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Only in the dead of night did the rain finally relent enough for Ogata to lower his hood. There’d been no movement for hours; the first night, the Ainu men in the village had kept an eye on the bear cage here and there but had largely seemed disinterested. The man on guard tonight had fallen asleep hours ago and showed no sign of stirring. Either they had little concern the Tanigaki would make an escape attempt, or they felt that re-trapping a bear as foolish and clumsy as he seemed simple to them. Little wonder.
For that reason, Ogata felt more or less safe as he prepared to climb down from his perch in front of the storehouse. He undid the fastenings on his hood, carefully setting it aside before stepping down the notched piece of wood in front of the hut. He moved as quietly as he could; however lax security appeared to be at the moment, it was unlikely that they’d sleep through the sound of someone clambering around outside.
Moonlight filtered in through the logs on the bear cage as Ogata crept close to it. Even from a distance he could see at last why Tanigaki had been especially quiet these past few hours: he was fast asleep. He felt a flash of irritation at this; after all, he’d been freezing his ass off in the rain watching over this clumsy fool. All the while, he was actually asleep? He put a hand on one of the logs on the lower part of the cage and sighed quietly. It hardly mattered if the Matagi man wanted to sleep, he decided. He stood and watched the slow, steady breathing of the man who was curled into a small ball on what must have been a rather uncomfortable sleeping surface. That he would be able to sleep like a child was still an indicator of his relative cluelessness, Ogata thought. For a Matagi, he seemed strangely oblivious to such matters. Little wonder his gun had been stolen right out from under him.
“You’re annoying me, Ogata,” Tanigaki murmured, still curled up on the floor of the cage. Evidently, he was only pretending to be asleep. “Go back to your roost or go away entirely; I don’t need your protection.”
Ogata had the good sense to conceal his surprise. “Brave words coming from a man whose life hinges on whether or not a little girl can track someone in the wild,” he replied, his voice low. Tanigaki said nothing back, instead choosing to stretch out as much as he could within the cage. His larger size seemed exaggerated by its confines.
“I wasn’t coming down to check on you anyway,” Ogata lied. “I had something to tell you. Something to offer. It might matter, especially if Sugimoto comes back empty handed - which begins to seem more and more likely, if you ask me.”
“What, then,” Tanigaki mumbled. As he spoke, Ogata realized that the other man had not once made eye contact. Interesting. Maybe he was more intimidated than he let on.
“I told you before that all you need to do is beg. The offer stands. Beg for my help, Tanigaki, and you’ll live.”
The logs lining the base of the cage creaked as Tanigaki sat up quickly, pulling himself flush with the side Ogata was standing against for a moment before bending down, getting his face as close to him as possible.
“Only an idiot would put any trust in someone like you,” he spat.
Ogata only smiled; riling this man up was all too easy. He reached into the cage and grabbed at a tuft of chest hair visible through Tanigaki’s half-opened shirt.
“Did you ever think that the reason you’re so hot-headed is that you’re covered head to toe in this fur? Can you even find your cock in all of this, or is it hidden away?”
A grin spread across Tanigaki’s face then and, before he even realized what had happened, Ogata felt a large hand wrap around the wrist he’d been resting on one of the logs, dragging it into the cage and pressing it against the front of the other man’s pants. Ogata wasn’t actually surprised by the size of what he felt through the fabric; it was a little hard to miss as Tanigaki walked around, the imprint of it clearly visible through his trousers. Regardless, he still cocked an eyebrow as he locked eyes with Tanigaki and ran one finger from root to tip of what his hand had been pushed against. He was even less surprised to feel it twitch and begin to harden with his touch. After all, Ogata was already half-hard himself. Just toying with this man was paying off more than he’d ever thought it would.
He kept his eyes locked on Tanigaki’s as he began unfastening the front of the other man’s trousers, pushing aside his fundoshi and reaching for his cock. Tanigaki brought his hands back down again and for a second, it seemed as though he was going to push Ogata away- but instead, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, still kneeling as close to the edge of the cage as he could. His cock had swollen even more and was now so thick that Ogata wasn’t sure if his hand could even fully encircle it, but he still reached out with his right hand again and lightly gripped it, stroking up and down experimentally a few times before stopping outright.
Above him, Tanigaki’s breath had grown more ragged, though he said nothing. When Ogata withdrew his hand, the other man pressed himself against the wooden barrier a bit more, his cock jutting out through the gap. Ogata couldn’t help but notice the near-perfect angle he found himself in with the other man kneeling in front of him.
“You know,” Ogata said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Matagi are supposed to be the silent type. You can’t say a word while you’re on the hunt, right? Not even a big, clumsy oaf like you. If you won’t beg, then, I have to assume you’re not planning on making a single sound at all.”
Still no response from above, as expected. Ogata wondered for a moment if what he was about to do would hurt his still-healing jaw and decided that he didn’t care. Holding the base of Tanigaki’s cock in one hand, he popped the head into his mouth and flattened his tongue against it. It tasted salty; Tanigaki was already leaking precome. As Ogata began slowly moving his mouth up and down on as much of the head and shaft that he could he listened carefully, waiting for Tanigaki to make some sort of sound. Aside from a sharp inhalation of breath just as Ogata had put his cock in his mouth, he’d remained utterly silent and motionless. Now the trick was simply to do everything he could to change that and get him to make some kind of noise, even just a moan. Keeping his hand on the base, he slipped his thumb over the larger vein on the other man’s cock, trapping even more blood in the already engorged glans. He moved his head back, a long trail of saliva leading from his lips to the tip of Tanigaki’s cock. Flattening his tongue again, he carefully lapped around the corona. Tanigaki shifted his weight, his cock twitching even more, but remained totally silent.
Ogata reached up with his other hand and pushed past a dense thatch of hair before wrapping his hand around the other man’s balls, stopping for a moment to enjoy their weight in his palm before squeezing gently. He licked down the shaft of Tanigaki’s cock, moving steadily downward until he could begin carefully licking at what he held in his palms, taking one ball into his mouth and sucking at it before switching to the other. Tanigaki smelled almost overwhelmingly musky, and Ogata became aware that his own cock was now pressed so firmly against the front of his pants that it was nearly painful. He withdrew again and reached down with one hand to begin rubbing himself through the fabric, desperately rutting into it as he took the head of the Matagi’s cock back in his mouth and began moving up and down the shaft steadily.
With every downward movement, Ogata tried harder and harder to take as much of the larger man’s enormous cock into his throat but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could still only get about three-quarters of the way down to the base before his gag reflex kicked in and made matters unbearable. He found himself already close to climax and quickly tried to unfasten his trousers one-handed, gripping his own cock tightly as he drove his mouth up and down the cock in front of him, his spit dripping down the shaft. Just as he was on edge, he withdrew again. His breathing was uneven and his heart was thumping wildly in his chest, but Tanigaki seemed to be suffering even more. His face was contorted, as though the effort of remaining silent was taking every last ounce of energy that he had. Ogata began jerking him off again with one hand, grinning up at him.
“Still stoic, eh? Your type’s always too proud for my taste. All it takes, though, is one word from you – one sound, really, and you can have my mouth back. I’ll let you shoot straight down my throat.” His hand continued moving up and down, squeezing a little. Tanigaki was now practically shaking with desire as he remained on his knees within the cage, precome streaming down from the tip of his cock. It twitched in Ogata’s hand and Tanigaki’s hips pressed forward with an eagerness so blatant that Ogata began to wonder how long it had been since the last time Tanigaki had even cum. He seemed beyond desperate; surely, he’d crack at any moment.
“One sound and you don’t just get my mouth now, Tanigaki. I’ll let you out of here and when we get away, I’ll give you my ass. Don’t tell me a big bear like you would pass up the chance to rut into someone this willing.” Ogata punctuated his sentence by squeezing Tanigaki’s cock harder. The man above him wheezed, now absolutely beyond his limit. Ogata pressed on.
“I’ll set you free either way at this point, you know. I have a plan already. But if you keep quiet, I’ll not only walk away without letting you cum now – I’ll fuck your ass first. Though who knows? Maybe you want that more than anything anyway. But it doesn’t help you cum now, does it?”
“Please,” came a voice from above, barely audible. “Please, just… please finish me… I can’t…” Tanigaki continued. That was all Ogata had been waiting for; he took as much of Tanigaki’s cock back into his mouth and throat as he could all at once, his jaw screaming out in pain as he did so. He was nearly finished, though, and he knew he could hold out as long as he needed to. Sure enough, with only a few more strokes he felt the Matagi’s cock twitch again in his mouth as he began shooting jet after jet of cum straight into the back of Ogata’s throat. His suspicion had been correct; as the other man’s cock twitched and unloaded into him, it became clear that he was about as pent up as he could be. He sucked eagerly at the tip of Tanigaki’s cock, drawing every last bit of cum out of him as he began to cum himself, spilling his seed all over his fist.
He raised his hand up to his mouth, licking his own cum up as he cleaned off the cock still in front of him. He looked up at Tanigaki, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. After he finished, one small glob of cum remained on his lip. He reached to brush it away, but the other man’s large hand swept down instead, his thumb running over Ogata’s lip. Ogata grabbed his wrist, holding him fast as he pulled Tanigaki’s thumb into his mouth and sucked the last drop of cum off of it before biting down lightly.
When he let go at last, he stepped back slightly and looked over his shoulder to see if any of their activities had aroused suspicion. Thankfully, everything around them remained quiet. Tanigaki was leaning his head against one of the logs trying to catch his breath again, and Ogata had to work to steady his own breathing as well as he reached up and pulled himself up onto the main platform of the cage. He tilted his head sideways as he looked down through the slats.
“Remember what I said, bear cub,” he laughed. “I’m about to spring you loose. Believe it or not, I keep my promises – especially promises like the one I just made.”
A meaty hand reached out, grabbing the fabric of Ogata’s pants and holding him in place.
“Good,” Tanigaki muttered. “The sooner I’m out of this cage, the sooner I can fuck you so hard you never smirk at me like that again.”
Once freed from the other man’s grip, Ogata found himself practically racing to the top of the cage to open it up.