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The Royal Oak

Chapter 2: Cruel and unusual

It was shortly just after midnight, as the last toll of the cathedral bell rang out across the city, that the grey tabby was woken by the weight of someone straddling his body. He opened his eyes wide in shock as a large paw pressed down over his face and a gruff voice said "Not a sound. If you make any noise I'll fuck you up, do you understand?"

The cat peered through the gloom at the dark shape above him, two lighter lines running up its muzzle, dark eyes glinting in the depth of shadow. He nodded his head and the paw was removed, only to grab his left arms and drag it roughly upwards, while another paw did the same with his right. When they were both in front of him the figure quickly tied them together, the rough cords biting into his flesh. He let out a tiny squeak and a paw lashed out, striking him across the face "What did I tell you?" Whispered the voice angrily, white teeth bared and his claws clearly outlined against the pale square of the curtained window. "Do I have to rough you up?" The cat shook his head. "Good. Now keep your mouth shut, bitch."

The badger reached to the bedside table, pulling over a piece of cloth that he bound round the feline's eyes, plunging him into total darkness. Completely helpless he felt himself turned over and his tail lifted with a savage tug. He bit his lip trying not to squeal, and he heard the sound of spitting and felt it hit his tight pink tailhole, before something large but fortunately well lubricated was pressed against his opening and slowly forced in. His fur bristled and he exhaled sharply, his face pressed into his pillow.

Once the butt plug was pushed in he felt himself being yanked to his feet and pulled towards the door. "I'm taking you outside so we can play. Then you can squeal all you like." A large paw slapped his arse, and claws were trailed through his fur before he was unceremoniously pushed out the door.

Fortunately he knew his house well, so he avoided too many bruises from bumping into things, but his assailant was not careful, and if he slackened his place he earned another slap across the backside. By the time he felt the cool wind on his fur as they stepped outside his rump was slightly sore, although at least his arsehole was starting to loosen up around the large toy.

The cool, dew damp grass felt pleasant against his paws as he was marched across to an area in the beer garden behind the pub where a trellis and some tree screened it off from the building. A few weeks before one of the older trees had come down in a summer storm and he was forced down on his front over the log. The cord around his arms was bound to a branch so that he was had to lie across the rough bark.

"Here's how this game is going to work. I'm going to whip you with this riding crop. If you make any noise I win and I fuck you. If you don't then you win, and your reward is I fuck you. Simple isn't it?" The tabby nodded slightly and felt the sharp pain of the crop across his bare arse. "Nod like you mean it." He nodded again, more clearly, fighting back tears of pain.

With that the whipping started, gently at first, gradually getting harder. It made a cracking noise through the air, but the other bedrooms were round the front, so he had no hope of rescue. He bit his lip until his sharp teeth drew blood, but eventually he couldn't take any more and he moaned and sobbed as the thin leather of the riding crop sliced across his cheeks.

"I win" Said the voice in the darkness. "Let's get this out of you and have some fun." The cat felt claws fumbling for the edge of the toy and then could feel it being pulled out of him, until it came out with an audible pop.

He turned his ears to try to detect his tormentor, expecting any moment to feel himself violated. What he felt instead was a hot stream of liquid hitting his gaping arsehole, much of it going inside and the rest pouring over his balls and down his exposed cock. He could tell from the sharp smell of it what it was and he let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a mewing noise.

The flow seemed to go on forever and as his hole closed up two fingers were forced in to hold him open. Finally it eased off and he could hear the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Now at last came what he had been expecting, a large cock forced into him. He felt the hot fluid inside him slosh with each thrust, some of it escaping each time the dick was pulled out.

The thrusting elicited a mixture of pleasure and pain, his hole burning slightly with the intrusion but a feeling of arousal flowing through him as the muscles in his arse rippled around the shaft driving in like a piston. A weight bore down on him and he felt a hot breath on his neck before a voice murmured into his ear "Piss for me you dirty bitch." All resistance gone the feline relaxed his bladder. His barbed shaft was pressed between the rough bark and his belly so it had nowhere to go except up through his fur, the scent of it filling his sensitive nostril.

The breathing above him became more and more ragged, until finally with a deep grunt the badger on top of him came. As he did so he bit his sharp teeth into the tabby's shoulder and the fragile feline couldn't take any more, cumming hard, his hot seed mixing with the piss in his soft grey belly fur.

The badger collapsed on top of him, pressing him down for a moment. Then he felt a gentle kiss to the back of his head and the badger pulled away the blindfold with his teeth. Bright silver moonlight blinded Paul until the clarity of his night vision returned. He looked up to see his badger untying the knots that held his arms bound together and to the tree, and when they were loose he rubbed the life back into them, pins and needles prickling up them as the blood returned.

Sitting on the log he closed his eyes at the pain of the whip strokes across his bottom. Suddenly he felt himself swept up in strong arms and smelled the familiar musk of the badger he curled up next to every night.

"So what did you think of your surprise?" asked the badger, looking down at him. "Perfect" Paul replied, letting out a contented purr and nestling into those arms. "I'm glad you liked it. Happy birthday, sweet pea."