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As the two big cats clashed with one another in one of the gym's octagons, their many grunts and growls echoed throughout the large, open interior. Many of the other patrons tend to stay away from the feline duo when they sparred, and even the toughest fighters who trained here dared not to go near the shaking octagon. Some watched from a distance, in case some freak accident happens where they break the cage again, and others tried ignoring the two giants as they went about their business.

Meanwhile, to David and Hunter, they always get so focused on each other when they sparred they sometimes don't hear the round timer go off at its set intervals. Not only was this training for them but also playtime for the lion and tiger to blow off some steam. Both of them were about eight feet in height and built like tanks, yet they were both frighteningly agile despite their muscular bulk. They were at it for almost an hour by now, throwing kicks, punches, knees, elbows, and going for tackles and submissions when they could. Neither of them wore gloves and only had in their custom mouthguards, wraps around their paws and feet, and their own, custom-sized compression shorts.

Despite the minimal safety precautions, David and Hunter looked as if they were legitimately trying to knock each other out or force the other to tap. David, a lion with dark brown fur, black mane and happy trail, was more versed in striking and delivering quick yet devastating punches and kicks, even if he gets grounded by his sparring partner. Hunter, a tiger with a typical orange, black, and white fur coloring, was versed on the other end of the spectrum as a grappler, but can hold his own if all he's getting is strikes.

Something else that's noticeable on the duo, aside from their bulky muscles, are all the scars all over their bodies, mostly around their chests and abs. However, David had slightly more scarring on his chin and right leg. Even if both of them would be more than happy to explain how they both got these, no one dared asked and assumed either they did it to themselves or the scars came from a traumatic past.

The two were still going at it when one of the few brave souls at the gym shut off the round timer and threw open the cage door. "Hey!" Yelled a fit, white Pit Bull with a black patch marking over his eye. "You two meatheads done throwing yourselves at each other yet? I got a class in five minutes!"

As soon as they heard him, Hunter pushed off of the lion's strong back after he just got him in a tight choke. "Oh, shit. Sorry, Tanner, we were just about to wrap up anyway," he said with a slight chuckle.

The Pit rubbed an eye with his paw, letting out a low growl. "You two have been at it for nearly two hours..."

"Wait, really?" David chimed in, "Felt shorter than that."

"Just get outta the cage so I can clean it up quick before class..."

"Oh sure thing!"

"No problem!"

As the duo stepped out of the cage, Tanner glared at them, baring his teeth slightly. He then put up a sign that read "Cleaning in progress. Do not use."

They grabbed their bags and headed back to the locker room, leaving Tanner to his grumbling about the two giant doofuses who hog everything. Both of them panted hard and had a detectable musk emanating from their bodies, yet they didn't feel at all tired from another long spar.

While they would love to get frisky with each other in the showers, there always seemed to be at least one person there for them to decide against that idea. As soon as they both entered the locker room, any chatter among the other patrons fell to complete silence. Regardless if they just got to the gym or were about to leave, everyone else who was there scrambled to finish changing and leave without a word as if they were evacuating. Seeing the two, eight-foot bodybuilders was something even the regulars struggled to get used to; just the sight of them scared people off, let alone hearing them grunt and growl as they worked out or sparred. Despite this, however, David and Hunter meant no ill towards anyone and have gotten used to others' reactions over the years.

They both finished showering, changed, and headed out. Even the receptionist gave them a halfhearted wave goodbye and a "Have a good day" as she stared at them with a hint of fear in her eyes, despite that she looked tough enough to handle anyone who entered the gym.

"Still as awkward as ever..." David mumbled as the two walked out into the bright, midday sun.

"Awww, don't be like that, hun," Hunter assured the lion, rubbing his beefy upper back. "In time, they'll get used to us being around."

"Hun...we've been going here regularly for months now. Still the same as when we started."

"Right..." The tiger sighed. "Let's just get home soon, then. I'm starving!"

That put a smile on David's muzzle. "Wonder what our little buddy decided to whip up for us."

"Hun, you know he waits until the last minute to cook for us. Besides, it'll give us more opportunities to pester him!"

"That's always fun!"

***

After another short but awkward walk home, Hunter fiddled around for his key to unlock the door. Trying as best as he could to be gentle on the lock and the doorknob, he nearly threw the wooden door open, making it bang against the wall on the inside. While the inside knob would've hit the wall first and made a deeper dent, over the years that dent turned into a hole big enough for it to fit through. Now, anytime either of the two cats threw the door open on accident, it would slowly add more chips and scratches in the paint.

"Geeze guys! Can you not destroy our house first thing when you come home!?" Yelled a voice from upstairs.

"Sorry, Alan!" Hunter yelled back as they both entered.

Though they both had to duck under the door frame, the rest of the house was just tall enough for both of them to stand upright without having to do an awkward, half-crouching walk.

"We'll try to be more gentle next time!" David yelled.

"Yeah, yeah! You two knuckleheads say that every time and you still do it!"

"Babe! I'm hungry!" David whined as he and the tiger set their bags down in the living room.

"Me too! Did you start dinner yet!?"

"In a minute, guys!" Alan yelled back.

"You got our shakes ready at least!?"

"When are we gonna get the wall fixed!?"

"You sure we have enough groceries for dinner tonight!?"

Meanwhile, as the two cats pestered Alan with questions and complaints by shouting them, he was busy trying to write out another one of his fantasy horror novels, but was close to reaching his breaking point. Unlike David and Hunter, Alan was a human. Not only that, but he wasn't even six feet tall, as he came to only about his husbands' sternums, and he was far from being muscular or fit. In fact, Alan was more on the skinny side though had a bit of gut on him. Yet, despite this, he was one of the few humans David and Hunter encountered that wasn't afraid of them for a change, and Alan had a fancy for big, muscular cats, even if they acted more like newborn cubs.

And that was more than apparent right now, even if this was a daily occurrence. And, as usual, Alan reached that breaking point with his husbands.

He got out of his chair and threw his home office door open and marched down the stairs. He didn't care that he's been wearing nothing but pajama pants and a t-shirt all day, or that his greying, crew cut hair looked disheveled; he was ready to swat both of his cats on their noses.

As soon as their human came down the stairs, both David and Hunter immediately came up to him with their large arms outstretched. Even though they showered at the gym, their natural musk was more apparent now, and the loose cutoff shirts they both wore looked more like rags that barely covered their bodies. They both sandwiched Alan in a sea of tight, feline muscle and fur, lifting him up off the ground in the process to where his head was squished right between their meaty pecs.

"Told ya he'd come down eventually!" David said as he began to purr.

Hunter simply chuffed as he embraced his husbands.

Alan barely squirmed as he blushed. His hair became more disheveled as a pair of rough tongues licked his head and face. It took him some time to get used to his two cats doing this to him, but he quickly began to enjoy it, regardless of how irritated he was.

"Gah! Why are you guys still sweaty!?"

"Hey! We showered before coming here," Hunter retorted.

"Even if we were, we all know you love this," David cooed.

And he was right. As Alan fell limp, suffocating between the two giants, the smell of their natural musk calmed him down. He could feel himself getting aroused from this, but wasn't in the mood to fool around right now. He could barely move his arm out to pat against David's taught obliques as a way of "tapping out" of this sandwiched hug.

David chuckled and gave a nod to the tiger, both of them letting him go simultaneously.

"Ugh..." He gasped as he dropped back on the floor. At first, he was clearly irritated when he looked up at his two cats, but quickly softened up. He reached up and pet both of their cheeks as much as he could, giving extra attention to David's mane and Hunter's fluffier cheek fur. As cats tend to do, big or small, both of them let their eyes close as they grinned, with David purring more and Hunter letting out more soft chuffs. "Dinner will be a bit, guys, but I'll get you started on your shakes, okay?"

"Mmmm, okay sweetie," Hunter replied.

"You two go take a nap or something until that's ready. Just remember the number one house rule, okay."

"Yeah, yeah, we know," David replied, somewhat annoyed.

"No fighting or roughhousing in the house," Hunter sighed.

"Good kitties."

As soon as Alan headed into the kitchen to prepare their protein shakes and eventual dinner, he could hear the two cat's booming voices, though didn't pay attention to what they were saying. This went on for a while until he heard what sounded like clothes dropping to the floor as he took out their respective tumblers from the cabinet, each labeled with their names. As he went to grab the powder jug from the pantry, he heard them shuffling about along with occasional soft smacking noises, mixed with them growling and moaning. "They better not be doing what I think they're doing," he thought as he opened the tumblers.

Suddenly, a loud *THUNK* resonated from the living room and shook the whole house, making Alan wince and growl in frustration. He slammed the scoop that came with the powder jug on the countertop and stormed back in the living room. "Hey! What did I just sa--"

They weren't play fighting, that's for sure, but they were playing in a different way. Both of the hulking cats were naked, their thick, feline cocks in each other's maws in a 69 position, with Hunter on the bottom and David on top. Neither of them seemed to notice their husband walking in on them, though they wouldn't care if he did.

Alan was about to scold them yet again but bit his lip the longer he watched. They were really going at it, slurping and sucking on each other's cocks and balls while rubbing each other down and playing with each other's tailholes. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Alan wasn't wearing any underwear beneath his pajama pants, and he began groping at his growing member tenting the loose, soft fabric.

He smirked as a thought crossed his mind.

Going back into the kitchen, he grabbed their tumblers and came back in the living room. "Hey, boys!" He cooed, though made sure they could still hear him.

Immediately both the tiger and lion looked right at him, both their cocks stiff and leaking with pre and saliva.

"I'm gonna need you two to stand up for me, but keep those stiffies stiff."

They did as they were ordered, slowly stroking their hard cocks at the ready.

Alan knew Hunter and David had much more stamina than himself, and loved they were able to produce such big loads consistently, as much of a mess as it made. All he had to do was stand right in front of them to get into position; the height difference made foreplay like this easy as it saved Alan's knees. He placed the two, opened tumblers on the nearby coffee table and gripped around each of his kitty's cocks. The sheer size of them made his hands look tiny in comparison as he stroked them off and fondled their fluffy sacks, not that any of them minded.

He looked up at both of them with a sly grin, loving how they're both basking in his touch. "Daddy needs to taste test each of you first before he fills up your bottles."

Both of them just moaned softly in response as David began to purr again and Hunter let out soft chuffs. They also ruffled his hair again and gently pawed his face, which seemed to completely encase his head.

"You two, I swear," he chuckled as the cats pet him, "But Daddy can only milk one of you at a time, okay?" Not waiting for a response, he shifted his attention to Hunter, putting one hand around as much of his cock as he could and another around his white, fluffy orbs. He then bent over and buried his nose into the tiger's white, fluffy crotch, breathing in his musk as he traced the stripes on his thighs with his fingers. As he resurfaced from that sea of musk, he then began licking and sucking on the tiger's barbed tip, as that's all his mouth could handle. As he tasted more of Hunter's pre, he placed a hand on the tiger's strong, white abs, tracing the scar he had there with a fingertip.

Meanwhile, David was slowly jerking himself off as he watched, trying hard not to blow his load prematurely. He let out a moan and a whine as he watched.

Alan stopped his sucking on the tiger's cock, though kept up a gentle stroke as he turned to the lion. "Daddy will give you attention too, don't worry, kitty," he cooed.

Hunter then moaned and twitched slightly. "I-I think I'm gonna cum soon, Sir," he moaned.

"Okay, hold on, kitty." He smiled and grabbed David's tumbler, holding it near the tiger's leaking cock. He made sure it was angled right so there would be as much tiger cum as possible. "There you go," he cooed, "Make sure there's a nice helping for your husband."

"Nggg, yes Sir," he whined, stroking himself faster and faster. Quite quickly, Hunter let out a loud moan and a growl as he gripped his cock tight as he felt it pulsated, making sure he aimed it where Alan wanted his seed to be stored. At first, he squirted a couple thick ropes of cum, most of which ended up in the container, then stroked his cock a bit more to make sure he got every drop of cum oozing out of his member.

Once Alan figured that was enough, he set David's tumbler back on the coffee table and sealed it. He bent over again and put his mouth around the tiger's cock head, sucking and licking up any remaining cum that leaked out. When he figured he wouldn't make a mess by now, he stood back up straight and motioned Hunter to lean forward to his level. As soon as the tiger did so, Alan pecked him on the lips and petted his large snout. "Good kitty."

Hunter chuffed, though panted quite a bit from his orgasm. Right away, he went to go lay on the couch nearby, though tried not to just flop on it and end up breaking the sixth couch they've owned.

"Alright, big guy," Alan said as he turned his attention to the eager lion, "Your turn."

David let out a huff as he slowly stroked his leaking member, pinching and twisting his own nipple a little. Between fooling around with his tiger husband earlier and watching Alan milk his fellow cat, he was nearly ready to blow.

Just like with Hunter, Alan opened up David's tumbler and faced the opening near the lion's thick cock. He petted that large, brown paw and looked up at his husband. "Daddy will take care of this, kitty."

As Hunter released his cock and began playing with both his nipples this time, Alan placed his hand around that giant cock while also petting the lion's dark happy trail. Again, just like with David's, his cock dwarfed his small human hand. But that didn't matter; Alan knew how to make these big cats tick. He knew David might not take as long to orgasm as Hunter, as he noticed how leaky the lion was and that his cock and hips began twitching already.

"Nnggh...I think I might...cum soon, Sir," he moaned as he twitched more and more.

"As long as you get most of it in your hubby's cup, kitty," Alan cooed, stroking a bit faster and harder while also playing with the lion's brown, fuzzy orbs. It didn't take long before he noticed his husband thrusting his hips quite hard that he had to move the tumbler a little farther away so it wouldn't get knocked out of his hand. But, just like with Hunter, he made sure he got a nice helping of cum from David upon orgasm. And, just like before, he sucked off the lion a little bit to clean up the leftovers and gave him a peck on the nose.

Immediately after, David panted hard as he dropped his arms. "Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, kitty," he replied with a slight chuckle, putting the lid back on Hunter's tumbler. "I'll let you two know when these are ready and I--"

*THWUMP* *SNAP*

"Are you serious right now..."

Alan shook his head as he went back into the kitchen to prep his cats' protein shakes. "You two never cease to annoy me...and hurt my wallet."

After both an intense workout and milking session, both of Alan's cats decided to nap on the couch. While Hunter did try to be careful not to break it, David just flopped right on top of his tiger husband. Between the force of the giant lion and both of their weights combined, there was no way the sixth couch they bought two weeks ago would hold.

Alan let out a sigh as he put their prepped shakes in the refrigerator for them until they woke up. "Alright," he muttered holding the refrigerator door open, "Let's hope I have enough leftovers for you two..."

***

Needless to say, dinnertime went as usual in their household. Even though Alan cooked them up hearty portions of steak and chicken with a variety of veggies for their sides, both the big cats bugged him to share what was on his plate too. Of course, Alan wasn't having it and would swat at them or scold them. And, of course, they'd either growl, hiss, swat back, or whine in response. It was always a risk whenever David and Hunter got hungry, even after being fed; Alan knew they could easily rip him apart if they gave in to their deepest, primal natures. But ever since they first met and throughout the years they've known each other, that thought never crossed the cats' minds.

And, as usual, once dinner was over, David and Hunter grabbed their shakes and headed off elsewhere in the house. Generally this involved more napping and feeling each other up. And, as usual, Alan was left to clean everything up after dinner. He didn't mind this, though; it gave him a chance to be away from his husbands for a little while...until they start roughhousing or accidentally break something again.

Yet, there were times where Alan felt bad about avoiding his husbands constantly. They drove him nuts, sure, but he still enjoyed their company and knew they'd do anything to protect him.

This was one of those times.

When he finished cleaning everything up, he went to go find the cats.

He checked the living room first, but they weren't there. He checked their makeshift home workout room, but they weren't there either. He even went to their basement and checked all over, but there was no sign of either of them. He knew they weren't in his office, since they aren't allowed in there and he'd punish them severely should they step foot in there.

That only left one more room to check.

He noticed their bedroom door was slightly cracked open and he pushed it aside to enter. What he saw lightened up his mood and made him smile a little. David was lying on his back on their Alaskan king-sized bed while Hunter was cuddled up next to the lion on his side. Both of their tumblers sat on the nightstand next to the giant bed half empty, and both their shirts were lying in a heap on the floor. He couldn't help but blush a little as well when he got another good look at their muscles.

He sighed and closed the door behind him, sliding onto the large bed to join his husbands.

"Ah! You know the rules, bud," Hunter snapped a little at him, "Shirts off on the bed."

"Oh, yeah...right," he sighed as he gulped. Immediately his nerves started to get the better of him when he took off his shirt and tossed it on the heap. He knew he'd never amount to his husbands' physiques. He had no muscle, was more on the skinny side, and his gut protruded enough to be noticeable; it would take him a lifetime to lose some fat and bulk up. Yet, even though he's always struggled with his body, he was happy his husbands didn't care how he looked. After taking a breath to try and calm himself, Alan made his climb again.

"There ya go," the tiger cooed as he let Alan slide between himself and David.

Alan laid on his side like how Hunter was, snuggled up next to his lion while the tiger's massive bulk pressed him in further. Any nerves, worries, anxieties, frustrations, and general negativity all seemed to melt away as he was nearly encased by taut muscle and fur.

He let out a satisfying sigh as he petted David's brown furred abs and happy trail while being embraced by that large, striped arm around his body. "I love you guys."

"Awww, we love you too, buddy," David cooed, ruffling Alan's hair a little.

They cuddled like this for a good while until Alan caught a whiff of a strong, stinging, stink.

"Goddammit..." He immediately buried his face in David's mane to block out the scent. "Really guys?"

"Sorry..."