No Light (pt.4 of Force of Nature)
#4 of Force of Nature
No Light
Part 4 of "Force of Nature"
by H. A. Kirsch
Copyright 2008
Warning: This is unedited. This story contains mock hanging, hardcore bondage, anaesthesia,
gratuitous appearances by other characters of mine, cock milking, breath control, and sex.
Hawk looked into the black doorway. The hallway was lit with dim red emergency Exit signs again,
and every door was locked. Again. Carl and his friends had some strange sense of humor and
atmosphere, turning a massive bondage dungeon into some kind of strange haunt. The wolf had nowhere
to go, and regarded the black doorway and the red hall, door and hall, door and hall. Then he
stepped inside.
Red light spilled in, but only enough to show something that he couldn't quite make out. It looked
like a dentist's chair at the far end of the room. Then, all the red light snuffed out, door closed
behind him. The wolf immediately backed up, back quickly finding the door he'd come in. A big hand
splayed against the hard surface, feeling for the latch. Not only was there no latch, but there was
no obvious seam for the door.-*
His hackles stood up, and the wolf felt a deep down urge to run, panic boiling up inside him. He
spun towards the wall and banged on it, felt around for the door frame, for the crack, for
anything, and found nothing. "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch, why can't you just fuck me! Why can't
you just train me like a dog!"
Then, movement. Two clicks, then a dual mosquito whine, like a camera flash. The creak of leather,
the squeak of rubber, the clop of boot heels. The sounds came from both sides, the big wolf
straining against the door, shouldering it, snorting and grunting. He pulled back to heave forward
at the door again, and something grabbed his thick biceps on each arm. "Fuck!-*Fuuuuuck!" the wolf
screamed, spit flying out of his mouth, body wrenching hard, muscles heaving under his fur and
having absolutely no effect. He beat at each arm, fingers only able to touch at the restraining
hands once or twice, finding heavy rubber gauntlet gloves. Then his arms pulled behind, more creaks
of leather as two other hands started winding rope around his wrists. The black wolf fought, but
those heavy gloves just pinched tighter and pulled harder. Soon, no amount of panic-fueled
thrashing would budge the wolf's arms. Rope around the wrists, wound around each in a figure eight,
knotted in the middle to snug them together, thumbs tied to prevent any escape attempts.-*
Hawk heaved his chest in the black and kicked backwards, but each blind heave of his leg met
nothing. The second pair of hands felt around his arms, applying more rope, winding at his elbows,
another figure eight knotted in the middle, hands carefully working the rope around the lupine's
chest, giving him an X harness made of bindings. Hawk tried to heave his chest out, bucking and
squirming, but the invisible assailant just pulled the ropes tighter. A gloved fist suddenly
punched him in the back and he huffed out, and the ropes tightened, fighting against
testosterone-strained muscle and collapsing the wolf's chest, leaving him wheezing and gasping. The
heavy pressure only let up a slight bit, aching his ribs but not making it impossible to breathe.
More boot clops, then a sudden slam to his chest sent the wolf running backwards. Instead of
running, he tripped after just two steps and fell hard, body tensing rigid. He hunched and expected
to bash his head into the floor, but only found leather gloves cradling his head at the last
second, giving only a dazing thump.
The wolf's eyes didn't adjust to the light, because there was none. The only thing Hawk saw were
the faint squiggles of darkness, turning every sound around him into a source of terror. Hands
grabbed at his legs and the wolf fought against them, kicking and snarling, slobbering all over his
chest as he tried to lift his head to beat at whoever was restraining him. Each attempt only
brought pressure onto his chest. It was hard, something stiff shoving against his pecs, muscle
straining against fur, pain starting to blossom as the hard thing twisted. A boot heel. Hawk tried
to snap at it and the shaft and heel flung back, kicking him in the side of the face with a
lip-bashing thump. The leg-handling gloves started folding the wolf up and he kept kicking, quads
burning and straining under his fur, arms wrenching into the severely uncomfortable half-hogtie.
Each hand struggle brought the burn of stretched ligament from his thumbs and another kick to the
chest.-*
In seconds, Hawk's left leg was forced bent at the knee, roped around the thigh and calf, knotted
at the sides of the knee. He tried to expand his leg and shake the rope off, but those
unseen-*rubbered-*hands just grabbed for his foot and held it still, then wound rope around the
instep, tying it. Soon, the knee-knots were tied to the foot, and no matter what Hawk did, no
matter how hard he wrenched and arched his body, his leg remained useless and folded. His right leg
suffered the same treatment, allowing him to only squeeze his legs together and try to flail his
knees around.-*
A huge boot wedged under his side and lifted hard, vertigo overtaking the wolf as he spun without
any sight to orient himself, half-limp cock flapping down against the hard floor as he was pushed
onto his chest. A hand grabbed at his muzzle, glove leather squeezing it shut, grinding the side of
his lips against the hard painted concrete. -*More rope work, knee bindings tied together, ankle
bindings wound around his squirming feet, body pulled into a hard hogtie. The ropes pulled up at
his wrists, his elbows, even at the 'harness' around his chest until he wasn't just hobbled and
immobilized but actually bent backwards. Leather gloves started cradling the wolf's cock and balls,
and Hawk's head swam with conflict. It felt so good, the smooth hide caressing and pulling on his
cock, coaxing him hard, and the position was frankly arousing, not to mention the heart-pounding
excitement of helpless terror. On the other hand, he was in a pitch-black room with an unknown
number of assailants who had him hogtied and helpless on the floor.-*
Those unseen hands started roping around his cock, gathering a loop behind his balls, knotting it
off, then started to tug. At first, it was just a gentle, pleasurable pull, but it quickly turned
into a ball-straining tug. The wolf groaned and struggled, trying to shove his hips into the
tugging, but it just kept coming. He ended up squirming onto his back, balls and cock strained and
stretched. "Shit, shit, fuck I'll do anything, okay? Okay?" Another tug, then steadily increasing
pressure, the wolf's useless feet trying to lever at the floor, body trying to stretch up to
alleviate the nearly gut-wrenching pull. "I'll be your fucking dog, I'll be your fucking sex toy,
just don't, don't pull, don't pull it off! Please!" The wolf yelled loud enough that the sound rang
back from the wall.-*
Then, metal touched his face. He turned to flick it away, but felt the slightest prick. It was a
blade. The wolf saw spots explode in his vision. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I didn't ask for this, okay, I
was gonna, I was gonna get trained in something, okay? Okay?" The cold blade slid broad-side
against his fur, down to his groin, then along his forced-erect cock. "FUCKLEMMEGOLEMMEGO!"-*
The cock yanking stopped and the wolf's body actually fell downwards a couple of inches, slumping
against the floor. Hawk's hands prickled, all of his strength draining into the buzz of a faint.
The wolf's cock sagged and drooped against his thigh; it was still there. The rope was still
knotted around the base, but nothing pulled on it any more. The end of it dangled over his face and
he sniffed it away.-*
A clatter forced the wolf to whip his head to the side. There was no more sound after that, save
the twin whines of something electronic, the faint huff of breathing. Hawk thought about what could
have happened. Was the clatter the knife? Was it something else? The only way to find out was to
move over in the direction he thought he heard the sound. His bondage was heavily restrictive, but
it didn't make it impossible to move, just impossible to move in a useful way. He could squirm like
a worm, and did, body wrenching and twisting, quickly working up a sweat all over his muzzle as he
tried to undulate across the floor. Ropes creaked constantly as he fought; nothing he could do
would loosen them, so trying to find the knife would be the only possible solution. The wolf was
soon grunting, cock slapping at the floor as he squirmed on his side, breath heaving out, drool
hanging from his lips as he made the journey of five? Ten? Fifteen feet?-*
His muzzle touched at something cold and metal, then started snapping at it, tongue lashing out.
Instead of finding the butt or blade of the knife, the metal object stuffed into his mouth and
sprung open, wrenching his jaws apart right to the absolute limit. "Uarrrrrrnnn!-*ARH!-*ARRHHH!"
Hawk thrashed, only to find a horrible sharp grind against his-*cockhead, something digging into
it, twisting, crushing it to the floor. The wolf flung his head around, spit flying from his open
jaws, long tongue slapping around, tendons heaving and straining under his neck. The grinding boot
finally left his cock, then more gloved hands started manipulating him onto his back.
Something hard and straight shoved between his arm and back, making upper-body struggles
impossible, forcing his pecs to bulge out through the ropes winding between and under them. The
hogtie ropes that held his ankles up towards his rump suddenly loosened; any respite his legs had
was gone as another hard rod was shoved behind his knees. Something metallic clipped onto the rod,
then another something, then gloved fingers found the wolf's nipples and started to tease and
pinch. The little sharp pleasure turned into stabbing twisting pain, then hands pulled the wolf's
bar-hobbled legs up towards his chest and twin nipple clamps bit into his nubs. The gloved hands
let go, and Hawk's own body provided him with howling torture, muscles unable to easily hold his
legs up far enough to avoid terrible yanking at his stiff nubs. Within a minute, the wolf was
slobbering and straining, body bulging and tensing, the spreader bar shoved behind his arms
clacking each end against the floor as he tried to force himself to stay folded up.
Leathered-*fingers wrapped around his cock, and Hawk found himself fucking into that hand, all the
terror and panic turning into a peak erotic sensation. Another set of hands grappled with his
already-pinched nipples, ensuring that they had constant strain even when he pumped his hips
forward into the clutching gloved fingers. Hawk's tongue waggled around in his gaping mouth,
incoherent slobbering grunts coming out as he focused on extracting all the pleasure he could from
the situation. As soon as his balls tried to draw up, all hands left him.
"Aahhrhh?-*Urrh,-*nnrrh,-*leeaaahh?-*Leeaaaahh?-*Aahhhann-*uummhhh," the wolf begged, body
struggling against rope and spreader bars, hips jerking as he tried to keep from ripping his nips
off, cock smacking into the short fur over his cut abs. Gloved fingers stroked over his mouth and
nose, reeking of his own scent, fresh-*precum-*from his cock mixed with the powerful cum-musk
leftover on his crotch from the earlier terrifying fuck he'd received. Hawk nosed at them, all of
his fight turning into desperate attempts to lick and suck at the gloved fingers. Licking was very
possible, sucking completely thwarted by the mouth-spreader.-*
The on-and-off-*handjob-*continued for an eternity, until Hawk was sure he was going to faint,
balls aching as the rope kept them snugged tight in their sac, cock swollen. As soon as that
leather-gloved hand kept going instead of edging and letting go, Hawk howled, the sound dropping
down to gagging grunts as his cock unloaded a massive fountain of seed all over his chest, neck,
and face. The pleasure was almost second to the sheer volume of the pent up orgasm, and the second
it stopped spurting, he slumped and thumped his head back onto the floor.
The wolf lay dazed, foggy mind barely registering the clomps of boots, squeaks of rubber and
leather, and that persistent mosquito whine as the sounds moved around the pitch-black room. As the
pounding from the climax subsided, Hawk for the first time realized that whoever was in the room
had some sort of night vision equipment on. His mind reeled through images, selecting the first
thing 'night vision' brought up. It was the climax of, "Silence of the Lambs". The wolf immediately
started struggling again, but no one came to beat him, the unseen figures moving around. Then
another sound filled the room, the ratcheting of a chain lift. Seconds later, a length of chain
slapped Hawk in the face and he reflexively tried to bite at it, useless immobilized teeth clacking
against it.-*
Elsewhere in the room, Hawk picked up on the grunts and rhythmic slap of someone jerking off. After
just a few moments, the grunts reached a snarling crescendo and he could hear the wet splatter of
seed onto something, then the groan of release. Hawk's aural attention to the masturbating sounds
quickly switched as he was lifted off the floor by the spreader bar, then twisted and turned, face
forward and down. Unseen hands clicked heavy clips onto the spreader bar, forcing the wolf to
'kneel' as the bar held him uncomfortably upright. More hands undid the knee bar and nipple clamps,
and the wolf realized for the first time just how much they hurt; once the squeeze was gone, his
nipples ached and swelled.-*
The spreader bar pulled out from behind his knees, then hands took the knots off and allowed him
some momentary freedom. He stretched his legs and groaned, drool starting to hang off his teeth as
the jaw-spreader prevented him from swallowing all of it down. The spreader bar didn't disappear;
hands shoved it up under the wolf's waist and clipped it to more chains. Then, the ratcheting came
back, this time the jerking at the wolf's body. Hawk panicked as he realized that he was being
lifted up, legs kicking and flailing, back straining as he was lifted by the two bars, shoulders
and brawny chest aching. Rubber-gloved hands tied rope around the backs of his knees, fixing them
to the spreader.-*
Fingers unhooked the jaw spreader and Hawk instantly spoke up. "Fuck, this hurts, this fucking
hurts! You can't fucking hang me like this, it's gonna screw me up! It's gonna-" Gloved fingers
seized him by the scruff, and another hand stuffed something into his mouth. It was huge, perhaps
the size of a grapefruit, and made of chewy rubber. It was also-*slimed-*with spunk. Hawk snorted
and chewed at the gag, lashing his head back and forth as the gag pulled in along his teeth and
bunched his tongue up in the back of his throat, jaw gaping almost too far. The hands that put it
in started feeling him over, petting along the curves of back muscle, then along his ribs, then up
front to tweak at his nipples. The slightest pinch and twist hurt with a terrible stinging thanks
to the earlier clamp treatment, making the naked wolf twitch and water at the eyes.-*
While he was distracted by the painful nip-wrenching, a wet cloth pushed at his nose. The wolf
inhaled and then instantly sneezed, fighting his head away from the stink of poppers. Within
seconds, blood pounded up into his head and crotch, tail sagging behind him, a spit-gurgling groan
coming out of his mouth. Fingers started wiping spit off his face, then massaging around
his-*tailhole. The fingers belonged to the rubber-clad unseen assailant, and two thick digits slid
in easily, giving the head-rushing wolf a weary thrill of pleasure.-*
The fingers left, replaced by something much bigger. That cloth pushed over his nose again, the
wolf forced to inhale half a breath through it, another blood-pumping rush coming in a few seconds.
The huge thing at his asshole started pushing in, and Hawk realized that it wasn't anything small
in the least. "Narrh,-*ehhhsh-*oohhhh-*behh,-*beehhhgh,-*rrruhff," the wolf snorted, trying to pull
away from the pressure. Whoever held it kept pushing the toy forward in thrusting waves, pain
starting to mount as Hawk's asshole slowly spread. The wolf wriggled, but any movement hurt as the
suspension bars put his body into such an unnatural position of strain.-*
The wolf got a few more whiffs of poppers, but his head was panicked, spit flinging left and right
as he tried desperately to avoid the one thing that ironically would make it easier to take the
toy. All of a sudden, the head of the massive implement slid in and Hawk dropped his jaws straight
down with a choking-*urrlch. Nothing that large had ever been inside Hawk's asshole, and the wolf
found himself completely unable to move as the enormous toy pushed deeper and deeper. After a few
minutes of slow back and forth penetration, the bulging head of the toy forced through the wolf's
inner rings. The lupine coughed and snorted, body shaking, half-limp cock waggling back and forth,
dribbling-*precum-*down to the unseen floor.-*
The toy reversed and pulled all the way out, the lupine's muscled body straining in spite of its
heavy bonding ropes and the suspension, the sensation of emptiness punctuated as the leg-supporting
chains suddenly unreeled and dropped the wolf's knees to the floor with a painful thud. Then the
shoulder chains, the wolf collapsing in a panting heap.-*
A loud snap sounded from the far side of the room, and the pitch black flooded with a dim red. The
wolf was perhaps ten feet from a wall, and there were two figures in the room with him. One of them
was massive, at least nine feet tall and shrouded in heavy black rubber, head obscured in some kind
of hood. The other wore what looked like a leather suit coat and pants, cowboy boots, and another
similar hood. Both hoods had twin-lensed-*night-vision goggles. Both were feline judging by their
muzzles and long tails, and the larger one had to be a Siberian tiger from the sheer size of it.
The 'tiger' still had the dildo in his hands, and Hawk felt blood drain out of his face when he saw
how big it was; it was a horse dildo. The wolf's asshole felt worn and loose, but certainly not
penetrated by a horse cock! He flicked his head around, groaning as the bar tucked between back and
arms kept him from moving further, but there were no other toys. The only other floor-level object
in the room was that ominous exam chair stuffed in a corner.
The tiger went to put the toy away, approaching one of the walls and opening a door into a black
hole of a room. He emerged with an armful of something. The other feline - he had to be some sort
of leopard, maybe a cougar as the tail wasn't spotted - came over and started untying the wolf,
leaving Hawk very much gagged. Once free, Hawk only flailed on the floor, stretching and fighting
off impending cramps from the return of full blood flow.-*
The-*rubbered-*tiger - it had to be one of the ones from earlier in the week - dropped the pile of
items onto the floor. Two of them were boots, the rest leather. He then pointed a gloved finger to
the pile. Hawk glared at him, then received a kick from the cougar. Jaws still trying to push that
gag out, the wolf got up and went over to the pile of clothing. He held up a shirt, and the hooded
tiger nodded. Hawk looked at the shirt; in the dim monochrome light, he saw it was a leather police
shirt with two breast pockets. The wolf pulled it on, shoulders aching as he stuffed his arms
through the short sleeves. It barely fit, and the neck button had to be left completely undone as
the wolf's thick neck wouldn't fit through it. Next up were a pair of police breeches, already
threaded with a duty belt. The wolf pulled them on, tucked the shirt in, and went to stuff his cock
inside. The rope was still knotted around his-*cockbase-*from earlier, and he tried to remove it.
The tiger came over and punched him until he stopped trying.-*
Everything was different now that Hawk could see. The terror and vertigo from being in complete
darkness was replaced by a knowing sense of dread. Hawk knew that anything and everything that
happened was intended to torture and titillate him. That horse dildo had to be a decoy; while
pulling the leather breeches on, Hawk took a moment to touch his own asshole. It was loose and
slippery, but surely not so loose that a toy that big would fit. The tiger lifted a fist to hit
him, and the wolf quickly fastened the breeches on. They had a pouch in the front which unsnapped,
transforming his half-hard cock into a big leathery lump. Otherwise, the leather clung to his
sculpted quads and calves, even zipping together close to the ankles. Despite the sore ache in his
jaws - and the twin drool trails forming as that gag kept his mouth open and made it too hard to
swallow - the wolf found the outfit a nice change of pace. The leather fit more than nicely; it
showed his body off in the dim red light, heavy-gauge hide conformed to curves of muscle.-*
Hawk pulled on the boots, knee high dress patrol boots which were perhaps a little tight. Maybe his
feet were just tormented from all the 'play'. The final item, or items, were a pair of wrist-length
patrol gloves. The wolf pulled them on, flexed his hands; they fit nice. Very nice. A little worn
in. He sniffed at them; they smelled familiar. Sniff sniff. The wolf whipped his head up, looked
between the two 'cats'. "Mmmmmrh,-*maaahh-*looovvhes?"-*
The smaller,-*cougarish-*of the two stepped up to the wolf and put leather gloves on the wolf's
shirt-clad chest. The hands kneaded and felt at the muscle, popped one more snap down, glove
leather sliding inside to feel the furred muscle. They stroked at a nipple and the wolf flinched,
hands coming up to push the other away. As soon as he touched the leather coat on the cougar's
shoulder, the hands on his chest kicked him backwards.-*
"Do not touch me," the hooded cougar said. His voice had a funny accent; it sounded initially like
the German dog from earlier in the week. "These are your clothes. I thought it fitting." The voice
was muffled by the hood. The cougar then motioned for the tiger to do something. The hulk stomped
out of the room into that closet, and returned. When Hawk saw what was in the tiger's rubber gloved
hands, he backed right away.-*
"Whaaaa-*thhfuuhhhh!" Hawk slobbered, then jerked as he collided with a wall, head banging against
it. The cougar stalked forward and muscled the wolf against it, gloved hands seizing the wolf's
fighting wrists.
"You idiot, get other thing first!" the cougar snarled under the hood. The tiger just dropped what
he was holding on the floor and stalked back to the 'black hole' room. The dropped item was a coil
of thick rope with a hangman's noose at one end. The rubber tiger reappeared, tromping across the
room, stopping to pick up some of the smaller bondage rope. In his hand was a SWAT-issue
nightstick. The tiger kept approaching until he had to elbow the cougar out of the way,
huge-*gauntleted-*hand seizing Hawk by the bicep and flipping the wolf to face the wall. The lupine
snarled, gag shoved sideways in his mouth as his head crushed against the wall, arms fighting at
the heavy grasp that sought to immobilize them.-*
The wolf snarled and drooled around the gag, head thumping against the wall as he overcompensated
for his attempts to bash it backwards into the tiger. Nothing seemed to work against the huge stud,
and Hawk found himself arching his chest out towards the wall. The tiger shoved his arms
perpendicular to his spine, then started wrapping them elbow to elbow with coils of rope. When Hawk
splayed his fingers, they received a few knotted wraps to make it impossible for the wolf to try
and split the other ropes apart and work them loose. The tiger then harnessed the wolf's arms to
his upper back, ropes underneath the uniform shirt collar, over the wolf's shoulders for leverage,
and pulled the struggling black lupine's arms up as far as he could. Hawk responded with a groan
and a few kicks to the floor, head swinging around, neck muscles cording up as he instinctively
tried to 'bite' at the ropes.-*
The rubber-clad tiger then dragged the wolf into the corner and spun him, then lifted him up. The
wolf tried to wrench away, but didn't go anywhere; a little fiddling from the tiger's huge gloved
hands had Hawk hanging from two 'hooks' by his bound arms, lifted up enough that his boot toes were
barely on the floor. The wolf fought, trying to kick upwards enough to wrench off the hooks, pecs
bulging and flexing under the leather shirt. The tiger stepped away and occupied himself by playing
with the bulge in his heavy rubber codpiece pants, while the goggle-hooded cougar approached. The
sleek black leather gloves went straight for the wolf's breast pockets and opened them up. Hawk
then discovered that there were holes in the leather inside the pockets; the cougar's fingers
started to pinch and wrench at Hawk's already-tortured nipples, getting slobbering grunts and
spit-flinging howls from the wolf, then gurgling chokes and snorts as the cougar let up and allowed
Hawk to 'relax' and strain his arms hard. The cougar said something to the tiger, but Hawk didn't
hear it; the wolf was too busy listening to the roar of his pulse in his ears, and trying to fight
away from the relentless pinching hands. Each attempt to headbutt had the leather-clad cougar
stepping back, then approaching again.
The tiger reappeared and handed two small disc-shaped things to the cougar, who simply pinched at
the discs and then stuck them into the wolf's nipple-torture pockets. The discs were disc clamps,
which bore down on the wolf's nubs until the wolf was practically vibrating.
"Urrhh,-*urrhh,-*taaahhkemoawff,-*aawrrrfffh!!-*AWRRFHH!!!"-*
"Fuck, this gag is useless," the cougar snarled, and crossed one leather-clad arm over his chest,
then unfurled it and delivered a backhand slap to Hawk's gaping muzzle that was so hard it left a
splatter of something onto the floor. The wolf tasted copper, and the whole side of his snout
ached. Then, as the wolf lurched and strained under the muscle-hugging leather, the cougar's gloved
hand started massaging the wolf's crotch, glove leather slowly opening the pouch. Hawk wasn't about
to get hard, so the cougar fumbled around with the pouch, surrounding behind-*cockbase-*and balls
and squeezing, milking a little as he started working the wolf up to hardness. As soon as the
wolf's-*cockhead-*was strained like a black mushroom, the cougar stopped stroking and started
beating on it, slapping back and forth at the bulges where the glans met the underside.-*
Hawk lurched hard, finally managing to kick backwards at the wall and launch himself off the
suspension hook, then immediately started heaving himself around the room. The cougar snarled and
stormed after him, only dissuaded by the fact that Hawk literally threw himself against the walls,
to bounce away and throw off attempts to grab him. The tiger didn't do anything to help, merely
standing by and watching the action, moving if he was going to be impacted.-*
The flailing wolf was on his way across the room when the cougar pulled out the stops and simply
leaped a good ten feet and bashed into Hawk, crashing the wolf onto the floor, back hitting with a
hard thud like a sack of potatoes wrapped in leather. Hawk wheezed and slobbered, chest heaving and
flexing as he found his breath completely gone for the moment. The cougar pulled the clamps off his
nipples, nearly ruining the shirt in the process, flinging them across the room to click against
the wall. The hooded cougar then motioned for the tiger to come over.-*
The wolf snorted and gagged as he came around a little, only to watch as the massive hulk of a
rubber-clad stud draped the noose around his neck. Hawk panicked, trying to kick the cougar off,
legs flailing as the leather-clad beast got off him and hopped to the side. The tiger threw the
rope up over something that hung from the ceiling, then coiled it around his hands and started to
reel it in. Hawk was gagged and choked, the wolf quickly stumbling to his knees, then standing,
then forced up onto his toes. He thrashed his head around, croaking out behind the gag.
"Naah,-*daahhnn,-*staahhph-*staaaphhhhuuuuuh!"
The cougar worked at the noose a little, angling it, and then the tiger pulled harder. Hawk watched
as the rope-clenching rubber-armored hands pulled down, and felt the noose tighten on his neck.
Tighter, tighter, pulling up on his jaw, delivering a split-second moment of relief as it pulled a
strain out, then produced ten others. As soon as the tiger crouched and snarled to pull tighter,
Hawk's boots were off the ground, the wolf thrashing and croaking, then making no sound at all. His
chest heaved, and the dim-red light faded to sparkling black.-*
Then he was falling through nothing.
The fall ended with an ache to the side of Hawk's head, and a black boot in front of his face. The
dim light was over; the room was explosively lit, so bright that his eyes hurt. So did his neck;
the wolf swallowed and groaned into the ball gag, slowly trying to sit up. Big-gloved hands helped
the wolf up, then lifted him right off his feet via his arm. His head pounded, heart hammering,
mind disoriented. The tiger carried him towards the chair.
Off came the arm ropes, Hawk reaching out, arms tingling and starting to throb as blood and feeling
rushed back in, absently-*pawwing-*out at the rubber-clad aggressor. The tiger stuffed Hawk into
the chair, then grabbed his wrists and started shackling them down. Not to the arm-rests, but up to
diagonal cuffs positioned above the head-pad. The wolf started perking up only to be restrained,
legs moving to kick but receiving the same treatment. The final touch was a waist strap that kept
the wolf belted into the padded chair, reclined back, arms wrestling with the handcuffs. He let out
a few gruffs, still trying to beat his head against the tiger when he could. Then, the tiger simply
stomped out of the room.
The cougar walked over and took his hood off with a huff, exposing condensation-matted tawny fur
and a scowl. He set the night-vision goggles and rubber hood over in the corner, then started
messing around with something. "I tell you something," the cougar said. "Carl was supposed to train
you by making you a slave, right? They tell you this? Unfortunately, it is a lie. You are just here
to be a toy for a while."
"Rrhh," Hawk grunted.-*
"Let me take that out," the cougar said, stopping what he was doing and reaching up to unlock and
remove the gag. Hawk slobbered a huge glob of spit all over the front of the clinging leather
shirt.-*
"God-*dammnit-*what the fuck is wrong with you you fucking hung me you sick shit fuck what the
hell?" the wolf wheezed, head slumping to the side as most of his bodily strain was replaced by
simple immobilization. The wolf rolled his head to the side, then squinted as he found himself
looking at one of the over-bright room lights.
"I am friends with Carl, and he tells me one day about this wolf who is abusing privilege at the
bar, doing things without asking people, being a big shit. So, I say, you get him to come over and
I make him feel very bad. So, you get to go back to keep hanging out, and I get some fun, and maybe
you learn a lesson... or maybe I just fuck your brain up more," the cougar said, grunting as he
adjusted something.-*
Hawk rolled his head to the other side. "This is a fucking nightmare."
"It is long story," the cougar said. "It is complicated, people come together sometimes, and then
they take advantage of their luck."-*
The black wolf looked down at what the leather-clad cougar was doing. He was adjusting some kind of
machine, a generic black box with a little remote control on a cable and a tube coming out of it.
At the end of the tube was a cylinder with some kind of membrane in it. "Whathefuck-*is that?" he
drawled, pulling on the wrist restraints, chest flexing and heaving under his shirt.-*
"You need to come some more, to settle you down, to work it all out of your system," the cougar
said, and tilted the cylinder so the open end was up. He spit into it several times, then pulled
the wolf's cock completely out of his leather codpiece, balls resting on the edge. The cougar
grabbed the remote box in one hand, then took the tube and nudged the opening up against Hawk's
semi-soft dickhead. The wolf stared down as the cougar turned something on the remote, and the
cylinder slurped onto his cock. It felt almost exactly like sliding into a wet mouth, minus the
warmth; the material was quite cool and made him twitch. The sucker slurped about halfway down,
then started to push instead of suck, sliding a couple of inches in the other direction.-*
"Ohhh-*god, that's kinda nice," the wolf grunted, licking at the drying spit on his face. "Okay, I
can handle this, you can do this to me all day." Within ten 'sucks', his cock was fully hard in the
cylinder, and the cougar repositioned it, ensuring that it was sucking right down to the root.-*
The cougar looked at him, then lifted a gloved hand to pet at the wolf's spit-covered face. "You
are almost stupid, I nearly kill you, and you just start to get off first chance you get."-*
"Fuck you, okay? I gotta do something," the wolf grunted, narrowing his eyes, threatening to bite.
The cougar turned that dial up, and the machine started to pick up the pace of a firm,
earnest-*blowjob, cylinder sliding along Hawk's leather-covered abs. "Rruhh. Hey, uh, can you-"
The cougar's gloved hand clapped Hawk's muzzle shut. "Shut up, I do not take requests," the
leather-clad puma said, snarling and twisting Hawk's head to the side. He then dipped a gloved hand
into one of those nipple-teasing breast pockets. Hawk immediately growled and snarled into that
hand, jaws straining to open, but the cougar was immovably strong. The nipple teasing turned to
hard pinching, the wolf's body jerking and heaving, muscles straining and lurching under the snug
shiny hide.-*
The nipple pinching and jaw-clamping stopped as the cougar twisted away, crouching down by where
the sucking machine sat and purred. He stood up again, something in his hand. It was a modest
butt-plug, black rubber and as wide as a beer bottle at its worst, already slicked up with lube.
Hawk's gaze moved from the endlessly-slurping suction tube down to the cougar's black-gloved hands
as they fooled around with the pants. The wolf quickly discovered something not evident in the dim
light earlier; the pants had a full zip around back, which the gloved fingers worked down. The plug
slid in with an easy push, Hawk jolting and snarling as it split him apart and then stuck inside.
The cougar massaged the plug back and forth, causing the wolf's shaft to surge and jerk the
cylinder around as it twitched. "You like this," the leather-clad feline said.-*
"Yeah," Hawk mumbled, body slowly twitching as the tube continued its bobbing.-*
"You don't think about anything except how you feel, that is why you are fun
toy."-*Leathered-*fingers stroked the plug's base, and it erupted into powerful vibration. Hawk's
head slumped back against the headrest, chest heaving under the leather shirt, abs flexing and
hunching up, then tucking away from the black hide.-*
The restraint, prostate vibration, and the uniqueness of having a machine suck him off got to Hawk
and within a minute, the wolf was huffing and nudging his hips upwards, rump flexing and trying to
work the plug. "Ahh.-*Ahhh-*fuckin' hell!" he growled through his teeth, hips-* jerking under the
restraint belt as his cock fired off into that still-slurping cylinder. He yowled and snorted, the
sucker's motion coming with wet slurps as it moved over his slimy cock. "Okay, okay, that's
enough,-*unhrh, go on and take it off," he said.
"I don't think so," the cougar said, reaching for the remote and turning the power knob. Instead of
stopping, the toy rapidly picked up to almost twice the speed. Hawk's eyes went wide, then squinted
as he gaped his mouth, body starting to thrash.
"NO!-*NOOO-*TAKE IT OFF! HOLY SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" the black lupine snarled, fighting
at the chair restraints so hard that the whole thing shook slightly, hips unable to buck far enough
to send the slurping receiver flinging away. The-*over-stimulation-*made slobber pour out of his
mouth before he tensed up, head beating at the padding, abs contracting violently as he tried to
rip himself free from the chair. The sucker just kept going, bouncing on his cock, moving back and
forth across his leather-clad abs as he shook and twisted.-*
The cougar bent down and picked up a bit gag, then wedged it into Hawk's muzzle, the wolf's white
teeth immediately digging into it as he snorted and chewed. The wolf was grateful for the gag, as
it helped him work the shaking ache out of his jaws as his body convulsed.
"Peeaaase,-*peeeaaasse,-*eehh-*hurrrrrss,-*eehhh-*hurrss!" he whined, eyes wide as the cougar did
no more than just stand and watch, pacing around the chair to see from different angles. The
black-clad feline then simply stalked out of the room.
"Waaaaaaiihhh!!-*PEEASEE!-*HEEEHPH!-*HEEAAPHH!"-*
The-*over-stimulation-*eventually ran numb, leaving Hawk sweating and writhing on the chair as the
machine pumped and slurped at his cock. He went half-hard, then almost soft, then slowly grew hard
again. During the fifteen minutes or so that he sat there, he started wondering if the cougar had
been joking about fucking his brain up more. Just as he was getting close again, the leather-clad
cat stalked back in. Hawk wanted his mood ruined, but instead he got fear and excitement. The
cougar held a hood, a vaguely-lupine leather thing that didn't seem to have air holes, only a heavy
posture collar. Only once the cougar started pulling his head into it did the wolf see the two
little grommet-holes for breathing. They didn't look like enough, and they nearly weren't; as soon
as the collar buckled around his neck, Hawk's breathing sucked the hood leather against his face,
then puffed it out. The first ten or so breaths had him gasping and yelling into the bit-gag, every
gasping inhale seeming to flatten the hood against his face and cut off air. Only after a short
while did he figure out how to huff out and then breath in softly to get some air.
The panic had him close to climax, and when a hand grabbed at his face through the leather, shaking
his muzzle and threatening to cover his nose, he lost it and howled, hood inflating away from his
face as his cock dumped another load into the slurping machine. The pangs of orgasm immediately
turned into panic and wrenching stimulation, head flinging left and right, eyes seeing nothing but
black, nose smelling nothing but leather, body feeling nothing but the electric shocks of a
textured rubber sleeve grabbing long his post-climax cock.-*
Just as the-*over-stimulation-*was fading and his throat was sore from howling, something jabbed
him in the arm. "Oaahhhh!-*OWW!-*Whaaaa,-*whaa..." Hawk groaned as heat flooded up his arm.-*
The hood came off and Hawk saw the floor at a funny angle, the room lit in that same blood-red dim
light as before. He was sitting in a chair again, but it was a regular sitting chair and not a
hellish restraining one; that exam chair was on the other side of the room. The wolf tilted his
head and the room swam, footsteps around him echoing in his head. The daze slowly wore off, and the
wolf tried to look down. The best he could do was see his knees, spread apart. He shook his legs,
but they didn't move beyond straining. His arms were likewise bound to the chair behind him, lashed
vertically to the back support, so heavily roped that they simply weren't able to move at all.
Nothing held his waist to the chair, but no amount of thrashing would do more than jostle the chair
back and forth.-*
"Turn him to see," a voice said. Hawk immediately placed it as the Eastern European accent of the
tortuous cougar from earlier. Someone turned the wolf's chair, and he thought it was that tiger
from before... until the enormous beast came into view, leaned forward onto some kind of slanted
bench, arms hogtied behind him, lower body still swathed in all that heavy, skin-tight black
leather. The tiger's thick neck had a massive posture collar on it, and his jaw gaped apart with a
ball-gag the size of a cantaloupe. The tiger's huge boots had a spreader between them, another
strapped between his knees, and the tiger's molded rubber pants had a back zip undone to display
the huge stud's obviously-used asshole. His upper body was bare, orange and black stripes mixed up
with a full-body rubber harness that looked like it could be used to pull a truck. Where Hawk had
suffered with ropes, the tiger had massive straps holding his arms parallel at the forearms, right
angles to his spine, biceps forced as vertical as possible. The tiger was strapped down to the-*
bench, and Hawk could see that one of his nipples was stretched down with a weight that had to be
at least a pound.
The captive stud looked worn out, struggling only in a slow writhing attempt to get comfortable.
When he saw Hawk looking, he turned his head as far as the thick posture collar let him, face as
emotionless as a zoo animal as drool leaked out between his teeth. Hawk felt prickles in his bound
hands, body perhaps about to faint again, still under the influence of the Something that had
knocked him out completely just minutes? Hours? before.
"Now, we have more fun with tiger and wolf," the cougar said, cowboy boot heels clacking as he
stalked out towards the door. Out in the hallway, something growled and snorted, followed by creaks
of leather and a few odd hollow clops. Then more clops, hissing and a-*rowl-*from the cougar, a few
leather-fisted-*whacks and a deep grunt. Then, clop, clop, clop, the sound of horse hooves. Hawk
struggled at the chair, head looking between the hallway door and the bound tiger, the other stud
just giving the wolf the same dumb look as his body slowly gyrated against the padding in front of
him.-*
The source of the clopping hooves burst into the room, and Hawk almost laughed at first. It was
another enormous tiger, not quite as bulky as the hunched-over strapped-up hulk next to the wolf;
this one was much more muscular, body ripped with cords of tendon and hard-cut pecs. He was also
white, and wearing a ridiculous getup. His upper body was covered in a heavy-leather driving
harness, head transformed as much from a tiger to a horse's as possible. A heavy hood and bridle
harness shrouded his face, muzzle extended out with heavy carved leather, ears splinted up with big
pointed leather cups that prevented them from tucking back, eyes-*blindered-*at the sides. The
outfit had been on for some time, as whenever the tiger-horse shook his head, condensation and spit
flung out.-*
The head-gear was interesting, but the arm and leg gear was over the top. The white tiger's arms
were wrapped in saddle leather garments, like opera gloves that had an additional set of straps to
hook them to the upper body and prevent removal. Instead of hand parts, there were *hooves* made of
some kind of shiny hard material, complete with metal horse-shoes. The 'ankles' had straps on them
to prevent the hand inside from coming out without an extreme fight. The tiger-horse's legs had
similar contraptions, those formed to look like a pair of bar chaps, buckled and padlocked to his
driving harness to prevent removal. The tiger's-*firehose-*tail was unadorned, but ring-cuffed up
his back to prevent it moving around. The arm straps were adjusted to force the 'horse' to hold his
arms out, hooves dangling as if he was a real quad horse rearing up and somehow able to walk
around. It looked awkward, and was part of the reason that the creature stomped around.-*
The other reason was that he was mad. Spotting Hawk huffing and trying to stifle laughter, the big
tiger clopped over and swung a hoofed hand, the wolf ducking in time to hear the whistle as it
passed by the tip of his ear. The wolf shrank back, grunting into his bit gag. The cougar stepped
up behind the tiger-horse and yanked on the driving harness, the leather-covered beast letting out
a disgusting attempt at a 'bray' and rearing back, arms waving. The cougar twisted the white tiger
and aimed him at the hulking, strapped-down-*siberian. The bound tiger twisted his head and looked
stupid for a few seconds, then widened his eyes and flatted his ears back, letting out
a-*rrruhhhh-*and strained around. The closer the cougar and pony-tiger pair got, the more upset the
immobilized stud got. The 'horse's dick wasn't too immense; Hawk figured that he wouldn't have a
problem taking it, which seemed likely in a short while. Hawk tried to look inside the pony muzzle,
and got a couple glimpses of a snarl, or was it a grin?-*
"Yes, you recognize this tiger?" the cougar said, looking at the bound-up hulk. "I thought you
would, maybe he thinks this is some kind of revenge, but I just think it is amusing to see
tiger-horse fuck." The cougar took out a bottle of something and squirted it all over the white
tiger's cock, then let the stud go. The horse-tiger immediately lurched forward and mounted up on
the bound-*siberian's-*back, hooves to the side of the shoulders, then hooked over the top, body
pumping forward, cock slapping against the tiger's lower back, then his bared and slick rump. The
cougar reached forward and guided the white tiger's slicked-up, throbbing foot of erection down a
little, and one of those eager thrusts pumped it right inside. The bound stud grunted, eyes
squeezing shut, ears tucked, clearly humiliated to have a fetish beast on his back. The tiger-horse
had no reservations, simply starting to grunt and snort and cock-hammer the
musclebound-*siberian's-*asshole so hard that the wet squelches made Hawk wince and recoil against
his chair.-*
A good hundred thrusts later, and the tiger-horse was braying - the sound came out as a
poorly-rendered but enthusiastic attempt at a horse's whinnying, body lurching against the bound
tiger, captive tail jerking in its bonds. Then he sagged and started backing up. The cougar grabbed
something from the floor and gave the tiger-horse a bullwhip to the back, the crack making Hawk
jump. The tiger roared into his pony-hood, only to receive several more lashings until he was back
against the bound stud and humping hard. Minutes later, another snarling bray and more tail
twitching. The second climax was followed by more whipping, the tiger-horse eventually taking out
his frustration at being forced to fuck or receive lashings by beating at his-*mount's-*shoulders
and head with a-*hooved-*hand. Each thump got a grunt and a snort from the gagged-*siberian,
slobber hanging off the dejected ass-fuck target's gaping and stuffed muzzle.
Four more climaxes and the cougar finally pulled the horse-tiger away, allowing him to clop off
into the hallway, cock dribbling onto the floor. Hawk stared after him; he thought of the times
he'd been with Clyde, and how the tiger hadn't quite pulled off that level of repeat performance.
Then the wolf stared at the bound stud's ass; the tiger's asshole winked and quivered, then finally
unloaded several big drools of white spunk that ran down the insides of his legs.
The entire time, someone had been behind Hawk, and that someone now stepped out to where the wolf
could see him. It was a horse, an enormous-*clydesdale, black-furred and wearing a gleaming black
motorcycle police uniform, complete with a wide-brimmed hat and mirrored sunglasses that must have
made it impossible to see in the dim red light. The horse had to be nine feet tall, and helped the
cougar unhook the grumbling, slobbering tiger from his bindings. The two then dragged the huge stud
over into a corner, where they sat him down. While the tiger hadn't fought up until that point, he
suddenly resisted getting down onto his rump, and it took a couple of kicks to the backs of his
knees to get him down from standing. Once he was there, Hawk watched as the cougar and stallion
scooted the tiger up against the wall, careless about knocking into the tiger's nipple weights,
each bump at them as they worked causing the stud to grunt and chew on his gag. Soon, the tiger was
forced to his knees, his ankle spreader tied back to his wrists, stuffed in the corner with much
grunting, head hanging down slightly. The tiger had no choice but to stare on at Hawk.-*
The two came back over, and the horse stopped in front of the wolf, standing there and palming at
his fly. He slowly opened up the bulging leather breeches, and fished out a cock that hung down
soft longer than Hawk was hard, ebony black and with the famous flared equine head. The horse then
opened up his leather patrol coat and fished out a cigar nearly the size of a paper towel tube, bit
the cap off, and put it in his mouth. "You mind-*givin' me a light, tomcat?"
"Do not call me this," the cougar hissed, but begrudgingly produced a lighter, allowing the horse
to flame up. "Do I take his gag out?"
"Sure, lemme at his mouth a bit," the-*clydesdale-*said, stepping forward with slow boot clops and
a constant creak of leather over his massive muscular frame. The cougar stepped in and unhooked the
bit gag; before Hawk could say anything, the horse gripped his cock at the root and beat the wolf
in the face with it. Hawk expected a smack, not a bone-jarring, head-ringing thud. "You're gonna
work your tongue all over this thing, right 'round the piss-hole." SMACK!, from the other
direction. "You try an' bite it an' I'll mess you up. Now, how 'bout a nice, Yes Sir! from the
puppy wolf?"
Hawk scowled. "Yes, Sir," he said, looking down as far as the posture collar let him. The enormous
horse lifted up a gleaming patrol boot and tromped it down on Hawk's cock and balls. The wolf
howled and lurched in the chair, lips curling back, muscles heaving under his shirt as he tried to
yank away. "YES SIR! YES SIR I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK!"
"Hah, you ain't-*suckin' this whole thing," the stallion said, easing up on the wolf's junk with
his boot, stepping on the wolf's thigh instead. That ten inch soft dick was now well over fifteen
and stiff, rapidly approaching the wolf's mouth. Hawk opened wide and let it push in at his tongue,
then quickly started licking. The horse kept pushing, and the dickhead soon blocked off his throat.
There was no way it was fitting down inside. The horse backed off, Hawk's black tongue waggling
along the shaft, licking at the piss-hole as it started to spit-*precum-*into his mouth. The horse
might as well have been coming, but it was the salty clear jets of-*preseed-*and not whatever
happened when a horse came all the way. He looked up and saw the big, smug grin on the horse's huge
muzzle, lips sometimes tensing to puff at the huge-*stogie.-*
The horse pulled away completely once he was fully hard, and his huge black-gloved hands seized at
Hawk's bindings and undid them. Cougar and stallion worked the wolf off the chair and right onto
that padded bench, fixing the wolf down differently than the tiger. Instead of a hogtie, and
instead of being hunched face-forward, Hawk got strapped back-first to the bed, arms pulled down
and to the sides, ropes tied down to the back support rungs. The two then grabbed the wolf's legs
and pulled them up, the cougar fetching straps to go from the wolf's booted ankles up to his
posture collar, forcing the wolf to keep his legs up and spread or else he gagged. The cougar
lifted up something that looked like a huge rubber roller from some machine, attached to a big
head-strap. "Maybe I put this in his mouth, he talks shit," the cougar said.
"Damn right he does, met this wolf before, served him up a nice fat-*ol' ticket while I was out on
a patrol."
Hawk's brain reeled back and the wolf growled, kicking at his restraints. That's where the horse
was from! As he opened his jaw to complain, the cougar just stuffed the roller-bit into his mouth,
straining Hawk's jaws apart as far as possible. It was no bridle gag; it was an enormous thing
bigger around than a 20oz pop bottle, and it forced Hawk to drool no matter how he held his lips.-*
"Gonna fuck him through for-*runnin' his smart mouth, an'-*cuz-*he's got a nice-*lookin'
ass-hole.-*Lookit-*this,-*what'd-*you do to him 'fore, you got other horses here?" The leather-cop
stud leaned over and took a thick gloved finger to the wolf's asshole, stirring around at the hole,
penetrating in and giving the wolf a helpless thrill under a numb twinge. "You got a bottle of some
lube 'round here?"
The cougar stalked over to where he'd dropped the lube used with the tiger-horse, then picked it
up. "Thor used a horse-toy on him, I am surprised it fit. I did not have to gas him too much for
it. This wolf is more of slut than I expect," the cougar said, handing the bottle to the cop
stallion. The black stud squirted it all over his cock, gloved hand twisted around
thumb-towards-body and slowly milking over the length, creating a few welt squelches.
"Huh. Well, I'm gonna rape him full of real horse now," the stud said, grinning around his cigar.
The horse then squatted down slightly, hand waggling his swollen cock as he started aiming it for
the wolf's exposed asshole.-*
"Naahhrr,-*ehh-*wahn-*feeuhh!-*Peease,-*yaahh-*canhh-*cuhhnn-*eh-*mahh-*mouahh," the wolf gurgled
around the bit, lips straining to try and form the right words, mouth pulled wide apart by the
over-fat gag.-*
"Aww, well, tomcat there's got some stuff-*that'll-*loosen you right up an' then you could fit
all-*th'Budweiser-*studs up in there," the stallion said, patting Hawk between the ears. The wolf
tried to snap with his useless jaws, only grunting and drooling down onto his neck. The cougar
removed a-*hanky-*from a pocket and sniffed at it, then made a face. Hawk shook his head hard as
the gloved hand approached his face, then smothered over his nose and gaping maw. Try as he could,
but Hawk couldn't avoid at least a little of the noxious fume from the-*hanky, heart pounding,
asshole quivering as that big flared horse-dick pushed at it. The growling attempt to keep the cock
from entering suddenly became a desperate need to have it inside, and the shaft pushed right
through the wolf's quivering, worn ass-ring.-*
"Urrhh!!-*Funnhhhh!-*Aww-*fuuhhhck," Hawk whimpered, finding startlingly little pain, only the
massive sensation of having a-* huge cock buried deep. The wolf struggled as he lay back against
the angled bench, the sheer volume of cock making him twitch and heave his abs, cock forced soft by
the poppers and whatever was left inside him from before and the massive penetration.
The stallion grunted, fingering at his cigar as he sunk deeper, body leaning forward and planting a
big hand on the wolf's leather-clad chest. "Wolf pup looks like he's some kinda cop, but he sure
ain't," the horse said. "Jus'-*gettin' his dues." The stallion pulled back, Hawk twitching as that
medial ring popped out, then the dickhead nearly pulled free. The horse reversed and pushed back
in, thrusting slowly for a good ten minutes, cigar slowly burning its way down a few inches of that
massive-*stogie.-*
"Do you fuck him all night?" The cougar said, tail lashing around and starting to pace.-*
"I ain't all impatient like you kitty-cats," the stud said, turning to face the cougar and pulling
out from Hawk in the process. The wolf had achieved some kind of penetrative zen, head swimming
with the-*overstimulation-*and unique sensation of something literally stirring his guts. He
responded with a gruff and a few-*hunnrhs-*around the gag, cock twitching around as his asshole
squeezed itself back shut. The horse then turned back and pumped his-*cockhead-*back inside,
gaining another coughing, slobbering groan from the wolf.-*
Instead of thrusting slow, the huge stallion started hammering Hawk. The wolf fought at his arm
ropes, legs wobbling back and forth, kicking and straining as they pulled on his posture collar via
those straps, body unable to handle the thrusting. He frothed at the mouth, eyes staring at the
huge invading cock as its owner hammered it in.-*
"That what you want, kitty-kitty?-*Doin' him real good now," the stallion snorted, smoke spraying
out his teeth as he addressed the cougar. The cougar shrugged and then scowled.-*
Hawk, on the other hand, started thrashing his head around, chewing at the bit, tongue slapping
around underneath it, flapping side to side against his teeth. The horse just kept on pumping hard,
and that massive invasion forced Hawk's cock to jerk and start bubbling up semen. Just a thick ooze
came out before the forced climax stopped partway, and the wolf let out a strained-*HRRHHHHGHH! as
his moment of pleasure aborted itself.-*
The stallion responded with a series of hard gloved slaps to Hawk's face, curt bangs of a huge
gloved hand, knuckles hitting one way, palm and fingers whacking the other, until the wolf was
drooling and aching and dribbling blood from one lip, the dark drool lost in the already-slick mess
of black-*muzzlefur. "Gonna come in-*yah, puppy-boy!" the horse grunted, pumping up to the hilt,
cock invading so far into Hawk that the wolf coughed out of reflex. "Gon' come in your _ASS!_" the
horse brayed, and his shaft fired off. Hawk splayed his ears and squirmed, then lay still,
quivering as the huge rush poured inside him. After a good five spurts, the stallion yanked out,
the wolf's muzzle dropping to his chest even though that made the posture collar nearly black him
out.-*
"S-saved up-*th'last-*for you, wolf," the horse mumbled, and stroked along his lube-slick cock,
hefting it up towards Hawk's face. The wolf looked up in time to see a huge hose-squirt of spunk
spray out that puckered piss-hole, splattering the side of his face, his neck, slapping down
against his heaving uniform-shirted chest. The stallion then stood back, hunched with his hips out,
fingers playing with his fat-*stogie-*as he took it out for each puff and put it back for another
draw. Then, the black clad stud slowly stomped his way over to the door, looking back at the
messed-up wolf before heading into the dark hallway.-*
"Unnh,-*unnhrh,-*urrghclhh," Hawk snorted around the gag, asshole quivering, unable to contain the
horse's massive load as he oozed out onto the angled bench.-* The cougar stepped over and unhooked
the bit-gag, the wolf's muzzle just hanging open.-*
"Don't worry," the cougar said, grinning, tongue coming out to lick his whiskers. "You wake up from
this nightmare soon." The cat's gloved hand slipped into his coat and retrieved something. Another
needle.-*
"No, no, come on, just let me go, just lemme go, lemme go, lemme-*GAAH!" the wolf howled, trying to
fight at the cougar, body wrenching on the bench, head trying to beat at the approaching gloved
hands. The cougar just throttled the wolf, twisted his head to the side, and stabbed him in the
neck. Heat rushed up to the wolf's head, followed by gray, followed by black.
Hawk came around in a bathtub full of warm, sudsy water. Not just bathwater, but a luxurious bubble
bath. Sitting beside him, wearing a leather kilt and-* a gold pendant, was a black jackal. Hawk's
brain slowly processed that it was the one from the club, the one who lived with Carl the club
owner, the one who'd greeted him at Carl's house... the jackal, despite his intent on playing
Anubis, smiled at the wolf and lifted a sponge to rub some soap foam into the wolf's chest. Hawk
grabbed at it.
"What the fuck?"
-*(To be continued!)