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It was a typical night at the Bottom Line. Regardless of species, gender, or orientation, both the bounty hunters which had the requisite strength and unusual abilities to track down mystical and supernatural threats and the Spirit Division of the Layleaux Police Department had need of somewhere to wind down, relax...or find other diversions. This particular club, of course, catered exclusively to those who were drawn to the same gender, and in the close, musky darkness of the dance floor as well as beneath the flickering strobe lights and colored spotlights shining from the stage, any number of interesting assignations were taking place.

All sorts of men could be found here, from gym bunnies (in some cases literally) to leather-clad biker-types, from those who left their coats and shirts spread wide and wore crotchless chaps with no underwear to those who preferred to tantalize while simultaneously leaving nothing to the imagination by covering themselves in skintight garments of many hues and materials. But the majority were all large, extremely masculine sorts--whether by virtue of being predators or simply massively buff and hung--and all of them seemed intent on making as many conquests as possible by any means necessary.

Leopards and wolves, elephants and horses, hyenas and bulls, the patrons were a wild, writhing, sweaty mass of dancing bodies...just as they always were. And it was his job to make sure it stayed that way, that no one got in who wasn't supposed to or disturbed everyone else. An endless, crazed party the Bottom Line might be, but even so there were still standards to be upheld. Sex and propositions were not only expected but almost demanded...yet that didn't mean consent could be taken for granted, or that violence and drunkenness could be allowed to get out of control. That was what a bouncer was for, and Nieve Urquhart took his job very seriously.

Of course, it also allowed for a great deal of eyeing the merchandise, of proximity to the choicest of specimens. And every once in a while, one of them would draw the lion's notice more than the others to the point that he would "forget" his duties and give in to his own rather significant desires.

The owner of the club, a tall and surprisingly buff jaguar, always looked the other way when Nieve indulged himself in this manner--not only were these little lapses infrequent enough that the big cat was well able to maintain order for most of his shifts, the simple fact was that many patrons longed to be the one the lion would single out for his clandestine romps. If it wasn't their own imagination making them cream their pants in expectation of the golden cat's rumbling baritone and vigorous, indefatigable hips, it was oft-repeated tales of his sexual prowess from those who had experienced it firsthand...none of them exaggerated in the least.

So to put it more simply, having someone like Nieve work at the Bottom Line was good for business, even if he never policed the dance floor once; the combination of him being such beefy eye candy and word-of-mouth among the clientele made him a draw for even more paying customers.

One of those this night had attracted the lion's attention as soon as he walked in the door--not because he seemed unwelcome or a troublemaker waiting to happen, though he surely could cause a great deal of damage should roughhousing begin, but because he was one of the studliest, most drop-dead hunky men Nieve had ever seen. And what he was wearing...or not wearing, as the case may be...may also have had something to do with it.

Towering above most of the patrons, save those with racks of horns, the massive tiger would have easily dominated the room even without his manner of dress or carriage. With those included, however, he truly stood out as, well, a droolworthy bodybuilder type with the attitude and looks to match. Although his fur was the typical hues, something seemed especially brilliant and vivid about his burnt umber pelt, its ebony stripes seeming to undulate as if alive with his every flex and motion--and he obviously took care of it well, judging by how shiny and glistening it was under the strobe lights. Or had he oiled himself for the occasion? Nieve would have snorted at the vanity if it wasn't so damned attractive.

So much of it was visible because the tiger was practically nude, clad in only a black leather X-harness with matching belt, codpiece, and bands for ankles and wrists...each strap cutting into, tucked against, or otherwise delineating each generous bulge in his physique like clinging saliva after a tongue had traced them, creaking softly with each step and making the muscles they surrounded stand out that much more. A stainless steel ring thicker than the ones bulls were wont to pierce their noses with lay perfectly centered between monumental pectorals that heaved and bounced with his every breath, the strap descending from there surrounded by a thick, lush, fluffy treasure trail like a forest growing between pecs and abs. And what that was attached to...for the first time in a long time, Nieve had to admit to being stunned that the tiger's codpiece remained in place, as he could literally see the leather straining to keep its contents from bursting into view, and the pressure was enough that the outline of a very plump mushroom glans was outlined unmistakably...or was that due to something wet and sticky leaking through?

Nieve harrumphed under his breath. He didn't bother trying to hide it as he adjusted himself, since it only drew attention to his own enormous blessing of a package and made the customers, regulars and neophytes alike, blush and stare longingly. Instead he only made sure his pants weren't riding any tighter--something which could only be accomplished by running his cock down his trouser leg, a deliciously tempting sight which he rarely ever had to employ--and then flexed his paws a few times to make his ham-like forearms dance noticeably before striding in the tiger's direction.

He'd just come within a foot of the other feline, right as that striped behemoth was bending down to grin toothily at a youthful skunk raver in a fishnet shirt who seemed poised to either flee or throw himself into the tiger's waiting arms, when two things happened to change the scene entirely.

Through the miasma of sweat, vomit, beer, and other unsavory aromas of the Bottom Line, a scent wafted up and struck Nieve full in the face--easily recognizable as tiger, but so much more virile and overpowering than any male he'd ever smelled before. And considering that included himself, that was saying something! Naturally, such a strong and (admittedly) lust-inducing scent prompted the typical feline reaction, the open mouth and curled lip of the flehmen.

At the same time, the skunk caught sight of him approaching and stepped back a pace, looking both pale and frightened at the colossus bearing down on him. This, of course, made the tiger turn around (in annoyance, to judge by his lashing tail above that wonderfully cut, toned ass...) to see what scared off his "prey". Immediately the Siberian froze in place--partly because of the expression on Nieve's face which rather resembled a fearsome, threatening snarl, and partly because he was now confronted with something he likely hadn't met before: a cat almost exactly the same size as he, and with just as much sheer bulk and raw power.

For several minutes, this tableau held, with some patrons stumbling back as far as the crowded dance floor permitted to be out of the way of ensuing violence, the rest still milling and twisting about to the pumping beat of the music, oblivious to what was going on in their midst. Nieve stared right into a pair of bold green eyes that actually held the barest trace of fear, as well as a clear bewilderment and resentment at something he'd likely never felt before. The bouncer in turn fixed his bright blue eyes on the tiger, and although he managed to suppress his instincts enough to close his mouth again, that didn't change the stern, grim expression on his muzzle, abetted by the crossing of his arms over his broad chest. Both males loomed in each other's personal spaces, sizing up the newcomer and his territory equally...pectorals almost touching, claws sliding in and out of their sheaths, the faintest of growls echoing in both throats.

At last, the pose broke as the tiger shifted back a fraction of an inch, visibly forcing himself to relax, his hackles to flatten and his muscles to contract. Though he didn't cower, duck his head, or otherwise make any submissive gestures, something subtle shifted, the tiniest ceding of respect and deference to the lion.

None of this showed in his voice, however, when he spoke...a resonant, almost subsonic bass that made the mane on the back of Nieve's neck rise and his breath catch in his throat with the sexy, almost feral purr that was ever-present in it. Gruff, cocky, a little sardonic, and definitely the voice of one used to being obeyed. "Yeah? Somethin' I can do fer ya?"

He wasn't in love. But he was most certainly in lust. And what he lusted for, he got. Always.

Briefly the lion flicked his gaze to the skunk raver. "Don't worry, kid, I'll handle this bozo. You go on back to your friends."

Even as the youth looked at Nieve in mingled gratitude and uncertainty, as if he wasn't altogether sure he wanted to be saved from this "peril", and then disappeared into the bumping, grinding crowd, the tiger glared at the bouncer flatly, clenching his fists visibly. "What th' fuck'd ya do that for?! He wuz here, he wuz legal, an' he damn well wanted me. What crawled up yer ass?" He paused, and then a knowing smirk curled his lips. "What's th' matter, felt left out cuz I didn't invite ya t' join in?"

You have no idea. The lion shook his heavy head and shot the other feline a disgusted look. "You wish. And what's the matter is, I know your type, I know what you do, and I've seen it all before." Because, of course, he'd been this ass once, had gone after helpless, naïve young men like they were going out of style...and sometimes, he still did. But he'd begun to do so less and less when he started viewing it as something unclean and disturbing instead of merely decadent and naughty--and even back then, he'd always treated them right--this guy, he wasn't so sure of. This guy had all the hallmarks of a rake without morals, decency, or compunctions except for the need to find a hole to fuck and fill with his cum.

At least, that was what Nieve told himself to justify this. He was saving that poor young skunk, sparing him being used and abused by a much older and perverted man who really should know better...intervening to offer his own much more experienced and jaded flesh to the tiger. Yes, that was it; such a sacrifice he was making...

"So why don't you move on," he growled after a significant pause, "and find someone else to play with? Someone a little closer to your own age?"

The tiger snarled openly this time, a very ugly sound that would have frightened furs with less backbone than Nieve. "Who died an' made you king? ...Oh wait, I forgot, all you lions think yer hot shit. Lemme tell ya somethin', just a friendly word of advice: that pretty mane ya set such store by, it don't mean nuthin'. An' it ain't like ya got much t' lord over me anyway. Case ya didn't notice, tigers have a damn good ruff of our own. Yer not bigger'n me, an' ya sure as hell don't scare me none either." He crossed his own arms now, looking quite satisfied with himself.

Nieve rolled his eyes. "What I am, is the bouncer...and the owner made me that, so if you've got a problem, take it up with him. I'm just making sure you behave yourself and play nice with the other kiddies."

"Fuck that, an' fuck you! I don't have t' put up with this shit--"

"No, you don't," the lion said easily, nonchalantly. "You don't like it, there's the door. Don't let it hit your ass on the way out."

"Look, I ain't done nothing wrong!" Sure you did. You went after a cute young thing when you should've been going after me.

"No, but you were going to," Nieve said instead. The longer he stayed in this tiger's presence, the more that divine scent drove him mad with need, and that mix of inner-city twang and Southern brogue was just as arousing. Much more of this and he'd be fucking the tiger right on the dance floor. Which really didn't sound like a bad idea, and he knew the patrons would love the show, but somehow he didn't think his boss could ignore that.

"Prove it!"

"I don't have to; my rules, my prerogative, my decision."

"Yer ass, you mean!" A huge, striped fist was abruptly held in his face, knuckles standing out like ancient outcroppings in Nieve's homeland. "I was tryin' t' be Mr. Nice Guy here, but that does it. Ya singled me out fer no damn reason, yer givin' me a hard time--" Not as hard as it's going to be. "--an' that's way beyond what yer job lets ya do. So get outta mah way, or so help me I'll make mah own way right through ya."

Nieve didn't even have to think; one moment he was staring at that threatening fist from far too close than was comfortable, the next the tiger had let out a startled, strangled cry and let it drop. As well he might, for the lion had latched onto the leather straps of the other cat's harness and, one-handed, had hoisted him two feet off the floor. The nearest patrons seemed uncertain whether to cower in fear or applaud Nieve's quick action, but they all scattered easily enough, giving him plenty of room to maneuver. With the tiger dangling helplessly in the air, he strode across the dance floor toward the back of the club.

"Bwuh...gah...what?" the arrogant hottie said intelligently. "How?!"

"Did you forget I'm as big as you, buddy?" the bouncer said disdainfully. "Just because you're a load of lead weight doesn't mean I can't manhandle you like you deserve." Giving the fellow a shake for good measure, Nieve pushed firmly but carefully through another knot of people.

"Aww hell," the tiger growled resentfully. "Yer just tryin' t' get me by mahself so ya can get in mah pants."

Was I that obvious? "There you go projecting again. You're sexy, if you're into that whole dark, slutty, and pompous thing, but you're not that sexy. I happen to prefer guys with a little more class and a whole lot less hot air." He paused. "And anyway, you're not wearing any pants."

As if all the rest of what he'd said had gone over the tiger's head because it couldn't penetrate his thick skull, the striped feline only snorted in faint amusement. "Makes it even easier fer ya t' get at th' goods then, don't it?"

"Shut up." Nieve nodded once, perfunctorily, to Derek, the musclebound jaguar who owned the Bottom Line, as he passed; the spotted cat took one look at his cargo and nodded back, gesturing down the back hallway in a way that could have meant the tiger was all his, or that he was free to take out the trash.

Departing at last from the dance floor, the lion moved into the dingy passage leading toward the alley behind the club, but just before it seemed he would literally toss the tiger out on his ass, he turned aside and instead opened a door almost hidden in the shadows. The room beyond was about as seedy, unkempt, and dirty as might be expected for a place of such repute, and the backside of it at that. A small cluster of scarred wooden chairs around a spindly table, faded wallpaper peeling off wooden walls, a bare concrete floor, and to one side a beaten, sagging couch that looked like it might once have been white, now faded to an ugly gray. That was all the furnishings it possessed, and nothing about it suggested what purpose it might once have served--a lounge, a waiting area for musical performers back when the place was a regular night club, or even a self-contained home for the previous proprietor.

What mattered was that the room was far removed from the rest of the club, away from the public's prying eyes...and that its door was solid with a good, strong lock.

Nieve stepped into the room, the thick walls of this part of the club cutting off most of the sounds so that the noise of the crowd as well as the wild, frenetic beats of the music died away to a low, distant thumping--and that vanished altogether when he closed the door behind him. Being quite clear in his movements, he clicked the lock into place with a very audible snap in the stillness, then at last stepped across the room and dropped the tiger unceremoniously on the couch.

Landing with a startled yowl, swiftly squashed, the leather-clad feline struggled to untangle his limbs and recover some semblance of dignity. Then he sat up and began to rise to his feet as every muscle in his prodigious frame seemed to swell twice as large. "Hey! What's th' big idea?! You take me back here just so ya can give me a beatin'--"

"No," Nieve growled. "I brought you here to teach you a lesson." He gave a firm push with one paw, right against those massive tiger pecs, and with another ignominious cry he fell right back on his furry keister again.

Before the tiger could try to get up, or even retaliate with a strong right-hook, the lion was upon him, shoving him into the back of the couch and pinning him in place as he pressed every inch of his muscular, golden body down onto his prey. Chest heaving, he gripped the tiger's shoulder hard enough to make most men cry out; to his credit, the feline only winced briefly. "What's your name, cat?"

A rebellious look crossed that bluff, squarish muzzle before he finally replied. "Blake."

Nieve actually chuckled at that one. "Like the poet? Do you burn bright in the night, too? Though I do have to say, you've got a heck of a symmetry to you..."

"Yeah, yeah, like I haven't heard that one before a million times," the tiger snapped caustically. "Mah parents thought it wuz real cute, 'specially mah dad, he wuz an English professor an' everything. It's actually short fer Blakeson...but can ya spare me th' trip down memory lane? Whatever yer gonna do t' me, just get it over with already...ya don't need t' know mah name fer that, an' ya sure as hell don't need t' be spoutin' literature at me when yer about t' fuck mah ass."

"The two aren't necessarily mutually exclusive," the lion noted dryly, just to get the tiger's goat; while he wasn't above a little romance in the midst of lovemaking, he didn't plan to quote Shakespeare while sating his lusts, either. It was too much fun teasing Blake, though. "But who said that's what was going to happen...?" And with that, he quickly shoved his paw down between their bodies, seeking and finding the snaps which held the tiger's codpiece connected to his belt.

Unsurprisingly, the striped feline let out a shocked cry at having something so large and warm suddenly in close proximity to his tender privates--although the very solid, throbbing lump behind the leather pouch attested to the fact he couldn't really complain at this treatment. "Hey, watch it! Ya break it, ya bought it..."

The fastenings gave way, letting the codpiece spring back as Nieve lifted his hips slightly, and then one of the thickest, meatiest cocks the lion had ever seen leaped upward sharply, smacking his wrist in passing before bouncing against the white-furred abs above it, splattering a healthy dollop of pre over his paw in the process. Staring down at the juicy length of pink, veined flesh as it bobbed and quivered expectantly, he let out a groan to echo the one Blake made at his relieved release. "Oh, believe me, tiger, I have no intention of breaking this..." He paused and smirked. "Unless it was from overuse, of course."

For several moments the tiger stared at him, blinking repeatedly. Then he actually threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, man...this is rich!" Shaking his head, he smirked knowingly. "I shoulda known...that's what this wuz all about, wasn't it? All that macho dickheadism out there wuz just a front--ya really did just wanna get in mah pants!" If his arms had been free to do so, Nieve was sure Blake would be crossing his arms smugly over his chest. "Not that I blame ya...I know fer a fact this dick's a good ride. But who would've ever pegged a strappin' hulk like you wuz really a subby bottom boy?"

Nieve froze in the middle of wrapping his paw snugly around that burgeoning tiger meat, glaring flatly up at the other feline from beneath the roguish overhanging lock of his mane. His paw on Blake's shoulder clenched, at last making him hiss as claws pierced the skin. "For your information, I'm a switch. And I think you have me confused with someone else--I am no one's subby bitch."

"Coulda fooled me," Blake sneered elegantly. "Who's the one droolin' over th' chance t' get his paws an' muzzle on mah package?"

"Who's the one on top of you right now?" the lion retorted. "And you really don't know anything, kitten, if you think craving dick makes a guy a submissive. Looks like you've got more than one lesson to learn..." Part of him truly did want to teach this tiger his place, and perhaps change his outlook in the process so he'd never mistreat another fur like that raver skunk again. But the rest of him just plain wanted very badly to have a tiger cock inside him...and he knew just how to get it while maintaining control.

Time to show him what dominance is really all about. Unobtrusively, he undid his belt buckle, then started working on the snap and zipper...

"Uh-huh. That's what they all say." Blake grinned. "But as soon as they get this dick up their ass, or down their throat, they start singin' a different tu_rrrawwrr_!"

This last was of course caused by the unexpected action Nieve had taken--abruptly shoving himself forward along the couch, thighs spread wide in clusters of golden-furred sinew and thews, his own weight pinning the tiger's barrel chest to the ratty, broken-down cushion as his legs encircled that bullish striped neck. In the same motion, with the ease of long practice, he pushed and shoved his pants all the way down to his knees--which since as usual he didn't have anything on underneath allowed his own rampant crimson erection to spring out and smack the tiger hard in the face.

Before Blake could do more than snarl in protest, the bouncer had him by the back of his head with one paw, angling it up toward his now bare, musky groin. "Open wide," he said tauntingly, then crammed his barbed glans into the tiger's open maw.

Instantly he was in heaven--the sensation of a warm, wet mouth around his sex was always incredibly blissful for him, as it was for all males--and without hesitation he thrust harder, stuffing Blake's muzzle full of inch after girthy inch of lion cock. Whether the tiger wanted to or not, of course, he was pleasuring him...each instinctive swallow or the futile struggles of his writhing tongue only adding to Nieve's ecstasy and prompting large, sticky deposits of his prolific preseed, coating the big cat's palate and shooting in long, gushing ropes straight to the back and down his gullet. Even the hurried motions of the tiger's Adam's apple as he tried to stay ahead of the flow was intoxicating, seeing as the lion had deliberately rested his ballsac against his prey's throat so that each swallow made those heavy, aching orbs roll about deliciously.

"Yeah...that's it...you know just what to do, don't you...you've done this before. You want dick just as much as I do." Rumbling in the back of his throat at a particularly thrilling brush of tongue tip against the bundle of nerves just below his flared glans, Nieve stiffened, tail lashing, his corded thighs standing out even more with the fervid humping he made into that moist tightness.

Back and forth he sawed, working himself between those thick, passionate lips, driving through the gooey mass puddling and collecting on Blake's tongue, making quite sure to pop the rim of his glans in and out of those puckered lips. The more he worked himself in the tiger's capacious mouth, the harder and thicker he became until he finally reached a full blazing erection. He was quite proud of the fact that even the large tiger was having a bit of trouble taking him at full size, but that didn't stop him from determinedly pounding his muzzle anyway, just to prolong the sensations and ensure Blake wouldn't be leaving the Bottom Line without an aching jaw and breath smelling of his essence for days...

Gripping the tiger's ear with a firm yank, he chuckled as he pulled back yet again, slipping free just in time for a thick wad of pre to fly out from his gaping slit to splatter heavily on the cat's face. "Very good...give enough time and even you'll get it in the end." He swung his hips, making his cock smack across that blocky countenance, mopping up his slick musky fluid with cheek ruff and whiskers alike. "But that's not all I want from you, no matter how talented you are..."

So saying, Nieve gradually wriggled backwards down the tiger's bulky torso, keeping him trapped in place the entire time with his full weight, pulling his cock away with tantalizing, teasing slowness, very much enjoying the sensation of his nuts and shaft dragging and bumping across the tiger's leather harness. He had to smirk at Blake's expression--questing, resentful, and even petulant at having his treat taken away, no matter the circumstances in which he'd been forcefed it.

But he didn't stop, leaning down over the tiger's mountainous chest to apply his tongue with salacious care to the swell of one white-furred pectoral...circling the nub which crowned it several times until finally slurping the prominent pink flesh with a moan of delight, so that Blake arched his back and struggled beneath him in a strange mixture of desperately trying to escape and eagerly grinding closer still.

He could not get free, however...reduced to panting sweatily but unable to lift Nieve's bulk thanks to the pressure of that paw on his shoulder and the awkward angle, while his other arm was trapped against the couch back. So he had to accept having the quivering, saliva-slicked lion shaft pulled from the reach of his hungry mouth, even as the bouncer's descent along his body brought that upturned, tautly firm golden ass closer and closer to the striped cat's still proudly immense, straining member...

When at last he felt the sticky tip of that rigid tool brush against the soft fur of his asscleft, then kissing the tight, bare flesh of his tailhole, like a sizzling coal, Nieve spasmed violently, so tense and with every muscle standing out starkly beneath his pelt--not just from the sudden sensation but from the knowledge of what it was. A penis larger than any he'd felt in a very long time, so wonderfully thick and beautifully shaped, attached to a man who, as long as he kept his damned mouth shut, was an undeniable slab of beefcake.

He'd always had a thing for tigers, the combination of sheer size, rich fur, and exotic coloring setting off all kinds of bells for him, but this Blakeson surpassed any he'd met before. He wanted him so badly it hurt (or was that his blue balls, screaming at him for not violently fucking that sweet muzzle to a glorious release?). And he would have him, now, this instant. Even if the other feline were a simpering, limp noodle who just lay there and took whatever his lover wanted from him, he would make the tiger plow his ass with that perfect cock.

Because that was what a dominant did, he always had control...and to exert it instead over one so arrogant, selfish, and domineering, one who would struggle for supremacy with him but in the end lose that battle to the lion who had overpowered him...yes, that only stoked his lust all the more.

Letting out a low, throaty, almost feral growl, Nieve peered up at Blake from beneath the fallen locks of his mahogany mane, leaving behind a hugely peaked rock-hard nipple surrounded by whorls of wet fur, and was gratified to see the whimpering, gasping tiger watching him warily. Finally he understood that he was in this for the long haul whether he wanted it or not--that no matter how big for his britches he was (literally...!) or how confident in his strength and independence, he had at last met a man who was his match.

Licking his lips slowly, his shaft still throbbing mightily between them so that it drooled a steady, long, syrupy stream of pre onto the tiger's belly fur, Nieve gave him a Cheshire grin. "Now I'm taking what's rightfully mine. I know you're going to enjoy it, because all guys love having their dicks in something tight, hot, and wet, and my ass is all that and more. But you're going to do it because I want you to, not because you do...maybe now you'll think twice before forcing others to do your bidding, hmm?"

And with those words, before Blake could even try and deny the accusation, the lion wriggled his hips for all the world like a cub about to pounce and ground himself backwards and down--spreading his cheeks apart and impaling himself hard and quick on that bell-shaped, succulent head.

Immediately Nieve felt the intense, insistent burning which, even after all his years of taking cock, was quite familiar--no matter how many times he was penetrated, the natural state of an ass made it still somewhat painful to stretch it open and force something so thick and hard within. But that barely registered with him anymore...all he focused on was the pleasure of feeling such a large, slippery crown breaching his tailhole, of his flesh going from dry to wet in an instant, of his seasoned ring being forced to accept that lustfully throbbing glans and then the fat inches of shaft following right behind it. Blake seemed as blessed with prolific glands as the lion was, for equal amounts of slippery warmth were seeping into his rear as they were pouring down to wetly coat Nieve's pendulous balls, only adding to both the funk in the close air of the room and the lewd sounds coming from their joined hips.

Well aware that the tiger's paws were still mostly free and could attempt to take control again, the lion didn't rest on his laurels. Even as his sphincter seized around the back of Blake's glans with an audible suction, he shoved himself backward and down, a little too hard, a little too quickly. Grinding firmly and letting out an odd cry that was a mix of both yowl and roar, he increased the pressure, working that vividly defined cockhead inside his delicious pink warmth--and he didn't stop to adjust as most would do.

No, he kept spearing himself with that flaring tigerdick, aided by all that oozing pre even as the friction made him shudder--a sensation that rippled all through his body and right into Blake. He heard the tiger let out a mewl of his own (a deep one to be sure, but it was still a mewl) as he grabbed onto the couch cushion and dug his claws in for purchase, and smiled smugly to himself. "Aww, kitty like that? I promise, this ass only gets better..."

Wedging himself another few inches, he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, to release the built-up tension of his arousal, and gradually his inner muscles unclamped enough. Gravity took over--another gasp escaped his suddenly parched throat, and inch by inch slid slickly into his waiting passage, stretching it out, forcing him to conform to the tiger's dimensions. Eyes almost rolling back in his head at the pain and ecstasy coursing through him, Nieve didn't stop, didn't hold back until he felt the thick knob of red flesh 'tapping' against his inner ring.

There at last he stopped, panting, his sweat-soaked chest heaving as he gazed down at the other feline. "See what I mean? And there's still plenty more for you, don't worry...now, if you will permit me..." Even as he spoke with such faux-politeness, Nieve reached down with both paws and instantly latched onto both of the tiger's pink nipples, wrenching and twisting them as if they were dials on a radio.

Unsurprisingly, Blake let out a roar and arched his back parabolically--and such was his strength that his hips surged upwards as if he'd been attached to the electrodes of some infernal machine, shoving Nieve off the couch and, coincidentally enough, prying his monstrously thick shaft even deeper into the lion's ass. Releasing his hold, he allowed the tiger to fall back on the cushion in a sweaty heap with a loud creak of wood and springs, then peered down at the formerly cocky male's stunned face and slightly glazed eyes.

"Nice. Now would you look at that...a big, bad kitty at my mercy, for me to do with as I please...and I'm still the one being fucked. Isn't that interesting?" Mirth underlay every syllable. He shouldn't really be enjoying himself this much...but the tiger had made it so easy, and he so deserved having his muzzle ground in the truth. There was so much more to sex, to relationships, and believing otherwise was far too limiting. Opening Blake up to all the possibilities was really doing him a major favor.

Speaking of opening up... Grasping the tiger's nipples once more, he began to pinch, tug, and roll them between his strong fingers, relishing their rigid thickness and meaty consistency--and each motion not only prompted more harsh cries from Blake's parted muzzle, they continually forced the tiger to arch and thrust against his will, slamming and grinding his hips upward to punch a tunnel through Nieve's insides.

Inch by inch, each time he teased the other male's sensitive nipples, that large presence inside him was made to shift, the fist of flesh that was Blake's glans bucking up through his sleek, heated flesh to satisfy the deep-seated ache in both of them. After 'knocking' against his inner door, the tiger was driven, inch by inch, to claim the lion whether he wanted to or not.

It was quite delicious, really, Nieve reflected even as he too arched his back, lifted his face to the ceiling, and let out his own pleasurable cries which no one else in the club could hear--or if they did, wouldn't even care to investigate. The tiger was so given over to the excruciating arousal flowing out from his chest that he couldn't even rip his paws free of the couch, let alone do anything to establish dominance...so everything was under Nieve's control, he could determine exactly how quickly and deeply he was taken, as he liked it.

And though he suspected Blake was used to fucking an ass much quicker and harder than this, the tiger was hardly complaining either. How could he, when the hideously pleasurable nature of this kind of claiming just kept going on and on? Each time he released those now dark red nubs and allowed Blake to slump back, he took opportunistic advantage of the instinctive flexing which made the tiger's cock swell larger to work another inch in past his ring. Each time he latched on again, the lion spread his thighs and relaxed, easing the constriction enough to make more of that turgid meat disappear inside him.

Like a master musician, he played Blake's body as an instrument, deliberately digging his claws into those nipples to induce vicious bucks of those striped hips, so that the pink pylon he sported was forced closer and closer to the brutal girth of its base. Overriding the burning ache of this demanding stretching, Nieve massaged and caressed the abused flesh to reassure the tiger (but still set off shivering waves of rapture), starting to hunch and thrust his own hips to aid in the penetration. Finally, when he could no longer withstand the slow feeding of tigerdick into his ass, the lion let out a rough, dominant growl and pressed his paws into Blake's chest, slamming him back into the couch and shoving his ass down.

Driving into the tiger's groin so that both sets of massive, full balls slapped audibly together, Nieve let out a deep snarl as his vision went white from the intensity of the sensations. Claws gripping the sides of Blake's pecs, he jerked and shuddered for several long moments, his wet cleft pressing to the tiger's nuts, his own cock (left unattended all this time) launching out a long, firehose gush of pre to land with a series of heavy splats all across that white-furred expanse, even filling the sculpted valley of Blake's chest and running down into the swells of his abs as well as dripping across the black leather of his harness.

Finally, after he recovered from this last painful entrance, the lion released his white-knuckled grip on Blake's chest and gazed down at him with an enticing, lusty stare, a never-ending, amorous purr rumbling in his throat and chest. "Mmmm...much better. You really seemed to like that...maybe you should get those pierced?"

It took the tiger several moments to force words out through his gritted teeth. "I...I've thought about it. Might faint though, I'm so damn sensitive...would ruin mah manly image, heh."

Nieve paused, shooting him a sardonic look. "What is it about you and that image, huh? Who cares what others think of you? You know you're not a wimp, or a flamer, and that's all that matters."

For a wonder, Blake actually averted his gaze and swallowed a little. "I really don't wanna talk about it, an' this ain't 'xactly th' right time, yanno?"

The lion ground his hips down again, stirring the tiger's cock within him and eliciting a lurid groan. "Doesn't look like you're going anywhere." Besides, he could tell this was important.

Blake sighed. "Fine if it'll shut ya up an' get ya back t' fuckin' me..." Nieve chuckled but didn't relent. "Long story short, I told ya mah dad wuz a professor. Mom's a cop. Didn't want anyone thinkin' I wuz an egghead, so I hit th' gym, bulked mahself up huge, an' went t' police academy."

Several long moments of silence ensued, as Nieve felt a chill in his heart. "Uh...you're a cop?" Shit. Shit shit shit!

The room was silent again, and then the tiger actually grinned and snickered. "Nah, don't worry, I ain't on-duty. Anyway, ya haven't done anythin' I didn't really want ya to...an' you were right, I needed a wakeup call." Blake shrugged philosophically, then peered up him very contritely. "Uh...damn, didn't even catch yer name..."

"Nieve," the lion supplied, even as he forced his heart to continue beating normally; the last thing he or Derek needed was to have the police arresting him or cracking down on the club. Thank goodness this tiger was a lot more reasonable and understanding than he'd first seemed.

"Nieve." He nodded in acknowledgment. "I really am sorry fer th' way I was actin'. Yer so right, there's no need t' be so damn testosterone-poisoned just t' get across I ain't a pansy pushover. An' ya more'n proved there's lotsa ways t' be dominant. So...lemme make it up t' ya." The tiger took a deep breath (making that massive chest swell and his diamond-hard nipples twitch distractingly), then placed his paws on the lion's hips. "Would ya please let me fuck ya?"

It was rather odd, the conciliatory tone and gentle pitch contrasted with the crude words. But it worked, and it made Nieve smile warmly at the other feline. "Now that's more like it. And of course you can...if we stay like this. Is that okay?"

For a moment the tiger looked briefly nettled, but then he relaxed and nodded. "Fair enough. Besides, this is pretty damned hot. And it lets me do somethin' I've been wantin' t' do all night..."

Even before Blake's muzzle got to where it was going, Nieve knew what he had in mind, and had to grin. Completely aside from this being the perfect bit of revenge, he knew for a fact that it was quite hard to resist his nipples--though he tried not to be as narcissistic as many of his species were, in this case he had to admit that the pleasure he received from playing with his nipples was too intense and incredible to avoid a few accusations of self-love.

Cupping the back of the tiger's head, Nieve shivered at the sensation of wet warmth around his nub, gasping softly and letting out a needy moan as he tensed around Blake's cock, which only make it re-firm to steel hardness within him. It was amazing, this rare commonality the two felines possessed--he met few males whose nipples were as sensitive as his, but when he did it always made for choice encounters he would never forget. Add that to the tiger's awesome physique and endowment, and...he still wasn't in love, he'd have to get know Blake much better than he did. But at the very least he knew he might have discovered an unswerving friend.

"Oh...God, that feels so good...mmm, I can tell you've done this before too," he whispered huskily as he ran his paw down the back of Blake's neck. The tiger's only answer was a contented chuckle of agreement, a soft grunt, and another fervent suckle that made all the lion's claws flex in and out of their sheaths. In response, Nieve smiled and resumed his earlier thrusting...slowly at first, then more needfully pistoning himself up and down on the cop's heavily throbbing member. And now that he was no longer pinning the tiger in place, nor directing his movements through his own nipple play, Blake was able to mirror his angle and force, as well as match that determined rhythm.

It was like the two of them had been made for each other as lovers (which only made Nieve more likely to resist calling him more than a friend--out of obstinacy if not wariness of something seemingly so perfect). His ass fit snugly around Blake's cock, somehow both comfortable and reassuring even as it remained exquisitely tight and vise-like. His nipple swelled and throbbed in counterpoint in that almost tender, attentive mouth...the scent in the air as their musks combined was intoxicating...and the feel of those mammoth striped arms wrapping around him could only be matched by slipping his own golden arms around the tiger's broad back. Everything so solid, so hot, so right.

Digging his claws in again (but this time much more carefully), Nieve pushed Blake back into the couch once more, but suggestively rather than forcefully. Grinding his erection firmly into that beautifully corrugated white abdomen, aided by the damp slickness of the pre-soaked fur there, he began to ride the tiger in earnest--levering himself atop those bulky thighs, driving that thick rod through his passage with faster, harder, deeper strokes, as if his life depended on bringing Blake to orgasm.

Sometimes he rose as far he could while still keeping the tiger's muzzle attached to his torso, so that only that mushroomed tip remained ensconced within him, just so he could feel the renewed ecstasy of sliding every single inch back into place to bottom out inside him. Other times he simply angled back and forth only a few inches at a time, never wanting to lose that sinfully good feeling of being utterly stuffed with dick.

Sternly grinding himself downward, he reveled in Blake rising up to meet him...prying himself open, he delighted in the way Blake's cock pounded him so effortlessly thanks to all the pre he continued to leak and spray within him, so much hot, slick pressure growing upon his prostate with each flex of that monumental shaft plugging him so fully.

On and on the two cats coupled, seeming endless in both their capacity for pleasure and stamina, muscles tensing and hardening beneath sweat-sheened pelts, limbs entangled as Nieve slipped his legs at last around Blake's waist and both of them caught each other up in the embraces of their powerful arms. The lion ground down against the tiger so forcefully it was as if he intended to break his hipbones with the fervor of his lust; the cop thrust up into the bouncer just as violently, gripping his shoulders to keep Nieve from being pounded right off his lap while he stirred and churned his veined shaft within that clamping tunnel in broad, gyrating motions. Groaning wantonly, Nieve bore down upon what felt thicker than a beer can and wonderfully hot, only to relax again so he could hump upon Blake's loins with slippery alacrity. And of course he never ceased stiffening, spasming, and snarling at the needy suckling of his nipple, especially when the striped feline made use of teeth as well as tongue and lips.

Finally, after what felt like hours of this fevered sex, the lion regretfully pulled Blake's muzzle back from his chest so he could gaze down at him intensely. "Hhrrr...this is so incredible, but I've got to have something more...I need your mouth on me again...think you can handle it?" What would have been asked with a sardonic tone if not a challenging sneer just an hour ago was now asked with concern instead.

Blake blinked, and unsurprisingly looked a bit uncertain; not many males, even felines, were flexible enough for this. But after a moment or two he nodded decisively. "Sure can. Yer big enough fer me t' reach, after all," he drawled with a wink.

So after re-situating themselves on the couch, with the tiger once more on his back, he bent and curved his spine just the right amount to make the kinky position possible. It was still something of a struggle even then, and required Nieve to slide forward and bend down himself, while the tiger hiked his ass up off the cushion and bent his own legs behind the lion's back. But eventually they managed it--the cop's big muzzle just reached Nieve's throbbing glans, and it was with great satisfaction on both their parts that Blake closed his mouth around it and began to suck anew.

Somehow, after all the foreplay that had gone before, feeling Blake's mouth there again was like a detonation of pleasure below the lion's stomach. Gripping the back of his head tighter than ever, he arched his back and cried out in wild abandon. "All right...God...fuck me now then, Blake...you've earned it, make me cum for you...make us both cum..."

The tiger needed no more prompting than that! As if all that had gone before had been merely the warm-up, he at once launched into motion--and even with the awkward position, the sheer size of the cop's dick made it easy for him to haul his hips back and forth and plunge almost the entirety of it back and forth, sawing through Nieve's well-lubed and stretched tailhole with all the skill, force, and rapidity of a pro.

That by itself would have been enough to shove the lion's cock into Blake's muzzle, but the bouncer didn't leave it at that, his own blazing need encouraging him to pump and pound his hips all on his own, bursting another wad of pre onto the tiger's sandpapery tongue each time it slithered over his tip and then driving back toward his gullet before pulling back to start the trip all over again.

Like well-oiled machines with great practice they went at it, each of them instinctively knowing just how to elicit the right response, pounding and grinding, thrusting and impaling, growing hotter and sweatier and more desperate with each passing minute--wanting to reach their peaks and yet also wanting to prolong these awesome sensations for as long as they could. Blake gripped Nieve's hips and rumpcheeks in both huge paws, both kneading and spreading them apart as well as guiding them up and down in a faster and more frantic rutting; the lion in turn grasped the tiger by his harness and jerked him up off the couch, making him bend still farther so he could cram over half his shaft into his muzzle once more and fuck his face with the same arousing pace as before.

At last, after another fifteen or twenty minutes of reckless rocking and hunching, he could feel the approach of his orgasm, that tickling heat behind his balls that would build into a glorious, white-hot explosion of ecstasy, and he could only toss his sweaty mane out of his eyes with a fervid grin down at Blake. "Yeah...yeah that's it...aww fuck, here we go..."

Time almost seemed to slow as the two cats launched into an even more rapid and frenzied thrusting as only felines could--Nieve's hips becoming a blur of motion as he rammed his cock in and out of Blake's muzzle and the tiger's hips similarly arching up and down to slam their balls together, jostling and churning as he thrust wildly into that sticky, sweaty cleft with lewd squelching sounds.

Then at last Nieve pulled out of the cop's mouth, letting him fall back on the couch (and giving his bent back a relief) so he could just as violently stroke and pump his cock with his own paw. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut...grunting, growling, building up and up to that shining moment, feeling it burning, growing, intensifying...

With a thunderous roar, he climaxed, vaulting out his seed in huge, creamy, musky gouts all over the tiger's face and chest as well as the wall behind his head. It just kept coming, flying out from his burning hot shaft, birthed from his puckered slit in long, wriggling, widely splattered streamers to coat Blake's fur and everything else they touched in viscous stickiness.

Each shot made him arch his back farther and clamp down tighter and tighter on the cock buried in him to the hilt, the pleasure after such a long build-up was so overwhelming--and that in turn finally set the cop off. He too roared (a sound Nieve privately knew was much more impressive, deep, and deafening than even a lion's roar was), and his hips rose to lift the lion a foot off the couch as his white-furred balls snapped into place and worked to flood Nieve's ass with his own prolific load.

By the time both of them had finished, Nieve was shuddering from head to foot with the power of his climax, soaked with sweat and other fluids, and he could feel the excess overflow (quite voluminous) leaking from around the base of Blake's shaft to completely drench his inner thighs and drip steadily from the underside of his sac. The tiger, for his part, seemed just as worn out and awed by the proceedings, falling back limply onto the battered cushion, a stunned look on his white-painted face while his chest heaved and flexed as if he'd just run a marathon. "Wow...just...fuck..."

"You can...say that again," Nieve muttered as he leaned down over the striped cat, bracing himself with quavering arms while he tried not to shift too much atop the tiger's hips--for each motion of Blake's cock within him (which he now felt also had barbs) set off all-new waves of intensely indescribable ecstasy, making him whimper and moan. Through half-lidded eyes, the lion gazed at his lover, shook his maned head, and chuckled softly. "I knew I was right to go after you tonight."

"Well, I gotta admit..." Blake smirked a little. "...yer a damn sight hotter an' a better ride than that skunk ever coulda been."

"Thanks." The bouncer considered, then ran a finger artfully along the tiger's jaw. "So, you still think a dom can't bottom, or that a top has to be in control?"

Blake held up both paws placatingly. "All right, all right, ya win that one! Guess I've still got a lot t' learn. But damn, if that wuzn't th' hottest thing I've ever done...if everythin' ya do is as amazin' as that, you can dom me anytime ya want. An' believe me, comin' from me that's a huge concession."

"I can tell." Nieve was rather proud at keeping most of the smugness out of his voice, since he could already see this tiger had a good heart under all that muscle and arrogant attitude; he'd just been a victim of appearances, of being persuaded by the idiocy and narrow-mindedness of all the other guys around him. Their example had misled Blake about what was possible, what was right, and what was even true...but he'd seen the light now.

Without forethought or intention, the lion found himself leaning down over Blake, fixing his blue eyes on those deep emerald ones--eyes that were now warm and kind after settling into the languid bliss of afterglow--and then cupped his muzzle in both paws to give him a grateful kiss. Surprisingly, even after how long they'd been sating their lust upon each other and finally releasing their pent-up needs, the kiss was still quite passionate and arousing...long, slow, and intense.

Even more surprising was how a man he'd been certain was a 'wham-bam-thank-you-Stan' sort of fellow was quite talented in such an intimate, romantic gesture--melding his lips to his, almost shyly asking permission with his tongue tip before sliding it into Nieve's mouth. He even purred just as the lion did! Either I taught him better than I thought...or he wasn't that bad a guy to begin with.

After pulling apart at last, Blake pushed Nieve's mane out of his eyes, smiled, and then chuckled with a slow shake of his heavy head. "The guys back at th' precinct'll never believe this. Hope ya don't mind if this kinda stays our li'l' secret, at least fer a while."

"No problem, you've earned it, big guy." He smiled thoughtfully. "Though I hope it isn't too long...it'd be nice to show off that I managed to land one of the biggest, best studs in the city."

"You mean I'm not the biggest?" The tiger both looked and sounded petulant, but Nieve could tell he was actually teasing and not acting like his previous sneering self. Half-sitting up once more, he stared down at his cum-soaked chest, then almost went cross-eyed as he peered at the thick goopy strands hanging across his face. "Aww shit, now I gotta get cleaned up...ya got a bathroom 'round here...?"

Nieve chuckled fondly. "Yeah, two doors down on the other side of the hall."

Even as he was very slowly, and carefully, pulling his reluctantly softening member out of the lion's ass (a sensation that made both of them gasp and shudder as much as the extremely loud sound of congealing cum made them quiver and grin), Blake worked to clean the white liquid off his face as well as scooping some of it off his chest. Licking his fingers clean, he grunted in disbelief. "Damn. A fucking huge load, and it tastes this good? Is there anythin' that isn't perfect about ya?"

"I snore," Nieve replied dryly. "I also hate getting up early if I don't have to, and I'm vain as hell about my mane."

Both of them laughed heartily about that one. "Well I don't blame ya," the tiger said at last even as he ruffled said mane, to Nieve's annoyance. "But don't worry, I bet I'll have plenty of time t' find out all yer nasty habits, an' you mine. Cuz believe you me, yer gonna be seein' me again real soon. A lot of me."

Surreptitiously Nieve glanced at his watch. "Well what do you know, my shift's almost over. So after we get cleaned up, we could head over to my place and see how much more trouble we can get into." He grabbed hold of the tiger's harness again and drew him close for another kiss. "I've got some leathers almost like this at home. Maybe the next time we're both off-duty, we can come here as a set, and make the whole damn Bottom Line jealous of both of us, eh?"

Blake paused, staring at him in both stupefaction and renewed lust; then he smirked in amusement and nodded, briefly clasping the lion's large paw in his. "Now that sounds like a date, stud."