Sex Scene: Light Bondage

I wrote this story two years ago. I guess it’s not so much a story as a couple of short scenes. The characters are from a table top game I was in around the time. The demon character was mine and the werewolf character is his NPC husband. Since the game fleshed out their relationship I used them to practice writing sex scenes since I don’t have to build up the characters in my mind.

Think of this as an artists sketch sheet. you might see actions like those depicted here in my other stories in the future.


The red-skinned demon silently slipped through the bedroom door. His bare feet only made the slightest patter as he crossed the hardwood floor to the bed where his husband was sleeping. The naked werewolf was sprawled across the bed. He was a heavy sleeper, especially so when he chose to sleep in. Dr. John Dee Whalen smiled mischievously as he ducked into the closet.

Once inside, he set down the small bag he was carrying and stripped off his clothes. After carefully returning them to their wooden hangers, he peaked back in the bedroom. The brown furry mass on the bed remained unchanged. John stood naked in the doorway of his closet for a moment. He watched the chest of his husband rise and fall. After a few more moments, he stepping back into the closet.

Back in the closet, he turned his attention to the columns of drawers. Specifically, he turned his attention to the third drawer from the top, on the left side. This drawer was only ever opened on special occasions. The drawer screeched as he slowly pulled it open. The demon froze.

He listened for a long moment. The sleeping werewolf didn’t shift, or make any sounds indicating he had stirred from his slumber. John returned his attention to the drawer. He finished opening it without making any more noise. A sly smiled stretched across his face as he surveyed the drawer’s contents.

Inside were a few intimate garments. These were accompanied by a slightly immodest amount of marital aids and other such devices. The collection ranged from the mundane to the more exotic. The demon blushed. Seeing them all in one place like this always made him blush.

He gingerly withdrew one of the garments, a mesh pair of trunks. He liked how he looked in them, and he knew for certain his husband liked how he looked in them. The trunks tickled his legs as he pulled them on. When skimpy waistband reached his snake-tail he guided its head through the bigger hole crafted in the back for it. It slithered through happily.

The snake was basically an extension of his subconscious. It was equally as excited for what John was about to do to his husband. He hiked the mesh trunks up the last inch. Then he reached back into the drawer and removed a leather chest harness.

The harness was nothing special. Just four leather bands and black metal rings. He pulled it over his head and adjusted it so one of the rings sat in the middle of his chest. He knew his husband like having something to grab on to. Given his plans for the werewolf, wearing the harness would be a good way to tease him.

John looked down and admired himself for a moment. He smiled, noticing he was starting to become aroused.

“Down boy,” he whispered, giving his own ass a slap in the process.

John Whalen never felt ashamed for feeling sexy. He playfully scooped up the small bag he had set down earlier. Then he strode silently back into the bedroom. There he set the bag on the foot of the bed and carefully removed its contents. When he was done, there were four padded leather restrains laid out neatly next to his husband.

He worked quickly, starting with the werewolf’s legs. Knowing that his husbands paw pads were… sensitive, he figured it would be safer to get them out of the way first. He secured each to a post on the footboard. After that, he moved on to his arms. The first one was easy. The second one was more difficult. Alistar usually slept with one hand behind his head. Today it was his left.

The demon had a devious plan to get him move it though. He carefully crept to the midpoint of the bed. With a nimble hand, he reached down and tickled his husband’s balls. John spent a few seconds running his fingers through the short fur he found there. The werewolf began to rouse. He moved the giant brown paw from behind his head. John quickly withdrew his hand. The werewolf slid the free paw down his body and briefly scratched the furry orbs. John smiled.

Once the werewolf was done itching himself, he attempted to roll to one side. The restraints held him. John held his breath. The werewolf did not try a second time. John waited a minute until Alistar’s breathing let him know he was once again fully asleep. He then bound his husband’s remaining arm.

John walked to the foot of the bed. He took in the sight before him. His sleeping, naked husband, bound to the bed. His heart rate increased, as he visually inspected the werewolf’s toned body. The demon smiled, licking his lips when he saw the pink tip poking from his husband’s sheath.  He couldn’t wait to straddle and wake the furry beast.

He bent back down to the bag on the floor. He found it to be empty, which came as a surprise. Puzzled, he searched the area around the bed. He was certain in his early morning shopping trip he remembered to buy lube. After searching for a few more moments he was certain it wasn’t there. It wasn’t like a bottle of knot grease was easy to miss.

“Shit,” John muttered, realizing the bottle must have rolled out of bag in the car.

He stood back up, adjusted the leather harness, and silently escaped the bedroom. Once in the hallway he softly pulled the door closed. He winced when the latch made a quiet click. He hadn’t intended to close it completely.

The scantily clad demon hurried through the house to the front door. he pushed through the door, into the bright morning sun. There was little chance anyone would see him, not that it mattered to him. If someone saw him hopefully they liked the show. It wasn’t like his trunks covered much, or anything for that matter.

***

The sound of the door latching closed stirred Alistar from his slumber. His first instinct was to roll over and fall back asleep. When he tried to move though, he found his body resisted him. Frantically, the werewolf looked side to side. He quickly discovered he was bound to his bed.

“John,” he called out to no answer.

Panic began to set in. With his husband nowhere to be heard, he came to the conclusion someone had broken into his home, tied him to his bed, and done who knows what with his husband. For obvious reasons, each of them had their various enemies.

The wolf tugged on his restraints. He didn’t know what was going on but he sure as hell was going to find out. The first several tugs did nothing. The restraints weren’t coming loose. The werewolf’s ears twitched when he heard the front door open.

Alistar laid silent for a moment. He was trying to figure out if people were coming or going. The sound of a car door opening in the driveway solidified his decision. With a loud growl the werewolf heaved on his restraints. The wood splintered as the bed broke apart.

***

His SUV was parked in front of the garage. He savored the warm feeling of the flagstone driveway against his bare feet. He opened the car door and began looking around. It took less than a minute locate the jar of knot grease. The sly smile returned to his face.

He gave the bottle a playful toss before closing the car door and heading back into the house. As he neared the house, he became more and more excited. His heartrate increased. As he climbed the few steps to the door, he noticed his trunks were tight. He looked down and smiled. This was going to be fun.

Without any more regard for stealth he pushed open the door to his home. He crossed the threshold with a spring in his step. His pace increased as he rounded the corner into the great room. The demon froze.

***

The werewolf didn’t bother undoing the restraints. He charged from the bedroom, dislodging the top hinge on the door in the process. He grabbed the bed posts hanging from his wrists in order to keep them from smacking against his body. He figured in a pinch he could hit someone with them. He let the posts tied to his legs drag behind.

When Alistar reached the staircase, he leaped down it in two jumps. His ears picked up the sound of someone opening the front door. He tensed his grip on the wooden posts in his paws. The sound of footsteps in the entryway betrayed the intruder in his home. He lifted a post. He quickly crossed the hall and entered the great room.

“What are you doing?” John asked frantically.

Alistar stood bewildered in front of him. The werewolf’s jaw went slack. He stood motionless holding the bed posts firmly in both paws. John could tell Alistar was panicked.

“What’s wrong?” John asked with concern.

“I I I…” the werewolf stammered, “I thought someone had come for you.”

“Why would you think that?” The demon asked, suppressing a chuckle.

“I don’t know, I woke up tied to a bed, you were—“ He stared at the demon, then a small smile broke across his muzzle. “Why are you wearing your rough sex outfit?”

“Probably for the same reason you woke up tied to our bed.” John paused. “I’m going to guess that it isn’t in usable condition anymore.”

Alistar shrugged. “I was worried someone hurt you. So maybe I panicked a bit.”

“A bit?” The demon openly laughed.

“Okay, I panicked a lot.” Alistar replied with a chuckle.

The demon walked across the room to his husband. He placed a warm hand on the werewolf’s belly as he began undoing the restraints. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“What gave you the idea to tie me up like that any way?”

“You joked about waking up tied down and straddled last week, it sounded fun. I figured it would be a great way to start your Saturday.”

“It probably would have been, if you hadn’t managed to scare the shit out of me instead.”

The demon grabbed his naked husband’s balls. “I have a way to make it up to you.”

“How?” The werewolf asked.

“How about you do me over the back of the couch while we eat last night’s cold pizza.” The demon gave his husband a tickle.

“I love you,” Alistar moaned.

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