#1: Bondage, Anal
The poor little cheetah dangles helplessly from the ceiling by rope secured firm around his wrists. He's blindfolded, the cotton squeezing him snug from his forehead to just over his nostrils. Breathing's difficult in his position as he gasps through his mouth, gently hanging open.
He hears your footsteps. His toes scrape over the floor, nearly low enough to support himself, as he attempts to look back.
The soft little cheetah clutches his lips together to whisper, "Master?"
Don't say anything. You don't need to. Pause behind him and take in the sight, because he's already naked for you, stripped to his cute little fuzzy yellow rear. His toes shake as he still tries to reach the floor. His slender thighs press into each other behind his phallus, already erect, glistening with only one drop of his juices so far.
His nipples are hard already. Maybe he's cold. You're going to fix that right up.
"Master? I'm ready. I'm ready, please..."
Take a handful of his ass. It's waiting for you. He can't keep it away even as he flinches forward, his most delicious flesh making way around your fingers, tightening on the inside, tensing because he knows what's going to happen. He knows what you want.
He feels your dick hardly before you press it up to him. Just your touch sends shivers down his back, a whimper off his tongue. His ears curl back. His fingers tighten against the rope.
Wait. Don't put it in him yet. He should work for this.
"Master?"
The precious little cheetah tilts back his neck with the littlest control he has over his body, and he pleads, "I'm ready for your cock, master. Please be rough."
That's a little rehearsed. Keep waiting as you hold him still. You need to hear something from the heart.
"Master, please..."
The impatient little cheetah feels the digging of your touch as you hold back. You can see the color in his cheeks now as just the tip of your cock prods against his entrance, practically twitching, drooling for you if only it could. The little cheetah still looks over his shoulder, muzzle shaking as he can't hold back the heaving in his throat anymore.
"I'll do whatever you want for it, master. I promise I'll be good. I want it so bad. I want your fat cock inside me."
All right. You can't say no to that. He's earned something nice tonight.
Get a good grip around his hips as you line yourself up. Without even pushing inside yet, the tight little cheetah can't help but resist your entry as his ass compresses against your cock. His breathing pitches like he's trying to imagine what it feels like already.
So drive it in. Pump your fat dick deep inside him in one thrust. He can't stop a single inch as you thud right below his stomach, as his mouth riles open to a full, wet moan.
Keep thumping him. Pull back and fuck him even harder. Your cock's ramming his cheeks flat with every blow, christening the depths of his hole with your thick shape. He's never getting away. Your cock is a permanent addition to his tight little body, his hips flailing against your grip as you hold him in place against your size.
All he can do is squeeze against your reentry as you slap back inside him every second. His lips are moist with his own pleasure, but all they can do is cry out to the echoes of his own body pleasing you hard and fast.
"I can't--it's so--big--"
Lift a hand to the cute little cheetah's jaw and bring him into your upper embrace. Take his moist black lips for your own. Press your mouth firm over his, wrap your tongue around his taste, steal the gasps he tries to take as you keep ramming him from deep below. Hold him there. He's kissing you back eagerly, pushing himself closer into you, giving every little taste he still can.
Now pull away. Let him sweat a little. Drag yourself just far enough out of his ass so that the head of your cock lingers inside him, holding his entrance open with a huge throbbing, and keep watch on his face. Watch the tears spilling from under the blindfold as his throat quakes, his ears shiver against his tufts, and he mutters as quietly, as desperately as he can, "More?"
Keep your cock just inside him as you adjust position. Lower your hands under his thighs and lift him into the air. Slide his quivering hole back onto you. Let gravity do most of the work as he feels himself accommodate every inch. Let him settle tight against your balls as he begs his lungs for each heavy breath he takes.
"It's so... it's so good, master... thank y--"
Fuck him again, up and down, thumping, slapping, wetting him with your juices, sliding into him like a cocksleeve. Grind into the tight little cheetah. Take him slow so he can gasp and moan as he pleases, then plow into him faster than he can breathe so his slippery little tongue hangs useless over his lips with every surge.
He can't take much more of your business. You need to take it easy soon, too, with him rubbing your cock raw like that in his deepest guts. You're tightening almost as much as him, anyway, and it feels like a good time to give him his reward.
Hold him tight. His ass is about to feel all of you.
Throw yourself the deepest yet, flatten him against your thrust, let your cock shove his insides out of the way, and let yourself go to the tune of your seed splashing and thumping into his stomach, anchoring deep and sticky in the middle of his body, dripping, glooping with your dick as you pull out long and gentle. Watch him give in as he cums, too, littler bits surging and splurting out his much smaller phallus, as white hot cum spills from his rear in stretched, satisfied strands, pouring out from farther inside than he can feel anymore.
Let the wet little cheetah go a second. Slip his blindfold off. Look into his moistened eyes and his ragged smile as he dangles in front of you, limp, happy, one more bit of begging on his tongue for you.
"Again?"