The Demon Charmer

Kiba had trained his demons well. That fact was made abundantly clear by the way that each and every day began in his home. With the morning sun shining in through the bedroom window, and an awakening by the most deliciously intimate alarm possible.

"Ahh..."

A soft, contented growl escaped the black furred wolf as his eyes fluttered open, his mind having already been drifting towards consciousness, partially aware of the pleasure rushing through his body for a little while now. He lifted his head from the pillows beneath him, licking his lips and blinking as he sought to adjust to the morning's light, and glanced downward. The sheets had been drawn back to expose his bare body, strong, lithe and ready for anything. Ready, in particular, for the assault of not one but two rough tongues, belonging to the demons who not only lived for, but loved their master with every fibre of their beings.

Shuddering in pleasure, Kiba fought not to moan too loudly, or to make any motion that would let his demons know that he was awake. He didn't want to distract them. Didn't want to give them cause to cease their oral attentions being paid to his swollen morning wood. It was a challenge though, right from the start given their obvious talent at what they were doing. After months in training, months of living with and growing more devoted to their master's wills and wishes each and every day, both Madarao and Buwaro were kings of their craft. Masters in their own right, not of any living creature's spirit as Kiba was of theirs, but of the art of pleasure. Of seduction. Of sucking cock.

As the ethereal wolf's muzzle bobbed up and down upon his master's erection, not lying upon the bed but floating just above it, Kiba could see Madarao's own arousal twitching where it protruded from the underside of his spiritual form. Each time he felt his own cock throb and drool a little more pre-cum into the powerful but seal-bound demon's maw, he saw the smaller but still deliciously erect, knotted cock of the other male twitch and drip too. So devoted to Kiba's pleasure was Madarao, it was as though even without contact he was experiencing a portion of that pleasure himself.

Buwaro, meanwhile, lay between Kiba's spread legs, his own muzzle darting back and forth playfully between lapping at the black furred balls of the much larger and more powerful male, and teasing his tongue over the length of Kiba's thick black knot. Soft, giddy whimpers escaped the purple demon each time even the softest growl or moan escaped Kiba. Buwaro was far less experienced than either his master or his fellow demonic pet, and still held a vastly more innocent and playful appreciation of all things pleasurable despite being well beyond any mortal standards of adulthood. His life, prior to Kiba's intervention, had been one without knowledge of these thoroughly carnal and mortal delights. And now even sharing in them on behalf of another, regardless of his own satisfaction, was a delight to him that surpassed even Madarao's own highly visible excitement.

Watching them work, equally as much if not perhaps a little more so than feeling them do so to his rampant morning arousal, drove Kiba wild with delight of his very own. He didn't have to ask. Didn't have to coax or tease or teach them how to act each morning any more. They did it as a matter of course, and they did it because they wanted to. Because they wanted to please their master, and ensure that he started off his day on the best possible footing. For a good, pleasurable start to the day didn't just mean good things for Kiba. It meant good things for them all.

"Mmh... I'm close... Madarao, g-give... ahh, give Buwaro a turn."

With that announcement of his wakefulness, both the males servicing his member gave a whimper of obedient recognition. Madarao, wilful and powerful as he might once have been, did not hesitate for even the briefest of moments before obeying his master's will. Indeed he pulled back from the black wolf's cock with such haste that it left strings of mixed saliva and pre-cum dangling between his panting maw and the twitching length of Kiba's now exposed, thick ebony fleshed shaft. Strings that were cut not by the passage of time, but by Buwaro's muzzle intercepting the shaft himself, half scrambling his way up to straddle his master's thighs, half practically pouncing upon it with his bare, purple furred form.

"Buwaro! Show some decorum for god's sake..."

Madarao growled, half in frustration and half in what might well have been jealousy as he watched the other demon get to work in his place. He fell silent again however, letting loose a strained and apologetic whimper as Kiba turned his eyes upon him, and spoke with a tone that might have been more firm and commanding had he not been rather overwhelmed by the sheer zeal, if not skill, of Buwaro beginning to slurp and suckle hungrily upon his cock.

"A-ah... let Bu' do his work, Madarao. Don't presume that you have any seniority over him. You're still both... ohhh god, s-still both my pets, equals in your service to me."

With one hand the black wolf reached down and caressed Buwaro between the ears, tousling his hair as the demonic male's clawed hands teased their way under Kiba's ass. Kiba could feel the demon's digits wrapping themselves around his waist and under his firm rump, no doubt in a fierce embrace ensuring Buwaro was not dragged away from the cock he was busily worshipping. He growled tenderly, revelling not just in Buwaro's hungry moans as he suckled, slurped and bobbed up and down upon the wolf's erection, but in the warmth and genuine affection shown to him by Buwaro in not just this, but everything he did. Both his pets were good, obedient and adoring of their master in their own way. Madarao's experience and the gifts granted to him as a spirit, rather than a wholly corporeal being meant that he was far more able to pleasure and satisfy Kiba in a technical sense. He could be pushed further, and would push himself further of his own accord in dedication to his master. Buwaro on the other hand, while not as naturally skilled, still very much in training, made up for those feats he could not yet accomplish with the zeal that he threw behind each and every act. By not only obedience and a pride in his work such as Madarao showed, but enthusiasm. Pure, unbridled delight taken in every touch, every act, every orgasm he was able to grant Kiba.

Basically, Madarao was a well trained and wise old dog. And Buwaro, though his lack of experience had nothing to do with age, was like a puppy. Eager. Energetic. And frankly... just so damn cute to watch working.

"C'mon, Bu'... make me cum. Make master... aah... ah, make me cum, Buwaro. Please."

Floating close by, Madarao shuddered as he watched colour rise in Buwaro's cheeks, the sort of giddy delight and glee that came from the knowledge that they were bringing their master close enough to the edge to make him urge them on... make him practically beg his pet for release. The spirit demon's cock twitched beneath his airborne figure, dripping and throbbing where it protruded from the vent-like slit at the back end of his ethereal, wispy form. He licked his lips, and with a hungry whimper as yet another cry of pleasure escaped Kiba felt his body buck, humping helplessly at the open air. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum with his master, to share in the pleasure and release that he was about to experience. Deep down, there were few things that Madarao wanted more than to break free from the necklace like seal holding back the full fury of his power. To leap astride his fellow pet, and fuck Buwaro senseless until not only were they both howling and cumming alongside their master, but until both the other demon and indeed Kiba himself recognised that if anyone here was going to take control, it should be him.

Of course, Madarao didn't do anything. He floated, he watched, he whimpered as those fantasies accompanied the deliciously erotic sight before him. He would never disobey his master. Never seek to overthrow the man who had been so kind to him, and granted him such pleasure, such sexual liberation and excess as he had never before known. But still... locked away behind those seals that held back his unbridled power, those fantasies burned like white hot molten metal. Hotter and hotter with each passing moment as he obediently, reverently watched his master's face contorting in pleasure. Watching, until finally Kiba could hold back no longer.

"Fuck... fuck! Yes, Bu'!"

Arching his hips upward from the bed, the black wolf grabbed the purple furred demon by his large and tufted ears. He held him tight to his crotch, thrusting sharply forward and burying every inch of his shaft inside Buwaro's muzzle and down the back of his pet's throat. Buwaro's eyes bulged in shock, but a strained, gurgling moan escaped him as he realised what was happening. Those wide and lust-glazed eyes of the demon rolled back in his head, and a muffled, wet giggling sound slipped out between grunts and whimpers as mere moments later he found himself gulping down ribbons of Kiba's rich, thick cum.

"Every drop... d-don't spill it... don't waste it..."

Kiba moaned feverishly mid-climax, coaxing the eager demon to hang onto every last spurting string of seed that poured its way down Buwaro's gullet. He watched Buwaro's lips sealing themselves tight around the foremost section of his knot, slurping, almost kissing the hyper-sensitive and thickly engorged flesh. He watched the demon's eyes bulging and felt the intensity of his suckling growing even more urgent even though in almost every respect Buwaro's job was done. He cried out, joyous and uncontrolled in his ecstasy as the demon continued to push his master's orgasmic pleasure to the limits, and sure enough not a drop, not a single strand of his seed dribbled free from Buwaro's maw. He swallowed it all, and to ensure not a dribble or droplet escaped him, kept on suckling and slurping at Kiba's cock until with a frantic yelp his master had to stop holding him in place and instead push the smaller of his two demonic pets away.

"Oh. Ohh god, o-okay... enough, Buwaro. Ah, fuck... g-good boy..."

Buwaro drew back, and promptly crawled up the bed to lie beside Kiba. He was panting, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as though hoping for droplets of cum that sadly hadn't escaped to give him a little post-orgasmic treat. A giddy whine escaped him as the wolf drew him close, and even Madarao couldn't help shivering and whimpering in relief when the black furred male's gaze turned towards where he was floating, and beckoned him close too. The trio embraced, the demon's surrounding the now satisfied figure of their master, pressing their faces into his sides and murmuring as he stroked each of them upon the head, and murmured to them with pride and passion.

"It's the start of another day, my pets. Another long and wonderful day together. So... are you going to be good for your master today?"

Buwaro spoke first, practically yelping in his eager delight.

"Yes! Y-yes, master."

Madarao couldn't help but chuckle at the smaller demon's boundless enthusiasm, and made his own promise of obedience soon after.

"Yes, my master."

With a warm smile spread across his dark furred muzzle, Kiba looked to each of his pets in turn. First towards the glowing white form of Madarao, planting a fond kiss directly upon the other wolf's lips and grinning as in a moment of almost playful tenderness the demon not only kissed back, but extended his tongue and lapped affectionately at his face. He then turned to Buwaro, and growled in delight as the purple furred demon not only returned his kiss, but accepted it with the same hunger with which he had gleefully taken the wolf's cock into his maw. The kiss started playfully and gentle, but grew deeper. More longing and hungry with each passing second. Indeed, when Kiba broke it Buwaro continued to peck and nuzzle at his face, and it was only when a gentle but firm growl escaped the wolf that he withdrew with a bashful, disappointed whimper.

"Don't worry, my pets. You want your master's affection, I know. I understand. And... I want to give it to you. I will give it to you. But, we can't just lie around in bed all day fucking one another."

Both Buwaro and Madarao raised their eyebrows, and all three of them smiled. Kiba rolled his eyes.

"Well, okay... we can, and we have. But, not today. Your master is hungry. So, before anything else? Breakfast. Okay?"

The two pets nodded, but still gave a soft series of whimpers when Kiba pulled himself free from their combined embrace and began to scramble out of his large and comfortable bed. It wasn't long before they were whimpering in far greater delight again though. For breakfast in Kiba's home was no mere matter of cereal and toast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and that was every bit as true for his pets as himself, if not more so.

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Not ten minutes later Kiba stood before the stove, his body naked but clad in an apron that wrapped around his neck and hung down to cover the entirety of his body. He disliked covering up when it wasn't necessary, particularly when he wanted to show himself off to his pets, but frying bacon and nudity was a combination that did not work whatsoever. The smell of the cooking meat wafted up and throughout the kitchen, permeating the nostrils of Kiba himself of course, but also his pets where they were busily at work fulfilling their master's most recent commands. Buwaro licked his lips, huffing and gasping with literal and metaphorical hunger as he stroked his own twitching cock with rapid, urgent motions of his clawed hand. Madarao meanwhile floated just beside the smaller, purple furred demon, his feral-like body's forepaws both hanging down the length of his firm, and his back hunched slightly as he humped between those trembling paws, half masturbating himself, half fucking the makeshift tunnel of his ethereal digits. He peered up at the sizzling pan full not only of bacon, but sausage and egg too, and whined both in desire for the food being cooked up, and of course his approaching and increasing need for release.

"Looking forward to your breakfast, my pets?"

Glancing away from his food as it neared completion, tilting the pan slightly so the sizzling grease coated the sunny-side up and almost fully cooked eggs, Kiba beamed down at his two demonic companions. Before each of them stood a bowl containing their own breakfast, a dry, kibble-like cereal. It was these bowls over which their cocks twitched, already drooling and dribbling pre-cum down upon the food that was going to be their sustenance for the first portion of the day. Both Madarao and Buwaro looked back up at him in turn, eyes glazed with pleasure, delighted at this opportunity for release granted to them even if it wasn't by Kiba's own hands, and nodded urgently as their voices rang out in near tandem.

"Yes, master."

"O-oh... master, thank you. Yes."

Once again as he watched them, the dark furred wolf admired how different his two pets were. United in their willing adoration of him, but worlds apart in the experiences that had brought them here. Madarao addressed him with gratitude and respect, even as he allowed his body's urges to get the best of him, humping and fucking his own paws like a feral who'd caught the scent of a bitch in heat but was unable to locate her. Buwaro meanwhile didn't just answer, but moaned in giddy pleasure as he did so. While the thrill and pleasure of orgasm never grew old, for that particular demon it was still a wonderfully new experience, relatively speaking.

"Good. Now, my pets... cum. Cum for your master, and make sure most of it ends up on your kibble. Don't wanna have to spend most of breakfast licking the floor now, do we?"

Pulling his own breakfast off the heat and moving the items from pan to plate, Kiba felt his own arousal beginning to swell once more as he watched the two demons race one another to the orgasms which they had been commanded to provide. Buwaro yipped and whimpered loudly as his hand became a purple blur upon his cock, while Madarao's ethereal, glowing form seemed to shimmer and ripple as his jaw fell slack and his tongue lolled out in shameless pleasure.

"Cum..."

Kiba spoke again, pulling off his apron to reveal his erection growing to its full height once again, but only casually stroking it with one hand as the other picked up his plate and carried it across the room to the breakfast table.

"Cum for me."

He sat down amidst strained, desperate yelps and howls from his pets. They wanted to obey him. They needed to. Pre-cum dribbled and dripped liberally from their cocks, already staining and streaking the bowls full of their breakfasts with their translucent arousal.

"Buwaro. Madarao. Your master wants to eat breakfast. And he wants you to eat with him. So, now, my pets. Cum. Cum now."

He commanded, and with a strangled squeal from Buwaro and a surprisingly shrill, giddy wail from Madarao, they fulfilled their beloved master's wish. Almost in unison the two cocks began to unleash hot bursts of cum, lashing out across the bowls of their food, half aimed, but unable to remain fully on target due to their owners' overwhelmed excitement. Kiba watched, grinning from ear to ear as they painted both their breakfasts and indeed the bowls themselves with thick, oozing ribbons, and chuckled as he watched a few strings of the two males' seed falling beyond those limits, coating the linoleum floor of the kitchen with stains that would have to be cleaned up before a single bite of proper food was consumed.

Buwaro, in his gleeful inexperience, made the most mess, but still managed to get probably two thirds of his shots on target. The spirit wolf meanwhile was much more tidy and restrained, leaving perhaps only ten percent of his orgasm's total volume reaching beyond the bowl at which it had been aimed. Either way, both the pets were left panting and shuddering in relief by the time their orgasms began to wane, and each demon was still moaning under their breath when they turned their combined gaze towards Kiba once more, seeking their master's approval not just in the wake of their pleasure, but to commence eating now that their hunger had been pushed to even greater extremes by this latest round of physical exertion.

Leaning back in his seat, fork in one hand with a piece of bacon skewered upon it, cock in the other, erect and gently, slowly being stroked up and down its thick black length, the dark furred wolf grinned with pearly white teeth at the demons.

"Good. Now... tidy up your messes, then you can eat."

Buwaro and Madarao didn't object, they didn't complain. They knew this was the rule, and to be honest they were probably happy to do it, knowing the arousal it would grant their master. They leaned their heads down close to the ground, and inched forwards with outstretched tongues towards the cooling but still liquid, glistening streaks of their seed that had missed the mark. Before they could begin to lap up their own messes however, Kiba cleared his throat.

"Uh-uh, no, boys. Not your own mess. Today... today I think we're going to share. Buwaro, you clean Madarao's cum up, and you eat from Madarao's bowl. Madarao, you do the same for Buwaro."

The purple furred demon's eyes bulged, and he whimpered bashfully as he looked down at the mess he'd made, substantially more of his own cum covering the floor surrounding his bowl than was the case for Madarao. He looked at the larger, floating lupine demon with an apologetic whimper.

"S-sorry, Mad..."

To Buwaro's relief though, and to Kiba's delight, the white wolf spirit wasn't angry. In fact he floated towards Buwaro and the purple demon's seed with a rosy glow upon his pale, normally pure white cheeks. He shook his head, and tenderly, without any prompting, licked at Buwaro's face with intimate affection.

"It's okay, Bu'. You know I like your taste more than mine."

Kiba smiled as he watched the two demons interact so fondly. It was easy to forget that much as they were both here as his pets, they were as big a part of one another's lives as his own, if not a little more so. When he was at work, when he was out with friends or dealing with other, more temporary lovers, they had one another. They were equals, and while sometimes Buwaro's innocent playfulness got on Madarao's nerves, just as Madarao's more mature and at times stoic sensibilities could aggravate Buwaro, between them there existed more than mere respect. Sure, they got jealous and competitive over Kiba's affection. But when left to their own devices... they made a rather cute couple in their own right.

Watching, breakfast half forgotten as he masturbated himself to the sight of the two demons lapping up one another's cum before returning to eat one another's seed stained kibble, Kiba indulged in considering perhaps commanding his pets to fuck. He had a plan laid out for their day already, but what would a fifteen minute delay really do to change things? Just long enough to watch Madarao plunge his cock deep into Buwaro's ass, to leave the smaller demon howling and spraying the ground with yet more seed as the spirit wolf's cock pounded at his prostate. Watching that, there was no doubt that Kiba would soon paint his own chest with his second load of the day, and when they were done with their breakfast, he'd gladly let his pets lick it off him as an early dessert.

But... no.

With a grunt of effort, Kiba removed his hand from his cock. His load had other goals. Other places to spill itself that day. And besides, he didn't want to keep his pets from their own cum-coated meals while the essence was still fresh, no more than he wanted his own meal to go to waste, ending up cold and unpalatable by the time he finished jerking himself to rapture.

Kiba began to eat as his pets did so too, hunched down over their bowls, moaning softly to themselves and one another as they tasted the other's cum mixed in with their breakfast. His cock continued to throb and ache beneath the table with every glance he made towards the raised ass of Buwaro and the floating, wispy rear end of Madarao. Pre-cum glistened as it ran down the underside of his shaft and over his black furred balls. But much as he wanted to reach down and continue jerking off even as he hungrily consumed his breakfast, he waited. For soon, breakfast would be over, and it would be time for the morning showers. To clean off with his pets, and then to get them all dressed up for the day ahead. And with that ahead, Kiba was glad he'd saved his second load. Because goodness knew, when he got all warm and wet in the shower with his pets, he'd need it.

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The shower, following shortly but not immediately after the three males had all cleared their plates, was probably the closest the trio came all day to being on an equal footing. Kiba was still master of course, in thought, in heart, and indeed in actions too to an extent. But as his pets washed him and one another, he too washed them. They stood together under the hot flowing water, in the large glass cubicle that was like a mini room in its own right within the bathroom, and cleaned one another's fur from top to bottom. Even Madarao's body, his spiritual nature making it practically impossible for dirt or grime to cling to his ethereal yet solid form, received an ample rub-down with a wash cloth.

Between soaping up and rinsing off, between tender caresses with fingers that seemed to all too often slip free from the wash clothes or loofahs that they had once held under the pretence of cleanliness, the pets shared lengthy embraces and kisses with their master. Buwaro's shorter frame clung to Kiba, and he even pressed his clawed hands to the sides of the wolf's face, holding them together as they kissed and moaned, bodies grinding insistently at one another. When it came to Madarao's turn however, it was the motion of his master's own hands that left the spirit wolf shuddering and gasping, feeling them not caressing his cock or any physically intimate area, but teasing around and beneath the lilac matter of his collar, the seal that held back the full fury of his demonic power.

From the moment all three of them stepped into the shower, it had only been a matter of time. Not an if, but simply a when regarding Kiba's arousal getting the best of him. And sure enough, once they were cleaned and ready to dry off and get dressed for the day ahead, the two demons found Kiba standing before the shower's doorway not ready to depart, but facing them. Blocking the exit, and reaching down to grasp his cock in hand once more, he addressed his dear pets with a passionate growl.

"Watch me..."

He wrapped his free hand around his swelling knot, and began to massage it tenderly as his hand flew up and down the length of his cock.

"Watch me cum, my pets... watch what you do to me. What just looking at you does to me. Just thinking about touching you."

As they did so, Buwaro's own right hand began to descend towards his own cock, erect and eagerly twitching once more. Madarao resisted the urge to touch himself, and was soon vindicated in that reluctance as Kiba's sharp eyes turned towards Buwaro with the purple demon's first own masturbatory moan.

"Bu'... did I say you could jerk off?"

Buwaro opened his muzzle to answer, but only let slip an embarrassed, mortified whimper of sorrow as he realised that no was the only possible answer to that question. No, he hadn't been given permission. It hadn't even been suggested that he or Madarao take part. Immediately he let go of his cock, whimpering but staying resolute no matter how much his erection dripped and strained with desire, having been well on the way to a fresh orgasm of its very own.

"Master... I... I'm sorry."

Hanging his head in shame, the demon was ready to accept whatever punishment came his way. And yet...

"C'mere, Buwaro. Hold my... ah, m-my hand."

Both demons eyes widened, and they looked to one another briefly before turning their gaze back to the speaker as though double checking that they'd heard correctly. Sure enough one of Kiba's hands was outstretched, having relinquished his grasp upon his cock's shaft in order to focus solely on squeezing and manipulating his knot. He flexed his fingers, and spoke more firmly, but not out of anger so much as pleasure stricken urgency.

"Hold my hand, Bu'. N-now... while I... ah......"

His fingers splayed out. His back arched. The wolf's tail thrashed and his toes curled down against the shower's floor. Buwaro lurched forward, and grasped his hand just in time for his own paw to be squeezed almost painfully, yet so very intimately hard. A strangled howl escaped Kiba's muzzle, and while he held Buwaro's paw in a vice grip, his eyes stared deep into those of the floating spirit wolf peering back at him, watching his master cumming right there and then.

"Yeah. O-oh god, yes... aaahhh..."

With reverence the two demonic pets watched their master let loose, revelling in every jerk of his bliss-ridden frame, every twitch of his cock, every spurt of cum to launch itself out across the steamy cubicle, several of his most potent shots landing just below where Madarao was hovering. They watched, and Buwaro was even granted the privilege of feeling his master's body shaking with every wave of pleasure that surged through it. So overjoyed was he to be able to share that moment with Kiba that he almost entirely forgot about his own body's needs. Soon, Kiba was spent once more, and the trio all tumbled out of the shower together to dry off. It was only then he released Buwaro's hand from his own, but not another word was spoken about the demon's unwitting disobedience. At least... not right then. Not until they were dried off, and until the trio had made their way through to the bedroom once more, Kiba ready to adorn his pets with their daily outfits.

The closet was large, and with good reason. Not only did it contain the majority of all the clothing Kiba wore day in, day out, but also a great deal of accessories meant not for him, but for his demonic pets. Handcuffs. Straitjackets. Gags. Chastity devices. Plugs and sex toys of all shapes and sizes and with functionality that went far beyond simple vibration.

Madarao went first, whimpering softly but with excitement more than disappointment or even the slightest fear. He had absolute trust in his master, and thus willingly accepted further restraint than the collar-like seal that constantly bound his true and uninhibited form. Two thick, boxing glove like mitts were attached to his paws, rendering even the most clumsy self-stimulation nigh on impossible were he to be tempted just as Buwaro had been. A thick ball gag was stuffed in his muzzle, the red rubbery ball itself pierced with holes through which his saliva helplessly drooled. Only then, when he couldn't even moan properly, did the floating spirit wolf feel his master's hand fall upon his cock. His eyes bulged. He whined with muffled desperation, and yelped in both joy and anguish as he felt something being slid down the length of his cock and settled right up against the vent of his ethereal form from which his manhood sprang forth.

"You love it... naughty pup..."

Kiba leaned in close, and whispered in the more ancient and powerful demon's ear. Once such an insult, even meant in jest would have driven Madarao wild with rage. He would have howled in dismay, of fought and struggled in humilation, outraged to be touched and teased with such mocking intimacy. But now... now he loved it. He truly did, just as the black furred wolf said.

Unable to answer, to tell Kiba just how right he was, the spirit wolf could only nod and whimper through his gag. He felt his knot swelling as Kiba continued to stroke his cock. He felt the cock-ring wrapped around the base of his member growing tighter and tighter as above it his knot swelled to its fully engorged state. It was almost painful in how tight it squeezed him, and as he felt his shaft continuing to be teased and pleasured, he knew that in this state he would be practically incapable of cumming no matter how hard he was worked. By the same token though, it would be practically impossible for this state of arousal to fade. He would be trapped here. Needy. Desperate. Trembling and panting with pleasure, drooling hungrily through his gag. And it would feel incredible, counting down the moments of the day until Kiba was ready to set him free.

Only then, with Madarao fully kitted out for the day, did the black furred wolf's attention turn instead to the smaller demon. The purple furred figure sat naked on the edge of his master's bed, blushing, his cock as rock hard and twitching as eagerly as ever, but remaining obediently untouched. He whimpered softly, but with the same giddy happiness that Madarao had displayed as Kiba began to touch him and dress him. A whole hood, latex-formed and without eye sockets or a hole for his mouth, just slits for nostrils, was slipped over Buwaro's head. His hands were mitted, and his arms as an extra precaution cuffed behind his back. The blind, now essentially armless demon was only then pulled to his feet, stumbling forward but trusting in Kiba not to let him fall. Sure enough he was held upright by the wolf, who growled, and only then spoke in a voice loud enough to be heard even through the latex hood.

"You're a wonderful pet, Buwaro. But... you know you did a bad thing today. You know you need to be punished for it."

Buwaro couldn't see what Kiba held up in front of his face with one hand in that moment, but he could sense the presence of the hand there. He didn't flinch. Kiba wouldn't strike him, that just wasn't the kind of master he was. But he knew whatever rested within the wolf's fingers, it wasn't going to be something to giggle about.

"I don't like punishing my pets. I like giving you treats. It makes me sad... it makes master upset, when he needs to remind you of your duty to him. You know that. And I know you hate hearing that. But... that's why I need to tell you. So you won't keep making that mistake. You're still learning, Bu'. What it means to be mine. What it means to belong to someone not only with all your heart, but your body too. And... sometimes I forget. Sometimes I let things slip, and treat you too much like a lover, rather than the pet you are."

His free hand wrapped around the demon's cock, squeezing firmly with all his fingers, and began to pump it rapidly. Through the hood muzzling him and locking his jaws together, Buwaro howled in lustful confusion. He didn't stumble though. Didn't let himself fall forward or back or to his knees in overwhelmed surprise. He didn't let himself disobey Kiba's obvious if unspoken command. To stand precisely where he was standing, and take whatever strange, oddly pleasurable punishment this was to which he was being subjected.

"That's it... you love that, don't you, puppy..."

Kiba growled as he pleasured Buwaro, and watched the demon's body uncontrollably humping at his hand. He smiled, and closed his eyes, focusing on the throbbing of Buwaro's cock in his grasp. Feeling the demon's urgency. Feeling his pleasure rising. Building. The urge to cum growing ever closer and more potent. He waited. He stroked. He squeezed. He masturbated Buwaro until the demon's toes were drumming against the floor with their clawed tips and within the hood the demon's muzzle was fighting to cry out louder than the latex binding him would allow.

And then, in a split-second, he stopped.

He stopped touching Buwaro's cock completely, leaving it twitching helplessly, leaving Buwaro's hands flailing and straining within their mitts and the cuffs binding them behind his back. And of course, leaving Buwaro howling in dismay... a sound that turned to howls of desperate pain and arousal combined yet another second or so later, when something jagged and sharp dug into the flesh upon and surrounding one of the demon's nipples.

Buwaro shrieked as the first nipple clamp was secured to his body, and wailed when the second followed suit. Each one was weighted, not just digging in but pulling, tugging under gravity's influence. It was agony. Absolute agony, and yet this close to orgasm, this near to losing total control and surrendering himself wholly to pleasure, the demon's screams were not of dismay, of anger or pain directed at Kiba. They were quite simply pleas. He was wordlessly, senselessly begging Kiba to touch his cock again, and turn this sweet agony into a rapturous, anguished ecstasy the likes of which the less experienced demon had never known before.

Those touches never came though. The nipple clamp's pressure, the tightness, the pain, the stimulation that pain provoked remained, but the touch needed to transform that stimulation into savage and overwhelming pleasure was not granted to Buwaro. This was a punishment. This was his punishment. He had touched when he was not meant to touch, and now, when his body craved it most of all, he would receive no touch from his master's hand in return. Not now. Not in five minutes. Not in ten. Indeed, to Buwaro's horror, he realised his punishment in that moment was not going to be quick and painful. It was going to be long, and drawn out... and as much as his nipples ached and stang from the piercing touch of the clamps seizing at them now, he was going to crave more for the hours upon hours that it was going to last, as he went that whole day without a single touch from his master or his fellow pet.

***********

Sure enough, as the day went on Buwaro heard, and felt, but did not see or interact with Madarao being called upon to aid their master. He knelt in one corner of Kiba's office, listening to the spirit wolf's muffled moans as he presumably floated beneath Kiba's desk, sucking their master off as he worked. He listened to the soft thud of the floating wolf's almost weightless form being pressed against some surface, a wall, a desk, perhaps even the floor mere feet away from where he was knelt blind and helpless, and was only able to listen in and endure the torment of not being able to take part as Kiba took his pet, and fucked him hard.

When lunch came around, and Buwaro's head was briefly released from his hooded prison, he was commanded not to speak. Not to utter a word. His master did not free his hands, but spoon fed him like a child. Buwaro's cheeks burned with humiliation, and his cock flexed helplessly as Kiba sat with him till he was done eating, only to immediately re-apply his hood, and leave him to pay some much earned attention to Madarao once more. Before lunch was over he heard the other demon and their master howling together in pleasure once more, while his own body just grew all the more desperate for even the most sparse stimulation beyond the nipple clamps holding him at such unbearable, agonising heights of paralysed near-ecstasy.

The afternoon went by with a similar absence of even the slightest contact. This might not have seemed so bad, but for Buwaro it was unheard of. Normally he and Madarao were used equally to help keep Kiba focused during his work or whatever activities and errands he had to run on any given day. Normally when the master went out, he and Madarao were given tasks to do. Errands of their own, house-work, or simply ordered to stimulate and tease one another so that when Kiba returned he could observe the explosive result of however long they had been commanded to hold one another back. But this? Total deprivation not just of pleasure, but of interaction with the master he loved and the fellow pet with whom he was almost equally close... it was more than Buwaro had prepared himself to handle. So much so that by the time dinner was in the works, and he found himself sat down at the table with his hood still in place while Madarao's own hands were freed to allow him to set the table, the purple furred demon couldn't help but whimper in vocal sorrow.

For almost thirty minutes more Buwaro sat there, lost in the darkness, the quiet, the enclosed emptiness of his own misery. He longed for light. For freedom not to escape his master's clutches, but to rush towards Kiba and beg his forgiveness. He had learned. He would remember this lesson, and never again take for granted the freedoms and pleasures his master granted him. He would...

"A-ahh!"

His hood was tugged off sharply, and with so little warning that it might as well have not had any at all. He blinked, and whined loudly as he realised that his cry of surprise might have been considered talking, something from which he assumed he was still forbidden. Tears sprang to the demon's eyes as he considered this, and wondered what greater punishment might follow. But through those tears he saw a face, a warm, smiling face, etched with concern and tenderness as it peered at him.

"Oh, Bu'..."

Kiba's fingertips wiped away the demon's tears, and the wolf's head leaned forward, planting a fond kiss between the purple furred male's horns.

"Be a good pet. Don't touch what you aren't supposed to be touching... don't let enthusiasm make you forget the simple rules I lay out for you. That's all I ask. I don't want you unhappy. I don't want you upset, or scared of disappointing me. I want to be able to make you feel good with every command I give. Will you let me do that? Will you be good, and let me make us all feel good?"

The demon sniffled, but still said nothing as he nodded his head. Kiba chuckled.

"Dinner's almost ready. If I let Madarao let you out of your bonds, will you sit at the table with us here and eat your food? Will you keep your hands on your cutlery, and not try to touch or tease yourself until I command it?"

Again Buwaro nodded his head, more urgently than before and with a hopeful whimper. Kiba beamed, and glanced to where Madarao was floating, mimicking sitting as best he could, giving a nod of his own before returning to the stove and the pleasant smells emanating from the oven beneath it.

Buwaro whined happily as his wrists were unbound and his mitts removed. He smiled at Madarao, himself free from his bondage... all except the cock-ring holding his arousal in its fully engorged state... for the meal that was about to happen, and the ghostly wolf grinned toothily back at him.

Together they sat. Together they ate, feasting upon not one but two delectable courses that left their bellies rumbling with satisfaction. And then, while their meals digested and their bodies were returned to bondage once more, both demons murmured and gurgled in pleasure through ball-gag and hood respectively as they rested upon the couch. They lay either side of Kiba, and let him rub their bellies, let him fondle and gently tease them back to the state of frantic, urgent arousal that had perhaps lost its edge over the relaxed pace of dinner. They let their meals digest a little, and their pleasure rise once more, before the wolf rose, and commanded for them to follow him. Not upstairs to their bedroom. Not elsewhere upon this ground floor. But down. Downstairs.

Through his gag, Madarao gurgled once more in delight. Through his hood, Buwaro whined happily, and giggled as he let his blind and still nipple clamped form be led after Kiba by Madarao's mitt-clad paws.

They were going downstairs.

They were going to the dungeon.

To the pets, that meant only one thing. The work day was done. The teasing, the tempting, the denial was over.

They weren't going to be set loose. Not yet. Not for many hours, hopefully. But their master... he was going to be set loose. He was going to be unleashed upon them, and they would once again feel just how lucky they were to be under his command.

***********

"M-master! Please, I... I need permission! I... a-aahhhh! I'm going to..."

Not ten minutes later, Buwaro was in a whole new kind of hellish heaven. His body was strapped down to a metal table, legs and arms spread-eagled. Still his voice was muffled, his vision blinded, his ability to perceive via even sound limited by the latex hood in which his head was trapped. But his body... his body was free from the denial it had endured. A thick dildo with an inflatable knot already lay inside his ass, still aching, still able to feel the lube drooling out of his stretched hole as the swollen, air filled knot spread him wide open. And now, though he could not see him, he could feel his master standing over him, ever so gently working a lube-coated, vibrating metal rod down the shaft of his cock, sounding the cock that had spent the best portion of the day being denied any stimulation and now overwhelming it with such volumes of agonising ecstasy that he couldn't bear it.

And yet, he had to.

He had to bear it, because he had not yet been given permission to cum.

'P-please... please! I c-can't... I won't cum, not before you... n-not unless you tell me I can. I won't let you down again, master!'

He wanted to scream those words, but the hood wrapped around his face and locking his jaw shut made it impossible. He wailed in desperation as best he could while the sounding rod pushed deeper still. The buzzing vibration grew more intense. More powerful. It seemed to permeate not just through the sensitive flesh of his cock, but his whole body. He shook. He wailed. He fought with every ounce of strength he possessed to resist, even though all his body wanted was to give in.

But of course, he should have remembered what Kiba had said to him before dinner. He should have trusted his master, and realised that for as much as this felt like torment, it was a torment born of ecstasy, and one that his master granted him not to cause him pain... but because he wanted to make up for all the lack of stimulation he had punished Buwaro with thus far.

"Bu'..."

A voice growled tenderly in his left ear, through the thick latex of his hood. The sounding rod began to slide its way slowly up and down, in and out, fucking his cock from the inside as his prostate throbbed and ached with the toy filling his ass pressed up against it. Buwaro howled, eyes rolling behind the hood. He couldn't hang on. He couldn't stop what was about to happen, even though he was trying with every fibre of his being.

"Cum for me, Bu. Do what your master says, and..."

He didn't need to be told twice. Quite literally he didn't, for before Kiba could even deliver the command a second time, Buwaro gave a strangled, joyous wail from the inside of his hood and felt his hot cum beginning first to bubble and drool out from around the metal rod buzzing inside his cock, then gushing out around it in thick spurts. The force of the orgasm, its length, its productivity, everything about it was pushed to an extreme the likes of which the demon had only rarely experienced in his time with Kiba and Madarao. It overwhelmed him. It hurt it felt so good, and it consumed him entirely. The demon was reduced to his most base instincts, wailing, snarling, totally primal in his joy and his adoration of the man responsible for doing this to him. His nipples ached, deliciously erect as they were still held, swollen and sore by the clamps locked around them. His balls boiled as they were emptied of every drop, the toy stuffing his ass and the vibration running down the very centre of his cock causing the orgasm to go on and on until there was nothing left. He huffed, and yelped, and gurgled, his own drool nearly drowning him in the enclosed space of his hood.

And then... then it was over, and yet as his hood was removed, and he blinked in the dungeon's dim light, peering down to see the vibrating rod still protruding from his glistening, cum-stained cock, Buwaro knew that it wasn't. He knew it because the rod pressed into his cock wasn't going anywhere. Because the toy buried in his ass wasn't going anywhere. And because the man standing by his side, grinning as he tossed the hood away, and reaching down to tease, to tweak at the purple furred demon's nipple clamps with a warm chuckle, wasn't going anywhere.

"Good boy. Good pet."

Kiba leaned down over the bound and helpless demon, and kissed Buwaro on the muzzle. It was returned with fatigued but still welcoming passion, and a loud whimper of continued desire escaped the demon when eventually the long, drawn out smooch ended.

"You won't be touching yourself tonight, Bu'. You won't be making yourself cum... not even once. But don't worry, my pet. You'll cum. Again, and again, and again. All you need to do is lie there, and watch, and learn. Let me show you some more of my tricks. Let me and Madarao show you how to be a better pet. How to hold back when you want to scream. How to embrace the pleasure and the pain equally and with the same hunger. Let me show you how to be the pet you want to be. One who will make me even happier than you already do. One who will make me more proud of you than I already am... though, sometimes I don't think it's possible."

It was both strange and yet so familiar to hear words like that spoken, so tender, so loving, and yet spoken by a man looming over the demon where he lay bound and helpless in a basement dungeon. Buwaro knew them to be true though. Or rather, he trusted them to be true because of who spoke them. And he soon learned them to be true as his metal table was hoisted upward, leaning him almost entirely upright and in a perfect position to watch... and to enjoy the show being put on for him.

Across the dungeon, bound to the wall by metal chains that glowed with a similar ethereal light to his own figure, Madarao shuddered and gasped, obviously worked up to the extreme by what he had seen Buwaro go through at their master's hands. He watched the wolf approach him, trembling, his cock still rock hard and locked that way, helplessly trapped between constant arousal and an almost total inability to cum. The ring couldn't be removed while he was hard, while his knot was engorged to the extreme that it was. And yet, that didn't scare him. It thrilled him, almost as much as it clearly thrilled Kiba as his eyes fell upon the demonic wolf's member.

"Let's show Bu' what he can be. Shall we? Let's show him what a demon who has strength, who has experience... a demon who has tasted true power himself, can endure. Can enjoy."

From a table close by, laden with objects ranging from butt-plugs to dildos to riding crops and a dozen or more things beyond that, Kiba withdrew an object larger than the sounding rod he had applied to Buwaro by some measure, but smaller than the cock protruding from his own crotch, or indeed that of the spirit trembling and moaning before him. An object with a button upon the length of its shaft, resting like a trigger just beneath Kiba's thumb. An object with a bulbous head comprised of silvery metal, and one which was soon pressed up against the swollen knot of Madarao's cock.

"What would you do to cum for me right now, Madarao?"

The glowing white wolf growled happily to the dark furred male standing before him. His ghostly whip-like tail thrashed through the air. His arms tugged helplessly at the glowing bonds binding him in place where he floated. He licked his lips, and shuddered in delight.

"Anything, master. Anything... b-but, I can't... the ring...."

A smile flickered over the corners of his muzzle, and a similar grin echoed it across Kiba's own face as they both heard Buwaro wail in mindless, pleading desperation, wanting nothing more than to see Madarao cum. He'd heard the other demon howling in such pleasure throughout the day, he'd assumed, he'd thought that the spirit had to have cum. But if that ring had indeed never once left his cock... then no. He hadn't. Not only was Madarao every bit as pent up as he had been, he was even more so now.

"And if there was a way... even if that way hurt, if the pain was almost as strong as the pleasure... would you take it? Or wait, see if you could calm down? See if patience might prove the better course of action?"

Again Kiba smirked, but Madarao remained straight faced, the demon staring deep into his master's eyes and replying with absolute certainty.

"Master. I... I would do anything for you. And I would do anything, feel anything, endure anything, to cum for you, if you asked me to."

From across the room, Buwaro howled one last time in anguished dismay at Madarao's denial. Then he saw something. A light. A crackling, buzzing spark of electricity dancing between the metal orb at the end of the device and the swollen, engorged flesh of Madarao's knot.

His eyes bulged, but nowhere near as much as the demon wolf's own when the e-stim wand sprang into life. With an ear-splitting, demonic howl that shook the dungeon to its foundations, Madarao's cock began to dribble uncontrollably with cum no matter the ring's attempts to hold it back. His knot was overwhelmed by stimulation so powerful, so vicious that it very nearly shattered the collar-like seal around his neck with the force of the wolf's response. He roared. He yelped. He screamed. And by his side, holding the still crackling wand against him, Kiba grinned, glancing between the thrashing, electrified wolf and the now silent, trembling form of Buwaro.

The less experienced demon watched his counterpart writhe and flail. He watched him shriek. He watched him cum despite physiology telling him that he couldn't in a manner more strict than even Kiba's commands could instil.

He watched, and he shuddered not in fear or anxiety on Madarao's behalf at what must have been unbearable pain alongside that pleasure... but rather, with anticipation. With desire. With a little jealousy.

He watched, enchanted by what he was seeing, and wondered if, when Madarao was finally done... if perhaps master would let him have a turn. Yes, it would hurt. But it looked like it would feel incredible too. Besides, he could handle it. No matter what Kiba or Madarao thought of him. No matter how inexperienced he may have seemed sometimes compared to his counterpart. He could handle it, for master.

For Kiba, he could handle anything.

By Jeeves