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It was almost midnight, and not even the yellow light of the street lamps could get through the blinds that darkened the apartment.

On the hanger by the main door rested two coats that still smelled of cologne and perfume. A short distance away, on the dinner table, leftovers from the dinner were already cold on the two white plates. Nearby, a wine-stained shirt laid on the floor, right outside the bedroom door, from which loud moans filled the otherwise quiet calm of the night, accompanied by wet slaps and the rustle of pillows and blankets.

Even as he was slowly nearing his fifties, the lion had no problem keeping up with the stamina and the libido of his almost twenty years younger girlfriend. As one would expect given his profession, the lifestyle of a university team's coach and a PE teacher forced him to keep up a healthy diet and good workout regime. And while his muscles may not have been as defined now as they were during his own college years, he still had a body that many young men would have been proud of. All the while most of his friends and colleagues grew ever more fat and mellow with every passing year.

James held the doe's hips firmly as he thrusted deep into her warm entrance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as she laid on her back with her head buried in the pillows, biting her lower lip to muffle the screams of pleasure. Kate was a beast in bed and despite her petite appearance and the putty attitude that she usually showed in public, in private she was rebellious, adventurous and had quite the temperament.

"Oh yeah! Give it to me, baby!" she cried out as the lion picked up the pace of his relentless assault.

Today was their first anniversary and he was still in disbelief at his luck, to be dating such a catch. Some of his friends shaked their heads at his need for such a "trophy wife" as they called her. But the way James saw it, he was at the height of his prime, and he was greedy for all the good things in life. He always studied hard in school and worked hard in his job, and so he felt he deserved what he desired. He earned it.

Obviously Kate's parents and friends were not all that happy about her dating a divorced man that was nearly twice her age, and a lion on top of that. And truth be told, he suspected that she chose to date a man like him precisely to spite her parents. Not that he cared, everyone looks for something in their partner, and if she spreads her legs for him to make her daddy squirm, well, all the better for him at the end of the day.

"Tell me how much you want it, you slut!" James growled and moved his right arm from her waist to grab and fondle her breast, before softly grasping her throat, the way she liked it, all the while never slowing down the ruthless pounding. 'The little freak...' he thought.

"I want it bad, daddy! Please, I want it!" She moaned out, while looking him right in the eyes. Oh god, those blue eyes, and the way she moaned in anticipation were simply too much for him. The big cat quickly pulled all eight inches of his meat out of her welcoming pussy and hurried to position himself above her chest.

He let out a guttural growl as he stroked himself with a tight, forceful grip. The first rope landed in her open, drooling, panting mouth. The second hit her nose and dripped down her muzzle, while the third drew a white line from her forehead, across her eye and inte the side of her mouth. The rest had no chance to escape, as the brown-furred doe jumped up towards his crotch and suckled at his cock with insatiable thirst.

Several more shots came out before he started to feel the blissful feeling that followed in the aftermath of every good, messy copulation. He gave his dick one more stroke for good measure and pulled it out of Kate's mouth. The doe in turn opened her mouth to show him her tongue submerged and bathed in a small lake of pearly seed, before closing her mouth swallowing hard. She then once again opened her mouth to show off, but before she could react, James grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into his crotch, right below his shaft.

Kate squeaked in surprise, but as soon as her nose landed at the root of his dick, pressed into the lion's sweaty ballsack, she started to lick and nuzzle and breathe in the strong manly scent of her older lover.

His spent cock now lay on her snout and forehead, wiping the remaining cum into her already cum-stained face. It was such a lovely sight, as the orange light of the lamp washed over her curves. If only her daddy would see his precious girl's mouth buried in the old cat's nuts, no doubt he would eat his heart out.

It has been a year since they started dating, and the sex was as passionate now as it was on their first date. And while he should have been happy with all the good things he had in life, the lion was always hungrily grasping for more...

...

The brown clipboard landed on the table with a thud, the papers it held rustled in the air as it fell.

James threw it on his desk as he was sitting down, and immediately threw his whistle and cap next to it as well. The week was almost over, and he just wanted to strip himself of all the trappings of his profession. It was little more than a symbolic gesture, but good enough as a tool to bring about some mental relief after the stressful afternoon of dealing with one group of rowdy students after another. Throwing all the tools aside was for him like washing away the working days of the week, to welcome the weekend. He would just have to survive Friday. But sadly, this weekend was not looking as promising as the last one.

Instead of a romantic dinner with the lithe doe, his ex wife and their younger two children would be having a date with his bank account. Two necks to feed was still better than three, like it used to be, but his oldest son was already living on his own, with his gorgeous girlfriend. That said, he was not some deadbeat dad who tried to wriggle his way out of paying alimony, and was instead more than willing to pay his children's tuition and other expenses. But seeing all that money vanish from his hand was always just as exciting for him as taxes and speed limit fines. All he could hope for was that all that money wouldn't go to waste, now that his youngest son managed to get into university. In fact he managed to get into the same one that his old man was teaching at. Obviously the fact that James pulled on some strings in the background to get him here certainly didn't hurt his efforts. Andrew wasn't a bad student, but he was shy and sometimes he needed his way paved for him a little bit.

Besides all of that, there was the small mountain of paperwork which he would have to chew through before monday. Great. That will probably kill one pleasant afternoon.

With his fingers James combed through his honey-coloured mane, threw his head back and let out a sign of resignation. It would be alright, nothing that a good cigar and a glass of whiskey couldn't fix. Or maybe a bottle...

A good fuck would help too, but he was out of luck on that front.

His hand was all wet and sticky after he pulled it away from his fur. It wasn't really that surprising. The sun was scorching and after all that exercise on top, he must have been so drenched that he eventually just stopped caring and forgot all about it. Only now realising it again now that he was winding down.

A less pleasant sight was the strand of white hair. While his mane was on the whole still as thick, dark and golden as it always was, a few of these grey outcasts, heralds of things to come, popped up from time to time.

But no matter, if the foxes could pull the whole 'silver' thing, so could he.

However, now that he started thinking about the moisture in his fur, he realised just how absolutely filthy he really was. The black shirt he wore was covered in white, salty stains from all the sweating, his shorts and boxers were drenched as well, and after taking a whiff of the room he had to admit that, frankly, he stank.

James didn't mind getting this sweaty in a gym, or better yet, in a bed, but standing in the early summer heat and baking alive was not his idea of a fun way to get all wet and sloppy. Though, even such circumstances had their perks. Watching the young bodies of the students get all worked up was always a candy to his eyes. And seeing those cheerleaders practice on the side of the field in those outfits, which were borderline slutty with how they hugged their figures and how revealing they were... Meow. Just thinking about them got his blood pumping again.

And speak of the devil... Through the shutters on the door window he saw the familiar lupine figure of Amy (If he remembered the name correctly anyway...), the saccharine sweetheart of Josh, one of his players. She joined the cheerleaders shortly after the tiger was picked for the school team. To cheer her man on apparently.

And almost as if the teasing she gave the lion by wagging that fuzzy grey tail in that miniskirt wasn't enough already, now he had to see her pass by with her tits in a tight-fitting crop-top.

If Katy was waiting for him at home, he would have stormed their apartment, bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her senseless. Alas, she left for the capital with her parents shortly after their anniversary. Some family reunion or some such. One way or the other, he had to do without her for at least another two weeks.

He sighed as he looked down into his crotch, at the bulge that was already forming in his shorts, yearning for attention.

As things stood however, he would just have to do with his own hand.

'Hmm... Fuck it.' He said to himself. 'Might as well kill two birds with one stone.'

The lion was sitting in his office for some time now, so in all likelihood most of the boys would be already gone, so he would have showers all to himself. Rubbing one off under the running water was a good way to finish off the day at work as any other.

As he stood up from his chair, he pulled the stained shirt over his head and threw it onto one of the cabins, right next to his bag. His shorts followed soon after.

The raging erection was now free and out in the open, so like the man he was, never one to deny himself satisfaction, he gave it a few firm strokes and walked over to grab a clean towel. Precum was already dripping from the tip.

James reached into the wardrobe for one of the plain white towels, but his attention was grabbed by the mirror which was inlaid into the doors from the inside. And not to waste a chance to indulge his vanity, he flexed his muscles for display. Everything from his six pack and pectorals to his biceps and calves was earned from years of working out and keeping himself in top shape. Seeing a guy that was looking as good as him on the street, would certainly make him turn his head!

But enough of that...

He pulled out two towels and threw them over his shoulder, and walked out into the locker rooms. And just as soon as he opened the door, the musky odour left by the players hit his nose like a sledgehammer. One would think that a lion like him would be used to the manly scents which filled gyms and changing rooms, especially after his years as a player on the school team back in the day, but this brand of locker room aroma was quite something else.

Maybe it came with age, but after he returned to teaching 6 years ago, after not working in the field for almost a decade, he could certainly smell the difference. The air was saturated with the testosterone of those horny punks that barely had their teenage years behind them. Sometimes, after a match, the air was so filled with hormones he could have sworn that the boys threw an orgy to celebrate.

He had to wonder if his own coach had the same experience all those years ago.

But as he mused about how the assault on his senses drove him wild, a sound of voices reached his ears.

Great. Some of the players were still slacking in the locker rooms... Well, it couldn't be helped, so he groaned in annoyance and tied one of the towels around his waist to hide his stiff cock as best as he could.

The conversation got louder as he neared the showers, so his plan to get under the sprinkler without having to meet anyone also failed.

"... yeah. But what does he plan to do? It's not like that bitch will let him just get off the hook." Said one of the voices, which belonged to Josh, the one and only tiger on his team. He was a good kid. Properly raised and a team player. He was also the lucky bastard who had that wolf girl's tail all to himself.

"The fuck do I know? You know him! He's a meathead who can only think about how much he can lift how often he can fuck. Have you ever even seen him touch a book, let alone study? You think he would even be here if he didn't have his sports skills to carry him? At this point it would be a miracle if he manages not to drop out." And that would be Scott, the coyote sunshine. A beacon of positivity and a constant source of wonder as to how someone can stay pissed off all the damn time.

"Shit man... I would have helped him, but I barely understand the stuff myself! I wouldn't even know how to explain it to him..." Replied Josh, ever the helpful friend.

"Who are you two gossiping hens talking about?" James chimed in.

They both jumped a bit, probably forgetting that they were not alone in here. Clearly forgetting the fact their coach was the last one to leave, since he had to lock the building. Scott was already fully dressed and ready to leave, but the tiger was still shirtless. The black stripes that lined his orange fur nicely highlighted all of his most handsome features.

"Uh, we are talking about Brad, Coach." Josh spoke first "He's knee-deep in shit again." continued Scott.

James sighed after hearing that.

Bradley was one of his best players. A bull that stood like a mountain of muscle. A jock if there ever was one. A boy that had all the brawn but desperately needed some brain as well. What he overheard Scott saying was quite right. The bovine only got into university by riding off of his athletic achievements, but even that could only get him so far if he wanted any sort of higher education.

"He will most likely fail Mrs. Williams' course... And we fear that it just might be the last straw that gets him kicked out of the school." answered Josh.

That was not really surprising, Brad and that 'Bitch', as the tiger put it before, not unreasonably, really didn't see eye to eye.

"Alright boys, I will have a talk with Bradley and see what's up. You two did great today, but be on your way now. And I think that girl of yours is waiting for you Josh." the lion said and motioned with a nod of his head towards the exit.

The boys hurriedly started to pack and soon enough Josh's striped tail disappeared behind the corner.

When James reached the shower and threw his towel aside, he saw that he lost none of the arousal. In fact, at this point his dick was so erect that it was almost painful. But now he had the showers all to himself, and so he wasted no time in turning on the hot water, taking a firm hold of his shaft and getting to work.

He filled his mind with images of Katy, of that wolf cheerleader with her fluffy tail, and of that new leopard teacher and her blue eyes. Oh blue eyes could always drive him wild. His cock was sloppy, leaking precum like crazy, making his own scent mix into that cacophony of testosterone left by those young studs. He would have to do something about Brad however, he couldn't lose such a vital member of the team just because that old hag was all cranky because no-one would give her a good dicking.

Images of Bradley flashed in his mind, with his fur as black as coal, and that ridiculously chiselled body. The boy might have been as dumb as a brick but he was one hell of a sexy stud.

The lion tugged at his shaft furiously, stripping that bull in his mind, wondering just how big he was. Thoughts of his doe and all those other women fading from his mind. He must have been as hung as a whale, the girls always flocked to him in droves...

As he raised his head and the warm water poured onto his face, it all felt so nostalgic. Thinking of a black bull in a shower... It brought back sweet memories.

He had Katy, but he was drunk with lust, fueled by his fantasies, the assault on his senses and his greed. His doe was now all but forgotten, replaced in his mind by that handsome bull with those kissable lips and shiny horns.

James bit his lips as he reached his climax. A cascade of pearly ropes shot from the tip of his cock, hitting the beige tiles and trailing down into the drain. He collapsed down, still furiously grasping his meat, milking the last few drops into his palm. But his hard-on refused to die down.

His attraction to men was something only very, very few people knew about. That being only the few men he has slept with, and it has been quite a long while since the last time that happened. Many, many years in fact. Neither his ex wife, nor Katy had any idea. And while he was prone to eyeing out his player charges, he never fantasised about them in such a way. At least not so strongly anyway... But now he couldn't shake images of Bradley and his shiny black coat from his mind. The bull however was now in deep shit and might even leave the team because of it.

No. He couldn't let that happen. He would have a word with that crone Williams and...

James could almost feel the gears turning in his head. It was a horrible idea, but Bradley would be so thankful if his coach managed to save his ass. So thankful...

What was he thinking? He would get fired for this! It would be such a scandal if anyone found out. Bradley could probably even sue him! But the idea just wouldn't leave his head. The bull might just like it?

He was just still to horny. That was it. All he had to do was rub one or two off and he would be sane again. So, still on his knees, he took hold of his meat again, and the images of Bradley flooded back.

As he furiously jacked off, all he could think of was that stupid bull saying Yes, agreeing to let his caring coach, his guardian angel, to have his way with that perfect body of his. If he played his cards right. Bradley would be all his for the weekend. Katy would never find out!

Fuck... He would just have to get it out of his system and stop thinking as if he lived in a porn flick. Things might have worked out differently when he was young, but lightning doesn't strike twice.

Another volley of pearly jizz sunk into the running water, but his erection refused to go away. Now, all he could think of in his feverish lust, was of him intertwined with that sexy bull, making that god-like body his, and his alone.

...

The few minutes left until the end of the training dragged slowly. But after what felt like a small eternity of staring down on his wristwatch, the minute hand crawled to its destination. Finally, James could put the small piece of shining metal between his lips and with a loud whistle, signal the end of all activities for the day.

All of the boys excitedly headed towards the showers, forming a big blob of fur and muscles as they crowded in the doorway. The lion had his eyes fixed on only one of them though, the large bovine jock and his dangerously pointy horns.

Part of him wanted to stop the bull in his tracks right now, to call him into his office right away. But why risk? He would wait for air to clear out. The boys would shower, get dressed and slowly leave one by one. He would play for time, and call upon him at the opportune time, so that when he inevitably goes for the kill, they would be all alone.

And so he waited and prowled around the hallway, close to his office, inconspicuously, all while keeping his eye on the comings and goings.

But the black bull took his time. Uncharacteristically long for him, given that he was usually one of the first ones to leave. James couldn't wait any longer, he walked into the locker rooms and saw that Bradley's things were already gone.

He was overcome by anger and frustration, but he had to conceal the volatile emotions as best as he could. How did he slip through his claws? After all, he patrolled the hallway leading to the exit door this whole time!

"Bradley already left?" He growled to the rest of the players still getting dressed.

"I think he went back outside, Coach." Replied Dennis the boar.

James only grunted in response, already on his way towards the field.

While the entire athletic compound was gated off from the streets and the general outside world, there were few gateways that led into other parts of the campus. Could he have taken them instead? But why? They were just back alleys that led into every other place the longer, roundabout way...

Then he got an idea, and started jogging towards one particular place.

It was a rather isolated corner of the university ground, nestled between three buildings and concealed quite well even from security cameras. Many of the students used it as a hideout for their less scrutinous activities in-between seminars and lectures. Most of the faculties tolerated this blind spot. Partially to save themselves the nuisance of having to deal with every minor misdemeanour, and also because few of the teachers fondly used this spot as well.

And the confirmation of his guess came in the form of laughter he heard as he got close enough. The spot was right around the corner.

The lion walked into the alley unnoticed by the three figures who huddled around a lighter. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossed his arms, and called to the unmistakable bovine figure, whose back was turned to him.

"Miller!" James shouted, and the tall bull almost jumped in surprise.

"Coach!" Was all Bradley replied, clearly not knowing what to say in a hurry as he pulled the yet unlit joint out of his mouth and tried to hide it.

The two other figures didn't even look in the intruder's direction. Clearly uncaring that they were just caught smoking weed on the campus grounds by a faculty member. The taller of the two kind of swayed on a spot to some tune, he wore a dirty hoodie that covered a part of his face, but even by his snout anyone could tell the guy was a hyena. So was the female next to him, a much more familiar face to James. He couldn't recall her name, but she was quite the naughty girl, if what he heard was anything to go by. The provocative clothing on her told its own story.

"Into my office Miller! Right Now!"

And Bradley obeyed. Threw his bag over the shoulder and ran towards the locker rooms, and the coach's office. As he passed the lion, he did everything to avoid making eye contact. Either too scared or embarrassed.

"You ain't going to yell at us, 'Coach'?" Said the hyena girl as the big cat was already turning on his heel to follow the bull back inside. Her voice betrayed the fact that she was clearly no occasional smoker.

"I don't care what you do, 'Miss'." Replied James, mirroring her bitchy tone. "But I won't have my players dragged through the mud because of stupid shit like this."

The hyena closed the distance between them, swaying her hips, while the metal spikes on her dog collar glittered with the orange light of the evening sun. Then she put the lit joint to her lips and inhaled deeply before blowing a plume of smoke into the lion's golden face.

"You should blow one as well, Harlowe. It might do something with that stick up your ass." She said, and flashed him a toothy grin.

"This is a warning, girl. Don't cross me." Was all he had to say to her as he turned around and left.

"Likewise, Coach!" He could hear her yell from around the corner, while the hyena boy next to her snickered stupidly.

...

The lion ushered the bull into his office and shut the door behind them, closed the shutters, and quietly turned the key in the lock. It was almost nauseating, the stress and anticipation. But it was now or never, and he had to play it smart.

"Sit down, Bradley." He said finally and motioned to the worn out black leather sofa.

"I'm sorry Coach! It won't happen again! Please I-" Was all he could blurt out before James cut him off.

"Shut up Bradley, and give me that thing."

The bull reluctantly pulled the barely touched piece of rolled-up cannabis out of his pocket, where he hid it in hurry, and handed it to his coach. The poor boy barely managed to put it between his lips before being interrupted.

James sat behind his desk, and pulled a lighter out of his drawer. He got to watch the bewildered expression in the bull's eyes. They went wide as he watched his coach recline in his seat and light the joint himself.

"Look, Brad..." Started the lion as he inhaled from the confiscated drug. "Next time when you want to get high, do it somewhere safe, and not in the most obvious place on the campus. Or do you want that bitch Williams to have more ammo against you?"

The black-coated bovine clearly didn't expect such leniency from the otherwise strict man. 'Good!' Thought James. He needed to oil the wheels a bit. The boys already had a father figure in him, they knew he was good to them, that he cared for them. Now Bradley had to see a friend in the lion, a close friend, his confidant, his protector, his patron saint.

A plume of smoke escaped between his sharp teeth as he exhaled. Having that stud locked in with him made his cock slowly rise to attention.

"Why didn't you tell me Brad?"

This seemed to confuse the bull. "Tell what coach?"

"About William's of course. I've heard you're not doing so well."

"What? I- I didn't think it was that big of a deal..." He replied, even more confused.

So either he was really naive or really confident. James already had a chat with Mrs. Williams, and after a bit of convincing and defending the bull's athletic resume she was willing to lower her standards for him. It also helped that the lion PE teacher offered to boost the score of one of her favourite scrawny bookworms, whose chance at scholarship was held back by his uninspiring physical performance.

Rounded character and all that.

The subject he was failing was really not as important as Josh and Scott made it out to be, and neither was Bradley failing it as spectacularly as he would have expected. But the risk was still there, and now that the boy was scared, it was time to put on a show.

"Well, it fucking is, Miller. Mrs. Williams swears she is done with your laziness." This sentence alone was enough to put the fear of god into the bull, who almost visibly shrunk. He almost looked like a calf now, with those innocent blue eyes.

James stood up from his seat and walked over to him. Now that his player was seated, the coach towered over him.

"I've spoken to her on your behalf however, and she conceded to let you pass."

Brad's eyes lit up after hearing that. "Really Coach? Thank you so much! You won't regret it!"

'I know I won't.' The deceitful feline thought to himself. "Slow down, kid. No need to thank me just yet." With that he pulled the joint out of his mouth and handed it over to the bull, who cautiously took it and put it between those pretty lips.

"She agreed on the condition that I do certain favours for her." As he talked he slowly walked around the sofa, away from the bull's comfortable field of vision. His pants were already uncomfortably strained, and he didn't want an unfortunate tent to make things more uncomfortable than they had to be. Especially now, that the fisherman was casting his line.

"And the favours she asked for, will not come cheaply on my end, Bradley." The otherwise boisterous bull was now as quiet as a mouse and as tense as a bowstring. Until he snapped.

"Yes! Please Coach!" He pleaded. "I will make it worth your while! I will pay you back, I will train hard! I can wash your car! I'll do anything you ask!" And now he was getting downright desperate.

"Calm down Brad..." Replied James with a honeyed tone, as he put his arms on the bull's muscular shoulders, and began to knead at those tense, overworked, chiselled muscles.

"Relax boy. There is no need for that. I will gladly sacrifice myself, and do all I can. Especially for my star players." Purred the lion.

"Oh, thanks Coach! You won't regret it! I will-"

"But." The older man interrupted, and pulled on the bovine's shoulders, making him recline on the sofa. Now the stiff cock in his pants was almost touching the poor boy's nape. "I do think I deserve a reward, Bradley. This is not the first time I have pulled you out of a mess. And you keep getting yourself in more and more trouble anyway. Like this weed business today, Brad."

"I'm super gratef-"

"Shh..." The cat silenced him again. His purring must have been really loud by now. "You do agree that I deserve a reward, don't you Brad?"

"I... Yes, Coach. Sure..."

The gears must have been spinning in his head. He might have been academically untalented, but the boy had no shortage of ladies at his beck and call. By now he must have smelled the feline's arousal, and the purring, and the implications of what the lion was saying, and how he was touching him were not subtle either at this point.

"So, should I take the hit for you Bradley? Should I save this pretty hide of yours?" He dug his claws lightly into the bull's flesh. Just enough to sting a little.

But the bull seemed to grow his spine back, as he turned to face his Coach. There was a glint of defiance in his eyes.

"No. I- I won't do this! I'm sorry I-"

James took the joint back from his player.

"Are you sure boy? Will you let all the tuition fees go to waste? Your entire career? A very promising one at that? And what about that pretty cow of yours? Just because you are not willing to get your hooves dirty? Do this, and I will protect you. Make sure you won't have to worry about anything. Not anymore..."

...

Few days have passed since then, and now, James was lounging back on his sofa, not as comfortably and calm of mind as he would have liked to.

He still couldn't believe that his immoral, career-ending, reputation-destroying gamble that should have by all means have ended in a lawsuit somehow worked. He got the bull to agree to meet him for a pleasant evening during the weekend, and as soon as Brad walked out of his office, with a thousand-yard stare on his face and a scorched filter between his lips, the feeling of immense triumph flooded the rotten coach. But like one might expect, doubt settled in soon after. The boy could clear his head, collect himself, and the entire plot would backfire spectacularly.

But the days passed and Bradley acted just as jovially as always. Except whenever he met the feline's gaze, then he would shift nervously, just a moment, barely there, no one but the two of them would notice it. But the lion saw it as clear as day. One could say they had an intimate connection already...

If he wanted to bail on their deal, he would have most likely have done it already by this point. That was what James told himself whenever the cold touch of anxiety fell upon him. But what if he backed away at the last possible moment, when the pressure on him would be at its height?

Surely not.

They were to meet on Saturday, late in the evening, in his apartment. Katy was still away, so conveniently, he would have the place all to himself. So he prepared the place for the occasion and now just sat back and waited, anxiously killing time by watching some drivel on TV. But even that soon stressed him out with just how damn boring it was. Soon he just had it there playing as a background noise while he played with the tassel at the end of his tail, as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Then finally, the doorbell rang.

He walked over to the hallway, picked up the door phone, and to his delight, the deep voice of the nervous bull flowed into his ears.

"Hello? H-hey, it's me coach. Bradley... Uhm, I'm here."

"Glad you came boy." Replied James, and pressed the key button to let him inside. Then he opened the door of his flat, leaned against the doorframe and waited for the elevator to arrive.

When it did, the large bovine emerged, dressed in white shirt and black pants. A much more tasteful attire than the lion expected.

"Hey, uh... Coach." he stuttered while scratching his head between his ear and horn.

The golden feline waited a few seconds to reply, all the while he eyed his prey up and down. "Come on in Miller. Make yourself comfortable."

With his hand he ushered Bradley into the dimly lit living room, where a bottle of whiskey already waited for them on the table. The bull was however not quite eager to sit down. Instead, he restlessly stood by the couch until a clawed hand rested on his muscled shoulder.

"I hoped we could share a glass or two first... But if you want to start already, I won't object." He purred into his ear, and the bull planted his ass on the couch right away.

"Good boy." Said the coach approvingly as he sat down next to him, close enough that their legs and arms touched, and could feel the warmth of one another. He opened the glass bottle and poured the whiskey into the two prepared glasses, put in some ice cubes and handed one to his nervous guest. Brad threw the contents into him as if swallowing a bitter medicine, while James took his time to enjoy the gold-coloured spirit. It wasn't that cheap after all, to be wasted in such a way.

He readjusted the way he sat a little bit. The unyielding erection he was sporting for most of the day out of pure anticipation was already hard to deal with, but it became outright unbearable ever since he opened the door, and let the black-furred mountain of muscles inside.

This slight movement didn't go unnoticed by his guest, who began to stare at the still playing TV, as if trying to escape, at least in his thoughts, away from this place. The lion wouldn't stand for that, and so he placed his hand on his thigh, and dug in his claws.

The bovine clenched his teeth in pain, and turned to face his host with an anxious look in his eyes. James pulled his claws back and slowly rubbed his palm up and down the muscled leg.

"Don't worry boy. This won't be an unpleasant night for you..." As he said it, he let go of the player's thigh and grabbed him instead by his jaw.

Bradley's eyes went wide as his coach closed the distance and pressed his feline lips on his.

For the lion, it was as if he kissed a stone statue. The bull refused to move, to reciprocate, no matter how much James tried to convince him with his barbed tongue.

He broke the kiss and sternly gazed into the bull's scared blue eyes. No matter how much bravado the boy radiated all the time, now he was completely at someone's mercy, in a situation one can hardly prepare for.

"This won't be an unpleasant night for you, Miller. Unless you want it to be. I can be, and will be forceful if you would like that better." Then he pressed their lips together once more, and this time the boy was much more willing to kiss back. His eyes were closed shut, no doubt he tried to pretend he was making out with someone else entirely.

James would have to put a stop to that as well.

When the lion was done enjoying the dance of tongues, he pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them.

"Get up Miller." He ordered and pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. "Strip down. Slowly. Put on a show for me..."

For a moment, a pained expression flashed in those bovine features. The moment he must have dreaded clearly came, and he had little choice but to go along with it. So he swallowed his pride, stood up, walked to the middle of the room, and began undoing one button after another. And since the coach wanted a show, he grabbed the shirt and slowly slid it down his shoulders while swaying his hips from side to side.

James noted that the boy was not so bad at this, probably putting on a similar show for his girls. Though, he was taking his sweet time with the white shirt, and while the lion appreciated the eye candy that was the toned, black-furred torso, and the bulging biceps, he saw that every day after practice.

"The pants go down as well, Miller." He reminded the bull after he threw the white shirt into a corner.

Bradley obeyed reluctantly, but he tried to stall for even more time by emptying his pockets on the table first, putting his wallet, keys and phone on a neat little pile. And since the bull decided to waste time in this way, the feline decided to use the moment to empty his pants as well, and free his overly excited meat. The sound of a sliding zipper alerted the boy, and when he looked up he could see what the old cat was doing.

"The pants, Bradley." James repeated when their eyes met, just as he pulled his cock out. It stood hard as a mast and leaked pre-cum like crazy.

The bull reluctantly pulled down his pants, revealing a white jockstrap. It was strained trying to hold all of that bull's package inside. He kicked the pants away onto the same pile where he discarded his shirt before that, and then tried to delay again, by continuing with his strip tease. His fingers were hooked into the rubber band, and he moved his hips in a forced seductive manner. Those bovine ears under his horns twiched in reaction to hearing the slow wet slaps, but he refused to look at his coach. He probably didn't want to see the old cat that he used to respect so much, stroking his shaft to him.

The old cat however slowly became tired of the young boy's unwillingness. So he stood up, and with heavy steps closed the distance between them. He grabbed the bull by the waist, and forced him into another kiss. He would have to take things into his own hands if he wanted to get anywhere before the sun rose.

"You have such a sexy body Bradley." James planted smooches down his chin, neck... "I could hardly wait to get my hands all over it..." He whispered and moved down to caress with his lips those bulky pectorals, those sensitive hard nipples... That made the stud gasp for breath... Over his chiselled abs, the belly button, until he finally reached the rubber band.

The musky smell was heavy and soo sweet.

The lion looked up at the wide eyed bull and pulled down the jockstrap revealing the young stud's manhood little by little.

'Oh, I knew it!' He thought to himself 'I knew his cock would be massive!'

While the shaft was still soft, it was such a pretty sight. He reached for it, and Brad pulled away out of reflex. One stern look from the coach however corrected the boy. The lion grasped the large member with one hand and the heavy nuts that hung beneath with the other. As he began to knead the juicy balls, he planted kisses over the shaft, slowly raising it to life. Above him, Bradley reluctantly let out quiet moans and sighs. He might not be into men, but a tongue is a tongue and a mouth is a mouth.

Kisses were replaced by slow licks and despite all the previous reluctance, the black dick was now almost fully erect. It was long, hard and a few drops of pre already glistened on top of the head.

James was amazed at the size of that thing! It already looked gigantic when flaccid, but erect it wouldn't look out of place on a mammoth! He himself could boast of an impressive eight inches, but Brad Miller could easily boast 10, probably more!

"It feels so warm..." He mused to himself, but no doubt the beautiful stud heard it.

With eager hunger, the lion licked up the droplets of precum from the tip as if it were a morning dew, and began to suck on that massive tool. Showing it into his throat inch by inch. His eyes were closed, he only concentrated in savouring the taste and smell of that prize-winning manhood. There was no way he could take all of it down his throat, but he would damn well try to stuff down as much as he could.

But even despite his concentration on the slab of meat in his maw, he could hear that the bull was becoming more vocal. His moans and hisses of pleasure were a prize on their own.

As he was losing himself in the long-awaited moment, they were rudely interrupted. The phone on the table started ringing and vibrating on the glass surface.

Bradley pulled himself out of the lion's mouth so quickly it was a surprise he didn't cut himself on one of the fangs.

"Hi, babe, what's up?" He said into the phone. In response, there was some high-pitched unintelligible drivel, no doubt from that cow he was dating. He sat down on the couch as the conversation continued. His dick still dangled between his legs, shining with saliva, but its owner was so concentrated on his phone that it almost looked like he forgot completely about what transpired just a few seconds ago.

"I told you honey, I am with coach Harlowe... He wanted to discuss the last game with me... No, no! You know I don't talk to that girl anymore baby...

The coach couldn't help but feel jealous over the way he was suddenly ignored. And whether it was jealous pettiness or he was simply too horny for his own good, he got another mischievous idea that could potentially cause some trouble. But if Brad was not smart enough to turn his phone off after he arrived, it was his fault if he got into trouble.

The bull finally again acknowledged the older man's presence and his blue eyes went wide as he watched the lion kneel between his legs. He couldn't do anything to prevent what was happening (Short of kicking coach Harlowe in the face, and that certainly wouldn't end well.), and he certainly couldn't lose his composure lest his girlfriend grew suspicious. He tried to shake his head at the coach begging him not to do it! But to no avail.

James ignored the scared boy as he spread his knees apart and dived in, burying his nose under that heavy ballsack. He licked and nibbled at those musky apple-sized nutsacks before putting one of them in his mouth, sucking on it as if it were fruit.

The bull above him started to breathe heavily as he did his darn best to hold the conversation without sounding suspicious. He stared at the ceiling to alleviate at least the distracting visual stimulation. Only vaguely he registered that the coach let go of his crown jewels for a brief moment, as he felt his legs being slightly raised and his soles propped on the coffee table.

"Yeah sweetie, I don't know when I will be done here... Coach wants me-" Brad clenched his teeth and sucked in air in shock at the new sensation that just surprised him. "To learn some... uh... new cardio techniques for the next match!"

When James felt that he played enough with the bulls' manhood, it was time to move onto another avenue of exploration. First he raised those toned legs, and then he followed by a good, long lick across the entire length of the bovine's taint. He felt when Bradley shivered in reaction. Now they would see how well the boy can remain composed.

He tried to move at first of course, to close his legs, but the feline was faster, taking hold of his balls and squeezing them in warning. Without as much as a whimper, Brad ceased his protests, all the while maintaining the conversation.

James didn't have to do anything else to clear the path. With how well positioned the bull was, his pucker was practically presenting itself to the coach on a silver platter. Dark, tight and untouched. That ass practically begged to be worshipped and pampered and used and abused.

Lustfully, the lion kissed the with the same need as he did the bull's mouth, but this was far more filthy and deviant. Saliva dripped down his chin and the boy's crack in sloppy streams. Nevertheless he plunged his tongue inside, as far as he could. And in surprise, reflexive response, Bradley tightened up, squeezing the feline tongue with his ring. But that did little to help. A straight guy like him probably never had his ass played like this before. Such a shame!

One clawed hand reached up to start jacking him off, the other moved to play with his balls, all the while the flexible tongue probed his insides. Then the tongue slither out and before the bull could even let out a sigh of relief, something else replaced it entirely.

James moved his tongue up to caress that massive cock, licking it from root to tip.

But with his free hand he reached down and circled around that shining hole with his fingertips. Then he plunged his index finger inside, fast and hard, all the way to the knuckle.

Bradley grit his teeth in shock as he buckled and twitched and shook on the couch. Trying everything he could do dislodge the finger that stretched his insides with stinging pain.

"Shh!" The lion whispered. "It's just a finger, big boy. Surely you can take the second one as well."

The bull grimaced in pain, shock and anger as the old cat pushed in his middle finger also. Miraculously, he managed to stay completely silent despite the assault on his senses.

James himself didn't expect the boy could stay completely silent with two fat fingers up his ass and a tongue riding up and down his calf-maker. Though, Bradley was obviously not having an easy time. His expression showed the strain he was under. Every muscle was tense, his nostrils were flared and he breathed and exhaled heavily. It obviously took all the effort he could muster not to give anything away to that cow he was on phone with. Helpless to do anything he just tried to finish the call as soon as he could.

"Please babe, I will call you later... I don't know if I will be returning home today... Coach, he... ugh... He has a lot of work for me, I might spend the night..."

As much as the boy might hate the situation he was in, as gross, deprecating and humiliating it might be for him, there was no denying that his body was quite happy with what was being done to it. James knew what he was doing, and he knew that the virile stud was about to blow his first load of the night.

Brad bit his lip as the first jet of hot semen shot all over his chest, then another and another, all the while the golden-maned coach abused his hole and manhood. It must have been five or six jets that came out with full power, before the stream of pearly cum just sort of dripped from the tip and oozed down the softening, yet still quite firm shaft.

"I...I will call you later, baby." He simply said, his voice exhausted and resigned, and hung up the call. What just happened must have still been unbelievable for him. And so was the thing happening just now before him.

James started to lick the bovine baby batter up like a whore possessed, making his way from the leaking cockhead up the abs and pecs. The delicious salty taste, the texture, the overwhelming volume that young stud could produce! It could easily fill a glass! All of this was too much for the lust-drunk cat. He gulped it down, lick by lick, until most of the load was either flowing down his throat or sploshing in his mouth. As he reached the student's face, he grabbed him by his horns, preventing the boy from moving, and kissed him deeply. Forcing a mouthful of spunk back into its owner. He tried to struggle of course, using his arms and legs to shake off the lion, who just simply crawled on top of him, pushing him down with his weight, refusing to let him go until the bull would swallow his own milk.

He did eventually, not really voluntarily, most of the salty goo just dripped down his throat, but that was enough for James, who simply stood up and to his dismay noticed that he stained his shirt and pants with the young bovine's cum. No matter.

The bull however started coughing relentlessly, fruitlessly trying to get his own seed out of his throat. This lasted a few seconds, and after he was done with the melodramatic attempts at retching, he positively exploded with anger!

"You fucking asshole!" He yelled, pointing his finger at Harlowe. "Are you insane? Do you know what you just did? Are you out of your mind? What if she figures this out? I will be done for and so will you!"

James never saw this side of the normally relaxed and laid back player.

"Don't worry Brad, you can call her later and I will vouch for you. I can just say I had you do exercise shortly before she called or whatever. You were just exhausted after all..."

"No!" The bull screamed. "I'm fucking done with this. You're sick for forcing me to do this! I'm done. I'm leaving. I don't care if they kick me out, that school isn't worth this shit!"

Those words send a cold jolt down his spine. It had been a long time since the lion felt this scared, but he had to double down. The way how smoothly things went so far made him feel way too confident. He became cocky and overplayed his hand. But he could not dwell on his mistakes. He had to do something. It was now or never, all or nothing.

"Really Miller? Go ahead! But will you really throw everything away? Let it all wash down the drain?" This made the bull stop in his tracks.

James quietly walked behind him and whispered his poison into Bradley's ear.

"It wasn't so bad, was it now? Many had to do much more than you for much less, just think of all the good that will come of it for you. No more problems and every benefit you can think of. Just one night is a merciful price boy. Plenty would gladly take the offer. But you are the one who is being given this chance..."

The lion reached around to touch that gorgeous cock, but a strong arm quickly grabbed his hand and held it in place to stop him.

"Don't lie to me Brad... Don't lie to yourself..." He purred. "You enjoyed what I did to you. You want more of it. You are just too prideful to admit it."

Already he could feel that enormous manhood rising again.

"I promise you will not regret this. When have I ever treated you poorly?"

The bull eased his grip on his coach's hand, then he just resigned and relaxed his hand completely, letting it hang alongside his body. The old cat rewarded him with a gentle kiss on his nape, and tender stroking of his dick.

"Now, be a good boy, and go hit the shower, I want you to be clean for what comes next... Go on.. I will join you soon enough."

Being brought to his senses, or rather, delusions once again, the bull bowed his head in resignation and obediently made his way to the bathroom. He remembered the way. A long time ago he visited James here, in this apartment, for some actually real consulting and paperwork. Both of them could hardly even imagine that they would be meeting here again under such circumstances.

After pouring himself one more glass of whiskey, to celebrate his success so far, the lion undressed himself and let the stained clothes lay on the carpet. And by the time he approached the bathroom, he could hear the sound of water splashing around the shower. As he was opening the doors, he could see that the room was already filled with steam and stuffy warmth. Droplets of water ran down the glass door of the corner shower, and beyond them the silhouette of his star player. The black fur nicely contrasted the grey tiles, his face was raised towards the shower head, his posture relaxed and his dick was still semi-hard. It was such a serene scene, that James almost just wanted to watch the young bull wash himself, rub the shampoo all over those muscles. But what he wanted to do even more was to help him with all that.

Bradley was startled a bit when the sliding door behind him opened and the coach stepped inside. The corner shower was quite spacious, but he was still cornered by the hungry predator.

"You don't mind me joining, do you?" Asked the lion, insincerely, when their gaze met. As if it wasn't his order that they take a shower in the first place. Then again, he didn't specify that he would be joining him soon. He wanted the boy fresh and clean for the bedroom. And he was not about to miss such an intimate moment.

His player looked like he wanted to say something, but he seemingly couldn't get a word out of himself. So James just stepped even closer without breaking eye contact. The bull tried to back away but hit the wall instead. then their chest touched, and so did their erections. And while their swords sparred, the lion reached for the shampoo on the shelf that was right next to them.

"I will do you... Then you will do me... Understand boy?" He said, in a way that tried to be both sultry and innocent at the same time. He meant the shower gel, obviously, but by the subtle twitch in the corner of those blue eyes, he could tell the boy understood the double meaning of it.

While he opened the brand new bottle, he stepped a bit back to give the bovine some space. Then he proceeded to pour a healthy dose of the prealy-white substance over those muscled shoulders, torso, belly. He stopped right above the penis, much to Brad's momentary relief, and began to knead the shampoo into that ebony coat.

"That's it boy... daddy will take good care of you." The older feline whispered in a sultry tone. "Daddy knows how to make big boys like you feel good..."

After hearing this the tall bovine's expression began to look even more tortured.

The bubbly foam was slowly forming wherever the feline palms rubbed. The player that still stood there, stunned by what he just heard from his coach's lips, woke up to reality and got the hint that he should start doing something as well. After picking up one of the bottles himself, poured the similarly milky content over the golden-furred cat. Over the shoulders, then chest, and then the mane. Correctly he figured that the lion would need that part shampooed most of all, but unfortunately for him, as James felt a pearly drop of soap run down his forehead and over the side of his snouth, he got a silly little idea.

He stared his prey in the eyes as he licked his lips hungrily, and the expression that he could see on that face was a confirmation enough. Brad must have imagined himself blasting his creamy load all over that golden face, marking it as just another orifice that he may empty his balls into. The old cat at least hoped for such a strong, primal response. And even though he couldn't see into his head, he could feel that something warm was poking into his thigh.

The confused boy grunted in surprise as his pole became trapped in a tight grasp once more.

"Wash my mane good, Miller. You can be rough if you want..." The old feline said to him and slowly sank to his knees. He did not however take that slab of meat into his mouth, despite how much he wanted. Brad would have to do the first step himself this time. Instead he spread the shampoo all over those strong legs, and those firm buttocks too...

It took him a while, but the bull couldn't deal with the horny coach breathing all over his cock anymore.

His hands shook as he took hold of the older man's head and guided it closer towards his crotch. 'Fucking finally! Took you long enough you stupid ox!' James thought. His mouth wide open as it welcomed the shining black head eagerly. Inch by inch that enormous shaft slid over that experienced tongue and sunk down the neck with little resistance.

The lion smiled as he heard deep exhaling that sounded quite relieved, followed by sharp inhaling. He wanted to please the boy, but he refused to do all the work here, especially now that he got the bull to participate at least a little bit. And right on que, the star player couldn't take the tension anymore and pushed himself deeper inside before pulling right back, in and out in a rhythmic movement. At first he did all the work with only his hips, but slowly he started getting more comfortable, and confident with what he could get away with. So he started to push Harlowe's head back and forth as well, to meet his hips midway.

It was one way to shampoo that mane, he supposed.

The coach repaid him by inserting his finger into that pretty pucker again. The boy yelped and twitched a bit of course, but it was not as intrusively aggressive, like the last time, so he just decided to suffer it in silence and concentrate on that feline mouth. James felt so happy and relaxed now, that he started to purr. It was an involuntary reaction, but hardly unexpected now that he made such great progress on making Miller so proactive. It certainly must have felt heavenly for him, to have his dick massaged by a purring throat. Although, it was likely not the first time the star player felt such a sensation. With his reputedly high body count, no doubt he had some slutty kitten wrapped around his finger at one point or the other.

His fat, juicy, delicious finger...

He didn't pay that much attention to himself, but the lion could certainly feel his own erection raging as he was giving head. This entire situation was such a turn-on he didn't need to touch himself at all, but he was afraid he'd burst at any moment. Same could be said about the object he was so infatuated with.

All this attention probably felt way too good for the young jock, because the thrusts picked up in pace, and his breathing became more laboured.

"C-Coach..." He moaned, and that was the signal James needed.

Quickly, he pushed Brad away from himself, hoping it wasn't too late. Thankfully it wasn't, and instead of exploding, the long rigid shaft just pointed at him and twitched. Precum leaked from the tip in great volume. He wouldn't mind allowing the bull to shower him with wads of his cum, but there was no telling how many times the virile stud could go during the course of the night. Even two orgasms might be pushing it.

"Not so fast..." Coach chastised him, all the while trying to catch his breath. His face was drenched in soap and water, and saliva mixed with pre-cum dripped down his jaw, yet even as dishevelled as he was right now, his stern gaze commanded respect.

"Don't you have any stamina Miller? Be a man and try to actually last a while!"

Bradley's face flashed with fear and regret. It was the same face he put on whenever he was scolded for underperforming on the field. For a moment it almost felt as if they were in the locker rooms after a match, and not in a shower getting it on.

James wondered, and the bull probably wondered too, how their professional relationship would be once this ordeal was over.

After the blowjob ended so anticlimactically, they took a break from touching each other and washed themself normally for a while. Giving both of them a chance to wind down a bit.

This level-headedness didn't last long however. No, he was too lustful for that.

The bull had his back turned to him as he rubbed his shoulders, rinsing the soap from his fur. At that moment the lion jumped him like a predator in the wild. Brad barely reacted this time. He was already getting used to the old cat's aggressive advances.

James embraced his chest from the back, his hands were all over that sculpted torso as purred into the boy's ears.

"Don't mind me boy..." He whispered as he sank to his knees again. "I am going to help you clean all those... hard to reach places..."

It was so easy for him to just spread those cheeks and bury his face in that musky crack. By this point the young player must have been used to the feeling of having something alien probing his tailhole. At least the lion took the less frequent clenching as evidence of that. And unlike the last time when he tried to wiggle away, now he obediently held in place.

Unable to keep his hands away from that beautiful manhood he reached around to grasp it, and began stroking it slowly. The bovine leaned on the walls for support, and moaned, moaned like an eager slut.

He had to make him fully understand how good this can make a man feel.

...

Half an hour later, they were both out of the shower and fully dry. James went right into the bedroom, but Bradley, knowing the final act was upon them, excused himself and returned into the living room for one more shot of whiskey. Liquid courage and all that.

Meanwhile, Harlowe made sure the shutters were closed, that the lube was ready at hand, and that the bed linens were indeed fresh and new. He bought them especially for this occasion, so that he could throw them out the next day, with all the evidence. He didn't want Katy to ask silly little questions about large, unwashable cumstains and pesky black hairs of mysterious origin. It would be a bad surprise for her once she returns from the capital.

When the bedroom door opened, the slightly intoxicated bull was welcomed by a warm embrace from the lion, who started planting kisses all over his jaw and neck.

"Are you ready Brad?" James asked as he pressed his hips into the tall jock's crotch.

"Sure..." The boy answered reluctantly. Still denying that all the things the old cat did to him were not all that bad. There was coldness in him, and he was much less eager now than he was just a short while ago. The lion was quickly losing patience with all that pussyfooting he had to do in order to make the dumb kid reciprocate. Sure, he had to woo him at the start, but come on! How many blowjobs does a jock like him need to finally get fired up?

He put one hand on the small of the Bradley's back and pushed them closer together. With the other he grabbed that bull cock of his, which was now more soft than hard and pressed it to his own unyielding feline erection. As he started to frot their members together, he growled in his ears.

"Look Bradley, I really don't give a shit if all this disgusts you." He said matter-of-factly. "But you and I made a deal, and I grow tired of making this easier on you, only for you to not even try."

The jock gulped in fear, but in the coach's hand, his member stirred again.

No, he was not disgusted. He was just afraid. And he needed a firm hand to show him what's good.

"Now, be a good boy, and lick daddy's asshole clean..." He half-whispered before he let go of the stunned bovine.

James laid on the edge of the bed and raised his legs, exposing his fleshy ring. And despite his torn expression, the bull's knees soon hit the floor.

'Good boy...' He thought to himself when the first wave of hot breath washed over his naked rump. It took a few seconds for Brad to gather courage, but then came the first lick. The large tongue dragged itself in a disappointingly brief and fast motion.

James growled again in frustration and rolled over to his back. "Come on Miller, be a man and eat that ass out properly! Don't tell me you don't go down on your girlfriend? It's the same thing... Just imagine one of your whores in my place. I don't care."

The boy closed his eyes, no doubt to imagine just that, and dived in again with a bit more enthusiasm. The licks became much more tender and there was more pressure behind them. It didn't take long for the bull to get into the spirit of things again as he started to push his tongue past the fleshy orifice. It must have been bitter, but he would get used to it in time...

"Yeah, good boy!" James purred vocally.

This continued for a while more, but despite the fact that no tongue could get as deep as it would need to scratch that itch he had, this was still an absolute thrill.

The lion coach couldn't take it anymore, and began to furiously beat his meat right above his player's head.

"Don't stop now Bradley!" He urgently ordered. "Make daddy feel good! Make Dadd-Y-URGH!" He threw his head back and screamed through his teeth as orgasm overtook him. This time, the bull was the one watching from below as the man above him covered himself in his own semen. The old cat threw his legs up as they stretched under the great tension from every hot load that shot from the fleshy cock. That tool fathered three children, and it was still a phenomenal piece.

He didn't count how many jets he shot, but it must have been a few, given that everything from his belly button up to his chin was covered in ropes of cum. Even the black bull who took the orgasm as a signal to stop rimming couldn't get out of range in time, and a few drops landed on his forehead. He stood there now, a few feet from the bed and winced as he tried to wipe away the white stain from his fur.

Sure, he could try to wipe it away. But the stain was now on his soul as well, and he will never wash it from there. James knew that from experience.

"Come here..." Ordered the lion, still laying on his back, with his arm opened, awaiting embrace. His voice was winded, as he was still winding down from his orgasm. The tone with which he said it, masked it as an invitation, but the bull knew better by now. So he obeyed. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over the smiling old cat, to put himself in the predator's embrace.

James wrapped his legs around Brad's waist and his arms around that thick neck and then pulled the bull down onto his chest. The bull was stained from all the seed that soaked into his fur from the coach's abs, but he could hardly pay attention to that when he found himself in another forceful kiss.

This time however he just gave in, and kissed back as he would with a girl. Kissing a man was the least egregious of the acts he had to perform this evening. It was certainly better than having to lick his trainer's ass. It must have tasted better as well.

The old cat eased his tight embrace, allowing the boy to part his lips from the feline, who grinned at him with satisfaction.

"From now on daddy owns you..." The lion stated in a voice that dripped with both honey and venom.

"Daddy owns this perfect body..." He said as he let his palms roam all over those gorgeous muscles.

"Daddy owns this delicious, tight ass..." He purred while he dug his claws into those plump cheeks.

"...and daddy owns this magnificent cock."

James wasn't sure what chord that struck with the young bovine. But that made it that much sweeter when that reluctantly semi-hard penis was now raging hard. He moved his hips to rub their dicks together and continued to poison the jock's mind. Maybe he should have been rough and dominant from the start. It would have been much more fun.

"Daddy will use you as he likes, and you will do exactly what he tells you..."

Brad listened, almost as if in trance. It must have been such a bizarre experience for him. But how he felt mattered little to the lion, who himself was losing his own sanity to lust.

"You will fuck me Brad." He said. "You will fuck me hard and deed." He repeated. "You will fuck me like you hate me, like you want to hurt me." He repeated again.

The bull had a look of surprise on his face. It only now occured to James that the poor boy was probably expecting to be the one taking it tonight. That might explain some of his stubborn reluctance.

Not that James would mind taking that virgin ass of his, but tonight he needed to be filled. He has craved it ever since he collapsed into the puddle of his own cum in the locker-room showers, just thinking of this very moment.

"You will breed my asshole, Brad... You will breed it, and you won't stop until you have given me everything you can...

It was both an order and a desperate plea of deepest desire.

"Now, fetch the lube and get ready..."

The boy stared at him for a hot second, seemingly needing a moment to process the new request. But then he nodded slightly and shuffled over to the nightstand for the plastic bottle. He knew what to do next. He poured some on his shaft, and spread it over, making it glisten, and then he poured some onto his fingers and applied it to the lion's ass. This time he was much less reluctant to touch the pink hole. James shuddered at the touch of the cold lube on his flesh. It was not an unfamiliar feeling. And it would not last long.

Brad stood between the feline's legs, and his impressive figure of muscles and black fur towered over the coach, who suddenly was awash with nostalgia. The moment of reminiscence was replaced by joy, when the bull took his cock and started pressing the head inside the lion.

It felt so warm...

James was more than elated to see that his player was finally taking the active role himself. Finally there would be no need for constant instruction and intimidation. The bull was made to breed eager holes and now he would just do that, and the lion would show him that an old cat can be just as good as a young pussy.

Once the tip was in, Bradley took hold of those golden-furred legs under the knees and held them up as he pushed himself further inside.

"That's it! I want to feel you inside!" Coach Harlowe pleaded, half a whisper and half a roar. And the bull obliged, showing his cock further down the old cat's insides. James felt lightheaded as his body tried to accommodate that slab of meat, and get used to the stinging pain. It has been some time since his last rodeo, and Bradley certainly was not a beginner's bull. He grasped into the new sheets, doing his best not to dig his claws into them. It would be a bit embarrassing if he destroyed them this early.

It felt like en eternity. As if the black bull's cock was endless. But just when he started to fear that he might not fit the whole thing in, Bradley sighed with relief, and his giant nutsack came to rest on the feline's cheeks.

"Fuck..." He moaned in his deep voice and started to pull out again. Certainly an easier motion. All the way, until only the head was still inside, and then he pushed back in, faster than the last time.

"Brad... Your cock... feels so good inside me..." James purred, as he reached to caress his loving player's toned chest. His words were slurred and relaxed. "So fucking good..."

Brad didn't respond, maybe he wasn't even listening anymore. Instead he began thrusting in and out ever faster and faster. Like a piston he hammered into the coach's hungry tailhole, his balls swinging back and forth like a black blur. All the reluctance seemingly evaporated in the embrace of that tight asshole.

At moments he would slow down, thrusting in strongly and forcefully all the way in, in a rhythm, making James feel every inch. Then he would speed up, drilling into the old cat with such fervour it made the bed scream and shake under them. And the bed was not the only thing screaming and shaking.

There was not a shred of doubt or uncertainty in the young bull anymore. It would seem beyond belief to think that he ever hesitated, if his frantic and possessive mating with the coach was to be judged.

After what felt like eternity, Miller suddenly pulled out of the big cat, who huffed and whined at the newfound feeling of emptiness. The bovine took a moment of respite, breathing deeply as he tried to collect himself.

"Fuck man..." He said under his breath as he tried to wipe the sweat that dripped into his eyes.

James wanted to say something, but before he could as much as open his mouth, Bradley Miller got his second wind.

With the lion's legs in his grasp he spun the man around onto his belly and then forced him onto his hands and knees. The feline instinctively growled in response, but started to shake his ass at the young jock. He purred in relief when the boy put his dick back where it belonged, but the blissful feeling didn't last long. With one hand, the bull grabbed the coach's tail right under the tassel and pulled on it as if it was a leash. The lion's arms gave away as he grabbed the pillow under it and held onto it for dear life. Trying not to tear it apart with his teeth after he bit into it to muffle his yells and whimpers. Now he had his face planted in the pillows and his ass raised high, just as the bull wanted.

Then he could feel shifting movement. And when he tried to turn his head around, at least a bit to look back to see what the bovine was doing. A foot landed in the side of his face pushing him down into the pillow, all the while the aggressive player still pulled at his tail as if he wanted to tear it off. Now that he had better leverage, the bull truly started seeing red, and assaulted the warm, pink hole with even harder, faster and angrier thrusts than before.

As he hugged the pillow under him, slowly ripping it apart with his fangs and the dumb stud apparently trying to churn butter inside his asshole, James Harlowe remembered the old adage 'Mess with the bull, get the horns.'. And while this bull was giving him a somewhat different type of horn, it was quite obvious that he certainly managed to piss him off spectacularly, and the jock was now releasing all that rage within him. All that anger at being blackmailed, and toyed with, was being burned away in the in the heat of the mindless fucking.

Things were turning out better than the old lion expected...

But now he could feel it. That aggressive pile of muscles was giving the quivering feline no chance to collect himself, and so, with a muffled scream, without even touching himself, he came. And he came hard. So hard it almost hurt. Jet after jet of warm semen splattered under him. And as he came he clenched around the dick inside him. And he clenched hard.

"Fucking! Shit!" Brad cursed loudly, and hissed through his teeth as he unloaded himself deep inside his coach. His body was shaking, and no wonder. James could feel the ungodly amount of potent baby batter the bull deposited inside of him. Rivers of boiling hot virile seed were filling his insides.

Then the foot that pushed down his head slipped away, and the young stud collapsed on the bed beside him, looking as if his soul was sucked out of his body. The big cat turned around to lay beside him, noticing that he just murdered one of his pillows. That poor thing was ripped to shreds.

"Holy fucking shit..." the boy uttered. Still out of breath. And the lion joined him with groans of his own, while he toyed with his softening member.

"I told you... it wouldn't be unpleasant." Was the first coherent sentence he managed to get out of himself.

Bradley, who was still trying to wind down, simply chuckled. "I suppose.". There was a clear embarrassment in his voice, but he couldn't hide the enjoyment that he got out of it. A sign of a grin, hid in the corners of his mouth.

"Stop whining, Miller. It's just sex." Then he sat up, pushed his dick and balls out of the way, so that he could look at the mess they made. The jizz oozed out of his rear, forming a small puddle that soaked into the cloth, and probably the mattress as well...

There was no point crying over spilled milk. James pushed two fingers into his hole and when he pulled them out they were covered in the pearly spunk. Thick and creamy and delicious.

"A good fucking sex..." The lion continued before he began to lick his fingers clean. And the bull couldn't tear his eyes away.

When his fingers were licked clean, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. For a moment they quietly smoked and relaxed until Bradley finally broke the silence.

"I thought... I thought that you were like, into girls... coach?" He stammered, obviously unsure if he was even allowed to ask that, if it wasn't too personal or something. As if they were on the field, strictly as a student and teacher. And not as if he just tore his coach's asshole apart.

"And I thought you had a girlfriend, Miller. So your point being?" James replied strictly. And that shut the boy up. He just nodded and put the cigarette back between his kissable lips. "Like I told you. It's just sex, so think with your dick and not your head, Brad." The lion continued, and threw the filter into the glass ashtray which he placed on his belly to cool himself down..

He said it to the bull, but also to himself.

"Alright..." the bull replied, and threw his own filter away as well. "So what happens from now on? Will you be dropping the soap in the shower after training or some stuff like that?"

The old cat did not expect something like that to come out of him, but it was a pleasant surprise.

"Already eager for more, Miller?" he purred as he put the ashtray away and crawled closer to the muscular bovine. Then he began to plant kisses over that still semi-hard dick, raising it back to life. The bull didn't say anything this time, instead he reached with his right hand to grasp the old cat's ass, until those fingers found the soaked entrance.

It took no time and all to get the jock's cock eager for a second round. Not counting the blowjob of course. It was long and thick and glistening with cum. And it desperately needed to be back home where it belonged.

The lion positioned himself straddle over that beautiful body and with those strong, black-furred arms on his hips, impaled himself on that majestic shaft.

"Shit..." the bull cursed and moaned "You're still so fucking tight, coach..."

"Shut up and fuck me you stud..."

...

He opened his eyes and the orange light of the lamp hurt like hell. They must have fallen asleep without turning the lights off. Quite exhausted they must have been. He certainly felt exhausted right now, and tired as hell. Not that he remembered much of what happened at the end. Three times Brad fucked his ass, and as many times he came, and now he rested next to him, snoring in the blissful sleep.

Vaguely he remembered that he went to fetch the rest of the whiskey, and the empty bottle he could see on the floor confirmed as much. What followed was anyone's guess.What mattered the most right now was his full bladder, so with some difficulty he forced himself into a sitting position and with even more difficulty he stood up again. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and headed towards the toilet.

But as he took his first steps he could feel tiny rivers of cum start flowing down his legs. So long has it been since the last time, that he almost forgot how it felt to be pumped so full.

When he reached the porcelain throne, he sat down, he might as well let the excess semen trickle down the drain instead of onto the carpet while he was be pissing. So as the urine flowed down the walls of the porcelain bowl under him, he scrolled his phone. It was 4:19, and from under the clock, the blue eyed doe smiled.

A pang of shame washed over him.

Now that he got his rocks off, he began to feel like a piece of shit. He probably was. Both for his unfaithfulness, and for what he did to Bradley. But it wasn't the first time in his life since he cheated on his partner. And he knew it wasn't the last. The shame and guilt would go away as they always did. He would ride the black bull, and Katy would ride him. And he would smile at her and kiss her with semen still on his breath. For as long as he could.

...

When he returned to the bedroom the muscular stud was still fast asleep, so he turned off the light, quietly crawled onto the bed, and covered them both with a soft blanket. As he lay there, for a moment he thought he might just drift off into sleep, but after walking around and staring into his phone, he was already wide awake, and restless.

The blankets rustled as he crawled between the bovine's strong legs, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. When he put that pretty cock into his mouth again, it was soft, tired and covered in dried cum. He could smell his own ripe musk on it now, and soon every other side piece the bull had would get used to that taste as well.

By the time the boy started to moan and stir awake from his sleep, his dick was rock hard again, and covered in spit and precum. So were his balls in fact, and some of his taint as well. He was probably disoriented from the sudden awakening.

When he raised the blanket, James looked up at him, without saying a word. His cat eyes must have glowed as they stared at the young jock from the darkness.

"Huh?" he grunted sleepily "Coach...?"

The feline stopped his licking, and let one of the heavy nuts fall free from his mouth.

"Hush Miller... go to sleep... daddy just needs his warm milk before bedtime..."

Brad didn't reply. He just stared for a few more seconds, and hissed a bit in pleasure as his coach began sucking the tip of his cock. Then he just let his head fall back and sighed pleasurably, as the lion's head bobbed up and down his shaft.

EPILOGUE

The office desk strained under his weight and creaked with every motion. The squeaking of the cheap wood was annoyingly loud, but not loud enough to drown out the groaning and purring of the two of them.

James was bent over the table, as he was often these days, with his belly pressed on the desk and his bare ass raised into the air. Most of the time he didn't even get the chance to take off his shirt, but just as soon as the key clicked in the lock, his pants were already down by his ankles.

It has been a few weeks since he rolled the dice and risked his job and reputation, all for a chance to get his hands all over this meathead, who used to be so reluctant to enjoy himself in this way. But now Bradley Miller was all too eager to please the lion coach. Or rather, to use the coach to please himself and sate his own appetites.

As the jock was pounding away at that feline hole, James could hear his phone make a sound, but it was not the ringing of someone calling, so he couldn't care less. The feeling of a big cock massaging his prostate was far more important right now. His stream of consciousness was overflowing with pleasurable thoughts, nice feelings and naugthy plans. He couldn't wait to go home, and see Katy... Maybe they would go out for dinner... She was always more willing and passionate when he spoiled her with romance...

The bull's thrust became stronger and more forceful. Then he started huffing and swearing under his breath, until he finally came. In a few final few thrusts he unleashed what he could inside the old cat, who himself could hold no longer. Their mating was a familiar and well-practiced dance at this point.

Brad was still pumping virile seed into his guts when the lion shot his own load, and heard as each wad spattered on the side of the table. At that moment he imagined his doe blowing him. How good it would feel to fill her mouth until his cum dribbled out of her nose. How amazing it would feel to be sandwiched between her and Miller.

For a moment he stared into nothingness as he tried to catch his breath, until he heard some rustling coming from the hallway. But when he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing through the gaps between his office's blinders. All he saw was that black-furred bovine stud standing behind him, and still inside him.

"Fuck man... I needed that so bad..." The boy moaned. "You really know how to make me unwind after training, coach."

Despite their erotic escapades, James refused to be with him on a first name basis with the bull or to even act to casually around him. It would undermine the coach's authority, and it would do no good to the boy's field discipline. And more importantly no doubt it would help foster other bad habits and behaviours, all unbecoming of a good student.

"Good work today Miller...Now go hit the showers. You stink..."

They both did. If not after the training, then after the fucking. Just by looking at their fur one could see it was so wet from all the sweat that it glistened. Like a good boy he was, the jock obeyed. Slowly he began to pull out of the lion's ass, and as if he removed a cork from a barrel, all of the contents started to seep out and drip onto the floor. The carpet that used to be there had to be removed for this very reason.

The bull was brazenly naked when he then slipped out of the office, with not even a towel around his waist. But it hardly mattered. It was late afternoon, and everyone was long gone by now.

James could hear the sound of the shower from the faraway bathroom. Soon he would join Brad, but he wanted to rest for a minute longer. He felt as if there was something he had forgotten, but what could... Oh right!

He awkwardly reached into his pants and pulled out his phone. Already he could see the small green light notification. So he pressed the button, did the pattern, clicked the icon for the messaging app... and what waited for him was a photo. It was from an unknown number, and seeing it made his blood freeze in his veins.