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"Alistair... please...!" Theo begged. The wolf's teeth were grit, his muscles and whole body tense as his balls pulled up in anticipation of an inevitable orgasm. Or, at least, he could swear it was inevitable, yet still when the fox's tongue left his shaft, it throbbed in the air so very close to the edge, but getting no further stimulation... it didn't happen.

The wolf felt the frustration mixed with the arousal burning within him. It was too much, he couldn't take it! Theo panted, his hands curled into tight fists as he jut his hips up to hump the air. It successfully made his rock hard, red canine cock bob in the air, jutting back and forth, but there was nothing to touch, nothing to stimulate it as it agonizingly cooled back down, the edge of his pleasure lost for the hundredth time.

"Already resorting to begging, your majesty? You usually last longer than this..."

The fox chuckled as he teased him. Theo's broad chest heaved with his heavy breathing and the much smaller, lithe fox just laid by his side on the bed caressing it. The way a lover would. Anyone that saw them both there, naked in Theo's bed would think they were lovers of some kind. Especially given the wolf's erect cock jutting obscenely towards the ceiling between his legs and the fox's equally erect member pressing against his leg as Alistair laid there hugging him from the side.

Yet that couldn't be further from the truth. As that thought crossed Theo's mind, as he felt the fox's teasing hand come to caress his chin, the wolf turned his muzzle away to the other side. He regretted his begging, another sting in his grievously wounded pride, yet he couldn't help it. As the fox's hand trailed down to play with his nipple, Theo's cock reacted again with a throb and another spurt of pre-cum that ran down the glistening, hard length. The wolf tried hard to ignore it, but it was just... impossible. Arousal burned within him in ways he couldn't even describe. It had been so long...

He tried to calm himself and gather his thoughts. The wolf's powerful muscles flexed and, as if he could do anything about it, they pulled against the rope keeping him bound to the bed. Alistair had bound him spread on his bed at the beginning of the night and the rope, taunt around his wrists and ankles, was starting to chafe him a little with how much he pulled against it, yet the wolf still did anyway. He hated feeling so helpless. Theodar, the king of wolves, bound to his bed at the mercy of a fox. The wolf hated feeling this vulnerable, this... open. As Alistair's hand trailed through his chest and abdomen, there was nothing he could do to stop it. His whole body was the fox's to explore and play with.

And how he played with it...

"Alistair..." Theo tried again, making an effort to keep his voice as composed as it should be. "It's been hours... I already apologized. ...Please."

Though begging more hurt his pride, seeing the fox's hand trailing towards his cock once more shook Theo. As he expected, his begging didn't stop Alistair's paw from wrapping itself around his member to start a slow stroke again. The way those fingers kneaded his sensitive flesh, the way Alistair used a single clawed finger to tease his knot every now and then when his paw went down... It was heaven and hell mixed together.

Theo groaned. It took but seconds for his cock to start flexing, for more pre-cum to come. The edge of his orgasm started drawing near again, yet Alistair didn't stop. The fox simply hummed to himself, his yellow, predatory eyes fixated on the wolf's cock as if studying it. The damned fox... he knew exactly how far he could push Theo to drive him to edge of madness without ever letting him go past the point of no return. The fox's stroking sped up for a few moments, his thumb caressing the tip of Theo's cock on the way up, heightening his pleasure, making him moan. Theo humped up against that paw again, his body driven by instinct alone at that point. His balls churned, the need to mate, to release, it was too big. It had been far too long! He was going to get there!

Alistair's hand trailed down to give his knot a tiny squeeze. It sent jolts of pleasure through the wolf's body, his member pulsing again, throbbing in the air, ready to shoot...!

And then it was gone.

Theo growled. He closed his eyes shut and let a snarl of pure frustration go past his teeth as his pleasure was taken away from him yet again. When the wolf opened his eyes, he found them wet from sheer need, but he refused to give the fox the satisfaction of seeing how much he was suffering. The wolf shook his head, blinking the wetness away, but he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please! It was a mistake! It will never happen again, I swear it! I swear it as king!"

Alistair looked at him. The fox was smiling. His usual, casual smile as if they were actually having 'fun'. As if he hadn't been torturing the wolf with hours upon hours of edging.

"Is that so? Well, thank you, your majesty, for stating the obvious." Alistair brought a single finger to Theo's cock. It had barely started to cool down, so when he dragged a single finger over the underside of the wolf's member, slowly and teasingly, it was enough to make Theo moan out loud and feel close to cumming yet again. When Alistair was done, he brought the single digit covered in the wolf's pre-cum to his muzzle and suckled on it to taste it.

Theo merely lowered his ears.

"It hasn't been that long, your majesty. Before we started I asked a servant to bring us refreshments in three exact hours and they're not even here yet."

The fox moved on the bed. Alistair got on his knees, then draped his leg over Theo's splayed body to sit right over the wolf's abs. The wolf frowned. Having the fox's erection resting on his fur, the smell of his musk closer to his nose, it was all unsavory for him. Yet, at the same time, Theo felt how Alistair's fluffy tail caressed his own erect length. It was a simple brush against it, but it was enough to make the wolf hold his breath for a moment again. He was pretty sure the brushing was intentional as well...

Still, Alistair took all the liberty to play with his chest as he sat over him. Both of his hands found Theo's nipples, toying with them in a pleasant matter while he looked down at the wolf. Theo wanted to reply, but the pleasure...

"You've endured much worse than this," Alistair continued. "Remember our garden tea party? That was at least five hours! The sun was gone by the time we finished."

Alistair giggled. The memory of what he referred to brought a rush of heat to Theo's face and ears and he couldn't help but splay them shamefully. The fox, however, seemed giddy.

"Perhaps you're getting weaker? Is that it? Or maybe you're just getting hornier. All you wolves are way too horny for your own good..."

Alistair's tail flicked back and forth, brushing over Theo's cock. The wolf felt a small urge to hump against it, but he held fast against it.

"Then again, that's why we're here, aren't we?" The fox smiled down at him. It was as if he was happy to be able to punish Theo for doing something he wasn't supposed to do. "You horny, horny wolf..."

Sitting upright, Alistair's paw trailed down Theo's chest and then moved behind the fox. Without even looking, he gripped the wolf's cock behind him and started stroking. It felt just as good as always...

"Did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell? Really? That you touched yourself without permission in the middle of the night?"

Theo's ears glued themselves down against his head. The wolf simply looked away. The stroking on his cock sped up, the pleasure increasing, the edge drawing closer again...

He didn't know what he was thinking when he did what he did. He had woken up after having erotic dreams yet again and found his sheets severely tented by his member. His arousal had been too great, the urge too strong. In the middle of the night, alone in his room, he had thought...

And thus he had jerked off. Except that, while he did, he found himself unable to enjoy it. As Theo had stroked himself closer and closer to the blissful pleasure he had been denied for weeks upon weeks now, the wolf had found himself glancing towards the door more and more often.

Each moment he spent jerking off was riddled with increasing guilt. Guilt and fear. He knew he shouldn't be doing that. Alistair had forbidden him from touching himself under the threat of punishing his subjects over it. As a king, Theo's guilt of risking other people's liver for his own pleasure grew and grew alongside the fear that the door to his room would open at any second. Each sound, no matter how far away, startled him, until he felt so fearful that even despite his long denial and intense arousal, his cock had started to flag a little...

...And thus he had stopped. The wolf had forced himself to return to his troubled sleep without actually finishing like he wanted, and yet, in the morning... somehow Alistair knew.

And now he was being punished for it.

As Alistair's dextrous fingers brought Theo to the edge of orgasm yet again and stopped, he felt like fucking howling in frustration. Regret washed over him, but he could no longer tell if he regretted disobeying Alistair or just that he hadn't finished when he had the opportunity. His punishment would be much more severe and others would suffer for it, but as Theo laid there feeling the edge of his pleasure slip away yet again, lust and pleasure was all he could think about. He would trade the world for a chance of orgasm. It was all he wanted...

"What was even your plan? If you had come, did you think you would be able to clean your sheets without me knowing? That is, provided I didn't smell it the moment I walked into your room. Trust me, I know the smell of wolf spunk when I feel it."

The fox sounded almost proud of it, as if that was a good thing. Alistair shook his head.

"Then again, you didn't have a plan, did you? You were thinking with your dick, as most wolves do..." Alistair used the very tip of his claw to tease Theo's throbbing cock behind him again, making the wolf groan once more.

"And yet, I thought I had buried it well enough in that thick lupine head of yours that disobeying me is not worth satisfying your urges. That's the way it has to be with wolves, you know? You have to carve into their very instinct that submission comes before pleasure, or else they go right back to just being horny..."

Theo held himself back from growling. As humiliating as it was, displeasing Alistair, especially in his current condition, would be anything but wise. That didn't stop the large wolf from gritting his teeth hard and showing a little fang towards the ceiling, however.

Alistair's hand returned to his cock and the teasing began anew. Time lost meaning to the wolf. There was only the pleasure radiating from his cock, the need his body screamed for, and the fox's paw so skillfully providing pleasure only to take it away in the last possible second, again and again.

Theo huffed, his limbs still pulling against the rope keeping them spread, but the wolf endured. There was nothing else he could do. It felt like way, way too long before the sound of a knock on the door startled the wolf king. Alistair had been close to bringing him to the very edge again and, when the fox's ears also stood up from the sound, Alistair smiled down at him.

"Looks like our servant has arrived." The damned fox gave his knot a last squeeze, enough to make Theo let out a moan from the surprising burst of pleasure, and then Alistair simply pulled on one of the bed sheets to drape around his nude body before going for the door.

Theo himself felt his face grow hot. He was left there on the bed, fully naked and with his throbbing cock jutting upwards completely exposed. What if the servant stepped in? What if they looked and saw him like that?!

These things didn't seem to concern Alistair as he pranced towards the door humming to himself. When he got there, he exchanged a few words with the servant that, thankfully, did not step inside. Theo couldn't quite hear what they said, but he did hear Alistair thanking him before the servant handed over a tray to the fox. The door to his room was once again closed and the fox turned back towards Theo with a wide smile on his face. As he approached, Theo was apprehensive, but he breathed easier when he got a good look at the tray.

It contained what Alistair said it would. A plate with some bacon on it and a jar of ice and water with a glass, both illuminated by one of the standard candles at the side of the tray given that it was night time.

The servant had arrived, marking the end of the tortuous three hours. The wolf dared hope that his punishment was over. How did Alistair never get tired of edging him for so long himself? Though the thought of the pleasure stopping and him being forced to go back to pretending he wasn't thinking about sex all the time didn't seem appealing to the wolf king, it was still certainly better than being bound there while the fox teased him mercilessly.

Alistair simply climbed back on the king's large bed, set the tray by his side and sat cross-legged. The fox took a strip of bacon with his paw and crudely brought it up to his muzzle to scarf it down while Theo watched, still bound.

"Ahh... you wolves, for all your faults, I have to admit that you do know how to prepare bacon. It is such a treat, isn't it? Would you like some?" The fox grabbed another strip and held it up for the wolf.

Theo frowned. He stared at Alistair for a few moments waiting to see if the fox was going to untie him so that he could actually accept it, but when the king saw no hint that that would happen, he turned his head away.

"No."

Alistair shrugged. "Too bad." The fox ate the second strip, then the third and the fourth with impressive speed. By the end of it, the plate was empty and Alistair calmly poured himself a glass of cold water to drink. Theo just watched the fox enjoying himself by his side while he remained bound there with a deep frown. When the fox was done drinking a large cup of water, he let out a happy sigh.

"Ahh... it sure is great to make sure you're well refreshed before work. We always do our best with a satisfied belly, you know?"

Theo's ears perked up.

"Before work?"

The fox nodded happily. "Why, yes! Now that the refreshments have arrived we can get started on your punishment for disobeying, your majesty!"

Theo's eyes widened ever so slightly. The fox sounded joyous as he spoke, yet his words...

"What's that supposed to mean? You've been punishing me for hours!"

Alistair blinked. The fox made a confused expression that was obviously fake. A mockery of the wolf's confusion.

"What? You thought that was punishment? That was just the preparation!"

The smile that grew on Alistair's muzzle seemed gentle, but Theo could see past it. To the wolf it felt... sinister, to say the least. So much so that his ears folded back.

"You have been feeling nothing but pleasure! How would that be a punishment?" Alistair reached out for the wolf's cock that remained hard even after all that time and gripped it. He started stroking it again, much to Theo's dismay.

"No no no... bad wolves can't be punished with pleasure. I have something else planned for you. Something that will make your paw tremble just from the thought of reaching down to your filthy wolf dick when you're not supposed to..."

The fox's tone grew more and more dire, and yet as he spoke, he kept stroking and caressing the wolf's cock with the same care and skill as before. The unwanted pleasure mixed itself in with fear inside Theo. Whatever it was that the insane fox was planning, the wolf knew for sure that he didn't want to take part in it.

"Please, Alistair! I apologized, I understand. I don't need any further punishment! I wi-"

"Shhh..." Alistair shushed him. His hand left the wolf's cock to wrap itself around his muzzle, clamping it shut. The fox must have done that on purpose because, with his paw wrapped over Theo's nose, he got a deep whiff of his own musk. The scent of his arousal and pre-cum were fresh on Alistair's paw after handling him for so long. That scent only made Theo's unwanted arousal flare up even more.

Alistair kept his paw there for a few seconds and, once Theo had given up on speaking more, he slowly pulled it away with a smile.

The fox didn't say anything. Alistair leaned in towards the side of the bed where he had discarded his own clothes a long time ago and searched its pockets. From it, the fox pulled... a string. A simple, thin piece of string.

Theo's eyes followed it as Alistair went back to humming. The fox tested the string's sturdiness by pulling on its sides a few times, then smiled at the wolf before reaching for his cock. Theo drew in a sharp breath as he saw Alistair enveloping the string around its base. The simple brush of it against his knot was enough to make the wolf grow tense from both pleasure and fear.

"What are you doing?!" the wolf asked as the fox started tying the string. Alistair lowered it below the wolf's knot and, when the tie was made, he pulled at it. The string tightened, hard, just below the wolf's knot near his sheath, and Alistair even made a small ribbon knot with it.

"There! Now you're not going to go soft on me that easily. Although it's not like you need much help with that, hmm?"

Alistair's paw kneaded the wolf's knot teasingly. Theo's ears folded back trying to deny the pleasure, but the crafty fox went back to stroking him. Strong, quick strokes from the base of his engorged knot all the way to the tip. Alistair took his time, making sure to build up on the bound wolf's pleasure all over again until Theo was forced to moan. Until his cock started to throb again, orgasm all but imminent, and then of course... he stopped.

"You're so easy to rile up, your majesty! If I didn't know better I'd almost guess you're enjoying this!"

This time, Theo couldn't help but growl. Whatever game the fox was playing, he did not appreciate it, and the mere insinuation that he enjoyed the humiliating and degrading treatment the fox was putting him through was beyond insulting.

Alistair, however, all but ignored him. The fox used a single finger to caress his cock, bringing further frustration to the wolf, as he looked at Theo.

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

Theo looked at him with anger bubbling inside him. It wasn't fair! He didn't know what the fox intended to do, but he had learned to fear Alistair. Refusing to be humiliated further by showing such fear, he just glared at Alistair defiantly and refused to answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," the fox happily said. Then, he turned back towards the tray the servant had brought. "I think you're going to like this one."

With a paw, Alistair grabbed Theo's cock. He pushed the wolf's member against his own belly, the hard length resting on the fur of the wolf's hard abdomen, and held it like that. Then, with his other paw, Theo saw him reach for the tray and pick up... the candle?

"I will have to urge you, your majesty, to try your best to remain silent during your punishment. If one of your servants or guards comes in here because you're making a fuss they are going to think their king is into some very naughty bed shenanigans..."

Theo's frown deepened. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"You will see."

The wolf's eyes nervously followed the fox's hand. Alistair brought the candle closer to him and, bracing himself, the wolf thought that he would perhaps burn him, singe his fur, any kind of twisted painful torture. Instead, Alistair simply held the candle up above him at first...

...But then he tipped it. Right above where the wolf's hard cock was being held over his belly.

Realization dawned on the wolf as he watched the fire burn, the melting wax at the top of the candle sliding down to the side. Theo immediately pulled against all four restraints on his limbs, his bed creaking under his strength, but neither wood nor rope gave out. The fox chuckled, continuing to hold his cock against his belly and therefore exposing its underside to the candle above and what was about to happen...

"NO! You can't-!"

And then a droplet of hot wax fell down.

"AAARGH!"

The wolf started to yell, but he grit his teeth and muffled his own scream before it became too loud. With a loud grunt, Theo endured the feeling of the droplet of hot wax cooling down against his most sensitive flesh. It landed right in the middle of his length, right above the knot, and amidst the pain, as Alistair held it down, the fox's paw also started to stroke and knead it, providing a mix of pleasure to the wolf's cock that combined itself with the searing pain of the wax.

Thankfully, the pain didn't last too long. The wax cooled down rapidly and hardened against the wolf's cock, sticking to it, but the pleasure Alistair provided remained. The fox kept stroking him, pleasuring him, keeping the wolf as hard and erect as before while he panted, recovering from the pain. Theo's chest heaved, yet when he looked down, he saw that while Alistair was holding the candle upright again, he still held it above his body, above his cock...

Theo's years splayed against his head.

"Alistair! Please, this is too much, you can't seriously be thinking of dripping more of th- AARGH! FFUCK!"

Before the wolf had even finished his sentence, the devious fox turned the candle sideways to let another droplet of wax fall straight onto his cock. This one fell closer to the tip and Theo found that that felt way worse. The searing pain over his cock returned, momentary yet so high. His canine cock throbbed, the white of the wax visible on its red coloring, and though the pain was hard, the string tied at the base coupled with Alistair's continuous stroking and all the edging he had been subjected to kept him painfully hard.

The hints of pleasure he felt coursing through his body felt like betrayal for Theo. His eyes were tearing up from the pain, he wasn't enjoying that! Yet his cock remained hard as a rock. Alistair let another pause go by with him just pleasuring the wolf's cock while he recovered and, as shameful as it was, Theo could feel the edge of his orgasm approaching again to the fox's paw. It made him feel even more humiliated. The thought of cumming like that, bound and with a fox dripping fucking wax on his cock...!

"Now that's more like a punishment," Alistair said in his same calm tone. His paw continued to work on the wolf's cock as his chest heaved. Theo panted, the high pain on his cock once again shifting into a dull ache where the wax had hardened. "Although you are still being a little loud, your majesty. I give you my word, as a fox, that if any of the guards come here to check you out, I will allow them to see you inside."

The fox kept stroking his cock as he spoke, as if the thought of a guard seeing him like that was something erotic! Theo's ears splayed down even further against his head.

"They'll ask what's going on and I'm going to say I'm just following your orders. Do you think anybody would believe you do not actually want this?"

Theo looked at the fox with a growl. His vision was blurry from the tears but the wolf angrily blinked them away while showing his teeth to Alistair.

"Who in their right mind would WANT something like this?!"

Alistair merely chuckled. "Oh, you'd be surprised." The fox's paw slid down his length to grip at Theo's knot. The wolf gasped as that warm paw squeezed down on it, the paw pads kneading it, providing pleasure... "Do you really think they wouldn't believe me considering how you look? Considering... this?"

Theo looked down at his own cock. It remained there, hard as a rock, and the worst part was that the pleasure given by that damned, cursed fox was making pre-cum drip down from the tip again. It was only because of the prolonged edging, of course! At least, that's what Theo told himself, over and over inside his head, so that the sight, and feeling, of an approaching orgasm didn't feel as humiliating. The fox went as far as trailing his fingers playfully over the dry wax sticking to his cock. He couldn't feel the touch there, but his flesh felt sore and that mix of pain and pleasure returned in a much smaller scale...

Alistair, once again, brought the wolf to a state where he had to hold back not to hump against the fox's paw. He stroked his cock and kneaded his knot until the expression of pleasure in Theo's face was unmistakable. Then, when the wolf's cock was pulsing with need and ready to blow, the fox stopped, as always, earning a groan of pure frustration from the bound wolf.

Theo closed his eyes, panting in desperate need, when his ears twitched as Alistair spoke again.

"Shall we continue?"

Theo's eyes went wide. He lifted his heads to look and see the fox bringing the candle up again while holding his cock down.

...Yet no amount of pleading kept Alistair from moving on with his tortuous punishment. The fox held his cock down and tipped the candle to let another drop of wax hit his member and, once again, Theo almost screamed. That, however, was just the first of many.

The only mercy Alistair provided Theo was giving him a piece of rag to bite on. It muffled the sounds he couldn't help but make every time the fox dripped hot wax directly over his cock again. Those two initial drops became four, then the four became eight... all while, at the same time, Alistair pleasured the wolf, stroking him, caressing him, even going as far as using his tongue again to make sure the king remained as close as possible from the edge of orgasm despite his cock getting covered in hot wax.

By the eight drop, Theo's head lay against the bed while he huffed through his nose and heaved from the pain. The tears had escaped his shut eyes and headed towards the bed. The wolf had no choice but to endure, yet his face still burned in humiliation as Alistair giggled and continued to stroke him. The wax was no longer only on the underside of the wolf's cock, for Alistair had held his hard member in various positions when deciding where he was going to let the next drop fall. It stuck to Theo's member, making even the fox's skillful stroking feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, but not nearly enough to make his pent-up self not enjoy it. The wolf swore he could feel his balls churning, begging to release his seed, and yet...

"...Plleashe," Theo begged through the rag stuck in his mouth. He glanced to the side to see the candle there on the tray while the fox played with his member. It still burned, the liquid wax pooled around the top... The sight of it alone made the wolf more fearful.

"What was that, your majesty?"

Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath feeling the sting of his pride, but he repeated his words.

"Pleeasshe."

"More begging?" the fox inquired. He never stopped stroking the wolf, though. "Perhaps you are starting to learn some manners. Hmm... Well, it looks like I've done a number on your poor little dick. All hot and bothered..."

Theo could feel Alistair's fingers trailing around the wax sticking to his member.

"Would you say you've learned your lesson about touching yourself when you're not allowed?"

The wolf quickly nodded, even if his face felt like it would burn as hot as that candle.

"Even if you're never allowed to touch yourself?"

There was a split second of hesitation that time, but still, Theo nodded.

"That's a good wolf." Alistair gave his cock a few demeaning pets as if giving it a compliment. "In that case, I think we can let you cool down a little bit."

The fox retreated from Theo's cock. Though it still stood there, hard, erect and throbbing, Theo let out a slow sigh of relief through his nose. It was true that he still wanted to cum, more than anything after so long, but it was much, much better to have Alistair away from his member.

The fox himself went back to the tray, filling his glass with the ice cold water and drinking the whole thing in just a few gulps. Alistair let out a happy sigh of satisfaction, smiling down at Theo as if he hadn't been torturing him for the last few hours, and offered the empty glass towards the bound wolf.

"Want some?"

Theo was thirsty, but he would drink his own water when the fox was far away from him. The wolf shook his head and looked away. Alistair just shrugged.

Nevertheless, Theo looked at him again when he saw the fox serving a new glass of water regardless. This time, he let out several pieces of ice slide from the jug towards the glass as well. The wolf merely waited, impatient to be released from those awful bonds, but not daring to urge the fox to do it. The wolf saw Alistair casually bring the glass up to his muzzle, but he didn't drink it. Instead, Alistair smiled down at Theo.

That smile, as friendly and casual as it looked, sent a chill down the wolf's spine. His ears went down again on sheer instinct. The wolf could see malice behind it and at the point, Theo realized that he was wrong. Alistair was not done yet. He had more in store for him. Yet, though Theo's mind started racing with dire urgency to try and figure out what it was, it was not fast enough to anticipate it.

Alistair simply brought the glass filled with ice and water towards Theo and, in a simple motion, dumped the whole thing right over the wolf's erect cock.

"HMMMMFGH!"

Theo yelled through his gag yet again, as loud or maybe even louder than he had when the wax assaulted his cock. The icy cold water against his erection felt like needles for a moment! The fur around his cock and sheath got soaked and pieces of ice fell all over his abdomen and crotch even if most of them rolled over him towards the bed below. The wolf's erection faltered right away, the cold making it want to shrink, but unfortunately wolves didn't quite work like that. His inflated knot wouldn't let his erection sink that fast and the string the fox had tied below it helped as well.

"Woops!" Alistair said, chuckling playfully. "Oh no, perhaps I cooled you down too much?" Immediately as he said that, the fox's paw wrapped itself around the wolf's member. It felt warm against his cold flesh, so the stroking that returned to his member was somewhat welcomed even if Theo was still biting down hard on the cloth inside his muzzle to the high discomfort of the icy feeling.

"Fuucckkkrr!!" the wolf yelled filled with rage. He pulled and pulled against the restraints keeping him bound, but just as before, it was of no use. Alistair kept stroking him fast, making up for the ice and pleasuring him again, yet the discomfort wasn't fully done. Hell, there was a piece of ice sitting right over the wolf's balls that felt hellish! Theo tried to shake his hips to shake it off, but couldn't do it.

"Don't worry, your majesty! I can warm you up again! Maybe with... this?"

Alistair leaned forward and, sucking in a deep breath, Theo was prepared to the feeling of his tongue coming in contact with his cock. It felt... heavenly. That soft, long tongue lapped at his member from the base all the way to the tip, indeed warming it up, and providing such incredible pleasure alongside it. The fox was incredibly skilled with it. Alistair had a way of wrapping it around his length while nuzzling it that drove Theo crazy, and that was before the fox leaned in even closer to take the tip of his cock into his muzzle. The suckling drove Theo crazy. That warm muzzle enveloping his cock, little by little, made the icy feeling slowly fade. As Alistair sucked him off, Theo soon found himself panting, then humping against the fox's muzzle. Alistair kept a hand on his thigh to keep him from humping too far, setting the tone of the blowjob to the same tone it always was: agonizingly slow.

As always, it didn't last long enough. When Theo's knot was back to full size and his cock throbbing in eagerness, the fox slowly pulled out. His tongue flicked the tip of Theo's cock in a way that almost had him whimpering in need despite everything that Alistair had already done to him.

"Feeling hot now, your majesty?"

The fox looked at Theo, who in turn met his eyes. The king's ears remained lowered and he didn't answer right away. Which answer did Alistair want? Reluctantly, the wolf nodded.

"Oh no, maybe I overdid it! Don't worry."

Theo's eyes went wide when he saw the fox filling a new glass with ice and water. The wolf started struggling against his bonds, yelling at Alistair not to do what he thought the fox was going to do, but Alistair completely ignored him.

"HNNNNNNNGGGHFFFFFF!"

Theo's muffled yells filled the room when the second glass of icy water was dumped over his hard cock. The scene repeated itself, with Alistair's hand coming to knead and pleasure him as soon as it happened while the wolf was left to shiver in the deeply uncomfortable feeling of coldness surrounding his forcefully hard member.

What came next, however, was different. Alistair claimed that his muzzle was not enough to warm him up and thus, much to Theo's dismay, the candle was brought up again.

The feeling of hot wax coming to his icy cold cock was so much worse than before. Theo howled through his gag, biting down on it so hard that his sharp fangs poked holes through the rag, and yet still, Alistair didn't stop.

The wolf had no idea for how long it went, but he had indeed been wrong about his punishment being over before. It had barely even started. And the cycle continued...

Alistair would let the wax drip on his cock, edge him, then dump the ice water on him again, edge him once more, and then bring the candle up once again...

There were as many moments that Theo thought he would pass out as there were moments he thought he would cum. When Alistair, laughing like a happy kit, announced that his cock was too covered in wax and he would have to move down to the knot, Theo begged. The king of wolves begged and begged for him to stop, and yet the fox didn't, dripping the hot wax over his knot and making him howl all over again and yearn for the ice. Yet, at the same time, when Alistair playfully placed a piece of ice right into the opening of his sheath where it met the knot to leave it stuck there, Theo struggled against his bonds, humping the air urging for the fox to take it out in a way that Alistair described as 'incredibly funny'.

By the end of that long night, in one thing Alistair was right. Theo's cock felt so sore that the wolf would not want to touch it again for weeks to come.

Too bad it wasn't him that decided when his member would be played with...