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Cord stared into the lethal, black eye of the rifle. It leered at him and the night sky above with no remorse. The barrel stretched out of the square, yet slender body of the weapon, resembling a viper craning its corpse towards the kill. UBR Wraith could certainly hit its target just as deadly. And not so long before, it did. Many times.

The wolf turned the weapon and folded it back into a black, oblong shape. It was almost featureless in this setup, easy to be mistaken with a briefcase. And as easy to fit into the free slot in the armoring on his right hip.

Shortly after they landed, they made the first contact with the natives. Lack of patience and translating implant malfunction was enough for the battle to commence. It was then when they took him captive. The young wolf glanced at the slender jaguar sitting somewhat aloof under the plasteel flank of one of the light hover transporters they took on their expedition. He, and couple others of his kin - that was all that remained of the force sent to intercept Cordell's ship.

The feline was staring into the night, motionless, listening to the jungle. Not for the first time, the wolf found himself reflecting upon how those jaguar people must have perceived them. As invaders. Invaders with terrifying weapons, speaking strange, alien language. A force not from this world that already obliterated them once. And all of that was Cordell's fault. At least in their eyes.

The young commander shifted uneasily. He understood. There really was no one to blame for how it all played out. At least to a certain point. He almost felt for them. He would if not for other circumstances.

A sudden surge of anger almost raised his hackles, as the primal call to violence made his muscles tense. Clenching his fists, he could almost feel the miniature spikes of the feline's necklace biting coldly into his palms, as he pictured clenching them around that slim neck...

"Here, commander. We've gathered some during the patrol." A sudden, thorny fruit in his grasp and a glance at the retreating hand broke him out of his silent agitation.

"Thanks, Stanton." The wolf glanced up at his subordinate. Stanton was of his own kin, slightly shorter, but wider in shoulders and muzzle. "I take it, nothing significant to report?" Asked Cordell, turning the heavy fruit in his hands. The thing was practically a dark, blue pineapple, with a name impossible to pronounce. He still could feel small pricks it left on the pads of his palms.

"Unless you count several different types of those flying lizards that hit me on the helmet, sir. Those little buggers can scare the shit outta man."

"You mean outta pansy?" Quipped the fox keeping watch at the camp's entrance.

"I'd throw you in the head, but you already have one big fruit in that skull, you shitface!" Chuckled the other wolf and turned to his commander. "Sir, permission to rest?"

"At ease, soldier."

"So, what's ahead there?" Cord asked as Stanton took his place on the bench across from him. Between them a set of warm luminorods was inserted into the murky terrain, lightening up the closest surroundings with artificial, yellowish glow.

"We seem to be lucky so far. The river runs as far as the eye can see..." He started, setting about to slice his fruit open. "At this point, we can still use the transporters."

"Good."

"But that's as good as it gets. Long range scanners ain't worth'a shit now, sir. As before we had blurry readings, now we have no readings at all."

"Not working?"

"Working alright, sir. It's just one big noise on the displays. Like... like a broken surveillance cam, or something."

"Hmm... that's a good sign. The technicians warned that the closer we get to the mines, the closer we'll be to the center of this magnetic storm, or whatever that is." Noticed the young commander. "We ARE getting closer then."

"Sir, with permission... what do you think we can use this thing for? It's a hell of an effort we put into this expedition."

"Stanton, as much as I know you all boys adore me as a commander, my field of expertise has its limits. Now... I'm not an engineer or some scientist, but everyone with a little bit of imagination can see the potential. You've been there, on the first line when Holtz got stabbed, were you not?"

"Aye, sir."

"What happened?"

"Umm... excuse me, sir...?"

"Just tell me. Like you would tell it to a stranger. Picture some canteen, two years from now. You are talking to some guy or a gal, and they can't believe a fully-fledged soldier with the best equipment got hurt, almost killed... in a battle with some poor savages on a distant world. Why?"

"His shield... the blade went right through it, overloading it. The thrust slipped through the gap in the armor, under the helmet."

"Exactly. A product of eight thousand years of technological progress beaten by a spear. Shields changed the warfare for good. There are few ways to pierce them, and very few of them cheap, equipable for a single foot soldier and not too messy at the same time. An army with such a weapon would rule the battlefield."

"It all sounds great, commander, but... with all due respect, do you really think lord Thalcyon will equip the army with spears?"

"Now that would be a sight to behold, wouldn't it? As the youngest child, I can get away with much, but the dear father wouldn't find this proposition even remotely funny." The wolf chuckled at the very idea. "No. Not one bit. But that spear is just the beginning. You all saw that happening. A piece of metal on a stick, smithed in some fusty forge by a cat in a loincloth... pierced through an energetic shield like it wasn't even there. I say let's find this metal. Mine it. Make the smart guys study it. And then make use of it. Ammunition. Armoring... maybe power source?"

He could see it clearly in his mind. A moment he pictured his entire life, ever since he remembered. To finally prove himself in the eyes of everyone. In the eyes of his father. He was the youngest of all five siblings. He was also the best. He beat all of their grades in the academy, even father's. He fought hand to hand better than any of them and made better use of a rifle as well. He remembered taking the lead since they were all small cubs... yet he was the last in the line of succession. Because this was the tradition.

Many times in the history brother stood against brother to pave his way to the throne. But Cordell sooner would see himself die, never tasting glory and recognition than hurt his loved ones. However, all the same... he was destined to rule. And there was only one way left.

The wolf glanced at their jaguar prisoner, meeting the feline's own look. He would do whatever it took. Whatever challenges, and hardships on the way, he would endure. His glance never faltered until the feline lowered his eyes timidly, to stare on his lap.

Cord felt his jaws relaxing, as his knife bit into the fruit still untouched in his hand.

"I don't know much about any of that," he then continued, while sweet, sticky juice leaked between his fingers, "but I know one thing for sure. Hell if I'll leave such treasure in hands of these savages. We're taking it home. And then we're heroes."

"Damn well said, commander!" Approved the other wolf.

"Hear, hear!" Berge, the fox drummed the thigh plates of his armor. Around them, a couple other voices murmured their approvals and only then the wolf realized there was at least a dozen of his subordinates gathered around, listening to their conversation.

"And what is that now? You boys needed your pep-talk before goodnight?" Mocked them the wolf. "Is the camp ready for the night?"

"No, sir!"

"Then stop fucking around, and move it!" Smirked the wolf, observing them burst action. In the darkening night, his men looked like fireflies, moving around with luminescent elements on their armors.

Watching organized, disciplined soldiers carrying out orders was almost as sweet a sight, as was the flavor of the exotic fruit in his mouth. It was also a relief. He needed them to share his vision.

Three dozens of soldiers, two scientists, and three feline captives to guide them. Could they take the Feat, Cordell's excellent frigate, it would have been a pleasant skywalk to the mining sites on the south pole of the planet. At least that's where the captives claimed they should go. And Cord had made sure they were telling the truth.

His research team was correct in their assumptions after the first analysis of the strange metal. Large accumulations of the mineral somehow caused strange atmospheric phenomena over the southern hemisphere. Be it magnetic storms, real storms, Cord didn't really care as long as they had the means to reach the destination. Apparently what did affect the immense vessel and scanners, didn't impair small hover transporters. At least they still had them operational and were able to use for traveling and camping purposes.

The wolf looked around the camp. Light grey, oblong shapes of the vehicles were gathered in a circle, creating a natural barrier against whatever would want to attack them off guard. The soldiers were just about to be done with setting up the emitters on their hulls. Soon enough the wolf gave them the command, and the shields gleamed with a delicate, blue tinted glow, connecting together, securing the perimeter. As long as they were up, nothing from outside could pose any threat to them.

Watching the camp slowly depopulate and falling asleep, Cordell found himself contemplating upon their current situation.

Days were shorter on this uncharted world than on Galena, lasting about nineteen and a half standard hours. They set off from the landing site about two hundred days prior. After a fortnight, they entered the Land of Storms, as the natives called it.

The jungle was alien. Frequent rainfalls and odd storms above kept the veil of heavy, iron clouds in place, like a gigantic vault. In the daytime, sunshine barely made it through, creating sickly, greyish aura.

The flimsy foliage drank it greedily, seemingly soaking with the very same shade, as if it was some kind of a poison. Trees were wrinkled and stunted, their roots crooked above the muddy ground and slow waters of the river, spilling shallowly around. They looked like malformed spiders, about to rush forward on their numerous limbs and the night did no good in smoothing the jungle's ominous appearance. But it lived. It thrived with wild, alien life and the sounds it produced. Some of them making an even armed soldier in a fortified camp feel uneasy.

Cord had seen some jungles in his twenty-one years, traveling together with his siblings to many distant worlds. Father always made sure to take them along, be it on business travels, or diplomatic missions. The latter often required for officials from the government to tag along. It didn't take long for the young wolf to learn patience during the long talks and meetings, as the most entertaining parts of such travels always came after the official business for the public was handled.

Parties, performances, hunts, trips... As if it wasn't enough for a man to get used to such attractions, the wolf found himself actually interested and quite acute in understanding the game. It was clear to him that father above all else intended them to learn, to get to know the world and prepare to rule after his passing.

However, that was his eldest brother, as tradition dictated. How good could he, Cordell do? Prime minister, at best? Beating all the three remaining brothers and then what? Take shit from the public, the Senate and the media as a figurant, while the lord of Galena called all the shots? He might have been the youngest, but he was made to lead, not to follow. The navy was the only way left for him. Even the lord had to respect the grand admiral.

But for now, he was just a commander. And the one, thousands of miles away from his own ship, for that matter.

"Hilly!" The wolf called, shaking off the tendrils of thoughts from his mind, as the quartermaster's sight drew his attention. He stopped the lynx in his tracks and approached him himself, taking the last bite of his fruit on the way.

"Sir?"

"A moment, if you will?"

"Of course, sir. What can I do for you?"

The wolf hesitated. He could very well predict how his request was going to be taken. "I... need a refill."

"Of course, sir. Let me just add the record to the stock registry..." The lynx produced his holopad and soon the inventory listing lit up in his hands, cyan glow reflecting in quartermaster's yellow eyes. Here we go, thought Cordell, following his subordinate's glance browsing through the records intently. As soon, as the feline found the proper entry, concern appeared on his muzzle. "Sir, it's... you requested the last vial not even two weeks ago. Such a dose should suffice for a month."

"I know, Hilly. It's just..." The wolf sighed, "it's pretty bad recently. I keep getting these headaches at evenings. Probably these storms are doing something to me. I've been sensitive to that since I was a pup."

The lynx stroked his chin, scrutinizing him.

"I understand," he said, after a while, shifting uncomfortably, "however these headaches might also indicate... overdose. I trust you, sir," he added quickly when the wolf didn't answer, "but you know I am bound with the protocol and if I suspect a member of the officers' corps..."

"I know, Hilly. I promise you it's not that. Headaches came way before."

"Alright, sir. But please, do try to limit the use. The supply registry is still a part of the official documentation of the mission, and we're partially funded by the Navy. Any such excessive intake of chemical drugs might attract unwanted attention."

"You are right, of course. I will try to reduce the daily dose."

"That's good, sir. Please sign here," said Hilly, visibly relaxed now, while he handed him the holopad and disappeared inside his hover transporter. Soon enough he was back with the medicine in his hand.

"One more thing sir..." the lynx hesitated, giving Cord the vial, "it's... those kinds of drugs tend to lower the sexual drive. In case of such symptoms occurring it's inadvisable for any prolonged use."

"Oh... haha. I see. No, everything is fine down there, but your concern for the commander's libido is highly appreciated, Hilly, you're a good soldier!" Chuckled the wolf.

"This is serious, commander Thalcyon," the lynx wagged his finger, although sharing the lupine's smirk, "and you know very well, sir - I'm a doctor first. Only then a soldier."

"That you are," nodded Cord. "Thanks, Hilly. Have a good night."

"You too, commander."

Both guilt and relief accompanied the wolf, while he paced through the camp, his own transporter straight ahead. _It can't go on like this. It can't go on like this!_Pounded in his head. He knew he was putting himself on the spot. He was already lucky the quartermaster believed him, but Cord wasn't one to deceive himself - it was the warning signal and troubles were coming if he didn't figure out another way. And quick.

As the wolf approached his mobile quarters, he stopped dead in his tracks. He barely kept his ears from folding back. There, just at the doorstep of the hatch, was him.

The jaguar, _Inis_was his name, sat there, just as he did for almost the entire evening, calm, staring into the night sky. But there, in his hands, he held up his wooden staff, vertically before him. Cordell could feel uneasiness creeping down his spine - it was a sign. The sign only familiar to the two of them. And it never meant any good. The wolf quickly put himself together and looked around. None of the few guards seemed to notice his strange behavior.

"I'm taking our feline friend here for some interrogation," finally declared the wolf, his nervousness skillfully masked, so to not be heard in his voice. "I wish not to be disturbed."

The nearest guard on the watch acknowledged his orders with ringing "Yes sir!" and then Cordell motioned for his prisoner to enter the vehicle, only to follow with an unpleasant feeling squeezing his guts.

As soon, as the hatch closed behind Cordell, the candid interior of his transporter filled with sterile silence. The young commander didn't make a single step further, but simply froze in place, staring intently at the slender feline before him.

Inis' footpaws didn't make a sound when he paced forward, towards the cockpit section. The jaguar picked one of the two pilot seats and dropped on it gracefully, not even bothering to ask for the wolf's permission. When he turned around, leaning on his elbow, his previous broken, docile demeanor was gone. A stern look and rigid expression met the wolf instead. Not even the jaguar's spotted tail moved.

In his white, ornamented robes, all that folk jewelry and staff in his hand, he looked almost grotesque, surrounded by the cold, square, high-tech interiors. But the way he made himself at home beat the living hell out of any such impressions. And it wasn't for the first time, either.

Cordell once again found himself uneasy, having to actively remember to keep his ears straight and his tail up.

"Please, do come in, commander." The translating module hidden in the wolf's skull worked instantly, conveying his prisoner's invitation to his own mobile quarters. But really... who was the real captive here? Cord quickly abandoned this train of thoughts and approached the lockers on the opposite side of the vehicle, away from the feline lurking on the pilot seat.

The wolf stashed away his rifle, and then pressed a combination of keys on the forearm panel of his armor. Series of metallic clicks followed soon and then he took the deactivated armor off, revealing simple, military black and grey t-shirt and matching combat pants. The elastic wear almost ideally matched his coat and clung tightly to his shaped frame. Cordell could feel the eyes following his every move, as he freed himself of the greaves and boots.

Unequipped like this, the wolf felt vulnerable in Inis' presence. The lupine sighed discreetly, preparing himself for the talk ahead. Whatever it was the feline wanted, the wolf was acquainted pretty well with the worst possibilities. But for those, he at least had some mitigation in his hands...

The said jaguar suddenly cleared his throat, bringing the wolf back from his mullings. There was no more delaying it.

Cordell turned to the feline and approached him, as Inis beckoned at him. The wolf immediately noticed that jaguar's eyes were all over him, dwelling especially on the bulge in his pants before they shot back up to meet the wolf's glance.

"I must say I definitely prefer this set of garments. Works so much better on your body," commented Inis casually. "Come closer."

The wolf complied, ignoring his remark, and in a moment he felt the wooden staff touching the inside of his thigh. The jaguar lifted it very slowly, tracing over the wolf's muscular leg, inevitably heading towards his crotch. There the feline stopped, just beneath his balls, even lifting them a bit through the fabric. At that very moment Cord wished those military pants were slightly less tight-fitting. The wolf huffed at the offensive gesture but kept calm otherwise.

"Yes..." murmured the feline, "definitely much more emphasizing."

Saying that Inis patted the wolves balls lightly with his staff. Cord jerked slightly in reflex to double over, only a flicker later restraining his instincts.

"What do you want this time?" He finally growled in annoyance. He knew Inis only waited for such reactions.

"Careful there, wolf. Don't forget who is in charge here," answered the feline, once again catching the lupine off guard with a single pat between his legs. "You don't get to play your powerful commander farce when we're alone. Unless, of course, you want to pay the consequences. Just point the man then. Or woman, I don't care."

The wolf didn't answer, averting his eyes.

"Well? What will it be...? Look at me."

With the question hanging over him for a couple seconds, Cordell finally sighed, trying his best to let go of irritation. There was a good reason he put up with all that. Two reasons, he reminded himself.

"I'm listening," He said, looking down at the robed feline.

"Will do... for now," commented Inis, taking his staff away from the wolf's jewels, thus granting him a small relief. "Now sit," he stood up himself, to make the place for the wolf and stepped away to the center of the vehicle's interior. "Let me remind you a short story."

Cordell took the seat, warm from the heat of the jaguar's body and tried to relax. There was no denying his nervousness - the jaguar had some ill purpose in their late meeting - but at least the wolf could maintain his stance. He wasn't going to give the feline any more satisfaction than necessary.

"So," began Inis, looking at him, "there is this young wolf commander, who arrived from the skies. He wreaks havoc amongst the natives of this world..."

"You attacked first-..."

"Shut up!" Snarled the feline, impatient. "You will talk when asked to do so," he hissed through his teeth and after a while, continued. "...so there was a battle, and what happened? A massacre. And what followed? Well... The end is coming! The gods don't listen! Hells, maybe this wolf commander is god himself?!" He shouted mockingly, throwing his hands in the air. "The natives, proud, ancient nation go mad from fear! But it's all rubbish... because as soon as the divine commander sees our precious metal, that's all he can think of. Fortunately, he captured some of those natives to torture the mining locations out of them. Unfortunately... one of them was me," the jaguar smiled coldly, looking the wolf in the eyes. "A simple temple acolyte... who poisoned your water supplies and now has got you, and your entire squad's lives in his hand. You remember that one, don't you? Don't you?"

"I remember."

"Is that so? Well, do tell me then. Who's the captive here?"

"...I am," mumbled the wolf, closing his eyes. It was always so hard to let it out in the open.

"Bullshit. A child wouldn't believe this."

"You command, I am the captive." The wolf declared once again, his muzzle hot with shame. He could feel anger boiling in him. Better to power through it as fast as possible, he thought to himself.

Inis held their glances for a mercilessly long while.

"Alright," He said finally and turned around, approaching Cordell's locker. There the feline stopped in his tracks, looking inside. Only then the wolf noticed he didn't close it at all, and sudden panic rose in him as the jaguar spoke again, "However... you still think it's wise to lie to me."

The wolf knew he was in trouble. He knows, thought Cordell, an unpleasant heat consuming his insides, as at the same time, cold crept over his skin, rising his fur.

"What do you mean?" He stuttered, trying to compose himself best as he could. "What would I lie about?"

"Where is-, ah, there it is!" The cat reached inside, and soon enough, following Cord's worst expectations, produced a small vial out of the locker.

He turned it in his claws a couple of times and then carefully placed it on the slim bar table Cord often had his meals on.

The wolf tried to avoid staring at the medicine, playing the things as casually, as possible. The indifference on the jaguar's muzzle wasn't making this task any easier, but Cord exploited it, dragging the feline into a silent staredown. It was unnerving, given the stakes and circumstances, but the lupine wouldn't be in his position if not for a leader's demeanor that came to him naturally. And that portrayed him to the world, as a person to be reckoned with, young as he was. Even to such a degree, that soon he found his feline oppressor vexed, if only slightly. A small victory.

"Well...?" Inis raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, impatient.

"It's my medicine," the wolf chose not to irritate the jaguar any further. "I get headaches."

"A medicine? Oh I... didn't know you were sick. Is it serious?"

"Oh, it's... not that bad..." Cordell started, now unsure where he stood. He didn't expect such a response. The jaguar seemed genuinely interested. That was definitely something he wasn't used to, coming from Inis.

"Isn't it? What are the symptoms?"

"It's just... frequent headaches. Mostly nighttime." He decided it would do no harm if he stuck to what he told Hilly. There was his chance of getting out of this, he thought.

"So... that's why you perform so badly during our sessions?" Inquired the feline, looking at him. His expression was unreadable.

Of course, he had to bring this up, Cord gritted his teeth in shame. But if that was his chance, he had to swallow the pride.

"I told you I'm not interested in men..."

"That hardly matters. Not after so long, believe me. Not at your age," assured him Inis. "Are you in pain now?"

Cord turned his glance away with a growl, his ears folding back. It was frustrating enough as it was, even with the drug. Just say it.

"Yes."

A long silence followed his answer. Cord sat in the pilot chair feeling his face burning. Inis got him by the balls, not just figuratively. The poisoning and blackmail had been just the beginning of what came next. The cunning jaguar played his intrigue to exploit it to maximum, using the young lupine the vilest ways... As he mulled over his predicament, he could feel his blood boiling.

Sessions...

He didn't know whether the feline was right or wrong, but without the drug, he would surely go insane, given the circumstances.

The silence was ringing in his ears. He finally mustered the willpower to look up, almost expecting to find himself alone in the empty room. Instead, he met Inis' expressionless stare.

He could feel his heart quickening. The damned jaguar standing above him, looking all entitled... like a judge. And the only thing the young wolf commander could do was to wait upon the verdict. He could barely contain himself from snarling. Oh, how he would love to just stand up and clench his fist around that slender, spotted neck. But as soon, as he thought that, the blank facade on the jaguar's muzzle started to crack. Slowly, the corners of his muzzle started to rise, still tightened, fighting a lost battle.

And then, Inis burst with laughter, and not just a healthy dose of chuckles, like after a joke. No, it was a full-on, throaty cackle, on the verge of tearing up.

Cord tried to hold onto whatever confusion rose in his mind, but in reality, this overdone laughter already triggered his instincts and made his hackles rise. It wasn't good.

"A headache..." Snorted Inis and then, shaking his head dismissively, grabbed the vial from the table, and unlocked it open. Cordell could only watch, stupefied, as his tormentor spilled the liquid down on the floor. It was a flash till the shocked paralysis gave up, but it was enough so when he shot out of the chair and lunged down an all fours, he only had the medicine dribbling down the drainage to watch.

The empty vial landed with a definitive thwack just before the wolf's eyes. Cord could feel his hide rising and fists clenching. That was that!

"Y-you fucking bastard!" He snarled, rising to his knees.

"You are not improving your situation, wolf!" The jaguar snapped at him coldly.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Seriously, drop the act. Do you take me for an idiot? A headache?" Inis spat the words. "Not only a lie, but a woman's lie."

"I told you-ghaah!" Cord's attempt to stand up was quickly thwarted by a kick to the chest. The wolf found himself lying on his back, with the jaguar standing over him.

"You will stay there," commanded Inis, "and you will give me a name."

"Uhh... what?"

"A name. Your little deceit will cost you." Stated the cat with, his voice now serious and cruel. "But you had a brilliant plan, I have to give you that..."

"What?!" Only then Cord fully realized what the cat was on about. In a moment, his anger dissipated, giving place to disbelief, as the dreadful realization raised his hackles. "No." He protested. "Please... You can't do this."

"Now it's _'please',_hmmm? But I don't think so. No... You did it yourself. Their lives are in your hands, this is the deal and-"

"How can you be so sure I'm lying? Will you take a life based on your whim? Will you?"

The wolf tried to speak calmly keeping the plead in his voice under control. At the same time, however, his mind was racing desperately to find any loophole in his ploy. Where and when did he make a mistake?

"Funny question, wolf, coming from an invader and a murderer. Your lives mean nothing to me." Hissed Inis. "You should pay more attention whether this thing you put in my head is actually disabled all the time."

Oh no... Cord thought with despair, the translator chip! There was his answer.

The bloody thing was supposed to make the communication possible! Was it malfunction? Did _he_forget to turn it off the last time?

"Well? I'm waiting," urged him Inis.

The wolf exhaled in defeat, folding his ears down. The bitter guilt gnawed at him, for the mistake he wasn't even sure he made. Or was it for something bigger? For dragging all those good people on this expedition with him? He couldn't do it. He couldn't just condemn one of them to death for nothing. What kind of a commander would he be then? And all that because he tried reducing the hardships of this devilish bargain Inis forced upon him... the wolf knew it was humiliating enough as it was.

It came to him naturally, a reflex to be proud of, at least in other circumstances. He would take the consequences of his actions as any commander should.

"I choose myself then."

The words came out of his muzzle with a strange amount of relief. Was it due to living up to the best standards as a commander, or due to the expected outcome, Cord didn't think about it. Nevertheless, the answer didn't surprise him.

Inis simply raised his eyebrows in exasperation. It didn't take him long to come up with a comeback to that.

"Ohhh... look at him," sneered the feline, "what an honorable commander, that wolf is! ...spare me this pompous crap. You-" he poked the wolf with his staff "will stay pretty much alive and healthy, as long as I'm concerned, my commander. And you know that! Besides... I only now know for sure, that I never really got to enjoy you properly. The real you," explained the jaguar, bending down towards the wolf's muzzle. "With this drug of yours that mellowed you so much..." He lifted the canine's chin with a single claw until their eyes met. Inis' were impenetrable, but there was some thinking going on in that spotted head of his. "You know..." He said after a while, his eyes unwavering, "if you want to save them - work for it."

"W-what?" Uttered the wolf, barely the feline was done talking. He could feel himself both relieved and anxious. Of course, it all was going to lead him to the one possible place. But what other choice did he have?

"You wiiiill..." drawled the jaguar, "get your chance to pay this one life off. Once."

"How? Tell me!" The wolf jerked up and sat straight, his ears alert. The pleading urgency in his voice hurt his pride, but if he wanted to sway the jaguar, he had to play it right. He had to stroke the cat's ego, so he let that work for him. "I'll do whatever you want, but don't punish my men," the wolf added.

"Obedient pup. Good. It suits you." Chuckled the feline, amused. "But it will suit you even better without your attire. Drop it."

So it worked, Cord let himself believe. He got what he wanted, but the cat's words rang in his ears, like a bell. Just like that, his second worst fear was about to meet him again. Was it the jaguar's intent from the beginning? Or did the apparent uncovering of his ploy do him in? These thoughts ran through his mind while he took his shirt off, his dog tags flapping down on his toned chest, shaped by training and combat. When he reached for them, for whatever reason, the cat stopped him. He never ordered the wolf to keep them before. Cordell didn't know why, but it did make things this little bit worse. As if this particular part of who he was, was now being dragged into the atrocities awaiting ahead. He didn't protest, though. It was about his people, he would do whatever it took, even if his guts were already wrenching at what was coming.

He wasn't honestly surprised. It's been over two weeks since the jaguar last requested him to submit. But this time, there was no that familiar resignation, like before. Oh no. This time, Cord was forced to go through whatever ordeal Inis had in store for him, without his drug. For the first time at such a disadvantage. For the first time, how the feline really intended, while they struck their bargain. It was fear and anxiety gnawing at the wolf's thoughts.

He sat on the floor to proceed with his military pants. It was hardly the first time, yet it felt so. He longed for the detachment between his mind and body the drug had always provided when Inis did those things to him.

None of this now, now it's for real, pounded in his head over and over again. Just as his heart was pounding in his chest when his thumbs dove behind the elastic of his pants. It was as if the time stopped, or rather maybe as if he was watching some other Cord consenting to this, pulling his trousers down his own legs. Very, very slowly. He never heard any complaints from the cat, but he felt Inis' eyes watching. That was incentive enough for him to kick the pants aside and get up.

He stood before the feline only in his dog tags and boxer briefs, painfully aware that even this last piece protecting his modesty had to come off. Looking anywhere but at Inis, he forced himself to do it and started at his underwear only for the cat's hand to stop him.

The wolf shot a glance at the jaguar, partly relieved, partly confused.

"Leave them be, wolf," ordered the cat, and while Cord just stood there as asked, Inis circled behind him, moving his own, slender hand up his arm, feeling his bicep. "After all...," he continued, barely tall enough to lean his shorter muzzle on the wolf's arm. He almost clung to him, letting his hand reach around under the wolf's arm to feel up his pectorals and then go lower, to his abs. The wolf stiffened in reflex to the invasive touch and then growled under his breath when this vile hand finally reached his groin, groping through his briefs. "...we have all night. Why rush to the good things?" Murmured the feline and squeezed Cordell's sheath as if to emphasize. The wolf faltered, and huffed, gnawing at his teeth.

"Now look up and stay still."

And before Cord could react, the jaguar forced his muzzle upwards and in a moment, the wolf felt a sharp pin-prick on his neck.

"W-what?!" He yelped in surprise. "What was that?"

"This?" The jaguar took off a little metallic claw from his finger. Its pointy end was so thin, it was barely visible. "You're not the only one with medicines at your disposal."

"You drugged me?!"

"Oh don't give me that look, boy. You are hardly new to that, aren't you?" Inis shot back at him.

"What was THAT?" Growled the wolf. "And where did you even get that... thing?!"

The feline smirked.

"You never searched us too thoroughly. After all, what a couple of poor savages could possibly carry on them to pose a threat, right?" Mocked him Inis. "Let's just say you will enjoy this particular substance far more than your own stuff. Or at least I will. But for now... get on the ground."

There was no way, the feline's answers could quell Cordell's doubts and apparently, Inis wasn't going to delve into any further explanations for his sake. Cord, however still wary, had no other choice and with a sigh complied with his captive's orders. Once the wolf found himself on all fours, looking down, he froze, trying to bear the silence that dragged on. The jaguar was watching him from above.

"You, a soldier, tried to deceive your superior." He could see the feline's footpaws slowly circling around him, as the man finally spoke. "Tell me, please, what do you do when your soldiers disobey you in any way, commander?"

Cordell could see where this was going. And he didn't like it at all.

"I punish them," He answered trying to calm himself down. Whatever was going to happen, he could take it.

"That's very proper. And tell me, commander, what is the most common punishment for disobedience in your squads?"

"For small offenses... it's usually push-ups," said Cordell, somewhat puzzled. That was the cat's idea?

"The kind of up-and-down, up-and-down on all fours, right?" Asked Inis and pressed on without an answer. "But this is not a small offense, you committed. In fact, you've put on the scale your soldiers' lives. Just to make things a little bit easier for you. AND you lied about it. What an ego, mister commander!"

The wolf outright snarled at that. Kneeling there on all fours, almost bare naked before the cat was hard enough to accept. But to listen to the feline openly attack his leadership qualities... Cordell could feel his hackles rising. Oh, how good it would feel to just punch this skinny bastard through the wall.

"From where I'm standing, commander, you've got quite the record to atone for. Some push-ups... just won't do." Assessed the feline. And then the graceful footpaws stopped right in front of him, only a couple inches away. "Up!" The staff flashed before Cord's muzzle to tug his chin upwards and their eyes met. Inis towered over him, a superior grin plastered on his muzzle. "What do you think about it, wolf? Actually... in this position, you look more like a dog to me," Teased him the jaguar. "A deceitful, lying dog..."

Cordell could feel his teeth gnashing from how hard he clenched his jaws. It took all willpower to hold back his growl.

"So what do you think, dog? Are push-ups enough of a punishment for you?"

The wolf held the cat's gaze for quite a while, before his brows furrowed, prompting him to answer.

"No."

"Heheh... I'm happy that you agree. Fortunately, as an acolyte in the temple, I served as a confessor, among other things. And tell you what... I'm actually far more creative in this area, than you are with, say... your lies. A headache..." The feline snorted and then crouched so he got almost on the eye level with the wolf.

"Remind me please - I'm sure you remember - how many days have passed since we struck our deal?"

The wolf swallowed. The anger seemed like it would set aflame his chest and throat if he didn't growl, snap or yelled at this bastard. But Inis only waited for such reactions to make his life that much more miserable.

"One hundred seventy-nine," Cord answered.

"So it's approximately for this long, that I got to enjoy your rather unsatisfactory, even if unwilling, services in bed, correct?"

"Yes." Uttered the lupine, his muzzle searing with shame, as his mind made the mental connection for him. It was one word, and he couldn't bear it. Was he really that? The clawed fingers stroking his chin snatched him out of this train of thoughts. For once he was grateful. Maybe it would be intimate by definition, but Inis' gesture bore none of a lover's delicacy, and all the severity of a master schooling his pet.

"Since when were you using?" Asked the feline, staring him dead in the eyes. "Lie, and I will know it."

A shiver ran through Cord's spine, raising the fur on his back. He couldn't. Of course, the temptation was there to possibly lower the consequences... but no. He already followed that path, it almost costed a life of an innocent. One of his own people. They would jump into fire for him, and no matter how vile were the things to be done to him, he would endure. The young commander steeled himself and told the truth.

"All the time."

Inis' expression didn't show any emotions. Not even a single muscle twitched upon hearing the news. Or maybe that was all the answer the wolf needed?

"Very well," he finally said with a deciding tone. "It will spare us mathematics."

Having said that he grabbed his staff in halves and started to spin them in the opposite directions. Cordell simply watched, as they unscrewed, one gradually emerging out of the hollowed-out part of the other. A fleeting dread rushed through his mind, that soon a hidden blade will reveal before his very eyes, but then the reality proved him wrong when the ends separated on his eyes.

The feline was left with two, approximately arm's length pieces, but he put the top, ceremonial part aside. What was left was pretty much... a cane.

"One push-up for every day. One whip every done push-up. You get the idea." The cat patted the wolf's cheek with his soon to be torture device and got up.

Cordell's ears folded back involuntarily.

"Now crawl over there," commanded Inis, "I need some space to swing properly."

The wolf sighed, his breath quivering, and moved over to the center of his command vessel. He could feel his heart already thumping in his chest. Whatever he dosed me with... it will spread in a second now, thought Cordell anxiously.

"Very good, dog. Now assume the position, but keep your legs separate... yes, like that," The jaguar seemed rather pleased. For a moment the cat just stood there, eyeing up the gorgeous, shaped body he was about to maltreat. "What a view," murmured Inis, loud enough for the wolf to hear.

Cordell closed his eyes. The anticipation was the worst. It drained him already, to the point he almost jerked when he felt a yank at his tail. Only then did the wolf realize that the appendage was very much tucked between his legs.

"Keep it up," ordered Inis, a smirk audible in his voice. Next, he felt cat's dexterous palm sliding through the leg of his boxer briefs to feel up his buttock. "We're about to make this ass burn," promised the jaguar and squeezed the taut muscle.

The wolf frowned, but just then, the invading touch disappeared and his punishment was about to begin.

"Very good, let's not waste our time. I will count and set the pace for you, dog. Ready?" Asked Inis.

"Y-yes." Shot back the wolf, as firmly as he could muster. At this point, he just wanted to get on with it already.

"Then say: master, please, punish your dog."

Inis barely held back his snicker, Cord could hear. The fucking bastard was having a time of his life. The wolf felt as if he was going to barf, thinking about the words to come of his mouth.

"M-master..." his voice faltered, "please, punish your... punish your dog."

Cord spat out the request like it was a poison. And it could very well be, considering how gut-wrenchingly was the jaguar's sneer that came in response.

"With pleasure," he said, and then took a swing.

"ONE!"

With a twitch of his muscles, gone was the apprehension. He was a warrior, he will endure pain. And whatever else was to come. Bend your elbows, a routine move. Simple, familiar to every soldier. Feeling his dog tags swinging from his neck, Cordell actually felt better as his body rushed to work. He lowered himself down keeping his body perfectly in line - do your best, fucker - he mouthed under his breath and pushed back. The stroke met his lower back, left of his spine.

"TWO!"

Lower back, left of the spine.

"THREE!"

Lower back, left of the spine.

"FOUR!"

And then there was the right one. Did he even feel them? He wasn't so sure. Was that really all the jaguar could muster?

The routine was pretty simple: three to five strokes, then move over somewhere else. Soon enough his thighs were getting their fair share. After two dozens of push-ups, Cordell felt the first to land on his ass. Sure enough, he could feel his muzzle heat up at that, exactly as his muscles, though for different reasons. But... that was that.

"THIRTY-FIVE!"

And a smack. His forearm this time. But as weak as any other. What it even was? As his body heated-up, testosterone boiled in his veins, pumping thoughts into his mind. Pathetic! I would do better doing both push-ups and beating myself! He sneered on the inside.

"FORTY!" Counted the feline, landing another smack on his right calf. Cordell stopped in the middle of his way down. The cat didn't proceed yet.

"How are you holding up, wolf? Need a breather?"

"No sweat. Do you?" Retorted the lupine.

Inwardly, he wanted to strangle himself for that, but it was too late for better judgment. Jaguar's honest chuckle didn't necessarily have to be a positive reaction.

"That's the spirit!" The cat sounded almost exalted. The wolf shot a glance to the left. Inis was just stripping off his robe, revealing his lean, spotted chest and a long, full loincloth covering his entire hips. The dim lights of the transporter's interiors brought out the discrete lines of muscles on the feline.

"You know..." Inis went on, cracking his neck, "the thing with lashing for me is... you need to be thorough with it. Like a servant in the kitchen. You don't just jump in and later serve a half cooked meat to your guests, right? Oh no, you have to respect your guests. Follow the recipe." The next crack coming from his shoulders echoed in the room, as the jaguar's joints popped into their places. "First you, heheh, excuse me for the pun... beat your meat. Shape it as you wish. Ease it into things. You set the furnace aflame, watch as grease melts down on the pan. And then, as it simmers..." pat! pat! - the jaguar tested the cane on his open palm. "Then you heat-up."

SMACK!

Cordell growled through his clenched teeth as the stick made the contact with his hind-end.

"URGHHH! H-hey! You said one push-up-"

"...-one whip, yes. Oh, did I broke our deal! My apologies" hissed the feline venomously. "Let me punish myself for that."

And just like that, before the wolf's eyes, he smacked himself through his open palm. Not an ounce lighter than he did Cord just before. Not a flinch on his muzzle. He held their gazes for long enough for the wolf to understand his place.

"Tail up," reminded Inis. "Good. FORTY ONE!"

This time Cord was ready. He steeled himself to meet the incoming smack and while he did, the sting was strong but bearable. The cane bit his left inner thigh, and searing ripples spread around to his buttocks, making the memory of the previous whip flare up anew.

The next couple strokes landed there, eliciting hisses and first, occasional trembles from the wolf.

Inis kept true to his words. He was thorough and careful while working Cord's body. With each incoming stroke, the wolf felt the stinging sparks. They lashed through every fiber of his muscles, rippling around over his back, biceps, legs, and the worst of all - most humiliating - his taut rump. On their way, they did a great job in sensitizing his flesh. Around the seventh ten of whips, it became difficult for Cordell to tell apart the parts of him that were actually directly hit during his punishment from those untouched. He fought every second to keep his facade, clenching his teeth, not letting a sound out, but the biting heat kept rising, and the workout definitely intensified the process. And even then, he soon had his concerns focused elsewhere.

As his buttocks already stung quite hard, another kind of heat started to spread slowly around Cord's hindquarters. At first shy, the pleasurable tingling in his loins was gaining on strength and soon, as different, as it was to the burning of his backside, it didn't actually diminish it. On the contrary, the sensations mixed up together, confusing the wolf and filling him with shame. There were no doubts what it was.

What is wrong with me?! Thought Cordell desperately. He definitely wasn't enjoying himself! But then he remembered. A small sting in the neck, a little metallic claw with the drug... so that's what it was, thought the young lupine, exasperated. As if things weren't bad enough already... There was no fighting it, as much as the wolf wanted. With the next whips coming, again and again, spreading the soreness through his body, the spurs of arousal crawled over his loins. It was actually this, that made Cordell huff and let out a groan as another, a hundred-fifth stroke landed on his thigh.

Of course, the jaguar picked up on that immediately.

"What was that?" He asked. But Cord kept shut. "Huh? Didn't hear that... I guess we need to make you talk again! ONE HUNDRED SIX!"

That one reached his ass. And heavily, at that. The lupine growled, holding on. A small victory, just like the next couple ones. It only worked as an encouragement for the jaguar, though. Inis picked up the speed, counting and in result the cane slapped loudly on Cord's aching rear, second to second. The lupine trembled in an effort, losing the battle in his head. Every next smite, thwack, after thwack cracking his walls, and finally, after the fight, the warrior inevitably crumbled.

Cord let it all out, trembling with an effort not to fall. Snarl turned to groan, and groan to roar all in a second, to die out with a whimper, as the commander hung his head down, beaten. His entire body ached and stung, and his rear felt like it was on fire.

And yet, panting like a hound after a chase, he could feel how his sheath filled-up in his boxer briefs. The arousal pulsed between his legs, somewhere deep in his loins, intertwining with the raw pain from his rear, and the rest of his body, as if they all were one feeling. From that alone, his muzzle burned with shame and his mind kept racing, clinging to the thought that it was the drug doing this to him.

It must have been at least half a minute before the jaguar broke the silence.

"Now... that's more like it," he said, his tone casual, to the wolf's relief. It was better than mockery. "You will address me, when I ask you a question, understand?"

"Yes." Huffed the lupine, his heart racing. By now pushing things with the jaguar was the last thing on his mind.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes!"

"Good. Do you think it's a suitable punishment for what you did?"

A cold shiver ran through his spine, raising his hackles. Of course, he knew the answer. He had lost the count after last dozen or so, but he knew they weren't there yet. His ears glued to his head, both from anxious reluctance and shame. The shame of how strong was the temptation to plead.

"N-no..." He uttered, barely audible.

"Come again?"

"No. It's not enough."

"So what you are saying is that you should be punished even more severely, wolf? Am I right?"

"Yes."

"I hear no conviction. How about you try again?"

Cordell swallowed, searching for right words and resolve in his voice. Whatever came, he had to endure.

"Yes, master," he growled, the word bitter on his tongue. But apparently, that was good enough for the jaguar.

"Very good." He praised him. "As I don't want to disappoint you, we will spice things up. Now work with me here and let's get those off."

Of course, it was the wolf's underwear, Inis had in mind. The young wolf knew it was eventually going to happen, but it did little to lower his embarrassment when the tight boxer briefs slid down his legs with jaguar's aid.

"My, my... look at that," his tormentor crouched right in front of him, with his underwear in his hands. The stain on the front had spread almost to the legs! The wolf averted his eyes. He never even felt it.

"I should consider whether this is even a punishment for you, commander."

"You drugged me!" Hissed Cordell, looking everywhere, but on the feline.

"True," he admitted and rolled the pants into a ball, "that's why I will give you the benefit of a doubt. Now, you would want to bite down on this."

"W-what? No! That's disgusting!" protested Cord in surprise. "I will manage, thank you very much!"

"We are going for these boys now." Announced him the cat. And then the wolf felt the wooden cane patting his furry balls. It took a moment before he realized and then his eyes shot wide in terror.

"WHAT?! NO! You can't be s-MMNHG!"

In a flash, his own pants were crammed into his muzzle. Then Inis gripped his jaws and stared him down until the wolf ceased mumbling through the gag.

"You said so yourself, we need to go hard on you."

Cordell trembled, terrified, and shook his head, pleading with his eyes. To hell with dignity, this was too much. Too fucking much! But it was a smirk and a confirming nod that were the cat's only response.

"Oh yes, we do!" Chirped the jaguar with a gut-wrenching smile of mixed joy and cruelty plastered on his face. "Don't worry too much, I won't maim you. It will only be excruciating pain. Now... brace yourself, fifty more ahead."

It was a different thing altogether from there. Knowing full well that any next whip may hit his most vulnerable spot, Cord had to make deliberate efforts not to tuck his tail low between his straddled legs.

All his muscles were trembling, while trying to hold the stance, raw and aching from the beating received, and in fearful anticipation of the whips yet to come. And soon enough, the feline tormentor above him began to dish out his strokes, cruel and burning like never before.

There was something utterly humiliating in the fact that Cord was naked now. Gone were his briefs, the last piece of clothing preserving his dignity. That last, small piece of clothing coming off may have revealed only his privates to the jaguar, but for the abused lad it was as if he was stripped of all defenses, and left completely at the feline's mercy. And indeed, that was exactly how things were.

With each push-up, his teeth sunk into the makeshift gag, strands of saliva damping the cloth even more. Cord could taste himself in it as he kept growling and screaming, anything just to vent as much of the pain as he could.

With each repetition, the air moved around him and under him. The movement felt cool on his now undoubtedly soaked and swollen sheath, and the tip of his peeking wolfhood.

Drug or not, it was getting to him. There he was - an adult man, a soldier; groveling bare naked on all fours before the very man he seized as his prisoner. And the bastard was beating him like some slave. And yet the arousal was always there, always underneath the suffering.

His entire body stung and burned, although it was long since Inis last paid attention to anything other than his furry rump. Of course, the fucking cat knew what he was doing, focusing where the pain was not only physical but also messed with the wolf's head the most. Every coming stroke was savage and insulting. At the very same time, thousands of burning talons racked at his ass, emasculating him to the core, and clawed deep into his loins, stirring his long asleep libido.

"How's that feel, wolf? Exciting?" Teased the feline. "I know what's going on in this stupid head of yours."

Cordell groaned in answer, huffing through his nose.

"HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE!"

Another heavy slap landed on his buttock like a lightning bolt.

"It hurts, yet that's not all, right? Something tingling between the boy's legs, hmm?" Snickered the jaguar. "What do you think your subordinates would say. Does the mighty commander get off to being beaten like a cub?"

"WRHHHHHHRR!" Snarled the wolf, shame-induced rage only another reason to made him tremble.

"How aggressive, boy... better watch out, I'm ready to think there's something to it when you get so defensive." Chuckled Inis. "I have something for this attitude..."

"HNNNNGGGHHHHH!" Cordell howled in agony, as staggering pain shot through him. The sting was so strong, the wolf climbed to his fingers and tiptoes from sheer reflex, as if his body was trying to escape. That, however, passed quickly, giving way to the gut-wrenching throbs in his scrotum, radiating to his entire groin.

The reality blurred then, as his punishment turned to a desperate crawl for survival, at least in his mind. Cord begged whatever gods existed to let it end, his ears folded, his eyes tearing up, as his heavy sack was assaulted, and then his ass again, and that way in turns.

The cat did it like before, gradually increasing the power of his smacks. He was true to his words, and the blows were nowhere near as powerful as towards his other body parts, but then again - it were his balls being beaten, for crying out loud! And loud he was, the squeals that cat was getting out of him were like nothing he ever heard coming from any sane person.

The pace was long forgotten, as four times he was falling down and struggling to get up and compose himself. But Inis was patient and thorough. Cord didn't have then the capacity of mind to track the meaning of the numbers, he simply waited for the next command and with painful groans, followed with clumsy movements not even remotely resembling proper push-ups anymore.

It was a nightmare and humiliation beyond anything he ever experienced, yet as it filled him with hate towards the feline and craving for the end, the heated throbbing in his loins never relented. Every next swat at his balls shook with his sheath too, splashing drops of his pre around the floor beneath.

The hundred seventy-ninth finally came and the definitive, insulting and painful slash landed on his ass before his limbs stopped listening to him and the abused wolf fell upon the floor, trembling from effort, pain and arousal pulsing in his loins. His heart hammered in his chest, and his lungs flared in ripping pain, thirsting for air.

Cordell almost choked, when the jaguar pulled his chewed-up boxer briefs from his muzzle. His pipe stung in protest against the greedily swallowed gulps of air, but Cord was way beyond caring and perfectly happy to just lay there, collecting the shatters of his lucidity, enjoying the cold metal plating on the floor.

It could have had easily been a couple hours, Cord wouldn't tell, while the only sounds in the room were his rapid panting and groans, gradually dying down to occasional, tacit moans. As he was spacing out, straying with his thoughts anywhere but to the very sense of what has been done to him, somewhere in the background he could also hear Inis moving around the vehicle's interiors, apparently busy with something. But who gave a shit about what he was doing? For all the wolf cared, he could have been left the fuck alone for a couple days, not bothered by anyone. But of course, that wasn't going to happen.

"Well done, boy," sudden warm breath tickled the inside of his ear, making him shiver in reflex. "So tell me, what do you think now, hmm? How did I do? Severe enough for your satisfaction? Tell me."

Cordell clenched his teeth, constraining his anger at the mockery, but it was the least of his problems. With it, the jaguar's hand came to his battered ass. The wolf hissed, as Inis started squeezing his buttocks, those pointy claws of his protracted just enough to rack the tender skin while the feline stroked through his fur, all over the throbbing welts left after the whipping.

"Tell me, are you satisfied, boy?" He almost murmured to the wolf's ear, his tone delicate as a lover's, nothing like his grip on the lad's rear.

"Urghhh... I-... O-overly. Please..." Groaned Cord.

"Overly?" Inis chuckled. "Then we have to fix that. It is a punishment after all, so I'll make sure to limit your satisfaction now."

"Unnnggghh... What... are you on about... now?"

"You didn't think we're done, did you now, wolf?" The cat sang to his ear, scratching behind it. The patronizing gesture made Cordell's muzzle heat up with shame. He could feel himself getting anxious again, but there was at least a little bit of comfort when his feline tormentor got up and strode away.

"Now be a good boy and get on the bed."

Cord lift his head only to notice his bunk bed already unfolded from its bay in the sidewall. When hidden inside, it was completely out of sight, but deployed, it could easily fit two grown persons. One of the commander's privileges. And one about to be exploited by his very captive against him. So that's what Inis had been doing while he tried to recover.

"Don't keep me waiting, boy. You will only make this worse for yourself."

The young wolf's heart sank at that. Of course, it wasn't the first time things with the feline bastard were headed this way. However, all the times before, Cord was drugged, desensitized. Inis would try to... do things to him... then get frustrated when he wasn't responding to the cat's ministrations. The cat often sneered at him, mocking his weak manhood, but Cord would always retort, truthfully, that he would never get it up for a man. And so it went, on and on, with the wolf forced to suck the feline off, an act humiliating enough by itself, but nothing more.

The naked wolf grunted with an effort and rose his aching body, wobbling on all fours. Getting to the bed seemed an impossible task now. How the hell was he supposed to get up?!

"I think you will have to crawl there." Inis noticed too.

The wolf could hear the smile in his voice. And true enough, when he raised his eyes to meet the feline's glance, that bastard was grinning! Cord frowned, but the only response was Inis motioning with his head towards the bed. There was no stalling it any further.

Shamefully, the lad forced his muscles into obedience and followed the order. Every fiber in his body burned after his punishment, but it was the dampness on his sheath and crotch that caught his attention. He didn't truly realize how much he was leaking. But of course, after the last push-up, he fell down straight into the sizeable puddle of his own making.

Moving forward he could feel strings of sticky precum running from his peeking cocktip, stretching towards the floor, dangling around with every move and catching on the fur on his thighs.

That was another worry the drug always helped with. It made the prolonged denial Inis forced upon him... bearable, if at best. Surely, Cord had days and nights, especially nights when his libido would break through the chemical prison he tried to conceal it in. It often led to frustrating, sleepless hours of him tossing around the bed, his hard cock staining the sheets. Oh, how strong was the temptation to just break and relieve himself. There was no way Inis would know. He knew there wasn't! And yet... he never dared to do it. This paranoid fear was always there. What if he somehow found out? How could he ever face himself in the mirror, knowing he traded his soldier's life for an orgasm? However little solace it was in all that mess, he never broke. Any such troublesome night, he would instead lay belly down on the cold floor, until his member shrunken back into his sheath.

Was every night now going to be like that? Not to mention the nights Inis will actually decide to have his way with him... Cord shivered at that dreadful thought. He knew that night was going to change everything. Finally, the damn cat had the leverage he needed over him - sex - the downfall of many men, great and small.

The warm tingling in his loins, while he climbed on his bed, felt like a mockery, only to strengthen his doubts. Did he have enough willpower to withstand the cravings of his young body? Certainly, Inis wasn't going to make it easier for him.

"Lay on your back. I want to see all of you."

Cord's body ached at the very thought of contact with anything and rightfully, because once he put his weight on his rump, it flared up as if he sat on a glowing campfire. He hissed through his teeth, but Inis wasn't listening to any of his complaints.

Protective of his back the wolf more reclined than laid, supporting himself on his elbows. It was better anyway to keep some control over the situation and like that he could at least see what Inis was up to. Apparently, it was good enough for the jaguar. He was standing just before the bed. Staring... his entire attention was centered on the young wolf's groin.

Lust mixed up with smugness on that short muzzle, without a trace of shame. Cordell could feel his own muzzle burning with embarrassment. It was the first time that night he found himself in such a revealing position, his swollen sheath, and heavy sack completely on display for the cat. He couldn't help it, his tail tucked up on its own will, covering the young's privates.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The feline waved his finger and crossed his hands on his chest. "I said ALL of you. Besides I've seen it already a couple times."

"Not, ah... n-not like that," mumbled the wolf looking to the side. He couldn't keep his ears up.

Inis sat on the bed, placing his hand between the wolf's legs. It was almost touching the fur of his grey tail.

"Like what?"

The wolf scolded himself. This way he was only prompting the feline to embarrass him even more. As if it wasn't shameful enough having to battle this... this craving. He wouldn't be so worked-up if not for all the time he was denied! And then there was that strange substance Inis dosed him with. The cat repeated his question, that smug grin plastered on his muzzle. Go to hell! Thought Cord. There was no way he was answering that!

The silence between them grew more and more awkward, broken only after the jaguar spoke, "Why is the clever commander so uncertain all of a sudden?"

This time Cordell growled at the mockery, but it was met only with a snort.

"You know, maybe it's really better to let your little friend speak for both of you. I'm sure he is of much better attitude. Now put your tail down."

The young lad huffed from the sinking feeling somewhere in his gut. It took actual effort to comply, but eventually, he managed to force his tail down on the bed.

"Much better." Commented the cat when the wolf's sheath and balls came into his view again. That perverted hunger in his eyes was as hard to endure, as the ache in his rump.

Cordell turned his head away, but there was nothing else he could do when the touch came. Inis stroked the inside of his thigh, his nimble, clawed fingers slid through his fur, picking up some of the slimy precum staining his crotch.

They stopped short of his sheath, claw tips just barely touching his groin.

"You were always dry and limp like an old man. Disappointing... but look how much you're leaking now," noticed the jaguar, smiling, "Whatever you pumped yourself with, probably still resides within, but don't worry, my toxin will fix that. And when your body disposes of it, we won't need those tricks anymore. THIS- is all we need." He stated and cupped Cordell's hefty sack.

The lupine's legs jerked at the light touch when dull pain pulled at his nerves.

"Hurts?" Inis shot him a glance.

"N-not sure... why don't you b-beat the crap out of them another fifty times?" Cord hissed through his teeth, annoyed by the question.

"You deserve it."

Fuck you, thought the wolf at the cat's blunt resume. It was only then when he realized what a stupid outburst that was. Now he was screwed for good!

But miraculously, the jaguar didn't react. Instead, he continued to massage the lupine's battered balls, making the lad hiss from discomfort and pain. Tilting his head back, Cord let a pained groan escape his muzzle. At least it was taking his mind off the arousal. Nevertheless, those invasive fingers were quite delicate.

"You are no good to me like that now," stated the jaguar, tenderly stroking his sack with slow movements, starting at the root of his member, and pulling it down a bit every time. Again and again. Despite the hissing laments that kept escaping his muzzle, soon enough Cord had to admit that it was helping, even if his balls weren't really lose enough in their furry sack to budge that much. Not anymore.

Quite some time had passed since Cordell first noticed how full they got. Drug or no drug, there was no stopping his virile body from doing its duty. And from now on, it was about to bring him a lot of hardships.

He tried to steer his thoughts away from that. There was no point, and however awkward and embarrassing, the feline's ministrations did alleviate the pain. It took a couple minutes, or at least that's what it seemed to the naked wolf, and sometime in that time, his hissing and groaning died down to huffing. And it was no longer any dull ache that was causing it.

Cord knew the cat was constantly inspecting him. He could feel the ever watchful eyes, so his own remained closed, but as his reactions changed, so changed the jaguar's caressings. Gone was the monotonous massage, replaced by more bold, erotic fondling. Nimble fingers traced circles at the base of his sheath, where it met his scrotum, and every now and then Inis' sharp claws dug into the short fur on his sack and pinched the skin lightly. Every time his aching muscles tightened in reflex, his body anticipating more pain. They were really teasing sparks, nothing more. But it was just enough to ignify him.

Inis then cupped his sack and lifted it. A wave of heat hit him straight in the muzzle, as he felt the feline's fingers brushing over his taint, sending flashes of pleasure through his loins. At first, it was a barely palpable, fleeting sensation, but the jaguar kept raising the pressure every few seconds. Cordell tried to keep himself composed, growling from efforts to hold on to his dignity, but there was no denying this growing heat in his groin. There was no fighting the stirring in his sheath. His balls felt pleasantly warm, constantly fondled in the feline's palm, and lower, the other skillful hand went along and began properly rubbing his perineum.

As the jaguar's fingers rubbed him from the base of his heavy sack almost to his very tailhole, the wolf knew he couldn't stop himself. It was hopeless! The massage was so intense, teasing his prostate through his tingling taint, that he could feel himself hardening, his wolfhood flexing inside his sheath, eliciting feeble moans he couldn't quite hold in.

"Oh, yes!" Inis broke the silence, his voice dripping with excitement, his efforts finally rewarded. "Show us what really the mighty commander hides between his legs!"

At this point, the encouragement was as unnecessary, as it was embarrassing. Cord watched ashamed and transfixed at once as his eager cock emerged from its grey-furred sheath. Inch by inch it was growing, both in length and in girth, turning from light pink to fiery red, as his racing heart pumped it with blood. Wet from all the precum the needy wolf was producing, it glistered in the white light of the lamps, oozing some of the clear liquid onto his taut belly.

Cord didn't even remember when he had the last erection he got by any kind of stimulation. Excluding those half-hearted semi-hardons that Inis managed to coax from him while he was drugged, it must have had been way before their expedition. It was almost unreal to feel the pleasurable, erotic touch anywhere around his genitals, and it was definitely out of this world when a feline hand appeared as if out of nowhere and trailed its claw tips over the hard, dripping shaft.

The wolf moaned, unprepared, his cock throbbing in reaction to the touch. It was cruelly stimulating, when five, small pin tips trailed over his tapered tip and slid downwards, making him tremble with sensations. Another moan escaped his hot with shame muzzle.

"Beautiful," praised Inis, staring shamelessly. "Are you similar to feral dogs? Is there a knot?" He asked suddenly, not ceasing his teasing.

"Well, you are tiny like feral cats, ain't you?" retorted the wolf, not really happy with the comparison.

"This just keeps getting better," murmured the jaguar, "We can't keep it confined like that then, can we?"

The cat wasn't going to wait for an answer, not that Cord was willing to provide one anyway. The teasing claws relented for now, but only to be replaced by a steady, firm grip at the base of his shaft, just above the furry sheath. The young wolf gasped, as Inis treated him with a couple solid strokes up along to his tip, spreading his slick pre over his entire wolfhood.

With each returning motion that hand tugged his sheath down a little further, finally exposing the entire base of the wolf's shaft. The jaguar then encircled it with his fingers, holding the furry pouch retracted, and with his other hand started stroking over where Cord's knot just began swelling slightly.

The motions were firm, fast, making the lad's legs stiffen, and his digits curl from almost overwhelming sensations. Nobody ever touched him there like that! It was really, beyond pleasurable, serving rather to force him into the full mast, than lewdly coax him to get hard out of pleasure. And yet, the rough treatment got him going like nothing else.

The wolf's muscles cramped, but he didn't even register the ache from the beating, as he gaped at his own cock, flexing under the touch, with his knot swelling rapidly at the base. It was embarrassing how hard he got from this devious feline's touch. A male's touch, for that matter! And yet, shameful as it was, Cord was trembling from pleasure, his knot swelling to the fullest in no time at all. And then Inis stopped.

Just like that, this merciless hand left him abruptly. Cord growled from a sudden lack of stimulation, the realization how much he wanted the cat to continue painfully present in the back of his mind, as he laid there, panting like a road runner. But it was the drug, the drug and his long fast from any sort of relief. How was he supposed to react any different?! He held onto that thought, wishing it was more convincing than it really was.

For quite a while both Cord and Inis remained still, while the perverted acolyte just gaped at the naked, rock-hard young wolf in front of him. It was almost as if he celebrated every bare inch of the soldier's athletic body. At that moment, however, the bastard wouldn't take his eyes off the hot wolfhood throbbing between Cord's legs.

"I must admit, commander... you are quite an impressive specimen," murmured the feline, and then announced, "scarcely our people can measure up to such standards."

The hand returned to Cord's member, gripping it firmly in half, just above his knot.

"Tell me, is your kin always this big? Where do you land in mighty wolves' manhood department?"

Cord shot a desperate glance at the jaguar. Of course, he was grinning, and the mockery was there, visible as in broad daylight, in his eyes. The wolf felt his stomach turning. Did the feline really have to go this far to humiliate him? But the answer was plain and obvious. Cordell invaded his homeland, his world. Things could actually have turned much worse. As sickening as this thought was, the wolf knew it was true.

"Well?" The dexterous hand squeezed him then, stroking up and down his length, bordering on painful.

"Hnnhh... haaa-verage," panted the wolf, his muzzle burning.

"Really?" Inis cocked his head in honest interest. "Well, some lucky species you, wolves are, commander. And yet you refuse to lay with a male. Such a waste!" he chuckled, swirling his palm over the lupine's tapered tip.

Cordell yelped as the ecstatic impulses shot through his shaft. Damn jaguar!

"Apparently doesn't stop you from squirming like a horny pup in my hands," teased him Inis, not stopping for a second.

"Hnnngghhh! With what you're doing to me?! Hnghaah-! FUCK!... What man wouldn't?!"

"Hahaha... true."

"Please!"

And for once, the jaguar listened, leaving his sensitive wolfhood be.

"Let's see what else you're not interested in, boy," he decided, as his hands moved to the straps of his loincloth. In a manner of seconds, the slender feline was ready, standing up to let his last piece of garment slide down to the floor. In this very moment, the jaguar's scent grew stronger, one particular tone in it dominating above all the rest - arousal.

Cord refused to watch, wanting to spare himself the view for as long as possible, but Inis had other ideas.

The jaguar circled the bed and sat to the Cord's right.

"Move, dog."

Although growling in response, the lupine complied, making space for the cat. He didn't like it one bit when Inis laid down beside him. Their furs rubbing together, bodies radiating with lusty heat... It felt wrong in so many ways in his mind. And it felt embarrassingly right when Inis propped himself on his elbow and stroked Cordell's chest. Every touch against his pectorals felt electric and ignited him further. It was infuriating! What was the damn cat even thinking? Those were gestures reserved for lovers, for pleasure! Not for... for this!

The wolf tensed, trying to fix his gaze somewhere on the wall on the opposite side of the room, and just endure it all. But it was useless... he found himself nervous, shooting sideway glances at the feline. His muzzle was too close to his own, longer one. He could feel the jaguar's warm breath tickling his whiskers, he could smell his exotic musk in the air. It was too close, too fucking intimate! And yet, the jaguar went further, nuzzling the young wolf's neck, drawing his short muzzle up from his shoulder, until Cord's ear twitched in the stream of hot air he breathed out.

"You want to know a curiosity, my handsome commander?" He whispered.

Cord didn't have the guts to even budge. He couldn't shove the cat away, could he now?

"There was a mighty queen once, that ruled my people. She was a beautiful, strong female... she didn't lack wisdom too... Jez'Abel, that was her name. Like most great rulers, she had a big secret, too," explained Inis, not ceasing his exploration of the wolf's muscled pecs. "You see, the queen was quite an unsated woman in bed. Her beauty, her spirits, and power attracted many men of high and even lower status, willing to try their luck and experience her hospitality. And many did. But she was very careful while picking her partners. Oh, she always went after those with no powerful allies and families. She would invite them secretly to the palace, wine and dine them... aaand then..." Inis looked at him grinning, teasing one of his nipples under his fur, "you know what then?"

"What?" groaned the wolf, not liking the story. The sparks coming from the teasing traveled down and up his spine, surprisingly intensive.

"...then they would wake in dark chambers of the palace, bound, naked... at her mercy. They say the queen abducted over a dozen lovers like that, many others were lucky enough to come off their encounters with the queen blessedly unaware, but those twelve poor bastards... her harem, so to speak - they never knew any other life again," revealed the jaguar with seriousness in his voice. "And she did unspeakable things to them. She beat them, pleasured them to no end, making them suffer from no release... forced them on each other, regardless of their preference. Some even say she would let her elite guard use her boys in all-night orgies and... other things."

Cordell felt his ears folding back, shivering in a cold anxiety despite the pleasure from the cat's constant stimulation. Why was he telling him this? The bastard smirked, seeing the wolf flinch at the story.

"That's not a story, I'd expect from a priest," muttered the wolf, "why are you telling me this?"

"The drug I dosed you with is called Jezabel, after the deviant queen. Isn't it just perfectly appropriate now, commander Cord?" chuckled Inis, "It's a very popular specific. Especially in brothels. Powerful too. Makes you more receptive..." he whispered to the wolf's ear, and then, all of a sudden, licked just inside.

A weak moan escaped the lupine's muzzle, as that wet tongue licked again, descending with each go, just beneath his jaw line. Cordell had to fight himself, the temptation to lift his head, expose his throat and neck to the caresses of the wet tongue was so strong... how was that possible?! As if he was some subby bitch for the feline! And yet he moaned, and shivered, his hard cock flexing in reaction to the sparks of pleasure spreading down from his neck.

"...receptive for pleasure...," continued Inis, sinking his nose in the fur on the wolf's chest. Inhaling slowly, that delicate nose traveled farther south, and the warm, sandpapery tongue kissed the wolf's nipple, eliciting another trembling moan from him.

"...and pain."

It happened before Cord even had a chance to register. Feline teeth clicked as Inis bit down, and hard. The lad's naked body arched up when the wolf cried from the pain. It hurt, but there was something else to it too. And it made the muscles in his abdomen and groin contract. The wolf whimpered, dropping down on his sore back. He reached to cover himself, but Inis swatted his paw away, already licking and suckling at the aching nipple.

"F-fuck!"

He was angry, he _wanted_to be angry, there was nothing that would give him more pleasure than punching this mocking grin off of the feline's face. Except... there was, he realized with shame. There was something. It was a dark thought, but it was there, and never left him. The want for the touch...

"Lie down," ordered him Inis, breaking his train of thoughts.

"What do you want to-..."

"Lie. Down." This time the feline pushed his muscled chest to the bed, so he didn't have much choice, but to obey. Once he did, the cat praised him, "That's better."

So many wrong emotions rushed through the wolf when those claw tips nipped at his skin. Feeling the jaguar's glance, Cordell closed his eyes, but it only served to amplify the sensations.

Ten daggers dug through his light, grey fur, to explore the muscles of his youthful body. They climbed up to his shoulders, and farther, groping his biceps. Then, in their wander back, the fingers stroked along his sides, delicate, yet firm enough to send hot tickles through his core.

The wolf had to clench his teeth and fight his body's jolly reaction from bursting out of his muzzle. However, when these same tricky fingers steered to the center, sliding down his abdomen, that was that! He couldn't hold back anymore and moaned shamefully. Sparks of pleasure shoot all around his belly, and lower, just above his rock-hard length. The swollen wolfhood flexed and flexed urgently, drooling with clear precum with every shuddering fit flaring through Cord's body. And the cat wasn't even touching it!

The wolf knew very well, there was no coincidence in that either. Inis wasn't shy by any means, he let his paws roam everywhere, but to his cock. The cat was circling the lupine's sensitive nipples with his fingers, then feeling up his shaped torso, only to descend with his caresses to the wolf's groin, to tease around his sheath, fondle his balls and knead them delicately in his warm paw pads. Ultimately it always ended between his legs, with these dexterous and strong fingers rubbing his taint passionately, goading his prostate so the wolf would wet his belly even more. And then the routine would start again, in the same, or somehow changed order as if Inis decided to add some variety every now and then.

Groans and moans escaping Cord's muzzle made him burn with shame; made the wolf wonder subconsciously if there was any breath left in him to snarl in rebellion against this lustful harassment... or maybe all that was left was to wage battle after battle against his body, a fight to keep himself from begging until it was over.

Gods, just touch my cock! Just touch my cock! You wanted it, so take it now! Screamed the boy in his mind. Since the jaguar coaxed his knot out, he never spared a moment for the Cord's aching wolfhood! These paws, these fingers were everywhere, coiling around him like serpents, elevating his pulse to the point he thought his heart will tear through his ribcage. And Inis did pay special attention to that.

"Are you nervous, or is it excitement, hmm?" He asked, stroking his chest again. Cord's eyes snapped open at that, meeting the feline's glance. It was playful, almost sultry, but there was always that observant spark there, that kept the wolf wary of his every word. Not that he was able to share any now, laying there, trying to catch his breath, panting heavily. What would he even say? How much he wanted the jaguar to reach down and masturbate him? Self-contempt after this thought became so unbearable he had to turn away.

"You won't breathe a word, but I can feel what you want. I can smell what you want." Inis' words were like venom, dissolving his facade. "You can't deny it," added the jaguar, placing his paw on the Cord's belly, watchful to avoid any contact with the boy's desperate, aching wolfhood.

"B-but I don't have t-to..." stammered the wolf, his teeth chattering from arousal, "...to succumb to it."

"That's where you are mistaken."

Deep down he knew it too. He couldn't fight it forever, and he couldn't run from it. Certainly, it felt good and somehow reassuring to know that he still had the fight in him, that he still could oppose, even if only verbally. But that small victory was short-lived when he felt a shift on the bed.

Cord raised his head to see the jaguar straddling his thighs to sit on them. The touch and heat of another body next to his, a male's body for that matter was... dismayfully pleasant.

The change in position forced their groins together. It was new, and something different from a paw's touch. Cordell noted how warm and soft it felt when their furry sacks nested together between their bodies. Undoubtedly the jaguar wasn't falling behind his subject when it came to enjoyment out of the depraved act. His balls, mirroring the wolf's bigger orbs, also held pretty tight to the feline's body. It's been an embarrassingly pleasant sensation, but it was only when their hard manhoods slid against one another, sharing their lustful heats, when the young wolf shuddered, failing to keep a groan from escaping his muzzle.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Murmured Inis, traces of arousal now audible in his own voice. There might have been a rising inflection there at the end, but Cord knew very well, this wasn't really a question. He might have stayed silent, but in the end, it wasn't doing a thing to preserve him even an ounce of a straight male's dignity.

One hundred and seventy-nine days of chastity, each of them with a tribute paid to his aching body tonight... and some wicked aphrodisiac in his veins to complement it. He kept reciting this brief summary like a mantra, trying to shield his identity from the confounding storm of lust-filled thoughts and emotions going through his head. From the lecherous urges stirring in his loins. But there was no self-justification for it! How could another male's erection feel so good on his wolfhood? How could a straight young wolf such as himself crave for more abuse of this kind?

No matter how altered, right then, right there, that part of him that begged for release, no matter the price, was growing stronger, more and more difficult to contain.

And to make things worse, the stronger his craving got, Inis always upped the ante. It was almost as if he could read in his mind, noted Cord, as the jaguar leaned down over him, placing his paws on both of the wolf's sides. The young lupine gasped, as their lengths throbbed together. This position felt too intimate... very uncomfortable. For a moment he panicked the feline was going for a kiss. That was nonsense, though, as soon enough his intentions were clear.

"Aaooghhh!" A lengthy moan escaped the lad's throat when Inis moved his hips forward for the first time. However, nothing but average for a lupine, Cordell's hard wolfhood still dwarfed the jaguar's member. The devious feline quickly used that to his advantage, as he slowly retracted his slender hips, squatting low on his knees, only to roll back forward.

The movement was languid but deliberate. Each go forced the passing seconds to slow down to a frustrating crawl for the wolf. Sensations, although sharply tangible, merged into a roar, overloading the young canine's senses, and right then Cordell could swear he was able to distinguish every single barb on that feline length, sliding along the slick, smooth skin of his own twitching member.

It was always the strongest, most intense at the beginning and at the end... As Inis initiated the movement, those fleshy barbs of his malehood stroked just the right place, this being the Cord's swollen knot, shooting jolts of pleasure up his spine. As the wolf arched his back, this teasing length rubbed along, ascending to his tapered tip and... by the gods, if there ever were any, wasn't that a torture! The small, meaty spikes glided around and over his tip, kissing prickly, nipping at his urethra and even catching at it sometimes on the jaguar's way back.

Cordell couldn't keep himself from shaking, as the weird stimulation shook his body. He dreamed about just disappearing, away from this feline, from this planet and these sensations, but shame only grew stronger, as another moans and groans escaped his muzzle. The jaguar was setting the pace which only meant a small nightmare of sluggish, frustrating teasing, which brought the horny wolf to snarling out of the mixture of chagrin and arousal.

"F-fuck!" He cursed finally, after what appeared to be a quarter of such treatment. Or more?

"Oh, is that what you want?" inquired Inis with a smile in his voice, "Would you like me to claim that sweet, virgin rump of yours, mighty commander?"

It was humiliating how his rock-hard cock throbbed in response, absolutely invalidating his growl and angry sending the jaguar to hell. Thankfully the bastard didn't catch that small treason of the wolf's aching body.

"Of course, my handsome commander, how could I be so mistaken! I mean... such a stud, straight as an arrow?" mocked him his tormentor, "clearly you would much prefer to sink that beautiful, hard cock of yours right... there."

Cordell gasped, as his wolfhood flexed again. A warm tailhole over his cocktip has taken him completely by surprise. How long has it been since he felt an inviting hole kissing his cock like that? It felt heavenly, and then, to make things even better, Inis actually lowered himself, letting the wolf's drooling tip inside, if only but an inch.

"...yes," hissed the cat, stabilizing himself on his knees, "tell me, how does it feel, wolf? Do you want me to go lower? Take more of you?"

Barely did Cord register the words, his mind already awash by the ecstatic wave of pleasure. But somewhere in the back of his head, he recognized what that truly meant. The jaguar indeed was playing him. And at this point, with his muzzle burning from shame, his fists clenched on the bed frame, he was... he was right there, at the edge of giving in. No, he already was past that edge!

The wolf caught himself halfway through the nod of confirmation to the jaguar's question. When his eyes snapped open, panicked, it was already too late - his glance met with that sly, grinning, feline muzzle, only a couple inches from his own.

"I saw thaaat," he almost chirped, honestly amused, "Will the mighty commander verbalize his request?"

The voice that said that might have been light and playful, but as they stared at each other, Cord saw more than sheer enjoyment in the jaguar's eyes. There was always scrutiny deep there. Somehow, even degrading and tormenting him, Inis kept his focus, tracking every lupine's reaction. How at the same time, the feline managed to engage and sate his perverse desires and remain this sharp and receptive, the wolf had no idea. It was both disconcerting and humiliating, making him feel like an animal, naked and vulnerable, put on display for the crowds.

"No?" Inis raised his brows provocatively. "Too manly for your taste? You can picture a woman, I don't mind. For now..." He snorted. The worst part was that Cordell's lust-hazed mind jumped to that offer immediately! The young wolf tossed his head to the side and growled, baring his fangs, chasing the thoughts of sex away.

"Imagine how it would feel like to-mmmnnhhh," moaned Inis, rolling his hips a little. It was just a stir, no more, and yet it made Cordell gasp in pleasure. "...how it would feel like to seize me by the hips. Force me down on that swollen knot of yours."

The words made his hard length throb between his legs again, and again, straining against the hot walls of the feline's passage.

"Let me help you," said Inis, and forced Cord's strong paws from his spread-eagled position, to grip his slender waistline. "Can you feel it now? Can you feel sliding up inside? When have you been in someone the last time?"

The wolf hated the jaguar so much at this moment. It felt too good. The power of temptation to arch his back, hump upwards was so strong... How could he even be waging this battle against his desires?! He knew what was at stake! He knew he couldn't, under any circumstances, surrender to his lust. It was his punishment, Inis made that very clear. As clear, as he made the conditions for their secret, sinful deal. And yet there he was, shaking, like in fever, his digits almost piercing the fur and skin on the jaguar's hips.

"Come on! Spear me with this big, needy boy!" Dared him Inis, the bastard! "Am I not your prisoner, commander? You should do as you please with me! As you did with my people in the battle!"

"N-no..." Moaned the wolf, his teeth chattering, "Nnnggghah! NO!"

"Do it!" Hissed the jaguar, but Cord gritted his teeth and denied once again. With every second it was getting worse and worse. The feline mocked him, goaded, finally making Cordell cry in despair.

Roaring in the mix of anger and frustration, the strong lupine shoved Inis aside, and the jaguar fell on the bed. Cord's violent action surprised him no less than the feline and for a moment, he felt really good, just to remind them both, he could still physically dominate the situation. But this rush of power was nothing else than a flicker, that soon was extinguished by anger and fear. Staring down on the jaguar's unreadable expression made his ears fold back, and a cold chill run through him. Now he had finally done it! Inis wasn't going to let it slide, for certain.

It had to be the longest couple seconds yet, when they stared at each other, Cord's heart thumping madly in his chest, as he prayed the cat didn't get mad. But there was no trace of emotion on that spotted muzzle of his, no immediate reaction. This cold stare, this threatening unknown was unnerving, ten times worse than an outrage! And then feline fangs flashed in a grin. It was all part of the game! The cruel bastard just enjoyed keeping him on edge! The wolf felt an angry growl rising in his throat, but the cat was first to speak.

"Your spirit is strong, I have to give you that." He admitted, placing his paw on Cordell's bare chest, that devious grin never leaving his face. "You better last in this. You are so much more fun when you struggle."

There were no words to tell how defeated Cord felt in that moment. Whatever he did, he was bound to lose in this sick game, because the jaguar rigged it however he pleased.

"Let's have some more of that," he decided, his voice dripping with malice.

The feeling of the delicate fingerpads on his wolfhood was desired, but not expected. And for that reason, and for how overwhelmingly sensitive he's got, Cord's muscles tensed violently, when the swift digits returned to the tapered head of his twitching length.

While keeping himself down mostly to moanful huffing and occasional groans, the needy wolf couldn't really get his hips under control. From all the exertion after his exhausting push-ups, from the ecstatic jolts rippling wherever the cat touched, his muscles strained, making him tremble. With ears flattened, powerless, he watched the nimble fingers molesting his erection.

Cord didn't remember himself this desperate, this hard ever in his life. Maybe as a teenager, when he first bedded a female. He remembered ruting her vigorously, as befitted the real man he was then. For the entire fifteen seconds. As much as he didn't need that memory right now, he was certain it wouldn't take much more of proper stroking to drive him to the same messy ending as then.

However, that wasn't the cat's plan at all. Instead of a woman's warmth, or at least a tight grip, there was emptiness or occasional brush of fingers. Whenever the frustration has built up enough for his hips to spasm involuntarily, there was only lukewarm air to pierce through for his needy wolfhood. And then a short break followed when Inis would let him cool down from his high. That never meant the cat just let the wolf free. Oh no, there was not a second with him untouched.

If anything, the cat let his hands roam all around the Cord's physique, as if he was a cartographer, trying to map his young body. These invasive fingers traveled up and down, sharp claws digging through the wolf's thick fur, scratching the skin. The sensations were bordering on pain, but it was definitely pleasure that dominated Cordell's senses.

Inis wasn't lazy with his muzzle either. Back were the nips at the wolf's throat and that caressing tongue. Once again that lover's touch, in a way more invasive than any fondling and groping, was gnawing at the young lad's nerves. This time however it was even worse. As Inis descended down his neck, mouthing his skin, he traced his tongue along the curves of the soldier's pecs. A warm breath followed the damp residue of saliva, to his very nipples.

Cordell shuddered, as the cold current shot down his spine. He felt his hackles spiking on his back, but despite the feeling being very distinguishable, it had nothing to do with cold, and everything to do with how great and wrong it all felt at the same time. His groan broke down to a whimper when he felt one of those light, warm paws returning to his heavy sack. The jaguar resumed his fondling there, playing with the wolf's full balls.

"It feels in them, that it's been a while, doesn't it?" Asked the feline, almost sweetly, playfully. There was mockery there too.

What was he supposed to say?! Almost two hundred days! But Cord wasn't going to give him an answer. Instead, he growled threateningly at the native. It had as much effect on him, as could have been expected to have on a man holding him by his balls.

"You can tell me, wolf... do you want me to drain these big boys? I'll do it if you ask nicely..."

His ears perked up at that. Cordell glanced at his needy wolfhood, dripping with precum. Just looking at himself aroused him more and more, it was maddening! Was it really worth it, to suffer all of this just to prove the point? What point it even was? That he was straight? Of course he was, it was all the drug. The drug and denial. The wolf eyed his tormentor, and he knew the look on his face was expectant, probably hopefull even. And how naive it was.

"...for a certain price." Inis then finished, a vile grin spreading on his muzzle.

Motherfucker! The wolf growled gutturally and jerked his head away, just to not punch that muzzle right into the cat's brain. Of course, he would pull something like that! And Cord kept playing himself right into these traps. How was he going to fight it, when all he could think of was sex?!

"Impressive," praised him Inis. "Every time I think I've got you... you don't disappoint. True warrior. Always fighting. Always resisting. Your people would be proud, commander. Well... as soon as they would see past what a bitch of mine you are," chuckled the jaguar.

It was already so hard to listen to the cat humiliating him. This praise of his only added to the insult. Cordell felt the mattress shift under the cat's weight but didn't look. That's why it surprised him once again when he felt a paw closing around his wolfhood.

He couldn't stop his gasp, it felt just too good. Those dexterous fingers held him firmly, the short fur on them, tickled just right, catching the slick pre as the hand slid slowly down, to his engorged knot. Cordell shuddered from the sensations, barely able to focus on the cat's words.

"It must be hell for you, with this young, strong body, just made to breed. At this age, it's all a boy can think of. And yet you resist," said the jaguar, this time with honest admiration. "You might hate me, but I do know that good dogs get rewarded."

The wolf didn't want to believe, didn't want to let his hopes up. But the fire was too strong, and his need so desperate! When he turned his gaze back forward, he saw the cat again between his legs. And it was the last thing he did saw, before his head jerked back, and his eyes snapped shut. Was it a reflex? He wasn't sure. He only knew that he didn't want any other stimuli taking his focus away from the muzzle going down on him because Inis did just that; he rewarded him.

How long has it been since he felt this warmth around him? He could probably recall that, but what did it matter? It was happening, right then and there. That sandpapery tongue enveloped the underside of his throbbing shaft, as the cat went down on him. Cordell had to grab the bed frame at his sides because it felt so overwhelming. Never before any feline pleasured him like that, and now the hundreds of miniature barbs on this tongue were driving him insane, in all the good ways and many wrong.

It was embarrassing how quickly he was losing his composure. It wasn't two minutes into the act, and Cord was already letting moans after moans escape his muzzle. He felt himself burning with shame, but was there anyone left to fool in this room?

Male or not, the wolf had to shamefully admit, Inis was giving him the best head he ever had. Was it the drug, the denial? Probably all this combined, and yet it was a male, making him thrash his head against the mattress in a mix of bliss and frustration. Even when a paw joined the muzzle, in turns squeezing his knot and caressing it, it was never fast enough to really bring him close enough to the edge. Time and time again, he felt himself building up, gushing out new shots of pre into the jaguar's warm muzzle, but then the cat would relent, letting him out of his maw, bringing his paw to trace lightly over the slick skin of his length. Then a couple more solid strokes would follow, collecting all the warm liquid dripping from the wolf's slit.

It made Cord shiver and whine in anticipation of that mouth returning, but after a couple times, the breaks started taking longer... long enough for Cord to raise his head. He dreadfully expected his tormentor to make him beg, but the jaguar wasn't looking at him at all. Instead, the wolf found Inis nuzzling his throbbing, lupine length, licking slowly from his knot to the tapered tip, sending more and more shivers through the boy. He looked strangely entranced with the throbbing wolfhood, pretty much worshipping it, which just put the young commander beyond being simply uncomfortable.

It was almost as if nothing of that evening before ever happened. Or at least that was Cord's impression until those amber eyes opened and rested on him, and the same superior smirk broke up on the spotted muzzle. The wolf immediately sensed danger, but his alerts proved to be premature.

"Bend your knees," the cat urged him, and at this point, Cordell was far past caring. Ready to trade almost anything just to bring that muzzle down on his length, he complied. And for certain, that was one of the simpler orders he took from the jaguar this night.

"Good boy," praised him the feline," and now you will feel a slight discomfort."

"Wha-AAAAGH!"

It happened in a flash. It went in fast, almost without effort, before his passage clenched around in reflex. It was his own precum, now easing this invading finger inside! The jaguar's hands were practically soaked in it after the long session of toying with the wolf's dripping length. One second everything was normal, and another a pressure shot over his tailhole, and that too, was gone in an instant. No, not gone... Inside him.

Cordell groaned from the sudden intrusion, his mind only registering what happened, while he felt himself clenching tightly around the jaguar's finger... a new level of violation, a new plane to humiliate him further.

"G-GET IT OUT!" Roared Cordell, anger boiling in his veins momentarily. But Inis wasn't having any of that.

"Shut up!" Snapped the feline. That alone was enough to remind Cord his place.

"Please..." he whimpered. It wasn't exactly the pain, it was rather stinging than. But the penetration... he didn't think he could feel more abused that he already did, and yet Inis stepped his game up.

"You will endure whatever I come up with, dog," hissed the jaguar and jabbed his finger upward for the emphasis, making the wolf whimper in discomfort.

It was outrageous! With that last intrusion, the last remains of his dignity were shredded. And he couldn't do anything about it!

"Sooner or later there are other things going inside you, not just my fingers, boy. So better get used to it," warned him the cat, as if reading his thoughts. Instinctively he knew where it all was headed and a cold shiver ran through him at that thought. Inis was never shy about his intentions ever since he first informed him that he poisoned his people. However, that gruesome expectation in no way could have had prepared him for the reality. Just as it couldn't prepare him for the sensations that followed when Inis got back to working on him.

As the feline's paw once again slid over his hard shaft, its warm touch, however gentle, was enough to send jolts of pleasure down his cock and farther deep in his loins. Cordell's needy gasp turned into a pained hiss, as his muscles clenched powerfully around the invader in his tailhole. That stinging was there, only amplified as his body tried to push the slick finger back.

Inis actually gave in, letting the wolf have his way. For a moment there, Cord felt a touch of respite. Maybe the cat changed his mind? His small relief was crushed brutally though, as this finger was shoved back right then, despite the resistance.

The mix of sensations was impossible to comprehend, starting always with a touch of pleasure he so longed for, only to end up with a rough penetration as the jaguar pressed his digit into him.

At first, the moves were erratic, arduous, and while Cord shot a quick glance down his body, he saw the jaguar's muscles tense at each push into him. The pressure felt wrong and made him grit his teeth, and the teasing on his cock, albeit it was still there, making him tremble, yet seemed pushed somewhere outside his perception.

There was something unreal about it all, how him, Cordell Thalcyon, a young, skilled commander ended up on his own bed, as a sex toy to a man he took captive, a savage, at that. The savage that had outwitted him, and now was fingering his tailhole, doing all those unspeakable things to him... what would his people, the soldiers only a couple meters away, outside, say to that? What would his proud father say?

The surge of heat on his muzzle made him almost scream from anger and humiliation. How could he handle what was going on? The military academy didn't exactly have a program preparing for that...

A sudden change cleared his head of those thoughts, a change somewhere inside him, a change that set off another alarm. Minutes were passing, the finger kept sliding inside him, quick and unbothered by his growls, forceful enough to make his red, knotted length bob over his stomach, and yet... he wasn't really growling anymore. As the stinging throbs accompanying every movement started to fade, other sensations were already emerging to the surface. A moment later, the second finger joined to the first, and it wasn't even so bad after just a few pushes. Inis whispered his praises, appreciating how well the young wolf cooperated on the project of his own debasement.

Unwilling as his mind was, his body surrendered to the touch, letting the sensations take over the pride. As his passage gave way, relaxing, warm flickers took place of any discomfort he felt before. It was his prostate, Cord knew immediately, the place that men bedding other men were after. He immediately regretted making that connotation in his mind. It was embarrassing. Emasculating. He wanted to be sick, he really wanted at that moment for the pain to come back, but there was another voice in him, sneering at himself. That voice knew much better what he really wanted, and it got louder and louder, while each passing of those fingers just sweetened the deal. After the third finger, the lupine's composure crumbled, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning anymore. Under that pleasant pressure, rhythmically spreading from his tailhole to his loins, making his toes curl, his needy wolfhood throbbed, drenching his belly fur with more and more crystal-clear pre.

"You can feel, can't you, wolf?" whispered the jaguar, "That urge within you, to just let go and beg for it... every time I slid in and rub you inside, you can taste a little of that sweet release you won't have." Inis picked the perfect moment to punctuate it with another thrust of his fingers inside him. "That's some straight man right here," mocked the cat, thrusting again, forcefully, making Cordell yelp from the pressure, "you're hard like a stud, you clench like a bitch. That set of fingers up your ass feels that good? Maybe you should reconsider your preferences, boy." "Fuck you!" Snarled Cord, unable to withstand it any longer. As crude, and simple as it was, it felt good to vent his emotions, to show some defiance. Even if deep inside there was nothing he wanted more than for the cat to sped up with those fingers, and for the warm muzzle to return to his throbbing shaft and start suckling upon it again. But he wasn't going to break. He couldn't give Inis this satisfaction, he simply couldn't! There was still fight in him, even if fighting meant to lose, no matter the outcome.

And fight he did, growling and snarling, at all the sneering and goading coming his way. The cat only seemed to enjoy it more for that matter. And his body kept delightfully betraying him with every minute, and every thrust of those fingers. His muscles cramped, and his needy cock flexed in the waves of nearly orgasmic pleasure coming from his tailhole. Between those, and the cruelly denying warm breaths bathing his leaking wolfhood, he was bordering on the verge of madness. How long could he endure it, before one of those silent cries for orgasm actually escaped his muzzle? Cord wished he wasn't so stubborn. Just the perspective of the warm, wet maw around him, the sandpapery tongue swirling around his tapered tip was so overwhelming, he felt like it could set him off immediately. It became the pinnacle of his fantasies at that moment, one that was so close, and so far away at the same time.

Somehow, on the way, he started to believe that admitting to his cravings would grant him pleasure, although Inis had flat-out declared against it. But maybe the cat would make a mistake? One stroke too far, one lick too many... that was all it would take, he was sure. It hurt his pride, and shame burned his muzzle, as he half-laid there, negotiating with himself, more and more ready to give up to his lust. In the corner of his eye, he absentmindedly saw the digits flashing through the digital face of the display panel near the bed. He only realized when two of them changed at once, how each passing minute was taking some of his anger away, replacing it with more and more of that wet lust. It was getting easier to think about surrender. In some way, at least... he knew he wouldn't sell his people's lives for an orgasm, he goddamn knew that! But the thought kept returning, making him scream inside because he knew he was not going to succumb, and the vision of more of this lustful madness was terrifying. He knew he wasn't going to surrender... But he also knew he was going to do the second best thing in the cat's eyes. Maybe even that realization had reflected in the look he shot the cat, or maybe just Inis, as if sensing what was going on in the young, horny wolf's head, chose that very moment to make his next move.

The feline lowered himself down, letting his free paw, idle until now, dive under Cord's left leg, snaking its way around the wolf's muscular thigh. As it circled around, the tips of the cat's sharp claws sunk into his pubic fur, stroking his belly, so close to his throbbing wolfhood. It made the wolf shiver with anticipation and the new position only enhanced his arousal. The jaguar had pretty much laid himself down, wedging his spotted muzzle between the wolf's legs, taking the left one on his shoulder. It was... all the same as before. Intimate, wrong and blissfully pleasant, as Inis nuzzled the fur on Cordell's inner thigh. Soon though, that black triangle of a nose descended lower, delving into the cleft of the lupine's groin. All the way Inis was breathing in, reveling in the wolf's musk, and of course, that wasn't enough for him. Thirsty for more, the jaguar assaulted the lad's groin with his tongue in a manner that was anything, but subtle. The normally concerning thought that that was another male's tongue, bathing his churning balls and crotch with saliva, licking off any residual precum, was absurdly irrelevant then. The only thing Cord was capable of, was to lay there with the jaguar's digits massaging that sweet spot within him, and accept all the obscenity, secretly wishing for more. Shamefully, his hopes spiked up once again as he felt the cat's fingers move from his belly, actually taking interest in his aching erection. It was a little, teasing trail over his length and it already made him throb, his loins contracting, his ass clenching down.

"Unnnghhhh..." The jaguar actually growled, panting from his efforts over the wolf's crotch. "I've been missing out all this time because of your little deceit. You feel amazing, wolf," murmured the feline with a single press from his fingers, that was enough to elicit a shuddering moan from the wolf. "You smell delightfully too," he added after a while, nuzzling the wolf's length, sniffing it thoroughly. "Sweet as a god of lust," Inis practically purred, grinning at the trembling wolf. Cord didn't have the strength to refrain his body from giving up to the immense power of arousal. Another time the feline's fingers traveled back up his needy cock, rough fingerpads sliding on the sticky pre, he whined from the sheer frustration. "And to tell you the truth, my handsome commander, I'm far from denying myself another taste."

There was no teasing and no cocky grins this time. Just the hot muzzle, wet with saliva, rough tongue cupping the underside of his aching member, making his legs kick back from the sensations. Light, teasing sparks were but a memory when the maelstrom of spurs hit the young wolf's loins. As he let his moans and gasps fill the room, a brief flicker of a thought passed somewhere in the back of his mind. A thought about how ashamed he was. How humiliating it was. A thought, that he didn't want to care, because he was no longer capable to do it. There had only been a brief pause with his cock halfway in that hot muzzle before Inis started letting him know how much his reaction was appreciated.

With the jaguar going down on him, the world was lost on Cord. Thorough with his tongue, Inis left no spot uncared for. The immense heat of that muzzle was overwhelming, and the cat obviously wasn't new to what he was doing. Not once he took almost all of him, leaving his spiky tongue to tease the knot outside. No woman ever made him feel like that. Truth be told, none of them were allowed to do... what Inis was doing to him, but that hardly mattered when Cord practically trashed on the bed, his muscles spasming from sheer stimulation. Not bothering to restrain himself anymore, let his hips hump into that maw. Inis, the cruel bastard he was, had always let him have a couple thrusts before stopping him, not without an effort, and ceasing his ministrations to simple, teasing brushing of fingers over his leaking tip, or the engorged knot. Only when the wolf calmed down and laid still, did the cat mercifully get back to licking his length and then sucking him off. The problem was, that these breaks to cool down were more and more frequent, and when the jaguar didn't have anything to occupy his muzzle, he was more than happy to engage in seemingly his second favorite thing to do - humiliating the young wolf. The lecherous comments about his body, his cock in particular never failed to rekindle the burning flame of shame and embarrassment in him. And yet there he was, aroused and needy beyond comprehension, willing to take whatever the cat threw his way. Finally willing to beg.

"You taste just as fine as you smell, boy," panted Inis, plucking himself off the swollen, knotted canine length, again that night. It was throbbing in his grasp, the knot pulsing under his fingers. "I-I... I can give you plenty more... to taste," gasped the wolf, desperately trying to catch some air in his lungs. The room reeked of sex, which only drove him further into desperation. That brought a genuine laughter from the cat. His whiskers brushed Cord's length, making him tremble and moan once more. "Who would have thought... you, commander, offering such lewd propositions? And to another male, for that matter?" Mocked the feline, smirking at him between his legs. The wolf hardly cared about those petty taunts anymore. All that mattered was his lust and his leaking, hard cock throbbing wildly, constantly drenching his fur with more and more precum. It took as little as the delicate trail of feline fingers along the horny length.

"I need this..." gasped Cord, his ears dropping in shame at how pleading was his voice. It was much worse than anything, Inis was throwing his way. "Oh, I don't doubt you do," the jaguar bared his fangs in a horrid grin. "Well, you know the price. Just say a word," he added, palming the wolf's wet, tapered tip, firing up the sensations shaking the boy's body. That nimble thumb, with that rough pad rubbing over his urethra, was driving him insane! "F-fuck!" Growled the wolf. "COME ON! Just once!" "One life, one orgasm..." "For how long?! I'LL GO CRAZY!" Cordell half panted, half snarled, desperately searching for any ideas, just ANYTHING that would buy him this one release, at that very moment as vital as oxygen. "And that's supposed to concern me?" The cat gave his throbbing shaft a lick. "How?" "NGGHHHH! DAMN YOU!" Cord had to grab the bed frame at his sides, to keep himself from... assaulting the cat? Assaulting his desperate wolfhood? All his muscles strained from the effort and sensations, as his body trembled and his loins urged his hips to hump, spasmodically, seeking that muzzle. "They w-will notice!" He panted, grasping at straws with his lust clouded mind. "I'm the commander! I NEED TO F-FUCKING COMMAND! Maybe you tell me how, if I can only think about sex?!"

The wolf could see that actually got the cat thinking for a while. Sensing opportunity, or rather desperately hoping for one, he pressed on, his gut twisting in self-contempt with every word he was saying. "Y-you can do what you want... flog me, debase me, fuck it! JUST LET ME! ONCE!" That gave Inis a good chuckle, that might have meant many things, but somehow, Cordell thought with dismay, that it was nothing he hoped for. And just as he resigned himself to his maddening fate, his tormentor responded. "Anything, you say? Like I couldn't already?" snorted the cat, "I wouldn't buy this bullshit, weren't you a young, horny dog, that you are. But you have some stupid point here..." admitted the jaguar. That one statement made the young wolf's ears perk up in an instant. Inis was quick to mock him savagely for that, reigniting the burning fires of shame, that licked him all over his face. "You get a chance from me," decided the cat after a particularly long glance, his expression unreadable, "and since you basically admitted you're no more than a horny animal right now, a dog, in every bit alike a feral one," the feline paw squeezed Cord's knot pleasurably, as if to emphasize the point, "you only deserve sex suitable for a mindless beast."

Cordell wanted to be insulted. Wanted for those words to piss him off, like they should any man. But the shame was nothing but a side effect by then, as his mind and his body, were nearing euphoria. He had a chance, he HAD TO take it!

"We might not have your kin on our world, but we certainly have feral dogs around, for our use," said Inis, giving another squeeze to his engorged knot. Cordell shuddered and moaned, trying to catch every single word, to be sure not to miss any instructions coming his way. "Often you return to your stead, to find your pupils ready to greet you at the gate. How excited they get sometimes, don't they? Jumping around, licking... and the closest things to unleash this adoration upon are usually master's legs, right?" Concluded the jaguar, a venomous grin slowly crawling up his face, as the dreadful realization started falling upon his subject, quickly mirroring on the lupine muzzle. "You want to cum, dog? Then get on the floor, on all fours, and hump your master's leg, you lustful animal."

Cord felt creeping cold and burning hot all at once, deep in his guts. At the point where he thought, he couldn't give a damn anymore, his head spun with raw emotions, shame, and anger, which swelled in his throat up to a massive lump. The wolf choked up, not trusting his voice at that moment. Motherfucker... MOTHERFUCKER! screamed his thoughts. But it was his throbbing dick and full balls that screamed louder. The very moment those fateful words left Inis' mouth, the young lupine knew what he was going to do. It was as obvious, as anchored in the reality, as those three fingers wedged into his tailhole. Closing his eyes shut, with a beginning of a tacit snarl frozen in his muzzle, he nodded his acceptance. It was dismaying how easy it was to ignore the outrage, the self-hatred within him. It felt wrong. Just as wrong as three feline digits sliding out of him, leaving him loose and empty. Sudden paranoia fell upon him. What the hell did it mean?! Was it still him, having those thoughts, those sensations? Was it there all the time, or was it just all the teasing, denial and the toxin working their part? His craving was too great for him to know anymore. All he knew was how painfully hard he got, climbing down from the bed.

His entire body shook with lust, the beating surely having its own part in it. Hissing from the residual pain, Cordell crawled in front of the jaguar, who already sat on the edge of the mattress. As he kneeled before Inis, he found it impossible to look him in the eye. It was hard enough to believe what was about to happen. What HE was going to do, of his own free will... Cord kept his glance low, but he couldn't help, but notice the bright red, barbed length, hard and leaking between the feline's legs. The cat was pleasuring himself, no doubt reveling in his humiliation. And Cordell, though he would sooner die, than admit it, despite his preferences found himself throbbing in arousal at that sight. It was by no means attractive to him, but this hazy, purely erotic musk in the air, these fingers trailing over the length... all the sexual energy beating from that sight before him, made his head spin and his own, bigger manhood throb painfully, almost hugging to his belly in the position he was. More, and more precum splashed on the floor with that, one even reaching the jaguar's paw. It was the only thing that made the horny wolf turn his attention away from the feline's maleness. His own ached in anticipation between his legs, begging for touch.

He didn't have to wait for long for one of those lean legs to advance forward. The jaguar was teasingly slow in his movements, driving Cord restless with anticipation. Passing seconds dragged on until the spotted, yellow paw finally wedged between his legs and right under his hefty sack. As it made contact with the lupine's churning balls, the wolf shivered, and gasped, letting out a long-held breath. It was beyond the wolf's comprehension how such a little, nonsignificant touch could evoke such strong sensations in him. But it was nowhere near what came next. Inis didn't linger there very long, but took his paw up, rubbing the wolf's balls on the way. Soft fur on the feline's toes tickled his knot first, as the cat carefully brushed it on his way up, and as soon as they passed it, the digits parted to the sides, letting the stiff length between. The sensation was quite distinct, blunt and unrefined, yet immensely pleasurable. Cordell had never felt something like that down there before. Normally it wouldn't have been sufficient enough to as much as wake a stir in his loins, but right now, the smooth feline toes journeying over his red, hard wolfhood's length left him fighting with orgasmic spasms, shaking his body like a fever. A fight that he couldn't possibly win, as Inis decided to take his sweet time, toying with him. The spotted paw pressed his throbbing shaft right to his taut belly and as soon as the jaguar's toes brushed over the crimson, tapered tip, collecting the young male's juices with a lewd squelch... it started over, back down from his balls.

Lupine's strained whimpers filled the room, as the torment continued, and unspoken words of begging rushed through the lad's dazed mind, making his muzzle burn with shame and his eyes water with desperation. His body wouldn't listen anymore, and he only partially registered his involuntary, clumsy humps against the jaguar's paw. He must have looked pathetic, kneeling there tall on his legs, at attention for a man who brought him down to such a position.

He hated it, most of all, he hated himself for consenting to this debasement, but even then, the humiliation played a whole new different part in all that. Instead of just making him wish the ground would open under him, it was opening him up for more instead. More humiliation, because how much dignity he had to lose anymore? And then, more pleasure, because degrading himself was the only way...

There was hardly any reasoning there, it wasn't a thought anymore, it wasn't even just an instinct. It was the only need in his life right there and then. And that need, chemically confined for so long, was thoroughly heated up during the previous couple hours to the point of boiling, and at that moment the surge of lust overtook him.

"STOP! FOR F-FUCKS SAKE, STOP! I C-CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" The wolf cried, his knees shaking under him. It took a moment for Cordell to catch up with reality. Only then he found his strong paws gripping the feline's leg, blunt claws sinking into the flesh, verging on puncturing the skin. With dread, the young commander shot a glance at the other male, but Inis didn't even flinch. It was as if he hadn't noticed at all. The cruel eyes were watching him with intent, and those were a couple of excruciatingly long, tense seconds before the short feline muzzle broke into a grin.

"Yes, my young, horny commander..." smirked Inis, "It seems like you definitely are ready." "Y-you don't fuckin' say!" The cat chuckled, but he did warn Cord, "Watch it wolf, you're hardly in a place to get cocky with me."

Cordell snapped his muzzle shut, berating himself for such juvenile retort. The jaguar was already being generous giving him this chance for release... where the hell did that thought come from?! A pressure on his balls and shaft put a dam to the new wave of confusion. Inis raised his leg a bit, signaling him to take the position. "Now, don't waste any more time, wolf. You have a leg to hump, and if you're lucky, one needy cock to relieve."

He didn't need to be told that twice. With his cheeks flushing, Cordell lifted his rump up, following the guidance of the slender limb. Short spotted fur brushed along his throbbing cock, picking up the all the slick precum. It was merely stimulating, but for him, it was a tease if he ever felt one. Cordell couldn't help, but moan, as his wolfhood throbbed with anticipation. Each flex of his muscles jerked his shaft upwards, hitting his belly, drooling even more on the feline's shin. "Brace yourself on the edge of the mattress," instructed him Inis, "yes, like this."

It was all surreal. Surreal and insane. Only as he placed his paws on both sides of the leg he was about to rut, leaning down over it, did he realize where it led him. With his muzzle between Inis's legs, just inches from the jaguar's groin, the feline musk attacked his nostrils much stronger. It was rougher than his own and much less sweet to him, almost befitting the barbed length standing insultingly right before his sensitive nose. From up close it looked bigger than before, although this probably was just him, intimidated by his ordeal. It took only a glance at Inis to know. He didn't have to ask. He didn't want to ask... Cordell had done it before. Many times, as humiliating, as it was, it wasn't really that bad. Until right then... until he had no more drugs shielding him from the shameful memories of the taste and the slick, spiky texture of the jaguar's cock on his tongue... and now he was about to go down on the cat once again, at the same time disgusted, and perversely hungry, ready for anything that would get him through to the orgasm he craved.

It shouldn't have had to be such a problem, but everything was just different. His senses were very much there, sharp, as his lust. No post-drug haze, not a sign of the usual apathy, just his mind swirling with perverted cravings and his body trembling with need. It messed with the boy's head, to be so hard and aroused for it... for his release through it, and disgusted at himself for going with it.

"You better do a good job, lad," advised him the jaguar, grinning sadistically, "you only have the time till you make me cum. So if you go at it with this better-be-done-with-it pathetic attitude, you only give yourself that much less time to get to cum... and on the other hand - if you're sloppy about your job, you will spend the next hour sucking me off with nothing but empty air to hump, is that clear?" Cord could feel his ears folding back on his head, even the mere thought of this maddening frustration holding on beyond that night filled him with dread. No, he couldn't waste this chance, whatever it took... "Yes." "Yes what, dog?" "Yes... master." "Veeeery good," murmured Inis, visibly pleased with the wolf, "Now, open up boy. I better feel some enthusiasm in your performance this time."

The feline length entered his muzzle as soon as he forced his lips apart. The shaft wasn't anywhere near big, not compared to a canine, but it was a mouthful enough for Cord's concerns to grow. He was sucking off another male, and for all his appreciation for females' bodies, for his straight as an arrow preference, he was rock hard while that male forced himself upon him. He was rock hard BECAUSE of what that male was doing to him... And it should have been much more sickening than it was to hear Inis murr above, as the lupine's broad tongue hesitantly enveloped the underside of the barbed shaft.

It was so difficult... It was impossible to distance himself from it. He wouldn't wish such a barbaric treatment even upon his worst enemy, but what did it matter? Every inch was a battle with himself, a battle, shamefully enough, more against his mind than against the feeling, or the taste. Cord realized it wasn't the strong, salty precum, or even the unmistakable shape of another male's member in his muzzle, that he minded the most. It was the humiliation in that act. It was emasculation at its finest! Coping with that alone made the wolf hesitant, taking his time with the task ahead, but eventually, inch by inch he did slid down, taking more, and more of that length, eliciting more purrs and light growls from the jaguar. It was when he finally took the whole length, which was maybe two-thirds of his own shaft, he esteemed when he felt a strong grip on the back of his head. The wolf almost choked, as the paw pulled him forward, burying his nose in the short pubic fur. Whether he liked it or not, Cordell was forced to take a couple of good whiffs of the jaguar's scent, before the cat let him go. "Good boy," Inis praised him, "make sure you take good care of this cock. From now on, it's much more important to you, than your own, beautiful, needy shaft. Move that tongue a bit... let me feel it."

With his muzzle burning, Cordell complied. Strange, wrong sensations coming from the act were not enough to stop him. He had to do that... he had to, or he would go insane from lust. The cat was moaning, and the wolf kept fighting to hold on to his resolve. It was a challenge of will to ignore his urges to pull buck and spit on the ground. Those came running back with every throb of the hard shaft in his muzzle, and with every shot of salty precum. At the same time, his own desperately horny wolfhood kept him going, and the want in him helped him bear each time he inhaled the musky arousal radiating from the cat. "Yes... goooood," murmured Inis, "we'll make a good bitch out of you yet, commander. But for now... get to it. No paws, show me how a good dog appreciates his master." Cord felt his anger tearing him apart inside. But it was nothing compared to the euphoric feeling that accompanied those words. His thighs squeezed the leg between them and his hips jerked forward as if his life depended on it.

It was a strange, tantalizing sensation. There was little reward in grinding his aching cock along the hard bone of the jaguar's leg when the short fur barely made any difference. And yet the pleasure fired in him instantly, ejecting another burst of precum all over his chest and the feline's thigh. The wolf groaned from the strong throb that accompanied. There was so much it could pass for a small orgasm by itself! How is this even possible?! A desperate thought shot through the wolf's head. But what did it matter? What mattered was that the additional layer of the slick moisture made the sensations better.

In his position in life, Cord has had some quality sexual experiences. But that... that was something else... debasing himself in front of another male like that. He dreamed about murdering the bastard! And in a variety of ways, each more brutal than the other, at that. But even more he craved sex, the pleasure of long denied orgasm to finally come, any way, be it the utter humiliation if need. The lust induced trembling of his body, the hammering in his chest and painfully hard throbbing of his wolfhood were his only care at that moment.

"You're leaking so much," panted Inis, the arousal audible in his voice, "come on, wolf, show me how a real male breeds... fuck this leg... fuck it, you horny animal!"

A furious snarl got stuck in his chest, as the humiliatingly needy whimper trumped it on its way out. Cordell's ears practically glued to the back of his head. He listened. He obeyed.

Being so far gone, even this poor excuse of a sexual intercourse was enough to make him moan around the dick in his muzzle. And more than enough to make his hips draw back only to thrust, again and again.

It took a moment before the wolf managed to settle into a somewhat regular rhythm, but once he did, it was simple enough to time his thrusts with the bobs of his head. Feline barbs, slickened with precum and his own saliva tickled his tongue, and the tapered tip prodded the roof of his muzzle each time the wolf buried his nose in the short fur on that taut, spotted belly. Getting used to it, Cord had no problems with stuffing the entire throbbing length inside his long muzzle. That, in turn, was earning him half-conscious rumbles of approval coming from above.

He wished it bothered him more. No, he wished it bothered him at all! But even the escape into reassuring, indignant disgust was taken from him as if someone switched the signposts. The only way ahead was more pleasure, more shame and this powerful, tingling heat he could feel building up in his loins, once again that night. It was really there, between his legs, where all the overwhelming sensations accumulated, boiling up, like in a crucible. Each thrust drove him further into the haze, each spasm of his muscles arousing no less than a lover's touch. It was beyond his comprehension, but it was also familiar, by instinct. All the movements, every roll of hips came naturally to him, so unmistakably sexual, so inseparably related to one and one thing only. Mating.

Cordell couldn't help at this point, but to surrender to his lust. It was the easier way, the better way, to consent to his humiliation. Incited by his overwhelming urges, he finally allowed the commander, the warrior to completely lose themselves in the maddening cravings of the boy's body.

It seemed like all his muscles had been waiting for that moment. There were no inhibitions now and with his next thrust, all his awareness shut down, zeroing out all the distractions. There were only him and the jaguar, the bastard jaguar and his slender leg! The short, spotted fur, slickened with loads of his precum. Almost every hump ended with him slipping off the mark, abruptly breaking the sensation. It was a frustrating, clumsy fucking, worthy of an adolescent pup. His knotted, canine dick was flexing and bobbing around, thrusting blindly in a hormonal frenzy. Right then, as his spine curved, and his hips humped away, he could have very well been a horny mutt, no more.

Oh, what he would give in that moment to be allowed for a single touch. Just to brush over his leaking tip, or maybe better give himself several strokes. How many would it take? He could feel the pressure building up inside him, as the waves of pleasure rippled through him stronger and stronger. With each such wave, his needy wolfhood flexed achingly, hardening even more for those couple seconds, only to be followed by another spasm.

Loud, wet slaps echoed in the room, as all of Cord's precum squelched between his groin and the feline's leg. It would be better yet, to feel that rough, feline tongue enveloping his erection once again. Inis was the enemy, the savage bastard was responsible for all this, but right then, he was also the best tongue the wolf ever had gone down on him. He couldn't care less if he was a male, he couldn't care less about the shit he had put him through... not then, not madly rutting his leg and dreaming about orgasm.

Hundreds of images rushed through Cord's mind. All the females he had been with, all the things he'd done with them, they with him... nothing compared. There were other visions too. With him on the bed, forcing that spotted head down on his manhood and drowning the kneeling jaguar with body-wrecking shots of his cum...

The lad half whimpered, half groaned from the sheer power of that image, and his own erection flexed painfully, echoing his desperation. It wasn't going to happen. It was him, begging for pleasure, it was him sucking the jaguar, confused between wishing for it to end, and doing what he could to draw the act out.

"I can tell you're stalling, dog," warned him Inis at that moment, "do better, or you will be one very horny young boy this night."

Cordell shuddered. He couldn't waste this, he couldn't! Applying himself, he sped up his ministrations, adding some suction, adding some movement from his tongue. He had enough females pleasure him to know what to do. Then, humiliatingly enough, he had experience with Inis, he knew how to get the jaguar going. Hoping that that other him, the commander... the warrior will never ever remember those actions, the wolf steeled himself and rushed deeper into sexual oblivion.

What kept his muscles going was a mystery to him. The wolf didn't feel exactly like himself. His body screamed as he assailed Inis' leg, digging his blunt claws into the jaguar's thigh. Somewhere above, he heard the cat hissing, but that was just a pause between his moans of pleasure. Cordell's own sounds were answering, muffled and distorted by the lewd slurps of his blowjob. The hard member kept throbbing in his muzzle, drooling the liquid saltiness on his palate.

That was nothing though. Nothing compared to the streams of his own pre, splashing around, trickling down from his groin, even reaching his thighs. More and more kept coming from him in long strands catching at the cat's fur, each one a testimony to his pleasure. His excitement spiked, as the wolf noticed himself building up. Finally! Finally! Desperate words rushed through his mind. The tingling in his loins turned into pressure and it kept growing! With each passing of his rock hard dick over the cat's limb, it kept building up in the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. Wet, matted fur kissed the delicate, red skin of his engorged member, shocking him to the core. It was almost unbearable, and what little he could, the young lupine was letting out, huffing and whining nearly bestially, choking on the cock occupying his muzzle. He was hot, sweating with exertion, and the room, filled with musk and sex, only played into the symphony, in concert with taste and touch.

The sensations were mingling together, guiding and following the lupine's urges at the same time, driving him crazy. With this pressure so unrelenting, each movement was ecstatic in itself. He was so close, so close... and the journey was delightful. Delightful and humiliating, as carnal as it got without losing his senses... or was he already past that point? Minutes dragged on, shameful minutes he hoped he would never remember, while he fucked that leg with abandon, debasing himself for a foggy chance of an orgasm. The pleasure was immeasurable, swelling in him, but so did his frustration. No matter what he did, no matter how he shifted on his legs, how much he pressed himself to the jaguar's leg, his release wasn't coming! It just wasn't enough! OH FUCK, WHEN WILL THIS END?! Despaired the lad, feeling his body straining to keep up. What strength remained in him after his flogging, was already abandoning the young commander. But then a loud moan, a very different, ecstatic kind of moan escaped Inis' muzzle above.

OH NO!

Terror seized the lupine's exhausted body, as the jaguar reached down to grasp the back of his head. He felt the sharp claws extending, digging threateningly into his skin.

"Nghhh! You're running out of time, dog!" growled the jaguar, his voice dripping with pleasure, and the hard, barbed length flexed savagely in Cord's muzzle.

No-no-no-no! He couldn't lose it! The wolf panicked. Inis jerked his hips, yanking the trembling canine down. Cordell found his nose buried into the cat's pubic fur. Breathing was no longer an option, and as exhausted as he was, he inhaled out of reflex and choked immediately.

A fresh whiff of sharp, feline musk invaded his nostrils. Stronger. Wild. His head spun. His lungs burned. His body ached, but the wolf never cared. Asphyxiation cut the world out, amplifying his lust. Amplifying his ecstasy. Cord whined as the flaming rapture seized him, sending uncontrollable shivers through his system. That was it! With his last ounce of will, last shreds of power residing in his young, virile body, the lupine mustered the strength, reached around with his arm and forced the damn leg close to his body.

Lewd, wet squelches echoed in the room, and the wolf rutted wildly, making a mess of his belly and chest. As his throbbing erection got trapped between his belly and the slick limb, a savage growl raised from his throat, sending vibrations to the cat's throbbing manhood. Another splash of precum flooded his muzzle. Inis moaned lustfully, his claws digging deeper. The cat was there, so dangerously _there_already! But as the wolf rolled his hips, his own cock flexed savagely. He could feel it, throb after throb heralding the orgasmic spasm.

So close to cumming, so close to madness, the lupine jerked his hips furiously. Oh yes, yes, he was there! Relishing the sensations, the starved wolf let his mind fill with giddy anticipation, just a couple seconds, just a...

And then a shuddering growl echoed in the silence, a wild jerk followed, and the jaguar came forcefully into his muzzle with hot, salty shots of pure defilement. It took but a moment before his mind registered, but when it did... No... it couldn't have been happening... it couldn't! Overwhelming dismay came crushing the wolf's throat in its grasp, as he concluded what that meant for him.

NO... NOOO... Cordell almost wept, choking, struggling, and weak as he was, forced to swallow. It kept coming, salty, sour, and disgusting. A good half a minute or so... each next shot of cum, another insult added to the injury.

He felt the jaguar lowering his leg, away from his groin, his hips still humping desperately, his swollen, red, knotted dick now spearing the air, unbearable nothingness enveloping it.

In a flash, he felt the jaguar releasing his grip, and barely the wolf managed to free himself of the spasming, barbed length, he got a solid kick to the chest, sending him on his rump. Dizzy from a sudden change of position, coughing and gasping for air, Cord felt the jaguar striding him and then... another strand of cum hit him, right across the bridge of his muzzle. Inis kneeled above him, jerking himself slowly, letting his orgasm die down, huffing. The same, outraging grin plastered on his muzzle, the feline basked in his superiority, looking down on the trembling mess of a wolf commander who had taken him captive not so long before.

"Ugghhh... uhhh... that was..." panted the cat, "worth the wait. I've been saving up for an occasion like this. A proper celebration of our little deal here, don't you agree, commander?"

Cord's ears splayed on the back of his head. Anger and desperation raged in him, his lust not an ounce smaller than moments before. It was impossible to look the jaguar in the eye.

"Too bad you couldn't join me in celebrating properly, commander!" Mocked the cat. "It will be a while, now won't it? Won't it, wolf?"

"N-no..."

"No? And why is that?"

He couldn't surrender... not now. Not when there was still a chance of talking the cat into letting him... Was there? There had to be. There just had to... His paws wandered towards the jaguar's thighs, encircling them. What the hell was he doing?! Was it _him_doing that? In the end - did it matter? He wasn't thinking, it seemed natural. There was nothing but need. Inis was slender, it was easy to picture him... as her.

"And what do you think you're doing, wolf?"

The surprise in the feline's voice wasn't unsatisfying either.

"P-please. I can't..." begged Cordell, "I can't stand it!"

Saying that he pulled the jaguar's thighs down. His muscles screamed at him, and the wolf quickly discovered there was not much in him left after the ordeal Inis had put him through. The lupine raised his rump, trying to maneuver his throbbing manhood upwards, to meet Inis' butt. The cat didn't even budge, but Cordell's intents were clear enough.

"Oh, poor, poor boy... so horny, he's actually begging for my ass." Chuckled Inis. "How does that fall in place with your preferences, commander?"

"P-please..."

"You've had your chance, haven't you, wolf?"

"B-but..." The wolf stammered, searching for anything, anything at all, that would convince Inis. He couldn't let this go, he was going crazy! "You... you will l-like it."

Of all the possible reactions, the horny lupine wasn't ready for the outburst of laughter. Not like most of the cat's expressions of joy, this one was entirely honest and spontaneous. However, this time not intended to humiliate the wolf further, it very much did.

"You just make all of this worse for yourself, boy. You will remember you begged. A hell of a memory to you, once you get off of this lustful haze of yours," snickered the cat, "I assure you."

Cordell didn't need to be told that. But right at that moment, his aching cock and hunger for sex were driving his instincts and thoughts.

"Better remember, dog," the cat closed the distance between them, his whiskers tickling the lupine's long muzzle, "I call the shots here. I say who likes what. And definitely, I say which cock goes up who's ass. Is that clear... commander?"

There was no trace of the previous joy in that dry voice and sharp look. Last hope was gone, Cordell realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Yes."

"Good. And since you're so inclined to exploring a proper sex between males, I promise you will have your fair share, wolf. I will leave it up to you to guess the roles." Announced the cat, standing up. "For now though... I can't really trust you to behave after such an eventful evening, can I?"

Cordell felt a shiver running down his body. And it wasn't a good shiver, like many before. The jaguar was looking directly at his rock hard arousal.

"What... what do you mean?"

"Oh, I think you know very well what I mean. I mean... you were fucking my leg like a daft hound just a moment ago. It doesn't take a scholar to guess what you're up to once I'm out of here."

The words felt like a smack to his muzzle. Cordell hanged his head, huffing. Even the brief mention of the possibility made him shudder and his knotted length throbbed with lust. Inis saw that. He could tell.

He... would do it. Probably. More yes, than not. He would disobey, and most possibly, let one of his men suffer the consequences. Death. It felt horrible and just that alone made his stomach turn. And yet... how would he know? It's impossible for him to know... the questions and doubts came back haunting his mind like a swarm of locusts, devouring every last bit of conscience. Questions well known to him, answered over and over in his mind in the last months. The answers always leading him to lock the doors to his vessel and anxiously bring himself to the edge only to stop, horny and throbbing, in terror and guilt. He had never dared to just let it go. Never. It was insane, illogical, because just... how would he know?! And yet... lives were at stake, and that creeping hunch that, by some supernatural insight... he would.

Cordell knew he wasn't getting his orgasm. They were his people for fuck's sake! He wasn't going to put their lives at stakes like that! For THAT. He wasn't getting that, and it very nearly drove him to... would he really...? The young wolf could barely keep his eyes from watering. Frustration, anger and unbearable lust were a hell of a mix to deal with. But he wasn't betraying his people. If he was going through hell, he was doing it for them. For his squad in this forsaken jungle, and for the crew, back on the Feat. Thankfully, they weren't in danger. But they were the vital part of the expedition and Cord was going to see their mission through.

Feeling a little bit better about himself, the wolf raised his eyes, to finally meet Inis' glance, but there was no one hovering over him. Hearing rummaging to the right, the lupine turned his head and found the jaguar going through the medicine cabinet, just beside his locker.

"What are you doing?"

The cat didn't bother to answer, not even sparing him a second glance. Cordell frowned, feeling his fur rising as his anxiety returned, but whatever the cat was planning, he was about to know soon. It took another couple seconds before Inis murmured something under his nose and turned back to him with a pleased expression on his short muzzle.

As the jaguar approached and crouched between the lupine's legs, only then the wolf noticed that he retrieved something from the cabinet. In his hand, he carried a thin, tubular container, not longer than a palm. An azure, liquid medical gel swashed inside the glass, as the jaguar turned it up to take the seal off.

"Wha-... listen, I'm not hurt, I don't need that," said Cord, unable to process the jaguar's intentions. Inis though, opened the container and looked at him, not saying anything. There was malice in his eyes, and a smirk he apparently couldn't fully contain. That set the alarms off in Cordell. "What are doing with that?!" he growled.

"Oh, you should be pleased, commander," the cat finally let the nasty grin spread on his face, "I'm saving a life."

The jaguar was faster than the realization that finally fell upon the poor wolf. In a quick motion, the feline's fingers grabbed the glans of his swollen wolfhood and pulled it down to the horizontal position. OH FUCK-

And then the gel came.

Cord yowled in pain, as the burning cold spilled along his hard member. His vision went blurry, as tears flooded his eyes. The delicate skin felt like it was pierced by thousand icy needles, that spread the sensation into his engorged flesh. The wolf recoiled, trying to crawl away from the jaguar, but the sly bastard was ready for that and followed immediately, taking hold of the wolf's suffering length. With quick strokes and a sadistic grin on his muzzle, Inis started spreading the unforgiving liquid over Cord's whole tool, paying special attention to his knot and the glans around his urethra.

"AAAARGHHH- AAAARGGHHH! FUCKER! S-STOP! I'LL KILL YOU!" Screamed the wolf, trashing on the floor as waves of suffering were passing through his member. The cruel masturbation felt as if Inis had set his dick on fire.

It didn't take long for the maddening sensations to start eradicating his arousal, forcing down Cord's erection. He felt himself softening, unable to really watch, and definitely not wanting to watch. Instead, the lupine clung to a locker behind him, holding onto its' sides, fearing that if he let go, he could very well fulfill his promise to the jaguar.

It took a couple of minutes, and during those, the jaguar, apparently more than happy to prolong his fun at Cordell's expense, kept stroking his soft canine length, by then desperately trying to hide inside his sheath. That fell victim to another small act of cruelty, as the jaguar finally let him, but not before applying more cooling gel on his digit, which then dipped into the wolf's furry sheath. The feline finger circled around a couple of times, spreading the freezing cold substance inside, and sending the lupine into another chain of swearing and threats, interlaced with snarls, huffs and pained whimpers.

"I'll... I'll fucking kill y-you for that..." panted the wolf finally, lying with his head back to a locker, exhausted from the ordeal, wet patches around his eyes drying out slowly. There were no doubts whether he was able to even move his paws and thankfully, Inis paid those words no attention.

Cord was a wreck. His body was worn to a shadow. Dull pain from the earlier beating was giving way to much the more urgent and torturous, ice-cold burning inside his sheath. It wasn't dying down any time soon, the wolf knew that well enough. There was no use in trying to wash it off either unless he wanted to just make things worse again. He was going to have to wait it out.

The beaten soldier shuddered, his worn-out state suddenly getting to him. For once he welcomed it. He was too tired for anger, too tired for being ashamed... he resigned himself to his exhaustion, accepting it with some relief, as it provided some solid distraction for what was going on between his legs.

It was because of that, the wolf didn't react much, when his feline tormentor invaded his privacy once again, by pulling his sheath down to expose his soft, aching maleness.

"Since you seem so fascinated by the metal my people utilize, commander," said the jaguar swinging some native jewelry in front of him. It took a second glance to see it was a necklace or a bracelet, "I thought I will give you this gift. Please, accept it as my regards, as your captive. I'm sure you will have an interesting time studying it from up close."

And then, the feline did the unexpected - he started wrapping Cord's dormant length with the very piece of jewelry. Around and around the small chain went, with blunt edges of the irregular metal beads biting down into the smooth skin of his cock, raw and irritated from the treatment with the gel. Inis wrapped it tightly around him, from the base to the tip, not really caring about the wolf's comfort. Treated with cold, his maleness had shrunken smaller than normal, and thinking how tight and prickly it will feel once he gets to his normal size, Cordell only let out a small whimper, dreading the days to come. He was close to pleading the jaguar. But with threats of murder thrown at him, still fresh in both their memories, Cord just couldn't make himself do it.

Finally, he felt the repetitive circling movements stop, and after some fumbling and a click, the jaguar spoke again, "Just look at that."

The wolf understood that it was an order. Unwillingly, he lifted his head a little, propping himself on his elbows and saw... there was really nothing to be seen. His entire lupine dick was wrapped up tightly with the thin, beaded chain, and some kind of an elaborate tie topped the feline's handiwork, placed above where his knot would normally swell.

"Wonderful work if I may say so," beamed Inis, grinning, "I think, to make things interesting, I shall present you some challenge, commander. Let's say... if you manage to untie it in the next seven days, you will have another chance at spilling your seed. But for now, your little friend is safe inside, not tempting you to disobey."

Having said that, the jaguar rolled Cord's sheath back up, letting it cover his cock. From outside, there was almost no visible sign that something was amiss. "Isn't that convenient, my dear commander? You don't need to drug yourself further to keep yourself from trading your squad's lives for an orgasm. I took care of that for you!" The jaguar stood up, beaming at him mockingly, with hands placed on his hips. The wolf answered with a frown and what he hoped to be, the coldest stare he could muster. Inis smirked at that and put his clothes back on.

"I will see myself to prison cabin now. Have a good night, commander" The jaguar bid his mocked respects and disappeared into the night. Cord had laid there on the floor for a long time yet, after the sliding doors closed after him, feeling the strands of feline's cum drying on his muzzle. Resigned, beaten and empty as he was right then, for the first time in his journey, a question echoed in his head.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?