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A little something mistress asked me to write. She was even nice enough to edit it for me. ^.^;
Fang Silverheart awoke with a start when he felt a tug on his leash. The Wolf/Snow Leopard hybrid looked up at his Mistress with groggy eyes. The slender stallion smiled down at his pet, leash in hand, pulling at his pets leash and collar to persuade Fang from his little doggie bed. Fang pulled himself to his hands and knees, stretching his arms and legs as far as the hobble chains he was locked into allowed, before following his Mistress.
Fang admired his Mistress for his figure and had only a small understanding of why he was to call a stallion Mistress. All he knew was that this stallion now kept his collar locked and ruled over his life, a relationship which Fang had entered voluntarily after meeting Chris online and never looked back from since.
Chris smiled down at Fang "Did you have a good nights sleep pet?" Fang lowers his nose slightly before replying "Yes Mistress.". Chris's smile widened as he bent down to unlock the cuffs keeping Fang hobbled on the ground. "Go take a shower and we will head out."
Fang's ears perked "Yes Mistress.". Once his cuffs were unlocked, he stood slowly and rubbed his wrists before making his way to the bathroom. The night before his Mistress had talked to Fang about taking him out to do something but Fang wasn't filled in on exactly what. Knowing his Mistress though he wasn't sure what to expect because while usually kind, Mistress had an unpredictable harsh side.
The next couple of hours were spent having a quick shower and eating breakfast before Fang was presented with his hobble chains again. He blushed deeply, it wasn't often they would go out like this. Usually the most Fang had to wear besides his collar was a leash to keep him close to his Mistress, and some panties which would often make him blush a little. Seeing the cuffs and hobble chain again though made him squirm in place, his ears flicking back as he looks them over. He was especially surprised when Chris ordered him to undress. He wasn't about to turn down his Mistress though, so he obediently removed what little clothes he had put on since showering and dropped to his hands and knees to apply the cuffs, Chris bending down to lock each one again.
"Don't worry pet, this is only till we get to where we are going." Chris said reassuringly, trying to comfort Fang. Fang nods slowly and follows Chris out to the car, part of him curious and excited to see what his Mistress wanted to show him, another part of him nervous that they were out in public and all he was wearing besides his shackles and collar, was his chastity belt which he was required to wear almost constantly, only ever removed when his Mistress felt he had earned it.
With his tail curled around his hips, Fang climbed up into the back of the car and slipped into the large pet carrier sitting on the back seat. Once the door on the carrier was closed, the bars were too close knit for Fang to be able to get his fingers out and open the door again. He couldn't even see much out of the car window until the door was opened again. The engine started, and the carrier shifted as the vehicle started moving.
Fangs ears perked as the car slows to a halt, he shifts slowly as he hears the driver side door pop open, he lifted his head and waited for the back door to open. It was a few minutes before the door would open though, his ears twitching when he finally hears the clopping of his Mistresses hooves. The car door opens and he sees his Mistress standing there.
Chris leans over and opens the door to the pet carrier and presents a blindfold. "Before we do anything I need you to put this on pet". Fang's ears perk again as he looks over the blindfold. "Why the blindfold Mistress?" His Mistress frowned slightly "Just do as Mistress says pup" he said, holding out the blindfold, waiting. With the blindfold held open Fang pressed into the blindfold, letting Chris wrap the straps around his head.
Fang wasn't sure how long he had the blindfold on, but as he was lead by his leash he couldn't help but notice the feel of dirt under his hands and knees. Having grown up on an acreage, he also couldn't help but notice the subtle smell of hay and manure. When Fang started to slow down, trying to figure out all the smells and where he was, Chris would tug at his leash. "Come along pet, we are almost there, then we just need to get you ready for your surprise."
Fang nods slowly, tail twitching as he tries to focus a little more on following the tug of his leash. It wasn't long before dirt turned to straw and the pull on the leash stopped. "Ok pet, there is a bench in front of you." Fang felt a brief tug on his cuffs as they were unlocked "I'm going to need you to climb up on top of it and lay on your stomach."
Fang's ears flicked back, once the cuffs were loose he stood slowly and reached out carefully. He quickly found the bench and started to climb on top of it. It wasn't until he had his stomach on the bench that his imagination started to wonder and he grew nervous about what his Mistress might be planning. He couldn't help but notice the four legs of the bench he was on, it reminded him of something you would lay a saddle on, at least that's what came to mind only to get washed away when he felt something brushed across his hand and tightened down on his wrist. He squeaked softly and tugged at it only to find it was a cuff and connected to the bench by a short chain. Before he could even consider resisting though his other wrist was cuffed and held in place. He blushes deeply, his ears flicking back as a shiver runs along his spine, a frizz showing in his tail.
He hears a laugh from his Mistress as his ankles were locked into place as well. "You enjoying this pet? Getting excited for your surprise?"
He feels his Mistress's hand against his chastity belt and gives a soft whine, pressing his hips into that touch. He wiggles his hips a little and blushes deeply, his hips now hanging over the rear of the bench by a couple inches. "Yes Mistress." He says, hesitant to admit it, but his Mistress asked a question and Fang was all too familiar with the punishments that await a pet who doesn't answer when spoken to.
"Good, because we have some stallions here that need a little warming up before they are introduced to the mares" Chris said before taking Fang's tail and arching it over his back. Fang gives a soft yip, and tugs at the restraints, a shudder running through him as his leash was wrapped around his tail, keeping it out of the way to better present his rear. He squirmed his hips, nibbling at his bottom lip. He wasn't in a panic or trying to get away, he just squirmed a little as he often did when bound.
It was shortly after his tail was finally tied up and out of the way that he heard the clop of hooves against the floor, slowly drawing closer. "Ready pet?" Fang heard, he could feel hot breath washing over his rear before a hand was placed across his cheeks, rubbing and kneading the muscles to help him relax. Fang could feel a cool liquid being spread between his cheeks, he was sure he already knew what it was. "Yes Mistress" he answered, wiggling on the bench a little.
"Good boy" Chris whispered into Fangs ear.
There was a silence for a moment before Fang heard the nicker of a stallion. There was a sudden weight on Fang's back, the stallion's belly pressing Fang into the bench. There had to be something by his head for the stallion to support his weight on since he wasn't being completely crushed but Fang couldn't be sure as he was still blindfolded. That thought was quickly dismissed when he felt the stallion's hot cock slide across his spine and tail. Not even a moment later that spire of throbbing heat started rocking back and forth against his back. His ears flicked back as he felt that large, heavy shaft shift back just far enough to slip between his butt cheeks, on the next rock forward Fang let out a soft yip. The force pushing his breath out of him and even moving the bench underneath him. With a long shuddering whinny, the stallion's member was brutally forced past his pucker and into his rear tunnel.
From there the stallion's thrusts pushed deeper with every forceful, almost painful thrust, but as those thrusts began to press and grind against Fang's prostate, he couldn't help but let out a shuddering moan as the sting of the stallions invasion turned to pleasure. The thrusts continued, pressing insistently, but around halfway down the length of the stallion's member Fang felt as if the shaft wouldn't fit any further. Fang's own cock ached as it would press against his cage, having nowhere to go only to press insistently against the metal of his chastity belt. He moaned and even tried to grind his hips against each thrust and just as he thought the stallion would grow near to a climax, the large beast backed off with a series of snorts and nickers. It was clear he didn't want to stop, but someone had stopped him leaving him unhappy and restless.
"Now now, you're supposed to get him warmed up, not finish them off before they can find their mares." He heard his Mistress say, which would draw a deep whine from Fang. With that it was the next stallion's turn as the first was guided away with a series of clopping hooves against the floor as he wanders off and the next is guided in. Fang let out a shuddering groan as the next stallion mounts and begins to thrust his member into Fangs rear passage.
It wasn't long before Fang's caged and aching member began to drool through the cage and drip onto the floor. He lets out a moan as he pants deeply.
"Please Mistress, can pet cum?" Fang asked, almost begging as he squirms in place.
"Pet wants to cum? Doesn't sound like you want it that badly." He heard his Mistress respond, the response would only make him whine softly and squirm a little with a moan.
"Please Mistress, pet really needs to cum." Fang pleads, grinding his hips back against the stallion's hot, pulsing member.
Fang's ears twitch to the sound of Chris laughing softly. "Ok pet, you may cum, but you better thank the stallion when you do." A shiver ran through Fang's spine as he felt a hand on his chastity cage. The cage would slipped free and almost immediately Fang's shaft quickly stiffened to its full length.
Fang lets out another deep, shuddering moan as his shaft hardens quickly. He even felt a hand around his shaft helping him along, his small knot already starting to swell slightly, those fingers putting particular focus on the head of his shaft and the barbs at its tip. He shudders with a deep moan and cries out "Thank you!" as his shaft flexes, releasing streams of seed across the floor. Almost directly after the stallion was pulled away from him to keep the stallion from climaxing as well, to its protests. The stallion snorted and nicked as it followed whoever carried its lead.
Fang pants deeply, his legs trembling a little as his softening shaft throbs with his heartbeat, seed still dripping from its tip.
Chris grinned and kissed Fang's cheek. "Good boy pet." he murmured, "Once you're good and soft again we will put the chastity cage back and get you off the bench."
Fang gave a weak, awkward mewl as he pants and relaxes against the bench, soon starting to softly purr.