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Imprinting on the Wrong Man for Heru by Draconicon

The cheetah groaned and thrashed against his restraints as the lights continued to assault his eyes, the visor over his face dancing with the multi-colored beams that burned at his thoughts. In the background, Jerome could hear his captor, the evil Roderick, laughing behind his computer console.

"Soon, you delicious little kitty. Soon, your brain will be mine, and I will have the first of my slaves. Just a little more, and you'll be mine!"

Could you sound more like a comic book character? He wanted to laugh, but he knew that was only partially from the ridiculous way that the badger acted. The real reason was from the tingle that the machine pushed at his mind. The feline had been feeling it for nearly an hour now as it had broken down his thoughts, crunching at the edges of his restraint. It was like what was him, that inner bit, was slowly being eaten away by brightly colored visual acid.

He bit his lip, but he could barely feel it as the blinking lights continued to blast his eyes. Even closing his eyes had stopped working after the first twenty minutes, and Jerome hadn't dared to try it again. It felt as though, if he went to sleep, he wouldn't wake up himself again. No, he had to stay awake, he had to keep fighting.

Thrashing about on the table, fighting the occasional word that surfaced through the whorls of color, the cheetah tried to focus on himself. He fought against the suggestions that he was into men, that he was a cock-sucking submissive, that he wanted to play and serve bigger men. It was all lies. He kept telling himself that, that they were lies, manipulations by the villain on the podium above him.

But most of all, he fought the suggestion that his master was right there in front of him. That was the most insidious of the things that the helmet visor was telling him, that the master was there. He knew that when that settled in, the rest would follow in short order.

Already, his cock was hard as hell, throbbing above his belly. It had been the first command that slipped past, and so far the only one. It had gotten through while he'd been asleep, defenseless. It begged for attention, begged in a way that left Jerome grateful for the bindings he was in. It was one distraction, at least, that he couldn't succumb to.

Yet, still -

"Ugh!"

He groaned, grimacing at the feeling of his head being so stuffed. It was like the colors were taking up physical space inside his skull, wearing him down with their pressure as well as their presence. The cheetah arched his back, trying to get away, but all that did was make his cock bounce up and down.

"You'll be mine, kitty! If you won't submit to this, let's see how you handle double strength!"

You can't be serious! You've been holding back?!

The sudden blast of light through his eyes was painful as well as heavy. The cheetah shouted in pain, throwing his body against the bindings once more as the pressure doubled, tripled inside of his head. The weight on his mind was akin to anvils, crushing at his thoughts. When he looked up, at the badger, it was like he was...changing. No longer so reprehensible. No longer so vile, so wrong, but more respectable, desirable...more -

BANG!

The sudden explosion caught them both by surprise, and by sheer chance, Jerome looked away from the badger at just the right time. The command to imprint on the person he saw as master slid into his brain, but by pure luck, he wasn't looking at Roderick.

Instead, he was looking at Captain Courage, the Great Dane superhero of the city.

The pressure was too much for the cheetah, and he collapsed, his mind assaulted by the other commands in his helpless state as the fight between hero and villain began in the lab around his unconscious form.

"Wake up. Wake up!"

The strong, manly voice of Captain Courage woke him from his slumber, and Jerome groaned as he felt the restraints on his wrists and ankles being removed. He opened his eyes, just in time to see the hypno-visor taken away from his face. Replacing it was the handsome - gorgeous, he realized - face of the superhero. The Great Dane leaned forward, examining him.

"Are you alright?"

"I..."

The cheetah tried to roll off of the table, but it felt wrong. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach. Instincts he'd never known he had told him to throw his ass back, to arch his tail over his back, to moan as if he was in utter bliss. And so he did, the cheetah shuddering at the strange satisfaction that the pose gave him.

He looked over his shoulder to find that the hero was staring at him, and felt a smile grow along his face as he looked down to see that Captain Courage had a boner growing in his spandex pants.

"Is something wrong, my hero?"

"Uh, Jerome. Are you okay?"

"Mmm, I'm fine. I'm more than fine. Particularly with you here, handsome."

Memories were flooding back to the cheetah. He'd always been straight before...hadn't he? But no, he couldn't have been, not when he remembered feeling such wonderful things about Captain Courage before. There was no way that he was a straight boy, not when he wanted to have that dog on him, in him and -

"Mmmm..."

He went back to the pose, unable to help himself. He stretched forward, his head almost against the metal slab, his ass high in the air. His hips swayed from side to side, and he swore he could feel the dog's eyes watching it.

"Mmmm....Ahhhh..."

"Fuck, what is -"

Fuck. The other words didn't matter, but that did. Jerome's eyes went blank as he suddenly shoved his ass back. The quick move pushed the superhero back against the table as well, as he straddled the super's face. He ground his hips from side to side, wiggling his ass until his hole was right over Captain Courage's mouth.

"Please...lick me...lick your slave..."

"Mmmph! Mpph!"

The words didn't matter to the feline, only the need to have his hole licked and teased so that it was properly lubed and ready for his master. He needed it, and he knew that his master wanted it. Now that he was straddling Captain Courage's face, he could see the bulge down there, the needy, throbbing length inside of his clinging costume. It was begging for attention, and he moaned as he tried to reach for it.

Sadly, it was just out of reach; he couldn't grab at it without pulling himself back from the captain, and if he did that -

"Oooooh!'

The feline moaned, arching his back as his hole was suddenly teased by tongue. A long, thick tongue ran between his ass cheeks, running from just below his hole to just under his tail. Jerome's toes curled against the metal slab, and his tail whipped back and forth. He yowled eagerly, pushing down harder against the hero's tongue.

It didn't take long for the licking to get him nice and wet, stretched out. Each slow drag of the tongue pulled his hole in a different direction, pulling it and stretching it with the slow laps that he got. The cheetah leaned forward, his clawed fingers kneading at the dog's chest, almost puncturing the tight costume.

"Oooh! Master's tongue...master's tongue is the best."

Suddenly, the tongue slid in. Jerome's eyes went wide, and he arched his back, lifting his ass off of the Great Dane's face a few inches as that tongue slid into his hole. His claws were definitely out then, and he yowled to the heavens.

"Oh yes! Yes! Like that, Master, just like that! So -"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Suddenly pushed up and then down onto the table, Jerome found himself pinned beneath the powerful arms of his hero and master. Shuddering in anticipation as his arms were pulled behind his back, the naked cheetah looked over his shoulder to see that his hero had pulled down the front of his costume. His cock was just as big as the bulge had promised, if not bigger still.

"That's enough foreplay. If you finally want me, then you're gonna get me."

It was a moment of recollection as that cock slid down against his ass. For a brief second, Jerome remembered his old life. Straight, normal, aggressive, eager; all things that were contrary to what he was now. He'd never been interested in cock -

And then the shaft slid in, and those thoughts faded. The cheetah gasped in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hero, his idol, his master rammed that thick shaft in. He rolled his hips back, eagerly taking more and more of that thick cock into his hole. Tongue hanging out, his mouth open wide, all he could do was bounce his hips back and beg for what he'd long needed, but never known he craved.

Smack, smack, smack went that cock, slamming into him again and again. Each powerful thrust was like a harsh spank to his ass cheeks, but it wasn't something that he disliked. In fact, it only made it better. The cheetah's tail wrapped around the hero's waist, pulling him in closer with a grin, making each thrust deeper, harder, faster.

The hard, rough sex was too powerful to sustain for long, and soon, they both came. Jerome hit his climax first, driven to the edge by his hero from the tongue and fuck, while Captain Courage came a few seconds later. Jerome wanted to think that the powerful climax was one of the hero's better ones, pulled out by his tight ass, but he didn't know for sure.

As they collapsed onto the table, the cheetah...woke up, for lack of a better word. The idolizing slowly began to fade, and he blushed as he realized what he had done. A slow sense of discontent, not quite disgust, filled him at how easily he'd given himself to someone else, how happily he'd allowed them to play with his body. It was like he'd become someone else completely.

Yet, on the other hand...

This feels good. He didn't know why, but it did, even the soreness that was slowly building up in his ass. The cheetah slowly looked over his shoulder at the hero, and suppressed a groan at the closed-eyed, happy look on Captain Courage's face. It was like something out of a porno, but it was so genuine that it was clear that the hero had wanted this for a long time.

What am I going to tell him? What am I going to do?

He didn't know. He knew that he wasn't that big of a gay submissive, but there was a part of him that had enjoyed it. More importantly, there was a part of him that he couldn't ignore. Despite his orgasm, that part wanted to get fucked again, and again, and again, and all from the hero behind him.

What am I going to do?

The answer wasn't forthcoming. Somehow, he doubted that he'd find the answer soon. At the very least, not before he got fucked a few more times.

The End