One Year – The Last Eight Hours

Despite how the last sixteen hours had gone, when it reached four in the afternoon and Madarao joined Buwaro in joint control of their master's body and every action it took, they weren't cruel. They didn't set upon him immediately with each seeking to push him to independent extremes. Indeed, they released him from his bondage, only to slip him into a much more mild, almost relaxing form of control.

A pale, lavender purple collar with a silver buckle was slipped around the weary, cum-stained and overworked wolf's neck, and a leash clipped onto it at the back. Holding the leash in his own mouth Madarao gently tugged Kiba along behind him, and together with Buwaro walking just behind they ascended the stairs and left the basement of their master's home.

They didn't walk far, just to the upstairs bathroom in fact before removing the leash but leaving the collar on, and left Kiba curled up with Buwaro petting him upon the head once more as Madarao turned on the shower. Soon all three of them were inside, and as Kiba knelt on all fours still too weak and spent to even consider standing, his two pets bathed and washed him clean. They soaped up his soft fur, cleaning away the cum in various states of dryness that was clinging all through and over it. Even when he was clean by all relative measures, they kept on washing him. Rubbing at his soft fur with gentle hands and paws, feeling his weak, weary body trembling in relief at the gentleness and softness of their touch. And sure enough, little by little, their patience was rewarded.

An almost aghast, stunned whimper escaped Kiba as he looked down at himself where he was sitting in the shower's full flow to see the twitching tip of his member greeting him. He was getting hard again. From all the contact, all the warmth and love being lavished upon him. Just like his pets did when he was kind to them, when he showered them with love and adoration asking nothing in return, they often reacted with excitement. With love and passion and arousal. And now despite everything he had been through thus far, Kiba felt his head rise, felt his mouth open, and a few simple words slip forth.

"I... I want you. Both of you."

Within minutes the shower was filled with the moans of three excited, eager bodies at work. They remained gentle and methodically paced in their actions of course, but as Madarao's thick black erection throbbed inside Kiba's ass and Buwaro sat with legs outstretched before his obedient master, stroking Kiba's head fondly all over again as his member was suckled and teased by the wolf's lips, the pleasure they experienced was no less extreme. For almost half an hour they sat and floated there, making slow, lazy love until one by one they each lost control like a chain reaction of explosive pleasure. Buwaro lost it first, the feeling of his seed coating the back of Kiba's throat almost instinctively driving the wolf over the edge. The sounds of him gurgling around Buwaro's cum in combination with the clenching of his ass was all it took to drive Madarao to join them, and thus by the time they exited the shower Kiba was definitely cleaner, but no less exhausted and pleasantly sore than when he'd entered.

"Please. More."

As he was led by leash from bathroom to kitchen though, despite his obvious fatigue and the fact his body was undeniably at its sexual limits, he still begged for more. It was as though what Buwaro had reminded him about promising a whole day to his pets had only just started to sink into Kiba's mind, and now he wasn't just happy to oblige them in that regard... he was utterly dedicated to it.

Buwaro made dinner, and though it was a little distracting having Kiba and Madarao sitting on the countertop next to him, grinding their cocks together until finally they erupted in a shower of shared seed, it certainly kept him from being bored. They ate eagerly, and once he'd finished his plate Kiba was surprisingly eager for dessert. He howled happily as he bent Buwaro over the kitchen table and slowly, lazily humped him, while Madarao filled his ass yet again and delivered the majority of the thrusts that powered the rocking of his own hips. Once more cum was spilled, once more Kiba was rendered fatigued and satisfied to the extreme. The only problem was, it wasn't yet seven PM. There were still five hours to go, and the wolf wasn't willing to prove himself a liar to his pets.

For another couple of hours they lazed around the living room, Buwaro and Madarao passing Kiba's gurgling maw back and forth between them in repeated bouts of oral to their tireless demonic cocks. Whenever one of them spotted that Kiba's own erection had risen again they swiftly took care of it, but even that entertaining distraction only carried them so far. By ten it was dark, and there was nothing good on TV to amuse the trio between blow-jobs and brief bouts of sex. Thus, running out of ways to keep their master awake and alert, the two demons resorted to a more practical and less personal method of doing so.

A toy was slipped into Kiba's loose, many, many times used ass, and with the thick silicon plug inserted, the powerful motor within was activated. Thus new entertainment was provided simply by watching the wolf squirm and yelp as his prostate was buzzed unceasingly and powerfully by the device. They bound his wrists behind his back, tied his ankles and his wrists together, and laid him out upon the couch to writhe, twitch, and in more than one instance cum without a single touch to his cock while for one of the first times since their teasing sessions that morning they turned their focus to one another.

Sitting side by side and watching their master thrash his way between climaxes, Madarao and Buwaro giggled and laughed as they chatted, stroking each other's cocks and fondling their well drained balls. They spoke of the day just passed, and how already they were eagerly awaiting the two year anniversary of their coming together... if indeed Kiba had recovered by then. And it was as they laughed and moaned in excitement about that future thought, they both realised something.

The dull, distant buzzing of the toy was still going inside Kiba's ass. But now, suddenly, his moans had ceased. His thrashing had stopped.

They turned their full focus to the couch and the wolf spread out upon it, and smiled at one another as they took in the sight which awaited them.

Kiba was cumming. His cock was flexing urgently, and a thick, steady dribble of his cum was flowing rather than shooting out, landing with a whole host of light drips and drops upon the couch's cushioned surface. But the rest of him, his face, his body, even his tail was unmoving. He was utterly unconscious. Worn out not just to the point of slumber, but to such an extreme that even an orgasm wasn't enough to rouse even a sleeping whimper from him.

They looked at the clock sitting upon the living room's fireplace.

Eleven thirty nine.

Twenty one minutes shy of the day he had promised them.

They looked at one another. Buwaro smiled, nodded, and without a word Madarao floated up from his chair. He moved over to the mantle clock, opened up its glass-faced front with the clawed tips of one paw, and twisted the minute hand forward twenty-five minutes or so with the other. He closed the clock up again, floated back to the couch, and with Buwaro now standing by his side gently nudged at Kiba's shoulder.

"Master."

The wolf didn't react at first. They called together, sing-song-like in how gentle their tone remained.

"Master. Wake up."

He stirred. Groaned. They moved to free him from his bonds, and as his eyes fluttered open, Buwaro gestured to the clock... its time set ahead, lying about the fact that according to its face it was now ten minutes past midnight.

"You did it, master. An entire day. You gave us what you promised... a-and... well... t-thank you."

Buwaro leaned down over the wolf's still bleary-eyed, exhausted body, and pecked Kiba lovingly on the lips. He drew back, and while Madarao didn't kiss the black wolf, he did nuzzle fondly against his neck and let slip a grateful, happy whimper.

Once more Kiba looked at the clock. He gave a groan as he reached behind himself, turned off the vibrating butt-plug, and rolled over onto his stomach.

"T-take this out... and then, Madarao... put it in Bu. Put it in him, turn it on, then have him fuck you until the batteries run dry."

A bashful yelp escaped the purple furred demon, and a satisfied growl came from the floating white wolf.

"Yes, master. And... what about you?"

Kiba chuckled weakly as he lay there, waiting to have the butt-plug removed and barely able to keep his eyes open even while speaking.

"Me? Oh, I'm doing something much more exciting and stimulating than another night of non-stop sex. I'm going the fuck to sleep."

By Jeeves