T-Bone's new orders (Commission for Sanmer)
It looks like T-Bone has been kidnapped and shackled to a chair. He doesn't know who might be behind this, but he has a few ideas... which he'll probably lose soon.
A commission I wrote for Sanmer (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sanmer/))! If you're into SWAT Kats, you might enjoy it.
T-Bone let out a loud grunt and struggled for the umpteenth time. The burly kat had spent the last few minutes trying to break free from the thick restraining shackles that kept him immobilized on his seat. He’d woken up there, still feeling slightly groggy, and it had taken him a short while to even understand what was going on. The big feline wasn’t used to being shackled to a metal chair, but he could deduce one simple thing – he’d been caught, captured, kidnapped or something like that. He needed to figure out which of those options, although it wasn’t like the difference mattered too much-
It wasn’t only the shackles that made him think of those unnerving possibilities. Some kind of visor had been put over his eyes, a thin glass screen that right at the moment didn’t allow him to see a thing. What that meant was that T-Bone had no idea of what the room he was trapped in looked like.
“Hmph! Hey!” he shouted. “Let me out, whoever you are!”
The kat hadn’t expected to get an answer, but the only sound that bounced back to his pointy ears was the echo of an angry voice – his own. This gave him a general idea of how big the room was. And how empty, as well.
“Feral? Are you there?” he yelled. “Are you the one doing this?”
The last time he’d seen Feral, they hadn’t been on the best of terms, but he couldn’t believe he had captured him and shackled him to such a rigid, uncomfortable chair. T-Bone couldn’t believe the old man was willing to use such illegal methods to teach him a lesson, being a stickler to the law himself. Well, maybe he would, the kat thought. Who knows. I only hope I’m the only one he’s captured.
“Whatever it is, I promise I won’t do it again!” T-Bone shouted again.
He was more annoyed than scared of his predicament. The only thing the kat wanted to do was return to the salvage yard, make sure Razor was okay and that whoever had caught him hadn’t hurt his friend. If they’d managed to kidnap him, the smaller kat would definitely not be a problem.
Suddenly, the visor over his eyes pulsed and turned on. T-Bone gulped and squinted a bit as his eyes got used to the light. It was a bit difficult after spending so much time in the dark.
A short message appeared on the lenses.
Welcome, subject.
“Welcome?” T-Bone asked. He tensed his arms and tried to break free from the shackles one more time. “Welcome where? To what?”
The visor pulsed a few more times before displaying a completely different message.
Please, kindly wait as you receive your new orders.
New orders? T-Bone felt a groan escaping his throat. The chances that Feral was behind that stupid prank were getting higher and higher. After all, the old kat had always been obsessed with orders, ranks and all that boring stuff. When T-Bone and Razor had disobeyed one of his orders in the past, he had been really annoyed.
How could he still blame them after all that time? T-Bone and Razor had only made a tiny, little mistake, and simply because they’d decided to do what felt more right at the moment. Plus, the two of them had already been kicked out of the Enforcers. What else could he possibly want?
“I don’t need new orders!” T-Bone complained. “I need to get out of here! You can’t do this!”
But the shackles didn’t budge. T-Bone was quite the strong kat himself, so that must have meant they were made of a really strong alloy or something like that. The feline huffed, extremely annoyed.
Then, the screen pulsed again.
Your new orders are:
T-Bone snorted and resigned to endure it, whatever it was. He’d play Feral’s stupid game and then he’d be on his way.
Obedience is pleasure.
“What?” the big kat roared.
The screen pulsed again and moved on to a new message.
Compliance is mandatory.
“You must be joking,” T-Bone mumbled. “Let. Me. OUT!!”
However, the big kat was beginning to realize that if his complaints hadn’t been answered the first time he’d voiced them, they wouldn’t be replied no matter how much he insisted. He struggled for a solid minute, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free from the shackles to no avail.
Obedience is pleasure.
“Like hell it is,” the feline muttered as he tried to catch his breath.
Compliance is mandatory.
“Sure, watch me comply, pal! I’m going to break out of here as soon as I— Aaaah!! What the hell is that!?”
T-Bone could have sworn something cold and metallic had just stroked his lap. With the visor’s screen filling everything around him, the kat couldn’t see what it was. It felt like some kind of hose, although he couldn’t be completely sure. Just where I am?, the feline found himself thinking. For the first time, he felt slightly scared.
A new message appeared on the screen.
Defiance detected, T-Bone read. Applying positive reinforcement to push conditioning further.
“What? Conditioning? What’s that supposed to mean?”
The metallic hose slithered around his lap like a snake. It seemed to be trying to measure something. Then, as if it’d already figured out what it was supposed to do, it slipped into the kat’s pants and went straight for his dong.
“WHAT THE-”
But T-Bone couldn’t finish the sentence before something cut him off. The hose’s opening seemed to hitch with the kat’s cock, enclosing it. It was pleasantly warm to the touch and strangely wet. An involuntary moan escaped T-Bone’s throat as the weird contraption began a sucking motion, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Obedience is pleasure, pulsed the screen.
“W-wait, no… Aaaah… Hmmf-fuck!”
Compliance is mandatory.
The messages kept pulsing in front of T-Bone’s eyes, which were slightly rolled up now that his previously hidden length was being pleasured in such an unexpected way. The kat tried to complain, but only moans escaped his lips. How could that stupid hose feel so good?
Obedience is pleasure.
“I… I won’t… hmff… aaah…!”
Compliance is mandatory.
Inevitably, T-Bone’s body began to react. His cock grew harder, longer, more sensitive – and as it did it became even more enclosed by the warm, throbbing hose. It gently pushed back and forth, the constant motion enough to make the kat leak out some pre. His legs and arms twitched, but they were still shackled to the chair, so the only way T-Bone could somehow pour out all that pleasure was out of his mouth, by moaning.
Obedience is pleasure.
There was something about the repetition that was different this time. More intense. More insistent. The kat tried to resist it, but it was enough to send him all over the edge. He let out a louder moan, his huge body tensing on the chair as he came inside the hose. His sticky mess joined the already warm insides of the strange contraption.
“F… fuck… I…”
Compliance is mandatory.
But it didn’t stop there. The hose kept throbbing around his cock, the words still pulsing in front of T-Bone’s eyes. The sucking motion, the warmth, the wetness – now more obvious than before – kept on rocking his body back and forth in an ocean of pleasure. Flashing lights in the visor hit his brain like bricks as he tried to catch his breath, the room filling with echoes of his helpless moans.
Obedience is pleasure.
T-Bone’s tongue lolled out, his own hot, sticky seed pouring down all over the base of his cock as the hose kept pleasuring him. A thin trickle of drool started falling from the corner of his open mouth. His body twitched and convulsed with pleasure, his lips moving slowly as the words kept appearing on the screen.
Compliance is mandatory.
The strong kat tried to hold onto his rational mind, but he couldn’t do it for much longer. Thoughts were hard to grab when his mind was constantly screaming for release, swirling in that blissful haze. T-Bone was melting on the chair, his resistance falling, crumbling, fading.
He came a second time. A third time. A fourth…
At some point, he lost the count of how many times he’d been taken over the misty bridge of climax. It all became blurred inside his mind, words mingling together as they poured down into his mouth.
“Obedience… is pleasure… hmfff…” he mumbled, drool cascading down onto his chest. “Compliance is… manda… tory… hggg… gggg… Obedience is pleasure… Compliance… hggffss… mandatory…”
Those words were part of him now. The only thing that remained for T-Bone, alone in the room, behind that mind-melting visor. The one truth that he repeated constantly, over and over and over.
And now that all that pleasure had ingrained them deeply in his brain, his new orders would surely be difficult to forget.