Rubbed The Wrong Way
If a dominant male with a sadistic streak makes a wager with you, you can be sure that they are already certain that they will win.
So when one such male takes an interest in edging, there's only one inevitable outcome.
Commissioned by FA: Waggitt
"Judging by how hard you are, I bet it's been a while, huh?"
From behind a gag, the bound canine did his best to sound out his response. All he managed, however, were indecipherable muffled groans.
"I can only imagine how long you've had that cage on." A thick, heavy finger traced the length of Prince's painfully erect cock with an alarmingly delicate touch. Though it might have been the briefest of feelings imaginable, it still left the dog panting in desperation while his dick throbbed and pulsed between his legs.
"Such an excitable puppy. It's a good thing I had the sense to tie a dog like you up, huh?"
But Prince wasn't just merely 'tied up,' he had found himself ensnared in a simplistic yet sadistic web of tight ropes and metal accessories in just such a way that left the Australian Shepherd wolf dog immobilized where he stood. With a spreader bar locked between his ankles, a steel collar around his neck, a hook deep in his hole, and all connected by interweaving red cords, he was left hanging on his footpaws and stooped over at the waist. Only balanced by the rope's length strung to the ceiling, Prince found himself in a vulnerable pose with both his crotch and rear uncomfortably exposed.
There was movement to his side as his captor circled the restrained male before him. Stepping into Prince's line of sight, a heavy-set boar blotted out the rest of the wet dream of a sex dungeon he found himself in. The man squatted down, bringing his smug face level to the canine's own. It had not been the first time that night he had been up close and personal with the boar who'd only introduced himself as 'Sebastian,' but in his current predicament, the man's lewd expression now took on a far darker edge.
He lifted up a paw to reveal a gnarly-looking chastity device balanced on his palm. Grimly, Prince recognized right away that it was not the same cage he had been wearing moments ago.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and behave, or do I need to put it back on to make sure you do?"
Frantically, the dog shook his head, eyes wide in fear and helplessness. He would be a good boy. He would behave.
"Good," Sebastian let loose a predatory smile as he intentionally stoked the tension in the air, unabashed in his enjoyment of Prince's discomfort, "'Cause I'd dread to think what'd happen if you didn't." The dog strained against his bindings at the thought of what exactly the boar had in mind, but an instant later Sebastian was already confronting him with yet more stomach-turning realities, "But you don't seem all that grateful despite how generous I've been. I've invited you back to my place, made sure you feel nice and secure, removed your cage... and what do I get in return?" The boar's other paw grabbed at Prince's muzzle and pushed his head down, facing the padded mat he stood on and the small, dark puddles where his feverish erection had dribbled in his arousal. "I get a mess on my floor."
If Sebastian was expecting a response, he knew full well that Prince wouldn't be able to provide one. Yet he still let the silence hang in the air as the canine was left to turn over all the possible outcomes that could now be incurred against him as a faux punishment for the 'mess' he had made. His chest felt tight from the anticipation, his heart drumming at a heavy tempo as each second drew out.
Lifting himself back up to his full height, Sebastian left the dog's line of sight and continued to circle the male where he stood,
"I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on you," he said with an exaggerated, disappointed sigh, "You can't help it. But puppies like you should still know better." Judging by the sound of the boar's voice, Sebastian was now standing behind the canine, "It's a good thing I'm still feeling generous to teach you some self-control." Prince felt fingers returning to dance against the skin of his cock. His lungs tightened and his muscles seized from his feral need for the male's physical touch. "But at this point, since you've been so selfish, I'm gonna want something in return."
There was the snap of a bottle lid popping open to punctuate the boar's sentence. Following it came the almost indiscernible sound of something wet being squeezed out.
"So here's the deal: I'm gonna give you a lesson in controlling yourself, but if you cum before I'm finished then I get to do whatever I want to your ass."
Prince suddenly felt not just fingers but an entire paw slide against his erection, his shaft being enveloped in the male's grasp. As the dog's body jolted from the abrupt sensation, Sebastian let off a hearty snort,
"Then again, a bitch like you would love that." Rough digits dug into Prince's meat, breaking through the pleasure to tap into pain, "So if you try and cheat there'll be hell to pay."
With the rules set, the boar's paw relaxed around his cock and began to gently massage its length from base to tip and back again. Right from the start, it was clear that Sebastian was being intentionally and cruelly slow, sliding his hold on the dog's erection at an agonizingly painful pace. Despite the initial toe-curling surge from the boar's touch, the sensation had waned to a dull pressure that worked through his flesh. Though it should have been a pleasurable feeling, Prince's brain struggled to find the euphoric relief as Sebastian's lube-slick fist stroked up and down his shaft. It was only in moments where the roughness of the boar's palm or the near-imperceptible tightening of his fingers just about elicited a strong enough response in the dog's cock that he was able to enjoy the process.
It was also just enough for Prince to painstakingly climb his way from a standstill to finally feeling the rising desire for climax, built only by the slightest ebbs of pleasure that Sebastian's gliding paw allowed. Gradually, however, once the canine's body had momentum, he no longer needed to rely on the fleeting sensations as his instinctual need for an orgasm took over. While it was easy to quash the urge to hump at the boar's fist even when Sebastian measured his speed, the greater challenge was ensuring he didn't cum prematurely. For as much Prince wanted to ride that sweet spot, he didn't want to risk worsening his predicament with the boar in command.
More lube was added by Sebastian, his paw barely leaving the dog's straining erection as he practically drowned the thing in oozing fluids. Yet it seemed to make the boar's masturbation even more invasive as his hold slid over the canine's cock as if it were the smoothest ice. Prince was becoming increasingly concerned with how willingly his body was succumbing to the boar's touch, and doing his best to hide how heavy he was panting, he realized that the only way he was going to avoid cumming before he was allowed was through his own resolve.
His mind tried to focus on every other tiny minutia than the all-consuming physical sensation of Sebastian's relentless edging. He could pick up on the faint, persisting smell of a chemical scent in the air, the most probable culprit being the boar's lube, but underneath that was a mutual taste of arousal. Not his own, he reckoned, as it was far stronger and denser, more than likely Sebastian himself becoming turned on at the dog's plight. There was also the regular sound of wet slurping, again down to the lube, but honing in on the noise alone only served to remind Prince that they matched perfectly with the gliding touch of the boar. He couldn't even look down at the floor, knowing that every time he did so he could just about see his cock being groped and pulled by fat brown fists between his thighs. The most he could do was crane his head up, ignoring how uncomfortable his entire being felt, and continue to breathe sharply as he fought to think about anything else except how badly he needed to cum.
Whether it had been minutes or even seconds, however, Prince let out a muffled whimper as he soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to make it.
He shook and strained in his bindings in a bid to alert Sebastian to the situation, joined by pleading grunts that were still as incomprehensible as before. Maybe the boar would take pity on him, or else he would be moments away from shooting well before his 'lesson' was over.
"Poor puppy," Sebastian chided, making no effort to disguise the sadistic glee in his tone, "What's the matter? Too much for you?"
Prince was snorting through the gag now as panic took over. He was so close. He was so very close. There was nothing he could do. He was going-
The boar let go. The dog thrust helplessly into the open air where Sebastian's paw should have been. But just as he threatened to topple over the edge and orgasm there and then, there was just enough room to pull things back.
Bitter and frustrated, he went from teetering on a climax to nursing the dulling glow of denied pleasure. Prince closed his eyes as his breathing leveled out, somehow both relieved and resentful, but otherwise thankful that he hadn't broken Sebastian's rules.
For now, at least.
Once the boar had deemed Prince was no longer in immediate danger, his paws returned to his cock. They began to stroke over his twitching erection as if nothing had happened, ultimately causing the dog to moan weakly as those once-dying sensations rose up like a phoenix. It burned within him with a seemingly renewed intensity, almost as if his body was vengeful after it had been so callously denied release.
It took him less time to reach what felt like another point of no return, and again after he had thrashed and writhed to forewarn Sebastian of his impending climax he was let go. Then, only when he had calmed down, did the boar resume working his cock with an indelicate paw.
Over and over Sebastian repeated the process, each time the gaps between almost achieving orgasm growing shorter and shorter as the dog was pushed within a hair's breadth of the edge. Prince lost count of just how many times the boar had teased him to the point where he felt so desperately close, only to be inevitably let go and left to stagnate without that last, final push.
While it might not have led him to cum, the boar was straining the dog to his limit, and once there he kept pressing further. Prince was a shivering mess with his body lax in the bindings, any semblance of a fight drained from him as all that he wanted now was the sweet relief of an orgasm. As far as he was concerned at this point, Sebastian could do whatever he wanted to the canine if he was just allowed to cum...
The man's voice cut through the fog of fatigue and desperation, perhaps sensing he was close to breaking his plaything before had had his fill for the night.
"Home stretch, puppy. If you make it through the next thirty seconds without losing it I'll let you cum."
Now with a goal in mind, Prince pulled in what little willpower he had left and braced himself. Sebastian's paw quickened against his cock, picking up a fierce pace that jacked the canine off,
"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven..."
Already Prince could feel his climax returning, despite how weak it now seemed after being teased over and over from within him. He bit into the gag and tensed against his bindings, anything to steel himself as the physical need for release rose up.
"Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three..."
Knowing that he was so close to an orgasm if he just made it a little further added new complexity to things. It was like Prince's body could sense the finish line approaching, though it didn't seem to care for the stipulation that this was only after Sebastian's countdown. He let out a meek, grueling whine.
"Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..."
It would be close. Closer than Prince would have liked, but as he counted the seconds in the back of his mind along with the boar, he knew he could make it. He just had to hold on a little longer, even though his cock screamed to cum.
"Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen... twelve... eleven... ten..."
No... That wasn't right. Prince was keeping time with Sebastian, but he was counting further ahead. He listened carefully despite his body wrought with the fire of an orgasm barely held back by sheer resolve.
"Nine... eight... seven..."
He was slowing down. While his paw increased its speed, Sebastian was dragging out the would-be seconds as he battered down the canine's lingering strength. Yet again, Prince realized that the boar had expected him to fail regardless, even if it meant that Sebastian himself cheated to guarantee it. But with the boar in control, there was nothing he could do. He gave another resigned whimper.
"Six... five... four..."
It was too much. Prince sucked in ragged breaths as he felt himself rise to the edge for one final time as he willed himself to careen right over it. Anything for a release, anything to end the torment the boar was putting him through, no matter what it meant was waiting for him on the other side.
But just as he was about to cum, Sebastian let go. However, it was expertly done, as unlike every other time he had brought Prince dangerously close to climax, he was just far enough on this occasion to slip over the edge. Yet there was no momentum to keep going, and he was starved of any physical sensation to try and stoke the flames just a little further. So despite knowing he was about to cum, Prince knew it wasn't going to be enough.
He felt his erection seize up, his abdomen tightening, and then he was dimly aware of cum dribbling from the head of his cock. His orgasm was ruined, his body and spirit equally broken, but worse still he had failed the boar.
"Bad boy. So close, yet so far." Sebastian knew full well what he had done. Naturally, however, he didn't care as he let Prince's spent cock hang limp between his legs. "Well, I told you what was gonna happen."
He felt those same lube-drenched paws immediately move to his exposed hole. Any foreplay or warmup was not on the cards as Sebastian was already pushing his fist into the dog's ass. It was a brutal assault, forcibly stretched around the boar's paw as he overpowered the bound male.
Prince howled as his hole gave way to Sebastian's closed fist.
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