	The time here seemed to flow so strangely to him. Anton knew that how long he had been there had to be counted in hours, but it also felt like it could have been days. It could have been minutes as well. His head was pleasantly fuzzy about the details of the intervening time, he'd been simply enjoying the submissive haze he'd been in since shortly after his 'ordeal' started.
	Anton was bound over a table of some kind, lightly padded so not ENTIRELY uncomfortable, his wrists cuffed  at the corners, outstretched arms strapped securely, and his knees spread and cuffed to the leg on either side. His head was restrained as well, unable to turn to see behind him, and his tail was tied out of the way. The young armadillo's heart raced knowing that the most vulnerable parts of his body, those unprotected by his shell, were exposed freely to whatever his captor wished. 
	As evidenced by the precum smeared against the table where the tip of his cock was able to rub against it, and pooling between his feet, he was incredibly aroused by the situation. From the moment he was strapped against the table, his exposed ass had been alternatingly spanked, caressed, kissed, lubricated, fingered, fucked, and spanked more. His cock hadn't been touched at all, except for when the spanking made him rub against the table, involuntarily thrusting his hips and rubbing the sensitive tip against the padding. He didn't know if his tormentor would bother with his cock, seeing as how hard he became the moment he was secured. 
	Part of him wished they would, he had been hovering for so long, taken to the edge again and again. Every time he drew close to orgasm, be it from the spanking or the fucking, or any of the other stimulations he had gotten, it would cease. He'd be left to whimper and moan, struggling to hump or rub his way to the finish while his captor seemed to vanish. Maybe they left him, or perhaps they simply stepped back to watch his frustration. He didn't know which thought turned him on more.
	Anton's ass was currently throbbing and burning pleasantly, having just been freshly spanked a cycle or two ago. He relished the feeling, even though he knew that there would be more pain once his tight cheeks were punished once more. It was almost all he could concentrate on, that, and the dripping from his cock. He could FEEL the precum slowly leaking from him, every drop another teasing touch to the tip of his member. He moaned out loud again, wishing that he'd receive another touch, something, ANYTHING soon.
	His entire body jerked involuntarily once more. There it was. The slightly-cool lubricant, from a warm finger, being spread around his asshole. He could feel his cheeks being spread slightly as his unseen master prepared his tight hole again. Anton whimpered, as the fingertip slipped just inside him, just enough to spread the slickness, not enough to reach the sweet spot inside him. He knew that this meant something was going inside him soon. Would this be it? Would he finally be able to cum? Would his tormentor finally fuck him, until his cock erupted in ecstasy? All Anton could do was wait, whimpering and shaking, as they took their time lubricating him.
	He gasped at the sensation of something larger than the fingertip pushing inside him. Wait, what was this? It was something different. It wasn't warm and pulsing like the cock that had been fucking his ass over and over, it was smooth and rubbery. A toy? What was going to happen now? Deeper and deeper, he could feel it sliding in, the toy had some kind of a textured bit, a bulbous tip. When it came to rest right against his prostate, he understood. Anton barely had time to prepare himself before the toy switched on, humming low and buzzing against that spot inside him. 
	Anton's mind began to cloud again, as he waited for the buzzing to intensify, for the toy to start sliding in and out. He was only barely able to comprehend when the toy did move, just slightly, rubbing against that part of his asshole alone. It wasn't getting any stronger, and the rubbing was...
	"No... No! Please?!" He began trying to thrash against the restraints, he knew what this was, what was happening to him. "Not that! Please!" Anton could already feel it starting. The gentle massaging against his prostate, how aroused he was, he could feel the throbbing starting in his balls. They were going to milk him. All the cum that he had built up over every teasing minute, they were going to just let it pour out of him. No orgasm. No cumming. No satisfaction. "PLEASE! I need to CUM! Please don't drain me!"
	No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get loose in the slightest. Even as his thrashing caused the tip of his cock to rub against the table again, it wasn't enough. It was just spreading the precum leaking from his hole. "Please! PLEASE! PLEASE!" Anton could feel the first surge traveling up his shaft. He felt when the precum turned to thick semen, and wailed. "Let me cum! MAKE ME CUM! I NEED IT, PLEASE!" No response, other than the implacable toy, slowly rocking inside him, forcing more and more of his precious cum, his needed orgasm, to dribble from his cock weakly.
	Anton was completely lost in his haze now, humping against the table uselessly, whimpering the word 'please' pathetically over and over again. Deeper into his submission, his head getting fuzzier and fuzzier. Until he felt the first slap. The burning pain in his ass cheek sharpened him enough to realize that the humming had grown louder. The toy had turned up a notch, and was moving faster. Another slap, and this time he felt the toy's pace increase as well. The captor was spanking him, and each time they did, they turned the toy up a little more. He was starting to climb again, feeling his asshole starting to be fucked properly. All he could do was moan, not even able to babble incoherently.
	His ass was burning again, he could feel the fiery glow in his cheeks, he was so CLOSE now. Everything seemed to be building to a crescendo, his humping, the spanking, the toy pistoning in and out in earnest now. Anton couldn't even see straight, all he could do was FEEL.
	"Please... Please... Please... Please..." The litany started anew, he was so desperate to finally cum. Anton barely registered when the buzzing toy was replaced with something hot, throbbing instead of buzzing. He could hear the grunting behind him and the slapping of flesh against flesh. It was almost like being spanked again, but not as sharply. He was ecstatic, being fucked and filled, his cock on the verge of exploding, lost in all the sensations. He was on the edge, once more.
	It didn't stop. It wasn't stopping this time, he was climbing closer and closer. He thought he heard speaking, but couldn't be sure. 'Little slut!' 'Take it now!' 'Here it comes!' When the cock buried itself completely in his ass and started to pulse, he knew there was no stopping for either of them. As the liquid heat began to flood his bowels, he felt his own cum surging through his shaft. He moaned loudly as he came, bucking his hips back and forth from the member inside him to the table rubbing against him. Jet after jet of cum spattering all over the floor at his feet.
	Anton slumped against the table as he was released from the straps, one by one. Resting in the afterglow as he felt warm lips press against each restrained part of his body in gentle kisses. The smile across his face was almost enough to hurt, but that was nothing in the face of everything else he was feeling.
	"How was that, Anton? Did you like it?" 
	He turned to give his love a sweet smile.
	"Mmmm, yes... And I think I know EXACTLY what to give you for my turn..."