Bound Again
#2 of The Beast
This is an unexpected sequel to Bound for the Beast. Depictions of M/M sexual activity, including bestiality, are included in this work of fiction. If this is objectionable to you, or illegal in your area, stop reading now.
The athletic young cheetah opened his eyes on another day of faint mist, as the damp chill of the Highlands washed over him for the umpteenth time. How many days had it been since he had been raped by the Beast? Or had it been weeks since he was taken to the mountain cabin where he spent his nights? Time seemed to have little meaning in this place, and his lifestyle didn't change much from day to day. He ate whatever had been caught that day, and he did... well, these days he did whatever he was told for the most part.
David wasn't too obedient at first, of course. His instinct, when he awoke on that first night, was to run and try to find some help. His two friends (odd that he still thought of the pair of huskies as friends, but somehow he did) that had tied him up and offered him to the massive wolf were nowhere to be found on that first night. There were no locks or even knobs on the doors, which swung freely in the wind. Being a fast runner, he took his chance at freedom and headed down the mountain slope. That's when he learned that although he might be fast, the Beast was faster. He also discovered the unique sensation of being dragged home on the knot of a massive black wolf. That was his punishment for trying to escape: The further that David got away from the remote cabin, the more harsh the rape, and the longer his screaming and crying was on the trip back. After three attempts, the cheetah decided that attempting another method might be best. He tried showing his rebellion in other ways, like wearing his captors' clothes or barricading himself in one of the rooms. But it always ended up the same way; his Beast would break in with brute force and tear the clothes from the cheetah's struggling body. Then he would be shown exactly why he was required to be nude and 'accessible' at all times.
Every couple of days, his two husky friends... funny, for some reason he couldn't recall their names now. Anyway, his two husky friends would show up. David looked forward to this, because with all of the gentle chanting over his naked body and the careful cleaning and grooming of his fur, he felt like an object of worship. They never tied him up. They never raped him. Then again, they never had to. Despite what they did to the young man, he offered himself willingly to the canines. Those were the gentle nights, when even the Beast seemed to be mellowed by those lilting monotone phrases, and coaxed into a session of lovemaking, rather than claiming his offering roughly as was his normal tendency. The visitation of those canines was something that David yearned for, warring with his desire for freedom and a normal life.
Today was just another day. The huskies said that they wouldn't be back for at least another couple of days, so the cheetah was to be left to the Beast's tender mercies. At least the wolf's hunting prowess put meat on the table, and his keepers kept a large stockpile of tinder and logs by the hearth so that he didn't have to eat anything raw. The hand pumps provided clean spring water. What more could a wolf-bitch desire? David sighed softly. He couldn't muster the mental energy to formulate an escape plan today. Did that mean he was broken already? No, no, he just needed a break. He needed to lull the Beast into a false sense of security.
Convinced that conserving his energy was the best plan for the moment, David took care of his morning routine. The outhouse was cold, and so were the leftovers from last night's catch. The shower was even colder than the ambient temperature of the house. Quickly the feline stoked the fire and curled up on the bearskin rug. Moisture glistened off of each raised strand of fur, as the cheetah shivered his way to dryness. When the heat reached his bones, David actually started to relax. His nostrils were filled with the scent of burning birch and pine. The smoke was almost hypnotic. Something in the back of his mind was crying out, trying to warn him that there was only one reason that the canines would prepare the wood themselves instead of making the cheetah gather his own. That faint cry of reason was drown out by the warm, gentle buzz brought on by the vapors that the cat inhaled with each breath. He stretched out on his belly, clawing absently at the thick pelt that helped trap the heat between his body and the floor.
The crackling of the fire masked his movements, and the thick haze of aerosolized drugs and burning hardwood masked his scent. All the big black wolf cared about was that his bitch was now dry and well presented. His sudden pounce from behind took the cheetah totally unawares. The bitch squirmed and struggled under the lupine's massive weight... but that just made his rump wriggle and his muscles flex. The Beast snarled and pinned David against the bearskin, his dripping ebony member poking and prodding under-tail until the tip found a hot little pucker to push against.
David's clouded mind was racing. He was too weak to get away, and he was suddenly sobbing too hard to get a decent breath inside of his lungs. It was time to give up again, or else he would really get hurt. Squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lower lip, the cheetah planted all four paws and just raised his rump a fraction. When the oozing tip of that lupine spike touched his tailstar, David bore down to let it in, like a good little bitch. The weight of muscle and fur on his back surged forward, pushing eight slick tapered inches into David all in one go. The feline screamed weakly, fighting for breath, forced to pant openly now.
To an outsider, the entire mating took only a few minutes. But the Beast had no concept of time, only pleasure. And to David, the surging, pistoning wolf dick seemed to be an eternal entity in and of itself. It filled his ass so brutally... so perfectly, and those moments were the things that filled the cat's nightmares and dreams, forever. He didn't even notice his own needy cock plowing sticky furrows into the bearskin below him. No matter how his mind revolted against the concept, the cheetah's body absolutely loved this. When his Beast's knot started to form, David could only tilt his rump up and mewl loudly. His reward was to have his posture pummeled down until the wolf's swinging black orbs were roughly slapping against the back of the cat's tender sac.
Then came the thrust that David feared, and loved. When the wolf could only just barely force his swelling knot into the abused tailstar of his bitch, and he snarled at his impending victory. The cheetah sobbed and let his head hang, exposing his neck for the mating bite that followed just a fraction of a second later. The Beast tugged back on his little bitch and popped his fleshy bulb into the cat, allowing it to quickly swell to the size of an orange and lock them together. That didn't stop the rough hunching, the feral grinding of hips and thighs and ballsacs as the wolf seeded David, and David quietly spurted his cream into soft rug that been stained so many times before.
As he lost consciousness, the cheetah mostly forgot the routine that got him into this predicament. What he needed was a nap before lunch. Then maybe he'd relieve himself, and have a shower. He'd dry off in front of the fire... that would be nice and relaxing! David thought about maybe planning an escape. But not today. And not tomorrow. No, tomorrow he needed to take a break from all of his escape attempts. And not the next day, the huskies would be here! He smiled at the thought. But the day after that, he would defiantly plan his escape. After he had a good breakfast and a shower...