The well-oiled machine that was Alastor Kragar’s mind wandered. It delved into an obscene realm of perversion where it invented a thousand different ways to satisfy the crocodile’s lustful cravings. In that endless sea of creativity there floated designs for contraptions that would bring untold amounts of pleasure to a willing submissive – and by extension, Kragar himself – should they ever be built and put to use.
Bondage devices, tickling devices. Arousing devices.
While the boorishly dressed hippo sitting across from him at the opposite end of the mahogany table droned on about stock prices and shifting markets, he put up an attentive outward appearance, complete with the occasional polite nod and just the right amount of eye contact. There were six others in the conference room, all wearing the same mask of attentiveness.
It was not for lack of caring that Kragar’s mind wandered – it was his company, after all – rather, he did not see the use of a second investor meeting so early in the quarter. Someone on his board of executives was being a bit overzealous. He would’ve guessed Donnie but he knew for a fact that the tiger was quite occupied at the moment. The faintest shadow of a grin passed over his scaly lips.
His phone buzzed within his pocket. Two short vibrations followed by a longer one, the special pattern he’d set for Evan’s text messages. He pulled out his AlkraTech-branded smartphone and took a peek at the notification.
Hi! x3 How is your day going, master?
He typed his reply without looking.
Slow. Stuck in a useless meeting.
Aww :c Is tonight still on?
Kragar always liked how eager Evan was before one of their session nights.
Of course!, he texted back.
Yay! That’s good cuz I’m kinda needy >u< really wanna be tied up.
Damn it, the wolf was being such a tease.
Careful what you wish for. These claws miss your paws. ;)
yespleaseiwannagettickledsobad! looking frward to tonighht, Alastor.
He frowned.
Alastor?
There was a brief pause before Evan’s reply came.
MASTER! Sorry >_> I meant to say master
It was getting harder and harder for him to contain his excitement.
You know I’ll have to punish you for that, wolfy. Get ready.
A blushing emoji was all that Evan sent back and Kragar sent no reply. He liked to keep his submissive guessing the severity of his upcoming punishment. Keeping Evan on his toes before tickling his toes, so to say. He shuffled, adjusting the uncomfortable erection that pressed against the inside of his black formal pants.
When the hippo finally shut up, a flamingo started speaking, and Kragar’s mind wandered again.
Kragar stood a full foot and a half taller than Evan. A dark leather harness hugged the teal scales of his otherwise bare chest and black speedos struggled to contain his bulging genitals. His well-built frame sharply contrasted the grey wolf’s comparatively slender body, clad only in red speedos.
They were in a small room underneath the crocodile’s mansion, standing before an ornate red oak door with gold accents and an electronic lock. Articles of clothing littered the floor. A dress shirt here, a pair of socks there…
“I’m not going easy on you tonight, wolfy.” He caressed Evan’s chin. “Not after you forgot your manners earlier.”
The wolf whined. “I’m sorry, master. I promise it won’t happen again!”
“I know.”
Kragar snapped his fingers, beckoning his butler to enter the room. A shirtless and barefoot Machoke in formal pants and a black bowtie marched towards his master holding up a silver platter with a collar neatly placed on top of it.
“Master Evan’s collar,” he said as he presented the platter to Kragar who took it and fit it snuggly around the wolf’s neck. The words ‘Master’s Ticklish Wolfy’ were sewn in white thread over the bright red band. No submissive was complete without a collar, that was Kragar’s personal policy.
“Shall I prepare refreshments for later, Master Kragar?”
“Just have plenty of water ready. He’ll need it.” He shot a sly smirk at Evan who’s tail would not stop wagging.
The butler took a low bow and left.
Kragar rested his hand on the door handle but hesitated to turn it.
“Say it.”
Evan toyed with the collar around his fluffy neck. He was blushing. “I– I’m your ticklish wolfy, master.” The phrase sent shivers down the crocodile’s spine all the way to the tip of his tail. He grinned.
“Good boy.” He turned the handle and opened the door.
The gentle odour of linseed oil with a light underlying of tortured sweat wafted out from the room. It was spacious, a lot roomier than your average basement dungeon and a lot better furnished too. Dozens upon dozens of bondage devices – from classics like wooden stocks and x-frames to more uncommon pieces that wouldn’t look out of place on the set of a sci-fi movie – were rigged all around the dungeon. The walls were covered end-to-end in shelves holding every variation of every instrument of pleasure known to man and some known only to Kragar and his lucky subs. Despite the somewhat industrial aspect of the dungeon, a blend of warm white and cool purple lighting gave it a cosy quality that so many dingy basement dungeons lacked. Comfort.
They were not alone in the dungeon; A naked white tiger, blindfolded and ball-gagged, occupied one of the x-frames. A vibrating milker pumped his member at a steady rhythm while feathery rollers protruded from the end of the x-frame and spun against the soles of his ticklish paws. A clear tube connected the milker to a glass container on the floor, half-full with the tiger’s seed. Whimpering moans and giggles spilled from around the ball-gag.
As they passed by the tortured feline, Kragar placed a hand on his leg. “Having a good time, Donnie?” The tiger whimpered, but nodded. “Good, because you’re only done when the container is full.” He reached for the milker’s control unit and upped the speed. The sudden bump in intensity caused Donnie to surrender yet another load to the machine, which it stored in the container. Kragar did not lower the milker’s speed after the tiger’s orgasm.
“Come on, wolfy. Donnie’s got work to do.”
They walked away, leaving the tiger to writhe in the throes of post-orgasm sensitivity.
“He volunteered to test a new milker design I came up with,” he explained. “Maybe next time you can have a go.”
“I’d love to!” Evan exclaimed eagerly.
“But not today.” He grabbed the wolf by his arm and guided him towards another area of the dungeon. “Today I’m going to teach a naughty boy how to properly address his master.”
Evan let out a sad whimper betrayed only by his wagging tail.
They came to a corner of the dungeon where four cuffs dangled at knee-height from ropes attached to the ceiling over a mattress on the floor.
“Kneel, then give me your arms.”
Evan obeyed and knelt down on the mattress before stretching out his arms towards his master. Kragar locked two of the cuffs around the wolf’s wrists. They were thick and plush with padding. Before the remaining two cuffs could be secured, there was one last thing to take care of. Kragar slipped his fingers inside Evan’s speedos and slid them down. He smirked. The wolf was already at half-mast and leaking, just as he’d expected. He took hold of the remaining two cuffs and locked them around Evan’s ankles.
“Alright, let’s hoist you up. Nice and slow, and tell me if anything hurts or feels numb.” Kragar pulled a lever on the wall and a mechanical whirr was heard. Slowly, the ropes retracted back into the ceiling, lifting Evan off the mattress until he floated in suspension at shoulder-height, belly-down and spread-eagle. “Comfortable?”
The wolf gave his bondage a test struggle. The force of gravity alone was enough to fight back any serious movements he tried to make. He nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Back doesn’t hurt. Can feel my fingers and toes.”
“Perfect. Wouldn’t want your toes to be any less sensitive.” He punctuated his words with a quick scribble of his claws over Evan’s digits.
“Hehe-hey!” The wolf giggled.
“Now, during playtime, we’ve agreed that you should call me…” he waited for Evan to finish his sentence.
“…Master.”
“Master. Very good.” Kragar’s demeanour changed, darkened. The outward concern for Evan’s well-being was gone, buried underneath a stern disciplinarian who spoke in an intimidating tone. ”But earlier, you called me something else. You called me…”
“…A-Alastor.” Evan’s voice trembled.
“That’s right. You broke a rule, wolfy. And what happens to rulebreakers in my dungeon?”
“T-They get punished.”
“They get punished.”
In a split second, Kragar’s hands darted towards Evan’s armpits, digging his crocodile claws into the exposed skin of the hollows and applying just the right amount of pressure to make the wolf scream. And scream he did.
“GYAAAHAHAHA!!”
Evan shook in mid-air in an energetic but fruitless attempt to break free. In the past, Kragar had used this same rig to contain subs a lot larger and stronger than Evan. The wolf’s chances of breaking free on his own were virtually nil.
Oh, how he longed for this after a tough day at the office. The feeling of soft, ticklish flesh under his claws, the sight of a ticklish boy struggling, the sound of howling laughter.
This is what Kragar lived for.
“Do my claws tickle, wolfy?”
“Yehehehes!”
He pinched the warm, tender skin of the wolf’s armpits, taking care not to hurt him while doing so. It felt supple, vulnerable. Their many sessions together had given him intimate knowledge about Evan’s body and its limits. He could play him like an instrument.
He withdrew his claws, leaving Evan struggling to catch his breath. The wolf’s rock-hard cock dangled. Kragar grabbed it and massaged the red tip with his thumb, forcing a whimpering moan from his submissive.
“Such an undisciplined wolf. Breaking the rules to get off on the punishment. Bad boy!” Evan’s cock twitched in Kragar’s hand as he chastised his sub.
“I’m sorry, master,” Evan whimpered, mustering up the best version of puppy-dog eyes he could. His master was unconvinced.
“Damn right you are.” Kragar let go of Evan’s member – much to the wolf’s dismay – and paced around him until he was face-to-soles with an exemplary set of canine foot paws.
He admired them for a second. Smooth black pads adorned the four curled toes on each paw as well as the upper section of the sole, and slight tufts of hair protruded from between the toes of the otherwise neatly trimmed fur. They had a shyness about them, pointing inwards as much as the bondage allowed, as if to try and hide from sight and touch.
Slowly, his hands creeped towards those defenceless soles poised to attack. Evan tensed up more and more with each agonising moment of anticipation. Hands balled into fists, toes curled harder, a preemptive snicker or two. An inch away… Half an inch… A quarter…
Evan howled.
“BWAAAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE NOHOT MY PAHAWS!”
Ah yes, begging. An open invitation to further chastising and denial.
“Yes your paws, wolf boy. How else will you learn?”
Crocodilian claws ran up and down Evan’s soles, parting the thin fur to stimulate the impossibly soft skin underneath. The toes spasmed and curled in quick succession. Whatever efforts the wolf made to try and pull his legs away from Kragar’s claws were swiftly shut down by the suspension bondage, ensuring his legs remained outstretched by sheer force of gravity.
Evan’s panicked laughter was music to Kragar’s ears and the effect was plain to see if one were to look at his tenting speedos. He pulled them off and kicked them away, freeing his own cock from its tight prison.
There was no reason for modesty when he was in charge.
He jumped back in front of Evan and clawed at his pits again, hard enough to make him laugh but lightly enough to allow him to form full sentences. He gazed into his eyes, and the wolf was forced to do the same.
“Beg for me,” Kragar commanded.
“Hehe… P-Please, master…”
“Please what?” He dug his claws into both pits at once.
“AH! Haha!! Plehease let me cum!”
He stopped tickling and raised an eyebrow. The wolf looked back at him with fear in his eyes. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Come again?”
“I’m sorry, master! It’s just…” Evan hesitated, seemingly pondering his next words. ”I wanna cum so, so bad!”
“And you think you can just ask for it?” Kragar replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The wolf whimpered and looked away, his neglected cock dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto the mattress on the floor. “You cum when I allow you to. Understand?” He took out a ball-gag and a blindfold from a nearby shelf and held them in Evan’s view. “Say it.” The wolf remained silent, fearfully eyeing the blindfold and ball-gag before a quick scratch on his armpit forced him to refocus on his master. “Say. It.”
“I cum when you allow me to cum!”
“Good boy.” With that, Kragar shoved the red ball-gag into Evan’s maw and secured it with a strap that wrapped around the wolf’s head. Then he applied the blindfold over those puppy-dog eyes.
Speech and sight taken from him, Evan let out a long, trailing whimper. Kragar thought he looked adorable like that, dangling in delicious helplessness. Unable to stop anything he wanted to do to his naked body and unable to stop himself from loving it.
In that moment, Evan was his’, mind and body.
Kragar wanted to tickle the wolf’s armpits again, and also wanted to play with his cute paws some more – He had a thousand different feathers and brushes to choose from. But first… There was someplace else he wanted to tease.
Evan gasped and then dissolved into a flurry of moaning giggles as his master’s claws fluttered underneath his hanging balls, dangling from side to side as he wiggled in his bonds.
He smirked. Kragar met and tickled many men throughout his years, all of them different. Yet there was one thing they all had in common: ticklish genitals. Nothing guaranteed a stream of adorable giggles from even the toughest of guys like a light touch under his balls. Evan was no exception.
Subconsciously, he pondered a way to automate genital tickling and integrate it into his existing bondage machines. But that was for later, and his preferred guinea pig – well, tiger – was occupied. He’d tuned out Donnie’s grunts and giggles but they still decorated the dungeon’s soundscape beautifully.
Evan’s cock throbbed in and out of rhythm with his heartbeat. It was clear that he was about to cum and Kragar didn’t think he deserved it just yet so he let go. A sad whine.
“Ah. Ah. No cumming, boy. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.” He spread out his fingers and spider-tickled Evan’s belly, forcing spasms and gagged laughter from him. “Bad wolf!”
As much as Kragar liked using his natural weapons, it was time for some tools. Hair brushes, to be precise. Two of them. Unsuspecting aside from his name embossed on the handles. He did enjoy customising his tools whenever possible.
He set them on Evan’s soles right away and started brushing. Foreplay was over, now was time for the real thing. He used quick, linear motions to cover the wolf’s feet from heels to toes, dragging the rough plastic-tipped bristles across the tender skin as if to clean non-existent dirt off of them. His reward was tortured laughter and fierce struggling. Evan made some attempts at blurting out a ‘please’ or ‘no’ but the gag rendered him incapable of producing any sound other than sweet, guttural laughter.
Kragar could tell Evan’s ticklishness was through the roof. Likely due to how pent-up he was paired with a lack of sight and vulnerable position.
He grabbed the toes of one of Evan’s feet and pulled them back, exposing the buttery-soft skin underneath. The wolf gasped.
“Ready to get your toes brushed?”
Evan shook his head but wagged his tail. That was all the confirmation Kragar needed. He placed the brush right under the beans and felt them tense up in his grip. Slowly, he started brushing from side to side, savouring the steady increase of his submimssive’s laughter from scant, cute snickering to giggling to full-blown laughter. The toes in his grip desperately wanted to curl but he would not compromise, keeping them still and held back. Evan’s un-tickled paw shook around in reflexive panic, as did both of his hands in their cuffs.
“That’s a good wolf. Squirm for your master!” He switched paws, holding back the toes of the other foot before giving them the same brush treatment. “A ticklish boy like you shouldn’t act so naughty when all it takes to make you behave is a couple brushes.”
“MFAHFAHFAHFAHFA!”
Letting go of his toes, he moved the brushes upwards along Evan’s body. He brushed the back of his knees, then his inner thighs before combing through the fur on his sides and closing in on the belly. From there, he moved steadily towards the wolf’s vulnerable armpits, about to get another healthy dose of tickling.
Evan’s pits had a lot less surface area than his soles, which meant the movement of the brushes needed to be a lot more concentrated. The upside being that Kragar could look at the wolf’s face, gagged and blindfolded as it was. Tears were beginning to roll down from under the blindfold and drool accumulated over the ball-gag. The tell-tale signs of an effective tickle session.
Playfully, he brushed the sides of Evan’s neck and watched in glee as the wolf tried to scrunch down and protect himself. In response, he merely resumed tickling his pits. These were the boy’s most sensitive spots, barely edging out his excruciatingly ticklish feet. Experience told him a healthy mix of paw and pit tickling was the most effective way to torment Evan – and to make him extremely horny.
He peeked at the dangling wolf dick. It was almost time.
He placed the hair brushes back on the shelf and removed the ball-gag. Evan stayed silent, not daring to speak unless spoken to at risk of angering his master and earning further punishment. Kragar placed a hand on his head, petting him.
“Will you be good and call me ‘master’ from now on, boy?”
“Y-yes, master,” Evan replied, audibly exhausted.
“And what happens if you don’t?”
The wolf gulped. “I get tied up… and tickled.”
Goosebumps. Kragar truly enjoyed making Evan say these things. It solidified his place as the boy’s tickle master. “That’s my good boy.” He ran a finger through the sewn-on letters of Evan’s collar, whispering them to himself. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
The wolf’s ears perked up and his lips formed a happy, genuine smile. “Thank you, master!”
Unceremoniously, Kragar gripped the Wolf’s erection and his own at the same time and started masturbating them both. Neither man lasted longer than ten seconds before climaxing and both wolf and croc seed flew through the air.
Evan spasmed wildly during his orgasm, moaning as he did so. The bondage was there to hold him so he might as well let loose. When it was over, they were both tired, one more so than the other. Kragar allowed himself to smile warmly at how adorable the wolf looked.
With a snap of the crocodile’s fingers, his butler entered the dungeon carrying a jar of water and two glasses on a silver platter which he placed on a nearby table.
Kragar took off Evan’s blindfold and helped him drink.
“How do you feel?” he asked in a warmer tone. It took Evan a few seconds to and a couple more sips of water to answer.
“Tingly all over!” He mustered a meek smile. “But pretty great.”
“How about an oil massage to help soothe the tingling?” said Kragar. The wolf’s eyes widened, fully aware of the fact that an oil massage would inevitably come with more tickles. The crocodile noticed this. “Don’t want it?”
Evan hesitated, thinking carefully about his choice of words. He hung his head low.
“T-thank you,” he murmured.
Kragar raised an eyebrow. Did he detect insolence?
“Thank you… what?”
The wolf hesitated again. His gaze fixed firmly on the mattress below him. He took a deep breath and looked his master in the eyes with a markedly bratty smirk.
“Thank you, Alastor!”
Swiftly, the ball-gag and blindfold were back on. By speaking that name, Evan had figuratively signed his death sentence. All hope of mercy from his master went out the window.
Just like the naughty wolf wanted.
“I was about to give you a nice massage, some light tickles and another orgasm or two. But you had to go and act up again.” He sighed in disappointment, though in reality he was just as excited as Evan. “You’ve just upgraded your punishment. Congratulations, you’re going to regret it.”
He turned to fetch a bottle of massage oil from the shelf and was surprised to see his butler present him with one.
“I thought you might need it, Master Kragar,” the Machoke said with a polite smile.
Kragar took the bottle and shooed the butler away with playful poke on his bare belly. He’d have to treat him to something nice later.
After popping open the cap of the large bottle, he poured oil over Evan’s back, from his shoulders to his butt, then poured more oil over each of his legs. The massage that followed was exceedingly ticklish for Evan, and Kragar’s occasional pokes certainly didn’t help. The wolf could not stop himself from snickering as the croc’s hands kneaded the oil into his naked body.
When the massage was over, his body glistened in the dungeon’s purple-yellow lights. At least it soothed the tingles from the previous tickle session… For a brief moment.
Electric toothbrushes were Kragar’s weapon of choice for this next round of torment. He had a nice set of four in a custom-made walnut box with a velvety interior. He took out a single one and turned it on. The instantly recognizable sound ensured Evan knew exactly what was coming, just not when and where.
In the end, he decided to use it on the wolf’s oiled feet, marking the beginning of the new torment by placing the vibrating bristles of the toothbrush right in the middle of the main pad, holding the paw with his free hand to ensure it couldn’t wiggle its way out of a good tickling.
The submissive’s wild thrashing and gagged laughter returned, much to Kragar’s enjoyment. The metallic hooks that connected the cuffs to the ropes that suspended them clinked and clacked, an audible proof of how effective a single electric toothbrush on Evan’s foot really was.
And then another one assaulted his other foot.
“MMMMHHFFHFHFHFHF!!”
A muffled scream, followed by redoubled laughter. Kragar wedged the brush tips between the wolf’s toes and held them there. The oil reduced the friction between bristles and skin to practically zero and it showed.
“Did you know these are custom made?” explained Kragar. “I had my R&D guys come up with a design to stimulate all kinds of skin for medical applications. Didn’t pan out but I got to keep some prototypes. Cool, huh?”
“MHFMHFMHFMHF”
“Yeah, I think so too.”
He grabbed the last two brushes and held two in each hand between his fingers, like an extra set of claws which he immediately raked across the soles much like he’d done with the hairbrushes earlier.
“Bad boy! Bad wolf!” he chastised. “Forgetting your manners is one thing. Disrespecting me is another. I’ll punish you for as long as it takes until you learn to behave.”
A quick peek over to Evan’s cock revealed it was ready to blow again and Kragar knew exactly how to push him over the edge. Given his impressive size, he had no trouble reaching the wolf’s feet and genitals at the same time. Two toothbrushes remained wedged between the toes of one of his paws while two others tickled the tip of his cock.
Evan let out stifled moans between peals of laughter, shaking from side to side in an attempt to evade the brushes tickling his bone, but Kragar was laser-focused on tickling an orgasm out of him whether he liked it or not.
It didn’t take long before another burst of cum was tickled out of the howling wolf. Only this time, there were no breaks and the brushes kept tickling his paws and cock throughout the entire orgasm.
It was obvious when the initial bliss dissipated and post-orgasm sensitivity set in, punctuated by a pained howl and an increase in struggling.
“No more breaks for you, boy.”
He refocused his attention on Evan’s paws again, using the toothbrushes to attack the paw-pads fiercely. Evan’s laughter was becoming coarse and ragged.
Then he had an idea. He pulled a roll of body-safe duct tape from a drawer nearby and tapped the toothbrushes to Evan’s feet with their bristles resting against his paw-pads. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. Automated tickling had a certain appeal to him. Watching his sub wriggle around from sensations inflicted by a machine while he was free to enjoy the show and pleasure himself was definitely part of that appeal.
He allowed himself a brief minute of toying with his own cock before going back to work. While the electric toothbrushes took care of his feet, Kragar took a hairbrush and began scrubbing Evan’s sides while he masturbated his nearly spent cock with his free hand. The brush slid easily on account of the massage oil permeating the wolf’s fur and sensitising his skin, leaving a visible trail wherever it passed.
As soon as Kragar’s large, scaly hand touched Evan’s cock, the wolf tried to recoil, signalling just how sensitive his member was after the session’s second orgasm. Perfect. Nonchalantly, Kragar grabbed it and started pumping fast, knowing that the wolf was still in his refractory period and would not cum for a few minutes yet.
This resulted in an adorable mixture of pained cries and nasal chortles from the boy. Of course this is what he wanted, but that’s besides the point. As far as Kragar was concerned, all he was doing was disciplining a bratty tickle slave.
He wedged the brush between Evan’s thighs and scrubbed, watching his legs quiver and shake cutely.
“Such a ticklish wolf,” he remarked. “Is there anywhere you’re not ticklish on?”
There was no response, obviously, except for more ragged guffaws.
Kragar stopped jerking the wolf’s cock and slid a vibrating ring around it.
“Here, this’ll keep that bone of yours company, wolf boy. Now let’s see if you can handle your paws and pits being tickled at the same time.” With that, he picked up a second hairbrush and started scrubbing Evan’s pits with a vengeance.
Evan’s laughter went from ragged to erratic. If the wolf’s composure hadn’t hit rock bottom before, it certainly did then. His face was red from snout to ears, tears streamed down his cheeks and drool dripped from around the gag. The torture was truly starting to become too much for him to handle.
Unfortunately for him, Kragar had no intention of stopping.
“Too much, boy? Should’ve thought about that before neglecting your manners.”
He wasn’t sure if Evan could hear his reprimands over his own laughter but it was fun to tease him anyway.
The wolf fell silent for a brief moment and Kragar knew why. Another orgasm. A bit unexpected, but he did suppose that the intense tickling paired with the vibrating cockring was enough to make the wolf cum, even if by itself the ring was not very strong. All the better, though. It just meant that he could focus on tickling the daylights out of the unruly boy.
Deciding he wanted to feel his sub with his own hands again, he ditched the hair brushes for his claws which he used to dart around various spots in his upper body at random. This style of tickling relied on unpredictability rather than sustained punishment but it was equally effective on the wolf.
He pinched his sides, poked his ribs, tweaked his nipples and scratched his pits. Evan was soft enough without the massage oil, but the liquid had elevated the tenderness of his ticklish spots to astronomical levels. Each poke and prod resulted in a panicked yelp that warmed the crocodile’s heart and hardened his cock.
Oftentimes, he would grab Evan’s dick and give it a pump or two just to hear him whimper adorably before dissolving back into laughter as his soles felt the constant attack of the electric toothbrushes taped onto them. Those things’ batteries could last a long time.
Eventually, Evan came again. Though ‘came’ was a bit of an overstatement. In reality, it was more like a few droplets of leftover seed. Needless to say, the countless orgasms up until now had left his balls rather empty.
Luckily, post-orgasm sensitivity did not care about how much cum he had, and worked its magic regardless.
Evan was the very definition of the word ‘mess’. A laughing, moaning, crying, sweaty mess. And yet Kragar knew his true feelings. As much as he had a genuine dislike for disrespect, he knew the wolf didn’t mean any, merely wanting to be subject to the most intense sensations possible. And Kragar was more than happy to oblige, all while keeping up a dominating appearance. After all, that’s part of the fun.
The wolf’s struggle started to die down. His laughter waned, and so did the clinck-clack of the cuffs. It was nearly over. And what better way to go out than with a bang? Kragar picked his last tools for the session. A pair of dense, coarse, horse brushes.
“Brace yourself, wolfy. This is gonna be rough.”
That was as much warning as he gave Evan before setting the tightly-packed bristles on his oil-slick armpits. Under normal circumstances, he took care to control the force and speed with which he used those brushes lest they could hurt. However, the oil removed those concerns entirely and allowed him to go all out. And so he did.
“MHFHFHF… Mhfhf… Mhf…”
The wolf’s laughter went silent, and his struggling turned to mere twitches of his fingers and toes. The scritching of the brushes and the whirr of the toothbrushes became the dominant noise in the dungeon alongside Donnie’s faint laughter.
With a weak pantomime of a howl that managed to whistle past the ball-gag, Evan had one final orgasm before he couldn’t take it anymore. He fainted, hanging limp from the suspended ropes.
The culmination of the night’s play session was enough to send Kragar himself over the edge once again.
“And that’s what you get for being naughty,” said Kragar as he removed the toothbrushes and the cockring. He felt rather tired himself but he couldn’t rest yet, now that the session was done, the poor wolf needed to be cared for.
He snapped his fingers to call the butler and the two safely untied Evan.
Kragar held him effortlessly in his arms and made for the dungeon’s red oak door. As he walked, he whispered softly to the unconscious wolf.
“Thanks, Evan. I had a blast. Hope you did too.”
He passed by Donnie and saw that his container was nearly full. He grinned and left the dungeon, off to treat Evan to some well deserved aftercare.