December Character Art Preview - Arc's First Patrol

*schlick, schlick*

Every step, he could feel it. How did nobody else notice it?

*schlick, schlick*

Arc hadn't known what to expect from his new posting in Bah'rith, but this hadn't been it, for sure.

*schlick, schlick*

He could stop. Just duck down an alley, take it out, and stand up to the others when he got back for putting him through this.

*schlick, schlick... schlick*

Or... he could keep going. Keep patrolling. Keep putting one leg infront of the other...

*schlick*

...and feeling...

*schlick*

...that smooth metal...

*schliiiick*

...grinding his prostate.

'An' remember, newbie, no takin' it out neither. This belt will let you keep a little dignity so you don't go springin' out of your pants in the middle of the road, mind you. We ain't tryin' to get you in trouble, here... just have a little fun. You wanna have fun with us, newbie?'

*schlick, schlick*

Arc briefly bit his lower lip, looking around to see if anybody had noticed. By all appearances, no. Everyone just went about their day.

His cock throbbed against the heavy leather of the belt, the softer yet still tightly bound leather of the ring wrapped around it's base keeping him rock-hard - like that was needed with the butt-plug milking his prostate with every step. Were it not for the belt, sure enough, he'd likely be sporting a full-on erection in plain view of anyone and everyone who passed. 

He couldn't help but let a whimper escape his lips, paws clenched tightly, as a particularly firm grind from a longer step sent a shiver up his shaft. Shit. He could feel the trickle of pre-cum dribbling down his cock... aaaand straight into the fabric of his pants. Great.

Gods willing the sun would dry it out soon enough and nobody would notice - or have the good grace not to comment if they did. Just... just keep walking, you're... he looked around... gods, you're barely a third of the way through your route. 

Once he got back, got this out of himself, rode the annoyingly-handsome asshole lieutenant who made him wear it so hard that they'd be walking funny for days AND gotten himself off, someone was getting the talking-to of a lifetime.