Mercy Rule
Mercy Rule
The Savanna Black Hawks were in their home stadium for once, much to the chagrin of the players. It's situated in the perfect location for the most grueling games to take place due to a prevailing wind, a swamp, and the fact that there isn't one iota of America that isn't paved with black tar. They were in their ninth inning, bases were loaded, and the crowd wasn't the only ones who were getting tired of the game and the humidity.
James hadn't dealt with a game this horrible even in his home country of Australia. He would gleefully stomp on cane toads before putting in another inning. On plus side, he was less likely to get stung or bitten by something here. However, that was the only positive other than the fact that he liked his team far more than his previous one. He was very surprised to find a certain tiger on his team hanging out in the Blue Room. It was the best gay bar in the state, and also the least likely place to run into a professional baseball player, let alone of his teammates. Either the next guy up to bat was very open-minded, or he shared similar interests.
The dingo just happened to be sitting right next to the player in question, so he figured right then would be a good time to find something out. He wrapped one of his lightly colored arms around Keith's striped shoulders and leaned in close to deal out some quiet advice.
"Alright, listen here mate," he said in his most theatrical Aussie accent. He doesn't actually talk like that, but it's what the Americans want to hear. "I'll tell you a secret I learned from the Aborigines to getting a home run, because it's the only way we'll ever win this."
Keith leaned over to hear the secret, so James cupped his paw and whispered, "If you get a home run, I'll let you do any thing you want to me in the locker room."
James sat back to observe Keith's wide-eyed shock. The effect of the dingo's offer on Keith was similar to being electrocuted. To put it into words, it was both "Oh crap," and "I should do this more often."
"Wh- wait. What? Are you kidding me?" he stuttered, "You- you're dead serious aren't you?"
"Keith!" yelled the Doberman coach, "Yer up to bat! Get in there!"
"Just remember what I told you, mate. Think of that, and then swing!" said James.
Keith took to the field and grabbed a bat without bothering to adjust his gloves or helmet. He seemed extremely tense yet focused on one, single thing. Since the pitcher some mild heatstroke, the ball practically floated over the plate, much to the tiger's advantage. He might as well have been hitting a butterfly with a tennis racket.
James knew it was a home run the second he saw it. It was at the perfect time too.
When Keith hit the ball with a satisfying crack, the dingo was simply overjoyed as he saw it rise above the field and into the stands. With a four point lead to finally break the stalemate, the team and whatever remained of the fans took to the field to celebrate their victory. It was a good thing too, since most of the players could hardly stand anymore, yet Keith seemed oddly revitalized.
As the whole team filed into the locker room, James gave the tiger a knowing stare. Much to the dingo's delight, Keith returned the look and they both waited until all of the players had left. The tiger had made up some kind of excuse about his shoes or something, but James wasn't paying any attention to what Keith was saying anymore.
When the final player made his way out of the locker room, Keith looked at James and said, "I can't believe you knew about me."
"I saw you at the Blue Room! You were attracting quite a crowd," said James.
"Why didn't you say something?"
The dingo shook his head. "I didn't feel like it," he said, "It would have been too strange."
"It would have been really weird huh? I guess your right then," said Keith, "So, what did you want to do?"
"Well, by how I phrased my little offer, it was more what you wanted to do."
Keith put on an embarrassed grin as if someone had just found out some of his worst secrets. "Maybe... maybe we could have sex in the showers?"
"That would be a capital idea mate! I got just the thing for that, no questions about it though!" said James as he rummaged through his duffel bag. He quickly produced a bottle of personal lubricant wrapped up in a sock.
"Why do you-"
"No questions, right! Now take those clothes off; I want to get a look at you! Youre a pro athlete after all, I bet you've got a gorgeous bod."
Keith laughed a little as he took his shirt off, "We're batting for the same team you know, I'll bet you're pretty good looking too!"
As soon as he had his shirt off, Keith was curious as to how James had gotten his uniform off so quickly. He wasn't one to question a good thing, so he just let the dingo's quick-strip go unnoticed. He didn't want anything to get in the way of him and the Aussie's lean body. James seemed eager to get going too since the tip of his penis was just starting to poke out of his cream-colored sheath. The tiger was completely enthralled by the sight.
"Oh wow. God, you are so hot James. I had no idea. I... I've never been with a canine before, but I've always wanted to," he muttered.
"No worries, mate. It all feels the same... in a general sense," said James as he looked the tiger up and down, "Now get out of those trousers, unless of course you just want to look at me this whole time, or you want to do it with your clothes on."
Having no intention of doing anything of the sort, Keith quickly dropped his pants and stuffed them into his bag. He was a little unnerved as James circled him like a predator, his hands grouping and squeezing to size him up.
"Oh yes, very nice. You've got a nice butt on you, but I'll bet youre more interested in what I've got for you," taunted the dingo as he lowered onto his knees in front of the tiger.
The dingo started to lap at Keith's erection. His hot breath and whiskers tickled Keith, making him hungry for more. James wasn't about to just end it all right there though. Only a few strokes of his tongue wandered over the tiger's dick, just enough to moisten it a little with his drool. Regardless, the brief contact assaulted Keith's senses. He didn't care what the dingo had in store for him, or where and how they did it, all he wanted was to be with James.
James stood up and then pressed his crotch up against the tiger and lightly started to rub against him as he hotly growled with lust for his fellow ball player. Keith could feel as a bit more of James' warm cock was exposed and pressed up into his fur. He closed his eyes and moaned as he fantasized about sucking it dry or having it thrust into him until it coated his insides with his teammate's cum.
Keith was distracted by the sharp snap of the bottle being opened in the lonely locker room and James' rough paw pads coating him with the lube. A warming sensation instantly filled his groin.
"This stuff is like Icy-Hot without the icy. Be grateful for that," said James.
As soon as he was satisfied, he turned his back and lifted his tail so Keith could watch as he applied some to himself. James didn't want to keep the tiger waiting, so he was quick and utilitarian instead of putting on a show.
"Well c'mon tiger, let's get the hot water running," he said.
They hadn't even taken a few steps together before Keith pushed James up against a support beam and started to feel the dingo up.
"I thought you wanted it in the showers!" he said.
"We're pre-gaming. I have to get in your ass right now," said Keith.
James managed to say, "Well, I can't argue with-" before the tiger had filled him. "Oh lord. You weren't kidding around. No time for kicking back, huh?"
The tiger only answered with a quiet growl as he threw himself at James. He had managed to build up a lot of tension, and Keith couldn't stand it anymore. Regardless of how much he had wanted the dingo since they had first met and how helpless he was in his company, Keith wanted to show him that he was in control.
James had to hold onto the pole for dear life as Keith plowed him. The pleasure and force the tiger was providing could blow him away unless he braced himself. It was like a sexy Hurricane Katrina. He knew he was pushing his buttons, but he sure wasn't expecting what the result was! It was almost painful how hard Keith's hips were slapping against his, so he took comfort in knowing that the ride wouldn't last long.
"Urrrrgh... fuck mate. I didn't know you ha- unf. Mmm... Forget it, just fill me up tiger."
Keith was relived that he wasn't hurting the dingo, but he still wanted him to have a good time. He slowed his pace and looked over James' shoulder to see that the force of his wild lovemaking had finally drawn the dingo's red cock completely out of its sheath and James' knot had started to swell.
"Dammit, gonna pop already! Grrr... fuck tiger. I can last two minutes, I swear!"
Knowing that his teammate was close, Keith forced himself to slow down. He was finally able to listen as he slurped in and out of the dingo's tail-hole. James was relived that Keith had decided to take it easy for once. Instead of fighting it, he just relaxed as his impending orgasm built up. James only lasted a few moments longer before he tightened and started to cry out, massaging the tiger's erection as he came. Keith immediately stopped and watched as cum hit the pole before James relaxed a little and looked as well while his dick rhythmically twitched and let the rest of his load dribble to the floor. For once, he felt the need to tip a janitor.
"There it goes, mate. You're pretty crazy you know. I didn't think you were that into me!"
"Sorry. I really did get a little wound up," said Keith.
"No worries. It's been a while since someone has wanted to do me like that. You haven't gone off yet, so go ahead and finish yourself off, unless you actually want to save that part for the showers. We'll be taking one anyway you know."
They both had smiles on their faces as they laughed their way to the showers, but stopped short as they heard a very familiar voice stuttering, "Uhh... uhh... umm..."
They turned to see their Doberman coach, still with his puffy, donut-style headphones on and clutching a clipboard, standing just around the corner. He may or may not have seen everything, but he had definitely heard and could certainly smell what they had been up to.
"Forgot my... notes on the game," he said as he gazed at the ceiling.
Keith and James exchanged a worried glance, until they both noticed that the coach was using his clip board to hide a sizable bulge in his pants. James snickered as he waltzed up to the dog, and regardless of the fact that he was still hard and smearing cum on the dobie's khakis, he patted him on the back and said, "Why don't we take a shower coachie? You could use one too after a game like that don'tcha think?"