Breaking In the New Toy
Amidst the quiet of the room there came a small groan, followed by the rustling of sheets upon a bed. A white tail poked its way out of the sea of silken ebony as it swayed back and forth. The dalmatian's head soon followed, his single black ear upwards, listening for any noise. He was still asleep; eyes closed, a soft murr came from his throat. His cheeks turned a light red as a smile formed upon his lips.
The dalmatian's ears twitched when they heard footsteps coming down the outside corridor, followed by a knock on the door. His eyes opened wide when he heard the noise, but it wasn't until he heard the voice at the door that he began to growl angrily.
"Hey Emmett," another knock on the door, "wake up buddy. Come on, I haven't got all damn day." This time instead of knocking on the door, the creature outside slammed his fist against the door. "Hurry it up!"
Lifting his head the dalmatian glared furiously at the door while rubbing his eyes. As he slowly sat up in bed he yelled angrily at the door, "Shred? Damn man, I was sleeping! The hell you want this time?!"
"I've got a job from you, straight from the boss. It's important, so you better get your ass outta bed or I'll come in there and get you myself."
By now the dalmatian had already gotten out of bed, and was currently placing his silver earrings in his right ear. He barked angrily at the door, "Hold on! I'm getting ready." He'd been sleeping so well, and the warmth he felt in his groin reminded him of the dream he'd been having. It was a dream he'd had so many times before...
The dalmatian was in a dark room, but the faint glow of candles illuminated it enough for him to see. On the far left wall there was shelf after shelf of objects, though it was too dark to tell what they were. On the wall to his right a large mirror reflected the room perfectly and made it seem much larger than it was. Near one of the stone walls was a large bed covered in red satin sheets that cold hold at least two, maybe even three people.
A second glance at the bed showed the dalmatian that the bad was not empty. On it lay a dark figure, hidden by the darkness of the room, almost like a silhouette. But even in the candlelight he couldn't make out every detail of the figure, only vague parts. The figure wasn't much bigger than the dalmatian, if at all; the figure was on his back, gazing towards the dalmatian as if waiting for him.
As the dalmatian made his way over to the bed he felt disconnected, his senses all overwhelmed by a joy of unknown origin. The feeling was just there without reason or explanation. He then climbed onto the bed and got above the mysterious being, gazing down at the shadowy figure. To the dalmatian, the shadow seemed beautiful, wonderful; just looking at the being below him filled him with overwhelming joy.
Their eyes met, and even in the darkness the dalmatian could tell that the figure's eyes were more beautiful than any he had ever seen before. Soon the dalmatian felt a shudder rock his body, followed by a rush of pleasure. Their lips met and locked together, eyes closing in the passion of the moment. It all felt so good, so right....
"Emmett! Emmett! What the hell are you doing in there? I thought you were getting ready!" The voice of the male outside echoed in the corridor, and he slammed his fist several times against the door. "Don't make me come in there!"
All the noise made the dalmatian snap back to reality. The smell of the pine bed frame, the feeling of stone against his feet, and the cold temperature of the room; all came rushing back to him like a wave against a sandy beach. When he got to the door he slid it open and spoke angrily, "I'm here, Shred. And would it be too much to ask for you to be more fucking patient?"
Outside the door stood a large muscular doberman, his dark eyes fixed upon the dalmatian in front of him, "Oh cut it out cupcake. You should get ready quicker." A grin then formed upon the doberman's lips, "You sure you wanna try messing with a guy like me?" To prove his point he flexed, showing off his large bulging muscles with a big grin. "If I were you, I wouldn't."
"Show off those big muscles all you want Shred, you know it only turns me on more," Emmett responded with a smug grin. The dalmatian crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, eyes fixed on the doberman, "At least let me put something on, I can't go walking around here nude all the time."
"Fine, fine. Just put something on to cover that tight ass of yours, okay? I don't want to have to stare at it everywhere I go. Besides," he grinned as he stared down at the dalmatian's groin, "if you go around hard like that you'll only tempt the others." When he saw the fury in the dalmatian's eyes and the growl coming from his throat, Shredder could only let out a hearty laugh, "Oh come on kid, you know I'm just messing with ya."
The dalmatian turned away and walked back into his room, making his way towards a small wooden dresser not far from his bed. "I know you are. Besides, I'm not that hard yet. It'll go away soon enough. It's not like I'm dripping cum all over the floor." Emmett quickly looked down to make sure he was speaking the truth. There were spots on the floor from where he had walked, but they were only made of pre; he hadn't gone as far as shooting his load all over the place.
Emmett sighed in relief when he pulled a piece of dark blue fabric from his dresser before sliding it on. He then walked over to the door, stepped outside past the doberman, and closed the door to his room. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall, staring at the doberman. "Well, Shred? You gonna go show me what I gotta do? Or did I get up and dressed for nothing?"
"You call that getting dressed? Are you kidding me?" Shredder let out a loud laugh as he stared at the deep blue thong the dalmatian wore, "That thing barely covers your crotch, much less your ass!"
"Maybe I like showing off my ass. You ever think of that?"
"Whatever man," the doberman shrugged. "Just don't come crying to me when some guy starts grabbing your ass." He then started walking down the hallway with a small smirk.
"You've got no room to talk big guy. You aren't wearing anything. Someone could come up and grope you for all you know."
Shredder stopped where he was and turned around, smirking at the words of the dalmatian. He bared his teeth, growling as he spoke, "But nobody will, because they know if they mess with me they get it hard up the ass. Now lets' get going." The doberman continued on his forward path down the corridor, "The chamber's not far from here."
"Oh great, we're going to one of the chambers? What kind of job is this anyways, Shred?" Emmett groaned as he walked.
"Well, we've got someone new here. The boss wants you to take a look at him, because that's one of your jobs here. And you've been slacking, so he wants to make sure you're still worth all the trouble you are." The doberman stopped when he reached a large wooden door with a small barred window in it. He opened the door and motioned for the dalmatian to step inside, "He's in here. And don't complain to me later if he turns out to be a horrible candidate. I don't pick these guys, the boss does." His eyes then narrowed at the dalmatian, "And if I hear that you didn't do this, or that you slacked on your job, I'll have you kicked out of here faster than you can blink. Got it?"
The dalmatian couldn't help but smirk, "I think I got it, unless I was too busy staring at you." He groaned as one of the doberman's paws met the back of his head, "Sorry, I was kidding, man. Lighten up." Shrugging when he was met with a glare, the dalmatian stepped into the room without a second thought.
"Have fun, cupcake." The doberman smirked as he closed the large wooden door behind the dalmatian, leaving him alone in the darkness of the stone room. "Oh and by the way," he spoke between the bars of the window, "try to make sure he stays in one piece."
"Can do, big guy," he said as he waved at the door. Once he heard the footsteps of the doberman disappear, he knew that he was alone once more. That is, aside from the other being in the room. "Hello? Anyone home?" The dalmatian called out into the darkness, glancing around.
The room was about as plain and normal as the rest of the rooms in the castle. It had walls made of stone, with wooden beams showing in the ceiling; whether that was for architectural or design purposes was unknown. Spaced out evenly along the walls were torches that were lit, giving off enough light to see. Scattered across the room were various devices: on one wall, a pair of shackles to chain someone down; on another wall, a shelf filled with toys of all sorts.
Out of all the things in that chamber, it was what was on the floor in the center of the room that caught the dalmatian's attention. In the center of a large circle carved into the floor was a single being. The odd creature lifted his head and stared at the dalmatian, emerald eyes shimmering dimly in the light. His large black ears twitched as he knelt there on the ground, wrists and neck shackled to the ground. He had room to move, but he could go no further than the circle carved in the ground. The figure in the circle pressed his wings against his back and let out a small sigh.
It took a moment for the dalmatian to realize that the being before him was a bat, a bit small compared to him, and somewhat younger. His fur was a deep gray, with hints of lighter gray in areas such as his chest, stomach, and inner thighs. On the sides of both his arms and legs he had spots, but not like most: these spots were a silvery-blue color, and ended halfway down his limbs, just at the joints. He had similar spots running down the sides of his torso, ending at his hips. The bat's wings extended a few times as if stretching, before folding against his back. He lowered his head and let out a sigh, submitting to whatever may come to him.
"You must be the new guy," said the dalmatian, watching the bat lift his head just enough to meet his gaze. "Yes, I know why you're here,' slowly the dalmatian made his way towards the edge of the circle etched into the ground, standing just outside it. He stared down at the kneeling bat with a curious look on his face, "And you're the reason I'm here. Now I want to get one thing straight before I start." Emmett crouched down and put his paw under the bat's chin, lifting his head to stare into the bat's emerald eyes, "I'm the one in control here, not you. So you do as I say, listen to me, and everything will be fine. Do you understand?"
The bat cringed at the sound of the growl coming from the dalmatian in front of him, and nodded. As he blinked he took a deep breath to prepare himself for whatever may lie ahead for him. When the dalmatian seemed to be waiting for an answer the bat stared at the ground once more, speaking in his soft voice, "Y-yes sir, I understand. I...I'll do whatever you want, just tell me what's going on. Please..."
Emmett's lips formed a smug grin as he stood up, staring down at the bat. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tapped his foot in time with the wagging of his tail; so many ideas were running through his head that he almost couldn't keep track of them all. A few ideas stuck in his mind, so he decided to go with whatever seemed to fit the moment best. The dalmatian crouched down in front of the bat and let out a low growl, "Stand up, now. I want to take a good look at you."
"Yes sir," the bat nodded obediently as he began to stand up. He was trembling in both fear and weakness: he had put up a bit of a fight trying to resist capture. Once the bat was standing he kept his arms in front of himself, since they were shackled to both each other and the ground. The young bat stood there and watched the dalmatian circle around him, taking in every detail. "Why are you so far away sir?"
"You could be dangerous for all I know, pipsqueak. I just need to take a good look at you before I make a decision." The dalmatian stopped when he was behind the bat, a smile creeping across his face. He stared at the bat's round rear, licking his lips and letting out a lustful growl, "You got a nice ass there, boy. It's gonna be nice to play with." Emmett then circled around until he stared at the front of the bat, stepping into the circle until they were face to face. The dalmatian smirked and breathed warm air onto the bat's face as he spoke in a teasing, lustful voice, "What's your name, boy?"
The question surprised the bat, "M-my name?" He blinked a few times. "W...well my name's Alabaster. It's a bit of an odd name, I kn-"
"That will be enough for now. I simply asked what your name was, nothing more." The dalmatian put his paw under the bat's chin and lifted his head up to make sure that he had the young bat's attention. "It's time for your first test, Al. Nothing too hard, just something simple. You think you can pass the test?" Seeing Alabaster nod in response, Emmett smiled. He then pressed his lips against the bat's, locking them together in a deep kiss.
At first Alabaster couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the kiss. But he soon adjusted to it, closing his eyes and pressing deeper into the kiss as his cheeks reddened. The bat soon felt the dalmatian's tongue pressing against his lips, demanding access into the young bat's mouth. He opened his mouth and felt the canine's warm wet tongue push into his mouth, writhing around and tasting the inside of the bat's mouth. He couldn't help but giggle shyly as he ran his tongue along the canine's, a smile forming on his lips.
Emmett was somewhat surprised at the reaction of the bat: he had adapted so quickly, and he wasn't even putting up a fight. The dalmatian smirked as he broke the kiss, watching the bat try and compose himself. "Well, my little bat friend," he put a paw on the bat's cheek, "it seems that you have passed your first test. But there are a few more. I won't tell you what they are, I just want you to act naturally. Follow your instincts." The canine traced his paw down the bat's cheek and over his neck, before moving it down his slim and slender body, ending at his stomach; the bat instinctively cringed and flexed at the touch, unsure of what to do.
"Y...yes sir, I understand," Alabaster nodded at the words of the dalmatian. "What would you like me to do first sir?"
The dalmatian stared at the piece of cloth that had been fashioned into a covering for the bat, and he smirked at the thought of what lay underneath. Licking his lips the dalmatian glanced up at the bat's eyes, "Take off that thing you're wearing. You won't need it on while you're here."
With a nod Alabaster moved his paws down and began tugging down the cloth; it was a bit of trouble for him to do so, since his paws were still shackled together. Instead of pulling them down he extended a claw and cut the cloth so that it simply fell from his body and onto the ground. "There, sir. I did as you asked," as the bat spoke, he covered himself with his paws, cheeks turning a deep red.
"I told you to take that off for a reason, boy. I want you naked, you got that? Now uncover yourself, or I'll do it for you," Emmett let out a low growl as he spoke between his teeth.
"I understand sir," the bat nodded and moved his paws away, "I am very sorry for disobeying."
"You'll be even more sorry the next time you disobey, got it?" He glared angrily at the bat. Emmett then took a step back to look at Alabaster; his eyes moved down from the bat's chest, down over his slender stomach, until finally his eyes met the bat's crotch.
Alabaster took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to see a look of disapproval on the dalmatian's face. "Well sir? What do you think of me?" The bat spread his legs to make sure that the canine had a good view. His limp shaft was the same color as his fur, deep gray, almost black; the two orbs below were a slightly deeper gray, and a bit larger than most would have thought the bat capable of. Even through the kiss and the touch of the dalmatian, the bat had no signs of real arousal.
The dalmatian was a different story: his sheath was swelling with his building arousal and lust, his deep red canine tip poking out into the open air. Licking his lips Emmett smiled and nodded in approval, "Good, good. The boss will be happy to see this. It's not often that we find something with....equipment such as yours."
"Really?" Alabaster opened his eyes and blinked in surprise, "You mean...I'm not horrible?"
"No, you kidding me? You aren't the best, I've seen better... But you'll do." Emmett's lips slowly formed a grin and he gave the bat a playful look, "Now it's just time we see how well you function. This is the most important test, so try not to fail. If you do, I'll ship your ass out of here. Got it?"
The bat gulped nervously and nodded, "I understand sir. But I can't do very much when I'm shackled like this. It's a little hard to move around."
"Don't worry about that, boy. I'll get you started," the canine spoke in a lustful voice, stepping closer to Alabaster. He wrapped his paw around the bat's limp shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze and eliciting a gasp from the young boy's mouth. Emmett gently rubbed and caressed the bat's shaft, his other paw running up and down the bat's stomach. With a small smirk the canine ran his tongue down the side of the young bat's neck, letting out a low growl.
Alabaster gasped once more and instinctively bucked his hips against the dalmatian's paw. He could feel the blood rushing to his member, making it grow and harden within the canine's grasp. "S..sir... I..." The bat shuddered as he felt the warmth in his groin, along with the dalmatian's paws moving away from his shaft. A shy giggle came from the bat as he stood there, hard and throbbing in front of the dalmatian. The young bat had a six inch long member, a bit thick as well, pre making the tip glisten in the light. He had silvery-blue spots along the sides of his shaft, ending just a bit before his tip. "There..."
"Ooh," the dalmatian got on his knees in front of the young bat, admiring his throbbing member, "that's better than I had expected. Now..." He paused, as if in thought. "Let's see what this baby can really do." Suddenly the canine opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip of the bat's member, sucking on it like a thirsty newborn. His tongue lapped at the leaking cock, and he suddenly blinked in surprise. The canine removed the bat's member from his mouth, and he stared up at the young male, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"About what, sir?" Looking down, the young bat tilted his head and blinked in confusion, "Is something wrong?"
"No, of course not. It's just that you keep surprising me. You should really tell me about these sorts of things."
"What sorts of things, sir?"
The dalmatian grabbed onto the young bat's member, giving it a gentle squeeze. He then began slowly pumping the young boy's cock, watching the foreskin roll back and forth, giving a glimpse of his head each time it moved. Emmett licked his lips as he stared at the bat's glistening tip, "This, boy. It's not often we find guys with foreskin. They're always so much fun."
Nodding in response, the young bat stared down at the canine. He watched the skin roll back and forth along his cock, making him moan and gasp out in pleasure. The young bat fell silent and bit his lip trying to muffle his needy whimpers. Suddenly he threw his head back with a loud gasp and grabbed onto the sides of the dalmatian's head, gripping him tightly.
A satisfied murr came from the dalmatian on his knees before the bat. He had pulled the bat's foreskin back until the fleshy pink cock head was no longer hidden, and had given it a good licking. Emmett once more dragged his tongue over the bat's wet tip, sucking on it as well with his lips. Keeping Alabaster's shaft in place, Emmett slowly engulfed the throbbing member in his mouth, gliding his tongue along the underside of his shaft. The canine continued moving his mouth forward until he felt his nose press against the bat's slender stomach; he sucked firmly on the cock in his mouth, keeping it in his mouth with ease.
"Ooh, sir..." Alabaster managed to speak between quick breaths, "That feels so good. D-do more, please..." He closed his eyes until he could just barely see out of them, staring down at the dalmatian. A paw fell upon the dalmatian's cheek and traced over it with a gentle touch as the bat's cheeks turned red.
Emmett could only let out a low confirming growl in response, still sucking hard on the bat's member. He moved his paws to Alabaster's rear, cupping a cheek in each paw and giving a firm squeeze. Meanwhile his tongue lapped at the bat's exposed cock head, his moist tongue gliding over the young male's cum slit.
As the dalmatian was licking and sucking on his throbbing member, Alabaster couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a cry of pleasure, bucking his hips against the canine's muzzle. He grabbed onto the sides of the dalmatian's head, gripping just enough to make sure he stayed where he was. The bliss was overwhelming, and never before had he felt such pleasure in his life. All he wanted was more, his whines of need confirming his lust and desire.
Growling loudly, a small grin formed upon the canine's lips. It was time to see just how far he could go with the bat in this situation. Emmett began to slide his head back and forth along the bat's shaft, making sure to use his tongue every now and again for added pleasure. He managed to elicit a loud gasp from the young boy, who began to buck his hips in a slow and steady rhythm. This only made the dalmatian's grin widen as he picked up the pace, bobbing his head wildly back and forth.
He could feel his pleasure building, rising up like a rushing river; it was growing, and before too long, it would be too much for him. Warm wet pre dribbled from his tip and into the canine's mouth, where it was quickly licked up and gulped down. Alabaster wrapped his arms around his stomach and gripped his sides tightly as he continued steadily bucking his hips. "Please sir! K...keep going! I can feel it..."
Hearing this, Emmett slid his mouth off the young bat's member until it was outside his mouth, just in front of it. "Well then," the canine spoke with a grin, "if you can feel it that means you're almost done. Now lemme see how big of a load you've got in you, boy." He wrapped a single white furred paw around the bat's throbbing gray shaft, and he gave it a tight squeeze. Again he gave it another squeeze, watching the bat shudder and groan at the feeling with a wide grin. "You enjoying this, boy?"
"Yes sir, I am," Alabaster quickly responded with a nod. A shudder rocked his body as the dalmatian gave his cock another firm squeeze, making him whine with sheer desire. He was so close, and it wouldn't take much more for the bat to release his load. He wondered if the dalmatian knew how close he was...
"Good. Now, let's see that load," Emmett growled out as began wildly pumping the bat's shaft, making sure to roll his foreskin back and forth. His other hand moved to the bat's occasionally exposed cock head, giving it a firm rub with his thumb. Keeping up the pace he glanced up at Alabaster, watching him squirm and writhe around in joy.
"Sir... I...I'm gonna," the bat spoke between gasps for air, his paws tightly gripping his sides. He could feel the pleasure about to spill over, the joyous euphoria signaling how close he was to his climax. The pace at which he bucked his hips increased, thrusting wildly into the dalmatian's paw as it pumped his cock.
Suddenly the dalmatian let out a loud roar, "Do it!" He pumped the bat's member even faster than he already was, massaging every last inch of the boy's throbbing meat. Hearing the bat begin to take quick breaths he made sure to expose the bat's cock head to let all of his load free, without interference from his foreskin. He opened his mouth somewhat, making sure he was in range of Alabaster's tip.
The bat threw his head back and let out a loud cry of sheer pleasure, digging his fingers into the sides of his stomach. He could barely keep himself standing: the feelings overwhelmed him so much it made him feel slightly dizzy, but he loved it. The young bat's cock convulsed as it began shooting out spurt after spurt of thick creamy seed, sending it both into the dalmatian's mouth as well as his face. Even through his climax the bat continued to buck his hips against the dalmatian's paw, begging for as much pleasure as he could have.
Emmett couldn't help but smirk as he basked in the aftermath of the bat's climax: thick gooey cum stained his cheeks and mixed with his fur and he had a small amount in his mouth, while the last few dribbles of bat seed fell to the cold stone floor. The dalmatian kissed the bat's cum covered cock, letting the skin roll forward once more to conceal the fleshy pink head. He stood up and faced the boy, gulping down the cum in his mouth, letting it warm his throat as it went down. When he finished swallowing he smirked at the bat, "Well well, boy. It seems you aren't so bad after all."
"Th-thanks sir. I'm glad I satisfied you," Alabaster responded with a smile, tilting his head forward so he could see the dalmatian's face.
Shaking his head, the canine grinned wide, "No no no, you misunderstand. I'm not satisfied yet. There's still more I have to do to you."
"Like what sir?" The bat tilted his head curiously.
The dalmatian let out a low laugh and he put one paw on his deep red canine member, throbbing hard in the air and dripping with pre. Smirking, he whispered in a lustful voice to the bat, "Just turn around and bend over. It's time for your final test."