Adult
A Leather Daddy Tiger Dom.
Bondage, Gay, Humiliation, Slave Tattooing, Slave=Tongue/Master= Nipple Piercings

Hope you like

Here is the refs of the Daddy Tiger http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13150766/ and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13150887/

Did you have a preference for which character from one of my stories you wanted paired with that magnificent feline, or should I just pair him with a guy who needs a leather daddy's firm hand to learn his place?

the second one

Tai went up the porch steps two at a time, but paused for a moment when he reached the door, nervousness warring inside him with a mixture of arousal, anticipation, and something else that made his heart race and his tail curl beneath him all at once. Nervousness lost, and the wolf rang the doorbell with a grin, ears perking forward and listening for the familiar sound of footsteps. While he waited, the wolf’s tongue subconsciously flicked between his front teeth, toying with the metal beads of his piercing. Even after a month, it still felt strange to him, and was taking almost as much getting used to as the padded leather collar locked around his neck. At least the tongue piercing was easy to hide… the first couple of weeks in the collar it had felt like everyone was staring at him, and he’d had to fight the urge to beg Master Anderson to take it off… or at least let him slide off the humiliating tags.

As if summoned by that thought, the door opened, and Tai forgot all about his nervousness for a little while. Almost nine feet tall, the muscular tiger towered the wolf, who would’ve had to stretch if he’d wanted to touch the broad shoulders that filled the doorway and practically hid the feline’s feathery wings. Tai wasn’t short for his species, but being in the presence of the tiger made him feel like a child, and compared to the tiger’s colourful fur, his own white pelt felt plain and unexceptional. Tucking his tail and lowering his ears respectfully felt natural. Lowering his eyes away from the sculpted, godlike body in front of him was a lot harder, but by now he knew well enough to behave.

“Hello Pup,” the tiger rumbled. “How’s the tongue?”

“It feels better, Sir,” Tai answered, and because he knew he’d have to, he stuck out his tongue so that the tiger could get a look, blushing under his pale fur as the feline’s rough hand grabbed his muzzle and tilted it back for a better look. The tiger’s given name was Cadmus, but he’d made it very clear from the start of their relationship that the young wolf was never going to be allowed to use it. To Tai, Cadmus was either Sir, or better yet, Master. If the tiger was feeling lenient or affectionate, he might let the wolf get away with “Daddy”, which felt somehow more humiliating to Tai than the titles which acknowledged the feline’s ownership of his body.

Cadmus let the wolf’s muzzle go and let out a purr of pleasure, scratching the fur between Tai’s ears and making the wolf’s tail start to swish happily. My tongue will start lolling next, he thought as he tried to force it to stay still… but he still felt a pang of regret when Cadmus stopped.

“Good.” The tiger said simply. “Now take off those jeans and show it to me.” There was only one “it” that Cadmus could be referring too, but the order still made Tai blink in confusion.

“Huh?” The wolf asked finally, glancing over his shoulder at the public street behind them. It was late in the evening, but there were still plenty of cars driving past the house, and even the occasional pedestrian on the sidewalk across the street. Looking up at Cadmus he gestured at the roadway. “I can’t do that out here! Everyone will be able to see…” he trailed off into a whine as something in the tiger’s expression reminded him that he wasn’t supposed to meet his Master’s eyes. The tiger’s frown didn’t vanish though, not until he added a belated and whimpered “Sir.” Finally, blushing until he thought his fur must be turning pink, he reached down at unbuckled his belt. Only then did the tiger’s disappointed frown shift into a growing grin.

It wasn’t a warm night, and the cool breeze blowing against his naked crotch made the wolf wish he could sink into the wooden deck. The worst part was, he couldn’t obey Cadmus without turning away from him, letting the tiger lift up his tail while he tried desperately with his hands to hide his balls and his embarrassingly hard cock. Knowing what the tiger was looking at didn’t help either, it only reminded him of his humiliation in the tattoo parlor, and of the way his ass had hurt for days whenever he sat down.

Asking the gruff badger to ink “Property of Cadmus Anderson” on his butt cheek had been the hardest and most humiliating thing that Tai had ever done… but as a car drove by and the wolf bit his lip and closed his eyes, Tai found himself thinking that this might give it some competition when it came to the second part. So why did he feel so proud of himself then? Why did Cadmus’s growl of approval and approving pat on the shoulder make him feel happier than almost any possible reward?

“Good boy,” Cadmus purred, and as the tiger’s fingers squeezed under his collar and pulled him roughly inside, the wolf’s tail was already wagging before the door could close.

I love it and would love to see a full story of it but can wait

Previous story char? Any character from Undersized would be cool

Theme: Frighteningly extreme. Adult.
Description: Getting Shrunk...used and abused by furs. Tossed in a makeshift cage and used as a toy whenever someone wants.
Kinks: Shrinking, micro, abuse, humiliation, cum inflation, soft vore, watersports, forced pawing. scent play.

Have fun if you do write up this one :P

Incorporating an Undersized character was a bit of a challenge, since Joss is too small to need shrinking and the kind of dominance you requested a lot more cruel than what occurs in that story. I ended up going with the hyena Kayode for the top, since the panda would have been far too gentle. I wasn't able to incorporate all your listed kinks, but I hope you like it anyway!

“Where do you think you’re going?” the hyena asked. What looked like a long, long way above his head, Chad watched Kayode’s face split into an evil grin, and the lynx barely had time to turn and rush for the door before the massive male’s body was looming down above him. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of metres, but when you were just over ten centimetres tall, even a short getaway was challenging. Fingers that looked bigger than couches to him curled around his body, surrounding him with rough paw pads and soft fur as he felt his miniscule body lift off the ground. He could feel Kayode’s pulse through his fingers, and he wondered if Kayode could feel his own frantic heartbeat.

“Guys this isn’t funny!” Chad yowled, half expecting his voice to come out as a squeak and absurdly relieved that it didn’t seem any different. The weird thing was that nothing about the lynx feel any different. If it wasn’t for the wave of vertigo and the sensation of plummeting downward, he wouldn’t have even known that his lab partners had put anything in his drink. It was as if his fellow students and the rest of the otherwise abandoned physics lab had suddenly started growing.

“Don’t drop him,” the wolf warned.

“Relax,” The hyena replied lazily. Struggling and growling, Chad finally managed to pull his head up high enough to see over Kayode’s index finger, and for a moment sheer terror stopped his squirming. The floor looked impossibly distant, his captors’ faces impossibly huge.

“I live with a micro. If they weren’t tougher than they looked I’d have been out a roommate a long, long time ago.”

“Good to know,” The wolf’s black-furred muzzle leaned down and sniffed him, the suction from his nostrils ruffling the lynx’s fur. Cruel golden eyes sparkled as they took in Chad’s growing realization of what had happened to him. “What sort of stuff do you do with yours?”

“That’s different, Joss is a good friend,” Kayode answered. “This lynx, on the other hand, you can do whatever you want to. Stepping on him will hurt, sure, but it won’t break anything. Sitting on him is fine. If you swallow him though, you’d better spit him up after a minute or so.”

As he spoke, the hyena picked up a glass jar from the nearest counter, lowering the quivering lynx toward it and dropping him inside. He landed with a disturbing squelch, and as his paws scrambled for grip against the slippery glass they smeared through something thick and sticky and musky enough to make his eyes water.

“Yeah, that’s cum,” Kayode laughed as Chad scrambled out of the stinking pool, his fur bristling with humiliation. The hyena gave the jar a light shake, which was more than enough to send the lynx right back into the sticky mess with a squelching sound that muffled his whimpering. Both hyena and wolf seemed to find that even more hilarious, but it wasn’t until Chad had squirmed back onto his knees that he realized exactly what the two were laughing at.

“Damn, looks like I owe you twenty bucks already,” the wolf chuckled.

“Told you he’d be into it,” Kayode replied, and no matter how hard he blushed, Chad had to admit to himself that the hyena wasn’t wrong. His clothes hadn’t shrunk with him, and the sticky cum staining his fur did nothing to disguise the partially erect penis poking from the lynx’s sheath. “Why don’t you give him a little something for the way home?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” the wolf growled eagerly. By now Chad had managed to stand, but the glass was too smooth and wet for him to climb, and his minuscule claws scraped over it harmlessly as he struggled to stay upright. His colossal looking tormentors had lowered his prison below their hips, and as he stood dripping with cum, he watched with growing alarm as the wolf and hyena unzipped their pants.

Their dicks were only partially erect, but they were already bigger than he was, and the lynx stared open mouthed as Kayode tilted the jar forward so the wolf could stick his cock into the narrow opening. He regretted that hesitation only a moment later, when the wolf’s massive cock twitched and what seemed like a torrent of hot, golden piss hit the micro lynx directly in the face, flattening Chad’s ears and pushing him back hard enough to make him lose his balance as he tried vainly to cover his muzzle. Warm, smelly wetness surrounded him and pulled at him, and the lynx felt absurdly relieved as the stream moved further down his body and splattered over his chest and stomach. Pee flooded over his crotch and arms, and Chad rolled over with a splash and clawed his way back onto his paws.

It felt like hours before the wolf stopped, and by the time he pulled his cock out of the jar, the pool of stinking pee was up to Chad’s knees. The lynx’s own cock was also fully erect, and as his back slumped against the side of the jar he shuddered at the shadow that fell over him as Kayode screwed the lid back onto the jar, exchanging a cruel look with the wolf as he handed the trapped lynx to the canine.

“Might want to jerk off while you’ve got the chance kitten,” the wolf announced happily, “Because I don’t plan on emptying that jar unless you do, and pretty soon there’s gonna be a lineup to help me fill it the rest of the way…”

Wooo awesome! Very nice

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13002919/


Theme: Extreme adult
Description (Optional): A client hires a new, inexperienced pleasure slave on his first day on the sales parlor, for his dark, twisted desires
Kinks: Bondage, spanking, cbt, public exhibition, humiliation, breath play, torture, S&M anything extremely kinky, no scat, size play, pet play, pony play, fisting, monster cock

With regard to the list of kinks, did you mean none of the ones you listed after scat, or that you didn't want scat, but did want the ones after it? If so, I commend your kinkiness, but it's quite a few too many to fit into a scene of this length. Which ones were your favorites?

Also, as per the above rules, which character from one of my stories did you want involved?

No scat, of the kinks mentioned these are the most preferred: Bondage, spanking, cbt, public exhibition/humiliation, and breath play. You don't have to use them all.

As for which character, Boris the Tiger

Here you go! Hope Boris isn't too rough for you, but he's that sort of tiger. :)

The slave had never been on one of the city’s subways before. Somewhere up above, the traffic of rush-hour was quickly turning the city’s downtown streets into a tangled, stinking gridlock, while impatient crowds jostled viciously with each other for standing room on any of the buses or trains heading in vaguely the right direction. The subway car, on the other hand, was empty except for a handful of men. That alone probably said everything that needed saying about the subway. Intensive training had prepared the young fox for the upscale restaurants, nightclubs and brothels of the downtown… but on this train, he’d felt vulnerable and exposed even before the doors of the car had slid shut.

Then the tiger had pulled the ropes out of his duffle bag, and the suspicious expressions of the other passengers had become predatory and eager. By the time the tiger had lashed the fox’s arms behind his back and looped the rope around his neck and the overhead bars, several of the rough-looking males were sporting noticeable bulges in their pants.

He hadn’t expected the life of a pleasure slave to be a glamorous one. He hadn’t expected much compassion from Boris when the tiger purchased his contract. Aside from telling him to shut up when he’d opened his mouth, Boris hadn’t said a single thing on the short walk from the brothel to the subway. He knew better than to disobey a direct order, but he couldn’t help throwing an appeasing look at the dominant feline as the ropes were tightened.

Boris only grinned. The next thing he pulled out of his bag was a blindfold.

By now, the other passengers were close enough for the stench of their unwashed bodies to tickle the fox’s nose. As one of their bodies brushed against his tail he couldn’t keep himself from flinching.

“I thought you were into men Boris,”

“How much did this one cost?”

“Where are its balls?”

“Are you sure it’s a boy? At least the last one wasn’t pink.”

Boris’s own voice was easy to pick out of the mocking comments, his thick accent and dominant tone somehow commanding the respect of the subway’s other passengers.

“Yah, is too pink, is too much like girl. No good for guy like me… Yet.” The last word was punctuated with a slap to the fox’s ass that made him bite his lip and trip forward, cinching the rope painfully around his neck until he struggled back onto his toes while the unseen crowd laughed. “Maybe with proper treatment fox can be good enough. So I come back tomorrow and maybe bring him home.”

Panic flooded through the fox at the thought of what could happen between now and then, and then a chuckling voice beside him put those fears into words.

“What if he doesn’t last that long?”

“Who cares?” Boris answered, giving the fox’s ass another slap as the slave began to quiver. “Slaves are cheap.”

This is great!!!

So much can happen in those few hours he is alone with those men. But I get the feeling that Boris made it clear that no real harm comes to this particular slave due to the house he works for, as the owner would not take it kindly if one of his popular slaves is killed or maimed beyond repair. Though he will reward the fox later with some real hard play.


Sorry for the late reply, going through so many messages takes so much time.

Your lovely sub character from "A present" and his belligerent badger roommate would be nice~


Theme: Extreme adult
Description: The the (sabertooth)tiger's away, the badger will play. "Just getting you ready for when he comes home, bitch."
Kinks: Humiliation, stink, forced rimming, sweat, milking/edging/teasing, bondage, cum markings

Badgers can be rough playmates, fortunately coyotes are into that!

“Hey, I got another text from Jordan,” Darrel grunted, shifting on the leather couch and letting go of Ciro’s cock as the coyote bit back a breathless whine. A series of padlocks clinked gently as the frustrated canine stretched against the thick, padded leather straightjacket that bound his arms, and his hips thrust impotently up from the couch as the wonderful pressure around his shaft loosened. Without the badger’s hand gripping it, the warm, squishy fleshlight his dick was buried in was far too loose to provide much gratification, and the coyote’s knot was swollen to the point of almost painful desperation.

He had no idea how long he’d been laying on the couch, and thanks to the blindfold, he didn’t even know what time of day it was. Not that removing the leather mask would have helped much. With Jordan away from town for a wrestling tournament and the university’s spring break only half over, Darrel had wasted no time in converting the basement apartment into a more “proper” den. Windows had been covered, lights had been dimmed, and within a few hours of his boyfriend’s departure, Ciro had found himself in the straightjacket that had been frustrating him ever since. He didn’t know why he’d let the badger talk him into it. He didn’t know why he always let the badger talk him into it...

As if in reproach, and reminding the coyote exactly what part of him had made this happen, a tingle of arousal shot through his erection, and he bit his lip to keep from yipping as either pre or lube trickled down over balls that still ached from Darrel’s last “game”. They weren’t the only part of the coyote that was bruised, and his sweaty fur was matted with dried badger cum. How many days had it been since Darrel had let him shower?

“He wants to know if you figured out what was wrong with your phone,” Darrel said, and this time biting his lip wasn’t enough to keep Ciro from letting out an indignant growl. What was wrong with his phone was that the badger had locked it in his desk… but since the only side of the story Jordan had been getting was Darrel’s, the sabre-toothed cat had been fed a fanciful tale of a malfunctioning cellphone and of the rich, full days that Ciro was enjoying on his break while he missed his boyfriend.

Ciro’s actual days had been full enough, but what had mostly filled them had been an increasingly humiliating set of games in which Darrel had teased him with the promise of freedom, or at least an orgasm. The fleshlight was part of the latest of those games… a game that Ciro realized he had just lost as Darrel slowly slid the slippery toy off of his cock and left his swollen erection cool and unfulfilled.

“You weren’t supposed to make a noise,” Darrel said reproachfully. “Not to worry though, I’ve got a better idea,”

As the badger spoke, Ciro felt the couch cushions shift underneath him, creaking with Darrel’s weight, and before his he could protest the badger’s short, stumpy tail brushed over his nose.

“Wait!” Ciro yelped, wiggling back on the couch until a strong hand grabbed his fur between the ears and held his head firmly in place. “You promised you wouldn’t!”

“I promised Jordan I wouldn’t,” Darrel’s voice answered smugly. “Since I don’t see him anywhere, it’s time to teach you what happens when you disobey such simple instructions…”

The coyote’s ears flattened, and all he could do was whimper and try not to breathe as the badger’s heavy, sweaty ass pressed down onto his face, squishing his head into the cushions as the badger’s hands and knees carefully let down his weight. Blushing, Ciro tried again to squirm away, but by now there was no way for him to move his head without painfully twisting his muzzle.

“Don’t forget to breathe Pup,” Darrel chuckled, and punctuated his advice with a slap to the coyote’s balls that made his cock twitch and his nose suck in air reflexively. Rank, sweaty musk filled the coyote’s nose, burning his lungs as he inhaled the potent stink. The best that Ciro could tell himself was that he’d thought that it would be worse, and since he knew Darrel, he wasn’t surprised that it did get worse.

“I’m not a cruel badger,” Darrel lied smugly, and Ciro sniffed in more of his roommate’s ass sweat as the badger’s rough fingers closed around the coyote’s erection. “So I’ll make you a deal. If you can sniff my ass for an hour without making a mess on my hand, I’ll never make you do this again… but if you do cum, you can spend whatever you have left on the clock putting that tongue of yours to good use…”

Darrel’s paw began to pump slowly, and Ciro groaned at the way his arousal crested almost before the touching even started…

It was going to be a very long hour…

Absolutely fantastic. I'll have to keep this one saved for a later date, yum~

Wolf from Alpha in the Alley

Theme: Extreme adult

Description: Wolf goes through his normal day with his lynx pet

Kinks: Petplay, bondage, chastity, humiliation, markings, spanking

Here you are, I took some ideas from a sequel to that story that's been sort of languishing forever. Hope you like it. :)

The wooden paddle was wrapped in leather, but that only emphasised the loud slapping sound it made as it whacked against the lynx’s rear. The first spank was always one of the worst, and Stray bit his lip and wiggled his body against the smooth leather pillow supporting his slender form. One… he thought to himself, and jerked forward again as the wolf delivered the second whack…

Taking the lynx’s clothes had been first thing the wolf had done, before the feline had even looked around the smelly, dingy basement he’d been brought to. They’d gone straight into the trashcan, along with the suddenly apprehensive cat’s expectations that the night was going to turn out the same way that his other one-night stands always had. The guys the lynx had met at the bar for the past couple months had ranged from overweight truckers to musclebound jocks, but what they’d wanted hadn’t been all that different. Some of them had been rough, some of them had been cruel, but the lynx was proud of the fact that he’d never had to use the safewords that they gave him. Mostly, he took a cab home once the guy was finished. Once or twice he’d been locked up overnight, but the mornings were sometimes awkward and never as fun as the night before...

By the time the tenth blow whipped across his butt, the early tingling was starting to be replaced by a dull, insistent burn, and Stray couldn’t keep himself from purring. It was a subconscious reaction, and it made him blush and flatten his ears while the wolf chuckled behind him. The wolf had told him that those purrs were proof of where Stray belonged, and as he rubbed the metal cage restricting his dick against the leather beneath him, he thought that his master was usually right…

The wolf hadn’t given the lynx a safeword. The next thing to hit the trash had been his wallet, but only after the smug canine had taken out the sixty dollars inside. The lynx remembered being angry at the time, and remembered the way his master’s glare had shut him up without the wolf having to lift his paw. Animals didn’t need money, the wolf had told him. Animals didn’t need names either, not people names. What animals needed was an owner. Since the lynx didn’t have one of those, the wolf called him Stray. In fact, not only did the lynx lack an owner, he’d actually convinced himself that he was a person. That was going to have to change...

The mental count the lynx was keeping reached twenty five, and he wasn’t purring anymore. The growing, burning pain made it hard to even keep track of how many times the paddle had struck him, but he repressed a whimper and kept counting anyway. Master had promised that he’d take the chastity device off if the lynx got through the day without earning more than fifty spanks. At the twenty eighth slap, he grunted and sagged onto the pillow, a shiver running up through his arms. He heard his master growl with what he knew was arousal. The leather underneath his crotch was soaked with sweat and pre…

Stray was very lucky that the wolf had found him. Frequently, though, he still found himself struggling against a lifetime of what his master called “Bad Habits”. He would try to use his hands, even though they were locked in padded leather mitts that eventually began to feel like part of him. He would blush or whine when he was taken out into the yard where he might get seen. More often than the others, and more serious too, was when he accidentally used words or started to think of himself by his old name. The first week of his new life had been especially rough, at least until he’d learned that the slaps and spanks were for his own good, but Stray had thought he was getting better by the time he’d been with his master for a month. He’d talked less, he’d gotten better at getting over his shame, and he’d started genuinely enjoying the time he spent with the wolf. The better he got, though, the longer his discipline sessions seemed to last, the rougher the wolf’s corrections became, and the more impatient his master seemed...

He was whimpering by the thirtieth spank, and by the time the paddle had whacked him forty times he’d begun to moan and yelp with every new blow. They were coming further apart now, some of them soft, some of them hard, and with his rear feeling like it was on fire the anticipation was almost as hard to deal with as the actual blows. The forty fourth spank was a gentle tap that sent shivers of heat through the lynx’s body. Forty six was so hard he almost peed on the pillow, but the frustrated tears that formed in Stray’s eyes had nothing to do with the pain. If the wolf didn’t stop soon, he wouldn’t take the chastity device off, and if he didn’t take it off tonight…

Stray wasn’t sure exactly when the wolf had stopped rewarding his good behaviour with hand jobs, but sometime in the second month he’d realized that it was becoming harder and harder to convince his master that he’d earned one. In fact, it had become increasingly rare for him to have sex with his master at all. The first few weeks he’d sucked off the wolf more often than he could count, and his butt had been stretched by his master’s knot so often that sitting down had become uncomfortable, but by the start of his third month as an animal, the lynx had taken to awkwardly pawing himself with his mitts at night. It hadn’t taken his master long to figure out what he was doing and put a stop to it. The worst part about the chastity device, though, hadn’t been the frustration it had brought him… It had been the sinking sensation that he deserved it...

The wolf finally stopped at fifty seven, at last ordering the sobbing and whimpering lynx to roll over, the sweaty leather sticking to Stray’s fur as he flopped awkwardly onto his back and let his master pull the blindfold off his face. The bright basement lights made him blink and squint, and by the time his vision cleared the wolf had already started massaging a slick, cooling gel over his burning cheeks. It felt horrible and wonderful all at the same time, but no matter how much he wanted the wolf to stop, he wanted the wolf to keep going even more. As if his master could read his thoughts, the wolf reached out to pet his stomach and gave him a smug, lupine grin.

Stray didn’t care how much it hurt or how horny he got; all he knew was that he was a very, very lucky lynx.

Absolutely love it :)

Mind if I add this and the earlier one to my FA page? With links back to you of course

Go ahead, glad you liked it :)

Theme: Adult
Description: A wolf is getting abducted by a native tribe who drug him up (so he stays horny) and then start to torture the poor mutt.
kinks: Bondage, figging, slavery, torture and milking all in the nice atmosphere of a ritual sacrifice (just without the sacrifice).

I'll go with the characters from "going native", Kyle's first contact with the tribe^^

Making contact with new tribes doesn't always turn out how you'd expect it too. Oh well, nothing says "male bonding" like being the centerpiece of an important ritual!

Kyle bit down hard on the leather gag filling his muzzle, muffling a yelp of pain as the whip-like branch slapped across his aching back, spattering him with the hot, tarry sap the leafy bow had been dipped in. He could feel the sticky ooze trickling down his back, dripping off his tail to pool with the muddy ground under his paws. As if in answer to his groan, the shadowy figures around him let out a bestial, predatory roar, and the blazing eyes massive stone idol in front of him flared as the reddish coals within them sparked and crackled. The wolf shivered, and grunted as the bow whipped him again, lashing across his ass and making him jerk forward against the leather cords binding his wrists to a pair of decorated poles.

It was a cloudy night, and what few stars were out were obscured by the dense, acrid smoke rising from dozens of torches. The lights formed a large circle around the poles to which the wolf was bound, and around the gigantic stone lion statue, towering over the wolf even in its seated position. Real lions, muscular males small only in comparison to their idol, danced back and forth between the torches and lounged in the muddy ground of the circle, wrestling and cuddling, toying with each other’s manes and rubbing their erect cocks against their partners’ bodies. Occasionally, masked figures whose bodies were elaborately painted would pause over the sporting couples and would tip over the large clay pots they carried, pouring some kind of heavy, musky smoke over the celebrants and making the massive felines purr and growl like kittens.

Kyle couldn’t blame them. There were masked shamans or priests standing with their pots near the wolf too, and whenever one of the lions picked up a branch to whip him, one of them would empty the smoke over the captive’s head, while the other dipped his finger into some kind of slimy paste and rubbed it gently over the wolf’s sheath and balls. Either the slime or the smoke was drugged with something that made Kyle’s head feel fuzzy, and left his cock hard and his balls itching and feeling heavy enough to be uncomfortable. How long had he been tied up like this? Minutes? Hours? Ever since he’d been captured, the whole night had faded into a blur of sensations and impressions.

Maybe that was why it took him longer to realize that something different was happening this time. He was dimly aware that the whip had stopped striking him, but he didn’t realize that the lion holding it wasn’t finished with him until sharp claws dug into his thighs, and something warm and slick pressed up against his body. Hot breath tickled the fur of his neck, and the aroused, masculine smell that reached the wolf’s nose helped his confused mind figure out exactly what the lion was rubbing against his back.

“Hrrrnnn,” Even more than before, the thick leather gag in his mouth seemed to be suffocating him, and Kyle hated the way it forced him to beg without words. He didn’t recognize the language that some of the cats were speaking, but he didn’t need to in order to figure out what the lion behind him wanted. Twisting, he tried to look over his shoulder, and managed to get an impression of a powerful, grinning muzzle and intricately braided mane before a rough hide sack was pulled over his head, cutting off his vision and smothering his sense of smell almost entirely.

Then the lion’s rough hand wrapped around his cock, and he stopped worrying about making himself understood. Desperate arousal flooded through the wolf’s body, and he flattened his ears at the sound of laughter when he began to thrust into the lion’s paw. The strong fingers closed tighter at his eagerness, and as the feline began to pump Kyle’s legs quivered and struggled to support his weight. He couldn’t remember anything feeling this good, or anything arousing him so quickly.

Kyle’s knot was already swelling by the time he caught his breath, and he began to drool around his gag, somehow absurdly relieved that the leather bag pulled over his head kept him from having to see the crowd watching him. The wolf didn’t even struggle when the lion’s free hand began to toy with his ass, only shuddered at the way the stroking fingers made his whole body tense and his heartbeat race. He wondered if the lion was about to fuck him, but only until the lion’s fingers were replaced something small and wet and cold, which slid easily into the wolf as he grinned happily. The lion’s hand was feeling more and more wonderful, the rough fingers wrapping around his knot and tugging just enough to make him squirm… and to make his ass clench around the small, warm plug that had been pushed into him.

Kyle shuddered and twisted as he wondered exactly what that toy was. It wasn’t very big, but why had he thought it was cold before? Not only was the plug warm, it felt like it was warming up his insides too, itching and tingling as he began to sweat and shudder. The lions must have noticed, because the one jerking him off started to pump his cock harder and faster, distracting him from his growing distress and making him shiver for a whole different reason. His balls felt like they were going to burst, and the tingling in his read was starting to ache as Kyle panted and gnawed on the leather gag.

He could feel his climax building, the familiar crest of arousal about explode through him, and then the lion’s hand was gone, and his aching cock was thrusting uselessly in the open air as the frustration and the burning pain inside his ass made him howl. All around him the lions roared, and Kyle realized as he struggled against his restraints that whatever ceremony he’d been pulled into, his ordeal was far from over…

Love it, especially the way you described the ritual site and the lions in the background.

Theme: Adult, Extremely so.
Description: So many sexy guys to choose from, but how about Connor, Brad and Ian from Tight Spaces having some fun with my lynx Kory
Kinks: rubber, humiliation, anal play, edging, mild S/M, intense bondage, excessive bodily fluids

"Excessive bodily fluids"
gee I wonder what he could be talking about

Could be lots of things ;)

Why settle for excessive bodily fluids when three wolves can make the entire situation excessive? Hope you like it.

To a wolf’s sensitive nose, the air inside the garage was a haze of sweat, musk and sex, all mingling with the subtler smells of food and rubber. There were no windows to help dispel the stale, thick air, and the combination of a metal roof and lingering summer sunlight had turned the dim space into a veritable oven. Ian and his packmates compensated by stripping off and drinking even more than usual, but even still he couldn’t stop himself panting, and a trail of sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

And if it was hot for him out here, inside the bag it must have been intolerable...

Six heavy leather straps suspended the wriggling rubber sack from the garage ceiling, and the metal locks clinked against one another as Brad squeezed his body against it, the muscular wolf’s arms sliding across the thick, sweating rubber as he closed his eyes and grunted happily. Occasionally the bag, or more accurately its contents, would shudder or twitch, making Brad growl and splay his ears with pleasure. The jerking movements made the other two wolves grin too, and Ian’s hand slipped down to brush across his arousal. Connor noticed, even if Brad was too distracted to, and he prodded their friend and jerked a finger toward Ian.

“The pup wants another turn. Besides, you’re gonna suffocate him,”

“Oh c’mon, there’s no way that was fifteen minutes,” Brad muttered irritably, but even as he spoke, his partially erect cock popped free of the bag’s only hole with a wet sucking sound. That made the bag twitch again, probably with relief at the sudden supply of fresh air. The wolves grinned at each other, and Brad gave the bag a gentle push that made it swing back and forth. It made a sloshing sound as it moved, and as another quiver of arousal raced through Ian’s body the wolf wondered how full it was getting in there. He wasn’t sure how long the three wolves have been in the garage, but he knew his roommates had been playing with their new toy quite a while before Ian had joined them.

“Sounds like it needs more ballast first,” Brad said with a smirk. The words made the bag flop uselessly in its straps, at least until Connor gave it a slap that almost sent it spinning out of the other wolf’s hands. As the struggling subsided, the three wolves held the bag still, tails wagging as Brad aimed his cock at the hole and let out a stream of golden piss that stank enough to cover the other smells in the room. Some of the urine splashed against the rubber sack, but most of it went right where Brad wanted it to, a fact that seemed to be getting both his roommates pretty hard again. Since he was already horny himself, Ian just wished Brad would hurry up and finish.

“All yours bro,” Brad grunted finally, letting his dick drip on the cement floor as he stepped aside and helped Connor hold the bag still. As Ian filled the spot Brad had just left, his sensitive ears picked up a sound from under the heavy rubber that made his tail wag even faster. Ian had a lot of experience dealing with felines, and it didn’t matter how big or small they were, the purring sounded almost the same. The number he’d seen purr when trapped in rubber was smaller, but this lynx was well on his way to becoming one of Ian’s favorites. Part of him wondered where his roommates had found him, or if he’d known what he was getting into, but mostly the wolf just wanted to fuck him. Those other questions could wait until he wasn’t horny, or until he was sober.

The hole in the bag was a tight squeeze, and after a couple seconds of ramming against it uselessly Ian took a hold of his dick and guided it in slowly. It might have just been his imagination, but he thought that just before his dick sealed the bag and cut off the lynx’s light and air, that horny feline purring turned into a nervous whimper. The thought made him grin, and so did the louder yowl he got when he slapped the side of the bag and made its smellier contents splash. Once he was in, the young wolf had to go by feel, but the bag was too simple for that to be a problem. Internal straps of elastic rubber kept the squirming, furry butt from getting too far away from the hole, and besides, by now the lynx must have realized that he wasn’t going to have much fun breathing if he didn’t give the wolves what they wanted.

“Mmm…” Ian groaned as the lynx’s rear pressed against his cock, and the tip of his erection slid into the wet, slippery hole. He didn’t think his roommates had bothered with much lube, but it didn’t matter. By now, the feline’s ravaged hole was more than loose enough for the wolf’s cock to slide neatly inside, the muscles tightening around his shaft and the lynx’s body quivering and squirming. The wolf considered doing nothing at all. He could just stand here, getting hornier and hornier as the desperate feline wiggled and rode his dick as well as the slippery, piss filled inside of the bag would let him…

“How much air did you say was in this?” Ian asked his roommates, letting his tongue loll at the way the lynx’s rear squeezed around his cock.

“Enough for fifteen minutes,” Connor answered. “Of course, that was before we filled half of it with piss. Want me to let you know when you’re at ten?”

The bag must not have muffled sound entirely, because the wolf’s words made the lynx shiver, a motion that Ian felt all through his body. Temptation and responsibility battled in the wolf’s mind. Fifteen minutes didn’t sound very long, and ten minutes didn’t sound like much fun at all. The little feline’s struggles felt so nice…

“Nah…” he said finally, starting to hump the lynx’s ass reflexively as the cat began to struggle and push against the squeaking rubber. “I wanna finish first.”

He’d be bound to cum eventually…

*purrs* Awesome work! That pack certainly knows how to take care of their feline house guests ;)

Theme: Extreme adult ;)
Description: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12925175/ This guy ending up as a broken in slave
Kinks: CBT, Extreme bondage, Watersports/Marking, Humiliation, Chastity, Musk, Piercings, Hypnotism

Which of my dominant characters did you want breaking him in?

I'm afraid I don't know which your dominant characters are. ^^"
You may choose though, which one would suit best to break in this kitty. :)

In terms of dominant guys, do you prefer them to be bigger than your spotty cat or about the same size? Normal physique or ridiculously buff/well endowed? I have several characters that might work, but some guidelines might help make your cheetah's training (slightly) less unpleasant for him.

I'd say bigger than the spottycat with normal physique, if possible. I'm no big fan of ridiculously buff guys, but I'll take a normal/well endowed one any time. :)

*grovels for the extreme lateness. Hope you like it anyway :)*

The gag muffled Masada’s yelp as the leather strap cinched around his wrist, pressing it down into the worn padding of the chair’s armrest. A thin trickle of drool ran out of the side of the cheetah’s mouth, leaving a cool, wet line through his white fur, and he squirmed and shook his head as his captor began to tighten the bondage further. If Connor noticed his protest, he ignored it, pulling until the padded leather was too tight for the cheetah’s wrist to move. There were other straps at the cheetah’s elbows and shoulders, and still others that were pressing down the fur of his thighs and ankles and crushing his back against the stained, musky cushions. By now, he could barely shift an inch.

“That’s the right kind of throne for a king like you, right?”

The deep, growling voice was so close to the cheetah’s ear that he could feel the hot breath against his fur. Answering was impossible, the dick-shaped leather gag that Connor had jammed into his muzzle made it hard enough just to breathe. Despite being blindfolded, he could picture the mocking look on the wolf’s face, and he couldn’t stop himself from shivering. Only, the wolf wasn’t exactly wrong, either. Cruel as Connor had been when the cheetah first met him, the abusive teasing and rough handling hadn’t just been frightening, they’d been exciting. He’d never met someone as casually dominant as the wolf, and he’d definitely never dreamed he’d end up in a place like this. Tonight will be different, the wolf had said. If you come back with me tonight, I’ll make you into the slave you know you are…

Masada grunted around the gag as the wolf’s hand closed roughly around his balls, firmly tugging on them and putting something cold and hard around them that snapped shut with a loud click. The wolf had used rings and ball-stretchers on him before, but this was something different, a tight metal cage that wrapped his sac entirely. It didn’t tug enough to hurt, but something about it made the cheetah’s fur stand on end.

“No point whimpering cub, if you didn’t want to be a slave… heh… well, by tomorrow you’ll want whatever I tell you to want…”

Any more of Connor’s words were cut off by a pair of thick headphones that the wolf pulled over the cheetah’s ears, flattening them against his skull and softening Connor’s voice so that Masada had to struggle to hear him. They weren’t playing any sort of music, but they gave off a static sort of white noise that muffled all the other sounds of the room. Being unable to move, see or hear would have been unsettling enough under any circumstances. Being unable to do those things in the same room as Connor, though, made the cheetah’s heart pound and his hackles rise. They weren’t the only part of Masada that was rising… the metal ball-cage might have been cold at first, but it felt warm and tight now, and he fidgeted uselessly as his erection grew, unable to touch himself and knowing that Connor had no intention of giving him the kind of help he wanted.

Fantasizing about the wolf’s hand on his cock meant that the cheetah was caught off guard when it wrapped around his chin instead. The fuzzy sound in his ears made it hard to be sure, but he thought he could hear Connor chuckling or growling. Then a damp, warm cloth was being shoved against his muzzle, and the reek of wolf piss filled the cheetah’s lungs and left him coughing and biting into the gag. There was no way to breathe through his mouth, and every time he inhaled though his nose the urine-soaked cloth wrapped around his nose, foul and suffocating. For a horrifying minute as he strained against the restraints, he thought that Connor was going to let him choke, but eventually he realized that the wolf had tied the stinking rag too loosely to cut off all of his air.

Shaking and disoriented, he tried to force himself to relax, to sink into the chair’s cushions and breathe more carefully. Good slaves don’t resist their master, he thought, and frowned in confusion. Where had that come from? Incorrect behaviours need to be punished. I want to be punished for my failings.

The strange words were so quiet he could barely hear them. Sniffing in Connor’s piss and anxious about what was going to be done to him next, it took the cheetah a few minutes to realize that they must be coming from the headphones. Whining, he shook his head and struggled to breathe. Of course they were coming from the headphones. There was no way that he thought like that. I am a good slave. I am eager to obey. There was no way that the wolf could make him think like that either… only, what else was he supposed to think about? He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything except for the nearly inaudible voice, Masada couldn’t even smell anything except for the wolf’s piss. My master’s scent makes me horny. My master’s scent makes me want to obey. I am a good slave.

Ugh… he thought. Good slaves are eager to obey… Growling, Masada struggled against the leather straps holding him, but the tight restraints didn’t budge, and the effort made the disgusting cloth over his nose feel like it was suffocating him. Panting and breathing in quick, shallow breaths, the cheetah sank back into the cushions and tried to think of something, anything, to take his mind off the words. Good slaves don’t resist their master. Where was his master? Now that Connor had tied him up, what was the wolf going to do with him? It felt like his balls were throbbing in their tight prison, and somehow he was even more aroused now than ever. I am a good slave. What exactly did he mean by “tomorrow”? I take pleasure in obedience.

Good slaves are happy when they are obeying commands... Masada thought with a surge of arousal, and somehow, he knew that he was right where he belonged.

Awesome! Thanks for this!
It's almost begging for a sequel though. :P

Theme: Adult
Could be any set of characters with maybe my wolf?
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12961620

Kinks: foot fetish, teasing, exhibition, smelling feet and mutual romance~

You'll need to pick a character to pair your woof with. Sorry, it's the rules. :P

Also, does that wolf of yours get frisky when someone is sniffing and rubbing against his sweaty soles, or does he prefer to provide affection to the paws of others?

He actually loves both and for now, what character do you recomend?
I cant seem to make up my mind ^^;

Well, its hard to make a recommendation without knowing the what sort of partners you like for your wolf. Do you have any preferences when it comes to species, size or body types?

well this wolf likes similar slime or toned types.
He loves being the taller one and is a bit of a hopeless romantic~
does that help?

Did that help?
Sorry for the indecisiveness

Yep, but it'll be awhile before I get to yours :)

Hey no need to speed up a great work X3
Take your time my friend!

Theme:Adult
Description: Can be with anyone of your choice but this guy http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11160270/ ending up in a bondage situation
Kinks: Extreme bondage, rubber, chastity, master/slave, mild humiliation

You'll have to pick which character you want to pair him with as described above. Also let me know if you want him to be the one in the bondage or the one outside of it. It's an important distinction, especially since "extreme" bondage presents so many interesting possibilities. :)

hmm guess i'll say Connor, and my character in the bondage

Srry meant to say Connor from tight spaces

Theme: Adult
Description: Can be with any Dom of your choice but my fursona ends up in a very kinky bondage situation that makes him from total top to 50/50
Refrence of my Fursona: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11618801/
Kinks: Extreme Bondage, Rubber, Chastity, Master/slave, Musk, Hypnotism, Pet Play, S&M(he doesnt like it as a bottom but he will learn), and Milking/Edging/Teasing.

You'll need to pick the Dom yourself. I'm also curious about the way you say "50/50". I take it that means he has some dominant or at least toppish leanings of his own? If so, would you be interested in that being expressed in the scene you get, probably just before someone else decides to show him how REAL dominance feels?

He does have a lot of dominant learnings. And yes I am interested in that being expressed in the scene just before someone else decides to show him how REAL dominance feels.
And for the Dom, what character do you suggest?
For the sub Lazarus is gonna be using before the Dom, how about you? :D

I'm definitely interested, but I haven't thought of anything yet...

I've closed these off for now, but since you replied before I did so, the offer is still open to you. Let me know what interests you. :)

Okay, I'll let you know if/when I've thought of something.