The Motion Of The Ocean
I had not intended on doing this for a few weeks yet, but I knew the further my mind got from it the worse it would be. So I sat down tonight and in four hours time, this is what I came up with. As requested, this is the sequel to a story ( Good To Be King ) that was intended to stand alone. There is almost no lead up, as I couldn't really think of a way to do such a thing and it's more or less right down to business. Gay sex, a threesome, and good old fashioned incest. Don't view the sexy stuff if you're prohibited by law, characters are mine, story mine, etc.
A storm had been rocking the massive ship back and forth, an oscillation from side to side and up and down that sometimes grew quite forceful. Most everyone had long since retreated to their cabins and few ventured on deck as the wind and rain lashed across the superstructure, accompanied by the rageful howling of the wind. It was night, and though the rocking of the ship made it a little difficult Ryan had no intention on not coming for the boy he'd left with his brother. He'd gotten a backup key to Cole's cabin from his mom and dad, something that would allow him to sneak right in and see what his brother had been up to.
Holding one of the many mini-bar bottles he'd had that evening in one paw, he slid the keycard into his brother's door with the other and carefully slipped inside. Neither of them noticed his entrance, masked by the background noise from the groaning, swaying ship and the winds gusting outside. Ryan stood near the door as his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the cabin, his eyes scanning from left to right until they locked on the pair of cats situated on the end of Cole's bed.
Ryan smirked and just let his eyes roam over the scene, knowing somewhere in his mind it was exactly what he'd expect from his brother. Cole was sitting on the foot of the bed with one hand tangled in the cheetah's hair, hunched forward over the head that was buried in his lap. Stuart was on his hands and knees, his lips bouncing up and down Cole's dick with a speed that told Ryan that the cheetah truly loved sucking dick. He lifted his bottle and drained the last of the tequila in one gulp, the plastic bottle joining the many on the floor around Cole's bed.
It was joined shortly by the only thing the lion was wearing, a loose pair of denim blue jeans that he left in his wake as he approached. When he got closer, that was when the mixture of heavy aromas wound their way up Ryan's nose and into his mind. Stuart and his brother smelled heavily of sex, of potent male musk, of sweat, want, and cheap booze. There was no way of knowing how long they'd been going at it, no way of knowing how many shots his brother had fired into the cheetah's body... But Ryan had decided Cole had Stuart to himself for long enough.
Stuart was the one to notice Ryan first, not by sight, by smell or by sound, but by the hands that enveloped his hips and held him firm. Ryan pulled Stuart's ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, looking down to aim his dick as he slid it home beneath the submissive cat's tail. It was distinctly unlike the first time he'd popped his dick into Stuart's ass, as the cat was a little looser than before. But that wasn't what stood out in Ryan's mind the most. What really made it for him was the fact that Stuart's ass was filled with his brother's cum, enough to tell him they must have been at it for hours. It was still hot, kept warm by the cheetah's body as it surrounded his dick and leaked down it to soak the fur on his balls.
His brother's eyes opened as the cheetah gasped around his dick and tried to turn around to see who was fucking him, but Cole held him firmly to the dick that was wedged between Stuart's lips. Maybe he was too close to orgasm to want to stop, or maybe he was so damn into the scents and musks that swirled around the room that he wouldn't have cared if his father walked in. Ryan's eyes locked with his brother's as the cheetah settled down between them, as if he were a horse that was momentarily startled but easily calmed by his riders.
Cole's eyes were dulled, his mind intoxicated by lust and liquor. They didn't stay on Ryan's long before they were wandering across his form, taking in the bare body before him that was only hidden by the ass that Ryan's dick was slamming in and out of. Every push in was met with a muffled moan from the cheetah, a grunt from the lion behind him, and a wet slap from the dick being shoved in his asshole.
Ryan lifted his hand up and pushed his brother's hand away from Stuart's black hair, wrapping his own fingers tightly within it instead. He drew his head back and off his brother's dick, letting it fall free of the cheetah's hungry lips with a reluctant slurp. Stuart was panting, drawing in rapid breaths only to expel them in moans and gasps every time Ryan's hips rolled forward and his dick buried itself in him.
"You like the taste of my brother's dick, you little slut?" Ryan asked Stuart with his eyes on his brother, the cheetah quivering when he heard the familiar voice in his ear. Stuart turned his head, showing that his face was soaked with what smelled like his brother's cum. It was all over his muzzle and cheeks, matting the fur, still looking as though it was wet... As if it'd never been given a chance to dry in the first place. The second thing he noticed was the prick that cheetah had been gorging himself on only moments ago.
Ryan hadn't expected his brother to be just as big as he was, easily nine inches long, maybe ten with a heavy set of musky balls hanging beneath it. It was standing proud and full, slick with the cheetah's saliva and it's own cum. As his eyes trailed from his brother's dick to the rest of his body, he saw his brother's body in a light he never had before. Gone were the black, baggy clothes and loose t-shirts that obscured his body and made him look thinner than he was. He wasn't nearly as filled out as Ryan, but for someone that still had a few years to grow he was pretty damned toned.
"Y-Yes." Stuart moaned out, his hands grasping at Cole's thighs as Ryan's thrusts grew more and more insistent, threatening to scoot him across the carpet and into his brother's lap. Stuart dug his claws into the floor for purchase, focusing every bit of his dwindling energy into holding still for as long as he could. Cole watched in silence as Ryan pulled back on Stuart's hair, making him cry out as he felt a fresh batch of seed fill his ass for what was at least the sixth or eighth time that day.
He'd long since lost the ability to keep track after the third time Cole had held him down and mounted him, and by the time Ryan had claimed him once more he barely had the brain power to remind himself to breath, and suck on command. Ryan's cum ran down Stuart's ass cheeks, mixing with his brother's as he drew himself out of the cheetah's rump and rose up to his feet with his hand still wrapped in the male's black hair. Ryan hadn't even broken a sweat, but he'd just about broken their new playmate. Stuart's eyes were squeezed closed, his body mainly supported by the hand tangled in it's hair rather than his own power.
"Why don't you finish'm then?" Ryan spoke again, pushing Stuart's face right back into his brother's lap. He had to guide the cheetah's head, using his hair like a set of reins to coax his muzzle into the right position. His brother let out a satisfied purr as the lips came upon his drooling cock again, suckling at his dick like a cub at it's mother's tit. Ryan watched his brother and the sucking cheetah intently, waiting for the moment that he knew would he coming, any second now...
He heard it before he saw it, the lion's breath catching in his throat as his orgasm hit. Cole sunk his claws into the edge of the bed and the floor, moaning and yet still holding himself back as if he were afraid of someone a cabin over hearing them. Ryan pulled Stuart off the dick but didn't pull him further than that, holding his face in front of his brother's cock as it painted his face in forceful, plentiful spurts of thick cum. There was no way that the cheetah could walk in public, not now or anytime soon, not without everyone that came within twenty feet knowing that he was the property of a pair of lions.
As soon as Ryan let go of Stuart's hair, the cheetah fell to the floor in a heap of matted fur and semen, looking as though he was either unconscious or damn close to it. The brothers' eyes turned from the other cat to each other, darting every so often from their faces to their bodies. If it weren't for a few inches in height, a little muscle and the dye in Cole's mane the two of them could be near identical. In a few years they'd be nigh indistinguishable from one another.
"I said I'd be back for'm, you know. How am I supposed to fuck'm now?" Ryan asked, his words slurring slightly from the tequila tainting his tongue.
"You told me to take care of'm." Cole responded in a slur with a smug smirk, reaching out a foot to prod the spent cat resting on the floor between them. "Looks pretty well taken care of to me."
"How many times did you fuck him anyways?" Ryan asked, glancing from his brother to oblivious body on the floor.
"Who fucking counts?" Cole asked with a laugh as he reached back across the bed to grab a mini bottle of tequila off the nightstand behind him. The bed was an absolute disaster, littered with torn blankets with the pillows nowhere in sight.
"He sure likes taking it in the ass. Never got that stuff, but you get a guy like that and he'll ride you until he can't even walk anymore. Or talk. Or... " Ryan paused as he nudged the feline with his foot, as if he were poking him with a stick to see if he was still among the living.
"Me either... But seein' the way he was acting makes me wonder what it feels like." Cole's eyes swept over his brother's body again, lingering on the big, wet cock still hanging out of his sheath. For a moment, for a dirty, sinful moment he thought of what it might be like to have it inside of him... Hammering away, pounding on his ass like he'd been using the cheetah only minutes before. He could see it so clearly in his mind if only for that passing moment, a flash of the filthiest and hottest picture he'd ever used his imagination to paint.
"You want to find out?" Ryan asked with a cocky grin, the words causing Cole to choke on the liquor passing down his throat.
"What?" He gasped out as the tequila burned his throat, hunching forward as he coughed without paying too much attention to anything else. His brother stepped forward while he was hunched over, the drunken, horny lion grabbing a handful of his black mane while pulling him forward a few inches. By the time Cole's eyes had focused again, they were centered on a dick that was less than an inch from his nose. He drew in a slow breath through it, and from this close he couldn't smell anything but the powerful musk of he and his brother, the purest form of their scent that permeated the mixed cum on his wet dick.
"You want me to fuck you?" Ryan asked, his brother's eyes ticking from the prick in front of him to the panting mess that was still right where they'd left it on the floor. Then he looked back up to his brother, one of the better looking males he'd set his eyes upon since he'd started dating only a year or so ago. He'd never had anyone inside of him before, but if it made Stuart like he was... Well, that was sure as hell something he wanted to feel.
One, single lick across his brother's limp prick. That's all it took to get him throbbing, to make him gasp in surprise, to make his confident exterior falter for a second. Ryan let his mane go, and when he did, Cole rose up to his feet and turned his back on his brother without looking behind him once. He walked on his knees across the bed, feeling himself grow hard as he reached the center and leaned forward with his hands grasping at the remains of the covers around him. His tail curled upwards and fell to one side, a small tuft of black fur on the end hanging above his backside like a garnish for his ass.
What man would need more of a signal than that? His brother climbed up on the bed behind him, then onto his back, causing him to shiver as he felt the body positioning itself above him. When would it come? When would he feel his brother's dick pushing at his virgin ass? That was the only thought that ran through his mind, repeating every second as his brother's hands roamed over his sides, his hips, his firm, tan ass. He shivered as his brother's fangs rooted through his mane and found the scruff of his neck, seizing it up like he was a lioness in heat to be taken and bred.
There wasn't any turning back from that point, only seconds before the dick smeared with his own cum pressed against his asshole. He could swear he could feel the tips of his brother's claws nipping at his hips, his strong hands holding his ass in place as he lined himself up. Then there it was, a moment that came and passed so quickly he didn't even have time to react while it happened. The pressure built on his ass then inside of it as his pucker gave way to another male for the first time, unable to stand before the prick battering against it.
His brother wasted no time, using the excellent lube on his prick to shove all he had to offer into the body beneath him until their balls were resting against one another. One moment he was a virgin, at least in one way, the next he had ten inches of lion cock filling him with a feeling that was hard to place with words. It hurt like hell, yet at the same time it felt as though with the pain came a wonderful feeling of being stretched out. Along with it came a warmth, not unlike one he'd felt when hot shower water ran across his tailhole, but so much deeper than he'd ever felt before.
He wanted to scream his pleasure out, to yell, to roar, but his mind was so flooded with impulses that all he could do was gasp and moan as his brother drew back his hips. Before he'd even realized his brother was moving again, he'd already begun to push right back in, settling into a quick and forceful rut that would be rough for someone that wasn't a virgin.
No more smart remarks or teasing, no more trying to get a rise out of his older brother. Cole was reduced to a mewling, gasping sex kitten, a fuck toy to be used by his brother in the same way they'd used the cat on their floor. He wasn't a brother at that moment, just a piece of ass for Ryan to stick his dick into and nothing more. His mind passed over memories of times he'd screwed guys just like his brother was screwing him now, only this time he was thinking of himself in the place of the male on the receiving end.
Was this what it had been like? Was this what he'd been missing out on that entire time, what he'd never tried because of his own pride? The thoughts melted away, trailing off and dwindling until there was just one remaining. Push back. Cole tried weakly to push himself back against his brother's hips, trying to get the big dick just a little bit further, just a little bit deeper into his ass than it had gotten on the thrust before.
He could barely move even as he tried to force his muscles to rock his body back, but that was just fine by Ryan. The older male was holding his ass up with his hands, pulling it back and shoving it forward in time with the dick bobbing in and out of cole's body. It was there before he knew it was even coming, sending his mind spinning like a top. His orgasm slammed him harder than a Mack truck as for the first time he came without even having a damned thing touching his dick.
The cum shot across the long since ruined sheets beneath him and his body tightened up as he lifted his head and let out the loudest roar that had ever left his lips. It was vicious and primal, tinged with lust and the raw energy that only came out when every nerve in one's body was on fire. His brother yanked back on the scruff of his neck a few moments later and growled in a dominant, almost threatening tone as his dick slammed into Cole one last time before his own peak.
Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe it was just that he was feeling things for the first time, but to Cole... It felt like his brother was going to fill him. The torrent of hot seed that poured forth from his body was unreal, a heat that spread all over spots in his body he never knew he could feel before. Every so often at irregular intervals his brother's hips would jerk back and then immediately forward again, edging his dick just a little bit deeper than it had been before. By the time the teeth finally let go of his scruff, Cole didn't have anything left, not a single bit of energy to do anything but breathe. He fell forward onto the bed as soon as his brother let him go, his mind awash with physical sensations, emotions, and new feelings that were budding for the first time.
As Ryan eased down on top of him from behind and wrapped his arms around him, Cole felt his ears glow a rosy shade of red. Being wrapped up in the arms of a male, a powerful male that had just taken him... It was a feeling he felt he could get used to. When his brother finally broke the breathless silence between them, he murmured just a few words that had Cole both eager and a little frightened at the same time.
"In five minutes... I'm going to fuck you again." As a shiver traced down Cole's spine, he thought of the fate of the cat on the floor again... That of someone so lost to lust and being taken that they let it consume them, to the point where all they knew was want and desire, a need unlike any other. How many times would his brother use him tonight? How many times would he feel his seed spilling into his body? How many times would he lose himself in Ryan's arms? Cole didn't have any of the answers, not a single one... But he was eager to learn them.