shane --> 🐡

chryss, 26, aquatic 🪼 i follow/like from decrepitcalico 🦑 my writing (hollanov kink smorgasbord) tag is #mine 🦀

[underwateranimal]

wrote a scene for @shanepervert set in his insane wonderful evil pervert ilya/big cat hybrid shane au! ty for giving me the Okay to post this auggie, as well as @creamsiclemelt whose excellent reply ideas i also incorporated. i just got very inspired and wanted to show my love of this concept with a little ficlet gift 😊

as per the original post, the dove is extremely dead btw!

Ilya's sexual appetite is insatiable. Shane's hole is a pulsing core of hurt. The only benefit to Ilya fucking his ass is that it gives him a break from his plug.

The plug, modeled after a catlike barbed penis, stays locked in his hole when not otherwise in use. The backward-facing hard silicone spines rub his walls raw with every minute shift, meant to trigger a constant instinctual feline submission response in his nervous system.

It pulls and scrapes agonizingly every time Ilya removes it, causing Shane's panic to flare. Ilya is always quick to replace it with his rigid cock, the massive but smooth intrusion only marginally more bearable. He fucks him hard and fast, punching past his inflamed rim to brutalize his insides in long, snapping thrusts. He comes buried deep in Shane's ass every time, then sticks a few fingers in to collect some of the come and use it to re-lubricate the barbed plug before haphazardly shoving it back into its home.

His stamina and recovery time is befitting of a professional athlete, so this process repeats several times throughout the day.

Ilya has so "graciously" extended the offer to do away with the pesky, dagger-like fangs protruding from Shane's gums. Perhaps if Ilya could safely fuck Shane's mouth, Ilya teases, his little kitty hole would get a break. Shane highly doubts that, but the risk of permanent pain—of permanent damage to his asshole has been making Shane consider it anyways.

The defanging procedure would remove the two teeth entirely, a back alley sort of dental surgery that would leave gaps where his canines once were. Somehow, it's not even what he's most scared of right now. Ilya has given him plenty to fear, but little feels as inhumane as the looming threat of being declawed.

He can't bear to even think about it for too long. Ilya has made him watch the example videos, of course. The films he's sponsored. He's filled Shane's head with the realities of a modification that extreme: a lifetime with the loss of fine motor function in his fingers and an inability to put pressure on his toes necessary to walk normally. A dangerous procedure that never fully heals, rendering his hands and feet into useless paws due to the chronic pain and swelling.

The thought keeps Shane awake at night, until the exhaustion finally catches up to his trauma wracked body and he manages to fall asleep on the cold floor of his unpadded cage.

Today, Ilya wants to focus on obedience.

Shane hasn't been fully broken in yet. "At least not completely," Ilya often mocks. Shane is pretty sure that Ilya secretly enjoys the fact that he's still yet to give up and roll over, if only because Ilya loves to punish him. He savors the breaking.

So, today is a challenge for Shane. Ilya has forgone his usual training tool; opting not to press the rag soaked in synthetic hybrid pheromones to Shane's nose that leaves him no choice but to huff the concentrated scent. A strain that sends his hindbrain into a horny tailspin and drugs him into a docile, near catatonic state.

Shane now has to force himself to obey without any chemical influence, driven only by the knowledge that defiance will have severe consequences.

He bites his cheeks with his blunt back teeth hard, reluctantly allowing Ilya to zip him into the black neoprene bitch suit. It covers him all the way up to the neck, concealing the majority of his undeniably human skin and exposing only Ilya's favorite toys: cock, balls, hole and tail. The gloves of the suit compress his hands into balled up fists, and the straps on the legs of the suit attach his calves to his thighs so he can't stand straight. He uses his litter box when Ilya drags him to it, face burning as he pisses on all fours into the scent neutralizing pellets. Holding his bladder to avoid this humiliation is a fruitless endeavor that has only ever ended in him soaking himself, later being hosed down with freezing cold water to get cleaned. These elements of his daily routine aren't the real obedience test, though.

They've only just begun, and already Shane's will to play nice is slipping. He's positioned kneeling with his legs spread wide, Ilya prowling around him in predatory circles and alternating stepping on his purpling cock and his twitching tail. Just barely careful enough to avoid breaking anything.

It's a non-speaking day. Ilya has been enforcing those more often these past few weeks, emphasizing that Shane isn't allowed to produce any vocalizations unbefitting of a cat. No talking, yelling, mumbling or groaning. Only meowing, screeching, whining and purring. Growling is a gray area—feline, but a little too aggressive for Ilya's taste.

It's incredibly difficult to keep himself in check and not shout or beg for mercy, especially when Ilya grinds the heel of his boot on the tip of Shane's tail. An appendage that, prior to Ilya, he had never allowed another person to touch.

Shane breaks position, scrambling for reprieve when the boot moves to the curve connecting the bottom of his tailbone and the base of his tail. The pressure there is so intense that it makes Shane feel like his tail could be fucking severed.

Ilya doesn't let him get far. He's yanked back by his thick metal collar, effectively choking him and halting his escape. He pants and trembles as Ilya scruffs him at the neck of the bitch suit and shoves his face into the kitchen tile.

"That is not good behavior, котёнок," Ilya drawls scornfully, squatting to his level. Shane grimaces at the familiar pet name. "I can't have you acting so poorly, especially when we start filming your videos soon."

"What?" Shane croaks. All training is expelled from his mind as he reels from the physical aches and the disorienting bombshell dropped on his head.

"You heard me, silly cat. You will be a pretty little movie star in no time."

"Y-you can't!"

Ilya grinds his cheek harder into the floor with a hand in his hair.

"Yes, I can't in the way I have shown you. Too many people will recognize Shane Hollander," Ilya explains, slow and cooing like he's talking to a particularly stupid animal, "The rising legend who retired early, because hybrids aren't made for professional hockey."

Tears burn in Shane's eyes, but he knows better than to talk back now. His lip quivers at the indignity.

"No, Shane Hollander cannot be seen on illegal hybrid snuff sites. Would raise too many questions. Instead, Shane Hollander has chosen a new career starring in ethical hybrid porn."

All the blood in Shane's body runs cold. He goes rigid. Ilya pinches one of his silky black ears, yanking hard to force Shane's head closer. His next words are a whisper.

"All of it is above board. Kink videos with 'consenting' hybrids, the kinds that appeal to the masses. They will love it. You will meow and purr and beg for the camera like a sweet little kitty eager to get his hole destroyed. I shouldn't have to tell you what will happen if you don't play along."

In the months since his domestication began, Shane still has yet to adjust to the utter terror Ilya is capable of invoking in him. The walls-closing-in levels of dread. This gut punch feels particularly devastating, though.

He needs to fight. Shane needs to rebel, try to stand, use the muscles he still has and shove Ilya away with his restrained paws. Scream and cuss him out. Anything.

Instead he shakes, fur bristled, mewing sadly and cowering from his owner as much as he can with his ear still held tight.

Ilya grins victoriously.

[deathlonging]

environmental storytelling

[bipolar4autistic]

Shane doesn’t allow himself to indulge in bdsm research because he heard the phrase 24/7 sub lifestyle one time ☝️ and thinks about it everyday to the point of tears so he really can’t for his own good know anything more about it

[healthyscratches]

[underwateranimal]

i think shane should let ilya give him a tongue piercing.

shane is shaking with nerves and fighting the urge to back out bc he doesn't really want it, he's afraid ilya will fuck up and seriously injure his tongue or cause an infection. it'll need to be removed for the start of the season before it can even fully heal anyways, and he knows ilya just wants to do it for the power play.

wants shane with a lisping sore mouth for a week, a rod of metal penetrating a vulnerable and vital muscle in a way that will impede shane's speech and eating and comfort until the swelling goes down. a modification reminding him that ilya can decorate and hurt any part of his body whenever he wants, for any reason. leaving him a little puckered scar on his tongue he'll be able to feel after it's taken out.

he goes through with it and doesn't cry until the job is done and the clamp is removed. lets ilya pet his bleeding tongue with a gloved hand while the praise washes over him. knows how badly it'll fuck up the healing process, but doesn't protest when ilya's dick slides into his mouth straight away. red spittle dripping down his chin while the cock head bumps into the metal ball end hard enough to make pain radiate through shane's skull.

[shanepervert]

hello. who wants to hear about my hybrid shane au where ilya is an evil pervert

[shanepervert]

okay im still working out the details and please be warned this is like very much dddne in terms of me already having said that ilya is an evil pervert but basically

shane is a big cat hybrid (i like black panther so his ears and tail match his hair) and he's drafted a few years after ilya. there's a LOT of debate around this bc he's one of the first hybrids to ever be drafted. and ilya is one of the only hockey players to respond when asked about it that he knows what it's like to be hated even though you're better than anyone criticizing you could hope to be, which is honestly very charming to shane (who's always thought ilya seemed like a dickhead. what else are you supposed to think about a guy whose fight compilations youve watched hundreds of times, even if you were always jerking off to them). he refuses to acknowledge it publicly, though. because he still resents the fact that ilya can act the way he does and will never have to face a fraction of the scrutiny shane does just for existing.

ilya on the other hand is what you might call a catboy chaser, to put it lightly. and the thing is he's really never cared to be some kind of defender of hybrid rights because a) he doesn't need any extra scrutiny towards his feelings on hybrids, which he's done a great of keeping hidden so far, and b) with the kind of porn he gets off to he doesn't have any false notions of being a good ally.

but he's also had his eye on shane since his name first started cropping up, because "cat hybrid" has almost never not preceded it. so... if he can take the opportunity to get close to shane, then fuck it, a little activism never hurt anyone. he has money to throw around. it doesn't take him all that long to get invited to the same sorts of hybrid rights benefit events shane is always attending (despite his total lack of enthusiasm for reminding the public of what he is).

and shane is even more perfect in person. the nerves and need for guidance just come off him in waves, which makes sense, because as ilya is well aware, catboys are naturally submissive. it doesn't take all that much effort to get him alone, to get shane's number in his phone, to find excuses to see shane in increasingly private places. he can tell shane wants this just as much as he does.

and shane really, really does. he's taught himself by now that sex wouldn't be part of his life, let alone romance, because he's always been different enough as it is without throwing being gay and a cat into the mix. but ilya is persistent, and nice, and knows so much about hybrids, and listens so attentively to shane when he rambles about the kind of things guys would say to him the few times he tried dating apps and the comments he sees online. how violated he feels constantly by the constant discussions of his hybrid features and his body. he starts letting himself believe that ilya might really want him as much as it feels like he does.

he doesn't know that ilya jerks himself off over and over afterwards to the thought of shane being harassed and called a slut by strangers. the thought of shane feeling violated. the fact that shane has no idea what it means to be violated yet.

and he doesn't know that ilya watches porn on shady, hard-to-access sites of miserable catboys being locked away in cages and taken out only to have their holes inspected and fucked, told over and over that this is what their kind was made for—to take real people's cum. porn of those same catboys months later, when they've finally been broken down enough to beg politely at their owners' feet for food, hold still to get their throats fucked even after their tails are thrashing with the distress of being unable to breathe, and stay nearly silent as their holes are used so roughly and painfully that their ears flatten to their heads and tears roll down their faces. it's all so fucking good. he sees shane in every one of them.

he thinks more and more about turning shane into his housepet. he watches shane's games and strokes himself long and slow to the idea of breaking shane in on his cock until he's fucked so dumb he doesn't remember why he ever thought a cat should be playing hockey. he thinks about scruffing shane, pushing him facedown onto the floor and using his tail to pull him onto ilya's dick until the pain is too much and he finally admits that he was made to serve cock, that he's sorry for making ilya pretend they're equals when this is where he really belongs. he thinks for the first time about declawing shane—an illegal procedure that would keep shane off the ice long enough to end his career—and cums so hard it makes his vision white out.

and by then he knows he needs it. he's hardly gotten further with shane than kissing so far, because he knows he has to let him think he's controlling the pace up until ilya actually gets inside of him, but he'll do whatever it takes to make shane his. however much time, money, and sweet-talking it takes, shane is going to be his and his alone.

[bippus]

lol your kinda cute Not to be too aggressive or anything but I’ll rend you limb from limb

[domrozanov]

shane in a spreader bar ilya edging him with his mouth and spanking his pussy between edges. ilya is fucking obsessed with watching him clench on nothing and his dick twitching so so hard when he hits it, and he realizes how easily he could push shane over the edge from the spanking alone. and he’s gotta see that. but first he has to see the fear and need in shane’s eyes when he realizes that’s what ilya is going to make him do.

[domrozanov]

ilya sliding in while shane’s still coming down from his paingasm cause he couldn’t resist the look of shane all puffy and angry red for a second longer, and he’s so so hot around him and the Sounds shane makes are so fucking agonized but they only sound like use me im yours use me im yours to ilya’s ears. so he does.

[vogeley]

X

subtlety isn't one of shane's strong suits

[themoonandmyman]

In fairness to him his entire brain melted out of his ass the second he got a good look at the Chrysler building Ilya’s packing

[creamsiclemelt]

quick little ficlet...um. a little hard to describe but i guess piss kink, sweat kink, humiliation and ofc ongoing background orgasm denial

post-workout one day shane goes into the living room and is taken aback by something he sees. it's a bucket of water and ilya's taking off his sweaty socks and underwear and throwing them in it. shane's so confused but he doesn't really say anything—its not like either of them do laundry regularly or anything, so who knows what that's about. maybe some sort of pre treatment?

he almost forgets about it. but a little bit later, ilya's calling shane over and putting him on his knees besides the bucket, empty of the clothes and with just dirty water in it now. and he asks shane, "do you want to come, baby?"

and yeah. of course shane does. he hasn't been allowed to come in days at this point and he's getting desperate. so he nods. says a very pretty, “yes sir.”

and ilya grins, says, "you want a chance to earn it?" and he's already taking his dick out so shane's mouth starts watering just in response even as his brain tells him there’s danger, that ilya’s about to do something. there’s the look in ilya's eyes doesn't bode well for him.

but he's not gonna say no. so he nods. says "please" bc he knows better than to forget his manners.

ilya nods over at the counter. "give that to me." its the gatorade bottle that shane had emptied out earlier today. one of those squeezy tops that means either the gatorade squirts out in a stream or you have to suck. shane was mad at ilya when he’d bought a crate of them. it had been irrational and he’d apologized and explained later when ilya had prodded. shane doesn't always like them because the taste of  feels more intense somehow, delivered like that.

shane blinks. knee walks over to the counter and brings it back.

"all this water," ilya says, still that gleeful sparkle in his eye. "your nice well water. we don't want it to go to waste, no?"

shane's stomach twists. "no. we don't want that," shane says.

"no," ilya says, smiling. "get some in that bottle, shane."

shane shudders. tries to figure out how he can do that before realizing there's just one option. he'll have to dunk in the bottle. no way he wont get any on his hand.

his stomach twists as he does as he's told. cringing a bit as the dirty water fills the bottle.

he holds it up when he does. "it's done," he says, voice shaking.

ilya nods. then, a pause. "jesus christ, shane. do i have to tell you everything? drink it. we're not letting this go to waste."

shane closes his eyes. his hands are shaking when he brings the bottle to his mouth.

he wraps his lips around the tip of the bottle and tries to brace himself, closing his eyes and reminding himself that it was almost half a bucket of water and ilya doesn't even sweat all that much—(a lie. ilya sweats a lot).

"sweetheart," says, hand on shane's wrist to tug the bottle away and out of his mouth. relief fills shane's body in a rush. he wont have to drink it. ilya was just fucking with him.

he likes doing that. fucking with shane mentally just as much as physically. it gets both of them hard

"you don't want to drink it?" ilya asks, petting his head.

shane shakes his head, still staring at the bottle and the murky water.

"why not? what are you afraid of?"

shane pauses. dares to blink up at ilya's face and—all of a sudden, he's scared. he's so scared. that look is still on ilya's face.

"it’s—" dirty would be the wrong word to use. he can hear ilya's response already: but those are just my clothes. you think i'm dirty?

"it's gonna taste bad," shane lands on, eventually.

ilya makes a cooing noise. his cock is still out, mostly soft. he's turned on but he's not hard. that can't mean anything but trouble for shane.

"oh, it will taste bad?" ilya asks, "probably just a little, right? but i know my shane. my poor shane, so sensitive to even little tastes, yes?"

he grabs a handful of shane's hair. nods his head for him.

"i’ll help with it, because i love you very much,” ilya says. “hmm…let’s see…maybe i can add something that'll help with the taste. would you like that?"

shane can feel his eyes starting to prick. he usually doesn't cry this early.

ilya doesn't wait for a response. "you like how my piss tastes, no?" ilya asks.

like isn't the word shane would use.

he swallows.

"no?" ilya asks, tilting his head like he's confused. "but you said you did last week. you said you liked being my little urinal."

and shane did. in a desperate bid to get ilya to stop squeezing his balls.

'but you're my stress ball right now. don't you want to be my stress ball? do you like being other things better?'

'yes, yes, yes please, i like being other things better, sir. please, oh my god'

'like what kind of things?'

and shane had said so much. he can't even remember it all. he'd called himself a fleshlight. footstool. ashtray. urinal.

"i did, sir," shane says.

"then that's settled. you like how my piss tastes."

shane nods. yes. it is settled. it was settled since ilya first said the words like they were a statement of fact.

"and you are afraid of how this water will taste," ilya says.

shane did say that, didn't he?

"yes, sir," he says.

"so how can i make this water taste good for you, shane?" ilya asks, words delivered with extra gentleness.

shane closes his eyes. blinks them open. "you can piss in it," he says. and then, because he does know better, corrects himself. "can you please piss in the water, please, sir?"

ilya grins. all teeth. "of course, baby. i am happy to help."

****

it takes the entire day, but shane finishes all of the water.

ilya changes his mind. he still doesn't get to come.

[underwateranimal]

this is a hollanov only kink blog but once in a while i like to go back and visit my old fandom stomping grounds to check on what the good folks are doing to dennis whitaker. *pops my head in* y'all still making him a kidnapped puppyboy coerced into a DD/lb dynamic with his twice-his-age boss? yeah? rock on you crazy kids, have fun

[creamsiclemelt]

every time someone writes ilya freaking out if shane starts crying during sex i just remember what a different world i live in because #MYILYA would just double down and make him cry harder !

[creamsiclemelt]

ilya calling his beautiful slutty boyfriend a little crybaby is so important to me actually.

ilya calling shane a crybaby because he's all red faced from getting slapped too many times and it hurts hurts hurts, and "are you a tough hockey player or are you a baby? a little crybaby? "

ilya calling shane a crybaby because he's sobbing from ilya's belt on his ass. "what can't even take take consequences for your actions? little crybaby can't even take it like a man"

ilya fucking shane even though it hurts and shane's noises stopped being all pleasure a while ago. "little crybaby can't even make me come"

[cumslutshane]

he's diabolical for this(shane's right where he wants to be)

[totilyapowerexshane]

shane hogtied with a nose hook and mouth hook in. ilya keeps taking pictures and telling him how stupid he looks. hits him until he cries and then ilya jerks off until he comes all over shane’s red and stretched out face :)

[totilyapowerexshane]

before this ilya chased him through the woods and wrestled him into the trunk of his car while he “tried” to get away. so naturally ilya had to restrain his pretty prey :) for his own good of course. wouldn’t want him getting hurt with all that fighting

[underwateranimal]

(discomfort/pain edgeplay, obscure kinks)

the lockable leather chastity underwear is a special type of hell for shane.

unlike his cock cage, the underwear obviously covers his hole, so he's denied the privilege of being fucked and is forced to watch and sob in guilt and jealousy as ilya fucks a fleshlight instead. at least with the cage, he has small areas of exposed flesh through the bars. the leather underwear is extra thick and padded where it stores his cock and balls, muffling any outside touches to the point where palming and grinding somehow translates to virtually no sensation. the lock cinches the waistband tight on his waist, too tight to slip a finger down. the leg holes are similarly taut around the meaty hinge where thigh meets ass and groin. any sweat that accumulates quickly gets hot and prickly and trapped against his skin.

the biggest thing is that ilya can stuff his underwear, 'your panties, shane,' with whatever he wants, and lock him away until he remembers or cares enough to take them off. stinging nettles? those can get nestled right in the cock divot to cover his shaft and tip. itching powder? that can be applied generously between shane's cheeks, which the leather will squeeze together. the freshly carved ginger plug can be held secure in his naughty hole, the knobby intrusion battering his rim even long after his inner walls have absorbed the juices. the thick ribbed sound can be sunk deep into his piss slit before his cock is tucked away and rendered unusable. the burning cream can be lathered anywhere external when ilya is low on time and patience. the panties are modest and cover both of shane's cheeks, putting constant rough friction against his glowing red belted ass. ilya typically picks one irritant, 'medicine, stupid puppy,' and sticks to it. but when he's feeling particularly creative in his sadism, it's always a mindfuck of overlapping itching burning aching feelings overloading shane's senses and battling to cause him the most torment.

shane hates it the most when he has to sleep that way. sometimes he's allowed completely unrestrained in the bed, trying desperately not to squirm in pain as ilya snuggles him close and snores peacefully in his ear. other times he's allowed on the bed next to ilya with his hands mitted, or secured to the bedframe by handcuffs or a spreader bar. most often he has to sleep in his crate, wrists and ankles tied to each end of the bars, laid belly down with his legs apart and arms above his head. he can usually drift off for a couple of hours through the discomfort when he's granted a bit of ilya's affection to cling to. but when he's left crated in the living room, it's almost guaranteed he'll end up half out of his mind, deliriously sleep deprived.

in the morning he's a bleary eyed mess, panting and writhing in his bonds. direct pressure from his position bullying his overfull bladder, irritated stinging cock grinding into the nettles, balls throbbing from the rash and the heat, ass crack and taint still tingling and itching and driving him insane with the inability to scratch or soothe, hole pulsing with sore chemical burning, welts on his cheeks from last night's punishment rubbed raw by the backseat of his panties. ilya has 'forgotten' about him in the morning a few times, enjoying his day off with an hour or three luxuriating in bed after he wakes up, getting himself off to the thought of shane downstairs desperate and helpless, fighting the urge to call for ilya.

ilya will decide when he's allowed to take his panties off. sometimes it's right away, sometimes it's after ilya uses his mouth, oftentimes it's at some point after shane is let out of his crate and sent off to complete all of his morning tasks first. make breakfast, walk anya, get in some weight training at the home gym, answer emails, clean whatever needs cleaning, assume position on his hands and knees as ilya's footstool while ilya watches tv or scrolls on his phone. a miserable trembling little pathetic thing shifting constantly, whimpering constantly, face flushed and tacky with tears, too well trained to beg for mercy, all for ilya to enjoy. ilya takes his sweet time with it, fiddling with the key and running a finger along the waistband of the panties, debating with himself out loud if it's worth the effort to strip shane of his punishment when he knows his bad dog will just earn himself another right after. nevermind the fact that he decides the rules shane has broken on a whim. shane isn't allowed to plead his case, he can only bat his wet eyelashes and squeeze his pouty lips shut and wait for ilya's verdict.

sometimes, once his panties are removed, he gets cleaned up and pampered and allowed some real rest. a warm bath and ice packs and healing ointment and aloe vera and fresh air on his inflamed mottled genitals and ass. ilya will put his everyday cage back on and then rim and finger him nice and slow, working him up to a toe curling prostate orgasm that washes away much of the ache, and afterwards lets him nap on the couch under a soft blanket as long as he likes. if that's not what he deserves, though, shane knows he can expect a clean pair of panties to be locked on for the day once ilya refreshes his plug and sound and bruises and medicine.

[fixielixie]

sometimes puppies need to be put in their place

full uncensored version: here

[shaneseggs]

Tell me about gimp suit shane 🫪😁

in the suit completely covered noise cancelling ear buds in, suit covers his eyes, mouth, nose it's hard to breathe and hot and sweaty inside. tied up on a hard metal table. only thing not covered is his dick and he never knows if the next touch is gonna hurt or feel good or both. if its going to be cane, paddle, hand or ice, e-stim, hot wax. doesnt know when ilya is in the room with him. if the person in the room even is ilya. he doesnt need to know just needs to lay there and feel

[sunwurm]

sometimes i'm like yay i love being a sick pervert hooray and then somehow from four circles of mutuals away i see the victor wembanyama of freakdom shooting threes and i realize im not there at all im not even on a college team im playing a pick up game at the y on a weekday