"Uh, hey, Mystery. I'm here, what do you want?" A hunky, blond shiba dog said, entering the operating room. 

"You're late." The lanky cat man scorned. He was sitting on the edge of a gurney with his legs crossed, rapidly dangling a foot while playing with rope from a coil beside him. 

"Um, yeah. What's up with the... uh." Talked the dog, taking in the atmosphere he just came into. He noticed a noose behind the cat's shoulder, hanging from the surgery lamp, the other end of the rope wrapped to a leg of the bed. Only one of three lamps from above worked, shining a bright white on the center of the room. On the darker corners were surgery machinery, broken and unplugged, chrome tables and an empty, tall cabinet. The air was musky, with a smell of dried blood, albeit only a few brown spots could be seen around. As much as the hospital was abandoned, this room was fairly well preserved compared to the others. Mystery's poker faced expression was mostly hidden in shadow, his left eye being the most visible feature. 

"Do you know what we'll be doing today?" He asked.

"...Hm?"

"We're gonna be having a little fun, playing this game I made up. It goes like this; you put this rope around your neck, and I'll make you bounce up and down!" A toothy grin spread itself on his face.

"N-no. There is no way in heck I'm gonna do that!" The dog shouted. 

"Why, Alfred? It's gonna be fun, we can take turns!" Mystery said, jumping out of the bed and walking over to the door behind the dog, a key in his gloved hand. 

"No, I'm out." Alfred only slightly opened the door before being pulled back by the cat, who then locked it and pushed the man towards the gurney. 

"Look buddy, you're going there whether you like it or not." He retorted, bending the man over backwards on the bed, wrists locked together on one hand, the other placed on his chest. "You don't want to make your best friend mad, do you?" 

Alfred gritted his teeth and threw his legs around as best as he could to get away, only to get his balls hit by a knee. Mystery rubbed his kneecap further and repeatedly slapped his friend's face red, to which he squirmed in pain. "Why do you do this to me? You're supposed to be better than this." He growled as he put Alfred's lower half on the bed, then pushing the gurney forwards and positining his head in the noose.

Tears started to well in the dog's eyes, his mouth pleading for him to stop. "Mystery, please, I don't want to do this. I got a fam-"

"Yeah, yeah! Shut up, Freddy, you've said enough. Now stand up there, and if you get that rope off you, you're gonna get some more bruises to show!" Mystery demanded, slapping the guy's thigh. Alfred did as promptly so, shaking, scared to fall off the surgery bed. The noose drooped on his chest like a necklace, and he couldn't bear to think about the moment it will tighten around him.

"Will you at least let me live?!" He screamed, clutching the rope in fear.

"Oh, you dummy. What do you think?" The cat answered. "Just be a good boy and everything will be okay." 

"I'm not going to be your 'good boy' if you're going to ki-!"

"Stop talking!" Mystery roared as he kicked the gurney from under him, which slided accross the room and left Alfred on thin air, hung up high. The force on his neck was overwhelming, he thrashed around as he lost control of his breath. Gagging, desperate, tears running down his reddening face, his tongue sticking out. Mystery, realizing his mistake, ran up to the cords on the foot of the bed, unwrapped them and put him down before it was too late. The dog scrambled to his feet and gasped for air, heaving, holding onto the noose as tight as he could for support. The purple cat walked over to him, still holding the opposite end of the rope. 

"You did well. Breathe in, you need it." Mystery whispered in Alfred's ear, creeping a hand under his auburn blouse to feel up his toned chest move erratically. The man cried harder upon being touched, wanting to strike his hand away but too shocked to even stand up straight. "Ready to go up again, sweetie?"

"...No, I'm not ready, don't do it." Alfred moaned in a hushed voice before being slowly pulled up again. Feeling his larynx close tight, this time he wasn't so panicked, but it still brought him tears. Looking into Mystery's weirdly lustful expression actually made him confused. Descending back to the ground, he asked, "A-are you enjoying this?!"

"Hee hee, Mystery's getting rock hard, baby!" He beamed. "I hope you are, too!" 

"Ah, so, that's what this is about?" He took a moment to catch his breath. "What was I expecting of you..." 

"Well? Are you or not? I guess there's only one way to find out." Mystery said, feeling up Alfred's crotch from his pants. "Boohoo, no bulge? We gotta change that... take 'em off."

"Uh, no, I won't. You're gonna have to do it yourself." 

"Alright then, but don't you complain." 

The cat wrapped the rope on his left hand and kneeled down to reach the upmost of his friend's pants, subsequently hanging him up a bit. Pulling them all down at once, he raised his left hand above his head to let the dog touch the ground, who felt the air brush his sensitive skin for the first time in a while. With his right hand, he wrapped his gloved fingers around the soft shaft, caressing his frenulum with the thumb and slowly jerking it back and forth. 

"Ah, stop it!" Alfred groaned, unable to stop his erection from coming. Some of his tears were falling on his hard dick.

"Mm, so sad, there's no need to feel so down! Mystery wants you to feel good, like him." He whispered, lolled out his thick, long tongue and wrapped it on his cock's head, then enveloping the whole thing in his mouth. The man couldn't help but moan in pleasure as the cat started bobbing his head up and down his length. So warm, so wet, his tongue was a whole different sensation for him. 

Soon enough, Alfred thrusted into his face himself, clutching Mystery's hair. "Oh, forgive me God, for giving into such tempta- ack!" He shouted before being lifted off the ground just enough to restrict his throat. He held onto Mystery with his cream colored legs in an attempt to gain support, but it wasn't enough.

"You talk too much, sweetie. That's your problem, you gotta learn when to shut up." The violet man said, a string of dark saliva hanging from his lip after he pulled out the penis from his mouth to speak, then sucking it back. 

His face wet with tears, sweat and drool, feeling the tightness of his rope necklace, Alfred climaxed with a guttural moan, blowing his load all over Mystery's face. The cat completely let go of the rope and dropped his partner straight to the floor, falling along with him with care not to spit out his meat. He shoved himself on the crotch and drank the remaining cumshots while watching the dog's chest heave up and down erratically, his back arched with both pain and pleasure.

Once the last drop of semen was out, Mystery picked up the cord from the floor, stood up and pulled his dog up by the knot right up to his bulging crotch, making him kneel before him. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to let out his hard, musky cock. "My turn." He said. "I want to feel you gag on it." 

"Okay, now that's too much." Alfred muttered before getting a slap to the face and a pinch on the nose, making him gasp and take that boner full force down his aching throat. He cried on his dick as it pumped itself increasingly faster, choking, breathless. The noose also became increasingly tighter with each thrust, which pressured Mystery's dick inside the man's windpipe.

His friend didn't even try to fight it anymore, knowing that if he did, he would just taste more pain. Instead, he grasped the black clothed legs in front of him and savored Mystery's salty length, refraining from touching his needy 7 incher.

The cat growled and panted like a complete animal before cumming hard and fast, forced the poor dog to swallow double the much Mystery gulped down before. The excess cum that drooled from Alfred's mouth fell onto his hardened shaft and his blouse, the only article of clothing he wore now stained with spunk. His eyes were puffy, he was tired and could hardly breathe, all he wanted to do was get this necklace off of him and go to sleep, but the pervert held his head in place until he was finished ejaculating. Mystery dropped him dead on the floor after a while, and left to dress himself.

"You look so pretty when you're broken like that." He admired the view before unlocking the door.

"W-what, you're just going to leave me here like this?" The blond shiba said.

"You're a grown man, you can figure your shit out. Goodnight." Mystery growled before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

Alfred, laying down on the floor, cold, loosened the rope and threw it away. Touching up his neck, he could feel the pain from the dark bruises that formed. Looking back on his hand, there was blood, he just couldn't differentiate it from the sweat. He felt severely dehydrated as well, and the nearest water supply was three corridors far. 

"Grown man, huh?"