War from Every Angle (MissFluffy)

Carefully, dreading what would happen to him if he lost his privileges as Ben was threatening, Adam took the griffin’s cock into his mouth, only taking the tip for now.

Ben looked down at the otter, “for now you have the right to move as fast or slow as you want, if you make a mistake or abuse that right, you loose it. Believe me, you don’t want to loose it” Ben warned thrusting his hips forward a little to start Adam off.

Adam opened his mouth, still trembling and looking up at Ben fearfully once more, his mouth hanging open, ready for the griffin’s cock.

Ben watched the otter drop to his knees, “good boy” Ben praised, indicating that good behaviour would be rewarded. Ben reached down and undid his pants shoving them and his boxers down, pressing his cock to the otters mouth, “open” he ordered.

Adam sighed, almost gratefully, as he knelt obediently, dipping his head out of shame. The one good thing about kneeling is that he no longer had to worry about collapsing on his own thanks to his shaky legs. However, with the collar laying in front of his face on the bed, and the griffin standing over him, the otter soon realized he might have bigger problems.

Ben nodded once when Adam had finished up dressing, before he leaned down and collected the clothes, leaving the room for a few seconds he walked back in with a black collar, setting it down on the bed before returning to the Otter. “Knees” was his order.

Finally, after flinching and trying to work faster after Ben yelled at him again, the last piece of clothing slid off of Adam, who looked around for any remaining chance of escape before casting a dreadful glance up at the griffin.

Ben watched with annoyance as Adam hands shook too much, thus making the time he was taking drag on. Although Ben didn’t see this as the otter being afraid, he saw it as stalling. “Stop stalling!” Bens voice boomed. He wouldn’t help him though, he wanted to make a point by making him do it himself, forcing him to see that if he’d simply done as he was told, it would be a better experience.

Adam whined, swallowing hard and trying to get his clothes off faster. His hands were just shaking too much though, a reaction to the stress that the poor otter had no control over.

Ben growled warningly “faster, don’t test me” he warned angrily taking a threatening step closer, gripping the otter’s chin roughly, “I tried to be pleasant and you disobeyed me, your going to fucking wish that you’d sat your ass down on that bed and hadn’t tried to escape because I certainly won’t be forgiving the next time you disobey me.”

Despite his intentions of fighting back, Adam went totally limp when Ben’s hand clasped around his neck, the otter’s breathing quickening when he realized it had gotten harder to breathe. When he was released, the man began shaking all over again, but pulled his shirt off all the same. Starting to work on his pants and shoes, he was going very, very slowly without realizing it.

Ben growled when Adam hadn’t come out of binding, disapproval lacing his expression as he slowly made his way around the small house, it wasn’t long before he noticed the mirror and chuckled, he rounded the corner quickly and grabbed the chair before Adam could react throwing it to the side and grabbing the otter by the neck squeezing enough to make it hard to breathe but not to stop his breath completely “if you want to try and escape I’ll give you reasons to be fucking scared” Ben stepped back “strip, you’ve lost the right to be clothed around me.”

Adam was breathing heavily, waiting around a corner with his chair in hand. He hoped that Ben would enter the room without looking around the corner first, and that he could knock the griffin out in one hit from behind. After that... who knew? Whatever he had to to get out of this place. Unfortunately for the otter, he didn’t notice a mirror that showed Ben exactly where he was hiding before the griffin would even enter the room.

Ben watched as Adam ran from the window instead of meeting his challenge, it didn’t matter to him, he’d still ensure the Otter was punished. Ben rounded the corner again and went through the front door instead of climbing through the shattered glass, he closed the door behind him and called into the house, “come here. If you make me come and find you it’ll only be worse”

Adam switched to acting out of pure fear instinct when Ben showed up at the window he had just broken, running from the window back into the house and trying to find a hiding place.

It hadn’t taken them long to realise that there was nothing that Ben could do currently about a missing gun, so they excused him. It seemed, that their timing had been impeccable because as Ben was walking towards his house, he heard a large crash and the sound of glass shattering towards the side of the house. He clenched his fists angrily and rounded the corner just in time to see Adam on the other side of the window. Ben raised an eyebrow at the otter, “come on then...climb over the glass, and once your out here I’ll make sure you don’t sit down for a week.”

Adam grew more desperate by the minute. The otter had tried every door and window and found them all locked. Worse still, he’d tried to pick the lock on the front door and only succeeded in jamming it further. With his options running out, the otter became more and more tempted to try something stupid, and eventually he picked up a chair from the dining room, dragging the heavy thing towards a window in one of the seemingly unused bedrooms.

When Ben arrived at the church, he’d been told that someone had lost a gun, which while it wasn’t a massive deal as far as their firepower went (they could just import more in) was going to be a problem if someone shot up a store and the gun was traced back to them. The authority left them alone for the most part, the last thing they needed was cops breathing down their neck.

Once Adam showered- still not enough to not feel filthy as he emerged- he threw on the minimum of his clothing, leaving his button down shirt off and only putting on the undershirt. Once he was dressed he started looking for a way out, not even reading the note and barely giving the food a passing thought. He couldn’t be trapped here, at the whims of the griffin. That almost always lead to death.

While Adam was showering, Ben had received a calll that there was an issue at the church, so after he’d lined the bed with fresh sheets, he set some food down on the end of the bed and wrote a note for Adam: I’ll be back in an hour. Your free to do whatever you like, but if I find you tried any form of escape you’ll be punished when I get back as promised the entire house was left open except for the front door and windows that were locked from the outside.

Adam almost jumped at the chance to get in the shower. He felt so dirty, having been sodomized by the griffin like that. But then, he hadn’t tried to fight back, either... as evidenced by the wet trails running down the otter’s face at various angles, he was still quite conflicted about this situation. As he started to walk towards the bathroom he became conscious of some of Ben’s cum leaking from his ass, causing the otter to walk faster and feeling a burning shame course through his body. Why couldn’t he decide wether he liked it or not!? That shouldn’t even be a question! And yet...

Ben grunted in response to the other male cumming. Smirking at the way he came over the bed and his hand. Ben slowly pulled back, the sight of his cock slowly leaving the otters ass was enough to have him hard again but he didn’t want to push him too much. When Ben was finally out of Adam he ran his hand over his back and lifted him to his feet, stabilising him. “Go and have a shower while I fix your mess” Ben ordered gesturing to the bathroom behind him.

“Oh- Fuck...” when Ben’s hand wrapped around his cock again, combined with the cock pulsing and releasing the griffin’s hot seed inside him, the otter only lasted a few pumps of his length before he came as well, getting his seed on the bed and on the other male’s hand.

Ben grunted and after a few shallow thrusts he released inside the smaller male. Painting his insides with his thick load. Ben continued to thrust to keep them both stimulated while he reached around and started working the otter with his hand again.

Adam wasn’t able to turn to look forward again as his head was forced down against the bed by Ben, one side of his face buried in the covers and the other free to look either at the wall or up at the male fucking him. The Brit didn’t make eye contact with the griffin, tears still visible rolling sideways across his face. The otter gritted his teeth as the thrusting suddenly got faster and deeper, but clearly his body was saying otherwise, clear precum still leaking from his tip.