Prisoners of War – Sympathy for the Devil
#17 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - Sympathy for the Devil
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Rei paced his den furiously. He was the image of a furious cat, his shoulders slung, tail waving about aggressively, his voice down to hissing rumbles escaping automatically from his muzzle while his bare footpaws stomped roughly on the soft carpet.
The General was livid. He hated when his temper got the best of him, and right now he was feeling it bubble right under his skin, barely in control of his more conscious faculties. He felt disappointed both at himself and his charges. He had hoped that his careful, considerate treatment of them would have had a better result already. He did not expect miracles, but Rei thought that some sort of an attitude adjustment should already have taken place.
"I've given you time," the white tiger muttered to himself. The white leather of his wrestling tunic creaked with every move he made. "I've given you reasonable rules and treatment. I've helped you to get better..."
He glanced at the computer screen on the desk, now on standby, but which could with a simple verbal command se to be show the roaming camera shot of the Overseer escorting the prisoners back into their cell. Rei decided against it, even if he longed to see their immediate reactions. Watching them now would likely just inflame hi temper even further.
The tiger let out a rough grumble and stomped about the large room once again in a never-ending circle.
It didn't help that that his erection filled his jockstrap to the brim and brushed onto the sweat-absorbent, extra soft interior lining with his movements. The stroke of his barbs on the fabric only served as an extra reminder of how much the two fools affected him.
His blood was still pumping from the tussle with Gantan, which had resulted in him physically, personally dominating the lion by pinning him down to the floor. It had been a fantastic, exhilarating feeling that sent shivers and tingles down his spine and over his belly even now, thinking about it. Nothing made him feel alive like a proper grapple with a strong male, even if the fight had even up being somewhat one-sided due to his physical superiority.
That didn't mean that Gantan didn't put up a proper fight, to the contrary. The lion had quite obviously been intent on trying to gore the General, or at least to deliver a couple of hard punches at him in the hopes of seeing Rei get knocked down a notch.
Rei let out a "rrrah!" and let his tail swing like a whip in his annoyance. Thinking about it like that, he felt the lion had indeed managed to get onto him -though likely not in the way Gantan had envisioned.
The General was quite sure that the lion had no idea just how much he affected the white tiger. He found his mind occupied by the two almost to an annoying degree, whether he was in their presence or not. It certainly was not beneficial for forgetting that Rei reeked of the lion, having quite literally rubbed himself all over Gantan during their wrestling match. His clothes were soused with the lion's musk, and every breath brought more of it to the white tiger's nose.
"Damnation!" Rei growled.
He grabbed the lapels of his tunic and almost pulled the shirt apart, before he stopped himself.
"Fool," the General told himself.
Rei felt like he deserved a good kicking, much like the treatment Gantan had intended for him. Perhaps that would have helped him clear his mind. Having sore welt all over his body from a rough beating would have probably taken his mind off the increasingly desperate pressure in his groin.
"Utter fool," Rei declared as he felt his cock give an even more insistent twitch inside the padded leather jock.
He realized that there was not going to be any reasonable thinking done before the physical tension had been relieved. The frustration had been gathering for days and was not about to be going away on its own.
The white tiger stalked through the door and into his bedroom. He wasted no time in moving to a cabinet that he opened with a tap of his paw, and from within he produced a cylindrical object that he took took with him to the large bed. Rei dropped the item to the mattress while he tugged the closure strip of his tunic open. The General's own sweaty body was revealed in its striped glory while he stripped with intent, the tunic and the jockstrap flapping down to the bed to join the rest of the articles he'd already deposited there. His erection sprung free, hard, and slapped onto his belly while he climbed onto the bed. Even that meager extra stimulation made it throb anew, and spew a trickle of pre-cum on the fuzzy furs covering the tiger's abs.
The pent-up male knew that there was little time to be had for the usual preliminaries that he liked to enjoy whenever he indulged himself in such a private manner. Right now he just wanted to get rid of the insistent condition in his loins and then do some more productive thinking instead.
"Blasted," the white tiger muttered another minced oath.
Rei picked up the cylinder from the bed by him and tapped a series of subtle controls on its side to activate. His manipulations opened the top shutter-like top, revealing a padded surface and a small round orifice at the center of it. He didn't feel any particular thrill seeing it - the toy's design was perfectly utilitarian and lacked visual enhancements to give it a more lifelike appearance. He didn't long for such a toy, he just wanted the pleasure that this device could give to him.
He grabbed the base of his shaft and lifted his cock entirely upright, to make it easier for him to press the toy and its inviting hole onto his tip. The material was extremely soft, warm, indeed like flesh, and the opening upon it felt very snug, pliable, yet resistant to the penetration.
"Hmmmrr..." the big tiger rumbled, eyes closed, as he gripped the shaft of the toy with both paws and pushed down all the while his hips gave a single, heavy thrust that buried him into the tunnel within the masturbation sleeve.
The pleasure was great, as always, yet purely physical. The interior was warm, slick, tight, and vibrated subtly. It truly was the optimal experience, the perfect designer fuckhole for the discerning self-pleasurer such as the General was, in his weak moments, as he liked to call them.
Hunching into it while he stroked the toy up and down, the General also knew why the experience was hollow at the core. It was almost _too_good, the toy stimulating all of his erogenous spots upon his cock at the same time. On the purely physical level, the genital side, it was sheer perfection, of course. The toy could do things that no lover could do. Nobody's body was simply built like that, to do the things that the high-tech tube in his paws could accomplish. Humping into it felt wonderful and made his balls tingle instantly, and rumbling purrs to escape, but it lacked in other kinds of fulfillment that came with the physical manifestations of erotic lust. There was none of the satisfaction that came from pressing down onto a partner, enfolding them in his body, with all the scents, the noises, all the associated further pleasures that truly meant it something to pursue.
He growled as he continued the self-pleasuring with one paw, while the other grabbed the discarded tunic and bunched the cloth against his muzzle. The General inhaled deep, to properly sniff the heady mixture of his own sweat and that of Gantan.
It was a raw, visceral scent, almost a stench, and it made him incredibly aroused, the pleasurable stimulation from his groin aside. Even his nipples were rock hard and stood out from his pecs while he worked the toy up and down his length, growling into the veil of musky cloth he now held on his muzzle.
He wouldn't let his mind go down the avenues that the musk encouraged in him, the lusty, grating thoughts that would make him wake up, sweaty and aroused and guilty about the intensity of lust his subconscious mind could produce. Now the big cat concentrated on the very physical experience of the rut, simply to give his body what it required.
"Hrarrrrr..."
The white tiger fucked the toy hard. He was holding nothing back, and didn't want to, either. He needed to get off, and the device, now that he had turned on all of the goodies it provided, would do just that. Even the male with the best stamina would've struggled to survive the treatment for more than a few minutes, and hence it came as a no surprise to him that son his speed ramped up until the muscles on his arm burnt and he slammed his hips up so that his pubic bone sunk onto the padded top of the toy.
The orgasm was strong.
He twitched, and roared a muffled exclamation into the messy tunic he soiled with saliva while gnawing on it, to taste the salty sweat over his tongue in the moment of his climax. His seed flowed into the device that seemed to be suctioning it down, and stored it for easy cleanup later on.
He was left panting, rumbling, and feeling momentarily better, now that the cloud of lust was gone.
"Grief," muttered the white tiger.
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A shower, a drink and a breath of fresh air later, the bathrobe-clad General was once again in his den, but this time in a more mellow mood, sat upon his desk while he contemplated his next move.
The thought had been brewing in his mind for some days now, ever since he had activated the sympathetic stimulation program whose effect meant that whenever one of his charges developed an erection, small electrodes on the other male's cock cage would cause him to have an erection as well. His idea had been to increase their awareness of their own and their mutual arousal, caused by their increasing level of being pent up and unable to relieve themselves.
Right now the General decided that it was not enough. The two might have been getting frustrated, not to mention angry that Rei was doing it to them by preventing them from touching themselves, but they obviously had no idea just how frustrated they were making Rei as well! The General had had a semi almost constantly ever since the two males had graced his quiet house with their presence. Their muscles, their scents and their unruly personalities thrilled him in illicit ways that were probably not covered by the soldier's code of conduct, let alone the conventions for the treatment of prisoners of war.
Yet, he did not want to hurt them. He wished that they could see the positive sides of their existence as his reluctant guests. He could give them so much, if they would only be receptive. Yet he knew that his own personal honor prevented him from forcing it on them.
He would not go to such places, not even in his mind, even if his libido was insistent of producing images so lustful that he would've been ashamed if anyone could see into his mind.
If only they'd understand.
"If only..." he muttered aloud.
Yet he could encourage...and to remind them what they were missing...by the General's choice.
"Let's see how you like this then," the tiger mused to himself.
Rei glanced at the small box that sat on his desk, after he had retrieved it from its storage in Room 201. It was an integral part of his plan, and now, he had decided, after his thinking, that it was time to implement it as well.
He command the computer to activate several screens. One of them showed the cell, and of course Gantan and Sardo, sitting on the edge of the bed and presumably fuming. The sound was off, yet he didn't feel a particular urge to eavesdrop on this moment. He had other concerns than listening to Gantan's mutterings and Sardo's attempts to placate his comrade.
"I'll give you something new to talk about," he said to himself, feeling almost mischievous.
Rei slipped the box open. What it contained was only a black ring-like item, about an inch thich, resting in the box inconspicuously. He picked it between two fingers and tested its elasticity, how it stretched quite easily.
The General pulled the cord of his robe and let the hems fall aside to expose himself once again. He had to adjust himself with his paw so that he could slip the stretchy ring down around his scrotum, to tug on his testicles. His furry sac felt snug and somewhat heavy once the ring settled into place. It created a slight, but constant pull, nothing too distracting but he would certainly feel it whenever he moved. The sensation was arousing enough that his shaft grew somewhat stiff in its sheath, even once contact with his paws was gone.
"And now..."
He called up the biomedical data telemetry program, and its special special subroutine that concerned the blood pressure and nerve activity monitoring - essentially the alarm system that told whenever Gantan or Sardo was developing increased blood flow into their penis, meaning there was potential for an erection.
It only took him a few taps to command the computer into opening a third window, and activating the telemetry, to add a data stream labeled "Rei" onto the screen. The sensors in the ring surrounding his scrotum told that he was well on his way into developing a healthy boner. It was nothing a glance down to his groin couldn't have told him, either, but the high tech way of detecting one had other implications for him as well.
Rei selected another window, labeled "MODE SELECTION", and looked at the display for them, listing the current status of the system.
BIOSYNC MODE SELECTION
*UNIT 1 - SARDO - ACTIVE - SYNCHRONIZED *
UNIT 2 - GANTAN - ACTIVE - SYNCHRONIZED
UNIT 3 - REI - ACTIVE - STANDBY
"You should know that I'm doing everything for you...including this..." Rei muttered, quietly, as he turned Unit 3 into "synchronized" mode.
The General sat back, and waited.
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