Todd stared looked at the collar in his lap. He looked at Alexandros’ box of horrible fates. He looked at the front door to the holding cell. Todd looked at the unlocked door handle.
Todd didn’t want to be a bitch and, while he didn’t know what his other options were, he was pretty damn sure that he didn’t want to be any of those either.
He looked at the unguarded door, briefly turned his head to glance at the lizardman still kneeling behind him. Todd realized this was his only chance to make a break for it and get through that door. He didn’t know what was on the other side, but that was a problem he could solve when he got there. The first thing he needed to do was to get as far away from Alexandros and his box as possible.
“Fuck you!” Todd yelled as he leaped to his feet and threw the collar at the wall. Unfortunately for Todd, it was only when he tried to take his first step towards freedom that he realized the error with his plan.
He hadn’t appreciated just how tired, sore, and overstretched the hours of dildo testing had left his body. But as Todd lifted his foot off the floor, he felt everything cramp up – his back giving way as it was no longer in any shape to hold him up straight.
Todd’s body hunched over as he tumbled to his hands and knees, panting as he struggled to hold himself up.
Alexandros just looked down at Todd, his exhausted body in no shape to take advantage of his only avenue of escape.
“That’s too bad,” Alexandros remarked, “Twinkie was so looking forward to having another wolf to play with.”
As Alexandros walked over to his box, Todd felt his tail tuck submissively between his legs while his ears drooped flat against his forehead. It was like his body was trying to cry out, No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll put the collar on! But he didn’t want to put the collar on. He didn’t want to put anything on. He just wanted to walk out the door, to pretend this never happened. He just wanted to walk back to his old life.
“Yes I think this will do,” Alexandros mused as he pulled a ring out of the box, “this one is part of a set, though its twin produces a much different effect on its wearer’s body. To tell you the truth Todd – though I doubt you’ll be using that name much longer – I can’t tell the two of them apart. So, what comes next will be a bit of a surprise to both of us.”
The lizardman walked up next to Todd and shoved him over onto his back. As he lay there, Todd could only watch as Alexandros came close and closer to him, all the while holding the ring out in front of himself as though to say, “look at this thing, look at what is about to happen to you.”
And Todd couldn’t help but look at the ring. Its band was made out of polished steel and even from a distance it was obvious that it had been made to accommodate an object far more girthy than a finger or toe. It was only once Alexandros got closer that Todd could see small inscriptions in the side, each of which was the same deep black color as the diamonds in the collar.
Alexandros bent over and held the ring slightly above Todd’s flacid cock, eliciting an immediate reaction from the ring as wispy pink tendrils coiled out of the runes. Like roots growing from a tree, the tendrils made their way down, wrapping themselves around Todd’s member. They hungrily caressed it, tugging and pulling as though trying to feed it to their source.
Todd felt himself growing erect. He knew that was what Alexandros wanted, what the tendrils wanted, what the ring wanted. He knew that his cock was growing right into a trap. But there was nothing he could do. The tendrils were so soft. So velvety. They were so tender as they rubbed over him, stimulating him, bringing him to the brink of pleasure. It was like a net of tongues wrapped around him, licking, kissing, doing everything they could to pamper him in ways that he hadn’t realized were possible.
He watched as the tip of his cock grew closer and closer to the ring. He felt it brush up against cold metal. He could feel the ring begin to wobble in Alexandros’ hand as the tendrils began pulling it down, greedily trying to feed it his manhood.
Alexandros held firm for a brief second and then, with a smirk, let go.
The ring shot out of Alexandros’ hand, effortlessly gliding down Todd’s shaft before gently coming to rest at the base of his cock, cold steel pressing tightly into warm flesh.
“Tell me Todd, do you prefer summer, or spring?”