Sunny with a Chance of Showers (Part 3 of 4)
(Organizational note: This is a novella, which I have helpfully broken up into multiple parts, each with its own tags. If you hate unfinished narratives, I suggest you ensure the tags on all parts are to your taste before you begin.)
(Literary Note: All characters except Gray belong to Geneseepaws, and are used with permission.)
Sunny with a Chance of Showers, Part 3
***
Once they were returned to their proper clothing -- and it took Sunny a while, as Gray practiced his fingering technique one more time -- the party of four came upstairs to the restaurant. Midnight had apparently made arrangements ahead of time, for the moment Gray and his pet appeared, were escorted to a table where Midnight was waiting.
Since it was late on a Saturday afternoon, it was a pretty somber atmosphere, the sort of thing that the introverts could relax in. The lights were just high enough to see that the columns along the edges were fake, and the music a nice, easy-going number too slow to dance to.
Midnight had selected one close to the curtained stage on the opposite end, near the bar. Gray was hoping the cook was still on duty, as he hadn't eaten since breakfast with all the "fun" his pet had been having.
The Great Dane escorted Sunny to their table, and pulled out her chair to let her sit. He couldn't help but notice how burned out she was; quite a bit more so than himself or the other couple.
"You okay, hon?" he asked.
"Yes master," she answered, "if you will not require any more... fun for a while."
"I need time to recharge, myself," he replied. But as he was about to contemplate that, over came another social distraction: Dr. Lowry.
"Well, I see everyone is getting pretty cozy," he remarked -- somewhat brashly, from where Gray sat.
"Do you have the schedules?" asked Midnight, getting straight to the point. Gray suspected he was also introverted.
"I'm afraid you'll be a bit disappointed. So, it looks like Sunny has a maximum hold of four or five hours, unless you restrict her water, --
"But what's the best you think I can get if I do?" interrupted Gray.
"You can probably get more, but it would be hard on her renal system... and probably less fun, if I understand you correctly, so it doesn't matter."
Gray sighed. "You're probably right. Is there any way to... help her increase capacity?"
"As a piece of unofficial advice," he answered, lowering his pitch but not the volume of his voice, "Kegels. May help, may not, but can't hurt. And before you ask, Midnight, yes boys can do them too. They just have to use a different technique to flex the right muscles."
"What's Matthew's limit?"
"Not much better: if the stress number you gave me was correct, just under six hours, I'd say. But in his case, the real question is how long can he stand to hold it after he gets uncomfortable? And Kegels will definitely help with that."
Gray saw Matthew shoot Midnight a look he couldn't interpret, as the jag just answered, "thanks Doc."
"Thanks," added Gray.
"Don't mention it. See you guys around, if you're staying tonight."
"We'll see," was all Gray answered, still feeling a bit burned out.
And with that, the lion left -- and immediately, all three of the introverts slouched in their chairs.
No one spoke -- as soon as Matthew tried to open his mouth, and Midnight just shot him a look -- and Gray just lost himself in the music for a moment. But it was not the kind of music that he enjoyed listening to because it held his interest. This was, instead, the electronic, soft background stuff he considered a couple steps above muzak that was designed to add atmosphere to conversation. And so, his brain soon started wandering to other things.
Sunny looked so droopy -- not sleepy, just a bit uncomfortable -- that he unconsciously drew his sights to the quiet, dreamy, yet still-alert-looking Matthew. And it was that ability to appear nervous, whine, and still live with Midnight that returned to his mind.
"I'd like to ask you a question, Matthew," he asked with as neutral a voice as he could. He felt slightly guilty for depriving his fellow introverts of their quiet, but reassured himself they didn't have any more to do than he did.
The skunk snapped out of his daydreaming looked over at him, with what seemed like either nerves or resignation.
Gray had to formulate this question politely. "Would you consider another master besides Midnight?"
Midnight sighed and rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
"Not really," the skunk answered, becoming more nervous not less, and looking at the table. "I mean, I feel like I need him, for better or worse, 'cause my life goes to shit if I don't have someone to, uh, keep me in line."
Gray wasn't all that surprised, based on what he'd seen from Matthew -- but that seemed a bit strong. He still wasn't sure if there wasn't something a bit more ominous going on between Midnight and Matthew.
"Such as?"
Matthew looked a bit nervous. "Well, I'd... rather not say," he answered. He seemed more frustrated than embarrassed.
"Such as," Midnight answered with a patronizing pat-pat on Matthew's shoulder, "accidentally selling himself into 'real' slavery."
"It wasn't slavery!" snapped Matthew, "it was just --"
Matthew's breath stopped suddenly, leaving his mouth hanging open for a minute. But he caught himself, making Midnight give a sly grin.
"I think any job where they burden you with debt and keep you in a windowless room to work it off qualifies as 'slavery'," Midnight pointed out.
"Well the point is," pushed Matthew, "I need to be kept out of trouble."
"And cared for," added Midnight in the gentlest voice Gray had heard him use yet as he stroked Matthew's back.
"Yeah... And even though I think you're really mean sometimes," Matthew answered, looking up at the jag with a sudden warmth and the second smile Gray had ever seen him give, "you care. When you 'punish' me, I know when you mean it and when you don't. And you're good enough at it I'll put up with all your shit."
"There you have it, Gray," Midnight answered. "Satisfied?"
"Well, that's only half the reason I asked," Gray explained, reaching under the table with his foot and brushing Matthew's leg from across the table. "The other half is that you're really hard to read... and I'd like to get to know you a bit better."
"I'm, um, not sure what you mean," he answered with a shy smile -- and not moving his leg.
"Well, you know what I'm thinking about you right now, don't you?" he asked slyly.
"Yes sir, but... how much better do you need to know me, given what... you have witnessed of me?"
"It's very important," Gray explained with his teasing voice, "for a dom to know what a sub is thinking, particularly with... the tremendous humiliations that some of them inflict. And you were hard to read, when Midnight was working on you."
Matthew squirmed in his seat a bit.
"I don't think you have to worry too much with Matthew," Midnight answered. "He can put up with a lot. I've tried," he smirked.
"Well, I hope so. Because I'm going to make sure," he threatened, looking at Sunny, "Sunny keeps all those promises she made. Every single one."
Midnight smiled. "So will I."
"And since Matthew is too, then I'd like to be there," added Gray.
Sunny smiled nervously, and shifted in her chair -- a little tell that Gray was very well attuned to. Matthew seemed to lose his smile also, but Gray wasn't sure what it meant.
"In fact," Gray segued, thinking of one of those promises, "I'll get you something to eat, okay?"
"I'd like that," she answered, after which he stepped over to the unattended bar.
"Anyone back there?" he called out, hoping his voice would make it through the steel kitchen door.
It took a rather resentful twenty seconds before a tall lioness exited -- a very familiar one.
"Why Gray," she offered politely with a great deal of both strength and courtesy, "you're a bit early, aren't you?"
The Great Dane smiled and gave a short bow in recognition. "No earlier than you are, Madam Orange," he replied, trying to imitate the manners she needed only tone to convey.
"Hungry, then?" she asked.
"Actually, I was rather hoping you could help out a couple of doms in a pinch."
"Go on," she purred.
"Well, you see, we have convinced our subs that they will need to eat worms, and I'm thinking about something clever to achieve that."
"You're asking me to cook worms," she stated dryly, eyes hardening in a split second.
"No, not at all," Gray clarified. "I was hoping you had some of those sweet gel candies -- you know, the long, floppy ones? Maybe they could be made less colorful and smell strange."
"That's an interesting idea," she mused, a smile slowly growing on her face. "I bet we can arrange something. Two doms, you said, so two subs?"
"Yeah."
"Let me see what we can do." She stepped back into the kitchen for a short moment, until she came back out.
"All Denny said was that he could figure it out. Would you like something while you wait?"
"A waiter to the table would do. Actually, I was hoping for a little conversation," Gray replied. "Do you know Midnight?"
"Pretty well," she answered, "what about him?"
"I'm worried he's abusing his pet and calling it BDSM," he frowned.
"Oh, Matthew?" she asked with a roll of her eyes. "Those two deserve each other."
"I don't think anyone deserves abuse," replied Gray, unable to help put a cold note in his voice.
"I didn't mean it like that," reassured Orange. "Matthew is the best thing someone like Midnight could want. He's willing to put up with just about anything for attention, and he really seems able to take it all."
Gray wasn't so sure. "So you're telling me," he said suspiciously, "that all of his whining and complaining is an act?"
"On the contrary," she answered, "I think it's about as genuine as it can get. He's found someone who gets him off, and because he's got so little self-knowledge about what can turn him on, I guess he'll follow Midnight almost anywhere."
"If he's that ignorant about himself," Gray asked somewhat pointedly, "then why is he involved in BDSM at all?"
She shrugged. "Because he wants to be. You'd have to ask him why. All I know is that he had a relationship with my brother James for a while, and he wasn't scared of anything. He whined, complained, and begged a lot -- I was glad James got rid of the little brat -- but he always manages to get off somehow, and I've never seen him actually have a meltdown, or even resist a single direction."
"If you're talking about resisting," Gray added, "I think I found what would scare him then. Girls."
Orange looked surprised. "Really?" she purred suggestively.
"He did what he was told, but really seemed to hate it a lot more than what else I've seen Midnight do to him."
"That's interesting," she mused. "I wondered about that... Either way, I suppose he doesn't have to worry about that anymore."
"Except tonight," Gray added lustfully, allowing his dick to toss a comment into the conversation. "He really seems unnerved by the mere presence of Sunny. If you'd like to see her again later, I can offer you an... invitation."
"I'm probably going to have to work until late, but thanks anyway," she purred.
And with another bow from Gray, Sunny's former mistress stepped back into the kitchen.
Gray hustled back to their table, unable to help but smile at the trap he had just set up. Midnight and he did not exactly plan all of the promises they made their pets make, but Gray was sure the jag would be more than happy to go along with the list they came up with during the stress test.
"I've just asked for a waiter," stated Gray as he returned to their table. "But I would suggest the two pets not be allowed to order food." He flashed a quick smile to Midnight: trust me, you'll like this idea.
"Fine with me," answered the jag, though he seemed a bit unsure of what was to come.
When the waiter arrived, the young weasel wrote down all four of the different types of tea they ordered, and stepped away. Fortunately, because there was no waiting, the tea arrived after a mere three minutes, spent in contemplation by Gray.
Gray carefully picked up the cup, and as he took his first sip, Sunny leaned over and whispered in his ear, "master, I still have to go to the bathroom."
Just the thought of it made Gray hard all over again. "Matthew," Gray asked, "do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"Yes sir," he answered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Midnight suspiciously.
"Because you told me to shut up, master," he replied with half a whine.
"Then might I propose," Gray suggested, "that we make them keep our first promise and make them go outside like a pair of dogs."
"Very tempting," replied Midnight smoothly, "but how about we make then squirm a while? Make them drink their tea first?"
"I'm fine with that," answered Gray, withdrawing his foot from Matthew, and brushing his other foot against Sunny beside him. "Drink your tea, my dear," he commanded. "It's not like it will make you need to pee anymore than you already do."
Sunny sighed, looked down at the glass, picked it up, and blew on it.
Gray put it back his to his lips, and took a sip, finding it quite hot, but not unbearably so.
As Gray was watching Matthew to see what happened with his tea, suddenly the weasel returned with two plates. "Two orders of worms?" he asked in the very same casual voice that he would ask about anything.
"There and there," pointed Gray.
The Dane couldn't help but smile, and Midnight soon looked similarly pleased. They were very convincing: leathery, slightly ridged, and bleached a strange off-white with all of their appealing color and texture removed. And they smelled like someone tried to make Macaroni and Cheese and failed miserably.
Midnight looked over at Matthew's newly horrified expression, and licked his chops.
"What better delicacy to go with tea?" Gray teased, as he rubbed Sunny's shoulders. "They can't be that bad. You know how good this place is at accommodating your tastes."
Sunny stared at them, frozen. Gray kept rubbing, trying to make sure he was turning her on.
"You made a promise," he whispered gently in her ear. "You don't want to upset your master, do you?"
She shuddered, swallowed hard, and kept staring.
"After this," Gray enticed, ignoring a whine from Matthew he wasn't really listening to, "your master will let you use the bathroom. Maybe that'll get you interested."
That made Sunny silently start reaching one hand toward the plate.
"That's a good girl," encouraged Gray, savoring her humiliation.
She grabbed one of the worms, froze a moment to react to it, and then picked it up, slammed her eyes shut in a wince, and dropped it into her mouth.
She chomped, wrinkling her nose -- and then, suddenly her face relaxed, and she looked up at him with curiosity. "What... is this, master?" she asked, a smile spreading on her face.
Gray brought his head toward her, and affectionately kissed the side of her head as he wore a big silly grin. "I told you, my dear," he murmured quietly into her ear, making sure Matthew didn't hear him, "it's worms... candy worms."
She sighed, relaxed, and brought the width of her smile up to match his. "Oh master," she sighed.
"I want to turn you on, not make you sick," he affectionately replied. "Now, why don't you upstage Matthew again, and eat up?" Gray could see out of his eye that Midnight had failed to coerce Matthew into even touching anything on the plate.
"I'll... try master," she replied submissively, turning to look down at the plate, her previous nerves replaced with steely determination.
"C'mon now, Sunny," insisted Gray, raising his voice quite a bit, "you made a promise. Do as your master tells you, and be a good girl..."
She stared at them for a long moment, before taking a deep breath, grabbing a handful of them, dragging them into her mouth, and slurping them up, slinging a small spatter of the white sauce they were covered in across the table.
Midnight's harsh gaze on Matthew snapped to Sunny, and Gray saw a moment of genuine surprise before he returned to it, determination seemingly renewed. "Mattie!" he snapped. "Do you really want to be upstaged by a girrrrllll?" he pushed.
Matthew gave her a glare, more despondent than angry. "Why do you have to be such a sicko?" he snarled.
Sunny responded by doing exactly what Gray would find the most of a turn-on, and would make the skunk feel worst: grabbing another three "worms", tilting her head back to put them in her mouth in one gulp.
"Mattie," threatened Midnight, "if you don't eat your worms, your master will have to... take direct control you."
The phrase certainly got Gray's attention, his heart skipping at the very sound. He was quite intent upon seeing what this was, and completely ignored Sunny for a moment, not caring if she ate another single worm.
Matthew tensed up significantly at that. "Please, master, I--"
"Are you going to eat them," growled Midnight, putting his hand on Matthew's right ear, "or not?"
The skunk's jaw quivered, and he stared at his plate harder, but finally whined, "I'm... sorry master, I-I can't. You'll have to do it."
Midnight immediately twisted about two thirds of his ear, simultaneously changing his face into toothy, vicious grin. Matthew's mouth snapped open, eyes winced, nose wrinkled, and his throat started making a high pitched whining noise, like a slower version of the high-pitched whines he made when Midnight was "filling him up" earlier.
Midnight used his other hand to grab three or four of the worms, as he tipped Matthew' head back. Once he put about a third of their lengths into the skunk's mouth, he snarled through clenched teeth: "chew!"
The skunk started panting in snorts through his nose as he mechanically moved his jaw up and down. Once he'd done in about a dozen times, Midnight commanded, "swallow!" The way he said it suggested to Gray that he'd used this trick more than once for that particular command.
Matthew did, and then Midnight let go of the skunk's ear, allowing Matthew to slowly recover his breath as he smacked his lips. "That was... pretty bad, master," he answered, it seeming to slowly dawn on him that it wasn't as bad as it should have been.
"But it wasn't as bad as you thought?" pushed Midnight.
Matthew silently shook his head.
"That's because the worms... are fake," Gray announced with a smile. Midnight didn't seem to mind -- and Matthew looked quite stunned.
"Really?" was all he could ask.
"Really," Midnight answered with a grin.
"Master," Sunny piped up, "May I go to the bathroom now? I've been a good girl and eaten all of my worms."
Gray smiled back at her. "Yes... but you will have to keep another promise or two with your master while you do so. Midnight, you might want to bring Matthew along, and encourage him to do the same."
"Good idea. Matthew, you have to pee, don't you?" he purred.
The skunk seemed quite surprised -- in a good way this time. "Yes, master!" he replied with undeniable excitement.
"Well then, let's go. Sunny?" Gray invited.
She didn't need to be told twice. She immediately got up from her chair, and let him take her leash. Matthew was far less graceful, but Midnight achieved the same result before too long.
The four of them headed to the back door, and opened it into the alley way. It was where deliveries happened. Midnight had the key fortunately, though Gray didn't ask how. He was clearly not only a regular, but knew one of the club's principals (Orange, perhaps?) quite well.
They went down the alley into the back parking lot. Most of the employees were already here, so it was mostly full.
Gray led sunny down the stairs, and over to a nice corner by the first row of cars. "And now, my dear, you will keep the next promise to your master," he insisted. "Go potty outside."
She was fully blushing by now, but seemed genuinely uncomfortable enough to do this anyway. Rather shyly, she pulled down her jeans and panties, revealing the part of her Gray was so intimately familiar with.
However, as she squatted down with her legs spread, Gray's view of the situation was interrupted by another competing for his attention: Midnight pushed Matthew over to Gray by the shoulders, and then started unbuttoning the skunk's pants from behind, making him expose himself to the Great Dane. He was sufficiently embarrassed -- or was it afraid, since Sunny was six inches away? -- that he closed his eyes and let Midnight do all the work.
Gray was genuinely torn -- not to mention barely able to resist pawing himself where he stood, as he heard Sunny's clit started to hiss out a strong stream of clear liquid. He focused on Sunny for a moment; both to enjoy the harsh splattering sound against the pavement, and in order to make sure she was good and embarrassed by feeling his gaze upon her.
When Gray saw Matthew's pants go down out of the corner of his eye, he returned his gaze there, just in time to see the jag suddenly force Matthew into the same squatting position Sunny was in.
"You're going to pee like a girl, too," Midnight growled with his sadistic smile. "Now stand like her."
It took Gray a moment of watching the skunk -- react, and then open his eyes, and try to look at Sunny and fail -- to realize how insidious that command was. He was supposed to imitate her position, but that required not only looking at her, but studying her to the point of imitation.
"C'mon!" snapped the jag, "hurry up!"
Sunny, meanwhile kept peeing out all the liquid, which was forming quite the puddle as much as her body was still producing. With the sound turning him on so much, Gray had to look back at it, watching it grow and wondering if it would get all the way back to her feet.
Finally, Matthew groaned, and started peeing out a much weaker stream from his black sheath. Gray waited to hear that Sunny had stopped -- which took another several seconds -- before he stepped nonchalantly in front of her, and unzipped his pants. He'd done it enough that all he needed to do was look down on her paternalistically, and when she looked up wearing her slowly fading red flush, she knew what he wanted.
Without moving, she leaned forward, stretching her neck to bring her muzzle out onto his throbbing meat. When he felt it land, and then the familiar lips, he returned his gaze to Matthew, who seemed to look even more nervous and humiliated than Sunny. Gray was sure it didn't help that Midnight was crouched over him and running his hands up and down his chest. The skunk seemed to be trying really hard to just keep peeing, as much as Midnight was distracting him, physically and mentally.
Gray stared at Matthew, particularly his dick spattering out the clear stream. He really wanted to touch it, to further erode any sense of privacy the skunk had left -- which Midnight seemed to be doing his best to destroy, but Gray thought he could do better. He wanted Matthew even more embarrassed than he clearly was doing this in front of a girl.
But Midnight was still doing a really good job, getting the skunk blushing and clearly miserable, even though he was allowed to release what appeared to be quite a full bladder indeed. Midnight's successes, plus Sunny's working on his dick in physical pleasure, got him to cum in Sunny's muzzle in a mere minute or two.
Once he let her clean him up, and put his member back into his pants, Gray pat-pat-patted her on the head, and encouraged, "good girl. Now let's go back inside."
"Master, I'm... really hot," she whispered as she got herself back in order.
"I think I can fix that, too," he encouraged, "but only if you'll not get jealous if I play with Matthew a bit."
"I... suppose I can overlook it, master," she answered, a smile still on her face even though the one in her voice had receded somewhat.
"Wonderful. Thank you, my dear," he sighed, giving her a hug -- and a shoulder rub to keep her "warm". "In that case, we can go back inside and get right to it."
Gray waited until Matthew at least finished -- to make sure there would be nothing else to the show -- before he brought Sunny back inside, returning to the bar. Orange stepped out, and looked at Sunny only for a brief moment, but it was enough to get the mink to turn her eyes away.
"When he returns," requested Gray to the lioness, "could you please tell Midnight we'll be downstairs, would you?"
"Of course," she replied politely.
And with that, downstairs they went.
***
Gray didn't really keep track of the time once Sunny was tied up on the wall. He just kept "practicing" his fingering technique, seeing what she did or didn't like. Of course, each orgasm made it harder and take more time, but like pawing off a male, very few of them would actually fail to get the blood pumping.
Gray just rubbed -- her labia, her breasts, and just even her buttocks -- and got her to come three times, each with her usual tremors and final vocal groan. The third time, Gray felt a bit more confident about doing this in the future; she seemed to enjoy it, and his blind instinct wasn't screwing things up. Once out of this space, he could talk to her more about this, and handle the checklist item after all.
When Sunny had finished her fun, and Gray untied her, only then did his attention drift far enough away from her that he turned to find Matthew was being forced up against the "exam" table by Midnight. While the jag's clothes remained on, he seemed quite intent on something as his hand was slowly massaging the member of the exposed Matthew, more squeezing than jerking.
"Oh, um, sorry to keep you waiting," were the only words Gray's brain could put in his mouth, "I hope I wasn't too long."
"We found a way to keep busy," purred Midnight with a glance down at the uncomfortable Matthew.
Gray could tell he wasn't happy about it, but didn't sound like he would make an issue out of it if something could happen pretty soon.
"Matthew," stated Gray nonchalantly, "do you have to pee?"
"Ungh... I don't know, sir," whined the skunk.
"Because if you do, then Midnight is going to lend me your leash." Gray looked up at Midnight.
"Oh yes, that's right," remembered the jag. "We agreed on that."
"You agreed on what?" repeated Matthew nervously.
"Gray's going to be your master for a little while, as soon as you have to pee."
Matthew looked nervously to Gray, to Midnight, and back to Gray again. "But... what will he do me?" he finally asked Midnight.
"I don't know," replied the jag coyly, looking over at Gray.
"That depends," replied Gray, trying to imitated Midnight's mischievous grin, "on whether you think actual pain or humiliation is worse."
"Well you can't possibly be worse than him," snapped Matthew.
Midnight got his hand out of Matthew's pants, and started twisting his ear, getting the skunk to give a whining, high-pitched cry. Midnight let it continue for a good two seconds before he released the piece of tender flesh.
"Are you trying to get control back?" snarled Midnight in a relatively quiet voice "Are you resisting your master?" His eyes seemed to smolder with some strong emotion contained inside.
"No!" whined Matthew, "No! I swear! I'm sorry!"
"You are," responded Midnight coldly.
"No, please! I promise I'm not!"
"Then why haven't you addressed me as 'master' the last five times you've spoken?"
"Um, um, I'm, uh," stammered Matthew.
"That's it, I'm --!"
"Midnight!" interrupted Gray.
The jag paused, and turned his harsh look onto the dog.
"May I have Matthew?"
"Only if you make him want to curl up and die," snarled the jag, as he pulled Matthew back to a standing position, and then pushed him toward the Dane. Because the skunk's pants were down, he tripped over them trying to catch his balance, and fell on the hard concrete.
"Ungh!" was all he exclaimed, wincing briefly before he looked up at Gray.
Gray smiled down at him, trying to be more pleasant because he could tell the skunk was unhappy. And even though he was going to humiliate him good, he still wanted, at some level, for Matthew to enjoy it. At least now, when his arousal had not completely filled his head.
"C'mere, Mattie," he invited, sitting down on a much more lushly padded couch in the corner, "Sit in my lap. And pull your pants down again."
As Matthew slowly got to his feet, Gray took Sunny over to the couch with him, and put her on his knee. Matthew was then guided silently by Gray's free hand to sit on his other knee.
"There we are," sighed Gray as he leaned back, one pet in each arm, "isn't this nice?"
"Yes, master," answered Sunny, afterglow keeping her quite mellow.
"And how about you, Mattie? Am I making you feel comfortable?"
"Yes sir," answered the skunk. His voice seemed a bit hesitant and his eyes were closed -- probably from being naked so close to a girl -- but did seem to be trying to relax.
Gray looked up at Midnight, and while the jag had clearly cooled down, he looked... disappointed.
"I'm sorry if this is not quite what you are into," replied Gray, "but give it time. Time does amazing things." He added a wistful note to his voice, looking over at Sunny and smiling. She flitted her eyes back briefly.
"Here's the thing:" explained Gray, turning his attention to the skunk he was now renting, "I'm not actually that much into pain. Pain is just a means to an end, for me. I'm much more into humiliation." He kept a gentle smile on his face as he spoke.
Matthew's attempts to relax apparently failed, as Gray felt him tense up. He tried gently stroking Matthew's chest in the same way Sunny liked, but it was a mixed result at best. "I'm sure your master likes 'punishing you'," Gray emphasized, "but I don't. Punishment means you've done something bad, in my book. You make me happy, I make you happy. Simple enough?"
"I hope there will be some pain, at least," coldly stated Midnight.
"Well, that will be up to my charges," Gray replied. "They will get to decide how much they wish to suffer before they undergo the humiliation I want them to. How are you doing, Sunny?" he asked kindly, adding a little rubbing with the arm he was holding her with.
"I have to pee again, master," she replied nervously, shifting her weight a little bit.
"Oh. I see," Gray answered with mock gravity, moments before switching his head around to his left. "How are you doing, Matthew? Do you have to go?"
"A little bit, master. Very little."
"Well, Sunny has to go -- how bad?"
"Pretty bad, master, now that I can tell again."
Gray kept rubbing. "Think you've got a lot stored up, huh?"
"It -- it feels like it, master," she replied submissively, crossing her legs in what would be a casual way were she not on his lap.
"Well well, Matthew. It seems we have a bit of a problem. Sunny has to go, and there's nowhere in here for her to!"
Matthew opened his eyes, and back at Gray out of the corner of his eye. "Why is that our problem?" he asked somewhat sharply. "Why isn't that her problem?"
"That's very rude," stated Gray with calm authority. "Apologize to Sunny."
"What?" asked Matthew in surprise.
"I said, apologize to Sunny -- or," he added ominously, "I'll give control of you back to Midnight."
The fast-creeping look of boredom on Midnight's visage suddenly snapped into his wicked grin, his eyes re-illuminating immediately.
"Okay, okay, um... Sunny..." He still didn't look at her, however.
"Mattie!" snapped Gray, getting immediate attention from him, "look at her!"
Matthew turned his head half the distance necessary to see her from his peripheral vision, and stopped with a jerk, as if his neck had gotten stuck on something.
"Mattie," firmly commanded Gray, "look at her."
"W-without any clothes on?" Matthew asked again.
Gray sighed, and looked up at Midnight with raised eyebrows: is he always like this?
"Mattie is just stalling," replied Midnight. "Sometimes, if you want him to do something, you have to push him more than that."
"In that case, Sunny, would you please get up, and stand in front of Matthew?"
"Yes master," she answered obediently, standing up and padding around in front of Matthew -- who once again looked away from her.
"Alright, Mattie, I've tried. You seem like a good sub, but you really need to learn to do what your master tells you. If you don't Sunny straight in the eye by the time I count to three, I'm going to instruct her to start groping your balls. One... two..."
Matthew's head snapped back and his eyes locked immediately on hers right before Gray could speak the Es in three.
"Finally!" sighed Gray. "Now Mattie, do you have something to say to Sunny?"
"Yes sir," he replied nervously, gritting his teeth.
"Which is?"
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Um... what did I say again, sir?"
"It doesn't matter. Will you make it up to her?"
Matthew didn't answer. Gray made the silence hang to make it clear this had a "correct" answer.
"Yes sir."
"Sunny, how do you feel?"
"Like I need to pee, master," whined the mink, adding her whiny voice for added effect.
"Well then, that's the solution. Matthew can show how sorry he is by drinking your pee."
Matthew looked at Gray, terrified. Midnight looked at Matthew with a sudden flash of lust.
"What!?" cried the skunk.
"You heard me. Midnight, could you come over here and make sure he doesn't get away, please?"
"With pleasure," purred the jag, strutting over to the three of them and puffing up his shoulders and putting his arms on his hips while standing to their left. While not that well built, Midnight was tall enough to certainly be imposing, since the three of them were sitting down.
"Oh please, sir, I --"
"Shut up, Matthew!" snapped Gray, trying to do his best Midnight impression. "Your insincere apology means you will make it up to her, and that's all there is to it. Besides, you've drank girl pee before, haven't you?"
Sunny seemed to be getting just as warm as Matthew was scared. "Pardon master, but, um... how will I... aim?" she asked.
"You'll just have to sit on his face," answered Gray playfully, pushing Matthew down onto the couch on his side.
That, finally, got Matthew to start resisting, which got Midnight to leap into action. Faster and harsher than Gray was expecting, Midnight twisted Matthew's ear -- getting him to yell -- and while the skunk was "stunned", pushed him onto his side, getting his head to land on the arm of the couch.
Once Matthew was pinned, Midnight jerked on the skunk's tail to pull it downward, getting his entire body to reflexively roll, meaning the skunk was suddenly on his back. Only then did Midnight let go of Matthew's ear, and the skunk's crying out stopped and turned into gasps.
Midnight sat down heavily on the skunk's crotch getting him to wince, but adjust surprisingly quickly to the weight. "There we go," purred the jag, as he unbuttoned his pants and started playing with himself through his own boxers, "he's not going anywhere. Are you, Mattie?"
"Please, sir," begged Matthew, whose confusing signals and high stress meant his sincerity was impossible to determine, "don't make me do this!"
"Do what?" demanded Gray, just wanting to hear him say it again.
"Drink her pee!"
"So does that mean you're not sorry for popping off to Sunny, then?" Gray asked sharply, unable to help but undo his own pants, "because then I will let Midnight deal with you."
"N-n-no, sir! I'm sorry! I really am!"
"Then prove it by drinking her pee."
Matthew sighed, a look of depression -- or was that resignation? -- appearing on his face.
"Now then, Sunny, get on Mattie's face. And make sure you point your muff toward his nose."
Sunny looked nervously down at Matthew as she stepped over toward the immobilized body covered with black and white fur. Rather nervously, she pressed down a bit on his chest to try and find a spot that could support her weight.
"No no," commanded Gray, "just kneel over him. You know, like he would go down on you."
"Dear Green Man," sighed Matthew weakly, which got Midnight to slap a convenient thigh. "Ow!"
"No talking!" snarled the jag. "This is Gray's show. Speak only when you are spoken to!"
Matthew did shut up, but looked less comfortable than ever.
Sunny, meanwhile, was straddling the skunk, trying to figure out where she should kneel in order to comply with Gray's directions. It took a moment, but figured out how to put her knees in the corners of the cushions, so that when she sat down, her clit landed on Matthew's muzzle.
Gray came around to the other side to get a better view of Matthew's face. Sure enough, it was blushing again. Clearly, he didn't like the view at all.
"Now, my dear, tell me when Matthew has his mouth open and ready."
Midnight stepped over -- Gray let him -- and gently pinched the skunk's ear. The mere threat of having another ear twist seemed to be enough to get him to comply, rolling his head around a bit before Gray could see more of his nose. But not before he gave a long, whiny cry, as if he were begging without words.
"Matthew," snarled Gray, "by the Green Man's Balls, what is wrong with you!?"
"I don't want to grow boobs!" blurted the skunk in his whiniest voice.
Gray was shocked, and incredulous, but as he opened his mouth to ask what in the Green Man's Balls that had to do with his little scene, Midnight shot him a look to stop him. Gray let the jag answer.
"The more estrogen you drink," Midnight answered sternly, "the sorrier you'll feel."
Matthew wordlessly groaned, and then finally went silent. Gray could only guess that his mouth was in the right place.
"Sunny?" he asked, since she had the best angle to aim.
"I -- I think he's ready, master."
"Are you sure you really have to pee?" teased Gray. "You might be setting him up for a real disappointment."
"I'm -- very sure, master," she insisted.
"Because you realize your master is doing you a favor," Gray continued, Midnight's enjoyment of sadism seeming to rub off on him. "I should make you practice holding it while I'm at work all day. That would mean another couple of hours."
She looked even less comfortable than before. "I -- I understand, master," she replied, cheeks getting hot again.
Midnight, while Gray was talking, stepped back around behind the three of them, keeping his view but removing himself from Gray's.
"See? Your master is a very nice, master, isn't he?"
"Yes master," she answered obediently.
"So, I think it's about time for Matthew to show how sorry he is. Don't you, Sunny?"
"Very, master," she answered, almost sheepishly.
"Okay, then: let's see how bad you really needed to go. Sunny," he commanded authoritatively, "pee!"
It took her a moment to shift around a little bit and relax, given the awkward position she was in. But in the end it was only a moment before Gray could hear a muffled pitter-patter from inside the cheeks of the skunk.
Matthew didn't seem to like it, but he clearly had done this before. He was quite capable of dutifully swallowing through his wince whenever his cheeks started to bludge out a bit.
"That's a good girl," encouraged Gray, also taking the step of rubbing her shoulders suggestively. He could also tell with his peripheral vision that Midnight was also liking what he was seeing, as he was openly trying to get himself off with his right hand.
It took her a little longer than she usually took outside -- about six or seven gulps from the skunk, who seemed to be looking more miserable with each passing moment -- before she squirted, dripped, wiggled her hips a bit, and was done.
"There," cooed Gray to the mink, "don't you feel better, my dear?"
"Yes master." Her voice did sound relieved, but not very enthusiastic.
"And you, Matthew," asked Gray as his eyes rested upon the skunk's chest, "are you sorry?"
Matthew wriggled a bit underneath her weight, getting her moved far enough down his body that he could speak. "Yes sir," he whined weakly. "I really gotta pee..."
"Oh, that's right!" exclaimed Gray as if he'd forgotten. "Would you object, Midnight, if I let him? If you are trying to train him to hold it, I'll make sure this is the last one he gets for a while."
"I suppose," reluctantly admitted the jag, "but only if you torture him."
"Oh, I will. In fact, I was thinking you could use your contacts to find... volunteers for something special."
"Go on," purred the jag.
Gray paused to look at the two subs' faces. Sunny was tense, though not nervous as far as Gray could tell. Matthew was tense, but Gray couldn't tell why. He could only assume it was the pressure rather than the anticipation.
"I was thinking," Gray explained as he wrapped his arms around Sunny's shoulders, and rubbed her nipples, "we could get some of those promises done before we left. And for the most significant one to happen to my dear Sunny, I think we need about ten or twenty club members who need to relieve themselves."
Gray felt her shudder in his arms. He hoped it was from the suggestion, but might have been from merely the rubbing of her chest he was doing.
"Only if I can make it a pair," Midnight purred, looking down at Matthew.
Sunny and Matthew didn't like this idea at all. She got a blush, he winced.
"Oh certainly," answered Gray. "If you can go and find some 'volunteers', I'll even keep Matthew busy for you."
Midnight's answer was to whisk his way out of the room, closing the door quickly behind him with a quiet thump.
"Sit up," Gray commanded to the still-motionless Matthew.
Matthew slowly rolled into a sitting position in the middle of the couch, still looking quite uncomfortable.
Gray sat down at the end right next to him, and gave one of his subtle gestures to Sunny. "Matthew, would you like to sit in my lap?"
"To be honest, sir," the skunk answered nervously, "I would prefer to sit here."
"Well then, the least you can do is scoot closer," suggested Gray.
And Matthew did -- Gray pulling him right next to him on the couch, and stroking his shoulders. The fur was very different than Sunny's, longer and a bit more greasy, but still was worth feeling the individual fibers of on his palms none the less.
"I can see why Midnight likes you," Gray complimented. "You have very nice fur."
"Master makes me keep it this long with a trimmer, sir," he answered without any joy in his voice. "I'm glad you like it."
Gray wanted more from Matthew, but didn't know quite how to ask for it. He knew Midnight, for all his bluster, probably had some way to know when he was pushing Matthew, and Gray didn't have that. Sunny was, if anything, too slow to realize when she didn't like something. Matthew was too fast, or so Midnight treated him, and Gray had never had to handle a sub like that.
So, he tried what he knew best: honesty. "Putting playtime aside for a moment," asked Gray, "do you like being told what to do by Midnight?"
"That's hard to say," answered Matthew, still squirming a bit as he talked. "He pushes me really hard... but I want to try for him. I really do. And, well, I guess I need it, in that way. But I don't like it sometimes. A lot of the time. I mean, you wouldn't like being forced to hold a full bladder, would you?"
"No, but --"
"And I don't like it... and yet, I don't mind it too much, as long as there is an orgasm at the end."
That particular description made Gray smile. "Why does he sound like you all of a sudden?" Gray playfully asked his own pet, sitting on his lap much more comfortably.
"It's... part of being a kinky sub, master," she answered. "How far you will go is the question."
"Is it ever my dear," growled Gray in her ear as he started massaging her chest again. "So, Matthew, you don't seem to like Midnight pushing your limits. So what are those limits?"
"Um..." Matthew gave a small smile in the corner of his mouth, and looked down with a bit of a sheepish look.
"I'll be more specific then," he stated, the right hand running around in Matthew's fur getting all the way down to the base of his tail, "how well do you like being fucked in the ass?"
"I-I like it better," suddenly insisted Sunny.
"Sunny!" Gray giggled. "Stop that! I know how excitable you are, but I'm not asking you right now."
She responded with her own smile, and another tiny shiver as Gray started rubbing her chest a bit harder.
"Matthew," Gray addressed, turning his head back to the right, "what's your answer? It's been a while since I had a male, and you're quite arousing to look at."
Matthew smiled shyly, the first time Gray had seen him. "Well, um, heh, I uh, I guess you could do that... but could I pee first, please?"
Gray was sufficiently excited that he wanted to try out more power over Matthew. "Get in position on all fours, and I'll think about it."
Matthew climbed down from the couch and onto the floor, getting on his hands and knees and raising his big fluffy tail to an astonishing height to present his tailhole.
Gray just stopped for a moment to drink in the sight, and just how vulnerable the skunk looked. It was enough to make him decide: the more Matthew was upset, the better.
And Sunny could be dragged into this too...
"You can pee," stated Gray as he stood up, "but only when I say so. Understand?"
Matthew seemed to de-stress a bit at the very thought. "Yes sir!" he answered, anticipation undeniably in his voice.
"Sunny," Gray commanded, "lay down under him, and put his dick in your mouth."
Sunny seemed taken aback, but only for a moment. She slowly rose, keeping her eyes fixed on her master.
"I want you to get ready to suck Matthew off, but don't do it yet. Now get down there on your back."
"Yes master," she sighed, the tone of her voice indicating the little tremble he heard in her pitch was excitement, rather than fear.
The mink got to her hands and knees, and crawled up to Matthew. The skunk took one look at her, and looked away, getting almost as stressed as when he was forced to undress in front of her.
Sunny did as she was told: rolling onto her back, and sliding underneath Matthew's body, taking hold of his dick. This made Matthew even less comfortable.
Gray got a tube of lube off a corner tray and gingerly lubed up his dick, which was already trying to lubricate all by itself -- but he knew that he would need more than just that if this was to work.
Once Sunny was in position, and Matthew continued to stare at Gray with his nervous look, the Dane walked around behind the skunk and bent Matthew at the angle most comfortable for his taller frame.
"Now let's see how you compare to my pet," he growled, as he eased his erect pink member into Matthew, starting to slowly stretch his ring.
Matthew groaned and tensed up, but did indeed push back against the pressure.
It wasn't quite as tight as Sunny's, but it was still quite good -- until he pushed his member fully into the skunk. That made Matthew suddenly "ungh!", a whiny groan that came out of nowhere.
"Shut up," snarled Gray, doing his best Midnight impression.
Gray withdrew, and then thrust in faster this time. Matthew repeated his noise, but this time with words.
"S-s-sir," begged the skunk, "that's my bladder!"
Grey didn't feel anything change, so presumed Matthew was stressing out or imagining it. "Well, that full are you?" teased Gray. "I promised I'd let you pee -- but you have to wait until I say so."
Matthew groaned in response -- and when Grey thrust out and in again, he flinched, even as his hips pushed back.
Grey ignored this, continuing to thrust, speeding up to his usual speed for his own pleasure, the groans of the submissive skunk caused by his "pressure" making Gray more excited, not less.
It was as Grey was approaching climax -- as he could feel that invisible part of himself tensing up and getting ready, that he commanded, "okay, Matthew, pee."
The skunk shifted a bit -- which Gray managed to pull out a bit for just in time -- and with no more than a sighing-groan, he started.
Sunny, of course, was right in the line of fire. After a flash of repulsion across her face, she carefully started swallowing -- and her blush began to return, the signal that she was being humiliated in the proper way.
Gray paused his thrusting to let Matthew relieve himself uninterrupted -- pleased at how well the medication taken hours before was still filling the skunk up. Watching Sunny swallow gulp after gulp, getting redder and redder cheeks which were showing quite well through her gray fur, made him want to resume on Matthew all the more.
As a result, the moment Sunny gave her last swallow, all Gray could bark was "suck it," before he gave a giant shove, getting a cry out of Matthew, before resuming his thrusts at a much more aggressive pace. As Gray had hoped, the blowjob being performed on Matthew got him to at least partially react, making his tailhole actively clench in rhythm with her. And it was that clenching, when combined with the wonderful sensation of sliding, that got Gray to come, less than a minute later.
When Gray got off Matthew, post-orgasmic waves flowing through him, only then did he notice that Midnight was impatiently waiting for him.
"Are you quite satisfied?" asked the jag, a somewhat playful note in his voice.
"Quite," answered Gray, mimicking it.
"Good. Because there are several fine ladies and gentlefurs who have things they need to take care of. Let's go to another room, where our pets can get... less comfortable."
Gray just chimed in. "Okay! Sunny, get up off the floor, and let's go!"
Once Matthew stood back up, so did she, except she let Gray lead her by the shoulder as Matthew stayed put.
"C'mon, slave," snarled Midnight at Matthew briefly as he stepped past Gray into the room.
He and Sunny got into the hall before he heard Matthew go "ow!" Only then did the two others appear to lead Grey and Sunny to their destination.
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