Dry wall: Prologue (1/4)
Dry wall
Thorpe Household
5th of March, 4:04 PM
An invasion of memories caved their way through the liger's mind. No, they weren't memories at all, they were just fantasies influenced by memories. Fantasies that would be either made, or broken, by one man's decision later that night. It would leave Chad in tears of pain and joy, or tears of pain and sadness. It would much more than a shrink to break him out of the chains should the night become that extra bit darker.
Chad imagined himself strapped against the wall, bound by chains and leather, wrapped in a nice coating of latex, his cock smothered with numbing creams and his pucker hole kept dry and tight (for the time being.) There would be pawsteps walking up a flight of stairs, ever drawing closer and closer to the bedroom door until the owner of the paws opened the door and said... By shaking his head and muttering an insult at himself, the liger left his idealistic reverie.
"I hope he likes this." Chad thought to himself as the metal chain was clamped through the heart shaped hole. It was a kinky little device that had both form and function, the collar that is. It was crafted out of black, snakeskin (kindly donated by a willing volunteer) and soft velvet; the rough snakeskin being on the outside, the velvet taking the inside. However, the collar was reversible, should the couple want to get kinkier. Chad was wearing it with the velvet on the inside; there was no need to rub his neck raw only to find out it wasn't wanted. The chain was attached to the wall via a curved hook that had been locked in place by a padlock, a similar lock had been slotted onto the chain and collar as well. The key? They key was somewhere on the bedroom floor; there was no way for Chad to turn back without the help of somefur else.
Although, the sight of the liger tied up might be a bit disturbing for any normal on looker. He'd already stripped down to the nude, exposing his slightly striped body to the elements and for Adrian to observe once he got back from his match. Chad had seen (and heard), Adrian and Adrian's ex-boyfriend (Evan) using the collar and chains plenty of times. The last time would have happened two months ago. Adrian had plenty of bondage gear stashed away, leather and latex, spreaders, more chains, plugs, gags and even a whip! Much to his delight, Chad expected to be experiencing them firstpaw.
Adrian had just set out for the match, so it would be well over two hours before the lion returned to find his gift, nicely wrapped up in fur and metal. Although Chad had only gotten out the light bondage, he hoped to be draped in the full gear before midnight. He dreamed of being tied down to a bondage horse, or strapped against the dry wall in order to take Adrian's cock deep inside either of his holes. He'd do anything to make the lion happy. Alas, the feeling of love wasn't mutual and Chad knew that full well, but you can't blame a liger for trying, can you?
The liger sighed and tried to get comfortable, he ended up leaning against the back board for support has he tried to get some rest; the more energy he had for later, the better. His forepaws brushed over his cock for a second, causing him to quiver with pleasure. His cock begged to be worked, for the muscle to be pulled on by forepaws until its sticky milk spilled. Chad had made sure to give him self blue balls for the occasion, but planned on releasing a portion of the fluid just before sex to help prevent premature ejaculation. That would be embarrassing.
A little tease before he got down to the real business couldn't hurt. He let his other forepaw explore his nipples, rubbing the erect knobs to stimulate his senses further. His thumb brushed over his barbs, making the prickly needles to flatten down and then spring up just like his libido would when the lion made himself present. Chad gasped loudly as he hit a sweet spot, the thought of the Adrian and the heady feeling of masturbation causing a glob of pre to trickle down his cock and onto his fingers. It galvanized him into dousing the fires and removing his hands to let it go back into its pink cave. He sniffed at the liquid, slightly musky, but over all it was closer to being scentless instead of musky. It would be hard to smell anything in the bedroom apart from feline musk after Adrian was finished with Chad.
Chad tucked his arms against his white, chubby belly and purred softly. The chub had been accumulated over all 23 years of his life, the majority of it being piled up in the late teenage years. His stomach now hung slightly over the waist band of his boxers and Chad's golden age of skinny jeans had died long. He also had what the youth call 'man boobs', although these manly breasts were small compared to the much fleshier parts of the body. There had been times when he'd been disheartened by his size, but a recent set of words spoken by one of his love interests after a convoluted night of sex, alcohol and philosophy.
They were simple, but very important and every last syllable still caromed in his mind "Hey, chubs!" At that point Chad's belly had been poked roughly by a finger. "Stop putting yourself down just because you're a bit overweight! Chubby people exist for a lot of reasons. Us skinny guys need somefur to keep us warm on winter nights. And tonight, that is your purpose. Keep me warm until we wake up." The soft voice had demanded. After that he'd had no regrets or worries about anything size related, but the morning after had been a shouting match. The whole thing had gone down only two months ago.
Chad tucked his light blue tipped tail between his legs and crossed his forepaws over his thick, lion colored thighs. His fur was an exotic multitude of warm colors, his sharps brown eyes that could only see love, the mix of brown, orange and yellow fur that covered most of his body and the balancing color, white. It graced his stomach, neck, muzzle and paws. The only bright color was his slightly bioluminescent tail tip and the splash of it at the base of his tail. Its glow was the only thing that Chad could see in the dark, but Chad could navigate the room blindfolded!
(1)
The door opened up into the left corner of the room, meaning that behind the door there was a stand that housed a small potted plant. It was intended to be a vivid green once it grew and it's flowers would have been a light blue, but had wilted over the past two months; Evan had been in charge of plant watering.
Opposite the plant, there was Adrian's wardrobe that was filled with plaid, formal shirts, jeans, sweatpants and the football kit from last season that he'd been given once it was over. The colors often reminded him of Chad, the shorts were white, but the shirt was a beige color with light blue sleeves. Adrian's football boots had never matched the kit at all, they were bright yellow with purple stripes adorned rainbow laces. Adrian was very open about his sexuality and wasn't afraid of being fired on the basis of his sexuality at all, not that the 'Ring-tailed Bulls' would ever fire their star player.
Next to the wooden wardrobe there was another nightstand, this time playing host to an alarm clock, ear plugs, a bottle of lube and a recently used dildo. Adrian often masturbated before his games, not to the point of ejaculation though; he always found that denying his climax made him feel as if he had more testosterone and would be better on the pitch. That and he rarely had enough time to go all the way. Adrian hadn't given himself a proper release for at least two months, Chad was desperate to help his lion friend come (preferably inside of Chad's body.) Adjacent to the nightstand there was Adrian's king sized bed. With cream sheets and white pillows, it was one of the most majestic items in the house.
Unfortunately, Chad was rapidly shedding fur onto the sheets, which was something he couldn't help. He'd make up for it by washing and replacing the sheets after the vigorous sex session he hoped for. The liger had never grown a mane, he always cut it down to size to maintain the less imposing look he'd always gone for. He had however, kept the large amounts of head fur that looked rather sexy. His head fur was brown and had reached just below his ears, he'd occasionally tie it back into a pony tail when he needed it out of his face.
On the other side of the bed there was a second wardrobe, this one was close to being empty because its contents had belonged to Evan. Finally there was a chest of drawers, filled with boxers, jockstraps, socks, sports warmers and thermal underwear, with a desk just next to it where important documents and the laptop were kept. Adrian had always intended to get around to buying another bookshelf, but had never found the time nor was he truly the reading type, simply because he found it hard to focus and decipher the meaning behind the words.
Across the ochre carpet there was a litter of items, such as: tissue papers, a roll of toilet paper, sports magazines, and a pair of dumbbells. Adrian was a fitness fanatic. Among-st the wreckage there were single copies of the books, 'Moby-Dick', 'Pride and Prejudice' and 'To kill a mockingbird.' there were also several books each sharing the author of 'Leo Taylorn.'
Chad tossed and turned in the bed, his mind busy with the thoughts of finally getting fucked by the love of his life.
Thank you for reading!
I hope that this littler taster of my next short was to your liking. I might make Chad into one of my OCs depending on how much I like the character after this mini-series. They should be two more parts to this installment and then I might write a bit more on the characters which would put this series over five installments and earn itself a folder. That's all stories want, they just want a folder to be in for when winter comes.