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The lights were sliding over the dark interior of the car, orange and yellow to cast away the darkness as Kimber leaned back in the warmed leather seat and stared at the double yellow lines as he searched for something to say. The car was remarkably silent, unnervingly so. There was no music on, though the vehicle boasted the capabilities, and there was very little talk unless he wished to start it with the driver. He was used to silence, he enjoyed long hours of reading, but the strange silence that fell in the car made him shift and feel the tug of the seat belt across his chest. He felt as if he should have some sort of alarm bell going warning him that something was off, but it was tempered with anticipation that made his stomach leap and his heart speed up when he thought about what the night might lead too.

The fennec's eyes flicked towards his companion, struggling to find something to say that would not only break the silence but engage his companion. The wolf that drove was impressive enough that he paused and reassessed the situation, looking that the strong featured male that was staring out at the road intently. Lorne was handsome, there was no way around it, the striking wolf was color with a pale silver coloration that darkened towards black at his muzzle, ears and appendages. He lacked the reddish and brown hues that many timber wolves boasted, making him unique even without the pale amber eyes. They were paler than any eyes he had ever seen in his life, nearly white with a single drop of gold spread around the iris to try and create color. They were unsettling and unnerving, but they had been what had drawn him to the large male in the club the first time.

He had been visiting The Chain for amusement while he had time away from his busy schedule. It was a local gay club was doubly hated in the local area for carrying the stigma of also being a bondage club that provided various rooms in the lower levels for patrons to indulge in their passions with one another. It wasn't selling sex, which was illegal, it was simply making sure that there was a safe place for activities to be held. He frequented the place, despite the fact it was rather low class, for a bit of fun when he was bored and he could always buy his way into the upper levels that were much more well run and boasted elegant private rooms and a floor overlooking the club. It had been there that Lorne had found him.

Just thinking of the night made him shiver, the unease and delight warring together as he recalled the way the wolf had greeted him with a confidence that had amused him. It was obvious the other male didn't know who he was, but it had amused him that the towering dominant had arrowed in on him. He didn't wear leather or any of the outfits others wore, but displayed his dominance in the way he carried himself. It hadn't taken long for Kimber to be convinced to go into a private room together, and once there the wolf had unleashed a knowledge of his body that had both terrified and delighted him. It wasn't often that he was brought to the brink, but Lorne pushed him relentlessly, with an animalistic passion that had left the fennec shaking and calling out his safe word.

Normally, just the start of the word stopped a good top from continuing, but the impassioned wolf had to be snapped out of the moment. It should have made him blacklist the creature entirely and refuse to meet with him again, but there had been something on that moment of terror and pain that had called to him. It had been pleasure awoken that he wanted to explore. He had spent his life exploring everything he could with the money to easily pay for his small vices when he needed too, but this was new. He had left the wolf his number and the haughty offer to take a message should Lorne wish to meet up again, it hadn't taken long for the call to come and arrangements had been made.

I should have returned to the club. He thought and shifted again, tipping back his large ears against his ears as the wolf eased towards a row of houses in a nondescript neighborhood.

"You live around here?" Kimber spoke, breaking the silence with the question. "I thought you had a loft in the city?"

"I do." Lorne answered, his voice a thick heavy rumble that was just this side of a growl. "I prefer being here."

"So you don't live here?" He asked as the car slowly turned along a driveway to flash over a red brick building.

"I do sometimes." He replied and put the car in park, turning his broad muzzled head over and raised a brow. The eyes were ghostly in the darkness and made Kimber tense up slightly. "I prefer not to mix my pleasure with my living space as a personal preference."

"And I am your pleasure?" Kimber asked, putting a languid tone to his question as he unbuckled the seatbelt.

He was used to teasing flirts, but the wolf wasn't teasing him, at least not the way he was used too. There was a regard in those eyes that mixed a smug confidence with desire as they slipped over his slender frame. He was nearly half the size of the larger canine in terms of weight and nowhere near his height in size, but from what little he could find out about the wolf that seemed to be his preference. He hadn't been able to find out much, just a few people mentioned that he preferred the upper quarters of The Chain and rarely left them to lurk with people that were on the main floor. The wolf slowly smiled and showed a hint of fang before taking the keys out of the car and opening his door, looking well satisfied with what he saw.

Kimber had taken pains with his appearance tonight. He was always meticulous about his cleanliness and kept his fur soft and well-conditioned, but tonight was special. He had used oils in his fur to soften it and bring out the shine despite the fact it was typically too thick to be glossy. He had trimmed certain parts of his fur to enhance his natural build, even going so far as to have the fur along the back of his legs trimmed down short so that it revealed the curve of his soft rounded ass beneath the thick soft tail. He was always looking for a new thrill, something new, something to entice him and bring about new sensations and feelings that he was missing in his current life. Sometimes he clung to something new for a few weeks, other times a few days, but he always passed on, the only constants were those few he considered his friends.

There's little reason for me to want to stick in a life like this, but there are aspects about it that I want to enjoy. He thought with a flick of his tail.

Lorne led him put the steps of the large brick house that looked as if it were well taken care of, though it showed a bit of age. There were lights on in the living room, but no movement as the large lupine pushed the door open and made a gesture that Kimber should follow him. The fennec followed with a twitch of his nose at the too clean smell of the place. It smelled like cleaner and air freshener, not at all like the wolf in front of him. It was a warning that made him stiffen as the door was shut behind him and he found himself standing in a clean nondescript living room. There was a couch and chair, a clean coffee table and light, but little else. There were pictures on the walls, but they were drab and more like hotel artwork than anything else. It wasn't right, it made him tense as a large paw slid down the line of his back.

"I keep my playroom downstairs, it is quieter that way." Lorne rumbled and blunt claws played along the small of his back as he was dwarfed beside the broad chested male. "I'm sure you will find it more accommodating than what was at the Chain."

"Why not discuss what you're thinking of doing first?" Kimber ventured and raised a brow with a languid air. "No reason to go rushing into something I might say no too."

"If I wished to discuss things, I would have done so on the phone, but you didn't discuss anything. You agreed to meet me and here we are." Lorne gave his back a light push, his voice taking on the edge of a purr....or a growl. "And I have not forgotten how you felt the night I met you."

It was a compliment of sorts, but Kimber didn't feel that it was, there was something of a threat beneath it as he was pushed firmly towards a door that was partially open. The house didn't smell like anyone, not even a stranger, it should have at least smelled like someone. He pushed back against the hand as the wolf reached over and pulled the door open to show a carpeted set of stairs. There was no earthly reason that he should have been afraid, but the bells that had been in the back of his mind were screaming through him as he dug both of his feet to the ground and jerked backwards against the paw on his back. He didn't want to go down the stairs, there was something terribly wrong with this place and with the wolf. There was no one here to stop the brute if things got out of hand, only the promise that Lorne would listen to a safety word that had to be screamed the last time.

The moment he started to try and stop himself a low growl filled the air and the broad body shoved itself behind him like a living wall. The hand on his back suddenly grabbed the base of his tail and another reached around to grip the nape of his neck with enough force he yelped out loudly. It wasn't just sudden, it was painful, the fingers dug claws right against the skin as he was forced to start down the stairs while he bucked wildly against the hold. It was like hitting back against a brick wall, one muscled well enough that there wasn't even a yelp in response.

"LET ME GO!" Kimber snarled out and twisted his lips back. "I'm not going down there, there's something wrong here and I'm not going to play this game."

"Poor little slut, you're already playing the game, too late to fold up now." Lorne's mocking voice came with a shove that made him stumble a few steps down.

"I said let go!" He swung back, twisting until the grip on his neck gave a yank that nearly made him fall down on the stairs. "I'm going home!"

"You'll leave when I say you can leave." There was another shove, this one hard enough to rattle his teeth and the fennec felt a burst of terror.

The wolf wasn't just playing rough, it hurt his neck badly enough that he felt welts from where the claws had scraped against him. He was pushed further down the stairs and saw a glimpse of dark leather and glittering steel and that's all he needed to see. This went against every bit of safety taught to a child and Kimber wasn't about to become a statistic. He twisted about in place and swung his fist up in a way he'd learned in a half forgotten self defense class. His fingers balled up into a tight fist before it cracked just beneath the wolf's chin and slipped down to hit the throat with enough force that he felt the massive body shuddering backwards briefly and he prepared to bolt around Lorne and to the top of the stairs. He'd just have to get outside and he could call a cab or a car to come and get him.

He barely began to start up the steps when the wolf let out a roar of fury. There was no other word for the eruption of sound that came out of the open jaws and there was a fist striking out towards his stomach. The fennec barely had time to do more than to turn himself to protect his core before he felt the impact hit him and drove the breath from his lungs before he was thrown down the last few stairs. He crashed to the ground, tripping over his own paws with a pained cry before hitting the wall, dazed while he fell and curled around his stomach protectively. He was shocked by the pain that spread through his core, beyond just a rough scruffing of his neck, Lorne could have done serious damage to him with the punch.

"You little tail raiser! You think you can fucking come here and run away?" Lorne snarled out, the words twisted with rage as the silver wolf reached down to grab him by the front of his shirt and hauled him up. "You're a slave, boy, you will show your master respect!"

"The hell I will!" Kimber wheezed out and grabbed at the wrist that held him higher up, the pale amber eyes blazed with anger. "Get your hands off me!"

"I'll have a lot more than my hands on you before I'm done." Lorne pushed him roughly away from the stairs, shoving him hard enough that he nearly fell again. He was scrabbling to keep his footing as a hand grabbed the back of his tailored shirt and gave a rough pull.

He was yanked backwards with the motion, briefly, but his shirt hadn't been designed to stand up to such treatment. It had been tailored to his body to flatter it and the rough treatment quickly snapped the buttons open and tore one of the seams. The shocking destruction of his property had him in a rage while he swung around and held his ears flat back to his head. He tried to hold onto the fabric of his shirt, but the wolf only reached out to shove his chest to force him back while peeling the fabric away from him. His bare creamy white chest was shown off as he twisted his lips in a snarl of pure anger and confusion, only to see the smile parting the dark grey muzzle.

It wasn't a smile of pleasure, it was sinful and wrong, predatory as the creature stalked forward and forced him to retreat a few steps. He had never felt afraid of another being in his life, he had always been sure of his own security and abilities, but there was something nearly feral. His shirt was tossed aside to one corner of the room and the larger male padded around him, showing a hint of teeth as the eyes razed over his shirtless body. They were no longer admiring, they were anticipating and sickening looking as he was driven back and given his first good look at the room he had found himself in.

The carpeting was a façade that only went so far as the stairs, the rest of the room was covered in stark brick work and a cement floor that was cold on his paws. It was somewhat like the room at the Chain in that it had some basic restraints, whips and some more common instruments were cast around, but there were more than simple common toys. There was a wall of devices ranging from thick broad paddles to canes, some had spikes and others had holes in them so they could go faster through the air. The gags ranged from balls to solid metal bits and ring gags, while the middle of the room was taken up with a table and chair.

No, table and chair was too light a word for it. It was a hellish parody of the mundane furniture. The table was a stark pale pine with a butcher block like counter that had iron worked screwed into the top in the form of large O rings and thick ridges. There were scar marks against the wood, claw marks and darkened places that made his ears go flat in horror as he imagined what might have happened on it. The chair was more of a series of braces with thick leather straps that were cast open and silver glittering buckles that were threatening him. Aurdian felt a lurch in his throat while he saw the heavy length of the leather buckles that hung from the table to match the chair. It was an extreme of bondage material, things he had no name for were spread around the place.

"On your knees." Lorne snapped out and the fennec swung around to face him, tilting his head up stubbornly while curling back his upper lips.

"Do you have any idea who I am? Get away from me!" He pulled backwards, his hackles rising up on the back of his neck as the silver wolf stalked him.

"No." The wolf answered flatly and then struck out with a leg, catching right behind Kimber's ankles to send him spilling to the ground. "I said get on your fucking knees, dog!"

That stung, the snarl of anger and the impact of his knees on the concrete hurt and startled him. He had enjoyed a bit of pain while enjoying sex before, but this rattled him to the bone as the wolf used sheer power to force him to stay down. He wasn't aroused by the pain, he was shocked by it, especially when the large paw moved down to wrap along the underside of his jaw and jerked his head upwards with a forceful pull that made him choke out a high pitched sound. Lorne didn't hesitate to make him tilt backwards, and he struggled against the touch before the wolf unbuckled his belt and slid it open with a tug that slipped it free of the bands with a smooth stroke. It slipped out easily and while he struggled to surge up again the wolf freed it and swung it around. The hand left his chin, but only briefly enough to pull the belt into a loop before it was dropped over his head.

As he struggled forward, reaching up to grab the edges, the wolf yanked hard and dragged him to the ground. The belt buckle dug in along his throat tightly so that he was letting out a high pitched squall of shock. It showed a complete lack of respect for him, for his body, displaying that it didn't matter who he was. He was dragged towards the table, forced to hobble on one hand and his knees as he held onto the leather belt tightly, grabbing it firmly so he wasn't entirely being choked. He had understood how much larger Lorne was, but now he was able to see just how vicious the creature was when it came to his newest toy. There was no mercy in the strange eyes.

The wolf forced him up against one of the legs and wrapped the leather of the belt and tied it off with a deft twist that left him with his cheek shoved firmly against the wood. He was nearly bruised where his cheek was shoved against the hard grain of wood, his breathing became quicker as the wolf actually kicked him about, forcing him to turn to face him with a twist that caused the belt to tighten and his breathing came out in a wheeze. He couldn't even draw back far enough to turn his head, he could only fumble and try to grab at the belt to find a way to untie it. The wolf had other plans in mind.

"Do you think that you're going to just wriggle free?" Lorne reached down and roughly grabbed his wrists, yanking them up. "You're my new little toy, and toys get no freedom."

"I'm not your toy! You filthy dog, go and fuck off!" Kimber snarled, putting force into his voice. "Are you so damned stupid you don't understand what's going to happen to you?!"

"You mistake me for an idiot?" Lorne grabbed both his wrists in one hand and nearly crushed them with his hold. "You think that others haven't whined those same words? You are stupider than you look, but I already knew that."

Tears sprang to Kimber's eyes as the bite of the fingers around his ligaments and bone as his arms were forced up and the wolf leaned forward. He was utterly confident, the smug dominance of someone who knew he had the upper hand. Two thick leather straps and heavy cuffs were drawn down, but they weren't designed to simply go around his wrists. There were three heavy restraints that weren't meant to go around his wrists individually, but were pushed down the length of his arms to wrap just below his elbows and squeezed the limbs tightly together so that his shoulders began to ache at the pressure.

"I am not stupid! I am-" Kimber started to snarl out, not caring that he was enraging the wolf with his words, he was frightened and all he had left were his words as another restraint slipped around his elbows.

"The one that took my call." Lorne made the words scornful and then snapped the final restraint around his wrists, binding his arms so firmly that he couldn't even bend them. "Do you have any idea how lovely it was watching you snivel that safe word at the club? So frightened and crying, the perfect little victim."

"How dare you?! You are nothing but a common piece of filth! Let me go and I'll forget this happened, but if you don't-" He trailed off as a rough hand grabbed his pants.

"If I don't, I'm going to fuck you raw and watch you beg for more." The wolf finished smoothly as his pants were torn by the yank.

He had taken such pains with his fur, but now it was a mark of humiliation as the covering was ripped away to reveal his bare lower body. He tried to curl his belly forward and his tail tucked between his legs as he was revealed and there was a flash of his sheet. The air felt cool even with his fur and he sucked in a breath as the wolf let out a low sound in his throat, one of lust and approval as he looked down. Kimber wasn't a large fox, he was lean and his muscles were more toned for lighter work than heavy lifting. He had been naked in front of Lorne before, but now the heat rushed to his ears, hot and ashamed as a paw reached down and grabbed his muzzle, forcing him to look up.

He jerked back as he realized that the wolf was unsnapping his pants, pulling them free while making him watch. The fox curled himself up protectively and let out a muffled growl as the fingers pinched down hard on the bridge of his nose and forced him to remain in place as the pants were undone. The pale silver underbelly had a trail of black fur that ran along the navel, the dark trail led down to something he already knew was hiding there. The sheath was pitch black, bisected with dark red as the cock tip was jutting out from the leathery opening and rising up threateningly as the pants were spread open. The loosened fabric easily fell down from his pants and the claws raked against his cheeks lightly.

"Get that mouth open." Lorne growled, the eyes feverish looking as the fingers loosened. "Wide for me."

"Stick that anywhere near me and I'll bite it off." Kimber threatened, his voice deepening in an effort to convey how serious he was.

"A pity, but I can't say I'm disappointed." Lorne moved away, kicking off his pants as he stepped away.

The cock was jutting up, just a few inches that were glistening and sleek looking, but he knew just how monstrously large the wolf was. He had refused to do more than half the night before, he had been barely been able to take that much. He stared at the wolf, twisting his head and nearly choking himself to watch as the lean silver creature going to the wall. He couldn't see well enough to see what was being grabbed, but his stomach twisted. He was hurt, his body bruised and sore with more than just a few bumps. He felt the bone deep bruises that made his muscles scream for how they were twisted on his arms. His side hurt, making him wonder if his ribs were alright. He'd never been hurt like this, not once in his life.

Even when he had been a child he hadn't engaged in fights and the knowledge that Lorne was willing to hurt him was beyond unnerving. He didn't know how to get out of this. His phone had been in his shirt which was left in ruins at the stairs. His head was tied up so tight that he couldn't even move his muzzle enough to chew on the belt to free himself. He was terrified and he refused to show it. He wouldn't give the wolf the satisfaction of knowing that he was afraid, not even when the creature returned with a glittering silver and black leather, thick heavy straps joined together with O rings all fitting together into a thick rubber looking ring gag.

He didn't get more than a chance to look at the thing before the wolf struck out. He didn't ask or demand, he cracked the leather and metal buckled strap of the ring gag right against the curve of his hip. It cracked out hard enough to make him jerk, throwing himself against the table, but it didn't budge even with the shocked lunge. He twisted his head and the wolf struck out again, the long edge of the strap cracked with the buckle right against his ass as it curved around and made him cry out. It was a humiliating yelp that opened his jaws, but that's what Lorne was waiting on, because the moment his lips parted thick fingers pried his jaw down roughly and the ring was shoved into his muzzle.

He twisted and shook his head, nearly tearing his neck with the struggle to evade the shove as the rubber was pushed in over his tongue and his teeth dug into it. It wasn't just pushed behind his canines, it was forcibly wedged back towards the edges of his lips and back teeth. The hard rubber had no give while he choked and shoved with his tongue, having no recourse other than to try and break his way free. His tongue was brutally pinned down in place, being pinched until he had no other recourse but to twist his tongue back. He had to writhe it around before it pushed through the ring and in that time the leather was strapped down along his cheeks and head.

The buckles were digging against his upper cheeks and pulled back around the back of his head and around his ears. He snarled, the movement actually causing some spittle to spill down along his lower lip and he couldn't even lick it free. His eyes blazed angrily up at the wolf who finished the last of the buckles right beneath his jawline. There were two loops to either side of his head, thick and padded, pointless until the leash was loosened and Lorne grabbed them like handles. With the leash free, his body was yanked up by his head in a rough movement that made him crash against the muscled legs.

The harsh musk of the wolf filled his nose as the handles guided his head down and crashed his nose right against the dark black sheath. It rubbed against him back and forth, the scent was abrasive and wild while the slimy red veined cock pushed against his cheek. The wet trail left his fur matted all the way back against his upper ear and head. The struggle to get free was useless as the hold made him rub his muzzle up and down the sheath. He jerked back and twisted, but whenever he did, the leather pinched roughly against him so that he was only punished for his attempt to get free.

It didn't take long before he was forced up by the handles, his entire body held up by his head while his bound arms scrabbled against nothing. He let out a short groan as his lips were pushed up roughly right against the line of the heavy twitching cock. He hadn't given the wolf oral before, he had little interest in it as his nose was forced up against the tip with a slathering of precum that squirted out onto the roof of his mouth and tongue. He gagged and threw his weight back, but the moment he did the wolf yanked his head down and force fed him inch after heavy inch of cock into his maw. He had no control about how deep it went, he couldn't even pull back as the shaft shoved it's way free of the sheath and pushed out along his tongue.

The heavy length was starting to rub along the edges, starting to fill him with the taste of salty sweet precum. Whatever dream he had of some glimmer of mercy or at least some common decency, was lost as the wolf grabbed either side of the gag and forcibly impaled his muzzle on the cock. He dug his teeth harder against the rubber ring, twisting to one side with a harsh noise before the cock tip drove into the back of his throat. The tapered tip plunged into his throat, making him gag and choke at the sudden invasion while his muzzle was forced down to the dark red knot. His nose was crammed against it, being rubbed back and forth while he struggled to get his way free.

When he jerked his head back, the hold on the leads forced him back down again, giving him no choice but to swallow around the spire. The squirt of wetness hit the back of his throat and he convulsively gulped down around the it. His nose was nearly crushed against the thick bulge at the base as the hold on the rig on his head made it so that he was absolutely trapped without more than half an inch to move back and forth. His slender fox like muzzle was gaped wide by the ring and soon his throat was aching as the length shoved downwards and forced him to swallow around it. The very act was degrading and sickening, unable to get free and forced to choke along the jabbing tip before the wolf pulled backwards.

The glide smoothed along Kimber's tongue as the cock pulled out strands of precum and saliva, they broke off to fall along his bottom lip in a messy spill. He coughed slightly, but the wolf only drew back so far as to let him take a breath before he was stuffed full of the cock again. It brutally strained his throat open, causing him to gulp and salivate, working to get around it as his body screamed that it was too much and too thick. It glutted him until he couldn't breathe nearly at all, every breath came at a wheeze that made it impossible for him fill his lungs. And what he could get down, was tainted with the scent of the wolf.

The thickness of the shaft drove against the ring. It was wide enough that it was squeezing through the tight O with little room to spare, making it stir and shift with each constant pump. The precum that erupted out of the cock tip was a steady flow, leaving him no choice but to swallow it no matter how it made his stomach ache. He couldn't even use his hands to shove away as they were forced to remain in place, his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to block out what was happening to him. He had no recourse, no shame, no dignity as pump after pump worked in and out, the drawback sliding outwards with a slow steady pull that slurped free before he was forced to feel the next drive that overfilled his throat.

He wanted to choke up the shaft, every twitch and quiver was a torment to him as he felt it dragging back and forth. The slow smooth movements that pulled backwards were always followed with a rough jab, forcing the tip deep into his maw so he was twisting his head about wildly in an effort to free it. Every attempt to jerk about was punished with a rough jab that force fed the cock into his throat, dragging and rasping with movements that made him swallow in response. The stroking pulls ran along the length smoothly, trying to draw more down his throat as he tried to time his breathing to when he was mercifully allowed to pull back.

The wolf moved with perfectly timed shoves and bucks, each one designed to make sure that he was being overly filled with the length. The mixture of saliva and precum dribbled along his chin, marring his fur while he struggled to find a way to relieve himself of the stabbing pain of the cock continually plunging through his forcibly opened maw. The knot was a constant that battered at him, hitting upon his nose so roughly that he could feel the tender pad bruising. Lorne's low growl of pleasure only added to the humiliation as the wolf plunged himself forward and the cock tip splayed him open wide. He convulsively swallowed around the length, the movements bobbed his throat up and down before there was a sudden jerk back.

The dark violet-red cock pulled free with a lewd sound and was accompanied by thick strands of saliva that broke off and fell down his chin. The tip was twitching and swollen while the entire base seemed far larger than it had been before, but the wolf didn't return to the gag. Instead, the paw reached beneath his chin and forced him to look up into the pale terrifying eyes. Kimber felt dizzied as the claws dug down beneath his chin and pulled, forcing him to lift himself upwards with a soft whimper. Tears had left his cheeks wet and one of the fingers teased over the damp darkened trail with a feather light stroke.

"I think I should give you a reason to cry, little toy, don't you? Your body just begs to be tested." Lorne jerked higher and Kimber found himself jerking up, following the hold with a wordless noise of protest. "I've dreamt of nothing but your lashed and bruised body since I met you, it's time that I see what I've fantasized about."

Kimber glared at him, trying to fill himself with bluster and the very real anger he felt, but the glare fell short as the rough hand grabbed the belt like leash and pulled it. He didn't feel the sudden snap and choke of leather around his throat, but was given the relief of having it loosen as it was untied. He tried to surge up to break free of the wolf's hold the moment he was given freedom, but it was as laughable as a child attacking an adult. The handles on the ring gag were grabbed and he was forced up by the head so he was set off balance. When he tried to catch himself with his bound arms Lorne struck out with a fist and sent him crashing back against the heavy table.

The blow sent pain exploding over his side as he saw stars dancing in front of his eyes and his breathing changed into a short shuddering pant. There was no method to the monster's madness, it was simple pain as his arms were roughly grabbed and used to swing him around until his stomach hit the edge of the table hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs. His arms were stretched out and used to pull him over the hard smooth wood at an angle that lifted him up from the ground. He kicked with both of his legs as he tried to protest, but the ring gag robbed him of speech, he was left with guttural noises that erupted from his chest wildly, angrily trying to break his way free as the long sleeves were forced out to the point that his ass was pushed into the air.

The leather ends were tied off on a heavy steel ring, straining his shoulders at a painful angle while he felt spittle spilling from his lips with each ragged breath. He had no dignity left to him, no pride. His sheath was shoved up at a bruising angle against the hard wood while his ass was exposed and the thick hand rubbed down the line of his back. The touch was almost pleasurable in the way it caressed him and toyed down towards the base of his tail. It reminded him of the way he had been seduced in the bar, what had lured him into the creature's hands, but it ended with brutal pain as the paw grabbed his tail and yanked it up at an agonizing angle.

Kimber's lips twisted back in a wordless snarl as the plush length was forced back to the small of his back and the belt around his throat grew taut again. His head was forcibly lifted high in the air as the wolf dragged the end of the belt like a leash and the reason became all too clear. The loose end was wrapped around the base of his tail and kept it raised high in the air. The leather was wound around tightly and pinched with enough pressure that it yanked against the soft thick fur, causing him to jerk his head back to try and relieve the pressure. The only response was a low rumbling laugh that filled his ears and the belt was pulled down so tightly that he could feel the blood flow being cut off.

There was one mercy, only one, to the sudden trussing. It came with a flip of fingers against the back of his head and the gag loosened itself enough that he could spit it out. It took effort, and his jaws were screaming with pain, but he managed it with a gagging sound as he rolled his tongue out and worked his muzzle open and shut. He licked his lips, but that only caused him to grimace at the taste of the wolf that lingered there like a foul perfume, but at least he could speak again. He could find a way to make Lorne release him, bribe him or appeal to his sense of greed. There had to be something that the wolf wanted.

"Please.. You don't-" He began, his voice raw and rough sounding, but he was instantly silenced by fingers curling around his throat and the kiss of claws against his jugular.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" The wolf growled warningly while the claws put more pressure against his throat, threatening to cut off his air.

"N-no.. bu-" Kimber felt his heart starting to race as the fingers dug down harder, making the words break and fall apart before he could even get them out.

"I only took the gag out for one reason." Lorne nearly whispered into his ear and pressed in closer. "I want to hear you scream and beg, I want to see that pretty face twisted and sobbing."

He spoke in a matter of fact tone that made the words all the worse to hear for the small fennec. He felt his heart lurch into his throat and pound in his ears, causing his blood to rush so swiftly that he felt as if he were going to pass out. He didn't know how to respond, because there was no response for what was being said to him. It was so alien that it should have been unthinkable, but as he listened to the heavy breathing of the wolf so close to him, he experienced a visceral terror that began to rob him of reason. There was no logic in him, only the driving need to run as far and fast as he could, the same need that caused a rabbit to break his neck in a snare.

"Shhhh do you hear that?" Lorne murmured, the massive wolf towering above him with one hand almost lovingly rubbing the curve of his ass.

"What?" He rasped out, his breathing was coming in a swift hitch as he felt the ache of his arms.

The head slid down close, the ear kissed against his shoulder while he felt the hot breath rushing against his shoulder blades. It was so terribly intimate that it was somehow even more of a violation than what had just happened with his muzzle. He didn't like to cuddle people, and those few friends that he had were treasured in that he enjoyed their touch. This was an intimate stroke of a cheek and the thick plush fur rubbed against him back and forth as the ear twitched itself right against his shoulder.

"Your heart racing, like a trapped bird, fluttering to get free." The wolf spoke with relish and satisfaction that caused Kimber to stiffen. "When I heard it racing I knew I had to break you, I wanted to see if it would break free."

The words were frightening and disturbing in a way that he was left speechless. The ear twitched in time with his heart, leaping back and forth before the head began to lift up slowly. The movement was almost regretful, as if Lorne would have been happy to remain pressed to his back listening to his captured heart. He couldn't imagine anyone speaking about something so strange, but the wolf did. It made the fear grow, his eyes squeezing shut as the paw on his ass gave a rough slap and he jerked in place. It wasn't that painful, but it was something terrifying after the wolf had spoken almost dreamily of his wildly beating heart. Kimber couldn't stop his heart from beating, he could barely keep himself from breaking down.

"Go to hell!" Kimber snarled, his voice like whistling in the dark as he heard the creak of leather.

"Time to learn some respect, dog." Lorne replied, his voice eerily calm before it was followed with the snap of a whip behind him.

No, not a whip, a cane. He felt the thin rode crack against his legs and a squeal bubbled up from his throat. He threw himself against the restraints as the rod came down again with a wild snap and the world tilted wildly around him. It was red hot pain, a line that welted beneath his fur as the fennec turned his head around to snarl a protest, but it ended up sounding like a breathless whine. The slight fox shuddering in place while he saw the wolf's eyes light up.

The cane struck out again, this time hard enough that the crack of it rang in his ears as he cried out in an animalistic fashion. He had never known a punishing hand growing up, he had never been spanked or lashed, he had been raised well. Even in the play of the bedroom such strikes were light and teasing. They were meant to be a hint of pain to increase the pleasure, but this was terrifyingly painful as the welts rose up in a hot line just beneath his tail and caused him to surge against the restraints. He jerked his hands up against the restraints, his body shuddering before the next blow hit him and it was followed by an unthinkable sound behind him.

It was a shuddering of pleasure, the wolf was actually making a noise of pure enjoyment as the cane cracked down again. This time it landed right over a mark where it had already hit, striking him to make his entire body bow in place. It was fiery pain that made his vision darken slightly as he snapped his teeth and twisted in place, the visceral fear turned his breathing into a ragged gasping sound. The cane was a torturous strike that turned his entire ass hot with the way it hit him. Every strike made him feel fire, tears sprang to his eyes and he couldn't stop them from falling down. It was like no other pain he had ever felt.

"STOP!" He cried, humiliated as his voice cracked loudly, he was unable to keep his voice in control.

"Why?" Lorne asked, the cane struck again and this time it was hard enough that it curled up along his hip and side.

"Please... I won't tell anyone, just stop!" Kimber couldn't believe what he was saying, but his entire backside was burning with pain and the wolf only let out a low rumble.

"You won't tell anyone even if I don't." Lorne dropped the cane to slide right along one welt. "How lovely you look with your fur showing red where you've been hit. Such lovely little boys should always be bearing the marks of a proper beating."

"I have money.." Kimber trailed off, his breathing swift and short, relieved of the immediate stinging pain he was left with the dull aching throb.

"Do you think money is what I seek? Why would I need money when I have the sight of those tears on your face and I have hardly touched you?" Lorne replied and then he resumed, but not like he had before.

The wolf seemed a monstrous creature made of muscle and endurance that worked together like a tremendous machine designed at causing him pain. The cane struck again and again, a rapid flurry of strokes concentrated right beside his tail, only moving enough that he was constantly assaulted with fresh bursts of pain. It wasn't simply the pain, it was the damage being done, he could feel the strikes bruising muscle and tissue alike due to the force behind the creature that loomed above him. The only hint he had that the wolf was putting effort into the punishment came in the occasional sound of the beast being out of breath, but that didn't lighten the blows, instead he changed tactics.

There was a pause in the strikes, the throb and beat of it began to make him let out breathy whines between his panting breaths. They were mewling sounds, pitiful and pathetic, but he couldn't stop them as the cane brushed up and slipped right between his legs with a light stroke. It teased right beneath the low hung orbs and gave a tap just beneath the twin testicles. The tap itself was hardly more than a kiss of leather, but the twin orbs were far more sensitive than any other spot on his body. It was shocking to have such a tender part of his anatomy tapped with the tortuous tool, calling to mind the most visceral of fears from the depths of his mind. Just the touch was enough to make him squall out before the cane moved back and away from him.

His relief was short lived, as the wolf's attention wasn't removed for long. It returned and when it did, he was graced with a broad flap of leather sliding up under one of his testes in a taunting stroke. It didn't hurt, it was almost lovely feeling as it danced back and forth, running over the edges, but the pleasurable sensation was torn away when the quirt flicked out and cracked right up and under his body, lapping against his sheath. He lunged forward, his entire body strained in place against the restraints as he kicked back with both legs at the gut wrenching pain. He was barely given a chance to gather his wits when crop suddenly snapped out to hit right on his ass cheek.

The pain was sharp and burning, not quite as terrible as the cane had been as it was more spread out, but it went right across the reddened welts left behind by its predecessor. Kimber squeezed his teeth together, keening out a noise as the crop landed again with full force, leaving him with the sound of flesh and leather coming together in the backdrop. Every raised mark left by the cane was licked over, caressed and taunted as the wolf began to lay into him with blow after blow. Only this time, it was punctuated with terrifying moments when the leather paused and stroked against him. The touches could have almost been pleasurable over his burning throbbing skin, but each time there was a pause, the wolf snapped out between his legs.

The world went black the times the crop hit his balls or his sheath, though it never hit as hard as his ass, it made him sob out and hunch himself as the skin warmed under the touch. He tried to drop his tail in vain, struggling wildly, but there was no escaping Lorne's games. The wolf's breathing was harsh with his own lusts, the noises he made unthinkable as the crack of leather continued on, forming a backdrop of agony that was never ending. Even the pauses hurt, mingling sharp hot lines of pain with the wide spread markings of the crop. He was choking on it, nearly sobbing out as he twisted his head as far as it would go to one side, watching the silver wolf strike out again before the crop hit hard right on his pink pucker. The strike sent him surging upwards, screaming out at the fresh burst of agony.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Kimber screamed his question, his voice cracking midword as another lash of the crop assaulted him.

There was no answer save for the sudden hit of the leather crop right beneath his balls, the strike harder than the rest, hard enough to make his stomach twist in violent nausea. He wanted to be sick, his body was shaking with pain as his heart beat wildly in his ears. The fox's head dropped down as he tried to think of a way to escape. He had never been in a position that he hadn't been able to escape before, not once in his life had he been trapped like this, but there was no spot of hope here. There was nothing for him. Not even a glimmer of hope that the wolf was going to awaken from the strange state that had overcome him. The strikes hit in a flurry that drew ragged screams from his throat, assaulting his vocal cords as he writhed.

"You were born to be broken." Lorne spoke with relish, his voice thick with desire. "You were made to be here."

"I won't tell anyone... please.. not anyone.." Kimber whispered the words, unable to even speak as he heard the wolf moving behind him.

"I know you won't." Lorne answered, his bare paw slid along Kimber's aching ass. "I'm going to make sure of that."

The crop soon returned, but it did so with a vengence that robbed him of speech and thought as the leather slapped down against him. Kimber was trapped and bucking against the table, lifting hard against the restraints until his body was held taut. Crack after crack of leather hit him in a rapid fire flash that snapped near the base of his tail. There seemed to be no attempt to aim, instead, it hit freely against his pucker and balls. He could hear nothing except the sound of it hitting his flesh and his own muffled noises, every one dragged from his throat raggedly until he was barely able to think. His entire ass felt hot and swollen, the skin raised up in varying degrees of welts. Each one burned with its own pain, the levels of it seared into his mind until he felt sick to his stomach.

"PLEASE!" He called out, hearing his own cracking voice with humiliation, but he didn't care. He could be humiliated, if only it would stop.

Lorne answered, but not with his voice, but with the flat of his hand slapping his ass so hard that he was thrown forward against the table. His sheath and cock were pinned painfully as he felt the pawprint forming beneath his fur and then the crop was back. His bluster began to fade, he didn't have it in him to try and put up a front, all he wanted was for the pain to stop.

"I'll pay you! Anything you want! Anything!" He offered wildly, his ears flat to his head as the paw cracked down in answer.

"I have what I want." Lorne answered, the wolf's voice thick and heavy with his pleasure and heat.

"Name your amount!" Kimber tried, only to let out a shriek as the paw cracked against him again.

The spanking paw moved away, but was blessedly not replaced by the crop again, instead, the wolf moved in closer. The heavy paws pushed against his shoulders and dug down with the claws bruising his skin. He wheezed out a short noise, his chest rose and fell raggedly while he felt the clenching touch come with the warmth of a body pushing itself in close against him. He didn't think about what he was feeling, he was nearly sobbing in relief that the riding crop wasn't assaulting him anymore. it was like a line of fire burning over his ass and beside his tail. The spots where the cane had hit stood out and were pounding until he felt overheated and cold all at once. He felt feverish as the wolf's paws flexed and he felt the hot breath against the nape of his neck.

It was predatory. He shouldn't have been afraid of another predator, but he had never felt so much like prey as he did in that moment. He was helpless and bound. No one would ever know what happened to him if he was killed here. If he were lucky, someone would eventually find his body, but that was of small consolation at this moment. It was clear the wolf was going to hurt him, enjoyed hurting him, and even now he felt fingers curling along his neck and pressing against the side. He thought that Lorne was going to grab his neck and throttle him, but he realized that the wolf was doing something far more disturbing. He was resting his fingers right on the frantically beating pulse and feeling it with tender strokes. Just knowing it made Kimber's heart leap up, tasting bile on the back of his tongue as the wolf leaned forward, the weight pressing against his back.

"You smell like fear." Lorne whispered, the tone of the voice all wrong and the fennec convulsively swallowed. "I am going to fuck you until I break you."

"I'll make you rich, I can make you rich, no one will ever find out-" Kimber offered, his voice as frantic as a child whistling in the darkness in the hopes of chasing away monsters.

The rough laughter rang in his ears as he felt the swell of the glistening raw cock pushing against his ass. He hated it, but it almost felt good having his ass stroked instead of beaten, his body reacted with a shudder of relief. It was disgusting and invasive, but it wasn't the pain of being beaten, leaving him humiliated and grateful as the hips jerked. The cock left a smear of wetness behind, pushing through the thick soft fur and running up against the side of his ass with a rough pumping caress. He could feel every last inch resting against him before the hips drew back and Lorne's paws shifted around him.

One wrapped around his throat, the fingers curled down tightly enough to pinch and cause his breath to come out in a wheeze and the other grabbed the base of his tail like a handle. Kimber was given no other preparation or warning than that hold that crushed him in place before the cock tip touched his sore reddened pucker. The fennec's scream came out and cracked, shrilling up so loudly that sound stopped and all he could let out was a ragged breath as the cock drove into his body without pause.

There was no careful stretch or easing, the boned cock drove into him nearly halfway up the obscene length and splayed him open. His stomach cramped in reaction as Lorne snarled and flexed his fingers along Kimber's throat before driving forward again. The muscled body was powerful and used every inch of force to wedge and spear the length through his passage. The walls were tearing as they struggled to hold around him as the taut ring of his pucker pushed higher and higher up. Tears sprang to his eyes as he opened his jaws wide, soundlessly crying out as he was overfilled and stuffed. The inches sinking through his passage roughly until he had no choice but to spread his legs open as wide as they could go to try and relieve the pressure.

Lorne didn't stop at the knot, he jerked back and then drove forward, glutting his passage wide as the thick bulb worked to forcibly impale him. He was thrown forward, his body writhing as his stinging walls molded around the length and clamped down. The tight flexing muscles closed along the spire tightly and clutched down, the movement suckling the heavy cock deeper inside of him. The rough drive forward came with a clap of flesh on flesh, force feeding the thickness of the base into his passage. He twisted his lips back with a ragged cry as the widest point of the cock sank into his body only to be ripped back out again. His strained walls quivered as the walls started to squeeze in an attempt to push the cock back out of his body again.

The only lubrication came from the spill of precum form the tip, but it wasn't nearly enough to make it easy. He was impaled to the point that his stomach kept cramping up as he struggled to draw in a full breath. It was hopeless, every time he nearly drew one in, it turned into short ragged noises. They were helpless sounds that he couldn't stop as the cock tip drove deep into his bowels, sliding through his passage making him twist in place. Every movement only added to the torment as his muscles tightened and relaxed, feeling the way that the knot sank inside of him before being yanked out with a lewd wet sound.

The fingers flexed on his throat and suddenly bit down hard enough that his air was cut off with a brutal squeeze. His head was pulled up higher in the air, pulling him backwards as the hips plunged forward with a brutal stroke that force fed the knot inside of him again. There was a lewd popping noise as it was forced in, his ass was pushed higher into the air as he kicked out with both of his legs before the pull back. The fingers gripped down tightly and bruised either side of his neck, pinching off his air until all he could do was wheeze out with his jaws spread open wise. He could get air, but not nearly enough as the shaft pumped in and out of his body with short brutal bucks forward.

The knot popped in and out of him as the claws raked against his neck, refusing to let him get enough air as he wheezed out short noises. It hurt, his body was on fire from the cock that was pushing through deep inside of his bowel, tearing at the sensitive skin that struggled to hold him. The contracting muscles that worked along the boned prick as the knot popped in and out with wet noises, slurping messy sounds that humiliated him even through his panic as he tried to suck down a breath. The fingers dug down roughly, bruising his neck, forcing him to let out rasping cries as his breath hitched in his throat. His face reddened while his tongue curled in his open muzzle, trying to suck down a breath desperately, but no matter how hard he tried he was only letting it back out in a rough wheezing burst.

When he twisted himself around he felt the fingers twisting slightly before the next thrust plunged forward with the base popping forward into his passage over and over again. The base squeezed through the narrow opening of his pucker, splaying and stretching with a lewd popping sound that made him jerk forward slightly. It was growing thicker, each push forward strained his walls open wider, stretching and forcing him to accept more of the length through him. Every stroke and push tugged at the sensitive walls, pulling through them so sharply that he was choking out yelps of pain. His body was throbbing with pain, feeling the way that the hips plunged against him put pressure on the tender sweep of his ass, scraping against the welts that had been emblazoned beneath his fur.

It was wet and slick, it was obscene sounding in the extreme, leaving no room in him to think of anything except for finding a way to end it all. His face was reddening as he tried to choke out enough breath to stop the burning in his lungs. The fingers cut down, the entire hand clutched his throat and squeezed down until there was no hope for drawing in a breath. He struggled, instinctively trying to break his way free as the thrusts beat in a wild crescendo of movement. The thickening knot was being pulled in and out of him, popping loudly until he was shaking and trying to keen out as all air was cut off. His fingers twitched and tried to reach for his throat despite the restraints as his eyes bulged open wide.

His jaws worked, trying to suck down a breath for all he was worth, but nothing was pulled down. He couldn't breathe out as he heard the snapping snarl behind him and the brutal lunge that sank the knot through the ring of his anal passage. The pain was a fiery line as he swallowed around the swelling girth, his body tearing to try and hold him and the fingers still didn't release him. He couldn't get out, he was gulping and twisting his head back and forth while he snapped his jaws mindlessly in an effort to gulp down air. The world was going grey around the edges as the heavy balls slapped up against his own with a rough plunge that forced the twin orbs to nearly crush against him.

He didn't care about the pain growing in his lower belly, he cared only about trying to breathe. He went wild, snapping his teeth at the air, nearly cutting his own tongue as he wheezed and plunged his hips to one side and the other, kicking in the air. The weight crushed him down against the table as he rasped and let out a gargled noise and the fingers only dug down harder. His vision flashed red and grey, each one playing over the other as his ears popped and he felt the blood flushing to his cheeks and face. He was going to be choked to death! Very real terror lifted up and pushed over his mind as the knot splayed him open wide, stretching his body with a burning spire of pain through him.

The twitching of the cock began to work through him as the knot swelled to lock in place, his gut cramped painfully before he jerked up high in the air and he gave a lurch forward. The hips pumped and jerked forward, crashing against him roughly before the hot spray of wolf semen erupted out of the tip and sprayed deep inside of him. His stomach churned painfully as rope after rope of the seed poured into him and the fingers flexed along his throat roughly, causing his entire body to shudder and buck in response. He tried to get free, shaking his head to either side, his tongue falling out and curling at the tip while he did his best to choke in something, anything, just a hint of air. There was no air, no relief as the world began to fade to darkness, the black velvet spread over his eyes and he began to fade away.

He felt watery ropes of the cum pouring into his stomach as he twitched and shuddered. He was going to die, the wolf was going to kill him simply for pleasure! He fought for consciousness, for life, he struggled for it blindly while the knot kept throbbing from where it was locked inside of him. There was no stopping it as the darkness claimed him, his last sensation was that of heat and weight pinned him in place as he was flooded. Terror was his companion.

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Kimber came back to himself to a rush off pain and a tear of the knot ripping from his body in a jerking pull as he was dropped bonelessly to the ground. Hitting it made him sob out, his breathing came in short rasping breaths before he choked out a breath. His throat was bruised so painfully that just the taste of the air was a torment as he scrabbled weakly to get away. His paws hit the ground, churning a little bit as he whimpered in a rough voice as he tried to get himself pushed onto all fours. He was alive, oh god he was alive. Just thinking it made him feel almost giddy, but that relief was countermanded by the aching pain of his gaping pucker and the trickle of wet cum oozing between his legs.

The throb and beat of his heart made his ears twitch as he got up onto all fours slowly, painfully, his lower body felt like one large bruise as he stifled a rough whimper. His throat hurt so badly that even attempt to swallow made him grimace. He had never felt like this in his life, and the knowledge of just how much damage had been done did not escape him. No bones were broken, he wasn't bleeding, but there had been no attempt to restrain the hands that had abused him. He lumbered forward, feeling the wet sticky mess beneath his tail with a shudder. What little pride he had left was stung by being in such a state. That little pride seemed to be all he had left at this point.

"Where are you going, little toy?" Lorne's voice was slow and smooth as it filled his ears. "Surely you're not broken yet?"

"Please... you've had your fun, l-let me go." Kimber whispered at the ground, the words like daggers in his aching throat.

"Let you go? When I have only just started to have my fun with you?" Lorne asked and suddenly something struck out.

The wolf didn't hit him with a hand, but with a flat hard wood paddle that cracked his burning ass and sent the fennec knocked to the side. His shoulder hit the wall and crumbled as he tried to curl himself up protectively and his eyes lifted in terror at the monster watching him. The wolf was still nude, though the vibrant red-violet cock was slowly retreating back into his sheath. He was wild and terrifying looking as one large hand held a polished paddle, his fingers stroking the smooth wood lovingly moved slowly as if to make sure the fox was watching. Kimber's rough breathing shifted into a partial sob as he watched, balling himself up around his stomach to try and make himself smaller.

"We have all evening, and if you make it to morning, we'll have all of tomorrow evening as well. I have so many toys to show you, little toy." Lorne tilted his head and took a step forward, a slow advance that made Kimber whimper.

The fennec watched the cock stir at the sound of his whimper and he broke. His bluster, his attempts at ferocity and cunning were lost in pure terror and pain at seeing the monstrous wolf's body reacting to his fear. His sob came out roughly, torn from his raw feeling throat as the predator continued his slow advance. Kimber balled himself up and wrapped his arms around his legs, trying to hide himself like a child as the next choking sob broke free and wracked his body. His throat hurt so badly that he wanted to stop, but he couldn't, not when he felt the hand running down his side. He felt filthy and used as the claws raked through his thick, carefully groomed, fur and ended with a light pat against his hip.

"That's right, cry for me... Cry, little toy." Lorne purred into his ear, the voice deep and lustful as Kimber's body was wracked with another sob.

There was no escape from the monster, there was no mercy. He didn't even know if he would escape with his life. Despair claimed him as the paddle landed a second time, causing his screams to fill the basement dungeon. His screams... and the sounds of Lorne's lustful growl.