And Why You'd Need Pants?
"Where the hell are my pants?"
Bits and pieces of clothing flew around everywhere. White short furred hands went through the pieces of fabric, tossing each one aside as unwanted. A black shirt, an old dirty shirt, black pants, an old leather loincloth... But the specific pants he wanted were nowhere.
All of a sudden the young white lion noticed that he was looking through the pile of dirty clothes. Of course he would not wear the pants if he found them in desperate need of a wash. Luckily they had not been in that pile. But then again, that meant that they could be anywhere in the room.
The young lion rose to his feet and looked around disheartened. The specific pair he was looking for were made from black leather and licked the shapes of his legs perfectly, a stunning contrast against his glaring white fur. He wanted those pants for the party at the lounge. Some black leather stuck out from a pile!
Jaynd charged the pile and grasped the black leather, only to find it to be just a strap. Sighing in frustration, the white youngster flopped down onto his rump, still holding the offending strap in his hands. They had to be somewhere! Jaynd pinned his ears back and began to tighten his hands into fists but the feeling of thick leather on his palm stopped the motion. Blue eyes lowered to his hand. A blush rose to his cheeks as memories rushed in.
It was a thick black leather belt... It had been wrapped around his wrists, his wrists behind his back, a hand slammed onto his back, his chest slamming against the mattress, harsh growling from behind him... He almost heard the sound again in his ears and a rush of blood hurried down his body. But the lion pushed the thoughts away from his mind for now. Later, perhaps, would be time for some fun... Not now. Now he needed to find the pants.
Jaynd rose up and walked around his room, kicking at clothes, getting frustrated. Pinning his ears back the lion gave a growl and muttered:
"Where the hells are my pants?"
"And why you'd need pants?" came a sudden response. Jaynd whirled around to find a male Doberman leaning against the door frame. His cocky grin made the lion pin his ears back in submission. This only seemed to edge the dog on, his grin grew wider and his pose stiffened. The cropped ears were held taut, directed at the fine looking feline, dark eyes admiring the naked body...
"Jasce?" Jaynd eked out some masculinity into his voice, but it seemed that the Doberman was sucking it all out of the room and into himself. The handsome canine stepped in, casually pulling the curtain shut behind him. The tan color on the shiny black coat attracted the lion's eyes to fall down, slowly passing the enticing muscles on both the dog's chest and stomach, heading slowly towards... The Doberman had covered himself with a small pair of shorts, rather showing himself off more than hiding anything. Jaynd lifted his blue eyes quickly to Jasce's face, saw the look of disapproval and immediately dropped his gaze to the floor, submissively pinning his ears back. He heard Jasce give a snicker.
The Doberman walked over to the lion, reaching out a hand to stroke the soft white fur. His cocky grin widened with dominance as the athletic body submitted to his touch and gave him access to where ever his hand went. Jasce used this to his advantage, making Jaynd twist and squirm in order to follow the Doberman's touch.
"You didn't answer me, kitty."
Would it have been any other situation, Jaynd would have growled at the annoying pet name, but now it sent a shiver down his spine. The Doberman seemed to pick up on it, Jaynd's anticipation growing as the subtle tones of the touches from the dog's fingers changed ever so slightly.
"I..." Jaynd's answer was cut short as the shorter male passed his fingers to the taller lion's neck. He immediately stopped talking, closed his eyes and raised his head, exposing his neck.
"Yes?" Jasce asked on purpose, knowing very well that the lion would not speak with his head raised like that. There was a certain satisfaction in tormenting the white lion in this specific way... there was something almost virginal in him and it all brought a smile to Jasce's lips and a bulge to the already tight enough pants. The Doberman growled in question, only to hear a whimper in response. Taking pity on the poor lion, Jasce let his hand drop, heading down the smooth fur on the white shoulder, down the arm. Jaynd lowered his head, but kept his eyes closed.
"I want them for the party..." he whimpered, the ministrations from the tan, nimble fingers making concentrating on the conversation absolute hell. The hands travelled to his shoulders, pressing against them not too harshly.
Suddenly Jaynd found himself slammed back first into the wall. He grimaced in pain, but the menacing growl from the dog made him immediately cover his teeth again.
"Party? Who says you're going?" Jaynd felt the Doberman's eyes pierce him, even though he held his own eyes closed. The lion knew not to answer, this seemed like a trigger... answer wrong and you have to suffer from the consequences. Jasce seemed to pick on that too, his grin widened triumphantly.
"Good kitty," the dog purred, "You don't need pants for what I'm going to do..."
The pressure on Jaynd's shoulders pushed him down. The lion quickly opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the glistening fur, the taut muscles and the great bulge between his legs. The contrast of tan against black and the black fur against black leather was stunning, the sight almost driving the lion insane... Those pants had to come off.
Immediately once in a comfortable position on his knees, Jaynd's arms shot out to Jasce's hips and ducked beneath the waist line. The crooked smile on that muzzle... The mere sight of it was enough to drive another shiver and a rush of blood down his spine. White fingers began to work against the black leather, searching desperately for a way to release that bulge. He worked his way to a button and began to unfasten it. The opening showed more fur, delightfully curly right beneath the dog's navel. Jaynd stroked his fingers through the longer fur, seeming to forget his desperate want to get the leather garment off of the dog and onto the floor.
The second button was beneath the first, the opening revealing more fur, also a tip of pink, glistening in the light... The musk filled Jaynd's nostrils, intoxicating, thrilling, drowning. He brought his muzzle closer, opening his mouth ever so slightly. Just like the tip of the Doberman's member, the pink tip of the lion's tongue showed from between his lips. Just with the very tip of his tongue, Jaynd took a droplet of precum off the dog's penis. The taste was just as intoxicating as the smell. Lusting for more, the lion grasped a tighter hold on the waist line of the pants and yanked them down. They fell past the perfect legs covered in that gorgeous shine of black and tan and thumped softly onto the floor. Jaynd laid his hands under the dog's hocks and let his fingers slide up, going against the fur. It bristled up and felt sharp but when he ran the fur down, it was the smoothest sensation he had felt in ages. Jaynd traveled upwards, finding all the muscles, each one of them hard and trained to perfection. Much like... the white lion took a peek upwards.
The white, soft and gentle hands reached Jasce's hips again. While the other grasped a hold from the side of his hip, the remaining hand ducked behind the Doberman, feeling his rump and touching the odd, docked tail. It greatly bothered Jaynd that the dog had no proper tail, but there was also something interesting in the short stump that remained of Jasce's tail. Why? Why cut off a part of yourself...?
A commanding growl from deep within the Doberman's chest interrupted Jaynd's thoughts and reminded him that pleasing the Doberman was what he was here for.
Partially dreading a punishment, partially hoping that he had done something to deserve a rough treating, Jaynd brought his muzzle closer to the now exposed member of the dog, quivering with anticipation. The smell of musk set his lust ablaze, sending a branding flame running all over his body. Somewhere between his legs his own malehood was in need of attention, but denied, as the dominant male demanded his share first.
Jaynd enjoyed the scent as he slowly pushed his tongue out and let the rough surface run across the sensitive skin. The precum gathered on to his tongue and Jaynd lapped it up in delight. His eyes fell closed as he relaxed into an easy rhythm of bobbing his head up and down. Jasce growled from somewhere deep within his chest, a wonderful sound reverberating ever Jaynd's bones, the feeling of pleasure the Doberman felt washing over Jaynd.
Jasce enjoyed the sensation of the rough feline tongue on his member. He preferred the harsh feeling the feline tongue offered to the soft caresses of his own species. Their tongues felt as if they were being careful with him, afraid of hurting him... The kitty kneeling submissively at his feet... that was a delightful feeling. Jasce knew that Jaynd would never hurt the alpha male, but at the same time the tongue partially did the task. There was a delightful conundrum of pain, submission, domination... The Doberman grabbed a hold of the white lion's short mane and harshly yanked the head away from his member. There was a delicious looking trail of precum between the tip of his penis and the lion's lips. Jaynd licked his lips, his hungry eyes looking at Jasce with a question. He clearly wanted more, but... Jasce smiled that delightful crooked smile.
"Enough of that for you," he chuckled, giving the lion a scritch beneath his chin. Jaynd purred, which made the dog chuckle again.
"Get up."
Jasce yanked Jaynd from his mane again. The lion did groan in protest, but got up to his feet. The tight hold on his mane felt wonderful. He took a peek into the dark brown eyes of the Doberman. There it was... the power, the dominance, the confidence, the knowledge that he was in control. There was absolutely no reason for the lion to resist. He tried to crouch down to get under the Doberman's eye level, but the tight hold on his mane prevented him from moving. There was a very wrong feeling in being above the alpha and it made Jaynd uncomfortable.
Jasce watched the squirming the white lion was doing and smiled to himself. He knew exactly what the matter was, yet kept his grip on the long fur on the submissive male's neck. Watching the uncomfortable expression, the squirming, hearing whimpers escape from the feline's lips, those were the things that made his blood burn with desire. A malicious twinkle lit up in his eyes.
"You know what I want," the Doberman said as he let go and took a step back.
Jaynd barely dared to look at the alpha male, but his body was so tempting. The tight muscles, the shine of the short fur, that rod of pink flesh right there in his reach... but he knew Jasce didn't want that now. But what did he want?
The lion's head turned from side to side. There was an edge of desperation in his eyes. The Doberman could almost see all of his muscles tensing beneath the smooth white fur. The lion's pelt felt exotic, a soft type that one's hand just disappeared into. Exactly like he wanted to sink himself in... Finally the lion moved. Jasce followed with his eyes as the kitty slunk towards a chest of drawers. Did he have some of his toys in there? If that was the case, the lion just might be telepathic. No, the lion did not reach into any of the drawers, instead he did something which looked delightful and set his mind ablaze with ideas. He was resting his hands against the chest, his butt high in the air and exactly right towards Jasce's eyes. The Doberman gave a smile. For a moment he took delight in the vision, letting his mind run amok with lashes and crops, making red welts to mar the perfect shade of white. Jaynd brought a hand to his rump and tried to spread his buttocks apart. The attempt made Jasce smile. The younger male was so eager to please his alpha... or maybe it wasn't eagerness, but a fear of punishment, which suited Jasce even better.
A whimper brought Jasce out of his dreams. The kitty had turned his head and was looking at him with a questioning and fearful look in his eyes. Jasce gave him a sight of his canines in response. Jaynd immediately pinned his ears back and turned his head away. The lion shuddered and it sent a jolt of excitement down the Doberman's spine and right to his crotch. Now if the cat just had something useful in this room of his...
Jaynd felt a hand touch his right buttock. He purred, but at the same time closed his eyes in fear of what was to come. Maybe he had done the right thing, despite the canine keeping him waiting for so long. The lion hoped that the dog had just been taunting him by making him wait, making him nervous. The hand began to wander up towards his tail, stroking his fur up uncomfortably. Maybe he wasn't thinking of anything bad... The hand grasped his tail and held it high up. A finger touched between his buttocks, finding the lion's tailhole with ease. It prodded and stroked. Jaynd tensed up in his uncertainty, but in immediate response a harsh slap crashed against his flesh, making him yowl and attempt to relax, ears pinned back and body trembling in fear of what was to come.
"Relax," came the growled command from somewhere deep within the Doberman's chest. The hand on his tail yanked up, lifting him to the very tips of his toes. This made the feline's cock hang out visibly, throbbing with excitement despite him trembling in fear. The fingers fell down, trailing softly along the sensitive skin
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At the same time as he so gently toyed with the kitty, Jasce wondered whether the lion had ever felt the lick of a whip on his perfect skin or had the athletic youngster evaded the sensation entirely. Such a shame if he had... Jasce promised to himself that one day he would make sure that that white fur would rise and show a beautiful mark of red.
A purr reached his ears when his fingers passed the feline's balls. Jasce remembered that this was a favored spot, but now decided to blatantly ignore it and headed straight for the feline's surprisingly humanesque cock. He passed the sheath, grabbed a hold of the shaft and smiled at the gasp escaping from the kitty's lips. The touch was thanked with a purr that came to an abrupt halt when Jasce began to forcefully stroke, pulling his hand along the length of flesh. Hopefully the kitty remembered how this would work... Jasce listened to Jaynd gasp, intake sharply and hold his breath intermittently, clearly not quite used to the canine's rough handling. But soon a purr sounded. Immediately Jasce gripped the lion's sack tightly, forcing a yowl out of his submissive before letting go. Jaynd whimpered when the Doberman returned his hand to his cock, again beginning the hard ministrations. Again it at first it forced Jaynd to gasp, but soon he got used to the feeling and began to enjoy it, the silky short fur on the Doberman's hand a delight to feel and Jaynd prepared to purr... but bit his lip instead, fighting back the urge, his body beginning to shudder against just at the sheer feeling of not being allowed to show that he was enjoying.
Seeing that Jaynd remembered how he liked it, Jasce left the kitty's cock alone and returned to the tight hole. It was tempting him... New territory, something he had yet to conquer. Jaynd shuddered beneath him.
A thought came to Jaynd's mind and it terrified him. Jasce slowly pushed his finger in, forcing the tensed muscles open, albeit oddly gently. It terrified Jaynd that the Doberman might try to mount him. A yank on his tail lifted his legs suddenly off the floor and reminded him that Jasce wanted something. Jaynd attempted to force himself to relax and immediately the Doberman's finger slid in deeper. A tearing pain shot through the lion but he bit his lip. Yet the tensing and the gasp of breath were clear enough cues for the black and tan canine. He yanked his finger out, eliciting another gasp and a shudder from his victim.
Jaynd had been correct in his fears...
Jasce closed in on the hapless feline, holding a tight grip on both his tail and on the side of his hip. The canine's cock needed only a little guidance to find the tight tailhole. Only the very tip slid in without an effort. The kitty's whimpering was music to his ears, particularly when it gained a panicky note when Jasce began to thrust. He resisted the strong urge to just shove in, knot and all, and used all of his willpower to keep his hips moving forward steadily and slowly. Although he much preferred sudden yowls and shrieks of pain, listening to the growing discomfort in the moans and groaning of the lion made Jasce wonder whether there was a new delight for him in this. Clearly the kitty's tailhole stretched to accommodate the Doberman's girth. This tight ass had to belong to a virgin and the moans just confirmed him of his beliefs. His knot bumped against the feline's flesh. Delighted in his progress, Jasce paused to bask in the feeling, the tight muscles clenching all around his rod, the shuddering of the submissive male's body adding to the sensation and those whimpers filled with pain and a hint of humiliation were music to the Doberman's ears. He leaned over the feline's back, his pitch black nose brushing against the pure white fur of the lion's ear. Jaynd whimpered louder and Jasce was certain that he saw the lion to be fighting back tears. Jasce thrust his hips to grind his knot against the lion's very sensitive flesh only to remind him that there was still worse to come. The noise Jaynd made was an epitome of desperation.
Jasce began to grind his hips back and forth, the dry friction a mental delight, because although it did not feel as pleasurable for him, the pain it brought to the recipient was more than enough reward, especially when they were as vocal about their pain as his current victim. If only he had had the tools to mar the irenic white fur on the kitty, raise welts onto his skin, it would have made this moment even more perfect.
Slowly the grinding spread him open wider. Jaynd moaned and grumbled with the pain, but did not dare to try and get away from the Doberman. He braced himself for every thrust inward and held on tightly to the chest of drawers whenever he felt the canine cock begin to slide back.
A truculent shove drove the lion to scream in pain and dig his claws into the piece of furniture he was leaning on. He heard a delighted grunt from the canine's mouth and then he felt the odd feeling of the cock inside him throbbing. Just as this feeling registered, a tearing pain shot through him. His scream echoed uselessly off the walls, his claws pierced into the wood, but the pain would not ebb. As he squirmed it only made it worse and the warning tightening of the grip on his hips was clearly a sign for Jaynd to stop and be still. The white lion bit his lip and tried to get used to the canine knot inside him. Jasce merely chuckled and stayed put, making the kitty wait silently until he could be released...