Chapter V: Betrayal
In the blink of an eye, the last five days whizzed past, leaving both of them yearning for more time. Slippy mounted a rescue operation – just as Fox said he would – and plunged the space station into chaos. Peppy and Falco had already made their way to the docking bay and boarded the Great Fox. Only Fox himself remained.
Wolf held his lover with shaking arms, savoring the precious last seconds of their time together. The station’s alarm blared.
“I’ll miss you, Giggles.” Fox said with his muzzle buried deep in Wolf’s chest.
“I’ll miss you too, Pup.” Wolf caressed the smaller man’s ears. “But you gotta leave now. Someone will be coming to check the cells and you need to be gone by then.”
They began the arduous task of releasing each other’s embrace. First their chests, then their arms, their hands, and finally their lingering gazes.
Wolf’s last vision of his lover was of his bare back as he sprinted away from him and towards the docking bay. Next time he saw him would undoubtedly be on the battlefield, through the targeting system of his Wolfen starfighter.
He couldn’t hold back the tears that night.
The following days went by rather normally. After an expected earful from Andross, Team Star Wolf was put on full alert for impending attacks to the space station as the mad scientist expected some form of retaliation from the Cornerian Army for holding and torturing their most esteemed pilots.
On a given night, Wolf paced the halls of the space station until he found himself in front of Fox’s cell, now empty. He stood there for a bit, contemplating his options. He couldn’t leave Star Wolf… Could he? And even if he did, pursuing a serious relationship with Fox had some logistical hurdles. Namely, his criminal record.
A damp cloth covered his nose and interrupted his rumination. Two startled huffs later and he was out like a light.
When he came to, he recognized the increasingly familiar feeling of tight straps over his limbs, naked and spread-eagle. He scanned his environment. Circular room. Tall monitors. Weirdly cozy lighting. A Breaking Room… Fuck.
“Sleep well?”
Panther.
“Release me. Now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Wolfy.”
There was that underlying purr about Panther’s words as he circled Wolf with soundless footsteps. A predator about to pounce.
Wolf put on his toughest act and let out a rumbling growl. “I’m not going to say it again, Panther. Release. Me. Now!”
“Oh? But I thought you liked being tied up. At least that’s what I understood from the security footage.”
“I–” Wolf froze mid-sentence. The camera. He’d forgotten to turn off the fucking security camera. Panther flashed a mischievous grin.
“Oh yes. I’ve watched you have your fun with McCloud. Or rather McCloud having fun with you.”
“P-Panther, I– Grr! So what?! Does that give you a reason to commit mutiny?!”
Panther lunged forward until his nose nearly collided with Wolf’s. His eyes were seething with uncharacteristic fury.
“It does, actually. You let him escape! I saw you on the cell block with the little shit and you let him go! And you knew their mechanic was coming and did nothing! It’s all your fault!” He stepped back and took a deep breath, regaining his composure.
Shit. He knows everything.
Panicking, Wolf struggled hard to no avail. Physical means wouldn’t get him out of his predicament. Time for a psychological approach.
“Panther, when I get out of this I’m going to feed you your own limbs you traitorous asshole!”
“All the more reason for me to keep you here, then!” He laughed. ”I’ve already made Andross aware of your… fraternization with the enemy. Our esteemed employer tasked me with, shall we say… reinforcing your loyalty?” He bared his claws and placed them against Wolf’s taut stomach. “Nothing personal.”
Another increasingly familiar sensation overtook Wolf’s mind. An electric scribbling of pointy claws over his tender abs. Tickling.
“Grk! I’ll k-kill you!”
“I doubt that.” Panther walked towards the end of the bondage table and scratched Wolf’s paw-pads.”
“P-Pffffahahahantheher!”
“I hate to contradict myself but maybe this is a little bit personal,” he said as he teased Wolf’s toes. “Falco Lombardi and his exquisite talons were the finest playthings I’ve ever had at my disposal. Oh how he screamed when I teased his soles, just under those long, strong toes.” As he described his actions, he mimicked them on Wolf’s paws, drawing cute giggles from the canine. “We were going to have so much more fun together… But then you took him away from me. And for that, you shall pay.”
Shit. If there was one thing he knew and admired about Panther, it was his unmatched vindictiveness. He’d witnessed first-hand the fate of the poor souls who found themselves on the receiving end of the feline’s vendetta. And now he was one of them.
Panther unleashed his most powerful natural asset: his coarse tongue. Each lap over Wolf’s sensitive pads felt like a million tiny prongs dragging themselves across the smooth surface and compelling the nerves there to titillate an obscene amount. He squeezed his toes shut and let loose a barrage of panicked guffaws. And his feet weren’t even that ticklish in comparison to the rest of his body…
“Not bad, Wolfy. Clean, pedicured and rather ticklish. Just how I like them,” he stepped back, observed Wolf’s bare feet for a second and frowned. “But they’re not Lombardi’s talons. Neither are they your most ticklish spot.”
Of course. He saw the tapes, Wolf lamented internally. He knows exactly where I’m most ticklish.
The big cat waltzed around the table, admiring his prey’s upper body, nice and taut with his arms tied above his head. He purred; devouring each and every curve of Wolf’s form with hungry eyes. The lean stomach inset with defined abs. The cute belly button nested in the center. The tender looking hips and sides. The deliciously vulnerable armpits. It made Wolf’s neck fur stand on end.
“Where shall I caress you next, Wolfy? Your sides, perhaps?” He squeezed them.
“Pfff!!”
“No? Then how about your pits?” He poked them.
“Grrraahahahahaha!”
“Better! But oh, what’s this? Someone’s getting excited!”
The tickling, bondage, teasing and general kinkiness of the situation finally enacted their inevitable effect on Wolf’s body and stirred the beginnings of an erection from him, glistening at half-mast. “How shameful! What sort of degenerate gets aroused by tickling?” Panther jeered with mock disbelief.
“Fuck off! As if you don’t have your weird fetishes!”
“Guilty as charged.” He winked and started lapping at Wolf’s cock like a kitten sipping from a milk bowl.
“A–Ah shit!” The pleasure was indescribable. The same qualities that made Panther’s tongue such a wicked tickle tool also made it extremely effective in delivering pleasure. In less than half a dozen quickened breaths, Wolf’s member had risen to full attention and already neared climax. Unbelievable as it was, Panther was about to make him cum. To increase his sensitivity, no doubt, but still, an orgasm was an orgasm. He shut his eyes and let his torturer’s marvelous tongue bathe him in white-hot pleasure. A lick under his balls… around his length… over his head! Legs spasming… Heartbeat quickening… Cold!!
Wolf’s eyes shot open. Fast as laser, Panther wrapped a contraption of cold metal over his erection. He was still on the edge! If he could just hump it a bit…
“Argh!” he yelped in pain as a mechanism in the cage activated and caused it to shrink and painfully squeeze his engorged length to a more modest size.
“Sorry, Wolfy.” Panther chuckled. “I figured that since you enjoy being tickled to orgasm, denying you that satisfaction would make for suitable punishment. What do you say? Are you feeling punished?”
“Let me cum you traitorous scum!”
“Good, it’s working! Now, let’s resume your primary treatment.”
Panther leaned over him again; he could feel hot breaths over his stomach fur. Wolf knew it could only mean one thing. The tongue again. It traveled in long, broad laps across the breadth of his stomach, feeling like a thousand angry ants with pitchforks all in a surface area equivalent in size to the palm of one’s hand. He threw his head back, shut his eyes and did what his nervous system compelled him to do.
“BWAHAHAHAHA!”
Booming, growling laughter decorated the soundstage of the Breaking Room. Panther lapped away unabated, with no regard for getting fur on his tongue. He mixed in small nibbles and drags of his sharp teeth to further muddle Wolf’s mind with incomprehensibly ticklish sensations. And by the stars was it working. Most thoughts of defiance had promptly ejected themselves from Wolf’s brain and were replaced by torturous tickling and the unbearable, all-consuming need for release. His throbbing cock ached against the cold metal of the cage, fighting for freedom that wouldn’t come.
Amongst suffocating abyss of torment, there was a thin ray of light that shone through when he imagined Fox in the place of the sadistic Panther, providing a faint glimmer of solace in the darkness. His lover would never show him such cruelty. No matter how intense the session would get, he still felt safe knowing Fox wouldn’t hurt him. Panther gave him no such assurances.
Pointy claws trace the underside of his scrotum and he was surprised at how abnormally sensitive it was.
“P-P-PLEHEHEASEE!!”
“Begging? Our dear leader?”
“LEHET ME CUHUHUHUM!!”
“Let me think about it… No.”
And then it happened. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Panther’s tongue violated his belly button.
It broke him. Physically and mentally.
Wolf let out a shrieking scream in a most un-Wolf-like manner. He shook, squirmed and buckled as if set on fire. It wasn’t just his belly button. Panther used his spare hand to tickle and tease his sides for extra torment as his tongue attacked the main target. The sensations that shot up his spine and burst in his somatosensory cortex were nothing short of the most potent tickling he’d ever felt.
He was merely thirty minutes into the grueling day of torment that lay ahead.
The hours that followed redefined Wolf’s perception of torture. Every mission, every battle, every trial and obstacle he had faced throughout his life paled in comparison to the crushing feeling of helplessness that consumed him during those long, unbearable hours.
It became clear that Panther had armed himself with the knowledge of each and every one of Wolf’s most sensitive spots beforehand – perhaps from studying the security tapes of his sessions with Fox – and made full use of that knowledge to drive his leader out of his mind, pull him back in and force him out again and again and again.
Normally, Wolf’s senses would’ve been somewhat numbed by a barrage of ticklegasms but Panther ensured no such release took place, even as he gave his leader’s trapped cock an occasional lick, scribbling, or feathering just to get him that bit closer to the edge before stopping. At one point, the feline used a string vibrator to rattle the metal bars of the cage while licking various sensitive spots, always pulling away a millisecond before the climax. Always denying it.
“PLEHEHEASE! I-I’LL DO AHAHNYTHIHING!”
“Ahh… Music to my ears,” Panther said. “Very well, then.”
Was it true? Was Panther finally granting him release after hours of unbearable tickle-edging? He took off the cage and Wolf’s shaft sprang to raging fullness immediately. The vibrator was back on, under his balls. Panther stuck out his tongue and inched closer and closer to Wolf’s glistening cock head.
A single lick. That’s all it took.
“AAAAWWWRROOOOOO!”
A rending howl and an orgasm to match. Tremendous amounts of pent-up lupine seed coated Panther’s dark muzzle in milky white as his unstopping licks carried the orgasm for as long as it could last. It passed, but the licking didn’t. It only sped up!
“AH! AHA! PANT–! PA– GAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Well, you asked for release. I obliged. A single orgasm is no excuse to stop yoru punishment. In fact, I do believe you have another one or twenty in you.”
The tickling began anew. Panther’s tongue found his belly button and went to town. For the second time that day, the proverbial bar representing the most unbearable torture Wolf could fathom was raised again. The preceding orgasm was mind-shattering but it wasn’t worth this. Had his judgment not been clouded with lust before, he would have begged Panther to keep the cage on.
Panther gave him a long, trailing lick starting at his belly button and all the way up to his neck, before rumbling in his ear.
“I just had a great idea, I could capture McCloud and bring him here to keep you company. I could set a trap. You’d make for fine bait given your… intimate association with him. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The two of you could be my new playthings together!”
The threat was enough to pull Wolf partially back into his senses.
“NO! Don’t you dare touch Fox– GAAHAHAHA!” Fingers on his armpits. He wasn’t in control.
“I’ll think about it… Maybe the two of you shall make for enough entertainment to compensate for the loss of my beautiful talons. In the meantime, you’ll do.”
It’s astonishing how horribly hypersensitive a man can become after experiencing climax. For Wolf in particular, the prolonged edging and quaking orgasm had made his genitals the center of attention of his nervous system, and Panther exploited that fact using primarily his tongue to tickle torture the sensitive organ while his claws darted around the rest of his body from his sides, to his belly button, to his paws. It wasn’t long before a second orgasm hit him. Then a third, a forth, a fifth, and a sixth, by which he was just shooting blanks.
Finally, it stopped. Panther stepped back and allowed Wolf to recover some of his mental faculties before attempting communication.
“I trust Andross shall be satisfied with your current state.”
Wolf pushed his words out between heavy breaths. “It’s… Over… Untie me…”
“Not yet, Wolfy.”
Oh for fuck’s sake.
Panther held a surgical mask in his hands, one that connected to the room’s long-term life support system.
“…No. Y-You can’t!”
“Ah but I can! You see, Andross assigned me a full-day session… yet he conveniently omitted any restrictions on keeping you for even longer.”
This isn’t happening. “You’re sick.”
“No, but I really do miss those talons.” He placed the mask over Wolf’s snout and turned on the life support system.