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Fang didn't quite know how he got into this situation; one minute he was wandering through the strange, bright Digi-World that he'd been shoved into, and the next, he had found himself in this dark, musky room. The only light coming in came from a window on the opposite side of the room from him, and it only served to illuminate the position he'd found himself in.

His arms were bound behind him, and one of his legs was held at a ninety degree angle from his other one, leaving him standing on one foot more or less. The tiger found it a little uncomfortable, but he had just enough of his species natural grace and flexibility to be able to stand it without too much discomfort.

Of course, the fact that he was completely naked didn't really make it too much better.

Fang shook his head again, hardly believing this. Whoever had grabbed him had even put a collar around his neck. It was a humiliating pink color, he could make out that much, but he couldn't see what was written on the tag on the front of the collar. He wanted it off of him, but with his arms bound, standing one leg, and even his tail tugged off to the side and bound by a chain to the wall...well, what was he supposed to do?

The tiger jerked a bit as he heard the door to the stone room he was in opening. He turned his head, making out the shape of a door in the shadows. How he'd missed it before, he didn't know, but if someone was coming in now, maybe he'd finally get some answers.

He curled his lip back in his best sneer, a sharp word waiting at the tip of his tongue-

"Comfortable?"

The word died before it could be said as the figure at the door stepped into the light. Thoughts of escape, or of overpowering his captor, died just as quickly.

His...host, for lack of a better term, was one of the creatures of this digital world. He stood at least a foot taller than the tiger, if not more, and he was more muscled than even the biggest beach bodybuilder was. Fang's jaw came very close to dropping as he looked at the rippling muscles all over the creature's frame, the blue and white skin looking almost like a suit that was ready to rip, barely holding in all the muscles.

Looking down, he saw that the creature was just as big in the cock department as he was in the muscle. A massive erection pointed directly at him, and Fang shuddered at the thought of just what the digimon was going to do with it. Twenty inches of cock was not something that ANYONE should try to casually take, but he doubted that the digimon was going to allow him any sort of easing into the situation.

When he didn't respond, the digimon started walking around him. Two toed feet clicked lightly on the ground as the digimon walked around him, and the creature's cock rubbed lightly against his face. Suppressing a groan at the potent musk that filled his nose from the creature's pre, Fang watched him as best he could.

However, he did NOT expect to have his ass groped, and the tiger yelped at that, and louder still at the spank that followed. "Hey!"

"Oh, you want to talk? That's good, I was starting to think I grabbed a mute." The digimon chuckled, slapping its arm sized cock against Fang's ass. "I'm Exveemon, one of the different digimon in this world. I saw you wandering around, thought you looked pretty cute; and...yeah, that's pretty much it."

"That's...it?" Fang blinked a few times, then flailed against the bonds holding him in place. Didn't do a bit of good, of course, but he liked to imagine that it did. "That's IT?! You decide to grab me off the stree...out of the world, and then tie me up, strip me naked, and you just say, 'THAT'S IT'?!"

"Pretty much, yeah," Exveemon said. His cock slapped Fang's ass again, and the tiger started to growl. "Oh, hush you. There's really no way that you're going to get out of this; I've already claimed you and taken the title of your master -"

"Master?"

"Yes, master, thanks for getting the title right." Exveemon pointed at the collar. "See that thing?"

Fang slowly nodded.

"That's a collar that binds you into my service here. It's something that some of the other digimon have invented, and will make sure that you keep docile. Oh, and tells me where you are." The digimon thought about it for a moment, putting his hand to his chin. "Did I forget anything?"

Fang certainly hoped not; that was already bad enough, and if there was anything else, he might as well give up. At least with this, there might be a chance of finding a way out.

Exveemon shrugged, and Fang's eyes went wide as he felt those hands grab his hips. "Eh, that's enough. I've been wanting to play with your ass since I saw you walking along. Now's my chance."

Fang gulped, trying to tense himself against the cock...but of course, against something that size, there was really no point. It pushed against him, the pressure mounting, building, and his resistance gradually grew less and less, until...

"Oh dear GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

The End, for now.