Coach's Special Massage
Zeke "The Flash" is a successful wrestler who attributes his good moves to his very own Coach Druff.
Coach's Special Massage
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a fantasy
by Gruffy
2017
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The audience in the hall was howling - some of them literally - when the boar referee raised his clenched paw up into the air.
"AND THE WINNER IS....THEEEEEE FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!"
There were whoops from one half of the hall and boos from the other. Their subject stood defiantly under their scrutiny, still panting, his long, white tail lashing about with excitement despite the fight already being over. It was hard to get out of the zone while his blood pumped and he could still feel his furs spike up from the energy of the match.
"LET'S HEAR IT ONCE MORE FOR THE FLASH!"
The audience had their say once more.
"AND LET'S HEAR IT FOR HIS STRONG OPPONENT, THE RUBY CLAW!"
The reaction to the name of the beaten contestant in the ring got a much more subdued response from both his supporters and those who had been rooting for The Flash. Their polite cheering wasn't enough to make the defeated wolf get up from the floor where he remained as a rumpled heap of shaggy grey furs and now somewhat scratched latex apparel. The once shiny material appeared to have some of its luster now that its owner laid down defeated and sulking on the mat.
The masked feline known as The Flash grinned as he soaked in the cheers from the audience for a few more moments, before he turned his attention to his canine opponent. A black gloved paw extended towards the downed wolf, who glanced at it for a long few seconds. The crowd's cheers went up a notch when the Ruby Claw pulled himself up with the aid of The Flash and gave him a congratulatory pat on the back, which was reciprocated by the feline in black and gold. It was all very business-like, behaving just as they were expected to, despite the tensions and energy still running high. They'd been beating the shit out of each other only moments before, after all.
"FLA-SH! FLA-SH! FLA-SH!"
Grinning back to the audience, the feline wrestler punched his fist to the air once again as the referee concluded the final round of this week's match. The boar was quick to grab the said raised arm and give it a little shake of his own to affirm their respective positions.
"ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL TO THE CROWD, FLASH?"
The referee pushed the microphone in his paw towards the feline's muzzle.
"I'LL SEE YOU FOLKS NEXT WEEK FOR THE GRAND FINAL MATCH! THE FLASH VERSUS OUR REIGNING CHAMPION: LANCE MAVERIIIIIIICK!"
The crowd turned wild once again as The Flash turned and pointed towards the screens hanging above the ring, where they flashed to life, showing the images of two muscular felines; one white in black and gold outfit, and the other one black in white and green. Their ring names were emblazoned in big bold letters below their pictures.
Lance Maverick's signature sneer and fighting pose grinned down at The Flash from the screen. The cougar would've returned the sneer if the black panther was face to face with him. Instead, the white furred feline simply turned an impassive eye to the screen and faced the crowd, drinking in the cheers of the Norcastle Stadium. Privately, he was also scanning the crowd to look for signs of his family in attendance to the fight.
He could only see his siblings. Three pale-furred cougars standing and cheering from the upper bleachers. No sign of his parents, as usual. Too busy to attend, was the reason, they said. The familiar pang of disappointment washed over him, but he had learned to take it in his stride. There was no point spoiling this triumphant moment, even if there was that little bitter thought nagging away.
Crap.
But all those negative feelings were quickly washed away when he saw the proud smile and the look in his coach's eyes. The Flash couldn't help but smile back at the much older feline standing outside the ring. The grizzled tiger wore glasses and a rather disreputable-looking training jacket and looked much like a regular denizen of the wrestling circuit. His appearance at the moment hid the fact that once, before the fancy overhead screens and the flashy light show, an audience much like this would have called out his name with similar fervor as they now chanted The Flash's own title.
Yup. He'd seen the VHS tapes of The Professor in action. The footage might've been grainy but the technique and the showmanship in them was not. He'd been sold from the first moment on.
"REMEMBER THAT THE BAR IS STILL OPEN AND OUR MERCHANDISE IS SOLD AT THE LOBBY!" the boar continued his announcements as the wrestlers exited the ring with the cry of the crowd following them all the way. "LANCE MAVERICK, THE FLASH, AND RUBY CLAW'S MERCHANDISE LINE ARE SOLD AT DISCOUNT WITH THE CONCLUSION OF THE FINAL MATCH..." The boar's voice disappeared into the background as The Flash strode confidently to the backstage while Ruby Claw limped back. And for once, the wolf wasn't faking his injuries, the puma thought.
This month's match would determine the champion of Norcastle's independent wrestling circuit for this season, and The Flash couldn't help but feel very worked up. The Norcastle Impact Championships wasn't exactly WWE, but it was quite popular among a relatively large number of indie wrestling fans, with their pro wrestling-style promo sections and non-scripted matches, winning the title would mean another step closer to the world of true professional wrestling.
They were quiet until they reached the locker room, and here, away from the prying eyes of the fans, the cougar could finally reach out to his opponent.
"Hey, hope I wasn't too harsh on your legs, dude."
The Ruby Claw chuckled as he sat down on the bench and began to untie his boots.
"Ha. I admit, you knocked the wind outta me, Zeke." He said, lightly massaging his lower legs. "But it's nothing that I can't recover from."
Zachary - Zeke to friends and enemies, it seemed - smiled, which must've still looked somewhat ominous with him wearing his spandex cowl. Despite their recent brawl, they were professional enough to be able to deal with the aftermath of the match in polite terms. He wouldn't call the Ruby Claw - Brian - a friend, properly so, but he was okay. They'd encountered each other in matches before and gave as good as they could on the ring.
"Yeah..." Zeke commented. "Not like you didn't knock me about a few times yourself!"
The wolf tugged off his reinforced elbow-length gloves and put the shiny rubber items down to the bench next to him.
"Heh," he grumbled. "You're still heavier than you look."
Zeke couldn't help but let out a little purr of pride at the compliment. He felt his chest puff out happily on hearing it coming from someone who'd just spent the better part of an hour clashing with him in the most physical terms.
"Been hitting the gym alright," Zeke replied. "My coach has me on a pretty tight diet and exercise regime to keep me in great shape and my weight right."
"Yeah, can tell," the wolf admitted.
Zeke smiled again, and more earnestly now.
"Yeah, that's what the Coach's been helping me with," the puma said, "Stamina and all that. He told me that I'm fast but...huh...fizzle out too quickly when I'm in action..."
The wolf chuffed.
"Not anymore..." he mused.
Zeke smiled a little.
"Well your coach is pretty good too, I bet," he said.
"Argyle's the best, yup," the wolf said. "He's been great."
"That's good to hear," Zeke said. He felt it came out a bit more polite now than superbly enthusiastic. They were rivals, after all, and being hyped over someone who could help the wolf to beat him in the future felt slightly wrong.
"Heheh," the wolf grinned. He appeared a bit more happy now, despite his bitter loss to the puma on the ring.
Zeke continued to remove articles of his stage costume. Once the striped shorts and the elastic armbands were off he was mostly down to his compression underwear. Their snug fit felt comforting after the exertions of the fight. He'd have to do a proper cooling down and some stretching afterwards so as not to be too sore come next morning.
It was at this point that the door into the locker room opened and a very particular tiger waltzed inside.
"The man of the hour!" the striped man declared ebulliently.
Zeke's tail gave a cheerful flicker at the sound of his trainer's splendid mood.
"Heya, Coach!" the puma chirped at the tiger as he did some arm stretches. Brian gave a inquisitive glance to the grizzled tiger, blinking slightly in surprise. It appeared to Zeke that he wasn't quite sure what to think about him barging into the room.
The tiger was still all purrs when he approached his charge. He caught the puma's paw midair while Zeke was still duly performing his stretches and gave it a hearty squeeze.
"Well done, my boy, well done!" the tiger chuffed happily.
"Thanks, Coach," Zeke spoke. He sounded almost embarrassed by the positive attention coming from the tiger, especially with his rival fighter still present. A quick glance told him that the wolf was looking away from them.
The tiger proceeded to pat Zeke's shoulder for now. His tail was looping amusedly behind him, showing anyone just how good his mood was now after seeing his charge succeed in the fight.
"We'll watch the video later to see what you did right and what you did wrong," the coach continued his musings, "but overall, you did a very fine job!"
Zeke smiled broadly.
"Thanks!" he said. "Good to hear that it wasn't all just me jumping around aimlessly like I know...heh...how I used to go at it."
The tiger laughed.
"No more!" he declared. "Definitely not anymore. You've come a long way in the past six months."
"I'm really happy to hear that, Coach," the puma said, still grinning at the tiger.
"You should get ready to leave soon, although I do suspect there may be fans who are vying to catch a glimpse of you...or a selfie!" the tiger mused.
Zeke snuffled.
"Are we gonna sneak out of the back door again?" he asked from his coach.
"Of course not!" the tiger beamed. "It's your big moment, everyone will want to have a piece of you today. Why should we deny them?"
The tiger sounded properly boisterous now, almost to the point of embarrassment for Zeke. He felt happy about the win, of course he did, but it was still just a local match. The praise he was being heaped on didn't feel too bad, though. His couch was a fair man, but a strict coach, that much was for sure.
"Okay, if you think it's the best," Zeke said.
The tiger winked.
"Get those Facebook follower numbers up!" he grinned.
Zeke had to admit, his Coach knew how to play the publicity game, too. He wasn't exactly surprised by the fact, considering what kind of a cult following The Professor the still garnered in the pro wrestling circuits.
"Sure!" he chuffed.
The wolf on the other side of the relatively small locker room let out a small grumble of his own. This drew the Coach's attention to the wolf whom he had not acknowledged earlier.
"Ah, hello," the tiger murmured softly. "Quite splendid work at the ring for you too...Brian."
The wolf didn't look very happy at being addressed by his rival's coach.
"Druff," he spoke.
"Give Argyle my best," the tiger smiled.
The wolf grabbed a towel out of his open gym bag and stood up.
"Gonna hit the shower," the wolf rumbled. "Later, Flash."
Zeke nodded politely.
"Sure," he said. "Hopefully in the ring!"
The wolf stomped through another door and into the adjoining shower room. This left Zeke alone with his coach. The tiger's purrs had not subsided in the least.
"Brian can be a bit uptight when he loses a match." Zeke spoke a second later with an apologetic shrug to his coach. "He's been gunning to fight Lance for the title match," he continued, referring to the reigning champion of the Norcastle independent circuit for three years now, "but I got in his way."
He couldn't help but chuckle as he grabbed a dry towel from the locker and toweled himself dry. The white furred cougar winced slightly when he moved to towel his back.
"Ah... hrmmm..."
He could feel Druff's eyes on him as he sat back down.
"Well, I'll go change quickly and then we can leave," Zeke said. "What's the big plan?"
"My place," the tiger replied with a grin. "We can watch the tape and I'll get you something to eat. Have to remember to replenish those energy stores and get enough protein into your system to help with recovery from the fight."
Zeke chuckled softly.
"Yes, Doc," the puma said. "Sounds good to me!"
The tiger's tail looped about cheerfully.
"Definitely!" he spoke proudly.
*
Leaving the fight hall was easier said than done, they found out soon enough. Coach Druff's plan to drum up extra attention did work almost too good, Zeke had to admit, when the two of them were practically mobbed by eager fans wanting to get a piece of him. There were whistles, yelps and flashes from several phone cameras going off.
As keeping his real identity secret was his main priority, Zeke had put on his trademark black and gold trimmed cap with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.
People were calling out his name - his ring name of course, but it was still an experience Zeke still found somewhat bizarre - and pushing towards the puma. They actually wanted to touch him, he realized, as if to make sure that he really existed.
"Easy there, easy there..." his coach was now also acting as a bodyguard of sorts and pushed a few of the over-excited fans away with his own huge paws. The tiger had even slipped on a pair of Aviator sunglasses to complete the look. Zeke knew that he could definitely take care of himself under any situation, being a big mean cat, but he appreciated the help from his Coach.
Still, Zeke enjoyed the attention, to a degree. He grinned and waved at his fans, and let a few people pat his shoulders - even when it stung when they touched the spot where Brian had smacked him hard. He toughed it out.
It felt rewarding when he saw his siblings among the crowd however, waving and jumping wildly. He gave them a tip of his hat, before he followed the coach towards the parking lot where the tiger's car was waiting. It was easy enough to disappear here where people more interested in getting to their own rides before the traffic was going to be crazy. Zeke was glad to slip onto the passenger's seat on the car. He was starting to feel completely spent.
"Man... that was something..." The puma remarked after they were safely in the confines of the car.
"A big night," Druff opined.
"Yeah!" the puma chirped. "Wow..."
The tiger gave him a smile from the very corner of his muzzle .
"A great feeling, isn't it?"
Zeke nodded as the car started, slowly driving away from the stadium, still under the scrutiny of his cheering fans. "It is... but it feels surreal. It's almost as if I had won the National Championships." He chuckled lightly.
"Didn't realize I have that big of a fan base." He added a moment later, pulling off his hat when he had judged that they have effectively cleared away from the stadium, the fans, and no doubt the local press members.
The sun had set hours earlier, but Norcastle City was still pretty much awake. Skyscrapers towered bright as a beacon, and a handful of entertainment and shopping venues glittered with colorful display of lights and signs, illuminating the busy streets. The car made its way through the busy downtown and towards the sleepier residential area.
The sight of the familiar apartment block made Zeke feel at ease, but only just. Pretty soon, Druff had parked the car in the designated parking spot and was leading him to his apartment unit on one of the top floors. He was slightly surprised when the tiger went to the elevator instead of the stairs and called it down to the lobby. Druff saw the puma's look and laughed.
"I think your legs deserve the rest," he said. "It's a long way up to the twelfth floor."
"Uh, yeah..." Zeke admitted. He felt grateful for the tiger's consideration on that. His heavy gym bag was another reminder of the effort climbing all those steps would take. It might do wonders to his thighs but it would still be a lot after the fight.
The tiger swiped his tail near the puma's tired legs.
"Don't worry, I've got a huge tub of sports drink waiting up there," the Coach said.
The puma chuckled, lightly batting the tiger's tail away. "Heh, alright." He said as the elevator chimed and opened its doors. The two hunky felines quickly entered. "I'm dying for a hot bath and a massage however... damn, that wolf hit really hard..."
Druff tapped the "12" on the control panel and the doors closed. He flexed out his paws and cracked his fingers audibly.
"I think I can help with some of that," he said.
"Wow, thanks!" Zeke mused. "You're really going all the way tonight aren't you, Coach?"
The tiger smirked.
"For my prize boy?" he teased. "Sure! You won't be able to train tomorrow if you are left limping around because of lack of wind-down today."
Zeke pouted a little.
"No day off for me?" he said, half-seriously. He knew that if he wanted to have a proper shot at this, he would have to keep on working every day to achieve the results that he desired.
"Nhoooope!" the tiger drawled out. "You're having cardio tomorrow at oh eight hundred hours."
Zeke drooped his ears playfully.
"Yes, Sarge," he said.
The tiger purred in response to his charge's cheekiness. They arrived on the 12th floor before they had a chance to exchange more banter in the elevator. The tiger's apartment was just around the corner.
"Really looking forward to that food and drink," Zeke mused.
"I'm sure you've worked out a real appetite today," Druff said while opening the door.
The puma chuffed, tail looping as he walked into the spacious living room, setting his gym bag by the dining table the tiger had there..
"I did just fight two other finalists tonight, and two big promo sections, so yeah. I'm famished." He poked out his tongue slightly to the older, striped feline. "What's on the menu tonight then, chef?" He added cheekily as he pulled off his hat and shirt, damp from the leftover sweat, and proceeded to kick off his shoes.
"All in due time," the tiger stated. "First you need to continue rehydrating. Take some of the Gatorade from the fridge and relax. I'll start up the food soon enough."
"Uh, sure, sure, please." Zeke said, as he made a beeline towards the fridge and took out bottles of the energy drink. He selected two of his favored flavors from the array of multicolored bottles. The tiger had a remarkable number of choices in store.
The puma immediately chugged one down with gusto as he plopped himself on the sofa, exhaling in satisfaction once he was halfway done with one bottle.
"Damn... I really needed that," he said to himself, reaching for his phone and browsed the news sites which he had been regularly reading.
Zeke couldn't help but smile when he read the initial few coverage of tonight's match, praising him as the rookie of the year - despite the fact this was his fifth try on the tournament. Also, the commentators (and the fans) viewed him favorably and had predicted a win against Lance Maverick for next week's grand final, but some, especially long time fans of Lance Maverick would wish nothing but to see him beaten to pulp by their preferred champion.
It wasn't disheartening, so to speak, but it definitely got Zeke somewhat worked up again. Lance Maverick was a strong wrestler. He had good technique and skills, with powerful blows. He would've been recruited by the professional wrestling circuits if he hadn't chosen to stick with the indie matches for the time being.
Next week's match would be a spectacle, for sure. Zeke was certain he was going to end up being twice as sore as he was now.
He felt somewhat better with the extra sugar and electrolytes in his system by the time the tiger returned to the living room from the adjoining kitchen.
"Hello there!" the tiger rumbled out cheerfully.
"Hey!" the puma responded. "Got something good cooking up I hope!"
"Trust me," the tiger grinned.
"I always do, Coach!" Zeke noted. "The way you've been training me, and the results we've been having... you've got the touch!"
The tiger merely chuckled good naturedly and beckoned him towards the kitchen. "Come now. You've got a stomach to feed!"
Grinning, the puma followed the grizzled feline towards the kitchen, where Zeke's nose easily picked up several mouthwatering smells. He grinned and let out a small chuckle.
"Well, this is neat." He said, looking over to the mounds of grilled meat, mashed potatoes, and a large pot of vegetable soup.
"You've kinda outdone yourself this time, coach." He turned to the tiger.
The tiger snickered.
"It's all takeaway," he admitted. "I thought that a big occasion like this demands something special...and not too much effort. I've just been heating it all up again."
That make Zeke chuckle, but not in a bad way.
"Well, wherever it's from, it does look and smell really great, "he said. "Is it going to be ready soon?"
"Another five minutes," Druff said. "You can sit down already if you like."
"Sure!"
Zeke was glad to get down again. He was sure that his muscles were going to properly start complaining on him soon. At the moment he was most concerned with the food. He was getting ravenous.
"Any beer too, Coach?" he asked hopefully when he noticed that the only drink on the offer on the table was ice water.
The tiger chuckled from by the stove where he was preparing the food.
"You may be getting some treats but alcohol is still a no-no, Zachary," Druff stated.
Zeke let his ears droop playfully.
"Not even after a win?" he teased. "Dang..."
"Silly boy," the tiger opined. "Drink your water. Salad and soup will be served in a moment."
"Sure thing, Coach."
The young wrestler reached over and poured himself a glass of iced water while he waited for the food to be finished.
And before he knew it, the tiger was serving dinner on the countertop, and Zeke wasted no time to dig into the food, letting off soft, satisfied exclamations now and then.
"Hmmm I wanna know where you ordered this stuff from..."
The tiger sitting on the other side of the chair smirked.
"Maybe I'll tell you, if you win the next match," the Coach said.
"You're definitely not cutting me any slack," Zeke mused.
The tiger gave him a pointed look.
"Do you think The Professor achieved everything he did by cutting slack all the time?" Druff asked.
Zeke was somewhat amused by the comment. The tiger certainly liked referring back to his own pro-wrestling years and using himself as an example of how to make it in the wrestling world. It might've been 15 years ago but the tiger certainly knew his stuff, Zeke had to admit.
"Yeahm, yeahm," the puma replied, mouth full of food.
"Don't worry, though," the tiger said, "it's not all work and no pleasure for you. I've got a treat for you once you're done eating."
Zeke's ears perked up.
"Yup?"
"Yes," the tiger said. "But I'll only tell you once the food has disappeared from your plate."
Zeke pouted.
"Yes, mom," he said.
The tiger grumbled at that comment, but obviously playfully so. It did make Zeke eager to finish his meal to find out what kind of a surprise the tiger might have in store for him.
*
True enough, once he was done and giving puppy eyes at the tiger, the Druff spoke out.
"Shower first and then to the workout room," he said.
Zeke's ears flip-flopped.
"Working out?" he grumbled. "I thought - "
"Just do it," the tiger chuckled. "Your towels are in the bathroom."
"Okay, okay..." the wrestler replied. "Didn't know I was that stinky but okay..."
The tiger chuckled while he watched the puma limp out of the kitchen and around the corner, into the bathroom.
*
Zeke was eager to see the surprise the tiger had in mind, but didn't rush his shower. The puma took his time soaking up under the hot water and scrubbed his fur down to skin with the athletic shampoo he grabbed from the tiger's well-stocked shelf. He'd never seen anyone have that many fur products, at least not a man, for that matter, but Zeke didn't mind the choice of shampoos. Today's had a slightly minty scent that felt refreshing to him without being overwhelmingly strong. Some of the stuff had strong chemical smells that would almost make his eyes water.
The puma was all toweled up when he emerged from the bathroom and then headed to the living room to get his change of clothes from his bag. It was the noise he made pulling the zipper open that alerted the tiger to his presence again.
"You don't need that!" came Druff's voice from the other room, the home gym, Zeke knew, "Just come over here!"
Blinking in slight confusion, the puma padded across the living room and then into the tiger's gym.
The gym was fashioned out of a spare bedroom, but a spacious one at that. The walls were lined with various weights and they also had several floor to ceiling mirrors. Among the familiar sight of the state of the art exercise equipment neatly arranged around the room however, was Druff standing besides a massage table. Zeke knew that too, of course, the tiger's was one you could fold down and put into a corner when you didn't need it. Now he had opened it up. The tiger was still wearing his previous clothes, but he had taken off his shirt, revealing the black, sleeveless compression shirt he wore underneath. It showed his strong and robust, if not slightly more mature construction. He'd developed some padding over the years, Zeke had to admit, but knew that the tiger was as strong as the proverbial ox.
"Well then!" The puma exclaimed happily. His tail was looping behind him as he approached his coach. "This is neat!" He added with a slight purr.
The tiger chuckled at the cougar's remarks. He tapped the leather-padded surface of the massage table.
"Come on, time to get a proper rub down!" Druff announced. "Otherwise you'll be feeling like you're 80 years old tomorrow morning. Speaking from experience here of course."
Zeke chuffed.
"As always..." he noted. The puma took a few steps closer to the massage table. "Do you want me to go and get my boxers or - "
The tiger folded his paws together and cracked his knuckles in a classical gesture of planning to get into business.
"What's the point if you'll have to get them off soon anyway?" Druff mused. "Your legs need a massage too."
Zeke chuckled and gave a nod. "Alright, alright." With a small grin, the white furred puma untied the towel around his waist and climbed up to the table. His broad, muscular back and bare ass were laid out once he flopped on his belly. Zeke let out a pleased sigh and uncurled his tail while he let himself relax fully.
"Ready for your magic fingers, coach," he added cheekily. "Hope you're not too tired after the match to do all of my trouble spots!"
The tiger snickered.
"You think I wear myself out shouting tips to you?" Druff asked. "Tsk tsk..."
Zeke flicked his tail with bemusement.
"It's an intense business, on and off the ring," he said.
"Pfft, I've got more stamina than that," the tiger stated.
"Hah, I believe ya," Zeke said.
The tiger circled about the massage table and moved over to the weightlifting bench. Zeke noted that the cat had placed a couple of folded towels and bottles of massage oil on top of the bench.
"Damn, you're well prepared," Zeke commented.
"Part of the service," the tiger chuckled. "Once you start winning those pro titles, my cut is going to rise exponentially and I'm moving to Florida."
Zeke laughed.
"You really are super confident about me, aren't you?" he teased the Coach.
"I am sure you will prove my confidence in you to be well found," the tiger replied. "Now, are you ready?"
"Was ready a minute ago!" Zeke yipped.
"Hahah."
The coach picked up a small brown glass bottle and uncapped it quickly. Zeke's sensitive nose picked up a scent akin to a musk, though nothing he could positively identify. The tiger had many different massage oils in his store, he knew, and he liked to vary them while rubbing down on his prize wrestler's body.
"Some sorta aromatherapy oil, Coach?" Zeke asked.
The tiger rubbed his paws together and chuffed.
"You could say so," he said. "A special formula to relax the muscles a little. All natural ingredients of course."
The tiger chuckled.
"Never knew you're so...organic, Coach," Zeke mused.
"The less industrial shit you slap on your body the better," the tiger opined.
"Hmmrmhmhmm."
The tiger stepped over by the massage table and plastered his big and now oily paws over the puma's back.
"And here we go!" Druff announced.
Zeke stiffened for a split second when he felt the tiger's cold, oily paw spread across his back. The feline got used to the sensation quickly enough, and actually purred once the other began to knead his back with his strong, deft paws.
"Mmmh... you've always got amazing paws, coach." His purrs became slightly more audible as Druff's kneading slowly moved from his shoulders to his lower back.
"Hahah," the tiger squeezed down on the puma's shoulder blades.
"Well I need to use all my tricks to get all of this tension out of you," he rumbled. "Jesus Almighty, it feels like you've been hauling a rickshaw with these shoulders..."
The puma chuckled with his muzzle mostly pressed against the infamous ring-shaped face piece of the massage table.
"That's a weird comparison," he said. "Unless it's some old school name for the throw I did during the last fight..."
The tiger ran his thumbs down towards the puma's armpits. He maintained a steady pressure with his paws, to ensure that those muscles were getting all the attention they needed.
"No, not really," the tiger said. "Just a strange thing that came to mind."
"You bet..." Zeke huffed.
He tensed a little again when the tiger's paws came closer to the relatively sensitive skin that was his armpits.
"Put your arms forward, straight ahead of you. Don't mind if they hang off the bench. It'll do you good."
"Okay..."
Zeke did as he was told and hence exposed more of his sides for the tiger's actions, Druff pressed his oily palms down to the puma's ribs and either side and rubbed downwards with a steady stroke.
"Ohhmmrrr..." the puma nearly purred out, "that's really relaxing..."
"Well I am trying my best," the tiger said. "You're not exactly making this easy. You're a wreck."
"I feel like one..." Zeke said without guilt or embarrassment over the tiger's comment. "Mmmm..."
The puma's exhalations continued loudly for the next few minutes as the tiger focused to work the kinks out of the wrestler's upper body muscles. Druff hadn't been joking about the state of Zeke's torso. His fight against the wolf had left him sore and strained all over. No amount of post-fight stretching was going to make it into an entirely painless experience, that was sure, but Zeke hoped that the tiger's paws were going to help with it at least a little.
"Tut tut..." the tiger commented on the puma's lower back.
"Owh..."
The tiger was really leaning down while he massaged the muscles just above the base of the puma's tail.
"I'm going to need some more oil...this is gonna take some work."
His paws disappeared and the puma felt disappointed. The contact of those strong fingers kneading away at his overworked body was a wonderful distraction from the soreness he had already started to feel creeping in. He must've been even worse off than he suspected if the tiger had to top up his massage oil. Zeke thought it was good stuff. It made the paws move smoothly and it also smelled nice. He found it soothing, relaxing in a way. It was easy to relax and just let the tiger continue working on him, with newly slickened paws. The parts of him that weren't being mauled by paws were starting to feel very relaxed and warm. The muscles the tiger had already massaged were practically glowing in post-rubdown pleasure.
"Hrmhrrrrrrrrrrr..."
If his purrs were any more louder, it would probably make the windows clatter.
"Such a tense cat," the tiger opined.
"It was a tense fight..." Zeke rumbled as the tiger continued to work on his lower back. "Mmmm... this feels nice..."
His whole posture was relaxed, and his expression was that of bliss. It was evident that the puma was enjoying every bit of his coach's massage, from the not so subtle feline cues he gave out freely.
"It should," the coach said.
Zeke continued to purr as his whole body seemed to melt under the tiger's expert paws. Every second just felt more and more pleasant for the young puma as his coach continued to knead his back and further down to his legs. Even the strange musky aroma of the oils made it more relaxing. He felt warm all over, as if he was wrapped within a very fuzzy warm blanket.
"Man... when did you get so good at this, coach?" The wrestler breathed slowly as Druff loosened his stiff muscles and joints. He barely gave a second thought to the fact that by now the tiger was rubbing up and down the curve of his ass, a body part that he wouldn't let just anyone touch, especially not casually so. But here was his very own Coach, the tiger who had helped him achieve so much.
The paws moved along to his inner thighs and ruffed the oddly tingling oil there. It felt so wonderfully warm.
"...I've learned a trick or two over the years..." the tiger rumbled.
"Hrmmrrrr..."
Zeke found himself submerged under layers of comfortable and pleasurable warmth. He didn't feel like doing anything else but letting his coach knead and press every inch of his body, driving out the stiffness. Everything felt so good that he couldn't help but moan a little alongside his deepening purrs. He hadn't expected it to be quite so relaxing, even if he knew that the tiger did have a way of making his sore muscles feel better.
"You're very relaxed, aren't you?" the tiger murmured. His paws continued to move over the puma's rear and thighs with slow strokes.
"Yes coach..." Zeke found himself murmuring back. His expression was of bliss despite the fact that the tiger was now kneading his rear end in a more personal manner, caressing the fold right on the base or his tail gently, and almost teasingly in fact. Perhaps it was the relaxing aromatherapy oil fragrance, but he didn't mind his coach's touch one bit.
"So very warm and relaxed..." He sighed. "Hmmm..."
The tiger didn't stop.
"Almost makes you feel sexy, doesn't it?" stated the striped cat.
"Hhmhmmmm..." the puma rumbled away. He didn't really even think what the tiger had actually said, he felt compelled to agree. The kind of touching and the warm feelings throughout his body could easily be interpreted as such, if he just let himself to do so. "Yeeah..."
The coach's big paws were now paying extra attention to the puma's butt after the brief detour lower down. Thumbs slid ever so close to the wrestler's ass crack and ran along its attractive curve. He'd only have to bend his fingers a little to slip them into the warm, fuzzy valley at will.
"Just relax..." the tiger enunciated again.
Zeke purred absently.
"Whatever you say...hummm...Coach..."
"Your coach is here," the tiger rumbled in response. "Just do what I say..."
"Hmhmhmrmm..." the puma purred, his eyes closed.
Yes.
It sounded like a great idea. Doing just what his very own Coach would tell him was surely the thing to do. Druff knew what was best for him. He cared about him and his well being. He wanted to make his eager trainee feel good. Lying there as a purring puddle of feline muscle, it was easy for Zeke to believe that. The soothing fragrance and warmth of the massage oils made it easier to slip deeper into the comfortable bliss.
"I'm yours, coach..." He murmured out lightly, tail moving out of the way almost automatically when the tiger above him slowly explored every nook and cranny of his backside, just shy of the puckered ring of muscle on the base of his tail. Surely he saw it if he looked down where his paws were quite truly spreading his ass cheeks apart. It was a curious way to massage him, Zeke thought, but it felt neat.
"Oh I've made sure of that..." the tiger said.
To the puma, his voice sounded quite husky and somewhat muffled, almost. His puzzlement only intensified when warmth brushed along his ass crack and was followed by the sensation of something very slick and agile sinking into his crevice.
"Hrmhhmmmmmmm" purred the tiger.
"Oooh... that feels good, coach..." The puma rumbled in a mixture of confusion and enjoyment. The sensation was odd, yet it was almost familiar. Like he'd experienced it before, but he had trouble remembering just when that might have happened. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"Uuuuhh..."
The tiger spread the hunky wrestler's supple butt cheeks even further as he stuck his muzzle between them and into the fuzzy crack. His tongue slipped all the way down to Zeke's balls before sliding on his merry way towards the secret little puma-pucker the cougar displayed to him with his raised tail.
All Zeke felt, in his increasingly hazy mind, was sensations of pleasure coming from his backside. He wasn't sure what was happening, but it felt really enjoyable. He almost didn't want what his coach was doing to him to stop.
"Urgh... o-oh... that was good..." He moaned, burying his head deeper into the cushion.
The tiger continued to lick him with steady strokes of his big tongue. The raspy red intruder made Zeke's asshole clench rhythmically. It almost tickled on the tip of the Coach's feline tongue whenever he did an especially firm, concentrated pass. The hot sensations made the puma's cock grow very hard, slotted between the padding of the massage table and his own purring body.
"Urhmm... don't stop... coach..." Zeke couldn't help but moan again, clenching his anal ring around the tiger's slick, rough tongue. He soon began to feel slightly uncomfortable with his cock throbbing for attention beneath his body, however, and began to squirm slightly, even though he couldn't really concentrate with the pleasurable warmth and the heady fragrance of the oils invading his senses.
"I won't," the Druff announced. He spent a few moments fondling the cougar's buttocks before he left the deliciously firm rear untouched. The front of his own training pants bulged noticeably, although the puma wasn't watching now. He still had his muzzle pressed down to the bench and had his eyes closed.
"Turn over, boy."
The tiger's voice sounded so nice, so kind, and so firm that the cougar didn't spare half a thought to possibly disobeying the direct order that was in the cat's words.
Zeke complied to the order almost automatically, pulling himself up before turning to lie on his back with a serene smile on his face. His feline cock, thick and impressively long, sprung up to attention and throbbed as it was finally exposed to the air. It looked almost shockingly red in contrast to the pearly white fur that dressed his skin.
The puma's glazed grey eyes turned to look at his coach with slight confusion and longing, as if he was waiting for the tiger's next instructions. His woozy expression made the tiger grin too.
"That's a good boy." he announced.
Zeke didn't reply verbally, but his smile and his purr persisted. The tiger moved to the head of the massage table with a few smooth steps. He looked down at the wrestler who rested still. The coach's paws landed onto his shoulders and began to rub them. Zeke's tail flicked in pleasure at this renewed contact.
"Hrmhmhmm..." the puma purred openly.
"So much pleasure, isn't there?" the tiger stated.
"Yes, sir..." the wrestler agreed with a long sigh. "Your paws feels so good..." He liked agreeing with his Coach. That made the tiger happy and then he would be happy too.
The tiger's large, oiled paws continued to massage the wrestler's shoulders. They slowly moved down to the puma's wide, firm pecs. He gave the mounds of muscle a hearty squeeze. A slightly more mischievous grin quirked on his muzzle when Zeke let off another moan when he gave the puma's pert nipples a few light strokes with his thumbs.
"Such a good boy..."
Zeke's tail was draped almost lazily across the massage table at this point. "Mhmmrrrr..."
The tiger's posture had the added effect of putting the musky bulge on the front of his own pants close to Zeke's muzzle. He only had to bend over a little more to actually press himself down to Zeke's face. He was going to make the puma breathe him in, just like that.
"Enjoy..." he murmured as he felt hot breath on himself, a surprise from the cougar suddenly smothered in manly scents and warmth radiating through cloth.
"Mmh..." Zeke blinked sluggishly as his nose picked up the deliciously strong musk invading his senses. He couldn't almost make what was draped over his muzzle, but he was content to breathe in his coach's manly scent. The puma's cock throbbed as he moaned once again. He moved his head as if he was nuzzling the tiger's sizeable bulge on his face. The tiger countered the movements with his own hips and continued to fondle the puma's chest. The buff cat's nipples had grown from tiny nubs into firm buttons under his touch, a sure sign of his arousal.
"You deserve more..." the tiger whispered.
Zeke's eyes were heavy-lidded and his breaths quite loud when the tiger moved away and let him catch air properly after having his face smothered with plentiful tiger bulge. The reprieve was a brief one for the moment. Druff undid his training pants and dropped them off, almost nonchalantly, to reveal the tiger's underwear of choice. He was wearing a white jockstrap of a fairly simple, athletic design. The elastic mesh on the front was obscenely stretched out and somewhat damp. The smell of rubber fabric mingled with the natural musk that came off in heaps from the big, manly tiger. The natural locker room scent became entangled into something erotic, and dangerous, in essence.
"Here you go."
The tiger's paws returned to the puma's pecs when he put his newly bared bulge down to Zeke's muzzle for a particularly intimate sniff to be had.
"Hrmmmrhh... that smells so good..." The white furred feline moaned openly, tilting his head slightly to nuzzle the musky, wet bulge with his muzzle. "Mmmh... coach you smell awesome..." He breathed. He didn't know why, but he quite thoroughly enjoying the feel of the tiger's paws rubbing and squeezing on his pecs and nipples, and also the heady smell of the heavy sack drooping against his muzzle. He didn't know why he was doing it, but he liked it.
Druff rubbed himself off on the puma's face until he felt that he had marked the wrestler sufficiently for now.
"Time to stop teasing, boy," the tiger declared.
He slipped the jockstrap off himself and allowed his cock to pop out to its full glory and extent. The puma blinked in surprise, but more from the movement that he observed rather than the sight of his Coach's tool. The barbed lance hovered right above his muzzle, perfectly hard and delectable for anyone who enjoyed such an object of desire.
"Open your mouth."
Zeke obediently did so, breathing heavily as his muzzle opened. His nose almost touched the red, fleshy rod, taking in it's fresh, strong, musky scent. The aroma alone caused him to squirm slightly. His own tool was throbbing in anticipation, beads of pre leaking down from the thick, veiny shaft.
The tiger pinched the base of his cock into his grip and then swiveled his meaty shaft about to bat it playfully against the cougar's cheeks. Zeke chuffed from the sudden contact. It did feel kinda pleasant, however, the warm sausage tapping about, and it still smelled wonderful. Some of the scent rubbed off on him too, when the tiger's barbed tip spurted pre-cum that then got mingled with Zeke's fur. He was truly marked, gently so.
The tiger continued the play. He moved slowly still, tapping and poking his member along the puma's muzzle. He even gave a couple of teasing strokes over Zeke's open maw, but did not dip himself inside the inviting warmth that it proposed.
For the moment, the puma seemed to be content basking in his coach's erotic, manly musk, purring while he kept sniffing at the tiger's impressive cock dangling right above him. His glazed, half-lidded eyes were fixed to Druff, silently waiting for his next instruction.
"Suck, boy," the coach said.
Zeke complied immediately. The puma wrestler opened his muzzle even wider open. He was practically gaping in preparedness of taking the dick that was being offered to him. His tongue lolled out of his maw, pink and wet, ready for his present.
The tiger savored the sight for a moment more before he rather unceremoniously stuffed his barbed shaft into the puma's awaiting muzzle. The sudden intrusion made the cougar gag briefly, and huff through his nose while he tried his best to accommodate the thick meat pushed inside his mouth. The salty taste of flesh and precum spread over his tongue, all the more stronger than the scent he had already sampled.
The taste felt very familiar for Zeke, for some unknown reason which he couldn't put a paw on. However, within moments however, the feline was already slurping on the thick piece of meat, wrapping his tongue around the barbed shaft as he slowly savored his coach's scent and taste.
"Hrmmrrrrrrrrrrr..."
The tiger grabbed the puma's arms and used these muscled limbs for leverage to actually thrust himself back and forth inside the cougar's mouth. His tail swung victoriously, heavily behind him as he slowly pumped in and out. His numerous barbs stroked along the silky lips that soon tingled from the intimate contact. It only got more so when the tiger bottomed out and his heavy balls landed against Zeke's nosepad.
The mighty wrestler didn't relent in his own actions. The puma proceeded to suckle on the tiger's cock rather vigorously, emboldened by the moment as his body quivered in pleasure from performing such an act. His eyes were closed as the tiger's cock rammed deeper and deeper into his maw, and the entire barbed shaft slipped deep into his throat, causing him to moan a bit more. He nearly gagged on it, but a series of quick swallows took him past that point. The thick tiger cock thrust back and forth with a slippery noise caused by the copious saliva the face fuck brought up from Zeke's throat. It bubbled out past the slick shaft and onto his cheeks and chin, wet and glistening now. The sloppiness made it sound even raunchier than it was, and with the heavy motions of their bodies, and the massage bench began to creak as well.
"Mmhmphh..." By this time, Zeke wasn't even trying to suck the tiger's massive cock anymore. He let the coach to use his muzzle to his pleasure, groaning and moaning while the feline's balls continued to slap against his head, bathing him with waves of his musky scent. It was enough to drive him crazy, as evident from the puma's own cock which was throbbing and leaking pre quite heavily. He was remarkably aroused despite the lack of more direct stimulation his cock.
The tiger was relentless, and had plentiful stamina in the act of fucking his cock in and out of the wrestler's muzzle. He made deep thrusts that caused the puma to gargle and gag, briefly, his whole body flexing and trembling as a result. Having sex with the kinky coach was a full body experience, from Zeke's slurping lips to his swinging tail.
But suddenly there was nothing more to suck, and the puma's maw gaped open without its customary filling. Zeke was gasping and panting after the intense face fuck. The back of his throat almost ached, and definitely felt raspy. His cheeks and the insides of his ears glowed hotly. His bleary eyes had trouble concentrating on the sight of the dripping dick that still hovered above his face. His open mouth looked obscene.
"You're having fun..." the Coach observed.
"Hrhhmhmhm..." the puma purred.
"I know how to make it even more fun," the tiger said.
"Hmmmmm..." the puma barely responded now.
The Druff pulled his jockstrap all the way off and dropped it to the floor. He was now free of his skimpy underwear, and his cock was still very hard.
"Just hold onto the table," the tiger said.
The puma looked mildly quizzical upon being given such a command. It started to make more sense only once the tiger turned about and approached him again, but this time in a most unusual manner. The cougar saw the tiger's tail swing up and to the side and the massage table creaked when it had to take the Coach's weight to carry as well. It wasn't immediately evident what he was going to do but it became so when the warm heat pressed down on Zeke's face.
"Hrmhhm!" the tiger grumbled.
The tiger's tail brushed on Zeke's chest and hips before it became more steadily pointed upwards instead. Druff had to make room and to steady himself so that he could plant his ass right down on Zeke's muzzle. The wrestler got an instant faceful of tiger rear, and felt the curious sensation of getting his big balls and stiff cock on his forehead of all places. This also put the underside of the Coach's tail right at Zeke's muzzle, his nose and lips buried into the crack of the tiger's round, muscled ass. He huffed with surprise and got a very deep whiff of tiger musk in his intake of breath that followed. Not a dirty scent by any means, just very strong, like he'd had his head pushed under the cat's armpit or the like, but still different in fragrance.
It was also an incredibly dominant gesture, and made the puma shiver for reasons unknown to him. However, instincts--or whatever compelled him--took over and the feline found himself slowly holding his coach's hips with his paws while he began to lick the tiger's ass cheeks and the musky, warm tailhole offered to him.
"Ohhhmmhmmrrr..." the puma purred helplessly.
For some strange reason, Zeke found the action quite pleasurable, if not familiar... as if he had done this several times before. Normally he would stop and pull himself away, but the fuzzy warmth that had spread throughout his body and the sense of calm that had settled in his mind prevented the puma from dwelling on his actions further. Besides, he didn't mind. The coach's ass and balls that were resting on top of his face and muzzle seemed to be the best thing that could happen to him...at least on this moment. It felt quite natural to feast on the tiger's asshole the way he did, licking and gnawing on the pucker that he could not see but felt it very much alright, plastered over his mouth. The strong muscled ring quivered whenever he swiped his tongue against its furrowed surface.
Maybe it was his own relaxed state or the incredibly forbidden nature of the act, but
Zeke's own cock throbbed at full hardness. Strong pulses of pleasure went through his loins, almost as if he was going to cum any moment despite not having touched himself at all. It prompted the wrestler to continue his horny actions, to eat out the ass that was put on his face.
The tiger receiving this decadent treatment was not a passive party in their rude tryst. He purred loudly, playfully slapping his musky, fuzzy balls on the puma's face, grinning broadly to himself.
"You're doing great there, boy." He rumbled pleasantly.
"Mmmphmmm..."
Zeke continued to lap away on his coach's firm, sculpted backside hungrily. His hot breath brushed against the perky nub once in awhile, fully drunk on the musk and the warmth that had seeped deep into his whole being. It was probably incredibly dirty, having the tiger rock his ass back and forth so that the puma's tongue flickered all over the puckered surface of his hidden hole. The muffled moans and guffs of hot air only served to turn on the naughty coach even further.
His constant movements ensured that Zeke didn't have a moment's break. The puma huffed and buried his muzzle deeper into the folds of Gruff's buns, eating out the tailhole with fervor. His thick, red cock throbbed and twitched as it continued to leak copious amount of pre.
"Hhhhhhrrrrrr..."
His tongue was still moving about when the tiger shuffled and dropped to his footpaws again The drowsy puma caught the sight of the tiger's tail swinging over his head. He did not move to follow the tiger with his gaze. He simply continued to stare at the ceiling, huffing and purring away.
"Get up," the tiger said, somewhere distantly, it felt like, though surely he was still in the same room. That same pleasant voice, of course, the one that made him want to do his bidding without making further questions. The same voice that made him smile eagerly, and hop from the massage table and to the floor much like the tiger did before. Now it was his cock that bounced back and forth, so very hard and untouched.
The puma looked at the tiger impassionately, expectant, if listless.
"Get on your back on the weight bench," Druff said.
He pointed it out as he spoke. The puma did not reply after receiving the command. He merely nodded his head slowly, almost as if sleepily, and padded towards the weight bench, where he laid down on his back on the leather covered surface, and purred lightly. His glazed, grey eyes turned to Druff expectantly, waiting for his next command.
"Heheh," the tiger chuckled.
He stepped over to the bench and did not waste time before he grabbed the puma's ankles and raised his legs up high. Zeke let out a surprised huff at this, but did not move to resist the gesture, not even when the tiger pushed his legs up and then down towards his chest.
"Grab your ankles and keep them down on your chest," the tiger ordered.
"Okay..." The puma muttered blankly and did just that, pulling his legs closer to his sculpted chest, exposing his puckered back door to the tiger while his tail remained passive, draping over to the floor.
"Well that's much better now..." the tiger stated. "This will do good..."
The puma learned soon just what the tiger was planning. With the wrestler in such a vulnerable position, there was exactly one thing that the tiger desired to do now. The cougar was ready, and the tiger certainly looked like there was no way he could get more aroused. His big cock pointed out straight ahead of him, and once moved into position at the foot of the weight bench, its target was right in front of the smirking cat.
"Let's massage you good, boy," the coach drawled.
The puma continued to purr and gaze up to his coach longily. He merely nodded his head as he felt the tiger's thick meaty appendage prodding against his prepped tailhole. The coach didn't leave it at that either. He had himself where he wanted and now he was gonna do the only natural thing and plunge in.
"Oooooohh!"
It sounded almost comical, the noise Zeke made when he got stretched open. The tiger's tip slipped in, spurting pre-cum along the way to lube the puma's passage even further. It felt like he was going to need it too.
"Unff!"
The grinning menace of a tiger leaned over his prey of a puma and hunched his hips forward to drive himself even deeper into the wrestler's ass.
"Uuuuurnfhhh..."
Zeke's eyes flew wide open. His ears flicked, and let off another moan as the thick, barbed shaft buried itself deeper into his ass. His long tail twitched erratically as the coach slammed into him, causing his own cock to spurt another drop of pre onto the base of his belly.
"Aaaah... C-coach..."
His mental fog seemed to lift for a moment, but the puma was soon back under the haze of pleasure when Druff started to piston his hips, driving his monster of a cock in and out of his slick tailhole. He grabbed the cat's shoulders and hunched over the wrestler, his hips flying back and forth with the rapid fire pace of his thrusts into the wet hole.
"Uh-oh-ohhh..."
Zeke's insides squirmed and trembled around the tool spreading him open repeatedly. The barbs rubbed all along his inner walls and caused the puma's purrs and rumbles to grow more ragged with each hard thrust filling him up. Very soon the Coach's balls slapped against the upturned butt.
"Hrgh! O-owh!"
The way the tiger pounded into him forced Zeke to fold his lower body impossibly closer to his chest, aided by his natural feline flexibility. His own erect cock was pointed straight to his muzzle at this point, red, throbbing, and leaking as he yowled and howled in pleasure from the coach's less than gentle ministrations.
"Mrrrfff! Ha-aah!"
The tiger hissed and continued to pump in and out of the cougar's tight heat. The wrestler was entirely under his mercy. Zeke writhed below the tiger's body, his balls churning with the stimulation flowing throughout his muscled, sweaty form. The metallic rattle of the bench only added to the variety of sexy sounds filling the Coach's home gym.
As the puma's ass clenched almost painfully around his cock, a thought occurred in the tiger coach's mind. Grinning, he rammed harder into his protege's tailhole.
"Suck on it, boy." He purred.
Zeke blinked through half lidded eyes, almost as if he was confused by the command. It took him a split second to realize that his own cock was practically dripping into his muzzle in this position. Groaning and huffing, the puma lifted his head and effortlessly wrapped his lips around the slick, barbed head of his own shaft, and began to bob his head, purring as his taste buds savored the salty flavor of his precum.
"Hmrrmr!"
This sensation was entirely foreign to him. A small part of him questioned the nature of what he was doing, but Zeke was evidently enjoying himself despite the incredibly dirty, and pleasurable feeling he was having from sucking his own cock. He'd gotten head before, but had no memory of sucking a dick before, though it was not entirely unfamiliar to him, for some reason, the taste of spurting cock in his mouth. It did prompt him to continue bobbin his head on his shaft, despite the continuous distraction of the coach ramming in and out of his clenching hole.
"Uhhmhp-ooohh-hhmhmhmmm--oww!"
He gargled and moaned around the spit-sloppy dick going past his lips. The white cat sounded like he was in heaven, despite the twinges of discomfort caused by the deep, hard penetration that continued just as rough and fast as it did when the Coach had started fucking him. Now Zeke was properly plugged, since both his muzzle and his mouth were filled with cock.
The new sensations brought his already stretched limits to the end however, and the seasoned tiger easily detected this. Rumbling and humming, Druff picked up his pace, practically drilling and pounding into the puma as the young wrestler hissed and howled with newfound pleasure.
"Hrmgh! Haaargh! H-haaaah! A-ah! Oooh... Ffff... a-ah!"
With a loud yowl, Zeke spilled his seed, which burst directly into his maw and rolled down his throat. Instincts quickly took over and the puma was eagerly suckling his own cock as it continued to throb and leak. Thick white jizz dripped down from the edges of his muzzle and down to his neck. The coach continued to fuck him raw despite the climax that turned Zeke's insides extra tight. It was only an added thrill for the dirty coach.
He pounded the spunk out of the wrestler with hard thrusts. His shaft slammed at Zeke's prostate over and over again. Each deep jab made the puma cum a large spurt of spunk into his muzzle. There was so much that he coughed when Zeke simply couldn't keep up swallowing and he gargled out more of the musky cum from the corners of his muzzle. It both smelled and looked incredibly sexy, staining his face like that. Perhaps the sight of this messy end to Zeke's sexual arousal made the tiger erupt as well. The puma's own cock hadn't stopped spurting when the tiger began to seed his rear, accompanied with hard jabs to really pump it deep into the wrestler's guts.
It went on for a long time, with neither of them really caring how long. The puma was very breathless when the tiger finally pulled on his legs to make him flop onto his back on the by now sweaty lifting bench. His wet cock popped out of his muzzle and then landed on his belly. It glistill with his seed, much like his face, incredibly messy and streaked now.
"Well, that's some of those muscles sorted out," the tiger commented. "Some proper stretching, isn't that so, boy?"
Zeke just huffed out. He was still too much in the zone to say much about anything.
"We've got some cleaning up to do," Druff said.
He wasn't joking. Both of them were splattered with cum and sweaty, musky, dirty beasts despite the showers they'd taken after the wrestling match. Their special kind of relaxation had left them in a much worse state than they were before.
"Really now..." the tiger muttered as he looked at himself and his dripping cock.
The puma didn't say anything, not even when his coach straddled the weightlifting bench and stepped closer to him. The musk whafting off his body increased now that he was closer. The coach smirked broadly when he reached with one paw to cup Zeke's muzzle. Fingers twisted the puma's mouth open.
"There we go."
His spare paw gripped the base of his shaft and used this hold to guide his messy tool into the pink opening he had made for himself. The residue cum from both of them made it easy to stick himself inside the familiar warmth of the puma's maw.
"Suck it, puma boy."
He was already nearly balls deep in the cougar's muzzle, so there was little actual choice on the matter, but Zeke complied happily. The taste of musky cum exploded extra strongly over his tongue when he began to suckle on the thick, messy meat. The tiger's seed tasted different to his own - and copious amounts still clung to the insides of his cheeks, so the comparison was easy to make.
"Good boy."
The tiger took hold of Zeke's muzzle with both of his paws and began to thrust into the cougar's mouth.
"We're not done yet, boy...got plenty of practicing to do before your next fight..."
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