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Author's note: This story contains some dangerous activities performed for sexual gratification - hence rated Extreme. People have died meddling in business like that. This isn't that kind of a story, but the risks are real. This story depicts a fictional scenario. Stay safe out there!

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Brent could tell that Evan was getting restless.

The Doberman had been a good host, as always. He served whiskey, and they watched television together, chatted this and that, and he'd let the black panther to sniff at his armpit for a nice good nuzzling time that'd left the dark cat purring and making feline puppy eyes at the slightly older, larger male. He was cuddled up to the dog's side, and it was obvious to the canine that the black panther was hoping things would proceed to be more intense over the following hours of that Friday evening.

"Not yet," Brent huffed and rumbled when fingers had began to flow from his belly towards his groin, proper.

The black panther's ears drooped and he demurred with his eyes falling away from the Doberman's.

"Sorry," the cat whispered.

"Hah," Brent chortled, "feeling slutty tonight?"

The derogatory comment only seemed to make the cat more aroused. Brent could smell it alright. No erection could escape from his nose, with the strong musk a male member emitted while fully hard and pulsing with the virile energy of a man intending on breeding someone or something.

That wasn't the case with Evan, Brent thought, with a pleased rumble, one paw cupping the black panther's ass while his own eyes remained on the television and its inane programming. The dog knew that the cat was highly submissive, and all of his sexual fantasies involved the black panther giving himself over to the control of someone else to use him for pleasure. Leather, musk, sweat, covered in piss, tied down with ropes, cuffs or straps, whipped, face-fucked...the dog had used the black panther's body in many ways. He'd trampled the cat's muzzle with his footpaws, laid him over his knees and spanked him while the young man mewled, whimpered and purred, and his cock throbbed hard despite the punishment his body suffered, for the sadistic pleasures of his canine partner.

The cat's needy rumbles and the continuous glances towards the guest bedroom amused Brent. The room only saw a certain kind of guests, the sort who enjoyed being strapped onto a hard leather-padded couch and toyed with to the very limits of their endurance, to the point when their begging couldn't be discerned whether it was for more, or for the action to stop.

Indeed, both the Doberman and the cat liked pushing the envelope, yet on both sides of the coin.

That made them a good fit.

Brent tousled the cat's head furs astray.

"I asked you a question," he grunted.

"Uh..." the black panther breathed, "well you know..."

"Know what?" Brent's paw on the cat's ass tightened its grip to the point of pain.

"Eh..." the cat's tail squirmed while the fingers dug onto his rump, hard.

"Ha," Brent barked out.

"Sorry," the cat's ears flopped again.

"Bah," the dog opined, "the world needs sluts like you to keep our cocks warm, for real men, that is."

The black panther managed a smile.

"Yes, sir," Evan whispered.

"Gimme my snifter," the dog ordered.

The black panther leaned over to the small table just enough so that he could produce the glass of whiskey and place it into the Doberman's awaiting paw. Brent took a long sip from it and smacked his lips with pleasure at the burning liquid swelling over his tongue. He handed the glass back to the panther whom obediently returned it to its spot.

"Hhmmmrr.."

Brent grabbed the cat's muzzle and pushed his wet, alcohol-soaked tongue into his maw. The intrusion carried much of his earlier sip into Evan's muzzle. The black panther let out a surprised mewl while the strong booze hit his senses, and he snorted whiskey-scented air once he was forced to swallow the murky concoction of alcohol and Dobie saliva that filled his muzzle.

"Uhh..."

The dog laughed and flicked his ears at the face the black panther had made.

"You'd think you'd gotten more used to it," he stated.

"Sorry, sir," Evan mumbled.

The dog chuckled roughly.

"You're a real kid sometimes," he spoke to the man. Evan might've been in his mid-20's, which meant that nothing amused the Dobie more than referring to him in such slighting terms. He could practically tell that the cat's muzzle was turning red and not just from the alcohol that was putting color to his cheeks in any case.

"Sorry, sir."

Brent chuckled, and tugged on the cat's tail, simply because he could. The resulting yelp made his ears flick.

"Seems like someone needs to be reminded of their place," the dog commented, "all these apologies and mewls...are a you a man or what?"

"Uh...yes, I am," Evan said, "not as great as you, obviously, but..."

"Obviously," Brent stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

The black panther hung his head and nodded.

"I know, sir," he said.

Brent fist-bumped the cat's shoulder, not particularly hard, more to get the feline's attention properly.

"You'll grow a pair of balls, eventually," the dog leered," just need to keep slopping down that cum, eh? Lil' cum gurggler..."

He rubbed his paw up and down the black panther's arm and shoulder. Evan seemed to relax a little, leaned into the touch, and began to purr. Brent's smile was almost kind, given to the black panther.

"Well there we go...all better now?"

"Hmmmmm..." the black panther murmured.

"Hah, look at you..." the Dobie mused, "like you just sat on a cock or something."

The feline let out a nervous, breathy giggle.

"Hmmmmm...that'd be nice..." he almost moaned.

The Dobie chuffed.

"Always thinking of cock, you, ain't you, boy?" the dog continued his surprisingly tender stroking.

"Can't help it when I'm here," Evan confessed, his eyes lingering on the obvious bulge in the Dobie's tight pants.

"I can tell," Brent noted.

The black panther made another shy glance in the direction of the so-called playroom. Brent gave him a crooked smile.

"Really craving for it, aren't ya?"

"Hmmmaybe," Evan said.

"Hah."

The dog was more than ready for it, by all means, but he knew that to truly display his authority to the cat, he had to keep the wait going for a few moments longer. The more desperate the black panther was to serve, the hornier the experience would be in the end.

The minutes ticked by in silence but for the television's enthusiastic blare.

"Right," Brent said. "Go to the playroom and strip, and wait for me. Don't touch anything."

"I won't!"

The Dobie watched how the cat almost bounced on his way towards the innocent door that hid such a sexual underworld behind its facade. He himself shuffled his ass on the couch and downed the rest of the whiskey into his gullet.

"Hmmm.." he murred with satisfaction.

Brent turned off the television. He wasn't in the mood for any more Metal Detector Hunters.

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Evan stood in place and waited, with a hard cock and an anxious mind. He was fully naked, having shed his clothing to reveal his slim body for the view, and waited for the Dobie's arrival with great excitement. It felt thrilling to him, to stand in the room that smelled of musk, dried cum, leather, rubber, and the unmistakable stench of that particular plastic or silicone that dildos were made of. There was a row of them on a shelf on one side of the wall in the playroom that was lit by a harsh bulb on the ceiling, for the moment. The other lighting options could be switched from buttons near the door, to bring in a blue or a red glow, and even a blacklight, for some interesting ultraviolet fun.

The black panther wondered how the Doberman got all the dirty ideas, such as that. Being tied down on that bondage table and to see the dog's erection throb and then shoot huge globs of cum that glistened in the strange light and made the panther's belly and chest and muzzle glow like he'd been splattered with something radioactive, or flow in the dark paint.

He couldn't wait to see what the Dobie had in mind now...

The door had been painted black from the inside, so that it gave an uniform surface to the otherwise dark walls as well, once it was closed. Now it opened, almost noiselessly, and a shape appeared on the doorway that made the black panther let out a surprised gasp.

"Oh wow..."

The Dobie gave him a smirk. The tall canine was dressed in a white coat, hanging close to his ankles although unbuttoned and open to reveal the muscled body to a great degree. He was unclothed under the solitary garment, but for the black leather harness, adorned with studs, and the black leather jockstrap that gave him a modicum of modesty, although at the cost of appearing particularly raunchy for the occasion. The stethoscope slung over his shoulders in best hospital drama fashion made an almost an innocent addition to the visage.

"Wow, B-Brent..." the cat breathed out.

The Dobie flicked an ear.

"The doctor will see you now," the dog stated.

"Oh...wow...man..." Evan seemed to have lost much of his speech capacity, as he stared at the illicit sight of the fantasy bondage master slash doctor standing in front of him.

"I understand you suffer from a chronic case of blueballitis," the Dobie rumbled, arms folded over his chest confidently, "we may have to perform a few examinations to find the cause."

The black panther's purple cock throbbed rapidly into maximum hardness while he ogled at the sight of the dressed up Dobie. The dog very well knew that medical play was one of his fantasies, yet such roleplay had not yet occurred in their BDSM-laced relationship.

That appeared to have changed now.

"Uh...yes...doctor," the panther rumbled, "It's been...getting really bad lately."

"Then we better see what is going on, shall we?" the dog stated.

"Hmm, yes doctor..." the cat purred.

"Hop onto the table and we'll take a look," the Dobie rumbled.

Evan sat onto the edge of the padded bondage table, his heart racing while he imagined the kind of a perverted medical workup the Dobie might have in mind. The possibilities were a blur in his mind, making him incredibly aroused- yet they did not distract him from the sight of the dog putting his paw into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black nitrile gloves.

"Yes, doctor," Evan whimpered, "I hope it's nothing serious..."

The Dobie spent his time putting on the gloves, and then tested them for fit by wriggling his fingers. The black panther let out a whimper at this display. He could only imagine those gloves fingers stroking along his cock, or pushing into his ass for a prostate exam...

"Possibly," the dog mused. "Lie down. I'll have to palpate the abdomen and the testicles for any...large masses."

"Hmmmyes doctor..." the cat purred. Evan swung his legs up and laid down on the familiar bench, feeling its leather surface under his back. The Doberman soon hovered over him, looking down to the cat with a curious eye.

"Hope it won't hurt, doctor..." the black panther mewled.

"Only if you move..." the dog said.

Evan endeavoured to remain as still as possible while the Doberman rubbed his paws cursorily over the cat's flat tummy. The dog was sure to avoid any truly sensual zones, such as his softly furred thighs, his sheath or his swollen cock, instead simply tapping and prodding elsewhere. Evan tried not to squirm, even if the touch made his stomach flutter.

"Ticklish?" stated the dog.

"A little...yes, doctor..." Evan couldn't help but smirk at the naughtiness of the whole situation.

"May make the diagnosis more difficult," the bondage doctor commented.

"Will you have to do something more...invasive to get to the bottom of things?" Evan asked.

Brent glared at him. Evan became more serious.

"I hope it won't hurt..." the black panther mumbled.

"Probably not," Brent said.

"Oh...okay."

The dog's paws departed from Evan's belly. He put one of his gloved paws into his pocket.

"Then again...maybe it will," Brent said. "I don't have personal experience."

The Doberman grabbed the black panther's arm firmly. Evan's eyes flashed to the Dobie's, watching his every move when the paw was removed from his packet, holding something.

"S-sir - "

Brent bit on the plastic cap that covered the hypodermic needle and spat it out to the floor. The black panther had no time to move, not will to, either with the flash of stainless steel and then the sting when the needle sunk to the inside of his arm and the dog pressed the plunger.

"B-Brent!" he gasped.

The Dobie pulled the syringe out and glared at the black panther with a smirk on his lips.

"Hush," he said.

"Wha-what - "

The black panther's words melted into his mouth. In fact, his muzzle remained partially open while he still tried to form words, yet his lips barely moved. The arm that had been injected began to tremble, and within moments the same kind of a gentle shaking spread to his entire body, all the way to his ears and even his tail, now dancing against the surface of the table.

"Hush," Brent said again.

The black panther's breathing started to sound noisy, and labored. Brent did not waste a moment. He opened a cabinet, previously closed, that stood near the table and usually contained various bondage implements for the Dobie's particularly kinky needs. This time, beyond Evan's field of vision, he pulled out several items that he placed quickly onto the top of the cabinet, for easy reach.

"Yes..." the dog murmured, looking at the panther's rapidly rising and falling belly, "it must have reached your diaphragm by now...that must feel incredibly uncomfortable."

The black panther simply stared on the ceiling above him. He could no longer move, let alone speak, and it appeared that soon his final efforts at supplying air to his lungs would also cease.

The dog's paws were almost gentle when he cradle Evan's head and tilted his neck. A rolled towel was pushed underneath it, while he pushed on the cat's forehead to move his head back.

"It's what you've always wanted," the dog whispered.

He untangled a length of plastic tubing attached to bag valve mask, and a twist of a paw accompanied by a hiss inflated a large plastic reservoir on one end of the contraption. The Dobie pressed it over the black panther's muzzle and squeezed on the bag, eyes observing how the forced air caused the cat's chest to rise.

"We will only have a few minutes," Brent said. "We better make the most out of it..."

Another squeeze. The black panther's eyes were open, and unmoving, staring ahead bluntly. The dog knew that he was fully aware, conscious and able to feel everything that was happening to him. It was only his body that had ceased to function, the drug in his system stopping the messages his brain was trying to send to bring forth such essential movements as his muscles contracting to drive air in and out of his lungs. The dog's sudden attack with the needle had deprived him of this.

His erection still persisted.

"One more...then I'm afraid there's going to be a pause..." Brent noted.

He squeezed the bag once more before setting it to the table again. The black panther let out a noisy gasp when air began to flow out of his lungs on its own.

Brent took out a small device that he clipped onto the black panther's left index finger. A cable coiled from this device onto a small unit that displayed a series of numbers as soon as the contraption was turned on.

"Excellent," he commented, without letting the black panther know further information on whatever it said.

"Hhhhhhhh..."

The Dobie returned the mask onto Evan's muzzle and held it firmly in place with his one paw while the other supplied another squeeze to force air into the cat's lungs.

"There we go...here we go..."

Squeeze.

A few seconds passed, and then came another squeeze, accompanied by the hiss of oxygen from a bottle inside the storage cabinet.

"Now for the fun part, boy..." the Dobie rumbled.

That might have been a subjective statement, Brent thought, when he quickly pulled out a stainless steel tray from the cabinet and placed it down next to the panther's paralyzed head. He grasped a strangely shaped object from this tray and twisted it, causing a light to appear on one end, high over Evan's glaring eyes so that the cat could see exactly what was happening.

"This will be uncomfortable," Brent said. "But I guess you could image that."

The tool in his paw was roughly L-shaped. He held it in his left paw and with the fingers of the right paw, swathed in black plastic, he opened the cat's slack jaws.

"Let's see if I remember how to do this..."

He could see the fear flashing in the cat's eyes on that comment. Brent let out a hollow laugh.

"Just kidding."

He pushed the tip of the curved, flat part of the device into the cat's muzzle, its light showing the way. The Doberman leaned over him and while he peered into the cat's pink, glistening throat.

"Hmm..."

He pressed his finger against the cat's Adam's apple and manipulated it, briefly, to improve the view.

"There we go.."

His spare paw picked up a transparent plastic tube from the tray and thrust it into the exposed windpipe. It took but a small twist and it was pushed in deep into the resistance-free tunnel.

"Ah yes...I think I might be surpassing my old record. And your lip haven't even turned blue yet."

The Dobie laughed, as he withdrew the laryngoscope from the cat's muzzle. Next he grabbed the bag valve mask, removed the plastic mouthpiece, and then attached the bag onto the tube that now protruded from the black panther's mouth.

"Here we go..."

He squeezed the bag and pumped air into the lungs that were already craving for another dose of the crucial gas that was now being supplied into the paralyzed cat's body by the Dobie's paw alone, with each stroke of the bag.

"There, there...must feel lovely...that darkness on the corners of your mind wiped away..." the dog murmured.

He dropped the bag, but only for the moment to pop the stethoscope earpieces on and then to listen onto the cat's chest while he gave the bag another squeeze.

"Hmm...good. Good..."

His checks done, the final objective was to take a small syringe and squeeze air into a balloon that would inflate inside the cat's throat and make sure that the precious oxygen would not escape from his lungs from an undue route.

The cat was locked, tubed, and ready.

Squeeze.

"I hope you are happy now, boy," Brent growled. "It hasn't been easy to steal all this equipment...or the drugs..."

Squeeze.

The cat was unable to reply in any physical manner. Brent gave him a dirty smirk before the white-coated dog slapped the panther's still-hard cock.

"Don't expect this to become a regular feature.." the dog murmured.

Squeeze.

"I must admit, that this is...fucking hot," the Dobie growled.

Squeeze.

"To think what'd happen if I forgot to do this..." the Dobie murmured.

Squeeze.

"How you'd just slip away..."

Squeeze.

"But no. You're too hot a fuck for anything like that..."

The Dobie dropped the bag and moved to the foot of the bed. He yanked on the black panther's legs to make his inert body slide across the table, trailing tubes and cables with him. Brent was grinning by now, only sparing a moment to give another squeeze of oxygen for his capture before he slipped his jockstrap down to bare his cock.

"Almost forgot..."

He grabbed a bottle of lube from the equipment tray where it sat among the other items used in the cat's impromptu tubing, and squirted a trail over his shaft before smoothing it over his incredibly hard length.

Squeeze.

"I can't imagine how you must feel...so completely beyond your own control..."

He grabbed the black panther's right leg and man-handled Evan onto his side, the bag swinging down to the tabletop along with his slack movement. Brent pushed the same immobile legs forward to make slightly more space for himself, to do as he wished.

"I hope this will be worth it for you, you stupid son of a bitch."

He threw Evan's useless tail to the side and delivered one more bagful of air before he aimed his cock and shoved it up the black panther's ass.

There were none of the usual rumbles or gasps, for understandable reasons. His heart rate did jump, but that was only normal when a large canine cock was placed into a rectum through a hole that was probably far too little for such an intrusion. The Dobie thrust himself almost all the way in, enjoying the warm walls rippling around his hot, stiff meat.

Squeeze.

"Nagging for stupid fucking things..." Brent hissed.

He began to thrust. His balls slapped heavily against the cat's fuzzy ass, the cock moving back and forth with a sloppy noise.

Squeeze.

"Oh please sedate me, sedate me..." the Dobie muttered, "I want to feel total helplessness..."

Squeeze.

"You play with stupid things, man...they're fucking your head around...hmmmthat's right...this part is certainly not paralysed...heh..."

Squeeze.

The dog's fingers held tightly onto the loose skin on the cat's side, firm enough that it hurt. He expected to leave some sort of bruising by the time he was done with breeding the silly cat's ass.

"Stupid shithead," Brent huffed amidst his heavy thrusts. "You can really get into trouble if you ask this sort of a thing from the wrong people..."

Squeeze.

"They'll squeeze you out...just like that..." the dog's coat hems flapped while he pumped into the black panther's hotly squelching rear.

"But don't you worry...I'm taking care of you..." the roughly panting Dobie stated," just hold on..."

His knot began to grow and was now popping in and out past the slack pucker into the panther's tunnel. The waves of sensations flowing through the dazed cat were intense, yet bizarre, now that his muscles were inhibited from working. There was merely the presence of the thick cock and its associated knot, punching its way and slamming into the feline's round rump before it was roughly and rudely removed, momentarily, only for another pass to happen and stretch him wide.

Squeeze.

The dog was now beyond his earlier small talk. He concentrated on pounding the black panther's ass silly. The sweaty Dobie's swollen knot barely passed through the grip of the feline's asshole, going back and forth past the point of closure until eventually there simply was no more room, and he was in.

Squeeze.

"Nghh...sick little fuck..."

He hammered into the ass, with the inch or so of movement the stretching of the black panther's hole allowed for him while he churned the bulb of flesh back and forth. The panther's own cock leaked pre-cum out of its drooping tip, from the sheer pressure the Dobie's dick on his prostate produced.

Squeeze.

The Dobie was there.

"Shhhh..."

His hips jerked forward, heavy, churning nuts slapping onto the cat's once more and then the floodgates opened, to let the clogged up seed to make its way through his secret passages and then to pour into the panther's ass. The nearly senseless cat could feel the heat flowing into him in the form of the huffing Dobie's cum. It marked his inner walls, it musked him, it made him into a bitch once again.

He would have been purring if it wasn't for the paralysis and the tube stuck into his throat.

Squeeze.

"Damnit," Brent grunted, tongue lolling out of his muzzle, "bet you thought I'd forget to do this while I was at it, huh?"

Squeeze.

His stylishly docked tail wagged, underneath the white coat. He remained in the mount for now, hips flush with the panther's black, messy rump, groin to groin.

"You're a damn good fuck, floppy or not," Brent commented.

The Doberman didn't pull out. He enjoyed the feeling of his total domination over the cat, and how his cock swam in his own spunk within the messy hole he had taken so roughly. He gave the bag an occasional squeeze, all the way until the cat's chest began to move spontaneously as well.

"Hmph...looks like you're starting to come out of it...right on time, too..." Brent mused. "My paw was starting to get tired, too..."

Squeeze.

He laughed, roughly.

"Just kidding."

He had to do some pulling and tugging to get his knot out of the panther's ass. This time the cat let out a hiss, mostly through his nostrils.

"Hmpph..." Brent glared down at his dick, covered in cum and lube.

"I'm going to be able to take that off in a bit," the Dobie commented when he began to move, cock swaying on his way, "you better stay on 100% oxygen for a bit before that though...let those muscles come back to full power easy

HHhhhhhhh...

Air flowed out of the cat's nostrils again.

"I'd be a bad host though if I just left you lying down there...got another treat for you."

He went to the cupboard and lifted out a bottle of sorts, one that he held out over the panther's eyes.

"This is a humidifier, an empty one," he said, "I've got another one hooked into the circuit at the moment...but I think a little change is in order."

Brent held the bottle down, and pushed his cock down with his other paw.

"Your favorite perfume..."

it took some effort to do it through an almost complete a boner, let alone the knot that still throbbed on the base of his cock, but eventually the yellow liquid began to flow, in squirts, into the square bottle.

"Recycled whiskey for ya...cheers!"

Brent's smile was truly vicious, adding to the bottle until it was about halfway filled with foamy, rank piss. He showed the results of his voiding to the panther and winked before he returned to the cupboard, to turn off the oxygen and change the tubing so that the original saline humidifier would be replaced with the one containing his very own produce.

"Don't you ever dare to say I don't do everything for you, Evan, you sick little fuck," Brent noted.

He turned on the oxygen again.

Evan's nose filled with the musky, strong scent of the dog's piss that now marked him from within and overwhelmed his senses, sinuses, mouth, all.

"Except let you cum," the Doberman growled, "not yet that."

He flicked the panther's cockhead with his index and middle fingers, and enjoyed watching it twitch.

"There ya go, pup."

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