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"The Binds that Tiger"

The sound of water running woke Reggie from a deep sleep; it was unbelievable that he had fallen asleep after witnessing Troy and that stallion having fun the night before. He sat up in his bed and aside from the fluffiness of his fur he noticed that his fur was coated in a stickiness under his sheets and he looked; he hadn't done anything, but he'd always had an affinity for nocturnal emissions. He leaked precum heavily and while it looked like anyone else might have crawled under his covers and exploded, it just looked like the average precum load that he was used to. "Man..." He moaned to himself as he peeled himself from his bed. "That must have really gotten me worked up last night." He exhaled through his nostrils and rubbed his face. The sound of the water finally hit him; Troy was showering. Reggie didn't even know if the stallion had stayed the night; of course he hadn't, Reggie realized as he left his room. Troy wouldn't have risked being discovered. He walked to the door to the bathroom and knocked on it.

"Hey, Troy? You alone in there?"

There was a long silence, but eventually the Flamedramon replied. "Yeah, man. What's up?"

"Wondering how long you're going to be in there." Reggie replied. "I kind of need some hot water for a shower too."

"You'll get your turn." Troy replied gruffly. "Why don't you get some breakfast? I'm sure you'll find something you like."

"Just like you did last night?" Reggie answered smartly as he crossed his arms.

Almost immediately, the shower water stopped, there was a rattling of a curtain and a face appeared behind the door as it was opened a crack. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh I don't know. You think there's... horse meat in the fridge? I'm sure that'd be something sweet to try out."

There was a long silence before Troy's eyes vanished behind the door as it slammed shut. Reggie leaned back against the railing of the stairs as the Flamedramon slammed the door back open, emerging in nothing more than a short towel draped around his waist. The size of it was so small that Troy was barely able to hold it over himself as he grabbed Reggie by the collar of his shirt. "What are you talking about?!" He growled.

"Hey, hey! To each their own. I just didn't expect to peek out my door last night and see a horse going to town on your dick." He paused and looked. "And on that subject what is with the towel?"

Troy released Reggie's collar and reinforced his towel. "I don't know I was pissed off and must have grabbed a handtowel or--something instead of a full towel. But you tell anybody about that shit and I'll--"

"Your secret's safe with me. I know the troubles of keeping things in the closet, so..."

"What are you talking about? I'm not gay."

Reggie paused and stared at the dragon with a deadpan stare. "You're letting a hot stud suck your cock because you're straight?"

"Exactly."

"Not...following the logic here--"

Troy exhaled loudly, his breath enough to make Reggie's fur flutter. "Look, I'm not going to try and explain the specifics to you dude. But cock sucking isn't gay if you're getting it, I mean you can imagine anyone doing that. It's not like they're kissing you or you're fucking their ass or something--"

"That's...still very gay. You've got some stupid logic."

"You calling me stupid?" Troy grunted, shoving the tiger angrily and almost sending him backwards down the stairs, but thankfully Reggie caught himself. "Huh?"

"If the gay shoe fits--" Reggie uttered under his breath. Then spoke up. "Look I'm not here to judge you, man. I'm just headed out for a few hours and I wanted to use the shower, but if you're going to be a jerk about it, just forget it. I'll catch a shower somewhere else."

"Fine." Troy turned and re-entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"What a fucking dick!" Reggie exclaimed to himself as he stormed out of the house not twenty minutes later. The sounds of water running upstairs had finally stopped and the Flamedramon was now doing his morning grooming routine, he didn't want to have anything to do with Troy and departed before they could meet up again.

The day was bright and shining down on him as he walked along. He didn't have much of a destination in mind, but as today was one of his days off from class, he knew he just needed to get out and about to explore the town a little bit. He had heard about a bath house not too far away, just in town and maybe a half mile from where they lived. He'd read up on a group that liked to frequent it that may have tastes to align with his own, and he was curious to meet with them. As he spotted the "Black Mamba Spa" he turned and entered, he checked in and stepped through the door into the back rooms.

The place smelled of musk and sweat that permeated even through to the lobby, Reggie had been to places like this before and was always intrigued how each bath house smelled just a little bit different but after discarding his clothes into a nearby locker, he made his way into the shower area, he put his towel up and began to wash himself; for the moment it was for the sole purpose of cleaning off like a normal shower, but that stopped as he felt a large pair of claws grab his shoulders from behind. "You're new here, ain't you?" Reggie shivered at the voice as the warm air washed down his neck. "I hear you're looking for a little... action."

"So? Why not pick on one of the other guys here?"

The stranger's hands worked up Reggie's chest, unfurling a strand of cloth that draped down over his nipple before being pulled taut and being placed over Reggie's eyes. Reggie made a noise as if to object and those same hands came down and locked his arms together, positioning the grip to make the tiger jerk upright and he found himself unable to move on his own. The man then turned Reggie, and pushed him blindly through the room and into an adjoining corridor. His heart was pounding as he felt the hands tighten on his shoulders; he still couldn't see anything, but he could feel the room's atmosphere change again as he was led into another room. There was laughter; distinct laughs as strange and unknown hands groped at the tiger's goods. He felt his arms get pulled back tight and his wrists felt the rough edges of a rope tying around them. He trembled now, he didn't even have to look at his cock to feel it grow rigid under him followed by more fondling.

"Well, look at this. The kid's got a little spunk in him." One voice said.

"I like it." Another one added, a wet slurping could be heard from his lips as his body came just barely in range of Reggie's fur. He could feel their breath against his flesh and it made goosebumps travel down his spine and make his skin underneath his fur start to tingle. "He knows what he likes."

"Oh hell yes." The one from the showers responded as his hand grabbed hard against Reggie's ass, making him whimper. "I think we've got our entertainment for the afternoon right here, boys."

The ropes tightened around his wrists and he was hoisted up, he couldn't feel the ground under his feet, but the new bindings around his torso helped to suspend him and the men laughed again. Reggie's heart was pounding as several pairs of hands and claws began to grope and caress him. He was practically sweating now and the man who had grabbed him in the showers now roughly grappled the nape of his neck. His tongue tasting the tiger's flesh. The sensation of the ropes intensified the experience and he began to drip precum, he was already more than ready for this.

What an afternoon it turned out to be; Reggie didn't even get released until shortly before dusk, the sensation of ropes tied through his fur could still be felt, even after he put his clothes back on. He didn't even see who had accosted him, only vague hints from their grunts of pleasure. One of them was definitely a cat, maybe a lion. Another one felt rough to the touch, like a crocodile or an alligator while another one was fleshy; human if he had to wager. But all of them vanished into the woodwork at the first call warning that the house would be closing. And by the time Reggie finally left, the clear afternoon sky had grown overcast and it had begun to drizzle slightly. His legs were still wobbling as he made his walk back home once again. As he made the now-familiar turn onto his street, he looked up from his still-sore wrists to see lights flashing from his house, strobes filling the evening sky, loud music shaking the ground that he could even feel from this distance.

"What the fuck?" Reggie said to himself as he picked up his pace and headed toward the house. "Who does this on a Thursday?"

Storming past the gate and pushing his way through the front door, Reggie immediately found himself the victim of gravity as he was suddenly yanked in a different direction; everyone packed in the house like sardines and with the extra scents he was carrying, he definitely wasn't very comfortable. As he pushed his way through and began to make his way upstairs, he looked over and could see Troy in the kitchen playing beer pong of all things. As he watched, Troy made a shot, both him and another jock cheered loudly and he took a shot. Rolling his eyes, he made his way back down through the crowd to get to the kitchen, all the while screaming his name.

It only took about a dozen tries before Troy recognized the tiger shoving through the crowd. "Heeeeyyy it's my roommate, how's it going roomie? Where ya been?" He asked drunkenly, swinging his arms around wildly.

"That's...none of your business. What the hell are you doing partying on a school night?"

"Oh. I forgot to tell you guys. Sometimes he sounds a little like my mom." He belted out a loud laugh, making the others join in.

"Keep it down. I'm going to go turn in."

"What? Already? It's only...what almost eight o'clock?"

"It's almost six, you dimwit." Reggie rolled his eyes.

There was a deadpan look in Troy's eyes as he worked out what Reggie just told him. "Okay...okay look... we're going to party here, and if you got a problem with it maybe you can find someone else to live with?" The crowd gave off a heckling "Oooooh" noise at that. "But I tell you what, you make a shot and I'll think about having these guys go home." That statement replaced the "Ooh" noise with jeers and heckles from the audience.

Reggie looked at the platform of shot glasses on the table each filled to the brim with clearly different liquids. As he adjusted the glasses on his face he stepped up next to Troy and was handed a small ping pong ball. "Sure... how hard could it be?"

"Oh, pretty hard." Troy whispered into Reggie's ear unexpectedly wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Go on, give it a try."

Squinting his eyes at the alcoholic breath the Flamedramon had on him, Reggie stepped up to the box of glasses and aimed. "Make sure to bounce it off the little star down there too." Troy continued, pointing shakily at the little blue star in front. So he focused on that first; as he released the ball from his fingers, he watched it bounce and--

*Plop*

The ball hit the rim of the glass, and then fell right into the brown liquid; a roar of cheers erupted through the room as Reggie found himself being pushed and bounced from side to side in celebration as the ball was pulled from the glass and it was shoved into his hand. "Oh--uh, no no." He said, shaking his head. "I don't--"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The entire crowd cheered as Troy grabbed Reggie's shoulders.

"That's the rules queer-boy." He said slurring. "You make it, you shoot it. Unless you're just as pussy as you sound."

"Hey. That shit gets old, Troy."

"Come on. Drink it and I'll consider calling it."

Reggie sneered at the mon and looked at the glass. After taking a slow, deep breath he exhaled and then took the shot. His entire body convulsed with the burning liquid as it shot down his throat and be felt his extremities start to tingle. "Guh!" He gagged as he dropped the shot glass to the table where it was quickly snapped up, rinsed and refilled.

"Do it again! Do it again!" He heard the others jeering at him. "Beginner's luck!"

Reggie looked around at the people now surrounding them, practically blocking them in the kitchen at this point. He let out a frustrated gust of air from his mouth and Troy produced another ping pong ball. "Well?"

"I thought you were going to clear the house?"

"Just one more, unless you can't handle it."

Reggie took one long look at the small white ball and readied his aim once again; letting go of the ball, it bounced and then plunked off the shot glass he was aiming for, landing instead in a larger glass near the center of the glasses. The entire party erupted in cheers over this as the large glass was picked up and handed to him. "Uhm..." He hesitated for a moment.

"Come on. Back in one gulp, like one of your little blowjobs." Troy nudged him, irritating him to a growl.

Reggie wasn't the kind of tiger to back out of a challenge and he did as he was told, tossing back the heavy triple shot of cinnamon-sweet whiskey. It was barely enough for him to catch his breath though and he doubled over coughing at the overpowering scent. He wasn't much of a drinker, the sudden onset of dizziness and loss of feeling in his face and tongue being definite signs of that. He felt faint for a moment, the lights of the party swirling around him momentarily as he caught his balance and stood up again. "Okay...okay, now I think it's time for your friends to go." He said, trying to keep his speech from slurring at this.

"Naw, come on man. The party's just getting started bro!" Troy said, grabbing ahold of Reggie even tighter, embracing him and pulling him tight against his muscular, mostly-exposed torso. "Let's have another drink!"

Troy's words seemed like watercolor to Reggie's ears, even he couldn't describe how he felt at that point, but the hug and the sense of friends wanting to hang out with him was something he hadn't really experienced in a long time; especially not after showing up to college. It was somehow easier for him to agree to continue the party, and he started off by winning one more round of beer pong, before he and Troy went around. Troy introducing Reggie to several people he knew, and even a few he did not until somehow the two of them ended up in the living room, on the couch watching some shitty softporn horror movie on the television while several couples made out around them. In the blink of an eye it was almost one in the morning and somehow the movie was still playing. Troy half-dozing beside him, Reggie looked up to see that the scaled himbo was half-asleep, but the party hadn't really died down all that much.

"Heyyyy guys!" Another patron of the party that Reggie didn't recognize; though somehow the name "Terry" or "Jerry" or maybe "Todd" rang a bell as he threw his arms around the two of them. "You know what'd be funny? If you two started making out."

"How would that be funny?" Reggie asked before almost getting distracted by how one of his eyes seemed to blink slightly slower than the other.

"Well... you're gay right? How's about you prove it by kissing your roommate right here, right now?"

"Hey. I ain't queer, got it?" Troy snapped his eyes opened and glared at the man. "No way I'm gonna kiss him!"

"What you're so secure about your masculinity or whatever, you can't kiss him without it meaning somethin'? Or what?"

"Oh, right you're that fucking psychologist loser...how'd you get into this party."

The man, who resembled a tiger himself shrugged and nodded his head from side to side. "Mmm. Friend of a friend. But you know what they say about guys using language like that right? That means you're probably holding onto some latent homosexuality and you're afraid you'd like kissing another guy."

"Dude, fuck that. I ain't afraid of nothing."

"Besides we aren't compatible. I wouldn't want him to kiss me anyway."

"What the fuck do you mean we aren't compatible? I am totally your fucking type, you know?"

"What big, dumb jock? I'm a little more than that two-dimensional... you couldn't kiss me if your life depended on it." Reggie was feeling the burn of frustration, maybe he'd been putting up with Troy's crap for too long now, but his tail was twitching and he was so angry right now he was glad he was drunk."

"You think I won't?" Troy insinuated, puffing up his chest and shoving himself into Reggie's body. "Think I'm too chicken?"

Reggie snarled and pushed back. "You're so afraid to kiss some random guy at a party, I can see feathers coming out of your arms you chicken shit--BUCK-BUCK-BUCKAAAHHH---MM!"

Even Reggie wasn't expecting it as Troy thrust his face hard into his, locking muzzles instantly and practically throwing the tiger onto the couch under him. His whiskey-soaked tongue thrust into Reggie's mouth and the tiger had little else to do but grab the flamedramon's muscular arms and hold on for dear life as he felt Troy's tongue swirling around in his own mouth a thick, hard bulge pressing into his hip as the kiss went on a little... too long. By the time their mouths broke for him to breathe, Troy looked up to see everyone around them staring at him in utter disbelief. Then, just as quickly, Troy sat up again as he was sitting before.

"See? Got nothing to prove."

"I'll say!" Someone in the crowd shouted. "You really showed him!"

"Fuck right I did."

"You do realize that was sarcasm, right?" Reggie asked.

Troy stared at Reggie for a minute, then shrugged it off. "Whatever, bro. You're just jealous that you fell for a kiss that meant nothing."

"Oh I wouldn't say that..." Reggie said, staring at the prominent bulge. "You're upright queer, bro."

"Hey." Troy's glare was suddenly serious, anger burning in his eyes. "The fuck did you call me?"

"I called you. Queer." Reggie repeated. "I don't get why you're hiding it, all these guys were cheering you on when you kissed me, I wish you'd just admit it--"

Troy shoved Reggie now. "Fucking take it back."

"No." Reggie replied, shoving Troy back. "Admit it, you liked that kiss."

Nothing could have prepared Reggie for Troy's next move, which was an angry growl as he grabbed the tiger by his collar and pulled him close. "Fucking. Take it BACK!" He roared into the tiger's face.

"Make me." Reggie replied.

Troy yelled indignantly as he then hurled Reggie across the room; no small feat as Reggie had a large crowd to be thrown through, but he collided with a couch and bounced off of it. Reggie roared back and rushed Troy, slamming hard into him and sending the both of them backwards, through a screen door and into the back yard. As everyone crowded around, Troy and Reggie shared blows as they rolled through the wet grass, the rain still no more than a light drizzle in the air; a mist that surrounded the two of them as they wrestled. Eventually Troy managed to punch Reggie across the face, and Reggie managed to sock Troy hard in the chin, both of them bloodied up from their fighting had silenced the crowd as they could do little more than watch and record their quarrel on their cell phones. Eventually, drunken and exhausted they both came to a stop about halfway across the lawn. Reggie lying on top of Troy as both breathed into each other's faces. Eventually, Troy effortlessly tossed the tiger off him and sat up.

"Fuck this." He said, sounding defeated. "You win, party's over." He grunted as he got back to his feet, leaving Reggie to lie out in the rain.

"You guys heard that right, go the fuck home and forget about the shit that's happened tonight." He paused at the staring faces. "What are you guys deaf or something? GO THE FUCK HOME!" He roared, grabbing a patio chair and throwing it across the yard, sending everyone else into a scramble to escape the dragon's wrath as he slammed loudly into the house.

Reggie wasn't even sure how he got up again, he thought someone had helped him to his feet and walked him inside, but he couldn't quite remember who had done that. Only that he was now sitting alone at the kitchen table while most of the party goers who weren't already passed out were leaving after that scuffle. He moaned and put his head in the crook of his elbow, lying his face down on the cool tile top of it. There was a lot to process; but one thing he was sure about was that somewhere deep inside, he actually enjoyed that kiss from Troy. Every fiber of his being told him that he wasn't into guys that big and dumb, but the swelling in his pants told him that he needed to know more, and if Troy really was gay...it would really help to come out to a friend. Eventually his mind got the better of him and Reggie got up, walked around the stairwell to the stairs and made his way up.

Troy's bedroom door was closed, Reggie knocked on it and heard a grunt from within. Opening the door, he saw the Flamedramon, lying face up on his bed, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He walked in wordless and approached Troy, who raised an eyebrow to look at him. Wordlessly, Reggie grabbed the hip of Troy's trousers and his fingers found the button.

"Wh-what are you--?" Troy started, but stopped as soon as Reggie freed his swollen erection from the confines of the denim. He gasped softly as the fleshy pound of meat gently caressed Reggie's furry knuckles.

Reggie took the thick cock and wrapped his lips around the head, pushing the foreskin back with his tongue as he made his way down it. Troy let out a long, passionate moan as the tiger slid over his cock and down the fleshy shaft. He spread his legs out some and Reggie took advantage, grabbing his balls as they drooped down between his reclined legs. He tugged on them and felt a bead of precum shoot into his teeth. He ran them across the soft flesh, taking care not to scrape the sharp parts along it. As a tiger he knew how tough it could be to have a carnivore sucking your cock, and he'd had plenty of practice by this point. But Troy, Troy looked like a deer in headlights as he looked down to examine Reggie's slow, methodical blowjob. He whimpered and trembled and the tiger could feel the Flamedramon's body tremble, he could see the man's muscles tighten and stretch out as he indulged and dove deeper and deeper down the flesh. Reggie's claws began to wander, spreading over Troy's thighs and down his legs as far as he could reach, pushing his pants further and further down until Troy could kick them off on his own.

"R-Reggie, I..." Troy started and the tiger placed his fingers on the Flamedramon's lips, silencing him.

Reggie wasn't sure if it was the booze; he definitely had a buzz going on, or if it was the leftover euphoria from his earlier experience at the bathhouse, which was partly the reason he was dripping out in his underwear now. It felt like he was floating as he loomed over Troy's stunning muscular frame. It was twice the size of the tiger's slimmer figure. His body arched in a perfect curve compared to Troy's solid, thick V-shape. He could see his shadow bobbing up and down against the lighter tone of the otherwise deep blue color of Troy's naked smoother body. He wrapped his arms around Troy's hips now, his grabbing hands now squeezing the muscular backside.

Troy caught Reggie's eye, a drunken, worried look as he felt the tiger's claws graze over his ass. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding to almost hide him from the tiger's view. He was nervous, his face darkened with a deep blush. He wanted this and as he groaned and his head dropped back in pure pleasure.

Deeper Reggie went now, swallowing the thick meat to the point where his throat was bulging out slightly. He could feel it now, a persistent drainage of precum washing down his throat. Occasionally, Reggie's head lifted from that glorious shaft and he shifted his attention to those pearly-white orbs underneath. Taking each one into his mouth and promptly dropping them down in between his legs. He slobbered along every inch, soaking his slick cock in his saliva, slickening it, moistening it, and sucking on it was so hot. Troy's head laid back and with a soft sigh and gasp he slowly began to thrust against Reggie's throat, taking his head and working it around slowly. There was a passion to this; something Troy denied to himself, Reggie could sense this, but before anything else could be said, he could hear a shuddering sigh and a grunt. "Oh-F-fuck! Reggie--"

A gush of cum shot into the back of Reggie's throat, the tiger held his breath and felt the forceful hands of the dragon thrusting into him even harder. He gasped and grunted, and the cum kept on flooding. To the point where Troy's toes curled and his feet popped at the stretching of his muscles he forced Reggie's head down as a flood of hot, molten seed was thrust down his throat.

Troy held onto Reggie for quite some time, tightening his legs to keep him from escaping, the cum flood proved to be too much and suddenly a fountain of white spilled from the tiger's mouth, soaking the sheets under them as Troy's climax came to a close and Reggie could finally free himself from his grasp. Finally, after all this time, maybe Troy could learn to live with this...

TO BE CONCLUDED