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"Think you can break me with your incredible cock? Text me a pic and an address and if I think you're up to the challenge, I'll be there within thirty minutes of you hitting send."

Tristan sat back, double checking his message, before posting it to the messageboard full of possible one night stands and hookups. The gallery of portraits and cock shots didn't interest the tiger. He slid his paw pads down his arms, smoothing the silky orange and black fur as he waited for a response.

The first few messages arrived within minutes; Tristran barely glanced at them before deleting them. One was muscular, but far too nice in his response. The tiger licked his lips. He needed a strong top tonight. One that could test him.

Another message, another "Hey baby" to start, another rejection.

The tiger flopped onto his backside, resting his laptop on his belly, and stared at the ceiling. Was there nobody with a hint of dominating promise left?

The laptop dinged at the feline, who sat up and opened the newest message. The tiger's eyes widened as he read. His pupils dilated as he scanned the words, burning them into his brain, before hopping out of the bed, letting the laptop fall onto the covers. He grabbed his phone and used the voice commands to give the GPS an address while pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans, covering his slim belly and wide hips.

Tristan dashed to his car, taking the steps down the front steps of his small house two at a time, hopped into his car, and nearly peeled rubber.

Back in Tristan's bedroom, his open laptop beeped as a new message arrived. Under a picture of a black-furred belly and khaki pants bulging lewdly down the left leg, was a simple three-word missive: "See you soon"

The tiger pulled up to a nondescript house on the other side of town with three minutes to spare. He tucked his wallet into the glove box, keeping only his keys on him, and headed towards the front door.

It opened before he had a chance to knock. An imposingly large black panther filled the doorway. Tristran's eyes tracked the big male from feet to head before he sucked his breath in, surprised at how big the panther appeared in person. The lithe feline's eyes dropped to the panther's midsection, where the bulge stuffed down the left leg of the khakis flexed visibly through the fabric.

The panther's black pelt rippled across his muscular arms and hard abs as he leaned forward and grinned, flashing his sharp white teeth.

"Get on your knees and crawl inside, slut," the big cat growled, before pulling back inside and disappearing around the corner.

Tristan's cock throbbed in his jeans and only then did the tiger realize he was stiff as a pipe. The panther's deep growling voice rang in his ears as he dropped to all fours and crawled through the doorway. He looked up as he turned the corner inside and bumped face-first into the panther's warm slab of khaki-wrapped dick. The tiger groaned as he bounced backwards. Tristan's cock flexed, letting loose a splurt of pre-cum inside his tight underwear.

"Eager slut, aincha," the panther said, grunting. "Don't worry, bitch, there's gonna be plenty of cock for you tonight."

The muscular feline reached over and closed the door behind the tiger. As he leaned back, both of his large paws reached down, grasping Tristan by the sides of his head. The panther shoved his hips forward, grunting as his thick meat flexed outwards against his khakis while he rubbed the kneeling tiger's muzzle up and down.

Tristan's nostrils twitched as the panther's musky scent overwhelmed any other smell in the house. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the panther's claws prick under his ears; he leaned forward, chest arching into the bigger cat's crotch, squeezing the thick pair of nuts swelling inside.

"Fuck yeah," the panther growled. "Get me nice and hard, slut."

Tristran panted as he felt his muzzle smeared around the warm length, separated from his eager tongue by only a thin layer of fabric or two. The tiger heard himself whine as the panther's fingers dragged him across the bulge, base to tip, and even rubbed his nose in the growing wet spot at the tip. The tiger's hips shivered as he nearly came from the scent of the panther alone. It was ripe, masculine, lustful...

The tiger yelped as the panther's foot swung up and kicked him onto his back, sending him sprawling.

"Take your clothes off," the panther said, turning away.

Tristan stared after him, watching the huge male's muscular backside ripple. The panther's pants fell to his ankles before he kicked them away while barely breaking his stride towards a door down a short hallway.

Tristan followed, still crawling though he wasn't sure why, and awkwardly pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, resorting to rolling onto his back to kick them off. His cock smacked into his belly when he nearly tore his underwear down over his thighs. Fully naked, he crawled quick as he could through the door, which turned out to lead into a bedroom.

The lights were off, but Tristan could make out the shape of the black panther on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, legs spread. His huge cock jutted out and up, with an upwards lilt starting halfway down the dark pink maleness. A stretched sheath wrapped around the base. Tristan shuddered and moaned involuntarily. The panther's cock looked magnificent.

"Hurry up, slut," the panther growled. "Ain't got all night."

Tristan's ears flexed backwards, but he moved again, crawling towards the bed and then up onto the dark red covers. The panther's flicking tail-tip smacked him across the snout, batting him and further driving the big male's scent into his nostrils.

The tiger pressed forward, reaching out until both of his hands closed around the panther's cock just above the straining sheath. He intended to start by kissing the huge tip, maybe warming up first, but the panther had other ideas. His cock throbbed, impossibly huge, and swung in front of Tristan's muzzle. Massive black-furred paws wrapped around his skull and dragged him down until the blunt tip slid across his lips and nose, smearing the white fur around his neck and chin with gooey pre-cum.

"Open that muzzle, kitty," the panther said as he dug his fingers into the tiger's fur. "I know you cocksucking bitches love sucking my fat dick, so get to it."

Tristan's heart thumped in his chest as he felt the huge shaft smack across his muzzle again, bouncing off his lips before sliding back down to line up again. The tiger opened wide, trying to get his jaw ready, but it didn't prepare him for the panther's thickness. The big male dragged him down the moment his lips parted, stuffing his throat full of thick panther-stalk. The flexing erection gagged Tristan, who could only squeeze his paws into the panther's thighs as both of the larger, muscular male's paws shoved downwards on the back of his skull.

"Yeah... that's it... open that throat and suck my dick right," the panther crooned.

The tiger's erection danced between his thighs, leaking steadily. He could barely hear the panther's condescending taunts and insults over the sound of blood rushing to his head as he gagged on the fattest, hardest cock he'd ever seen. He hunched over as the panther tugged him forward, relentlessly stuffing his erection deeper and deeper. Tristan swallowed, gagging and hunching, eyes watering to the point he couldn't see. His cock jerked as his thoughts grew fuzzy, before the panther's fingers dug into his pelt and dragged him backwards.

Tristan gasped for air between ragged coughs. Pre-cum dribbled over his lips onto the bedspread as he recovered, panting and moaning in equal measure. The panther rubbed his cock with one paw, smearing the tiger's saliva the rest of the way down his shaft to his sheath. His other paw remained on the tiger's head, a constant reminder of who was in charge.

"Good kitty," the panther said, smirking. "I got a feeling you like it when I choke you with my cock. Let's find out for sure."

The orange and black feline barely had time to gasp a breath of air before he found himself forced back down the panther's meat. The huge stalk flexed its way deeper into his body, opening him up like no other male had. His cock fired off as he came uncontrollably, hips shaking and jerking as pleasure paralyzed his throat, tightening up around the panther's invading shaft.

"Fuck, you're a tight bitch!"

The panther's fingers squeezed around Tristan's head, driving him down. The tiger's nose squished into the panther's lower belly, grinding into the musk-filled pelt covering his hard abdominals. Every inch of the big feline's maleness jerked inside the tiger's bulging throat.

Tristan's cock flexed, still hard despite cumming. The tiger's eyes squeezed shut as his jaw stretched painfully wide. The panther's fingers curled into the fur around his cheeks and dragged him back, only to drag him forward a moment later. The huge maleness flexed as he bottomed out again and Tristan gagged, involuntarily convulsing. The panther's warm pre-cum pumped down his throat, filling his belly, as he writhed and wriggled around the huge stalk.

"Yeah... you got the whole thing! What a good little cocksucker you are," the panther said, purring. "Fuck... a good cock-slut like you deserves a reward."

Tristan's vision turned white hot as he felt the panther's paws wrap around his skull and drag him down. The muscular feline thrust his hips upwards at the same time, as best he could in his semi-seated position on the bed. He repeated this again and again, fucking the tiger's throat raw in the process.

"Nnnfff... fuck!"

The panther's flexing shaft let loose a gush of warm tiger cream, pumping into the smaller feline's belly relentlessly. Tristan wasn't sure if he was going to pass out from lack of air, but he didn't care. His paws groped at the panther's fat balls, rolling them together as his face pressed into the bigger male's lower belly.

The panther felt the smaller male sag for a moment and grunted.

"Damn... you're such a good dicksucker I almost forgot you gotta breathe."

Tristan's lungs heaved as the massive cock flopped out of his muzzle, only to nearly inhale a pint or so of cum that sprayed from the tip in a long, thick stream across his eyes, nose, and open muzzle. He coughed, gargling the panther's seed, and leaned over, one paw going to his throat.

"Heh... seems like you may have met your match, slut."

Tristan groaned as the panther's paws wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. The tiger's legs sprawled to either side of the bigger male's hips; he could feel the panther's hard shaft throbbing in the crook of his thigh, squeezed by his leg, his own hardness, and his belly.

"Hope you got me wet enough, cocksucker."

Tristan's sore throat managed only a weak yowl as the panther pumped his hips, wedging the tip of his fat maleness between the smaller feline's rump cheeks - and then kept going.

The tiger's voice trailed off into whimpers as the panther's growls filled the air, ringing in the orange and black feline's ears. Tristan felt the muscular panther mount him, huge paws wrapping around his hips, as the thickness drove deeper, filling his rump and stretching him.

The panther thrust hard, forcing his cock deep, eager and rough as his claws raked down Tristan's side. The tiger's cock jerked uselessly against his thighs as the panther shoved him down.

The tiger's world went blacker than black, as any hint of the diffuse light through the drawn curtains from the streetlamps outside disappeared. His nose filled with the panther's musk as he felt the big cat's paw grind his face down into the bedspread. His ass ached as he spread his legs as wide as he could, trying to bear the incredible force lurching against him. The panther's paws slid up Tristan's backside, against the lie of his fur, until sharp claws and powerful fingers dug into the tiger's shoulders.

If the entry was rough, what came next forced a spontaneous orgasm from the cum-soaked tiger. His cock sprayed into the bedspread as the panther's hips reared back, dragging every inch but one from his abused tail hole. Tristan cried and moaned into the covers, though they muffled everything.

The panther's hips slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in a single swing and jerking the whole bed forward, smacking his hips into the tiger's ass the headboard against the wall.

"Fuck... tight... god damn... shoulda used lube," the panther growled, cock flexing and pumping pre-cum deep into Tristan's guts.

The tiger's ears, flat to his skull, quivered as he came again, unable to stop the painfully pleasurable ride even if he wanted to. The panther's hips dragged backwards again and the tiger's body went rigid with shock an instant before the big male drove forward again.

No clenching could stop the panther, though. The black-furred feline's pink erection sunk deep and true, hilting again, deep enough that the panther's balls dragged across the tiger's.

Again and again and again. The panther's flexing stalk stayed rock solid. Tristran lost track of time as the huge shaft pounded him over and over, stretching him, working him, sawing him in half until he came two, three, maybe four times. The tiger couldn't even tell; his world was dark and warm and musky and all he could hear over the panther's grunted breathing were the occasional curses and insults. Every word made Tristan's cock tingle all the harder.

The panther's claws dug into the tiger's pelt and Tristan yeowled, bucking his hips and arching his back up. The back of his head didn't get far before it smacked into the panther's beefy pectorals.

Seizing the opportunity, the big male's arms wrapped around the tiger, pinning his arms to his sides. The tiger's eyes went wide as he felt himself lifted as though he weighed nothing, pulled back until he was held firm to the panther's chest and belly, almost straight up and down in the air. One giant paw caressed his belly and the other dragged claws over his chest, pausing at each one to pinch and tease. The tiger squirmed desperately as the thick stalk in his rump flexed again; his cock sprayed a stream of cum across the covers as he orgasmed again, clenching and tightening around the massive panther with every ounce of energy he could summon.

"Heh... eager little slut. You like the rough stuff, doncha..."

The tiger's head jerked upwards, then flew back down before sliding back up. Tristran had to close his eyes and snap his muzzle shut as the panther's paws pushed him and pulled him, hard and fast, meeting the big male's wide hips, which drove the throbbing warmth in and out of his body with feral savagery. Tristan leaned his head back, letting it ride over the swell of the panther's muscular torso, as his legs dangled down either side of the big male's thighs.

"Fuck, you got a tight hole... too bad I'm gonna ruin you for other males, slut."

Tristran could only moan as the panther's thick muzzle pushed down into his ear, whispering more naughty, vicious insults.

"Sluts like you were made only to serve males like me. I'm gonna fuck you until you're mine and make you my pussy slave bitch. You want to be my fucktoy, kitty? Want to worship my cock? Want to feel it fill you up just how you need it, whore?"

Tristan's muzzle opened of its own accord - the tiger was long past rational thought at this point.

"Yes! Nnnggg! Fuck me! Yes! Own me! I don't care, just don't stop!"

The panther's chuckle sent chills down the tiger's spine. A moment later, the panther's hips accelerated again, this time driving upwards, to the hilt, until the tiger's ass clenched around the big male's sheath, then out, to the tip, and in before Tristran could catch a breath. The panther's huge balls slapped upwards, pounding at the tiger's exposed balls and cock, battering them over and over with many pounds of weight.

Tristran's brain blanked as he felt the panther's abusive fucking grow more intense and erratic. The black feline's teeth closed around his shoulder, biting down hard into his pelt, and Tristan's body jerked in a primal response, arching back into the big male, hips out, head to the side, neck fully exposed.

No top had ever elicited such submissive instincts in him before. Tristran's cock sprayed cum across the bed yet again, though only a small shot by this point, as it waved and waggled wildly with the motion of the panther's hips. What was happening to him? He couldn't think... barely talk... and when he could get a few words out...

"Harder! Harder! Ooooh... you feel so huge... so big and strong... yes... use me! Fuck me, please!"

Tristran never thought he could sound this way - so needy, wanton, eager, desperate, and lustful all at once. His voice pitched up higher, almost a mewl as he grasped his fingers at the panther's arms, holding on as the bigger male's hips speared him yet again.

The panther's teeth bit deeper as the big male shoved in hard and held himself there. The tiger's muzzle opened, head tipping back, a long and high-pitched keen escaping his raw throat as his belly bloated with cum. The panther's pent-up stalk flared and flexed, jerking wildly in his body, wiggling madly as it delivered load after load of steaming hot panther seed straight into Tristan's used tail hole. The big male's cock stretched the smaller feline so tight that hardly any seed could escape, forcing the tiger's belly bigger and rounder over the next few minutes.

Eventually, though, the panther's teeth released their grip on Tristan's shoulder. The orange and black feline tumbled forward, onto his belly.

"Mmmh... good fuck," the panther said, his voice a low purr.

The tiger's moans ripped through the house as the panther pulled himself free, dragging his half-hard cock out of the smaller male's well-used ass. A few spurts of cum, worked out by the panther's powerful paws, drizzled down across the tiger's lower back.

"You wanna fuck again sometime, you let me know," the panther said. The big male's paw dropped, slapping the shivering feline across the ass. Tristan's whole body jerked in response. "Right now, though, you gotta get the fuck out. I gotta work tomorrow and I don't want no sloppy-ass cum-filled tiger draining in my bed."

Tristran's head moved weakly to the side. His eyes half-opened as he moved a few fingers, trying to will his body into motion.

"Fuck, you sluts are all the same," the panther said, grunting as he stood up. His massive schlong waved in front of him at a 45-degree angle, the tip reaching down past his knees as a few trickles of cum dripped onto the floor. The big male grabbed Tristran by the back of the neck and pulled the moaning tiger onto the floor. The small feline writhed as his cock jerked and a thick load of cum poured from his aching rump. His feet and legs, soaked in seed now, dragged limply across the carpet.

"What... where," Tristran managed to pant.

"Oh, for fuck's sakes, you whores think you can handle the dick, then I got this shit to deal with. You got my number, now get the fuck out!"

Tristan felt the cold night air blow over his sticky fur, then let out a cry of shock as the feline lifted and dropped him onto the porch. The black panther disappeared from the doorway for a moment, only to reappear with the tiger's clothes. The big feline grinned and wiped his wet cock and thighs down thoroughly with the tiger's shirt and shorts before tossing them at the skinny, naked male.

Without a word, the panther closed the door and turned off the porchlight, leaving the tiger jerking and gasping on the wooden boards in the cold night air.

The chill helped the tiger recover more quickly. He scooped up his clothes and dragged them on as he peered up and down the street, hoping nobody would see him in this state, but fortunately it was late enough at night that nobody was around. He tottered down the sidewalk to his car, wincing with every step. Cum rolled down the backs of his thighs and knees, over his calves, soaking into his shoes and toes so that he was walking in puddles of panther cum the whole way.

Tristran managed to get into his car and carefully lowered himself into his seat, crying out only a little as his stretched ass settled into the fabric and stuffing. He leaned back and breathed deep before fishing his car keys from his pocket.

The tiger turned his head towards the house one last time before driving off, wondering if the panther had watched his struggle to reach the car, but the interior lights were off.

Tristran unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, jerking uncontrollably as he reimagined every moment of the brutal fucking. He came within seconds and was still hard as he stuffed his dick back down in his soaking clothes. He stank of the panther. It would take a few runs through the washer to clean his clothes and many showers to get rid of the smell.

The tiger's eyes blurred for a moment. If he even wanted to get rid of the smell.

Once home, the tiger sat in the driveway staring at his phone, then entered the panther's email and typed in a short message.

"Can I come back tomorrow?"

The feline stared at his phone, ass twitching as he waited for a reply. He licked his lips, feeling the need for the black panther's immense length, so big it was nearly humiliating; the rough talk; the biting, the squeezing, even being thrown out into the night so callously...

Tristan finally met his match and he knew it.

The phone buzzed.