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“Do you think it’s too kinky?”

Gris held his breath as he waited for Dwayne to respond.  He had been building up to this for weeks, gathering his courage in order to give this request.  His biggest fear was that Dwayne was going to leave him for this--the trans man was still sure that his last relationship had ended thanks to his peculiar tastes.

But to his surprise and relief, Dwayne laughed, and his wolf lover gave him a comforting side-hug.  “Not at all,” he told Gris, giving him a comforting smile.  “I’ve actually been wanting to introduce you to shibari. . . Perhaps tonight’s the perfect time?”

Gris smiled, almost crying with happiness.  “Yeah!  That would be great!”

“Alright.”  Dwayne grinned.  “I’m looking forward to it.”

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That night, after they discussed the scene, Dwayne let Gris into the bedroom.  When the human entered, he saw a string of red rope sitting on the bed, and sucked in a breath.  “Thought the color might suit you,” Dwayne told him, scooping up the rope and closing the door.  “Now, first things first.  Have you been tied up before?”

“No,” Gris admitted.  “It’s something I’ve dreamed about, but haven’t done yet myself. . . Is that weird?”

“Of course not!  We all have our kinks,” the wolf said, winking knowingly at him.  “Since you’re new to this, let’s just go with tying your wrists for tonight, ok?”

Gris was a bit disappointed, but he nodded--surely his boyfriend knew best.  “Sounds good.”

“And you know the safeword?”

“Of course: magenta.”

“Good.”  Dwayne smiled, and then he shifted into his dominant persona.  “Now, kneel on the ground for me, food.  You can’t escape me now, so don’t bother trying to resist.”

Gris obeyed, getting on the carpeted floor, his gaze only meeting Dwayne’s legs now.  “Very nice,” the wolf said, circling him.  “Now that I’ve caught my prey, I’d like to keep it. . .”

He got behind Gris and brought the human’s wrists together, starting to wrap the rope around them.  Gris gasped as it grazed against his skin, then landed there, firmly sealing his position as a captive.  When the knot tightened and sealed, his feelings only increased, his exhilaration over being bound sending him directly into subspace.

“Good boy,” Dwayne purred, testing the knots.  He went back in front of Gris, and kneeled in front of the human.  “Looks like you’re caught, prey,” he sneered.  “Have anything to say to yourself?”

“Fuck you,” Gris managed to snap--it was a good thing they’d discussed this beforehand, because his mind was drifting quickly.

“Oh, I’d rather if you didn’t,” the wolf replied snarkily, “considering it’s time for lunch..  So if you don’t mind. . .”

Dwayne opened his mouth wide, and suddenly, a slobbering maw was descending onto Gris.  The human managed to cry out right before it snatched up his face and neck.

The tongue attacked relentlessly, tasting his head and tangling his long hair as it did so.  Gris gasped for air, and tried to pull himself out of his predicament--but his hands were stuck, and before he could remove his face from the mouth, the predator swallowed.

/Gulp!/  The human was launched right into a dark, squeezing throat, surrounded on all sides by living, pushing walls.  This space wouldn’t let him go no matter how hard he tried, and Gris pushed his hands again, trying to free them.  But Dwayne’s knots were perfect, and refused to let him go.  He was truly stuck--and that was getting Gris very turned on.

/Slurp!/  Another swallow pushed him further downward, and his bound arms, stuck behind his back, entered the space.  Dwayne tasted them like the meat they were, not stopping his energized feeding, and Gris tried to back out with his feet.  But the predator simply tipped his head up, and let the human’s legs hang off the ground..

/Gllk!/  Gris was shoved further into the throat, and his head pushed past the barrier and into Dwayne’s stomach.  It growled in greeting, and the human’s struggles began again, twisting and turning to try and get himself out of this predicament.  But the predator’s grip remained firm.  Above, the last of his arms were being tasted, and Dwayne teased Gris’s wrists, licking the rope and emphasizing just how much trouble he was in.  Then, another swallow shoved the human right into the belly walls.

/Slorp!/  All that was left to eat was Gris’s legs, which dangled loosely from Dwayne’s mouth, barely kicking.  The human tended to dive deeper into subspace when he entered the stomach--and considering he was already deep in, it was getting hard to struggle.

/Glorp!/  Dwayne sucked in Gris’s legs like spaghetti strands, and then swallowed his feet in a single gulp.  A moment later, they joined the human inside of the stomach, crowding the space and making it hard to move.  Normally Gris would adjust his position, but his bound hands made that quite difficult, leaving him in an awkward spot.  But there was something really hot about that. . .

/BUUURP!/  The wolf let out a loud belch, and patted his stomach.  “You were delicious, snack,” he said.  “Best meal I’ve had in awhile.  Shame I need to digest you--you make a great plaything.”

Gris listened, but didn’t respond, leaning against the churning walls of the belly.  In his and Dwayne’s fantasies, he was trapped in here, left to be broken down into energy for the wolf.  And the rope seemed to almost emphasize that fact, stopping his struggling and restricting his movements.

The human closed his legs and grinded his legs together, masturbating as softly as he could.  He didn’t want to accidentally kick out and hurt his boyfriend, after all.  As he did so, the stomach growled around him, only increasing Gris’s horniness and making him moan.  Fuck, this was good.  This was right.

He found the right spot, and a cry escaped Gris’s throat--he gasped in happiness.  His senses were being overloaded: the growling and movement of the belly, along with the feeling of the rope against his skin, was just too much.  Another scream escaped him, and Gris reached his peak, letting out a happy sigh and stopping his grinding.

Now satisfied, he settled against the stomach and closed his eyes, feeling the rope against his wrists.  After being eaten, one deserved a good nap.

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“Gris?  Gris?”

Gris woke up to the sounds of Dwayne calling him.  “I’m here,” he said groggily.  Instinctively the human wanted to wipe his eyes, but when he tried to move his hands, he remembered.  The rope.  Fuck, they’d actually done it!

“It’s time to get you out,” the wolf called.  “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

There was a familiar /lurch/, and Gris found himself sucked upwards, traveling up the throat and into Dwayne’s mouth.  The wolf reached in and pulled Gris out, holding the human in his arms.

Dwayne affectionately licked his lover’s face, and smiled.  “Alright,” he said with a smile.  “Let’s untie you and get some water.”

A drink and a blanket later, the two were sitting on the couch, relaxing in each other’s arms.  Gris was slowly starting to come out of subspace, and a blush spread across his face.

“You embarrassed?” Dwayne asked.

“Always,” Gris muttered.  “I can’t believe I like such kinky shit.  Fuck, I’m terrible.”

“No you’re not,”  Dwayne reached over and affectionately petted the human’s hair.  “You’re /normal/, babe.  I keep telling you.  There’s nothing wrong with you.”  He smirked.  “Plus, I’m more than happy to tie you up and swallow you whole.”

The human smiled.  “Thanks.”

“So, you enjoyed it?” Dwayne asked.  “I mean, kinda /seemed/ like you were from what you were doing in there, but. . .?”

Gris blushed again.  “I liked it a lot,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair.  “I didn’t think getting eaten by you could get any better, but somehow it did.  I . . . enjoy . . . being restricted like that.”

“I’m glad.”  Dwayne leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.  He smiled.  “Maybe we can tie up more than just your wrists next time.”

Gris’s face lit up in delight.  “I’d love that.”

“Great!  Now.”  The wolf stood up.  “Vanilla mint tea?”

“You know it,” Gris said.

And so the two lovers cuddled on the couch with their drinks, discussing their next session.  It would definitely involve more rope this time.