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Coylion Chastity Challenge!
This journal is now closed to new requests. All of you who have already asked for a story will get it, but I won't be accepting any more requests at this time.
Hey everyone! I feel like I need to write more and engage with the community here more, and so as a writer of usually kinky porn I figured what better method to encourage me toward both than Self Imposed Chastity!
Here’s how it’ll work:
Any of you who would like to receive a free writing snippet/scene from me can request one below. These will be of similar length to the one’s I’ve posted in the past, so you can check some of my previous journals to get an idea. The length of finished stories will run from 600 – 1200 words on average, and can include your character or any of the character’s I’ve previously included in my stories as long as you don’t mind being a little bit flexible. This would include characters from the Love of Latex image pack
makootter and I put together. There are only a few restrictions, as outlined below:
The requested scene/theme must be adult, though sex isn’t necessarily required. Any sort of kinks are ok, but I’ll probably be unwilling to write stories involving extreme torture or realistic rape, vomit, scat, gore or death. The characters have to be male as well, and I won’t write crossdressing or adult baby play. (Diapers are fine on their own, but not as part of any sort of infant role-play).
Other than that, feel free to post your requests below. I’m not going to do them in any specific order, and I may have questions or suggest minor changes if I don’t think your request is workable.
You can make as many requests as you have ideas, but multiple requests all involving the same character aren’t likely to be written in order unless I find the suggestion really, really hot.
But NoteYote, I hear you asking, what does any of this have to do with chastity?
A whole lot, it turns out, because as long as I’ve still got requests coming in, I’m not allowed to cum if I ignore them. For every requested scene I write I’ll allow myself to cum once, but if I don’t write, I don’t get that option. And it gets better (or at least crueler). When I write your request, it’s up to you to decide whether or not the finished result meets your approval, and if it doesn’t, I don’t get an orgasm for writing it.
Basically, if you aren’t satisfied by your story, I’m not allowed to be either!
If that still doesn’t seem like enough chastity, I’m adding another rule too. Any request that involves my own fursona Ciro (in either his old coyote form or his new coylion form) behaving submissively must be written, but does not earn me any relief.
Feel dominant and want a more active role?
I plan on being on Skype a lot more for RP purposes, and if people want to RP on F-List instead let me know and I’ll start frequenting that site more too. If you want to roleplay with me, I’ll do my best to accommodate you. If the RP goes well in your opinion, I’ll write up part or all of it in a more readable form and post that among the requested stories. Like with any other story request, you will have full control over whether or not I get to cum for writing it.
This journal is now closed to new requests. All of you who have already asked for a story will get it, but I won't be accepting any more requests at this time.
This journal is now closed to new requests. All of you who have already asked for a story will get it, but I won't be accepting any more requests at this time.
Hey everyone! I feel like I need to write more and engage with the community here more, and so as a writer of usually kinky porn I figured what better method to encourage me toward both than Self Imposed Chastity!
Here’s how it’ll work:
Any of you who would like to receive a free writing snippet/scene from me can request one below. These will be of similar length to the one’s I’ve posted in the past, so you can check some of my previous journals to get an idea. The length of finished stories will run from 600 – 1200 words on average, and can include your character or any of the character’s I’ve previously included in my stories as long as you don’t mind being a little bit flexible. This would include characters from the Love of Latex image pack
makootter and I put together. There are only a few restrictions, as outlined below: The requested scene/theme must be adult, though sex isn’t necessarily required. Any sort of kinks are ok, but I’ll probably be unwilling to write stories involving extreme torture or realistic rape, vomit, scat, gore or death. The characters have to be male as well, and I won’t write crossdressing or adult baby play. (Diapers are fine on their own, but not as part of any sort of infant role-play).
Other than that, feel free to post your requests below. I’m not going to do them in any specific order, and I may have questions or suggest minor changes if I don’t think your request is workable.
You can make as many requests as you have ideas, but multiple requests all involving the same character aren’t likely to be written in order unless I find the suggestion really, really hot.
But NoteYote, I hear you asking, what does any of this have to do with chastity?
A whole lot, it turns out, because as long as I’ve still got requests coming in, I’m not allowed to cum if I ignore them. For every requested scene I write I’ll allow myself to cum once, but if I don’t write, I don’t get that option. And it gets better (or at least crueler). When I write your request, it’s up to you to decide whether or not the finished result meets your approval, and if it doesn’t, I don’t get an orgasm for writing it.
Basically, if you aren’t satisfied by your story, I’m not allowed to be either!
If that still doesn’t seem like enough chastity, I’m adding another rule too. Any request that involves my own fursona Ciro (in either his old coyote form or his new coylion form) behaving submissively must be written, but does not earn me any relief.
Feel dominant and want a more active role?
I plan on being on Skype a lot more for RP purposes, and if people want to RP on F-List instead let me know and I’ll start frequenting that site more too. If you want to roleplay with me, I’ll do my best to accommodate you. If the RP goes well in your opinion, I’ll write up part or all of it in a more readable form and post that among the requested stories. Like with any other story request, you will have full control over whether or not I get to cum for writing it.
This journal is now closed to new requests. All of you who have already asked for a story will get it, but I won't be accepting any more requests at this time.
Incredibly flexible with this, reply if you ant some suggestions or ideas for kinks to be included but other than that. No's that you haven't listed are ball-busting and full body bondage; likes are sexual frustration and some pet play
You can write it however, thingss don't seem ti gi fir him, but he likes it anyway...
“What’s the matter bitch? Getting a little bit horny under there?”
The Doberman’s voice was cruel and mocking, and it made the lynx blush and growl and wish he could disappear all at the same time. The dog knew it too, his dark muzzle grinning cockily and his tiny stump of a tail whipping back and forth as he stroked the lynx’s sweaty fur.
He’d been just a little bit drunk when he’d hitched a ride with the Doberman back at the bar… A little bit drunk, and a whole lot too horny after hours of teasing and flirting by the leather-clad dog and his equally rowdy friends. But even if he’d been sober, he had a feeling the night would have turned out the same way. The second he’d stepped into the bar the pack of dogs had closed in around him, insisting on buying him drinks and “accidentally” rubbing their hands and tails against his crotch and butt. After a few rounds they’d started groping him more openly, nipping his sensitive ears and stroking the soft fur on his belly… he didn’t exactly remember what had happened to his shirt, but he hadn’t been wearing it when he’d climbed into the Doberman’s truck and nearly fell asleep in the passenger seat.
The lynx couldn’t remember if he’d given the dog his address, but if he had, the Doberman hadn’t taken him there. He’d been brought back to the dog’s house instead, down some dark street in what didn’t sound like the city. The feline’s body had been sobering up by then, but the dog had been so playful, so teasing and so hot that he’d let himself be led inside anyway, and had happily stripped off clothes that were still sweaty and rumpled from the club. If getting into the dog’s truck had been a mistake, letting the dog take off his clothes had been a bigger one. And neither of those mistakes compared to the one he’s made when the dog had showed him a tiny metal chastity cage for his sheath, and the lynx had blushed and grinned and let him put it on.
The quiet click of the lock as the lynx’s genitals were sealed away had brought out an entirely different side of the Doberman. He’d stopped flirting and started giving orders, physically manhandling the lynx if he was too slow with his kisses or caresses. He’d gotten mean too, referring to the lynx as his horny little bitch and mocking his skinny body; laughing when he tried to get the key to the chastity device and forcing him into increasingly humiliating games for the right to earn it. It had been a little bit scary at first, but it had been fun too…
That had been two hours ago, and the chastity device still hadn’t come off. Instead, it had been joined by a set of padded leather fist mitts, ankle cuffs, and thin metal chains that ran from each of those to the metal ring of the chastity device. With the chains hooked into place, there wasn’t any way for the lynx to stand, and the dog had made him crawl around on all fours like an animal, teasing and shoving and mocking him the whole time. Those cuffs and mitts had gotten locks on them too… the dog had called them “rewards” for being such a good bitch as he’d obediently barked and rolled over and licked his master’s feet. The lynx couldn’t remember ever being so horny or having so much fun with another guy, but the locks… the locks were making him nervous.
“I asked you a question mutt.” the dog growled, and the lynx looked away from where his cock was throbbing in its sheath and back up at the dominant canine. He was supposed to bark happily for yes, but surely the Doberman didn’t expect him to keep playing the ridiculous game all night?
“Um… I think maybe I should be getting-”
The blow came out of nowhere, a slap to one of his big ears that made him yelp and flinch at the sudden, stinging pain. His eyes widened, and he looked up nervously at the Doberman as the dog stood up and walked over to a nearby shelf, taking down a shiny rubber ball gag and carrying it over to the trembling lynx.
“Good bitches keep their mouths shut unless their Master’s cock is in them. Since you can’t even speak like the animal you are, you get to wear this until you’ve learned your lesson…”
He didn’t know what to do, or what to say, and by the time he realized that he should be saying something the dog was already ramming the thick rubber gag into his muzzle, and the lynx was blushing and gagging and realizing that the same mitts and chains that kept him on all fours left him entirely at the Doberman’s mercy… a mercy that he might have been naïve to depend on. The slight, quiet click of another padlock shutting made his ears flatten in fear… and his dick strain against the chastity device.
It was going to be a long night… and unless he did exactly what the Doberman wanted, the lynx was starting to realize that his suffering tonight might just be the beginning. The dog seemed to know what he was thinking, because he leaned down and bit painfully the ear he’d slapped, and his deep, growling voice filled the trembling lynx’s head.
“Don’t worry Bitch, by the time that cage comes off your pathetic little dick, you won’t even remember why you wanted out of chastity in the first place…”
But oh well! I love bondage, my masters love paws and you love scentplay sooooooo what about a young and twinky cougarboy getting bound by a rabbit (With those nice huge bunny paws) being forced to worship and lick same rabbit's stinky feet! Not too specific and open for any changes in case you have something in mind :3
Oh and in case you feel like being dommed by a bigger meaner version of myself then go ahead and send me a message I'm on alot ;)
The rabbit didn’t look the part, and hadn’t said anything at the bar that would have hinted at his wealth either. Massive for his species, he stood nearly a foot taller than Jose, and where most of the rabbits that Jose had known had been skinny, this one’s arms were thick with muscle and he had a beer-gut that his sweaty grey t-shirt stretched across. The man looked like a stereotypical biker: torn jeans tucked into gleaming leather boots, and a leather jacket sewn with patches. All of that appealed to Jose, but what had really caught the cougar’s eye was the rabbit’s smug expression… a slightly superior smirk on his greying muzzle when he’d looked at Jose, and cold blue eyes that had seemed to undress the cougar right on the spot. He definitely looked a lot different than the slender, fashionably dressed cougar… and a lot more out of place in his own living room.
As if he knew what Jose was thinking, the rabbit wandered over to one of the leather armchairs and dropped heavily into it with a sigh of contentment.
“Pour me a drink from that cabinet on the wall. There’s a box of cigars there too, bring it to me.”
Somehow, Jose found himself opening the polished wooden cabinet before it even crossed his mind to wonder why the guy was ordering him around. The bottles inside weren’t labelled, but at an impatient gesture from the rabbit Jose poured a generous amount of amber liquid into a large glass, and fumbled around the inside of the cabinet until he found the man’s cigars. Smiling shyly, he carried them over to the older male and winced as the rabbit bit the end of the cigar off with his large front teeth and spat it carelessly onto the floor beside his chair. Glancing at the other chairs, Jose wondered if he was supposed to sit too, but the rabbit ignored him until he’d gotten his cigar lit, and once he had he waved it at Jose and barked out another order.
“Take off those preppy clothes and let me look at you.”
That was more what Jose had been expecting back at the bar, and the rabbit chuckled at how quickly the cougar unbuttoned his shirt and tugged down his tight jeans. He felt a little bit self-conscious as rabbit leered at his body, and by the time he kicked off his boxers the young cat felt distinctly aware of how exposed he was. The huge room made him feel somehow more vulnerable, like he was stripping in public or something, but being naked in such an impressive setting felt exciting too. The rabbit slid one of his boots forward and kicked the pile of clothes away from Jose, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the cougar’s face at the same time. The acrid stench of the cigar made him choke back a cough and wrinkle his nose, and for the first time in the evening the rabbit’s long ears flicked in what was obviously annoyance.
“Don’t like that smell kid?” the rabbit asked, and before Jose could figure out how to answer the rabbit pointed at another cabinet beside the one that held the alcohol. “You’ll find a leash and a couple of collars in there, pick one and put it on, then bring the leash back with you…”
Ok… Jose thought, blushing deeply as he walked over to the cabinet and nervously pulled it open. Between the leather and the way the rabbit had talked down to him at the club he’d expected the night to be a little bit kinky, but wasn’t it some kind of dating rule that you were supposed to ask someone before you told them to put a collar on? Only, the cougar’s cock was already getting hard from the rabbit’s dominant commands, so maybe the rabbit just knew what he wanted more than he did himself. His hands shook a little bit as he picked out a collar at random: thickly padded leather decorated with tiny silver studs, but he managed to get it around his neck and close it around his neck. By the time he’d found the leash the rabbit wanted he’d managed to get his fur smooth and his claws sheathed, but he was acutely aware of the weight of the leather as he walked back over to the rabbit.
“Good cub,” the rabbit said gruffly, and gestured him close enough to clip the leash around his neck. The rabbit took a long look at the collar while the cougar stood there too, and after a few seconds reached up and tightened the collar by two more holes. The cougar coughed and flinched as the leather cinched tightly into his neck, but before he could protest the rabbit had slid a small padlock onto the collar and clicked it shut. As the cougar gasped and tried to pull the collar looser the rabbit yanked on the leash and sent another stream of smoke into his face. “That’s better right?”
“Too…. Tight…” he coughed.
“That’ll keep you focused boy, now get on yer knees.”
Somehow, Jose managed to obey, forcing himself to take shallow breaths and wincing at the way the collar seemed to close around his throat whenever he inhaled, as if the rabbit was personally choking him with a gloved hand. But the rabbit didn’t even need to choke him, or even to tug on the leash. All he had to do was sit there and let the sweating, panting cougar kneel between his powerful legs. The rabbit’s hand did close underneath his chin then, but only to tilt his nose toward another cloud of foul-smelling smoke. That made him cough and gag all over again, and combined with the choking tightness of the collar made his throat and nose burn.
“Tsk… You should be savoring that smell, not gagging on it cub…”
“I…” the cougar growled, and then lowered his ears as the rabbit raised an eyebrow in warning.
“Unless you want that collar tighter you’ll speak with respect to your superiors boy. Now apologize for not enjoying the smoke. And make me believe it.”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry Sir,” he added lamely, lowering his head and shuddering at the thought of what the collar would feel like tighter. The lock jingled as he bowed his head, a reminder of the rabbit’s power that made his fur bristle. “Please Sir, I… can barely breathe…”
“Then you’d better learn your priorities real fucking quick. When you get me off I might, might loosen that collar by a single notch for you. But you’re gonna have to earn that reward.” The cougar shivered again, and felt his tail curling around his leg. He couldn’t believe that the rabbit would go so far with a complete stranger, he couldn’t believe that he was calling this brute ‘Sir’. Most of all, he couldn’t believe how hard the rabbit’s callousness had made his erection.
He was dripping pre onto one of the rabbit’s carpets as he nodded and reached for the rabbit’s jeans, only to yelp as the rabbit’s hand slapped his away.
“I said you’d get more air when I came, not that you could touch me without permission. You don’t do anything you aren’t told to do. Christ doesn’t anyone your age know what submission means? Now take off my boot… and do it reverently you stupid cub, or I’ll show you what it really feels like to choke.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir, I’ll… I’ll do better Sir…” Jose mumbled, looking down at the rabbit’s gleaming boot and carefully beginning to undo the laces. The leather might have been polished until it shone, but the boot itself was obviously an old one, scuffed and worn and with laces that were stiff. He tugged them loose as gently as he could, barely whimpering as the rabbit lifted his foot and pressed the boot against his naked stomach. The guy’s paws were massive, big enough for the boot to completely conceal the slender cat’s body, but Jose focused on breathing and keeping on working. At last he managed to get the laces low enough that he could loosen the boot, and with a nervous glance up at the glaring rabbit, he gently tugged on the heavy leather cuff until the boot slid off the rabbit’s foot and into his arms.
As he set the boot down beside the rabbit’s chair, two things became apparent to him at the same time. The first was that the rabbit didn’t wear socks, and the inside of the boot had left his fur plastered down with sweat. The second was the smell of that foot, which rose from the rabbit’s paw to the cougar’s nose and left him almost wishing the rabbit was still blowing cigar smoke down at him. The paw reeked, a sour musk that made his eyes water and his nose clench even as he tried to breathe around the strangling tightness of the collar.
“Think carefully before you gag this time cub, ‘cause that’s the smell of a real man you’re choking on now.” The rabbit growled, lifting his foot and practically knocking the panther onto his back as the heavy paw pressed against the side of his face. “Now get a good whiff.”
He was inhaling before he even realized he was going to, and the stench of unwashed paws seemed to tickle his nose and lungs and leave a sour taste in his closed mouth. The man’s feet were absolutely disgusting, unwashed and ungroomed, leaving a smear of greasy sweat on the side of his face as the rough paws pressed against his chin. But he sniffed again, deeper this time as the rabbit grinned down at him, and the awful stench seemed to shoot through his sinuses and set his cock twitching in hungry anticipation. He’d never imagined that something could make him gag and drool and want to jerk himself off in frenzy all at the same time.
“Ohhh… Sir…” Jose whimpered.
“Taste them cub,” the rabbit ordered, and once again the cougar found himself obeying as if by reflex, lapping his rough tongue against the even rougher pad of the rabbit’s paw. He actually did gag this time, as the noxious taste filled his mouth and left his eyes streaming.
“Tell me you like it boy,” the rabbit grunted.
“I… But…” the rabbit’s eyes were glaring down at him again, smouldering even hotter than the tip of his cigar, and with a sense of defeat that left him unbelievably aroused the cougar shuddered and nodded. “I like the taste Sir.”
“Good Cub. That means you get to give my paw a good, thorough cleaning. And I’ll tell you what boy, if you stop before I think my paw is clean enough, you can spend twice as long licking the second one. After you do the first paw properly of course.”
As he spoke the rabbit’s paw was pressing harder against his face, and with a nervous whimper Jose was forced onto his back, the paw squishing down over his nose and the rabbit’s other foot gently pressing down against his stomach. Trapped underneath the firm leather and the rough, sweaty paw pads, the cougar knew that he had no choice to obey. And as he closed his eyes and began to lick the sweat away from the rabbit’s foot, he had a sinking, horrible suspicion that no matter how long he licked, he would never satisfy the dominant bully above him…
So, great work as usual ^w^
If you accept I'd like a story where my character (a fox, only ref is my icon) is invited home by a tiger (this one http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14664506/ I have permission) and then knocked out with a drink.
When I wake up I'm bound and helpless and the tiger begins to tease and edge me, I'm ballgagged but still trying to plead through the gag.
At the end the tiger brings me to the very edge one last time and gives me a ruined orgasm and before my cock can get hard again he fits a permanent chastity belt on me and seals it shut forever as I plead desperately.
The tiger is fitted with a cage of his own and is really sweet before I'm knocked out, after that he doesn't speak.
Thanks :)
Oh, I forgot to say I'm in chastity myself
Oh, and does your character have a name?
For the cage I'd go with metal, you can give it the design and type of permanent seal you prefer though :)
Hope you enjoy it anyway... as much as you can, all locked up ;)
The first thing that Matteo noticed was that his arms hurt, and when he tried to move them he couldn’t. Actually, he couldn’t move his legs either, and when he tried to shift his weight he could feel something cool and heavy around his wrists and ankles digging into his fur. His jaw ached too, and was wrapped around something hard and round that pushed down his tongue.
And he was naked.
It was that fact more than anything else that accelerated the fox’s return to consciousness. His eyes opened and then blinked at the bright light, and his limbs jerked against the metal cuffs that had bound him: upright but with his arms and legs spread, on a hard cement floor. Thick metal chains attached to the ceiling jingled almost musically as he yanked his arms, and even thicker chains kept his legs from moving more than a few inches.
“Good, you’re awake.” a familiar voice purred behind him, and as the fox shuddered and glanced around the unfinished basement a slender feline stepped into view. Mat’s memory was coming back almost as fast as his consciousness had, but it didn’t do anything to relieve the shock or fear of his awakening. He remembered meeting the tiger in one of the clubs downtown. He’d gone home with him too, he was sure of that, and when they’d started getting frisky the feline had smiled and poured him a drink…
“I was starting to get impatient.” the tiger continued, walking slowly around the fox and running his fingers through the fur on Mat’s stomach. “Are you impatient too Mat? You seemed so eager to get to know me before…”
I was drugged… The thought was like a slap to the face, and Mat could feel his fur bristling in what might have been anger and might have been fear. He drugged me, and then he chained me up… He must have undressed me too…
That thought was interrupted as the tiger’s fingers slipped lower and closed around the fox’s sheath. Stiffening, Mat’s body twitched at the gentle touch, and as the tiger’s fingers started to gently rub he shivered and let out a helpless moan around the rubber gag.
“No need to be tense,” the tiger chuckled, “We’ve got plenty of time to get to know each other. To find out what we like…” As he spoke the tiger gently slid back the fox’s sheath, and let Mat’s stiffening cock brush against his teasing fingers. “And I can tell you like this…”
“Nnnnngggnnn…” the fox exhaled around the gag, a guttural, animal groan that made the tiger grin and the fox flush underneath his fur. The worst part was, the tiger was right. Mat did like the stroking, and the way the tiger’s fingers made him strain and squirm in the restraints. And if the all of this… the drugged drink, the unyielding restraints… if it was just a bit of kinky play, maybe that wasn’t so bad after all… Mat didn’t know whether the drink had done more than knock him out or if he was getting off on the bondage, but either way, the fox was getting very hard, very fast.
“Just relax fox,” the tiger purred, and as his blush deepened Mat shifted his eyes away from the tiger’s smug expression. By now his knot was beginning to swell, and the light brushing of the feline’s fingers over the head of his dick made him twitch and whimper. He tried to ask the tiger to stroke harder, to touch his knot, but the gag made speech impossible. The muffled groans and garbled words made his captor grin and purr, but they didn’t make him rub Mat’s erection any harder or any faster. Sweat was trickling down the fox’s forehead, and his whole body felt tense as the climax he was building toward stayed just beyond his reach.
“Hrrddhhhrrr,” he managed to groan, and the tiger’s purr changed into a growl that sent a tingle of fear through the helpless fox. But the tiger’s fingers closed around his shaft too, and as the fox whimpered and squirmed the hand’s quick, rhythmic pumping made his hips quiver and his cock throb as his pent up arousal suddenly spilt over. He bit back another groan, and as the tiger’s fingers jerked his erection he felt a familiar heat flushing through his body.
Then the tiger’s fingers stopped, and the sense of relief and pleasure that had been cresting through Mat vanished as if it had never been there at all. This time his moans didn’t move the tiger at all, and he had no choice but to watch helplessly as his cock twitched in the tiger’s still hand and his cum trickled through the feline’s fingers, not so much spurting as leaking pathetically into the tiger’s palm. Frustration and anger and discomfort made him thrash against the restraints, but all the struggling he could manage wouldn’t start the tiger’s hand moving again, and all his breathless sobs earned him was a grin from the tiger that made him want to sink into the floor.
“Did I give you permission to rush me?” The tiger asked, ignoring the fox’s muffled growls as his ruined orgasm began to fade away. “I don’t think either of us enjoyed that Mat, and let's be honest, guys like us are better off without that distraction aren't we?” The tiger let go of the fox’s softening cock and wiped his hand against the fox’s side, smearing it with cum and almost distracting Mat from what the tiger was doing. But something about the tiger's words made the fox nervous, and as he glanced back up and watched the tiger pulling things down from a wooden cabinet, he realized that the tiger's own cock was hidden beneath a shiny steel chastity cage...
By the time the feline walked back over to him he was struggling even harder than he had during the ruined orgasm. He tried to curse, tried to beg, but the gag turned it all into pathetic moans.
“If you can’t wait for a good orgasm, you don’t deserve to have them at all.” The tiger told him, holding up a metal chastity device in one hand and a small welding torch in the other. “Now let’s put that impatient dick of yours away where it can’t get you in any more trouble… ever again…”
Thank you so much for making this I really love it :)
I'll send it to the other guy and then and only then we'll tell you if you can cum
ps:I'm not locked up, I'm trying out self-imposed chastity too and even though your story made me very horny I won't get any release :'(
Hope he likes it too!
And I think he'll love it too, thanks again :)
Enjoy it, 2 boys will be horny and frustrated thanks to you ;)
If i was to be chosen: i'd love to have my character ( http://xxx.immelmann.net/while-distracted/ ) to go over to a dom's house (i have several ideas for one and would love to hear a suggestion from you if you accept) and then gets covered in liquid rubber that changes him into a bull on the outside with a cockgag, rear plug, and chastises him, from there you are free to add to it ^-^
What is your character's name? (also, how big is he, horses are usually large and rabbits are usually small, so I'll need more detail)
What sorts of physical features do you like in a dominant character? (such as ideal species, build, etc)
i love horses and lizards as dominants, about average builds, not a ton of muscle but not a ton of fat, taller than my character, and i love it if they have a big grin on their face x3 other than that i do have a preference for black fur /scales to be the main part of their colors.
anything else?
“Something wrong?” the lizard asked lazily, but he didn’t turn the hose off, and more of the shiny, rubbery liquid poured over Sly’s hips as he shivered and sucked in a breath.
“Cold,” he managed to stammer, and the lizard only gave a hissing laugh.
“Mammals,” he sighed. “It’ll warm up soon stud, trust me,”
That was easier said than done, after all, Sly had only known the reptilian man for a couple of hours, and most of that had been spent in a smoky fetish club, where neither of them had felt much like talking. It’d only been after the horse-rabbit hybrid had admitted his love of rubber, and his curiosity about liquid latex, that the lizard had offered to take him home and show him something he promised would feel even better against Sly’s fur. The hybrid had drunk just enough for that to seem like a sensible proposal, and the lizard’s attractive body and smooth, dominant voice had sealed the deal for him.
Of course, he’d been expecting some light fetish play, not to end up chained in a standing position with his arms and legs spread and cuffed. And the liquid latex he’d been expecting hadn’t included a steel drum big enough to fit his whole body in and a hose thicker than his wrist. The lizard had only waved away his questions, until he’d been chained at least, then the lizard had stopped paying attention to what he said at all.
But the lizard had been right, too. The rubbery ooze did feel good, and Sly couldn’t help liking the way it sucked against his body and conformed to the shape of his legs and balls, however strange it felt. The rubber was strange in another way too, because as the lizard slowly aimed the hose lower and coated one of the hybrid’s legs in the slippery, shiny goo, not a single drop of it dripped from his leg or crotch onto the basement floor. Even underneath his balls the ooze just conformed to his shape, slowly spreading and expanding and tightening over his body. It was starting to get warmer too, and it wasn’t the only thing. The tight rubber around his crotch felt incredible and frustratingly tight all at once, and as the lizard finished coating his leg he found himself wishing the man had let Sly get aroused first.
“I’m… not sure I can get off with this stuff all over me…” Sly admitted, watching with aroused curiosity as the lizard started up his second leg. The amazing clinging properties of the rubbery goo seemed to fail a bit at his feet, because the shape the blob of rubber had formed there was more like a hoof than like Sly’s own feet. He had bigger things to worry about than his feet though, like the toothy grin the lizard gave him as the hose pumped its glorious slime over the hybrid’s hips.
“I’m sure you can’t boy,” the lizard told him, “in fact, I don’t think you’ll ever get off again with that rubber there to hold your cock where it belongs. Don’t worry though, in a few minutes you’ll feel like a completely different person…”
“What! You can’t just-” a handful of sticky, bitter rubber over Sly’s muzzle muffled his protest into a barely audible, wordless bellow of humiliation. The weird goo was forcing his mouth open even as he tried to scream, pouring over his tongue and expanding outward into a thick, cock-shaped gag that completely silenced his moan and left him gagging helplessly. The worst part was, the rubber didn’t stop with his mouth, it kept on pouring forward, sliding down his throat until he thought he’d choke on it. At the same time, another thick tendril of rubber was pushing up between his legs, forcing Sly’s butt cheeks apart and probing into him hard enough for his jaw to clamp down on the thick gag. It hurt, and it felt good, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it…
“Shh… Relax stud. Just let all that nice, smooth rubber in where it belongs…” the lizard hissed comfortingly, ignoring the frantic look in Sly’s watery eyes and the muffled yelp he let out as a tiny strand of rubber poked into the end of his dick and began to slowly, maddeningly snake its way inside of him. The hose was pouring rubber onto his chest now too, heavy and tight enough to make him gasp for air through the gag and through his nostrils… just an instant before the expanding muzzle of slime spread across them and cut off his air entirely. For a panicked moment he thought the rubber was going to suffocate him, but instead all it did was scent the air with the bitter, sulphurous smell of new rubber.
“You like that don’t you stud? Being all covered in rubber like a good bull?”
It was a… comforting… smell, and Sly breathed as deeply as he could and tried to spread his legs enough for the rubber plug to push further into his ass. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so helpless, or having his ass stretched so far… or feeling so strong and safe… The rubber felt especially heavy over his arms and chest, but looking down at the polished, gleaming abs and feeling his pulse quicken as he flexed his arms made that weight seem less like a burden and more like… a blessing… His whole body was covered with rubber now, but still the ooze trickled down his throat and slid further into his rear. Tight and secure, just like he’d always wanted it…
Hadn’t he?
Of course he had. He was a good bull, after all, so it was only proper for his body to get the rubber skin it deserved. He couldn’t believe he’d actually wanted to be let out of this stuff to cum… He didn’t need to cum…
All he needed was the rubber…
you may cum, and have fun doing so :3
What kind of transformation did you have in mind?
The submissive would be this character: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13740698/
And the dominant one would be a generic anthropomorphic Arcanine, if you're comfortable using a copyrighted character, but I think a Pokemon should be fine.
For completeness sake, here's a ref:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9952968/ although I prefer a more canine shaped penis, but a black colour still.
Hope I'm not intruding on your artistic liberty too much with all the info ^^"
Masada didn’t know when it had started. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been distracted for the past ten minutes, ever since the muscular Arcanine had wrapped its arms around him and begun to slide a massive, gleaming black dick against the cheetah’s back. Masada wasn’t a virgin by any means, but the Arcanine… the cheetah had never been with anyone like him. It wasn’t just the guy’s casual strength and speed, or the gorgeous patterns of orange and brown stripes in the firedog’s fur, it was the way that the cheetah could feel the heat of the man’s body from halfway across the room. The Arcanine’s breath steamed and smoked, and his ruby red eyes gleamed in the dim light like the fire that burned inside of him. Needless to say, Masada hadn’t taken long to let the big male have his way, and the rewarding, stretching ecstasy of the Arcanine’s cock ploughing into him had made groan and nearly shoot his load right there on the bed beneath them.
He’d done everything he could to stimulate the big Pokémon, clenching his muscles and sliding himself deeper onto the grunting male’s cock, but the Arcanine had barely noticed, and the sheer, overpowering warmth of the dick inside of Masada made it hard for him to concentrate on pleasing his partner. Eventually, he’d stopped stroking his own dick too… compared to the warm, relentless push of the Arcanine’s cock, nothing his own hands could do even came close. At some point he’d started to purr, and at some point he’d closed his eyes. That felt like a long time ago. It was definitely sometime after that that Masada had realized that he couldn’t feel his legs anymore, and that the burning cock ramming into him felt like it was getting larger and thrusting deeper.
The cheetah’s eyes flicked open, his eyelids heavy and his whole body tingling and sweating. It took almost all of his effort to glance over his shoulder, and what he saw there confused and aroused him all at once. The Arcanine was bigger now, towering over him, and the cheetah’s legs… despite the difference between his white fur and the Arcanine’s own pelt, there didn’t seem to be any clear place where Masada’s body stopped and where the Arcanine’s began. The cheetah’s legs were gone, and as he watched with a strange sense of bliss, his tail seemed to shrink back into his body and his ass slowly, inexplicably shrank alongside of it.
The transformation didn’t hurt, it just felt warm, like his whole body was slowly melting against the furnace of the Pokémon’s body. His tail was gone now too, and his rear had shaped itself around the Arcanine’s body like a furry, spotted fleshlight. He couldn’t feel the Arcanine’s thrusts anymore, but he could feel the arousal surging through the powerful Pokémon as if it was surging through his own body.
The Arcanine grinned down at him, and Masada knew that this was the way it was supposed to be.
His arms were the next to vanish, the curious, blissful sensation of heat flooding through them as they shrank and left him lying on the sweaty sheets, his belly distended around the Arcanine’s cock as his insides turned into burning goo and reshaped into a smooth, sensitive tunnel for the Pokémon’s cock. That cock seemed nearly as big as Masada now, and the Pokémon wasn’t able to thrust any deeper than he already was. His dick already seemed to be pressing against the back of Masada’s head, and for a moment the dazed cheetah was overcome with a desire to feel the other male’s dick impale him completely. The thought made him drool, and he realized with a pounding, arousing shudder that the taste that was filling his mouth was the musky pre of the Arcanine.
He shuddered again as the Arcanine’s hand wrapped around his middle, squeezing Masada’s body around the cock that filled him and beginning to stroke it slowly, the Pokémon’s strong fingers smoothing down his fur and leaving shiny, unbearably sensitive black skin behind them. The cheetah couldn’t see anymore, and couldn’t even feel anything except the warmth of the Arcanine’s hand… his body’s hand… and the primal, relentless need of his body’s balls to empty through him. The Arcanine’s hand quickened its stroking, pressing harder, rubbing out the last faint traces of the cheetah’s old body and old life, and with a surging twitch that rocked Masada’s length the newly merged cock exploded with the force of the Arcanine’s orgasm.
The sensation of cum rushing through him drove all the thoughts of what he’d once been out of Masada’s mind. He was the Arcanine’s dick, he wanted to be the Arcanine’s dick… and as the panting firedog emptied his load onto the bedsheets he let go of the still twitching cock and sagged back onto the comfortable mattress, grinning down at his shivering manhood and stroking it playful as cum dripped from what had once been the cheetah’s mouth. A few inches longer, a little bit thicker… that was all that remained of what had once been an eager sub. But the arousal and the awareness lingered, and would share every sexual conquest and perversion that the Arcanine encountered in the future.
Some guys claimed their dicks have minds of their own. From now on, the Arcanine knew for sure that his did… and that it would enjoy each and every orgasm even more than he would himself.
The cougar’s beer was raised halfway to his muzzle when he caught the scent: light, kind of feminine lavender over the musky odour of fox. His buddies, sprawled across the common room couches on either side of him drinking and swearing at the football game on the TV didn’t notice, but at the first hint of the smell the big cat froze and felt his hackles rising.
“Hey look who’s here!” one of the jocks grunted, the bear gesturing over to the door, and to the small, slim fox leaning up against the doorframe. Compared to the crowd of muscular, beefy football and rugby players the fox was absolutely tiny, but he didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the bear’s deep voice or the smug, cocky looks the other guys sent his way. “Wanna watch the game little fox?”
The others probably mistook the slight curl of the fox’s muzzle as amusement, but the cougar knew better. As stealthily as he could he began to shake his head slightly, but the fox only ignored him. The fucking fox always ignored him.
“I don’t think so,” the fox said, his voice light and cheerful. “Actually, I’m just here to grab him,” the fox pointed a dainty, almost girlish hand at the cougar and, to the big cat’s horror, winked saucily at the bear. “Time for his study session.” The stunned, horrified look on the bear’s face almost made up for the cougar’s mixture of terror and humiliation, but fortunately, one of his buddies broke out laughing and nudged the wolf beside him.
“This must be the fox then, the one he’s been gushing over,”
“Best blowjobs on campus right?”
“Hey man, I prefer chicks, but a hole’s a hole right?”
“Not this one’s holes, at least, not the one with his tongue in it.”
“Hey Fox! You looking for another study partner I’ve got one right here!” a different wolf shouted, pointing lewdly between his legs. “I bet you’d get full marks,”
“Or you could all just watch the fucking game,” the cougar growled, standing stiffly and stomping toward the door, his tail lashing and his ears flat with humiliation. The fox didn’t reply to any of the lewd suggestions that followed the cougar as he left, but to the cat’s annoyance he did nod considering at the wolf, who pumped his fist and howled ridiculously. By the time they’d got halfway down the hallway toward the fox’s room, the cougar was already trying to explain.
“I had to tell them something when they saw me come out of your room! And you do give great blowjobs! The best! I just… they thought…” he let the fox gently shove him into the room while he was still babbling, and he glanced over his shoulder nervously at the open door as the fox pulled his unresisting body to the side of the bunk bed his room had in place of two mattresses. The metal frame was a little bit taller than the cougar war… tall enough for the cuffs the fox got out of his desk to lock around the cougar’s wrists and trap him, back against the bunk bed with his arms above his head where they couldn’t do him a bit of good.
He let the fox do it anyway. He’d gotten used to letting the fox do a lot of things.
“You aren’t mad are you?” the cougar asked as the fox looked at him in silence. He was distinctly aware that the fox’s door hadn’t closed properly, and the sound of laughter and shouting from the common room just down the hall was still clearly audible. “I… I didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?”
It wasn’t the fox’s voice, but the fox grinned as the cougar tensed and looked helplessly over his shoulder and realized that the top bunk of the bed he’d been cuffed to wasn’t empty. The fox’s roommate was a slim weasel, and by his lack of reaction to having a massive jock chained to his bed, the cougar wasn’t the only one who’d been talking.
“Fox?” the cougar begged, dragging his eyes away from the weasel’s grinning face to where the fox was still tapping his foot. “Can’t you at least close the door?”
“If you can’t keep your mouth shut, why should I keep my door shut?” the fox asked. Now his muzzle split into a familiar evil smile, and the cougar whimpered like a fucking kitten as the slender hands worked his jeans open and tugged them down around his ankles. His treacherous dick was already hard, and dripping pre through the tight white briefs the fox made him wear. “Or maybe you can keep your mouth shut? At least to keep your friends from hearing all your little secrets?”
“I swear, I didn’t… I won’t…” he didn’t know what he wouldn’t do, but he didn’t have a chance to figure it out, because as soon as the fox had pulled down his briefs, that weak looking hand was slapping against his balls hard enough to make him choke back a roar of pain.
“Quiet now,” the fox scolded, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the weasel pull down his own shorts and start to jerk off. “We wouldn’t want your friends to hear you…”
Can he be shared ?
But maybe the fox will like to dom a foxy like myself ? :3
Thanks anyway :)
Then I'd like a story set after the one you have already written for me where me and the tiger kidnap you (coylion version) and truss you up in tight uncomfortable rope but without attaching that rope to anything, it's nicer if you squirm and roll around. Then we "torture" you with big vibrating dildos and an electro cockring, tight enough so that you cannot reach orgasm.
Yhe ending can be what you prefer, as long as Ciro doesn't cum of course
Also you can be gagged or not, whichever you prefer :)
Thank you very much, I hope it's ok and it's not a problem if you don't write it :)
...ever
You'll be left like hat the whole night and in the morning we'll fit you with a chastity cage of your own, metal and very tight but not permanent.
We'll keep the key, wouldn't want a cute puppy to forget us ;)
Same goes for foxes ;)
If you don't like something don't worry to change it
It's your story too after all :)
It wasn’t like begging was going to do the miserable hybrid any good anyway. Bit’s victims always begged, either for the tiger to stop or for him to keep going, and the tiger never paid any of them the least attention. That had bothered Mat at first, but in the months since the tiger had sealed the chastity device onto Mat’s body, he’d found himself aroused by the tiger’s methods more and more. Of course, pretty much everything aroused him these days, but few things got his trapped cock leaking pre like the sadistic grin the slender tiger got on his muzzle when someone was bound helpless before him.
This was the first time that Mat hadn’t been that someone, and he had to admit, taking out his frustration on a complete stranger was a lot more fun than he’d thought it would be. They’d picked up the coylion, Ciro, in the very same club where Bit had abducted Mat what felt like a lifetime ago. Like Mat, he’d woken up in the tiger’s unfinished basement, bound and gagged and with a steel ring around the shaft of his cock that kept the hybrid’s knot from forming… and kept his body from orgasming no matter what Mat did to it.
Licking away still more pre from the coylion’s dick, there was almost as much of it as Bit and Mat were dripping with, Mat’s body suddenly twitched and jerked backward as a buzz of electricity coursed through his tongue. It only hurt a little, but the sudden jolt made his fur stand on end and his mouth tingle unpleasantly. The effect on the coylion was a lot more dramatic, and Mat was nearly knocked over by his thrashing as he growled and sobbed in frustrated agony.
“You could have warned me.” he muttered, glancing up at the grinning tiger as Bit lowered the small remote. His frown disappeared as the tiger’s muzzle pressed against his cheek and licked at his ear, a rumbling feline purr accompanying the affection and making Mat’s trapped cock twitch and throb in its cage. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the tiger’s kiss, their tongues meeting as Mat’s tail swished and slapped against the coylion’s face. There was another jerk beneath him as Bit triggered a second shock, and then the fox and tiger’s muzzles parted, and Bit reached down and smeared his hand with the pre dripping from Mat’s chastity device, wiping it over the end of a large dildo that Mat was intimately familiar with. “You are evil aren’t you?” he asked happily, climbing off the hybrid to give his partner room to work.
“Help me tie him down and I might just show you.” Bit purred back, and with an eager grin the fox scrambled to obey, almost forgetting about the coylion’s increasingly frantic groaning.
It wasn’t quite that simple of course, it never was with Bit, but about an hour later the fox and tiger stood up to survey their handiwork, sweaty and horny and gloriously unfulfilled. More ropes had been added to the coylion’s ankles and neck and shoulders, and tied beneath his balls with a knot that held the tiger’s dildo inside the hyrbid’s body and pulled against his balls whenever he squirmed more than a couple inches. They’d added a blindfold, and a thick muzzle over his gagged mouth, and the only sounds the twitching sub were making now were breathless moans and cute, canine-sounding whimpers and yelps every time the metal ring around his cock delivered another shock. Mat was pretty sure Bit had turned up the voltage on those shocks too, and even from across the basement he could hear the occasional whirr of the dildo vibrating inside the coylion’s ass, always accompanied by another shudder and groan.
“What happens now?” Mat asked, leaning against Bit’s body and running a hand across the tiger’s metal chastity cage. “Does he get one of these too?”
“Not now.” Bit purred back. “By morning he’ll be a lot more cooperative, and I’m sure we’ll be able to… convince him… that he wants to get locked in a nice, shiny cage of his own. But we’ll keep the key instead of welding it, we don’t want him running away on us.”
“I didn’t run.” Mat reminded him, and blushed at the tiger’s loud snort and playful nudge.
“Fox, I don’t need the promise of orgasms to keep you here.”
“And what do you need?” Mat asked with a grin, and Bit smiled back as he reached onto the counter for another, larger vibrating dildo. And as the coylion squirmed and moaned across the basement, his captors forgot all about his predicament while Bit showed the fox exactly why he’d stayed…
Thank you so much for writing it *hugs* :D
I'm sorry you can't cum on it though :'(
PS: the whole story is great, not just the ending ;3
Were my character (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11917108/) does a twitter challenge involving bondage, chastity and showing it off in a BDSM bar. In short my character puts on a full bitch suit , with mitts, hood & chastity and allows everybody to use him how they want to, after all he is helpless. Before putting on the suit he talk to his friends how should the twitter challenge work, not knowing to him only after being locked in, his friends change the adding time from 1 hours to 1 day. And when his friends inform him on the end of the day, they should say he will be atleast locked for 8 months (if you curios why 8 months, its because I actually did a twitter challenge and I’m locked in chastity for 8 months).
A few necessary details though:
What's your character's name?
What kind of tops do you like?
Leather or Latex?
Specific friends or generic friends?
Character name Red
Slim & evil tops :P
Latex
Generic friends.
Aside from the hole that was dripping pre and the larger one the fox was fucking him through, Red’s body was entirely sealed, and the husky was feeling it now. His only air came through a pair of tiny grommet holes in the suit’s nose, and the gag they’d shoved into the mouth hole was far too big for his muzzle and was crushing his tongue underneath its squeaky, shiny weight. The husky’s body, which had definitely been bred for colder climates that a steamy downtown bar, was drenched with sweat that soaked him almost as much as the lube the inside of the bitch-suit had been smeared with.
Thick pads on his knees and elbows helped to keep the humiliating posture it forced him into bearable, unfortunately, the bar’s rowdy and extremely horny patrons had taken less care to make sure their cocks were equally lubed, and the husky’s ass ached and burned as each man took his place behind the husky and fucked him until he whimpered and begged wordlessly. But every moan made the men laugh louder and slap his raised, rubber-covered ass harder. He was just an animal to them, no, not even an animal, just a hole to be used over and over again…
He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to cum… he couldn’t believe how humiliating the suit felt to wear… most of all, he couldn’t believe that he was the one who’d talked his friends into locking it on him in the first place.
The bar though, the bar had been their idea, and as the fox yipped behind him and Red blushed at the sensation of yet another load of warm, thick cum filling his heavily-used ass, the husky felt a familiar, firm hand press against his shoulder.
“Whew. Busy night for you eh pup?” one of his friends said teasingly, the ferret’s voice cocky despite its somewhat high pitch. The voice that spoke next was a lot lower and had a feline purr, but was just as familiar to the heavily bound dog.
“I don’t think that he can answer you,” Red gave a muffled growl of frustration and agreement, and both of his friends chuckled above him.
“Oh well, nobody likes a yapping puppy anyway. But seriously pup, you should see these numbers! Do you have any idea how popular you are?”
Despite himself, Red shivered nervously. The bitch suit had been his idea, but it hadn’t just been the bar they’d suggested. Since he’d been thrown onto the sticky floor and left to the mercy of the eager crowd, his friends had been spreading the news of his humiliating predicament on social media. But it wasn’t the humiliation that made him nervous; it was the game that he’d been stupid and horny enough to suggest with it. A game in which every time his humiliation was shared, he’d have to spend another hour in the suit, another hour in chastity. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking, he definitely hadn’t been thinking of the number his friend leaned down and said into his ear now.
“275 so far, but I think we might be able to add a few dozen more before the end of the night…”
He barely heard the end of that sentence, he was already panicking. 275 hours wasn’t a kinky weekend, it was almost two whole weeks! The nervous whine that escaped around the gag made his friends laugh even louder than his earlier growls had, and then the other voice was speaking on his other side, running a hand along the smooth, rubbery belly of the suit that Red barely even noticed.
“We got a lot more guys to share it when we upped it from hours to days. I’m sure you don’t mind though right? Taking care of a bitch like you isn’t an easy job, but I think we’ve got a whole bar full of volunteers who are gonna make the next nine months heaven for a pup like you. And if you’re really good boy, we might not even take off the suit at all…”
*looks down to his caged bits*
You made me leaks so you get to cum
Here's one now: When your a hyena who's dating a lion, your boyfriend might receive a lot of flack from his brothers over the fact that he's not with a fellow lion... but with the help of a thickly padded plush suit with some surprisingly kinky features, maybe he make you a lion and keep everyone happy. Relationships are built on compromise after all and what could be more compromising than a plushy bondage suit with strategically placed holes and built in vibrators?
With the windows open and the nighttime breeze flowing through the apartment, it should have been a cool and pleasant night. It had definitely been a busy evening, and the crowded den was scattered into the kind of chaos that seemed to follow Tamir and his brothers wherever they went. Bags and boxes from takeout, piles of discarded clothing heaped alongside DVD cases and condoms and lube. Sex toys in a rainbow of colours were scattered across a floor strewn with cushions, and the apartment stank the cum and sweat and musk of a trio of horny lions. Two of those lions were laying on the couch now, in a tangled, purring pile with Rudo pinned at the middle of it… horny and sweating and frustrated at himself, at his boyfriend, and at the unfairness of the world in general.
It had sounded stupid when Tamir suggested it, but the lion knew how to make Rudo do what he wanted, and once his green eyes got that halfway dominant, halfway pleading look in them, the hyena inevitable submitted to whatever ridiculous scheme or game his lover’s mind had come up with. This time Tamir’s “brilliant” scheme had been a way to help Rudo get along with Tamir’s older brothers, who were visiting for the weekend and who considered the fact that Tamir was dating a hyena to be a personal insult to them, and to lion-kind in general. Tall, muscular and dominant, Tamir’s siblings were jocks whose leonine chauvinism was only matched by the single-minded way they made Rudo’s life hell whenever they visited.
But none of that would matter, Tamir had purred, if Rudo was a lion too.
Rudo didn’t feel like a lion. He felt like a hyena cocooned in rubber and sweating under almost a hundred pounds of soft, squishy insulation. He had no idea where Tamir had found a lion fursuit, let alone one that was stuffed and padded with so much squishy down that it had taken the hyena five minutes to squeeze each leg and arm into their lubricated, rubber lined sleeves. The paws themselves were useless, fingerless mitts, and weighed so much that Tamir had needed to prop Rudo’s hands against the wall to keep him from staggering or falling over, dragged down by their weight. Then the lion had forced his tail into an even tighter sleeve, and struggled to zip up the suit until the crushing weight of it around his stomach and chest had made breathing a struggle. The last thing to go on had been the suit’s head, which weighed a ton and had a built in plug-gag that squished down his tongue and made it impossible for Rudo to speak. The plush head also cut off most of his vision, muffled his hearing, and limited his air to what he sucked through the gag or through two tiny grommet holes.
By the time the head was zipped into place, Rudo had become very sweaty and very aroused. The sweat he couldn’t do anything about, and to his horror he realized he couldn’t do very much about his arousal either. There was a separate pocket for his cock and balls, lined with the same rubber as the rest of the suit’s interior, but Tamir said that was more of a built-in diaper than anything else, and when he’d rubbed affectionately at the smooth, plush-furred crotch of the suit, Rudo had barely even felt it. Barely able to see or move or breathe, Rudo had still been almost pathetically relieved when Tamir’s brothers showed up, and gave their brother’s “new boyfriend” only a curious glance before tossing him on the couch and ignoring him. It was only once Tamir announced that he was heading down the street to the 24 hour convenience store that the two had sat down on either side of the hyena, spooning him and rubbing against his soft costume.
“Hey Tam,” one of the big lions growled, and Rudo felt the feline’s weight shift against him. “You’re not gonna be long are you?”
“20 minutes?” Tamir guessed, and Rudo briefly caught a glimpse of the sweaty, attractive body as it passed him on the way to the door. “Half an hour at most, just make yourselves at home.”
“No rush,” the other brother grunted. “Your buddy here will keep us company…”
“Be nice,” Tamir warned, and there was a muffled thump as the door closed behind him and he started down the stairs in the hallway outside. It was echoed by a louder thump a few seconds later, as strong hands wrapped around Rudo’s arms and threw his heavy body onto the floor. The padding softened the impact, but he still yelped in surprise as he landed heavily on his hands and knees, unable to see anything but a stained pillow and a massive dildo on the hardwood floor in front of him.
“Listen up Laughing Boy,” one of the lions growled, spooning him suddenly from behind and making him shudder as the lion’s arms squeezed his padded middle. “The suits an improvement, but it’s not like we don’t know who Tamir’s got underneath it.” The other brother had stepped in front of Rudo now, and the increasingly nervous hyena could see his thick legs as he knelt down in front of the suit, pressing a thick erection up against the side of the mask and leaving a smear of pre in the artificial fur.
“Here’s how it’s gonna be Stinkdog. You aren’t good enough to be a lion, but if you keep your worthless muzzle shut and your nice, tight ass raised for whatever real cat walks by, we might just let Tamir keep you. Think he can hear us?”
“Oh he can hear us alright, but just to make sure he gets the message…” the other lion growled threateningly, and to Rudo’s horrified arousal he felt the thick, barbed head of the lion’s dick pressing up against his ass. He hadn’t realized that the suit had a hole, but as the lion’s cock drove painfully into his body he moaned and whined and tried to think of something, anything, that might make them stop. It was obvious that the lion hadn’t used much lube, and the stinging, burning sensation as the cock penetrated him made him whimper and bite down around the rubber gag.
“You know what I think he needs?” the other lion asked, patting Rudo’s masked face affectionately as his brother’s dick ravaged his hole and made him whine and paw desperately at the floor. “A nice, thick padlock for that zipper of his…”
“Fuck…” the other lion panted between his thrusts… “Why not just weld it instead? Pretty… sure we got the tools in the truck. By the time… the time Tam gets back we can have him good and sealed…”
Rudo tried to scream, and even tried to drag himself away from the two lions, but the gag turned every sound into a muffled whine, and the lion’s arms around his stomach might as well have been made of stone. Where was Tamir? Surely they weren’t actually going to weld him into this tight, suffocating suit? But the other lion was already standing, already putting on his boots while Rudo’s ass was penetrated over and over by the remorseless feline behind him.
Tamir’s brothers were going to get what they wanted after all. A lion boyfriend for their brother, and the miserable slave they’d always claimed Rudo had been born to be…
So! Being the good-hearted fox I am that wants to help you cum, of course, I'd like to request a story!
After some thought, I'd enjoy - and I hope you'll, too - a story involving my fursona (Leon) putting themselves into chastity, guided by a hypnotic track they're either listening too, or that someone is saying to them over a call of some sort (e.g. Skype). It would involve a lot of aspects of humiliation, particularly at the angle that he deserves to be caged simply because he's a fox.
The stereotypes are cool when you agree with them ;)
Details of my character are on F-List, here :3
https://www.f-list.net/c/leon%20bluestreak/
Open to any questions! Also, feel free to go in the direct you want based on the prompt I've given you. I love creativity!
I look forward to helping you cum~.
Permanent chastity is always fun~
Could be breaking the key in the lock and then sealing it on? Best of both worlds? ;3
The fox’s blue fur was matted with sweat, but although the bedroom was hot, stayed on his back on the bed, trying to get comfortable and listening to the droning, masculine voice in his ears. It was the first time that Leon had ever heard Bran’s voice, and he had to admit the deep, rumbling baritone wasn’t what he would have expected from the stranger’s online profile and their increasingly erotic chat sessions over the past two months. Of course, he knew next to nothing about Bran aside from the fact that they lived in the same city… and that he was extraordinarily kinky.
The chastity device had been a surprise when it arrived in the mail, packed in a small blue box tied with a black ribbon and a note saying: “Wear it for me. Key to Follow. Bran.” The smart thing to do would have been to ignore it, or toss it in the garbage, or even try to trace the sender through the post office, but Leon had never been able to resist a hot scenario or a sexy idea, and so he’d dutifully put the small metal chastity device on and snapped the lock that had come with it shut, trapping his genitals at the same time that he sparked his erotic fantasizing. Bran had asked him about the device that night, and when Leon had sent him pictures, his online friend had started roleplaying in a way that had left the chastised fox horny and frustrated and extremely glad he’d followed the stranger’s commands.
He’d spent the rest of the week roleplaying with Bran in the evenings, trying to deal with his constant horniness and dripping pre during the workday, and waiting for the key to arrive. He’d spent the next week waiting too, and the week after that. Whenever he asked Bran about it, the man invariably had asked him for another picture and then ignored his questions. He’d begun to seriously consider demanding that Bran send the key, or just breaking off the lock, but somehow, he’d never been able to do so. It just seemed better to wait… it made him feel like he really was at Bran’s mercy, and like Bran was controlling him even though they’d never met. As the weeks of chastity had turned into months, he’d grown less and less frustrated at Bran. It wasn’t his online dom who should be ashamed, it was Leon, for not trusting him to send the key when he was ready for it.
When the key finally had arrived, Leon had been almost disappointed. After so much work, after so much denial, it felt like an anticlimax… at least until he read the note and found the small black bottle and the memory card packed in same the envelope. The instructions hadn’t been any less vague than the first set, but they’d got the fox’s tail swishing and made his trapped manhood tingle in its steel cage.
Lie down and listen to the file. Keep key and bottle with you. Do not disobey the instructions.
What was a pent-up fox to do except obey?
He hadn’t really known what he was getting himself in for with the tape, but once the voice started, the smooth, droning tone had been enough to tell him it was some kind of hypnosis. That had been a little weird, and Leon was pretty sure he’d never told Bran he wanted to try hypnosis, but the dom had trusted him, so he’d settled back into the sheets and closed his eyes and listened. It hadn’t taken long for the voice to increase his frustration, alternating back and forth between repeated commands to relax and listen and infuriating insults to the fox’s masculinity, self-worth and even his species. He’d nearly laughed at it at first, but he’d tried to stay still and listen to the whole file anyway. After all, he was just a fox, and foxes were born to obey their betters.
Now where had that thought come from? Leon wondered dimly, his eyes flickering but not opening. It must have been the tape. After all, it kept on reminding him that foxes were good slaves, and that good slaves were happy when they obeyed. Foxes didn’t need to cum, good slaves were happier when they were obedient. Obedience was denial.
Leon’s head shook again slightly. They weren’t his thoughts, they were the voice. They had to be the voice, because good slaves didn’t think for themselves. No, that wasn’t it either, that had been the tape too. Maybe he should turn it off. How long had he been listening to it again? He had been told to listen to the whole file, and good slaves did what they were told.
He was barely aware of his own hands moving, and even less aware of the voice buzzing in his ears, telling him that good slaves poured the bottle their master had given them into the keyhole in their lock. The stuff was sticky and cold as it dripped onto his fur, but that didn’t matter, because foxes were good slaves. Good slaves put their keys in the lock and twisted them until the slender, narrow length of the key snapped with a loud crack that made Leon flinch and shattered the trance of the hypnosis.
Leon jerked upright in the bed, dislodging one of his headphones as he gasped and opened his eyes. Bran’s voice was gone now, but he could still hear the instructions repeating in his head, and the afternoon sunlight that had been pouring through the window was gone too, replaced by midnight darkness and the flickering light of streetlights from the road below. Leon barely noticed that, because the broken half of the key was still there between his fingers, and the sticky resin he’d poured into the keyhole was already beginning to set.
Whimpering, he clawed at the keyhole, trying to get the broken piece out and knowing, deep in his subconscious, that he was never going to get it out. Good foxes were obedient slaves… and obedient slaves didn’t need to cum…
I really admire how you manage to weave emotion so richly into the story. My eyes are just guided from word to word, sentence to sentenced, paragraph to paragraph from beginning to end!
The relationship is so deliciously portrayed, and the hypnosis realistically done~.
Thank you very much! I hope you enjoyed writing it - and hope you enjoy your well-earned climax~ :3
By the way, if you're looking for roleplay partners, then I'd love to roleplay with you sometime! We could make beautiful, frustrated music together~ >:3
I'll need to know your character's name and either see a reference or get a basic description from you.
Ref sheet: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16088769/
“Hey Man, uh, Sir. Where do I take a piss around here?” Like most of the pledges, the young wolf was muscular and cocky looking, but he had the same slightly nervous, slightly awed, and very aroused expression that the new guys always got when they discovered just how much the fraternity was able to get away with, and just how brutally dominant their brothers would encourage them to be. Dylan’s annoyance started to fade, and the bear gave the younger wolf a smug grin.
“Call the rest of the mutts over and I’ll show you.” the bear grunted, and savored the confused look the wolf gave him as he padded back over to his buddies.
Gathering all twelve of the pledges took a couple of minutes, which let Dylan get another few rounds in before he had to switch off his phone. Getting the young jocks to do anything at all took a long time, especially when they were drunk and horny, which they almost always were. Eventually and with only a bit of shouting he managed to herd the lot of them down a hallway and into a bathroom that was barely big enough for half of them to fit comfortably. That took some doing too, because once the first couple of guys got a look inside they practically had to be shoved out of the way to keep the bunch moving. Since he was meaner, older and bigger than all of them, Dylan wrestled his way to the front pretty easily, and rested a hand on the shivering piece of “furniture” built into the bathroom walls.
“Boys, meet your new urinal. You’ll be seeing a lot of him if we let you join.”
Dylan didn’t mind seeing a lot of the urinal himself. Not all of the frat’s brothers were any good at building, but they’d managed a pretty awesome bit of work here. Only a few weeks old, the rubber and steel surface of the urinal gleamed and shone with a polished look that was out of place in the run-down townhouse. Of course, it wasn’t nearly as out of place as the rest of the urinal, which consisted of a small, black and pink wolf who had been stupid enough to ask one of the older frat brothers for a ride home. He’d gotten a harder ride than he’d ever expected, and ended up just the right size to fit into the padded steel crate that served as the urinal’s base. Only the wolf’s head was still visible, his once attractive fur matted and grimy, his blue eyes wide above a muzzle that was forced open with a steel ring gag.
“This little bitch loves piss. He loves it so much we let him have all of it.” As he spoke the wolf’s fur bristled under his hand. Humiliation or anger, in the end, Dylan didn’t care about that any more than he did about the fact that the wolf hadn’t technically volunteered for his current position. As long as the dumb little canine never got out, what the wolf wanted didn’t matter. The bear’s attention was mostly on another wolf now, the jock who’d asked to pee in the first place.
“What are you waiting for pup. Give him a taste.”
To his credit, the pledge barely even hesitated, and as he yanked down his jeans the other young men cheered and howled and slapped him on the back, drowning out the much quieter whimpers of the little wolf locked into the urinal. The pup was shaking his head too, in a desperate, pleading motion that none of the frat boys paid the slightest attention to.
“Does he have to drink it, or am I just supposed to piss on his fur?” the wolf asked. Dylan snorted.
“What the fuck do I care? Just piss and let stinky worry about it. You wanna watch him swallow it, there’s a funnel under the sink. You wanna get licked clean, shove your dick in when you’re done. Not like he’s gonna complain.”
The pledge was already peeing by the time Dylan finished talking, a golden stream that smelled sharply of ammonia and made the urinal wolf’s nose wrinkle and his eyes close as it splashed over his dark fur, trickling down his face and onto his tongue as he shuddered and whined. His obvious discomfort made the bear grin, and as the wolf shook off his dick Dylan reached into his own pants and fondled his growing erection. The other pledges looked almost as aroused as he was, so maybe this would be a good chance for another initiation rite.
“Ok boys, new rule. Whoever uses the urinal the least in the next few weeks has to give the bitch inside his monthly cleaning. If you lot manage to fill the box he’s sitting in by then, I’ll personally buy him a nice rubber hood and some glue, and we’ll see if he’s more fun blindfolded…”
In the meantime, though...could I get a request of an anthro raven, turned into one of those living-latex toys you wrote about a while ago, with the fox guy? I don't know how much you wanna do, but starting with him boxed up would be pretty awesome. Maybe if he was even kept in that "restricted" mode at first while whatever customer has his way with him?~
(And if this goes well, I'll definitely be requesting another. Probably with watersports. Probably let you cum, too. <3)
ANYWAYS, to clarify a bit now...people go through ~a machine~ and get turned completely into rubber toys for the night, then boxed up in a crate and delivered to some hotel room, where they're unpacked and ...well, stuff happens. ^^
The whole "restricted mode" thing is a choice of the customer. They can either choose to let the rubber toy walk and talk and move like a normal fur, or choose to be restrictive and keep the toy immobile, with no arms or legs and just a few wet holes. I'd prefer the second ^^;
For the customer, let's be stereotypical and say a fairly stocky horse? |3
And for the birb, he's got arms and legs, no wings, taloned bird feet, and ...being a service toy, probably only has a slit in the front. <3
Full rubber hazmat suits are hot and heavy, but they do keep parasitic alien rubber beasts from oozing over and into a young otter while he scavenges on derelict space stations... at least they would if his two jackass crew mates hadn't sabotaged his suit to teach the smart-ass planetsider a lesson. He'll be more useful as a dumb horny rubber drone once the parasite has melded with him anyway, and he'll finally stop bitching about the way they push him around.
Kind of like salvage teams, Wake thought with a grin, watching one of the wiggling rubber masses as it oozed slowly down the hallway toward where one of his two scrappers was working… or at least, where one of his two scrappers was supposed to be working. A pair of scrapped robots in a pulse storm would have been more efficient than Kun and Mako.
Kun… Kun was an old-school scrapper. A spacer-brat bred somewhere in the periphery and practically raised in zero-gravity and recycled air. He was also the laziest sack of fur and fat that Wake had ever seen, a wolverine who did as little work as possible and spent most of his time sleeping or masturbating to pornography he’d smuggled onto the ship. Mako, on the other hand, was a hard worker and a talented mechanic with just one fault… a mouth that never stopped complaining except when Wake or Kun or one of the other scrappers was stuffing a dick into it.
“Would it be that hard to repair the climate control? At this point I think I’ve sweated enough to swim back to the ship.” Over the communication’s system the otter’s voice was scratchy and distorted… and even bitchier than in person. It was also almost impossible to tune out, which meant that Wake had to spend more time looking at the monitors and less time looking through Kun’s porn collection. He’d patiently endured the planet-born otter’s complaints for weeks, but now, now the Mesmermorph was almost touching the heavy boot of the otter’s hazard suit, and Wake had a feeling what was about to happen would be a lot more entertaining than the otter’s usual complaints.
“You’d think we’d be salvaging these suits… except that they’re worse garbage than the shit that we’re taAH!” the otter’s rant cut off in a yelp, and Wake chuckled as he tried to jump away and the heavy boot stuck to the oozing alien body. “Don’t these fucking things know when to quit?” Mako swore.
“All part of the job kid, you know the drill by now.” Wade replied. Mako made an obscene gesture at the suit’s helmet cam, and Wade chuckled and waited. Routine when a fifty pound rubber slug grappled onto your suit was actually pretty simple. The things were smart enough to seek out heat, but too dumb to figure out how to open a hazard suit. They’d ooze over you for a few minutes and then ooze away again, perpetually seeking a more naked alien host to bond with. At least, that’s what would happen if your hazard suit was intact.
If, on the other hand, your long-suffering captain had tampered with the emergency access port…
The warning claxons were music to Wake’s ears, but they weren’t as enjoyable as the whimper that replaced the otter’s bitching as Mako realized what was happening.
“Fuck! Boss my suit is breached! W-what…” Thumbing the mute button, Wake cut off the otter’s frantic questions and unzipped his pants, watching in silence as the otter’s face beaded with sweat as his wide eyes glanced around the inside of his helmet as if looking for an escape route. The external camera showed the suit bulging as the rubbery parasite began to slip inside, and as Wake wrapped a hand around his growing erection he imagined what it must have felt like it that stuffy, sweaty suit as the rubbery parasite’s cold body slithered up against yours. The scrappers didn’t wear anything underneath their hazard suits… too hot for that… and there was nothing to keep the parasite from doing what it did best.
Mako’s communicator was muted, but that only meant that Wake didn’t have to listen to his shouting, it didn’t mean he couldn’t talk to the otter as he began to stroke himself off.
“You know what your problem is boy? It’s yer fucking attitude. You think you’re better than the big, dumb spacers who pay your salary. Well guess what dirtpounder, yer fancy planet education can’t stop a mesmermorph from bonding with that fat little body of yours. I bet ya can feel the rubber pushing up under that thick tail already can’t you? Pretty soon it’ll coat yer whole body, and you’ll be nice and shiny and smooth when the boys pick ya up. But that’s not the best part. The best part is when it smothers over yer head and pours into yer nose and ears. Mesmermorphs have a kinda way to… change… the poor fuckers like you they bond with.”
By the look of things, that had already started. The rubbery ooze hadn’t made it to the otter’s head yet, but Mako’s expression looked a whole lot less scared and a whole lot more distracted. The vital readings from his suit showed his heartbeat slowing down, and his arousal peaking. That was a bonus as far as Wake was concerned. Shutting up the otter, humiliating him and chastising him… he’d have probably done it anyway, but the best part of a mesmermorph’s infestation was the way it rendered the most aggressive men into obedient, horny little sluts. Mako was already horny, but the obedience would be a pretty solid improvement.
“Yer gonna get a whole lot hornier and a whole lot less mouthy. Fact is you’ll basically stop caring about anything but getting fucked. Won’t that be fun?” Grinning at the otter’s desperate expression, Wake switched the comm channel.
“Hey Kun, get yer fingers out of yer ass and head to section 11. Your little buddy just got himself into a rubbery predicament that I think you’ll enjoy.”
Instead, what had seemed like a simple if dirty idea had turned out to be one surprise after another. The idea was that the horse would put Seth in a diaper, and the deer would have to keep that diaper dry until he’d sucked the horse off or gotten permission from the stallion to pee. He hadn’t expected the horse to keep on putting off the promised blowjob not just for an hour, but for an entire afternoon and most of an evening in which the horse had forced him to drink almost constantly. By the time the stallion had finally dropped his pants and let his thick cock flop into Seth’s face, he’d felt like his bladder was about to burst.
Unfortunately, that felt like it had been hours ago too, and despite the deer’s increasingly frantic sucking and pumping and licking the horse seemed no closer to orgasm now than he had when the deer started. It seemed entirely unfair that the horse’s breathing was still slow and steady; especially when the deer had to time his own breaths with the rhythm with the man’s thrusting hips.
“C’mon boy, take it all.” the stallion huffed, and with a muffled groan Seth tried not to choke as the thick cock slid deeper into his mouth, pushing into his throat and threatening to gag him. Pre trickled down the back of his throat, warm and musky, but still the horse didn’t cum, he just grabbed Seth’s antlers and wrenched his head forward roughly. The dick that had been poking into his throat suddenly slid deeper into him, and as the deer gagged and tried to pull himself away he felt his bladder twinge and the slight, undeniable sense of dampness between his legs.
It must have shown on his face, because seconds later he was coughing and gasping as the horse’s cock pulled out of his mouth, and the stallion was sneering down at him angrily.
“Did I tell you it was time to piss?” The horse growled. “Did I fucking tell you to piss?”
“N-”
“Go ahead and finish,” the horse interrupted with a snort. “Fill your little padded diaper like the impatient bitch you are.”
“I – I didn’t mean to…” Seth stammered, but the horse was still glaring down at him, and the man’s cock was still dripping pre onto the deer’s chest.
“Can you follow any instructions at all?” the horse asked, and Seth nodded and bit his lip, flushed scarlet beneath his fur and unable to meet the horse’s eyes as he started to wet himself, his straining bladder overcome with relief at the same time that the rest of him was quivering with humiliation. The diaper was becoming heavier as his urine filled it, a physical reminder of his embarrassment, but even that wasn’t as bad as the smirk that slowly spread across the horse’s face as Seth wiggled and squirmed and tried to ignore the dampness against his fur. “Now where were we?” the horse added, fondling his erection and stepping back toward the deer. “I think you’ve got some unfinished business to take care of here…”
It didn’t help that none of the three were especially sober. Koebi hadn’t drunk as much as his friends, but he was still finding it hard to keep his balance while his arms were yanked around and his weight was resting on a set of squishy kneepads built into the suit. Stifling a grin at the way the rubber squeaked as his hand slipped into the padded fist-mitt at the end of the sleeve, Koebi flexed his fingers and did the best he could to keep his tail still. If it wasn’t for the skunk’s question, he could have easily forgotten that wearing the suit was supposed to be a punishment.
The wolfdog had no idea where the fox had found it. It looked brand new, the rubber gleaming slightly, the metal zipper and built in D-rings gleaming as if they’d been polished. It was easily one of the hottest and most impressive bondage suits Koebi had ever seen, and when the fox had suggested that the loser of their game would have to wear it out to the club tonight, Koebi had needed to struggle not to visibly throw the game. He’d lost, of course, and done it deliberately, but he didn’t want his friends to know. It wasn’t exactly cheating anyway… not when you were trying to lose.
“Alright “pup”, open up.” the fox murmured, and as the skunk’s hands grabbed the suit’s hood Koebi glared theatrically at his friends and let them slide the built-in gag into his muzzle. The rubber tasted as new as it smelt, and he didn’t need to fake a wince at the bitterness. Really, there wasn’t much point in acting by now anyway, because the hood was already sliding over his face. The smooth, slick rubber felt amazing as it pressed down over his skin, and he shuddered with arousal as the fox’s hands gently moved his ears into their internal pockets. The skunk had grabbed the suit’s zipper now, and was swearing irritably as he tried to work it shut.
As he pulled the suit squeezed around Koebi’s ample belly, and his partial erection began to twitch in the tiny rubber pocket of the suit’s crotch. It wasn’t big enough for him to get fully aroused, but for the moment the frustration only added to the fun. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking at a mirror through nearly transparent rubber. The suit really did look as amazing as it felt, skin-tight and pink, the hood decorated with exaggerated cartoonish eyes that hid his own and a grinning muzzle that was at least appropriate, even if a little silly. The gag in his mouth was actually an inflatable tube, a sort of built in fleshlight open at both ends so that Koebi could use it to drink… whatever his buddies chose to give him. Aside from the nose hole and a small hole above his butt, the suit entirely wrapped his body.
His tail was wagging again, and if the fox hadn’t agreed with the skunk before, his slightly smug, slightly annoyed expression in the mirror showed that he did now.
“Think he lost on purpose?”
“Does it matter? He’s obviously enjoying this more than we are.”
“I think we can fix that. Check the hall closet, bottom shelf.”
The skunk obediently walked out of Koebi’s view, and the fox leaned down beside him, rubbing between his ears and reaching underneath him to stroke the tight, squeezing rubber around his cock. The touch made him shiver, but not nearly as much as the skunk’s voice from the hallway.
“Whoa! Dude that’s evil! Are you sure?”
“Positive. Bring the whole thing,” the fox replied, and then grabbed his muzzle as Koebi tried to look over his shoulder. He could still see the skunk over his shoulder as the guy came back, balancing a heavy looking jug with a bunch of warning labels Koebi couldn’t read. His tail stopped wagging.
“Do I need gloves?”
“Nope, it doesn’t stick to fur. And it dries smooth and clear, so don’t worry about using too much.” As the fox spoke his arms wrapped around Koebi’s body, holding him still as the skunk knelt over him. The wolfdog tried to ask what the stuff was, but all that came out was a muffled, whimpering moan. The gag barely let him make a noise at all, and any sort of actual words was obviously going to be impossible. His body stiffened at the grins on his friends’ faces, but his cock felt harder than ever. As the skunk tilted the jug a thick, viscous stream of whitish ooze poured over the wolfmutt’s back, and he felt the cold, wet weight of it through the rubber as it splatted over his shoulders and started to run down his back. There was a thick, vaguely chemical smell, and Koebi flinched as the fox’s voice whispered in his ear.
“I said the loser would wear the suit tonight pup, I didn’t say they’d get to take it off after. And when I tell you what kind’ve glue’s pouring onto that zipper, you’ll probably wonder if you’re ever getting out of that cute little suit at all.”
“I know I’m not cutting him out.” The skunk muttered, smirking down at the fox and chuckling at the frantic whimpers from Koebi’s muzzle, and at the way the wolfdog shook his head desperately. The glue was still pouring down his back, trapping him in the suit, trapping him in this humiliation, sealing him as a helpless, permanent animal or toy. But Koebi’s dick was still hard, and as he shuddered and squirmed, his tail began to wag again too.
“Looks like we all win tonight.” The fox whispered, and with a resigned whimper, Koebi realized he no longer had any choice but to agree.
I would like a story that tells the tale of this picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17417188/
The first would be Robin https://www.furaffinity.net/view/13082159/ in that particular outfit going down to the local fetish bar where more manly folks. They decide to show him a good time.
The second would be my buck character Shaun https://www.furaffinity.net/view/16803528/ just got auctioned off to some kinky guy for some real hardcore fun.
The last one would be some type of kinky superhero story involving Kinky Cat https://www.furaffinity.net/view/9381086/ (you can change the colors to a dark blue if you like) and he being captured and humiliated by some villain.
Let me know if ya like any of these or need more info on any.
One unsuspecting panther policeman has nearly finished his rounds for the day before investigating a noise at a derelict factory. One brainwashing helmet and tight rubber uniform later thanks to a mysterious chair, the city finds itself at the mercy of a new supervillain!
The second would a trio of beefy lions causing major trouble at my polar bears club Duality and the trio end up in permanent bondage as new decorations for the club at the hands of the bear.
Refs: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12521599/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11904126/
This well built badger https://www.furaffinity.net/view/16154923/ has agreed to try out an experimental nano suit . Unfortunately there seems to be a few bugs in the programming and he quickly finds out about the suits more 'unique' and 'stimulating' features.
The new nanosuit stank. Literally. Fresh off the assembly line of who knew what cut-rate tech lab in the colonies, it managed to combined the worst of the bitter scent of vulcanized rubber with a barely explicable ozone odour that filled Raymond’s apartment within seconds of him prying the box open. To top it off, the thing was ugly too: garish, plastic-looking red plates over smooth, rubbery white material. It still had all of the original factory warning stickers and visibility bars on it too, and they didn’t exactly give it a smooth or polished look.
You don’t have to model it, you just have to try it on and check it for bugs, Ray had reminded himself. It was easy money, and it was all under the table, entirely tax free. $500 seemed like a lot of money for picking up a parcel, trying on a suit for an hour and mailing it back, especially since they’d promised him just as much for the report he was supposed to send them afterward, but he supposed some companies were rich enough that they didn’t really have a grasp on smaller numbers. It definitely hadn’t seemed like something to complain about, at least not until he’d seen what they wanted him to wear.
For a wonder, the suit fit him perfectly, the rubbery layer tight but not constricting and the hardened plates on the outside large enough for him to squeeze his thick shoulders and muscular body into. The whole thing prickled a little bit as the built-in sensors scanned him, and he didn’t enjoy the weight of the bulky components over his crotch and ass, but all in all, it wasn’t so bad. The best part was, the suit’s built in air filter would probably get rid of the noxious smell. Making sure he had plenty of space, he flipped open the panel on his chest and keyed in the start-up sequence.
For a few seconds nothing happened except the prickling, almost electrical sensations on his body got worse. But then the face-plate of the suit’s mask flickered like an old LCD screen, and the bright blue lines and letters of the suit’s HUD glowed into existence. He watched the stream of words as they flashed in front of his face, and shifted uncomfortably as the prickling made his fur stand up. Obviously its static discharge hadn’t been designed with thick fur in mind.
WELCOME USER INITIATE NEURAL LINK Y/N
Had they never heard of punctuation? For that matter, did they think his eyes had a built in keyboard. He looked hard at the Y until the suit’s display flickered again.
NEURAL LINK ENGAGING PLEASE REMAIN CALM
The words stayed up in front of him for a few seconds, and before he could even finish reading them the entire display flashed red.
NEURAL LINK FAILED RETRY Y/N
Biting back a sigh, Ray looked away from the window and stared at the nearest wall. Nice, Simple drywall painted an inoffensive off-white. If that was too much for the suit, there was no helping it. His prolonged attempt to stare down the flickering Y, didn’t help him stay calm though, which might have explained why this time the suit took an even shorter amount of time to flash and scold him.
NEURAL LINK FAILED WARNING USER MENTAL STATE INCOMPATIBLE PLEASE REMAIN CALM
INITIATE MENTAL RECONDITIONING Y/N
And what the fuck did that mean? Glaring and muttering under his breath, he stared at the N while wandering across the room to find the manual that had been packed with the suit.
MENTAL RECONDITIONING ACTIVATED PLEASE REMAIN CALM
Digging through the box, it took Ray a few moments to actually read what had come up on the HUD this time. He might not have done it at all if the prickling on his fur hadn’t suddenly vanished, and if something wet and rubbery and thick hadn’t pushed up between his legs, pausing as if uncertain as his body froze in shock.
RECTAL PROBE READY PLEASE REMAIN CALM
Adrenaline was a remarkably effective drug for encouraging quick thinking, and Ray’s mind began racing very quickly. Ok, shit, the suit mistook the way you were looking. The Suit was fucking crazy, but that wasn’t helpful. There’s had to be an emergency shutdown somewhere. Besides, if it couldn’t figure out how to interface how is it going to-
“Nnngghhh…” he groaned as the thick, slippery dildo forced its way into his rear, the pain of the sudden penetration making him bite his lip and leaving his eyes watery, barely able to make out the HUD.
USER PAIN DETECTED ADMINISTERING SEDATIVE PLEASE REMAIN CALM
“No! Wait! I… Uhhnnn…” Ray groaned as the dildo vibrated inside of him. The initial pain was already fading, and the fucking machine was pushing into him at just the right angle to make the badger shudder with unwanted arousal. Something smelly and wet was spraying across his nose, and the first whiff of it made his head spin and made him forget all about the pain.
Fuck. This wasn’t going well at all. He needed to find the emergency release. He had to use his hands for that. The problem was, he couldn’t exactly remember what he was supposed to do with them. There was a… a button or something?
RECTAL PROBE CALIBRATED ACTIVATING PHALLIC STIMULANT PLEASE REMAIN CALM
The dildo vibrated again, and something warm was squeezing around his erection. He wasn’t sure when he’d become erect, but whatever it was felt amazing, and he’d already reached down to jerk off before he remembered that he was still in the suit he wanted to get out of it. The trouble was, he couldn’t remember why he wanted to get out of it. He couldn’t remember…
USER PLEASE REMAIN CALM
Yeah, calm. That was what he needed to remember. The suit’s fleshlight was stroking his shaft now, and it felt a hell of a lot better than his hand ever had… especially with the vibrating dildo pulsing inside of him, and the buzzing, prickly sensation of static playing through his fur. Had that sensation gone away? He hadn’t liked it before, but it felt good now. The suit was good… The idea that it was going to screw up his mind was ridiculous. He already loved the suit, why would it want to change that. Grinning and panting as the suit continued to pump his cock, User lowered his hands and waited for the suit to tell him what he was supposed to do next.
WELCOME USER INITIATE NEURAL LINK Y/N
I would like a story featuring me (ref: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/15880379/ ) in a servile position to a master, any species, name, cock size, whatever they look like, as long as they have a large physique. The story describes Joey's experience as a slave in his master's household who is a high-standing member of society (think Roman nobility), during a party. Joey's purpose is partially being an exotic eye candy, and partially being a paw worshipping, cock nuzzling, musk sniffing slave/pet for the master and his guests.
During this party, Joey is in uniform. Said uniform consists of a thick muzzle to keep him from speaking, a chastity cage he's had to grow very familiar with during his slave life, his collar, and cuffs on every limb (including his tail). Clothes may be optional, depending on what sort of show the master has in mind for his guests, and other bondage equipment tends to come and go depending on what happens.
With these conditions, I'll leave it to you to go nuts, so that maybe you'll get to bust a nut.
Let's see...I'm a sucker for boots. Work boots, combat boots, biker boots, etc. I just love big chunky or padded boots. Heavy boots are better. Another thing I really, really like is mind control and hypnosis.
I would like to see a story involving my fursona Rick ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14002757/ ), who is actually pretty dorky and silly, turning into a horny sex master due to putting on a mystery pair of boots.
That's my idea, hope you pick it out!
Rick didn’t like the club. It was crowded and grungy, and smelt of spilled booze and cigar smoke and far too many men who needed to bathe. The guys who filled it were mostly bigger than him, or maybe it was just the way they held themselves: jocks and truckers and blue collar workers in leather and denim who oozed confidence and masculinity. A lot of them were older than him, middle aged with greying fur around their muzzles, but some of them had to have gotten in with fake IDs. He supposed he was about average as far as height went too, and grey wolves like Rick were pretty common in every crowd, even crowds of leather-clad gay men looking for a bit of action.
He’d forced himself to come in anyway. He’d forced himself to order a drink, and to say “hi” to the massive bear sitting on the stool next to him (the black bear had glanced over at him and then gone back to drinking without a word). Rick had forced himself to stay too, even when the crowd started to get rowdy and a horse had jumped on the bar and started to jerk off. He’d forced himself to stay, but no matter how hard he tried, he hadn’t been able to force himself to relax enough to have a good time.
He’d been on his third drink when he’d met Marco, or rather, when he’d stumbled into Marco and the lean, muscular jaguar had caught him by his leather jacket and pulled him back over to the bar. The feline had introduced himself, and insisted on buying him a drink, and somehow Rick had found himself talking to the stranger about how many times he’d been to the bar, and about the jaguar’s name, and then Marco had said something in Spanish that the alcohol in his system had found hilarious… only he wasn’t sure if Marco had been trying to make a joke, but the jaguar had laughed off his blush and started talking to him about boots.
He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten from that to where they were now, with the jaguar kneeling on the floor in front of him lacing up a leather work boot identical to the one that he’d already pulled onto Rick’s other foot. The wolf’s own shoes he’d slid under the bar, but at the time Rick had been too confused to protest, and then he’d worried it’d be awkward with the jaguar already forcing his foot into one of the boots. They were nice boots too… shiny black leather welted to a thick rubber outsole with a tread he could have climbed mountains it. He’d never wanted to climb a mountain before, but in these boots, he felt like he could climb whatever he wanted.
There was enough of a heel to support the wolf’s ankle, and the weight alone was enough to tell him they were steel-toed. The insoles cushioned his feet like they’d been made for him, and when the jaguar had started to lace the first boot up, tightening it around his ankle, the sensation of support, of safety, and above all of strength had been fantastic. It felt even better as Marco tightened the laces in each eyelet, and by the time the cat was tying the laces Rick was already starting to get aroused. That had surprised him at the time. He hadn’t known that he had a boot fetish, or maybe these boots were special. But the fact that he was aroused hadn’t been as surprising as the fact that he wasn’t embarrassed by his erection, even when the jaguar reached over and patted the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.
But that was stupid. Why should he be embarrassed? This was a gay bar after all. Besides, he was a man, and a nice, thick hard-on was nothing to be ashamed about. It was something to act on. The jaguar had barely begun to tighten the laces on the second boot before Rick reached down and unzipped his pants, tugging them down enough for his cock to spring free, and for his balls to dangle off the stool in front of the jaguar’s face. Marco grinned and licked his lips, and Rick’s cock twitched as he downed the rest of the drink the jaguar had bought him, letting the fiery liquid add its fuel to the growing sense of urgency. The black bear was staring at him now, and frowned uncertainly as Rick grinned up at him and flicked his ears. I bet he fucking likes what he sees… Rick thought, and let his eyes wander around the room, and around the rest of the guys who were pausing in their own conversation to stare at his cock. I bet they’d all like a piece of this… I bet I could give it to them too…
Marco had finished lacing up the wolf’s second boot now, and Rick took a moment to admire how they looked together… big and shiny… but he bet they’d look great covered in mud too, and feel just as warm and safe and dry as they did now. With a cute little smirk, the jaguar looked up at him and started to stand, pausing as Rick’s hands landed on his shoulders and pushed him back down. Oh no you don’t, the wolf thought, and let his tongue loll a bit as he grinned down.
“You’re not done down there yet,” Rick growled, and before the jaguar could protest Rick’s fingers were clenching in his fur and dragging his head forward. The handsome feline’s mouth opened for Rick’s cock willingly enough… and oh fuck his muzzle felt good as it closed over the wolf’s erection, the warm tongue cupping under his shaft and the jaguar’s fur bristling as Rick’s hips thrust forward. He felt the jaguar gag, but he kept on pushing anyway until he felt Marco’s nose poke his fur, and as he slid back for another thrust he felt the cat’s breath against his crotch. The jaguar barely gagged at all at the next thrust, and only a little on the one after that, even though Rick twisted one of his ears by accident. The big cat was still sucking and licking even then, so obviously Rick’s cock wasn’t choking him, and the wolf wondered why that almost disappointed him…
More importantly, he wondered why the rest of the guys in the bar were looking at him like he’d grown a second head. As far as he could tell, all he’d done was grow a set of balls… Or maybe the rest of the men just wanted a closer look at those balls, and at the wolf’s new boots.
Yeah, that had to be it. Rick couldn’t blame them for that. Instead, he stood up and shoved his pants down further, yanking on the jaguar’s scruff to keep him sucking and glancing over his shoulder at the bear. The guy had a tent in his pants that, the wolf had to admit, put his own manhood to shame. He wondered how the bear’s cock would feel inside him, and the words were leaving his mouth before he even thought about them.
“Nice bulge buddy. I bet if you bury that monster up my ass I can take the whole fucking thing without a whimper.”
The boast seemed to catch the bear off-guard, but Rick couldn’t imagine why. He realized the jaguar’s tongue was slowing down and made sure his next few hip-thrusts were especially hard. Marco whimpered and started sucking again, and Rick gave his attention back to the bear. The guy was standing now, and pulling out a thick, meaty erection that made the wolf drool.
“You’re on punk.” the bear chuckled. “What’re you betting?”
“Well you’re gonna be up my ass, so I guess bet my muzzle,” Rick replied. A small part of him couldn’t believe what he was saying. That part of him didn’t own boots as awesome as the ones on Rick’s feet.
“Wolf’s gotta dirty mouth on him…” the bear murmured to the growing crowd of men. “Bet I have him squealing before he gets halfway down.”
“You can clean it out with your cum when you win.” Rick promised, licking his muzzle suggestively and spreading his legs to give the bear a better angle. He considered looking around for lube, but the bear was licking a finger and looked pretty drippy, so who needed lube anyway? The bear’s cock looked delicious, so he didn’t really care if he won his bet anyway. Besides, by now Marco had calmed down enough to be giving the blowjob the attention Rick knew his body deserved, and if the jaguar kept it up he might shoot his load before the black bear even started fucking him.
That didn’t matter though. Somehow Rick knew it’d take a lot more than a little tongue action to settle this wolf down. He wasn’t sure he’d ever settle down again.
“What the hell are you all waiting for, a written invitation?” Rick shouted to the rest of the crowd, barely able to contain his excitement as the jaguar’s head bobbed down on his cock and the black bear’s arms wrapped around his middle, strong and sweaty and fucking amazing. “Take off those clothes and fuck!”
Rick fucking loved this club.
He was, in other words, exactly the kind of man that Atlas loved… But even the most submissive guy could find himself getting in over his head every now and then. The donkey still hadn’t answered his boyfriend’s question though, and the horse’s smirk was gradually transforming into an impatient frown.
The only problem was, in this case, every answer was the wrong one. He’d been halfway through telling the horse about his day when the stallion had thrown his arm around Atlas’s shoulder and dragged him down the stairs to the horse’s basement, bitching loudly about how his “dumbass” would need to learn to keep his mouth shut when his master wasn’t using it. Apologizing had only earned him a swat on the balls. Begging would probably earn him an even worse punishment.
“No Sir.” Atlas mumbled at last, his long ears flicking as he glanced away. The stallion had finished looking now, and as he walked toward Atlas a thick rubber gag was dangling from his fingers.
“Let’s keep it that way. Open your mouth, wide as you can.” The horse ordered, and with an embarrassed, eager blush Atlas let the horse shove the gag inside his mouth, pressing down his tongue and digging into his cheeks as the straps were tightened around his face. It wasn’t especially big, but it was thick enough to keep his mouth from shutting properly, and he knew it was going to make him drool. Then he heard the quiet click of a padlock closing, and as he glanced nervously over his shoulder he saw the horse slipping the key into one of his jean pockets.
The last time he’d drooled on the floor he’d gotten spanked for it. By now, the sheer unfairness of the whole situation had the donkey’s cock hardening and pushing against his underwear. He had to fight back the urge to whimper a few moments later, when the horse twisted a small tube into the end of the gag and started to pump the attached bulb. The rubber inflated immediately at the horse’s squeezing, squishing his tongue and pushing against his teeth, while the end of the gag sagged back toward his throat and threatened to suffocate him.
“Hhhmmmnnnn!” he moaned, his eyes widening, but the stallion only laughed and gave the bulb another squeeze, chuckling at the way the donkey’s legs shook and the sight of his nose flaring as he tried to breathe. A strand of saliva, warm and wet, trickled down Atlas’s chin and dripped onto his chest.
“Finally a little peace and quiet.” The horse grunted, and gave Atlas a teasing pat on the shoulder as he stepped back over to the cabinet. “Now would you rather watch a quiet movie or get whipped until you pass out and stop making entertaining noises?”
“Gghhnn,” Atlas huffed through the gag, and the horse grinned at him happily as he shook his head desperately and tried to plead with his eyes.
“Whips it is Dumbass, I think we might just leave that gag on there for good…”
How about a random male victim trying on an inflatable otter suit, and finds that with every breath it keeps inflating and pleasuring him. He tries to escape, but the air pressure and pleasure prevents him from opening the zipper in the back. At the end, it has him fully restrained on his back and keeps forcing him to cum, and he's unable to do anything about it.
Ciro grinned and wagged his tail as he slipped his head into the, smooth rubber of the weird suit. He’d spend a long time trying to figure out exactly how it worked. By the look of the flopping, shapeless rubber it had been designed to be inflated, but no matter how closely he examined the shiny exterior he couldn’t find anything that looked like a pump or nozzle to add air. The stomach of the suit felt weird too: heavy and thick and opaque where the rest of the rubber was slightly see-through.
Weird or not, the strange suit did seem pretty cool. Shaped sort of like an otter with a thick tail and a grinning, mustelid face, the rubber lining on the inside of the suit was so smooth and so slick that the coyote hadn’t even needed to look for lube. When he’d reached his arm in experimentally the slippery material had stretched and shaped itself around his limb, his arm easily fitting into the right sleeve and his hand ending up in a functional hand, the fingers of which were almost as loose and baggy as the rest of it. The rubber had felt so cool and nice against his fur that he’d found himself sticking his other arm in too, and then wrestling his head in through the opening and forcing into the tight, built-in hood.
There was another surprise there, one that made the coyote’s pulse quicken and his sheath stir restlessly. Instead of an empty space for his muzzle, there was some kind of thick rubber gag, which fitted neatly into his mouth and squeaked slightly when he bit down on it. The bitter, rubbery taste and smell wasn’t at all unpleasant, even though the rubber was starting to get warm where it touched his fur. He shifted his body a bit until the suit was fully covering his chest, and then one at a time stepped into the legs, shivering at the feel of rubber against his thighs as the material stretched around him.
The slippery, awkward fingers made getting his tail into the otter-tail tricky, but after a while he managed it, his body beginning to sweat a little as the tight rubber heated up around him. The sensations had been more than enough to get him hard, and to his surprise he felt his cock slide out of its sheath and into a slick, wonderfully tight internal sleeve, which seemed to suck around his shaft and squeeze his erection even as it formed. He couldn’t help biting down on the gag, and the high-pitched, rubbery squeak made his tail try to wag inside the thick otter tail of the costume.
Of course, by now there wasn’t any hope of resisting the urge to try the thing all the way. His fumbling hands managed to grasp the zipper after a minute of flailing, and after a couple squeaky moments of wriggling he pulled it down until the tight suit had him entirely sealed. The scent of rubber seemed stronger with the zipper closed, and the rubber sheath around his cock felt tighter and warmer… although he figured that could have been his body heat.
It was in the fingers of the suit that he first noticed the change. They were feeling a lot tighter, a lot less floppy, and as he watched them through the tinted, nearly opaque eyes of the suit he could see them slowly inflating around his hands, the wrinkles in the latex smoothing and the shiny surface bulging and stretching. He thought the arms and legs were getting puffier too, but not as quickly. The weird thing was that he didn’t see how the suit could be inflating itself. It didn’t seem to be steady, more like a slow, slight increase in pressure followed by a pause, then another slow increase. Almost like a heartbeat… or like breathing…
Experimentally, the coyote took as deep a breath as he could, and was rewarded not only by a visible expansion of the suit but by the sheath around his cock pumping like a firm, slippery rubber hand. The firm sense of stroking felt incredible, but the full-body pressure of the suit around him was nearly as arousing, and he breathed out as quickly as he could so that he could suck in another breath, feeling the suit tighten and stretch, shuddering at the way his cock was stroked and squeezed. It was almost too good to be true, and with barely any hesitation the coyote leaned against the nearest wall and started to breathe in and out almost to the point of hyperventilation, propping his squishy hands against the wall for support as the firm tightness expanded around him.
The warm rubber felt like it was squeezing him everywhere… tightening around his legs, squishing up underneath his butt like it was trying to lift him, forcing its way into his elbows and knees until it was a struggle to even move his arms… and all the while the pumping around his cock was getting harder and faster, massaging his knot and his shaft until his whole body trembled at each stroke. He barely even noticed that the rubber seemed to be getting thicker and darker as it inflated, or that he could barely make out the silhouette of his own body through eyes that had been nearly transparent when he put the suit on. Instead, he just exhaled and inhaled again and again, letting out squeaky little yelps whenever the pressure made him bite down on his gag.
His orgasm felt spectacular, the suit seemingly milking the cum right out of his shaft as he desperately inhaled, the squeezing tightness around his balls and chest smothering him even as he emptied his balls. He could feel his back sliding down the wall, and he landed with a soft bounce on the floor as he groaned and spent himself inside the rubber sheath. His breathing was ragged panting now, the pressure around him so tight he could barely wiggle inside the suit, and the constant stroking of his cock was starting to get uncomfortable as he breathed in and out and his afterglow settled over him.
It was time to get out, but as he flexed his arms and the suit refused to bulge, he began to wonder how he was supposed to reverse the inflation that had already happened. Alarm settled in almost as fast as arousal had, and as he desperately tried to squish down the over-inflated elbows enough to reach the zipper, or even to turn over, he realized that he was completely trapped. Worse than that was the squeezing stroking of his cock. It hadn’t stopped with his orgasm… if anything, it had gotten stronger, faster, and more relentless than ever as his panic made him breathe heavily as he struggled and whined.
The rubber of the suit had become entirely opaque now, and from the outside it lay on the floor almost entirely motionless. A plump, otter shaped balloon with a cheerful grin and shiny body. Every now and then the suit would give off a high-pitched squeak, but as the coyote’s constant breathing inflated the gag to the point that he couldn’t bite down anymore, even those squeaks became muffled and then faded entirely… leaving behind a smooth, silent toy that gave not the slightest hints of the trapped and painfully stimulated canine sealed within…
I'll pop another idea tomorrow when my brain is less tired and until then let the your imagination go wild! :D
Here's my idea..
Characters:
-Kyle, 22, cheetah. Athletic and generally laid back. Plays the dominant role in this scene.
-Seth, 21, fox. Lover of music, and incredibly kinky. Submissive in this scene.
Scenario:
Kyle and Seth are college roommates. One night, Kyle walks in on Seth browsing his favorite porn sites, and reveals that he's totally cool with it, and in fact has some of the same interests. After some discussion, Seth becomes Kyle's slave, and they engage in all kinds of kinky activities together.
Anything you want to do with this would be great!
As for things on the no-show list, aside from the things you have listed above, nothing else in particular comes to mind.
What happens when a submissive bangaa police officer has a one-night bondage session with a dominant bear who wants a more longterm play? Rubber suits, gasmasks, sleepsacks, hypnosis, and a transformation into a proper rubber drone happens!
Officer ref: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/16699722/
“Hhhnnn...” the bangaa hissed, and he sucked in an eager breath as his captor’s strong hand lifted away from his cock, the bear’s black-furred fingers trailing a few strands of cum. The thick gag in his mouth prevented him from speaking, and for a moment he found himself wishing his body was as expressive as a dog’s or a cat’s, that he could wag his thick tail or flick his four dangling ear-flaps or somehow express his gratitude to the man standing above him.
On the other hand, it wasn’t like his still dripping dick wasn’t a pretty solid sign of enjoyment on his body’s behalf, and even back at the bar where they’d met Wagner hadn’t struck him as the sentimental type. The bear’s flirting had been gruff and awkward, especially when he’d found out that Hinom was a cop, but the bangaa was used to that. He was also well aware that a lot of guys got turned on by the idea of being in control of someone with authority and power, so he hadn’t been surprised when Wagner had wanted to take things in a kinkier direction. He hadn’t been at all disappointed either.
The lazy distraction of his afterglow was interrupted as the bear’s hand rested on his dick again, and Hinom glanced down and shivered as he felt the man’s fingers toying with his shrinking manhood. It was sensitive now, and he had to bite down on the gag to keep from moaning at the rough affection. The bear hadn’t undone any of his restraints, and as he blinked through the glare of the light he realized that the bear’s other hand was holding something shiny and rubbery. The bangaa did moan as the bear pressed it down over his cock and squeezed, and his arms and legs flexed against his restraints. A tube? A cone? Hinom couldn’t make it out well enough to tell.
He didn’t get much time to look, because it turned out that Wagner had other surprises for him too. A few seconds after the tube squeezed around his dick the bangaa’s moan turned into a hiss of pain as the bear reached lower and pushed something thick and smooth and painfully large into his ass, the stinging tightness making him thrash against the restraints. His eyes began to water, and he frantically moaned and shook his head as the bear picked up a remote control and pressed a switch.
The jolt of electricity that slammed through Hinom’s body was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was like something had grabbed him by the balls and slammed him into the table, and it was only the thick, soft rubber of the gag that kept him from biting his tongue. Dazed and tingling, the second shock felt even stronger than the first one did, but it didn’t seem to hurt as much, and as his muscles clenched around the butt plug he felt an involuntary thrill at the sensation of fullness and pressure against his prostate. Sweat trickled across his body underneath the rubber, and he barely even noticed that Wagner had strapped a breathing mask over his face until an unmistakable, bitter scent hit his nose.
“Yeah,” the bear murmured in agreement, the first words he’d said since Hinom had been strapped to the table. “Cop like you probably knows exactly what that is, and what it can do. But do you know how concentrated it is? A little bit’ll give you a trance and a high, too much will put you in a coma, or worse… but there’s a sweet spot Hinom, and I bet you don’t know what that does.”
Fuming at himself and at the bear and trying to hold his breath, it took a while for Wagner’s words to register with Hinom. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, or how many laws the bear was breaking, or how absolutely helpless the bondage had left him.
He couldn’t believe that his cock was getting hard again…
“You can feel it can’t you? You know it was government fucks like you who came up with this shit? All it takes is a single session to completely wipe away someone’s resistance. They don’t rebel, they don’t resist, they just obey… and every act of obedience makes them hornier and more docile, until nothing is left but an obedient little drone… I don’t hear you breathing Hinom, you don’t wanna suffocate do you?”
As the bear mocked him another shock, more powerful than the first two, surged through the bangaa’s body. His muscles clenched and his body twitched uncontrollably, and the bitter smell of the drug filled his nose as he sucked in an unwilling breath. It felt good. That was the worst part. It felt amazing and he had to fight the urge to breathe in again. Only… if he didn’t breathe, he was still keeping the drug-laced air inside his lungs…
“You’re starting to get it aren’t you? There’s no end to this where you walk out of here a free cop. Nothing you do or don’t do will change it now, it’s too fucking late. It was too late when you met me back at the bar. You can stretch this out, you can exhaust yourself struggling, but you’re still going to be a drone. You’re still going to be my drone.”
“One way or another...”
Hinom breathed.
This guy -> http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17306401/
VS.
This guy -> http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16299058/
Who would win and how?
The contest has to be a kinky one, so let me know whether the two are dominant or submissive and I'll try to come up with something interesting.
Let's stretch your anthro x feral body type writting skills. Let's see what kinda rubbery/bondage/latex/kinky chastity/denial you can come up with about any dom/scene you want, versus my horse whom is a feral.
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The problm is, that tyson is sleepwalking, but the real problem, he's peeinng on things during that. So he's walking to lupo's bed and pees on it and lupo.
The next day lupo sleeps on the couch, but tyson comes sleepwalking, sits down, on lupos face, and rips out a massive fart.
The next day lupo's in his bed again, is peed on again and is farted on by tyson. There he starts to like it .
The next night tyson does again, but this time lupo enjoys. When tyson farts, he wakes up and sees lupo, sniffing and loving the fart, and gettting hard..
Lupo tells him, that he likes it. How will it end?
I hope it's ok, that there are so many things set
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10666702/
This nice subby wolf Kingsley here has never really had the chance to be played with. It would be nice to see him getting coerced, with him hesitant, into some rubber or leather gear (no real ideas in mind for gear in particular, whatever you think would fit him), maybe at a club, and being left to the devices of those around him.
Optional extra ideas to use at your discretion: Having him be gagged, or slipped into chastity, once he's all geared up and can't stop it. Or, well, anything you think might be neat to see happen to him. XD
Feel free to change the setting or anything if you've got an idea you want to work on.
Kingsley blushed as he looked down at the padded leather fist mitts around his hands. The smooth, warm leather did feel good, but what had really excited him was the tightness, the way the leather forced his hands into useless fists and the quiet certainty of the click of each padlock closing shut. His hands were trapped, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it until the jaguar took the mitts off again. He was at another man’s mercy, dependant on a kinky, horny guy that he’d only known for the last fifteen minutes.
It felt hot as hell.
“They feel pretty cool.” the wolf agreed quietly, glancing around the crowded club as spoke. Nobody seemed to notice him in particular, which was pretty much what Kingsley was used to, but even in a club as kinky as this one it felt strange to be in bondage in public. Actually, it felt strange to be in bondage at all. When he’d come to the club, it had been to watch, not to participate. Even when the muscular, slightly drunken jaguar had slid up against him and nuzzled the back of his neck he’d never intended to let the man lock anything onto his body.
A strong hand wrapped around his chin, guiding his eyes away from the dancing and flirting men and back to the jaguar’s hazel eyes and golden fur.
“Wolf, stop being nervous. Any guy here’d love to play with you, but nobody’s gonna hurt you. This is bondage pup, you’re supposed to have fun!”
“I know… I just-” Kingsley protested, but the jaguar’s finger tapped against his muzzle, quieting him.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
“But-”
“Wolf. Close your eyes.”
Flushing and wondering what he’d gotten himself into, Kingsley obeyed the pushy feline, feeling nervous and stupid and wondering why his jeans felt so tight. He was vaguely expecting the jaguar to kiss him, or maybe tickle or slap him, but he wasn’t expecting the thick rubber gag that forced itself between his teeth and rammed into his muzzle, sliding almost back into his throat.
“HHhhnnn!” He groaned, but the jaguar’s hand clapped over his eyes before he could open them.
“None of that pup, just stay still and trust me. I’m just getting rid of some… distractions…”
He didn’t know why he obeyed. Maybe it was the sweaty, masculine stink of the club and the sense of nervous arousal he’d gotten just from walking in. Maybe it was the way the jaguar had been all over him since he’d approached the bar, talking over him and ordering drinks for him and pressuring him into the fist mitts. Or maybe those mitts were to blame. Maybe all it took to make him an obedient little bitch was a bit of padded leather and some cheap padlocks.
He vaguely wished that last thought didn’t make him even hornier than ever.
Kingsley was still wondering about that a few moments later, when smooth, thick leather that felt just like his fist mitts pressed against his nose, and pressed down his fur as the hood was drawn up and over his muzzle, tight enough to clamp his teeth around the gag, cool enough to make his fur stand up. The jaguar’s gentle hands guided the hood up over his forehead, slipped his ears into tight pockets, and then yanked hard on the laces at the back of the hood, making the leather constrict around his face and forcing out a muffled moan. He barely even heard it. In fact, he could barely even hear anything in the hood. The thick pads in the ear slots muffled and distorted the voices and music of the club into an indistinct buzzing hum. As he inhaled nervously, he realized that he couldn’t smell anything either… nothing but leather and his own sweat.
Complete darkness greeted his eyes as he opened them, and now Kingsley’s fur was really bristling, his tail sweeping beneath the stool and between his legs. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t smell, and the thick gag felt like it was choking him and keeping him from tasting anything but rubber. Through the silence he felt, or heard, a nervous whine and realized it was coming from him. Then a strong, reassuring hand landed on his shoulder, and clumsy fingers began to pluck at the buttons on his shirt. The wolf reached forward blindly, nervously, and his mitted paw brushed against a strong, broad-shouldered body. The jaguar? He realized he had no way to know.
Then there were other hands touching him, wrapping around his belt and pulling him onto his feet, unzipping the fly of his jeans and tugging his pants down, rubbing his back and shoulders and brushing across his hooded muzzle. His arms were grabbed and tugged behind him as his unseen captors pulled off his shirt, and he nearly tripped over his jeans as they were yanked down his legs. Someone’s hand was toying with his tail, and another, smaller set of hands was cupping his balls through his underwear, squeezing just enough to make him sweat and groan. Could they even hear him? Would they stop even if they could?
Blind, deaf and absolutely helpless, Kingsley was pulled away from the stool, pressing up against bodies that were hot and furry and leathery, against guys that were skinny and fat and muscular, all while silent hands groped and teased and rubbed his fur. They were all around him, and they could do whatever they wanted. He couldn’t stop them, and as his erection slipped free of his underwear and someone wrapped a warm hand around his cock, he blushed under the hood at his sudden realization.
He didn’t want them to stop.
As per the rules I set out for myself, you may get yourself off now. Enjoy it!
Also, this is amazing. Thank you so much.
Are you sure you can handle this many, and indeed, more when they inevitably come in?
Also i was brought here by that damn kinky otter who's art i love so much X3
Basically, i'm a fairly unusual white wolf, and i'm small, very small, a runt basically, clocking in at just about 4ft2 and with icey blue eyes, and where the rest of my litter have just one tail, i have three. Given my size and general lack of relation as an independent and submissive nature, i am just the perfect size to be easily kidnapped in a dark alleyway and forced into a life of latex and puppy play without any negative repercussions or hope of escape. i'll probably come to accept or enjoy it eventually, likely a few weeks at most, but whoever it is will likely not have much trouble in enforcing the rules.
here is my f-list in case you wanted to throw in anything else as a surprise XP
https://www.f-list.net/c/kaius%20lightpaw/
If you can I'd like a sequel to the second story: my foxy and your coylion are still in chastity, mine permanent and yours simply locked, and they have been given out by the tiger to Arrigo (the cute and dommy feline from "Workout Partners") to do everything he wants to us.
With no hope of any release of course.
You can make him do everything you want since you certainly know the character better than me, but I'd like my fox to be taken to the point of madness from frustration ;)
No worries if you can't do this, but I'd really appreciate it :)
And maybe I could include you in a future commission... *wink, wink*
Rough play is fine if the sub's excited ;)
One I've wanted to see done for a while is a chastity piece set in an otter tribe.
That dastardly Otter sent me over, blame him for your demise.
How about this...
Doms: Myself (https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5852795/), Markus (https://i.gyazo.com/769f4797337aac6.....88c1b0afb8.png)
Subs: Yourself, Mako (If he wants to be in it.)
Kinks: Footplay, Musk, Watersports, Latex, Double-Penetration, Spit-Roasting.
Basic plot: After meeting myself and Markus in a seedy gay bar, one which you wouldn't bother going to unless you were looking for a good time. Yourself (and Mako) tag along with us back to our apartment. Upon arrival we have a few drinks, get a take-away; nothing special. Afterwards we head up to our room, your maws a-gape in awe, that's when the fun begins...
(Feel free to change anything, you're the pro-writer, not me!)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15827974/ is a better ref than my icon atm XD
Also, I'm guessing you're submissive? You didn't really specify.
Been in chastity for a while (not caged, more of tease/edge) and for release has to please dom(s) how they want, he ends up with a ruined orgasm, making the denial worse. What the dom(s) want, I'm flexible with. Be it sex, piss, cbt, etc. just not breathplay and public humiliation
Sent by an otter
The best part was, he hadn’t even needed to use a particularly powerful vibrator. He could have probably stroked the wolf’s dick with a feather and gotten the same kind of fidgeting and the same adorably strained whimpers. Of course, the bull might have been pretty eager himself if he’d been chaste as long as the wolf had, but the beauty of being in charge was that he could cum whenever he wanted to, whereas the wolf had to earn his orgasms… and Brett had never been an especially generous man when it came to other guy’s pleasures.
“Keep those hands where I can see them. You don’t get to touch yourself until I’m finished.” The bull warned, snorting threateningly as he noticed the wolf reaching down toward his own erection. The wolf obeyed him of course, but Brett could see his body shuddering and his fur bristling, either from the denial or the humiliation of not being allowed to jerk off. Either way, the mutt knew his place, and if he looked like forgetting it a second time he knew exactly how Brett would remind him. The bull could see the wolf’s eyes glance toward the basement wall with its collection of whips and crops, and the wolf actually flinched as Brett’s strong hand reached down and stroked him between the ears.
“Don’t worry pup, I’m not going to beat you until after I cum. I’ll even let you choose your favorite whip.” The canine’s whimper was incredibly arousing, and so was the way the pup closed his eyes and went back to worshipping Brett’s dick. Letting out a soft moo, Brett flexed his hips and closed his eyes. He could have happily let the wolf’s soft, skilled muzzle suck his cock for hours. But the wolf’s breathing was getting ragged and his technique was starting to suffer, and Brett had a feeling his victim wasn’t going to be able to ignore the relentless tingling of the vibrator anywhere close to that long.
“Getting close mutt?” Brett asked after a particularly long pause, and his ears caught a hint of a whimper before the wolf started sucking him again. The bull could feel the wolf’s little shudders even through his mouth now, and it was a struggle to keep his own arousal from cresting at the wolf’s predicament. “You’ve been waiting so long now, I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this orgasm for weeks. About how your hand would feel around your dick, or maybe a nice, warm fleshlight instead. I bet you thought you’d be riding my cock, or maybe you thought I’d get you off myself. You’ve spent so long wanting to cum that I bet you never imagined you’d want to wait…”
The wolf’s breathing was coming fast and hard now, and he was barely even licking the bull’s cock. Opening his eyes, Brett watched the wolf’s hands shake and reached down to stroke the canine’s ears again, grinning as the canine shuddered and clenched his eyes shut and tried desperately to hold back the orgasm he’d been awaiting for months. But his body had other ideas, and Brett could see him tensing as he passed the point of no return.
“Did you think that getting to cum was a reward?” The bull asked mockingly as the wolf sagged and groaned, and thick drops of cum began to drip from his twitching cock, dribbling more than spurting. The wolf let out something like a sob, and looked up at Brett with an adorable mix of frustration, pain and hopelessness. Cupping a hand under the young man’s chin, the bull grinned down at him and shook his head cruelly. Pretty soon the vibrator was gonna get really uncomfortable, and if the wolf thought the first ruined orgasm had been bad… Brett couldn’t wait to see how he handled the second.
“Did you actually think I fucking cared about your pleasure? You’re mine boy, and from now on the only orgasms you enjoy are mine.”
That is extremely hot, and very well written! You more than deserve to cum!
Thank you, so much. I really appreciate your time and effort.
I got a story idea:
Submissive but independent mouse (ref here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12813026/) is extremely interested in chastity, but finds that every device he tries proves to be disappointingly insecure (easily defeated/removed without unlocking). He finally gets ahold of one that actually works as it's supposed to. What happens next is up to you
Five!? Oh my.
In no particular order:
Stoats
Raccoons
Rats
Skunks
Otters
The question sounded like an innocent one, but the mouse still glared at his co-worker as his ears flushed with embarrassment. The skunk’s smug, superior grin didn’t help. Trevor was always insufferable when he was right, and when the skunk had been right about something like this…
“It’s just, I noticed that those pants look a little bit tight.” Trevor added. They didn’t look as tight as they felt though, the mouse was sure about that. Every time he moved it felt like the shiny, tight metal cage around his sheath was squeezing his dick and yanking on his balls. The tightness and tugging were enough to make him horny too, which seemed especially cruel when the source of that stimulation was a chastity device that ensured that he couldn’t even enjoy it.
He hadn’t slept alright, he’d slept terribly. And the worst part was, it wasn’t even remotely the skunk’s fault. He’d been the one who’d bitched to Trevor about all the money he’d wasted on the chastity devices he’d tried so far, and how easy they had been to escape from. All the skunk had done was warn him that there were cages out there that the mouse’s cock couldn’t escape from, and when Twig had challenged the skunk to find him one… all that Trevor had done was answer the mouse’s request.
Getting the small metal cage on had been a struggle. The idea of being chaste excited him enough to get him aroused, and he’d needed to take a break several times to wait for his impatient erections to subside. On top of that, the device itself had a weird design, locking with a ring behind the balls and a second one underneath it, and staying shut with a built in lock rather than a separate padlock. Instead of a key, it had a tiny combination wheel. If nothing else had made him hesitate, the fact that Trevor hadn’t told him what the combination was should have done the job.
But it hadn’t. The horny mouse had eagerly fitted his dick and balls into the chastity device and snapped it shut, and for a few blissful hours he’d revelled in the sensation of tightness, security and frustration. Then, as he had with the last six devices that had disappointed him, he’d started trying to get the chastity device off without unlocking it. It had been depressingly easy with the other devices. Some of them had been loose or slippery enough to slide out of, others had locks that had been easy to pick. By the time he’d spent an hour trying to escape from this one though, he’d been just as caged and frustrated as ever.
He’d called Trevor, and the skunk hadn’t picked up the phone. Then he’d tried a couple of combinations without much luck. Finally, and surprisingly annoyed at having gotten what he’d wanted, he’d gone to bed… only to be awakened by a painfully restrained erection a few hours later. That had happened again when he’d finally fallen back asleep, and as the stars faded from the sky with the approach of dawn he’d sat in his bathroom with a tiny screwdriver and a bottle of lube, cursing and panting and utterly failing to get the maddening cage off his genitals.
“Fine,” he told Trevor, “You were right about the cage. Now can we skip to the part where you tell me the combination and I admit that I was wrong?”
“Nope,” the skunk replied, swishing his tail and grinning sadistically. “Sorry mousy, I don’t know the combo.”
“What?!” Twig snapped, loud enough that a couple of his other coworkers glanced over. They looked confused by the mouse’s blushing and the skunk’s laughter, but Twig was too outraged to care. He did manage to lower his voice, even if he couldn’t make it any less indignant. “How could you-”
“Chill out man,” Trevor interrupted. “I said I didn’t know it, but I know where you can get it.” Digging through his desk, the skunk handed him a handful of photos. The top pair was a rat dressed in leather and a chubby, harness-wearing raccoon. “All five of these guys know one of the numbers for the combination, all you need to do is get them to tell it to you.”
He barely even heard the skunk’s words. He was locked in chastity, real chastity, and no matter what he did he couldn’t get out of it. His underwear was soaked with pre and his balls ached from the denial after only a single day… and he was trapped… Worse, he had wanted to be trapped.
And the most frustrating part was that he still did.
Thanks Mr Yote. You get a thumbs up from me!
Little Yote was drunk and naughty at evening and was begging random guy
(For example me) to wear same white socks over the whole year.
As an exchange for that Yote would wear chastity until it's all done ...
Knowing a bit of hypnosis , Cat hypnotized Yote to sign up a slavery contract.
And he would wake up in quite stinky and dirty feetpaws all tied helpless and not remembering what he has done .. :3
Because I can think of a possible way of doing it by adding a third character in which your cat would be submissive too.
but if you can see me dominating, I would love to be the dom one
Here's my idea..
Character Kaiser: Age 35 - Role: Sub - Species: Mightyena(pokemon) - (Loves rubber, pet play. scent play, bondage, breathplay. cock milking, and anal. He also likes Denial but will never admit it)
Plot: Your call. :D
I'd like a story too! I really like stories about chastity and exhibitionism but I don't know how I'm going to feel about telling you whether you get to cum so could you write it about your own character? This way, I don't have to make a decision, you just won't cum!
In front of him, a pair of horses stood with their thick erections less than an inch away from his muzzle, their hands working each other’s cocks enthusiastically, and musky pre dripping onto the coylion’s nose and smothering his senses with its masculine odour. The guy behind him was probably aroused too, but he hadn’t smeared any lube over the coylion’s aching, beaten ass, so most likely all he’d paid for was the right to whip him. As the riding crop slashed against his welted rear again, he closed his eyes and wondered whether or not getting fucked wouldn’t have been more merciful.
“Ooh I think he felt that one folks!” Darrel shouted, his deep voice carrying over the laughter, cheers and murmuring of the small but growing crowd. “But I bet we can make him howl yet!”
Shuddering as another blow slapped against his ass, Ciro glanced past the twitching erections of the pair of horses toward where the badger was doing his best to work up the crowd. In his leather harness and torn jeans, Darrel would have caught a lot of questioning glances walking down most streets, but this was Argyle Street, and the crowds of men that filled the alleys and sidewalks looked like they’d been lifted straight from a porno film. Even before sunset the street fair had been a rowdy one, and now that the streetlights had come on…
From his place on the platform, the coylion could see no less than half a dozen guys having sex right there in the street, and another platform where a suspended ferret was being fisted by a bull. For the moment, the ferret’s audience seemed to be bigger, but the badger’s shouting seemed to be getting results… or maybe it was the way the horses whinnied and groaned as they got each other close.
“Only ten dollars to spank the slave for a whole minute, twenty if you want to use the whip!” The badger shouted, as the last guy who’d paid twenty whacked the coylion’s rear again. “For forty you can fuck him ‘till you cum! All cocks, all sizes, and all the proceeds are going to charity!” A loud buzzer sounded from the timer set up above the pillory, and Ciro started to sag with relief as the whipping ended. He had only managed to relax for a second before one of the stallions grunted, and an explosion of thick, warm cum splattered over his face and muzzle. The audience’s cheering drowned out the rest of the horse’s moans, and the coylion’s whimper as the sticky fluid trickled down his fur and the scent of cum filled his nose.
“I think he’s in love!” Darrel teased. “And I know he’d love another load! Fifteen bucks to give him a facial… Or add another five and make him drink it all… Yeah! Another Five? Give it to him mate!” the badger shouted, and with his eyes closed as cum dripped over them, Ciro didn’t have any warning before the second horse grabbed his muzzle and wrenched it open. Within seconds the fingers were followed by a dick thicker than Ciro’s wrist, and the coylion’s mouth was being filled hot, ropey cum that shot against the back of his throat. Shuddering and gagging, he tried helplessly to swallow, his tongue trapped under the horse’s cock and the man’s rough fingers holding his mouth open as he choked and squirmed in the pillory.
It seemed like hours before the horse let go, and what felt like a litre of cum poured down the coylion’s throat and out the side of his muzzle as he gasped and swallowed and tried to open his teary, sticky eyelids. The fur on his face was smeared and matted, and humiliation made his face burn even more than his ass, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst part was the unyielding, unbearable steel chastity device locked around his sheath, and the knowledge of what Darrel was going to do with the key.
“Look how horny he looks already! But guess what guys, this cock-hungry ‘yote is so selfless that he’s even giving up his right to cum to convince you to donate! Every hundred dollars you give keeps him locked for a month, and I’ll tell you what I didn’t tell him folks… If you donate more than a thousand dollars, I’m doubling his sentence!” This time, the cheers and applause completely drowned out Ciro’s helpless whimper, but the badger heard it, and grinned evilly down at him as the horses handed over their money.
“Who wants to go next?!”
My idea is my fursona, Sagex (a large, thickly-built otter with a pink mohawk), fucking and abusing a sub in bondage (let's go with a husky, with a broad build). After the session, Sagex goes home to his Master, a large and mighty grizzly clad in leather, where he is fucked and abused so much more roughly. Leather bondage and scathing verbal are big pluses, although I'd ask you not use "sissy", "pussy", and "cunt", since they just remove me from the mood.
Oh, but no tickling
Kidnapped, bound, tickled and/or used someway
Story has Shakal ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/13212560/ ) bringing a twinky mouseboi he's seduced at the Meat Locker (a very permissive strip club) into one of the club's back rooms. He gets the boi in full suspension from the cieling, and slips a collar on him.
Turns out the collar has technology in it that prevents the wearer from cumming. Shakal gives the mouse a solid fucking, driving him right to the edge or climax but unable to get past. The mouse did harbor a secret love or being denied, but when Shakal opens the door and reveals a line of guys waiting to take their turn, and says he'll let the mouse go if he manages to cum despite the collar, he starts doubting if he wants THAT MUCH denial or not.
Leather collar or rubber or metal?
Leather collar that has a built in tab-lock (like a seatbelt), no need for en external padlock.