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Breaking The Tiger (Extended Rewrite)

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Vaurien gave a low moan as he slowly opened his eyes. His mind was cloudy and he felt a bit weak. "What happened?" he thought to himself.

He went to reach up to rub his head, but his arms didn't want to seem to respond. There was a moment of panic as the young white tiger thought that maybe he was paralyzed. He calmed himself for a moment, then went to call out to see if anyone would respond but found that he could barely make a sound. As his head cleared, he suddenly realized he was gagged. The panic returned a bit as he tried to reach up for the gag and failed again.

Lifting his head, he looked down to see he was in some very extensive bondage. A dark purple leather straitjacket and matching leg sack had been placed on him. There were straps around his biceps and forearms keeping him from making much movement with his arms, along with several thick straps around the thighs, above and below the knees and around the ankles, making sure his legs were immobile as well. He could see all the buckles had been padlocked. There were many additional straps holding him down to some sort of inclined bondage table. They had been padlocked as well, ensuring there was no chance he was getting free any time soon. Vaurien relaxed and leaned back, now noticing a soft pillow had been placed under his head to give him some comfort; at least his captor wasn't completely cruel.

The cub turned his head to the left to notice a large mirror on the wall nearby. He could now see why he couldn't speak.

Vaurien's captor had gagged the cub with what seemed to be at least eight or nine soft bandanas. He now noticed a very soft one that had been balled up and stuffed into his muzzle and could feel another tied into his mouth very tightly, and many layers over his maw and nostrils, keeping him quite silent. The cub looked at himself helplessly and whimpered, looking away from the mirror.

The young tiger lay there quietly for a few minutes, then took a quick look around the room. The room itself was remarkably unexceptional, far from the dungeon he expected, given his situation. Aside from the bondage table it was quite empty except for a small table and chair several feet away. Vaurien noticed a strange device on the table that he couldn't quite make out. It looked like a metallic tank with several hoses attached, along with a long, slender tube at the end of a couple of the hoses. The cub shuddered a bit as he had a feeling it wasn't something he wanted to experience. He lay his head back down once more and stared at the ceiling.

Several more minutes minutes passed when Vaurien suddenly felt an urge to fight his restraints. He began to strain hard in the straitjacket and leg sack, twisting his body as much as he could. The movements were barely noticable. The cub attempted to yell out for help. Soft muffled grunts and whines only escaped and they were quite muted. The helplessness made Vaurien start to panic again and he redoubled his efforts to free himself, causing the table to shake from his trashing. Unfortunately for the cub the attempts were useless. After about ten minutes of struggling, Vaurien finally gave up and relaxed, panting heavily into the gag.

Laying there exhausted, a few tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. "Who is doing this to me? What do they want from me? Why is this happening?" he thought, feeling very confused and scared.

Vaurien's racing thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly opened and in walked an older tiger. It looked to be an orange Bengal tiger, from what little could be seen of him. He was dressed in full biker gear: leather jacket, a pair of jeans over which was a pair of leather chaps, along with riding boots. The only parts of the tiger's body that were plainly visible were his paws and tail, for his face was fully obscured by a white bandana mask over his muzzle with another tied snuggly around his neck. The tiger's head was covered by a motorcycle helmet to which was attached a dark tinted visor. Due to the visor, his eyes weren't visible but the cub could feel them staring at him intently as the biker tiger closed the door behind him and walked over to the table, looking down at Vaurien.

As the cub looked up at the masked tiger, suddenly the memories of the night before came back to him. He had been walking home after a nice evening out with friends. He was only a block from his home when he heard a voice behind him whisper "I've been watching you for some time now, kitten. I'm sorry, but I can wait no longer." Vaurien remembered a gloved paw holding a white handkerchief coming towards his face, then things went black. Nothing else was in the cub's memory after that, but he was pretty sure he had been immediately brought here.

The young tiger's thoughts were interrupted when the masked tiger spoke. "I see you're awake, kitten."

Vaurien shuddered a bit at hearing 'kitten' being used to refer to him. While he was young, he wasn't so young that the word would be casually used towards him by someone else. The fact that the masked tiger had used it indicated the cub was being treated like a pet, something to be owned. This scared him very much and he shivered slightly.

The masked tiger noticed and chuckled softly. "Ah yes, you are my kitten. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here but you'll find out soon enough. Right now it's time to begin the process of breaking you."

The cub's eyes shot up at the tiger's masked face and were filled with fear. Vaurien didn't like the sound of this and various dark images began to fill his mind. He began to struggle and strain against his bondage again, shouting into the gag with just muffled grunts being heard once more.

The masked tiger leaned over and gently stroked Vaurien's hair, trying to calm him. "Shh, kitten, it's okay. You will not be harmed. But I must make you mine. Just relax and let your Master take control."

Vaurien calmed down, continuing to look at the masked tiger with some fear. He watched as his captor stepped towards the table and retrieved the device he'd been looking at earlier. The cub watch as the tiger set up the device on the floor next to the table, then pulled a small bottle of lube out of his jacket. He stood back up next to the cub and undid a zipper in the crotch area of the leg sack and pulled out Vaurien's cock and balls. The gentle touch started to make the cub hard in spite of his fear.

"Just relax, kitten. It will be all right." said the tiger as he poured a generous amount of lube onto Vaurien's exposed shaft and began to stroke it with his paw.

The cub grunted and strained as he got even harder and began to truly worry about what was coming next. As he feared, the masked tiger picked up the tube of the device and slid it down over his shaft. The inside was a slick, smooth latex lining that was very well lubricated. The tiger secured the device to the cub's groin so he would not be able to shake it off no matter how much he tried, then reached down towards the metallic tank. Vaurien heard a soft click and felt the tube come to life as it began to firmly and steadily stroke his shaft.

The feelings were incredible and the cub was desperately fighting the quickly building surge that meant one and only one thing. He heard the masked tiger laugh softly.

"Poor kitten, are you trying to resist the device? You won't succeed, I assure you. Of course, if you want this to stop, you just need to say the safeword and I will release you. Would you like to hear it?"

Vaurien vigorously nodded and the tiger leaned over and whispered it into his ear. "Got it, kitten?" asked the tiger and Vaurien nodded.

Another soft laugh came from behind the tiger's bandana mask. "Well then, kitten, go ahead and say it."

The cub suddenly realized his true situation. "Mmm-mmph!" he shouted into the gag and looked desperately up at the masked tiger.

"What's that, kitten? I didn't understand you."

"Mmm-mmph! Mmm-mpph!"

"Hmm, still not sure what you're trying to say, kitten."

"Mmm-mmph! MMM-MMPH!" Vaurien started to struggle again, desperate to reach up and remove the gag so he could be understood, but his arms remained tucked securely to his sides.

"I'm sorry, kitten, I just don't know what you're trying to say. I think I will leave you alone for a few hours to let the milker work you over nicely. I'll be back, I promise!"

The masked tiger reached over and gently patted Vaurien's head as the cub teared up and whimpered, shaking his head and trying to beg for the tiger to not leave with only soft whines heard. The tiger laughed a bit more, turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Vaurien lifted his head up slightly to look at the milker slowly riding up and down on his cock, then laid back down and shivered, wondering how long he could resist.

Unfortunately for the poor cub it wasn't long. About ten minutes into the torment he could no longer hold back and shot hard into the device stroking him. As it kept going, Vaurien howled loudly and began to thrash, his shaft now hypersensitive and the device was causing a sensory overload in the cub. His breathing became ragged and he tugged and pulled more at his restraints, looking for any sort of slack to help him free himself from this torment.

Several hours passed. Vaurien shuddered as the waves of pleasure continued unabated. He had lost track of the number of times he'd shot into the milker and the machine was relentless in its continued stimulation of his now sore member. His eyes rolled back and he began to worry how much more of this he could take before his mind began to slip away due to the agonizing pleasure. In spite of this, the cub was finding it more worrying that he was beginning to not care if he lost his mind. He found the longer the machine milked him, the more he wanted the wonderful, tormenting feelings to continue. Confusion spread over him; was this what the masked tiger had intended to happen, he thought? If so, Vaurien was almost certain it was succeeding.

The young tiger strained once more in the snug straitjacket and leg sack. Tears began to form in his eyes again. "Please," he thought to himself, "oh please, let this stop, just for a while. I can't take this much longer."

The milker did not stop. It didn't even slow down or speed up. Just a steady gentle rhythm that was driving the poor cub insane. Vaurien shut his eyes tightly and whimpered ever so softly.

Suddenly he heard the door open and a voice spoke softly near his ear. "I see the kitten is still enjoying himself, yes?"

Vaurien opened his eyes and looked over to his right to see his captor standing there, arms crossed and apparently enjoying the cub's predicament. With a a concerted struggle in his bonds, the cub tried to beg into the gag for release. As before, all that came out was muffled whines and grunts, completely unintelligible to anyone listening. The masked biker leaned over the cub.

"What's wrong, kitten? Do you want this to stop? You know what you must do."

Vaurien whined and tried to beg again, pleading with his eyes. Still nothing but muffled grunts were heard.

The masked tiger chuckled softly. "Just say the safeword, kitten, and I'll release you."

"Mmm-mmph!" begged the cub into his soft, thick gag. The sound was completely muffled, made even more so by the snug bandana tied tight around his neck which made it difficult to give much volume to his voice. It seems the masked tiger had wanted to make sure he would have no chance of escape.

"What's that? I don't understand."

"MMM-MMPH!" Vaurien tried again. The tears in his eyes increased and began to run down the sides of his face.

The masked tiger noticed and reached up, softly wiping the tears away. "Shh, my little kitten, it's okay. You're safe with me. But I can't release you until you give me the safeword. Or maybe... you don't really want to be released?"

The cub looked up at the tiger. He suddenly felt a great deal of hesitation. Part of him most certainly wanted to be released, but there was now another part of him that desperately craved what was being given to him. A part of him that desired to give all control to someone else, to not be concerned with the stresses of responsibility and needing to support others. The conflict between these emotions was leaving him very confused.

"I see you struggling with yourself, kitten." the tiger softly whispered. "Give in to your desires. Be mine forever."

The tiger's last words had an immediate effect on Vaurien. He felt a surge of panic and strained more at his restraints. The were unyielding and there was barely any movement, but he kept trying. As he struggled and thrashed for several minutes the masked tiger could be heard chuckling softly as he watched. Realizing the futility of it, the cub finally gave up and relaxed again. He knew it was impossible to free himself at this point and the milker was beginning to wear him down greatly. Vaurien closed his eyes and started to whimper and shiver, feeling even more confused and conflicted.

The cub suddenly felt a paw gently stroke his hair. He opened his eyes and looked up at the masked tiger. The milker was still gently sucking his cock, but now he was starting to dry shoot. This had occurred several times while he'd been left alone and was happening once more. The dry shots were even more tormenting than the usual come shots and Vaurien found himself tensing hard and yelping at the exquisite agony. He noted it was an amazing milker, the sleeve inside perfectly stroking his hard shaft and keeping it erect. It did not take long for the normal orgasms to return. The tiger kept stroking the cub's hair as Vaurien closed his eyes and let out a soft moan.

Finally the masked tiger spoke again. "I think we need to move to the next level, kitten. Remember, just say the safeword and this will all stop."

Vaurien watched silently as the tiger reached down and with the sound of another small click, the milker shut off. The cub gave a small sigh of relief. The tiger stood back up and gently removed the milker. The cub's cock was swollen and red, though no damage had occurred. For a moment Vaurien thought he was going to be released and his spirits rose, but as he continued to watch the tiger he noticed him retrieving a pair of gloves from the nearby table and putting them on. The helpless cub tensed, fearing what was about to happen.

"These are ultra-soft leather gloves, kitten. I want to show you how wonderful they'll feel on your cock. I know you'll love it."

The cub whimpered and the panic he had felt several times before returned. Straining hard at the arms of the straitjacket that were forcing him into a tight self-hug, he desperately wanted to reach down and stop what he knew was about to happen, but his arms remained fixed in place securely.

For all the fear he was feeling, Vaurien noticed a different feeling growing and battling against the fear. This feeling was of excitement and lust, a great desire to feel what was coming and let it overwhelm him and change him into someone else. To become something to just pleasure and torment, to be controlled and cared for, to have no freedom. The cub shook his head, trying to fight off the strange, deep desires but they kept forcing themselves back into his mind. His confusion was increasing as was his fear.

The masked tiger poured a bit of lube into the palm of one of his gloved paws then moved close to Vaurien again. "One more chance, kitten. Say the safeword and this will all end. Come now, I'm sure you can do it."

"Mmm-mmph. Mmm-mmph. MMM-MMPH." desperately tried Vaurien. He wanted the word to be heard so badly, but the gag was just too snug and thick. It was hopeless. Tears formed again in the cub's eyes. He needed to understand these conflicting feelings and was torn between wanting to flee and wanting to stay.

The masked tiger stood there silent for a moment, silently watching the cub. "No, kitten? I guess you really want to be mine, then. And I will take you."

A sudden voice came into Vaurien's head that startled him. "Yes, Sir, yes! Please take me, take me now!" The cub watched on, half terrified at what was to happen as well as what he'd just felt.

The masked tiger took hold of the cub's still erect shaft and began to slowly stroke. The lube and the softness of the glove was overwhelming. Vaurien almost immediately tensed and shot halfway across the room.

"Good kitten! Very good." the tiger said. "Now for the next level."

At that point the masked tiger began to polish the tip of the cub's cock with the palm of one of his lubed gloves. The overloading sensations drove Vaurien to the edge of sanity. Never had he experienced something like this before. His mind was unable to cope with the situation; helpless, silent and his body tingling with intense senations, particularly in his groin area. His tail was jutting straight out from the side of the table as his whole body tensed and shuddered. The voice he'd heard in his head earlier got louder. "Please take me, Sir. TAKE ME NOW."

Vaurien howled and bucked and looked up at the biker again. "MMM-MMPH!" he screamed into the gag. There was still part of him trying to break free, looking for the old life he once had. The masked tiger just chuckled.

"Sorry, kitten, I can't understand what you're saying. Just accept your fate. you know this is what you want."

"MMM-MMPH! MMMMMMMMM!" Vaurien finally started to feel his sanity slip away. His mind raced as he thought "Please, no, don't let this happen. Please..." when the other voice forced itself in. "Take me now, please take me now!"

The polishing continued for a long time with short pauses to let the cub recover, only to have it start up again. Several hours passed while the hand milking continued. Vaurien found the other voice winning and a suddenly a calm began to settle over him. He finally realized that this is what he had desired for so long. The voice had been right; he needed to be under someone else's control. The was no denying it any longer, his previous life was now becoming a memory. The cub now craved the desire to be taken care of for the rest of his life, and he knew that this was something the masked tiger was offering him.

The tiger sensed the change and leaned over, whispering in the cub's ear "Are you broken yet, kitten?"

With a half-glazed look in his eyes, the cub looked up at the masked tiger. The fear was gone, replaced by a look of acceptance and deep love. As soon as the tiger noticed, he stopped milking the cub and took off the gloves. His now bare paw reached over and gently stroked Vaurien's hair, purring softly to help Vaurien relax more.

"Good kitten. There's no need to fight any more. You're mine now."

There was a short pause and then the tiger lifted the visor so Vaurien could see his eyes. They were a piercing grey, but very beautiful to him. He gazed deeply and murred softly into his gag as the voice inside his head told him "This is where you belong. This is where you were always meant to be."

"Welcome to your new home, kitten." the masked tiger softly said. "You may not believe or understand this yet, but I love you."

Vaurien smiled under his gag and gave a muffled "I love you too, Sir", making the masked tiger lean over rub his masked muzzle against the cub's gagged one.

The cub's conditioning was complete; he had been 'broken' as he had been told he would be. Somehow Vaurien knew that it had always meant to be, too, and that gave him great joy beyond all measure. He belonged to the tiger standing near him and he could think of nowhere else he'd rather be.