The House – Pay up Elias

VII

Of course Elias had come knocking before, but then it had been to quickly drop off a fish for “rent”, or ask me to fix this, that or the other thing.

This time he was standing there clutching a portfolio of some sort, my old scarf loosely wrapped around his neck.

“I…” he cleared his throat before trying again. “I wanted to t-talk about the rent? And, and give you something.”

I rolled my eyes as I leaned a hand to the doorframe.

“I told you, no more fish.”

“Oh no, not fish! C-could I, come in?”

I tilted my head at him, letting the boy simmer a moment before I shrugged and moved aside.

Elias stepped in quickly as if afraid someone might see him, pulling the door closed before following me to the table and laying down the portfolio, pushing it towards me.

“This is for you.”

I sighed in resignation, undoing the string and opening the portfolio while he watched on nervously.

Inside was another drawing, but this one was quite different from the ones I had seen in his room.

I lifted a hand to my muzzle, staring wide-eyed at the detailed depiction of myself kneeling by a naked and bound Elias, holding his nuts in my clawed grip while squeezing possessively on his hard shaft, his body arched in pain. The anatomy was exquisite, but I kept returning to the fangy, cruel grin on my features, taking obvious pleasure in the torture.  

Of course it was a flight of fancy, he had been blindfolded after all, but was that how he saw me now? And was he right?

“What, what is this?” I demanded.

“I just wanted to, I mean, now you can s-see us, like that, whenever you want to.”

I mulled that over for a moment before sliding the picture out of the portfolio and slipping it into a drawer.

“Thank you, but this does not count as rent either.”

He nodded a little, seeming relieved that I hadn’t just made him eat the drawing on the spot. He then pulled the scarf from around his neck, and held it out to me.

“W-would you like to, collect, now?”

I looked sternly at him, and he dodged my gaze again, looking off to the side as he held the scarf in a shaky paw.

“I determine the schedule, Elias. Not you,” I told him in a firm tone, snatching the scarf before he could pull it away.

“But I suppose tonight will do.”

He perked up, a sense of anxious anticipation about him as he begun to undress without me even commanding him to do so.

I took a seat by the table, crossing one knee over the other as I watched him bare his body to me, his cock already bobbing eagerly in the air, pointing towards the ceiling as he came to stand before me.

I let my gaze explore his body in the silence of the room. Or relative silence at least, with sitar music echoing from Jen’s rooms again. Elias shifted nervously, moving his weight from one foot to the other while holding his hands behind himself. It was so very different from having the wall between us, and clearly robbed him of all that defiance he had displayed before.

Finally, I tossed the scarf to him, “Put it on.”

Leaving him to blindfold himself, I got up and found a good piece of rope. I grasped his arms as he lowered them again, tugging them back and binding them together at the wrists. He grunted a little at my firm manner, and licked his lips before asking quietly.

“Why? T-the scarf, and the rope?”

I didn’t answer, just leaning in and telling him to shush. I nipped at his ear before proceeding to undress myself, taking my time as I watched Elias stand there naked, having walked into the spider’s den just to offer himself to me.

I then grabbed him by the balls, making him gasp as I led him by them to my bed. Settling down on my back, I guided him carefully to straddle my chest so I could enjoy the wonderful view of his lean young body towering over me, his much mistreated sac almost brushing my chin while that eager cock arced overhead.

I purrred, just enjoying that view for a moment while inhaling his masculine scent. I only touched him with my breath, but that seemed to be more than enough to make his sac shift and churn in fascinating ways. I then began to knead on his firm thighs before sliding my hands around to the rump that had been denied me so far.

I pressed my fingers firmly to those buttocks, letting him feel the bite of my claws on them. He tensed, biting on his lip as I felt the toned muscles flex under his fur. I made him squirm as I kneaded on his rear, squeezing hard and dragging my claws along those curves, possessive of his body, now mine as a means of payment.

His knees slid further apart on the comforter as he squirmed, his sac smooshing down against lips and nose. Muttering an apology, Elias tried to correct his pose, but I gripped him by the hips, holding him still instead. Inhaling his scent, I parted my lips, opened my muzzle and let his plums just slowly descend into my mouth, one following the other.

His tension melted away as I began to suckle wetly on that pair, a low groan spilling from his lips as he hunched over me, his erection bobbing steadily over my face. Not wanting him to get too complacent, I captured one of his balls between my back teeth and gnawed on it. This got his attention, and I had to grip his hips tightly to keep him from pulling away. Tightening my jaws on him slowly, I made my point clear, and whimpering, he stopped trying to get away, surrendering to my less than gentle caresses.

I did not torture Elias too much, focusing more on suckling and tonguing that pair, only giving them the occasional gnaw to keep him on his toes. I was able to return my hands onto his backside, kneading on it and feasting between his thighs until I started to feel the effort in my jaws.

Coaxing him to lift his hips, I looked up at that desperately needy cock bobbing over my face, the occasional droplet of his eagerness falling onto my cheek. I reached up and stroked on it slowly whilst considering my next move.

I did not have to think for long. I felt the need burning in my belly, and so proceeded to untie the rope around his wrists. He was clearly confused, starting to mutter.

“D-did I do something wrong?”

I bit him on the thigh before telling him, “Move down…”

With me guiding him, Elias soon got the idea, ending up between my spread thighs, spread much like in the pornographic fantasy that he had drawn of his landlady. Too bad he couldn’t see it for real now.

I then guided him to lean over me and grasp the bedposts.

“Do not let go of those. And pull out when you feel yourself arriving.”

Elias nodded his head eagerly, an expectant smile on his muzzle as I aimed his thick erection at my mound. I did not need to tell him what to do there, and we moaned together as he pressed into my slickness. How such a shy young thing came to be blessed with a dockhand’s cock, I do not know.

I caressed my pearl as he began to thrust, letting him do the work for once in his life while I watched his body flexing over mine. It is the injustice of youth, having a form like that when it mostly recides on the couch in idleness.

It was clear he had not been in the driver’s seat before, and I had to grasp his hips and mentor him quietly as he thrust into me with more vigour than skill. He was at least capable of learning, and I could soon focus on my own pleasure again, moaning with delight as he filled me up so completely, making my bed creak in ways it hadn’t in a long time.

Naturally he did not last for very long. Obeying my command to withdraw at least, he then literally took matters into his own hands, stroking on his slickened, throbbing shaft as it begun to gush, shooting its heavy ropes all over my body, the seed painting streaks onto me from my ears to my belly.

Be it from a quirk of timing or my sheer surprise at his audacity, I peaked. I moaned underneath Elias as the smell of his ample gift filled my nose. My fingers danced on my folds and pearl, my body arching from the bed as if seeking out his before relaxing back down again, still twitching slightly as I caught my breath.

Blinking my eyes open, I saw him there above me, still blindfolded. He was holding onto the bedposts with both hands once more, but with such a sated, lewd grin on his muzzle, so very pleased with himself and with what he had done.

I slapped him right on the cock, “Get up, up-up-up!”

He gasped and stumbled off me, almost falling onto his face in the process. I sat up, looking at the mess he had made of my fur.

“This will only count for half a month!”

Elias muttered in protest and started to take off the scarf, but I sprang up, spun him around, and marched him to the door, pushing him out into the hallway before he could relish the sight of his mess on me. I threw his clothes out at him before slamming the door shut.

I could hear him stand there in silence for a moment, sniffle, and then shuffle off to his room. 

For my part, I pulled out the lewd drawing he had gifted me with, set it so I could view it with ease while sitting on my bed, and jilled myself off while scooping his cum from my fur and licking it from my fingers until it was all gone. 

When I went to the peephole the following morning, I found it plugged.