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The panther stud languishes in his chains. His hefty arms are pulled up loosely by heavy iron manacles, away from his mighty body. He shifts about uneasily, seeking to make himself comfortable. He has been blindfolded, made unaware of his surroundings and, more pressingly, the other man present.

Eager eyes gaze at the cat in chains, behold the powerfully shaped, unmistakably manly body hung bare. The panther's chest is completely exposed, revealing thickly protruding pecs, gorgeously defined abs and a fine pair of charcoal colored nipples, still soft in the cold air. The eyes see the prize and a half dozen footsteps signal to the panther that someone approaches. He seizes defensively as best he is able. His chest still is bare and upon his bare chest, he feels warmth from heavy palms.

The panther gasps as the touch of another's hands upon his half-naked body. The hands clasp at his pectorals; they comfortably cup the muscle with ease and each finger presses in on the hard flesh, testing the strength and rigidity of the panther's sculpted torso. They sink in just a tad, discomfiting the chained feline, but his body resists the pressure very well. The heavy muscle cresting the panther's chest tightens and grows firm at the intimate touch, pulling itself taut in response to the naked aggression put forward against it. The feline captive's heart begins to race as he is fondled.

When the hands are satisfied with their probing, they become as gentle as leaves upon grass. Pointed nails ever so slightly rake at the thin, sable fur atop the panther's pecs, caressing them with a wind-like tickle. The skin beneath that fur senses that motion and grows in sensitivity to it. The more he is touched, the more the musclebound panther enjoys it.

The fondling attention shifts from the full appreciation of muscle to the precise admiration of the natural bullseyes that lay upon the hard flesh. Fingertips gingerly rake the nipple-tips, forcing them to become wider and harder. The massive cat shifts about in his bonds, feet clapping upon cold stone as arousal builds in his blood. His agitation beckons the fingers to become more assertive, tending to the erect flesh with great enthusiasm. Thumptips pull down, stretch the nipples with simple flicks that enthuse the captive cat more than he would believe possible. His nipples remain the focus, enduring mild torment of pulling, twisting and pinching by deft hands. While delicate, they are relentless; the panther's tits are made sore and beneath the pitch black skin, red as a boiled lobster.

The bound man groans and writhes as he is played with. His jaw opens wide loosing loud, mournful mewls. His fingers clench into tight fists above the manacles and his toes crinkle along the stone floor. His muscles tense up, hardening his the delightfully shaped physique. Between his legs, his subtle bulge grows in size, perking up the fabric that hides his manhood. His body is held captive by fingertips clinging to the tips of his chest and for him, there is no relief from either the pain or the arousal and the hands take their time in their use of the panther until a particular moment. They leave the cat momentarily. Heavy footsteps echo behind the captive and the fondling resumes shortly thereafter.

But now, the slight presence of the hands instantly becomes a whole body now pressed tight to the panther's backside. A body much like his own, manly and powerful, presses up against him. He feels a silky soft mess of fur on the back of his head and the unmistakable, masculine scent of a lion enters his nose. A powerful, rippling leonine male wraps his mighty arms fully about his captive, his palms clasping the panther's pectorals once more, but there is greater warmth and a fuller grasp. The lion growls as he holds muscle, lowering his head down to meet the panther's ears. He speaks.

"My, what a beautiful body you have, you studly panther."

The lion's nipples press into the panther's backside, letting the feline in bondage know the true extent of his captor's interest. The prying hands remain pressed upon the captive's chest, but they fall lower, down to his stomach. The panther's abs are smaller, but are as tough as his pecs. Curious fingers dig through the curves, feel out the most intimate spaces of the bound male's musculature. The lion, so enticed by the panther's fine body, presses his muzzle down further and plants his lips upon the panther's neck. As his hands work to feel, his mouth kisses fondly.

"Such a fine man you are," the lion whispers between his lavishing. "So powerful, so fit. You are a glory for me to know."

The panther sweats as he is teased. His breath runs hot and quick and every breath forces his rippling chest to flex, demonstrating fully the physical prowess his massive torso possesses. As much as the lion would enjoy seeing it, he is in the far superior position of feeling it. Captive muscle moves by his whim and every inch of the panther's studly form is known to him. Still, there is more to the captive male and the lion and his lust soon become interested elsewhere.

"What have you got down here, kitty?"

His grabby hands finish cradling the delectable stomach curves and drift down. The panther struggles momentarily, but soon acquiesces to the lion's desires. Powerful hands soon clasp the entire space between his legs. The panther's shaft protrudes thickly against his pants. Two fingers reach down to probe his nuts. The panther's sac has taken on a rigid feel and contour. They are aroused like the rest of the stud. The lion reaches down the full length of his hand and cups them more fully, fat things that they are, and feels the sheer heft of them. They must be filled to bursting.

By now, the panther has been stripped of all composure. He writhes around as much as his chains permit, growling like the masculine, horny beast that he is. His body is burning hot to the touch and his glans leaks pre like a sieve, soaking the place in his pants where his head is nestled. The lion licks his lips, smiling as he feels that wetness on his fingertips. There is far more to be done with this stud and both felines are in the mood for it.