Forbidden Chapter 2
Forbidden Chapter 2-- Go Wild
Late the following morning, a Saturday and one of Matt's few days off, he found himself standing back by his bed after his various chores, phone calls, and other wastes of his time. Right in front of him laid his pet, still asleep and curled up in the covers, not having gotten up at all since they 'played' the night before. As usual, Matt sighed slightly and smiled, absolutely amazed at how adorable Sirrus was. Matt himself was nude, having just gotten ready to take his and Sirrus's bath, which he had already run in the bathroom.
After a few seconds of just staring at his pet, he walked to the bed and leaned over, kissing Sirrus on the cheek and petting his head softly, "Sirrus, boy...wake up, boy..."
Sirrus murred softly at the petting, opening one eye, then closing it again.
Matt chuckled softly and climbed into the bed, then pulled Sirrus up close and out from under the covers, "Come on, Sirrus, get up..." He cooed softly and petted Sirrus's side gently, this time getting out a tired yawn and a small smile out of his pet, but nothing else. "Good morning!" Matt slid back and sat up against the head board, holding Sirrus against his chest and stomach, setting the dragon in his lap. "You sleep okay, boy?"
Sirrus nodded and leaned against Matt, "Yup..."
"You're not sore are you?" Matt stopped himself, realizing that Sirrus might not understand that, "Do you hurt anywhere?"
Sirrus tilted his head a bit to look at his shoulder, "A little..."
"I'm sorry about this," Matt leaned down and kissed the mark on his Pet's shoulder, "Will you forgive me?" Sirrus giggled and nodded at his master, causing Matt to smile, half sadly. "I promise it won't happen again, okay?"
Sirrus tilted his head, again, in the same cute, confused way as always, "Okay..."
Matt shook his head slowly, "You just don't understand, huh?"
Sirrus, of course, just smiled and shook his head; he didn't get it at all.
Matt lowered his hand and rubbed the back of his pet's thigh, "Is your shoulder all that hurts, boy?" trailing up under his tail to his rear.
The moment Matt's hand touched Sirrus's tailhole, he let out a quick, high pitched, whimper.
Matt sighed sadly and rubbed his pet's hole, softly, with his finger, "If you ever let me do it again, I won't be so rough." Matt nuzzled Sirrus, figuring he still didn't understand.
Sirrus just sat still, smiling and pretending to understand what Matt was talking about as his master continued, "Did you have any fun, though? You made me very happy, and I hope you'll let me do it again...but only if you have fun, too!"
Sirrus just smiled and nodded, still not saying much for some reason, and Matt decided it best to just give up on trying to explain. So, cradling Sirrus in his arms, he stood up. With a quick breath and a nervous sigh, Matt remembered that he was nude--although Sirrus probably could hardly tell the difference. Sirrus is ALWAYS nude.
"You ready for our bath, boy? We gotta' hurry up before the water gets cold!"
Sirrus tilted his head, yet again, making Matt start to wonder if Sirrus knew just how cute he looked when he did it. "Bath? What's a bath?"
Matt sighed through a soft smile, "You'll see!"
The ottercoon nuzzled the end of his pet's muzzle and then kissed him lightly as he walked them out into the hall. Sirrus wagged his tail and looked around, enjoying being up so high, and Matt walked down the hall, into the bathroom, and then over to the already filled tub.
"Hope you don't mind water, boy."
"Nope..." Sirrus said softly as he looked down into the tub, not quite sure what to make of it.
"Ok..." Matt sat him down beside the tub and dipped a maroon paw into the water. "Ooh! Still nice and warm: almost hot. Should feel really nice on your..." Matt paused and slowly frowned, with yet another sigh, "...your sores."
Matt leaned back down, picking Sirrus up under his arms and setting him into the water. Sirrus sighed as the hot water washed over his sores. A moment of adjusting in the water, he giggled and splashed a bit, smiling wide as if he had accomplished something.
Matt smiled back at Sirrus, quite happy that his pet turned out to like the idea of a bath, and then stepped into it with Sirrus, sitting behind him, both facing the faucet, "How does it feel, boy?"
"It's warm!" Sirrus giggled, still smiling. He looked back at his master, letting his paws run through the water.
Matt scooted back a little and leaned Sirrus back onto him. He let the water rush up and onto the dragon's shoulders, leaving only his pet's head above water, and then grabbed a nearby bar of soap. Sirrus followed the soap with his eyes, from its tray to where Matt held it near the surface of the water, adorably confused as usual.
Matt smiled again and put it by Sirrus's nose, to let him smell it. "This will get you all nice and clean, boy!"
Sirrus arched his neck up and took a deep sniff before laughing, "It smells good!!" He leaned forward and took it into his mouth to bite it, but opened his eyes wide and spat it right back out.
"You won't do that again will you?" Matt chuckled and picked the soap back up.
Sirrus clasped his hands over his mouth and shook his head quickly, "Did I do something bad?"
Matt giggled, "Not at all, boy, it just tastes bad!" and reached back down, rubbing the soap across his pet's submerged chest. Then, he moved forward a bit, propping Sirrus's head up against his stomach, "You just relax and let me get you cleaned, ok?"
Sirrus murred and leaned back, pushing against his master's sheath and causing Matt to murr and smile. The ottercoon was sure that Sirrus was doing it intentionally that time, probably wanting to 'play' with him some more.
Matt rubbed his pet's chest more firmly with the soap, moving it up to Sirrus's neck and his un-hurt shoulder, "This feel nice boy?"
Sirrus murred deeply and nodded, as Matt rubbed more on his chest, tilting his head back a bit to get the underside of his muzzle. Then he moved his hand back into the water and rubbed the soap down his pet's right arm, resting on Matt's thigh.
Sirrus giggled a little and shifted in the water, "Its bubbly!"
Matt chuckled before putting the soap into his left hand and holding onto Sirrus with his right. "Uhhm...this may sting a little, okay?"
Sirrus flashed a confused look back up at Matt, and Matt reached down and held tight onto Sirrus's right claw with his own.
"Squeeze if this stings too much, okay?"
Matt rubbed the soap up the left side of Sirrus's chest and across his hurt shoulder, rubbing pretty firmly, across and over it. Sirrus cringed, but he just bit his lower lip in an attempt to ignore it. Seeing his pet in pain, Matt squeezed his claw even though he hadn't squeeze his, and finished cleaning his pet's shoulder before moving on down onto his left arm.
"Good boy!" Matt said with a wide smile, trying to make Sirrus feel big and strong. "You barely flinched!" He then leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the end of his muzzle.
Sirrus giggled, feeling proud, and licked his master's muzzle playfully. Matt quickly caught his pet's tongue in a kiss, still intent on teaching him, as he moved the soap back down low on Sirrus's chest and stomach.
Sirrus, not sure what was going on, just whimpered. Matt tilted his pet's head, not breaking the kiss, and began suckling and licking at his pet's tongue. Sirrus, though, only whimpered more, and pulled back, not being able to breathe.
Matt looked away, "Sorry boy...I'll stop..." as he felt that disgusted feeling rising up in his chest again. He needed to learn to control himself.
Matt commenced to wash his pet's lower chest and his stomach again, and Sirrus, although confused as to why his master looked away, simply shrugged and continued playing in the water. Matt rubbed down Sirrus's stomach, nearing his groin, and sighed as he stopped and sat Sirrus up, not wanting either of them to get too excited and have a repeat of last night.
"Now I'm gonna' clean your back. Lean forward a little, boy."
Sirrus nodded and leaned forward, as he was told, occasionally putting his muzzle into the water and making bubbles. Matt rubbed the soap down his pet's back, just as firmly as in front, trying not to push too hard, to make sure Sirrus was able to keep his muzzle above the water.
Sirrus quickly began to get bored, and settled with playing with his tail as Matt washed his back. Matt trailed lower on his back, though, until he reached Sirrus's tail, which he pulled it straight back, free of Sirrus's claws.
"Sorry boy, all of you needs to be clean."
Sirrus giggled absent mindedly again, and nodded as Matt finished up his tail and leaned him back yet again. This time, he pulled him closer so his back was against him, as he began rubbing and washing his pet's thighs, but trying not to trail too far up the inner side of either of them.
Sirrus simply murred and leaned back, enjoying the attention. Matt nuzzled him in return, hugging him nice and close with one arm as he worked farther down his pet's legs.
"How old are you, boy? Do you know how old you are?"
Sirrus shook his head slowly, "My old master never told me...he hit and yelled when I asked too many questions..."
"Were you with him for as long as you can remember?" Matt asked, and Sirrus just nodded, causing Matt to sigh, "I'm so sorry he treated you like that. That's why it makes me sad that I hurt you last night. Can you...can you understand that, boy?" Sirrus only looked up at his new master and shook his head, making Matt sigh again, "You don't even know what being treated nice is, do you?"
Sirrus shook his head again. He wasn't sure what his master meant, but he was still smiling, as Matt ran the soap back up Sirrus's leg. He was nearing the dragon's groin, but hoped that if he kept his pet distracted with talking, that he wouldn't get excited.
"How did you get away from him? You know, before I found you...how'd you get to the pound?" Matt ran the soap up across Sirrus's sac and then to the flesh beside his sheath as he talked.
"He...he said run outside. Then didn't let me back in...then a...a...orange tiger took me to the place with other pets..."
"Oh. I was thinking maybe you ran away and that's how you got to the pound. The place with the pets was called a 'pound' by the way." Matt informed Sirrus as he moved across his pet's sheath, rubbing the soap on the other side of it.
Sirrus giggled only then noticing where his master was cleaning, "Pound?"
"Yes, pound." Matt rubbed the soap down beside his pet's sac and then under it as he continued, "Did...did you ever TRY to run away?"
Sirrus was still giggling at the attention then stopped at the question. "No, Master! My first master...he fed me and kept me safe..."
Matt frowned immediately, "And that's all you wanted?" He rubbed lower and motioned with his arm for Sirrus to lift his legs, "You didn't want him to love you? To not hurt you?"
"...love? He was allowed to hurt me...he was my master!" Sirrus smiled, really not knowing what he just said.
"But you didn't want to be hurt. You didn't like it, and that means he shouldn't have done it!" Matt moved the soap to his pet's tailhole, hoping it was not as sore now that it was in the nice warm water, but the second he touched the soap to his hole, Sirrus let out a sharp cry and tried to move away from the soap.
Matt quickly held him still, "I'm sorry, Sirrus. You gotta' get clean. Be the big strong boy I know you are, and sit still, okay?"
Matt reached down and took a hold of Sirrus's hand again so he could squeeze. This time, Sirrus squeezed Matt's hand hard, whimpering and closing his eyes, as Matt squeezed back, and moved the soap back to his pet's hole.
Sirrus cried out again, but held still as Matt rubbed against him. Matt spent a little less time cleaning his pet's sore hole than he probably should have, and then moved the soap away, rubbing back up and across Sirrus's sac, "See? all over..."
Sirrus whimpered and nodded, "Y...yes Master...okay..."
Mat rubbed the soap up to Sirrus sheath, the only part of him he hadn't cleaned and rubbed up and down across it, kissing his pet's cheek, "I know that hurt. I'm sorry...but the bath is almost over now. Okay, boy?"
Sirrus nodded and cringed lightly at the remnant of the sting, as Matt continued to rub up and down across his sheath. Oddly, Matt was happy that at least the pain was keeping Sirrus from getting too noticeably aroused.
And he, meanwhile, tried to ignore his growing want to 'play' with Sirrus again as his pet leaned back trying to relax, and still whimpering slightly. Many long moments later, Matt caught himself just basically stroking his pet with the soap and stopped himself.
"You're all clean!" Matt smiled and hugged Sirrus.
Sirrus smiled back and then turned around in the water. "Can we go to the park?"
Matt patted Sirrus on the head. "First I have to clean myself too. Okay, boy?"
"Okay!" Sirrus giggled and nodded, sitting back and watching his master, while he wagged his tail.
Matt quickly washed his chest and back, and then moved to his stomach, "Did you ever...play with anyone other than me? Like we did yesterday?"
Sirrus stopped to think as Matt moved to clean his neck, "Well...I've rubbed myself like that some, I think."
"Anything else?" Matt said, moving to his pits and then arms.
"Well...once, a man at the place...er...at the pound, right?"
"Right!"
"A man at the pound played with me. He called me cute, and touched me there. Then made me touch his clothes, where yours is. And I didn't know what the hard thing was inside, but I do now. But then someone was coming down the hall and he ran away."
Matt moved to his legs, starting to wish he hadn't asked, as he felt myself swelling in his sheath a little. He didn't think to stop himself, though, before he asked again, "Uhhh...anything else?" Matt moved to his groin, kicking himself mentally as he began cleaning his sheath and sac, only making the situation worse.
"Well...he did come back once. I think he wanted to put it in me like you did last night, cause he put his thing by my hole. But ran again when he heard someone else coming. I didn't know what he was going to do, like I do now. He just said it was a game...and I love games!" Sirrus smiled and wagged his tail.
Matt smiled back and neglected to move his hand from where it was cleaning, "Do you?"
Sirrus nodded, "I like catch and tag and other games! I thought this would be a fun game too! But...." Sirrus looked behind himself, "...i guess it would have hurt..."
Mat moved his hand finally, the last statement snapping him back to reality, and he was immediately disgusted with himself for even thinking about 'playing' with Sirrus again. In the process of moving his hand, though, he exposed his growing erection, "I'm really sorry about that. I wish I could make it stop hurting..."
Sirrus looked at his master's hard on, not sure what to do, "I...it's okay. Masters can do that...I don't mind...."
His pet's utter submissiveness getting the best of him, his erection grew larger and farther out of the sheath, "B-but it wasn't any fun for you..." Matt stood up, done with the bath and needing to get out of the tub before he did something he would regret.
Sirrus tilted his head and smiled, half staring at Matt's erection, but with his mind, at that moment, on other things, "Park??"
"Yeah." Matt leaned over his pet, trying to keep his cock clear of him as he pulled the knob to empty the tub. "But first, I've gotta' do something and then I'll get us all dried off, ok?" The ottercoon smiled.
Sirrus nodded and bounded out of the tub, sitting on the rug as Matt stepped out of the tub as well.
"I'll be right back," Matt walked out of the bathroom, still soaked and getting his carpet wet on the way, headed back to his bedroom to paw off.
Sirrus tilted his head and followed close behind, since he wasn't actually told to stay. He didn't follow close enough that Matt could notice, though, and poked his head into his and his master's room to see what the ottercoon was doing.
Matt sat on the foot of his bed, ignoring that he was soaking it, and wrapped his hand around his raging erection, quickly stroking along his shaft and leaning back on his left hand, sighing. "God, that little dragon has no idea what a tease he is!"
Sirrus watched intently, blushing a little knowing that his master was talking about him, as Matt leaned his head back and stroked faster.
"God Damn...hopefully he'll be up to something again soon..." Matt closed his eyes and thought about the night before as he stroked himself.
Sirrus tried to get a closer look and tripped, falling and opening the door wider.
The noise startled the ottercoon, and he stopped pawing off, as he looked up to see his pet laying on the floor. "Sirrus!"
Sirrus whimpered and quickly scooted back, only shutting the door in the process, "I...I'm sorry!"
"No. No...it's ok. You just surprised me, is all." Matt hadn't moved his hand yet, and lied back, stroking himself again as if Sirrus weren't even in the room.
Sirrus soon forgot about being scared and padded, on all fours, over to his master, watching him paw himself off. Matt kept stroking himself, too worried about getting off to think about the fact that his pet was in the room. At least he was getting off without hurting the boy again. Sirrus looked on in awe, not sure what to think, and only remembering what happens when whatever-Matt-was-doing is done.
Matt began breathing heavier, and sped up, stroking faster and squeezing harder as he laid his head farther back and curled his toes. Intoxicated by the smell of it all and the better memories of the last night, Sirrus moved forward a bit more and stuck his nose under Matt's balls, licking hesitantly.
Matt noticed his pet's licking, but was too caught up to argue or even look up, and began stroking slower, "Th...thank you, boy..."
Sirrus licked faster, wanting to make his master feel good, and pressed my nose harder under Matt's sac. Mat lifted his legs up and scooted back, and, as he did, Sirrus his moved with him, climbing onto the bed and unintentionally licking his master's hole and slipping his tongue in, too caught up in the taste and smell of it all to pull back. He even pushed his tongue father in, putting even more pressure under his master's balls with his nose.
Matt murred, lifting his knees up to give Sirrus all the access he needs, "Good boy...good..." He tried to stroke slower still, not wanting it to end too soon, as Sirrus began to nip at his master's hole, chewing lightly at his ring. "Oah...that feels great, boy..."
Sirrus continued, glad to be making his master happy.
"B..boy?" Matt sputtered out and Sirrus stopped, removing his tongue, but not moving his head, and looked up at Matt. Matt looked back down at him and frowned slightly, "Sorry...no...never mind."
Sirrus shrugged, going back to work, nipping and sucking at his master's surprisingly tasty hole. Matt murred and moaned, letting Sirrus continue and trying not to ask him what he knew he wanted to; he knew that Sirrus would blindly agree to let him do it, no matter what, and he didn't want that
Sirrus finally stopped, out of breath, and smiled up at his master, "Did I do good, Master?" not at all realizing that Matt had yet to finish.
"You did very good, just like you did good last night." Matt sat up and started stroking myself again, reaching over to pet Sirrus with his free hand.
The dragon licked at his master's palm and looked at him, smiling.
Matt smiled back and kept stroking his length, lowering his left hand to rub his sac. "That didn't...uhhm...taste bad to you?" Sirrus shook his head and smiled up at Matt, who only half smiled back, "Tha-That's good..." He stammered out as he leaned his head back, still pawing off rapidly.
Sirrus leaned forward, watching intently at the pre flowing from his master's tip, and wondering if it was anything like what had come out of his own the night before. Matt felt himself tensing up, his hand already wet with pre, as he moaned a little louder and thought more about the previous night.
Sirrus leaned farther forward, darting out his tongue to quickly lick away the pre, causing his master to jump and stop stroking himself.
The ottercoon looked down at his pet with his eyes squinted and whispered hesitantly, "Suck it, boy. Be a good boy and suck it like you did last night...ok?"
Without a moment hesitation, Sirrus dove down, licking and sucking, doing everything he could to taste more of whatever was coming out of his master.
Matt simply bit his lip and rubbed his pet's head, "Good boy...good boy..."
Completely overcome by the taste and wanting more, Sirrus dove down farther, taking the whole shaft into his mouth, and sucked frantically, darting his tongue out far enough to lick Matt's sack. Matt gasped, amazed that Sirrus wasn't gagging himself, and he immediately tensed up, shooting his load deep into his pet's muzzle and throat, as he fell back onto the bed.
Loving the taste, Sirrus happily gulped down every last drop, and then sat up with a smiling, "Can we go to the park now, Master?"
"Actually, boy..." The ottercoon panted, "It's early still...and I've got an idea first..." Matt smiled softly down at Sirrus, as his pet tilted his head. "How would you like to play the 'game' we played last night?"
Sirrus looked concerned, and started to back away but stopped, "O...okay Master...whatever you want..."
Matt kept smiling, his own erection already subsiding, "I don't think you understand..."
The ottercoon pulled Sirrus up on top of him and kissed him on the cheek, then whispered something in his ear. Matt had had his fun, now, and was no longer horny -- no longer thinking the cruel, lusty thoughts he'd been suppressing in the bath. Instead, he'd decided to give his boy a treat: an apology of sorts. One that could help the erection the dragon had gotten while sucking him moments before. As Matt's whispering finished, Sirrus's face lit up and he smiled wide and nodded, not believing what his master was suggesting.
Matt pulled back, raising his voice. "And you don't have to worry, boy: it won't hurt me at all, okay?"
Sirrus nodded frantically, and moved down, sniffing around his master's crotch, raised thighs, and hole. He wasted no time talking or over-thinking it, before clumsily mounting the ottercoon missionary style and touching his tip to Matt's pucker. He did, though, like a good pet, stop to smile up at him, waiting for the go ahead as he slowly wagged his tail.
Matt smiled down at the dragon, "Go wild, boy."
Sirrus moaned as I maneuvered and push his smaller member into his master quickly, hilting himself. Matt twitched and grunted at the sudden penetration. He smiled softly to himself as he thanked God that Sirrus was small; the little guy definitely didn't know how to take this stuff slow.
"Good boy. Have fun..."
Sirrus barely heard his master's encouraging words as he clamped his front legs hard on his master. He began to thrust wildly, already wanting the release he had gotten the night before, and buried his muzzle in his master's stomach, his tongue lolled out on the still wet fur.
Matt closed his mouth tight. He had just enough submissive tendencies to love the feeling of the little guy going at him, but he was trying not to make any noises that would make Sirrus think it hurt. Experience suggested that that would make him stop. He petted Sirrus's head in silence, instead, as he felt his pet's tongue lapping through the fur on his stomach.
Sirrus began to whimper and whine, his thrusts speeding up and becoming more and more erratic as the third orgasm of his life drew near. Matt had to restrain a laugh at how determined and cute his pet looked. As he petted him more, he clenched his mouth shut tighter, so happy that he was finally doing something for Sirrus.
Sirrus let out a loud cry as he hilted into his master. His load spraying into the ottercoon, and Matt echoed the scream with a low moan at the sudden pressure and heat inside of him. After adjusting to the feeling of the dragon's impressive load, the ottercoon smiled, petting Sirrus more as he lied spent on his master's stomach.
"Th...thank you, Master..." The dragon finally squeaked out between breaths, "...thank you..."
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There we go! The soap opera, Forbidden, continues!!
* Starring: F. R. Borealis as Matt Cameron Cecil B. North as Sirrus *
I originally wrote this with my now-ex-boyfriend, Cecil. It was an RP that we were doing together, thus it being so very sexual for the first two chapters. Our third RP (Chapter 3) ended up introducing an actual story, though, at which point we decided to post it on here as a story series. It ended up being a very good idea, and got us a VERY nice fan response.
Cecil was a writer here as well, back in the Yiffstar days. If you want to check out the stuff he wrote back then, go ahead and look him up. His username on here is: Cecil_88
Side Note: Sirrus is neither a feral nor a cub...but he's closer to either of those things than he is a fully sentient and adult furry. If you like cubs, think of him as one...if you like bestiality, think of him as a feral...if you like poke/digimon, think of him as one of those. It's completely up to you! ^_^
Anyway, thanks for reading!
I welcome any feedback! Comment or PM me here, or email me at frostborealis[at]gmail.com I'll also be getting myself a twitter and a facebook dedicated to Borealis soon.
See you for the next 54 chapters of Forbidden! ^_^