One Year – Madarao's Hours

It had been one year. A year to the day since Madarao and Buwaro had found themselves placed under Kiba's care. A year since they had first felt his tender touch, and had experienced what it meant to have him as a master... along with all the pleasures and passions that entailed.

And on this day, as the clock struck midnight, Kiba gave that all up.

For a single day. For twenty four hours, he was master no longer.

Now the men he called his beloved pets were in charge. And first up, to commence the day without a moment's delay or hesitation, was Madarao.

The spectral figure of the wolf swirled around Kiba in his bound form, small and easy on the eye as his shimmering white body floated round and around the dark furred wolf. The ghostly tail end of his body, no legs present upon its swirling tail, brushed over the strong male's already rigid cock, and a deep growl of satisfaction escaped Madarao as he felt his master's desire.

"A part of me could easily spend these hours as I so often do with you. Being used. Being claimed. I could happily slide your cock inside my body and ride you until you couldn't bear it any more... and whether it was my call or yours, I wouldn't care because I'd still be able to feel your hot cum boiling inside me."

Kiba said nothing in response to the demonic ghost, but the way he shuddered, the way his dark skinned cock flexed and several beads of pre-cum began to drip down its underside betrayed all that he held back in terms of words. Madarao grinned, and glanced over his shoulder to where his fellow pet was simply standing and watching. Buwaro was, in an odd change from normal, wearing clothes. He had a long dark robe thrown around his torso, open fronted to reveal his sleek furred chest, and a pair of red trousers. This didn't mean he was in any way modest of course, for even as he stood and watched his master and his companion interact, one purple furred hand was rubbing rather intently at a sizeable bulge in his crotch.

"What do you think, Bu? Should I just ride him? Play the role of power bottom, let him think he's gotten me so subby and hungry for his cock over the last year that I'll give him what he wants even when I'm calling the shots?"

Still rubbing at the front of his trousers, indeed doing so a little more firmly and intensely with a look of growing excitement spreading across his rather sweet and youthful features, the other demon shook his head.

"Give him what you want. Make him... make him take it!"

He rubbed harder still at his crotch, then gave a long, violent shudder. His eyes bulged. He grunted, and blushed, and the red front of his trousers began to darken.

Kiba growled, watching his pet cum through the fabric of his clothes, but Madarao just grinned at the more playful and undeniably eager demon.

"Someone's excited. Wait your turn, Bu... just eight hours and then you'll have your chance. But, until then... I think you're right."

The glowing white demon turned back to face Kiba, and floated so close to the wolf's black furred chest that his ethereal glow began to pass through Kiba's own more tangible body. He floated face to face with his master, peering deep into Kiba's eyes as he spoke again.

"There are things I've wanted to do for so long. Pleasures I've wanted fulfilled that I was never in a position to ask for. But now... today, I don't have to ask. I can do exactly as Bu said. I can make you take it. And the best thing of all..."

He licked his demonic lips, eyes burning with a passionate, ethereal fire as the purple collar around his neck began to tremble.

"...I think you're going to love every second of it."

It took barely ten minutes for Madarao to be proven right. He took his time in lashing Kiba's body to the walls of the same basement room in which he and Buwaro had first been bound to this dimension, entrapped into their master's servitude before coming to recognise what a blessing it was that they had in fact been offered. He rested back, floating and growling in appreciation as he watched the strong wolf squirm helplessly, arms bound to the metal plated wall behind him by silvery steel manacles and a similar pair holding his ankles just as tight. He watched the wolf's cock twitching, dribbling ever more potent and voluminous streams of pre-cum to the ground. He watched Kiba humping the air, huffing and growling as the mere fact of being locked up in bondage drove him wild. Again he licked his lips, and he growled happily at the man whom he normally called master.

Sliding forward through the air, one of Madarao's paws reached out and barely grazed the underside of Kiba's cock with the flat edge of one claw. The black wolf howled, arching his back, curling his toes down into the stone floor of the basement beneath him. Madarao grinned.

"How long have you waited for this? How long have you wanted to be the one in chains. The one helpless and desperate for relief?"

Kiba groaned, but said nothing. Madarao's smile only grew wider at the wolf's apparent irreverence.

"So disobedient. Not answering your master's questions... it's almost like you want to be punished."

A louder groan escaped the wolf. More frantic. Desperate. The demon threw back his head and laughed.

"Oh yeah... you want to be treated exactly as you've treated us. To have toys slipped inside you. To have your cock jerked and sucked to the very edge of orgasm only to be forced to wait... hanging on the edge for what feels like an eternity before being granted your release. You want to be tied up. Utterly without control over your own urges... but knowing, certain that just like when you play with us, it'll end in a big, sticky and satisfying mess. Right?"

He cupped his other paw beneath the wolf's balls, squeezing softly as he repeated that final word of his question alone.

"Right?"

Kiba yelped. A thick spurt of pre-cum launched itself from his cock as it leapt urgently at the pressure applied to his testicles, and before he could restrain himself he let loose a pleading cry.

"Yes. Please! D-do it... do... do anything!"

And with a satisfied smirk upon his pale glowing features, Madarao did. He did exactly as he had planned, just as he had intended from the moment he saw how desperate Kiba was to be used and pleasured by his pets from the very first minute of this day... and floated backwards. Away from the wolf's body, away from his exposed and throbbing cock without even a single lingering touch.

He turned to Buwaro, still watching from close by, now hard once again after his early over-excitement and with his trousers tucked down to expose his own cock and balls. He drew the other demon out of his lazy masturbatory reverie with a simple clearing of his throat, and beamed as the male's purple furred face glowed with bashful curiosity.

"Buwaro... would you like to fuck me?"

Two voices answered, one stunned, excited and curious, the other a howl of confusion and fury.

"W-what?"

Shuffling bashfully from foot to foot as he glanced between Madarao and their bound master, Buwaro's cock twitched more urgently in his hand as he considered the other demon's request.

"What?!"

Kiba practically roared in rage, unable to believe what he was seeing or hearing. Before he could say anything more though, Buwaro basically said what they were both thinking... though in far more gentle and polite terms than Kiba himself would have used in that moment.

"But... t-this is your time. You're meant to be... y'know, playing with our master. Making him do things. Doing things to him."

Madarao's grin just got wider and wider, until it looked like his face might split in two if it grew any wider. He nodded, and slid closer to where Buwaro was standing.

"Precisely. And I am."

He looked back at Kiba's thrashing body. At his aching, dripping cock.

"I'm making him wait. I'm making him watch. I'm going to wait till he's so desperate, so needy that he won't be our master any more. He won't be in charge, but letting us have a turn. He'll feel like he really is ours to control. Like he owes us his obedience, and must give it in full if he wishes to be rewarded, just like we are expected to do for him."

Once more he looked away from Kiba, hearing the wolf howling and cursing at him once again, begging, demanding to be pleased and satisfied by his pets. But the more he howled in longing, the more not only did Madarao continue to grin... but Buwaro joined him. Giggling, blushing, but beginning to see what the other demon was saying.

"S-so... you want me to fuck you? While we make our master watch?"

Madarao growled tenderly, nuzzling his face against the purple furred male's own and licking him across one flushed cheek.

"And then I want to fuck you. And then I want us to jerk each other off in front of him. And then..."

He chuckled, and looked back towards Kiba where the dark furred wolf had now fallen silent, ears perked and listening in abject horror.

"...after a couple of hours, maybe... maybe we'll see if our master has earned the chance for release yet."

Kiba whined, shuddering and blushing beneath his dark fur, no longer feeling confident enough to howl or bark even a single command at the two demons whispering before him. He could only watch, desperately needy but utterly helpless to do anything about it as Madarao rolled over in the air and presented the lower portion of his body to Buwaro. The purple demon grasped at the floating, ghostly figure's rear end, and guided Madarao back towards him. Within the glowing ethereal surface of Madarao's form, a slit appeared. Two, actually. One from which a thick and black knotted erection began to rapidly grow, balls hanging heavily beneath it, and another behind that, closer to the base of the spiritual wolf's wispy tail.

It was into that hole which Buwaro's member slipped, and which prompted all three males present to unleash a long, lingering moan.

Kiba stared, and watched as his two pets began to copulate, to fuck right in front of him. He knew they wouldn't be able to resist for long of course. That for as much as Madarao wanted to be strict and domineering during his eight hours, he wouldn't possibly dare to deny his master for long. But... he didn't say as much, perhaps because he wasn't entirely sure whether he believed himself.

"A-ah... harder..."

Madarao snarled as the less experienced, more uninhibited demon whimpered happily and did as commanded with glee. Buwaro's hips soon became a blur as he pounded at the ethereal wolf's backside, and his red trousers fell from where they were hanging around his thighs to pool upon his feet and ankles.

"Yes!"

Facing Kiba as he was fucked by the other demon from behind, Madarao himself held nothing back with regard to his haggard, pleasure-stricken howls of lust. He watched his master, watched how Kiba reacted to every thrashing cry and yelp of pleasure he let loose. The way he panted, the way strings of drool dripped from his muzzle, bound hands unable to wipe them away just as they were unable to attend to his dribbling, twitching cock. With every thrust the obvious longing for Kiba's cock to be in place of Buwaro's own, or indeed for Kiba's ass to be replacing that of the floating white wolf in getting fucked hard and fast grew by leaps and bounds. Before long he was whimpering audibly. After that, as Madarao's own cum splattered against the basement floor and Buwaro's seed filled the interior of the other demon's backside, he yelped in dismay that he hadn't been able to share their passionate and oh so pleasurable peaks. And beyond that...

He waited for hours.

He watched. He begged. He was denied for hours on end, until finally... finally...

"Open up. Good boy."

Kiba didn't really have a choice of course. By this point his muzzle was wrapped up in leather restraints, but held open by a gaping ring-gag. Nonetheless he gurgled loudly, happily as the wolf demon floated before him, feeding the black length of his glistening, twitching cock into his master's eagerly accepting maw. Despite how hard and thick it looked though, Kiba knew from past experience that Madarao had a degree of control over just how firm and flexible his own erection could be. In this case the demon's cock was more supple, and thus as it pressed against the back of his throat rather than making Kiba gag it simply tilted downward, beginning to fill up the still bound, gagged and desperate male's throat.

"Yeah. You know what to do. Make me cum... make be believe all you want is to satisfy me, no thought for yourself. And then maybe... maybe I'll let you cum too."

He began to hump at Kiba's face. To fuck the black wolf's muzzle with firm, sharp twitches of his floating and ethereally formed hips. A muffled gurgle escaped Kiba, then a more strained and quietened whine as the demon's cock flexed and shifted slightly in size. It grew thicker, and all of a sudden Kiba's eyes were bulging as he found himself briefly unable to breathe. All he could do was suckle, slurp at the cock stuffed down his throat as slowly his eyes began to glaze over, his chest beginning to burn with the need for oxygen. Of course, Madarao wasn't seeking to hurt him, and barely fifteen seconds later he drew his now saliva-dripping cock back just enough to give Kiba a chance to gulp down a fresh lungful of air.

"Mmh... take it..."

He started to fuck the dark wolf's face again. Once more he waited until Kiba was struggling for air, shuddering and gasping around his cock, before ceasing his rather rapid and potent thrusts. This time he pulled his cock free from the male's face entirely, and hung it up over his muzzle as Kiba gasped for air. Trickles of his own saliva and Madarao's pre-cum dribbled down onto the bridge of his nose, and before he'd even managed to recover from the latest denial of breath, Kiba found himself pleading uncontrollably through the plastic ring holding his muzzle open.

"Mmhhhh! Mhhnnhsss..."

He might not have been able to speak, but the intent was obvious. He was begging. Desperate now to the point where he couldn't have resisted no matter how desperately he tried.

With a giddy grunt he welcomed the cock back into his maw, and as best he could through the ring gag suckled hungrily upon it. Desperate to grant his pet release.

No.

Not his pet.

Madarao could see it in Kiba's eyes. The hunger not to satisfy him so that the black wolf himself could be satisfied. But simply the urge to please the man in charge of him. To make Madarao happy, and earn his master's praise for a job well done.

"If I asked you to go all day without cumming, for me... would you do it?"

He was still thrusting as he spoke, and didn't remove his cock from Kiba's muzzle even as the other wolf gurgled an answer and strained in his manacles. The response was obvious though, burning in his eyes.

He would do anything. Anything for Madarao right now, because despite not having cum for the hours and hours that he had wanted to, only now was he realising something. Even though he hadn't cum... he had felt incredible, so close to cumming that it almost didn't matter, for far longer than even the most protracted and regular series of orgasms could possibly have permitted.

The wolf's eyes rolled back into his head, and he howled a thick, sloppy howl as Madarao snarled and began to pump thick ribbons of seed down his gullet in reward for being such an obedient and submissive pup. But then... then he watched the demon sinking lower in the air, and felt the still twitching, dripping length of Madarao's cock grinding against his own desperately hard and painfully sensitive, needy shaft.

He wailed through his gag. Thrashed and bucked and snarled.

What the hell was he thinking?! Of course he wanted to cum. Of course he needed to cum more desperately and urgently than anything he had ever needed before. And now... now at last with the demon's spent erection still rubbing and stroking up against him, he would be able to.

Just a little longer.

Just a tiny fraction of a minute longer.

Just...

Buwaro cleared his throat from close by.

Madarao turned his head, grinning, and immediately pulled away.

Kiba howled, and thrashed, and yelped in an anguished frenzy as the bucking of his hips held him practically on the very brink of orgasm, just lacking in the excess stimulation required to tip him over the edge.

It was then Buwaro spoke. Softly, calmly, as he removed his robe and stepped closer to the bound wolf, nude and aroused in his own right once more.

"It's eight AM, master."

He smiled so gently, so lovingly at the man who for the last year had taught him so much of the pleasures of the flesh. Transformed him from a demon of odd, almost impossible innocence, to one who revelled supremely in what to him was still the relatively newfound delights of lust.

"It's eight. And... that means that now? Madarao isn't in charge any more. I am."

By Jeeves