Bet Gone Wrong
A Bet Gone Wrong (In All The Right Ways)
A Bet Gone Wrong (In All The Right Ways)
By Yoru of SoFurry
"I'm not horny!" John insisted.
"Then why are you peeking out of your sheath?" Luke asked.
"It's the way you've got me tied up. It's pushing my cock down and forcing it out of its sheath."
It was true. The ropes Luke had tied formed a tight ring around the base of John's member, and the downward pressure was exposing the tip of his flaccid penis. They also held his arms tightly behind his back, and wound around his body, forming a strong harness.
"How did I even let you do this to me?" John demanded.
"You're not very good at Tekken. Don't make bets based on games you can't play." Luke answered. "In any case, your cock is trying to escape, so I want to make you another bet. Within one hour, I can make you beg to cum. If you don't beg, I will let you go. But if you do beg, I get to keep you tied up like this all weekend."
"What, and let you touch me for an hour? I'm not gay, dude."
"I thought you said you weren't horny, this won't be problem for you then. And it's better than being tied up all weekend, right?"
"Fine, but you're not allowed to make me cum."
Luke grinned, "Perfect. Deal."
He knelt in front of John and began to softly suck on the exposed head of his cock. He loved the clean taste of it; and the light, manly scent.
He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the cock. It didn't matter to him if he won the bet or not, he had finally gotten an hour alone with his straight high school crush after all these years. Alone and with John helpless to stop him.
He sucked John's cock into his mouth and played his tongue over the surface of it. The flavour was perfect, and he was rewarded by a slight throb from the soft flesh.
John huffed slightly, almost too quiet to hear. But Luke's sensitive ears picked up the pleasured sound.
Luke pressed his lips as far down the cock as he could go and slipped his tongue into John's sheath. John let out an involuntary moan and arched his back a little. His cock was beginning to stiffen in Luke's mouth.
Luke put his hand softly on John balls, and played with them while he sucked softly. John continued to make little sounds and motions while Luke was touching and sucking him. He was obviously trying to not enjoy this, but he was failing to stop his body from reacting.
Luke patiently worked on John's genitals until they were both fully hard; Luke in his pants and John's erection fully exposed and impossible to hide.
Luke began to suck harder, pulling the whole canine member into his throat and pushing his lips to the base. He sucked hard, played over it with his tongue. He moaned into John's cock.
John whimpered, realising suddenly that he might not win the bet.
Luke applied gentle pressure to John's balls and pressed his tongue into his sheath again, with John's cock all the way down his throat. He was rewarded by a hardening lump at the base of John's cock. He sucked hard and pulled the canine knot through the tight ropes and trapping it out of his sheath.
John moaned as he felt the tight ropes behind his knot, simulating deep penetration. He was beginning to get horny now, with his knot stimulated.
Luke checked the time: 35 minutes left. This would be easy. He continued to suck on the delicious cock, becoming more gentle and teasing. He wrapped his lips around the tip of John's penis and exhaled deeply as he descended, warming the flesh of the stiff member and eliciting a moan from John.
He slid his tongue up the underside as he rose again, just teasing John's cock lightly. He continued teasing for about ten minutes, not giving the canine any strong pleasure, just stimulating him enough to arouse him. After five minutes he was squirming and thrusting gently, trying to increase the sensation. After ten minutes he was moaning and whimpering, humping into Luke's mouth.
John made a loud frustrated moan, and Luke could tell that there was no resistance left in his mind, that he just wanted pleasure. He squeezed his wet mouth tightly around John's dick and slid his lips right down to the base of his knot, John's cock slipping into his throat in one smooth motion.
John's moan of frustration turned into one of sheer pleasure and he shot pre cum into Luke's throat.
With 25 minutes left, Luke began to work hard to build up a strong orgasm. He added his hands, squeezing John's cock at the base while he sucked on the head of his cock with intensity. Over the course of the blow job the taste and scent of John's cock had changed from a light masculine scent to the smell of pent up sexual need. The precum flowing from it made it so sweet and delicious.
He heard John's voice climbing in pitch, his moans took on the tone of someone who was getting ready for a powerful orgasm. He quickened his pace for a few seconds and paid close attention to the noises coming from the helpless canine.
As soon as it sounded like John was right on the edge, Luke released the cock and let it throb. He checked the clock: twelve minutes left.
John was bucking his hips gently into the open air. His face was bunched up, and he looked like a dog reaching for a bone that had been put just outside of the length of his leash.
"Please," he whispered.
Luke said nothing, and just ran a finger up the underside of the rock hard penis.
Once the canine cock stopped bouncing as much, he wrapped his hands and mouth around it again, working quickly to bring John back to the edge before stopping.
John whimpered pitifully, struggling as much as he could against the bonds that held his arms tightly.
Again, Luke brought him to the edge of and orgasm, and then stopped. And again, and again.
As the minutes ticked down, the breaks between intense sucking and one fingered teasing shortened.
With only four minutes left and John quietly repeating the word "please," under his breath, Luke made the canine cock slick with his saliva and then tightly squeezed both hands around John's cock while he slowly slid his hands up and down, intensely tight and agonizingly slow. He kept a ridiculous pace, twisting his hands in opposite directions and occasionally licking the tip.
"Please, please let me cum." John finally whispered.
Luke spoke for the first time since he had started, "Say it louder, beg to cum."
"Please let me cum," came the desperate response, "I beg you."
"Look at the clock. We started at 7:04"
John shakily turned his head to the clock. It was one of the old styled ones with the flipping cards. He turned his head just in time to see the time click over to 8:04 pm; one more minute and he would have been free.
"Please Luke, please make me cum."
"You told me that I'm not allowed to make you cum."
"I take it back. Please make me cum now."
Luke grinned. He had been continuing the slow, torturous jacking the whole time. Since he had won the bet, he could keep John tied up until Sunday night if he wanted, without letting him cum. But he had a better plan.
"Alright, I'll let you cum. I'll even untie you and let you go home if you want. But you have to wear a chastity cage that I own."
"A what?"
"A device that I will fasten onto your cock that will stop you from getting an erection or pleasuring yourself."
"Oh. I've heard of those. That's hot, but scary."
"It doesn't hurt."
"Please just let me cum," he whined. A heavy stream of clear fluid flowed over Luke's slowly teasing hands and soaked into the ropes and the fur of his groin. Luke was always going just fast enough to keep him on the edge, not letting him get soft or have an orgasm. The clock hit 8:08.
"Only if you say I can lock you in chastity... Indefinitely"
"Fine, just please make me cum now!"
Luke said nothing, he just wrapped his lips around the violently throbbing cock trapped in his hands and slid all the way down to John's knot, even wrapping his lips around the base a bit, though he couldn't fit the full knot between his jaws. He jumped smoothly up and down slightly, coaxing John's long awaited orgasm from his body.
John screamed in pleasure, arching his back and forcing as much dick into Luke's throat as he could. Pulse after pulse of warm fluid was pushed into Luke's warm throat.
Luke moaned as he felt the cum surge into him. After several shots had passed, he rose up slightly, so that John's cum would splash on his tongue where he could taste it.
The last few splashes were amazing: slightly salty, not too sweet, no bitter taste as he swallowed; even the texture was incredible. John's cum was perfect.
John's back was still arched off the bed, but he finally slumped down and panted heavily. He felt so tired. He couldn't keep his eyes open.
When John awoke, he was lying in a warm bed, covers wrapped under his arms. He found the flip clock which told him with its glow in the dark letters that it was early morning. Luke snored peacefully next to him, at the far edge of the bed.
John sleepily climbed out of the bed. The sheets rubbed across the sensitive fur of his legs and sheath. He vaguely realized a strange sensation in his sheath, and continued to the washroom to have a look.
Once the door was shut quietly and the light was turned on, the shiny metal lock revealed itself to him. It peeked from his sheath like a mouse from its hole.
He carefully pulled his sheath back, revealing a tight fitting metal lattice surround his cock. He rubbed his sheath, trying figuring out how the rest of the cage hidden inside worked.
All he could tell was that there was almost no sensation from his penis, just a slight pressure as the tight fitting lattice was flexed by his squeezing.
He wondered what he had done by agreeing to this, as he relieved his bladder and washed up in the sink.
Turning the lights off again, he returned to the bedroom. He silently pulled up a chair next to the bed and watched Luke sleep. He thought about what this meant.
His carefully hidden homosexuality may be compromised. It might not. He had worked hard to stay soft while he was being tied up. Maybe Luke would still believe he was straight.
"Or maybe I should just tell you how I feel," John whispered.