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He looked into the submissive's eyes, twisting a length of rope around his paw as he did.

"Ready boy?" he said sternly, his concern masked by this masquerade.

The slave smiled softly and nodded.

"Good," his Master said. "Jump up." He nodded towards a spanking bench in the middle of the room.

The slave looked towards it and scampered in its direction, wading towards the life raft through a sea of carpet. He clambered onto it, holding it tightly with both paws, never wishing to let go, never wanting to depart from this submission.

He positioned himself on the frame, face down, his lithe body draped across the top, with both legs trailing behind on the bench's lower supports.

Moments later, he felt a soft length of twine placed upon his back, before his Master tugged it downwards and around to keep him firmly in place. The method was repeated on his legs, which were secured tightly to the frame. His arms were soon tied to one of the supports, with rope wrapped around numerous times to prevent escape. It was simple, but it was effective.

Master stepped back to admire his handy work. He looked down at his pet, splayed on the leatherette, and coughed.

"Aren't you forgetting something, boy?" he queried as he ran his paw slowly down his back towards the base of his tail.

The slave thought for a moment before flicking his tail upward to expose his hole, the soft downy hair pointing towards the direction of entry, a poor guardian to a forbidden cave.

"Good boy," Master said as he pinched the slave's ass before walking back to the table on which his toys were set.

Anticipation built in the slave's mind as his tail started to wag slowly. He dared to peek, to see what was in store for him, but he knew better than to analyse the machinations of his Master. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he heard noises behind him, the rattling of a chain, the opening of a bottle, and this merely made his heart beat faster still.

In his loins, he felt something stirring. To distract himself, he stared down at the carpet intently, the bobbles like waves as far as his eyes could see. The more he stared, the more wave-like they became, with the bacteria in his eyes creating virtual ripples on his retinas. At the same time, he started to sense his heartbeat transferred to the frame of the bench, giving impetus to the life raft sailing into submission.

He jolted when he felt the tight grip of his Master's paws around his neck, dusting the fur away so he could clip then lock his collar firmly into place. He knew better than to turn his head, but he did manage to steal a peek, catching a blindfold being angled towards him before the world was shrouded in darkness. He heard the sound of a lock clicking behind him as his eyes grew accustomed to the black. His tail wagged some more.

"Open wide!" Master proclaimed as the smell of rubber began to fill his muzzle. He sniffed it before he felt its smoothness start to invade his mouth. He did as he was told, the ball falling deep into his maw as his Master tied the leather straps tightly around the back. Again, he heard the click of a lock.

Master sniggered, "Now I have you where I want you," he said, before the slave felt a sharp stinging sensation on his rear. He yelped, but the noise was muted, the thick rubber drowning out the sound perfectly. Master laughed. "There's nothing you can do!"

Subconsciously, the slave began to struggle, but he knew he was right. The rope cut into him gently, fixing him close, while his belly felt the weight of one hundred elephants upon it due to its tightness. He whimpered softly, helplessly.

"So what am I going to do with you?", Master said, with the faint tone of a leer in his voice. "What am I going to do indeed?"

The slave whimpered some more, pulling at the binds before giving up, knowing he was fully restrained and clamped into a life raft which was now going to betray him.

Master sniggered as he walked away, the sound fading into the ether. The slave moved his head as if to get perspective, but everything was dark. He felt his heart quicken again as his mind started to panic - thoughts screaming like a runaway express train, fear building up inside his throbbing veins.

He was helpless. Trapped and alone. Gagged, blindfolded and tied. He had no way of escape so what if Master just left him here, alone for all eternity? There was nothing stopping him. He could leave through the door right now, go out into the street and forget about him. Forge a new life, a different life a long way from here. He started to convulse, the panic infesting his brain, the questions burning inside of him. What the hell was he doing? How did he ever let himself get into this position?

A sharp warm sensation jolted him back to reality. He yelped, the warmth cooling into pallor only for it to be replaced again by more burning. And again. And again. Master laughed.

"You like this, bitch?" he spat. "You filthy little bitch! You filthy little animal!"

The slave groaned in assent before yelping once more, the pain from his ass dissolving the pain in his head, comforting him through a strange assimilation. He smiled, the gag twisting his expression into a tortured one, but a happy one nonetheless. His Master would never let him down, he was wrong to doubt him. But then panic has always been an adrenalin rush.

The whipping continued, with every hit followed by a muffled cry. Master ignored them and kept striking. Four, five, six - each stronger than the last, each carving a new rubescent river into the firm flesh of his rump. He groaned as he felt his sheath grow tighter with each strike. Seven, eight, nine - inches and strikes becoming one, melding into resonance. He felt his hardness against the underside of the frame, his reaction from each strike pushing the tip more forcefully into the wood. He felt a surge of embarrassment, a self-awareness that he rarely experiences when in bondage. Instinctively, he tried to pull his legs together to hide his junk, but this only directed Master to the seat of his shame as the rope did its work and kept his limbs apart.

"Oh ho, what's this?", he said as he stopped the beating to take a firm grip of the slave's cock. "Filthy animal," he continued, yanking the sheath sharply. The slave screamed and shuddered simultaneously, melting into a moment of arousal, albeit one tainted by fear.

Master sniggered some more, before tracing the outline of the penis with the tip of the whip, gliding it up and down the shaft gently. The slave's eyes rolled back, his penis rising yet further, his body trying to push out every last millimetre to enjoy this gentle dance. He smiled softly, his tongue wrapping around the gag as he did. It was heaven.

A sharp crack to his balls broke him out of his complacency. He jolted, the rope doing its job of keeping him in place. Pain grew in his loins as Master struck his sac again, three times, four, five. The slave struggled against it, but he knew he could do nothing. He felt his balls throb, yearning to be spared, as each strike made the rest of his body weaker.

Suddenly it stopped, the sharpness replaced by a gentle paw cupping his balls in a bag of soft velvet. He panted loudly, a muffled murr deceiving the gag to be released to the outside world. Master continued, a delicate claw tracing circles on his sac, guiding pathways through its smoothness and making the slave melt into him. He marfed, his eyes closed inside the blindfold, enjoying the sensation of softness between his legs as his heartbeat slowed into relaxation.

Crack! Complacency again, his blood instantly turning hot as it tore tsunamis through his veins. He tensed, the binds holding him down once more. Crack! Crack! Crack! Again and again his Master whipped, and again and again he tensed on the bench, the soft rope gouging valleys through his fur as he struggled in vain to be free from its grip.

And then nothing. Nothing. He angled his head up slightly, instinctively, but the wall of darkness was impenetrable. He heard in the distance the sound of fading footsteps and the closing of a door. His head sunk to reach the leatherette, his muzzle hanging over the side like a fractured ship sinking in the ocean. He breathed heavily as he felt his penis throbbing, mimicking his heart rate and deceiving his pain. He relaxed as the endorphins raced through his body, swimming through his mind and turning everything into a trance. He sighed and turned his head to one side, enjoying the moment.

The sound of squeaking hinges awoke him from his slumber, countless seconds later. He bolted up in anticipation, but bounced straight back onto the padding as the binds once again resisted him. He heard sniggering again, somewhere behind him, before the gentle patter of footsteps slowly approaching him.

"Now then, boy," Master's voice cut through the silence. "I hope you are ready, you filthy little slut."

A muffled whimper expressed consent.

"Goooooooood," Master cooed, the length of the vowel adding to the sense of foreboding contained within a simple word. "Tail up!"

The boy did as he was told, lifting his tail and tilting it slightly to the left, exposing the downy soft fur which was inviting the invasion he was about to receive. He felt a paw trace circles around his hole, hypnotic in its motion yet deceptive in its gentility. Thoughts again raced through his mind as to what was about to occur, what was behind his Master's devilish deed. He clenched instinctively, his mind trying to overpower the hypnotism under his tail, but he knew that his desire was too strong to be overpowered by rationale. He heard a snigger as his hole was released, before he felt something hard press against the opening. He groaned as his Master began to insert, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch, until all that remained was a wire dangling behind as his tailhole gladly gripped onto the tapered base and swallowed the device.

"Good boy," Master said as the sub started to whimper. "Now, let's have some power, shall we?" The boy's whimpers increased as he felt a slight prickly sensation beneath his tail, tickling his hole in intermittent bursts. He murred softly, enjoying the pleasantness of the massage as his hole blinked open and closed in hypnotic rhythm. He started to relax once again, but he knew complacency was a mistake with Master at the controls, and that it would only be a matter of time before this feeling of bliss would be replaced by one that was so much stronger.

Beneath the blind, he opened his eyes and tilted his head in the direction of Master, hoping he could persuade him to stay in this state forever. He knew his wishes were irrelevant though, as with every second that passed, he felt the power increase, the pulses migrating upwards from his ring as they started to invade his insides. Sharper and sharper they became, the pricks morphing into jabs as if a surgeon's scalpel was poking at the flesh with methodical precision. He groaned once again, tensing his body as he felt his hole convulsing uncontrollably, dancing the dance of this devilish device.

Instinctively, he clamped his tail down in shame, but there was nothing he could do to silence the disco.

He closed his eyes as he felt the toy start to move inside him, backwards and forwards, hypnotically thrusting, first slowly and then quicker as the pulses intensified. He moaned as it started to delve towards his prostate, squeezing it gently every second or so. As it did, the tip of his penis twitched upwards once more, growing longer and longer until his erection was repeatedly bashing against the underside of the bench. And still the power kept coming, his prostate being hit every half second, every quarter, as he squirmed in the shackles, yearning to be free. His groans became moans, louder and more intense, as the toy jerked inwards and outwards in heavenly massage.

In the distance, he heard his Master laugh. "Enjoying this boy?" he said as he spanked him firmly on the rump. The boy let out a high shriek before a muffed noise confirmed his agreement.

"Yeeeeeees," he said, extending the vowel once again as he looked down at his toy lying prostrate and helpless. "You filthy animal! You filthy little animal!"

Immediately, the boy felt the hot paw of his Master hitting his rump once again, mimicking the movement of the plug thrusting inside him. Again and again his Master struck as the toy started to milk his prostate hungrily. The slave gulped, panting under the gag as he felt the sensations rise beneath him, his entire lower body yearning for the freedom of release. Behind him, his Master chuckled as he counted upwards with the number of strikes. Eight, nine, ten, eleven - the hits in perfect cadence with the slave's sublime groans. Beneath the blindfold, his eyes rolled back once again as he wrapped his tongue firmly around the gag, biting into it as his body clenched in anticipation. He felt the pressure building under his tail as his mind honed in on his penis and the need to be sated. He gurgled, the sound seeming louder than it probably was as his Master's voice faded into the distance. He groaned louder again, pushing his rump down as much as he could to push his sex into the base of the bench, hoping the extra touch would bring him relief.

There was nothing in his mind apart from the lust to be free, knowing he was alone and at the mercy of a wild choppy sea. He clung to the boat tightly with his paws, scratching the wood, hoping he could ride out the typhoon. He dug his claws deep into its masts as the storm grew ever stronger, his body tensed up in the fear of exhilaration as the deluge was about to wash him away. Suddenly a scream, haunting yet heavenly, as the slave rained into the water, testing the rigging with his convulsions as a tsunami of relief flooded through his lithe corpse. He breathed heavily, shuddering softly as the storm slowly abated, his mind slowly returning to the safety of the room.

The slave flopped into the bench, every muscle relaxed as his Master petted his rump before gently removing the toy. "Good boy," he said softly into his ear. "Good boy."

The slave smiled.