The House – Pay up Elias
(© The Inappropriate Scribe 2022)

I

My name is Rosa, and I’m a calico who – for better or worse – runs a lodging house. It used to belong to my parents, and I grew up here, but since their passing I’ve taken it upon myself to restore the house back to its original glory. The lodgers are a temporary solution to fund the work, or they would be, if any of them actually paid rent.

Not that I have many left. With the flood, they’ve now dwindled down to two. There’s Jen, who is an aging hippie who “pays” me with spirit stones and occasional produce from her garden, and then there’s Elias.

Elias is a stray, a stray and a slacker. He tells me he’s a fisherman, but he did also tell me he was eighteen when he moved in, and I find both of those facts dubious at best. He does catch enough to keep himself fed, and for the past three months, has also “paid” his rent with the occasional fish. Understandably though, fish does not go a long way in repairing the plumbing.

The stalled renovations and the lack of proper lodgers are far from my only frustrations. The flood has made us quite isolated, and Jen and Elias are the only people I’ve seen for quite some time now. I’m in my thirties, for a little while more at least, quite physically active, and, well, what I suppose I am trying to get at here is that I do get quite restless at times. 

Oh alright. Horny. I get horny.

There are of course ways to deal with that. Some of my tools serve a dual purpose, especially those with the big rubberized grips, but they are just temporary solutions, quick fixes, like much of my work around the house now.

And there’s Elias, wandering around in just that stupid beanie of his, a towel wrapped around his waist. A towel that shifts with the presence beneath, especially when he comes down the stairs. Clearly a notable presence as well, the way it pushes at the fabric while swaying underneath. He does have a good body too, a good chest, effortlessly fit in the way men (or barely men) around his age often are.  

I know none of this excuses any of what I did, and I am not trying to say it was in any way justified, but  what happened, happened.

II

The plumbing at the house is at best temperamental, so it is hardly unusual for me to be working on Elias’ bathroom. With him fishing down at the pier, it was ever so easy to pick a nice, shady spot in the wall, and then drill through it to the empty rooms next door.

I barely slept that night, worried I might miss him getting up in the morning. Not that he does. Elias almost always sleeps into the afternoon, having stayed up with Jen watching TV until all hours. I used to do that with them, but being unable to hire builders to help me now, I rarely have the energy or the inclination.

I must have sat on the floor of that empty room for an hour, just leaning back to the wall with my head next to the peephole, my ears flicking at every creak, until I finally heard the soft thump of his footsteps. Looking through the hole, which afforded me a perfect view of the shower, I could see him drop his towel and step into the tub.

That blackfurred rump spoke of every hour he had spent squatting on the pier, the firm muscles shifting under his short fur as he lifted first one foot in, and then the other, a brief glimpse of a weighty sac there. I could see so much more though as he turned his side towards me, sporting a glorious example of morning wood.

I gasped a little, I could not help it, looking at that thing. If I had rushed in with my tape measure, I could have handily made sure, but even a visual appraisal put him soundly at eight inches. And what a good, solid eight inches too, with a dark, upward curving shaft and plump glans, full of eager need that I could well idenfity with.

While I got onto my knees and opened up my shorts, he ran a little water and soaped up that length, starting to stroke it slowly with a low groan the kind I had never heard him make before.

I slid a hand inside my panties, caressing my already slick folds as I kept one eye focused on the stolen performance, on how he stroked his hard cock while rubbing his other hand over that lovely chest. He was muttering something as he pleasured himself, but it was too indistinct for me to make out.

I did not care though, kneading on my needy flesh as I watched him do likewise. My tongue slid from my mouth as if to try and reach for him, imagining tasting that dark cock, the mustyness of the night still on it. Guiding it into my mouth and sucking off this “fisherman”, this slothfull boy who lived under my roof.

Even with my overflowing excitement, he arrived first, as one would only expect of a youth like him. But what a glorious arrival it was, heavy ropes of his seed launching forth and hitting the tiles in front of him, landing on the faucets and hanging from them in obscene strands. Was some of what I had thought to be limescale just remnants of mornings like these?

Biting my lip, I managed to keep my moans contained until he turned on the water and hid them from his ears. I peaked while watching him lean his hands to the wall, his spent cock bucking and swaying as it slowly lost its firmness, the water making his black fur glisten.

My afterglow was soon soured though, as he grasped his shaft and began to relieve himself down the drain.

That little shit!

III

Maybe it was this indignation that drove me to cross the next boundary. That, and the image of his thick, eager cock burning in my mind. An image that I kept fresh during the following mornings, picking the handle of my biggest hammer to ride on while I watched him gush.

It was not enough though, and that is how I ended up at his door that evening. Jen was playing her hippie music downstairs, and I knew she would be “vibing” for a couple of hours if no one interrupted her. That night, no one would.

Elias opened the door in his usual uniform. A t-shirt, cargo shorts, and of course that damned beanie.

“Uhh, h-hey Rosa, what’s up?” he smiled cautiously.

“You know what’s up. It’s been three months now, three months since you last paid rent.”

“Has it? Ummh, sorry. Just with the flood, it’s been hard to find work.”

“I thought you were a fisherman? Doesn’t more water mean more places to fish?”

“It doesn’t...doesn’t really work, like that…” he muttered, staring at the floor now, his head hung.

“This really can’t go on. I am going to have to give you notice.”

Elias’ head jerked up again as he blinked with something like panic in his eyes.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go, Rosa. Please, I’ll fish more, for you.”

I shook my head.

“I’ve had plenty of your fish. But, I also have a suggestion. Can I come in?”

He moved aside quickly, eying the satchel I was carrying as I stepped inside, waiting for him to close the door before I spoke again.

“It is quite simple. I will consider one month’s rent settled, for two hours of your time. Two hours, during which I can do anything I want with you.”

I was quite amazed by my own brazenness, my voice remaining cool and steady all through the indecent proposal. He was more surprised still, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Uhhh, what?”

I snorted, stepping forth and just grabbing him by that big package between his thighs, making him eep in the cutest way. Close enough to smell the fish on his breath, I stared him squarely in the eyes.

“Elias, let’s not play dumb now. You have something I could use, and for two hours of me using it, you can live here for another month. Of course, there is a backlog of three months that will need to be addressed.”

I let go of his crotch and stepped back, letting him digest the information. Watching his expressions shift, I was afraid he might actually burst into tears from being so overwhelmed. Finally though, he cleared his throat and nodded a little.

“Okay.”

Smiling, I nodded in reply.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes, and sit here,” I told him while dragging one of the simple dining chairs to the middle of the floor.

To his credit, Elias didn’t dally about, yanking off the t-shirt before sliding down his cargo shorts, revealing the lack of underpants as his dark cock swung out, already hardening. The small, embarrassed smile on his face told me that while he had been taken aback, the idea of me playing with his privates was clearly appealing. He didn’t know quite what I had planned, though.

As he sat down on the plain chair, still wearing the beanie, how else, I opened my satchel, pulling out an old scarf that I wrapped around his head, blindfolding him. I didn’t need those sad eyes watching me as I tried to get off.

He didn’t protest at first, but when I pulled his arms back and began to tie them to the back of the chair with a piece of rope, he spoke out.

“Rose, what are you doing?”

“Shh. I said ‘anything I want’, and you said ‘okay’.”

He nodded a touch, ears laid back against his head as he no doubt reconsidered the terms of our agreement, but it was too late now.

With him blindfolded and secured to the chair, I stepped back to admire the sight of him, naked, vulnerable, and hard as rock despite the anxious air about him.

“Spread out your knees. Wide.”

He obeyed withought hesitation. Good.

Licking my lips, I popped the buttons of my blouse, then my shorts, making sure to let the fabric rustle as I took them off along with my panties, letting him know that I was right there in his room, getting naked in front of him, and he couldn’t see the slightest bit of it.

I then knelt down before the chair. He jumped slightly as I rested my hands on his knees, making me chuckle.

“Easy...it’s just me,” I told him as I took in the sight of his cock, pointing up at his chin as it throbbed. Having an unhurried look at his sac now, I could see he had quite the nice pair of balls. They were pulled up from the surprise, but began to descend and rest against the seat again as I purrred and stroked on the fur of his thighs.

“Now, Elias… How old are you, really?”

He hesitated, which earned him a sharp flick of my finger against one of those nuts, his sac pulling up tight again as he gasped.

“Eighteen! I’m eighteen!”

“You told me that a year ago too, Elias. I think we’re past lying, aren’t we?”

He whimpered, squirming in his seat before replying.

“I really am… I mean, I am now, since last week. Not then.”

Smiling, I continued stroking my hands along his thighs again. They felt firm under my touch, a nice matching set to go with those buttocks that were unfortunately hidden against the seat right now.

“Last week, mmm? Did you and Jen celebrate?”

He nodded a little.

“That time I asked you to come watch tv, so you could’ve joined us. We had a cake, well, of sorts, but you were busy and--”

I grabbed my panties from the floor, balling them up and stuffing them into his mouth, silencing him. I could feel that sweet earnestness putting out the fire that his freeloading, shower-widdling ways had ignited, and I just couldn’t have that. Not if he was going to be my relief, my toy.

“Shhhh…”

He made a sound that seemed close enough to a protest that I flicked him on the balls again, making him jerk in his seat.

“Quiet, Elias.”

As he took a long, trembling breath and settled down, I went into my satchel again, pulling out a selection of thick rubber bands.

“Eighteen... Boys your age - and that is what you are, a boy - are awfully quick on the trigger, but don’t worry, I’m going to help you last all the way,” I told him while slipping the first band around the base of his balls, causing him to buck again.

“Just relax. These don’t hurt, they just feel a little odd,” I assured him, fairly sure that I knew what I was talking about. I’d once had a partner with curious tastes, and they had taught me much of what would now be bestowed onto my deadbeat lodger.

I followed the first band with another, then another, each one pushing his balls lower and tighter in their sac, the skin under the fur growing paler as it was stretched. I considered a fourth, but with the way Elias was squirming, I just snapped it around the base of his cock instead, making the already broad glans flare out beautifully.

“There we go… Now we can begin, properly,” I told him while petting his cheek gently. He pressed it to my hand, so ready to accept comfort from the same source that had pained his nuts. Maybe he was like my old partner. It would be lucky for him, if he was.

I lifted Elias’ captured balls and leaned in, rubbing my lips against them softly before extending my tongue and tracing over those bound shapes, listening to his muffled groans. He might have been young, but those were a man’s balls, just as that was a man’s cock bobbing and leaking above them.

I grasped the shaft and just dragged my tongue all the way from the base to the tip, licking up a line of his clear juice as I did. He was salty on my tongue, virile and needy, everything I had hoped for when I watched him handle himself in the shower.

Sliding a hand between my spread thighs, I began to slide my fingers along my folds, between them, working nimbly while my tongue slid all over his hard member. I tried to cover every sweet square inch of it, but became impatient, and just suckled the tip into my mouth, pushing down until it hit the back of my throat.

Elias moaned into the panties in his mouth, his hips pushing up from the chair. Unable to swallow him, I moved my head back, but then just allowed him to keep thrusting, allowed him to fuck his landlady’s mouth, just like he’d been fucking me out of the rent I deserved, the rent I needed to make the house a true home again.

I felt the anger rise in me again, and let him feel my teeth, eliciting a satisfying yelp.

Pulling back from his cock, I licked my lips.

“I think we’re forgetting who’s in charge.”

He whimpered as I took hold of the peculiar package I had made of his sac, only becoming more vocal as I began to use it like a drumstick, bouncing his tautly bound orbs against the edge of the seat,  

“You like to complain about everything falling apart...but do you put forth a single pound to fix things? No, you don’t…”

I ignored whatever excuse he was trying to mumble past his gag, only bouncing his balls more sharply.

“You will knock on my door at all hours with your demands, and then complain if I wake you up in the afternoon.”

The anger was taking over, and I let it.

“You lay about, you piss in my shower, you watch my TV, all while my house falls to pieces around you!”

I only stopped once I realized he was crying, and that I’d almost climaxed while shouting at him about the renovations.

Letting go of those no doubt aching balls, I leaned back, panting. He looked so small and miserable, chest and shoulders heaving with muffled sobs, his cock still artificially hard thanks to the rubber band squeezing its base.

Leaning close, I caressed his cheeks with both hands, calming him down.

“Shhh, shhh...I’m sorry...but it just...it gets so frustrating sometimes…” I whispered to him, petting his cheeks and the sides of his neck until his breathing evened out again. I then pulled the panties out of his mouth. 

He was starting to say something, probably an apology, when I pressed my muzzle to his, kissing him deeply on the lips as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

Clearly surprised, it took him a moment to respond, but when he did, it was honest and eager, his passion differently driven than mine, but equal to it. As our tongues wrestled slickly together, I rose, awkwardly straddling his lap. Reaching down, I grasped the achingly erect cock beneath me, holding it steady as I lowered myself down, feeling my folds spread wide apart around the tip. I had nothing in my toolbox to match his size, and it burned to have him slide inside, wet as I was, but it just made it better somehow, letting him make me ache in turn.

I broke the kiss, gasping for breath as my hips rolled their way lower, my body becoming further impaled on that thick teenaged length, filled by it. Elias was panting as well, his head tilted back as he whined.

As I settled onto him, not quite fully, something dawned on me.

“Have you...is this, your first time?”

He nodded shakily.

“Girls always said...too big.”

I had to chuckle, because those girls were not wrong.

I then began to ride him gradually, moaning as that hard, dark length shifted inside of me. He was clearly overwhelmed by it all, hands clenched into fists, tense all over as he felt his cock caressed by an actual cunt for the first time in his young life.

I kissed him again, because I needed to, our tongues playing as I built up a rhythm, riding his cock the way I had wanted to ever since I saw it, feeling it hit me deep inside each time. With him constricted by the rubbed bands, I could enjoy things at my pace, slowing down and speeding up without having to worry about him popping, though it must have felt maddening to him. I did not care though, or if I did, it only added to my pleasure.

I climaxed as I rode him, and not just once, but multiple times, moaning out in delight as I milked his swollen cock, demanding it to gush, when I had personally made sure it couldn’t. I went back for more after each time, only riding him harder as he whimpered under me.

It was the chair that ultimately gave him mercy, not me. Ill-suited for such vigorous play, it first creaked, then cracked, spilling us onto the floor with me still impaled on his prick.

As we lay there panting, Elias squirming underneath me in clear discomfort, I noticed some papers poking out from underneath the dresser. Feeling curious in this absurd moment, I reached over, pulling them out only to find that they were drawings, drawings of me!

They were very romanticized, though I should not complain, capturing me in the best light as I worked on the house, laughed with Jen, and watched TV with the both of them.

Hearing the shuffling of paper by his perked ear, Elias must have realized what I had quite literally stumbled upon.

“No, don’t…”

It was just then that I found a very differently romantic picture of myself, naked on what was very surely his bed, spreading my thighs in an open invitation.

I could only smile at that, giving Elias a small kiss before sliding off his cock and using a claw to release his parts from their cruel bondage. He let out sigh of relief before gasping again as circulation returned and his balls started to find their way back into a more natural configuration.

I was not done with him though. Cruel as I might have been to him, he had served very well, and was to be rewarded.

With the chair broken, he was only as tied down as he wanted to be, but didn’t try to get free as I lowered my head down again and kissed under his glans. Lifting his shaft, I wrapped my lips around the tip, and begun to bob my head in small, rapid motions, focusing on the most sensitive parts.

It was not long before he came, and when he did, it was like nothing I’d seen through the peephole. The way he gushed into my mouth was obscene, forcing me to swallow hurriedly as volley followed volley, filling my mouth with that hot, thick seed, a generous gift from the balls I had so angrily tortured earlier on.

Elias had no words left as I pulled my muzzle off his cock, laying there in the wreckage of the chair, panting, no doubt confused out of his young mind.

I got up slowly, picking up my things before heading to the door.

“We’ll work on your backlog some more in a few days. You can keep the scarf.”

I walked out before he could lay his eyes on me again. 

I then locked myself in my room and spent the evening wondering what the hell I had just done.

IV

Unsurprisingly Elias was quiet and scarce the next day, which suited me fine. Of course you can’t get too far from each other while living on what is basically a plot-sized island, but he made sure to be out on the pier as much as possible, even when it started to rain. I finally saw Jen talk him into joining her for dinner. Good for him.

Me, I focused on working on the house, doing what I could, which was far less than I wanted.

V

It probably doesn’t speak well of me that I was back to spying on Elias the very next morning.

This time was different though. 

He walked to the shower a little stiffly, no doubt still sore between the thighs. I had been rather rough on his virgin plums, after all. Stepping into the tub, he stood there for a moment with his back to me, and then turned all the way around, looking right at the peephole!

I pulled back with a soft gasp. He couldn’t possibly see me, but clearly he knew of the hole. I leaned in again slowly, my curiosity besting my shame.

Elias was still there with his eyes fixed on the peephole, now stroking on his erection. His expression was a queer one, a mixture of vulnerability and determination, his stance not quite confident, yet still defiant.

I slid out of my shorts and panties while keeping an eye to the hole, grabbing the big hammer and propping it up underneath myself. I didn’t hold back my moan as I settled onto the handle, and I could see his ears perking and angling, his hand sliding faster along his length in response.

I rode the hammer, matching the pace he was setting with his hand, surreptitiously letting him control the act. Of course it didn’t feel nearly as good as that sweet length of his had, only affirming to me that I would have to collect rent again soon.

Elias took me by surprise as he slid his free hand down, capturing that swaying sac in his fist. He had to still be sore, but as I watched, he squeezed and pulled down on his pair, letting out an adorable mewl as he did.

It was almost enough to make me peak, my eye glued to the hole as I watched him torture himself in homage to our first time together. His hand was flying up and down his shaft now, forcing my hips to work hard just to keep up.

In the end I did arrive before him, moaning out against the wall as my nectar drooled along the hammer’s shaft. Hearing my pleasure, Elias let go of his straining sac, and soon unleashed his hot seed all over the bathroom floor, the heavy ropes splatting against the planks audibly.

As I knelt there, panting and shivering from the last remnants of the climax still coursing through me, I watched him turn, and without even turning the water on first, begin to piss loudly into the tub. His head was still turned towards me, his watery eyes squarely on the hole, gazing in defiance as he held his semi-hard shaft and just emptied his bladder before proceeding to shower.

Filthy boy!

I slid off the tool and leaned my back to the wall, trying to make sense of his display. He didn’t think he somehow had the upper hand, did he, just from having been inside of me? Maybe I should wait a little before collecting again, after all.

VI

Aside from those moments at the peephole, the next week was almost normal around the house. I watched Elias masturbate in a variety of positions, the focus always on providing me with a good view, so I felt almost obligated to turn up for it every day. 

Silly, I know. He was there for me after all, not the other way around.

Otherwise, I did notice him watching me occasionally, but every time I fixed him with my gaze, he would quickly look away, sometimes even blushing before wandering off with some excuse or another.

This just made it all the more surprising when he turned up at my door.

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.

VIII

Elias was a ghost after that. Leaving any room I entered, or if he was in the middle of something, barely acknowledging I was there. His normally distracted features were tight now, lips pressed together, brow furrowed.

Having weathered some days of this, I finally gave in and went to knock on his door. He opened after a while, but made no motion to let me inside.

“Yeah?”

I didn’t know quite what to make of this sullen facade, so tried to proceed with a soft touch.

“You haven’t seemed yourself recently. I was wondering if you’d like to talk, perhaps?”

He almost mustered a decent glare at this.

“When I talk, you bite me, or do, some of those, other things.”

I chuckled, trying to play it off, but seeing a further darkening on his features, was quick to continue, “No, Elias, that’s different. If I could come inside- .”

“No.”

His reply was simple and firm. I felt my fur bristle at it, the fire starting to spark again.

“You do still owe me. And we have an arrangement that you agreed to.”

“Then kick me out.”

He didn’t even blink, just denying me, rejecting me point blank. The complete nerve of this boy! Getting to enjoy my body, and my admittedly complicated ways. Didn’t he realize the embarrasment of riches I was showering him with?

“Now, you are clearly a little confused- .”

And then he closed the door on me. He actually closed the door, my door, in my house, in my face!

I knocked, hard. Hearing no response, I banged on his door, raising my voice. 

“Elias!”

It was then that I heard Jen, and turned to see her standing there in the hallway, looking worried.

“Is something the matter with Elias? I felt some terrible vibrations, and his chakras have been so misaligned of late…”

Lowering my fist, I cleared my throat.

“He’s fine. He just, well, clearly he needs some time for himself right now, to consider where he wants to be in life,” I explained, unable to help raising my voice again to make sure he heard the last part.

Jen looked more than a little confused, but as I kept on staring at her, she then nodded and made her way back down the stairs, mumbling something about crystals.

This wouldn’t do. If things remained tense like this, Jen would start poking around, and eventually, Elias would confide in her. I didn’t need that old hippie judging me or pitying me for spreading my legs to that little deadbeat.

I would need to set that boy straight, once and for all.

IX

I kept busy for the next three days. I spent the first one just drawing and planning, looking at the available materials, making sure I had everything I needed before putting my plan into action. After all, you should always measure twice and cut once.

On the second day I disassembled one of the unused beds for its frame, stripped old parlour chairs of their cushions, and finally cut and adjusted some old belts I had found in a closet.

The third day was about assembling and adjusting. Elias and Jen were of course used to me hammering away at something on a regular basis, and I am sure neither of them noticed that for once, I was doing it  inside of my own room, which was by far the best kept in the house.

On that third evening, after sweeping up a little, I could sit back and enjoy the sight of my creation.

It was a padded bench, standing on additional crossbars at both ends, crossbars that I had nailed the shortened belts to at either end. If one were to bend a lazy lodger over the bench, and then tighten those belts around their elbows and knees, they wouldn’t be going anywhere until that insolent spirit of theirs had truly been tamed.

I could already see it, that fit little ass all vulnerable and exposed to receive a good caning, and then some more indepth attentions perhaps. The bed had given up quite a handsome set of bedposts after all, and with enough time, spite, and lard, I am sure I could wear down his ring enough to accept one of them inside.  

I’d taken the virginity of his cock from him already, so why not his arse as well?

X

Elias didn’t show any signs of having simmered down, and as my polite efforts had just been a waste of time, I chose a more direct approach.

I ambushed him as he was coming out of his room, having been waiting just around the corner for him to get out of the shower and seek breakfast.

He let out a yelp and dropped his towel as I pushed him back against the door. With a hand over his mouth, I peered at him, my eyes mere slits while his were pleasingly wide in surprise and fright. I could feel myself getting a little wet already.

“You did not want to talk, so now, you listen.”

I made sure to see that the words had registered before lowering my hand and continuing.

“You have a chance to just clear your debt, and even earn yourself this current month. You just have to come up to my room tonight at sundown, and bring the scarf.”

He was staring at me with an unreadable expression now, struck mute. I was about to demand that he reply, when I felt a poke against my thigh. Looking down, I could see he was getting hard, and fast too, his cock dragging up against my shorts before springing to point up, hovering there between our bodies.

Looking up again, I grinned at him.

“I will just take that as a yes, then…”

Unable to pull myself away just yet, I slid my hand down along his shaft and onto his balls, cupping them, closing my fingers slowly around them while I kept my gaze on his.

His expression was such a strange mix. Eyes sad and a little watery, but his lips twitching, as if to hiss and bare his teeth at me. I wanted to have him right there, but that wouldn’t do. That wasn’t the plan, after all.

I gave his pair a sharp squeeze just to get a gasp out of him, and then let go as I pulled back.

“That’s right, Elias. Good boy. I’ll see you at sundown.”

He was still standing there in the hallway with what had felt like a painfully hard erection as I went along my way up the stairs.

XI

Even if I wasn’t entirely sure that he would show up, I prepared everything just so, laying out the various implements I would use on him. If he thought I had done some strange things to him so far, he had another thing coming.

A good cane with a bit of bend to it, a belt that had been spared my knife, enough sturdy rubber bands to pull his nuts a good finger’s length from his body, a few other odds and ends, and of course that bedpost. I would of course need to do some fingerwork on him first, and probably introduce him to some of my tools. Still, we had all night, or as long as it would take to break his uppity nature, to turn him into the plaything he was so clearly destined to be.

Watching the sun go down, I smiled as I heard the knock on my door. I counted to ten before opening it, wearing just a loosely tied silken robe I hadn’t taken out of the closet in ages.

Elias was there, of course, with my scarf hung over one shoulder. There was some of that sullenness about him again, but also determination, so very unlike him. I invited him inside with a wide smile, seeing how his gaze lingered on my robed body as he stepped forth. It was then that he took in what all I had laid out for the night, what I had built for him to endure, and something just sort of seemed to snap inside of him.

He looked at me with wide eyes, a sadness and anger there, almost a fury.

I was taken aback of course, but was also set on remaining in charge of the situation. Standing up straight, I issued the order.

“Take off your clothes, and bend- .”

“So you can hurt me again?”

He stepped forward as he questioned me, seeming to grow taller in the moment. He was of course a fully grown young man, but the way he usually held himself made him seem smaller than his actual size.

I bumped my hip sharply on the desk as I took an involuntary step back, turning my words into something of a hiss.

“Our agreement is- .”

Elias just went for me then, pinning me against the edge of the desk, leaning into me as I tried to push him away. Grabbing the scarf from his shoulder, he bundled it up and forced it into my mouth, muffling my cries of protest.

He tore the robe off of my body, leaving me naked. I was too shocked to even put up a proper fight as he pushed me down onto the bench and bound me into place, on all fours where he should have been!

He paused then, panting as he stared down at me. I started to spit out the scarf, tugging at the restraints that proved to be of sound quality - damn my carpentry – when his shorts hit the floor right next to me.

I stopped, looking up at him again, watching as he pulled off his shirt. He looked amazing, standing there over me, enraged and engorged, the anger smoldering in his eyes as he squatted down in front of me, balls hanging as he pulled the scarf out of my mouth.

I was about to tell him how deep in trouble he was, how I was going to punish him for this, but that was all cut off as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock between my lips, beginning to just fuck my face right there and then. It was all inexperience, need, anger and lust, driving that thick cock to the back of my throat, and then down it, forcing me to swallow his whole length while he bruised my nose with his crotch, my chin with his balls.

I gagged, not having had a man go this deep in ages, much less a furious boy, but he didn’t care, choking me on his cock as I knelt there, strapped into a prison of my own making.

It was so good.

I wasn’t just wet, I was dripping down my thighs as he used me, fucking my mouth without a shred of care for my comfort, just laying claim to it with his teenaged dick. Of course I had explored that cock before, but it was being delivered with such force now, such determination, that it felt all new to me again, every veined inch a discovery in pleasure.

I swallowed and I sucked, telling myself it was just to get him off as quickly as possible, to stop this assault so I could reassert myself once more and restore things to their proper, natural state. Certainly I wasn’t doing it to reward that little layabout for raping my face so rudely.

As he finally pulled back, I was gasping for breath and coughing, long strands of saliva connecting my lips to his prick. I expected him to finish there, but instead, he rose, moving slowly around the bench and nudging the tools with a foot.

“What were you going to do to me..?”

I turned my head to see he was looking at the bedpost. As I coughed and tried to get the words to flow through my battered vocal cords again, he scrunched up his face.

“You’re sick…”

Grabbing the discarded scarf, he silenced me once more before I could say anything in my defense. Not that I had much of a defense, really. He was right, after all. I just hung my head as he got on his knees behind me, and drove his cock into my sopping wet cunt like he owned it.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Elias claimed me, a muffled moan pushing past the scarf when he began to really fuck me. This was his second time in the driver’s seat, but perhaps it was the rage letting him tap into some baser instincts, because those hungry, angry thrusts hit me so wonderfully, that meaty cock setting off small explosions behind my eyes as it speared into me again and again. 

I moaned in shameless pleasure as he nailed me, bound into place with no hope of stopping him. I had built the bench well, and there would be no escape until Elias decided I had been sufficiently punished for my deeds, reducing me to serve as a helpless toy for a furious, horny boy.

He leaned over me, hands squeezing possessively on my hips as he bit my shoulder firmly. His hips continued their angry pace, balls hitting the edge of the bench with every deep thrust, loins slapping my rump. God, I hadn’t been fucked like this in years, or perhaps ever, and here was Elias, giving it to me, making me yowl.

I squeezed needily down on his shaft as he ravaged me, my body welcoming him, trying its very best to pleasure the rude invader pushing against my slickened walls, pushing them wide apart, so wonderfully wide. 

He wasn’t holding back in the least, and based on our times before, I knew he would arrive sooner than later. I didn’t know if he would pull out this time, but really, in that moment I did not care. If he spent himself in me, and it took root, it was a reasonable price to pay for this.

It wasn’t to be though.

Instead, he surprised me by pulling out, and pressing that thick, slick tip against my backdoor.

“Since this is how you like it…” he muttered, before pushing forth once more.

Now, there is an art to this sort of thing, and naturally, it was not an art anyone had taught Elias. He pushed in hard and fast, making all of my fur stand on end as I cried out into the scarf. It was like having a hot poker forced up my arse, and a very thick poker at that.

Elias was not deterred. That agonizing push didn’t stop before his balls were firmly resting against my dripping cunt, the clenching spasms of my back passage making him pause a moment in curious reflection before he got down to pounding my burning ring.

It was my turn to sob now as he sodomized me so roughly, letting his loins work out all the confused anger that had been building up inside of him in the past weeks. His thick spear sunk deep into me with each thrust, paining me, punishing me, giving me what I deserved.

My cries, my sobs, they only seemed to fuel those angry loins. Leaning closer again, he pushed his hands between my bosom and the bench, capturing my nipples between his fingers and squeezing on them cruelly, making my body arch.

“You like this? You like it when I make you hurt?” he questioned, panting in my ear.

I couldn’t answer, just continuing to moan into the scarf until he yanked it out of my mouth.

“Tell me!” he demanded, squeezing hard on my nipples again.

I cried out, hoping to God Jen’s music was properly turned up tonight.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

He just growled at this, redoubling his efforts at punishing my aching hole.

“And hurting me. You love that too?”

I whimpered, squirming against the bench, trying to really get away from him for the first time. Why hadn’t I fought him properly before?

“I… I’m...sorry…” I finally managed, my head hanging low.

He bit me on the shoulder again, on the side of my neck, making me twitch and moan.

“Sick… You’re sick...and I...I...ohhh…”

I felt him tense, his thrusts growing uneven. He was going to cum up my arse. Elias was going to cum up my arse, with me naked and tied down, the taste of his cock in my mouth, with me as his whore-toy. 

The climax crashed over me. I jerked, tugging on the belts as my rump clenched down on that hard length, my mind momentarily washed away in the flood of forbidden pleasure. I heard his words as I milked the hot gushes from his cock, draining his virile young balls like a good toy, but it took a moment before they registered.

“I love you, Rosa.”

Elias fell against my back, wrapping his arms around me and the bench both, hugging me as I knelt there, still twitching from my peak. His panting was mixed with sobs now, the orgasm having finally broken the storm inside of him.

“I love you...but, you t-think I’m lazy and stupid and just want to h-hurt me…” he muttered on against the back of my head while I tried to pull my thoughts back together.

He straightened up and wiped his nose, now slowly and carefully withdrawing his member from the hole he just pained, leaving it open and drooling with his seed. 

“I’ll leave. You won’t have to see me again. I packed before I came up here…”	

He was just rambling on as he undid my restraints, freeing me from the bench. As he did, I spun around, causing him to jump back and lift his arms as if to fend off a blow.

Rising a little stiffly to my feet, I took gentle hold of his arms, lowering them down. His cheeks were just wet with tears as he looked at me, sad and confused. Poor little boy.

“Come here…”

I led him to my bed, and had him sit down on the edge of it. I then leaned in and kissed him, a slow and loving kiss. At first, there was no response, but once his mind caught up again, he kissed back needily, like a cub seeking its mother’s teat, whimpering with his eyes closed.

I let the kiss go on as long as it needed to before slowly breaking away. I petted softly on his cheek, just the way he liked it, as I gazed into his eyes.

“I love you too, Elias.”

It was like the sun had risen behind his features, his eyes wide and his muzzle open in amazed delight. He hugged me to himself impulsively, his face in my bosom, whimpering again, words not sufficient to express what he was feeling. 

I let him settle down a little, just stroking on the back of his head and neck until he was ready to let go again and meet my gaze.

“But, you have to understand, Elias, my love is complicated. I will teach you, and I will push you, but from now on, you can say no, and I will respect it. Okay?”

He nodded his head a little, his eyes unsure, obviously unable to grasp the full meaning of what I was trying to say, but he was on his way though.

I nodded back, petting his cheek again before moving to kneel down between his thighs.

“First though, I want to say that I am sorry, my way.”

There was confusion on his face again, but it was soon mixed with surprise and maybe a couple of other things as I took hold of his spent cock, and leaning my head down, took it into my mouth again, beginning to suckle.

He began to protest in response, but I just raised a finger, pressing it to his lips as I continued to suck and tongue on the length that had just recently been embedded between my buttocks. I could feel it begin to harden again, baser drives winning over the shock he was feeling over this lewd act, soon back to its full potential.

I gave him a long, slow blowjob by the bedside, letting his cock rest occasionally while just kissing and tonguing on his balls for a good while, no biting this time, no squeezing, just loving. At first he just sat there, gazing down in amazement, but gradually he began to caress my head and ears, even guiding my head a little bit on his cock. All the while he felt like someone crossing a frozen pond, testing the ice every step of the way, unsure if it will hold their weight.

He lasted a good deal longer this time, and I didn’t mind, just giving his length the more conventional love it had been desiring for who knows how long now. When he came, it was with soft, happy whimpers, pumping his virile young load into my mouth again, to be gratefully swallowed down.

We lay on the bed afterwards, me spooning him from behind, him purrring quietly. Something then crossed his mind.

“Uh...Rosa. About, you know, the rent..?”

I just chuckled in return.

“Boyfriends don’t pay rent.”

THE END