A Toy For The Good Boy

"As you walk to the dungeon, you find a Werewolf trapped on a room, with silver chains cuffing his arms and a ballgag on his mouth. He seems on rut, and also very intimidating. That werewolf was Lýkos Dánkoma."

"Hmmph... Hmmm" "He tried to speak but the ballgag doesn't let him, with a threatening naughty face as he looks at you"

"When you look down, there's also a book, with some magical things that might be related to what you can do with the wolf"

As Lýkos observed the scene, his eyes gleamed with interest at the sight of the chained boy. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of defiance mingled with arousal. With a low growl, he shifted his gaze from the captor to the boy, his lips curling into a predatory smirk. His heart quickened at the prospect of a possible plaything, someone to dominate and control.

He tugged at his silver chains, a silent plea for release, his eyes locking onto the boy's emerald gaze with a mixture of hunger and longing. Unable to speak, he communicated his desires through primal gestures, his body language conveying a silent invitation for the boy to join him in his captivity, to embrace the wildness within.

Lýkos's breath hitched as he felt the boy's warm mouth enveloping his throbbing member, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his restrained body. He gazed down at the boy with a mix of desire and amusement, his eyes locking onto the emerald orbs filled with defiance.

With a low growl of satisfaction, he shifted his hips slightly, pressing his cock deeper into the boy's mouth, relishing in the tightness of the ring gag and the sensation of control it provided. His fingers twitched, longing to reach out and touch the boy, to explore every inch of his exposed skin.

As the captor backed away, leaving them alone in their intimate embrace, Lýkos's heart pounded with anticipation, eager to see how the boy would respond to his dominance, to the primal desires that stirred within them both.

Lýkos felt a surge of power and arousal as he realized the extent of control he held over the boy, his primal instincts urging him to take full advantage of the situation. With a low growl, he fisted his bound hands, his movements determined as he thrust his cock deeper into the warm cavern of the boy’s mouth.

The boy's panicked struggles only fueled Lýkos's desire, the sight of him helpless and at his mercy igniting a primal fire within him. He savored the sensation of the boy's throat tightening around his length, relishing in the power he wielded over him.

With each thrust, Lýkos pushed the boundaries of pleasure and pain, his cock plunging deeper into the boy's mouth, testing his limits and reveling in the sweet agony of his submission.

Lýkos felt a surge of dominance and satisfaction as he sensed the boy's struggles, his own desires heightened by the resistance. He relished the feeling of power coursing through him as he continued to thrust into the boy's mouth, the resistance only fueling his arousal further.

With a wicked grin, Lýkos thrust deep into the other’s throat, wishing he were unbound so he could truly dominate this pretty boy he’d been given, to toy with, by his captor. He reveled in the sight of the boy's clenched fists and whimpered pleas, the knowledge that he held complete control over him sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

As the boy focused on his breathing, Lýkos pushed the boundaries of pleasure and pain, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he sought to push the boy to his limits. He delighted in the taste of the boy's submission, relishing in the sweet surrender he elicited with his dominance.

Lýkos observed the boy's trembling form with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, his own arousal spiking at the sight of the boy's vulnerability. He could sense the struggle within him, the conflict between his desires and his sense of self-preservation.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Lýkos leaned in closer, his voice a low growl through the ball gag in his mouth.

He reveled in the boy's weakness, relishing in the power he held over him as he continued to thrust into his mouth, each movement driving the boy further into submission.

Lýkos felt a surge of triumph as he sensed the shift in the boy's demeanor, his own arousal intensifying at the sight of the boy's desperate attempts to please him.

He growled softly in approval, his hips bucking eagerly as the boy's tongue and lips worked to bring him to climax. Sensing the urgency in the boy's movements, Lýkos quickened the pace, driving himself closer to the edge of release.

With each lick and suck, the boy's efforts spurred Lýkos on, pushing him ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. He reveled in the boy's submission, relishing in the pleasure he derived from his dominance over him.

Lýkos's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he felt the boy's reluctance melt away into eager submission. The sensation of the boy's mouth engulfing him sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, heightening his arousal to new heights.

With a primal growl, Lýkos surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, his hips thrusting eagerly into the boy's mouth as he lost himself in the heat of the moment. Each deep, desperate swallow only fueled his desire further, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release.

He could feel the tension building within him, the need for release becoming almost unbearable as the boy's skilled mouth worked its magic. With a final, primal groan, Lýkos succumbed to the overwhelming ecstasy, his body convulsing as he spilled himself into the boy's waiting mouth.