[com] Tobias' Tiger Toy Part 2
"Kitten!?" Called out the sore, aching tiger, locked up in chastity. He had found himself in bed, panicking after he found the small metal cage secured over his crotch, proving that his 'nightmare' about being raped by the abrasive, yet admittedly-studly lion he had met just the night before. Whoever Tobias truly was, it would now be much more difficult to simply try to forget the thick, hot load the lion had left in him the night before, and to never see him again. To move on. It wasn't exactly a scarring experience - a non-consensual one, yes. And discomforting for sure, but in the back of his mind, where he found words he would never speak aloud, he indeed enjoyed parts of last night.
However, that certainly didn't justify the cock-cage he was constricted to in his current state and time. Thaylen still felt his heart thumping away, as if enunciating his own fears to himself. Finally free of his paralysing realisation, he grabbed his phone and rapidly tapped away a message.
"I'm not your kitten you sicko! You already know where I live, so if I don't hear the key to this stupid cage dropping through the letter box in less than an hour, I'm calling the cops. Please stop this, you've had your fun."
He waited pensively, anxiously to see the lion's reply. Then he waited some more. Then, ten minutes later, he tried to distract himself with his usual routine of getting up, having a shower, and getting breakfast. Halfway through his cereal though, he almost jumped at the phone when he saw it vibrate.
"Sure thing kitten. Unlike you, though, you don't know my name, where I live - hell, I'd be surprised if you remember what I looked like. So unless the cops take descriptions of what my dick felt like hilted in your cute ass, go for it, but that will be a sure-fire reason for me to leak all those lovely pictures you posed for last night. Maybe if you impress me during your training, I'll consider releasing you. Get back to me within the hour, or you'll never see that key you're so desperate for."
The tiger growled and tightened his grip around his spoon, thudding his fist down into the table with fluster and frustration alike. The lion had turned the tables against him entirely, and with such ease. His anxiety rose while imagining seeing his nudes all over social media. He wouldn't be able to show his face anywhere, lest he do so with it being beet-red. Even then, he doubted it would make much difference.
The next thirty minutes or so were spent with tormenting tension, torn between all kinds of possibilities to try and get his own back against the cocky, dominant lion. What choice did he have, in the end? Even while it now annoyed him, Thaylen could not deny his attraction towards the handsome male, and the lion wasn't the only one who had gone through a dry spell. Thaylen had wanted exactly what the lion had given last night - perhaps not under those exact circumstances - and definitely not with the addition of a chastity cage, but if he had to go back to the lion and indulge him further to get the cage off, maybe he could get away then. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Only an hour later, Thaylen found himself walking to the address Tobias gave him after agreeing to meet him again. He climbed the few steps out front and knocked on the heavy door. Before he knew it, a large, familiar hand grasped his shoulder from behind in a firm, controlling grip as Tobias waltzed up behind him, purposefully scaring the poor tiger so he could chuckle further at his supposed misfortune. "I see you're alone and all to myself. Just had to make sure, you see. Come in my pet." He said, leaning forward and opening the door with his other hand while his first still rested on Thaylen's shoulder.
The house was typical enough, nothing particularly special as he led Thaylen to the living room, looking like any other living room would with a sofa, chairs, a table in the middle of the room, TV in the corner etc. "Something you should know. Once you walk past those doors, you're no longer a person." Stated the lion as he then shoved the fellow feline to the floor before he sat himself down. "You're mine. And anything of mine doesn't wear clothes, and doesn't walk unless it's on all fours. Understood?" He stated flatly, his dark and blood-red features only amplifying his point. "If you're not naked by the time I get back from pouring myself a glass of wine..." He began, procuring the key from the coffee table beside him and showing it off. "...I'll make you eat this."
With nothing left to prove, the lion casually, smugly walked towards the back of the house, through the living room door and into the kitchen. Thaylen was in a slight panic, knowing how quickly he'd be finished. With no time to think, he already found himself obeying, and by the time the lion returned with a glass of red wine, Thaylen was naked and on all fours, his head bowed to the floor submissively. "That's much better... That's the sexy little pussy cat I know and fucked."
Thaylen shuffled with discomfort, a disheartening grumble came from him, but he had little time to protest before the flash of furry pink stood out to the tiger, emanating from the handcuffs which were promptly wrapped around one wrist and clicked into place, followed by the other, his hands now restrained behind his back. The tiger looked up in confusion, now realising the fellow male had retrieved more than just wine with a collar and leash now in the lion's hands, along with an open box beside him.
"W - what are you going to do with all this?" Thaylen asked nervously.
"That depends entirely on you." The lion replied softly, with no hint of malice in his voice. He had found an eerie, unsettling calm as he moved the collar to place around Thaylen's neck. The smaller male gulped, but seeing how gingerly the lion's meaty paws wrapped the collar around his neck, he nervously accepted , curious to suddenly see the lion's soft side. After last night's rough treatment, after the threatening texts, it was surely the last thing he expected.
"Good boy." Tobias purred in his deep voice, a paw gently stroking over his cheek, while he lifted one bare foot and rubbed over the cold metal cage, making the tiger blush, followed by a shiver. "I can tell you want that cage off badly, don't you boy, but wild animals need to be caged for their own good - until they're tamed of course. I don't think you're tame yet, are you." He asked rhetorically. "You're in luck, however. No one tames bitches better than me." Commented the male, with no lack of sheer pride in his tone.
Tobias then casually shuffled out of his clothes, feeling no hint of shyness as he exposed his fuzzy self to the tiger. In fact, Tobias seemed to enjoy showing off his toned, larger body, though he didn't dawdle on the topic. The previous gentle approach was quickly squandered with one firm, hard tug on the tiger's leash, pulling him forwards and making his head fall straight into Tobias' naked lap before a hand gripped the back of his head, pushing him right against the lion's crotch. No words were exchanged; none were needed for Thaylen to know what came next. Tobias turned on the TV, then grabbed his glass of wine, taking a few sips now and again while casually forcing the tiger's lips around his blackened sheath.
Thaylen tentatively tickled the pink tip of Tobias' barbed rod, letting out an uncertain little whimper which was quickly met with another comforting, reassuring stroke through the tiger's brown hair, for the lion to nudge the tiger further down, so that his lips engulfed even Tobias' sheath while his pink prick grew inside the wet, welcoming confines of Thaylen's hot maw. The more he got into it, the more he found himself craving the taste of Tobias' cockmeat, to feel his tongue lathered with creamy lion cum. He hardly even realised that he had willingly started bobbing his head back and forth, his slick tongue sliding over the thick length that he fervently wished to fill his maw, quickly doing so when Tobias became fully-erect for his toy to serve and pleasure, already forgetting his own meaningless wants and needs, his unnecessary pleasures. They would be found in serving someone greater than himself, he realised.
He could already feel his new Master tensing a little, letting out a grunt after another sip of wine. "Fuck... You're sure an easy slut to break in. Maybe I didn't even need to drug you in the first place. Here, get a taste of the other side." He ordered, quickly shuffling to a new position where he could stick his ass out into the open air, soon occupied by the tiger's face with another sharp tug at his leash. Hungrily slurping and groaning away with an enamoured need, the sweaty, tight asshole felt great to lavish with constant strokes of the tiger's tongue, coating it in a generous amount of saliva while Tobias impatiently gripped his leaky cock and began pumping it with a furious need to climax.
Hardly a minute later, the growing tension of pleasure reached breaking point for the gruff lion, feeling that skilful tongue professionally rimming his asshole with the same intense need that Tobias felt to cum, and so he did. Pulling the tiger's snout right against the heavy, musty ballsack of the lion, Tobias eagerly unloaded its contents all over the slut's face, painting him white with each hard jet of cum spilling from the male's tip, leaving Thaylen coated in cum, and a good load in his maw to enjoy the taste and swallow down.
"Ngh... Looks like we both got what we wanted, faggot." Huffed the lion, who sank back into his seat and gulped down the last of his wine. "Hope you don't mind staying over... You're not going anywhere for the next couple of days."