(css: "font-family: 'Syncopate', sans-serif;")[(css: "font-size: 38px;")[(align:"=><=")[|bold>[The Sour Pup, 2560](enchant: ?bold, (text-style:'bold'))]]]
(align:"=><=")[An adult interactive text adventure.
(text-style:'underline')[You must be 18 or over to play.]
(text-colour:cyan)[//In the far outer reaches of space, there lies a station with the most seediest of roots. In the belly of the metaphorical beast lies a building, dilapitated on it's surface, but rich and plentiful as it's core.
Janus Von Aldrien is a man of many talents, with the world at his fingertips. Will 'The Sour Pup', where all his carnal delights for those of a young persuasion can be sated, nourish his needs? Only time will tell...//]
//(It is recommended to play this game on a Desktop PC.)//]
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(click:?BBB)[(goto:"Start")]The journey had been long and arduous, but I knew that it was all worth it.
In the outer regions of the Nexus quardant, star-sector 2394A, my sleek private ship trundled safely along the Xelgarnas nebula, cloaked from detection with the latest in anti-scanner technology. It's hull was blanketed by it's own cloaking mechanism, making it appear virtually invisible to the naked eye, and its jamming signals made it impossible to detect for nearby ships. Many might have questioned why I was so intent on secrecy, but I had my reasons.
My name is Janus Von Aldrien. Anyone who heard my name would know of me almost immediately. I was renowned across the galaxy as a wealthy businessman, who had companies upon companies at my disposal with me as the figurehead. My body was a cocktail of mental and physical augments, enchancing my capabilities beyond that a normal person of my species. Many know me as a Rusaji-- a breed similar to that of other earthen species, though they would refer to me as an amalgam, a hybrid. My features are canid in nature, but I bear qualities similar to that of a cervine. My dark, mottled mixture of purple and black fur, almost regal in the eyes of some, has been plastered over almost every screen. Many have questioned the short, stunted horns that sit atop my head, just above my eyebrows, but I have no answers to give them. I have no intention of spending any of my fortune on DNA tests and scientific research into my own kind: I am what I am, and I will remain that way.
Back to the story at hand-- why am I in the far reaches of space, in the middle of nowhere, without an escort? The answer is simple; I have tastes that cannot be sated my normal means. It might take a number of hours to reach my destination, but a night in the throes of passion is more than enough to sate the insatiable hunger, for a time.
The console in front of me brings up a display. It seems I have arrived. I roll my thick fingers over the keys for a moment to project my identification, and a ripple in the air in front of my ship leans and gives way to reveal a space station, imposing and massive. My ship automatically detects a nearby dock and adjusts its trajectory accordingly.
[[Continue.->Start2]](if: (passage:)'s name is "Journal")[<!--Do nothing-->]
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(else:)[My balance is currently $Balance credits.]
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(clickreplace:?Error)[The passage name is (print: (passage:)'s name). Please cite this name to me along with the error.]Anyone who came to this place, known to many by its universal language name 'City of Entropy' (cringy as it may be), typically came armed and prepared to commit murder. The space station, in all its entirety, was a hotbed of crime and heinous activities. Of that, I was fully aware.
Descending from my ship via the use of a pair of simple, sleek and sturdy steps, I flicked my fingers in the direction of the ship and the augments in my ship picked up the chip in my finger, recognising the gesture. Its shutters raised and from the bottom of its vessel, a slat opened up, revealing a gun. It was a security measure, though I wouldn't be surprised to return and find it used. I descend the steps towards the main street away from the dingy space docks.
Where I am going isn't particularly far, but I'm more than aware how easy it is to get jumped. For that reason alone, I keep my guard up. I'm pretty certain I can deal with whoever decides to pick on me, but I would still rather avoid confrontation. Taking a right, I weave my way through a throng of seedy lowlife criminals who don't even bat an eye in my direction, and walk down the quiet, empty street.
It took only a couple of minutes until I was standing outside a dilapidated, run-down establishment. It was at least two stories high and the windows were broken, its fairly rudimentary and barely civilised structure made it seem abandoned, but I knew better, and most here did too.
I stepped up to the door and flick my gaze towards a hidden camera that sits in the dark of the overhang. It remains silent and dutiful, before a red light snaps on. It scans me up and down silently, and my ears twitch to pick up the sound of a quiet, hydraulic lock disengaging. With a resounding click, the door unlocks and I step forwards, watching as it slides open, disappearing into the wall and revealing a luxiour, glossy back interior. I step inside and the door shuts behind me.
[[Continue.->Start3]]As soon as I enter the corridor, a drone slides down from the cieling, staring at me with two glowing, red beady eyes.
(css: "font-family: 'VT323', monospace;")[(css:"font-size: 20px;")["SCANNING FOR WEAPONS AND CONTRABAND."]]
It speaks clear and effectively, albeit with a rather tinny voice. I quickly slip a hand in my pocket as its eyes begin to scan me, starting at my feet. I retrieve a sleek black card and move it to line up with the drone's line of sight. It immediately stops upon seeing the card and retracts its scan.
(css: "font-family: 'VT323', monospace;")[(css:"font-size: 20px;")["V.I.P CARD RECOGNISED. RIGHT THIS WAY, SIR."]]
I walk with the drone to the other end of the hallway, which I am positive is lined with weaponry-- enough to kill battallion of even the most elite troops. The door at the far end opens up and I step through.
I am already familiar with this place, and nothing had changed since I last saw it. I'm standing in the middle of an expansive lobby, fit for a king or queen. Two long sweeping staircases sit on either side of me, leading up to a second floor, and underneath those stairs and a pair of fully open double doors on either side, leading into other rooms. It seems rather busy, but that doesn't surprise me. At the far end is a disk with a woman sitting behind it, typing away on a holographic display. All around me, I see well dressed boys and girls, some of them as old as 14 and as young as 8 or 9, either being lead around by older men and women or doing their best to entertain.
I'm standing in The Sour Pup, a brothel for those who prefer escorts of a younger persuasion. I've been here many times before, and this time is no different. This isn't a place for those with very little money: only those who are wealthy and professional come here to partake in pleasures of the flesh.
[[Continue.->Start4]]I make my way up to the counter and the woman raises her head to greet me. She immediately straightens and clears her throat.
"Oh. Mr. Von Aldrien. Welcome." She beams, and whilst I appreciate her pleasantries, I'm not here for her company. Despite that, I do my best to appear polite.
"Good evening," I begin. "I don't know what I might require today, so can I open a tab?"
"Absolutely." She doesn't even have the composure to contain her excitement, my bulking 6 and a half foot figure towering over her tiny frame, just a little. She, and many others here, know that I spend a lot of money in their establishment. I'm sure that half of their income is from me alone.
"How much are you putting on today, sir?" She asked, and I pondered for a moment.
"We'll go with a million, for now." I retrieve a card from my pocket and slide it across the glossy counter. It's just one of my many cards that I use. She takes it from the counter and scans it through, smiling to herself. A million universal credits might seem like a lot, but in reality it wasn't. It was good for maybe 5 or 6 'sessions', at most.
"There we go. I've charged your card and put the amount on your tab." She hands me the card back and I take it from her, putting it back into my pocket. She doesn't need to give me a tour, and I don't ask for it.
I have the whole night to myself. Might as well make the most of it. (set:$Balance to 1000000)
[[Continue.->Lobby]](if:(history:) contains "Lobby")[I return to the lobby. The place is fairly empty compared to other rooms.
I'm feeling a little restless, so I should seek out a potential session sooner rather than later. I would rather avoid the advances of men seeking to do business if possible, and the longer I linger, the more they'll get the impression that I'm here for just that. My intimidating notoriety has kept them at bay for now.](else:)[I'm standing in the middle of the lobby of The Sour Pup.
I quickly look myself over, making sure I didn't crumple my stylish navy blue suit, nor my white shirt hidden beneath the buttoned up jacket. The cool air conditioning above keeps me cool, despite my thick fur.
To my left and right are a pair of double doors, leading into two different rooms that I could clearly see from where I was standing. One of them was a casino, and the other a bar and casual recreations room. Either would suit my needs.
If I were so inclined, I could also return to the front desk to purchase someone for the night who might already be waiting in one of the upper rooms.
If I felt particularly impolite, I could also butt it on one of those in the lobby, and take their prospective escort away from them for myself.]
[[Go to the bar and recreations room.->Bar]]
[[Go to the casino.->Casino]]
[[Go to the front desk.->FrontDesk]]
[[Interrupt one of the nearby patrons.->Rikku]]
[[Go home.->GoHome]](if:(history:) contains "Bar")[I return to the bar.(set:$BE to (either:1,2))
(if:$BE is 1)[I pass by a number of seats on my way towards an empty spot, and a man nearby raises his head, recognising me. He opens his mouth to speak, about to grab my attention. I ignore him completely and he lowers his head, quietly muttering to himself. I pick up the words 'rude' and 'business' before I tune out completely and take a vacant seat somewhere on the other side of the bar.
It surprises me little that people want to conduct business here in secret, but I have no interest in it. I would rather enjoy the boys and girls around me instead.](elseif:$BE is 2)[I pass by a group of young waiters, all of standing together and quietly talking amongst themselves. They look up at me as I pass and I can see the flustered expression on the faces of some of them. I resist the urge to look at them or take them for myself, since it's much more thrilling to enjoy the chase than the destination. I find a suitable seat and relax into it, feeling their lingering eyes from across the room.]
I cast my gaze over the bar as the waiter brings me a drink, and I wonder what might interest me.](else:)[I decide to go to the bar.
As I enter, I make a gesture towards the bartender behind the bar on the far left hand side. It's in these instances where my fame and notoriety come in handy, for he knows me vividly enough to remember my usual choice of drink. With that, I make my way across the room and slip down into an available armchair.
It doesn't take long for a young boy, barely 10 years of age clad in nothing but some tight fitting underwear, to bring my drink over. He nervously holds out the tray with both hands and I pluck the glass from it, offering him my thanks as I easily ignore the stares of some of the other patrons. I imagine quite a few would be interested in brokering business deals, shady or not, in this 'safe space', but I have no interest in speaking with them. I am here for one thing only: sex.
A number of cubs around the room catch my eye, and the boy who brought me my drink certainly seems attractive enough. The choices feel almost endless, but the more I look, the easier it is to narrow down my choices.
It's not good practice to have sex in the middle of the bar, and that much is clear as I watch a man being escorted out with a boy in tow, lead to a private room to avoid putting off others who wish to relax and drink.
Dipping my gaze, I wonder who I should pick.]
(if:(history:) contains "DakkaWoof9")[[[Invite Dakka back over.->DakkaWoofI1]]](else:)[[[Invite the waiter back over.->DakkaWoofI1]]]
[[Look around the bar.->Tyberius]]
[[Return.->Lobby]](if:(history:) contains "Casino")[I return to the casino.
It's as busy as the last time I came here, if not more so. The tables are swarmed with rich and wealthy people of all manner of shapes and sizes, with every doting boy and girl clinging to their arms, hugging onto them and encouraging them to bet more.
I make my way across the room, weaving through the various people, wondering what I should do and where I should go. There is still the room at the back, as well as the nearby tables.](else:)[I decide to go to the casino.
Arguably the busiest room of the brothel, the small casino is packed with men and children alike, as well as some women dressed in their finest clothes, gambling at slot machines, blackjack tables, and holographic poker tables. None of them are aware that the casino is designed to make them lose money, but it's not my job to inform them.
I stride across the room as a boy, tray in hand, offers me a glass of wine with a stammer. I linger and look the cub up and down and he trembles at the sight of me, before I take a glass and reach out my other hand, gently stroking the boy's short, fuzzy fur. He seems surprised at my gentle touch, but I give him no chance to speak to me as I turn, making his way through the rest of the casino.
I settle on a blackjack table and scan my gaze around the room, idly playing with what I have on my tab. My mental augment enhancers make it easy to count cards, and I'm smart enough to bluff and play badly to offset the different, more or less breaking even.
My eyes, however, are instead on the various boys and girls scattered around the room. I narrow my choices down and wonder who I should pick. ]
(if:(history:) contains "Ais1")[There's a commotion in the middle of the room, and I soon realise that it's likely to be the hologram of Ais doing another performance.](else:)[There is a commotion going on the centre of the room, but I can't make out what's going on in the centre.]
(if:(history:) contains "Itri1")[[[Go and see Itri.->Itri1]]](else:)[[[Examine the room at the back->Itri1]]]
(if:(history:) contains "Ais1")[[[Go see what Ais is up to.->Ais1]]](else:)[[[Examine the commotion.->Ais1]]]
[[Return.->Lobby]]I return to the front desk, and the woman behind the counter, a feline that looks similar to a lynx with pastel cyan fur, perks up to greet me.
"I'd like to purchase a session." I speak the words before she has a chance to ask me first, and she nods, looking down to her holographic display. She taps away before reaching up to click the screen. The screen raises and turns to face me.
"Here's the list of who we have available." She gestures for me to take a look.
Nearly all of these listings are aimed at upselling. They display a face, happy and bright, coupled with the most basic of information. Once I tap on one of them, it'll display more information about the individual in question.
[[Return.->Lobby]](if:(history:) contains "DakkaWoof9")[Having already had a taste of Dakka, I find myself keen to savour him again, if only for a time. Knowing he was wandering around the bar after our initial encounter, I wait for him to appear into view and gesture him over. At first, he falters at the sight of me, but eventually makes his way towards me, keeping his arms by his sides. His neck is bare, and the pink collar he once wore now sits in my pocket, a souvenir of our time together.
"H...Hello. Um...Mr. Von Aldrien." He greets me, and it seems someone has given him my name, which suits me just fine. The boy idly thumbs the empty space where the collar around his neck used to be, as if he expected it to be there still.
"Dakka," I greet him in kind, placing my hands over my lap. "I trust you're not...too sore?"
"U-Um...no." He squirms on the spot. Though I can't see any sort of blush due to his coarse black fur, the way he stands and averts my gaze is evidence enough that he's embarrassed.
"Good," I rise to my feet, adjusting myself a little bit before gesturing. "Come with me, then."
Knowing what I was after, the young canine boy lowered his head and obediently followed me, rather than me having to pull him along. We stride out of the bar and to reception, where the woman hands me a key. We walk in silence to the elevator and ascend to the upper floors, make our way down the hallway, and towards our assigned room.
[[Continue.->DakkaAlt1]]](else:)[My glass is empty. I raise my hand towards the bartender on the other side of the room, making a gesture with two fingers whilst never moving my hand further up than my head. My vision augments enhance my gaze enough for me to see the bartender flick his gaze from my hand to my glass, then back again. I'm satisfied to see him turning around and plucking a bottle of fine Bhaalkarian whiskey from the top shelf.
It takes no more than a few minutes for the waiter to pass by me once again, tray in hand with glass atop it. As my eyes run over the glass, I can see the wobbling of the liquid inside, the clatter of the glass against the tray. I soon realise that the waiter's hands are trembling, but not because of the weight of the glass, but out of fear. My hands poise over the shaking glass, my grip hovering mere inches above it as I raise my gaze to meet the waiter's face.
He is a boy, canid in appearance much like myself, with rough black fur that appears lighter in some areas and startling, innocent blue eyes. Like most of the waiters here, he is clad in the standard uniform: a professional shirt, but no pants-- instead, they wear tight-fitting underwear designed to accentuate every curve of their loins and leave little to the imagination. A bright pink collar sits around his neck, a start contrast to the rest of his monochrome attire. He is meek and quiet, less timid and more frightened. He has to be in his pre-pubescent years, perhaps 8 or even 10. Given how short he is, I can only assume his species do not grow up to be very tall.
As my gaze meets his, the boy quickly lowers his eyes and his ears flatten down. I catch the glimpse of his tail sliding between his legs. No ordinary worker of The Sour Pup is so meek, so I come to the easy conclusion that the boy before me is new. So new, in fact, that he has no yet realised the extent of his situation and remains in denial.
I pluck the glass from the tray and hear the boy breathe a sigh. I swap that glass with the empty one and place that atop the tray instead. As the boy turns to walk away, I snag his lithe arm with a single, imposing finger. He halts immediately, as if I have just stabbed him.
"When you have returned that empty glass," I speak, my dulcet tones making him visibly shudder. "Please return here."
With a scared nod, the boy doesn't look at me as he briskly walks-- though it looked more akin to running-- across the bar to drop off the empty glass with the bartender. The two share a terse conversation before the boy begins to come this way.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof2]]]The boy stands before me in a matter of moments, his hands clasped firmly in front of him. I can see that he is trying his best, albeit badly, to sneakily cover his crotch. The lingering embarrassment is clear on his face.
"What's your name, boy?" I speak with purpose, though I perhaps might have been too harsh, for the boy practically cowers at my question for a moment, before finding some sense of courage. He raises himself up and clears his throat.
"D...Dakka." He eventually says. My gaze again drifts to the pink collar around his neck. I know what it means. The management at the Sour Pup has very subtle ways of marking their merchandise. The pink collar signified virginity, and that often meant they fetched a higher price. Considering the boy's naivity, it wouldn't be much of a stretch to assume that no-one had told him he was up for sale.
My silent treatment seems to make him grow more and more nervous, his gaze darting from my face to my hands, to his own, and then back again. I look him up and down and take in his ambiguous, lithe figure, his short stature. There's something to work with here. He's endearing and naive. A virgin hadn't initially been on my menu for the evening, but I'll take it.
As I rose to my feet, Dakka cowers before me, intimidated by my tall stature. My gaze sweeps from him towards the bartender, and the glint in my eyes makes my intentions clear to the man behind the counter. He nods and lowers his head, avoiding meeting my gaze, like so many others here are keen to do.
"Come." I demand in a short and simple tone, holding out a hand for the black-furred boy to take. He hesitates, unsure whether to raise his hand to meet mine or not. My indifferent gaze and hard expression sway him, and he inevitably places his hand into my own. His fingers are so small and delicate compared to mine.
I guide him, with a certain degree of both tenderness and force, towards the lobby.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof3]]The woman at the desk saw me coming long before the boy beside me could realise what is happening. Her hand reaches out for a small card, stacked atop of many, and she places it into a small machine by her screen. She types away for a moment, before retrieving the card once more and handing it over to me. Neither of us say a word as I move towards the an elevator on the far side. I read the card's printed number. 238.
"Where are we going? Gharnil said I had to work..." Dakka speaks up beside me as we step into the elevator and I press the button for the second floor, rising up almost immediately. I don't bother to tell him what's going on. He will understand soon enough.
"How old are you?" I say rather suddenly, and the boy raises his head, blinking up at me.
"9." He speaks, and a shudder rolls through me, an uncontrollable reaction that I silently scold myself for. Dakka blinks at me, bewildered, as the elevator slows to a smooth halt and the doors to the second floor slide open. A long hallway greets us, and I stride forwards, pulling the naive boy along beside me.
238. My eyes find the numbered plaque on the door, and a quick flick of my wrist is enough for the card to pass over the lock and recognise the chip inside. With a //click,// the door unlocks and I turn the handle, bringing Dakka inside.
Each room is often different. This one was small and quaint, like a middle-class hotel. A king size bed with purple bedding sits opposite a mirror hanging on the wall, a small television sitting below it, anchored by magnetic locks.
"Woah..." Dakka seems remarkably smitten with the room, and I can only assume his current accommodation isn't nearly as fancy, though this wasn't exactly luxury, either. That doesn't concern me: it has a bed, and that is all I need.
"Take off your clothes." I command with little to no inflection as I pop the buttons of my jacket, slipping it past my shoulders and draping it over the back of the nearby chair.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof4]]I knew the boy was naive, but his blank gaze and parted lips is a sight to behold. He stands there for a moment, dumbfounded, before his hands slowly reach towards the hem of his shirt and he looks nervous.
"U-Um...why?" He asks, lowering his head. He doesn't dare to meet my withering gaze, presumably because he knows he should obey.
"Because that is what you are ordered to do. That is what you are sold for." I tell him, and he trembles on the spot, frightened and defiant. I move to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him for a moment, seeing him deliberate between challenging me or submitting to me. He has a great deal of backbone for a frightened child.
I, however, do not have much patience. I reach out a hand and gently, but firmly, grab his arm, pulling him closer. He resists my grip for a moment before realising that I am far stronger than he is. His hands still grip firmly to the hem of his shirt, and it takes some coaxing for me to force him to let go. My hands drift to the buttons along his shirt and I slowly pop them, one by one, and he is forced to keep his hands by his sides. I decide the let him keep the collar for now. It will prove useful later.
"What're you g-going to do to me?" The boy stammers. I'm not one to sugarcoat things, especially when it comes to what I want. I snap my gaze up to meet his and see his flushed cheeks, his teary eyes, his quivering lip.
"I'm going to fuck you." I tell him, and I can see the confusion in his eyes as he doesn't quite understand what I mean. He is inexperienced and unfamiliar with the concept. He opens his mouth to speak, before closing it again as my hands return to undoing his shirt. I eventually unfasten the last button and part the shirt in the middle, letting it fall past his shoulders.
His body is small, and his features are lithe. I run a hand through the lighter shade of fur along his belly and soon realise that the shade isn't lighter, but the fur is simply //thinner;// his fur is coarse and rough along the rest of his body, but fuzzy and inviting at his more vulnerable areas. I feel him quivering and tense under my touch, feel him squirm on the spot as I grope him. My hand slowly slides towards his crotch and I hook a finger into the waistband of the tight underwear, tugging down the front. My ears pick up the sound of jingling metal.
As I lower his underwear, and as his shirt falls past his arms to the floor, I stare down at the firmly clasped, shiny metal chastity cage that sits over an otherwise simple cock. It is 'humanoid' in shape, similar to that of earthen creatures, and his package is small and pre-pubescent.
"T...They said I don't need to worry about my wee-wee with this on." Dakka explained, and I slowly nod. I cannot say if I prefer the cage or not.
(link:"Remove the cage.")[(set:$DakkaCO to true)(goto:"DakkaWoof5")]
(link:"Keep the cage on.")[(set:$DakkaCO to false)(goto:"DakkaWoof5")]I trace my finger along the line of the chastity cage as Dakka trembles before me, torn between running away and standing still.
"Your cock is remarkably small." I remark rather nonchalantly, and Dakka can offer me nothing but a quiet, defiant whimper. The sound titillates me, but not enough to bring a smile to my lips.
(if:$DakkaCO is true)["Let's take this off." I remark with a degree of indifference. My fingers close around the small lock that dangles just under the boy's frenulum, and my physical enhancements easily crush the metal between my fingers. His eyes widen as I pry the lock from its housing and free the small cock from the cage entirely, gingerly removing it and tossing it aside. It rolled across the floor and stopped just by the wall. Dakka couldn't peel his eyes away from it. He only brought his attention back to me when my fingers touched with his small penis.
"I don't think you'll get much use out of this small thing..." I begin, turning the cock this way and that, examining it like a doctor. "But at least it won't be restrained."](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)["No sense in removing it," I remark. "I doubt you'll get much use out of it anyway."
Dakka offers me yet another whimper and I slowly raise my gaze to his face. He trembles as my eyes meet his and he struggles to form the words in his mouth, gripped by nerves and fear.]
"I-I'm big for my age." The boy defiantly insists. I can't help but smile, albeit it only a little: the faintest tug pulls at the corner of my muzzle as I reach forwards, sweeping the boy up and turning around in my seat, placing him down against the soft blankets and covers. His body feels so small and fragile in my large hands.
"W...What're you doing?" He asks me meekly as I reach my hands up, parting the buttons of my formal shirt.
"Getting undressed, so we can have sex." I speak rather formally as well, though it isn't my intention. I lived a sheltered upbringing; being casual isn't my forte.
"But I don't..." Dakka mumbles quietly, and whilst I hear him, I do not acknowledge it. He is a prostitute, albeit a new one. The new ones tend to be a little bit defiant, some more spunky than others. That concerns me little.
My shirt parts as I slip it past my shoulders, and I toss it over towards the chair. I can feel Dakka's curious gaze running over my well-kept body, my toned frame and ample muscles. I let him look, albeit it for only a moment, before I reach down to pop the button of my trousers.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof6]]My body leaves little to the imagination, especially when it comes to whatever endowment I might have. Many guess that I must be a monster in a suit, but I am ultimately as normal as any other, augments nonwithstanding.
The front of my trousers parts as I tug down the zipper, and I slide them past my hips along with my underwear. Dakka's eyes snap down to my crotch and he catches the sight of my member, almost 'humanoid' in appearance by all accounts, though I do not know why. earthen features and mannerisms are yet another facet of my amalgam biology.
It takes little effort for me to kick the trousers and underwear off of my feet, and I slowly scoot forwards, towering over the boy's tiny frame. He cowers beneath me, reaching his hands up to place them against my muscular chest. His fingers curl against my short fur and graze against my flesh, as if he's trying to grab onto my heartstrings themselves.
"I...I don't want to...I-I'm not a girl!" Dakka stammers out, his chest heaving up and down with nerves.
"It is not a matter of want," I tell him, reaching down to take a firm grasp of his hip. "You are a product. A boy. You're not a man. The sooner you accept your fate, the better you will feel."
A whimper escapes the boy's throat and, as I expected, his eyes begin to water. I pay his fear no mind as I reach towards the end table near the bed, where the staff always conveniently stock the drawer under the surface with lubricant. My fingers enclose around a bottle and I retrieve it, popping the cap with a dexterous thumb.
I trace a fine line of lubricant across my middle finger and then smear it around with my other hand, laying the bottle against the bed. I lower my hand, reaching further and further down until my fingers move past his member and below his balls and taint. My middle finger slips down between his cheeks as my other hand grasps his left ankle, lifting it up to forcibly spread his legs. He tenses as soon as my finger meets with the pink button of his virgin pucker, and as I knead the flesh with my fingertip, he begins to squirm.
"N-No..." He defiantly whines. I ignore him and push my finger forwards, the tip of it piercing his pucker and stretching his ring. I sink my digit a good inch or so into him and immediately feel his virgin inner sphincter clamp around my finger, the muscles spasming and clenching. A weak and uncomfortable groan escapes the boy's lips.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof7]]I am already growing rather impatient, so I quietly decide that my foreplay should be at a minimum. Even if he is a virgin, he can probably handle it.
My finger plunges deeper, sinking past the first joint and towards the second. Dakka whimpers and arches his back, attempting to fight against me, but it thrashes and squirms as if his strength has left him. I curl my finger up against his flesh as he gasps, his breath hitching in his throat. I know that I am likely nowhere near his prostate yet, if he even has one, but the sensations likely confuse him.
I move my finger deeper, intent to hilt it to the knuckle. If he can take that, then he can likely take some of my cock, even if he cannot take all of it. The boy continues to squirm and huff, but he doesn't cry out in pain or agony as my finger eventually reaches the knuckle, my other fingers grazing his behind. I watch as his toes curl and splay, alternating between one and the other, his chest heaving.
I dart my gaze to his crotch. (if:$DakkaCO is true)[His cock twitches freely, somehow engorged with some degree of arousal. The foreskin doesn't seem to retract back, but the firmness in his length is evident. I'm mildly surprised to find he enjoys it, if only a little.](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)[His meek member twitches inside of the cage, no fluids to be soon. Yet, the twitches nonetheless indicate some form of arousal, however slight. That surprises me just a little bit.]
"So you do enjoy it," I remark with a teasing tone, and his face flushes in response. "Good. Then this will be easier."
I unceremoniously tug my finger back, withdrawing from him completely. The act alone is enough to make him gasp and tremble, and his lower lip quivers as he watches me grab the bottle once more. The fingering alone, along with his squirming, was enough to arouse me: my cock, 7 inches in length, pulses between my legs and aches to be touched. I trace a line of lube over the top of my member and smear it around with my hand, until the surface of my length glistens in the dim light.
I admire the boy for a moment and reach out my hands, grasping at his hips. I quietly debate what position to throw him in for his first time, and what would be the most comfortable.
[[On his front.->DakkaWoof8b1]]I decide that missionary will suit him just fine. It's probably easier on his small frame and, admittedly, I want to see the look in his eyes as I take his virginity.
With that, I lean forwards and grab his ankles, forcing them apart to allow me to sit between them. Dakka instinctively tries to kick against me, a foolish attempt to fight me off, but the staggering difference in our strength is quite clear when I am unphased by his attacks. He resigns to his fate, somewhat, but the teary expression in his eyes and the quivering of his lower lip tells me that he's not too happy about it.
I reach forwards, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed and dragging it towards me, sliding it underneath his rump to prop him up a little. I reach down to grasp the base of my cock, and I angle it down, slipping it underneath his balls. Dakka defiantly relaxes his legs, knowing it will be difficult for me to penetrate him if I can access his virgin entrance. I impatiently force a leg up with my free hand.
"My patience is wearing thin, Dakka. I would suggest you comply." I tell him rather forcefully, but I don't strengthen my grip, nor do I lash out. My words should be enough to put him in line, and sure enough, he folds his ears down before me submissively.
I push my hips forwards and the fat head of my member presses firmly and dangerously up against his virgin pucker, its entrance smeared with lubricant. I hold onto him firmly as I push a little harder, and I feel the muscles clenching around my cock, before they inevitably loosen and give way to my member. With a slow and gentle push, the head of my cock enters him, and a spike of pleasure shoots up my spine, making me part my lips. I can feel Dakka's spasming muscles and hear his pained whimpers.
"You'll get used to it. You're going to be doing a lot more of this in the future, after all." I remind him, and he blinks up at me with teary eyes, his lower lip quivering. It's a harsh truth, but a truth nonetheless.
I know that I can't go too deep: his body wouldn't be able to handle the full length of my cock, but I'm certain he can manage half. I sink deeper and deeper, feeling every fibre of his being attempting to resist me, but he is too weak in comparison to my adult body. I lean over and prop myself up with a hand, holding onto him with the other, by the hip, as I jut my hips and force half of my cock into his behind. He grunts and I can see the tears trickling down his cheeks. No surge of emotion rushes through me, no guilt or empathy. If anything, all I feel is the pounding of my own heart, the throbbing of my own cock. His defiance arouses me.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof8a2]]I decide that Dakka would probably be considerably more subservient and learn his place better if I fuck him from behind.
My hands cling to his body firmly and I flip him with ease, much to his surprise. He lets out a yelp as his chest and chin hit the blankets, and he tries to push himself up onto all fours, but I press my weight down against him. He immediately freezes, and I can only assume he knows why.
The length of my cock, slick with pre-cum, slides between his tiny cheeks, and I slowly grind my hips up and down to make him away of my sheer length. He trembles beneath me and I reach a hand around to curl it across his chest, proppring myself up with an elbow. A whimper escapes his lips as I press the weight of my stomach and lower chest up against his beck, enclosing him in the warmth of my body.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I remind him. "It would be in your best interest not to scream."
My ears pick up his quiet, high pitched whine, and I silently roll my hips back, reaching my hand back whilst keeping myself propped up. I grasp the base of my cock and wedge it between his clenching cheeks, the pre-cum aiding my descent as the head of my member meets with his virgin pucker. He resists me at first, as I expect him to, but his muscles inevitably give way until my insistent might and my cock pierces his entrance, forcing him to stretch to accommodate me. I plunge myself deep into him, wedging myself in an inch as I hear him groan out with pain and discomfort. Now that I'm firmly in him, I return my hand back to there it was before, curled around his front, and I groan into his ear.
"You're so tight." I mutter into his ear, and my shudders beneath me. It's hard to tell if he is aroused or disgusted, but it doesn't bother me either way. Slowly, I sink my hips down, burying myself further and further into him.
I know that he cannot take my full length, but he should be fine with half. Unable to see, I have to gauge how deep in I've done. When I feel as if I'm halfway in, I begin to slide back and he quivers beneath me, his innards clamping down like a vice and squeezing with all his might. Whether it's an attempt to push me out or keep me in matters not, for my strength alone is enough to resist his grip. I withdraw until the edge of my glans meets with his squeezing inner sphincter, before pushing forwards again.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof8b2]]I slowly pull back and start in on a steady rhythm of thrusts, albeit slow and methodical. I slid back and forth, gauging his tightness as I sink no further than half of my length, 3 and a half inches of cock stretching his behind over and over. Each slow thrust invokes a spasm with him and a quivering groan escapes his lips each time. His eyes are closed, but he occasionally opens them to see me, as if hoping I might have disappeared and it might all be a dream.
But I am as real as the cock inside of him. I begin to pick up speed, feeling the pleasure coarsing through me. I try not to let my desire drive me, but it's hard not to coax my orgasm closer and closer when I begin to feel more aroused. Each powerful thrust makes the boy beneath me quivers, and I instinctively look down to his crotch. (if:$DakkaCO is true)[His small cock bobs up and down, each hump of my hips making his tiny member and balls bounce and jiggle. He seems aware of this, because his cheeks are flushes and he tries not to look at them.](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)[With his member locked in a cage, it's difficult to tell if he is truly enjoying our vigorous sex, but the way it bounces up and down with each thrust arouses me to no end.]
"You like that?" I demand of him, and he whimpers beneath me, ears flattening against his head. I move my hand to cup under his chin, forcing him to look up at me as our eyes meet and I thrust into him. I can see the spark in his eyes, the stabs of pleasure that rise to the surface, even if is mind doesn't want to admit it. I lower my head down close to his and he trembles beneath me, reaching up to firmly push at my chest. Still, I lower, tilting his head to the side with my hand and nipping his neck with my teeth. He whines quietly under his breath at the sensation and I feel his innards spasm violently around my cock, betraying his desire.
I can feel the pleasure rising, and I know that I won't last long. It's not because I am pent up, but it is the sheer tightness of Dakka's behind. I can feel every inch of his squeezing, clenching inner walls gripping around my cock, an unfathomable pressure pressing against my length that no-one other than a virgin could manage. My breathing soon grows heavy, and I pant against his neck, my thrusts speeding up only slightly. Pre-cum oozes from the end of my cock, making my movements all the more slick and audible. Dakka's whimpering beneath me only encourages me to thrust harder and faster, and amongst those quiet little pained whimpers, I can hear his heavy breaths and feel his gentle shudders of pleasure.
A grunt escapes my lips, a carnal reaction that I cannot control. I lean back and grasp onto the boy's legs, holding him tightly as I rock my hips back and forth, half of my cock kneading him as an exquisite pleasure rolls over me. I can feel the stab, the quivering ache of pleasure that warns me I've teetered over the edge, and in a matter of moments, I climax.
Another unnecessary groan escapes my lips as a thick, plentiful string of seed shoots into the boy's behind. I slowly push myself forwards into Dakka's behind and make sure that he truly feels the extent of my load inside him, of how much I've cum because of him. He squirms beneath him as I plunge a little deeper than I intend to.
My orgasm faded as soon as it arrived and I reached down, curling my fingers against Dakka's crotch. (if:$DakkaCO is true)[I glide my fingers over his prominent, yet stunted erection, feeling him tense beneath me when my fingers meet his balls.](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)[My fingers trace the line of his chastity cage and I feel it twitch under my assault, desperate to be touched.]
Slowly, I pull beck, spent, leaving Dakka laying on the bed.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof9]]There is no need for words. No apology, no explanation.
I turn to the end table by the bed, reaching around the right hand side to find a small button hidden underneath the wooden surface. It is a standard feature of all these rooms: a discreet 'cleanup' button for a staff member to make arrangements with their product to get cleaned up whilst the client can enjoy the privacy of himself, and himself alone. Some don't like to use it, but I find it suitable in this instance. I press the button and retreat towards the en suite bathroom.(set:$Balance to it - 150000)
There, I turn on the shower and take the time to clean my body completely, taking no less than 20 minutes to scrub my fur and all the important parts in between. When I am finished, I towel myself off and return to the main room to find it empty, the boy missing from the bed. A staff member must have come and taken him as I was cleaning up. The pink collar that Dakka once wore sits on the end of the bed, and I pick it up, holding it between my fingers. He must have left it here, or whoever lead him out did. I decide to keep it, as a little souvenir of the boy whose virginity I took.
I get dressed in silence, wondering how much they will charge me for this session, and also quietly wondering what'll happen to the boy. I've had many a virgin in my time, but whilst it wasn't a first for me, it was definitely a first for him. I consider the connotations of that as I wordlessly put on my clothes. When I am fully dressed, I leave the room with card in hand and return to the lobby.
The woman smiles at me as I approach her reception desk and I hand her the card.
(if:$Balance is <0)["Okay. I've deducted 150,000 from your balance, but..." She grimaces. "You've gone over your allowed amount for this evening, Mr. Von Aldrien. We're now at $Balance."
"I see." I sigh quietly, handing over my card. I tell her to bill me the difference, and I inform her that I won't add anymore to my amount. She nods at me silently as she taps away on the screen and I eventually take the card from her.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)["Hmmm...okay. I've deducted 150,000 from your balance, Mr. Von Aldrien." She informs me, and I offer her nothing but a silent nod. I knew it would be expensive.
"The boy you had your session with has returned to his duties in the bar...should you wish to see him again." She suggested. I stare at her for a moment, before turning away. It's not the worst idea in the world, but there are others.
I still have some balance left, so I should make the most of it.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]I begin in on a series of steady and slow thrusts, taking care to not bury myself too deep as my body demands. I shudder and sigh, and I graze my lips against the side of the boy's cheek. He shies away from my affections, but I press on regardless, drawn in to his scent, his mannerisms and the tight squeezing of his virgin hole.
I thrust down, and the boy arches his back, letting out a strangled grunt. I trace my hand up his body, under his arm, until my large hand meets his throat. His eyes widen as I curl my fingers around the supple flesh of his neck, but I don't apply pressure; instead, I hold it there, a reminder of who is on top, of who is strong and who is weak. His ears fold down submissively and a groan escaped my lips as I pick up speed.
Somehow, I can tell he is enjoying this on some level. The way he arches his back and the way his body clenches with each thrust tells me that there is a degree of pleasure in that pain. That mere concept alone is enough to drive me to thrust a little harder and a little faster than before, my breath coming out in hot, heavy pants that meet the side of his face. I can see by his flushed cheeks that he is well and truly dominated.
"You like that?" I mutter quietly, and a whimper escapes his throat, a sign of a defiant resistance that hasn't yet bore fruit. With a groan, I thrust again and his innards spasm, squeezing around me.
I know I'm close, though I wish I could last longer. It's not that I am pent up, but it is the sheer tightness of his virgin inner walls that drives me to a quick orgasm. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge until I feel a spike, a spasm of pleasure that makes me entire body shudder, and I know I have teetered over the point of no return. I plunge my hips down, and the boy's squeezing is enough to finish me off.
With a sigh, I orgasm. Thick spurts of seed shoot into the boy's behind and I feel the trickle of tears on my thumb, which sits over his jugular, underneath his cheek. His innars squeeze around my throbbing cock as I paint his inner walls with my virile cum, before I push a little further forwards. I want him to take it all, to feel the entirety of my load. It was his body that did this, after all.
When my orgasm inevitably dies down, I withdraw and admire my cum-coated cock for a moment, as well as the boy's used behind.
I wordlessly get to my feet, leaving Dakka sprawled on the bed.
[[Continue.->DakkaWoof9]](if:(history:) contains "Leandros5")[Leandros' name pops up again, along with his brightly coloured face. He's made it clear before that he cleared his schedule specifically for me, and that he'd apply a discount.
I can see underneath that a session with him is only 50,000. If I am desperate for a quick fuck, then he is probably my cheapest choice. Ultimately, however, he is an intriguing individual, and this is his final night at The Sour Pup.
It might be worth going to see him. It also might not.](else:)[Leandros. There is a name that I'm familiar with. As I tap the screen, the small window enlarges to reveal the face of a relatively chipper lion cub. Even on the holoscreen, I remember the boy reasonably well.
He is a 12 year old lion, with a bluish white mane that's only just growing in, a clear indication of his pubescence and change into adulthood, making him not as lucrative as others in the market. It is for that reason that I have seen him in passing, but never tasted his forbidden fruit. It's not to say that I am not interested, but there have been greater temptations.
There is a great deal that Leandros can apparently do, as they explicitly state in his bio that he is 'few limits'. However, the only things that stuck out to me amongst his line-up of accepted fetishes were Master/Slave and BDSM.
Perhaps tonight is a chance for new beginnings. I have passed over Leandros multiple times before, and I know he has been interested in me; when I see him out of his own private room and in the bar or casino, I nearly always catch his lingering gaze. To say he's smitten would be too strong a word, but there is a clear admiration. Perhaps I should finally give him a taste of what he craves.]
[[Order Leandros for a session.->LeandrosI1]]
[[Back out.->Lobby]](if:(history:) contains "Leandros5")[I decide to see Leandros for another, discounted session. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me.
After a quick discussion with the woman at the reception desk, I make my way to the elevators on the left and up towards the designated floor. There, I make my way deeper inwards and towards the door marked '320', which I know to be Leandros' room. After a quick knock, I turn the handle and let myself in.
I find Leandros laying against the bed, a tablet in hand. He looks up when he sees me and beams, scooting forwards on the bed at the sight of me.
(if:(history:) contains "Leandros4a")["Janus! You came back," He smiles with a clear fondness in his eyes. "I'm glad...I was hoping I might see you again before the night is over."
"I thought it might be nice to come and see you." I admit, and he admires me, looking me up and down.
"What's say we get down to it, then? I hope you'll allow me the luxury of being a bit more forward this time." He giggles, and I can't help but smile, if only briefly.
"Let's leave some of the fetishes aside for now, then." I suggest, taking off my jacket and popping the buttons of my shirt.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt1]]](elseif:(history:) contains "Leandros4b")["Mr. Von Aldrien," Leandros smiles, sitting rather daintily, unsure whether to be casual or not. "I'm glad you've come. I was hoping to see you before the night was over."
"Indeed. I thought it might be nice to give you what you want, as a final request." I suggest, and he seems pleased as that.
"Well, if you'll allow me, then...I'd very much like to explore you a little."
"Alright then." I agree, shrugging off my jacket and leaving it by the side of the bed.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt2]]]](else:)[There's a first time for everything, I suppose. Though I'm not sure how good he's going to be, I decide to book Leandros for a session. To my surprise, and admittedly to my relief, he seems to be available immediately, according to the live schedule tracker. The screen flicks around back towards the receptionist and she casually sweeps a glance over the screen, before beaming up at me.
"Room 320. Just knock, Mr. Von Aldrien. I'll remove 75,000 from your balance."
"Of course." I know the routine well enough by now, having used their front desk services on multiple occasions prior. I step to the left and make my way down the small hallway that sits to the right of reception, leading into the elevators. One of the doors swiftly opens and I step inside, pushing the button for the third floor.
It is an uneventful journey to the door of Room 320, and I rap on the door with my knuckles, waiting patiently. I hear a hum from beyond the door and take it as my cue to step inside.
The room is luxurious, built for a modern, minimalistic look. A clean and simple white bed sits directly opposite the door, and sleek-built drawers sit on either side of the bed, as if it were for a couple. The walls are painted white and everything looks remarkably sterile, yet fashionable. I am familiar with the art movement, enough to know this room didn't come cheap. I sweep my gaze over towards the bed and settle my eyes on the white-furred Lion draped across the blankets. He stares at me, jaw hanging open in a mixture of awe and surprise.
"J...Janus Von Aldrien..." The boy stammered, and I offer him nothing but a grunt.
"Indeed." I reply simply as I close the door behind me, popping the buttons of my jacket and draping it over the drawer on the right hand side of the bed. The lion cub scoots towards me with wide eyes, his smile stretched from cheek to cheek. He can barely contain his excitement, from what I can see; his tail flicks to and fro behind him, and his pupils are wide just like any other feline.
"I...I, well..." The boy doesnt't know what to say, before lidding his gaze. "Um...I am yours to command for the evening."
"Yes, you are. For the length of this session, refer to me as Master only." I tell him, and he bats his eyelashes at me, nodding ever so subtly.
[[Continue.->Leandros1]]]I'm satisfied that Leandros will do as I demand, for his very bio at the front desk claimed obedience and few limits. I stride across the room towards a minimalistic wardrobe sitting on the left hand side, already aware of what probably lay inside. My fingers meet the handle and I swing both sides open. Before me is a series of tools and apparatus to be built up, as well as suits hung up in the middle. It's a reliquary of BDSM gear and clothing, and I am going to make the most of it.
"Is there anything you'd like to do in particular, master?" The boy asked sweetly, barely above a whisper in the most sultry and boyish tone he could muster. I reach out and grab a small spreader bar that hangs by the cuff, as well as some handcuffs and a simple ball gag. This should suffice for now.
As I turn to show him what's in my hands, his eyes light up, and the smile reaches his face. Something tells me, however, that it isn't quite what he would have liked to do. Regardless, I know what I want. I step across the room and he slides forward to meet me, his hands reaching out to run across my hips and immediately towards my crotch.
I don't scold him as he begins to undress me, and I toss the BDSM gear onto the bed for now, as I plan to set him up later. I stand and watch as his hands dexterously pop the button of my formal trousers, and they slide to the floor, unsupported by my belt. Leandros leans his head forward and presses it firmly into the outline of my cock in my underwear, and he groans under his breath, taking in my scent. I reach a hand out to stroke the back of his head and he seems to enjoy the brief affection that I give him. His hands snake up to the waistband of my underwear and he tugs them down over my masculine cheeks. My half-hard member, slowly pulsing to full-mast, bobs from my underwear after the head was coaxed free from the elastic band. Leandros immediately puses his lips around the head of my member and I feel the roughness of his sandpaper-like tongue against the underside of my cock. Each grating inch of his tongue sends a spark of pleasure and quiet discomfort up my spine and I find myself rather aroused by it.
The boy bows his head as I reach up to pop the buttons of my shirt, one by one, until it can part completely. I let it slide down my shoulders and I toss it onto the floor, admiring the way the lion's mouth can take nearly all of my cock so easily. I place my hand back on the back of his head and force him down, pushing the entirety of my cock across his tongue and down into his throat. His eyes widen for a moment, but he doesn't gag nor resist. Instead, he simple takes it. I hold him there for a few moments or more, relishing the sensation of his spasming throat, before pulling back, a sigh escaping my lips.
"Good boy," I mutter. "It's good to have a slave who knows how to take a cock."
"I'm glad you like, master..." He replies, his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy. "Should we move onto the main course?"
[[Continue.->Leandros2]]A grumble escapes my lips. He's right, there's no sense in wasting time, though the feel of his mouth was truly quite pleasurable. I give him a simple gesture and he obeys it instantly, turning around so that his rear end was facing my body. I reach over and pick up the spreader bar that sits on the bed, bringing it over to the boy's ankles. He clipped them in and unfastened the bolt in the middle so that he could extend the bar out, spreading the lion's legs rather substantially. Leandros let out a quiet giggle as my hands ran up his naked legs and towards his rear end, squeezing his plush cheeks with my thumbs.
I climb up onto the bed, scooting across on my knees and dragging the boy with me in front. My hands reach for the handcuffs, and I clasp them around his wrists, holding him up by the chain that link the two of them together. I ease the chain towards the head of the bed, where I slip it onto a conveniently placed hook built into the headboard, presumably for such an occasion. With that, I lean over, pressing the length of my body up against the 12 year old's lithe body.
"Are you ready, slave?" I mutter into his hear, and I hear a quiet groan in response. The length of his erect cock lines up against his behind, and I roll my hips, making the length of my cock plainly obvious as it glides between his cheeks, smearing spittle across his behind. I reach for the final piece of equipment, the ball gag, and I lean over with enough dexterity to use both hands to wrap it around his mouth. The gag sits neatly between his teeth and he offers me a little whimper, putting on the act of a disobedient, resisting boy. The thought stirs me, if only a little, and I lean back after clasping the gag around the back of his head. I curl a hand around his hips, grasping the base of my cock with the other. Slowly, I ease my hips back and wedge the head of my thick, 'humanoid' cock between the boy's cheeks. My tip meets his pucker, who had seen countless men before me. With a sharp push, I enter into him, my pre-cum providing enough lubrication for now. The feline lets out a grunt and his body instinctively leans forward against my thrust. I dig my fingers into his hip and tug him back against my cock, embedding myself halfway into him.
"There's a good kitten. Clench for me." I demand, and I feel his innards grip down, clenching around every available inch of my length. With a shuddering groan, I meet my other hand with his other hip, and drag him further onto my member. Though he whimpers and groans through the gag, I can feel him still obediently clenching around me, gripping tightly as I hilt up to my pelvis.
I begin to thrust, slowly at first, taking care to ease my member back and forth without going too hard. As much as I want to be rough, I don't want to ruin the boy.
[[Continue.->Leandros3]]With every thrust, I can feel Leandros' innards clenching around me, and I hear his little whimpers, his grunts and gasps of pleasure and discomfort as my mostly dry member rams into him. The pre-cum oozing from my tip is slowly helping to ease my thrusts, until the air begins to fill with wet slaps as my pelvis meets his behind.
I lean over, propping myself up with a palm as I gyrate my hips into him, enjoying the sensation of his tight, young ass around my cock. I can feel his hammering heartbeat through his chest, feel every tense of his muscles. I breathe heavily into his air, panting and grunting with my own physical exertion. My augments make it easy to keep my stamina up, but I'm sure my heavy breaths in his ear would tantalise him.
"Moan for me, slave." I demand, and he lets out a quivering wail in response, a mixture of a cry and a moan that only encourages me to thrust harder and faster, stirred by desire and uncontrollable lust. My fingers dig against my flesh as I grip him, using him how I wish. The feline arches his back and I sneak my free hand from his hip around to his crotch. My digits meet with the member between his legs, the small cock resting against my fingers, warm and pulsing. As I drag my fingers along, I make out the outline of a glans, and a humanoid-like end. The lion quivers at my touch and he angles his head, looking at me with wide eyes that twinkle with a hidden awe.
With each thrust, I can feel myself reaching an inevitable climax. The lion was remarkably tight and, if I am so inclined, I could probably go for longer. I slow myself just a little and the lion squirms, indicating he wants me to go harder. A unrestrained growl escapes my lips as I thrust into him, hard, and he lets out a weak gasp in response. I pick up the pace for his own benefit and his heavy breaths soon turn into sharp, rapid moans that meet my every powerful and heavy thrust.
The quicker that I fuck him, the closer I feel. Soon enough, I can feel the shudder that runs through me, a clear reminder that I've teetered over the point of no return. My breathing grows heavy as my chest heaves up and down, an intense knot forming within my loins that grows unbearable. I plunge myself into him and the lion boy cries out. I curl my free hand around his chest and pound back and forth a few inches, coaxing myself to orgasm.
In an instant, my muscles loosen and a sickening wave of pleasure washes over my body. I can feel tender throb of my cock, enclosed around those velvety, warm inner walls. I orgasm into him, unloading myself entirely as my balls tuck up against my body. Leandros shudders beneath me, groaning under his breath.
[[Continue.->Leandros4]]I slowly roll over, withdrawing from him as I move to lay on my back. I admire Leandros in his stuck position for a moment, his ass leaking my cum, before I reach up to unhook the handcruss from the hook at the head of the bed. He graciously offers a sigh and rolls, the spreader back making it difficult for him to lay properly. It is enough, however.
I sidle a little closer and admired his aching erection, pulsing against his stomach, and I think it fitting to give my slave an apt reward for his service. I slide my hand underneath him and cuddle him up to my body as I reach a hand out, stroking it along his plush, fuzzy stomach, before reaching his cock. He immediately tenses once more when my digits wrap firmly around his small, 4 inch length. I watch his expression as I begin to jerk him off, and his cheeks flush visibly. He clenches his eyes shut and I pick up the pace, feeling him squirm against me, groaning through the ball gag as best as he can.
"You want to cum, don't you, slave? Tell me how much you want it." I whisper into his ear, and he cries out again, with a much greater intensity then before. I chuckle to myself, immersing myself in the role of a benevolent master as I pump my large hand up and down, the majority of his cock hidden amongst my large fingers. He begins to hump up against my hand, and I let him, admiring the way he instinctively bucks and whimpers, close to his orgasm.
Suddenly, he stops, a shaky exhale escaping past the ball gag as his very body melts against me. I watch the little dribbles of cum seep from the end of his humanoid cock, oozing down onto my cum. As I drag the foreskin back up, I admire the way his glans flares a little against my digits, and watch as the cum pools up around the rim of his foreskin and onto my fingers. I remove my hand after a while, casually lapping at my digits to clean myself off.
He lays there, panting, his gaze flicking between me and the rest of the room. His eyes twinkle with a need beyond that of sexual desire. Something tells me he wants a little bit of company. I don't know if I particularly want to give it to him.
[[Give him some company.->Leandros4a]]
[[Leave.->Leandros4b]]I decide it might be nice to give him some company. The way he looks at me tells me he wants it.
I reach up and easily undo the handcuffs, which for all intents and purposes were duds anyway, and hi-tech enough to not really lock in properly if you tried. Leandros immediately brings his free hands to the gag around his mouth as I reach down to unclip the spreader bar from his ankles. We don't have much use for the rest of it now, anyway. I toss them aside, the bar making a quiet //thunk// as it hits the floor on the other side of the bed. Once I relax back into a suitable position, Leandros immediately curls up against my body, pressing into my chest. I can hear him purring.
"Mmh...thank you for that, Mr. Von Aldrien," He murmurs into my chest. "I've wanted you for so long...it makes me happy to know you'll be my last client."
"Hmm? Last?" I'm curious to know what he means, and he shifts his head so that his eyes can meet mine, a peculiar twinkle within them.
"It's a long story," He admits with a giggle. "...Do you want to hear it?"
"I suppose I can." I admit, though I don't think I'll be all that interested. Regardless, I find myself intrigued.
The boy doesn't seem to know where to begin as first, his face twisting into an unreadable expression. I find his face rather endearing in that pose.
"Hmm...well, I knew someone, let's say. And, well...I was made to serve them." He explains.
"Like a biosynthetic?" I'm not unfamiliar with the term, having seen and used a handful of time in my time. They're not strictly illegal in certain areas of the galaxy and they can prove to be effective, if the genes are right.
"Indeed," He agrees, looking glad that I understand. "He created me to be the ultimate doting pet...but I suppose that, after a while, he grew bored. He left me on the doorstep of this place, and..."
I can only imagine that it's like. I can't say that I emphathise completely, but those who are brought up and made to live under a certain purpose tend to break when their very existence for being suddenly becomes unnecessary.
[[Continue.->Leandros4a2]]As much as I might like to stay, I have other matters to attend to.
"My apologies, Leandros," I sit up, unclasping the handcuffs with ease from his wrists, the hi-tech braces easy to unlock. "I have other things to attend to, so I will be leaving you for now."
Leandros looks disappointed, but there's not much else I can tell him. I stand and move over towards my clothes, tugging on my underwear and trousers as, out the corner of my eye, the lion by takes off the gag and dexterously begins to unclasp the spreader bar from his ankles.
"Okay..." He mutters, looking defleated. "But, um, if you want to come back, I can always make room for you. This is my last day here, so..."
"Your last day?" I remark, curious as I reach for my shirt.
"Uh-huh," He elaborates. "I'm having my memory wiped and my body redone tomorrow. So..."
"I might." I don't give him any promises, and whilst I feel bad for giving him some false hope, the potential is still there. His deflated expression lights up and he seems pleased.
"Okay! I'll be waiting for you. My schedule is free, so..." He fidgets awkwardly as I slip on my jacket.
"Alright. I might see you then." I give him a final glance, before heading towards the door and stepping through, closing it behind me.
[[Continue.->Leandros5]]"So...what? Do you plan to off yourself tonight?" I find myself saying, and his eyes widen for a moment, before he giggles.
"No," He elaborated. "I've been saving up little bits here and there. The boss gives me a cut of the price for each session, in return for being down for a lot of different things...but I've finally saved up to start a new life."
"Planning to go somewhere nice?" I ask wryly. "I don't think a vacation is going to fix you."
"Mmh. You're very perceptive, Mr. Von Aldrien...it's that perceptiveness that I want to strive towards," His eyes twinkle again with admiration. "No. I'm going to wipe my memory, get a new body, and start anew somewhere fresh."
"That's..." Admirable. Brave. Courageous. All these words come to mind, yet I'm not sure which suits.
"Dangerous?" The lion lids his gaze, and I find myself in surprise, albeit only a little.
"...Indeed. How do you know if someone's going to take care of you?" I find myself caring. Why am I caring? Yet, I cannot pull myself away. I am driven by a desire to know.
"I don't," The lion admits. "That's the beauty of it, I suppose. But, I do know that I want to aspire to be like you, Mr. Von Aldrien. Stoic, successful, handsome...I don't want to copy you, but I want those traits. I want to be strong."
"I'm sure you can be." The words felt hollow in my mouth, if only because I cannot be certain if he will or won't. It would be some dark, twisted irony if he found himself back here again in a new body, with no recollection of his past life.
"In any case...is it okay if I scribble a few things down?" The boy asked. "Things like, well...the size of your dick, for one."
"...Sure. Why not?"
[[Continue.->Leandros4a3]]With a grin, Leandros heaves himself off of me and scoots over the bed towards the left hand side, and I watch him for a moment, seeing the excitement in every fibre of his being. I wonder if he'll do alright in the future.
He retrieves a pen and paper from the drawer and then scoots back over towards the bed. I watch him move to sit between my legs, and he grasps my limp, flaccid cock within his hands, giving it a few quick and eager strokes. Then, suddenly, he lets go and jots something down on the paper with a pen.
"So, what's it like? If you don't mind me asking." Leandros asks, stroking my cock a little more. It doesn't take much to get me to stiffen up a little, and I nonchalantly lay there with my hands placed atop my stomach, admiring the way he gropes me.
"What's what like?" I reply, and Leandros takes a moment to purse his lips over the end of my cock, where some of the cum still seeps out and were my member is probably the 'stickiest'. He pops his lips from the tip and writes something down again.
"Being super wealthy, and famous. I haven't had the luxury myself." He admits.
"It's not all glamour, as you might expect. In fact, it's incredibly difficult to have even a modicum of privacy. Especially in today's technological age..." I reply, sighing briefly under my breath as he coaxes me to full mast. My 7 inch cock pulses in his hands and he looks it up and down, gauging my measurements and writing them down. He swirls his tongue around the tip again and I can't help but groan slightly under my breath.
"Mhmm, mhmm," He responds to me. "But it must be nice, right? To get everything you've ever wanted?"
"It can be," I reply. "But the first lesson you learn is that there are some things even money cannot buy you."
He pauses for a moment to eye me from behind my turgid member, his gaze lidded as his lips slide into a frown.
"That's really cliché, Mr. Von Aldrien."
[[Continue.->Leandros4a4]]"Well, I think I have everything I need."
Leandros removes his hands from my cock and places the pen and paper aside, slowly crawling up my body and laying himself against my chest and stomach. Oddly, I find myself not minding it, nor do I mind him not finishing. There are other boys and girls to do that for him.
"So this is your last day, is it?" I remark, and he nods, offering me an apologetic grin.
"I've asked the boss to clear my schedule for anyone but you," He admits. "I've worked here for years, so he granted me my last request. I was sort of losing hope that you might not come, so...I'm glad you did."
"I'll admit, I hadn't considered your before," I tell him. "Though not because you would make for bad company."
"You flatter me," He blushes somewhat, grinning. "But I understand. Sometimes I don't really act my age...or the age I seem to be. I feel more like I'm 16 than 12."
"It's a good thing you're getting a new body then." I muse, and he hums in agreement.
"I still have time," He admits. "If you want to go and have your fill then you can, but...if you come back, I wouldn't mind working for a little extra pocket change."
I find myself chuckling, though I'm not sure why. Slowly, I roll the two of us over, pinning the boy down against the bed. I run my hands over his body for a moment before leaning back.
"If I decide to come back, you'll know." I tease, leaving him wanting. He pouts in my direction, but there is no resentment in his eyes, no lingering regret. He sits up and watches as I heave myself off the bed and tug my clothes on. I can shower a little later.
"Catch you later, Mr. Von Aldrien." He smiles, and I case a glance back at him.
"Since this is your final night...you can just call me Janus." I don't normally give permission to use my middle name so often. The privlege of using it doesn't fall on deaf ears, and his eyes widen in response to my statement.
With a final parting glance, I adjust my clothes and step out of the room, closing it behind me.
[[Continue.->Leandros5]]I make my way back down to the lobby area.
"Was everything in order, Mr. Von Aldrien?" The woman at the reception desk asks me, and I grunt as I linger there for a moment. She no doubt wants to remind me that an amount has been deducted from my balance.
(if:(history:) contains "Leandros5")[(set:$Balance to it - 50000)(if:$Balance is <0)[The receptionist smiles at me as I approach, before she offers something that could only be considered 'apologetic'.
"I'm afraid that, despite the discounted amount, you've gone over your budget for the evening, Mr. Von Aldrien."
With a grunt, I hand over my card so that she can charge me the difference. I hadn't expected to run over tonight, but accidents happen.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)["With your discount, we've deducted 50,000 from your current balance." She tells me, and I nod to her.
"What's the remaining balance?" I asked.
"$Balance, sir." She tells me, and I nod at her, before turning to face the lobby. With a sigh, I heave myself up and go about my business.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]](else:)[(set:$Balance to it - 75000)(if:$Balance is <0)[The receptionist smiles at me as I approach, before she offers something that could only be considered 'apologetic'.
"I'm afraid that, despite the low amount, you've gone over your budget for the evening, Mr. Von Aldrien."
With a grunt, I hand over my card so that she can charge me the difference. I hadn't expected to run over tonight, but accidents happen.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)["We've deducted 75,000 from your balance," She explains, as if on cue. "It seems that...Leandros has extended a discount offer to you. If you want to see him again, it'll only be 50,000."
I thank her and turn, taking in the lobby around me.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]]As my shirt falls from around my shoulders, I watch Leandros hungrily drink in the sight of my naked upper half, running his gaze over my chiseled muscles.
I step towards the bed, my hand trailing over the soft, velvety covers, before I clamber up onto the covers and slide into a comfortable position on my back, my head pushed up against the headboard. I watch with a quiet chuckle as Leandros climbs over me, slinking his way along my body until he lays across the length of my front, his head resting on my chest.
"Mmh. Is this body all yours?" He asks, and the direct question coaxes a small smile to my lips. He's spunky. It's a little endearing.
"Not all of it, but most of it is." I reply to him, being more or less truthful. I train and work out to make sure I'm in peak physical condition, but I would be lying if I said that it was down to my own efforts alone. In the current technological age, it's very easy to have implants that help to trim down fat for even the most simplest of actions, and they're easy to configure.
"Well...I'm not going to lie, you really are quite handsome...especially with those little antlers of yours." He remarks, reaching up to stroke a finger over the rounded end of one of those short appendages, and I watch him with a lidded gaze, my hand sliding up to stroke around his hip.
"I could say the same about you," I remark. "I know you want to change yourself, but...you really are quite beautiful."
He sits up a little and I can see the visible blush on his cheeks. He giggles awkwardly, straddling my stomach, and I greedily run my hands up his body, trailing across his sides and grazing my fingers over the bumps of his ribcages.
"Well, thank you," He clears his throat, averting his gaze. "That's...flattering."
"Didn't keep up that dominant act for long, did you?" I find myself teasing him, though I can't say I'm much of a flirt. His eyes snap to mine and a wicked grin spreads across his face.
"Oh, you want to tease me? I can tease you right back, Janus." He emphasises my name and suddenly pushes his hips back. I can feel every contour of his cheeks and boyish curves rolling right over my crotch and I shudder, feeling a spike of pleasure run through me. My fingers press a little against his hips.
"Cheeky." I mutter with a small smile.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt12]]With my jacket placed on the side, I move towards the bed and climb atop it, rolling over until I'm laying against the blankets, with my rest resting half on the pillows and half on the cushioned headboard. Leandros crawls up against my naked body and runs his hands greedily over the shirt that tightly clings to my toned muscles. He dexterously pops the buttons of the shirt, parting it just a little and admiring my muscles.
"Such a beautiful figure...the peak of male performance." Leandros remarks quietly, bending his head down to pepper my chest with affectionate, worshipping kisses. I reach a hand out to lightly pet along his beck, and much like other felines do, his fur bristles and his tail flicks. I can feel the warm vibrations of his purring as he instinctively grooms me with his sharp tongue, lapping along my well kept fur.
One of his hands reaches down, sliding along my inner thigh until it meets with the outline of my crotch amongst the formal trousers. Even the light kissing against my chest has aroused me a little, and his small hand grasping over the pulsing bulge of my hardening cock makes it uncomfortable for me to restrain my cock much further.
Thankfully, he seems to recognise that, for he slides his fingers up and begins to ease the clip on my trousers, tugging down the zipper and parting them, undoing the belt at the same time. I breathe a relieved sigh as the tightness around my crotch loosens a little, but it loosens even more when Leandros tugs down the front of my underwear, exposing my member in its entirety. My steadily pulsing cock, near enough to full-mast, twitches in the air as the boy tucks the waistband of my underwear underneath my balls.
"Your dick is so..." He trails off, unable to find the words to explain what he feels. Instead, his lips purse around the end of my cock and a groan escapes my lips as I feel his mouth dip, his tongue grazing roughly against the underside of my length. He settles in against me, bowing his head further and further, until he takes the entire thing into his mouth. I feel his throat clench around the end of my cock and I resist the urge to clench my teeth, my body shuddering from the delightful sensation.
He pulls back slowly and begins to bob, a free hand dexterously stroking my cock in unison with his bobbing head whilst the other slides over and gropes my balls. He's surprisingly good at it.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt22]]"Mmh. Keep going." I command him, and he obliges happily, bobbing and slurping until the air grows thick with the sounds of his wet, sloppy blowjob. He takes care to apply a great deal of saliva in the hopes of dampening his slightly rough tongue, and I appreciate his attempts, even if I still feel the occasional jolt of discomfort from that sandpaper-like tongue grazing my cock.
He is a born natural and sucking, and he seems to be good at deepthroating too, from what I can see. He bows his head without hestitation every so often, plunging the length of his cock down my throat and letting his muscles massage me, before he tugs back and reverts to his usual suckling. He angles his head in such a way that the head of my cock glides against the smooth roof of his mouth, stimulating my glans and making me shudder and groan. He knows what he's going, and if he's not careful, I won't last long.
My breathing grows heavy and I sit up just a little, admiring his bobbing head and his occasional fleeting glance in my direction, before I curl a hand around his head and gently stroke him, curling my hands around the back towards his head. He hums gently from the touch and his tail curls this way and that, enjoying the affection. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, and hopefully he is aware of it. If not, he soon will be.
I push him down a little further, coaxing him to take just a little more of the length, and the 12 year old obeys, his jaw stretch as fast as it can do as he pushes the thick head of my cock down his throat once more. I sigh with relief and idly thrust up against his mouth, taking the reigns for just a moment to make use of his throat. He keeps his head still as I hold it down, bucking my hips against his lips. The spittle oozes from his mouth and trickles down my balls as I thrust relentlessly, close to my climax. I feel the shudder wash over me and I know it's near.
I begin to slow, a sigh escaping my lips as it orgasm into yet another one of Leandros' orifices. He gulps and slurps as I force his head down, shooting my thick load into the boy's throat and directly down into his stomach, before I ease my hand back and give him room to breath. He slides his head back and gasps for air for a moment, before offering me a wide smile and grasping my member, giving it a few firm and pleasurable strokes. He purses his lips around the head of my cock and slurps up the remnants of my climax, before he backs off.
"Mmh. Thanks, Mr. Von Aldrien, for that delicious meal." He teases, and I stare down at him for a moment, sitting forwards.
"Mm. I should go." I admit, knowing I have other matters to attend to. As I get up, he dips his gaze, before crawling up onto the bed and leisurely laying against the covers, blinking at me.(set:$Balance to it - 50000)
"Come back soon, won't you?" He suggests, and I grunt, a small smile playing upon my lips as I cast him a final glance. I take my leave and return to the lobby.
(if:$Balance is <0)["Oh, sir," The receptionist stops me as I walk past her. "I've deducted the amount, but you've gone over your balance."
With a groan, I pay the difference. I suppose my time here is done.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)[The receptionist nods at me as I pass her in the lobby. Seems I still have funds.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]With a grunt, I grasp firmly onto Leandros' hips, pushing my body up against his. A purr escapes his lips, brief and subtle. I know he can feel the twitching of my crotch against his behind. He probably enjoys it.
"A little pent up, are we?" He teases and I can't help but smirk, albeit it only a little. I trace my hand across his body and slink a hand towards his inner thigh, my fingers grazing his little cock. It's already at half-mast, though I'm not surprised, considering his eagerness.
I sit up slowly, scooting backwards until the length of my spine presses against the cushioned headboard. Leandros blinks up at me in surprise, his knees pressing into the covers and I pull him closer, trailing an explorative finger up his back.
"What're you doing?" He giggles, leaning up against me with a sly grin.
"Enjoying you." I reply rather simply, dipping my head down. I run my mouth over his neck and down towards his shoulder, and he trembles a little beneath me, a nervous giggle escaping his lips.
"Mmh..." He groans. "Quite different from the first time."
"I'm not a monster, you know." I point out, and he hums his agreement of that statement as he wiggles on my lap, pushing his rear down against my crotch. It's beginning to get a little uncomfortable, so I reach down and pry the button free from it's housing, tugging the zipper down to alleviate some of the pressure.
"You wanna fuck me?" Leandros asks in a quiet, husky voice, his tone dripping with arousal. I can feel his erection poking my stomach. A growl escapes my lips before I can stop it, and he trembles beneath me like a fragile toy. I reach down, wedging my thumbs between my hips and my clothes, and I shimmy them down over my manly hips, exposing my erect cock. His cheeks settle down against the length of my member and a groan escapes my lips.
"Yes. I very much want to fuck you." I make my intentions evidently clear, and he reaches his hands up to wrap around my shoulders, curling his head down against my neck. I can feel the warm laps of his grooming tongue.
"Fuck me." He whispers through parted lips. I don't need to be told twice.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt13]]With little effort, I sink into him. His ring stretches to accommodate me and he elicits a warm groan against my flesh, and I feel his hot breath on my fur. His insides clench and squeeze like a vice as my fingers firmly grasp his buttocks, squeezing a cheek in each hand.
He sinks deeper and deeper, until his behind meets with my pelvis. My cock throbs powerfully within him and his muscles spasm in response, his breath coming out in quiet, laboured pants. With a sigh, I roll my hips against him, gyrating my body against his fragile down. I knead my cock around his insides, and he slowly rises and lowers his behind, if only by a couple of inches. We rock in rhythmic, sensual pleasure, breathing heavily against one-another. It's arguably the most intimate experience I've ever had.
"Janus..." He breathily moans my name and I can't help but groan in response, my fingers digging against his skin, gripping a little too tightly than I have planned. I'm overcome with pleasure, with desire and lust. He has that affect on me. I almost regret not taking him sooner and leaving him until his last day.
I rock a little harder. His insides are so warm and tight, so delightfully inviting, that it's hard to last very long. Not to mention the warmth of his body up against mind is an aid to that orgasm, the feel of his panting breath against my skin, his shuddering body and aching cock against my own toned frame. I bow my head down and pepper his neck with little laps and licks, resisting the urge to roll us both over and take him.
I slide my hands up his body and pry him off me, peeling him back so I can admire his body and, more importantly, his cock. His member twitches wildly with each rock of my hips, a little string of pre-cum hanging between his tip and the fur on my stomach. I reach down, grasping his member and giving it a few leisurely strokes. Leandros lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes, relishing the delightful sensations as I rapidly stroke and tug on his cock.
His breathing soon turns heavy, as does mine. Both of us know we are close, but I am strangely more concerned that he orgasms, rather than myself. Regardless, I cannot control my body's desires, and I find myself lightly thrusting up against him, my feet planted against the covers to steady myself. The boy's chest begins to heave, and I feel the droplets of pre-cum on my fingers. He's close.
[[Continue.->LeandrosAlt14]]With a sigh, he climaxes, spurting tiny dribbles of cum against my fingers as I wildly masturbate him, pounding my hand up and down. With each throb of his cock, I feel his behind clenching down, and the tight squeezing is enough to coax me to my end as well. I plunge my hips up and use my other hand to force him down onto my cock. My member wildly twitches with him and I paint his inner walls with cum for yet another time.
The two of us sit there panting for a moment, exhausted and spent, before Leandros leans forward and curls up against my chest. I put my arms around him, nestling him down against my body and leaning by head back, my breathing still heavy and laboured. The augments in my body quickly alleviate my fatigue and my breath turns to normal in a matter of moments.
(if:(history:) contains "LeandrosAlt14")[We lay there for a while and find ourselves getting into all sorts of conversations. Leandros tells me how he was designed for good pillow talk, and I'll admit that he is quite good at it as well: he's remarkably intelligent for a boy his age, though he explained that too: he ages a lot slower than most.
Eventually, however, I have to take my leave. He looks sad to see me go, understandably. If I feel so inclined later, I should come back. Something tells me he could use the company for a little while.
(if:$Balance is <0)[As I step into the lobby, the receptionist gestures me over, and I make my way towards her.
"I've deducted the required amount from your balance, but...I'm afraid you've gone over your budgeted limit."
"I see." I grimace and pay the difference, knowing better than to leave them out of pocket. I suppose I won't be seeing Leandros again after all.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)[[[Continue.->Lobby]]]](else:)["Janus..." The boy begins, leaning back for a moment and curling his hands against my fur. "...I'm going to miss you."
"We've only met a few times." I say, just a little bit flattered, but also rather confused. The lion boy bows his head and I run my hands over his white fur, wondering what he's thinking.
"I've admired you for a long time. Your body, your success, the way you hold yourself...you're everything I've wanted to be. You're even a gentleman in the bedroom, it's..." He gritted his teeth and sighed with frustration. "I'm going to be sad that I'll forget you."
"...Well," I begin, thinking that this is a bad idea to say. "I could always come find you again...maybe."
"Flattering, but...I don't know what good it'll do. I won't be me, you know." He chuckled. "But okay, I guess. I'll tell you the name I'm going to pick."
He leans forward, pressing his muzzle near my ear. He whispers a single name and my eyes widen in surprise. Surely not.
I don't press him on it. We sit there for a while longer and cuddle, idly talking, before I get dressed and take my leave. This may be the last time I ever see him like this. If I get the chance, I should come back.
(if:$Balance is <0)[As I step into the lobby, the receptionist gestures me over, and I make my way towards her.
"I've deducted the required amount from your balance, but...I'm afraid you've gone over your budgeted limit."
"I see." I grimace and pay the difference, knowing better than to leave them out of pocket. I suppose I won't be seeing Leandros again after all.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)[[[Continue.->Lobby]]]](if:(history:) contains "Poly5")[I bring up Poly's bio again. She was a good lay, but she's expensive for what she offers.
Then again, I can empathise with the price, being a businessman myself. Those who are used for rape and violence tend not to last long: one wrong client and your product is no longer able to be used. A sad and shocking truth, and one that I don't care to dwell on.
If I have the spare funds, it might be worthwhile.](else:)[Curious at the name 'Poly', I tap the icon on what appears to be a sad-looking fox and bring it up onto the screen.
She is 8, and what looks to be a fairly recent intake, given her lack of a bio. There's very little about her other than her basic measurements: she is short, and at best apparently considered 'shy, but clever'. The rest of her bio makes a number of off-handed mentions to 'wanderfoot', labelling her as such, with a few remarks about how she was difficult to capture and contain. I would arguably wonder about the competency of my work force if they failed to capture an 8 year old child, but from what passing comments I've heard about 'wanderfoots', they're not exactly easy to track down. Some call them troublemakers, other 'adventurers', but one defining feature is that they never stay captive for long. Peculiar, then, how she ended up here. It will be interesting to see if she lives up to her reputation.
I find myself a little intrigued as my eyes graze over the list of allowed fetishes.
Though The Sour Pup is an upper class establishment intent on providing the best quality service for young escorts, there are, of course, certain outliers to that. No-one would like to admit it, but there are plenty of men and women, admittedly myself included, who enjoy something a little more forced, and take pleasure in the squirming, scared faces of their victims. I don't want to say I have a sadistic streak, but in my line of work, it helps to have a chance to blow off some steam, as it were.
She looks cute. Her picture sports her in childish black dress with spectacles on the end of her nose, and I notice she had blonde hair with measurable bangs in the front. Overall, a fairly attractive young kit.
Her price starts at 125,000. Unsurprising, given the allowed fetishes.]
[[Purchase a session.->PolyI1]]
[[Leave.->Lobby]]Overwhelmed with intrigued and desire, I decide it might be interesting to purchase a session with her and see where things lead. The woman behind the desk gives me a curt nod at my selection and avoids meeting my gaze. So she should.
"I'll deduct the cost from your balance, sir," She tells me. "Room 120. I'll have you buzzed in."
With a nod, I step to my left and enter into the elevator on the left hand side of reception, punching the number for the first floor. The Sour Pup is an establishment which actually has most of its rooms underground, so the elevator descends, rather than the opposite.
The doors swing open eventually and I step out onto a spacious hallway, fit for an expensive hotel. I stride down the corridor, passing a couple of people, before I find Room 120. I don't knock: I simply turn the handle and let myself in.
The room is a sleek back, presumably to match the attire I had seen of Poly from her bio. I sweep my gaze around the room and notice it's relatively minimalistic, if a little futuristic, but the bed itself seems a little archaic. There she sits, Poly, stop of the covers. She isn't wearing the dress like she was in the picture. In fact, she is stark naked. She has her knees curled up to her chest and she has her arms wrapped around them. Something tells me that she had likely sat like that for some time, and presumably tightened her grip when I entered the room.
I did not need to give her my sympathy. I did not need to console her. As much as it might pain others, I was here for one thing alone. I step across the room, shrugging off my jacket and placing it aside, at the corner of the bed. She tenses, her eyes growing wide as I begin to loosen the buttons of my shirt, before dipping to unclasp my belt. She scurried backwards as far as she could, until her head met with the headboard. I stared directly into her sharp blue eyes as I remove my shirt, placing it atop my jacket. I let my pants fall around my flat hips, revealing the underwear I had on underneath. She takes one look down towards my crotch, before back up to me, and begins shaking her head. Her breathing begins to quicken and my cold eyes meet her fearful gaze.
[[Continue.->Poly2]]I step around the bed as she scoots towards the other side, her eyes darting towards the door. However, she doesn't move: I assume, perhaps rightfully, that she has tried to escape before and been unable to do so. I reach one of the end tables by the bed and look in the drawer to find some lubricant, ready to use. It's like this in every room.
With that, I set it down on the bed and remove my underwear, tugging it down until it meets my plantigrade ankles. I step out of it and she averts her gaze from my member, already half-hard at the thought of her supple, naked body. Some might call me disgusting. Others, shallow. But I have no pride when it comes to this.
I press my knee onto the bed and begin to climb onto it, moving forwards on all fours. She begins to move away from me, and I reach out to grab her by the ankle, pulling her towards me. Almost immediately, she begins to cry out, fighting against me and batting her free digitrade paw against my chest and arm. I manage to wrangle with other leg after taking some time to actually grasp it, and I force her legs apart, tugging her close and sliding myself between them. She doesn't have the dexterity to hike her legs back and beat against me, so she is forced to lay beneath me, my hips meeting her body. She squirms and sniffles beneath me, and to avoid her making a fuss, I jam a hand over her mouth. Her eyes suddenly widen and she reaches up to grab my forearm with both hands, attempting to dig her fingers in. Her nails, however, had been filed down. She cannot pierce my skin.
"Stop resisting," I tell her. "You know this is happening."
Despite that, she still tries to pull away from me, attempting to use my arm as a crutch. I push my hand down against her mouth a little harder, pressing her head in against the bed covers. She's powerless beneath me. My stregnth is simply far greater, even without my augments.
With my free hand, I reach across for the lubricant, and take a moment to look over her body as I bring it closer. She has supple flesh, her chest and stomach a lighter shade than the rest of her blonde-ish body. She is pristinely kept, her fur suzzy and well groomed. I run my hand across her androgynous body, my thumbs grazing her soft, flat tits that haven't yet bore fruit. Finally, I lower my gaze to the mound of her pussy, the inviting lips that are pinkish and delicate. I trace a thumb over the entrance and she quivers beneath me, and I feel the dampness of her tears against my hand.
I reach for the bottle again and smear lubricant over the length of my thick, 7 inch cock. I work it in with a hand, before angling it down and kissing the head of my cock to her pussy. She resists me at first, but she's unable to stop me as I push my hips forwards, forcing my cock into her budding entrance.
[[Continue.->Poly3]]I sigh with pleasure, closing my eyes and relishing the sensations of her quivering, clenching vaginal walls. I've barely made much of a dent in her, but she's very young, and I don't think I can sink deep into her without breaking her delicate, young body. Her eyes widen beneath me as I press into her and I prop myself up with my other hand, still holding her by the mouth as I move deeper and deeper. I stare right into her eyes and she blinks back up at me, her eyes pleading with me to stop. I silently refuse.
Deeper and deeper my cock sinks, until my cock inevitably meets some resistance within her, and I assume it's her cervix, the inexplicably tight entrance within her that bars all passage. I'm only about halfway in, and it's arguably more than I expected her to be: I can only assume other patrons of The Sour Pup have had their turn with her before. Despite being used previously, probably many times however, she is remarkably tight, and every inch of her flesh clenches around me, gripping harder than any ass I've ever fucked.
I tug back, feeling her innards gripping around me, almost as if they don't want me to withdraw. I know better than to assume she wants this-- after all, that //is// the whole point of it. Once the edges of my glans meet her entrance again, I push forwards, sliding back into her and meeting the same resistance as before. My hard thrust makes her cry out, muffled, between my fingers.
I begin in on a series of thrusts, and she attempts to resist me, though her efforts are clearly futile. She squirms and sobs against my hand as I use her for my own need, my cock sliding in and out of her and pumping her tight, squeezing pussy with my length. She began to squirm with a great ferocity after not too long, and I was momentarily left to wonder what it was that was wrong with her.
Then, as I thrust, the air was filled with a thick, wet //squelch.// I look down as I plunge my cock and see a yellowish fluid spurt out from around my cock, splattering my crotch and dribbling down onto the bed. It doesn't take much for me to guess what it was: urine. The girl was pissing herself, even with the stimulation or with the fright, or perhaps even both.
I tugged back and thrust again. A little bit of watersports wouldn't hinder me.
[[Continue.->Poly4]]I begin to thrust harder and harder, aware of both her limitations and my own impending orgasm. I can already feel the pleasure building, but I make an effort not to let it show, for now. I'm content to stare at her weeping face, her wild and fearful eyes as my hand grips harshly over her mouth, stopping all sounds from escaping. Each wet slap of my hips seems to turn me on even more: the sounds of our sex driving to thrust faster than before.
I'm impatient, so I look for a change of position. Grasping her firmly by the hips, I withdraw and unceremoniously flip her over as she cries out, whimpering and sobbing as I force her head down into the covers of the bed. Her legs are forced apart drastically as I use my other hand to prop her up and take her from behind, thrusting into her again. The urine sloshes around my cock and dribbles from her as I pound down into her tight cunt, and I feel every inch of her innards clamping down around me. This new position frightens her, but it only seeks to turn me on.
"You like that?" I grunt, though I know she doesn't. "I'm breeding your tight fucking cunt."
I hear her muffled wails as she clutches to the bed, her small hands curling around the covers. I thrust again, harder this time, and her entire body spasms and squeezes down against me. She still can't take all of me yet, but that's fine-- either she will loosen up, or she will push me back. Either way, I am not stopping.
My quiet panting quickly turns into heavy, brutish pants as I pound harder and harder down into her, every other thrust eliciting a cry and a sob from her muffled mouth as my cock wedges against her cervix, over and over. She tries to push up against my hand, but she's unable to fight against my sheer strength. I am a grown man, and she is but a small girl, a pathetic thing made for sex. She will never get the upper hand on me.
I do not relent, not until I my muscles ache for rest. I had been thrusting for quite some time, the air filled with the wet and slippery sounds of out heated, forced sex. I was beginning to grow impatient. I tugged back and flipped her around again. I wanted to see the fear and dismay in her eyes as I breed her, as I fill her with my cum. I force my hand back down against her mouth as her teary eyes stare up at me, wild and scared, and I force myself into her again.
[[Continue.->Poly5]](if:(history:) contains "RikkuEnd")[Spotting Rikku in the lobby, I decide it might be interesting to enjoy him for another time. I step across the room towards him, finding him in talks with an older gentleman who seems to enjoy the sight of his girlish clothes on such an androgynous frame.
The man doesn't falter as I approach, but Rikku notices me immediately.
"Hey, Daddy." He turns to me and offers a coy smile, and I find myself smirking in response, a little amused at his relaxed demeanour.
he man next to us quietly fumes for a moment and attempts to speak, but Rikku ignores him completely. I shoot the man a rather indifferent stare, and he blinks at me as if I've just killed his dog.
Seething quietly, clearly sexually frustrated, the man stomps off to find another suitable candidate for his nightly session, and I'm left with Rikku, who blinks up at me happily.
"Wasn't expecting to see you again, Daddy," He admits. "But I'm glad I did. You're nice."
"Thank you, Rikku." I mutter in response, glancing over towards the counter. The receptionist nods in my direction and begins rifling around the desk for a key to a room.
"Shall we?" I offer, and Rikku greedily reaches up to grab my hand. I lead him to the counter and the woman holds out a take. I care it from her and she offers me a smile and a nod. I wordlessly move past her towards the elevator at the end, and it shudders open, allowing us inside.
We make our way up, and I look down at Rikku, who squirms on the spot nervously.
"Nervous?" I ask him, and he blinks up at me, eyes wide, before shaking his head.
"Excited," He sticks out his tongue. "Daddy makes me feel good."
"Good to hear." I smirk a little, knowing that the kid is secretly trying to play into my ego.
The doors to the elevator shudder open, and we step out into the hallway.
[[Continue.->RikkuI2]]](else:)[Admittedly, the majority of the boys and girls in the lobby were not really up to the standard I would like. Well, 'standard' might be a particularly strong word-- they just aren't particularly my style. I am curious, however, about the slender-built, prettily-dressed boy who had caught the attention of another wealthy businessman.
It is what I could clearly see, or perhaps just assume, to be an 8 year old boy, with a short crop of unkempt blue hair atop its otherwise grey and black furred head and body. He is dressed in a long and flowing pink dress, and he stands as if such a garment is normal for him to wear. From the hem of his dress, I catch sight of multiple tails poking out, each moving of its own accord, and a pair of tiny black wings sit on his back.
The man he has enthralled seems utterly smitten with him, and whilst I would go as far as to say that I am too, I am certainly more than a little intrigued. I make my way over.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind this little interruption." I speak clearly and the businessman notices and recognises me immediately. The colour drains from his face and he looks between the boy and myself, his face twisting into one of frustration. He eventually relents and backs off, not even acknowledging my greeting before taking his leave in a relatively brisk fashion.
"Aw..." The boy sounds genuinely disappointed, but his eyes shoot up to meet mine and a wide grin spreads across his face. Clearly, he's quite happy with his 'replacement'. I stare down at him.
"Your name?" I ask simply, professional and to the point.
"Rikku, sir." He's polite, too. With a grunt and the beginnings of a small smile, I reach out my hand and he places his in my own. I lead him across the room and to the front desk, who must have seen the entire ordeal, for she passed me a way and nodded her head. I look down at the card. Room 150.
"What kind of things do you like to do, Rikku?" I ask him, and he blinks up at me as we approach the elevator.
"Um..." He begins as the elevator doors shudder open and we step inside. "I don't know. Lots of other biiiig people like to use a leash and all sorts of other things.
"Do they, now?" That's interesting enough to hear. The mystery of picking up a boy randomly in the lobby means that you never know what they'll like. Then again, they're meant to cater to you.
"Does it make you feel good?" I ask him, and he nods eagerly, leaning into my side a little. I chuckle quietly as the elevator doors shudder open and we step out.
[[Continue.->RikkuI2]]]I pop the buttons of my jacket, placing it neatly over a nearby chair as I make my way towards the bed. Rikku scoots a little closer on his knees, eyes wide and twinkling with excitement. I can tell he wants this just as much as I do.
I turn to survey the room and spot a suspicious wardrobe on the far side. I step closer, tugging the ornate doors open to reveal a small array of BDSM equipment, though the majority of it is on the tame side, and seems to be geared more towards Master/Pet scenarios. With a shrug, I reach for a cock ring that hangs from a well placed nail, and scoop a collar and leash from a hook. These will serve just fine for what I want.
"What do you want me to call you, mister?" The boy asked, lidding his gaze and little and acting coy. "How about 'daddy'?"
I cannot help but chuckle as I close the distance between the two of us in just a couple of strides, leash in hand. I reach down to tilt his head up and he beams at me, sticking out his tongue a little as I slip the collar around his neck, fastening it in place and clipping the leash on.
"Daddy...that does seem rather appropriate, doesn't it? Very well then, 'son'...why don't you show me what a good boy you've been?" I suggest, reaching down to grip the outline of my own erect cock, hiding beneath the fabric of my trousers and underwear. He reaches forward and unclasps the button, and I hold tightly on the leash to keep him in check.
He doesn't say a word as he shimmies my trousers past my hips, exposing my loose boxer shorts and the thick, pulsing cock hiding beneath them. He tenderly traces the outline of my length with a hand for a moment, before firmly grasping the fabric of my garments and tugging them down, too. My 7 inch, 'humanoid' cock bobs to attention in front of him, unrestrained by underwear and fabric alike. He brings his nose close to my cock and breaths in the scent of my arousal. He lingers a little too long for my liking, but one sharp, quick tug of the leash is enough to get him to obey. He parts his lips and angles his head, running the length of his mouth down my member from the side, his tongue coating the underside of my cock in a thin film of warm spit.
"Good boy," I mutter. "Coat every inch of daddy's cock, won't you?"
He groans under his breath from the dominating daddy talk and closes his eyes, focusing his attention, entirely on pleasing me.
[[Continue.->Rikkua2]]I remove my jacket, placing it on a chair nearby as I cross the room to a suspicious looking wardrobe on the far side. When I pull open the doors, I am greeted to an array of fairly tame BDSM equipment. Cock rings hang from convenient nails in the wood, along with an assortment of collars, leashes, and other fairly simply equipment. I cast my gaze back at Rikku, for just a moment, before I take a cock ring and collar from the wardrobe, making my way towards the bed.
"Now then, boy," I begin, a small smile spreading across my face as I slowly begin to undo the buttons of my shirt. "Why don't you show me that beautiful body of yours?"
Rikku's cheeks flush with my dominating tone and he slides his arms from the thin straps that hold his dress to his body. He yanks the entire garment up his body, tugging it off like it were a T-Shirt, and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. My eyes fall onto his body, his boyish frame and collection of tails, as well the little canine cock, the plump sheath that sits between his legs. He has no shame in revealing himself and he lays across the covers, fully spread and showing himself off. His wings unfurl and spread out, before retracting, as if he were just stretching.
"Such a gorgeous boy," I remark quietly as I remove my shirt, before quickly doing the same of my trousers and underwear, growing increasingly impatient. I'm already half-hard, and if this were the 21st century, I'd likely have trouble putting the cock ring on. Thankfully, the marvels of the 26th century sex industry made it easy; the cock ring was made of a special rubber polymer, which meant it could stretch and return to its natural shape after a few moments. I strode over to the end table and pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer. Lube was always kept there in every single room.
I smeared some around the inner rim of the ring and stretched it, placing it over my member and letting it settle back into place, before I climbed up onto the bed. Rikku shuffled on the spot and grinned as I leant down, reaching for the collar and clipping it around his neck.
"Now, you're going to be daddy's little bitch for a while, okay?" My voice is gentle, but firm. Rikku's cheeks redden as an excited grin spreads across his face, his sheath twitching with arousal. Satisfied, I grasp him firmly by the hips and flip him over onto his front without so much as a warning.
[[Continue.->Rikkub2]]I reach down towards the bed, where I had placed the cock ring mere moments ago, and pry Rikku off my member for just long enough for me to put it on. Normally, cock rings would be applied when someone is flaccid, but the wonders of the 26th century sex industry have made it easier than ever to get your rocks off. These cock rings in particular are made of a special rubber polymer that can stretch and snap back to their shape after a few moments. I tug it apart a little like an elastic band and slip it over my member, holding it near the base with a thumb. After a moment or two, the ring begins to retract down to its original shape, gripping along the base of my cock. I feel it clenching around my flesh and my cock stands a little more rigidly to attention.
"Now, show me what you can do, son." I demand of the hybrid boy beneath me, and he obeys me, still clad in his frilly girlish dress. I admire the way it looks on him as he parts his lips and encloses his muzzle over the end of my throbbing length, and I feel the warmth of his tongue against my frenulum. He seems like a natural at giving oral, but he keeps his teeth away from my cock as he bows his head. My glans graze effortlessly over the roof of his mouth and my cock inevitably probes the back of his throat. His small muzzle takes what he can, but I want him to take more.
I tug firmly on the leash to drive him down a little harder and I feel the tip of my cock pushing into his throat. He squirms a bit in his seat and I feel his throat squeeze around the head of my cock, the sheer pleasure of it eliciting a moan from me.
"Good boy." I mutter darkly, tugging him down further and further. He resists me just a little bit, before eventually obeying me completely as my cock plunges into his throat. I use my other hand to force his head down a little more, and his muzzle eventually butts with my pelvis and my cock ring. I hold him there for just a few seconds, before tugging back. As my cock leaves his throat, he sucks in a large gulp of air through his nose, his eyes watering from the discomfort he'd endured.
I give him a moment's reprieve, before forcing him down on my cock again with a mixture of my own brutish hand as well as the leash that's clipped to his collar. He lets out a grunt as my cock forces its way into his throat again, but he still doesn't resist, taking my member in a single bob.
With that, I begin to thrust.
[[Continue.->Rikkua3]]I'm not normally so cruel, but the boy's kinks seem quite clear. I buck and hump against his mouth, my balls swinging and meeting his chin with every other thrust as I make good use of his boyish throat. I can see his tails curling and wagging to and fro, tears of discomfort streaming down him face from the violation of his throat. Despite that, his face is flushed with what I can assume to be arousal.
With a uncontrollable snarl, I thrust harder and harder, my breathing low and heavy. My fingers curl around his hair, my other hand gripping firmly with the leash. The air soon becomes noisy with the sounds of our lewd oral sex, each wet //squelch// accentuated by a quiet groan from my lips.
"You like that, hm?" I demand of him, pushing his muzzle down against my crotch, my cock fully buried into his mouth. "Moan for me, puppy."
He tries his best to offer a moan, but cutting off his airway didn't help much in that regard. Despite that, I can feel the vibrations of his vocal chords and his throat against my cock, so I knew he'd attempted it. I pull back and thrust again, taking deliberate care to slow down a little here and there and allow him room to breathe.
I can feel my pleasure growing, bringing me closer and closer to an inevitable climax. His mouth, so delicately warm and tight, made it easy for me to bring myself closer to that edge, and as I begin to thrust faster, he begins to pant and huff as well-- at least, as much as he can.
I felt the knot forming in my loins, a sign of my impending release. I sharply jut my hips forwards and tug him down onto my member as I feel myself teeter over the edge. My body shudders with my climax and a sigh escapes my lips. Thick spurts of seed shoot down into the boy's stomach, and I hold him there for a little while longer, until he begins to struggle. When he does, I tug back and he breaths in a gasp of air, withdrawing from my cock completely.
He sits there on his heels on the bed, panting and huffing as I coax the last remnants of seed from my cock and ooze it onto his muzzle. He licks his lips and grins toothily up at me for a moment, chest still heaving with exhaustion.
I drop the leash, spent and finished, and I unhinge the cock ring from my body. I drop it to the side and begin to dress myself, deciding that I will clean myself up later. Rikku shuffles back on the bed to admire me from a distance, but once again, no words are exchanged.
When I am dressed, I cast him a final fleeting glance, before taking my leave.
[[Continue.->RikkuEnd]]I return to the lobby and approach reception.
"Hello, Mr. Von Aldrien," The woman behind the counter greets me with a smile. "I trust that Rikku was to your liking?"
"He was acceptable. What's the charge?" I ask rather nonchalantly, and she types away on her holoscreen for a moment.(set:$Balance to it - 50000)
(if:$Balance is <0)["50,000. Unfortunately..." She grimaces. "You've gone over your budget for the even, sir."
"I see." With a sigh, I hand over my hard for her to clear the difference in what I overspent, so that they're not out of pocket and so they're not upset with me. It wouldn't do me good to alienate the only outlet I've found for my desires.
It's seems my fun for the evening as ended.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)["50,000. I've deducted the amount from your balance, Mr. Von Aldrien. You have $Balance left."
"Thank you." I turn away from her to find, to my surprise, Rikku standing in the lobby, in the same dress as before. He must have gotten changed and came downstairs rather quickly, enough for me not to notice. I pay it no mind, presuming that my mind is playing tricks on me.
The night is still young. I might as well see what else I can find.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]Rikku was about to protest, but he froze when he felt the turgid length of my cock sliding up between his cheeks, a reminder of what treat he was going to get. He wriggles beneath me, pushing his hips up against my body and grinding his ass against my cock. He wants this, and I have no problem giving it to him.
I lean back and grab the lubricant once more, trailing a line of it along the length of my cock and smearing it in for a moment, making sure my cock was amply covered in the wet, sticky lube, before I angled my hips down. I reached down with a hand, tucking it underneath Rikku's hip and pulling him up onto his knees as the wedged end of my cock forced its way between his clenching cheeks.
The tip of my member met with his quivering pucker, and I push forwards, holding him firmly with a hand as I sink into him. His innards squeeze around the intrusion as my cock sinks into him, stretching his behind, though presumably not to its limit. He groans quietly beneath me and I know what he's enjoying this. I push a little harder and feel his ring stretch to accommodate me.
Deeper and deeper my cock sinks into him, and I can feel every spasm, every squeeze of his innards around my length. I groan quietly under my breath and tug back, sliding from him for a moment before thrusting forwards again. The slick, sticky lube makes it easy for him to pound into him, and in a matter of moments, I'm able to keep up a steady rhythm. I can't quite enter him fully at first, but with every thrust, he loosens just a little, enough for me to sink just a little bit deeper.
The hybrid moans and pants beneath me, and I can see him deliberately pushing his ass back against me, wanting more and more. I leant back completely so that I can admire him from above, and I firmly grasp both of his hips in either hand, tugging him back onto my cock. I almost fully hilt inside of him and I relish the sensations around my cock for just a moment, before pulling back and thrusting again.
"You like that?" I pant out, and he whimpers in response, his breathing heavy.
"You like it when I fuck your ass?" I reiterate, and he moans a little louder. I'm almost certain he does.
[[Continue.->Rikkub3]]Rikku's ass is delightfully tight, despite his occupation. I can feel every inch of his inner walls clamping down against me, squeezing like a vice. Each thrust and hump of my hips made that tight squeezing all the more pleasurable, and I know and I'm not going to last very long, not with him so mercilessly squeezing my cock.
My pants of pleasure quickly turn into carnal, animalistic grunts as I dig my fingers into his flesh and force him down onto my cock with each hard thrust. My pelvis meets with his ass over and over, each one accentuated by a sharp //clap// and the accompaniment of the boy's cries of pleasure and surprise.
"I'm going to fucking bust in your ass." I get into the role of dirty talking quite quickly, though I've never considered myself much of one. "I'm going to breed your tight little ass."
"Daddy..." The boy whimpers quietly, and that only encourages me to pound into him harder and faster than before, my balls swinging and meeting his own tiny package, his knotted little cock bouncing up and down. I reach forwards and hook a finger into the collar around his neck, tugging it back and using it to steady myself as I buck and rock my hips against his young behind. The 8 year old lets out a gasp, and I can only presume the pressure on his neck is making it a little hard to breathe. He won't have to endure it for long, for I can feel my climax fast approaching.
In a matter of moments, I orgasm. I plunge myself into his behind as my muscles suddenly relax and the pressure within me loosens. I coat his inner walls with each thick, plentiful spurt from my cock, coating my own member in the thin cock tail of lube and cum. I rock my hips a little and coax a bit more out of me, before sliding back and admiring my handiwork. His ass is used, cum seeping from his hole.
"Mmh...that was amazing, daddy." He mutters, rolling onto his side and looking a little groggy. I stare down at him for a moment, admiring the stains of cum he's made on the bed and his little knotted cock resting against his androgynous body, before retreating towards the bathroom to clean up. Young whores never really made for good pillow talk most of the time.
By the time I'd cleaned myself up and returned to the room, the boy had fallen asleep, and he was curled up against the covers, head resting into the pillows. I'm fairly certain that, after not too long, he would probably return to the lobby. I get dressed and swiftly leave the room, letting him rest.
[[Continue.->RikkuEnd]](if:(history:) contains "Tyberius")[I'm feeling particularly peckish, as it were. I want a nice morsel to enjoy for a brief and easy time. I look no further than Tyberius, the slender tiger boy who's currently serving a handful of people.
Since our first encounter, is it clear he's been interested in me. I catch him glancing in my direction every so often, but I pay him no mind and instead enjoy myself, keeping him on the metaphorical hook. Now, however, I am done teasing him.
I catch him looking again at an opportune moment, and I coax him with a finger. I rise as he makes his way other, and with a sharp nod to me, he begins to follow me across the room. I don't even acknowledge the bartender and I go back around behind the counter and through the doors again.
Standing in the cold storage room, Tyberius smiles meekly up and me and wriggles on the spot, his face already growing flushed.
"W-What do you want to do today, sir?" He doesn't even know my name yet. That's fine by me.
[[Drink his piss.->Tyberiusa]]
[[Make him drink my piss.->Tyberiusb]]](else:)[Whilst idly sipping my drink, I cast my gaze around the bar, examining its patrons as well as the various cubs that idly walked around. Some of them were waiters, dressed in their uniforms that accentuated their curves with only a tight piece of underwear on their lower halves, but other boys and girls were entertaining various older men and women alike, be it with polite conversation or attempts at parlour tricks.
One such boy that caught my eye is what I can assume to be a young striped feline species, which earthen folk refer to as a 'tiger'. Pink hair sits atop his otherwise white-furred, blue-striped body. He stands bipedal, but his legs are digitrade. Like the other waiters, he's clad in a form-fitting shirt and a snug piece of underwear that cups around what looks to be an impressive package. If I had to guess, he's probably around 13 or 14. I imagine he doesn't have long left in this line of work.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I wait until he's looking in my direction before gesturing him over. He spots me immediately and approaches, looking quite submissive as he stands there, hands behind his back. He looks down at me briefly before keeping his eyes forward.
"H-How can I help you, sir?" He asks. I watch him for a moment before holding out my hand, palm facing upwards.
"Step forwards." I demand. He obeys me instantly and closes the distance between himself and the armchair that I'm sitting on. I redirect my hand to his package and cup the bulge in my palm, admiring the size of it. He's bigger than most boys his age, and that's enough to stir something within me.
"Come with me." I don't take no for an answer as I rise to my feet, stepping across the bar and over towards the counter at the far end. The bartender blinks at me in surprise as I approach, with the boy following along behind me. Before he can open his mouth to speak, I cut across him.
"Do you have somewhere we can go in private?" I demand, keeping my words short and simple. The bartender looks from me to the boy before his cheeks flush. He jabs a thumb behind him whilst averting his gaze, and I look to where he's pointing to find a door. I can only assume it's the employee lounge, of some description. He grab the tiger boy by the arm and lead him around the back of the counter and through the door.
[[Continue.->Tyberius2]]]In the quiet of a dark room, I let go of the tiger and flick on the light to find myself standing in a small storage room. The shelves nearby are stocked with crates upon crates of booze, and it's remarkably chilly. I can only assume the air conditioning is on in this room in particular to keep the drinks cool. The tiger boy looks up at me, a little confused as to why I brought him here. My piercing gaze, however, quickly tells him why.
His cheeks flush and he looks away from me, and I reach out to cup his chin, getting him to look at me.
"Your name." I demand, not even framing it as a question.
"T-Tyberius, sir." He stammers out, his ears folding down against his head from my dominant act. I grunt my approval of the name before hungrily taking in the sight of his fairly feminine-esque body, his slightly curvy hips and delicate face and muzzle.
"Tell me, Tyberius," I begin, my gaze almost withering, though I don't intend it to be. "What do you like?"
"U-Umm...do you mean naughty things?" When I nod, he lowers his gaze. "Um...I-I like pee."
It surprises me that he's into it, but I don't question why he enjoys that in particular. In fact, it sounds rather tantalising to me.
I shift a little on the spot and he raises his head to look at me. His eyes widen when he notices my lidded gaze. I can see his face reddenning rather quickly.
[[Drink his piss.->Tyberiusa]]
[[Get him to drink my piss.->Tyberiusb]]I slowly move down onto my knees, scooting forwards so that I'm sitting just in front of him. He looks down at me for a moment, his body tensing as I reach my hands up and firmly grab the waistband of his tight, sleek black underwear. I tug it down to reveal his package, the ample balls and his plump feline sheath. I can't see much of his cock at the moment, but I'm sure I will soon enough.
I ran my hands over his hips, before reaching down and cupping the balls in one of my palms. I can see the tiger's cheeks flushing a little as I roll the balls around in my fingers, and he squirms a little on the spot, his breathing slow and heavy. It doesn't take long for a sizable tip to poke out from his sheath, and I immediately leant my head forwards, parting my lips and slipping the cock up against my tongue.
I poise myself there expectantly, blinking up at the boy who stood there on the spot uncomfortably. I can't tell what he's thinking, but he eventually makes his nerves known.
"I-It's hard to go when someone's watching." He admits submissively, and I flicked my gaze down, closing my eyes and patiently waiting.
After a few moments, I finally tasted it, the trickle of urine on my tongue. I pushed my mouth fowards and the tiger boy let out a delicate moan of approval as the quiet trickle soon turned into a steady stream. I close my eyes and relish and strange warmth and the mere act of what we were doing. I don't want to get any of it on my clothes, so I make sure to purse my muzzle around his member and gulp rapidly, attempting to take it all. Thankfully, the boy doesn't have a lot in him, so it takes little effort to swallow it all down. My body hums with the desire that courses through my system as his stream quickly reduces to a trickle. The boy is left panting and blushing, and I feel his hand upon my hand, stroking my fur.
Slowly, I pull my head back, and then push down onto him again. He lets out a sigh of pleasure and I feel his cock begin to pulse in my mouth, steadily growing and hardening under the assault of my lips and tongue. I slather his cock in spittle and quietly remark to myself that his feline cock bears no barbs. Whether they were surgically removed or it was a genetic fault, I cannot be certain. Regardless, it is a welcome relief-- barbs prick my tongue far too much for my liking.
[[Continue.->Tyberiusa2]]I reach down, popping the button of my shorts. He reacts to my hands instantly and lowers himself onto the balls of his feet, squatting and looking expectantly up at me. The glimmer in my eyes and the obvious outline of my half-erect cock in my trousers should make it evident to him what I intend to do. I can see from his quickly flushing cheeks that he understands the subtle connotations.
I let my trousers fall around my knees, and greet Tyberius to the sight of my cock, hidden beneath my underwear with an obvious tenting going on. I don't make him wait for long to see my member, for I tug down my underwear and reveal the length of my cock in its entirety. 7 inches of turgid, 'humanoid' length twitch before him, and his jaw drops at the sight of my veiny cock. I watch as he leans his head forward and grasps the base with his fingertips, gently holding me. He parts his lips and places it around the head of my member, and I reach down to stroke his hair with my hand.
"You ready, little kitten?" I ask of him, and he squirms in his seat, before nodding. He knows what he's in for, and I'm about to give it to him. I'm not so shy as to be embarrassed about pissing in front of others.
After a few moments of pause, I can feel the warmth of urine shooting up my urethra, and it trickles into his mouth at a constant, steady stream. The boy immediately hums for a moment and begins to gulp, gliding his hand along the length of my cock whilst the other hand reaches down to grop himself, or at least his bulge through his underwear. It soon becomes apparent that he can't take it all, and I begin to see the clear trickles of my piss seeping from his mouth and dripping down onto his clothes. The more that I urinate, the worse he seems to be at handling it, until inevitably the front of his uniform is soaked with piss.
Soon enough, however, the trickles of my urine die down into nothing, and he squats there, messy, still groping himself. The tenting in his underwear is obvious, but he doesn't draw attention to it. He begins to pull back a bit, but I affirm my grip on his head and push him back down.
"Come on. You're not going to stop there, are you?" I suggest to him, and he looks up at me, eyes wide. I can see his tail flicking to and fro with excitement. He wants to keep going.
[[Continue.->Tyberiusb2]]I soon feel it, the knot in my loins that reminds me how close I am. I buck and hump into her as her wild eyes begin to dim and turn shallow, but not for lack of air-- she has simply become numb with the sensations, numb with the pain. My abuse her sent her over the brink. I plunge harder and harder, feeling almost //elated// at breaking her.
Then, suddenly, I climax. I push into her and feel the tight resistance of her cervix against the end of my cock, holding me back just a bit. My cock throbs powerfully and each thick spurt and shoot of my cock splatters her insides with warm cum. Any concerns about pregnancy are far from my mind: the establishment takes care of that.
I pump my fat, virile load into her for just a few more seconds, before yanking back and smearing the remnants of my orgasm against her inner thigh, content to see her sitting there limply. Even as I remove my hand, she didn't resist me, nor does she scream. She simply sits there, breathing steadily. I admire the mess I've made of her abused entrance, the cum seeping from her tight lips. Satisfied, I get up and head towards the en suite bathroom.
As much as I don't mind urine, I don't want the stink to cling to me. I wash my loins thoroughly and towel myself off before returning to find her curled up against her pillows at the other end of the bed. She tightens her grip around myself as I get closer to the bed, but I don't reach for her. As I take my clothes, she raises her head to stare into my eyes, her irises cold and calculating.
"I'll get you." She said quietly, each word dripping with venom.
"I don't doubt you want to," I remark with a degree of indifference. "If you manage to get close enough, I just might respect you."
My cutting remark makes her bare her teeth at me, and I resist the urge to take her again out of spite. Instead, I grab my clothes and throw them on, adjusting myself before taking my leave without a parting glance. It was a quick and easy fuck, though it was arguably quite expensive.
(if:$Balance is <0)[I return to the lobby. Despite the receptionists cold, cutting gaze, she gestures me over.
"Sir," She began awkwardly. "You've gone over your budget, I'm afraid. Sorry."
She arguably could have told me before I rented out the session, but I understand that they need money. With a grunt, I hand over my card to pay the difference. No more fun for me tonight.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)[I return to the lobby and the reception doesn't even look at me. She doesn't need to tell me what my balance is, and so I do not speak to her, either.
The night is still young, and I have other things to do.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]The deeper I bow my head, the more he seems to enjoy it. Eventually, his cock reaches full mast, and from what I can guess, it's probably about 5 or 6 inches in length, impressive for a boy his age. I decide not to compliment him on it for now and focus on giving him as much pleasure as possible.
The curling of his fingers around my fur and his gentle huffs of hot breath tell me what I'm doing a good job, as I bow my head up and down on his member and curl and slide my tongue around where possible. I can tell the boy is resisting the urge to thrust into my mouth, for fear of my wrath. I plunge my mouth down onto his cock and feel it probe the back of my throat, accompanied by a gentle trickle of pre-cum. The boy trembles and his cock wildly throbs in my mouth as I slide my tongue back and forth along the underside of his member, curling my wide, flat tongue around his cock.
"Hnn...that feels really nice..." He mutters, and I pull my head back for just a moment, before beginning to bob harder and faster than before. My nose meets with his pelvis on occasion, but I otherwise keep my focus on the tip of his member and the majority of the length therein. His quiet panting begins to turn into heavy groans of pleasure, warning me that he's not going to last long. I don't want to tease him about how quickly he's going to orgasm, but I'm sure he'll realise that soon enough.
He suddenly trembles and a whimper escapes his lips. He climaxes into my mouth in the middle of a cold storage room, where patrons of the bar were only a couple of metres away. I taste the salty load of his cum against my tongue and a groan escapes my lips admist his orgasm. I push my head forwards, taking the entirety of his cock for just another moment, before I pull back, satisfied.
Tyberius stands there for a moment, panting quietly under his breath, his underwear hanging around his knees. I slowly raise myself up to my full height and I wipe my mouth, standing up and examining him for a moment. He doesn't know what to say.
"I might call for you again." I tell him, before adjusting myself and leaving the room, letting him stew in thoughts of what he might do about it. The bartender shoots me a glance as I leave, and then lowers his head, trying not to look at me.
I think I'll be lucky enough not to be charged for this one.
[[Continue.->Bar]]Slowly, he pushes his head down onto my cock, and I begin to harden almost immediately, having already finishing urinating. My member pulses pretty quickly to life and my cock hardens and throbs under the warmth of his smooth tongue and gentle lips. His hand slides up and down around the available inches of my cock not in his mouth, further pleasuring me. I get the impression this isn't his first time giving a blowjob.
I close my eyes and relish the sensations of his mouth around my length. He quickly gets into it, beginning to bob his head and slurp his tongue back and forth on my cock, the head of my member grazing the back of his throat rather quickly. I resist the urge to force him down onto my cock, hoping he will start deepthroating me on his own terms. Even if he doesn't, he's doing a surprisingly good job without it, and I wouldn't be surprised if I cum without him taking it all.
He begins to speed up after a while, suckling faster and faster as his tongue effortlessly glides along the underside of my cock, sticking out a little towards the end of his plunge and forcefully sliding back up over my frenulum whenever he fully withdraws. Occasionally, he would pause to roll his tongue around the head of my member, making me shudder and sigh with pleasure each time, before he returns to bobbing once more.
I soon feel my orgasm fast approaching. I inevitably grip his head and push him down a little and he groans his approval at my domination, bowing his head further and further as I feel the pleasure rising. The pressure in my loins grows to an inevitable peak, and I know that I'm right on the edge.
I suddenly climax, thick spurts of seed shooting into his mouth as I tug him down a little harder on my cock, forcing the head of my member towards the back of his throat, just a little. I deposite the thick, virile globs of cum at the back of his mouth before withdrawing and allowing him to swallow, eventually pulling myself out completely. He hungrily squeezes my cock from base to tip, coaxing the last of my orgasm from my member so that he can flick his tongue and lap it up. I admire his dedication.
Spent, I begin to pull up my clothes, looking down at his own messy suit. He doesn't seem to mind how messy he is, and I can see a clear wet spot on the front of his underwear, too.
"I might call for you later." I tell him, and turn, taking my leave. I cast him a fleeting glance as I go and the most he can offer me is a shy wave. With a smirk, I make my way back into the bar, and the bartender avoids my gaze, his cheeks flushed.
Here's hoping that I get away with not paying for that one.
[[Continue.->Bar]](if:(history:) contains "Itria4" or "Itrib3")[I return to the back of the casino area, where Itri, the young Sanvos, is likely to be tinkering with the equipment there, amognst other things.
As I enter, a man briskly walks past me, his face a mixture of shame and arousal. I watch him for a moment and realising he's limping as a little. As I cast my gaze back into the room, I can see Itri at the far end, pulling on his overalls and licking the back of his hand rather nonchalantly. He looks in my direction and beams.
"Hey, it's you. You wanna go another round, big guy? You remember the rules?" He calls over at me as I make my way over. I spot a dildo sitting nearby, long and impressive. It's covered in lube, so I didn't have to guess to know where it had been.
"I'm familiar." I tell him, and he reaches into the top pocket of his overalls and retrieves a coin, holding it out to me. I find myself hesitating again, if only because I know what'll happen if I lose.](else:)[At the back of the casino sits a doorless entry-- though it is more like a fancy archway-- leading into what looks to be a small room. Curious to see what lies beyond, I make my way over. The closer I get, the more details come into view. In particular, several machines.
I linger by the archway for a moment before stepping inside, casting my gaze around the small room. The carpets are simple and the walls are furnished in a warm red colour. A bright sign on the right hand side reads 'try your luck', and opposite the sign sits several machines, with a table-like surface to lay on. It doesn't take me much to assume what they're for, giving the nature of the establishment, though I'm admittedly surprised to see them out in the open like this.
From behind one of the machines, a figure appears, clambering up onto one of the surfaces of the tables and beaming from cheek to cheek. It is what earthen folk colloquially refer to as a 'Fennec Fox', but what I know as a Sanvos.
Hailing from sector 39A-29B, Quadrant Delta-4, The Sanvos are a technologically advanced, and relatively gender ambiguous species similar to the earthen species, though with a heightened intelligence and the addition of sharp horns following along their eye ridges, designed to help them bury and scoop through sand. This Sanvos is no different from the rest, with its cream and white hues, its fluffy fur and beady eyes. Though, unlike most, a faint pinkish streak runs from its nose and along its snout towards the back of its head.
Clad in fairly benign mechanics overrals, the Sanvos seems happy to have a new 'contestant'. I have a feeling this is their playground.
"Welcome, mister! I'm Itri." The Sanvos sounds underaged and boyish, which doesn't surprise me: though they do not grow all that much, they are insanely smart, even as children.
"What do you do here?" I ask relatively simply, and he chuckles to himself.
"Glad you asked! With just a flip of a coin, you can decide whether it's me or you who goes on one of these babies...the loser goes on the table, the winner gets to help the loser. You in?" He winks and holds out a coin expectantly. I hesitate. It's just a game of chance, it seems. It surprises me that I don't have to pay for it.]
(link:"Flip the coin.")[(if:(either:0,1) is 1)[(goto:"Itria1")](else:)[(goto:"Itrib1")]]
[[Leave.->Casino]]I take the coin from his hand and flip it on the spot, easily catching it onto my palm and flipping it over onto the back of my other hand, covering it with the other palm. The Sanvos calls heads, so I take tails. I remove my hand to reveal that, indeed, it appears to be heads. That means I have lost, and the Sanvos grins toothily, apparently rather pleased.
"I'm going to break you in so hard, big guy," He giggles, hopping down from the table. "But uh, first, a safe word. 'Cucumber'. Okay?"
"As you wish." I mutter, removing my jacket and placing it over the clean surface of one of the other nearby machines. The Sanvos watches me with wide, excited eyes as I continue to undress, removing my shirt and exposing my rippling muscles, before dropping my trousers and underwear and giving him a show of my 'humanoid' appendage that swings between my legs. I don't feel too bad about being naked-- I certainly have no shame. The Sanvos pats the table expectantly and I climb up onto it, laying down against the cool metal. It's not comfortable, but I don't think it's meant to be.
I watch as he clips my wrists into cuffs connected to the table, and the same with my ankles, keeping the entirety of my body in place, more or less. A single, final arch of metal curls over my neck to keep my head from moving. The Sanvos presses a button beneath the table, and the two pieces of metal beneath my legs begin to lift up, forcing my legs to lift and spread. I'm beginning to get a little apprehensive. I rarely bottom.
"Lets get you prepped." The Sanvos says rather matter-of-factly, and I manage to see out the corner of my eye that the Sanvos is picking up a bottle of lubricant from underneath the machine, presumably on a shelf of some sort. He smears two of his fingers with the sticky substance and sets the bottle back down, moving around to my behind. After a few moments, I begin to feel his invasive fingers prodding my pucker, and I wince briefly, tensing up.
The cool lubricant is enough to make me feel a little nervous, and after a few moments, I feel him pushing his digits inside of me. My body instinctively reacts and I squeeze, gripping around his fingers as they sink deeper and deeper. I can feel him teasing me, for he curls his fingers and deliberately attempts to find my sweet spot. Unfortunately for him, his digits are just a little too short to reach it. He wiggles his fingers around a little more before withdrawing them, drying them off with a towel as he moves around to the side to grin up at me.
[[Continue.->Itria2]]I take the coin from his hand and flip it on the spot, easily catching it onto my palm and flipping it over onto the back of my other hand, covering it with the other palm. The Sanvos calls heads, so I take tails. I remove my hand to reveal that, surprisingly, it landed on tails, naming me as the winner. The Sanvos grimaces and puts on an act of losing for a moment, but I can see the mischievous twinkle in his eye. I get the feeling that, no matter if he wins or loses, he's going to enjoy himself.
"Alrighty. Guess I'm the loser," He shrugs. "Just so you know, the safe word is 'cucumber', okay?"
With a wink, he pops the clasps of his overalls that line down his front, and he slips out of the jumpsuit without a second thought, standing in the nude. I admire his small, androgynous body for a moment, before the Sanvos boy scoots down by the side of the machine and begins to fiddle with the buttons. He pushes a handful of them, from what I can see, and the table shrinks before my eyes. It's not magic, however, but a clever trick of the light: the table is compromised of metal sheets that interlock and fit into one-another to increase or decrease the size of the table at will. Once it matches the Sanvos' size, he climbs up.
"Go ahead and hit the green button underneath the table here." He gestures, before getting into position. I move around the table and find the button he's talking about, very clearly marked, and give it a push. At once, his arms and ankles lock into place with metal cuffs, keeping him in place. He winks at me in amusement.
"Alright, big guy. The options here are limitless. Hit the blue one for a dildo, the black one little whips, the yellow one for hot wax, or hit none of them at all."
I look down at the buttons for a moment, before looking over his body. He giggles up at me and I slowly move across the table, standing near his head end. None of the options seemed tantalising to me, but his body definitely did.
"I'll admit, I'm more of a traditional man. I hope you're fine with that." I tell him. He sticks out his tongue in response, but his muzzle is curled into a smile. Something tells me that suits him just fine.
[[Continue.->Itrib2]]"Alright, big guy. You done a whole lot of anal before?"
"Clearly not." I remark dryly, and he giggles, patting my stomach with a peculiar friendliness unbecoming of a complete stranger. Then again, he did just have his fingers in my asshole.
"I'll give you something medium, then. How does a Davago Ghalrian cock sound?" He asks me. I'm familiar enough with it to know its fairly exotic: thick in the middle, ridged around the edges, with a wedged end. I grunt.
"Fine." I tell him, and he seems pleased. He makes his way around the back again and he momentarily disappears from view. I can hear him rustling and rummaging around for a moment in an attempt to find something, before I hear a definitive //click.// My ears pick up the sound of quiet whirring before I feel the cool tip of something near my behind.
"Alright, here we go." He warns me, and immediately, I feel it pressing into me. I'm guessing it's a dildo, for the surface is cool, unlike a normal cock, and it seems strangely squishy. My ring spreads open to accommodate the girth of the cock, but I know that it's likely to get thicker. The Sanvos returns to my side and I glance at him to find him completely naked, showing off his relatively androgynous features and the little sheath between his legs. Without warning, he jumps up onto the suface and climbs onto my front.
"Don't give me that look. I told you: winner gets to help." He seems far more excited about doing that than anything else. He lays there facing me, propping himself up with his elbows against my chest. I briefly grit my teeth as I feel my ass expanding around the thickest part of the dildo now, and my innards spasm and clench in an effort to accommodate and brace myself. My ass slips over the thick part and the worst of it is over-- though I know that it's likely to start withdrawing and picking up speed soon enough.
Suddenly, I feel a warmth against my crotch, and I soon realise that the Sanvos has placed his paws directly onto my flaccid member. His little strokes and tugs against my member make it easy for me to get hard, despite the discomfort I feel in my behind. As my cock hardens, he manages to dexterously catch it between his toes and give it a few leisurely strokes, and I can feel the warmth of his pads around the sides of my length, his toes curling and squeezing. A groan escapes my lips as his eyes lid over, a look of pure desire and amusement spread across the tiny vulpine's face.
[[Continue.->Itria3]]"Does that feel good?" He asks, barely above a whisper, and I can't help but quietly groan again. I'll admit, it does: whilst the dildo pulls back and begins to pump into me at a rhythm a little too fast for my liking, it still stimulates my prostate. That, coupled with the Sanvos' quiet stroking of my cock, is enough to arouse me.
Slowly, Itri rolls over and sits up a little, facing away from me with his tail swishing excitedly to and fro. Though I cannot see what he's doing, I soon begin to feel it: his paws around my cock, along with the sudden addition of a warm tongue against the head of my member. I know that Sanvos' are dexterous, but even I am surprised. He bows his head down against my member as his feet stroke my cock up and down, expertly sliding from the base up to the tip and back again, his toes effortlessly curling around my length.
It's hard to keep myself from cumming in such a pleasurable situation. The stimualtion from all sides is enough to tantalise me, and the spikes of pleasure that shoot up my spine from the dildo massaging my prostate makes me want to squirm. My chest chests up and down, my stomach occasionally quivering as the delight and ecstasy roll over my system. I resist the urge to moan too much, but I can already feel myself nearing a peak. A grunt escapes my lips as I try to arch my back up against the Sanvos, who peels his lips back and glances back out the corner of his eye.
"What, already?" He teases with a hint of amusement in his tone. "I would have thought you'd last longer than that."
However, he doesn't stop. His paws, if anything, move faster, coaxing me closer and closer to my climax. His rhythmic stroking along with the thrusting into my behind is enough to send me over the edge, and with a shuddering groan, I quickly climax. I feel his toes curl around the head of my cock, and I'm fairly certain that I emptied the majority of my load between his toes and along his pawpads. I do my best to thrust up against him, but it's a futile effort, for my body is bound to the table. I roll my head back with a sigh, my ass clenching powerfully around the still rhythmically pumping dildo that refused to slow down. I knew it was going to overstimulate me, and that was likely the Sanvos' plan in the first place.
As my orgasm fades, Itri begins to move. He manages to, somehow, roll his legs around so that he's laying against my stomach, facing away from me. He deliberately settles his paws down just underneath my chin and casts a glance back at me.
"Lick these clean, would you?" He speaks with a clear dominant tone, and I furrow my brow. I'll admit, it's a little arousing. I obey him, for now.
[[Continue.->Itria4]]The augments implanted in my body make it easy for me to recover my physical and sexual stamina after an orgasm, so I don't perhaps feel such an intense overstimulation as other non-augmented people might do. It was for that reason alone that I feel inclined to continue the little charade-- if I were in any way uncomfortable then I would likely halt the session there and then.
The Sanvos raises his paws up, deliberately attempting to tease me, and his pawpads eventually meet with my muzzle. He puts on a show of splaying his toes as I loll out my wide, wet canine-esque tongue. I immediately taste the salty flavour of my own cum against my tongue as Itri slides his toes against my appendage. I soon feel the warmth of a mouth around my half-limp cock again and I know he intends on giving me oral for a second time. The machine still vigorously pumps into me and I'm beginning to feel a little numb to it, though the spikes of pleasure that jolt my system are still present.
The more I lick, the cleaner those paws get. The Sanvos puts up a good effort of dexterously sliding each toe into my mouth without looking, occasionally straightening his paws out and angling his toes up so that I can access to pawpads directly. All the while, his mouth bobs up and down on my cock, and it speaks volumes of his experiences if he's able to so cleanly multitask. He's particularly good at blowjobs as well, his tongue curling and pressing at all the right points along my member as my cock sinks towards the back of his throat, giving me the tantalising taste of his spasming throat muscles against the head of my cock.
I soon find myself growing closer to a second orgasm by the time I've licked his paws clean, and he doesn't relent on my cock, bowing deeper and deeper until he's taking the entire length into his mouth, likely gauging how deep to go based on my hot, breathy pants. As he bobs, he suddenly begins to shudder and quiver, and I feel a warmth spreading across my chest. The Sanvos lifts his hips up just a little, and from between his feet I can see the trail of cum trickling down my body. Sanvos have a set of erogenous zones in their throats, so it doesn't surprised me that he climaxed just from sucking my cock. Regardless of his own pleasure, he continues to bow his head, until his nose butts continually with my balls. I can feel myself on the edge.
Before I even realise it, I orgasm again, my innards clenching around the pumping fake cock whilst I spurt string after string into the Sanvos' stomach. The flexing of his paws begins to slow as he makes me orgasm, and I roll my head back for a second time, eyelids fluttering. It's exquisite pleasure, even if it's not normally something I'm accustomed to.
Eventually, he pulls back, wiping his mouth as he reaches underneath the table on the left hand side and fumbles around for a button. He presses it and the machine plowing my ass slowly grinds to a halt, withdrawing from me completely as it retracts and my legs lower. The machine unclasps me and I'm free from its bindings. I slowly stand, feeling a little weak in the knees and primarily spent, but otherwise humming with bliss. It was good.
"I'll let you get cleaned up. Come back soon, won't you? I'd love to go around round." Itri giggles, climbing up my naked body with his dexterous hands and feet for a moment to peck my cheek, before hopping down and returning to the machine to clean it. I wordlessly get dressed and take my leave, wondering if it's worth going again.
[[Continue.->Casino]]I reach down, popping the button of my trousers and letting it all around my knees without much ceremony. I reveal my boxers and the outline of my flaccid package, before I get rid of those too, exposing my cock to the air. The Sanvos fixates his gaze on my member, his head tilted back to get a good look.
"That's a good position. I think I can work with that." I tease him, and he looks up at me in confusion for a moment, before I grab his tiny muzzle and angle his head back. It's a little position that I've heard fondly referred to as 'throat swabbing', though I can't say I know where the name came from. Regardless, this is a perfect time to try it. With my flaccid, slowly hardening cock dangling in front of him, I grasp the base of it firmly and smear it against his lips. His eyes twinkle and his lips curl into a knowing smirk, before he parts his lips and laps at the end of my cock with his tiny tongue.
I relish the sensation of that for just a moment, before I grow impatient. Relinquishing my grip on his muzzle, I let him open his mouth wide as I push my cock into it, sinking my member along his tongue and towards the back of his throat. His tiny mouth can only handle so much of my length, but he seems intelligent, and rather experienced. If he isn't already aware that I am going to fuck his throat, then he soon will be, and I'm certain he can handle it.
His tongue is dexterous and versatile, and he curls and slurps around my cock as much as he can, giving it a good suckle or two for good measure. I'm enjoying the amount of effort he's putting in, but I desire so much more. I push my hips forward and sink my cock deeper into his mouth, and his eyes widen when cock probes the back of his throat. I plunge forwards and push down into it, sinking myself in up to my pelvis. I shudder and sigh with delight as I feel his muscles squeeze around my throbbing cock, before I tug back and thrust again.
I begin in on a steady rhythm of thrusts, plunging my hips against his body and fucking his throat with as much gusto as I can muster. All the while, the Sanvos boy moans and huffs, his tail wagging fervently, and I catch the glimpse of his small pink cock slipping from his sheath, steadily pulsing to life under my vicious assault. He seems to be enjoying this as much as I am.
[[Continue.->Itrib3]]The more I thrust, the better it seems to feel. Each buck of my hips adds spittle to my cock, each jut bringing a wet //squelch// to the table that made out lewd and slightly violent sex loud and audible. I can tell the Sanvos is enjoying himself: though their anatomy is similar to the earthen species, one of their key differences is the placement of erogenous zones. I just so happen to know that the Sanvos have one in their throats-- for that reason, most Sanvos are quite gluttonous.
"Fuck..." I mutter quietly, sliding back a little and plunging into his mouth again and he lets out a little gurgle, and a quiet grunt escapes his lips before my cock meets the back of his throat once again. I can already feel myself getting close: the warmth of his tongue and the intense squeezing of his throat very easily coaxing me closer and closer to my inevitable release. Itri's eyes roll up beneath me and I watch his cock wildly twitch and throb as he orgasms hands free, splattering strings of seed along his stomach, the base of his little knot swelled and pulsing with each vigorous spurt.
I pull back, grasping the base of my cock and squeezing it forwards, pumping my hand back and forth for a moment as my chest heaves. I teeter over the edge and a groan escapes my lips as I orgasm, spurting a thick rope of cum directly into the Sanvos' mouth. The boy groans quietly to himself and he does his best to swallow, the rest of my load oozing from his mouth, dripping onto the floor. His own member inevitably dies down from its orgasm and throbs weakly against his stomach, oozing the occasional drip.
With a sigh, I tug my hips back and stroke my cock a little as the Samvos blinks up at me with a small smirk, licking his lips. His cheeks are stained with cum, and he looks out of breath, but the wagging of his tail and his link cock twitching weakly against his cum-stained stomach gives me a clear indication that he enjoyed himself.
"Fancy a little post-sex snack?" I suggest, waggling my cock in his direction. At first, he looks bewildered, his big ears twitching and flicking at my suggestion. He soon finds out what I mean, however, when I angle my half-limp cock in his direction, and a stream of urine ejects from my member.
His eyes widen and then he quickly shuts them as I slosh piss over his front, dribbling down his chest and along his stomach and onto the metal table. He squirms a little in the seat, but he's powerless to stop me. His little cock stands to attention as I shower him with my urine, and eventually, my steady stream relaxes into a small trickle, and then finally stops. I admire the stains I've left on his fur, before tucking my member into my pants and stepping around to the side.
"Mmh...you naughty man." The Sanvos remarks quietly, his tail wagging a little as I push the green button on the machine again. The cuffs detach and allow the boy to sit up. He admires me for a moment, his gaze lidding over.
"Come back after I've cleaned up, okay?" He asks with a smile.
"I'll think about it." I tease him, quickly taking my leave and letting him clean himself up.
[[Continue.->Casino]](if:(history:) contains "Ais5")[I spot Ais in the crowd of people, no doubt putting on another simple performance in order to entice people. I understand now, and arguably did previously, that his every intention is to be enticing and attractive, and then single out a likely target for a 'session', which in turn leads to a lucrative charge.
I would arguably say he's worth it, on some level. He's an incredibly attractive boy, and hologram does him justice. He picks up his mannerisms effortlessly, and the sight of him naked...well, that's just something else. I push the thoughts from my mind and make my way over.
The cub spots me in the crowd as he dances and sings, and he makes his way towards me mid-performance to deliberately tease me, trailing a finger down my front before making his way around the rest of the crowd, all of whom were a little handsy. Some are even as brave as to try and unbutton his shorts or get into his pants, but he deftly fights them off in the most elegant way possible. When his performance is over, he bows at them all and they begin to disperse. Some hang around, but take their leave when Ais makes his way over to me.
"Fancy another private performance?" The boy asks, and with a nod, he leads me back through the crowd to the same room as before.
It's set up exactly as it was the first time around, so I waste no time in taking a seat, and gesture for him to put on a song.
[[Continue.->Ais3]]](else:)[Standing amongst a crowd of people was a figure I couldn't quite make out. Driven by my curiosity alone, I venture closer, and the murmuring of people seems to be intertwined with what sounds like quiet pop music. As I step closer, the crowd naturally parts a little at my entry and I look into the centre of the circle.
In the middle is someone rather familiar. Many around the galaxy would have seen him and watched his performances, if they were at all interested in pop culture: he was the newest hit sensation, a young 10 year old arctic fox with the stage name 'Ais'. Of course, I could tell immediately that this wasn't the //real// Ais: if it were actually the pop star itself, that would be a can of worms no-one would want to open. No, this was just another advancement of the sex industry in a golden age of technology: it was a tangible hologram that one could touch, and its 'body' was made to look like the pop star that everyone was familiar with.
The arctic fox, clad in a pair of tight shorts and a thin vest, with a silly hat and gloves, danced and spun on the spot. The standard 'socks' that most foxes had on their hands and feet, as well as the tips of their tails, was apparently with this fake Ais as well, but they were everchanging, slipping from one colour to the next in a spectacularly colourful array of lights. The hologram's hand was on a microphone and he was singing into it, almost exactly like the pop star himself. It seems that I caught the tail end of the performance, for he ended soon after and the crowd around me offered their applause. The boy bowed to them, giggling to himself.
"Thank you, my fans!" He called to them, waving and turning around on the spot. Some of the men in the crowd were quite eager to get a piece of him. Some of them couldn't even keep their hands to themselves and were reaching out to try and touch him. It doesn't surprise me, given that some would do anything to fuck a pop star.
The hologram's eyes, however, instead fixate on me. For reasons that are lost on me, he makes his way over and stands in front of me, beaming.
"Hi," He began. "I don't think we've met. I'm Ais! It's nice to meet a fan."
He bows, and I feel momentarily put on the spot. Some of the crowd begin to recognise me and quickly disperse, not wanting to get on my bad side. It's just another perk of being famous in a wholly different way.
[[Continue.->Ais2]]]"...Ais, right?" I ask him. I don't really follow pop culture, but even someone like the fox before me is insanely popular just about anywhere. You cannot go two steps normally without hearing their songs. I might be exaggerating, but that's what it feels like.
"Mmhmm," He nods, putting his hands behind his back and smiling up at me pleasantly. "And you are?"
"Janus. Janus Von Aldrien." I have a feeling he already knew this, somewhere in his peculiar memory banks, if holograms have those. I don't see any other reason why he would single me out.
"A pleasure to meet you...Janus," He tentatively calls me by my first name, and relaxes when I don't correct him. "So, what got you interested? Was it the music? The dancing? My...body?"
He twirls on the spot and I look him up and down for a moment. The way he talks is very similar to Ais, given what snippets of interviews I've seen, but the sexual connotations are definitely manufactured.
"A little bit of everything, I suppose." I tell him, and he seems pleased by my response, swaying his hips on the spot as he speaks to me. He reaches out and grabs me by the hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. It's remarkable how a hologram is able to impersonate someone so flawlessly.
"Do you want to get a private performance? I know a perfect place to do it." He suggests with a slightly lidded gaze, and I'm smart enough to understand the connotations of what he meant. With a sharp nod from me, he tugs me forwards and leads me across the casino, weaving in between various people placing their bets on card tables or interacting with other young boys and girls.
Ais lead me towards a door at the back, and as we stepped inside, I am keenly aware that it's probably some sort of private room for lap dances and the like. A small alcove of plush seats sits on the right hand side, and Ais ushers me over to them as he shuts the door, making sure to lock it for added privacy. I relax into a seat as he steps over, swaying on the spot a little, his tail wagging to and fro.
"So what do you want?" He asks me. "A little...performance?"
"If you want." I don't mind what he offers me, so long as I get what I want at the end of it.
[[Continue.->Ais3]]With a happy grin, the pop star boy dances across the room and towards a screen embedded in the wall, beneath a sizable television. As he taps his fingers on the screen, the TV lights up and displays some sort of calming visual effect. Music starts to play, and the boy sways his hips, getting into the rhythm.
It's a fairly poppy song, with a medium tempo beat and very few vocals. The boy doesn't make an effort to sing, but he does put a lot of work into dancing, showing off his moves. They start out relatively simple at first, little pops and locks here and there and the occasional sway and jive, before he begins to move closer to me, taking care to slip between my legs. I relax back and lounge a little, watching as his movements turn a little more sensual. He raises his hands above his head and sways his hips, bowing down as he turns to display his ass to me, almost inviting me to touch him. I keep my hands to myself, for now, watching the way he rhythmically moves to the beat.
He steps back after a while and the colour of his 'socks' begin to change, moving from their normal white into a cocktail of vibrant colours, just to add appeal to his dance. What surprises me, however, is that he begins to strip somewhat. His tight-fitting vest remains on, as does his gloves, but he makes a point of slowly and sensually popping the button of his tight shorts whilst giving me a lidded gaze. I watch as he slips the shorts over his hips, revealing that he wasn't even wearing any underwear. I catch sight of his relatively humanoid appendage, and my first instinct is to wonder if that was simply made up to fit the hologram, or if it were actual measurements.
"You like what you see?" He asks quietly, shimmying the shorts down his frame and kicking them off his bare feet. He sauntered across the room, moving to the beat as his legs and arms lit up in an array of colours, though the room was otherwise well lit. I reach up and touch my hand to the soft fur. It's so strange to feel the fur against my fingers, even though I know it isn't real. This artificial intelligence is incredible.
Ais leans back a little and I run my hand over his fluffy stomach and down towards his crotch, and the boy sighs gently at the touch, closing his eyes and enjoying the touch.
"What do you want to do, mister?" He asks quietly, almost huskily. A growl escapes my lips as I grasp him with my hands, whirling him around and pushing him down into my lap.
[[Continue.->Ais4]]Ais lets out a quiet groan and relaxes against my chest, and I find it a little surprising to feel the warmth of his body and the beating of his heart. The simulation is incredible, truly.
I warmly brush my hand against his stomach as he rolls his hips against my crotch, and I shudder at the firmness of his boyish cheeks against my cock. I reach down and grope his front, feeling the softness of his cock and balls. I fondle it with my fingers and he arches his back against me, quietly panting under his breath. He seems to enjoy my touch, from what I can tell. It's hard to say what's genuine emotion or not, however.
I move my other hand down, tucking a thumb into the waistband of my trousers and sliding around to my belt to unclasp it. I shimmy and shift in my seat, tucking the trousers underneath my rump as I bow my head and pepper the boy's neck with my kisses. I can even taste his fur on my tongue.
I manage to worm my pants and underwear down enough to expose my cock, and the warmth of my erection pushes up against his body, pressing along the line of his behind. He shifts forward to allow my cock to stand to attention fully, and then grinds back into my cock, rolling his furred behind over my length, dragging the foreskin back on my humanoid cock. My 7 inch member throbs under his assault and I resist the urge to flip us over and pound him into the couch. He deserves to have me be more delicate with him.
He lets out a quivering gasp as I reach down to his hips, hoisting him up with little effort and settling him onto my cock. The thick head of my turgid, throbbing length meets with his fake pucker and I push into him. There was no need for lubricant, for he wasn't really there. A sigh escaped the boy's lips as he propped a foot up onto the couch, resting the other on the floor and squatting down onto me. I groan quietly again as I sink deeper into him, and I feel what appears to be a perfectly real ass clenching down around my length, but I know it not to be true. The boy's colourful legs and arms dim back to their normal white hues as he moans out and pushes down against me, taking me all the way to the hilt. I reach out to stroke his side, admiring how his behind stretches to accommodate me.
Slowly, I roll my hips up into him, thrusting against his behind, and I feel his fake muscles spasm around me, making me shudder with pure pleasure. He does nothing but offer me another gentle, boyish moan, encouraging me to go harder.
[[Continue.->Ais5]]He begins to ride me, albeit slowly, and I do most of the work by thrusting up into him. He instinctively pushes down against my body, alternating between my thrusts, and that makes it all the more easier to fuck him. The pre-cum quickly coats my cock and I find myself drowning in pleasure and lust. I can't say I've ever felt so keenly attracted to one individual before, but this fake little pop star has me really riled up.
His little whimpers are what truly make it, the pleasured pants and whines that escape his lips, a constant reminder that he wants this every bit as much as I do. I eventually reach out and pull him to me, causing him to briefly yelp in surprise as I force him up against my chest. I grasp both of his legs, just under his knees, and firmly spread them apart, burying him down on my cock. He reaches out and steadies himself by grasping onto my forearms, his cheeks flushed.
"F-Fuck me..." He begs quietly, and I don't intend to make him squirm. I begin to buck up into him rather rapidly, my balls slapping off of his perfectly furred behind, his holographic cheeks jiggling with each slap as my cock pounds roughly and thoroughly into his insides. It's hard to keep going for long, though the augment makes it easier. Yet, it's not my stamina that's holding me back, but my impending orgasm. I know that I haven't got long before I cum. I can already feel the pressure forming within me as I pound the boy's cute behind, feeling every spasming inner wall, every aching muscle clenching around my length, squeezing each and every veiny inch.
I begin to slow as I feel my climax looming, and the boy pants wildly, his own little erection rather obvious. I don't have the hands to reach down and jerk him off, and to my surprise, I don't need them-- his cock wildly twitches after a few moments, twitching powerfully over and over as the boy whimpers and gasps, and I can only assume he, or rather the AI, reached his peak. The act encourages me to thrust upwards a little more, and his innards clamp down harder than they have before. He grips me like a vice and sends me over the edge. In a matter of moments, I climax as well, shooting thick, virile loads of cum up into his behind and painting his virtual inner walls with my load. Almost as soon as I cum, it's sucked up, disappearing completely. As I withdraw from him, my cock is mostly dry, but for the thin film of pre-cum.
The boy pants quietly to himself, leaning back and admiring how used he feels, before he relaxes and I let him go. he slowly stands and turns to face me with a wink.
"Sorry. This was fun, but I have to go," He says suddenly. "Come find me when you want another performance...Janus."
With a parting wink, he leaves, and I sit there stunned for a moment. Usually, I am the first one to leave. The screen across the room tells me my balance, followed by a reduction of 175,000. I grumble and get dressed, before taking my leave.(set:$Balance to it - 175000)
(if:$Balance is <0)[I know that, having kept track of my funds, that the time spent with Ais sadly put me over budget. I return to the lobby and pay the difference to the receptionist. Thus ends my fun for the night.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)[[[Continue.->Casino]]]In the quiet of a fairly simple room, I remove my jacket and place it aside as the young boy moves over towards the bed, tentatively sitting on the edge of it. When I gesture vaguely to him, he blinks at me in confusion.
"Get undressed." I elaborate as I begin to loosen the buttons of my shirt, and I watch from the corner of my eye as the wolf looks down at himself, awkwardly beginning to do the same. He lets his shirt tumble from his shoulders onto the bed and, after a few moments, his underwear soon joins it. I notice that he has the chastity cage on again, so it will be up to me whether I decide to remove it or not.
"We're going to be doing what we did last time," I tell him. "It would make it easier on you if you didn't resist me, this time."
"Y-Yes, sir." The boy replied submissively, his voice barely above a whisper. I unclasp my belt and let my trousers all around my ankles, leaving me in just my underwear. I slowly step across the room and around the bed until I am standing in front of him. He cowers at the imposing sight of me almost naked for a moment, before he relaxes as I turn to take a seat next to him.
With the boy now naked, I move a hand over towards him and coax him to stand. He hesitantly obeys me as I lead him around to stand in front of me, and with a fierce push on his shoulder, he settles in on his knees in front of me, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes. His gaze immediately flicks down to my crotch as I reach down to grope my bulge, before yanking the front of my underwear down and tucking it underneath my balls. I greet him to the sight of my hardening, humanoid member, and he blinks at it for a moment. I can see his nostrils flaring as he naturally picks up the scent of my arousal, before his ears flatten against his head and he averts his gaze.
"Lick it. And make sure to keep your teeth away from it, alright?" I tell him, but I don't force him this time. I want to see if he'll do it on his own. After a few moments of quiet defiance, he slowly raises his hand and his small fingers meet with the length of my cock. He recoils briefly at the warmth and the occasional vein, before returning his hands to it. My cock twitches against his touch as he leans his head a little closer, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue.
Slowly but surely, the wide appendage meets with my cock, and it slides clumsily along the tip and across the urethra. I can see the boy's nose wrinkle for a moment, before he continues.
[[Continue.->DakkaAlt2]]It takes some time, but Dakka eventually resigns to the idea of servicing me for a little while. His licks are clumsy and not well placed, but I don't expect the boy to be a natural at oral, given that he's so young. His fingers squeeze here and there around my turgid cock and slide up towards the tip. His fingers graze over the end of my glans and my cock throbs instinctively. Despite his clumsiness, it still feels nice.
"Put it in your mouth." I command of him, and he looks up at me for a moment, before attempting to open his mouth wide. My cock settles on his tongue as he bows his head, attempting to take the member into his small muzzle. He tries his best, and I feel the occasional nick of his teeth that sends stabs of discomfort shooting up my body, but I endure it for now, driven by the warmth of his mouth.
He manages to take at least the head of my cock, before he tugs back and massages his jaw, looking up at me expectantly. I sigh through my nose, knowing it's likely the best he can do. He seems to sense my disappointment and whimpers, lowering his head.
"Alright. Get up onto the bed." I tell him as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and tug them down, sliding them past my ass and towards my ankles to undress completely. Dakka climbs up onto the bed and settles in near the pillows, resting his head against them, his legs laying flat. I look over at him for a moment.
"Spread your legs." I demand of him, and he squirms on the spot for a moment, unsure whether to listen to me or not. He eventually does so, grabbing underneath his knees and hoisting his legs up to expose his now not-so-virgin behind and his little balls beneath the chastity cage.
I climb over the bed to reach for the drawers at the end table, retrieving the usual bottle of lubricant that is always placed there, before returning to the boy.
I settle myself down and admire his spread behind for a moment, before deciding that now is the time to decide if he should have the chastity cage or not.
(link:"Remove the cage.")[(set:$DakkaCO to true)(goto:"DakkaAlt3")]
(link:"Keep the cage on.")[(set:$DakkaCO to false)(goto:"DakkaAlt3")](if:$DakkaCO is true)[I decide he's better without it. I reach down and, probably to the dismay of whoever keeps putting the cage on him, crush the lock between my augmented fingers. I pull the cage apart and release him from it, tossing it across the other side of the room, where it hit the wall and landed with a satisfying //thunk.//](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)[The cage doesn't bother me that much. In fact, it even turns me on, if only a little bit. I decide to leave it there for now and let him suffer with the humiliation of it. For good measure, I give it a flick and the boy winces.]
With that, I reach for the lubricant, smearing a healthy trail along the length of my cock and rubbing it in with my other hands as I admire Dakka's spread-eagled body.
"Keep your legs back, Dakka," I tell him. "I want to hear some moans from you this time."
The wolf's eyes widen as I shuffle closer, reaching for the pillows and tucking them under his ass before smearing the head of my cock against his little pucker. I know he is liable to be as tight as the first time, so I think it best to take it slow. I gently push forwards, easing the head of my cock against his entrance and feeling it lightly stretch to accommodate me. It slip myself up towards the edge of my blans, arguably the thickest part of my otherwise uniform girthed cock, and then slowly ease myself forwards. Dakka winces briefly and his lower lip quivers, but I hear his obedient little huffs, the quiet moan that encourages me to continue. Whether he's putting on a show or not, I can't be certain.
I sink a little deeper, pushing myself in inch by inch until I'm roughly halfway inside him. He trembles a little beneath me and I see his hands digging into the flesh around the back of his legs, firmly holding himself spread apart despite the sensations. I lean forwards and prop myself up with my hands, staring down into him as I try to sink a little deeper, but I feel some resistance that causes me not to go that much further than halfway in.
Dakka quietly panted beneath it, likely through physical exhaustion and the discomfort in his behind, but his eyes are lidded over as he looks up at me. I reach a hand over and stroke his cheek, and he instinctively leans into it, groaning quietly.
[[Continue.->DakkaAlt4]]I pull back and begin to thrust into him, knowing that I cannot go very far. My balls sway back and forth with each jut of my hips, and every thrust is accompanied by a quiet, sensual gasp from the boy beneath me. He began to arch his back as I fuck him, eyelids fluttering. He's enjoying it considerably more than last time, it seems.
The pre-cum and lube aids my thrusts, and the air soon turns wet with the sounds of our lewd sex, and I part my lips to get out a heavy groan, aroused at the sounds and the sight of his slightly pleasured face.
I pick up the pace after a while, his innards clenching tight enough around me to encourage me to speed up. I can feel the pleasure growing more intense as I thrust, and I knew that, much like the very first time, I probably wouldn't last that long.
(if:$DakkaCO is true)[With each thrust of my hips, Dakka's free member jiggles and bounces up and down, his breathy moans turning into quiet whimpers and pants.](elseif:$DakkaCO is false)[With each thrust of my hips, Dakka's cock, housed in the cage, bounces atop his balls, occasionally letting out a quiet noise akin to the jingling of metal.] I can feel his insides clamping down like a vice as his groans turn heavier and heavier, and he closes his eyes. He clamps his mouth shut after a moment and bites down on his lip. After a moment, I realise he's orgasming, though nothing seeps from the end of his cock, leaving it dry.
I can feel his ass periodically squeezing down harder than before, making my thrusts difficult. With a shudder, I plunge down into him and feel the pleasure reaching its peak, knowing I was near the edge of my release. A quiver of ecstasy rolls through me and I slow down, my cock powerfully throbbing as I suddenly climax.
I fill his behind with my thick cum, spurting and painting his inner walls with seed, before I slowly tug back and smear my cock along his inner thigh. Dakka slumps back, relaxing his legs and panting tiredly as his tiny, used hole leaks cum onto the bed.
"Good boy...seems like you really enjoyed it this time, didn't you?" I tease, but he doesn't respond much, too tired to even pout or get embarrassed. I keep myself propped up over him for a moment, admiring his exhausted face and naked body, before I draw back.
[[Continue.->DakkaAlt5]]I retreat to the shower to clean myself up, scrubbing the sweat from my body and drying off my cum-soaked cock, before returning to the room after 10 minutes or so to find Dakka fast asleep on the bed, curled up against the pillow. I decide it's better not to wake him, and I reach for my clothes, tugging them on.(set:$Balance to it - 100000)
I look down at his sleeping body for a moment, before reaching out and stroking his head. He moans in his sleep and nuzzles into my hand for a moment, but doesn't stir from his slumber. With a small smile, I take my leave, letting him get some much-needed rest.
I return to the lobby after only a few minutes and approach the desk, returning the key and quietly informing the woman that my 'product' is sleeping soundly on the bed. She nods to me.
(if:$Balance is <0)["I've deducted 100,000 from your balance, Mr. Von Aldrien." She smiles at me, before she grimaces. "Unfortunately, you've gone over the agreed amount for this evening. We're now at $Balance."
With a grunt, I hand over my card. I tell her to pay the difference in amount, but not add any more one. I'll at least adhere to what budget I'd made, even if I went over.
[[Continue.->NoFunds]]](else:)["I've deducted 100,000 from your balance, Mr. Von Aldrien," She tells me. "You have $Balance left."
"Thank you." I tell her, unsurprised that the cost of Dakka went down a little, given how I'd already taken his virginity. With that, I leave the reception desk and wonder what to do next. There's still plenty to do.
[[Continue.->Lobby]]]Realising I have no funds left, I decide that I might as well go home. I can linger around a little longer and spend more money, of course, but there was a reason I set myself a budget. If I decide to say here any longer, I'm fairly sure I could make every excuse to never leave.
I stride towards the exit and back out into the dingy streets of the space station. Ignoring the passersby, I briskly make my way towards my ship, which is thankfully unharmed. No-one seems to have attempted to steal it, evidenced by the lack of corpses near my ship.
I get inside and rig up the autopilot to send me back to my orbiting station, where I primarily live and conduct the majority of my business. The ship whirrs to life and lifts up from the ground, turning on a pin and rising above the station, making a swift and easy exit. As I leave, I activate the cloaking system to avoid being caught by the appropriate authoraties.
All in all, I had a pretty interesting time. I met a number of delightful characters, and should they be around when I return, I don't think I'll hesitate to enjoy them again.
That won't be for another month, however: I can't spend //all// my time fooling around with cubs.
With the space station far behind me, I push the lecherous thoughts from my mind and instead turn my attention to work. My holophone is already ringing, people attempting to contact me. I heave a sigh.
Business as usual.(set:$End to "NoFunds")
[[The End.->GameOver]](css: "font-family: 'Syncopate', sans-serif;")[(css: "font-size: 38px;")[(align:"=><=")[|bold>[The End](enchant: ?bold, (text-style:'bold'))]]]
(align:"=><=")[(text-colour:cyan)[(if:$End is "NoFunds")[Exhausting his budget for the evening, Janus Von Aldrien returns home, intent to continuie his lifelong work. One day, he may return...](elseif:$End is "GoHome")[Having had his fill, Janus Von Aldrien returns home, to conduct his business as usual. Will he return? Probably. Will the same people still linger? Perhaps not.]]]
(align:"=><=")[//Thank you for playing! To play again, just refresh the page.
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The characters depicted belong to their respective owners.
For more information on the characters involved, please see the submission's description.//]I've had enough. It's time to go home.
I stride towards the exit and back out into the dingy streets of the space station. Ignoring the passersby, I briskly make my way towards my ship, which is thankfully unharmed. No-one seems to have attempted to steal it, evidenced by the lack of corpses near my ship.
I get inside and rig up the autopilot to send me back to my orbiting station, where I primarily live and conduct the majority of my business. The ship whirrs to life and lifts up from the ground, turning on a pin and rising above the station, making a swift and easy exit. As I leave, I activate the cloaking system to avoid being caught by the appropriate authoraties.
All in all, I had a pretty interesting time. I met a number of delightful characters, and should they be around when I return, I don't think I'll hesitate to enjoy them again.
That won't be for another month, however: I can't spend //all// my time fooling around with cubs.
With the space station far behind me, I push the lecherous thoughts from my mind and instead turn my attention to work. My holophone is already ringing, people attempting to contact me. I heave a sigh.
Business as usual.(set:$End to "GoHome")
[[The End.->GameOver]](if:(history:) contains "RikkuEnd")[We move down the hallway towards the same numbered door as before. I can only guess Rikku has his own designated space, though considering how it looked the last time I was there, I can't forsee it being something of his own design, or choice.
Reaching the door, I watch Rikku move from paw to paw excitedly as I unlock the door and open it, allowing him inside. He immediately makes a beeline for the bed as I close the door behind us, giving us some much needed privacy.
There doesn't seem to be anything out of place from last time: the ornate wardrobe, with all it's BDSM gear, sits on the far side, and on the right sits the same vanity table as before. Not even a single make-up implement is out of place.
"What do you want to do today, daddy?" The boy asks me, batting his eyelids and humming his approval of my body from the bed. I glance over towards him to find him hitching his skirt up deliberately, showing himself off a little with his feet pushing into the covers, enjoying the smoothness of them.
"Hmm...I suppose I'll just see where it leads, won't I son?" I play the part of a dutiful father well, and the boy shudders on the bed, as if aroused by the very thought.](else:)[We make our way down the hallway, passing by various rooms, some of which are noisier than others. When we finaly stop outside the designated room, I almost feel excited. The boy standing is front of me is rather cute, after all. He bounces on the spot as I flick the card over the lock on the door, and I hear the //click// as the door unlocks. I push it open and step inside.
The room in front of me looks far too nice to be in a brothel like this, but it doesn't surprise me. The room bears primarily regal-like decor, with plush purple velvet sheets, plumped-up pillows and ornate furniture on the left and right. It was a room fit for a king.
On the left sits a large wardrobe with two distinctive doors that could open up, and a vanity table sits on the right. Rikku makes his way over to it and pretends to power himself, turning his head briefly to stick his tongue out at me. I knew he's acting cute, but it's still rather endearing. Just by the door is the bathroom, from what I can tell. I close the door behind me and step further into the room, tossing the key on a small shelf that sits on the left innermost hallway.
"What do you want to do, mister?" The boy asks as he climbs up onto the bed, picking a distinctly sexual position, both of his legs spread to show off the panties hidden beneath his dress. If it wasn't already obvious for his mannerisms that he was a boy, the small outline of his sheath was a dead giveaway.
"Hmm..." I'm left to wonder what's in the wardrobe, but additionally left ot wonder what to do with the boy. A thousand different scenarios play out in my mind, and admittedly, I feel almost spoilt for choice. I think it would be in my best interests to just see where the wind takes me and not dwell on it too much.]
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