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Tender Loving Chains	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I’m trying a faster method for entering the paragraph formatting. If the upload gets screwed up because of that, it will be fixed. If it works, yay, I can save a lot of keystrokes in the future!
Wario was covered in mud and in some pretty serious pain by the end of his striker’s match with Daisy. She’d quickly made him regret the laugh he’d had at being paired up with a princess on his first day. The bitch got so competitive in the heat of a game. And she was fast.
Players were housed with easy access between the arena and the hotel. He trudged back up to his room with little regard for the brown footprints he left in his wake. Wario didn’t feel like dealing with a locker room environment if it wasn’t necessary. He deserved a private space for post-game TLC and until the stadium was willing to provide it for him on site, they could just deal with the dirt in their lobby. Besides that, he had something much better waiting back at his room.
The room was in a state of distinct disarray when Wario entered. The bed spreads had been stripped off and weren’t immediately visible. The sheets were stretched across the gap between the beds, held in place by pillows and the cushions from the pair of chairs near the window. Waluigi was on the floor inside the pillow fort, stretched out on a nest made from the comforters. The television was on, but the sharp eyes were on Wario as he entered.
“Did you win?” Waluigi asked.
Wario frowned. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“So you lost?” Waluigi sat up on his knees, but remained hunched over so as not to disturb the roof on his little tent.
Wario peeled off his jersey and chucked it at a corner of the room. “I need a bath.”
“Right.” Waluigi scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the bathroom.
Seconds later the sound of water reached Wario’s ears. He smiled as he peeled the rest of his clothing off. He almost felt better already. Waluigi sat on the floor of the bathroom with his ankles crossed under him. His t-shirt sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders. As soon as the fat man lowered himself into the warm, soapy water, Waluigi grabbed a washcloth and went to work on Wario’s back and shoulders. Full disclosure, Wario could take or leave a regular bathing routine. These exercises were all about pampering his ego and wallowing in a little excess.
Case in the point, the odd pet he’d acquired some years back. The tip of Waluigi’s tongue protruded between his lips as he concentrated on wiping the grit from Wario’s arm with long, indulgent strokes. He worked with an eager preoccupation and attention to detail that he didn’t normally exhibit outside of their kinky games. Being the center of that intense focus made Wario feel like a king.
The hands worked their way across and down the hairy expanse of Wario’s chest. Wario reclined with his elbows resting on the sides of the tub as he watched his cohort with half lidded eyes. Waluigi leaned over the side, finding his way around the swell of Wario’s stomach by touch. The fat man smirked as the free floating edges of the wash cloth ghosted past his genitals. On one level he wanted Waluigi to go for it now, but a hand job in the bathtub would end the game too soon.
Wario was tracing the sharp jaw line of his pet with one finger, gloating over the faint blush it brought forth, when Waluigi pressed too hard on a bruise he couldn’t see through the soap. Wario let out a grunt of discomfort and twitched away. Waluigi’s hands withdrew instantly to the side of the tub. They clutched the porcelain ledge on either side of the pointed chin as Waluigi gazed up at Wario with wide eyes.
“What’d I do?” He asked.
“Ball hit me in the side of the knee. Must’ve hit harder than I thought.” As he spoke, Wario raised the knee in question out of the water to look at it.
“Oh.” Waluigi stared at the purple splotch, too. “Should I get some ice?”
That actually sounded like a really good idea to Wario, though probably not for the same reason that Waluigi thought of it. He nodded. “You do that. I’m gonna get dried off.”
Waluigi unplugged the drain and got Wario a towel without being asked. Wario grinned as he watched him. Such a good little pet when he wanted to be… The thin man hovered uncertainly for a second as Wario dried himself off.
“Before you go, I want you to get something from my suitcase,” Wario said with a devious glint in his beady eyes.
“What?”
“You’ll know it when you see it. It’s in the inside pocket.” Wario listened to the sounds through the open bathroom door. A zipper. A little shuffling around. A pause. More excited shuffling around. Wario chuckled to himself.
Waluigi abruptly reappeared kneeling in the bathroom doorway. His boney shoulders were hunched and his hands were clasped tightly in his lap. A strip of black leather protruded from his fists. Wario took his time getting back to him despite the eager glimmer in his cohort’s angular eyes. The fat man patted himself dry and checked his moustache in the bathroom mirror. The tip of his finger rubbed an imaginary smudge from his gold tooth. Getting Waluigi all hyped up and then making him wait was almost as amusing as playing with him.
Wario plucked the collar from the slender hands and stood behind Waluigi to put it on him. “Just a reminder,” he growled into a pointed ear, “to stay focused and hurry back.”
Waluigi nodded quickly.
“Good.” Wario went to rearrange the blankets and pillows while the other man hurried out of the room. He wrapped himself in a fluffy robe that he’d stolen from a maid cart outside of Mario’s suite--the righteous midget’s sugar momma footed the bill for a lot of things and Wario fed off of it whenever he could. He wasn’t jealous of the brothers’ special treatment like Waluigi, though. In fact Wario took great pleasure in glimpsing the snapshots of egotistical excess Mario occasionally exhibited. It told him that no matter how kind and good the hero tried to be, there was always just little of kernel of Wario in there somewhere. Ha!
He skimmed through the channels as he waited for the sound of Waluigi at the door. He’d noticed the keycard sitting on the edge of the dresser even as Waluigi stepped out into the hall. His mind was already trying to envision when Waluigi would realize he’d forgotten it. When the sound of the handle rattling once preceded a brief pause, Wario’s grin widened. He’d forgotten the door locked at all, hadn’t he? Wario’s eyes were no longer on the television, but he didn’t get up either. This was going to get milked for all it was worth.
“Wario?” Waluigi called.
“You forgot something,” Wario said.
A sheepish, “Yes.”
“That’s a problem.” Wario stood up and moved closer to the door.
“Let me in.”
Was that a whine? Wario so enjoyed finding new ways to bring out that helpless, pleading whine. “Why? I’m not the one who forgot the key. We’ve talked about your forgetfulness, Walu. As far as I’m concerned you can stay out there all night.”
“But…”
“But what?” Wario eyed the painted surface between them with barely repressed glee.
“But I… I wanted…”
“Wanted what?” Wario prompted.
“…Wario…”
“Quit whining and say what you want to say.”
A slightly lower voice now, barely audible through the wood. “There are people in the hall.”
“And you suddenly have dignity?” Wario teased.
“Please just let me in, they’re looking at me,” Waluigi begged.
Now they were getting somewhere. “Are you begging on your knees?”
“Yes!”
“If I open the door and you’re standing up, there’s gonna be trouble.”
“Wario, I swear, please let me in!”
The rotund villain opened the door. Waluigi was kneeling as he’d promised, with a full ice bucket on the floor between his knees. Pink flushed his ears and neck. Was it because he ran to the ice machine and back, or was he that frustrated? As Waluigi crawled inside the room, Wario leaned into the hallway to find a koopa and a boo watching curiously. “You can watch him suck my dick, but I charge admission,” Wario called to them.
They hurried off quickly.
“Heh,” Wario grinned to himself as he shut the door. He turned to find Waluigi sitting slouched against the wall with his legs folded around the bucket. “And you,” Wario said as he stepped closer and hooked a finger through the collar.
“Me what?” Waluigi asked innocently.
Wario’s grip on the collar guided his cohort in for a kiss. Waluigi melted into it instantly, like he hadn’t eaten all day and Wario had just shoved a cookie in his mouth. His long, sharp tongue reached desperately for Wario’s. The heavier man broke the kiss abruptly and caught the tip of the tongue in question between two fingers. “Wait a second.”
“Eh?” Waluigi looked honestly confused.
Once more Wario found his self tempted to shortcut some of the game’s procedures. The combination of the tilted head, the quirked eyebrows, and the tongue hanging out made Waluigi look irresistibly ridiculous. “Don’t ‘eh’ me. You took out your tongue ring.”
Waluigi tried to look down at his own tongue. All he did was add cross-eyed to the previous mix. Wario never would’ve used the word ‘cute’ to describe Waluigi. Obliviously desirable, maybe? There had to be a way to sum him up in one word…
“Ith mecths me alk thunny,” was Waluigi’s explanation, or at least as much of one as he could get out with Wario imprisoning his tongue.
Now he was just doing it on purpose. Wario almost wanted to fuck the silly bastard against the wall. Teach him a lesson for making Wario want him so badly. He released the slick piece of flesh. “You always talk funny,” he teased as his hands wandered down the narrow chest.
“Like it’s my fault I got screwed? If you had a double that sounded like Qbert, you wouldn’t-”
The lanky devil was easy to manipulate in some ways. Wario’s devious leer locked eyes with his partner as he pinched the pair of nipples rings beneath the black t-shirt. Waluigi’s rant ended with a sudden gasp. The thick fingers didn’t let go. “Quit whining, put your piercing back in, and come give me my rub down. I’ve had a rough day.”
That was all it took to regain control. Waluigi bit his lip as he nodded quickly. Wario patted him on the cheek and went to get comfortable on the bed. He pulled his arms out of the robe and left it draped across his ass and legs. Stretched out on his stomach, he folded his arms under his temple and watched the bathroom door. He couldn’t see inside from this angle, but he could see Waluigi’s shadow moving on the wall. He was taking off his shirt.
Wario rested his chin on his hands and stared at himself in the glossy wooden headboard. “Would you hurry up?” Wario demanded. He heard the bathroom light go out--it was one of those annoying things where the fan and the light shared the same switch.
“Sorry,” was the innocently submissive response.
Wario glanced suspiciously over his shoulder as Waluigi crossed the carpet. The beady eyes widened. Aside from the collar and a pair of striped, thigh-high socks, the long, lithe--hairless--body was completely nude. Somewhere between the mattress and his belly fat, Wario felt his cock twitch. For several seconds, he just took his time absorbing the image.
The tips of Waluigi’s ears turned pink as his own gaze darted away. In the same low voice he said, “Did- did you want me to start somewhere specific, or…”
Entranced by his lust the words ‘wherever you want’ were on the edge of Wario’s lips before he realized how submissive such a response would sound. Tricky, tricky pet. “You know what I like,” Wario said with feigned disinterest and put his forehead back on his arms.
Behind him he heard a rattle and a crinkle. Then a towel-wrapped bag of ice settled gently across his injured knee. The bed shifted slightly as Waluigi climbed up and straddled Wario’s hips. As Waluigi squirted massage oil into his palm, a few drops leaked between the long fingers and spattered Wario’s back. Wario grunted in approval as those fingers kneaded at the doughy flesh around his sides, back, and shoulders. The oil warmed to a pleasant tingle as his pet worked it into skin. There was nothing quite like a good massage after a hard afternoon of chasing a ball through mud. Waluigi shifted to one side as he worked his way down each of Wario’s legs in turn, navigating carefully around his bad knee.
By the time he finished and let Wario roll onto his back, there was an obvious tent in the white terrycloth draped across Wario’s pelvis. Waluigi adjusted the bag of ice for the new position and then mounted Wario again, straddling his thighs just behind the aforementioned tent. He squirted the oil directly onto Wario’s hairy chest this time, and then resumed the firm but gentle fondling. The slim form rocked forward and backward with the movements of his hands and arms. Through the fabric barrier, Wario felt the other’s hardness brushing against his own. He crossed his arms behind his head as Waluigi massaged his surprisingly firm pecs with gentle squeezes. Waluigi was smirking even though he continued to avoid eye contact.
“Lemme see it,” Wario said.
Waluigi’s eyes darted up, and then back down as his mouth opened just enough to let his tongue out. The little silver ball glimmered in the middle of it. Remembering the day Waluigi got it brought a fond smile to Wario’s face.
He hadn’t told Waluigi where they were going until he stopped his motorcycle outside the shop. His pet had hesitated at the door, demanding an explanation in that whiney tremor Wario so enjoyed. Wario had told him if he was quiet, he’d get a reward when they got home. The look on Waluigi’s face when Wario led him up to the counter and said he wanted to get Waluigi’s tongue pierced was a moment the fat man wished he’d committed to a photograph. The feeling of the slim digits squeezing his hand as Wario watched the needle slip through that long, clever tongue had met all of Wario’s expectations. They’d done Waluigi’s nipples a couple months later.
The agile fingers had made their way to Wario’s feet by the time the man returned from his daydreams. Waluigi lounged on his side next to Wario now, propped up on an elbow with his legs tucked back to avoid the headboard. Wario idly stroked one of the long calves through the black and purple stocking. Those legs. Those long, thin, flexible legs…
He felt slippery hands glide smoothly up the insides of his own shorter, hairier legs and under the robe. One wrapped around his shaft and the other cradled orbs of flesh hanging beneath it. Wario sighed and tightened his grip on Waluigi’s knee. Grinning now, Waluigi caught the edge of the fabric between his teeth and tossed it aside with an upward flick of his chin. His thumb massaged Wario’s testicles as he ran the smooth piece of metal in his tongue up the underside of Wario’s cock. The wet muscle curled around one side of his erection as it ran down and then back up the other side.
Wario watched as his partner closed his eyes and engulfed his member with a wet sucking sound. His hand stroked Wario’s joystick as he sucked him like a lollipop. Then Waluigi tilted his head for a better angle as he took the throbbing flesh into his throat with ease. Wario propped himself on his forearms so he could watch the head bobbing in his lap over the bulge of his stomach. Dexterous fingers danced the length of Wario’s member in perfect sync with the thin lips. “How’s the massage oil taste,” he teased through a husky breath.
Waluigi looked at him sideways and shrugged his slim shoulders. A sound that might’ve been a muffled answer sent subtle vibrations through his mouth and throat, but Waluigi never stopped what he was doing.
A devious grin parted Wario’s lips. Enough holding back. Time to get rough. “I know you can do better than that, Walu.” He grabbed the back of the collar to pull his pet away as he sat up. Waluigi made a short choking sound as Wario yanked him around where he could whisper in his ear. “I think being allowed to use your hands is interfering with your creativity. You know what that means.”
When Wario released him, Waluigi immediately slunk off the bed and went to retrieve more of the gear from Wario’s suitcase. When he turned around, he was holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs with a ring and a lock dangling from each of them.
Wario shook his head. “All of them, Walu.”
Waluigi returned to the bed with six cuffs and a length of chain. Wario buckled one cuff around each of his upper arms, just above his elbows. Then with a knee keeping Waluigi pinned belly down, he put the chain through their rings and used it for leverage to pull Waluigi’s elbows together behind him.
“Ah…” Waluigi gasped.
“Tight enough?” Wario purred. A pad lock kept the rings together once he removed the chain. Reaching under the other man’s restrained arms, Wario ran a beefy palm up and down the subtle bumps and ridges of Waluigi’s spine.
“Yes,” Waluigi breathed.
“Such a good little toy.” Wario placed a kiss just below the collar and then buckled a cuff around each thin wrist. This was probably the most fun part of set up and foreplay. He could fold his pet into so many interesting shapes. Choosing which impossible position he wanted to force upon the other’s body was never easy. He settled for simplicity and versatility this time, though. After securing the last two cuffs around his cohort’s ankles, he picked up the chain. Wario took his time threading it through the metal rings, letting Waluigi feel the cool weight of the links on his bare skin. His pet moaned and squirmed a little.
Next Wario grabbed each ankle in turn, folding Waluigi’s legs so that his feet touched his hands. He slipped the chain through the rings on those cuffs as well. Once he’d looped the whole thing through twice and locked the ends together with a second padlock, the rings were connected by a doubled circle of chain about a foot around. It left Waluigi with just enough slack between his wrists and his ankles to reposition himself as necessary, but still rendered him largely immobile.
“Much better,” Wario grinned. Without warning, he grabbed the restraints between Waluigi’s elbows and yanked him off the bed.
Waluigi let out a “Wah!” of surprise, but Wario was strong enough to make sure his knees didn’t hit the ground too hard. A thick hand wrapped around Waluigi’s cock and squeezed. Waluigi gasped but kept his head down.
“Looks like you’ve also got some swelling that might need ice,” Wario leered.
Waluigi’s thin eyebrows drew together and his eyes darted around. “Did… did I do something wrong?”
“I know how you forget things when your concentration wanders. It’s as much to help you as it is to punish you. We don’t want you jumping the gun again.”
“You can’t punish me twice for the same thing. It’s not fai-”
Wario gave the other man’s genitals a sharp tug to silence him. He leaned close to one of the pointed ears and growled, “When I make the rules, I get to decide what’s fair. Keep whining and you’ll be lucky if I let you cum at all.”
Waluigi continued to pout like a petulant child, but he kept his mouth shut. Wario poured off the water that had collected in the bag and added fresh ice. After retrieving a sock from his suitcase, he wrapped the improvised cold compress around Waluigi’s erection and slipped the sock over it to hold it in place. It was a slapdash job. Wario didn’t know how long it would actually last, but the half-swallowed whimper he heard from his pet sent a jolt of arousal through him.
“Can’t stop whining, can you?” Wario teased as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Get over here. I’ll shut you up myself.” A pudgy finger looped through the collar once more.
Waluigi put up just enough resistance to require the use of force, but once the thin face was buried between the flabby thighs that clever mouth went to work like there was nothing else he would rather be doing. It was hard to describe Waluigi’s technique, since naturally Wario couldn’t see what was going on inside of the orifice. Suffice it to say that long, slim tongue was just as flexible as the rest of him. It was the sort of tongue that could tie a bow in a cherry stem. It squeezed, it massaged, it tickled… all without ever leaving Waluigi’s mouth…
“You are gold at this, Walu,” Wario purred as he caressed the back of his cohort’s head. “I mean, damn…” He tilted his head, smiling affectionately as he slipped a hand under the other man’s cheek. “I’d bet a million coins Luigi can’t go down like you.”
Waluigi blushed again, but Wario felt the corner of his mouth twitch upward briefly. Of course he couldn’t smile with his mouth full of Wario’s family jewels, but it was clear he would have if he could.
Wario closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Waluigi’s head as he savored a particularly strong shiver of pleasure. When it passed again, he said, “I could throat fuck you all night. Would you like that?”
Waluigi nodded.
Wario grinned. “Really. You wanna choke on my cum?”
“Uhng huh…” Waluigi nodded again without stopping.
Wario snorted. “Is that what you want or is that what you think I wanna hear?”
The other man hesitated for a second and then, once more without stopping, said, “I eally an ou oo uck eh.”
At times like this it was unclear whether Waluigi was being a smartass, or if he was just trying to follow instructions. It was adorable either way. Wario yanked on the back of the collar to indicate that he could stop.
“I was hoping you’d fuck me,” Waluigi said in a low voice.
“Of course you were,” Wario said. “But the question is whether or not you deserve it.”
Waluigi hunched his shoulders. “Probably not, but I really want you to…”
“Oh, all right.” Wario caught him around the waist with both hands and tossed him easily onto the bed. For all his height, the skinny bastard didn’t weigh much. He laid him out so he was on his back with his knees up. The sock surprisingly enough remained more or less in place. The muscles around Waluigi’s abdomen and upper thighs were tense. Wario wrapped a fist around the bag and squeezed. Cold water leaked out over Waluigi’s pelvis. “Tell me who has your favorite cock.”
“You do…” The chains jingled as he writhed. “Please…”
Wario’s grip tightened, digging the edges of the surviving ice cubes into the sensitive flesh. “Tell me.”
“I- I love your cock. I want it. I need it. N-no one fucks me like you. Please, Wario…”
The large man’s ego throbbed ecstatically with each sentence his pet uttered. He obliged the thin lips with a deep, messy kiss. One hand freed Waluigi’s genitals from the improvised torture. The tense muscles relaxed until Wario began massaging the warmth back into the semi-flaccid member. Then Waluigi groaned and arched into his hand. “You’re a good pet, but you still don’t get to cum until I say you can.”
Waluigi nodded quickly, stammering as the thick fist pumped his shaft. “I- I know…”
Wario shifted into a position on top of his partner. He licked an earlobe, nibbled the lean neck, and then sucked at a nipple ring. Waluigi closed his eyes and squirmed, making little mewling noises as Wario worked his way down the lithe body. The slender thighs squeezed Wario’s waist. He sat up to admire the undulating stomach as his fingers tickled across Waluigi’s torso. Between Wario’s large hands and Waluigi’s small waist, Wario could wrap both hands all the way around him. “Turn over.”
Waluigi obeyed with some difficulty. Wario rubbed the backs of the smooth thighs for a while before hooking a finger in the top of each stocking. He pulled and let the material thwack back against Waluigi’s skin. Waluigi’s hands curled into fists as he sucked in a startled breath. Wario grinned and gave him a couple hard pats on the butt before standing up to find the massage oil. The bound doppelganger watched him with a small smile and sharp eyes.
When he returned to the bed Wario slathered his erection in oil and positioned himself between Waluigi’s spread legs. His hands settled on Waluigi’s ass cheeks and gripped them tightly as Wario rubbed his shaft between them. He felt Waluigi go tense as he usually did when Wario didn’t take time to stretch him first. It only took a few seconds for him to relax again. A few seconds after that, he had his hips raised in a silent plea, so frustrated and needy that he no longer cared if he was properly prepared or not. That was Wario’s cue to press inside.
There was resistance at first. Wario was thick. No matter how badly Waluigi wanted it there were limitations of natural anatomy to overcome. Waluigi bit his lip and whined as Wario’s girth glided deeper. About halfway in Wario pinched his butt to make him clench.
The chains jingled as Waluigi jumped and hissed. “Nn…”
Grinning, Wario lifted the hips until Waluigi was almost on his knees. It was an amusing balancing act with his legs folded the way they were and his arms trapped behind him. This was where the slack Wario had left came into play. It let Waluigi keep his feet out of the way as Wario hilted himself inside the tight little ass. Wario waited while his partner squirmed to get as comfortable as he could.
Sometimes he didn’t wait. Sometimes his pet got a little too bold and needed to be jackhammered until he wept apologies into his gag. But not this evening. As tempting as the alternative was, Wario waited for the subtle shift in muscle tension that told him it was okay to start grinding. He knew his pet’s favorite rhythm, too; a quick withdrawal that caused a cry of pain, followed by slow penetration that caused the writhing moans of delight.
Wario indulged Waluigi’s tastes for a while, but as the fat man’s own pleasure built the pace evened out and got a little rougher. A beefy fist gripped the metal rings between the elbow restraints for leverage as he pounded the eager ass with a sudden burst of energy. Wario pulled back hard enough to lift the thin chest off the bed. The delicate spine curved and the shoulder blades stood out beautifully. Waluigi tightened around his cock as the whines and whimpers built into happy sobs that could barely be heard over the headboard bouncing against the wall.
In an absent way Wario found himself trying to remember who was staying next door. Whoever it was he hoped they could hear.
Wario’s burst of energy finally snapped and he had to slow down to catch his breath. “You are such a whore for cock,” he grinned at the limp, panting figure under him.
“Only yours.” Waluigi watched Wario over his shoulder with one eye.
“That’s right…” Wario purred and lied down on top of him. Sweat slicked both of them. “You are my whore.” He crossed his arms under the slender torso as he continued with slower, gentler fucking. “My devious toy.” The willowy little body felt remarkably fragile under his bulk. “Mine, mine, mine…” He whispered as he nuzzled the back of Waluigi’s ear. The sheer sense of possession and ownership Waluigi gave him was exhilarating, plain and simple. He held the slippery bastard tighter as he rutted away vigorously.
The tension started in his pelvis and spread to his extremities in a star burst of ecstasy. Wario’s growled moans rose to drown out Waluigi’s cries. He wrapped one hand around the slender throat and one arm around the slender waist. He pulled Waluigi back onto him hard as his pelvis thrust forward and his cock spewed white fluid into his lover’s bowels.
Wario remained inside Waluigi’s back entrance when he once more stopped to catch his breath. He noted the lines of frustration tightening Waluigi’s face. The body under him bucked as though Waluigi wanted to finish himself on the sheet, even as the will to follow Wario’s orders made his eyes squeeze shut with concentration. The larger man enjoyed this image in silence for a bit before sitting up, taking Waluigi with him. With the skinny ass firmly seated on the semi-erect flesh protruding from Wario’s lap, a calloused hand finally wrapped around the bean-pole’s engorged cock.
Waluigi tilted his head back toward Wario’s shoulder as the fist pumped his length hard. “Oh, no… I’m gonna go, I’m gonna…”
“It’s okay,” Wario murmured. “You’ve been good. You’re allowed. Shoot one for me, come on…”
Waluigi panted and rocked his hips. Wario felt the twinges of arousal rising up again as his pet grinded in his lap, but with the all the physical activity in the past few hours he couldn’t find the strength to do much about it.

“Wah… aha… Ah!” Waluigi clenched around Wario’s dick in twitching waves.
He caught most of the liquid in his palm and brought his hand to Waluigi’s face. “Don’t forget to clean up after yourself,” Wario said.
Waluigi lapped up the contents of Wario’s hand with a single stroke of his tongue. He really was a good pet.
Wario wiped is palm on Waluigi’s back, lifted him off of his lap, and made his way to the bathroom to do a cursory clean-up. His legs felt like jelly and didn’t seem particularly into the idea of helping him stand at the moment. A couple minutes later, he returned to the room to find Waluigi stretched out on his back with a pile of chains and cuffs next to him on the bed. His elbows were still locked behind him and his eyes were closed. “Really? You couldn’t wait?”
Waluigi opened one eye. “Wah? Were we not done?”
“It’s not as much fun if I know you can get out at any time.” Wario flopped onto the bed.
“They were buckles and they were right next to my hands,” Waluigi grinned. “I thought you already knew.”
Wario shook his head and swept aside some of the sweaty strands of hair plastered to Waluigi’s forehead. “You’re a devil.”
Waluigi put on the pathetic pout and lowered the volume of his voice. “I could use some help getting my arms free.”
Wario laughed. “I dunno. You think you’re so damn smart, maybe you should figure it out yourself.”
“But… but I can’t feel my shoulders…” Waluigi whined.
Wario sighed. “It’s too late for that. Just roll over.”
Waluigi frowned as he shifted for Wario to unbuckle his arms. “You’re not really that disappointed, are you?”
“No,” Wario assured as he tossed the cuffs into the pile with the other four. He settled onto his side to watch his partner shake the blood flow back into his arms and hands. “But this isn’t gonna happen again. I’ll make you wear mittens if I have to.”
Waluigi smiled and leaned over Wario. Their foreheads touched. “I’m slipperier than you think, but I like that you keep trying.” Their lips met as Waluigi climbed over his cohort’s stomach and slipped off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Wario asked when the kiss broke.
Waluigi looked over his shoulder. “Have you ever tried to sleep with jizz drying on your back? I’m getting a shower.” He paused at the door and leaned around the corner. “Oh, by the way…” He pointed at the mini-bar. “I disabled the thingy that keeps track of purchases.” He winked and disappeared.
Wario laughed as he crossed the room to check. “That’s what I like about you, Walu,” he called. “Always thinking.”
He had met the stray on the side of the road about twenty miles outside of Mushroom Kingdom. The lanky giant had been walking in the rain, staring into space. Wario almost passed him up. He had a good eye for bad characters and he couldn’t think of any good reason for someone to be out alone in the middle of rainy old nowhere. Then he’d noticed the ears. He’d never seen another doppelganger before. Part of him had assumed there were no other doppelgangers. In the end his curiosity had convinced him to pull over and offer the awkward bastard a ride.
Wario would never admit it, but he’d felt a connection the minute their eyes met through the rain soaked window. Waluigi was more than a sexy toy. He was an enigma to unravel. A cohort to confide in. A kindred spirit. Wario couldn’t imagine life without his pet. He hoped he never had to.
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