Bound for the Beast
#1 of The Beast
Bound for the Beast
Disclaimer: 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.
David took a deep breath of the crisp, slightly damp mountain air. It almost tasted and smelled like the breeze that wafts in before a big snow storm. Luckily, the sun was shining today, showing off the cat's pretty black rosettes and fluffy white chestfur. It danced over the red, green, and black kilt that the cheetah had wrapped around his slim hips this morning.
So far, David's vacation to the Highlands had been wonderful. He had spent his first day being pampered at a lodge with excellent spa facilities. Then it was a short trek into the small town of Glen Sharus to meet up with a couple of friends, both huskies who he had known for years over the Internet. Last night, after having some fun, they had made a suggestion. They thought that the cat should make a traditional pilgrimage from Glen Sharus to Dun Connor, a castle high up the wooded mountain face. Apparently the young men of the village would set out at noon, dressed only in the colors of their tartan, with the intent of making the castle before nightfall. It was their right of passage. The cheetah thought that this would be a great challenge, and agreed to give it a try!
The first hour of trekking through the somewhat rocky woodland was a bit difficult, as the cat was bare-pawed and his feet seemed to find every stone. But he was well into his third hour now, and David was really making time. It was a good thing too, because he was feeling a little bit ill-at-ease. A quarter mile back, he could have sworn that he heard an eerie, high pitched laughter wafting through the trees on an unnatural breeze. The feline wasn't particularly superstitious, but he didn't believe in taking chances with things that he didn't understand either.
It was the snap of an evergreen branch that made the cheetah freeze, ears perked. A muffled laugh, deep and possibly even guttural sounding, came from behind him... RIGHT behind him. Being a cheetah, he probably could have outrun whatever it was; however he was compelled, forced to turn around... but there was nothing. David's neckfur puffed out. The fine hairs along his spine and tail were well and fully raised as a chill passed through the cat. "What the fu..."
The scent registered before he could finish his statement. Far too late. David went right from scared to woozy, his blurred vision picking out the broken pig's bladder on the ground, spilling out its clear drug over the pine needles. The foul concoction vaporized into the air all around him. He tried to take a half step. But his knees gave out at the same time as his vision. The last thing the cat heard was the harmony of high pitched mirth, intertwined with a bass chuckle, punctuated by a sudden, victorious howl.
The fog cleared. The first thing that he noticed was that it was colder now. The setting sun dimly met the parting of David's eyes, which he opened with no small amount of effort. Instead of smelling the harsh anesthetic, the cat now detected his own scent: Fear, sweat, and his arousal. The first two wafted up from the kilt that was pillowed under his head and neck. The last from the pink hardon that was raging above his churning yellow and while balls.
Confused, panicked, the cheetah tried to take stock of his situation. His arms were tied above his head, secured to something heavy enough to keep him from lifting them at all. Strong, muscled legs were firmly secured in stirrups, forced lewdly apart so that the cat was fully exposed. The ropes disappeared beyond the torchlight, he had no idea what they were secured to. He cried out, weakly, the sounds pitiful as they echoed back at him. The reality of his situation hit him all of a sudden. Naked, spread-eagled, rear hanging off of a low altar of some sort, in a grove miles from civilization. He probably would have stained his white bellyfur with yellow at that point, if he hadn't been so aroused for some reason.
Then the next slick, warm lapping of his twitching tailhole spelled out that reason in great tactile detail.
David screamed, but the fear welling up from his chest and belly made it come out more like a girlish whimper. He couldn't even struggle; his ropes only had enough give to allow the cheetah's slim hips wriggle a tiny bit, as his well muscled legs twitched in mid air. The high pitched sound resulted in a deep growl from the creature between his legs. It's spittle ran down the underside of the feline's tail, which had also been weighted down a bit to assure full exposure during the sacrifice.
The mounting was a slow process that the captive could only observe in a sort of thrilled horror. Cock was nothing new to this feline, but not with a beast... a huge wolf. He knew this when those lupine eyes met his. When the eager, black-coated beast crawled his way over the creamy white thighs of his bitch, bellyfur dragging over David's throbbing dick. The cat was almost thankful for the warmth, but gratitude was replaced by horror as a long, warm wetness dragged it's way up the underside of his tail.
But it wasn't one tapered dick that the spotty sacrifice was introduced to, but three. From his left and right, two figures in black robes stepped up to the helpless cat's shoulders. They were chanting in low tones, a musical language that David wouldn't have understood under the best of conditions. Robes were divided, flanking the cheetah with slick, jet black, veined and knotted fucktools. Paws reached out from either side to press down on David's forehead, as in if in benediction. In realit, they heald his head very still. As the chanting picked up, contact was made: Two incredibly hot and plump dickheads running through the cheetah's spotted cheekfur just as the wolf found his mark and started eagerly feeding his tapered spike into twitching feline tailhole.
The cat mewled breathily, caught up in the ritual, caught up in the spreading of his sphincter to the mastery being presented to it. The wolf mounting him was neither slow nor careful, crawling up the last eight inches in a couple of seconds, hilting his sacrifice. David cried out from the sensation of being filled with amazingly hot wolven shaft while soft bellyfur dragged over his own needy member. Upon hearing the protest and exaltation of the feline, the canid paws that weren't holding the cat's head reached out of the sleeves of those black robes. They started jerking rapidly over their own arousals, milking precum across David's whiskers.
The alpha male's hips started to rise and fall quickly, sawing the black heat through twitching tailstar and dragging it over the cheetah's aching prostate. The chanting that urged the beast on became ragged, as David's cheeks were drenched with the natural canine lube of his excited captors. David was panting, open mouthed. His tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own as it repeatedly curled from the sides of his muzzle, licking over each of the cockheads buried in his cheekfur. The scents, the throbbing dicks, and his full rear caused the cheetah to abandon everything but the hedonistic pleasure of being mated, being tied up and used as the forest creature's bitch.
And like a bitch, the spottycat was about to be bred. The ability to shift his hips slightly provided proof that the sacrifice had been broken: David was moaning wildly as he worked fuzzy, widely spread asscheeks over the thick new swelling that needed a warm, tight home. The wolf above him pressed forward, forcing David's hole wide for a few seconds until his mighty knot popped in beyond any resistance the feline could muster.
Three ebon puppymakers errupted within a couple of seconds of each other, and three howls filled the air. David felt his rear being pumped full of wolfcum, and his ears flattened against his skull. He came to the realization that he was there for the pleasure of his canine and lupine masters, just as the first jets of dog seed shot across his cheeks, dribbled over his lips and tongue, and flowed down his chin and neck. As the two anthro captors started rubbing their spraying dicks all over his face, flattened ears, and the bridge of his muzzle, David tumbled over the edge. With a ragged mewl, the spotted feline stained his bellyfur, hind legs twitching uncontrollably in their bonds.
The last thought that drifted through David's head before he passed out was one of revelation: He had tasted this exact husky-seed before. Some friends are better than others.