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If anybody asked you just who the biggest guy in the room was, guaranteed I would be at the very top of that list. Being a sabretoothed white tiger, I was just big by birthright. Muscle built up naturally on my frame and being 6'7" I was tall to boot with legs solider than tree trunks. I was just naturally a beast of a man. Intimidating, broody and shy is what most would describe my nature if they took the chance to speak to me at all. I mentioned I was big right?

Surprisingly, big even came into the equation 'down there'. Unusual for a cat I had been told. Not that it mattered one bit to me. It was just who I was. Big brute the sabretooth cat, Victor.

All in all, my appearance made getting laid a challenge. It was for that reason I preferred very specific bars. Fetish bars helped a lot where I could identify myself by a band. Not many doms however had the confidence to touch someone like me though. I'd been told it before. I was just 'too big'.

Kyle was special in that way too. We met in one of those bars. It was quite the introduction. Another dom, an elephant actually had gotten pretty damn handsy with him and amidst the multiple slurs and put downs, Kyle had sneered. A blink later and you would have missed it. The elephant fell, clutching between his legs with a pained look on his face. It was agonizing to watch after that as Kyle knelt down to press his knee into the guy's neck. I don't know what was said, but the pale stare the elephant gave back was enough to tell everyone in the bar not to mess with the small white mouse.

I was taken by surprise when he came up afterwards and fingered the tight band around my wrist. It takes a special kind of guts to approach someone literally five times your own weight and begin playing with them. The thing was though... he was tiny. I mean 4 foot nothing and at first glance, scrawny. I was filled with doubts he could do anything to interest me but I am a sucker for anyone with balls like he had.

He and I could not have had more different upbringings. Me. I was never bullied. Him. I doubt he saw a day through his childhood where he wasn't picked on by someone bigger than him. Girls, boys, older, younger. It didn't matter to him. They were all bullies and the big guys were the worst. Picking me up I guess was some sort of revenge for him.

Honestly I didn't mind. Especially once the ropes came out.

Kyle was not a dom to take it easy on his subs I found out. Tied down that night he completely immobilized me in minutes, just leaving my muzzle free. I suppose I was used to being gagged and muzzled that him allowing me to speak was surprisingly different. More different was having balls pushed right up next to my lips and being ordered to lick them clean. The fangs usually deter a guy from any oral play. By this stage I was always... always gagged. Needless to say I wasn't good at oral, but damn was I excited to give it a go.

Only for him to laugh and tell me I sucked badly. I couldn't help it. All I could do was apologize for being a bad cocksucker. Fuck he laughed at that as he taunted me with strokes and flicks over my long fangs.

He moved on pretty quickly however. Nipple clamps came out. A couple of weights, all to which I just grit my teeth and bore down for his enjoyment. Not to say I wasn't enjoying myself. My achingly hard and dripping cock attested to my own pleasure. Still, time wore on and the pain increased from my bindings. I knew squirming was a bad idea, but my knees were too sore. The slight adjustment, just made it worse. The pain of weights swinging from my nipples had Kyle chuckling as I tried not to do anything more than hiss at.

What he pulled out next was new to me. The slim steel rod was far more than a little intimidating and I squirmed painfully just in reaction to seeing one. Fear of the unknown set in, lube was applied to my achingly bound erection and with a sneer that smooth slim rod slid into my piss hole. I couldn't help the hiss and roar I let out next as that rod was shoved into untouched regions of my body.

It wasn't until the second rod was slid in that I remembered I wasn't muzzled. I remember begging for mercy as I informed Kyle about never having being sounded before. My begging only encouraged the slim mouse to start pumping his rod in and out of my dick while his paw did the exact same on the outside. Up and down, fur stroked over my barbs until I was panting in a mixture of pleasure and fear, not understanding the sensations I was experiencing.

All the while Kyle teased me with all kinds of names and slurs. Then, limbs trembling, on the edge I began to roar only for it to all stop moving. No grip, rod buried deep inside my red veined dick I had the very pleasure ripped from me as a frothy mix of cum and lube spewed up past the slim sounding rod. Only the exhaustion of orgasming came and with it, discomfit at being bound so tightly with a rod invading my urethra and clamps tugging on my tender nipples.

How I wished we were done then. But no. A double pronged hook was added to my nostrils and hooked to the ceiling. It was so loose as to be ineffective, but I wasn't one to question a doms intentions even if my muzzle was free. I just waited for the inevitable. In a sick way, I looked forward to it as well.

So it wasn't with a great deal of surprise when the kick came and my chest slammed into the floor. My knees were held to my elbows, propping me up and the nose hook had my muzzle tugging uncomfortably upwards. The pain of the predicament was intense but my knees had it the worst even then. My nose was just icing, the hook held by elastic, not rope. It was painful but not quite agonizing.

I thought we were playing plenty serious at that point, only I was so wrong. Kyle was merely whetting his appetite by wearing me out. He was tearing my pleasure response from me, only I didn't know that then. Talking hurt now. I didn't plan to talk though. I didn't actually know what I could say to him as it isn't like I want him to stop and talking usually has a dom stopping what they're doing.

Kyle wasn't like most doms however. He was in this I think to bully someone and me, well I enjoyed being pushed around. The TENS machine he pulled out had me biting my lip, but what really turned my blood to ice was the vice. I had my balls in one of those only the once before and it hurt then. I didn't expect this to be any different.

Except, it was. The vice barely touched both sides of my nuts, just enough to grip and not fall off when the first shock was delivered. It was then that I first whimpered as I squirmed. Kyle wasn't looking for a whimper however. With a sadistic glee he laughed and gave me a patronizing pat right before tightening the plates of that vice. The unforgiving agony of having my nuts squished and squeezed began. Only for a pulse of electricity to run through them and churn up what cum remained.

Even with all that happening, the pain from my knees digging into the cold floor had me aching with every squirm. That didn't stop me from moaning however. Which was just what Kyle was waiting for.

Paw swooping in, a sharp turn of the vice's handle had my moan choke into a sickened roar of pain and agony. He taunted me. Laughed at me. He stroked my dick and rubbed pre into my nostrils as my fangs dug into the floor from my painful writhing. The electricity made it all so much worse. All too soon, the pleasure came back and I knew that this time, this time Kyle was waiting for it.

"Turn it." I said. I didn't moan, not yet. But my words surprised Kyle as I put myself in more pain to say it again. "Sir, it's pleasurable again so turn it."

"You aren't the one giving orders piggy." Still the truth of the matter remains and he does exactly as I was expecting. It isn't for his pleasure that I writhe and roar in pain. That is the outcome of such excruciating anguish.

"S-sorry Sir." With that, I made it a point to keep my mouth shut again and not talk. It was reactionary. I knew what he was going for so I just wanted to give him a heads up. But that wasn't what he was looking for. Then I was writhing again and roaring as Kyle laughed at giving another turn to that plate out of nowhere.

He loved keeping me on edge and guessing after that. Sometimes loosening the plate only to tighten it further the next time. Then, right on the edge, he turned the machine off and struck up a damned conversation with me.

With the vice still squeezing my bulging nuts into little pancakes. Every answer I gave was through gritted teeth while every question he asked was with a very naked and gleeful grin. It was from there that he mashed his footpaws into my face and had me beg to turn the TENS machine back on by suckling on his toes. With how sadistic and teasing he was being, I hardly needed the encouragement but my aching dick was singing the tune of sweet release. All but abandoned without the stimulation my balls were receiving now. It was with that and nothing else in mind that I began not only suckling on those toes but worshipping them too.

"You don't have to give me pleasure if you don't want to Sir. I'm fine just serving yours." I had to open my big muzzle again didn't I?

Thankfully Kyle didn't seem to mind me speaking my mind. "You are serving my pleasure piggy cat. My pleasure is your suffering afterall and your pleasure will only lead to more of it."

"If you are sure Sir. I cannot deny that this is painful and getting worse all the time."

"What aches the most piggy cat? I do so want to know. Tell me the truth and I might even turn that machine back on."

I barely have to give that any thought. My balls are in agony. My nipples are on fire. My nose wants to rip from my face with each lick I give to Kyle's paws. "My knees Sir." Bound in such a way, I'm a little worried they might get damaged with how I have been thrashing.

"Ah, refreshing. Not many subs are so honest." With his feet he mashes the wet slobber into my face before unhooking the nose ring. "You earned this big fella so enjoy it." Just like that the switch is flicked and I'm roaring while what little room my bonds allow I thrust into empty space. My balls spasm, my cock jerks and with a moan my jaw goes limp.

Only for that pleasure to be torn from me. No electricity. A lack of pressure on my squashed nuts and not a grip to my fat throbbing barbed shaft. Oh how I howl in frustration to the demented laughter of a wicked little mouse.

Panting like I finished running a sprint, my whole body folds in on itself and my back arches as I cry. The exhaustion of having a second orgasm ruined leaves the bonds feeling harsher than ever. So when a twist is given to the vice behind me, I can barely manage to cry out my pain.

My show of pain is just the thing to make Kyle laugh as he taunts me and my pancake flattened balls further. It's then, with no small amount of shock on my part that the little mouse grabs my leg and with a mighty heave lifts and throws me onto my back. It is there, pinned like a turtle with every joint of mine aching in pain from being bound for so long that I mumble out my short-lived thanks.

Scrawny Kyle might be, his strength was in a way remarkable. His paws were like their own little mini vices now. Vices he used as he traded out the weighted nipple clamps for screw clamps. 4 on each nipple. He had me singing as he played with them, twisting and turning until I believed he had pierced flesh. Kyle was far more skilled than I ever believed. The pain twisted and pulled at my senses until I was singing a whole new tune. One of achingly hard pleasure that shoots down my spine to my soon to be spurting dick.

I knew it would end before it began. In this way Kyle was predictable. He stopped it all, all the pleasure faded and just left me panting and exhausted with cum dripping down to my swollen and aching sheathe.

"Is it getting painful to keep that erection yet little piggy?" Kyle's teasing question hit my very big problem right on the head. I might be a cat, but even a cat has limits to how many times he can cum in a row. Not to mention, I'm a submissive bitch of a cat. Twice in one day is unusual for me. Three times for a big cat like me should be easy but I knew better. It was anything but easy.

So when a foot paw rubbed down my still pulsing barbed length I squealed in overstimulated agony. The full effect of three ruined orgasms, from a variety of methods had left me beyond drained. My dick was run dry and raw, ready to fall off from how overworked I was.

Which was just the reaction Kyle was going for. Flicking the switch to the TENS machine back on, I roared and thrashed with what little energy I had. To no avail. "Thank you, Thank you Sir." I moaned when the current died down. I could feel tears running down my fur from how sensitive I had become, so I figured it was over.

But no, Kyle had other ideas. He came back, slathering lube with his paws over a thick rubber dildo. Oh how I thanked my lucky stars that I wasn't a stranger back there. Two fingers were all the stretching I got. Before he started shoving that length into my guts. Seems he was just getting warmed up with that 'little' dildo.

Producing the next one he actually asked my opinion of the size of the horse cock. I had to wince when I told him I had never taken something quite that big before. I did also mention that for him, I wasn't unwilling to try however. It took a few pawfuls of lube and a lot of grunting from my end before he managed to begin fucking me with that one.

The pulsing arch of electricity through aching squashed nuts had kept me hard throughout the whole ordeal too. Now, with my ass dripping lube and a faux cock fucking me I felt that horrifying build up once again. I did everything to stave it off but nothing worked once Kyle's slim wrist punched into my guts. Unforgiving horse cock was replaced instantly with dexterous fingers which strove right for my pleasure centre. Button pressed, the electricity from my nuts seemed to shoot through every nerve in my entire body for a single glorious instant.

"NOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRR!" The pain of that moment ripped my mind apart as I roared in defeat. My ass was emptied. My balls no longer arched with electricity. But my cock still spurted a single painful shot of sabretooth cream up onto my belly fur.

Then panting and crying, my ass was opened once more by the unforgiving feel of a new dick. What I thought were balls rammed into my ring to early for my tastes only for the feeling to be dispelled by a harsh shove. The dog's knot broke in and locked deep inside of me as I lay back panting and crying for Kyle to show me some kind of mercy.

None came. Just a sadistic laugh and a long drawn out laugh as he fiddled with something under my tail. I couldn't see what he was doing. I tried my best to sit up and look, only to have my worn down and bound body collapse back to the floor to await the inevitable.

Then the arch of electricity started up again. Only now. "Oh shit? Is that in my tailhole now too?" I cried. The tingle of current on my prostate was too much. I couldn't take that after everything else.

With a twist on the vice Kyle reminded me the current wasn't only in my tailhole as he forced me to cry out again. The build up to orgasm was driven even faster. I had no chance to control it. I was forced to experience that most pleasurable of sensations transformed into the harshest experience of my life.

Between the plates I felt my nuts quiver, but they had nothing to give. My prostate clenched involuntarily and it too was rendered dry. My barbs were shocked, they sprang out like they always do but there was nothing, yet it was as if my dick demanded my body produce something for it to spurt. Just there was nothing and that sensation had me writhing in frustration.

This was undoubtedly the best moment of my entire life. Bound helplessly and left crying in overstimulation, I would have thanked Kyle if words would have passed my lips. I don't know if he would have cared honestly. Afterall he was building to something.

A mere finger had me screeching as it ran down tingling every one of my insanely sensitive barbs. And yet still that electricity was attempting to drive me to another painful orgasm. "I saw what you were thinking at the bar you know. About how someone as small as I am could never satisfy someone as big as you. You thought me pitiful for being so small didn't you? How is that working out for you now pussy cat?"

I couldn't let that go unanswered. As much pain as I was in I had to defend myself in some way. "M-might have crossed my mind." I say past gritted fangs. "Only for a moment. After that I was more afraid you would be too much for me Sir."

My honest answer actually surprises Kyle and before he fully recovers I'm writhing with another orgasm torn from my squashed nuts. I'm trembling, the pain of my orgasm having sapped all my remaining strength.

"Fascinating." The surprised exclamation from the mouse turns taunting as he sits down atop me, jingling my accessories painfully. "I like your honesty little bitch piggy. It's refreshing from having a sub placate me with honeyed words and pleas for mercy."

"Mercy isn't on your mind." I tell him, once more surprising the vicious little mouse.

"Oh then what is piggy?"

"Pain." I reply instinctively knowing that this is the moment that Kyle had been playing toward. I can barely breath now, my body trembling with exhaustion as I read the mouse. "It's all over your face. You want to see me in pain don't you Sir?"

"You already are in pain. What I want to see is you admit defeat and surrender little piggy."

"Will -unff, will that get the TENS machine turned off Sir?" I ask, as the unrelenting machine does it's job driving me toward another unwanted and agonizing orgasm.

With a smile, Kyle kneels down and sits atop my chest. Those vice like fingers once more are brought to bear on my tender flesh. Squeezing, molding and slapping over my muzzle, nose and ears while he laughs. "Ahahaha, I like you little piggy. You like the pain I'm giving you far more than any tiger should." He teases while shoving a finger up my frowning nostril to dig in right where that hook did earlier. "I'll turn it off soon. We both know you've already admitted defeat. I just want something from you."

"A-anything." Through clenched fangs I hiss, my balls suddenly feeling like they're on fire. I didn't see it, but I swear he twisted the knob a little with how painful my crotch becomes.

Twisted grin in place, he fingers my muzzle with the same finger he used to hook my nostril I realize in dismay as I gag a little. "Say you'll be my pet. I'm sure you'll make a fine pain pig for my desires so let me collar you kitty."

Now that's a new one. The demand is like a line from my favourite porno or someshit and it is that naughty. Usually when I sub for someone it is short term only. I get bored easily, but this little guy really wants me to?

Panting, crying a little, I want to cradle my tender nuts and dick after this last orgasm and would give just about anything to do so. Still subbing for someone deserves a little thought about the future doesn't it? "Yes, I'll be your pet Sir." So much for thought. My cry might as well be a plea for mercy at this stage. The stimulation of electrodes changed for me after that last orgasm. They burn along nerves in demand of something those organs have not the ability left to produce. Which leaves me groaning and writhing in overtaxed agony.

"Ahh such a good pet. Just give me one more orgasm and I'll let you go piggy."

"I- I can't Sir." I spit through gritted fangs, the burn of pure pain getting to me now. "I've got nothing to give Sir."

Kyle makes me shout then as he turns around, grabs and squeezes my throbbing veined and barbed shaft. "Nothing piggy? You can't manage a single orgasm for your new master. Are you that pathetic? I heard cats could fuck all day and all night."

Kyle's taunting makes me wish I could give him that one orgasm he is looking for. But nothing... "Any-anything else and I'll do it Sir. M-my balls can't give you an orgasm though. They just don't have it in them any longer."

"Well if you say you can't cum, then you can't cum pig boy." Getting up, Kyle flicks the switch to the TENS machine off.

The pain from my overworked nerves vanishes, leaving me with twice the pain from my exhaustion hitting me all at once. Bound limbs that I thought were merely aching arch seemingly on fire and my torturishly squashed nuts remind me of their predicament. The metal knot that is shoved up my tailhole is the worst though. Which is why I am so glad even as I scream when Kyle rips the dildo out of me.

I am mumbling just how grateful I am to be stopping when ice cold steel is pressed to my retreating dick. "Frruck? What the hell is that? Sir?"

Cold steel follows my dick into my very sheath. "I told you pig. If you can't cum, then you can't cum. Consider this insurance to keep you to that." I don't need him to spell out the rest for me. I know the feel of the ring that circles around my squashed sack locking to the cage in my sheath. The feel of a rod shoving into my piss slit is something new reminding me of earlier in the night.

The click of metal on metal is little more than an indicator that Kyle is done with locking away my dick. If he asked I wouldn't deny being a little worried about the long term aspect of the cage, but even so, right now I can only look to the short term. Which is basically pleading with Kyle to loosen the screws on the vice.

"After we see how good you perform with that muzzle. Open wide piggy." Provided with unneccessary incentive my eyes nonetheless widen as a dick is hit to my nose.

"Huh, for a little guy you are anything but little." I manage to say before I get a smile.

"Shut it and practice not breathing piggy. I'm not going to blow unless I get a little throat action so get to it. Oh and mind the fangs."

I grin, before doing just that. At least he fits in between my fangs.

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