Six Weeks in Hell: Day 9
William stood tall and confident on the street corner, one large arm draped round the shoulders of his diminutive pet fox, Alphonse. William was dressed in bluejeans, and a fur-tight neoprene exercise shirt under an unbuttoned plaid shirt. Alphonse wore a tight black shirt and bright pink short shorts. William liked to show his pet off.
Alphonse nuzzled his master's side affectionately, then looked up to his master's eyes. His face was strained, and his eyes sought comfort.
And approval. Always, approval.
William conveyed both silently, hugging the fox tighter to him. He leaned down and kissed his pet firmly, not caring whether anyone cared to look. As he pulled away, Alphonse failed to suppress a moan. William smiled.
He didn't care if anyone noticed Alphonse half way to creaming himself, either. In his left paw, the one still holding the little fox, William held a tiny plastic remote. It controlled the vibration of the plum-sized butt plug under the fox's tail. With the claw of his thumb, William slid the little slider on the face of the remote up higher. Alphonse leaned against him more, struggling to contain himself. Still, his cock remained encased in its little chromed-steel sleeve, straining madly in response to the vibration he could feel throughout all his lower regions.
The bus they'd been waiting on pulled up. They and the others who'd been waiting boarded quickly, and were off in under a minute.
The ride passed in near-silence, broken only by the noise of the heavy bus's passage. And, William noted with a smile, Alphonse's moaning and squirming. He held the fox tight, silently comforting him.
Their stop came up shortly. They rose and dropped from the bus's steps. Alphonse looked upon the front of a an apartment building he'd never seen before. His master had told him only that he had a friend here, and that he was throwing a party. William led him through the lobby to the elevator.
Immediately upon arriving on the desired floor, they heard the heavy thump of dance music. They came to the door and William knocked firmly.
A Saint Bernard, taller slightly than William's nearly two meters, answered. He wore a long, cushioned black robe. He and the wolf locked paws with an audible slap, and the two pulled each other together to crash shoulder to shoulder.
"Will!" the giant of a dog replied in a voice fit for a mighty knight or warrior from one of Alphonse's beloved fantasy novels. "Been ages. How you doing, you old jerk?"
William grinned, sincerely companionable, but still imposing, displaying his great alabaster fangs. "Been on a cloud, friend." He squeezed the fox at his side as if for emphasis.
"I can see that," the Saint Bernard replied, running an eye up and down Alphonse's lithe figure.
William somehow managed to grin even wider. "Yeah, I suppose you can."
"Alphonse," he said, gesturing to the huge form of the dog. "This is Mick, from back in the old neighborhood where I grew up."
Mick nodded to the fox, his rather large face friendly.
"Mick," he continued. "This is Alphonse." He nodded imperceptibly down to the fox. Permission to speak freely.
"Nice to meet you," he said meekly, unconsciously feeling the dominance of the man radiating out like heat and bowing his head subserviently. "William's told me all about you."
"I deny everything," he replied flatly. The three shared a laugh, before Mick ushered them inside.
They stepped into an impressively large studio apartment, the far wall one long, solid picture window. It looked out across the gleaming points of light that were the city, standing out in the dark like a field of stars.
The apartment was lit only by roaming, multicolored lasers and rows of black lights. A half-naked male cat with long dreadlocks stood behind a table of instruments, one cup of a pair of headphones over an ear.
On the black leather couches, the cushions piled in the center of the expansive floor, and all the corners of the large room were scenes fit for Rome. Nude and half-nude furs danced, cavorted, indulged. Fucked. Mostly, fucked. Every position it was possible in which for two males to pleasure one another were displayed throughout the room. All manner of sexual device, apparatus and tool glowed under the black lights, making a scene both strange to the eye and familiar to the very basest parts of the male creature. In one corner, a snow-white rabbit with hips like a woman's stood on tip-toe, practically hanging from a pair of shackles secured to the ceiling. A tiger, huge and imposing, stood next to him and administered forceful swats to the bunny's firm ass with a riding crop, to the audible approval of those furs not too busy to watch.
Mick stepped out of his robe, freeing his hard, powerful body to the eye. Alphonse caught himself gaping at the sight of the dog's endowment.
"You two get comfortable," he shouted over the thumping music. "There's drinks in the kitchen."
With that he strode off into the sea of debauchery, his taught muscles tensing and flexing, granting perfect anatomy lesson on the perfect ass.
William turned to his pet, beginning to shed his own clothes. "You heard him, pet," he said firmly.
Alphonse got the hint and began to strip off his scant clothing. Within a moment he stood naked but for his collar and chastity device, before his master's Olympian physique which was similarly undisguised. He held up the little remote to Alphonse's vibrator, considering it. He switched it off and put it in the breast pocket of his shirt, which hung with the clothes of all the many revelers here. He stepped over to Alphonse and nonchalantly plucked the inactive device from beneath his tail. The fox squealed loud enough to be heard over the music as the thing passed his ring. William set it on a shelf near their clothes.
"Come on," he said, smiling. "I'll get you a drink."
Alphonse smiled and latched onto his master's arm. "Thank you, sir," he squeaked over the thumping bass.
In the kitchen, William poured himself a rum and Coke in a Collins glass, and then mixed his pet a Tequila Sunrise in a slim, tall glass which glowed pink under the black lights. Alphonse appreciated his master anew as he did an innumerable number of times a day. In all his dating life, William was the only one who'd ever remembered his favorite drink. He mixed a damn good one, too, he thought, taking a sip.
The two stood together, drinking in the sights of the party and working up the buzz to go insert themselves into it. They mutually settled with particular interest upon the bunny receiving the brutal attentions of his tiger partner. The rabbit's fur, white as fresh snow, glowed blue under the lights, automatically drawing the eye with its brightness. The bunny's shapely nude body, wriggling and writhing in his restraints under the assault of the tiger's riding crop, kept it there.
William drank the sight in a while longer, then shifted his gaze down to his pet. The fox was staring, his attention absolute. William looked over every familiar line and angle of the fox's slight frame. The rabbit was shapelier than he, arguably cuter, but to William there was no equal to his pet. His love.
"Come on," he said, pulling Alphonse's attention from the live S&M porno. "Let's find a better place to watch."
Alphonse followed him to an area of floor before the scene. Lush, soft cushions were set out here, too, many of them taken up by furs either observing, having fun of their own, or both. William found a large one and sat down. Alphonse snuggled up next to him, the pillow more than large enough for both of them. William draped an arm over the fox's shoulders. Alphonse held his large paw as they sat like a couple at the movies.
As they watched, the tiger finished his work with the riding crop, and turned his victim around to face the audience. He cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes red. His cock stood out before him, dark red and dripping pre. Evidently, he'd been enjoying himself.
The tiger took the rabbit's length in paw and began to gently, slowly massage and squeeze it, wary of his sub's pent-up sensitivity. He didn't want to finish him, just to keep him going. The rabbit threw his head about, whining and moaning in pleasured agony. After a moment more, the tiger stopped, letting the bunny hang there and breath. The tiger stepped forward, turning his gaze to the audience.
"And for my next trick," he said with exaggerated mock-showmanship, to the laughter of the crowd. "I shall require a volunteer from the audience! We're all out of lube, you see."
The audience laughed again. Suddenly, William stood, pulling Alphonse up by the collar.
"You can use mine," he enunciated in a stage-voice capable of piercing the din. The audience laughed again. Alphonse found himself pushed forth, toward the humanoid mountain that was the tiger. Having just spent the last twenty minutes or so watching the tiger beat the living hell out of a fellow sub's ass, he looked back at his master in apprehension.
"Don't worry," William said, putting a strong paw on the fox's shoulder. "I'm right here."
Reassured, Alphonse turned back to the tiger. The tiger beckoned him forth, then pressed down on the top of his head. Alphonse sank to his knees obediently.
The tiger's equipment stood before him, great and solid. Feeling a surge of dizzying lust cut through his fear, he reached out his tongue and lapped at the impressive length like a frozen treat, mad for the intoxicating taste of male.
The tiger rubbed his head, encouraging him as he tasted every inch with his tongue. After a time, the paw moved from the top to the back of his head. Alphonse took then cue, and took as much of the great fleshy thing into his muzzle as he was able, moving back and forth upon it with practiced skill. He took a deep breath of threw his nose, and speared the log of male flesh down his throat. Suppressing his gag reflex, he swallowed the tiger until his little black nose collided with the tiger's crotch. The tiger withdrew his length glistening with saliva.
"Goddamn, I'd like to shake your hand," he remarked to William. The audience laughed as they shook. He retook his seat, Alphonse coming over and curling up in his lap. He received scratch behind the ears for his his heart-felt performance.
The tiger walked around behind the bunny and, gripping his hips, lined up his tool and rammed it home. The bunny moaned like a whore as tiger drilled him with gusto. He gripped the neon-green tethers which bound him to the ceiling, using them as a firm base to hold against the tiger's thrusts.
The audience cheered their approval, many falling into passion amongst themselves. Within no time, the bunny was showing plain signs that his climax was near. William nudge Alphonse. The fox looked up, tearing his eyes from the show.
"Go help the poor thing," he told him.
The fox smiled widely. "Yes, sir!"
The fox crawled forward and began to lap at the bunny's dripping cock. The rabbit, out of his mind, totally overstimulated, bucked his hips against the fox's face blindly. When Alphonse took hold of the hot little pepper between his lips and gave him something to thrust into, it finally proved too much. The rabbit screeched, and with one last thrust, filled the fox's muzzle with his pent-up load. The fox pulled off after the first blast, to let the rest cover his pretty face. The tiger roared and finished as well. The audience roared approval, sending drops of cum into the air at the show's climax like confetti.
William held Alphonse close in the back seat of the cab they were taking home. The fox nuzzled him warmly, murring in pleasure at being close to his mate and master.
"Did you have fun, pet?" William asked.
"Yes sir!" Alphonse replied excitedly. "It was one hell of a show!"
William chuckled. "You were the best part of it," he said. Alphonse blushed, bashfully.
They rode in silence a while longer, which Alphonse break meekly.
"Sir, can I ask you something?"
"Anything, pet," William replied warmly.
"Why didn't you play with anyone at the party?"
William looked the fox in the eye, smiling.
"You're the only one for me, baby."
The fox literally swooned, overcome with infatuation. William kissed him, gently, though, expressing every nuance of what he felt with his tongue. They pulled apart, eyes locked, gazing into each other's souls.
"I love you, sir," Alphonse whispered, hoarse with emotion.
"I love you too," William replied.
Gently, his paw drifted up to the back of the fox's head and directed it toward the open crotch of his jeans.
It might have been considered inappropriate, or vulgar, after such intimacy, but to William and Alphonse it was just as intimate and meaningful as a kiss. They did not pretend about their respective roles in the relationship, and they were both happy with them. Alphonse put just as much feeling into his tongue as had his master.
The drive looked back at them in the mirror, looking indignant. William stared daggers at him, daring him to say something. He didn't.