The Ties that Bind
Fourth Wall Disclaimer: This story is loosely based on real events, minus the plastic zip ties and vinyl maid outfit. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent, because we aren't. Plot Disclaimer: Contains No Plot. -NONE - Read: The Show, A Hard Day's Night, Dinner Date, and Family Business if you want back story.
Legal Liability Disclaimer: Do -NOT- try anything you read in this story at home Kiddies. You -WILL- injure yourself. But if you don't care, then that defines the difference between healthy, sexual explorative BDSM play and things a lot more sinister, doesn't it? Fursona Disclaimer: For this perverse chapter, Grylor and Two Skins will be copyright themselves. Old school SNL Disclaimer: Do Not Taunt HappyFunBall (tm), or it will tie you up and plunder your tail hole, like it did to us.
The Ties that Bind
2007 by Eldyran
As small flakes of white fell past Grylor Stillwater's tan colored lupine ears, a small early spring gale ruffled his light coat and pants, rippling the soft fur of his cheeks. Small gouts of hot breath puffed up from his muzzle lips, bearing no trace of his usual trademark green lipstick, and his stoic jade colored irises watched another wolf approach from across the campus common green, now mostly deserted, with a small measure of impending sadness.
It was the Friday before Easter Sunday, and most students on the campus had gone home already for the weekend to observe the religious holiday. The other wolf, taller, more muscular, but with gray and distinctive streaks of black and white to his fur coloration, plodded toward Grylor. The larger wolf had stuffed his paws in his nylon jacket, his posture unusually slouched forward, as if something weighed heavily on his mind.
He stopped with a few meters between them, small tendrils of white snaking their way up from his flared canid nostrils, only to get snatched away on a sudden gust of chilly wind. There was a moment of silence as the two brothers regarded each other, until the visitor finally spoke.
"Hey Gry," he said, the spring breeze rippling the heavy industrial logo across his black windbreaker. Although the wolf no longer worked hot steel, he had kept the jacket for sentimental value. "How you doing? Its been a while."
"Yeah, Ty, it has," Grylor replied, giving a small halfhearted smile to his sibling. Although Tyler Stillwater wasn't the wolf's birth name, Grylor's father and master adopted him into their unusual family a little over a year ago, letting the wolf keep at least the initials of his former life, T.S.
"Master sends his love. We both miss you a lot you know." Tyler sighed, looking around to the deserted commons and the stylized stonework consisting its landscaping. "I know Master took it hard when you couldn't attend your uncle's funeral." Gylor didn't actually have uncle, but one of his father's former lovers, a lynx doctor named Samuel, had been around since his birth.
Like most members of his close knit, unconventional kin, the attachments Grylor had to the lynx lay in the ties that bind rather than that of fugacious genetic commonality.
"Did Master ... cry at the funeral?" Grylor asked, a lupine ear perking slightly, curious. Ty hung his head, and put his paws into the tight pockets of his black rustler jeans, his steel colored eyes avoiding his sibling's own.
"Master never cries. Not since your mother passed away." Ty replied, his words soft and hushed. Gylor suddenly looked away, his bright jade eyes brimming with tears. Even though his mother had died almost five years ago in a tragic auto accident, her passing had left a hole in him that never could be filled, despite the new addition to his family just last year.
The was a brief moment of hard silence, filled only with the whistle of wind through the greening branches above them.
"Gry. I know you've lost a lot lately. Thats why Master sent me to see you." Gylor looked up as Ty moved close to him and placed his paws on his arms, the shorter wolf casting a nervous glance to either side. He was pretty sure anyone walking by on the Christian campus would take notice of any public display of affection between two males, and what was worse, Ty was the sort of cocky wolf to make a show of it.
Sometimes he wished his master hadn't sent him to a college in the Bible Belt to earn his Liberal Arts degree in Media Broadcasting, but his reasons were quite logical. Grylor was indeed the primary star of Ganymede / Hubris Productions, a little underground family business his master ran, often producing highly valued footage of dubious morality and quasi-legal nature. No one here would likely recognize the star for who he really was, and he could obtain his secondary education in relative, unhindered ease.
"Ty ... not here ..." Grylor whined, flattening his ears against his skull, "someone might be watching." A devious grin slip across Ty's muzzle.
"How would they like it if I fucked my little brother right here out on the campus commons?" Ty's muzzle lips whispered into the quivering wolf's ear as he drew closer. Grylor fought at the steely grip, whimpering a bit at the wicked suggestion, until the stronger wolf let him tear away with a slight chuckle. "How about this. We each go shopping. For you, something to cheer you up."
Grylor's ear's perked back up a bit at the suggestion. Tyler smiled a bit more.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Consider it an early birthday present. Thats what, next month? We'll meet back in an hour at your dorm room, and we'll lavish our little gifts on you. How does that sound?"
Gylor panted and nodded in earnest. Tyler just turned around and walked off nonchalantly, a smug look on his muzzle. The shorter wolf watching his sibling disappear around a knoll and then took off to his car, his mischievous, depraved little mind filled with ideas of things he had browsed in the local sex shops.
A few hours later Grylor dropped by his dorm apartment just to see Tyler leaning up against the doorway with a rather impatient look about him. Dropping three bulky bags by his hind feet, Grylor dug into his pants to fish out some keys, which jingled almost musically as he unlocked the door.
"About time, bro. Leave it to my little sissy pup to take the full hour." Tyler kicked an almost innocuous looking small plastic bag with a scuffed up sneaker, the hardware logo crinkling from the blow. Grylor was too excited for a retort, instead just sticking his canid tongue out at the bigger wolf in indignation. He ushered in the larger wolf, before looking around for his roommates. Satisfied that they were all out getting either high or gone for the weekend, the wolf squealed in delight and almost pranced to his room.
Tyler gave a soft snort when he poked his head into the disjointed chaos that his brother called a bedroom. He had never met Grylor's mother, Maurice, but from what Mycaelis has told Tyler, she no doubt would look upon the rampant bedlam with some small measure of restrained appall. Grylor's bedroom was perhaps no different than any other average college dormitory; dirty dishes and piles of soiled laundry strewn about in mild indifference, an technophilic bonanza of electronics and AV cords scattered about.
Grylor moved through the clutter like a wolf spider at home in its own den, skittering about, turning on a LCD panel here, a laptop there. Tyler looked about, remembering what his own college room had been like: Barren. Sparse. Totalitarian. The grim wolf seemed a bit at odds here, not knowing where to stand amiss the pandemonium. After plopping down onto his double wide bed and checking his instant messages, Grylor seemed to notice his sibling's unease.
"Feel like taking a shower?" the tan wolf said with a small amount of subdued excitement, the white of his teeth bright near his smiling muzzle lips. Without saying anything Ty slipped off his jacket and shirt, revealing the inverted triangle of his upper body. He pealed off his pants along with his boxers in one smooth motion and went into the adjoining bathroom without so much as a word, smirking as he watched the smaller wolf bound after him and take suit.
The shower was small, meant for only one, and the two naked furs jostled each other playfully with the comfortable ease that two sibling lovers might show. Ty's paw spanked Gry's furry ass in jest as he adjusted the shower controls, the soft fat of the tan wolf's ass rippling under the fur. Grylor gave a short bark of protest, which only made his brother's paws roam more, and the shorter wolf's busy tail batted the other wolf's paw away with some amount of good humor.
The actual shower consisted of one part hygiene, two parts play: a simple grope here, a helpful lather there, the most innocent of squeezes everywhere. The taller lupine made sure that his lathered paw pads found every nook and cranny of his brother's soft body and fur. In the middle of the total body wash, Grylor spun around, nearly losing balance in the small, slippery shower, and locked muzzles, tilting his head up slightly.
The two lupine's tongues played about, reseeking familiar territory long since lost. As their muzzles locked full on, their lips sealed, slipped against each other in timeless dance. They pressed against each other, their sheaths grinding together, the half flaccid tapered canid tips slipping out from them grazing each other with electric twinges of joy. Ty's roaming paw found Grylor's hardening length, and gave it firm strokes, pulling the sheath up and down the tapered, wet length. Grylor panted and moaned out, before reciprocating with his own paw.
Soon both wolves shuddered, yipped under the hot shower spray as they beat each other off, their muzzles draw up in ecstasy.
When Grylor's paw slipped away, Ty looked down and whined in disappointment just in time to watch the other wolf sink to his knees under the shower spray. In one deft, experienced motion, Grylor slid his muzzle down upon upon the taller lupine's hard cock, taking it all the way down to the root. Ty groaned out, his paws gripping the sides of the kneeling wolf's head, helping him bob up and down on the pulsing, slick flesh. After a few blissful minutes, Ty pulled up Gry and reciprocated in turn, hungry for the salty-sweet taste of his brother's dripping length.
Nothing brings family together like a bit of soul felt cock sucking.
After a while Ty growled out and spun the smaller wolf around, slipping his tapered glans just underneath Grylor perineum. For a while he rutted the shorter lupine just like that, letting the lather and hot water lubricate them, Grylor's hot, breathless pants and squeals echoing around the steamy confines of the shower. Ty released him after a while, and kissed him once more.
"Well, why don't you scamper out and dig out your first present?" the stripped wolf said, turning off the shower and toweling off the other. Gry nodded and bounded out of the shower, letting the older wolf stroke himself a bit, playing with devious fantasies. After a while Ty slipped out and still dripping, walked into the bedroom. He found Grylor squirming about on top of his sheet less black bed, dressed in a skimpy, vinyl maid's outfit.
"Oh I see what took you so long to pick out, bro," Ty said with a smirk, and plopped down at the tan wolf's hind feet, "But I think its missing something ..."
"What's that?" Grylor asked, his eyes squinting a bit. He adjusted a bit on the bed, the vinyl outfit crinkling slightly. Ty leaned down by the bedside and dug something out of the hardware bag.
"This." The larger wolf snarled, and grabbed the smaller one's wrists, zip tying them together. The tan lupine barked in surprise and kicked his brother in the chops. Ty just shot him a dirty look and wrestled the hind legs down, before repeating with his ankles. Grylor's tan ears flattened with a whine. His bigger brother always liked to play rough.
Maybe a bit too rough.
"Now ... what else you have here?" Ty asked, getting up and digging through his siblings porno shop gift bags. His paws dug around a bit before he pulled out a slim neon green vibe. He shot the bound, cross dressing lupine a stern look. "What happened to the set I bought you last year?"
"I ... broke it?" Grylor replied, blushing a bit. He squirmed about, paws flexing in their makeshift binds. Ty just shook his head before unpackaging the vibe, pulling out some lube from a nearby drawer. Gry's bushy tail flicked back and forth a bit, and the younger wolf panted in anticipation. It didn't take long before the lubed, nubbed tip of the vibe pressed itself up against the maid's tight pucker, which flexed a bit.
Ty gave a malicious grin before shoving the vibrator in his brother's clenched tail hole with slow, antagonizing force. He savored the resistance of Grylor's insides as he pushed them apart, the wolf shuddering underneath him, hind legs spreading. The larger wolf watched in lewd interest as inch after inch disappeared under the vinyl skirt, just a hint of semi flaccid cock spilling from the sheath underneath. He tilted his bound sibling and with a growl, turned on the vibe to max setting. Grylor's quiet moans turned into deep squeals of delight as the vibrating nubs shook his entire prostate.
Ty worked the toy in and out of his brother's tight ass for several minutes, small drops of pre slipping from the tip of his own tapered slit.
"Enough screwing around." Ty growled, pulling the vibe out and tossing it to the side. "Time to get down to business." He pulled the hardware bag onto the bed, and pulled out some real toys: Several meters of 5/16th vinyl tubing. A mascara pen. A tube of super glue. A pair of cutting pliers.
"Forget Leather and Lace," the sick wolf rumbled out, a demented grin spreading across his disturbed muzzle, "Real Freaks shop at Hardware Hanks ..." Grylor took one look at the normally benign instruments of masochistic delight and whined, thrashing about.
"Ty ... " the tan wolf whimpered "... not now okay?" The other wolf looked down at him, silent for a few moments, and then shrugged, before rooting about the other porno shop bag. Deep down he knew few liked to play the games he did, and he tried not to let his disappointment show through. Instead he pulled out Grylor's final gift to himself, a remote controlled anal egg.
"You kinky little bitch ..." the older wolf chuckled, before applying some lube to the egg. Grylor seemed to blush and shrink down into his half vinyl, half lacy garments. His tail moved without any promoting however, when Ty pressed the metallic egg against the smaller wolf's loosened pucker. Grylor gasped out as his ass swallowed the chilly device with rapturous need. Ty played with the remote in his other paw for a moment, before sliding the slider setting to 'low'. His muzzle lips curled up in a smug, satisfied grin as his younger sibling bucked a bit in his binds, groaning out in a long dragged out whine. He slid it to 'high' and ran his free paw up the bound, bucking wolf's furry sacs, before taking the hard length above it and giving it a few hard pumps.
After a few minutes, Ty's paw let go of the leaking member, and the large wolf scooted farther down the bed, watching what Grylor would do. The smaller lupine whined and with his bound paws, reached down for his own erection. Just as his paws closed around himself, Ty shut the egg off, and Gry thrashed a bit, whining.
"No .... please ... don't s-s-stop!" Grylor kicked a bit, his paws straining against the zip ties as he pawed off in frantic tempo. Ty's sinister grin widened, sharp teeth bristling about in a half closed maw, the indirect control he had over the bound lupine's pleasure sending a sick thrill throughout his naked, fur covered body. His thumb started playing with the slider, alternating between the three settings at random, and he leaned back, watching in voyeuristic satisfaction as his remote manipulation sent Grylor into an ascending spiral of submissive ecstasy.
For several minutes, Ty watched his younger brother masturbate, pumping his swollen canid knot, and while his left paw ran the remote, his right paw attending to his own aching need.
As the symphony of Grylor's moans built, reached a feverish crescendo, Tyler leaned forward and grasped a hold of the small plastic line that ran just outside the smaller wolf's clenching pucker, and he pulled hard, dragging, forcing the vibrating bullet up hard against the thrashing lupine's pulsing prostate. Tyler's efforts were rewarded within moments when Grylor's cock twitched, and his thick white lupine cream sprayed, erupted from his tapered glans. The larger wolf smiled, before running a large paw up and down the cum drenched organ, which still dribbled blotches of thick lupine seed onto the pristine vinyl of Gyrlor's maid outfit.
While his brother panted in the afterglow, Tyler took the pliers and snipped the swooning wolf's bonds, freeing him. He tugged the egg out of Grylor's ass, which popped out with a soft slurp, and then laid down next to the other wolf, stroking himself. After a few moments the tan wolf got up on wobbly legs, a bit of cum and lube running down the fur of his thighs, inspecting the whorish sight. The wolf formerly known as Two Skins shook his head and gathered up the implements he had purchased at the hardware store.
Waste not Want not.
He took the pliers and cut himself a 30cm section of clear vinyl tubing, before taking the clear cover tip of the mascara pen and filling the inside with super glue. With a grin he thrust one end of the tubing into the open end of the pen tip, making sure to jam it in as far as he could, forming a tight fit. Within minutes the bond sealed, and even the strong wolf could not force the tip of the clear, homemade device off. Gyrlor watched Tyler's odd craft project in confusion, until the weird wolf took some KY and lubed the entire tip and length of tubing, before placing the tapered plastic to his piss slit.
Gyrlor's ears flattened as Ty slipped the pen tip into his urethra with a sharp gasp, and watched in one part fascination, two parts horror as the tubing slid deeper and deeper into his brother's hard, tapered cock. Grylor shuddered at the sight, and turned away, unable to watch as the other wolf slipped a few more centimeters of tubing into himself with a growl, his canid sex bulging as the tip passed down deeper.
"Not ... liking ... the sight?" Tyler panted, his paw quivering in an equal mixture of pain and pleasure as it continued to guide the tubing down deeper inside himself. Grylor shook his head, the queasy wolf undressing out of the maid's outfit before going back to the shower.
"It just kinda freaks me out is all." Grylor turned once more to the spectacle, before closing the bathroom door. "I have to clean the lube out anyway, my tail is getting sticky."
Tyler watched his sibling go, before drawing the tube out, and adding a bit more lube, his hind feet kicking slightly as the device bulged his cum slit before slipping out. He replaced the tip at his last virginal entrance, before slipping just the pen tip in, then back out, and repeating. Tyler groaned out, his whole body shuddering as he fucked his cock tip, until his internal resistance crumbled, and he once again started threading the 5/16's diameter tubing into his narrow urethra.
He threaded it slower this time, feeling every centimeter the device delved deeper, and deeper.
The sensation was intense, no doubt, the invasion of his tightest depths unnatural in the most primitive way. As the pen tip slipped down to the base of his penile root, the tubing met a bit of resistance when it came to the sharp bend of Tyler's J curve. He had to angle his still stiff member in a way to help straighten the J curve, and was careful not to force anything. The lupine whined out a bit, easing it back and forth, stretching his insides till the rounded tip navigated the bend.
His hind feet twitched a bit as his body almost seemed to suck the homemade device deeper into himself, and the wolf barked out in pleasure as the rounded tip of the pen cover bumped up into the entrance of his prostate. Tylers amber eyes rolled back into his head a bit, and despite knowing better, he ran his left paw up and down his dick, his insides slipping back and forth against the embedded implement. While this hurt a bit, and irritated the sensitive, delicate urethra, the wolf wasn't doing this just for the pleasance.
He was violating himself in a way no one else but himself would enjoy.
Tyler's quivering paw threaded deeper, then back off in torturous delight, the tip slowly working is way up inside his prostate. Tyler closed his eyes, his muzzle agape from the exquisite, unnerving sensation, tongue lolled out from the side of his muzzle, and he spread his legs a bit, trying to relax the clenched organ. Without warning, the clinched walnut sized gland eased, and the tip slipped completely inside his male g-spot.
The wolf almost came right then and there.
The groaning wolf's lithe body undulated on the bed, the indescribable, undefinable sensations rippling out from the very center of his pleasure zone to his shaking extremities. Tyler gave a few himself a few more strokes, his prostate bearing down on the invader within, and the lupine thrashed about some more. A few drops of lube and pre-cum welled up around his flared piss slit and dribbled down the side of his rigid cock flesh, till it rolled over the bulb of his swelling knot.
Tyler's paw grasped the five centimeters of tube that jutted up out of his cock head and pulled it out slightly, the tight bundle of sensitive nerves making his prostate spasm in reflex. The wolf squirted pre when his paw guided the length threading through him back in, and he moaned out, the other paw jacking himself off. A few minutes later the lupine pumped the hosing in and out of his rigid shaft, the tip slipping in and out of the hardening, spongy tissue with a slight give and take. As the depraved wolf tempo increased with the short barks of inevitable climax, he could feel the rough edges of the pen tip scrape his swelling, pulsing prostate.
He fucked his prostate hard and fast, from the inside out.
It went Beyond Pain. Beyond Pleasure. The esthesis immensely more gratifying than the simple sum of its constituents. Tyler threw back his head with a half moan, half strangled whimper as he pulled out the tubing in one slow motion, till the tip popped free of his flared piss slit. An intense burning sensation ran up through his abused pumping as Tyler showered his stroking paw in thick, blood streaked, lupine cum. His defiled prostate continued to pulse, pumping stinging seed through his stretched urethra in gush after agonizing gush.
The wolf didn't care about baser concerns of the flesh, only the myriad of rich sensations he could evoke from it.
Tyler's amber eyes swam in their sockets, the overload of perceptions making his entire furry body writhe about on the mattress. Eventually the clamor in his flesh calmed, and the wolf gingerly got up and made his way to the bathroom door, walking a little stiff. He knocked on the door and listened, hearing no more shower noise.
"Hey ... Gry ... let me in ... " Ty said, doing an embarrassing dance, "I gotta pee bro ..."
"I'm on the can." The other wolf replied, somewhat annoyed, his words muffled by the press board door. Ty folded his ears, cupping his sheath and half flaccid wolf cock with careful paws.
"Then let me use the shower, man."
"Use the sink next to you." Tyler's eyes widened at Grylor's suggestion, his canid ears perking at the obscene idea.
The proud wolf's overgrown ego deflated three sizes that day.
"I'm not going to use the sink!" Tyler bemoaned, his paw jiggling the door knob, which was locked. He didn't feel like adding any more holes into Grylor's dorm room doors. The crafty little tan wolf had already put in enough of those while dissembling half cocked paint ball rifles.
Meanwhile Grylor sat in the bathroom, laptop resting on the wet fur of his lap, smiling at what predicament his cocky brother found himself in. Tyler looked at the mirror above the sink and grimaced. Real great. He also got to watch himself piss in some dirty sink like some scuzzy gutter dwelling yote'. The wolf grabbed his cock and gritted his fangs, squeezing his bladder muscles.
The piss pushed at the plug of semen still within, but the wolf's knees wobbled as the stream of hot, acidic urea ran past the self induced tears in the capillaries of his prostate and urethra. Tyler whimpered like a mewling pup as a orange tinged stream shot out of his cock tip. The wolf's paws grasped the edge of the sink for support as he nearly fainted from the agony.
The pain was exquisite; like pissing splinters of broken glass.
Ty gave a short, sharp bark as a few, small blood clots splashed into the sink, and Grylor's tan ears perked at the pathetic sound.
What a dumbass.
After flushing the remains down the sink with a turn of the facet control, Tyler made his shaky way back to Grylor's bed. Soon, Grylor emerged, still naked from the shower, and put his laptop into hibernation, setting it on a broken chair. He lingered a bit down there, going through something, before getting ready to turn in for the night. Grylor flicked off the light and slipped into bed, his brother placed two arms around his slim chest, before snuggling him from behind. Tyler's naked, furry form pressed up tight against his sibling, nosing the back of his scruff.
"Hope you still enjoyed, even if we didn't fuck." Tyler whispered into his brother's ear. "I know you've been through a lot the past few days." Grylor murred slightly and nodded, before taking the other wolf's wrists in front of him and zip tying them together in one deft maneuver.
The zip of the notched plastic resounded like thunder through the darkness.
"Not as much as your going to go through in the next few hours."
"Awhhhh fuck ..." Tyler sighed, half grinning at his devious little brother.
Despite the pains, the pleasures of life and death, these unforgettable moments were truly the Ties That Bind ...
~ Fin ~
Once again I have to stress that sounding can cause traumatic injury, infection, and permanent damage, both physiologically and physically, if certain precautions are not followed. My first introduction to UP was less than consensual. If you are genuinely interested in more information, check out the Google group, 'The Sweetest SOUNDS', or various member sites, like Fozzie's Den.