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3.8k words, m/m anthro, cuntboy sub. Contains: bondage, dubious consent, knotting, non-consent, kidnapping, violence

The sub tied under Valen was perfect. The puppy's soft lips were quivering, stretched around the o-ring, coated with drool. His wide eyes were looking up, expectantly, at Valen. He knelt in silence, as spit tracked down his fur, trickling uncomfortably below his collar. Valen had the leash taunt, wrapped around a thick fist, and yanked it every so often to keep the poor puppy in headspace.

"Precious thing..." He cooed, bending down to examine his prize, weeks of work laid out before him. He tilted his pup's head, side to side, dragged a pointed claw over his nipple, forcing out a keening whimper. Valen dipped his fingers further, trailing them down from sternum to the bottom of his stomach, and lower, flicking his clit, harsh enough to make him moan. Satisfied, he straightened himself.

He tugged the leash once more, pulling his puppy's perfect face to his groin. Without a second of hesitation, the puppy took the soft head of the cock in his open mouth, carefully teasing the slit, taking more and more each time he bobbed his head, six inches, eight, ten, still not quite enough, especially as Valen's thick cock hardened from fourteen to eighteen inches, hardly able to fit itself through the pup's large ring gag.

But he took it, inch by inch, no whining or gagging, even as his throat bulged and constricted. He began to rock himself back and forth, letting the thick cock fuck his tight throat, his muscles contracting around its length. His eyes were teary as he continued, and eventually Valen took ahold, tightly, of his hair, and dragged him, forward and back like nothing more than a fleshlight, panting and groaning as he pushed deeper in. The pup closed his wet eyes and whimpered- even after training, he dreaded this part. With one last staggered thrust, Valen had sheathed himself fully, groaning as he came, holding the pup's head with both hands to keep him still as he spurted hot strings of cum down his throat. The base of his cock began swelling obscenely, stretching the puppy's soft cheeks as the knot rose. When it was all over, the pup was trapped on the thick cock, throat fluttering, breathing heavily through his nose as Valen pet his hair.

"Good boy..." Valen sighed, rubbing a thumb over the pup's cheek to feel the outline of his knot. He remembered the very first time he did this, how he would gag and sputter, and eventually pass out around his cock, even easier to manuever, to fuck.

Valen missed it.

When the knot went down, Valen was quick to snap his fingers, indicating his pup to present himself. He did, with some lingering exhaustion- he turned to face away from Valen and leaned over, holding himself on his knees and elbows, arching his back to present his ass to his master. His hands shook, and he knew they would give out eventually, when Valen was too deep in him to care what he looked like. Until then, he remained still, retreating in his mind, past his aching muscles, past the fear that still persisted, knotting itself into his stomach.

Valen settled behind him, thick arms keeping the boy immobile as he positioned himself, carefully, against his ass. Valen used all of his holes equally, and while his cunt loosened up over time and abuse, his ass remained tight, just how his master liked it. With no lube, and no warning, he thrust in, earning a whimpering moan from the boy and a grunt from Valen. He began to set a pace, quick and merciless, thrusting into the boy's warm, tight hole again and again, getting an inch or two of excruciating progress each time. The pup had shifted his little moans to choked cries and gasps, his poor body rocked back and forth as it was impaled on Valen's length. Valen held a tight grip on him, pounding into him recklessly, primally, until he was fully seated, feeling the hole uselessly clench around him. He held there for a minute, a thick paw reaching down to feel the bulge in his puppy's stomach, rubbing it until the boy whimpered.

"Fuck..." Valen groaned, as he began to shallowly thrust. "Good... good boy."

The pup yelped and squirmed as Valen pulled back and slammed again into him, hitting his prostate and making him sob. Valen continued his abuse, pulling as far back as he could and slamming in, until the boy was a complete wreck, unable to do anything but take the waves of pleasure and pain as they came. Valen grunted behind him, angled himself, slammed back in. The puppy felt his orgasm building, a burning in his ass that traveled straight to his little cock, and he longed to reach down and rub himself, replace this agony with something he could take, but he knew he wasn't allowed, knew there was far, far worse pain than being fucked that Valen was more than eager to administer the second he stepped out of line. So he took it, like a good little fucktoy. That's all he was, now.

"That's it-" Valen groaned, burying himself in his pup. "Fuck, you're so tight." Out again. "My good boy." In. "I'm gonna cum right in your tight little ass-" Out. "You like that, huh, slut?" In.

He gripped the pup's hips, tight enough to draw blood, holding his cock so, so deep inside him as he came again, and the boy felt that heat pool within him, filling him up, forced pathetically deep. Flooding his insides as yet again his master's knot rose to claim him, stretching him more beyond his limit. Not that he could have those, anymore. The cum burned inside him- just like the shame, the disgust he felt at the back of his throat.

He let out a choked moan where his face was pressed into the floor. All it took was Valen's thick thumb pressing against his cock and he came with a scream, back arching, body spasming. He gushed pathetically down his thighs and onto the floor, he tightened around the intrusion in his ass, and then he went limp, only held up by Valens paws.

"Fuck."

Valen then- ripped out, knot and all, and it hurt- his hole gaped and fluttered, he let out a pathetic scream as he was left empty, leaking onto the floor. He heard footsteps, and then... nothing. Nothing at all.

Valen stared down at his little pup, his creation, passed out on the floor. His disgusting, filthy pup. His slutty creation, nothing but holes now. This was what he wanted, right? This boy, willing to bring himself so low for the pleasure of his master?

No. No, this boy was a pathetic excuse for a pup. He hardly deserved to live, much less to cum, to feel good. And certainly, certainly not Valen's presence. There were other people, friends, dominants, who would more than appreciate a good, broken-in cumdump, people who would pay. Valen would find these people, and then? Then he would find someone worthy of being called his.

Oliver Romero was a college student- fourth year medical student, in fact. Nobody cared if you were an asshole, so long as you were good at what you did, which Oliver was. He was small for his age, a gray cat with spots of orange, attractive enough to get dates, mean enough to ensure there was never a second. Not that he cared, anything he could do with a partner was better alone, and he was already so busy with school, he found any social activity was a hindrance.

It was Sunday night- and normally, he would be studying, sleeping, but instead he found himself on the subway. He hated the subway: it was noisy, crowded, and a waste of his time, frankly. Brought out the worst in people, an in-between space where they felt like nothing they did mattered, not picking their noses or itching their asscracks, elbowing strangers and groping their partners. They mostly left him alone, heeding his glare and dark clothes, but even with headphones and an audiobook, he always felt anxious and angry. Still he didn't own a car, and unless he wanted to walk three miles from his apartment to the bookstore, he was going to have to suck it up. Thankfully, it was only about fifteen minutes to the city center, and a five minute walk past a scattering of bars to the bookstore. There were bigger ones further out, but he had settled for this one, because it was always stocked with the newest editions of his favorite books, and almost nobody knew about it. He was a regular, though, and knew the cashier, the manager's son, would have the newest edition of The Alchemist Curse ready for him at the front desk, and a carefully-wrapped brownie. Truth be told, he had always had a bit of a crush on Avery, the only other trans person he met here, and certainly the only one who showed genuine care for him. But- he was busy. Too busy for love, too busy for Avery.

Still, the idea comforted him as he emerged from the tunnels of the city and made his way down the crowded Eleventh street. There were several local restaurants along its length, as well as bars and cafes. Oliver considered stopping for a quick dinner, but knew that with this traffic, it wouldn't be quick, not to mention that he didn't have the money for anything but microwave dinners. So he took to walking along the edge of the sidewalk, head down, ignoring the rumbling of his stomach and the jostling of the other pedestrians.

He arrived at the bookstore with a sigh of relief, the smell of old books and coffee bringing him immediate comfort, and he took a second to assess his surroundings. Nobody was here, just as he liked it. The same lights were off, the same books were stocked. He walked through the maze of shelves confidently, arrived at the counter, and paused.

He heard the tell-tale ring of the doorbell and ignored it, because it wasn't nearly the only thing wrong. His cashier- Avery Mullen, was gone. Instead, he was replaced by some chubby rat, whose nose was in a book. His stomach turned. Cautiously, he approached. Maybe... this was a mix-up. He'd never seen this rat before- spiky green hair, the eyes to match. She looked overall disinterested to be here.

Oliver cleared his throat. "Is- erm, is Avery, is he... here?"

The rat looked up, didn't smile, just shrugged. "Who's that?"

"The old cashier," Oliver felt his hope fading.

"Oh- I don't know, it's just me, really. I used to work in the back, but Mr. Mullen moved me yesterday, not sure why," The rat shrugged. "Sorry."

"Fine. Fine- whatever. Do you have- uh- the Alchemist Curse? It's- uh, it's new." If he couldn't see Avery, that would be... fine, maybe he had gone on a trip, or gotten sick, and he'd be back in a week with his curly whiskers and brownies and too-soft paw-pads...

"We haven't gotten any new shipments in the last two days, I can check?" She suggested, but she obviously didn't want to.

Dread pooled in his stomach, and Oliver swallowed nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Yeah. Sure."

The rat disappeared, and Oliver had some time to compose himself. He browsed the nearby shelves, flipped through interesting titles, paged through a hearty stack of pamphlets, and caught the eye of the other customer, a tiger, who was reading at a nearby bench. Finally, the rat- Izzy, her nametag read, returned. Empty handed.

"I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't find it." She didn't look sorry. Oliver bet she had just gone to smoke out back.

"Are you sure you looked?"

"Yes, sir, I did, checked the database for any new shipments and the title of your book, checked the boxes, and consulted my co-worker in the back. No dice. I'm sorry."

Oliver sighed. "Fucking whatever, dude." He turned around and left, needing to be out.

It was dark outside, and Oliver kicked a rock down the street in frustration, walking in little circles while he regained his composure and came to terms with coming home empty-handed, going all this way for nothing, Avery being gone- for who knows how long. No brownie, no book, no Avery. No brownie, no book, no Avery. Tired, hungry, sad. No brownie, no book, no Avery.

He settled on calling for an Uber, not willing to ride the subway home in this state. Having to order one with his limited funds was frustrating, and he began pacing anxiously while he waited. Up and down a stretch of sidewalk, up and down, up and down.

Out of the bookstore emerged the tiger from before, carrying... nothing. Maybe he came for the same thing, Oliver thought, hopefully. Two complaints would surely get Izzy fired, that entitled prick. He raised a paw awkwardly, to wave, and to his surprise, the tiger waved back, and approached him.

Fuck. He didn't feel like talking right now, especially not to a tiger- he knew they could be loud, overly-friendly, which was the exact opposite of what he needed right now. Fuch. He hoped his Uber arrived soon.

"Hey," The tiger said. His voice was deep, but not entirely unpleasant. "Sorry to bother- I just heard you inside and then saw you pacing out here... just wanted to check if you're okay?"

"I'm fine," He snapped bluntly, checking the time. "Just a long day."

"Nah, that sucks dude, I was there for the same book- I'll have to go somewhere else. Are you just going home?"

"Yeah. My Uber's almost here." He hoped that would deter the other man, but he just kept talking.

"Do you wanna come with me? I'm going to the two-story one down on Jennings, and I checked their website, it's in stock- I'm happy to drive you, since it seems you don't have a car-"

Oliver fixed him with a glare. "No. I'm good."

"I insist. You sounded so disappointed in there, I don't mind covering your pay."

"I said that I'm good, sir." He knew the risks of getting into a car with a stranger, especially as a trans guy, and he didn't like the insistent attitude of the larger tiger.

The tiger looked at him- looked around- sighed. "Alright... I like this way better anyways..."

Before Oliver could react, the tiger grabbed his neck and tossed him to the ground. His head bounced on the asphalt and his vision went white at the edges- he felt warm blood on his temple and throbbing pain.

Before he could scramble up, something hard collided with his injured head- the steel toe of a boot. He cried out weakly- and again, another hit. His vision blurred. Blood seeped down his face, obscuring his vision, getting in his eyes. Another hit. He was barely conscious. It hurt.

Another. His ears rang. He could barely register being dragged up, held under his armpits, bridal carried to a van. He was tossed carelessly in the back, his head hit the ground and then- dark.

Valen was satisfied with his pick. A little kitty cuntboy- named Oliver, he learned, from rifling through his tote. He was just twenty-two, studying to be a doctor, how cute. Poor boy probably wouldn't make it that far though...

He had been tied up carefully, in a way that left him awfully exposed. His limbs were tied to the bedposts, tight, spreading him out perfect and open for Valen. He was gagged, a rag shoved in his mouth and secured with loops of duct tape.He was still dressed in a sweater and trousers, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. His head had been carefully bandaged, his phone tossed in a storm drain. Valen's previous pet was already long-gone. It was just him and poor little Ollie for as long as he wanted.

While he slept, Valen watched him, examined his markings, and eventually stood by his bedside and began to jack himself off. Oliver would look just perfect with a cock in him- stretching his little mouth, bulging that thin throat, rubbing into him while he screamed and gagged. Pressed deep into his virgin cunt, pounding into him while he begged for mercy. He would look stunning with some tight nipple clamps, squirming for release- and Valen would make him cum again and again, until he passed out from the pain.

At that though, Valen came with a guttural growl, spattering cum on the bed and his pet's sweater. Oliver would know what was coming for him when he awoke, at least. Valen decided to purchase some more toys for delivery in the next room, and wait for his precious prize to wake up.

Oliver woke up with an awful, pounding headache. Then, he registered the taste of chemicals, and finally the stiffness in his limbs. Just as he moved to roll over- he found that he couldn't.

It hit him at once, the gag and the restraints, the tiger's assault outside the bookstore, the bed he was tied to- and the sticky white substance dried to his sweater. No. No- fuck no.

He began to shout, even as the gag muffled it- a string of curses and threats, all while he kicked and writhed in his bonds, desperate. He could guess what the tiger had planned for him, and he knew it wouldn't be nice.

The door opened, slowly, and the tiger walked in so casually that Oliver felt more anger than anxiety. All this because he wouldn't go to a bookstore with him? Or- worse, was this his plan all along? And why him?

"Morning, sunshine," The tiger laughed, as if it was a joke, as if it was fucking funny. Oliver just glared, still tugging at the ropes. "That really won't do much. I've been tying knots like these for years, Ollie."

Oliver let out a shout- how the hell did he know his name? Did he look through his fucking bag? Where was his bag- could they track his phone?

"I can see you have a lot of questions, baby, I understand. You're confused... scared, and you've got quite the head injury there! You poor thing..." He sighed, settling on a couch against the far wall, right where Ollie could see him. "Where to start! Perhaps when I first saw you... such a sweet thing, cooped in the corner of that subway... I just had to follow you! At first I was worried you had a date but I got lucky. By the looks of your cell... you don't know anyone, do you? Not even your own parents in your little contact list... how sad. You really ought to be grateful I took interest in you... but that's alright, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to thank me."

"You sick fuck-" Oliver shouted, but it came out as a muffled string of moans- "oo i... uh-"

Oliver was terrified. He wanted to go back home, he wanted to be in bed, in control of his own body again- but he was trapped. Fly in a spiderweb.

"You're so cute..." Valen stood, circled the bed. "C'mon, hon, don't you wanna hear the rest of the story? I know how you like stories... unless you want to get right to the chase, of course? I don't mind either way, you know? You're simply mesmerizing... your little screams, the way you twitch and writhe... fuck, babe."

Oliver whimpered, trying to push himself away from the tiger, who was standing at the foot of the bed, tent rising in his pants. This couldn't be happening- every species had such varying biology, and thus interspecies sex between animals of such different sizes was highly discouraged- he knew the average penis size for tigers, and he knew how big he could take, and it wasn't nearly that much.

Despite his anger, he felt tears sting at his eyes and the tiger watched him, like prey, like meat.

"So, do you want me to finish the story?"

Oliver didn't answer- not out of unwillingness, his tears had turned to desperate, wracking sobs. He was so scared and so fucking angry-

"Stubborn, aren't you? Oh well... don't worry sweet Ollie... I'll be slow with you."

"Please-" Oliver gasped, begged- but it came out just as unintelligible yells.

Valen mounted the bed, barely containing his eagerness. He hadn't planned to touch him today, but fuck, he was irresistable, all spread out and scared. He did want to go slow though... so he started with his pants, sheathing his claws and carefully ripping up the leg, taking time to grip his little ankles and feel him helplessly kick and squirm. He avoided his crotch for now- as much effort as that took him, and he instead focused on his other leg, tearing the fabric of the pants until he was able to easily remove them and toss them to the floor, leaving the boy in his boxers. His legs were long and lean, with the same gray-orange coloring as the rest of his body, with thinner fur. Valen moved up to straddle him, grinding down a bit despite himself before turning his attention to the cum-stained sweater. He worked faster this time, and soon discarded the sweater too, leaving the boy in just a binder.

"Ohh... you poor thing..." Valen grinded down as the kitten uselessly shouted. "I assumed you just had on a little bra under that cute sweater... or nothing, better yet, with your size! Maybe you have a good pair under here after all..."

With one harsh swipe, Valen split the binder down the middle, and with two more strokes for the sleeves, could easily reveal an adorable pair of tits, big enough to cup with his hands, which he did earnestly, bouncing them in his paws while Oliver whimpered and shut his eyes. Valen began to grind down fully now, appreciating the stuttered twitch of Ollie's hips into him. He groped at his boobs, grabbing them harshly before pinching the nipples, earning a howl from the precious kitten.

"Oh my... aren't you sensitive?"

Oliver sobbed in response, squirming as Valen continued his assault, twisting his little nipples while he whimpered and keened. He finally took one in his mouth, delicately lapping at it with his tongue while the kitten mewled, rolling the other between two fingers. Oliver let out a broken moan and Valen began to hump his crotch, grinding until the pressure built and he came in his underwear, gasping. He collapsed on top of Oliver with a grunt.

"Fuck... baby, you're perfect. I am going to have so much fun with you...