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Jake: Getting it Out of Him

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an

erotic

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2024

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Hello, and welcome to reading my story!

The raunchy college adventures of Jacob Borley continue. Whether entangled with his special tutor Druff or his housemate Cody and his many randy friends, he’s bound to have an interesting time. Sometimes literally. Jake belongs to @Hammerfist: , who commissioned this piece.

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Disclaimer: this story features consenting adults in fantasy erotic situations. It is meant for people over the age of 18+ only.

*

“Why, I recognize that look.”

Jake glanced up from his phone, held on a loose paw, while the rest of the lion was sprawled on the couch belonging to the tiger who was now scrutinizing him from above.

Driven by a reflex-like impulse upon this peekaboo, Jake tapped on the side button to lock the screen and hide its content.

“What look?” the lion muttered.

“That one,” the tiger nodded in his direction.

“I wasn’t looking at porn, if that’s what you mean,” Jake said.

The hovering tiger chuffed. He looked amused by the lion’s response, complete with the half-perked ears and the narrowing of his eyes which indicated such an emotional state.

“No, that’s not what I was thinking,” Druff said.

The tiger rounded the leather couch, followed by the eyes of the lion. Druff settled down next to the younger cat. He continued to look at the lion. Jake tolerated this quiet staring for a little while until he didn’t.

“What?”

“What I’m thinking is that the piano class you have every Thursday afternoon didn’t go as well as you’d hope,” Druff said, “as a consequence of that, you are sulking.”

Jake snorted.

“ I look like I’m sulking?” he started again.

“Yes,” Druff said. “You’re on that narrow plateau between moping and rushing to your room and slamming the door shut behind you while you declare that you hate the world.”

That made Jake snuffle amusedly. The image was bizarre to him.

“I didn’t know I was a 14-year-old girl,” Jake said. “You’d be in big trouble too if I was.”

Druff frowned.

“Right.”

Jake shrugged.

“I’m not feeling any particular urge to listen to Billie Ellish, either. so I think I’m not one.”

“Who is that?” Druff asked.

“I don’t think it’s important,” Jake said, still in a mildly amused tone.

“I only know Billy Idol,” Druff said.

Jake shook his head softly at the tiger’s reply.

“It really isn’t important,” the lion said, “forge it. Forget it all.”

The tiger elbowed the lion’s arm, gentle enough that it only caused a mild tail jump from Jake. It attracted a look from the lion, at the tiger.

“Something’s up, though,” Druff said. “I can tell.”

Jake shrugged.

“What’s there to tell?” the lion muttered. “I sucked.”

“I am sure that sucking in music is a relative term,” Druff mused, “especially on the level that you operate on. The exceptional level.”

Jake’s frown did not subside.

“Tell that to Mrs. Wojadubakowski then,” he said, “I’m sure you know her like you seem to know half of the music department anyway.”

The older cat appeared thoughtful.

“I think I would recall a delightful name like that,” the tiger said, “and I must say that I don’t, so I don’t think I know her, no. My apologies.”

“No? I’m sure you two would have a lot in common,” Jake said. “She too is an old prune from Eastern Europe.”

Druff chuckled.

“So that’s how you see me…” the tiger mused. “How tragic. I am devastated.”

“So was my performance in her class,” Jake said. “Devastating.”

“I highly doubt that,” Druff said.

Instead of elbowing the lion’s arm, he now put his paw there and gave it a very light squeeze.

“I think she did it on purpose too,” Jake said.

“I would probably require some more information to make such a judgment,” Druff said, “and even then I would have my doubts.”

The lion snuffled.

“Are you defending her evil ways?”

“I do not believe that most teachers are arbitrarily evil,” Druff said, “some are, but most are usually well-meaning and dedicated.”

“Can’t you be all those at the same time?” Jake asked.

“Hmm…” the tiger hmm’d ponderously, “I do not believe so. It opens the door for other interpretations.”

“For the interpretation that I suck?” Jake said.

“That would be my last guess,” the tiger chuckled, “although I may be a little biased.”

“Because I suck you so much?” Jake said.

The tiger chuffed at the lion’s deadpan remark.

“Exactly why,” he patted the lion’s arm again, “but that is besides the point.”

“Good to know what I’m good for,” Jake said.

The tiger extended his comforting caresses to include a rub on the lion’s thigh, although it was not really the kind of a touch that was intended to elicit arousal in his companion.

“Your many charms notwithstanding,” Druff continued, “I am positive that you are being unduly critical of yourself for some reason.”

“Mrs. Wojadubakowski makes it real easy,” Jake said.

“Why is that then?” Druff asked right back.

“She keeps throwing these sight reading exercises at me while she knows I suck at them,” Jake explained. “Every time.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s when you have to play from some sheet music you’ve never seen before,” Jake said.

“A prima vista,” the tiger replied.

“Of course you’d know that,” Jake said, “though it is written in a dead language, so of course you would.”

“Tut tut,” the tiger clicked his tongue, “that is Italian, not Latin.”

“Can you really always tell?” Jake saked.

“Most of the time,” Druff said, “but I am a language nerd, after all.”

“You’ve got that going for you, I guess.”

“Perhaps,” the tiger, “at least you didn’t say that I’m old enough to remember when it was still a living language.”

“I wouldn’t be that cruel,” Jake said, “though I think Mrs. Wojadubakowski is that old.”

“That’s more like it,” Druff said, “that’s directing the anger in a proper direction!”

Jake raised his brow.

“Are you approving of me talking shit about my teacher?” he said. “Really?”

Druff appeared ponderous.

“I was just thinking whether she’s so old that when she first learned to play the instrument they were called fortepianos,” Druff said.

That made Jake chuckle. A little, but it was enough.

“Why not go all the way back to the harpsichord?” Jake asked.

Druff nodded.

“You mean the cembalo?”

“Here we go again,” Jake snuffled.

“What?” the tiger asked.

“You’re showing off,” Jake said, “again.”

“Can’t help it sometimes,” Druff said, “besides, just imagine my confusion growing up with just one word, and then learning everyone else called it something else?”

“Well you are from like Foreignia, isn’t everything called something else by default?”

The tiger frowned, and pouted a little.

“And what do you think we call a piano?”

Jake shrugged.

“A…..aaah..wooobleeee…prooobble…trinkle…manchuria?”

The tiger both chuckled and grumbled.

“For your information, we call it a piano, just like everyone else,” Druff said.

“Handy,” Jake said, “means you only had to learn all the other one million words!”

“Exactly!” the tiger smiled.

They sat in silence for a moment, this time without staring.

“So…now that you’ve smiled a little already…” Druff mused.

“What of it?” Jake said. He looked sour enough still, despite the minor amusement evident in his snarked replies to the tiger’s commentary.

“Can I offer you my opinion on this matter, or would you rather just fuck?” Druff questioned.

That did get the lion’s ears to perk up a little.

“Well that escalated quickly,” Jake said.

“I thought I’d get your attention first,” Druff said.

“Consider it working for now,” the lion said. “But it might wane quickly, so you better hurry.”

“Hurry to the fucking you mean?” the tiger smirked.

“I don’t see why not,” Jake replied. “It usually is part of the agenda whenever I visit.”

“There is no denying that,” the tiger purred, “but I would hate you to think that it’s the best solution to get rid of frustrations.”

“It works pretty damn well,” Jake suggested, “if the dick is good.”

The tiger allowed himself a rumble.

“Way to go getting the expectations high,” Druff said. “I might get performance anxiety!”

“Aren’t there pills for that?” Jake asked. “Or like ah…those pumps like in Austin Powers?”

“Grrr,” mused the tiger as he nudged the lion’s chin with his thumb. “Careful there.”

Jak knew he would not be able to entirely feign innocence on his part. Hence, he said nothing in his defense.

“Besides, “ Druff said, “if I tried to use a Swedish penis pump, it would break from the sheer size of my Finnish phallus.”

“Oh hoh hoh!” the lion retorted.

“I think we’re even now,” Druff said.

“I guess?”

The tiger took the opportunity to fold an arm about the lion’s shoulders. It approximated the classic couch cuddle posture, although there was only cursory body contact between them besides that.

“Have you considered that Mrs. Wojadubakowski is making you do those exercises because she thinks," the tiger paused, “and knows that you require more practice with sight reading?”

Jake puffed out his cheeks with air and exhaled before answering.

“Maybe I don’t like having it rubbed on my face,” the lion said.

The tiger chuckled.

“What?”

“Wording, Mister Borley,” Druff said.

Jake chuffed.

“Well for once I meant what I said, “the lion mused, “and I wasn’t thinking with my dick.”

“I’ll be!” Druff declared.

“Hrhm.”

Druff gave the lion a sideways hug come squeeze.

“Maybe you should swallow your pride just this once, Jacob,” the tiger continued, “and believe that sometimes teachers are thinking of your best interests.”

“Like you with your big dick?” the lion said.

The tiger chuckled.

“Someone is really asking for it,” the tiger rumbled.

“Well you’re not my teacher, so it isn’t even immoral,” Jake said.

“Nor amoral,” Druff said.

Jake shook his head.

“You’re almost making me not want to fuck,” the lion said, “and that’s saying a lot.”

“I like living dangerously,” Druff said.

“I see.”

Druff tickled the lion’s shoulder before unwrapping himself from the younger man’s side.

“Go get yourself prepared and report into the dungeon,” the tiger said, “I think I know just what you need to get you past this rut.”

“Rut, eh?” Jake noted, “you sure know what to say to make a guy feel special.”

The tiger smiled.

“The way into a guy’s heart goes through his anus,” the big cat said.

Jake simply shook his head.

“You’re so kinky,” he said.

*

True enough, Jake eventually wandered over to the door leading into the alleged spare bedroom. Jake knew that only very select guests were ever accommodated in this particular room, himself being one of them. An invitation to step through that door usually led to something memorable. The prospect had him aroused by the time he knocked on the door. When the tiger opened the door, he would see the lion standing there and sporting a hard-on, a good semi that he did not try to hide.

It would have been a rather pointless effort. The fully naked tiger was on the other side of the threshold into what was literally a sex room. He had adjusted the lighting to illustrate this purpose, dim, and red-hued. Jake knew there was a whole remote controller the tiger had access to for adjusting the lights to whatever he wanted to set the right ambience. The lion thought that the semi he saw peeking out of the tiger’s sheath did more than enough in that regard. He needed little further than that to get into the mood.

“Come on in,” the tiger smiled.

Jake padded forward.

“No need to crawl in on all fours?” the lion asked.

“Oh you really liked that, didn’t you?” The tiger chuckled when the lion passed him at the door. “You can, if you want to.”

“I didn’t like it nor disliked it,” Jake said. “But it did lead to fucking, so…”

The tiger swiped his tail at the lion’s hindquarters, which resulted in some further tail bouncing from Jake.

“That is the important part, is it?” the tiger mused.

“Is it not?” Jake asked.

The tiger pulled the door closed. When the tiger spoke again, his voice sounded different, now that the soundproofed door locked them into the room. It was a familiar thing to him, something that his musician’s ears picked up every time they were in the tiger’s dungeon.

“Some would argue that it’s not all about the buggery,” Druff said.

“It’s pretty fun though,” Jake said, “the buggery.”

He looked around the dungeon while they chatted, trying to spot anything amiss. That could have included some new devious sexual equipment, or at least a new set up for them, anything to suggest what the tiger had plotted. Everything looked more or less familiar to the lion, the sex furniture, the chains, the rows of ass-busting dildoes lined up on the wall shelf like some sort of strange trophies of conquests past.

The tiger appeared to be intent on doing some conquering of his own. He slipped behind the lion while Jake was doing his inventory of the sex dungeon. A purr rumbled out of the bigger cat when he wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist and pulled the lion closely onto himself.

“It can be,” the tiger opined while he leaned down to kiss the lion’s neck.

Jake tensed a little, although pleasantly so, a lick of arousing energy coursing through him from the spot where tiger lips and muzzle touched his skin. It felt nice in fact. He’d always been somewhat reticent about physical intimacy, about how easily it made him feel crowded at times. The tiger sometimes did, too, give that feeling, although he had learned to avoid it to the best of his ability. Nonetheless, the tiger, in his many explorations of Jake’s body, had helped the lion discover that some places were better than others in terms of them being touched.

The big cat was approaching some very good territory, doing what he did.

“Hmmm…mrrrhmmm…”

The nuzzling and the light kissing felt nice to the lion. Indeed, the tiger had found out - as had the lion, for he used to be innocent to such things - that the place where the neck became the shoulder proper was an instant toll-free highway connection into every sexy part of his body and mind. Even the tiger’s gentle snuffling around the area was suggestive of all that could happen when sufficient stimulation was applied.

For now, the tiger was playing coy. Not that he was truly shy in his approach. His cock was rubbing at the cleft of Jake’s ass and that felt nice, a good promise of things to come, the lion hoped, as he arched his hips back just a little to intensify the feeling. The tiger rubbed his fingers across the lion’s belly. He avoided the actual price, Jake’s still hardening cock. That too seemed purposeful to the lion, a continued tease.

“Hmm…you smell lovely, Mister Borley,” the tiger sussured.

“Well it’s your shampoo,” Jake said, matter-of-fact, “from your bathroom.”

The tiger almost-kissed the lion’s sweet spot, simply hovering over it and breathing in and out. As he felt the reaction in the lion’s body, he splayed his fingers further and pressed his pads onto the lion’s abdomen.

Jake sighed.

His tail, swinging between his legs, tickled at the tiger’s footpaws behind him.

“Indeed,” the tiger mused calmly. He rubbed his chin against the lion’s shoulder.

“That’s not where I washed with it, though,” the lion said.

“Hmmmph.”

The lion chuffed.

“I mean you do tend to sniff there too, usually, anyway,” Jake said.

This made the tiger chuckle too.

“Sometimes,” Druff said.

The tiger began to sway a little, and invited the lion into the motion through the embrace they shared. Jake liked what that did for the contact of the tiger’s cock against his butt crack. That was his kind good stuff, and prompted him to flip his tail to the side a little in the hopes of getting some more.

“Well you can do whatever you want with it,” Jake said, as long as I get rodgered at some point.”

The tiger chuckled, lips against the lion’s attractive neck.

“Such language, Mister Borley,” the Druff purred.

“Yup” Jake said.

“An attractive proposal, of course,” the tiger said, “it’s not every day that a handsome young man just walks into my house and demands to be fucked.”

Jake felt the urge to roll his eyes. At least he did it privately, without looking at the tiger groping him at the moment. He was mostly looking at the wooden cross on the wall with chains hanging off it for the purpose of tying down hapless twinks for the roughest time of their lives, he suspected.

“Just every other day then?” Jake suggested. “I haven’t seen it happening any time I’ve been around…”

This time the tiger harrumphed.

“You ought to be spanked for that amount of cheek,” the tiger grumbled.

This time Jake did succumb to the temptation and looked back at the tiger over his shoulder. His expression was still very mellow, not showing any signs of distress at the possible tanning of his hide due to his excessively self-deprecating humor.

“Well this place looks like it’s the one for doing that,” the lion mused, “lots of opportunities for bending over. And all the tools…”

Both of them, as if by a mutual agreement, glanced at the coat rack on the wall that had been repurposed for holding a variety of paddles and whips instead of clothing. Jake didn’t feel too intimidated by the sight of them. He had sampled a few and survived, perhaps with a sore hiney, but satisfied nonetheless. It was an unexpectedly entertaining experience to have. It had made him horny. Horny was good.

“Perhaps later,” said the tiger “if you work for it.”

“I know my ass will,” Jake said.

“Speaking of which…”

Druff slipped his paw along the curve of Jake’s belly before he took a hold of the lion’s rear. The big, warm fingers copped a feel of the half of the butt he reached from this position. It felt good enough that it was Jake’s turn to purr a little. The tiger wasn’t touching him anywhere near the really good areas, but an ass grab was an ass grab. IT was to be enjoyed.

“Yup,” the lion said, “there’s the ass.”

“And it’s as lovely as always,” the tiger said.

Jake did like how the mild tugging on his butt did reach all the way to his hole and made it clench pleasurably. The lion wasn’t sure if the tiger intended that to happen or whether he was just enjoying teasing the lion by not making a more direct advance at the younger male’s hindquarters. He still liked it. Maybe he was that sensitive when it came to his ass.

“You don’t need to work for it anymore, you know,” Jake said, “I thought I made it clear that the candy shop is open for business.”

The tiger licked on the lion’s neck while he chuckled.

“I could go for a soft, fruity treat,” Druff said, “although I suppose you would prefer something hard with a creamy filling…”

Jake chortled.

“What next?” the lion asked. “Tasty, melting chocolate?”

That gave the tiger a pause.

“Quite the allusion there, Mister Borley,” Druff said.

“You started,” Jake said, “it’s entirely your fault.”

The tiger clapped the lion’s ass with his once gentle paw. This got a louder noise out both of the butt and the lion who owned it, as he made an “umph!” sound.

“I may have to make you suck a lollipop, to keep you quiet,” the tiger said.

“You’re the one who keeps teasing me,” Jake said, “I need to say something back or you’ll think I’m a pushover.”

The tiger chuckled heartily, his muzzle still lingering at the lion’s mane.

“You certainly are not,” Druff said, “although it is a pleasure to push you over…”

This remark made Jake huff.

“So you just gonna pun me and not pound me?” Jake asked. “Or is that what turns you on more than the idea of fucking my ass?”

“This really puts a new meaning to rimshots,” Druff said.

“Oh God…”

The tiger detached himself from the lion, while chuffing.

“Let’s save that for Halloween when I can put on the priest robes without it looking weird,” Druff said.

Jake shook his head.

“Everything about this is weird,” Jake said.

“Tsk tsk…” the tiger tut-tutted.

“Yes, Father, I know I have sinned…”

The tiger chuckled heartily as he grabbed Jake’s arm.

“Over here then, lion,” the tiger rumbled.

“To the confession booth?” Jake asked. “Is that a new addition to the dungeon?”

It turned out that there was no confession booth, with or without a convenient in-built gloryhole. Instead, he was led over to a much more familiar object. The bench was padded in black leather and whoever was laid down on the contraption would be at a perfect fucking height. It came with an assortment of straps that could be used to secure people on it, indeed, at a perfect fucking height.

“Just a moment…” the tiger interrupted Jake’s musings, as he moved to fuss with the leather straps, “I seem to have forgotten to arrange these…”

Well we can’t have anything amiss,” Jake said.

His ears flicked at the sound of the jingling buckles. It wasn’t exactly an arousing cue for Jake, but he did admit to liking the feel, and the smell, of that leather. Maybe that was a fetish. It was probably right kinky of him to be even moderately interested in any of this stuff, the buttfucking aside, of course. That likely counted as a sexual sin of the cardinal sort.

“Better now,” Druff said, “hop on.”

“Can hardly wait,” Jake replied. “This thing always does wonders to my back. All that piano, you know…”

The tiger did not miss out on the chance to clap the lion’s nearest butt cheek while Jake approached the bench.

“I was not aware that this bench rearranges spines as well as guts,” Druff said.

“I’m sure my chiropractor would love to have one,” Jake said.

“You have a chiropractor?” Druff asked while the lion climbed onto the bench.

“Hmmph…” the lion breathed out as he happily wriggled around to get himself in position, “I know I will eventually.”

“I’d say that’s the spirit, but…” Druff mused.

The lion sighed, finally resting down on the bench. It put him onto what was essentially an all fours posture, his knees and elbows resting on the lower platforms. What was different to being on all fours on a bed, for instance, was that his belly and chest rested on the long top part of the bench. It was a curious sensation, being essentially on all fours and flat on his front both at the same time. Jake couldn’t decide which was his best preference, or which made him feel more sexually vulnerable. Both positions had the potential for him to be used to the point of erotic exhaustion, should a certain tiger decide to.

“Comfy?” the tiger asked once Jake had stopped the wriggling required to make sure his erection and his balls didn’t feel squished between his belly and the bench.

“Hmmm,” the lion rumbled in reply. The end of the bench was shaped much like that on a massage table, meaning he could slip his muzzle through the opening and just relax. He found it very comfortable indeed.

“Excellent,” said the Druff.

With the lion in place, the tiger got to work. It wasn’t very ass-related for the moment, since he was mostly concerned with the leather straps that went around Jake’s arms and legs. There were two for each of them, and each of the straps the tiger buckled with slow, deliberate, maybe even loving attention. He was obviously taking his time still. In Jake’s opinion, he could have spent less time on it, and just jammed it in. That seemed to be the final plan for both of them, the lion thought, although the tiger took his sweet time getting there. The lion did hope that the sight of him splayed there, face down, ass up, and his tail raised, would be enough of a temptation to make the tiger lose his composure. Maybe his ass wasn’t that good after all, no matter how much praise the tiger did bestow on Jake’s posterior.

Alternatively, perhaps the tiger just preferred to let him stew until he was so horny that he was more prone to making bad - or even worse - decisions when it came to his ass. Jake admitted to that being a fair possibility, on both the tiger’s, or his own part. All he knew was that he really needed to get fucked. The tiger’s plan was growing on him, especially now that even more time passed without his ass not being fucked.

Maybe that was it.

The older cat still had more work to do. There were also straps that went around Jake’s waist and his back. Jake kind of liked how that felt, the snug pressure on him. The torso straps were thicker and once buckled on, it almost felt like someone was holding him down, physically, rather than through the use of such extra implements.

He did like that, both the feeling, and the thought. Perhaps it tickled some deeply submissive part of his brain, some set of neurons buried somewhere beneath all the so-called civilization bestowed on him by the society. A little bit of scratching by tiger claws removed that thin veneer and revealed the raw animal beneath, the beast that was mostly concerned with things like sex.

Fucking.

Well, mostly getting fucked, of course. Jake knew which way he swung.

“Tight enough?” the tiger asked as he tugged on the strap that went under the lion’s armpits.

Jake made a show of flexing his shoulders to show that he indeed wasn’t going anywhere any time soon as long as the tiger’s bondage gear was on him.

“Yup,” Jake said, “all set for whatever you have in mind. Unless that means putting even more weird gear on me.”

“Would you prefer some more?” the tiger chuffed. “A nice thick gimp hood perhaps, for some sensory deprivation?”

“That might get a bit claustrophobic,” Jake said. “Which might be distracting from the buttfucking.”

“Admittedly,” the tiger said while rubbing the lion’s nearest shoulder, “fine then. No claustrophobia.”

“I’m sure it’s someone’s kink though, “Jake mused, “though not mine. And I don’t want to find out either.”

“You might be surprised,” Druff said, “you were pleasantly surprised by this whole homosexuality thing once you decided to give it a go.”

Jake let out a mild chuckle.

“A real eye-opening experience, huh?” he said. “Or at least opening something…don’t think it has recovered since.”

The tiger chuffed and snuffled upon healing this statement.

“Is that a complaint?” Druff asked.

“I guess not,” Jake admitted. “It does beat jerking off. Or using a hairbrush in an unproven manner.”

That brought out further feline chuckles from Druff.

“You poor thing,” the tiger said. “I promise to use a hairbrush only in a conventional manner, now that you’re all strapped down.”

“I guess I could use a good brushing, too,” Jake said, “although I would prefer something else, if you haven't figured that out yet.”

“We’re getting there,” the tiger said, “you just need to be patient for a moment.”

Jake swished his tail from side to side, which was the easiest gesture for him to perform for the time being, under the circumstances. It did probably send the right message to the tiger who was intending to torment him for a moment more, it appeared.

“Just wake me up before you stick something in there, I want to be there from the start,” the lion said. He accompanied that remark with some exaggerated snoring noises.

“Cheeky,” the tiger said, assuming a stern voice for that comment ,”what am I going to do about that?”

“Besides fucking me to remind me about it?” the lion offered. “I dunno. Maybe you can figure out something to do with that hair brush, like we discussed. But mind the hard edges.”

The tiger leaned down close to Jake’s ear and rumbled into it. The hot breath was rather evocative, too, for the lion, who tensed a little on his bench when he felt so tickled.

“Oh don’t you worry,” Druff said in that same deeper tone, “I’ve got everything you need to forget your troubles.”

“I thought that was the plan!” Jake chimed, face towards the floor. “Unless you thought I’d forgotten.”

“I may have to reconsider that gag,” Druff said.

Jake snuffled.

“I thought we agreed that gags would be unpleasant for my jaws?” the lion said.

The tiger, who was now pottering something somewhere in the room, chuckled.

“A have a muzzle that would fit nicely without causing any undue distress to your poor mandibles,” said the tiger amidst making some mysterious noises.

“I’ve no doubt.”

“But then again…,” the tiger continued, “I think for now I shall prefer your mouth to be free.”

“Lucky me!”

The weird sounds continued, which made Jake even more curious to find out what was going on. He knew that he was able to look over his shoulder if he wanted to. He was tempted, sure, especially since the tiger was so tight-lipped about his plans other than making all sorts of interesting promises about satisfying butt sex.

“Hrmhmph…”

The tiger’s harrumphing was also intriguing. It sounded to Jake that whatever he was doing there involved some physical exertion.

“Are you starting without me?” Jake couldn’t help himself. “Or either that’s a really big dildo you’re trying to unwrap…”

“I thought this design was perfect but perhaps I overestimated my own physical prowess just this once,” the tiger muttered.

The tiger’s statement was so provocative that now Jake had no option but to take a peek. The tiger was facing away from the bench, which meant that all Jake saw was a striped back and ass, and the tiger slightly hunched while he was doing something unknown to the lion. He made more strained noises, and heard a scraping sound from the floor.

“Hrhm…”

“What the hell are you doing, Druff?”

The tiger’s tail swished behind him as he braced himself and then pulled something Jake still couldn’t see. The lion’s inquiry did make him look back, and he appeared somewhat fuddled.

“Working for your pleasure, Mister Borley,” said the breathy tiger, “you see, this new design…”

The tiger moved aside so that the peeking lion could get a real look at what had been once hidden from him. To Jake it looked like an aluminum stepladder, painted black, and sitting on top of it was some sort of a contraption, apparently bolted onto it. It wasn’t something Jake immediately recognized, but considering that it included some sort of an arm or a pole attached to it and pointing directly at his own tied down self, he did get an inkling.

“Well fuck,” Jake said, “I didn’t realize me joking about your performance was gonna lead to something this drastic…”

The tiger let out a rough purr.

“Oh worry not, Mister Borley, “Druff said, “I have been waiting to try the BussyMaster on you for quite some time. The occasion simply hasn’t risen yet.”

“The…Bussy…” Jake tried to wrap his mouth around this monster of a word.

“The latest in mechanized fuck technology, I’ve been told,” Druff said, “with some of my own experimental adjustments. Of course I can’t claim all of them, I had help from a resourceful engineer. He came up with the part that is giving me so much trouble.”

Jake, whose neck was starting to hurt from all the craning he was doing, rolled his eyes. He allowed himself that much.

“Please don’t tell me that it’s the giant dildo I already joked about.”

“Pffft,” the tiger hissed, “no, it’s this counterweight mechanism that was devised out of some weight plates, here.”

He pointed under the stepladder, where Jake could indeed see something black and flat, although he couldn’t tell anything else about it. Perhaps he was lacking in basic imagination to figure it out. Maybe you needed a degree in engineering to do that.

“Umm…”

“It reduces the rattling and shaking, especially at high speeds,” Druff said.

“You really have everything figured out,” Jake said, “Or maybe that so-called friend of yours does.”

“He is very crafty,” Druff smirked.

“You made him try it too?” Jake asked.

“He has an even more elaborate setup at home, which works like a charm,” Druff replied, “he is confident that this stabilization mechanism translates well to this portable one.”

“Right.”

“Although I may have to use this thing more often to justify all this hauling,” Druff said.

“I didn’t know that butt sex involves this much prep work for the tops too,” Jake mused.

The tiger was too busy to answer as he was making another shuffling pull on the stepladder contraption to move it closer to the bench. This time he did not take a breather but instead continued pulling right away. The feet of the stepladder made further pained-sounding noises as they scraped along the floor.

“Almost there…”

Jake’s neck continued to complain, but he did watch the tiger give it a pull, and then he appeared to be happy, as the mobile bench with its protruding mechanical shaft was now only about a foot away from Jake’s ass. The lion assumed that this was close enough that whatever the tiger planned to attach onto that arm would punch him in the diaphragm should it make a full depth stroke into his guts. His asshole reacted accordingly to the thought, pursing up and opening rhythmically while he felt his cock twitch and regain more of its earlier hardness.

“There!” the tiger declared jubilantly.

“Need a Tylenol now?” Jake asked.

His neck and back told him that he probably would need one soon as well. He tried to get some relief by resting his face down on the bench again. That did make things feel much better for the moment and he could concentrate more on being excited, scared, and scared excited about his impending anal destruction.

“Later, Mister Borley,” Druff rumbled. “I need to hook this thing up now.”

“Artoo Deetoo doesn’t come with batteries?”

“It may be portable but it’s not meant for field use,” the tiger said. “Also, Artoo Deetoo?”

“You know about the trash can robot from Star Wars, right?”

“Why, yes,” Druff said, “but I always thought that the golden one, the British one, was the gay robot.”

Jake snuffled.

“Well who do you think fists him with that robot arm it has?” the lion proffered. “Or did you think that the golden guy’s really the top?”

“I may have underestimated how cursed this discourse would get,” Druff said in response.”

“You’re the one with the sex robot, though,” Jake said, “or at least the dick part of one.”

“It’s called teledildonics, officially,” Druff said,” at least when it’s under remote control.”

Jake had a lot to chew on with that statement from the tiger.

“Does it connect to the Wi-fi?” he asked.

“Bluetooth, actually!” the tiger chimed. “I can control it with my phone.”

“Is there an app?”

“Yep!”

“How convenient.”

“It really is!” said the tiger. “Now, where is that extension cord…”

To Jake, the whole process sounded like someone’s grandfather trying to set up a VCR for the first time, an image the lion thought was suitably anachronistic when it came to the tiger. It appeared to be a very complicated affair, more than Jake would expect from something that he assumed was essentially just a piston. Although, since it was designed to force a big rubber cock into his ass, perhaps taking extra care in its operation was a positive. Going to the ER with a robot-related injury to the rectum was likely not something he would want to recall afterwards.

Avoiding it would be much preferable.

“Right…power is on…” the tiger announced, accompanied by some buzzing Jake assumed was the machine being activated, “now I need… yes… “

Jake heard the tiger move away, somewhere to his right side, from his point of view.

“Are you sure it’s not gonna come alive on its own?” He spoke idly while listening to the tiger’s activities. “It didn’t look very ass-friendly so far.”

“Positive,” Druff said, “it won’t activate unless the control app is connected. If the power is on, it returns to the default retracted position at the loss of signal. Otherwise, it just stops.”

“You really have thought about everything,” Jake said, “or whoever came up with all this stuff.”

“It’s a big industry,” Druff said. “Now, hmm…choices, choices…”

Jake dared a peek, and did find the tiger standing in front of the shelf containing numerous sex toys of various shapes and sizes. Druff’s attention was mostly concerned with the top shelf, where the tiger’s stable of horses resided. It did not exactly surprise Jake that the cat decided on this section of the shelf. It did ramp up the nerve factor of the encounter. All of the horse cocks were large enough to leave him weak at the knees and with difficulty walking in the near future. He’d only managed to take three of them in the past, and now it appeared that the tiger was contemplating unleashing one of these equine endowments on him once more. Jake wasn’t sure this was the occasion for trying to go up a size. At least a paw holding the toy would be more sensitive to any resistance that could be felt, and would have to be dealt with. Unless some sort of a mysterious artificial intelligence ran this fuck engine, it would not care. It would just fuck.

“Heehaw time, huh?” Jake mumbled.

The tiger flashed him a grin.

“What’s the point of using the machine if the toy isn’t up to the task as well?” Druff replied.

“I don’t know if my ass is up to the task,” Jake said. “They’re all pretty big.”

“Oh, nonsense,” the tiger smirked, “I’ve found you to be rather accommodating. Which is a very positive thing, considering your tastes in this area.”

Jake felt the insides of his ears warm up at the implication that he was, indeed, a confirmed size queen. He hadn’t even known that term until the tiger had told him that someone who liked them big was called that. It was as embarrassing as it was fitting, seemingly so, when it came to his preferences in butt fun. Not that he had found anything to complain about with the tiger’s penis, or the other organic ones he had gotten to try out, thanks to the cat, but sometimes a huge one, rubber or not, simply was exactly what it was.

A very big, fucking dick.

“That’s one way to put it, I guess,” Jake admitted.

The tiger picked up the second toy from the left on the horse shelf. The somewhat off-blue silicone wobbled when the tiger took hold of it from the base, above the shape of the disembodied horse nuts that accompanied the long, if still relatively narrow shaft. It did grow thicker towards the base, enough, Jake knew, to make his eyes go about as wide as his asshole did when all of that was stuffed in there.

So far, only the tiger’s forearm had provided the propulsion to do such a thing. He had an inkling that the machine and its tireless powers could provide a different kind of an experience.

“I think Henry will suit our purposes just fine,” Druff said, “you did enjoy him a lot in the past.”

“Well it would make me forget about sight reading,” Jake said. In his mind, he thought that he would probably be unable to see straight after taking all that dick, let alone play the piano.

Jake watched the tiger walk back towards the rear end of the bench, where the evil machine awaited. His head craned to the side again as he tried to follow him as long as he could, to watch the cat begin the installation. It appeared to require some twisting and turning, but it did have the final effects of securing the dildo onto the end of the motor arm of the machine. As far as Jake could tell, the blunt tip of the unflared horse cock hovered near his ass now. It would require very little forward motion to plunder his butt with all those inches of artificial horse.

The tiger next procured a bottle. It was a familiar item for the lion. It looked like one of those burger joint ketchup bottles, for squeezing the stuff onto your burger, except that this one carried a runny, transparent lube in it. The cat squirted a good amount of it onto the dildo like he was indeed slathering a hot dog with ketchup, and then used his paw to spread the goop onto its smooth, blue surface. The tiger’s activities made sloppy noises that Jake found somewhat arousing. He could imagine his own hole making such a sound once that silicone dick was plundering into his ass.

It was both scary, and thrilling.

“I think that’s enough for starters…now, let’s get you topped up.”

“Not just topped?” Jake asked. “Guess I’ll just wait a bit more…”

His remark was immediately rewarded with a slap on the ass from a somewhat goopy paw, followed by similarly treated fingers going under his tail. The pads felt slightly cold still, when they found a somewhat damp lion ass crack. Some clenching ensued again when those slick fingertips located Jake’s hole and pushed. He purred a little, which was both from the entertaining butt-smack and the digits that were finally giving his asshole some proper stimulation. The tiger wasn’t being dainty about it, but instead massaged his lubed fingers firmly on the lion’s hole.

To make things more interesting, the tiger grabbed a hold of the lion’s thick tail and pulled it up. Jake felt it now twist in the tiger’s grip, while his hole puckered up.

“Perhaps I shall need to tie this down as well,” the tiger said, “in case it gets in the way.”

The tiger pushed harder with his fingers. Jake thought that the tail-yanking that went with it was not the optimal thing to do, since the normal physical reaction was for his hole to tighten up, rather than relax, when he was thus tugged. It did kind of feel good, too. Everything down there was somehow connected, he suspected.

“I doubt it’ll be a problem,” Jake huffed. He made a point of trying to curl his tail up further, which was not an easy task with the tiger still holding it from the base.

“We will see,” the tiger said.

The tiger pushed, and he gained ground. He didn’t have to get through any particular resistance. The lion was no longer a beginner, plus there was still some lubricant left from his earlier business in the bathroom. The tiger’s fingers found him slick and ready to go, at least in Jake’s opinion. Perhaps some extra care was prudent, considering the size of that horsecock looming nearby.

Bound down or not, he did manage to push himself back a little, to welcome those thick fingers in him. It wasn’t like getting fucked, but a couple fingers was enough to get some nice stretching going already. That impression got stronger when the tiger added some scissoring action.

“Hmmmrrhm…” the lion hmmm’d. The tiger was starting to get some noises out of him. That was another thing that Jake had learned relatively recently about himself.

He had the potential to be a whiner.

Jake let out a sound that was much like a whine when the tiger’s fingers withdrew from him. The naughty “splurt” coming from behind him told Jake that the tiger was adding even more lube. It was probably a good idea, considering Henry’s fearsome girth. This time the fingers got into him easier. The tiger also made sure to add a little twist and a curl aimed at the lion’s prostate.

This well-proven maneuver got him purring again, plus with his cock straining against the bench, it was nice to grind down a little. It still probably wasn’t enough to make him fully forget about how badly he had done in music class, but it was a step in the right direction.

“Hmmmmrrr…”

The tiger was doing that funny thing where he rubbed his fingers together, still well inside the lion’s ass. Without actually pushing or prodding, he managed to create fun pressure nonetheless that made Jake’s hidden nut glow pleasantly. It felt so good that if Jake hadn’t heard that it wasn’t an unusual discovery to make, the enjoyment of butt pleasure, he would have suspected himself to be some sort of a freak of nature. The jury was still out on that, either way, he thought.

The tiger let go of his tail, seemingly intent on using his paws for other things. This turned out to be the act of rubbing on Jake’s butt and whatever part of his taint he could reach in this position. The fingers felt slippery enough that Jake knew he was gonna need another shower by the time this thing was through. He hadn’t really expected anything else otherwise.

It was gonna be smutty.

Druff stroked his thumb along the firm root of Jake’s erection, in that amusingly named space between his asshole and his balls. Some tugging on the more loose skin back there allowed him further access, even while Jake’s cock remained sandwiched between the bench and his belly. It was probably part of the tiger’s plan to ignore it like he did. Most of the sexual input came from elsewhere, to truly drive in the submissive knowledge about who was the one about to take dick.

He had no complaints to make. Jake was enjoying himself through it, the teasing of his nuts, the fingers slowly pumping in and out of his hole. It did make him even hornier for getting properly pounded in the ass. The fingers, as nice as they were, only reminded him about the elusive satisfaction of being all filled up. He did try his best to make it more intense by rocking his hips back a little, as much as the bondage allowed. But even that was kind of enjoyable, the restraint, at least in a kinky way that he didn’t fully comprehend but that still tweaked around his increasingly sexually charged brain. It made him understand why people did weird stuff like got themselves tied down before having things shoved up their ass. It started to make sense, more and more, with each of these sessions.

It was weird, but fun.

A nice kind of weird, especially if it involved something stretching his asshole open more than was probably wise.

He panted quietly when he felt the tiger pull his fingers back, all the way out, sadly, but then felt the third digit join the first two, pressing against his slick hole. A little bit of burrowing worming action to relax the ring muscle was all that the tiger needed to introduce an even bulkier presence in the lion’s needy butt.

Jake mreowwed when he felt himself stretched, and that pleasurable glow grew stronger in his loins. He would not have been able to describe the sensations if asked, and he probably would not have wanted to talk about it ,either, all things considered, but he knew what he knew.

“Oooh…”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” said the tiger, who controlled the lion’s pleasurable intrusion, “fits like a charm every time…”

The tiger patted the lion’s butt with his free paw, as if congratulating him on being such a slut for having his ass stuffed with foreign objects. It still felt kind of embarrassing to the lion, and he wasn’t sure whether he enjoyed the embarrassment or not, but he did know that it made him feel horny. And the more horny he was, the more sensitive he was as well, to all the touching that was taking place. Every stroke, in and out of him, seemed to grow more intensely pleasurable, even when the tiger wasn’t really doing anything different than before.

He kept up the teasing of the lion’s erogenous zones with practiced ease. Druff was not content to stay anywhere in particular for too long, but kept carrying things up. A grab there, a tickle elsewhere, while at the same time his fingers continued the inevitable stretching of Jake’s slickened up rump.

Jake tried to control his breathing, which he knew made the experience more pleasurable, and made him more relaxed, even when his anus twitched and told him that there was something weird going on back there.

“Mrrrrh…”

It was making him somewhat impatient, even, the prolonged teasing. True satisfaction came from being properly plowed, the lion thought, and the tiger, talented as he was, was not there yet. A little bit of begging might have prompted him to ramp things up, the lion thought, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go there. It would make him feel sluttier than he probably wanted to, at least for now and he knew that the tiger would not withhold the dick indefinitely. Surely he too got blue balls from teasing a poor lion’s ass for too long. Then again, his cock remained untouched for the duration so far, the tiger’s paws too busy administering at the lion and his posterior. Perhaps he had even more endurance than the lion had thought he did.

“Good boy,” the tiger rumbled. It was a naughty kind of a voice, Jake felt, low and deep, though different from the way the older cat usually intoned the words “Mr. Borley” to assert his dominance over the lion. Physical, emotional, erotic, there were many layers to it, and the tiger sure liked probing each of them as much as Jake liked having something probe his ass.

“Mrrwwoooo,” Jake exclaimed, feeling his insides squeeze around the slowly pumping fingers.

“Perhaps you are ready for the next step, now,” the tiger mused, “you sound like it…”

“Uh-huh…” Jake managed a questioning tone, although he was all but sure that it might provoke a sanction from the tiger. At least he didn’t ask whether it was his throat or his ass making sounds. The latter would’ve probably been less welcome.

“You have shown yourself to be keen in the past when it comes to our equine friends,” the tiger noted.

“You’re the one…hmhm… who insisted on shoving them up my ass,” Jake said.

“With your enthusiastic cooperation,” the tiger chuckled.

A slap on his ass did fall, then, which the lion had expected, but even that felt good in his current erotically charged state, both his body and his mind. Things like pain and pleasure started to mingle into new, nameless things that teased his body even further.

“Yeah…” he admitted, in a breathy remark.

“Wonderful,” the tiger said.

Jake wasn’t sure what he meant with that exactly - possibly the elasticity and overall sluttiness of his butthole, the lion thought - but at least the tiger sounded pleased with him. And he did feel an urge to please, a deeply set one, almost visceral. When he was called a good boy, he did feel like that for a little while at least. Maybe that was the key to all this stuff, the lion thought, almost wryly.

The tiger pulling out his fingers again felt promising to the lion, if regrettable in the sense of the immediate loss of butt-fun. The next thing he felt being pushed in his ass wasn’t an additional finger but the plastic tip of that lube bottle, another thing he perceived by feel only for now. A cold squirt of lube entered him, followed by a second one, before the bottle was withdrawn. It appeared that Druff was adhering to one of his guidelines for sex, that being, as he had said, ‘there is no such a thing as too much lube’.

“Let’s see then…”

To Jake, the tiger’s musings sounded like he was planning to evaluate an essay, rather than the alleged elasticity of one lion’s anal sphincter. Jake still hoped it meant that he was going to be turning that infernal machine on. He did hear some buzzing and whirring soon after, although not before the telltale sound of kitchen roll being torn.

“Got lube on your phone?” he couldn’t resist asking.

“Hmmmrh-hmmm,” the tiger’s rumblings sounded

“Hate when that happens,” Jake said empathically.

“Well you would know,” the tiger said.

“Yup,” Jake admitted.

He’d been there.

“...set brake on free…adjust…” the tiger muttered away, accompanied by further odd noises from behind the lion.

“Are you reading the manual aloud or something?” Jake asked.

The blunt tip of the horsecock poked Jake’s balls, surely at the tiger’s volition.

“Do you want me to do this right, or do you want the machine to slam your nuts with this thing, Mister Borley?”

“Point,” Jake said.

The horsecock was rubbed up Jake’s ass crack before the tiger aimed it directly at the lion’s hole. By the feel of the tiger’s knuckles against his butt, Jake figured that the tiger was holding it there.

“I’m sure you know what to do,” Druff said.

“I’ll try,” Jake muttered.

The subtle flare kissed his wet hole with increasing force. A dildo or not, it still felt sexy to the lion. He knew that the moment he had been waiting for throughout their encounter was about to happen, unless the tiger suddenly decided that he preferred to tease the younger cat even more. He wouldn’t put it past the tiger and his evil ways to prolong Jake’s cockless existence a little bit further.

The steady pressure helped, as did Jake’s own attempt at bearing down. And the cock wasn’t that big, even if it was in the upper range of ‘normal’. Jake had experienced a bigger living one himself in the past. Perhaps muscle memory would help -

His hole gave up and let it in. Jake imagined a ‘pop’ although probably there was no such a sound to be made when his flesh parted and the tip slipped past the once zealous pucker. It stretched him more than the fingers a moment earlier, although the dildo did not yet reach that deep. It still reminded him that

“Hnngh…”

“Deep breaths,” the tiger said upon hearing the lion’s strained huffing.

Jake didn’t exactly need to be told. He knew that it helped with taking dick, whatever the size. It didn’t stop his insides from clenching around the toy, as if hoping to remove it. His body would not be able to do that, especially not with the dildo being attached to that mechanical arm. It had nowhere to go but inside a lion.

“We will start nice and easy,” Druff said, “as long as I don’t drop my phone…”

“I thought you already started,” Jake muttered.

“I may have helped him in, but now it’s time to start with the warm up program,“ Druff said.

The tiger’s statement sounded just absurd enough for the present circumstances, the lion thought.

With a whirr, instead of a neigh, the horse began to move.

“Oh.”

It did start slow.

An inch in, then an inch out, and again, accompanied by a mechanical noise that had to be the actual motor doing the work. The motion was smooth, and the sound more quiet than he thought it would be, although Jake had no idea what he had expected from the newly mechanized stallion.

But he was getting fucked, that much was obvious. Henry the horse slid back and forth with automatic determination. It felt good, in its own, way, Jake decided, although it wasn’t something he could directly compare with a real fuck, or even if he himself or someone like the tiger would have been pumping the dildo into his ass. It was different in some odd, subtle ways.

Maybe he was just nervous about it, the lion thought, as he felt the horse slip deeper into him. Whatever this warm-up program entailed, it did feel like the horse nudged in a fraction of an inch deeper after a few back and forth strokes of the devious piston. The added thickness of the partial flare could be felt pushing itself further in. That created more intense sensations in the lion’s immobilized rear.

Accompanying that was also more of the shaft, which served additional layers of “being stuffed in the ass” feelings for the lion. A majority of it came from having his hole stretched, which was the key to a lot of the pleasurable elements of this act. The bulk of the sculptured equine shaft did the trick. Of course Henry wasn’t even the stoutest of the members of the tiger’s stable of good horse boys, not by a long shot. And even Harold, the greatest of the stallions, would’ve shriveled in comparison to some of the other toys the tiger possessed. Jake was sure that at least the biggest ones had to be there just for show. He didn’t think there was any way that anyone could take just that much silicone in the can.

“Unf.”

The slowly plundering horsecock began to reach Jake’s prostate, which made him feel like being noisy again. Just a little nudge at first, his not so secret pleasure gland nudged by the tip when the machine’s reach extended that far. Then it withdrew again, before making another exploration of the lion’s posterior and the secrets within.

“Oh…”

The next few thrusts hit it even better.

Jake felt his slightly softened dick surge alive again, blood rushing in to make up for the loss in erection. He always had the feeling that his dick didn’t know what to do when he was getting fucked in the ass. Was it supposed to stay hard, even though he was not doing any of the actual fucking, dick-wise? Not that he was very keen to do that stuff. Was his dick supposed to just listen in on everything else that was going on with the lion’s body? Jake had not found the exact answer to that, although he did know that jerking off or having that done to him while getting buttfucked did feel good and made the experience more intense. Different, at least, since usually playing with his dick made his insides clench ever so often, and with something inside him that tickled some good places that he enjoyed.

“Unf.”

Henry the motor-driven horse made him feel curious things. The thrusts were still coming slowly, a languid slide of the silicone dick in and out of him. He wasn’t sure how much there was already, but it was no longer just teasing, like in the very beginning.

“Awff…”

The machine was living up to its reputation as an artificial lover. Slow and measured, like a metronome, the lion thought, almost hysterically by that point, too much into getting fucked that his natural sarcastic powers had much chance to shine under all that distracting sexual stimulation. It was not like being fucked by an all-organic male. No man in Jake’s experience fucked quite like that. Maybe you weren’t supposed to compare. It was different, just like masturbation was different from sex with a partner. Perhaps that was the mindset he was supposed to have.

“Still going strong?”

Druff nearly startled him. Jake had almost forgotten that the tiger was there too, supervising this filthy mechanized breeding of the lion by his robotic horse penis. The lion imagined that the tiger had a good view of the proceedings from where he was, if you were into that sort of thing. The tiger probably was, having set this all up in the first place.

Yuh-huh!” breathed the lion.

“Excellent.”

Jake heard a chime, or perhaps a beep, from behind him. He wasn’t sure whether it came from the machine itself or maybe from the tiger’s phone, but what he certainly knew was that the machine appeared to kick it up a notch. The once languid thrusts into his rear began to come considerably faster. He thought it was still probably within the realm of possibility for someone living to fuck someone like that, except for the clockwork-like pacing of it all. Nobody with their dick in someone’s ass could be so methodical about it. Maybe a porn star, but he had never been fucked by a porn star, at least not to his knowledge. He would probably have different kinds of expectations from such an encounter if he had that bit of information on the back of his mind.

“Owhhh…”

However much horsecock he had taken before, he was starting to get more of it now. The toy slid steadily into the lion’s ass, gaining more depth as it went into new realms of butt-ramming, teeth-clenching pleasure.

“Ahh…”

It was beginning to hit the deep end, all the way into that mysterious bend, as the tiger called it, through which the rest would have to go if it wanted to get even further into the lion. The toy was not being too patient about it, either. Its flare kept tapping the door into the lion’s inner sanctum, with clear intent. Henry the horse needed more ass to fuck, and it intended to go balls deep.

“Owhh…huh…” Jake moaned.

His paws clenched at the edges of the leather armrests while he held on. He was starting to feel it, with those deep thrusts pummeling into his ass. He imagined if a 250-pound horse was on top of him, he would’ve been banged back and forth on the bench, tied down or not, maybe with big, strong horse hands holding him down by the hips so his feline treat wasn’t going anywhere.

“Nice and easy,” the tiger said.

“You’re…unf…not the one getting…ah…fucked…” Jake huffed.

The tiger just kept on purring.

“I’m glad we both know our place,” the tiger said.

Jake knew what his was - the fuck hole - but what was the tiger’s? A voyeur to the erotic claiming of the lion’s rear? A mechanical horse trainer? An enabler? The lion wasn’t sure what applied best.

“A little more lube, perhaps?” the tiger stated after Jake made a loud ‘unf’ while getting a taste of just what it meant to have his second hole massaged by a horse flare.

Jake wasn't sure if it was gonna make any difference at this level of buttfucking taking place, but he was fairly certain that it would not hurt.

That was, unless the tiger decided to replace the lubricant with Icy Hot. Then it would be an experience.

“Nnnfff…” was the sound Jake offered as a reply, a non-committal one, he felt.

He expected a momentary pause of the machine for the reapplication of lube, but that did not come. Instead, he heard a definite long ‘beep’ followed by the odd sensation of something cool entering his ass alongside the dick stroking in and out of him.

Flowing into his ass, more like. He could feel it, wet and strange, even amidst the more general sensation of being essentially fucked stupid.

“Whhuuhh?” the lion puffed, when he felt the coolness spread inside him, and slowly subside, accompanied by the enthusiastic thrusting of the horse toy in his ass.

“An excellent extra feature my friend insisted I should have,” the tiger said, matter-of-fact, “the auto-lube, auto-cum function!”

“H-huh?” Jake managed to sound quizzical even while getting buggered, he found out, by many inches of rubbery horsecock looking for a new home.

“I got this lube that purportedly has the same consistency as the real deal,” said the tiger, “I doubt it’s exactly right but it does the job, would you say?”

Jake thought that the tiger would not use the word ‘purportedly’ if he was the one doing the actual fucking instead of outsourcing it to the BussyMaster.

“Right… - ohh - “

“It’s rather fun, isn’t it?”

The lion was still on the fence about it.

“..,it doesn’t…hrrrwwreow…warm it up too,” Jake opined.

It hadn’t been that cold, room temperature, perhaps, but he had definitely noticed when it did join the mix. Getting it to cum temperature might’ve made a sext difference.

“Maybe in the next version,” Druff replied. Jake could see the tiger’s smirk even without actually looking.

“Hmmmbe…”

“Let’s see how you handle the next setting,” Druff said. “Let’s call it the gallop.”

The lion half-expected a chuckle from the evil tiger, but instead of that he got that pony-dick lurching into him. Full depth, to the asshole-stretching thickness at the base, and with about as much strength as it appeared that the machine-propelled stallion could muster.

“UNF - !”

Henry went in hard, pulled back, and repeated that gut punch thrust again. The pleasure Jake experienced was probably more pain for the first few seconds, his body jerking at the restraints when all sorts of muscle groups got activated by the sensations flooding his body all at once.

“Owh…ah..unf…oh…” Jake tried to breathe in, but his lungs were mostly trying to exhale, so he ended up trying to do both things at the same, as weird as that was, all the while Henry pumped victoriously in his ass.

What his body decided on eventually was to orgasm. Jake thought his legs essentially convulsed on the bondage bench when the continued gut-churning forced the climax out of him, paws-free. His cock dribbled cum against his belly. The lion felt wet warmth spreading down on the bench, plus there was the scent, of course, sharp and tangy, overtaking the smells of the lube, the dildo, and the dungeon, and even the tiger.

He was silent at first, but then made a kind of a half-wail, half yelp that oozed out of him much like his seed did, out of control.

“Offf-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho… -”

His cock throbbed hard and continued to spasm and leak, but it was all secondary to everything he felt on the inside. It was not unfamiliar to him, of course, but it always did manage to catch him by surprise when it happened. It went so much beyond what he thought was the everyday understanding of sex and sexuality. When were supposed to get off from fucking, not from getting fucked. But there he was, spewing his soul out of him thanks to the virtual horse pounding his ass into a sticky mess.

“Ohhh…”

“I see that it’s working just fine,” Druff said.

“Pfff…”

The lion thought that the tiger sounded very pleased with their experiment so far. He didn’t think much about it, still too much in the zone, the bottom headspace or whatever it was that took him over when a juicy dick made its home inside the lion. It made it easy to let go and not think, which was probably the best part. He spent too much time thinking too much, and there was no thinking going on when there were dicks around.

Jake heard a little beep that was followed by the Henry adopting a more languid pace for the moment. He was still getting long-dicked by a horsecock, there was no mistaking that, the way it slipped in all the way before coming almost entirely out. A trickle of the by now copious lube oozed down his taint and onto his balls, probably eventually to pool down on the bench itself. A little further ahead, his own hard cock throbbed weakly.

He was kind of glad for the change in pace for the easier, although his body remained super sensitive - and very receptive. His once drained prostate was still the target of constant pounding from that toy, and it made further sparks of pleasure spread throughout his bound body on both the in-and-out-stroke. It was still making him forget to breathe sometimes. It was the kind of breathlessness that he probably preferred to one caused by other kinds of heavy exercise. Jake didn’t doubt that he was burning calories at the moment, either. Getting fucked was hard physical labor in its own right.

His idle sex-addled musings were next interrupted by the feel of the tiger’s paws. He was not getting a further butt massage for the moment, but the paws were felt on his shoulders instead.

“Enjoying yourself, Jacob?”

To Jake it sounded like a strange question to ask from someone who was still actively being buttfucked. It did prompt him to look up, raising his head from the sweaty and hot support ring to see the tiger now standing in front of him.

“I…guess?”

He saw a flash of a smile before the tiger straddled the bench, probably a bit awkward for him, but with the end result that Jake suddenly got a faceful of tiger groin from his host.

“Hmrmmmrmr!” was the sound he made, being presented with fuzzy tiger balls on his nose. The scent hit him good, and the warmth, and the paws now traveling through his mane to press him down onto the source of this masculine aroma. He did take a deep breath, through his nose, to get more of it into him. Jake wasn’t averse to a little bit of ball-huffing, as long as it didn’t pass into stinky territory. That was a turn-off.

This was more of a turn-on, he had found out. Balls were an integral part of dick, and he really did like dick. The tiger’s slung over his face in this position they were in, throbbing there amusingly.

“Good boy.”

He did kind of feel like a good boy, getting his head pet, getting fucked in the ass, and getting to taste some balls. He managed a couple of licks that made the tiger purr with obvious approval at his increasingly slutty ways when it came to fuzzy sacs and what manly joys they contained for those who appreciated them. Creamy-furred tiger nuts counted, in Jake’s opinion. Nuzzling them was a little awkward in their current position, but he did not complain.

Only one of the tiger’s paws remained on his head, keeping him in place with what Jake felt was mostly a symbolic gesture. That part of him was not bound to the bench, but Jake did not think the tiger thought that the lion would deny the balls the kisses they deserved.

He soon found out why the other paw had disappeared. Another beep was followed by even more lube being pumped into his ass. It still felt funny to him.

“Keeping things nice and smooth,” the tiger said, “for what’s next.”

Jake wanted to question whether there was an even higher setting to the machine, and whether he could really survive it, but his mouth was covered in tiger balls. He didn’t really want that state of things to change for the moment.

Sadly, the balls did not remain there for very long after, but the tiger did make up for it. They disappeared because Druff shifted a little on his perch on the bench, which pulled nuts from Jake’s muzzle, but the couple of inches of extra space allowed the tiger to replace his balls with his cock without undue stretching. Jake knew from essentially daily experience that it was a pain, from all those morning boners that had to be angled down to aim for the toilet bowl.

It probably wasn’t the best mental image to have at that very moment.

Jake didn’t need to be told what to do, even if he did enjoy following orders of the sexual kind. He opened his mouth happily to get some barbs between his lips. He did like the taste, perhaps a bit tangier than usually. That had to be the extensive arousal talking. It still wasn’t unpleasant. Just more for him to suck and lick when his tongue got to work.

That had been a new word for him as of late.

Spitroast.

A self-propelled dildo and one tiger dick certainly counted as having one, Jake thought. The enthusiastically pumping horsecock put the “spit” aspect into real perspective now that he was made into one such leonine sex sandwich. The tiger’s dick now rubbing onto Jake’s tongue was nothing to be ashamed of, even with the silicone stud Henry for comparison. It was doing its part in getting Jake off on being one kind of a sex toy in his own right. He even squeaked!

The lion wasn’t really up for doing many sound effects for the moment, with the dick in his mouth. He sucked on it happily. In Jake’s mind, all cocks deserved to be sucked, because that’s what you were meant to do with them. And he did like it. The taste turned him on, the scent, and the very knowledge that someone was invading him in such an intimate manner. The nagging feeling that you weren’t supposed to do something like it, but did it anyway, probably contributed to the whole.

He hardly had the time to feel guilty while slurping away on the purring tiger’s dick to the best of his ability. Admittedly, the dildo still humping his ass was a distraction. But it wasn’t his first time being on the receiving end of two dicks at the same time, on either end. He could still pay some proper attention and respect, despite the prostate massage and asshole-stretching trying their best to shut off his brain. Being plundered on both ends was a special kind of a pleasure. It kind of made him feel greedy, somehow. Surely just one dick should’ve been enough to satisfy even the horniest of sluts, like Jake felt at that moment, a proper slut for cocks of all shapes, sizes and denominations. His only misgiving, a small one, was that since his arms were tied down on the bench, he couldn’t use his paws. He could’ve always found something nice to fondle while he was at it.

He could hardly complain.

Getting dicked, and sucking on some tiger dick, he was happy. It was all slowly melting together into a full body sexual experience, an amalgamation of the feelings of being fucked, and the sensory experience of gobbling down on the tiger’s barbed shaft. The pleasure flowed freely through his body, claimed for the purpose of sex. Satisfying other men - one mechanical, one very much alive, its owner rumbling, and the pointy tip oozing precum over Jake’s tongue from where he could suckle it down and swallow it happily.

Another funny thing, that.

Jake had never really figured out that his tongue was a sex organ, not until this kind of stuff happened to him. If he mentioned it to the tiger, he would surely pontificate on the topic, and then probably teach him some sort of a triple twist tongue trick the lion had never heard of before that made his anus flutter with delight.

There were a lot of things he hadn’t known before stepping into this world of sordid, if tempting, world of dicksucking and other such recreational activities.

“Hmmmrr…”

That was the tiger purring his approval, accompanied by further rubbing on the crown of Jake’s head. He was just doing it just for fun now, not finding it necessary to actually guide the lion down to where his mouth had to go. The lion’s nosepad was happily buried in the tiger’s groin, ensuring that every breath the younger cat took was accompanied by the potent masculine scent of the tiger.

The best thing about the scent was that his mind associated it with sex. Smelling it that strong and tha close put his body and his mind in the mood. Jake didn’t really know how he could’ve been more in the mood at that particular moment, being double fuked and generally put into use as a lion dick receptacle. He found nothing to complain about the prospect. He was getting what he wanted. The tiger probably was, too, watching the lion squirm on what was an oversized dildo compared to the general population of penises walking around between people’s legs.

“Such a thirsty boy,” said the tiger.

That probably was a fair thing to say, under the current circumstances. And what the tiger decided he had to do due to this fact was to crank up the machine back up again. True enough, Jake heard the by now familiar beep followed by Henry assuming a faster, harder pace.

“Hnnnnggg!”

His moaning was now much more subdued with the tiger’s cock in his muzzle. Admittedly he did forget to suck on it for a little while when the even bigger horse phallus began to tunnel its way into his rump with renewed vigor. It wasn’t going as hard as before when he had achieved that surprise climax, but the horse was definitely back on the saddle again.

“Unf…hnngg…”

He made all sorts of undignified noises around the tiger’s dick, acting as his pacifier while an untamed horse had his way with his other end. That diabolical flare was pounding on his prostate on each stroke and putting the fires back up. His body had not recovered from the first round yet, which made him rather receptive still. Anal orgasms - which he knew they were called - did not appear to lead to the period of sexual disinterest that followed a more conventional peak of pleasure. Yes, he had cummed, but he still felt incredibly horny and needy. That surely befitted the tiger, what’s with him having his dick in Jake’s mouth.

Druff was taking things slowly, and letting Jake do most of the work of sucking his cock. Jake wasn’t really able to do a whole lot of head bobbing, but he made up for that with enthusiastic licking and mouthing. His tongue was what he hoped was a good job teasing the underside of that shaft. At the same time, the barbs on the tip of that same penis tickled on his palate. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest sensation ever, but it contributed to his arousal.

It was a “just feline dick sucking” thing.

His host allowed him a few moments at it before another ‘beep’ announced the growth of the great stallion Henry’s ardor, under the tiger’s careful command. Jake thought that this would’ve not been different if a flesh and blood horse was occupying the other end of the fuck bench. In that case, the tiger would’ve likely used a leash instead of a remote, to control the pace of the lion’s horse-y penetrator.

Reins, rather, Jake reminded himself.

Equestrian implements of control or not, the horse was unbridled from then on. The machine whirred up to a higher setting, which made Henry pound Jake’s poor ass with new vigor. More toe and finger-curling ensued from the rising level of stimulation. Jake could swear he now felt the rubber balls making contact with his own on the deepest in-strokes.

“Unf!”

His strained huffs sent sprays of hot saliva onto the furs of the tiger’s groin. He probably wasn’t being fucked senseless yet but breathless, for sure. The air he managed to draw in was tinged with further tiger. It was kind of making him drool, which was perhaps a little embarrassing, but contributed to the wet slide of the tiger cock in his muzzle. It was dragged between his lips which formed a taut ‘O’ from both his pitiful moaning and the bulk of the dick pumping away. The tiger was beginning to sound winded up. The horse would’ve been too if he didn’t run on alternating current, Jake thought. Henry had already spent quite some time stuffing the lion’s rear full, with no pausing. The machine did not need to pace itself, which meant that Jake bore the full brunt throughout this session.

It was very different from regular sex - real sex- Jake reminded himself, because this was just a game, something else purely for the purpose of getting one’s rocks off. He’d already done so once, too. Jake wasn’t sure that a second time was far away. His prostate was transmitting that sort of signals, not only to his brain. Even the soles of his foot paws were tingling a little. Maybe that was a symptom of the famous condition of being fucked until his legs were weak. Now, that had happened a few times in the past, when the butt-pounding had been very enthusiastic and had left the lion feeling exhausted too.

Both of the tiger’s paws were on his head again, holding him down in his groin while he thrust into the hole provided for his use that was the lion’s mouth, his lips, tongue, and eventually his throat as well, generating the kind of pleasure that he preferred for now. Jake did love sucking cock almost as much as he enjoyed being fucked in the ass by them. Somehow, or at least sometimes, it felt even sluttier in a way. It was a more active kind of a thing to do to please another man, with more conscious effort.

Meanwhile, the machine continued to work, under the tiger’s control. There were no more beeps, and with his paws seemingly both occupied, no more direct input from Druff either. He probably didn’t need to do it, either, since he had Jake exactly where he wanted, skewered, and taking dick on both ends. Maybe he enjoyed it vicariously, the other side, too, imagining that it was him doing the butt-pounding too, rather than the machine.

Whatever the tiger was thinking, he was also thrusting his hips to get the maximum use out of Jake’s muzzle. He kept himself more or less buried most of the time, enough to elicit the occasional gag from the lion taking the dick into his maw. Those barbs really had that effect on him, Jake thought, and he wasn’t sure whether any amount of training would allow him to surpass his limits. He had his doubts, but for now, he tried not to care about his occasional splutter too much.

It was easy not to care when he was rocked back and forth on the bench by the humping from either end. That felt kind of good for his nipples, hard nubs on his chest, and being rubbed against the leather surface of the bench. It was just a little bit of extra fun to be had for his sexually overcharged body.

It wasn’t his nipples that triggered the second orgasm of the night, but at least they were not entirely innocent in the bigger picture. What really did happen though was that Jake felt his legs tense up, and his abdomen, too, tension rolling through him and his balls being drawn closer to his body. That kind of changed the angle with which Henry’s smacked onto his, from then on bordering on painful, but perhaps it did milk more of his cum out of him when he did get off again. Once more he was essentially untouched, his pleasure administered by the cocks pounding into him.

The horsecock did not care about the increasing tightness of his clenching hole and his tunnel, but continued to fuck the orgasm out of him. The tiger was surely aware of this new state of things, and was probably encouraged to work his muzzle even harder as a result. Just a little further down on the bench, Jake’s cock throbbed and oozed more cum out to join the puddle in the lion’s by now very messy belly furs. The scent grew more intense with this extra deposit, and reached Jake’s nose as well, no matter how occupied it was with tiger for the moment.

Maybe it was his moaning and grunting that got the tiger off in the end, Jake wasn’t sure, but he did think that he felt the tiger’s shaft grow even harder before the tiger too reached the height of his own pleasure. Cum splattered onto the lion’s tongue, near the back of it, and everywhere else, prompting Jake to begin to swallow before it had a chance to pool on the bottom of his maw. The scent in his nose grew exponentially with this extra helping of sexy musk. It likely contributed to the way his insides made further feeble attempts at grabbing the rubber cock still seesawing in and out of his ass throughout these two orgasms, the lion’s and the tiger’s.

Perhaps there was a third one for the lion, in the mix. Jake wasn’t quite sure anymore of the actual count. There were so many consequential waves of pleasure that followed the horse cock inside him that he just didn’t know.

All he knew was that by the time the tiger cock slipped past his lips, trailed by a little bit of cum and spit, that he was exhausted. And he actually did feel glad when Henry stopped its long, deep dive into his ass and simply remained still. His body, probably in protest by then, did try to clench down on it a few times, but even he had his limits. He did feel glad for the bench. He’d probably ended up in that kind of a position without one, too, after all that sex.

The tiger’s tongue was the next thing he knew, lapping over his muzzle a few times. It appeared that the tiger was cleaning him up in the naughtiest way he knew. He probably got a taste of himself there, which could’ve very well been the purpose of the whole thing in the first place. At least Jake didn’t mind it, those licks and laps coming from the still purring cat.

“Now that was quite something,” was what Druff said, eventually.

“Mmmm,” mused the lion.

Jake felt too tired to even speak. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to say. His mind was as empty as his balls were, he suspected. It was a pleasant kind of zoning out. Jake felt he could afford it. The tiger had gotten off too, thanks to the lion. Jake had fulfilled his duties to the older man, an in return, Jake had to admit, he had truly forgotten everything about his piano class, and Mrs. Wojadubakowski.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” the tiger said, “then we’ll have some coffee and cake.”

He could do that, too.

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