Helluva Party
Rakuen Growlithe
AN: This one was a bit of a surprise and not what I had originally expected to write. First, I haven't used a male growlithe for myself for years and, secondly, I haven't really thought about CBT much in forever. Oh well. Here's a bit of self indulgence with Vortex, from Helluva Boss, teaching me why growlithe should not to try sneak into hellhound parties.
Tags: M/M, male, gay, non-anthro, growlithe, hellhound, Vortex, Helluva Boss, pokemon, canine, cock and ball torture, CBT, pain, domination, paddling, suspension, rimming, musk, bondage, leash, humiliation
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The whole world seemed black as Rakuen was led, blindfolded, with only the tug of the leash on his collar to guide him.
"Uh… wh..what are you going to do?" the growlithe asked, a soft whine under his voice.
From the other end of the leash came a deep chuckle, "You're going to find out, little pup. You think you can just sneak into a hellhound party and no one's going to notice? I think I've got just the test to see if you're telling the truth."
The pair stopped and the blindfold was removed. Rakuen blinked from the sudden brightness, shaking his head a little as he looked around.
Much as he'd surmised from the feel of cool stone under his paws, he was currently standing in a dungeon. Above him, a bright light shone directly down but the rest of the room was in darkness, and he could do little more than make out the shapes of various devices in the shadows. Still holding the leash, and with a wide grin stretched across his muzzle, stood Vortex, a large, muscular, grey hellhound who bore a striking resemblance to an anthropomorphic wolf. Not only did the growlithe's striped, orange coat contrast with the monochromatic hellhound but the pokémon, standing on four legs, was less than half his height; Rakuen's head only reached the mid-point of Vortex's thighs. The larger canine pressed a button on a remote and a sudden mechanical whirring made Rakuen start.
Two cables ran down from the ceiling to the floor and the pokémon could hear a hidden mechanism making them move. Firmly attached between the cables was a hefty wooden block, consisting of two pieces with a narrow hole passing through the centre. As it passed Vortex's torso, he reached out and opened the two pieces along a hinge.
"A long time ago, they used to take all the naughty people and put them in stocks similar to this."
Rakuen shifted around on all fours but the leash was twisted around the hellhound's hand and there was little slack.
"I think it could help us discover if you're a real hellhound or just a poser."
"Yeah, I don't think that's going to work," replied Rakuen, raising an eye. "For one, there's only one hole and I couldn't even fit my paw through that."
"Oh, don't worry," chuckled Vortex, "it's not for your paws!"
With no more of a warning, the hellhound swung one leg over Rakuen's back, pinning the small pokémon between his legs and reached down to grip the growlithe's testicles.
"Hey! Watch it!" barked Rakuen as he was pulled back by the balls.
In the next few moments, he felt the wooden block shut around his scrotum, heard the click of a padlock locking the stocks closed and saw Vortex reach down and unclip the leash. Eyes darting around in panic, the growlithe tried to twist and see what was going on but the stocks were held tightly by the supporting cables and he quickly found that any movements just resulted in a painful tug on his sensitive balls.
"Do you think you're tough enough to be a hellhound?" asked Vortex, stepping back into the shadows.
"I… I've been in pokémon battles!" Rakuen barked back, narrowing his eyes.
"That's cute. Kiddies' entertainment." Vortex stepped back into the light, now twirling a wooden paddle back in his hand. "A hell hound has to be tough; we don't just take turns in a fight. Now let's see how tough you really are."
There was a swoosh as the paddle swung through the air then a loud smack as it impacted directly on Rakuen's twin orbs. The growlithe froze for a second, pupils expanding until they filled his eyes.
"Aaawwoooooo!"
"Ha! That didn't sound all that tough," laughed Vortex as he patted Rakuen's head. "In fact, each time you make a sound like that, I'm going to raise the stocks a little higher." As he spoke, Vortex ran his hand down over the growlithe's back before grabbing the pokémon's fluffy, cream tail.
"Nngghh… What? You-"
Whatever he had intended to say was quickly lost in a loud yelp as the paddle struck a second time. Not only was there the original impact to content with but, locked in place as they were, his balls had nowhere to go and were soon compressed between the hard, unyielding wood of the paddle and the stocks.
"Ooh, that was a sound," observed Vortex with a chuckle.
The motor came back to life while Rakuen felt the wooden stocks start rising. It was only a short distance but the growlithe's balls were already stretched through the hole in the wood and now defying gravity.
The next couple of minutes seemed, to Rakuen, to last hours. Vortex's exhortations for silence seemed to fall on deaf ears even as the hellhound waited patiently after each blow for the pokémon to stop whimpering. Again and again the slap of the paddle echoed in the stone room, always accompanied by a loud yelp and followed by the whirr of machinery.
"N..n..no more," begged the fire puppy.
He could feel his scrotum stretched to its limit but he was unable to tug his balls through the small hole of the stocks. His hind legs were trembling as he tried to lift himself as high as possible, practically balancing on his claw tips. Still the stocks continued to rise and, as the growlithe's eyes widened to their maximum, the pull grew more intense and he felt his hind paws lift off the floor.
"Mnnn!" winced Vortex, "That's got to hurting something fierce. But you're still sticking in there, that's a good sign."
Rakuen shook his head, giving constant whimpers now as he desperately tried to shift his weight and balance on his forepaws. Tears were running down his muzzle, dripping down to the floor where they formed salty, clear puddles. Right alongside several salty, white puddles.
"It does look like you're losing this game though. Still, we might as well see it through to the end."
With his nuts pulled so tight there was no more give at all; each strike of the paddle sent sharp waves of pain deep into the growlithe's body. There was no thought of his yelps now, no thought of anything but the pain; the sharp, penetrating pain each time he received the kiss of the paddle; the dull, throbbing aching pain of his swollen testicles; the constant, painful tug of his own body now dangling by his sack. The growlithe was barely aware of Vortex pressing the "up" button one last time and even his forepaws leaving the ground. For him, time seemed to stop as he dangled, completely suspended by his nuts.
Vortex walked around Rakuen, looking him over from all angles. The growlithe was trembling with tears running down his muzzle to drip off his nose. What most surprised the hellhound was what he saw between the growlithe's hind legs. Instead of the creamy ball-sack the pokémon had had just a quarter of an hour ago, the growlithe's ball pouch was stretched taut by his body weight and his orbs, pulled tight against the wood, were bright red and at least twice their original size. However, despite all that, the little growlithe's shaft had engorged and spilled out of his sheath, knot inflated and precum was leaking against the pup's belly.
"You might be might enjoying this a little more than I expected," commented Vortex. "You may not be a hellhound but you could definitely fit in with some of the crowd here."
The large hound placed a hand on Rakuen's nuts, feeling the heat radiating from and the rapid pulsing of the pokémon's blood.
"I wonder… Do you think if I gave these a little squeeze we might just get them to fit through."
Vortex grinned, his sharp teeth glistening in the spotlight, as his hand began to close around his dangling captive's nuts. Rakuen was helpless to resist, every tiny movement of Vortex's fingers felt amplified a hundredfold but any wriggling or squirming just made it unbearably worse. It didn't take long of Vortex firmly rolling and squeezing the canine's nuts in his fingers before the growlithe let out a strangled, whimpering groan and, with a series of powerful twitches, sent hot jets of cum squirting over his front and onto the floor.
"Heh, just what I thought."
Vortex stepped in front of the growlithe and began to undo his belt buckle.
"Now here's the deal, lil' pup. You may have some fire powers but that doesn't make you a hellhound. This party is for hellhounds only, so I should really just kick you out. But! It's been a long day; I'm tired and need to freshen up." While he was speaking, Vortex unzipped his pants and slid them down. "Perhaps I was a little mistaken when I thought I saw a wannabe hellhound and what I really saw was pack of disposable wet wipes. Yeah, I could certainly take a pack of wet wipes back into the party with me. Hell, I might even know a couple of hounds that would want to borrow some wipes. Now did I see a wannabe hellhound or did I see a pack of wet wipes…"
Vortex shuffled around, letting out a long, loud, "Hmm" as if he were deep in thought. At the same time, his tail curled upwards, brushing over Rakuen's face. The growlithe folded his ears back as the large, grey hound's words echoed in them. Time seemed to stretch even further for the growlithe, even though it was barely even seconds, and his nose twitched now as the scent of the larger male's rump flowed through the air. Face flushed, before he even knew he had made up his mind, Rakuen lifted his head and began to lick at Vortex's rear.
The hellhound let out a satisfied moan, raising the remote, "Now wasn't that silly of me, I seem to have mistaken some wet wipes as a trespasser."
With a push of a button, Rakuen began to descend. Relief flooded the growlithe as his paws finally touched the ground again and he was able to the strain off of his aching, swollen balls. There was a brief moment of freedom when Vortex opened the stocks but then the leash was back on Rakuen's collar and the smaller canine was tugged firmly under the larger one's tail.
"Keep licking."
With his fluffy tail wagging behind him and nose pressed firmly beneath the hellhound's tail, Rakuen followed behind Vortex. With his hind legs awkwardly spread and his bright red orbs dangling much lower between them.
The End