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Trussed Up And Blindfolded

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an

erotic

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2018

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Druff is on the roll, isn't he? Just how many tails does he keep tugging to keep himself satisfied? Not sure about that, but Brian Silverfang appears to be one of his favorites in that respect. Who wouldn't like a college hunk?

Either way, in this story, you'll see them right again, and I do hope you will enjoy the read! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories!

Featuring and written in collaboration with Brian Silverfang.

Cheers!

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It was probably not a good idea to drop by the tiger's apartment when Brian was horny enough that his dick threatened to burst through his pants. The sexually welcoming atmosphere at Professor Druff's place, which usually included the tiger wandering about wearing silk pajamas, certainly didn't help. They'd done the dirty in every room of the house and Brian could barely look at the furniture anymore without recalling what had happened upon each of them. Not that he particularly minded, but today he was just blue-balled and hence...vulnerable to suggestion.

"I know exactly what you need..." the tiger had said, while he was already nibbling on the spot

under Brian's left ear and his paws fondle on the wolf's pecs.

"So you say...pops... " Brian had accused him in turn, puffed out his chest, and wagged his tail against what he found out to be a big bad tiger bulge threatening his rear.

"let's make you howl..." the tiger's voice grew even lower. Nipples were pinched and teeth scraped on skin, and the wolf was putty in the tiger's paws in a matter of a minute. Brian barely resisted when the tiger led him through the door, not into the bedroom, but the much more murkier, and exciting room that was the dungeon.

It smelled positively kinky in there, the wolf opined, once again, when he noted all the erotic implements filling the room. Some of them still made Brian shudder, even after several visits. But the scent was what he noticed especially, steel and rubber, leather and the kind of sweaty musk that simply wouldn't disappear from the room. The Iberian wolf was sure that it persisted thanks to frequent re-applications from the tiger and his hapless victims. Brian knew that he was going to end up as another one of them, and willingly so.

"Wotcha gonna do now, pops?" the wolf rumbled cockily at the tiger ushering him into this cave of sexual depravity.

The tiger's big paws rotated the younger male around so that they were face to face. Druff's grip tightened when he approached so that their bodies pressed together. Both could feel the other's growing arousal. Druff ran a paw down the wolf's back and to his hip before grabbing his ass. The muscle was solid and round under his grip, and the ttouch elicited a pleased rumble from both of them.

"Who said you're allowed to talk...?" the tiger grunted.

Brian flicked his ears back at the extremely dommy tone and the words the tiger delivered. He couldn't deny that it made his cock throb very hard, but there were still appearances to be kept.

"Hmmm..I bow to nobody..." the wolf huffed.

"I've also got your muzz doing this..." the tiger retorted. He swung his right arm up and had crooked it behind Brian's neck before the wolf had the time to really react to it. Druff pulled his muzzle down to the crook of his left arm and held him there.

There was thrashing against the tiger's unrelenting grip on his head, there were grunts and huffs seemingly in protest, there was tongue tasting matting musky fur and teeth scraping sensitive skin. But the wolf wasn't trying to escape, not really. In his pent up state, he reveled in the heady scent of another strong and virile male, and lapped at the source with lust and hunger, scraping along with his teeth for the added touch of forcefulness. And to try to escape for real would be admitting he was caught and that the older man was already in control. But if he were to meet the tiger's domineering moves with aggressive and demanding actions of his own, as if he was the one taking what he wanted from the tiger and not the other way around... then that line would be blurred.

And so, as his tongue kept swiping hungrily, the bulky wolf pushed his muzzle further into the pit it was held against and threw himself onto the tiger, mashing their bodies together more insistently, chest to chest and bulge to bulge. He even made the tiger stagger backwards a step, a victory he followed up by slamming his paws against the Druff's own generously muscled ass with an audible smack and squeezed hard at the globes he craved to finally feel flush against his groin.

For now he'd have to settle with just grabbing pawfulls of striped rump and grinding his hard dick against the tiger's equally rigid one.

The Druff huffed and grumbled approvingly at the wolf's actions. He tolerated it for now, encouraged, even. But it did not last very long. Eventually he released the grip he had on Brian's neck and let the wolf come up for his first gulp of non-musky air in a while.

"Pheuw!" the wolf vocalized. "You ever wash that thing?"

The tiger flexed his arms.

"Your tongue ought to do..." he made a mock threat while licking his lips. "Dogboy..."

The wolf huffed in mock indignance.

"I ain't no dog!" Brian exclaimed.

"Close enough," Druff said.

The tiger grabbed the hem of Brian's sleeveless muscle shirt and pulled it out of the waist of the loose cargo shorts the wolf wore. The peeking red flesh he saw made the tiger come to the pleasurable conclusion that Brian Silva was going commando and had no underwear on.

"This stuff better come off you soon or I'm going to rip it off," the tiger drawled dangerously. His paw fell down over the small of Brian's back and tugged on the wolf's swinging tail.

"You know that's not detachable, right?" The wolf grinned boyishly, mischievously at the tiger, showing off his pearly whites. He swished his tail in the tiger's grip the best he could. Brian got another rough tug for it. That stung good, all the way to his balls.

"Don't test me, boy." Druff threatened, sounding sexy-dangerous as ever, even if he couldn't completely keep the corners of his mouth from twitching up in a smirk. He was half tempted to follow through on his threat of rending the wolf's clothes. Usually he appreciated the way the shirts the wolf tended to wear clung to his body, but now it was just unhappily in the way.

"Seriously, what kind of a gentleman threatens to rip a guy's clothes off..." The wolf grumbled with that mock indignance again, still too loathe to remove his paws from the sexy rump they were seizing.

"You know exactly what kind I am..." the tiger lowered his voice still and leaned in to growl it straight into the college hunk's ear. "Just the kind you crave..." The ghost of the brief shudder that went down the wolf's spine Druff felt through the base of the bushy tail in his grip amused him enough to let the considerably hard two-pawed smack onto his ass slide with just a throaty grumble.

"Hell yeah, pops!" The wolf exclaimed as he, begrudgingly, withdrew his greedy paws from the tiger's posterior to comply with the earlier command. Druff leaned back slightly to give the wolf some room but kept his hold on the bushy appendage firm. Brian grabbed the bottom front of his shirt with crossed arms and started pulling up with deliberate slowness, baring inch by inch of his body.

The tiger thought he could feel his blood race faster as he watched the wonderfully built and exotically furred upper body come into view. He licked his chops as the thickly muscled pectorals he knew to be quite the weak spot for his young partner came to full view. He'd make sure to pay them proper attention later.

The shirt was tossed away to the side unceremoniously after it was fully over Brian's head, the wolf standing there in a broad posture that was meant to show himself off, flexing his muscles taut with pride.

"Good boy..." The tiger rumbled, drinking in the sight of the wolf's body. Right now he just wanted to make it sing with pleasure under his paws.

"Still thinking you can sweet-talk me, dontcha?" Brian suggested. He rolled his shoulders and grinned broadly. He was enjoying the attention, unquestionably. The tiger's lusty look told him that he was not going to be looking anywhere else now that he had some wolf to enjoy with his eyes.

"Whoever said I need to say anything to get you do what I want?" Druff tilted his head.

The wolf cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms so that his chest and arms bulged attractively. The tiger's tail made a happy loop behind him at the sight.

"What, think you can just manhandle all this?" Brian teased confidently. He was trying his darnest to be as enticing as he could with his posture in spite of his boisterous words. It was all part of their game. His belt and pants were undone and hung on to the curve of his ass from the wide stance of his legs. Brian would only have to shift his stance a little to make them drop to the floor. He could have a bit more fun teasing the tiger with just the barest hints of the fur on his groin and hips.

The wolf stood there and showed himself off for the tiger's pleasure, as well as his own, and gave his older partner-in-heat his best fiery look that told to come and get it if he dared. The tent in the wolf's underwear was hard to miss, and he hoped to tease the tiger into getting those pants out of the way himself.... and possibly get that striped muzz into an interesting position.

The Druff bared his teeth. He did not growl, nor rumble, or otherwise sound threatening. The glint of his eyes and his expression were enough to thrill the wolf.

"I've ruined men much bigger than you," the tiger said.

Druff pushed one of his paws against the wall so that Brian's muzzle was practically already in his armpit. The tiger did not move further, to pin the wolf to the wall or to close his remaining escape route by adding his other paw, or grabbing the lupine in question.

"There was this football coach in a rather lovely quaint Midwestern college...the team was not much to talk about I suppose, but the coach...215 pounds of pure wolverine muscle...built like the proverbial brick wall..."

The tiger could see the wolf's Adam's apple bob with the shuddery swallow that went through his throat. Druff as all smirks when he lifted his spare paw, opened the palm and then curled a singer clawed finger.

"But when I slipped my finger under his jockstrap...oh he moved like he was drunk...such an obedient boy..."

The way the imposing tiger referred to the powerful hulk of a man he described as boy, with all the dirty connotations, in such an off-handed manner as if it was a natural basic truth... as well as having no doubt that in that moment, with Druff's finger up his chute, he undoubtedly was an obedient boy despite all his bulk and strength... it encapsulated what excited and drew the wolf so intensely to the older male. That raw and naturally exuded dominance... it was a thrill like few others to challenge it again and again, and he could live with submitting to it occasionally. Even if the latter happened a tad too often for Brian's liking, but the sex was mindblowing enough to disregard mild annoyances.

The heady musk the lupine's nose was picking up from the nearby armpit was another thing that made his cock throb in his pants.

The wolf's mind raced with the images the Druff's brief re-telling evoked. Images of the thickly muscled man squirming on that single striped finger with an expression of unbridled lust and need, the huge body shifting with the effort of trying to maintain some measure of composure in spite of the mounting urges to grind back for more... yes... muzzle split with excited panting and lust-filled eyes pleading for more... followed by the big burly coach on his knees, worshipping that barbed shaft hungrily while obediently maintaining eye contact... then with the hefty wolverine on his back and legs held up and spread apart, pleading for it with eager whimpers...

And all the while the wolf was teetering on the edge between imagining himself breeding the bitch hard and heavy and being in his place, his breathing quickening and his shaft hard as steel. So taken was he by the arousing imagery and scent that he didn't notice his pants almost slipping completely off of him, held up only barely by his rigid cock and the curve of his firm rear.

"Bet that was an epic fuck, pops..." The wolf finally spoke, voice husky with clear arousal. "Should introduce us sometime... sounds like a guy who loves some hard punishment..." He concluded with a dangerous growl to his voice before focusing his eyes back on the tiger who was practically nose to nose with him, and snapping out of the little daze.

"Don't think I'll keel over from just a finger, big daddy. This one's tougher than that kitty cat." The young hunk puffed his chest out for effect, still left wanting to hear more about the slutty coach and teased encounter.

'Whose cock do I have to suck tho hear all the details?' the wolf mused to himself, roughly. The answer chuckled, right in front of him.

"Get your mind out of the locker room, Silva," the tiger said. It sounded like a warning, and it made the wolf's tail flex and swat against the wall. He wasn't even sure why the tiger's voice aroused him so much.

"Maybe I like it there," Brian suggested in return, "just hanging out with the bros...no pressure..."

"Well the Coach is mine," the tiger licked his lips.

He grabbed Brian's left pec before the wolf had a chance to retort, and gave it a heavy squeeze. The wolf rumbled in response and rolled his shoulder back sticking his torso out to in a show-offy gesture and flexed his seized pec, hoping to entice further rough attention from his striped partner.

"Psssh, don't be greedy now, tiger... no reason we can't bend him over your desk and share... "

"I'm not taking you to Illinois just to get some of your sweet little butt," the tiger grunted in reply. "Or these tits..."

He twisted his paw and made the wolf hiss anew.

"Hrrrrh... why don't you give 'em a little kiss, then... " The wolf growled at the tiger, closing his eyes in enjoyment of the heavy fondling of his chest. But he maintained his wide stance and kept his pants hanging on his curves and manhood. If Druff wanted them off, the tiger would have to remove them himself.

"Oh you'd like that," was all the tiger said.

Brian was disappointed by the lack of lips - or maybe some hungry teeth - on his man-nipple, but he could live with it for the moment. The fantasies coursing through his mind were too delicious, and he had to voice them out.

"So... Illinois... 200 pounds of subby wolverine coach muscle... " The wolf went on and grinned at his companion. "I'll keep that in mind next time I'm in town... Steal yo man, make him see stars. Thanks for the info..."

The cocky young hunk was all grins and tail-swishes as he provoked the beast in front of him, keeping himself confidently on full display. Thoughts of lifting a pair of beefy wolverine legs up and apart and going to town made his cock twitc desperately in his pants. He hoped Druff would be making more of a move on him soon. The urge to get down and dirty proper was starting to get to him, and Druff's raunchy stories were not helping. The wolf could feel the indecisive tension grow in his own body, between keeping himself on proud display and lashing his hands forward and grabbing hold of some thick daddy tiger ass, both to tease the cat and to pull their bodies finally together. If they were kindling and someone had put a lit match under them, they were surely already smoking a little before they were about to catch on fire for good.

Maybe all they needed was someone to blow.

The tiger snapped his teeth together, with deliberate loudness.

"You talk too much," he said. "That pretty muzz might need to be wrapped around something to keep you busy and not giving so much lip.."

Brian almost hated himself, not to mention the tiger, for how sexy it sounded like, to have the cat grab his neck scruff and push him down to his knees before shoving a barbed beer can dick between his lips. He would be standing by his earlier boasting, though. The tiger would have to apply some force. Brian wanted to see those biceps bulge before he bent the knee.

"Told you I'm not a pushover like your coach boy... " the wolf couldn't help himself any more. Brian reached out with a paw towards the tiger, feeling up the side of his midriff, grazing with his thumb over well-groomed fur and the solid muscle beneath. It felt good just to be touching the other man in kind. "Ain't just gonna open wide and beg for it, pops..."

Brian kept his eyes set on Druff's, daring him to make another move. Or perhaps he was already inviting it openly. Those lines tended to get blurred as things went on... especially in this no longer particularly secret room of creative debauchery.

"Come on, old man... thought you were gonna make me howl, not give me a massage." He flexed his grappled pec for emphasis again, relishing the attention despite his words. "Even if that thing over there looks a bit like it's meant for that..."

Brian tilted his head towards the bondage table which, given enough imagination, might've passed for something he'd seen at the gym and used for massages. He didn't dare to actually turn his gaze at it fully, in case the tiger decided to strike during his momentary distraction. The wolf's comment made the tiger chortle. Perhaps Druff liked the idea of giving one of his special kind of massages that concentrated on very small parts of Brian's body.

Even thinking about it made his maw water a little, or at least he imagined it did. His hard cock throbbed mightily in one of his pants legs. It was starting to feel uncomfortable, stuck down there. It did give him an idea.

"Though I bet you could have a good time if I put you on that cross thing over there for once, stripes..."

He nodded towards the St. Andrew's Cross on the corner of the room, which looked suitably ominous with its black paint and the outright shiny chains hanging off its sinister arms. At the same time he tilted his knee enough so that the pressure he'd been applying to keep his pants from falling lessened, and by curving his hips forward that meant that he was allowing his pants slip down a little. He was pulling on his hard cock, too, and the pant sliding down his leg meant that the very base of his shaft came into view, the fuzzy fold of skin and then the hint of ruddy skin that signalled where the actual swollen flesh started. Every throb of his dick against the fabric of his taut underwear felt almost too good.

The wolf knew that everything in his posture and motion was screaming for the tiger to move and just grab the candy he was so obviously desiring to have.

"Maybe I've polished it just for you," Druff said.

Brian could almost feel the hard wood and the thick leather cuffs on hs body from the tiger's remark. It was not an entirely unappealing suggestion, although he would not admit to that without a fight.

"Might've done a lot of work for nothing, then..." the wolf suggested.

The tiger's paw moved very quickly, to cup and grab Brian's muzzle. He let out a growl, instinctively, when the fingertips forced his lips against his gums rather hard. His cheeks puffed out.

"Hmph!"

The tiger's other paw grabbed onto the wolf's bulge and pulled his dick out of the pants. The thick shaft flopped out and onto Druff's palm. He squeezed it rather ruthlessly., making the knot throb about the very tips of his padded fingers.

"I'm the one who tells what goes on here," the tiger grunted. "And you're gonna do exactly what I say...boy..."

'Hnnngh!' The wolf vocalized and tightened his jaws reflexively on the tiger's fingers prying his muzzle open, but it didn't seem to affect Druff too much. Brian had been feeling heavily pent up and horny even before they got physical, and this latest move made his hard shaft throb in the dirty professor's iron grip. He might not have gotten a hold of the wolf's will the same, but he sure learned how to manipulate the horny young hunk's desires and impulses, along with heavily lowered inhibitions when so aroused. He had just the right amount of force, to show strength, and a hearty squeeze at the right place and tiger had a still quite headstrong and unruly lupine on his paws, but also a much more... malleable one. Right now, Brian certainly felt the urge to just nod his head for the hell of it and to kick things into high gear.

He was horny, his dick was hard as rock and fondled roughly, and he was in the presence of an undoubtedly formidable male. Right now, he just wanted to fuck.

So the wolf opted to let his pants drop down completely and promptly kicked them off to the side and out of the way. Standing there in his full naked glory in front of the tiger, he threw him a heated look the tiger didn't find too hard to decipher. Along with the pants the wolf had gotten rid of his bravado. His hormones screamed for some real fun after the night-long teasing.

"Hmmrh..." The tiger rumbled deeply as he moved them forward, letting his eyes roam over the richly muscled body before him. "Where's all that lip now, boy? Cat got your tongue?" The tiger enjoyed his current position of power fully, wiggling his fingers at the side of the wolf's muzzle feeling especially dirty and fun noe. The lupine's growl was just icing on the cake.

Oh yes, The Druff thought. Tonight he felt like taking no prisoners.

"I'd love to fool around with that muzz some more," the tiger stated to the glaring wolf, "but I think it'll be more fun if you are allowed to get loud. It's not like anyone will be able to hear it through these walls."

He squeezed down on Brian's shaft, as if planning to give a demonstration already. The stiff, musky tool throbbed in his grip. The wolf growled. A little saliva was propelled out of the corner of his mouth through the force of his grumble.

"You come here now..."

He pulled on the wolf's dick, using it as a leash of sorts. The wolf found it both to be extremely arousing and humiliating, to be led around like that. At least nobody else was going to know about it later on. They didn't move far, just a few steps towards the direction of the bondage cross. The wolf wondered briefly if he was going to be trussed up on onto the hard arms of the Cross. His thoughts were challenged when the tiger let go of his cock and instead took a hold of his arm to nudge him around so that they were facing one another.

"Put your arms up in the air above you," the tiger said. It was an order.

Brian glared at him, but did as he was told with a fair amount of curiosity, raising his arms, not without flair. If he was going to have to play along. he might as well have a bit of extra fun. He could make his biceps bulge and his shoulders roll even when told to do something as submissive as the tiger's command. It was only once his paws were pointing at the ceiling that the tiger released his muzzle.

"Hmhph...are you a bad cop arresting me under suspicion of being sexy?" the wolf proposed.

The tiger scowled. The wolf continued to leer at him, despite his current posture.

"Don't move."

Brian clenched his paws briefly into fists, just because. It was then that he thought he felt something brush against his knuckles. A glance upwards showed a flicker of metal above him.

'Shit!'

The tiger's paws moved with almost surprising speed. Leather was snapped around Brian's right wrist and pulled tight. A tug told Brian that his paw had just been trapped and locked onto something hanging from the ceiling.

"Oh man..." he huffed.

The tiger just gave him a glance before he locked up the second wrist onto the conveniently placed cuffs. The wolf's ears were flat but he did not make any move to try and resist the treatment. He was the one who'd been asking for things to heat up, and the tiger was paying up.

"Kinky," Brian said once the tiger stepped back a little, "so we're already going to the interrogation..."

"Stay up," Druff said.

The tiger turned about and headed for the chest of drawers on the other side of the room. He looked somewhat out of place, the wolf observed, in his pajamas, surrounded by all the naughty regalia. Brian wouldn't be surprised if he was wearing something rubbery or made of leather under it. Maybe the pajamas came with velcro stripes for a quick tear-off action.

Brian stared at the Druff's swinging tail and the curve of his ass through the silk. The trip to rummage at a drawer was unfortunately brief, considering the wolf's wish to ogle and manhaul the rear in question.

His dirty remark refused to come out when he saw what the tiger had in his paw. He knew what it looked like, but it was an odd thought. Yet, when Druff turned it about in his paws, Brian's vision became clarified.

"What are you gonna do with that?" Brian said.

"I think you know what this is used for," Druff said.

The wolf's world plunged into darkness as soon as the tiger put the blindfold over his eyes. Indeed it had looked like the kind of a black thing that Brian had seen people wear on planes to try and get some sleep, but the tiger's was hardly made like one of those flimsy things. It was padded leather that molded with his muzzle and his face, and instead of an elastic it had a strap that the tiger had to pull into place with a buckle.

The wolf bit his lip. It was an oddly sensual experience. There was the smell of leather, and the feel of how it clung to him. The tiger's arm brushed along his exposed underarm, and it almost tickled. The Professor's hard dick dug to the wolf's hip, although through the silk.

"F-fuck..." Brian hissed.

The tiger moved away from is side. Now it was up to Brian's ears to track the cat's movements, having been deprived of his sight. It did not make him terribly concerned, but there was a new...feeling of being on the edge due to the tiger's dirty trick.

"Gonna leave me here huh?" Brian mused into the air.

Two things happened simultaneously. There was a tug on his wrists and an odd rumbling sound that reached his ears at the same time. The tug was soon repeated again. He felt his arms being pulled upwards to the ceiling. The next tug caused an actual twinge on his arms.

"H-hey!" the wolf yelped.

Another tug. Brian realized that something mechanical had to be at work here, being used by the tiger to pull the cuffs higher up to the ceiling. The next pull made his tail bush up.

"W-whoh!" Brian voiced again. "You're pulling me off my feet here!"

There was one more tug from above. It left his arms straight up in the air, so that he could definitely feel a hint of continuous pressure there from the pull of the mechanism. He tried lifting his heels from the floor and felt that it eased up the sensation. The tiger must've pulled the connected wire or a chain so tight that just standing normally only barely kept his weight on the floor.

'What a devious fuck!' the wolf's mind told him. He growled audibly as he realized just what he had submitted himself into now. The cuffs only would've needed to be moved a few more inches and he'd be dangling of the ceiling, his full weight on his burning arms and shoulders and his toes desperately reaching for the floor and the comfort it provided. As he was now, he could stand relatively comfortably on the balls of his feet, but it was very unusual to maintain a stance like that for longer periods of time... something he suspected to very much be the case. Some of Brian's weight was held up by the chain, but the rest was on his legs that were halfway off the ground so there was no real freedom. But the unique stance left both his arms, chest and legs taut with the effort of keeping his body balanced... something the wolf was sure was also a part of the tiger's plan and was surely enjoying the sight unabashedly

'Devious dirty fuck...' His mind repeated. But he couldn't really blame the tiger either... perhaps it was narcissistic of the buff wuff to think so of himself, but imagining himself from the outside drew quite the arousing picture. The wolf was more surprised and curious than anything, having never been told about such a contraption. He tugged and flexed with his arms, mostly for show, and ended up almost losing his footing. There wasn't any real freedom left to him currently, the fold over his eyes almost an afterthought as he got used to hanging from the ceiling stark naked, thick muscles and dripping cock on full display for the master of the house's pleasure.

"Talk about sweeping a guy off his feet, pops..." The wolf kept a jovial attitude about his precarious situation. "Who said romance was dead!" He even wagged his tail a little, feeling aroused enough to only feel excitement for what the tiger would throw his way next.

The wag was possibly a mistake, if the resulting grabby tug was anything to go by. The tiger's paw closed around the base and pulled hard. The tail bushed up even further from the feeling. The wolf growled.

"That wasn't romantic at all..." Brian grumbled.

Suddenly it felt like the tiger had heaved himself on the wolf, because he was all over him in an instant. Druff's weight pressed on him and added to the stress on his arms. And this time it was fur on fur - the cat had shed his pajamas - and it was his striped coat touching the wolf's directly. Brian was pleased about that, but otherwise distracted from everything else that was going on. An arm wrapped around him, a tiger cock poking on the small of his back and a paw pulling and massaging on his tail like it was his new favorite toy. The arm across the wolf's puffed out chest held onto him tight. The tiger's muzzle landed on Brian's neck and teeth went down to his skin. It was more pressure than bite, but the result was still the same, a shiver that the tiger surely felt.

"Phuuh..." the wolf breathed out.

His panting only became noisier when he felt a new sensation, which was that of the tiger's thumb rudely pushing under his tail and directly towards his asshole.

"Haaah!" The wolf exhaled sharply again when he felt that thick digit snaking its way on his cleft towards his most intimate of places, with a deliberate slowness. Druff knew how to get a proper rise from his men. It was all in the excruciating anticipation and letting the knowledge of what was inevitably about to happen stew a little in their minds. It made the sounds and tense ripples through their body all the sweeter when he finally did plunge in and conquered them physically after doing so mentally. Sometimes they even begged for it with their voice and body...

But this one just braced himself and would take it like a man. Attempting to break that stoic demeanor was always fun. His finger teased and tickled just above the tight little ring of muscle and the wolf's broadly muscled ass clenched reflexively, along with a little gasp when he felt the pleasurable tension grow.

"You... really don't waste time... do you, stripes?" The wolf huffed, the added weight upon his body, while pleasant , was starting to affect him. He had to work harder to say upright. That wasn't even mentioning the finger at his gates, circling like a predator would its prey before the attack.

"Hmmph...I haven't even started," the tiger growled.

The tiger's padded fingertip reached Brian's asshole. It pursed diligently at the new pressure applied on his hairy pucker. Te tiger rubbed around and twisted his knuckles in the wolf's ass crack, adding more stimulation. His other paw played with a stiff a nipple in a manner that was almost idle.

"Uh..ffuck..." the wolf huffed. His cock throbbed heavily. If only there was someone kneeling in front of him, slobbering down on his tool. Maybe he would have to hint ot the tiger that another threeway would be in order.

The anal teasing was over as soon as the tiger had started. Beyond a couple of jabs of his thumb at the very core, he did not make further attempts to penetrate him...for now. The wolf wanted to complain about it, but bit his comments back. He didn't want to come off quite that slutty.

"That's right," the tiger said. It made Brian think that maybe the cat really could read thoughts, but the nip on his ear made him feel distracted in wholly different ways.

The tiger left him, unfortunately so, although it did give a chance for Brian to steady his posture and his feet again. The sound of slightly squeaking wheels made him tense up further. Even blinded, he could tell its source. Those wheels belonged to a medical-looking shiny steel cart the tiger used for moving assortments of toys around in his dungeons. He could only imagine what had been loaded to it this time around.

Brian swished his tail loudly.

"You better not have any sounding rods over there," he grumbled. Before meeting the tiger he hadn't even known what such things were called...barely knew they existed.

The tiger chuckled deeply.

"Only the starter model..."

Brian felt his dick try to withdraw itself inside his body at the remark. He made sure to make it flap his stomach by clenching his internal muscles.

"You're not going anywhere near my cock or my ass ever again if you do that!" he grumbled half-seriously.

He heard something yap against the cart but thankfully it did not sound like metal hitting on metal. Maybe his urethra would live to tell the tale of this night...not that he was too keen to turn them into coffee table stories.

"You worry too much..." the tiger said. Brian felt his presence in front of him, with his whiskers, almost before anything else. Followed by the scent, of course, the subtle warmth on his body. He could smell rubber, too.

"I have reasons to...hmph..." the wolf said indignantly.

"Hmm."

The tiger tweaked his right nipple, hard enough to make it actually smart. The wolf let out a bark.

"Owch!"

Something was batted against his nose then, something that felt rubbery, somewhat soft, and that smelled strongly of rubber.

"Much too much..."

The bat was repeated and the mysterious object remained pressed against his nose so that he had to inhale its strong , industrial scent. It was only superseded in his sensory experience by the feel of the tiger's lips suddenly closing around his left nipple and tugging on the nub of flesh before the evil cat bit down on him.

Brian's whole body jerked at the sudden sharp sensation coming from his chest and he let out a startled yell. He knew the tiger liked to play as rough as he himself did, but with the blindfold over his eyes, he didn't see it coming. The wolf wasn't ready for it, and when it happened, it felt much more intense for it. The wolf had read about how the rest of the senses could grow more finely attuned and alert if vision was deprived. Somehow he doubted his sense of touch amplified that much in just the few minutes since the tiger blinded him with padded leather, but the end result was the same. Once the initial shock subsided, he found himself growling back an order for Druff to go harder.

The knotty cock standing proud twitched with its owner's excitement to find out just how much more intense everything else could feel. He was rapidly starting to like the tiger's devious move of using the blindfold on top of everything else.

But for now he just snarled down at where he thought the tiger's head must be and flexed his chest, sticking it out towards the biting muzzle, hoping to provoke Druff into giving him more without any of those pesky words.

"Haaaah... that's damn good, stripes..." The wolf rumbled hotly as the tiger listened to his non-verbal urging and gnawed on the nipple, swiping over it with a raspy tongue here and there, along with the occasional suckle. The mysterious object was still being pressed against Brian's muzzle, and the wolf couldn't discern its general shape, let alone what it was. All there was was the smell that was so associated with the leathery apparel he got to familiarise himself with already. Whether it was a good or bad thing, he wasn't sure.

"You better not be rubbing a gag around my muzz, pops..." The wolf warned, feeling like his tough words didn't carry much weight at all, trussed up and blinded as he was... helpless at the devious feline's mercy. A thought that made the first drops of precum for the night ooze out his cocktip.

"And if it's a dildo, you better be ready to feel it up yours by the end of the night..." The young hunk added another taunt for the hell of it. The mood felt definitely right for it.

The tiger harrumphed, but mauled the wolf's nipple for a moment more with his teeth before he parted it with a final lick, and moved away. Brian felt disappointed for the loss.

"No lip," the tiger commanded.

His big paw grabbed Brian's chin and pried his mouth open before he managed to tense his jaws. A bulbous, strangely soft and rubbery object was shoved between his lips. The tiger pushed it deep enough to rub onto the back of the wolf's tongue. The taste was strange, but the smell that of the tiger's sexual arsenal, and hence an arousing one.

"Suck."

The wolf wanted to snarl or growl or protest the demanding command, but with his speech taken by the object stuffed into his maw, no avenue was left for him to challenge the tiger. He could only obey- for now.

He snorted at the tiger before giving the soft thing a few experimental prods with his tongue. It had a strange rubbery taste and texture, the material giving slightly under his tongue. The idea of a ball gag was reinforced in the wolf's mind, but it was strange that the tiger wanted him to suck on it. Maybe Druff derived some perverse pleasure from his prey suckling on command, getting off on that simple show of obedience, even if it was on something like a gag and not thick and throbbing and leaking with manly juices...

'Bah!' The wolf chided himself, pushing those thoughts back and focusing just on the invasion of his maw. He tried biting the thing, but the tiger's thumbs against his gums prevented any significant movement. The pressure he did manage to exert on it just made it deform slightly and bounce back after he let up. But he wouldn't suck, not yet. If Druff indeed derived pleasure from the act, then he could tease his captor by just prodding it lightly with his tongue. Exert at least a mote of control over the situation, however little it was worth.

"There you go..."

The wolf grumbled further when he felt the tiger pull the object out an inch or so before pushing it in. Brian's ears fell flat when he realised that the cat was fucking his maw with the bulbous, artificial object. It made quiet, if sloppy sounds, going back and forth through his surprised lips.

"Hmphh!" he disagreed with the action. The dominance of it was arousing, although he found the sensation somewhat weird.

"You definitely want it to be wet, boy."

Brian was starting to get an idea on just what was in his maw, and not just from the taste of it. The shape, poking at his palate, suggested a similar reason as well.

His lips made a loud smack when the object was pulled out. He was surei t glistened with his saliva now.

"That's a start."

The tiger rubbed his thumb over Brian's wet lips before Brian could hear him move away. He hoped that the cat wasn't going anywhere too far, or simply to fetch something even more intrusive to put into his mouth.

"Let's see then how loud we can get you..." the tiger said.

Brian' ears flicked in hi direction. It was coming from somewhere to his left. He heard the gentle patter of fingers on the resonant top of the toy cart. The tiger was doing something suspicious there, for sure. He still had no idea what it was. The anticipating swallow tasted funny, from whatever had been shoved into his muzzle.

"You'll alert the neighbours... many questions asked," Brian taunted the tiger, even though he knew that the dungeon was well soundproofed against such incidents.

"I don't think so."

The Druff's feet stomped on the floor. Brian heard him move behind him even before he felt paw grab his tail and raise it up rather unceremoniously.

"Knew you were gonna go for it..." the wolf grumbled. "Always aft - "

Something slick and firm was poked at his asshole. Brian assumed it was the object he had just been made to suck. It felt much more slick, though, and somewhat cool, and he thought that the tiger must've added some lube to make it easier to shove it up his butt. The sucking session must've been just another dominance game, the wolf thought, with heat on the insides of his ears from the idea.

"You will want to relax," said the tiger.

Brian knew as much, and did as he was told, despite his apparent and grumbling indignance. The tiger let the mystery object remain perched on his asshole for a moment before he pushed and twisted, and several inches sank right in.

"Oomph!"

"That is a better sound."

It did stretch him open, but not as much as Brian had expected. The object was not very thick, akin to Brian's own index finger maybe. He thought he could feel it flare to be somewhat thicker before it smoothened out and he felt the base of the toy press onto his taint, under his tail, as the plug - for it had to be one - slotted itself into the wolf's rump.

The tiger released the wolf's tail and used his now freed paw to clap and fondle on one tense butt cheek. It made his insides clench as well. The penetration itself felt more intense than usual, he felt. It had gone in easily, thanks to his arousal and the relatively small size of the toy.

'Almost too easy...' Brian's mind started to go off again but was cut off by the tiger's hearty slap to his taut backside. He was loathe to admit it, but it felt exceptionally good and arousing, the smack sending a jolt of pleasure straight over to his rigid cock. He couldn't help the low moan that escaped his muzzle upon impact. Maybe a gag wouldn't' have been such a nuisance.

"Haaah!" The wolf panted slightly, flexing his glutes in the tiger's grip and his insides around the toy shoved up his butt. It was a curious sensation to say the least. All the muscles in his legs and ass were pulled taut and bulged slightly with the effort of maintaining his posture, which made for a beautifully attractive display of the masculine form in Druff's mind. Iy was so much so that he couldn't help himself bring another paw down sharply onto the other jutting rounded half of wolf ass, and rumbled his appreciation at the firmness he felt under his palm.

"Fuck!" The wolf cried out again and jerked his hips forward slightly from the impact, his cock twitching with need and tender insides coiling around the modest invader. It was actually feeling relatively nice, just sitting calmly inside of him and stretching him out, the presence a steady pleasant fullness whenever it wasn't poking at his prostate. He definitely knew when it did that.

"Damn, old man..." the bound student huffed and puffed. "Looks like you like that sound... a helluva lot more..."

The tiger was tempted to reproduce the leathery swat once more, but refrained for now. His trussed up partner huffed indignantly when he realized that the expected corporal punishment did not come. His tail swayed and almost slapped the tiger's.

"Tired already?" the wolf taunted, although he suspected he was not doing himself any favors by being cheeky at this time. "I understand if you got carpal tunnel on your paw from all that exam marking..."

The tiger chuckled. Brian thought he could hear it come from somewhere in front of him now, potentially near the evil toy cart. Obviously he was not planning to end his fun and games with just the plug already plopped into the wolf's ass.

"Marking, eh? Well that is a whole different level of kink," Druff said. "I'm surprised."

Brian chortled. It did take him a moment until he realized just how the tiger had twisted his teasing remark into something much dirtier.

Yeah, no deal," he grumbled. "The closest I've ever come to watersports is when I tried to piss through a boner and splashed my shirt and that's gonna be my ultimate limit, pops..."

Druff clicked his tongue.

"You are amusing," he said.

"I'm a sexy hot bastard, not funny!" Brian complained.

"We shall see just how funny..." Druff said.

The wolf huffed. The cat was not letting him go easily, now or otherwise. He was both nervous and excited about whatever Druff was planning to do next. The sound of his steps told him that he was about to find out some of it soon.

Brian flexed his arms teasingly. He hoped that the flexing muscles made it difficult for the cat to resist jumping his bones.

"See something you like?" the blindfolded wolf leered.

"As a matter of fact...yes."

Brian felt something poking at his left nipple. It didn't really feel like tiger's fingers, something else, rather. Then he felt a suction, a tug, like the tiger sucking on his tit but it was cool, obviously not the feline's maw on him. Then it became more intense, almost painful. He could feel his nipple bulging outwards.

"W-hut..."

The same sensation soon appeared around his right nipple, too, a tug and a pull unlike what the tiger had done to him previously. Fingers appeared afterwards and fondled his pecs. The odd pulling sensation remained on his nipples even while he was being played with.

"WhhaAAat the flying fuuUUUuuhk..." The wolf's words pitched up in time with the strange, almost painful suckling. Druff's fingers kneading his pectorals felt as good as always, a pleasant backdrop to the intense and unrelenting tugging at his nipples.

"The hell did you hook up to me this time... hnnngh!" He tried to shift in response to the stinging suckling but all that did was rattle his chains helplessly. It was difficult to place, but the sensation at least didn't make his dick any less hard. Maybe he just had to grit his teeth through it, the wolf thought to himself... and it would eventually get better. That was much like he had gotten used to the feeling of the tiger's cock ramming into him on their first few bouts in bed, but now it brought him nothing but raw pleasure. Not that he'd ever let that information slip to the tiger of a thousand dirty tricks.

The wolf was starting to get the idea of what this particular trick was, now that the initial shock of it left his mind. The thought of it made him want to slap the tiger's face with his cock as payback. He couldn't remember seeing anything like that in the tiger's collection, at least not consciously. Various clamps and other tools of torture, but nothing that was designed to suck down on them, he thought, with some chagrin.

'Dick move!' Brian thought. He hoped that the tiger wasn't planning to apply some sort of a suction device onto his dick, ether. He'd seen one of those pumps in a porn video once and wasn't sure he liked the idea of that.

For now, the wolf just closed his eyes out of pure habit given the circumstances, and tried to focus on the pleasant massaging of his chest, as well as the feeling of fullness in his rear, to avoid thinking about the thing attached to his poor nipples. The tiger made sure that he wasn't going to have an easy time doing that. He would occasionally tug on the sucker toys that were firmly locked around the wolf's fleshy nubs and cause the constant pulling sensation to be varied, coming from different directions.

"Owwh...shithht..." Brian drooled.

The tiger had said that he wanted him to be loud, and this surely counted. It was impossible to stay fully silent while the cat played with him in such a manner.

Perhaps the cat changed his mind around that time, or designed on a different way to tease the wolf. The chains rattled loudly when the tiger did another yank over the wolf's trapped nipples, and at the same moment Druff shoved his tongue into the wolf's grumbling muzzle.

The muzzle locked against his own along with the tongue plundering his mouth was a welcome

distraction from the teasing in his ass and on his nipples. The rough kiss was a neutral enough gesture for the wolf to just throw himself into with glee. He tilted his muzzle sideways for that comfortable angle and met the rough feline tongue with his own, rumbling hotly into the space their muzzles currently shared.

The tiger was using to his advantage, of course. Druff's paws slipped down along Brian's arms and his sides before he cupped one ass cheek into each palm and squeezed firmly on both sides. He pulled their bodies together, groin to groin now. The wolf could feel the tiger's barbed dick rubbing against his own. It felt like he had even taken aim to make sure that they would meet like that at the middle. The Druffessor's barbs rubbed his shaft all the while the cat's musclegut made love to the wolf's own more toned abdomen.

"Hngnhh..." the wolf moaned into their kiss. His bound state didn't allow for much if he wanted to keep his balance, but he rose up onto his toes get a little more friction out of their frotting action. His belly was also one of his more sensitive parts, and the tiger's warm furs pressing up and rubbing there made pleasant tingles course through the wolf's body. The bound student was enjoying himself so much that he almost forgot about the clamps still attached to his chest, and the plug stuffed up his rear was pretty much forgotten except for when the Druff shoved their hips together extra firmly and made his own knotty shaft twitch and his insides clamp around the toy.

Their tongues wrestled inside their muzzles, and Brian focused on moving them back into the tiger's muzzle, the tug-of-war a way for him to show Druff that he was still a big tough wuff to consider even when dangling blindfolded from his ceiling. The wolf's tongue swiped over sharp teeth and made passes over the roof of the tiger's maw, making itself at home. The friction between them was grew more heated and pleasurable by the minute, the precum the wolf was leaking over their frotting dicks both making thing slicker and smoother as well as feeling especially dirty coating their members. The wolf knew that the tiger could actually cum from something like this alone. It would be incredibly naughty of him to keep grinding on him while the wolf was suspended like this and leave his belly spooged up.

It wasn't to be. The tiger was the one free to move and did so, too, disentangling himself from the mess they had made together. Paws, hips, dick, tongue, they all disappeared and made the wolf grumble with frustration.

"Just when it was getting gud..." he huffed.

"What makes you think that isn't the point?" Druff retorted. To the wolf, it did not sound like the tiger had been unaffected by their intense tryst. He wondered if it was Druff's sheer evilness that allowed him to actually leave him so high and dry for the moment. Brian suspected he himself would have not had the strength to resist his libido to that effect. Thought the tiger had a lot more experience with unrepentant mansex than the wolf, which was probably the true reason. Be that as it may, he still got a lot of pleasure from their annoyingly brief grinding session so Brian could live without it for the moment. He suspected it wouldn't be long until the tiger was upon him again. Both his cock and plugged hole twitched at the thought.

"Why you being so mean to poor ol' me... Isn't all this enough?" The wolf rattled his chains and flexed his chest at the same time, both drawing attention to his bonds and putting on an attractive display with his body, muscles flexing and rolling with tension. He couldn't do much in his state, but he could at least tease the tiger and exert some control over the devious feline that way. He knew the Druff enjoyed every aspect of the show of a trussed up hunk struggling against his bonds. He knew the tiger got off on it. He hadn't really considered that flexing his chest had the effect of causing the nipple suckers to sway and tug on his poor nubs, however.

"Pffft." The tiger chuffed in indignation while giving his own hard cock a few strokes as he watched the show his caught prey put up for him, gathering up their combined pre-cum in the process. Druff wasted little time in shoving three slime-covered fingers into the the wolf's unruly muzz.

"This is just appetizers." The tiger rumbled, hotly, lowly. Just the way he knew Brian liked it. "Now suck, boy."

The smack of his other paw hitting the firm muscle of the wolf's ass cheek resounded dirtily through the room. He was keen to tan some wolf hide while making the Iberian lupine suckle on thick digits as if they were something else.

"Suck on them like the time you were kneeling between me and Esben and had two big ones in there..." the tiger growled.

The wolf blushed furiously at the memory, but did do what he'd been told to do when it came to the leathery-padded fingers pumped into his maw. The cat kept twisting them against his tongue without giving Brian a chance to properly lick on the or otherwise give his best conscious effort in using his maw to play with the fingers. Not that he thought of himself as a great oral artist, but his manly pride did insist that if he had to do something like that, he ought to do that properly as well.

"That's more like it. Some effort at least."

The wolf decided that grumbling would only make the tiger more evil. He just kept on slobbering in the fingers in his mouth and hoped that it was enough for the cat.

"...and someone likes it..."

A singular finger rubbed along the wolf's piss slit and made his cock throb heavily. Brian felt his shaft flex under the quick touch. It was away much too soon, and it made his hips jerk forward in the hopes that he could chase onto the fingers the tiger withdrew and get some more direct stimulation.

"Very much...these puppymakers at least..." the tiger grumbled.

His fingers wrapped around the wolf's nuts. The heavy, sweaty 'nads rolled about his palm. Brian growled in surprise and lust. He spread his legs out as far as his bonds allowed to, simply because it felt natural to do so. The tiger chuckled huskily when he noticed the reaction.

"Like a fiddle... good boy..." He kept rolling the wolf's lowhangers in palm, appreciating the weight and feel of them while ghosting Brian's perineum with a clawtip whenever the motions of his fondling brought it into position to do so. It was a lot of fun for the tiger in that dirty way, playing with a man's jewels as if they were made for it, and the restrained hunk seemed to be enjoying himself as well, with his hips pumping back and forth ever so slightly. He was enjoying himself a little bit too much in the tiger's opinion when he started to neglect the by now mostly clean digits lodged in his muzzle.

Druff decided that just wouldn't do. With startling suddenness, the tiger grabbed and pulled the wolf's nuts almost painfully, causing his whole body to jerk and Brian to shout out his surprise, somewhat gargled by the fingers still pressing against his tongue.

"I didn't tell you to stop sucking, boy." The Druff stated in a commanding tone. He was still pulling down on he wolf's sac while he made his ultimatum.

The wolf huffed and redoubled his efforts, in the hopes that it would bring some relief to his balls. It wasn't excruciating pain but the tiger was not being gentle with his testicles. Only a small extra squeeze would make it unbearable, most likely, if only for the intensity of the sensation. it would create. The tiger was definitely skirting the edge, and he knew the wolf knew.

"I'm sure you regret they aren't squirting cum into your gullet," the tiger noted roughly. His fingers danced over the tied hunk's tongue.

"Hmphhhhhhjjj" the wolf growled. The tiger's comment was rather inflammatory, but didn't stop him from imagining exactly that happening to him.

"But these aren't going to be giving up any spunk any time if I have my way...." the tiger continued to roll the wolf's nuts and slurred sexy threats to his ear.

"Hurphll..." the wolf made an attempt at spitting the fingers out of his maw, "iffyouthinkofflowkingituwp..."

The tiger's ears quirked curiously.

"Excuse me?" he pulled his wet fingers out of the wolf's muzzle. "That sounded much like a 'please let me cum sir'..."

Brian chuffed hotly, now that he was free to do so.

"Hmrrm...if you even think about locking my dick up in some sort of a...thing..." he grunted, not knowing what else to call those evil devices he knew the tiger possessed and occasionally threatened him with.

The tiger chuckled roughly. He eased the pull on the wolf's nuts, but only slightly.

"I don't think I have to go that far to get what I want," the tiger said.

Brian swatted the air behind him with his tail. The chain above him rattled from even that amount of movement he made.

"Easy with the threats, pops," the wolf said, He had to swallow before he spoke. Sucking on the tiger's fingers had made his maw very wet. The cat's digits were surely equally sloppy.

"Why would I need to make threats?" The tiger moved his paw with the slobbered fingers and ran them down the wolf's crack, smearing the wolf's spit between his own buttcheeks in an extremely lewd gesture. He concluded with a tap of a finger against the base of the plug that had been relatively forgotten until now, smirking at the way the lupine's cock twitched almost immediately once he made contact."

"This could be my entire cock right now if I wanted to, threat or not." The tiger continued. "And you'd be right on the edge just from getting it rammed up in there." Druff chose his words well, knowing the wolf liked playing rougher the hornier and pent up he got. And the college hunk was pretty high strung by now. The tiger leaned in and blew hot air into his catch's ear and rumbled.

"And you'd just love feeling me grind up against that nice brawny ass you got..." He husked into said ear before nipping at it playfully and squeezing a pawful of said rump with his other paw, having granted the wolf's balls a temporary reprieve in exchange for some more dick to dick friction.

Druff found that he got the best results out of his blindfolded men if he constantly switched up his angle of attack and kept them confused and guessing what he'd do next. The anticipation combined with not knowing what's coming next drove them wild with lust and excitement, and the wolf was going in a similar direction thus far.

"Hmrmhm..." the wolf growled. He tried to swat the tiger's arm with his tail but missed.

Druff bit on Brian's ear before he moved away.

"Since you like it in the ass so much..." the tiger mused, "let's see how much you really do like it..."

Brian was mostly frustrated by the sudden lack of proper contact between them. He could both hear and feel, from the movement of the air around them, how the tiger moved behind him. The Druff was obviously up to no good again. He wondered what the tiger had in mind when he felt a slight tug on the toy in his ass, as if the tiger was pulling it towards himself. It was a very subtle move, however, and felt almost accidental on the cat's part. He heard a few other noises, too, a kind of a rubbery scuffle and the tinkle of metal.

"Hmhmm...don't make promises you can't keep..." the wolf rumbled, although he did not feel entire confident about making such a comment when he was obviously remarkably exposed to the tiger's teasing ways.

His ears picked another sound, a weird hiss and a high-pitched wheeze, once, twice. At the same time, something definitely poked on his prostate...and much harder than before.

"Ujhmph!"

The hiss repeated, and every time the fullness in his rump increased. Brian felt tension roll through his body and his tailhole clench around the plug in his butt. It was giving much more resistance than before. His insides closing on the toy caused it to churn back and forth.

"W-what the hell..." the wolf yelped. "The fuck did you put in me?!!"

In retrospect, the wolf berated himself for falling for the deceptive smallness of the toy Druff introduced to his pucker. There was really no way that would have been all there is to it, taking this particular tiger into account. The odd, almost piston-like sound struck the wolf's ears again, and again it felt like the plug grew in thickness and length inside of him, intensifying the pressure on his prostate and feeling of fullness. The feeling of that presence inside of him getting larger and larger was impossible to place. It was the first time the wolf felt anything like it, and it was incomparable to taking an actual cock. It simply felt strange. And the more it stretched him out, the better the pressure on his hidden pleasure nut got, but the discomfort of being slowly and oddly stretched out was there too.

"Hmph!"

Another hiss of air got the wolf shuffling on his feet from side to side, but it didn't buy any purchase. It just made the now much bigger and much more sturdy plug churn around in his tunnel, stimulating the stretched passage further, and massaging a hefty glob of pre from the wolf's prostate. The wolf only felt his dick throb, but the tiger certainly saw the manly nectar ooze out and drip to the floor.

"I think that's enough...for now..." Druff noted.

The wolf could hear a little metallic scuffing noise again. He couldn't even imagine what the cat was doing to his ass, but it had to do something with whatever secret functions that toy contained.

"W-what the hell is that?" the wolf panted out again. "Jesus..."

Druff snickered somewhere nearby. He was close enough that he could reach out and tug on one of the wolf's nipple suckers. The wolf growled.

"Fuck..."

"Well you had it in your mouth already...and one should never put anything in your butt you wouldn't put in your mouth..." the tiger noted.

The wolf grit his teeth.

"It wasn't this big then!" the wolf grunted. His insides had gotten a bit more used to the newly sized plug and it wasn'tquite as large as he had first thought. It was just too weird to have it suddenly grow inside him like that. The whole concept boggled his mind, and felt very dirty. Only the tiger could actually own something as dirty as that, the wolf thought. He was going to tease the hell out of the cat afterwards.

"I wouldn't call it big yet," the tiger said. "It's barely up to my size..."

Brian snorted. He re-adjusted his position and made the chains above him clatter jauntily.

"B-bastard," he grunted.

The tiger took a hold of Brian's tail and gave it a proper tug.

"You do look like you are enjoying the recreational discipline..."

Brian bit his lip. Both the teasing words and the pull on his tail were getting onto him heavily.

"Bah.."

"Cock's don't lie...or perineums..."

Druff's fingers suddenly left the wolf's tail and instead pushed lower, below his asshole and to the space between Brian's nuts and the base of his tail. He pressed there, onto the firm, spongy heat that was the very firm root of the wolf's cock. He could feel it twitch strongly, from the touch and the growing arousal, the plug inside him stimulating rarely touched nerves. The tiger's massage there felt good, almost regrettably so.

"Always going for the broke..." Brian huffed.

"I simply go for whatever I happen to want." The tiger stated almost too casually for the situation, with his fingertip tickling along the sensitive patch of fuzzy skin between the wolf's balls and asshole.

"And I did say I was going to make you howl..." a striped finger flicked the other sucker attached to the wolf's chest, and the lupine hissed out whatever sound he had been suppressing.

"Gonna have to do... a lot more than this...pops..." the boisterous words were laced with heavy panting, and didn't sound as confident as the wolf had hoped, but it still got him a hard slap on the ass from the tiger. He hated how good it felt.

The wolf did his best to fix his stance and stand back up to the tiger, but the whole wickedly pleasurable ordeal was taking its toll on him. The temptation to just let himself hang limply from the chains and ask the tiger to breed him senseless and finish him off was getting annoyingly alluring. Brian was glad he still had enough fortitude to deny the tiger that satisfaction.

'He already shoved a weird inflatable plug up my ass and put suckers on my nipples... what more can he do?' Brian thought to himself while he felt the tiger's paw grope his spanked buttcheek like he owned it.

"I know," the tiger said. It sounded almost...final...to the wolf's hot ears. "But do you know what you are asking for...really..."

The tiger's paw tugged on the wolf's ass cheek and pulled it wide. The tugging made his asshole clench and the plug to move again. Brian couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if the toy grew bigger than that. It would fill him to the brim, probably to the point of being incredibly sore afterwards. He wasn't sure if he should be looking forward to that, if the tiger decided to be that evil. He would not put it past Druff.

Brian huffed and kept back any remarks. If anything, he did not want to succumb to any heckling on the tiger's part. Getting visibly upset over it would only make the tiger want to tease him more. He might be able to keep quiet but his body could still betray him. The tiger could read every sign of pleasure, arousal and want, and those he couldn't control, not always.

"But we will see."

There was an oppressive stretch of silence after the tiger's final remarks. Brian tried to listen to any hints to Druff's further plans, but he couldn't really make anything out of it. Just a few steps, the occasional shuffle while it sounded like he was perusing his wares again, as casually as if trying to choose which shirt to wear.

Bare paws moved on the floor. Brian was sure that the tiger was close, but it was difficult to pinpoint his exact location. It made him shiver in a particular way. It was as if the tiger was truly playing a predator, stalking the wolf in the darkness where the hearing was the only sense that could suggest where he might be coming from next. Brian found it oddly thrilling to think about. He was literally dangling there like a bait for the cat to grab onto.

"Remember...loud..." the tiger said, suddenly.

Brian felt something cool press against his balls. Whatever it was, it was flat, and solid enough that when it moved, it started to light his nuts up from their dangling position. It felt odd. It felt sensual, too, but mostly dangerous.

"Hmmm..." the wolf rumbled.

The sensation disappeared, but returned on his shaft instead. The same solid presence began to push his hard dick downwards, slowly, all the way until it was starting to feel uncomfortable, le it did if you tried to push a boner down too much.

"Hrhmm..."

The tiger clicked his tongue. He let go, suddenly, and Brian's dick bounced against his belly with a loud slap.

"Owh!"

It felt surprisingly good and made him almost bark out.

"Not very loud yet," Druff said.

WHAP!

Something went through the air and then cracked across Brian's ass. His tail immediately jumped in into the air, and so did the rest of him, almost, when the uncomfortable feeling throughout his body.

"Yeowh!!" The wolf yelped at the sudden sharp strike upon his rear. He even stumbled a little on his feet from the shock. The blindfold was really starting to show its use to him. That crack of what had felt like a leathery whip on his ass wasn't even the worst he had ever gotten from the tiger... but not knowing it was coming at all made the initial impact so much more intense. His buttcheek stung, and he huffed audibly a few times before the wolf calmed down and steadied himself again.

"Might wanna get... a new pair of glasses, pops..." The wolf arched his back as if stretching out, but there was no doubt from either of them that it was only a way to push his ass back at the tiger and show off those masculine curves. His tail even remained upright.

",,,I'm not one of your plough-horses..." The wolf added, and swished his tail at the direction he expected the Druff to be, based on the earlier whiplash.

The tiger licked his lips and rumbled in satisfaction at the sight of the beefy wolf showing off for him. He simply loved bringing the boisterous student into such a mood. That lip deserved some more discipline, though. His moving tail presented a perfect target.

'THWHAP!'

The tiger struck with the same amount of force but only at the left butt cheek, admiring the way it rippled only slightly under his assault before simply standing there jutting out at him, as if it was inviting another swat. And another one it got right away, before the wolf got a chance to recharge afterwards.

The wolf threw his head back and yelped out once more, balling his bound paws into fists and pulling on his chains, tensing up every muscle in his upper body. The way the young hunk's back rippled with the wave of tension was poetry to the dirty tiger wielding his riding crop. The wolf wasn't able to appreciate the way the leather looked like against the lupine's fur, the tiger knew, but perhaps he would give him another kind of a lesson later on when he was allowed to.

"You will make a fine steed in my stable, once you've been suitably broken in," the tiger picked onto the wolf's earlier dirty words and toyed with them as much as he was using the crop. He pushed it under the wolf's tail and tapped the base of the expanding toy with the tip of his tool. He was not using any kind of extreme force but the wolf definitely felt it.

"Pfff...you are a dirrrty old man..." Brian huffed.

Druff nudged the tip of his crop forward and found the wolf's nuts again, this time from the reverse angle. It felt odd to have the shaft of the crop push onto his taint while the tiger held it upwards, like the wolf was straddling it.

"And you are in a precarious situation...pony..."

The Druff's comment made the wolf think about a pornographic picture he had seen once on a huge book the tiger had open on his dining room table. His naughty curiosity led him to stare at a picture of someone, apparently a feline of some sort, trussed up in black ropes besides also being enclosed almost completely in various leather and rubber implements that made him appear like a horse. The get-up even included the bridle and the reins, and they led to an unseen paw, beyond the picture. It had unsettled him more than thrilled, although the ropework had looked intriguing.

Brian shook his head, both to show his disapproval and to get himself back into the real world again.

"I duuunn think so," the wolf berated. It earned him a short and quick swat of that crop to the root of his thigh, avoiding the more sensitive bits for now.. There was no denying it was more pain than pleasure this time around, and perhaps it was meant to be that. Either way, the wolf literally jumped from the stinging sensation and yelped rather loudly.

"I've got you by the taint, boy." The devilish tiger almost caringly caressed the struck area with the crop. "Better watch that mouth of yours or your ass is gonna suffer..."

Druff leaned in to husk his words right into a folded ear. "While it's still free, that is..."

The wolf wanted to say something, but he just managed to grit his teeth and growl, still fighting down the discomfort of the earlier swat. At this point, he was hoping the tiger would just opt to go to town on his ass instead... but he could already see Druff's smug triumphant face in front of him if he were to voice that particular thought.

Brian huffed audibly once he managed to calm himself again. This would all be so much easier to take if he could move and engage the tiger in any way. But bound as he was, he could do nothing but take all the punishment Druff would be dishing out like a man.

In spite of the uncomfortable stinging the latest swat brought, Brian couldn't help but feel aroused and excited at that last thought as much as it disgruntled him. The tiger knew all about his macho complex and did not really shy from giving him opportunities to test his manhood with whatever scheme had come up with. Brian found it quite thrilling, even the times when he was helplessly bested by the evil cat.

"I do have a pair for that inflatable toy in your ass," the tiger spoke into Brian's ear, "but one that fits in your muzzle instead...maybe I'll fetch it and see how you like sucking on some rubber while I pump up the other one a few notches..."

He used the crop on the wolf's taint against, tapping it on the base of the plug. The wolf harrumphed and rolled his shoulders. He didn't really like the sound of that.

"Why do you have this obsession with toys when you have a perfectly nice piece yourself?" he swung his tail and caught the tiger, standing so close now. it didn't slap against the fleshy body part in question. That frustrated the wolf.

"Pfft..."

The crop was removed from the wolf's taint and disappeared from his skin. He wasn't sure what the cat was up to for a moment until he felt the nipple sucker on his left, sore nub move. The tiger had made it swing,and from the movement of air on his sensitive fur, Brian deduced that he was using the tip of the crop for the purpose.

He huffed and bit his lip.

"Not daring to come closer huh?" he grumbled. "Nasty..."

The tiger's poking on his nipple sucker made it swing about like a stripper's tassel. Brian felt his cock throb against his better judgement. There appeared to be a direct pleasure highway from his man-tits into his downstairs fun department. It never ceased to surprise him. He hadn't even thought about it really before meeting the tiger. The Druff knew a lot about manly pleasures, that was obvious. He was also devious enough to use all that for his advantage without any qualms.

Druff treated his other nipple to a swing before he was gone. Brian was a mess of huffs and manly grunts while he hoped that the laws of physics would soon give him a reprieve.

"I'll have to get something. Won't take long...you just...stew meanwhile..."

The wolf snorted.

"You just like having me on display..." he grumbled.

Brian heard a noise that sounded like a belt being unbuckled. It was odd. The cat had not been wearing a belt, as far as he could remember. Had he put one at some point? Or maybe...a tail-curling thought hit him.

"...you're not planning to swat me with a belt, are you?" he stated. Brian hoped that he was just guessing and not giving the cat any further ideas for this whole corporal punishment business. That'd been ironic. Belted simply because he had said it. He would not have put that past him.

"No...but I need my utility belt," the tiger replied. "Otherwise I'll have to keep going over for the cart for stuff I need, and I'd rather not."

Brian rolled his eyes, blindfolded or not.

"Sheesh...you're making this into an equipment sport..." he complained half-seriously. "Where's the personal touch, you... Batman?"

"Excuse me?" The tiger stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the wolf, Brian judged from the sound of shuffling footpaws. It made the wolf smirk a little.

"You did mention a utility belt..." The wolf's tail swished in amusement as he spoke

"Bah!" His host simply chuffed and turned to fetch whatever devilry he would be using on the wolf next. "You give that winged mammal a bad name..."

"Don't leave a guy hanging too long now!" The wolf yelled after he heard the door to the room opening and closing. He was pretty sure he'd be paying for all his lip later down the line, but it was definitely worth it in his mind.

As he waited, he pictured the tiger stark naked, wearing just a large utility belt packed to the brim with all manner of instrument of dirty pleasure. The more he let his hormone soaked brain run away in that direction, the more the phrase "Batman of sex" seemed apt for his older playmate. He almost laughed out loud at the thought.

It didn't take Druff long to return. Brian was once again locked in the room with the predator. He wondered if the tiger would pick onto the earlier Batman teasing and hang him upside down from the ceiling as a punishment, indeed, like a bat.

"Well, that was faster than I thought..." Brian mused, tail idly swishing behind him, causing the enlarged plug to shift just ever so slightly inside his tunnel. It felt pretty good, now that he'd gotten over the shock. So did the nipple suckers, if he didn't think about it too much, or the way the leather wrapped itself firmly around his wrists, like someone held him there.

"I am always prepared, as you should well know by now." The Druff stated, matter-of-factly. Brian couldn't hear any carts rolling, so at least there seemed to be nothing too outlandish in the game. He heard the tiger pace around him, almost in a stalking manner. It made the hairs on the back of his neck rise in an instinctively thrilling way. Finally, there was a mild clanking sound as something was seemingly put down onto the metallic cart.

"Hummmm... decisions, decisions..." the tiger hummed to himself while faint shuffling noises could be heard. The wolf knew he was doing it just to make him anxious and nervous. Brian wouldn't give him the pleasure, and just braced himself as best as he could when the heavy, slow footsteps started closing in. He thought he could hear the subtle rattle of objects together, and maybe tapping against the tiger's thighs as he moved about . Brian imagined a large dildo hanging off the tiger's hip like a flashlight or a wrech. The wolf nearly laughed. Thinking of the tiger wearing a yellow helmet to complete the look was almost too much. Guffawing while in bondage was probably bad manners and prone to cause punishments to happen.

"Maybe I'll just be nice for starters, " the tiger said suddenly.

Brian swallowed. To him it sounded more threatening than a promise to go easy on him.

The feel of fingers on his chest made him tense. He expected the worst, but the initial contact was a rather gentle sort of a rub over a pec. The tiger's fingers felt cool, and dry, stroking along.

"Just very nice and slow..."

Brian's pec flexed when the fingers obviously moved towards the toy latched onto his nipple. There was only a mild tug, followed by a clear hissing sound when the partial vacuum burst and the sucker came free.

"Pfff..." the wolf couldn't help but breathe out with relief. His whole nipple and the fleshy part around it tingled. Soon the same sensation happened on the other side when the tiger removed the other nipple toy as well. Brian was happy to have them gone. He'd had them played with a lot in the past but never for such a prolonged period. He wondered if the suctioning had made them more perky. Brian almost cursed for the thought. He didn't want perky boobs, unless that meant slabs of meaty pecs.

"WHOOAH!"

The wolf let out a gasp as intense as the one he'd done when the tiger had first applied the nipple suckers, or when he realized that the plug in his butt had a special ability of its own. The tiger had just pressed something onto his super sensitive nipple and made his whole body shudder with delight.

"Owwwhhh..." the wolf huffed as the sensation continued.

"Something like that," the tiger said cryptically.

Suddenly the sensation was gone and replaced by the pinch of tiger fingers, but it returned on the other side and made his pec flex mightily when the feeling was replicated on his other nipple. A slight coolness persisted, even amidst the warm fingerpads that fondled his chest.

"Awhhh..." Brian panted, "what the hell..."

"I think you're running a bit hot," Druff said. His voice sounded hot, too.

Then he put the ice against the slanted tip of Brian's straining hard cock.

The wolf's hips jerked back sharply upon feeling the cold mass against his sensitive manhood. There was no escaping it, however, as Druff followed his movements and kept it pressed firmly to it's target. It was a completely alien sensation. Brian wanted to think that the ice burnt in a way, but it wasn't quite the right way to put it. Regardless of the discomfort he felt though, as Druff moved the block of ice up and down over his cock deliberately, it twitched and jerked as if on the verge on orgasm.

It was confusing and it felt strange, but at least it grew less uncomfortable as the wolf's most precious got used to the surprise drop in temperature. The wolf wasn't sure how to feel about the cold treatment, but his dick seemed to like it and that was good enough.

"Ain't no ice cold enough that can douse all this heat, pops... but be my guest." The grumble he got from the tiger in turn made the wolf feel pretty satisfied.... even though he still shuffled on his feet from the cold. It would take a while to get used to. But the Druff wasn't about to let him get too cozy with it. The icy, wet sensation moved along his prick, never lingering for too long. It was so strange, like having a cold tongue lick his dick. Brian thought that was a somewhat accurate way to describe it, although it probably didn't capture the whole intensity of the experience. And it was so fleeting as well.

And it was gone.

"I need a fresh cube," Druff said.

"Pfffffhh..." Brian hissed. "Can't keep it up, eh?"

It was probably a lame joke, but he felt entitled to make it. He heard slight clattering when the tiger did the swap. It gave him enough time to brace for the inevitable again.

"I'm only starting," Druff said.

His next act was as surprising as the rest of the things he had dished out on Brian during their curious evening, for how...mundane...it really was. The tiger simply stepped in front of him and plastered his muzzle over the wolf's. Brian thought it was a pleasant surprise, rather than a shocking one. The kinky play didn't make him like the normal things any less. He was quick to push his tongue towards Druff's in order to show him what he got.

He grumbled when the tiger ended the kiss. Brian had barely gotten in a couple of swirls of his tongue at that point.

Then came the ice, again, but this time rubbed against his newly kiss-bruised lips. The wolf jerked back upon initial contact by instinct, but it wasn't as intense as it had been sliding along his cock. His lips were a less sensitive part of his body by themselves, and having ice against his lips wasn't as alien of a sensation. The way the tiger slid the cube almost teasingly along his lip actually felt kind of pleasant. Tingly, even.

But it gave the strung up wolf an idea.

He rumbled passively and let the tiger do a couple more passes over his lips before lashing out with his jaws. Druff was idly repeating the same motions so it was easy to predict where the cube would be, and easier still to wrest the cube from those striped fingers by surprise with a sudden swipe of the tongue and a deliberately visible chomp of dangerously looking fangs. The wolf would've liked nothing more to keep full eye contact while he made a show of biting the icy cube to bits, but this would have to do.

"Mmmmhr.... nice and... refreshing..."

Gulp,

"Thanks, pops!"The wolf's tail swished behind and he licked his lips, trying to look as smug as possible, under the circumstances.

The retaliation was immediate. Paws lashed out and gripped his dick AND a nipple, and gave both fleshy and exposed parts of Brian's body a twist and a squeeze. It made the wolf's tail corkscrew through the air.

"F-fuck!"

"Later," the tiger said. He made that sound more like a promise by plastering his muzzle all over Brian's throat. It felt hot and wet and a bit dangerous, the way the cat growled and gnawed on such a sensitive and exposed body part.

"Grrhh..."

The tiger milked the wolf's shaft with his tightly closed paw. The wolf almost writhed under such a touch.

"You want to cool down, there's always an ice water enema waiting for you to take some of that edge of..." the tiger growled. His teeth were still practically touching the wolf's throat.

The wolf tensed, and the tiger felt it. He visibly shivered at the prospect of feeling icy liquid flooding his insides. His pucker clenched around the toy sympathetically and jammed it closer to his engorged prostate.

"Don't you even think about that..." the wolf growled and pumped his hips against the tightly gripping paw to no avail. "And move that paw some more, old man..." Brian goaded, hoping to distract the tiger from that line of thinking out of fear he actually might go through with it. The wolf wouldn't put it past his captor.

The rough grip around his cock felt great too, good enough to try and hump it like a tight hole, but the tiger wouldn't let him. He simply followed along to the wolf's movements, not allowing any proper seesawing friction but torturing him with the firm tightness around a straining cock.

"As you wish." The tiger mumbled into the hunk's throat, and removed the paw from the wolf's nipple. After a few brief moments, the paw descended around the tip of the wolf's cock, ice cube pressed between the tiger's palm and the lupine's cocktip.

The sharp inhale and jerk of hips was simply delightful, the tiger thought. All the struggling vas in vain, as Druff mercilessly cooled the extremely sensitive tip of a rock hard dick that was pulsing with confused arousal. His teeth continued to graze the wolf's neck. Brian had thrown his head back, not really caring what the gesture must've looked like. He was too distracted by the sensation of the tongue sliding along a tendon and the ice, that damn ice making a mess out of his brain.

"Phoffffhg..."

The cube was mostly melted already and was thin enough for Druff to just stroke a paw up and down the wolf's throbbing erection in a typical handjob fashion. The newly melted water that dripped over his length added another layer to the experience and the wolf just started humping into the tiger's stroking while making sure to rumble out his satisfaction in a way the tiger could feel it, locked around his neck as he was.

"Mrrrhm... that's it, pops..." Brian hoped he wasn't being overly naive in wishing that Druff would let him blow like this. It was starting to get a bit rough, having his climax denied for so long. It didn't help him that the tiger kept telling him that all of this was just the start of a longer session. Surely he had to be joking.

"Not yet," the tiger said, true enough, and it was much too soon to the wolf's liking.

"BHAAH!" Brian complained.

The wet friction disappeared and his dick was left throbbing in the air, hard and without stimulation beyond the clenching muscles in and out of him. The plug churned inside his ass to a point of annoyance now. The wolf couldn't see the pre-cum oozing out of his pisshole as a result of the impromptu prostate milking. The tiger did, how the fat drop dangled off the tip and extended like hot treacle.

"Guess you need to be cooled down a little more..."

Brian flicked his ears indignantly at the tiger he heard moving off again. He made sure to wave his dick angrily in his direction, too. Not-so-little Brian needed some attention too.

"Next thing you'll take one of those champagne buckets or whatever they're called and put my junk in it," the wolf huffed. "And no, that was not a request!"

He heard the tiger laugh. He also heard the click and rattle of more ice, he was sure of that, and hoped it did not mean that a bucketful was already on its way just for the purpose he feared. A moment later, the fear became justified when a icy grip covered his nuts. The tiger was holding several ice cubes and among them were now the wolf's balls, in the same hold.

"Awwrhhh-reeEAAHHLLY NOW?!" he groaned.

It was followed by a soft click and a loud buzzing noise. Brian, to his horror, had a fairly good idea about the origin of that sound. It became ice clear what it was when a vibrating sensation pressed to his taint and lodged itself against the base of the toy in his butt.

Confusion seemed to be the name of the game for the Druff this evening. Brian was far enough gone now to revel in the pleasant tingling in his ass the crafty combination of toys provided. But his balls almost shriveled up from the uncomfortable coldness that assaulted them. He couldn't help shifting on his feet to try and get away from it by instinct, but the tiger's grip was unrelenting. All he accomplished in the end was churn the plug inside of him good. Good enough to make him groan in pleasure and a glob of pre to ooze down his cock. He could actually feel it.

Druff chuckled teasingly, triumphant over the reaction to the double tease of the ice and the Magic Wand buzzing away.

"Well, well... bitchboy seems to like it... " The tiger heckled his prey just for the hell of it. . He did see Brian's ears flatten at the sound of being given such a nickname, even in the heat of the moment.

"C-careful there, pops," the wolf grit his teeth. "Jesus..."

The gasped, huffed exclamation that followed spoke more than the words preceding it. Druff smirked, even if Brian could not see it in his current predicament.

He continued the double toying of the Iberian wolf, until water was constantly dripping between his fingers and along his wrist and arm. The college wolf's nuts had probably shriveled down to half their original size by the time he gave them the relief of removing the ice and his paw. Brian sighed at that, but the round head of the powerful vibrator still continued teasing the plug and his taint and was enough distraction to keep him huffing and grumbling at the tiger's administrations.

"Maybe you really need a break..." Druff said.

Brian did not reply. But the tiger did remove the buzz, and for a while his insides clenched on their own until his body realized that the stimulation was finally gone. The tiger didn't leave him alone for long, however, barely enough for Brian to catch his breath.

"Let's check out the damage to the goods," the tiger said suddenly.

Brian's ears flicked quizzically. It was an odd thing to say, he thought. He was unsure of what it meant, up until he felt the tiger's paws on his ass.

"Careful there...you've been spanking it a lot..." he grumbled.

The touch was not one of punishment, as far as he could tell. The paws stroked along the curves of his rump, briefly enough. He then felt a slight tugging in the toy inside him, followed by a hiss and the sensation of the pressure waning.

"Ohh..." he couldn't help but let out the noise, from his mouth much like the air leaving the inflatable plug. He didn't really dare to think just how big it had been pumped up into. He might have to ask the tiger to show him, once the thing was safely out of his rump and with no chance for the cat to do a rerun of the raunchy act.

The tiger let the plug hiss down to its pre-inflation size. The next thing Brian felt was the mostly soft object twisting slightly in his butt before a tug from the tiger caused it to plop out of him.

"Umph..." he made his chains rattle.

"Sometimes I like to pull them out while inflated...but that is only for the advanced guests," the tiger grumbled.

Brian swung his tail with the hopes of catching the tiger whom he suspected would still be lingering behind his plug-plundered rear.

"Don't you dare...I'm still sore from that deviant Esben's knot..." Brian complained. The memory was not as unpleasant as he made it sound to the tiger. It was just...a lot, and not something he wanted to talk about in particular detail.

"Pfft...let the doctor take care of ya," the tiger said.

The wolf wasn't very happy about the fact how much the tiger saying that made his cock flex and throb. At least the cat wasn't wearing a white coat or anything, as far as he knew. But perhaps he might be wearing one, considering the wolf had been deprived of sight for quite some time already. It would be superfluous, of course. But then again, the cat was so evil in his sexual ways that he only had to say something like that and now the wolf was already imagining it to be the case.

'Shit!' he thought to himself.

Whatever the Druff was wearing, the wolf did not know, but he had no doubts about the feeling of a pair of slightly wet fingers pressing against his newly vacated asshole and then plunging in with very little resistance.

"Hnnnaaaaah... " The wolf hated himself at that moment for arching his back and pushing himself onto those fingers harder but it simply felt too good at that point. The feeling of those thick digits sliding into him, and the knowledge of just how easy they did so sent shivers down his spine.

At least he managed to keep the louder moans in and save some dignity. Well, as much dignity as trying to fuck himself on a pair of thick striped digits permitted. They nudged against his prostate in that toe curling way, making him care much less than usual. He could feel his claws dig to the rubber carpet.

"Fuuhk... ing... careful back there... daddydoc... " The wolf slurred.

The tiger kept the rest of his palm plastered over the wolf's twin globes like he owned them, and kept leisurely wriggling those fingers inside Brian's heated sleeve of a tunnel. The wolf's inner muscles felt delightfully strong and tight around his fingers despite the stretching the plug had put them through. The tiger patted the wolf's cheek in appreciation with his free paw.

"I see you keep it in prime condition dutifully. Your doctor approves." Druff teased and jabbed his middle finger against the wolf's nut when Brian swung his hips back and watched in satisfaction as that formidable body shuddered and coiled in unrestrainable pleasure that he was inflicting upon it.

It was always a supremely arousing sight for the tiger, seeing the wolf's intense reactions. It made him especially amused, knowing how the wolf had at least feigned reluctance at the beginning of their dalliances. He was not entirely sure of the veracity of such declarations, but he did not mind. It added to the thrill. .

"Pfft...regular exercise..." the wolf huffed.

"Hah."

The tiger wasn't about to let that lip go. He grumbled deeply, enough to unsettle the wolf to a degree, although the pair of fingers scissoring back and forth in his rump helped him to distract from such concerns. But he couldn't keep the noise down when he realized that the tiger was shifting behind him and he felt lips, and then the unmistakable sensation of a tongue burrowing its way between those fingers that were stretching him open.

Fuck!

just like that, the tiger thrust his tongue into the wolf's open pink hole and spun that slick, strong muscle in the pucker he had pried apart for his dirty pleasure. to the wolf it felt like he'd added another digit, and combined with the tiger's hot huffs and rumblings, it made his hole try and clench mightily. The tiger's earlier plug actions had worn him out to a degree, which meant that the cat was free to play as he wanted.

"Ohhh...-fuck!" the wolf couldn't help but throw his head back and groan out. It was perhaps the idea even more than the actual physical sensations coursing through his bound body. The tiger knew that, and only made it worse by reaching with his free paw, between Brian's legs, so that he could fondle at his slowly defrosting nuts and the base of his shaft. Brian jerked away from the touch at first, already used to feeling sharp cold from the tiger's touch. But this one turned out a much more pleasant one, Druff rolling those pent up orbs around almost caringly. It felt so good, the pleasured moan came out on it's own.

"Aaaahhhh..."

It may have sounded a bit more slutty than the wolf would have liked, but it was definitely to the tiger's liking. He slapped one supple ass cheek and rumbled into the wolf's crack with approval. He slipped his tongue out of the wolf's asshole so that he could heckle him properly.

"That's what I like to hear from you, boy..." the Druff slapped both halves of his prey's beefy rump this time. "Let's hear some more..."

The tiger dived back into the wolf's valley and shoved as much his tongue as he could into that el. His fingers were still in place, wriggling away and going for the prostate that was just about within his reach. The intermittent jabbing made it especially infuriating for the wolf who was in such demand for the ultimate pleasure. He kept huffing and grunting from each of the pokes the tiger managed to deliver onto his secretive nut. There was also the tongue, slathering wherever his fingers weren't at the time, around the rim of the wolf's hole, in and out and then between the fingers that Druff kept moving about.

"Offfff...fuck!" the wolf barked. It was pleasurable, and it was teasing. He knew he was not going to get off from it, not all of the way to that wonderful messy climax he was looking forward to. But he knew that he could get close, and the tiger knew, and would make him walk that tightrope for exactly as long as he wanted.

The big cat raked a claw slowly along the underside of that leaky cock, and the big wolf shuddered and jerked from the dangerous feeling, shoving his ass back onto that feline muzzle and getting that agile tongue even deeper inside. At least that's what it felt like. The slobbery treatment his hole was taking send such wonderfully blissful waves of pleasure washing through his groin that his cock was leaking precum with what felt like every other throb. He wanted that tongue to just make a mess out of him back there, but that damned clawed finger made him squirm uncomfortably and fought down the rising tides of pleasure coming from his saliva-dripping tunnel.

"Grrrrh..." The wolf growled in almost a savage way, and a little bit of drool escaped through his clenched teeth. He hoped the tiger wouldn't notice.

The tiger changed his tactics soon. Gone was the fingers and the tongue, instead Brian heard a huff when the cat hauled himself back to his feet. This time the Druff did not make an immediate detour to fetch more sex toys to tease the wolf with. He just stepped closer and wedged his dick between the wolf's ass cheeks. Brian grunted at the sensation of the fat shaft slapping at the crack of his rump, big and noticeable on his cleft. He thought he could even feel the barbs.

"Hmrmhm...trying to find something back there, pops?" he managed to heckle the tiger, even if he was once again under the threat of spilling out a moan when the tiger wrapped his arms around him and pulled their bodies together.

Druff nuzzled the wolf's neck before he bit onto a fleshy part he knew could take such a thing without leaving any real damage. It made the wolf tense, deliciously so, for him to feel through their full body contact.

The tiger purred as he sought one nipple on the wolf's chest, and slipped his other paw down to play with the folded, pulled back skin of Brian's sheath.

"Hmmmrh... if you wanna finger me, that's the wrong end pops..." the wolf rumbled out his obscenities as he tilted and ground his ass back against the tiger's hips as much as his limited freedom allowed. Those barbs raking through the valley between his glutes felt quite pleasant against his flesh. The tiger's leaky tip poked on his spit-soaked hole and teased with the imminent prospect of ramming forward suddenly, burying itself balls deep in one mighty thrust if Druff so wished. Brian knew he was certainly capable of it. Maybe milking that thick piece of meat with his glutes as it ground back and forth would goad the big cat into doing just that. He sure as hell was ready for it.

The fondling over his pec was secondary in his mind to the excitement of potential heavy pounding up his chute. He would do anything to finally release some of the pent up sexual tension the tiger so skillfully cultivated over the past hour or so. He wasn't sure. There was no clock on the wall of tiger's evil dungeon.

What really made the wolf moan was the way the tiger pinched Brian's sheath between his finerpads and rubbed them together.

"Ohfff - "

Brian bit down on his lip. The tiger didn't keep it on for very long, but he definitely felt every second of it. That simple act was nearly enough to wreck him for good. If only the tiger had been playing with his knot as well. He would've released a veritable torrent of cum all across the floor, he was sure of that. He jammed his hips forward to try and maintain the touch when the tiger began to pull away.

"Not fair!" Brian grumbled. Neither was the slap on his ass from that same paw, followed by the tiger moving away from him again.

"Bah..giving me blue balls...and not just from the ice...ugh..." the wolf snapped his tail about while huffing such accusations at the cat.

"You need a little break, by all means," the tiger retorted. "We don't want the festivities to end yet do we?"

"Fuck..." the wolf simply grunted. "You're not getting to my good books with all this, pops..."

He heard the subtle clatter that suggested more ice was coming, familiar from before. Brian's balls felt like they were trying to crowd up closer against his body to protect themselves from the cold. Brian wondered if that was even possible. Maybe it was merely a sympathetic reaction to the memory of having a pawful slapped over his nuts.

"I'm not horny enough to need the ice to cool off..." Brian complained further when he heard the tiger return.

"Your dick says otherwise," the tiger said, near enough to make Brian's whiskers wobble from his breathing.

Brian made his cock flex with a nice clench of his internal muscles. He hoped the attractive sight would compel the tiger to provide some more relief, rather than the sub zero torture of the ice.

Instead, the tiger went for his tail. A firm paw grabbed his tail and pulled it up. The whole appendage twisted in the air now, like an angry snake being held up by its ass end, the wolf thought. He wanted to hiss a little, to tell just what he thought about such a touch.

"This ought to calm you down a little..." the tiger said matter-of-fact.

Brian snorted.

"Is this more of that kinky doctor roleplay now?" he made sure to sound indignant, even if secretly he had to admit to himself that the prospect was somewhat arousing in a weird way.

"Maybe you're the kinky one," Druff chuckled.

"Says - whhooop!"

The tiger had just put an ice cube against his asshole. The coolness made the wolf's pucker clench rapidly. It was a prudent protective measure, thought the wolf, when he realized just what was going on. Having an ice cube rubbed around his butthole was not something he had expected to be experiencing any time soon.

"Owwh...it's not THAT sore...Jesus..." he grumbled. It felt odd, with the warm fingers and the cold ice and the water starting to drip into his crack and taint. "Damn..."

The wolf wished he could use his tail to smack the tiger's arm and shoo him away from his tender places, but he had no such luck. The Druff held his tail in firm grip while he continued the incredibly odd and strangely sexy ice play at Brian's most precious. His hole clenched from the odd sensations, and his toes curled yet again.

The wolf threw his head back with a startled yelp when the tiger positioned the cube straight at the center of his opening and suddenly jabbed it forward with a finger. Not hard enough to penetrate, but it made Druff's intentions obvious enough.

"Don't think that's meeEEHEeant to go there..." Further protests rose in pitch as the already depleted piece of ice was switched out for a fresh one with practiced fluidity, the cold pressure returning in full force. Druff flicked it around in all directions, punctuating with another jab here and there.

"I decide what goes where, pup. Now be a very good boy for daddy." The tiger rumbled hotly right into the hunk's ear and reveled in the shudder it sent down his spine... something he pressed his chest and belly to the wolf's back for specifically. Another jab, stronger than before, and there was some give. The tightly clenching pucker was all but subdued.

Moving in for the kill, the tiger swiped his tongue hard and slow along the wolf's neck in a gesture of dominance and with another fresh ice cube in hand, pushed mercilessly with two fingers. The resistance gave way, and just as he felt that tiny pucker swallowing up the block of ice, the tiger bit into the bound hunk's shoulder triumphantly.

How the strong young body tensed rigid from the icy penetration was simply delicious. He made sure to rub his fingers against the wet hole to feel how it pulsed in shock from the ice cube.

"Shhit!" the wolf complained. "T-that - "

"- needs more ice."

Brian huffed.

"More?" he yelped. "Really now - "

The tiger was not dismissed so easily. He must've had a supply of the ice cubes ready at paw, for he did not go anywhere to fetch them. A new one appeared in his paw and was pushed to the wolf's hole before much time passed. His hole was somewhat reluctant due to the cold, but the slickness caused by the melting ice meant that the resistance was not very persistent. Another shocking lump of ice was pushed inside the trussed up wolf. The tiger poked it deep, too. Brian could feel it sliding further. It was a like shock going through him.

But already his body was becoming used to it, the shock duller than it was the first time. It was still uncomfortable and chilly, but at least it didn't cause his entire body to seize up. The wolf couldn't help shuffling on his feet again though, something that caused the muscled halves of his ass to roll around the tiger's paw as it met out icy justice onto the quivering hole. A sight that the tiger appreciated, judging from the purring rumble coming from the dirty professor.

'Ah well...' The wolf reasoned to himself. He did like to show off, especially for this particular feline. He tried to swish his tail, but it was still held firm and out of the way by Druff, a dommy gesture that tickled the wolf's lust-addled mind just right.

"Hrrrrh..." The wolf was all manly growls and gritted teeth as the ice cube made its way inside of him. "Fuck that's cold..."

By the time the Druff shoved it all the way inside, it was well on its way to melting completely. Brian wasn't surprised. It was like having one in his mouth, in a way, though on the other end of his body now. Ice didn't survive for long in body temperature.

"Maybe I'll warm you up a little..." the tiger replied to his latest complaint.

He gave a couple swats on the wolf's body, as if spanking would create a full-body warming experience. Maybe it did to a degree, although mostly the sensations of heat concentrated on the wolf's sensitive and pent up nether regions.

"Always with the ass..." the wolf grumbled.

"I could always do something else too, you know, boy."

Druff let go of Brian's tail and decided that his paws had better things to do than to hold onto such bushy implements. He stepped in front of the wolf and grabbed his cock, just below the knot so that his knuckles were brushing against it. The still tool twitched and jerked in his grip. The skin looked particularly ´ruddy by then.

"Gonna suck some dick now, pops?" Brian rumbled. The fingers on his tool felt almost too good in his pent up state.

"Maybe later...once you're an oversensitive mess," the tiger said.

Brian tensed at the sound of that. The tiger's declaration was soon followed by an all too familiar click and a buzzing noise. The tiger put the round tip of his massage wand against Brian's dick.

"WhaaAAhahAAAH!" The wolf jerked and tensed and shivered as the pleasurable vibrations coursed through his leaky, pent up cock. Druff was sure to feel the dangerous throbs through his grip.

'Just a little bit more...'

As suddenly as they appeared, the sensations left his manhood, and it was enveloped in ice again. .

"Not yet, boy." The tiger commanded, and the wolf yelped and tugged on his restraints fruitlessly, the edge of bliss he was so close to leaping from vanishing rapidly. He was still hard in the tiger's grip, but no longer about to blow. Druff didn't release his grip until the ice in his paw was turned into water running down the wolf's cock.

Brian was still a raggedly panting mess when the the magic wand returned, and a new wave of tension rolled through his body.

"You have yet to earn your reward." Druff husked into a folded ear as he let the vibrating rod slip down to the wolf's balls.

"Hhngnhnhh...s-stop whisking my e-egggs..." the wolf's voice practically stuttered from the attack on his nuts.

The tiger simply pressed the round tip more firmly against one of the wolf's testicles, to really let the vibrations sink in.

"Owhhhhhph!"

It was a maddening kind of tingling, like dozens of tiny tongues worshipping his nuts. The wolf squirmed and writhed from the tickling pleasure, but didn't do much besides churn that plug around his insides, which just made things worse. Or better. That was a line blurred since they started.

It was all slowly starting to become unbearable for the bound hunk dangling from Druff's ceiling. The wolf's tongue was hanging out the side of his muzzle, his breaths coming out in ragged pants, and his painfully hard cock throbbing and leaking like a faucet. Brian had his eyes shut tight despite the blindfold over his eyes, and stars were beginning to dance in front of them.

Even without the tiger touching his cock, the wolf was about to blow simply from the churning plug and vibrating wand on his balls. He was getting so close to the edge, he was practically one paw up on the summit, one step away -

And it disappeared again and he was left throbbing in the air. His knot felt like it was going to explode from being engorged for such a long time.

"Comeooooooon..." the wolf panted raggedly. "E-enough edging!"

"I thought I'm the one who decides that..." Druff said.

"Mean!"

The vibrator clicked on again. For a second. Brian hoped that the tiger was about to bring it down to his shaft and finally give him relief. It turned out to be a pipe dream. The cat pushed the vibrator wand against his left nipple instead, and reached to fondle the right one even before the wolf had proper time to react to the initial sensation over his chest.

"Aa-aaaah!"

The wand felt different than the tiger's fingers or tongue, but it still lit his sensitive nerves on fire. The wolf flexed his chest and puffed it out, seeking more of the pleasurable sensations like a lust-crazed animal. He imagined his arms swelling up from the sheer lust - totally scientifically accurate thoughts, he assured himself - and how that would cause the cuffs around his wrists to break, setting him free.

'Let's see who's suffering then, big guy!'

Druff felt quite satisfied with the sight,, and his own barbed manhood agreed. The tiger pinched the other nipple and watched the pectoral flex in response, and felt the pleasing firmness of the muscle against his paw. The wolf's snarls of desperate sensual torture were just icing on the beefcake.

"Pff....ffff..."

"I couldn't have put it better myself," Druff said.

He terminated the vibrator teasing and nipple pinching and left the wolf to stew for another moment. Spittle dribbled from Brian's lolling tongue he still hadn't remembered to pull back into his maw. The tiger gave a satisfied smirk, enjoying the work of his paws.

"And maybe your little nuggets need some relief..."

He gave the wolf's balls a cursory tug and a pat, which was still enough to make him groan and try to hump into the teasing paw.

"Arhhh..."

The tiger circled his prey again. Brian's tail was practically corkscrewing the air behind him now. It took some proper timing to grab the said tail and step closer to the heaving wolf.

"Soon...very soon, boy."

The next thing Brian felt was the meaty slap of the tiger's prick against his ass. Druff smeared the barbed tip against up his crack and then down all the way to his balls. The wolf thought he could feel pre-cum spurting between his ass cheeks from the exceedingly randy tiger's cock.

"Pffftt..."

The Druff guided his tip over to the wolf's thoroughly stretched asshole and rubbed his cocktip against it. He could feel the muscled ring gnawing on him, seemingly desperate for some further contact, more stimulation that would finally push him down the cliff.

"FUHHHHHK!"

The tiger truly went up the wolf's butt and rammed balls deep with one single thrust that ended with his nuts slapping the wolf's own pair with a sense of finality.

As thick and hefty the toy had ended up being, that warm, barbed monster up his ass simply felt bigger. Something between a groan and a moan escaped the wolf's muzzle, seemingly pushed out by the ruthless passage of Druff's cock through his tight tunnel. And there it settled, balls deep, with that supremely dirty feeling of the tiger's groin pressed flush against his broad rump.

"Owhh..."

Brian couldn't help himself but found his ass grinding back up against the tiger, churning that hard shaft inside of him and milking his own prostate as best he could. He was so damn close. The tiger's cock sent surges and jolts of burning, tingling pleasure through his body, and the wolf didn't even think of how blowing his load just from being impaled on Druff's cock would look. All he could think about was getting that last shove he needed.

But he would get more than just the one.

Druff wasted little time with enjoying the wolf's clamping insides just by staying hilted. It was time for a thorough breeding of an overconfident beefcake. The tiger licked his chops and drew his hips backwards, slowly, to make sure his conquered prey really felt those barb. Once completely free from the wolf's coiling heat, he promptly shoved his hard shaft up to the hilt with precision and teeth-clattering force. The smack of his hips upon firm muscled ass resounded through the room, along with Brian's desperate groan of shameless pleasure.

"Ohmm...yeah...come on...do - do it..."

The chuckling tiger grabbed the wolf's hips and set up a quick rhythm. It was obvious to the wolf that teasing him to no end made the tiger incredibly horny. He was humping in and out of the wolf's ass like he had never had the chance to dip his dick in the wolf's velvety depths. Druff was enthusiastic enough to make the chains rattle. Brian found himself grabbing onto them, trying to get a bit more balance while the cat was trying his best to throw him to all fours on the floor despite the fact that he was still tied to the ceiling.

"Hush..."

The tiger bit onto the wolf's scruff and continued to pound him like no tomorrow. The slap of hips and gut on butt got an extra cadence from the slippery slop of the tiger's dick sliding back and forth in the wolf's tortured tunnel.

"Nhhhh... harder..." the wolf groaned in abandon.

Druff gripped the wolf's hips harder, letting his claws touch onto his skin. Brian let out a growl at the dangerous, if erotic feeling.

"I think I'm poking a goddamn ice cube in there..." the tiger harrumphed in reply. He also treated the wolf to several prostate-raking thrusts that made the wolf's cock slap repeatedly against his sweaty belly.

"Owwhhh-ff-f-f--f-ff..f.f." the wolf's maw refused to form letters properly and he was instead forced to just slur out the one sound that came out of biting his lower lip and hissing between his teeth. After a few particularly well aimed thrusts, the wolf slumped forward under the tiger's weight. It was getting close to impossible to sustain the effort of keeping his posture under this merciless assault. But he wouldn't cave in, not yet.

"...f-fffUHK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT YOU BASTARD!" He managed to get out before being reduced to a mess of horny groans and lustful grunts. He was close. So damn close. But still the wolf felt like he needed to feel that barbed tool plow through him with a bit more force, a bit more depth... even though Druff's balls were slapping his rump with every thrust. Just a bit more...

But he couldn't. Druff was the one setting the pace and calling all the shots... and for the moment, he seemed quite satisfied with enjoying the clenching warmth of the desperately huffing and puffing wolf. The way the strong body responded to the thrusts and the pleasure they brought was a thrill to watch as well. But the tiger watched enough. Once he slammed home to the hilt, the dirty Professor threw himself forward onto his partner and hefted one arm around the wolf's side, gripping a pawful of thickly muscled pectoral and squeezing hard. The response was immediate with an arched back, hearty moan, and milking squeeze around his cock that was filling it's heated holster with slick pre.

Brian's exposed neck was just begging for a rough mating bite, and that's just what it got. The tiger's raspy tongue slobbered possessively over the caught patch of skin and fur. Druff was filled with the urge to claim the wolf in every way he could, and after being softened up by all the previous kinky ordeals, there was no resistance left. There was only hunger and desire shared between them now.

"Awwwwrhhh..." the wolf growled. The bite wasn't too bad, but it was good, and he thought it was almost enough to push him over the edge...but again, not quite. The tiger was slowing down, too, his hips moving steadily but at a reduced pace. It was still very stimulating, but lacked the urgency that he expected would be needed to get him to pop his load. The bitten spot went hot and sticky after Druff's muzzle was removed from it and the tiger moved to pant into his ear instead.

"Like I mean it...hmm..." his tone sounded questioning.

"COME OOON! PICK IT UP!" the wolf grunted. "LOST YOUR BREATH OR SOMETHING?"

The tiger snickered in a way that sounded inappropriate even while you were balls deep in someone's butt.

"You really are insistent..I just may have to humor you."

Brian tried to squeeze down on the tiger with his asshole, but found it to be almost numb by now. He wondered briefly if that was worrisome. Maybe he had really overdone it now.

To the wolf's horror, the tiger did not fuck him senseless, like he had implored him to do. Instead, that barbed cock slipped away and left him feeling empty. At least he could feel his anus again, though the way it clamped shut on empty air made him groan. He was going to walk funny for a while, that much was sure.

'I'm gonna need to put a bandaid over it or something, fuuuhk!"

He had no idea where the tiger was going, or why he would even want to stop doing what he did before. Was he going insane with lust? Or did the tiger fear that he indeed was about to cum? Brian would not call it a premature ejaculation at this point when they had been going at it for what felt like hours.

He more felt the tiger's movement on his whiskers rather than sensed it otherwise. That subtle sensation was soon supplanted with something much more tangible. The tiger's paws landed on his calves and pulled, hard enough that he lost his balance almost immediately and fell down until the chains went taut and he came to a halt.

"FUCK!"

It did not feel particularly nice, and it felt like the cuffs around his wrists were digging into his bones through his fur. The tiger held onto his legs still, and pulled on them.

"Around my waist...unless you want to dangle there like a punching bag..."

The wolf had enough of a presence of mind to do as he was told, and wrap his legs around the tiger. This pulled the cat closer to him, too, and the posture was indeed conductive of other things too. The tiger managed to line himself up and prod the wolf's butthole with his slick tip.

"Let's see how long you'll last," the tiger grumbled. His paws gripped on the wolf's rump and fondled the flexing ass cheeks just as he drove himself home again.

"Offpff..."

The chains holding the wolf up rattled with the tiger's mighty shove, and the only thing keeping him from sliding off that barbed thickness were the tiger's own paws grabbing the sides of his ass hard, keeping their hips flush, and more importantly, keeping that pre-oozing dick balls deep inside the needily contracting tunnel.

Brian growled out in pleasure, the discomfort of hanging from the ceiling by his arms quickly forgotten in the wake of the deep tissue massage. This new angle was aided by gravity and made Druff's shaft smash and grind against his prostate much more thoroughly, and it made his cock twitch and leak pre down onto the floor, and his thick legs tense up around the older man fucking him senseless.

"Awwhh..."

The second hump came soon enough, and the third and fourth, the tiger really laying into his prey and seemingly fucking the air out of his lungs as well. No more words came out of the wolf's muzzle, only pleasure-addled huffs and groans in time with every smack of hips against his thickly muscled ass. Back arched and rump naturally pushed out in this new position made the college hunk an incredibly pleasing sight for the busy tiger, who was feeling more aggressive by the moment. When he wasn't smacking those jutting cheeks and feeling the supple muscle under his fingers, he swung Brian's helplessly hanging body forward and back on his throbbing shaft, fucking him on himself. Best of all, he felt the wolf squeezing and massaging around the pistoning tiger meat, as if he needed to feel it depositing it's sizeable load inside of him to actually get off himself. It was a particularly dirty thought that made the tiger lick his lips as he looked down onto his conquered mount and smacked his ass again for good measure.

He was going to make the wolf spill and lose himself first before giving him the breeding he seemingly craved in this lust-crazed state. The state he brought him in, the tiger thought to himself, pounding away triumphantly. The wolf wasn't far off from it either, by the way that hot sleeve of a tunnel was clenching around his cock erratically.

Deciding to ramp it up even more, Druff slid his paws up the wolf's sides and grippied his torso firmly, holding him in place while he withdrew from Brian's gripping heat until only the tip was kissing the stretched hole... before slamming his hips forward hard, ramming his entire shaft into the tight hole while pulling the wolf back onto his pole with almost unnecessary force. The heavy smack of strong hips meeting firm ass resounded through the room as that thick piece of tiger meat slid back balls deep with enough force to make Brian's teeth clatter.

The wolf just let out a wailing howl and clamped harder around the cock plundering his depths than he did the entire night.

Good.

Druff didn't give a moment's respite, already repeating the maneuver and watching Brian's glutes ripple from the force of the pounding with pleasure. The pace slowed a bit from the jackhammer pace of before, but gained more than its worth in force. As the tiger swung him repeatedly on and off his cock, the wolf could do nothing but swim in the intense burning pleasure of the breath-taking pounding he was receiving as stars were starting to dance in front of his blindfolded eyes.

Somewhere in his lust-addled mind he knew he looked like the tiger's toy being used simply to get him off, hanging from the ceiling in his new position as he was, and he knew how utterly slutty he was acting, but there was no fighting it. He would come explosively from getting fucked up the ass, hard and fast and uncompromising... just like the way he hated he loved it. The orgasm was about to be mercilessly fucked out of him without even touching his own cock, and he craved to feel that intoxicating high... while the tiger behind him claimed him and thoroughly painted his insides white.

Brian would be scared of what this tiger could turn him into when he really wanted if he wasn't about to bust one of the most mind-blowing nuts of his life. He could feel it coming, spine-liquidifying and breathtaking at the same time.

"Owh...woh...ruff...ruff...huff..."

The noises he made were probably much too embarrassing and unmanly, but he didn't really care about it anymore. At least the walls were soundproofed so that none of the neighbours were going to witness his utter submission.

Even his tail went rigid and coiled when he realized that it was happening. The sexual tension reached its peak and he orgasmed, deep inside his body. It quickly spread everywhere, a warm glow that turned all parts of his skin into a sexual organ. Every touch, the flow of air, the flexing of his muscles, everything fueled his pleasure into further sweaty heights.

Then came the tiger's teeth. The Druff caught his tense shoulder into a mating bite and gnawed down while Brian splashed what felt like an endless amount of cum between their bodies. It stained them both good, and their air grew extremely heavy and thick with the smell of rut. Druff's cock pumping inside the wolf's ass only milked more of it out of him, and it also drove the tiger to his limits as well.

"gRGFHH..."

Later the wolf would think that the tiger sounded truly primal while he bit down on Brian's burning arm and let all of his sexual energy that had pooled in his body throughout their activities burst out in one wonderful, messy release. He wasn't letting the wolf go anywhere but held onto him tight, plastered on his body. His cum flowed deep inside Brian's body and would remain there as a sign of their union for a good time.

"Rawhhh.." the wolf growled.

The tiger kept the college wolf in his raunchy embrace for a long time, up until Brian's legs gave out and they dropped to the floor, off Druff's hips. The sudden shift caused the tiger's dick to plop out of him. it made Brian huff. The barbs raked through his rectum and reminded him of just what he had been doing for the better part of a half an hour, or so, perhaps. He had lost his sense of time much earlier. The blindfold didn't help with that either.

"Owweh..." Brian conceded. His arms were starting to feel very heavy and sore as well. It felt odd to not be able to flop down after all the exertions of the sex were over and the afterglow was coming onto him well. His tail drooped down over his well-fucked butt. He almost hissed aloud at the sensation. It felt like his ass needed an ice pack. Maybe he could use what was left of the ice cubes that Druff teased him with earlier.

The wolf groaned at his own mind even as his spent cock gave a slight twitch at the thought of the weaponized sex ice cubes. Gone was the proud stance he took at the start of the night, mostly just hanging by the ceiling now and trying to calm down and collect his bearings, which was easier said than done while he was still riding the high of post-orgasmic bliss. His breaths were still coming out in a ragged panting mess, and his body tingled pleasantly all over. Fucked into nirvana would be an apt description, the wolf mused quietly to himself, the pure sexual satisfaction of their acts still not replaced by the usual bravado of a tough-as-nails stud.

"Well... that was... something...." The wolf managed to say between his exhausted panting. "Not sure if I can... feel my legs..."

He heard the tiger chuckle. A moment later, his sweaty paws reached for the back of the wolf's head and unclasped the blindfold. Brian was glad for the low lighting level in the dungeon. He still squinted a little.

"That's been known to happen occasionally," Druff said.

Brian looked at him for the first time in a long time now. The cat really was wearing an utility belt of sorts. Several butthole-clenching things were slipped onto it, including the vibrator wand he had used so successfully before. He had not been joking about coming prepared. His cock drooped now, half-deflated, though still slimy from their activities, and smelling strongly of cum. It was not a bad sight.

"Bah," Brian snorted.

The tiger smirked. He scratched his own chest casually. He looked somewhat done himself, the wolf thought, spent despite his continued boner. He was almost tempted to put it in his maw. Just because.

"Unhappy about something?" the tiger raised his brow. His tail made a languid loop behind him, one Brian knew his own would not be quite so happy to do after their butt-pumping. He gave the tiger a look and grunted, rattling the chains binding his arms together.

"Yeah." The wolf grunted. ""Hurry up and get me down from and here... this thing is starting to chafe."

Druff's tail looped behind him in amusement.

"I thought you liked it rough."

The wolf snorted at his host and shuffled his wrists again.

"C'mon, get!" There was some mirth to the wolf's voice behind the gruff front as well. "... and make something to eat, I'm hungry."

The tiger waved his dick at the wolf by grabbing the base.

"Could always prepare some sausage..." Druff said.

Brian harrumphed.

"i'm pretty out-fucked for now, pops," he muttered. "I'm not gonna get tempted by any offers of tiger-sausage any time soon."

"We shall see," said Druff. To his credit, he did reach over to begin to untie Brian's cuffs. The wolf was glad for that. He thought he was in a good shape, but the tiger always knew odd ways for him to get tired with. He probably did it on purpose. Brian was sure that he could not take such punishment every day, or he'd be soon walking with a limp. But once his arms fell down to his sides, free at least, he already knew that he was looking forward to the next time.

Damnit.

"Phew..." he huffed and rubbed his wrists each in turn.

Druff smiled ever so sweetly.

"Need some cream for that?"

Brian flicked his ears sharply at the tiger.

"I'm not gonna let you start playing doctor with me, Druffessor," the wolf said.

The tiger made a gesture that looked like he was miming using a medical syringe, and it was not something Brian approved of.

"A case in point," Brian snorted.

"I don't know about you but I need a shower," Druff said. "Or maybe a bath..."

He turned about and swung his tail, and the wolf could only think of it as an invitation to wash the back the tail was connected to. His eyes lingered, and he felt his resolve crumbling with every passing moment.

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