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Commission for Renn

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Enjoy!", "writing": "This time Rocky was fortunate enough to know a month had passed since his escape attempt. As it turned out, good behavior gave good rewards. When the hyena wasn’t strapped in the basement viewing the hypnosis headset, or being used for the mouse’s pleasure, he was brought upstairs to simply exist as he pleased. \n\nHe grew suspicious at first. Surely his master wouldn’t let him move around so freely after nearly choking him out. He didn’t have bindings for his cuffs on the first day, letting Rocky snoop around at the mouse’s leisure, provided Renn was with him at all times. Either noticing his frustration, or just feeling sadistic, his master locked chains on his wrists and ankles the second day. “For you,” he’d told him. As if Rocky needed to feel bound.\n\nHe wasn’t wrong but the hyena didn’t want to admit it.\n\nThe bondage varied. Sometimes Rocky was decked in chains and gagged, sometimes just a gag, sometimes he had nothing but ankle cuffs. He found it easier to move while bound. Less stressed. Some part of him knew it had to be because of the hypnosis, but he pushed that aside in favor of other things.\n\nNot escape. At least not an immediate escape. With the entire town under Renn’s control and the mountains surrounding the place, escaping was near impossible. Unless he killed his master, but Rocky wasn’t a killer. Knocking him out was the most violent the hyena had ever been and he wasn’t eager to do it again. So he bided his time, serving the mouse in his home like a kinky butler. Helped clean his clothes, clean the floors, and prepped his meals. When he wasn’t doing that, and his master was too busy to demand a blowjob underneath the desk, Rocky took the time to relax on the couch. \n\n“Enjoying yourself?” His master asked, rousing Rocky from the couch. The hyena glared back. His master grinned. “I suppose you are. You’re more of a cat than you are a hyena, you know that?”\n\n“Hyenas aren’t related to cats,” Rocky argued. “We’re closer to them than dogs, but that doesn’t make us cats.”\n“Yeah. I remember hyena rights groups arguing that.” Renn took to his seat, casually unzipping his pants. Rocky knew his master’s scent well enough, already crawling over for the inevitable command to service the mouse’s cock. Sure enough the mouse ushered him toward the soft shaft, letting the hyena’s mouth suckle it to full erection.\n \nHis master leaned back, sighing in satisfaction while Rocky suckled the rod. One hand casually scratched between the hyena’s ears while the other turned on the TV, flipping through channels with an abundance of holiday music playing. “It’s obnoxious, isn’t it?” He said rhetorically, “How the holidays keep being shoved down our throats. Well, not your throat. It’s already occupied.”\n\nIn another time Rocky would have shown his teeth at such a comment. Now he just kept sucking, ignoring his master’s bluster. The mouse petted his head in response, chuckling in confidence to himself. \n\n“Even I can’t put a stop to it. I’ve thought about it. Considered giving a decree that there be no winter holiday decorations before December and even tried banning that song. But stuff like that attracts more attention than I’d like. And it made me feel like a dick.”\n\n“More than kidnapping and enslaving someone?” Rocky asked, subconsciously showing off his butt while bending over to rearrange a couch cushion. \n\nRenn smacked it, laughing. “Most definitely. I may not be one for the holidays, but everyone else is. What do the French say? Bread and Circuses? Or was that the romans? Either way, I want to make my townsfolk happy and loyal.”\n\nRocky wanted to comment on his master’s town being his own little fiefdom but kept quiet. It was true, of course, but if he thought deep on it such a thing wasn’t uncommon across the country. They weren’t as brazen as whatever the town under his master’s thumb was, but powerful individuals in small towns often threw their weight around like modern barons and dukes. So long as they kept the populace happy no one was bothered enough by the abuse of power. And when half or more of the town is enslaved, there’s less people to keep happy. \n\nNot that the enslaved seem particularly bothered. Every time his master brought him back there he saw nothing but cheerful smiles from those on a leash. Some, like Fran, got to work jobs without their owners being present, giving them a weird level of autonomy. \n\nThe mouse’s smile shifted to a grimace at the clock face. “You better get dressed. Company’s arriving soon.” \nRocky tilted his head. “Company?” He looked at the table he set earlier, blinking in surprise to see two plates and fancy silverware present. The daily hypnosis conditioning made certain actions become gaps in his mind now, like he was on autopilot. That would explain the Christmas Tree and the holiday jingle he’d blocked out until now. “You’re throwing a party?”\n\n“A dinner party for two guests,” Renn pointed toward his bedroom, “And you’re not dressed for it. Chop chop.” \nThe hyena returned in a tight black jockstrap and a matching bow tie. He adjusted it with white cotton gloves that finished off the sexy butler’s uniform. It wasn’t too out of place from costumes he’d wear on set, or for parties with a stripper theme. His master cupped his bulge upon inspecting, thumbing the cage outlined along the fabric. \n\n“Can I expect you to be on your best behavior today?” He asked, fluttering his eyes.\n\n“We both know you don’t want that.” Better behavior meant less justification for punishment. The mouse didn’t need to justify anything, but his master preferred to have a reason. “So I just might.”\n\nHis master held his chin still while kissing him. “You’re coming along nicely, pet. I might just give you a reward tonight.” \n\n“My freedom?” \n\nRenn laughed. “Freedom from me is no freedom at all. You should know that.” \n\nIt was a repeat phrase in hypnosis. \n\nThe doorbell echoed down the hall. Renn slapped Rocky’s ass as the hyena made his way down to the front. He grimaced the way there, forcing his best smile upon twisting the knob. \n\n“Welcome…” his face dropped at the placid gaze of Annie staring right back at him. The lemur dressed herself in a green suit with her undershirt untucked and tie loose like she’d walked from one party to another. \n\n“Surprised he didn’t give you fake antlers,” the lemur said.\n\n“Is that Rocky?” Fran said. The badger stood behind her mistress, her fat tits free by way of folding in the straps of her sparkling red dress between them. There were no cuffs, no bindings to prevent her from running and Annie’s grip on her leash was soft enough to slip from. She waved the hyena hello. “Guess we’re both wrong. I was betting on a Santa outfit.”\n\nAnnie rolled her eyes, “You can’t make a twink Santa.”\n\n“Why not?” Fran asked, giving a playful pout to her owner, “Is it because of the beard?”\n\n“No. Well, yeah, but I don’t believe you can make a skinny Santa. Needs to be a guy with a big gut.”\n\n“Next you’ll be telling me Mrs. Clause needs to be old. I know you’re more creative than that.”\n\nFor the briefest of moments, so fast Rocky would have thought he imagined it if it wasn’t on Annie, he saw a smile cross the lemur’s lips. She yanked her party closer, catching the giggling badger by the throat. Fran was at least a foot taller than Annie, but she bent her knees instinctively to fall under her gaze while standing. \n\n“I’ll show you creative, Mrs. Claus,” The lemur growled. Both Fran and Rocky’s faces went red. \n\n“You gonna let us in?” Annie asked, “It may not be a white winter but Fran’s nips were hard enough before I made her wet.” \n\n“Mistress!” \n\nRocky stepped aside to let them in. Fran gave him a wink when she passed. He couldn’t understand why she was happy in her state. Renn confirmed that she was a slave, like him. She’d been one since before Rocky knew her, acting as a plant to get close to him. Could it have been Stockholm syndrome? Deep brainwashing to make her subservient? No, Rocky watched the thick badger move without hesitancy. She bantered with Annie, igniting a playful spark between the two. He didn’t want to admit it, but the badger loved her place. He hoped he wouldn’t be the same. \n\nRenn and Annie, by which Rocky noticed it was mostly Renn, shared a kiss upon their cheeks and a hug. Fran bowed her head in respect to Renn, keeping silent until Renn raised his hand. “It’s the holidays, Fran. If Annie’s fine with you speaking, you can speak.” Annie gave her a nod just to be sure. Like a shaken bottle Fran took to the conversation with Renn. Annie gave the mouse the leash so he could give a tour, taking the opportunity to lounge on the couch like some socially awkward husband at a friend of his wife’s. \n\nDinner was a quick affair. Rocky wasn’t a worthwhile cook, but he’d followed his master’s instructions as best he could. He and Fran were given seats at the table. Fran spoke freely but Rocky kept his mouth shut, not having much to say about the holidays or the company unless asked. \n\nIt was after dinner that threw the hyena through a loop. They retired to the living room where Annie and Renn took to the couch while Fran and Rocky had pillows to kneel upon. After light conversation the mouse turned to Rocky and asked, “What would you like to do?”\n\nHe stared at his master for a solid minute as though headlights caught him by surprise. “What?”\n\n“It’s the holidays and you’ve been a good boy. What would you like to do? Maybe something we haven’t tried yet, something you really like.”\n\nApart from being free, nothing came to mind. But his master wanted him to say something, anything to let him think Rocky was appreciative of the gesture. The more he thought, the less clear his ideas became. \n\n“Why not fuck Fran?” Annie said, gulping down a cider when everyone turned to her. The lemur shrugged, “Not like he’s using that dick often. Haven’t known Renn to be a catcher.”\n\nThe mouse laughed, slapping her thigh. “No, no I’m not. But that sounds like a great idea. I’ll get his key, you get Fran ready.”\n\nAll it took was a snap of Annie’s fingers to get Fran stripping. The badger wore nothing underneath her dress, leaving her shapely body. From a purse that Rocky failed to notice she pulled out a short and thick rubber whip that looked more like a tiny flail with a round ball on the end. With command the badger laid flat against her back and exposed her cunt, already wet with anticipation. \n\n“I love you,” Fran muttered through bit lips. \n\n“I know.” Annie smacked the ball against her slave’s cunt. Fran winced, and despite lacking the same set between his legs he winced with her. The ball struck twice, thrice, and more, each hit with a resounding thud and a growing wet squelch. Hearty moans and huffed cries mixed with pained grunts as the badger thanked her mistress for each strike. Rocky didn’t realize his master returned until the pussy looked puffed and swollen. He couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or pain. He knew it had to be a combination. \n\n“That’s sweet of her, isn’t it?” Renn whispered, “Making sure she’ll enjoy it.” Rocky’s cage nearly popped off when they removed the lock, making the actual ring impossible to remove. Neither Annie nor Renn seemed bothered by this, the latter of whom eagerly pumped the massive cock hanging between the hyena’s legs. \n\n“How long has it been since you used this?” Renn asked. \n\n“N-Never,” Rocky gulped. The mouse raised his brow. “I mean it.” He’d been a catcher all his career and in private. His cock wasn’t a factor in sex, save for the tight joy of the cage pushing it down.\n\nEveryone, save for Annie who just raised her brow, blinked in surprise. A creepy blush bloomed over the hyena’s face. His cock stiffened. Renn laughed. \n\n“Well, then this is your lucky day,” He patted his slave’s ass then pushed him forward to the throbbing cunt underneath him. Fran opened her legs wide in welcome. Rocky gulped. He played with enough pussy despite never being interested in his dick. Made enough squirm with his fingers and mouth alone. But his rod, the sheer size of it, always felt a hindrance when women brought it up. \n\nThe warmth of her brushed his cockhead before he touched her. He took a deep breath and grabbed his cock, steadying himself to slip in. She winced upon impact, a sharp suction of air like he’d poked a bruise. \n\n“Don’t stop,” Annie commanded, the dark cadence of her tone hitting him just right. “She likes it to hurt.”\n\nHer hot juices coated his cock as he dug into her pussy. It was as welcoming as it was unpleasant, his legs stiffening at the mismatched feelings coursing through him. Fran whimpered, biting her lip as his inches pushed in. \n\n“Fuck…fuck…it’s almost like a stallion,” the badger hugged herself, “He could split me apart, wreck my insides…fuck, go deeper. Pound my cervix.”\n\nAnnie chuckled, “That’s how you know she’s a masochist.”\n\nHer pussy swallowed his shaft. He clutched her knees for balance, pausing to drink in the sensation. Her head hung back, mouth agape in silent agony and ecstasy. \n\n“This isn’t a soak session,” the lemur chided, “Fuck my bitch already.”\n\n“I…I need a minute,” Rocky’s hips refused to listen, “It’s a lot to take in.”\n\n“It is…” Fran raised her thumb, “But I can take it.”\n\nHe’d been with Annie long enough to know the lemur enjoyed seeing people squirm. If Fran could thrive under that bitch, she could enjoy him. But Rocky couldn’t dish it. He enjoyed being the target, not the thrower. No matter how good it felt, the territory was too unfamiliar. \n\nThen a cool glob of lube slipped inside his ass via a finger. “Why don’t I help?” Renn whispered, fingers possessively coiling around his property’s neck. His shaft sank past the hyena’s rim without resistance, pushing Rocky forward just a few centimeters into Fran. “You don’t need to do anything. Just relax and let your master do all the work.”\n\nSlowly the mouse rocked him back and forth, easing into a relaxed rhythm. With one hand wrapped around the hyena’s waist he pulled Rocky back at every piston out, only to have his hips push back down upon thrust. \n“That’s it,” Renn whispered. “Sink into it. Just let go and enjoy the moment.”\n\nTeeth gnawed into his shoulder. Tears dropped from Fran’s smiling face. She winced, and squealed, her voice cracking through it all. Annie dropped her pants and stood over the badger’s mouth, her pussy dripping over the loyal masochist’s tongue. \n\n“You’re too loud,” Annie spat, then squatted over her bitch’s face, burying the badger’s maw into her cunt. Fran’s tongue lapped frantic and early into her mistress. The lemur shuddered, grabbing her slave’s scalp for handles and holding on for dear life. “Yes…” she growled, becoming a different beast than the cold torturer Rocky knew, “Fuck yes…right there you miserable cuntrag. Right there.” \n\n“A word of advice,” Renn whispered, nipping Rocky’s neck, “Don’t mention how Annie acts to her face. Not unless you value your junk. She is rather…private in her passions.”\n\nRocky knew better than to argue. \n\nThe mouse sped up, ramming his cock deep into the hyena while his companion rode her slave’s face like a bucking bronco. Annie twisted around and slapped Fran’s tits, then Rocky’s face. Endorphins urged him to match their rhythm, burying his fat log deep into Fran’s bruised cunt. Annie clapped her fingers at the exposed clit. One. Twice. Thrice. Fran’s body convulsed with juices squirting out but their master’s didn’t stop, not until Annie’s body shivered in orgasmic delight.\n\n“M-Mercy,” Fran begged, her lips wet and tears streaming when her Mistress let her breathe. \n\n“Shut up, slut,” Annie lowered herself back down. Rocky caught a glimpse of a smile along Fran’s snout before she returned to eating the lemur out. No doubt that despite her body throbbing in pain some small part of her loved every second of this. Hell, he was too, feeling the surge building in his cock and ready to unleash. \n\nRenn pulled his head back when the orgasm hit. He didn’t stop, content on using Rocky as an attachment for Fran. \nKnowing over overstimulation and actually experiencing it were two different things. Stuck inside her, his cock spewing, the head burned like fire. Renn refused to let him out, leaving the hyena gasping for mercy until his master pushed him down. 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Soft breaths of pleasure seeped from her as he worked. Annie clutched her hand, their eyes locked on one another. \n\n“Happy Holidays, everyone,” Renn popped another bottle of wine, “And to a joyous new year.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This time Rocky was fortunate enough to know a month had passed since his escape attempt. As it turned out, good behavior gave good rewards. When the hyena wasn’t strapped in the basement viewing the hypnosis headset, or being used for the mouse’s pleasure, he was brought upstairs to simply exist as he pleased.

He grew suspicious at first. Surely his master wouldn’t let him move around so freely after nearly choking him out. He didn’t have bindings for his cuffs on the first day, letting Rocky snoop around at the mouse’s leisure, provided Renn was with him at all times. Either noticing his frustration, or just feeling sadistic, his master locked chains on his wrists and ankles the second day. “For you,” he’d told him. As if Rocky needed to feel bound.

He wasn’t wrong but the hyena didn’t want to admit it.

The bondage varied. Sometimes Rocky was decked in chains and gagged, sometimes just a gag, sometimes he had nothing but ankle cuffs. He found it easier to move while bound. Less stressed. Some part of him knew it had to be because of the hypnosis, but he pushed that aside in favor of other things.

Not escape. At least not an immediate escape. With the entire town under Renn’s control and the mountains surrounding the place, escaping was near impossible. Unless he killed his master, but Rocky wasn’t a killer. Knocking him out was the most violent the hyena had ever been and he wasn’t eager to do it again. So he bided his time, serving the mouse in his home like a kinky butler. Helped clean his clothes, clean the floors, and prepped his meals. When he wasn’t doing that, and his master was too busy to demand a blowjob underneath the desk, Rocky took the time to relax on the couch.

“Enjoying yourself?” His master asked, rousing Rocky from the couch. The hyena glared back. His master grinned. “I suppose you are. You’re more of a cat than you are a hyena, you know that?”

“Hyenas aren’t related to cats,” Rocky argued. “We’re closer to them than dogs, but that doesn’t make us cats.”
“Yeah. I remember hyena rights groups arguing that.” Renn took to his seat, casually unzipping his pants. Rocky knew his master’s scent well enough, already crawling over for the inevitable command to service the mouse’s cock. Sure enough the mouse ushered him toward the soft shaft, letting the hyena’s mouth suckle it to full erection.
 
His master leaned back, sighing in satisfaction while Rocky suckled the rod. One hand casually scratched between the hyena’s ears while the other turned on the TV, flipping through channels with an abundance of holiday music playing. “It’s obnoxious, isn’t it?” He said rhetorically, “How the holidays keep being shoved down our throats. Well, not your throat. It’s already occupied.”

In another time Rocky would have shown his teeth at such a comment. Now he just kept sucking, ignoring his master’s bluster. The mouse petted his head in response, chuckling in confidence to himself.

“Even I can’t put a stop to it. I’ve thought about it. Considered giving a decree that there be no winter holiday decorations before December and even tried banning that song. But stuff like that attracts more attention than I’d like. And it made me feel like a dick.”

“More than kidnapping and enslaving someone?” Rocky asked, subconsciously showing off his butt while bending over to rearrange a couch cushion.

Renn smacked it, laughing. “Most definitely. I may not be one for the holidays, but everyone else is. What do the French say? Bread and Circuses? Or was that the romans? Either way, I want to make my townsfolk happy and loyal.”

Rocky wanted to comment on his master’s town being his own little fiefdom but kept quiet. It was true, of course, but if he thought deep on it such a thing wasn’t uncommon across the country. They weren’t as brazen as whatever the town under his master’s thumb was, but powerful individuals in small towns often threw their weight around like modern barons and dukes. So long as they kept the populace happy no one was bothered enough by the abuse of power. And when half or more of the town is enslaved, there’s less people to keep happy.

Not that the enslaved seem particularly bothered. Every time his master brought him back there he saw nothing but cheerful smiles from those on a leash. Some, like Fran, got to work jobs without their owners being present, giving them a weird level of autonomy.

The mouse’s smile shifted to a grimace at the clock face. “You better get dressed. Company’s arriving soon.”
Rocky tilted his head. “Company?” He looked at the table he set earlier, blinking in surprise to see two plates and fancy silverware present. The daily hypnosis conditioning made certain actions become gaps in his mind now, like he was on autopilot. That would explain the Christmas Tree and the holiday jingle he’d blocked out until now. “You’re throwing a party?”

“A dinner party for two guests,” Renn pointed toward his bedroom, “And you’re not dressed for it. Chop chop.”
The hyena returned in a tight black jockstrap and a matching bow tie. He adjusted it with white cotton gloves that finished off the sexy butler’s uniform. It wasn’t too out of place from costumes he’d wear on set, or for parties with a stripper theme. His master cupped his bulge upon inspecting, thumbing the cage outlined along the fabric.

“Can I expect you to be on your best behavior today?” He asked, fluttering his eyes.

“We both know you don’t want that.” Better behavior meant less justification for punishment. The mouse didn’t need to justify anything, but his master preferred to have a reason. “So I just might.”

His master held his chin still while kissing him. “You’re coming along nicely, pet. I might just give you a reward tonight.”

“My freedom?”

Renn laughed. “Freedom from me is no freedom at all. You should know that.”

It was a repeat phrase in hypnosis.

The doorbell echoed down the hall. Renn slapped Rocky’s ass as the hyena made his way down to the front. He grimaced the way there, forcing his best smile upon twisting the knob.

“Welcome…” his face dropped at the placid gaze of Annie staring right back at him. The lemur dressed herself in a green suit with her undershirt untucked and tie loose like she’d walked from one party to another.

“Surprised he didn’t give you fake antlers,” the lemur said.

“Is that Rocky?” Fran said. The badger stood behind her mistress, her fat tits free by way of folding in the straps of her sparkling red dress between them. There were no cuffs, no bindings to prevent her from running and Annie’s grip on her leash was soft enough to slip from. She waved the hyena hello. “Guess we’re both wrong. I was betting on a Santa outfit.”

Annie rolled her eyes, “You can’t make a twink Santa.”

“Why not?” Fran asked, giving a playful pout to her owner, “Is it because of the beard?”

“No. Well, yeah, but I don’t believe you can make a skinny Santa. Needs to be a guy with a big gut.”

“Next you’ll be telling me Mrs. Clause needs to be old. I know you’re more creative than that.”

For the briefest of moments, so fast Rocky would have thought he imagined it if it wasn’t on Annie, he saw a smile cross the lemur’s lips. She yanked her party closer, catching the giggling badger by the throat. Fran was at least a foot taller than Annie, but she bent her knees instinctively to fall under her gaze while standing.

“I’ll show you creative, Mrs. Claus,” The lemur growled. Both Fran and Rocky’s faces went red.

“You gonna let us in?” Annie asked, “It may not be a white winter but Fran’s nips were hard enough before I made her wet.”

“Mistress!”

Rocky stepped aside to let them in. Fran gave him a wink when she passed. He couldn’t understand why she was happy in her state. Renn confirmed that she was a slave, like him. She’d been one since before Rocky knew her, acting as a plant to get close to him. Could it have been Stockholm syndrome? Deep brainwashing to make her subservient? No, Rocky watched the thick badger move without hesitancy. She bantered with Annie, igniting a playful spark between the two. He didn’t want to admit it, but the badger loved her place. He hoped he wouldn’t be the same.

Renn and Annie, by which Rocky noticed it was mostly Renn, shared a kiss upon their cheeks and a hug. Fran bowed her head in respect to Renn, keeping silent until Renn raised his hand. “It’s the holidays, Fran. If Annie’s fine with you speaking, you can speak.” Annie gave her a nod just to be sure. Like a shaken bottle Fran took to the conversation with Renn. Annie gave the mouse the leash so he could give a tour, taking the opportunity to lounge on the couch like some socially awkward husband at a friend of his wife’s.

Dinner was a quick affair. Rocky wasn’t a worthwhile cook, but he’d followed his master’s instructions as best he could. He and Fran were given seats at the table. Fran spoke freely but Rocky kept his mouth shut, not having much to say about the holidays or the company unless asked.

It was after dinner that threw the hyena through a loop. They retired to the living room where Annie and Renn took to the couch while Fran and Rocky had pillows to kneel upon. After light conversation the mouse turned to Rocky and asked, “What would you like to do?”

He stared at his master for a solid minute as though headlights caught him by surprise. “What?”

“It’s the holidays and you’ve been a good boy. What would you like to do? Maybe something we haven’t tried yet, something you really like.”

Apart from being free, nothing came to mind. But his master wanted him to say something, anything to let him think Rocky was appreciative of the gesture. The more he thought, the less clear his ideas became.

“Why not fuck Fran?” Annie said, gulping down a cider when everyone turned to her. The lemur shrugged, “Not like he’s using that dick often. Haven’t known Renn to be a catcher.”

The mouse laughed, slapping her thigh. “No, no I’m not. But that sounds like a great idea. I’ll get his key, you get Fran ready.”

All it took was a snap of Annie’s fingers to get Fran stripping. The badger wore nothing underneath her dress, leaving her shapely body. From a purse that Rocky failed to notice she pulled out a short and thick rubber whip that looked more like a tiny flail with a round ball on the end. With command the badger laid flat against her back and exposed her cunt, already wet with anticipation.

“I love you,” Fran muttered through bit lips.

“I know.” Annie smacked the ball against her slave’s cunt. Fran winced, and despite lacking the same set between his legs he winced with her. The ball struck twice, thrice, and more, each hit with a resounding thud and a growing wet squelch. Hearty moans and huffed cries mixed with pained grunts as the badger thanked her mistress for each strike. Rocky didn’t realize his master returned until the pussy looked puffed and swollen. He couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or pain. He knew it had to be a combination.

“That’s sweet of her, isn’t it?” Renn whispered, “Making sure she’ll enjoy it.” Rocky’s cage nearly popped off when they removed the lock, making the actual ring impossible to remove. Neither Annie nor Renn seemed bothered by this, the latter of whom eagerly pumped the massive cock hanging between the hyena’s legs.

“How long has it been since you used this?” Renn asked.

“N-Never,” Rocky gulped. The mouse raised his brow. “I mean it.” He’d been a catcher all his career and in private. His cock wasn’t a factor in sex, save for the tight joy of the cage pushing it down.

Everyone, save for Annie who just raised her brow, blinked in surprise. A creepy blush bloomed over the hyena’s face. His cock stiffened. Renn laughed.

“Well, then this is your lucky day,” He patted his slave’s ass then pushed him forward to the throbbing cunt underneath him. Fran opened her legs wide in welcome. Rocky gulped. He played with enough pussy despite never being interested in his dick. Made enough squirm with his fingers and mouth alone. But his rod, the sheer size of it, always felt a hindrance when women brought it up.

The warmth of her brushed his cockhead before he touched her. He took a deep breath and grabbed his cock, steadying himself to slip in. She winced upon impact, a sharp suction of air like he’d poked a bruise.

“Don’t stop,” Annie commanded, the dark cadence of her tone hitting him just right. “She likes it to hurt.”

Her hot juices coated his cock as he dug into her pussy. It was as welcoming as it was unpleasant, his legs stiffening at the mismatched feelings coursing through him. Fran whimpered, biting her lip as his inches pushed in.

“Fuck…fuck…it’s almost like a stallion,” the badger hugged herself, “He could split me apart, wreck my insides…fuck, go deeper. Pound my cervix.”

Annie chuckled, “That’s how you know she’s a masochist.”

Her pussy swallowed his shaft. He clutched her knees for balance, pausing to drink in the sensation. Her head hung back, mouth agape in silent agony and ecstasy.

“This isn’t a soak session,” the lemur chided, “Fuck my bitch already.”

“I…I need a minute,” Rocky’s hips refused to listen, “It’s a lot to take in.”

“It is…” Fran raised her thumb, “But I can take it.”

He’d been with Annie long enough to know the lemur enjoyed seeing people squirm. If Fran could thrive under that bitch, she could enjoy him. But Rocky couldn’t dish it. He enjoyed being the target, not the thrower. No matter how good it felt, the territory was too unfamiliar.

Then a cool glob of lube slipped inside his ass via a finger. “Why don’t I help?” Renn whispered, fingers possessively coiling around his property’s neck. His shaft sank past the hyena’s rim without resistance, pushing Rocky forward just a few centimeters into Fran. “You don’t need to do anything. Just relax and let your master do all the work.”

Slowly the mouse rocked him back and forth, easing into a relaxed rhythm. With one hand wrapped around the hyena’s waist he pulled Rocky back at every piston out, only to have his hips push back down upon thrust.
“That’s it,” Renn whispered. “Sink into it. Just let go and enjoy the moment.”

Teeth gnawed into his shoulder. Tears dropped from Fran’s smiling face. She winced, and squealed, her voice cracking through it all. Annie dropped her pants and stood over the badger’s mouth, her pussy dripping over the loyal masochist’s tongue.

“You’re too loud,” Annie spat, then squatted over her bitch’s face, burying the badger’s maw into her cunt. Fran’s tongue lapped frantic and early into her mistress. The lemur shuddered, grabbing her slave’s scalp for handles and holding on for dear life. “Yes…” she growled, becoming a different beast than the cold torturer Rocky knew, “Fuck yes…right there you miserable cuntrag. Right there.”

“A word of advice,” Renn whispered, nipping Rocky’s neck, “Don’t mention how Annie acts to her face. Not unless you value your junk. She is rather…private in her passions.”

Rocky knew better than to argue.

The mouse sped up, ramming his cock deep into the hyena while his companion rode her slave’s face like a bucking bronco. Annie twisted around and slapped Fran’s tits, then Rocky’s face. Endorphins urged him to match their rhythm, burying his fat log deep into Fran’s bruised cunt. Annie clapped her fingers at the exposed clit. One. Twice. Thrice. Fran’s body convulsed with juices squirting out but their master’s didn’t stop, not until Annie’s body shivered in orgasmic delight.

“M-Mercy,” Fran begged, her lips wet and tears streaming when her Mistress let her breathe.

“Shut up, slut,” Annie lowered herself back down. Rocky caught a glimpse of a smile along Fran’s snout before she returned to eating the lemur out. No doubt that despite her body throbbing in pain some small part of her loved every second of this. Hell, he was too, feeling the surge building in his cock and ready to unleash.

Renn pulled his head back when the orgasm hit. He didn’t stop, content on using Rocky as an attachment for Fran.
Knowing over overstimulation and actually experiencing it were two different things. Stuck inside her, his cock spewing, the head burned like fire. Renn refused to let him out, leaving the hyena gasping for mercy until his master pushed him down. Instinctively he bit one of the badger’s fat tits, eliciting a pain muffled squeal from underneath her mistress’s cunt while he held on for dear life.

The air stunk of sweat, cum, and juices when Renn pulled free. Annie lifted off and lit a cigarette, lounging her naked body against the nearest couch. Either his master was too exhausted to care, or Rocky would need to learn how to clean sex stains out of leather. In either case, he could relax now and slipped free from Fran’s bruised cunt. White globs of cum seeped from her pussy.

“Clean it up,” Annie told him. Rocky looked to his master for support, regretting the instinctive urge. The mouse nodded, wiping off his cock with a nearby rag. He moved to stand but the lemur got behind and pushed him down.
“Clean. It. Up. I don’t want any of your spunk left in my cunt’s pussy.”

Exhausted and drained, Rocky cringed his head down. Curling his tongue like a shovel, he delved between the badger’s aching lips. Soft breaths of pleasure seeped from her as he worked. Annie clutched her hand, their eyes locked on one another.

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