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h4.The Power Of Imagination!
Completed YCH for Sentharn
With enough training- and enough horny, facilitated by that little chastity cage he's been wearing for who knows how long I'm sure- all it takes is a little visual aid for the boy to cum the proper, good boy way. :3
[section=Story (1,474 words)]
With a firm tug, Savannah pulled the laces tight on Dalian’s corset. He grunted and straightened slightly at the sudden sensation of constriction around his waist.
“Hold still,” the wolfess chided from behind him. A moment later, the garment was drawn even tighter. She fumbled with the knot and then, finally, made a satisfied noise and released him. “There we go. Not too tight?”
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s good.”
“Great, almost done! Here’s the gloves.”
The fingerless gloves were black, matching his stockings, and oh so soft. Savannah helped him slip into them, one after the other. Their subtle pressure against his fur was reassuring. He clenched and flexed his fingers, taking care not to put a hole in the fabric with his claws.
Savannah stepped into his field of view, looking him up and down in appraisal. She barely wore anything at all; just a pair of thigh-high stockings, dark grey against her brown fur. He couldn’t quite make eye contact; instead he peered down at his paws, wiggling his toes. He had spent a good half-hour trimming the claws neatly, rounding them and painting them to look pretty. He was getting pretty good at it. No polish had dripped onto the bathroom floor this time. The eyeliner had still taken awhile.
“Look at you,” Savannah said playfully. A second later she was in his personal space, hooking one finger under his collar and tugging him towards the closet mirror. She swept him around, guiding him with firm paws on his shoulders until he was facing his own reflection.
“Check out this pretty girl I brought home with me,” Savannah said from behind him. “She’s real cute.” In the mirror, he saw Savannah grin, her green eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Aww, c’mon,” he mumbled. But he did look pretty. And cute, even. He struck a pose in profile, one paw on his hip, legs crossed at the ankle. The stockings and corset did amazing things to his already rather shapely figure, and his long curly hair was the perfect complement to the more feminine attire. The only particularly masculine thing about him was the golden chastity cage locked tight around his cock and balls, and honestly—he wasn’t sure which direction it tilted the scale.
Despite the negligible coverage of his outfit, Dalian felt like he was overheating.
“No, I mean it,” Savannah said. Her grin widened, showing more teeth. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” he protested, crossing his arms. His tail wouldn’t stop wagging. “I’m feeling very confident right now, thanks.”
“Oh really?” Savannah purred.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Getting dolled up like this, just for me? Dalian. What a good boy.”
He tried to ignore the tingling down his spine, the sudden feeling of pressure as his cock swelled within the constrictive nub of the chastity cage. His poor balls ached with weeks of unsatisfied need.
“That’s cheating,” he complained.
“But you like it. More importantly, you need it.”
“...you got me there,” he admitted.
“Good boy,” she said again. This time, she followed up with a pat to the head. Sputtering, he batted her hands away, and she laughed.
“I probably should’ve asked what the plan was before you tied me to the bed.”
“Probably,” Savannah agreed brightly. She stretched out languidly next to him, her head propped easily on her arm. Curly red hair cascaded to the bedsheets, framing a perfectly innocent face. Her free hand roamed, rubbing gentle circles in the soft fur on his belly. The touch was sending all sorts of mixed signals to his brain. His cock twitched in its prison. “You’re very trusting, you know. I could be scheming all sorts of terrible things to do to the cute wolf boy tied up helplessly on my bed.”
“I mean, that’s what I was hoping for,” He squirmed, pulling experimentally at the ropes fastening his wrists together above his head. She had tied them to the bed frame, not too tight, just enough to keep him his arms up out of the way. The bindings were simple yet effective. He craned his neck to look down his body, gazing at the golden metal cage locked around his cock and balls. “Since I can’t really...take care of this myself.”
“Two weeks in cock lockup, and you’re reduced to begging me for help.” Savannah shook her head. Her hair bounced. “Didn’t your wolf friend go like three months or something last year?”
“He’s used to it!” Dalian moaned. “I’m not built for this. I need my orgasms or I get grumpy.”
“Well,” Savannah mused. “That might be a problem. Joey was pretty strict on what I’m allowed to do with you. What’d you do to piss her off?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he said testily.
“She said nothing up the tailhole and no touching your cage. So we’re gonna have to get creative. I’m thinking—”
“Dangerous hobby, that.”
“—I’m thinking that I’m just going to leave you tied up like this for being a brat.”
Dalian laughed at that one. Pot, kettle. “Takes one to know one.”
She booped the end of his nose. “You’re talking back to the person who sacrificed her whole afternoon to try and get you off? Bold strategy, I guess. No wonder Joey put your dick in Penis Alcatraz.”
“Sorry,” he said. She had stopped rubbing his belly. He arched his back a little, hoping for her touch again. When it didn’t come, he sighed and relaxed and said, “So what’s the plan?”
“Well...” She sat up, crossing her legs and batting him in the face with her tail in the process. He was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident. “We can’t do a lot of physical touching beyond foreplay stuff, but I read about a guy who can literally just imagine himself to an orgasm, so we’re gonna find out if you can do that.”
Dalian screwed up his face, furrowing his brows.
“Nope, just tried, didn’t work. —Oww!”
Savannah pinched his nipple again for good measure. “I’m serious. We’ll add it all together. Your favorite lingerie, lots of cuddles and touching all over. I’ll call you a good boy for hours. I’ll put my paws all over your face. And we’ll use this.” She reached over to her nightstand and felt around in the drawer, before setting an absolutely gigantic dildo on his chest. The monster was easily over a foot long and several inches across at the least. Dalian looked at it with horror and fascination.
“I thought Joey said ‘nothing up the tailhole’?” he squeaked.
“What, you’re more afraid of disobeying her than this thing being shoved up your ass? To be fair—absolutely the right choice. But that’s not where it’s going. Open wide!”
He almost opened his mouth to protest. Instead, he shook his head, looking nervous. Savannah giggled. “Just kidding, it’s not going there either.” She set the toy upright on his groin, just above the chastity cage and his cock straining within, and mimed giving his new faux cock a handjob.
Calming down a little, Dalian raised an eyebrow.
“...I’m not sure if it’ll work, but I’m desperate enough to try.”
Savannah set the dildo aside and laid down close to Dalian, a fond smile on her face. “You’ll owe me, of course. I had other things planned for today.”
“You usually nap all day on weekends,” he said suspiciously.
“Big plans,” she continued. “Lots of them. All sorts of plans. The whole afternoon. Cancelled, just for you.”
He gave her the side-eye. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Oh, I dunno,” she said coyly. “I’ll come up with something that we’ll both like. Nothing past your limits.” She pouted, putting on a simpering face. It was a ridiculous look. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Depends. With my life? Sure. With my unlocked phone? Probably not.”
“Is that a yes? Otherwise I’m going to take a nap right here and leave you tied up.”
He sighed. “All right, fine,” he huffed.
“Good boy,” she said, cupping his cheek with a gentle paw. He leaned into the touch, a thrill tingling down his spine. She knew his weaknesses, and he was quite all right with that. “I hope you’re not in a hurry, because we’ve got alllll day, and I’m not letting you go until you cream your cage like a good little cuddleslut.”
He snickered. “You say that to all the pretty boys you bring in here, or am I special?”
“You’re the only one dumb enough not to run when I pull out the ropes. No survival instinct at all. Now...”
As she talked, she trailed a finger down along his belly, lazily tracing a pattern in the fur just above his cock. She was very careful not to touch the metal cage. “Let’s put that wild imagination of yours to work.”[/section]
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