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There was something about cracked concrete walls that had Rocky feel a little giddy. Perhaps it was the symbolism of how something so powerful could wear down overtime. Or maybe it was the gritty feeling that came with it. Or, more reasonably, Rocky just liked how sound echoed off the walls.

The hyena's latex leggings squeaked as he swayed his hips. His elbow length black gloves dragged across the leather padded furniture of torture in the room. An X-frame, a spanking bench, and then there was the special cage for naughty boys and girls to stay the night. Not to mention all the delightful tools of torment that were laid out on a black table with metal legs. He smiled, picking up a rubber paddle and spinning it. "I love it when these have holes." The yeen mused aloud, "It's like they sing with every swing. Hey, that rhymes."

His captive's response came with a soft chain rattle and the steady breathing of a filtered mask. Rocky rolled his eyes and turned to face the zebra in the middle of the dungeon. "Really? Nothing to say?" He asked with a grin. He knew the zebra couldn't speak, not with that gas mask on. It was the only article of clothing the equine wore, unless one counted cuffs, collars, and a chastity cage as clothing. Rocky did not. He saw his own cage as a part of himself, and had worn a black leather corset that exposed both it and his nipples. It matched the lovely little choker across his neck that spelled out 'Brat' in sparkling letters.

The zebra's strong arms strung up above his head by chains. He had to be a good foot and a half taller than the hyena when standing straight, not that he could tell with the cuffs keeping those hooves apart. Rocky dragged his nails slowly from the middle of the zebra's firm pecs to the metal ring of the flat chastity cage underneath. He loved sheathed cocks for that reason alone. Flat headed cages were just brimming with debased energy. He had a few for his own personal collection, swapping them out whenever he felt like it.

None were as big as his captives'. The head itself looked almost as wide as the yeen's own fist. Then there were the fat balls hanging underneath. "You've gotta be backed up." Rocky teased, holding both hefty orbs in his palms. "Just how long has it been since my fucktoy got relieved? A week? A month?" He was never good at tracking time.

The gasmask's thick lenses made it impossible to see the zebra's expression. The only thing he had to go on was the subtle shivers, body movements, and intensity of the filtered breath. Fingers wet from the sweat pooled at the zebra's balls, Rocky braced it against the single filter of his captive's gasmask. "Can you taste it?" He asked, "Does desperation dance on your tongue? You'd do anything for release, wouldn't you?"

The zebra nodded. "Nah." Rocky cackled and twisted both nipples of his leather bound stud. The gasmasked zebra reeled his head back. He cried out in gagged agony while the hyena pinched and pulled at the perk black buttons. "I don't think you should. But I think an edging is in order. However," He let go and, gently, kneed the zebra stallion's sack. The zebra keeled forward, just enough for the hyena to grab his stripped short mohawk mane and force those opaque lenses to look him dead on. "You need to work up to an edging. And I know just how to start."

The hyena cracked a mischievous grin and pranced back and forth between the zebra and the table. Each trip took a single clothespin that he clipped against the chest, encircling the black areola before snapping at the tip of his nipple. The lovely little gas masked huffs were divine. Then came the fun part. Flashing the key before the thick lenses, Rocky kneeled down and slipped it into the lock. He turned it once, heard a click, and slipped the head of the cage off. The trapped musk ran heavily across the yeen's snout, yearning with desire.

"Aww...is the little guy scared?" Rocky cooed. He spread the sheath open with one hand and pressed his lips against the flat head. Sweat, pre, it all mixed together across his tongue. Filtered breaths rose as his lips suckled the cockhead. His captive's cock grew slow, steady, and thick in his maw, until Rocky had to pull out from his prize. Not so 'little' as he liked to tease. As thick as his arm if he had anything to say about it.

It pulsed in his hand. Blood flow, heartbeat, whatever it was, Rocky smiled all the same. "There it is..." He whispered aloud, bracing his cheek against the saliva covered shaft. "There's the little guy." Only the hyena chuckled at his jokes. The gasmasked equine simply stared down, filtered breaths keeping their rhythm. The cock, however, twitched at his touch. Pre dripped from the tiny hole in the bulbous flat head, like a leaky faucet.

Its girth wouldn't save it. As much as Rocky's ass shivered around his plug at the idea of taking the monster, he had other things in mind. Like a long line of clothespins to pinch down the shaft and all over the balls. Taking a step back to admire his work, the yeen held his hands up like a camera and made a clicking sound.

Then he grabbed a leather flogger.

"Stay still for me now." Rocky stretched the leather tool out for his prisoner to see, "Wouldn't want me to miss." He'd been on the receiving end of a flogger enough to know just how versatile the tool could be. A sharp sting or a thud, it came down to technique and material. The first swipe clapped across the chest, knocking only one of the many pins he'd clipped on. He struck again and again in an x-pattern. Each snap cracked off the wooden pegs until half remained. Then his focus came to the cock and balls.

Now his prisoner cried out. Gagged moans and gritted grunts mixed with the filtered breaths, followed by a yelp whenever Rocky's flogger hit that precious sack. Only the cockhead was spared from the hyena's sadism, glistening with precum under the ensuing onslaught.

"Hmm...that was fun." Rocky tossed the flogger to the ground and spun back to his table. "Now, what else can I use with you?" The paddle seemed like a reliable option. The muscular ass could use a good work out. He pondered and looked over at the cane, debating on whether the nipples and cock really needed a break. So lost in his thoughts that Rocky didn't realize the clop of hooves behind him.

Only the hands that wrapped around his head and pushed him against the table. Rocky grunted at the collision. "W-What the-" A wide and thick hand shoved his snout against the cold metal. The filtered breathing of the gasmask echoed right behind him. He peeked from the corner of his eyes, staring up at the imposing masked figure no longer bound by chains. "W-Well, well, well," the hyena grinned, "How did you get out of your bindings?"

The only answer given was a tilted head. Expressionless lenses looked over the toys across the table. Rocky watched, finding no luck in breaking the zebra's grip as his slave grabbed the rubber paddle. "Oh, I see what you're thinking. Well if you're a very good boy I'll-" The yeen's sentence turned to a shriek as the paddle clapped against his ass. Loud enough that the two sounds bounced off the featureless gray walls back into his ears.

Then came the following strikes. The yeen winced and yipped with every crack across his backside. He swore every thud of impact pushed his buttplug deeper inside. Pleasure and pain mixed together as it shot up his body. He still tried to escape. The yeen grabbed the masked zebra's arm and tried to sway his ass away from the paddle. It resulted in a tighter grip against his scalp and faster, table-pushing, swats.

When he stopped, Rocky leaned into the pulsing pain of his buttcheeks. He grinned. Even unable to turn and see the masked figure, the hyena knew he was pausing. "Done already?" He teased, wagging his tail, "If you're half as good at this as you are escaping, then clearly I need to invest in better bondage gear."

He earned a strike for that, but Rocky just cackled. He cackled as his unruly masked assailant dragged him from the table and forced his arms against his face. Sliding cuffs through the hyena's choker, Rocky found his arms immobilized around his neck. His entire body was exposed, and all he could do was smile at the intimidating figure. "Well?" The brat teased, "You've got your chance, bucko. Let's see if you can make this boy squeal."

The zebra pulled out a leather strap and a thin rope. "Oh? What's the plan now? A little strangulation while you turn my ass from red to purple?" A hoof pushed him to his back and kicked his legs open. The zebra tied the rope into a noose and looped it underneath the yeen's tight sack. "Oh..." Rocky raised his brow and smiled wide, "Oh...Oh, I like how you-" The leather strap slapped against his balls, "Think!" The yeen's voice cracked.

Being hit in the balls was a different kind of pain compared to the ass. For one, it had a strange void to it. The moment Rocky was hit his legs would want to go limp. Dull, and yet, pleasurable, with weighted but restrained strikes that the yeen knew he could take more of. But his partner didn't want to go that far, and the hyena couldn't blame him. Still, he cried out all the same. "Fuck! That's it!" He squealed.

The zebra pulled the noose, turning the yeen's brown sack into a big target for thudding punches and smacks. Pained cries turned to cackles of discordant pleasure. By the time the zebra stopped, Rocky couldn't feel his legs. He would not budge, no matter how hard the zebra pulled his sack.

So he was hoisted by his headfur instead, straight into the meaty black monster between those muscular thighs. The flat head pushed past the yeen's lips, inch after inch digging deeper to silence the incessant laughter. Rocky swallowed it all, his breath held in place while hungry eyes peered up. The expressionless gas mask watched down from above. The rhythmic breaths increased steadily as he held the hyena in place like a cockwarmer at the first ring.

Then he pulled back, held Rocky's head tight with both hands, and forced his crotch against the nose. Even with his long dead gag reflex, Rocky's fists clenched and his body trembled at the wide rod rammed down his throat as his mouth strained open. Balls bashed against his chin as the zebra hilted him again and again. The master had become a cocksocket.

He figured the equine had to be smiling. No one enjoyed facefucking without a good smile.

Rocky gasped for air as the zebra pulled out, breaking the strands of saliva before gravity took their toll. "T-That all you got?" He asked between breaths, each one stained with the taste and musk of his new master. Judging by the firm grip, it was not. The hyena was dragged across the floor and forced to kneel with his chest out as the zebra grabbed a cane. First came a light tap across his nipples, sizing his chest up. "Oh? Getting revenge for your pecs?" The hyena tried eyeing him up, but the zebra kept his hand steady on the scalp. "Well, if you want the pegs are over-" The cane sliced through the air and snapped across both his nipples at once, "There!" The yeen yelped.

The swish through the air, the snap of contact of wood against skin, Rocky's pained giggle, and the gas mask's filtered breaths filled the dungeon air. Rocky leaned into the strikes, against his own body's reflexes. "T-That's it!" He cried out, "I've been a bad hyena. I need this!" The dialogue almost ruined his mood, but his co-star had a way to keep him focused.

Burning pain emanated from his chest when the cane finally stopped. Just the air alone was enough to make the tight nipples regret their stance. Rocky didn't care, not as the zebra picked him up and laid his back out against the nearest leather table. Thick fingers grabbed his plug and twisted. Rocky's mouth hung open in silence as his wide toy pulled free. His asshole gaped, ready to be filled.

Any comments he had were silenced by the soda-can thick plug being pushed into his maw. One heavy hand clamped his mouth around it, while the other lined the thick rod of zebra meat against his open hole. Finally, the moment Rocky had been wanting since starting the shoot.

Rocky cackled into his makeshift gag. His ears perked and stood frozen as the wide cockhead braced his loose backdoor. His head reeled back with the splitting pressure. Tight hands held the hyena steady. The warm pulsing feeling inside him still had a ways to go when it stopped, so much that Rocky mewled when the zebra pulled back.

Then he slammed forward. Rocky's mouth went loose. The plug fell from his lips the moment his tormentor let go. The overwhelmingly filled sensation rocked his body and squeezed down against his prostate. "Fuck...that's-" The big hand clamped him shut. Rocky looked up against the blank lenses. The zebra pulled back. Rocky smiled. He wasn't going to stop because a big hand was in the way.

Slow and steady. Rocky cackled into the zebra's grip. "That...that all you got?" He was able to slip out. He found it hard to breathe with how deep the zebra went. Equine dicks just had that effect on him.

Both hands clamped against his face. The zebra's rhythm sped up. Rocky felt the full force of the fit equine ram into him. His caged cock squeezed against the walls, pre flowed as it begged to grow hard. Rocky's cackles turned to moans. His eyes rolled back. His ears were bombarded with the filtered breaths of the zebra's mask, the wet slapping of his cock, and the yeen's own grunts.

He pulled out, flipped Rocky onto his stomach, and pounded back in. The yeen felt his slave's bicep lock around his neck and pull him against the firm chest. He laughed in silence, lost in the pleasure of being his slave's personal cocksleeve.

Rocky spasmed. The moneyshot leaked from his cage. The zebra didn't stop. He reached around and squeezed the hyena's sack with every spurt. The yeen cried out in pleasure and pain, knowing full well the zebra wasn't going to stop until he had his fill.

And he better be hungry.

***

"You know, for a guy who prefers to bottom, you're not that bad of a top." Rocky felt the same way about Jacob. With an ice pack against his backside, the hyena lounged into his chair before putting the scene they just filmed onto screen. If there was anything they needed to reshoot, he wanted to know ASAP. "Your ass fine?"

He looked over to his co-star. The, on camera, proud and handsome zebra had his head meekly hunched over as if he did anything wrong. Rocky nodded. "Nothing an hour of ice won't fix. Trust me, you aren't the biggest dick I've had in me."

"I wasn't too hard?"

"You could have been harder." Rocky flashed a toothy grin. "Though I could have sworn you were going all out with the gasmask."

On that, the zebra's face gained a new shade of pink. "I...well my wife isn't a fan of them." He said, scratching his mane while avoiding eye contact. "Says they creep her out. But it's just...I don't know, easier to dissociate when in the mask?"

"I get it." Rocky didn't need the explanation. "I'm sure Penny's got her hangups, but if you wanna use it on set more, just let me know. Maybe we could make it your new brand?"

Jacob scoffed. "Yeah, sure, replace me with a faceless mask. Kind of defeats the purpose of being a star." The hyena shrugged and said nothing, turning his attention back to the scene. "So...you sure this isn't gonna be too insulting?"

Rocky raised his brow and stared back at the zebra in confusion. "It's porn. No one takes it seriously."

"Right, right. I know that. It's just...I feel like we'll piss off a lot of male hyenas for pulling the switcheroo. I mean, you're gonna be on the cover as a top."

The hyena smiled and leaned back into his chair. "I think we'll piss off some, but not as much as you think. Male spotted hyenas are, in my family's culture at least, raised to be more submissive. Not all turn out that way in the bedroom, but enough do for the stereotype to fit. Plus I've known plenty that secretly get off at being overpowered despite preferring to be on top. Besides, it's not just the hyena market we're hitting."

Jacob, unconvinced, scooted his chair closer to the screen. "I know. I guess I'm just nervous. First time playing a top, worried it'll get a poor reception."

Rocky rolled his eyes while Jacob's kept glued to the screen. There were way too many big guys with a soft heart in his line of work. While that wasn't a bad thing, it did lead to a lot of overcare or coddling that felt like suffocation. "It's gonna be fine." He rested his hand against the zebra's shoulder, "Trust me, your agent is gonna get you some topping gigs after this. You'll have to beat them away with a bat." He leaned in, "And I don't mean the wooden ones."