sub’s eyes and dark enough to make Bowser loose all spacial awareness of the dungeon they were in. The second was more complex and meaner. Rool took the item and placed it in Bowser’s mouth, forcing it open in a way that prevented him from closing it no matter how much bite force the king had, and secured tightly behind him to lock it in place. “Was going to use a ballgag but this ring one will do. Now be a good boy…” Rool walked back behind Bowser and turned the plug in his hole up so the vibrations were stronger, causing the king to let out muffled moans through his gag, before Rool returned and pulled his cock out finally from his jock. “And make daddy cream that throat of yours.”
Rool’s cock was a solid display for manhood. Hard and erect, it was a solid eight inches, but the girth of this shaft is what made all the other kremlings come back for more. Bowser, even if used to it, was always craving it when the two kings were together. In this moment, combined with the vibrations that were making Bowser buckle and hump against the bench, he needed this dick more than ever. “Y-yefff…” He couldn’t even get the rest of his muffled words out before the feeling of a foreign object was shoved into his mouth and pressed to the back of his throat. Bowser gagged on Rool’s dick and could taste the salty pre on the tip of his tongue as Rool glided his dick in and out of Bowser’s mouth. He moaned and groaned, trying to lick the underside of Rool’s dick as it used his mouth like the proper fuckhole it was. Bowser would occasionally gag, causing him to pull on his restraints and his own dick to throb another drop of pre out of his tip. He didn’t know when Rool would punch its way back inside his mouth when he pulled out due to the blindfold, but he didn’t care. Bowser just wanted to swallow however many loads this croc had in his balls.
Grunting above him Rool pushed his way back to the king’s mouth, causing another gag and a bulging throat in the process. Fuck, he loved to see men take his cock like this, but to do it to another king who was supposed to be the epitome of dominance, it brought out the primal urge Rool had deep down. Not letting up he took Bowser by his horns and, holding onto them, started to fuck his mouth proper by picking up the pace. In and out, in and out, he didn’t stop. He made sure pre flooded down his throat, and his balls rested on Bowser’s chin. Maybe he would paint his face when his climax came, he wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted to feed this slut his own batter soon. Rool reached over and, yanking his tail back up, gave Bowser’s ass a few smacks while humping his face. Careful to avoid the spikes on his shell he would hump and thrust while allowing his balls to rest on the chin every chance he got, and no amount of groaning or thrashing could get Bowser away from him, even if he wanted to. This koopa wanted this, and Rool planned to have not just this kind of fun but so much more later on after. Reaching back to turn the vibrator to the highest setting Rool grew an evil smile as he saw Bowser immediately start to squirm and shake underneath the croc, and grew slightly hopeful this treatment would make Bowser cum. He had such a fun idea for punishment if he did.
Bowser tried to remember what Rool said about cumming, that he only could with permission. However, this abuse: the thrusting, the smacking, the vibrations in his ass, was getting to be too much. He started to loose control and giving into primal urges he started to hump the bench again in an even faster pace while clenching around the toy in his ass, just what Rool secretly wanted. Bowser moaned on the bench and struggled in his restraints. He tugged on them and kicked his feet, wanting to bust out of the restraints to pull his cock out and jerk it. He had given up on trying not to cum. After all, what could Rool possibly do? Rool went back to plant his feet firmly on the ground and continued to hump Bowser’s face with his cock starting to swell as he was getting closer to busting his nut down this turtle’s throat. He bit his lip, making sure his groans echoed the room and show Bowser who the true dominant force was between them both. “Fuck boy…daddy’s close. Ready for this cum? Swallow it all!”
Rool thrusted one more time and the sudden warmth of hot, fresh spunk flooded Bowser’s mouth and tongue. Rool pressed his hips hard against Bowser’s face and let his belly and waist rest on his snout. His balls pressed against the chin and each throb from his dick sent a wave of cum down Bowser’s throat into his stomach. The intoxicating scent of a masculine royal humping and breeding his mouth pushed him past the breaking point, and with one more huff of his scent and clench around the vibrator Bowser let his own orgasm wash over his body. He came hard into his jock, with so much cum shooting out from his hard cock it pushed through the fabric and hit the floor in puddles. Bowser groaned on Rool’s dick and swallowed every drop as it hit his tongue, with only a small amount running out and collecting on his chin. He kept humping the bench and clenching around the vibrator, riding his high until both orgasms from both men came to an end.
Rool grinding his face against Bowser, getting the last few drops of cum out of his balls and onto the king before pulling out and wiping his shaft along his cheek. Huffing he slipped the blindfold off of Bowser and let him adjust his eyes back to his surroundings. After a minute Rool undid the gag and placed it back on the table from before while pulling the plug out from Bowser’s hole. Letting it come out with a thick ‘pop’ sound Rool rubbed and patted his sub’s ass before looking down. “Seems like you didn’t follow rule number three.” Rool gave a harsh slap to his ass again before getting back in front of the king and resting up against the wall. Rool looked around the room and was mulling over in his head what to do first for punishment, when suddenly he decided what he should do first. Reaching over to the table beside him, Rool found what he was looking for and picked it up to show to Bowser. The koopa couldn’t tell what the object was at first but saw it was shiny and metallic, and had a long tubular shape to it. Finally he realized what it was, and his face must have told Rool exactly what he was thinking.
“Since you can’t seem to control yourself from cuming…maybe this cock cage can do that for you.”
The Koopa King was huffing into the ring gag locked tightly in his mouth, while hot spunk that he didn’t swallow dripped down his tongue and onto his chin. His dominant partner stood in front of him, grinning his ear to ear in such a way the fangs from his mouth jutted out from the corners of his mouth. He wiped his wet cock against the sub’s snout and looked underneath his captor’s body. “Yeah, cage is going on.” Rool reached down and scooped a small amount of seed off the floor and pinched it between his fingers. It was warm and sticky, telling the Krimling just how fertile Bowser really was. Wiping the seed off on Bowser’s face, Rool moved his claws around and dislodged the ring gag from the other’s head.
Bowser closed his mouth shut and opened it again, repeating the process until the tightness in his jaw was gone and he felt relaxed. Tasting whatever seed was left in his mouth he swallowed and eyed down to the other royal, even if he couldn’t see him. “Sir, I’m sorry I came. I’ll hold it back next time, I promise. Don’t do that though.” Rool snickered and gave Bowser’s balls a light squeeze, shutting the koopa up immediately. “Shush pet, I make the rules. If I want it on, I’m putting it on…and if you talk back maybe I’ll ’misplace’ the key for a while. After all, this fort is pretty big…”
Bowser shut up and let his owner do what he wanted. His fiery, red mane was drooping down over his eyes as he watched Rool under him adjust himself. Getting his face underneath the king’s cum soaked jock he leaned up and slid his tongue out. Running it very slowly over Bowser’s shaft he stimulated it through the fabric. Tasting the mix of musk and salty, sticky seed on the undergarment, Rool groaned out with a bellow that came deep from his throat. He could hear his pet shift around ever so slightly in the restraints he was in, and could see the curved outline of his fat ass wiggling in such a way from the pleasurable stimulation from his tongue. Taking the tip of the rod in his mouth, Rool sucked it through the jock, making sure he would drive his captive nuts before the cage went on.
Above, Bowser was closing his eyes behind the blindfold and trying to fight the urge to buck against the bench into Rool’s mouth. Although he was the one who gave head usually, he couldn’t help but enjoy the masculine touch of another man sucking him off too, and this was heaven for him. In actuality, Bowser realized this was the first time in all his play sessions with the other monarch that Rool was giving him a blowjob instead. However, he couldn’t cum…he wasn’t allowed to. Not yet. At first it was easy, since his first unprompted orgasm wasn’t so long ago. But now, with the expert rolling of the tongue from Rool below, and the never ending bobbing on his shaft it was starting to bring the king closer and closer. With how good he was doing, Bowser had to imagine Rool had experience doing this with his own soldiers, and who could blame him. If only Rool would pull his cock out he thought to himself.
Wish was soon granted and Bowser felt the cold air of the dungeon hit his now hard shaft as Rool pulled the jock down. Bouncing it in his claws, the croc gave the tip a long and slow lick and continued down to the base of the shaft. Letting his nose hit Bowser’s waist, he moved back down to the tip and continued the process. The koopa now was squirming, shaking slightly more violently in his bondage bench. His loose hole winked at nobody while his tail was raised in the air. It was so undignified for a king to look and act the way he was, but Bowser didn’t care. That escalated when his shaft hit the back of the croc’s throat in one swift motion. There wasn’t even a gag made by Rool, but instead only a loud, muffled moan from below and the slight sound of claw connecting to scales as the kremling pleasured himself.
Rool could taste the leftover seed and pre at the back of his throat, and swallowed ever so greedily. He wanted honestly to swallow whatever thick load Bowser’s balls were churning again, but he couldn’t. He wanted this night of lustful debauchery and kinky fun to continue for as long as the two could, so when he saw the wiggling from his pet for the night pick up in speed, and felt the slightest thrusting against his face start, Rool had to reluctantly pull off of his partner. Bowser immediately groaned from the harsh reality he wasn’t painting the king’s green scales white. “W-wait sir, don’t stop! I’m close!”
Rool squeezed his friend’s balls again and reached a claw up to smack Bowser’s ass. “I said no cumming remember. Not until I tell you too. Since you didn’t want to mind last time we’re trying something different. Now, shut up and be a good slut.” With that he took Bowser’s rod by the hand and slid the cock cage onto it. The cold metal made the koopa tense up, and the click of a lock made him thrust in annoyance. Rool simply stood up and got behind the king to have a little more fun. Spreading his cheeks apart he saw that loose, inviting hole just craving cock. Instead he placed a finger against the hole and slowly slid it in and out, eliciting a submissive yet gruff moan from Bowser. “I’ll give you cock soon, but I have another idea in mind.”
Reaching over Rool unhooked his toy from the bench and helped him stand up. Not letting Bowser move, Rool leaned in and pressed his mouth against the other’s, embracing him for a passionate kiss. Sliding his tongue into the koopa’s maw they let their tongues dance together in happy bliss. Taking Bowser’s arms behind him, they both walked backwards while still holding the embrace, swapping a mix of drool of seed between each other. From there, Rool took Bowser’s wrists and placed them over his head to lock them in shackles hanging loosely from the wall. Bowser only realized what had happened when his dominant partner broke the kiss with a saliva string between them.
Tugging on the shackles Bowser could see the chains were loose enough from the ceiling he could sit on the floor if he wanted to, but still strong enough he couldn’t break them from the ceiling. He looked back at Rool with a perplexed look, and was only given a confident grin to assure him the next part would be fun. Laying a claw on the firm pecs Bowser had chiseled, Rool gave them a slow trace up and down while he leaned back in to kiss the scaled neck of the koopa. Huffing lowly into his body, Rool gave each mound a firm squeeze and bounce, whispering for the sub to flex himself in those groping claws. Bouncing his pecs as he flexed, Rool couldn’t help a blush run across his face and sunk his teeth gently into the king’s neck.
“When Dedede was here on his last trip he didn’t last as long as you do. Let’s see if you keep up.” Rool grinned as he sunk slightly further in, careful not to draw blood as Bowser tilted his neck away from his attacker. He was holding back a moan until he couldn’t stifle it anymore when Rool gave each nipple a harsh pinch. Bowser’s knees buckled under him and he wanted to take a seat, only to be stopped as Rool pressed his knee gently into the King’s crotch to keep him upright. “No slouching now…I’ve still got fun ideas for you. Maybe I should show you.” Tracing his claws along Bowser’s front and working his way to the back, Rool slid his teeth out got behind his partner. Grinding his hips against the kings exposed hole, he groped his pecs again, and then moved over to his biceps. “Such a strong man huh. Let’s put that to the test.”
Pulling back from Bowser, Rool walked over to one of the tables laying out in the room. For Bowser all he could hear was the shuffling of claws on the cold stone and the occasional placement of objects on the wooden furniture. It went quiet for a minute until the cloth came off and the low light from the torches in the room allowed him to finally see again. Bowser saw Rool sitting in a chair in front of him, legs crossed with a evil grin on his face. Utterly confused, Bowser was motioned to look down, as when he did he saw a fairly large dildo suction-cupped to the stone underneath him. He looked back at Rool with more confusion.
“I want to watch you work that body for me by squatting. You’ve got five minutes to get that toy’s base up that tailhole. If you don’t…” Rool pulled out a small lockbox and placed the cage key inside of it. “That dick is not getting unlocked until your next visit.” Bowser was about to protest but knew it was no use. He had to do this, or he’d stay locked up for…fuck, even he didn’t know. “By the way, ten seconds have already passed. You’re loose enough from earlier. You’d better hurry.”
Bowser grunted and, while allowing the looseness of the chains to go down with his body, got down to his knees. His arms were still tied above his head but he could get this toy inside his waiting hole. In reality, he was actually excited for this. He adjusted himself and, while lifting his tail, pressed his entrance against the tip of the toy. Luckily it felt slick, making Bowser guess Rool was at least kind enough to lube it for him just in case. Sinking down he looked up at Rool, who was idly stroking his own cock in front of him and grinning all over again. Bowser threw his head back as the walls of his tailhole stretched out to accommodate the toy, and as he lifted back up the foot of his master was lightly pressing against the underside of his balls. “Remember, no cumming.”
Bowser sunk back down again while his balls were lightly pressed up, and he could feel the toy get further in than before. He lifted up again, and sunk back down, repeating this process while Rool watched with breaming, bright and lustrous eyes. “Three minutes.” Bowser nodded and got back up and slammed down, making a loud plap sound fill the room. His cheeks bounced and slightly clapped, causing Rool’s dick to twitch from the sound and sight. “Fuck, you take dick like a pro huh slut. Two minutes.” Bowser looked down and saw he was getting closer to the base, but his hole was starting to slightly hurt. Looking up at Rool with pleading eyes, Rool answered by rubbing those orbs with the sole of his foot. “Keep going.”
Bowser lifted back up and slammed back down, while his dick twitched in the cage. It dripped pre all over again to the floor, and each thrust down clapped his cheeks louder and louder. “One minute. Hurry up.” It was time, and bouncing at a quicker pace, Bowser was doing his best to not cum. It was more difficult than he expected, especially when each thrust down now he felt his prostate stimulated in a largely pleasant way. His tongue hung from his mouth and he closed his eyes. The rattling of the chain above him mixed with the plapping of his ass hitting the toy.
“Ten…nine…eight…” Bowser was a grunting and flushed red mess, and was so close to getting the base inside his hole. “Seven…six…five…” His toes were curling, and his tail was straining to keep up. “Four…three…two…” His dick was on the verge of shooting his second load again for the night. “One…and…” Before Rool finished Bowser slammed down and felt the cold steel of the floor press up against his plump, firm cheeks. His pecs bounced and his arms flexed above him as he drove the toy so far inside his hole. He was a shaking, shuddering mess, but he had done it. He sat there resting on the toy, wiggling on it and trying desperately to not cum while the croc continued to play footsie with his balls. Finally, Rool relented and moved his foot away.
“Good job. I knew you could do it, though a part of me really wanted to lock this key up. Really make you work extra hard to visit me in the future.” The kremling laughed to himself and stood up. Walking over he laid his dick up against the other’s snout and grinded it. “With how big of a toy you’ve got up there…maybe you’re ready for the real thing to fuck that hole of yours, yeah?”
The Kremling king unhooked the restraints locked around his sub’s wrists and let him fall to the floor. Walking up behind Bowser, Rool pressed his foot to the back of the koopa and pushed him forward, getting it in a perfect, bent over position. He cooed to himself and let out a soft whistle at seeing the fat cake that laid bare in front of him. He was oh so tempted to drive his snout far into that inviting, puffed-up hole but relented as he brought his clawed hand down hard against the tender mounds. The croc watched as the other’s ass jiggled and bounced, and the moaning from Bowser’s hot breath echoed in the room again. Reaching down he pulled the toy out of his ass and tossed it aside, only to replace the empty vacancy by grinding his own cock against the royal sub’s loose hole.
“Such a slut. Look at that cock drip all that pre just from some back-door play. I did say the cage could come off, but are you sure you want it off? After all, how often do you use that dick of yours in other guy’s holes, hm?”
Bowser squirmed and arched his back, pressing himself tightly against the kremling leader. He was a mess. Sweat and musk perpetuated the dungeon, and his shaft was an aching mess in that tormentive cage locked around it. His wrists were free, but at what cost? He couldn’t even pleasure himself. His fire-red hair matted down below his blindfolded eyes, dripping in sweat and seed from earlier, and his body trembled at just every little touch and sensation. He was on edge. He wanted so desperately to cum hard against the cold stone of the playroom…but he also knew Rool was right, and his lustful groan echoed that sentiment.
“How about you just give yourself to me…you’re better? Surely someone else can take the roll of ‘king’ yeah? Think about it? My own personal cumdump. All the cock you want in this fat ass of yours for however long you wanted to stay. You’d never go hungry again for it. Maybe…even let you experience other men who comes here often yeah? Ever had Dedede inside you? What about Ridley? They’re always fun to play around with.”
The kremling punctuated his words with thrusts in between Bowser’s cheeks, and gripping his tail he lifted it up to get a full display of what he loved most in the world in that moment. A big, strong guy like Bowser simply submitting himself to primal lust, reducing himself to a glorified deposit of cum and cock…he throbbed out a glob of pre at the thought. He smacked the beast’s ass again, leaving a firm red mark against his yellow-scaled skin and leaned over to whisper into his ear.
“My own personal fuck toy for years and years. I’ll take care of you. Just tell daddy how badly you want his cock plowing your guts tonight.”
Bowser could feel the hot breath on his face, the silky-smooth voice vibrating in his ears. Fuck, he needed this. He needed his prostate stimulated, his body made into a puddle from pleasure. He was prepared to say whatever it took to get his dom’s dick inside him. When the sharp teeth of Rool sunk into his shoulder, the line had been crossed.
“I’ll be yours sir! Keep me here! Please, fill me up! I need it! I need you!”
With a quick movement from his clawed hand, Rool reached under and pressed a key to the cage entrapping the needy shaft, and let it fall to the stone underneath them both. Pulling his teeth out, Rool grabbed a leash and hooked it to the collar locked around Bowser’s throat. Yanking it back the croc forced Bowser to arch his back and lift his tail. He didn’t waste another second and quickly drove his own throbbing meat into the loose hole of his partner, getting himself all the way to the base so his hips connected to the fat mounds of scales across that glorious ass.
As his hole stretched to accommodate the fat cock inside him, Bowser immediately grunted and let his tongue roll out of his mouth. His voice loudly echoed throughout the room, and some fire escaped from below just from sheer excitement. This was it. Finally, after all the teasing, games, and humiliation he was finally getting bred by this dominant hunk of a croc! It felt perfect, and he reached his own claw up to wrap it around the wet, throbbing shaft that desperately called his attention all this time.
“Hrggg, don’t fucking cum until I say so!”
Rool slammed into Bowser, pushing them both forward through harsh force, making sure his commands got through this desperate sluts thick skull. He reeled back and thrusted forward again, making sure to yank hard on the leash to keep his pet obedient as he proceeded to breed him with lust in his eyes. Looking down he could see Bowser’s muscles strained to hold them both upright, and his firm pecs bounce forward with each thrust. Wanting to see how much his pet could endure, Rool wrapped the leash around his wrist, pulling Bowser back even further and allowed his full weight to rest on top of the koopa king. Even if he was strong, Rool had to admit the koopa was even stronger. To put a man like that in his place…fuck…
Rool pushed forward, getting the koopa to moan his name. He wanted to hear him scream in pleasure, and bucked forward again. The croc’s member prodded against that sweet button inside that loose tailhole, and grinding up on it he got Bowser to mutter incoherently through the stimulation. Both men’s dicks throbbed, sending chills up their spines. Rool was flooding the inside of this hole in sticky pre, just waiting to bust his nut and paint the insides white in seed. Bowser, underneath this massive masculine man, clenched his hole around the cock inside him and felt the cold, wetness of pre coating his claw.
“Fuck…you’re driving me crazy Bowser. I just want to mark you…make you mine. You want that? Want daddy to claim you?”
“M-mmm…mmmf…d-don’t stop. Please!”
Rool reached down and swatted Bowser’s claw away from his cock and replaced it with his own. Collecting some of the pre on his fingers he reached up and slid those covered digits inside his friend’s eager maw. Feeling that slippery tongue wrapping around and licking in between his fingers to clean them off, Rool leaned down and sunk his teeth back inside the tender flesh.
Bowser was on the cusp of climax. Each thrust into his hole, each press of a full body into him making his ass clap back, he was so close. Rool was also loosing himself in the sensation. He let go of the leash and pushed them both forward, feeling as Bowser collapsed onto the floor below with his cock out behind them both. Rool only continued to pump. He thrusted in and out, pile-driving his weight into the king’s ass, humping the fuck out of it.
“Mmm, c-cum for me Bowser! I’m close!”
Bowser, without a second thought, clenched one last time on the crocs dick and with one last thrust, he humped the floor just enough to finally feel the onslaught of climax reach his body. He painted the floor white, his stomach white, everything in the vicinity white. His own fire escaped again as a thunderous roar escaped his throat, and the torrent of cum didn’t let up. The smell of sex, the manly roar under him, it all hit Rool at once, and he soon found himself emptying his own pent up balls deep into that ass. He sprayed it, letting the thick globs of mana flood the koopa’s guts, and felt the leftovers spill out and stick to his own body. He had done it. He marked him.
It was only a few minutes later when Rool slowly pulled himself out of Bowser and removed his blindfold, letting a sickly sweet “slick” sound show he had disconnected from his pet. Bowser laid there, a cum covered mess. His ass dripped kremling cum down his balls, and his cock throbbed out the last remaining seed there was inside him Rool leaned down and wrapped his lips around that shaft, sucking the last drop of cum out of the royal cock. Leaning up he stuck his face into that sweet hole he just bred and licked around it. Swallowing some last few drops of cum from inside, he cleaned Bowser off and, once satisfied, laid down on the cold floor next to him.
“So, enjoy yourself, ‘pet?’”
“Heh…shut up.”
Bowser leaned forward and licked a small drop of his own seed off Rool’s cheek and smacked his ass. Rool reached back and spread Bowser’s cheeks to see some leftover seed he missed.
“Leave it. I want it there for a while.”
Rool nodded and stood back up to his feet. Stretching he walked over and threw his cape back on, getting clothed and looking presentable for his subjects.
“I’m sure by now the feast is available. Can stay and eat if you want, though I’m sure your kingdom is wondering where the hell you are right now.”
“Maybe. But they can take care of themselves. Think I want to stay one more night. Maybe I’ll have a go at your ass this time.”
Rool laughed and tossed a plug over to his friend.
“Maybe. Push that up there. If staying you need to be loose enough for the rest of my men to have a go at you. But remember, I own you.”