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The tiger knew that something was up when his husband, Adrian, ordered him to wear a specific outfit for their night out. It wasn't the latex cat suit, or one of the complicated leather harnesses or even something silly like the maid outfit. Rather, it was freshly bought, mundane and piqued his curiosity more than anything else could have. Basic, white briefs and a wife-beater. If it weren't for the chain collar Evan always wore around his neck, the nipple rings showing through the fabric of the vest and his black nail polish to match his stripes the tiger would have looked much too vanilla for his own liking.

What a sight the two of the must have been. A 4'5 twink of a tiger dressed in what a sloppy, boring dad would sleep in being led along by a 6'5, muscular lion adorned with leathers. Adrian's body was covered more or less head to toe. He wore no shirt, but only the slightest amount of his chest and abs could be seen from under the leather jacket he wore. Leather trousers covered all of his lower half, but his cock bulged obscenely at the crotch. The look was completed with thick, black boots and fingerless, leather gloves.

Adrian had the car parked at the edge of the red-light district. Then he had paraded Evan through to the leather bar. Evan was blushing something fierce, he'd been groped and cooed at by so many fellow perverts he couldn't help but have a rock-hard erection. It was peeking out from the tip of his underwear and drooling pre.

The fact that he was already drippy wasn't his fault; the bouncer had gotten rather handsy. First the Doberman had performed a thorough inspection of the tiger's mouth, prodding and poking everywhere to set off Evan's gag reflex and make him drool in both ways. Then he'd bent the kitty over and probed him with thick, fingers. Evan was experienced enough to manage two without lube but that didn't mean he couldn't feel it. Having his crotch groped and squeezed roughly as the final check was the icing on the cake.

When he was led into the back room of the leather bar, Evan knew exactly what was going on. Games night at the fetish bar. He knelt near to the back wall and happily allowed himself to be chained up. Cuffs and chains kept his arms pulled behind his back and his legs locked in one position so that he couldn't move. One last chain was attached to his collar and pulled so tight his head was tilted slightly upwards. By the time this had all been set up, a surprising amount of people had gathered at the door.

"Are you alright with getting drunk?" Adrian asked with a soft tone of voice, cupping his tiger's face.

Evan gave a wide smile and nodded in response.

Adrian created a line of tape five steps away from Evan before sauntering to a corner of the room and kicking up his boots. He pawed idly at his crotch as he began to address the crowd at large.

"You know the rules! Stand behind the line, take aim and piss in my kitty's mouth for five seconds straight. If you manage that, you get a reward. If you want a shot at it pour the rest of your drink in his mouth before your go."

Evan whimpered, but his cock throbbed hard. He'd guessed that piss was involved when he first put on the whites, but hearing Adrian say it out loud made the dirty reality of the situation set in. This was a game they'd played before at a few house parties. The game sounded easy, but with all the alcohol involved people often found themselves underperforming. They'd never done it with so many people, let alone so many strangers. So much piss, so many drinks and so much fun! The tiger's tail curled as the first, a large brown wolf, approached.

A cocky grin spread itself over the canine's face as he looked down upon Evan. Not even a quarter full, the wolf's drink was barely enough for payment, but Adrian nodded it through. The glass was brought to Evan's lips. He drank it slowly and tried to ignore the bitter taste of apple cider. When the last drop was down Evan's throat, the wolf took his glass and stepped back behind the line to fish his cock out of his pants.

Sporting around five inches maybe seven with the knot, the wolf wasn't anything too impressive, but the tiger did at least enjoy looking at the way it twitched and pulsed with need. Everyone in the room could tell that the wolf wanted nothing more than to shove his cock into one of the tiger's holes, but he'd settle for marking him with piss instead.

Right now, the wolf was much too hard to piss for more than a moment, so he squeezed at his knot and shook his cock about to try soften up. Evan was hypnotized by it, watching those fat nuts swish about and the rest of the member bob. He was so distracted that he failed to hear the wolf's sigh of relief when it finally came.

The feeling of warm, but clear piss splashing over his nose snapped Evan back. As uproar broke out from the crowd, Evan's head shot away causing his neck to become soaked with piss, the chain collar stopped him from going any further. A commanding bark from Adrian reminded Evan of his role and he quickly returned his head to where it should be. By then there wasn't much left. The last seconds of the wolf's piss soaked Evan's chin and dripped down onto his vest. Despite Evan failing to stay still, the wolf wasn't mad and walked away with a laugh to watch from the side lines.

Almost as soon as the wolf had stepped away the next person was coming forwards. A cheetah with a full glass of beer in his hand. Evan was dreading have to chug that, but he was saved by the bell just as the glass began to tip over his lips.

"Bring that drink here, I want it. We'll call that your payment." Adrian spoke.

Evan muttered thanks under his breath and turned his attention back to the cheetah who soon took his place behind the line. The room stared down at the feline's flaccid cock as he aimed and let loose a thin stream of piss. At first it went high, sailing over Evan's head to hit the wall behind him and splattering over his back. But then it was adjusted and slowly dragged down through the tiger's hair, over his forehead, across his closed eyes, past his nose and towards his lips before petering out. The last of it ended up in a puddle between the cheetah and Evan.

The crowd got a kick out of seeing piss drop from Evan's face. A small river or two would occasionally run down his face. They would either end up stinging him in his eye or being caught on his tongue. Either way, Evan took the situation with pride and excitement.

Up next was a chubby red panda with a tray of shots, slices of lime and a saltshaker. Everyone knew what was about to happen. A line of salt was poured out onto the panda's fat cock which Evan eagerly licked up. Then came the tequila which made Evan grimace and the lime which at least allowed Evan to bite down on something. But there were two more shots on the tray and Adrian wouldn't stand for such a small tribute. Evan licked up two more salt lines, necked two more shots and sucked on two more limes before looking up at the room and beaming wide. Everyone noticed that his head was spinning.

The panda's aim wasn't too bad. At first, he hit the side of Evan's cheek, but quickly adjusted and got it right in Evan's wide-open mouth. The cheers and jeers began to grow louder as the room counted down the seconds. One... Two... Three... Four... Five! And just as the sixth second hit and the celebration erupted; the panda suddenly turned to boast at his mates only to end up spraying piss all over them. When angry and mocking faces all around the room glared at him, he sheepishly pulled up his trousers and scuttled out of the room. Evan gave a drunk hiccup and a giggle in response, snorting a little bit.

This giggle was cut short when a bottle was pushed through his lips. A cold scaled hand tilted his head back and the pale lager began to flow. Gagging around the taste, Evan hurried to swallow and clear the taste from his tongue. But the bottle must have been half-full as it simply just kept coming and coming. After a few seconds, the crowd began to chant "Chug, Chug, Chug!"; five seconds passed, the crowd was roaring; nine seconds passed, and Evan thought he was about to lose consciousness! His vision was blurring, his lungs were straining, and his heart was beginning to worry. But just at the last moment, the bottle was pulled away leaving him gasping for breath.

The tiger reflexively spat out a bit of the drink as he spluttered. But the latest contestant wasn't planning on letting Evan catch a break.

"Oi!" That man barked, followed by a whistle to catch Evan's attention.

Just as Evan looked up, he let his stream loose. Evan just about managed to catch a glimpse of a yellow underbelly and shining green scales before a splash of piss on the bridge of his nose forced him to close his eyes. Immediately, the snake adjusted, and piss quickly began to fill up Evan's mouth.

"I'll get that taste out of your mouth, don't you worry"

No one doubted that. His stream was a rich, dark yellow and the smell was so pungent it dominated the room. The crowd was turning up their nose at the smell, but they knew they had it better than Evan who was gagging and retching from the taste. Piss spilled from the sides of his mouth whenever he did, splashing out over his chin. A cheer marked five seconds.

Fortunately for Evan, the snake wasn't that interested in suffocation. Instead, he put that awful smell to work and started to mark the tiger. The last of his piss was spent smothering the scent over Evan's nose, forcing him to inhale it for the rest of the night. Evan could have been shivering from either pleasure or disgust but judging by the tent in his briefs it was most definitely pleasure.

By now the alcohol was hitting, accelerated by the mixing and the shots. The edges of Evan's vision blurred, his head began to spin and much to the crowd's disappointment his cock began to soften. The next man tried not to take it personally when Evan softened up over the course of his piss. However, a few quick pumps from Adrian's hand and a tight cock ring fixed that. In a moment he was back to tenting again, just the way the crowd liked it.

The next hour or so went quickly for Evan. There was no chance he was sobering up, every minute he was finishing off someone else's drink before glugging down their piss. After thirty odd furs, he lost count and so had Adrian. All he knew was that he was enjoying the crowd and the crowd were enjoying him.

Plenty had changed over the hour: Adrian had found himself a sub to tease, Evan had dropped into communicating through happy gurgles or vacant smiles, he'd seen more cocks than a gloryhole at a gay bar and the crowd had changed entirely with more new faces than old ones. The only thing that hadn't changed was Evan's shirt; it was still mostly bone dry. The downside to Evan being such a talented toilet slut was that there was hardly any mess. Certain people didn't like that.

From the front of the line stepped a black Shire Horse. He was dressed in only a chest harness that covered nothing. His bulging muscles, his pert ass cheeks and his monster of a cock were all on display. The beast approached, forced Evan to drink down a quarter of a vodka and coke, then stepped back behind the line. He took his semi-flaccid cock in hand, aimed and let out a sigh of a relief as he let the piss that he'd been saving all night rip.

The powerful stream shot straight to Evan's face. Drunk and forgetting that he wasn't supposed to be making this easy, Evan moved to catch it in his mouth. However, the horse immediately changed his angle and sprayed it across the tiger's chest. Evan gave a confused whine and the crowd cocked their heads. In a matter of seconds Evan's vest was thoroughly soaked spurred along by the tiger pushing himself into the stream as much as he could. This man wasn't interested in the challenge.

Silence, save for the hissing and Evan's occasional whine, hung over the room as the crowd died down and became captivated by the sight before them. The horse's perfect muscles, his thick cock, the unbroken stream of rich piss, the growing wet patches and the accepting stillness of Evan all made for a rather arousing sight.

Evan's vest went from slightly wet to soaking in a matter of seconds, from a pristine white to wet grey and finally see-through. No one could take their eyes away as the horse's piss flooded over Evan's upper body. It was a delight for them to see the twink's supple body, his pierced nipples, his slim belly and his girlish hips peaking out from the top of his briefs.

A ruckus started up again when they realised how long the horse was lasting for, a whole minute and he had only just started showing signs of slowing down. He must have pissed out nearly two gallons by the time it began to falter. At that point he began walking forward, his stream arcing down over Evan's belly, thigh and then into a puddle on the floor. Evan licked the last few droplets of piss from the horse's cock and gave a whimpered 'thank you.'

One or two men shuffled out of the line, much too aroused to piss now.

The next few contestants seemed rather sheepish. They didn't necessarily do terribly and some of them had quite impressive packages, but no one could really match what that equine had done.

Someone did walk around to soak the back of Evan's vest, but it wasn't as enjoyable as the first time around. At least the tiger got a kick out of it, shuddering and shivering as it flowed through his hair, over his back and onto the top of his briefs.

Without a clock in sight and too distracted to check their phones or watches, hardly anyone knew what time it was. It was only when the bar owner (a mammoth in species and size) shoved her way into the room did they become aware that it was a few hours past midnight.

"ALRIGHT YOU LOT!" Her voice boomed over the noise, so loud that it scared the otter who was currently taking his turn into stopping mid-stream. "It's nearly 3 in the morning, finish your drinks and clear the fuck out."

The room expected her to leave them to it now that she'd made her announcement, but the bar owner unexpectedly charged her way to the front of the line and pushed the stunned otter out of the way. As she unbuckled her belt, she turned to Adrian and asked:

"Mind if I use the toilet?"

A sly smile spread across Adrian's face.

"Of course! You were kind enough to let us use your basement after all."

Just as Adrian gave permission, her boxers fell down to her ankles and Evan's head was shoved between her legs. Her scent was that of sweat and cigarette smoke, which wasn't surprising as Evan had more often than not seen her idly masturbating on her smoke breaks. Musk clung to the fur down south, especially around her pussy, and Evan was more than happy to lap it up.

The tiger dragged his tongue over her slit, savouring her taste. With each lick she'd tremble, groan and a little more girlcum would ooze out of her pussy. Juices dribbled from Evan's chin; it was unclear if he left them there for later or if he was too distracted to notice the mess he was making. She pressed her clit against his nose, let out a loud gasp and stopped holding in her piss.

A good splash of it hit his nose before he raised his mouth and pressed his lips to hers. Just from that one splash her scent and the taste of every other ounce of piss he'd drank that night was overridden. The sharp saltiness and the acidic smell flooded his senses, encouraging him to drink down even more. One mouthful, a gulp, a second mouthful, a gulp, a third mouthful and he was running out of air. Evan swallowed it down and tried to pull back, forgetting about the bondage and her iron grip on his hair.

Trapped Evan could do nothing but struggle and thrash about between her thighs, his underwear getting wetter with pre all the while. He shut his lips and piss splashed up into his nose and down over his body. Evan occasionally managed to steal a gasp of breath which was accompanied by drops of piss, musk or a wonderful combination of both. Just as he came close to passing out, she pulled away causing the last of her stream to miserably dribble into Evan's hair.

"Good boy!" She cooed, wiping her pussy on his head as he clawed for air. "Now the lot of you, clear out!"

Despite their groans of complaint, the crowd slowly began to disperse, though some did linger to ogle at Evan a little while longer and to see if there was going to be some kind of afterparty. Adrian waved off the sub he'd been toying with for the night and sauntered over to Evan who was anxiously looking about the room and grinding his hips.

"Everything alright, love?" The lion asked with a raised eyebrow, reaching into Evan's underwear to remove the cock ring.

"Ishneedthuoylit!" Evan proclaimed in a slurred voice with a giddy hiccup on the end. A sly grin spread over Adrian's lips.

"Pardon?"

"Toilutttttttt!"

"Once more?"

"TOYLUUUUT!"

The whole room stood still. Heads, bodies and gazes turned to look at the still-bound tiger who was now rapidly shuffling about to stave off his desperation. Tears were welling in his eyes as he attempted to squeeze his legs shut. It was hard for Adrian not to take pity on the tiger, especially as the room burst into laughter at his predicament.

"Don't worry then dear, I'll let you relieve yourself." Adrian promised, sounding benevolent for the first time tonight.

Evan gave a slurred thank you in response and bit his tongue as he waited, hoping that would buy him a few extra, precious seconds. The lion stuck to his words, freeing the tiger and allowing him to jump up. The second he was out, Evan pressed a hand to his crotch and hurried for the door. He got no more than three steps away before two meaty paws grabbed at his vest and his briefs.

"And where do you think you're going?" That familiar sly tone returned to Adrian's voice as he yanked Evan back to the centre of the room. "I said that you could empty your bladder, I never said I'd allow you to use a toilet."

As the catch dawned on them all, Evan let out a mighty whine and the crowd jeered. Evan squeezed his thighs shut and crumpled his knees, wobbling as he went. He could practically feel his bladder sloshing about as he tried to stave it off, but that coupled with the alcohol weakening his control and Adrian's hand pressing down on his bladder was about to be too much.

Speaking into his ear, Adrian said:

"Uncurl yourself, dear."

And on command Evan slowly unfolded, blushing fiercely as he showed off his briefs. He was thankful that he was too drunk to get a boner.

"Look up at the crowd, pretty boy."

There was some reluctance, but once Adrian gave Evan's chin a slight push the tiger looked up and around the room. People had spilled back into the room having heard the scene unfold, faces peered down from the staircase and just about everyone watching was more than aroused. Several men had their cocks in hand, fapping away to the sight of a much too drunk sub about to piss himself on command. It was no surprise that a few people had their cameras pointed his way. Evan was never one to be camera shy though.

And then, Adrian spoke his final order for the night.

"Piss yourself, slut."

With one last whimper and one more whine, Evan let himself go and emptied his bladder into his tight, white briefs. One spurt and a dark, damp spot appeared on the fabric as a yellow stream rolled down Evan's thigh, around his knee and down the back of his ankle. He could feel the delightful, wet warmth soiling his fur and encouraging him to let more out. Two spurts, three spurts, four spurts. Each time Evan tensed and squeezed some out he'd moan in relief and shiver as it ran down his leg.

After the fifth the flood gates finally opened. A steady stream began to flow from Evan's briefs, not just from where the tip of his cock rested but also from the pouch where his balls sat as the overflow flooded down to there. Adrian grabbed at his sub's dick, moving the flaccid member around so that no part of the front of Evan's briefs was spared from the wetting. Helpless and unable to stop himself, Evan relieved himself over his masters hand and all through-out the underwear.

The crowd was a riot - jeering, yelling and whooping as the puddle around Evan's feet grew larger and larger in time with the damp spot in his underwear. But Evan was much too giddy to notice, his knees were weak, and his vision was blurry; if it weren't for Adrian's hold on him Evan would have collapsed into the puddle of piss at his feet.

"Good boy..." Adrian cooed into Evan's ear.

Slowly, but surely, Evan's wetting came to an end. He gasped for breath and swayed about as the stream of piss filtered out along with the hiss It made. Exhausted, but thoroughly enjoying himself, Evan looked down to observe the consequences. All of his lower half had been doused with piss, his fur was stained yellow and an odd warmth covered him. His clothes were no longer tight but were now damp and somewhat baggy as the weight of what they'd been soaked with now weighed them down. It was wonderful.

Evan was snapped back to reality by his master's voice.

"Say goodbye to everyone, you'll be seeing the winners again soon enough."

A beaming smile spread across Evan's face as he waved and yelled something unintelligible. That smile lasted all night along, even after he was groped at by those who were lingering outside the bar, even after the bite of cold nipped at him as he walked down the street in wet clothes and even after the rough spanking he received for accidentally wetting again in the back seat of the car. All he could think about was how he was going to reward the people who'd succeeded at challenge pissing.