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"On your knees, mutt." Luke obeyed. It seemed unconscious. Ashvik pushed Luke's face down by his scruff, reached under the table and produced ropes. He tied the wolf's arms behind his back. All Luke could do was pant heavily as his cock dribbled onto the floor. All Adrian could do was watch mesmerized as the panther pulled out a wooden paddle. The horny bat had had plenty of kinky sex before. This though...this was a new level for him.

"Now. How many of my rules have you broken, Luke?"

The wolf panted, swallowed. "I...I don't...know..." Ashvik lifted the wolf's tail, exposing his tender white ass, then delicately brushed the paddle against the fur.

"Yes Luke, you do know. How many rules?"

"Th-three?"

SLAP! Adrian winced at the sharp sound, blinking and trying to remember when the cougar even moved. The wolf released a yowl that died to a whimper.

"Incorrect," The panther spun the hefty paddle in one paw like a baton. "Try again."

"Four!" SLAP! The wolf clenched his teeth. "Four Sir! Four rules sir."

"That is correct. Good boy." Ashvik caressed the wolf's cheeks with the silky back of his paw. His ass was already turning visibly red, even through the fur. Luke whimpered again. "Recite."

"I broke rule number 2: never disobey a direct order."

"Good. How many hits is that?"

Adrian noticed the wolf's shoulders and back tense under his tank. "Ten, Sir."

"Correct." Ashvik seemed to notice too. He rested the end of the paddle lightly on the small of the wolf's back and slowly dragged it up. "Next infraction."

"I broke rule number 13: I ate your food without permission." The flat end of the paddle had reached the base of Luke's neck. Ashvik pressed in.

"Yes. Yes, you did."

"That's fifteen hits, Sir," said Luke through clenched teeth.

"Mmhmm. Next."

"I...I broke rule 10: I failed to re-establish a safe signal with the..."

"You what?" growled the panther, hackles rising in anger. He pressed the wooden board into the back of the wolf's skull. Luke whimpered, wincing his eyes shut. Ashvik looked at Adrian who was staring wide eyed at the ritual. "Is that true, Adrian?"

Adrian was stunned for a second, then nodded. "Yeah. He kinda jus' teased me an' went for it." Luke shot him a look of mixed fury and desperation. Adrian wondered if squealing was a good idea. This guy was being punished plenty. Then remembered how the wolf treated him earlier so...

"I didn't know about this infraction. How much of a mangy beast are you?" He said this surprisingly coolly. "At least you confessed first. The count?"

Luke gulped. "Th...thirty hits. S...sir."

"For your honesty, twenty-five. Go on."

"I...I fucked a slave without your permission. Rule 5"

"Correct." Adrian's ears twitched at that word: slave. Uh oh. No, I didn't sign up for that much. Maybe this crazy cat wasn't as justice centered as he wanted to appear.

"10 hits," muttered the wolf. Ashvik nodded. "I woke you before 10AM. Rule 16."

"Indeed."

"5 hits."

"Were you keeping track, dog?" Ashvik tapped the wolf's head several times. Adrian saw a flicker of uncertainty in Luke's eyes.

"Ye...yes sir."

"Total, then?"

"Seventy?"

"Hmmm...My count is sixty-five, but, if you think you deserve more..."

"No! No I...!"

WAP! The wolf yelped and cried from the sudden strike. Ashvik tapped a claw against the paddle. "Interrupting."

"I'm sorry sir. Five more hits."

"Good boy. Now, start counting." The panther gripped the fluffy tail and raised his ass higher.

SLAP! "One sir!" Luke grunted. SLAP! "Two sir!" WHAP! "Three!"

And so it went. Adrian was transfixed by the way the panther moved. Each motion looked exactly like the last. If he blinked right, it didn't look like his arm moved at all. Ashvik's muscles glided and flexed back and forth with each heavy swing.

Adrian shifted his gaze to Luke again at the 30-hit mark. His eyes were teared up. Every few blows he would wince, moan or whimper. A wild bitch put in his place. It was surreal that the same man seemed like such a domineering beast only minutes ago. Now his face was shoved into a puddle of his own spittle and tears as the true master turned his wolf ass redder and redder. Adrian did notice the wolf's cock still leaking a little, maybe at a quarter erect. He raised an eyebrow, wondering just how much of this was real and how much was kinky play.

Luke's now feeble voice said seventy, and Ashvik indeed went for the full amount. He made the last five hits count, hefting the paddle higher and propelling it full force.

"71...72...AH 73...74 *gasp*...75 Sir." Ashvik dropped the wolf's tail. Luke's legs collapsed and his hips dropped limply. His cock twitched. The panther looked down on his work, panting beneath him, red as a cherry. He stalked around the table and knelt. He lifted the wolf's muzzle in his paw.

"Have you learned your lesson, pup?" Luke nodded weakly. "Hmmm? Couldn't hear that."

"Yes...Sir."

"Good. I'll let you sit with it for a while." Ashvik fished under the table for something. He produced a butt plug, blindfold and ball gag. He plopped the gag into the wolf's maw and buckled it. He stood and worked the plug in too with some muffled whimpers from Luke. He then pulled the wolf up by his bound arms to stand. Moments later, the wolf was tied down to a chair beside the couch, blindfolded and completely naked.

Ashvik sighed, hands on his hips.

Adrian cleared his throat. "Hey thanks for that, man. That guy was really doing a number on my voice box." Adrian squeaked a laugh. Ashvik didn't even look at him. He instead plucked the remote from the end table and flicked the TV on. "Uh...my dude. I'm still tied up here. Are you gonna...give me a break?" Adrian felt that weird sense of not even being there as the panther flipped through channels, ignoring him. Was he astral projecting or some shit? He'd been on some weird acid trips but this couldn't be one. His LSD plug was out of town. "Hey earth to Ash, you reading me?"

The panther apparently found the channel he wanted. Some true crime show was just starting up. He plucked a piece of bacon off the plate Luke abandoned and bit off half. As he chewed, his massive arm suddenly moved towards Adrian's head. The bat squeaked in terror and flinched, shutting his eyes. Nothing connected. Instead, Adrian heard an unclipping sound. He felt his whole torso get lifted off the couch by the cuffs on his wrists.

"Woah! Woah! Hold up!" Eyes open now, he watched the panther sit where Adrian's back was a moment ago. Adrian was draped over Ashvik's lap and latched back in place like a furry seat belt. The panther went right on eating and watching his show. Adrian was at a complete loss. What is this psycho doing?

The position was slightly more comfortable. Adrian's head now rested on Ashvik's right thigh. Surprisingly soft considering how much muscle he felt underneath. His back was lifted up by the panther's other thigh, leaving his shoulders to dip into the space between. Adrian felt that bulge press against his shoulder, not erect but definitely warm. Christ. Psycho risk aside, if he wasn't tied down, Adrian would be worshiping that thing.

Ashvik munched bacon and watched the show intently. It was as if he'd completely forgotten he had two other people tied up in his living room. The smell was driving Adrian's empty stomach crazy.

Adrian finally worked up the courage to clear his throat. "Heeey, Ash? Any chance I could have some of that? I'm starving down here." After what must have been about ten minutes since Adrian was laid over his lap, Ashvik spared him a look. He made a gesture with his hand: his index and pinky extended; the rest tucked. It clicked. Adrian remembered that was the safe sign from last night. Ashvik returned his gaze to the TV and brought his paw to Adrian's mouth. "What are you HURK!"

Two fingers pushed into the bat's mouth, rubbing his tongue. He tasted the salty bacon grease on them. Adrian was too stunned to do anything for several moments. The panther's slick fingers messed with the bat's maw, pinching his tongue between two fingers, stroking the roof of his mouth, clamping either side of his bottom row of teeth. Ashvik's expression was completely neutral, only occasionally raising his eyebrows when the show's commentary mentioned something interesting. Adrian made strange, muffled noises around the paw. He knew this was a push for him to submit. Adrian wasn't really in the mood. He was past it. He was done. He wanted out of the restraints, out of the apartment, out of whatever neighborhood this was, back to his nice familiar Waffle House with its cheap shitty munchie-satisfying breakfast menu.

Just as his stomach groaned at the thought, the panther's thumb and index pinched hard on his tongue. He let out a yip and tried to say "WHAT?" but it came out as "Wub?" The panther only pinched harder. Adrian got the message. He started to suckle on the fingers, welcoming the touch. FIIIINE! I can play along for a bit but soon ooOOH...

Ashvik's other hand had snuck across Adrian's chest, stroking the bat's fur. Now, he'd worked a finger into the bat's fluff and the dull edge of a claw had found his nipple. Dear god. Adrian's greatest weakness in the world was tweaking. Any and all resistance melted when they were even lightly stimulated. Waves of erogenous aches started with the gentle sensation. Those aches then emanated out everywhere. Every muscle awash with erotic soreness, eyes rolling back, his cock filling with heat. In fewer words, his nipples were pure sex buttons.

The bastard panther was twirling the barest tip of his finger around one nipple and Adrian started moaning and panting around the other hand. He strained both legs against their restraints, arching his back. His dick became hard again. Ashvik massaged his fingers in and out of the bat's mouth, Adrian whining with each press inward. The panther pinched lightly; twisted. And there it was. Adrian squeaked. It was high and audible even around the paw. Finally, Ashvik removed his hand from Adrian's mouth.

"Please." Adrian moaned. "Please, let me touch myself." His cock was painfully hard now. Every stroke along his nipple sent another surge of tingly heat to his balls. He humped the air uselessly. With another pinch, the bat squeaked again.

Adrian hated his wimpy squeak. Doms fucking loved it. Adrian's eyes were screwed shut, tongue out, but he thought he caught Ashvik smirking at the sound. His guess was backed up when the fucker engaged his free hand again, still wet from Adrian's own spit, and grasped both nipples. Adrian squeaked like a toy being trampled. The sound died into heaving moans. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck, asshole! You stup...EEEP!"

Ashvik was experimenting. He tried plucking at the nipples like harp strings. He pressed in, massaged them, ran the length of his sleek palms across them, twirled his fingertip around them in circles, all without missing a scene of the murder mystery. Adrian was yanking harder than ever against the restraints. He thrashed, his rock-hard dick bouncing painfully as he thrust and thrust and thrust. Pre lobbed everywhere. Adrian swore if he just got one stroke, he'd cum immediately. "Come the fuck on you EEP! Brainless cat douchebag! Let me EEP! Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck...ulp."

The taste of rubber filled Adrian's mouth. He moaned around the ball gag as Ashvik buckled it in place.

"There are still people sleeping, bat," growled Ashvik, continuing his assault on Adrian's erogenous zones. The bat's squeak was a whimper now. Ashvik seemed emboldened by the silence. He pinched hard on one nipple. Adrian sucked a gasp through his nose. He bit down on the ball hard and tried to cry out. It was almost completely muffled. Ashvik rubbed the nipple between thumb and forefinger. The trace edge of his claw sent waves of electric sensual pain through Adrian's whole body. He groaned and pulled against the restraints with every muscle in his back and arms. No good. Ashvik attacked the other nipple with cruel twists. Adrian swore he was about to yank it off. He felt drool run down his cheeks. His eyes rolled back and stung with tears. His cock stood at full mast, aching for anything, any touch at all. The only thing that touched it was cold empty air. It went on, back and forth between his nipples like that for minutes. Adrian was reduced to a limp, whimpering, delirious mess.

Through the roaring blood in his ears, Adrian finally heard the panther speak.

"Had enough? No more resisting?"

Adrian just moaned what he hoped sounded like "please."

"I will let you cum if you obey me. You must earn it. Pleasure me first and then, with my expertise, you will cum hands free. Are you up to the task?" He paused his tweaking and glanced at the panting bat. Adrian had tears in his eyes now. He nodded weakly. He really would do anything at this point. His balls felt like water balloons. His cock was on fire.

"You've seen what happens to slaves who disobey." Adrian's sonar pinged off Luke, bound and limp in his chair. "Obey me or I'll make you my plaything for as long as I want. What do you say?"

Adrian paused only a second, his last bit of common sense shouting at him. This guy had just tortured him for god knows how long. What if he had worse shit in mind? Still...

Adrian nodded his accent. Ashvik looked back to the TV, stoic as stone. "Good." There was the click of the restraint unlatching. Adrian hadn't even noticed both his hands move. His arms and legs were suddenly free, screaming with relief. Ashvik unclipped the gag as well. Adrian rubbed his wrists and worked his jaw, panting. Ashvik's sudden pinch on his ear made him gasp.

"First lesson: your master's pleasure always comes first," He snapped his fingers. "Suck." Adrian's cock was still throbbing with erotic energy from the tweaking. He groaned internally but obeyed without delay. Whether or not this guy was genuinely crazy, Adrian wanted to cum. If that meant being his little bitch, sure. Whatever. Nothing new.

He slid to his knees in front of the panther's massive legs. Between them, Ashvik's sleek black boxer briefs hugged tightly to a hefty bulge. Adrian licked his lips, trying to remember what it looked like, tasted like. His memories of the night before were too fragmented. He started with his hands, reaching out to stroke the curves delicately. A rumble of pleasure from above encouraged him. He cupped the balls with one paw and ran his pads up the length of the shaft, feeling the member slowly harden. Back and forth he stroked. If this man wanted pleasure, he was in for it. Adrian knew pleasure of all kinds, chemical, natural, inside and out. His confidence and lust made him lean in to kiss the cock.

"STOP!" The snap rang so loud, Adrian's broad sensitive ears shot back flat against his head as he winced. "You will not dirty my clothes with your droll and the semen of that mutt." Adrian suddenly remembered the wolf's salty cum around his nose and mouth.

"Oh yeah. Sorry, man," said the bat shrugging. The panther's green eyes flared. "I...I mean...sir, I'm sorry sir."

Ashvik calmed and refocused. "Good boy. Clean yourself, slut." Adrian wiped the cum off on his own shoulder fur then looked up to Ashvik for approval. The panther nodded curtly. Adrian leaned in again and pulled the sleek material down Ashvik's legs. No sound was made as the fabric slid along his fur and the full size of the man was revealed. His black cock was thick around as a half dollar, smooth, un-veined, uncut, and growing by the second. The sight filled Adrian's stomach with fire. He moved in and kissed it. God, I'm such a fag he thought, wrapping fingers and tongue around the man.

He half expected another snap. Some new rule or critique. Or on the flip side, some purr of pleasure. Ashvik was completely silent. The only feedback was the growing erection. That was enough for Adrian for the moment.

The bat licked the full length. He sucked foreskin and balls. He put on his best pitiful look and peered around the cock at his dom. Still nothing. He shrugged and went for the big move. He took the head full in his mouth and arched his back down, getting halfway to his balls. When he was in control, his gag reflex was easier to hold back. Adrian pressed the cock into his throat and hummed with pleasure.

Sudden pressure forced him further down the length than he wanted. Ashvik had a single hand on Adrian's head. The weight was like a slow hydraulic press. Adrian choked but held it together as the panther forced his nose into his pubes. His musk was rich and manly but clean. The bat's throat had already been fully penetrated minutes ago but that didn't make this stretching any less painful...or thrilling. Adrian's cock leaked on the floor. He saw stars as the fine black tuft of fur around Ashvik's balls pushed forward and backward. His new master was in control now. He went limp and accepted his role as a cock-sleeve.

It didn't last long, however. Ashvik had more plans. After a while of thrusting, he pulled the horny bat off his cock by the ears. Adrian gasped and panted with a slight wheeze.

"Not bad slut," said Ashvik coldly. Adrian smirked. "Stand." The bat rose to his feet on shaky legs. Those pure green eyes pored over him, up and down Adrian's body, taking in every curve, every marking in his fur, his thin lean frame. It made him feel more naked than before. He suddenly felt shy. When those eyes met his, he couldn't hold them for long and looked down.

The panther huffed through his nose, amused maybe. "Turn." Adrian turned. He could feel the cold electric gaze on his back, his thighs, his ass. There was a low growl, hungry. Claws dragged lightly through his fur starting from his shoulder blades, down his waist, to his cheeks. Adrian breathed faster. The show in front of him didn't even register. They'd found a body? Maybe? Luke might as well have been part of the upholstery for all the notice Adrian took of him.

"Lean down," said the steely voice behind him. Adrian swallowed and pivoted at the hips till he rested his arms on the coffee table where the panther had brutally punished the wolf. I must please him perfectly and he'll please me. Otherwise, I'm next. Adrian realized he could just run for the door now. Vault the table and get the fuck out. It was right there. Was this too risky?

Thumb claws pressed on the inside of his cheeks as the huge feline exposed Adrian's hole. The bat whimpered at the cold then flinched when something pressed against his ring. Upside down, he was just able to see Ashvik stick a plastic plunger full of lube into his ass and squeeze. Adrian moaned as the cold liquid coated his walls. "How do you get all this shit out so fast?" Adrian asked.

*SLAP* came Ashvik's stinging response across his butt. "OW Geez, s...sorry master."

"Shut up, bat. Are you ready?"

Adrian shivered. "Yes master."

"Good. Have a seat."