A Long Month
Quick porn.
*checks calendar*
...wow, it's been a long time since I posted something. Here's something I wrote for Crimsonred on FA a year and a half ago.
Art by MakoOtter on FA.
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"Shh... I'm watching a movie, puppy."
The two of them lay in bed together, his puppy cuddled up beside him. Crimson enjoyed cuddling his puppy; the little yellow dog's fur was short, but soft, and he liked the way it tickled against his skin. His puppy was just the right size, too, exactly small enough to fit in the crook of his arm, and large enough to hold and clutch against his chest. And every night, Crimson smiled when his puppy rubbed against him, and buried his little yellow head in the wolf's fur, and then Crimson would lean down to kiss his pet between the ears.
Well, most nights.
Tonight, his puppy had been bad. Tonight, his puppy lay beside him, whimpering and whining, but because he still loved his puppy Crimson held one arm behind his puppy's head when he tapped him on the nose.
"Bad puppy. You made me lose count again."
The other arm held a black rubber paddle, and tonight, his puppy his puppy was being punished, because earlier this week his puppy had bought something that he shouldn't. And because he felt like it.
Crimson hadn't exactly been pleased when the package arrived, a body length rubber sack, but his puppy had been so excited that he'd humored him and dressed him up anyway. But after his pet was bound and tied tightly inside the rubber body bag, he had to admit there was something about it he definitely enjoyed.
Maybe it was the way his puppy wriggled against the internal straps, desperate to escape. Maybe it was the how his pet's whimpers had been growing louder over the course of the last day and a half, the sounds of his pet finding out what being completely bound and helpless was really like. Or maybe it was just the fact that he'd finally found a worthwhile way to punish his pet- not as easy as it sounded, when his pup had a knack for learning to enjoy whatever was thrown at him.
Part of it, at least, was the fact that the "Boy Pillow" his pet had bought left his puppy's tender, sensitive balls completely and utterly exposed, bundled up neatly outside the rubber body sack.
It was a very thoughtful choice on his puppy's part, and his puppy had even told him yesterday, face smiling and tail wagging, that he gave his master permission to do anything he wanted to them as long as he was in the bag. Crimson was going to have a lot of fun making him regret that statement. Not that it would have stopped him, really stopped him, if he'd wanted to hurt his puppy's balls anyway. But it was just that much more delicious when he could make his puppy blame himself for it.
Crimson looked down at his puppy's balls, already nicely swollen and red, and ran a finger lightly across them. His pet flinched, in anticipation rather than pain, and he smiled. By the end of the night, even that would make his pet whimper.
"Guess we have to start again. One. Two. Three..."
On each count he brought the paddle down. And on each count, the dog beside him squirmed and gave a muffled groan; one very sweaty and rank jockstrap had been stuffed in the dog's muzzle, after being soaked with the wolf's own piss, and a pair of old socks tied tightly around to keep it in. Another load of piss had gone straight on the mutt's head, soaking the pup in the wolf's scent, and steeping the pair of sweaty socks that served as his blindfold in the fluid. Crimson had been nice enough to leave the face plate off the bag so his pet could hear tonight, but he hadn't really wanted his pet to have the reward of seeing his face. Nor did he want to hear a single coherent word out of him until his punishment was over.
The only thing he wanted to hear was the pup's muffled sobs and the dull, delicious thuds of those fragile globes bruising under his hands, and he grinned and brought his other hand down for a few, quick strokes on his cock. Oops. He'd lost count again.
"Oh, puppy. You really have to stop whining like that when I'm watching a movie, or I won't be able to keep track of where we are. I'm starting over again. And adding another hundred as punishment."
His pup gave a muffled whimper, and he smiled.
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"Nine hundred ninety eight. Nine hundred ninety nine. Aaaand... one thousand. Good boy."
Crimson reached over to ruffle the fur on top his pet's head. His piss had pretty much dried off by now, at least on the surface. Most of it had trickled down into the inside of the sack by now, coating the rest of his pet with his scent. By the time he let his puppy out, he'd be lucky if he ever smelled anything but wolf piss ever again.
He gave his own length another few strokes, and looked over at his work. The pup's balls were soft to the touch, puffy and swollen, and a deep, throbbing shade of red. In a few hours, they'd start to heal. By morning, they'd be a nice, beautiful uniform shade of blue, his pup's entire ballsack bruised. It would probably take a few days for his puppy to recover, and in the meantime, any touch to his battered testes would be enough to make a normal person flinch.
And of course, he planned to do far, far more than just touch them. First, though...
"You've been quite a good puppy, taking all one thousand." In truth, it'd been closer to twice that amount, and they both knew it. But if he had to bet his life on one thing he knew about his pet, it was that he loved to push his own limits. And Crimson was going to push those limits until they broke his boyfriend into the perfect puppy Crimson knew he could be.
"So let me give you a little reward, puppy."
Crimson pulled open a draw on the nightstand, and pulled out a thick column of silicone, a tapered dildo as long as his forearm that started out reasonably sized and broadened to a knot wider than this fist. He shook his head and smiled. Most subs would consider that a punishment. For his puppy, it was just about the right size for him to really start enjoying himself.
He dropped the toy on the bed, reached under his pet and propped him up against a thigh until he could see the zipper in the back for the rear access hole. Inside, the taut rump was still relatively untouched. His pet hadn't had the foresight to have the rear access widened, and Crimson was limited in what he could do here. No matter; he'd just have to take it out on pup's balls.
He stuck the tip of the toy at his pet's tailhole, and savored the quivering of his pup beside him. Even if his pup could take the size, taking it dry wouldn't be pleasant.
"Here's your reward, puppy."
The dog stiffened, ears flicking forward, little urgent whimpers escaping through the gag. Crimson pushed. There was a brief moment of extreme resistance, before the dog's hole suddenly gave way, and the toy began to sink in, inch by painful inch. Crimson grinned, and turned his pup so he could see the carnage. He pushed a little harder, until the pup's hole spasmed, red and beautifully tight, each twitch leaving it wider and wider, and then the little aching dog beside him shook and bucked forward, almost completely off the toy.
He growled, and his arm swung around and landed right on the pup's bruised and sensitive balls.
"Puppy. If you want a real punishment..."
There was another whimper, higher pitched; another tremble that he could feel in his pet beside him. But slowly, very slowly, the dog began to push backwards, and Crimson's tail began to twitch in anticipation. This was going to hurt.
A short shove pushed the toy back in. Crimson licked his lips, and flipped the mutt balls down on the sheets. Another push and the dildo slid further in, and the dog beneath it began to give frantic, muffled squeaks. He thought he could hear begging, faintly, through the gag and the mattress, but the pup didn't get a say in the decision. Now that he'd started, he was determined to see it through.
His pup's resistance was become harder to overcome. He leaned his weight on the base of dildo, and slowly, ever so slowly, he saw the dry silicone stick and drag the stretched skin and muscle down and in, millimeter by painful millimeter, the hole spasming so hard he was almost sure something would tear.
And then he was at the knot. That little gap looked far, far too small.
A smile flickered across his face. There was no way the knot would fit without lube, or ripping his mate's rectum, and no matter how sadistic the wolf felt, he didn't really want to damage his mate enough for a hospital visit. But there was an easy way to make that hole bigger, a little bit at a time...
He touched a fingertip to the strained bud. The pup shivered beneath him, little tingles that ran up the dog's whole spine and out through his piss-stained and stuffed little mouth. He pushed harder, steadily increasing the pressure, until he felt the bud start to yield, the oils and sweat on his pad just enough lubricant to slide his finger in. The second soon followed, accompanied by panting, shallow wheezes from his pup. A third slipped in shortly, and then four fingers were cupped in a half circle around the edge of the dildo. He flexed his fingers; his pup's walls tightened against them, instinctively, and he held firm, enjoying the inevitable stretching that followed.
But it still wasn't quite enough. He reached down to his own cock; there was still a little bit of pre beaded up at the end of his sheath. Just a little, but he spread it thinly across the widest point of the knot, a barely visible sheen on the black silicone. He pushed at the base, slipping fingers slowly out until the widest point of the whole monstrosity was stuck at the opening of his pup's tailhole and his hand had been completely removed.
His pup's hole was now obscenely wide, a ring of angry, swollen flesh taut around a solid black spire of plastic, and for a moment he considered simply leaving it like that. He could imagine how much pain his pup would be in the next morning. The burning pain of overstretched muscles, the angry itch of raw skin; even those would fade in a few hours, and then there would be nothing but a deadened, throbbing numbness, and a much deeper ache that would persist for days after. How his pet would beg to have it removed if only, only he were allowed to speak, and how much pleasure he'd get from pretending not to understand, or misunderstanding. He'd just decide his pet was begging for something else to join it when that happened, and watch the straining hole open even wider as he found another excuse to shove something even bigger in instead. It was a beautiful thing: to turn something his pet loved to do into such a source of pain.
He was very, very lucky he'd found someone who enjoyed even that.
Crimson thought for a moment, and wagged his tail. If he pushed it all the way in without lube, he'd have to pull it all the way without lube. Making his pet take this knot twice that way... the thought gave him a warm glow.
With a final thump, he slide the last couple inches of the toy inside his pet, until he felt the sphincter lock around it. Without lube, he doubted even his pet's stretched ass could push it out. And in the bag, if he even tried, he'd find it would only go out a couple inches before it was caught against the rubber, which meant that it'd be stuck at the knot again.
He zipped the rear shut again, satisfied- and a frown crossed his face.
He'd plugged his pet this morning, when he left for work, and never removed it. It hadn't been a small one, either, a knotted canine toy, with a knot the size of a baseball. And if it hadn't fallen out...
He dropped his hand and laughed, silently. The other toy would be deep, very deep, and removing it would require either a hospital visit or a thorough and painful fisting, and he knew which one they'd both prefer. It'd be an extra treat for his pet later. In the meantime, he could enjoy the accident.
After the caning, of course. Crimson doubted his pet would be able to focus on much of anything during it.
He flipped the leather bag again, leaving his pet face up and moaning. There was a large wet spot on the bed, and a growing pool on the rubber near a tight little bulge in the sack. His pet had been chaste for about three months leading up to today, and the sack had a built-in chastity and sound combination. Maybe if puppy was lucky, Crimson would let him cum after he was let out. Maybe. His puppy hadn't even been allowed to beg for orgasms during his latest period of chastity; it would be interesting to see how much his desire to orgasm conflicted with his desire to follow master's orders. It would be interesting to see which one won.
Of course, he'd let his pet cum eventually. Maybe on Christmas. Or Valentine's day. Certainly no later than his pet's birthday, at least. At that point, his pet would have been locked up for about nine months, and Crimson wasn't cruel... well, he was, but only in ways he knew his pet would enjoy. Or at least could learn to enjoy.
For now, though, puppy would have to learn to enjoy his master's other attentions. Crimson picked up the cane.
There was no counting this time. Crimson simply brought it down, one handed, the swish enough to make his pet freeze, and when the blow landed he heard the first, real scream of the night. He smiled, and the cane came down again.
His pup screamed again, back arched and twisted as he thrashed, and Crimson put a hand on his pup's head and stroked, back and forth. "Shhh. Shh. It's okay, puppy. It's okay. Master is here."
Slowly, his pup's breathing calmed, body lay back down against the bed, and Crimson gave his puppy another kiss on the nose.
"Good boy. Good puppy."
Thwack.
Crimson could see the pup's balls distort a bit from the blow, flatten against his body. There wasn't even a scream this time; the pain was too intense. Just a series of rushed breaths, and a twisting, writhing wave of motion that furrowed and bent the rubber of the bag.
He smiled. The breaths were rhythmic, convulsive, and with a little bit of imagination, one could imagine that it was a single word being repeated over and over as much as possible without the motion of jaw, lips, or tongue. Stop. Stop. Stop.
"Shh... it's okay, puppy. Shhhh. Master's here." Again, he hushed and rubbed his pup, until his breathing became steady and even. He even heard a soft thump from inside the bag, his pet's tail wagging desperately to please.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Over and over, he brought the cane down, a few seconds of rest for his pup between each. And despite the mumbled protests, his pup never really complained, never really struggled. At each break, his pup would try to nuzzle him, try to lick his beloved master, and that was the sign to Crimson that his pup still had some life in him.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Finally, they were done. The last few strikes had brought almost no response from the pup, his pet too tired to even struggle, and Crimson gave him a last kiss on the forehead. The puddle around his pet's chastity pouch had increased during this time, despite all the thrashing his pet could do.
His balls, on the other hand... The pup's swollen nutsack looked like a misshapen tomato, red and shiny all over. Crimson gave it a rough squeeze, and his pet yelped. He ignored it, trying to feel for the testicles inside. Other than being a little squisher than normal, they seemed okay. And the whole image was wildly erotic to the wolf, the swollen testicles held barely in check by opening of the suit, with a nullified and useless cock; his pup bound and beaten, suffering for his master's amusement... Crimson's cock throbbed.
He straddled his pup's head, cock tapping the tip of the dog's nose.
"Lazy puppy, resting already. You've been getting all kinds of attention, and master's still hard and needy... bad dog."
The only answer was a subdued whine. Crimson untied the socks from around the dog's muzzle, pulled the filthy and now soaked jock out, and shoved them to the side of the bag's face opening.
"Suck, bitch."
He spread his legs, leaned forward, and his cock dipped into his pet's open muzzle. Even exhausted, his pet knew what to do; his cock was immediately enveloped in a slick tunnel, and a tongue brushed and stroked his cock until he began to pant himself, a hand patting the dog's thigh approvingly.
Crimson pumped his hips a few times, letting his cock push the back of his pet's throat and marveling as it slid right down his throat without even a hint of a gag. A handful of strokes against the slick cavern of his pup's throat and a few stray licks were all it took to make his knot swell, and his awkward thrusts began to bounce off the tip of the pup's muzzle.
"Take it, bitch. The whole thing."
The pressure around his cock lessened, the pup's jaws creaking wide for his knot. It slipped in behind the pup's teeth, and then pup's jaws locked together again and clenched... and there was a toe-curling tingle rising from his balls to the tip of his cock, a last, few frenzied strokes that sent the tip of his cock deep down the bound dog's throat, and with a grunt he came.
"Good boy. Goooood puppy. Oh, fuck."
The only response he received was a quick slurp against his dick, and he sighed and relaxed, knees landing on either side of his pup's head, body slumped over his pet's smaller frame. Well, it was supposed to be a body pillow after all; no harm in using it as one. His pet's rhythmic breathing- through his nose now that the knot had locked his jaw shut- told him that there was no danger in that area, and it would be about half an hour before he could move away.
He turned the TV on to Comedy Central. Absentmindedly, he gripped the pup's swollen balls, and squeezed them until they bulged out both sides of his hand. His pup's breathing quickened; he grinned.
Come to think of it, there was something else he had to do as well. He concentrated, squeezing hard; a few drops of piss began to trickle out, right into his pup's tight little throat. He felt it clench around his member as his pet began to drink, a pulsing all throughout his long and steady piss. It was hard to piss through an erection, which mean his pup got to enjoy the sensation for that much longer. Near the end, he could feel his pup give short, choked sobs. He gave his pet a little pat on the leg. Puppy was just going to have to deal with it.
He looked at the calendar, and smiled, his pup's whimpers and sobs becoming more and more frantic. His pup hadn't even been there for a week. There were still thirty days to go before his pup started his new job, and so, so many toys still left to try in the meantime...