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The doorbell rang.

Kayan waited anxiously for his next customer to appear. He stood, looking pretty in his sleek black-latex leggings and gloves; with a frilly maid's outfit that was most definitely overused, but far too cute; and a matching maid's bonnet holding back his long blonde hair. He was the spitting image of a girl; a feat pulled off greatly by his natural slender build. Honestly, there were only two major telltales, but they were enough to let you see the man behind the skirt. First was naturally flat chest that came enhanced only by the small gelled cups on the inside of the one-piece's bust. The second was partially hidden beneath the puffed out skirt; only partially because it was so short that every time he moved, the swaying would give off a peek of his panties. Yes, hidden beneath them was a prominent bulge, and as the mere feel of the silky material against his package gave him a bit of a thrill, there was also a dampened filmy area around the tip of said bulge.

After a moment of waiting, rocking back and forth on the high-heeled stilettos (also a brilliant jet-black), he could begin to hear footsteps coming from the other side.

The door opened.

Kayan took a step back, nearly tripping over in his inexperience with women's footwear. This was not what he was expecting at all. To be more accurate, this wasn't who he was expecting. The message he had read off his personals website clearly stated female. And yet, he was staring at a monster of a male lupine, who by contrast looked like a bear compared to his own feline form. Talk about muscles! Kayan could see their power even through the way the creature opened the door with care. He was completely grey from ear to foot; a darker grey that tapered off to white around his belly and crotch, as well as one big stripe along his backside extending all the way to the tip of his large, bushy tail. Most importantly to the lynx's situation, however, was just how easy it was to tell his sex from first glance. The red speedo was honestly unnecessary in Kayan's mind, as it wasn't nearly enough to contain the massive wolfcock that protruded out one of the leg holes, that was seemingly just under a foot even in it's currently limp state.

Needless to say, Kayan was struck speechless by the towering wolf's form framed in the doorway. It was the perfect chance for the wolf to usher in his new catch, as Kayan felt himself pulled in, and the door slammed loudly behind him. The lynx took a moment to gather his surroundings. He was in a fairly minimalistic living room, complete with a surprisingly long sofa and big screen tv. Bookcases filled with various items lined the walls on either side, while several other passages leading to other rooms were noticeable as well. It took only a moment to sweep the area before Kayan moved on to the next obvious course of actions: finding some answers.

"Where is Tiffany? I'm supposed to... errrm.. 'meet' someone named Tiffany here," the lynx managed to say, though he was admittedly beginning to feel overwhelmingly embarrassed in his current outfit. Being dressed this way in front of a girl... well, all that mattered is that he wasn't comfortable at all with other guys knowing that he was a crossdresser, even if it was only a show for a few extra bucks from the more exotic women out there.

"Heh heh... I am Tiffany, stupid," the wolf answered coldly in a somewhat gruff voice befitting his stature.

"But... but you aren't a girl."

"Very observant of you. Oh, how I love the trusting ones! They're so easy to reel in..."

Kayan was only just now beginning to understand. He knew that he was in danger at that moment; and his face must have shown it, because the beast of a wolf had already made his way between him and the door and had locked several latches to prevent an escape.

"You know, 'Shawna'," the wolf spoke using Kayan's online name; the one from the personals site they had fatefully met on, "you shouldn't be so blind and trusting of people you don't even know. I think you'll learn that very soon, the hard way."

Kayan's eyes widened. He couldn't help it... he froze up. This was so unexpected that even while the brute advanced on him, he couldn't move. His knees buckled and quaked, and he nearly fell to them out of fright as the wolf grabbed him by the hair and yanked him hard to the floor. Kayan let out a yelp, and then a much louder screech as he was dragged by his light, red locks across the living room carpet and towards the stairs. Kicking and clawing wasn't enough to stop this creature's might, and the wolf became only more and more abusive with the resistance the lynx was giving. But pain overcame resistance when they reached the stairs. The first klunk produced a high pitched yelp from the helpless lynx. Kayan felt the back of his head nearly splitting open with each step; his hair almost giving way and threatening to rip from its roots at any moment. It was quite surprising that it survived the trip up the stairs to begin with.

By now, Kayan was merely half-conscious. Thankfully, the gashes and bruises would be covered up by his hair, not that he had the time to worry about such trivial things like that; because the journey continued, only with less struggling. Kayan was slipping in and out of consciousness by the time they had reached a very ominous looking door. It was very unlucky that he blacked out entirely for a moment while his body was dragged into the open doorframe.

If the last few minutes had all been a blur, the next few were completely incomprehensible. Kayan managed to pull himself back into the living world every now and then, though he almost wished he didn't have to by the third or so time. Why? Because each time his eyes could come back into focus, his situation was beginning to look all the more dire. The first time, he followed several clues to figure out he had been sprawled out atop a bed. The soft comforter and springy mattress did little to alleviate the pain in his backside, however. His head rest against several gaudy, bright red, heart-shaped pillows made out of some crushy material. As he tossed his aching head from side to side, the crumpling sound was like a jackhammer, pounding directly against his brain. He squirmed around the best he could, while a barely recognizable laughter rang through his ears; coming from somewhere near his feet. Before he could turn his attention towards it, he was out cold again.

The second time, Kayan woke up in a less comfortable, far less appealing position. He lay belly down, though it was not his belly he was laying on. His knees had been shoved up to his chest, and bound by a thick cable around his middle, knotted tightly behind. Focusing more clearly, Kayan could feel that his arms were just now being drawn behind his back and cuffed together at the wrists. He grunted weakly in protest, but found himself drained of any energy he would need to fight it off. The final click as the heavy metal shackles were locked into place made him want to cry. They were tight enough to cut into the latex rubber of the lynx's gloves, though thankfully not so tight as to cut off the circulation. As his jailor was finished with those particular bindings, Kayan's mind was fading off back into dark nothingness.

A third awakening; and things were looking grim. This time Kayan was able to make out the shadowy figure, which was of course the wolf that had pulled him into this nightmare to begin with. Kayan was turned to face the bottom of the bed, where he was just about eyelevel with the crotch of this stranger, who was working with something in his hands. The lynx was forced to stare directly at *it*, to watch the wolf's endowment flop around unkempt by the paltry undergarments as he paced back and forth. It was clear when he had finished whatever it was he was doing, because the wolf was now bending over his quarry, putting himself nose to nose with Kayan.

"Go back to sleep, little priss. You aren't going to want to be awake through this; trust me."

The bound lynx gave a pathetic sob as he tried to muster the strength to say something, he didn't know exactly what; maybe to plead for his freedom, to beg for release. The problem was, his mind was slipping away again right on cue, and his captor could see it. A strong hand covered and shut Kayan's eyelids, as the last words he heard were:

"Don't worry, 'Shawna.' If you cooperate, you'll find things can go a lot more smoothly. Now nighty-night."

And just as the chill in his spine reached its peak, Kayan drifted off once again despite his best efforts. This time, the effect must have lasted far longer. Of course, his wolf master made perfect use of this time, and wasted none of it in finishing the bonds that would suppress his new slave...

Kayan awoke one last time to the startling realization that he could not see. Had it really been that long; had night fallen already? No, now he was sure he could feel some sort of fabric rubbing against his eyelids; it had to have been a blindfold. There were several other unsettling differences, all of them making him feel all the more uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what they were. One thing was certain, however: the room was completely quiet. That may not have meant that he was alone, though, as much as Kayan hoped it did. By testing his range of movement, he was able to determine the existence of his newest bonds: shackles that were not only around his wrists, but his ankles too. He was still scrunched up in the same position, but there was something more to his predicament that was most definitely much worse than that, and far less comfortable.

That thing was immediately recognizable due to the dry cottonmouth and a puddle of drool that he had been resting his chin in for a while now. The lynx's maw was wired open with a large "O" shaped metal ring; a ring gag. The taste of cold steel hung heavy in his mouth, as the ring was placed just in front of his teeth and large enough to stretch the lips tightly. It was also lined with curved spikes, which dug themselves into the skin to form an added physical pain were he to attempt to spit it out (which he of course had to learn the hard way). A set of leather straps held the device firmly in its place as a final assurance to this matter, one around his muzzle and chin, and the other around back.

There were several other restraint systems that could be felt, though the lynx was not able to fully understand the level of sophistication put into these bonds by mere feel. Two curved hooks held his nostrils flared open, attached to the base of his tail by a long leather strap. A harness of similar making had been put in place around his pelvis; with reinforced leather straps surrounding his waist and thighs. The harness featured a built in cock ring made of metal that had already been fitted around Kayan's sheath an balls. The final, perhaps most uncomfortable feature of all was a device similar to the ring gag in his mouth. This apparatus, however, stretched his butthole open; though in the same fashion, featuring little clawed hooks that dug into the flesh. The metal parts were sectioned off, connected to a stretchy rubber ring that would allow them to expand should the need arise.

The sudden implementation of all these devices of torture left Kayan foremost wondering: how long had he been out for? For whoever it was that did this to him to accomplish the deed, he must have been de-clothed entirely at some point. His worst fear (well, perhaps not his worst) was that he had suffered some kind of concussion during his trip up the stairs. Indeed, he felt light-headed and dizzy; weak and utterly helpless. Several gashes on his head were noticeable without sight due to the sheer throbbing pain that accompanied. But Kayan was almost numb to the pain, as his mind raced to answer questions it could not find answers to. What was going on? Had he really been tricked? Was the girl he was supposed to "rendezvous" with really that menacing wolf? Was he working alone? Was he in this room even now, watching his prey squirm?

The answer to that last question was no; at least not at the moment. Kayan could hear a faint sound in the other room (almost like silverware being taken from a drawer; the sound of metal clashing), but in here, things were dead silent; save for the faint humming of a fan oscillating in the far corner. This was good, as it gave him the chance to collect his swirling head. The lynx flopped around a little on the springy mattress, only to decide that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to move, as movement made his shackles clash and clank, and the last thing he wanted was to bring his captor back into the room. But it was so uncomfortable just laying there, all wrapped up like a present.

It was actually rather unfortunate that that awkward silence was about to be broken big time. The clanking and sifting noises had stopped, replaced with the heavy padding of footsteps across a linoleum floor. The noise made Kayan's whole body begin to tremble out of fear and anticipation. The footsteps grew louder, and a door on the far side of the room creaked open ominously. The doorframe allowed a piercing ray of light shine through the fabric of the blindfold to let Kayan know that the rest of the room must have been pitch black even though it was not even midday yet (or was it? He had been out for some time...). The lynx made certain not to move a muscle, pretending that he was still unconscious in hopes that whoever it was entering would leave him be. But a thought crossed his mind: what if it was someone here to rescue him?! Kayan couldn't contain himself.

"Mmmnnngaaa!! Haaaallpp!!!"

His cries were muffled and distorted by his forcefully gaping mouth. Kayan squirmed and kicked out with all of his might, knowing the whole scene was a little more than pathetic to watch.

"Shut your trap, little 'girl'."

The response he received was enough to make him want to die right then and there. The voice matched that of the wolf, whose image was already burned into his mind. Kayan's heart leapt to his throat as he could hear the wolf moving closer; the steps now muffled by the shaggy floor carpet.

"There are several simple rules you will follow from now on, Shawna," the wolf began. "First and foremost, I am your master, now. You will obey me, or you will suffer the consequences. I will decide on the correct form of discipline based on the severity of the situation. This means I will not tolerate any questioning my commands, is that clear?"

Kayan didn't know quite how to respond to this. All he could muster was a frightened nod, though he knew he wasn't actually agreeing with the circumstances.

"Nice to see your spirit is already broken," the wolf responded with such stabbing words, made worse by the hearty chuckle that followed. "I suppose you have so many questions to ask me. You're still confused, isn't that right?"

The lynx nodded again. It was definitely true; he still could not entirely wrap his mind around what was going on.

"I think you'll begin to understand more soon enough, whether you like it or not."

With that, Kayan felt his head yanked forward. Before he could even utter a gasp of surprise, his blindfold had been removed. It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust from the pitch black to darkness of the surrounding room. The shades had been drawn down on all of the windows, with the only sliver of light being what could be seen from beneath the crack of the doorway several feet away, directly beneath the foot of the bed. There were other doorways as well; he would have able to see with a quick sweep of his eyes. One was most likely a closet; the other was open and obviously led to the bathroom.

But there were more pressing concerns than his surroundings to be worried about right now, something that was dangling right between his eyes at the moment. The creature's penis hung heavily, and though it was limp, it gave off the overpowering scent of arousal that made Kayan gag a little. As the wolf wiggled his pelvis, the cock flopped against Kayan's nose, forcing him to turn his head away with an indignant grunt. The contact left a strand of translucent precum attaching lynx to wolf that just wouldn't seem to break no matter how Kayan shook his head. After watching the entertaining struggle for a moment, the wolf decided to be merciful, and swiped up the pre with his finger. He proceeded to rub his fluid along the tip of his cock in a circular motion, holding Kayan's head still with the other hand to make him watch.

"Lick it," the wolf commanded, and Kayan's face changed from a look of shock and confusion to a look of anger, and back to a look of fear and concern all in a matter of seconds. He stared up at the towering wolf with widened eyes, pleading eyes; the kind that said "I'll do anything if you just don't make me do this." After an incomprehensible mumbling from his prey, the wolf made it clear that he wasn't fooling around.

"What did I say about obedience, little Shawna? I had better feel that bristly kitten tongue of yours against my dick in the next five seconds, or else!"

Could the consequences be any worse than what he would have to endure in the first place? Kayan was pondering just that even as he obeyed his command. He poked his tongue out the slightest bit and gave a bit of a test lick, feeling his tongue pressing between the slit of the wolf's penis. It was warm to the touch, and left a lingering taste in Kayan's mouth that he had never experienced before. It took him a moment to place it, but he was sure he had lapped up more of the wolf's precum on accident. Without hesitation, Kayan was spitting madly in all directions to rid himself of the foreign taste. His predicament was greeted only with more rousing laughter, as his lupine captor began to pat him on the head with an intentional bit of force.

"Now, now; you can do better than that, my dear." Before there was any chance at resistance, Kayan felt his chin being lifted, and the cock to match. Soon, the pointed wuff tip was being pressed against his lips, smeared against his face; the wolf's balls bounced against his chin.

"Unnnnnnggg... s-op eeet!" the lynx protested, meaning to say 'stop it' obviously. As if that was going to do any good; because now the scent of sex was being rubbed into his face, while the wolf's appendage was beginning to look aroused. It pulsed and beat with the rhythm of its owner's heart, hardening further each time. All the while, the vicious looking wolf was actually softening, as the eruption of horniness made him drop his guard a little. It didn't help matters for Kayan, though; because while the face rubbing eventually came to a slow, the wolf then wasted no time in moving onward. His cock was now fully erect and positively dripping with anticipation. The next part was Kayan's worst fear come to life.

"How are you with blowjobs, Shawna?"

The words had barely been uttered, but Kayan knew that his fate was sealed. With an expression of horror, he began fighting the ring gag out of desperation, trying to shut his mouth even though he knew it was no use. "Nooo... Nooo..."

"I bet you're real good. You may not have had a whole lot of practice, but you never know how good you are until you try it," the wolf was already preparing, taking his firm erection in one hand as he held Kayan's writhing head still with the other. He moved himself forward slowly, as if to torture the lynx further. From the moment that meat was laid out between his open lips, Kayan had to fight back his tears. The wolf inched his hips forward, inserting himself all the way to the back of the lynx's throat, with plenty of length to spare. Its width would have stretched beyond what the metal ring (and by extension, Kayan's lips) could contain, were it to be pushed along further; and that was without taking into consideration the wolf's knot, which would have ripped him apart altogether. It rested atop his tongue, bathed in his saliva, which he dared not swallow.

"Go on, start sucking it," the wolf commanded. Kayan only rolled his eyes upward, giving a look that said 'there's no way...' while emitting a soft grumble of protest. But the wolf wasn't going to wait for his unwilling mate to act. He began to hump into the poor lynx's muzzle, using Kayan's cheeks to pull him along and guide his appendage inward. Knowing he was about to be face-fucked, Kayan was beginning to panic. His body thrashed about as he tried to wriggle his way backwards and away from the wolf's endowment, but the grip on his face held firm. He stared up at his captor with a pitiable look, begging him to stop with his eyes. But it didn't seem to mean a thing.

"I told you to start sucking, didn't I?"

Kayan knew what his captor wanted, but he couldn't do it; he just couldn't... could he? It was without a doubt the lowest point in his life when he started to bathe that meat in his saliva, giving himself up with what he felt was a minimalistic fight. It took a few test suckles for him to get used to it, and swallowing gave him the gross aftertaste of cock which made him want to gag. Maybe it was strange that he was eager and willing to act the part of a girl for other females, but had never dreamed of being on the receiving end of anything more than a strap-on. His shame could not have been greater, lest there was an audience to his predicament.

"That's a good girl. Now keep it up; and I want to feel some tongue!"

Kayan swallowed his pride (along with another load of foul tasting spittle) and weakly curved his tongue around the monstrosity invading his muzzle, giving it a bit of a flicker that seemed to drive the wolf wild. But this was not a good thing at all, because as the wolf began to groan out in pleasure, he also became more forceful in his euphoria. Grabbing hold of Kayan's headfur, the wolf began an arithmetic bucking of his hips. The lynx tried his best to compensate the increase in speed, curling his tongue and sucking each time the phallus scrunched against the back of his throat. At least the sucking suppressed his gag reflex a little.

The worst of it came after several grueling minutes of this, as the wolf began to groan quite lewdly at times, exclaiming such things as "That's it!" "D-don't let up!" and "Such a good bitch!" at regular intervals. His biggest worries, however, came from the other senses. Kayan could see an intense reddening of the flesh that was being pounded into him; he could feel the pure heat emanating from it. What's more, he was almost sure he was beginning to pick up a new taste with each swallow; one he was sure he was not supposed to be tasting. Kayan wasn't an idiot; and though he had never tasted male semen before, it wasn't too hard to put two and two together.

"Come on! Finish me, Shawna!" The wolf was clearly ready for that one last push that would send him over the edge. Now it was far too late for Kayan to prevent what he feared most. He began to get a queasy feeling in his stomach even before he took that one last suckle so different from all the rest; that suckle that left a surge of warmth gushing into his belly. Were it any other substance, the feeling may have actually been pleasant. It was the consistency of the fluid that made it terrible, actually. Semen has a unique gooey texture that, combined with its bitter taste, makes it peculiar to swallow unless you're used to it. But to Kayan, it was purely sickening; physically sickening in his case, as he began to gag and spew up the invasive fluid. With next to no room to escape, little streams of bubbly cum dribbled from the far corners of his mouth and down his chin. Perhaps the worst part of all was that it seemed to just keep coming.

The wolf held Kayan's head upright as he pumped him full of juice to the very last ounce. When it was finished, the wolf breathed a sigh of content that came right from the heart, and ripped himself out of Kayan's maw in a shower of mess. Semen still clung to the appendage in the open air, dripping off in the same manner it now drained from the vacant mouth of the lynx. As Kayan slumped down on the bed hacking and puking puddles of off-white jelly, the wolf watched with a look of pure satisfaction at the damage he had caused. In fact, he had dropped to his knees in order to be at eye level, and was smirking widely as his captive lynx was trying to collect himself.

"I have to admit, you aren't half bad at it. Are you sure you haven't had any practice?"

Kayan gave him a stare of anger at that crack, a stare broken as he coughed up a little more fluid. His tormentor only laughed some more at this response.

"HA! Nice to see a little spunk is left in you. I like my whores that way; it makes things more interesting. Now, what do you think? Think you could get used to that taste, Shawna? Do you think you could get used to blowing guys?"

The expression of response had not changed, though it seemed to grow quite a bit more timid. Kayan was blushing with humiliation, and though it didn't show through his furry cheeks, his embarrassment was still quite obvious.

"No? Well, maybe with a little bit more practice. You give good head, Shawna, to be honest; especially for one so young and... *ahem*... inexperienced. Good, but not great. I suppose we will have plenty of time to work on that, now, wont we?"

Kayan didn't like the sound of that. There was a clear implication there that the wolf's intentions were to keep him captive for a while longer. It was enough to make him whimper vocally, and now the tears which he had been fighting back earlier made their return, only this time he was without the strength to stop them.

The wolf caught on to this, and cradled Kayan's head in his arms with mock caring, swinging back and forth soothingly. "There there; it isn't all that bad. Everyone fights it at first, my dear; but you will adapt to your new role..."

"Euuuuu 'Olle?" the lynx tried to ask about that last remark, though he was certain he didn't truly want to know the answer.

"Yes. Your role as my slave," the wolf replied quite simply, as if it were a casual remark.

"...'Lave?"

"That's right. What did you think I lured you here for? Under a false name and character, of course... I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a customer so close to home," the wolf was beginning to spill the beans; to provide him with some real answers, though they were the answers he did not want to hear. "I've spent months tracking you down. You were the perfect match, Shawna; everything I'm looking for in a 'girl'. Feline, a sexy figure, a submissive with a penchant for bondage, and you have such a wonderful taste in clothing!"

Kayan drooped his head with embarrassment as the wolf looked him over, admiring the girly maid's persona the lynx had taken.

"But do you want to know the number one reason I chose you of all people? Do you? It wasn't because I was smitten with all those delightful pictures you have posted in your profile; which, by the way, make you look far too slutty. It certainly wasn't because you happened to be the cheapest whore I could find, because to be honest, you charge way too much dear. No, it was simply because you were the closest, and I needed a good, quick, easy fuck."

The harshness made Kayan cringe. But mostly it made him wonder: was he really in this mess just because he happened to live so close to this freak? What were the odds that out of the thousands of people frequenting this 'personals' site, that these two would find each other? Couldn't it have been somebody else, to be here in this bed in his place?

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually glad that it was you, now. I suppose I could have done worse. The only things you lack are a spine and obedience. Now the first thing is fine with me; I like it when they're easy to break down. As for the obedience, well, obedience can be learned. It's just like training a dog."

Before Kayan had a chance to be angry at the dog remark, the wolf was beginning to pack up. He started by pulling up the brilliant red speedo that had been at his ankles since he arrived; securing them around his genitals and making the necessary tucks. When he was ready, he made a swift turnaround; bashing his captive lynx in the face with his bushy grey tail; and made his way towards the exit to the staircase.

"...'ayyyt! Ouuuu 'ant eeeve eee eeer ike isss!" Kayan called out in his broken words, cursing the fact that he couldn't speak any bit of sense with this gag. Luckily, it was enough to catch the wolf's attention, because he had turned around to remove the gag momentarily out of curiosity, though not without a quick chuckle.

"What was that?" he asked, loosening the straps on the device just enough to allow the lynx to speak. That moment of freedom gave Kayan the chance to fight his terrible cottonmouth enough to speak normally.

"Y-you can't leave me here like this!"

The wolf grinned for a moment, before dropping the ring gag altogether; and Kayan thought for a moment he had struck a chord. But all his captor was doing was taking a moment to switch devices, pulling something that looked like a big red ball out of the nearby nightstand. The lynx felt fingers forcing his jaw open once more, but as always he didn't have a chance to react. The elastic strap had already been stretched over his head, and the ball stuffed between the fingers, placed behind the teeth and in the mouth. No, a ball gag was not much of an improvement.

"Don't worry Shawna; I'll be back for you tomorrow. Just gotta let myself rest a bit, regenerate my seed. In the mean time, I wouldn't want you crying for help. After all, there are other people in this neighborhood that might take kind to your plight. Besides, I need my sleep, and I'm sure you'll be bawling like a baby tonight."

With that, the wolf made to leave again. Kayan watched him make it to the door, where the blinding light pierced the room upon its opening.

"Oh, just one more thing! Speaking of babies, if you need to use the bathroom, I suppose I could supply you with a diaper. But I'm sure you wouldn't like that. No, you'll be fine for tonight... Sleep tight!"

And as his tormentor finally disappeared through the door, Kayan did indeed begin to cry.