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Rei had managed to push his many misgivings aside for the night, which meant that by the time he woke up without the alarm, his mind was clear, his body was suitably rested, and best of all, his cock was hard and tented up the sheet that covered his muscled form.

The white tiger yawned in a rather jaw-popping fashion, stretched a little, and then observed the mound upon the surface of the sheet that was the only thing hiding away his erection. He could feel the throb of his erection, and strong as the rest of him, a product of some more than a pleasant dream that he couldn't remember, Rei thought, mildly, while he enjoyed the feeling of his own arousal pulsing away. He always found it to be a reassuring sign, and the Physician told him as much, that it told that his body was in good working order in more ways than one.

The white tiger felt an especial thrill upon that early morning, as he pulled the cloth away and observed the length of barbed flesh poking out of its sheath. He grasped himself and gave his shaft a slow stroke that made him rumble with pleasure. It was the experienced touch of a practiced self-lover, using the perfect amount of pressure, friction, the wrist of his wrist, everything to bring the maximised return from the act. His muscled body reveberated with the rumbling purr that rose from his strong lungs and through his throat. It might've been a rather indulgent thing to do, playing with himself like a hormone-filled boy even though he was a grown man now.

"Hmmmrrr..."

The brush of his fingers against the elastic ring about his intimate package brought him someway back into the real world. The feel of the sensor-embedded ring reminded the General of its purpose, and it brought extra excitement onto him, and made him twitch in his grip.

"Yes..." the white tiger mused to himself, "house, screen down, set position 4."

A robotic arm extended from the ceiling above his large bed and the screen upon it tilted and adjusted itself for the optimal viewing angle at this current position the tiger was occupied in. The house had been programmed to provide severral such preset options, and now the tiger had only needed to give such a brief command to find himself with access to all the computer systems of his estate. Rei didn't even remove his paw from his erection, but let his fingers remain there as a warm comforter for his shaft, while the other tapped upon the surface of the monitor to call up the programming he wished to see.

The General fondled himself almost idly while he viewed the display showing the current status of all the three men connected into the sympathetic monitoring and control programme - the two prisoners via their cock cages and the white tiger by the ring surrounding his pouch of manly goodies. As it was to be expected, the blood pressure and circulatory indicators showed that both Gantan and Sardo were exhibiting levels of arousal similar to that of the General now, thanks to the invisible link that now meant that whenever any of the three developed an erection, the other two would follow suit immediately.

Rei smirked at the knowledge of what he was doing to his captives. If they had to be such surly beasts, he thought, they might as well start to know a little of the things their very presence did for their warden, so to speak. He wondered if it would take a long time for them to catch on to the fact that their Master's arousal would affect them, and vice versa as well.

He wasn't sure whether they knew how much the two men affected him, but he dearly wished that he could tell them such a thing outright. There were few things he missed more than the possibility to worship a strong body, to mingle musk and sweat and revel in the strong body of a fellow man while they would seek pleasures of many kinds together. Rei felt that the two men in his dungeon would make good partners for such ventures, if only they were more amenable...

Perhaps they would, he thought.

The General's honor as a warrior prevented him from forcing himself on them. He had seen many filthy crimes in his time in uniform and the ubiquituous spread of rape onto the war zone disgusted him as much as any man who had even the smallest vestige of true honor and sense of morality in his heart. He could not stand the idea of harming these two men so far away from home, whether it was their bodies or their souls, with such acts. He did not want them to find terror from the idea, only pleasure and possibly even joy.

He knew they had no idea just how much pleasure he found from the two men, even without touching them. Looking at them, smelling them, thinking about them, they were sublime ways to enjoy them without scaring them too much. If only they'd know just how much...and if there was even the slightest chance that they'd find any pleasure in the sight of his own sensual body...

Perhaps, Rei reminded himself. They might not be amenable to it, yet he intended to find out. Encouraging them a little was not beyond his thoughts, either, as long as it would not count as controlling them against their will. He abhorred that idea, as much as he had told them as well.

That was not true power, and the General's true pleasure grew from real power, the will of a man so strong that it made men of lesser will submit in his feet.

His cock throbbed powerfully in his grip. Even thinking about the possibility of stroking their muscled bodies and feeling them undulate against his own made his blood flow with greater intensity. Rei decided to release his member and allowed it to simply pulse against his toned belly while he accessed the monitoring programme and opened the night vision display.

They were in bed still, asleep for now, on their respective sides of the bed. Their covers hid the erections Rei knew were there, due to the data on the biomedical display. He smirked broadly at the idea of their flesh, stretched out to full length and girth, surging with blood and constrained by the tight embrace of the cages controlling their freedom in such an intimate manner so as to prevent them from touching themselves at will.

Holding them by the balls he had told them, hadn't he?

Rei entered another sub-program of the biomedical data system, to check the neurological scan results. He wanted to be sure that both of the captives had had an adequate amount of sleep before the day would begin. While he usually woke them up at a set hour, to keep them at a good habit, today he felt...restless. He simply wanted to see their reaction once again, to finding themselves and one another as aroused as they were, and helpless to do anything about it, unless they would truly set some rather great mental barriers aside.

With these thoughts in mind, Rei tapped himself into the timetable programme and hit the override on the pre-set wakeup call for the holding cell, to rouse them from their sleep with the blare of the bell and the synthesized call.

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First, the overhead lights were turned on automatically in the holding room, followed by the incessant tone generated by the audio system within the walls.

"Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep."

The noise was loud, unmistakable, and roused both Gantan and Sardo from their sleep. It lasted for only a few seconds, but it was enough, and it was followed by the synthesized voice of the house speaking for them.

"It is time to wake up. Prepare for morning activities before further orders. Thank you."

Sleepy rumbles and groans removed themselves from the droopy-eared pair attempting to regain their conciousness. There was a lot of yawning and grumbling, and Gantan rubbing his eyes while his tonsils were out and visible for the world to see.

"Yeah fuck you too," the lion grumbled to the air.

To Sardo, lying next to him on the bed, the statement seemed like the kind of a thing the lion would say just to amuse himself, with the possible extra effect that it would perhaps annoy the master of their domain. More or less it was but one of the prickly things the lion was capable of producing out of his maw, and Sardo had received his own share as well.

"Morning to you as well, Gantan," the tiger greeted the lion.

Gantan chuffed.

"Yeah," he muttered. "Feels like I didn't sleep at all."

"That is what you keep saying," Sardo noted.

The lion made a face the tiger observed more than clearly.

"Sore?"

The lion looked very unhappy at even such a circumferential mention at the fact that the day before he had once again spoken back to the General and then gotten his ass kicked properly by the very same white tiger intending to show the lion just what he thought about subordination. Sardo was quite sure that the General had not actually caused real physical harm to the lion, but the sudden excertion had surely been a strain on him, still recovering his strength as Gantan was.

Now the lion shuffled a little under his covers and made another face upon the prospect of motion. He seemed uncomfortable, and even his tail made a kind of bounce beneath the sheet covering his body.

"I know I would be after that kind of a match," Sardo said.

Gantan growled, deep and bad-tempered.

"I could've done him in," he said. "We could have done it together, maybe."

"To what effect?" asked the tiger, whom dipped his head onto one paw and looked at the lion now lying on his side. "What do you think that would have accomplished, if we'd ganged up on him and beaten him up before he could activate our implants and make us fall down to the floor and piss ourselves when our muscles give out?"

Gantan breathed out between pursed lips so that his cheeks ballooned for the duration. The lion stroked a paw through the messy expanse of his mane.

"I think it would have felt good, in a way," he said. "Like I could still do something."

"We can do a lot to make our part here much better," Sardo said. "We talked about that last night."

Gantan grunted. He didn't take to the suggestion very kindly.

"And I told you just back then that I refuse to put on a show for him," the lion said, "whatever else he makes me do for his amusement, but I'm not play fighting with you so that he can just watch."

"He did more than watching, too."

"Fuck that," Gantan hissed. "Bet he was just waiting for one of us to slip or something so that he could throw one of us down on the mattress."

"You know that it wasn't just a small slip," Sardo noted.

Gantan's broad shoulders jumped with his shrug.

"I know," he spoke somewhat less enthusiastically than before. "I just couldn't stand watching that smug face while he wanted us to make fools of ourselves."

Sardo raised his brow.

"Do you think I wouldn't have been serious if he'd told us to spar one another?" he stated.

Gantan frowned.

"You'd beaten me up?"

"I would have been a good sport about it, at the very least," the tiger said.

"Humph."

Gantan shuffled under his covers. The expression on his muzzle once he had adjusted himself attracted Sardo's attention, and a look upon the lion's features.

"One of those mornings, huh?" the tiger suggested.

Gantan scowled.

"What do you think?" the lion snorted and slumped his head against his pillow. "It's every damn morning now. Can't go take a fucking leak without risking spraying myself."

"Or me," Sardo said.

"Don't remind me," the lion clicked his tongue in his perpetual distaste over the forceful arrangement of bathroom duties their captor had imposed on them for the moment.

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"...just give it a moment and it'll go away on its own, and we can start on our business," Sardo commented to the ill-tempered lion.

Rei smirked, while he stroked his pads ever so softly, almost tenderly over the barbs that adorned the pointed tip of his manhood.

"So you think..." the leisurely feline sussurrated while he watched the scowling pair on the screen hovering in front of him.

He was almost tempted to activate the sympathetic mode, which would mean that not only his own erection caused such an incident to his captives as well, but the pleasure he felt upon his self-stimulation would transmit to their caged cocks. If Rei stroked his paw over his shaft, back and forth, the elecrodes in the cage surface would approximate the sensation on their flesh as well. The safeguards in the system would taper off the stimulation levels, of course, so that they would not be accidentally brought to an abrupt orgasm. Rei did not want such a thing to happen prematurely, and he was sure that even a few unimpeded strokes might cause their very much pent up seed to be spilled almost without a warning.

Not yet, he thought, his other paw joining in on the fun to caress the heavy feline nuts in their warm, furry sac. He fondled them with the gentleness of a friend, and made sure to tug them, and roll the potent gonads against his palm. The sympathetic programme could transmit even that, he knew, considering that his companions' own testicles resided in the elastic plastic pouches belonging to the chastity devices he had placed upon them.

The temptation, Rei found, was particularly strong this morning.

"Yup," said the lion on screen, reclining on his bed with his paws folded behind his head while he was perhaps trying to will his body to calm itself down from whatever nightly dream pursuit that had brought on his erect state, or so he must have thought, mused Rei.

The white tiger let outa rumbling purr, and his heavy tail flopped about upon thed bed. His shaft twitched in his grip and oozed a drop of pre-juice the General was quick to brush upon his paw and bring it onto his lips. He suckled on it like a teat and enjoyed the flavor to the fullest, not to mention the subtlest of scents and the texture that his rough, yet sensitive tongue explored across the lapping motion on his fingerpad. The feeling was erotic, and aroused the sensualist tiger even further and encouraged him in his play.

"_You hungry?"_Sardo asked.

"Hmmph," said Gantan, whom was now scratching his belly.

"You may have to wait for some time yet..." Rei whispered, as if he could spea to them directly - which he could, yet chose to remain in his favorite position, that of the voyeur. The show was too entertaining, and he still had, quite evidently, a morning load to take care of so that his houseguests could have their own relief.

To the effect that was allowed for them, of course.

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