Whispers of the Mind

Written by: Zylen Andel

“No! Wait, officer! You can’t just barge in there. Mr. Andel is busy.”

The rodent receptionist called after the warthog charging into the office for what had to be the third time that week alone. The warthog was frustrated and furious, a bad combination for anyone, but this guy had a gun. He yelled back, “Go file some papers rat. He’s gonna talk to me right now.”

Pushing the door open, the big brute entered the office, his frustration growing as he beheld the target of his anger sitting on the desk. The regal peacock had a soft smile on his beak. He was leaning back casually, even as the much larger male approached. 

“Ahh, Detective Munroe. I must say that I am flattered you’ve come to see me so much these past few days.” The peacock brushed some of his black hair out of his face, his dyed white bangs framing his eyes.

“You know why I’m here.” The bird merely nods in agreement.

“Such messy business, these kidnappings are. People snatched right off the street; your streets, you and your ilk must feel so…inadequate.”

The warthog tenses his fists, his anger threatening to break through, but he forces himself to calm down. 

“Zylen,” He said, relaxing rubbing his big hands together in an effort to calm himself further, “we’ve got witnesses that have put you near the location of most of the kidnapping victims. Is that just a coincidence?”

“Hmm, an interesting question. Please, have a seat.”

The confident peacock merely shifted his legs and gave his wings a tiny flutter. His soft green dress shirt stretched and moved over his lithe body as he readjusted his wings. The porcine officer watched this and growled inwardly at the avian’s calmness in all this. He sat down in one the posh chairs the peacock had chosen to decorate his office. The chair accommodated his large and heavy frame very well.

“Interesting huh? How so?”

“Well think about it from my point of view. If I say it was a coincidence, you’ll still think I’m lying and keep pursuing me. But if it wasn’t than you’ll assume it was me the whole time…so either way you still have a hard-on for me.”

The peacock smiled and leaned a little more forward, almost whispering, “So tell me, what can I do to make you believe these kidnapping are not my fault. I love people detective, that’s why I started this business.”

“A super-powered brothel, yeah. I thought you did that because you’re a perverted control freak.”
	
“Come on, Brandon, you know that’s not the only reason.” Zylen lifted his bare foot to softly stroke one of the cops toned legs. He smiled and announced, “I also like getting close to people.”

Brandon pushed the crocodilian scaled foot away, stating flatly and firmly, “Touch me like that again, and I’ll charge you with assaulting a cop.”

“Assault? I’m merely offering my services to one this city’s finest gentlemen.”

The peacock turned away and laid over the desk, which made Brandon tense up into his training. He could be reaching for a gun, but this peacock had never been violent before. He hears ice churning around, and the clinking of glasses. He decided to let the peacock continue what he was doing, confident in his position and his strength.

Zylen returned to his sitting position with two glasses and a wine bottle. He placed the chilled wine on the desk beside him, the crisp black dress pants providing him some protection from the icy bottle. He offered a glass to the warthog, who reached for it, but Zylen pulled it away at the last moment.

“Oh I forgot you’re on the job. I wouldn’t want your boss to chew your ass out again. He does have so much stress to deal with already.”

Brandon growled, this peacock was trying to play him…make him want that glass of wine. He stood up, his black and blue uniform stretching lazily over his toned but not thickly muscled body. 

“Just don’t leave town.”

Zylen watched the big warthog start to leave and hopped to his feet, replying, “I haven’t left yet.”

Extending his hand towards the officer, the regal peacock said, “I hope there are no hard feelings here. I hope you catch the guy.”

Brandon shook his head; there was a silent buzzing in his ears that seemed to get louder. He tried to focus on his words, but he finally replied, “Yeah, I hope so too.”

He gripped the feathered hand tighter than he had expected to, shaking it with more vigor than he had wanted. The peacock was all smiles and that made Brandon even more nervous about what was happening in his head. The silent buzzing grew louder and more intense – like something was pressing into his brain.

Zylen took another sip of the blueberry wine and placed the glass on the desk behind him. He felt the enthusiasm behind the handshake and his smile widened. He had to keep physical contact with the warthog now or it wouldn’t last. 

“You feeling a little dizzy officer? You’re eye lids getting heavy? Feel sleepy?”

Brandon was feeling all of those things, the buzzing in his head had grown so loud he could actually feel the buzzing on…or maybe it was in…his body. He felt groggy and sluggish as he almost fell to his knees, but he managed to catch himself. 

“Wha–what? Are you doin – what is this?”

“Shhhhh. You can stop fighting, Brandon.” Zylen said softly almost lovingly as he gave the large furry hand a gentle squeeze. “I know your secrets now.”

“My secrets – ? I want to go. Please, let me – ”

“No. Not this time. You’ve gotten too close to me and now,” Zylen said while unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, “I want to show you what happens to people that get too close to me.”

“Wait! Stop! This isn’t what I want.” Brandon said, while offering no resistance to the peacock’s hand undoing his shirt. 

Zylen only smiled as he slipped his hand into the shirt and rubbed the warthog’s chest. The furry muscles made Zylen blush and want to feel more. 

“You like me touching you.”

“Yes! I – I mean, no.” Brandon said confusedly, his mind was buzzing and he couldn’t focus on any one thing except how well those feathered fingers felt on his bare fur. “But don’t stop.”

“No worries, I won’t. You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”

He wanted to rebel, to resist and finally show this peacock the justice he wanted to serve him. But still Brandon couldn’t help himself, he felt compelled to answer the avian. His voice was far more excited then he thought it would be, “Yes, I want to be a good boy.”

“Then kneel.” 

Zylen noticed the battle going on in the officer’s body. His body was shaking and he had started to sweat a little. The mental struggles were taking their toll on his body. The large fists were clenched and his toes were curling in his boots. But when Zylen lightly scraped his talons over one of the warthogs aroused nipples the larger male stopped struggling and moaned ever-so-softly.

It was only a matter of time now, Zylen knew that. He drank in the slow movements of the muscles working to submit the warthog’s body. The large framed male kneeled before him, his hand still shaking the warthog’s with all the same enthusiasm. Zylen pinched the nipple in his talons and pulled his other hand away, but quickly moved it to the warthog’s head and petted it softly. 

“You look so cute on your knees.”

“What am I – doing? St-stop.”

Zylen leaned down to unbutton the last few buttons and slipped the shirt off, exposing the warthog’s upper body. He grinned wickedly at the picturesque physique of the warthog. Zylen slowly ran his hand over the warthog’s firm chest, feeling the tight muscles under that soft fur. A giggle broke the mild silence as he watched the conflicting emotions playing across the other male’s features.

“Aww, you really don’t want me to stop. You want me to do more. And I want you.”

The warthog furrowed his brow and he tried to pull away from the hands, but he couldn’t. There was something in his mind, quiet but insistent, like a far away whisper beckoning him to stay. 

“O–okay.”

“There’s a good boy. You deserve a reward.” 

Zylen kept petting the warthog’s head, but he never really took his hand off the furred flesh. His other hand went to the buttons and zipper of his own dress pants and undid them quickly. He wiggled his hips and his pants fell down to his ankles. 

The deep blue of the feathers caught Brandon’s eyes and he was drawn in by how dark and bright they seemed in this light. He was drawn in by the shifting shades of the feathers as they moved like water. His mouth fell open a little with a small trail of drool leaking from his lips.  His groggy eyes moved up the legs slowly and were greeted by the soft beckoning of a purple thong. The wet bulge offering a clue to how aroused the peacock was, yet he remained in control of his urges. 

Brandon’s tongue darts out to remoisten his lips, though for some reason they weren’t staying wet. As if he was thirsty for something – something warm and musky. Moving his head closer Brandon took a few big sniffs and let those strong scents sit on his tongue.

“You want that, officer?”

“Y – no? I do n – I want it.”

Zylen gripped the back of Brandon’s head, tightening his grip around a handful of fur to keep his head still. He pushed his hips forward and let the warthog reach out with his tongue, but he pulled away at the last moment.

“Are you sure?”

Brandon let out a low and lusty growl. He wanted that cock and he still wasn’t sure why. All that made sense now is that he HAD to have it.

“Yes! I want it.”

Zylen smiled and softly stroked the warthog’s head, affirming, “And so you shall have it.”

Zylen pushed his hips forward and pulled the head closer, pressing the officer’s face into his crotch. He moaned and blushed as the warthog’s warm breath washed over his thickening cock. The fabric of the thong stretched, but was still easily able to accommodate his size. 

Brandon opened his mouth and let the bulge slide in, licking it all over. His need for the peacock’s body was growing as his lions caught fire. He didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying this. He moved his large hands up to the toned thighs, ruffling the feathers as he did. Grunts slipped around the bulge as it felt good, but it wasn’t enough.

After a few more long moments of licking and sucking that bulge Brandon managed to pull away. His voice was deep and coarse from his arousal and his fighting to control it. He looked up at the blushing peacock and slowly said, “I want –”

“I know what you want. You can take it off.”

Zylen shuddered as the warthog moved his hands up his thighs, every inch making him want to skip the steps in his head. But he held himself in check and let himself enjoy the sensations. More moans rose from his throat as the strong hands slid over his butt cheeks and groped the feathery mounds firmly.

Brandon was conflicted he knew this was wrong; he didn’t like men, and least of all suspects of kidnapping investigations. But with that heavy bulge now being pressed into his mouth, the musk washing over him, he was unable to think clearly.  He desired only to stop the buzzing in his head, which seemed to dissipate as he gripped the thong in his fingers. He gently pulled the fabric down, never taking his eyes away from the revealing flesh. 

“Th–this is – wrong.” 

Again Brandon noticed his words did not match his actions as he began to lick his lips. He could easily just tear this bird apart if he wanted to, but that loud buzzing returned to his mind every time he thought about anything other than servicing the blue member. He growled, but slowly opened his mouth when the avian cock was fully revealed.

“Good boy.” 

Zylen said as he petted the warthog’s head again in an attempt to humiliate him as much as possible. People are so much easier to control if they can’t think straight. The warthog’s hands seemed unwilling, but still tickled him as they teased his flesh. When that porcine tongue licked his cock, the peacock moaned happily, pressing his hips forward. 

The warthog choked and gagged, trying to get that disgusting cock out of his mouth – no matter how good it felt on his tongue. He didn’t want it, had never wanted it, but he found himself hoping it didn’t leave. His hands became fists as he tried to sort out the conflicting emotions and sensations.

This gave Zylen all the time he needed to ‘re-adjust’ the warthog’s mind. “Yes, it tastes good doesn’t it? You love the taste of cock.”

The warthog could only offer a muffled growl as he never left that shaft. Zylen humped forward, delivering more of his endowment to the disgusted officer. The heavy slurps and long licks made the peacock blush and smile – his tactics have worked.

“Now it time for the real show of force.”

Zylen looked down at the warthog, still petting his head softly, as he felt the strong throat drinking down his pre. He stopped moving his hips forward, but didn’t remove the organic gag until most of his pre was sucked down the throat. The warthog tried to spit out what was left in his mouth, but Zylen giggled as it barely left his lips before he caught the drops in his large hand and licked them back up.

Zylen pulled the warthog’s head back and forced him to look up into his eyes – which were now glowing, faintly white. The light wafted up like fire from his eyes as he spoke his words of force. 

“The next stage is for you to fuck me. You want to, you’ve always wanted to, you’re turned on by my body and you want to make me happy.”

Brandon shook his head as he felt a pressure in his brain, like something rubbing and forcing it way into his mind. His body was burning in the lust he hadn’t noticed until now. The peacock did have a nice body, but he was still a male – this wasn’t right. Was it? He didn’t like males did he?

He looked down and noticed that his pants were very badly tented with a large wet spot on the front. He was aroused? The peacock smiled as the fire in his eyes died down and Brandon stood, unfastening his pants as he did. His boxers, a soft ruby color, were now the only thing separating Zylen’s eyes and the warthog’s endowment.

Zylen noticed the intensity with which Brandon was looking at him and he smiled. His hand now at the muscled chest, he was being careful to never break his contact with the warthog. This was way too much fun and he wanted to see what the warthog would do with his order.

Brandon placed a hand on the swirl of pink feathers across the avian’s chest, taking a few moments to rub through those feathers. He pushed hard and Zylen was laid over his desk, knocking a few things over as he instinctively flails to right himself. Brandon noticed the throb in the blue cock and the soft blush and the tiny moan.

“What are…you doing to me?”

Zylen replied while brushing some of his hair out of his face, “Just a little reprogramming. Nothing to worry about.”

“You won’t get away with this.”

Zylen laughed, “Oh my god that is so clichéd. I can’t believe you actually said that.”

The peacock rolled his hips into the warthog’s lap, making sure to grind his hot hole along the large pink shaft. The moans he heard from his captive made him smile. 

“Stop this.”

“No, no. You don’t want me to stop. Now fuck me.” 

Brandon wanted to resist, but his body betrayed him. He grabbed the smaller male's body and flipped him over onto his belly. He heard the pleasured moans at the display of his power and was disgusted. With his cock throbbing and burning with lust, his hands pinned the peacock to the large wooden desk. Brandon pressed his hips forward and sank some his cock into the welcoming hole.

Zylen moaned and curled his toes as the large endowment spread him open over its girth. There was more to come and he pressed back as he moaned. He felt his wings twitch while he laid his tail feathers against the warthog’s body. He moaned loudly as the warthog hammered his hips forward, sinking his fat cock deeper into the blue body.

Brandon didn’t want to be enjoying this, but the tight warmth of the peacock, was too much to resist. He worked his hips forward inch by inch, trying to pull away and flee, but not wanting to leave. He was conflicted and confused, but above that he was aroused. More aroused than he had ever imagined he could be. 

A moan shot out of his muzzle when the bird clenched hard around his shaft. “Oh god, this…feels good.”

“You know what else would feel good?”

Brandon didn’t hear the peacock say anything else, but he felt pressure on his brain again. Then he got an urge, and urge that he couldn’t control. His large hands reached forward and seized the wings of this peacock and pulled them back, lifting his smaller body off the desk.

Zylen screamed in bliss as he felt the slicing pain of being supported by his wings. There was pleasure there too, the large cock inside of him caressing his prostate. He braced his crocodilian scaled feet on the large thighs, pushing back onto the cock as best he can.

Brandon was amazed at the pleasures he was feeling. Gravity was pulling the bird down, so he had to fight to keep the body up. This made his cock rub around in the tight warmth of the avian’s bowels and brought moans of true lust from his lips. 

With the amount of pleasure his body was feeling, his hips bucked instinctively. Brandon was still looking furious – or maybe focused – as he pulled the wings back and thrust into the moaning bird.

“This feels amazing.”

Zylen noticed the words were not spoken through gritted teeth. Had the warthog stopped fighting? Or was his mind so distracted that his body was speaking for him? Either way, he flirted back, “So I’m…amazing now?”

Hard tugs on his wings made Zylen whimper, but by no means was control out his reach. His toes curled into those meaty thighs, digging his claws into the flesh with enough force to cut the skin. He felt his tight and lithe body shivering as it was fucked forcefully by his unwilling partner. 

Brandon had never wanted part in this, but every clench of the peacock’s ass, degraded his will to resist. Ever moan from the bird begged for him to continue, and he was losing the battle to say ‘no’. His body remained strong and stood there in its ecstasy. His thrusts picked up speed and he pulled the peacock up to his chest and let him stand. The seven foot peacock was just the right height to allow both men to stand while the shorter but stronger warthog fucked him. 

Zylen loosened his mental grip on the officer’s body, curious to see if he would try to get away. To his surprise, the other male continued the hard fuck. The peacock felt the large hands move from his wings, but moaned lightly as one wrapped around his cock. The calloused skin scraping painfully on his shaft, but it felt good to have pain mixed into his body. 

Brandon felt his partner rolling his hips against his lap, so he began to stroke the blue cock in time with his thrusts. The taller peacock was leaning into him and moaning so damned happily. He was enjoying this?! Well the officer would have to try to do something about that.

He reached his other hand up to the throat and clamped down. The peacock was surprised, he hadn’t expected that. He loved how the bird squirmed and writhed against him. Brandon never once slowed his hard and firm thrusts; he wanted this damn bird to scream in p…pleasure. NO! Pain!

Zylen was in pain, but that pain brought pleasure too. His own hands reached back and scratched at the warthog’s body. A few scratches went too deep, and the stronger male tightened his grip on his neck and cock. Then it hit him – the scent of blood – the heavy metallic scent that sat on his tongue so well. It drove him wild.

Brandon felt the new vigor hit the peacock’s body and struggled to keep the taller male in his grasp. Suddenly he felt a stinging pain in his head and he let go of the cock and rubbed his head. The pain worsened, so he let go of the neck and rubbed his head. He didn’t know why, but his hips never stopped. 

The pain in his head didn’t stop either. It pulsed furiously and on instinct he reached his hand back to the blue member and the pain dulled. He began to stroke him hard and fast again and the pain stopped completely.

“That was just a taste. Now, get me to climax or the pain is gonna come back.”

Brandon was afraid now. Had Zylen always been able to do this? He bit his lip and kept fucking and stroking him. The bird’s body still felt great and he feeling incredible pleasure, but fear put a damper on his mood. Still, he pushed the peacock back over to his desk and leaned him forward. 

Bracing himself on the desk, Zylen felt every thrust hit his prostate with gusto. He groaned every time that fat cock pulled out leaving him feeling empty, but moaned in bliss as it returned and filled him completely. In truth, he was already close to his climax and wouldn’t need much more to push him over his edge. 

Brandon kept going, with his balls slapping against the bird’s own. He had not forgotten the demonstration in pain, but the sex was just too hot not to get into it. He rubbed Zylen’s back and heard a more fevered moan escape his beak and knew that the back was sensitive. He didn’t care why.

Zylen groaned as the cock filled him again, but gasped and shuddered as he felt the slow licking between his wings. The nerves in his back had to be sensitive to help him maintain his flying. So when the tongue became a mouth that sucked at his feathers and flesh, he gripped the desk in his hands and pushed back into the firm thrusts and soft licks. 

Brandon felt the rising of his own climax and tried to fight it with all the strength of a butterfly against a hurricane. His mind wanted to resist, but his body was obeying another will. Before he could think any deeper on the subject the searing pain flashed in his head again.

His body responded immediately, slowing down his climax. He leaned up and tried to clutch his head, but his hands would not leave the feathered body. The pain throbbed in his head, even as his hips kept burying his still hard erection into the bird beneath him. 

Brandon gritted his large teeth as the pain faded once more. The warm pleasures of sex filled his senses and dulled his will again. Remembering what the peacock had said earlier about ‘reprogramming’ brought the realization of what was actually happening to him. 

Zylen squawked happily. “So you finally figured it out, huh?”

Brandon gasped and shouted out the only word that came to his mind, “How?”

“As if I’d tell you now? Get on your hand and knees.”

Now his teeth where clenched in anger, as he pulled out, his large cock slurping loudly out of the blue bottom. Brandon didn’t want to give this freak the satisfaction, but the puppet stings controlling his body were stronger than his will. 

Zylen smiled as he watched the warthog kneel and then lean forward onto his hands, making sure to never break contact with him. The fur felt good under his hands as he rubbed and petted the warthog. 

“You look good like that. I’m gonna have fun with you.”

“Fuck you. You’re a criminal.”

“Well that is certainly news to me.” Zylen said, his expression soured as he continued, “Can you prove it?”

Without even waiting for the answer to his question Zylen reared his hand back and smacked the thick porcine cheeks. A gleefully evil smile crept over his beak as he drank in the surprised yelp and angry growl from the officer. The muscles of this mammal were tight and toned – a sign that this male took very good care of himself. But to Zylen it was even more delicious, like eating a decadent cake.

“All of these strong and powerful muscles you have, what good are they now?”

Zylen moved his long legs nimbly until he was kneeling behind the warthog, dragging his talons over the furred back. Delighting in the angry murrs he got in response. He was very skilled with those talons – and every other part of his body. And right now, Zylen was content to use all of his skills on this – only mildly resisting – police officer.

“You’re not fighting as much. That’s good. You’re gonna like what I’m gonna do to you, I promise.”

Brandon didn’t have time to wonder what kind of threat that was as he felt the white hot pain of being forced open by an intruding member. Then suddenly the pain disappeared – there was no pleasure – only the slow force as the cock filled him. 

“What’s…going on?”

“Curious are you? It’s simple I haven’t decided what kind of slave you’ll be yet.”

“WHAT?!”

Zylen pressed his whole cock into the warthog and took a moment to appreciate the warmth of the bowels crushing in on him. He ran his hands slowly over the rounded hips and large butt cheeks. He closed his eyes and let his flesh feel the textures and sensations of the warm body that he is violating. 

Brandon was angry and disgusted at how helpless he felt under those sweet and skilled hands. His body wouldn’t listen and even pushed back into the feathered body, which only increased his anxiety. He needed to find a way to get free. 

“First let’s try pain.” Zylen said as he places a soft hand at the warthog’s lower back, just above the cleft of his butt.

Brandon shuddered to the hand – so soft, yet so cruel. He began to feel the soft prick of pin needles in his rectum as the pain rose from around the cock inside of him. He clenched his fist and curled his toes, having felt worse pain before. Zylen would not get the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain.

“Tough guy huh? I really am gonna have fun with you.”

The pin needles turned to razors inside of him – razors that seemed to bend and roll around inside of him. Brandon gritted his teeth, and slammed his eyes shut. The cock felt warm in him, but then he realized that the heat was another torture in the making.

Zylen groaned as he dulled the mental razors and turned up the heat. His cock was burning inside the already warm bowels. He felt the warthog shudder and loved how the large sexy body looked when it did. He placed his talons at the shoulders under him and actually saw the muscles tense up at the coldness that gripped them.

“Did you know that heat and cold are carried by different nerves? So you can feel them both at the same time.”

He dragged his hands and talons down those back muscle again, this time having made them feel like they were thirty degrees. Zylen moaned as he felt the warthog’s reactions to his new stimuli – all the porcine’s muscles tightened and thrashed to get away from the pain. It was glorious.

Brandon couldn’t help it. He tried to ride out the pain and discomfort – but without control over his own body he couldn’t do anything to dull the sensations. Still he fought the scream in his throat, until he could no longer hold it. The scream of pain in his head, became a whimper from his mouth. All at once the pain vanished, but his body still shook.

“Hmmm, that was fun.”

Brandon growled in disagreement but was silenced further when his mouth closed and wouldn’t open again. Glancing back over his shoulder in sudden fear, he saw the peacock smiling and waving at him.

“The brain controls everything in our bodies. Did you know that? I’m sure you did.” 

Zylen leaned forward and laid himself gently over the shorter but stronger warthog. Pleasure began to fill Brandon’s body, with Zylen nuzzling the warthog’s neck as a lover would. As the warm sensations spread though out the other’s body, Zylen couldn’t help but feel his own cock throb. The warthog may be an unwilling partner, but he felt damn good wrapped around his cock.

“I bet what you didn’t know was I can alter these perceptions by touching people. That’s not all I can do, but it is what you should be concerned with.”

Zylen licked the furred neck, loving how the coarse fur tickled his tongue. 

Brandon tried to pull away, but part of him didn’t want to. A mere touch of the peacock’s fingers brought a thousand orgasms into his mind. The pleasure was incredible and he lowered his head as he came to a realization that horrified him – he wanted more.

“You will never break me.”

Zylen lightly grabbed Brandon’s chin and turned his head to face him. He said while sporting a smug smile, “I know. But I don’t intend to do so. Few people can resist my talents for very long.”

Brandon kept his eyes open as Zylen pulled him into a soft kiss. The pleasure was too great to ignore. It was as if the peacock had opened up his body and was kissing his soul. He felt warmth on every level of his being. The cop trembled and closed his eyes softly; unsure of what his mind would make of this when it stopped spinning. 

Breaking the kiss, Zylen leaned back up and rolled his hips against the round bottom. “You ready, big boy?”

The warthog nodded while yelling out, “No! Get away from me.”

Zylen laughed, scratching the toned back and sides again. He pulled his hips back a little and pushed back in, reveling in how warm the bowels felt as they caressed his cock. Zylen’s tall frame let him lean backwards and thrust hard into Brandon’s backside. 

The pleasure was still climbing and Brandon was helpless as he just couldn’t – or didn’t want to- leave anymore. Instead his struggles were reduced to pushing back against the slow and firm thrusts. His thoughts began to grow hazy and heavy in his mind. He no longer thought of escaping or even who he was or how he got here. 

The thrusting grew faster and harder, making moans and groans fall out of Brandon’s open muzzle. Zylen chirped happily as he felt his mental fingers probing the brain of the warthog now moaning and enjoying being raped. The feeling of invading the warthog's body and his mind at the same time was enough to bring the seasoned peacock close to his edge. 

“You are a…fantastic lay…Detective Munroe.” Zylen said while trying to hold back his own orgasm, wanting to prolong this arrogant male’s humiliation. Brandon flexed and moved his body in time with Zylen’s own and the two got into a lewd rhythm.

Each time Zylen’s lap met Brandon’s firm rump – with a loud wet slap as pre leaked out – the thick cock scraped into the prostate roughly. The warthog grunted as he lowered his head to the floor riding out these large waves of pleasure with the same skill as a surfer cracking a safe.  His body trashed and writhed against the peacock. 

“Please…d…don’t stop.”

Zylen only smiled and obliged as he leaned back further to get my leverage and reared his hand back, giving the firm ass cheeks a loud slap. After the each hard smack he offered the abused cheeks a gentle grope. The warthog yelped in pain at the smacks and then moaned in delight at the gropes. Such were Zylen’s tactics. During the pleasures of sex he liked pain to be mixed in with it – and it was every bit as indulgent as a fine soufflé.

“So close.” Zylen breathed out heavily while reaching a hand down and gripping Brandon’s cock. 

The warthog was barely able to register this before he started humping into the hand. A blank expression of pleasure dominated Brandon’s features as his mind was dragged down into a haze of numbness. He could no longer focus and didn’t want to. Drool seeped out of his lips, as he was fucked hard and firmly by this deviant peacock.

Neither male could last any longer as both shouted loudly as they climaxed together. But there was no love in this act; this was all about dominance – not physical, but mental dominance. Brandon felt his body moving, but had sent no signal to move. He was only a passenger in his body now, not the driver. 

Zylen pulled out and sprayed his spurting seed over the brown back, painting it in thick white strips. The warthog had gotten back up on his hands and pushed back with force, drawing a moan from the peacock. Zylen stood up and smiled down on the hard breathing male, covered in his cum, rubbing his wings against his sides. 

“That’s another good look for you. You gonna be good little slut?”

Brandon nodded enthusiastically, not fully realizing what the bird had said. He too stood up and turned to face his rapist with a warm hug. “Thank you.”

Zylen – feeling very proud that he had captured a cop – smiled and replied, “It was my pleasure, Detective…ooops. I guess you’re not gonna be a detective anymore are you?”

“N…no.” Brandon said, lowering his gaze to the floor.

“Worry not, Brandon. You’ll enjoy your new life. I promise.” Zylen placed a soft kiss on the cheek. 

The peacock grabbed the warthog’s hand and pulled him over to the desk in the large room. Zylen pulled open a fake drawer and there was a safe. Using one hand to open the safe and one hand to keep Brandon under his thrall, the peacock unlocked the safe. Cracking the door open, Brandon saw there were dozens of syringes inside filled with different colored solutions.

Zylen turned his gaze to the dumbstruck warthog, smiling a smug smile. He knew that he was showing the ex-detective all that he wanted to see for his investigation, but there was nothing Brandon could do about it now. The peacock leaned back in his chair, declaring quite proudly, “All of my employees have superpowers, did you know that? Well now it’s your turn. So, what superpower have you always wanted to have?”