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A Panther's Peril

For Rynnau

By Draconicon

Isweko had merely meant to go around the tribe's territory, to patrol the boundary between the jungle and the plains. He had done it, as had any other warrior of the tribe, over a hundred times. There had never been an incident before, and most times the route was considered little more than a formality that had to be completed for the sake of the tribe.

This time, however, things were a little...different.

The panther gritted his teeth as the hyena explorers, to a one dressed in clothes that covered more of their body than they exposed, tied him tighter and tighter to a tree. His arms were pulled to a branch well over his head, the robe coming down on the far side of the tree and wrapped around the base of a shrug. He clenched his hands into fists, but the movement did nothing. He did not get the leverage needed to get free, nor did he have the strength needed to uproot the shrub from where he stood.

"Heh, aren't you a magnificent male?" one of the hyenas said, circling around him and adjusting a broad-brimmed hat, looking him up and down. "He truly is a remarkable savage, isn't he?" the hyena asked one of his fellows.

"Yes, truly muscular, and thriving surprisingly well in this dangerous land. You would think that they were all starving wastrels, but then you would see this one."

Isweko would have been flattered were it not for the fact that he was tied up and being admired in the process. He gritted his teeth as his legs were forced apart, one rope per ankle dragging them further and further around the trunk of the tree. Even with all the muscles that he had built up over his time as a warrior of the tribe, he could not break the ropes. There was something different about them, something almost like stone, but harder than stone, and smoother, too.

As they pulled his legs so far back that his toes left the ground, he was left to hang by his wrists, his body pinned to the tree trunk, his loincloth falling between his spread legs and against the wood. The hyenas looked down, and then looked back up.

"My, my...I wonder..."

"What are you doing?" Isweko asked, hissing and growling in the language of his people. The hyenas ignored him, one of them reaching down for his loincloth. "You dare touch me?"

They didn't respond. Either they didn't understand him, or they didn't care. Either way, he was shortly unveiled, his low-hanging shaft exposed, and his balls just beneath it likewise revealed. He gritted his teeth as the three men leaned in, prodding at his testicles and sending them swaying back and forth, while one of them reached for his shaft and pulled the hefty thing upwards. It was big and thick enough that the intruder couldn't entirely close his hand around it, forcing him to hold it with more care.

"Goodness, look at what he has between his legs."

"Heh, it's almost another weapon, isn't it?"

"It's certainly big enough to tempt a lad, isn't it?"

"Heh, I wonder how much he can shoot..."

They seemed enamored of his shaft, something that he could have understood if they were back in his village. He was a well-endowed male, and there were many that would have begged for the chance to be under him if he had been one of those that swaggered around with the confidence of his cock. Yet, he had held back, wanting to maintain his power as a warrior, as all knew that the strength of arms came from a full set of balls.

They gripped his cock, though, pulling on it, dragging their hands up and down his shaft with as much clumsiness as a newborn at walking. Yet, bit by bit, they dragged his mostly-unused cock to an erect state, piling on inches as he grew harder, stiffer, heavier in the crotch. He groaned, curling his toes unwillingly as they forced his shaft longer, making it stand out past his loincloth.

"Oh, my. Look at how big it gets."

"It seems the savages have something of worth, after all."

"Oh, indeed. I could name many men at home that would kill for something like this in their households."

"Heh, a walking source of pleasure."

Enamored, alright, and eager to hold his shaft. They finally pulled back when he reached his full size, looking down at his cock. Some whistled, others leered, but they did not leave him be. One reached down and gripped just behind the head, squeezing it tight enough to make the tip swell, and he gritted his teeth as the hyena leaned down.

You will not. You will not!

And yet the hyena did. Black lips parted to allow the head of the panther's cock into that mouth, and he stiffened hard as he felt the warmth of that mouth caressing his tip. He gasped, unable to stop himself as the hyena started bobbing up and down, sucking his cock, working the base of the shaft with his hands before pulling his head back.

"Mmph...he tastes good, too."

"Let me have a try."

Isweko could hardly believe what was happening to him. This was either a nightmare or a dream come true, depending on how one saw it. His cock was passed from mouth to mouth, all three hyenas kneeling before him. If he had had just one arm free, he might have been able to do something, but this...this humiliation...

He was a warrior. He was the man here, the one that was being adored and serviced, but he was helpless. His cock, not him, was their object of devotion. He could do nothing to stop them from playing with it, leaving him not even a partner to this. They did not want him, but only his cock.

Yet, they played with it well. He moaned under his breath, arching his back against the tree, feeling his balls rising. His seed was ready to shoot, and he huffed, puffed, feeling the pleasure and tingles of warning throbbing through his cock. Just a little bit more and he would go over the edge. Just that little bit more, and he would cum. He moaned, he thrust his hips however much he could -

And then they pulled back. He gritted his teeth as he fought back a howl of sudden discomfort, his balls feeling tight as they were denied that orgasm.

"Agh! You dishonorable..."

"He doesn't take long, does he?" one of the hyenas asked.

"Really, did you expect stamina? Look at those balls. They're so full that he'd probably cum in a second from a woman."

"Not that we want to share him with one..."

"Let's take our time, hmm? Let's have our fun."

"Yes. See him squirm."

"Perhaps a little edging will tame the wild beast...or at least make him desperate enough to obey."

Isweko had no idea what 'edging' was, but as they laid their hands on him again, as they took their tongues to his balls, he got a first-hand education. They pushed him hard, jerking his cock as fast as they could, only pausing to spit on his shaft and make it slick when it started drying out. When he started oozing pre-cum, they stopped, smearing it around his shaft, using it as lubrication to keep him from getting too dry, or too sensitive.

They would push him right to the edge, right when he was panting and gasping, thinking that he would finally get his relief, only to stop at the very last second. He would end up arching his back, whimpering, shaking, only to growl at them while they waited for him to come back from that. They always waited with smirks on their faces, watching him, muttering about how he was such a loud 'kitten', and then going back to tormenting him.

The constant stroking was pleasurable, yes, but his balls were feeling heavier and heavier, his shaft feeling like it was so full, so hard, so desperate that it was going to fall off if he didn't get relief soon. He groaned, his toes scratching lines in the trunk of the tree, his head occasionally bumping back against the tree trunk as he shook in frustration. His cock oozed, constantly dripping down to the earth below, turning the dirt to mud and muck, not that the hyenas seemed to mind.

It wasn't until they had edged him for the fourth time, pushing him right to the edge, when they had the bright idea to take it further. At first, he thought they were just cushioning his balls, gently pulling them forward, but then he felt a hand under his ass. His eyes went wide as the hyena with the hat slowly licked his fingers, and then -

"Nnnnngh! You - agh!"

The feeling of something prodding around inside him was beyond anything that he had expected. It was invasive, it was wrong, and yet, as the hyena curled his fingers, they touched something that was primal, something that was different from anything that he had ever felt before. He needed it, craved it as they found it and pressed it again and and again, each touch something more powerful than the last. He gasped, he thrust his hips forward, he whimpered as his cock sloshed about with strings of pre-cum hitting everything.

"Nnnngh...let me...let me..."

At that moment, he was almost grateful that they couldn't understand him. He had been about to beg for them to let him cum, and if he had actually said that out loud, he would never have been able to return to his village with honor. The idea that any warrior would beg for this, let alone him -

The fingers slipped from him as he was about to go over the edge, leaving him growling, almost mewling with need. The feeling of emptiness that followed was a strange mix of relief and neediness, like his hole was happy to be empty, but yet craved that filling feeling again.

What are they doing to me? Isweko wondered as the hyenas took their time to let him calm down again. Why do I...

"Heh, looks like his cock is getting close."

"We're going to be at this all day, you know that?"

"We have time. The ropes will hold, and when we finish...come on. Who doesn't want to take something like this home?"

You will not take me...

Isweko just wished he could believe that. He was starting to enjoy this, and that was a dangerous sign.

"Alright, let's keep going..."

The End

Summary: A tribal warrior is caught by modern explorers and, well, 'explored'.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M/M, hyena, panther, bondage, edging, teasing, handjob, oral, fingering, anal fingering, tribal, modern/tribal, exploitation, pre-cum, oozing,