With Master's Permission Only
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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The wolf's hard cock throbbed beneath him, begging for touch. The shaft was short and curved sharply so that head pressed into the fur when the wolf bent over. The pre leaking from it matted the fur on his stomach. The wolf was propped up on his knees, his ass high in the air, his flat cheeks without cover as his fluffy grey tail had been restrained by a short chain, connected to a collar fitted around his neck. His back sloped down toward hard, springy mattress, his paws unavailable for support. Wrenched behind him, tied, and fastened to his tight leather harness, his paws wriggled in search of freedom. To see this little wolf, with his chin resting on the sheets, his ass high in the air, tail lifted, all four cheeks tinged red, was to look upon the very image of submissiveness.
Joining him on the bed, with a much wider range of motion, was a tiger. He looked strong, but not muscular, and the only thing more menacing than the wry grin on his face was the paddle in his paws. He stood on his knees behind the wolf, slowly stroking himself to the view. It was hard to avoid getting hard in a situation like this, and the tiger let the wolf know what their play had done to him but pressing the shaft of his hardon between the wolf's cheeks, teasing his tailhole. To be pounded right now was the first thing the wolf wanted, but the last thing he'd be getting. He was being punished.
A month ago Master walked in on his new pet pawing off. The wolf clearly did not understand the rules, it being only his first day then. Having not been given the opportunity to finish, five weeks passed without the wolf feeling the rush of orgasm. Each of those days since he had been pulled out by his Master and teased, his little cock licked and sucked and put on edge, then always put away without unloading the steadily building tank of cum in his balls, which were blue and in constant pain from the backup. The last few days before this night, only the thought of sex got him harder than a rock. Only being naked and the feeling of the air on his sensitive head made it throb in want. And every night the worst pain was holding back the reservoir of cum he had accrued, only imagining what the punishment for that infraction may be. He would finally shoot when he was told he could, and not a moment before.
The wolf made the mistake of asking very nicely, rather pathetically actually, that his tiger Master fuck him like a rag doll. It wasn't as much asking as it was tearful begging. His Master's brow furrowed, insulted that the wolf had so soon forgotten that he was being punished. The only answer given to the request was three hard, successive strokes of the paddle against his small ass, which grew redder with each swipe. The tiger jerked the wolf's harnass, lifting him up off the bed so that Master could whisper in pet's ear. The tiger reminded the wolf of how he'd been bad. How he'd been caught pawing when he was never given permission to paw. How he needed to be reminded that it was not his decision when he could use his dick, because his dick no longer belonged to him. The last thing the tiger did before throwing him back into the sheets was to assure the wolf that the lesson would be well drilled into him before they were done.
The tiger reiterated the message (if not so much the content, then the intent) by slapping the paddle hard against the wolf's swollen red cheeks, throwing his entire weight into the swing, ending with a loud, sick smack of swollen cheeks against wood. He sat back now and lit a cigar as he looked at the wolf's cock through his spread legs. He lifted the paddle to the balls, pressing the flat end against them, moving it in small circles. The wolf began to whine in fear, and as the smoke reached his nostrils, he coughed. The tiger laughed at this and blew a thick cloud of smoke toward the wolf, who coughed and choked on it. He pressed the paddle firmly against the wolf's nut, already in tremendous pain from the month without release, making him wince and cry. He bounced them on the end of his paddle, teasing, both knowing what this game was leading to, but only the tiger knowing when exactly it would come. The wolf to sniveled and wriggled in anticipation.
The wolf was caught by surprise, then, when instead of a vicious smack to the balls, he felt a burn on his rump as the cigar was snuffed out in his rear fur. He howled in pain, a long extended cry building in volume as the butt burned, scorching the fur and skin. The wolf had been braced for something different entirely, and the unsuspected burn hit him much more painfully than he could have known. Now all his attention was on the cigar, hoping it would either snuff out or that the tiger would pull it back. In this moment of distraction, now, the tiger slapped the paddle against the dangling balls, making the wolf's beleaguered screams become a shrill shriek of pain. He arched his back, lifting his head as much as he could, his brow furrowed and eyes shut in pain, leaking tears that matted the fur around his cheeks. The tiger jerked his pet up by the harnass again, spoke shameful admonitions into his ear, and threw the sobbing bitch back down in disgust.
The tiger ditched the paddle then, sitting up against the wolf's butt, grinding his hard dick against the tailhole. He pulled the pet's tail up to his height, and as he teased the wolf he slapped his large paw into the wolf's rump, aggravating the burn. Each slap would make the wolf's maw shout and his cock tense, as even then his bent rod stood erect as ever, hoping for a paw to reach in and stroke it. The wolf hoped in vain that the tiger would take mercy on him and wrap his beefy orange paw around the curved dick. But, still, he was being punished, and the tiger only teased. Pre seeped from the tiger's black cock. The stubby rod was only five inches long, but the length was not the tiger's pride, it was his girth. It did not matter to most furs that the cat was short, when they rarely managed to get even the head of his monstrously thick member inside them.
The small wolf himself had never taken it or any cock. He was only a new pet and being broken in by a tiger who was accustomed to playing Master. The tiger figured that a thick cock plus a tight hole equaled one hell of a punishment, and the wolf had done the math long ago himself. He had spent his days fighting the urge to cum, all the while his mind fixated on the damage the bulky prick would do to his ass, imagining the pleasure it might even give.
Usually the tiger had to tell his partners it would only hurt for a little. At least this time he didn't have to lie. His other pets had come to him well broken in, made loose by their experience, and now the thought of having his cock buried in a tight, virgin ass was making him leak like an old faucet. His cock was slick with pre, and the head slid between the wolf's cheeks into the tight hole, making him shout in blissful pain. The hole was reluctant, the tiger needing to pull the wolf's shoulders to make the small pucker spread open wide to allow his head. The wolf didn't hold back his shouts, leaden with pain but unmistakably joyful. The cigar, now relit, moved back and forth in the tiger's grinning muzzle, smoke rising out of his nostrils like chimneys as he smoked casually.
The tiger grabbed the wolf's waist in his paws, and with one quick, vicious thrust buried his stout cock in the virgin tailhole. The wolf's body tensed around the shaft as it shook in pain, the wolf's muzzle opening for a fevered howl before being shut by the tiger's paw. The scream still rose in the wolf's throat, though unable to escape, and continued as the tiger began to thrust hard into the small ass. He could not thrust much, but he made each inch count. He pulled out, leaving only the very tip of his head in, and spread the tailhole open again with a powerful thrust. The wolf's cock continued to throb in anticipation, it not knowing it was being punished and denied. It swayed as the tiger's humps shook the wolf's body, the bed slamming against the wall.
The wolf, more than he wanted the cigar injury to stop burning, more than he wanted his ass to stop pulsing in pain with each thrust, more than he wanted his tender pink cheeks to stop sending shockwaves of pain through him with each slap of the tiger's body against them... he just wanted to cum. He felt his cock ready to explode, but knew well the consequences, and dedicated every ounce of his will to holding it in. Just the repression of the deluge of cum was more than he could bear. He'd take a hundred burns, a million paddles, and eighteen dicks if only he'd hear the tiger's permission to shoot his seed.
The wolf's balls tensed in desire, feigning as if to cum, but repressed by the sheer fear of disappointing Master. After a month of teasing, of living with Master, he knew the only thing worse than being in pain was being disobedient. The only thing that could possibly sting worse than a paddle was the shame of having let his owner down. The only thing more degrading than having cigars put out on his ass was simply to be unable to do as he was told.
He still tried to scream, but his Master's paw clamped harder over his muzzle. With his other paw he grabbed the wolf's harnass and lifted him up. He felt his Master's body pressing against his back. The tiger bit the wolf's ear and whispered "That's a good little pet, now show me how much you have stored up for me down there." At this the wolf's balls shook, his cock tensed, spasming in dry heaves as if it didn't know what to do, and then shot thick, powerful jets of cum into his own fur. The wolf shook violently as his body wracked in pleasure, letting every tension of the past month free, what seemed like gallons of spunk shooting out of his curved prick. The unique shape causing him to drench his own chest and tummy, the cum dripping in giant fragrant globs off him and onto the sheets below. He collapsed in a daze into puddles of his own goo, Master still inside him. The wolf gasped for air, still shaking in pleasure, not even aware of himself, his Master, or anything other than the rush of ecstasy now coursing through his veins.
His Master pulled out and turned him over, cradling the quivering body and scritching his pet lovingly. His meanness had seemed to wash away as he smooched and caressed his darling pet, who he now thought could become his prized possession. "No one has ever gone a month of teasing before," he admired. "I do this to all my pets to break them in, and in all my years none has lasted past the fifth day. I cannot adequately say how proud I am of you right now. You are something special, and I believe this is just the beginning of a long and great thing for the two of us. Love isn't a strong enough word."
"Well, I guess that's it for your reward then... now let's see how you take the rest of your punishment."