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The tiger's glare was dauntless. With nearly 250 pounds of solid bulk and muscle constrained beneath his tight-fitting blue singlet, Vincent was an immensely imposing figure, and certainly a force to be reckoned with in the ring.

His opponent on the other hand--a relatively small, black-furred husky named Coal--was huffing heavily, nearly out of breath from the intensity of the practice. It was late in the evening, and they were the only two left in the practice room.

"Don't let your posture go slack, even if you're tired," Vincent said sternly, his sky-blue eyes firmly trained on Coal. "The moment your opponent sees a weakness like that to exploit, they'll do it. And that'll be the match."

"I don't...know if I c-can keep this up, Vin..." the canine uttered weakly, summoning every last ounce of his willpower to stay focused on his target. Your moves should be carefully calculated, but don't be afraid to be ambitious either, the striped feline had told him just the other day. Coal had committed those words to memory and had been reciting them over and over in his head ever since. If ambition was what he needed, then why not take a chance?

In a quick flurry of movement, Coal lunged forward and attempted to deploy one of the many techniques the tiger had taught him. But sooner than the canine could even think to counter, the tiger had his arms and legs wrapped around his body, pinning him under his weight in the blink of an eye.

"I said be ambitious, not reckless," Vincent said coldly. "That was a stupid move."

"Aghh...yes, I s-see that," Coal muttered as he gasped for air. "P-please get off me!"

For a long, painful moment, the tiger didn't move. He just sat there on top of Coal with a relaxed, nonchalant expression on his face, shrugging casually as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Then he finally got up, removing his weight from Coal. The meager husky collapsed on the floor and gasped out desperately for air.

"It looks as though my last lesson didn't quite settle with you, did it?" Vincent mumbled with an exasperated sigh. He was standing a few feet in front of Coal, looking down at him with a sternly disappointed expression. "I was hoping you'd have improved at least a little from it."

"Well...I don't understand what I'm supposed to do against you," Coal responded quietly as he forced himself onto his knees. He gazed timidly back up at the tiger, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red. "I mean...how am I supposed to learn to take down someone as big as you?"

Vincent crossed his arms and frowned. "Size doesn't matter in the exercises I'm doing with you. I'm not training you to take down a heavyweight like myself, because to be frank, that's not within your abilities. The purpose of this training is to get you thinking on your feet and executing moves in a swift and strategically sound manner. Which is what you're doing a shit job at right now."

Coal opened his mouth to say something in response, but feeling a wave of self-deprecation wash over him, he silently shut it and turned his somber gaze down to the wrestling mat beneath him.

"Are you sure you still wanna be doing this?" Vincent mumbled, his voice turning quiet and a bit less harsh. "Wrestling, I mean. If it's just not clicking with you, that's okay. I'm sure there are plenty of other sports or activities on campus you'd feel a bit more at home with. You're a freshman after all, you should be exploring options and finding what's right for you."

Coal looked up at his mentor slowly. The tiger's expression was a rare sight, something the husky hadn't exactly seen before--a look of genuine concern, lurking behind his usually tough complexion. After a moment of silence, the tiger opened his mouth to speak again. "There's no shame in say--"

"No," Coal said firmly, cutting the tiger off and rising to his feet. He took a few steps towards Vincent and then stopped, looking up at him, straight in the eyes. The tiger seemed surprised, raising an eyebrow warily, but nonetheless he bore an unwavering, rigid glare down at Coal, awaiting further elaboration from the smaller carnivore.

"I don't want to give up. I won't," Coal said as he clenched his fists, hanging onto a few loose threads of confidence as tightly as he could. "There's already so much you've taught me, and so much more I want to learn from you. I want to keep improving. I will keep improving."

"Hmm..." Vincent grumbled, stroking his chin as he took a moment to ponder Coal's response.

"Plus..." Coal added quietly, "I enjoy spending this time with you."

"You...what?" the tiger spat out.

"N-no I mean! All I mean to s-say is...I'm g-grateful for the opportunity to train with an experienced fourth-year like y-you," Coal stammered out, blushing bright red on his cheeks. "Especially since you're one of the best wrestlers on the team..."

There was a long moment of silence. The tiger's downward glare had turned even more relentless and unnerving than before. Coal could feel his legs trembling beneath him.

Then, much to the husky's surprise...Vincent's stern expression curled up into a devious smirk. "Just one correction, kiddo. I am the best wrestler on the team. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

The tiger started strolling away, off to the locker room to grab his things and change. "Same time tomorrow, alright? Be prepared."

"Alright...see you then!" Coal shouted back as the tiger vanished from sight. He smiled with confidence, happy that Vincent hadn't given up on him, at least not yet--but then his expression suddenly went slack.

A mental image of Vincent popped into his head--his thickly-built, muscular body, the sweat dripping down his fur and soaking through his singlet. He could even smell the feline's musk as he breathed in deeply, detecting the scent he had left behind, still lingering in the air. Suddenly Coal felt himself reimagining the moment he was pinned underneath the tiger's weight...and a short moment later, a tent had formed down at his crotch, throbbing excitedly from the thought of it.

No, no, stop it! Coal thought, scolding himself. As a force of habit, he quickly reached his paws down and shielded his erection from view, despite nobody being left around to see it.

I can't be thinking like that...he's just my mentor, the husky reaffirmed to himself, not for the first time that day. I've gotta stop thinking about him...

Vigorously shaking the thought out of his head, Coal hurried to the locker room, eager to clean up and head back to his dorm.

(...)

About twenty-two hours later, Coal was back in the locker room, putting on his wrestling uniform in preparation for his next sparring with Vincent. In the time that had elapsed since their training session the previous day, he had thus far been successful in keeping the tiger out of his thoughts. But now, as the hour drew near, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Shooting a few quick glances behind him, it didn't appear as though Vincent was in the locker room. There were only a few other individuals there at all, most of whom were preparing to leave--barely anyone used the wrestling room, or any of the athletic facilities for that matter, that late in the day. Coal figured that was probably why Vincent fancied having training sessions during the evening in the first place.

He must not be here yet, Coal pondered. I suppose I should just go out to the ring and wait for him there. He leaned down to grab something from the bottom of his locker.

"Hey!"

The husky nearly lept out of his shoes, startled by the sudden voice behind him.

"Heeeeeey, chill out dude, it's just me," the tiger teased, swinging an arm around his pupil. "You ready for today's lesson?"

"Vin...you scared the shit out of me," Coal mumbled, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I was wondering where you were..."

"I was already waiting for you out by the ring!" he replied enthusiastically. He removed his arm from Coal and started marching off to the training room, motioning with a little wave for the husky to follow him. "Hurry up, now, I've got a lot planned."

A lot planned? Coal let out a quiet, inaudible groan--"a lot planned" could mean any number of strenuous or arousal-inducing things, as he was well aware of from prior experience. He followed after the striped feline, nervous but eager to prove himself.

The wrestling room was unsurprisingly empty, so Coal and Vincent had it all to themselves.

"Alright," Vincent said, getting into position and placing his paws on his hips. "First thing I wanna work on today is countering. When your opponent has you locked in a tough position, it's important to know how to escape it and return the favor."

"Okay," Coal said with an understanding nod. "Where do we begin?"

"Like this."

In the flash of an eye, Vincent shot forward and locked his arms firmly around Coal's waist. The husky let out a surprised yelp and struggled against the tiger--a futile effort, considering his superior weight and strength--and within seconds, he found himself pinned to the ground beneath him. Vincent was sitting on his upper chest, with his thighs straddling around either side of the husky's head, pressing against it to further restrict his movement.

"This is a tough situation, see?" the tiger said, looking down at Coal with a mischievous grin. He inched forward slowly, until his crotch was placed firmly against the canine's face. "So now comes the question: how do you get out of this?"

"Nngghh...c-can't breath!" Coal stammered out helplessly. He gripped onto the tiger's thighs, trying to force them away, but he couldn't even get them to budge. Despite all this however, feeling Vincent's crotch pressed against his face--and the impressive, bulging package therein--Coal couldn't help but start feeling aroused. The tiger's musky scent was overwhelming, forcing its way into the husky's sensitive nose. His cheeks were blushing bright red.

"Think, Coal," Vincent said. "Within your upper body restricted like this, your arms are gonna be completely useless. Which means..."

Which means I should use my legs, Coal thought, finishing the tiger's sentence. Summoning all the willpower he could muster, he threw his legs up in the air and swung them around the tiger's torso, then pulled against him with all his might.

The effort was ineffective--the tiger was simply too large and sturdy for Coal to budge--but upon exerting this effort, the tiger rolled off of Coal's body and got back to his feet.

"There you go!" Vincent complimented with a grin. "That move couldn't do anything to me, of course, but against an opponent in your own weight class, you could've easily forced them off."

Coal nodded understandingly as he remained lying on the mat, too busy hacking for air to respond verbally.

"Out of breath, I see," the tiger mused casually, crossing his arms. "Take a minute to catch your breath then."

Nodding once again, Coal laid on the mat for a long moment, taking slow, controlled breaths. Damn...why'd he have to pin me like that?! he pondered furiously. It almost seemed as if Vincent had intentionally chosen the most provocative position he could, and it still had Coal's head reeling. Despite his attempts to ignore it, the husky could still feel an agitated, tingling sensation down at his crotch...

Smirking down at Coal's limp body, Vincent gently nudged the husky's erection with his foot.

"H-hey!" Coal stammered out, blushing deeply as he quickly reached down to cover his crotch with his paws.

"Whaaaat? Just teasing you," the tiger replied with a chuckle. "It's cute how easily you're aroused by your domineering feline superior."

Coal gulped down hard. Did he just--

"You look so nervous," Vincent observed with a wide, toothy grin on his face. He gave Coal's erection another gentle prod, coaxing a throb from the member bulging out from within his singlet. "What's wrong, puppy?"

Pushing Vincent's foot away, Coal quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around his legs, curling up into a fetal position to hide his boner. "W-what are you doing?" he queried timidly, a deep red blush on his cheeks.

"Oh, please. Don't think I haven't realized," Vincent said crossly, rolling his eyes. "I see the way you look at me during training, during practice, in the locker room..." He chuckled and glanced over to the locker room entrance after that last bit, clearly amused with the idea. "You can't keep your eyes off me. Not to mention that you keep getting hard when I pin you down."

Coal gulped down hard, his timid, embarrassed gaze focused on the tiger towering above him.

"You like the thought of being dominated, down you?" the tiger cooed after a moment of silence, not hearing a reply from the husky. "You want me to sit on you, trample you, treat you rough? Perhaps you even want some of this?" he said, then reaching a paw down and gripping his crotch tellingly. Beneath the feline's singlet, the outline of his cock was already pressing out--and my, what a cock that was. Vincent's package was already impressive enough when he wasn't aroused, but now that he was, Coal could see he had a considerable amount of both length and girth, pulsing excitedly from within its fabric cage.

Still, Coal found himself too stunned to speak. Is this actually happening? he pondered anxiously. I'd never have thought he'd actually be into this, but... Looking up into the tiger's hungry eyes, brimming with lust, there was no doubt in the husky's mind that they were both eager for the same thing.

"That's fine," Vincent said, acknowledging the silence. "You don't have to say anything, Coal, I already know what you want." He kneeled down and started unlacing his shoes, pulling them off one at a time, and then each of his socks, leaving his footpaws bare as he stood back up. "Just go back to lying on your back like you were, like a good little mutt, okay?"

Gulping down nervously, Coal nodded and lied back, letting his body go limp and his thoughts go slack. He was even harder down below than before--in all fairness, he was pretty well endowed for his size, although it certainly didn't compare to what Vincent was packing.

The husky let out a loud grunt--out of pain, pleasure, or likely a mix of both--as Vincent placed one of his footpaws on Coal's crotch, pressing down with all his weight as he stepped onto him. A short moment later, Vincent stepped up and forced his other paw down into the husky's stomach.

"How does it feel, getting trampled by a big, dominant tiger like me?" Vincent asked, snickering deviously. Slowly he trodded forward, pressing his footpaws down firmly into Coal's body, one after the other. Coal's face flushed a deep shade of red as Vincent lifted a paw and forced it down into the husky's face, his clawed toes curling around his head. "Getting pinned under my big paws..."

Coal stifled a quiet groan, struggling to breath under the tiger's weight.

"I know you love it," Vincent said matter-of-factly after a moment of quiet. "Needy little puppies like you can never resist." He prodded a toe into the husky's maw, and for a few moments he remained still in that position, glaring down at Coal with a pleased grin on his face as the husky closed his eyes and started sucking, his tongue lapping around the tiger's toe, and then two of them at once as Vincent prodded another one in.

Then he slipped his paw away from the canine's head and turned around, carefully making his way back down his body. When he arrived at Coal's crotch--still sporting an excited erection, of course--he nudged his foot against it, slipping the outline of his cock between two of his toes. He rubbed his footpaw back and forth slowly, coaxing a few small moans out of the canine, and a small wet spot formed where his stimulated member started leaking precum through his red singlet.

After a few long minutes, the tiger finally stepped away. Coal gasped out loudly, propping himself up with his forearms as he tried to catch his breath.

"Breathe easy for a moment," Vincent ordered, "you're gonna need the air in just a moment."

"W-what for?" Coal wheezed out timidly.

The tiger sat down on the mat a short distance from the husky, over by the nearest wall. He kicked his legs out lazily and reclined his back against the wall, then motioned for Coal to follow over to him with a small wave. Coal got on his paws and knees and crawled over to the tiger.

"C'mere now, don't be shy," Vincent cooed out, reaching out and grabbing Coal by the arm as soon as he was within reach. He tugged him over, then lifted up his arm and shoved the husky's face up into his armpit.

Coal let out a small, surprised yelp from the sudden shove, but quickly adjusted to the new situation, inhaling deeply and letting the tiger's intense musk sink into his nostrils. He let out a soft, elongated moan of pleasure--the scent was overwhelming and absolutely heavenly, stronger and more poignant than anything Coal had even dreamed of. The tiger reached a paw down, slipping it into the husky's singlet and stroking his bulging erection from within, coaxing more moans from the overstimulated canine. He pressed his arm down, keeping Coal's head firmly locked in place, his muzzle burrowed as far into the sweaty, musky nook as it could go. "That's it. Get a good, deep whiff of my musk," Vincent purred, chuckling softly. "Use those paws too. Worship and admire your feline superior's body."

Doing as Vincent ordered, Coal started rubbing his paws up and down along his broad, muscular chest, marveling over his form. Gliding downward, his paws started rubbing and caressing the tiger's thighs, his fingers tracing along his stripes as they slowly snaked their way down and then back up, deftly slipping up into the singlet and sliding towards the tiger's bulge.

"You want that, don't you?" Vincent inquired, withdrawing his arm from his hold on Coal, letting him slowly pull his face away and catch his breath. The husky looked up at the tiger with a needy, blushing expression, and in response to his inquiry, gave a small, eager nod.

"Of course you do," he cooed with a grin, grabbing the husky by the scruff and pushing his head down into his crotch, forcing his muzzle against his bulge.

Coal inhaled deeply once again, taking in the wonderful scent of Vincent's musky crotch. He could feel the tiger's prominent bulge pulsing against his face, rousing the desire within him to have it crammed down his throat, sucking on it and taking it in as far as it could go. There was no doubt of course that Vincent had exactly such a thing planned.

After a few more minutes, Vincent pushed Coal off of him, then stood up and grabbed the husky by the wrist. After dragging him back over to their practice ring, Vincent pushed the husky down onto the mat, belly-first so he was lying on his stomach. Then he lifted a leg over him, firmly planting a footpaw on either side of him and straddling over him as he slowly lowered his rear and sat on top of the husky's back, his head facing the same way.

Coal let out a long, heavy wheeze as the tiger's weight pressed down on him. He tried breathing in, desperate for air, but could barely manage to take in any oxygen at all with the pressure being applied on his lungs. He reached his arms out, his paws stretching open in a fruitless effort to grab onto something, perhaps to try and pull himself out.

Vincent smirked down at him, spreading his legs out and resting a forearm on his thigh, relaxing quite contently on his new chair. "Comfy?" he jested with a chuckle.

There was no doubt the tiger was incredibly satisfied with what was happening--pinning Coal under him and feeling the weak little canine struggle and squirm underneath his weight, wheezing helplessly. The harsh but lackadaisical glare from his eyes said it all. He was powerful, dominating, and unmatched in force, and exercising that ability was an absolute pleasure for him.

"It's about time I get rid of this...don't you think?" the tiger suggested from above, gripping the straps of his singlet--one in each of his paws--and starting to peel them off his shoulders. He slowly pulled the tight garment downward and off of his chest...

And then just a moment later, a large, thick rod of meat flopped down onto Coal's head.

"Like what you see?" Vincent cooed out. Lacking the strength to actually move his head, all the husky could do was tilt his eyes upward, gazing at the dick that was throbbing against his forehead. While it had looked plenty large from the outline in Vincent's singlet, seeing it unrestrained revealed how truly massive it was.

Finally the tiger stood up, removing his weight from Coal--only to reach down and flip the meager husky over, onto his back, and then sit himself back down where he was, barely giving him a chance to catch his breath. Now bare of his singlet, Vincent's thick, throbbing cock was left to hang free, flopping down onto the canine's face.

"Suck it," Vincent said simply, glaring adamantly at Coal. Obeying the tiger's command, Coal opened his maw and let the tiger's thick rod of meat prod down into his mouth.

Vincent didn't waste any time--scooting a bit further forward on Coal's chest, he forced his dick down into the husky's maw, spreading his jaws open wide and sinking down into his throat. Within just a few moments Coal was gagging on the massive cock, but with the pressure Vincent was applying downward on the small husky, there was little he could do but acclimate and hold himself sturdy as Vincent slowly pushed in deeper.

"Nnnggghhh!" the tiger grunted, letting out a series of low, pleasure-induced growls. After forcing his cock nearly as deep as it could go--Coal's lips were pressed firmly against the tiger's crotch--he pulled back rather swiftly, almost all the way out of the husky's mouth, before forcefully thrusting back in. Settling into a comfortable rhythm, Vincent rocked his hips back and forth, his cock slickly sliding in and out of Coal's mouth with wet squelching noises. He continued to gag every few seconds or so, and drool was soon seeping down from the sides of his muzzle, having nowhere else to go.

"F-fuck yeah, take that dick," Vincent huffed out as he carefully repositioned himself, kicking his legs out in back of him and leaning forward, propping himself up with his paws in a pushup-like position. Then he slowly began picking up speed as he humped into the husky faster and harder. The tiger was moaning out passionately with each thrust, clearly in bliss from the sensation of humping balls-deep into his pupil's muzzle--Coal could feel the steady trickling of precum down his gullet, which was leaking quite profusely from Vincent's cock.

After a few minutes, the intensity of the face-fucking began to rise rapidly--Coal was gagging with every thrust, and the tiger was groaning out with such vivacity and passion that if anyone were to so much as step foot into the wrestling facilities, they'd be sure to hear and immediately know what was going on.

Then, finally, with one last powerful thrust to bury his dick as far into Coal's mouth as it could possibly go, the tiger started cumming. He let out a loud, roar-like groan of pleasure as he pumped the husky full of his warm, creamy spunk, shooting it down his gullet in long ropes.

Coal let out a muffled moan, gulping down as much of it as he could, but some of it inevitably started spilling out from the sides of his mouth, streaming down his cheeks--and, after a particularly large burst from Vincent, some of it even started spurting out from his nose. Being so overly-stimulated from the whole experience, he even started cumming himself, completely paws-free. A noticeably large wet spot appeared down at his crotch as his load soaked through his singlet.

After a few long moments of intense pleasure, the tiger finally finished blowing his load and started to pull his cock out. Inch by inch, the cum-covered rod slowly slid out, until it finally came out with a wet pop! Coal immediately started hacking and gasping for air, cum spilling out from his mouth onto the matted floor below.

The tiger scooted off of Coal and sat down a few feet away, panting heavily from the exhilarating experience. His gaze scanned over the area, examining the mess of fluids on the mat around Coal, and of course the exhausted and beaten husky himself, his body sprawled out listlessly as he panted for air.

Vincent chuckled loudly. "We've got a lot of cleaning up to do, don't we?"

(...)

"I didn't even know my jaw could extend that far," Coal mused casually, tilting his head up to receive the brunt force of the showerhead's steamy waters, swiftly cleaning through the cum-coated fur on his face.

"Well for the record, it felt great," Vincent replied with a devious chuckle and a smirk. He stood right behind the husky, rubbing his paws up and down along his back as he kneaded the shampoo into his fur.

"Yeah, for you," Coal replied quietly, rolling his eyes. After rinsing off his back, Coal switched positions with the tiger so he could help clean his hard-to-reach spots as well, as they had earlier promised.

"Oh, shush, I know you loved that just as much as I did, you kinky little mutt," Vincent teased, shooting him a wink. As the husky started rubbing along his shoulders and down his back, he let out a soft groan and smiled back at him. "Say, Coal, your paws feel like magic back there...you must give really good massages."

"Oh?" the husky said, chuckling with a shrug. "I can't say I've ever given one before, but if you insist."

"I do," the tiger began, "so why not give me a nice long one after our next training session?"

"Our next--" Coal started, then shaking his head and letting out a groan. "You mean...you wanna--"

"Well of course I fuckin' do," Vincent snapped quickly, cutting Coal off. "You told me yesterday you wanted to keep working hard at this, so that's what we're gonna do. You'll need a lot more practice before you've mastered all those techniques I've been showing you." He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. "And I've gotta hump that muzzle of yours again, too. You've got such a good throat."

Coal looked down at his feet, blushing deeply. "T-thank you," he stuttered out quietly.

"Or you could always come over to my dorm sometime. I could have lots of fun with you there."

After they were both done cleaning up, the tiger reached for the shower knob and twisted it until the stream of water dwindled away into nothing. Vincent trotted over to his locker, drying himself off with his towel before slipping into a clean gettup. Coal followed suit, lagging just behind him.

"I can't do tomorrow, but how about Thursday, same time?" Vincent asked, grabbing his bag and meandering towards the exit.

"Works for me," Coal answered, slipping a T-shirt over his head.

"Alright! Seeya then." The tiger waved goodbye, then turned and swiftly left the locker room, disappearing out of sight.

After watching him leave, Coal let out a sigh and turned his gaze down to his feet. After being too preoccupied with the suddenness and excitement of the situation for quite some time, Coal finally had an opportunity to let his thoughts run free.

Had that been worth it, letting Vincent abuse his body to such an extent? Even now, nearly forty minutes after the tiger had finished with him, his legs were still trembling, his breath was still short, and he still felt a mild but uncomfortable pain in his chest, his jaw and especially his groin--which had spent the entire training session hard and heavily constrained by his uniform, after all. And that wasn't even mentioning how catastrophically bad things could've been, had a coach or anyone else suddenly wandered in.

He conceived of his answer a short moment later. Of course it was, Coal affirmed to himself, shaking his head and chuckling. He stood up from the locker room bench he was sitting on, grabbed his bag and started on his way out with a confident stride. That was fun.