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I'm destined to become another story someone tells about walking past an RV and hearing Hunter reduce a grown fur to horrendous noise followed by pitiful begging.

My hands now cuffed behind my back, Hunter's clamped my muzzle shut again, bond it with the leash, and proceeded to demonstrate how what he just did between my hips and stomach create the same kind of pain in all sorts of other places on my chest, back and neck. I know what he wants; it's the same thing I want: me trying to hold the noise in and endure it. I fail in under five seconds every time, and I can't open my mouth to let it out, so it hits my teeth and it's like it back-fills my throat and goes back down inside me. My rapid breath only just compensates. My head's light. Excruciating pain never felt so good.

I deserve it all. For everything I ever did. It's like Hunter knows it.

'Goddamn, you can take it, snow boy,' Hunter says. 'Mmmm-hmmm!'

I hear the click and the cuffs are off. He lets me put my hands on his shoulders, listening to me begging for a rest that I hope he doesn't give me, although the relief in my own shoulders at being stretched out reminds me of times I've been in real cuffs. It's kind of good this time.

'Arms up and stretch back,' Hunter says, easing me down onto my back again and re-cuffing me to the end of the bed. He loosens the leash and gives me a few breaths through my open mouth before taking the choke-loop between his fingers instead of clipping the lead and gently tightening it to just below a slight choke, as if warming me up again. He leans down over my chest and puts his hands on both sides, pressing his weight down. I realise he's doing to me what he warned me never to do to him.

Interesting. He's heavier than he looks too. It's a pretty good crush. When he eases it off I realise he's stopped because of me.

'Time for this?' he picks up my inhaler.

'Yeah, maybe I'd better,' I say, realising his release doesn't feel like much of a release.

'Catch your breath,' he says, unclipping the collar by its safety clasp.

My neck feels strange. That sensation of something absent. I'm suddenly wondering if this is what phantom limb syndrome feels like for someone who's lost one. I feel like I've got a phantom neck despite how mine's a little tight right now. Hunter's holding my inhaler to my mouth.

'Okay snow boy, one, two, three, deep breath in.' He squeezes the trigger, then counts to ten with me while I hold. Thankfully, I manage it without staying out of breath for too long afterwards.

'How do you know how to do that?' I say. 'Combat first aid?'

'Nobody with asthma can join,' Hunter said. 'My little brother had it. I was one of the helpful older kids in the family once. Let's do the second one. One, two, three, breathe in.'

This time I feel relief. The pressure inside my chest's eased off. 'Real brother or step?'

'Step. And you know what I saw him do once? The same thing I know you are: trying not to take your meds so it makes you believe you don't have the condition anymore.'

'That's not what I'm doing.'

'Sure it isn't,' Hunter says. 'I get it. Nobody wants to have health issues. But Alex, really, I think you should see a doctor.'

'Too risky, even if that fake licence and social security probably would stand up.'

'Mmm-hmm. Thought so.' He's still got my inhaler in his hand and holds it up. 'So how do you keep getting these if you haven't been to a doctor in years?'

Oh great. I've realise getting told off and interrogated is part of the act but I still feel stupid. 'Rico gets it for me. I don't ask how.'

'Right. So you're taking stuff that's not been prescribed for you, IE you've probably got the wrong thing.'

'It works. You just saw the proof.'

'You still need proper medical advice, ounce-boy. Trust someone who tried to refuse it enough times himself because he thought he was such a fucking hero. We'll sort that out later though. For now I want more sex. You good?'

'I've still got that literally hot butt plug up my ass. Yeah, I'm good.'

'Oh yeah, let's go back to ice for a bit.' Hunter takes hold of the ring and tugs slightly, getting a deep and satisfied purr out of my newly relaxed lungs. 'You clenched that tight while I was gouging your pressure points,' he says. 'Relax, snep. Knees up and let's put your feet up here again.' He shows me where to put my soles on his chest and then rubs that point from earlier again until I'm relaxed and a little limp. He takes the plug out, puts the ice one back in and enjoys my gasp.

'Alright, snep. I'm too hot right now.' Hunter pulls his t-shirt off, then his sneakers and socks, then his shorts, showing me his bulge and wet Hilfiger pants. I'm back to being hard just looking at that, then I realise how cut he really is up close. He's heavily built for an ermine but his stomach is a little outwards like a raccoon, only I'm sure it's muscle build up behind the slight fat layer. His abs stand out, there's a slight hump of core muscle just below his sternum. His thin tail between his legs tickles my stomach as he spider-crawls over me, taking his pants off as he does it in a way I'm amazed he can do with such dexterity in a tight space. He ends up with his knees either side of my chest, his hard cock standing proud right above my chin.

'My God you're cut,' I say. 'I want my hands back so I can put them on you.'

'Not yet. Open your mouth first.'

Rather than put his dick straight in he rubs around my teeth with the tips of his fingers.

'Yeah,' Hunter says. 'I want a nip on my tip from those.' He puts his tip inside my mouth, my bottom teeth tickling the underneath of his head. 'Close on that. Give me the nip. Mmmm, yeah.'

A dribble of pre-come runs onto my tongue. I like the saltiness of it, and the feel of Hunter's dickhole on the tip of my tongue. He arches up and sighs as I lick there, biting down just a little every time and sinking my teeth into the soft skin.

'Yeah!' Hunter says. 'Suck it, snow boy.' He goes in deeper and now I get press his whole head and half his shaft against the roof of my mouth and suck. His lungs are impressive, expanding his chest to nearly double size with every satisfied breath. His butt and stomach tense up as his spine arches. 'Yeah, that's it! You're good, spot-boy. Keep doing that.' He leans over to un-cuff my hands, the shift inside my mouth almost triggering my gag reflex as the forward motion pushes him right inside, but he's fully in and I'm not choking on him or retching. I place my newly free hands on his butt, not quite sure if he's put them there or if I naturally want to go there.

What's really made me hard myself is Hunter's hand on the back of my head as I suck harder on him, breathing only though my nose onto his crotch and getting the musky scent of the sweat that's on the fur around his balls. I slide slowly back and forth, taking his head back to my teeth and then in again, with him rubbing between my ears and down my neck with his claws. I clench harder onto his butt, taking handfuls of his muscle and moving my hands in towards his crack. He's so clenched up himself it's like he's denying me access, to I settle for getting under his tail and rubbing the bone. For a thin tail it's surprisingly well attached to him.

He takes himself out of my mouth, still holding my head, and cleans his dick off using the underneath of my chin, tilting my head back and scratching the sweet spot right under my ears while he does it. He's breathing harder, like he's getting ready to come. He scuttles back to my legs and butt and takes my feet in his mouth again. He huffs from one of my sneakers while his other hand gets a condom wrapper open in an obviously practiced motion. He puts it on with his nose still in my sneaker, holding it in his mouth by the laces, arching up and letting out a groan so good I almost think he's come already, but he's back in action, pulling the ice plug out of me with a wet pop and sliding himself in instead.

Whatever's on that protection he's chose, it tickles, then warms me up, then there's a sliding feeling inside me deeper than the plug went. With my feet on his shoulders, Hunter lifts my back off the bed slightly, getting deeper into me.

I'm panting hard and purring deeply at all once. Hunter bits my tail. I yeowl. He keeps it in his mouth for a few thrusts and then lets it drop. 'Yeah, Snowball! Take it, bitch! Take it! Say my name, bitch!'

'Hunter! Give it to me Hunter!'

He takes hold of my tip in his right hand and the rest of my shaft in his left, my legs inside his arms, pushing my feet tight against his neck. 'Come, ounce-boy! Squirt that load at me!'

'I'm trying! I can't come, Hunter! Why can't I come?' I've never felt a block like this before. It's almost like my first time playing with myself where I tried not to squirt, not really knowing what it was, and somehow I just held on for ages.

'Because I'm squeezing your dick to tight for you to do it, asshole!' Hunter thrusts into me hard, and again harder. 'Like it?'

'Oh my God...what is this?'

'I'm not letting you come, snow pants, that's what it is! You want that release? Beg.'

'Let me come, Hunter! Let me go and let me come on you!'

'One, two, three, come snow boy!'

He lets the pressure go and I squirt hard, shooting all the way up to his chest and stomach. Even though he's wrapped up inside me I can still feel him come right after I do. He lifts me up even further when he does it, getting even deeper into me. I'm sure his tip's poking right up to my prostate, because even though I've come already there's a trigger feeling that keeps me going even harder, this time squirting onto Hunter's neck and chin - a second go in less than five seconds rest after the first.

I can do that? I've never known about it until now?

'Oh boy!' Hunter says, still panting hard. 'That trick works on you!'

I can't confirm with my voice. I'm too busy dealing with my own disbelief.

'Stay there!' I manage as I'm sure Hunter's about to exit me. 'Oh God stay there!'

'Yeah?' Hunter says, sweat dripping off him as he wipes his forehead, then his chin and slickens it down himself. 'Just remember your feet have been up here for a while now and there's a lot of blood already rushed to your head.'

'Oh yeah.

'Let's not have you pass out. Down we go.' He takes himself out of me and lowers my feet down. A heavy sensation flows from my head into the rest of me. My feet have been asleep. The blood flowing back into them makes them feel like they're expanding with it. I flex them. Hunter likes it and helps me do it, then takes hold of my right ankle gently and rubs his still hard dick on my sole, cleaning it off. Same on my left.

'I'd mark my territory,' he says, picking up one of my sneakers as if he's going to rub come on the inside of that too. 'But these are just too nice. I've got to get me a pair of these.'

'Mmmm,' I say. 'That's hot. Mark them up, ermine-boy. Let me know you've been there.'

'Yeah?' Hunter says, his eyes dancing with pleasure. 'Okay, you got it.' He rubs inside the padding at the top of the hole and then puts himself right inside, tickling his tip against the underneath of the tongue. It's a hypnotic ritual to him. He savours it before doing the other one. Afterwards he sniffs both and nods his approval. 'Mmmm.' He goes back to rubbing my feet again, then my legs, then my butt.

'You know Alex, I really like you. There's something about your whole body that just does it for me.'

'Yeah? What do you think it is?'

'I dunno. Why ruin the magic figuring it out? I've never dommed a cat before though. That snep officer, I subbed for him even though it's not what I naturally do. I'd totally sub for you though. I wanna beg for those feet. Seriously, that was no act. Whatever they actually smell like, I'm a fucking slave to it. I've not had a feeling like that since...well...yeah, since a memory I kinda like.'

'Gonna share?'

'Maybe later.' Hunter picks my sneakers up and rather than huff then again his way of acknowledging there may be too much of a good thing is to put them back on my feet and tie them up.

I'm naked except for my sneakers. I laugh at what a dumbass I surely look. I end up coughing for a moment, finding that all this exercising my lungs with deep breaths has loosened up what's probably at least a month's worth of weed related crap inside them. Hunter doesn't seem concerned though.

'Maybe smoke the ice bong more often than the hot joint?' he says.

'You wanna do one?' I say. 'Break Rico's new trailer in with a bit of natural air freshener?'

'Yeah, good idea,' Hunter says. 'Lie down and take a nap for a few minutes, I'll go get a clean-up towel and a bucket of ice. Then I wanna see you wear those PJ's. Let's smoke my weed; I've got some mellow pineapple strand that won't send us to sleep straight away.' He gets it out of his bag along with a box containing a clear glass bong with a blue tint.

'So that was the blue light,' I say. 'How did you make it glow?'

'Oh,' Hunter says. 'No, that wasn't it. Damn, we never got to that. I got too excited by needing to fuck.' He takes out a dildo that's longer than you could possibly get inside most buttholes and switches a light on so it shines bright blue. 'That was the blue light.' The thing has jagged edges that slowly smooth out with a slight humming noise. It's a rippling effect. I can't even imagine what that would do inside someone. 'It's called a dragon dildo,' Hunter says. 'You can set it to ice or fire, just like the two plugs except this one goes to more extremes. I've had guys come completely hands off with that up their ass. They sure roared like dragons too.'

Forgot my ass. He's done this on purpose. He probably does it every time. A great session, then the promise of better next time.

'Forget the towel,' I say, getting myself up and sitting on the edge of the bunk. 'I'm going for a proper shower. This RV has a good one and there's room for two people. You coming?'