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Silver was between Thrad's knees, and was alternating nervous glances between Thrad's deep, wooden-marble eyes, and the bull's fabled cock. It was every bit as large as Silver remembered. Thrad's cock had a large profile even while it was soft. But Thrad was both a grower and a shower, so Silver knew his predetermined task would only get more challenging as time went on. If he was going to take the whole thing in his mouth, and throat, then the time was now.

But then, the time wasn't only now. The entire night was the time. Because Silver had been practicing at home with a zucchini of closely approximated dimensions. So Silver was well prepared to take Thrad's hard cock. He was even excited for it, opposed to being intimidated by it like he was the first time around. So taking Thrad while he was still soft should be a walk in the park. Yet for some reason Silver felt tremendous performance anxiety. Now that he was actually on his knees his confidence had started to wane. It was inconvenient to say the least. He couldn't help but exchange that nervous glance between both Thrad and his cock. He wasn't sure which one he disliked more. Was he frustrated at his own trepidation? Or was he frustrated with the way his casual hookup was so damned perfectly supportive and understanding.

"It's okay if you can't take it all." Thrad said. "Just go at your pace, and do what's comfortable. No blowjob is a bad blowjob, and you did great last time. You got this."

How was he so damn supportive of this? You got this? Studs from Howlr were supposed to be impatient and impersonal. That served to make Thrad's kind eyes equal parts comfortable and off-putting. Maybe that's what was giving Silver his second thoughts. Thrad genuinely seemed to enjoy Silver's sheer company, as though getting off was a secondary objective. So Silver wanted to return that genuine energy. The only way he could fathom to do that was through excellent, phenomenal sex. But that raised the stakes a little too high for Silver's comfort. He felt like a lot was riding on him being able to deepthroat the large thing which was staring him down. What if he wasn't able to do it after all.

Silver's eyes were now locked on the large cock before him. He kept his eyes there while he talked himself through the situation.

He knew that Thrad was right. Silver did have this. He had been practicing for the greater part of a week. He had even been practicing earlier today. He had the largest of his makeshift dildos deep in his throat even just an hour before he found himself here. On his knees. Staring down his ultimate objective as surely as it was staring back. This was to say nothing of the nature of this exact moment. This was easy mode. Thrad was soft for gods sake. He knew he could take it easily at this point. And he could already see the look of pleasant surprise on the bull's face after he'd hilted that cock with his mouth.

Silver relished in that guaranteed scene. He would be there, his lips up tight against Thrad's crotch, with his cock buried deep inside him. And Silver would look up with wide and excited blue eyes. Then he imagined Thrad's perspective. Thrad would see nothing but a gorgeous, slim tabby underneath him, performing a rare and deeply sexual act. And Silver would not just be a faceless slut from Howlr. He would be the greatest of them all.

And through all of this Silver maintained that that was his true objective. Thrad was just a step along that journey. Taking Thrad's entirety into his rear had been a mountainous feat. It was proof to himself of how far he had come. It had been half of the reason Silver was walking on clouds all week. The other half was his own, mental elation at his accomplishment. He had set out to be exceptionally good at sex. Previous to discovering Howlr, Silver didn't really have too many hobbies. He wasn't particularly good at many other things. Or, at least, he didn't think so. He had decided that sex was going to be his wheelhouse. Maybe part of it was that it was nice to get that ultimate validation each time he got a guy off with either his mouth or his ass. Or even his hands, although that was his least preferred method of getting a guy off.

Silver took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He could do this. Not just for the validation which came from the guys he was getting off. And he certainly craved Thrad's validation more than was typical of a casual encounter. But the biggest element of them all was that Silver sought validation for, and from, himself. He wanted to hilt his mouth up against Thrad's cock. Not in order to get Thrad off. But to get himself off. Both physically, and mentally as well. Silver knew he could do this. He had set his mind to it, and had been practicing all week. And now was certainly the time to put his skills to the test.

Now that he had reframed his thoughts, the cock which was inches from his face became much less daunting. He was ready for this. And in so many ways, he needed it. So Silver opened his maw, and used both hands to get Thrad's cock in a favorable position. Then he set about giving Thrad the best blowjob of his life. Silver's sense of satisfaction with himself depended on it.

Most of his memory of Thrad's cock had revolved around its presence, and absence, deep in his ass. The memory of that member inside him, and the ecstasy which accompanied it, had overwhelmed him. It had taken days to come down from it all. So of course it was nearly all that Silver could accurately recall. Which was to say that Silver had entirely forgotten the taste of Thrad's cock in his mouth. He had forgotten how much he loved it.

Silver didn't have too much experience with bovines, which was odd considering his extreme use and abuse of the app on his phone. There just weren't as many bovines on the app as there were felines and canines. And when you factored in all the other odds-and-ends of available species on the planet, bovines were just one of so many which one typically didn't see terribly often. Then again, that was probably a regional thing more than anything, which was something Silver had long lamented. As an example, Silver still hadn't had the pleasure of sleeping with an equine, which was practically priority one on his rampant quest for slut-hood. But that was probably a good thing. It had been hard enough to take Thrad so deep inside him. If he'd started with a horse or zebra he might not have been able to get the job done.

These were the thoughts which ran through Silver's mind as he worked his mouth and tongue around the head of Thrad's cock. Silver had so much experience with penis at this point that he could suck dick in his sleep. In fact, that was something he might like to try someday. Silver found himself bobbing up and down along the upper half of Thrad's cock without being terribly present for it. He chided himself for that wandering attention span. Because once he redirected his attention to the cock in his mouth, Silver could truly taste, and feel, was was going on. What he had been missing out on while he was stuck up in his head.

Each species had their own quirks of physiology. Canines, of course, had their legendary knots. And their dicks were smooth to go down on, with a consistent texture throughout. But that made them a little boring as far as blowjobs were concerned. They had a wonderful shape to them. But they were smooth enough that, aside from their warmth and gentle pulse, it sometimes felt more like going down on a dildo than a guy. And cats had those hooks on their dicks, which honestly weren't nearly as bad as their reputation suggested. The number of people turned off at the idea of a feline's cock was disappointing to Silver. But then, being a cat himself, he was more than a little biased towards that. At one point they certainly served a biological purpose, but in today's world they were more like feelers than anything, or even ticklers. It made them a pleasure to go down on, because there was a little something extra to play around with with his tongue.

As for bovines, there was almost a certain leathery quality to their cocks. It broke up the texture just enough to give Silver something to work with, not unlike the multitude of cats he'd slept with. Or other species, for that matter. As Silver ran his tongue along the bull's shaft in his mouth he sensed, and tasted, its small details and minutia. And that leathery quality gave them such a unique taste. It was hard to describe, but it might have been like going down on the smell of a forest floor. It was musky, and heavy and strong, and natural and powerful, too. It wasn't something Silver experienced too often, and now he was keenly aware of it. And his hunger was starting to grow.

He picked up his vigor on the cock inside him. He worked the shaft with more speed. He swirled his tongue around the head with just a little bit more pressure. When he flicked his tongue along Thrad's urethra he pressed against it just a little bit more. It all had the typically intended effect of starting to get Thrad hard in his mouth. The bull was growing quickly now. Silver could feel each pump into Thrad's member. With each pump he was getting noticeably more firm. Silver became aware that his window of easy-mode deepthroating was starting to close. Taking Thrad's cock into his throat while it was soft had been an easy guarantee. But now the bull was easily at half-chub. He was probably a bit beyond that, and was well on his way to full mast. Not that Silver wasn't prepared for that. But he really did want to get an early start. And he was running out of time. As far as blowjobs went (or at least this one in particular), it was now or never. Do or die. The time was now.

Silver didn't have to remove the cock from his mouth in order to take a deep breath. He kept working on the upper half of Thrad's cock as he continued to breath. He took deep, purposeful breaths, one after the other. He intended to swallow that cock down deep, and keep it there for a good, long while. By Silver's metric it wasn't good enough to hilt it for a second or two and call it a day. Sure, that would technically count as deepthroating the bull's large member. But Silver strove for more than that. His reputation relied on it.

Silver knew he was ready when he started to get a little light headed from the over oxygenation. Then he took one last, deep breath. It was the breaths to end all breaths. It might have been the deepest breath he'd taken in his life, although that was an especially strange thing to consider. Then he set about the task at hand, and all of its many levels. He needed to get Thrad off. And he needed to prove himself to Thrad. And he needed to prove himself to himself. But it went even deeper than that. Silver wasn't just taking this cock for himself. In some exaggerated way, he felt like he was about to take this cock for sluts everywhere. For all the aspiring gay boys who wished they could be that rare star they saw in the porn videos, but just couldn't do it. Silver would do it for them all.

For the first time in the course of the blowjob, Silver pressed that growing cock up against the back of his throat. He'd been bobbing up and down along the upper half of Thrad's shaft, but in truth he hadn't even gotten that much into his maw. But he was close to that milestone now that the head was up against his throat. Silver pressed more firmly against Thrad's cock. He tested it against his throat. He was judging it. He was getting a sense of its firmness and dimensions, and how it flexed under the pressure of his mouth and throat. And if Silver didn't have that large cock in his mouth, he would have laughed a little giddily. It would be a laugh of relief. And it would be the laugh of confidence. Because testing that bull's cock against the back of his throat, he knew that he could well and truly deepthroat this cock before him.

Silver pressed himself further against Thrad's cock, and it started to slide deeper inside him. But, even though he had all the confidence in the world, he still hasn't hasty in his attempt. By this point he was so well practiced at controlling his gag reflex that it practically wasn't a factor at all. But all it would take was one errant movement, just one awkward tense, and it was game over. Silver would gag on the cock inside him, and after one gag it was a high challenge to stop another from following up. Then, after a few gags, you'd have to pull off the dick inside you, and it was mission over. And sure, you could go at it again after you took a moment of rest. But Silver was aiming for a perfect game on this one. And that required methodical attention to detail. To every detail.

He slid further down on Thrad's cock. In his mind flitted the thought that this was just like the simulations. He'd been training for this moment, after all, and he was more than capable. But it wasn't exactly like the practice runs he'd made at home, which was why he took particular care. For instance, that leathery sensation sliding deeper in his throat was new. No vegetable that he knew of had that particular texture. A kiwi might have come close, although no dick Silver knew of would be furry like that. But then, no kiwi could possibly come close to Thrad's length and girth, and was he really considering the texture of fruit at a time like this?

But then, he couldn't help but compare Thrad's cock to the unfortunate vegetables he'd been practicing on all week. That was Silver's comfort zone. When he warmed up earlier in the day, it was with a smooth, long, and thick gourd. Thrad wasn't yet that hard (although he was on the way). But the biggest difference was what Silver considered to be a squish factor. In at least some way, Thrad's dick sort of squished up into Silver's throat. As Silver pressed his way further along the shaft, it moved to expand into whatever space was available to it. In Silver's practice runs, his makeshift dildos were firm and unforgiving. His throat had to expand and open up, and do all of the work. So deepthroating the bull as he was was a pleasant change. Because it was fleshy (and delightfully so), it worked in tandem with Silver's throat, instead of against it. Thrad's cock contracted against the constraint and confinement of Silver's throat. And in equal measure Silver's throat gave the cock exactly as much room as it needed, and not an iota more.

All this meant that, although Silver was still being extraordinarily cautious, taking Thrad's cock deep into his maw was easy. So still Silver slid down on Thrad's cock. He was edging towards the base now, and for effect Silver slid back up along Thrad's shaft just enough. The tightness of Silver's insides was now working along the head of Thrad's cock. Then Silver made his much anticipation move a little earlier than he expected to. Even though he hadn't hilted the improbably large cock just yet, he glanced his eyes up to meet Thrad's gaze all the same. He had known Thrad would be locked on the scene between his legs. So Silver knew exactly where to flick his gaze.

The slight tabby had known to expect surprise and desire in his hookup's eyes. But he had vastly underestimated how deeply those feelings would run. It wasn't enough to say that Thrad was surprised, or horny, or filled with desire. Thrad had become all of those things. And so many more besides.

Reflected in those deep eyes was the same measure of pride which Silver felt himself. Some part of Silver knew he was already every bit the sex crazed boy he aspired to be. He always desired to grow and develop his skill set. But looking into Thrad's eyes he felt like he could call the whole thing off now, and the night would still be a raucous success. Thrad had gotten more than he had expected, or known that he wanted, and the look in his eyes said it all. Thrad desired him alright. And Silver knew the bull wanted to fuck. Thrad was ever the gentleman, and he was letting Silver control every movement of the moment. But his eyes betrayed how extreme his restrain was. He wanted Silver in every way. Perhaps more than any other guy to date.

It wasn't possible for Silver to take his eyes away from Thrad's. They were too captivating. They were proud, and accomplished, and horny and needing and unbelieving. Silver wasn't sure what his own eyes were saying, but they no doubt expressed the cocky confidence which he felt. Maybe they were even a little bratty. Silver was doing the impossible. He knew it, and Thrad knew it. The greatest part of it all was that there was so much impossible still to come.

Although that might have been a bit of an exaggeration. Silver had kept his head level, both literally and figuratively, as he'd been inching down on Thrad's cock. Setting his sights on the entire member would be too much to take in. So he kept himself focused on the small measures of success. Each inch down was another accomplishment. Then came another inch, then another, and another. Silver worked himself down on that shaft, then moved just a little bit back up on it. And when he went back down he took it another inch deeper. After he'd done that a few times he realized he was so close to taking it all. And still he didn't take his eyes away from that bull. Every inch drove Thrad deeper into desire. He was getting more carnal with every move Silver made. Silver was aware that he might already be close to cumming. That meant that he had the bull in the palm of his hands. Silver was playing him like a fiddle. This was excellent news, because he was just getting started.

Silver picked up the pace. He was comfortable now with the bull's cock in his throat. He was confident about it. He knew well how it felt inside him, and Silver knew his own limits quite well. So he knew exactly how much he could push himself without going too far. And he knew he had the spare room within those limits to start to fuck Thrad's cock with his mouth and throat. It had stopped being a blowjob at this point. It was something else now. Maybe it had been for a while. But now it was more like sex than anything else. And sure, a blowjob counted as oral sex. But this was oral sex to the highest degree. What he was doing wasn't just deepthroating. He was fucking the bull whose legs he was between. Its just that he was using his mouth this time around, whereas he typically used his ass.

Somehow Silver found the room around Thrad's thick shaft to smile. He couldn't move the muscles too much, on account of the cock which spread his jaw wide open. But it was a smile all the same. Then, without taking his eyes away from Thrad's, he edged deeper down on the thick shaft. Deeper parts of Silver's throat were being stretched. Silver knew that his throat was bulging right now, and he relished in that thought. And he kept sliding towards Thrad's crotch. Then his nose touched up against Thrad's crotch. Silver nuzzled into it, and pressed himself against it. But still it wasn't enough for him, so he tilted his head just a bit, so Thrad could slip entirely into his throat. And then it was done. He had hilted the massive cock deep inside him.

Thrad took in a sharp breath. As though his eyes didn't express enough disbelief, that sharp inhale expressed it even more. But Silver had trained for this moment, and he was ready for it. He knew how to measure his air supply. He knew when it was low, and he knew when it was extremely low. And right now he knew that he had time to spare. Thrad's cock was well inside his throat. It was as deep as it could possibly go. And now the real work could begin.

Silver kept that large cock lodged deep inside him. He looked up at the bull with wide eyes and continued to nuzzle against his crotch. Silver squirmed on it, or even writhed. He moved his body along with it for added effect. His tail swished behind him. It expressed the same satisfaction and accomplishment which Silver's eyes did. Then Silver started to work himself on Thrad's cock.

He didn't hold back as he started to bob along Thrad's lower half. Not once did he take the bull out of his throat. He kept working the head within him. With each stroke Thrad's shaft was pressed firm against him. Silver did the best he could to employ his tongue as well. He used it to pressure along the bottom of Thrad's dick. He left no room for reprieve within his maw. If any measure of Thrad's cock was inside him, it experienced both pressure and pleasure. The intensity in Thrad's eyes grew with every bob Silver made against the cock inside him. And now came the time for Silver's signature move.

It was a risky business. He could only pull it off about half the time while he was practicing at home. But he knew Thrad's cock intimately by now, and Silver had all the confidence in the world. So he took nearly all of Thrad's shaft into his throat, and he swallowed along its length.

The effect it had on the bull was indescribable. During their first encounter Thrad had made a few noises Silver had never heard before. They were sounds of growing, guttural pleasure, and passion. This was yet another new sound. It was between a whimper and a snarl. But Silver didn't need familiarity with that sound to know it was a good sign. So he didn't let up. He swallowed along Thrad's shaft and head time and time again. And although it was another risky move, he combined the motion with moving along Thrad's cock once more.

The indescribably sound grew. It picked up in volume, and intensity, and frequency. Thrad was getting close to cumming, and Silver wanted it all. He loved to taste a man's cum in his mouth. But this time he wanted it deposited deep inside him. He wanted to know that Thrad had bred him, more deeply than anyone had before. And since they couldn't properly breed any other way (Silver was religious about the use of condoms), this moment was intoxicating. He needed Thrad's cum in him as surely as Thrad needed to cum inside him.

Still Silver worked along Thrad's shaft. He used every tool at his disposal, and Thrad came ever close to cumming. Silver put his whole body into it. The cock was too large to work with only just his head. So Silver rocked his entire body along Thrad's shaft. He kept his head level against Thrad's cock. He kept it a straight shot into his throat. He kept his upper body rigid, and rocked himself exactly with his limbs. He was like an oral sex machine at this point. But still Silver's desire grew. It climbed higher than he had anticipated. He had trained for this moment. He had trained against his gag reflex, and he trained so hard to hold his breath for as long as he could. He taught himself to literally swallow deep things. But there was one thing he hadn't practiced. There was one move, one motion, which he couldn't practice. And he knew it was dangerous. The threat of gagging was real. And if you kept gagging then worse things were to come. But Silver couldn't help himself. He needed more, much more. Deep in his state of desire, he desperately needed to be bred. Properly bred. And there was only one way for that to happen.

Silver shifted his weight to free a hand. He reached up and took Thrad's hand. It had been resting too politely against Thrad's thigh. It had been restrained, even confined, by Thrad's perfect control. Thrad would never take advantage of Silver, or ever dream of hurting him. Silver was keenly aware of it. So Silver hoped that his signal would get across. He rested Thrad's hand against the back of his head, and pressed it down. He used his own hand to press Thrad's hand against him. And then both hands were pressing his head along Thrad's massive cock. Silver looked up into Thrad's eyes, and he pleaded as much as he could. Fuck me.

Thrad's eyes went wide. His hips shifted, and Silver saw that the bull was losing control. Still the bull resisted. He was still lost in disbelief that Silver had actually hilted his cock deep in his throat. And he knew what Silver was asking for, but still he couldn't believe it. The impossible, horny twink of a tabby between his legs wanted to be fucked in his throat.

Thrad shifted again. It was another chink in his armor, but still the damned bull kept a grasp on himself. Silver got impatient, because now his air was beginning to run out. He knew Thrad was close, which meant Silver was close to being bred. The need for that was growing still, to the point of overwhelming him. And time was growing short, and Silver was in no mood for well intentioned restraint to keep him from that.

He shifted his weight again and took Thrad's other hand. He pressed it against the back of his head, just like he'd done with the other. And he used every bit of strength he had to simulate force against himself. He needed Thrad to take control. He needed Thrad to fuck his throat, more than he'd needed anything before. And he looked deep into Thrad eyes and again they said Fuck me. Then Thrad's eyes went wide with a question. Silver knew what the question was, and he nodded to the bull as well as he could. He had to position his body awkwardly to do it, but he nodded all the same. It was a small movement, small enough as to be nearly imperceptible. And still the fucking bull resisted. But he was shifting in his seat on the couch more. He was squirming. Each movement shifted the cock in Silver's maw. And to Silver those movements were electric. It was everything he wanted, and needed. But still he needed more.

Thrad was so close to taking control of their sex. Silver sought to break through the wall of that crumbling restraint. So again he pressed the bull's hands against the back of his head. For a moment Silver forgot that he had a cock lodged deep, deep inside his throat, and he tried to take a deep breath. He was, of course, met with absolute resistance, which meant that time was truly short. Thrad needed to cum, and soon. And to get that point across Silver maintained pressure against Thrad's hand against the back of his head, and he hilted himself against Thrad's crotch.

He pistoned himself hard against the base of Thrad's cock. He simulated intense sex, as though Thrad was in the throes of orgasm and was humping furiously deep into Silver's maw. And then, blessedly, and fucking finally, Thrad got the point. Or maybe it's just that he finally lost control. The beast inside Thrad had come free, even if it had taken all of Silver's might to break it loose. Thrad made another noise, then, but it was one Silver was acquainted with. Thrad couldn't contain himself any more, and he made a bellowing roar. Then he grabbed at Silver's head. He took grasp on the base of Silver's ears as though to use them as anchors should he need them. For just a moment Silver was worried that he actually would use them that way, which would be both painful and dangerous. But Thrad kept his pressure and control with his powerful fingers along the back of Silver's head. And then all worries and concerns about his ears left Silver's mind entirely. Because Thrad had started fucking him in his throat.

Due to their positioning Thrad couldn't move all that much. He could twitch up with his hips maybe an inch or two was all. But Thrad was tall, and broad, and to Silver he was impossibly strong. And as part of that, his arms were long enough to give them both something to work with. Rather, it gave Thrad something to work with. Because Silver's work was done. It was Thrad's show now. And he was going to make it an explosive one.

Thrad moved with his hips how best he could, but mainly he fucked Silver by taking an iron grip of his head, and forcing the cat out and in on his cock. All Silver had to do was keep his joints loose, and he became an instrument in Thrad's grasp. It felt like the bull was fucking not just into his throat, but into his body as a whole. Each time Thrad slammed Silver's face against his crotch send a shock wave through Silver's body. Incredibly Silver felt that wave all the way down to his own member, which was laughably small compared to the massive bull who was ravaging at his throat. But that thought left Silver's mind as quickly as it had entered it. Because Thrad had some moved of his own.

Namely, he maintained that iron grip on Silver's head. He pressed Silver tight against his crotch. Thrad shifted to hold the tabby tight using his forearms. It was a grip which Silver couldn't even begin to escape. Then Thrad pushed them both forward. He had no regard for the positioning of Silver's limbs, because he trusted the cat to adjust himself if he needed to. Thrad moved himself to the very edge of his seat, so that he was nearly falling off of it. And now he could use his entire body to fuck his way into the cat below him. And fuck he did.

Silver could hardly think under the force of Thrad's thrusts. The bull kept his iron grip on Silver's head, but now he was fucking him proper. He pulled nearly half of his cock out, which left Silver a mere inch or two away from fresh, glorious air. Then he slammed back into the small tabby, hard. Silver had to work so hard to keep his throat loose and open through the punishment it was getting. In his headspace he had stopped being even a slut. In a way he had become nothing but an extension of Thrad himself. Thrad was fucking, he needed to fuck. And Silver was the thing he was using to do that. Not a person, mind. Silver had become a thing.

It's just that, he was becoming a thing without air. He was starting to squirm uncomfortably around Thrad's cock, even as it pistoned deep inside him, in and out, in and out. Still Silver knew his limits. When he reached this point he still had twenty seconds or so, perhaps twenty five, before he had to hard eject. And even now he had full confidence that Thrad would let him loose. But Silver didn't want to resort to that at all, he desperately didn't want to resort to that. So he leaned into his growing breathlessness, and went as limp in Thrad's grip as he could. He truly made himself a tool to be used. He offered no resistance at all to Thrad's desperate thrusts inside him. In a way, He looked up into Thrad's eyes as well as he could, despite being throat fucked as relentlessly as he could. His eyes reflected his surrender, as well as his clear signal that he intended to be used. Silver didn't have much time before he had to come up for air. But, for what time he had remaining, he was Thrad's to use and abuse. He belonged to him.

It was like Thrad could see a timer in Silver's wide, desperate blue eyes. It was just behind the intensity of Silver's surrender to him. Silver needed to be used, then. And abused, and vigorously fucked. He wanted it, and he needed it. Most importantly, he needed it now.

Thrad received the message loud and clear. He received it even through his bestial nature which had well overtaken him. He was happy to oblige the needing cat below him. Again Thrad shifted, and he shifted Silver with him. Thrad left the couch, and crouched with Silver below him, limp and perfectly receptive to Thrad's every move. And Thrad fucked into his newfound toy like it was the last fuck of his life.

Thrad's growls started to grow into roars. He stopped fucking in and out of Silver's throat, and opted to hold the cat in close. He made short thrusts then. Urgent ones. He crunched Silver's head up against him with every vigor he needed to. He kept nothing back from the slut cat below him. But Thrad couldn't anticipate at all that Silver would break out of his rag-doll routine with one well calculated stroke. As the timer in Silver's eyes grew closer to his limit, and with perfect timing amid Thrad's short, urgent thrusts - Silver again performed his signature move.

It was everything Thrad needed to send him over the edge. It was more than he needed. It complemented his urgent fucking and then some. As Silver's throat swallowed along the cock lodged deep inside him, it perfectly timed along with Thrad's thrusts deep in Silver's gullet. Thrad's cock fucked into that moving tightness of Silver's throat. It pressed against his shaft in all the required ways. And Silver's throat flexed against the head of Thrad's cock. Then Thrad roared properly as Silver exquisitely sent him over the edge. And he started to cum deep into Silver's throat.

His flow of cum was righteous. He kept the cat lodged tight against his crotch. Yet even with Silver pressed as tightly against him as was possible, Thrad attempted to get even more of himself inside. With every pump of cum into the cat he crunched against Silver's head. With every swell of his dick he was forcing Silver against him even more than he had been. But even in the midst of such an extreme climax Thrad remained aware. While he was still cumming deep into Silver's throat he felt those two unfortunately timed taps against his thigh. On immediate cue Thrad entirely removed his iron grasp on Silver's head, just as Silver started to eject himself off the cock with all the might he had.

Silver gasped for air as Thrad's dick left his mouth. Because of the way Silver angled his maw as he shot off of Thrad's still shooting dick, ropes of cum started to paint his face. Silver shut his eyes tight so no cum got into his eyes. But he could still feel the ropes shooting onto him. They had incredible force, and each string of cum was so warm against Silver's fur. Even while Silver was making wide, full-mouth gasps of air he was grateful. It was largely a shame that he hadn't lasted a few seconds longer than he had. He had been bred all the same, but he wished he could have taken all of Thrad's cum inside him. But this way he would be able to scoop up the bull's cum and taste it, and eat it. But then, he was tasting his cum already.

Silver's mouth was open as he gasped for air, and some cum blessedly shot into it. As he breathed Silver could smell it, not only because it was painting his face and fur, but because some of it was coating his throat as well. Silver swallowed it down as soon as he was able. It was like just a little bit more of Thrad's seed had made its way inside of him. Like Silver had been bred just a little bit more.

By now Thrad had taken a grasp on his large cock, and was finishing the job Silver couldn't quite get done. Even while he was shooting he was jacking himself off. He was working to peak his climax, even as he was in the middle of it. By the time his flow of cum had stopped, and he started to come down from that sexual peak. But he knew there was more ground to cover. He had started shooting in Silver's throat, but without being able to continue jacking off inside of it he couldn't reach his ultimate peak. So he kept going. He scooped some of his cum off of Silver's muzzle and used it to work his head and upper shaft. He used both hands to get himself off. He imagined that his hands were Silver still underneath him. He was thrusting into his grasp then, as surely as he'd thrust into Silver if he was able to. He imagined his hands were Silver's rear. He was working in and out of his grasp, and the combination of fantasy and physical stimulation did him in.

Thrad had climaxed already, and it had been strong. But it hadn't taken him quite far enough. And so Thrad came again.

More cum shot from his dick, and he aimed it all over Silver's face. He painted his forehead, soaked his fur, and worked cum all along his muzzle. Silver couldn't understand where all this cum was coming from, but he opened his mouth gratefully, and Thrad gave it to him gladly. Then, on instinct, and now that he was rested, Silver moved to take Thrad's cock back into his mouth. It all happened so quickly that Thrad still had one or two pumps of cum to give. He saw Silver's muzzle reach for his cock, so immediately Thrad took the cat by the head, and thrust his way entirely into Silver's throat. He hilted Silver's head against his crotch. Then he twitched with his cock buried deep inside of his willing toy.

This was the finish to sex as it was always meant to be. As he first climaxed he was depositing cum deep into Silver's throat. And he was finishing in Silver's throat as well. Even though they had taken a small break inbetween, in some regards it was like they had never stopped fucking at all. Like Silver was being bred, truly and properly. Just, in his throat instead of in his ass.

None were more aware of this than Silver was. He was in heaven the moment Thrad thrust back down into his throat. He relished in being pressed tight against the bull's groin. He could feel the pulse of Thrad's cock, and he knew that cum was still shooting deep, deep inside him. As deep as it could go. Then Thrad stopped shooting, and although his climax had passed he still didn't remove himself from Silver's throat. He kept him held there, and gently motioned himself ever so slightly in and out of Silver's muzzle. He was coming down from their sex. He had done the same the last time they hooked up, when Silver had taken his cock entirely in his ass. Thrad hadn't removed himself then, and he didn't remove himself now.

Silver was so incredibly grateful that Thrad kept him held against his crotch. If he hadn't maintained his grasp then Silver would have forced himself against the bull all the same. He was coming down from their sex himself. He couldn't bear to have that cock removed from him, because he so loved having it just where it was. It was what he wanted, and needed. And it was much more than that. While Silver's head swarmed with ecstasy, that cock inside him was the center of it all. It gave Silver an ultimate knowledge that he had deepthroated that cock which he so desired. He was still deepthroating it. And not just that, but he had been bred by it as well.