Prisoners of War – This is This
#8 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - This is This
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The Overseer transported two subdued men back into their cell, through strange corridors they had not walked before, with theirs paws cuffed behind their backs. Their mechanical black panther warden was wordless throughout the short trip, and his charges did not offer any comments either on their naked journey in the depths of the strange house belonging to their jailor. Even Gantan's maw stayed tightly pursed and void of remarks. Sardo walked with his head hung.
They reached the cell, and the door was opened by the black panther. What was immediately obvious was that their room had been re-decorated once again. It still lacked furniture, but a mattress had been laid down on the floor. It was a thin one, a plastic-covered thing with no sheets, pillows or blankets, but it was certainly something compared to the bare floor they had spent the previous night on.
"What's that?" Sardo asked from the black panther.
"The master had decided this to be your bedding until further notice," the Overseer replied. "Please stand towards the rear wall so that I may remove your cuffs. Stand still for the duration."
They submitted quietly, without squirming. Both were just happy to get the cuffs removed for cuff, to be finally free after spending much of the day on the white tiger's devious plinths. The black tiger gathered the cuffs wordlessly, before making for the door.
"Dinner will be served automatically in half an hour," the black panther said. "You may wish to refresh yourselves before that."
"And we're going to be sleeping on that?" Gantan pointed at the sorry-looking mattress. The lion sounded incredulous.
"Yes, prisoner Gantan," the black panther replied.
"Grrrrrr," the lion growled.
"What about our clothes?" Sardo asked.
"I have not been given orders to issue you with any garments," the Overseer said. "I shall leave now. Dinner will be served in half an hour. You may wish to freshen up before that. Good evening, gentlemen."
The black panther left the room without further comments to the prisoners.
The click of the door locking itself behind him sounded especially loud.
"For the love of...FUCK!" Gantan stomped his footpaw against the stark floor.
The lion turned to look at his fellow prisoner. Sardo stood nearby, paws resting about his hips while he seemed to be contemplating the sight of their assigned bedding.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Gantan yelled so loud that the voice echoed off the walls and made Sardo's ears flatten, out of reflex.
The lion lunged forward and caught the tiger's arm.
"FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!"
Sardo moved like the soldier he was. He grabbed the lion's arm and wrestled it away almost the instant he felt the fingers press onto his flesh, teeth snapping at the cat invading his space without permission. Gantan's growl rose deep from his throat. It was truly a desperate, frustrated sound that came from within the lion's frayed mind, as much as his body.
He made a lunge for the tiger, out of spite, but got his arm jammed behind his back and himself pressed onto the nearest wall with such force that his teeth snapped together and the air rushed from his lungs through his nostrils. The tiger's body pressed onto him firmly, and the hot breath on his ear made his skin prickle. Even worse was the feeling of the solid sheath cage on the tiger's groin, not poking at the lion's rear. It was a horrible reminder of his own wholly trapped state.
"GET OFF ME!" Gantan growled.
"You calm down now!" the tiger added to the pressure of his elbow against the lion's ribs. "We're in this together.
The lion hissed.
"YEAH?!" he yelled. "YOU GONNA FUCKING JUST LET HIM DO THIS TO US?"
"WHAT CHOICE DO WE HAVE?" Sardo's own voice was almost breaking when he hollered into the lion's ear.
"ANYTHING BUT FUCKING THIS!" the lion sounded almost delirious in his statement.
"WELL THIS IS THIS!"
"FUCK YOU!"
Sardo snapped his teeth together.
"The more we fight, the more he'll enjoy it!" Sardo spoke harshly. He obviously didn't care that every word they spoke would be heard by the white tiger, sooner or later. Maybe he had the black panther listening to them all the time, or something. He wasn't quite sure just how, but he knew that somehow it all ended up over to his ears. "You want to give him that? DO YOU?"
"AARRRGHHH!" the lion yelled out in utter frustration.
Sardo gave the lion's ribs a jab, not hard enough to do damage, but so that it was felt by the lion. His muscles rippled with tension, out of spite and anger towards their jailor. Some of it was surely directed at the other tiger present at the moment, too. Sardo didn't care.
"I'm not saying we have to bow to him, but the less reason we give for him to fuck us over, the better!"
"Yeah?" the lion chortled. "So that then he'll just do it for the hell of it, because he can?"
"For that we can't do a thing, but for this we can!" Sardo yelled. "By stopping acting like stupid fucks!"
"HRRRRGH!"
"Hiss and puff all you like," Sardo said, "he'll probably just like."
"HE'S A SICK FUCK!" the lion exclaimed.
"I don't know what he is but he knows exactly what he's doing," the tiger said. "And so far we've played every level of the game the way he wants us to."
"Hnnggh..."
"Come on," Sardo hissed, "he wants us to fight each other and against him! Of course that's what he wants! He wants us to know that we do wrong and then imposes these so-called punishments on us."
The lion huffed hotly against the wall.
"Oh yeah...so you're saying he's playing us..." the pinned lion muttered.
"It's obvious he does," Sardo said, "and we should try to figure out the rules before he gets too many points on us for us to catch on."
Gantan snorted.
"And you're saying we can actually WIN something?" he muttered. "Even if he makes the fucking rules?"
"Especially because of that," the tiger said.
The lion, his head hung, took several deep breaths. Even though he was still pinned to the wall by his muscled cellmate, he appeared to be calming down to a degree.
"And what would we accomplish with that?" the lion said. "Playing by his rules?"
"Like I told you, if we play by then, then he'll have to break them himself if he wants to punish us without a cause," Sardo formulated.
"So what?" Gantan sounded unconvinced. "He does make the rules, who's gonna punish him for breaking them?"
"He will," the tiger said.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Because men like him like playing by the rules," the tiger said, "even if they're imposed by themselves."
Gantan growled, but made no further aggressive movements towards the tiger behind him. Eventually, he huffed, and his ears assumed a more normal posture.
"Get off me now...please?" he said.
"If you promise not to try to hit me again:"
"Humph."
"Alright then."
Sardo stepped away from the lion. The nude, cross soldier rolled his shoulders and rubbed his arm where it'd been manhandled by the tiger previously. His tail flipped heavily behind him. Eventually Gantan's eyes fell down to his groin where his sheath was now only visible through the mysterious plastic-like cover that enclosed his entire scrotum. He made a face.
"Fucking bastard," he said, "should've known that he gets off on this somehow. He's a fucking sadist!"
"Many people who find pleasure disciplining others enjoy it sexually as well," Sardo said.
The lion's lips pulled into a vicious grin.
"Speaking from experience, are you?" Gantan suggested. "Lieutenant?"
Sardo wasn't keen on taking the bait.
"No," the tiger's reply was curt and instant. "It is just part of my job, nothing more. But I have seen...overtly enthusiastic disciplinarians in my day."
Gantan snorted.
"Well he can keep his discipline to himself," the lion growled. "What kind of a fucking idea is this for starters?"
He gestured reluctantly at his locked up groin. Sardo shrugged.
"An attempt to embarrass, I suppose," he said, "to humiliate. Besides representing a genuine extra way of control, too. He probably got an inspiration for it from last night when I had to give you a helping paw."
"That's fucked up!" Gantan snarled.
"See now?" the tiger mused. "We're playing exactly the way he wants us to."
"He put this FUCKING THING on my dick!" the lion groaned.
"So?" the tiger retorted. "What if he'd put something up your ass only I can take out before you want to take a shit?"
The lion's face drew into a scowl.
"If you fucking gave him an idea with that, I'm gonna - I'm gonna - " he pointed angrily at the tiger.
"Do what?" Sardo questioned.
The lion huffed.
"...I'm gonna - leave it in there for a fucking long time so that you'll suffer!"
Sardo actually managed a laugh at that.