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Villainous Punishment, by AnotherAperson

Ensnare the weasel put a knife in his coat pocket, then made his way up the stairs. He opened the rooftop door, and spotted his minion huddled in a tight ball at the warehouse's edge. The young hare had his ears folded back, and his arms looped over his chest, but neither were enough to stop his shivers, or his teeth chattering loudly in the night's silence. Unlike Ensnare's attire, he had a ragged, thrown-together outfit of jeans, trainers, and a hoodie. Each piece somehow managed to mismatch with one another. To his side, he kept a burner phone and binoculars.

The villain admired the sight for a moment, then tip-toed forwards. A breath away, he slapped both hands down on the hare's shoulders.

“Boo!"

“Fuck!"

The hare jumped high for his small stature, and nearly fell from the roof. Ensnare grabbed him at the last moment, and hauled him back up with one arm. He patted his minion's muzzle as he caught his breath.

“Easy. Watch your step."

The weasel grinned at the hare's rush of emotions. He felt smug when his face settled on wide-eyed shock, mixed with the flush of arousal.

It was a common look between them. The villain wore a chequered, skin-tight rubber suit, leaving only three holes for each hand and his head. It had a thick bulge around his crotch, but otherwise plastered to the mustelid's fur. It showed every strong curve of his muscled body, toned from years of fighting and villainy. But, only the chest of it could be seen, as the rest of Ensnare was covered by his long, pink-leather coat. It blew dramatically in the wind, and contained many tools and weapons to be used at a moment's notice. Though, it was mostly stuffed with small sex toys that Ensnare found erotic or fun to hold. Up close, it emanated a sweet smell.

The hare took it all in with a dumbstruck expression.

Ensnare cackled, patted his minion on the head, then grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the door.

“Boss, I should keep watch…"

“Nonsense; I need you to test my new 'super-trap'."

The hare struggled to meet his grandiose swagger, as they made it back down the fire escape.

“But, Boss, they know you're on the waterfront. I should be there to warn you if they appear."

The hare followed regardless. The inside of the warehouse wasn't much warmer than the outside. Masses of machinery, mechs, rockets and other diabolical designs filled the room, and the air was thick with the scent of rubber and old lube. In the centre of it all was Ensnare's leather chair and broad mahogany desk.

To one side, the hare had a hammock, and a tall pile of books he never found time to read. Beneath, he kept a small pile of stolen clothes. The weasel had been steadily replacing them with crop-tops, shorts, and lingerie ever since he'd found them.

“Like you did last time? Go stand over there."

The minion's ears dropped until Ensnare tugged on one. The weasel kept his hold until the pair reached the wide doors at the front of the building, where a faint 'X' was marked across the floor.

“Easy. Now stay there with that dumb look of yours."

The hare's expression morphed again, now into vague annoyance, and his ears finally sprung up from his head. They added at least an extra foot to his height.

Ensnare giggled, then laughed evilly to cover his own reaction. He petted his minion on the cheek, and gave him a sultry look, before turning back to his desk. He made sure to give the hare a show as he went. Once in his chair, he spun around, then reached for a row of hidden levers beneath the desk. Then he put his feet up. Out of view, he let his hands glide over the smooth rubber between his legs.

“Is there anything you need me to do, Boss?"

Ensnare admired his minion's worried expression, and gave his crotch a hard squeeze. He couldn't stop his smile even if he tried.

“Stay right there. Pretend to be The Unstoppable."

_ _

The hare chuckled, gaining confidence. The weasel grabbed a lever.

“Villain! I have come—"

Lasers blared from either side of the hare, making him jump, before a red grid of lines mapped over his body. There was a sharp, mechanical beep, before his clothes singed away, and fell in tatters to the floor.

“Ah! Boss?"

The hare twisted in on himself, and put his hands between his legs, but they weren't big enough. The hare was too well-endowed to cover himself. Ensnare got a glimpse of his balls one moment, and the glistening, pink tip of his cock the next.

Even beyond that, the villain was able to ogle his minion's lithe and fluffy body. He could see the rich colour of his fur as it traced from his neck, all the way down to his inner thighs. It made him want to pull the limbs apart, and wrap them around his own waist. Instead, he squeezed his own length, and stifled a grunt.

“Don't worry, minion; your reaction is nothing to be ashamed of."

The hare nodded, and began to shuffle away from the remains of his clothes.

Ensnare slammed his hand down on the desk, and his minion's stopped.

“Stay there. Pretend to be a hero again."

The hare squirmed and eyed the crooked machinery around him.

“Why, Boss? Is this not the trap?"

“Stay confident and immovable. Put your arms to your sides and speak like a hero."

“Okay… Ah, what a—a twisted invention…"

_ _

The hare stared off into the distance as he let his arms fall away. His face had a crimson flush. He still huddled in on himself, but it was enough of an opening for the weasel to spy his erect cock. He watched it swing up against his stomach, leaking clear pre-cum down its shaft. It was slim, but long, and adorned with low hanging balls that altogether made the hare massive.

It throbbed in place as the weasel watched. He recrossed his legs, and put his other hand up along his chest, feeling his trapped nipples beneath his suit.

“But these parlour tricks will not stop me. They will not stop justice being delivered, no matter—"

Ensnare pulled the next lever, and a heavy artillery gun lowered from the ceiling. His minion stared at the heavy barrel in shock, then turned to the weasel. He didn't notice the way his cock swung and sent a drop soaring away as fear shook him.

“Adios, Unstoppable."

Ensnare pulled down, and the gun fired. A thick stream of green fluid shot out, and coated the hare from head to toe. As it slickened the floor, the hare lost his footing and dropped.

“Shit!"

Instead of bones snapping from the impact, the 'X' disappeared. The floor parted and fell away, revealing a black, oozing pool of rubber beneath. The hare splashed into the middle, and did not re-emerge.

Ensnare took the chance to moan out into the silent warehouse. He stroked his cock rhythmically through the rubber, loving every brush of the material against him, and the way it made his nerves sing. Without the suit permanently stifling his erections, he knew he would have finished already. With a sigh, he let the fantasy fade away, and pulled the final lever.

A giant metal arm descended from beside the gun, and reached into the swirling mass of goo. It pulled out the dripping, squirming form of his minion by his arms. His features were all gone. He'd been reduced to nothing but a giant slug-like form, as the excess rubber dropped from his body back into the hole in the floor. Once most of the flow had stopped, the regular floor, and the 'X' slid seamlessly back into place. At which point, Ensnare pulled out his knife and approached.

The hare's movements grew laborious and slowed. The weasel let his eyes roam over the trapped form, noticing his cock still hard and pressing out against the material, before finding the hare's head. Carefully, he lifted his knife, and cut a hole at the end of his muzzle to let his minion gasp out for breath. The hare drooled out a stream of more rubber, along with the green gel. Only then did he cough and catch his breath, and relax in the tight bonds now encasing him. They only grew tighter as the moments passed. The rubber hardened in the air, and squeezed the hare rigidly into place. His movements slowed to nothing besides his quick and shallow breaths.

Ensnare couldn't resist pushing his fingers into the hot muzzle, while admiring the bound form. The only parts that dried and solidified were the thinnest areas of rubber, which were more exposed to the air. As such, the suit didn't hide anything. Every sexy dip and curve of his minion's body remained, now all spread out and held in place for the villain's pleasure.

“You know, I was worried you'd pull it off better than me."

“Ah…"

He felt the hot breath waft over his fingers. The broad tongue probed over them, making the weasel shiver in anticipation at the intimate delight. When he pulled his fingers away, the hare coughed out more fluid, then tried to speak.

“Has it—Ah— Has it worked, Boss? If it has, can you let me down, please. It feels so…"

The hare moaned and jerked in place like a fly trapped in a web. A second later, Ensnare began to feel it himself. The wet fingers he'd put into his minion's mouth now began to tingle with the cold air. Gently rubbing them together sent off fireworks in his brain. He reached up and brushed them against the slick cocoon in front of him, but soon pulled away. The smooth, undulating material was too much for his senses.

“Feels what? Has it kicked in yet?"

“Fuck! Has… Has what… Has what kicked in yet, B—Boss?"

Ensnare brought his other hand up to caress the hare's legs with both hands. He couldn't pull them apart as he wanted, but he tried anyway to watch him squirm. Then he let his hands travel upwards to feel the curve of his hips, and to admire the hard length of his twitching cock. Each brush made his minion twitch and jump in place with a surprised groan. It more grew needier the higher his hands went.

“Sensitivity gel, that doubles as lube. I think it might be my greatest invention yet…"

“Boss…"

Ensnare moved around to admire his ass. The hare's short tail had been reduced to a mere lump at the top of his ass. The once cream-coloured, fluffy crevice of his ass was now a smooth and taut black colour, that the weasel quickly ran his hands all over. He kneaded and squeezed to his heart's content. He was thrilled to listen to every one of his minion's desperate, airy noises, and to watch his body sinuously warble in its bindings. Soon, he let his hands go deeper between his legs, then pulled back to spank the hare.

“Ah! Shit! Please, Boss. What did I do?"

“Don't worry; you'll remember soon."

Ensnare went back to leisurely playing with his ass. He pressed his own body close, rubber to rubber, to wrap one arm around them both. He pressed his muzzle against the hare's pinned neck, and took in his furry scent.

“Please, let me go. I'm sorry, for whatever I did. But I can't spend a minute longer…"

Ensnare silenced him with the gentle touch of his fingers against the hare's cock. Like a sculptor, finding the shape of his masterwork with his fingers alone, he traced up the shaft and poked across the tip. He knew when he found the frenulum; the hare couldn't stop trying to jump away, despite his predicament.

“Nonsense. We wouldn't want to put all this fresh rubber to waste."

“Boss—"

It became a strangled moan as the weasel's fingers moved again. He moved down and prodded the lump of one of the hare's balls, then moved back to the head. More saliva dripped down to his hand with the resulting sound. He imagined the hare's flushed face beneath his bondage.

Ensnare didn't stop to let him speak. His fingers moved in a constant, slippery stroke, while he ground himself up against the hare's rear. He couldn't feel much, but the familiar movements were hot, and brought his arousal to nearly orgasmic heights.

“You were supposed to keep watch… The plan was perfect, and you only had one job that day. I did all the hard work. I moved the pheromone canisters beneath the stadium, and prepared the sound systems for the big reveal. You only had to sit and watch from the stands.

“I even tried to keep you entertained as I worked, though I know that all my efforts went unnoticed. Just like the heroes when they appeared. I had no time to prepare for The Unstoppable to roar and charge at me, out of the blue, and— What are your ears flickering for?"

The hare had gone still despite the attention to his cock. It throbbed endlessly from the weasel's ministrations, and he still had his ass arched back into the weasel's crotch. But now nothing moved besides his ear flickering in its tubular confine. Then as quickly as he stopped, he started up again. He loudly writhed in his suit, even as Ensnare pulled his hands away, and circled back around to face the hare from the front.

“Minion?"

The hare didn't reply beyond his continual moans, and the sound of the material stretching and contracting with each motion.

The weasel put his arms back around him, and pulled them back together, this time with their crotches now pressed against each other. He humped them together at a slow and steady pace. He enjoyed each drop of pleasure it afforded him, knowing that it was a thousand-times stronger for his minion.

“God! Hm. Just like that…"

It didn't take long for the hare to finish. His movements grew dramatically, almost shoulder-checking the weasel against him as he huffed out gasps of moans.

“Fuck. Fuck, Boss; it's so intense. Please, don't stop…"

Ensnare didn't: not even as the hare slowed, and his cock stopped twitching. He maintained the same gentle and steady pace he'd done before as he nibbled on the rubber, adding his own shining spit to the glossy material.

The hare soon hated it. His curses grew in volume as his finished cock continued to be milked and teased for all its worth. It sagged and went soft, but Ensnare felt it continue to throb and strain in its confines. Between the rubber, the metal arm, and the supervillain, the hare had no escape, and no reprieve from the onslaught torturing his length.

“What's the matter, Minion? You asked me not to stop?"

“God, please stop, Boss. It's so—"

The weasel spanked the hare's ass all over again, and pressed his finger hard against his tail-hole. From the shuddering groan that followed, Ensnare tried probing the same spot even harder. His grin turned into the familiar, feral look that haunted the innocents of the outside world.

“Easy. I'm far from done with you yet."

He circled back around, pulled the knife from his pocket, then carefully cut a thin line along the crevice of his minion's ass. Then, putting his knife away, he spread the new hole wider with his fingers. He couldn't see it, but could feel the hare's clenching hole, and he pushed up against it. More of the gel leaked out of the suit with each movement, and pattered between their legs. The lube ached his fingers, but he kept up the pressure until he sank inwards, and his fingers were enveloped in a tight and velvety warmth.

“Fuck! Boss, please."

Ensnare stretched him out, and lathered his insides with the lube, making sure to give extra attention to his prostate once he found it. The hare clenched hard around his fingers.

“Please, what?"

“Please, stop—"

It broke into a groan as the weasel added an extra two fingers and moved them even faster than before. With his other hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a dozen butt-plugs, and gave each one some thought. A slow smile crept along his face. He kept fingering the hare until he was loose, then pulled out completely. He let the hare take a minute to catch his breath.

“Grr…"

“Minion, would you like to wear a four-inch, or a six-inch with two bulbs?"

The hare tried to shake his head.

“I'm sorry; you can only pick one for now."

“F—four-inch, Boss."

Ensnare grinned. He didn't mention that the shorter toy had a much thicker girth to it, and instead answered by pressing it steadily under the hare's lump of a tail. His minion hissed, but his body couldn't force the intrusion out. His hole was stretched wider and wider, almost to a painful extent, before it popped inside. Only the black base remained, blending in seamlessly with the rest of the black rubber.

Even then, the hare didn't stop squirming. He humped back and forth and kicked out his legs. His moans reached a crescendo, as he came a second time to the sound of evil laughter ricocheting through the warehouse.

“Fuck! Hm! I'm sorry for —ah! — for not paying attention, Boss. I— please, pull it out. Ah! I swear I won't let it happen again."

He panted louder than before, now full coating his chest in thick drops of saliva that glistened like stars in the industrial light. Ensnare ran his hands all over them, then pushed his fingers back into the hare's mouth. The feel of his tongue on his sensitive fingers was blissful.

“Don't worry; it won't ever happen again."

The sound of a jet appeared above. Suddenly, the warehouse doors blew open, revealing a boulder of a hero. He pulled his fist back from where the door once was, and straightened up, revealing himself to be a broad and towering lion. He wore a slim, red suit, with a giant 'U' painted across the chest.

“It'll be impossible when you're locked behind bars, Villain. Do not worry, citizen; I will free you soon."

The hare sagged in his bonds at the sound of his voice.

“Oh, please, be quick. I don't know— Ah! Hm! I don't— Fuck…"

The hare's words dribbled off into moans. The hero gave him an odd look, then shook himself, and roared. His thundering steps filled the room as he charged towards the weasel. His hands were wrapped into fists.

“You sicko," he bellowed, “you've gone too far, this time."

Ensnare watched the hero approach with a wry expression. Once close, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pin. Pink gas billowed out from his coat and swamped both him and the hare in a cloud of sweet smoke. The lion stalked straight in after him.

“Oh! Not the gas… Not anymore, please… Boss."

“Coward! You cannot hide from me. You cannot evade justice."

“Hm! It's too much… I can't—"

“Quiet, citizen."

The hare didn't stop. He let out a long screech of random syllables and grunts as he desperately humped and twisted in place. His breath became ragged from the overstimulation and pleasure.

The Unstoppable felt the same effects a moment later. A steady warmth grew and centred on his groin, and made his thick cock squirm in the tight fabric of his uniform. It was unrelenting, as every twist and turn he made in his blind search sent shudders of pleasure rocking through him. His crotch grew damp, and marred his red costume with a wet spot.

“Have mercy, Boss…"

The hero turned to stare at the undulating form, transfixed as his own arousal grew. One hand snaked down to rub his own cock; his own righteousness momentarily forgotten. He took a step towards him, and slipped over in the lube coating the floor. It was enough to break a weaker man's back, but for The Unstoppable, it only knocked the air from his lungs. More of the gas swamped him as he took a breath. As he sat up, he nuzzled the hare's bound feet, before the floor dropped open, and he disappeared into a pool of black.

As the gas slowly faded, the desk came into view, revealing Ensnare with his feet kicked back up onto his desk, laughing and openly touching himself.

“It seems you have an admirer minion. I hope for your sake he resists fucking you when he gets you down. Then again, why else would you foil my plans twice in a row? His dick must really be something."

The hare had lost his ability for speech. He barely moved now, as exhaustion and defeat caught up to him, suspended above a pit of oozing rubber.

Ensnare laughed again, then sauntered towards him, still monologuing.

“If you really wanted me caught, you should've done it the first time. It'll be a long, long while before anyone else finds you here. Think of how many times you'll finish before then."

The hare didn't reply.

“I certainly will. Next time, you will not be able to stop me, and the whole city will suffer because of it. They will experience the same fate as you, when I unleash my pheromone canisters at the airport tomorrow morning. And then the whole world will know my name, while you'll only get to see it second-hand from your prison cell."

The pool squelched, before a lumpy body dragged itself from the oozing rubber, and pulled at the mass of its head. There was a tear and the flash of a drooling tongue. Another heavy breath filled the room amidst the spattering and stretching of the drying rubber.

“Villain!"

“And that is my cue. Adios, Minion."

Ensnare kicked The Unstoppable over as he passed, then strolled out into the night. The cacophonous sounds of moaning followed him for many hours after.