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Adrian the bat woke on his back to the odd smell mix of cooking bacon and cigarette smoke. He groaned and tried to turn over, thinking he'd washed up at his uncle's place after last night's "festivities." Then he realized he couldn't move. His eyes shot open. The water-stained stucco ceiling wasn't his bedroom's nor that of anyone he usually crashed with. The restraints were especially unusual. His hands and feet were cuffed in leather lined with soft material. Cords above and beneath him kept him spread in a horizontal sun salutation resting on a couch, stretching his membrane wings to their fullest. Whoever tied him up had been nice enough to give him a plush blanket but not nice enough to dress him at all. His fluffy fur brushed against the fabric as he tried to work himself free. As the hangover fog cleared, his initial panic inferno died to a campfire.

Adrian sighed. Yep. He'd volunteered for this. Sort of. The night at The Unfinished Basement, one of his go-to bars of ill repute, came back piece by piece. He'd made a couple deliveries, sold some molly and coke in the bathroom off the cuff, then called it a night and went fishing. Well, more like he put himself on the end of hook and wiggled around on the floor in ripped jeans and a homemade cropped tank for a while hoping to get bit. And quite the bites they were.

Adrian used a favorite tactic of his that night. He had it down to a science.

1. Find the stud you want to bone, catch his eye and give him some hints. The usual, bedroom eyes, sending drinks, talk for a bit.

2. Excuse yourself for something; you need a new drink, take a shit, smoke, doesn't matter.

3. On the way there, find a good B target, someone you could also see yourself boning.

4. Follow through with your excuse. On the way back, stop and talk up stud B. Make damn sure the A target sees you making eyes for him. (That particular night: Adrian got off a full-on caress along stud B's bicep.)

5. That really drives stud A mad. Of course, stud A can't really get furious. They're both strangers. You do just enough to trigger a territorial instinct. The stud A's that inevitably approach you after that are sure to fuck you like the animals they are. And if not, stud B can still give a good time.

6. Get fucked into oblivion.

Adrian's plan went off just as normal that night until the twist. Stud A walked over shortly after the aforementioned bicep touch. Adrian was fully ready for the usual passive aggressive confrontation, followed by the winner leading him out of the club, hand cupping his ass. Instead, the two studs tucked arms around each other. Amazing. Snagged by a couple.

Despite their initial roughness, leading him out of the club with claws almost digging into his arms, they didn't kill him. Instead, they gave Adrian exactly what he wanted/deserved.

Bleary memories of being spit-roasted resurfaced. They'd lifted Adrian's slender twink body fully off the ground, rough padded paws gripping his arms and legs. A thick canine cock pushed deep down his throat, pressing his knot against Adrian's lips with each thrust. An even larger dick thrust in and out of Adrian's hole. The canine had pinched Adrian's nose at one point, cutting off all air. He'd chuckled as the bat started to thrash and moan. The cock in his ass picked up speed, driving heat from Adrian's prostate to his dick. A few strokes and Adrian's orgasm painted his fur. The canine released the bat's nose shortly before unleashing cum down his throat. Adrian was too busy trying to breathe again to swallow it all. They punished him thoroughly for that.

As that scene replayed, Adrian was of two minds: "I need to get the fuck out of here before they push too far and really hurt me" and "Christ that was really fucking hot."

Smelled like one of his catches was making breakfast. Adrian craned his neck towards the smell as best he could. Peaking over the cushions of the couch were a pair of gray wolf ears and a few wisps of smoke. Adrian couldn't remember his name. Hadn't really come up in the conversation.

"Hey chef, I don't remember agreeing to be strung up like this."

"Aye! Little Squeaker's awake." He said chuckling at his own sparkling wit. Adrian remembered receiving that nickname last night with great annoyance. "Sleep well?" The wolf asked.

"Sure thing." Adrian said without inflection. "Didn't even have to stretch when I woke up. I feel plenty limber already."

The wolf chuckled deep in his chest. "'That right?" Adrian heard the sound of a pan clattering into the sink, then plodding footsteps approaching the couch. He started to breathe a little quicker, getting air while he still could.

The wolf rounded the corner and loomed down at the bat, a plate of bacon in one hand, cigarette in the other. He stood no less than two heads taller than Adrian, with a packed chest and lean muscular limbs. They stretched his camo tank taut. His fur was thick and shaggy, gray dappled with silver. He regarded the bat with heavy lidded eyes, chewing.

"Hey man, you know me. I'm into plenty of shit. But...I thought we had an agreement last night," said Adrian, trying to sound casual. He remembered they did set up some sort of safe word/hand signal, but he couldn't dredge it out of the mire of other horny memories. He also couldn't help but flick his eyes down to the wolf's drawstrings where a particularly large fold in the fabric just twitched.

The wolf swallowed, took a long drag, blew the smoke down towards Adrian's face. The bat's eyes watered. "Funny. I don't remember much of that." He said showing his sharp teeth in a grin. With his other hand, he hooked a claw in the blanket and slid it off Adrian. The fabric barely made a sound against his soft, fluffy, very exposed fur.

Adrian swallowed. "Look dude, I've got a bitch of a hangover and..."

"Want something to eat, squeaker?" The wolf interrupted. Adrian didn't need more than a single guess too know where this was going as the bulge grew larger. To his mild surprise, the canine plucked a piece of bacon off the plate and lowered it towards Adrian's mouth. The thick slice dripped grease onto his lips, which Adrian licked away involuntarily. It tasted amazing. Adrian realized he was mad hungry after that night. On the other hand, He wanted nothing less than for this dumbass to see him begging.

"Well genius, I'm a fucking fruit bat so..."

"Ha! You can say that again." He chuckled, tossed the slice in the air, and snapped it out of its arc.

As he chewed, Adrian tried asking casually. "So, uh...where's the other guy?" He didn't remember much about him. Just that he was a feline of some sort and that he was much smarter and more cordial than this mutt. He also remembered green eyes glowing in the dark. Maybe bringing him out here wasn't the best idea. Still, this other guy was clearly power tripping and that could go poorly.

"Ash is still sleepin'. It's just you and me, squeaker." He said lowly. "Hang on, I'll find you something to eat." He set down the bacon on the coffee table and loomed over Adrian, smirking like he'd caught a rabbit in a trap.

And there it was. The wolf tugged down the waistline of his sweats and popped out his rising red erection.

"Come on man. At least let me brush up..." Adrian started. Then, the wolf flopped the length across Adrian's eyes, forcing them shut. "...first."

The wolf slapped his cock against the bat's forehead. Adrian felt the weight of it, grimacing. The wolf slapped it there a few more times for good measure.

"Open your mouth, bat." The wolf said in a gravelly sing song. "Tongue out."

Adrian shook his head. The wolf placed his paw pads on the bat's nostrils and pressed down. With his jaw clamped shut and his pulse racing, Adrian ran out of air fast. He gasped. The fleshy head pressed its way past his lips. Bitter pre painted his tongue. Adrian whined involuntarily. He pushed back with his tongue and squeezed his lips. Bad move. The wolf hummed through his chest with pleasure and shoved further in, filling the bat's cheek.

"Come on, squeaker," the wolf growled, pushing in and out slightly, "This will be a lot less painful if you work with me here." Adrian thought about biting his fangs down but then the wolf drifted his paw across the bat's throat, reminding him of the claws inside. He sighed mentally and wrapped his tongue around the cock-head. Whatever. Forced fellatio was better than dying. Adrian was no stranger to sucking like his life depended on it.

The wolf moaned and sighed at the contact. Adrian applied suction and worked the head gently with his mouth. "Fuck yeah, squeaker." The wolf said. He adjusted his position, placing his left knee in the couch beside Adrian's bound arms while keeping his right leg on the ground. Adrian didn't like where this was going. Straddling him this way, the wolf's balls hung swaying over Adrian's eyes. He wanted nothing more than to elbow this son of bitch in his stupid sack, but the bonds were pro grade.

After last night, Adrian knew deep-throating would make him upchuck what little acidic slurry there was in his stomach. He amped up the suction, pumping the wolf's head like a heartbeat. Intermittently, he paused to swirl his tongue around the edge of the corona or flutter against the frenulum. (Adrian may have been a drop-out stoner but he did his research.) He tried everything to get the horny canine to just cum and be done with it. Unfortunately, the wolf had more endurance than Adrian hoped.

Adrian could just barely see the mutt's tongue lolling out in ecstasy. Droll landed on the bat's black chest fur. His keen ears heard the wolf panting, getting more feral. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

The wolf pulled back then practically dropped his hips on Adrian's face. The bat barely had time to relax his tongue and open his throat before seven inches of pulsing cock shoved past. He gagged and moaned high.

"Aaahh...fuck yeah..." The wolf sighed. He followed it up with a steady thrusting rhythm. "Fuck yes. That's the throat I dreamed of. So wet and warm..." The wolf increased the pace, panting. Adrian's eyes were shut as he winced and did his best not to heave. Tears started. His sonar sense told him the wolf's eyes were closed too. The canine had lost any sense he had. Here was a hole for him to breed. Adrian feebly tried to constrict again. Whether it was to push the wolf out or suck him off, Adrian didn't know. His own senses had gone in a haze. A feral urge has risen in him too. His cock was definitely feeling the heat, rising and leaking pre. The sensible part of him yelled wake the fuck up you kinky bastard! This lobo is going to choke your lights out!

The wolf's balls slapped Adrian's flat wet nose in an increasing tempo. Plap plap plap. Adrian thought dully that he heard some other tempo, a deeper thudding somewhere far off. Must be his own heart in his ears. At this point, the wolf had opened Adrian's throat and mouth so much, he was hilting, popping his knot in and out of his cheeks. One paw lay over Adrian's throat. He was massaging his own cock as it bulged Adrian's neck. The bat whimpered, torn between the misery of the abuse and the erotic bliss of being used. He loved the feeling of the veins, hot with blood, pressing against his tongue and palette. He didn't love the way his arms were tugged painfully over his head with every violent thrust. Still, even the pain of his throat being stretched was hot. He felt like his brain was melting into submissive mush. His eyes fluttered open. It seemed darker than it should be. Maybe he was losing consciousness.

The beast's grunts became growls, getting louder as the wolf approached orgasm, shoving deep as he could into Adrian's throat. Out, In, growl. Out, in, growl. Then, one loud growl pitched up into a yelp. Adrian felt the canine cock slide out of his throat into his mouth as a force pulled on the wolf's tail. He got what felt like his first breath in minutes. Brain solid again, Adrian focused on his sonar sense. Waves pinged off a massive figure now standing behind the wolf, one hand gripping the canine's tail, the other now sneaking underneath towards his ass. The other man, a tall, muscled panther, who Adrian now remembered was named Ashvik, his Stud A last night, stood behind the wolf.

Adrian's vision swam back. The first thing he saw was a large paw with sleek black fur placed on the wolf's white ass. Two fingers, slicked with something shiny, worked their way inside the wolf's hole, prompting another pained yelp. From the hand, Adrian's eyes traced the lines of veins to the tautly muscled forearm to his bicep and on to his chest. The cougar's pristine white t-shirt was pressed flush against his rounded pecs and abs. Other than the shirt, he wore only black boxer-briefs just as sleek as his fur. The big cat's face was round but hard. His jade eyes glinted beneath heavy brows. His expression was cold and placid as he gave his fingers a cruel twist.

The wolf gasped and grabbed the back of the sofa for support. Adrian tasted a spurt of pre.

"Oh, my apologies. Am I interrupting something, Luke?" His voice was smooth, cold and deep reminding Adrian of the last echoes of wind in a cavern.

"I...I...I'm..." The wolf, Luke, was gasping, trying desperately to say anything while Ashvik's fingers did God knows what in his rectum. "Sir, I can...stop...if..."

"No please, carry on." Everyone was still for a moment. Adrian was entirely unsure about what to do. It felt almost like he wasn't there. The canine cock was softening in his mouth.

"You...you know I can't with..."

"Oh yes you can." Ashvik pressed his fingers forwards steadily. Luke cried out but pushed forwards in response down Adrian's throat again. The bat moaned. "Do you think my training was for nothing? Finish what you started, you mangy beast."

And so, the fucking resumed under Ashvik's direction. The wolf, Luke, was now pushing rope. He panted and moaned pitifully as the older, feline dom pulled him back and forth by his prostate. Adrian felt spurt after spurt of pre hit his uvula. He gagged and flexed his arms, trying to pull himself further up the couch. If this bitch was going to gush like that, Adrian at least wanted to get it down right away.

"See Luke? We have found a good pliant boy." Ashvik said. "You don't have to be such an animal." He reached his other hand under the wolf's legs and cupped the hanging balls in his paw. Luke began breathing fast.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"I am sorry, what?" Adrian saw a single claw unsheathe and ever so gently trace the skin between the wolf's balls.

Luke swallowed. "I'm sorry Sir."

"Good. You should be. Now..." Ashvik retracted the claw and squeezed the wolf's groin. Luke cried out. "...get it out of your system you filthy mutt." Despite his pain, the wolf picked up the pace.

Adrian was entirely unsure what he felt about this. This could absolutely be a frying pan to fire situation but...Jesus, he wondered if the heat was worth it. He wouldn't say no to that total stud giving him some attention after this. He gave the wolf's flaccid cock some licks within his mouth. Time to finish this dog off and get some air. Adrian dug deep and sucked again, pulling the loose fleshy head of the cock down then released it gently. He repeated, feeling the girth return, filling his mouth again. The wolf's whimpers slowly turned to moans.

"I'm getting impatient. Weren't you so eager before? Cum in one minute or you don't cum for a month." said Ashvik as he tugged the wolf back and forth faster.

That made Luke desperate. Adrian felt his own dick rise with the pounding. He didn't know if he wanted to help him or hinder him. His mouth seemed to be working on its own, milking and licking the thick wolf cock.

"15 seconds." The thrusts became mad. Adrian moaned as the erection shoved deep back into his still sore throat. The wolf panted and scrunched his eyes.

"5..." Luke pounded Adrian's throat at break-beat tempo.

"4..." Ashvik's clamp on the canine's groin tightened.

"3..." Spittle painted Adrian's torso.

"2..." The wolf's knot shoved fully into the little bat's mouth.

"1..." Semen shot right into Adrian's stomach. The wolf gasped and pushed deeper with each pulse of ejaculation. Adrian's eyes rolled back in his skull as he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He wasn't sure if he'd came as well with how wet his crotch was. Excess cum spurted out of Adrian's nose. The wolf sighed as the last waves of orgasm sent shudders through him.

"Th...Thank...Thank you...Master." He panted.

"Mmhmm." Ashvik's fingers remained in Luke's rear, but he let go of his balls. He knelt and gently pinched one of Adrian's large bat ears near a piercing. "Adrian? I want you to start sucking again."

Adrian blinked. "Wha..what?" Asked Luke still trying to catch his breath.

"Suck." The panther's voice was deadly cold. "Now."

Adrian thought: Christ! Alright psycho. Fuck this guy anyway and gave the wolf's dick a couple PSI of suction. Luke howled in pain, trying to reel back. Ashvik's powerful arm kept him forward.

"You need a lesson in cordiality." The panther said, snapping his other paw up to clamp down on the wolf's muzzle. "When you take more than you're given, you get more than you wanted." Adrian fluttered his tongue causing the wolf whine and snarl. Adrian couldn't deny feeling the pleasure of revenge. He went back to sucking the retreating cock in and out, driving the wolf insane. Luke struggled. His foot thumped on the ground like a rabbit. His back arched. He whimpered and cried. It went on like this for minutes.

Finally, he shot a jet of wet pre (or...post? Adrian wondered.) into the bat's mouth. Luke went limp. He fell back into Ashvik's arms. The panther pulled his fingers out of the wolf's rectum with a slicking sound. Ashvik steered the barely standing canine toward the coffee table.

"On your knees, mutt." Luke obeyed. It seemed unconscious. Ashvik pushed Luke's face down by his scruff, reached under the table and produced ropes. He tied the wolf's arms behind his back. All Luke could do was pant heavily as his cock dribbled onto the floor. All Adrian could do was watch mesmerized as the panther pulled out a wooden paddle. The horny bat had had plenty of kinky sex before. This though...this was a new level for him.

"Now. How many of my rules have you broken, Luke?"

To be continued...