﻿There was a stiff crick in Rocky’s neck. He’d grown used to them. No amount of yoga would save him from waking up in pain when sleeping in awkward poses, as is often what happened after an orgy. He made a mental note to be more proactive in finding a good place to rest as he tried to soothe the pain.


He couldn’t reach for his neck. Something held his arms behind his back. Rocky blinked, finding no light illuminating his vision. It took three more blinks for him to realize his eyelashes were brushing against a blindfold. Waking slowly as if suffering a bad hangover, the hyena steadily realized his bindings bit by bit. A rubber ball stuffed his maw. His legs were locked together by chains with enough length that he could make short steps if he were standing. His ankles, wrists, and neck were connected by a pattern of interlocking chains that levered off each other. By the echo of chains hitting the cold stone floor, there was enough to let him move. They were just tying him into some hogtie position.


Not the first time he’d woken up in bondage. The hyena rolled over to see if his bindings latched him to something stationary. The groves revealed he was naked, which wasn’t too surprising. The orgy had him pants down most of the night. He kept his top on to brace against the evening windchill. Now his nipples rubbed against what he could only assume to be the floor of some abandoned cell. 


But who did it belong to? Rocky retracted his steps to the night prior. A few friends and coworkers invited him to an orgy deep in the woods. A sort of camping trip where everyone fucked free of cameras and directors. Not one to turn down a good time, Rocky packed the barest of essentials, mostly just a tent and spare clothes, and set off, figuring he could piggyback off of anyone else for spare supplies. 


The orgy started as did any others, with casual conversation about life. Work, family, new hobbies. Brenda brought a new bread recipe and Rocky commented how much he wanted to be bred. No one laughed, save for him and his cackle was awkward at best. As the sun settled and fires were lit, the orgy played out with men, women, non-binary hoes, and more sharing partners. 


It’d been fun. Rocky got to practice his oral technique with an ecstatic hippo as people took turns pounding his ass. Enough people wanted to see if his so-called third leg wasn’t a rumor but the hyena kept himself caged. He wasn’t there to pitch. 


His memories became hazy from all the shots and drugs mixed in with the sex. He knew to dilute himself with water and must have since he didn’t have a hangover. The water was on a table away from the bonfire’s light, nearly enveloped by the forest's shadow. He opened a cooler, twisted the bottle open, and then…then nothing.


Footsteps echoed across stone floors. Needing more time to learn his surroundings, Rocky lay still hoping to trick whoever kidnapped him that he was sleeping. The sound of iron bars being shunted gave him the image of a prison cell. Combined with the rough grooved floor, he surmised this was a basement rather than an established jail. Something privately designed for victims.


Two steps in then nothing. Rocky stilled himself, slowing his breath to a rhythmic pace for the illusion. For minutes only his breathing filled the void. He had no way of knowing how close his captor was. Five feet? Two? Inches? He wondered how long the bastard was going to stand and watch.


The rubber tread of a heavy boot pressed gently against his scalp. A soft masculine voice whispered as rubber squeaked from the strain of kneeling. “I know you’re awake, yeen boi. I’m watching you.” 


Rocky thrashed. Lips curling back with a snarl behind the thick gag. His captor laughed under his breath, shaking his head with a clicking tsk sound. “You’re only going to hurt yourself. I went through a lot of trouble securing you just right. The least you could do is appreciate my efforts.”


The gag made his response intelligible. His captor seemed to get it from the chuckle. “I guess it’s alright. After all, why go through the trouble of binding you tight if I don’t get to see you struggle?” He lifted his boot. “Go ahead, try to break free. I’ve heard you’re quite the escape artist.” 


Too much force at the chains cut off the hyena’s air supply. Too little and he couldn’t hope to slip a hand out from the cuffs. They were leather but seemed to tighten like some finger traps the more he pulled. Muffled swears were met with casual banter as if this were all some sort of game to his kidnapper. 


It might as well be.


“You know, I didn’t have to gag you,” The voice said when Rocky tired himself out. “Not only are you deep underground, there’s not another soul for miles. No one could hear you calling for help. And yet you look so much cuter with something in your mouth. In time I hope to stuff it with other things.”


Not knowing where his captor was even by the sound of his voice, Rocky raised his middle finger. He clapped back, “Bravo, bravo. You remember you have fingers. Maybe next time you’ll remember to be polite.” 


Rocky raised his other middle finger.


“Guess not. No matter, I didn’t expect you to be compliant when waking up.” A cap popped to Rocky’s left. Leather-gloved hands raised his head and pressed a wet rag against his snout. The grip held him like iron, forcing the hyena to soak in the stench with every breath. It wasn’t chloroform, Rocky had been kidnapped enough to know the taste. It was sickeningly sweet, almost spicy, with a hint of musk. 


“Breathe it in,” the captor said softly, “Let it flow into you so the fun can start.”


Heat filled him like water seeping into a balloon. His heartbeat raced. The chill across the floor grew stronger and a blasted tight feeling surged against his cage. Arousal. Rocky knew the feeling well, but it came so fast. As if he’d walked on set and was pulled right to the heaviest scene before the director shouted ‘Action!’. 


Sensations heightened. He heard his captor snicker subtly, as he let go, slamming the cell door behind him and walking away without a word. His attempts to cry out came as huffy groans when his nipples braced the cold pavement. Tingley burns zapping from them with enough fervor he needed to roll over for respite. The lukewarm air was like a light touch, caressing his chest but never soothing it. Never pulling, twisting, or biting the tight nipples raging for relief. 


His cock was worse off. Preferring to be caged, Rocky loved the sensation of tightness he got whenever his member rebelled for erection. A constant self-tease to push him to aroused highs. Now his prison felt too tight, his cock pulsing at walls that would not bend. He humped the air without thinking, letting the rushing brush against his caged prison to soothe the flames. It fanned them instead, eventually forcing him to flip over and slam the caged head into the ground in a vain attempt to cum. Doing so brushed his nipples against the grooved earth, forcing him to switch back up. 


The cycle repeated for as long as infinity and as little as a minute. Time meant nothing against the crushing wave of arousal pulling him deeper under the surface. His captor returned just as the feeling waned, shoving him back under the tides with another cloth of the aphrodisiac.


 Either at the 4th or 6th dose, Rocky lost count, his captor pulled the ragged mess he was up. A chain latched free, allowing his back to brace the wall underneath the stranger’s strength. Gloved fingers carefully pressed and stretched his nipples, eliciting high-pitched squeals and moans for more. For relief from the passion burning inside him. 


“Do you want to cum?” The stranger asked. Rocky nodded before he finished, not caring if it was rhetorical or not. His response earned him another breath of the spicy musk, keeping the fire ever burning. He begged behind the gag, tears streaming down his eyes.


“Stay kneeling until I say so. Do that, and you’ll be closer to an orgasm.”


He left, leaving the collar chain dangling freely from Rocky’s neck. Shuddering huffs puffed his chest out as the hyena steadied himself, fighting the urge to scratch his sensitive bits against the floor in favor of kneeling. Back straight, head up, and knees spread, like a good boy. Anything for relief. Anything to cum. 


He waited. He waited and waited and waited more as the sensation grew like a wildfire across the summer seasons. Tiny pinpricks dotted his body like ants, red fire ants biting into him with bump after bump demanding a scratch. He knew it was all in his head but it all felt too real to believe. 


Rocky’s tail wagged without his consent at the opening door’s screech. His gag was loosened but before he could speak his captor clamped his maw shut. “If you say anything without permission we’re going to restart. Is that clear?” At the hyena’s nod, he let go, pressing something hard against closed lips.


Either from the arousal or just assuming because of his captor, Rocky wrapped his mouth around the cock. It was harder than he expected, too solid to be someone’s dick. A dildo maybe? Cool water spurted down his mouth, leaving the hyena to gag and sputter.


“Hey, be more careful with that.” His captor kept him steady by his headfur. “I can’t keep you hydrated if you waste all of it.”


“Then tell me it’s water, fuck face!” Rocky snapped. The rubber ball locked behind his teeth before he could regret it. He thrashed and growled but so long as he was bound he was as threatening as a chew toy. Another helping of the spicy musk was pushed against his nose, reigniting the burning arousal. 


“Let’s see if you can remember next time.”


Exhausted upon his captor’s next return, Rocky obeyed and drank. There was no strange aftertaste to the water, but given the scent he’d been forced to inhale, he wouldn’t put it past his captor to give him another drug. Not that it mattered in hindsight. It was either drinking potentially drugged water or suffering thirst as arousal plagued him. 


“You don’t deserve a reward. But that pathetic look on your face is tugging at my heartstrings.” A whirring noise echoed next to his ear. “You’re going to tell me when you’re close to an orgasm. If you cum without permission, well, I’ll have to stop being lenient. Understood?”


Rocky nodded. A boot tapped his cage. “Say ‘Yes, Sir’.” 


“Yes, sir.” 


The buzzing sound of a vibrator traveled down his stomach. He winced when it braced the ring of his cage. The metal shivered, battering the flesh in slow vibrations that intensified the longer it stayed. His captor’s arm locked around his neck, reducing his oxygen supply just enough that breathing was a struggle. 


Vibrations to a cage took time. Metal rattled, mixing with his wheezing breaths and the controlled rhythm of the captor. He pulled the wand away whenever Rocky tried to push against it. “Pleasure is my gift to you. Not yours to take.”


When he signaled he was close, the captor stopped and clamped Rocky’s snout shut to keep him from wailing. “Repeat after me. My pleasure is a gift.”


“F-Fuck you…”


“I can leave you here again.”


“...my pleasure is a gift.”


The buzz started again. He pulled away when Rocky said he was close. “From my master.”


“From my master,” the hyena spat.


Anger crowded over fear as the edging ensued. He repeated every line with venom, at the edge of growling to compel his master to finish it. No, not his master. Rocky refused to submit to whoever held him. Holding his tongue, the hyena let the vibrator buzz, kicking him over the edge for a body-rocking finish. 


A furious hand wrapped around his throat. “Did I say you could cum?” His captor said with a voice of venom and controlled fury. Rocky laughed in defiance, ricocheting his cackles across the walls like a live bullet. His smile stayed strong even as the hold robbed him of breath.


“You made a mistake, bitch.” The voice spat both figuratively and literally on the hyena’s maw before loosening his grip. “Maybe I should wait longer next time.”


“Is that it?” Rocky sneered, turning his head in the direction of the voice. “You’re just gonna keep me hot and horny then break me down with edging? Buddy, I’m a pornstar and keep myself caged all the time. I’m used to edging. Hell, I’m used to long-term bondage. If you think you can break me with cheap tricks from a basic NC fic, you’ve got another thing coming.” 


Silence met him. He knew his captor was still there by the hold on his neck. No doubt wearing an appalled, perhaps even confused, expression. Or anger. Rocky knew enough ‘doms’ snap when things didn't go their way. 


“I’ll admit, the horny gas trick is neat. Didn’t think aphrodisiacs were real. Maybe you could send some to the studio–” Rocky’s jaw clamped shut under his captor’s grip. 


“I don’t say this to others very often, but you may have a point. It’s clear I underestimated you. Leaving you to stew in this cell while my concoctions did their work would have been too easy. So why don’t we move to the next stage?” Stuffing Rocky’s mouth with a gag, his captor unhooked a chain behind him allowing the hyena to stand, which he promptly did by way of being pulled by his headfur. Despite his banter, the hyena didn’t have the energy to struggle, he barely stood as is, so what resistance he could muster was nothing more than a pained grunt at the sharp pain of clamps at his nipples, and a confused head tilt at the sound of something clicking to his cage. 


Then came the tug and the pull of his new leash had him following behind in darkness with hobbled footsteps. 


With no way to gauge distance than the count of his steps, Rocky realized they hadn’t traveled far. From the smooth concrete floor and the rush of an air conditioner, he guessed he was in some sort of bunker. Military maybe? In any case, his ears perked with the sound of wheels against concrete, followed by him being forced to his knees. 


His leg bindings were loosened and then reapplied to the bottom corners of a twin-sized mattress. Rocky breathed a sigh of relief when his arms were bound to the mattress’s sides. The aches alone were agonizing. Leather looped around his neck and, with a taut pull, brought his head down to have him lying flat on the cot. 


The new bondage nullified his struggles as a catheter slipped into his dick. A plastic medical bag was tapped to his leg, then another opposite followed by a sharp pinprick against his inner elbow. “One to keep you hydrated. And another to prevent messes. Should be enough to last the next eight hours.” 


“Let’s not be hasty here…” Rocky said, stretching his jaw to alleviate the acts once the gag was taken off. “You don’t need to lock me into this for eight hours. You want me to call you master, I can call you master.” Overnight bondage was one of Rocky’s least-liked activities. When there was no one to rebel against, no one to struggle in front of, the entire ordeal just became dull. Boring. Stress-inducing. He’d rather stay in the cell on his knees than be ignored for that long. 


His answer came with a thick cock-shaped gag sinking down his throat like a feeding tube. If he still had his gag reflex he’d have choked up a storm, but the sensation proved only to leave him wallowing in confusion and growing stress. 


“Oh, don’t worry.” His captor removed the blindfold, “I’ll ensure you’re entertained.” Hours of being blinded and bright lights above forced the hyena to wince and blink rapidly before his vision adjusted. The walls were gray cement, unadorned with any decoration save practical. The mattress was bound against part of an extended table connected to a row of metal doors that reminded him of a mortuary ward. 


His eyes went wide. That was exactly what it was, just missing the actual bodies. 


He caught a brief glimpse of his kidnapper before some sort of VR headset was latched over his eyes. They were a mouse, androgynous in every way save for the cock swaying between his legs. Why he went through the trouble of wearing only boots and gloves Rocky wasn’t sure, though given his predicament he chucked the question aside for later and struggled frantically as the brunette mouse locked the headset in place. 


“Once this is done you’ll be begging to suck me off.” With tape the mouse latched a small bullet-like object to Rocky’s cage, “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you sniff it. Worship it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get a nice fuck out of it.”


His bindings held him steady from the momentum of the bed sliding inside the box. He bellowed into his gag as the lockbox closed tight, the lock clicking inches from his head. A video screen played before his eyes, with a faded picture of the mouse appearing over a colorful spiral. 


Text flashed before the screen proclaiming the mouse as his master. A small vibration buzzed against his cage, rattling the cock inside with teasing pleasure. Faded videos replaced the picture, each from his films or live streams but edited down to focus solely on him and not the costar pounding him. The buzzing grew stronger as the video played, with text popping up to reaffirm his status and the rewards it brought. 


Then it stopped. The video, the buzzing, everything. Rocky whined into his gag as new text appeared on the screen. “Good slaves are rewarded. Good slaves obey.” Then the images came again, some old, some new. Even the videos shifted to another of Rocky’s extensive career behind the camera. If the mouse planned to use all of it, Rocky figured he’d be watching for a long time. 


The buzzing continued, always stopping at the edge.