Tan
#1 of Tan
Tan
By Peter "WhiteFire" Torkelson
Copyright (C) 1998 - 2007
Edited by Keepiru 12/19/98
Edited by WhiteFire 1/10/07
NOTES:
This is my first attempt at writing anything other than tinysex on a muck. My English skills leave something to be desired, and the only reason any of the grammar is correct was Keepiru making sarcastic remarks over my shoulder as this was edited. (The notes he gave me on the story may well have had the same word count as the story itself.)
DISCLAIMER:
This story contains (but is not limited to) the following elements that may be considered offensive by some or all people: Homosexual sex, bondage, domination, fetish clothing, sadomasochism, poor grammar, anthropomorphic characters in sexual situations, abrupt perspective shifts, stereotypes, and a lack of realism on some issues such as STDs. (As note: I strongly believe in safe sex, I just don't like to worry about it in my fantasies.)
If this would offend you, well, I warned you. If you are too young in your local or national fascist regime to read pornography, stop reading right here. Then stop pretending you have a sexuality until you ARE allowed to read it. And try and remember this when you have kids and are voting.
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TAN
Tan yawned and rolled onto his back. He stretched, pressing his slender chest up into the air, and blinked his eyes open in the dim light. The fox grinned a bit to himself, finding himself in the dungeon. It was hardly the first time he woke here after a play party.
Gods he was stiff. He stretched again and looked around. He was the only one left. He must have slept until noon. He was glad he didn't have any appointments today, not that he ever made any for the day after a party.
With his usual energy he crawled out of the futons and pillows that was affectionately known as "the harem." Most were not allowed to crash the night here, but he was on terribly good terms with the owners.
The fox walked nude and unashamed past the cell, by the rack, under the rings bolted in the ceiling. He felt terribly at home here. He opened the back door of the basement and walked up the stairs into the fenced back yard, and past the hot tub, still finding no one about. He shrugged to himself, and feeling a bit grungy, he decided to get himself clean.
The shower, such as it was, is just this shower head on a pipe over the concrete pad the hot tub was on. There was no curtain, but that hardly bothered him. Everyone who lived in the house had seem him much more than nude. He turned on the water, got it nice and hot, and stepped into it, lifting his muzzle up into the stream and letting it run over his sore body. He moaned softly as it soaked into his fur, feeling wonderful, and bringing out the ache along his shoulders and
ass.
Tan grabbed up a few handfuls of shampoo and worked them into his face fur, rubbing it in good, finding he had some dried cum in it. As he did, he thought back to what gave that ache. He remembered the tall, handsome black wolf in tight leather, strong without being a muscle man. He remembered how the wolf had teased him, how those big hands had covered his chest, his ass. Even though this was the wolf's first party, he had conned the fox into submitting to a beating, and
all the rest.
He realized suddenly that his thin fingers had stopped washing his chest and were now massaging his sore nipples, and how terribly tight his sheath felt. He lowered one hand down his trim belly to cup his smooth shaven ballsac. He moaned softly into the shower of water.
It was not until then that he really felt something was odd. He stroked that slick hand up over his sheath, and yipped in surprise. He had fallen asleep in that? He squeezed his sheath over the chastity toy, a small metal tube which was slid down into his sheath, surrounding his cock like an inner metal sheath. He chuckled at himself a bit as he lifted his hand to the tip of his sheath, and again yipped, louder, when rather than finding his sheath-ring there, he found a small padlock.
Hastily he wiped the soap from his eyes and looked down at himself, eyes wide. He stared at his cock-sheath, and the lock at the tip of it, just able to make out the metal through the slit. He pulled a bit, and found that sure enough, it was securely locked in place through his piercing.
What was even more puzzling, he realized with a bit of fright, was that he could not remember how it had gotten there... much less where the key was.
Tan was so lost in these thoughts that he nearly screamed when he felt hands on his ass. He has not even noticed Andy, a sable who was one of the owners of the house, walking up behind him, who confirmed his identity by saying, "You act like you don't remember how you got that, fox. Here, let me help you." The fox just stood there, ears laid back, not wanting to admit that was exactly the case.
The sable started "helping" by rubbing shampoo firmly into the fur of his ass, kneading and massaging it in, making him moan softly from it. He decided to finish getting clean as he tried to recall what happened last night, and he rather hastily rubbed down the fur of his thighs and belly.
His mind wandered to the night before. He had come in, nuzzled and kissed and groped half the people here, got seduced by that big black wolf. Bound, whipped, teased, fucked, teased a lot more, some C&BT... Oh gods was the wolf good with that. He didn't know he could hurt that much and still want to cum that bad. He remembered begging and whimpering how he would do anything to cum as he was held on the edge... anything at all.
He suddenly stood very straight up as he remembered what he had promised, making a little squeak in his throat, just as Andy's cock pressed up under his tail.
Andy laughed and said, "You ARE a jumpy thing today, aren't you? C'mon Tan, you know what to do with this..." The sable had wrapped one arm around the fox's chest, and was teasing one of his nipples. He let out a groan, but quickly decided that getting fucked with this cock-sheath may not be the best of ideas right now. He turned around and dropped to his knees quickly.
Andy was surprised at what the little fox was doing, but he certainly was not going to complain. The artsy fox had a well known muzzle. That muzzle was being pressed over his hard cock, now. Soft, tight, hot... The vulpine's slender hands caressed his balls. Hell no, there were no complaints from the sable as he was sucked off in the back yard under the hot shower. There were just deep moans, shaking thrusts, and a climax that made him throw his head back.
The sable sank down to his knees to hug his old friend against his chest while he recovered. Tan took him by surprise by asking, "Who was that black wolf? I had not seen him before." Tan asking the name of a handsome wolf was not shocking in of itself, even one that he had played with. He knew the fox to be lousy with names, but after what that wolf had done to him last night, he was sure they must have known each other.
Andy said, "Oh dear gods, you HAD to have known him... Didn't you?" He paused, and saw it in Tan's face. "Tan! Good gods, you let him do that to you with out knowing him at all?!"
Tan, for his part, could only hide his face against Andy's chest and nod. "Damn it, Tan. I know you know better than that," said Andy. He meant it too. Tan had always been the model of a responsible, if insatiably slutty, bottom.
Tan whimpered softly, "I'm sorry" into Andy's chest-fur. He was feeling rather ashamed of himself, knowing perfectly well Andy was right. No negotiation, nothing, just right into it, and here he was with his cock locked up with no idea how to get a hold of the guy.
Andy said, "Let's get you out of the shower." He sighed. "I never could stay mad at you, even when you deserved it." They got up and rinsed, and the two found towels and dried themselves. They wandered into the house, and Andy hmmmmed to himself, finally saying, "He came in with Randy and Tim. Oh gods, what WAS that wolf's name... Tommy, no... Thomas, that was it."
The sable looked down at Tan and blinked at the distant, slightly dreamy look. That name apparently rang a bell with him. He said, "Oh hell, your sweet over him, aren't you?"
Tan came back with a start, partly at what Andy said, and partly because the sable squeezed his sheath over the metal inner lining to get his attention. He blushed a lot in his big ears, laying back hardly for the fist time today. "I, um, well..."
Andy asked Tan, "Do you want it cut off?" giving the lock a flick with his finger. He looked oddly at the fox shaking his head. After a pause he said, "If you go to meet him, leave the name and number here, fox. That's an order."
Tan blushed, but was deeply touched by his friend's concern for him. He said softly, "Yes sir," not even being sarcastic about it. He looked up at the sable's loving eyes, and kissed him deeply, wanting to show how that made him feel.
They hugged tightly for a time, and then went off to fetch Tan's clothes. Tan pulled on the tight shorts and cutoff shirt. He hugged and kissed Andy again. The sable said, "Be careful, fox. If this guy was not a friend of Randy, I'd tell you not even to consider it."
As he walked the few blocks home, Tan really wished he had bothered to wear underwear that night. The feeling of his shaven sac rubbing against his fur and the tight shorts was driving him mad, especially because as his shaft tried to stiffen, it pressed tightly into it's prison, reminding him constantly of it.
He ran up the stairs to his loft, hastily unlocking the door and stripping just inside it, tossing his clothes over the dividing wall hiding his bed. He groaned and flopped onto the couch, running a hand over his sheath, gripping it firmly over the metal tube within. He briefly tried to jack himself off before deciding it was just plain impossible since he could not get close to fully hard in there. He managed another frustrated groan and whimper.
He took a little while to examine the device, spreading his sheath over the tip of it as much as he could. There was a slit in the metal covering his cock-tip just in the right place for him to pee. "Great," he thought, "it's meant for extended wear." It was even smoothed on the edges so it would not irritate.
He looked at the time; it was only three. Randy worked normal hours, so he would not be home for a while. He set about trying to get some work done.
An hour later he gave up. There was no way in hell he was going to get any sculpting done like this. He dragged out a sketchbook to pass the time, and found all he could draw was a big, black wolf in several lurid poses.
He tossed the sketchbook onto the coffee table, insanely thankful that he had no clients to entertain today.
Several hours and a dinner later, he was on the phone to Randy. It rang, and rang again, and yet a third time, and he fidgeted. Finally someone picked up, but he didn't recognize the voice. "Hello," it said simply. Tan asked, "Is Randy there?" "No, afraid not, can I take a message for him?" "Um... Yeah, tell him Tan was calling, looking for his friend Thomas?"
There was a pause, and a chuckle, and the voice said, "You found him, fox."
Tan found a lump in his throat, and he managed not to squeak into the receiver. He swallowed it down and said, "Um, hello Thomas, I... ur, I seem to have something of yours." Gods he sounded dumb.
Thomas seemed to find that all the more amusing, and said, "Would you care to discuss it, fox? Over dinner perhaps?"
Tan blurted out that he had just eaten, and Thomas responded, "Oh, well, I'm visiting the area, so how about we just skip to your place, hmmmm, fox?"
He found himself meekly agreeing, and giving out his address and directions. They agreed on two hours from then, around eight. As he hung up he groaned at himself, and accused himself out loud, "You fucking slut. Oh gods."
He called Andy and told him. Andy told him to call back tomorrow morning and check in.
He put on a mesh shirt, and his tight shorts. Hell, the wolf had met him nude, hard, with a cock-ring. There was little sense in trying to make an upscale impression on him now. He passed the time away picking up his place, to the point that he nearly jumped out of his fur when the door bell rang.
Thomas was there when he opened the door. All of Thomas. The wolf apparently took advantage of the privacy of the interior stairs to his loft to not only strip, but get himself hard. Mouth agape, he could not find anything to say. He looked up into Thomas' eyes, breath catching in his throat.
The wolf smiled back at him, and with an almost tender touch reached behind his head, pulling him down to his knees. He found a black hard cock pressed to his lips. He could offer no resistance to it. He closed his eyes as his muzzle was gently urged over it, soon finding himself pressing up onto it and suckling it, wanting it. He reached up and stroked the wolf's strong thighs, and over his heavy sac. The grip on his head loosened to a gentle touch as he drove the fox's muzzle up and down his thick cock. He kept his large ears perked forward to listen to each gentle moan, and swallowed every droplet of precum as it was offered to him.
Thomas seemed content to let the fox pleasure him, only thrusting a little at his muzzle even as he grew close. Tan trembled as he pressed back against each thrust, licking at the underside of the wolf's shaft. Tan closed one hand around his knot as it started to swell, jerking up against the underside with ringed fingers, until he was rewarded by a deep groan from above, and a thick pulse of the wolf's seed over his tongue, into his throat. He swallowed it, along with the rest of the wolf's climax, moaning softly around his cock as it slowed.
Thomas pulled him off his cock, and lifted him to his feet, the wolf's hands strong around his shoulders even right after filling his muzzle. Thomas chuckled and asked him, "Mind if I come in?"
"N-no Sir," Tan stammered. He immediately cursed himself for calling Thomas 'Sir', not to mention having the will power of a wet noodle.
Thomas walked in and took a seat on the couch. Tan tried to adjust himself before turning to walk back over to the kitchen, asking, "would you like something to drink?" This prompted a quick exchange that ended in orange juice. He took a moment to brush his fur down behind the fridge, and try and get his wits about him. By the time he brought the glasses back to the couch, he found Thomas leafing through the sketchbook he had forgotten on the table. He nearly dropped the glasses, and only shakily managed to get them down on the table.
It didn't help that Thomas had clearly found the sketches of him, and he was grinning in a almost feline way.
Thomas said, "I see your an artist. I'm flattered."
Tan stammered, "Thanks.." and wished he could crawl into a hole and pull it in after him. He knew he must be blushing hot enough to be seen through his red fur.
The wolf's expression seemed to soften, and he said, "I think we do need to talk. We have been terribly casual about this." He gestured to couch next to him. "Sit, please?" Tan sat next to him, hands in his lap. He replied, "Yes, definitely," not know where to start.
Thomas apparently did. "Well, I know what you agreed to, but that was without any negotiation, and under the influence of a good beating. I'd like to discuss that with you. I'll start by telling you what I'd like."
Tan was amazed. The wolf seemed to be in control of everything around him, in or out of scene. He went on to explain how he was in town for two months working at some financial place downtown, and that he didn't really know anyone locally other than Randy, who was letting him stay there, and how while he was good friends with Randy, he could never really top him. Eventually he outright said, "Randy told me a little about you, and from what I've seen I agree. I'd like you to be my slave while I'm in town, Tan."
Tan's eyes got wide at that, and Thomas put a finger over his lips. "Don't answer yet, cutie, let me finish." He went on to explain the arrangement he was looking for. It was well thought out, everything from making sure it did not interfere with Tan's work, to safeword, to asking about what Tan did and did not enjoy.
Thomas finished his offer by placing a key in Tan's hand. He closed Tan's fingers over it, saying, "That's what I want, and if it's not something you'd like, I won't hold you up to that promise."
Tan forced himself to look away from the big wolf's eyes. Gods knew if he looked there he would not be able to think this through rationally. He opened his hand and looked down at the key that would unlock his sheath and free his cock. He was amused at the symbology of that. He then forced himself to think, working through the objections, the desires, the fears. He didn't know this wolf, but he was trusted by good people. He could get out of it if he wanted. It was for six weeks. This was not a permanent thing.
And it had been so long since he had anyone to call master.
Thomas watched the fox, and the distant look of concentration worried him. Perhaps he had gone too far, too fast. This was incredibly forward of him. He was opening his muzzle to speak when the fox got down on his knees before him, and said softly, "This key is yours, Master," offering it up on the palm of his hand.
The wolf took it, a grin spreading over his muzzle. He lifted the chain over his head, resting the key on his thick chest-fur. He lifted Tan's muzzle with a finger, looking down into the fox's... No, his slave's, eyes. Almost in a whisper, he said, "A slave should not make his Master feel under dressed."
Tan blushed in his ears, flattening them back, standing before the wolf quickly. Thomas was already nude, so he had no idea why stripping now would make him so terribly nervous. He pulled his shirt over his head, and took a moment to brush down his fur. His blush deepened as he noticed Thomas's smirk at that bit of vanity. He unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed them off his hips, letting them drop to the floor. As he kicked them off to the side, he left his legs spread, and put his arms at his back, keeping his eyes down.
Thomas's large hand slipped between his spread legs, cupping his balls, squeezing them gently. Tan moaned, tail flicking a little, and then made a little whimper as he felt his cock try desperately to stiffen in that metal sheath. It had been less than a day, and it already felt like forever to the fox.
Tan was startled out of his thoughts by a swat on his rear. He made a little yip and looked up at Thomas as the wolf said, "fetch my bag, Slave." Tan followed the wolf's gaze over to the door, to the soft sided leather briefcase, with the wolf's clothes folded neatly on top of it. He had not even noticed it before. He reluctantly moved away from the light caress on his shaven ballsac, and quickly he moved to get the bag. He kneeled before Thomas, holding it up to him.
Thomas let him hold it as he unzipped a compartment, and pulled out some papers and a pen, putting them on the table, saying, "I always thought slaves should come with a manual... fill this out, fox, it's your contract."
Tan was a bit startled by this. He set the bag down to turn and look at it. The cover was simple. It just said, "Slave." Looking inside, it began as a questionnaire. The first section of it listed medical conditions with checkboxes next to them, all recognizable to him as things that could get in the way of some forms of play. He shrugged. His master was extremely organized. He can live with that. He started filling it out, glad there were few of these boxes that applied to him.
Just as he had gotten started, he felt something between his thighs, as Thomas reached between them to fondle his sac again. Tan felt another wrapping around his chest, fingers brushing over his nipple-ring. He moaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment as the wolf's chest pressed against his shoulders. He heard a soft whisper: "Slave, don't stop, and tell me if I distract you to much."
That word again. It made his breath pause again, and he whispered back, "yes, Sir." He shook his head a bit to get his attention back on what he was doing, trying to ignore the aching need of his loins. The second page was longer, and had a different set of questions. It was a table, a list of kinks, each with a checkbox for "fantasized about", "consent to", and "desire."
As he filled it out, some of it was obvious: bondage, watersports, submission, exhibitionism, and so forth. Most of it he could easily answer. A few stopped him, and sent shivers down his spine. Love? Snuff? That one made him stop. Was this wolf crazy, or was he testing him? Toying with him? He calmed down and finished that section.
The next page requested specifics about when he would need out of scene time: work, lovers, anything like that. There was not much he required outside of non-interference with work.
The following page was a set of rules. They covered what he was allowed to wear, which was most of the time nothing he was not told to, how to address his Master, and how he was to report to him. At first he found it a bit odd, but as he read them, he realized he appreciated them, to know in detail what was expected of him, and what his place was.
He read that page twice, which earned him a softly whispered, "good boy" and a kiss on the neck that made him shiver all the way down his spine. As he turned the last page, he found two signature lines facing him. One had under it, simply, "Slave", the other, "Master." The first stated, "I offer myself willingly under the terms of this document to my master." The other read, "I accept this slave under the terms of this document."
Thomas pulled him tight against his chest, stopping the light caress to just hold him. Tan realized suddenly that the wolf had grown very erect again, and that he was pressing back against it. Thomas whispered to him, "Last chance, Tan. Back out now and I will understand completely. This is a lot to ask." He paused, letting that sink in. Thomas whispered with an almost animal hunger in his voice, a growl to it, "But I ask it because I WANT you, fox." With that, the wolf squeezed him tight against him, warm against his back, and thrust against his rear, rubbing his hard cock against Tan's ass.
Tan's breath came in little gasps, and he closed his eyes. He found himself savoring the hand that covered his chest, the touch of the bigger canid behind him, his scent, his overwhelming strength. The hard shaft teasing him seemed almost secondary to that. With that, he opened his eyes and picked up the pen. He heard a whisper in his ear, saying softly, "sign as slave." He swallowed, and, did, writing in neat script, "Slave" over the line.
Thomas took the pen from his hand, and with a growl lowered his muzzle down to grab the side of Tan's neck in his teeth as he signed, just as simply, "Master." Tan moaned as he watched, as he felt those teeth hold his neck, shuddering as his life was accepted by Thomas... no, by his Master.
His newfound master seemed content to revel in this feeling for a while as well. The wolf ran his claws over his chest, tugged at his nipple rings, stroked his fingers over Tan, exploring his new property. He teased with his cock, rubbing it against the fox's soft fur, but not giving it to him. Eventually he picked up the papers and flipped through them. After finishing them he said, "Good, I like and honest slave."
Tan blushed noticeably at that, and it earned him a chuckle from Thomas. The wolf got up behind him and said, "Show me what sort of toys you have, boy."
Softly Tan said, "This way, Sir," and lead him to the partitioned off back of his home. What was there brought a low whistle from Thomas, who remarked, "Very nice, Slave. I am pleased." A lot of it was the tall, wide, oak bed, a California king, with a large headboard and fairly obvious D-rings mounted along the edges of it. To either side stood a matching dresser.
Tan opened one of the dresser drawers, revealing a decent variety of play toys: cuffs, dildos, rope, chains, locks, and so on. Perhaps better than decent, all told. It actually surprised the wolf when Tan said, "The more unusual things are in the other drawers, Sir." He hesitated and admitted, "I know a raccoon that does leather work rather well."
Thomas looked through the first drawer, and closed it to open the second. It was mostly filled with various clothing, some in rubber, some more interesting. Out of the third drawer he pulled out a complex set of leather straps. Its function is made clear by a rubber bit with a small attached dildo.
The wolf looked up at Tan and said, "Come here, slave." His tail flicked nervously but he obeyed, standing before Thomas, muzzle lifted to receive the bridle. The bit and dildo were fed to him as the straps were pulled over his muzzle. He leaned his head forward, closing his eyes, caressing the latex toy in his mouth with his tongue as the straps were secured.
Thomas pulled out the reins as well. The fox could not bring himself to meet the wolf's eyes, or the grin on his muzzle. The wolf snapped them onto the rings at the corners of Tan's jaws, and let them hang from his muzzle. He closed the third drawer and opened the top one again, pulling out a set of three connected leather cuffs. Using the reins, he turned Tan's back to himself. The middle and smaller of the three went around the base of the fox's tail, snugly secured. His wrists followed, forced behind his back, crossed just above his tail base.
Having the fox secured thus, Thoams pulled the reins over Tan's head, and snapped them against his back. He used them to walk Tan around the apartment once, guiding him with gentle tugs on his reins. The wolf watched with pleasure at how his slave responded to the jerks on his muzzle. Tan, for his part, kept his tail low, and his ears back.
Tan was next lead to the bed. Thomas eased himself into the bed before Tan, scooting back and then drawing the fox up after himself by the reins.
Tan could not meet the wolf's eyes, having to squirm his way into bed. He was aching with need, his nipples as stiff as his cock desperately desired to be. The fact that he was so terribly helpless and unable to get hard made his desire worsen by the moment. He made a muffled groan around the gag as he saw the wolf grab the bottle of lube from the headboard.
All he could do was squirm and rub his face against the sheets as Thomas slicked him up. His tail was pulled up against his back, the cold lube dribbled right over his anus, making him shiver. A finger rubbed it slowly around, seeming to take forever before the tip worked into him. By the time as much as an inch of that digit was in him, he had found himself rocking his hips, pressing his rear up into it, trying to get more.
That brought a chuckle from the wolf. "Oh, poor slave needs something? You're in luck, slut." The smirk was almost audible. The finger left him, and the wolf crawled up onto his back. Tan kept his tail back out of the way, rear up, panting lightly through his nose. The fox felt the thick head of Thomas's thick cock press against him, and hold there, steady.
He whimpered with frustration and pressed his ass back against it, trying to get it in him. That was rewarded by a rough tug on his reins, making him go very still as his head was pulled up, forcing his back into an arch. There was a growl in his ear that said, "The fucktoy will only do what it is told, clear?" A few moments later the reins slacked, and he was quick to nod his understanding.
The entry was torture. Tan dared not move, yet he wanted it deep in him so badly. He was only given the wolf an inch at a time. Gods, he was so hard, too, very obviously turned on by doing this to him. All he could do was try to relax, to take what he was allowed.
Thomas finally hilted himself inside Tan, his hips against the fox's ass. He growled, "That's better, slut. Now get your reward." The shaft was pulled back, almost out of him, and then thrust into him with a groan of pleasure from Thomas. The fox made a little muffled noise as his reins were pulled back at the same time. Tan was given no chance to react as the wolf's hips pulled back and thrust into him quickly.
Tan shuddered and made little muffled noises around his gag with each thrusts. As they started to grow quicker, he heard whispered into his ear, "Tight fox..." between grunts and moans. He froze as he felt teeth gripping down on the scruff of his neck, just as Thoams' knot began to swell, forced in and out of him.
When the knot finally caught in him, his cheeks were tear-stained from the intensity of it stretching him, rubbing him inside, further tormenting his aroused body. It was only a few tugs on the swollen base of the wolf's knot before Thomas threw back his head and howled, his shaft pumping it's seed into the fox. He tugged on the reins, making Tan press back against him as he came hard.
Tan was trembling by the time Thomas relaxed, panting on his back. The wolf let his weight pin the fox down as he nuzzled at his neck and ear. He chuckled as he noticed the fox's tension, saying to him, "Poor slave a bit needy, hmmm?" He reached up and traced the lines of the muzzle gently over Tan's face, taking his time to enjoying the bliss of afterglow in the fox's tight rear.
Eventually they were comfortably relaxed, Tan softly murring under Thomas. He was startled when the wolf slowly pulled his cock out, making him gasp as the tip left his rear, a shudder running through his slender form. Thomas chuckled at the reaction taking a hand towel from the headboard and wiping his shaft and Tan's anus off, telling him, "not quite bed time, slave."
With that, Thomas leaned over the edge of the bed to fish a few things out of the still open dresser. He unclipped the reins from his fox, tossing them aside, and unbound his hands only long enough to roll Tan onto his back and secure them over his head. Tan looked up at Thomas pleadingly, and Thomas grinned back at him and said, "You want your cock free, slave, is that it?" Tan could only nod.
Thomas bound the fox's legs spread wide and said, "you'll have to earn it, slave, by pleasing me." He looked down at his toy now that he had him firmly secured on his back. The wolf removed the bit from the bridle, loosening it enough to allow the fox to speak. He said, "I intend to find out how much you can take, fox. You may ask me to stop at any time, but unless I am satisfied, you won't be allowed to cum. Do you understand, slave?"
The wolf's eyes were looking right into his own. Tan blushed hotly and whispered, "Yes, Sir, I understand."
Thomas licked Tan's muzzle, and said, "Good boy." He lowered a blindfold designed to connect to the bridle over the fox's face. He admired the bound fox, his fox. The way his slender chest moved with his quick, aroused breaths. The firmness of his nipples. His shaven ballsac. He unlocked the lock, slipping it from Tan's sheath. He grinned at the fox's moan, the tensing of Tan's body as he felt the lock being removed. He hooked a claw in the tip of the metal sheath and drew it slowly out. It was quickly followed by his cock, growing hard in seconds. Thomas didn't even have to touch it.
Thomas stroked Tan's chest. He tugged up on each of his nipple rings firmly, watching the fox arch his back with a moan. He ran his claws down Tan's belly, over his thighs, close to his cock though not touching it, causing Tan to make a little needy whimper. He stroked lightly over that smooth sac, caressing his balls. He got the fox rocking his hips, thrusting into the air. He watched the precum bead up at the slit of Tan's shaft, and chuckled. "Wet foxy, my my."
The wolf slipped from the bed and dug through the dresser, making plenty of noise to give something for Tan to worry about. He found what he was looking for, amused though not terribly surprised that it was in Tan's collection. He opened the gun case on the bed and pulled out the toy, debating which attachment to use. He plugged it in and finally chose a glass bulb.
He grinned at the fox and said, "I'm not going to be nice, fox. I know you can take it." He stroked the bulb slowly over the fox's chest, brushing it over his nipple. Thomas continued without telling him what it was, adjusting the setting on the toy to low. He brushed it over his balls, over his sheath, and very, very slowly over his cock.
Tan whimpered and squirmed, not knowing what it was, thinking it perhaps metal.
Finally it was brushed back over his balls, and turned on. A violet glow in the bulb showed it working, going right to where it almost touched Tan's balls. An arc of electricity jumped the gap to zap the bare flesh.
Tan tensed in his bonds and gritted his teeth. As the touch merely moved around his balls with out leaving, he let out a sharp cry. He gasped as it was pulled away, and had just started to relax when it was touched to the tip of his nipple. This made him jerk against his bonds and yip.
Thomas chuckled and said, "It's your toy, you slut."
Tan blushed and squirmed. He was rewarded with the toy being touched to his ballsac again, causing him to yip and strain against the bonds holding him. It left him and he panted, whimpering softly in his throat, thoughts going to his shaft as it stood out over his belly.
Thomas grinned at the fox as he took off the attachment and found the one he really wanted. He strapped it to his leg, and hooked the other end to the wand, turning it on. He lifted one claw very carefully and lowered it over the fox's nipple again, and he got what he wanted as the static flowed through him, through his claw, and into the fox. Tan obediently jerked and made a little yip, and Thomas was satisfied it worked.
He ran his claws with a light touch over the fox's chest, watching it arch up against them. Thomas said to him, "You want that poor cock of yours touched very much, don't you, slave?" Tan nodded quickly at first but then made an uncertain whimper as he realized what that was asking for. He didn't get a chance to regret it as his master's hand closed around his rock hard cock and he made a muffled, but still impressively loud cry as it closed over him.
Once Thomas's hand had a firm grip there was too much surface area to feel the current, and he moaned, rolling his head back and forth as his shaft was stroked. Just as he thought he was going to go over the edge Thomas's hand opened around him, and he touched his claws along the fox's swelling knot, shocking it hard enough to make him squeal.
Tan was left to pant and tremble for long seconds as Thomas watched his slave. Seeing the fox not seeming to even consider safewording out of it, the wolf growled with shear pleasure at the toy he had secured himself. He then gripped Tan's cock and gave it a few strokes, watching his straining body as he tried so hard to climax.
Thomas played his fox for what seemed forever to Tan, stroking him, getting him right to the edge, and then shocking him on the balls, his nipples, or right on his cock. Once he even shocked the tip of Tan's cockhead to keep him from coming. The fox was delirious with need as his shaft was stroked firmly again, but this time a paw closed firmly around his knot and started pumping it, a voice entering his mind, saying, "Your reward for being such a good slave."
Tan climaxed, unable to remember the last time he came so hard. He could feel it land over his chest and face, soaking into his fur as his balls emptied themselves all over his body.
The wolf watched as the fox came. It was beautiful. He smiled and let Tan relax, holding his cock well after it had shot it's last. He watched the fox's face as the expression softened, and in time faded to one of sleep. He chuckled softly to himself, turning off the toy and very slowly releasing Tan's cock. He let the fox drift deeper into sleep as he tasted the cum coating his fingers. He then gently wiped most of the cum from the fox's belly with the towel.
He looked down at his own hard cock, then the fox. He smiled softly. No, he would let him sleep. He had earned it. Tan stirred a little as he released the cuffs and loosened the muzzle, but a gentle touch of his face to Tan's seemed to reassure him, sending him back off to sleep. As the fox's shaft softened, he slipped the toy back into place, clicking the lock shut.
Thomas laid out next to his property, inhaling the scents of male arousal. He gave a contented sigh, and rolled over, wrapping an arm around his fox. Tan rolled over in his sleep as he was touched, and curled up against Thomas' chest, giving the wolf a smile that lasted until he drifted off to sleep himself.
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