Discount - Chapter 2
"Discount"
(C)2016 Sinclair Diavante
Chapter 2.
Colin was lying naked on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Unbelievable.
The chastity device rested sideways on his firm stomach, the yellow tube trailed out of his dick, which jutted far outside of his furry sheath, and his knot was all swollen, down at the base.
He couldn't get it on.
No. Fucking. Way.
Every time he tried, he instantly got too hard, and there would only be one chance to lock it, so it had to be on right.
Pushing the catheter inside his urethra didn't hurt like he had thought it might, it only produced a mellow sort of ache, almost like he needed to pee, but it was painless because it was made of incredibly soft rubber, almost like stretchy silicone gel.
It actually felt kind of good...
Which made him even harder.
Colin slowly reached sideways and picked up one of his thick history books from his dresser. He set it on his chest, being careful not to disrupt the device resting in the nook of his stomach. Last time, he had moved too much and it rolled off his chest, yanking the tube out of him.
Then he'd had to go into the bathroom to wash it with antibacterial soap, pulling all his fur free from its slick exterior, getting it ready for another try.
Joey had admonished him to make sure the catheter was as sterile as possible before putting it in, or else he could get a urinary tract infection, so he scrubbed it with alcohol, too.
He coated it with clear surgi-lube, squirted from a couple of single-use foil packets Joey had given him, but that made it sticky, and also attract random hairs, dust, and who knew what else.
This was so beyond tricky, getting the cath in, then getting the device on, while trying to avoid an erection.
He began to read.
This was some boring shit. But what's that warm sensation around his dick? He's soft! He should... try...
Nope. Hard again.
Argh!
Once more, he focused on the words in front of his muzzle, this time actually paying attention, reading a few more paragraphs. The book was on his chest, and he couldn't see past it to what he really wanted to look at. Not seeing it was helping quite a bit.
Warmth slid around his dick once more as it retracted fully inside of his sheath.
He quickly let the book flop forward onto his nose, and blindly reached down to grab a pawful of tubing, easing it into him as quickly, yet gently, as possible. A unique sensation exploded into his bladder, almost like a miniature orgasm, but he ignored it to slide the metal firmly down onto his sheath.
He got it!
Already it was starting to hurt, as his dick fought to push outside of his sheath, his tapered tip crammed up against the end of the tube, pushing the catheter even deeper into his bladder.
He fumbled with the ring under his balls, trying to make sure it was under both. There's one, but no, where's his other testicle? He groped around for it, then positioned it behind the ring..
OK, here goes...
SNAP!
It was locked.
He pulled, but nothing moved.
Hard, throbbing, painful... he lifted the book off his muzzle to sit up, and stared down in disbelief.
There it was, locked in place. He tried pulling on it again, but it couldn't budge. It was the hottest thing he had ever felt or seen.
His bladder started spasming though, he had to pee.
He got up and ran into the bathroom, but Chris, his roommate, suddenly opened the front door, he was home from weekend class.
Colin shut the bathroom door just in time, and put his back up against it, terrified, holding his paw over the now-very-warm steel encasing his sheath.
He was naked, wearing this, and his roommate was home.
Shit!
"Heyo!" the muffled voice from outside called. "Just here to grab my guitar, you up for some dinner tonight?"
"Um," he said. "Sure."
"Ok," he heard. "Later skater, I'll be back in a couple of hours." The outside door opened once more, then shut behind him.
That was close.
Need to pee... need to pee...
He walked up to the toilet and tried to aim the device down, but the skin connecting his sheath to his stomach was way too short, he couldn't bend that far down without first retracting his sheath.
Maybe, if he could slide his sheath down through the slit, and bunch it all up behind his knot... then he should be able to swivel the device down, pivoting at the base, that's how he normally peed.
He was scared, though, of not being able pull it back up, afterwards. The tube was very tight around his body's best attempt at an erection, within the close confines of the steel.
Staying down would dry him out, inside the tube, and make it even more difficult to get his sheath back up around his prick.
He leaned forward and placed a paw onto the wall above the toilet, but even still, he wasn't pointing down far enough.
How the hell was this supposed to work?
Need to pee.
He got down onto all fours and lifted his left knee to point his sheathtip down into the toilet.
Now it was lined up.
He told his bladder to go, but nothing happened!
A fresh wave of pain wracked from within, it felt like his bladder was trying to push the tube out, and panic began to really set in, now.
Was it clogged?
Did it go in too far?
He'd never even looked to see if maybe the tube had some packaging debris stuck inside of it, fuck!
He pulled on the device, tugging his nuts as hard as he dared, straining to slide it off of his sheath, but it wouldn't come off, of course.
A small metal stud near the end caught his thumb as he pulled, and he realized that it felt like a button. He pushed it, and a strong stream of urine shot out of the threaded opening at the tip, spattering onto the toilet's tank.
He quickly tried to aim, but splashed the wall... and then finally he got it going into the bowl.
He whimpered and groaned as the stream slowly stopped. The pain was finally gone.
Now he sat there on all fours, peeing just like a dog... and the whole damn situation turned so erotic, his knot ached, trying to push free from the metal.
Small circular indentations stuck out at the base of the tube, and the two lumps of his knot rest in those depressions, nestled up like eggs in a carton.
Colin stood up and tugged, relishing the sensation, but he couldn't paw himself off now, and that's all he could think about doing.
Pawing.
He gulped.
He didn't have the key.
He didn't... have the key!
What had he gotten into?
Ok, OK, don't panic!
He wet a rag and mopped up the urine from the wall, toilet, and floor, washing it all out with some soap to hang dry in the shower.
He went back to his bed and lay there, trying to keep his mind off the tight, solid sensation enveloping him.
He could think of absolutely nothing else.
Every time his dick tried to get hard, his narrow tip explored the confines of its new steel prison, poking it, nudging it, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
He squeezed the outside, but of course... he couldn't feel anything.
Hours went by, and the nagging ache from the tube inside his urethra began to grow a lot more noticeable. It didn't precisely hurt... but he couldn't take his mind off of it, and when he pulled on the tube, it slid a little in his urethra, giving a little twinge of pleasure.
He was having serious doubts about all this. Slowly but surely, he began to realize this wasn't in fact going to work, he couldn't handle wearing it for very long.
He needed to paw, to get his mind off of it, but he couldn't paw. He would never be able to get to sleep tonight, no way, this is impossible.
The door to the apartment opened, Chris was home; and that suddenly cinched things in his mind.
He'd take it back.
Colin sat up and quickly got dressed, he walked out of his bedroom and went straight to the front door. Every step he took, made the metal nudge his desperate member, and each bit of movement sent a little whisper of sensation up inside of his dick, the yellow tube tickling an incredibly sensitive area of his body.
He could hardly even walk straight.
"Hey!" Chris yelled. "What about dinner?"
"Can't... something's... come up, sorry..." he mumbled.
He slammed the door behind him, and walked as fast as possible back to the shop, without running.