Under the Tiger's control - Crevan's New Life
#1 of Under the Tiger's control
This is my first try at really writing anything for an audience other than myself and one, maybe two other people, so please try to give me feedback, I'd love to keep writing once summer rolls around, and if I need some help, I'd rather get it from my audience ^_^
Now, this series contains some heavy submission, watersports, humiliation in front of the public, bestiality, and orgasm denial, and the main character may not appear to like it all the time. If you're not over 18, don't tell your parents you're reading my smut. If you don't like what you're reading, cover your eyes and contact a physician. All characters and situations originated from my pawing fantasies. You are warned.
Crevan Leander had always loved bondage, hell, he'd be pawing off to a scene from a cartoon where the villain had tied up the damsel even when he was six, so it was really no surprise to his vulpine parents when they stumbled upon his fantasies. What they didn't know was what he imagined doing while strapped up in those leather bonds. Of course, he'd never tell them, and they never asked, so his fantasies went firmly between himself and his informal master, another part of his life he never formally introduced to his parents.
At the day before his eighteenth birthday, Crevan was now a slim, girlish, five-tailed fox. Standing at only 5'2", a little on the short side, most of the girls at his school regarded him with only amusement at his cuteness and over exaggerated vulpine traits. He would spend hours every morning shampooing and brushing his fur to make it as soft and well-presentable as possible, and rebraiding his lower back-length dyed black hair. The black markings of his gloves and boots were accentuated through dye, so that they'd go slightly beyond his elbows and knees, making it look as though his torso was completely bare with the tight, high-cut shorts and button-down shirts (his parents were the only ones who really made him wear that at school, at home, he loved to go shirtless) The white markings of his inner thighs usually went past the shorts, making them look even shorter. He also loved to wear a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, his master sometimes making cracks online that once he took them off, Crevan would be like a lost little puppy. Nobody in Colorado was impressed with his looks except him and the master, but Crevan didn't care, he knew that those two people were more than enough to require his dress.
The Saturday of the kitsune's adulthood came quicker than he could have imagined, and it was now no secret to his mom and dad that he had a boyfriend for a while. It would have surprised them otherwise, in fact, considering his mannerisms. The best present he got that day came not from a wrapped box, but from a white 1988 Firebird. A gloved finger pushed the doorbell to the Leander household, and Crevan immediately bolted from his chair to meet it. After almost ripping the door off its hinges, the fox jumped with all his strength into the muscled grasp of a huge, muscular Bengal tiger.
"My tigey!" Was all the comparatively tiny fox could say to the leather-clad feline as he grabbed with all his might.
"Now now, foxxie, try to settle down. You've got to say goodbye to mom and dad first, remember?" The tiger looked down at the figure with big, glowing, blue eyes before prying him from his chest. Crevan's parents had already known on his plans to move out from home to live with his boyfriend, but it still took a few hours for the fox to finally leave his parent's embrace and lingering good-wishes, promising to phone them when he got to Arizona.
The car ride was an uneventful one. Crevan's master wouldn't let him do anything to him, or even get too excited, he just had to sit and admire the view, telling some incredibly lame jokes that he had promised to withhold until that very car ride. His shimmering, excited bright green eyes settling on a large, leather duffel bag every so often, until the tiger grabbed his muzzle and pulled it away, not wanting him to investigate it too closely.
By 10:00PM they had reached the small, two-bedroom condo in which the tiger lived. The Bengal grabbed all of the luggage, insisting that Crevan's figure wouldn't accommodate to such heavy lifting. As soon as they got inside, however, his tone changed drastically.
"These are the rules to my house, pet. Number one, no clothes for any submissive vulpines." With that, a striped arm came out and effectively shoved down the kitsune's custom-made jeans and red, velvet thong, and threw them into the conjoining kitchen, leaving the kitsune naked and blushing heavily at his fantasies being played out by his master of two years.
"Number two, you will do anything I ask, whenever I ask it. Three, you will only wear clothing when you leave the home when I deem it necessary, I'm sure nobody will mind indecent exposure from your figure. Four, I will do anything to you that I deem fit. There are no safe words, your spanking doesn't stop when you cry, and your food will be anything and will be eaten any way I want it to be. And five, I will always refer to you as pet, and you may refer to me as master, sir or sir. Calling me daddy will signal to me that you want an extra harsh treatment Now, grab that bag you had your eyes on and bring it to my room. When you are there, you will kneel on the floor, paws behind your back until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"
Crevan immediately nodded, not being frightened by master's words, knowing those were the exact set of rules they both had agreed upon when they started roleplaying. He obediently picked up the luggage and half-dragged it to the master bedroom, setting it beside the bed and folding his paws behind his back as he knelt down next to it, his ears perked for the sound of his master approaching, but only hearing crunching and the sound of a bowl being filled. His expectations quickly came true as master walked through the door, carrying a red food and water-holding dog bowl. Setting it down in front of the full-length mirror, he called his pet over using a soft whistle and the curl of one finger.
As Pet came closer to Master, he could smell the sharp odor of urine and the dry, unappealing odor of dog food, and his ears pressed down to his skull as he found out that's exactly what his dinner was. Master forced the vulpine's head into the plastic bowl containing the food, and watched him eat, stroking his upper back gently with gloved paws to calm him down and make him get used to the meal. When that was finished, Master grabbed his muzzle again and let it plop into the drink, holding it down so he would have to either drink it or risk drowning. All the while, the Bengal grinned and commented on the Pet's state.
"Look at that pathetic little foxxie. Mouth so dry from that dog food that he'll drink his master's pee. Awww..."
The vulpine blushed heavily, his cock now hanging from his sheath and being exposed in its full, knotted form. He couldn't help but look in the mirror whenever he opened his eyes, watching himself slurp down the last of the musky, sour urine. The Master knew that he couldn't keep his pet there forever while still keeping the scene erotic, so he eventually let him up, letting the kitsune smell the heavy odor of the urine.
"And now, my little foxxie, you get to play with all the toys in that big, heavy bag you dragged in. Oh, we're going to have so much fun with you..."
The kitsune just smiled widely, almost wanting to nuzzle his master, save for the urine dripping off his muzzle and on the carpet, knowing he'd be punished heavily for ruining Master's clothes. His eyes shimmered as he gazed at his master, knowing that this was indeed the right man to which he should devote his body for the rest of his life.
(sorry if it's a little short, I'll make the next one longer with enough positive feedback, you can be sure of that!)