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Art done by RawrRarr on FA, commissioned by me.","writing":"What was there to be afraid of? Allen asked himself this a few times on the drive over here, but he never found an answer that satisfied him. There wasn’t nothing to be afraid of-if there was truly nothing to fear, he wouldn’t feel like he had a bowling ball in his stomach. But he couldn’t pin down exactly what he feared. Was it a fear that the handsome Delphox he had met briefly in a smoky bar would try and enslave him? Was it a fear that he would be killed? It wasn’t either of those things-while Allen wasn’t exactly a veteran of the scene, he had been with enough people to tell the psychos from everyone else, and he hadn’t gotten that vibe from Alistair. Maybe he was afraid that he wasn’t going to enjoy himself? Or (this thought occurred to him as he took the exit that the GPS told him to) was he afraid that he would disappoint the Delphox who had so captivated him? He hadn’t thought like this before, but he hadn’t met anyone like Alistair before, either.\n\nThe Umbreon had never met someone quite so captivating and enticing. Sitting next to the Delphox at the bar, \nAllen found himself drawn in by his presence, drinking in everything about him. The carefully tailored suit, charcoal grey and classy; the rich, rumbling Scottish accent, as dark and elegant as a mahogany piano; the cigar that Alistair occasionally took puffs from, exhaling plumes of smoke through his nostrils. Allen had noticed the golden band on his left ring finger, but he was reassured. “Joseph knows,” Alistair said, idly swirling his glass of red wine. “We love each other dearly, of course, but neither of us mind…he sends me pictures of his sessions, mind you, I can pull them up on my phone if you’d like…”\n\nAllen was left with a phone number, written neatly in a long hand; for some reason, the fact that Alistair crossed his sevens stuck in the Umbreon’s mind. The two planned back and forth over messages, discussing their kinks and their schedules and their limits, and finally the time came for Allen to drive to the Delphox’s manor and meet him again.\n\nAnd so, on a Sunday afternoon in spring, Allen parked his car, wiped the sweat off of his palms, and shut the door.\n\n---\n\nThe grandfather clock in the corner of the room kept its metronomic time, ticking and tocking for every second that went by. It was 2:56 in the afternoon-the “appointment” (Allen supposed he could call it that) was at three. \n\nThe servant who had led him inside (a plump, affable Flareon named Rosie) had offered him a drink as he waited, which he turned down. He wasn’t that thirsty, anyway (though if he kept swallowing out of nerves he might get there soon).\n\nAllen waited in the living room (the parlor? The den? He didn’t quite know what to call it in a manor), fidgeting and glancing at the door on the other side of the room. The Umbreon’s foot tap-tap-tapped on the hardwood floor, a nervous tic that he hadn’t grown out of. It wasn’t even that Alistair was late, it was that Allen simply could not wait any longer-it felt like his skeleton was vibrating in anticipation.\n\nAllen’s head snapped up. The handle turned, and the door slowly opened.\n\n---\n\nAlistair Carlisle’s boots were made of thick black leather, and the heavy soles thudded against the hardwood floor as he walked. Leather chaps clung to strong, muscled legs, the Delphox’s firm calves and hard thighs outlined beautifully in the black gear. A riding crop hung from Alistair’s belt, swaying slightly before coming to a halt. An x-harness criss-crossed his torso, framing his hairy chest and hard nipples. He held a smoldering cigar in his gloved right hand, his long fingers holding it in place as he took a long puff from it. Allen stared at him for a moment, silent.\n\n“Well? Do you like what you see, boy?” There it was, that rich thrum, that smoky voice that made Allen shiver. \n\nThe Delphox stepped forward, standing over the seated Umbreon, and tilted his head. “Hmmm?” Allen gave a weak little nod, which Alistair seemed to find satisfactory. “Good. Now…” Alistair’s riding crop came off of his belt, gently tapping the Umbreon’s chin and guiding his head upwards, to Alistair’s gleaming eyes and wolfish grin. “Are you ready to begin?”\n\n---\n\n“That’s a good lad...keep going. It’s still not quite clean.”\n\n“Nnngk.”\n\n“Yes, that’s right. Go on.”\n\nSlurp, slp, slup. Allen’s long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth, dragging itself along Alistair’s boot from the tip of the toe to the top of the laces, before lowering itself back down to the toe. Allen had done this once before, but never quite so thoroughly. His tongue was starting to hurt, and his mouth tasted overwhelmingly of the Delphox’s boots.\n\n“I didn’t tell you to stop, boy.”\n\n“Sorry, s-MMMF!”\n\nWith an irritated huff, Alistair lifted his right foot and pressed it onto the back of Allen’s head, pinning his face against his boot and holding it there. “I’m going to keep my boot pressed down for a minute, Allen,” Alistair said, almost casually. “I’ll let you go if I hear some enthusiastic cleaning. Is that understood?”\n\nIt was understood loud and clear. Allen set to work, his tired tongue dragging itself up and down, up and down the Delphox’s boot leather. The taste was strong, sharp and masculine, but he persisted. Drool dribbled from the corner of his lips onto the leather, and he gave wheezing little moans of pleasure that only grew louder the more the pressure on the back of his head grew.\n\nAfter what seemed like ages, Alistair lifted his boot, and Allen gave a loud gasp, coughing and snorting a bit. The Delphox just crossed his arms.\n\n“Now the other one, if you please.”\n\n---\n\nTHWACK!\n\n“OW! One, sir, thank you sir, may I have another?”\n\nTHWACK!\n\n“OOOW! O-one, sir, thank you sir, may I have another?”\n\nTHWACK!\n\n“NNNNGHF! OnesirthankyousirmayIhaveanother?”\n\nAn affectionate little chuckle. “You’re so cute…do you know that you kept repeating one instead of counting, boy?”\n\nAllen’s eyes widened, and he hastily rattled off apologies. \n\n“Imsorrysirididntrealizeitihadneverdonesomethinglikethisim-“\n\n“Shoosh. Breathe, boy. Breathe in. Go on.”\n\nA deep, shuddering breath.\n\n“Now, breathe out.”\n\nA loud whoosh of air from the Umbreon’s lips.\n\n“Again. Breathe in…”\n\nHuuuuuuuhf!\n\n“Breathe out.”\n\nWhoooooosh.\n\n“Now, let’s start again…fifteen strokes, boy. Understood?”\n\n---\n\nAlistair was taking a short break. The Delphox was a busy man in general, after all, and he always had something that needed tending to, whether it be on the phone or otherwise. That didn’t mean he couldn’t entertain some guests, it just meant he had to find other uses for them…\n\nA pair of reading glasses perched atop the Delphox’s nose as he paged through a binder spread out upon his leather-clad thighs. His gloved hand held a pencil, jotting down a note here or a calculation there. He clenched the cigar in his mouth, inhaling puffs of smoke and exhaling them through his nostrils. He was quiet and concentrated.\n\n“Mmmmmf.”\n\nAllen, on the other hand, was not. He was sitting in front of the chair, head craned back so that it rested on the cushion, body stretched out before him. His nose was buried deep within the cleft of Alistair’s dense, hairy musclebutt, the back of his head pushed into the cushion as Alistair sat his full weight down.\n\n“Mmmmrf. Mruf!”\n\nAlistair paused in his work for a moment, rolling his eyes and reaching his left hand down to grab at a silver chain connecting two nipple clamps. With a firm tug at the chain, Allen gave a sharp, high-pitched squawk muffled by Alistair’s ass.\n\n“Was I not clear?” Alistair scolded. “I told you before I sat down that you were to be perfectly still for me. Didn’t you hear that, lad?” Allen gave some murmured apology that would probably be barely audible even if he wasn’t speaking right against Alistair’s wrinkled, hairy pucker. The Delphox sighed, before his attention was caught by his phone vibrating on the coffee table. He picked it up and answered it.\n\n“Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Carlisle. Thank you for calling me, by the way, I’m sorry that you’ve gone to the trouble of calling me on a Sunday...don’t worry, this won’t take long, a half-hour all told…”\n\n---\n\nOver the course of the afternoon, Allen had polished both of Alistair’s boots with his tongue and buffed it with his cheeks. He had bent over and allowed Alistair to rain down vicious strikes with his riding crop, making his poor rump throb and ache. He had been made to lay his head on a couch cushion and serve as Alistair’s seat as the Delphox worked for the longest, most torturously enjoyable hour of Allen’s life.\n\nAll of that, the crop and the nipple clamps and the boots, all of that was worth it when Alistair bade the Umbreon goodbye. Once Allen had gotten back into his clothes, the Delphox beckoned him closer, wrapping him up in a firm, protective embrace and murmuring what Allen wanted to hear.\n\n“I’m sure you wanted to suck my dick today,” Alistair said, that warm Scottish accent playing in Allen’s ears. “But I can’t give you everything on the first day, can I?”\n\nA kiss, firm and directly on the lips. Allen’s parted, allowing Alistair’s tongue to snake inside for a half-minute declaration of dominance. A wet pop.\n\n“I hope you’ll come back next Sunday, Allen. I’ll be waiting for you.”\n\nAs Allen drove away from Alistair’s manor, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a wide, giddy grin spread across his black-furred face.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"What was there to be afraid of? Allen asked himself this a few times on the drive over here, but he never found an answer that satisfied him. There wasn’t nothing to be afraid of-if there was truly nothing to fear, he wouldn’t feel like he had a bowling ball in his stomach. But he couldn’t pin down exactly what he feared. Was it a fear that the handsome Delphox he had met briefly in a smoky bar would try and enslave him? Was it a fear that he would be killed? It wasn’t either of those things-while Allen wasn’t exactly a veteran of the scene, he had been with enough people to tell the psychos from everyone else, and he hadn’t gotten that vibe from Alistair. Maybe he was afraid that he wasn’t going to enjoy himself? Or (this thought occurred to him as he took the exit that the GPS told him to) was he afraid that he would disappoint the Delphox who had so captivated him? He hadn’t thought like this before, but he hadn’t met anyone like Alistair before, either.
The Umbreon had never met someone quite so captivating and enticing. Sitting next to the Delphox at the bar,
Allen found himself drawn in by his presence, drinking in everything about him. The carefully tailored suit, charcoal grey and classy; the rich, rumbling Scottish accent, as dark and elegant as a mahogany piano; the cigar that Alistair occasionally took puffs from, exhaling plumes of smoke through his nostrils. Allen had noticed the golden band on his left ring finger, but he was reassured. “Joseph knows,” Alistair said, idly swirling his glass of red wine. “We love each other dearly, of course, but neither of us mind…he sends me pictures of his sessions, mind you, I can pull them up on my phone if you’d like…”
Allen was left with a phone number, written neatly in a long hand; for some reason, the fact that Alistair crossed his sevens stuck in the Umbreon’s mind. The two planned back and forth over messages, discussing their kinks and their schedules and their limits, and finally the time came for Allen to drive to the Delphox’s manor and meet him again.
And so, on a Sunday afternoon in spring, Allen parked his car, wiped the sweat off of his palms, and shut the door.
---
The grandfather clock in the corner of the room kept its metronomic time, ticking and tocking for every second that went by. It was 2:56 in the afternoon-the “appointment” (Allen supposed he could call it that) was at three.
The servant who had led him inside (a plump, affable Flareon named Rosie) had offered him a drink as he waited, which he turned down. He wasn’t that thirsty, anyway (though if he kept swallowing out of nerves he might get there soon).
Allen waited in the living room (the parlor? The den? He didn’t quite know what to call it in a manor), fidgeting and glancing at the door on the other side of the room. The Umbreon’s foot tap-tap-tapped on the hardwood floor, a nervous tic that he hadn’t grown out of. It wasn’t even that Alistair was late, it was that Allen simply could not wait any longer-it felt like his skeleton was vibrating in anticipation.
Allen’s head snapped up. The handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
---
Alistair Carlisle’s boots were made of thick black leather, and the heavy soles thudded against the hardwood floor as he walked. Leather chaps clung to strong, muscled legs, the Delphox’s firm calves and hard thighs outlined beautifully in the black gear. A riding crop hung from Alistair’s belt, swaying slightly before coming to a halt. An x-harness criss-crossed his torso, framing his hairy chest and hard nipples. He held a smoldering cigar in his gloved right hand, his long fingers holding it in place as he took a long puff from it. Allen stared at him for a moment, silent.
“Well? Do you like what you see, boy?” There it was, that rich thrum, that smoky voice that made Allen shiver.
The Delphox stepped forward, standing over the seated Umbreon, and tilted his head. “Hmmm?” Allen gave a weak little nod, which Alistair seemed to find satisfactory. “Good. Now…” Alistair’s riding crop came off of his belt, gently tapping the Umbreon’s chin and guiding his head upwards, to Alistair’s gleaming eyes and wolfish grin. “Are you ready to begin?”
---
“That’s a good lad...keep going. It’s still not quite clean.”
“Nnngk.”
“Yes, that’s right. Go on.”
Slurp, slp, slup. Allen’s long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth, dragging itself along Alistair’s boot from the tip of the toe to the top of the laces, before lowering itself back down to the toe. Allen had done this once before, but never quite so thoroughly. His tongue was starting to hurt, and his mouth tasted overwhelmingly of the Delphox’s boots.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, boy.”
“Sorry, s-MMMF!”
With an irritated huff, Alistair lifted his right foot and pressed it onto the back of Allen’s head, pinning his face against his boot and holding it there. “I’m going to keep my boot pressed down for a minute, Allen,” Alistair said, almost casually. “I’ll let you go if I hear some enthusiastic cleaning. Is that understood?”
It was understood loud and clear. Allen set to work, his tired tongue dragging itself up and down, up and down the Delphox’s boot leather. The taste was strong, sharp and masculine, but he persisted. Drool dribbled from the corner of his lips onto the leather, and he gave wheezing little moans of pleasure that only grew louder the more the pressure on the back of his head grew.
After what seemed like ages, Alistair lifted his boot, and Allen gave a loud gasp, coughing and snorting a bit. The Delphox just crossed his arms.
“Now the other one, if you please.”
---
THWACK!
“OW! One, sir, thank you sir, may I have another?”
THWACK!
“OOOW! O-one, sir, thank you sir, may I have another?”
THWACK!
“NNNNGHF! OnesirthankyousirmayIhaveanother?”
An affectionate little chuckle. “You’re so cute…do you know that you kept repeating one instead of counting, boy?”
Allen’s eyes widened, and he hastily rattled off apologies.
“Imsorrysirididntrealizeitihadneverdonesomethinglikethisim-“
“Shoosh. Breathe, boy. Breathe in. Go on.”
A deep, shuddering breath.
“Now, breathe out.”
A loud whoosh of air from the Umbreon’s lips.
“Again. Breathe in…”
Huuuuuuuhf!
“Breathe out.”
Whoooooosh.
“Now, let’s start again…fifteen strokes, boy. Understood?”
---
Alistair was taking a short break. The Delphox was a busy man in general, after all, and he always had something that needed tending to, whether it be on the phone or otherwise. That didn’t mean he couldn’t entertain some guests, it just meant he had to find other uses for them…
A pair of reading glasses perched atop the Delphox’s nose as he paged through a binder spread out upon his leather-clad thighs. His gloved hand held a pencil, jotting down a note here or a calculation there. He clenched the cigar in his mouth, inhaling puffs of smoke and exhaling them through his nostrils. He was quiet and concentrated.
“Mmmmmf.”
Allen, on the other hand, was not. He was sitting in front of the chair, head craned back so that it rested on the cushion, body stretched out before him. His nose was buried deep within the cleft of Alistair’s dense, hairy musclebutt, the back of his head pushed into the cushion as Alistair sat his full weight down.
“Mmmmrf. Mruf!”
Alistair paused in his work for a moment, rolling his eyes and reaching his left hand down to grab at a silver chain connecting two nipple clamps. With a firm tug at the chain, Allen gave a sharp, high-pitched squawk muffled by Alistair’s ass.
“Was I not clear?” Alistair scolded. “I told you before I sat down that you were to be perfectly still for me. Didn’t you hear that, lad?” Allen gave some murmured apology that would probably be barely audible even if he wasn’t speaking right against Alistair’s wrinkled, hairy pucker. The Delphox sighed, before his attention was caught by his phone vibrating on the coffee table. He picked it up and answered it.
“Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Carlisle. Thank you for calling me, by the way, I’m sorry that you’ve gone to the trouble of calling me on a Sunday...don’t worry, this won’t take long, a half-hour all told…”
---
Over the course of the afternoon, Allen had polished both of Alistair’s boots with his tongue and buffed it with his cheeks. He had bent over and allowed Alistair to rain down vicious strikes with his riding crop, making his poor rump throb and ache. He had been made to lay his head on a couch cushion and serve as Alistair’s seat as the Delphox worked for the longest, most torturously enjoyable hour of Allen’s life.
All of that, the crop and the nipple clamps and the boots, all of that was worth it when Alistair bade the Umbreon goodbye. Once Allen had gotten back into his clothes, the Delphox beckoned him closer, wrapping him up in a firm, protective embrace and murmuring what Allen wanted to hear.
“I’m sure you wanted to suck my dick today,” Alistair said, that warm Scottish accent playing in Allen’s ears. “But I can’t give you everything on the first day, can I?”
A kiss, firm and directly on the lips. Allen’s parted, allowing Alistair’s tongue to snake inside for a half-minute declaration of dominance. A wet pop.
“I hope you’ll come back next Sunday, Allen. I’ll be waiting for you.”
As Allen drove away from Alistair’s manor, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a wide, giddy grin spread across his black-furred face.
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