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Electronic, bass-fueled music thumped from the speakers, surging in a primal beat throughout the nightclub. Red and purple lights pulsed and flashed in time with the rapid tempo, and vibrant lasers swirled through the fog-laden air above the crowd of writhing, gyrating bodies on the dance floor. There was more fur on display than clothing, with nearly everyone in the club in various states of undress--a leopard showed off his spots while he wore just a pair of tight leather shorts and a vest; a heavyset bear in nothing but a jockstrap was grinding against a lanky kangaroo kitted out in an ensemble of mesh stockings, black briefs, and a leather collar around his neck; there was a Dobermann in a lime green thong and a matching harness who viciously groped and made out with a wolf wearing a leather cap and a pair of assless chaps; an otter in nothing but a neoprene pup hood and a pair of teal boxer briefs was friskily swaying with a leather daddy zebra whose hand was firmly lodged in the otter's underwear...and there was so much more as far as the eye could see.

The dance floor was a mass of moving, thrusting, and undulating bodies pressed together so close that it was almost impossible to tell where one person ended and another one began. It would have been a picture of pure carnal chaos if it weren't for the raucous and pounding beat of the music that unified the crowd in its movements--hips swung and arms waved in time with each other, hands grabbed and tongues squirmed and lapped together in synchronous rhythm, teeth gnashed and breath huffed out at similar tempos, and connecting all of it was the music blasting from the DJ's station at the far end of the club. The iguana in the music booth was mixing out beats and riling up the dancing throng, while the bar along the side wall was packed with plenty of thirsty patrons looking for a drink and enjoying the club's scantily clad dancers.

Onyx, however, wasn't enjoying the dancers, nor was he drinking.

If the burly rhino, standing at an imposing 6'8" and packed with beefy muscle, was on the dance floor, he would have stuck out like a sore thumb, and not just because of his hulking size; in stark contrast to the other patrons of Studio Calor, Onyx was dressed in a tailored black blazer that concealed the standard 9 millimeter pistol strapped in his shoulder holster, a white shirt that stretched to accommodate his barrel-like torso, and black jeans that covered his powerful and thick legs. It was almost prudish how much clothing he wore in a place like this, but then, he wasn't there to show off his body, nor was he there to dance, drink, or pick up a date for the night.

Onyx was hovering by the periphery of the dance floor, remaining in the shadows while he kept his gaze locked on one person in particular; it would have been difficult for the casual observer to follow just one individual amid the flashing lights and constantly moving crowd, but Onyx's well-trained gaze never wavered from the slender 21-year-old tiger with a shock of messy, electric purple fur on his head. Rylan Moretto, dressed in a skimpy neon yellow tank top and short black shorts, was dancing up a storm; the dyed plume of fur on his head bounced as he bobbed back and forth, the bracelets around his wrists jangled together, and his titanium earrings and silver choker necklace glinted in the club's pulsating lights as he twirled and spun. He was enjoying himself to the fullest, yelling along with the music while grinding against partner after partner in alternate displays of dominance and submission, licking up along stomachs and chests, making out with fellow strangers in between knocking back drinks, and allowing anyone and everyone to put their hands on him as he whirled through the eddy of other dancers.

Working personal protection wasn't the easiest of jobs at the best of times. A bodyguard had to walk a fine line of ensuring their charge's safety without encroaching on their personal space too much, and of course no protectee wanted to be imprisoned all the time in a secure location--so, the job was more about mitigating risks than anything else. Blocking out distractions, identifying potential threats, having a secure exit strategy, working out different safety protocols for every eventuality...all of that went out the window in a place like Studio Calor, though. There were too many people, too many places to hide, too many opportunities for someone to use a concealed weapon--it was a bodyguard's nightmare, working protection detail in a club where it was loud, dark, crowded, and anything could happen.

But Onyx didn't have much choice in the matter. Rylan was the son of David Moretto, the head of the Moretto family, the crime family who practically ran Pacton City in everything but name--if Onyx wanted to keep getting his hefty paycheck and stay in David Moretto's good graces, then he needed to keep the boss man's precious baby boy safe no matter where he wanted to go...regardless of the fact that David's progeny was an entitled little shit who flippantly put himself in danger all the time.

To be fair, Rylan could be a sweet kid when he wanted to be, and the job of protecting him did come with certain benefits that Onyx couldn't deny enjoying. However, the heir to the Moretto criminal empire was, for the most part, a hot-tempered and spoiled little hedonist with a habit of disrespecting and shrugging off his protection detail or using his father's employees like glorified servants. Protecting Rylan wasn't a job opportunity that everyone jumped at--the boy was so problematic and such a headache that he had caused seven of his previous bodyguards to quit before Onyx came along. Even though Rylan constantly risked his safety and took every possible opportunity to test Onyx's patience, the strong and steady rhino had no plan to quit anytime soon; at 42 years of age, Onyx had a proven track record of keeping even the most unruly of charges safe, and compared to the self-involved politicians and narcissistic divas he'd protected in the course of his career, the bratty son of a crime boss was about as standard of a gig as he could get. Rylan might be an arrogant, flirtatious, cocky, and entitled wild child, but under Onyx's care for the past five years, the worst injury the young tiger had ever suffered was a self-inflicted cut on his hand when he'd accidentally smashed a window during a cocaine-fueled bender. While most other bodyguards would have chosen to simply quit rather than risk Rylan's safety at a nightclub like Studio Calor, Onyx was confident that he could handle whatever trouble the young tiger might get into--the rhino had dealt with far more perilous protection assignments before, a night at a rough and rowdy club wasn't too far out of the ordinary for him.

Although the night was dragging on longer than usual. Rylan and Onyx had entered the club at 10 PM--Onyx briefly checked his watch and saw that it was 1:30 AM now.

The rhino stifled a yawn as he watched his charge continue dancing; the lively crowd was still roiling around him, like the whole club had turned into a pot of vigorously boiling and bubbling water. Rylan was moving as energetically as ever, jumping up and down with the beat and writhing in between a couple wolves, against a badger, against an alligator, between a bear and a puma...kissing a jackal and grinding with a ram...groping a deer and getting groped by a hyena...someone handed him a drink and he knocked it back...then he grabbed another and kept dancing...on and on...

Onyx remained in the shadows, off to the side of the dance floor while he continued watching Rylan, ever alert and ready to move in at the slightest sign of danger.

A meerkat pressed up close against the young tiger, grabbing playfully at his neck and gyrating against him...then Rylan switched dance partners, trading sensual bites and licks with a muscular fossa who held him passionately as they swayed together...and a horse took over, sweeping Rylan off his feet into a standing 69 position, with the tiger hooking his legs around the horse's strong neck and the two of them licking and slurping on each others' crotches through their clothes...then Rylan was standing on his own two feet again, with a wolverine creeping up behind him to hump him in time with the music...then the tiger had whipped the wolverine around, roughly humping him in return...

As the night wore on, Onyx surveyed every single one of Rylan's dance partners, assessing them and deeming them all to be safe, albeit sloppily inebriated and probably out of their minds on a plethora of party drugs; they were all just here for some good fun, enjoying the wild night that they were sharing together. The rhino checked his watch again--it was nearly 2:45 in the morning by now, but Rylan was showing no sign of slowing down. He was still moving as enthusiastically as ever with the music, and as he carried on drinking--Onyx could tell he was close to wasted, but not completely gone just yet--Rylan continued working his way through an inexhaustible supply of people to dance with. There were foxes, lions, rats, warthogs, skunks, kangaroos, alligators, stoats, panthers, all of them getting a turn with him to dance, drink, grope, kiss, huff, bite, tease...

But then...

Onyx stiffened, his instincts telling him that something was amiss.

A tall, strapping bull with impressive horns and decked out in a pair of tight leather pants, a bulky chest harness, a ring pierced through his nose, and a chunky chain collar around his neck had swaggered forward and grabbed the straps of Rylan's tank top, using them as a handle to roughly yank the boy around. The bull was saying something--it was impossible to hear over the loud music, but Onyx could see from the man's facial expression and posture that he definitely wanted to do more than just dance. Rylan, drunk and with his inhibitions lowered, let the bull pull him in close while the man shoved his hand into the tiger's shorts.

Onyx saw Rylan wince, then tipsily grin.

The bull pushed his face in close to Rylan's--the boy resisted for half a beat before the bull forcefully kissed him, taking advantage of the clear size difference between them, using his weight, height, and strength to keep the smaller, leaner tiger in place. Onyx watched the bull feed his tongue into Rylan's mouth, overwhelming him; he released the straps of the tiger's tank top and pushed his free hand under Rylan's shirt...gripping his neck...

The bull dominantly took charge; he started grinding hard against Rylan, almost oppressively, while his other hand rooted around in the young tiger's shorts, alternating between roughly squeezing his cock and balls and grabbing at his thighs...then moved around to his ass, digging in between his cheeks...Rylan flinched and struggled lightly, making a pathetic attempt to wriggle out of the bull's grip, but the bigger man wasn't letting him go anywhere.

Then Onyx could see the bull pushing Rylan, making a move to steer him off the dance floor...and Rylan was half resisting, half giving in...

The rhino squared his shoulders and stepped into the crowd--the bull was getting too hot and heavy with his protectee, and enough was enough. Nobody else was paying attention to the imminent sexual assault that was probably going to happen in one of the club's bathrooms, and even though Onyx knew that Rylan had probably wanted to get lucky tonight, getting raped was more than likely not on his to-do list for this evening.

Onyx bumped countless dancers out of his way as he forged into the mass of bodies; with his bulk and purposeful stride, he cut through the horde like a ship's bow cleaving through stormy seas.

"Move! Move! Move!" Onyx called over the music, taking no time to be polite. For the most part, the hulking rhino was able to get through the crowd without incident, although he did earn a few reproachful glares and angry calls of "hey, watch it!" from some of the people who stumbled out of his way.

Meanwhile, Rylan was oblivious to just about everything--the night had been passing him by in a whirlwind of drinks, colors, music, heat, hands, tongues, and teeth. He could barely keep track of who was dancing with him from one minute to the next, and even though he was only mildly drunk, he was just intoxicated enough to have lost his sense of self-control...not that he had much self-control when he was sober.

He remembered being surprised when the bull had approached him...but then surprise gave way to careless lust when the hunky slab of beef had started kissing him almost possessively. Rylan had let himself get carried away, ignoring his discomfort when the big and brawny man had dug into his shorts to aggressively grope him and squeeze his stiffening cock. He had wanted to stay on the dance floor, at least for now, but the smaller tiger had no real hope of resisting the bull who towered over him and was clearly able to bench press at three of Rylan without breaking a sweat...and all that muscle and brute strength was starting to force him backwards...

"Ah...hey..." Rylan could hardly hear himself weakly huff into the bull's mouth.

"Nnngh, just let it happen," the bull assertively growled back into his muzzle.

Rylan had hesitated...but then, maybe it would be easier to just give in and let this brute of a man take him...that was what the tiger wanted after all, right? He'd had fantasies like this...but now that it was happening, he wasn't so sure...no, he wanted this, didn't he?

Either way, he didn't have much choice in the matter--he was dimly aware that the bull was coaxing him to keep stepping backwards, little by little. Rylan's back and shoulders pressed against other dancers as the bull pressed his advantage...the tiger momentarily stumbled over his own feet...the bull's tongue was stuffed so firmly in his mouth, all Rylan could do was suckle on it while the man kept a tight grip on his cock and balls in his shorts...the bull's other hand had curled into a fist, clenched around the straps of Rylan's tank top and pressed against his collarbone, utterly controlling him...Rylan couldn't get away if he wanted to...and part of him did want to...

But then, in an instant, another strong hand was pressing on Rylan's chest, wrenching him away from the bull and breaking the man's forced kiss.

Onyx had crossed the dance floor in under 30 seconds and intercepted the tiger and the bull before they could leave the crowd; with one hand on Rylan's chest, Onyx hauled the tiger back from the bull, getting the boy's flimsy tank top straps out of the other man's grip and the bull's hand out of Rylan's (significantly tented) shorts in the process.

"Ah--hey, hey! God damn...jus'...ssstop! Onyxxx!" Rylan slurred indignantly.

Onyx held onto Rylan's shoulder, keeping him at arm's length while he used his other hand to push the bull away.

"Hey, what the fuck, man!" the bull yelled over the music--only a few of the surrounding dancers glanced at the commotion before going back to swinging their hips and grinding to the beat.

"You need to back off!" Onyx yelled back sternly.

"The fuck you talking about?!"

"On...Onyx--Onyx, stop it! Lemme go!" Rylan interjected, trying to get free, but Onyx held him tightly, preventing him from slipping away.

"I said, back off! You're not taking him anywhere!" Even though Onyx was yelling to be heard above the music, his voice was even and controlled.

"Fuck off! The bitch wants it!" The bull spread his arms in an intimidation display, showing off his impressively sculpted muscles and the growing bulge in his crotch at the same time.

"Jeez, Onyx, jus' stop!" Rylan pleaded, his speech still slurred.

"No, he doesn't! He was just here for some fun, you were taking it too far!" Onyx told the bull.

"Fuck you, no I wasn't!"

The bull tried to step closer, but Onyx pushed him back again.

"Sir! Back! Off!"

"Come on, man! Fuck you!" The bull shoved Onyx, but the rhino stayed firmly planted.

Rylan was desperately trying to get out of his bodyguard's grip, but Onyx's thick fingers were hooked onto his shoulder. "Onyx, just let--"

"Get back now, okay?" Onyx yelled at the bull. "Don't make this ugly, buddy!"

"No, fuck you! Come on, just let me--uuff!" The bull grunted as Onyx shoved him hard enough to send him stumbling backwards a few steps.

"Alright, that's it, time to go home!" Onyx yelled to Rylan as he took a protective posture to cover the boy with his arm and shepherd him off the dance floor.

"No! No, fuckin'...jus'...Onyx, stop, come on!" Rylan protested, struggling against the significantly stronger rhino who was half leading, half pushing him.

"Nope, we're going now!" Onyx barked authoritatively--he glanced back to see the bull was struggling through the crowd to try to reach them, and Onyx started walking faster, pushing past the last few chains of people to get off the dance floor.

"Come back here! You wanna go, let's go!" the bull yelled, trying to goad Onyx into a fight.

"Come on, lemme go! Lemme go!" Rylan shouted, still trying to fight against Onyx.

The rhino wasn't having it--he hustled the boy off the dance floor completely, getting him away from the bull who was still trying to follow, while the rest of the clubbers carried on dancing to the powerful beat. Onyx was practically hauling Rylan at this point now that they were free of the dancers--he quickly dragged the tiger towards the bar, and then beyond, to the club's back door. Onyx pushed Rylan through the door ahead of him, and they emerged in the alley behind Studio Calor.

It was almost shocking how still and quiet it was outside in comparison to the club; while the music in the club was thumping hard enough to shake the walls of the building, Onyx felt like he could finally hear himself think in addition to just the faint sounds of police sirens and a few people laughing towards the far end of the alley.

"Whathefuck, man?!" Of course, Rylan's slurring, inebriated and angry voice was like a stabbing shriek in the night now that he wasn't being drowned out by the music. He pushed against Onyx, who blocked the door to prevent him from getting back in the club--and just over a full foot shorter than Onyx and only 150 lean pounds, Rylan didn't have a chance of moving the burly bodyguard who was built like a brick wall. "Why'd you do that?! We're havin' a good time!"

"No, you weren't; he was gonna rape you, and not in a good way," Onyx said coolly.

"No he wasn't! Lemme back in!" Rylan pushed again, but Onyx wasn't moving. "Lemme back in!"

"No, we're going home now," Onyx replied, his tone implying that there was no room for debate. He spun Rylan around and pinned him by the arms, effectively frog-marching him towards the club's dumpster.

Rylan tried digging in his heels, but Onyx dragged him along anyway. "But I wanted--"

"Doesn't matter," Onyx said curtly as he continued steering Rylan down the alleyway. "It's time to call it a night--come on."

"Ugh!" Rylan grumbled as he struggled against Onyx, but the rhino forced him to keep moving forward. "Geroff me! 'M notta kid, I c'n walk on my own!"

"I'm sure you can, but I'm not taking any chances." Onyx guided the protesting tiger to the huge luxury SUV he had illegally parked by the dumpster. He bundled Rylan into the front passenger seat, at least sparing the young man the indignity of being forced into the back.

The bodyguard then checked the club's backdoor--it hadn't opened again in the time that he and Rylan had stepped through, so either they'd lost the would-be rapist or the bull had simply given up. Satisfied with either possibility, Onyx stepped around to the other side of the car and got into the driver's seat, started the engine...and pulled out of the alley and onto the main road.

As Onyx drove, Rylan--obstinately refusing to wear his seatbelt--sat hunched in the plush leather passenger seat, with his arms folded and turned away from Onyx like a sulky teenager. "Why couldn't you jus' lea'me alone? Was havin' fun til you showed up," he pouted.

"That bull wasn't interested in fun, he was gonna take advantage of you," Onyx stated matter-of-factly.

"No he wasn't!" Rylan agitatedly insisted. He hiccuped as he went on, "Be-hic! Besides, I've--I've taken it rough before!"

Onyx chuckled tiredly. "Please--apart from me, all the guys you've hooked up with before have been pushovers."

"N-no they weren't!"

"Seriously? You think I don't know who you're hooking up with?" Onyx smirked at the boy who was still turned away from him. He could recall every horny young buck that he'd opened Rylan's townhouse door for and every little punk that Rylan had snuck off with for some private shenanigans, all of whom were half the rhino's size and desperate to get their rocks off with the tiger who had summoned them. "You've only ever been getting with a bunch of other twinks who'd do anything you say--that guy back there? You couldn't handle that; he was gonna rape you and break you in half."

"Well...well maybe I want that!" Rylan snarled. "Why d'you think I've only been fuckin' with pushovers? 'Cuz you won't let me have anyone rough!"

"Excuse me?" Onyx raised his eyebrows, mildly surprised by the baseless accusation.

"You-hic! You heard me--you don't let me have any fun with bigger or stronger guys 'cuz you think they could hurt me. Aaaand you wanna keep me to yourself!"

"Ah, and you think that I screen all your potential hook-ups or scare off the other bigger guys, is that it?" the rhino coolly chuckled, only partly rising to the last piece of bait that Rylan had laid out for him.

"Yes! And maybe tonight I wanted a big daddy bull type to bend me over," Rylan asserted.

Onyx sighed. "Trust me, you didn't want that guy to do it--men like him have no control at all. You'd have been screaming for me to come save you."

Rylan only scoffed in response, leaving Onyx to drive on in silence. After a few minutes, when he came to a stop at an intersection, the bodyguard glanced over at the young tiger, who was still moodily glaring out the window and making a point of refusing to even acknowledge Onyx. It was almost adorable how small and pathetic the slender, skimpily-dressed tiger looked in the leather passenger seat that was big enough to fit two of him--at least, it would be adorable if the tiger wasn't being an ungrateful brat at the moment.

The rhino sighed again and rolled his eyes before he spoke. "You think your dad would be happy if I let you get raped?"

"Ooooh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize my whole life was just all about you and my dad," Rylan sneered.

"My job is to keep you safe--it's all about you," Onyx emphasized. The light turned green and Onyx made a left turn as he continued, "If I can't do that, then your dad isn't gonna just kill me-- he's gonna put you on lockdown." He paused, letting his words sink in. "You think you have it bad right now with just me protecting you? If you get raped--or, god forbid, worse--your old man isn't gonna let you go out at all anymore. No more partying, no more hanging out with your friends, no more random hookups...you're just gonna be stuck at home all day and all night with me and five other guys making sure you don't leave."

Rylan huffed sourly. "I c'n take care of myself, I don't need you."

Onyx grunted while he continued driving. "Fuck me, I wish that were true...but you're you, and your dad's your dad...so, you're stuck with me, kid."

"Uuugh!" Rylan grumbled under his breath again. He shook his head and almost quivered with rage before he finally looked at Onyx again. "'S'not fair!"

"What's not fair?" Onyx said listlessly--he knew exactly what Rylan was leading up to: indulging in another one of his vices, which was more of his endless griping about how his life was so difficult.

"All of this! I'm like a fucking prisoner in my own life, I don't get to do what I want at all!" the tiger fumed. "Do this, don't do that, be here, don't be there, stay behind you, but not too far--I can't go out to eat without permission, I can't go on dates or do anything without my dad knowing about it..."

Ordinarily, Onyx would have just kept his mouth shut and let Rylan keep bitching like normal. But it was later than usual, and after having just pulled the ungrateful little shit from yet another dangerous situation, Onyx was in no mood to pretend he had any sympathy for his protectee.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he quipped, exasperated.

"I--what?" Rylan sat back, almost affronted that the rhino had interrupted him.

"You get to do what you want all the time! Shopping sprees, street racing, concerts, parties, drugs, dates, your fucking motorcycle, that beach trip last month, that strip club in Coveside, that stunt you pulled with the speedboat--I don't know what you're smoking to make you so delusional that you think you've got it rough, but you need to put that shit down because it's making you forget how good you have it!" Onyx unloaded while he kept driving. "You get away with so much shit because of who you are, and because my entire job is making sure you don't get hurt or die. Where do you think you'd be right now if I hadn't stepped in back there? Huh? You don't even want to think about what that guy could've done to you, and that was just tonight! Do you know how many people actually want you dead? Your dad and your family's got a whole fuckload of enemies, so if you want to go bitching to anybody about what a struggle your life of luxury is, you can take it up with your old man, and I just know he'll love that," Onyx added sarcastically. His tone turned bitter and harsh as he went on, "You've got enough money to fill a hundred banks, more clothes than a peacock convention, a bunch of shit that you don't really need, and you haven't worked a legit day in your life--you've got nothing to complain about, and I'd say that having someone like me around to keep you alive and safe is a pretty fucking small price to pay."

Rylan stared at Onyx bemusedly, looking like he was halfway between stunned and perplexed by the rhino's outburst.

"Prisoner in your own life...give me a fucking break," Onyx rumbled quietly as he kept driving, not caring if he'd upset his protectee--yelling at Rylan wasn't going to impact his job in the slightest, as David Moretto was well aware of his son's behavior and was open to Onyx providing some occasional corrective action.

Still, the rhino knew he needed to get a hold of himself; that rant had been a long time coming, and it felt good to finally release some of his anger, but he was at his most effective as a bodyguard when he wasn't too wound up or emotional, and he was still officially on-duty. Onyx took a beat to help himself to simmer down--he had boiled over, and he felt relieved now that he'd finally given Rylan an actual reality check, but he'd said his piece, and he needed to just focus on getting the boy home now. Plus, the bodyguard doubted that anything he'd just said would make an actual impression on the tiger, especially when he was still half drunk and still probably in a self-pitying mood...

Which was why it surprised Onyx when, after a full two minutes of pregnant silence in the car, Rylan sighed and spoke up as he and the rhino pulled up to a stop sign.

"You're right," the tiger said, his tone meek and contrite.

Onyx did a double-take and swung his head over to stare at Rylan--the young tiger was gazing directly at him, looking genuinely remorseful.

"You're right," Rylan repeated; the strain in his voice made it sound like he was putting in sincere effort with his admission. "I'm...I'm sorry."

Onyx frowned--had he actually gotten through to the boy?

"I...I take a lot of stuff for granted, I know...including you," Rylan added, hanging his head. "And it's not fair that I complain so much...especially when you're the guy who's putting his life on the line for me all the time...I really do have it good, but I just...forget that sometimes, you know?"

Onyx studied the tiger for a moment...then nodded and continued driving, turning through the intersection and into the neighborhood where Rylan lived. "You forget it a lot," the rhino conceded, his tone gentle now.

He glanced at the townhomes he was driving past; each of the angular, modern houses cost more money than Onyx would make in his whole life, and Rylan had one all to himself for free. Real estate development was just one of the many enterprises that David Moretto had his hands in, and he was making a fortune off of the brand new luxury residences his company had built. Of course, none of the townhomes had any official legal permits or completed zoning paperwork (all of which would have heaped a whole mountain of costs on top of construction), but with the majority of Pacton City's city council (as well as the mayor) securely in his pocket through bribes, blackmail, and extortion, David Moretto had a free pass to build whatever the hell he wanted.

And, naturally, Rylan didn't have to lift a finger to get one of these swanky houses for himself; he was happy to take advantage of the fruits of his father's labors with no appreciation whatsoever of how much (literal) blood, sweat, and tears went into constructing his bachelor pad.

Onyx heaved a sigh as he drove along the row of townhomes. "But, you know what they say; the first step of solving a problem is admitting you have one."

"Yeah...and I guess I do have one...sorry," Rylan said morosely. "I just needed you to help me see it."

Onyx grunted gruffly; the cynical part of him couldn't help but suspect that there was a possibility that this was all just an act, that Rylan was just saying what he thought would resolve the situation without really being sincere at all...but he still had to admit that hearing Rylan talk like this was nice for a change. The kid did have his sweet moments every now and then, even if it was probably the alcohol talking more than Rylan himself right now. "Well, hey, I know having me around all the time isn't the easiest way to live, and it's fair to feel kinda raw about it--you didn't ask to be born into this kinda life, right?" Onyx said, injecting a more positive and empathetic note into his voice. "But you can find ways to make it work for you--you just need to buck up and remember to enjoy what you've got, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know...thanks, Onyx," Rylan said softly. He shifted in his seat, no longer hunching over, now leaning in towards the rhino. The tiger's white-furred hand lazily pushed across the center console between his seat and Onyx's...and he casually draped his paw on top of the rhino's thigh. "And...I know I don't always let you know, but I do enjoy having you around...and thanks for always being there to protect me...I need to say that more often."

"Heh, well...it's nice when you show your appreciation, too," Onyx rumbled in acknowledgement, now feeling the faintest flush of heat along his neck.

A little physical contact and flirtation like this was nothing new for Onyx--in between all of Rylan's little hook-ups and dalliances, the tiger had also coerced his bodyguard into his bed on many, many occasions. Onyx just hadn't been able to resist that first time three years ago on Rylan's 18th birthday, and he'd rarely said "no" to any subsequent opportunities that had arisen since then.

The rhino couldn't help it; yes, Rylan was a conceited, selfish, and annoying little bastard...but he was also a promiscuous, sexy, deeply perverted, and constantly horny little bastard who knew exactly how to use his body and charms to entice the rhino to give into his more base, carnal instincts. Whether it was a sway of the hips, a suggestively-placed hand, a wink with an accompanying devious grin, or just outright putting his face in Onyx's crotch, Rylan had a real knack for getting into the rhino's pants.

As a bodyguard, Onyx knew that, ethically and professionally, he shouldn't have anything beyond a platonic relationship with his protectee (especially one half his age). But he and Rylan were around each other day in and day out, with Rylan subtly (and often openly) undressing Onyx with his eyes and Onyx unable to look away from the taut rump that the boy flaunted whenever possible...add to all that the fact that Onyx was the closest thing that Rylan had to a legitimate friend and confidant, and Rylan, despite his character flaws, was a tempting little piece of ass, and there was bound to be some sexual tension that had to get released somehow. And when Rylan, while showing off his tight little pucker of a hole, had first begged Onyx for a breeding on the night of his 18th birthday, the pent up rhino simply couldn't refuse.

Onyx rationalized his intimate moments with Rylan as just added benefits to his job. While he was on the Moretto family payroll, the rhino never needed to worry about health insurance, all of his meals and travel expenses were comped, he had a fat bank account, he held considerable sway with local law enforcement...and he got to empty his nuts down Rylan's throat and into the tiger's ass on a fairly regular basis. For a hot-blooded man with a pretty high libido (such as Onyx), that was a seriously enticing benefit to the job on its own, professional ethics be damned. And so, from the time Rylan had turned 18, Onyx had tenderly fucked the tiger at least twice a month, lost track of how many times Rylan had sucked him off, and had allowed the horny youngster to top him a grand total of four times (among the many, many other acts the two had done together). After every encounter, Onyx would berate himself for thinking with his balls instead of his brain--having sex with the boss's son still wasn't the smartest idea in general, especially when the boss was the head of Pacton City contingent of the mob...but Rylan would somehow seduce his bodyguard again and again...

"Well, I think I can really show you my appreciation tonight, if you want," Rylan murmured as he began subtly stroking Onyx's thigh.

In spite of the tiger's previous antics and the abrupt exit from the club, the rhino smirked; the light weight of the small, warm hand resting on his thigh, the boy's fingers not-so-sneakily stretching down to the inside of his leg and threatening to creep towards his groin...Onyx knew what Rylan wanted, and the rhino was sorely tempted to give it to him. Part of him simply wanted to stop the car right there and start fucking Rylan in the back seat; it wouldn't be the first time Onyx had plowed the tiger in the SUV, and Onyx would be lying if he said he wasn't up for sex at all right then and there--after a night like tonight, the rhino had some steam to blow off.

But Rylan was still tipsy, and it was verging on 3 in the morning by now; Onyx's rational, professional side was telling him that tired and sloppy sex with the semi-drunk tiger this evening just wouldn't be much fun. He'd be better off just getting Rylan safely home, putting tonight behind them, and leaving it at that for now. And Onyx could always jerk off at home anyway if he got needy...in fact, rubbing one in the comfort of his own bed would probably be more enjoyable than halfheartedly fucking Rylan tonight.

"Hmmm, maybe...it's getting pretty late, though...sure you don't want to just call it a night and turn in?" he hinted.

"I don't know, I think I should give you a real thank you," Rylan huffed as he suggestively squeezed Onyx's thigh.

"Heh...well, let's see how you feel when we get you home," Onyx replied vaguely.

Onyx drove the car past the next few townhomes in silence while Rylan kept his hand on his thigh--the rhino's libido wanted him to reach down, grab the tiger's paw, and guide it into his lap to rest on top of his crotch. His dick was starting to firm up and roll over within his underwear as Rylan continued stroking his thigh...but Onyx forced himself to keep both hands on the wheel and to avoid looking over at Rylan (although in the corner of of his eye, Onyx could see that the tiger had not-so-innocuously laid a hand on top of his own crotch). The rhino kept driving, maintaining his business-as-usual demeanor...all the way until he arrived at the townhome on the corner.

Rylan's house was just like every other townhome in the neighborhood--boxy, modern, and stylishly outfitted with huge windows and a mix of stucco, stained wood, and polished steel embellishments. There were millions of houses exactly like it across the country in plenty of recently gentrified neighborhoods, all of them striving to be uniquely eye-catching when really they all boasted the same luxuriously bland finishes inside and out. It was a style of home with no real identity beyond just "looking cool", and yet David Moretto had experienced multi-million-dollar bidding wars for every townhome in his development (save for the one Rylan occupied).

Onyx pulled the SUV into Rylan's attached garage, parking right next to the high-end Raptor-12 luxury motorcycle that the tiger had bought on a whim--after shutting off the engine and letting the garage door roll back down, Onyx hopped out of the driver's seat and stepped around the front of the car to open Rylan's door.

The tiger slipped down from the passenger seat, a little unsteady on his feet.

"You okay?" Onyx asked, ready to catch Rylan in case he stumbled.

"Mmf...yeah, 'm fine," Rylan replied with a tired sigh.

"Heh, maybe we really should just get you into bed," Onyx chuckled lightly as he escorted the tiger to the door.

"Nah, I could gofer 'nother drink...jus' one...and maybe some pizza," Rylan mumbled. "You know anywhere that delivers this late?"

Onyx led the tiger from the garage and into the adjacent laundry room--next to the dryer, the rhino consulted the wall-mounted tablet that served as his security station.

"I think Castrani's is still open, I can check if you like," he said as he first disarmed the alarm system and then swiped through the camera feeds on the touchscreen.

"Yeah, I could gofer some pepperoni...oooh, and their garlic knots."

Onyx could practically hear Rylan salivating while he checked the boy's bedroom and en-suite; all clear there.

"I don't know if you should eat all that right before going to bed...might wanna have a bucket next to you just in case," Onyx advised while he also reviewed the cameras in the guest bedroom and its attached bathroom, the living room, Rylan's game room, the dining room, kitchen, and basement--all the lights were on and dimmed, just like he'd left them, and there was no sign of anyone else entering.

"Pssh, I'll be fine--got an iron stomach," Rylan scoffed.

"Uh-huh...and how many times have I had to clean up after your 'iron stomach'?" Onyx sarcastically pointed out as he re-armed the alarm system.

"Okaaaaay, ssssooooo...maybe it's tin foil," Rylan allowed.

Onyx snickered while he used the tablet to fire off a message to David Moretto's bodyguard: "Kitten's in for the night".

Home entry routine complete, Onyx nodded for Rylan to follow him, and the two of them walked down the short hall to the kitchen. "I'll check if Castrani's will still deliver--might be a while though, sure you wouldn't rather just go to bed?"

"Naaaah--plus, there's stuff we can do while we wait," Rylan said nonchalantly. He stopped by his massive stainless steel refrigerator--on the adjacent marble countertop, there was a line of assorted liquors and mixers. Rylan pulled a tumbler from the cabinet above and grabbed a half-empty bottle of whiskey from the counter. "You want a drink or anything?"

"Just a water, thanks...and get one for yourself, too," Onyx said as he padded through the kitchen to the living room. "Good to stay hydrated."

"Yeah, yeah," Rylan called back absently while he poured a healthy measure of whiskey for himself.

Onyx shook his head--even with water and some pizza in his system, the kid was still going to have a nasty little hangover. The rhino wouldn't be surprised if Rylan conked out within 10 minutes of eating and then slept well into the afternoon. Well, that would at least make his job a little easier and he could catch up on some sleep, too--first Onyx just had to get Rylan's food and wait for it to arrive, and then he could go home and get some much-needed rest.

Now in the living room, Onyx settled into his default lounge chair--it was a low, leather-cushioned seat with wooden armrests, surprisingly comfortable and subtly understated compared to the shockingly teal sectional sofa that dominated the living room. The leather of the chair groaned softly as Onyx sat down, and the rhino sighed in reply, relieved to finally have a chance to kick back and relax a little, before he pulled out his phone to look up Castrani's Pizzeria.

He heard Rylan pour some water from the pitcher in the refrigerator...then open a drawer and rummage around...a crinkle of plastic and then a plate being set down on the counter...

"Hrnnk!" Rylan softly snorted.

Onyx rolled his eyes, but he ignored the obvious sound of Rylan doing a quick line of cocaine, and he tuned out anything else he heard from the kitchen as he checked Castrani's hours...yep, they were open for about another hour, plenty of time to get something made and delivered. Onyx started an online order, selecting a large pepperoni pizza (Rylan would eat at least three-quarters of it--scrawny as he was, the kid could put away some pizza when he'd been drinking, and Onyx knew that the coke would just make Rylan even hungrier) and a dozen garlic knots. He also had a hunch Rylan would want something sweet, so he added a fudge brownie to the order before he started checking out...and he was just beginning to enter his payment information as light footsteps sounded behind him.

"Here you go," Rylan said, holding a large glass of water next to Onyx's right arm.

"Thanks." The bodyguard reached for the water, holding his phone in his left hand--he took the glass from the tiger, not noticing the small sticker half-concealed between Rylan's white-furred fingers...

And Rylan, now boosted and more alert thanks to the line of coke he'd snorted earlier, quickly slapped the sticker directly onto the side of Onyx's exposed neck.

"Whoa! What the--" Onyx grunted, startled. He twisted in his seat, fumbling for a moment; his hands were still full, and it took him a second to drop his phone in his lap, but that second's delay would cost him.

Onyx's eyes widened; his heart thundered in his chest like he had just ramped up to a high-intensity workout; his pulse pounded in his ears; and then--

"Huh!" Onyx gasped--his whole body was tingling with a pins-and-needles sensation that emanated from the sticker on his neck. His stomach dropped and he suddenly got the most extreme case of tunnel vision he'd ever experienced, his field of view narrowing to a hyper-focus on the coffee table in front of him.

The rhino shuddered in his chair, huffing for breath and feeling like he was glued to his seat. Onyx's mouth went dry...but a bloom of heat was growing in his pants...was he pissing himself? No, no, it was a different kind of heat, the kind that...oh no...

"Yeeeaaah, that shit kicks in pretty fast, right?" Rylan snickered as he slowly circled around to stand in front of Onyx.

Onyx's tunnel vision began to slowly wobble off-kilter, and even though he was sitting down, he felt like he was getting more and more off-balance. But despite the rhino's new equilibrium issues, his member was now steadily firming up, growing stiffer, taller, and thicker--Onyx's arousal had initially been a slumbering beast, but now it was becoming a monster riled up into a frenzy. His cock rose from a noticeable bulge between his legs...to a prominent and subtly twitching tent, with his erection straining against his underwear and jeans. It almost hurt how hard he was, like the root of his member was pushing into his groin while at the same time threatening to rip through his clothes--his whole crotch prickled tantalizingly with an electric current that seeped through his skin, through his bones, into the core of his growing lust.

"Whuh..." Onyx gulped when his dick throbbed--he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, and he was so sensitive that even his cockhead rubbing against the inside of his underwear was enough to make him wince in a mix of amplified pain and pleasure. The rhino's chest heaved from the effort of just breathing, and his heart fluttered, but he forced himself to try again. "What...the fuck...did you put on me?" he growled through clenched teeth.

If Onyx had been in his right state of mind and still had his sense of balance, he would have lunged from the chair and pinned Rylan to the wall in a heartbeat. But it was taking all of his strength just to sit up and glare at the tiger who stood before him.

"Just a little something to get you...in the mood," Rylan replied with a chuckle. He took a nonchalant sip of his whiskey, now much more steady on his feet thanks to the cocaine he'd snorted to counterbalance the alcohol. "It's called a Flashbang--you like it?"

Onyx grunted again--he shifted in his chair and his phone slipped from his lap, dropping to the floor. The burly rhino reached with his free hand for his neck, trying to get at the small, red, heart-shaped patch Rylan had stuck on him. The Flashbang's fast-acting transdermal chemicals hadn't affected Rylan when he'd been holding the sticker (thanks to his fur), but Onyx's bare, rough hide was perfectly suited for direct contact with the sticker and its topical drug load. Onyx didn't stand a chance--the compounds in the patch penetrated his skin and seeped into his system at a staggering rate, almost instantly flooding the rhino with a potent cocktail of intense aphrodisiacs, mind-altering psychedelics, and temporary paralytics. Onyx's fingers twitched and he tried to steady his faltering hand, tried to peel the Flashbang off, but...

"Ah-ah-ah, don't strain yourself, it's still working on you," Rylan advised.

Onyx struggled, trying to fight the urge to give up...but it was too hard, his hand was too heavy and his arm was too weak...the Flashbang's partial sedatives took hold, and the rhino slumped down in his seat and his left hand landed heavily in his lap. Then his right hand relaxed, and the still-full glass he'd been holding fell--water spilled on the rug, making a dark stain, but Rylan made no move to blot it dry. Instead, he just remained standing in front of Onyx and smugly leered down at the now-paralyzed rhino.

Onyx's nostrils flared and he stared daggers at Rylan...he wanted to wring the little asshole's neck...he wanted to grab Rylan and hurl him to the ground before pummeling the shit out of him...Onyx wanted to choke that sneaky fucker and teach him a lesson...and...plunge into him with...with...

The aphrodisiacs and psychedelics began to muddle his mood. Anger evolved and made room for...unbridled desire...a deep-seated erotic hunger...and it merged with his rage in a fog that filled the rhino's head with an aggressive and out-of-control need for...release...

His cock, swollen, hot, and desperate to fill a tight, wet, hole, flexed powerfully in his pants...his balls, sore and bloated with cum he needed to pump out, ached and throbbed...Onyx's mind clouded as his fantasies for revenge turned from beating Rylan's ass to mercilessly fucking it...yes, that was how he could teach the young tiger a lesson...fuck him hard, pound him into submission and make the boy scream his name, force Rylan to respect him and beg for forgiveness while Onyx used him like a breeding mount, pulverize Rylan's prostate and get him squealing like a bitch while the rhino rammed into him...yes, a little bastard like Rylan needed to get his hole destroyed, needed to get absolutely wrecked as a consequence for being such a piece of shit...getting brutally fucked was the punishment Rylan deserved and Onyx had to give it to him...had to discipline him by screwing the living daylights out of him...right now...

Rylan snickered when he saw the heated blush emerge in Onyx's cheeks and the intense need in the rhino's gaze. "Oooh yeah, you're really feeling it now, huh? All you're thinking about now is fucking my ass like a breeding stud, right?"

Onyx huffed wordlessly, his lips and tongue refusing to work properly. But maybe it was a good thing he couldn't speak; at the moment, the rhino didn't even know if he would have chastised the tiger or gone straight into dirty talk, he was both so enraged and so unbelievably horny...Onyx couldn't deny it, he had to hump something, he had to breed something...and Rylan was perfectly breedable...

"Heh...yeah, I can see it in your eyes...look at you, getting all rapey for me...you're so horny right now you'd fuck a pillow to pieces...good thing I'm here," Rylan purred between sips of his whiskey as he surveyed the rhino in the chair; he spoke with a note of satisfaction in his low and sultry voice, a master manipulator seeing his plans come to fruition at last.

The 21 year-old then knocked back the rest of his whiskey in two gulps before he set his empty tumbler on the coffee table.

"Probably got another minute before you can move again--think we should get these clothes out of the way while we can?" Rylan asked seductively, now stepping closer toward Onyx.

"Mmplf," Onyx grunted listlessly. His brain felt like it was spinning around in a washing machine, scrambling his sense of self.

"Heh, I'll take that as a yes...let's get this off of you first," Rylan murmured, crouching down in front of Onyx; he slid his hands across the rhino's broad chest, taking a moment to savor the bulky and firm pectorals beneath Onyx's white T-shirt. Onyx's chest heaved up and down with every labored breath he took, and he winced as Rylan's hands dragged over his covered nipples and caressed his clothed torso--his nerves were on fire, raw and hypersensitive, and Rylan's touch was a stinging, agonizing bliss that only made Onyx hungry for more stimulation. Rylan, however, soon pushed his hands into Onyx's blazer and began working the jacket off of the rhino's broad shoulders.

Rylan leaned in closer, close enough for his liquored breath to tickle the tip of Onyx's snout, while he pulled the blazer down along the rhino's massive arms. As the tiger tugged and pulled the blazer off, he exposed the shoulder straps of Onyx's gun holster, as well as the safely secured weapon itself...in addition to the girthy and defined guns that Bruno sported on his arms, his densely muscled biceps stretching his shirt sleeves to their limit.

"There we go...don't need that, do we?" Rylan asked, tossing the blazer carelessly to the floor. He left the rhino's holstered handgun and T-shirt alone, moving onto a higher-priority area instead; like a well-practiced whore, Rylan sank to his knees between Onyx's haphazardly spread legs, and he skillfully unbuckled the rhino's belt.

Onyx could only glance down and watch, stupefied and hornier than ever, as the tiger half his age then unfastened the button on his waistband and pulled down his zipper.

The rhino's closed fly had been taut with the pressure of keeping his erection contained in his pants. When Rylan pulled Onyx's zipper all the way down, the tension was released and the hefty, rigid pole pushed forward, parting the rhino's black jeans with a broad mountain of green-and-white plaid fabric; Onyx's thin boxers were now the only thing keeping his member from springing free completely.

Rylan hungrily licked his lips...and buried his face in Onyx's crotch, snorting and sniffing the burly man's musk.

"Hoooo...mmf, you're ripe...fuckin' love it," Rylan murmured dreamily before taking another whiff.

Onyx grunted as the boy quickly rubbed his muzzle against his crotch; the young tiger's nose pressed on his balls, teasing them and making the rhino even more desperate for some action...he wanted Rylan to lick his nuts, to suck on them, to help them churn out even more cum...precum oozed from his urethra and smeared on his cock and into his boxers...Onyx moaned, thinking about how badly he wanted his heavy family jewels slapping loudly against the tiger's backside as he fucked him raw, he wanted to empty his aching, pounding balls into Rylan so badly...

Rylan--unable to see the visions filling the rhino's head but certainly able to feel Onyx's rock-hard arousal against his face--indulged in another sniff, snorting like he was doing another line of coke and drinking in his bodyguard's wonderfully tangy and masculine scent, before he leaned back from Onyx's crotch. "Aaahh, damn you smell good," he sighed, his lustful eyes locked on his prize.

Onyx softly mumbled in reply, but this time...it almost sounded like a needy whimper.

Rylan cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Heh, what was that?"

Onyx tried again, straining to nod as his whimper turned into a gruff rumble, a hint of a desperate command. His eyes flicked to his waistband, trying to communicate how badly he needed...

"Ooooh, you want your pants off?" Rylan asked, feigning innocence. "Heh, why didn't you just say so?"

Refocusing on Onyx's crotch, Rylan snickered as he lifted his hands and laid them on the rhino's hips, hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of Onyx's underwear and catching on his jeans in the process.

"Mmm, there we go...let's slide these off," Rylan grunted as he tugged.

Onyx's weight kept his underwear and pants trapped under his butt, but Rylan was persistent--with each tug, the rhino's clothes slipped down another centimeter. Onyx wanted to accommodate the boy's efforts--he wanted to push his hips and pelvis up so Rylan could better pull his pants down, but the big rhino still couldn't move, the paralytics keeping him immobile for a few moments longer. All he could do was gruffly rumble when Rylan's tugging on his underwear pulled his cock forward and strained his turgid erection.

"Mmf...huh...heh, you know, it's kinda funny and cute...seeing you so turned on and stuck like this," Rylan huffed as he worked Onyx's pants and boxers down to expose his groin. The rhino's bulky hips and thick upper thighs were soon laid bare, as well as the upper region of his crotch--a dense bush of black, musk-laden pubic hair began peeking over the top of the plaid waistband.

Onyx groaned needily, trying to thrust his hips up while his cock was pulled further forward--he had to get free, he had to get his cock out of his pants and into Rylan's ass now...

The tiger purred when he saw the rhino's cock flex against his boxers, stretching the flimsy fabric. "Oooh, I bet you need these off bad, though...just can't stand having that beast trapped anymore, right? Hnh...unh!"

Rylan grunted again as he pulled once more with an almighty tug...

"Ngh!" Onyx groaned as his cock finally sprang free of his boxers.

"Daaaamn," Rylan breathed, staring at the rhino's enormous member.

At a solid 9 inches long and as thick as a water bottle, Onyx's dick resembled a blunt, fleshy club; his bulging shaft and circumcised, dome-shaped cockhead (adorned with precum that was slowly leaking from the lips of his meatus) were stiffly engorged to their absolute limits. If Onyx had been able to smack his cock with his hand, it would have created a loud, satisfying clap against his palm from the sheer beefy tonnage he had at his disposal. His erection pulsed with his arousal, and while it looked thick and heavy enough to fall forward under its own weight, Onyx's dick proudly stood straight up from his groin, a hot, fat pillar of virile masculinity.

"I know you're a big fucker, but that Flashbang's making you a biiiiiiiig fucker," Rylan emphasized in awe.

Rylan wasn't exaggerating; Onyx's endowment was pretty impressive on its own, but the chemicals from the Flashbang forced an even higher volume of boiling blood to surge into the rhino's manhood, adding on just that little bit of extra length and girth that made all the difference. However, while Onyx would have ordinarily appreciated the compliment, he was in no mood to hear Rylan prattle on right now--his dick was so hard and throbbed so painfully it felt like it was trying to push beyond the confines of his own skin, like his member wanted to keep on growing. His balls ached just as much as they heavily hung down between his legs; Onyx's hefty, plum-sized nuts pounded with the need for release, feeling like a pair of high-pressure boilers threatening to explode. The rhino grunted, trying to signal Rylan to hurry up and get to the good stuff...but the tiger wasn't paying attention to Onyx's demands now.

"Shit...uuuugh, I can't wait to have you in me," Rylan sighed wistfully as he pulled Onyx's pants down further.

By the time Rylan had managed to get Onyx's jeans and boxers to his knees and expose his muscular thighs, Onyx could just barely twitch his fingers--the paralytics were starting to wear off. The aphrodisiacs and psychedelics still clouded his mind, though; for Onyx, his world was rippling and warping like heat waves in a desert, forming ethereal mirages...his loins burned with desire...the only thing in his mind was a compulsion, an innate command forcing him to...to...

"Heh, you know, I'm kinda glad things worked out this way," Rylan said, sliding Onyx's pants and boxers down to the rhino's ankles effortlessly now. As he pulled the clothes free--leaving Onyx completely bottomless while still sitting in the lounge chair--the tiger went on, "I wanted to get fucked bad tonight, and I think you're gonna be a good substitute for that bull at the club...been way too long since we've had some fun anyway..."

Onyx grunted; even in his addled state, he was ready to scoff at the blatant lie that Rylan had just told. It wasn't as if the tiger was sex-starved, he had sucked Onyx's dick just two days ago and received a satisfying load down his throat...but to a perpetually horny little bastard like Rylan, two days might as well have been an eternity.

The rhino curled his fingers into fists now, desperate to push himself out of his fucking chair--he was starting to get more motor control, but he wasn't in full command of his body yet...

But Rylan still moved with the slow and sultry air of an exotic dancer, unhurried and seductive as he now stood and pulled off his own tank top. "Besides, I know the real reason you stopped that guy from fucking me earlier."

The now-shirtless tiger tossed his neon yellow tank top onto the couch. The small rings pierced through his nipples flashed as they caught the light while he turned around. Rylan swayed his hips and striped tail as he bent over...and began pushing his skimpy black shorts down, revealing the white fur of his taut, perky ass.

"You were jealous...that he was gonna get...all of this," Rylan said teasingly, pushing his shorts down lower to his knees and bending further forward to show off his rump.

If Onyx's blood had been boiling before, it was practically exploding in his veins now as he got a good eyeful of Rylan's ass. He'd always appreciated the boy's rear in general--the tiger's thighs, covered with orange and black-striped fur, smoothly merged into his slim hips that curved outward in an almost feminine way, just right for Onyx to grab; his glutes, mostly orange but giving way to the white fur that formed a voluptuous heart shape on his cheeks, were toned with the perfect amount of cushion to give him a little extra bounce; his tight pucker, in a valley of white fur that stretched up between his cheeks and to the base of his raised tail, was just adorably small but so wonderfully stretchy...and in the center of the boy's taint, right behind the plump little white-furred balls that hung down from Rylan's pelvis, there was the stainless steel ring of the tiger's guiche piercing.

Onyx's heart thumped and his cock flexed again. His legs tensed and he shifted ever so slightly in his chair.

"And you want to be the only big guy who fucks me...right?" Rylan coyly asked as he turned around and stepped out of his shorts. Now completely naked (save for his piercings, necklace, and bracelets he still wore), he padded over to stand directly in front of Onyx, the tiger's semi-erect cock poking out from his sheath and gently wagging back and forth as he walked.

Onyx took a breath as Rylan approached him. He could feel his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest...his cock throbbed so hard...his stomach rose and fell as he began to breathe faster...he rolled his shoulders, just about ready...ready to...

"I mean, think about it; you let me play around with a bunch of other twinks, but you're the only big guy I've ever had sex with...you can't stand having anyone else like you fucking me, right?" the slender youth asked. "Am I like your property or something? Do you want to keep me all to yourself? I think you'd have to ask my dad if you want that," Rylan chuckled as he started getting into position to straddle Onyx in the chair. He positioned his legs and started lowering himself into the rhino's lap while he continued, "But you'd have to make sure you--"

Onyx didn't wait for Rylan to finish telling him what he'd have to do. With an explosive burst of energy, Onyx surged up from the chair, able to move on his own again at last. With the force of a speeding train, Onyx pushed Rylan up with him before slamming the boy hard on his back on the adjacent couch.

"Oof! Hllk!" Rylan's world spun, and in the blink of an eye, the tiger landed on the couch with Onyx on top of him; he gasped, winded, before he wheezed, as the rhino had quickly clenched a vise-like, meaty hand around his throat, choking him into silence.

All Onyx saw was a red haze and a dumb slut underneath him begging for punishment, and he could hardly hear himself over his pulse pounding in his ears as he growled into Rylan's face, "You need to stop fucking talking--all I wanna hear from you is screaming."

Rylan's eyes widened--there was no mercy in Onyx's gaze.

Only intense, enraged lust.

"Nonono, wait I--hlk!" The tiger choked as he flailed, trying to get free, but Onyx held him by the throat and waist, pinning him down with his own weight.

"I--haah!" Rylan rasped breathlessly when Onyx forced his legs apart with his own indomitable thighs.

"Shut. Up!" Onyx snarled, pushing his pelvis down to better align with Rylan's groin.

With a frenzied thrust of his hips, Onyx managed to angle his cock to slide beneath Rylan's balls and up against his taint, rubbing the boy's guiche piercing in the process. The rhino's cockhead found its target like a guided missile as his member forced its way in between the struggling tiger's cheeks; the fat, blunt tip of Onyx's glans made contact with the clenching, fleshy star of Rylan's hole, and as much as Rylan struggled to get out from under Onyx...the tiger's legs instinctively spread wider, an involuntary reaction to receive the hostile invader. But Onyx needed no invitation; he started grinding, pressing the tip of his cock against Ryan's ass hard--much harder than simple teasing...he was pushing to enter already, pushing to sink in past the tight ring of muscle with no preparation at all.

"Hngh! Lu-hngh!" Rylan tried to yelp for lube...but Onyx's hand tightened around his throat. A pang of fear stabbed through the alcohol and cocaine in his system when Rylan realized that the best he could hope for was the scant beads and thin film of slimy precum clinging to Onyx's cock.

"Hrrrmph!" Onyx grunted, shoving his hips forward again in a violent jerk.

"Haaaangh!" Despite the rhino strangling him, Rylan choked out a cry as Onyx forcibly penetrated him--a stinging pain seared through his ass and made him clench even tighter, desperate to prevent the huge man's cock from going any deeper...but Rylan would be lying if he didn't feel a twinge of pleasure at the same time.

Onyx clenched his teeth and snorted, satisfied that he was finally getting into the tiger--in one thrust, he'd driven his cock halfway into Rylan, stretching the boy open around his girth. Rylan's ass hugged tightly around him, involuntarily spasming in shock and pain as it smothered the upper half of his dick in its hot, humid confines. But this was only the start. He needed more, desperately ached for more...and Onyx grunted as he pushed his advance, his cock roughly dragging against Rylan's soft and tender flesh.

"Hngh!"

"Aaah...mmmffuuuuh!" Rylan whimpered and mumbled in protest as he feebly squirmed. The friction of Onyx's barely-lubed dick grating against his delicate insides burned, the stretch of the rhino's broad and beefy manhood made it feel like Onyx was splitting him in half, and his muscles strained to accommodate the fat, throbbing pillar that was relentlessly sliding into him. And yet, Rylan couldn't deny that wonderful sensation of being so utterly filled, that sense of completion of having another man (especially such a thick, studly beast like Onyx) inside of him.

"I...hnnghuuuh!" Rylan wheezed as inch after inch of rhino meat torturously slid into him--in addition to being choked by Onyx's hand around his neck, Rylan felt like any air he had left in his lungs was being pushed out by Onyx's cock entering him and the heavy man's weight bearing down on top of him.

"Ungh...pathetic," Onyx growled, leering down at Rylan--the tiger's face was twisted with breathless, eye-watering pain and desperation. "Gonna make you..."

Rylan shuddered as Onyx shoved the final two inches of his cock into Rylan's ass; the rhino huffed when his pelvis connected with the tiger's rump. Onyx groaned, savoring the feeling of the boy's hot, wet guts snugly wrapped around his baseball bat of a cock. "Fucking..."

Onyx took a breath before he drew his hips back in one swift movement, yanking his member completely out of Rylan.

"Huuungh!" Rylan gasped at the sudden void left behind in his ass--as much as it hurt to have Onyx buried deep inside of him, it was agony to have all nine inches of solid rhino cock ripped out of him. He spread his legs wider without meaning to, as if his body was acting by itself, begging to have Onyx in him again.

"Scream!" Onyx bellowed when, in another violent thrust, he plunged back into Rylan, hilting himself completely in the young tiger's ass.

"Haaaaa!" Rylan cried out; he tossed his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and jolted in shock when Onyx forcefully drove balls-deep into him.

"Heh, that's nothing!" Onyx yelled mockingly over Rylan's cry. "I said I wanna hear you scream!"

The rhino didn't even wait for Rylan to suck in another strained lungful of breath--Onyx braced himself on top of the tiger, pulled his dick halfway out of the tight, clenched ass...

And then Onyx fucked. Hard.

Whumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhump...

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap...

There was no build-up, no incremental increases in speed and power--just raw, rough, animalistic fucking. Onyx couldn't contain himself, couldn't even think of the concept of "restraint"; he was a slave to his libido, pure and simple. His body, his base instincts, and the chemicals from the Flashbang sticker still on his neck were in control now--Onyx was just along for the ride.

"Hngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" Onyx huffed in short, guttural snorts in time with his rapid humping. His heart thundered and his muscles tensed as he repeatedly impaled the boy under him on his cock; this was what he had been waiting for, and Onyx was almost overwhelmed by the euphoric ecstasy flooding his system.

What was more, through the dizzying pleasure, every physical sensation was amplified for Onyx; he could feel every beautiful, tantalizing ripple of Rylan's innards, the boy's body shuddering around his cock was like a perfect vibrator, the tiger's fur against his skin the softest and most alluring texture he'd experienced, the heat rising between him and Rylan...all of it just made Onyx fuck harder.

Whumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhump...

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap...

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!"

The rhino's hips pumped back and forth and his cock jackhammered into Rylan, invasively barging into the boy's guts and stretching them wide around his arousal. Onyx could feel the distinct bump of Rylan's prostate and he hit it with every stroke of his cock, pounding against the sensitive gland again and again with every thrust.

With Onyx's hand still tightly clasped around his throat, Rylan moaned and whimpered; his whole world was dominated by the rhino, with Onyx taking up his entire field of vision and energetically fucking him so hard. The tiger's chest and stomach fluttered as he tried to catch his breath, but the rhino's assault was relentless. All Rylan could do was lie there underneath Onyx and flop like a rag doll as the rhino's powerful fucking jostled him back and forth on top of the couch. Onyx pushed Rylan down into the sofa's cushions as he vigorously rutted--the rhino went at it so powerfully and with such ferocious strength that the whole couch began quaking.

"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Fuck! Yeah! Ngh! Fuck!" Onyx continued to grunt, punctuating his savage fucking.

The rhino's hips rolled in a natural and aggressive rhythm--Onyx was like a turbo-charged engine, fucking fast and forcefully. As his pelvis beat against Rylan's ass, his hips slapped hard against the tiger's spread thighs. He repeatedly speared his cock into Rylan at high speed; the feline clenched around him, making Onyx even dizzier and more frantic with lust and pleasure while he screwed his brains out. He couldn't get enough of the heat, of the tight grip on his cock, of the schlop-schlop-schlop sounds of his member punching in and drawing out of Rylan's ass...

"Nnnngh...fffffuck yesssss!" Onyx hissed, his short, whip-like tail thrashing from the pure bliss radiating through his body.

His testicles, hefty and churning out even more cum now that he was properly fucking at last, dragged on the sofa cushion and bumped against Rylan's rear; he kept one hand wrapped around Rylan's throat while he used his other hand to keep the boy's waist pinned to the couch; his solid, industrial tank of a belly--still hidden by the tight white t-shirt he wore--hung down on and shoved against Rylan's slender frame beneath him, the burly man's momentum making his gut bounce and bang against the helpless tiger's stiff cock and balls. And even though Onyx's gun was secure in its holster strapped to his shoulder, the weapon still jostled heavily against the rhino's chest with the force of his brutal fucking.

Whumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhump...

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap...

For his part, Rylan gasped and choked out strained mewlings while Onyx forcefully entered him again and again. The tiger could hardly breathe, he was in so much pain, and yet...so much...pleasure from the rhino's cock filling him and squeezing his prostate...Onyx's weight on top of him, keeping him secure...his dick rubbing against Onyx's stomach, leaking pre onto the older man's shirt...the rhino's hand around his throat, controlling him completely, signifying who was really in charge, telling him that he was just a toy for Onyx's pleasure, a breeding mount for the rhino to use...but fuck, did it hurt so much! His whole body ached from the absolute heft of Onyx's cock forcing him open again and again--the pleasure Rylan felt was outmatched and outgunned by the torture of being wrecked with extreme prejudice. Rylan clenched his fists and curled his toes, he forced himself to focus on breathing, he kept his head rolled back and his eyes shut, he alternated between biting his lip and letting his mouth hang open, trying anything and everything to cope with the pain of being so ruthlessly ravaged.

"Aaah...hngaaah...hlk...nghuuuh!" Rylan wheezed.

"Fuck yeah...hrrrngh...take it!" Onyx snorted, plowing the young tiger under him in a haze of drug-fueled lust.

As the minutes dragged on, with Onyx fucking Rylan there on the couch, sweat stains began to form on the back, front, and arm pits of the rhino's shirt; more sweat dripped from Onyx's brow and down onto Rylan, who kept helplessly bouncing back and forth; the tiger's necklace and bracelets jangled while the rings pierced through his perky, erect nipples flopped back and forth on his chest; Rylan leaked even more precum on Onyx's stomach; the couch continued to shake with every powerful thrust of Onyx's hips...

But still Onyx kept fucking. Rylan's living room reeked of sex and masculinity now, and the scent in Onyx's nose was deliciously intoxicating. His cock throbbed and pulsated with need, compelling him to fuck harder and harder, and Rylan's tight hole was so sublimely perfect for this kind of raw mating. The tiger's humid body heat was so inviting, his guts so exquisitely cozy and beautifully textured with ripples and folds of soft, wet tissue, ready to glaze with a thick coating of rhino cum...Onyx's loins were burning, aching with the need to explode as Rylan spasmed and clenched, squirmed and writhed--the rhino was nearly delirious with how badly he wanted to cum, and Rylan's whimpering only made Onyx even more desperate to dump his load in the boy's ass. Onyx hurled himself deep into the tiger, grinding against Rylan's innards as he quickly thrust in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out, but he needed...he needed...

"Hngh! Alright, c'mere," Onyx gruffly rumbled, forcing himself to stop for just a moment.

Rylan was too stunned and weak to resist as the rhino roughly grabbed his legs...raised them...and rested his ankles on his shoulders, spreading the tiger's hole even more and giving Onyx a better angle of attack.

A fact which the rhino was more than eager to take advantage of.

With Rylan readjusted, Onyx took hold of the lithe feline's shoulders, using them like handles to keep him in place while his bodyweight kept the boy pinned down...and Onyx resumed fucking just as ferociously, just as savagely...but this time, he plunged even deeper, forcibly plowing through Rylan's second ring. The tight sphincter unwillingly opened around the bluntly tapered shaft, Onyx's cock penetrating it like a torpedo piercing through a porthole half its size.

And now that Rylan wasn't being choked anymore, he could make full use of his lungs.

"Ah...aaaahhh...haaaaaah!" Rylan yowled loudly.

"Yeeeeaah, that's it, keep going!" Onyx yelled, pumping hard into the tiger.

Whumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhumpwhump...

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap...

"Haaaayaaaahaaaaahh!" Rylan's hollering bounced with Onyx driving into him, and the tiger's voice rang in the rhino's ears...but it still wasn't full-blown screaming.

Which meant Onyx wasn't satisfied yet (not least because he still needed to unload his balls in the tiger). With Rylan effectively folded in half underneath him, Onyx kept violently smashing into the boy's ass, his cock a rock-hard, pulsating battering ram that spread Rylan open deeper and deeper. Unseen to either Onyx or Rylan, the ring of muscle of the tiger's anus had already begun to puff up, bruised and battered from the rhino's aggressive pounding; its elasticity was beginning to loosen little by little, and the tiger's rectum was slowly turning into a hungry maw, better accepting Onyx's member the long the rhino kept fucking Rylan, but it wasn't loose enough yet to make the boy slack and gaping. Onyx groaned, relishing the still-tight, moist heat that embraced him balls-deep, the squirming and futile clenching of Rylan's muscles around him...

"Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Fuck! Yeah! Right in there! Be a good bitch and take it! Hngh!" Onyx snorted and puffed, driving himself wild.

By now, the mix of Onyx's sweat and precum and Rylan's own bodily secretions had formed a passable form of weak lube that made it even easier for the rhino to rapidly slide in and out of the tiger's ass with a wet schlup-schlup-schlup, but all the lube in the world wouldn't have been enough to ease Rylan's agony of being so powerfully fucked, so deeply penetrated, and stretched so wide. Rylan had taken Onyx plenty of times before, but the rhino had always been tender and gentle with him, as if the bodyguard was afraid of hurting him--there was no such fear or restraint now, though, not with the Flashbang having turned Onyx into a horned-up barbarian like this. Onyx was hostile in his fucking, as if he was doing everything he could to break Rylan.

And Rylan couldn't take it anymore. Onyx was stuffing his cock into the tiger so quickly and forcefully, plunging into him and making him lose control, to the point of...

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Rylan screamed as Onyx rammed into him especially forcefully, practically obliterating his prostate.

"Hnnngh! Yeah, that's it! Hrrngh!" Onyx bellowed triumphantly, savoring the high-pitched keening of the boy's pain and pleasure. His hips were a blur now, pumping incessantly and driving his cock hard and fast into Rylan's battered and abused hole. "Keep...screaming...bitch!"

Rylan couldn't stop howling even if he'd wanted to; Onyx was fucking him so hard that the tiger screeched at the top of his lungs.

"AAAAAH! HAAAAAIIEEEEE! WAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAHH!" Rylan wailed throughout Onyx's unrelenting assault.

"Mmmf! Hooo! Yes! Fuck!" Onyx yelled, still frantically hilting himself into Rylan like a piledriver on steroids. "That's it...take it...take it all...be a good bitch for me!"

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Onyx's testicles now smacked hard against Rylan's upturned rear, banging the boy's anal cleft and grazing the underside of the base of his tail. Hearing Rylan scream--combined with his heightened arousal and the drugs from the Flashbang--was enough to make Onyx fuck like a rampant beast. His body was moving on its own, utterly enslaved by his carnal impulses. The rhino wasn't just pummeling Rylan into submission with this show of force, he was fucking the young brat into a quivering wreck...and somewhere, deep in the recesses of his drug-addled mind, Onyx knew he'd wanted to do something like this for so long, and now at long last...he was putting Rylan in his place...and it felt so goooooooooood...

"Huuuungh...oh fuck! Oooooooh ffffuck!" Onyx whooped--his thrusting was getting more erratic now, more furious. The rhino was on the verge of exploding, he just--

"HAAAAAAAAAA! PLEEEEEHEEEEEAAAAASE!" Rylan screamed, practically beside himself with agonizing pleasure and euphoric pain. He spasmed and clenched again on Onyx, his body acting on its own to tease the rhino, to milk him.

"Hngh! Hngh! HNGH! HNGH!" Onyx huffed loudly, working himself up...more, more, more, crazily rutting the tiger's ass.

Onyx's cock throbbed and flexed in the tight, wet tunnel that engulfed him like a fleshlight...his balls ached as they drew up tight...his pelvis banged hard against Rylan's rump, making the tiger's legs jump and jolt while they rested on his shoulders...Rylan was holding onto the couch cushion under him for dear life while he howled out his need...the boy's feet were above his head, Onyx was pushing his legs so far forward and folding his torso so tightly...sweat continued to drip along Onyx's snout and fall to the tiger's chest and face...the rhino's belly rapidly swayed back and forth on top of Rylan's own cock and balls while Onyx buried himself in the boy again and again, smashing his prostate into oblivion, stretching him as wide as possible, thrusting deep into Rylan's guts...

Onyx grunted and tensed as he humped Rylan and pressed down even harder, folding the boy under him into an even more compact fucktoy.

His body tingled with need.

His heart fluttered and his boiling blood pounded in his veins.

There were no thoughts at all in Onyx's mind, except that he was close, so agonizingly close--

"HAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOONYYYYYYYX!"

And hearing Rylan hysterically scream his name pushed the rhino over the edge.

"HNNNGH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Onyx roared loudly enough to shake rafters and wake the dead--he kept pumping his hips, kept nonstop thrusting into Rylan as his cock spasmed, his balls constricted, and hot fresh cum spurted from his manhood and into the tiger. It was too good to even think of stopping to catch his breath, Onyx had to keep going, had to keep fucking even though he was cumming hard, harder than he'd ever cum in his entire life.

Rylan was screaming the whole time, wordlessly shrieking for mercy as his own climax erupted like a volcano; the young tiger's seed shot in thin ropes from his painfully-erect cock and splattered onto Onyx's sweat-stained shirt. He kept his hands clenched on the couch cushion while his member trembled violently with his ejaculation, and he shuddered and shook from head to toe. Rylan could barely feel the heat of Onyx's cum being injected into him compared to the heat that had already built up during the rhino's fucking, but he managed to groan as he felt Onyx dump his heavy load that began to make his innards bloat and swell.

Onyx gruffly rumbled while he continued humping Rylan, his stamina and aggression unwavering; his orgasm was an intense shock, a perpetual tsunami of pleasure that nearly pushed him out of his own body. At the same time, thick, viscous gushes of cum blasted from his cock in high-volume surges, filling every nook and cranny inside the tiger's aching ass. The rhino was like an oil well that had suffered a catastrophic explosion, spewing out a torrent of spooge that slimily spilled into Rylan's guts. And with his persistent thrusting, his cock (still stiff as a board and still spasming as it continued firing rope after rope of musky seed) began to churn his cum into a sludgy, messy slop...

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

And soon the messy cum that Onyx was mixing (and still dumping) in Rylan's ass began to overflow and spill out in gooey, sticky globs. It formed snot-like strings as it clung to the rhino's skin while it dripped down along his shaft and over his balls...before splattering down to the couch cushion. More of his jizz trickled along Rylan's lower back, gumming up his fur and making a sticky trail.

Rylan's chest rose and fell as he did his best to recover from the prolonged assault on his ass. He had no more energy left to scream or even try to struggle--his throat was raw from howling so much, and he felt like he'd blown a fuse from how powerfully he'd orgasmed. Overstimulated, fucked into a stupor, and spent beyond belief, all he could do was blearily gaze up at Onyx and weakly whimper, "P-please...n-no...no more...I-I...On...Onyx, I c-can't...s-st..."

The rhino huffed...and grinned madly down at Rylan...but he just kept plunging into the boy's ass.

Plap!

"Ah!" Rylan gasped.

Plap!

"Ngh!"

Plap!

"Angha!"

Plap!

"Hmmf!"

Onyx continued humping despite the fact that his orgasm was beginning to simmer down at last; his testicles (feeling like they'd turned themselves inside out in the course of his climax) had relaxed and the flow of cum from his cock was ebbing to an ooze, and then to a stop...but he wasn't ready to call it a night yet. He was still hard, could feel his nuts already starting to produce more sperm he needed to unload, and the urge to fuck was as strong as ever. Onyx needed to cum again...and again...and again. He didn't know how many times he'd need to breed Rylan, but once definitely wasn't enough, and he already knew that twice wasn't going to cut it...but then, the rhino didn't care about the exact number. All he cared about was using the tiger to get his rocks off.

"Oh no...fuckmeat like you doesn't get to stop," the rhino growled as he kept thrusting into Rylan. Onyx huffed and snorted before he abruptly halted and sat back, yanking his cock completely out of the tiger's ass with a wet sucking sound.

"Hngh!" Rylan yelped at the sudden withdrawal, paying no attention to the small river of excess cum that also spilled from his thoroughly stretched and loosened hole.

Onyx shook Rylan's legs from his shoulders, allowing the boy's torso to unfold and letting Rylan lie fully supine on the couch...but only for a moment before the rhino leaned forward, grabbed him by the waist and shoulder, and lifted...and then bodily flipped the exhausted tiger onto his belly.

"Unf!" Rylan grunted when Onyx, in a flash, mounted him--the boy's face was pushed into the couch cushion, and his back strained to accommodate the rhino's weight on top of him.

Onyx spread Rylan's ass, revealing the prominent, fleshy doughnut that the rhino had created out of the boy's sphincter; it throbbed and glistened wetly with the coating of cum on it, and Rylan weakly clenched in a futile attempt to close his spread and stretched orifice...but he only managed to contract the loosened muscle by less than a millimeter, and it still hung open. Onyx, eager to get back inside the warm, wet, and thoroughly ruined tunnel he had just bred, hurriedly shoved his cock into the boy's busted O-ring yet again. The rhino's entrance this time was much smoother than when he first penetrated the tiger that evening (thanks to his own sloppy seconds he was about to use), but Rylan still gasped sharply when Onyx's cock pressed on his tender hole and he grunted as his sore ass spread once again to accept the invading member.

"Ah!" Rylan clenched his teeth, trying to endure the sensation of Onyx's fat cock greasing grinding against his raw and aching innards--he spasmed and tried to pull himself out from under Onyx, but the smaller and weaker tiger was well and truly trapped under the rhino's heft.

"Mmf! Buckle up, kid...you're not going anywhere," Onyx huffed in the young tiger's ear as his pelvis connected with Rylan's rump.

And then...

Plaplaplaplaplaplap!

Onyx's hips began pumping up and down at a rapid tempo as he resumed fucking Rylan in earnest again, not even giving Rylan a moment's respite as he kicked off a new round of carnal ravaging.

"Hmmmmm, fffffffuck yeah...that's a good cunt," Onyx grunted lewdly.

Rylan groaned, feeling the rhino's girthy, stiff cock press down against the inner wall of his abdomen now that Onyx was fucking him from behind and above.

"You fucked me over...and you're gonna pay the price," the rhino rumbled, his hips pounding powerfully against Rylan's ass.

Plaplaplaplaplaplap!

Rylan could only lie there beneath Onyx as the rhino ground him into his couch with every thrust.

"Hngh...hnnff...gonna fuck you so much...your brains are gonna be...filled with cum...by the time I'm done with you," Onyx growled as he humped the young tiger pinned under him. "Heh...maybe that'll help you stop being such a little brat...make you into...a good bitch instead..."

As Onyx slammed into him again and again--just as savagely and energetically as he had earlier during his first round of fucking--Rylan whimpered. He'd just wanted to have some fun with Onyx and get the big guy in the mood to play, but the Flashbang still stuck to the rhino's neck had clearly done too good of a job. And Rylan--writhing under Onyx and weakly curling and splaying his toes in an attempt to handle the overwhelming pleasure and pain of being so brutally bred again--was just starting to realize that he was in for a very long night with his bodyguard.