{"sf1_id":66588,"sf2_id":"bebBEqeA","title":"No Light (pt.4 of Force of Nature)","author":"Hawk","words":10387,"posted_at":"2008-11-10T01:02:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Cougar","Horse","Leather","M/M","Tiger","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/66588-no-light-pt-4-of-force-of-nature","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebBEqeA","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/95/27/9527b34c-6428-42ed-bede-56ee5bad8834","description":"#4 of Force of Nature","content":"  \nNo Light  \nPart 4 of \"Force of Nature\"  \nby H. A. Kirsch  \nCopyright 2008  \n  \nWarning: This is unedited. This story contains mock hanging, hardcore bondage, anaesthesia,  \ngratuitous appearances by other characters of mine, cock milking, breath control, and sex.  \n  \n---  \n  \nHawk looked into the black doorway. The hallway was lit with dim red emergency Exit signs again,  \nand every door was locked. Again. Carl and his friends had some strange sense of humor and  \natmosphere, turning a massive bondage dungeon into some kind of strange haunt. The wolf had nowhere  \nto go, and regarded the black doorway and the red hall, door and hall, door and hall. Then he  \nstepped inside.  \n  \nRed light spilled in, but only enough to show something that he couldn't quite make out. It looked  \nlike a dentist's chair at the far end of the room. Then, all the red light snuffed out, door closed  \nbehind him. The wolf immediately backed up, back quickly finding the door he'd come in. A big hand  \nsplayed against the hard surface, feeling for the latch. Not only was there no latch, but there was  \nno obvious seam for the door.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His hackles stood up, and the wolf felt a deep down urge to run, panic boiling up inside him. He  \nspun towards the wall and banged on it, felt around for the door frame, for the crack, for  \nanything, and found nothing. \"Son of a bitch, son of a bitch, why can't you just fuck me! Why can't  \nyou just train me like a dog!\"  \n  \nThen, movement. Two clicks, then a dual mosquito whine, like a camera flash. The creak of leather,  \nthe squeak of rubber, the clop of boot heels. The sounds came from both sides, the big wolf  \nstraining against the door, shouldering it, snorting and grunting. He pulled back to heave forward  \nat the door again, and something grabbed his thick biceps on each arm. \"Fuck!-\\*Fuuuuuck!\" the wolf  \nscreamed, spit flying out of his mouth, body wrenching hard, muscles heaving under his fur and  \nhaving absolutely no effect. He beat at each arm, fingers only able to touch at the restraining  \nhands once or twice, finding heavy rubber gauntlet gloves. Then his arms pulled behind, more creaks  \nof leather as two other hands started winding rope around his wrists. The black wolf fought, but  \nthose heavy gloves just pinched tighter and pulled harder. Soon, no amount of panic-fueled  \nthrashing would budge the wolf's arms. Rope around the wrists, wound around each in a figure eight,  \nknotted in the middle to snug them together, thumbs tied to prevent any escape attempts.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk heaved his chest in the black and kicked backwards, but each blind heave of his leg met  \nnothing. The second pair of hands felt around his arms, applying more rope, winding at his elbows,  \nanother figure eight knotted in the middle, hands carefully working the rope around the lupine's  \nchest, giving him an X harness made of bindings. Hawk tried to heave his chest out, bucking and  \nsquirming, but the invisible assailant just pulled the ropes tighter. A gloved fist suddenly  \npunched him in the back and he huffed out, and the ropes tightened, fighting against  \ntestosterone-strained muscle and collapsing the wolf's chest, leaving him wheezing and gasping. The  \nheavy pressure only let up a slight bit, aching his ribs but not making it impossible to breathe.  \nMore boot clops, then a sudden slam to his chest sent the wolf running backwards. Instead of  \nrunning, he tripped after just two steps and fell hard, body tensing rigid. He hunched and expected  \nto bash his head into the floor, but only found leather gloves cradling his head at the last  \nsecond, giving only a dazing thump.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf's eyes didn't adjust to the light, because there was none. The only thing Hawk saw were  \nthe faint squiggles of darkness, turning every sound around him into a source of terror. Hands  \ngrabbed at his legs and the wolf fought against them, kicking and snarling, slobbering all over his  \nchest as he tried to lift his head to beat at whoever was restraining him. Each attempt only  \nbrought pressure onto his chest. It was hard, something stiff shoving against his pecs, muscle  \nstraining against fur, pain starting to blossom as the hard thing twisted. A boot heel. Hawk tried  \nto snap at it and the shaft and heel flung back, kicking him in the side of the face with a  \nlip-bashing thump. The leg-handling gloves started folding the wolf up and he kept kicking, quads  \nburning and straining under his fur, arms wrenching into the severely uncomfortable half-hogtie.  \nEach hand struggle brought the burn of stretched ligament from his thumbs and another kick to the  \nchest.-\\*  \n  \nIn seconds, Hawk's left leg was forced bent at the knee, roped around the thigh and calf, knotted  \nat the sides of the knee. He tried to expand his leg and shake the rope off, but those  \nunseen-\\*rubbered-\\*hands just grabbed for his foot and held it still, then wound rope around the  \ninstep, tying it. Soon, the knee-knots were tied to the foot, and no matter what Hawk did, no  \nmatter how hard he wrenched and arched his body, his leg remained useless and folded. His right leg  \nsuffered the same treatment, allowing him to only squeeze his legs together and try to flail his  \nknees around.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A huge boot wedged under his side and lifted hard, vertigo overtaking the wolf as he spun without  \nany sight to orient himself, half-limp cock flapping down against the hard floor as he was pushed  \nonto his chest. A hand grabbed at his muzzle, glove leather squeezing it shut, grinding the side of  \nhis lips against the hard painted concrete. -\\*More rope work, knee bindings tied together, ankle  \nbindings wound around his squirming feet, body pulled into a hard hogtie. The ropes pulled up at  \nhis wrists, his elbows, even at the 'harness' around his chest until he wasn't just hobbled and  \nimmobilized but actually bent backwards. Leather gloves started cradling the wolf's cock and balls,  \nand Hawk's head swam with conflict. It felt so good, the smooth hide caressing and pulling on his  \ncock, coaxing him hard, and the position was frankly arousing, not to mention the heart-pounding  \nexcitement of helpless terror. On the other hand, he was in a pitch-black room with an unknown  \nnumber of assailants who had him hogtied and helpless on the floor.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Those unseen hands started roping around his cock, gathering a loop behind his balls, knotting it  \noff, then started to tug. At first, it was just a gentle, pleasurable pull, but it quickly turned  \ninto a ball-straining tug. The wolf groaned and struggled, trying to shove his hips into the  \ntugging, but it just kept coming. He ended up squirming onto his back, balls and cock strained and  \nstretched. \"Shit, shit, fuck I'll do anything, okay? Okay?\" Another tug, then steadily increasing  \npressure, the wolf's useless feet trying to lever at the floor, body trying to stretch up to  \nalleviate the nearly gut-wrenching pull. \"I'll be your fucking dog, I'll be your fucking sex toy,  \njust don't, don't pull, don't pull it off! Please!\" The wolf yelled loud enough that the sound rang  \nback from the wall.-\\*  \n  \nThen, metal touched his face. He turned to flick it away, but felt the slightest prick. It was a  \nblade. The wolf saw spots explode in his vision. \"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I didn't ask for this, okay, I  \nwas gonna, I was gonna get trained in something, okay? Okay?\" The cold blade slid broad-side  \nagainst his fur, down to his groin, then along his forced-erect cock. \"FUCKLEMMEGOLEMMEGO!\"-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The cock yanking stopped and the wolf's body actually fell downwards a couple of inches, slumping  \nagainst the floor. Hawk's hands prickled, all of his strength draining into the buzz of a faint.  \nThe wolf's cock sagged and drooped against his thigh; it was still there. The rope was still  \nknotted around the base, but nothing pulled on it any more. The end of it dangled over his face and  \nhe sniffed it away.-\\*  \n  \nA clatter forced the wolf to whip his head to the side. There was no more sound after that, save  \nthe twin whines of something electronic, the faint huff of breathing. Hawk thought about what could  \nhave happened. Was the clatter the knife? Was it something else? The only way to find out was to  \nmove over in the direction he thought he heard the sound. His bondage was heavily restrictive, but  \nit didn't make it impossible to move, just impossible to move in a useful way. He could squirm like  \na worm, and did, body wrenching and twisting, quickly working up a sweat all over his muzzle as he  \ntried to undulate across the floor. Ropes creaked constantly as he fought; nothing he could do  \nwould loosen them, so trying to find the knife would be the only possible solution. The wolf was  \nsoon grunting, cock slapping at the floor as he squirmed on his side, breath heaving out, drool  \nhanging from his lips as he made the journey of five? Ten? Fifteen feet?-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His muzzle touched at something cold and metal, then started snapping at it, tongue lashing out.  \nInstead of finding the butt or blade of the knife, the metal object stuffed into his mouth and  \nsprung open, wrenching his jaws apart right to the absolute limit. \"Uarrrrrrnnn!-\\*ARH!-\\*ARRHHH!\"  \nHawk thrashed, only to find a horrible sharp grind against his-\\*cockhead, something digging into  \nit, twisting, crushing it to the floor. The wolf flung his head around, spit flying from his open  \njaws, long tongue slapping around, tendons heaving and straining under his neck. The grinding boot  \nfinally left his cock, then more gloved hands started manipulating him onto his back.  \n  \nSomething hard and straight shoved between his arm and back, making upper-body struggles  \nimpossible, forcing his pecs to bulge out through the ropes winding between and under them. The  \nhogtie ropes that held his ankles up towards his rump suddenly loosened; any respite his legs had  \nwas gone as another hard rod was shoved behind his knees. Something metallic clipped onto the rod,  \nthen another something, then gloved fingers found the wolf's nipples and started to tease and  \npinch. The little sharp pleasure turned into stabbing twisting pain, then hands pulled the wolf's  \nbar-hobbled legs up towards his chest and twin nipple clamps bit into his nubs. The gloved hands  \nlet go, and Hawk's own body provided him with howling torture, muscles unable to easily hold his  \nlegs up far enough to avoid terrible yanking at his stiff nubs. Within a minute, the wolf was  \nslobbering and straining, body bulging and tensing, the spreader bar shoved behind his arms  \nclacking each end against the floor as he tried to force himself to stay folded up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Leathered-\\*fingers wrapped around his cock, and Hawk found himself fucking into that hand, all the  \nterror and panic turning into a peak erotic sensation. Another set of hands grappled with his  \nalready-pinched nipples, ensuring that they had constant strain even when he pumped his hips  \nforward into the clutching gloved fingers. Hawk's tongue waggled around in his gaping mouth,  \nincoherent slobbering grunts coming out as he focused on extracting all the pleasure he could from  \nthe situation. As soon as his balls tried to draw up, all hands left him.  \n  \n\"Aahhrhh?-\\*Urrh,-\\*nnrrh,-\\*leeaaahh?-\\*Leeaaaahh?-\\*Aahhhann-\\*uummhhh,\" the wolf begged, body  \nstruggling against rope and spreader bars, hips jerking as he tried to keep from ripping his nips  \noff, cock smacking into the short fur over his cut abs. Gloved fingers stroked over his mouth and  \nnose, reeking of his own scent, fresh-\\*precum-\\*from his cock mixed with the powerful cum-musk  \nleftover on his crotch from the earlier terrifying fuck he'd received. Hawk nosed at them, all of  \nhis fight turning into desperate attempts to lick and suck at the gloved fingers. Licking was very  \npossible, sucking completely thwarted by the mouth-spreader.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The on-and-off-\\*handjob-\\*continued for an eternity, until Hawk was sure he was going to faint,  \nballs aching as the rope kept them snugged tight in their sac, cock swollen. As soon as that  \nleather-gloved hand kept going instead of edging and letting go, Hawk howled, the sound dropping  \ndown to gagging grunts as his cock unloaded a massive fountain of seed all over his chest, neck,  \nand face. The pleasure was almost second to the sheer volume of the pent up orgasm, and the second  \nit stopped spurting, he slumped and thumped his head back onto the floor.  \n  \nThe wolf lay dazed, foggy mind barely registering the clomps of boots, squeaks of rubber and  \nleather, and that persistent mosquito whine as the sounds moved around the pitch-black room. As the  \npounding from the climax subsided, Hawk for the first time realized that whoever was in the room  \nhad some sort of night vision equipment on. His mind reeled through images, selecting the first  \nthing 'night vision' brought up. It was the climax of, \"Silence of the Lambs\". The wolf immediately  \nstarted struggling again, but no one came to beat him, the unseen figures moving around. Then  \nanother sound filled the room, the ratcheting of a chain lift. Seconds later, a length of chain  \nslapped Hawk in the face and he reflexively tried to bite at it, useless immobilized teeth clacking  \nagainst it.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Elsewhere in the room, Hawk picked up on the grunts and rhythmic slap of someone jerking off. After  \njust a few moments, the grunts reached a snarling crescendo and he could hear the wet splatter of  \nseed onto something, then the groan of release. Hawk's aural attention to the masturbating sounds  \nquickly switched as he was lifted off the floor by the spreader bar, then twisted and turned, face  \nforward and down. Unseen hands clicked heavy clips onto the spreader bar, forcing the wolf to  \n'kneel' as the bar held him uncomfortably upright. More hands undid the knee bar and nipple clamps,  \nand the wolf realized for the first time just how much they hurt; once the squeeze was gone, his  \nnipples ached and swelled.-\\*  \n  \nThe spreader bar pulled out from behind his knees, then hands took the knots off and allowed him  \nsome momentary freedom. He stretched his legs and groaned, drool starting to hang off his teeth as  \nthe jaw-spreader prevented him from swallowing all of it down. The spreader bar didn't disappear;  \nhands shoved it up under the wolf's waist and clipped it to more chains. Then, the ratcheting came  \nback, this time the jerking at the wolf's body. Hawk panicked as he realized that he was being  \nlifted up, legs kicking and flailing, back straining as he was lifted by the two bars, shoulders  \nand brawny chest aching. Rubber-gloved hands tied rope around the backs of his knees, fixing them  \nto the spreader.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fingers unhooked the jaw spreader and Hawk instantly spoke up. \"Fuck, this hurts, this fucking  \nhurts! You can't fucking hang me like this, it's gonna screw me up! It's gonna-\" Gloved fingers  \nseized him by the scruff, and another hand stuffed something into his mouth. It was huge, perhaps  \nthe size of a grapefruit, and made of chewy rubber. It was also-\\*slimed-\\*with spunk. Hawk snorted  \nand chewed at the gag, lashing his head back and forth as the gag pulled in along his teeth and  \nbunched his tongue up in the back of his throat, jaw gaping almost too far. The hands that put it  \nin started feeling him over, petting along the curves of back muscle, then along his ribs, then up  \nfront to tweak at his nipples. The slightest pinch and twist hurt with a terrible stinging thanks  \nto the earlier clamp treatment, making the naked wolf twitch and water at the eyes.-\\*  \n  \nWhile he was distracted by the painful nip-wrenching, a wet cloth pushed at his nose. The wolf  \ninhaled and then instantly sneezed, fighting his head away from the stink of poppers. Within  \nseconds, blood pounded up into his head and crotch, tail sagging behind him, a spit-gurgling groan  \ncoming out of his mouth. Fingers started wiping spit off his face, then massaging around  \nhis-\\*tailhole. The fingers belonged to the rubber-clad unseen assailant, and two thick digits slid  \nin easily, giving the head-rushing wolf a weary thrill of pleasure.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fingers left, replaced by something much bigger. That cloth pushed over his nose again, the  \nwolf forced to inhale half a breath through it, another blood-pumping rush coming in a few seconds.  \nThe huge thing at his asshole started pushing in, and Hawk realized that it wasn't anything small  \nin the least. \"Narrh,-\\*ehhhsh-\\*oohhhh-\\*behh,-\\*beehhhgh,-\\*rrruhff,\" the wolf snorted, trying to pull  \naway from the pressure. Whoever held it kept pushing the toy forward in thrusting waves, pain  \nstarting to mount as Hawk's asshole slowly spread. The wolf wriggled, but any movement hurt as the  \nsuspension bars put his body into such an unnatural position of strain.-\\*  \n  \nThe wolf got a few more whiffs of poppers, but his head was panicked, spit flinging left and right  \nas he tried desperately to avoid the one thing that ironically would make it easier to take the  \ntoy. All of a sudden, the head of the massive implement slid in and Hawk dropped his jaws straight  \ndown with a choking-\\*urrlch. Nothing that large had ever been inside Hawk's asshole, and the wolf  \nfound himself completely unable to move as the enormous toy pushed deeper and deeper. After a few  \nminutes of slow back and forth penetration, the bulging head of the toy forced through the wolf's  \ninner rings. The lupine coughed and snorted, body shaking, half-limp cock waggling back and forth,  \ndribbling-\\*precum-\\*down to the unseen floor.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The toy reversed and pulled all the way out, the lupine's muscled body straining in spite of its  \nheavy bonding ropes and the suspension, the sensation of emptiness punctuated as the leg-supporting  \nchains suddenly unreeled and dropped the wolf's knees to the floor with a painful thud. Then the  \nshoulder chains, the wolf collapsing in a panting heap.-\\*  \n  \nA loud snap sounded from the far side of the room, and the pitch black flooded with a dim red. The  \nwolf was perhaps ten feet from a wall, and there were two figures in the room with him. One of them  \nwas massive, at least nine feet tall and shrouded in heavy black rubber, head obscured in some kind  \nof hood. The other wore what looked like a leather suit coat and pants, cowboy boots, and another  \nsimilar hood. Both hoods had twin-lensed-\\*night-vision goggles. Both were feline judging by their  \nmuzzles and long tails, and the larger one had to be a Siberian tiger from the sheer size of it.  \nThe 'tiger' still had the dildo in his hands, and Hawk felt blood drain out of his face when he saw  \nhow big it was; it was a horse dildo. The wolf's asshole felt worn and loose, but certainly not  \npenetrated by a horse cock! He flicked his head around, groaning as the bar tucked between back and  \narms kept him from moving further, but there were no other toys. The only other floor-level object  \nin the room was that ominous exam chair stuffed in a corner.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The tiger went to put the toy away, approaching one of the walls and opening a door into a black  \nhole of a room. He emerged with an armful of something. The other feline - he had to be some sort  \nof leopard, maybe a cougar as the tail wasn't spotted - came over and started untying the wolf,  \nleaving Hawk very much gagged. Once free, Hawk only flailed on the floor, stretching and fighting  \noff impending cramps from the return of full blood flow.-\\*  \n  \nThe-\\*rubbered-\\*tiger - it had to be one of the ones from earlier in the week - dropped the pile of  \nitems onto the floor. Two of them were boots, the rest leather. He then pointed a gloved finger to  \nthe pile. Hawk glared at him, then received a kick from the cougar. Jaws still trying to push that  \ngag out, the wolf got up and went over to the pile of clothing. He held up a shirt, and the hooded  \ntiger nodded. Hawk looked at the shirt; in the dim monochrome light, he saw it was a leather police  \nshirt with two breast pockets. The wolf pulled it on, shoulders aching as he stuffed his arms  \nthrough the short sleeves. It barely fit, and the neck button had to be left completely undone as  \nthe wolf's thick neck wouldn't fit through it. Next up were a pair of police breeches, already  \nthreaded with a duty belt. The wolf pulled them on, tucked the shirt in, and went to stuff his cock  \ninside. The rope was still knotted around his-\\*cockbase-\\*from earlier, and he tried to remove it.  \nThe tiger came over and punched him until he stopped trying.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Everything was different now that Hawk could see. The terror and vertigo from being in complete  \ndarkness was replaced by a knowing sense of dread. Hawk knew that anything and everything that  \nhappened was intended to torture and titillate him. That horse dildo had to be a decoy; while  \npulling the leather breeches on, Hawk took a moment to touch his own asshole. It was loose and  \nslippery, but surely not so loose that a toy that big would fit. The tiger lifted a fist to hit  \nhim, and the wolf quickly fastened the breeches on. They had a pouch in the front which unsnapped,  \ntransforming his half-hard cock into a big leathery lump. Otherwise, the leather clung to his  \nsculpted quads and calves, even zipping together close to the ankles. Despite the sore ache in his  \njaws - and the twin drool trails forming as that gag kept his mouth open and made it too hard to  \nswallow - the wolf found the outfit a nice change of pace. The leather fit more than nicely; it  \nshowed his body off in the dim red light, heavy-gauge hide conformed to curves of muscle.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk pulled on the boots, knee high dress patrol boots which were perhaps a little tight. Maybe his  \nfeet were just tormented from all the 'play'. The final item, or items, were a pair of wrist-length  \npatrol gloves. The wolf pulled them on, flexed his hands; they fit nice. Very nice. A little worn  \nin. He sniffed at them; they smelled familiar. Sniff sniff. The wolf whipped his head up, looked  \nbetween the two 'cats'. \"Mmmmmrh,-\\*maaahh-\\*looovvhes?\"-\\*  \n  \nThe smaller,-\\*cougarish-\\*of the two stepped up to the wolf and put leather gloves on the wolf's  \nshirt-clad chest. The hands kneaded and felt at the muscle, popped one more snap down, glove  \nleather sliding inside to feel the furred muscle. They stroked at a nipple and the wolf flinched,  \nhands coming up to push the other away. As soon as he touched the leather coat on the cougar's  \nshoulder, the hands on his chest kicked him backwards.-\\*  \n  \n\"Do not touch me,\" the hooded cougar said. His voice had a funny accent; it sounded initially like  \nthe German dog from earlier in the week. \"These are your clothes. I thought it fitting.\" The voice  \nwas muffled by the hood. The cougar then motioned for the tiger to do something. The hulk stomped  \nout of the room into that closet, and returned. When Hawk saw what was in the tiger's rubber gloved  \nhands, he backed right away.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Whaaaa-\\*thhfuuhhhh!\" Hawk slobbered, then jerked as he collided with a wall, head banging against  \nit. The cougar stalked forward and muscled the wolf against it, gloved hands seizing the wolf's  \nfighting wrists.  \n  \n\"You idiot, get other thing first!\" the cougar snarled under the hood. The tiger just dropped what  \nhe was holding on the floor and stalked back to the 'black hole' room. The dropped item was a coil  \nof thick rope with a hangman's noose at one end. The rubber tiger reappeared, tromping across the  \nroom, stopping to pick up some of the smaller bondage rope. In his hand was a SWAT-issue  \nnightstick. The tiger kept approaching until he had to elbow the cougar out of the way,  \nhuge-\\*gauntleted-\\*hand seizing Hawk by the bicep and flipping the wolf to face the wall. The lupine  \nsnarled, gag shoved sideways in his mouth as his head crushed against the wall, arms fighting at  \nthe heavy grasp that sought to immobilize them.-\\*  \n  \nThe wolf snarled and drooled around the gag, head thumping against the wall as he overcompensated  \nfor his attempts to bash it backwards into the tiger. Nothing seemed to work against the huge stud,  \nand Hawk found himself arching his chest out towards the wall. The tiger shoved his arms  \nperpendicular to his spine, then started wrapping them elbow to elbow with coils of rope. When Hawk  \nsplayed his fingers, they received a few knotted wraps to make it impossible for the wolf to try  \nand split the other ropes apart and work them loose. The tiger then harnessed the wolf's arms to  \nhis upper back, ropes underneath the uniform shirt collar, over the wolf's shoulders for leverage,  \nand pulled the struggling black lupine's arms up as far as he could. Hawk responded with a groan  \nand a few kicks to the floor, head swinging around, neck muscles cording up as he instinctively  \ntried to 'bite' at the ropes.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The rubber-clad tiger then dragged the wolf into the corner and spun him, then lifted him up. The  \nwolf tried to wrench away, but didn't go anywhere; a little fiddling from the tiger's huge gloved  \nhands had Hawk hanging from two 'hooks' by his bound arms, lifted up enough that his boot toes were  \nbarely on the floor. The wolf fought, trying to kick upwards enough to wrench off the hooks, pecs  \nbulging and flexing under the leather shirt. The tiger stepped away and occupied himself by playing  \nwith the bulge in his heavy rubber codpiece pants, while the goggle-hooded cougar approached. The  \nsleek black leather gloves went straight for the wolf's breast pockets and opened them up. Hawk  \nthen discovered that there were holes in the leather inside the pockets; the cougar's fingers  \nstarted to pinch and wrench at Hawk's already-tortured nipples, getting slobbering grunts and  \nspit-flinging howls from the wolf, then gurgling chokes and snorts as the cougar let up and allowed  \nHawk to 'relax' and strain his arms hard. The cougar said something to the tiger, but Hawk didn't  \nhear it; the wolf was too busy listening to the roar of his pulse in his ears, and trying to fight  \naway from the relentless pinching hands. Each attempt to headbutt had the leather-clad cougar  \nstepping back, then approaching again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The tiger reappeared and handed two small disc-shaped things to the cougar, who simply pinched at  \nthe discs and then stuck them into the wolf's nipple-torture pockets. The discs were disc clamps,  \nwhich bore down on the wolf's nubs until the wolf was practically vibrating.  \n\"Urrhh,-\\*urrhh,-\\*taaahhkemoawff,-\\*aawrrrfffh!!-\\*AWRRFHH!!!\"-\\*  \n  \n\"Fuck, this gag is useless,\" the cougar snarled, and crossed one leather-clad arm over his chest,  \nthen unfurled it and delivered a backhand slap to Hawk's gaping muzzle that was so hard it left a  \nsplatter of something onto the floor. The wolf tasted copper, and the whole side of his snout  \nached. Then, as the wolf lurched and strained under the muscle-hugging leather, the cougar's gloved  \nhand started massaging the wolf's crotch, glove leather slowly opening the pouch. Hawk wasn't about  \nto get hard, so the cougar fumbled around with the pouch, surrounding behind-\\*cockbase-\\*and balls  \nand squeezing, milking a little as he started working the wolf up to hardness. As soon as the  \nwolf's-\\*cockhead-\\*was strained like a black mushroom, the cougar stopped stroking and started  \nbeating on it, slapping back and forth at the bulges where the glans met the underside.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk lurched hard, finally managing to kick backwards at the wall and launch himself off the  \nsuspension hook, then immediately started heaving himself around the room. The cougar snarled and  \nstormed after him, only dissuaded by the fact that Hawk literally threw himself against the walls,  \nto bounce away and throw off attempts to grab him. The tiger didn't do anything to help, merely  \nstanding by and watching the action, moving if he was going to be impacted.-\\*  \n  \nThe flailing wolf was on his way across the room when the cougar pulled out the stops and simply  \nleaped a good ten feet and bashed into Hawk, crashing the wolf onto the floor, back hitting with a  \nhard thud like a sack of potatoes wrapped in leather. Hawk wheezed and slobbered, chest heaving and  \nflexing as he found his breath completely gone for the moment. The cougar pulled the clamps off his  \nnipples, nearly ruining the shirt in the process, flinging them across the room to click against  \nthe wall. The hooded cougar then motioned for the tiger to come over.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf snorted and gagged as he came around a little, only to watch as the massive hulk of a  \nrubber-clad stud draped the noose around his neck. Hawk panicked, trying to kick the cougar off,  \nlegs flailing as the leather-clad beast got off him and hopped to the side. The tiger threw the  \nrope up over something that hung from the ceiling, then coiled it around his hands and started to  \nreel it in. Hawk was gagged and choked, the wolf quickly stumbling to his knees, then standing,  \nthen forced up onto his toes. He thrashed his head around, croaking out behind the gag.  \n\"Naah,-\\*daahhnn,-\\*staahhph-\\*staaaphhhhuuuuuh!\"  \n  \nThe cougar worked at the noose a little, angling it, and then the tiger pulled harder. Hawk watched  \nas the rope-clenching rubber-armored hands pulled down, and felt the noose tighten on his neck.  \nTighter, tighter, pulling up on his jaw, delivering a split-second moment of relief as it pulled a  \nstrain out, then produced ten others. As soon as the tiger crouched and snarled to pull tighter,  \nHawk's boots were off the ground, the wolf thrashing and croaking, then making no sound at all. His  \nchest heaved, and the dim-red light faded to sparkling black.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then he was falling through nothing.  \n  \n----  \n  \nThe fall ended with an ache to the side of Hawk's head, and a black boot in front of his face. The  \ndim light was over; the room was explosively lit, so bright that his eyes hurt. So did his neck;  \nthe wolf swallowed and groaned into the ball gag, slowly trying to sit up. Big-gloved hands helped  \nthe wolf up, then lifted him right off his feet via his arm. His head pounded, heart hammering,  \nmind disoriented. The tiger carried him towards the chair.  \n  \nOff came the arm ropes, Hawk reaching out, arms tingling and starting to throb as blood and feeling  \nrushed back in, absently-\\*pawwing-\\*out at the rubber-clad aggressor. The tiger stuffed Hawk into  \nthe chair, then grabbed his wrists and started shackling them down. Not to the arm-rests, but up to  \ndiagonal cuffs positioned above the head-pad. The wolf started perking up only to be restrained,  \nlegs moving to kick but receiving the same treatment. The final touch was a waist strap that kept  \nthe wolf belted into the padded chair, reclined back, arms wrestling with the handcuffs. He let out  \na few gruffs, still trying to beat his head against the tiger when he could. Then, the tiger simply  \nstomped out of the room.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The cougar walked over and took his hood off with a huff, exposing condensation-matted tawny fur  \nand a scowl. He set the night-vision goggles and rubber hood over in the corner, then started  \nmessing around with something. \"I tell you something,\" the cougar said. \"Carl was supposed to train  \nyou by making you a slave, right? They tell you this? Unfortunately, it is a lie. You are just here  \nto be a toy for a while.\"  \n  \n\"Rrhh,\" Hawk grunted.-\\*  \n  \n\"Let me take that out,\" the cougar said, stopping what he was doing and reaching up to unlock and  \nremove the gag. Hawk slobbered a huge glob of spit all over the front of the clinging leather  \nshirt.-\\*  \n  \n\"God-\\*dammnit-\\*what the fuck is wrong with you you fucking hung me you sick shit fuck what the  \nhell?\" the wolf wheezed, head slumping to the side as most of his bodily strain was replaced by  \nsimple immobilization. The wolf rolled his head to the side, then squinted as he found himself  \nlooking at one of the over-bright room lights.  \n  \n\"I am friends with Carl, and he tells me one day about this wolf who is abusing privilege at the  \nbar, doing things without asking people, being a big shit. So, I say, you get him to come over and  \nI make him feel very bad. So, you get to go back to keep hanging out, and I get some fun, and maybe  \nyou learn a lesson... or maybe I just fuck your brain up more,\" the cougar said, grunting as he  \nadjusted something.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk rolled his head to the other side. \"This is a fucking nightmare.\"  \n  \n\"It is long story,\" the cougar said. \"It is complicated, people come together sometimes, and then  \nthey take advantage of their luck.\"-\\*  \n  \nThe black wolf looked down at what the leather-clad cougar was doing. He was adjusting some kind of  \nmachine, a generic black box with a little remote control on a cable and a tube coming out of it.  \nAt the end of the tube was a cylinder with some kind of membrane in it. \"Whathefuck-\\*is that?\" he  \ndrawled, pulling on the wrist restraints, chest flexing and heaving under his shirt.-\\*  \n  \n\"You need to come some more, to settle you down, to work it all out of your system,\" the cougar  \nsaid, and tilted the cylinder so the open end was up. He spit into it several times, then pulled  \nthe wolf's cock completely out of his leather codpiece, balls resting on the edge. The cougar  \ngrabbed the remote box in one hand, then took the tube and nudged the opening up against Hawk's  \nsemi-soft dickhead. The wolf stared down as the cougar turned something on the remote, and the  \ncylinder slurped onto his cock. It felt almost exactly like sliding into a wet mouth, minus the  \nwarmth; the material was quite cool and made him twitch. The sucker slurped about halfway down,  \nthen started to push instead of suck, sliding a couple of inches in the other direction.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ohhh-\\*god, that's kinda nice,\" the wolf grunted, licking at the drying spit on his face. \"Okay, I  \ncan handle this, you can do this to me all day.\" Within ten 'sucks', his cock was fully hard in the  \ncylinder, and the cougar repositioned it, ensuring that it was sucking right down to the root.-\\*  \n  \nThe cougar looked at him, then lifted a gloved hand to pet at the wolf's spit-covered face. \"You  \nare almost stupid, I nearly kill you, and you just start to get off first chance you get.\"-\\*  \n  \n\"Fuck you, okay? I gotta do something,\" the wolf grunted, narrowing his eyes, threatening to bite.  \nThe cougar turned that dial up, and the machine started to pick up the pace of a firm,  \nearnest-\\*blowjob, cylinder sliding along Hawk's leather-covered abs. \"Rruhh. Hey, uh, can you-\"  \n  \nThe cougar's gloved hand clapped Hawk's muzzle shut. \"Shut up, I do not take requests,\" the  \nleather-clad puma said, snarling and twisting Hawk's head to the side. He then dipped a gloved hand  \ninto one of those nipple-teasing breast pockets. Hawk immediately growled and snarled into that  \nhand, jaws straining to open, but the cougar was immovably strong. The nipple teasing turned to  \nhard pinching, the wolf's body jerking and heaving, muscles straining and lurching under the snug  \nshiny hide.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The nipple pinching and jaw-clamping stopped as the cougar twisted away, crouching down by where  \nthe sucking machine sat and purred. He stood up again, something in his hand. It was a modest  \nbutt-plug, black rubber and as wide as a beer bottle at its worst, already slicked up with lube.  \nHawk's gaze moved from the endlessly-slurping suction tube down to the cougar's black-gloved hands  \nas they fooled around with the pants. The wolf quickly discovered something not evident in the dim  \nlight earlier; the pants had a full zip around back, which the gloved fingers worked down. The plug  \nslid in with an easy push, Hawk jolting and snarling as it split him apart and then stuck inside.  \nThe cougar massaged the plug back and forth, causing the wolf's shaft to surge and jerk the  \ncylinder around as it twitched. \"You like this,\" the leather-clad feline said.-\\*  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" Hawk mumbled, body slowly twitching as the tube continued its bobbing.-\\*  \n  \n\"You don't think about anything except how you feel, that is why you are fun  \ntoy.\"-\\*Leathered-\\*fingers stroked the plug's base, and it erupted into powerful vibration. Hawk's  \nhead slumped back against the headrest, chest heaving under the leather shirt, abs flexing and  \nhunching up, then tucking away from the black hide.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The restraint, prostate vibration, and the uniqueness of having a machine suck him off got to Hawk  \nand within a minute, the wolf was huffing and nudging his hips upwards, rump flexing and trying to  \nwork the plug. \"Ahh.-\\*Ahhh-\\*fuckin' hell!\" he growled through his teeth, hips-\\* jerking under the  \nrestraint belt as his cock fired off into that still-slurping cylinder. He yowled and snorted, the  \nsucker's motion coming with wet slurps as it moved over his slimy cock. \"Okay, okay, that's  \nenough,-\\*unhrh, go on and take it off,\" he said.  \n  \n\"I don't think so,\" the cougar said, reaching for the remote and turning the power knob. Instead of  \nstopping, the toy rapidly picked up to almost twice the speed. Hawk's eyes went wide, then squinted  \nas he gaped his mouth, body starting to thrash.  \n  \n\"NO!-\\*NOOO-\\*TAKE IT OFF! HOLY SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!\" the black lupine snarled, fighting  \nat the chair restraints so hard that the whole thing shook slightly, hips unable to buck far enough  \nto send the slurping receiver flinging away. The-\\*over-stimulation-\\*made slobber pour out of his  \nmouth before he tensed up, head beating at the padding, abs contracting violently as he tried to  \nrip himself free from the chair. The sucker just kept going, bouncing on his cock, moving back and  \nforth across his leather-clad abs as he shook and twisted.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The cougar bent down and picked up a bit gag, then wedged it into Hawk's muzzle, the wolf's white  \nteeth immediately digging into it as he snorted and chewed. The wolf was grateful for the gag, as  \nit helped him work the shaking ache out of his jaws as his body convulsed.  \n\"Peeaaase,-\\*peeeaaasse,-\\*eehh-\\*hurrrrrss,-\\*eehhh-\\*hurrss!\" he whined, eyes wide as the cougar did  \nno more than just stand and watch, pacing around the chair to see from different angles. The  \nblack-clad feline then simply stalked out of the room.  \n\"Waaaaaaiihhh!!-\\*PEEASEE!-\\*HEEEHPH!-\\*HEEAAPHH!\"-\\*  \n  \nThe-\\*over-stimulation-\\*eventually ran numb, leaving Hawk sweating and writhing on the chair as the  \nmachine pumped and slurped at his cock. He went half-hard, then almost soft, then slowly grew hard  \nagain. During the fifteen minutes or so that he sat there, he started wondering if the cougar had  \nbeen joking about fucking his brain up more. Just as he was getting close again, the leather-clad  \ncat stalked back in. Hawk wanted his mood ruined, but instead he got fear and excitement. The  \ncougar held a hood, a vaguely-lupine leather thing that didn't seem to have air holes, only a heavy  \nposture collar. Only once the cougar started pulling his head into it did the wolf see the two  \nlittle grommet-holes for breathing. They didn't look like enough, and they nearly weren't; as soon  \nas the collar buckled around his neck, Hawk's breathing sucked the hood leather against his face,  \nthen puffed it out. The first ten or so breaths had him gasping and yelling into the bit-gag, every  \ngasping inhale seeming to flatten the hood against his face and cut off air. Only after a short  \nwhile did he figure out how to huff out and then breath in softly to get some air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The panic had him close to climax, and when a hand grabbed at his face through the leather, shaking  \nhis muzzle and threatening to cover his nose, he lost it and howled, hood inflating away from his  \nface as his cock dumped another load into the slurping machine. The pangs of orgasm immediately  \nturned into panic and wrenching stimulation, head flinging left and right, eyes seeing nothing but  \nblack, nose smelling nothing but leather, body feeling nothing but the electric shocks of a  \ntextured rubber sleeve grabbing long his post-climax cock.-\\*  \n  \nJust as the-\\*over-stimulation-\\*was fading and his throat was sore from howling, something jabbed  \nhim in the arm. \"Oaahhhh!-\\*OWW!-\\*Whaaaa,-\\*whaa...\" Hawk groaned as heat flooded up his arm.-\\*  \n  \n---  \n  \nThe hood came off and Hawk saw the floor at a funny angle, the room lit in that same blood-red dim  \nlight as before. He was sitting in a chair again, but it was a regular sitting chair and not a  \nhellish restraining one; that exam chair was on the other side of the room. The wolf tilted his  \nhead and the room swam, footsteps around him echoing in his head. The daze slowly wore off, and the  \nwolf tried to look down. The best he could do was see his knees, spread apart. He shook his legs,  \nbut they didn't move beyond straining. His arms were likewise bound to the chair behind him, lashed  \nvertically to the back support, so heavily roped that they simply weren't able to move at all.  \nNothing held his waist to the chair, but no amount of thrashing would do more than jostle the chair  \nback and forth.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Turn him to see,\" a voice said. Hawk immediately placed it as the Eastern European accent of the  \ntortuous cougar from earlier. Someone turned the wolf's chair, and he thought it was that tiger  \nfrom before... until the enormous beast came into view, leaned forward onto some kind of slanted  \nbench, arms hogtied behind him, lower body still swathed in all that heavy, skin-tight black  \nleather. The tiger's thick neck had a massive posture collar on it, and his jaw gaped apart with a  \nball-gag the size of a cantaloupe. The tiger's huge boots had a spreader between them, another  \nstrapped between his knees, and the tiger's molded rubber pants had a back zip undone to display  \nthe huge stud's obviously-used asshole. His upper body was bare, orange and black stripes mixed up  \nwith a full-body rubber harness that looked like it could be used to pull a truck. Where Hawk had  \nsuffered with ropes, the tiger had massive straps holding his arms parallel at the forearms, right  \nangles to his spine, biceps forced as vertical as possible. The tiger was strapped down to the-\\*  \nbench, and Hawk could see that one of his nipples was stretched down with a weight that had to be  \nat least a pound.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The captive stud looked worn out, struggling only in a slow writhing attempt to get comfortable.  \nWhen he saw Hawk looking, he turned his head as far as the thick posture collar let him, face as  \nemotionless as a zoo animal as drool leaked out between his teeth. Hawk felt prickles in his bound  \nhands, body perhaps about to faint again, still under the influence of the Something that had  \nknocked him out completely just minutes? Hours? before.  \n  \n\"Now, we have more fun with tiger and wolf,\" the cougar said, cowboy boot heels clacking as he  \nstalked out towards the door. Out in the hallway, something growled and snorted, followed by creaks  \nof leather and a few odd hollow clops. Then more clops, hissing and a-\\*rowl-\\*from the cougar, a few  \nleather-fisted-\\*whacks and a deep grunt. Then, clop, clop, clop, the sound of horse hooves. Hawk  \nstruggled at the chair, head looking between the hallway door and the bound tiger, the other stud  \njust giving the wolf the same dumb look as his body slowly gyrated against the padding in front of  \nhim.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The source of the clopping hooves burst into the room, and Hawk almost laughed at first. It was  \nanother enormous tiger, not quite as bulky as the hunched-over strapped-up hulk next to the wolf;  \nthis one was much more muscular, body ripped with cords of tendon and hard-cut pecs. He was also  \nwhite, and wearing a ridiculous getup. His upper body was covered in a heavy-leather driving  \nharness, head transformed as much from a tiger to a horse's as possible. A heavy hood and bridle  \nharness shrouded his face, muzzle extended out with heavy carved leather, ears splinted up with big  \npointed leather cups that prevented them from tucking back, eyes-\\*blindered-\\*at the sides. The  \noutfit had been on for some time, as whenever the tiger-horse shook his head, condensation and spit  \nflung out.-\\*  \n  \nThe head-gear was interesting, but the arm and leg gear was over the top. The white tiger's arms  \nwere wrapped in saddle leather garments, like opera gloves that had an additional set of straps to  \nhook them to the upper body and prevent removal. Instead of hand parts, there were \\*hooves\\* made of  \nsome kind of shiny hard material, complete with metal horse-shoes. The 'ankles' had straps on them  \nto prevent the hand inside from coming out without an extreme fight. The tiger-horse's legs had  \nsimilar contraptions, those formed to look like a pair of bar chaps, buckled and padlocked to his  \ndriving harness to prevent removal. The tiger's-\\*firehose-\\*tail was unadorned, but ring-cuffed up  \nhis back to prevent it moving around. The arm straps were adjusted to force the 'horse' to hold his  \narms out, hooves dangling as if he was a real quad horse rearing up and somehow able to walk  \naround. It looked awkward, and was part of the reason that the creature stomped around.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The other reason was that he was mad. Spotting Hawk huffing and trying to stifle laughter, the big  \ntiger clopped over and swung a hoofed hand, the wolf ducking in time to hear the whistle as it  \npassed by the tip of his ear. The wolf shrank back, grunting into his bit gag. The cougar stepped  \nup behind the tiger-horse and yanked on the driving harness, the leather-covered beast letting out  \na disgusting attempt at a 'bray' and rearing back, arms waving. The cougar twisted the white tiger  \nand aimed him at the hulking, strapped-down-\\*siberian. The bound tiger twisted his head and looked  \nstupid for a few seconds, then widened his eyes and flatted his ears back, letting out  \na-\\*rrruhhhh-\\*and strained around. The closer the cougar and pony-tiger pair got, the more upset the  \nimmobilized stud got. The 'horse's dick wasn't too immense; Hawk figured that he wouldn't have a  \nproblem taking it, which seemed likely in a short while. Hawk tried to look inside the pony muzzle,  \nand got a couple glimpses of a snarl, or was it a grin?-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, you recognize this tiger?\" the cougar said, looking at the bound-up hulk. \"I thought you  \nwould, maybe he thinks this is some kind of revenge, but I just think it is amusing to see  \ntiger-horse fuck.\" The cougar took out a bottle of something and squirted it all over the white  \ntiger's cock, then let the stud go. The horse-tiger immediately lurched forward and mounted up on  \nthe bound-\\*siberian's-\\*back, hooves to the side of the shoulders, then hooked over the top, body  \npumping forward, cock slapping against the tiger's lower back, then his bared and slick rump. The  \ncougar reached forward and guided the white tiger's slicked-up, throbbing foot of erection down a  \nlittle, and one of those eager thrusts pumped it right inside. The bound stud grunted, eyes  \nsqueezing shut, ears tucked, clearly humiliated to have a fetish beast on his back. The tiger-horse  \nhad no reservations, simply starting to grunt and snort and cock-hammer the  \nmusclebound-\\*siberian's-\\*asshole so hard that the wet squelches made Hawk wince and recoil against  \nhis chair.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A good hundred thrusts later, and the tiger-horse was braying - the sound came out as a  \npoorly-rendered but enthusiastic attempt at a horse's whinnying, body lurching against the bound  \ntiger, captive tail jerking in its bonds. Then he sagged and started backing up. The cougar grabbed  \nsomething from the floor and gave the tiger-horse a bullwhip to the back, the crack making Hawk  \njump. The tiger roared into his pony-hood, only to receive several more lashings until he was back  \nagainst the bound stud and humping hard. Minutes later, another snarling bray and more tail  \ntwitching. The second climax was followed by more whipping, the tiger-horse eventually taking out  \nhis frustration at being forced to fuck or receive lashings by beating at his-\\*mount's-\\*shoulders  \nand head with a-\\*hooved-\\*hand. Each thump got a grunt and a snort from the gagged-\\*siberian,  \nslobber hanging off the dejected ass-fuck target's gaping and stuffed muzzle.  \n  \nFour more climaxes and the cougar finally pulled the horse-tiger away, allowing him to clop off  \ninto the hallway, cock dribbling onto the floor. Hawk stared after him; he thought of the times  \nhe'd been with Clyde, and how the tiger hadn't quite pulled off that level of repeat performance.  \nThen the wolf stared at the bound stud's ass; the tiger's asshole winked and quivered, then finally  \nunloaded several big drools of white spunk that ran down the insides of his legs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The entire time, someone had been behind Hawk, and that someone now stepped out to where the wolf  \ncould see him. It was a horse, an enormous-\\*clydesdale, black-furred and wearing a gleaming black  \nmotorcycle police uniform, complete with a wide-brimmed hat and mirrored sunglasses that must have  \nmade it impossible to see in the dim red light. The horse had to be nine feet tall, and helped the  \ncougar unhook the grumbling, slobbering tiger from his bindings. The two then dragged the huge stud  \nover into a corner, where they sat him down. While the tiger hadn't fought up until that point, he  \nsuddenly resisted getting down onto his rump, and it took a couple of kicks to the backs of his  \nknees to get him down from standing. Once he was there, Hawk watched as the cougar and stallion  \nscooted the tiger up against the wall, careless about knocking into the tiger's nipple weights,  \neach bump at them as they worked causing the stud to grunt and chew on his gag. Soon, the tiger was  \nforced to his knees, his ankle spreader tied back to his wrists, stuffed in the corner with much  \ngrunting, head hanging down slightly. The tiger had no choice but to stare on at Hawk.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The two came back over, and the horse stopped in front of the wolf, standing there and palming at  \nhis fly. He slowly opened up the bulging leather breeches, and fished out a cock that hung down  \nsoft longer than Hawk was hard, ebony black and with the famous flared equine head. The horse then  \nopened up his leather patrol coat and fished out a cigar nearly the size of a paper towel tube, bit  \nthe cap off, and put it in his mouth. \"You mind-\\*givin' me a light, tomcat?\"  \n  \n\"Do not call me this,\" the cougar hissed, but begrudgingly produced a lighter, allowing the horse  \nto flame up. \"Do I take his gag out?\"  \n  \n\"Sure, lemme at his mouth a bit,\" the-\\*clydesdale-\\*said, stepping forward with slow boot clops and  \na constant creak of leather over his massive muscular frame. The cougar stepped in and unhooked the  \nbit gag; before Hawk could say anything, the horse gripped his cock at the root and beat the wolf  \nin the face with it. Hawk expected a smack, not a bone-jarring, head-ringing thud. \"You're gonna  \nwork your tongue all over this thing, right 'round the piss-hole.\" SMACK!, from the other  \ndirection. \"You try an' bite it an' I'll mess you up. Now, how 'bout a nice, Yes Sir! from the  \npuppy wolf?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hawk scowled. \"Yes, Sir,\" he said, looking down as far as the posture collar let him. The enormous  \nhorse lifted up a gleaming patrol boot and tromped it down on Hawk's cock and balls. The wolf  \nhowled and lurched in the chair, lips curling back, muscles heaving under his shirt as he tried to  \nyank away. \"YES SIR! YES SIR I'LL SUCK YOUR COCK!\"  \n  \n\"Hah, you ain't-\\*suckin' this whole thing,\" the stallion said, easing up on the wolf's junk with  \nhis boot, stepping on the wolf's thigh instead. That ten inch soft dick was now well over fifteen  \nand stiff, rapidly approaching the wolf's mouth. Hawk opened wide and let it push in at his tongue,  \nthen quickly started licking. The horse kept pushing, and the dickhead soon blocked off his throat.  \nThere was no way it was fitting down inside. The horse backed off, Hawk's black tongue waggling  \nalong the shaft, licking at the piss-hole as it started to spit-\\*precum-\\*into his mouth. The horse  \nmight as well have been coming, but it was the salty clear jets of-\\*preseed-\\*and not whatever  \nhappened when a horse came all the way. He looked up and saw the big, smug grin on the horse's huge  \nmuzzle, lips sometimes tensing to puff at the huge-\\*stogie.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The horse pulled away completely once he was fully hard, and his huge black-gloved hands seized at  \nHawk's bindings and undid them. Cougar and stallion worked the wolf off the chair and right onto  \nthat padded bench, fixing the wolf down differently than the tiger. Instead of a hogtie, and  \ninstead of being hunched face-forward, Hawk got strapped back-first to the bed, arms pulled down  \nand to the sides, ropes tied down to the back support rungs. The two then grabbed the wolf's legs  \nand pulled them up, the cougar fetching straps to go from the wolf's booted ankles up to his  \nposture collar, forcing the wolf to keep his legs up and spread or else he gagged. The cougar  \nlifted up something that looked like a huge rubber roller from some machine, attached to a big  \nhead-strap. \"Maybe I put this in his mouth, he talks shit,\" the cougar said.  \n  \n\"Damn right he does, met this wolf before, served him up a nice fat-\\*ol' ticket while I was out on  \na patrol.\"  \n  \nHawk's brain reeled back and the wolf growled, kicking at his restraints. That's where the horse  \nwas from! As he opened his jaw to complain, the cougar just stuffed the roller-bit into his mouth,  \nstraining Hawk's jaws apart as far as possible. It was no bridle gag; it was an enormous thing  \nbigger around than a 20oz pop bottle, and it forced Hawk to drool no matter how he held his lips.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Gonna fuck him through for-\\*runnin' his smart mouth, an'-\\*cuz-\\*he's got a nice-\\*lookin'  \nass-hole.-\\*Lookit-\\*this,-\\*what'd-\\*you do to him 'fore, you got other horses here?\" The leather-cop  \nstud leaned over and took a thick gloved finger to the wolf's asshole, stirring around at the hole,  \npenetrating in and giving the wolf a helpless thrill under a numb twinge. \"You got a bottle of some  \nlube 'round here?\"  \n  \nThe cougar stalked over to where he'd dropped the lube used with the tiger-horse, then picked it  \nup. \"Thor used a horse-toy on him, I am surprised it fit. I did not have to gas him too much for  \nit. This wolf is more of slut than I expect,\" the cougar said, handing the bottle to the cop  \nstallion. The black stud squirted it all over his cock, gloved hand twisted around  \nthumb-towards-body and slowly milking over the length, creating a few welt squelches.  \n  \n\"Huh. Well, I'm gonna rape him full of real horse now,\" the stud said, grinning around his cigar.  \nThe horse then squatted down slightly, hand waggling his swollen cock as he started aiming it for  \nthe wolf's exposed asshole.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Naahhrr,-\\*ehh-\\*wahn-\\*feeuhh!-\\*Peease,-\\*yaahh-\\*canhh-\\*cuhhnn-\\*eh-\\*mahh-\\*mouahh,\" the wolf gurgled  \naround the bit, lips straining to try and form the right words, mouth pulled wide apart by the  \nover-fat gag.-\\*  \n  \n\"Aww, well, tomcat there's got some stuff-\\*that'll-\\*loosen you right up an' then you could fit  \nall-\\*th'Budweiser-\\*studs up in there,\" the stallion said, patting Hawk between the ears. The wolf  \ntried to snap with his useless jaws, only grunting and drooling down onto his neck. The cougar  \nremoved a-\\*hanky-\\*from a pocket and sniffed at it, then made a face. Hawk shook his head hard as  \nthe gloved hand approached his face, then smothered over his nose and gaping maw. Try as he could,  \nbut Hawk couldn't avoid at least a little of the noxious fume from the-\\*hanky, heart pounding,  \nasshole quivering as that big flared horse-dick pushed at it. The growling attempt to keep the cock  \nfrom entering suddenly became a desperate need to have it inside, and the shaft pushed right  \nthrough the wolf's quivering, worn ass-ring.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Urrhh!!-\\*Funnhhhh!-\\*Aww-\\*fuuhhhck,\" Hawk whimpered, finding startlingly little pain, only the  \nmassive sensation of having a-\\* huge cock buried deep. The wolf struggled as he lay back against  \nthe angled bench, the sheer volume of cock making him twitch and heave his abs, cock forced soft by  \nthe poppers and whatever was left inside him from before and the massive penetration.  \n  \nThe stallion grunted, fingering at his cigar as he sunk deeper, body leaning forward and planting a  \nbig hand on the wolf's leather-clad chest. \"Wolf pup looks like he's some kinda cop, but he sure  \nain't,\" the horse said. \"Jus'-\\*gettin' his dues.\" The stallion pulled back, Hawk twitching as that  \nmedial ring popped out, then the dickhead nearly pulled free. The horse reversed and pushed back  \nin, thrusting slowly for a good ten minutes, cigar slowly burning its way down a few inches of that  \nmassive-\\*stogie.-\\*  \n  \n\"Do you fuck him all night?\" The cougar said, tail lashing around and starting to pace.-\\*  \n  \n\"I ain't all impatient like you kitty-cats,\" the stud said, turning to face the cougar and pulling  \nout from Hawk in the process. The wolf had achieved some kind of penetrative zen, head swimming  \nwith the-\\*overstimulation-\\*and unique sensation of something literally stirring his guts. He  \nresponded with a gruff and a few-\\*hunnrhs-\\*around the gag, cock twitching around as his asshole  \nsqueezed itself back shut. The horse then turned back and pumped his-\\*cockhead-\\*back inside,  \ngaining another coughing, slobbering groan from the wolf.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Instead of thrusting slow, the huge stallion started hammering Hawk. The wolf fought at his arm  \nropes, legs wobbling back and forth, kicking and straining as they pulled on his posture collar via  \nthose straps, body unable to handle the thrusting. He frothed at the mouth, eyes staring at the  \nhuge invading cock as its owner hammered it in.-\\*  \n  \n\"That what you want, kitty-kitty?-\\*Doin' him real good now,\" the stallion snorted, smoke spraying  \nout his teeth as he addressed the cougar. The cougar shrugged and then scowled.-\\*  \n  \nHawk, on the other hand, started thrashing his head around, chewing at the bit, tongue slapping  \naround underneath it, flapping side to side against his teeth. The horse just kept on pumping hard,  \nand that massive invasion forced Hawk's cock to jerk and start bubbling up semen. Just a thick ooze  \ncame out before the forced climax stopped partway, and the wolf let out a strained-\\*HRRHHHHGHH! as  \nhis moment of pleasure aborted itself.-\\*  \n  \nThe stallion responded with a series of hard gloved slaps to Hawk's face, curt bangs of a huge  \ngloved hand, knuckles hitting one way, palm and fingers whacking the other, until the wolf was  \ndrooling and aching and dribbling blood from one lip, the dark drool lost in the already-slick mess  \nof black-\\*muzzlefur. \"Gonna come in-\\*yah, puppy-boy!\" the horse grunted, pumping up to the hilt,  \ncock invading so far into Hawk that the wolf coughed out of reflex. \"Gon' come in your \\_ASS!\\_\" the  \nhorse brayed, and his shaft fired off. Hawk splayed his ears and squirmed, then lay still,  \nquivering as the huge rush poured inside him. After a good five spurts, the stallion yanked out,  \nthe wolf's muzzle dropping to his chest even though that made the posture collar nearly black him  \nout.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"S-saved up-\\*th'last-\\*for you, wolf,\" the horse mumbled, and stroked along his lube-slick cock,  \nhefting it up towards Hawk's face. The wolf looked up in time to see a huge hose-squirt of spunk  \nspray out that puckered piss-hole, splattering the side of his face, his neck, slapping down  \nagainst his heaving uniform-shirted chest. The stallion then stood back, hunched with his hips out,  \nfingers playing with his fat-\\*stogie-\\*as he took it out for each puff and put it back for another  \ndraw. Then, the black clad stud slowly stomped his way over to the door, looking back at the  \nmessed-up wolf before heading into the dark hallway.-\\*  \n  \n\"Unnh,-\\*unnhrh,-\\*urrghclhh,\" Hawk snorted around the gag, asshole quivering, unable to contain the  \nhorse's massive load as he oozed out onto the angled bench.-\\* The cougar stepped over and unhooked  \nthe bit-gag, the wolf's muzzle just hanging open.-\\*  \n  \n\"Don't worry,\" the cougar said, grinning, tongue coming out to lick his whiskers. \"You wake up from  \nthis nightmare soon.\" The cat's gloved hand slipped into his coat and retrieved something. Another  \nneedle.-\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No, no, come on, just let me go, just lemme go, lemme go, lemme-\\*GAAH!\" the wolf howled, trying to  \nfight at the cougar, body wrenching on the bench, head trying to beat at the approaching gloved  \nhands. The cougar just throttled the wolf, twisted his head to the side, and stabbed him in the  \nneck. Heat rushed up to the wolf's head, followed by gray, followed by black.  \n  \n---  \n  \nHawk came around in a bathtub full of warm, sudsy water. Not just bathwater, but a luxurious bubble  \nbath. Sitting beside him, wearing a leather kilt and-\\* a gold pendant, was a black jackal. Hawk's  \nbrain slowly processed that it was the one from the club, the one who lived with Carl the club  \nowner, the one who'd greeted him at Carl's house... the jackal, despite his intent on playing  \nAnubis, smiled at the wolf and lifted a sponge to rub some soap foam into the wolf's chest. Hawk  \ngrabbed at it.  \n  \n\"What the fuck?\"  \n  \n-\\*(To be continued!)  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Force of Nature","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/20129-fear-pt-3-of-force-of-nature.json"}}