Cockiness begs for trouble.
“…And when I used the pinwheel you were like ‘oh please, I’ll do anything’!”
“Shut up.”
“And then I made you jerk me off with your beans like a good boy.”
Ardeo’s cheeks flushed up to his ears. “Stop! I let you tie me up once. Once!”
But Clawd was relentless. No amount of visible irritation would stop him from teasing his husband out of his mind. “You didn’t really let me, that’s the best part! Wanna do it again tonight? I’ll even let you cum if you behave!”
Ardeo ignored him and focused on his game until Clawd stepped between the TV and the couch he sat on.
“Holy shit, you’re annoying,” he sighed, pausing his game. “Look, if you wanna tie me up that much I’ll let you, alright? Later, after dinner.”
“Ha! I knew you liked it!” Clawd hugged his husband and kissed his snout. “My good boy!”
“Yeah, yeah… Now let me play, I’ve almost got Dark King Grûtmore’s Edge of Annihilation.”
Darkness. A mild headache. Did he doze off after dinner? No, he wouldn’t have, not after what his husband had promised him. His limbs felt heavy. The lights came on.
“…Ardeo?” Clawd’s eyes adapted to the lighting conditions and he began to make out the details of his predicament. The room was both familiar and not so, its sterile walls with posters depicting anatomical charts reminded him of a doctor’s office but doctor’s offices don’t normally have racks with riding crops and feather dusters hanging off of them. Ardeo was next to him, naked.
As for himself, he was securely strapped down to a bed with medical restraints, wearing nothing but his underwear and a pair of socks. There was a strange tube-shaped contraption hanging from the ceiling just above him. Where the hell did his husband get all this?
“Hey, Clawd. I’ll cut to the chase,” started Ardeo. “You’ve been annoying the crap out of me lately. Constantly yammering on about the one single time I let you dom me. You need punishment and I’m about to give you some.”
Roleplay? Sure, Clawd was up for it. Though he didn’t mind a warning first. He slipped into character.
“Oh please don’t punish me! I’ll be a good boy, I promise!”
“Damn right you will.”
Hot.
“Hey, uhm… Before we start, what’s the safe wo– UHHMM!?” A muzzle. Very hot, if a bit nerve racking due to the lack of a safe word. That wasn’t usual. But then again, neither was the room he found himself in. Was it Ardeo’s? How did he manage to keep it secret?
“I’ll start out slow but I’ll warn you now,” Ardeo said, grabbing his husband’s snout and forcing him to look directly into the collie’s eyes. “It’s gonna get rough.”
Clawd was rock hard in seconds, pitching a nice little tent under his black boxers. He couldn’t help but shiver with excitement as Ardeo began fondling his thighs. The rush of being tied up and forced to submit granted a sensual edge to any touch and Clawd loved it. But, before long, another sensation cut through the pleasure. Tickling! Ardeo fluttered his claws over the hyena’s sensitive thighs, his own erection very much on display. Clawd chuckled.
“Coochie coo, Clawd! I’ll tickle you all over until you’re good and well-behaved!”
“Mrmfhmfhmfhmfh!” He giggled nasally, uselessly fighting the straps that kept his legs open and vulnerable. This was only the beginning; Ardeo was nothing but thorough.
“I see you’re hard already! What a horny boy!” Ardeo paused the tickling and brandished a pair of scissors. Snip, snip. And off went Clawd’s underwear, destroyed and discarded. He felt the cool air of the sterile room hit his precum-covered meat, twitching with anticipation. “You want me to touch it?”
Clawd nodded.
“Well I’m not gonna.”
He whined, ears drooping.
“But this will!” Ardeo pointed up at the strange contraption hanging from the ceiling. The nozzle aligned perfectly with his erection and it had a thin, transparent tube that snaked through the air and into a canister on a metal cart.
So that’s what that is, Clawd thought. Should’ve guessed.
A milking machine. He hadn’t felt one before but he was aware of Ardeo’s fascination with that sort of device… Did the collie build this all on his own? A question for later. For now, his thoughts were of the slippery rubber enveloping his length. The ribbed interior was warm and wet, and the insertion alone was enough to make Clawd feel close to the edge. He knew he wouldn’t last long under the circumstances.
With the flick of a switch, the milker steadily massaged the hyena’s meat, causing said hyena to spasm under the overwhelming pleasure, twisting and turning by reflex, mind barely able to cope with the stimulation. For once, he was actually grateful for the straps holding him still and forcing him to take the pleasure.
“That’s a good boy! The machine will take every last drop of your cum whether you want to or not!” said Ardeo, enjoying the show with a grin on his muzzle. The collie was at the end of the table facing Clawd’s feet, its toes curled inside the white socks. He pressed a single claw to the very center of Clawd’s left sole before dragging it down to the heel and then up towards the toes.
“Mrfh!” Clawd yelped in response, splaying his toes before curling them down again. Despite being terribly ticklish pretty much everywhere, his feet were his worst spots by a good margin, and also the spots that his husband tended to favor the most in a tickle session.
Slowly, Ardeo peeled away the socks, revealing the black-furred soles with bright crimson paw-pads and four toes each, capped with eye-catching scarlet claws. Perfectly cared for and smooth as butter. He dragged a long peacock feather under Clawd’s toes.
“Coochie coochie coo! Let me see your toes moving.”
Clawd complied, though not by choice. The firm feather traveled under his toes inflicting intense tickling on the soft skin. Even if he tried to trap the feather under his curled digits, Ardeo would just tickle his toes with his claws to force them to let go. Now was feather time, and there was no stopping feather time.
This went on for torturously long before Ardeo swapped the feather for a pair of metallic pinwheels. He held them up for Clawd to see.
“Remember this? You wouldn’t shut up about how much I squealed when you used them on me. Now prepare your paws for payback!” With that, he set both pinwheels on each of Clawd’s soles, rolling them sideways over his big pads.
“GRRRFHMFHMFHMFHM”
It was horrible. The straps squeaked under the strain as Clawd tugged hard on them, his toes curling and splaying wildly. Going from feathers to pinwheels was a rather harsh transition for him. The sharp metallic prongs walked a fine line between tickling and light pain without ever going over the edge but still making him cry tears of pained laughter. Oftentimes, Ardeo would focus his attention on a single foot, setting both pinwheels on different parts of the sole to overload the nerves therein with ticklish signals.
The bondage, the tickling, the milking… It was all too much for Clawd to resist. The milker drew his first load. He jerked in rhythm with each new blast of cum as it was swallowed by the hungry machine. It was mind-shattering. Clawd could almost fall asleep amidst post-coital bliss if not for the fact that neither the tickling nor the milking had stopped.
“Remember what happens to your sensitivity after an orgasm, yeen?”
He did.
“MMMMHHHFFFFFFFFF!!!”
It was unbearable before. Now, it was just cruel. The heartless device stroked his cock post-orgasm, intent on draining his balls with no regard for its victim’s comfort. Ardeo was arguably worse. The pinwheels felt like continuous lightning strikes on the surface of his soles, exploiting the full-body oversensitivity that came with the aftermath of an orgasm.
This wasn’t fun anymore. Clawd wanted out. He gave Ardeo the best pleading look he could muster with his forced smile and saw that the collie had a grin of his own. Only his was entirely voluntary.
“Aww, too much? You sure didn’t seem to care when I asked you to stop, so why should I?” Ardeo opened a bottle of sweet-scented massage oil, tail wagging. “Let’s oil up these puppies to make them even more ticklish!”
Clawd understood, now. There was never any roleplay. This was real.
He winced as Ardeo massaged the cold liquid into his vulnerable paws, further weakening their already paper-thin resistance. He cursed himself for giving in to his desires on that fateful morning. As much fun as it had been to tie up the collie and give him a healthy dose of arguably deserved tickling, it wasn’t worth… this.
“Let’s see if a nice brushing of these naughty feet of yours can’t put you in your place.”
Horse brushes, two of them. Clawd could guess how much those coarse bristles would tickle by their looks. Not that he had to, they were already on his paws. Ardeo moved the brushes up and down the hyena’s soles, not sparing a square millimeter of skin from the dense bristles. Clawd almost choked on his own muzzled laughter. He was a mess. Sweating like a pig while crying and drooling under the harsh punishment.
“That’s it, Clawd. Laugh. Laugh and cum. I want you to remember this whenever you get any ideas about tying me up again. I want you to remember the feeling of the brushes on your soles and the milker on your cock. Know that you brought this on yourself.”
Clawd knew that, and he was sorry. He couldn’t take the punishment but he knew he had no choice so he accepted it. Reduced to tears by unbearable tickling and relentless milking. He came again, and again he saw the milker devour his seed and deposit it in the canister.
“C’mon I know you’ve got some more in those balls. Give me one more.” Ardeo finally granted a break to his husband’s feet and opted to tickle his aching balls with the peacock feather.
The hyena let out a pained symphony of half-giggles, half-moans occasionally broken up by sobs as his husband worked to wrench yet another dick burning orgasm out of him. He had no choice but to give in. With a pathetic whimper, he emptied his balls. Any orgasm beyond that point would make him shoot blanks. Mercifully, the machine stopped and retracted from his strained member. It ached like a muscle would after an intense workout. His entire body felt like jelly. The muzzle came off.
“Had enough?” Ardeo asked.
“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again!”, sobbed Clawd.
“I know you won’t. Because if you do, you’re coming back here for more punishment.”
“I’ll be a good boy! I promise! C-can you please untie me? I’ll suck your dick or worship your paws or whatever you want!”
“Hey, now. I didn’t say your punishment was over, that was only the first half.” Ardeo held up a ring gag. “Are you going to complain?”
He was, but he stopped himself. “…No.”
“Good boy! Now open wide.”
Clawd obeyed. There was no arguing with Ardeo. The dog had full control over him. A ring gag forced his jaw open, leaving him unable to speak but also unable to contain any of the noises he was bound to make during the latter half of his punishment. Laughs, moans, screams. Everything humiliating sound would be heard at full volume.
“I want to introduce you to a friend of mine,” said Ardeo. “He’ll help me with your punishment.”
“Groh?” Clawd’s ears perked up. A friend? He didn’t want anyone to see him like this!
The door opened and Ardeo’s friend came in. He, or rather, it, was nothing like Clawd expected. Lizard-like. Draconic, even. Glossy white scales that weren’t scales at all and covered up black muscle-like tissue. Glowing spots around its body bathed the dim room in a gentle cyan hue. It had no eyes. Or rather, the eyes it did have were bright blue pictures on a curved screen wrapped around its head.
“Clawd, meet Sy! He’s a synth.”
“Good evening, Ardeo.” The robot’s voice was surprisingly soft and natural. “How may Syon assist you, today?” There was a slight hint of artificial modulation at the end of that interrogative.
“Clawd here has a bit of an attitude problem. Think you could help me set him straight?”
“Understood. Shall Syon follow the usual corrective program?”
“No, not this time. I want to try something else. Prepare to attach a penile module.” A port opened by Sy’ crotch and Ardeo attached a girthy draconic-shaped dildo to it. The artificial member pulsated to life in an instant, twitching and moving as naturally as an organic penis would when fully erect. “Rear end, now. Input.” The synth turned around and lifted up its tail to uncover its anal port to which Ardeo attached the transparent tube previously plugged to the milker, connecting the canister containing Clawd’s semen to the robot. With the push of a button, the hyena’s milked seed was expunged from its canister and deposited somewhere inside Sy. Ardeo turned his husband. “You can probably guess what’s going to happen next.”
I do, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it, thought Clawd. His feelings towards the situation had taken yet another unexpected turn at the sight of the synthetic phallus attached to the admittedly attractive dragon-shaped machine.
The collie fiddled with some hidden mechanism behind Clawd, causing a pair of belts to descend from the ceiling near his legs. Each of the belts were connected to his ankle cuffs and partially pulled back into the ceiling, holding up his legs. With another concealed button press, the lower half of the table collapsed, allowing Sy to step closer to the bound hyena’s vulnerable rear end.
“Whenever you’re ready, Sy.”
“Syon is always ready.” It smirked, or at least the picture of its eyes squinted in much the same manner as organic eyes would during a similar expression.
Clawd expected the feeling of cold, dry rubber to violate his tight asshole so it surprised him when instead he felt a warm, lubricated tip ease its way into his insides.
“Gah-ah-aaaaooh!” he moaned as the sizable imitation made it halfway through his anus before retracting and reinserting itself gently, repeatedly. He shut his eyes and basked in the welcome pleasure. What a contrast this was to the relentless torture his husband had put him through just a minute ago. He was starting to like the synth.
“You’re going too easy on him, Sy.”
God-fucking-damn it, Ardeo.
“Should Syon copulate at a higher speed?” There was that smidge of artificial modulation again.
“Yeah, but not just that. Give him your whole bone.”
Sy gave Ardeo a quizzical look. “Whole… bone?”
“Your dick, Sy. Put it all inside of him. Roughly.”
“Understood. New euphemism registered.”
Out with the gentle and in with the rough as the synth obeyed its master’s command. Clawd screwed his eyes shut and did his best to relax and take in as much of the pleasure as possible while mitigating the pain. The artificial shaft’s girth grew quite exponentially towards its base; at least Ardeo had been kind enough to not select a knotted dildo.
“That’s better! Bump up the orgasm threshold by a hundred percent. I want this to last. Oh and hold back his toes for me.”
Clawd knew that last sentence could only mean one thing. He cocked his head and saw a pair of electric toothbrushes in Ardeo’s hands, like magic wands to be used to cast ticklish spells all over his feet, held still by Sy’s unmoving fingers. He was right, of course.
“GAGHAAHAHAHA!”
Amidst the waves of pain-pleasure provided by Sy’s copulation, Clawd had forgotten how sensitive his whole body felt. The overwhelming sensation of the vibrating tips of the toothbrushes against his toes were a harsh reminder that he’d just climaxed three times, back-to-back. And just like that, Clawd devolved back into a laughing, sobbing, moaning mess of a hyena.
“May Syon ask a question?” The synth spoke louder to be heard over Clawd’s deafening mewling, though no change could be detected in its tone.
“Always.”
“Is this corrective program not… unusual?”
“Sure is. Works wonders, though. Also gets my rocks off which is half the reason why I’m doing it.” Ardeo motioned towards his raging erection. Clawd could swear he caught a glimpse of blushing over the synth’s visor. “He likes it too, believe it or not. Deep down, that is.”
Sy looked confused. “Clawd… enjoys being corrected?”
“It’s complicated. I’ll explain it to you some other time.” He continued brushing away at the hyena’s immobilized toes.
“Understood. Orgasm threshold reached. Ejaculation is imminent.” With a final thrust, Sy stopped plapping Clawd’s rear end and fully lodged its faux-penis inside of him. Clawd felt the warm liquid, his own seed. Milking him of his cum only to put it back into him via an arguably sentient rapebot was by far the weirdest thing his husband had done to him. And that was saying a lot. This was Ardeo, after all.
“One down, two more to go. Tickle his paws, Sy.”
The collie relinquished his favorite spots of Clawd’s body over to the synth who continued tickling the soft pads while still fucking the tailhole presented to him. Each of the robot’s metallic claws felt like a pin from a pinwheel. Ardeo paced around the bound hyena and leaned over his cock, shamelessly erect. He held up an electric toothbrush and winked at Clawd before pressing the vibrating bristles against his sensitive cockhead.
“GRAAAWWWWWHAHAHAHA”
Clawd choked on his own howling laughter. The sharp claws on his oiled paw pads and the bristles on his overly sensitive cockhead competed to see which could inflict the most torturous sensations, and they were both winning.
“Bet you’re gonna be such a good boy after this,” Ardeo said, toying with Clawd’s erect nipples with his free hand. The dog’s own cock leaked like a faucet.
Fireworks went off in Clawd’s mind. Torn between unbelievable pleasure and excruciating torture. He didn’t believe he could orgasm again, but, against all odds, he felt a climax building up.
“Orgasm threshold reached. Ejaculation is imminent.”
Another rush of warm liquid flooded his insides. He could feel it overflow and drip down his tail which he only now realized was wagging.
“One to go.” Ardeo withdrew the toothbrush and took a riding crop that hung on the wall. “Sy, hold his toes again.”
Smack.
“OW!”
The flat end of the crop cut through the air and smacked Clawd’s right foot, smack dab in the middle. He screamed in pain, surprised. Ardeo had always shied away from painful punishments.
“I want you to remember this pain every time you dare to think of tying me up…”
Smack. Left foot.
“OOOW!”
“…Tickling me…”
Smack. Right foot again.
“GAAAH!”
“…Making me give you a pawjob.”
Smack, smack, smack. Left, right, left.
“GAAAAHAHAHAWWW”
“Orgasm threshold reached. Ejaculation is imminent.”
“Pull out. Aim at his face and cum when I do.”
“Understood,” said Sy as he pulled out from the hyena’s ass with a wet plop. Clawd’s stretched anus dripped with his own seed.
Both border collie and synth aimed their erections at the hyena’s face, red, teary-eyed and drooling around the ring gag. Ardeo’s canine member had its knot fully swollen and the collie jerked it furiously. Its musky smell filled the air and mixed with Clawd’s own musk which he’d worked up over the lengthy torture session. Syon mimicked Ardeo’s movements though his own cock gave off no discernible odor.
As both dog and synth neared their respective climaxes, the hyena became increasingly aware of his own impending release. They came. Jets of milky warm fluid shot from their cocks, organic and artificial. Clawd’s head was showered in both collie seed and his own recycled cum, with a fair amount of it landing inside his open maw. It had the familiar taste of his husband’s fluid and the less familiar taste of his own. He tasted a lot more bitter than he expected. By the end of his torturers’ climaxes, his whole head was covered from nose to ears in a cocktail of cum. He came too, or so he felt like. He wasn’t sure but the afterglow was there even though his balls were drained long ago. His world was hazy and dreamlike, and the last thing he remembered before exhaustion took him was a single question asked by his husband.
“What are you?”
And he remembered his answer, thoughtlessly brief. “A good boy.”
Ardeo’s paw-pads tasted of cherry-scented lotion while Sy’s feet were entirely tasteless. Their texture was surprisingly close to an organic foot without any of its warmth, though he did seem to flinch a little whenever Clawd’s tongue got too close to the toes. Whether a programmed reaction or a genuine reflex, he couldn’t tell. Ardeo tugged on his leash, pulling his head up from the floor and forcing him to make eye contact with the dog, lounging on the couch in their living room with Sy by his side.
“Make sure to get the pads too or you’re getting another session in the lab.”
The collie pushed his foot against Clawd’s nose, pressing him back down onto the soft carpet on the floor. The hyena stuck out his tongue and kept licking.
The session in the lab had changed him, somehow. It was both heaven and hell. Punishment and reward. A harsh reminder of the sometimes one-sided dynamic of their relationship and an introduction to a friend he’d be seeing a lot more of. It was the single most arousing experience of Clawd’s life.
As he lapped up the big pad of Ardeo’s paw, he could only think about how glad he was that he decided to tie up and tickle him on that fateful morning.
Come to think of it, he didn’t have any plans for tomorrow morning.