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Enjoy!", "writing": "Rocky slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he’d wake up in the small compartment the mouse locked him in, his virtual headset blaring the hypnosis video on repeat. Other times he’d be outside of it, either strung up in some nondescript concrete room, chained to a tilted wall to be hosed down, or just walking with the virtual headset acting as the world’s most expensive blindfold when off. \n\n\nThere was always something throbbing when he woke up. Sometimes a part of him was sore from a spanking or flogging, probably a punishment for his backtalk if he had to guess. Other times he felt his asshole stuffed and vibrating. It’d been the only penetration the mouse gave him unless he counted the IV bags that kept him hydrated. Rocky would have giggled at that if his mouth wasn’t filled with a thick rubber ball.\n\n\nNow though his nipples were throbbing. Instinctively he reached for them. The metal clink of his bindings reminded the hyena that was impossible. Without other options he focused on the area, noticing something cool braced against his skin where the pain pulsed. Piercings? He didn’t recall getting any piercings recently. His head sunk into the pillow, bemoaning the realization that he didn’t know what recent was. There were no clocks to tell time in the mouse’s dungeon. No windows either.\n\n\nMetal clanged. The wheels of his tiny bed rolled, halting hard enough for his feet to hit the floorboard. Waking up in the stuffy metal coffin of a morgue made him forget how cold lukewarm air could be, leaving him writhing in discomfort as a familiar voice chuckled softly. \n\n\n“Did I wake the sleeping bitch?” The mouse, his kidnapper, said. Though the chains were too taut to raise his wrists the hyena held his middle finger in the voice’s direction. All he got was another chuckle, followed by the crinkle of a fresh IV bag. \n\n\n“Relax, this is just a bag change. I know you love it when I take you out for training but I’ve got too much on my plate at the moment. Besides,” Two fingers trailed along the piercings, looping through to pull ever so carefully. “These need time to heal.”\n\n\nWere it not for the rubber ball Rocky’s screams would echo through the dungeon. Even the tiniest flick sent his nerves alight. “See what I mean? They’re way too sore for what I have planned. But they look pretty. I was debating gold but stainless steel fits your aesthetic way better.”\n\n\nRocky swore through his gag. The mouse twisted the one ring, leaving the hyena to yip in pain. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. It’s not like you have a choice in the matter. You’re mine, remember?” His other hand trailed down the yeen’s stomach like a spider, stopping with a rhythmic tapping against the hyena’s cage.”Every part of you belongs to me. The sooner you accept that the sooner you’ll enjoy it. I’ve already got a better bed for you. It’s in a cage at the foot of mine. I even paid extra to have your name engraved on it. Isn’t that nice?”\n\n\nWhat unintelligible swears Rocky made were ignored. As were his sudden cries from the warm and wet lips pressing against his puffy nipples. The mouse suckled one while teasing the other as Rocky failed to thrash him away. For his attempts, the mouse’s teeth dug into his pecs, landing nip after nip until the hyena grew silent. Then a few more for extra measure before leisurely appreciating his bite marks with his fingertips. \n\n\n“Mine. Mine. Mine.” The hot breath of his whispers trailed down the hyena’s ear. Rocky held his tongue this time, remaining silent through the IV swap. The mouse talked about his plans as he worked. None of the details revealed a name or place, but the mention of breakfast let Rocky know it was or had been, morning. \n\n\n“Now I know you get bored of waiting, but be patient. I need to make sure all my chores are finished before spending time training your cute ass. Besides, you’ve got all the entertainment you need in that headset of yours.”\n\n\nWithout another word, the mouse slid him back inside the metal coffin. Rocky winced as the screen played, showing his self-proclaimed master and the swirling background behind him. The sight of the mouse’s cock caused him to salivate in spite of his low growl. The bastard kept teasing him, denying him pleasure whilst injecting aphrodisiacs into him. Even now he felt the burning effects, originating from the iv bag’s injection point. \n\n\nWithout a clock, Rocky couldn’t tell if he’d been locked inside for minutes or hours. Regardless of how long, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some level of relief when the mouse brought him to his feet. His legs needed exercise. His whole body did, but until the mouse trusted him to remove the restraints that wouldn’t happen. Rocky didn’t make it easy.\n\n\nThe mouse made a habit not to remove the headset until everything was set. Even trips around the dungeon kept Rocky in the dark. For all he knew the place was some underground complex stretching impossibly long, or the mouse walked him in circles to keep him guessing. Despite this, there were a few rooms the hyena knew existed as separate rooms and not just the same place with rearranged furniture. \n\n\nThe first, and most obvious, was the morgue where the mouse stored him outside of use. The floor was smooth and cool, like an office space if he had to guess. Much different from the cell he first woke up in and, thankfully, hadn’t visited since. \n\n\nNext was a bathroom, a white tiled space with shower heads built into the wall and an angled floor with a drain in the center. The mouse used this place to wash his captive, usually by a pressurized hose with cold water to wake him up. The hyena hadn’t needed to use other facilities since his arrival thanks to several enemas and urine bags. Being a recipient of professional pounding on camera, the feeling wasn’t new. His current circumstances made it humiliating. \n\n\nThen there was the lab. Rocky had only entered it blindfolded but he knew it was there. The smell of chemicals and the constant slap of latex from disposable gloves made it apparent. It was where the mouse brewed up his special aphrodisiacs. His nipples throbbed at the thought of the place, no doubt instinctively familiar with the setting. \n\n\nThey reached the last room Rocky knew of. The ‘playroom’ as the mouse called it. The hyena knew it so intimately that he could tell the difference between the smooth concrete floors when they arrived.\n\n\nRocky needed to blink several times when his headset was pulled off, adjusting his vision to see the same barren room fit for a warehouse porn set. His arms were hoisted high over his head by a chain so short he needed to stand on the tips of his toes for balance. To his right was a rolled-out cart of tools. A paddle, some bullet vibrators, a bulbous vibrating wand, and more the hyena cared not to look at. \n\n\nA leather-gloved finger braced his gag. He peered forward, noting the mouse’s choice of attire. The tight gloves matched his leather work boots, with a black thong that left little to the imagination. The lithe androgynous mouse brushed his brunette hair from one side to another with a wave of his head before tilting the hyena’s chin up. “I’m going to remove that gag now. I hope by now you know what will happen if you speak out of turn.”\n\n\nRocky glanced back at the tray table. Seeing the taser, the hyena nodded. “Good boy,” the mouse said, unlatching the ballgag. Despite wearing gags before, Rocky’s jaw ached as if it’d been locked in place for a week. He wasn’t hungry enough for that to be the case, though before he could contemplate it the mouse lodged a new gag behind his teeth. A ring gag wide enough to let the mouse fuck his mouth without issue if he wanted. Normally that’d be the start of one, but then the mouse took the hyena’s tongue between his fingers and pulled.\n\n\n“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, chastising Rocky with the flat of his hand against the yeen’s stomach, “Keep still. Relax it.”\n\n\nIf it was his throat he could. Rocky removed his gag reflex early in his career. But his tongue was another matter. He grunted, and stammered out frustrated and confused moans as the mouse pulled his tongue out until his tongue stud passed the metal ring. Two straps of smoothed wood were placed between the piercing and the gag, secured by tight rubber bands. Rocky tasted the dry air on his drying tongue, unable to pull back to wet it. \n\n\nThe mouse stepped back and observed his work with his fists by his side. “That’s a good look for you. Maybe I should get something to lock your tongue out.” \n\n\nHe tried to recoil his tongue at the prospect, but the mouse’s work held it firm. Looking over his work with a sadistic smile, the mouse suckled the tiny tip of the hyena’s tongue. Attempts to pull away were met with sharp tugs at his piercings, forcing Rocky’s complacency. \n\n\n“Mine.” The mouse whispered, shifting his weight against Rocky for balance. His teeth nipped into the hyena’s neck, taking bite after bite despite the protests. \n\n\n“Mine.” Solid fists fell against Rocky’s abdomen. From the impact, he could tell the mouse held back, but the message wasn’t about pain. \n\n\n“Mine.” His asscheeks were squeezed.\n\n\n“Mine.” The mouse’s knee slammed against the hyena’s caged cock. Rocky hung forward, writhing in pain while his trapped tongue turned his wailing to that of a feral beast. \n\n\nThe molesting onslaught continued with that single word. “Mine.” The mouse repeated it through every action, from the painful, to the pleasurable, and to the weird. He twisted nipples, massaged thighs, licked his stomach and nose, and layered pinches wherever he pleased. Not an inch of the hyena was safe from his power. \n\n\nSave for one. \n\n\nTears of agony matted Rocky’s fur when the mouse stopped. His captor rolled out a small table with locksmith tools beside him. “Lockpicking is a complicated art,” he said, idly dragging the thin tools like a lover’s caress. “I’ve been practicing since your capture. I had to since you don’t keep your cage key around.”\n\n\nEyes wide, Rocky shook his head. The mouse smiled with a nod. Every voice in the hyena’s head told him to flee but his body refused to listen, fearful of the repercussions the mouse would give. \n\n\n“I know you love being caged. Frankly, I think it looks cute on you. But it’s not my cage, is it?” The mouse kneeled with tools in hand, inserting them carefully into the tiny lock. “No. It’s your cage. But you’re mine. You can’t have anything that’s yours. It must be mine.”\n\n\nHis heart skipped with the lock’s click. The pressure on his cage weakened, lessening by the second as the mouse pulled it off. It clattered to the floor with a pitched ting, echoing off the walls like a bell tolling the loss of his autonomy. \n\n\n“Well…that’s unexpected.” The mouse said with genuine surprise. “Usually the ones in cages are small. But this…you’re bigger than…” \n\n\nThe hyena winced at the mouse’s touch. He felt the weight of his unwanted erection hang against him. The mouse whistled, and for a moment Rocky saw his bewildered face underneath the shadow of his shaft. The mouse clasped it with both hands and the hyena winced again, keeping still to prevent the sensation from rising.\n\n\nRealization rose on the mouse’s face with greedy eyes. “Oh, you’re extra sensitive with this, aren’t you?” He poked and prodded to be sure, going as far as to tighten his grip and stroke. Rocky’s breathing quickened. His fists clenched. He violently shook his head, unintelligible words begging for him to stop. His pleading seemed to encourage the mouse’s experimentation. \n\n\nAnd a few more quick pumps confirmed it. The gag did its job in silencing the hyena but the reflexive cackling and screams nearly broke through. If it were hollow instead of a full sphere his jaw would have crushed it. \n\n\n“Interesting.” The mouse let go and strode across the room for a bottle of lube. He tossed his jockstrap aside, revealing the proud erection utterly dwarfed by his captive’s member. “I figured disuse would reduce the nerves, but yours seem to be in overdrive. Not to mention the size. Is that why you keep yourself caged? So you can think clearly without all your blood drained to this thick rod?” \n\n\nRocky’s erection hardened to full against his will. The mouse braced his cock against it, chuckling at the difference in size. “That’s what? A third of a foot over me? Crazy how this has never been seen in your porn.” \n\n\nThe lube felt like ice whilst slathered over his cock. Rocky buckled, his arms burning what energy they had to pull him away. But the mouse kept him steady, slowly pumping the hyena’s fat cock with both hands. Squeezing, twisting, massaging, and more. \n\n\n“This is mine.” The mouse whispered, keeping a tight hold on the hyena’s sack to keep him steady, “As is this. So stop squirming. Stop thinking you have any control here. This is my dick, and I want to see what I can do with it.” \n\n\nHe reached around, pumping from tip to base with long slick strokes that resonated off the walls. Any attempt to buck him off was met with a quick knee to his nuts, leaving Rocky to do nothing but shudder and sniffle from the tortuous pleasure. \n\n\nThe orgasm rocked his body like a heavy-weight boxer to the gut. Thick gloopy seed shot from his rod like a cannon, then sprayed as a hose until a sticky puddle formed at his feet, with streams of white where his strands landed. \n\n\nSome had hit the wall.\n\n\nThe euphoric surge sent him spiraling into unconsciousness. He next woke to the chill of cold metal against his cockhead. Were it not for the bind on his neck, Rocky would have hit his head against the ceiling of his morgue bed. His cock stirred, free from its cage and pressing at the roof of his prison. \n\n\nThe mouse rolled him out before he could question how long he’d been out. “Someone’s happy to see me,” his captor said, smiling while tapping gloved fingers over the hyena’s tender cock. “You’re not. But you will be, after a few more personal sessions. Let’s get you up.”\n\n\nEvery waking moment became debasing torture. The mouse continued to grope and fondle the hyena’s body, taking care to end each session with prolonged torture of his sore cock either with his hands or an assortment of tools from sounding rods to vibrators. Out of everything done, from using the hyena’s mouth as a urinal, his face as a mop, or even the bruises of every targeted hit across his body, the focus on his cock made him squeal for mercy. The mouse pretended not to hear it, going as far as to get a bigger gag should it prove impossible. \n\n\n“You know, I never thought I’d have this much fun with someone else’s cock.” The mouse said, casually waving the vibrating wand as if it were a natural extension of his arm. “I don’t like to admit this, but I’m a selfish lover sometimes. I go in, get what I want, and then if I’m feeling generous I’ll finish my partner off. With you though I haven’t even cum once. I’m almost hurt at how ungrateful you sound.”\n\n\nRocky’s tired head rocked aimlessly to the side. Bound to a chair with his arms crossed behind and his legs tied aside, the hyena’s thick cock stood painfully tall with no way to protect it. The room stank of sweat and cum and the floor before him had puddles of seed he’d no doubt clean later. He felt the bags under his eyes, silently wishing for the aches on his cock to end so his heavy eyelids could stay shut when they fell.\n\n\nThe mouse snapped his finger before weary eyes. “Hey, hey, I’m talking to you.” He let the vibrator whir in the air when the yeen failed to reply. Rocky’s silence ended before it could touch his bruised dick. \n\n\n“Good. Now, over the days, or has it been weeks?” He let the question hang in the air with a knowing smile. “Whatever the case, since I’ve unlocked you I’ve noticed you’ve been more stressed. You’re struggling to sleep, and look so scared. We can’t have that, I don’t want what’s mine to be unhappy. So I decided to lock your dick back up. Unfortunately, I don’t have the key to your old one. So I got you a new one instead, with just one key.” \n\n\nBlaming his exhaustion, Rocky didn’t notice the small key around the mouse’s neck until he caressed it. “Do you want to be caged? 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There was always something throbbing when he woke up. Sometimes a part of him was sore from a spanking or flogging, probably a punishment for his backtalk if he had to guess. Other times he felt his asshole stuffed and vibrating. It’d been the only penetration the mouse gave him unless he counted the IV bags that kept him hydrated. Rocky would have giggled at that if his mouth wasn’t filled with a thick rubber ball.


Now though his nipples were throbbing. Instinctively he reached for them. The metal clink of his bindings reminded the hyena that was impossible. Without other options he focused on the area, noticing something cool braced against his skin where the pain pulsed. Piercings? He didn’t recall getting any piercings recently. His head sunk into the pillow, bemoaning the realization that he didn’t know what recent was. There were no clocks to tell time in the mouse’s dungeon. No windows either.


Metal clanged. The wheels of his tiny bed rolled, halting hard enough for his feet to hit the floorboard. Waking up in the stuffy metal coffin of a morgue made him forget how cold lukewarm air could be, leaving him writhing in discomfort as a familiar voice chuckled softly.


“Did I wake the sleeping bitch?” The mouse, his kidnapper, said. Though the chains were too taut to raise his wrists the hyena held his middle finger in the voice’s direction. All he got was another chuckle, followed by the crinkle of a fresh IV bag.


“Relax, this is just a bag change. I know you love it when I take you out for training but I’ve got too much on my plate at the moment. Besides,” Two fingers trailed along the piercings, looping through to pull ever so carefully. “These need time to heal.”


Were it not for the rubber ball Rocky’s screams would echo through the dungeon. Even the tiniest flick sent his nerves alight. “See what I mean? They’re way too sore for what I have planned. But they look pretty. I was debating gold but stainless steel fits your aesthetic way better.”


Rocky swore through his gag. The mouse twisted the one ring, leaving the hyena to yip in pain. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. It’s not like you have a choice in the matter. You’re mine, remember?” His other hand trailed down the yeen’s stomach like a spider, stopping with a rhythmic tapping against the hyena’s cage.”Every part of you belongs to me. The sooner you accept that the sooner you’ll enjoy it. I’ve already got a better bed for you. It’s in a cage at the foot of mine. I even paid extra to have your name engraved on it. Isn’t that nice?”


What unintelligible swears Rocky made were ignored. As were his sudden cries from the warm and wet lips pressing against his puffy nipples. The mouse suckled one while teasing the other as Rocky failed to thrash him away. For his attempts, the mouse’s teeth dug into his pecs, landing nip after nip until the hyena grew silent. Then a few more for extra measure before leisurely appreciating his bite marks with his fingertips.


“Mine. Mine. Mine.” The hot breath of his whispers trailed down the hyena’s ear. Rocky held his tongue this time, remaining silent through the IV swap. The mouse talked about his plans as he worked. None of the details revealed a name or place, but the mention of breakfast let Rocky know it was or had been, morning.


“Now I know you get bored of waiting, but be patient. I need to make sure all my chores are finished before spending time training your cute ass. Besides, you’ve got all the entertainment you need in that headset of yours.”


Without another word, the mouse slid him back inside the metal coffin. Rocky winced as the screen played, showing his self-proclaimed master and the swirling background behind him. The sight of the mouse’s cock caused him to salivate in spite of his low growl. The bastard kept teasing him, denying him pleasure whilst injecting aphrodisiacs into him. Even now he felt the burning effects, originating from the iv bag’s injection point.


Without a clock, Rocky couldn’t tell if he’d been locked inside for minutes or hours. Regardless of how long, he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some level of relief when the mouse brought him to his feet. His legs needed exercise. His whole body did, but until the mouse trusted him to remove the restraints that wouldn’t happen. Rocky didn’t make it easy.


The mouse made a habit not to remove the headset until everything was set. Even trips around the dungeon kept Rocky in the dark. For all he knew the place was some underground complex stretching impossibly long, or the mouse walked him in circles to keep him guessing. Despite this, there were a few rooms the hyena knew existed as separate rooms and not just the same place with rearranged furniture.


The first, and most obvious, was the morgue where the mouse stored him outside of use. The floor was smooth and cool, like an office space if he had to guess. Much different from the cell he first woke up in and, thankfully, hadn’t visited since.


Next was a bathroom, a white tiled space with shower heads built into the wall and an angled floor with a drain in the center. The mouse used this place to wash his captive, usually by a pressurized hose with cold water to wake him up. The hyena hadn’t needed to use other facilities since his arrival thanks to several enemas and urine bags. Being a recipient of professional pounding on camera, the feeling wasn’t new. His current circumstances made it humiliating.


Then there was the lab. Rocky had only entered it blindfolded but he knew it was there. The smell of chemicals and the constant slap of latex from disposable gloves made it apparent. It was where the mouse brewed up his special aphrodisiacs. His nipples throbbed at the thought of the place, no doubt instinctively familiar with the setting.


They reached the last room Rocky knew of. The ‘playroom’ as the mouse called it. The hyena knew it so intimately that he could tell the difference between the smooth concrete floors when they arrived.


Rocky needed to blink several times when his headset was pulled off, adjusting his vision to see the same barren room fit for a warehouse porn set. His arms were hoisted high over his head by a chain so short he needed to stand on the tips of his toes for balance. To his right was a rolled-out cart of tools. A paddle, some bullet vibrators, a bulbous vibrating wand, and more the hyena cared not to look at.


A leather-gloved finger braced his gag. He peered forward, noting the mouse’s choice of attire. The tight gloves matched his leather work boots, with a black thong that left little to the imagination. The lithe androgynous mouse brushed his brunette hair from one side to another with a wave of his head before tilting the hyena’s chin up. “I’m going to remove that gag now. I hope by now you know what will happen if you speak out of turn.”


Rocky glanced back at the tray table. Seeing the taser, the hyena nodded. “Good boy,” the mouse said, unlatching the ballgag. Despite wearing gags before, Rocky’s jaw ached as if it’d been locked in place for a week. He wasn’t hungry enough for that to be the case, though before he could contemplate it the mouse lodged a new gag behind his teeth. A ring gag wide enough to let the mouse fuck his mouth without issue if he wanted. Normally that’d be the start of one, but then the mouse took the hyena’s tongue between his fingers and pulled.


“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, chastising Rocky with the flat of his hand against the yeen’s stomach, “Keep still. Relax it.”


If it was his throat he could. Rocky removed his gag reflex early in his career. But his tongue was another matter. He grunted, and stammered out frustrated and confused moans as the mouse pulled his tongue out until his tongue stud passed the metal ring. Two straps of smoothed wood were placed between the piercing and the gag, secured by tight rubber bands. Rocky tasted the dry air on his drying tongue, unable to pull back to wet it.


The mouse stepped back and observed his work with his fists by his side. “That’s a good look for you. Maybe I should get something to lock your tongue out.”


He tried to recoil his tongue at the prospect, but the mouse’s work held it firm. Looking over his work with a sadistic smile, the mouse suckled the tiny tip of the hyena’s tongue. Attempts to pull away were met with sharp tugs at his piercings, forcing Rocky’s complacency.


“Mine.” The mouse whispered, shifting his weight against Rocky for balance. His teeth nipped into the hyena’s neck, taking bite after bite despite the protests.


“Mine.” Solid fists fell against Rocky’s abdomen. From the impact, he could tell the mouse held back, but the message wasn’t about pain.


“Mine.” His asscheeks were squeezed.


“Mine.” The mouse’s knee slammed against the hyena’s caged cock. Rocky hung forward, writhing in pain while his trapped tongue turned his wailing to that of a feral beast.


The molesting onslaught continued with that single word. “Mine.” The mouse repeated it through every action, from the painful, to the pleasurable, and to the weird. He twisted nipples, massaged thighs, licked his stomach and nose, and layered pinches wherever he pleased. Not an inch of the hyena was safe from his power.


Save for one.


Tears of agony matted Rocky’s fur when the mouse stopped. His captor rolled out a small table with locksmith tools beside him. “Lockpicking is a complicated art,” he said, idly dragging the thin tools like a lover’s caress. “I’ve been practicing since your capture. I had to since you don’t keep your cage key around.”


Eyes wide, Rocky shook his head. The mouse smiled with a nod. Every voice in the hyena’s head told him to flee but his body refused to listen, fearful of the repercussions the mouse would give.


“I know you love being caged. Frankly, I think it looks cute on you. But it’s not my cage, is it?” The mouse kneeled with tools in hand, inserting them carefully into the tiny lock. “No. It’s your cage. But you’re mine. You can’t have anything that’s yours. It must be mine.”


His heart skipped with the lock’s click. The pressure on his cage weakened, lessening by the second as the mouse pulled it off. It clattered to the floor with a pitched ting, echoing off the walls like a bell tolling the loss of his autonomy.


“Well…that’s unexpected.” The mouse said with genuine surprise. “Usually the ones in cages are small. But this…you’re bigger than…”


The hyena winced at the mouse’s touch. He felt the weight of his unwanted erection hang against him. The mouse whistled, and for a moment Rocky saw his bewildered face underneath the shadow of his shaft. The mouse clasped it with both hands and the hyena winced again, keeping still to prevent the sensation from rising.


Realization rose on the mouse’s face with greedy eyes. “Oh, you’re extra sensitive with this, aren’t you?” He poked and prodded to be sure, going as far as to tighten his grip and stroke. Rocky’s breathing quickened. His fists clenched. He violently shook his head, unintelligible words begging for him to stop. His pleading seemed to encourage the mouse’s experimentation.


And a few more quick pumps confirmed it. The gag did its job in silencing the hyena but the reflexive cackling and screams nearly broke through. If it were hollow instead of a full sphere his jaw would have crushed it.


“Interesting.” The mouse let go and strode across the room for a bottle of lube. He tossed his jockstrap aside, revealing the proud erection utterly dwarfed by his captive’s member. “I figured disuse would reduce the nerves, but yours seem to be in overdrive. Not to mention the size. Is that why you keep yourself caged? So you can think clearly without all your blood drained to this thick rod?”


Rocky’s erection hardened to full against his will. The mouse braced his cock against it, chuckling at the difference in size. “That’s what? A third of a foot over me? Crazy how this has never been seen in your porn.”


The lube felt like ice whilst slathered over his cock. Rocky buckled, his arms burning what energy they had to pull him away. But the mouse kept him steady, slowly pumping the hyena’s fat cock with both hands. Squeezing, twisting, massaging, and more.


“This is mine.” The mouse whispered, keeping a tight hold on the hyena’s sack to keep him steady, “As is this. So stop squirming. Stop thinking you have any control here. This is my dick, and I want to see what I can do with it.”


He reached around, pumping from tip to base with long slick strokes that resonated off the walls. Any attempt to buck him off was met with a quick knee to his nuts, leaving Rocky to do nothing but shudder and sniffle from the tortuous pleasure.


The orgasm rocked his body like a heavy-weight boxer to the gut. Thick gloopy seed shot from his rod like a cannon, then sprayed as a hose until a sticky puddle formed at his feet, with streams of white where his strands landed.


Some had hit the wall.


The euphoric surge sent him spiraling into unconsciousness. He next woke to the chill of cold metal against his cockhead. Were it not for the bind on his neck, Rocky would have hit his head against the ceiling of his morgue bed. His cock stirred, free from its cage and pressing at the roof of his prison.


The mouse rolled him out before he could question how long he’d been out. “Someone’s happy to see me,” his captor said, smiling while tapping gloved fingers over the hyena’s tender cock. “You’re not. But you will be, after a few more personal sessions. Let’s get you up.”


Every waking moment became debasing torture. The mouse continued to grope and fondle the hyena’s body, taking care to end each session with prolonged torture of his sore cock either with his hands or an assortment of tools from sounding rods to vibrators. Out of everything done, from using the hyena’s mouth as a urinal, his face as a mop, or even the bruises of every targeted hit across his body, the focus on his cock made him squeal for mercy. The mouse pretended not to hear it, going as far as to get a bigger gag should it prove impossible.


“You know, I never thought I’d have this much fun with someone else’s cock.” The mouse said, casually waving the vibrating wand as if it were a natural extension of his arm. “I don’t like to admit this, but I’m a selfish lover sometimes. I go in, get what I want, and then if I’m feeling generous I’ll finish my partner off. With you though I haven’t even cum once. I’m almost hurt at how ungrateful you sound.”


Rocky’s tired head rocked aimlessly to the side. Bound to a chair with his arms crossed behind and his legs tied aside, the hyena’s thick cock stood painfully tall with no way to protect it. The room stank of sweat and cum and the floor before him had puddles of seed he’d no doubt clean later. He felt the bags under his eyes, silently wishing for the aches on his cock to end so his heavy eyelids could stay shut when they fell.


The mouse snapped his finger before weary eyes. “Hey, hey, I’m talking to you.” He let the vibrator whir in the air when the yeen failed to reply. Rocky’s silence ended before it could touch his bruised dick.


“Good. Now, over the days, or has it been weeks?” He let the question hang in the air with a knowing smile. “Whatever the case, since I’ve unlocked you I’ve noticed you’ve been more stressed. You’re struggling to sleep, and look so scared. We can’t have that, I don’t want what’s mine to be unhappy. So I decided to lock your dick back up. Unfortunately, I don’t have the key to your old one. So I got you a new one instead, with just one key.”


Blaming his exhaustion, Rocky didn’t notice the small key around the mouse’s neck until he caressed it. “Do you want to be caged? To have a nice suit of armor over this thick log between your legs?”


The hyena nodded without thinking.


“You need to do something then. It’s my cage, so lending it means I need to trust you. Do you understand?”


Again, Rocky nodded. Desperation muffled his judgment. The mouse grinned, “I’m going to untie you, and I’m going to remove that gag. You’re going to get on your hands and knees and tell me who I am. Is that clear?”


Rocky didn’t know who he was, but he quickly realized that was not what was being asked. He accepted the terms, letting relief flood his body when the bindings were loosened and his legs struggled to support him. He was weaker now, barely able to stand before the mouse who decided to take the chair as his own, legs crossed and waiting.


On his hands and knees, the hyena bowed his head and swallowed. “You…” his words were parched. The mouse kept him hydrated through IVs but the only thing he’d zipped was urine and seed. After a few failed starts he strengthened himself to finish. “You…you are my master.”


His master smiled. “I’m glad my slave has come to its senses. Now, let’s get you locked, shall we?” The cage he revealed was bigger than Rocky’s old one, giving him room to grow. A closer inspection revealed tiny nubs riddling the inside of the steel cage. The hyena gulped, ears faltering at his master’s choice.


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