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🕑 Added 2025-08-17 02:29:39 +0000 UTCFitting Punishment for the Accident Prone
By KinkSaber
“What the hell are you doing here?!” The rabbit hissed under his breath. He felt as though the rug had been pulled from under him – to see the one person he did not expect at the grand corporate gala. His formal suit fitted him well, and it was one that he had specifically picked out for the occasion when he would finally be recognized for all of his achievements at work. A sudden wave of uneasiness washed over him. The wolf’s presence unnerved him.
Not that he was anxious or stressed about accepting the company accolades. No. But it’d seem that every single time he and the wolf were in close proximity, terrible luck followed him. First it was the flight and the ruined vacation; then it was the return flight; and then when he tried to make a peace offering with the wolf, his brand new car was side-swiped by the very same canine himself. While parked. No insurance, no nothing. Naturally, Cael forgave the wolf after weeks and weeks and weeks of compensation Chad had paid back with his body, but even then it was barely enough to quell the rabbit’s anger.
“I, uh. Work here?” The wolf replied sluggishly, as if it was the most silly question the rabbit could ask. Indeed, Chad sported a waiter’s outfit that was standard for the rest of the catering staff at the hotel that Cael’s company had rented out. The wolf stood straight up, shoulders back and chest up. When he wasn’t on his inadvertent warpath of ignorant and careless destruction, even Cael had to admit that Chad looked like the very model of professionalism. “I mean, tonight, I do. Catering. You know how it is. Never know what tomorrow brings or who I’d serve.”
The wolf winked, then added under his breath in a low voice that only the rabbit heard.
“Well, I mean, I know who I serve.”
Of course, the steady hand that the wolf had on the tray was more threatening to Cael than the pyramid of campaign glass that was the centerpiece of the room. A thousand terrible situations ran simulations in the rabbit’s head when he realized just what a minefield he had put himself into.
“Chad, buddy! I need you to stay very, very, VERY still.” The rabbit said sternly, with fire in his eyes that anger could not even begin to describe. He took a step back as cautiously as possible to distance himself from who he had dubbed the bullshit god of misfortune. “This is my only nice suit and, given our history, I want to keep it clean tonight!”
“I’ll have you know that I have never spilled a single drink on duty.” The wolf said pridefully. “Not once! Not even by accident!”
“It’s true.” The hyena that stood next to him smirked. “On duty, that is. As soon as he’s off the clock, it’s an entirely different story.”
“Don’t I know it!“ The rabbit pointed his finger at the wolf dramatically. “Stay six feet away from me at all times, Chad! Don’t you dare get a single inch closer!”
As if six feet were all it took to avoid the red threads of destiny.
The evening went on normally, with Cael jittery and paranoid. He kept his eyes on the wolf across the room, even as he sat in his designated seat in the winner’s circle. That’s what the table was called by the rest of the employees – the table situated next to the big wigs of the company at the front, just below the stage, so the recipients of the complementary but financially neutered awards could easily and quickly get in and out the spotlight for their presentations.
Between stealing glances at Chad, the rabbit also kept his sight on any and everything that could go wrong. There was of course the champagne glass pyramid, which is the classic movie troupe; and then there were the stage lights that hung above the tables that lit up the front stage area. There were the myriads of wines and beers that the caterers carried with them, and then there was Chad, the biggest disaster of all time, who stood at the side with a big silly grin on his face. He was a ticking time bomb, only there wasn’t a clock face to tell the rabbit just how much more time he had before the entire thing got blown all the way into the stratosphere.
“Nervous, Cael?” The raccoon who took a seat next to him asked. That was the new CTO of the company, who used to be the rabbit’s direct manager. Thanks to the raccoon’s promotion, though, the rabbit’s hard work was finally recognized and paid off. “Relax. These things are for show. Everyone knows it. You know it, I know it. Literally nobody will be paying attention to you; or they’ll be too drunk to care.”
“Hey Lucky.” The rabbit exhaled some of his tension away. “How’s the new position treating you? Haven’t seen your face much ever since you moved on up.”
“Okay, well, you’re next.” The raccoon laughed. “If you survive this night, which you will – that promotion is coming. I’m trying my damndest to put capable people in the right place in the technology department. If that unholy bitch Jane from HR gives you any grief at all, Cael, tell me. I’m going to make her life hell.”
“You are never going to let that go.” The rabbit smirked.
“Never. Fuck Jane from HR, and not in the good way.” The raccoon pulled out his phone. “Here. Look at this meme I made of her.”
“..This is way funnier when we did it on company time.” Cael burst out in laughter when he saw what the raccoon had to show him. “Oh my god. Send me this. I need this in my life.”
“ So, there’s no elegant way to ask this, but – do you want to tell me about that wolf you keep looking at, or should we wait until we’re on company time for that?“ The raccoon said with a sly grin.
“Wolf – what, him?! No! Oh gods, no. It’s not what you think!” The rabbit quickly fumbled over his words. “It’s not!”
“I wasn’t thinking of anything.” The raccoon said, as if he caught the rabbit in a trap. “Nothing at all. I just want to know if there was something going on there – but now I know there is. Heh heh heh. Well? Cael, I know you’re not the kind of person who keeps your eyes absolutely glued to someone like that. So do you wanna spill, or do we need a couple glasses of wine or beer first?”
“No wine!” The rabbit quickly rejected. “Nuh uh. Not a single drop of red wine around me tonight, and especially not if that damn wolf comes with it!”
“Uh huh.” The raccoon nodded.
“Look. All I’m saying is, whenever I see him, something bad happens, okay?” The rabbit puffed his cheeks. “He is like my personal bad luck charm and there ain’t enough luck in both my feet to counter him. Lawd-dy!”
“Sounds serious.” The raccoon teased. “Seriously like a crush. You’re cute, Cael. He’s cute. You two make a cute couple.”
“It’s not like that!” The rabbit blushed intensely as he remembered all the things that he and the wolf had done as ‘not a couple.’ “At all! See that pretentious pyramid of champagne glass? That’s a hundred percent going to come crashing down. One hundred percent, Lucky, you mark my words!”
“Well, I’m Lucky and I’ve always been Lucky.” The raccoon stuck out his tongue, proud of the pun that he rehearsed for so long and finally had a chance to use. “Maybe my luck will counter whatever bad luck he’s giving ya – and then you two can finally get together and deal with the sexual tension that’s fogging up the room.”
The rabbit lifted his arm and quickly took a whiff of himself. No. He didn’t smell like heat. Cael furrowed his brows at the giggling raccoon and glared. “That’s sexual harassment, Mr. Big time CTO!”
“What are you going to do about it, hmm? Tell Jane from HR?” The raccoon said it as if he dared the rabbit to do something about it.
“Fuck Jane from HR.”
Food soon arrived, but what he ate and what conversation followed, Cael forgot the moment he swallowed the morsels of food into his stomach. He couldn’t help but stare across the room to take note any time Chad appeared out of the door to the kitchens. Twice he almost bumped his elbow into the caterer behind him when he was focused on the wolf, and twice he narrowly avoided the fate of having red wine or tomato sauce spilled on him.
When the night found itself peacefully arriving at the awards ceremony, Cael still didn’t let up. He barely heard the names of the people who were called, or the awards they were given for their excellent service. The sound of hands clapping seemed to have been drowned out by the way the wolf moved his lips when he spoke with the hyena he met earlier. The two carnivorous predators smiled and chatted about themselves. What they were giggling about, the rabbit could only wonder.
“And, last, but not least – it is my immense pleasure as the CEO of this company to hand out this final award.” Cael looked to the stage briefly and recognized the snow leopard as Darvy Charmings. “Where others saw a challenge, he saw an opportunity. Where others saw a roadblock, he found a way through. What others called impossible, he made it possible. During our greatest time of need, he had pulled us through again and again. It’s no exaggeration to say that we would not be here tonight if he had not worked tirelessly to combat the illegal cyber attacks that targeted our company. Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for our very own – Cael Bayleaf!”
When his name was called, the rabbit couldn’t help but look away from the wolf and turn his head towards the stage. He blinked for two seconds, then remembered that it was his turn to take the spotlight. Cael hopped off his chair and stepped hurriedly towards the stairs, where he greeted the snow leopard with a wide smile and reached to shake his hand. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the wolf.
Chad was much, much, much, much closer than where he was ten seconds ago. The wolf stood in the center of the room as he cheered and clapped with the rest of the partygoers. Cael’s eyes widened. Suddenly, everything moved in slow motions.
Chad, in all of his excitement, began to dramatically clap his hands – and arms – over the entirety of his head. “CAEL! WOO! CAEL! GO CAEL GO!” He screamed, as he jumped with unfiltered excitement. For a split second he lost awareness of the space around him, and as he landed on his toes, he also stomped on the toes of Lucky, the raccoon, who just happened to take the chance to scope out exactly who this wolf was that Cael was so obsessed with.
“YEOOWWW!!” Lucky yipped, his voice drowned out by the cheers of the people around him. He stumbled backwards by reflex, and just as he took a half step back he jumped into the wolf’s friend the hyena, who carried with him a tray of hot soup, who also lost his balance, which then promptly crashed into the table that sat the human resources team and splashed that bitch Jane from head to toe in sweet, delicious tomato red.
Cael thought his heart was going to stop when he saw the disaster that unfolded.
Jane screamed about her dress and stood up promptly, her chair kicked from under her and smashed into a smaller mammalian that rushed over to see if anyone was hurt, which knocked them backwards and, as a measure to avoid crushing the small creature, the larger, heavier, and much more destructive elephant who followed behind tripped and fell – and sent a loud thump of shockwave towards the pyramid of champagne glass.
Cael held his breath. His eyes darted towards the wolf, who was wide eyed and could only watch in horror as the hundreds of glasses shattered and spread all over the floor along with the bubbly champagne that it briefly held. The shards of glass and champagne sparkled in the air as they fell, until the entire thing came crashing down in a cascade.
As if on cue, the guests began to scatter away from the site of impact. Indignant, Jane screeched and dabbed herself with a napkin as she pushed people out of her way, and one of the unfortunate few was the sommelier, who had with him the large bottle of champagne that was to be popped on stage before the drinks were served. To get ready for the finale of the awards celebration, the cork had already been loosened, and was only superficially kept bottled up by the sommelier’s thumb. The moment Jane shoved him aside, the sommelier lost his balance for a moment, his thumb shifted, and the cork flew onto the stage and smacked Cael right between the eyes.
That was, of course, followed by the gush of white, foamy bubblies that splashed him wet and sticky from head to toe. Fate was cruel. The snow leopard who stood next to him didn’t catch a single drop of collateral damage.
Cael sighed with droopy eyes. Why did he expect anything different? How could it possibly get any worse than this?
That was, of course, answered in a flash. Quite literally; as the event photographer took the unfortunate timing of pressing the shutter to his camera to immortalize the moment forever – the rabbit, one hand still shaking that of the snow leopard, a red mark on his forehead, and of course soaked completely in champagne foam.
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“HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE – I’M SORR-REE-HEE-HEE HEE HEE!! SORRY! SORRY! I AM, I AM, I AM!” The wolf bellowed deeply as he twisted his body from side to side. That did nothing to free him from the bondage that the rabbit had put him into this time. His arms were tied to the bed posts and his feet were tied together, pulled towards the end of the bed. His body formed a Y shape, and the rabbit sat on his legs.
“NOT SORRY ENOUGH!” The rabbit snapped back as he scrubbed the wolf’s toes as much as he wanted – with an electric tooth brush. There was no teasing, no foreplay, and definitely no warming up this time. Cael was filled with pure rage as the most important celebration of his work had been ruined.
“BUT I AAA-HAHH-HAHH-HAHH AMMM!!” The rabbit scrubbed harder. His own thumb pushed against the handle of the toothbrush and forced the vibrating bristles to dig into the toe pads and between the wolf’s toes. He reached for another with his free hand. With the wolf’s big toes tied together they had nowhere to go and nothing to hide behind. The more he struggled against the bondage the more helpless Chad felt under the rabbit’s domineering demeanor; and the helplessness made him feel more and more sensitive all over.
Chad scrunched his toes and heaved with hysteria as the rabbit forced the bristled brush heads between his digits, and the harder he laughed the more it drove the rabbit to punish him more. The wolf knew he deserved everything Cael had to dish out, and in truth he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the vast majority of it – but he was also not the idiot that the rabbit believed him to be; Chad did his damned best to contain just how much he loved being under the rabbit’s vengeful wrath, but as the seconds ticked by it his cock had become harder than it ever had been, and it proved impossible to conceal how aroused he was as his toe pads were brushed continuously until they had turned from a pale creamy shade to a blushy pink.
Even when the rabbit’s forearms began to burn with tiredness Cael did not stop. Instead he dropped the toothbrushes in favor of his fingers and scratched against the wolf’s soft soles. He ravaged them as he pleased, and there was a particular delight in feeling Chad’s warm feet against the tip of his fingers. The way the wolf’s feet jerked back with each ticklish scratch made the experience more real and more alive for the rabbit; and so even when Chad’s initially hysterical laughter became more of a manageable food of giggles, the rabbit was still content with the way he dished out the punishment.
It wasn’t until Chad made the mistake of buckling his hip, even subconsciously, against the rabbit’s butt, that Cael caught on to how erect and aroused the wolf had been. He was mad, but even Cael had to admit that the wolf had shown plenty of self restraint compared to the previous tickle sessions that he had put the wolf under. The sensitive cock pressed briefly against the rabbit’s buttcheeks, and the wolf inadvertently moaned with the sudden induction of pleasure that inhibited his self control.
“Damn horny wolf..!” The rabbit hissed. He felt his cheeks flush and his heart palpitate. The adrenaline was still fresh in his veins and Cael still felt the dizzy rush of anger in his head. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this!”
“B’uhhah-hah-hah-hah-aah Cael! Caeeeel!” Chad whined, his mouth still full of the giggles that kept on pouring out without end in sight. “It fee-hee-ls good! I can’t help it! It feels goo-good!”
When he sat on top of the wolf, it was easy to feel when Chad shuddered with pleasure. Those sensitive feet that loved to be tickled and teased and tormented and, in so many cases, abused to the rabbit’s content. The more intense, the more the wolf was into it – and don’t Cael know it well. No matter how ‘in charge’ he was between him and the wolf, it seemed that the rabbit could never really have a win.
He gave the wolf a slap against the side of his thighs. The crisp smack echoed in the room and snapped the wolf out of his tickle daze. Chad didn’t hate that Cael got rough from time to time. In fact, he much preferred it. When the rabbit was off the rails one way or another, it was nothing but tender spice.
“Pfft.” The wolf stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “It’s true. I mean, Cael – Master Cael, this is all your fault!”
“Excuse me?!” The rabbit spun himself around and flicked the tip of the wolf’s cock with his finger. “The gall! You ruined my award ceremony!”
“And you ruined my cock!” The wolf said shamelessly. “I can’t even touch myself without thinking of you. Of your scent! Can’t get a half decent orgasm until I have my feet tickled now, no matter how hard I try!”
The rabbit’s blush burned even hotter. The wolf had no tact, but what he said rang true – and that made the rabbit feel conflicted. Angry and aroused, both equally intense in his mind and his heart.
“You.. you.. You!!” Cael sputtered.
“And it’s your fault my feet are ruined, too!” The wolf pushed. “So you need to take responsibility for it!”
“What’s that supposed to mean!” The rabbit grabbed the wolf’s cock and gave it a good jerk. To show that he was in charge, of course – but the way the wolf moaned and the way that shaft twitched in his hand made it all the more confusing.
“Well, like you said!” Chad recounted, with seductive, bedroom eyes. “You told me to put lotion on them, so I did – every morning and every night. Replaced my wardrobe with moisturizing socks. Bought new gel insoles to keep them soft.”
“Grrr..!” It was the rabbit’s turn to get an erection between his legs. Even though they’ve seen each other's bodies many times, he still felt embarrassed when the wolf so easily made him stiff.
“..Put on an extra blanket at night to keep them sweaty for you, too.” The wolf added. “I knew how much you liked them that way, so every Friday night when I went to bed I’d wrap them up in an extra blanket to keep them all hot and sweaty and marinate overnight so they’d be ready and tasty for you when you came over. I’m such a good boy for Master Cael, aren’t I?”
“Good boys don’t destroy an entire company dinner event!” The rabbit poked his finger into the wolf’s chest. Chad really, really liked it when Cael took charge, especially when there was a rush of danger and realness to it. He just needed to dangle a little more bait to send Cael into a frenzy. “And you’re enjoying your punishment way too much!”
“Then maybe you should do what makes you happy instead of what makes me happy, Master Cael.” The wolf scrunched his toes. Even without looking at them directly, the rabbit knew what the wolf just did – from the simply tense and untensed muscle movement in the legs that he sat on. “Go on. They’re all yours. All yours!”
“You’re a real brat, you know that!” The rabbit’s ears were practically whistling from the steam that escaped his head. He had to really teach the wolf a lesson.
Cael reached for the wolf’s discarded socks and balled it up. Even without bringing them to his nose he smelled just how strong they were. They had left the wolf’s feet an hour ago, and yet the wolf’s musky scent still lingered on them as if they had been freshly peeled. It wasn’t a bad scent. Chad always had a bit of a salty whiff to him, but the wolf kept himself impeccably clean, so there was no grossness to it. The rabbit rather liked it, too, and he snapped himself out of that pseudo hypnotism to do what he set out to – to stuff the balled sock into the wolf’s open, waiting maw, as if Chad had read his mind.
The rabbit then tore a long stripe of duct tape from the roll and wrapped it around the wolf’s snout before he took one of the wolf’s discarded shoes and hooked the opening over Chad’s nose. The wolf instantly took a deep breath of the scent and sighed with glee. Cael wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the scent of those well worn shoes – Chad did, too. At least, he had learned to love his own musky, sweaty feet; it was a lesson taught by the rabbit, after all.
With the wolf gagged and made even more pacified than he already was, the rabbit decided to take Chad’s advice – to enjoy himself with the wolf’s body.
Cael laid himself next to the wolf’s feet on the large bed and rather than the intense tickling that he had inflicted on them, the rabbit pushed his nose against the wolf’s sweaty soles and nuzzled them as he allowed his senses to indulge in the present experience. He took small whiffs of Chad’s soles and gave slow, loving licks against the arches and insteps of the wolf’s feet. His cheeks pushed against the softness of the balls and pads and he rubbed against them as much as he wanted. Chad didn’t lie – his feet felt much softer than the first two times they had run into each other, at least, with the constant attention and new nightly routine that the wolf had kept up.
Cael didn’t even remember when the subject was brought up. He was pretty certain he didn’t order the wolf to lotion his soles for his sake. Was it a passing comment? Or perhaps it was a time when they spoke casually about skin care routines? Not that they had much to talk about other than the wolf’s path of rampant destruction against the rabbit’s property. There must have been a text in the early days that Cael mentioned about the lotion thing, and Chad took the initiative to follow.
The memory faded and Cael was reminded once again why he was there that night – not three hours before, Chad had ruined the dinner event.
The rabbit huffed, then Cael became more daring. The rabbit opened his mouth and bit into the wolf’s thick, meaty heel.
“MMMMMPH!!” The wolf yelled into the sock gag. Not in distress, just surprised.
“..Good!” The rabbit snapped back. “You’re going to be my chew toy, you hear me? That’s the least you can do – and you better really scream!”
Cael expected a whimper or some sort of signal from the wolf to beg him not to, but when he saw that Chad had only nodded, he was somewhat relieved that the wolf didn’t mind it. He opened his mouth and bit into the heel again – slightly off center this time. The wolf’s foot flesh felt amazing between his teeth, and so Cael grinded his teeth together with some jaw strength and bit again.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”
Cael let his teeth sink into the sole all the way up, from the heels, up the blade of the feet, then took each toe into his mouth and punished them individually with a good nip. He bit hard enough to leak a brief mark on the skin, but nowhere near enough to break it. It was a good snack and a good stress ball for his maw. When he got to the big toe, however, he gave it just an extra pinch and held it for several seconds longer. Chad did as he was told and didn’t hold anything back – not that the meek rabbit could really hurt him or anything; but Chad figured that Cael deserved his revenge, and so he yelled, muffled, into the gag. Partially dramatic, and partially reflex – he knew the rabbit had mostly forgiven him by the time the nibbling was done and the licking had begun.
The gentle laps soon turned into hungry, eager licks as the rabbit used not just his tongue, but his lips to suckle on the tender flesh that still stung from his nibbles. The wolf cooed as the pain was slowly lapped away, but even more so he could himself erect the full time – even though the rougher nibble play. When the suckling turned to his toes, Chad couldn’t help but wiggle those digits in the rabbit’s maw. Even while the big toe was tied together, the others were free to dance and play with Cael’s tongue, and so the wolf’s mischievous side got the better of him, and he tried to wiggle them out of the rabbit’s mouth, despite how much he loved feeling them there.
The danger and the rush of egging the rabbit on seemed much more of a thrill to the wolf at times. When he saw the rabbit’s brow furrow from his defiance, the wolf couldn’t hide the grin that naturally appeared on his face. When he flexed his foot away from the rabbit’s grasp next, the twitch in the rabbit’s eye mirrored the aroused twitch of his hard, stiff cock.
That, perhaps, was what made Chad such an asshole to begin with – he wanted to challenge the world and see if someone could tame his primordial wildness; to conquer the jungle and the king that ruled it. He was a brat and he deserved to be punished, and he dared someone bigger, badder, and stronger to put him in his place.
He never imagined it would be a rabbit half his size, with legs thinner than his forearms that kicked his ass all the way to Zebraska and back, or that he would be so enamored by the way that Cael did it.
He clenched his toes when he felt that familiar tingle in his crotch. He tensed the muscles in his hips and groin, and his body shook as he tried to buckle into the air. He was close. So close. He balled his fists and pulled his arms, until he had done it just a little too much, and snapped the cheap metal chains that were supposed to hold him back.
“..Mmmph!?” Chad exclaimed through the sweaty socks. With one arm freed, though, he couldn’t help but reach it downwards to touch himself.
“HEY!” The rabbit snapped, and threw himself over to grab the wolf’s wrist before Chad could touch himself. “I don’t recall giving you permission to do that!”
“HnnnmmmmmmMMmmmmmMMmmmmm!!” Chad whined. He wanted it so much.
“You’re such a bad boy!” Cael’s brows furrowed again, until his forehead was wrinkled. “You know what? I wasn’t going to use this on you, but now I see I don’t really have a choice!“
Cael hopped off the bed and rummaged through his bag until he returned with something hidden in his hand. “Now close your eyes and don’t you dare peek!” He commanded.
Chad followed the instructions to the letter and squeezed them shut. He felt the rabbit toy with his cock. He wanted to sneak a peek, but even he knew that he shouldn’t push all of the rabbit’s buttons at the same time, so he waited, as did Cael – until the wolf’s shaft became softened and easier to handle.
Then, Cael took the chance and slipped the titanium alloy cage over the wolf’s cock and locked it in place. The cold metal made the wolf gasp and suck in a breath of his own sweaty socks, the very same scent that aroused him – except this time, his cock pressed against the small cage that trapped him and refused him an erection.
“Mrrrhh??” Chad opened his eyes to see his huge cock now neutralized by the rabbit’s disciplinary toy. He shook his head from side to side, but in his mind he found this hotter than anything else he had ever experienced in his life. All of his freedom to touch himself had been stripped away from him in mere moments. The cock that he would play with so often was now completely out of reach to him.
“And I’m not taking it off until you learn to behave, you brat!” The rabbit said with stern firmness. That voice of authority made the wolf whine harder, when his cock ached to be touched.
The rabbit returned his attention to the wolf’s toes and licked between them, then laid upon them kisses after kisses to show how much he enjoyed the sound of the wolf’s desperate whines as the background of his foot worship session. It was barely two in the morning, and it was Saturday. He had plenty of time to torment Chad.
Plenty of time to drag his tongue up from the nibbled heels, cross the smooth, ticklish arches, and between those suckable, tasty toes.
“I thought I’d keep you as my tickle toy, but I now understand you enjoy that too much for it to be an actual punishment.” The rabbit wetted his lips before he pushed his face into those tender arches and nuzzled. He kissed the heels, then bared his teeth and chewed on them again, to which the wolf cried into his gag.
Even with one hand free, he could barely touch himself through the fully plated cock cage. He fiddled with it, pressed his thumb against the cool metallic surface, which soon warmed to his body temperature. There was a small opening for him to relieve himself, and several smaller holes that the wolf assumed were used to let water out when he cleansed himself. Other than that, though, just about the entirety of his cock and balls were hidden inside the cramped iron maiden.
His fingers found a dial, and he mindlessly spun it, as if it was a fiddle toy.
“Ah-ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” It was Cael’s turn to smirk. “That’s a number lock, and you only ever get three tries to open it. Get it wrong three times and it’s on there permanently. Of course, you can go to the hospital and get it sawed off, but you don’t want to show this to anyone else, do you?”
The wolf shook his head, but he was so turned on now that his cock was under the rabbit’s control that he barely registered what the words that came out of Cael’s mouth even meant.
“If and when you’re a good boy, I will give you the privilege of cumming.” Cael said, then inserted the wolf’s big toes into his mouth and suckled on them like candy. The wolf’s fist tensed. He reached for the next best thing – his asshole – and rubbed the rim of it. It was when he heard Cael’s displeasure that he withdrew his hand with a saddened, dejected whine.
“Now, you better spread these toes for me, Chad. I’m going to spend the whole weekend with ‘em and suck on them until all the flavor is gone, and then I’m going to suck on them some more just for fun. When I decide I’m done, I’m going to rake my brushes all over them until you howl at the moon like a bitch in heat, you understand me?”
The wolf gulped. It was hard to take the rabbit’s threat ‘seriously’ when he was so turned on – and he did want the rabbit to scrub his soles until his mind turned to putty while he inhaled the scent of his own sweat marinated shoes.
Even with his big toes tied together, it was eager to see how much the wolf wanted to pleasure the rabbit by how widely he fanned his toes out, just as his master demanded.
“Oh, and just so we’re on the same page, Chad.” The rabbit lapped between the wolf’s digits and swallowed the salty, delicious flavor. “These feet? They’re for my pleasure now. Not yours. Not anymore. So you better get used to it. And that cock? That’s my toy now, and it’s not gonna be played with unless I want it to be. So until further notice, I’m downgrading you from my tickle pet to my personal foot cuck.”
If he wasn’t caged, the wolf might have just creamed himself right then and there.
=The end=
