Peter's Commitment

By: Silver Sheep

Peter was seated in a small room. The room was inside a mental asylum. The room was bland and was only equipped with a chair. It had clean white tiles on the floor with pale green walls. Peter wasn't there as a patient he had been invited there by his boyfriend. His boyfriend Otto works as a nurse at the mental asylum. Otto had promised him a weekend of kinky fun. He was intrigued by the offer and arranged to have himself “committed”. 

His keen canine hearing picked up the sound of paws walking down the hallway. The wooden door opened revealing Otto. Otto was a red fox with typical black sock markings on his lower legs and arms.  He had lush fur and brilliant golden eyes. He was dressed in white medical scrubs with latex gloves over his hand paws. 

“Hello dear. Sorry to keep you waiting I was just preparing your treatment.” he said. Peter gulped his eyes looked at the floor. Otto took a step closer and said “Don't be afraid we’ll take care of you here. Why don't you strip yourself down to your undies so that I can change you into something more comfortable.”

Peter stood up from his seat and lifted his t-shirt up over his head. Underneath was his charcoal grey fur. His abdomen was only slightly plump but not fat. He placed his t-shirt on the seat that he had been sitting on. He then undid the buckle on his belt. His black pads of his hand paws trembling slightly. With his belt buckle undone he pulled it through the belt loops of his jeans. He added his belt to the chair and pushed down his jeans revealing his navy blue boxers.

Just as he stepped out of his jeans he heard a knock at the door. Otto turned around and grabbed the door handle and pulled it open in a gentle swing. Standing on the other side was a giant towering form. It was a deer-wolf. He had piercing green eyes, a brown canine muzzle with antlers atop his head. The impressive rack of antlers made him seem even taller. He was wearing a white lab coat and black slacks. Peter could tell just from his neck muscles alone that this deer-wolf was buff and he must have clocked up some time in the gym. “Ah, Doctor Gregory great timing” Otto said smiling.

Doctor Gregory was pushing a wheelchair equipped with leather straps with metal buckles, on the seat of the wheelchair there was something made of canvas and tan coloured leather. He pushed the wheelchair inside the room and closed the door behind him. As he turned Peter could see the nub like deer tail poking out from behind him.

Peter’s eyes went wide at the visitor. “What? Otto I never agreed to have some stranger involved.” Peter said. “Do you think I can smuggle you into the disused parts of the asylum just by myself? I trust Doctor Gregory completely he helped to get my full nursing licence and he’s very open minded. Peter was about to respond when he was distracted by the towering form of the deer-wolf coming towards him.

Doctor Gregory turned back around and walked up to Peter. In a flash the tree trunk like arms of the deer-wolf grabbed Peter in a powerful grip. Surprised Peter backed into the wall of the small room. Doctor Gregory huffed as he effortlessly lifted Peter’s arms over his head. Peter felt the strength in the deer-wolf's arms as they pinned his over the top of his head. Doctor Gregory curled his lips back into a snarl and let out a furious growl.

Peter pressed his canine ears flat against his head as he felt the hot breath blow across his muzzle from the snarl. The deer-wolf's voice came out in as a low growl “Little wolf are you going to let us strap you into your straitjacket or do I need to be more forceful? Peter nodded to afraid to speak. Doctor Gregory released his grip and said with a smirk “That’s what I thought.”

Otto and Doctor Gregory set about strapping Peter into his canvas straitjacket first his arms then his torso and finally his crotch strap. It didn’t take too long because Peter was intimidated by the Doctor’s dominant display. “There we go nice and snug now. What a good patient.” said Otto. “I didn’t agree to- Peter was cut off as Doctor Gregory grabbed the bottom of his muzzle in his powerful hand paw pulling it open. He quickly pushed a feeding gag into place and buckled it behind his head. “Hush now, we know what best for our patients here.” the deer-wolf said matter-of-factly.

Doctor Gregory manhandled Peter into the wheelchair. He quickly buckled the straps of the wheelchair closed. Peter was now helplessly straitjacketed, gagged and strapped into a wheelchair. Peter felt his face was get flushed with blood. The deer-wolf took a hold of the handles of the wheelchair and began wheeling it out into the hallway. Otto padded behind as they exited the room his fox tail twitching excitedly behind him.

He was wheeled through empty corridors and then into a small padded room thankfully it didn’t have a real patient inside. He was unstrapped from the wheelchair and placed on the smooth rubber padding of the room’s floor “We will give you some alone time because we still need to get some things ready for you therapy darling. We’ll be back after a while.” said Otto. Otto wheeled the wheelchair just outside of the padded room. Otto and the man mountain of a deer-wolf left the room. The door was closed and the wolf was locked in.

The wolf stood up in the padded room. The room had white rubber padding on the walls and floor. The padding under his feet felt cool to the touch under his foot paws. He decided to explore his cell. He walked around the room and brushed the walls with his straitjacketed body. He looked up at the ceiling there was a small vent and a naked light globe protected by a wire mesh cage. The room smelt of latex and cleaning solution. He wondered when they would return for him.

Peter did another lap of the room. He enjoyed the sensation of the glossy latex on his paw pads. He huffed his nose as best he could in the gag he was wearing. The smell that was coming from the white rubber of his cell was making his face flush with blood. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was locked in or something about the rubbery scent itself but his face flushed with blood. He huffed the scent again whatever it was it had an affect on him. He felt a warmth flow down between his legs.

Despite himself Peter felt the red tip of his canine penis peek out of it’s sheath. He choose to ignore the feeling in his loins and continue to walk around the room. He didn’t want to sniff that wonderful scent again so he chose the breath through the mouth opening in the gag. “Why did the latex padding smell so good?” he wondered.

The next lap of the room he felt more of his length had come out of its sheath. It was uncomfortable as the sensitive flesh touched against the inside of his boxers. He continued to ignore his arousal but as he walked the fabric of his boxers shorts kept reminding him of it. Peter was getting himself pretty worked up. He felt his heart rate increase despite his gentle pace around the room.

He stopped walking when his erection kept rubbing the fabric of his underwear. His arousal was getting harder to ignore. He panted through his gag. His balls felt hot and the heat throbbed into his penis. He tried to focus on slowing his breathing but all he could do was listen to his powerful pulse in his ears.

He wounded if he should try to masturbate or not. Something about being trapped in a rubber padded cell was making him hot and horny should he really give in to it. For all he knew it was part of some setup for him to be caught by his boyfriend or the deer-wolf for his embarrassment. He didn’t know when they would return.

He decided to sit down and try to wait it out. He was fully erect now his penis was pushing into his boxer shorts and his knot was free from its sheath. Heat welled up into his groin. Despite just sitting there his heart was beating strongly and he was panting into his gag. “Should he try a touch and clutch just to calm himself down?” he wondered.

As he was sitting he open and closed his legs a couple of times trying to displace the heat. Again his mind returned to the subject of masturbation. The question of where his release would go had came up. His boxer shorts were strapped to his groin by the crotch strap so that he couldn’t take them off. Undoubtedly when he ejaculated it would go all over himself. If he made a mess in his underwear that would be just as embarrassing as being caught. 

The idea of making a creamy mess in his boxer shorts wasn’t helping him keep the idea of having a touch and clutch out his mind. He was erect but how was he going to stimulate himself?  With his arms and hand paws bound in his straitjacket he had to find a more creative way to masturbate. Maybe if he did some squats he could use his tight strapping to his advantage.

He tried squatting and standing to work the crotch strap of his straitjacket over his needy penis. It felt good to rub that crotch strap as he huffed into his gag. A while later he felt moisture inside his boxers. He forced himself to stop. He checked the damage by leaning forward. Pre had leaked into his boxer shorts. A small wet spot where the tip of his penis had been rubbing against the fabric. The scent of his pre was in the air.

It was getting too much he needed release. His next idea was to use the rubber wall padding. He tested that soft padding of the walls. He ground his crotch into a bulge of the padding on the walls. It felt good to grind the slick rubber padding of his cell so that’s how he decided how he was going to get off. His penis was trapped in his underwear by the strapping so he had to find a good angle to grind his length into.

He humped the wall working himself up slowly by rocking his hips. He didn’t normally masturbate this way but his predicament was turning him on. He started to fantasize. He was panting heavily as he humped the wall his tail wagging behind him. His heart rate was increasing.

He humped the wall grinding his manhood into the soft padding. He fantasized about being caught and forced to confess to his boyfriend and Dr Gregory how often he masturbated, what paw he used and if he ejaculated into his underwear. He huffed into the wall the idea of stopping now gone as he fantasized. He was close to ejaculating now and he was going cum into his boxers. He quickened his pace soon he felt the pleasure of release. Four good sized ropes of cum shot into has boxers they soaked the front of them. A large wet patch had appeared. His navy blue boxes now had a black patch across their crotch. The musky scent of his release filled the room. His fantasy of being caught was now reality he couldn’t hide the fact that he had masturbated it was plain to see.

He was beginning to calm down his release took the edge of the kinky situation. Sitting in the quiet room he focused on his breathing. Soon all that was left of his arousal was the musky wet patch in his boxers were he had ejaculated all over himself. Just in time too because his two “carers” had returned. He was strapped back into the wheelchair thankfully they didn’t comment on his sticky mess he had made of his boxer shorts. Even though they must have noticed.

Peter was wheeled into a different part of the asylum and into a room with a strange setup. In one of the corners there were four ropes equipped with metal carabiners hanging out of holes in the ceiling. The rope setup was in front of a large mirror built into the wall. Under the rope set up a white rubber sheet was stretched across the floor and anchored into place. In another corner was a restraint bed covered in white glossy rubber complete with leather restraints. Most alarming was a large butt plug placed on top of a treatment cart. Otto walked into the room “Hi love I've got something special planned for you today.” he said. Peter didn’t answer because of the feeding gag strapped to his muzzle. Otto signaled Dr. Gregory with his paw.

Dr. Gregory unbuckled the wolf from the wheelchair and guided Peter to the restraint bed. He strapped the wolf in first his legs strapping them wide apart. This exposed his wet musky boxes to full view. The deer-wolf attached a strap to the wolf’s straitjacket. He was now secured to the bed. Otto removed the crotch strap on his straitjacket. He cut off the mess of his underwear off with a pair of scissors. He tossed the embarrassing reminder of his lack of self control into a trash bag attached to the side of the treatment cart. 

Dr. Gregory went over to the treatment cart and pushed it back to the side of the bed. Otto grabbed some wipes from the treatment cart and proceed to clean Peters sheath, balls and crotch. “That’s better” Otto said. Peter felt embarrassed that his mess had been casually cleaned while the deer-wolf was still in the room. “You have just played with yourself but I haven’t played with your ass in a while my dear.” Otto said. He grabbed a tube of KY jelly and squeezed a dob of lube onto his latex gloved paw. Otto slid a slickened finger into his boyfriend’s anus. Peter squirmed in his restraints and moaned through his gag as the skilled finger got to work opening him up. He was glad of his recent release then because it helped to keep himself soft. Soon a second finger joined the first and gently stretched him open.

Otto withdrew his fingers and said “Now for something bigger.” Dr. Gregory grabbed the tube of lube and poured some out onto the butt plug. He worked the lube over it making it glisten in the lights of the room. He picked it up and handed it to Otto who slowly worked it into his boyfriend’s ass. After some work it was inserted to the hilt. Otto removed a nylon harness from a draw in the treatment cart. The harness had four D rings on the waist strapping. Otto buckled the harness around his boyfriend’s waist and crotch, careful not to have the straps crush on his patient's balls. Testing the harness Otto gave it a tug. Peter felt the straps under his bottom push on his butt plug. Otto and Dr. Gregory let him loose from the bed he was then guided over to the rope setup. He stepped onto the smooth latex sheet it felt cool under his paw pads.

The D rings on the harness were buckled to the ropes via the carabiners. The ropes turned out the be elastic like bungee cords. The harness felt tight around his waist and he felt it push on his butt plug as he stood. With his work finished Dr. Gregory left the room but not before stopping at the door to say “Otto have fun you kinky bastard” Otto acknowledged Dr. Gregory with a nod and went over to a crank that was sticking out of the wall. Otto started cranking. The ropes started to lose their slack as they got raised into the ceiling. Soon standing flat on his paws felt like torture with the elastic ropes pulling on his harness which pushed the toy deeper. As the ropes tightened Peter felt uncomfortable pressure on the plug in his ass. He raised his straitjacketed body up onto the toe pads of his paws in effort to keep the ropes from pulling on his harness and disturbing his stuffed tailhole. He only felt barely comfortable on the toes of his paws. If the harness swung it pushed on the butt plug making it shift in his ass. So he tried to stand as still as possible.

Otto returned to the treatment cart and grabbed a large bottle from the cart and walked up behind Peter. He laid down prone behind him and took in the sight of Peter’s paws. His paws were trembling from the stain of holding up his weight on the smooth latex sheet that he was standing on. His black pads contrasting with the white glossy latex. Peter was standing awkwardly on the toe pads of his paws trying to stand stay still. Otto had a great view of main pad of both of Peter’s paws. “You have beautiful paws my sweet.” said Otto.

Otto removed the cap from the large bottle. He squeezed some of the contents on the rubber sheet to the right of where his boyfriend was standing. The contents of the bottle turned out to be slick lube. In the refection on the large mirror Peter saw the large dollop of lube glisten in the lights of the room. Otto squeezed more lube to the left of his boyfriends straining paws and repeated the process to the front and rear of his special patient. “I think it’s time to have some slick fun darling.” Otto said.

Peter was surrounded by large dollops of lube. His paws had a dry piece of rubber to stand on but if he moved them too far they would get coated in the stuff. He couldn’t have his legs open wide to avoid lube dollops because of how the ropes pulled on his harness and in turn pushed on his plug. So he had to keep his legs together and stand on his toe pads to keep the toy from grinding into his tailhole. 

Otto carefully squeezed a small dollop of lube on the rubber sheet just under the ball each of Peter’s straining paws but he was careful to to get any lube on the actual paws themselves. If Peter wanted to rest his paws flat they would smoosh into lube. Otto returned to an upright position “Alright Peter you can stand there if you want but I think it would be more fun to use your bouncer. Just be careful to keep your paws clean I may have spilt some lube” he said with a smirk. ”Slickened paws will make standing a little tricky especially on your toe pads so do keep them clean. You know how lube gets everywhere don’t you dal.” Otto smirked to himself. “Oh and if you do slip over that comfy harness will keep you upright.”

Otto left the treatment room shutting the door behind him. Peter was trapped in a new nightmare he didn’t want to bounce around with a huge butt plug tightly stuffed inside his tailhole. He tried to stand still but his paws were beginning to hurt from their unnatural position.

Trapped in his uncomfortable position Otto was thinking of how to avoid the slimy dollops of lube Otto had placed directly under the balls of each paw. There was only a small dry area and with ropes attached he couldn’t widen the position of his legs without putting more of his weight on the bouncy ropes. Straitjacketed as he was he couldn’t use his hand paws to help at all. He could lift one foot paw at a time up into the air to rest it for a bit he thought.

He carefully lifted his right paw off the latex sheet. He saw his reflection in the large mirror and wondered if Otto was watching his torment behind it. It felt good to flex his paw and splay his toes after being in such a strained position. This had helped a bit so after carefully placing his paw back into position he repeated the process with his left paw splaying and stretching his toes easing the ache in them.

Peter wondered if this all just a contrived effort to get him to flex his paws for his boyfriend. He lifted his right paw again wiggling his toe pads and splaying them in effort to ease the stress of standing on his toes. He returned his toe pads to the rubber sheet and brought up his left foot paw. How long can I keep this up he thought.

Some time later his calf muscles felt like they were on fire the stretching wasn’t cutting it. He had to rest at least one of his legs flat for a bit. He wanted to try standing flat on his pads to see if he could handle the plug better now that it had been in there for a while. So he lowered his left foot paw to the rubber sheet he felt the harness push on his plug it wasn’t too bad with just one pad lowered. The paw smooshed into the slick lube he kept most of his weight on the toe pads of his right paw. He enjoyed the relief of having his paw in a more natural position and kept it there for a bit. As he lifted the left foot paw off the ground again he felt the slick lube dribble down over his toe pads. It felt cool to the touch. He had to check the damage so he examined his left paw in the mirror the main pad had been thickly smeared with the lube and it had dripped onto his toe pads. No doubt he would slip across the sheet with his paw coated as it was.

He had an idea if he wiped the lube off his paw pads onto the fur of his leg he could stand on his paw again without it sliding around. He knew he had to try to rub of at least some of the lube onto his fur so that he could swap sides without going flying. So he rubbed his slick paw into the fur of his right leg. He pressed his pads into his dry fur which easily soaked up the greasy lube. He observed in the mirror the slick mess darkening his fur as his paw smeared lube into his fur. He cleaned his paw the best he could before he checked it in the reflection. His paw looked much better the pads only had a dull shine to them. He gently placed his paw back into position slowly putting his weight on it. He had less purchase then before but at least he wasn’t going sliding.

He repeated the process with his right foot paw resting it in the lube on the rubber sheet. He maneuvered his right paw smearing the slimy lube into his dry leg fur. It was difficult to balance straitjacketed but his stuffed tailhole provided motivation. So far so good. The break he gave his foot paws worked in easing off the pressure. A few minutes latter he felt his foot paws began to tire again so he placed his left foot paw back down into the slick lube. His foot paw squelched into the patch of lube getting re-coated. His leg fur now had a coating of lube itself so he had a harder time wiping his foot paw clean. He saw in the mirror that his leg fur was getting more sodden making it glisten. His felt that his paw wasn't as clean because it still felt slick and greasy. He checked it in his reflection and sure enough his black pads were glossy under the light. He didn’t want to risk wiping again so he gently put weight on it to test it. He felt it slip across the smooth sheet leaving a thin smear of lube in its wake. He saved himself from falling over by returning his weight to his right pad but in the process splashed his left foot paw into a fresh puddle of slick lube.

He had also tugged on ropes attached to his waist harness shifting the plug around in his anus. The stimulation of the butt plug was cursing his penis to stir. His breathing increased through his gag. Peter was in trouble now he had to wipe off more mess from his left foot paw into his now wet and greasy fur of his right leg. He could feel the greasy slick lube in his leg fur but he still had to try. He was breathing deeply through his gag as he tried to clean his paw in his messy fur all that seemed to do was spread around the lube coating his black pads in more slickness. His paw made sloppy noises as the slimy lube squelched between his toe pads. He desperately tried to dry it on the lubed fur of his leg. It wasn’t working he was going to have to try and stand on his slickened paw. He inspected his paw in his reflection. He was dismayed by his paw as it was worse than the second cleaning it had a thin coat of glossy lube over every part of it.

His right paw was trembling with the strain of holding up his weight. He tested his left paw on the smooth rubber sheet. The pads on his left paw were well lubed now so when he touched the dry spot he was standing on it left a greasy paw print in the smooth rubber. His paw kept slipping on the rubber sheet. it was now getting a coating of lubricant over the surface from his greasy paw. It was getting difficult to keep still. His butt plug shifting each time he adjusted his position. His penis was enjoying the stimulus and had begun to peek out of his sheath. Peter squirmed as his slick paw kept sliding. He observed the red tip of his penis emerge in his reflection. It was then his tired right paw gave out and the pads squelched into the slickness. His paws had little purchase on the rubber sheet. His plug jerked against his prostate causing his canine penis to swell more of it coming out of it’s sheath. 

His left paw slipped away from under him. His legs opened wide and the plug rocked along with the harness as he put his weight on the elastic ropes. He desperately stamped his left paw onto the rubber sheet right into one of the puddles of lubricant. The force of the impact sent greasy lube splashing up between his toes. His right paw lost traction and slid across the rubber sheet through one of the greasy dollops spreading a glossy trail in its wake. The jerking and jarring of the harness tugged by the ropes was making the plug rub across his insides. He let out a defeated moan into his gag His penis was becoming erect now and was a distraction on it's own. 

Peter's knew he was in deep trouble now because his paws were now caked in lubricant and just helplessly slid across the glossy white rubber. As he desperately tried to stop sliding more lube was spread around by his slippery paws. Soon the room was filled with the sound of his panting through his gag and the slurping of his greasy paws across the rubber sheet. He saw in his reflection that his red canine penis was bobbing about he also saw the slick wetness of his paws as they fought in vain to get traction on the glossy surface.The elastic ropes bounced back and forth tugging on his harness and putting pressure on his plugged insides. His hard canine penis was bobbing free and was making it all the more harder to stop moving. 

He kept moaning loudly into his gag squirming in the straitjacket as he became more frantic to stop his plug from moving around. His paws soaked in lubricant slid effortlessly around the rubber sheet. He was swinging now and when he stamped his paws down to stop the movement they just slid across the rubber as he was dragged along by the harness. He could feel that the fur around his paws was matted together from the slick lubricant. His paw pads shined in the light of the room as he felt the lube drip and squelch under his pads. The sheet of white rubber was glossy from the coating as Peter's paws had spread lube around like icing over a cake. He again tried to rub off the lubricant by rubbing his paws together over his lower legs but there was far too much of it and each time he returned a paw to the sheet it just got a thick new coat of grease. In his reflection he saw that his hard penis needed attention and that his leg’s fur was wet and matted from his desperate cleaning attempts. Lube dripped down his limbs. 

All the while his jerking was making his plug move about. His rectum kept trying to squeeze out his plug. His canine penis was also bobbing about and his knot had come out as well. He huffed and whimpered in his gag. Swinging around with any attempt to stop at most changing his direction slightly or adding more momentum to the swing. All he could hear was the sound of his helpless paws squelching across the slick latex sheet. He was frantic the stop moving but his panic only increased the pressure on his plug. In panic he lifted up both paws up to try to rub them on any patch of dry fur he could find but both legs were sodden with thick greasy lube. The frantic rubbing only made slick slurping noises. He saw in the mirror lube dripping from his glossy paw pads also the red length of his shaft and bulbous knot. His penis was leaking it’s own lube now in the form of pre. His full weight bearing down on the ropes caused the harness to shove the plug painfully deep inside his tailhole. Making him stamp his paws back down onto the rubber sheet.

The consistent stimulation of his plug was driving him crazy. He screamed into his gag hoping for Otto to come back and cut him down. His red length was slick now as his pre dribbled down being spread around by his constant movement. Peter was lost to thought now and he just squirmed and twisted in the ropes. He legs just flailed around helplessly any hope of standing long forgotten. His movements were making his body bounce and swing.

The plug kept grinding over the sensitive spot in his ass as his insides squeezed it. The plug pressed into his g spot. His eye’s rolled back inside his head as he felt a rope of cum shoot out of his penis into the air. Soon it was followed by five more as his orgasm overtook his senses. His cum sloping onto the rubber sheet under him adding to the mess.

Peter couldn’t rest because the plug was still rubbing and pressing into his innards made extra sensitive from his recent orgasm. He senses were assaulted but the musky scent of his release. His paws kept sliding around the rubber sheet inevitably squelching into his thick cum adding to their slickness.

Peter didn’t notice the door open and that had Otto returned to the room until he saw the fox enter his field of view. Otto went over to the winch and cranked it down lowering the ropes. Peter still couldn’t find purchase on the messy sheet until he had enough slack in the ropes to fall to his knees. His lower legs sloping into the mix of cum and lube on the ground. “Oh dear someone's got slippery and something more from the smell” said Otto. “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t keep your paws clean. They’re so dirty now even covered in your own cum. I better get you cleaned up and tucked in for the night.” Otto continued.

The wolf was panting on his knees trying to catch his breath. Otto picked him up and half dragged / carried him to the restraint bed. He placed him into the restraint bed. Peter’s knot was still erect as the fox strapped him in. “Hmm… you’re still got that plug inside. I’ll have to remove it for you.” Otto said. First the fox unbuckled the harness and placed it back onto the treatment cart. Then the fox applied gentle but firm pressure to the butt plug pulling it free with a wet pop. Peter moaned at the removal of the plug but he was glad to be free of it.

The wolf’s anus was agape from the presence of plug. It would slowly contract back to it’s normal size with time. Otto added the plug to the treatment cart. “I’m going to place you back into the wheelchair. Doctor Gregory is drawing a bath for you so that we can give you a nice warm bath.” Otto said. Peter was too exhausted to resist so he was transferred back to the wheelchair without incident.

Peter was wheeled to a tiled room with a well sized bathtub in the center. The powerful deer-wolf keeled over was checking the temperature of the water with his hand paw. The deer-wolf looked up and said “Hello Peter. It’s time for your bath. I am going to take off your restraints. I know you won’t try anything but if you do...” Doctor Gregory stood up and flashed his white teeth “... I’ll just have to restrain you personally.” he finished.

The wolf’s ears flattened against his head and he tried to make himself as small as possible. The deer-wolf lumbered over and undid the buckle on his feeding gag and gently worked it free from the wolf's muzzle. Peter flexed his jaw it felt good to free from his gag. Otto came over and undid the strapping on the wheelchair. Doctor Gregory set about freeing Peter from his straitjacket. Once his straitjacket was removed the deer-wolf picked up the wolf. Peter felt the powerful arms of the deer-wolf reach under him and then effortlessly heft him into the air.

He carried him over to the bath and lowered him into the lovely warm water. Soon the wolf felt the gentle hand paws of his boyfriend Otto rub the messy fur of his legs under the water. The deer-wolf took a large plastic bowl dipped it into the bathwater to fill it and poured it over the wolf’s head and muzzle. 

The relaxing sensations of warm water being poured over his head and his messy fur being rubbed clean caused the wolf to let out a sigh. Otto pulled one of his boyfriend’s legs out of the bathwater he then proceeded to coat it with fur shampoo. He rubbed it into the fur starting at the top of the leg and worked his way down to his foot paw. Otto paid extra attention to the foot paw lovingly massaging the shampoo over each paw pad.

The deer-wolf was rubbing shampoo into the wolf’s chest his large hand paws had such strength behind them. Otto reluctantly stopped massaging his lover's paw pads and lowered the soapy leg back down into the bathwater. He rubbed the water through the soapy fur rinsing out all the soap.

Doctor Gregory transferred his hand paws to Peter’s back rubbing fur shampoo up and down covering him in a thick coat of soap. Otto retrieved the other leg from the water and repeated the shampooing process on that leg. The deer-wolf was now rinsing the soapy fur of Peter’s back and chest with the plastic bowl pouring water over his fur. Peter let out another sigh at such treatment.

Otto lifted his now clean leg out of the bath. He rested it on the side of the tub. The fox’s pointed muzzle pulled in close to its target. The target was Peter’s wet paw pads. The wolf felt the hot breath from his boyfriend flow over his paw. Otto’s mouth was watering as he took a long sniff of his wolf’s paw pad. Peter felt the cold nose of his boyfriend tickle his paw.

“Otto our patients sheath and balls need a clean do you want to do it or should I?” said Doctor Gregory. The fox didn’t answer because he was lost in the world of Peter’s paw pad he just huffed in a breath through his nose and licked his lips across his muzzle. The deer-wolf pulled in close to Peter and said “It looks like he’s a little busy.” Doctor Gregory moved one of his large hand paws lower until it was over the wolf’s balls. The wolf’s ball-sack was vulnerable due to having one of his legs over the edge of the bath. Otto ran his slick tongue over his boyfriend’s main paw pad moaning with pleasure.

The deer-wolf's massive hand paw tightened around Peter’s balls giving them a squeeze. Peter bit has lip suppressing a moan. He ear twitched as Doctor Gregory breathed into his ear as he said “Otto just loves your paws. I’m surprised that he could resist worshiping them for so long.” Peter’s balls were being gently kneaded by one of the deer-wolf's hand paws. Otto’s long fox tongue was lapping across his wolf’s paw enjoying the taste and texture.

Doctor Gregory’s hand paw now left the wolf's balls they had a new target. The deer-wolf spoke gently into the wolf’s twitching ear. “I bet that sheath is quite dirty from that masturbation session and your time spent in the ropes. I find the best way to clean a sheath is to put a finger inside a give that finger a good swirl around.“ Peter was panting from both his boyfriends’ and deer-wolf's attention.

As Otto was lapping at his paw one of Doctor Gregory’s plump fingers poked at the opening to Peter’s sheath. The bathwater kept the probing finger from being too uncomfortable. The finger slipped inside his sheath. Peter moaned loudly at the feeling of the finger’s paw pad rub across his sensitive flesh. The wolf squirmed as the deer-wolf circled his penis with his finger in his sheath. The deer-wolf's finger was held close to the his sensitive flesh by his tight sheath. Otto was now nuzzling his paw Peter felt his boyfriends wiry whiskers grinding against his pad. 

Doctor Gregory swirled his thick finger around in his sheath one last time before he withdrawing it from the tight space. “We’ve got to keep your sheath clean.” he said. Otto kissed Peter’s foot paw one last time before returning his leg to the bathwater. Otto’s muzzle was damp from where he had been rubbing it across Peter’s foot paw.

“Well Peter enjoy your first day of treatment?” Otto asked. Peter “Yeah it wasn't what I expected but It pushes my buttons.” Otto smiled revealing his sharp canine teeth. “That’s great my love. Perhaps tomorrow I could arrange some one-on-one care with Doctor Gregory and yourself.” Otto said. The deer-wolf just grinned and Peter whimpered. It was going to be a kinky weekend indeed.