Slickened Paws

By Silver Sheep

A grey wolf wearing a canvas straitjacket and purple boxers walked into the playroom. Wenzel Bardawulf looked around the playroom. It had a strange setup. Four green ropes were hanging out of holes in the ceiling. The rope setup was in front of a large full-length mirror built into the wall. Under the lines, a black latex sheet had been stretched across the floor and anchored into place. Against a wall was a table with two large teal coloured containers and a climbing harness on top of it. More alarming was canine style dildo placed on the same table. The blue fox Braxton walked into the room behind him.

“I've got something special planned for you today,” said his fox boyfriend.

Wenzel didn’t answer. He opted to gulp instead.

Braxton was wearing a pair of black slacks but no shirt. His blue chevron marking on his chest pointed downwards to his blue treasure or happy trail. The fox had a commanding presence. The dark blue fur of his markings contrasted with his bright white chest and belly fur. His bright green eyes were looking Wenzel up and down.

“That straitjacket suits you. I’m glad I picked it out for you,” said Braxton.

“T-thanks,” stammered Wenzel.

Braxton ran a hand paw through Wenzel's green mohawk. Wenzel let out a breath he had been holding. His fox turned his attention to his cheek and then finally stroked his grey goatee. Wenzel couldn't help but relax under this attention.

Braxton grasped the straps of the wolf’s straitjacket as he moved Wenzel towards the table. The wolf recognised that the toy was from his own toy box at home. Braxton motioned the wolf to bend forward. Wenzel bent forward. The gentle yet confident manner of his lover made him comply. Braxton hooked a thumb into the grey wolf's purple boxes before pulling them down. The wolf stepped out of his boxers, and the fox placed them on the table.

“See something familiar? I haven’t played with your ass in a while my dear,” Braxton said.

Wenzel flinched as he heard a snap behind him. The sound of a latex glove being stretched and a second snap reached the grey wolf's ears. Braxton came back into view. Now, his hand paws were gloved in pale blue medical gloves. The blue fox reached for one of the large teal coloured containers and unscrewed the cap. The contents turned out to be a transparent water-based lubricant.

Braxton dipped two of his digits into the lubricant before smearing them together to get an even coating. Returning behind Wenzel, he slid one slickened finger into his boyfriend’s anus. Wenzel had relaxed and was ready for the slick finger. Braxton's skilled finger got to work opening him up. Wenzel was no stranger to things in his ass, so when a second finger joined the first he was ready. Braxton's fingers gently probed and teased him open.

Braxton withdrew both fingers and said, “Now for something bigger.”

The blue fox scoped out some of the lube and liberally coated the canine dildo. He worked the lube over it making it glisten in the lights of the room. He returned behind Wenzel and slowly worked the tapered tip into his boyfriend’s ass. Wenzel exhaled as Braxton applied firm but gentle pressure to the toy. After some work, the knot near the base of the faux dog dong came into contact with Wenzel's stretching ring. Braxton worked the toy back and forth until Wenzel's body was relaxed enough to accept the knot. The fox drove the toy home, and Wenzel's anus closed around the base of its knot. All that was left outside his plugged ass was the backplate of the toy.

Braxton snapped off the gloves and placed them in a small bin under the table. He took the climbing harness from atop the table. The harness had four attachment points at even points around the waist strapping. The wolf suspected this had to do with the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. Wenzel brought himself to a standing position slowly mindful of his full rear. Braxton buckled the harness around his boyfriend’s waist and thighs. He was careful not to have the straps crush on his boyfriend's balls. Braxton gave the harness a tug to test it. Wenzel let out a sharp breath. The straps under his bottom pushed on his butt plug. Braxton held the harness and guided him over to the rope setup. Wenzel stepped onto the smooth black latex sheet. It felt cool under his paw pads.

Braxton attached the ropes to Wenzel's harness. The lines turned out the be elastic, like bungee cords. The harness felt tight around his waist, and it kept the dildo inside his rear. When he was finished, Braxton walked around to the front of his lover and gave him a brief canine kiss. The fox teased Wenzel's lips with a few licks of his tongue making his lips tingle.

Braxton went over to lever sticking out of the wall. Braxton pulled the red handle of the lever, and the ropes began to lose their slack as they got winched up into the ceiling. The electric motor hummed as more and more of the cables were pulled skyward. Soon standing flat on his paws felt uncomfortable with the elastic lines pulling on his harness which in turn pushed the toy deeper. As the ropes tightened, Wenzel felt an awkward pressure build on the plug in his ass. He raised his straitjacketed body up onto the toe pads of his paws to get some slack on the ropes. This worked but, he only barely felt comfortable balancing on his tiptoes. If the harness swung it affected the butt plug making it move in his ass. So he tried to stand as still as possible.

"That's a good wolf make yourself comfy," said Braxton.

Braxton switched the lever back to neutral stopping the cords from raising any higher. He returned to the table and grabbed the open teal bottle. The fox walked up behind Wenzel. He laid down prone behind him and took in the sight of Wenzel’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 pale pink pads contrasting with the glossy black latex. Wenzel was standing awkwardly on the toe pads of his paws trying to hold stay still. Braxton had a great view of the central pad of both of Wenzel’s paws.

“You have beautiful paws my sweet. You look after them quite well,” said Braxton.

The fox was right he had recently trimmed his green claws, and he kept his fur trimmed around the paw pads. Wenzel had a secret thing for having his paws worshipped, so he made sure they were inviting. Braxton hadn't expressed an interest in his paws before. Was this a new side of the fox?

Braxton squeezed/poured some of the contents of the lubricant bottle on the rubber sheet to the right of where his boyfriend was standing. The container oozed out slick transparent lube. Wenzel saw a large dollop of lube glisten in the reflection on the large mirror. Braxton squeezed more lube to the left of his boyfriends straining paws and repeated the process to the front and rear of his lover.

“It’s time to have some slick fun my darling,” Braxton said.

Wenzel 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 come into contact with the stuff. He couldn’t have his legs open wide to avoid the lube dollops because it would put too much tension on the ropes. He had to keep his legs together and stand on his toe pads to keep the toy from grinding into his tail hole.

Braxton carefully squeezed a smaller dollop of lube on the rubber sheet just under the ball each of Wenzel’s straining paws, but he was careful to get any lube on the actual paws themselves. If Wenzel wanted to rest his paws flat, they would smoosh into lube. Braxton returned to an upright position.

“Alright Wenzel, your goal here is to keep your paws clean. Slickened paws will make life quite difficult for you. I'll be in the next room keeping an eye on you,” Braxton said with a smirk.

Braxton left the playroom shutting the door behind him. Wenzel was trapped. He didn’t want to bounce around with a canine toy tightly stuffed inside his tail hole. He tried to stand still, but his paws were beginning to hurt from their unnatural position. His reflection was taunting him in the mirror. He was a helplessly bond grey wolf at Braxton’s mercy.

Trapped in his uncomfortable position Wenzel was thinking of how to avoid the slimy dollops of lube Braxton had placed directly under the balls of each his paws. 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 lines. 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 Braxton was watching his torment behind it. It felt good to flex his paw and splay open his toes after being in such a strained position. This had helped a bit so after carefully placing his paw back into the position he repeated the process with his left paw splaying and stretching his toes easing the ache in them.

Wenzel 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 attempt 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.

Sometime 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 into the lubricant. 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 held 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 central 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 off 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 shin. He pressed his pads into his dry fur which easily soaked up the greasy lube. He observed in the mirror the slippery 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 than 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 manoeuvred his right paw smearing the slimy lube into the dry leg fur of his left shin. It was challenging to balance straitjacketed, but his stuffed tail hole provided motivation. So far so good. The break he gave his foot paws worked in easing off the pressure. A few minutes later 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 light pink 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. He let out a gasp. Wenzel 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 shin. He could feel the greasy slick lube in his leg fur, but he still had to try. He was breathing deeply as he tried to clean his paw in his messy fur all that seemed to do was spread around the lube coating his light pink 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 shin. 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 stay 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. Wenzel squirmed as his slick paw kept sliding. He observed the pinkish 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 its 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 were making the plug rub across his insides. He let out a defeated groan. His penis was becoming erect now and was a distraction on its own.

Wenzel's knew he was in deep trouble now because his paws were now caked in lubricant and just helplessly slid across the glossy black rubber. As he desperately tried to stop sliding more lube was spread around by his wet paws. Soon the room was filled with the sound of his panting and the slurping of his greasy paws across the rubber sheet. He saw in his reflection that his wolf cock 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 harder to stop moving.

He kept moaning loudly as he squirmed in the straitjacket. He became more frantic if his efforts to stop his dildo from moving around. His paws, now 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 back latex was glossy from the coating as Wenzel's paws had spread the 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 both his legs were wet and matted from his desperate cleaning attempts. Lube dripped down his lower limbs.

All the while his jerking was making his toy move about. His rectum kept trying to squeeze out the toy's knot. His canine penis was also bobbing about, and his knot had come out as well. He huffed and whimpered. 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 alarm, he lifted up both paws up to try to rub them on any patch of dry fur he could find, this only made sure every last piece of his leg fur was soaked in the slimy lube.

With both legs saturated with thick greasy lube, the frantic rubbing only made slick slurping noises. Wenzel saw in the mirror that lube dripping from his glossy paw pads. The pinkish red length of his penis and bulbous knot displaying his excitement. His penis was leaking its own natural 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 tail hole. Making him stamp his paws back down onto the rubber sheet.

The consistent stimulation of his plug was driving him crazy. He screamed out. His red rocket was slick now as his pre dribbled down being spread around by his constant movement. Wenzel 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. He moaned, gasped and whimpered.

The plug kept grinding over the sensitive spot in his ass as his insides squeezed it. The plug pressed into his g spot. Wenzel’s eyes 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 overcame his senses. His cum sloping onto the rubber sheet under him adding to the mess.

Wenzel 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.

Wenzel didn’t notice the door open, and that had Braxton returned to the room until he saw the fox enter his field of view. Braxton went over to the lever and switched it down. It began to lower the ropes. Wenzel still couldn’t find purchase on the messy sheet until he had enough slack in the cables 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. I warned you what would happen if you didn’t keep your paws clean. They’re so dirty. I better get you cleaned up,” said Braxton.

The wolf was panting sitting on his knees trying to catch his breath. Braxton picked him up, and half dragged/carried him to the table. He placed his torso across the table so that it held up his weight. Wenzel’s knot was still erect as the fox unstrapped his harness.

“I'm going to tackle your harness and remove that toy first,” said Braxton.

First, the fox unbuckled the harness and placed it back onto the table. Then the fox applied gentle but firm pressure to the butt plug pulling it free. The knot made a wet pop and Wenzel moaned at the removal of the dildo. The rest slid out easily. Braxton added the well-used toy to the table.

The wolf’s anus was agape from the presence of the toy. It would slowly contract back to its standard size with time. Braxton guided Wenzel to his knees and began unstrapping his straitjacket. The exhausted wolf had caught his breath by the time his arms were unstrapped. The fox worked the straitjacket form his lover's body.

Throwing the jacket to the floor Braxton scooped up Wenzel and carried him bridal style out of the playroom. Wenzel's cheeks reddened even under his fur.

"I'll run you a hot bath, dal. I hope you had fun," cooed Braxton.