Eight Minutes a-Milking
#5 of Twelve Days of Yiffmas
Forced to endure eight minutes of eternity, Leo doesn't know how much more he can take...
Short-short story today, hope you guys enjoy what I could bring on this fine day of yiffmas (imagine snowflakes and holiday cheer for me, please and thank you). See you around!
On The Eighth Day of Yiffmas, Jakealope Wrote For Thee...
Eight Minutes a-Milking
"Please master... no more... no more..."
Leo's body tremors within the bitch-suit. He is an absolute mess; throat raw, ass a tender, lubed up mess, and thick sheens of sweat clinging to the inside of the stifling latex. Above all is the fierce throbbing in his cock that matches his fast-beating heart. And still his master does not stop. The bound tiger whimpers his pleas for mercy, only for them to fall on purposely deafened ears.
"Starting to get painful, isn't it?"
Leo's master strokes up and down his exposed shaft, continuing to provide stimulation through his climax, just as he did to the several climaxes beforehand. Leo struggles to remember the specific number, brain too numb to think.
"Yes master. Please, it hurts," Leo whines.
"Then why do you keep orgasming, pet? If you're really in pain, then your body shouldn't be enjoying this." Master is looking at his expensive watch, humming thoughtfully to himself while he did so. "Last one took a bit longer. Nearly seven minutes--and hardly any cum. I thought those pills would keep you going for longer..."
Master continues squeezing down on the tiger's dick. There is no love in the hand that milked Leo, just a repetitive stroking with a singular purpose of keeping him hard.
"By my best guess... the next should take seven-and-a-half. Does that sound right to you?"
"I--I don't know if I can... please, I don't--"
"Mmm. But with exhaustion... perhaps longer."
Master let go of his dick to step out of sight. Leo can hear the plasticky snap! Of his lubed glove coming off, and the following scratching of a pen on paper.
"Well, no need to keep you waiting. Let's get you ready for the next go."
"N-no! P-p-please master! I'll be good! I'll--mmphf!"
The dildo slid past Leo's lips to silence his protests.
"Shh, shh..." says his master, all while the machine clicks into a locked position. "You'll do great, I'm sure of it."
There is nothing Leo can do to stop the inevitable. His arms and legs are rendered useless inside the suit, and his body is suspended by the contraption of master's doing. Even his tail is immobilized by a single wire, lifting it out of the way to expose his puckered taint. Ears are the only mobile part of his body, and the only help they do is hear what is coming next.
Every piece Leo came to know very intimately is slid into place. Three parts in total: the first is already locked in front of his face, the second is slid easily into his used and abused rear, and the last envelopes his dick in a velvety warmth--even so, the slightest touch causes him to flinch, which only results in more over-stimmed spasming.
"Relax. Don't get yourself worked up now. Just breathe... slow..."
Master guides him through several long inhale and exhale exercises. Leo tries his best to follow, and to not think begrudging thoughts about how easy it must be for master to relax.
"Better?"
"Mmmhff!"
Master smiles down at Leo, nodding as if he understood. "Then we're ready to begin again."
The petite tiger grits his teeth on the ring stuck inside his mouth. Not enough time to recover, but as ready as he can be, and one-by-one, the machines are flipped on.
Master always starts back to front. The dildo in Leo's ass performs its first thrust, then pulling back out halfway, then thrust back in again, all while vibrating ruthlessly against his prostate. The driving force is enough to rock Leo's body ever so slightly back and forth, and if it isn't for the girthy silicone toy driving into him down to the hilt, he can imagine it might feel similar to being rocked into a lulling sleep.
The next machine envelopes his sensitive dick in quick fashion. A seal forms where his privates meet the rest of his body, and so begins the pumping once more. The pleasure it gives Leo is overshadowed by the twitching, raw sensations it put him through. His body isn't meant for half this much action, and still it squeezes him time and time again.
And lastly is the dildo between his lips. With a flick of a switch, it too comes alive, treating his throat as a fleshy pocket to pound persistently. Lube exits the tip of the dildo, a tube of the stuff running through the center of the silicone toy, and Leo is grateful for it, no matter how horrid it tastes.
"Stopwatch has started," master says, more so for his own satisfaction than your benefit. He steps away from your vision, just as he always does, and you hear the scratch of chair legs against the hardwood flooring. "Session eight's start time at... eight o' clock. How convenient."
Leo feels a small pressure on top of his back. Master's feet kicked up on his personal footrest. Leo is master's personal everything: errand boy, caretaker, slave, sex toy. Molded to fit master's needs perfectly, and carry out whatever desires he so wished.
"One minute down already."
Leo cannot fathom how he is supposed to orgasm with every nerve in his body feeling on fire. Every pump of the three machines is horribly overstimulating. Rubbed raw, and still going.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The timed pattern is known all too well by Leo now. In and out, in and out, never skipping a beat. Never allowing for a moment to rest. Just a robot performing and endlessly looping task of fucking his holes raw and milking his cock dry.
He is already dry. There is no more left in his tank--if there was a meter to read, it would say that he was empty. He truly did feel empty inside. The two toys filling him at both ends are hardly enough anymore. Fucked beyond recognition of the stretching of his anus, or maybe there is nothing to stretch anymore. Maybe his backside will become irreparably widened from this torturous experience.
"Three minutes. You're doing well, pet."
Not even halfway there. It takes his cock so long now to be satisfied. Or perhaps it knew there is no reason to rush, not when it will mean starting over once again. Continuing on is the lesser evil versus feeling the fleeting embrace of freedom. A reprieve too quickly yanked away as Leo is locked back into the mind-numbing cycle.
Master's paws shake lazily atop the tiger's spine. Sometimes they flirt with Leo's tail, rubbing at the base and on up. Mostly they rest against his soft fur. An abundance of leisure to Leo's none. A mockery of the slave's continuous service in the midst of master's relaxing evening.
"Halfway there."
Leo is too tired to fully hear master's words anymore. Too tired to fight and yell, too tired to whimper and beg. Muscles go limp in his body, still held aloft by the contraption strapped across his extremities. The toy's batteries kept going strong, while Leo's are completely drained.
If master notices your fading consciousness, he does not act upon it. Paws still kicking idly as he occasionally jots a note on his paper, all the while humming his satisfaction. He had to be satisfied with the tiger's dedication. Leo didn't know what else he could've done to earn his master's goodwill. He only had so many holes to fill, after all.
All he wants is his master's praise. He wishes for his master to say the sweet words that would release from this hell, so that he could finally rest at master's lap.
"Seven minutes. Time is almost up."
Where had the time gone?
Leo feels a surge of rejuvenation by the encouraging words. He is near the end, and no matter if it only meant another beginning, Leo is still glad for this to be finally done. His ass wants this to be over. His throat wishes to breath normally again. His cock cries out for release.
He knows that release is close now. The feeling the buildup in his loins is something he'd felt seven times before. One more time. He can go one more time...
"Go on pet. Cum for me again. Give your master what he wants."
He fulfills master's wishes like he always does. Another orgasm rattles the tiger's body, and hemoans around the dildo that's been muting his cries of painful pleasure all night. For these few precious moments, he feels some resemblance of bliss; with his anus clenching the fat rod ramming his insides, Leo fires several times over--all blanks.
"Eight minutes. Really are trying to milk the title, aren't we," master said, though Leo struggled to understand his meaning.
"Speaking of milking..." Master's hands reach under to check. "Oh, interesting. No mess at all! Very good." Leo is unsure whether pride or shame is the most appropriate response.
The dildo is removed from Leo's mouth first, and master bends down to meet his weary gaze. "Pineapple?"
Leo nods slowly. "...Pineapple."
"Oh--thank goodness," master says, his body deflating a bit on the spot. "Whew. I didn't know how much longer I could see you in pain."
"I'm okay, honey. Don't be worried."
"How can I not be worried? I can only image how unbearable--"
"I am alright, really. Just untie me, will you?" The tiger uses his returning strength to play up a mock struggle against his bonds. "I'm ready for those cuddles you promised me... and it better be for longer than eight minutes."
Master gives a great big smile before planting a kiss on Leo's lips. "Alright babe, I can do that. All the cuddles you want..."