Escalation (art3mis & Wabisuke)
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				Title: <strong>Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 00:47:28</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Simon (NSFW)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/kjWorsLl.jpg)</div></div><br>Though he had just started his Summer break and should have been enjoying his time off after his grueling Junior year of college, Simon's head was heavy with worry. He was back in his home town for the first time in years, staying with his Aunt in her modest apartment. His parents had split up and gone their own ways, and he had no desire at all to contact either of them. But he needed money. Desperately. And he didn't know how he was going to get it. <br><br>Simon was a furry, which marked him as a minority distrusted and misunderstood by many. Even worse, he was a skunk. And despite the fact that skunk furries couldn't actually spray a stink cloud if they wanted to -- and Simon took care to ensure he always smelled clean and nice, regardless -- that didn't stop the teasing. And the raised eyebrows. And the dirty looks.<br><br>If he could just finish his business degree, he knew he would be a success. He had never been big or strong or confident, but he was smart and adaptable. With a full degree, he knew he would be able to make a life for himself.<br><br>But right now, as he sat drinking alone in a bar in his home town, Simon didn't know how he was going to make it happen. He had no money for tuition next year. None at all. He'd struggled through some part time jobs in the past, but few places would hire a furry, and those that did usually didn't pay well. It wasn't a solution. He'd survived this far on loans, but now that option had tried up too...and all he was left with was a terrifying looming debt. <br><br>Simon sighed and ordered another drink. His small frame didn't handle alcohol well, but right now he didn't care. He was only 5'2" and slender, with a body covered in soft black and white fur and a bushy tale that caused him no end of embarrassment and frustration. Right now he was wearing a button-up red shirt and a pair of stylish dark jeans, with a strategic hole cut out to allow that tail to burst free and curl around the stool beneath him. <br><br>What in the world was he going to do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 01:36:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Escha</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/6e/01/20/6e012073543928d194354136a7495674.jpg)</div></div><br>Escha downed his sixth shot of the night, his lips twisting slightly at the taste of the bar's well whiskey. From the way he was dressed, it was obvious that he could afford to go to a nicer bar, or at the very least, drink better booze. A child of wealth and opportunity, Escha didn't even finish his degree before he started work as an "executive clerk" at a pharmaceutical company that some relative or family friend owned. He spent his days doing nearly nothing for a nearly obscene amount of money, and spent his nights drinking. <br><br>He picked this bar in particular because of habit. This was the bar he had been snuck drinks and cigarettes out of in the folly of his youth. The business world was all about scattered, detached relationships. Here was perhaps the place that felt most like home to Escha. <br><br>He spent his nights drinking out of boredom. The fiery ambition he wore so excitedly on his first day of work was quickly extinguished by a system that didn't need or acknowledge him. The information he needed to even begin was hidden in the sludge of a megacorporation's paperwork. There was no place he could find to start. He had been groomed his entire life for a position like this, but found that once he had obtained it, there wasn't anything left for him to do. The women arranged for him to meet were all plastic and horrible. He was a man of infinite means, but no ends. This was not a problem he was trained to solve. <br><br>The only comfort he could find was in the stale liquor of his favorite dive bar. Something caused him to look up from his drink, perhaps a kind of sorrow-magnetism shared between people trying to drink some sense into life. He recognized the fluffy tail of an old acquaintance of his; someone that he remembered for being unique amidst a sea of vanilla, though he didn't remember his eyes following the curves of the furry's body the way they did tonight. <em>A change up. Thank God. Maybe this could be entertaining</em> He thought to himself, managing to stumble off of his stool and move towards Simon, gesturing for the bartender to pour a drink for each of them. "Simon! You ol' skunk you! How've you been?" His speech, though slurred, had a strangely brash yet intimate quality to it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 02:30:32</strong>
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				Simon was visibly startled by Escha's greeting, and stared with wide hazel eyes for a moment before recognition flickered across his face. "Oh! H-hey! Sorry, you spooked me. Nice to see you Escha." <br><br>Though he hadn't seen him in years, Simon remembered Escha well. They had crossed paths a few times back in high school, though they hadn't been close. They had very much run in different social circles -- furries had to keep to themselves for the most part due to peer pressure. But they had shared several classes, and occasionally even worked together on projects. Unlike many of the students, Escha had never been rude to Simon. Or at least, not any ruder than the wealthy, popular young man had been to anyone else. <br><br>"Thanks so much," Simon said to both the bartender and Escha when their drinks arrived -- another cranberry vodka for the furry. This one would definitely push him past the amount he normally drank, and he was already feeling more than a little buzzed, but if Escha was buying, well...<br><br>Sipping his drink, Simon soon fell into easy conversation with Escha, chatting about what they had each been up to. He wasn't able to talk for long, though, before it became impossible to avoid the look of concern on his face, and he the tension in his voice. <br><br>"Yeah, I've run into some...some money troubles," he said, his face tinting pink beneath the white fur on his cheeks. He ran his fingers through the thick, luxuriously soft fur that cascaded off his head and down his back -- it mimicked his tail in many ways, and grew so fast he had eventually given up trying to keep it short. "I don't want to burden you with my problems, but it's hard for me to think about much else right now, to tell you the truth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 22:18:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Now that," Escha said into his glass, "Is so much bullshit."&nbsp; Escha was never really able to understand how other people viewed money. He understood that it was necessary for survival, sure, and most people wanted more of it for a fractional increase in comfort, but he firmly believed that the vast majority of people had no idea what to do with their lives once they had enough to survive. The things that you plan to do "once you can afford it" begin as goals, fade into dreams, and are ultimately forgotten as memories. The price of money was identity. To gain the world, but to lose yourself. Escha was trying to buy himself back, one shot at a time. Entire evenings spent for a glimpse of his reflection in the bottom of a dirty glass. <br><br>The frustration began venting itself. He rocked his hips to one side, pulling his sleek wallet out of his back pocket. "Money is the problem <em>Simon</em>. Never solves shit." He preached, plucking a few hundred dollar bills out of the fold. "Hey, Rico, you got problems right?" He slurred at the barkeep. "You know it," Rico responded, drying a glass with a rag. Escha put three hundred dollars down on the bar and pushed them towards Rico. "How about now? That fix any long term problems?" Escha slurred again. Rico blinked, tucking the money into his back pocket. "Uuh. I guess not? Sure takes some sting off of the short term," Rico replied. Escha pulled out another handful of hundreds, distributing a small fortune between the other patrons, along with fractured bits of his sermon. "This make things better? Satisfy you? Can you rest in peace now that you have money? No?"<br><br>He plopped back down in his stool, turning to face Simon. "Money is stupid. I could pay you a thousand dollars a day for you to be my <em>maid</em> for chrissake, and life would still find a way to twist you up. You gotta fix the thing <em>behind</em> the money shit", he stole an ungraceful, drunken glance at Simon's shapely butt when "behind" rolled off of his tongue, surprising himself by his attraction to another man. "G-damn, you're pretty like a girl. Fuck. I'm drunk. I mean that thing about being a maid though, it don't matter what the fuck you're doin' if you're just doin' it for money. Don't just do shit for the money. You gotta figure out who you are, or you'll be like me." There was a sadness in Esca's eyes. His gaze lingered on Simon's lips for a moment, then he passed out, head bouncing once against the bar.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 09:14:14</strong>
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				Simon nodded along in agreement with Escha's drunken rambling, but when the furry saw his old classmate pull out several hundred dollars and casually hand it over to the bartender, his eyes went wide and he nearly choked on his drink. Before he could compose himself enough to speak, Escha had turned to him and - quite obviously - checked him out, told him he was pretty, then passed out. <br><br>Simon sat there stunned, his tail twitching nervously. He didn't know how to deal with what had just happened. He was too drunk for this. And now he was blushing beneath his fur. He'd always been small and slender for a guy, with wide hips and a prominent, rounded rear beneath his tail, but that didn't make him a girl! <br><br>There was no time for that now, though. He had to focus. Escha had so much. He was so casual with his money. It would be a little embarrassing to ask him for help, sure... But what an opportunity! <br><br>"Escha," Simon said, placing his hand on the man's shoulder and squeezing, then shaking gently. "Wake up man. Please. I've got to ask you... I mean... Maybe we could... I don't know... It's just... I need money, man." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 19:20:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Escha let out a light groan, and then a few small laughs. "Mmm...a deal...sure. Thousand a day, starting now." He fumbled for his wallet, pushing it into Simon's hands. "You take this, that makes you my <em>maid</em>, you know?" His lips curved into a teasing smile. At the surface of his mind, he knew it was all a joke, but a joke that had arisen from something deeper. His confused attraction to Simon had begun back in high school, and he'd had no idea how to deal with it. His loneliness was a slightly more recent affair. Now that he was presented with the very shadow of a solution to both, instinct said he had to seize it, however possible. <br><br>His wallet was now mostly empty, only a few hundreds remained. He nodded for Simon to take them. "Pay you tomorrow. Use that to buy a uniform. Can't be a maid without uniform," He laughed again, almost a giggle. "Take me home. Too much drink in me. Get me out of here, <em>maid</em>.." The room was spinning, but not as fast as it had when he passed out. He was able to steady himself against the bar, watching Simon carefully, entranced by his exotic beauty. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 01:23:00</strong>
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				Simon's eyes and mouth both opened wide at Escha's quick, eager agreement. His furry hands trembled as he took his old friend's wallet. His ears were twitching and ringing, and he barely heard what Escha was saying at first. <br><br>"Hah...hahaha," Simon said weakly, laughing at what he assumed was a shared joke. But the moment hung there, and Escha nodded for him to take the money from the wallet. Simon hesitated...but then took it. His heart was pounding in his chest.<br><br>"S-sure," he stuttered at Escha's insistence that he help him to leave. He stood up -- more than a little drunk himself, but better off than Escha -- and provided his arm and shoulder to support the much larger and heavier man. Then he did his best to guide his friend outside while he quickly called for a car on his cell phone.<br><br>"Um...thanks so much man, really, I mean it. This is...this is amazing. Too good to be true," Simon was sweating a little, his soft and slender, fur-covered body pressed firmly against Escha's. "What, um...what do you mean by a...a uniform?" <br><br>The car arrived, and Simon got in the backseat with Escha without thinking twice. He got Escha's address out of the drunk man after a couple of tries, and provided it to the driver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>05-01-2016, 08:06:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Escha enjoyed the soft, warm feeling of Simon's body next to his. In the sober moments that came and popped like tiny bubbles, he noticed Simon's pleasing scent, and told himself it was purely an accident when his palm gently bounced against the furry's ass as they wandered out on to the side walk. <br><br>The brisk night air sobered him up slightly, and when Simon asked what he meant by the uniform, he became aware of the job he had drunkenly offered his old school mate. He couldn't back down, his bravado wouldn't allow him to look awkward, even to someone he hadn't seen in years. Or maybe that's just what he told himself. Deep down, in a place he didn't quite know how to face directly, he was afraid of his attraction to another male. Even one as cute as Simon. <br><br>The wheels and gears in his mind tried to spin swiftly, but the booze had gunked up the works. All he could think of to do was to try and make the job less appealing. Surely no self respecting dude would wear a French Maid outfit and clean some jerks house, right? And somewhere deep inside of him, a small voice said, "and if Simon would, that wouldn't be so bad, right?"<br><br>He took a deep, drunk breath, puffed out his chest, and managed to say, "You know, black and white, with the frills and the leggings and the skirt? Haha, I mean, if you're not willing to do that, maybe we should just call the whole thing off. If you're not serious about this job, that is."<br><br>There it was. His level best at trying to say it was a joke. He felt confused. He should feel awkward. He should feel like he failed. Instead, there were butterflies in his stomach. There was only so much longer he could deny his own desire.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 03:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/uOa1ASA.png?2) </div> In the tight, humid confines of the backseat of the car, the nervous furry's plush tail was the only barrier between him and his drunken friend -- and of course the tail was part of him, and was just as sensitive as the rest of his furry skin. <br><br>He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was all happening way, WAY too fast. A job that paid more than he had ever expected -- more than most furries EVER made -- had fallen into his lap. But...oh god, but...<br><br>How far was he willing to go? <br><br>Escha pushed it further, being explicit about the uniform he wanted Simon to wear. The furry gulped nervously, his eyes wide. He was blushing a bright pink beneath the white fur on his cheeks. <br><br>"F-fine, I guess. No big deal. I mean...if that's what you want. I'll do it." Simon turned his face away from Escha, his heart pounding in his chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 03:53:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Escha felt his stomach turn, and for a second thought it was nausea, but it was the feeling of his tense excitement turning into a cold, longing anticipation. He didn't seem to register that his attempt at wriggling out of the situation had failed. Now that his offer had been accepted, perhaps it was alright for Escha to acknowledge his attraction to Simon, at least privately. <br><br>He shifted in the seat, positioning himself to steal a few glances at Simon, who was now facing away. With the furry's attention elsewhere, Escha's eyes once again moved up and down the curves of Simon's body. A lustful streak of heat flared in Escha's core, something he hadn't felt in quite some time. He looked at Simon's fluffy tail, and couldn't help himself, even though he knew he shouldn't touch it. He gently stroked the tip of it, slowly twisting a finger in the soft fur. He swallowed hard, pulling his hand back quickly. He knew that if he tried something know, he would foul it up something fierce. "Uh, sorry, I thought I saw a spider" he said lamely, staring out of his own window, hoping his face wasn't any redder than it had been at the bar. <br><br>The car pulled into Escha's driveway, and he let out a small sigh of relief. "Okay, be here at 7:00 tomorrow night." By now the picture he had imagined of Simon in a skimpy maid outfit was seared into his mind. He had to see it. If he showed up in sweatpants and a sweater, this whole endeavor would be ruined. He was unable to hide the lustful look in his eyes when he turned to face Simon, feeling like each lurid detail of his fantasy was somehow projecting themselves out of his retina. "And if I don't like your uniform, you're fired." His voice was a husky growl, hostile towards the very idea of disappointment. <br><br>It had started out as mostly a joke, but Escha had hired himself a maid, despite the fact that he didn't really need one. So, if he was going to have a maid, he was going to make sure he enjoyed it. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 17:04:34</strong>
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				Simon was so distracted by his swirling thoughts that he didn't notice Escha touching his tail at first. By the time the furry turned his head sharply to look, the moment was over -- but the shivering feelings the man's touch had stirred lasted a long time. <br><br>At last, they arrived at Escha's home. Good. Finally. Simon needed some time to think. He watched as Escha got out of the car, shocked by what he saw on his friend's face. Was that...lust in his expression? No, that couldn't be it. He was just drunk...right?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "And if I don't like your uniform, you're fired."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"R-right," Simon said, sitting back with a weak wave. He gave the driver the address of his aunt's place where he was staying and they drove on in silence. After a while, Simon realized he was clutching the cash Escha had given him firmly in his hand, squeezing it as if holding on for dear life.<br><br>Which maybe wasn't that far from the truth. <br><br><hr><br>Simon spent most of the next day torn between his dignity and his need. He alternated between being certain he was going to tell Escha "No way" and feeling excited about the cash, and willing to do whatever it took to get more of it. Even as he shopped for his "uniform" at a local costume place he wasn't sure he would go through with it. He spent hours trying to find SOMETHING that would fulfill Escha's requirements without being too humiliating...but it was hopeless. <br><br>In the end, Simon decided that the uniform was a test he just needed to pass. If he showed up in anything that looked like he was trying to weasel his way out of it, Escha might fire him right there. If he went all-out though...maybe Escha would just laugh it off and give him some real clothes?<br><br>That's how Simon ended up dressed like a wet dream of a French maid on Escha's doorstep. He had worn an overcoat over the whole affair on the ride over, but left it in his car and now stood fully revealed as he rang the doorbell. His heart was pounding. His tail was twitching. His face was on fire with a blush. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 19:49:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Escha had been waiting at the door for Simon's arrival, but he didn't answer the door when the bell rang. Instead, he watched Simon through the digital peep hole, finishing the last of the whiskey in the small glass in his hand. He enjoyed watching the furry squirm nervously on his porch. He stood there for almost fifteen minutes, just marveling at this cross-dressed creature. His attraction to Simon had been warped the previous night by his drunken stupor into a nebula of feelings and vague desires, but as he watched him stand there, a want crystallized in his mind and fell into the center of his attention: <em>I want to give Simon a spanking.</em> A possible goal post for the evening, though Escha doubted he would be able to do more than just look today. <br><br>Eventually, the door did swing open. He greeted Simon with a friendly smile, ushering him into the house. He gave his new maid a quick tour: bedroom, living room, dining room, bathroom, indoor pool. The tour ended in front of a heavy, ornate oak door that looked very out of place among the relatively modern design of the rest of the house. "And this, well, you don't need to know what this room is. Keep the door looking nice, but don't go in there." He said seriously enough to drive the&nbsp; point home. <br><br>He was about to send Simon off to work when curiosity got the best of him. He instructed Simon to spin, so he could have a good look at his uniform. "Very well done. You certainly look the part, but I have to wonder how...authentic you chose to be. C'mon, lift that skirt up for just a second. It'll be good for a laugh." He said, feeling dangerous. He wondered if, in some alternate universe where this was all some innocent joke, if he wasn't just a predator, if he would ever say something as bold as that. He shrugged off the thought, and waited.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 21:16:49</strong>
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				The moments stretched by in embarrassing agony for Simon. He knocked and rang the bell again, growing more and more nervous. Was Escha not home? Was this all some kind of prank? Simon's furry hands fiddled with the edge of his skirt awkwardly, trying once more to tug it down lower to provide more coverage. Why was it so short and poofy? And why didn't they make these things for furries? <br><br>The skirt wasn't designed to be worn with a tail at all, and despite his best efforts Simon had been unable to figure out a way to keep his soft, bushy rear appendage from simply lifting up the rear of the skirt, so his panty-covered ass was almost totally exposed at all times. He would just have to make sure his tail was hanging down properly, to hide it...<br><br>His heart jumped into his throat when, finally, the door opened. There was Escha, greeting him with a smile. Simon offered a weak smile back, hurrying into the house, grateful to be off the porch. "Th-thanks Escha," he said softly.<br><br>He was too nervous to really pay attention during most of the tour, though he was struck by how nice Escha's house was. Obviously, the money ran deep. No wonder he was so generous with it.<br><br>The mysterious heavy oak door caught Simon's eye, but he wasn't about to ask about it now. He was curious though, so he made a note to investigate further if he actually ended up going through with all this and cleaning on a regular basis. <br><br>Simon blushed immensely when Simon told him to spin, but he couldn't exactly refused. He turned around shyly, showing off the authentic French maid outfit he was wearing. A tiny black dress of delicate fabric, trimmed with white lace accents and an apron. A bonnet resting on his soft hair. Stockings on his legs, as instructed. Even black heels on his feet -- though they were low and practical and borrowed from his aunt. Low as they were, they already hurt his feet and made walking a challenge. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You certainly look the part, but I have to wonder how...authentic you chose to be. C'mon, lift that skirt up for just a second. It'll be good for a laugh."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh god," Simon said softly, his embarrassment growing by the moment. When Escha didn't laugh off the request, it became clear he was serious. Simon hesitated, his hands on the edge of the skirt, his fingers trembling. He tried and failed to think of some excuse...and so then bit his lip and quickly lifted the skirt, giving Escha a glimpse of the white silk and lace panties he wore. They were a little snug thanks to his plump rear end, but for the first time in his life Simon was actually grateful he wasn't very well endowed. His manhood made a small bulge in the front that he hurriedly covered by dropping his skirt once more.<br><br>"Satisfied?" he asked in a small voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 22:10:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Incredibly," Escha replied, something dangerous in his eye. "Well, I'll leave you to your work. I'll be in the study if you need anything." And with that, he left Simon mostly alone. Any time Simon was within his line of sight, he would steal not so subtle glances at his skirt line, but he wouldn't hoot or cat-call at him. By and large, he left Simon to his work.<br><br>As the weeks went by, he began a small ritual of offering Simon a drink before work, giving the furry a chance to unwind a bit from the stresses of school life. He would chat politely with him for the time it took them to finish their drinks, then would send him off to work with either a slightly-less-than-appropriate slap on the butt, or he would ask him what kind of panties he was wearing today.<br><br>The drinks were the first step in his plan. He had to make sure that Simon wouldn't suspect anything out of the ordinary when the day finally came to put his pharmaceutical credentials to good use. It was one of their "so-far-unsuccessful" drugs, supposed to be a more effective replacement of viagra. Instead, male users found their sensitivity and desire greatly increased, but it had the opposite effect on blood flow to the penis: users found that they could not get erect. It had been a big fiasco. The test groups were all furious with pent up desire before the problem was identified and they were given another medicine to flush it from their system. <br><br>Escha had been dosing Simon with it for about a week now, starting out with a small dose, and slowly increasing it. Yesterday, he had given him a full dose at the beginning of his maid service, and another half dose at the end of the night, suggesting that Simon didn't look so well, and maybe his old friend whiskey would cheer him up. <br><br>Today, Escha spiked his drink with another drug: the one that would relieve the anti-erection effects of the drug immediately, and the sensitivity a few hours later. Escha knew that the poor furry was probably about as horny as he'd been in his entire life, unable to cum or get erect for at least a few days, with his erogenous zones overclocked. And now, the lock was about to be undone. As they clinked glasses, Escha stole a glance at his watch. In approximately twenty minutes, the medicine would take effect, and Simon would be able to scratch the most primal of itches. Escha would be watching him very carefully.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 01:49:58</strong>
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				Life as Escha's maid was thoroughly embarrassing for Simon, but as the weeks wore on another, even stranger issue demanded his attention. For some reason he couldn't begin to understand, Simon's sex drive had gone through the roof in the past week. That alone wouldn't have been that big of an issue -- though he didn't have a girlfriend, he was more than capable of dealing with the issue himself -- but he had also found his erections diminishing in strength until, four days ago, they disappeared all together!<br><br>It was a frustrating, frightening experience for the furry. He was soon spending hours each night alternating between scouring the internet for some kind of cause or solution and stroking his stubbornly soft member, seeking an erection and climax that never came. He grew hornier and hornier, but could do nothing to relieve it.<br><br>His body increased in sensitivity with each passing day without an orgasm -- and the maid's outfit was the absolute worst thing he could have had to wear in that state. The fabric of the dress tickled his nipples, keeping them constantly hard, and the silky panties were like a constant tickle on his tingling cock, keeping him on edge, jumpy, frantic, and more horny than he had ever been in his life. <br><br>His swelling arousal mixed with the constant embarrassment he suffered as Escha's maid -- the little comments, the pats on the ass, and the sheer fact that he was crossdressing for an old classmate -- until it was difficult for the furry to think straight. He was grateful for the drinks that Escha had made part of their little routine. Without some alcohol to settle his nerves, he didn't know what he would do.<br><br>Now, Simon was using wood polish on the ornate oak door that Escha had told him about on his initial tour. With everything that had happened over these past few weeks, Simon's curiosity about the room's contents had receded into the back of his mind. Right now he was just focusing on trying to clean. He might need to go to the doctor for whatever was wrong with him, and what if the medication he needed cost money? He couldn't lose this job now...<br><br>"Oh...ohhhhhh" Simon let out a soft gasp that turned into a moan. He dropped the spray bottle of wood polish onto the floor and his hands gripped the door frame tightly. His delicate muscles tensed. Suddenly, as strangely as it had appeared in the first place...Simon's problem was gone.<br><br>Now he had another problem. In his panties, he had the most intense erection of his life. His cock was small -- barely over four inches long, and a bright pink that stood out from his black and white fur -- but right now it felt enormous. He was breathing hard. Sweating. He had to deal with this...now. If he didn't, what if his problem came back? What if he didn't get another chance?! <br><br>Struggling to walk straight, Simon glanced around quickly, hoping Escha wasn't watching his display. Trying -- and failing -- to act like nothing was wrong, Simon started moving towards the nearest bathroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 02:20:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The door was, of course, locked. So were all of the doors that would lead Simon to an area of remote privacy. All of them had little "Sorry about the dust!" signs taped on them, signs from an interior construction company, each featuring an obnoxious cartoon duck in a hard hat. Escha hadn't designed his open area floor plan with this exact night in mind, but if he had, it would look about the same. Escha's bedroom, the study, the bathroom, even the mysterious oak door were all locked with the same duck sentinel placed on them. Escha had assured Simon that he was under no obligation to clean those rooms today, and that the minor constructions should be done by the following morning.<br><br>As he watched Simon work, he heard his breathing become more intense. He knew the state the poor creature was likely in. As much as he wanted to watch Simon's state deteriorate, instead he went into the living room and began immersing himself in a business magazine. He had a trap to set. The open floor plan would not permit Simon many corners to hide in, but he knew the furry wouldn't just give in if he was in plain sight. So, he flopped down on the sofa in the living room, facing the hallway,but with his back to the kitchen. In the center of the kitchen was an island with a shiny oven and sink, sitting opposite a large stainless steel refrigerator. This was the hiding space that offered Simon the most cover, but had one major drawback: the shiny surface of the fridge. Escha had required Simon to buff the surface of the fridge to a mirror shine the last few days, and the quality of Simon's work shone as brightly as the perfectly reflective face of the fridge. <br><br>This was his trap. It didn't matter if Simon fell right into it or not. If he was able to control his urges, then Escha would just repeat the process again and again until he finally broke down. If he could catch Simon violating himself in his home, well, that would be the first flag triggered on the route towards Escha finally getting the house pet he always wanted.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 03:19:26</strong>
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				Simon tried door after door in an increasingly urgent struggle until his lust-addled mind remembered. The rooms were shut. Locked. Construction of some kind. Just the big open space of the home. Nowhere to hide. Oh god.<br><br>He bit his lip hard, pretending to dust a random spot on the wall. Could he hold back? Fight it? Deal with it later...if he was still able to?<br><br>No. He couldn't. This needed to happen now. His arousal was overpowering everything else, his embarrassment, his sense of caution...it wasn't important now. What was important was dealing with the problem in his panties. <br><br>Simon peeked around the corner, checking that Escha was still seated on the couch. Fortunately his friend didn't look twice at him, and Simon took the opportunity to search the place with his eyes, looking for anywhere he might be able to take care of his need. There! The kitchen island! It was tall and Simon was short -- it would provide the cover he needed. It had to.<br><br>The horny skunk moved along the edge of the room, acting as casually as he could. He could barely wait until he was behind the island to lift his skirt and tug own his panties, letting his urgent little erection out. He leaned back against the island, closing his eyes and placing his furry hand around his member. It felt so good he let out a shaky little moan before he stopped himself by biting his lip. <br><br>His hand began to work furiously. He hadn't even stopped to think about cleanup. He was too far gone now. He clenched the edge of the island, arching his back, his tail providing padding behind him as he moved closer to relief with every stroke...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 03:42:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The patience required of Escha to stay, unmoving on the couch for the first few moments of Simon's masturbation wasn't something he'd ever imagined that he would be able to do, but he did just that. He didn't just want to catch him in the act, he wanted to interrupt him just before he could find a release. Silent as a cat, he set his magazine down and turned slowly on the sofa. He found Simon's reflection in the fridge, watching the furry stroke his dick in the middle of his house. Simon looked like he was sufficiently distracted, so Escha felt safe moving at a slightly swifter pace once he saw that the skunk's eyes were closed. <br><br>He stood there, behind the kitchen island, watching Simon's reflection, feeling his own erection building at the sight of the cute little maid pounding away. Escha waited until he saw Simon's body tense and hand speed up, then he slammed his hands down on the counter, hard. "What the fuck are you doing?! Are you fucking jerking off?! In the middle of my kitchen?!" He demanded, moving around in front of Simon, grabbing his hands by the wrists. "I offered you a job, you fucking pervert, and you spend your time masturbating? Is this all you do you freak? Do I pay you to spank your dick around my home?! No. You're coming with me, you fucking freak." He wrapped his fingers around both of Simon's wrists, pulling him up and dragging him down the hallway, not letting him pull his panties up or hide his erection. <br><br>They arrived at the thick wooden door. There was a keyhole, but surprisingly it opened with a couple smacks on the old door knob. This was the "fun room". Sex toys of every size and variety were scattered in loose collections around the room. There was a wooden horse, several binding stations, a set of stocks, and a simple wooden table covered in scratch marks. "You don't even deserve to be in here," He spat, pushing Simon down on a small bean bag chair, turning to pick up an item he had set aside on the desk earlier. It was a hard plastic chastity cage, fitted with a slot for a lock, which he held in his other hand. "You're lucky I want to give you a chance. I'm not going to let you work here if you're just going to fucking jerk off every time you're out of my sight. Put this on and lock it, or you're fired, and I won't pay you this week. Fuckin' test me. It should be small enough for you." He shoved the chastity device into Simon's hand. The cage looked simple enough, but the lock was oddly modern. There was a small, perfectly round hole where the keyhole would typically be, and a small digital readout that wasn't currently displaying anything. Escha held the lock up to his watch, tapped a sequence of buttons, and the lock popped open. He motioned for Simon to take the lock as well. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 04:06:18</strong>
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				Simon was starting to twitch, feeling himself finally start to crest the enormous hill of lust that had built up in him over the past week...and right then his world collapsed as Escha shouted at him.<br><br>His heart lurched. He pulled his hand away at once -- one of the hardest thing he'd ever had to do -- then realized his cock was still sticking out of his panties. He reached back down and shoved it back inside the garment, whimpering as he felt it leak pre-cum, so close to an orgasm but so far away...<br><br>"Escha I I I'm sorry I know it's awful I'm so embarrassed please understand I've been having some problem I never would have done it but please please please - " Simon sputtered as Escha grabbed him by the wrist and shouted at him. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he felt himself being dragged down the hallway. He was so humiliated, so deeply ashamed, that he was almost able to ignore how intensely, agonizingly good the panties felt against his erection with each step.<br><br>"W-what are you doing?" Simon sputtered as Escha opened the mysterious door and took him inside. Simon gasped and stared around. IT was some kind of sex room? Or torture chamber? God! What was Escha planning?<br><br>Escha was bigger than him, and stronger, so Simon couldn't fight back as the man shoved him onto a bean bag chair. He didn't know what he would do, regardless. His head was spinning. He was sick with embarrassment. And he needed the money so badly! He had to salvage this, somehow!<br><br>Fortunately -- or was it? -- Escha offered him a chance to do just that...with the craziest deal Simon had ever heard in his life. It was even worse than the maid agreement, and that had stunned him. Was this a...a chastity thing? <br><br>"Escha I..." Simon started, but his quiet voice fell silent. What could he say? Escha was furious. Any disagreement would end this opportunity right now. He wouldn't even get the pay he was owed for this week, and what could he do? Go to the police? They'd laugh in his face!<br><br>His hands shook a little. He was stuck. <br><br>It struck him then, as he sat silently and considered his lack of options, that Escha had insulted the size of his cock. Somehow Simon found an even deeper level of embarrassment to sink to.<br><br>There was no more time to think or hesitate or dwell on his shame. It was now or never. Simon couldn't meet Escha's eyes, but he stood up and turned his back, hiding behind the poof of his own tail. His erection had gone down, remarkably, thanks to his terror and shame. It was a simple matter to slip the cage over his now-soft cock -- though it started to try to harden almost at once. Then the lock was in place, and Simon clicked it shut. He pulled up the panties and turned to face Escha once again...but couldn't do anything but stare at the man's feet.<br><br>"Okay. I did it. I'm...I'm so sorry."<br><br>Within the cage, things were already becoming very uncomfortable. His cock was attempting to swell, but there was just no room. He couldn't get hard at all. Now that he had his erections back, they had been taken away in an even worse fashion! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 04:22:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">When the lock clicked closed, it beeped twice, and the digital readout began displaying "47:59", with the last number changing every minute. It was a countdown. "Good. You still have two days of working for me before the weekend. I'll not have you masturbating in my house. The lock will unlock automatically two days from now." He said sternly, standing close enough to Simon that he could feel Escha's breath. "I want to be absolutely clear: you will not pleasure yourself while you are in my employment. You are not allowed." He leaned in close to Simon's ear, blowing gently into his ear. He moved closer, so that his thigh was between Simon's legs, pressing his hard length against Simon's body though his jeans. Escha's hand slipped up the maid's skirt, fondling Simon's ass. "You can't masturbate here. Anything else, well, you could beg for it." He whispered seductively.<br><br>With that, he released Simon and escorted him out of the room, shutting it hard behind him. "If you have nothing else to say to me, go ahead and finish your work. I'll be on the couch." He tousled Simon's hair playfully, gave him another playful smack on the ass, and walked back out into the living room.<br><br>Escha pulled the curtains closed, and waited on the couch for Simon to come down the hallway. Escha slid his jeans off, and began to slowly stroke himself in front of his maid, finally crossing a line that he had always wanted to. He'd watched Simon clean through a crack, or a key hole before and pleasured himself, but there was nothing quite like doing it in the open like this. He was already thinking about how he would make Simon clean up after him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 04:54:32</strong>
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				When Simon clicked the lock shut, he wasn't thinking ahead. He was just dealing with the immediate problem of how to possibly keep his job after that shameful display. When he saw the timer appear, though, his head began to spin. 48 HOURS?! He wasn't allowed to masturbate...even at home?!<br><br>"Escha, I - " the man cut him off, moving closer and explaining how it would work. Then he moved even closer, his taller, more masculine frame making Simon feel small and vulnerable. The skunk held still, eyes downcast, as Escha commanded him, his breath tickling Simon's sensitive furry ear. He tensed up as Escha's powerful, jean-covered thigh moved between his legs. It pressed against him, forcing Simon's caged member up against his body. Simon whimpered, fighting a humiliating desire to hump against the thigh. When a hand began to fondle his plump rear, it just became harder to hold back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You can't masturbate here. Anything else, well, you could beg for it." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Simon bit his lip. Oh god. He was in trouble. Part of him had suspected Escha's attraction for weeks now. It would explain the maid outfit, for one thing. But he wasn't prepared for THIS. And now he was locked up! What was he going to do?<br><br>He struggled to calm down as Escha brought him out into the hallway once more and dismissed him with a smack on the ass that made him jump. He just had to last two more days. Two more days and he would take the money he was owed, and he would make it last. He would forget this ever happened. He wouldn't tell anyone. <br><br>Head hot with a blush, Simon walked unsteadily down the hallway. The cage was terribly uncomfortable. He reached beneath the skirt, tugging on it, trying to find some relief. There was none to be had. He whimpered. <br><br>Coming around the corner, Simon froze, eyes wide. There was Escha, openly stroking his cock. Emotions rolled through Simon's mind. He was shocked. Embarrassed. Jealous that Escha's cock was so much larger than his. Hopelessly aroused to watch him stroking so freely, when Simon couldn't do that himself.<br><br>Blushing like mad, Simon turned away and moved to the far side of the room. His hands shook as he started organizing some books on a shelf, struggling to ignore what was happening behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 05:09:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Simon's sexy whimper awoke a primal, fiery predator instinct inside of Escha. It took all he had to not throw him down and have his way with him right then and there, but he was able to resist. If he took Simon like that, he wouldn't ever be able to make him into his pet. He needed Simon to give in to himself. He was harder than he'd been in a long time, getting a wildly addicting thrill from humiliating Simon. That's why he had been able to resist the urge: it wouldn't be humiliating enough if Simon didn't ask him for it.<br><br>As much as he loved staring at the furry's ass while he stroked himself, the distance between Escha and Simon was dissatisfying. And Escha was paying good money for this. He huffed, frustrated, and pushed the table away from the couch, opening up the space. He sat up, watching Simon, making sure that if he tried to steal a glance, he'd see that he was the focus of Escha's attention. His hand moved slowly, up and down each inch of his impressive length, taunting Simon with his freedom. <br><br>He called across the room while Simon was fiddling aimlessly with Escha's bookshelf. "Hey! If you're just gonna be lazy, then come sit right here." He pointed to the carpet between his feet where he sat on the couch. "Sit right here, and I'll let you go home for the night once I'm finished. Face me, and don't look away from what I have to show you. You don't have to do anything else. Just sit. This is a gift, my furry friend."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 06:22:30</strong>
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				Simon did sneak a glance, more than once. He didn't know why he did it -- some strange combination of curiosity, lust, fear, and a thousand other powerful emotions forced him to it. Each time, Escha was looking right at him. Oh god, Escha was <em>using</em> him while he stroked himself. Simon suddenly felt terribly exposed. He tugged at the pitiful skirt, wishing his tail didn't lift it so high. He felt like a sex object -- a very unfamiliar feeling for him. <br><br>Escha called him out on his pointless busywork, and Simon closed his eyes and swore to himself. He had no choice but to accept the "offer." He moved slowly, eyes carefully going anywhere BUT Escha's exposed member. He settled himself into a seated position, his locked cock influencing him to unconsciously sit in a feminine fashion, his knees together and his slender legs folded under him. He made sure his skirt covered the tingling mess beneath his panties. <br><br>He couldn't speak. He just had to...he had to look. Escha wouldn't let him get away with anything less. Blushing furiously, Simon licked his lips out of nervousness. He looked with embarrassed eyes at Escha's cock, hoping it would all be over soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 06:32:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Escha scooted small fractions of an inch closer, until the tip of his cock was a hair's width away from touching Simon's face. He smiled fiendishly as he stroked his shaft furiously, his eyes locked on Simon's, tiny flecks of pre-cum falling on his cheeks and forehead. He kicked his shoes off, and carefully rubbed Simon's thighs with the tips of his toes, exploring under the boundary of the maid's skirt.<br><br>"You make a sexy maid, <em>Simone</em>," He said, straining with the effort he was pouring into his own release. He began panting a little, feeling his release coming soon, and as the tell-tale signs began to show, his hand slowed, and then stopped all together before the show could finish. For a few moments he sat there, watching Simon's face with the devil's own smile. His member twitched slightly, and he scooted back in his seat. "Remember, you don't <em>have</em> to do anything else. But you can't go home until I'm finished." He teased, twirling his toe around the tip of Simon's caged member.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 07:00:14</strong>
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				Simon stared in a mixture of fear, awe, and disbelief at Escha's cock, so big and hard and free of any cage. Simon's eyes flickered up and met Escha's and then embarrassment was so intense he instantly looked back at the cock. Somehow, that was better, in a twisted way. <br><br>He felt the tiny damp taps of precum on his fur, but knew he couldn't move away or Escha would be angry. It just got worse when Escha took off his shoes and began teasing Simon's thighs and closer and closer to his trapped member with his toes. <br><br>Simon cringed when Escha called him "Simone" and let out a soft, whispered "Please..." of protest. At least it would be over soon. He could tell as Escha's breathing changed, and his body tensed...but then it stopped! Simon's mouth actually dropped open as Escha sat back. Right now, getting close to an orgasm and then stopping was just about the craziest thing he could imagine. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Remember, you don't have to do anything else. But you can't go home until I'm finished." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With those words, Escha tickle Simon's trapped cock through the cage with his toe. Simon couldn't hold back, and let out a soft moan. His hands made tight fists on his knees. His hips flexed reflexively as he couldn't help pushing his cock against Escha's foot just a little bit, before he pulled back.<br><br>He stared at Escha's waiting member, than back up at his old acquaintance. Had this been his plan all along? How stupid had Simon been to let this happen?<br><br>And which would be worse? To do what Escha wanted, and please him, and leave...or to prolong the humiliation by resisting, and see what else the man had in store? <br><br>Biting his lip and whimpering a little as Escha's teasing foot continued, Simon reached out with a tentative hand and grabbed Escha's cock. Simon's soft palm gripped it gently, marveling at how much larger it was than his own. After a moment, he began to stroke slowly, shaking with embarrassment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-01-2016, 07:12:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Moan more for me" Escha said quietly, watching Simon's hand grip his cock, his eyes hungry and dangerous. He pressed the ball of his foot against the cock cage, grinding the plastic against Simon's testicles and then pushing it back against his body, using his other foot to rub Simon's balls.<br><br>He saw the humiliation building in Simon's eyes, and had to strain not to cum right away in twisted delight. What had started out as a drunken accident had become a complicated dark agenda. He would taint and violate Simon not only until he couldn't help but come back to him, but until all he wanted was to be locked behind that heavy oak door. <br><br>He frowned at Simon as he began stroking. "So you want to be here all night, don't you pervert? I guess it is your choice, how long you want to be here." His foot held the cage between his toes, the flat part of his foot was moving up and down his length on the other side of the plastic, offering some delicious friction to his sack, but none to the concealed shaft.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 01:59:48</strong>
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				Escha hardly needed to command Simon to moan -&nbsp; when his foot pressed hard against the cage, driving it against Simon's body, the little furry let out an instant, guttural groan of discomfort and frustrated arousal. <br><br>Escha mocked his tentative strokes and continued teasing mercilessly with his feet. Simon squirmed. He had never imagined another man's feet would ever be capable of driving him so fucking wild, but right now any sort of touch on his poor cock would have sent him over the edge...but none was coming. Just more teasing strokes on his swollen little balls. <br><br>"Okay okay," Simon whimpered, his strokes picking up speed and urgency. Then he added a second hand, soon pumping for all he was worth. His cock flexed and his hips thrust in time with his strokes, as if he could somehow transfer some of the pleasure to his own needy member. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>10-01-2016, 02:43:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Mmm, yeah, that's it," Escha groaned, rocking his hips slowly into Simon's stroking hands. He started breathing hard, his rebuffed climax approaching again. "Fuck yes, stroke my dick Simone," he hissed, deciding that would make a good pet name for his maid. He bit his lip, hoping that he could hold out until Simon's small arms got tired, so that perhaps he could get him involved in another twisted activity. <br><br>He moved his foot from side to side, batting playfully at the chastity cage. "You poor little thing. If only you had better control of your desires, then you wouldn't be here stroking my cock with yours in a little cage...Mm..yes..god that's good," He groaned, frustrated as he fought his release. "I've got another offer for you. A job offer: Be my pet. You're struggling to stay afloat right? I could...mMm...yes, I could keep you floating, and pay the debt you've racked up before you met me." He gave a teasing stroke to Simon's balls. "I can't say it'll be less work than being my maid, but certainly more fun. If you accept, you'll need to tempt me with an interesting place to cum. I think, for our first time, we both deserve a little better than your hands."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>11-01-2016, 02:27:54</strong>
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				Again Escha called him "Simone," and this time Simon cringed visibly. His masculinity had been a sore spot for him all his life, being small, soft, weak, and a furry on top of everything else. Now, dressed like THIS and doing THIS and being called THAT, a long history of embarrassment was coming to the surface.<br><br>It didn't take long at all for Simon's slender arms to start to get tired, but he bit his lip and struggled to keep up the pace. He wanted to get this over with. Maybe if he did a good job Escha would even release him from the cage. It was possible, right? He couldn't have really intended to keep Simon locked up for two full days...could he?<br><br>Meanwhile Escha's feet kept taunting him, batting the cage around in a way that was both uncomfortable and maddeningly hot. Simon was panting and squirming himself as he continued to stroke. <br><br>Escha's offer shocked him, and Simon's hands actually stopped in their motion for several moments as he tried to make sure he had heard it correctly. His hands just rested there on Escha's length, Simon's chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. <br><br>"B-be your...pet?" Simon asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. Escha couldn't have chosen a more demeaning word if he had tried. Not only denoting submission, but placing the furry at the level of the animal he resembled. It was shameful. Disgusting. And...fuck, why was it so tempting?<br><br>He wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't. Not with his balls so swollen and aching, and lust clouding his mind. He started to shake his head, but then stopped. He'd already come this far. He was already so trapped. Was he really going to be out of a job in two days if he refused? Or, even worse, what if Escha got so angry he didn't unlock the cage?<br><br>"Okay...I guess we can...we can try it," Simon said, his eyes downcast. He started stroking again, slowly but gradually picking up speed. "You can c-cum on my chest. Just...just please, make it quick."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 02:07:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The cock in Simon's hands became hotter and harder the instant that he had agreed, and asked Escha to cum on his chest. A perfect expression of the twisted pleasure Escha got from Simon's submission. Escha brushed Simon's delicate fingers away from his cock, standing up and pulling Simon up by his armpits like he weighed nothing. The was nothing delicate or romantic about the kiss that Escha forced on Simon's lips. His lips and tongue were dominating and invasive. His fingers gripped the hair on the back of Simon's head and pulled, his other hand pushing Simon's hips into Escha so that Escha was practically enveloping Simon. He towered over him, wanting to make sure that Simon realized that his place was beneath Escha. Once Simon had been successfully tucked into him, Escha pressed his palm into Simon's balls, squeezing and playing with them between his fingers, making sure his shaft got no attention at all. <br><br>When Escha finally pulled his lips away, he slid his fingers into the collar of Simon's maid outfit and pulled down sharply, tearing the fabric like it was tissue paper, exposing the furry's chest. He pushed Simon down on to the couch and mounted his chest, rubbing his cock in the space between Simon's pecs. His fingers pulled and teased the furry's nipples, trying unsuccessfully to get even the slightest tit-fucking sensation. Something he would have to fix with another trip to the "special" medications department at his work. He huffed, pleased with the idea of giving Simon big enough breasts that he could give him a proper tit-fuck.<br><br>Finally, he felt his pent up release coming, and began stroking himself furiously, giving Simon's cheek a wet prod with the tip before pointing his cock at the furry's chest. Escha let out a loud, triumphant groan, and shot thick, sticky ropes of cum into the fur on Simon's chest. After the first long spurt, he pressed his tip against Simon's nipple, releasing the rest of his hot load into the furry's sensitive pink skin. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 04:47:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon was shocked by the response he immediately felt in Escha's cock as it swelled and pulsed in his hands. It served as a reminder of his own currently quite painful inability to get hard, and it was just plain frightening -- but not as frightening as Escha's next move. Simon could only mutter weak protests as the much larger man grabbed him and planted a firm, dominating kiss on Simon's mouth. The furry squirmed in Escha's strong arms, trying in vain to escape his first man-on-man kiss, but there was nowhere to go. Escha's fingers were in Simon's long hair, his hand was on his hip, his body was practically engulfing the small skunk. Then his palm went to Simon's tender balls, squeezing and teasing, making Simon groan into Escha's mouth.<br><br>Time seemed to slow and split into frozen moments. His maid outfit was torn. He was pushed down on the couch, and Escha's cock was suddenly rubbing against his slender, softly-furred chest. Simon looked up with mouth agape at the dominant form of Escha -- until the thrusting cock smacked against his cheek, at which point Simon blushed furiously and closed his mouth. Meanwhile Escha tugged and toyed with his sensitive pink nipples, making him arch his back and whimper. <br><br>Escha was soon cumming -- and it was much worse than Simon had imagined. It splattered onto his fur, then poured out. God, there was so much of it! It got everywhere, soaking into his fur, which became dark and matted and sticky at once. Simon had never seen so much cum in his life. Even now, in his current state of pent-up arousal, he doubted he would come anywhere close to the load Escha had just emptied onto him. <br><br>After Escha's release, so vibrant and vivid and powerful in front of him, Simon couldn't help but grow even more aware of his own frustration. He tried to reach around Escha's body with his hands, seeking a grip on his own trapped member.<br><br>"P-please Escha...please let me out of this thing...you had your fun, now just let me out..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 09:17:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">He cleared his throat and looked down at the poor, cum soaked creature that lay under him. He squeezed the remaining seed from his cock, and wiped it and his hands in the few untouched spots of fur on Simon's chest. Escha was pleased with how thoroughly marked his pet had become. <br><br>The tall blonde man grinned down at Simon, shooing the furry's hands away from his caged cock. He moved from on top of him, crouching on the floor beside the couch, holding the tip of the cage between two fingers. "Let you out? I assume you mean out of this?" He gave the cage a flick with his finger, watching it bounce from side to side. "Why? What is it that you want to do?" He watched Simon's eyes, batting the chastity cage left and right, like a cat playing with a toy mouse. He snickered, and began sliding his fingers up and down the shaft of the cage, jerking it off around him. "Is it this? You want to play with little Simon? You got caught jerking your dick off while you were on the clock, but you can't even wait a measly two days? It has to be now?" He laughed a quiet, mocking laugh, jerking the cage off faster and faster. <br><br>"Well? What is it? I want you to tell me what you'd do if I took this cage off of you. I want you to be specific. I want to hear why you want to do it, and then I want you to beg me to let you do it. If you do a good enough job, I'll let you cum tonight." He sneered. Simon had been a little wrong. Escha had gotten to cum, but <em>this</em> was his fun. He wasn't sure where or when this desire to bully poor Simon had originated, but it was there, and it was strong. Escha felt his stomach turn in grim delight as a thousand ideas of how to humiliate or dominate the furry appeared and vanished like bubbles in the boiling pot that was his mind. Tonight could very well be long from over for the both of them.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>15-01-2016, 23:01:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon bit his lip and suppressed a whimper as Escha moved next to him, gripping and teasing the cage that held the furry's painfully constricted member. He taunted him, mocked him, and eventually began to stroke the cage, driving Simon's humiliation and frustration to new heights. He wanted to curl up and disappear. He wanted to shower and get all the cum off of him. But most of all, damn it, he needed release! <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well? What is it? I want you to tell me what you'd do if I took this cage off of you. I want you to be specific. I want to hear why you want to do it, and then I want you to beg me to let you do it. If you do a good enough job, I'll let you cum tonight."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Simon blushed and blanched, covering his face with his hand in deep embarrassment. Why was Escha doing this? And why couldn't Simon calm down and just relax? This never would have happened if he hadn't been unable to get hard all week. Why hadn't he tried to contain himself? Why had he let it get this far? Why why why?<br><br>"P-please, Escha..." Simon said, his voice small and weak, "I j-just want to cum. If you take the c-cage off, I'll just...I'll just stroke myself. And I'll c-cum. I n-need it so bad. Please..." Simon sat up on the couch, badly wanting to cover his nakedness, but knowing Escha wouldn't allow it. His chest fur was sticky and smelt strongly of Escha's load to the furry's sensitive nose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>15-01-2016, 23:33:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Very well," Escha said, delighted by Simon's pitiful begging. He moved from the couch, turning to walk down the hallway. He twisted the old knob on the heavy oak door and put his shoulder into it. It creaked open slowly, and he disappeared inside of it. <br><br>When he returned, he was not holding the small silver key to the lock, but a small, bright pink dildo. He tossed it to Simon, a sick look of satisfaction on his face. "There. I'll allow you to use this. In fact, you can keep it. You might find that you need it before the weekend is here. If you need something bigger, I'm sure I have the wares to oblige." It took all the control he had to not burst out in sadistic laughter. His cock was hard in his pants again, reinvigorated by Simon's humiliation. <br><br>"Oh, and since you agreed to be my pet, I'm going to go ahead and say that you aren't allowed to leave until you manage to relieve yourself. With that. Right here. While I watch." He leaned over the back of the couch, chin resting on the back of his hand, a glazed look of devious delight on his face. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 17:40:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something about the look on Escha's face made Simon instantly uneasy. But he tried to hold out hope as the man disappeared into the room Simon now knew was a sex dungeon. Simon sat up on the couch, biting his lip as the change of position made him ache between his legs. <br><br>He grimaced at the state of his chest, and reached for the torn remnants of his maid's outfit to try and wipe some of the mess off. It was already too soaked in though, and his attempts were mostly in vain. <br><br>When Simon saw what Escha was holding when he returned, the disappointment and unease was immediately clear on his furry face. "What - ?" he began, but Escha interrupted by tossing the dildo to him.<br><br>Simon's eyes widened as he held the little phallus, and he looked from it to Escha, waiting for the man to break and start laughing, and then unlock him. Horribly, that didn't seem to be happening.<br><br>"Escha please..." Simon said, trying not to sound too whiny, "Please I can't...I've never...this won't...please, just unlock me okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 19:05:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"You can. You will. It will. I won't." Escha said sternly, addressing each of Simon's protests. He crossed his arms and shook his head, his soft blonde bangs shifting as he moved. "Look, it won't be unlocked for two days. It was your punishment, remember? You're a big boy now, try and accept the consequences of your actions." He walked over to the bar in the kitchen and poured himself a tall drink. "And here I am, the merciful, thoughtful employer. Were you able to make it on your own? No. Not without me. But, hey, I figure I'm doing alright, so I take you under my wing. You fucking jerk off in my kitchen, so like any good role model, I try and use this opportunity to teach you a lesson," he says, downing his drink in one gulp.<br><br>Escha saunters over to the couch, and plops down next to Simon, staring into his eyes, an annoyed look on his face.&nbsp; "I offer you even more money for your services. I fuckin' buy your debt, I absolve you of the economical sins of your past. On top of all of that, I recognize that you are suffering, so I offer you a little pink comfort, but no, that isn't good enough for <em>Princess Simone.</em>" With that, he produces the small silver key from his pocket and gently pushes Simon on his back and spreads his legs. He fiddles with the lock for a moment, then there is a small beep, then Escha sits up. The lock is still secured in place. The only thing that appears to have changed is that the little digital readout now reads "96" instead of "48". <br><br>"There. Maybe at the end of this, you'll learn how to graciously accept the kindness of others. You know, that really stings Simone. Your selfishness makes you hard to be around." He gave the cage a flick again, then pointed at the pink dildo, then jerked his head at the door. "Now use that thing, or go fuck yourself."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 20:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon listened as Escha scolded him, reminding him again how he ended up in this position in the first place, and how he had gotten himself into this mess. And now he was potentially going to earn even MORE money, after being caught defiling Escha's kitchen...<br><br>But why did it have to be like THIS?<br><br>Simon was in the midst of trying to form some pleading response in his mind when Escha came towards him with the key. The confused furry obediently lay back and spread his legs, his heart jumping into his throat as he prepared to be unlocked...and then moments later, he was face to face with the awful truth.<br><br>"96?" Simon said in a tense, frightened voice, "Oh god, no..."<br><br>He felt so foolish and embarrassed as he gripped the cage with one hand, looking back and forth between his locked manhood and Escha's stern face. He squirmed. He opened his mouth and closed it several times, debating what he should say next. Right now he was terrified that he would make Escha even angrier, and that 96 would climb even higher!<br><br>"Okay. I'm sorry," Simon said at last with a blush, "I'll...I'll try it."<br><br>Simon held the dildo timidly in his hand. It was small, but still much bigger than anything he had ever had back there! And god, why did it have to be pink?<br><br>"Is there..." he asked, unable to look Escha in the eye, "Is there, um...any lube? And...would it be okay if I had a drink first? Please? Sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 22:41:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">A savage grin spread across Escha's face. He was somewhat surprised that Simon had never masturbated using his ass before, mostly because the Simon in his fantasies was well versed in the pleasures of his anus. He was excited to get to see his very first time. <br><br>"I think you have plenty of lube right there," He said, pointing at Simon's chest. The words left his mouth before the thought had blossomed into a feeling of excitement in his stomach. He felt his dick starting to get hard again at the thought of Simon using his jizz as lube. As for the alcohol, Escha was more than willing to oblige. He pulled the bottle of whiskey that they usually drank out of its home, popped the lid off, and took a big pull. He set the bottle down on the table next to Simon and said, "Help yourself." Escha chuckled. His choice in words was a small joke to himself. Simon was in this situation specifically because he couldn't help himself. Escha had loved every minute of this.<br><br>He unzipped his pants, letting his large, mostly erect cock hang out of his pants. "And you should hurry. If you wake him up, you're gonna have to play with him again until he goes to sleep."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 23:02:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...god...okay," Simon said in a small voice shaking with shame as Escha gestured to the furry's chest, instructing him to use the mess there as his lubrication. He reached out a trembling hand to grab the whiskey as soon as Escha set it down, and took a deep drink of it that made his throat and stomach burn.<br><br>Escha unzipped his pants, and Simon glanced at what was revealed several times, his nervousness and embarrassment growing each time. He nodded meekly at Escha's threat and encouragement to hurry, and was determined not to have to deal with THAT again.<br><br>Feeling deeply ashamed, Simon took the pink dildo in his hand and began to rub it around on his chest. He worked the head and shaft of it around on his fur, watching as it gradually began to glisten with the moisture it picked up there.<br><br>Before moving to the next step Simon hesitated, giving Escha a final pleading look...but it was clear there was no help there. If he wasn't careful, he could get in big trouble by delaying longer.<br><br>Simon couldn't look at Escha any longer, it was far too embarrassing. He got on all fours on the couch, his painfully caged member hanging beneath him, and raised his bushy skunk tail high. He reached back with the dildo held in one hand, and moved the head of it between his plump rear cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 23:42:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The way that Simon had stolen looks at his cock did not escape Escha's attention. He bit his lip when the furry lifted his tail and exposed his ass for Escha's viewing pleasure. His hand unconsciously gravitated towards his shaft, sliding lightly along his tip, sending small sparks of pleasure through his mind. <br><br>Escha stepped closer to Simon, stroking the fur of his tail gently with the tips of the fingers of his unengaged hand. <em>So soft</em> he thought to himself, watching as Simon positioned the dildo for entry. He stopped touching Simon's tail, and instead just watched with anticipation. The urge to fuck Simon was starting to grow unbearable, but Escha wouldn't do it until Simon begged him for it. Escha wouldn't deprive himself of the delicious sight of any amount of Simon's humiliation.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 00:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Simon hesitated as Escha touched his tail, stopping with the head of the dildo resting in his crack. Escha probably didn't know it, but in the furry world, touching someone's tail without permission was considered deeply rude. It was an intimate thing, usually reserved for lovers, because tails were so loaded with sensitive nerves. Simon was grateful when the man stopped touching after a moment, though his soft tail continued to twitch and quiver for a few seconds.<br><br>Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Simon nudged the cum-coated tip of the phallus forward, into the clean pink hole in the center of his plump, well-rounded ass. Simon's fur formed a white heart-shaped outline on his ass before fading into his darker shade, and now that white was being pierced by the vibrant pink of the dildo. <br><br>"Mmmph..." Simon grunted, biting his lip, as the head of the dildo moved inside him, slowly forcing his virgin hole open. He gasped at the pain, but his cock also began to twitch rhythmically in its cage. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Escalation (art3mis &amp; Wabisuke)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 05:58:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Impatient, and intoxicated by his own arousal, Escha gave Simon's ass a slightly-less-than gentle spank as he watched the furry work the dildo inside his hole. "You should do it faster. Better to get it over with. Feels better if you can get beyond the beginning." He tried to sound helpful, but the bass in his voice was hungry. He stepped away from Simon's rear, moving over near his face. He pulled his boxers all the way off, and let his hard cock smack against the back of the sofa with a thud, not far from Simon's lips. Delicately, he leaned over and began stroking lightly at Simon's nipples with his fingertips. "Maybe if you had something to distract you, it would be easier..." Escha cooed, winking as he gave Simon's nipple a slight tweak.</span>
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