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It was dark.

That was about all that Tyler could say with any confidence. It was dark, but warm. There was carpet under his feet. Wherever he was, it wasn't a cell, it wasn't a dungeon. A quick sniff of the air gave no further hints. If anything, it smelled freshly clean. He squinted to see into the room, but found nothing. Pitch blackness. He wasn't sure if he should yell into the abyss or not. Perhaps he was alone, or perhaps someone was waiting for him to stir. Tyler didn't know, nor was he especially keen to find out. Neither answer was comforting.

His shoulders hurt. It took a moment for the young wolf to realize why. His arms were stretched over his head, and he'd obviously been hanging by them for some time. Tyler looked upwards, despite the darkness, to resolve that little mystery. If he stood up straight he could move his hands, rattling the chains tethering them to... whatever was up above. No metal was cutting into his wrists, though. Whoever put him here was going out of their way to make him comfortable. Maybe he'd had a good time last night.

Maybe they weren't expecting him to leave.

The lupine's mind started racing, piecing together the night before. He could remember taking the Uber to his usual pre-game bar on the main drag, grabbing a couple drinks with his friends there. He could remember telling them he wasn't going home alone that night no matter what, like he always said. He could remember leaving, walking his way to the first busy bar he could find, but then... but then what? He couldn't have blacked out that early. It wasn't that late when he started, the sun had barely gone down. Sure, Tyler had a tendency to get a little carried away, but it wasn't like he was ripping shots to pregame. Or did he? The whole thing was a blur.

What time was it, anyway?

Tyler swallowed, taking a breath. He shifted in his position a few more times, trying to get the blood to flow back up to his hands. A rush went to them followed by that painful shock of pins and needles as feeling returned to his digits. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know how he got there, he didn't even know when it was. Oh sure, waking up somewhere unfamiliar was, ironically, rather familiar to the predatorial wolf. It was a point of pride, even. Start the patrol and keep going until he managed to score a ride back to their place. At least when he didn't have to give them a little "encouragement." They usually weren't fit to drive on nights like that.

...oh shit.

Suddenly a whole lot of things made sense. He growled at himself. Dropped it in his own drink by mistake. Tyler couldn't act like he'd never made that little blunder before. Tray full of Jagerbombs, pop one in and make sure the right glass made it to the right person. Every once in a while, well. He ended up roofied by his own paw. At that point it was a total crap shoot where he might end up. One time he woke up at his parents' house because someone decided that "mom" was the most reliable number in his phone to call to let them know he was KO'd at the bar.

This, though. This made less sense. Why was he hanging there? Who took him home? Was this even home for anyone? Tyler sniffed around frantically, hoping to get a hint of another body, but found nothing. Gingerly, carefully, he stretched one leg out in front of him, reaching his toes out to feel for something, anything, that could give him a hint as to where he was. Finding nothing, the wolf started to swipe side to side, until he finally made contact with what felt like a soft fabric. It was loose, dangling. If he really reached as far as his limbs would take him, he was able to follow it upward to something solid. Soft, but solid.

A bed?

Unsure why he hadn't checked before, Tyler gave a careful push behind himself. There was a wall there, and not concrete or brick. Definitely smooth, definitely painted over. Okay. So he was in a bedroom. That was a good start. If he was in a bedroom, odds were pretty good he wasn't alone, and they were also good that he had just gotten in over his head with someone. He chuckled dryly to himself, hoping they were hot. Or, at least, not too ugly. Tyler had a reputation, dammit, the last thing he needed was some bridge troll going around talking about how they got with him.

Tyler ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth a bit to get the saliva flowing, swallowed once, and craned his head towards the bed to his left.

"...hey!" he said in a careful, but forceful, whisper.

No response.

"Yo. Wake up. Hey!" he said, voice growing stronger. "Hey!! You left me hangin' here! Get up!!"

Still no response.

Tyler was getting frustrated. "HEY! I ain't fuckin' around, my arms feel like they're gonna fall off. Get! The! Fuck! U-"

Suddenly a loud chunk of a click sounded, immediately followed by the lights going on. It was bright white, like a noontime sun, and the sudden change felt blinding to Tyler. He recoiled, closing his eyes tightly. Carefully, the wolf opened them up again, one at a time, trying to adjust to the abrupt shift from night to day. The shapes around him took form, and he could see that he was, indeed, in a fairly well-sized bedroom, though rather threadbare. That bed to his left was adorned with plain white sheets, the walls painted a dull blue, carpet under his feet grey. On the opposite side of the bed sat a nightstand with a lamp on it, and across the room on either corner sat a white door, both closed. Next to the door on the left was a clothes basket, white plastic. On the wall between the two doors sat a moderately-sized television, and beneath that a small stand with a game system on it. Other than that, the room was empty.

Now that he could see, Tyler quickly took stock of his position. His head whipped upwards, finally revealing what was holding him in place. Around his wrists sat a pair of handcuffs, though with leather around the actual cuffs themselves. The chain between them was longer than usual, and had been looped up and over a metal hook that appeared to be drilled straight into the plaster ceiling. It was curved sharply, making it easy to get the chain into it, but try as he might, Tyler couldn't jump and "toss" the chain back out. A look at his bare arms also left him with another revelation: Tyler was fully nude. His grey-furred body fully on display. For the first time in quite a while, the predator felt vulnerable himself.

Finally, the door opened, and in walked... a rather large tiger. A man.

Tyler swallowed. Fuck. It wasn't that the big feline was unattractive, far from it. That was what stole the voice from his throat. A new scene played out in his mind. A loopy young wolf, his brain in a fog from accidentally drugging himself. A big tiger offering him a ride "back to my place," more than happy to take advantage. The wolf, looser than usual, flirting right back and agreeing to it. Handcuffs and leather come out in the bedroom. Cue the porno music. Cue the predator becoming the prey.

"Uh... hey, uh, you ki-"

"Well! Good morning, sunshine," the tiger interrupted, with a light singsong to his voice. He was certainly a big guy, though not extremely so. Taller than Tyler by at least six inches, a strong frame, but no bulging muscles or thick midsection. He was dressed in a black tank that hugged tightly to him, and a pair of grey gym shorts that were much looser. There was no headfur to speak of atop his head. Tyler couldn't gauge age on the man. Obviously older than himself, he was barely allowed into bars to begin with, but by how much he couldn't say.

"What time is it?"

The tiger laughed. "Of all the questions..." he said, shaking his head in amusement. "It is... just before nine in the morning. You've been out for quite a while. I'm sure your shoulders must be sore."

Tyler grunted. "Yeah, erm, about that. Y' mind unhooking me here, dude? I feel like my hands are gonna come off."

Another laugh from the tiger. "No, no, we won't be doing that. At least not right now. First, we need to have a little talk."

A talk? The young wolf took a breath. "Oh, like... about last night? Yeah, hey, um... I dunno if I gave you the wrong idea or whatever, but like, whatever you and I did..."

"We didn't have sex, if that was what you were getting at," the feline interjected.

Of all the responses he could have gotten, that was far down on Tyler's expected list. Everything he had in the barrel to say, the excuses, apologies, and hollow promises for talking later, all of that fell out of his brain with a near audible clatter.

"We uh... we didn't?"

The tiger shook his head simply. "Afraid not. Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, but unlike some in this room, I'm not terribly interested in taking advantage of someone who's been drugged."

Tyler blanched. No way. "W... wait, hold on. It wasn't like th-"

"Quiet," the tiger cut him off yet again, his voice far more stern than before. "I've seen you around, son. You and everyone like you. Hopping from bar to bar, sweet talking anything with a hole you think you can jam your dicks into. Feed them drinks until they can't say no anymore." He narrowed his eyes. "And give them a little extra motivation if you're feeling impatient."

The wolf whined. "C... c'mon dude, I swear, I wasn't tryna do anything, I just thought, like, it'd help her rela-"

A sharp crack sounded as the tiger slapped Tyler across the face. It was a hard, stinging blow, though clearly not as hard as it could have been.

"I said quiet."

He continued, crossing his arms across is rather broad chest. "Don't insult me by thinking I'm too thick to know what I very much saw you do. I had been plotting ways to get that young girl away from you, but fortunately your own stupidity decided to step in and do it for me. It wasn't terribly difficult to talk the bartender into letting me drive you home."

Tyler paused, waiting to see if he should reply. He was breathing heavily now, tears wetting his eyes. "L... look man, just let me go, I promise, you'll never ever-ever see me again, I swear!"

That earned a humorless snort from his captor. "Oh I know I wouldn't. If I let you go, you'd toddle off into the night and find a new spot to prowl for victims." He waved a big hand dismissively. "And don't waste my time saying you'd never do it again, we both know better. You'd behave for a little while, but it wouldn't take long before you went right back to your old ways."

The wolf's chest heaved as he tried to process everything he was being told.

"B... but then... what are you gonna do?"

The tiger nodded. "Now we're getting to the nub of the matter. The way I see it, we need to make sure that, whether it's here or anywhere else, you'll be able to keep yourself under control. This means we need to fix the problem, and you certainly do have a problem. Or, I suppose I should say, two problems."

As he spoke, the tiger's hand reached down, using the tips of his fingers to lift Tyler's bared testicles.

The wolf instantly jolted his hips backwards, away from the feline's touch. In a rush, every restrained bit of panic let itself loose at once. He thrashed, kicked, and struggled with everything he had to get free.

"Fuck! What the fuck?!? Get away from me, you fucking psycho! Help! HEEEELP!!"

Tyler screamed his throat out, roaring as best as his young voice could, howling for help. The tiger, meanwhile, simply stood back and crossed his arms, looking vaguely amused but otherwise unbothered by his captive's outburst. He stood, watching the younger male kick at the air and yell until he was too exhausted to continue. Finally, Tyler slumped down, his arms taking his weight once again, panting.

"Got that out of your system?" the tiger asked, rhetorically. "Let me explain something. You're in the basement of a house that's a ten minute walk from the road. You can yell, you can holler, and you can cry for help all you want, but the only one who's going to hear you is me, so it might be in your best interests to relax and not wear yourself out by fighting."

Another pause hung in the air between them. Tyler was unsure what to say.

"Are... you gonna cut off, y'know..."

"Your balls?" the tiger finished Tyler sentence. The wolf nodded meekly, as if the words themselves stung.

The feline shrugged. "I certainly could. It wouldn't take very long, there'd be a bit of cleanup but I could have you back on your feet by morning and that would be that. Unfortunately, that wouldn't teach you much of a lesson. You see, it's easy for an addict to stay clean if you remove the temptation entirely, but until they're able to face that temptation head on and reject it, the bonds of addiction remain."

It took a moment before Tyler could get his voice back. His brain was swimming, his heart pounding. None of this made sense.

"I don't... I don't understand, dude... I don't have any money, if you just wanna fuck me..."

The tiger sighed. He slapped Tyler across the face again, eliciting an awkward yelp from the younger wolf.

"You're not listening."

"Then fucking tell me what you want!!" Tyler spat back, desperation in his voice.

The tiger leaned in, nearly nose to nose, his gaze flat. Cold.

"What I want is for you to learn that these..." he said, once again gripping Tyler by the genitals. "...are not weapons."

Tyler's whole body shuddered at the touch. His knees buckled in, which lowered his body and caused the chains on his wrists to pull tight. He whined, like a frightened pup, hips desperate to pull away.

"What does that even meeeeeeean?" the wolf boy nearly squealed, his voice getting more frantic, frightened. Small.

"Let me tell you how this is going to go. I will be keeping you here for the foreseeable future. Twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, I will come down here, and I will beat you. If you behave and take it like a grown wolf, I may consider shortening the lesson. Otherwise, it will be extended. This will continue until I am satisfied that you are no longer a threat to those around you. Then you will be free to go."

Tyler wasn't a fan of that explanation, and made his displeasure known by renewing his fighting efforts. He tried to pull himself up by his chained wrists, to kick at the tiger and let loose with a string of expletives and vague threats about what he'd do as soon as he got free. A harsh squeeze on his balls made him quiet down again, hunched and whimpering.

"Now that, my boy, is the kind of behaviour that guarantees a nice, long stay here, with lessons that stretch into the wee hours of the morning. Now," the tiger said, giving a pulse of a tighter grip. "Do you think you can calm down?"

His jaw clenched, and tears in his eyes once again, Tyler nodded frantically, just praying that would be enough to get the larger male to release him. Mercifully, it was, and Tyler's naked scrotum hung between his legs once more.

"Good! See? You're learning already," the big cat praised, using that same thick-fingered paw to stroke the wolf's cheek. "Now, I'm not a babysitter. I'm a busy man. You might have noticed there are no windows, and the door itself is steel reinforced, so don't get any funny ideas about breaking out. I work from upstairs in my office, so any attempts to sneak away would require you to go through the same room as me regardless. In between lessons, I'll be keeping you locked in here."

The tiger waited a moment to make sure his words were penetrating his "student's" skull. "Make no mistake, you are not leaving here unless I say so, but this isn't a prison and I'm no prison guard. During the day, I'm not going to be looking over your shoulder or spying on you, although there is a camera, just in case."

He nodded at the wall behind him. "The TV is connected to the internet, it's got pretty much anything you could care to watch. I've got games for you to play, and if you have any you'd like, feel free to let me know. I'll be bringing you your meals, and they'll be more than adequate. If you have favorite foods or things you particularly dislike, let me know as well. Lights will come on at 6 for breakfast and go out at 9 for bed. Think of this as... a stay at a posh rehab clinic."

Tyler looked down at the carpeted floor a moment. This room was nicer than his apartment. He wouldn't be paying for anything. And all he had to put up with was... no. No.

"Come ON, dude! You can't just keep me here! I don't give a fuck how many fucking games you give me! I'm n-"

"Tyler," the tiger said simply. It was enough to silence the younger male. "Yes, I know your name. Like I said, I've seen you around. I can keep you here, and I am keeping you here. Don't make the mistake of thinking you're my first guest here. Look around you. Consider the position you're in."

The wolf swallowed, his eyes scanning the room. His eyes locked onto that other door. The tiger hadn't said what was back there.

Seeing Tyler's gaze, the older male turned, then laughed. "Oh. Right. That's just the bathroom. Nothing fancy. You'll be taking a shower first thing in the morning, before the first lesson. After that will be breakfast. Lunch will be modest. Dinner after the evening lesson. I don't want you getting sick all over the carpet during the lessons."

The tiger crossed his arms again, looking around slowly. He seemed to be running through a list in his head, his lips subtly forming words. It was as if this was all a speech that he'd delivered before. It gave Tyler a sinking feeling in his stomach that he really wasn't the first one to stay here. He wondered how many had come before him. How many would come after.

Snapping his fingers, the tiger nodded. "Right. You may have noticed the clever design of that hook over your head. It's built that way for a reason. Those cuffs will be remaining on you for the duration of your stay. I've fitted your door with a buzzer to let you know when I'm coming. When you hear it, you have two minutes to come over and loop that chain over the hook in preparation for your lesson. Afterwards, I'll let you down again."

All of this was just too much for the young wolf's mind. He was in disbelief. This had to be a joke. A prank. Someone was trying to scare him straight. There was no way what he was hearing was true. He waited for the tiger to break character. To give him a laugh and a "just kidding," but none came. Nothing but cold, simple silence and a locked gaze that kept his stomach in a knot.

"Do you have any questions?"

Tyler thought hard on that. He only had one.

"...how long will I be here?"

The tiger hummed to himself, bobbing his head side to side. "That's all up to you, Tyler. If you catch on quickly, a few weeks, maybe a month. If you seem particularly stubborn, expect to be here for several months. I'm in no hurry to rush you out the door. After all, the last thing I'd want is to find you up to your old antics and then need to bring you back. Would reflect poorly on me. Anything else?"

Tyler hesitated. He fidgeted awkwardly in place, his toes digging into the carpet. It didn't take long for the tiger to catch on.

"I sense you have another question. C'mon. Out with it," he said, gesturing vaguely with one hand.

The wolf swallowed again. "What if I, like... am I allowed to, y'know..."

"...masturbate?"

Tyler winced, but nodded. This got a rather soft, almost sympathetic laugh from the feline. "For the first week, feel free to take care of yourself in the bathroom. After that, give or take a day depending on how ready you are, I'll do it for you."

Eyes wide, Tyler's ears folded down on his head and his whole body took on a more meek, sheepish posture. "...for me?"

The tiger hummed in the affirmative. "Yes. Remember, our goal here is to re-train you." Tyler didn't like how he said 'our' just then. As if this were some joint effort that they were both in agreement upon.

He continued. "So, that means not only seeing your testicles as no longer your point of strength, but it's not your decision when and how you get off. Once you're fully trained, then, you won't feel those familiar urges, nor the desperation that causes you to take the measures you have."

Tyler's jaw tightened as he listened. He hated the calm, clinical way the tiger spoke. Training. Lessons. Most of all, he hated how the feline made it all sound so reasonable and logical. He'd find a way out of here. Even if he had to put up with this bullshit for a few weeks. He'd smile, nod and say "yes, sir" if he had to, but so help him he would find a way to bust that tiger's fucking teeth in and get out.

"...fine."

The tiger nodded and clapped, rubbing his hands together. "Perfect! Then let's get started."

"Started?!?"

"Yes, started," the big cat said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and glancing at its screen. "It's nearly ten, we're way behind schedule. Besides, I'm sure you're starving and I don't want your breakfast getting cold."

There it was again, that casual demeanor. Before Tyler knew what was happening, the tiger wrapped his huge paw around the wolf's testicles again, and began to squeeze.

"Wait!! STOP!! AUUUH!!" Tyler howled, his hips bucking and jerking, muscles from fingers to toes tensing up as that awful pain began to settle in.

"Shh, settle down, Tyler," the tiger replied, his voice infuriatingly calm. "It's your first day, so this won't be a very long lesson."

The pressure mounted rapidly, with the tiger's strength making its presence known. Tyler shook, he wailed, every single nerve ending in his sensitive gonads was on fire. Oh sure, he'd been hit in the balls before in his life, but every time it was a single impact and he was left free to curl up and cradle himself. Now, all he could do was hang there, feeling both of those plump organs squashing and deforming in the feline's powerful mitt.

Seconds ticked by. Minutes. Tyler's screeches raised in pitch until they became jagged and broken. He couldn't believe the tiger still didn't let go. Every fiber in his body was panicking, trying to curl inward on himself and get his most tender organs free, but to no avail. The tiger had his nuts and he had them good.

"STO-HOOOP! PLEEEEEASE!"

As calm as ever, the older feline continued speaking into Tyler's pinned-down ear. "There you are. I know it hurts. It's okay. Let it out. Let it alllll out," he breathed, other arm stroking the young lupine's back as his first continued cruelly crushing his puppymakers.

Eventually it all became too much to bear, and Tyler broke down in halted, uneven sobs. He wheezed for breath and coughed in agony as he did, feeling as though he were about to vomit at any moment. Now he knew why the tiger said meals would be afterwards. Tyler's eyes clenched shut, his voice rasping from the effort of it. Still the tiger held tight, the poor boy's malehood feeling on the verge of rupturing completely.

Tyler continued to scream out as long as his throat let him, until he couldn't any more. His face continued to screw up and his mouth stayed wide open, but sounds began to fade. After what felt like an eternity, the tiger released him, and Tyler's entire weight slumped on his arms. He didn't care about the pulling on his shoulders and wrists, all his brain could process was the white-hot agony between his legs and the nausea in his belly.

The tiger moved with a precision and efficiency that only came from practice, carefully hoisting the wolf onto his shoulder, using the newly appeared slack in the chains to reach up and unhook them, depositing Tyler onto the bed, where he immediately curled into a sobbing ball, knees at his chest and hands buried between his thighs.

"Good boy," the feline praised, stroking Tyler's ears. "See, now that wasn't so bad. All you have to do is take it like a nice, well-behaved pup and I won't have to go any longer than necessary."

The tiger spoke, but the words wafted against Tyler's face and faded like puffs of smoke. He couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't think. All he could do was feel. Feel the swelling in his loins, the blood flowing back into them only making the pain worse. He made pitiful whimpers on the bed, feet kicking weakly and toes curling, praying for some way to make it stop.

Sitting beside him, the tiger kept on petting. "Okay, now I'll go get your breakfast. Eat up as soon as you feel better. You'll need your strength for later. Remote's on the table."

The sound of bare paws stepping on the floor signaled the tiger's exit from the room, but not long after he was back, and the smell of eggs, sausage, and maple syrup were following. He placed a tray table on the floor beside the bed so Tyler could see the full breakfast. Truth be told, the spread was impressive, were the agonized wolf in more of a position to appreciate it.

As he walked out, the tiger stopped, with another snap of his fingers to signal remembering something. "Right. There's a button on the nightstand by the lamp. If you need something, buzz me. Don't take advantage of it, though. If you start bothering me all day for no reason I'll shut it off, then when you really need it you'll be up a creek."

It took every last bit of strength he had, but Tyler managed to croak out one last question. "...who ARE you?"

Pausing in the doorway, the feline laughed. "Oh, now look who's being rude. Apologies for not introducing myself. Call me Mr. Cole for now. If you're a good enough boy, maybe you'll learn my first name later. Now rest up. Today was just the first day."

The door closed and loudly locked. Tyler's limbs refused to budge. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. It was like he was glued in place. There was no way he was going to survive even a week of this, let alone a month or more. He had to find a way out. He just had to.

But at least he had a good breakfast.