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Macaque sat on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding in his chest, tail swaying behind him frantically in a mixture of anxiety, anticipation and excitement.
He could hear noises coming from the bathroom, faint ones. Metal clinking, the sink running, Wukong's calm humming as he worked. He could see the edge of his figure through the doorway, watching him intently as he waited, this large, crude smile spreading across his face.
God it was always so thrilling to try something new. They had never done anything like this, and fuck something about it just set his skin on fire.
He glanced down at himself, glancing at the many little cuts spread out along his body, all places by the kings claws. He could heal them in minutes if he truly wanted to. But there would the fun be in that?
Then he planned between his legs, the purple plastic looming back up at him. He was almost completely naked, besides the cute little cock caged locked tightly around his member, preventing it from getting erect. God he loved that thing, bed been sceptical when wukong first suggested it but once he started he realized just how much he adores being denied and humiliated like this.
Another month and he can go down to an even smaller cage. Gods he can't wait.
"Oookay. Think I got everything set up. How ya feeling?"
Wukong asks, finally stepping back into the bedroom, a verity of items in his hands as he approaches the ape, waiting to hear his answer. Macaque looks up eagerly, nodding his head, that smile still plastered to his lips.
"I-im good! I mean. A little nervous, but definitely excited"
Macaque replies easily. Wukong smiles, glancing down at Macaque for a few seconds, his eyes wondering him almost like he's examining a picture.
"Good. Before we start, would you mind putting that white shirt on for me?"
Wukong asks, beginning to set out the items carefully on the table, all spread out across a fresh cloth. Macaque glances at the times for a moment, his heart skipping a beat when he sees them.
A pair of pliers, tweezers, disinfectant, several tissues and cotton buds.
He swallowed heavily, cock aching inside its cage just at the sight of them. Before finally shaking his thoughts away and glancing up at the king.
"Shirt? Wouldn't you prefer me naked?"
Macaque asks a tad confused. Wukong smile widens, glancing over at Macaque with slight amusement. He takes a step closer, gently raising a hand to hold the monkeys chin, tilting it up so their looming each other in the eyes.
"Usually yes, I love seeing that stunning body~ but I wanna see that shirt get stained. Imagine how hot you'll look covered in a mess of your own blood~"
Wukong tells him, his fangs flashing with a wide, almost evil smirk as he watches the other. Macaque flushes, utterly captivated by the others words. He briefly thinks of it, pictures the bright white being stained with his dark red, evidence of what they did today... fuck
"God wukong, where do you come up with this shit?"
He asks slightly breathless, reaching for the shirt in a hurry, eager to put it on. Wukong chuckles, moving his hand away from his chin and lifting it to gently pat macaque on the head.
"Hmm, it's not that special. You're just a bit slow. don't worry though. Sluts don't really need to think too hard, all you gotta do is sit there and look pretty, kay?"
Wukong replies easily, and Macaque chest only pounds harder. Fuck, he adored it when wukong spoke to him like that, used that gentle tone while degrading or insulting him. It made him feel dirty, and wrong. But in the best way possible.
Macaque quickly pulled his head through the shirt, pushing his arms out and turning to smile at wukong. Wukong smiles back, pleased. He slowly unbuckled his belt in front of the monkey, purposely letting macaque get a full show of him dropping his pants down to reveal his large standing cock. Hed already taken his shirt off, all he had to do was step out of the pants and crawl into bed.
"Alright, be a good boy and come sit in my cock yeah?"
He said, sitting against the bed board, legs set out straight along the bed, cock standing, waiting for Macaque to come take his respected seat.
Macaque almost whimpered at the words, waisting no time as he crawled into the ginger, tail wagging excitedly as he was pulled into the monkeys lap. Wukong held his hips, this bright smile on his face as he looked up at the shadow, and slowly he began to push him down, letting his cock press against his entrance before slowly slipping inside.
Macaque couldn't hold back the helpless moan he made at that, feeling his un-prepped hole stretch around the large member, eyelids fluttering as he felt himself sink down, it burying deeper and deeper inside his ass, the stretch stinging painfully, exactly how he liked it.
Wukong groaned a bit, clearly enjoying the right squeeze around his cock. His claws digging into the others hips slightly as he sunk lower and lower untill he was completely inside the other, his insides squeezing and fluttering around his cock pleasantly.
"God macaque~ you make such a perfect cock sleeve~"
Wukong mutters, giving a little grind up into the other. Macaque moans at the action, eyes rolling back just a little as the large member presses against his prostate, sending tremors of pleasure all throughout his body.
"Awww haven't even started and your close to cumming~"
Wukong teases, lowering his hand to gently tap his thumb against the plastic cage, pre-cum oozing out of the small slit, his cock twitching frantically inside its prison.
"Such a whore aren't you? Can't even hold it in for ten minutes. Suppose that's what you get when you fuck a slut"
He continues, grinding into that spot just a few more times as he speaks. Macaque begins trembling in his lap, eyes fluttering as his prostate it rubbed against again and again, hardly able to hear the words through the drunken haze of pleasure.
Wukong chuckles, watching him fall deeper into that dark dumb corner in the back of his mind, the corner that always has him drooling like a fucked out bitch.
"Well, do you wanna start?"
Wukong asks, reaching over to the tools on the side table. Macaque glances down, still a little slow as he proces it, then sees the pliers in his hand and lights up, eagerly nodding his head.
Wukong snickers. Smiling wide as he brings them up, and using his other hand to hold Macaques mouth open, pressing his thumb into the back of his teeth to force his jaw wide.
"Remember, if you don't like it all you gotta do is tug my shoulder a few times and I'll stop. Ok?"
Wukong says, his voice a little more serious then a moment ago as he brings the pliers closer and closer to his open mouth.
Macaque feels his heart begins to hammer, his fur puffing up at the back of his neck and tail, eyes glazing over as he waits with anticipation, practically vibrating from the excitement. He gives a little nod, acknowledge what wukong has said. Wukong nods back, and finally he feels cold metal begin to enter past his lips.
It moved around for a moment, gently pressing and tapping long each tooth teasingly, causing macaque to whine impatiently. He idly lets his tongue move against them, curiously. And notes the strong taste of rubbing alcohol on them, most likely from when wukong had deep cleaned then, not wanting to use dirty pliers on his lover.
Finally, he feels presser on one tooth, his top left canine, the metal clamping down tightly on the white tooth.
Macaques body stiffens on instinct, eyes wide as he sits there, a mild panic rising in his chest that he can't help. He looks wukong in the eye, who's staring back at him intently, watching Macaque with a serious gaze.
There's a long pause between the two, wukong just quietly waiting for a moment, pliers still clamped tightly on his tooth. Then finally, after a moment longer, he feels it begin to .
Macaque holds still. Waiting as it pulls more and more, the pliers clamping down so tightly he swears he can hear the tooth cracking.
He begins to feel this throbbing feeling in his gums, whining as the throbbing progressively gets worse and worse, untill it's become an intense pain. He feels to root of his tooth shift out of place, and suddenly his whole body jolts, white hot blaring agony shooting through him as it's half hazardly yanked out of place.
Wukong plucks the whole tooth from the gum, his grin widen when he pulls it out from Macaque mouth and takes a moment to look at him, humming happily to himself when he sees the white gem.
"Such pretty teeth~ I'll have to keep these afterwards. How are you feeling love?"
He asks calmly, placing the tooth down on the clean cloth to the side, ignoring the blood beginning to drip down between them.
Macaque is sat there, shaking, his entire figure trembling, fur puffed up. His head is trembling, mouth hanging open as he makes faint gasping sounds. Tears have begun streaming down his face, his breathing becoming uneven and shaky as he looks down at the monkey, blood pooling in his mouth and down his chin, staining to perfect white shirt.
Wukong just smiles, casually. Taking a look at that painted Express, the pure agony in those eyes from having his tooth yanked out. He can only imagine how that must feel, and god does it turn him on.
He feels himself throbbing inside the ape, biting his lip slightly as he imagined just how unbearable it must feel. Hed done a little research before now on adult teeth. Having one plucked from the root is no small feet, it's agonizing. It feels like a hammers beens smashed inside your jaw repeatedly. This horrible bruised feeling that comes right from the nerve and throbs all the way up your jawbone.
"Does it hurt?"
Wukong asks, tilting his head. Macaque takes in another shaky breath. He's barely holding it together. It's unbearable. It's so much worse then he ever imagined. He's had teeth knocked out before but usually they snap or chip out. He's never had one ripped right form the root, and it is so much worse.
His head feels fuzzy, blinding pain overwhelming him, making hard to think. His vision is blurry from tears and he can barely breath, each breath a sharp stab into the wound.
But god. god he's so fucking turned on.
He can't describe it. Why feeling this way does it for him so much, why this intense pain feels so fucking good but it does. It's so good it drives him mad. His heart throbs with the need for more, while his mind dreads the thought of doing it again. He ignores his mind, desperate for another hit, another fix of that sweet sweet pleasure only pain can give him.
His cock aches, practically leaking pre-cum through his cage. He isn't sure he'll last much longer before cumming, he's already so damn close.
"You wanna keep going?"
Wukong asks happily, raising the plyers just near his mouth, teasingly. Waiting to see what Macaque will say before starting.
That's the thing he loves about wukong. He's had sessions like this with past lovers, doing masochist things with them. But every sadists he's ever been with enjoys seeing him hurt, enjoys watching him suffer, and they always take it too far to the point it stops being fun anymore.
When he learned wukong was a sadist, he's been anxious about starting anything like this. But then he discovered something wonderful about the ginger. Wukong refused to do anything if macaque didn't want him to. Refused to keep going without his strict agreement, never took it any further then agreed apon. It was a beautiful thing, honestly. He adored it about him. It was the first time he felt he could fully indulge in his twisted fantasies without having to worry about it being taken to far.
Because he trusted wukong.
He gave a shaky nod, bearable able to speak a word, and to show his enthusiasm he gave a little rock of his hips, grinding down on his cock while his insides squeezed and fluttered about his erection.
Wukong bit his lip, closing his eyes for just a second as his cock was grinded on, groaning under his breath as the ape pleasured him. Then looked back up.
"Ok starting to realize performing something so surgical while your squeezing my cock like a whore might not be such a good idea"
He says, hands suddenly a little shakier then they were a moment ago, most likely from the pleasure. Macaque tries to chuckle but it comes out slightly gurgled from the build up of blood in his mouth, clogging his throat slightly. He makes an attempt to swallow it but before he can wukong is tilting his head downwards, forcing the blood to pour out down his chin.
"Carful, don't want you to choke"
He says sweetly, letting all the blood pour out while he picks up a cotton bud, then tilts Macaques head up and begins dapping at the blood inside, trying to manage it.
"I'll choke you after if you really want, but for now I'd prefer if we just stuck to the teeth pulling, ok?"
Wukong adds with a sly grin. Macaque shivers at that, the thought sending fireworks off in his head. God he couldn't get enough of this man, he wanted more of him, more more more all the time, always.
Finally wukong brings the plyers back up, he flashes macaque one last glance, a chance to stop if he really wants to, before finally pushing them back in, and picking his next tooth.
He's actually disappointed when he runs out of teeth to pluck.
Wukong pulls it out of his mouth with this huge, triumphant grin, looking at the large molar with such pride and delight.
"There, all done. Not a single pearl left~"
He says, pressing his finger inside of Macaques cheek and pushing his jaw open wider to look at the bloodies gums.
He looks like a grandma who forgot to put their dentures in. Just bumpy gums with nothing else. His mouth it completely full of blood, it flowing out down his chin and neck like a waterfall. Wukongs hands are covered in it, smearing the blood against his cheeks Everytime he needed to hold the ape, causing him to look like an absolute mess.
Tears are streaming uncontrollably at this point, his entire body is shaking and his chest is heaving in desperate shaky breathes. He's making small gasping sounds, hiccups as he stares with a foggy expression.
His entire head feels like it's on fire, he feels like he's just had a hammer slammed around the inside of his jaw. Every square inch of his mouth aches with that horrible throbbing pain that reaches all the way up to his ears, the slightest touch sending shocks of electricity that could make him pass out.
Hed though the first tooth was bad, but once they started getting to the molars he couldn't contain his agonized screams, gripping to the monkey for dear life as the tooth was yanked from its gums.
Hed cum on the third tooth, a pathetic dribbles of white spurting out of his cage while the tooth was plucked, a loud hopeless sound escaping his mouth as he was flooded with the most intense ecstasy of his life, that pain mixing with his overwhelming pleasure.
Hed cum a few more times after that. Each time receiving several mocking comments from the king that made the whole thing just that much better. He never wanted it to end, never wanted to leave this spot, never wanted to pain to stop. It was heavenly.
But it was over now. Wukong had told him at the start he was only willing to pluck one set of teeth. Even if he could grow them back fairly quickly, he wasn't comfortable removing more then one set in case it did eventually lead to permanent damage. Besides, if Macaque had it his way they'd be here all night.
"There you go~ such a good pain slut. Did you like that? Felt good?"
Wukong asks condescendingly, placing the last tooth down with the small pile. He watches the expression on his face, feels his cock throbbing at the sight of this tears. He listened to Macaques gasping shaky breath and can't help the overwhelming arousal as he listened to just how much he's hurt Macaque. There's a sick thrill to it, a twisted delight he gets seeing Macaque so utterly wrecked like this, out of his mind from the pure agony he's had to endure. He could cum right now if he let himself just from the sight alone.
But it's not time for that yet. Because their not finished.
Macaque can barely hear the ape, his ears ringing and mind too broken to fully process the words. He feels a hand on his hip, and suddenly he's being pulled forward. Wukong gently guides macaque against himself, tilting his head down to allow the copious amounts of blood to pour downwards, preventing him from choking. He rests macaques forehead against his shoulder, and raises a hand to gently stroke his back in a soothing motion.
Macaque watches idly as blood drips down between than, staining them both with the red. There's blood everywhere, the shirt completely covered in it, the bed sheets stained with it, wukong is practically drowning in his blood at this point.
Hed been worried about the mess at first but wukong had assured him he liked the blood. It was like a reminder of what was happening, evidence left behind if their fun. Wukong always liked evidence of their session, no matter what kind it might be. Wether it was a harsh bite on the neck to show he'd been there, torn sheets from Macaque clawing at it, cum stained clothes he refused to clean for a few days, just looking at them with an odd pride or more. He loved keeping a little evidence of it. Even if it was just for a few days.
Macaque likes that about him. It felt romantic, in a fucked up way. Like when you hold on to a bouquet of roses long after it's wilted, because you don't want to forget the moment someone gave them to you. He adored that wukong wanted to remember their time together, it made him feel just that much more loved.
Wukong continued to rub his back, trying to calm him down enough to understand a full sentence. Letting the ape settle down a little before they carried on, if he wanted to carry on at all.
He could still feel wukong inside him. A comforting point that kept them connected, it made him feel even closer somehow. It made him feel warm, and fuzzy inside. This slight giddiness from holding the sage inside him.
Jeez they really were fucked in the head.
"Macaque? You with me?"
Wukong asked gently. Macaque made a soft sound, not really able to talk anymore. And not wanting to. The thought of moving his jaw was too painful right now.
"You remember what comes next?"
Wukong asks, continuing to hold the ape, his palm running circles around his back. Macaque makes another sound. Groggy. His mind tries to search for what the words mean, eyes closing for a moment as he ponders.
Then it comes to him. Right, it isn't over just yet. There was one more thing they had planned, one more thing to finish off the night.
He nods his head against Wukong's shoulder. A new spark of excitement lighting in his gut, tail flicking behind him at the thought. How could he forget that?
Wukong smiles. He stops his gently rubs against his back, and instead raising his hand up to thread his fingers through his hair gently, stroking his head sweetly.
"Do you still want to?"
Wukong asks, and Macaque feels his heart melt at the words. Something about the level of consent he requires to continue anything has Macaques knees going weak. God he loves this man.
Again he nods, with a little more urgency. His mouth is still hanging open lazily, blood trickling out but beginning to slow down now. Wukong smile widens, a flair of excitement rising in his chest. He would never force macaque to do something like that, but God he won't deny how excited he's been by the thought.
"Just let me know when your ready. Kay~"
Wukong adds, and Macaque can hear the happiness in his voice, how thrilled he is for the next part. Macaque waits another few seconds. Letting himself recover just a bit more before he finally pulls himself up. Sitting up straight and looking at the monkey.
He nods his head again, still not able to talk properly with his mouth the way it is. Wukong hums, staring st his bloodied face for a moment.
"Now? You sure?"
He asks, and Macaque nods his head again, making a little whining sound to show his eagerness. Wukong just laughs, moving his hands down to grip the others hips.
"You really are the world's biggest whore~ can't go two seconds without your fix can you?"
Wukong says as he slowly begins to pull Macaque off his cock.
Macaque groans, lamenting the loss of that pressure inside him but allowing it for the excitement of what comes next.
Wukong pulls Macaque off his lap, using his tail to toss a pillow on the ground and gently guides Macaque down onto the floor. Macaque does, easily. Kneeling down on the given pillow and settling on the ground in front of the monkey, looking up excitedly.
Wukong hums, shuffling around till he's sat at the edge of the bed in front of Macaque, legs spread to show his long, angry looking cock. He's been inside Macaque for the last hour, enduring all of macaques orgasm with non of his own. His cock looks ready to burst at this point.
He reaches over for a baby wipe, ones hed brought specifically for this reason and begins to briefly clean his cock off. Not wanting Macaque to have to taste his own filth. So considerate.
He points his cock downwards, aiming the top towards Macaque and smiling at him, offering it like a treat.
Macaque looks at the long length. A crude smile trying to spread across his face despite the painful state of his mouth, and he leans forward, eagerly taking the base in his hand.
Wukong leans back, hand on the bad behind him as he watches macaque, tail swaying behind him excitedly as he waits for him to start. Macaque leans forward, blood still trickling down his chin. He attempts to press a small kiss to the tip, watching at it twitched. Then finally, he spreads his mouth open wide, ignoring the way his jaw throbs in protest at the sensation and beginning to lean forward, gently allowing Wukong's cock to slide along his perfectly empty gums.
Wukong bites his lip as he watches, staring down at Macaques empty mouth, the almost disturbing sight doing something to him nothing else ever has. He feels his cock slide along those slimy gums, no teeth to get in the way, plenty of blood to let it slip in and it's just as heavenly as he thought it would be.
This is actually where this whole thing started. Macaque has given a blowjob a while back. And accidentally scratched him with his teeth. It wasn't odd, that's just something that happens every now and then, especially with sharker monkey teeth like their own.
So. Wukong had then made the joke
"if you keep nicking me I'm gonna have to pluck those damn teeth out"
It had been a joke at the time. An empty threat to go along with their play. But Macaque had been hooked on the idea, and soon began asking about it in a more serious level.
Now they were finally doing it, finally here, not a tooth left, his mouth perfectly smooth and wet to such wukong off. Just like he wanted.
Wukong moaned as he felt himself go deeper, beginning to press into the back of his mouth, and down his throat. Macaque was such a good cock whore, so good at swallowing his lovers cock without even gagging. He's gotten use to deepthroating him by now.
Macaque pushes further and further, tears beginning to prick as waves of pain began to hit him again, each slide and glide of Wukong's cock along his sensitive gums like sharp blades stabbing deeper and deeper into his jaw.
He pressed forward, untill finally his nose and buried in a healthy bush of orange pubes, looming up at wukong with teary eyes, tail wagging behind him happily.
"Fuuuuuuuck oh my god~ Macaque that's so fucking good, it's so good holy shit~"
Wukong says slightly breathless, looking down at him with pleasure written all over his face. Macaque takes pride in that, always happy to know he's pleasing wukong just as much as wukong pleases him. He's done so much for him today, this is the least he can do.
"I ain't gonna last long, you ok to start sweetheart?"
Wukong asks, lowering a hand to gently cradle the back of Macaques head, tangling his fingers in his hair and waiting for his answer. Macaque makes a muffled humming sound, looking up at him eagerly as his tail wags even faster.
Wukong laughs at the response. He's so lucky to have such a good slut.
Without another word wukong begins to pull his head back, gently sliding Macaque off his cock, before pushing him back down. Macaque whimpers a bit, pain flaring even worse at the sensation, but he continues anyway, adoring every second of it.
Wukong begins a steady pace down his throat, bucking his hips while pulling Macaque back and forth, bobbing his head along his cock. He makes a few sounds, moans as he fucks himself inside the others mouth.
Macaque sits still and let's wukong have his way with him, to fucked out to really do anything besides lazily suck. His jaw aches horribly, his gums are sore and sensitive and his head feels fuzzy from the overload of sensation he's getting. This very well might be the most painfully blowjob he's ever given in his life. And something about that only turns him on more.
Wukong doesn't take long to get close. He's been pent up for so long it's impossible to hold off for very long.
It's a shame really, he would have loved to drag this out as long as possible. But he's already reaching his limit. And he's worried their gonna reach Macaques limit soon too. He can only take so much before falling just a bit too far into that dark spot of his brain.
So he allows himself to get close, moaning happily as he fucks a little faster into the others throat, cock sliding in sloppily along the blood and spit, adoring the cute little sucks macaque tries to give.
With a loud shout he cums. Burying himself deep inside the apes mouth as he dumps his load down his throat, moaning loudly as his orgasm swallows him whole, legs twitching from the blissful sensation.
Macaque is more then happy to swallow down every drop, gulping his seed like it's sweet honey. It's hard to state it over all the blood in his mouth, but he gets a faint taste of the salty cream and can't help grinning when he tastes it mixed together with his own blood.
Wukong waits a moment, panting heavily as he comes down from the high. Groaning as his body falls limp, satisfaction spreading throughout his body.
He gently slides himself out of macaques mouth, adoring the needy little whine he makes at the loss of cock in his mouth. Damn whore.
He looks down and marvels in the mess he's made, taking a moment to just admire his pretty stained face.
His eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with his blood, a line going through it from his tears. His mouth is hanging open slightly, a mixture of blood and cum evident, showing on his tongue. White and red swirling together to make an almost pink colour. He's almost call it cute.
Macaque sits there panting, eyes glazed over. Officially at his limit for the night, much more and he's not sure he'll ever be the same again.
He closes his mouth and swallows the substance, moaning slightly at the taste of it. Then feels a gently hand rest on his cheek. He looks up to find wukong vent over him, both hands holding Macaques face, cradling his cheeks sweetly. He pressed their for heads together lovingly, closing his eyes and just holding the other for a moment.
Macaque rests for a moment. Adoring being held by his lover. But then he begins to feel a warmth spread throughout his cheeks, and notices the faint golden glow coming from the others palms.
After a moment the heat increases, to this nice pleasant warmth spreading out across his face. Then he feels his gums behind to tingle.
It hurts at first, this odd ache that makes his nose scrunch up, just after a few seconds the pain subsides and is replaced with a slightly irritating feeling, like an ich. He doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything. Just sits with his mouth slightly open, letting wukong do what he's doing. Feeling his teeth slowly grow back into place.
The overwhelming pain from before subsides slowly, and after a few more seconds he's finally left with a full mouth of healthy white pearls, not an ounce of pain to be felt.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. But he can't help adore the way wukong always makes sure to take care of him, and is a little relieved to finally be able to think straight again.
"You ok?"
Wukong asks in this gentle tone, still holding Macaques face, still pressing their for heads together lovingly. His voice is full of genuine care for the other, and Macaque almost squeals at just how affectionate wukong is with him.
He smiles, lifting a hand to gently hold one of Wukong's, nuzzling into his palm lovingly and placing a soft kiss to it.
"Never better~"