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People, no matter their walk of life, have a sanctum. A secret place where they can rest and recharge. For some it's not a physical place, but in the arms of a lover or a good book. For Roman that secret place is his playroom. The room had been a dilapidated study when he first bought his house.

Completely gutting the room, he remolded it to have matte red walls, black floors, and plenty of space to bind men up. Every few months he found a new toy or apparatus to put in the room. His last such splurge happened to be a Saint Andrew's cross bound in leather. It had cost him more than anything else in the room, but it had been so worth it.

"Full gear today?" Roman asked as the tiger as he stepped into the room. Fitting Oliver like a second skin the leather suit smoothed away of the feline's defining features. No one, but roman, would be able to tell who the person on the black leather was for sure. Not even Oliver once Roman set in on him.

Oliver turned to look over his shoulder as Roman entered the room. The mouth and eye holes of the hood open on his mask. "Boss has been up my ass lately. Do you mind zipping me up?" Oliver answered. Coming over Roman put a hand on Oliver's lower back and zipped up the suit. His hand moving down to the leather sheathed tail as it tried getting in the way. Letting out a long sigh of relief Oliver sagged forward as the leather was closed around him.

"Well--" Roman let his hand slide down the smooth leather and grabbed Oliver's ass so hard it squeaked. "Tell for now your ass is mine to play with," he informed Oliver. His voice a rumble that started at his chest. Being a rat Roman found just a bit more pleasure in dominating Oliver than other submissives.

An almost silent groan escaped from Oliver's mouth as he rose onto the balls of his feet.

"Yes," he hissed as his tail moved back and forth.

Pulling his hand back Roman gave Oliver's ass a nice smack before stepping away. Reaching for the black collar around Oliver's neck Roman took hold of one of the many rings that decorated it. Not waiting for Oliver to settle back on his feet Roman pulled the sub to the center piece of the room.

The bench was made out a dark brown wood polished to a shine and had been fitted with several anchor points. The anchors allowed Roman to bind his subs in any manner of ways.

"Stay!" Roman ordered and laid Oliver down on the bench. The sub's legs and ass off hanging off the padded seat. Listening to Roman Oliver stayed put.

Leaving Oliver Roman gathered up a few things. From the rack on the south wall he grabbed two cuffs, a few lengths of chain, and a leg spreader with attached cuffs. Then moving to the shelving on the west wall he grabbed lube. Arms full of what he gathered he caught his stool with his foot and shoved it over towards the bench.

Putting everything down on the floor Roman stripped. Toss his jeans and t-shirt to the door Roman gave his round gut a smack. "Let's get this started," he told his eager sub and went for the cuffs.

Starting with his subs arms Roman cuffed them and used chain to anchor them an O-ring at the top of the Bench's back. Lifting the feline's arms up and giving them little slack. Attaching the leg spreader to Oliver's ankles he anchored the bars and cuffs to the bench. The ankles to anchors on the lengths of wood that came out the back of the chair in a V shape. The bar to the same anchors as the wrists. Leaving the feline completely exposed.

While Roman bent and bound his sub, the feline couldn't help but let out soft oohs and groans. Roman had to admit he enjoyed the sight as well. Leaning in to close the eye flaps on the sub's mask Roman rubbed himself through the jock he still wore. The slightly damp fabric was rough and played on the line of being too much.

Leaving his sub to adjust to his new predicament Roman went to the north wall of the room. Most gear was folded, bagged, and stored in a chest. The two things exempt from this and kept out on display was Roman's gloves and boots. Both had been custom-made specifically for Roman by a biker friend of his. Taking the gloves out of the box they were stored in Roman placed his boots on top of the box before going in the chest. Removing a harness for his chest and one for his groin Roman took them back to his bound sub.

Removing his jock Roman tossed it over with the rest of the clothes. Putting on the chest harness he adjusted it until the silver ring connecting the straps sat above his gut.

The crotch harness was much like a leather jockstrap except for two key differences. The outside front had a place where he could attach any of toys to. Of which, he had a many of. The inside had a curved nub that made fucking someone just as much fun for Roman as the guy he was plowing. The straps of the harness lifted Roman's furry white ass and made it that much fatter.

"Let's get started now," Roman told his sub as he sat down and pulled on the gloves. The feline had been squirming in anticipation since Roman took away his ability to see. Goosebumps rolled over Roman's shoulders and down his back as the gloves glided over his fur.

Grabbing for the lube, Roman unzipped the flap over the feline's ass at the same time. Thick like sap the lube ran down Roman's hands and to his wrist in fat droplets before he rubbed his hands together. Smearing the lube, he coated the leather in a thick layer.

Holding out two fingers Roman plunged them between the black and orange cheeks. The sub's squirming stopped, and he grew stiff as he felt the cold lube on his hole. Spreading his fingers apart Roman pulled at the ring of muscle. He worked it over with a practiced hand. Moving his fingers in a circle motion before spreading the digits apart.

A minute passed before the tight hole opened enough to let Roman's middle finger. Grabbing the tiger's ass with the hand not pumping the finger in and out of the tiger's hole Roman spread the tiger.

Watching the pink ring swallow his finger Roman waited a moment before adding his index finger. Experienced in being fucked the sub welcomed the second finger. Opening his mouth, the sub alternated between moaning, cursing, and muttering single syllable grunts.

Holding two fingers inside if the sub Roman spread his fingers as much he could. Getting a little space, he tilted hand up and poured lube down the palm of his hand into the hole. Much of it was pushed back out when the sub's ass clenched up out of reflex. Keeping his fingers spread Roman waited until the hole relaxed to pull his fingers out. Scooping up the lube that drooled out of the hole he pushed it up between the tiger's cheeks and back into the hole. He plugged it with his fingers as the hole cinched again.

With two fingers of one hand plunged inside the sub Roman used the index finger of his other hand to tease the ring. The muscle was slow to accept the new finger. He worked the three fingers in tandem. Spreading the hole from inside and massaging the outside. When the hole let the third finger in, he pulled back the second hand and used the ring finger on the first.

"That's it," he groaned as he curled his fingers in a come hither motion. The size and shape of a walnut the subs prostate was easy to find. Roman pressed on it and moved his fingers over it. The chains rattled as the sub's body jerked, and he started to whine. "Want more kit?" Roman teased, a mocking edge to his voice.

Standing up he grabbed the sub's hard cock through the leather. He squeezed it and ran his fingers along the shaft. "Can you even feel this?" he asked and pulled his hands away. The sub squirmed and whined as the pleasure he had lost himself in was ripped away.

"Please!" the subbed begged, arching his back and grabbing the chains connected to his cuffs.

Curling his gloved fingers into a fist Roman pressed it the sub's ass. "You want this?" he wondered. The sub scooted his ass towards the fist until he couldn't go further. His he spasmed against Roman's digits and Roman twisted the fist. "You want it all don't you?" Roman asked as he twisted the fist, grind his knuckles against the sensitive skin.

Hearing the pleading "yes!" come from his sub before being repeated Roman unfurled his fist. Getting the three fingertips against the hole Roman pressed them in slowly. With the tiger at the end of his chain he could only whine as the fingers pressed into him. Inch, by cruel inch. Bottoming out Roman pulled the fingers back out, spreading them apart as he did so. Doing this a couple time he added his pinky into the mix. So far gone the sub seemed to barely notice.

His thumb was a little harder fit than his pinky. Barely reaching past the third knuckle he had to work to get it in. Pressing his palm to the hole he poured more lube down it and used his other hand to coat the back of his hand. Placing his hand on the sub's thigh he pushed his hand inside and twisted. Keeping his fingers flat and together he focused on getting his palm deeper, his thumb not added to the mix.

Getting his hand moving in smoothly he curled his fingers down each time he pulled back. The first time he did the sub cried out like he had came as Roman's fisted hand pulled out with a slurp of sound. Waiting until the resistance waned enough Roman kept his fingers curled while adding the thumb.

Stopping with the four fingers curled inside Roman dragged his thumb down his index finger and pushed it inside. A long fuck escaped The tiger's hole as the thumb curled down to meet the rest of the fingers inside of him. "Good kitten. Now let's get to the wrist." Seeing his sub panting and squirming as his fist sat inside his sub made Roman feel good. A low growl started at his chest and rolled out of his mouth as he pulled his fist back. It popped out and left the tiger's ass gaped and drooling the clear lube.

Now when Roman turned his fist against the sub's hole it sank in with a wet sound. Back to working on getting more into the stretched hole Roman inched his fist inside. His eyes were glued to watching his gloved fist sinking inside. So much so, he nearly came when he ended up with the whole fist inside. "Hole all ready for bombshell I think," Roman gleefully said as he pulled his fist out.

Reduced to a sweaty panting mess Roman only moaned as the fist left his hole empty. Going to his toy shelf Roman grabbed Bombshell off the top row. Of the toys he preferred Bombshell was among the largest. Of moderate length the toy was made for those who liked to stretch their limits. Colored a silvery steel the toy was one of Roman's preferred choices.

Attaching it to his harness Roman used the excess lube on his gloves to coat the toy. Walking back Roman grabbed the spreader bar with one hand. Pressing the bar back as far the tiger's legs could permit Roman stepped up to the bench.

Rubbing his palm over the wide head Roman gave his cock one last stroke before pressing it to the waiting hole. Feeling something new moments from spreading him the cat let a pleading whine escape his lips. The whine only grew higher pitched as Roman sank inside of his sub. Gliding inside the toy easily bottomed out and Roman's hips met the cat's as with a clap.

Buried inside Roman grabbed the bar with both hands and pulled back. He threw his whole weight behind the next thrust. Left moaning as the harness's nub was driven against his walls. Grinding his hips forward Roman lost himself to the feeling. His hands squeezed the bar as he pulled back for the next thrust.

Putting his considerable bulk into the thrusts Roman began shaking the bench. To keep from chasing his sub across the room after each thrust Roman grabbed the chains and pulled back.

Looking past his shaking pecs and wobbling girth Roman watched the effects he had on his sub. With the chains pulled taut the tiger's knees was pulled up to his stomach. Mouth open the tiger let his tongue lull out as he surrendered to having his hole hammered.

Feeling his orgasm coming Roman looped the chains around his fists and pumped his hips faster. Sweat covered his brow and his abdomen clinched in anticipation. Lifting the bench off the ground Roman gave a few last powerful thrusts before cursing. His orgasm hit him hard and left him panting.

He tried to keep his hips going as his rhythm faltered. But he just didn't have it in him. Pulling out of the sub's ruined hole Roman's cock flung lubricant as it bounced about. "Good kitten." he panted as he sagged in the stool.

Catching his breath Roman unbound his sub. The tiger's legs and arms sagged on either side of the bench. "You cum in there?" Roman asked. Seeing his sub shake his head and whine in the negative Roman sat up in the stool.

Lifting the tiger's legs Roman ignored the sound of protest from his sub. Keeping them up by the spreader bar Roman got underneath the legs and pressed his fist to the ruined hole. The protests became needy whines as Roman forced his fist back into the tigers' ass.

Letting the tiger's legs go and rest on his shoulder's Roman started working his sub over. Pressing one hand in he had the other waiting to shove in after. He wasn't going to try both fists yet, but neither was he going to go slow. Lube slipped by his fists with wet squelches and squishes as Roman hammered away.

With his hands free the tiger pawed at his trapped cock. The suit was as good as chastity at denying the tiger the chance to pleasure himself. His ass was the only way he'd be getting any pleasure. Reaching down the tiger pulled at his ass, hoping it'd help.

Roman felt his subs orgasm when it hit. Past the wrist inside his sub Roman kept his fist inside as the sub bucked and his hole spasmed. Frustrated whines came from the tiger as let days of pent-up energy out. When the orgasm ended, he laid motionless on the bench, arms dangling down.

Standing up Roman lifted the legs off his shoulder and pulled his fist out. It sounded like the tiger had the wind knocked out him when Roman pulled his fist out.

Recovered enough from his own orgasm Roman rose to his feet. "I think I need to do that more." Roman told Oliver as he gathered the things up. He placed what didn't need to be washed, lube and chest harness, back where they belonged. Then he set about removing the bonds from Oliver and waited until he recovered to help him out of his suit.