#bdsm stories
I have been a Dominatrix for over a decade. Here is a danger I have gone through!
I remember that was my 3rd outcall session that day. I quickly got to the hotel in China to meet the American for a pegging and bondage session.
The 6-feet tall medium built American picked me up at the lobby around 22:30. I first ordered him to assemble my biggest dildo which is 30cm long, 6cm diameter to my strap pad. He did a good and quick job so I pegged him immediately for several rounds after he did the enema. I decided to give him a short rest since he had been bending over for about half an hour. I was trying to book a hotel nearby online during chitchatting with him because it was quite late and my home was far away. I did not expect many hotels were booked up so fast. He learnt that I was looking for a hotel room during our chitchat and he then insisted that I can stay in his room for the night. I said, “thanks but I couldn’t sleep when someone else is in same room so I will book a room nearby for myself anyways.” He then stared at me saying, “Actually I am not a slave. I am a switch.” I was thinking “this can not possibly go wrong because I made sure he is not a serial killer!” in my head. He grabbed the rope I brought and approached me slowly, kept asking me
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Earlier that month, your handler announced his plans for an out-of-state business trip that would result in him being away for the entire week. While you were dismayed by the disruption in physically serving him, he made it up to you by scheduling a proper send-off Friday evening through the end of Sunday.
After a long weekend serving him in every way imaginable, you reluctantly grabbed your work clothes, the leftover stir fry from yesterday’s dinner, and were properly dismissed by your handler. With his blessing and curious grin, you head back home to do laundry and prepare for another week at the office.
You got home late Sunday night and blurrily shower away the sweat, grime, and cum off your body. After assessing your wardrobe, you decided to push off doing the laundry for another night before passing out on your bed.
The next day, your phone’s alarm buzzed you awake and despite your sore body, you managed to groggily get out of bed, get dressed, grab your things, and drive yourself to work.
Once at your desk, you booted up your computer, clocked in, and then started to head over to the kitchenette to pour yourself a cup of fresh coffee. With coffee in hand, you then moved on to check your email from the weekend.
Just before you started on your work for the day, your phone lit up with the notification icon as a deep tone sounded. It was the special tone that was reserved for only when your handler texts you. Instinctively you reached for your phone to open it.
The message was a simple line of text, “Forgot something?”
It was followed by an attached photo of his hand holding your credit card against the backdrop of the airport lobby.
Your heart jumped into your throat as you hastily reached into your pocket to pull out your wallet. Whipping the leather wallet open, it was revealed that one of the wallet’s slots was empty.
You began to think back to the weekend’s session. The only time you left his house was Saturday night when your handler chose a take-out restaurant for dinner. While you were cleaning up, he phoned in an order and once you were done drying off he ordered you to drive him over. Once at the parking lot, you instinctively retrieved the card from your wallet and offered to pay just before he went inside for the pickup.
You racked your mind after that moment. Between the drive back and everything you did for him afterward, you couldn’t remember asking for your card back nor your handler bringing it up after dinner.
You closed your eyes and silently cursed yourself for not once thinking about your card back for the rest of the weekend. Just as your mind was about to run free with the potential implications, your phone let out another deep chime. Opening your eyes, you hesitantly moved your hand to the phone, and unlocked it to see what the new message was.
“Thanks for the caffeinated pick-me-up!~” followed by a few taunting emojis.
The attached picture was your handler, holding your card in front of the ceramic mug filled with a latte, topped with whipped cream.
Your heart rate raced again at the image and you immediately closed out of the message to boot up your mobile banking app. After punching in your bank pin and password, and waiting an agonizingly long load time you saw it. Sure enough under ‘pending transactions’ it listed a recent purchase of an eight dollar coffee purchased at the same company that was on the mug in the photo
‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself as you stared at the expected debt total. You were frugal and financially smart enough that you always could use your credit card without running into any problems. You then pondered the small coffee purchase and began debating if you should take it out of your current savings or wait to pay it back after your next paycheck. As you were weighing the options of where you were going to move the money, your train of thought was derailed by another deep chime.
You moved your thumb across the screen to click the newest notification, as your phone cycled back to the texting app, with your handler’s most recent message already loaded.
“Their coffee was so good, that I just had to get myself another cup to go!” followed by a series of kissy faces and a picture of a paper coffee cup outside of the shop.
You did not even need to double back to your bank account to know that your card paid for it. At that moment, the only thing you could do was type out your reply.
“I’m glad that I could buy you your coffee, sir. Please enjoy it.”
Another chime rang immediately after you sent your message, “Oh I will.”
You took another deep steadying breath before turning your phone’s screen off and going back to work. As you began, you took some solace in your office’s current promotion of bonuses, to be handed out based on going above the quota for the day. With that, you started to do some quick mental math about how much extra work you need to take on to make up for this costly mistake.
From then on you carried out your job, diligently working, pushing your sales skills to the limit, to go beyond expected goals for that potential weekly commission bonus. You stayed committed to working through this entire morning until another chime interrupted your focus as the phone lit up again.
Your eyes swiveled to the notification dot as you moved your hand away from your work phone towards your personal cell. A quick unlocked sequence revealed a picture of a thick and juicy burger resting next to some steak fries on a plate, next to a tall glass of beer.
Propped up perfectly against the base of the glass was your credit card with the caption, “The business lunch they sent us was just boring cold cuts, this was much more appropriate.”
The food looked warm, delicious, and expensive. It was just about lunchtime and your mouth was watering at the sight. With a bit of sorrow, you were reminded of the leftover noodles that were in the office fridge. Reluctantly you sent a reply to your handler, wishing him the best while you stood up and made your way to the office kitchen to reheat your own meal.
As you ate, you did the rough mental math of the cups of coffee and estimated the cost of the burger. You ultimately decided that it would be best to skip the last ten minutes of your lunch break to get a jump start back on hitting your work quota.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. There were no taunting texts from your handler or any work-related meetings which left you plenty of time to stay focused on your efficiency. When it was about time to pack up and head out, a small thought emerged from your stomach. A small niggling thought that was trying to justify all your hard work today with a quick bite to eat on the way home. If on cue, your phone let out another deep chime and you were greeted with a picture of your credit card being used as a coaster to a martini glass which quickly squelched your stomach’s plans as you resigned to fixing a meal at home.
The next day was more of the same, with your handler sending you a good morning text in the form of a picture of a toasted bagel with cream cheese and lox. The next text came a few hours after that, “Made some changes to your card, no need to thank me pig but I’ll gladly accept it~”
It was just another picture of your credit card on a desk, but now it had the word “FORFEIT” in big black lettering with a layer of clear tape applied on top to preserve it. Your name was scribbled out and the words, “Finsub’s Piggy Bank” were written just above it.
You just stared at it, gobsmacked, as all your thoughts of the day were sandblasted away. Your eyes glued to your phone as you reread the message over and over again.
Your phone chimed again as the next message that appeared was a photo of your handler’s arm outstretched, holding your modified credit card on a sidewalk of bustling people in broad daylight.
Your heart rate skyrocketed at the implications of anyone near your handler seeing your card on their way to work. Then pondering that even more, you quickly looked up from your phone and scanned the office to ensure that none of your co-workers could have possibly seen what you were staring at on your screen.
You then went back to your phone and sent a rushed, ‘Thank you Sir’ before turning off the screen, flipping your phone over, to resume work.
A cycle soon emerged during the rest of the week. You got up, got dressed, went to work, and then throughout the day you would receive text after text from your handler with pictures of breakfasts, snacks, and other extraneous purchases. Each picture included your vandalized credit card, clearly in view. With each text came the promise of debt under your name and it motivated you, out of necessity, to work hard and push beyond your daily quota.
Just at the end of each day, when it looked like you were going to pull ahead of the debt, or at least stay in the black, your dom would always hit you with one last text of the night. This caused you to work even harder the next morning while brainstorming what you could do when your handler returned on Saturday morning to reclaim your credit card. You were working so well in fact that your manager took notice and praised you for the renewed zest in your output.
Finally, Friday evening arrived and you opened up your banking app to verify that your paycheck and bonus went through while assessing the damage caused by your handler’s spending spree. You slipped your phone into your pocket and packed up for the week. It was then you received one additional deep chime. Taking a steady deep breath you reached down and pulled out your phone.
A picture appeared of your handler decked out head to toe. He had on a new leather harness, vest, pants, and boots and brandished a finely crafted deerskin flogger. The picture’s caption read, “Found out about this local leather shop on my last day here. I just love to support small businesses while splurging on a new outfit” with additional kissy faces.
‘Fuck, there goes that plan out the window’ you whinged as you rolled your head back in dismay. But another part of you grew aroused at the thought of seeing your handler’s new gear in person and the knowledge of who would feel that flogger soon enough.
Then another chime tolled from your phone with another text from him. “I got something for you too.”
The photo finished loading to show your owner’s hand holding up an elaborate rubber pig hood with a built-in gag and an attached locking collar.
In that moment of horny submissive defeat, all you could do was smirk and typed out your reply,
“Oink.”
***
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Steven took a long satisfying pull of whiskey as the lion settled down in the comfy chair, finally home in his manor after a long week of office meetings that he had to attend and force himself to participate in. Steven even had to be at the dullest one that was scheduled for 3 pm that Friday, all because that’s what CEOs are supposed to do.
Steven savored the taste of whisky he squirreled it around his maw, allowing himself the pleasure of enjoying the evening of rest by himself before he had to begin to think about the social events, fitness exercises, and grooming appointments that he would need to endure over his short weekend. With the thought that despite all his wealth he still never had all the free time he wanted, he took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and forced himself to relax.
When Steven lazily blinked open his eyes he noticed that it was much darker than a moment ago. He was about to curse himself for sleeping away the small bit of downtime he had, when he opened his eyes, even more, to see that he was in a completely new location. He was no longer in his manor, laying back in his easy chair.
Steven was sitting on a cold, hard cement floor that was pressed against his ass and thighs. Something about that sensation registered as wrong to him, but in the confusion of the moment, he hardly noticed. Steven groggily lifted his head and swept it left to right to ordinate himself. The place was dark, barely illuminated by a single hanging bulb overhead and it smelled of stale wood and mold.
Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness and fully comprehended what they were looking at, they shot wide open as Steven realized that he was now in a basement that he had never been in before.
[Steven finally looked down at where he was sitting and his heart practically jumped up into his throat.
His initial thought of where he was sitting was correct, he was on a bare cement floor in the middle of a white circle that looked like it was drawn with chalk. As he sat on the unburnished floor, he saw that his tone and fit body were engulfed in a soft pink bodysuit.
But as he fought gravity to lift an arm and moved it over to his chest, and feeling the sensation of it he realized that there was no bodysuit.
Somehow his body was one of pale pink lard that had plump moobs that fell over a flabby gut that expanded into his lap.
-the folds that it made
-and the think pudgy arms and legs
-a 100lb extra pound or so
Confused and afraid, Steven looked down at his body and to his astonishment and horror, he saw a mountain/hill of soft flab surrounding/clinging to his body. After a bit of inspection and lifting his pink and plump covered hand with a fat porky finger at the end of it.
Astonished by the finger/actual steven let loose a yell of surprise which wrung deeper and gruffer than he knew to be right]
A voice from Steven’s right cleared his throat and said, “From the look on your face, it looks like this little ritual worked…I’ll be damned.”
Whipping his head over, Steven focused on a figure that was standing so still in one of the darkened corners that did not even register him when Steven first looked around. He was tall, broad-shouldered, toned with a sizable muscle gut and completely naked except for leather chaps and a black chest harness. This hog was clean-shaven and had a disbelieving expression on his face. He closed the old hardcover book that was resting open in his hand with a loud clap.
“How’s it going Mr. CEO man? Feeling a little startled and surprised no doubt… well don’t worry,” The pig said as he crossed over the chalk line making his way towards Steven, “This hog’s gonna take real good care of you as my little friend makes good on his end.”
At that, Steven tried to get up and scoot away but his new thick legs and all the additional blubber bogged him down and interrupted his escape and it resulted in Steven barely getting two inches off the cement floor before his legs slid out from under him, resulting in Steven falling onto his back with a loud yet soft ‘thud’ and a jiggle.
“Oh ho ho! not used to all that new heft on you, huh?” the leather dom said as he stood over Steven’s body, now rubbing his hands together. “Let’s see what that body remembers of me,” as he knelt and brought his hands down on Steven’s new love hands and gave them a squeeze.
From where Steven lay he felt each one of the hogs’ fingers make contact with Steven’s new love handles, press down, and sink into the flab. Then the pig shook the fatty sides, and Steven felt the motion ripple out all over the rest of his body. As that happened, something began to stir within the depths of Steven’s new body as he noticed that his breath began to quicken. From there the hog released his grasp a bit to allow himself to collapse on top of Steven, using his own weight to pin him down.
“Let’s see if that pig body of yours still has all of its old weak spots,” as his hand began to inch and crawl fingers up the sides of the prone body.
The meaty finger of the Hog inched upwards, moving from the love hands to the gut to allow some quick caressing of the flabby stomach as it moved up towards Steven’s new torso and stopped right at his chest. Lifting his right hand, the Hog slowly lowered his index on Steven’s puffy nipple and began fiddling with it. The sensation shot through Steven’s soft body and electrified his brain.
Steven was not a newbie to playing with his own body when he had his sleek lion body and while he explored every inch of his old body, his nipples never caused his body to react like this before. It was an automatic and intense surge of pleasure that kept delivering, wave after wave with every rub of the nipple.
His heart jumped to double speed and a wave of pleasure came rippling out to the rest of his body. To Steven’s surprise, he heard his mouth let out a weak and surprised moan as he unintentionally rubbed his legs together under the advancing hog as his dick down there began to twitch awake.
Immediately picking up the reactions the nameless hog let out a deep chuckle as he mewed, “Look at that! Even after the swap, that body can still turn to putty in my hand.”
Confused at the comment Steven raised his head and began a bewildered, “wha-,” before the hog interrupted him by bringing his thumb down and started rubbing Steven’s nipple between finger and thumb. The additional intensity of the sensation blindsided Steven with another dimension of pleasure and cased Steven to whip his head back and let out a loud gasp of excitement
The hog paused to bask in Steven’s response as he leaned in and whispered, “Listen here, I spent plenty of time using and exploring that new body of yours, Mr. CEO. I can get it riled up in no time at all.”
And before Steven could look back up, he felt the hog’s other hand grab Steven’s other chest with his fingers zeroing in on the other nipple and started fiddling with that one in turn. The sensation redoubled as another torrent of pleasure crashed against Steven’s mind; any previous thought was quickly swept away. His new body was so submerged in pleasure that he could only let out gasps as his legs began to redouble their efforts, doing anything they can to rub against each other as the dick buried under the flabby gut and thighs grew more and more erect.
Riding the motion on top, the hog chuckled as he continued to press down against the squirming Steven.
A moment later, the hog lifted his right hand off of Steven’s nipple and spider-walked it down Steven’s new bloated torso, pressing down into the soft flab with every finger step.
“Oh yeah, this body still remembers what I can make it do. Let’s see if I can still make it purr”
Once the hog was at the thigh, he flatted his hand to give Steven’s undercut one more jiggle before it wormed in between the legs and finally found what he was looking for.
Even mentally preparing for it, the moment one of the hog’s fingers grazed the tip of Steven’s suffocated cock continued to betray Steven as it spasmed with excitement. The Hog kept going, worming his hand down a few more inches until he grasped Steven’s cock with his hand and began stroking.
It was nothing that Steven ever felt before, the constant movement and the sensation of his own soft thighs parting as Dan’s hand moved through, only to encase his cock again when Dan’s hand was pulled away. Caught up in the new experiences Steven broke down as his lips parted to let out a defeated moan.
“There we are! There’s that moan that I know so well,” the hog teased as he slowed down the pace of his strokes to make sure that Steven was giving his full attention and he continued. “Does the new piggy want to know what we have planned for you?” The hog continued as he redoubled he fiddled with the nipple in his free hand, forcing Steven to moan in response.
“As I tease you now, Jasper, the original owner of this body,” as the hog gave Steven’s gut a loud slap, “that little piggy is going to be occupying your life now. Under my say, he’s going to be siphoning all your cash to our, well my, bank account. I’m going to use Jasper to live out your life as the successful businessman while I reap the riches.”
Through the monologue, some part of Steven’s mind picked up that Jasper was a name that sounded familiar, but under the current circumstances, he could not think where he knew the name from.
The hog continued with a much more malicious tone now, “And in the meantime, you’re going to be in this flabby body now, right by my side and under my constant supervision for when we need banking information and to keep up the facade. You’ll be our live-in pet serving both of us from now on. Kiss that old life of yours goodbye,” the hog ended with a wicked chuckle.
Something about what the hog said resonated with Steven even with the fear of the situation, it caused Steven’s breath to quicken even more as something stirred inside of him.
“Oh you like that,” Dan said as he noticed the response from Steven before physically leaning to continue, “It means no luxury office job, no more meetings, no more appointments…. No more Mr. CEO. You’ll be nothing more than a pathetic pig that’s kept on a very, very tight leash.”
That caused something deep inside of Steven to stir even louder as he tried to stifle a moan from his throat.
“Oh!” Dan mused “does the CEO steven like that idea? Giving up all your life, your hard-earned work?”
A thought of pure guilty pleasure ran through Steven’s mind that was so dark that he could hardly admit to himself that he enjoyed it.
“…oh but don’t worry, I’ll find some stuff for you to do in the mean team, like showing us around your property, and being my dedicated sex slave.”
That caused the guilty pleasure to start again as Steven’s cock began to twitch even harder within the hog’s hand.
“Jasper was always putty in my hands, as you can probably figure out, but I didn’t think I would get the same reaction from you…color me impressed.“ the hog said as squeezed and jiggled Steven’s chest with one hand and renewed the cock stroking with the other.
Steven was now submerged in ecstasy and let out another, much louder, moan in response.
“There it is!” Dan exclaimed with wicked glee, “Turn out the big powerful CEO’s got a good and proper subby streak in him!” as he slapped Steven’s gut again. “He’s going to have front row seats as we take everything from your life away! All your bank investments, your credit cards, your job, your fancy cars… all of it gone, every last penny will be signed over to me, to be used at my discretion.”
Having it all laid out like that struck a hidden power cord within Steven that he did not know he had as his body went into overtime with pleasure and the thought of this potential as he squirmed under the hog.
“You like that, don’t you?” the hog teased.
Another moan escaped Steven’s lips.
“Well we had plans to just keep you prisoner but a willing sex pet might make things more exciting,”
Another shudder of excitement ran throughout Steven’s new body.
“You have no doubt the type of relationship that Jasper and I have,” The Hog said as he pulled a hand away from Steven’s chest and moved it down to grab a chunk of ass underneath, while still teasing Steven’s buried cock.
“I’ll let you guess what that pig called me in moments like this” The hog cooed as he fondled Steve’s fat ass and increased the rhythm with his other hand. “I’ll give you a hint, it starts with a ‘D’~”
“D-daddy” Steven moaned in reluctant pleasure
“Damn right pig boy, now cum for me.” the hog ordered as he brought his head down and locked lips with Steven’s unattended nipple and began sucking it.
That put Steven over the edge.
As the hog dragged his tongue over his nipple, Steven’s whole body spasmed, and with one last defeated moan, Steven’s dick finally erupted all over the hog’s hand and the insides of his own thighs. Lights splashed across Steven’s eyes as he felt his cock spurt out wave after wave of cum. It was the most intense orgasm that Steven ever experienced.
The hog kept stroking and groping through it all, making sure that every last drop was rubbed out of Steven’s new pig body, which resulted in Steven’s senses being completely fried.
Once the hog was satisfied he rolled off of the pig’s pinned body. Steven was too winded to think about anything so he just stared at the unfocused basement ceiling, panting, and waiting to fully come down from the high so he could process what all just happened.
A few minutes later, a distant part of Steven’s mind mentally processed the sound of a door swinging open and an eerily familiar set of steps coming down the basement’s wooden stairs. Steven lobbed his head over towards the stairs to see a lion’s body, his lion body, in PJs awkwardly easing its way down the stairs one careful step at a time.
“Hey Boss, it worked! It worked!” He repeated, in Steven’s voice, as he took one final unsteady step to the basement floor level. “You won’t believe it, that his place is loaded, you gotta check out the garage!”
The lion’s body turned around and the eyes widened at the slight of the two panting pigs laying next to each other.
“Oh Justin, I was just bringing our special guest up to speed on our plan…but because of some recently revealed details,” as Dan moved to reveal the trickle of cum flowing down Steven’s thick thighs, “we are going to be changing some details of his… imprisonment.”
It took a moment for the message to go through but then Steven saw the lion’s face twisted and turned into a mischievous grin as Jasper and Dan both turned to each other and started a deep and knowing laughter.
***
The next few months were a whirlwind of action and upheaval. The Hog, whose name Steven later learned as Dan, took the point lead of the entire operation.
Later that day, with Dan’s persuasive methods, he got Steven to disclose the passwords of all of his financial accounts, and soon everything was transferred out into the hog’s personal account and celebrated by placing a huge take out order under Steven’s credit card. Later that weekend, Dan went ahead and started to move into Steven’s manner and had Steven strip down and give a personalized walking tour of Dan’s and Jasper’s new living arrangements.
Dan imminently kicked Steven out of the Master’s bedroom and declared himself the master of the abode, while promoting Jasper, who remained in Steven’s lion body, as ‘First sub” and Steven’s new pig as the bottom rung bitch who was expected to serve both in any and all orders of Dan and Jasper.
Jasper, trying his best to imitate Steven’s voice, used the phone call out sick the following week and Dan ordered Steven to coach the new Lion CEO on everything that needed to be done to pass off as competent during the workweek while Steven handed all the emails. It was there where Steven learned about where he heard Jasper’s name before, right when the head of maintenance called Jasper’s phone, demanding to know why the company janitor was absent. After a good word from the CEO, the head of maintenance gave his janitor a second chance and even granted a week of absence for a ‘personal emergency’.
Once the week-long crash course was over, both Jasper and Steven returned to work, with Daddy Dan’s permission and blessing, as they pretended to be the CEO and Janitor the following Monday.
Once Steven got situated with his new role, he received urgent orders from ‘up on high’ to be reassigned to be the sole janitor of the CEO suite, where he was subjected to the constant groping and teasing of Jasper in between company meetings.
Dan on the other hand, with his new wealth, decided to live out his best life as a 24/7 dom in Steven’s house. Dan took control of the finances and immediately canceled all of Steven’s cleaning and maintenance services so that he could spend his days drinking Steven’s whiskey and smoking his imported cigars. The first thing he did was to buy an entirely new leather and rubber wardrobe for himself. Once he was satisfied with that, he focused on reorganizing the mansion and got to work refurbishing the basement into a proper luxury sex dungeon.
With the two pigs having complete control of Steven’s life and money, Steven could only say by and watch as thousands and thousands of BDSM gear and equipment started arriving at his
front door.
With no more cooking staff, Dan and Jasper ordered Steven to cook their meals but after a few disastrous dishes, they decided to just go for takeout every night instead. With no maid service, the mansion quickly became a true pigsty.
The food they chose was not kind to Steven’s old body, as with each passing week the lion’s face got a bit rounder and the stomach became a bit more distended.
After a few months of the routine, Dan finally said, “You know, after all this hard work I think we need to go on a vacation to your summer home Pig boy,… pack our things”
***
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Steven took a long satisfying pull of whiskey as the lion settled down in the comfy chair, finally home in his manor after a long week of office meetings that he had to attend and force himself to participate in. Steven even had to be at the dullest one that was scheduled for 3 pm that Friday, all because that’s what CEOs are supposed to do.
Steven savored the taste of whisky he squirreled it around his maw, allowing himself the pleasure of enjoying the evening of rest by himself before he had to begin to think about the social events, fitness exercises, and grooming appointments that he would need to endure over his short weekend. With the thought that despite all his wealth he still never had all the free time he wanted, he took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and forced himself to relax.
When Steven lazily blinked open his eyes he noticed that it was much darker than a moment ago. He was about to curse himself for sleeping away the small bit of downtime he had, when he opened his eyes, even more, to see that he was in a completely new location. He was no longer in his manor, laying back in his easy chair.
Steven was sitting on a cold, hard cement floor that was pressed against his ass and thighs. Something about that sensation registered as wrong to him, but in the confusion of the moment, he hardly noticed. Steven groggily lifted his head and swept it left to right to ordinate himself. The place was dark, barely illuminated by a single hanging bulb overhead and it smelled of stale wood and mold.
Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness and fully comprehended what they were looking at, they shot wide open as Steven realized that he was now in a basement that he had never been in before.
[Steven finally looked down at where he was sitting and his heart practically jumped up into his throat.
His initial thought of where he was sitting was correct, he was on a bare cement floor in the middle of a white circle that looked like it was drawn with chalk. As he sat on the unburnished floor, he saw that his tone and fit body were engulfed in a soft pink bodysuit.
But as he fought gravity to lift an arm and moved it over to his chest, and feeling the sensation of it he realized that there was no bodysuit.
Somehow his body was one of pale pink lard that had plump moobs that fell over a flabby gut that expanded into his lap.
-the folds that it made
-and the think pudgy arms and legs
-a 100lb extra pound or so
Confused and afraid, Steven looked down at his body and to his astonishment and horror, he saw a mountain/hill of soft flab surrounding/clinging to his body. After a bit of inspection and lifting his pink and plump covered hand with a fat porky finger at the end of it.
Astonished by the finger/actual steven let loose a yell of surprise which wrung deeper and gruffer than he knew to be right]
A voice from Steven’s right cleared his throat and said, “From the look on your face, it looks like this little ritual worked…I’ll be damned.”
Whipping his head over, Steven focused on a figure that was standing so still in one of the darkened corners that did not even register him when Steven first looked around. He was tall, broad-shouldered, toned with a sizable muscle gut and completely naked except for leather chaps and a black chest harness. This hog was clean-shaven and had a disbelieving expression on his face. He closed the old hardcover book that was resting open in his hand with a loud clap.
“How’s it going Mr. CEO man? Feeling a little startled and surprised no doubt… well don’t worry,” The pig said as he crossed over the chalk line making his way towards Steven, “This hog’s gonna take real good care of you as my little friend makes good on his end.”
At that, Steven tried to get up and scoot away but his new thick legs and all the additional blubber bogged him down and interrupted his escape and it resulted in Steven barely getting two inches off the cement floor before his legs slid out from under him, resulting in Steven falling onto his back with a loud yet soft ‘thud’ and a jiggle.
“Oh ho ho! not used to all that new heft on you, huh?” the leather dom said as he stood over Steven’s body, now rubbing his hands together. “Let’s see what that body remembers of me,” as he knelt and brought his hands down on Steven’s new love hands and gave them a squeeze.
From where Steven lay he felt each one of the hogs’ fingers make contact with Steven’s new love handles, press down, and sink into the flab. Then the pig shook the fatty sides, and Steven felt the motion ripple out all over the rest of his body. As that happened, something began to stir within the depths of Steven’s new body as he noticed that his breath began to quicken. From there the hog released his grasp a bit to allow himself to collapse on top of Steven, using his own weight to pin him down.
“Let’s see if that pig body of yours still has all of its old weak spots,” as his hand began to inch and crawl fingers up the sides of the prone body.
The meaty finger of the Hog inched upwards, moving from the love hands to the gut to allow some quick caressing of the flabby stomach as it moved up towards Steven’s new torso and stopped right at his chest. Lifting his right hand, the Hog slowly lowered his index on Steven’s puffy nipple and began fiddling with it. The sensation shot through Steven’s soft body and electrified his brain.
Steven was not a newbie to playing with his own body when he had his sleek lion body and while he explored every inch of his old body, his nipples never caused his body to react like this before. It was an automatic and intense surge of pleasure that kept delivering, wave after wave with every rub of the nipple.
His heart jumped to double speed and a wave of pleasure came rippling out to the rest of his body. To Steven’s surprise, he heard his mouth let out a weak and surprised moan as he unintentionally rubbed his legs together under the advancing hog as his dick down there began to twitch awake.
Immediately picking up the reactions the nameless hog let out a deep chuckle as he mewed, “Look at that! Even after the swap, that body can still turn to putty in my hand.”
Confused at the comment Steven raised his head and began a bewildered, “wha-,” before the hog interrupted him by bringing his thumb down and started rubbing Steven’s nipple between finger and thumb. The additional intensity of the sensation blindsided Steven with another dimension of pleasure and cased Steven to whip his head back and let out a loud gasp of excitement
The hog paused to bask in Steven’s response as he leaned in and whispered, “Listen here, I spent plenty of time using and exploring that new body of yours, Mr. CEO. I can get it riled up in no time at all.”
And before Steven could look back up, he felt the hog’s other hand grab Steven’s other chest with his fingers zeroing in on the other nipple and started fiddling with that one in turn. The sensation redoubled as another torrent of pleasure crashed against Steven’s mind; any previous thought was quickly swept away. His new body was so submerged in pleasure that he could only let out gasps as his legs began to redouble their efforts, doing anything they can to rub against each other as the dick buried under the flabby gut and thighs grew more and more erect.
Riding the motion on top, the hog chuckled as he continued to press down against the squirming Steven.
A moment later, the hog lifted his right hand off of Steven’s nipple and spider-walked it down Steven’s new bloated torso, pressing down into the soft flab with every finger step.
“Oh yeah, this body still remembers what I can make it do. Let’s see if I can still make it purr”
Once the hog was at the thigh, he flatted his hand to give Steven’s undercut one more jiggle before it wormed in between the legs and finally found what he was looking for.
Even mentally preparing for it, the moment one of the hog’s fingers grazed the tip of Steven’s suffocated cock continued to betray Steven as it spasmed with excitement. The Hog kept going, worming his hand down a few more inches until he grasped Steven’s cock with his hand and began stroking.
It was nothing that Steven ever felt before, the constant movement and the sensation of his own soft thighs parting as Dan’s hand moved through, only to encase his cock again when Dan’s hand was pulled away. Caught up in the new experiences Steven broke down as his lips parted to let out a defeated moan.
“There we are! There’s that moan that I know so well,” the hog teased as he slowed down the pace of his strokes to make sure that Steven was giving his full attention and he continued. “Does the new piggy want to know what we have planned for you?” The hog continued as he redoubled he fiddled with the nipple in his free hand, forcing Steven to moan in response.
“As I tease you now, Jasper, the original owner of this body,” as the hog gave Steven’s gut a loud slap, “that little piggy is going to be occupying your life now. Under my say, he’s going to be siphoning all your cash to our, well my, bank account. I’m going to use Jasper to live out your life as the successful businessman while I reap the riches.”
Through the monologue, some part of Steven’s mind picked up that Jasper was a name that sounded familiar, but under the current circumstances, he could not think where he knew the name from.
The hog continued with a much more malicious tone now, “And in the meantime, you’re going to be in this flabby body now, right by my side and under my constant supervision for when we need banking information and to keep up the facade. You’ll be our live-in pet serving both of us from now on. Kiss that old life of yours goodbye,” the hog ended with a wicked chuckle.
Something about what the hog said resonated with Steven even with the fear of the situation, it caused Steven’s breath to quicken even more as something stirred inside of him.
“Oh you like that,” Dan said as he noticed the response from Steven before physically leaning to continue, “It means no luxury office job, no more meetings, no more appointments…. No more Mr. CEO. You’ll be nothing more than a pathetic pig that’s kept on a very, very tight leash.”
That caused something deep inside of Steven to stir even louder as he tried to stifle a moan from his throat.
“Oh!” Dan mused “does the CEO steven like that idea? Giving up all your life, your hard-earned work?”
A thought of pure guilty pleasure ran through Steven’s mind that was so dark that he could hardly admit to himself that he enjoyed it.
“…oh but don’t worry, I’ll find some stuff for you to do in the mean team, like showing us around your property, and being my dedicated sex slave.”
That caused the guilty pleasure to start again as Steven’s cock began to twitch even harder within the hog’s hand.
“Jasper was always putty in my hands, as you can probably figure out, but I didn’t think I would get the same reaction from you…color me impressed.“ the hog said as squeezed and jiggled Steven’s chest with one hand and renewed the cock stroking with the other.
Steven was now submerged in ecstasy and let out another, much louder, moan in response.
“There it is!” Dan exclaimed with wicked glee, “Turn out the big powerful CEO’s got a good and proper subby streak in him!” as he slapped Steven’s gut again. “He’s going to have front row seats as we take everything from your life away! All your bank investments, your credit cards, your job, your fancy cars… all of it gone, every last penny will be signed over to me, to be used at my discretion.”
Having it all laid out like that struck a hidden power cord within Steven that he did not know he had as his body went into overtime with pleasure and the thought of this potential as he squirmed under the hog.
“You like that, don’t you?” the hog teased.
Another moan escaped Steven’s lips.
“Well we had plans to just keep you prisoner but a willing sex pet might make things more exciting,”
Another shudder of excitement ran throughout Steven’s new body.
“You have no doubt the type of relationship that Jasper and I have,” The Hog said as he pulled a hand away from Steven’s chest and moved it down to grab a chunk of ass underneath, while still teasing Steven’s buried cock.
“I’ll let you guess what that pig called me in moments like this” The hog cooed as he fondled Steve’s fat ass and increased the rhythm with his other hand. “I’ll give you a hint, it starts with a ‘D’~”
“D-daddy” Steven moaned in reluctant pleasure
“Damn right pig boy, now cum for me.” the hog ordered as he brought his head down and locked lips with Steven’s unattended nipple and began sucking it.
That put Steven over the edge.
As the hog dragged his tongue over his nipple, Steven’s whole body spasmed, and with one last defeated moan, Steven’s dick finally erupted all over the hog’s hand and the insides of his own thighs. Lights splashed across Steven’s eyes as he felt his cock spurt out wave after wave of cum. It was the most intense orgasm that Steven ever experienced.
The hog kept stroking and groping through it all, making sure that every last drop was rubbed out of Steven’s new pig body, which resulted in Steven’s senses being completely fried.
Once the hog was satisfied he rolled off of the pig’s pinned body. Steven was too winded to think about anything so he just stared at the unfocused basement ceiling, panting, and waiting to fully come down from the high so he could process what all just happened.
A few minutes later, a distant part of Steven’s mind mentally processed the sound of a door swinging open and an eerily familiar set of steps coming down the basement’s wooden stairs. Steven lobbed his head over towards the stairs to see a lion’s body, his lion body, in PJs awkwardly easing its way down the stairs one careful step at a time.
“Hey Boss, it worked! It worked!” He repeated, in Steven’s voice, as he took one final unsteady step to the basement floor level. “You won’t believe it, that his place is loaded, you gotta check out the garage!”
The lion’s body turned around and the eyes widened at the slight of the two panting pigs laying next to each other.
“Oh Justin, I was just bringing our special guest up to speed on our plan…but because of some recently revealed details,” as Dan moved to reveal the trickle of cum flowing down Steven’s thick thighs, “we are going to be changing some details of his… imprisonment.”
It took a moment for the message to go through but then Steven saw the lion’s face twisted and turned into a mischievous grin as Jasper and Dan both turned to each other and started a deep and knowing laughter.
***
The next few months were a whirlwind of action and upheaval. The Hog, whose name Steven later learned as Dan, took the point lead of the entire operation.
Later that day, with Dan’s persuasive methods, he got Steven to disclose the passwords of all of his financial accounts, and soon everything was transferred out into the hog’s personal account and celebrated by placing a huge take out order under Steven’s credit card. Later that weekend, Dan went ahead and started to move into Steven’s manner and had Steven strip down and give a personalized walking tour of Dan’s and Jasper’s new living arrangements.
Dan imminently kicked Steven out of the Master’s bedroom and declared himself the master of the abode, while promoting Jasper, who remained in Steven’s lion body, as ‘First sub” and Steven’s new pig as the bottom rung bitch who was expected to serve both in any and all orders of Dan and Jasper.
Jasper, trying his best to imitate Steven’s voice, used the phone call out sick the following week and Dan ordered Steven to coach the new Lion CEO on everything that needed to be done to pass off as competent during the workweek while Steven handed all the emails. It was there where Steven learned about where he heard Jasper’s name before, right when the head of maintenance called Jasper’s phone, demanding to know why the company janitor was absent. After a good word from the CEO, the head of maintenance gave his janitor a second chance and even granted a week of absence for a ‘personal emergency’.
Once the week-long crash course was over, both Jasper and Steven returned to work, with Daddy Dan’s permission and blessing, as they pretended to be the CEO and Janitor the following Monday.
Once Steven got situated with his new role, he received urgent orders from ‘up on high’ to be reassigned to be the sole janitor of the CEO suite, where he was subjected to the constant groping and teasing of Jasper in between company meetings.
Dan on the other hand, with his new wealth, decided to live out his best life as a 24/7 dom in Steven’s house. Dan took control of the finances and immediately canceled all of Steven’s cleaning and maintenance services so that he could spend his days drinking Steven’s whiskey and smoking his imported cigars. The first thing he did was to buy an entirely new leather and rubber wardrobe for himself. Once he was satisfied with that, he focused on reorganizing the mansion and got to work refurbishing the basement into a proper luxury sex dungeon.
With the two pigs having complete control of Steven’s life and money, Steven could only say by and watch as thousands and thousands of BDSM gear and equipment started arriving at his
front door.
With no more cooking staff, Dan and Jasper ordered Steven to cook their meals but after a few disastrous dishes, they decided to just go for takeout every night instead. With no maid service, the mansion quickly became a true pigsty.
The food they chose was not kind to Steven’s old body, as with each passing week the lion’s face got a bit rounder and the stomach became a bit more distended.
After a few months of the routine, Dan finally said, “You know, after all this hard work I think we need to go on a vacation to your summer home Pig boy,… pack our things”
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“This is stupid,” Billy said as he followed Justin across the college ground, “It’s cold, windy, and dark outside. I can’t see anything.”
“Hush!” Zach, the college’s star track athlete and Billy’s roommate, said over his shoulder, “The campus security could hear you. Besides, just humor Justin alright, he swears that this is the perfect night for what he has in store.”
“I still think it’s all hogwash” Billy stage whispered back, “Justin stumbles upon a few websites from the eighties, reads a bunch of articles and forums posts by a few ‘certified occultists’, and now claims that he can summon sprites that will grant us riches? It sounds stupid.”
“Please,” Zach snapped back, “like you got anything better to do tonight besides your anime games. Look at it this way, we’re done with finals and vacation starts tomorrow, you can afford to not only stay up late but sleep in tomorrow.”
With that reply Billy stayed quiet as the two of them continued to trek in silence across the college campus, only using the full moon as their light source. Soon enough Zach and Billy reached their college’s art department building and passed through a side door that was propped open by a small wooden block. The two then snuck down the darkened hallway until they turned the corner and saw the one room that was casting shimmering lights out into the hallway.
Billy followed two steps behind Zach as they entered the art department’s modeling room, where they saw Justin standing in the middle of two concentric circles made of salt and lined with burning candles. He was dressed in a robe and constantly consulting between his computer tablet and paper printouts of the websites he visited, going back and forth adjusting each of the salt drawn symbols and the glyphs in the circles.
As Billy closed the door Justin finally looked up, “ah good, both of you guys could make it. Hurry! We’re burning moonlight!” as he fixed the last details in the intricate circles and carefully stepped out, making sure not to disturb the salt.
Justin then approached both Zack and Billy and said, “Thank you two for joining me tonight. I double checked my sources, the summoning circle and the binding circle are exactly the same on the websites. If this is successful we’ll be able to summon and entrap an actual demon. Once that happens we can demand whatever we want from it; power, riches, fame and conquest, anything that we can think of!”
Justin then handed each a sheet of paper, “Here are the lines of the spell that needs to be said by you two. It’s translated phonetically so you guys can pronounce it easily.”
The earnestness and enthusiasm in Justin’s eyes and voice were so sincere and genuine that Billy could not help but get caught up within the moment. ‘Maybe this could work,’ Billy thought to himself as Justin instructed them on what spot of the circle to stand at and when to say what part of the spell when.
Once all three were in position, Justin took out a heavy golden object from a wooden box next to his spot, raised it over his head, and began the ritual. In a deep, low voice he began his chanting in a language that Billy could not begin to identify and occasionally pointed to both Billy and Zach for their lines, before repeating the incantation from the top. It might have been the heightened imagination but as it started, Billy thought the wind outside started to pick up.
Each time Justin pointed at him and Zach for their lines, the words started to flow out of their lips easier and easier each time. Billy didn’t know what it meant but by the fifth time, he spoke his lines as fluently as English. The ceremony kept going, with everyone saying their lines louder and more confident with each repetition until Justin reached a crescendo with his chanting and let out a loud, “Eroztic, I summon you here, now!”
At that moment a window burst open as a gust of wind circled the room, blowing out all the candles and leaving all three in total darkness. Billy audibly gasped while standing stock still and Zach swore in surprise and asked, “Did it work? What happened?”
From the center of the room, a voice answered, “I happened.”
From the darkness, a purple light sprung to life in the middle of the circles and slowly floated up a few inches before it faded as it went to ignite something. There was an audible few puffs followed by an exhale that sent out a plume of illuminated smoke to billow in all directions. The wave of smoke forced Billy to pivot his torso and cover his eyes with his forearm.
When he looked back he saw that the room was illuminated with the same purple light, now coming from each of the candle’s flames in the circles, and in the middle stood a figure. The figure was humanoid shaped and looked like a sickly and painfully thin man in a woefully ill-fitted business suit with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
As Billy’s eyes adjusted to the light, his brain started to pick up more details that were out of place that he first attributed to the trick of the sudden change of the light. First was that it wasn’t the violet light that caused this skill to look purple, it was his actual skin color and secondly two small black horns that protruded from his forehead.
Everyone stood stock still, in stunned silence.
Justin was the first to break the silence out of all of them, “Holy shit! It actually worked! I summoned an actual demon!”
The demon didn’t even acknowledge the comment, the figure was too busy inspecting himself, shaking his head with disappointment. He brought a hand to his cigarette and let out a spiteful, “Amateurs,” under his breath as he walked around the inner circle of salt.
“What a shoddy single job… you got terrible handwriting. It’s a blasted damnation that I was able to cross the threshold with any form at all!” The demon continued to mutter as he inspected the glyphs. “What a foolish move, trying my luck with that internet thing, the pictures were way too small.”
Justin was too caught up in the moment to listen to anyone besides himself. He went on babbling about how he was actually right and how he was finally going to show all of his friends that it was all real and how his life was going to change. Justin caught himself mid-rambling and finally addressing the demon. “Erotic. I have summoned you and I have bound you with my power and with that-”
The demon, still with his back to Justin, cut him off with a blunt, “Yes. Yes. No.”
Flustered by the response, Justine repeated the statement again, with more fervor in his voice, “Eroztic! I Have summoned you and I have bound you with my-!”
At that, the demon whipped his head around, a full 180 degrees, and locked eyes on Justin as he held up three fingers and started listening off, “Yes, I am Erotic. Yes, you did summon me, poorly I might add. And No. You did not bind me.”
He turned the rest of his body to Justin and then cast his eyes downwards to the greater circle, “It looks like, even with your shoddy work, it could have potentially held a succubus in place but yeah…” as he trailed off.
Justin just looked dumbfounded by the response and weakly asked, “you’re not a succubus?”
Erotic flashed a look of disgust back up at Justin and he gestured to his entire body while shouting, “Incubus,” with a pointed emphasis on the first syllable.
Justin, stumbling over his words now, said, “You were supposed to be trapped in the circle and beg for your freedom by promising us riches, fortune, power…”
“Well I’m not, so I won’t” the incubus snapped back as he crossed in arms in mock defiance.
“Then… if the circle doesn’t bind you..” Justin replied with a dawning realization, “… what’s holding you back?”
“Nothing at all” Eroztic answered with a grin as his eyes flashed with the same purple light of the candles as he brought his right hand up and snapped his fingers.
The sound was like a whip, cracking through the air as it was accompanied by all the windows and doors slamming shut and latching their locks while the incubus laughed.
Panic cries came from all of the three students. As Billy tried to turn and run, he discovered that his feet remained firmly fixated to their spot at the circle.
The wicked laugh continued as Eroztic’s entire demeanor changed as he clapped and rubbed his hands together and said “Well now that we are all on the same page, let’s take a look at what we are all working with.” Erotic snapped his finger and an instant later all of Billy’s, Justin’s, and Zach’s clothes disappeared, leaving them completely naked.
Each one let out a startled yelp at the experience. Eroztic took a moment to savor the reaction before he stepped out of the summoning and binding circles putting an extra bit of show to scuff the salt lines as he went.
The demon then circled each other, eyes looking up and down the bodies, letting out quiet murmurs himself as he did so. “Well first things first, I have to fix this shoddy summoned form, so I’m going to have to borrow some mass. Between the three of you, it’s obvious who the breadwinner is…” the demon said as he turned towards Zach. “You’re not only the beefiest one here but …” as his eyes wandered down the jocks body, towards his groin, “you got the most out of the rest where it counts in both departments’’
Zach, utterly confused about what was happening, let out a few whimpering pleas as Eroztic raised his hand and snapped his fingers. There was the same loud snap as before that caused Billy to flinch from the noise.
Looking back Billy saw both Justin and Zach recovering from the same flinch as well. Zach’s face was one of confusion and then sudden panic as he brought his hands to cover his chest and arms. It took an additional second for Billy and Justin to see what was happening and another to understand the full extent. Billy and Justin watched on as Zach’s body began to change. His muscles began to deflate, his height began to shrink, and his broad shoulder was compressed.
At the same time in front of the terrorized and dwindling jock, stood Eroztic who was rubbing his own body, as if he was massaging himself in the shower. It was not obvious at first but then Billy saw the limbs of the demon begin to fill out within his ill fitted suit and then muscles soon pushed firmly against the fabric, accompanied by the sound of stretched stitches.
The transformations took place over a few seconds and when finished Zach was completely drained. All of Zach’s hard earned muscle mass and physics got zapped out of him and it was transferred into Eroztic, who was too busy admiring himself.
“Ahhhh that’s more like it,” Eroztic said as he was flexing and pinching his new body, “and Hey! The jock doesn’t look too bad as a twink…but that cock you got there,” he said, eyeing the last bit of manhood that Zach had left, “It’s gonna be no use for you now”. Zach lifted up his hand and tried to protest but the demon already snapped his fingers.
Zach thrust his hips backward, bringing his hands down as if he was hit in the groin. When he removed his hands, Billy gasped as the once fabled college lady pleaser was reduced in length and girth to the size of a baby carrot with his balls shrunk to the size of two peas.
“There we are,” proclaimed the demon as he reached down to feel the bulge that was now pressed against his pants.
“Oh I can tell this thing was responsible for plenty of orgasms, wasn’t it? It’s a damn fine model,” as he gave it a bounce in his hands.
While Billy remained stunned, Justine somewhat regained his senses and started babbling. “No..no no no no. This is wrong. I summoned you… that means I get to control you!” and then in a desperate attempt, Justin raised his open hand towards Eroztic and began reciting a different cryptic verse
Eroztic nonchalantly examined his nails, allowing the incantation to continue as Justin’s voice increased in panic before letting out with a loud exhausted sigh. Speaking over the frantic Justin Eroztic said, “Oh you’re definitely a talker huh? Such a shame your mouth’s not contributing much to this moment … but I have a solution for that.”
Once again the demon raised his fingers and snapped them towards Justin. Within that instant, Justin’s voice cut out as his face became frozen mid syllable.
Justin’s eyes bulged with terror as his hands reached up to touch his face. A moment passed before Justin’s legs gave out and he fell onto this stomach with a soft thump and his arms went sprawling to the side.
Billy then saw Justin’s fingers and feet begin folding into themselves at every joint as the folding moved up his limbs towards his torso. There was no sound of bones breaking or sounds of discomfort, not that Justin could vocalize, just the sight of his arms and legs being folding into impossible space.
The folding continued at his torso where it moved on to compress and squish Justin’s torso while bending the top half of his head back into his neck. In horrified astonishment, Billy realized that it looked as if some invisible force was folding and rolling the body up as if it was a deflated pool toy.
The process took the same amount of time as Zach’s transformation and by the end of it, Justin was nothing more than a fleshlight, encased in the fabric of his shirt, with his mouth at the front, still frozen in that same open position.
“Ahhh much better” Eroztic said more to himself than to either one of his captives. A finger snapped later and the fleshlight appeared in his left hand. After taking a moment to examine the transformed Justine he added “I still got it! Now, let’s test this bad boy out!”
Another snap of his fingers, the pant fabric around Eroztic’s groin disappeared, as an erect purple cock extended out. Both Billy and Zach’s eyes gravitated down towards the cock. It was massive, extending well past ten inches and practically thicker than Billy’s wrist, with a set of balls that swung with weight.
Eroztic looked back and forth between the shocked expressions, “I siphoned some of Justin’s mass during the transformation. While the jock’s tool was impressive, I’m always greedy for more….” As he gave his impressive cock a twitch. “Just don’t tell him though,” as he brought his right index finger to his lips making a shush sound before laughing. “It’s not like it actually matters,” Eroztic said in a normal tone, “he can’t hear any of us right now.”
The demon then lowered the fleshlight that was once Justin down and positioned it in front of the dark purple head of the cock he added, “I did make sure that he would feel all of this.” As Eroztic slowly pushed the mouth of the fleshlight onto his cock at a slow and steady pace.
Billy could not believe his eyes, even though Eroztic cock was thicker than the mouth and was longer than the length of the body of the fleshlight, it took all of the demon’s shaft. Inch by inch, without tearing, or impeding Eroztic’s efforts, all of it went into that impossible space.
“Dammned, it’s been so long since I could do something like this…fuck yeah!” Erotic said, letting out a deep and satisfying moan as he reached the base. Still stuck in the spot he was standing, Billy could only watch as the demon closed his eyes and he worked the fleshlight up and down his cock.
With eyes still closed, Eroztic stated “Hey nerd.”
Billy’s stomach began to plummet past his feet and into the floor as he felt the demon’s full attention bear down on him.
“You got one chance here to answer correctly, do you….”
Billy tried to force his dry mouth to swallow.
“…know what a ‘website’ is?”
Caught off guard by the question, Billy let out a hesitant, “yes?”
“Good!” Eroztic said, eyes still closed, he snapped his fingers at Billy.
A tsunami of pleasure came crashing over Bully’s body. Billy’s vision was flooded with unexplainable colors that merged into a blinding brilliance. He gasped for breath as every nerve of his body was supercharged with ecstasy as his cock went from terrified and flaccid to fully erect and orgasming within the passing seconds.
Billy staggered to catch himself from falling over. As he blinked to regain his sight he realized that his underpants were soaked with more cum than he ever could have ever produced in one load.
Eroztic waited until Billy composed himself before continuing with a mundane tone while continuing to stroke himself with the thing that used to be Justine, “Question 2, Can you make a ‘website’ with higher quality photos than what this dunce used?”
Confused by the odd question and still recovering from the mind melting orgasm Billy let out another timid, “Y-yes?”
“Good!”
Another snapped and Billy was thrown back into that torrent of full body orgasmic bliss that was somehow even stronger than the first one. But once he came to Billy realized that he was on the floor despite ever remembering falling.
As he got up he noticed that his pant legs were soaked and his nose was filled with the unmistakable scent of his own cum.
Again Eroztic waited until Billy recovered before he continued, “Here’s the plan, you make yourself a spiffy new ‘website’ with all new pictures of my buddies summoning circles and the incorrect binding circles for each one and spread them onto the worldwide web from other foolish humans to use. Do that for me and I keep your mind pumping with sweet climaxes day after day.”
Erotic let that sentence hang in the air before he asked, “Do we have a deal?”
With his mind still foggy, Billy’s libido was the first to answer with a desperate and gasping, “Yes.”
“Then it’s official”, the demon said as he snapped his fingers again.
Billy braced himself for another wave of pleasure but was disappointed to see that Eroztic just teleported Zach to his side and magic’d a pink collar onto the jock’s neck, with a leash that ended right into the demon’s right hand. Eroztic stopped stoking the fleshlight, allowing it to cling balls deep from his groin. With a harsh yank, Eroztic pulled Zach along and he walked towards and past Billy.
“Oh, did the little human think he was going to get another orgasm? Oh no, not until you get cracking with that website-thing.” he said over his shoulder as proceeded to walk towards the door.
Realizing what needed to be done, Billy stood up, a bit hunched over than before, and lurched his exhausted body forwards.
Halfway out of the room, Billy realized that his gait was a bit off than what he remembered. Before that budding thought could take form, Billy squashed it deep below his conscience and continued forwards, following his new Master, ready and willing to do whatever he commands.
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“This is stupid,” Billy said as he followed Justin across the college ground, “It’s cold, windy, and dark outside. I can’t see anything.”
“Hush!” Zach, the college’s star track athlete and Billy’s roommate, said over his shoulder, “The campus security could hear you. Besides, just humor Justin alright, he swears that this is the perfect night for what he has in store.”
“I still think it’s all hogwash” Billy stage whispered back, “Justin stumbles upon a few websites from the eighties, reads a bunch of articles and forums posts by a few ‘certified occultists’, and now claims that he can summon sprites that will grant us riches? It sounds stupid.”
“Please,” Zach snapped back, “like you got anything better to do tonight besides your anime games. Look at it this way, we’re done with finals and vacation starts tomorrow, you can afford to not only stay up late but sleep in tomorrow.”
With that reply Billy stayed quiet as the two of them continued to trek in silence across the college campus, only using the full moon as their light source. Soon enough Zach and Billy reached their college’s art department building and passed through a side door that was propped open by a small wooden block. The two then snuck down the darkened hallway until they turned the corner and saw the one room that was casting shimmering lights out into the hallway.
Billy followed two steps behind Zach as they entered the art department’s modeling room, where they saw Justin standing in the middle of two concentric circles made of salt and lined with burning candles. He was dressed in a robe and constantly consulting between his computer tablet and paper printouts of the websites he visited, going back and forth adjusting each of the salt drawn symbols and the glyphs in the circles.
As Billy closed the door Justin finally looked up, “ah good, both of you guys could make it. Hurry! We’re burning moonlight!” as he fixed the last details in the intricate circles and carefully stepped out, making sure not to disturb the salt.
Justin then approached both Zack and Billy and said, “Thank you two for joining me tonight. I double checked my sources, the summoning circle and the binding circle are exactly the same on the websites. If this is successful we’ll be able to summon and entrap an actual demon. Once that happens we can demand whatever we want from it; power, riches, fame and conquest, anything that we can think of!”
Justin then handed each a sheet of paper, “Here are the lines of the spell that needs to be said by you two. It’s translated phonetically so you guys can pronounce it easily.”
The earnestness and enthusiasm in Justin’s eyes and voice were so sincere and genuine that Billy could not help but get caught up within the moment. ‘Maybe this could work,’ Billy thought to himself as Justin instructed them on what spot of the circle to stand at and when to say what part of the spell when.
Once all three were in position, Justin took out a heavy golden object from a wooden box next to his spot, raised it over his head, and began the ritual. In a deep, low voice he began his chanting in a language that Billy could not begin to identify and occasionally pointed to both Billy and Zach for their lines, before repeating the incantation from the top. It might have been the heightened imagination but as it started, Billy thought the wind outside started to pick up.
Each time Justin pointed at him and Zach for their lines, the words started to flow out of their lips easier and easier each time. Billy didn’t know what it meant but by the fifth time, he spoke his lines as fluently as English. The ceremony kept going, with everyone saying their lines louder and more confident with each repetition until Justin reached a crescendo with his chanting and let out a loud, “Eroztic, I summon you here, now!”
At that moment a window burst open as a gust of wind circled the room, blowing out all the candles and leaving all three in total darkness. Billy audibly gasped while standing stock still and Zach swore in surprise and asked, “Did it work? What happened?”
From the center of the room, a voice answered, “I happened.”
From the darkness, a purple light sprung to life in the middle of the circles and slowly floated up a few inches before it faded as it went to ignite something. There was an audible few puffs followed by an exhale that sent out a plume of illuminated smoke to billow in all directions. The wave of smoke forced Billy to pivot his torso and cover his eyes with his forearm.
When he looked back he saw that the room was illuminated with the same purple light, now coming from each of the candle’s flames in the circles, and in the middle stood a figure. The figure was humanoid shaped and looked like a sickly and painfully thin man in a woefully ill-fitted business suit with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
As Billy’s eyes adjusted to the light, his brain started to pick up more details that were out of place that he first attributed to the trick of the sudden change of the light. First was that it wasn’t the violet light that caused this skill to look purple, it was his actual skin color and secondly two small black horns that protruded from his forehead.
Everyone stood stock still, in stunned silence.
Justin was the first to break the silence out of all of them, “Holy shit! It actually worked! I summoned an actual demon!”
The demon didn’t even acknowledge the comment, the figure was too busy inspecting himself, shaking his head with disappointment. He brought a hand to his cigarette and let out a spiteful, “Amateurs,” under his breath as he walked around the inner circle of salt.
“What a shoddy single job… you got terrible handwriting. It’s a blasted damnation that I was able to cross the threshold with any form at all!” The demon continued to mutter as he inspected the glyphs. “What a foolish move, trying my luck with that internet thing, the pictures were way too small.”
Justin was too caught up in the moment to listen to anyone besides himself. He went on babbling about how he was actually right and how he was finally going to show all of his friends that it was all real and how his life was going to change. Justin caught himself mid-rambling and finally addressing the demon. “Erotic. I have summoned you and I have bound you with my power and with that-”
The demon, still with his back to Justin, cut him off with a blunt, “Yes. Yes. No.”
Flustered by the response, Justine repeated the statement again, with more fervor in his voice, “Eroztic! I Have summoned you and I have bound you with my-!”
At that, the demon whipped his head around, a full 180 degrees, and locked eyes on Justin as he held up three fingers and started listening off, “Yes, I am Erotic. Yes, you did summon me, poorly I might add. And No. You did not bind me.”
He turned the rest of his body to Justin and then cast his eyes downwards to the greater circle, “It looks like, even with your shoddy work, it could have potentially held a succubus in place but yeah…” as he trailed off.
Justin just looked dumbfounded by the response and weakly asked, “you’re not a succubus?”
Erotic flashed a look of disgust back up at Justin and he gestured to his entire body while shouting, “Incubus,” with a pointed emphasis on the first syllable.
Justin, stumbling over his words now, said, “You were supposed to be trapped in the circle and beg for your freedom by promising us riches, fortune, power…”
“Well I’m not, so I won’t” the incubus snapped back as he crossed in arms in mock defiance.
“Then… if the circle doesn’t bind you..” Justin replied with a dawning realization, “… what’s holding you back?”
“Nothing at all” Eroztic answered with a grin as his eyes flashed with the same purple light of the candles as he brought his right hand up and snapped his fingers.
The sound was like a whip, cracking through the air as it was accompanied by all the windows and doors slamming shut and latching their locks while the incubus laughed.
Panic cries came from all of the three students. As Billy tried to turn and run, he discovered that his feet remained firmly fixated to their spot at the circle.
The wicked laugh continued as Eroztic’s entire demeanor changed as he clapped and rubbed his hands together and said “Well now that we are all on the same page, let’s take a look at what we are all working with.” Erotic snapped his finger and an instant later all of Billy’s, Justin’s, and Zach’s clothes disappeared, leaving them completely naked.
Each one let out a startled yelp at the experience. Eroztic took a moment to savor the reaction before he stepped out of the summoning and binding circles putting an extra bit of show to scuff the salt lines as he went.
The demon then circled each other, eyes looking up and down the bodies, letting out quiet murmurs himself as he did so. “Well first things first, I have to fix this shoddy summoned form, so I’m going to have to borrow some mass. Between the three of you, it’s obvious who the breadwinner is…” the demon said as he turned towards Zach. “You’re not only the beefiest one here but …” as his eyes wandered down the jocks body, towards his groin, “you got the most out of the rest where it counts in both departments’’
Zach, utterly confused about what was happening, let out a few whimpering pleas as Eroztic raised his hand and snapped his fingers. There was the same loud snap as before that caused Billy to flinch from the noise.
Looking back Billy saw both Justin and Zach recovering from the same flinch as well. Zach’s face was one of confusion and then sudden panic as he brought his hands to cover his chest and arms. It took an additional second for Billy and Justin to see what was happening and another to understand the full extent. Billy and Justin watched on as Zach’s body began to change. His muscles began to deflate, his height began to shrink, and his broad shoulder was compressed.
At the same time in front of the terrorized and dwindling jock, stood Eroztic who was rubbing his own body, as if he was massaging himself in the shower. It was not obvious at first but then Billy saw the limbs of the demon begin to fill out within his ill fitted suit and then muscles soon pushed firmly against the fabric, accompanied by the sound of stretched stitches.
The transformations took place over a few seconds and when finished Zach was completely drained. All of Zach’s hard earned muscle mass and physics got zapped out of him and it was transferred into Eroztic, who was too busy admiring himself.
“Ahhhh that’s more like it,” Eroztic said as he was flexing and pinching his new body, “and Hey! The jock doesn’t look too bad as a twink…but that cock you got there,” he said, eyeing the last bit of manhood that Zach had left, “It’s gonna be no use for you now”. Zach lifted up his hand and tried to protest but the demon already snapped his fingers.
Zach thrust his hips backward, bringing his hands down as if he was hit in the groin. When he removed his hands, Billy gasped as the once fabled college lady pleaser was reduced in length and girth to the size of a baby carrot with his balls shrunk to the size of two peas.
“There we are,” proclaimed the demon as he reached down to feel the bulge that was now pressed against his pants.
“Oh I can tell this thing was responsible for plenty of orgasms, wasn’t it? It’s a damn fine model,” as he gave it a bounce in his hands.
While Billy remained stunned, Justine somewhat regained his senses and started babbling. “No..no no no no. This is wrong. I summoned you… that means I get to control you!” and then in a desperate attempt, Justin raised his open hand towards Eroztic and began reciting a different cryptic verse
Eroztic nonchalantly examined his nails, allowing the incantation to continue as Justin’s voice increased in panic before letting out with a loud exhausted sigh. Speaking over the frantic Justin Eroztic said, “Oh you’re definitely a talker huh? Such a shame your mouth’s not contributing much to this moment … but I have a solution for that.”
Once again the demon raised his fingers and snapped them towards Justin. Within that instant, Justin’s voice cut out as his face became frozen mid syllable.
Justin’s eyes bulged with terror as his hands reached up to touch his face. A moment passed before Justin’s legs gave out and he fell onto this stomach with a soft thump and his arms went sprawling to the side.
Billy then saw Justin’s fingers and feet begin folding into themselves at every joint as the folding moved up his limbs towards his torso. There was no sound of bones breaking or sounds of discomfort, not that Justin could vocalize, just the sight of his arms and legs being folding into impossible space.
The folding continued at his torso where it moved on to compress and squish Justin’s torso while bending the top half of his head back into his neck. In horrified astonishment, Billy realized that it looked as if some invisible force was folding and rolling the body up as if it was a deflated pool toy.
The process took the same amount of time as Zach’s transformation and by the end of it, Justin was nothing more than a fleshlight, encased in the fabric of his shirt, with his mouth at the front, still frozen in that same open position.
“Ahhh much better” Eroztic said more to himself than to either one of his captives. A finger snapped later and the fleshlight appeared in his left hand. After taking a moment to examine the transformed Justine he added “I still got it! Now, let’s test this bad boy out!”
Another snap of his fingers, the pant fabric around Eroztic’s groin disappeared, as an erect purple cock extended out. Both Billy and Zach’s eyes gravitated down towards the cock. It was massive, extending well past ten inches and practically thicker than Billy’s wrist, with a set of balls that swung with weight.
Eroztic looked back and forth between the shocked expressions, “I siphoned some of Justin’s mass during the transformation. While the jock’s tool was impressive, I’m always greedy for more….” As he gave his impressive cock a twitch. “Just don’t tell him though,” as he brought his right index finger to his lips making a shush sound before laughing. “It’s not like it actually matters,” Eroztic said in a normal tone, “he can’t hear any of us right now.”
The demon then lowered the fleshlight that was once Justin down and positioned it in front of the dark purple head of the cock he added, “I did make sure that he would feel all of this.” As Eroztic slowly pushed the mouth of the fleshlight onto his cock at a slow and steady pace.
Billy could not believe his eyes, even though Eroztic cock was thicker than the mouth and was longer than the length of the body of the fleshlight, it took all of the demon’s shaft. Inch by inch, without tearing, or impeding Eroztic’s efforts, all of it went into that impossible space.
“Dammned, it’s been so long since I could do something like this…fuck yeah!” Erotic said, letting out a deep and satisfying moan as he reached the base. Still stuck in the spot he was standing, Billy could only watch as the demon closed his eyes and he worked the fleshlight up and down his cock.
With eyes still closed, Eroztic stated “Hey nerd.”
Billy’s stomach began to plummet past his feet and into the floor as he felt the demon’s full attention bear down on him.
“You got one chance here to answer correctly, do you….”
Billy tried to force his dry mouth to swallow.
“…know what a ‘website’ is?”
Caught off guard by the question, Billy let out a hesitant, “yes?”
“Good!” Eroztic said, eyes still closed, he snapped his fingers at Billy.
A tsunami of pleasure came crashing over Bully’s body. Billy’s vision was flooded with unexplainable colors that merged into a blinding brilliance. He gasped for breath as every nerve of his body was supercharged with ecstasy as his cock went from terrified and flaccid to fully erect and orgasming within the passing seconds.
Billy staggered to catch himself from falling over. As he blinked to regain his sight he realized that his underpants were soaked with more cum than he ever could have ever produced in one load.
Eroztic waited until Billy composed himself before continuing with a mundane tone while continuing to stroke himself with the thing that used to be Justine, “Question 2, Can you make a ‘website’ with higher quality photos than what this dunce used?”
Confused by the odd question and still recovering from the mind melting orgasm Billy let out another timid, “Y-yes?”
“Good!”
Another snapped and Billy was thrown back into that torrent of full body orgasmic bliss that was somehow even stronger than the first one. But once he came to Billy realized that he was on the floor despite ever remembering falling.
As he got up he noticed that his pant legs were soaked and his nose was filled with the unmistakable scent of his own cum.
Again Eroztic waited until Billy recovered before he continued, “Here’s the plan, you make yourself a spiffy new ‘website’ with all new pictures of my buddies summoning circles and the incorrect binding circles for each one and spread them onto the worldwide web from other foolish humans to use. Do that for me and I keep your mind pumping with sweet climaxes day after day.”
Erotic let that sentence hang in the air before he asked, “Do we have a deal?”
With his mind still foggy, Billy’s libido was the first to answer with a desperate and gasping, “Yes.”
“Then it’s official”, the demon said as he snapped his fingers again.
Billy braced himself for another wave of pleasure but was disappointed to see that Eroztic just teleported Zach to his side and magic’d a pink collar onto the jock’s neck, with a leash that ended right into the demon’s right hand. Eroztic stopped stoking the fleshlight, allowing it to cling balls deep from his groin. With a harsh yank, Eroztic pulled Zach along and he walked towards and past Billy.
“Oh, did the little human think he was going to get another orgasm? Oh no, not until you get cracking with that website-thing.” he said over his shoulder as proceeded to walk towards the door.
Realizing what needed to be done, Billy stood up, a bit hunched over than before, and lurched his exhausted body forwards.
Halfway out of the room, Billy realized that his gait was a bit off than what he remembered. Before that budding thought could take form, Billy squashed it deep below his conscience and continued forwards, following his new Master, ready and willing to do whatever he commands.
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PART ONE
The alarm clock’s buzzing shattered the early morning silence as it rang across the bedroom. From under the covers, Wolf could hear his husband stir as he rolled over to silence the phone. As Wolf came back to the waking world he was met with a dull ache of a body that was still in the process of recovering. Once Wolf recognized the sensation, he conceded the fact that it was going to be impossible to go back to sleep. Still, underneath the covers, he stretched and let out a groggy groan.
“Sounds like someone’s awake,” Echo said teasingly as he sat up and got out of the bed.
Wolf only answered with an unintelligible curse. ‘Somehow without a job,’ Wolf thought, ‘Mondays still hit hard’ as he curled up tighter under the blankets.
“I have absolutely no idea why you’re in such a mood,” Echo continued to tease as he finished getting dressed before he headed downstairs to make himself a cup of morning tea.
Wolf squeezed his eyes harder with that remark. Even after a full day of rest and recovering, Wolf was still sore from Saturday, a kidnapping in broad daylight, which happened under the guise of a job interview. After that followed hours of the punishing experience of being pinned down by a very dominant Pig Dungeon Master with the mission to systematically stretch Wolf’s tail hole from nothing to finally taking a full silicone horse cock. It was only at the end when it was finally revealed that Echo signed him and supervised the whole experience. Even after the night of cuddling and a full day of relaxing on Sunday, Wolf still felt the aftermath today.
As Wolf eased his body awake from under the blankets, he heard Echo moving around below in the kitchen, no doubt getting ready for work, followed by a faint knocking at the front door.
From within the comfort of his sheets, Wolf sent out a groping paw out for his phone on his side of the bed and began to flick through the notifications that occurred over the night. It was then that Wolf heard a sound coming from the staircase.
Wolf’s ears perked up as they identified that it was the patterns of footsteps. The sound was much faster than anything Echo usually produced and there were two of them. Wolf’s heart started to race.
At the moment Wolf threw off his covers as the door forcefully swung open. Whipping his head to the doorway he saw two ferrets standing in the doorway. They were both dressed in black, with ski masks on, and decked out with rope, handcuffs, and other obvious kidnapping gear. Even with the masks, Wolf could easily recognize that they were the same ferrets that assisted in his first kidnapping.
Wolf looked at both of them and let out a tired sigh. The ferrets on the left simply said, “You can come quietly with us now or you can -and will- drag you out.”
Taking another deep sigh, realizing what was to happen next, Wolf threw off the covers, revealing a pair of white boxers with a red heart pattern. “Alright, alright,” Wolf said as he got up, “Let me go get some pants…” As Wolf got up and made his way towards his wardrobe.
“We said now!” The ferret on the right yelled as Wolf heard the two leap onto the bed and tackle the blue wolf to the ground. Once his arms were pinned behind his back the ferret began tying his wrists with rope.
“When we say, ‘now’ we mean now!” growled the other one as he slipped the blackout bag over Wolf’s head.
Once the rope was secured, Wolf felt one ferret pin his back down as he shouted, “Go get the stretcher!”
Wolf could hear the other ferret face out of the room and pass the front door as the ferret on his back started binding his ankles together. A few minutes later his partner returned and Wolf heard the sound of wooden poles dropping to the right of him.
The one that was pinning him down then repositioned to Wolf’s other side and rolled him over a wooden pole, flipping him on his back. Wolf heard the ferrets move around him and then with a grunt, he felt the poles brush up past his side, followed by the cloth underneath lifting him into the air.
With a bit of initial coordination and effort, the ferrets angled the stretcher and began their efforts carrying Wolf out of the bedroom.
Legs bound and arms still tied behind his back Wolf laid there as he was slowly and expertly carried down the hallway.
There was a moment of slight anxiety when Wolf felt the stretcher pivot and then felt his body be angled downwards once they began to transport him downstairs. As the ferrets moved him down the stairs, the angle never reached the point where he ever fell off.
Once they leveled him out after the last step, the ferrets made their way to the kitchen.
Just about what Wolf imagined was halfway through the kitchen he heard Echo speak up, “Oh hold up one minute won’t you?” in an equally nonchalant tone.
At that, the two ferrets stopped as he heard the familiar sound of his husband’s footsteps approach him. Wolf then felt his husband’s paws reach down and begin to roll up the hem of the opening, past the chin, the mouth, and stopping just over the nose.
Still blinded, Wolf feel Echo’s warm breath as he leaned over as the smell of his husband and his favorite blend of tea filled his nostrils.
In a genuine compassionate voice, Echo said, “Have fun today, I’ll see you later,” and delivered a french kiss that only Echo could give.
Feeling Echo’s warm tongue came pushing in and crawling around his maw and for a moment caused his whole body to relax. He savored the aspect of the kiss, right until Echo pulled himself away and rolled the bag back down.
Speaking back to the ferrets, Echo cooly said, “Now hurry up you two. Your van is blocking me in.”
“Right on sir,” the ferret replied with a thoroughly professional tone as he and his partner in crime renewed their efforts moving Wolf’s across the rest of the kitchen and out the front door.
Being carried outside Wolf was forcefully reminded that he was only wearing his boxers as a morning breeze cut through his body. Even though he could not see, Wolf still turned his head left and right as the ferrets walked down the driveway hoping against hope that none of his neighbors were watching what was happening to him. If there were anyone, he couldn’t hear them as he was set down and eased into the back of a van.
Once secured, Wolf heard the sliding door slam shut as he felt one of the ferrets sat right next to him then a few moments later Wolf heard the second ferret open the driver’s side door and start up the van and pull out of the driveway. Knowing where this was going, Wolf tried to build a mental map of the streets that he was being taken down, as they were moving around his neighborhood. The ferrets seem to anticipate that as they took extra care to weave through the streets, going back and forth until Wolf’s internal road map was completely scrambled.
The drive was painfully quiet and unremarkable as neither ferrets made any remarks and Wolf was too nervous to be the one who breaks the silence first.
After a while, the van finally pulled in somewhere and reached a stop. “We’re here,” said one of the ferrets as Wolf heard the side door open. Wolf was then eased out of the van to resume their journey.
From there, the ferrets carried Wolf forward past a doorway where he felt the cool breeze of air conditioning blow across his fur.
Wolf had a vague idea on which room he went in last time, which caused a bit of concern when the trip went on longer than expected and after a few turns, heard the sound of elevator doors closing around him.
Wolf then felt his body and the stretcher make a slow descent downwards. After a chime of the elevator, the ferrets carried him down another set of hallways until they stopped and slowly lowered him down to the floor.
“Get up,” one of them barked.
Wolf obeyed as he heard one of the ferrets scamper in front of him, followed by the sound of the opening of metal doors. The other harshly shoved Wolf in the small of his back causing him to stumble forward.
Once Wolf regained his balance he felt one of the ferret’s pair of hands grab his body and yank the black off of his head. Light came crashing against his eyes as they were forced to blink until they readjusted to his new surroundings. Behind him, Wolf heard the ferrets scuttling away followed by the closing of the doors and a noticeable ‘click.’
Wolf blurrily looked around at where he was and was greeted to a large blank room. The walls are composed of grey cement blocks with fluorescent light hanging overhead, beneath were hard laminated wooden floorboards. It looked like a school gymnasium but without any of the equipment or decorations. On the far side of the room was a pair of large double doors and above that was the only thing on the walls, a giant digital clock.
Although the most surprising thing was the others in the room. Rows and rows of individuals from all walks of life, solemnly standing. There were dogs, cats, fellow wolves, deers, horses, and even a few dragons scattered around.
Wolf noticed a few things from the group. The first was that all of them were wearing the same type of outfit, a one piece jumpsuit that looked slightly ill fitting and unflattering on everyone. The Uniforms were in various shades ranging from off white to grey and even dirt brown. As Wolf looked closer he noticed that each one had a black flap and all the outfits had zippers running up the backs and held in place by a small padlock on the top of all of their necks.
As Wolf examined the others and their uniforms he began to feel self-conscience about being among them in just his boxers.
But the most pressing thing about them was how they held themselves, they were all standing. Everyone was standing apart from each other, there were no natural groupings between the species. Except for a few who turned their heads to the sound of the opening door, everyone was silent and all were facing towards the front, with their heads held in various degrees of being cast down.
Rubbing his arms for warmth and just something to do as he followed the rest of the crowd and looked at the giant digital clock which just switched over to 7:59 am. Wolf made a double take at the clock, was it really less than an hour since he woke up next to Echo?
The next minute Wolf just stood there, awkwardly looking around the room and at the other attendees for any sort of clue on what was going to happen next. Finally, the clock clicked over to eight o’clock and a loud monotone buzzer rang and echoed throughout the gym and the lights dimmed.
The double doors in the front swung open, Wolf had to look over the heads of the others to get a good view. From the doors emerged four figures, they marched in single file and moved to stand against the wall. Wolf craned his neck so he could make out each figure. They were all wearing black dominator gear and each one radiated confidence.
The first standing, no towering, was a hulking rhino. A massive slab of grey glistening muscle mass that was barely held back by his outfit of the tight black leather bands, straps, bands, and a jock. Wolf could practically hear the straining of the bands against the motion of the rhino’s breathing.
The one to the rhino’s left was a horse, tall and lean with a similar outfit but his jock was modified with the sling being wider and longer than the rhino’s. Wolf could see even through the leather, the imprint of his dick as it was pressed against the jock. Somewhere deep inside of him, Wolf hoped that the horse was already fully erect but a deeper part of him knew that it was not the case.
The next was a skunk. Wolf could tell that this dom had a body that showed that he took his looks with extreme dedication every day. Confident and lean with a coat of shiny fur that was the result of daily washing, conditioning, and grooming. His gear was black with a white band streaking all across his gear. His face was obscured by a military grade gas mask with a dark green lens. Wolf could not see his eyes but as he turned his head to scan the room, Wolf noticed that every other uniformed member in the crowd turned their head away and some even took a nervous step back.
Lastly was the grey wolf, in the most traditional and stereotypical leather gear and boots imaginable. The grey wolf was noticeably older than the others and had the cold and calculating expression of someone who has been doing this for more than a few decades.
The four of them stood there, scanning the crowd, as the clock continued droning on for the next minute. Once the buzzer was done the doms started barking off numbers, one by one, without any greeting or preamble.
“223.”
“567.”
“140.”
“447.” and so on and so forth, listing numbers that made sense only to them and the uniformed people in the room.
As they shout out the numbers, the uniformed members stirred and walked towards the dom who said that number and quietly formed a line in front of them.
The numbers kept being called without any rhythm or reason.
“719.”
“515.”
“430.”
“401.”
The entire process took less than two minutes but it felt much longer than that.
The others kept marching forward. Some groaned, or let out a terrified swear under their breath as their number was called. As the last uniformed member got into place the grey wolf barked out, “You have your groups. March out!”
In an almost military practice routine, the dom turned and began leading their line of meager uniformed members through the double doors that they emerged from, leaving Wolf and his boxers completely alone in the large hall.
Terrified of stepping out of line, Wolf unconsciously rubbed his arms as he stood there, turning his head between the still open double doors to the locked metal door that he came from, totally unsure what was going to happen next.
The digital clock clicked over to the next minute.
“Well, well, well. Look who survived ‘our little date night,’” a deep and familiar voice said from the shadows of the doors.
Turning the corner a pig stepped out of the hallway and into the light of the giant room.
The sight of black rubber on pink skin sent shivers down Wolf’s spine and his heart to skyrocket. Sauntering out of the doorway, making sure his boot steps echoed around the walls, was the dom responsible for the extreme dungeon session that he went through just a few days ago.
He was a big pig, tall and thick with both broad shoulders, muscular limbs, and a paunched gut clinging to his torso. His face was bearded and his body was covered in hard bristles. As Wolf took him all in again, he experienced flashbacks of just a few days ago of how this boar was able to overpower him by easily picking him up then bending and strapping him down onto a table.
The hog was in the same outfit he was in last time Wolf was at his mercy, black rubber industrial boots, rubber pants, and a torso mostly covered by a shiny black apron. Wolf glanced down towards the pig’s groin and he knew that just underneath that rubber apron and pants was his equally impressively long and thick cock. The pig’s hands were covered by thick rubber black gloves that ran up to his elbows. To cap it off, oh his head was a rubber biker cap.
As the pig marched out, Wolf was reminded of the entirety of the extreme anal stretching his pig put him through. First was the kidnapping, then once back here, the pig used a shelf of incrementally bigger dildos on Wolf’s hole until he was loose enough to take the pig’s dick properly. Even after orgasming, the dom went back to work stuffing the wolf’s hole until Wolf could take the pig’s fist to the wrist, but even after that, the session continued even more until the pig could cram a full silicone horse cock into Wolf’s rear.
The pig stood in the same spot where the other doms stood while never taking his eyes off of the astonished blue wolf. The dom allowed himself a moment of silence before he merely lifted his hand, pointed at Wolf, and simply said, “You.”
Even though he saw it coming a mile away, Wolf still winced at the command. After a moment Wolf slowly pushed his legs forward to walk right in front of the rubber clad dom just in the same manner he saw the rest of the crowd do before.
“You’re a fast learner, Good! This will make it all easier,” the pig said with a grin.
Wolf only let out a weak chuckle and immediately stopped, hoping that he would not get reprimanded for it.
The dom stared at him for a moment more before continuing, “Bully for you, you’re going to have a pretty easy today as we bring you up to speed with our onboarding process.”
Wolf was about to open his mouth to speak before the hog interrupted with a harsh, “You’re not allowed to speak freely.”
Wolf closed his mouth tight at the remark.
“First we will have to get you properly dressed,” the dom said as he gave Wolf a quick once over. “Those boxers might be cute for your husband, but here we have a dress code, come on,” as he turned and began to walk out of the door he arrived from as Wolf fell into line.
Turning the corner, Wolf saw a hallway, lined with doors that looked exactly like the ones he was pushed into during his first encounter but much longer.
The pig led Wolf down the corridor of closed doors he began talking, “While you are in these hallways, under this roof, you forfeit your name, your identity, your agency, The Day Spa will provide one of each for you.”
Wolf recalled the way everyone else in the room was by and responded by numbers and as Wolf listened, he could not help but notice how ‘the day spa’ was pronounced with a bit of extra weight to it.
“We will provide you with everything you need to survive and endure your stay here. We will already have your schedule at the start of every day.” The pig continued, “You will carry out all orders given to you, you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will call us by our proper names, every time.” He waited for a dramatic moment. “Oh, and my name’s Tank, I know we didn’t have time to exchange pleasantries the last time, on the account I was stretching that tight little hole of yours to new heights,” as he laughed.
Wolf paused in his walk for a moment to reflect on that, during the entire ordeal on Saturday…Tank never said his name. Wolf was used and practically ruined by a hog that he doesn’t even know. That genuinely shocked him for a moment.
“Hurry up, pup!” Tank barked out a few steps ahead of him “We can’t dilly dally here, there’s extra punishment served to our members who are caught roaming the halls without their assigned doms, you don’t want that pup. The Sweepers can dish out things worse than anything I could do to you, that’s because they got access to tools that even I’m not allowed to use”.
With that comment, Wolf snapped out of his daze and hurried to catch up with Tank as he quickly looked over his shoulder. Tank led Wolf down another set of hallways, lined with more of the near identical doors.
Some had windows that could be peered into and others with blacked out windows. From the brisk walk down the hallway, Wolf was able to catch glimpses of the variety of action scenes happening inside some of the occupied rooms. Each had a fully geared dom with an entire group of obedient members.
Some were set up like classrooms, with the dom standing in front of a whiteboard lettering, while others it was a group circled around the dom, watching a restraint being applied.
Others had the doms monitoring their groups as they were applying gear to themselves. Just for an instant, Wolf saw a room where all members were all laying down on cots, with wired VR helmets attached to their heads. For the doors that didn’t have windows, Wolf sometimes picked up the faint sounds of desperate moans and mechanical whirring.
After another set of turns, Tank led Wolf to a door with a label stating “Changing room.”Tank pushed open the door and gestured to enter. Wolf cautiously stepped past the hog and through the doorway and was greeted to a standard locker room. It was built and decorated like any other public locker room one would see at a gym, half the room was lined with lockers along walls and rows of benches perpendicular to the lockers. The other half were public showers, with no dividers or curtains separating one shower faucet from the other, with soap dispensers fixed to the tiled walls.
Looking around Wolf realized that this was a different shower room than the one he used last time with Echo. Wolf began a terrifying train of thought, contemplating the size and shape of the building that he was stuck in with the fear that he might not even be in the same building as last time.
Before Wolf could fully comprehend what that actually meant, the locker room door closed behind him as Tank pushed Wolf further inside
Tank said, “Last time we saw what you could do was an initiation, now we assimilate you.”
Wolf turned around towards the dom just in time to instinctively catch a parcel tossed his way. Looking down at his paws he saw the same white one piece uniform that everyone else has been wearing but this was brand new and sparklingly white.
Even though he knew what to do next, as soon as Wolf unfurled the uniform, Tank barked out the command, “Strip.”
Hearing that tone of voice again caused Wolf’s mind to stall a bit as his already excited heart went into overtime and his cock violently spasmed.
“Hurry up pup! We don’t have all day. Don’t even know why you’re so nervous, it’s not like I haven’t seen what you’re packing.” Tank said as he was fishing something from an inner pocket of his apron, then pulling out a new cigar and lighter.
Wolf choked down a swallow before he began to pull down his boxers and step into his uniform. As he was doing so Tank cut the cigar, lit it, and started listing off the importance of the outfit.
“Your uniform is a part of you. You will only be given one copy of it. Do not lose it. There are… reprimands in place if you show up here without it.”
Wolf choked down another hard swallow as he fed his legs and arms through the uniform’s sleeves. Once inside, Wolf started the process of zipping up the back as Tank walked around to help zip up the remainder of the upper back.
As Tank pulled the rest of it, he kept talking.
“When you are here, you will not be able to take off your uniform, you will be wearing it all day. That’s what the pretty locks your buddies were wearing are for. Do not try to break the locks or get out in any way without your assigned dom’s explicit permission. There are punishments in place if you even try.”
He finished that sentence with a metal click sound as a small weight now hung on the base of his neck.
“You are highly encouraged to clean and wash your uniform during the off nights if granted to you. At the end of each week, the staff examines the cleanliness and whiteness of each of our member’s uniforms. The winner earns truly wonderful privileges, including a day off.”
A meaty hand came down onto Wolf’s shoulders, which spun him around to come face to face with Tank.
“And now, kneel,” commanded Tank as he pushed Wolf down.
Wolf’s knees naturally and instinctively buckled under the pressure and his hands reached down to catch some of the impacts of the fall.
Now on his knees, Wolf had to tilt his head upwards to Tank. The rubber took a moment to savor the scene below him as smoke now billowing around his face. Once he had his fill Tank then moved on to pull and tuck his rubber apron onto the side giving Wolf a full perfect view of the groin of the rubber pants, zipper, and bulge that was pressing tight against the material. With Tank’s free hand, he moved towards the zipper, and slowly and meticulously, he pulled down the zipper slider as the sound filled Wolf’s ears.
It did not take much effort for Tank’s cock to get out of his pants, once the pants were properly unzipped, it practically flopped out by itself. From where he was kneeling, Wolf’s view was completely taken up by the hog’s thick cock.
Wolf marveled at the meat in front of him. Last time Wolf was only able to catch a glimpse of Tank’s cock out of the corner of his eye but now he has a proper view of it in all of its glory. It was just as huge, thick, and long as his asshole remembered.
Tank chuckled at Wolf’s astonishment, “You just got your pretty little outfit, it would be wrong to allow you to keep that advantage for our next uniform evaluation… wouldn’t it?” He said with a grin spreading across his face.
There was a slight, near microscopic shift in the tank’s posture as he aimed the cock right above Wolf’s face.
Then a half second later, a golden stream of piss sprayed out of the cock, landing right onto Wolf’s head. Wolf winced at the initial impact and then relaxed as he closed his eyes, pursed his lips together, and lowered his head. Tank slightly moved his hip and hands and brought the steady stream down from Wolf’s scalp, right down the middle of his face. Wolf felt the hot liquid run down his scalp as the smell of the fowl phenomena scent crawled its way into his nose.
Tank then angled his cock down and aimed the stream down to the torso. He slowly went from Wolf’s head to knees, twisting his hips left to right and pausing in some areas where Wolf’s uniform was folded on itself to ensure that every crevice was thoroughly soaked. He then slowly moved his stream back up towards Wolf’s face and then arching his back backward he pulled the stream over Wolf’s head and landed on the middle of his back and ran down his spine.
Wolf just knelt there in his spot surrounded by the pungent aroma, feeling Tank’s warm piss begin to seep into his clothes, past his blue fur, and reaching his skin.
At long last Wolf began to hear and feel the stream begin to wane. With expert timing and maneuvering, Tank pulled the stream back, Wolf’s back to over Wolf’s crown and allowing it to patter out right on Wolf’s snout. As the stream stopped, Wolf gingerly opened his eyes to see Tank in the middle of shaking his cock to let loose the last few drops. There was a moment of silence as Wolf looked down to examine his once pristine white uniform, now totally drenched and with a light yellow tinge to it.
Tank said, “Consider that your first of many stains, pup…and oops! It looks like I spilled a few drops on my new boots. Be a good pup and clean it up for me.”
Wolf looked down and beyond the puddle that he was sitting in, just a few inches away was Tank’s black rubber shoe with three small drops on the top of the toe box. Wolf quietly and reluctantly leaned forward, put his arms out to steady himself, and then lowered his head to lick the boot of the Hog.
It took a few attempts to complete the task since some drips of piss fell off of Wolf’s muzzle but finally, it was cleaned to Tank’s satisfaction. After that, Tank walked around Wolf towards one of the wire shelves, and a moment later Wolf felt a towel land on the back of his neck as he heard the order “Go clean up”.
Following the command, Wolf gingerly reached up, grabbed the towel, and began the almost futile attempt of spot drying his uniform. After 10 minutes of trying his best to dry the fur underneath his uniform, Tank just stood there off to the side, puffing his cigar and enjoying the show. Once Wolf admitted defeat and resigned to the fact that he was still going to be damp and stained for the rest of the day, he got up and dropped the towel in one of the nearby hampers.
“Looks like the sub understood the first lesson here,” Tank said as Wolf returned to his side, “now that you’re all ‘cleaned up’ let’s head out. We still have the rest of the day to get you all adjusted,” as he led Wolf back out to the hallway.
Tank led Wolf down another series of similar hallways of similar doors until they reached an unusually brown wooden door, with a keypad lock next to it. After punching in a code, Tank opened the door to reveal the most unusual room Wolf had seen so far.
It was an office. Fully furnished with desks, computers, lamps, telephones, and it even had the cheesy framed motivational posters up on the walls. In the far back was a calendar whiteboard that was heavily marked with lines scribbles and flyers and memos attached to the sides. The air was filled with the ambient office sounds of telephone rings, murmurs, and ever present sound of keyboards clicks. The most jarring thing was that the workers doing their paperwork at their desks, getting coffee, and mulling around were all in leather gear. Hardly anyone paid any attention to Wolf and tank as they entered and those that did nonchalantly turned back to their computers or tasks.
The only one that continued to give any interest or attention was a middle-aged beagle in a harness, vest, and wire framed spectacles at the front desk. After giving Wolf a very quick once over then he directed his attention towards Tank and simply said, “a new member in the process of processing?”
“Yup,” Tank replied to the beagle as a long-time co-worker.
“I can tell that you…already started,” the beagle said with a slight sniff of disgust before turing back to his computer and said, “Name?”
“Wolf.” Tank answered.
“Last name?”
“Nope.”
The beagle said with a raised eyebrow before typing on his computer, “Let’s see…here we are, ah… I see. Yup, first proper day…we have all of his paperwork and permissions received and filed, he just needs a number.”
Tank as cooly replied with “#813”.
“Number 813 is… available,” the beagle said after typing on his computer, “oh yeah that was-”. Tank cut him off with a knowing ‘hmmm’.
“Number 813 it is,” the secretary said received the unsaid message, “the tags are being printed right now”
With that, the beagle got up and headed towards a printer that just began to whirr to life. After grabbing the printout the beagle made his way back to his desk and handed Tank a glossy sheet with some freshly printed text on it.
Tank took it, peeled off one of the labels, and spun Wolf around to carefully apply the label on the lock on Wolf’s uniform. Once done, Tank followed up with an “All set!” and forcefully swatted Wolf’s behind. Tank turned back to the secretary and cheerily said, “Thanks Jack, we’ll get out of your fur,” as he pushed Wolf back towards the door they came from.
The rest of the morning was spent having Tank escort Wolf around and introduce him to all the other doms that he could find in the building. Wolf was reminded of elementary school as he was paraded around behind Tank as he knocked and entered into every occupied room he could get into. Wolf awkwardly stood there as Tank introduced the newest member, by number only, while he still reeked of piss.
Wolf was introduced to more doms than he knew were actually in his city. Most of them were in standard-issued dungeons that Wolf first experienced, with a table, some restraints, and enough toys to get the job done. Wolf then learned that they were specialized dungeons, marked on the outside with a plaque that had their name and a stylized profile of the species’ head.
The first one of these special rooms was the skunk named, ‘Mask’ Just opening the door a crack revealed what his specialty was as a wave of musk and skunk came cascading into the hallway.
As Tank opened the door the rest of the way to reveal the masked skunk dom from earlier sitting on a desk, with one of his arms reaching out behind him, pressing some poor unfortunate member’s head right underneath his bushy tail.
Peering inside revealed that this dungeon was decorated differently than the other ‘standard dungeons’, with black lights overhead and the walls lined with glowing white vertical stripes against a black background. As Wolf looked down at the floor, he noticed that it was littered with gym socks, and beneath that, it was splattered with glowing white splotches.
The skunk, which Tank referred to as, “Mr. Mask,” was living up to his name as Wolf saw that every one of Mr. Mask’s subs was tied to chairs and fitted with identical gas masks. Wolf went on to notice that in each gasmask vent, they had either a sock or a pair of underpants shoved in there.
Tank and Mr. Mask exchanged sincere pleasantries as Tank went on to ask about the status of the members that the skunk was currently working over. The conversation ended with Mr. Mask letting out a muffled purr as he set his lensed eyes on Wolf.
Almost reading the skink’s mind, Tank spoke up, “Oh yes, he’s a good one, I’ll be sure to lend him out sometime in the future.”
Without breaking eye contact with Wolf, the Skunk flex’s his abdomen as a yellow liquid sprayed over the poor member’s exposed face as the room was filled with another dose of the putrid scent of skunk. Wolf let out a reflective gag as Tank guided him out the door, towards the next step of the ongoing tour.
As Wolf went on his unspoken tour, he picked up on a few things. First was that there was always a ferret around every other hallway or so, either idly waiting by their rolling cleaning cart or hurriedly pushing their carts towards a destination. Every ferret was dressed as either janitors or stagehands and all were equipped with radios with wires that ran up their ears.
Secondly, Wolf noted as he walked past a few rooms with bunk beds, that some of the members actually stayed here overnight and for an extended amount of time. With that realization. Wolf’s heart began to race as he walked on. Following Tank’s every turn and introduction, he was desperately remembering Echo’s conversation from earlier in the morning, trying to catch any clues that his husband signed him up for an overnight stay or not.
The next specialized dungeon that Tank brought Wolf to had a rhino’s insignia on it. Walking inside Wolf was greeted by a decorated personal gym set, with heavyweights, exercise machines, and the walls lined with full-length mirrors. All of the members here were half conscious in this room, each laying belly side down on a modified pommel horse, with their hands and feet tied to 100 lbs dumbbells.
As Wolf scanned in the dungeon, it was impossible to avoid the rhino in the room. His huge, hulking form was currently bent over a possum. The rhino was trusting with such force, that it caused the poor member and the collective 400lbs attached to him to tilt back and forth with each thrust. The rhino dom was totally in his element here, focused on each thrust with nothing but dedication and determination. It was as if he was performing for the finals in some sort of twisted competition. The poor sub in question seemed to barely be able to endure the rush, constantly looking like he was just one more moment away from passing out.
It took Tank a few attempts of shouting the Rhino’s name over the loud crashing of his fucking before Tank could snap Kilo out of his concentration. Once Tank got Kilko’s attention, the rhinoceros apologized and a moment later he pulled himself out of the sub he was plumbing as he checked his pulse on his neck with his free hand.
Wolf’s eyes bulged as he saw Kilo step away from the member, the cock that came out of the possum was longer and thicker than Tank’s, and watching it being pulled out of the squirming sub made the wolf experience a flashback of the horse dildo. Once it was fully removed, the sub let out an exhausted and weak cry and collapsed.
As Kilo turned and walked towards Tank and Wolf, Wolf finally noticed that at the base of the lube slathered rhino cock was a tight cock ring. Seeing that, fear raced across Wolf’s mind as he comprehended the full extent of this dungeon’s experience. In doing so, Wolf took a half step behind Tank.
Even with the massive erection that practically bridged the distance from where the two doms stood, Kilo and Tank carried on a conversation with the same dull tone that two co-workers use when small talking about what shows or movies they watched over the weekend. They finished up their small conversation before Tank finally introduced Wolf.
Kilo, who just looked down at the blue wolf with eyes on par with ones of a hungry predator, snorted and said in a deep voice, “I look forward to pushing you to your limits,” as he flexed both his arms and cock.
Wolf only replied in a weak stuttering string of mumbled words as he tried to cast his eyes up towards the grey mountain of muscle in front of him. Tank just stood off to the side, enjoying the squirming before he finally pulled Wolf away and allowed Kilo to continue to work on the rest of his subs.
After that Tank brought Wolf to the last major dungeon of the trip, the elder silver wolf’s dungeon. As Tank opened the door, the Wolf heard the sound of a loud crack followed by a suppressed whimper. Moon still had a flogger in hand as Tank pushed Wolf through the door.
The silver wolf’s dungeon, simply named Moon, was more aligned with the traditional masochist and sadist dungeon layout; a dark room lit by flickering candles while all the subs were tied on to x-crosses or restrained by chains on the walls. Wolf saw bruises, marks, and even some welts forming under these members’ fur.
Like the other times, Tank and Moon talked in a cool and experienced professional tone, only breaking the conversation off for a moment so the senior wolf could deliver a few lashes again the subs, with a harsh reminder that even though he was having company over, their torment was not going to be lightened up during this interruption. After Tank’s conversation came to a natural end, Moon finally turned his attention to Wolf.
The blue wolf felt a shiver of intimidation run down his spine as the elder wolf dom gave him a stern look over as a toothy grin spread across his face as he said back to Tank, “Oh…I can tell, just by looking that you snagged a good one.”
“I know right?” Tank said as he placed his thick arm over Wolf’s shoulder and brought him forwards. “When I saw the paperwork go through, I just had to throw some of my weight around the admissions office to snag him,” he said with a chuckle.
Moon joined in on the laugh that was a bit sharper in tone than Tank’s and carried on just long enough to make Wolf start to feel uneasy.
Once that laughter died down Moon said, “I’m sure that you have plenty of places to be before lunch,” before turning to Wolf and following up with, “Don’t let me keep you…”
Another bout of chills raced down Wolf’s back at that comment as Tank led him away.
From the rest of the walking tour, Wolf’s clothes finally dried out, just in time for Tank to bring him back to the starting room which had been redecorated since early morning. Since he was gone, rows of long tables and benches were set out and the savory smell of ground beef, tomatoes, beans, onions, peppers, and spices filled the air.
Off to the side of the serving table, ferrets in aprons and hairnets were busy scooping out ladlefuls of chilli, from a metal pot, into the members’ bowls.
Up against the opposite wall of the food line was an elevated stage, set with tables covered in a black table cloth. Sitting there were all the doms, enjoying steaks that were grilled off to the side by a designated ferret in proper cook attire.
As Wolf looked around he saw that while most of the members were free to move around and eat, Wolf noticed that some of them were in shackles, handcuffs, and others either had gas masks or blindness fixed to their heads while some more were sitting rather uncomfortably.
“Hurry up, pup,” Tank said as he walked past Wolf, “You’re going to need your strength for the second half of the day.” He chuckled as he walked away, towards the elevated stage.
With his orders given, Wolf hesitantly walked over to the end of the flood line, hoping that the piss from Tank’s ‘christening’ wasn’t too odorous, or at the very least undetected by those near the aroma of the cooking chilli. Soon enough Wolf was handed a wooden bowl and then shuffled over for the ferret to sloppily fill up the bowl with warm chilli as a few speckles of red sauce landed on the front of Wolf’s uniform. After that another ferret in line dropped a particularly buttery square of cornbread on top of the chilli, followed by a wooden fork. Once Wolf received all of his rations, he left the line to find a spot to sit for a bit of long-awaited rest. Roaming up and down the rows, he finally found a free spot between a skittish mouse and a hedgehog that was aggressively keeping to himself.
Once he was settled, Wolf’s hunger got the better of him, what started out as a curious nibble of the chilli turned into forkful after forkful, followed by scooping the remainder up with the last of the bread. After he swallowed the last bit of the soaked-up cornbread, he only then started to look around the table for a napkin dispenser.
“Stupid rookie, that’s how they get you,” said the hedgehog from Wolf’s right as he was still in the process of carefully breaking apart his cornbread with his fork.
Puzzled, Wolf looked down at his hands, wet and buttery with spots of tomato sauce and grease, then beyond that was his white uniform that had a bit more spots of red than when he first sat down. Embarrassed for falling for such an obvious trick, Wolf tried his best to wipe off the most he could on the table before admitting defeat by brushing the rest off on his uniform as lightly as he could just before the mess hall was filled with the sound of a large buzzing.
On cue, the members of every table stood up at once and began to file their way towards the front and formed a line in front of, what Wolf assumed to be, their assigned doms for that day. Making sure not to be left behind, Wolf stood up and started looking for Tank who was standing next to the rest of the doms.
“I see you ate well,” Tank said, giving an obvious look down at Wolf’s uniform.
Tank lit another cigar as the other doms began to lead their groups out, single file.
“Well pup,” he said after taking a few puffs, “You had a walking tour of most of the palace, now it’s time to show off the most important area”
Tank waited until an expression of confusion formed over Wolf’s face before he answered, “My dungeon.”
Wolf’s stomach dropped to the floor.
Tank led Wolf out of the mess hall, down another series of hallways until Tank brought him to another specialized dungeon door, with a nameplate that had the insignia of a pig. Tank stood off to the side, gesturing to Wolf to open the door by himself. With his heartbeat increasing he put a hand on the handle, turned, and pushed it open.
A room was about the same size as the other personal dungeon rooms, but with walls lined from ceiling to floor with shiny black rubber. The floor was tiled with a shower drain in the middle. On the right wall had a hanging assortment of restraints, floggers, harnesses, and bindings and an assortment of hoods of all shapes and sizes organized in perfect order. In the center of the room was a matching black rubber lined table, with handcuffs attached to the legs. Next to that was a wheeled metal stand on which a jug of lube with a hand pump top sat. On the far back, was a big rubber sofa chair, placed next to a wooden stand that held a bottle of whiskey, a glass, and an ashtray. There were no windows or one way mirrors in this room, as far as Wolf could tell it was a totally private room.
The real draw of the room was a glass showcase on the left. Just like the first visit, it was filled with rows and rows of dildos of all different species and sizes and this glass case was much longer than the previous one Wolf encountered. The dildo selection had a much wider array of dildos on the shelf, both in terms of size and variety. It was arranged from comically small, going up in length and girth left to right, row after row until it reached the top shelf, where three intimidatingly large horse cocks sat on their sides, taking up most of the row in that shelf.
While each horse dildo was impressive in size, Wolf knew from very personal experience that he could take one of the smaller of the three. The biggest dildo was absolutely massive in scale, almost the entirety of Wolf’s torso, on that a blue county fair ribbon hanging around the base.
As Wolf examined the case from the doorway, something about it seemed off. It was all presented in such a way that the collection was arranged; it had a bit of extra importance to it that Wolf could not easily recognize.
“Welcome to my lair,” Tank said as he spanked Wolf to move forward.
Walking past him Tank stopped at the mounting table and rested a gloved hand on it as he looked around the dungeon, “…yeah it’s a nice den. Custom made like the rest of them, I spent ages making sure that this was exactly what I wanted it to be and could handle everything that I want to do, for both business,” he a patted the table, “and pleasure,” as he cocked his head back towards the chair and wooden table.
He then directed his gaze towards Wolf, “I believe you know how this is going to go down, so hop on!” Tank said as he patted the mounting table again.
A bolt of excitement and terror ran up and down Wolf’s spide as he finally faced the truth that he was going not go a full day completely spared. With a quiet nod of understanding Wolf’s legs slowly begin to move the blue wolf towards where he was ordered to go.
Once he crawled up on the rubber table he limply dangled his limbs off the side and waited for Tank to move around and attach his wrists and ankles to the handcuffs. The smell of rubber, and the circling halo of cigar smoke cause Wolf to imagine Tank as a shark who circling its prey. The sounds of mental clicks in the quiet room caused Wolf’s ears and tail to twitch.
When Tank was finished he positioned himself right in front of Wolf, giving the restrained sub a clear view of the pig’s muscle gut and groin. Tank chewed on his cigar and let out a murmur of approval as he inspected his work for a minute before he spoked down to Wolf.
“I know last time you were sneaking peeks at what was going to be used on you,” as he nodded towards the shelves of dildos, “but this time,” Tank trailed off as he walked over to right, just out of view of Wolf, and pulled something the wall
Walking back towards the front of the table Tank emerged with a leather hood in his hands, “this time you won’t get that privilege,” as he unbuttoned the straps and slowly brought it down upon Wolf.
Wolf felt the hood cover his head, though the thick material he felt Tank’s hands move across Wolf’s head as he fastest all the buttons and latches into place. Soon Wolf’s eyes were completely covered and his maw tightly fixed into place with just enough move ability to breathe in the smoke of Tank’s cigar.
The muzzle never covered his ears so Wolf could still clearly hear Tank as he chuckled, then clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he muttered in a truly authoritarian voice, “Let’s get to work”.
Wolf heard the floor creak as Tank moved to Wolf’s left. Ears twitching he heard the gentle screech of meta hinge swiveling open followed by Tank humming to himself.
“Let’s see… I wrecked your hole pretty well last time so we can probably start you out in the medium selection and begin your climb from there. No doubt your asshole remembers what to do”.
All that Wolf could do was twitch his ears and wag his tail in response.
Tank let out a staged, “Ah HA!” as he grabbed something and moved back behind Wolf. “Oh little pup’s excited ain’t he?” As he went to unbutton the back flaps on Wolf’s uniform, “Let’s make sure that he gets what he deserves”
Wolf heard the sound of lube being pumped out of a nozzle.
Moments later Wolf felt the silicone tip of the dildo circle around his asshole in a teasing fashion. Blinded and bound, the silicone point of the dildo registered more predominantly in Wolf’s mind than he cared to admit. After another few playful laps, the dildo zeroed in on its target and plunged in.
Even with the teasing, Wolf spasmed in response and tried to let out a gasp through the muzzle. Despite the twitching and clenching, Tank still maintained steady growing pressure on the toy and slowly pushed deeper into Wolf. Once it was far enough in, Tank began to loosen Wolf’s hole by wiggling the toy deeper, giving it a few varied thrusts, and rotating the dildo inside the squirming wolf’s body.
Once Tank was either satisfied with the results or bored with how well Wolf’s hole was reacting to the dildo he had, the pig gave it one more powerful thrust and slowly pulled out the toy, millimeter by millimeter, before dropping it onto the floor with a wet, ‘plop.’
Even without seeing it, Wolf knew what was going to come next.
Like in Saturday’s session, Tank repeated the cycle of walking back to the shelf, selecting the next size up toy, then returning back to wolf’s backside, to apply the lube and resumed his mission of opening Wolf’s hole all over again.
It continued over and over again, each toy getting bigger and bigger, and as Wolf’s rear and clothes became more and more drenched in lube. Some part of Wolf’s mind was curious about if the lube Tank used would stain his uniform. With the blindfold, Wolf could only focus on the squelching sounds of Tank’s toys parsing and sliding past his cheeks and grunts of Tank as he slowly started to put his weight behind every push.
With no way to know of the time and no clues of what was coming next, all Wolf could do was squirm and brace himself for whatever Tank had in store for him and just wait for him to finally be satisfied. Like before Tank went on to get through rows and rows of dildos until there was a pause in the action.
“Alright pup, looks like you’re primed for the pork,” Tank said after dropping a particularly textured toy as he began to shift his weight back and forth before leaning on top of Wolf. With nothing else to experience, Wolf felt Tank’s body heat as he lined up the head of his monstrously thick cock against Wolf’s gaping hole and ease it in.
The first thrust caused Wolf to see stars against the pitch black of his blindfolded. Even with all the training and warm up, Tank’s cock still filled up and stretched again the absolute edge of Wolf’s limits. Wolf’s breath staggered as Tank built up steam as his endurance just barely kept up with the rhythm. Eventually, after countless thrusts and grunts from Tank, Wolf registered that his dom began to slow down the pace and started to give deeper thrusts than normal.
As Tank took a deep breath, Wolf prepared the best he could for what was coming next. Following an extra strong and deep thrust into him, Wolf finally felt the additional pressure and warmth of Tank’s cum as it came erupting out of the pig’s cock, rushing even further inside as it flooded every nook and cranny of Wolf’s insides.
It must have been another impressive load because Wolf felt Tank lean a bit forward onto Wolf, to steady himself as he panted away. A half minute later Tank composed himself as he stood back up, slowly pulled out his cock, wiped the slimy residue on Wolf’s cheeks, and walked around to the front of Wolf.
Anticipating something more Wolf lifted his head up but was faced with disappointment when Wolf heard Tank falling back into the rubber easy chair followed by the sound of a bottle being uncorked and liquid pouring into a glass.
When Wolf heard the sound of Tank letting out a relieved sigh, he knew that it was break time. As Tank and wolf wound down, Wolf could not know for sure but he might have slipped in and out of sleep during that time in the blackness, either way, a knock on the door startled Wolf back to his senses.
“Come in,” Tank loudly answered.
The door opened up as a strong voice said, “Hey Tank, some of us were going to… oh I didn’t realize you were still breaking in the new guy.”
Wolf began wracking his mind, frantically trying to match the voice with the dozens of doms he was introduced to that day.
“Oh yeah, Tank replied, “I was just about to ship him back.”
“Mind if I?” The stranger asked.
“Oh no, go right ahead, I already loosened him up but you might have work still cut out for you. Is anyone else in the hallway?”
“Uhhhh… oh yeah! Hey Mask! We still got a straggler strapped in, do you have another one in you?”
In the distance, Wolf heard a muffled, ‘is it the new fresh meat that Tank was parading around? Yeah, I think I can muster something up.”
Wolf’s ears could pick up two pairs of footsteps cross through the door frame. One had a normal padded paw gait while the other shook the floor and table as he entered. The lighter footed, it must have been Mask, one his way to the front of Wolf as the heavier one positioned himself at his rear.
Wolf could feel a pair of far bigger and thicker hands descend on his sopping wet cheeks as the rhino groped and spread them apart
“Oh man, You really ruined him good and thorough. He’s almost ready to take me without breaking too much,” the stranger said to Tank before he grabbed Wolf’s ass and said, “I told you I was looking forward to pushing you to your limits, I just didn’t realize that it was going to be today.”
A flash of insight finally connected the stranger’s voice to the dom. It was Kilo, the rhino with that monstrous cock. That was the one that was positioned right behind him. Wolf’s breath quickened and adrenaline coursed through him as his body went on autopilot in its attempt to prepare for what Kilo had in store.
Before Tank could respond to what Kilo said, Wolf’s muzzle strap was yanked open. Instinctively, Wolf’s maw stretched open in a panic, gasping as he felt a pair of furry cheeks pressed right around his nose and lips.
“Fire in the hole,” Mask shouted as a jet of hot liquid came spraying out onto Wolf’s open muzzle.
The pungent stench assaulted and overpowered Wolf’s scenes as the skunk’s liquid spray shot into his mouth and up his nose burning his sinuses along the way. Wolf scrunched up his face in shock and disgust as he began coughing and sputtering.
Wolf could hear the other two doms cough and swear as they tried to catch their breath as well.
“Blimey,” Tank said through gasps, “at least turn on the fan beforehand!”
“What?” Mask responded coyly, “Didn’t you want the fresh meat to be fully broken in?”
Just as Wolf was about to spit out the rancid skunk spray when he felt the hood straps begin tightening as it forced his muzzle close, locking in the spray in his mouth and nose.
Kilo sputtered next and said, “Fuck, you almost knock me off my mojo with hit…luckily it takes much more than that to keep me from going limp…. Get ready pup.”
With that briefest warning, Wolf felt the entirety of the Rhino’s head push its way into Wolf’s ass. In Wolf’s mind’s eyes, it was thicker or on par with Tank’s fist.
Wolf squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as he felt Kilo’s cock never lighten up on the constant pushing. As the rhino leaned more and more into the table, Wolf could feel his hole strain and stretch to accommodate the rhino’s cock as it slid into and grazed over his tired prostate. Wolf could practically feel the individual veins press and twitch against his insides as Kilo continued his assault.
The agony kept going and going until Wolf finally felt Kilo’s hip come pressing into his lube covered cheeks. At that sensation, Wolf let out a muffled gasp of relief, taking solace in the fact that there were no more inches left of the behemoth.
Kilo picked up on that exclamation and in a deep and low voice said, “Congrats pup, you survived the warm ups, now it’s time to run the drills.”
Colors blasted across his blindfolded eyes as Kilo pulled out his cock and just rammed it back into Wolf, repeating it over and over again with the rhythm, speed, and power of a steam engine that violently rocked the table.
With nothing to see as a point of reference and the disgusting scent of Mask’s spray still sitting on his tongue and nostrils. All Wolf could do was writhe as all the sensations overpowered him; as tears forced their way from the bottom of the blindfold and ran down his face.
Wolf felt Kilo’s hands come down and pin his sides to the straining table to steady his body and table from rocking over. Wolf was struggling to even catch his break between thrusts, he had no idea how long the eternal plumbing was going to last. Eventually, through the constant pain and ecstasy, his body went numb.
The last thing Wolf remembered hearing was a distant grunt in a wave of numbed heat as the sound of gel plopping onto the floor entered his ears. Then it all went to black.
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The next thing that Wolf registered was claustrophobic darkness. As he came to his senses, he felt his limbs were now no longer restrained to metal legs, but instead confined by some bindings with his legs were laid out straight and his arms crossed over his chest. Wolf blinked and tried to open his mouth to gasp for air only to realize that the hood was still fastened. Stirring himself awake, Wolf wiggled his sore arms and legs against the walls and felt the familiar sensation of wooden boards against the back of his limbs.
“Oh hello, sleepyhead!” Wolf heard a familiar, yet muffled, voice say as it approached him.
After the sound of fiddling with the lid on the top of the container, Wolf felt a pair of hands reach down and start to undo the hood’s latches. Once Wolf’s eyes were basked in light. A groan escaped from Wolf as he closed his eyes to the sudden change. A few blinks later Wolf looked up and backlit against the living room lights he saw the face of Echo looking down at him with an expression that was a mix of concern and relief.
“The instructions on the box said not to open up until you came too.”
In a state of confusion and disorientation, Wolf only responded with a muffled ‘Wh-what?”
Echo ignored him as the German Shepherd’s eyes scanned up and down his husband’s body.
“Whoa, they must have put you through the wringer on your first day huh? I could smell you before they even carried you through the front door. Thankfully they included several tubs of tomato paste and other cleaning powder when they dropped you off here.”
Echo then went to work fiddling with something below Wolf’s neck. Craning downwards Wolf saw that his body was fastened to the full body wooden box with wire ties. ‘Like a doll’ a groggy thought commented as he watched his husband untwist the last restraint before extending a hand for Wolf to grasp and slowly eased him out of the box and to his aching feet.
“My my, what did they do to you today? They told me that you were going to be outfitted with a white uniform…” as Echo trailed off Wolf looked down and saw that on top of the faded piss yellow, the back of his legs and pants were stained with cum and lube.
Echo just tutted to himself and said, “It’s gonna take forever to even begin to take out those stains, but it looked like you had fun. Here I already have a nice warm tomato bath drawn up.”
Turning around, Wolf also registered that the small metal padlock was still fastened to the back of his neck.
Picking up on that detail Echo commented, “Oh yeah, so that’s what that’s for,” as he reached down to flip over the black wooden lid and peeled off a set of keys taped to the front.
Echo wrapped his arms around Wolf, undid the lock, and leaned in for an embrace.
After that, Echo led his husband upstairs towards his well-deserved bath.
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I decided to tackle this story, a week before I was planning on writing it, in part because I was obligated to deliver to all the amazing Avid Readers who partook in the voting poll but the other part was because I was feeling a bit tired writing about the Spray on Suit saga for a solid month. I wanted a change of pace and more importantly to knock this Poll Suggested story out first before I felt burned out on writing.
As many other times, this story starts out in the handler’s house as the sub does house chores in that maid outfit, opening with the handler deciding that it was time for both of them to go for an outing.
The maid outfit was something I threw in my first story on a whim for a bit of additional bit of writing spice as well as showing an additional level of control in the power dynamic. Now, like my choice of writing in the second person, I guess that maid outfit has become a staple in most ongoing short stories.
With this story I wanted to try something that wasn’t so gear focus while still having that classic power dynamic in place. That was is why I had the handler go off and pick out the clothes for the sub to wear.
With the undressing and dressing I decided to let the handler remove the chastity cage from the usually locked sub, causing a bit of extra tension and pressure for the sub to ‘control’ himself while having the additional senses of an erection pressed up against his blue jeans. To continue the plan of a power dynamic occurring without any of the traditional gear or items, which is why the lock came off and why I chose the underpants and T-shirt for the main focus on this story.
I will be 100 percent honest with all of you, the pink satin panties were something I threw in on a whim.
It was something added to the story when I was moving from notes to typing the rough draft. I knew that I was going to spend a dedicated amount of time describing the feeling of yourself against the underpants fabric, so in that moment I thought, ‘why not make them more fun and interesting than just plain white undies?’
The color pink and the material of the panties were just another detail. Like the later installment of the Mall Trip stories, I do like playing around the idea of concealing a risque thing under normal appearances.
While I don’t own a pair of those underpants, I do -like most people- have a pair of favorite underpants that i like to wear, so i took a few sentences dedicated to going into full exotic mode about the feel and sensation of the clothes on the sub and Voila! I just added a bit of cross-dressing spice to the story for practically nothing.
After the small little reverse strip tease we finally are able to get to the main object of this story the T-shirt with a naughty sex logo.
For the record, the “very popular exotic sex toy store” was suppose to be Bad Dragon. A friend of mine showed me that they had branded T-shirts and bumper stickers of just the logo and I realized that someone must have a ton of courage to ever slap a Bad Dragon bumper sticker on your car.
That was where the idea of the graphic T-shirt came from I wanted something that is only recognized and identified by someone within that particular group, like a insignia of a sports team or a comic book team. I don’t like to use copyrighted stuff in my stories, so I left the actual T-shirt logo vague and let the reader’s imagination fill in the blank.
With that item introduced I used it as a tool to build up the main suspense of the story with the sub being unsure who could be secretly kinky enough to pick up on the T-shirt’s logo while they were out in the public.
You might have noticed that I tend to use coffee shops a lot for my public outing stories, like from here and in the Mall Trip posts and you would be right! I chose that location because it’s an open and public location, with a lot of foot traffic, where people can sit down and chat for as long as they want and leave at the drop of a hat, no need to wait for a check from a waiter.
After a detailed walk to the cafe from the car with a touch of the sub’s body acting on it’s own accord with the extra sway in the walk because of the panties, and dash of findomming when the two were ordering the drinks at the cashier, it was finally time to introduce the main reason why the handler chose this place with that outfit.
Now, If you were gambling on trying to get someone to notice something it would make sense that you would have that thing, that person or that item, to be up and about most of the time and if it can have it constantly moving or at least sitting in a spot with the most visibility, so that every unsuspecting person could get a glimpse of the thing, in this case a shirt, if they decided to look up.
That was my train of thought that led the handler to order the sub around to get sugar for his drink, asking for napkins so on and so forth. Each time I tried to up and ante on the sub’s own fear and anxiety of getting caught, constantly scanning the room looking at people seeing if they were looking at him, looking to see if they saw what was on the shirt, reading their faces to see if they recognized it.
That part was easily exaggerated from the times I had an embarrassing stain or tear on my clothes and I’m too far away from changing outfits anytime soon. You might have experienced this from the rush of potential embarrassment when you realized you had a fly down and frantically looking around the room to see if anyone else noticed it before you.
I chose that no one -initially- recognized the sub’s T-shirts because the story didn’t need it. The embarrassment and suspense came from the sub’s own paranoia from withing and that was all that was needed to build story. Like the real world, I wanted the Handler to not get what he wanted. It was supposed to be a gamble for the handler as well and not everyone can win all the time.
That doesn’t mean that a meaningful conclusion was off the table. After the Handler left the cafe, leaving the sub to clean up after him (in another subtle example of no gear power play) it was then when I wrote for one of the cafe patrons made the discovery and connection.
For the ‘getting recognized’ moment I based that almost entirely off of the ways we all acknowledge and communicate with each other from across a crowded room. The ‘I see what you got there’ nod that so many do when we find someone sporting a video game sticker on a laptop when you heard something truly outlandish during a work meeting.
Following that quiet head nod moment the sub dashed to the handler’s car by going back to the story’s main theme of subtly sharing a naughty secret between people within a public place.
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“This entire thing was supposed to be just a short story…. With only three parts.”
That was the phrase I kept repeating over and over again as I kept cursing myself while I continued to keep writing more and more into this one installment. Even at a whopping 7.5 pages there was still so much that I had to cut from this story to keep myself on schedule.
The story started out with the tub of polish after doing a full day of chores. I wanted to provide a sense of continuity between all these parts and show off the side effects of spending the entire day doing the choirs on the sub’s latex body.
While I don’t have any latex stuff of my own did used to own a pair of dishwasher gloves and a know what happens to socks when you wear them in even the cleanest the house all day, hence the depictions of scuffs, soap residue on the hands and dust and crumbs clinging to the feet.
I did have to call up a friend as a reference on gear care for the depiction of the pre-treatment and what are the steps to take like while polishing up. Which was why I mentioned going to the bathroom and the laying out of towels on the ground.
For all the Patreon members here, I’ll let you in on a writing secret. The reason I was able to describe the polishing scene in such wonderful and intricate detail is because I just described the steps I take when washing my hands.
How Scandalous!
From cupping the soap into the palms then rubbing and lathering it the inside of the hands, then going on to the back of the hands then working between the fingers then down to the wrists, per the suggestion of the CDC. The rest of the polishing scene was just the steps of washing one’s own body in the shower with soap and a loofah. From hands to arms, chest, and torso then down the legs, it’s literally the same motions.
I did add the moment of the sub sticking his tongue out at his own reflection, to provide a change of pace from the polishing scene while highlighting what little power and control he had in expressing himself while in that suit.
When it came to the foot and toes moment, I’ll be honest I am not even a remote fan of that stuff. But it was incredibly easy to just add two paragraphs paying hyper focus attention on it for the enjoyment of someone out there on the internet. I can’t tell you how many times I have received so much praise for some small detail I added on a whim, something that cost me nothing except to spend a bit more and text time depicting it. Be careful though, because adding just one more little thing will soon turn into adding another then, then another and so and so forth until it balloons out of its initial scope and you’ll have a monstrosity of a story to work on.
Fun Fact: All of my suspense building scenarios throughout my stories can all be attributed to the famous H. P Lovecraft quote, “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” I love using the unknown and fear of the unknown in my stories to build suspense and anticipation because neither the sub nor the reader have a clue on what’s going to be thrown at them next.
The calm before the guest arrived is no exception. I just threw in another free bit of writing imitating how most people handle stress moments before they are called to perform in front of a stage, fidgeting with their hands or an item and drinking a bunch of water, and that scene was good to go.
With the guest entrance and getting that moment of them geared up I was gunning for the feeling of a locker room or backstage at a theater, a bunch of athletes or actors getting into their equipment and costume while amping each other up for the night’s big performance.
Oh boy, let me tell you it was difficult writing the entrance and following action scene without the ability for the sub to hear anything. Which is why I used the Notes and text messages earlier in the story, for this part I relied on all the non speaking ways people can ‘talk’ with each other. Which is why there’s such a focus on body language, head nods and body gestures. It was also done to show how the dom and sub were on the same wavelength for the entire night.
As for cut content, beyond the basic boots and harness with high visibility I had two other outfits for the sub to go through as well. One was a very feminine pink tutu set to play off of the contrasting colors of black and pink, while the other had metal chains, bracers and a heavy metal collar with a focus on the weight of it all and how the metal clink and clangs over the sub’s body.
On top of that that there was also planned to have a scene where the group orders pizza and the sub would be forced to watch the delicious pizza being served and eaten when all he could drink was more of that chalky slim fast shake. Both of those things were removed from the final product because to quote what I wrote in my notebook as I was at the writing stage of the story, “Fucking skip this shit”
But finally after the group action scene it was time for the handler to step up and reveal what was the big twist, the big reveal of where I wanted this story to go when I first drafted it back in July…. A handwritten note informing the sub that he’ll be forced to leave the house to get the solvent he wants while still being covered head to toe in latex.
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“Three of a kind” James proudly proclaimed as he threw his cards on the table, “read ‘em and weep”
A round of impressed whistles arose from the poker table as all eyes were now on Ben whose face was stone cold. He calmly flipped over his hand and answered with, “Straight.”
The wave of more impressed ‘ohhh’s’ came from the players as they turned their attention back to James, who swore as he stood up and began to slide off his underwear and flung it over the table, where Ben effortlessly caught it with his free hand and dropped it onto the pile of other clothes that comprised his winnings.
Now completely nude, James reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms as he look at people at the table All around the table were his friends, all in various states of undress, all except for Ben who was sitting right across from James.
“First to lose again!” Chimed in Alex
Ben scooped up all the cards and reshuffled the deck. He started dressed to the nines and he still had every single article of clothing on, he even had his black tie and stupid blazer that he insisted to wear every poker night.
These strip poker nights have been a long time tradition for Ben, James, and Alex, going back when they were in college when it started as a stupid drunken bet. Throughout the years it had become a constant event and then evolved into a standard weekly get-together every Friday night.
Josh was the first to be invited in as he joined into the fold as a friend and Alex eventually introduced Pat, his boyfriend, to the table once they both become comfortable. It was weird for both Josh and Pat at first but it soon became the norm.
No matter what happened, a constant that emerged from these poker nights was that James would always be the one to Bust Out first and be the first loser to be completely naked at the table.
“Busted out again” Alex chimed in once James took a seat. “If I had a nickel every time I saw your bare ass at this poker table, I’d be a rich man”.
“That’s was bullshit!” James spat out, “I was just starting my hot streak.”
“Suuuure” Josh said, “you’re always just in the middle of your best lucky streaks” barely containing the sarcasm.
“Oh fuck off, it’s true” James snapped back, “I know that I’m right”
“Well, “ Ben cooed “If James honestly thinks that he was actually beginning to feel his fabled winning streaks starting to take off, it would be a disservice to not have him continue,” he said with venomed honey in his voice.
As Ben spoke, his hand fished in his jacket pocket “Let’s allow him to keep playing, who knows, he might even win back some of his clothes, but if he loses, he has to wear this” as he flung something out.
James was stunned for a moment, fixated on the pair of panties unfurling and fluttering down onto the card table before looking back at Ben, who met his gaze with a wry smile. “If you want a way to buy back into the poker night, win back your clothes, and prove us all wrong… here’s your chance.”
Jame’s eyes darted between the pink panties and Ben, as he bit his lip in a deep calculation and pondered until he finally said, “Alright, I’m game. Deal me in.”
“Oh, that’s gonna make this round interesting” mewed Josh as Ben delt out the card to everyone.
James peered at this hand, a Queen and Ace. Trying not to let his confidence show, James slowly lowered his cards back onto the table and allowed himself to relax a bit as Ben laid out the first three cards: a Jack, 10, and an 8.
“I knew that my luck was able to turn around,” James thought to himself as he kept his face locked in a neutral expression.
…
“And James only has a high ace… looked like he’s the loser” Ben reported at the end of the round. “It’s a shame because you just needed a King to get a High Straight” as he gathered up all the cards and flicked the pink panties over to James.
Face flushed with defeat and embarrassment, James grabbed the panties and stood up to hastily slide them on. Despite how fast he moved, both Alex and Pat were both able to get in a holler and catcall.
James sat down, humiliated as the rest of the table laughed and made a snide remark. Ben cleared his throat and said, “well James, I gotta say, your luck almost pulled through for you back there… maybe it needed another warm-up round before it can really come out.” as he kept his eyes locked on James, he pulled a pair of fishnet stockings as from underneath the table. “Care for another, Jamie~? Who knows this might be the start of your triumphant return to earn back your clothes and finally come out on top as the winner…what do you say?”
“Fuck you all” James spat out over the taunts of Alex, Pat, and Josh. “I’ll show you all!” as he sat back down again.
With that, the card game continued into the night, as all the men played on. Rund after round after round, James kept losing, and round after round Ben kept pulling out another bit of clothing and offering James another chance to ‘win back big’.
A Skirt, top, hair bands, gloves, thigh highs, shoes, and so forth, Ben had it all prepared for James. The knowledge that Ben went through all that effort to taunt him only fueled James’ desire to stay in to win back all of his clothes and dignity.
…
It was well past midnight when Ben finally announced, “and with that, I’m out of clothes for James and he’s out of luck.” As all four looked at James, red in the face and fuming as he was fully decked out in his pink girly outfit.
“I don’t want to be keeping any of you longer than needed and I especially don’t want any of you walking out of here without your clothes” Ben continued as he began to hand his winnings back to Alex, Jost, and Pat.
“Hey!” James snapped once he realized that Ben purposefully skipped him. “What about me?”
“Oh, but James,” ben said as he put on a fake concerned face, “you already have your clothes on, you got them from this very tournament”
“Wait! You honestly expect me to walk out like this?” James proclaimed as he motioned towards himself as a roar of laughter came from his friends.
“Well,” Ben responded, “you can always stay the night, I’m sure I could find something that fits your…. accommodations.” as he raised his eyebrows on that last word.
That got another roar of laughter from the room as everyone was of putting on their clothes.
“Now that’s just cruel, benny” Alex added.
“Oh no, not at all” as Ben adjusted his tie, “he can always win back his clothes, and if his luck fails him next time…. Well, I have this whole week to come up with another way for him to stay in the game” with a malicious twinkle in his eyes.
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No one really knows exactly why Red in the Face and Cheeks started and anyone claiming they do is lying to you.
But here is where it started, the first one.
I wanted the first post to paint a scene of a BDSM fantasy but still be grounded in the realistic world. I thought a good power exchange to explore would be a stay at home sub with a bread-winning dom.
I didn’t want a high gear and intense action to show off the power dynamic, so i wrote about a sub just staying at home doing chores and preparing a mixed drink made just in time to greet the dom after a long day. A simple concept.
I dedicated a paragraph to the description of the sub’s minimal, yet still taboo maid outfit was done to serve as juxtaposition to the handler’s normal clothes, as he returned from his normal day job.
The handler’s entrance and interaction with the sub, especially at the dinner table, was done to establish that this dynamic isn’t new or exciting anymore. Having the sub spending the day chores and preparing dinner and having the Handler casually respond to be greeted with a drink and dinner is just the norm and should be viewed as as a mundane and expected by both of them.
Because this is a Naughty Story, there has to be a bit of fun during and after dinner.
Again I wanted to depict this type of relationship as normal with the sub going straight to the bed, getting into position, and complying with everything just from the dom’s one command.
The plug and the ‘No Conversations’ elements were my way of introducing new information and plot twists half way through the story keeping the readers on their toes.
The plug was another normal thing for them, so there was no need for either characters to draw attention to it until it was acted upon.
The plug holding back all that lube was a fun work around on my end to try my best to realistically depict a porno scene where the people go right at it without any lube or prep time. It’s a more believable detail within the story to assume that if the sub was at home all day it could stand to reason that he could have time to groom himself for that evening.
Introducing the ‘no conversation’ rule was added to show another layer of the power dynamic and to surprise the reader since wasn’t revealed that it was an established rule until it was broken.
The bedroom scene is mostly standard, well…. Relatively standard all things considered. I did read in another story/comic the idea that the size of a sub’s toys shouldn’t be bigger than the dom’s size, to make the real thing more exciting and impressive and I unabashedly -100%- stole that idea for this story. As T. S Eliot once said, “good writers borrow, great writers steal.”
The post sex scene was a fun punishment for breaking the rules and keeping the fun going well into the evening. It also was the start of one of my writing habits of leaving most of my stories open ended on the off chance I would want to return back to that particular scenario/topic and expand on in the future.
Fun Fact! I have constantly used The Handler and [You] as on going characters for my stories because I am incredibly lazy.
I really don’t want to constantly go around creating new characters and spend my energy introducing each one to the story and end up wasting time describing their looks, features and their introduction into this world with every new story. Not when I could easily just make it about [You] and jump into the meat and potatoes of the plot.
Although I have no doubt that the Point of View perspective of my writing has helped some readers to more easily insert themselves into my stories.
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Time for some Fun Facts!
Fun Fact #1: This entire ‘Spray on Suit’ series was only supposed to be only three parts. With the plan being to have an installment for the application of the spray on latex, another one depicting what a mundane day of a sub in latex would be as well as entertaining the guests that was teased at the end of this particular post and then the third part would be the secret finale that I had planned out from the get go.
But my attention to detail just kept adding to the story and my desire to constantly hit a weekly deadline forced me to break it up to (hopefully) only five parts.
Fun Fact #2: I have almost never participated in any of the things I have written about in my stories, from either the Handler or Reader’s side. Surprising I know! I get around this writing hurtle by thinking of any personal experiences I had that are similar to the things I was planning to write and then using that as a base for these kinky scenarios.
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The first three paragraphs depicting the amnesic moments of confusion when waking up in a latex suit, I just drew upon the times I would wake up from a deep sleep when I stayed at a hotel room.
Where the bed and sheets were different than you were used to, how the temperature or atmosphere of the room might not have been quite right and how the background sounds of the hotel were not the ones I was used to in my regular bedroom. Then I added the description of the rubbing of latex on latex (because I had to remember that the sub’s ears were plugged) to sell that scene.
The two bottles by the bed was from me critically thinking of how a sub could eat and drink during this extended time with a ring gag attached. He couldn’t eat or chew normal food so the humane and realistic option to provide nutrition that wouldn’t cause someone to remove the ring gag was those Slim-fast/ Soylent meals in a shake product.
The bottles by the bed also serves my ever constant theme that the handler does provide aftercare to the sub, no matter how extreme the situation. Who says romance is dead?
For the depiction of latex when the sub stretches, while I never wore latex I have had my fair share of time wearing uncomfortably sized clothes, costumes and accessories. I just recalled how the clothes would pinch or pull taunt against me whenever I tried extending my body and there you go!
The whole scene of the handler inspecting your body I just remembered the time I had to be sized up for fitted clothes, how someone put me up on a stand and moved around my body with a tape measure and took my measurements. The process itself was just from critically thinking of the most logical next step if somebody wanted to do a full body inspection and started at the arm.
Someone would start at the arm, go to the fingers then back up the arm towards the shoulders, across the back to the other side then down to the legs. While paying special attention to the goods because this is a Naughty Story.
The handwritten notes was a narrative work around to how the handler could possibly give orders to the sub when he was almost completely deafened by the ear plugs wedged in his latex covered ears.
The chores were the easiest thing to write about, because the latex suit would not cause too many movement restrictions from doing any of those tasks. The dishes was the most fun to write about, since I just had to write about how it normally feels doing the dishes with those thick dish washing gloves and write about the feeling the water rushing over you when you weren’t actually getting wet. From there all that I needed to do was sprinkle in a description of the high color contrast of the yellow soapy sponge, the white plate and the jet black latex gloves and the scene was pretty much good to go.
The phone part was tough, trying to imagine how the touchscreen would work with the suit. Thankfully I have a friend who had a vast wardrobe of latex clothes who I was able to ring up and ask him how well latex works on smartphone touchscreens. I then sprinkled in a touch of frustration from not having the phone being as responsive with the latex and thus it produced a bit of extra story fluff with rummaging through the room for a touch stylus to finally get the text message from the handler and cause a cliffhanger for the next installment.
I hope I was able to describe a good enough in-depth look at how I wrote this particular post. If you have any more questions about anything I missed, send me a message I’ll gladly go over it with you.
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It was a cold winter night at your handler’s place, you were waiting in the living room as he prepared himself. Your handler has been looking forward to this all month, the night where the club was hosting their big Christmas party. This year the club decided to forgo their VIP late-night get together and instead open it up to the public.
The VIP members coordinated it all out and of course, they volunteered their subs to be part of the festive entertainment one way or another. Your handler and the rest of the VIP doms were staying very secretive about what they were planning, making sure to organize well outside of yours or anyone’s wandering ears. All that you could gather from snippets of heavily coded conversations was that it was going to be big and that after thanksgiving your handler took you to get professionally measured again.
As you kept pondering over the facts and your theories, the bedroom door handle rattled open as your handler emerged. You were taken aback by what you saw. Instead of any of his normal dominator outfits of pure black leather pants, vest, gloves, biker cap, and metal accessories he was festive.
He was wearing a green with a gold trim vest and matching green booty shorts. On his head was a green pointed cap and upon each ear was a prosthetic ear mold that made them look pointed.
In your surprise, you almost let loose a bark of laughter but stifled it into an unconvincing cough. Your handler just stood there, not breaking his pose nor demeanor. He waited until you realized how much of a mistake you were making and composed yourself before saying, “If I look this ridiculous now, just imagine what’s in store for you.”
That statement quieted you real quick as your mind began racing to figure out what exactly was in store for you. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to start at his place because your handler promptly ushered you to the front door, into the frigid cold.
You sat in the passenger seat as he drove you to the club. It was almost six o’clock but from what scarce information you could get out from the festive celebration planning committee, this event started at four in the evening and was scheduled to go all night long. When you arrived at the club the line was already snaking around the corner.
Your handler drove by towards the separate staff and VIP member’s lot. As he pulled in, you saw more than a half dozen other couples mingling around their cars. As the car light passed over them you saw the row of doms in the identical elf outfits next standing next to their own normal clad subs. From just the briefest of glances of the way the subs held themselves and how close they clung to their partner’s side, you knew that they were as much in the dark as you.
Once you and your handler got out, everyone started to group up and move towards the main entrance. All of you walked past as the bouncers let you all in with a smile and a nod. Past the doors, you were welcomed to a wintery wonderland.
Wreaths were hung on every door, the banisters and barstools were wrapped in garlands of holly, club remixed Christmas music was playing over the speakers and all of the club’s furniture was dusted with a layer of fake snow. The place almost looked warm and wholesome. If it was not that at every other table were club models standing or posing while wearing nothing but ribbon, some tinsel, and a strategically placed bow.
‘This must have taken all day to get into place.’ you thought to yourself as you and the rest of the subs took in the sights of the decorations. In the packed club, you saw that the guests were in a mix of festive clothes and traditional kink gear.
Your handler stepped out in front, no longer looking out of place in his elf outfit, and said, “Over here, we have a special job for you all” as he and the other doms led the far end of the club to the backstage door.
Stepping through that door you were welcomed to a bit of kinky normality as the presence of the festive music faded away to be replaced with the sights and sounds of the club’s backroom.
A slew of stagehands was dashing around helping models with their makeup while attaching and fixing their ribbon and tinsel wrappings as a handful of others were running through the hallway barking and relaying various status updates about the lights, inventory from the bar, and orders from the kitchen. Then off in the corner, the other staff and bartenders were sitting down, eating their bagged lunch, and enjoying their breaks
One of the headsets wearing stagehands hurriedly approached the group with his eyes darting between your handler and his clipboard as he started to count the people, “one, two… four five..six… seven and you. Are these for the-”
“Ah ah ahh~,” your handler said, cutting him off with a mock playful voice while bringing his finger to his lips.
The stagehand paused for a moment, mouth agape, before rolling his eyes and correcting himself, “… for the ‘special surprise’?” in an exaggerated tone.
“Yes, they are,” your handler beamed in a childish grin.
“…Fine,’ The stagehand signed before turning his attention towards the subs, “come along ‘helpers’, we need you in the makeup room.” Walking away as he snapped his fingers to a few stagehands walking by to get their attention. “..and for you all” as he turned back to address the doms “You guys can go back on to the floor, just don’t cause a scene.”
“No promises.” your handler replied with a wink as they departed back to the club.
The makeup room was empty. All the furniture and mirrors were pushed to the side to make room for the eight huge boxes laid out in a semicircle in the middle of the room, each one gifted wrapped in green paper and a golden ribbon bow onto each one.
You waited a moment, eyes locked on the boxes, waiting to see if anything would jump out from them. Sensing the hesitation from the group, the head stagehand let out an impatient sigh, “Do you guys not know a present when you see one? Honestly, I don’t know what your doms put you through… Go on, open them! Chop chop!”
Letting down your guard a bit you broke away from the group to slowly approach the box in the middle with your name on the tag, you tore away decorative paper, removing the cover to peer inside. You were met with a distinct shine and shimmer of freshly minted latex, neatly folded inside the box.
Confusion mounted as your hands reached out to grab the material, lifting it up and allowing it to unfold as you brought it up to eye level. It was a full body catsuit. A brand new going from neck to feet with gloves, a ball pouch, and cock sleeve.
Looking at it, you could tell that this was the result of the measurement session your handler scheduled for you. Looking back in the box you saw a high quality leather pony-like hood, with black glassy lenses for the eyes, and sockets on top of the head. Rested under that were some sticks and some bands for harnesses.
“Yes yes yes,” the head stagehand said, “Your Christmas gifts came early this year. All right bitches, strip down and suit up!”
On cue the stagehands sprung into action, grabbing gloves and bottles of lube on a shelf by the front door. They paired off with a sub, exchanging the bottle of lube for the sub’s clothes, folding them up, and placing them neatly aside. After that they went back to assist the subs to get evenly covered before helping them into the suits, making sure everything slid in the right places.
As you slid into yours, it was no surprise that the catsuit was perfectly made for you in every way but looking around at the others how they broke away stagehands to examine at themselves with amazement, flexing their arms and wiggling their toes and stroking their dicks in disbelief at how well the suits fit them.
Each stagehand switched out the gloves and pulled out a pocket-sized bottle of latex shiner and a blue rag, the smell of the shiner filled the air as they poured it on their cloth. They were diligent in making sure each one of the subs was properly polished to a mirror shine. When the helpers were done, eight shiny subs were awkwardly looking at each other as they stood next to their christmas presents.
The staff allowed you all that moment of inspecting their bodies before they soldiered on, taking the equine-ish hoods out, and began the process of helping each sub to put it on. The mask’s hole was a tight fit but after a push, your head rushed through as you were greeted by the sensation of your own hot breath bouncing back from your hood and onto your lips and your nostrils filling with the scent of new leather. Your stagehand took an extra moment of wiggling and adjusting the hood, making sure the eyes and mouth aligned up perfectly with the holes before letting go.
As this was happening you heard the slightly muffled barks of the head stagehand, “Make sure there are no gaps between the neck and the hoods, especially with Baldur over there. I don’t want this show or these costumes ruined because we had to peel him out of it if he starts breaking out later in the night!”
Once all the leather hoods were on and properly fastened on to the standards of the production manager, the stagehands went back to the boxes pulling out a pair of jet black antlers. Your head and shoulders sagged as you let out a groan, realizing what the big secret surprise was.
You bent your knees and bowed your head to assist your helper as he fastened the accessories with a push and twist onto your hood.
Following that you heard the manager say, “looks good, look good, but let’s step it up. Curtain time’s almost here and I do NOT want to keep the big man nor the guest waiting a minute more than they have to.”
At that comment, the stagehands redoubled their pace as they went back to the opened boxes and scooped up the black leather straps in their arms. Now that they were no longer obscured by the catsuit, hood, and antlers you saw that every single one was lined with bright shiny golden bells with matching metal hoops. Lifting your arms out, you allowed the stagehand to fasten the chest harness, biceps, forearms, thigh, and calf straps onto you.
When everything was done, eight black and gold shiny glinting reindeers stood in the room. As you examined the others it was almost impossible to identify the subs underneath the hoods and gear.
“Looking good, looking good. Alright reindeers, move out! We need you at this stage now. Let’s go…. MUSH!” the head stagehand said, waving his clipboard, motioning all of you out the door and into the hallway.
A small symphony of bells rang from the room as all of you filed out into the backstage hallway and past the group of workers, all paused to stare at the parade of reindeer marching towards the main stage. Hearing bartenders and models’ murmurs you tried to keep your head up and eyes forward. Approaching the stage, you saw what everyone was trying to hide.
The stage that was normally reserved for the night’s pole dancers and strippers has been redecorated to fit the festive theme of the rest of the club on the other side of the curtain.
The stripper poles were all covered in the same garlands of holy, spiraling from the ceiling to the floor. Fake fluffy snow carpeting the floor with plastered snowman statues scattered around the snowy banks.
White wooden arches were placed at the beginning and end of a cleared-off path that led from the one side of the stage, circling to the main prop in the center stage, then ending on the other side. The centerpiece of it all was a giant red and gold sleigh. Looking at it, you hoped that it was either not meant to be pulled or not that heavy.
“So here are my trusty reindeers for the Big Night. Just look at them all!” said a man with a booming voice. Even before turning your head, but doing so out of respect, you knew who he was, the owner of the club. Your eyes set on him and you instantly realized what role he was going to play tonight.
He was decked out in a long red and white coat with matching pants, a belt with a huge published belt buckle, and shiny black boots. His coat was wide open, exposing his board and chiseled torso and a red and black harness sitting on his chest. On top of his head was a Santa hat.
“I thank each and every one of you for being volunteers for tonight’s event,” he continued, addressing all of the Reindeers. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, just never had the resources to pull it off until now,” he said with genuine joy in his voice as the stagehands were busy dashing around him and the stage, carrying out the last few fixes as another carried a huge burlap bag to behind the sleigh as another handed him a black leather flogger.
“Alright that’s everything” proclaimed the head stagehand, “help our reindeers into their spots. Places everyone!”
Eight stagehands peeled away from the group to help direct you and the rest of the subs to the front as they began to attach the black straps from the sleigh to the harnesses. Once everyone was in position and double-checked by the stage manager he spoke something into his headset. A few moments later the bumping Christmas club music faded away as the DJ’s voice spoke over the sound system.
“Merry Christmas cretins, I hope you all are getting into the Christmas spirit as well as enjoying the Christmas spirits!” A roar of buzzed cheers rose up as an answer.
“Ok, ok, well let’s get ready for our main event.” the DJ continued, “We have a very special guest tonight. The club had to pay extra for rush delivery but he’s worth every penny. Gentlemen, I have the great honor to introduce, all the way from the North Pole, Father Christmas and his reindeers!”
The crowd exploded with excitement as the stage curtain rose. From behind you, you heard the club owner’s microphoned voice let out a hearty “HO! HO! HO!” that dwarfed the crowd’s reaction “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
You could only guess that the owner was waving his hand to the people since the subs were explicitly ordered to keep their head forward and ‘act as reindeer-ish as possible’ whatever that meant.
Per your orders you kept your eyes forwards, looking at all guests excitedly slamming their fists on the tables. As you watched the chaos, you saw your handler and the other elf doms weaving through handing out drink tokens. As this was all happening you were grateful that no one could identify you were right now and that all of the guests were at their tables and you were a good distance away on the stage.
After a few minutes, the DJ continued to say, “Of course, no Santa visit would be complete without pictures and presents! Which is why we are encouraging all of our guests to make their way to the stage to meet the big man of Christmas himself! All we ask is to be careful of Santa’s reindeer, they’re a bit skittish from their long flight, so please, restrain yourself to only light groping at this time.”
Your heart dropped at that, as that one bit of comfort and security of the night got pulled from under you. From what you saw out of the corner of your eye, the reindeer to your left started twitching his head left and right. You figured he and possibly the rest of your herd was going through the same realization.
At once all of the club guests got up from their seats and made their way to the right hand side of the stage, where one of the elf workers corralled them in a somewhat orderly line.
The line started at one of the wooden arches, halfway between you and the sleigh which meant you were forced to stand at attention as every single club member waited next to you in line.
“I wonder who’s who under there”
“Look at all that gear, they really went all out”
“Wow they got real sleigh bells, you can hear them jiggle”
“Oh you can see which ones are totally erect right now, I see you little calf.”
“We should sign you up for this next year”
“I wonder if they’re plugged under there”
The line moved slowly as each person was let through the arches, with the coordination of another elf worker. From what you could hear, the club owner was welcoming each one, asking if they have been naughty or nice this year, followed by stagehand instructing them on their placement, then a flash of light.
From your left, you saw the guest then walk off the stage with their photo and a heavy gift bag with a cock shaped candy cane sticking out much to the excited murmurs of those in line.
The first few were too mesmerized by the experience and presents that they neglected reindeers on the left hand side but as the line progressed the leaving members made sure to give plenty of attention to the other half of the herd.
For the better part of an hour that was all that happened in the club as all you stood there as the guests ogled at you, talked to themselves, and stayed thru to their word to keep the groping of your body to a relatively light amount
Eventually, the line began to thin out and then finally ended as everyone got their photos and presents from Santa.
As the last guest returned to their table the DJ’s voice spoke through the sound system yet again, “Well it looks like Santa has to go but as an extra present to all the good boys here, he’s leaving his reindeers here for some ‘reindeer games’”
The crowd went wild.
With that comment four of the original elf doms that you came in with walked on stage, pulling wheeled wooden pillory in each hand, as a fifth was carrying out piles of soapboxes as they started to line them up. The club began to move up from their seats to make their way back on stage.
Adrenaline pumping you saw that each pillory was fitted with a curved stick that held a bundle of fresh mistletoe right above the center hole.
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It was a beautiful sunny spring day. The long winter months were over and everyone was celebrating the end of the uncaring cold by taking a break outside. Out of all the outdoors, the park was the best spot to soak up the sun.
Ash, the nine tailed kitsune, decided to dig out their favorite blouse and skirt for such a special occasion. On the way over, Ash stopped by the grocers for a cup of cherries before continuing on their adventure. As Ash walked through the park, they savored each cherry in their mouth followed by crunching the seeds to bits.
While popping the fruit on their walk, the kitsune was keeping their sharp vulpine eyes peeled, scanning the green fields, inventory of the attendees, as well as the sights and sounds of the reawakened nature of the park.
The kappas were playing in the warm pond, pixies were darting around the bushes, and fairies fluttering between the flowers. Everything was so alive, the air was sweet with a bouquet of fresh-cut grass and blooming spring flowers. As Ash snaked around the path, it was then the kitsune spotted her. The fox knew in an instance what she was, the most beautiful thing in the entire park.
The succubus was sitting on a picnic blanket under a cherry blossom tree. She had rich purple skin, with silky black hair that fell her back. On the top of her head were two-midnight black horns branching out to form two sturdy antlers. What Ash was most enchanted by was the succubus’s dazzling green eyes, they were two beautiful emeralds set into the soft velvet face that sparkled as they caught the light of the midday sun. The only thing that marred her perfect presence was the company she kept.
Across from the blanket was her guest, a big muscular red dragon who was busy setting out the plates and spreads from the wicker picnic basket, taking extra care to lay out the food in the most pristine layout while bushing the cherry blossom petals off of the blanket.
Disgust splattered across the kitsune’s face as they examined the dragon. ‘What a terrible pairing’ Ash thought to themselves as they went from examining the beautiful succubus to the boring dragon bringing out the tray of sandwiches.
“Well….” the fox said to themselves licking their lips, as their tongue ran over their lips, “Let’s see if I can’t change that” as all of the fox’s tails twitched with excitement as an idea raced through their mind. Ash pivoted and started walking off the path, right towards the happy couple.
Eyes locked on the succubus, Ash strode right onto the picnic blanket, making an extra effort to kick the tray of sandwiches over as they stood in the middle of the blanket, snapping to attention towards the succubus and back directly to the red dragon.
“You seem far too gorgeous to be in a place like this. Let’s talk.” Ash spoke in a sly and confident voice.
Immediately the dragon sprung to his feet snarling “What the hell do you think you’re doing, bub?” as smoke started to curl around his nostril and end of his mouth.
Canning their head back, locking eyes to the protesting dragon, Ash just said, “Hush. Take a seat and watch how it’s done.” in a strong, concrete, unchallengeable tone. The red dragon continued to maintain eye contact with the ninetailed fox as his muscles tensed, waiting to spring into action. After a minute of staring at Ash, the dragon blinked. His murderous glare and snarl on his face remained fixed on Ash but his body slowly began to relax and eased him back onto the blanket.
Once the dragon was properly seated, Ash turned their attention back to the succubus, licking their lips before asking the question, “care to give me your name?”
Astonished by the sudden events, the succubus was too taken aback the demon stumbled out a response, “Azaeryxih”.
“Azaeryxih”, Ash repeated it back as if they was rolling that word around their lips and tongue as if the name was a fresh cherry. “That’s a good name,” Ash confessed, “but Aza is a bit sweeter, isn’t it? …So Aza, tell me about yourself.”
“Why should I?” spat the demon in response.
“Oh!” Ash responded with a bit of genuine surprise in their voice, “This one got a bit of spice in this one…What a treat” Ash followed up with a wry smile.
“Well If your tongue is unwilling to tell me…” mewed Ash “… I have other ways to find out exactly what type of person you are,” as the fox leaned in, keeping their eyes locked on the succubus’s green eyes.
Peering into the past her slitted pupil’s Ash started to search the inside of Azaeryxih’s wicked soul, hummed, and let out a small whistle as they examined it. The same way one would act inspecting the engine under the hood of a sports car.
“Let’s see, let’s see…. Such a strong will, a good head on your shoulder and that means you come with a stubborn streak. But anyone could already tell you that. What I’m interested in is things a bit deeper,” Ash said, putting an extra bit of emphasis on the last part of that sentence.
“Oh, my my my my! You sure have a naughty side to you, huh?” The ninetails said with amusement
Azaeryxih blushed as she tried to shrink away in protest “no, I-”
“Don’t try to deny it, love,” the kitsune interrupted, “ I can see it right here” advancing in to keep the distance.
“I can see it bright as day, right here, imprinted onto you. Your tastes are so wild it would make a lesser person run away in fear…but not me” Ash chimed in wicked delight
“And looking a bit dear…I see…oh! A hidden truth that you are trying to suppress, even now. It seems like you’re…” Ash said, trailing off like they were looking for a lost item before exclaiming, “that you’re getting bored with your boyfriend right now.”
Azaeryxih quietly gasped and blushed an even deeper shade of purple at that remark. At the same time, the red dragon snapped out of his stupor to let out a “What the hell are you talking about?” You don’t know anything-”
A swishing tail battled and interrupted the boyfriend.
“Do you hear the lady protesting?” Ash scoffed as they kept their eyes locked with the completely flustered succubus. A gust of wind rolled by, shaking the tree, letting loose a shower of the pink flower petals from the branches. “You have such a wonderful promise” the kitsune fox continued “let’s see what needs to be changed to make you reach your full potential.” the kitsune said with vigor and an electric spark arcing between their lips.
Azaeryxih shuddered in anticipation at that remark.
“Let’s go back a full look at you,” Ash said as if they were taking a step back from a huge block of marble, “Well that stubbornness just has to go” Ash smiled as they said.
“Yes dear, just look at that shield have planted down in your mind, do me this favor and lower it for me, in fact just let it fall completely”
“Just… let it fall” echoed, Aza said in a deepening daze.
“There you go,” cooed Ash in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“I’m keeping your naughty and kinky streak, there’s enough there that I don’t even need to change a thing…oh that streak continued behind your stubbornness. Is that… Oh MY! You have quite a submissive side to you”.
At that revelation, the succubus let out a small whimper as the dragon barked out, “Oh now I know you’re full of it, Azaeryxih isn’t sub-”
That comment was met with a loud slap from one of Ash’s tail
“No, it’s as clear as can it, there’s no denying it, isn’t that right Aza?”
The entranced succubus sharpened inhaled in fear and embarrassment to the direct question.
“So what is stopping you from embracing that aspect of you?” mewed Ash “Your first step can by breaking your dragon boyfriend right now, you don’t need him”
“Leaving….him,” Aza said softly with glassy eyes.
“Yes and the more I think about it…leaving your old life behind would do wonders for you. From what I see most of your current life is just acting as an obstacle, preventing you from reaching that great potential I see in you.”
“Yes,” Aza answered with some fear in her distant voice.
“Such a fine thing like you needs a place to fully stretch out your wings while under the guidance of someone with your best interests in mind, to shape and mold you to be the best pet you can possibly be.”
“…yes…” moaned Aza, fidgeting as she stood stock still under the gazing eyes of Ash.
“To reach your full potential, you might want to move in with me. Some part of you already know that I am more than skilled to bring out and nurture that part of you that you crave to be”
“Yes,” Aza said with her breath getting caught in her throat.
“Of course, you want that,” Ash said as a smile spread across their lips “Speak it for yourself. Make it real.”
In a rush of ecstasy, Aza starts gushing out everything, “I want to let go of it all. I want to be a pet, a little submissive plaything for someone else, anyone else. I want to be told how to act, how to dress, and how to be used. Every moment of every day”
“What-?” the red dragon said weakly as the demon finished her spiel, “Azaeryxih, this isn’t you…. No… noo..” He trailed off as Ash whipped his head back towards him and spat, “This is who she has always been, Hush! Another word out of you and you’ll be next.”
“I- -” the dragon sputtered as Ash turned back to lock eyes with their Aza.
“So dear, is that the future you want?” as Ash leaned in with a tone of a cobra moments away from landing the fatal blow, “Forever and always?” Teased the kitsune, putting an extra bit of emphasis on the last three words.
“For-ever…. and always” the succubus whispered in a breathy voice.
“Then so be it” responded the kitsune as they leaned in to seal it with a kiss. As the lips locked from her eyes Aza’s eyes widened in shock as she was pulled out of the trance.
Aza’s eyes refocused, blinking the daze away as Ash pulled away. As she looked up at Ash, she began to examine kitsune in a new light.
The fox stared back down and simply said “Come on little pet, you’re mine now… let’s get out of here. I want to see what else I can make of you,” ash said in a slightly sterner voice as they extended a bent arm to Aza
“Oh ok, ~” giggled the succubus as she immediately latched on and clung to the kitsune’s side as the fox led her out from under the cherry blossom tree, making a B-line straight out of the park. Leaving the bewildered dragon, stunned, and by himself at the ruined picnic spot.
*** Epilogue***
Ash walked through the crowd followed closely by Aza. The mall was packed and nearly every head was turned as the two walked by. While Ash was wearing their normal blouse, skirt, and stockings, an outfit which would always garner a few looks, the crowds’ main attention was on Aza.
Ash made good on their word and as soon as both of them got home the kitsune went to work on their new prey. Week and weeks went by as the fox went in to break her down and rebuild her personality in a ‘better way’ and then repeat the process over and over again until Ash was one hundred percent satisfied with the end result. In the end, the only remaining thing left of Azaeryxih was her deep sexually submissive streak which Ash made sure to bring upfront and center, forcing her to embrace it as well as enhance it.
Physically the succubus was the same but where once a sensibly dressed lady stood a changed woman. She was strutting around in a bright pink outfit. She was now wearing a pink tank top and a bra that pushed her breasts up and out for all to see. He was also wearing a skirt that was noticeably inadequate to cover the frilly pink and white panties underneath and anyone who stood too close to the demon could hear the unmistakable buzzing sound coming from that area. The most drastic change was Azaeryxih’s face, where once her natural beauty and wit framed her face, it was now hidden under a thick layer of makeup and a dizzy gaze.
As they both walked through the quickly parting crowd Ash heard a desperate “Azaeryxih!? I-is that you?” from up ahead. Scouting to see where the voice came from Ash let out a small groan.
Pushing against the crowd was the red dragon that was at the park. His tired eyes locked on the demon with a mix of relief and shock.
“Azaeryxih…is that you? Oh baby I’ve been calling and searching for you all this time…where have you been?” as he collapsed to his knees in front of her.
Aza gave the dragon one quick one over before letting out a bubbly giggle, “My, you’re a hunk, aren’t you?” as Ash stepped in between the two of them.
“What do you want?” the fox said, with scorn on their lips.
A flicker of hesitation dashed across the dragon’s face as he stumbled for a moment before earnestly answering, “I want to be with my Azaeryxih again, I was so worried about her.”
Ash groaned, rolling their eyes before being struck with a moment of inspiration. Turning Ash’s vulpine eyes down at the kneeling dragon, the kitsune asked “You just want to be with her, is that right?”
Jumping at the answer before he could even give it another thought he answered “Yes! More than anything, please…. I miss her so much.”
Running their tongue over their lips, Ash replied “So be it, come along little dragon I always wanted a spare rubber pet kicking around the house….But you’ll need a bunch more work before I’ll be happy with you, come along.”
Quietly the dragon got up from the floor and followed the nine-tailed kitsune out of the mall, back to their home.
***
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It was a beautiful sunny spring day. The long winter months were over and everyone was celebrating the end of the uncaring cold by taking a break outside. Out of all the outdoors, the park was the best spot to soak up the sun.
Ash, the nine tailed kitsune, decided to dig out their favorite blouse and skirt for such a special occasion. On the way over, Ash stopped by the grocers for a cup of cherries before continuing on their adventure. As Ash walked through the park, they savored each cherry in their mouth followed by crunching the seeds to bits.
While popping the fruit on their walk, the kitsune was keeping their sharp vulpine eyes peeled, scanning the green fields, inventory of the attendees, as well as the sights and sounds of the reawakened nature of the park.
The kappas were playing in the warm pond, pixies were darting around the bushes, and fairies fluttering between the flowers. Everything was so alive, the air was sweet with a bouquet of fresh-cut grass and blooming spring flowers. As Ash snaked around the path, it was then the kitsune spotted her. The fox knew in an instance what she was, the most beautiful thing in the entire park.
The succubus was sitting on a picnic blanket under a cherry blossom tree. She had rich purple skin, with silky black hair that fell her back. On the top of her head were two-midnight black horns branching out to form two sturdy antlers. What Ash was most enchanted by was the succubus’s dazzling green eyes, they were two beautiful emeralds set into the soft velvet face that sparkled as they caught the light of the midday sun. The only thing that marred her perfect presence was the company she kept.
Across from the blanket was her guest, a big muscular red dragon who was busy setting out the plates and spreads from the wicker picnic basket, taking extra care to lay out the food in the most pristine layout while bushing the cherry blossom petals off of the blanket.
Disgust splattered across the kitsune’s face as they examined the dragon. ‘What a terrible pairing’ Ash thought to themselves as they went from examining the beautiful succubus to the boring dragon bringing out the tray of sandwiches.
“Well….” the fox said to themselves licking their lips, as their tongue ran over their lips, “Let’s see if I can’t change that” as all of the fox’s tails twitched with excitement as an idea raced through their mind. Ash pivoted and started walking off the path, right towards the happy couple.
Eyes locked on the succubus, Ash strode right onto the picnic blanket, making an extra effort to kick the tray of sandwiches over as they stood in the middle of the blanket, snapping to attention towards the succubus and back directly to the red dragon.
“You seem far too gorgeous to be in a place like this. Let’s talk.” Ash spoke in a sly and confident voice.
Immediately the dragon sprung to his feet snarling “What the hell do you think you’re doing, bub?” as smoke started to curl around his nostril and end of his mouth.
Canning their head back, locking eyes to the protesting dragon, Ash just said, “Hush. Take a seat and watch how it’s done.” in a strong, concrete, unchallengeable tone. The red dragon continued to maintain eye contact with the ninetailed fox as his muscles tensed, waiting to spring into action. After a minute of staring at Ash, the dragon blinked. His murderous glare and snarl on his face remained fixed on Ash but his body slowly began to relax and eased him back onto the blanket.
Once the dragon was properly seated, Ash turned their attention back to the succubus, licking their lips before asking the question, “care to give me your name?”
Astonished by the sudden events, the succubus was too taken aback the demon stumbled out a response, “Azaeryxih”.
“Azaeryxih”, Ash repeated it back as if they was rolling that word around their lips and tongue as if the name was a fresh cherry. “That’s a good name,” Ash confessed, “but Aza is a bit sweeter, isn’t it? …So Aza, tell me about yourself.”
“Why should I?” spat the demon in response.
“Oh!” Ash responded with a bit of genuine surprise in their voice, “This one got a bit of spice in this one…What a treat” Ash followed up with a wry smile.
“Well If your tongue is unwilling to tell me…” mewed Ash “… I have other ways to find out exactly what type of person you are,” as the fox leaned in, keeping their eyes locked on the succubus’s green eyes.
Peering into the past her slitted pupil’s Ash started to search the inside of Azaeryxih’s wicked soul, hummed, and let out a small whistle as they examined it. The same way one would act inspecting the engine under the hood of a sports car.
“Let’s see, let’s see…. Such a strong will, a good head on your shoulder and that means you come with a stubborn streak. But anyone could already tell you that. What I’m interested in is things a bit deeper,” Ash said, putting an extra bit of emphasis on the last part of that sentence.
“Oh, my my my my! You sure have a naughty side to you, huh?” The ninetails said with amusement
Azaeryxih blushed as she tried to shrink away in protest “no, I-”
“Don’t try to deny it, love,” the kitsune interrupted, “ I can see it right here” advancing in to keep the distance.
“I can see it bright as day, right here, imprinted onto you. Your tastes are so wild it would make a lesser person run away in fear…but not me” Ash chimed in wicked delight
“And looking a bit dear…I see…oh! A hidden truth that you are trying to suppress, even now. It seems like you’re…” Ash said, trailing off like they were looking for a lost item before exclaiming, “that you’re getting bored with your boyfriend right now.”
Azaeryxih quietly gasped and blushed an even deeper shade of purple at that remark. At the same time, the red dragon snapped out of his stupor to let out a “What the hell are you talking about?” You don’t know anything-”
A swishing tail battled and interrupted the boyfriend.
“Do you hear the lady protesting?” Ash scoffed as they kept their eyes locked with the completely flustered succubus. A gust of wind rolled by, shaking the tree, letting loose a shower of the pink flower petals from the branches. “You have such a wonderful promise” the kitsune fox continued “let’s see what needs to be changed to make you reach your full potential.” the kitsune said with vigor and an electric spark arcing between their lips.
Azaeryxih shuddered in anticipation at that remark.
“Let’s go back a full look at you,” Ash said as if they were taking a step back from a huge block of marble, “Well that stubbornness just has to go” Ash smiled as they said.
“Yes dear, just look at that shield have planted down in your mind, do me this favor and lower it for me, in fact just let it fall completely”
“Just… let it fall” echoed, Aza said in a deepening daze.
“There you go,” cooed Ash in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“I’m keeping your naughty and kinky streak, there’s enough there that I don’t even need to change a thing…oh that streak continued behind your stubbornness. Is that… Oh MY! You have quite a submissive side to you”.
At that revelation, the succubus let out a small whimper as the dragon barked out, “Oh now I know you’re full of it, Azaeryxih isn’t sub-”
That comment was met with a loud slap from one of Ash’s tail
“No, it’s as clear as can it, there’s no denying it, isn’t that right Aza?”
The entranced succubus sharpened inhaled in fear and embarrassment to the direct question.
“So what is stopping you from embracing that aspect of you?” mewed Ash “Your first step can by breaking your dragon boyfriend right now, you don’t need him”
“Leaving….him,” Aza said softly with glassy eyes.
“Yes and the more I think about it…leaving your old life behind would do wonders for you. From what I see most of your current life is just acting as an obstacle, preventing you from reaching that great potential I see in you.”
“Yes,” Aza answered with some fear in her distant voice.
“Such a fine thing like you needs a place to fully stretch out your wings while under the guidance of someone with your best interests in mind, to shape and mold you to be the best pet you can possibly be.”
“…yes…” moaned Aza, fidgeting as she stood stock still under the gazing eyes of Ash.
“To reach your full potential, you might want to move in with me. Some part of you already know that I am more than skilled to bring out and nurture that part of you that you crave to be”
“Yes,” Aza said with her breath getting caught in her throat.
“Of course, you want that,” Ash said as a smile spread across their lips “Speak it for yourself. Make it real.”
In a rush of ecstasy, Aza starts gushing out everything, “I want to let go of it all. I want to be a pet, a little submissive plaything for someone else, anyone else. I want to be told how to act, how to dress, and how to be used. Every moment of every day”
“What-?” the red dragon said weakly as the demon finished her spiel, “Azaeryxih, this isn’t you…. No… noo..” He trailed off as Ash whipped his head back towards him and spat, “This is who she has always been, Hush! Another word out of you and you’ll be next.”
“I- -” the dragon sputtered as Ash turned back to lock eyes with their Aza.
“So dear, is that the future you want?” as Ash leaned in with a tone of a cobra moments away from landing the fatal blow, “Forever and always?” Teased the kitsune, putting an extra bit of emphasis on the last three words.
“For-ever…. and always” the succubus whispered in a breathy voice.
“Then so be it” responded the kitsune as they leaned in to seal it with a kiss. As the lips locked from her eyes Aza’s eyes widened in shock as she was pulled out of the trance.
Aza’s eyes refocused, blinking the daze away as Ash pulled away. As she looked up at Ash, she began to examine kitsune in a new light.
The fox stared back down and simply said “Come on little pet, you’re mine now… let’s get out of here. I want to see what else I can make of you,” ash said in a slightly sterner voice as they extended a bent arm to Aza
“Oh ok, ~” giggled the succubus as she immediately latched on and clung to the kitsune’s side as the fox led her out from under the cherry blossom tree, making a B-line straight out of the park. Leaving the bewildered dragon, stunned, and by himself at the ruined picnic spot.
*** Epilogue***
Ash walked through the crowd followed closely by Aza. The mall was packed and nearly every head was turned as the two walked by. While Ash was wearing their normal blouse, skirt, and stockings, an outfit which would always garner a few looks, the crowds’ main attention was on Aza.
Ash made good on their word and as soon as both of them got home the kitsune went to work on their new prey. Week and weeks went by as the fox went in to break her down and rebuild her personality in a ‘better way’ and then repeat the process over and over again until Ash was one hundred percent satisfied with the end result. In the end, the only remaining thing left of Azaeryxih was her deep sexually submissive streak which Ash made sure to bring upfront and center, forcing her to embrace it as well as enhance it.
Physically the succubus was the same but where once a sensibly dressed lady stood a changed woman. She was strutting around in a bright pink outfit. She was now wearing a pink tank top and a bra that pushed her breasts up and out for all to see. He was also wearing a skirt that was noticeably inadequate to cover the frilly pink and white panties underneath and anyone who stood too close to the demon could hear the unmistakable buzzing sound coming from that area. The most drastic change was Azaeryxih’s face, where once her natural beauty and wit framed her face, it was now hidden under a thick layer of makeup and a dizzy gaze.
As they both walked through the quickly parting crowd Ash heard a desperate “Azaeryxih!? I-is that you?” from up ahead. Scouting to see where the voice came from Ash let out a small groan.
Pushing against the crowd was the red dragon that was at the park. His tired eyes locked on the demon with a mix of relief and shock.
“Azaeryxih…is that you? Oh baby I’ve been calling and searching for you all this time…where have you been?” as he collapsed to his knees in front of her.
Aza gave the dragon one quick one over before letting out a bubbly giggle, “My, you’re a hunk, aren’t you?” as Ash stepped in between the two of them.
“What do you want?” the fox said, with scorn on their lips.
A flicker of hesitation dashed across the dragon’s face as he stumbled for a moment before earnestly answering, “I want to be with my Azaeryxih again, I was so worried about her.”
Ash groaned, rolling their eyes before being struck with a moment of inspiration. Turning Ash’s vulpine eyes down at the kneeling dragon, the kitsune asked “You just want to be with her, is that right?”
Jumping at the answer before he could even give it another thought he answered “Yes! More than anything, please…. I miss her so much.”
Running their tongue over their lips, Ash replied “So be it, come along little dragon I always wanted a spare rubber pet kicking around the house….But you’ll need a bunch more work before I’ll be happy with you, come along.”
Quietly the dragon got up from the floor and followed the nine-tailed kitsune out of the mall, back to their home.
***
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The Pig Show (Part 2)
It has been eight months since Tobin took you out to the first adventure of unabashedly gorging in a public place at the All you can eat buffet on behalf of The Pig Show.
After recovering from the night’s massive food coma Tobin excitedly described the whole event as a ‘rousing success. Following that party, Tobin soon started incorporating more and more trips to all-you-can-eat buffets and other high calorie plate packing restaurants into your normal feeding shows. Tobin was able to jury-rig some phone gear, battery packs, and go pros to live broadcast those eating sessions at the restaurants as live streams.
Following that advancement Tobin started experimenting with you and the show; weight-shaking tutorials, tips and tricks for the best feeding results, and casual talks where he talked to the viewers in a Q&A format after you slipped away in your frequent food coma.
All that innovation and content caused the viewer and community to grow in size, to the point where you and Tobin were starting to get noticed by the super heavyweights of the greater online gainer scene. The Pig Show was getting popular enough to start picking up sponsorships for some whey shake companies and afford to do some ‘food vacations’ and vlogs along the way.
As The Pig Show’s online presence grew, so did your own body. The toll of the redoubled and extra feeding streams for the show along was the more intimate personal gorging with Tobin starting to show now.
Your face started to fill out and then blossomed as your double chin developed from a shadow of potential to a full time permanent addition to your face. Your arms and legs thickened up as your ass ballooned beneath you.
But out of all of it, your gut experienced the most radical change. The constant fatty food feasts and Tobin constantly pushing you to the limit, resulted in a stomach stretching out to accommodate all of the food packed into it. Between that and the thick layer of soft flab that encased it from the outside, Tobin and the viewers quickly started calling it the ‘half ton tank’ but the way it jiggled and inflated after a feeding session.
As your body naturally expanded by the Tobin The Pig Show, Tobin stepped in and made some executive decisions to modify your body as well, now a pair of thick golden rings were pierced through your nipples. After you popped a strained shirt button during a live stream at another all-you-can-eat restaurant Tobin loudly commented to the chat that he was going to commemorate the experience by getting your almost buried belly button pierced the next day.
The summer months ended. The holiday was quickly approaching, and Tobin was well aware of that. Much to your dismay Tobin announced that he had to go away for his family for Thanksgiving, leaving you alone at your place for Thursday evening with a few plates of store bought prepared thanksgiving meals to eat by yourself.
Later that night, as you were watching T.V was when you received a series of exciting texts from Tobin, informing you that he had a big surprise for you. He ordered you to head over to his place late tomorrow morning. As you went to sleep your mind began racing about the cryptic order as you absentmindedly rubbed your gut you realized that without Tobin there to push you further past your limits, you felt a bit less full than you could be.
Come Friday morning you received an early morning text from Tobin, ordering you to not eat a single bite before you made your way to his place. Confused and aroused you sat in your small, and shrinking apartment, surrounded by cabinets packed with snacks as your stomach growled away. With nothing to do except watch the hours creep by, you finally received the all clear to head over. Making sure to wear the next size up sweatpants and baggy shirt, you lumber out of your apartment and ease into your car as you head towards ‘something special’, all the while staying completely erect.
Rushing the best you could through the packed streets of Black Friday traffic you eventually made it to Tobin’s place. After catching a bit of your breath from climbing the stairs, you approached the front door. The first chime barely had time to finish its sound off before the door swung open as Tobin appeared, grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you inside.
Once stumbling inside you finally saw what got Tobin in such a rare mood. Tobin rearranged his entire living room by moving his dining table to be perpendicular to the sofa, where you sat and were subjugated to countless feeding sessions.
On the table was an entire spread of Thanksgiving leftovers. Mountains of tupperware, tin foil, wrapped dishes, and plates. Right at the head of the table was a serving tray with a set of silverware.
Looking over the table in astonishment, you saw Tobin beaming back at you. He enthusiastically explained that his family always holds huge thanksgiving dinners with his extended family. Through his silvery tongue, he was able to persuade most of them to let him take home the leftovers, and now it was going to be your responsibility to pack away. From right now, through the long weekend, until it is all finished.
Taking in all the food and aroma, while processing the fact that Tobin will make sure to be good on his word, your mouth started to water as your dick tented against the sweatpants. You were about to make his first step towards the feast before Tobin stopped you.
“Oh, not quite yet piggy. We have to make sure that we have plenty of documentation before you and your gut deal damage to the table” he said as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. ”And you need to be properly dressed.” With a slight groan at the impediment, you agreed and quickly started the process of stripping down to reveal your now signature pink piggy jock. Tobin took the traditional side and front photo of ‘your tank completely empty’ before he allowed you to make your way to the sofa.
Whether planned or not, you had to try your best to gracefully squeeze in between the wooden table and the sofa before you could perform a controlled crash onto the couch cushion that has a permanent impression of your wide ass.
Tobin was busy taking a few more shots of the mountain range of food and some of you at the head of it all before sending it out to The Pig Show’s social media accounts before he turned his greedy eyes on you as he picked up your tray, a serving spoon and started scooping the reheated food.
There was moist turkey, seasoned stuffing, fluffy mashed potatoes, perfectly prepared squash, warm rolls, boiled potatoes drowning in butter, piled on with sour cream, chives, and crispy bacon, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes with a layer of marshmallows.
He slowly prowled through the table going up and down each side of the table, making a show to carefully select what food to pile higher and higher on your serving tray. Once he was satisfied with the mini mountain of food, he finally made his way back to you, stopping to stand right over you as he held the tray above your head. There he waited until you looked up to him from your spot on the sofa.
Tobin just stared back with steely eyes as you were moments away from you starting to gorge yet again. The combination of the smell of the leftovers and your empty stomach caused you to become crazed with impatience. Your eyes darted between the tray, to Tobin, the rest table then back to the tray as you licked your lips with anticipation.
With a loud growl that from your stomach your lips formed the start of begging before Tobin smirked and lowered the tray down to the table, allowing you to begin.
You started eating between Tobin’s presence and the hunger from your stomach, eating was practically an automatic response. In your own acquired wisdom of the past eating sessions, you started at a moderate speed, pacing yourself with all the food ahead of you. As you steadily worked through the full tray with mouthful after mouthful of home cooked goodness. You saw from the corner of your eye you saw Tobin fish out his phone again, as the flashed started snapping pictures of video clips of your feasting. The moment after you took your last bite from the first place, Tobin swooped in to scoop up the tray and start the process of refilling the tray again.
With the start of the second and the third tray of food, Tobin came in to provide more intimate interactions, by whisperings encouragement, telling you what to eat next, followed up with comments on how good the leftover dishes were, as well as reading aloud the outpour of online comments that people saying about you. All that was fuel for you to power through to eat more and more of what was on your plate.
By the fourth plate, Tobin was getting handsy. He started feeling your moobs while tugging on your nipple rings as you ate. Moving down his fingers started skating across your gut, running up and down the stretch marks and gently pressing on your stomach, to see how much room you had left.
“Oh looks like piggy’s almost at his limit,” Tobin muse as he pressed down again, “let’s see how much we can pack in before you throw in the towel” as he lightly made his way to your groin.
Wiggling and snaking his hand between your thick thighs and encroaching gut Tobin eventually he reached your pink piggy jock and your erect cock that was buried under it all. While one hand was rubbing on your groin Tobin pressed his body against your filling torse as his other hand went back to exploring the rest of your body.
That sent your body into overdrive.
He kept his stroking, groping, and teasing in perfect rhythm as you continued eating. If you slowed down, Tobin would step up and redouble his efforts to make sure you keep up the pace. The persistence of his hands and his words teasing caused you to power through with your eating more than you did the night before.
As you were about to reach the end of the fourth massive plate was when the strain of your stomach and cock became too much. Between bites, you let out a groan and a full-body shudder as your cock erupted through your jock.
After that climax, you start to feel winded as you begin to feel your lust-fueled gluttonous ambition begin to fade, leaving you to recognize the bulk of food, leaving you with the weight of the action resting inside of you. With your energy starting to fade, you placed your fork on the tray as you dropped your arms to your side, too busy basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
Tobin wormed himself free from under your gut, examined his hands before wiping his hand on your stomach before reaching for the fork. to scoop up a bit of the mashed potatoes.
“Now now, don’t waste a drop of food,” as he scooped up some mashed potatoes, “here comes the airplane~,” as he brought the fork up to your lips. Spent and too tired to protest, eyes dazed, you just parted lazily and opened your mouth. From there you allowed Tobin to continue to spoon feed you, forcing you to power through the rest of the plate.
Once completed Tobin got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with a tin of apple pie, a tub of ice cream, and a bottle of baby oil. He delivered a dessert victory lap with an extra-large slice of pie with more than generous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top.
From there Tobin allowed you to relax on the couch as you slurped the ice cream and pie as he started applying the slick oil all over your sensitive and distended stomach. As you swallowed the last bite of dessert you soon gave into the familiar allure of the food coma right there on the sofa.
A few hours passed when you finally stirred awake. After slowly opening your eyes, you noticed that Tobin was busy. He removed all the serving dishes that you demolished before and fixed your tray with another heaping helping of Thanksgiving leftovers. Looking down it looked like Tobin had fun with your passed-out body as well, judging by the load of cum that ran down your extended gut.
As you looked around the living room, you saw Tobin in the kitchen, glued to his phone as he was nibbling on a meager ham sandwich and chips. He quickly noticed you and put the food away as turned his attention to you
“Hey you, you’re finally awake,” Tobin said with a smile.
“Your content has been spreading like wildfire online, so many people are rooting and cheering you on. They all want to see you finish his table of leftovers,” as he gestured to the remainder of the food on the table.
“And I intend to show them that final result.” he followed up as he approached the table with the trusty serving spoon in his hand and the reignited glint in his eye.
With a satisfied groan of an acknowledgment as you struggled to learn yourself forward for the next wave of feeding.
“Other locals were even asking about your food disposal services for their thanksgiving leftovers…. They’ll be over shortly”
***
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The Pig Show (Part 2)
It has been eight months since Tobin took you out to the first adventure of unabashedly gorging in a public place at the All you can eat buffet on behalf of The Pig Show.
After recovering from the night’s massive food coma Tobin excitedly described the whole event as a ‘rousing success. Following that party, Tobin soon started incorporating more and more trips to all-you-can-eat buffets and other high calorie plate packing restaurants into your normal feeding shows. Tobin was able to jury-rig some phone gear, battery packs, and go pros to live broadcast those eating sessions at the restaurants as live streams.
Following that advancement Tobin started experimenting with you and the show; weight-shaking tutorials, tips and tricks for the best feeding results, and casual talks where he talked to the viewers in a Q&A format after you slipped away in your frequent food coma.
All that innovation and content caused the viewer and community to grow in size, to the point where you and Tobin were starting to get noticed by the super heavyweights of the greater online gainer scene. The Pig Show was getting popular enough to start picking up sponsorships for some whey shake companies and afford to do some ‘food vacations’ and vlogs along the way.
As The Pig Show’s online presence grew, so did your own body. The toll of the redoubled and extra feeding streams for the show along was the more intimate personal gorging with Tobin starting to show now.
Your face started to fill out and then blossomed as your double chin developed from a shadow of potential to a full time permanent addition to your face. Your arms and legs thickened up as your ass ballooned beneath you.
But out of all of it, your gut experienced the most radical change. The constant fatty food feasts and Tobin constantly pushing you to the limit, resulted in a stomach stretching out to accommodate all of the food packed into it. Between that and the thick layer of soft flab that encased it from the outside, Tobin and the viewers quickly started calling it the ‘half ton tank’ but the way it jiggled and inflated after a feeding session.
As your body naturally expanded by the Tobin The Pig Show, Tobin stepped in and made some executive decisions to modify your body as well, now a pair of thick golden rings were pierced through your nipples. After you popped a strained shirt button during a live stream at another all-you-can-eat restaurant Tobin loudly commented to the chat that he was going to commemorate the experience by getting your almost buried belly button pierced the next day.
The summer months ended. The holiday was quickly approaching, and Tobin was well aware of that. Much to your dismay Tobin announced that he had to go away for his family for Thanksgiving, leaving you alone at your place for Thursday evening with a few plates of store bought prepared thanksgiving meals to eat by yourself.
Later that night, as you were watching T.V was when you received a series of exciting texts from Tobin, informing you that he had a big surprise for you. He ordered you to head over to his place late tomorrow morning. As you went to sleep your mind began racing about the cryptic order as you absentmindedly rubbed your gut you realized that without Tobin there to push you further past your limits, you felt a bit less full than you could be.
Come Friday morning you received an early morning text from Tobin, ordering you to not eat a single bite before you made your way to his place. Confused and aroused you sat in your small, and shrinking apartment, surrounded by cabinets packed with snacks as your stomach growled away. With nothing to do except watch the hours creep by, you finally received the all clear to head over. Making sure to wear the next size up sweatpants and baggy shirt, you lumber out of your apartment and ease into your car as you head towards ‘something special’, all the while staying completely erect.
Rushing the best you could through the packed streets of Black Friday traffic you eventually made it to Tobin’s place. After catching a bit of your breath from climbing the stairs, you approached the front door. The first chime barely had time to finish its sound off before the door swung open as Tobin appeared, grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you inside.
Once stumbling inside you finally saw what got Tobin in such a rare mood. Tobin rearranged his entire living room by moving his dining table to be perpendicular to the sofa, where you sat and were subjugated to countless feeding sessions.
On the table was an entire spread of Thanksgiving leftovers. Mountains of tupperware, tin foil, wrapped dishes, and plates. Right at the head of the table was a serving tray with a set of silverware.
Looking over the table in astonishment, you saw Tobin beaming back at you. He enthusiastically explained that his family always holds huge thanksgiving dinners with his extended family. Through his silvery tongue, he was able to persuade most of them to let him take home the leftovers, and now it was going to be your responsibility to pack away. From right now, through the long weekend, until it is all finished.
Taking in all the food and aroma, while processing the fact that Tobin will make sure to be good on his word, your mouth started to water as your dick tented against the sweatpants. You were about to make his first step towards the feast before Tobin stopped you.
“Oh, not quite yet piggy. We have to make sure that we have plenty of documentation before you and your gut deal damage to the table” he said as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. ”And you need to be properly dressed.” With a slight groan at the impediment, you agreed and quickly started the process of stripping down to reveal your now signature pink piggy jock. Tobin took the traditional side and front photo of ‘your tank completely empty’ before he allowed you to make your way to the sofa.
Whether planned or not, you had to try your best to gracefully squeeze in between the wooden table and the sofa before you could perform a controlled crash onto the couch cushion that has a permanent impression of your wide ass.
Tobin was busy taking a few more shots of the mountain range of food and some of you at the head of it all before sending it out to The Pig Show’s social media accounts before he turned his greedy eyes on you as he picked up your tray, a serving spoon and started scooping the reheated food.
There was moist turkey, seasoned stuffing, fluffy mashed potatoes, perfectly prepared squash, warm rolls, boiled potatoes drowning in butter, piled on with sour cream, chives, and crispy bacon, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes with a layer of marshmallows.
He slowly prowled through the table going up and down each side of the table, making a show to carefully select what food to pile higher and higher on your serving tray. Once he was satisfied with the mini mountain of food, he finally made his way back to you, stopping to stand right over you as he held the tray above your head. There he waited until you looked up to him from your spot on the sofa.
Tobin just stared back with steely eyes as you were moments away from you starting to gorge yet again. The combination of the smell of the leftovers and your empty stomach caused you to become crazed with impatience. Your eyes darted between the tray, to Tobin, the rest table then back to the tray as you licked your lips with anticipation.
With a loud growl that from your stomach your lips formed the start of begging before Tobin smirked and lowered the tray down to the table, allowing you to begin.
You started eating between Tobin’s presence and the hunger from your stomach, eating was practically an automatic response. In your own acquired wisdom of the past eating sessions, you started at a moderate speed, pacing yourself with all the food ahead of you. As you steadily worked through the full tray with mouthful after mouthful of home cooked goodness. You saw from the corner of your eye you saw Tobin fish out his phone again, as the flashed started snapping pictures of video clips of your feasting. The moment after you took your last bite from the first place, Tobin swooped in to scoop up the tray and start the process of refilling the tray again.
With the start of the second and the third tray of food, Tobin came in to provide more intimate interactions, by whisperings encouragement, telling you what to eat next, followed up with comments on how good the leftover dishes were, as well as reading aloud the outpour of online comments that people saying about you. All that was fuel for you to power through to eat more and more of what was on your plate.
By the fourth plate, Tobin was getting handsy. He started feeling your moobs while tugging on your nipple rings as you ate. Moving down his fingers started skating across your gut, running up and down the stretch marks and gently pressing on your stomach, to see how much room you had left.
“Oh looks like piggy’s almost at his limit,” Tobin muse as he pressed down again, “let’s see how much we can pack in before you throw in the towel” as he lightly made his way to your groin.
Wiggling and snaking his hand between your thick thighs and encroaching gut Tobin eventually he reached your pink piggy jock and your erect cock that was buried under it all. While one hand was rubbing on your groin Tobin pressed his body against your filling torse as his other hand went back to exploring the rest of your body.
That sent your body into overdrive.
He kept his stroking, groping, and teasing in perfect rhythm as you continued eating. If you slowed down, Tobin would step up and redouble his efforts to make sure you keep up the pace. The persistence of his hands and his words teasing caused you to power through with your eating more than you did the night before.
As you were about to reach the end of the fourth massive plate was when the strain of your stomach and cock became too much. Between bites, you let out a groan and a full-body shudder as your cock erupted through your jock.
After that climax, you start to feel winded as you begin to feel your lust-fueled gluttonous ambition begin to fade, leaving you to recognize the bulk of food, leaving you with the weight of the action resting inside of you. With your energy starting to fade, you placed your fork on the tray as you dropped your arms to your side, too busy basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.
Tobin wormed himself free from under your gut, examined his hands before wiping his hand on your stomach before reaching for the fork. to scoop up a bit of the mashed potatoes.
“Now now, don’t waste a drop of food,” as he scooped up some mashed potatoes, “here comes the airplane~,” as he brought the fork up to your lips. Spent and too tired to protest, eyes dazed, you just parted lazily and opened your mouth. From there you allowed Tobin to continue to spoon feed you, forcing you to power through the rest of the plate.
Once completed Tobin got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with a tin of apple pie, a tub of ice cream, and a bottle of baby oil. He delivered a dessert victory lap with an extra-large slice of pie with more than generous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top.
From there Tobin allowed you to relax on the couch as you slurped the ice cream and pie as he started applying the slick oil all over your sensitive and distended stomach. As you swallowed the last bite of dessert you soon gave into the familiar allure of the food coma right there on the sofa.
A few hours passed when you finally stirred awake. After slowly opening your eyes, you noticed that Tobin was busy. He removed all the serving dishes that you demolished before and fixed your tray with another heaping helping of Thanksgiving leftovers. Looking down it looked like Tobin had fun with your passed-out body as well, judging by the load of cum that ran down your extended gut.
As you looked around the living room, you saw Tobin in the kitchen, glued to his phone as he was nibbling on a meager ham sandwich and chips. He quickly noticed you and put the food away as turned his attention to you
“Hey you, you’re finally awake,” Tobin said with a smile.
“Your content has been spreading like wildfire online, so many people are rooting and cheering you on. They all want to see you finish his table of leftovers,” as he gestured to the remainder of the food on the table.
“And I intend to show them that final result.” he followed up as he approached the table with the trusty serving spoon in his hand and the reignited glint in his eye.
With a satisfied groan of an acknowledgment as you struggled to learn yourself forward for the next wave of feeding.
“Other locals were even asking about your food disposal services for their thanksgiving leftovers…. They’ll be over shortly”
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The alarm clock’s buzzing interrupted Wolf’s wonderful dream and ruined the potential of a beautiful lazy Saturday sleep in before it even had a chance to begin. As soon as the alarm from across the bed started beeping, it was silenced. There was a sweet moment where Wolf thought that he could slip back into the same welcoming dream before the body next to him stirred and rolled out of bed. With a loud yawn, a stretch, and a groan, Echo headed to the bathroom to begin his typical morning routine.
Realizing that going back to sleep was going to be impossible, the blue wolf opened his eyes as he watched his lovely German Shepherd husband walk out of the bathroom, fully groomed, and go to check his phone as he began to pick out what he was going to wear. When the Sheppard saw that the blue wolf’s yellow eyes were fixed on him, he gave Wolf a teasing tail waggle. “Good morning sleepy butt,” Echo said with a smile. “Ready to greet the day?”
“No,” answered Wolf as he stretched in bed.
“Well tough.” The Echo replied as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Work called me in again and you… you got that job interview scheduled today.” “I know” groaned Wolf as he rolled in bed and felt a small pang of guilt after he said it.
Through no fault of his own, Wolf and Echo have been living completely on Echo’s salary as the merchandise organizer for high-end car dealerships and car expos. It’s been a good job and the two have never been too close to struggling on Echo’s sole income and it did leave Wolf with a lot of free time to do the cleaning and run errands for both of them. That was nice at first for Wolf but it slowly got boring just being by himself in the house day after day. It didn’t help that Echo was constantly asked to come in for overtime on Saturday to prepare for the upcoming car shows, expos, and conventions. While it did help with finances and outings when they had the time together.
Recently the boredom and guilt came ahead and Wolf started to look around for a job even just to find something to do during the week. Not to mention the extra income would also alleviate the guilt of constantly dipping into Echo’s account when buying an occasional purchase or treat for himself.
Thankfully Echo was able to find Wolf an opportunity within his network, a simple driving gig to transport car parts from the warehouse to dealerships and gear head’s shops. It was not fancy but it got Wolf out of the house. From the sound of it, the job was pretty much in the bag, Wolf just needed to land the interview that was scheduled later this morning.
Echo checked his watch, realized the time, then circled the bed to deliver a kiss to Wolf before he rushed out of the room with a bit too much pep for a Saturday morning work shift, leaving the blue wolf alone once again.
Reaching a paw out to his bed stand, Wolf grabbed his phone and began his morning routine of cycling through his apps, recent videos, and headlines.
After another twenty minutes of lounging around, Wolf reluctantly decided to get out of bed and truly start his day. After a long, lazy warm shower, Wolf toweled and styled his fur before he trolled to this closet.
Swinging the doors open, Wolf examined his wardrobe. A combination of leather and latex gear was mixed in with his normal clothes. It’s been a while since Wolf has to look professional that he had to shift through his t-shirts, jeans, and sweatpants before he could find the section of clothes that he used to wear at this old job. Once he found a button-up and pants that weren’t completely wrinkled he inspected himself in the mirror with pride as he smoothed out the outfit then grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out on his own.
After a quick drive, Wolf arrived at the meet up spot for the interview, a local coffee shop. After parking Wolf stepped out of his car and made his way inside to place his favorite order; a tall cup of golden blend with cream and brown sugar. With coffee in hand, he made his way back outside to take a seat at a metal table and waited.
Wolf removed the lid from his coffee and took a deep sniff, savoring the rich aroma before taking a tentative sip. After the light coffee spread across his tongue, the blue wolf let out a satisfied sigh as he looked out towards the busy city life, just watching as everyone else was bustling around, going shopping, running errands, going shopping, and catching up with friends. It was peaceful.
Wolf was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice that someone was standing behind him until they were right up next to him and asked, “Are you the wolf, Wolf?”
Wolf could only let out the initial sound of a ‘yes’ as he began to turn around before darkness covered his vision. A split second later Wolf’s brain recognized that the thing that blocked his vision was a thick cloth bag followed by the sensation of a thick arm wrap across his chest, pinning his own arms to his chest, as his chair was quickly pulled out from under him.
In a fraction of a second, he was lifted and single-handedly turned in the air and rested on the stranger’s huge shoulders. Once Wolf was situated, he felt the lumbered sway of motion as Wolf started to get carried away at a quick pace.
Heart racing in fear and bewilderment, Wolf started to let out a cry but a quick yank of a
a drawstring quickly pulled the hole of the bag tight around the wolf’s neck. Not enough to strangle but just enough to interrupt that potential cry into an impotent yelp.
Wolf heard the curious questions and concerned comments of onlookers but the tall stranger just carried on his march uninterrupted. After a few more strides, Wolf heard the distinct sound of a sliding van door just before he was lobbed inside sideways.
Wolf landed on his shoulder as he collided with the floor of the van. Before he could react, Wolf felt a pair of small hands grope his arms, forcing them behind his back. Moments later, he heard the sound of a plastic zipper as his wrists were pressed together with a zip tie. As he struggled against his hand restaurants, the pair of hands skittered down his back to do the same thing with his ankles.
The van creaked and tilted as his kidnapper grunted and stepped into the van, slamming the door shut and blocking the sound of the concerned and worried crowd. “We got him, cheese it!” was the only thing he said as the van started to speed away.
Blinded and bound, Wolf slid across the empty floor crashing against the van’s walls or the set of legs of his kidnappers as the vehicle took a series of harsh turns. After a disorientating amount of time and untold miles, Wolf finally felt the van slow down, taking another set of trunks before decelerating to a full stop.
The van doors slid open as the vehicle rocked again and the sound of boots landing on cement sounded off. The smaller set of hands that bound Wolf poked at the blue wolf, coaxing him to sit up then prodding him to move closer to what the Wolf assumed was the van’s open door.
As he slowly, awkwardly, and blindly made his way towards where he assumed they wanted him to go. Wolf felt the set of huge arms wrapped around his chest as he was holstered up and flipped over his kidnapper’s broad shoulders again, head dangling next to the shoulder blade. Once situated the kidnapper turned around and moved out in a smooth stride, as the wolf jostled along.
He heard his carrier say in a gruff voice, “Get the door” as a pair of feet lightly skittered on the ground past Wolf with a “Right on, Boss” as the sound of creaking metal echoed around. The cloth mask made it impossible for light to come through but from the sounds and smells, Wolf guessed he was somewhere in the warehouse district.
As the kidnapper carried the wolf inside he noticed a sudden change in the air, as cool conditioned air blasted from. From there, it was a short walk down some hallways until another door was commanded to be opened before Wolf eventually tossed back to the floor in a similar manner. The kidnapper commanded, “Get him nice and ready, I’m going to change” as the two sets of feet scampered into the room replying with identical, “Yes boss.”
Four hands descended upon the wolf grabbing his clothes and shoes. His shoes and socks were quickly removed as the sound of a knife ripping through cloth led to Wolf being separated from his shirt, pants, and underwear, leaving him completely naked. Stunned by the sudden undressing and the sensation of the cold floor pressed against his fur, Wolf let out a shiver as he began to curl his body up into the fetal position.
Mocking laughs came from the two assistants. “Oh don’t do that”
“Oh no, don’t do that, he’ll like it too much if he sees you in that position…. No no no.”
With that cryptic taunt, Wolf tried his best to straighten out his limbs and do his best to position his bound body to not look as pathetic as he felt. Agonizing minutes crept by before the wolf heard the sound of the door opening up once again. “Remove the bag.” the kidnapper said in a much heavier voice. The two sets of hands steadied Wolf’s shoulders and then yanked the black-out bag off of his head.
Harsh light crashed onto his eyes as his sight was restored. Wolf blinked and winced as he adjusted to the new environment. Shaking his head free as he blinked into focus Wolf started to make out the size and shape of the furniture. It looked like he was in a scientific laboratory mixed with a sex dungeon.
Everything was basked in fluorescent light that reflected off of the white spotless tiles. In the middle of the room, across from Wolf, was a large and sturdy patient examination table that was modified with a black latex cushion on top. Beyond that was a mirror that ran the entire length of the wall, to the far end of the room was a heavy matching black leather sofa.
While Wolf was scanning the room, he realized that he was standing between two ferrets. One of them was holding the recently pulled off blackout mask, a knife, and Wolf’s torn clothes while the other was holding his socks and shoes. Both ferrets dress in black pants, shirts, and beanies and both were wearing the identical knowing sneer as they looked down at Wolf.
Then there was the figure standing at the entrance of the room. As Wolf’s eyes made the slow ascend from the boots up the legs, Wolf knew he was his kidnapper. Standing in front of the door was a big burly warthog blocking the entire door frame.
The warthog was wearing a full rubber set. On his feet were heavy duty Rubber boots, his legs were covered with shiny PVC chaps that were obscured by a dull rubber apron that hung by the pig’s thighs and covered his potbelly and torso. The only things on his arms were industrial grade black rubber gloves that covered his hands all the way up to his elbows. The hog’s face, neck, and biceps were covered in muted grey bristles, in between his lips and tusks he chewed a cigar.
As Wolf made his way up the kidnapper’s body, he made eye contact with the boar that was responsible for all of this. The warthog had a rugged face and was currently wearing the expression of someone who was not only in full control of what was happening but he was in his element. The moment Wolf locked eyes with his, the warthog’s face contorted into a sneer as he spoke, “Hope the trip was comfortable for you, pup.” as the two ferrets snickered in response to the comment. “Allow me to introduce myself,” continued the Hog, completely ignoring his accomplices.
“I am the Boss Hog. This is my domain and as long as you are under my roof, your ass is mine.” He chewed on his cigar for a moment, looking his prey up and down before adding, “And that is an absolute fact.” Wolf just laid on the ground, staring at the warthog and he processed everything that was happening. “Cut the lil’ wolf free.” the hog barked at the ferrets.
“Right on it, boss” as the ferrets retrieved their knives and quickly started to see through the plastic bindings. The moment after the zip tie snapped the warthog made two powerful strides and reached down to grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck. In one powerful motion, the hog lifted the blue wolf from the floor and hoisted his belly first onto the table, then spun him around to lay him long wards on the slab, facing the sofa.
“Now help secure my guest right there,” grunted the Boss as the ferrets rushed around, grabbing each arm and leg and forcefully easing them down towards the table’s legs, latching them to there with metal handcuffs.
When it was done, Wolf was bound, naked and limbs spread on the table. “What a fantastic view” mewed the hog as he moved his thick hand from Wolf’s neck, running his gloved palm through the blue fur on his back before ending it with a grope of Wolf’s ass, giving it a full squeeze then a slap. Wolf saw from the corner of his eye, from the reflection in the mirror, that the warthog was looking at his ass with nothing less than desirable, but the thing beyond the warthog caused the wolf a true start.
Behind the Warthog, just above where he was dropped off, was a white wall shelf that was lined with rows and rows of dildos. A spectrum of colors and shapes filled the shelves, each having its only spot. The only order to the collection was that starting at the bottom, and moving left to right, the toys increased in size. At the top of the shelves, all by itself, was a truly massive flared horse cock laying down on its side like a prized shotgun.
The Hog lifted his hand bringing his finger up to his lip. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” the hog said, more to himself than anyone else in the room, as he brought both hands down to grab both cheeks and spread them fully apart.
“Well well well.’ Mused the warthog, pulling his hand away. “I certainly have my work cut out for myself. Don’t I? Especially since I have BIG expectations for you,” he said as his hands squeaked as he made it into a fist. “This is going to take a lot of work and effort. Fellas…. fetch me the tub.” With nothing more than a nod, the ferrets dashed out of the room, returning a moment later with a rolling cart and a 5-gallon jug sitting on top. The jug was plastic and completely clear, full of a thick liquid. Perched on top of the jug was a screw-on lid with a hand pump. The ferrets wheeled it to the boss’s right hand side, right at waist height. The boar chuckled at the jug as he placed one massive hand over the entire lid with a flex of this finger he popped off the lid, causing the contents in the jug to jiggle.
The hog was just about to place his outstretched finger into the contents before pulling it away at the last second, “oh my… my eagerness got the better of me, how could I forget, we need to prepare the little pup before we start.” He reached out in the lower layer of the table and pulled something out. Wolf couldn’t see what it was from his peripheral vision but he heard an unsticking sound that soon dissolved into rustling with a slight squeaking as whatever it was began to unfold.
Wolf felt the warthog’s hand tighten as the base of his tail, as it was then lifted his entire hindquarters off the table as the pig slid something underneath Wolf’s waist. As he was lowered back down, Wolf felt his ground make contact with the cold yet unmistakable touch of PVC. The warthog then ducked underneath to fetch something else. Despite not wanting to admit it, Wolf’s cock began to stiffen as it was exposed to the plastic.
The warthog stood back up and began to fiddle and unfold something else, this time Wolf picked out the unmistakable sound of crinkling. Once again the wolf was lifted by his tail as another object was slid underneath. When the Hog lowered him down the wolf felt the sensation of soft fake cotton fabric this time.
“There we go,” grunted the warthog, “now we have something in place to catch everything…well most of everything” he chuckles as he finally scooped two fingers into the jug and meticulously spread it around the length of his thick fingers with his thumb, making his gloves shine even more.
“Get ready pup. You’re going to stay right here in this room until I’m done.” The boar made heavy steps towards the selves of dildos, still spreading the lube around his fingers as he pursued his inventory. The boar picked up one of the smaller models with his dry gloved hand as he walked back to the table. “And looking at that tight hole that he has…” the pig said as he returned to his position, “… it looks like we have a long time ahead of us.” as he hawked a wad of spit right above Wolf’s exposed ass hole. The rubber dom waited a moment of suspense as the spit moved down the wolf’s taint. Waiting for it to get just to the edge of the hole before thrusting his lubed index finger straight into the wolf.
The gloved finger met with some resistance at Wolf’s asshole but between the lube and constant pressure it slowly eased open to accept the thick finger all the way to the knuckle. Wolf had to stifle a shudder as it happened, once fully in the hog snorted as he rotated his finger back and forth and then wiggled his finger, tickling the pinned Wolf’s prostate and sending silvers running up the blue wolf’s back.
“There we go… nice and easy” the warthog commented as he started moving the finger in and out “Look at you, you’re no stranger to this, aren’t you?…You kinky fuck.” as he pushed his finger all the way back in and then rhythmically tapped the inside. “Now, let’s see how well you can handle twice the amount.” As the warthog removed his index finger, crossed it with his middle finger, and drilled his finger back into the wolf’s hole. The additional digit caused Wolf to involuntarily shudder as the dom repeated the same motion, inside of his captured prey.
After toying and stretching out the inside of the wolf the hog slowly pulled out his fingers as he stated, “Now that we are all warmed up, let’s move on to my tools of the trade. No doubt you will be able to take this toy.” As the wolf saw from the mirrored reflections, the big pig reached for the toy standing right next to the jug of lube. At a glance, it was a bright purple dog dildo and Wolf guessed it was only slightly smaller than his own cock, but it was dwarfed in the huge rubbered hand of the dominating pig.
Realizing that his ferret henchmen were still in the room, watching on with fevered intent, he turned his head towards them and simply, “I’m guessing This is going to take a long while. Give our guest some privacy, won’t you?”
With slightly disheartened looks, the ferrets bowed their heads and left the room. Turning his full attention back to the prey at hand the Hog said, “Now before we can have our fun, I have to make sure my tool is properly lubed for my lil’ ‘guest’ here”.
As the wolf heard the dom plunge the entire shaft of the purple dildo into the tub of lube. He could hear the thick drops of lube splatter onto the ground as the Hog Boss swung the dildo a short distance from the stand holding the jug to the table that was restraining Wolf. The warthog played for a moment with the wolf’s ass, using the silicon dong to paint the excess lube up and down the crevice of the wolf’s cheeks. Wolf felt globs of the cold lube run down his taint collect and cling to his little blue balls before dropping onto the crisp diaper pad underneath. After having his fun, Wolf felt the warthog line up the tip of the dildo up against his asshole and then lean into it. Like before, there was a moment of hesitation before the asshole gave way just like before.
Though the dom’s expert maneuvering and rotating the wolf soon felt the base of the dildo up against his ass. Following that there came a moment of steady motion with that toy, making sure it could easily slide down the entrance with no issues. Just as the wolf was getting settled and used to the sensation of the silicone cock going all the way, the warthog all of a sudden pulled the dildo out of the wolf’s hole with, “It seems that our pup of the day can take this no problem,” as the warthog used the dildo to toy with the entrance of the hole before dropping it to the floor with a loud wet flop. “I reckon it’s time for an upgrade”.
The warthog stepped away from the table and approached the shelf of dildos again. The warthog paused for a moment, letting out a contemplated murmur before making his way back to his prey, followed by the sound of a dildo being quickly submerged, then retrieved from the jug of lube. Wolf then felt the sensation of a wet silicon tip being pressed against his hole; he didn’t have to see it to know that it was a larger model. He felt it just before it was pushed through. Wolf could only grit his teeth as his hole was slowly stretched out with this new toy.
That then became the routine. The warthog would use the toy at hand to stretch out the wolf’s hole bit by bit at a slow and steady pace by forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into the wolf’s rear. Pushing through the moans and twitches of his blue furred captive until the entire shaft was inserted. Following that the merciless warthog would then start rhythmically fucking the wolf, to ensure that the wolf could consistently take the entire thing. Just before the wolf’s body could get used to it and start to recognize the experience as enjoyable, the hog pulled the toy out, dropped it on the floor, and went back to the shelf to fetch a bigger toy for its replacement.
With every new toy, the dom would completely submerge it into the lube before he used it on the wolf. As the warthog continued he became more and more reckless with wiping off the lube from the dildo opting for Wolf’s ass, and diaper pad below him, to stay drenched in lube. The cycle repeated over and over with dildo after dildo.
Even with the excess lube and warm up, each new toy picked by the warthog proved to be a challenge to accept. Wolf soon lost count of what toy was used, or even what number he was on. It was just an endless moment of his ass being pushed to the limit over and over again. There was no clock in the room so Wolf had no idea how long he had been subjected to the warthog’s practice nor how long it had been since he was kidnapped. Just as Wolf was beginning to contemplate the fact, he heard the warthog let loose a deep satisfied chuckle as he pulled out the current dildo, and gave Wolf’s sore ass a spank. “You’ve been doing well and with that recent toy, you officially graduated to the ‘Big Leagues’.” The hog said as he stepped back from the table. There was a sound of rustling rubber followed by a loud “thump” on the floor. From the corner of his eyes with help from the mirror, Wolf saw what happened and what was going to happen next.
The warthog took off his apron, revealing that underneath he was only wearing a black harness across his pecs. His thick arms past his elbow and muscle gut were bare as his hands were currently fondling his own dick. On his groin above the cock and below his gut was the tattooed phrase, “On the rocks” in a heavy black country font.
The moment Wolf saw it his eyes widened and his heart began to race. The warthog’s cock was as massive as the rest of him, impressively long and just as thick. It was one of the biggest cocks Wolf had ever seen, certainly bigger than anything he took before. The thing that caught Wolf’s eyes was the glint that reflected off of the hog’s cock from the overhead fluorescent lights. Lining the underbelly of the erect cock was a series of Jacob Ladder barbells and a thick Prince Albert ring at the head of the cock. The warthog was bouncing the cock in his hand as he approached, “You’ve had plenty of time with the imitation dicks, but you’re ready for the real meat?”
He sauntered right up to the table. The warthog lined up the head of the cock against the gaping hole, after a moment of grinding up and down the lubed cheeks, he commented “the little pup is so wet that I don’t need any additional lube…. Let’s see if he can take it all in one go” as he leaned into the table. The cock just slid in with one simple and smooth motion.
The warthog filled up the wolf immediately, pushing not only inwards but outwards as the thick cock took up the empty space. Wolf’s ass met the hog’s groin as he felt the weight of the pig’s gut get dropped on his lower back.
A weak moan escaped from Wolf’s maw as not only the heat of the real thing radiated inside of him but the multiple ridges and bumps of the metal piercings against his prostate sent his senses into overdrive. The moan was immediately picked up by the warthog dom as he replied between grunts, “Don’t try to stifle the moans lil’ pup. Embrace that bitch nature that you have when you meet a true man’s cock” as he started thrusting away against the table. As Wolf shuddered and let out a whimper, the Hog just replied with, “I’m just getting started” as the huge warthog started to double the pace.
Wolf soon got swept away with the flood of sensations. Each powerful thrust shook the table and sent a wave of pleasure coursing deeper into the wolf as he felt the cock get buried deeper into him. The pounding also forced Wolf’s groin to grind his own dick against the drenched diaper pad. The wolf was now at the total whims of the warthog as he carried on with fucking him raw.
With the last bit of resilience leaving him, Wolf fully broke down, lobbed his tongue to the side, and started moaning in pleasure as the warthog’s cock pushed Wolf to the edge of pleasure and kept there with every steady thrust. Soon the room was filled with the combination of slapping, grunts, moans, and the sloshing of lube.
After a subjective eon of constant bliss, the warthog’s motions began to change. His breath became more rapid and his thrusts became more frenzied. The change of pace and the knowledge of what was coming next pushed Wolf over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a defeated howl as the warthog pressed his groin deep into his ass, sending waves and eaves of hot cum into the wolf at the exact same moment Wolf orgasmed right onto the lube soaked diaper pad.
With all his strength and energy leaving him the panting wolf just laid flat against the table as he just experienced the warthog slowly pulling his dick out with a wet ‘pop’ and wiping his cock against the wolf’s cheeks.
“I must admit,” the warthog said, sounding a bit winded, “I haven’t had a hole that milked me like that in a long while…. Bravo lil’ pup.” It almost sounded like this was going to be the end of this masochistic adventure until he continued with “But I have a mission and I never walked away from a mission.” as the warthog took a steadying step towards the shelf.
With a bit less vigor than before, the warthog grabbed the next dildo, walked back to the table, submerged it in the tub of lube to begin the cycle yet again. Too drained and exhausted from the experience, all Wolf could do was let out a defeated whimper as his ass involuntarily twitched as the warthog approached, too tired to protest or enjoy what was coming. The dildo training resumed again, stretching and working the wolf’s hole to take more and more of the silicon but this time. This time there was a noticeable decrease in the warthog energy as he carried his work, with more labored pushes at a slower and steadier pace.
Soon after a half dozen other dildos, the warthog began to regain his vigor as he got back into the swing of things. With the energy and enjoyment returning as he said with a smile in his voice “I think the pup is ready for ‘me’ again” he dropped the slippery toy onto the growing pile of dildos. As the warthog rubbed his gloves together, making a slippery wet sound.
Before the spent wolf could begin to piece together what the hog meant he heard the loud squishing sound as the warthog plunged his hand into the bottom of the jar of lube. He brought it back up, pausing for a moment allowing the excess slime to drip off of him, back into the container.
Once enough of the runoff fell off, the warthog brought the sopping wet glove over towards the wolf. The hog ran his thumb up the length of the taint, scooping up the combination of lube and pig cum to push it back into the wolf’s stretched hole, easily sliding his thumb in right to the knuckle. After flexing and wiggling his thumb, the warthog pulled it out only to replace it with his fingers. The sensation of those long thick crossed fingers replaced the space as they slid in with just as much more ease and comfort than before.
At that the wolf let out a deep sigh, almost enjoying the break from the torment until after a few smooth thrusts the warthog said, “Oh look at you, taking three fingers like a pro…why I remembered when I had to pry you open to just take two of my piggies.”
That off-handed comment caused Wolf’s whole body to react with a start as his mind raced away, ‘Three fingers!? what is that right? No, it can’t be he must be lying’. As if the warthog was reading the wolf’s mind he wiggled his fingers inside of him, letting all three digits stretch out against the wolf’s lining, putting that concern to rest and leaving the wolf to contemplate exactly how much ‘progress’ was done back there from this as the warthog pulled his hand away.
“I’m impressed pup,” chuckled the warthog, “Let’s see if you’re good enough to jump from three to five.” as the pig dragged all five fingers across Wolf’s ass, forming a single form at the entrance and pushed his entire hand inside. All five fingers slid with little to no resistance.
There was a slight stop as Wolf felt the warthog’s knuckles meet the entrance of his worn hole. “Come on, pup take a few deep breaths before the push,” he said in a mocking tone. Too caught up in the moment and the daunting realization of what is coming next, the wolf’s body obeyed as it took a deep breath from his nose. On cue, the wolf felt the warthog pushed.
Pressure and sensation filled the wolf’s visions as his now well used hole slowly started to accept the unstoppable force of the hog’s hand. The pressure kept building more and more, higher and higher until there was a wet ‘pop’ as Wolf felt the warthog’s entire hand rush into him in a fraction of a moment. The entire sensation caught Wolf so off guard that the act pushed out a surprised gasp from Wolf’s throat. All that the warthog said was simply, “What a champ!”
The dom took a moment to let his hand just rest inside before he started to slowly twist his wrist, back and forth, back and forth. Shape and sensation inside of Wolf almost second to none, yet when Wolf felt as the warthog’s huge knuckles moved and bounced his prostate up and down sent the wolf’s sex drive to full speed again. His heart began to speed up, his tail betrayed him with a wag as Wolf’s cock twitched back to life and soon started leaking precum on the fully overflowing diaper pad.
After a few more twists of the wrist, the warthog moved on to slowly opening his fist to the most he could then closing it into a fist. With each opening, he opened it a bit wider and kept it open a bit longer every time to the tortured sound and moan of the wolf as the wolf could only spasm and continue leaking pre to the ever growing puddle.
The room was just filled with the gasps and impotent moans from Wolf. It carried on and on as the warthog pushed the limit with every twist, every opening, and clenching of his fist.
Long after that, Wolf finally heard the warthog speak, “Look like the little pup is ready to blow again….. Doesn’t he want to?” he asked in a sing song voice. That simple question with that condescending tone was the final straw, the blue wolf finally broke down and let loose a near undecipherable series of begs and pleas, all stumbling out of his mouth just became an unintelligible mess of words as he shook his head in agreement.
Wolf felt the huge warthog lean on top of his back, pressing his hard muscle gut against him as the wolf felt the warthog’s breath on his ear as he whispered, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear” as he reached down with his other hand to slowly run a finger up and down the underbelly of the wolf’s shaft.
The warthog relaxed his hand and started the process to ease his gloved hand out of the hole. Wolf whimpered as the meaty finger finally was removed from his asshole and then proceeded to wipe the excess lube across Wolf’s cheeks before the hog went back to the shelves. Craning his head to the side he was able to see what the dom was reaching for.
It was the only dildo left on the wall, hanging up on the top shelf was the dreaded horse cock, that wolf’s previous thought was just some kinky art set piece. But as he watched the warthog easily wrap his huge hands around the toy. From what the Boss Hog put him through, Wolf knew now that he could easily take the length and width of that toy no problem. The warthog turned around, with a glint in his eye as he slowly walked across the room, back to the table, slapping the horse cock in his hand.
The warthog got back into position, he still dunked the horse dildo into the jug but it barely covered most of it in the remains of the once filled five gallon tub. Lathering the rest of it with his hands, the warthog just said, “Let’s finish this” as he lined up the huge toy and prepared to ease it in.
Hardly any resistance was met from Wolf’s body with this last toy. The hole took all of the horsecock, the unforgettable sensation of filling up overtook Wolf as his prostate and entire body were stimulated to the limit. It didn’t take long until Wolf started panting and moaning like before. As the warthog placed constant headway inwards, this time he would pay attention to the dripping wet wolf cock, coaxing it along to keep it at full mast. The warthog was a master playing with Wolf’s cock, teasing and stroking it but pulling away just before Wolf could reach climax.
After agonizing bliss and ecstasy, Wolf felt the pace of the horse’s cock change, slowing down with more steady and deep pushes as the teasing of his cock increased more and more, resulting in Wolf’s whole body igniting in a wildfire of lust.
“Almost….” whispered the warthog as he kept going “Almost…” he repeated. Wolf was too far gone to care about what the dom was saying but somehow he knew this was all going to end soon. There was no doubt about that.
“Almost…” whispered the warthog until Wolf felt it. The distinct feeling of two giant silicon horse balls pressed against his cheeks. “There we go!” exclaimed the pig as he grabbed the wolf’s cock and began seriously stroking it, “How does it feel taking a horse cock all the way to the balls?”
Overwhelmed by sensations and the realization of that near impossible fact resulted in Wolf answering the question earnestly, “It feels amazing, Sir. It would ne-” as a shudder of pleasure interrupted his speech.
“Go on” teased the Hog, “as you were…’you would never’….” as he slowed the stroking of the blue wolf’s dick.
Wolf, picking up on what was needed to be done and continued “I never thought I could take this before…:” the wolf choked out.
“Before?….” The warthog echoed as he started easing on the rhythm once again.
“Before I met you.” exclaimed the wolf between heavy pants.
“And what do we say to these people?” the warthog teased even more.
“Th-thank you sir!” shouted the wolf just as the warthog redoubled the speed of his handjob. The warthog aimed the cock straight down as the wolf orgasmed for the second time. The entire load landed square in the middle of the saturated diaper pad.
Gasping and panting, as exhaustion descended upon Wolf, he collapsed as the last bit of strength left him as his body fell on the table with an audible squelch. Mixed in with the exhaustion, Wolf felt a bit of pride as he started to slowly collect his senses enough to recognize what he just accomplished.
The warthog started easing the horsecock out while making a few comments to himself, “See, told you I could do it…. What a piece of work, one of my best. No doubt” as he started moving the mountain of used dildos off to the side of the room with his boot. “The table’s a complete mess” he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the PVC diaper lining as he tried to carefully envelop the wet mess around Wolf’s waist, having a moment of difficulty aligning the pushbuttons through the layer of lube.
As he kept talking to himself the warthog went back to the wolf and finally unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. In one brief motion, the Hog rolled the exhausted wolf onto his broad shoulders as he lumbered toward the far end of the small room, then the dom finally went back to address him.
“We still have some time before our benefactor cleans up and collects himself… Lucky for you I’m dog tired” Wolf could only hear the words enter his head as he lay there on his shoulder, exhausted. “So you’re still mine for a while,” he said as he eased the wolf’s body down on the floor, propped up against the sofa, head resting on the cushion. “I’m going to enjoy a nice sit.”
Wolf could only lay there with his head facing up on the sofa as his vision was obscured by an eclipsing hairy ass. A moment the entire thing enveloped him. The light was blacked out completely as the scent of freshly made musk barged into Wolf’s nostril and flooded his sinuses. The damp bristled hair kept applying more and more pressure against Wolf’s entire head as he heard the squeak of the rubber cushions around him, stopping just before the weight was too much to handle. The warthog then followed up with a wiggle of his ass against Wolf’s snout to get in a perfect position as he leaned back. Too spent to think, Wolf’s mouth and tongue went on autopilot as he started huffing and licking any part of the ass his tongue could reach.
Reducing all mental functions to the primal animal instincts, Wolf just gruffed and twitched his head to get any new area he hasn’t worshipped yet. Nothing else mattered anymore, Wolf’s only concern and thing to ever think about was the Boss Hog’s ass that was right in front of him.
Time carried on until Wolf heard the faint and muffled sound of a door opening. Wolf could feel the warthog shift his weight to sit upright as he also felt the hog say, “Oh there you are, Sir. Had your fun? Let me get him for you” as he rocked his body forwards to stand up. Light flooded Wolf’s vision as he experienced the huge warthog standing up and saw him to the side. Taking a breath of fresh air, Wolf willed himself to slowly crane his neck up towards the doorway, his sweaty brow knitted as his eyes focused on Echo.
His husband was standing in the door frame, in the same clothes that he left earlier that day. Echo looked truly exhilarated, he had a giant smile on his face, with fresh afterglow radiation off of him. The German Shepherd made his way across the room to help Wolf in his efforts to stand up. As soon as Wolf was brought to his feet, Echol pulled him in for an embrace. “How was it, sweety? Did you enjoy it? I know how much you want to be dommed once in a while. I watched it all go down from the next room over, you did amazing!”
“Oh he was more than amazing, Sir,” added the Warthog, “He was one of the best playthings I have had the pleasure to work with within a long while. I was afraid I might have pushed him too far at some points but he took everything like a trooper.” The Warthog’s mannerism changed as soon as Echo entered, transforming from a harsh authoritarian brute to a warm and welcoming host. He helped Echo and Wolf with their first few steps before peeling away to grab a handful of towels from a drawer under the table to throw over the gigantic pile of lube that stood between the couple and the door. As they made it to the door the warthog called out to Echo, “You remember where the cleaning station I showed your earlier?”
“Yup.” replied the German Shepherd as he guided Wolf to take a turn, going deeper into the building. Walking down the long hallway, lined with identical doors that they just emerged from, Wolf spotted the two ferrets hurrying by. Both were now decked out now in heavy duty cleaning gear while pushing a bright yellow plastic mopping kart that piled high with mops, rags, and cleaning chemicals.
Echo led Wolf to the end of the hallway as the brown German Shepherd pushed open a door and walked Wolf into a communal shower area. From there he eased his husband onto a plastic and metal shower chair and turned on the shower hose. Echo waited until the water was perfectly warm before gently wetting Wolf, followed by lathering a washcloth before rubbing it against the wet blue fur. From there, Echo made sure to lather, scrub, rinse and rinse every inch and crevice of his lover’s body, allowing plenty of time for the shower spray to massage all of Wolf’s sore muscles.
Once the showering was done, Echo toweled off his husband and guided him down another hallway to a door that was locked with a number pad. Tilting his body away to block Wolf’s sight, he entered the passcode and was met with an affirmative beep as the door unlocked.
Behind the locked door was a room that looked like it was ripped from a furniture store. The large room was scattered with soft chairs and sofas. Everything was basked in the soft warm light as ceiling windows cast down the sunrays of the late afternoon and gentle music quietly played. Off in the corner was a table filled with tea, coffee, and snacks other refreshments
Wolf just stood there and blinked as he began to comprehend what he was looking at. A room that was hidden from the rest of the dungeon. ‘This must be a VIP room.’ Wolf thought to himself as he was walked inside
Echo just wordlessly led Wolf to a sofa, allowing his husband to collapse on it before following him for a nice long cuddle session. As Wolf started to nod off in Echo’s arm he let out a quiet “Thank you for this. This was exactly what I needed” as he fell into a deep, well deserved sleep he heard his husband, already nestled deep in his neck, respond with “Just wait for what I signed up for you next time…”
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You were dead tired from the day’s adventures of hanging out with your friends during the double feature horror movie night and the crowded subway trip back to your small little city apartment. You barely had enough energy to undress before you flopped down onto your bed and began to drift away into a deep sleep.
You do not know how or what caused it but you found yourself dreaming in a void of darkness. You floated completely naked in that vast expanse of nothing. No matter where you looked or propelled your dream body, it was more of the same constant oppressive infinite vast void. After what seemed like hours of exploring the empty something stirred on the edge of your senses as you turned your head in that direction, your whole perspective shifted with a daunting realization.
The infinite black void was not absent at all it was filled with gargantuan ethereal monsters and creatures all stacked and folded upon of themselves in the most claustrophobic manner possible.
Monsters and titans as tall as mountains and wider than cities. Eyes, mouths, teeth, tusks, and body parts of unimaginable size and dimensions merged to blot out whatever light there might have been in the void you were now residing in. All of them were silently moving in such bizarre and hypnotic constant motion. As you looked craned your head around, frantically searching where one ended and the next began, you soon accepted that such a feat was nigh impossible.
With that impossibility, fear overwhelmed you as your body froze in place, petrified of losing an arm or your entire body in a quietly mashing maw. After a terrifying eternity that passed within those next few moments you concluded that, despite all improbability, none of these incomprehensible beasts was going to devour you. As you started to back away from the hysterical edge of sudden death you began to try to figure out what was happening.
No matter where you looked your vision was clouded by the constant movement and writhing of these vast creatures. Realizing that there was going to be no way to correctly identify or separate monster the from the overlaying forms of the dozen or so others in the same space was when the next realization struck you with such force that it almost caused you to go back into hysterics.
The hundreds and thousands of giants that all occupied the same space that you were in did not care about you. All the hoards of beasts and demons present, making irrational movements and motions, did not even acknowledge that you were there with them. Any one of them, no doubt, could easily swallow you whole or tear you asunder in an instant but chose not to do so. The same way a business chooses not to step on an ant on a sidewalk as he makes his way through the city. Yet with that working theory of why you were still alive, you remained determined to stay perfectly quiet, least to garner any attention to your weak floating dream body in the mass of monster.
Once the twisted comfort that you were not worth the mere involuntary act of destruction from these greater beasts was when something skitted across the skin of your right ankle. It was a long and thin cord, an invisible ghostly tentacle. It had the properties of part of a giant worm but the width of a jungle snake.
As the unseen tendril only made the slightest touch on your ankle but the actions caused a burst of incomprehensible colores to explode across your body and clouded your vision. The color of a content afternoon clashed and mixed with hues of the sorrow of the last day of a previous life against the background color of pure delight. The indescribable colors overwhelmed you so much that, despite your best efforts, you let out a stifle of a laugh.
The moment that happened you clasped your hands over your mouth and brought your knees into a fetal position as the colores finished fading away from your memory. Shocked from the completely alien experience that blindsided your psyche you stayed frozen in fear praying that whatever grazed you goes on, uninterrupted and unbothered. A few tense moments later, it returned.
It made contact with your right foot and slowly begin to curl around it as it wrapped up your leg. The beast’s appendage was the same texture as before and provided the same psychedelic experience on yourself. An onslaught of unnatural and incredibly new colors splashed and crashed on your foot and moved up your leg with every new contact and exploration of the tendril.
The color of new blended with the shade of long-awaited victory, then that was suddenly interrupted by all the visual bouquet of the first pang of guilt. The experience set your brain a flame as you tried to process these experiences before just giving up as you let each new color experience after the other crashed and ran against your mind.
You could barely comprehend it, but a deep part of you understood the beast’s movement and actions. In a glimpse of sanity and clarity, you understood what it truly felt like to be a stunned bird. Knocked from the air by an invisible glass shield, now lying on the gravel ground as children poked and prodded your feathered body with sticks. This creature was doing the same thing, as the tendril felt and slithering up your leg in an almost juvenile manner. With that new fear instilled into you, you willed yourself still.
As it prodded and continue wrapping up your thigh it came in contact with the base of your cock. The sensation was too much to handle, just the lightest touch on your cock sent a wave of new colors racing with such intensity that within that moment your cock pushed past your fear of the surroundings and erupted in a powerful climax. You finally broke down soon after that, kicking your feet in spam, and let out an overwhelmed gasp. The second you regained control of your body, you froze in place as the invisible tendril remained motionless against your dream body.
As you stared where the unearthly appendage would be you felt the tip of it begin to tap again and inch up your shaft. The entire experience reignited as each millimeter snaked around sent another burst of ecstasy and mind-numbing euphoria crashing against your dick. With each new advance from the alien sent your dick through the stages of aroused, erect, teased, a full climax, to completely spent before starting back up at aroused again with every advancement.
The cycle continued like that, unbroken, sending you through countless orgasms that were just as impactful as the first. It carried on until it reached the head of your cock the tendril continued to advance and curl around your leg and cock until your shaft was covered up entirety and then continued to pulse in an arrhythmic fashion, which sped up the orgasm cycle to an unprecedented pace.
Any resolve that you had to remain quiet was completely eroded away as your body started to thrash and violently convulsed from the overwhelming force of it all. That was when you started to scream, moan and yell into the crowded void. In your madness, you began to beg and plead to God, which then dissolved into be begging the beast assaulting you for its name. In response the tentacle paused its action then the sound of two planets, submerged in an ocean of thick liquid, colliding filled your ears, followed by the sound of the vacuum of a black hole. Before it went back to its twisted work.
Your actions and expression must have been too much. Following that outburst, you felt three more tendrils make contact with your two hands and other foot. To your horror it was the same beast, the three other tentacles gave the same experience of unnatural surreal color explosions against the skin. The only difference now was that as the tentacles wrapped and advanced it also stretched and constrained the movement of your limbs as it inched towards your torso.
The restricted movements placed another dimension to the unearthly experience, now there was nowhere to move or spasm which caused your heart to race as your cock continued on the now neverending spinning between completely spent and ball draining climaxes.
The tentacle that started on your right hand and arm reached your shoulder, slowly wrapped around your neck, and then continued to explore your face until reaching your lips, just before prying itself inside. The instant the tendril touched your tongue your mouth was flooded with the taste of unobtainable aged wisdom distilled into a consistency that coaxed your mouth like thick honey.
The tentacle on your left leg advanced upwards spreading indescribable colors against your flesh as it crawled until it reached your waist and slowly wrapped around your upper thigh. The tentacle that wrapped around your right hand and slithered past your shoulder and began to wrap around your torso. Once it covered your chest, it brushed against your tailbone, which caused your body to convolute in another violent spasm. Through that involuntary human reaction or because of its own unnatural knowledge the tentacle paused for just an instance before moving downwards. Being fully restrained and prone all you could do is brace yourself as the thin tendril creep down, parting your cheeks and slithering inside.
Alien contact with your insides caused eldritch electricity to run through your entire body. That jolt sent the neverending motion of your dick into overdrive. It was now cycling so fast that you no longer could identify or register when you were climaxing or completely spent. It just merged and blended into a quantum state of both happening at the same time.
Now plugged and gagged, you tried to thrash against your fleshy restraints, which were hard as steel, as you tried do not to drown in a rapid whirlpool of unregistered bliss and exhaustion. With nothing else to lose, you threw away your logic as you now purposefully chose to cause a ruckus in pure pleasure, moaning, rattling against the restraints, no longer caring who or what witnessed this event.
Just as you have begun to start to piece your mind back together from within the torrent you felt each ridge on all four tentacles begin to grow buds. All at once each of the four tentacles sprouted miniature tendrils and begin to seep into your dream body. You felt each and everyone as it they phased deeper and deeper into you, penetrating its strange color and sensation into your muscles and bones.
The sprouted tendrils were just as long as the main tentacles and seemed to follow no rhyme or reason to how they operate nor how they explored your body’s inner workings with microscopically intricate prodding as they filled your insides completely.
You felt the lining of your ass begin to expand as the additional tendrils felt and then phased into the linings of your body, pushing to explore your intestines. Your mouth was full with a nest of miniature tendrils, that wiggled into your tongue, down your throat, and into your esophagus and even working through the roof of your mouth and into your brain.
This new depth of unholy pleasure was too much as you felt the sprouted tendrils curl, wrap, and secure around the core of your body. Then the tendrils begin to pull you apart. The stretching, the comprehension, and the sensation alone caused the complete unraveling of your body, mind, and soul.
Through the power of this abomination, you felt your mind and senses stretch and spread through the void of dreams and across the cosmos, while never tearing to pieces. You felt your awareness stretch through the confines of your bedroom, apartment, and then your entire blue planet in a blink of an eye. Then you were being spread across the emptiness of space.
You were aware of every aspect of your apartment that your real body was sleeping in as another part of you was recognizing that you were quickly approaching, and then passing, the red planet of Mars. Your conscience started bobbing and weaving throughout the asteroid belt, barely comprehending that you grazed past the rings of Jupiter before sailing beyond the very edge of the solar system.
Speeding faster and faster traveling the distance of lightyears in moments you witnessed no sights that no man had ever seen before, nor possibly could with any futuristic rocket.
You witnessed the weeping meteor, you stretched through the past the noneuclidean ruins of planets that were long dead before the birth of man’s prehistoric ancestors. You almost fell into the gravitational grasp of a mad star before being whisked away further than beyond that.
You kept going past solar systems after solar systems until it seemed that you reached the destination.
You were at the rocky shores of a plant, present at the head of a stone altar of some kind in the middle of a violent storm. There was an alien creature standing in front of it with a fish in one hand and a sharpened rock in the other. The alien looked like a humanoid fish monster that was spliced with characteristics of dinosaurs and behind him were miles and miles of similar monsters, all on their boney and scaly knees with their heads bowed as they faced the altar.
You were at the head of the alter while, impossibly enough, witnessing a different ceremony at the other corner of the universe.
In that corner, you were standing on a planet with a bright purple sky, in the middle of a vast field populated by flowers that could never be native to Earth. In the middle of the field stood a single tree, withered but still alive. You could sense, or know, that underneath the ground all the flower’s roots were feverishly working, pushing roots through the soil towards something.
Even though the creature that was stretching your mind to these impossible lengths did not speak, the message was clear, “look at how vast my reach is. See how great this is for them”
Back at the stone alter the apparent priest laid down the fish on the stone. In a strange tongue, it gurgled out a few lines that you could not translate but understood completely deep in your soul. As the monster said the last line, the miles of bowed followers roared it back in unison.
The roots of the flowers under the purple sky were mere millimeters away from their long sought after mysterious goal. All their weeks of hard work were about to pay off.
You were there as the fish creature brought up the stone knife and sunk it deep into the fish’s body, as the crowd of aliens started chanting that last phrase over and over. Each time getting more louder and more frenzied
The moment the knife connected, you felt the life energy flow out of the fish and into the elder creature. Since you were attached to it, you felt every jolt of energy seep into and past you as they made their way into the tendrils. The energy felt from that one little fish sent your mind fluttering with concentrated ecstasy as the chanting kept supplying the elder one with a constant stream of energy.
In the flow field, the alien plants finally reached their goal of interconnecting all of their roots to the roots of the tree. You could now see the life energy of every flower flow into the withered tree as it traveled up an invisible tendril interweaved in the tree. The melody of life and sacrifice the flowers gave was almost too sweet to bear while processing the experiencing of the slaying and chanting of the fish creatures.
There you saw the truth, you realized how trivial every invention man had ever created was in the true grand scheme of things. How feeble was it all is against the expanse of the cold universe. With your new perspective and elevated knowledge, you laughed at the absolute fact that any man-made creation will pale in comparison to what the field of recently converted flowers just accomplished.
Your spectral body convulsed across the stars and galaxies, reverberating over the entire length of the universe. You tried your best to let out a laugh of hysterical joy and understanding when with the beast’s tendril occupying your airways.
That must have been the right action and epiphany because you soon felt the tendrils within your begin to slacken as the sprouted tendrils retreated into one of the four main tentacles.
As those began their withdrawal you felt your mind seep away, no longer supported or connected to your new God. You started to peacefully dissipate away into the background radiation of the universe.
Your consciousness returned to you as the first ray of dawn entered your little apartment bedroom. Your throat was the first thing to welcome you back to the land of the waking with a sharp and coarse pain running down your throat as you swallowed. The sensation alone was enough to ensure that you were not going to slip back to sleep again. As you stirred you were greeted with sloshing sounds and motion.
Prying your eyes open you groggily sat up to examine what happened. As you brought your head up you were welcomed to the undeniable stench of cum. Peering down you saw that your bed, blanket, and even the floor were flooded with gallons and gallons of your cum. You slowly pieced together why your throat was so dry and now that you are more aware, you realized your lips were not only heavily cracked but now stuck in a permanent stretched grin.
As you unpeeled yourself from the bed, you gazed out the window towards the dwindling twinkling stars. As you laid your eyes on one particular constellation you felt its presence. The faintest slither that started at the crown of your head and moved down to your cock. Your physical cock tried to stand up once again but failed after untold loads from the night before.
You filled out your smile, validated in your fever dreamed experience. Your mission was now crystalized in your mind as you began to formulate the steps to carry it out. Humanity needed to participate in a planet wide ceremony, all for the glory of the elder beast.
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This story is dedicated to H.P Lovecraft. You were the father of Cosmic Horror that, years later, is still beyond our comprehension.
You were dead tired from the day’s adventures of hanging out with your friends during the double feature horror movie night and the crowded subway trip back to your small little city apartment. You barely had enough energy to undress before you flopped down onto your bed and began to drift away into a deep sleep.
You do not know how or what caused it but you found yourself dreaming in a void of darkness. You floated completely naked in that vast expanse of nothing. No matter where you looked or propelled your dream body, it was more of the same constant oppressive infinite vast void. After what seemed like hours of exploring the empty something stirred on the edge of your senses as you turned your head in that direction, your whole perspective shifted with a daunting realization.
The infinite black void was not absent at all it was filled with gargantuan ethereal monsters and creatures all stacked and folded upon of themselves in the most claustrophobic manner possible.
Monsters and titans as tall as mountains and wider than cities. Eyes, mouths, teeth, tusks, and body parts of unimaginable size and dimensions merged to blot out whatever light there might have been in the void you were now residing in. All of them were silently moving in such bizarre and hypnotic constant motion. As you looked craned your head around, frantically searching where one ended and the next began, you soon accepted that such a feat was nigh impossible.
With that impossibility, fear overwhelmed you as your body froze in place, petrified of losing an arm or your entire body in a quietly mashing maw. After a terrifying eternity that passed within those next few moments you concluded that, despite all improbability, none of these incomprehensible beasts was going to devour you. As you started to back away from the hysterical edge of sudden death you began to try to figure out what was happening.
No matter where you looked your vision was clouded by the constant movement and writhing of these vast creatures. Realizing that there was going to be no way to correctly identify or separate monster the from the overlaying forms of the dozen or so others in the same space was when the next realization struck you with such force that it almost caused you to go back into hysterics.
The hundreds and thousands of giants that all occupied the same space that you were in did not care about you. All the hoards of beasts and demons present, making irrational movements and motions, did not even acknowledge that you were there with them. Any one of them, no doubt, could easily swallow you whole or tear you asunder in an instant but chose not to do so. The same way a business chooses not to step on an ant on a sidewalk as he makes his way through the city. Yet with that working theory of why you were still alive, you remained determined to stay perfectly quiet, least to garner any attention to your weak floating dream body in the mass of monster.
Once the twisted comfort that you were not worth the mere involuntary act of destruction from these greater beasts was when something skitted across the skin of your right ankle. It was a long and thin cord, an invisible ghostly tentacle. It had the properties of part of a giant worm but the width of a jungle snake.
As the unseen tendril only made the slightest touch on your ankle but the actions caused a burst of incomprehensible colores to explode across your body and clouded your vision. The color of a content afternoon clashed and mixed with hues of the sorrow of the last day of a previous life against the background color of pure delight. The indescribable colors overwhelmed you so much that, despite your best efforts, you let out a stifle of a laugh.
The moment that happened you clasped your hands over your mouth and brought your knees into a fetal position as the colores finished fading away from your memory. Shocked from the completely alien experience that blindsided your psyche you stayed frozen in fear praying that whatever grazed you goes on, uninterrupted and unbothered. A few tense moments later, it returned.
It made contact with your right foot and slowly begin to curl around it as it wrapped up your leg. The beast’s appendage was the same texture as before and provided the same psychedelic experience on yourself. An onslaught of unnatural and incredibly new colors splashed and crashed on your foot and moved up your leg with every new contact and exploration of the tendril.
The color of new blended with the shade of long-awaited victory, then that was suddenly interrupted by all the visual bouquet of the first pang of guilt. The experience set your brain a flame as you tried to process these experiences before just giving up as you let each new color experience after the other crashed and ran against your mind.
You could barely comprehend it, but a deep part of you understood the beast’s movement and actions. In a glimpse of sanity and clarity, you understood what it truly felt like to be a stunned bird. Knocked from the air by an invisible glass shield, now lying on the gravel ground as children poked and prodded your feathered body with sticks. This creature was doing the same thing, as the tendril felt and slithering up your leg in an almost juvenile manner. With that new fear instilled into you, you willed yourself still.
As it prodded and continue wrapping up your thigh it came in contact with the base of your cock. The sensation was too much to handle, just the lightest touch on your cock sent a wave of new colors racing with such intensity that within that moment your cock pushed past your fear of the surroundings and erupted in a powerful climax. You finally broke down soon after that, kicking your feet in spam, and let out an overwhelmed gasp. The second you regained control of your body, you froze in place as the invisible tendril remained motionless against your dream body.
As you stared where the unearthly appendage would be you felt the tip of it begin to tap again and inch up your shaft. The entire experience reignited as each millimeter snaked around sent another burst of ecstasy and mind-numbing euphoria crashing against your dick. With each new advance from the alien sent your dick through the stages of aroused, erect, teased, a full climax, to completely spent before starting back up at aroused again with every advancement.
The cycle continued like that, unbroken, sending you through countless orgasms that were just as impactful as the first. It carried on until it reached the head of your cock the tendril continued to advance and curl around your leg and cock until your shaft was covered up entirety and then continued to pulse in an arrhythmic fashion, which sped up the orgasm cycle to an unprecedented pace.
Any resolve that you had to remain quiet was completely eroded away as your body started to thrash and violently convulsed from the overwhelming force of it all. That was when you started to scream, moan and yell into the crowded void. In your madness, you began to beg and plead to God, which then dissolved into be begging the beast assaulting you for its name. In response the tentacle paused its action then the sound of two planets, submerged in an ocean of thick liquid, colliding filled your ears, followed by the sound of the vacuum of a black hole. Before it went back to its twisted work.
Your actions and expression must have been too much. Following that outburst, you felt three more tendrils make contact with your two hands and other foot. To your horror it was the same beast, the three other tentacles gave the same experience of unnatural surreal color explosions against the skin. The only difference now was that as the tentacles wrapped and advanced it also stretched and constrained the movement of your limbs as it inched towards your torso.
The restricted movements placed another dimension to the unearthly experience, now there was nowhere to move or spasm which caused your heart to race as your cock continued on the now neverending spinning between completely spent and ball draining climaxes.
The tentacle that started on your right hand and arm reached your shoulder, slowly wrapped around your neck, and then continued to explore your face until reaching your lips, just before prying itself inside. The instant the tendril touched your tongue your mouth was flooded with the taste of unobtainable aged wisdom distilled into a consistency that coaxed your mouth like thick honey.
The tentacle on your left leg advanced upwards spreading indescribable colors against your flesh as it crawled until it reached your waist and slowly wrapped around your upper thigh. The tentacle that wrapped around your right hand and slithered past your shoulder and began to wrap around your torso. Once it covered your chest, it brushed against your tailbone, which caused your body to convolute in another violent spasm. Through that involuntary human reaction or because of its own unnatural knowledge the tentacle paused for just an instance before moving downwards. Being fully restrained and prone all you could do is brace yourself as the thin tendril creep down, parting your cheeks and slithering inside.
Alien contact with your insides caused eldritch electricity to run through your entire body. That jolt sent the neverending motion of your dick into overdrive. It was now cycling so fast that you no longer could identify or register when you were climaxing or completely spent. It just merged and blended into a quantum state of both happening at the same time.
Now plugged and gagged, you tried to thrash against your fleshy restraints, which were hard as steel, as you tried do not to drown in a rapid whirlpool of unregistered bliss and exhaustion. With nothing else to lose, you threw away your logic as you now purposefully chose to cause a ruckus in pure pleasure, moaning, rattling against the restraints, no longer caring who or what witnessed this event.
Just as you have begun to start to piece your mind back together from within the torrent you felt each ridge on all four tentacles begin to grow buds. All at once each of the four tentacles sprouted miniature tendrils and begin to seep into your dream body. You felt each and everyone as it they phased deeper and deeper into you, penetrating its strange color and sensation into your muscles and bones.
The sprouted tendrils were just as long as the main tentacles and seemed to follow no rhyme or reason to how they operate nor how they explored your body’s inner workings with microscopically intricate prodding as they filled your insides completely.
You felt the lining of your ass begin to expand as the additional tendrils felt and then phased into the linings of your body, pushing to explore your intestines. Your mouth was full with a nest of miniature tendrils, that wiggled into your tongue, down your throat, and into your esophagus and even working through the roof of your mouth and into your brain.
This new depth of unholy pleasure was too much as you felt the sprouted tendrils curl, wrap, and secure around the core of your body. Then the tendrils begin to pull you apart. The stretching, the comprehension, and the sensation alone caused the complete unraveling of your body, mind, and soul.
Through the power of this abomination, you felt your mind and senses stretch and spread through the void of dreams and across the cosmos, while never tearing to pieces. You felt your awareness stretch through the confines of your bedroom, apartment, and then your entire blue planet in a blink of an eye. Then you were being spread across the emptiness of space.
You were aware of every aspect of your apartment that your real body was sleeping in as another part of you was recognizing that you were quickly approaching, and then passing, the red planet of Mars. Your conscience started bobbing and weaving throughout the asteroid belt, barely comprehending that you grazed past the rings of Jupiter before sailing beyond the very edge of the solar system.
Speeding faster and faster traveling the distance of lightyears in moments you witnessed no sights that no man had ever seen before, nor possibly could with any futuristic rocket.
You witnessed the weeping meteor, you stretched through the past the noneuclidean ruins of planets that were long dead before the birth of man’s prehistoric ancestors. You almost fell into the gravitational grasp of a mad star before being whisked away further than beyond that.
You kept going past solar systems after solar systems until it seemed that you reached the destination.
You were at the rocky shores of a plant, present at the head of a stone altar of some kind in the middle of a violent storm. There was an alien creature standing in front of it with a fish in one hand and a sharpened rock in the other. The alien looked like a humanoid fish monster that was spliced with characteristics of dinosaurs and behind him were miles and miles of similar monsters, all on their boney and scaly knees with their heads bowed as they faced the altar.
You were at the head of the alter while, impossibly enough, witnessing a different ceremony at the other corner of the universe.
In that corner, you were standing on a planet with a bright purple sky, in the middle of a vast field populated by flowers that could never be native to Earth. In the middle of the field stood a single tree, withered but still alive. You could sense, or know, that underneath the ground all the flower’s roots were feverishly working, pushing roots through the soil towards something.
Even though the creature that was stretching your mind to these impossible lengths did not speak, the message was clear, “look at how vast my reach is. See how great this is for them”
Back at the stone alter the apparent priest laid down the fish on the stone. In a strange tongue, it gurgled out a few lines that you could not translate but understood completely deep in your soul. As the monster said the last line, the miles of bowed followers roared it back in unison.
The roots of the flowers under the purple sky were mere millimeters away from their long sought after mysterious goal. All their weeks of hard work were about to pay off.
You were there as the fish creature brought up the stone knife and sunk it deep into the fish’s body, as the crowd of aliens started chanting that last phrase over and over. Each time getting more louder and more frenzied
The moment the knife connected, you felt the life energy flow out of the fish and into the elder creature. Since you were attached to it, you felt every jolt of energy seep into and past you as they made their way into the tendrils. The energy felt from that one little fish sent your mind fluttering with concentrated ecstasy as the chanting kept supplying the elder one with a constant stream of energy.
In the flow field, the alien plants finally reached their goal of interconnecting all of their roots to the roots of the tree. You could now see the life energy of every flower flow into the withered tree as it traveled up an invisible tendril interweaved in the tree. The melody of life and sacrifice the flowers gave was almost too sweet to bear while processing the experiencing of the slaying and chanting of the fish creatures.
There you saw the truth, you realized how trivial every invention man had ever created was in the true grand scheme of things. How feeble was it all is against the expanse of the cold universe. With your new perspective and elevated knowledge, you laughed at the absolute fact that any man-made creation will pale in comparison to what the field of recently converted flowers just accomplished.
Your spectral body convulsed across the stars and galaxies, reverberating over the entire length of the universe. You tried your best to let out a laugh of hysterical joy and understanding when with the beast’s tendril occupying your airways.
That must have been the right action and epiphany because you soon felt the tendrils within your begin to slacken as the sprouted tendrils retreated into one of the four main tentacles.
As those began their withdrawal you felt your mind seep away, no longer supported or connected to your new God. You started to peacefully dissipate away into the background radiation of the universe.
Your consciousness returned to you as the first ray of dawn entered your little apartment bedroom. Your throat was the first thing to welcome you back to the land of the waking with a sharp and coarse pain running down your throat as you swallowed. The sensation alone was enough to ensure that you were not going to slip back to sleep again. As you stirred you were greeted with sloshing sounds and motion.
Prying your eyes open you groggily sat up to examine what happened. As you brought your head up you were welcomed to the undeniable stench of cum. Peering down you saw that your bed, blanket, and even the floor were flooded with gallons and gallons of your cum. You slowly pieced together why your throat was so dry and now that you are more aware, you realized your lips were not only heavily cracked but now stuck in a permanent stretched grin.
As you unpeeled yourself from the bed, you gazed out the window towards the dwindling twinkling stars. As you laid your eyes on one particular constellation you felt its presence. The faintest slither that started at the crown of your head and moved down to your cock. Your physical cock tried to stand up once again but failed after untold loads from the night before.
You filled out your smile, validated in your fever dreamed experience. Your mission was now crystalized in your mind as you began to formulate the steps to carry it out. Humanity needed to participate in a planet wide ceremony, all for the glory of the elder beast.
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Charles was sitting in his car, nervously drumming the steering wheel as he had his eyes locked on the entrance of the local dive bar. Charles was a tall, lean and muscular blue shark with silver metallic running up and down his chest and arms while his tail had bioluminescent red stripes running across his tail. He was in jeans, his favorite t-shirt and was fiddling with his recently stylized white hair from the rearview mirror. He had been sitting in his car for the past ten minutes watching the bar from his spot on the next street over, building up his confidence as well as running through everything that led up to this moment.
It was really stupid, honestly. It started after one too many lonely Friday nights, Charles noticed a new post on a long dead local branch of a BDSM online forum. It came from a user simply called, ‘Red’ and it read, “New Dom to the area, recently moved, finally settled down in this location and ready to jump start the local kink scene.” It was only a few days old but still months more recent than the other post of someone begging for attention. Mid-fapping session Charles’s curiosity and horniness got the better of him and decided to follow up with Red, with private messages. Red responded quickly and soon he and Charles started talking. After a quick introduction and run down, things really hit it off as Red started probing Charles about preferences and kinks. The shark was new to the scene in real life but wanted to try a bit of everything, and told Red so.
Red picked up on that immediately as he shifted to proposing ideas and scenarios from mild to the extreme to the shark. By chance or skill each and every scenario mentioned pushed Charles’s most deviant buttons. Through a combination of lust and excitement, Charles kept divulging more and more wilder interest and deeper desires, ping ponging between sex submission, gear, toys, outfits, and outings.
All the while Red just listened to Charles’s wishes, while asserting and confirming that all those things could easily be done in person and more. From the way, Red kept answering and talking it was clear he had experience, mastery with what he talked about and kept dropping hints that he practiced or was practicing these scenarios with others as Charles talked to him. After weeks of talking, discussing, hashing out, brainstorming ideas Charles finally brought up the courage to ask to meet in person.
One workweek later Charles was pulling up to the bar that Red decided to give the shark a set of instructions once he got there.
Checking his watch, the nervous shark realized that if he was to idle in his car any longer he would be in danger of being late. At the last possible moment, Charles turned off his car, double checked that he had his phone and wallet in his pant’s pocket, and crossed the street to head into the meet-up point.
Walking through the door, Charles was met with the distinct combination of cigar smoke, spilled beer, and men. His eyes then confirmed what his nose and Charles’s own previous internet investigation already told him, It was a dive bar. It was almost perfect in its design, layout, decoration, and even down to the patrons of this place. Big men sat at tables scattered around the floor or stationed at the bar. Every one of them was nursing their beers while actively and aggressively not paying attention to anyone else at the bar.
Being mindful to lift his finned shark tail a bit higher in the air, to avoid it touching the floor, Charles made his way to the bartender. The bartender was a large scarred and grizzled brown grizzly bear and only welcomed the young shark with a stern stare. The appearance intimidated Charles for a moment as he had to take a half moment to compose himself and recited the code phrase that he was given, “I am looking for yesterday’s newspaper.”
At that, the grizzly bear gave Charles a nod and a gruff of acknowledgement before he put a big paw into his pocket to retrieve something and slid it across the counter towards him. As the bartender lifted his brown paw he revealed a small key attached to a scarlet painted metal ‘R’ keychain. Once the shark picked it up the bartender gruffed once more and cocked his head towards the hallway in the back before returning to cleaning the beer glasses. Taking the hint, Charles tightly grasped the key and made his way towards the hallway.
The hallway was short and only had four doors. A bathroom for men, one for women that seemed hardly used, a double door that led to the kitchen, and in a little alcove was a push door that most would confuse for a broom closet. It was a plain wooden door with the only thing to give it away was that the door lock was painted the same color as the keychain. With a slight trembling hand, Charles inserted the key into the knob and turned, and slowly pushed the door open.
The door opened up to a room that was surprisingly larger than a narrow door would suggest. The area was illuminated by a few fluorescent lights and it was almost bare, with a few cardboard boxes stacked on the left and a pile of flattened cardboard on the other side. The wooden floor was noticeably cleaner than the rest of the bar and while the walls looked freshly painted the room had the lingering smell of sweat in the air. Right in the middle of the room was Red, sitting in a black leather easy chair. There was no mistaking it.
He was not lying about his username, Red was a big demon, with red skin covering his entire bipedal body. He was well built with broad muscular arms and shoulders, even though he was sitting the shark knew that Red could easily tower over him by two feet, at least. He was dressed in full matching leather gear from his black and white biker hat to his chest harness, bracers down to his leather chaps that black his black and red jock that was adorned with a zipper running down the front of the underwear. The demon Red did not say anything, he just sat there staring at the shark with his glinting black eyes and a knowing grin.
After standing in awe in the door frame, Red spoke in a commanding voice, “Welcome to the web Charlie boy, Come in….and shut the door behind you.” Charles quickly realized where he was as quickly checked the hallways for any onlookers before making his way into the room and letting the door swing closed.
The shark just stood there, head flushed with the situation in front of him. All he could say in response was a weak little “h-hello”. That was met with Red throwing his head back in deep laughter. “Oh, you weren’t lying when you said that you were new to this, you’re so wet behind the ears that I could soak it up with a sponge.”
That caused Charles to cross his arms and blush. He was in the process of forming an apology before Red interrupted him. “Don’t apologize. It just means that there are so many new experiences to put your through. Now be honest. How much of those kinky things you typed out in chat were your true interests and how much did you write just to impress me?” the demon said coyly.
Charles just stood there as he recounted all the hundreds of messages, pictures, stories, ideas, and digital promises that the young and naive sharks made to this internet stranger in the countless instances of lust fueled frenzy. After thinking of all of those he took a deep swallow and simply said, “All of it.”
“Now that ….is good to hear,” Red replied. Before Charles could stop himself his lips let loose, “and is the same true for you?” Red froze for a moment as if he had just received a slap in the face. He slowly raised from his seat, bringing himself to his full height, eyes locked on the shark. Even from across the room, Charles felt a twinge of intimation race down his spine. “Trust me, little shark. I have never lied about my past experiences.” Red said in a stern and absolute voice as his eyes continued to bore down into the shark.
“But,” he followed up a half moment later, “Since a lot of people online talk of big games, I guess it’s not unreasonable to ask if I also walk the walk.” As he lowered himself down back onto the chair. Once he was settled in he raised his right hand and snapped it twice with “oh Puppy~ Come on out, we have company.” He followed with a mock sing-song voice.
There was a rustling sound from somewhere in the dark toward the back of the room, off to the right of Red’s Chair. From the darkness trotted out something moving on all fours, as it made its way closer to Red it finally entered the light enough for Charles to clearly see what it was.
It was a spotted brown African Wild Dog that crawled on all fours, with his tail high in the air. He had black gloves on his hands and knee pads on his bent knees. On his head was a brown pup hood that ran all the way down his neck which was attached to a collar that seemed to lock them in place around his head. Besides those four items, the wild dog was completely naked. Despite his nakedness, the wild dog trotted over to the chair seat and lifted himself up by his forelimbs up to sit doggy style by Red’s right-hand side. “This here is Pilot “ Red said, in the same way, one would introduce an award winning pet. “I tamed him myself, and he moved here with me,” the only thing Pilot did was let out a proud, “wuff” in response.
As Pilot settled down, he exposed the final bit of accessories on the sub, a gold chastity cage shined bright in the overhead light. Stunned by the brazened boldness of the display, Charles just kept his eyes glued on Pilot, reexamining the gear, his form, and his chastity cage that he was practically on display as he sat.
When Charles figured that the sub probably was showing it off to him and when he realized that he was staring at the cage and quickly tried to turn away by faking a cough. That only caused both Red and the pilot to stifle a chuckle. “It’s alright shark boy. You can look” coaxed Red. With that bit of permission, Charles turned his head back towards Red, trying his best not to have his gaze drift over to the naked wild dog right next to him.
“As I was saying this is Pilot. He’s been here since the beginning and way more kinky than me if you can believe it.” As Red brought his hand down to rustle the dog’s hooded head. In response, Pilot leaned his head into the scratches with an animalist moan of approval. “He’s helping me in my quest to carve out a dungeon right here in this bar,” Red said as he gestured to the cardboard boxes pushed to the side of the room. “And he’s in charge of cultivating and growing the kink scene within this town. In fact, he helped draft the very online ad that led you here to me.” Pilot let out another ‘wuff’ of acknowledgement at that.
Charles had to take a minute to process that, while Red teased the idea of a harem in his online chats, Charles did not actually think that claim held any water let alone that he was actively recruiting. As he thought about it, he realized where he was standing, in front of a dom that he had to get to via a secret code word and who already had a sub wrapped around his finger. The mere idea that this could actually work caused Charles’s stomach to flutter.
As the shark was pondering, Red followed up with “if you join, you could have to report to Pilot here, he’s my… co-pilot for all matters of recruiting and onboarding new subs in this circle. He’s impossibly thorough in this inspection and training…” trailing off as the hooded African Wild Dog snickers with a bit more malice in his tone. “But rest assured shark boy, if you join, you won’t be the lowest peg on the totem pole. That spot is permanently filled. In fact, why don’t I introduce him to you now!” Red as a wicked smile spread across his face. “Here boy!” the demon said as he snapped his fingers.
A whimper emerged from a pile of broken-down cardboard boxes from the other side of the room. It took a moment for whatever was underneath to make its way outwards but from the response and how it moved, it was clear that it was fully awake and was just waiting under all of that debris to be called upon.
A form shook itself free from the trash, it took a moment for Charles’s eyes to focus upon the process of what he was looking at but his nose got the first clue. That stale sweat smell redoubled in the air as the boxes were shaken off and became a lingering smell of stale sweat and musk Charles winced away from it for a moment before his eyes could finally figure out what it was.
It was another furry that was in some sort of the most restrictive pup gear that Charles has ever seen. While Pilot had casual gloves and knee pads, this poor soul had padded gloves that turned his front hands into useless padded mitts. His knees had the same type of heavy padded and high endurance knee pads. On the front, there was a bit of gear attached to the face and a large flat object attached to his back. In the back was a wooden bar that ran from between his ankles and attached to something below his tail. The bar impeded his movement but somehow he managed to navigate his way to the center of the room.
In the light Charles could see what he truly was, a grey husky mix with a dark grey coat shining on his back and a lighter grey coat on his stomach. Now fully illuminated Charles could finally clearly look at the thing that was so off-putting, a shiny silver tray was strapped to his back, and on the husky’s was a long metal muzzle that extended his face a few unnatural inches. Between the metal bars, the shark saw that the cage was filled with red jocks and socks. Carles shuttered with disgust and intrigue at the contraption as the mutt turned his head away in some sort of shame.
Red let loose a roaring laugh as he watched the two interact, which caused the mutt to bow his head in embarrassment. “Here’s the absolute bottom of the totem pole right there! His name’s Azi and he was actually the first to answer my little online flyer. He practically begged me to use and abuse him and he made me guarantee that he would be the lowest bottom in the organization. Who am I to deny him that experience here?”
Azi made an uncomfortable, yet not protesting, whimper at that statement. “He’s been a loyal mutt and great for free entertainment for the place… in fact. Pup!” barked Red as he turned his head towards Azi, “Go fetch me a drink. Put it on your bill.”
The mutt let out a weak whimper as he craned his head back at the demon but quickly turned back forward before he could meet Red’s eyes. He then slowly began the awkward start of navigating his restricted limbs to slowly make his way past Charles towards the push door.
With Azi struggling past Charles, the shark could not help but take a peek at the sub’s underbelly. The first thing Charles saw from in between the movements of the restricted limb was a bright pink plastic little chastity cage clinging to his cock.
As the mutt made his way past Charles he got a good view of Azi’s behind, which was more intense than he initially thought. The wooden bar that was attached to the husky mutt’s ankles had a rope wrapped tight around his little balls which were held in place. Seeing it at that angle, Charles finally realized what that was, he only saw it in the most extreme stuff but it was a wooden humbler. But the most shocking thing and was probably the leading cause of Azi’s stiff and awkward body movement, the large red silicone dildo wedged into the Mutt’s ass, all the way to the hilt. Just from the initial glance, it caused Charles’s ass to clench in excitement and anticipation.
With the mutt’s slow waddling past Charles, the scent of musk mask increased as the mutt pushed the door open with his head and made his way out of the room. “I’m thinking of installing a doggy door, but I’m getting too much fun watching him struggle,” Red remarked.
Charles heard Azi march down the hallway he heard the faint sounds of the bar patrons making some inaudible wisecrack comments and the sound of legs of a chair scraping against the wooden floor. “Told you, he’s good for morale,” Red said picking up on the shark’s perked ears,
“But enough about the mutt. Let’s talk brass tacks” Red said as he leaned forward in his chair towards his newest interest. “You’ve seen my location, lair, what I’m going to do with it, and how I treat my pack. So where do you stand?” Red inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Still reeling from the sight of the servant crawling by him and Red’s words echoing in his head, “He practically begged me to use and abuse him” caused Charles’s head to become flushed with blood as his cock was now becoming increasingly uncomfortable against the fabric of his pants.
All of that and what he saw resulted in him telling the truth. “I want, I want everything about this. I want to spend my nights here. At this bar, under your watch and guidance…” Taking a moment to take a deep swallow. “To be under your command and help you carve out and grow the most depraved kink club and community there has ever been. I want it all and all that it could be.” Red just sat there, stone still with a smile on his face. “That is exactly what I expected to hear from you, Shark boy.”
“I’ll allow Pilot here to bring you up to speed with all of my expectations and your new schedule.” As the attentive dog wuffed in merry and mischievous agreement.
At that moment the door creaked open as Azi gingerly pushed the door open with his face as he steadily entered the room. The mutt was taking careful steps with his padded paws not to spill a drop from the glass of beer now perched on the silver tray on his back. When Azi went by, Charles noted that the red dildo position was now rotated the other way.
Azi took one more look over his shoulder towards the shark before he continued on his path back towards Red. Stopping right at the left hand side of the leather, at the perfect height for the demon to take the glass in his hand. The only comment Red gave was a “that will be all, get back to your den.” as both on acknowledgment and dismissal of the mutt.
With another whine, Azi went back to his pile of cardboard with his tail trying it’s best to droop over the dildo, to make a hang between his legs.
Red raised his beer in salute, “It’s a deal then” as he took a deep pull from his glass. After a satisfying deep sigh, he then locked his eyes right onto Charles. “Now, shark boy, you now know we don’t just talk here, can we expect you to start?” As Red moved his right hand down to his groin slowly pulled the zipper on his jock down. Red only had to pull it halfway down before a large thick cock flopped out for the whole room to witness. Pilot’s eyes hungrily darted to red’s groin, only for a moment before he willed himself to get back in attention. Charles immediately became fixated on it.
Mouthwatering he began to take his first step towards the red demon, then falling down to his knees in front of Red’s lap. Charles took one more look up at his new dom, as the demon gave a reassuring nod. With that Charles began the start of worshipping with his tongue and mouth. Slowly and meticulously making sure each square inch of the cock was given proper tribute. As he worked, Charles let out a series of involuntary moans. Through his monas and actions, Charles heard the faint sounds of whimpers from Azi as the mutt watched it happen from his den of boxes.
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