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RumpWrecker12: Monkey Business

By Danath

YolkMonkey © YolkMonkey

Part 1: RumpWrecker12 (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1105379)

Written during Freebies Vol. 88: Sequelizationize Me Edition!

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Tristan kept glancing at his phone, though he tried not to by distracting himself with a book. The words on the pages just ran together into meaningless black spots, though, and he squirmed on his bed as his constant hard-on rubbed into the blankets through his shorts.

Reaching out a paw, the tiger snatched his phone and opened up the messages, then read through the last couple he'd received from the panther. He rubbed the front of his shorts with his other paw as he bit his lip and squirmed. He'd been going over to the panther's house for weeks now. The big cat even called him "obedient," which just about made him cum hearing the word. Tristan wasn't sure what was wrong with him. Yes, he wanted big, dominant, muscular tops to ravage his body, but this was... different. He needed the panther. Couldn't get the scent out of his nostrils - literally. It had been a week and he still could smell the big male. Hence the ongoing series of awkward erections.

Tristan was staring aimlessly at the phone when it suddenly lit up and, next to the panther's phone number, a set of three dots appeared, indicating he was typing.

The tiger's eyes widened. He waited, breathless, as his arousal jerked against his gym shorts. He could already imagine the big panther's dense fur, his powerful chest, the heavy weight as he thrust down hard, fast, heavy... Tristan's shorts formed a wet spot by the time the message came through.

"Hey, slut. I'm out of town for work. Bet you're squirming over how little dick you're getting, though, so call this number. He doesn't text - old school."

There was a number included, and the three dots appeared again, then another message:

"And he's gonna send me pics, so get your ass moving."

Tristan's eyes widened again. The panther was sending him to someone else? If it was a friend of the enormously muscular feline, surely it would be someone equally impressive. Tristan's hips squirmed, but he had his doubts. Surely nobody could fuck him like the panther. The big cat was just so strong... so powerful... casually humping, thrusting, then tossing him out like a bag of trash... ugh, it was infuriating to want to do anything for that big stud's huge dick. Tristan's muzzle watered as he remembered the last time he got pumped down to the big, musky nuts, choking off his breath until his lungs burned...

Shivering, Tristan dialed in the number and listened to the rings. On the fourth, the phone clicked.

"Yeah?"

The voice was deep and curt.

"Uh... hello... I was told to call?"

Tristan tried to stop the upwards inflection at the end of his sentence. He used to be a saucy little strumpet teasing all the big males. Now he was feeling heart palpitations just talking to a random dude with a nice voice on the phone.

"Ohh, sure," the voice grunted. "Yeah, yeah, good timing. Here's the address..."

Tristan entered it into his phone. It wasn't too far, about as far as he drove to the panther's.

"Got it? Good. Hurry up."

The call ended. Tristan moved automatically, in a daze, wondering just what he was getting himself into.

He barely paid attention during the drive. His cock was hard the whole way. By the time he pulled up in front of the house, located in a large section of the suburbs, he was staining the entire front of the baggy shorts. The tiger tried to arrange himself a bit more discreetly before getting out of the car and walking up to the front door.

There was a note.

"Go to the garage. Bring this with."

Tristan was getting very good at following directions, and did as he was told, walking around the side of the house to the door leading into the two-car garage. He knocked, and a deep voice called out.

"Yeah, come in!"

Tristan opened the door and immediately gasped. The deep, salty musk in the air was overwhelming. It was so humid he could feel his fur getting damp. He stepped into the dimly lit garage quickly and shut the door behind him, then peered around.

The garage was mostly empty. There weren't any cars, and instead a variety of exercise equipment was arranged around the concrete. Mostly free weight, but also a squat bar and bench press, plus a huge bike in the corner. While all the rest of the equipment was clean, the bike was covered in a deep layer of dust.

The reason for the nostril-blinding stench in the air was also very clear. A massive monkey with deep blue fur sat on the end of the large bench press. He levered a pair of barbells up and down, one in each large paw, causing his massive biceps to grow and flex. His dark blue fur shifted and draped as he inhaled and grunted. It was too dark for Tristan to read the numbers on the ends of the barbells, but they were massive, with each lead end easily bigger than his own head.

The gorilla-like monkey wasn't wearing a shirt. Huge pecs swayed above his hard abdominals. The ridges and valleys caused plenty of shadows in the dim light as Tristan studied the pale gray fur covering his chest and belly. It narrowed to a point near his belly button, and then disappeared beneath the waistband of his jock strap. The black strap was four or five inches thick and cut tightly into the monkey's hips, squeezing in through the long blue fur.

Between his knees, the front of the gym shorts shoved outwards. The fabric tensed around the curved length, pulling back so that it created a tent above his thighs, lifting the straps of the jockstrap completely away from his massive tree trunk legs. The triangular pouch only just managed to accommodate the jaw dropping girth, and the monkey's huge balls draped over the back of the jock and bounced between his calves. Tristan watched carefully, wide eyed, as the huge chest rose and fell, the biceps and abs clenched, the enormous package swayed and jiggled... the tiger's tail went stiff as his cock as he waited, motionless and staring, at the giant beast in front of him.

The panther wanted him to fuck this massive monkey? There was no way! Even Tristan had his limits.

But his feet wouldn't move. When the big monkey dropped the barbells on the pads, he stayed put. When the giant blue-furred musclebound male stood, showing off his towering height and huge shoulders, Tristan didn't budge. When the swinging jockstrap approached, he stayed still as a statue.

"Damn, he said you looked good, but you're a real nice little piece of ass, aren't you?" the big monkey grunted. "My usual boys are all busy, so I haven't had a good fuck in ages."

Tristan whimpered. His eyes darted from the swinging nuts to the massive muscles.

"Good thing you're here," the monkey continued. His hips bumped forward, prodding the outline of his jock strap into Tristan's belly. "Gotta warn you, though, I'm not as nice as that little panther."

Tristan's knees buckled. He fell forward, faceplanting into the jockstrap bulge, before a huge blue paw wrapped around the back of his head. Lifting and pushing, the tiger's legs swayed and dragged across the floor as the big monkey pumped and rubbed his hips, grinding his swelling package against the feline's face.

"Fuck, you're an eager slut just like he promised..."

Tristan wasn't listening anymore. He opened his muzzle, licking and sucking on whatever he could as the fingers squeezed around his ears, holding them flat to his skull. His hips twitched and wiggled while his tail danced above, lifted nice and high for when the big beast decided to use it. There was no saying no to this, Tristan knew. He couldn't possibly. The muscular monkey was too big, too strong. Tristan had to worship. His loins burned as the fingers dragged him forward, then down, under his muzzle planted into the huge, sweaty sac hanging beneath.

"You still got his scent all over you... first thing I'm gonna do is send you back well marked, kitty."

The big male's thighs closed around either side of Tristan's head. The tiger's tail stuck straight out behind him, frizzing up, as his face smothered into the huge sac compressed in front of him. The muscles and tendons in the monkey's legs rippled across his head as he groaned and moaned, though not a sound could escape the compacted prison of sweaty balls and deep, musky fur.

Something wrapped around Tristan's backside. He squirmed and wiggled as he felt fingers spreading his cheeks apart. But the monkey's fingers were already on the back of his head... until he remembered. Monkey. Right.

The tiger's hips wiggled frantically as the heat and musk and smell intensified. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck, wetting the ruff of fur around his shoulders. His brain short-circuited as he huffed through the deep pelt. Lower down, his rump cheeks bounced and stretched under the constant teasing.

"Fuck, that's gonna get me hard alright... let's see that muzzle, fucktoy. Gotta get my dick wet before I lose it."

A hand wrapped around the scruff of Tristan's neck and dragged his limp body out from between the musky prism of balls and thighs. His wet muzzle hung open as he drew in a few ragged breaths of fresh air before his eyes focused on the monkey again. The enormous male's wide muzzle turned into a vicious grin as he thrust towards the tiger's face. The massive, fat ridge of maleness inside pushed forward, straining the jockstrap until the pouch tore free of its stitching. Enormous, juicy inches of fat, heaving monkey dick shoved against Tristan's cheek and muzzle before the enormous length flexed upwards immediately, raring to go after getting his balls serviced so eagerly.

Tristan moaned long and low when he saw the thick cock. The monkey's muscular arms pulled him closer, sweeping his belly and chest over the thickness, as he felt the throbbing veins under his fingers. It was massive. A true monster. Even bigger than the panther's, and it wasn't even all the way hard yet.

"Up and at 'em, slut. I ain't got all night."

Tristan's world turned upside down as he felt a rope wrap around his ankles and suddenly yank him up into the air.

No, not a rope - a furry blue tail.

The powerlifter monkey grinned again as his tail dropped Tristan lower. One big paw wrapped around the small feline's neck, guiding him into place until the enormous tip prodded at the small cat's lips. It was big around as his head, but that didn't deter the big monkey.

"Better take a deep breath," he advised.

Tristan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the fat tip squeezed past his lips and filled his muzzle. The pressure and heat was so intense, especially considering he was hanging upside down. Gravity forced him lower as the tail around his ankles squeezed tighter. Thanks to the firm grip on his neck and throat, he couldn't bend his hips.

"Nnnnnffffff... oh, yeah, I can see why he likes you," the big monkey growled. "Look at that bulge!"

Something bright flashed in Tristan's eyes from above. Squinting through the shuddering, body-wracking pleasure of such a massive cock stretching him open, Trsitan could only groan and drool as his belly flopped forward lewdly and a spurt of seed drizzled past his lips. He realized it was a camera flash and bent his ears flat to his skull, but what was he supposed to do about it? The monkey's long, muscular leg gripped the phone, extending outwards to get a good shot of the tiger's belly squirting when the huge male's thickness speared up inside him again.

"Mmmff, fuck... yeah, that's a good picture, don't you think, slut?"

Tristan's bleary eyes focused for a moment on the phone screen held in front of his eyes by the monkey's flexible toes. His muzzle was open and dripping, his belly was fat and mid-jiggle, while his hips were levered upwards in an obvious, needy kneeling pose. He looked like he was having the absolute time of his life.

"Heh... don't worry, I promised to send a few of these off to the panther, but I'm gonna hold onto the rest myself," the monkey grunted, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he took some film as well. "Fuck, the boys at the bar will never believe you took it all unless I show 'em some... mmmfffff... proof!"

Proof came in the form of several more minutes of film of Tristan's tight tiger-hole being absolutely ruined by the muscular, oversized, blue-furred monkey's massive cock and immense arms and legs. Tristan wasn't sure when he came, but he came a lot, just from the feeling of the enormous muscular top's thickness grinding down into his belly. His whole throat stretched around the huge dong, clenching and rippling as tight as he could, while his arms hung down past his head and bounced off the huge balls underneath. The tail grasping his legs yanked him up, then let him fall back down again, grinding another half foot of thick monkey dick through his tight muzzle.

"Shit, he's been fucking this muzzle and it's still this tight?" the monkey growled. "What a lazy asshole... he just wants me to break in this little bitch..."

Tristan's ears fluttered. Break in? Him? He was sure he was broken already. Wasn't he?

The paw around his neck squeezed tighter, clenching his throat to the thick dick spearing him open. The other paw grabbed at his hips, and then the monkey demonstrated his power.

Tristan's whole belly flooded outwards, distending around the obscenely thick tip of the big muscular male's hard erection. The tiger's white stomach fur splayed, and remained rounded out even when the monkey drew his hips back or lifted the small feline upwards. Then it would come again, driving in deep and hard, stopping only when the cat's natural resistance and boundaries prevented the last foot or two from getting inside. Again and again Tristan watched the monkey's powerful abs rise and lower in front of him, driving him down to the base of the thickness a bit closer each time.

"Shit... really fucking tight... god damn... hffff..."

The big monkey's pecs swelled and his biceps tensed. Tristan's vision blurred as he felt the shaft slide in deep, hold there, then grind even deeper. His belly felt like it was on fire. His body screamed. His lungs were on the verge of bursting. But he wriggled and squirmed and kicked and gagged despite it all, trying to suck the big monkey's seed from him before he lost control completely.

With only the occasional gasp of air possible, Tristan lost all sense of time. There was only cock. Big, glorious, thick male cock penetrating him, filling his mouth, his throat, his belly, again and again. Pre-cum ran from the corners of his muzzle as his cock slapped back and forth between his belly and thighs. The paws on his ankles and hips forced him to remain straight up and down, increasing the ease with which the monkey's thick shaft could stretch out his growing belly.

"Almost there, slut... deep breath now... this is the big one!"

Tristan may have cum again, but he couldn't tell. His whole body was cumming. He couldn't stop the shivering, orgasmic shakes that made thinking impossible. There was only cock, muscle, seed... the only things Tristan wanted anymore. And the monkey had them in spades.

The hand around his neck shifted position. The fingers digging into his ankles tightened up. His whole body went taut as the monkey's arms heaved him down, rough and hard and uncompromising. There was no stopping it this time. Tristan's furry stomach swelled out, round and huge, adding several feet of distending tiger in the shape of the monkey's oversized maleness. His lips squeezed into the base, trapped against his wide hips, while the huge balls shoved into his upper chest.

But just taking the entire huge cock to the base in his muzzle wasn't enough. Tristan's whole body shook again as the fat stalk inside of his throat swelled, surging with pleasure and power, before the first blast of seed flooded the upside-down male.

Tristan's belly fattened, first rippling from the force of the shot before snapping back into a round shape that completely hid the shaft inside. The next gush added another foot of roundness, and before long the tiger's belly was big enough to slump down past his own head, smothering his face.

"Ooooh, fuuuuuck... damn, that's nice," the big male grunted. "Yeah, work that cock, slut... bet this is the biggest you've ever seen, huh? Shit, you look good stretched on it. Breedable as fuck."

Tristan gagged and grunted. Cum shot from both nostrils in streams, poured from his spread rumpcheeks. His throat gushed, squirting around the invading length despite how big it was. The internal pressure was too great, and there was still so much more thick, sticky, hot monkey jizz to come, if the swelling of the huge balls against his belly was any indication.

Instead, though, the big male dragged him off. His throat fountained once the tip popped free, flexing out with a similar gush that painted the ceiling. Tristan fell forward in the monkey's grip, rolling over the massive belly inflated below him. The rope-like tail squeezed around his chest and shoulders, locking him into place, before the monkey's huge shaft flopped across his backside.

"I like the look of you on all fours," he growled. "Looks like where you belong, kitty cat."

Tristan was still draining too much to say anything back, but if he could, he would have agreed, then begged for the huge cock sloppily grinding across his shoulder blades to go inside him. As if reading his mind, the big monkey's fingers curled around the tiger's hips and lined him up. The cat's overfilled belly wobbled as he gurgled around the flood of cum still drizzling from his throat. This was so much more than the panther... he couldn't do anything, though, not even push back against the tip. Fortunately, the muscular male was more than happy to do the heavy lifting.

Tristan's shoulder pulled backwards and his ears flattened as the head ground his hips apart, stretching him open impossibly wide. There wasn't any foreplay, just a hard thrust, then a pull back, then another hard thrust. The large blue paws wrapped around Tristan's round rump, holding him in place, as the monkey used him like a masturbation aid.

"Mmmff... oh, yeah... fuck... glad I fucked your muzzle first, huh? Got some lube for this tight... little... ass! Fuck, it's so hungry... I can feel you clenching, slut... bet you like how this feels, huh? Way bigger than that sissy panther, too, though I can tell he did his best to stretch you out for me."

Tristan's brain was currently focused too much on the aching pleasure surging up his spine every time the big male moved, so he wasn't really listening as the thickness surged inside of him, forcing another waterfall of spooge to erupt from his muzzle. There was only so much room inside the flexing, writhing feline, and again the huge shaft ground deeper. Just like his throat, the monkey opened him up relentlessly, ruthlessly hammering into him until his whole inflated body was off the floor and shaking back and forth madly. The blue fingers and arms squeezed around his belly, holding him up, as the hips behind hammered harder, faster, until he was wheezing and screaming and begging for more in between hiccups of spooge and jizz.

"Yeah, go ahead, make a racket, bitch... let the neighbors know how good it feels to fuck my cock!"

The big male's legs spread, giving his heavy, huge orbs a bit more swinging room as he adjusted his grip again. His arms put the small feline into a full nelson with his legs trapped behind the monkey's forearms, so that his exposed rump was utterly defenseless against the immense organ spearing from the monkey's hips.

Tristan's yowls rang out as his sloppy belly flapped up and down over the big male's fingers. His chest heaved and he came hard again and again, unable to stop the flood of delight from being so well used and so well filled. It was impossible, he thought, to feel so good, but when the big monkey's incredible thighs ground in against his soft rump cheeks, there was no denying reality. He was fully, completely fucked, through and through.

"Fuck, that's good... shit, I can get used to this..."

A big paw wrapped around Tristan's belly more firmly, then clutched and squeezed. The shuddering tiger's throat erupted with cum again as the big monkey found the bulge he was looking for inside.

"Oooh... yeah, that's fucking good... shit, I love jerking myself off with you sluts... so fuckin... fuckin... nnngggggggghhhhh! Tight!"

Tristan's muzzle drained more than his rump when, a moment later, he found himself suspended upside down. His fat belly wrapped over the huge forearm squeezing him into place as the huge hips kept pumping, this time using gravity to get that extra little bit of force when the big monkey bottomed out in the yowling, shuddering feline. Tristan's head bounced off the big male's pecs. With his eyes half-open, he groaned as he felt himself start to swing. The monkey's feet gripped tight around a bar bolted to the wall, lifting him off the ground with each flex of his mighty thighs, only to drop down into the tiger's heaving body. Rep after rep, the big male cranked out the reverse pull-ups like a professional, all while ensuring the ragdoll tiger couldn't stop cumming as he felt the fingers grinding across the thickness spreading him open right through his distended white stomach and chest fur. He squealed between releasing more seed as he flew up and down, back and forth. His legs straightened, sticking out like he was a cartoon every time the huge monkey bottomed out in him.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again already... good job, you hungry little slut... fuck... maybe I'll just keep you and tell the panther to screw himself... heh..."

The casual banter continued as the beefy monkey's hips pounded hard and fast, until the thick urethra built up to a rump-stretching degree. Slamming the small tiger down heavily, the monkey leaned forward, squeezing Tristan between his thighs and pecs. One big paw clenched against the small of the tiger's backside, holding the fat, sloshing feline belly against the rigid, iron abdominals of the primate. One of his huge legs swung down, leaving him hanging by just one foot, and wrapped around Tristan's hips, clutching and grinding him down hard as his last free paw grabbed the tiger's throat and pulled down as well.

"Mmmmmmhhhh, fuck, here it comes, bitch!"

"Annnnggrrrrggghhhhblblblblbl!"

Tristan's neck closed under the monkey's steel grip. The tiger's eyes bulged as his stomach bloated, but with his tight little rump stretched taut around the giant monkey's oversized fuckstick and his neck throttled, there was nowhere for the big load to go.

The tiger's white belly fur splayed. His pecs ballooned along with his belly and even his balls fatted up considerably as the monstrous flood of thick, potent monkey spooge was forced into every little crevice of his sagging, sloshing body. The grip on his neck relaxed and Tristan managed one good gasp before a flood of jizz welled up from deep in his stretched stomach, spraying out between his lips like a fountain as the big monkey's muscles finally began to relax.

"Ooooh, fuuuuuuuuck... you took that like a champ," the enormous male grunted. His biceps twitched as he stroked the tiger's hips down to the base a few more times, milking out the last few tremors of pleasure from his awesome orgasm. Gallons of seed poured steadily from Tristan's muzzle as he tipped backwards, hanging off the bigger's male's hips, arms limp towards the floor. The monkey spread a paw across the tiger's belly and then spread his fingers, watching as he compressed, sinking them into the stretched, balloon-like belly.

Tristan's throat was forced open and even more gallons of thick, warm monkey jizz leaked out until the tiger came all over again.

"Fuck, hope I didn't knock you up."

Tristan's tail twitched and he gasped for air between long, involuntarily drainings. The monkey's fat cock flexed, still hard and full, inside of his belly as he bounced along it.

"Well, that was pretty good for a round one, slut," the monkey grunted, shifting around and getting the tiger into a new position. "That panther said you'd be good for at least three before I needed to give you a break."

"Glurk!"

Several hours later, Tristan hung forward with his arms outstretched and held above his head. They were tied at the wrists with jump ropes to one of the racks of free weights. His huge belly flattened across the floor between his legs, wobbling and heavy as it pulled his back forward. It was nearly twice as big around as his hips. He kept twitching, shuddering and moaning, as aftershocks of pleasure caused additional orgasms, though his small cock was long since firing dry.

Nearby, the big monkey was back to his workout, steadily pumping iron on the bench press with his huge, half-hard cock still out and dripping.

"Yeah, there's nothing like a mid-workout fuck," the big male grunted as he racked the weight above him. "Phew! Don't worry, slut. Once I'm finished I'll really show you what I can do to that cute little ass of yours!"

The end