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Rayn squirmed as he sat in the lap of some stranger; he had no idea who he was. A draconic lizard of some sort, he wasn't well read of reptilian species, but that didn't matter. All Rayn knew in his mind was that the lizard had the sexiest looking tattoos that ran beneath his smooth scales. That had been enough of a reason to saunter over and plonk himself down in the solitary male's lap, purring in a silky voice for him to do as he pleased. Whoever he was, he had been happy to oblige, as he swiftly snapped his arms around the lithe feline's body and begun to drag his claws dangerously through the floor. Points scraped ever so carelessly over his flesh beneath, not enough to leave a mark but sufficient to make Rayn writhe in his spot as he couldn't escape. But this was Event Horizon, the place where you could be getting your arse pounded into the floor by some behemoth and nobody would even stop sipping from their drinks to give a damn. Often, if anybody were to stop, it was only to jack off a load across the unfortunately fur's back and to leave him to the mercy of his breeder.

The feline wasn't here for that though. He'd come out tonight with a particular mission. Recently he'd signed up to a site called 'Tails Tales' - a quaint little place for amateurs to hook up in seedy bathrooms or in the middle of nowhere, all child's play really. For a while, Rayn had only done it for a laugh. He was already happy enough with the sex life he had already; he'd take a trip down to the club, pick up one of the plentiful masters that cruised the scene looking for a bitch to take, and then dashed off either to the backroom or to some hotel that turned a blind eye to those that staggered through its doors, arousal reeking from what little clothes they wore, if they wore any at all.

But for once, it was not Rayn who'd booked the backroom, it had been someone called 'Leather Max'.

Of course, his real name was just Max, but his profile described what Rayn had found to be irresistible. It was rare he ever found anyone kinky enough on the site that'd be willing to dabble in the realms of play he loved.

However 'Leather Max' was nowhere to be seen and Rayn was getting bored of waiting. His restless desire to be taken and dominated was beginning to exert itself upon him to the point where he was willing to just throw himself - particularly at this hot reptile - in order to get a good seeing to. All he had to go off was the single profile picture the dog had uploaded to his account, which only depicted his upper torso in - surprise, surprise - a heavy duty looking leather harness. Even then, to depict any facial details and features was near impossible due to the shoddy quality of the site. It was only run by a small technical team after all, but it frustrated Rayn that he was nearly in total darkness as to who this man was.

"Excuse me, I believe that's mine."

Suddenly, a collar was latched about Rayn's neck, to which he promptly gasped and clutched at the thick leather band with his paws. A ring was fixed to its front, which in turn was attached to a leash, which then led back to the very Pitbull the feline had been expecting for so long.

His voice matched his build perfectly. The dog was a mix between tan and blonde in colour, with a short coat and a quite defined face. His profile picture had done him no justice; his head, contoured as though chiselled from rock, was a quintessential build for any dominant male, or at the very least a male who knew how to dominate. His gruff tone reflected this, and true to his username he sported the identical harness as before. However, Rayn finally was given the gift of gazing towards his nether regions and legs, finding that the leather fetish did not stop there. Barely held in its pouch with a zip running down its front vertically, his leathered bulge protruded out from his muscled thighs. The rest of his legs though were clad in leather, the chaps sealing them off and leaving him with a very intimidating look, coupled with the proud muscle gut he displayed shamelessly as though it were a medal. For Rayn, and for much of the bar they were in, it certainly was.

"Leather Max?"

"Yeah, I know," Max drawled, a thick southern accent coating his tongue, "You're ' BoundNLaeh'd', right? Well, you don't seem to be bound up yet, which means..." The powerful dog very nearly dragged the cat along by the collar, forcing him into a brisk pace as they left the main club and headed for the famed backrooms. Rayn wondered what the dog would have in store for him as he was led down the dank corridor lined with rooms groaning with the sounds of men achieving orgasms in such unbelievable ways. Some had the doors thrown wide open, allowing the lion to sneak peeks at such of the acts, one where a feminine male rabbit was flogging a bull trapped in a stockade, his moos stifled by the cock-gag stuffed between his lips, whilst another was of a buff tiger sat on a chair, two dogs who looked as though they were twins slobbering over his cock. The feline gave the lion a saucy wink and a cheeky grin as he was hurled along the foreboding corridor, perhaps knowing something that was awaiting the pair of them in the room beyond.

They came to their booked room - as though it were some perverse hotel, the nightly attendants meeting to see if they could shake the very foundations to the ground in a cacophony of groans. Max shoved the door open with a slam so that it rattled upon ancient hinges, and Rayn was promptly forced inside. There was little to distinguish the place by. It matched all that he'd seen before and come to expect from the refurbished club - the furniture, whilst clearly having once been luxurious, was tattered and stained in places, and the bare brick walls were adorned with all sorts of toys and gear. At the centre of the room however sat not a bed but a strange hobbyhorse instead. Rather, this metallic contraption appear to be the skeleton of a horse, with a cushion that ran across its top much like it would have done for the real thing. But the construct of it was comprised of metal bars and hooks and hoops, giving the sense of a bizarre sculpture more than a piece of equipment. Whilst one or two chairs were dotted about the room facing this hobbyhorse, there was little else in the room except a steel tea trolley laden with goodies ranging from heavy looking dildos to gigantic bottles of lube big enough to stuff a paw or two into. It was a fetishist's paradise.

"How do you want me?" Rayn asked, giggling a little as he plucked a finger through his mane. The Pitbull looked him up and down, a sinister grin on his muzzle,

"Tied up, gagged, and moaning for me."

"Easily arranged..." The lion quipped, stepping up to the big dog. He was turning on the charm, flirting his way into getting a reaction from the canine, but when he felt a paw lunge for his wrists and whirl him around, his smirk fell from his muzzle and became replaced with shock. A large, toothy grin came just into the periphery of his vision whilst hot breath singed his cheek, making his blush feel even more intense as Max hissed into his ear,

"Bitch... I think _I'm_the one who's arranging this."

Rayn felt himself get pushed once again, his forearms clasped behind him in an iron grip as he was moved along with an insistent prod to the small of his back. Unceremoniously he was made to bend and stretch outwards over the hobbyhorse-contraption, arms pulled upwards as though he were bending over any other table to taken from behind. The Pitbull grabbed the semblance of clothes he wore and took them off, uncaring if he damaged them or pulled too savagely. Soon the lion was left nude, vulnerable to the stale air of musk and sweat and laid bare over the cushion. He flicked his tail nervously whilst he felt paws caress up the insides of his legs, the dog moving from a crouched position until he was standing directly behind him. That leather bulge from before now ground itself between his pert cheeks, pushed by the gentle squeak of the material against him. It was oddly warm, as he felt each pulse through the fabric as it made itself a snug home against him. He wondered if this was all that Max had in store for him and that he was right to be reluctant and hesitant in trusting the site. A sense of disappoint befell him, as he laid his face against the cool surface of the horse.

But he felt those roaming paws ensnare up about his inner leg, lifting up his weight full and throwing him back down onto the hobbyhorse. No longer did his footpaws touch the floor, but he now lay upon the hobbyhorse like a rug might hand upon a line. Max moved quickly now, before the feline had a chance to gather his bearings as to what was happening. The dog moved to the trolley and pulled it nearer towards the little scene he was setting up. The squeal of the wheels made the lion's ears flick, but what had him more on end was the soft clasp of cuffs that latched around his wrists. He looked up dazed as the dog stooped low to fix the other end of the cuffs to the legs of the contraption, leaving Rayn as pulled far forwards as was possible. His head rested just upon the edge, allowing him purchase to keep it laid flat but enough so that he could see the bare wood floor. Stains too lined the woodwork, though he dared not to think where from and what caused them.

Next came two more cuffs, this time affixed to his ankles as Max moved quickly to secure the cat. He barely had a chance to fight back or protest as the Pitball grabbed each leg and pulled them apart, then down, so that it looked as though the feline would have been riding the hobbyhorse had he not been forced to lay flat on his gut. He heard the gentle click as they were secured, the sound that confirmed he wouldn't be freed until the dog that had him bound was sated. He pulled at his restraints, impossible to move even just a few inches without feeling the tug of incapacity against one limb or another. The Pitbull chuckled as his captive checked his predicament,

"How's that? Comfy?"

"Not particularly..." Rayn replied, wary of whether his response might have anything to do with what was to follow. There came another snigger as a paw stroked along the lion's prone side. The fingers dug through the soft short fur until it came to the lion's mane, digits pushing deep into the sandy blonde threads and grasping at the scalp. Max pulled the cat's head back, not viciously, but enough to lift his head from the cushion,

"Good."

He let the head drop again whilst he attended once more to the trolley. With his back to Rayn, the cat couldn't see what he was doing. There was a clatter of metal and heavy thud of objects being tossed against its trays, but for all Rayn knew this could be nothing. He was completely in the dark about what the dog planned.

It was only when Max turned around, bottle of lube in one paw and plug in the other that the cat knew. He mewled to himself and squirmed in his bindings as the dog came closer once more. He approached the rear, moving into one of the feline's blindspots and Rayn felt him near his cheeks. A paw came from nowhere and smacked against the cat's rump, making him jolt suddenly against the horse. Max gripped the flesh within one paw and gave it a firm squeeze, massaging it and kneading it as though it were dough. Rayn whimpered, knowing inevitably he was about to be stuffed full, either with cock or with the very thick and very heavy looking plug, but he gasped, startled, as he felt a second paw prise apart his cheeks and a wet, rough tongue lap against his cleft. A cold nose snuffled its way against his tail-base whilst a curious tongue licked and slobbered its way to the cat's pucker. As the Pitbull dug into his little treat for the night, Rayn purred and grunted as he was invaded, the sensation pleasurable as the hungry dog tucked in. He was perfectly clean down there, he was sure of it, but the dog ate him out with such enthusiasm that had his toes curling from the sheer bliss. The tongue pushed in as much as it could; squirming through his ass until it had him clenching and grinding against the smooth leather of the hobbyhorse. His erection, thick and black, dug against the material and dribbled a stream of pre whilst the tongue danced and flicked upon his prostate. It caused such cute moans that had the dog's ears pricking up for each time he did it, the lion attempting to push away from the voracious mouth. But Max simply scooted a little further forward for as much as the lion tried to alleviate himself he had the upper paw. If anything, Rayn made it worse for himself, as soon he was pressed so tightly forwards that he could do little to writhe about, still as the dog slurped at his hole as though it were an all-you-can eat buffet, with him being the only diner. His shaft throbbed painfully as it jutted out from his crotch, untouched but desperate for some stimulation. None came, except from the sliding glance of the cushion against its sensitive flesh.

Max was kind though. He didn't want to rim the cat into absolute submission - that was too easy - nor did he want him to cum just yet. No, Max wanted the cat to beg for release, like a good sub always did. He pulled himself off of Rayn's behind and licked his lips, the taste of his hole still smeared across his muzzle in its delectable tastes of freshness. The cat's ass looked delightfully wet now, but the dog knew it was little in the way of lube - he poured himself a generous dollop of the gel the club provided and slickened up his paws. He applied a second splodge of the stuff to Rayn's hole and ran it around his crack. The smell of it soon filled the air above all that of smoke, seed, and sweat, and soon all the cat could hear was the thick squelch of lube as it was coated around his hole. A thumb would occasionally press and test the looseness of his rim, but it slurped in each time. Max seemed more to enjoy the look of it disappearing into the depths he'd soon take himself, but for now it was fingers and thumbs that had the dog was keen to push past the hole. Two fingers were easy going, three a slight challenge, but four had both of them straining, leaving Rayn feeling quite empty when the dog kept pulling them out, only to replace them again with the other paw. He alternated, switching between the two as the lion was stretched open, ready for a fucking. With each slip of his fingers, he was spread wider, not to any extreme, but enough so that Max could be assured he needn't be patient.

The paws were removed when this criteria was met. All went unseen for the lion; he was forced to fix his sights on the broken window not too far ahead of him that led into the main floor of the club. The sounds of faint music and moans could be heard, the vague shape of some wolf and stallion on stage surrounded by a crowd. Occasionally Rayn would see a patron glance through the splintered holes in the window to peer into the room, some staying for too long, clearly watching as the lion was strapped down getting loosened up, whilst others saw what was happening and quickly left.

But Max reminded the cat of his presence. He felt the cold tip of the plug slide up against his now loose rim and press in slightly. The texture was hard and smooth, dripping in the same lube that already lined Rayn's innards. He groaned loudly when the dog pushed it in, refusing to stop until the toy lurched and locked itself inside, the lion's hole clasping about its base and pulsing with the contractions. The feline attempted to push the intrusion out, but it was too hard - the weight kept it firmly pushed down against his prostate, leaving him to writhe in blissful agony whilst his dick wilted, still oozing pre but quite soft. Max gave the cat's butt a solid slap, making Rayn jolt and his cock awaken slightly. It sent stars to his head as the toy surged inside him, filling him out and bloating him. He couldn't do anything but lie there and accept that this was his determined fate, laid out by Max. He was willing.

"Now we can't have you calling out..." Max was moving back to the front of the hobbyhorse, paws wiping themselves clean upon a clean white towel, "I did say I wanted you tied - check. You're moaning already - check. But how about you moan around my dick, since you wanted to be gagged?"

The Pitbull dug his paws into the zipper of his leather thong, pulling it down until his sheath sprung free. His balls followed, leaving his junk hanging in the open air for the lion to take a good look at. The sheath itself was fat; housing what he could only assume to be was an equally thick dick with an even thicker knot. The balls were swollen looking, as though the dog had refrained from jacking himself off for several days if not weeks. Rayn wondered if any male could have that level of self-control, and if it were true for Max, then what did that mean for his load?

Peeling his sheath back, Max exposed his cock and knot, letting them slip free of their warm home and out into the briskness. He was hardening rapidly, and soon sported an impressive piece of wood that bobbed before the lion's eyes. With the plug in his ass still squirming and fidgeting to settle, the feline's mouth was left agape, ready for Max to simply step up to the contraption and slide his length into the open muzzle. Rayn was at just the right height for his cock to fuck the lion's mouth, his limited movement making him nothing more than a throat to fuck. As the lion felt flesh against his lips, he instinctively opened for his master to stuff his muzzle full now, his ass being occupied by the plug. He moaned pathetically as he jerked against the bonds, sucking on a thick cock that carried on sliding into his mouth until the knot kissed his lips, the bulging nut being far too big to take. He could feel the very tip pressing down his gullet, his body positioned at the perfect angle for a true reaming. All Max had to do was simply to buck his hips backwards and forwards and the feline would have to take the brunt. As the Pitbull pushed in, Rayn whimpered, his ears laid flat as he continued to clench his hole about the thick toy. His tongue slid across wet, male-tasting cock that dragged its way through his mouth, pushing his jaw to the limit as Max attempted to push as much of his knot in as well. He'd been especially cruel to have not showered for a day or two, letting his cock build up its arome of musk and the taste of a day's worth of edging. He was ready to blow, not in the feline's mouth, but he wanted a bit of a warm-up before he really took the ass.

The knot bumped and grinded against the mouth, but it refused to go in. Max wasn't displeased, but he was slightly disappointed. He knew to expect not every male could have their muzzles tied, but it was always a pleasure when one could, knowing they were trapped like that until they were forced to stretch even wider to be released. For the dominant, it was a true act of humiliation towards the submissive. But Rayn sealed his lips about the shaft and gave an equal blowjob that had the dog grunting and pinching his nipples through the harness. One paw gripped the heavy duty leather as he hunched over the cat slightly, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted as he panted, feeling the eager mouth nuzzle away at his pubic fur. The feline's nose twitched against the coarseness down there, twitching himself against the leather as the plug kept him on edge. His member was still impossibly hard, begging and pleading for something, but still it went missed, crushed against the seating and refused any form of relief. He sucked for all he was worth, thinking in his mind that if he could do a good job for this top that he might take pity and allow him some respite from his struggles. If he could just get Max to cum perhaps he might then let Rayn blow his nut too... The dog's pants were erratic, staggered as he pushed in and out of the cat's muzzle. He fucked the throat as deep as he could, feeling muscles ripple and massage what length that impaled down that far. He could feel himself getting close, impossibly close, and he growled out until he could feel the climax nearing its peak.

But Max pulled himself out of the cat's muzzle as he edged to the very precipice. He lingered there for a moment, breathing hard and deep, slowing his heart rate down until he felt the urge abate. He gripped his dick between finger and thumb to prevent any more stimulation from getting to it. The orgasm waned, then crumbled, leaving Max with the libido to carry on. Rayn whimpered despondently, his plan having failed and ultimately knowing he'd made things worse if anything, just like before,

"Naughty kitty..." Max huffed, unhappy the cat had managed to bring him close, "You deserve a hiding for that, but you're lucky I'm too pent up for that."

The Pitbull made a grab for the plug that was seated in Rayn's ass. Barely having a minute to ready himself, the lion gave a soft howl as the plug was pulled back out, his now easing rim forced to stretch wide again as the object that had been put into it was now being dragged back out. He felt the heaviness leave his gut, and when it was finally removed and cool air brushed against his worn rim, he felt relieved, his breathing remarkably easier now, considering he no longer had his mind focused in on the bloating in his gut. But one evil was to be replaced by another as Max came up behind him, engorged member in one paw and lube in the other. He added the gel to his already slickened length and lacquered himself up. Trying to look back over his shoulder, Rayn was presented once again with the unknowing option of when he was to be entered. He held his breath and waited, in his mind expecting it at any minute. Then it was there, hot and thick, much thicker than the plug that had taken him before, and it sank in. With Max's weight behind it and his muscled stomach pressing against the cat's back, he felt the dog hunch over him and lunge his dick into the warm confines with eager and powerful thrusts which, whilst short, were enough to get him snugly fitted to the knot.

It marked the change from slow-going to fast-paced; Max drew his hips back before the lion even had a chance to grow accustomed to this new size. Instead he hammered away at the hole, Rayn becoming his personal fuck toy for the evening, as he was pinned against the hobbyhorse. The contraptions weight kept him held firmly in place, unable to escape the battering Max was dishing out against him. He felt the tip plunge deep inside him, smacking his prostate before retreating again almost too soon, the sucking of his gut leaving him with the unusual sensation of being both full and empty. It conflicted in his mind as he mewled in bliss, arching his back as best he could whilst the Pitbull went for the neck. His teeth dug in around the soft fur about the feline's scruff whilst he pounded away. He didn't draw blood, but he made his presence known there too just as much as he had the cat up the ass. It was a level above what he'd going at before. Whilst he'd been anything but pleasant, he hadn't yet gone to the lengths some masters might. Max knew of those who would have their bitches strung up by their arms, flogged and begging for release for days on end, but he would never quite do it himself unless the submissive matched all expectations. Rayn was a test for that, and so far he was handling himself rather well. His knot ground against the rim each time he hilted the lion, and the dripping insides were warm and close, giving him the greatest of feelings, both on the push in and the pull out. It was like sliding through a tube of flesh.

His edging though worked against him. For as much as he longed to draw this out, Rayn's hole was too intoxicating and sweet to pass up from breeding. Whilst they had the rest of the night together, Max wanted to make the first orgasm - and every orgasm following - to be memorable. He grunted and growled into the feline's nape as he really powered against the lion's hole, the knot pressing deeper and deeper. It would go in, inevitably, but Rayn still mewled despite his position. His ass was stretched beyond anything he'd done before, and Max was pushing it further. He wanted to tie his bitch for good, to make sure that the truest act of domination could be witnessed by all. Anybody peering into the room would see the dog mounting the cat and would see Max as the victor, the slut strapped down prey to his dick. The member surged forward, continuously smacking against the prostate and leaving Rayn a wailing mess, wanting desperately to just cum himself. But he couldn't, Max's fucking had kept him away from it just enough to know the potential was there, though otherwise unreachable.

It happened quite quickly for them both, though the sensations would carry on much longer afterwards. For a moment, Rayn felt he had enough time to at least steadily build himself up to the knotting, believing he could last out that long and reach some form of climax himself, even if it was slight, but then he felt Max give a decidedly vicious shove, and before either of them knew it, his knot popped in. The Pitbull howled when it did, the feeling overwhelming as the pucker sealed shut behind his knot and the flesh swelled to an almighty size. Ecstasy befell him as he humped away the final inch that he could, his orgasm just moments away whilst he dug against the feline. For Rayn, it was a sensation that burnt his mind out. His hole screamed with both pleasure and pain from the experience, but now that he was truly tied to the dog he just purred and yowled, the now much larger knot pushing up against his rim and abdomen from the inside, leaving him with a tremendous feeling of utter fullness. It was then that the orgasm came. Max gave a deep, low growl as finally his dick throbbed within the ass, the cum bubbling up until it spurted into Rayn's depths; the edging had left Max's load to be like a flood, rising now and overflowing from a day's worth of stimulation. It drove him feral to be now releasing that seed into the cat's behind, grunting and pushing himself as deep as he could. Rayn lay there and accepted the treatment, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth grimacing as the heat surged into his bowels. It swam and sloshed about inside of him until he felt he could take no more. He swore it must have been backing up into his system, reversing its way through his intestines, for he felt his stature could no longer take anything else - he'd been pushed to his absolute limit.

That would have been it. Most men would have removed themselves eventually from Rayn's ass and let their seed spill out, matting his thighs and balls with their load. Had Max not tied with him, the lion expected him to do the same. But apparently he'd mistaken the dog once more, as he felt the Pitbull let go of his neck and levered his weight back. The gut left Rayn's back, and he thought that might have been the signal that he was going to take his cock out, despite the swollen knot. Max shifted on leg and swung it over the feline's back, the movement twisting and pulling at the flesh, but not enough to pop it out, and then he shuffled into a stance where his long tail wagged slowly across the lion's prone back. Rayn realised that the dog had just turned ass-to-ass with him, something which he knew to be the sign of true domination, more so than any cream-pie or neck-biting. Rayn blushed heavily and mewled, unable to do anything but try to ignore the tugging of the knot against him, the member now pressing itself tightly against his prostate. He longed for release himself, and when he felt a paw snake down and take a grasp of his meat, he thought for a moment that it might be finally his time to shoot.

"You still need to be punished you know," Rayn was confused, but Max just grinned, "For nearly making me jizz before. You need punishment."

He began stroking, slow and hard jerks that had the lion panting and struggling in his restraints, his breath escaping him and body responding the only way it knew how by going rigid. He felt it coming, his orgasm rising and rising and rising... then... nothing. Max pulled his paw away just as Rayn got to the very edge. It was enough to send the system going, but not enough to reward him with any satisfaction. Rayn cried out, moaning not in bliss but in sorrow as his orgasm was ruined, the cum dribbling from his tip in a pathetic little waterfall. He was nowhere near relieved, only desperate to be fucked again. He looked back to his master for the night, his eyes pleading,

"Thank you sir..." He said, knowing now that this was his place to be.