﻿Annie took a five-minute smoke break every hour. Rocky assumed it was an hour by chance, having nothing but the crawling light of her garage window to tell. Methodically she’d stop whatever she was doing to light up a cig, leaving the hyena dangling with whatever pain she’d inflicted on him.


Rocky was no stranger to pain. He was a brat on and off camera just to encourage people to be rough with him. But she didn’t bat an eye to his bantering nor his cries of pain. She kept the same stoic gaze throughout as if this was part of her job. In another time and place the hyena would find that arousing. Right now it terrified him on top of the arousal. His dick didn’t stay hard for nothing, despite his wish it would. 


His balls throbbed. She’d pulled, squeezed, and paddled his poor sack to the tipping point. One of his cock piercings helped lock a sounding rod down his shaft, making every twitch a shuddering experience of ecstasy and pain. He couldn’t cum with it in place, something she abused wholeheartedly with a pair of toothbrushes and his cockhead. Worst of all was the gloves.


Mixed martial artist gloves. Just the sound of velcro sticking made him flinch. Gloves were meant to protect the hitter and the target which let the lemur pummel him enough to leave purple bruises all over his body save his face. If it weren’t for the pulley system he’d have fallen to his knees. 


Like an artist she inspected each bruise, hovering the burning end of her cigarette over them when she wasn’t chomping it between her teeth. The red-hot end hovered over her work. He grit his teeth, trying to read her face for any sign of what she’d do. She was as immutable as concrete. 


The motor above them hummed with life and pulled the garage door open. Standing on the other side with thick shades and a leather jacket was the mouse he strangled. Renn, as Rocky came to learn. 


“Did you sleep at all?” Renn asked after a whistle.


Annie stared at the mouse with disinterest like he’d asked about the weather. Rocky didn’t notice the small bags under her eyes until Renn pointed them out. “Didn’t she tell you to get better bedrest?”


“Didn’t I tell you to keep your bitches on a short leash?” Annie said in a tone just neutral enough to guess she wasn’t annoyed with the question.


Renn scratched his head, “You got me there.” He laughed then shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.” 


“Then you should know I couldn’t sleep when I had this fucker to toy with.” She thrust her lit cigarette dangerously close to Rocky’s face. The heavy tobacco made his eyes wet. “I can see why you picked him out. He’s genuine.”


“Right?” The mouse said, casually walking in. “It took a little digging, but he’s pretty masochistic.” His eyes glanced down at Rocky’s raging erection. “I see you found his weak spot.” 


“You told me his weak spot.” 


Renn rolled his eyes, “Take the compliment, Annie.”


“Fuck off.” Annie punctuated herself with a yawn. She stretched her arms before putting the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. “Ok, I should get some sleep. Can I trust you to take him back?”


“Of course.”


The lemur held her judging gaze. “If I see him without you later today I’m going to use him as an ashtray.”


The mouse leered back. “Not this one, Annie,” He said in a low voice. “Never this one.” 


The lemur’s expression was placid in the face of her boss’s intimidation. Her body, however, stiffened as if ready to pounce should the need arise. Renn relaxed his shoulders, returning to a smile before approaching the pulley. 


“How does this machine work?” He asked, fiddling with the buttons. “Is it this? Oh, so it is.”


Rocky’s nerves lit like fire when his knees reached the concrete. No matter how slow and careful the pulley was, the hours of standing took their toll. He’d scream in agony if his throat wasn’t strained. 


“Need my help getting him in the car?” Annie’s tone suggested she didn’t want to offer it.


Renn shook his head and hoisted the hyena over his shoulder. “Nah. I got this.” That was the last thing he heard before blacking out.




***




The first thing he noticed upon waking up were several cold packs lining his body. The second was the concrete ceiling overhead. Third were the cuffs lashing his limbs to a hospital bed. Rocky closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and peered to the limit his neck allowed. He sighed wearily with the knowledge that was back in the mouse’s dungeon. Specifically, the medical room where the mouse performed his piercings. 


For some seconds he lay there, watching the ceiling as though his gaze could bore through it. Then he thrashed. Not to break free, no amount of strength could snap the chains rattle along the bed. 


One chance. His one chance to break free and he fucking blew it. Worse still, he got a night of cock torture as a reward for it. Now he was stuck in the mouse’s dungeon again, naked, bound, and…healing.


He peered over at the IV bag tubing its way into his arm. He’d been so used to it being strapped to his thigh that he felt befuddled seeing it hang from a stand. He noted the bandages over his bruises, some holding the cold packs in place. The mouse made a point to fix him up after his sessions, but he’d never gone this far. Nor did he let him rest outside of that little morgue shute.


“How are you feeling?” Renn’s voice hooked Rocky toward the door. The mouse wore blue scrubs and a pair of disposable latex gloves. “Sorry about Annie. She rarely has a chance to cut loose, even with her partner. I’ll tell her to be nicer next time she catches you.”


“If she catches me.” Rocky’s voice cracked in spite of his determined glare. “I will get out again.”


He wished Renn wore a mask to hide his frown. “Shame. I hoped you’d learn your lesson but I suppose that’s asking too much of you.” The sound of metal chair legs grating furled Rocky’s ears as the mouse pulled up a chair. “Not that you think I’m owed one, but do me a favor. Wait until all your bruises have healed up before your next attempt. It’ll hurt less when I catch you.” 


“Fuck you,” Rocky said. Renn wasn’t taken aback by it. If he would be then the hyena would have woken up gagged. But that didn’t stop the hyena’s tirade. It was a dam bursting with what remaining defiance he could muster strapped to a gurney. “Fuck you, and fuck Annie. I’m going to get out again. I’ll find someone else in the town, and if I can’t I’ll just walk through the woods until I find someone else. I’ll find a way.”


Silence passed between the two of them. Renn nodded. “So you say. Let’s give that some thought while you heal.” The next few days, and they had to be days, or else Rocky swore he’d go insane, the mouse visited him only for healing purposes. Changing bandages, IV bags, and offering food. He ate it knowing it better to keep his strength up even at the risk of being spiked with arousal again. Fortunately, Renn was focused on just making sure he was healing, nothing else.


All this time spent by himself Rocky spent planning. The complexities and depths of his plan were as varied as the colors of the gray concrete ceiling overhead. His grand escape before was a stroke of luck. An opportunity he seized without thinking. Renn wasn’t going to give him another moment like that. He’d be lucky if the mouse’s new restraints let him use his arms at all. 


So when Renn arrived one day with a leather bondage sleeve in one hand, Rocky sank as deep into his pillow as he could and exhaled his hopes. “Oh, don’t be like that,” Renn said, undoing the cuffs and bandages. “We’re just going on a little walk. Just need to obey leash laws.” 


Rocky stayed rebelliously quiet as Renn locked his arms into the sleeve. The thick gag that followed gave him something to gnaw on while his legs were locked by chains short enough to keep him from running. The golden collar was latched back into place, but the leash in question was clipped to his chastity cage and nipple piercings. Every tug made a strong argument to keep up pace with the mouse. 


“Oh don’t give me that look,” Renn said when he caught the hyena glaring. “Besides, you need exercise. Now come on.” To the mouse’s credit, he let his slave sit in the front passenger seat. The towel under his ass was coarse but overall better than being balled up in the trunk like luggage. 


After a few winding turns and a slow passing of Annie’s gas station where Rocky could glare menacingly at it, they arrived at the town in question. Renn parked at what the hyena assumed was a city hall building given the white arches and columns. From there he got a view of the mountainous region surrounding them. It was as if they were in a bowl carved by Mother Nature herself. His feet hurt at the idea of trudging over mountains. Renn’s tug reminded him that there were worse pains.


The town, of which Rocky never learned the name of, was rather small. Not the quaint little village he’d expect deep in the woods given all the sleek modernized buildings and high-priced cars running through the streets. In a way it felt like a tourist town with an amusement park vibe, making him question how anyone lived there.


People passed by them with nothing more than a slight nod to Renn. They ignored Rocky in spite of his groaning. Some residents walked around with collars adorning their necks, but no one seemed to be in the same level of bondage. 


They entered a coffee shop with a clattering bell overhead. By now Rocky expected no one to give him attention, but the badger behind the counter made him grunt in surprise. She was a thicker woman, with strong arms, a wide chest holding an impressive rack. Her apron looked ready to burst but never slipped no matter how often she turned. He’d seen this all before because he knew her. Francine, or Fran as everyone called her, was one of the go-to coffee person for lots of his sets. 


From her wide eyes she recognized him. Her smile didn’t fill him with confidence. “Hey boss,” Fran started making a cup of coffee before the mouse ordered anything, having it on the counter when he arrived. “Taking him out on the town finally?” 


“Did Annie not tell you?” Renn asked. He sipped the cup without paying. 


The badger grinned. “Oh, she told me plenty. After going a round on my tits.” She let her apron and shirt flop to reveal purple bruises and welts lining her heavy breasts. She pushed her chest out as if the markings were badges of honor, wincing when Renn prodded one. “Whatever your new boy did got her in a mood. Can we make it a regular thing?” 


Renn smirked when shaking his head. “No, Fran. That’d be too irresponsible for me. But if you two record your next session I might offer him in as a third. He’s pretty durable for a twig.” 


“I’ll let her know. Course she might just gag me when I get home, so it’ll be a while.” 


“You do look cuter with something in your mouth.” 


Fran chuckled and smacked his shoulder playfully. Rocky watched the two talk like old friends as if he were some hanger-on. Granted, he was one, but usually, the hanger-on wasn’t being led around by chains. 


As for Fran, he still wasn’t sure what to think. The badger was friendly enough on sets, but she always seemed turned off by the scenes. She wasn’t the kind of woman to display her tits bruises proudly. He squinted at the collar around her neck, wondering if she’d always worn it or if he’d never noticed. It seemed right on her. Like it belonged. 


Renn left without paying, not that Fran seemed bothered. She waved them off and gave the bewildered hyena a wink as they ventured out the door. 


“She told me about you.” Renn took Rocky to a small park in the middle of three roads. Less of a park and more of a public lawn with benches and walkways if the hyena had anything to comment. He was too bewildered by what the mouse said as he sat down on the nearest bench.


“Fran. You’ve met her a few times, right? She was a recent addition to the town. Two years I think? She’s Annie’s property.”


With a tug Renn pulled him to his knees. “See, that’s how this town works. You’re either working for me, or you’re property of someone who is.” He unzipped his pants, pulling out a half-hard cock that he pulled Rocky’s nose into. The summer heat empowered its scent, so close to the aphrodisiac gas he used to use. “Sure, there’s a mix. Some people who work for me are more submissive in bed, some like to switch it up, and some living property act as service tops. But everyone in this town knows the leash. Everyone in this town knows me.” 


Rocky tasted the salt of precum on his tongue when Renn guided his cock inside. Possessive hands held his head steady, bobbing the hyena up and down the hardening shaft. In the distance, he heard cars driving by and people walking on with unbroken conversations. He was exposed and no one cared. 


He didn’t need the nubby spikes on his cage to tell him how he felt. 


“See, I own this town. I own the land around it. I even own some of the mountains blocking us off. And I own you. I can do whatever I want to you and no one will stop me. Hell, plenty of my people encourage it.”


Renn held the hyena down at the base of his cock only to pull him off before suffocating. His saliva splattered from the rod with every heavy slap it made against his open maw. “Some of the residents used to be my property. Over time I got bored of them and gave them a longer leash. They’re loyal enough to stay, even found property of their own to please them. But I don’t see that happening for you. No, I think that you’ll do better inside my place. If I get bored of you, I might just make you a personal butler. God knows I need one.” 


Renn’s boot pushed him to the ground, then rolled him over to his stomach. By the balls, his master lifted his ass. He spread Rocky’s cheeks and spat into his hole, then spurted lube over it. 


“Not how I wanted to claim this, mind you.” Renn slipped a cold slimy finger up the yeen’s asshole. “See, I wanted to take you privately in my bedroom. If you hadn’t choked me out I would have given you a lovely night. But since you keep rebelling, I’ll just take it while everyone watches.” The mouse’s wet cockhead braced the backside. “And you’re going to love it.”


His will cracked with the mouse’s thrust. Face in the dirt, the hyena heard nothing but the casual sounds of a standard day, slowly overshadowed by his gagged groans and the wet sinking of his master’s cock into his asshole. His inner voice demanded his squeeze, that he fight back. The prolonged denial of a proper fucking made his muscles rebel against the command. 


He welcomed it. Each inch into him, taking what it desired. What the mouse owned. His open maw moaned past the metal ring in acceptance and shame. None would stop to help. Some slowed down to watch the hyena take the slow rhythmic thrusts of the town baron. 


“Nothing to say?” Renn whispered, pulling Rocky’s head back by his headfur. “Come on. Give me something. A little quip. A rebellious swear. Sure I can’t understand you with that gag, but I’ll get the basics.”


Rocky had nothing, at least until the mouse stopped. His body pistoned into the mouse before he mewled for it. Renn laughed. “So desperate. I wonder if you’d have done the same for Annie if she brought her strap out?”


He pulled out. Renn twisted his slave around and took a seat back on the bench, cock standing tall with his arms outstretched and relaxed. “Ride me,” he commanded. On wobbly legs, the hyena stood up. His master straddled him, hovering the yeen’s eager asshole over the rod. Gravity did its work, and his thighs burned to bounce. 


“That’s it.” Renn kneaded his cheeks. “Show everyone just how much you want my cock. How eager you are to please me.” 


Wood creaked under their weight. What chains he had clanged with each bounce, mixing with haggard breaths and the bouncing of his cage. Renn clasped his sack to silence it, tentatively squeezing and smiling with the yeen’s whine. It urged him to bounce harder and faster while his legs burned.


His master bit his lips. His hold tightened. Rocky’s prostate beckoned for more just as his master’s cock burst. “S-Stop now,” Renn said through wincing gritted teeth. Rocky refused, he was too close to give up. 


“That’s an order.” 


Rocky kept bouncing. 


“Get off!” Renn pushed him off. Rocky’s back hit the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of him for several grueling seconds. He kicked and cried, thrusting his hips into the air to fruitlessly build pleasure slipping away. Renn’s booted foot put a stop to that. 


“Were you close?” The mouse said teasingly, “Just ready to cum? Do you think you deserve it after everything you did?” He pushed down before the hyena could respond, “No, bitch, you don’t. You’re lucky I even let you out of the house. There’s a lot for you to make up for before I let you enjoy any pleasure beyond serving me. And by the time we’re done, anything else will be boring."