Meet Me at the Warehouse (Patreon Extreme)
The night had become quiet and still as time wore on. Now significantly past midnight, it seemed there was hardly anything moving. The wind barely picked up and the cloud cover was just dense enough that not even the light from the moon shone through. Out on the distant edge of Rovak City was a lone warehouse owned by the mob. It was a cover for the various drugs and imported items that would have normally been illegal to bring into the city. It was dilapidated and long forgotten, which afforded it the secrecy it needed to be useful.
Within its broken, cracked walls were two individuals, one that stood by the front entrance and the other being tied up and gagged on the floor nearby. The door creaked closed as the first stepped back inside, a cellphone in his paw that displayed an end call.
"Well, I gotta say, Trevor, I don't envy you." the voice was gruff and deep, though obviously young and intelligent. It came from a tall coyote, his body adorned with a black muscle shirt and orange slacks that were loose against his legs. A few gold chains hung from his neck, each looped around some similarly shiny, religious symbol. His jewelry clanked like symbols as he trotted closer to the other person that was curled up in the fetal position.
The panther was bound by thick ropes that held his legs together at the feet and knees, and his arms behind his back at the wrists and elbows. His mouth was jammed with a cloth that was also tied around his head. He didn't move, since the past hour had been filled with enough struggling for a lifetime. No amount of muffled screaming could save him now, and so the final acceptance of defeat was beginning to take hold.
The coyote stopped near the black cat's head and knelt down. With one paw he undid the gag and let it fall from his mouth. The cloth was spat away and the feline's yellow eyes snapped open to look back at the dog. "Please, Ronald, let's talk!"
The coyote laughed, "The time to talk is long gone now. Sergei is on his way, and he told me how hungry he is."
"Ronald! Listen to me!" the panther shifted himself to stare up into the other's eyes. "Sebastian still doesn't know where I've hidden his money! It's in offshore accounts that only I can access! If you let me go I'll give you most of it! That's like, four million!" he pleaded and grunted to turn himself as Ronald stood back up and took a step away.
"Oh sure, and get caught like you? Sorry, bud, but being where you are right now isn't worth four million, trust me," the coyote continued. "But we do have some time, and with you all tied up, I'd like to indulge in something that I've always wanted." Ronald leaned down and pushed the panther over onto his stomach, leaving him completely prone as the canine settled down on his knees.
There was very little Trevor could say or do, being tied up so well didn't allow him any wiggle room. The coyote's words didn't fully sink in right away as far as their meaning, but when the panther's sides were grasped and his body began to be maneuvered, he soon came to a startling realization. Before he could begin protesting, he felt his pants become undone and shoved down to his knees, his underwear soon following to leave his sheath and backside completely exposed.
"Ronald! What the fuck?" he growled and began to thrash around as best he could but found his constraints to be very effective. At most he wiggled from side to side like a worm.
"You know, I've always been curious how an accountant like you got such a round butt," the canine said with a grin, admiring the black furred backside.
"You're fucking sick!" Trevor snarled and hissed.
"You talk way too much," the coyote said with an irritated tone. He took up the cloth gag and slipped it back over the other's head and secured it firmly between his teeth. Despite the panther still rattling off insults and curses, every one of them was muffled and unintelligible. "I'm not going to let your foul attitude ruin my moment," he continued with a chuckle, "so shut up and enjoy yourself. I've been told I'm a very selfless lover."
The canine drew his paw back and struck the panther's ass, making it bounce and wiggle slightly. The accountant let out a pained yowl into the cloth and glanced back with pleading eyes. He was ignored of course, as the leering coyote was occupied with his prize.
With fast paws, Ronald pulled away his own bottoms to leave him in only his shirt. Purely from admiration, a portion of his cock had slipped free of its furry home, the tapered end slick and shimmering with liquid musk. It was easy to see that he enjoyed the luscious sight of a nice butt. The curve and shapely appeal was what garnered his attention the most, and while he most often went for girls, in this case, he was allowing himself to indulge in a more rare pleasure.
The coyote was quite a bit stronger than he looked, which was wiry and tall, but few knew that he could go toe to toe with most that were noticeably larger. It might have been his quickness that allowed him to overtake others, but he liked to think he had skill.
The canine's paws felt over the big cat's buttcheeks, his fingers massaging into the short, silky smooth fur before he pressed his thumbs into the cleft and splayed them apart. Trevor grumbled loudly but he had stopped struggling, seeming to have given up as his tailhole was exposed. The large, lithe tail seemed to lift out of the way to give the dominant male an unobstructed view.
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