Control
Ha ha ha!! Four years since I posted a story. That's gotta be some sort of record!
Ahem.
Yeah. This is basically something that I've had washing around in my brain for the last week or so. I figured the best way to exorcise it was to get it down on keyboard. I kept the characters fairly vague and I'm not entirely sure why. I think I was probably more concerned with the smut. Yes, terrible I know.
Okay. Final serious point. I would love some critique on this if you read it and feel compelled to comment. I need to work on my creative writing if only for my own sanity.
(And maybe not 4 years until my next update...)
Day 1
The package arrived roughly around the time I thought it would. I nodded and smiled to the courier, slipping him a crumpled $5 bill for his troubles before closing the door and walking quickly to my bed. I placed the package down tenderly, unsure if the contents would be fragile or not. Having received such packages before, the cliché of 'expect the unexpected' always seemed to serve me well.
I gingerly removed the packing tape, tossing it to one side before slowly peeling back the cardboard folds. Though my actions were slow and deliberate I was having a very hard time not tearing the cardboard to pieces and finding out the contents of my mystery package. Only my perverse little game of anticipation that I always played with these held me back. Curiosity kills some cats but it thrills the hell out of me.
I leaned toward the box hesitantly, my whiskers twitching a little as I inhaled, trying to glean some clue from the scent of the items within. Aside from a faint hint of metal, the innards of the box were unwilling to betray their identities so easily. Throwing caution to the wind (and, frankly, unable to wait any longer), I then reached eagerly in and extracted the items.
My eyes widened a touch as I regarded the devices; a flash of chrome glinting back at me. This was going to be a rough one.
Day 4
I woke slowly, light filtering into the corners of my bedroom and playing across the assorted mess of the floor. It was a welcome change from the usual blaring of my alarm clock. Light is a good deal quieter and generally waits until a more reasonable time of day. However that's not to say it still wasn't a rude awakening. For a feline, any awakening is a rude one.
Stretching and yawning as only a feline can, the tip of my tail flitted back and forth as I worked a night's worth of cramp and kink out of my joints. There is a subtle and graceful poetry in a feline's stretches but one of the more entertaining ones was now denied to me. My right paw reached down and involuntarily brushed against the metallic chastity belt fixed solidly around my waist. The glorious morning wood that I would now be languidly stroking and squeezing pressed almost painfully against the tight confines of the metal tube, straining to escape the unforgiving prison.
The chastity cage was one of two naughty surprises that awaited in the box sent to me. I slinked my way out from underneath the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, still a little irked from not being able to stroke myself to rapture. Woozily, my eyes fell to the bedside cabinet and the contents of the package. Aside from the damnable belt confining my swollen member there was a small card bearing a single word in a neat cursive font.
"Control."
The other item, standing on my bedside cabinet silently taunting me, was a rather imposing black buttplug. No, not just a buttplug, a BUTTPLUG.
I reached out and picked up the heavy item, my paw wrapping around the wide shaft at the base. This thing wasn't going to be easy to insert; not by any stretch of the imagination. From a relatively thin tip it smoothly spread out to slightly thicker than the width of a coke can before suddenly dropping off to a thinner neck and a flared base. Working it into my ass normally would have been a delightful challenge. Shoving the monster home while my cock twitched and drooled inside its metal confines? That was going to be a nasty one.
Thankfully, the brief instructions I received along with the package instructed me not to insert the plug until shortly before my... encounter.
Gritting my teeth, I shook my head to clear my head of the filthy images swimming around in there. It was going to be a very long time until Friday.
Day 8
I rapped my fist a few times on the apartment door and adopted a suitably humble pose. The journey across town had been... interesting, and it was finally time! The plug had been almost nightmarish as I made my way through the busy city. Each careful step I took would shift it around inside my tight hole, making it grind against my prostate and forcing my restrained cock to dribble like a leaky faucet. A full week without release had left me very sensitive and I knew very well that the key to the infernal thing was in this apartment.
My knocking was rewarded with a deep voice which rumbled the word "Come.". Hardly wanting to disappoint I opened the door and stepped nervously into a sparse yet functional apartment. The bare minimum of furnishings decorated the modestly sized room, a plain bed taking up one corner and a small cluster of chairs and a television in another.
Between these stood a well built wolf probably in his mid to late 30s. Given his attire, there was no mistaking what was going to happen here today. He wore a solitary leather waistcoat over his broad furry chest, his bottom half kitted out in a pair of fairly tight leather trousers. Though trying to maintain some air of humility I couldn't help but sneak a look towards his crotch where I spied a very healthy looking bulge ruining the otherwise perfect line of his pants. A slight purr escaped my lips.
The well sculpted wolf moved barely a muscle, looking me up and down before practically snarling a single word.
"Strip."
Feeling rather compelled to obey, I began to hastily remove my clothing. It would have been rude to do otherwise...
Day 8 - Later
The wolf had dressed me a little more appropriately for the days events. The chastity belt had been removed, allowing my modest cock to swell rapidly into a raging erection. The fresh breeze against my engorged member was wonderful though it would be nothing compared to the tender ministrations of my paw.
He'd seen fit to prevent this.
The powerful lupine had secured my arms in a leather binder. They were now tied tightly behind my back and safely out of the way. He'd even hiked up my tail and clipped it to the binder, exposing the base of the hefty plug secured snugly in my ass.
Finally he had secured a ring gag in my maw, keeping my jaws open and, rather embarrassingly, causing me to drool heavily. All things considered I must have looked quite the picture as my slender frame squirmed about slightly, trying to get some friction on my exposed shaft while the wide plug shifted around in my rear. I had been trying to push it out with a limited degree of success. I could get it out to a certain degree but the stretch on my tailhole was just too much. I would always have to relax and let it slurp lewdly back into my depths. It was providing wonderful stimulation but not enough, not nearly enough.
All the while the wolf had been sat in one of the chairs watching me, staying as quiet as a statue while he regarded my trussed up form with what I assumed was a degree of satisfaction. It must have been 15, maybe 20 minutes since he had prepared me. I had no idea what his next plans were but I couldn't help thinking that they would be interesting.
"Okay. I think you've had enough time now. Perhaps we should start with the show."
He stood up, reaching a paw down to rearrange the bulge in his crotch before walking over to the bed. For a large creature he seemed to carry himself very gracefully, every move seeming well rehearsed. He squatted down to retrieve an item from a box beneath the bed. There was a rattling of chain and I craned my neck, my curiosity piqued as I tried to see over his shoulder.
The wolf turned round to face me with a dark smile on his muzzle, an item in each of his paws connected by a long thin chain. I gasped as I recognised the items and my cock involuntarily twitched. The wolf was holding a pair of butterfly clamps. I had only ever used them a few times and one thing that I definitely knew? They hurt. BAD.
He wasted no time. Closing the distance between the two of us he reached forward to my chest to attach the first clamp to me, slowly letting the little rubber pads make contact with my proudly standing nipple before squeezing gradually harder. I made an incoherent sound which could have been a gasp, my cock spasming involuntarily at the slowly growing flash of pain. I was no stranger to nipple play but these things made me feel like I was a total beginner. He let go of the first clamp with a soft chuckle, the other clamp dangling from the pretty little chain and swinging slowly back and forth.
"Let's see if we can make this interesting for you. Kitties like games, don't they?" He rumbled, a wry smirk playing across his muzzle. He reached down for the other clamp and I closed my eyes tightly, expecting the familiar harsh bite on my other exposed nipple. However, it didn't come immediately. The wolf reached up and threaded the clamp through a little hook in the ceiling before pulling it back down towards my chest. I cracked open one eye curiously just in time to see the cunning wolf's actions. Realising what he planned to do I struggled a little, then mewled pitifully through the gag as his actions impacted on the already attached clamp, lifting the end up and tugging gently. Gentle the tug may have been but it still caused the clamp to tighten momentarily and send a surge of pain through my tender nipple. Ignoring my lewd moan, the wolf swiftly and decisively prepared my nipple with one paw and attached the clamp to it.
It was almost intolerable. Waves of pain and discomfort mingled with a faint undertone of lust and pleasure. The wicked little devices squeezed unrelentingly due to being hooked through the roof. However, realising that I could take a little of the pressure off if I stood on the tips of my toes, I very quickly did so.
"Mmm. That's good..." the wolf muttered, his paw reaching down to cup my dangling balls . A firm squeeze and another soft moan from my lips. "...but I think you need to be given a little more control over things to make this really interesting.". I must confess to being utterly in the dark about what he said at the time. My arms were bound behind my back. I was pretty much rooted to the spot without causing traumatic pain to my nipples. Hell, even my tail was hiked well up out of the way. Short of moving my head, I could hardly be considered in control. In hindsight, though, he -was- right.
He rummaged again through his toybox and fished out some kind of little leather affair. Like some sort of cone with a few chains attached. I tilted my head a little and then, figuring out what it was and the implications of what it would do, I began to shake my head a little as he knelt down in front of me and gripped my fuzzy orbs firmly.
I heard, rather than felt, the snap of the press studs as my tormentor attached the ball parachute around my sac. I had a sinking feeling that I knew exactly what he planned. Sure enough, he then took the chain and pulled firmly. I wailed loudly as my balls were tugged downwards by the unrelenting pouch, forcing me down from the tips of my toes and bringing back that harsh pressure on my chest. The wolf attached the chain to a similar hook in the floor and then stood back to admire his handiwork, a smugly satisfied grin on his face.
What a sight I must have been. Drool flowing freely from my stretched open maw thanks to the ring gag, long strands of glistening liquid dribbled down onto my chest and over those bastard clamps. I had to keep moving onto the tips of my toes to take pressure off my poor nipples. That would shortly be followed by the reverse owing to my balls being stretched to the limit. I was almost constantly moving, a twitching mewling work of art crafted by the skilled paws of my tormentor. And the worst part of it all? Despite my unintelligible protests I was absolutely loving it!
The wolf then hooked a thumb in either side of his pants, pulling them down agonisingly slowly and making my eyes widen. I knew what was in there. I had seen the bulge and it had done a very poor job of masking the contents. His actions revealed inch after inch of already hard, already dripping cock. Deep ebony in colour and painfully ready for action, there was realistically only one place this monster was going. Given my current predicament, it was going to be rough.
"Nnnnguh, mmmmrrrrgh nuh" I uttered, saliva streaming from my pried open maw. I can't tell you now whether I was begging for it, asking him to be gentle or just uttering meaningless syllables. Coherent thought was pretty far from my mind at that point.
Moving quickly around to my rear, the wolf reached his paw out to grip the base of the buttplug deeply nestled in my bowels. Jolts of pleasure leaked out of my cock in the form of precum as the wolf wiggled the plug back and forth a few times teasingly before solidly yanking out the large toy.
There was a sudden intense flash as the plug exited my body rapidly, my hole distended with the sudden absence of the invader. I blushed hard as such an intimate area was revealed; quite hilarious really when compared to what had been visited on me previously. However I guessed that it wasn't going to be empty for long as I heard the pumping of a container of lubricant and the improper squelching of a large black shaft being slickened.
"Okay, here's how it's going to be." he growled menacingly, his breath hot against my ear as each word hammered home like a freight train. "I'm going to shove my cock in your ass and I'm going to to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast because that's what a subby little bitch like you wants". He reached his paws around my body and took a hold of the clamps attached to my nipples, giving each of them a rather rough tug before quickly and roughly detaching both of them.
If I thought it had been painful before then that was nothing to what I now felt. Blood rushed back to each tormented nub, bringing with it a surge of fresh pain and a long mewling cry from my ring gag. The burst of pain, of course, was quickly followed up by further ministrations. I was hardly going to escape that easily.
The wolf whipped the chain down from the hook in the ceiling, tossing the clamps to one side and letting them clatter against the smooth wooden floor of the apartment. I turned my head to follow the sound which gave the wolf exactly the distraction he was aiming for.
I yowled, my eyes closing tightly as a finger and thumb combo harshly gripped each of my nipples, the wolf pressing himself firmly up against my back. His cock jabbed fleetingly against my gaping tailhole, not quite entering but there wasn't going to be a damn thing I could do to stop him. Even if my arms had been free I would have been busy reaching up to my nipples to try and relieve some of the burning ache.
"If you want a safeword I'll be happy to oblige" he uttered, rolling my tormented nipples back and forth between his nimble digits. "Your safeword is when that cock of yours sprays a load across the room. Because I'm not stopping until you do. Even if I've cum. Even if we're tied and you're screaming for me to stop. You, are going, to be, FUCKED!"
The wolf punctuated each of the last words with another jab of his cock against my waiting hole, the final word a guttural growl as he forced himself forward and plunged his entire shaft into my waiting depths.
Had I not previously been plugged, had he not applied generous amounts of lube to his member, I might have passed out from the pain. As it was I was still forced forward by his sudden thrust, the fact that my balls were still tethered to the floor escaping me until that critical point. The chain pulled tight, yanking my balls away from my body and eliciting another scream from me, forcing me to move backwards again. Back into his waiting cock as it surged forward for another hammering blow.
He'd planned this perfectly. Each of his jackhammering thrusts, each squelch of that massive cock forcing into my rear jerked me forward into the paws abusing my nipples. Each time, the leather arrangement on my balls would tug them away from my body and force me backwards for the lewd cycle to start again.
It must have been a good five minutes, I honestly couldn't tell you. To me each thrust was a week, a month, a frankly immeasurable period of time. Each time the wolf forced that beast of a cock into my clenching pucker time seemed to stop. The room blurred, my vision tunnelled and the only things that mattered were my throbbing nipples being squeezed roughly, my aching balls being tugged over and over, my dribbling cock and that gargantuan shaft plunging in and out of me like a machine. Relentless. Rhythmic. Merciless.
My senses were overloading. My chest was a matted mess from the sheer amount of drool which had thus far leaked from my gaping maw. However, that was nothing compared to the small puddle of precum sitting at my feet. My cock had been solid as a rock ever since it had been removed from the chastity device and had been oozing a steady stream of the clear sticky fluid. I was, frankly, close to passing out from the massive stimulation. Then, it happened.
I felt the feral beast behind me change his rhythm, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper as he shoved his canine prick deep into my aching tailhole. His paws dropped away from my nipples and gripped my hips roughly, granting him additional leverage as he snarled into my ear. Even through the bleary haze of pleasure and pain I knew exactly what was going to happen next. Oh God. He was going to knot me!
Sure enough I felt the base of his cock begin to swell with each inward thrust. His hefty cock had already stretched my innards fairly well but this would be like putting 10 pounds of sugar in a 5 pound bag! I wailed and threw my head back, feeling one particularly sizeable thrust and then a rapid swelling as he locked tight with his bitch. The pressure was immense as it grew to what felt like the size of a fist and I felt it twitching, pumping load after load of his hot cum deep inside my guts.
If I thought that would stop him I was very mistaken. Once he was sure of a good tie he began to thrust again, rutting back and forward as far as his fat knot would permit. My cock tingled and burned like it was on fire as I felt his swollen organ jerking around inside me, each outward movement threatening to yank it right out before it would surge back in again. My wails reached a crescendo and I came. No, more than that. I exploded. I gushed. All that pleasure and agony swirled together and burst out of my bouncing shaft like a fire hose, splattering the wall of the apartment with a weeks worth of pent up seed.
The thrusting canine behind me seemed to let out a satisfied bark at my eruption. He thrust his knotted cock as far as it would go into my depths, a thin trickle of his jism leaking out from behind his knot and dribbling down the cone tugging fiercely on my spasming balls. He'd got exactly what he wanted and he could now concentrate on pouring as much of his load into my well reamed bowels as he was able.
Weakness seemed to flood through me. My legs trembled and I felt myself stumble. It had been far too much for me to take and my climax had stripped me of my last remaining reserves of energy. Had I not been caught by a pair of thick grey arms I would surely have collapsed to the ground, dragging the knotted canine with me. The room swam, I made a gurgling sound which I can only assume was a plea for help before I blacked out.
Day 8 - Later still
I stirred a little and groaned. Having little memory of how much time had passed I ran through a mental check list, noting that I was still completely nude but there was no longer any form of constriction around my balls. My arms were no longer bound and, more obviously, there was a lack of swollen cock in my ass.
I gingerly reached down towards my rear, wincing at the stiffness in my arms as I touched a careful finger against my still sore hole. I gasped softly and tensed, the digit encountering a still gaping hole with what felt to be a healthy splattering of wolf semen smeared around it. The air was still heavy with the thick smell of sex, my own matted fur probably carrying a great deal of the lusty scent.
Searching around the room I quickly located my clothes, thoughtfully folded into a neat pile. I dressed slowly and deliberately, not wanting to disturb anything in the once-again pristine apartment. I made it as far as the door before I remembered something important. Reaching into my pant pocket, I pulled out a familiar piece of card.
"Control."
I smirked a little and turned it over, checking that the information I had written earlier that day was correct. In the spaces provided I had neatly written my name, contact details, credit card number and a date one month from now. I placed the small card carefully down on the bedside table as per usual and turned to walk slowly out of the door. As I headed back to my apartment I chuckled to myself. It would be tricky waiting for the courier but the best things really do cum in those who wait!