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Gage had a crush.

He'd had crushes before, but this one... Oh, this one was different. It was so bad, he'd play fantasies in his head at night that didn't revolve around sexual trysts but rather more domestic things like picking out plants at the gardening store for their fictitious apartment. That sort of thing.

He'd been harbouring this crush for a couple of months now; ever since he first joined the gym.

Gage had joined the gym in an effort to trim his body fat and gain muscle to achieve the perfect muscle-bear body he envied so much of his species. His Instagram mainly consisted of gay bodybuilding models usually flexing or posing in revealing underwear that made him both drool and jealous. Finally deciding enough was enough, he marched into his local gym and signed up, proud of himself for doing so.

The bear obviously had no idea what he was doing. At first, he mainly stuck to running on the treadmill every day and spied on the other buff furs lifting weights to figure out what muscles they were training and how. It was about a month in that he finally plucked the courage to approach the weight rack and start off with some simple dumbbell curls.

That's when he met the tiger. Or rather, was formally introduced to him. Gage had already spied the big buff cat during his first week at the gym and it seemed they shared relatively the same schedule. He was a very handsome feline but an ever present scowl was etched on his face, making him even less approachable.

The bear had been busy doing dumbbell rolls while kneeling on the bench when the tiger approached him. Gage was surprised at how serious he looked, and a fleeting flare of panic rushed through his body. Had he caught him staring too often? The tiger motioned for him to remove his earbuds.

"Can I give you some advice?" he said, deadpan.

"Uh, sure." Gage was sweating for all the wrong reasons.

The fit feline was then suddenly in the bear's space. He placed a paw on Gage's back and flattened out his fingers.

"You need to straighten your back more. Really arch it."

Gage nodded and did so, gaining a nod from the tiger. He stepped away and watched as the bear resumed doing his rows. Already, he could feel the difference targeting his upper back.

"Better."

"Yeah, I can feel it. Thanks."

The tiger only nodded again and put his earbuds back in before returning to his workout nearby.

And that was the end of their interaction together. Until a couple of weeks later, that is.

Gage was changing in the locker-rooms. He'd finally gotten the courage to change while other furs were nearby instead of heading straight for a stall. He had taken his sweaty t-shirt off and was about to switch to his usual attire when the tiger approached him again. Still that serious, almost displeased face. He was shirtless this time, which made Gage blush underneath his brown fur.

"You've lost weight," the tiger said simply. "Was that your goal?"

"Uh, yeah."

The feline gave a curt nod.

"Good job," he said without a smile and walked off.

The praise paired with that scowling face of his left Gage more confused than flattered. Was the tiger being sarcastic? The tone wasn't mocking, but there was no effort in seeming pleasant. Still, the interaction left Gage with a thumping in his chest he couldn't ignore for several days.

The next time they spoke was only a week later (no, Gage wasn't keeping track). He was in the middle of his cool-down when the tiger approached him again.

"Do you mind spotting me?" he asked.

Gage blinked stupidly.

"Sure."

The feline led him to a barbell stand and laid down on the bench underneath it. He gripped the bar with his two powerful paws and waited for Gage to place himself.

The bear, meanwhile, was having an internal meltdown. The position in which he'd have to spot him would be standing right next to his face, the tiger's muzzle directly underneath his crotch. Gulping, he took his place and hovered his own paws underneath the bar.

At once, the big cat settled the barbell across his chest with a loud inhale. Gage wondered if he could smell his sweaty crotch and he furiously blushed, angling his waist away from the tiger.

The feline started doing his workout, lifting the bar with an exhale and slowly lowering it back down with an inhale. He repeated this ten times and then quickly set the bar back on its rack.

"Still got two more sets," he grunted.

Gage nodded and waited before he resumed his next set. The second one was good as well, although the bear noticed that the tiger was struggling by the end of it. He was breathing hard and swallowed a gulp of water from his bottle nearby before tackling his last set.

The first half of his reps were solid, however, he started shaking towards the end. Gage quickly and very lightly guided the tiger in his following pushes, which seemed to make a world of difference for him. He finished with a clang as he set the bar on its rack and sighed.

"Thanks. Don't think I would've done it without you."

"Not a problem, man." Gage replied, blushing.

"You're finished, yeah?" the tiger asked.

The bear was surprised. Had he been watching his workout?

"Uh, yeah."

The feline nodded and collected his towel and water bottle before stopping and staring at the bear.

"Aren't you headed towards the showers?"

Gage stared. He hadn't used the showers here yet.

He nodded and followed the buff tiger towards the locker-rooms. He was panicking because this meant that he'd have to walk around naked. In front of others. In front of him.

By the time they arrived, Gage was panicking. He made a bee-line for his locker and started to undress. He didn't even have any soap to clean himself with. He was standing in his underwear when the tiger passed by, towel draped over his shoulder, fully nude.

He couldn't help but stare. The tiger was magnificent. All broad shoulders, big arms, tight waist, and a cock so thick it had the bear drooling. Gage gulped and realized he was staring a little too intently at the tiger's private parts and he darted his eyes back to his.

The feline didn't seem to have noticed, or cared. He simply nodded and waved.

"See ya."

And with that he left towards the showers. Gage was frozen. Did that mean he could shower at home instead? Not waiting for any other cues, he quickly got dressed again and left the gym, the image of the tiger's naked body imprinted in his mind.

The next day, Gage arrived at the gym, resolute. He was going to learn the built cat's name.

Lo and behold, he was there, busy pumping away at the iron. When Gage crossed his field of vision, the tiger didn't smile, but simply nodded in acknowledgement. The bear took a deep breath to settle his nerves and approached him cautiously, motioning to remove his earbuds.

"Hey, uh, what's your name?" Gage blurted out.

There was a pause. The tiger's face was unreadable as always.

"Samar," he answered.

"Cool," the bear said lamely. "I'm Gage."

There was another long silence that felt immensely awkward to him. Finally, he smiled sheepishly and waved at Samar.

"See ya around."

The tiger nodded and plugged his earbuds back in. Gage turned away, already sweating, and hopped up on the treadmill. They didn't talk for the next few days. Just a simple nod in each other's direction when they happened to cross paths.

Gage did, however, stalk Instagram to see if he could find any trace of the handsome feline. His search was simple; go through the gym's location history and hope that a picture of Samar popped up. It took him a couple of minutes, but there he was, posing in front of the mirror lined up by the weights rack. Gage's heart thudded as he tapped on samaral.tiger and was exposed to snippets of his life.

For a quiet grumpy cat, Samar actually had a lot of photos on his Instagram. The occasional posing shirtless selfie (which Gage was careful not to accidentally like) was more often buried amidst photos of friends, family, food, and locations. It seemed like he travelled a lot as the backgrounds changed drastically from picture to picture. Still, true to his nature, there wasn't a single photo where he smiled, the bear noticed.

Gage hovered for a moment above the "Follow" button and wondered if he should tap it. Feeling brave behind the screen, he did, and not two minutes later, Samar followed back. The bear's bravery soon turned to dread when he realized that he had received a message.

hey

hey there!

how'd you find my insta lol?

Oh shit.

i was going through the gym's tag and saw your pic haha

lol

hope it doesn't make me look douchey

nah man! gotta show off those gains!

lol yeah

you should post some gym selfies too

really?

yeah man, you're really starting to gain muscle

oh

thanks!

i haven't even noticed a difference haha

nah you've bulked up a lot

soon you won't make it through doorframes lol

lmao i wish

i feel like i'll never get that big

you're a bear, you're made to get big lol

haha i guess so

The conversation died at that point. Nevertheless, Gage was ecstatic that he had been able to talk to Samar for as long as he did. The tiger seemed very introverted, after all.

They didn't speak for the next couple of days, in person or online. They did see each other at the gym, but that was the extent of their interactions until about two weeks later.

Gage was at home, browsing Twitter, when his phone buzzed with a message from Samar. Surprised and curious, he opened the conversation.

hey

hey!

what's up?

not much, just browsing. you?

bored

i feel ya lmao

There was a moment before Samar replied.

wanna hangout?

Gage stared at the message, wide eyed. He had absolutely no idea what prompted the tiger to ask that. His heart beating a mile a minute and his stomach feeling strangely empty, he typed his answer.

uh, sure

what'd you have in mind?

do you play video games?

yeah

i have mortal kombat 11. you can come over if you want

yeah sure! i'll bring snacks

cool. here's my address:

The bear instantly sprinted off of the couch he was sprawled onto and hurried to get dressed. He slipped on a t-shirt that started to hug his biceps quite nicely and a pair of jeans he hadn't worn in a couple of years before toeing on his shoes and racing out the door. He arrived at his car almost to a jog and sat in it, putting in Samar's address into Google Maps.

He was nervous. Incredibly nervous. It wasn't often that Gage wound up alone with handsome strangers. He tried to relax, telling himself it was just a hangout between two acquaintances.

He stopped by a corner-store on the way and picked up a couple of bags of chips as well as chocolate, unsure if the tiger had a sweet tooth or salty one. Soon, he found himself in front of the apartment complex his map indicated and he parked nearby. He had started to sweat.

Gage stepped out of the car, locking it, and buried his paws in his pockets as he made his way into the building. He entered the code Samar had texted him and shuffled towards the elevator. His ride was lonesome, as it was pretty late, and he arrived at the 5th floor with no fanfare. Gage then lost himself briefly in the hallway of the floor, looking for the appropriate number, and almost flinched when he did find it. With one last brush of his clothes and smoothing of his eyebrows, the bear knocked on the door.

Samar answered the door without a smile. For a moment, Gage was afraid he was upset, considering he was frowning, but the tiger opened the door wider to let the bear in.

"Hey. Welcome," he said.

"Hey, thanks for having me."

"No worries."

The tiger was in relatively the same outfit as Gage; a t-shirt that hugged his muscles deliciously and a pair of tight fitting jeans that revealed his incredible ass. The bear toed off his shoes before stepping inside the apartment and looked around.

It was surprisingly well-decorated for a bachelor (Gage had made sure to stalk his Instagram for a girlfriend or boyfriend). His apartment was small, but the windows lining the living room gave it the impression that it was bigger than it was. All in all, it was a comfortable place that Gage wouldn't mind living in.

He shook that idea from his head and, sheepishly, raised the bag of goodies.

"Snacks! Have any bowls?"

Samar nodded and went to the adjoining kitchen to fetch some. Once the junk food was poured, he offered the bear a beer, took one himself, and they settled in the living room in front of the TV. Two PlayStation controllers laid on the coffee table in front of them as the TV displayed the Mortal Kombat 11 main menu.

"D'you know how to play?" Samar asked as he picked up the player one controller.

"Absolutely not, but I'm a quick learner."

Gage picked up his controller and watched as the tiger sped through a series of different menus before arriving at a character roster. He started to explain who was what to the bear.

"Sub-Zero is usually the first guy people play as," he instructed, hovering over his character portrait. "And he's enemies with Scorpion, although not anymore in this one."

"Uh-huh."

"Noob Saibot is Sub-Zero's brother, but like, dead and evil."

"Right."

"Raiden is a thunder god, and his apprentice is Liu Kang. His rival is Shang Tsung. Kitana is princess of Outworld-"

"What's Outworld?"

"One of the three realms that exist in the Mortal Kombat universe. There's Earthrealm, Outworld, and the Netherrealm. The Netherrealm is like Hell basically."

"Ok..."

"So there's Johnny Cage, who's an actor. His wife Sonya Blade, and his daughter Cassie Cage. Then there's Jax Briggs and his daughter Jacqui Briggs. They're all enemies with the Black Dragon, which consists of Kano and Kabal."

Gage was trying to remember all these characters and their backstories, but he couldn't retain all the information while he was too busy watching the curve of Samar's biceps as he held the controller.

"...and finally there's Cetrion, who's a goddess. Got it?"

The bear nodded and hovered over the different characters. He had no idea who to pick. He went with whoever he found the most attractive, which turned out to be Kano. Samar, meanwhile, immediately picked Scorpion.

The round started and with blinding speed, Samar had Gage's character stuck in a series of "kombos" that he couldn't get out of. The bear was basically button-mashing at this point and he managed to land a punch before ending the first round. The second round was pretty much the same, with his character Kano entering a dizzy state. He watched as Samar input a series of specific buttons and watched as Scorpion absolutely brutalized his character. It left Gage a little sick to his stomach.

"Not bad. You can block with R2."

"Gotcha."

The next few matches were pretty much the same. Samar would switch up characters every now and then while Gage remained with Kano. He never won a single round, but it didn't matter. He was having fun. Somewhat. His mind kept drifting to the warmth of the tiger near him on the couch, which caused him to lose focus and the game.

About half an hour rolled by with them playing (no success for Gage) until Samar put down the controller and stretched lazily. His shirt lifted to reveal that sweet peek of flat stomach he sported and the bear couldn't help but stare. The tiger drank a gulp of his beer and looked at Gage.

"I noticed you follow a lot of bodybuilders on Instagram," Samar said after a while.

The bear's stomach dropped and he started to feel a cold sweat come on. He kept his gaze firmly locked on the TV screen displaying Kitana floating amidst a tornado of gore. It wasn't the reason why he felt sick to the stomach.

"Uh, yeah... Inspiration, you know?" Gage tried.

"Most of them are gay, I noticed."

He started to tremble. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

"Gage, are you gay?"

There it was. Gage let out a shaky exhale and turned to face the tiger, resolute.

"Yeah. I am."

There was a very long pause from the two. Samar looked as impassive as always, which frustrated Gage at that moment. If he at least looked angry, he could bolt for the door and get out of there as soon as possible. He'd have to change gyms which was really unfortunate since that was the nearest one and-

"Do you wanna fuck?"

It was as if someone had hit the "Reset" button on Gage's mind. All of his anxieties and fears stopped dead in their tracks as he continued to stare at the blasé tiger. He opened his mouth dumbly, then, realizing he had nothing to say, closed it again.

Samar, meanwhile, looked as if he had asked what Gage took in his coffee. His right arm rested on the backrest of the couch, nearly in the bear's personal space.

Gage swallowed the last of his remaining saliva and finally said something.

"What?"

"Do you wanna fuck?" Samar repeated.

"Uh... are you gay?" Gage stupidly asked.

"Pan, technically."

"Oh."

There was a beat of silence.

"Do you?" Gage said.

"Yes."

"Oh."

Another beat.

"It's okay if you don't want to, I thought-"

"Yes."

Samar stopped in his tracks. He watched Gage as he met his eyes fiercely, determined and ready, if a little scared. The tiger hummed and scooted closer to the bear so that they shared the same space. Gage felt trapped in the corner of the couch, but it felt good. Samar then brought his paw that was resting on the couch to the back of the bear's head, massaging gently the fur there. His other paw fell on his thigh and rubbed up and down, up and down...

"Tell me what you like," it was almost an order.

"Uh... Well... I'm a bottom." Gage admitted.

"Good. What else?"

"I like, uh..." he was getting distracted by the paws rubbing him. "I like it rough." Gage said in a small voice.

Samar's eyes blazed with a hunger the bear hadn't seen before.

"So if I did this..."

The paw rubbing the back of his head trailed to the top of it, grabbed the fur growing on top, and yanked backwards, causing Gage's head to fall back and eliciting a moan from his exposed throat. Samar hummed again and came in even closer, his muzzle dangerously close to his neck.

"I like it rough too," he growled before kissing underneath his jaw.

Gage whined and struggled to find somewhere to grip. His eyes rolled over when Samar started biting at his neck and his paws landed on the tiger's broad back. The feline slowly made his way up to Gage's maw and, without asking permission, inserted his tongue.

The bear was too shocked to say anything as Samar claimed his maw. That, and he had another tongue to deal with before speaking. Instead, Gage closed his eyes and tilted his head, deepening the wet kiss and allowing Samar to roam as freely as he wanted.

He pulled away with a raunchy "Pop!", leaving the bear panting for more. In an act of sheer dominance, Samar spit in Gage's mouth. No one had ever done that to him before, but the act made his cock throb painfully in his jeans.

"Safeword is Scorpion, got that?" Samar breathed.

Gage nodded and that earned another hum from the tiger. He then stood up from the couch and, in a fluid motion that only felines could pull off, took off his shirt. The bear stared with hunger at the tiger's musculature while Samar unbuckled his belt and fished out his hard cock. Gage's eyes fell upon his dick and his eyes widened.

It was massive. At least a good ten inches, and proportionately wide, Samar's cock was made to be inserted in holes. Without a word, Gage scooted on the couch so he was facing the protruding member and grabbed it with both paws. It was heavy and warm, and a pearl of precum was gathering at the tip.

Gage kissed the tip with reverence, eyes closed as he made out messily with the cock in front of him. Above, he could hear Samar grunt and groan as, teasingly, the bear inched down until half of it was in his maw. Gage started bobbing his head, sucking on the dick while his paws placed themselves on the tiger's massive flexing thighs.

Samar then grabbed the bear's head and started thrusting into his maw, spit drooling off his lips as he inched deeper and deeper into his throat. Gage's eyes started to water as he gagged and coughed his way off of the dick. The tiger only slapped his cock across the bear's muzzle, getting his stink all over his face.

Gage, recovering from the forceful fucking, decided to lap at Samar's balls. They were warm and salty with the tang of sweat. He buried his nose into the furry scrotum and inhaled loudly, groaning at the natural scent of man.

With one long lick, the bear made his way from Samar's balls to the shaft of his dick, and returned to the tip with a sloppy kiss. He immediately swallowed more than half of his cock, to the tiger's pleasure, and started bobbing his head again.

Minutes went by and soon, he could feel Samar's cock twitching. With a paw on the top of his head, Gage was pulled off of his dick with a groan. Samar stared down darkly at the bear and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him up to his feet.

"Bedroom. Now," he simply said.

Samar made his way across the apartment towards the bedroom and Gage doggedly followed, discarding his shirt and hopping out of his pants. Once they arrived in the room, Samar shut the door and turned to face the bear hungrily. He pushed him on the shoulders and Gage fell with an "Oof!" on the messy double bed. Immediately, the tiger pounced on top of him, caging his head between his flexed forearms. His cock rubbed against the bulge of Gage's wet underwear, causing him to moan shakily.

Samar reached over towards the end-desk next to his bed and pulled open a drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw. Gonna breed that ass," he growled into Gage's face.

The bear moaned and nodded, ready for the pounding that would follow. Samar stood up on his knees and uncapped the lube, squirting some on his fingers. Gage reached down and shimmied out of his underwear after an awkward shuffle between the tiger and the bear. He tossed them aside, not caring where they landed.

Samar immediately pressed his fingers against Gage's taint, causing the latter to moan at the cold, wet feeling. They found his ring and slowly inserted themselves, lathering the lube as generously as possible. Seemingly satisfied with the amount covering him, Samar crawled towards Gage and lined up his cock with the bear's asshole, grabbing his ankles and hoisting them up in the air.

Gage let out a long exhale to relax himself, hoping the monster between the tiger's legs would fit in nicely. It had been a while since he had last been fucked, and none of his toys were as big as Samar.

He suddenly felt the tip of his cock enter him, that burning hot sensation spreading throughout his lower body. Samar pushed forward painfully slowly, until the head of his dick was lodged inside Gage.

"Fuck!" Samar cried out. "Jesus Christ you're tight."

He inched a bit more into Gage, which elicited another painful moan. He was about to tell the tiger to stop, but put on a brave face, biting his lip and grabbing the sheets as he was being speared on the big cock.

They waited a while for Gage to get used to the girth in him before Samar resumed inching his way closer and closer to the bear. He barely even realized when the tiger's crotch pressed flush against his ass, besides the shaky groan that escaped Samar's open maw.

"Fuck, I love ass. Pussy can't take my whole dick..." he spat.

Gage moaned at the profanity, his breath shallow. He was starting to realize that while Samar was quiet, in the bedroom he became very vocal and loud.

The tiger, however, started pulling back his cock with care until only the head was left. Huffing, he stared down at Gage and for the first time since he'd met, grinned.

"I'm gonna pound you 'til you scream."

The bear barely had the time to reply before Samar slammed back in forcefully, causing Gage to moan loudly and throw his head back. It was then that the tiger began a punishing pace of fucking, the bed shaking and thumping against the wall as he made true to his promise.

Gage could hardly breathe. The pain had been replaced with inexplicable pleasure that coursed through his lower body. He could only moan and yell as Samar beat his way into his ass, his large cock hitting all the sensitive spots in him in the perfect way.

The tiger, meanwhile, was growling and grunting as he fucked like a machine, hips pistoning back and forth. He pushed the bear's legs as far back as they would go so he could tower on top of him. It only made his hole more easy to abuse in this position and abuse he did, pounding relentlessly.

"Fucking dirty little fucking whore... Grrah... Been eyeing that ass for weeks now. Wanted to pound it, fuck it hard and get you pregnant."

Gage couldn't stop the scream that left him. His paws had found their way onto the tiger's flexing chest, feeling up his powerful pecs as he rammed into him.

"Fucking hell," he grunted. "Gonna cum so hard into your tight ass."

"Yes! Breed me!"

"Yeah? You wanna get bred, slut?"

"Yes!"

Samar let go of one of the bear's ankles and slapped him straight across the face. The painful sting only added to the myriad of sensations that were coursing through Gage's body and he moaned.

"Fuck yeah. Dirty fucking whore," the tiger spat as he slapped him again.

He suddenly stopped his brutal pace and pulled out of Gage's ass, leaving a gaping hole. Samar groaned at the sight and smacked his thigh.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Gage didn't need to be told twice. He flipped around easily and got on all fours. He suddenly remembered his first encounter with the tiger and grinned, arching his back. He heard Samar groan again and a paw swatted at his ass, causing a moan.

"Gonna fuck you like a real whore, fuck!" he said as he aligned his dick once more.

With barely any resistance, the tiger thrust deeply into the bear's ass and grunted. He then resumed his punishing fuck, hips slamming against Gage in a perverted cacophony. His paws gripped the bear's ass and would occasionally slap at his cheeks with a satisfying "Smack!"

Gage was blissed out. The position they were in had Samar's cock beating down on his prostate, sending electric waves of pleasure all over his shivering body. All he could do was moan like the bitch he was.

The tiger was king in that moment, his muscular body flexing and sweating as he pounded the bear with no abandon. His cock reached so far that he felt the second ring of his insides kiss his tip and he practically yelled, clawing at Gage's ass.

"Fucking hitting your fucking gut, fuck!"

"Yeah, gut fuck me, stud!"

"Aw fuck, I'm gonna shoot. Gonna fucking breed your ass."

"Yeah! Yeah! Cum in me!"

Samar raised a litany of grunts as he fucked, his cock twitching. Then, in one final thrust, he mashed his crotch against the bear's ass and came, roaring throughout his orgasm.

The combination of the attack on his prostate, the knowledge the tiger had just cum, and the sound of his manly roar made Gage's eyes go cross as his cock shot stream after stream of jizz onto the bed beneath him.

It was a long orgasm for both. Samar kept true to his word and practically filled up the bear's insides. Once he started to wind down, he pulled ever so slowly out of Gage and watched as his gaping hole struggled to keep his cum inside; dripping messily down his taint and onto the bed sheets. Samar shivered at the sight.

Gage, meanwhile, crashed onto his front, his ass still sticking up in the air. He was content, properly fucked, and felt the warm wave of the afterglow of sex wash over him.

The tiger gave one final slap on the bear's ass and moved so he could lay down next to him with a sigh. He watched Gage as he came back down to Earth.

"Holy shit," was all Gage was able to say.

"I'm glad you liked. Wasn't too rough?" Samar asked.

The bear shook his head into the pillow beneath him. He adjusted himself so he laid on his side, out of the pool of cum underneath him.

"I haven't been fucked that hard... Ever, really," he stated.

"And that was just round one."

"Oh, so there's more than just this once?" Gage playfully asked.

"Of course."

"Good. I like studs that can go on."

And the tiger smiled.