Doubling the act means doubling the fun!
Doubling the act means doubling the fun!
Written by Klesk Vadrigaar
There he was, same as every week. Working the center stage in between his two fellow performers, wowing the crowds and making a tidy profit for both himself and the club. In the dark void of heat, sweat, thumping dance music and raw sexual want, patrons screamed and held aloft both drink and dollar for him. He rewarded their praise by executing another lewd dance move, grabbing the pole and grinding his taut, muscular ass against it while the lights bathed his Adonis body. While the objective may have been for him to entertain the crowd, it was clear no one was having more fun than he. That much could be determined from the drunk, gleaming grin on his muzzle, the silent gasping as he flexed and let the sweat roll down his body, and the way his cock bounced hard and wanting with each move.
For the one currently nursing a cocktail at the bar, it was a sight that still proved to be hard to look away from, despite him having watched the lion perform every night for the last two weeks. He felt he should do something, well, something other than leer that is, but sadly the giant feline had him under his spell just as he did the rest of the crowd. Had he been anyone else, the fellow lion watching from the back would not have blamed himself for being so enthralled. The one on stage was indeed a perfect example of why their species was deemed the rightful rulers of all animals. Covered in golden yellow fur, he stood a fine 9 feet tall, and boasted the type of muscles that would've won him first prize at any bodybuilder tournament. Heck, often times, the one watching had to ponder why his fellow feline HADN'T gone on the bodybuilding circuit. It had to be a better way of gaining recognition than this place, and he certainly put as much work in towards making himself a titan of all.
Sipping at the strong booze in his glass, the onlooker sighed and begged himself not to react as the lion leaned forward towards his audience. He was adorned only with a leather strap around his cock for people to slide money into. Clothes were never really his preference and indeed it was very unlikely there was much available that would fit him, so the feline just went with being naked. It seemed to please him letting everyone see what a gorgeous hunk he was, and the strategic placing of his money band only sweetened the deal, as evidenced by the forest of bills it was struggling to maintain. Still, those watching him seemed to think he could still do with some more tips, as one such individual managed to get his paw above the rabble and wave another buck under the feline's nose. Grinning warmly, the lion let go of the pole and grabbed his mighty dick, holding it within reach so the gasping patron could show his appreciation. Even from all the way in the back, the other lion could see the brief contact between the patron's paw and his idol's flesh was too much for him, as he promptly dropped the dollar he was hold and let himself wilt against the stage in the bliss of orgasm.
Rather than be offended, this only pleased the lion more. He picked up the offered money and slid it in with the rest, before kneeling to lift the panting male's head up and give him a gentle kiss.
The other lion felt his paw tighten around his glass. He tried to tell himself it was done out of anger, but silently he knew it was actually jealousy. When the feline on stage then let his worshiper have a moment to nuzzle into his pecs, his onlooker had to quickly put the glass down lest he shatter it. His fellow feline was only doing what was to be expected. Those that came to this place wanted to feel special, and so he was making them feel special, but while the patron may have looked thankful for such effort as he was pushed back into the crowd, the onlooker just felt hideously envious. He tried to tell himself it was wrong to feel such, but his body just replied with a subtle 'yeah right'.
It was strange, really, as well as frustrating that the one on the stage could invoke such strong emotions in the one gazing at him from afar. For starters the latter was almost as buff and handsome as the former, as fine a specimen of lionhood as the one he gazed so lustfully at. Really the only thing that set the lion on the stage apart from the one watching him was the former just seemed to have that little bit more to push him up another level. While the latter may have had a huge and chiseled chest, the former boasted pecs that were so big, perfectly round, and swelled out so far and wide that they almost were like tits. The only evidence to prove otherwise is that each bounce and flex showed they were made of pure steely meat, and also on his left, the lion had a nice and busty lioness herm bouncing her own enormous rack about for comparison. Nevertheless, for those who had the pleasure to compare and contrast, such pecs were the most beautiful they'd ever beheld, and fittingly each was capped with a thumb sized nipple to make them even more perfect.
Growling and wincing, the lion watching from the back realized he was now pawing at his shirt; the sight of his fellow kitty's chest had yet again driven his body to tend to its needs without waiting for the mind's permission first. Stopping his paw, he tried to focus on a different part of the performer's body...except of course every other part presented the same problem of being similarly above the bar.
Where other lions typically boasted a thick, shoulder length mane, the one on stage was flinging about locks of solid bronze that fell down to his waist. While many a predatory feline would be content with having a normal sized maleness, they'd find themselves paling if ever compared to the length of the one showing himself off. Now fully erect, the pink cock reached up to the lion's slavering lips, smacking against them and his chest to leave sticky spurts of pre everywhere. Below it, the feline's bowling ball sized testes jostled and sloshed heavily in their sac, as if begging for someone to please tend to them. Briefly the one watching from the back felt the urge to volunteer but then violently stamped it out. Of all the folks gathered he had the least reason to complain, seeing as he'd been similarly blessed in the crotch department. Still though, being as well endowed did not stop the drool from forming on his mouth as he kept watching that monolith of meat bounce and sway as its owner thrust it in everyone's' faces.
Finally the music came to an end, and the lion looked as disappointed as his audience that his part was now over. With an apologetic nod to the morphs around the stage, he turned to the DJ booth and narrowed his eyes in expectation.
"Ain't he something folks? Let's give it up again for the studly Samson! Don't worry though, he and our other lovely dancers will be back after the break so don't go anywhere yet!"
The audience needed no convincing, and Samson seemed pleased that he would be allowed to wow them again later. Turning to leave the stage he paused as the curtains parted and looked back at his adoring public. Flicking his tail up he gave them a nice, teasing flex of his butt, and held his head high as the screams of approval rocked the club.
With the object of his desire now gone, the lion at the bar finally found the will to turn around and get back to his drink, downing the potent mixture in one gulp and signaling the bartender for another. He hoped that perhaps, if he couldn't conquer his raging lust on his own, then maybe a few hits of intoxication would help him.
"You know, I always hope to see a few familiar faces around here, but I never thought one of them would be my own brother."
The lion promptly felt his throat seize up, causing him to spill most of his next drink all over himself. Sputtering and coughing for air, he whipped around and came face to face with both the best and worst image he'd ever seen.
"Hello, Titus." Samson said while slipping on a pair of shades.
The lion sputtered some more, felt his nose burn from the alcohol he'd accidentally inhaled. Seeing his dear sibling was obviously going to need a moment, Samson signaled for the bartender to bring over a few napkins.
"Damn Sam, every time I think you've done the hottest show yet you top yourself! Anything I can get for our star?" The young dalmatian queried as he handed the requested items to Titus.
"Just water please. I gotta stay clean for the next show." The giant lion smiled. Blushing heavily, the spotted canine slapped a bottle onto the counter and looked to be on the verge of orgasm when Samson put it between his pecs and squeezed just enough to pop the top off.
"Make sure you start a tab for Tina and the others. I think I've made enough tonight to cover us all." The lion replied as his lioness walked by. Nodding profusely, the bartender ran to serve her, leaving Titus to clean his face off and slowly get his breath back.
"Sam...Samson...this, this isn't what you think." He finally said, though as Samson looked disbelievingly at him over his sunglasses, Titus only found his embarrassment increasing.
"Somehow I doubt that. Don't think that just because you've been sitting here in the back every night means I haven't been able to spot you. The stage affords me quite a view."
Despite having now mopped most of the alcohol off him, Titus still found himself sputtering. The impact that his night time gazing had not gone unnoticed was now merging with the anguish that his brother was standing next to him in naught but his fur, leading to a winning combination that rendered his voice perfectly useless. If there was to be any mercy, it was that Samson didn't seem to mind waiting for a response.
"Gotta admit, I never imagined my charm would have the same effect on family as it does on the random rabble." The bigger lion finally mused, if for no other reason than to break the silence as his brother finally found his tongue.
"I...you...I...that's not...." Titus bit down on the spasming muscle in his maw, as if to punish it for failing him. He tried again to form a cohesive sentence but by that point Samson was drinking freely from his water, letting it spill gratuitously all over his chest. The sight of such beautiful musculature being glazed in cool, refreshing wetness promptly killed the smaller lion's voice again.
Finishing his drink, Samson wiped his mouth and set the bottle down, looking back to his sibling and noting he now seemed to be turning blue as if asphyxiating.
"Bro?...Hey, bro, easy there, I didn't mean anything by that."
Titus gasped and hocked like he had a hairball stuck in his throat. He didn't really, but he hoped the violent forcing would kick his vocal chords back into working. A paw gently gripped his shoulder, coaxing him to look over and see Samson was again peering at him over his shades, only now with concern.
"Come on, calm down."
Though he felt his means of communicating were still inoperative, Titus ceased with his abuse and settled back from the bar.
"Breathe...."
The smaller lion drew a heavy breath, then another. The flow of oxygen back into his system seemed to settle him.
"Okay, let's try this in a different way. Did Mom send you here?"
The indicative tone from his sibling brought a fresh wave of frustration, but Titus felt his head was clearing, and amazingly he could finally speak again.
"No. She knows nothing about this. I've been coming of my own free will."
Samson smiled. "And, how the hell did you find out I work here?"
Titus looked appalled. "You left a matchbook from this place on my kitchen table when you last came over for lunch. I've had...inklings of what you might be getting up to previously, but that gave me a definite avenue to check out."
Samson looked to the bowl of similar matchbooks on the bar counter, then the cartons of cigarettes sitting behind them. A heavily embarrassed blush came over his features.
"Well, guess that's another reason for me to quit smoking then." He meeped. Titus looked infuriated.
"You shouldn't be here either! I mean...just...why? Why the hell are you here!?"
Now Samson looked shocked. His brother had quite the roar on him, and despite being the bigger of the two, he still felt himself quake whenever Titus decided to use it.
"Because....I enjoy it? Because I get good benefits here, the crowd loves me, the managers love how much business I bring in, and I make enough to live off of?"
Titus looked to the giant mass of money still strapped around his brother's erection. It sickened him as much as it aroused him, especially when Samson noticed a few drops of pre in danger of soaking the bills and leaned forward to lick his cock clean.
"But this? Debasing yourself to this level just so a bunch of drunken hobos can ogle and scream at you?"
Samson paused in his self-love, gazing at his brother with just a hint of anger. He sucked hard on his tender cockhead to help quell the fire within him, drinking some more pre before licking his lips and speaking again.
"First off, the clientele that frequent this place are all perfectly respectable people who just want to have a good time. I've met with plenty of them and been treated quite nicely. If you don't believe me just go ask Rob, the bouncer at the door. He'll tell you he's rarely ever had to throw anyone out for getting too rowdy with me, or any of my fellow dancers for that matter."
Titus looked skeptical.
"Second off, I distinctly remember several nights where you yourself started getting into the same spirit after having a few too many drinks, so before you go looking down on the others here, remember you're including yourself in that number, bro."
Titus sadly did not have a response to that. Actually he didn't really have a response to any of the arguments his sibling had put forth thus far, so fair and logical as they were. He immediately felt worse off for it.
"But still, you used to have such high aspirations. The Mr. Olympia title, opening your own fitness center, why are you wasting your potential here?"
Looking to the cigarettes again, Samson sighed and signaled the dalmatian that he was going to need one after all.
"Dad's death put a few things into perspective for me. Bitterly so, if I may say."
The bigger lion stuck a light and murred as the scent of tobacco filled his nostrils. "I had a look at his medical records after the funeral, saw what he had to do to himself in order to win all those bodybuilder competitions. You know how long he was essentially killing himself for his cause?"
Titus lost a bit of his ire.
"Heat damage, nervous system damage, having to endure severe dehydration just so his definition would be perfect, the stuff you have to do to make yourself look good is horrifying."
Titus looked to the burning cigarette in his brother's paw. Catching the drift, Samson took a puff and sighed.
"Yeah I know this does me no favors either, but I only have one on the occasion, and compared to what Dad did to himself, that's a pretty small vice." Samson looked over his ballooning pecs, giving them a bounce and then flexing his titanic arms. "The rest of this, much like you, is all honed from working out in the right way. We've kept ourselves properly nourished, we don't abuse medicines and we don't push ourselves past our limits."
Titus' winced as he thought back to their times in the gym together, how he and Samson would go at their own pace to get results, and leave when they know they'd done enough, whereas their father would spend hours upon hours trying to make himself look even better than his children. Silently, the smaller lion had to ponder if the constant, strained expression he remembered his father wore when he did his weights was just from exertion, or from actual pain.
"Dad was doing what he loved though..." Titus said quietly. Samson nodded.
"Yes he was, but the sacrifices he made to fulfill his dream...well, frankly I have to wonder whether he'd still be around if he set his sights in a different direction."
The bigger lion blew a ring of smoke into the air, contemplating its swirling mirth as it vanished into nothingness. Titus likewise felt his own loathing ebb away as he considered his brother's words.
"So yeah, while I may have wanted to follow in his footsteps when I was younger, knowing what I now know is required to excel...well...the glory would be nice, but it's not what would make me happy. This..." He gestured to the crowded club. "This is where I can still get the appreciation, the high from showing off what I worked so hard to achieve, and yet I don't have to kill myself for it. Here I am happy with what I do...and I don't have to worry about harming myself physically, or depriving Mom, and you of another family member."
And Titus promptly found himself on the ropes again, bowled over by the impact of his brother's concern and the worrying gaze he gave him. Below his eyes, the smaller lion could see his reflection in Samson's sunglasses, looking so likewise in need of his sibling.
"Sam...what are you talking about?" Titus bleated. It was a stupid question, but he still felt it had to be asked. Taking a longer drag on his cigarette, Samson let it hang for a moment.
"Not going to lie, bro, I've missed you terribly since I moved out on my own, and now that Dad's gone it's only gotten worse. Family has always meant everything to me, and while I know we all have to make our own lives, it still hurts at times to be apart from you." Another drag, and Samson blew more smoke into the rafters. "As such, I knew I had to let the dream of being a champion bodybuilder go. Nothing is worth the cost of your life or leaving the ones you love. I went out in search of a different avenue that I could fall in love with and thus here we are. Yeah it may not be what some may deem glorious, but to me, it's all I could want right now."
Seeing his sibling lay such revelation out, Titus felt the spark of admiration burn itself back into his heart. That ever present tingle that had always been with him when the two were growing up suddenly fanned back into existence as he again remembered why he and Samson had been so close. They both had the same drive to succeed, and had been there to help each other realize their goals. If one fell, the other was there to get them back up. The time they'd spent together had been special indeed, and to have it finally end is what had largely driven Titus to seek his brother out once he knew what he'd been up to. It had also been why he'd found his chosen line of work to be so disagreeable, but the smaller lion had long since forgotten about that.
Just as well really because Samson had a fitting follow up to punch it right back into the conversation.
"I actually kind of hope that was why you keep coming back here night after night."
Titus promptly stood up and rounded on his sibling. "WHAT?"
Again that piercing, disgruntled stare, the means by which Samson had always been able to end any argument between him and his brother. Complimenting it by blowing some smoke in Titus' face he got the smaller feline to back off.
"Come on bro, be honest. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm up on the stage, how you're looking at me now. You're not here because you want to try talking me out of what I do, are you?"
Titus' mouth felt dry. Briefly he contemplated signaling for another drink, but feared delaying his response would only incur his brother's anger. He looked to those deep, leonine eyes, perched so skillfully above the dark lenses, seeing in them the same strength and the same love that had always let him know he could confide anything in his brother.
With a resigned hang of his head, Titus turned away. The answer was clear enough, he didn't need to add to his shame by saying it.
"Do you really get as aroused as everyone else from watching me?" Samson pushed. Even if the question was now rhetorical, he still wanted an answer, wanted his brother to stop beating around the bush and finally just come clean.
Titus leaned against the bar, letting his mane shield his face from view. Sadly he still seemed hesitant to admit anything, so Samson took another drag on his cigarette, smoking it down to the butt.
"Sam...I..."
The bigger lion paused.
"I....Well so what if I do?" Titus flung his mane back and glared at his brother. It was an admirable attempt to take the higher ground, but as Samson stubbed out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray he knew his sibling was about to get the shock of his life.
"If you do, then frankly that's pretty freaking awesome." The bigger lion said, neatly exhaling the smoke from his lungs then reaching over to grab Titus shoulder as he fell backwards.
"I...Well I...you...wait, what!?"
"I think it's wonderful you find me that hot." Samson said. Gently he brought his sibling back up to a sitting position, loving the way Titus' face scrambled though the mirth of denial, bewilderment, and incredulous. "I'm just curious, how long have you thought about me that way?"
Titus looked to the paw on his shoulder, watching it gently squeeze his thick, chorded muscles. His eyes burned as he felt tears well up in them, not out of sadness, but relief. The truth was out there, his dirty little secret had been revealed, yet rather than be offended, Samson was actually keen to know more.
"How long? Uhhh...I don't know for sure. A couple years maybe? I just....as I did the normal thing of dating folk, sleeping with them and all that, I noticed the ones that really caught my interests all had something in common with you, be it species, gender, physique...whatever."
Samson leaned in, ears perked to catch every word. The fact that he was so interested gave Titus strength.
"I guess I've been missing you badly too. It's been great to be out on my own, finding a job, friends and making a life for myself, but without you I've always felt there's been a void."
A wide, happy smile carved itself across Samson's muzzle. Boldly he opened his mouth and licked his brother's nose, relishing how Titus sighed in utter ecstasy from how it felt.
"So, there you have it. I have wholly unnatural feelings for you, and I'm here because this affords me a means to indulge in them...somewhat." Titus sighed as he reached up to rub the paw on his shoulder. "Guess now I gotta ask...what do we do about it?"
Another more forceful, yet rather pleasurable squeeze brought the smaller lion to look up and notice his brother was baring teeth, not out of malice but rather in that Cheshire like way that cats were apt to when they were up to something.
"Well, a thoughtful discussion would probably help, but first I have a rather more wild idea. Just to see how strongly you have the hots for me." His eyes moved to the stage as his teeth gleamed cunningly. "I gotta get back to wowing the crowd now. What do you say to joining me?"
Both paws clenched as Titus nearly fell over a second time.
"Whaaaat? Me...with you...up on the stage?"
The nod he got made Titus' head swim.
"Uhhhh, I don't think I'm really dressed for that, am I?"
Samson looked at his sibling's very plain attire and laughed uproariously. "Bro, it's a strip club! We can easily amend that."
Swallowing hard, the smaller lion voiced his second concern. "I'm not much of a dancer either."
Samson did have to concede that point. "True, but like me you DO have natural rhythm. Just let me guide you and it'll be fine." Getting the smaller lion back to his feet, he assumed a more serious air. "That's of course if you want to. I'm not going to force you to do anything."
Taking another swallow, Titus considered his options. The prospect terrified him, but at the same time, hearing his brother voice such support for him had stoked a vicious fire in his core. After so many nights of just pondering on his feelings, Titus so badly wanted to act on them.
"I...I guess if I've come this far, I can't stop now. If you really want me to perform with you then I must do as you ask." He smiled, only to then reach up and place a paw over his brother's muzzle when Samson leaned in. "Though if you're going to kiss me, can you pop a breath mint first? The cigarette smell is a little strong with you."
From behind his impromptu gag, Samson let rip with another laugh.
"All the more reason to quit then." He signaled to the bartender who slid a packet of mints over. Tossing two of them in his mouth he took his brother's paw and lead him away from the bar.
"Tina, we're going to do things a little differently for this one. Mind sitting it out for me?"
From where she was seated, the lioness smiled knowingly. "Not at all, handsome. Was hoping you'd finally convince that cutie to give us a show."
Titus arched a very bewildered eyebrow but Samson just held a finger to his lips. Taking him to the backstage area, the bigger lion bid his sibling to wait, then rushed off to the DJ booth.
Now left to his own devices, Titus immediately felt himself be assaulted by second thoughts, which then got reinforcements in the form of stage fright. He noted that Samson was still sporting quite a beautiful hard-on and pondered if he should work himself up to the same state. Of course, if he did, that would make it very uncomfortable in his pants, and probably ruin the eventual reveal. Maybe if he took his pants off? No, Samson would probably want him to wait till he was on stage for that. Crap, what if the music wasn't to his liking? Or he wasn't able to keep with the beat?
Feeling his paws turn clammy, Titus uneasily shifted about till at last his brother returned.
"Ready?" Samson asked as he removed his sunglasses.
"Provided you take the lead, cause I'm going to need some serious help." The smaller lion weakly replied. He offered his paw again and let himself be pulled through the curtain, past the point of no return.
"And once again, ladies and gentleman, let's welcome back our star, Samson! Joining him tonight, for his premier performance is fellow leonine titan, Titus! A round of applause for this special double act!"
The lights, the heat, the thunderous clapping and the overwhelming musk all hit Titus simultaneously. Like he'd just climbed into a car that was being used for hotboxing, the smaller lion felt like he was on an instant high as well as in danger of asphyxiating again. He grabbed for Samson's other paw, felt his knees give out under him, and welcomed the cushion of hot, bare muscle that gently broke his fall. Now fearful he'd just made an ass of himself, Titus looked up at his brother, only to be met with a ruffle of his mane.
"Shhh, don't worry bro, I've got you. Just like I always have." The bigger lion whispered as the music started up. Titus' ears twitched as the beats tickled his memory. He knew this track, had heard it many times back when...
"Is this...Sash's "I Believe" ? " He meeped, looking around as if in a daze.
"Duh, how could I forget the one track you always requested whenever we hit the clubs during our teens? If there's any tune I know you can follow, this has to be it!"
Closing his eyes, Titus stilled his breath as he listened. Just as Samson's support had given him strength, the familiar melody of electric pianos and hard bass drums steeled his confidence. He knew he could do this, for himself, and for his brother.
"Now, shall we dance?" Samson asked, before taking his brother into a spin. Titus gasped as he was promptly sent for another fall, but no sooner had Samson swept him off his feet than he was holding him in his arms, still smiling so lovingly at him. Cool, minty breath brushed across the smaller lion's muzzle as he was brought back up and held close to his sibling. Even through the barrier of his clothes, he could still feel the heat of Samson's cock, the diamond hardness of his body, the intoxication of his musk. When the bigger lion went in for the kiss he'd previous been denied, Titus did not stop him. Even as the audience cheered and screamed they ceased to matter for the smaller lion. The welcome rejoin between him and the lion he loved, that was what was important. That was all that mattered right now.
As the tempo rose for the first big crescendo, Samson broke and twirled his brother around so he wound up facing the stage's center pole. Grabbing it, Titus pressed his face to the cold metal and growled as he felt a monstrous cock grind against his butt. His pants quickly became soaked as pre dripped onto them, yet all the lion could do was moan. This was no longer something he was doing because he wanted to, it was now because he needed to. As he'd stated before there had been a void in his life without his brother, and now, finally he was finding the means to fill it in.
The song crashed past its first peak, and this time Titus spun of his own accord, grabbing his brother's head and kissing him again. The slower rhythm beckoned the entry of tongues, and so both felines licked ravenously at each other's maw, their paws going for each other's chests.
"I...am enjoying this way too much, I think." Titus said breathlessly once they'd parted.
"I take that as a compliment then." Samson replied, licking his brother's maw. Titus trailed his fingers across his sibling's giant, melon like pecs, feeling himself tremble in envy as yet again he experienced just how firm and meaty they were.
"You have the best damn pecs ever, Sam. Seriously, I can't get enough of how gorgeous they are." He leaned down to kiss the striated muscles, getting a bat to the nose as Samson flexed and moaned in response.
"All the better then. They're really sensitive too and I...mmm...fucking love having them felt up!" Samson replied. A tongue was applied to his fat nipple, making the giant lion raise his arms and flex his whole body. It helped spread the pleasure through his muscles, as well as give the audience something more to leer at.
Sadly such intimate play was cut short by the song building up to its next big chord, though not soon enough for Samson to extend his claws and sink through his sibling's shirt.
"Though don't be putting yourself down, bro. You're a damn sexy stud too." He whispered, loving the way Titus positively wilted as claws grazed through his fur. "So why don't you do everyone a favor and take off your shirt?"
The claws were withdrawn, and Titus had to whine. He'd rather hoped Samson could help him with that, but the bigger lion was now cutting a few poses for the audience, deliberately keeping his paws to himself. It was agony to now have the intimacy cease soon as it had begun, but the music was playing up and he still had the pole to himself. With a very feral roar, Titus threw off his jacket and tore his shirt clean off.
"Atta boy, bro. Atta boy!" Samson happily cheered as his brother threw his clothes into the audience and grabbed the pole. The baring of his torso had done little to dispel the heat burning him up, but Titus found that to be a welcome twist. It felt good to sweat, to flex his might around the steel bar and hear it sizzle as he smothered it in his muscles. At the next crescendo he leaned back and let himself sway around the pole, letting himself be viewed from all angles. To his surprise, more money began to fly at him from the audience, giving him pause when he considered he didn't have any means of collecting it. Looking to Samson, he swallowed as the giant lion just grinned and tore the money cuff off his cock to let his own tips spill onto the pile.
"We'll divide it up between us later. Right now, just try to keep the flow going."
Titus tried to silently express that Samson didn't need to be so generous. Samson's response was to grab the pole with his brother and keep the two swaying. The smaller lion gulped as his brother's massive dick was shoved in his face, but upon smelling its musky aroma and getting a splash of pre over his features he wrapped an arm around the tree trunk like length and began sucking away. The cock tasted clean, as one would expect with a feline, but also smelled so fragrant. While there were the usual scents of maleness and virility, there was also something Titus hadn't expected: a very entrancing smell of familiarity. Taking a big whiff, the lion murred desperately as he sucked harder and gulped down the pre. While he'd have enjoyed it whomever it belonged to, knowing this was his brother's penis, an extension of the one he loved more than anyone else in the world, it left Titus with a hunger worse than any he'd ever known. Much like being on the stage, he realized this was something he needed, to finally show his affection to the one who deserved it more than anyone else.
"Holy fuck, bro! God, your mouth....mmm...I never thought you'd be so good at this!" Samson cried as he let his sway slacken, allowing him and Titus to sink to the ground.
Licking and kiss the spurting slit, Titus let it splash his face with more warm offerings as he looked up at his brother.
"Well duh, Samson. As I said, I've dated before, and had plenty of opportunity to practice."
Feeling his butt hit the stage, Titus let go of the pole so he could focus solely on the hot cock before him. Though the taste and scent were pleasing enough, he soon felt a paw reaching for his ear, skritching him on that little sweet spot hidden in his mane.
"Well still...if I'd known...I'd have been happy to let you wrap your lips around my cock a long time ago."
The frank, yet dirty choice of words made Titus tremble with all manner of curious shocks. Kissing down the length of the penis, he moved to the big heading testes, hanging hot and waiting in their gold furred sack.
"Maybe I should have done that. I mean, fuck, this giant thing is so damn gorgeous. Gahhh, I'm going to get addicted to this, to your whole fucking beautiful body."
The skritching ceased and the paw left his head. Casting a confused eye around his brother's shaft, Titus saw Samson was now looking at him with a pleased expression, which also belied just a little disappointment.
"As hot as it is to hear that, you're again putting yourself down."
Titus played his tongue across his brother's balls, letting their flavor fill his mouth and soften the shock as he was pushed away, then coaxed to stand up.
"You're just as beautiful, and I want to likewise get a hunger for you!" Samson soothed as he unbuttoned his sibling's pants and gave them a firm, vicious tug. Titus stumbled as the denim tore away, letting his cock spring out of his boxers. A blush crossed his features as the fat manhood smacked him hard in the face, but Samson was quick to stand and kiss away the pain. "There you are. There's the sweet stud I remember."
The blush grew worse as Titus stepped out of his pants. Ripping his boxers in two, he threw them into the audience as well and did a slow spin on the stage, letting the screams of lust and want infused into him as everyone beheld him in his full, naked glory.
"Do you feel...like this when you come out here? Like a god being worshipped by everyone?" He breathlessly asked.
"I do. It's part of why I know this is the right place for me." Samson replied, pride ringing with each word. He walked up and hugged his brother from behind, murring in thanks that there were no longer any barriers in the way. He could again appreciate his beloved sibling as he wanted to. "I take it you're having fun then?"
Cooing as those muscular and yet so gentle paws rubbed through his front, Titus moaned and leaned back to kiss his brother again.
"Yeah. This...this feels really good. It's like I'm finally getting to shout out my true feelings, and it's such a relief."
The paws massaged his pecs, pinching the nipples and making them hard. Titus moaned again as his rock solid abs were caressed next. He crunched them and felt his body burn with desire as Samson traced through the clefts with his claws.
"It shows how brave you are too, bro. Not many others would have the balls to admit such feelings."
As if to punctuate his point, both of Samson's paws then grabbed his brother's throbbing shaft. Pumping it slowly, torturously so, he relished the cries of Titus' contentment. His fingers were soon soaked with pre as the smaller lion began to flow like a river, dripping all over the stage as he began to thrust into Samson's grasp.
"With you around....gahhh...how could I not be? You've...grrrr...always been there to back me up." Titus wailed as he felt himself approaching orgasm. His eyes welled up with tears as he heard the audience cry for more. Money continued to be hurled at the two felines as they groped and fondled each other, finding such wonder, such comfort in their bodies.
Folding his arms behind his head, Titus flexed again for his viewers, nuzzling against his biceps as they swelled and flared with power that could shame even a god. Even if he was a natural hunk, he felt stronger than ever as his body rippled, and the screams of lust grew louder. The club was fucking loving this, hell, HE was loving this. The feel of Samson pleasing him like only a true sibling could, the sweat running down his hot muscles, the raging want of his cock to finally cum. This was heavenly!
Titus cried in joy as he felt his brother grind against him again, reminding him his cock was not the only on offer. Turning around and gazing hungrily at the towering erection, Titus knew what had to come next.
Without another word, the smaller lion dropped to his knees and raised his tail, bowing his head submissively to his brother.
"You want to go the full distance?" Samson asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah Sam. I need this to happen. Well, I've needed all of tonight to happen, but especially this." He pried his butt cheeks apart to let Samson have a gander at his wanting tail hole. The bigger lion cleared his throat and cast another expecting eye at the DJ booth, smiling as a tube of lubricant was tossed at him.
"Well let's still take this carefully." He said, leaning down to apply a generous amount of the cool, slippery gel to his brother's ass. "Turn over though. If we're going to do this, I want to look at you. To be able to appreciate how lucky I am to have you as a sibling."
Wiping his eyes, and finding they had plenty more tears to shed, Titus did as told, staring at his fellow feline with deepest love as Samson lubed up his cock and grabbed for his legs. The crowd fell silent as everyone held their breath, watching that monstrous shaft be angled down to line up with the tight tail hole, then roughly forced against it till the muscled were forced to give way.
"Gaaah...holy fuck you're so huge!" Titus cried as the pain of being stuffed full of cock stabbed up through his body. "Nghhhh...you're right. We should've...grrrrr...done this sooner."
Foot after foot was fed in, the pain slowly dulling into pleasure as the lion's prostate was rubbed and his body got used to the stuffing. Wiping his eyes again, Titus lay back against the stage, nodding that he was ready to continue.
"Right, well, let's make up for lost time then." Samson whispered as he hilted himself, then began to fuck his beloved sibling.
The club cheered anew at seeing this was not going to just be another casual show of muscles and sexiness. The lions intended to cement their relationship here, tonight, and everyone had a front row seat to witness the event. Such honor could not be forgotten lightly, and thus as the two mated and cried their pleasure, cell phones were whipped out and cameras began snapping pictures.
With flash of light, or flutter of a dollar bill landing on him, Titus' bliss intensified. Finally coming clean to his brother had filled the spiritual void in him, but now Samson was filling the physical one. The smaller lion felt complete, inside and out, finally satisfied that he'd found what had been missing in his life. As if now worried that he might lose such though, he clenched like a vice around his brother's shaft, pleading with his moans for Samson now to pull out. Samson, however, already knew this was just a case of first time jitters, and simply worked harder to make his brother scream.
"Sam...oh God...this....is...heaven." The smaller lione bleated, his tongue lolling out as his brother's pleasure racked face leaned in closer.
"Like...ngh...likewise. You...are...the best. So fucking best." The giant feline hissed, licking his brother's nose then growling in glee as he felt paws upon his chest again. Titus had not let the proximity be wasted, so as Samson reached to bite him on the neck, he leaned in to worship his huge, fat pecs again. Their sheer sensitivity of his flesh drove the giant lion to make his sibling bleed. Not profusely, just in the manner which felines were apt to do in the midst of sex. Titus kissed over the chiseled meat, he licked and sucked on the delicious nipples, he buried his face in the cleft as that wonderful chest was smooshed around him. With his nerves afire and his cock straining for release, Samson knew he was nearing the end; an end that promised to be as needed and perfect as any could ask for.
"Gonna cum....gonna cum so hard in you bro!"
The paws left his pecs and grabbed for Samson's shoulders.
"Please do....oh yeah...please cum with meeeEEE!"
Much as he wanted so badly to let go, Titus fought back his orgasm. Getting rammed hard by his sibling felt good enough as it was, and damned if he was going to leave Samson behind at a moment like this; doubly so considering they had an audience that was expecting a properly messy and explosive finale.
The two lions kissed desperately, letting each other know they were ready for the final part. Rising up again, Samson grabbed his brother's penis and stroked it vigorously, his fingers clenching as the giant length thrashed and pulsed till finally he felt it give that climatic pull. Titus earthshaking roar was as heartwarming as his look of pure delight as cum surged out of his cock. Those seated right next to the stage quickly backed up as the strong smelling spooge flew everywhere, splashing onto tables and chairs as well as the smaller lion's body. Seeing such beauty in the rapture of sex, Samson let himself fall over the edge as well. Whatever amount of cum Titus had lost, double the amount was pumped into his anus, filling the cavity with warmth then spurting out everywhere as Samson came with his brother.
The stage became a complete mess as the two lions slumped onto it, both likewise drenched in their seed as Samson pulled out and let the rest of his load splash over him. Panting he wrapped Titus up in his arms, licking some of his cum off and enjoying its flavor as the smaller lion gasped for breath.
"Samson...that...so...needed...." The smaller lion's voice was ragged, starved of oxygen, and yet still so very happy. Feeling his heart beat like a drum, Samson hugged him tighter and resumed kissing him all over his face.
"Needed indeed. Damn Titus, you never cease to make me proud."
Through teary eyes and a face dripping with seed, Titus' blushing thanks still managed to get through. Returning each kiss as it was laid upon him, he heard a voice over the speakers.
"Well ladies and gentleman, I think we all can agree that was quite a double act. Another warm hand for Samson and Titus!"
Samson snickered under the deafening applause and cheers, reaching to scoop his brother up in his arms and present him to the crowd for their approval.
"We'd better move back stage now. They're going to want to clean up our mess before Tina and co do their next bit." The bigger lion said as several morphs armed with buckets and mops moved in to place WET FLOOR signs around the stage. Snickering in embarrassment, Titus found his brother's hot pecs and rested his face against them, letting them soothe him into sleep as he was carried away from his adoring public.
A unknown amount of time later, the smaller lion awoke again, noticing he was now in a comfortably furnished rest area, that was lacking in both the lights and the noise of the club as he remembered it. The heat was still there though, with the reason quickly revealed to be that he was still stretched out atop his brother, Samson holding him in a loving embrace while he stroked through his mane.
"Had a nice nap?" Samson queried as Titus shifted and let his nose be filled with his sibling's thick scent.
"Best I've had in a while." He murmured. "Where are we?"
"Staff area backstage. Gotta have a spot where we can crash in between performances." Samson replied. Hearing another contented murr from his sibling, the giant feline grinned happily."Do you feel any better now that we did what you've been fantasizing about?"
"Honestly? I feel...like I'm finally at peace. Like all you literally fucked all the turmoil and anguish out of me and all that's left is this sense that everything is right again with the world." Titus sleepily smiled at his brother, eliciting a soft laugh.
"Hey now, I know I'm good but let's not put me on a pedestal just yet, bro." Samson grabbed for a familiar pair of sunglasses and slipped them back over his eyes. "I want to be able to surprise you a few more times at least."
Titus' eyes lit up with excitement, though his mouth tensed at the same time with caution. "So, you want us to...go forward with this?"
"Sure, I mean damn Titus, that was some of the best sex I've ever had, and I know part of that was because of how damn much I love you. If I'm going to have a relationship with anyone, you're looking like a pretty perfect match!"
Titus' mouth promptly lost the tension and flopped open.
"I mean, we'll still need to discuss the essentials first, like is one of us going to move in with the other, how we're going to spend all the tips we made tonight, and the what not..." Samson patted the stack of money sitting pretty on a nearby table. "But if you want to be with me, bro I'm all yours!"
Now Titus had to look away, if only to hide the tears that were stinging at his eyes yet again. He wished he wouldn't get so emotional over these things, but then again this WAS a pretty special occasion.
"Well I never want to be apart from you again so you know how I'm going to answer." The smaller lion mewled. "And just, thanks bro. I love you so much right back."
The two brothers and now lovers shared another kiss, relishing the knowledge that it would be only one of many to come as they set out on their new life together.
"So, when do we get to pick out the curtains?" Titus asked after they'd parted. Samson roared in laughter.
"Later bro. I'm going to take you home so we can continue what we started here. Been too long since we last slept together, and I'm raring to see if you can dominate my ass like I did yours.
Titus happily growled that such was a challenge he was happy to accept.
"Also, well, frankly considering how much the crowd loved you out there, I'm keen to wonder if you'd like to officially become a double act with me..."
For the first time in what seemed like ages, Titus lost the glee in his eyes. Rather than worry about this, however, Samson just laughed again as his brother groaned.
"You do know I have my own full time job right, Sam? I don't know if I really need to supplement it by pulling late nights showing off my goodies for everyone." Titus replied
Samson reached out and patted the cash stack again. "True, but extra income is still extra income."
Titus expression faltered as he conceded the point. "Still...let me sleep on it. I mean, we've got plenty of time to decide now."
Samson could not have beamed any brighter, nor murred any louder as he hugged his brother and kissed him deeply again.
"That we do bro, that we do."