Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 38

(sex ahead and trigger warning, sexual assault)
(Sean's POV)

It didn't take me long to come back from my orgasm because I was worried about him. Sometimes, he pushes himself too far, in my opinion, and, when he does things like that, I get really worried that he will push himself over the line and set himself back. I know why he does this; I know it's because he wants to do these things for me and that bothers me too because I don't need them for him to satisfy my basic needs.

Bending down, I took his hand and helped him up to his paws. I wrapped him in my arms and held him close to my chest. For a long moment, we just stayed like that, in the steady hiss of the shower and his periodic muffled coughs.

I loosened my arms around him as I leaned back and looked into his teary eyes. "Are you all right?"

He strained to say, with a grin, "I'd be better if you'd help me," as he ground his stiff member against me.

That wasn't the answer I was looking for and he knows it, but if I have to get him off to get the answer I wanted, I will do it. He moaned softly into my neck as I took hold of him and stroked. I worked him faster than I normally would. I wasn't trying to get him off in record time or anything like that, I just wanted to get him off quicker than usual.

I did torture him, as he did to me. Just like him, I knew all the things he liked and when to do them and in what order to do them. He kind of deserved it after what he put me through, right? It seemed fair to me.

Each movement of my hand was deliberate, with each pleasurable assault planned out two moves in advance. He whimpered as I twisted my wrist, gently squeezing the tip of his cock in my palm with every pump of my fist. It wasn't long before he was blowing his load.

His body crumbled against me in a fit of spasms, as silky strands of his cum covered the fur of my stomach and thigh. I made sure to get out every last drop of his seed, squeezing his cock between my fingers, pulling them up his length and over his sensitive tip, which caused him to shudder, hard.

He was weak in the knees, so I held him up, close to me, while he floated in euphoric bliss. To be honest, I was happy that he was enjoying this, but not so much about him making me do what I did to him.

I know that, for some reason, males are supposed to feel great when they make their partner gag. It boosts their ego or something, but that's not how it is for me. When I hear him gag, it makes me feel sick to the pit of my stomach and I don't want to continue any further after that. I know he wants me to do things like that to him, but because I worry I will hurt him and because I feel differently about it than other males, I don't want to do things like that to him.

I was already cleaning us up by the time he came back to reality. There were no words between us. He just watched me with satisfied eyes and a sated smile as I focused on washing our fur. Both of us got out of the shower, dried ourselves off and picked out a pair of boxers from a basket of clean clothes that he hadn't folded yet, and put them on.

His eyes changed from satisfied to mortified as I followed him down the hall to his room.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, a tremble of fear laced around his question.

"I'm sorry, but I can't sleep another night on your couch. My back can't take it," I said, standing in the doorway of his room. "I can go sleep at my place, if that's better for you?" I stepped back, out of his room.

"N-no," he said, quietly, as his ears lowered, just a fraction. "You can sleep in here, i-if that's what you want. But you have to stay on that side of the bed." He pointed to the left side of the bed.

"I will." I walked around the bed.

He watched me closely as I got into the bed, lifting the covers, and then crawling under them. He soon joined me. His hands shook and his ears flicked as he pulled back the covers, and then slid in under them. Clearly he was nervous about having me sleeping in the same bed as himself.