The Cuckoo Clock
My strategy was sound enough, I would do... something and (because I knew him so well) I would know his reaction. This I learned from chess, for I am a Chessmaster, and I was playing as white. Meaning, the first move was mine to make. Thus the first pawn to be sent out was a 'harmless' cuckoo clock. For three months it hung between our two bedroom doors, in a short hallway that led only to a living room that was connected to a kitchen smaller than my eight foot by ten foot bedroom. It kept my roommate up long into the night, and although I won't admit it to him, it also kept me up. The arguments, while predicted, occurred every damn day, and I knew he would break, it's just how long to break was the unanswered question. Upon the third month, give or take a few days, he really went nuts. I had never heard anyone yell as loud as he did then. His arms were flailing around him and his eyes were blood shot. I'll admit I was scared, but only a little. "SPOTS!" He always called me that after he heard my mom call me that; honestly, it's not THAT uncommon a nickname for a Dalmatian. "IF YOU DON'T GET RID OF THAT FUCKING CLOCK BY MORNING, I WILL!!" My move, check. "I WOULDN'T GET RID OF IT EVEN IF YOU RAPED ME!" I yelled back. Do you see my plan already? Oh how receptive to suggestions people can be when they're angry, and it was quite easy to tell that it worked. How do I know? Well, waking up naked with your limbs tied to their respective bedposts is an excellent indicator. However, what woke me was a faint sound lost in a barrage of metal on wood. I then tested my bonds; they were very thorough and didn't allow for much movement at all. 'Not too shabby for a former boy scout.' I thought. I smirked to myself and shook my head, and then my wolfy, straight roommate slammed my door open. He was wearing boxers and carried a hammer with a cracked, wooden handle; his normally yellow eyes were abnormally accented by the protruding blood vessels so that they looked like fire. 'Maybe I drove him a little too far' I thought. "I told you to get rid of that clock spots," his voice was deeper than normal and scratchy. "And now comes the punishment." He jumped on my bed, dropping both the hammer and boxers. Surprisingly, he was already half-way there and growing, and he shoved it right into my face. Oh, the heavenly scent of arousal! I had only barely smelled his arousal before, when I went to the restroom right after he 'used' it. It was by far more intense than I had ever hoped. I think I got a bruise from biting back a moan. "Suck it bitch," He said, he was glaring down at me with a look I could only describe as 'you're under my control now!' I fought hard not to laugh, not only was my shaft leaking pre, I had a 'I'm virgin to all things gay' notion to keep in his head. I have no idea why I felt like laughing. But in my nearly futile efforts, I did manage to turn my head away and gain a (hopefully) surprised look about me. "Last chance, 'cause your ass is mine whether you lube me up or not bitch!" It looked like he was threatening my queen. So, what was a 'virgin holed' Dalmatian supposed to do? I slowly reach out with my expert muzzle, and licked. Trying to remember how I did it my first time, I slowly parted my muzzle, and I slid it ever so gently around the wolven cock. Boy had it been a while since I had done this, but I still persuaded a few drops of pre out with a bit more licking. When I reached about half way down his rock-hard length, the ropes tying me to the bed stopped me from going any farther, damn it, but I still saw where this was leading. "Oh, damn man; it's been too long since a good muzzle has been there." He groaned. I knew it! He was in the middle of a dry spell too! The bastard had been lying to me. "Come on then, let's see how far your muzzle will let me in." He thrusted his cock all the way forward as his paws forced my head to remain in place; my trained gag reflex didn't react at all as the wolfhood glided down my throat. That time I couldn't help but moan, my prick was probably coated by now. He moaned also, he started to rub my ear for some reason, and began humping my face. I could only breathe when his cock was on its way out, but I didn't mind in the least-I was finally getting my wishes fulfilled, and the wolf on top of me was the focus of those fantasies. Like all good things, it passed far too soon. My wolf emptied my muzzle of his cock, pulling it just out of reach. Do you have any idea how hard it is to bite back a whimper like that? I thought I could almost hear him want to put it back in, but it could have just been my imagination. He got up off of me and walked around my bed and noticed my erection. "Hah! It seems like that was more fun than you wanted it to be." Well, 'seems' is the key word there. "Mind if I borrow a little lube?" he said. He grabbed my dick and started rubbing up and down to collect the pre gathered on it, absolute heaven! I'm so lucky I didn't cream myself. I undoubtedly would have if he squeezed my knot though. He removed his paw and rubbed the pre onto his own dick. Once more he climbed onto my bed, spreading my tied legs wide with his legs as best he could, and placed his cock at my tail-hole. He looked into my eyes, staring me down, as he pushed excruciatingly slowly into my tail-hole. If you never got the chance to get the cock of your fantasies sliding into you, I do feel sorry for you. He got all the way in me without stopping while I held my breath to keep from expressing my pleasure; I hadn't anally masturbated since I bought the cuckoo clock just to make the experience that much better. I think he could tell. His eyes were shut in lust when he pulled back out slowly, and then pushed back in. My resistance was minimal now; I couldn't even stop a long, low sigh of pleasure from escaping from my muzzle. I heard my wolf snicker at me, he rammed his length into me faster, and my own length bounced on my belly. His member was prodding my prostate on every inward thrust, almost eagerly massaging the pleasure center, and then it would push its way past it and stroke it until it had no choice but to pull out and do it all over again. And over again. And over again. Once or twice, I think I felt his still-forming knot pop in and out with his rod. His balls slapped against my ass cheeks so fast that I thought they would leave a bruise. He was panting like a dog in a desert as he did all this to me, and his paws were gripping just under my armpits to pull himself further into me on each thrust. Time to sacrifice my queen, I think. "P-please...st-top! You're gonna m-make me cum!" I'm surprised I managed to say that. Bear in mind that my brain was shouting 'Faster! Faster!' His move, queen's gone. He scoffed and saying, "You bitch." He pushed himself up into a more upright position and started thrusting faster, and in shorter strokes while my cock visibly throbbed as it bounced on my chest. My knot was as large as it was going to get. "Stop holding yourself back and cum for me." he said. In half-panted moans, I begged him to stop (yeah, I know. I'm such a tease), but he just thrusted faster and faster until you could hear the muffled slap when we hit. I howled in pleasure as my prick shot its goop all over my chest and onto my face. "Oh, shit. ...Damn man, your ass is tight!" he exclaimed. He was starting to talk like he did before the cuckoo clock, what a downer. Sanity is such a spoil-sport. Once more he grabbed the upper half of my body and tried to force himself in, only this time he was trying to tie with me. His knot was straining the outer ring of my tail-hole, slowly coxing to open through my afterglow, and it took nearly a dozen pleasurable tries to enter. He howled louder than I did, trying to show me up no doubt, and I could feel his cock pulse as each blast of cum bolted out. My ears were ringing when he plopped down on me, tongue stuck out to one side. He just calmly hugged me, like I was one of his old girlfriends, and I heard a deep sigh. We both felt a whole lot better. He was scratching my belly for a long time, entirely silent, until he came across my nipple, causing me to giggle. But his paw froze in place. He slowly pulled himself up and realized what he had just done. I, being the bitch that I am, didn't smile like I wanted to; I gazed at him with an emotionless face. His mouth opened and closed a few times. "Aaron I... I didn't mean to.... What I mean is.... Look, I'm sorry. I have no idea what came over me. Can you ever for-" I sprang up from the bed, locked my paws together behind his back, and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Too bad he didn't let me in his muzzle, we could have had even more fun. He pushed me back and I fell on the bed, still tied to him and my legs still tied to the bedposts. "How did you get out of those knots?!" "My older brother was a magician for years, thought it attracted more ladies that way, and you have to learn a few things when you're smaller." He just had the cutest dumbfounded look on his face. "Anyway, you don't have to apologize. I wanted this." "You little bitch!" his voice was raised again. "You planned this from the beginning?" "Well, when you're gay, desperate, and have a straight roommate...." "You're gay!?" "Yep, and I know that you're single. I just want a way for both of us to get off when we need to." "Uhhh..." He turned his face up in disgust. "Oh come on, you've already done it once; what's the problem with going at it again?" "I'm not gay!" "You don't need to be." "And if I say no?" "I have another cuckoo clock on lay-away." "You wouldn't dare." I only smiled. *** Thanks for reading! all comments welcome!