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Dennis whimpered, pressing his teeth into the bit gag in his clenched mouth. He sucked on the soft yet firm material, doing anything to keep his mind off the agony he was suffering. The world was lost to him, a result of the leather blindfold over his eyes, rendering unable to focus on anything in the room he was in. With little to preoccupy his mind, he was left with no way to ignore the pleasure assaulting his body. Trapped inside a square arch that spread his arms and legs apart, he was helplessly exposed to the wolf, and he was relentless. In the hours he had been strung up like this, his captor took advantage of his position constantly, fucking him until his canine cock filled his ass with his warm seed before replacing his shaft with the length of a vibrator, ensuring his stimulation was never at an end. His back was sore with the aftermath of fifty lashes, one of a few punishments he would throw in for fun. On his front, his nipples received their fair share of abuse, being sucked, licked, massaged, and pinched, leaving them hard and tender. His own cock was spared nothing, being jerked, shocked, squeezed, and strapped with vibrating rings. In the entire time he had been tortured, he never came once. Not because he resisted, but because he couldn't, a cage strapped on that held back his release, a small hole at the tip only allowing small drips to leak out, but it wasn't enough to stop it from being maddening. He had to fight, but there had to be an end. Right?

The creaking of hinges pulled the hyena from his thoughts, turning his head to the sound of footsteps as they grew nearer to him. Moving behind him, Dennis suddenly felt a hand reach around and fondle his cock and balls, jerking them sharply upwards as he grunted into his ear.

"You're such a naughty pet, aren't you? Ready for another round, mutt?" Fenrir growled, his breath beating against neck.

After all the pleasure flowing in him, the harsh gripping of his genitals pushed him over the edge, needily humping his hands as he whined. The blindfold over his eyes was ripped away and his jaw was seized, yanked in the direction of the wolf's face. His lustful eyes met the aggressive ones of the other male, catching the grin in his snarl. He really was going all out. So focused on his face, he was alarmed by the swift removal of the vibrator from his hole, gasping as it was torn free. With no time to prepare himself, he moaned loudly as the canine rammed his length into his used ass, immediately beginning his thrusts fast and deep into Dennis, meeting his prostate and attacking it with force. The hyena's eyes fluttered, panting hard as his face grew hot. As he was pounded, he felt his gag slip from his mouth, falling down as Fenrir lightly bit his neck.

"I want to hear you moan, you little slut," he stated, dialling up the stimulation as he squeezed the captive hyena's knot.

"Ah ah ah ah ah," Dennis replied, tongue rolling from his mouth as he drooled, his senses overwhelmed.

"Good. I think you're ready for this."

Pulling completely out, the wolf slammed his way back in, an audible pop filling Dennis' ears as he gasped loudly, feeling the canine's swollen knot inside him. His tail hole stretched to meet its size before constricting around it, trapping it inside. This hardly stopped Fenrir as he continued to fuck him, using what little movement he was given to push and pull his cock inside his noisy captive. There balls slapped against each other as the room was filled with the sound of plap, plap, plap. Dennis dropped his gaze to his stiff shaft, secured in its cage. Please, he begged in his mind. I need to cum.

"So, Dennis, how does it feel to have another man's knot stuck in you? Is it too big for you?" he asked him, grinning. Dennis let out a low moan, his mind in pieces. "I thought so."

After several minutes, Dennis sensed two hands get placed on his shoulders as the wolf pulled back, threatening to tear his knot from the hole it was in, and thrusted hard, howling as his cock twitched and shot more of his seed into the hyena, both panting as one of them reach climax. Unlike his captor, the bound male whimpered at yet another failed release, his member jumping before calming down with nothing to show for the effort. His insides were full and warm from the fifth fucking today, his mind and body pulling at the seams from the hour of nonstop pleasure. He wanted to beg for an end, the sweet release from the constant agony of his denied orgasm. He wanted to beg, and when the wolf grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes, he was given his chance.

"So, my wonderful pet, think you can take more?" Fenrir inquired, teasing him with a cupped hand rubbing his balls.

"I can... take whatever you throw at me," Dennis confidently answered, his own pride getting in the way of his needs.

It was a silly thing, pride. To knowingly do this to himself, to bring this torture on him, an for what? What was he proving? The canine wouldn't stop until he cracked, and he knew it was only a matter of time. Was it Apollo? He doubted it, it's not like he hadn't put up a valiant enough effort already. Perhaps, he simply chose to lie to himself, push away any thoughts that this was something he enjoyed, to be used and abused by another man. With all he was suffering, he couldn't deny that in a way, this was the most amount of fun he had in a while. So what if he was kidnapped? Let this wolf have his fun. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done so already, and it was only a matter of time before he was found. Besides, he wanted to see what more he had in store. God, am I a masochist?

"Is that so? Well, I guess we can see if round six will break your resolve," Fenrir playfully snarled as he pulled his shrunken knot from his chained captive's asshole, drawing a moan from him. "I can already see the cracks showing."

The hyena cursed betrayal of his own body, hoping the sound wasn't so loud. His gaze fell to the floor and the pool of white forming just behind his legs as his stretched rear leaked, so much cum gone to waste. After so long tasting his own, he was curious how the wolf tasted. Would it be subby to ask? He pondered before shaking the idea from his mind, knowing well enough that being so specific was such a clear sign. No matter how it was worded the wolf would definitely know. He could only wait and hope. He looked over at the mirror from yesterday, still positioned facing the chair, wishing it was in front of him again. He wanted to see what he had endured, to know how strong he was. Feeling the gag slide back into place and the vibrator plug him once more, his head followed his captor as he found new ways of inflicting pleasure and pain.

"You know, Dennis," Fenrir called back to him. "I'm truly impressed by how resilient that sexy body of yours is, and I'm so glad you agreed to this little experiment of ours. This really helps with my goal and you definitely seem to be enjoying yourself. When you're a horny mess, things will definitely-"

He stopped as his phone began to ring. Answering it, he began to walk to the door, talking all the way, though Dennis was unable to hear it. Watching him leave, he waited for the door to slam shut before dropping his act. Unable to contain the sensations tormenting him, he crumbled, loudly moaning and whining as he thrusted the air and squirmed in his restraints. His eyes rolled in his head, his body twitched from the overload. The overly confident man that he showed his captor was merely a performance, and one that took so much to maintain. This feels... so... good..., Dennis struggled to think, eying the leak from his caged cock. Just... a little... more.... His mind was a jumbled wreck of lewd thoughts as he envisioned what Fenrir could use next on him, the ensuing excitement not helping his situation in the slightest. If he and the wolf were alone and he pitched this idea to him now, he would have been in cuffs before he even finished explaining. Why did it... be... public? This could be his little secret, all tough and bravado to the world but here he could be this sexy canine's plaything for days. What is wrong with me?

Lost in his barely coherent thoughts, he almost missed the distinct sound of the wooden door creeping open. Immediately assuming it was his captor returning, he mustered up another bout of cool composure to mask the unfathomable stimulation, but something felt off. Instead of swinging wide as it typically did, it cracked open bit by painful bit, the hinges groaning at the slow act. When the door opened just enough, he saw a orange and black striped head peek inside, the feline face scanning the room before their eyes landed on the bound hyena, widening before entering the room and carefully closing the door behind him. The man was a mass of toned muscled covered by short orange and black fur, his striped tail swaying behind him as he approached Dennis. He wore a grey long sleeve button up shirt, the button of which hung over the waist of his black jeans. Reaching the captive male, the tiger examined him with a look of concern, his green eyes jetting all around as he frantically took in the situation.

"Oh God. Dennis?" Wyatt asked, a worried quiver in his voice that the hyena had rarely heard. "What did they do to you?"

While his tired expression stared back at the feline, mentally his eyes widened with realisation. Wyatt?! He thought with shock and dread. How did he find me? God, what if Fenrir finds him? He wanted to say something to him, to plead for his help. He could get him out of here, he could be free. After so long, he had thought such an idea was a pipe dream, but with his strong, sexy, friend here, it could be reality. Wait, sexy? Pull it together, man. Compose yourself!

A needy moan escaped the gag as Dennis gazed into his eyes, thrusting his hips as his caged shaft twitched. In his state of lustful euphoria, he wanted nothing more than to fuck the tiger in front of him, to release his load that had been brewing for hours. Please, I need relief.

"Fuck, dude. When you didn't answer your phone, I got worried. Thank God, I installed that tracker app. How long have you been like this?" His eyes dropped to the cage over his cock. "Here, let me get that off you."

Bending down, Wyatt set to work, undoing the strapped holding it in place and taking it off, narrowly avoiding the shot of cum that immediately followed as the hyena tilted his head back and panted, the ongoing orgasm like a drug in his mind. His chest heaving with relief as he shuddered, felt his seed pump through his manhood and out its tip. Numbness buzzed throughout his exhausted form as his head fell forward, eyes lifted to silently thank the tiger. Wyatt had taken a step back, watching watch was now a dripping faucet of white leak from his friend, readjusting his groin before taking a step forward again. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around Dennis and embraced him, cautiously avoiding his crotch so as to not dirty his pants. The hyena closed his eyes, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder, accepting the hug though wishing it could wait until they were out of this hell. When they were safe, he would let that tiger go to town on him. After so long of being gone, to return now to save him? He really was a guardian angel.

Hearing a long creak, they both turned their heads, Dennis' heart sinked in the bottom of a sea of fear as he stared at the wolf, standing in front of the open exit, gun in hand trained on Wyatt. Instinctively, Wyatt moved away, putting his hands up as he faced the armed Fenrir.

"Would you look at that? A little kitty breaking into my house and touching my pet without permission," Fenrir growled, approaching them. "Would the kitty want to join him?"

"Just let us go. We won't say a word," Wyatt promised, retreating on foot at a time for every foot Fenrir grew nearer.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Besides, there's something about you that I like," he stated before gesturing with his gun. "Go over to that chair."

"Alright, but don't shoot," Wyatt replied, remaining calm as Dennis was on the verge of pissing himself.

Please don't shoot, please don't shoot him.

Wyatt went to the designated device, an armless chain with two shackles connected to the sides of its back and two connected to its legs. He stood next to it and watched the wolf as he came up to him. In a blink, Fenrir shoved Wyatt down and within moments, the tiger was fully restrained, though he struggled to break out. Dennis was amazed, not at Fenrir's speed, as he figured it came with practice, but the fact that he even managed to overpower Wyatt, the same guy who was trained to disarm people at that range. Was he not fighting back at all? With the big cat secured, the canine took the back of the chair and dragged it towards the hyena, planting him a few feet away. Leaning down, he spoke for them both to hear.

"Why don't we see what we're dealing with, huh?"

Bending down, he slowly began to undo the buttons of Wyatt's shirt, pulling it further open after each one. After parting the last one from its loop, he threw the shirt open, exposing his bare chest for them all to see. A whistle flew from Fenrir's lips as his hands felt up and down the tiger's muscled torso, running his fingers over every bump and curve.

"I've got myself a couple of hunks here. I'm going to have so much fun with you, kitty. But first...," he turned around and stopped, head moving down, followed by the others, until their eyes laid upon the puddle he was stepping in, as well as the member that created it, now flaccid and in the process and hiding away inside his sheath. "Now isn't that disappointed. Such good cum wasted. You'll need to make up for that."

"You son of a bitch," Wyatt spat, growling, warranting the wolf to return his attention to him.

"Well, since it was you that wasted it, I think it's only fair that you are the one who gets milked. Don't you think so?"

"What?!"

Wyatt thrashed in the chair as Fenrir strode away, returning with two boxy machines. Upon close inspection, Dennis recognised one of them as the milking machine from last night. The other one was similar, though it noticeably sported a large glass jar attached one one side. Whereas two hoses hung from the first, only one drooped from the second, the vacuum nozzle connected to its end. Placing both milkers down, the wolf wasted no time pulling down the tiger's pants, leaving only a pair of tight white underwear covering the lower half of his body, though a noticeable bulge was still visible. A mischievous grin spread across the captor's face and Dennis, powerless and unable to look away, was forced to look on as the wolf pressed his palm down onto Wyatt's crotch. Grinding his hand against his cloth covered cock, the feline shook his head, squirming in his body as he glared other the other man, though as the torture continued, his eyes rolled back and a moan erupted from his mouth. The moment his lips parted, Fenrir shoved a muzzle over his face, the tiger gagging as it was secured into place. With him now muzzled, the wolf grabbed the waist of his underwear and slid them down.

The hyena's face burned as he blushed at the sight of Wyatt's erect shaft, combined with his bare toned chest heaving from panted breaths, it was enough to cause his own member to begin stiffening. He looked so hot in that state, battling against his urges as his growing member was stroked. His eyes followed as Fenrir took up the hose from the second machine and attached it to the tiger's length before powering it on. Instantly, the feline tensed up, only to melt under the pleasure as it began to massage his dick. His muzzle rumbled with low moans as he wormed in the chair, his face overtaken with bliss. Watching his friend succumbing to the very stimulation he felt last night filled Dennis' head with my lewd thoughts. What else will Fenrir do? Will he make us fuck? Or will he fuck us? The composed mask he wore fell away as he jerked his hips with need, something that was picked up by the wolf.

"Don't worry, my little pet. I haven't forgotten about you," he assured him, messing with his hair. "How about we give him a taste of your delicious cum?"

Dennis nearly jumped with excitement as Fenrir bent down and hooked them both up to the other machine, sliding the nozzle over the hyena's cock and following that by attaching the other hose to the tiger's muzzle, ready to feed him. Turning the machine on, Dennis' eyes fluttered, his head lazily turning to keep his attention on the wolf as he circled behind him. He felt a hand grip his balls as the other rubbed his inner thigh, playing around the area as his breath beat down on his neck. The bound man let out a series of moans, the last of his resolve gone, that wall he had built fallen to ruin. Do what you want, Fenrir. Please.

The wolf's hot breath blew onto his captive's ear, sending a shiver up his spine as he whispered. "Your friend is going to be so nice to play with, Dennis, maybe even nicer than you."

The hyena's head shot to him, following him as he left him, making his way over to Wyatt. He yaned and his restraints, fighting to get him back, to continue what he was doing. Play with me, play with me! Unable to do anything he watched as Fenrir, with a wide grin on his face, bent over the back of Wyatt's chair, placing his arms on his shoulders. The tiger had slumped down in his seat, squirming as his cock was sucked, moaning flowing from his muzzled maw as his half closed eyes rolled in his head. At that sight alone, he began to thrust at the air once again, a pitiful display of his lustful need as he stared at the two in front of him.. His eyes observed the wolf's every movement as his hands slid slowly down Wyatt's exposed pecs, his thumbs finding his nipples and beginning to mess with them, rubbing and pinching them as he had done to Dennis repeatedly before. The simple pleasure coaxed a gasp from the captured feline as needy whimpers slipped from the envious hyena, wishing that was him. Satisfied with the tiger's chest, his hands made their agonising descent down to his abs, massaging and scratching them, increasing Wyatt's squirming as a long moan left his lips. His cock twitched, pre getting sucked through the hose before dripping into the jar. Dennis' thrusting intensified as he sought to keep some pace, at least trying to not fall behind. Getting worked up enough from the show and the vibrator assaulting him from behind, he began to leak into the hose, sighing with relief at the progress made. In his lewd stupor, he had completely forgotten where the release was going. It was only when he saw his friend's head tilt back, shaking slightly, that he remembered once he came, the tiger strapped to the chair would take the entirety of his load. He pulled on his wrist restraints in vain, wanting more than ever to have their roles reversed.

"Your friend is very nice, Dennis. I really love his sexy body. Very toned compared to your soft edges." He chuckled as his hands ran down his sides, trying to drive home the point. "I can definitely do a lot with the both of you. Maybe when we're done, I can continue to play with him. Make him my pet as well."

The hyena whined, a muffled plea flooding from his mouth, incoherent even with the gag to distort it. His mind was a mess, the fight all but gone. If this was a test, he had long since failed, but he didn't care. Seeing his friend as he was, restrained and exposed, he wanted him so much, wanted to fuck him senseless, wanted him to do the same to him. He had tried to save him, but he no longer wanted to leave. Now, they could enjoy this together.

The canine's hand dropped once more, cupping the cat's balls before fondling them, sending a new wave of pleasure into him, his toes flexing as he panted. "Here's an idea. How about I keep this adorable tiger and break him in a bit. Put him in through his paces. I'm sure my clients would love to give him a good time. Besides, he seems to be liking this."

Dennis' gaze fell on his friend, taking in the whole picture instead of the movements of the man pleasuring him. He could practically see the heat radiating off his body as he flexed in his binds. His form was in constant, graceful motion, his muscled chest rising and falling with each and every pant. Wyatt's eyes, rolled back and mostly closed, fluttered as the wolf moved a finger lower to play with his hole, even as the other hand returned to pinch and massage his now rock hard nipples. On occasion, the feline would twitch, a quick convulsion that Dennis knew too well meant he was nearing his sweet finish. With the relentless sucking on his cock from the hose, his seed would soon be filling the jar, milked like cattle. From personal experience, the hyena was certain his load would be big, he only wished Fenrir would allow him a taste when it was done.

A growing pressure in his crotch drew his attention downward at the machine milking his own member, his cum destined to fill Wyatt at any moment. There they were, two friends,each powerful in their own ways, taken captive in a wolf's dungeon, made pets to be toyed with. Slaves to sex and objectified, he wanted more, and seeing Wyatt, he knew he wasn't alone. Fuck us, please!

Shouting into his gag, Dennis emptied his load, feeling it getting torn away as it journeyed down the length of hose towards the machine and Wyatt. Travelling through the box, it made its way up the other hose, inching close to the tiger's mouth. Wyatt, drunk on bliss, failed to see it coming, too focused on the physical stimuli that caressed his balls and playing with his chest. Only when it began to fill his mouth did his eyes shoot open and his head fly back, exposing his neck for the hyena to see him swallow it without delay. The flavour broke the camel's back as his cock spasmed, white fluid flowing into the hose as Dennis tracked it, watching with excitement as it dripped into the glass container. After filling a third of the jar, the stream tickled out, both milked men panting from exertion as the last of their cum found its destination. With a tired expression, the hyena lifted his head towards their captor, the vibrations in his rear a dull hum in his exhausted state.

Walking between his two pets, Fenrir shut off the two machines, pulling free the jar and examining it. "Well, I'll be damned. That's impressive for one load," he turned to Wyatt and patted his head. "I might have to just milk you some more later. But quantity does not equal quality." Sticking a finger into the jar, he scooped up a sizable amount of the seed onto his finger and brought it to his mouth, turning for both to see. Sucking on his gloved digit, his eyes closed as a look of pure enjoyment overtook his face. Opening his mouth, he let out an audible ahh, staring down and the glass in his hand. "Delicious."

Placing the jar on a nearby cart, he got to work freeing them both from the nozzles around their cocks before pulling the vibrator from Dennis' hole. With nothing to replace it, he sighed, having grown used to its feel and now lamenting the emptiness he now felt. Seemingly sensing his melancholy, Fenrir wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his belly and massaging his balls, an act that drew a low moan from Dennis as his head rolled back and his arms lightly pulled on his restraints.

"Don't worry, my sexy hyena. We still have much to do. I have a lot more things planned for this body of yours, and I know you can't wait."

He wanted to shake his head in denial, to try to regain some of his resistance and defiance to this man, but he knew full well that they both saw it for what it was. An act. He didn't want this to end, for him to return to the world. In his weakened, broken state, he could only nod.

"I know... I know. But you need some rest, and your friend has much more to experience. So how about I let you recover and I spend the meantime with that adorable feline over there? Maybe tomorrow we can do more with just the three of us."

Dennis, in his lewd, drained existence, met Fenrir's gaze. How many days had it been since he kidnapped him? Back then, he was a villain above all villains, but now staring into his affectionate, hedonistic eyes.... He humped his hand one last time before slowly letting his exhausted body and mind drift off, the smile of the wolf's face slowly lost to darkness.

Dennis laid on his stomach, eyes transfixed on the events before him. Wyatt, his rescuer turned fellow captive, was propped up on shaky knees, his ankles shackled to the floor, his upper body stretched out facing down, wrists bound in manacles chained to the ground. The clothes he had worn were long since stripped away, replaced by a collar and an H harness that ran across the upper part of his chest and back. Dangling from clamps on his nipples rested a fine chain. In his current position, his ass was exposed, perfect for penetration, something Fenrir had in mind. The canine knelt behind him, hands gripped tight on his waist as his torso bent over his back, grunting with each thrust as he slammed his cock into the tiger's hole without cease. Joining the grunts and slaps that filled the air was the series of moans and gasps that escaped the bound feline, his eyes rolled back, or at least that's what the hyena thought, unable to see them behind the blindfold. The sight of his long lost friend being used and abused by his captor brought Dennis' thoughts to imagine how his rescue attempt went. Surely, in whatever scenarios had run through his hand, he would never imagine it ending in him getting turned into a sex toy. Try as he might, the hyena could tell if that was good or bad. Eventually, he saw as the wolf hooked his arm around his fuck toy's neck, pulling him back and straight, yanking on the chain as his knot popped into his rear. Wyatt gasped loudly, his arms forcibly held out like a zombie, as he shot cum across the floor, one of several climaxes the wolf had gotten out of him while Dennis rested. Fenrir bit his neck as he lightly humped him, filling his assas they both panted. Dennis was beyond jealous.

There was nothing he could do about it, however, at least as he was. Despite resting, Fenrir still made sure he was properly bound, though it was hardly meant to stop him from escaping at this point. He laid face down, his torso situated on a small, padded table with even smaller "benches" lower in the corners. It was on those benches that his arms and legs sat, tied down with leather straps. In his current position, propped up on his arms and legs, he was similarly exposed like Wyatt was. Both his genitals and rear were ready to be played with, ready to be bred, if the name the wolf gave was any indication. Disappointingly, as he was meant to be recovering, he was almost completely nude. Not just of his clothing, which he had forgotten the feel of, but any and all toys. The only things he was equipped with was a bondage hood and muzzle over his face and a collar around his neck, from which dangled a tag with his name on it. Even without any sort of stimulation, the mere sight of the several times the wolf fucked the tiger in his line of sight was enough to at least keep him at half mast.

The canine whispered something into the feline's ear before speaking loud enough for both of them to hear. "Oh, my clients will definitely love you, cat."

"P-Please...," Wyatt began to beg before a finger coated in his own cum was slid into his mouth. Immediately, he stopped trying to speak, instead focusing on cleaning the intrusion clean.

"Shhh... little kitty. Don't talk. This is your life now, best get used to it."

Dennis pulled on the restraints, adding to his many countless efforts. What he planned to do if he somehow got free was anyone's guess. A sane, clear thinking Dennis would try to battle off the wolf and free his friend. But after numerous days of sex and pleasure, he was nowhere near clear thinking and arguably sane. No, chances were that should he break from his binds, he would throw himself on his tired down friend and show no mercy on his undoubtedly sore hole. Perhaps if he was in the mood for revenge, he and Wyatt might restrain the wolf himself and give him a good taste of his own medicine. After all, it would only be fitting. Then there rested the hope that the struggle would fail as he begged for more punishment, this whole experience fueling a masochistic side he didn't know he had. Ultimately, just as he subconsciously thought, the cuffs held, though his squirming brought him to the attention of his capture, who grinned at the bound hyena.

"Looks like you rested enough. Enjoy the show? Perhaps you can have a turn later, my pet. But for now...," Fenrir pulled free from the tiger's rear and produced a key, unlocking his restraints. "I have a few things to do. So I leave him to you, Wyatt."

The hyena cocked his head at Fenrir as he cleaned himself off, all the while his friend got to his feet and did the same. With them both looking stellar after a quick towelling down, they shook each other's hands, a grin on the feline's face as he glanced at his spotted friend from the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry, Fenrir, Dennis is in good hands," he said, approaching the helpless man and kneeling down, taking a finger under his chin and forcing eye contact. "I'll keep your new pet nice and taken care of."

Fenrir strode to the door, grabbing the knob before shouting back one last thing, the smile clear in his voice. "He's your pet now, Wyatt. I give ownership to you." With that, he left the tiger and his new, confused hyena alone.

"How nice of him, gifting me you, Dennis. This will be fun, won't it, Dennis?" he asked, freeing his face from the muzzle.

"Wyatt, what is going on, what are you-"

"Shh, my little hyena. It's okay."

"Please, you have to get me out of here."

"Why? After all, I'm the reason you're here to begin with."

"W-What?"

Wyatt stood up and circled behind his captive, placing his hands on his back and beginning to gently scratch it. "Do you remember the last time we saw each other? When you fucked me the night of my match?"

Dennis rested his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention given by his friend's long claws. "Yeah... you were amazing."

"Remember when you just left immediately after cumming inside me?"

"Yeah...," so focused on the scratches, it took a second for him to fully register the words. "Wait, I-"

He had hardly begun to speak when a hand pressed down hard on the top of his muzzle, grasping it and forcing it shut. Unable to move his head, he struggled to look up as Wyatt's face grew closer.

"You treated me like nothing more than a glorified cum sock. A little while later, I decided to visit the Tipsy Fellow in hopes of finding you, thinking we could talk before my match began. That's when I saw you dragging a helpless otter away to screw."

Dennis gulped as the tiger released his face. Opening his mouth to speak, he felt a slap on his back. Turning as best he could, he attempted to see what it was, only for Wyatt to have disappeared from view. Whipping his head around the other way, he found the muzzle forced back on, his friend taking joy in silencing him. Once he had it strapped into place, Wyatt knelt down in front of Dennis, forcing his head to look at him as he rubbed something up his chest, neck, and eventually stopping on his chin. The hyena shook in his restraints, muffled protests and pleas flowing from his mouth just a raging river. The whole time, the tiger before him just smiled, reaching out and ruffling his hair.

"I wanted you to feel what it was like to be used as nothing more than a toy for another's pleasure, to feel what it's like and the other end, and maybe, just maybe, you'd learn." He stared directly into his eyes, glaring daggers into his soul as he spoke bluntly. "I'm going to have my fun fucking and torturing you, Dennis. And when I've had my fill and you're a whimpering mess, I'll offer you a choice. Sounds good?"

The bound male's heart and mind raced. Here his friend was, someone he thought was lost to him, but not only was he complicit in the events of the last several days, but he was the one who organised it. Now, he was at his mercy, about to be subjected to whatever sadistic pleasure he wanted in the name of revenge. His mind was fractured on how to feel. He wanted to plead for forgiveness, to apologise, and yet another part of him, the selfsame part that revelled in this punishment, wanted to see it through. He was terrified and excited, but regardless of his feelings on the matter, he knew he was facing something inevitable. Please, just get it over with.

"Are you ready, because I sure am, my sexy little man," Wyatt said, pulling away from Dennis and allowing him to see the first instrument in his next round of sexual torment. A riding crop.

Dennis' eyes widened at the sight, something the feline took glee in as he flexed it in his hands. Getting to his feet, he slowly circled him once more, each step sending waves of anxiety into the hyena as he tried to maintain visuals on his friend-turned-torturer.

"I like how vulnerable you are like this, Dennis." He ran the leather crop up his side. "Just like your victims." With a quick strike, a stinging pain engulfed the hyena's side where it was hit, forcing a grunt from the man as he clenched his teeth. After a few seconds, another swing crossed his back, another slamming into his ass, the next one smacking his waist. Dennis clenched his fists as Wyatt took out his anger on him with the crop, each attack striking harder than the last, his grunts turning to yelps and then to whines, his body a patchwork of stinging bruises. His newfound masochistic side revelled in the pain, and as he was beaten, his cock grew stiff from where it hung below him. Each new hit filled his body with ecstasy as he rested his head, eyes half closed as the torture continued with no end in sight.

Wyatt had such a strong arm, his mind thought, never appreciating his friend's strength before today. He remembered when they would sit on the couch together, watching a movie, his arm always tended to find itself around him, tight enough to make him feel secure but not so much that it was restrictive. To have him right there able to protect him, what he wouldn't give to have that just one more time. He couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way, even as he brutalised his body with the riding crop.

He was removed from his train of thought as the tiger seized a clump of fur on his upper back, being dangerously close to ripping it out, and leaning forward, over him. "Fenrir told me all about your opinion on control. Think this makes you a bitch?" Wyatt's hand caressed his balls, his index finger running up and down the length of his shaft.

Dennis nodded, his mind too far gone in a lustful haze to fully know what he was agreeing to, if he was agreeing to anything. Any fleeting morsel of dominance that he had from before had long left him, replaced with a desire, a need, to do whatever the dom wanted. It was only when his friend spoke, running the crop down the underside of his cock and over his rear that he realised he may have done the wrong thing.

"Then what am I?"

He hardly had time to understand the situation when a jolt of immense pain shot through his system, forcing a yelp as his stomach twisted from the sensation. A wave of nausea rolled over him, the dull throbbing of his genitals making him sick. It was a single swift, hard smack, but that's all it took to bring tears to his eyes and a whimper to his throat. His body squirmed and shifted in his binds, taking advantage of what freedom he had to adjust. It didn't matter, however, if he was unbound or unable to move, no amount of positioning could alleviate the overwhelming ache. They've popped! He frantically shouted in his head. They couldn't have survived. Pained whines gave way to silent sobs as he mourned his loss, the once prideful hyena reduced to a ruined shell.

"Oh, come on. You're fine." The tiger said, patting his back. "They're still in one piece. I don't want to break you that easily. Besides..." he knelt down in front of Dennis, wiping the tears from his eyes. "We're far from done, and I want those in working order for what's to come. Anything to say before we continue?"

The moment he felt the muzzle pull away, Dennis wasted no time stammering for words, though in his current condition, finding words proved more difficult than ever. Eventually, the sounds flew from his mouth like a torrent, spoken rapidly to get as much out as possible. "Wyatt, I'm sorry, I really am! If I knew how much it hurt you, I would have-"

A quick grasp of his muzzle silenced the begging hyena as Wyatt bared his fangs inches from his face. "If you knew? If you knew, nothing would have changed, because deep down inside, the only thing you care about is satisfying your lust. I love you, Dennis, but you only love this," He gestured to his body.

The bound man's eyes widened at the admission, a slight quiver on his lip as the news sunk in. "You-"

His words were once more interrupted, though this time not from the harsh grip of a hand. Instead, he was met by the soft touch of the tiger's kiss, pressed against his lips and filled with passion and fervour. Once the shock of its suddenness wore off, Dennis relented to it, embracing the feeling as his heart soared from the feelings that coursed through his body, pushing aside his hedonistic thoughts and desires and replacing them with a purity he had never felt before. Is this how love feels? His eyes closed as he leaned into the kiss, wanting this one moment to stretch on for eternity, to forever feel the warmth Wyatt brought to him in thievery moment. But, unfortunately, as it was destined to, the tiger pulled away, leaving the hyena panting as he sought to have it last as long as possible. His tired face gazed back at his friend with a longing greater than he had ever experienced.

The tiger scoffed as he returned the muzzle to Dennis' face, pulling him from his lovestruck trance as a look of pleading overtook him, his eyes full of pathetic, unspoken begging as they followed him getting up and stalking around back again. "It's sad, you're sad. We're all just toys to be used and discarded to you, isn't that right? I bet you don't even know the names of the men you fucked, bet you never cared to learn."

Dennis shook his head, yanking on the straps around his wrist in a renewed attempt to free himself. He cursed the muzzle preventing himself from speaking, from explaining, and to Wyatt for not wanting to hear him. He'd never believe what he had to say, that or refused to hear it said. The man strapped down in front of him was the boogeyman he wanted to see, and words would only ruin that illusion. If only I had known? How could I have known? How could I have not known? For once, after blaming everything and everyone else, the hyena finally realised the truth that had been staring him in the face, the truth he always was too prideful to see. This is my fault.

"Why don't I give you exactly what you wanted, Dennis? Though with the positions switched...," He trailed off as he moved his tail out of the way. "Nice to know Fenrir broke you in a bit. You ready?"

Not even a second after the last word was spoken, Dennis yelped as the full length of Wyatt's cock forced its way inside, balls slapping together, sending a renewed pain through them as they still were sore. Giving no rest, he swiftly pulled almost completely out before thrusting back in, setting pace as he began to pound him without remorse. Everything that Dennis could clench tensed up, fingers and toes curled and eyes squeezed to the point of nearly bursting. This only worsened the assault on his rear, his tightened hole doing nothing to stop the tiger ravaging him, his dry shaft pushing and pulling with each thrust. A constant string of whimpers drifted from the hyena as his legs shook from the beating. Each thrust missed his prostate, denying him the flood of pleasure he needed to enjoy this, but that was the point, wasn't it? He was meant to suffer.

"Having fun, my little hyena? I know I am." the tiger bent forward, grabbing his head, and jerking it back to look at him. "You like the feeling of my cock up your ass?"

The hyena silently whimpered, his ass stretched and sore with no stimulation to help it. Tears had begun to flood his eyes, and with no way to wipe them, they had flowed down his cheek, adding to his pitifulness.

"Peesh...," Dennis's plea muffled beyond comprehension, destined to fall on deaf ears.

"I can't hear you!" Wyatt rammed his prostate full force, shattering his resolve as he let out a loud gasp, every muscle in his body relaxing as he eyes fluttered. A grin cracked the tiger's face and he released his head, allowing it to fall back on its cushion. "That's better. You know, Dennis, I have a wonderful idea. I'll tell you when I'm done."

With the talking out of the way and his punishment done or forgotten about, Wyatt aimed for his sweet spot with each push, melting the poor bound soul as he rested his empty head, lost in a seed of ecstasy. It didn't take long for his tip to begin leaking, followed shortly behind by a wetness in his rear as the tiger began to slip in and out with ease. Each of the hyena's breaths was a gasp and a moan, his body jelly, having succumbed to the ebb and flow of sex, moving with the motion of the feline's cock. It felt like a heaven above heaven, and he desperately wanted him to continue. I'm all yours. All the times he had fucked Wyatt, feeling the other end only made him love the big cat more.

Love. It was a strange thing for him, especially towards his friend. Sure, he loved Wyatt's body, always wanting to just do whatever to him, but the man himself? He was right, he didn't care about any of the men he screwed, but he was different. The others were flings but Wyatt was special, he was always there and he always wanted him to be there. And they did more than bang, they went out, they snuggled, they laughed together. The tiger was always there to protect him, but he had assumed he felt it was his job. But to learn he loved him, the douchey, rich hyena he was, it hit something inside Dennis. He closed his eyes, imagining the kiss again, wanting the taste of his lips. Please, Wyatt.

From the tightness in his balls and the shuddering in Wyatt's ragged pants, he knew they were close. As much as he wanted that sweet clmax, part of him mourned the impending end. With Fenrir and all other before him, sex was just that, whereas with Wyatt, it felt like so much more. Even as the feline sought to use it to torture him, even though he had every reason to hate him, Dennis could still feel the compassion, the affection. He still cared. The hyena let loose a muffled shout as his load was unleashed on the floor, followed suit by a roar as Wyatt's warm seed pumped into his ass. Fighting to catch their breaths, Dennis turned to look at his friend, a weak smile hidden underneath the muzzle as he panted. Pulling free, Wyatt knelt down and began to inspect the underside of the table, racing a claw down Dennis' cock and sending a shiver through him.

"You're so nice, Dennis. I love every bit of you... almost. So here's my idea. When Fenrir returns, I'm going to take you and bring you home, your new home. You see, Dennis, since you love just the sex, I'll give you as much sex as you want. You'll be my little sexy sex slave," Dennis' eyes widened for a second before the sudden stroking of his shaft forced them closed. "You won't have to worry about anything else and when I need to blow off some steam, I'll be sure to give you the love you deserve. I'll keep you fed, give you a place to sleep, all the sex you can handle, all I ask is you keep in shape. How does that sound?"

Before he could compose himself, the warmth of Wyatt's mouth encompassed his cock, sucking the remainder of his cum out as his rough tongue licked the sensitive flesh. His fingers flexed as a long needy moan flowed from him, eyes rolling in his head as he panted. It didn't sound like a bad idea. In the time he had been here, the thought of the outside world was a foreign one to him, and with Wyatt providing all the care and sex he needed, it sounded like the easy life. No more stress, no more bullshit, just a simple life of pleasure. As he began to come around to the idea, a small portion of his mind began to snag him, growing ever more pronounced until he felt himself screaming inside his own head. No! I'm much more than that. We're much more than that. He didn't want Wyatt for sex, amazing though it was. Their friendship couldn't just devolve into that, it had to evolve into something more. He shook his head fervently, falling into a distorted rant that served no purpose other than to get the big cat's attention. When he felt the sucking cease and his mouth part from his cock, he fought to find him, eyes following as he came around front, crouching down and removing the muzzle.

"Have an answer yet?"

"Wyatt, I...."

"Spit it out."

Dennis met his gaze, face soft and burning from a mixture of the climax and nervousness at his response. "I love you."

"Bullshit," Wyatt said, voice cold and harsh, the single word cutting deep.

"Wyatt, please, I do. I think I always have, but-"

"But what, Dennis?!" he snapped.

"But I was scared! Scared of commitment, scared of you rejecting me. Afraid of my reputation if I were to date someone who wasn't wealthy."

"So that's what this is about? Money?" Wyatt stood up, crossing his arms and looking away, unable to look at the pathetic hyena before him.

"But I don't give a damn anymore. About my reputation, anything. I want you. All of you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not!" He gritted his teeth, holding back tears of frustration.

"Then prove it."

"Take my genitals."He spoke in a low voice, though Wyatt still picked up on it.

"Your what?" He took a step back in disbelief. "I'm not castrating you."

"What? No! God, no. But if it gained your trust.... No, 'The quickest way to a man's pride is his genitals, and once you control those, he isn't a man anymore. He's your bitch.' That's what Apollo Damos told me. If you do that, I'll be your bitch. He won't ever respect me again. But you're more important than that. I promise. I want to be yours, Wyatt."

Wyatt thought for a second. "Fine."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. This won't be pleasant for you."

"Please, do anything you want, anything you have to."

The tiger sighed, reaching down and beginning to undo the straps around each of Dennis' limbs, rubbing his hand over the area in an effort to soothe the flesh that had been held down there for around an hour. At last free again, the thought of running pushed its way back into the front of his mind, having all but given up on such a notion after his first attempt ended in painful failure. But now, with no collar to impede him, there was a likely chance he could escape, to flee as fast as his legs could carry him. Once more, however, the idea was shoved back where it was, not by any sort of restraint, but the sheer will of Dennis, whatever still remained. He would see his upcoming punishment through, not for himself, but for Wyatt. He had to prove himself, no matter the cost.

Lifting himself from the table that he had grown accustomed to, Dennis got to his feet, immediately feeling the welts that marked his body with each movement. Despite the minor pain, he couldn't help but enjoy the first bit of truly free movement he had in days. An orange hand placed on his shoulder pulled him back to the task at hand as he turned towards Wyatt. Getting a good look at him, dressed in bondage gear, muscled body on display, he exuded power and strength. He wanted him so badly, he needed him, needed to make things right. Punish me, please.

"Take me where you want me to go. Be as rough as you want," Dennis said, his voice sounded shaky, unsteady.

The tiger raised an eyebrow, though hidden behind the confusion was the slightest hint of concern. "You alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine."

The feline's face softened as he moved his hand to Dennis' own, taking it and squeezing it slightly.

"You don't have to do this."

"I...I...," he paused, gathering himself as he stared into Wyatt's eyes, resolute. "I want to do this. I have to prove myself. If there's only enough room for one cat in my life, I want it to be you. I was an idiot, I still am. You've always been there for me and I treated you like shit. You have every right to hate me and just the fact that you're giving me this chance, I-"

A pair of lips pressed against his own stole his words and pushed him towards bliss, resting his body as he was taken into the tiger's embrace, feeling himself melt in his heat, losing his thoughts to the passion he now felt, that he should have always felt. He closed his eyes, letting himself be taken away in this moment where nothing else mattered. He was glimpsing heavens, and never wanted to leave. As the kiss ended, he looked at Wyatt, spotting a smile on his face as his hand caressed his cheek. Tilting his head into his touch, he repeated the words he had said when his epiphany first hit him, now with their truth no longer in question.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you hedonistic, stupid hyena."

"You're my wonderful, sexy, stud of a tiger Wyatt."

"Should we go? I can leave a note for Fenrir."

"Wyatt, you know I love you, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I think we just settled that."

"Good, then I can get this off my chest without it sounding wrong," Dennis kneeled down. "I want you to make me a whimpering bitch. I want you to use me and abuse me like common garbage. I want you to-"

Again, he was stopped, though instead of a kiss, he found a red ball shoved into his muzzle. He watched as Wyatt grabbed a pair of cuffs and taking his wrists, restrained them behind his back. With him secured, the tiger knelt down, lifting Dennis' chin with a finger as he stared into his eyes with sadistic delight.

"I hoped you'd say that." Retrieving the riding crop, he ran it up the length of the hyena's steadily hardening cock, up just chest, and to his neck, holding his captive's gaze on him. "You said as rough and I wanted, right?"

Dennis fervently nodded, smiling wide despite the gag, his heart racing in anticipation. Who cared what some self important, prideful lion thought, nothing was worse missing this?

Wyatt walked off once more, returning with a blindfold, which was swiftly fastened around the hyena's head, blinding him and leaving him in suspense. The immediate feeling of the crop tracing his body, now amplified by the loss of a sense, filled him with excitement, wondering where it would go next.

"How about we play a guess game?" Wyatt asked, now behind him. Dennis nodded. "Good."

The touch left him.

Twack!