Prisoners of War - Getting on Nerves
#4 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Getting on Nerves
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"Sardo? Sardo!"
The tiger was roused from uncomfortable sleep on the floor by the voice of his fellow prisoner. Sardo had curled down and used his folded arm as a pillow while trying to find something of an agreeable posture. Yet his body was weakened by inactivity and the unpalatable diet, which had caused much of his muscle mass and whatever body fat he had to melt away. His bony hip had managed to become sore from the fitful sleep on his side on the bare floor, and even his back protested when he lifted his head to look at the speaker.
Their cell was almost dark but for a glowing yellow spot on the ceiling that cast a pale gleam, enough to discern shapes with their feline night vision. The lion was seated next to the wall in a posture even more uncomfortable than the tiger was.
"What?" Sardo questioned.
The lion snorted.
"I need a whiz."
"What?" the tiger repeated.
"I have to take a piss," Gantan huffed.
"I was afraid you were going to say that," the tiger commented.
"Harrruumph," the lion grunted. "How am I supposed to do it with my paws tied?"
"Carefully?"
"Fuck that, I've been holding it in but I'm bout to burst, man!" the lion growled. "You don't wanna sleep on the floor when it's covered in piss!"
"I don't want to sleep on the floor in the first place," Sardo said. "Come on then."
The tiger helped the lion first to an upright position, which was a struggle of its own kind, before they walked to the toilet booth. Their proximity caused a light to pop on above it, and the top opened with a swish of the shutter-like lid to reveal its stainless steel interior.
"At least don't have to aim in the dark..." Sardo mused.
"Let's get this stupid thing done," Gantan huffed.
The tiger stood behind the lion. The booth was too small for him to stand to his side, hence the position required took him into even further proximity to the lion than he probably would have been otherwise. The lion's paws squirmed behind his back, still secured together by the cuffs the white tiger had snapped on him as a punishment for running his mouth.
"Hmmph...go for it, then," Gantan said. He sounded supremely unamused by the situation.
"Right...left or right?"
"What?" the lion sounded incredulous.
"Which one for the tug, which one for the aim?"
"Hrrggghh," the lion vocalized throatily. "Are you really finding this funny?"
"No," Sardo said.
"I'm about ready to go...please...can we just do this?" Gantan sounded almost pleading now. "Otherwise this is gonna so messy and we don't want that."
"We don't," Sardo replied.
The tiger took the matter to his own paws, literally. His left paw grabbed the lion's sheath and pulled it down while the thumb and the index finger of his right paw took a half of the lion's soft member. He pulled down, carefully and conscious of the fact just how sensitive this body part was on himself, too, and aimed onto the bowl of the toilet.
"Right," Sardo said. "Whenever you're ready..."
"Hnnnggg..."
The tiger could feel the lion straining, through the particularly intimate contact they shared at the moment, body to body, paws on the lion's private parts. It was giving Gantan enough trouble, he could tell. The lion hissed and grumbled, and sounded extremely unhappy with the state of affairs.
"Come on..." Sardo muttered.
The lion grunted.
"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere maybe?" the lion snorted.
"To wash my paws when this is done," Sardo replied.
"Hmppph," the lion strained again.
"I thought you were about to go at the floor," the tiger questioned.
"Well I'm getting fucking self-conscious here!" the lion complained, his tail swaying about so that it hit the tiger's groin. Sardo let out a 'humph'.
"You tailed my balls," he grumbled.
"Hmphhh....can't you look away or something?"
"I've got your dick and balls in my paws, what kind of a freaking difference is that gonna make?" the tiger complained.
"Don't remind me!" Gantan yelped.
"Would you rather do this paws free?" Sardo asked.
"Oh come on!"
"How've you managed to go through the Marines without anyone ever seeing you piss?" Sardo's questioned sounded genuine.
"It's not that, it's the stupid paw on my dick!" Gantan huffed. "It's hard to concentrate!"
"You need to concentrate to - "
The lion's growl cut the tiger's remark short.
"Bet that shithead general is having a good laugh, knowing we gotta do this now..." Gantan growled.
"He just wants us to get on each other's nerves," the tiger huffed uncomfortably close to the lion's ear.
"And he's succeeding pretty damn well!"
"So maybe we should try to...let it go on the stride and get along?" the tiger suggested.
"As long as you'd let go of my damn prick," Gantan snorted.
"And risk you pissing yourself? You're doing this now!"
"Well maybe if I - "
"Shit!" Sardo grunted. He'd had enough of this kind of nonsense. He twisted the paw holding onto the lion's dick and punched his thumb against the spot on his belly where he assumed the overflowing bladder was located. The lion let out a yelp, but it also caused enough of a distraction for the first spurt of much needed relief to happen into the toilet bowl.
"Damn..." the lion grumbled.
"Now you keep going!" Sardo hissed.
Much to the tiger's relief, it was enough to break the floodgates, and the lion did indeed manage to empty his bladder without interruptions from then on. Sardo even gifted him with the much necessary shake to get those last drops out and away. The final termination of the flow caused the toilet cover to slam shut once again, and the entire machine let out a beep.
"Thank you for urinating. Analysis now underway."
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"What the fuck?" Gantan muttered.
Another beep.
"Analysis complete. Too much sodium detected. You must eat less salt. Stay healthy!"
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"Oh for fuck's sake, health conscious john?" the lion let out a holler.
"My mother has one of these," Sardo said.
"Ugh...and can't you already let go of my junk?" the lion grumbled.
"Fine by me," the tiger withdrew his paws. "Hmmph..."
"How long is he expecting us to keep this going?" Gantan wondered when they stalked out of the cubicle and back into their uncomfortable, bare cell.
"For as long as it amuses him, I bet," Sardo replied.
The lion slumped down by the wall once more, and the tiger took his place on the floor, his arm as his pillow. They didn't say another word, but they spent a long time in their fitful state, trying to find the elusive sleep that their physical circumstances kept away from them.
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General Rei woke up at 6 am sharp, as he had always done ever since enrolling in the Confederation military. On that precise hour, the windows of his bedroom had been set to become transparent and to welcome morning light into the room.
The huge white tiger got out of bed promptly. He believed that a properly conditioned mind and body would not need to linger in bed after the rest period had been completed. He stood up, stretched, yawned, extended his tail, and stood in front of the windows, in the buff, and enjoyed the vista of the deep expanse of the sea bathing in the morning sun cast by her red glow.
It was another magnificent day on the coast.
He stomped into the in-suite bathroom, took his own morning leak - the biomedical computer found it to be agreeable in composition - showered, dried, and dressed in a simple garb of loose pants and a sleeveless shirt. Thus attired he could walk through the quiet house into the breakfast room where he'd already been served by the kitchen robots. The fried meat, seeds, tea and bread were to keep him going for the first part of the day until his less austere lunch would be had.
There was much work before this could happen, however. He began even while eating his utilitarian meal in silence. The integrated computer terminal on the dining table was easy to command to display the logs from the cell from the night before. He could have reviewed the entire video footage if liked, yet Rei decided on the transcript the computer's vocal analyzer automatically prepared of every conversation picked up by the audio system. It was not a particularly long file, considering the two had been sleeping or trying to sleep for much of the time Rei had been away from his spying activities.
An incident around midnight did pique his interest. The transcribed text suggested that his plan of making the lion have to rely on the tiger's assistance due to his bound state had been put into effect in a rather intimate manner. The accompanying video material was revealing enough as well.
"Bet that shithead general is having a good laugh, knowing we gotta do this now..."
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"He just wants us to get on each other's nerves."
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"And he's succeeding pretty damn well!"
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"So maybe we should try to...let it go on the stride and get along?"
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"As long as you'd let go of my damn prick."
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"And risk you pissing yourself? You're doing this now!"
"Fascinating," commented Rei, watching the video footage of the bickering felines in their confinement.
The white tiger picked up a napkin from the table and dapped the corners of his muzzle.
"Rei to the Overseer."
"I am here, sir. How may I be of assistance?"
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"Feed the prisoners with standard ration packs, remove prisoner Gantan's pawcuffs and bring them to the main exercise room at 0700 hours, on the mark."
"Yes, sir. I shall proceed right away."
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"Good," the tiger said.
It was 0625 in the morning, and the tiger decided to have a quick swim before the exercises would begin.
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