FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Topping the Muscle Stud

---

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fahen

Fahen should have realised that working at a rather sex-positive office was going to have very interesting consequences. Not that his mind should have been going there, to be fair, but things were as they were, in that regard. He wouldn't have taken it back for the world.

The Sergolf, a cross between a deer-wolf hybrid (his father) and a Sergal (his mother), was of a moderate height, lightly built with muscle that was defined and visible through his grey fur with more typical wolf-like markings. The shape of his muzzle still denoted more of his Sergal family history, in that regard, but his antlers often gave others pause, framing his brushed blue hair. Fahen, however, was usually quick to correct them if anyone got his species wrong, though it was not so much of a big deal to him.

Not when he had been approached by Charr, a higher up in his office, the leopard tall and thickly built, muscular, much more defined than Fahen was. It was impossible to see him as anything other than dominant and yet there was so much more to Charr, the leopard, than what Fahen had given him credit for.

It had happened quickly, that day, Fahen just sneaking an appreciative glance of Charr out the corner of his eye, not expecting anything more from passing through the cubicle farm and the offices. But the next thing he knew was that Charr had him pinned, stopping him dead in his tracks with his arm against the wall, the leopard's other muscular arm blocking Fahen in on the other side.

Pinned. Trapped. Fahen's heart leapt, need tightening in his pants, though his boxer briefs, what he had chosen to wear that day, at least kept things mostly under control there.

"S-sir," he stammered, glancing back, not sure if anyone had seen. "What d-do you want?"

It wasn't like the Sergolf to fumble with his words, not really, but who wouldn't in such a situation? Even thinking back on what had happened that day had Fahen growling softly, the tightening in his loins rising all over again, the sort of thing that could not so easily be pinned down. Charr had leaned in over him, blocking the Sergolf's escape, all towering muscle, which Fahen could very easily see even through the leopard's shirt, tie hopelessly small on such a broad chest.

The leopard did not say anything for several, long moments, the sounds of the office in the background, though Fahen could not hold his breath forever. Gulping, Fahen tried his best not to squirm, but the subtle shift of his lips still brought the hint of a smirk to Charr's face, whiskers twitching faintly. With the sounds of the office in the background, photocopiers beeping, a printer spilling out a ream of paper, chatter down the corridor around the coffee machine, it was a normal day for the rest of the office. But not for Fahen. Not for Charr.

Pressing in closer, his chest brushed Fahen's, the Sergolf's snout touching the centre of his chest. Fahen had not even realised that his legs had buckled.

"I have a proposition for you, Fahen," Charr growled softly, though there was still a rough, coarse edge to his tone, as if there was something to his voice that could only come when placed there by age alone. "You are with my son, Tobias... Toby."

Fahen gulped.

"Yes, sir, but..."

"There's no need for you to speak."

Damn, the leopard's natural dominance was intoxicating and, so close to him with his arms raised, Fahen could smell him too. The natural musk of the leopard, how it seeped faintly from his underarms, the kind of intoxicating pull that made him hungrily want to step in even closer to the leopard, even to shove his face hungrily into Charr's pit and lick and sniff, to take all of it in. It was very much a thought that he should not have been having in the corridor at work, but, well, the ship had well and truly sailed on politeness and anything that HR in any other company would have been horrified by. As long as things were consenting there and didn't impact their work, it was hardly an issue, however.

His heart pounded, a driving beat caught by his ears.

When Fahen was silent, obedient, Charr continued, tail flicking back and forth, the only outward sign of his need. In time, Fahen would come to learn those little signs.

"Now..." Charr growled, his voice dropping another octave. "I believe it is time you joined me in the bedroom also. Your relationship with Toby has not gone far... My son does not mind...sharing."

That last word was said with a purr that sent a shiver down Fahen's spine. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Ah, but all was to be revealed in time, of course...

"I want you to myself."

Fahen could not help but moan, the dominant leopard pressing in closer, though the Sergolf could never have anticipated just how Charr wanted him. It was true - his relationship with Tobias was not all that deep, just them getting to know one another a little, mostly only Toby frotting Fahen while letting Fahen feel up his arms, the thick muscle of them, when it came to the bedroom. But how Charr knew that could only have come from Toby's lips and, truthfully, that excited Fahen more than it should have.

He would talk to Toby first, yes, about it all, but there was only one answer he could give. Even when Charr revealed that it was topping, something different, that he wanted instead, Fahen nervously stammering that he had never topped anyone before, not like that. That, of course, was of no problem to the leopard.

He could train a top. And that was just as he wanted, Fahen following Charr's knowing look to the side, to his son, who also worked in the same office. Toby grinned, nodding, a coffee cup in his paw, though it did not look like he had any intention of bringing it to his lips, the younger leopard's tail swishing back and forth.

"Then I will have you top my son," Charr growled. "And I will watch your performance... You will be a top who can please me."

And Fahen wanted that too.

Yet, even Fahen had to come back to reality.

Fahen blinked, not realising that he had drifted. For he was not actually in the corridor when Charr had proposed the scenario that he was in, right at that very moment, but on the bed with Toby - on Toby's father's bed. On his knees, every part of his body that mattered to the leopards was on show, including his anal ring and, of course, his thick, round bubble butt, kneeling with his back to the headboard. He'd been praised for that butt on many occasions, yet never had Fahen felt as on show and exposed as he was right then, squirming in place while Toby sprawled beside him

What made that moment different, of course, from the times that he and Toby had experimented and explored one another's bodies, lightly, of course, was that Charr was there, naked with them, the Sergolf surrounded by so much raw muscle that he hardly knew what to do with himself. Swallowing hard, he looked down the length of the bed to where Charr sat in his underwear, eyes fixed on him, an imposing, dominating presence without the leopard even actually saying anything at all.

Fahen groaned. It felt like his attention should have been on Toby, but he didn't know where his hungry eyes should go, travelling over Charr, again and again, the lines of muscle, the thick round of it in his shoulders, how the power of him simply oozed through. To have the chance to top a leopard like that, well... He'd never even thought that he could get lucky with Charr at all, despite his initial attraction!

"Keep your focus," Charr reprimanded him, a leopard of few words, though Fahen shuddered even then, wanting to obey, wanting to please him. "You should not have your attention anywhere else, Fahen."

He spoke sternly, though the Sergolf's eyes were on his bulge, the thickness of his shaft showing through the front pouch of his underwear. It formed a delicious swell that Fahen ached to lick, to feel, though there was so much about the leopard - both, in fact - to adore, practically drooling with barely contained lust for them.

His body throbbed.

"A real man," Charr went on, "should know how to properly rim a bottom partner. You shall be trained. On all fours."

It came as a command and Fahen hastened to obey, scrambling up onto all fours, Toby slipping down to take his position on his back, legs spread, hooking up towards his chest. The leopard purred lazily as Fahen parted his legs, though Toby rocked up to meet him with a hard length as the Sergolf spread his cheeks.

It was crude, but the Sergolf did, at least, understand some sex, even if it had been a little while since he had rimmed anyone. Following instinct, he spat crudely onto Toby's tail hole, lubing it up a little with his saliva, his head lowering a moment later, even if there was a moment of hesitation there.

He wanted to do a good job, to please, to be a good top. There was a sense of serving in it too, but he wanted to sink his cock into a tight tail hole, leaning ravenously into that side of the play as if it was all he could think about. The leopard's hole, of course, was clean and fresh and Fahen lavished attention on it, swirling his tongue around and around the tight ring of muscle, slickening it up, following what he thought was the right thing to do. The light musk of Toby was enticing too, helping him on until the leopard's tail hole gleamed with spit.

Charr rumbled.

"Use your tongue, more, deeper..."

His lips had been softly in play there too, as if he was kissing Toby's hole, his leopard boyfriend - were they even that anymore? He didn't know - but he worked his tongue in more. He had to do it, wanting to be trained, to be taught, though he languished in the moment too, letting every sensation sink into him as if he was trying, in a sense, to memorise the experience.

He wanted that, didn't want to come back to reality in any way, not when he could delve deeper and deeper, his tongue wriggling wetly into the leopard's anal ring, into his backside. The heat of it was incredible, though he still had quite a long tongue to play with, something that his mixed species heritage very easily brought into play.

"Ohhhh..."

Ah, Toby moaning. Yes, he liked that sound very much, but he had to keep working his wet tongue deeper, practically French kissing the leopard's anal ring, getting more into it than he'd ever thought he could.

"Ooff... Fuck..."

Mmm, he liked when he made his partners swear, when they lost control of themselves that the rougher, more masculine side came through too. The scent of male musk hung heavily in the air, though he wished he could get more of it, even though he yearned for more, so much more.

His wriggling, untrained tongue must have found Toby's prostate, though he would have to learn that by feel, in time, and Toby grunted thickly, holding onto his spread legs as he rocked up from the bed.

"Unff!"

Charr's eyes gleamed.

"That's right," he said, as if he was a father really encouraging his son on a new job or task. "Use more tongue, work him up. There is to be no slacking. None."

How Charr could be on the bottom of anything when he spoke like that, bending Fahen to his will and making him quiver as if he was going to lose control of himself right there and then, was beyond Fahen. But the Sergolf was more than glad to just get a chance at things, in his element, surrounded by hot guys that he wanted to fuck, to be fucked by, though he was flexible and willing to do whatever it was that they wanted to do to please them. He could even find a more dominant edge in himself too, bit by bit, he was sure, if he was careful, if he leaned as needily into it as he had attacked everything else.

"Use this, on your cock, on his hole. Plenty of it."

Charr pressed a tube of lube into Fahen's paw and the Sergolf took it eagerly. His cock ached and throbbed, though he knew quite clearly what he was to do from that point, even if he had less experience. Fahen simply couldn't wipe the smile off his face and neither did he have to, getting into it more and more as he spread a slick pawful of lubricant over his hand, over his cock, even pouring it directly onto Toby's hole. That seemed like a more efficient way, to him at least, of getting it onto Toby's hole, though he was not the kind, personally, that very often needed lube. If one went slowly, as he had learned while bottoming to partners, there was no need for it. Still, lube helped things along, easing the slide of a thick member into a wanton, desperate hole.

If Charr wanted lube on Toby and himself, that was most certainly what the leopard was going to get.

He worked a finger into the leopard, testing his readiness, though Charr shook his head, a frown on his lips.

"No, your cock. Hilt yourself."

The short commands were really getting to Fahen and he could only obey, letting out a short, lustful growl as he got into position. On his knees, it was not quite right if he knelt up too high over the leopard, but it was better if he allowed himself to fold lightly over the leopard, his cock nudging wetly, slickly, up against Tobias' lubricated tail hole.

He had not done that before - well, maybe once a long time ago but that had been more in the name of trying out new things in sex than anything else, not really topping - and yet he pushed in. All because Charr's eyes were on him, the older leopard taking charge, even though he was the one that was to be on the bottom, in the end.

In the heat of the moment, all thoughts of how that was to pan out were swept from Fahen's mind, no longer knowing, no longer caring, panting and grunting heavily as he pushed into the leopard's backside. Charr had said, of course, that he was not to hold back - and, so, he did not do so. He hilted the full length of his cock into Toby's tail hole as the leopard let out a very feline yowl, arching and bucking up against him, passion twisting. And yet that passion and desire were not just between them, but Charr too, something more there in the father-son relationship than even Fahen could yet grasp.

Maybe that would all come through in time, Charr rumbling a pleased growl.

"Harder. Rut him."

He guided with his gaze and Fahen shivered at the raw heat of it burning into his back, trying to focus on Toby, trying to do all that Charr wanted, at the same time. It felt as if his attention was being pulled all over the place in contrasting and conflicting directions, and yet he knew what he was to do either way, where he had to be.

Finding the rhythm of his body was one thing, grunting, thrusting, grinding, powering in with stroke after stroke, feeling how Toby tightened around him. Fuck, the leopard had a nice backside! He couldn't believe that they hadn't fucked each other like that so far, yet maybe the moment that had come right then and there was the one that made it even more perfect. Fahen was not to say, but, frankly, he didn't have it in himself to care, not as he took on the persona of the dom that he wanted to try out being and growled, his long, thin tail with a thick, fluffy tip of blue fur swiping back and forth.

"You can go harder than that," Charr said, though the words came with a touch of encouragement too, Fahen's heart pounding harder than he ever believed was possible in sex. "Here..."

Although Charr remained with his underwear on for the moment, there was still Toby's underwear and Fahen's too within easy reach on the bed. Fahen caught Charr's smirk as the leopard bundled them up in his paw, the thick smell of male musk, sweat and pre-cum lingering, though it was more potent when Charr grabbed the back of his head. Without being asked what he wanted, his nose was thrust into those dirty, fragrant pairs of underwear, the Sergolf letting out a long, needy moan.

"Your hips are too high," Charr growled, criticising and helping Fahen to adjust the angle. "Here... Go lower. Lean forward more. Let him support you. You will never hit his prostate if you fuck him like that."

Fahen tried to listen, he really did, but it was more and more difficult with musk and the aroma of Toby's underwear especially in his system. He would have rather had his nose crushed up to Charr's bulge, but with the leopard's paw on the underwear and the back of his head, keeping him there whenever he was not adjusting Fahen's position and prodding him to fuck harder, faster, he could not move. He could not even see the leopard's bulge, sure that it was hard and swollen, probably leaking pre-cum through his underwear too and staining the front.

"Harder. Long, deep strokes, use the full length of your cock."

It was as if, in a way, Toby wasn't there at all, though the leopard surely reaped the spoils of the encounter. Fahen was simply so fixed on the older, more dominant leopard, even if that dominance, in a way, was something that Charr sought to give up. Even if he was on the bottom, however, it was sure that he was the one, ultimately, who would hold the cards.

"This is to be pleasurable for both," Charr growled, putting special emphasis on the word. "Not only one. That's for you to remember, when you're topping. You're in charge of the pleasure of both and that cannot be forgotten."

Charr adjusted his position a little, his thickly muscled arm moving out of the way just enough so that Fahen could see his bulge, the obvious hardness of his cock showing through. He was needy, so needy, and yet he didn't take what he wanted, not while he was so busy and engaged in training a top to please him.

Fahen focused on him, thrust after thrust, the shuddering impact of his hips against Toby's thighs and buttocks rocking through him. Every thrust came with all the power he sought to give to the leopard, a hard smack of contact in two bodies coming together, though he was focused on Charr, always on Charr. His words rolled through him, helping him fuck Toby harder, faster, to hold himself back, though it was a wonder indeed that he was able to hold back and not spill his load.

Especially with all that musk in his nose, breathing in deeply, despite his body naturally wanting to snatch in breath in short, sharp gasps. It was that focus that did it for him, thrusting over Toby's prostate with every stroke of his thick spire until the leopard howled and thrashed on the bed, his short claws digging into his own yellow and black fur as he held his legs up. Even then, Fahen's attention had not been on the leopard's cock, though he was still dimly proud of making him cum without even touching his dick, a huge load of thick cream spurting messily over Toby's stomach.

He slowed, drawn there by Charr as the leopard tossed the musky underwear aside. Holding back the urge to whine, the Sergolf tried not to tremble too badly.

"Hm..." Charr brushed off the fur of his arm with the precision of a feline. "Good, for the first time. But losing your focus is never something to do, not when you are topping."

Fahen blushed, though he was unsure if any more heat could rise to his cheeks, late afternoon sunshine filtering into Charr's bedroom while the sheets remained rumpled until them. Although the lines of the sheets pressed into his knees, he didn't think anyone would be stopping to smooth them out, musk tickling at his nostrils, practically forcing him to take another deep, infatuated breath.

"Mmmm..."

Charr eyed him up like a fresh piece of meat to be devoured. It was a look that Fahen did not mind one bit, slowly but surely growing in small drops of confidence. But that was exactly what Charr was there to impart to him.

"The two of you - off the bed."

Although he had only just cum, Toby obeyed without question, enjoying the show and the view, his paw lazily trailing over Fahen's cock. The Sergolf shuddered but did nothing otherwise, his eyes locked onto the leopard while he and Toby stood at the foot of the bed. Toby stepped a little behind Fahen as Charr slid off his underwear, revealing his hard, muscled buns, not an inch of spare fat on him, not even a muscle gut. Maybe that was something that the older leopard would boast in years to cum, though he was drop-dead sexy exactly as he was and that was not something that anyone would ever be able to refute.

Charr showed Fahen how to do it, on his knees on the bed, his lips parting widely. He didn't even tell Fahen what he had in mind as he took his cock deep into his mouth, swallowing the Sergolf hole.

"Ahhh..."

Fahen heaved, heat prickling across his skin, tail lashing back and forth, though he did settle for curling it around Charr's arm. Charr wanted him to top, after all, and that was a touch of confidence he could take, one more small step. The leopard sucked like a pro and Fahen wondered dimly, as his raspy but not painful feline tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, just how many cocks Charr had sucked in his life.

"Fuck his face," Toby said, taking over the instruction, though not with the overpowering control of his father. "Hard. As hard as you want - he's an excellent cock sucker."

Fahen smirked, tilting his head.

"Well, I'm sure you would know..."

He did so, though it would not take him long to finish, not after just being balls-deep in Toby's sweet arse. He fucked Charr's face as if he was trying to prove something, crushing the leopard's nose lightly into his crotch with every thrust. The leopard did all he could to suck him through that, cheeks lightly hollowing, whiskers quivering, but, ultimately, it was down to the Sergolf to take him as he pleased, hammering in hard and fast, thrust after thrust grinding over Charr's tongue.

"Unff... Fuck!"

The Sergolf could not stop himself from cursing as he climaxed, filling the leopard's mouth with cum, a lewd splash that Charr gulped down instantly. The older leopard was well-practised in not allowing a single drop to go to waste and Fahen shuddered bodily, tail tightening around the leopard's upper arm. Damn, that was hot, all in a way that he had never considered before.

The leopard pulled back only to allow the final spurts of cum, for Fahen had had plenty stored up in his nuts for Charr to take, to splash over his face, marking his cheeks, his muzzle, even a rope going up between his eyes. It threatened to drip into one, but the leopard didn't allow it to, his pink tongue washing out to clean his muzzle, looking up at Fahen with a feral hunger in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact with a panting Fahen, he twisted around to lie on his back on the bed, his cock throbbing, inviting the Sergolf in.

"Now... Repeat what you just did with my son, on me," he purred, softening a little, though it was clear that the leopard with his own thick, hard length of meat aching for attention was anticipating his own pleasure too. "Show me what you have learned."

Fahen was only too eager to oblige, head spinning with orgasm, the afterglow upon him. It would, hopefully, give him enough time to recover, diving down to Charr's tail hole while the leopard raised his legs for him, on his back to expose his tight hole to Fahen.

The Sergolf did not hold back that time, letting his cock recover, even though it was half-hard, running his tongue around the leopard's delicious hole as he rimmed him. The musk was even stronger down there as he grunted and pressed on, need shuddering through him, aching for more, always more. It was as if he was of a single mind and one track only as he rimmed the leopard, letting Charr's grunts and groans fuel him on. Even if the leopard was not currently giving him any orders, he could take his cues from the cries of the leopard, his body telling him what to do even if Charr's lips were not.

Toby ducked down behind Fahen, rimming his backside as Fahen rimmed Charr, a chain of them all pleasing one another and taking their own kind of bottoming pleasure from the experience too. Topping and bottoming, in that sense, could be exchanged from one to the other and back again, ensuring that all had something that pleased them, though Fahen was too wrapped up in swirling his tongue around into Charr's tail hole to care about that. No, all he cared about was that he had Charr just as he wanted to be, tongue sliding deeper, tongue-fucking him back and forth while the leopard grunted and quivered so very deliciously.

"Unff..."

The growls that Charr gave led Fahen more than down the right path, even though he wanted to grind back onto Toby's delightful tongue and muzzle too. Fahen shivered, tail looping loosely over Toby's shoulders. He'd not known either that Toby was that good with his tongue, his cock plumping up slowly, recovering, even though Fahen still thought he would be too sensitive to fuck.

He would have his chance to fuck Charr, however, as soon as the leopard deemed him worthy of it. Toby licked his lips off, though Fahen was not yet down as he pressed his tongue deeper, curling it up inside the leopard until Charr twisted and rocked, his toes curling with a feral yowl.

Oh, yes... Fahen thought dimly. Yes, he wanted to make the leopard cry out like that again and again, playing his body with his tongue as if Charr had suddenly become an instrument. A muscled, musky instrument, but still one, one that he could bring such wonderful sounds from. His tongue wriggled deeply, swirling around the outer edges of the leopard's tail hole, though he did not stall or slow, pushing around and around, forcing Charr to lustfully bear through it all. Toby's tongue lapping up inside his tail hole was distracting, but, as Charr had said, he could not allow his focus to be disrupted, no, not at all, not when he had the leopard before him, practically begging his delicious attention...

Maybe that was what Charr had wanted all along, the position he had wanted to be in. It was harder and harder for even Fahen to think as his head swirled with lust, groaning as he leaned heavily into the other fur, holding onto his legs to spread them even wider, eagerly bearing them back as he plundered the leopard's musky hole. Despite being fresh and clean, there was an inherent scent there that had him lapping deeper and deeper, the leopard's cock throbbing, all until Fahen's was back to full hardness, aching for that devout attention.

Toby made the first move, standing to tease the tip of his cock against Fahen's tail hole, the Sergolf flicking his tail up willingly for him. It was a new position for them and Fahen gasped as his backside was filled.

"Oof!"

He wasn't used to someone as big as Toby, but took it regardless, rolling his head from side to side, even as his tongue hung out in delirious pleasure. He focused on Charr's anal ring, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nerve-endings, seeking to drive him wild, even as Toby pumped him full.

Stroke after stroke of leopard dick filled the Sergolf's backside as Charr lifted his head, his own tail snaking back and forth across the bed, promising more.

"Mmm, I see my son's getting you ready to take my cock," he grunted, though his attention had wavered. "You'll need it..."

And Fahen could see just why, that cock thicker and longer too than Toby's a monster of a cock if Fahen had ever seen one. The Sergolf, however, was not dissuaded in the slightest, not as he followed the lure of Charr's eyes, taking that next step while his shaft ached and throbbed, eyeing up the leopard's hard, muscular body. Just how much time did the leopard have to spend to get himself looking that ripped? It was a feast for the eyes and, as the Sergolf moved over Charr, he could not resist running his hands over Charr's muscles, from his pecs, his shoulders, down over his abs. No part of him was to go untouched.

Not as he followed the lead that had been set as Toby fucked him, his own cock pressing urgently against Charr's tail hole. There was no thinking then, not when his concentration was so rapt, warm all over as his tail lifted, flicking back against Toby. Just as he had been shown, he thrust smoothly, spearing into Charr with a single stroke of his cock and going balls-deep, even though he had to grind his hips a little to get the last sliver of his cock in. For that was what he had to do to top - at least when it came to Charr. And everything that he had learned with the two leopards so far had to do with pleasing them, topping them and them alone.

Maybe he would get a chance too with Tobias...though he only had eyes for Charr then, even as his tail hole clenched around Tobias' thick length. He ran his eyes hungrily over the leopard's body as if he was taking him all in for the first time, though Charr grunted, controlling him from the bottom even then as his long, careful strokes paced out.

"Feel my legs too, my glutes, all of me," he hissed, passion in his eyes. "Worship my muscles! I am not made of China!"

Oh, that was very much something that Fahen was more than willing to do without being told, but he made sure to do it just as Charr wanted, the tightness of the leopard's arse around his cock more divine than he could ever have imagined. Every stroke brought a wave of pleasure with it as he worshipped the leopard's arms, squeezing his biceps, triceps, his shoulders, his pecs, moaning aloud all the while.

"Ohhh, oh, fuck..."

His thighs were like tree trunks, so thick, so powerful, pressing on either side of Fahen as he fucked the leopard, slowly but surely getting into the rhythm of it. One quick first stroke had been one thing but he had to keep it up, had to put into practise what he had been shown, what he wanted to do. It was a new experience to him, but Fahen was by no means averse to it - he'd only needed a little direction. And having that old guidance and wisdom, well... It had clearly done wonders for him.

He couldn't be expected to know everything straight away, after all...

He thrust, testing the speed, the depth of his strokes, though that was not all that difficult. Even if he thrust too hard and shook the leopard on the bed with the force of a thrust, Charr only moaned, grunting deep in the back of his throat. He seemed to cry out wildly, without care for the sounds he was making, though Fahen reckoned that was because the leopard was completely and utterly at ease with his position. He knew what he wanted and took it, or asked for it - he only had quite particular tastes about how everything was to go down. No, he was no weak-willed partner by any means that would let him get away (not that Fahen would knowingly do so) with fucking him to Fahen's pleasure only and leaving him there, a weak orgasm that wasn't really worth anything sputtering from him.

No, a good top took care of his partner, ploughing in with long, powerful strokes, taking everything from them, lusting as much as they took the lust. Pleasure went both ways, after all, and that was something that Fahen was very much eager to learn from Charr. With him, he would be a better partner in bed than ever.

Every stroke of his shaft deeply into Charr's backside had the leopard's tail flicking back and forth more and more fervently, as if he couldn't control himself - though a part of Fahen wanted him to lose that control too. Even as he ran his hands over the leopard's abs, shuddering in pleasure, his paws more confidently wandered higher, feeling up the leopard's muscular, divine body.

Every stroke came more easily, pressing further and further over Charr as Toby fucked him too, his cock deep, helping him fuck his father even harder, as if they were in it together with every thrust and every grind. The feel of the leopard squeezed up behind him would have been enough for Fahen to lose his concentration - but that was before. In that moment, Charr held all his attention as he drooled over the sight of Charr flexing his arms, letting his biceps bulge while Fahen pressed even further over him, closer to his face.

A tilt of the leopard's head was all it took for him to expose his neck and Fahen hungrily took it into his jaws. He had quite sharp teeth, as a Sergolf, though he had never honestly bitten someone - not like that. That was a mating bite, a bite that cut through fur and flesh, Charr letting out a lusty growl.

"Rrrrggghhhh!"

Oh, yes, he wanted Charr to make that sound again, the Sergolf's tail flicking urgently back against Toby, his backside aching, though he knew he could take more than what even Tobias was giving to him. He nipped and suckled over the spot where he had bitten, though there was only a spot of blood, the flesh in the wake of the bite even more sensitive than it had been before.

Charr's chest shuddered with every breath he raked into his lungs, as if the air itself should have been rushing there simply to soothe his need to breathe, though the Sergolf slowly but surely got into the groove of things. In the end, topping was not all that difficult, taking pleasure and delivering it too, learning how to be an active partner, despite the ache in his glutes. He wasn't quite fit enough for such activities, but that was not something that he was going to voice right then.

Charr's arms though... They were too enticing as they were, flexed to either side of the leopard's head. He leaned over him with a growl that surprised even him, but everything that he could think up was fair game there, pinning Charr's arms up even higher over his head.

"Mmm..."

His nose, however, did not push up over Charr's head and arms - no. No, he had a sweeter, muskier goal in mind, releasing that thick, musky aroma from under his arms, the sweatiness of it, the crispness of physical exertion lingering in the air. There was something oaken in it, something earthy, though Fahen did not honestly care what the notes of the scent were, as long as he had his face shoved into it.

Charr rumbled as Fahen pressed his face into the leopard's underarms, his body still rocking with every one of his thrusts. The Sergolf took full advantage of the situation to lap up his musk without Charr even forcing him there, for it was something that Fahen really wanted too: just another positive point for him in Charr's book, at least. Not that he was aware of that, too caught up in the moment, raking his gaze lustfully over those muscles, how they flexed and pulled, though his range of vision was more limited where he was crushed longingly into the leopard's underarm. Licking and sniffing, taking deep whiffs of that rich aroma, there was nowhere else, quite honestly, that he would rather be.

"Mmm... Your fur feels good...unff...rubbing over my cock," Charr teased him, tail flicking as he sought to rile up the Sergolf even more, those driving, pounding thrusts into his tail hole increasing in tempo. "It would feel so good, so hot, to fill your throat with my cock. That tongue surely could do wonderful things."

"Can you feel it?" Charr hissed, Fahen shuddering above him, his shaky grasp on what control he had sought faltering. "How thick my cock is, pushing down your throat, crushing even your tongue out of the way..."

Willingly, Fahen moaned, nuzzling and pushing even harder into the leopard's underarms. Oh, yes, he could, he could feel it, imagining his muzzle being forced to hang open from the sheer, raw size of Charr's dick. It was not the sort of dirty talk that he had expected, but it still hit all the right strokes for him.

"Mm... You should be pushed between my legs, back in the office," Charr snarled lustfully, caught up too, the dirty talk pouring naturally from his tongue as if it came easily to him. "Sucking my cock, letting it push down into the back of your throat, down your throat. No good cock sucker should have any kind of gag reflex."

Fahen moaned, nodding, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. After all, he was the one still driven deep into the leopard's arse, ploughing him full with savage, full thrusts that speared the fat length of his meat as deep as it could go. He was not too submissive, not then, growling, lapping under the leopard's arm, though the tease of that cock grinding over his tongue, how people might know that he was down on his knees, sucking Charr's cock, in the office or not. Maybe he would know that they knew or maybe it would never come out at all. The risk of it and the exhibitionism aspect of it appealed to him more than he had admitted to himself before.

The rich musk filled his senses, swirling through his mind, panting heavily, though he was unsure, at that moment, for just how much longer he could keep fucking, could keep thrusting. He had to cum, the need rising inside him, though he had only just cum when Charr had sucked down his cum. A little of his cream still lingered across the leopard's forehead, a dirty mark that Charr so very boldly took for his own, as if it was every bit his right to.

"I want to be bent over that desk after a long, hard meeting," Charr hissed, tail lashing, demand lacing every growl, eyes burning into Fahen with fierce intensity. "Fucked hard, fucked deep... Like I showed you... Bent over with my back covered in spattered ropes of Sergolf cum..."

Fahen groaned, head spinning. Getting his cock sucked, fucking Charr, maybe even getting fucked too... But it would be full of new experiences and learning for him, licking his lips salaciously, bearing back against Toby. The thrusts were hard to contain, disrupting the flow of his, though Fahen was more than eagerly looking forward to the time when he would be able to thrust of his own free will. There was so much more to explore than he had realised, even in the most basic of things.

He grunted and pushed on, torn between grinding back onto Toby's cock and powering into Charr, though he could draw back a little, letting Charr's dirty talk and lurid fantasies pour over him. So many things for the Sergolf to think about, panting, his chest heaving, the physical exertion getting the best of him. The tightness around his cock was simply exquisite and, frankly, it seemed like his time in the office too, if what Charr was saying was true. Knowing what he did of Charr and the office, it was all very much something that could take place there.

He inhaled deeply, nuzzling into Charr's underarm, though his hands wanted to roam again, to worship the leopard's muscles, from his shoulders down to his calves, every part of him lusted for. Yet he could not shove his face willingly into the leopard's underarm while holding his arms down and running his paws all over him, needing his paws for either one thing or the other.

Though he could roll his hips, panting, letting delicious sensation pulse through him, taking everything in. From the throb of his cock inside Charr's tail hole to the rock of Toby against his backside, ploughing him harder and more roughly with every stroke, he committed everything to memory, though he still thought he was incredibly lucky to be able to fuck Charr, to have someone that he had well and truly thought would be out of his league.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck!"

Fahen, unfortunately, was not quite as eloquent or as well-spoken as Charr in the throes of passion, grinding in harder and faster, his fur rubbing over the leopard's hard length with every stroke of his own. It pressed up against his stomach as he fucked Charr for all he was worth, the hard smack of his hips on Charr's buttocks and thighs rising to fill the room, a sound that even surpassed their moans. Male musk swirled around them, passionate and thick, something that went far beyond mere male sweat, but was an intrinsic part of who they were.

He shook his head, but he couldn't think straight, not as Charr growled, on the edge of climax. All it would take was a few more grinding stabs of his cock into the leopard to finish him off - and as Charr's top of the moment, he needed that desperately, pushing in, over and over again. He needed to please him, to show Charr that he had learned from his training, though holding back while his cock ached so terribly, balls churning with raw lust.

He couldn't quite hold it, losing himself as Toby ground into his prostate particularly roughly, losing control completely as he grunted and twisted his head back and forth, spending thick ropes of seed into the leopard's anal passage. He didn't know how much he filled Charr with, but it didn't matter in a moment like that, not with the tightness in his loins reaching its peak, worshipping the leopard with his eyes alone, taking in everything about him, over and over again.

Thankfully for him, a moment after the first spurt had soaked into Charr's backside, the leopard joined him in bliss. The leopard roared, lips parting, showing his fangs, exploding in orgasm. There was no other way to describe it, not as his cock throbbed and ached, pulsating with need, spilling a hot, creamy load over his own stomach. It soaked into both the leopard's fur and Fahen's belly fur, though the Sergolf did not even pause in his rough, powerful thrusts, grinding in with panting determination. Though his cock softened, he was at least proud that he had been able to get Fahen off, staring down at the leopard with an almost dreamy look in his eye. The leopard was so much like a muscled, chiselled Greek god that, sometimes, it was impossible for him to look anywhere else.

However, there was one problem as Charr growled, licking his lips, though there was still a disparaging gleam in his eye.

"You should never finish before your bottom, before me," he growled. "Clean me off. With your tongue."

He was specific about it too, though Toby still had not yet finished. Obediently, for it was still Charr that he served, even if he had been topping him, he pulled out, his cock half soft but sure to harden up again if that was what Charr required of him. It was an honour to be squeezed between the leopard's muscular legs as he lapped over his cock, which somehow remained hard even after an orgasm like that, though the leopard didn't seem to need as much time to recover as them. That was rather impressive, especially considering his age, but perhaps it was the leopard's greater experience that kept him harder for longer too.

The Sergolf's tongue ran over Charr's cock, cleaning him off slowly, with long strokes of his tongue. His musky nuts got a tongue bath too, though it was the shaft that Charr had ordered him to clean off, so that was where he focused his attention, along with ensuring that not a single drop of cum got the chance to dry in the leopard's fur. His own cock hung softly before him, though he didn't need to use it again that night, the sun having fallen late in the day, at a time of year where the days were long.

Toby grunted, still fucking him as he did Charr's bidding, though the younger leopard appeared to be even more obliging than Fahen had realised. Maybe Charr coming there with them, a spice to their sex life, was just what they needed to really get the fun they wanted with each other...

Toby huffed, leaning heavily over him as he blew his load too, splattering spurt after spurt of cum into Fahen's backside. The Sergolf smiled. That was just what he needed right in that moment, his tail flicking back against Toby in soft companionship, though the sleepy heaviness of the afterglow was already upon him.

Toby, however, did not seem to want to stay there that night, re-dressing when they were done, though he did share a quick nuzzle with Fahen. There was companionship there between them, though the musky need of lust, well...that was more appealing to all of them together. And, if it suited, there was no need to worry at all about anything else.

Charr, however, was not about to let Fahen go that quickly. He grunted when he was grabbed, though it quickly turned into a tired laugh as the leopard dragged him straight into his bed as if there was no question about where he was to spend the night. And that was something that Fahen was very keen to go along with.

One night, after all, had done wonders for him in topping, even if he was not naturally dominant. But he didn't have to be dominant to top, not when he got to press into his kinks, licking his lips in mere memory of how it had felt and smelt to have his nose luxuriously buried in the leopard's armpit. If he was fortunate, Charr would let him do that again the next day.

But that was up to Charr, not him, as the leopard pulled him under the sheets to sleep against his chest. For Fahen, it was the perfect position to rest.

And, still, there would be more to come for all three of them...