Darker Fantasies
"You want to... what?" The leopard said it with alarm, and a growing nervousness that surpassed all the other times the wolf had made him nervous."You heard me." The wolf's voice was low and confident, as always. Though he rightly should have been embarrassed, he wasn't. Arch was blunt and upfront about what he wanted from the leopard, always. And he pursued his wants with a kind of infallible persistence and aggression that was sometimes scary.The leopard swallowed hard, and his tail twitched nervously. "But... you already tickle me all the time.""Teasingly, and for seconds at a time. Like a mate would do to his female while they're fooling around. It's... innocent. Harmless."The cat's ears folded back on his head at the implied insult. "You need to stop referring to me as a femal--""Shut up, kitty." Arch cut him off, raising up onto all fours and using his absurd, intimidating height to make his point. Ryker's lips pulled up in a half-hearted snarl at being told to shut up, so rude. But deep down, deeper than he would admit, the way Arch treated him satisfied him in ways he'd never felt before, in an almost masochistic way. He had no idea he was so submissive at heart, until he met a male that dominated him so thoroughly, in every way possible. The wolf responded to his adorable snarl with a devilish grin, showing off his own massive fangs. "What I'm talking about is not playful. You're not going to like it. And as incredibly ticklish as you are, you might feel as if you'd literally do anything to make me stop. But I won't."Again, the wolf's expression became stern and confident. You'd think he was talking about beating or mangling the poor cat. Ryker wanted to imply that Arch couldn't be serious about this, but one look at the wolf's handsome face told him otherwise. Arch didn't joke, not like that. Ryker realized he was standing stiffly, with his fore-legs tucked into his ribs, as if already trying to protect his tender sides from the wolf's claws. As much as the idea horrified him, he could tell how potently it turned Arch on. He could smell the lupine's musk heavy in the air, a musk he was intimately familiar with. If Arch weren't standing face-forward, he was sure he could have seen the wolf's heavy sheath already beginning to thicken with arousal. The leopard and wolf had been 'seeing' each other for more than two months at this point. An odd match, to be sure, especially for 'feral animals' such as themselves. If they weren't such a perfect sexual match for each other, the pair never would have made it this far. But as overwhelming as the wolf was, and even though he was horribly sore the first few times they had sex, the feline couldn't deny how attractive the alpha male was. Every time he saw the dominant canine, Ryker wanted to tuck his tail and bury his muzzle into the wolf's chest, and just let him have his way until they were too exhausted to continue.
Funnily enough, Ryker was usually the one that got tired first, and it should be no surprise that the alpha didn't stop until he got tired, which normally took quite a while, leaving Ryker no choice but to whine and take it.So when Arch described what he wanted to do to the cat--tickle torture--it scared Ryker for more than one reason. Again, he swallowed. "For how long?" He didn't want to sound like he was actually considering it, but had trouble saying no to Arch. Even if it meant it was going to leave him completely used and worn out. "I'm not going to tell you that. Until I get bored, or you pass out. Which ever happens first."Ryker's eyes went wide. "Pass out!?" Arch grinned that same warming grin, but the sadistic glint in his eyes belied the handsome charm in the wolf's chiseled features. "Don't worry. I'm pretty good at identifying when you're too short of breath to stay conscious. So I'll probably give you a few breaks, just to make sure I can tickle you a lot longer." The cat was so scared at this point he almost forgot to breath. With a big gulp of air, the feline shook his head. "Arch, you're not inspiring a lot of confidence here."The wolf rolled his eyes, as if the cat's fear was unimportant. In fact, it only seemed to make the big alpha even more excited. Arch took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them with a slow, confident stride. "I'm being polite by asking, you know." And that was certainly true. Arch was nearly two feet taller than Ryker when they were both on all fours, a height difference that was substantial for quadrupeds. And he out-weighed the cat by several hundred pounds of dense, sinewy muscle. He was no normal wolf, or even werewolf for that matter. He was an alpha male of a very powerful, magically inclined tribe of werewolves, and as far as normal wildlife was concerned, he was all but indestructible. Ryker had already discovered that his claws and fangs had nearly no effect on the wolf's tough skin. Unless the leopard got his muzzle around the wolf's huge testicles and bit down, he had no chance at damaging the great wolf. And that was to say nothing of their colossal difference in strength. If Arch wanted to hold Ryker down and tickle him, he would, and the cat wouldn't ever be able to budge him.The wolf continued, this time dragging his long muzzle along the cat's neck and shoulder as he passed by. The feline tried to keep his eyes stationary, but he couldn't stop his gaze from trailing down the wolf's muscled belly, watching the the alpha's massive sheath and balls dangle so heavily between his hind-legs. Arch was showing off, and he knew it. "Come on, kitty. Indulge me. I thought I was being nice by giving you a heads up." The sarcasm was obvious even though his tone was lilted."You just like seeing me terrified," Ryker said nervously. That got Arch to chuckle as he rounded
toward the cat's gloriously slender backside. He gave the leopard a firm nip on his flank, down by his tail, and Ryker jumped at the sudden contact to his sensitive skin. "That's true, I do."No longer waiting around, Arch moved behind the feline and pressed one of his over-sized paws between Ryker's shoulder blades, pushing him down. The cat was so caught off guard that his upper body was forced to the ground before his backside. And even though that was a position he took regularly when the wolf was behind him, it made him feel too vulnerable given the current topic, and he quickly brought his rump to the earth to even it out. With Ryker laying on his belly, Arch stepped over him from behind, until his muzzle was right above the cat's head. He left his paw on Ryker's slender shoulders, and that was all he needed to pin the lesser male down, so the feline wasn't going anywhere."This is happening, kitten." As he said it, Arch lowered his lower body so he could sit on his haunches, purposefully laying his massive sheath across the cat's rump and the base of his spine, and nestling the feline's entire back-end right up between his hind-legs. The feel of the leopard's warm body and smooth fur against his balls and sheath caused the tip of his enormous black spire to poke out of that furry tube.Normally Ryker loved the feeling of his rump nuzzled up against the wolf's crotch, but now it just felt restricting, like he was trapped. And he supposed he was. The cat dug his claws into the earth, trying to whip his tail around, but Arch had sat on that, too. "No... Arch, no. Don't." He tried to be stern about it, but his voice was too shaky. "Please."The begging only got the alpha to grind his hips forward a bit, rubbing his growing erection against the leopard's fur. He let out a low growl, and when he spoke, Ryker could almost hear the sadistic grin on his muzzle. "So then, let's find out where you're most ticklish, shall we?" Arch lowered his upper body down, and crossed one of his front legs around the leopard's chest, pinning down both of his front paws so he wouldn't be able to claw or lower them to protect his sensitive body. With his weight thoroughly keeping Ryker immobilized, the wolf brought his second paw up toward the cat's ribs, and flexed his dexterous toe-claws in the air in preparation. Unlike a normal wolf, the werewolf's paws were equipped with elongated toes, and bent quite finely, exhibiting traits more like fingers, but without the opposable thumb. And his canine claws were just dull enough to allow him to dig in, without hurting the fragile cat. It made them perfect for this type of torture. Ryker whimpered, and tried to say something more when the wolf's claws dug into the fine crevices of his ribs, and made him yelp in surprise. The sensation rocketed to the leopard's mind and
screamed at him, telling him to MOVE. And oh, did he try. The cat's body jerked involuntarily, throwing all of his weight up against the wolf's superior weight... and getting him absolutely nowhere. It only took a few seconds of struggling for Ryker to realize he wasn't going anywhere. The feline nearly bit his own tongue as the helpless laughter burst from his pretty little muzzle, unable to hold it back any more than one could hold back a powerful sneeze. "BwwwaahhhAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAA. GRRRRRMMHHEHHEEEEESTOOOHOOHHOP!! FUCK!" Ryker screamed as he tried to twist away from the claws that dug in and scratched his ribs, now sliding up and down from the feline's underarm to the edge on the bottom of his ribs, and then back up, poking and prodding for the weakest spots.It was immediately too much for the cat. Arch had tickled him lightly before, but never while he was held down like this, and never for more than a few seconds. The inability to move made it utterly unbearable. It was too much, too much for him to take, and Arch should have stopped, but he didn't. And there wasn't a god damn thing Ryker could do to stop him.The wolf murred deeply to himself, and Ryker would have been impressed with how satisfied he sounded, if he weren't so distracted. "Ahh, kitty. This is going to be so fun." The reference to the future, as if Arch hadn't even started yet, struck fear into the cat's heart and made him scream all the louder in frustrated helplessness. But the scream only turned his tormentor on. Ryker didn't realize it, but Arch had purposefully left just a bit of slack while pinning the cat's lower body down. So when he thrashed, his butt and hindquarters constantly rubbed up and down on the wolf's growing cock. At this point, Arch's massive penis laid across the cat's spine by many, many inches, fully erect, and enjoying the constant rubbing it got between the leopard's back and his own stomach. The wolf was in paradise, and he had only just started.Ryker, on the other hand, was already a wreck. Arch moved his claw down the cat's body to the soft side of his belly, and began to scratch and knead at the tender flesh with the expertise of a master. Ryker's laughter picked up an octave or two, unable to stop himself, and inadvertently revealing that he was much more ticklish in this soft area."GGAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHA!!" The feline screamed and clenched his eyes shut, small tears already forming in his eyes from laughing so HARD for so long. It felt like forever to the feline, but it had only been a few minutes since Arch started without a break. All he could do was laugh, this infuriating, embarrassing sound that only got louder and more desperate as the seconds ticked by, and Ryker used the full force of his vocals. Or so he thought. Arch let out a growl of satisfaction when he prodded a particularly ticklish spot, right next to the feline's hind-leg, that made Ryker scream and thrash with full abandon.
The squirming felt so good underneath him, and his sense of dominance over the cat had never been more complete. What better way to display his total control over another male than to force them to endure something they truly hate? Not to mention make them laugh and scream and cry like little weaklings? Arch knew this particular fetish was relatively odd, and others often wondered how an alpha male so serious and respectable could get off on something so ridiculous as tickling. But it was precisely because it was ridiculous that he got off on forcing helpless males to endure it. Arch had used the humiliation of it to destroy wills and bend others to his whim on many occasions. No male, even straight ones, had ever refused his orders to suck his dick, or to bend over, after spending an hour beneath his claws.And he had much more than an hour planned for this helpless little cat. Arch prodded and scratched at a faster pace, focusing now on that sweet spot he had found that made Ryker go ballistic, really driving the cat up the wall. "Seems I've found a weak spot. You like that, spotty cat?"Ryker tried to roar in fury and frustration at the ridiculous question, but it got caught in his throat and caused him to cough, which immediately burst out into more agonizing laughter. He started to thrash with a renewed vengeance, all of his muscles tensing and trying, successfully, to summon strength he didn't even know he had. His body kicked into overdrive, out of sheer desperation and a need to survive this onslaught. But... none of it did any good. Arch simply applied some more of his weight down on the feline's upper body, and Ryker made absolutely no progress. If anything, he was only held tighter than before. The cat let out a sobbing cry of agony as he slumped back against the ground, his body too exhausted to keep struggling so hard, though he could never stop squirming; and laugh, laugh, laugh. "Are you more comfortable now, kitten? Because I'm going to tickle you here for a long, long time. And you can't do a thing to stop me." Arch said it sadistically, growling in pleasure as the feline slumped against the ground again, causing his laughter to pick up in pitch once again. He knew that struggling helped to distract a victim from the sensation, if only a little bit. When they were too tired to thrash, that's when the real tickle torture began.Waves of crushing helplessness washed over the proud feline, and his tears began to stream freely down his whiskered cheeks, as the fight started to drain out of him. As much as he wanted to scream and roar and even sink his teeth into the wolf's throat, do ANYTHING to get him to stop, the sudden urge to beg and plead and cry for mercy was getting stronger and stronger. He had no choice but to accept that Arch was fully in charge of him. He was just a toy for the dominant alpha, and he would get tickled just as long as Arch pleased. Ryker had never felt so helpless in his life,
like a tiny little kitten. A poor, ticklish kitten at that."OOOHHAHAHHAHAAAAAHHAAAAHHAAAA!!!! PLEEEEHEHEEEASE! PLEEEEEEAHHSE STOOOOP!!" Ryker pleaded loudly, trying to shake his head back and forth, but even that was stunted by the wolf's weight, pinning him against the canine's own front leg. Words failed the leopard as Arch ignored him and just continued, good to his word. For a while, Ryker begged. He begged with all his heart, utterly sincere, holding no more illusions about having any control in this situation. After 20 minutes, he needed so badly for it to stop that he tried twisting his chin down to sink his fangs into Arch's foreleg, out of pure survival instinct. But Arch simply tucked his leg closer to the cat's chest, and kept tickling. He would skitter his claws up along the cat's side and ribs, probing all over in no discernible pattern, just to keep the feline from growing accustomed to the sensation, but he would always return his damnable claws to that one soft spot, in the nook of the cat's belly right near his inner leg. It drove Ryker crazy every time, and every time he would find renewed strength and thrash against the wolf, only to be put down by the beast's superior strength. And with every failure, Ryker would collapse, sobbing through his renewed, tortured laughter, once again forced to just lay there and take it as Arch tickled, and tickled, and tickled.The wolf kept this up for a long, long time, just as he said he would. He didn't get bored, just as the sensation never got any weaker for Ryker, never let up. Even though he couldn't stand a single SECOND more of it, the superior male tickle tortured him well beyond his limits, showing him his rightful place. This continued for nearly an hour without a pause, though Arch did have to slow down a few times to let the kitty catch his breath. But he always picked it right back up again, too turned on and feeling too satisfied to stop even for a second. Ryker was in pure hell by the time the wolf stopped. He was a slobbering mess, his voice was hoarse, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. If you've never endured something like this, it's impossible to describe what it's like; or how incredibly badly you have to be tickled to actually cry from purely hard laughter, let alone how much the leopard had cried. The feline was too defeated to be angry, but he did continue laughing and crying for about a minute before gaining his sanity back. And then he was nothing but grateful."Oh god... Arch... thank you. Thank you. Please. Please." Ryker didn't even know what he was saying as he gasped, quickly catching his breath. The huge wolf grunted as he re-positioned himself. He didn't bother holding Ryker down while he moved, the cat wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "What are you thanking me for, kitty? I'm not done." He switched his forelegs around, this time using his right foreleg to cross in front of the cat's chest, exposing his left
side. "We've got a whole other side to play with. And I haven't even touched your belly yet." Arch laid his paw on the feline's ribs, threateningly.Ryker jumped, startled to all hell at the touch to his fresh left side, and somehow he gained the strength to start thrashing all anew. It was sheer panic, his survival instinct kicking in, and he started to babble pathetically. "NonononononononNONONO, ARCH, PLEASE! Waitwaitwait!! Please!"The cat breathing became rapid. "I'll do anything you want! Anything, anything, just don't tickle me anymore. I'll suck your cock.. every day, twice a day, as much as you want, happily! And you can mount me, and anything else you want." The feline gulped air frantically, as he started to cry, involuntarily. Tears wet his fur once again as he squirmed underneath the wolf. "Pleeehehease, Arch, I'm so ticklish. I can't stand it. I can't STAND IT." The desperation in the cat's voice actually got the wolf to pull his paw away for a moment, as if he were considering it."Oh I know, kitty. You're by far the most ticklish little thing I've ever tortured. Frankly, it's amazing." Arch grinned and rubbed his snout soothingly along the back of the feline's little head. "And I do like this talk about you sucking my dick. You know how much I like that." Arch licked the feline between the ears, perhaps trying to get him to calm down.And it worked, for the most part. Ryker was still terrified, but he breathed slower and nearly sobbed in graciousness. But before he could speak, Arch lifted his head again. "Buuut... you do all that for me anyway. And you're going to do it even more, now that I can threaten to hold you down and tickle you."Panic seized the cat's heart and he groaned loudly, squirming uselessly beneath the wolf's powerful, muscular form. The wolf's enormous cock still sandwiched between their two bodies, and every time he squirmed it only pleasured the wolf more. Arch was no longer pretending to be nice. He growled deeply in pure dominance, speaking right into the cat's ears from above. "You're going to get tickled for many more hours tonight, spotty cat. You think that was bad? I know for a fact that soft, white little belly of yours is a hell of a lot more sensitive than your sides. Especially that wonderful little area on your lower stomach, right where a canine would have a sheath, but your dick is too small. Don't think I didn't notice what happens when I lick you there."At this point, Ryker was shaking, unable to say anything. The feeling of helplessness was crushing, destroying any sense of pride he might have started out with. He just wanted to get away, to get Arch to stop, but the wolf kept describing what he was going to do, new scenarios and possibilities popping into his head that Ryker never would have considered, and it was psychologically destroying his confidence."When I think you've finally had enough, we're going to have sex, and I'm
going to knot you, and probably fall asleep on top of you so you can't squirm away in the night. When we wake up tomorrow morning, I'm going to find a way to tie you up, nice and immobile-like, so I can relax and use both paws on your belly and ribs, and really introduce you to the world of tickle torture." The wolf growled.Ryker was nearly speechless, unable to comprehend the mercilessness of the wolf's intention. He shook his head crazily. "Nonono Arch... please, for the love of the gods, I can't take it. I can't stand it.""Aw. Poor kitty. I know you can't. That's why I love it. And that's why I'm going to do it. Because I'm stronger than you, and you can't stop me." The wolf flexed his powerful cock hard against the feline's softly furred back, obviously having turned himself on immensely with the promise of what he had in store for the feline. "So, ready to get started again?"Ryker groaned pathetically. His forced, joyous laughter pierced the otherwise peaceful air, even long after the sun went down.