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[/color]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "ani the hyena and jallal the panther take a game too far. ", "writing": "[color=#a40000]The last strips of daylight dye the dingy sheets golden and peach, and Ani twists across them, stretching and sighing with the restless energy of unsatisfied bloodlust. A cool, broad paw presses down on his chest in silent warning. The hyena squirms under the touch, teeth flashing as he tries to nip at the soft leather of Jallal’s gloves, aching for some reaction from the panther.\n\nJallal hisses through his long, sharp teeth and the hyena falls momentarily still. \n\nJallal offers the barest twitch of a smile, head inclining slightly, and Ani can tell he's pleased. The paw on his chest slides across the sticky cotton of his tee, coming to rest on the smooth plate of the hyena's belt buckle. \n\nThe belt slides free with agonizing slowness, the whisper of cheap leather almost inaudible over Ani's obscene, eager gasps. Jallal's fingertips tease down his fly, and Ani arches up into the touch, head already thrown back in mindless pleasure. \n\n\"Sh-shit, man, your gloves, [i]Christ,[/i] I love that shit, please, you gotta—\"\n\nThe glove pulls away abruptly, and the hyena whines in the back of his throat, grabbing for Jallal’s shoulder to pull him closer. Jallal complies unexpectedly, straddling Ani’s lap for a single, delicious moment of heat and friction. The panther leans in close, their mouths are inches apart, and Ani moves for a hungry kiss. \n\n\nJallal catches him around the throat. \n\n\"You don't order me, [i]whelp.\"[/i] Jallal’s voice is rough, dangerous, but he holds Ani for only a moment before letting him fall back against the mattress. The ruby tie slips from around the panther's neck with ease, revealing a sliver of inky black fur, and Ani can only moan as the cool silk slides over his throat. Jallal takes up the tie, running it through his claws, playing it over the hyena's neck, finally bringing it to rest against his lips. Ani resists briefly, yielding to the panther's sharp claws digging into his jaw. The tie is forced between his teeth, putting his lips back in a snarl as it's tied deftly behind his head. \n\nAni shouts something, and it comes out sounding desperate. \n\nJallal pins his arms, knees pressed into Ani’s hips, leaving him spread-eagled and trembling. Immediately, he is struck by the absolute vulnerability of his position. His breath hitches in quick, sharp excitement, paws twisting in the panther’s grip. \n\n\"Keep still.\"\n\nAni doesn't say anything, can't say anything, but he cocks his head to one side, flexing his paws in a staring, silent challenge.\n\nA paw presses into his throat, and the panther growls, so low that Ani feels it in the pit of his stomach. His pulse leaps against Jallal’s palm, but he leans up into the touch, choking himself, and Jallal smiles. \n\nHis arms are released, but he keeps them crossed above his head, reveling in the performance. Jallal gives him the tiniest nod of acknowledgement, fingertips sliding from his throat to pull the sweat-damp shirt over the hyena’s head. Imaginary restraints forgotten, Ani reaches up with one hand, hooking two fingers under the striking silver buckle of Jallal’s belt\n\nJallal catches the errant paw in a twisting iron grip. His knuckles creak in warning, Ani’s breaths become high and fast with pain, but he lies perfectly, absolutely still as Jallal pushes his paw back against the headboard. \nAn obedient kind of desperation surges through him, keeping him still as Jallal drags his paws across his stomach, teasing a claw along the hyena’s waistband. He twists, and it’s just enough, Jallal’s paw falling heavy and hot, palming the hyena through the rough fabric of his jeans. \n\nAni’s head falls back, eyes closed in bliss, toes curling against the sheets. He barely hears the clink of his belt in Jallal’s hands, doesn’t even crack his eyes open as the leather slithers across his arms, his wrists. Instead, he rolls his hips, grinding against the hand on his cock, breath quick and shallow. \n\nThe belt tightens unexpectedly as Jallal tugs at it with his teeth, knotting Ani’s wrists together, keeping them immobile against the headboard. Claws ghost down one bound arm, pausing appreciatively at the straining muscles. Ani moans at the attention, ankle crossing over the panther’s leg, pulling him closer. Jallal leans in, teeth bared as if to hiss something in the hyena’s ear, but Ani nuzzles his cheek into Jallal’s neck, and for just a moment, the panther’s grip falters. He turns, capturing Ani’s lip between his teeth, so gentle that Ani’s can’t help but melt a little into the sheets. \n\nAni’s legs twine around his waist, pulling him closer. His voice is thready as he moans, trying to beg against the gag. \nJallal leans back, breaking away from Ani’s twisted legs. He unbuttons his clean white shirt, but does not remove it, Ani catches a glimpse of his hardened nipples, black as jet against the white silk. Ani swallows thickly around the gag as Jallal removes his belt, kneeling to grip the hyena’s ankle. He pulls it to the bottom post of the bed, an Ani can feel the strain of the stretch all the way up his thigh. Jallal wraps the belt tightly around his ankle, securing it to the metal frame. \n\nAni’s shaking already, hard little tremors that pull his wrists against the belts, chapping them raw. Jallal leaves him to arch helplessly into the air, his pants tight and tented. The panther watches, undressing without hurry. \n\nHe keeps his knife in hand, flipping it between his fingers as he climbs onto the bed, sitting down heavily onto Ani’s groin. The hyena moans at the contact, grinding up into Jallal’s ass. \n\n“Sit still, whelp,” Jallal growls, flicking his knife from Ani’s collarbone to his nipple. The hyena yips in pain, his hips jerking. Jallal puts the flat of his knife against Ani’s mouth. “Shhh,” he says, drawing a slow, deep line of blood down his solar plexus. Ani whimpers, closing his eyes.\n\n“I’m going to make it good for you,” Jallal swears. “If you’ll let me.” \n\nAni nods dizzily, lying silent and still as Jallal draws the blade lower, slicing through the waistband of his trousers and boxers. He gouges a bloody line to Ani’s hip as his clothes fall away, baring his stiff pink cock.\n\nJallal's mouth finally wraps around him, all swirling, soft tongue and relentless pressure. Ani bucks up against the restraints, leather slicing into his wrist and ankle, his gasp of pleasure muffled as blood spills across fur and sheets. Jallal’s tongue drags up his length and keeps going, sliding over his stomach, his chest, pausing at his collarbone to bury his too-sharp teeth into the ragged edges of his wound. \n\nAni gives a stuttering whimper from behind the gag, writhing up against the absence of pressure. Pain radiates from his collar, every inch of his skin heated and oversensitive, but Jallal wraps his paws around his bleeding wrist and squeezes. Blood splashes out afresh, and Ani can only moan, hips trembling for contact. \n\nJallal cuts him again, a deep slash along his inner thigh. Ani cries out, but Jallal lowers his mouth to the cut, suckling at the bloodied gash. He slips his tongue inside it, and Ani throws his head back, his free leg locked around the panther’s back as he shudders and moans at the pain and pleasure warring up his spine. \n\nJallal pulls away and Ani exhales in a harsh, choking breath, praying the panther will put his red, bloody mouth on his cock again—\n\nThe panther grips his free ankle, pushing his leg all the way up until it’s touching his shoulder, the fine, tight muscles of his ass and thigh jumping in protest. Ani gasps as Jallal’s claws dig into his skin, the angle of his leg leaving him spread wide and utterly at the big cat’s mercy.\n\nJallal wets his clawtips against the blood running down Ani’s thighs, the red glossy against his black fur. He presses up against Ani’s tailhole, forcing two fingers inside of him, hot and sticky with blood. Ani moans at the stretch, a low noise of pain rumbling in his chest. Jallal twists his wrist, fingers scissoring wide. Ani yips, the heat and the burn so tight and hot that his back arches against the bed, the bow of his back a lean line of ecstasy.\n\nJallal pulls his fingers away in a harsh tug; Ani hisses in surprised pain.The hyena expects him to push in roughly, to hike his tail up and slam against him. Instead, Jallal soaks his claws again, running red onto the sheets. His wet pawpads slide easily inside him, sticky heat easing the push of Jallal’s broad fingers. He curls and crooks his fingers, spreading Ani wide with his own blood. \n\n“Is that good?” he purrs. \n\nAni can only nod mutely, eyes hooded with pleasure as Jallal works his tailhole in slow, smooth movements. He coats his pawpads again, pushing into the hyena, his hole so slick with blood that it drips down the cleft of his ass. Ani is blissed out already, his cock lying red and swollen against his stomach. \n\nJallal straddles the hyena, pressing himself between Ani’s thighs. He ruts against the gash in Ani’s leg, the blood thick and hot as he smears it over his dick. \n\nHe takes his cock in hand, hilting himself inside with a single, brutal jerk of his hips. Ani cries out against the gag, his teeth gouging tiny holes in the fine silk. Jallal doesn’t give him time to adjust, gripping his waist in his sharp claws. The belts dig into Ani’s wrists as Jallal pulls him down against his cock, the heat of blood between them a raging intensity of sensation: hot, sharp surges of pleasure. \n\nJallal bucks into Ani with a growl, the hyena yowls as the panther’s claws rake down his chest. His leg locks around Jallal’s, pulling him close as he rocks into him, his barbed cock piercing and [i]perfect. \n[/i]\nHis claws wind themselves around Ani’s throat, and he leans into the touch, choking himself in his effort to grind himself against the heavy cock driving into him. He barely notices as Jallal’s grip tightens, high on the slick pounding against his tailhole. \n\nAni doesn’t start to thrash in earnest until his vision is black on the edges. He jackknifes in a raw, ragged motion, driving Jallal’s cock deeper inside of him. His gaze is frantic, his claws tearing lines in the headboard, his face flushed with blood. His pulse throbs against Jallal’s palm, he times his thrusts to it, fast, deep jerks of his hips. \n\nAni starts screaming against the gag, his voice is hoarse, torn apart by pleasure and pain. His cock runs wet with pre, twitching with need. He clenches tight against Jallal, every muscle locked and straining. His vision is gone, dimmed to nothing but pain in his throat and raw pleasure in the base of his stomach. \n\nJallal gives a long, low groan, pressing himself up into the hyena’s tailhole in a final, punishing thrust. He snarls through his orgasm, head thrown back as he crushes Ani’s throat in his powerful claws. \n\nAni gives a silent howl of pleasure, cum shooting across his chest in sticky, trailing ropes, dripping from the rigid lines of his throat. \n\nJallal pulls out, lapping a sticky, possessive trail up the hyena’s chest. Ani’s pulse is silent and still, Jallal gives his throat one final, loving squeeze, burying his teeth in the tender flesh there.[/color]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The last strips of daylight dye the dingy sheets golden and peach, and Ani twists across them, stretching and sighing with the restless energy of unsatisfied bloodlust. A cool, broad paw presses down on his chest in silent warning. The hyena squirms under the touch, teeth flashing as he tries to nip at the soft leather of Jallal’s gloves, aching for some reaction from the panther.

Jallal hisses through his long, sharp teeth and the hyena falls momentarily still.

Jallal offers the barest twitch of a smile, head inclining slightly, and Ani can tell he's pleased. The paw on his chest slides across the sticky cotton of his tee, coming to rest on the smooth plate of the hyena's belt buckle.

The belt slides free with agonizing slowness, the whisper of cheap leather almost inaudible over Ani's obscene, eager gasps. Jallal's fingertips tease down his fly, and Ani arches up into the touch, head already thrown back in mindless pleasure.

"Sh-shit, man, your gloves, Christ, I love that shit, please, you gotta—"

The glove pulls away abruptly, and the hyena whines in the back of his throat, grabbing for Jallal’s shoulder to pull him closer. Jallal complies unexpectedly, straddling Ani’s lap for a single, delicious moment of heat and friction. The panther leans in close, their mouths are inches apart, and Ani moves for a hungry kiss.


Jallal catches him around the throat.

"You don't order me, whelp." Jallal’s voice is rough, dangerous, but he holds Ani for only a moment before letting him fall back against the mattress. The ruby tie slips from around the panther's neck with ease, revealing a sliver of inky black fur, and Ani can only moan as the cool silk slides over his throat. Jallal takes up the tie, running it through his claws, playing it over the hyena's neck, finally bringing it to rest against his lips. Ani resists briefly, yielding to the panther's sharp claws digging into his jaw. The tie is forced between his teeth, putting his lips back in a snarl as it's tied deftly behind his head.

Ani shouts something, and it comes out sounding desperate.

Jallal pins his arms, knees pressed into Ani’s hips, leaving him spread-eagled and trembling. Immediately, he is struck by the absolute vulnerability of his position. His breath hitches in quick, sharp excitement, paws twisting in the panther’s grip.

"Keep still."

Ani doesn't say anything, can't say anything, but he cocks his head to one side, flexing his paws in a staring, silent challenge.

A paw presses into his throat, and the panther growls, so low that Ani feels it in the pit of his stomach. His pulse leaps against Jallal’s palm, but he leans up into the touch, choking himself, and Jallal smiles.

His arms are released, but he keeps them crossed above his head, reveling in the performance. Jallal gives him the tiniest nod of acknowledgement, fingertips sliding from his throat to pull the sweat-damp shirt over the hyena’s head. Imaginary restraints forgotten, Ani reaches up with one hand, hooking two fingers under the striking silver buckle of Jallal’s belt

Jallal catches the errant paw in a twisting iron grip. His knuckles creak in warning, Ani’s breaths become high and fast with pain, but he lies perfectly, absolutely still as Jallal pushes his paw back against the headboard.
An obedient kind of desperation surges through him, keeping him still as Jallal drags his paws across his stomach, teasing a claw along the hyena’s waistband. He twists, and it’s just enough, Jallal’s paw falling heavy and hot, palming the hyena through the rough fabric of his jeans.

Ani’s head falls back, eyes closed in bliss, toes curling against the sheets. He barely hears the clink of his belt in Jallal’s hands, doesn’t even crack his eyes open as the leather slithers across his arms, his wrists. Instead, he rolls his hips, grinding against the hand on his cock, breath quick and shallow.

The belt tightens unexpectedly as Jallal tugs at it with his teeth, knotting Ani’s wrists together, keeping them immobile against the headboard. Claws ghost down one bound arm, pausing appreciatively at the straining muscles. Ani moans at the attention, ankle crossing over the panther’s leg, pulling him closer. Jallal leans in, teeth bared as if to hiss something in the hyena’s ear, but Ani nuzzles his cheek into Jallal’s neck, and for just a moment, the panther’s grip falters. He turns, capturing Ani’s lip between his teeth, so gentle that Ani’s can’t help but melt a little into the sheets.

Ani’s legs twine around his waist, pulling him closer. His voice is thready as he moans, trying to beg against the gag.
Jallal leans back, breaking away from Ani’s twisted legs. He unbuttons his clean white shirt, but does not remove it, Ani catches a glimpse of his hardened nipples, black as jet against the white silk. Ani swallows thickly around the gag as Jallal removes his belt, kneeling to grip the hyena’s ankle. He pulls it to the bottom post of the bed, an Ani can feel the strain of the stretch all the way up his thigh. Jallal wraps the belt tightly around his ankle, securing it to the metal frame.

Ani’s shaking already, hard little tremors that pull his wrists against the belts, chapping them raw. Jallal leaves him to arch helplessly into the air, his pants tight and tented. The panther watches, undressing without hurry.

He keeps his knife in hand, flipping it between his fingers as he climbs onto the bed, sitting down heavily onto Ani’s groin. The hyena moans at the contact, grinding up into Jallal’s ass.

“Sit still, whelp,” Jallal growls, flicking his knife from Ani’s collarbone to his nipple. The hyena yips in pain, his hips jerking. Jallal puts the flat of his knife against Ani’s mouth. “Shhh,” he says, drawing a slow, deep line of blood down his solar plexus. Ani whimpers, closing his eyes.

“I’m going to make it good for you,” Jallal swears. “If you’ll let me.”

Ani nods dizzily, lying silent and still as Jallal draws the blade lower, slicing through the waistband of his trousers and boxers. He gouges a bloody line to Ani’s hip as his clothes fall away, baring his stiff pink cock.

Jallal's mouth finally wraps around him, all swirling, soft tongue and relentless pressure. Ani bucks up against the restraints, leather slicing into his wrist and ankle, his gasp of pleasure muffled as blood spills across fur and sheets. Jallal’s tongue drags up his length and keeps going, sliding over his stomach, his chest, pausing at his collarbone to bury his too-sharp teeth into the ragged edges of his wound.

Ani gives a stuttering whimper from behind the gag, writhing up against the absence of pressure. Pain radiates from his collar, every inch of his skin heated and oversensitive, but Jallal wraps his paws around his bleeding wrist and squeezes. Blood splashes out afresh, and Ani can only moan, hips trembling for contact.

Jallal cuts him again, a deep slash along his inner thigh. Ani cries out, but Jallal lowers his mouth to the cut, suckling at the bloodied gash. He slips his tongue inside it, and Ani throws his head back, his free leg locked around the panther’s back as he shudders and moans at the pain and pleasure warring up his spine.

Jallal pulls away and Ani exhales in a harsh, choking breath, praying the panther will put his red, bloody mouth on his cock again—

The panther grips his free ankle, pushing his leg all the way up until it’s touching his shoulder, the fine, tight muscles of his ass and thigh jumping in protest. Ani gasps as Jallal’s claws dig into his skin, the angle of his leg leaving him spread wide and utterly at the big cat’s mercy.

Jallal wets his clawtips against the blood running down Ani’s thighs, the red glossy against his black fur. He presses up against Ani’s tailhole, forcing two fingers inside of him, hot and sticky with blood. Ani moans at the stretch, a low noise of pain rumbling in his chest. Jallal twists his wrist, fingers scissoring wide. Ani yips, the heat and the burn so tight and hot that his back arches against the bed, the bow of his back a lean line of ecstasy.

Jallal pulls his fingers away in a harsh tug; Ani hisses in surprised pain.The hyena expects him to push in roughly, to hike his tail up and slam against him. Instead, Jallal soaks his claws again, running red onto the sheets. His wet pawpads slide easily inside him, sticky heat easing the push of Jallal’s broad fingers. He curls and crooks his fingers, spreading Ani wide with his own blood.

“Is that good?” he purrs.

Ani can only nod mutely, eyes hooded with pleasure as Jallal works his tailhole in slow, smooth movements. He coats his pawpads again, pushing into the hyena, his hole so slick with blood that it drips down the cleft of his ass. Ani is blissed out already, his cock lying red and swollen against his stomach.

Jallal straddles the hyena, pressing himself between Ani’s thighs. He ruts against the gash in Ani’s leg, the blood thick and hot as he smears it over his dick.

He takes his cock in hand, hilting himself inside with a single, brutal jerk of his hips. Ani cries out against the gag, his teeth gouging tiny holes in the fine silk. Jallal doesn’t give him time to adjust, gripping his waist in his sharp claws. The belts dig into Ani’s wrists as Jallal pulls him down against his cock, the heat of blood between them a raging intensity of sensation: hot, sharp surges of pleasure.

Jallal bucks into Ani with a growl, the hyena yowls as the panther’s claws rake down his chest. His leg locks around Jallal’s, pulling him close as he rocks into him, his barbed cock piercing and perfect.

His claws wind themselves around Ani’s throat, and he leans into the touch, choking himself in his effort to grind himself against the heavy cock driving into him. He barely notices as Jallal’s grip tightens, high on the slick pounding against his tailhole.

Ani doesn’t start to thrash in earnest until his vision is black on the edges. He jackknifes in a raw, ragged motion, driving Jallal’s cock deeper inside of him. His gaze is frantic, his claws tearing lines in the headboard, his face flushed with blood. His pulse throbs against Jallal’s palm, he times his thrusts to it, fast, deep jerks of his hips.

Ani starts screaming against the gag, his voice is hoarse, torn apart by pleasure and pain. His cock runs wet with pre, twitching with need. He clenches tight against Jallal, every muscle locked and straining. His vision is gone, dimmed to nothing but pain in his throat and raw pleasure in the base of his stomach.

Jallal gives a long, low groan, pressing himself up into the hyena’s tailhole in a final, punishing thrust. He snarls through his orgasm, head thrown back as he crushes Ani’s throat in his powerful claws.

Ani gives a silent howl of pleasure, cum shooting across his chest in sticky, trailing ropes, dripping from the rigid lines of his throat.

Jallal pulls out, lapping a sticky, possessive trail up the hyena’s chest. Ani’s pulse is silent and still, Jallal gives his throat one final, loving squeeze, burying his teeth in the tender flesh there.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "wicked game", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "319" }