Time Runs Short
Time Runs Short
With the blindfold securely in place, the only thing that Kyle could hear from his position strapped to the table was the sound of sand slowly pouring through an hourglass that had been flipped over just moments ago. An hour. That's the amount of time that the glass held. One hour to be at the mercy of this complete stranger. No strings attached. It thrilled the husky far more than he thought it should have.
He sat there for what felt like forever, though he knew it couldn't have been that long. His arms and legs began to ache from being strapped into one position, and he blushed under his fur when he thought about how he was positioned. His arms were held up above his head, wrists cuffed together, tied to a post not a few feet from the table he was on. His legs were strapped down so he was almost standing on them, each leg lashed to the leg of the table, spread apart as his tail hung out over the edge.
When he had just begun to wonder if he had been forgotten about, a soft scent hit his nose. "Hello," A voice, oddly familiar, prompted. He couldn't place what it was about it, and the quality of the voice told him practically nothing about the person that owned it. He tried to speak, to respond in some meaningful fashion, but then remembered that, in addition to his other bindings, he had also been gagged. His response, therefore, was not much more than a few garbled grunts and silly attempts at speech.
Kyle's attempts drew a soft chuckle from the owner of the voice. He felt a presence, then a finger along his chest and he flinched. This drew another soft laugh. "My, my. A flighty one, are we?" The voice spoke soothingly, with no hint of threat or malice in it. "And you're so fit, too. Do you work out?" He could practically hear the inclination of the owner's head at the question. He merely nodded in response.
It was about this time that his body began to respond to the situation. As that finger trailed further down, he felt a stirring in his sheath. A deep, tingling, swelling sensation. A sensation that he was quite familiar with. "Mmmm. An eager one," Praise, this time.
The finger trailed down, and down, and down, and Kyle was awestruck at how long it took, but finally he felt the tip of that finger brush along the tip of his canine shaft, just poking from his sheath. The finger dipped into the sheath, gently, teasingly coaxing out his arousal for inspection. This stranger seemed to know just what buttons to push, how to just get him going enough, and only with a single finger.
His hips twitched as the stranger worked and he gasped when he felt more fingers, and finally the entire hand, grip his shaft as it swelled to its full size, throbbing proudly in the stranger's grasp. "Good, pup. Good," His tail began to swish beneath him, despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Do you want more?" The voice was just beside his ear now, making it twitch as it whispered. He nodded, perhaps a bit frantically as he was teased.
The hand quickly retreated from his shaft and the room went silent again, save for the sound of his pulse in his ears and the soft sandfall of the hourglass. Time... He had already forgotten that they were on a time limit and the canine began to wish that they could disregard the hourglass. Lost in these thoughts, it took him by surprise when he felt the muzzle of the stranger wrap around his shaft.
With a throb of his length, he grunted and bucked his hips once as much as the bonds would allow. The stranger seemed amused, placing a hand on Kyle's hip and pressing back down as their head gently sunk down. The tongue in that hot mouth wrapped around his base as his tip hit the back of their throat. The stranger didn't gag, as the husky had expected, but instead there was a gentle, practiced swallowing motion that made him nearly lose it right then.
The stranger seemed to sense this, pulling back ever so slowly and letting off of the length for a moment. "Hmhm. Not yet," Came the teasing voice again, blowing cool air over his tip as a small bead of precum leaked from the end of that spire. Gently, that tongue lapped along the tip, bathing the canine meat in saliva as it sampled the taste of his arousal. They then returned to the slow, gentle work they had been doing before. Taking his shaft into their mouth again, they worked up and down, over and over.
Kyle didn't know how much more he could take as the stranger began to caress his sack with their hand, gently squeezing in a slow rhythm, but one discernible enough that he knew it'd soon put him over the edge. His shaft pulsed once, a jet of that salty precum spraying onto the stranger's tongue, and once more the stranger backed off, leaving him dangling on the edge of his climax.
He tried to cry out for more through his gag, chewing on it in frustration as he rocked his hips, his shaft pulsing and glistening, standing proud in the cooler air of the room. Again that soft, confident chuckle graced his ears and he felt a new sensation. Those hands that had done such wonderful work earlier came to rest on his hips and what he could tell was a sizable shaft came to rest against his sack, it too pulsing with arousal.
"Are you ready?" The stranger murmured, leaning forward to lick along Kyle's neck. "If you want more, I can give it all to you," A soft purr escaped from the stranger's throat as they nipped at his own. "All you have to do is say yes," The husky didn't hesitate. He had never done this before, but the urge to finish what they had started, to let this stranger do as they pleased with his body, was all-consuming.
His ears pinned back as he nodded enthusiastically. A slight shift of the stranger's hips later and he could feel that tip pressed against the pucker of his tail hole. It was a bit slick. Kyle presumed it was some kind of lubricant and he quickly found his theory proved correct as the stranger pushed forward. Sinking in inch by inch, he could feel the warmth of the lube and the stranger's body heat.
Kyle heard the stranger grunt as he felt that shaft pushed into this unclaimed territory, claws gently digging into his hips. He tensed for a moment, feeling a bit of pain as he was stretched to accommodate this new intruder. "No, no. Don't tense up. It will feel better if you relax," The stranger's voice was a bit strained now, as if they too were holding back. "Nyah. So tight,"
The husky relaxed as he felt that shaft sink in to the hilt. "Good, pup," They praised, running a hand through his hair as the other came to his shaft again. The hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke gently, slowly, as the stranger began to rock their hips back and forth very slowly. It was shallow at first, but each thrust brought longer, deeper, and more powerful strokes to bear against his body.
The room filled with the echoes of their panting, the stranger seemed to be a bit less enthusiastic about teasing now, focusing more on the building pleasure that welled up within the both of them now. The husky felt barbs flare out and pull at his insides as their hips rocked together, his knot beginning to swell just below the stranger's hand as it pumped his length.
"G-gonna.... C-c..." The stranger stuttered a bit, grunting as his thrusts picked up in intensity and speed, their hips slapping together as one hand gripped the husky's hair and used it for leverage while the other continued to pump. Kyle merely nodded with a loud "Mhm!" in affirmative of the sentiment.
Within moments, their climaxes struck. The stranger's white hot seed poured into Kyle's body, barbs flaring again and raking along his walls, making him writhe as his knot swelled and his shaft pulsed rope after rope of his own seed across both of their bodies. That hand that had been working his shaft had moved to hold firmly onto his knot, further intensifying his pleasure as he rode out what was probably the best peak he had ever had.
Then, with a rather unceremonious squelch, the stranger pulled from his body and stepped backwards. "That was fun. Our time is up, but I suspect we'll meet again," The stranger moved around the table, a bit less stealthily than their previous presence had been, and leaned down to lick across the husky's cheek. "Until then,"
The sounds of shuffling could be heard, a door opening, closing, and then silence. Kyle lay there on the table, still bound, panting as he calmed down from that wonderful new experience. Then, as he wound down finally, he heard the sound of the hourglass. How much more time could be in the glass? He wondered on that for a moment, when suddenly the room was silent.
Days later, but not many...
Kyle strolled into the coffee shop just across the street from the gym he frequented. Having just gotten done with his workout, the husky decided to take a break and relax for a bit with a warm cup of hot chocolate. As a regular, he had come to know most of the staff at the shop on a first-name basis and was quite friendly with them. His favorite barista, Hannah, a tawny feline, happened to be holding down the fort at the moment, handling the counter.
Walking up to place his order, Hannah smiled at him. "Hello there, Kyle!" She seemed enthusiastic to see him today. "Your usual?" Her head tilted, a soft purr accenting her question cutely as she waited for his answer.
The canine stopped, his ears perking, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment, the events from that day replaying in his head as his gaze shifted down to the floor. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as his mind worked. Something about Hannah reminded him about that day, about the stranger.
"I knew I recognized that voice..."