The tall, slender panther stood waist-deep in the warm water of the huge lake, leisurely washing away the dirt that had accumulated on his silky black fur over the past few days. Any observer would say he'd already been perfectly clean half an hour ago, but the cat's lifestyle meant he didn't have access to clean water very often, and now he wanted to bathe as long as he liked and get rid of every speck of dust that had clung to him. Beneath the short, wet fur, the male's well-developed muscles were clearly visible, not too large but very lean - obviously his life required more endurance than strength. The panther's skin was covered here and there with scars, small and almost invisible under the fur, more typical of slaves or servants of cruel nobles than of warriors or hunters, and these marks did not seem to bother the owner, who continued to run his palms over his body. The cat closed his eyes and purred loudly, concentrating on the feel of the warm water, cutting himself off from the world and making himself the perfect prey.

"Hey pussy, how's the water today? Warm?" A harsh call from somewhere on the shore broke the panther's peace. 

The cat opened his eyes to see a huge boar with dirty brown fur, arms crossed over his muscular chest, examining his prey with a smug grin that revealed his protruding fangs. The man's massive legs were covered by the simple pants that all the villagers wore, unlike his belly, round like most of his kind, which was on display - the boar was clearly proud of his size. Although his excess weight meant that he was unlikely to be able to sustain a long chase, his muscles could certainly help him make a short sprint, which would be more than enough to catch the panther, whose movements were restricted by the water, and that was clear to both males.

"What do you want?" the panther replied, his voice clearly worried. Despite the fact that the uninvited guest had shown no signs of aggression so far, the arrogant look on the big male's face could tell where this was going.

"Yourself. Don't worry, we'll just have some fun. If I like it, you can go home on your own," the boar grunted, pleased with what he thought was a good joke. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was going to rape his victim - there was no point, he could still take what he wanted by force alone. 

"L-l-listen," the panther's voice began to shake even more after the superior male's threat, "just let me go and we'll forget all about this. I don't want any trouble" Of course the cat realized that it would be impossible to just walk away, but he tried to bargain for better terms at least. At the same time he began to move slowly towards the shore, revealing his flaccid penis and a pair of balls in a black fur pouch that had been hidden under the water before. 

"So you're not a girl?" The boar realized from the voice and physique that he was dealing with a male, but feigned surprise to mock his prey, "I thought you just had small tits. But that's okay, we'll find a way to use you anyway. Come on, hurry up!"

The boar lied. Married for decades, he cared too much about his reputation as a rough and cruel but faithful husband to tell anyone about his adventures, especially with another man, so he had no intention of letting his prey go alive. The panther, for his part, continued to walk meekly into the clutches of his rapist, approaching the waiting male step by step. 

As he got closer, the black cat smelled a strong scent of sweat, but being used to such things, he didn't stop until he was next to the male. The first thing the cat did was to put both his hands on his new friend's big belly, look him pitifully in the eyes, and, swallowing nervously, made a last attempt at agreement.

"We can't just forget about this, can we?"

"No," the boar grinned arrogantly again, realizing that his victim had practically accepted his fate and licking his own lips in anticipation.

"Let me... let me at least do everything myself... " Without taking his eyes off the boar's face, the black cat brought one hand down, caressing first the lower abdomen and then the groin, and the other hand up, stroking the muscles of the arms folded on the chest, then the neck, and then placed the palm on the boar's cheek.

The boar wanted to taunt his prey once more, to call the panther a good kitty, but the moment the soft palm touched his muzzle, he felt something strange. Although the cat's appearance hadn't changed in any way, the boar saw, or rather felt that the black spots that covered the cat's head and body, usually barely visible and blending in with the rest of the almost equally black fur, now seemed to glow with darkness. He couldn't take his eyes off the mesmerizing dark circles, staring at the cat's face covered in them without blinking, as if they were consuming him along with the light.

"Let me do everything myself," the panther repeated. There was no sign of the trembling voice, now the cat was clearly mocking the predator that had become prey, not taking the eyes off his face, continuing to stroke his groin and cheek.

The boar felt as if his mind was cut off from his own body, trapped in an impenetrable box, unable to reach a single muscle in his own body - he couldn't even control how fast he was breathing or where his eyes were looking, but he could still see the panther in front of him, feel his touch, hear him start to purr again. The paralyzed male realized what was happening rather quickly - though magic was rare in these lands, he was definitely dealing with some kind of sorcerer who had entangled his body like a spider catching a helpless insect in its web. Physical strength meant nothing anymore, and no matter how big the charmed man was, he was now just a toy for the panther to use.

After staring into the muzzle of his captive for a moment, the panther finally broke eye contact, knelt down, bringing his face to the large belly and playfully licked it a few times, tasting the sweat-soaked, rough fur. With his hands, he first undid the belt holding the boar's pants, then pulled them down, exposing the slave's groin and muscular legs. To the smell of sweat was added the pungent odor of unwashed crotch, but this only aroused the panther more, and to intensify the aroma and taste, the black cat took the still flaccid but already quite large dick into his own mouth and sucked a little. 

The frightened boar could not understand what was happening. He was sure that magic could never do anything good, and he certainly shouldn't expect anything good from someone he just wanted to rape and kill, but why didn't his former victim try to take revenge? Why did he feel his cock enveloped in the cat's warm mouth? And why the hell did it feel so good?

The panther, on the other hand, continued to enjoy himself. Releasing the shaft that had begun to harden from his mouth, he lowered his snout even further, licked the heavy balls a few times, took one in his mouth and played with it with his tongue, then the other, and began to suck as if he wanted to suck the seed right out of it. Wanting to tease his toy even more, the cat used his teeth and bit a little at the base of the scrotum, but even with the threat of castration, the boar's mind could not regain control and the body showed no resistance. After playing with the boar's balls a little more, the cat felt that the cock rubbing against his face had finally betrayed its owner - it was completely filled with blood and throbbing slightly, smearing the first drops of pre-cum on the black muzzle. Literally pushing two balls out of his mouth with his tongue, the cat returned to the now erect piece of flesh, embraced it with his lips and began to move his head back and forth vigorously, massaging it from below with his tongue.

Despite the horror of what was happening, the boar was enjoying it. It was as if his body had been ready to mate as soon as he'd spotted the lone cat in the lake, and it wasn't about to change his plans, ignoring the sudden change in circumstances. There was nothing he could do about it, only enjoy what was, in a sense, a rape, but just as he began to accept his fate, the situation got worse again - it turned out he wasn't paralyzed. First the man felt his own hand move to the cat's head and began to stroke it gently between the ears, and then his hips began to move toward the cat's mouth with the same frequency and speed as the black head was thrust onto his cock. The fear and sense of his own helplessness washed over the captive male even more, he was afraid to even imagine what a cat with such power over him could do, but at the same time the excitement of what this cat was doing to him right now kept growing. 

The panther's cock was rock hard too, but for the moment he gave all his attention to his own victim. The cat placed his hands on the boar's thick ass, pulling his groin towards him with every movement, even though it wasn't necessary - he was still in control of his prey's every move. At the same time, the panther continued to pleasure the erect dick with his mouth, occasionally sticking out his tongue to play with the dangling balls. It was too good. Even though the cat was in control, he was still sucking like his life depended on it, and the boar just couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. All his life the captive male had thought only of his own pleasure, never bothered to hold back his own orgasms, and now he was about to feed the sorcerer with his sperm at any moment, but when he felt that he was about to cum the panther stopped, let the piece of meat out of his mouth and pulled away, making the boar freeze again.

After licking another clear drop from the tip of the dick, the panther stood up and put his hands on the boar's shoulders, pulling his face to his own. At the same time, the boar, still unwilling, placed his massive palms on the cat's slender waist and opened his mouth, allowing the panther's tongue to enter. The boar could not even remember the last time he had kissed, other than at his own wedding - he just did not see the point of all that tenderness when he could just take what he wanted by force, but now he kissed like a queen's lover, entwining his tongue with the panther's, tasting the sharpness of his partner's fangs, licking and swallowing the cat's saliva with the taste of his own cock. 

"Well, you wanted me and to have fun," the panther murmured, breaking the passionate kiss. There was a frightening care and lust in his voice, "You've already got me and you'll get more, but isn't it time to get to the fun part?"

"Sure," the boar began to answer, licking his own lips again, tasting the remnants of the panther's flavor and his own. He wanted to scream, curse, swear, but definitely not agree to what the cat called fun, but it turned out that even speech was under the sorcerer's control now, "What have you prepared for me, kitty?"

"Oh, you'll like it, follow me," the panther released a claw on the index finger of his hand and patted the pig's nose caressingly, then grabbed the dick with the same hand and led the boar behind him like on a leash in the direction of a dense bush nearby, continuing to massage the erect flesh gently with his hand. At the same time, the cat raised his black tail and made the boar stare at his taut bottom, where the same black spots seemed to absorb all the light around them.

As the two walked a few paces around the bushes, the boar's gaze shifted from the panther's body to the other cat. The lion lay relaxed on the grass, his chest and belly exposed to the sun, his arms folded behind his head and his legs slightly apart so that his wet, sand-colored fur would dry as quickly as possible under the sun's rays. The male's mane, also wet but still voluminous, reached down to his shoulders and turned into a thick line of fur that ran between his well-developed pecs and abdominal muscles down to his groin. Of course, the lion was naked and seemed completely unperturbed as the unknown male approached from behind the bushes. The prone male was about the same height as the panther, but because of the mane and the more developed and defined muscles under the fur, he looked noticeably more massive and could even compete with a boar whose size was mostly the result of obesity.

"Still not done with him?" The lion asked in a strangely casual manner, not only not looking in the direction of the two men, but not even opening his eyes, as if this was not the first time such a conversation had taken place.

"No," the boar replied in a playful voice he himself had never heard before, "Ash promised to show me something."

"And for that we need your sword, can we have it?" The black cat caught the words himself.

"Why the hell are you doing this again? I know you control him and you say all this shit yourself." There was no anger in the lion's reply, he sounded rather tired, as if he had rolled his eyes hard despite his closed eyelids. 

"Te-e-eich, please!" The two standing males said at the same time, "We want to have fun!"

"Just clean it afterwards," the lion muttered wearily. He knew what would happen next, but he just wanted to rest and not be distracted by Ash and his new friend, so he rolled onto his belly, exposing his still wet broad back to the sun.

"Yay!" The two males yelled again in unison.

The boar immediately sprinted to the stuff lying nearby, some of which were apparently drying after being cleaned. Only now did the male's locked mind realize the fatal mistake - all he had to do was look for the cat's clothes and all this wouldn't have happened, what chance did he have to come naked through the forest? But no, the easy prey had turned his head, and now he was being held captive by two... who were they? The lion was Teich, and the panther was Ash - the boar had never heard those names before, most likely these two were not locals. There was what looked like a set of leather armor on the ground, pants, backpacks, a couple of daggers, a crossbow, a large quiver of javelins and a two-handed sword, all of which looked like the equipment of some mercenaries, and if that was indeed the case, he could make a deal with them - he was rich enough to pay them, but he still couldn't even move his lips. Maybe they just wanted to scare him to raise the price? Could it all be over soon? Maybe they would let him go after all and they would part ways? Either way, for now, trapped in his own head, all he could do was wait and hope for the best. 

While the boar stepped over the things spread on the grass with an unusual for him almost feline grace, Ash took a small, expensive looking glass vial with a heart symbol on it from his pocket, uncorked it, poured some on his own cock, closed it carefully, put the vial back and spread the viscous liquid over his shaft. Meanwhile, the boar reached the sword he had just asked for, picked it up in his arms, examined it from hilt to point like a blacksmith admiring the result of his hard work, and turned to the panther.

"What are we going to do now?" the boar asked with almost genuine curiosity. 

"Shut your damn mouth! Both of your damn mouths! Let me rest!" came the angry shout of the lying lion.

"Okay, big guy, let's get down to business," the panther replied frustrated. For some reason he liked these stupid games, but he either did not want to or did not dare to contradict the lion.

The black cat pondered, looking around for a suitable place for execution, until his gaze fell on a nearby tree, its trunk split in two at about knee height, making it look like a slingshot. The idea of what to do with that tree came to Ash almost instantly, and smiling happily again, he made the boar walk in the chosen direction and followed the male himself. Arriving at the tree, the boar first placed the hilt of the weapon between the separating trunks, then stepped back, holding only the tip, kneeled down, took the tip of the weapon carefully into his mouth, and finally got down on all fours, giving the black cat a particularly good view. Most of the boar's fat was concentrated on his belly, which hung below him, but his ass was more muscular than fat, which made the cat want to dig his claws into it as quickly as possible.

"You know, there is a tradition of naming weapons," the panther's voice came from behind the boar. This time the cat made no loud noise so as not to disturb his resting friend, and his words no longer sounded like mockery, this time he really said what he thought, knowing that the boar could hear him. "Teich said he doesn't care, so I named his sword. Its name is Consent," Ash kneeled right behind his victim and pressed his still hard, lubricated cock against the boar's anus, "Well, love without consent is bad, don't you think? Let's teach you how to love with Consent. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

The panther pushed his hips forward and thrust full length inside. The powerful blow to the fleshy ass caused the boar's body to move forward, forcing more cold steel to penetrate the male. This movement alone was enough to make the double-pierced male realize his fate, but still unable to move on his own, he could only stare helplessly at the sword the cat clearly intended to sink into him entirely. For now, he felt no pain from the blade in his throat or the dick in his ass - the cat masterfully manipulated every muscle in his body, forcing him to relax his neck so he wouldn't choke, and his ass so he wouldn't get in the way of Ashe's and his own pleasure. After the first move, the cat waited a bit, giving his victim a little more time to get a feel for his situation, and then continued to move his hips, driving the boar a little deeper into the sword with each slap of his groin, at the same time making him move his legs and hands forward from time to time to keep his balance.

The boar was terrified. If all this time he had been doing his best to regain control of his body and start moving, now, when the tip of the blade felt like it was already penetrating his chest and could cut his heart or lungs at any moment, he tried to freeze and not move. He didn't want that! He didn't deserve this kind of punishment! Yes, maybe the cat was, or should have been, not even the first victim of his lust, but that was normal - he was a big and strong male and had the right to take whatever he wanted, and the sorcerer was only violating the natural order of things with his magic!

But a much greater violation of the natural order of things for him was pleasure. The boar had never felt a cock inside him, and his first time under the control of a much more experienced partner was humiliatingly pleasurable. The blade penetrated deep inside him with surprising precision, causing discomfort but no damage yet, allowing the boar to fully feel how with each friction the cat's dick hit a special spot inside him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Until the sharp point inside reached his stomach. 

At first the man felt a gradually increasing pressure as something inside him shifted or stretched, and then a sharp pain as the flesh reached the limit of its elasticity and burst, surrendering to the sharpness of the blade. It felt like something was burning the boar from the inside, he wanted to scream, forgetting that the blade might hurt his throat, but he still couldn't make a sound. Unlike his captor.

"Ye-e-es!" came a loud scream over the boar's ear as Ash leaned down and brought his muzzle close to the back of his victim's head, "It hurts so much! Do you feel it?"

In his state, the boar did not even try to understand what was happening to the cat - he was too focused on his own fate, but the feline was indeed in as much pain as he was. The strange ability not only gave Ash power over the bodies of his victims, but he could also feel everything his puppet was experiencing: the panther could see with his own eyes and those of his toys at the same time, hear sounds with each of the four ears and, most importantly, feel the pain and pleasure of his victims as if their bodies were parts of his own. And the cat loved it. Loved the pain, savored it, like a skilled chef using it as a spice, adding just enough not to overwhelm the flavor of the main dish, but also not to make it bland. 

And now Ash wanted more. More pain and more pleasure. He pressed his chest against the boar's broad back and continued to thrust, impaling his toy on the sword with slow but steady movements, piercing more and more flesh into the boar's belly. Not forgetting the pleasure of his victim, the cat placed one hand on the hanging soft belly, sinking his claws a little into the thick skin and beginning to knead it like dough, and with the other he took the boar's dick and began to massage it again. Only now did the tormented male realize that he was still rock hard. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be like this! He couldn't be enjoying his own torture! This was some kind of magic trick!  But no, there was no magic at all - the black cat, who knew everything about pain and pleasure, was just skillfully keeping his victim on the edge between the first and the second, not letting him cum too early or lose his arousal. 

"I told you you'd like it," the panther began to tease again, playing with his fingers on the head of the boar's pre-cum dripping cock, "I can feel how you like it. No healer can fix all those holes inside you, you're dead anyway. I know you hate me for that. But you still want me to help you cum, don't you? To enjoy yourself, even if it's your last time?" The cat squeezed the flesh in his hand harder, forcing out a few more colorless drops.

"Finish him already!" came the growling voice of the annoyed lion again, "Damn it!"

"I'm so-o-orry," Ash said in the tone of a misbehaving kitten, though all three males knew he wasn't sorry for anything. "The sword is already deep inside him, and it can take a long time for him to die like this. If you want to speed it up, come and help."

The lion growled, but did not answer. Instead, as if accepting the challenge, he got up and walked toward the source of the noise. Unlike the other two males, the lion's dick was not hard - he certainly didn't enjoy this kind of tormenting of a helpless enemy. Unashamed of his nakedness, the executioner strode confidently toward the execution site, growling softly in frustration.

By the time the lion was near, the hilt of the sword was a palm's length from the boar's mouth, the point working its way through the intestines and dangerously close to the tip of the cat's penis. Stopping short of pushing his victim deeper, Ash made the boar straighten his arms, lift the hilt from the split trunk, and turn cautiously toward his executioner without getting up from all fours. The cat himself, not wanting to miss the main action, moved behind his victim again, thrusting his dick back in and beginning to ram the boar's insides, this time using all his strength and his speed. At the same time, the black cat wrapped his hands around the thick body and began to stimulate the boar's cock, not to make him cum, but to milk the seed out of him before it was too late. Seeing the naked lion approaching for his life, the boar was ready to do anything: to threaten, to beg, to scream, to cry - but because of the sensations overwhelming him, he would not have been able to form a single coherent sentence even if he had had the chance. His control, however, was still intact - the boar could not squeeze a single tear from his eyes, and moreover, he could feel the corners of his fat lips lifting slightly in a joyful smile.

As he approached, Teich tried to look into the eyes of the one he was about to kill. He knew that the happy grin was just a mask his black friend was putting on, but somewhere inside was the real boar, suffering in agony and enjoying incredible pleasure at the same time. Did the lion feel sorry for him? Barely. Yes, Teich didn't like to kill, but his life had been rough, and with this very sword he had killed dozens, maybe even hundreds of enemies in fights, and he certainly wouldn't spare the one who wanted to rape his friend, but there was something wrong, something dishonorable, to mock the enemy like that, to torture and humiliate him. This had to be stopped. The lion grasped his sword with both hands, placed one foot on the boar's shoulder, and drew his weapon back like the heroes of some legends who pulled swords from rocks to prove their strength.

The way of the blade in the opposite direction was much less careful. The boar felt his insides turn to mush, and a new attack of hellish pain ran through his entire body from the bottom of his stomach to his neck. With the sword no longer blocking his throat, breathing only became more difficult - despite the cat's control, the boar coughed and saw clots of blood flying out of his mouth and running down his lips. In this state he had no more than a few minutes to live.

"Ahhh," the black cat moaned, "Ye-e-es, please end him! I'm so close!"

Ash wanted to lose himself in his pleasure, to forget everything around him, but the most important moment was coming, and it was necessary to do everything at once. Panther forced the boar to rise, put his hands behind his back, staying on his knees, arch his back and bow his head, and at the same time the cat himself put all his remaining strength into the movements of his own hands and hips, bringing the boar's pleasure and his own to the limit. 

The boar, choking on his own blood, watched as the lion raised his sword for the final blow, but the agony did not allow him to realize where it was leading - his mind was filled with sensations as powerful as they were contradictory. The man still felt the unbearable pain, but somewhere below, under the deft fingers of the panther, there was something else, something that seemed to be pushing from within, demanding to come out, and just before the sharp blade severed the boar's head from his body, he felt incredible relief and pleasure as the knot in his lower abdomen finally loosened and the first portion of seed burst from his cock.

Immediately after, he felt himself fall to the ground. Time seemed to slow down for him, and all pain faded away, leaving only the sensation of an ongoing orgasm the power of which was unmatched by any other in his entire life. His cheek felt the impact, softened by the fresh grass, and he saw that his body remained on its knees. His field of vision immediately began to narrow, darkening at the edges, but he managed to see his own death in detail. He could see his own blood pouring from the stump of his powerful neck down his muscular chest and round belly. To see his body go limp, his hands falling to the ground as the panther released his claws and grabbed him under his arms, holding him as tight as he could to keep him from falling forward. As his cock shot several more loads of seed right into his face. And even in death, Ash didn't let go of his victim - in a final act of humiliation, he forced the boar's mouth open so that some of the viscous smelling white liquid landed on his tongue and the last thing the boar felt before he finally fell into the darkness was the taste of his own cum.

Ash felt everything his victim experienced, as if it were happening to him: the pain piercing his entire body, the pleasure of his final orgasm, and the short fall accompanied by an unusual lightness. It was enough, even too much. He clawed at the muscular chest with all his might, closed his eyes, threw his head back, and began to empty his own balls into the dead guts, at the same time releasing a deafening moan that traveled across the lake and disappeared into the forest. Finally allowing himself to relax, Ash let go of the useless piece of flesh that had once been a powerful body, and the last of the sperm that had escaped the cat's penis shot through the air and landed on the boar's thigh, clinging to the coarse fur. The cat himself remained kneeling in the same spot, hands clenched in fists, no longer feeling, but replaying the boar's last moments of life over and over in his mind until his own cock began to go limp. 

By the time Ash opened his eyes, the lion had already put down the sword, returned to his place, and lay back on his belly, his hands under his own muzzle. Normally the black cat was a master of stealth, but now, with his legs shaking slightly from the pleasure he'd just experienced, he didn't even try to sneak up on his partner. Though the lion made no attempt to stop the panther, only growling threateningly when he felt the slender body fall on top of him and the cheeky muzzle dig into his mane like into a soft pillow. 

"Don't growl at me. I've never been afraid of you and I'll never be," the panther tried to sound calming, as if he was purring each word, and at the same time he began to massage the lion's broad shoulders, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like it when I involve you in my games. I just wanted to see your muscular body... the way your strong hands draw your sword... and whoosh..."

"We need to visit a town, replenish our supplies. And see what the hell is going on. It's kind of weird," Teich decided to change the subject and seemed calmer now. He didn't really like this side of his friend, but over the years of traveling together, he had learned to successfully tolerate, if not accept, his friend's unpleasant parts. 

"Mrrrrrr, you want to defeat all evil again?" Ash replied sarcastically, licking the ear that peeked out from under the mane to keep its owner from getting angry again, "Let's go. It's really weird, this is the first time I've been raped in a new place..." the black cat paused briefly to hear the lion chuckle at his joke, then continued, "...so quickly. Speaking of rape, would you like to play a little?"

"Not now. Pack up, or we'll be in town by midnight," Teich's words sounded like an order, but the naughty panther immediately began to wriggle, smearing everything he'd gotten dirty with in the last hour on the lion's mane, back, and ass. 

"I thought you might want another swim," Ash added in an innocent voice.

"Bitch..."