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Dion pushes the limits of his body in a bizarre rite of absolution. To what extent will Max go to inflict the desired pain upon the wolf? Between the two men lies an understanding of punishment and pleasure with lines so closely connected they are almost inseparable.", "writing": "Chapter Nine\n\nMax pulled back the harness around Dion's mouth, clasping it shut at the back of his neck, securing the ball gag in place. Then, the tiger placed Dion's wrists behind his back and slapped a pair of silver handcuffs on them. He then closed the cuffs tight against the wolf's fur.\n\nDion felt as though the handcuffs would surely bruise him, the very idea excited him. He moaned but the gag did its job and muffled his cries.\n\nMax growled, ``You're enjoying this, you sick fuck.''\n\nHe pushed Dion to the floor, the wolf's naked body hit the ground hard and Max could have sworn he saw Dion smile.\n\nMax grabbed Dion's ankles and clasped them in heavy leg shackles. He then connected them to handcuffs with a length of tight chain. He pulled Dion onto his knees and gripped the top of his head, forcing him to face the tiger.\n\nMax got on one knee and flexed his fingers along Dion's skull, ``Time to pay you back for the attention you've given me.''\n\nA sliver of drool trailed out of the wolf's jowls and his eyes rolled up into the back of his\n\nhead.\n\nMax shoved him back to the floor and proceeded to drag him along the cottage until they reached a closed door.\n\n``Didn't peg for my brother for a freak but I guess it just runs in the family,'' Max opened the door and tossed Dion inside.\n\nDion scanned the room from the ground, it was dark and then he heard the striking of a match as Max went around the room and lit the numerous candles that served as the only source of lighting in the space. When the room was lit, the very sight marvelled Dion. It was a venerable room of torture. Whips, chains, various rods and pokers hung along the wall alongside full-body leather suits and harnesses.\n\nMax pulled off his shirt and ran his fingers along the various utensils throughout the room, ``To think he had all these flown in, do you think he wanted to use them on you?''\n\nFuck, I wish he had, Dion groaned.\n\nMax narrowed his eyes towards the wolf, ``Imagine my surprise. My brother, the saint, filling this cottage with a freezer full of meat, purchased on the black market no doubt. Then he had the balls to create this room and he was going to keep it all to himself. Can you believe that?''\n\nMax picked up several whips and tried them out on the empty space in front of Dion. The sound of the whips cracking through the air made Dion moist. Max finally settled on a beater with four prongs on the end of the sleek black handle. ``Oh ya, I like the feel of this one.''\n\nHe then ran the end of the cane along Dion's back and then pressed the tip into the side of the wolf's face. Dion's chest heaved in and out. He wondered when Max would finally have the balls to use the beater on him.\n\nHe wouldn't have to wait long. Max wound back his wrist and sent the prongs colliding into Dion's buttock.\n\nThe sound of slapping and grunting echoed throughout the cottage. Dion's breathing was becoming ragged but Max continued to pound the cane against the wolf's ass. After a few more spanks, Max stopped.\n\nHe tossed the cane aside and hoisted Dion to his knees, ``Do you want more?'' Dion's eyes were closed, but he nodded vigorously.\n\n\f\n\nMax grabbed hold of Dion's jaw and lifted him onto his feet until the chain connecting his wrist and ankle restrains snapped and Dion fell back down. Max opened his fly and lowered his pants, removing them along with his mesh briefs. He walked back to the wall and pulled one of the leather bodysuits down.\n\n``Can you believe Micah and I are the same size?'' He said as he started to don the suit. The leather stretched and pulled over his body until everything up to head was covered in black leather. Max reached back and pulled the facemask over his head.\n\nThe tiger zipped the mouth flap closed and all Dion could see were his emerald eyes piercing down on him.\n\nHe then picked up a cat o'nine tails, his eyes flashing menacingly towards the wolf.\n\nDion shivered, his entire body ached for the sting of the whip.\n\nDo it. For the love of fuck, do it, he urged mentally.\n\nMax raised the flail over his head and swirled the prongs around before snapping his wrist towards Dion. The tips of the whip cracked and cut Dion across his chest. Dion howled in pain, buckled over and fell.\n\nThe tiger kept the pressure on and cracked the whip, twice, thrice and then a fourth time as Dion accepted every embrace of the whip.\n\nMax unzipped his mouthpiece, ``How're you holding up?''\n\nDion lay on the floor, if it wasn't for his labored breathing, Max would have mistakenly thought he had passed out.\n\nHe reached behind Dion's head and unclasped the gag. The ball tumbled to the floor, covered in thick saliva. Dion's eyes flashed and he clasped his jaw onto Max's hand.\n\nWhile his fangs didn't pierce through the leather suit, Max instinctively winced and tried to pull his hand back, ``You still have some fight left in you, eh?''\n\nDion slowly opened his mouth and let go of Max. The wolf panted, ``You don't know the half of it.''\n\nMax studies the wolf, he was covered in bruises and light lacerations but he was also fully erect and dripping with his fluid. The tiger removed his mask, ``I can do so much more to you.''\n\n``Babe, I'm counting on it.'' Dion craned his head towards Max and licked his face. Max grabbed Dion and shoved his head down onto the floor, ``I never said you could\n\ntouch me.''\n\nDion panted as his entire body shuddered, ``What are you going to do about it?'' Max growled, ``Wouldn't you just love to know?''\n\nHe unlocked Dion's shackles, picked up the wolf and began pushing him out of the room. Dion's body ached as Max led him outside the cottage and down to the beach. The sun was rising over the water and the scarlet hues coloured the clouds with a malicious tint.\n\nMax brought the wolf into the water until they were deep enough that Dion was having trouble touching the bottom.\n\nThe wolf looked up at Max expectedly, ``If you wanted to swim, you should have just said so.''\n\nMax placed his hands on Dion's shoulder and pushed him below the surface of the water, holding him down with as much force as he could.\n\nDion didn't flail. He accepted what was happening readily. He deserved this after all. He opened his eyes and peered through the water towards Max. The tiger was shouting something, though Dion could only hear muffled shouts through the water.\n\n\fHe could imagine what Max was shouting though.\n\nHow does it feel to not be able to breath?\n\nAre you in agony yet?\n\nWhy won't you fight back?\n\nDo you want to die?\n\nDion's lungs screamed as he fought the urge to fill them with air once more. He hurt so badly but there wasn't any way he would give in now, he would push his body to the very edge before surrendering to his limits.\n\nHe did this because he was able to, because only Dion could handle this level of suffering. He grabbed hold of his cock and started to stroke it. He only had so long before his brain shut down from lack of oxygen and he needed to chase this high. The oxygen deprivation induced a sense of euphoria and he felt as though his inhibitions were all but abandoned.\n\nClimax was close at hand. Fast and fast, Dion opened his mouth and took in the lake water as he felt his seed erupt out and numbness take hold.\n\nHe was having trouble holding onto his thoughts.\n\nHe gripped Max's wrists and squeezed them as tight as he could, then after a minute or so let go and the tiger quickly pulled him to the surface.\n\nDion hacked up what felt like a lung after Max had successful revived him on the beach. Max placed a hand on the wolf's face before leaning in to kiss him. Dion threw his arms\n\naround the tiger and pulled him in close, he felt utterly spent but her adrenaline was still going strong.\n\n``How close do you think you came to dying?'' Max said between passionate flicks of their tongues.\n\nDion's eyes were clouding over; he coughed and said, ``It wasn't enough, not yet.'' ``I'm not here to kill you, you know that?'' Max stroked the side of Dion's face tenderly. ``I know, but we can go further, I can handle it.''\n\n``You can...but he can't. Can he?'' Max said as he ran his fingers over the many cuts on the Dion's body.\n\nDion shivered, ``He needs me for that. He just doesn't know it yet.''\n\n``I need you too,'' Max hugged Dion and began to sob, ``No one else can do what you can. I would break without you.''\n\nDion was having trouble keeping his eyes opened, ``Listen to me, I need some time to rest but when you need me, there's a way to reach out to me.''\n\nHe came in close and whispered into Max's ear before collapsing. Max's eyes widened and he picked up the wolf's unconscious body. He returned to the cottage and dried the wolf off as best he could and bandaged his wounds. He then set him in bed and left him alone. The tiger returned to the torture room and removed the leather suit. He gathered his clothes and dressed.\n\nA few hours later, Max heard a cry from the bedroom and casual entered to find Riley looking at his body in horror.\n\n``What...what did you do to me?'' He couldn't stop shaking, his body was on fire. Where did all these cuts come from?\n\nMax sighed, ``We have a lot to talk about, don't we, Riley.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter Nine

Max pulled back the harness around Dion's mouth, clasping it shut at the back of his neck, securing the ball gag in place. Then, the tiger placed Dion's wrists behind his back and slapped a pair of silver handcuffs on them. He then closed the cuffs tight against the wolf's fur.

Dion felt as though the handcuffs would surely bruise him, the very idea excited him. He moaned but the gag did its job and muffled his cries.

Max growled, ``You're enjoying this, you sick fuck.''

He pushed Dion to the floor, the wolf's naked body hit the ground hard and Max could have sworn he saw Dion smile.

Max grabbed Dion's ankles and clasped them in heavy leg shackles. He then connected them to handcuffs with a length of tight chain. He pulled Dion onto his knees and gripped the top of his head, forcing him to face the tiger.

Max got on one knee and flexed his fingers along Dion's skull, ``Time to pay you back for the attention you've given me.''

A sliver of drool trailed out of the wolf's jowls and his eyes rolled up into the back of his

head.

Max shoved him back to the floor and proceeded to drag him along the cottage until they reached a closed door.

``Didn't peg for my brother for a freak but I guess it just runs in the family,'' Max opened the door and tossed Dion inside.

Dion scanned the room from the ground, it was dark and then he heard the striking of a match as Max went around the room and lit the numerous candles that served as the only source of lighting in the space. When the room was lit, the very sight marvelled Dion. It was a venerable room of torture. Whips, chains, various rods and pokers hung along the wall alongside full-body leather suits and harnesses.

Max pulled off his shirt and ran his fingers along the various utensils throughout the room, ``To think he had all these flown in, do you think he wanted to use them on you?''

Fuck, I wish he had, Dion groaned.

Max narrowed his eyes towards the wolf, ``Imagine my surprise. My brother, the saint, filling this cottage with a freezer full of meat, purchased on the black market no doubt. Then he had the balls to create this room and he was going to keep it all to himself. Can you believe that?''

Max picked up several whips and tried them out on the empty space in front of Dion. The sound of the whips cracking through the air made Dion moist. Max finally settled on a beater with four prongs on the end of the sleek black handle. ``Oh ya, I like the feel of this one.''

He then ran the end of the cane along Dion's back and then pressed the tip into the side of the wolf's face. Dion's chest heaved in and out. He wondered when Max would finally have the balls to use the beater on him.

He wouldn't have to wait long. Max wound back his wrist and sent the prongs colliding into Dion's buttock.

The sound of slapping and grunting echoed throughout the cottage. Dion's breathing was becoming ragged but Max continued to pound the cane against the wolf's ass. After a few more spanks, Max stopped.

He tossed the cane aside and hoisted Dion to his knees, ``Do you want more?'' Dion's eyes were closed, but he nodded vigorously.

\f

Max grabbed hold of Dion's jaw and lifted him onto his feet until the chain connecting his wrist and ankle restrains snapped and Dion fell back down. Max opened his fly and lowered his pants, removing them along with his mesh briefs. He walked back to the wall and pulled one of the leather bodysuits down.

``Can you believe Micah and I are the same size?'' He said as he started to don the suit. The leather stretched and pulled over his body until everything up to head was covered in black leather. Max reached back and pulled the facemask over his head.

The tiger zipped the mouth flap closed and all Dion could see were his emerald eyes piercing down on him.

He then picked up a cat o'nine tails, his eyes flashing menacingly towards the wolf.

Dion shivered, his entire body ached for the sting of the whip.

Do it. For the love of fuck, do it, he urged mentally.

Max raised the flail over his head and swirled the prongs around before snapping his wrist towards Dion. The tips of the whip cracked and cut Dion across his chest. Dion howled in pain, buckled over and fell.

The tiger kept the pressure on and cracked the whip, twice, thrice and then a fourth time as Dion accepted every embrace of the whip.

Max unzipped his mouthpiece, ``How're you holding up?''

Dion lay on the floor, if it wasn't for his labored breathing, Max would have mistakenly thought he had passed out.

He reached behind Dion's head and unclasped the gag. The ball tumbled to the floor, covered in thick saliva. Dion's eyes flashed and he clasped his jaw onto Max's hand.

While his fangs didn't pierce through the leather suit, Max instinctively winced and tried to pull his hand back, ``You still have some fight left in you, eh?''

Dion slowly opened his mouth and let go of Max. The wolf panted, ``You don't know the half of it.''

Max studies the wolf, he was covered in bruises and light lacerations but he was also fully erect and dripping with his fluid. The tiger removed his mask, ``I can do so much more to you.''

``Babe, I'm counting on it.'' Dion craned his head towards Max and licked his face. Max grabbed Dion and shoved his head down onto the floor, ``I never said you could

touch me.''

Dion panted as his entire body shuddered, ``What are you going to do about it?'' Max growled, ``Wouldn't you just love to know?''

He unlocked Dion's shackles, picked up the wolf and began pushing him out of the room. Dion's body ached as Max led him outside the cottage and down to the beach. The sun was rising over the water and the scarlet hues coloured the clouds with a malicious tint.

Max brought the wolf into the water until they were deep enough that Dion was having trouble touching the bottom.

The wolf looked up at Max expectedly, ``If you wanted to swim, you should have just said so.''

Max placed his hands on Dion's shoulder and pushed him below the surface of the water, holding him down with as much force as he could.

Dion didn't flail. He accepted what was happening readily. He deserved this after all. He opened his eyes and peered through the water towards Max. The tiger was shouting something, though Dion could only hear muffled shouts through the water.

\fHe could imagine what Max was shouting though.

How does it feel to not be able to breath?

Are you in agony yet?

Why won't you fight back?

Do you want to die?

Dion's lungs screamed as he fought the urge to fill them with air once more. He hurt so badly but there wasn't any way he would give in now, he would push his body to the very edge before surrendering to his limits.

He did this because he was able to, because only Dion could handle this level of suffering. He grabbed hold of his cock and started to stroke it. He only had so long before his brain shut down from lack of oxygen and he needed to chase this high. The oxygen deprivation induced a sense of euphoria and he felt as though his inhibitions were all but abandoned.

Climax was close at hand. Fast and fast, Dion opened his mouth and took in the lake water as he felt his seed erupt out and numbness take hold.

He was having trouble holding onto his thoughts.

He gripped Max's wrists and squeezed them as tight as he could, then after a minute or so let go and the tiger quickly pulled him to the surface.

Dion hacked up what felt like a lung after Max had successful revived him on the beach. Max placed a hand on the wolf's face before leaning in to kiss him. Dion threw his arms

around the tiger and pulled him in close, he felt utterly spent but her adrenaline was still going strong.

``How close do you think you came to dying?'' Max said between passionate flicks of their tongues.

Dion's eyes were clouding over; he coughed and said, ``It wasn't enough, not yet.'' ``I'm not here to kill you, you know that?'' Max stroked the side of Dion's face tenderly. ``I know, but we can go further, I can handle it.''

``You can...but he can't. Can he?'' Max said as he ran his fingers over the many cuts on the Dion's body.

Dion shivered, ``He needs me for that. He just doesn't know it yet.''

``I need you too,'' Max hugged Dion and began to sob, ``No one else can do what you can. I would break without you.''

Dion was having trouble keeping his eyes opened, ``Listen to me, I need some time to rest but when you need me, there's a way to reach out to me.''

He came in close and whispered into Max's ear before collapsing. Max's eyes widened and he picked up the wolf's unconscious body. He returned to the cottage and dried the wolf off as best he could and bandaged his wounds. He then set him in bed and left him alone. The tiger returned to the torture room and removed the leather suit. He gathered his clothes and dressed.

A few hours later, Max heard a cry from the bedroom and casual entered to find Riley looking at his body in horror.

``What...what did you do to me?'' He couldn't stop shaking, his body was on fire. Where did all these cuts come from?

Max sighed, ``We have a lot to talk about, don't we, Riley.''

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