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Standing bare in his bedroom, Bond gazed upon the orb of metamaterials that made up his suit. The muscular snow leopard slowly stroked two fingers across the surface, drawing up glistening black onto the pads. He slowly drew the substance across his face, feeling it come off his fingers into a perfect domino mask. When he opened his eyes, the iris and pupil were obscured.

Bond exhaled slowly. He had fought corporate armies, the Apex City Police Department, League superheroes and even other villains. But not one of those encounters had made him as nervous as the meeting he had prepared for today. He placed his palm onto the orb and willed his suit to cover him. The black gave way to strands of violet and silver as it flowed up his arm to his shoulder.

The supervillain Bond had only one known power, but his skill in using it had left him undefeated. He could convert anything into restraints. For heroes who could break free of traditional bindings through sheer strength, he could wrap steel girders and chain into effective containment. Police equipment turned against their users: bulletproof vests converting into straight-jackets with a thought. A fellow villain's goggles turn to a blindfold, restricting his sight-based abilities. And if the snow leopard was in a situation where there was no suitable material? His suit had plenty to spare, converting into faux-leather straps and belts as they left his grasp to ensnare anyone who dared try to stop him.

The high-tech material continued to cover up his spotted coat, both protecting his body from traditional means of attack and also hiding the finger-print like pattern of rosettes that covered his body. He flexed his toes and then rolled up onto them to let his boots form over his feet, before standing flat again. The only parts of his fur that remained exposed were his head from the jaw up and his long, luxurious tail. He took care to occasionally re-dye the spots in his fur as a precaution.

But today's encounter would be one that went past those kinds of safeguards. Perhaps that was why it made him so nervous. He turned his head, looking at the image on display on his computer monitor. Two dogs in white, bronze and brown wearing the same insignia across their chests. The sidekick was wearing a red ballcap backwards, a tuft of his hair coming out above the snapback. Above the image was an internal headline from the League database regarding the newest inductees.

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Timber opened up a drawer in his apartment, then dug in the back. He brought out the new costume that his friend Ferd had ordered with the new League funding they had. The pupper looked over the white, bronze and brown outfit. They certainly weren't his colors, but they matched Ferd's. Well... Aptitude's.

When Ferd had told Timber that he was going to become a hero, he didn't know what to think. When Ferd asked Timber to be his sidekick he'd gone along because... well, what are friends for? As Aptitude, Ferd used his knowledge of technology and inventing to create a multitude of gadgets that didn't always malfunction.

The pup wondered how he and the german shepherd had even passed muster to be inducted into the League in the first place. And why he was in bronze lamé trunks. He pulled on the white tank top and smoothed it out, looking down at Aptitude's insignia. It looked far better professionally printed than it had when it was Ferd's handmade costume using fabric markers.

That original costume was already made by the time Ferd approached him about all this. It was loosely based on an outfit that Timber wore out clubbing that was in fact in the pupper's colors. He smoothed out the snug knit sleeves with a bronze, white and brown band on each, before putting on their matching stockings. He sighed a bit.

His name as a sidekick was pretty bad. He remembered the exchange he'd had with Ferd about it as he put on his stark white sneakers. "Why aren't you called Aptinand, then?" He'd asked.

Ferd had insisted that the name he'd chosen rolled off the tongue way better than that, and that he was the hero, so he was Aptitude. Ferd was always like that. Headstrong, confident in his choices. So much so that it worried Timber sometimes.

It had only been two weeks since they were officially inducted into the League, and already official channels had been used to deliver Aptitude a message. Bond, one of the most powerful villains of the Guild, wanted to see them. He had given a meeting time and a place. There was no indication of what this was about. A simple invitation.

Higher ups in the League had said that it was common for villains to 'call out' a hero, and that had been all Ferd needed to accept. The german shepherd was all gung ho about it.

Timber carefully applied his bronze domino mask to his face, smoothing it out as the tech within it protected his eyes from computer facial recognition tracking and things like eye-color identification. Thankfully, these measures also defended against airborne particles. Just the fact that he needed all of that protection... He was apprehensive about most of this, but they'd done well so far. He was doing his best to help his friend.

And he was going to that meeting with him, as Aptitude's sidekick. Timber wondered how, in all of Apex City, he and Ferd had caught Bond's eye...

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In the dispatch offices of the League, two figures wearing headsets looked over screens. The one sitting on the left, a bear, squinted at the scheduled patrol routes, meetings, and the like for the day. "Is.... It really wise to let those two kids go meet up with Bond?"

The other officer chuckled dismissively. The stallion typed something into his console before looking over to his colleague. "You know as well as I do that Bond doesn't hurt people, especially not newbies." He sipped on his coffee. "Most kids who try to take him on end up tied up and too embarrassed to call us to send someone to pick them up."

"I wish everyone in the Guild had such strong principles." The grizzly muttered, rubbing his temple above his earpiece. "Would make our lives a lot easier."

"In any case," The stallion continued. "This should be a good test. Set the new kids against an undefeated foe that won't do them any lasting damage... What they do in that situation will tell us a lot about them."

"I know all that." The ursine officer muttered. "It just doesn't sit right with me. Bond's never invited a hero to a meeting. They show up to stop him while he's doing his own thing."

The horse rolled his eyes. "At least we'll know where Bond is at the meeting time. One less thing to have to keep track of."

After a long moment thinking, the bear reached over on his console and started typing. "I'm sending a surveillance drone to watch the meeting."

Whickering in blithe amusement the other officer pointed at his partner. "At the very least it'll be hilarious footage."

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Aptitude and Timber entered the abandoned building side by side. The german shepherd's super-gear was based on a sort of work-out clothes one often saw in college gyms. Muscle shirt with his insignia, fingerless gloves, basketball shorts and sneakers. On top of all of it, he had a bronze cape to match his domino mask. Unlike with normal basketball shorts, he also had a utility belt with a myriad of pouches holding his various gadgets.

They followed the instructions of the invitation onto the second story. It was a wide open space with some walls bare cement and others covered in drywall. The building seemed to have been under construction and then the funding dried up or some similar cause for the project to be left in a state of partial completion.

Timber tilted his head as his eyes landed on a pristine white mattress lying flat, located slightly to the left of the door from the stairwell. "That mattress looks pretty clean for being in an abandoned building..."

Aptitude perked, looking over. He then tilted his head back to look at the ceiling above it. "Well, there's no cracks for water to seep through, so it wouldn't get water damage or mildew..." The caped canine mused. "Must have been dropped here after most of the dusty work was done. Maybe someone's been squatting here."

The sidekick pup nodded, idly adjusting his lamé trunks and resisting the urge to itch at the edge of his mask. "My mask still feels weird."

Aptitude pointed dramatically. "Better make sure it doesn't come off! Your identity is your most important defense!"

"I know, I know." Timber smoothed out his sleeves, then perked his ear. A low humming that he'd thought was just part of the building abruptly stopped with the sound of gears grinding. When he looked in the direction he heard the noise, he saw a quadcopter fall past the window. Distantly the sound of the plastic shattering open on the ground below followed. What was strangest of all, was that the pup could have sworn that instead of propellers at the end of each arm coming from the drone's body, black plastic zip ties had bound up around the motor housings. He looked back towards Aptitude, "Uh..."

However, the german shepherd was focused in the other direction, towards the door they'd come in. Aptitude held up a hand for Timber to be quiet as he listened. Heavy footsteps echoed off the cement walls of the stairwell, getting louder.

The door swung open, revealing the tall feline. Bond's shoulders and muscular arms seemed to fill up the breadth of the door as he passed through, though it could have been an illusion caused by the dark space behind him and his mostly black suit. "Greetings, Aptitude. I'm glad you came," His head turned just perceptibly from the german shepherd to Timber. "Along with your adorable sidekick." His voice was dark and smooth, a heavy molasses for the mind to get gummed up by. He walked a few paces, until he was next to the mattress, never turning his head away from the pair of canines.

Timber squinted. Adorable? He'd had plenty of guys call him cute before... but none of them were renowned supervillains. Was that condescending? Was it appropriate even if it wasn't? He shifted his stance slightly, ready to move if need be. He had seen footage of the snow leopard ensnaring seasoned heroes with bands of black that came off his suit, leaving them helpless as Bond went on doing his villainy...

The pup's thoughts were interrupted by a cry from the hero to his right. "Cover me!" Aptitude abruptly broke into a sprint, running directly at the imposing villain.

At that, the unseasoned sidekick looked bewildered and glanced down at his utter lack of a utility belt, before back at the running german shepherd. "With what?!"

Before Aptitude could give a reply, Bond smirked and held out a hand, thumb pressed firmly against his middle digit, pad to pad. "Oh, he's covered, alright." He snapped his fingers and held his hand where it was, thumb propped against his index finger so that just that one knuckle was protruding from the rest of his fist.

At the same time the snap struck the air, the bronze cape fluttering behind Aptitude rapidly twisted and surged up against the charging hero's back. Part of it wrapped up between his legs while the sides flowed over his arms. In less than a second it had gone from billowing accessory to a perfectly tailored straight jacket holding the hero's arms to his torso.

Aptitude lunged, the sudden bindings throwing him off balance and eliminating the attempt at a punch he had been winding up for. His momentum carried him towards Bond until one side of his neck struck the outstretched knuckle.

Bond absorbed most of the impact by retracting and turning his arm to the side, guiding the rest of the hero's fall onto the mattress.

Timber stared. It was hard to make out just what had happened from his position, but he did see that the mattress was oriented just how Aptitude had fallen onto it... like it had been there for this very purpose. "What... did you do to him?" He swallowed, backing up towards the wall behind him, but more importantly, away from the villain.

The broad snow leopard held up his hand, knuckle still braced outward. "Pressure point." His voice had changed, a bit more familiar, but still as deep and rich as ever. "He'll stay asleep for a while. No need to distress you unnecessarily, my dear." He extended his fingers with a flourish and then began to stride towards Timber.

"W-what...?" The pup blushed suddenly, confused. The answer was distracting enough that when he bumped into the wall he'd been backing towards, he jumped in surprise.

"You see, that invitation was never about Aptitude." Bond continued to approach, his handsome face wearing a confident smile rather than the arrogant smirk it had before. "I arranged this meeting so I could meet you."

Timber felt his breathing getting a bit faster, heart pounding in his chest. What had he done to catch this kind of attention? He swallowed his nerves, doing everything he could to not just brace against the wall as if it would somehow save him. "W-why would you do that?"

"I saw your picture. I meant it when I said you're adorable." The muscular supervillain crossed within ten feet and stopped, respecting personal space for the time being. "I just had to meet you. I thought of other options but..." He chuckled warmly. "I determined that this was best. If I wanted to meet you out of this context, I'd have to invade your privacy and approach you in civilian life and..." He sighed. "A relationship shouldn't start with that kind of power imbalance hanging over it."

"I... suppose I should thank you for thinking that far ahead." Timber blushed deeper... He was not sure what to think... wait, relationship? Bond thought he was cute like that...?

The supervillain swallowed and licked his lips, shifting his weight a bit.

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That morning, in Bond's bedroom, a ram came out of the master bathroom, toweling off his wool. He looked over at the snow leopard, fully suited up. "Wow... why are you already dressed to go out?"

"I have... that meeting today, Wind." Bond said, peeking back over his shoulder at the mostly bare ruminant. His poise broke and he rubbed his head just below his ear with his palm. "What if he doesn't like me?"

Solar Wind approached Bond, reaching a hoof to lay on the taller male's shoulder. "Hey, I've been on the receiving end of your moves. They work." The ram blushed a bit. "I mean... I didn't even know I wanted to get topped until you came along."

Bond sighed, mirroring the motion to place his paw on the sheep's bare shoulder, rubbing through the damp fleece with his thumb tenderly. "They work for me being a dom but... I don't know." He stepped away from the other male and sat down at his computer, looking at the article and image on screen.

The off-duty hero raised his brow. "Thinking about... more than just a playmate who comes around when he needs to relieve some tension?"

The muscular feline looked back at the ram incredulously, then paused. He couldn't quite argue with the point.

Wind chuckled. "Hey, I'm fine with the thing we have going on. And I'm sure there's other guys who come by. But just... seeing a guy's picture like this?"

Bond sighed, looking back at his monitor. "I wouldn't be nearly so off-kilter if the damn League would report on sidekick titles in their dispatches." He pointed at the screen, where it clearly read 'Aptitude and his sidekick' beneath the image. "Then at least I'd know-"

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"What do I call you?" The snow leopard asked, after a long moment.

Timber blinked and looked aside. "Aptimber."

"Aptimber?" Bond's brow arced inward as he took another step forward. "Oh dear, surely you didn't agree to that, it's awful." The muscular feline paused, shifting his weight to his back foot, watching the dog's body language. "How about if I just call you 'Timbre' or something... like for your lovely voice?"

"Because that's m-" The pup's eyes widened behind his mask and he froze. "I... I mean..."

The supervillain's face fell. It took Timber a moment to realize the expression. Concern. "He..." Bond turned his head back towards the unconscious dog several yards away. "He called you by your name with part of his tacked on." His long tail thrashed with irritation. "I cannot believe he'd put so little thought into what to call such a gorgeous pup... and think of the security risk? I found it out by accident!" His exposed fur was standing on end for a moment, before he took a slow breath and turned back towards the sidekick and the wall.

Timber swallowed, blushing once again. The villain had had a front up before. It was partially peeled away after Aptitude was knocked out... but this was the true man. A man concerned for a pup he'd only just met, who was meant to be on the other side of the fence. A man who thought the pup deserved more than being sidekick to a thoughtless neophyte.

Bond composed himself, his fur slowly laying back down. "I meant what I said about an imbalance... since I have stumbled upon your name it is only right that I divulge my own." The tall leopard took a careful step closer, ready to stop if he saw the slightest flinch. "Bond is what the authorities know me as, but you can call me by my name, darling." He smiled softly. "I'm Ty. It's a pleasure to meet you, Timber."

The pup felt his heart beating hard in his chest once again, but this time it wasn't confused panic mixed with a bit of flusteration. "It... I'm glad to meet you, Ty." His blush was glowing through the white fur on his cheeks, out from under the corners of his domino mask.

Ty held out a hand, open and turned partially upright. "Would it be too bold to ask if I could touch you?"

Timber quivered at the way the larger man's voice and choice of words made him feel as though he hadn't been touched in years. He ached for that contact as he stared up at Ty's face. He nodded slowly. "I... I'd like that." He said less eloquently.

Taking another step closer, the snow leopard curled his fingers and eased them to the side of Timber's face. "You are even more adorable in person than in the pictures the League was broadcasting everywhere." Ty lightly stroked the back of his fingers along the pup's cheek, trailing the knuckles and the back of his claws down to his jawline.

Still blushing deeply, Timber tilted his head to press into the contact, taking his first step forward since the imposing male had entered the room.

Ty kept his arm at the same extension, using the pup's motion to redirect his attention to the back of Timber's head, below the brim of his red ballcap. He lightly pressed, coaxing the canine even closer. "Or, perhaps I could call you 'mine', if only to avoid people overhearing us." He purred richly beneath his words.

As the pup took another step forward, rendered silent by Ty's manner for the moment, he found it harder to look up to see his face directly. The snow leopard's chest was not only broad but jutted forward enough that one of Timber's shorter stature had trouble seeing around them from too close.

The larger male eased his head a bit more forward, craning to look down at the canine as the gap closed to inches. "Might I have the privilege of kissing you?" Ty rumbled, his tail casually held out behind him as his thumb ran along the edge of Timber's cheek. The feline's chest rose and fell with his slow, deep breaths.

Timber pressed up onto his toes, flexing the soles of his new sneakers sharply as he took the initiative. He answered in action, pressing his lips to Ty's own, reaching out with his knit-wrapped arms to grasp on either side of the broad chest, just where it began to taper down towards the snow leopard's waist.

Ty's tail fluffed up as the contact was made, but he wrapped his arms around Timber, holding him firmly in place as he began to kiss in earnest. He nearly brought the pup's soles off the cement, but managed to keep himself leaned forward enough to not lift him, yet.

The pup's paws explored the contours of the suit-coated back, trailing along powerful trapezius muscles and along the shoulder blades. Timber's heart was beating hard enough that he could hear it in his ears as he passionately deepened the kiss. The young sidekick had never been treated the way that Ty was treating him, and it was as if it had awakened something inside him; an ardent, eager something.

One of the snow leopard's broad hands eased down from the snug embrace to explore in return. As he began to lightly press his tongue into Timber's mouth, Ty's palm cradled over one of the pupper's pert cheeks. The muscular feline gave a light, appraising squeeze, waiting for the reaction.

Timber's response was to curl his tongue against the leopard's own, shifting his hips and pressing into the grasp on his rump. He murmured wordlessly into the lip-lock that they shared, his voice trembling with desire.

Ty retreated his tongue as lightly as he had offered it and slowly broke the kiss, keeping the pup held snugly to his chest. His hand gave a bit more firm of a squeeze as he smiled at Timber's flushed and flustered face. "And if I were to call you mine, you could call me 'Master', my darling." His chest resonated with the low rumble as his smile belied playfulness behind his words.

The pup, who had been panting heavily since the kiss broke, shuddered so intensely that his breathing came out in a trembling stutter. Timber shifted his hips, squeezing tightly around Ty's chest as his lips pressed together so firmly that the muscles missed one another, turning his smile into a flustered squiggle. Amidst it all, he hadn't realized that he was tenting his bronze lamé trunks.

Ty, however, had felt it against his suit when the pup shifted his position. He crooned, his playful tone remaining amidst the baritone purr escaping his lips. "May I take off your trunks, darling? They seem so uncomfortable for you, and they do your adorable buns no justice at all..."

"Yes, Master." Timber panted, his body slumping a bit into the larger male's grasp as if acknowledging the sexual tension had let him release the twitchy, fidgeting energy that also fueled his blush.

The snow leopard let out a lustful growl at the word, keeping a tight hold around Timber's back and bracing the pup against his broad chest. At the same time, Ty eased his hand away from the curve of the pup's rear. He twisted his wrist lightly and dug his thumb into the waistband of the lamé trunks. Delicately, he pulled downward, feeling the clinging canine's tail bouncing off of his wrist over and over again.

Timber couldn't contain his instinct to set his short tail beating back and forth, legs trembling a bit. Despite the weakness in his legs he knew he would not fall, not with the powerful grasp around him. The pup inhaled sharply as the cool air of the abandoned building touched his newly freed arousal, releasing the lungful as a soft whine, broadcasting his need wordlessly. He shifted his hips and felt his bare tip grind along the sculpted abs atop the villainous super suit.

As Ty got the trunks low enough that he was sure he could simply let go of them, he gently bent forward, allowing the pup's sneakers to rest flat on the cement floor. Slowly he released the pressure around Timber's back, easing himself to part. He moved deliberately, making sure he was fully disentangled before standing upright again. He smiled down over his broad chest at the flustered dog before him, the mostly removed ostentatious garment drooping around the pristine white sneakers.

A shudder traveled through the sidekick's body. Across his back, his inner arms and all along his front he felt a chill, the lack of Ty's body heat that he had grown accustomed to. He panted, about to ask why the taller male had stepped away.

The answer came quickly, however. With a mere thought, Ty's suit shifted, fluidly parting open. As soon as the metamaterials had cleared his groin, the pup's eyes were locked. The muscular snow leopard's maleness was pulsing its way to hardness in the air between villain and sidekick, free to expand now that it was free from the suit. The broad-chested male rumbled low, another question striking the air. "May I... take you, dear?"

Timber hardly had thought about it before he was responding. "Please!" The pup said a bit louder than he'd intended, eyes snapping from the pulsing feline arousal to the mask that peeked over the apex of the mountainous pectorals. He blushed, repeating. "Please, Master."

"Good boy." Ty rumbled as he took a step closer, lightly lunging to get both of his hands down to Timber's hips. Grasping the bare fur there, the snow leopard stood upright again, this time fully lifting the pup right off his feet.

The needy dog reached up to grasp atop the peaks of the muscular male's deltoids, grasping there as he lifted his legs on either side of Ty's. Timber got his stocking-clad calves just above the base of the villain's luxurious tail and hooked his shod ankles together. This resulted in pressing his arousal directly into the big male's newly exposed abs, feeling the soft fur there slide along his sensitive flesh.

The powerful feline rumbled, shifting his weight forward with another step and pinned Timber between his chest and the wall. Ty's hands gently gripped and kneaded on the pair of pupper buns he had been supporting the smaller male by as he carefully lined up his arousal. With his grip he was able to adjust Timber's hips as well as his own until he found that soft, fleshy spot with the tip of his shaft.

When the wall pressed against his back, Timber let his head slump onto the top of the massive leopard's chest, the shelf of pectorals that jutted forth from the base of his neck deep enough that he didn't quite touch his cold nose to the fur on the larger male's throat. He swallowed softly, anticipating the penetration to come.

Instead, Ty gently released one hip, lifting his large hand up to take the pup's hand off his shoulder. He turned his head, kissing the back of Timber's hand tenderly, before slowly pressing the dog's wrist to the cement beside his head, his whole palm holding it in place. With a low purring rumble, he proceeded to let go of the other hip in his grasp.

Timber whined, the blush soaring right back up his cheeks and to his ears. He watched as the powerful man repeated the affectionate gesture and deliberately pinned his other wrist in turn. He was left with only his thighs squeezing on either side of the powerful torso and the angle of his hips under his own control, a fact that sent a quiver through his body.

It was then that the muscular leopard decided to thrust inward. Ty rolled his hips, keeping that hold in place as he pushed from the floor and flexed his core to press his hips towards his own chest, where Timber's head rested. The massive feline exhaled and pulled back, his weight shifting a bit towards his fingers that surrounded the pup's hands as the palm kept his wrists in place.

As a result, by the time all that weight pushed itself forward again, Timber found that he had sunk a few inches, his vision getting buried in white fur with grey rosettes. The pressure around his face and his awareness of how things had been mere moments earlier told him precisely what had happened. He was pinned to the wall and his face was trapped against the powerful chest of his newfound lover.

Ty rumbled low, peeking down to see the pup's red cap raised right off his head by the brim getting recruited into being a bare cushion between the back of Timber's skull and the cement wall behind him. The snow leopard listened for any sounds of discomfort, but there were only soft groans of bliss, muffled between his pectorals. Growling lustfully, the feline began to thrust more firmly, burying himself into the pup's pert rump with more force each time he hilted. "Already, you are precious to me, Timber..." His voice resonated, carrying the growl with it. "My adorable pup~"

Timber was overcome in this world of pressure and heat, feeling the girth of Ty's shaft stretching him out so deeply. He could feel his own arousal twitching against the repeatedly flexing abs of the powerful man, moaning as best he could with the heated mass of chest wrapped over his muzzle. He flexed his calves in time with the feline's thrusts, working to help drag his hips down over each deep dive as much as he was being pounded into the wall.

"I want to keep you, Timber..." The baritone rolled out of the feline's throat as much as it resonated directly into the dog's face through his chest. Ty could feel himself getting close to his peak. As much as he wanted to make this first time with the precious pup last... he knew there was a time limit in the form of the unconscious body laying yards away on the mattress.

As the pounding sped up again, Timber let out a quavering, open mouthed groan, forcing his head back until his lips were free of the powerful chest. There was only one thing he could think to say with his newfound freedom. "M-Master..." Almost immediately the enthusiastic shifting of the muscular leopard's weight dragged his face back down into the meaty prison. The pup's mind was full of thoughts of sinking into the tender villain, vanishing from the world to be his entirely. Such thoughts drove him right to the edge.

Ty felt Timber's body tense up and let go of his own restraint, his thrusts losing rhythm for a moment, before he hilted hard and stayed hilted. He clenched his eyes shut tight, a single word escaping his lips as he plunged over the edge: "Mine!" The muscular leopard shuddered and gasped, his whole torso hiding everything but Timber's legs from the outside world. And most importantly, he felt that he and his chosen pup both came.

As the sidekick rode out his climax, he found himself in a wonderful, warm place, pressed to by a wall of muscle. Timber could feel the tension leave the muscle groups, allowing them to soften and conform better to the pup's body. He could just barely get fresh air to breathe, but he didn't mind. The warmth blossoming inside his belly mirrored the bliss surging through the rest of him as he let his ankles loosen their grip on one another, until his calves were merely resting on Ty's hips.

Breathing deeply, the snow leopard lightly eased his hands from the wall, but kept Timber's wrists pinned to his palms with his thumbs. Ty eased the pup's arms to his sides, before he released them and dug his fingers between the cement wall and the small of the dog's back. He stood up straight once more as he stepped back from the wall. His powerful arms held the sidekick to him as the red cap tumbled to the floor to join the bronze lamé shorts.

Feeling the rush of cool air along the back of his head and over his tail and bare, well used rump, Timber knew that he had been removed from the cement wall. He slowly pressed his head up, scootching a little to get his face exposed once more. He quivered, stopping when he realized he was starting to pull himself free of Ty's arousal. He clenched down, blushing softly.

"I... I don't want to let you go." Ty admitted after a long silence.

Timber let out a dreamy sigh, as if those words were a balm to any remaining apprehension he had. "I don't want you to let go either..."

The snow leopard smiled, craning his neck down until his lips were almost to Timber's own. He planted a soft kiss there, before raising his head again. He turned to look at the rest of the room, before addressing the pup in his arms again. "And I can't just... carry you out of here like this."

The pup murmured, still awash in the warm fuzzies of his afterglow. "Why not...?"

"I... I can't let you be seen with me." Ty said softly, the look of concern from before returning. "Imagine the scandal... I wouldn't put you through all of that."

Timber's eyes widened as he remembered. This beautiful man, who treated him unlike anyone ever had... He was, at least on paper, his enemy. "What do we do...?"

"The solution is obvious." The muscular male's stomach let out a low rumble directly against the pup's still sensitive erection. "I'll secret you away, hidden while still entirely within my grasp."

The canine's blush was returning as he began to put two and two together. "You will..?"

Ty slowly opened his jaws. The pristine white rows of teeth parted to reveal a hot, warm, fleshy entry into his body. The leopard's gape kept broadening as he rested his lower jaw onto the shelf of his pecs, extending his tongue to cover up his lower row of incisors.

Timber stared for a long moment, before shifting his legs to give himself the leverage to scoot up in Ty's grasp. Once he had pressed high enough up, he plopped his blushing face right into that tongue, face passing the threshold into the supervillain's body.

The snow leopard curled his tongue against his dear pup's throat, using that motion to work the rest of the dog's head all the way out of sight into his jaws. He carefully adjusted his grip, bringing his hands back down to Timber's hips, squeezing as he pulled him up towards his mouth with his first swallow.

Within the snug esophagus, the sidekick nuzzled into the clenching, rippling muscles with a soft whine. Timber could feel his tail distantly wagging once more as the warmth he'd grown so attached to sought to now properly envelop him rather than just pin him in place.

Carefully, Ty worked his jaws over the much smaller man's shoulders, easing them first into his cheeks, then back to be taken by the contractions of his throat. The massive male couldn't help but smile as he felt the affectionate movements within his neck, shifting his grip to grasp under the pup's thighs.

Timber's ears were filled with the deep, resonant purring of the powerful man consuming him. Amidst it the bass lub-dub of his heart passed by the pup's head as he sank deeper. Despite how sharp the leopard's teeth had appeared, he could not feel them press hard enough to even nick his tank top, let alone do the canine any harm. He wondered how much practice Ty had with swallowing men whole. These thoughts distracted him from the fact that the reaching tongue was crossing his waist until it scooped up under his still overstimulated erection, too soon after his climax.

With the closest thing to villainy since he let his persona drop, the hungry feline growled with lust. Ty curled and dragged his tongue along Timber's spent arousal, getting it cleaned of every drop. He savored the most direct taste of the pup since that annoying tank top had gotten in the way, the corner of his mouth curling at the fidgety squirms he was getting.

Whining muffledly, Timber curled his toes within his sneakers and kicked his lower legs a bit from the overstimulation. "M-Master!" He called out within the sound-absorbing mass of the other male's body. He blushed deeply as the skilled tongue delved behind his sac to clean up a bit of the spillover under his tail. The pup panted deep within the leopard's chest, his tail having never stopped its compulsive wagging.

Ty adjusted his grip back up to those curvaceous buns, giving them another grope with a soft groan of indulgence. He held this for a long moment, before remembering the time table. He pressed firmly on Timber's cheeks, swallowing powerfully until his hips had fully passed over the snow leopard's tongue. He daintily extracted his large hands from inside his own jaws and brought them down to gently grasp the pup's wiggling legs below the knee, pinning them together.

Down within, the smaller male's head pressed through the warm valve that was his predator's cardia. The warm, open space below welcomed Timber with a low, gastric rumble. His snout found one of the wrinkled, pillowy walls with an inquisitive twist and he prepared to tuck and curl as he entered.

Swallow after swallow dragged Timber deeper, pressing his shoulders through the snug entrance to the stomach. The walls stretched easily, accepting more and more of the pup as the throat above contracted and pressed him deeper.

Ty finally shifted his grip to the pair of sneakers, pressing his palms onto their soles. With a firm swallow, he pressed the pristine white shoes past his teeth. He extracted his hands and gulped again, lowering his fingers to the distention that had obliterated the definition of his abs. He felt the lightly squirming form of the pup beneath his pads, trailing his touch as he swallowed twice more to make sure he got all of Timber tucked away.

The pup bent his knees, helping to drag his legs all the way down as he lay on his back within the supportive, elastic organ. Once his feet were through, Timber carefully shifted and pressed, working to get himself a bit more upright.

Feeling this movement both with his stomach and his fingertips, Ty did his best to help arrange the pup inside upright. "Oooh.... Mine." The snow leopard let out a sigh, smiling dreamily as he felt Timber getting settled into a comfortable position, until the pressing and shifting inside was mostly prodding back at his larger hands through the stretched flesh. "Things are going to get a little tight... just relax."

Timber continued to press, smiling dopily as he made a little game out of countering the rubs from outside. He perked as what the muscular male was saying registered, and he let his arms sink down to his sides. "Yes, Master." He called out, to be sure that his predator knew he'd heard.

"Good boy. I can loosen things up once we're out of sight..." Ty rumbled affectionately, before his voice dropped into a playful growl. "Or they can stay tight if you like that. Up to you, cutie."

"I understand, Master..." Timber said, blushing deeply. The flustered squiggle had reappeared on his muzzle as he awaited the walls to come pressing in on him.

Ty flexed his abs, compressing his insides tightly. Beneath his roaming fingers, the shape of a pup was bundled tighter, made less blatant by getting balled up by the powerful muscles.

The pup let out a soft yip of surprise at just how tight everything got. He was snugly pinned into a fetal position, but not uncomfortably so. Timber quivered, all his flustered feelings telling him to wriggle, if only a little, but the pillowy walls held him immobile, only able to let out a soft, bashful whine.

Ty spread his arms and closed his eyes. As he focused, his suit changed yet again. The metamaterials shifted, no longer clinging to his musculature, taking on the appearance of knit fabric. The filigrees of silver and turned into logos as the whole suit took on the likeness of a hoodie and sweat pants. The purple parts of his suit trailed down to form stripes on what the metamaterials produced to pass as running shoes. At the same time, his mask shifted, peeling away from his eyelids and growing more rigid. By the time the snow leopard had opened his eyes, the look was completed with a pair of dark-rimmed glasses.

The hang of the hoodie not only hid Timber's bulge, but obscured his frame to the point where he looked simply like a large, overweight cat out for a walk. Ty purred, before turning to look down at something that cought the corner of his eye. The bronze lamé trunks and bright red cap were sitting there where they'd fallen. "Sorry, but I gotta bend down real quick..." He muttered to his passenger.

Timber let out a muffled groan as he felt the torso around him curve, squeezing him just that bit much tighter. If possible, his tail would be a blur of motion, but it was as immobile as the rest of his compressed body.

Ty picked up the two discarded garments and tucked them into the pouch pocket of the hoodie. He gave the sleeping hero a look, still wrapped in the lamé of his ostentatious cape turned straight jacket and most importantly: still unconscious. The snow leopard carefully made sure that he was slouching to further hide his stature, starting to walk out of the building. He grasped the door's lever handle and opened it, walking out into the stairwell, letting it close on its own behind him so that his length of tail wouldn't get caught.

Moments after the end of the fluffy limb passed the threshold, the metal door clanged into the metal frame.

Aptitude jolted awake, looking around. "Huzza-wha...? Hello?" He struggled against the bindings, rolling onto his back on the mattress.

Down on the street outside the abandoned building, an unassuming hefty snow leopard whistled nonchalantly, on a walk towards home.

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At League Dispatch, the bear was still quite annoyed that the surveillance drone he had sent to the meeting had gone offline abruptly shortly after Aptitude and his sidekick arrived at the scene. The ursine was about to requisition another to replace it when the hero's comm came alive.

He listened to Aptitude over his headset, but left himself muted. "Well, he called for help quick."

"He either got taken out immediately or is surprisingly humble for someone who accepted that invite." The horse chuckled, filing his blunt, hoof-like fingernails.

The bear didn't respond at first, still listening to his headset. He groaned. "He's all tied up and he can't find his sidekick anywhere."

Straightening his own headset, the horse set down his file and pressed unmute. "I'm sure he's still in the building. Probably knocked out somewhere you can't see him. Just relax and wait for help to arrive." He muted himself and rubbed his temple. "Ugh... Newbies. I'll just mark his sidekick down as MIA unless something changes.

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Ty was laying on his bed, suit once again an orb sitting within his closet. The muscular snow leopard stroked along his stomach tenderly, smiling warmly. Within, the form of Timber could be seen shifting and pressing back against his strokes as best as he could. Of all of the playmates he had connected with on the battlefield, this was the first who knew his name, and whose name he had learned.

Timber panted heavily under the layers of powerful muscles pressing down on him. It wasn't as tight as when they had been sneaking away, but it was still difficult to squirm and press. And it definitely felt wonderful to feel how much resistance Ty's body had to him doing anything remotely resembling an escape attempt.

"I knew that I wanted you the first moment I saw your face, Timber." The snow leopard rumbled softly, scooping under his belly with one hand to grope at the contained pup's rump through his own flesh. "I'm so happy that you wanted to be mine..."

Blushing deeply, the former sidekick squirmed in place, pressing his hands forward as best as he could. "I... No one's ever treated me like this, Master..." He replied dreamily.

Using his thumb to add another tease between his new pup's thighs, Ty kissed the spot he knew Timber's head was beneath his fur. "This is only the beginning..." He crooned, sliding both paws to press on each of the dog's knees to spread his legs, before giving a dominant clench of his abdominals. "Though I'm known for my ability with restraints... I must say my body is the best bondage of all."

Timber moaned out blissfully as he was spread wide open and pinned into place, helpless to avoid the oncoming touch that was sure to follow. Indeed, when he felt the feline's large hands stroking over his erection, the pup groaned out the only word he could think to say. "Master..."

The snow leopard rumbled as he danced his skilled fingertips along his pup's erogenous zones through his stomach, his own arousal remaining untouched and pulsing against one of his powerful thighs. Ty ground his thumb into the crease between Timber's hidden buns as his other hand grasped along the elongated protrusion at the crux of his thighs, squeezing. "It'll be a while before I set you free of these bonds..."

His treatment had the intended result. Ty could feel his immobilized prey quivering as he reached climax once again. The pup had surely lost count by now, but the snow leopard savored each and every tremble he elicited from Timber. The muscular male's voice resonated through his stomach, all around his bound pet. "My adorable pup... All mine..." Purrs intertwined with blissful whines as the supervillain welcomed his prey home to his lair.