M/m Quadrupedal gryphons, bondage, orgasm denial, consensual

	Mixed Emotions

	Keenath's body shivered softly as it always seemed to do when that last strap was tugged tight, despite the fact that he had already been helpless a considerable amount of time before it was even touched.  Few parts of him were spared, but then his mate knew how much he enjoyed being truly helpless, unable to squirm free, and Jerram sharing a mutual interest in keeping his mate bound at times helped the learning process along immensely.  They'd only been practicing bondage for months but Keenath was simultaneously very comfortable and very exposed without any way to do anything about it.

	His wings were furled up with individual harnesses of leather around them, keeping them strapped closed with no way to shake them free, a harness of larger scale around his body used as connection points to keep his wings even more immobile than necessary.  Cuffs of leather were cinched about each of his four ankles and once his legs had been spread out beyond shoulder width they were each attached in turn to rings that had been screwed into the rock, normally hidden beneath the mates' nesting material which was pushed to the side for now.  Another, smaller cuff was around his tail behind the leonine tuft at its end, the limb pulled to his left side along his body and attached by a short strap to the harness on his left wing, keeping it out of the way.

	A pulley system in the ceiling had three connections at the body-harness, one behind his neck and the other two on opposite sides of his haunches, keeping Keenath from being able to bend his knees and let his body drop to the floor.  A large, rigid collar was strapped about his neck, keeping him facing forward, and attached to it was a head-harness that included thick blinders that completely covered his eyes as well as a muzzle to keep his beak closed, useless except to speak muffledly through.  Sometimes thick cloth was stuffed into his beak before the muzzle was applied but the last few times he had been bound Keenath hadn't gotten that treatment; Jerram seemed to enjoy hearing his mate beg.

	"Jerram, I know I asked for this for a Hatching-day gift, but I was a bit too brave about it, really...  I mean, a month?  It's been less than two weeks and I can hardly take it anymore."  Jerram, the smaller of the two gryphons, stepped past his mate's haunches after his head was fully secured, then returned shortly with a cloth sack in his beak which he dropped at Keenath's side.

	"Now, now, I promised you that I would make you go through the whole month, and you know you'd be disgruntled with me and yourself later if I assented, little Keenyfluff."  Keenath blushed in his ears at the term, always assured to embarrass him into at least a momentary silence, Jerram using the time wisely.  He pulled a small quartz out of the sack with his agile talon and waved it near his mate's crotch, causing a secondary sheath of leather to appear covering the natural, fleshy one that had been visible moments before.  "I know these little sessions are awfully teasing for you, love, but the enchantment keeps the leather soft, resilient, clean, and waterproof, but can't keep you fresh underneath."  The device seemed skin-tight, a small hole at the tip useful for voiding waste, a strap leading from it to encircle Keenath's testes as a physical anchor to hold it on.

	The first stone was replaced with another, this one of obsidian, and its presence near the tube of leather caused it to split down its middle with a seam that wasn't there before, the strap releasing the bound gryphon's sac, causing the chastity toy to fall to the floor.  Keenath shivered softly and made a quiet sound in his throat, his now freed sheath swelling, his cocktip slipping free from it within moments and without any contact.  "But, you know we don't need to do this every day, and I never asked you to-"

	"Love, when you're to be my toy I am the one who decides what is and isn't necessary, and you wouldn't have it any other way.  Now let's get you aired out down here."  Just as prepared as he had been the last dozen times they'd done this, just as predictably but just as unavoidably, Jerram used a large fern leaf to wave back and forth, letting air sweep across Keenath's sheath and already mostly engorged shaft.  The larger, hapless gryphon's arousal was helped along as Jerram purposely let every fifth or so sweep of the leaf draw the tip across the length of Keenath's cock, sometimes from the base to the tip, other times for just fleeting fractions of a second.  Jerram did this more and more as time passed until he spent a solid five seconds caressing his mate's cock fully with it, something that was met with the creak of stressed leather and Keenath's quiet moan of frustration; nothing more substantial than a leaf had touched him there since he had first been given the chastity he'd begged for.

	That was hardly the worst of it, however.  The habit of the situation was part of the turn on for Keenath, the daily regimen, unable to be avoided, and Jerram played along with that quite well.  Just as he'd said each of the previous days he announced, "Now it's time to clean you inside-out."  This held a double-entendre, the first of which was obvious as Keenath's tailhole felt a lubricated device press up against it.  Gryphonic talons were ill suited for the delicate task of spreading a liquid upon a sphincter, even less so within, so the thin and slightly phallic device Jerram held was common among many lovers of their kind.  It was already slick on its outside and Keenath moaned, twisting his head weakly against his posture collar, as the Jerram purposely twisted it against his pucker and tenderly pushed a half-dozen times without letting it enter.  He suddenly inserted it, accompanied by Keenath's gasp, and then as he pulled it out it left behind a very liberal amount of lubrication.

	"P-please, love, is this... is this part really..."  Keenath trailed off, his cock throbbing underneath him, dribbling the first of his pre-cum without much bidding at all at this point of denial.  He dreaded this and yet he knew he loved it, hoping every day that his mate would give in and that his mate would be "crueler" still.

	"It's much too fun to give up, no matter if you can't enjoy it along with me, dear."  And at that he hopped up to perch his belly and chest on Keenath's back and haunches, situated comfortably between the two ropes that lead to the ceiling on either side of him.  Two gentle rolls of his hips and fidgets were fruitless and then his cocktip pressed directly against Keenath's tailhole, waiting there for but a moment.  After both the gryphons took another breath the light contact gave way to constant, gentle pressure, pushing insistently inward, Jerram's smaller frame not hindering his genital proportions enough to lessen the impact of his presence in his mate's ass.  Keenath found himself tensing his pucker now and then reflexively despite relaxing himself and being quite prepared for this to happen, his breath catching at random and his cock bobbing several times.

	Once fully seated, Jerram took the time to tense his own cock, feeling the responding ripples of muscular contraction and nipping softly at the tip of the bound tail. This interlude was momentary, ten seconds at most, and then without any further pause Jerram pulled himself out at a moderate pace.  Keenath took in a hissing breath and clenched down, a common reaction to this treatment, and Jerram responded in kind with a firm inward thrust and his forelimbs clutching around Keenath's hips.  The dominant gryphon's hips moved constantly now, taking up a rhythm that slowly grew in speed and intensity, the act of making his mate helpless and hearing him halfway begging in lust enough to spur Jerram on.

	If the two were mating for mutual satisfaction then Jerram's tail would be wrapped around his mate's cock and with even mild undulations would be enough to get Keenath off in conjunction with the mating.  In these circumstances, however, all Jerram did was lightly flick his tail tip along his mate's cock not unlike how the fern was used previously, glancing across it, sometimes bumping up against its side, playfully tickling at it and helping to make it bob and twitch.  Keenath was in a state of constant struggling now, moaning wordlessly, his legs taking turns twisting and jerking at the straps that held him helpless, his tail tugging uselessly to curl around his mate, his hips rocking as best he could to meet Jerram's thrusts in quite a hungry manner.  The secondary meaning of cleaning Keenath inside-out came from the fact that the bound gryphon was leaking quite a bit of pre, something that previous uses of the chastity device had shown took only days to start up.

	Jerram did not take too long to build himself up, thinking about how his lover could not build up to orgasm himself, and as he felt himself getting close at all he wrapped his tail around Keenath's balls, tugging at them lightly and randomly as he let his tail just wiggle how its own mind dictated.  His thrusting became erratic and harder, making Keenath whimper loudly as he knew that it was almost over, and then Jerram turned his head sideways, biting down onto the latter half of the posture collar, inarticulately vocalizing a mating call as his cock spasmed and sent a torrent of seed into his love's ass, hips twitching.  Keenath's hips, on the other hand, continued to rock back and forth fervently, desperate for more attention, and Jerram simply keeping his hips pressed forward constantly was enough to prevent any more friction.  Keenath had never orgasmed solely from being taken, and it was guessed at between the two that the month of denial might be the first time.

	A few moments after Jerram's cock twitched one last time he pulled out with a soft, wet sound and a quiet moan from Keenath, hopping down onto his forelimbs.  As he started to set up the last of the equipment, knowing what was to happen, Keenath begged.  "Oh, oh, please love, don't...  Don't leave me alone again, I need...  I need you, I need to cum, please let me cum!"

	"Of course you don't need to, love, we both know that this is just a test run for a longer period of time."  They hadn't discussed that before and Keenath shuddered, a spurt of pre launching from his cocktip as he tensed the entire rod; the thought obviously turned him on, a lot.  Jerram set a small wood base underneath his mate's crotch and then a small clamp built into it was used to secure the stiffer end of the previously wielded fern leaf.  Once released he watched as even a gentle breeze into their shared cave caused the leaf to gentle wiggle, individual sections of it wavering, and it teased itself all across Keenath's cock.  He immediately whimpered and began to hump at it fruitlessly, something he had started doing on the sixth day of denial.  "Have fun finishing your airing out, love, and when I come back I'll get you all chaste again!"

	Jerram stepped out of the cave and left Keenath to begging to his non-present mate, struggling firmly at times, seed running down from his pucker onto his balls, thrusting desperately at the air as the leaf he had as his sole contact did nothing but tease him more.  Little did Keenath know that Jerram had enchanted the leaf to increase the sensitivity of skin it touched so the gentle strokes, generally enough to be ignored, now became a constant source of neediness.  Jerram would wait an hour, just like the previous days, and then go back inside, take his mate all over again, tease him manually with the leaf for a few last minutes, and then relax for however long it took for his mate's shaft to retract to allow the chastity tube to be replaced.  The first part of Keenath's "alone time" was some of Jerram's favorite moments, waiting just outside and listening to the combination of begging and imploring whines, taking the time to consider what he would actually do on the last day of the month, Keenath's Hatching-day.

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Copyright Glee Silverwind 2006