The Two Star Players.
This is my second yiff story, Its more sexual then my last. (WOOT! for free time this weekend!)
I got the Idea while out running with my dog, don't ask me how, I just did. :) As before, please feel free to rate/comment, becuase I want to know how to make my stories better for you, the reader.
Note* I am not a english major with 20 years experience! I'm a just an 18 year old guy with a healthy sexual appitite :3, please tell me If I spelled something wrong or missed punctuation, Im young and im learning so please bear with me.
Enjoy guys, and if it tickles your fancy, please fav or even better, cum! LOL
*****
The Two star Players.
"Hey tiger." A deep, manly voice growled from across the hallway.
Elliot spun around to meet a tall dark doberman leaning on the wall, one paw planted firmly on the ground the other, along with his back, on the wall. He wore a letterman with the schools' colors, along with tight fitting blue jeans that enhanced the, view.
"Me?" Elliot's reply was innocent enough, he was a thin, orange tabby with some patches darker than the other, and besides, his friends called him tiger.
He looked around to see if there was an actual tiger across the way. Nope , none could be seen, a couple students we're already leaving the school for the day, and with classes over, what kept them?
"Yeah you," the doberman pushed himself from the wall and stepped closer to Elliot, with a stride that read, yeah i'm the shit. "You don't remember me? We had biology together," he gave the tabby a concerned look, with one rusty colored eyebrow raised.
"Um yeah, you're Dash, from the football team," Elliot gave the canine the same look. Pointing a gunned digit at him. He did recall having biology class together, 2 years ago, good memory.
And of course he knew him, everyone did. He was one of the football team's star players. The famous, Dash, of the Miles Grey University Razors. They were 6 and 0, with the season bearly starting, other furs were saying, they could go all the way this year, again.
"You do remember!" Dash wiped the concern off with a friendly smile, his stump-of-a-tail wagging with delight.
"Look I got a favor to ask," Dash's cleanly croped ears laid back as he asked. "A buddy of mine and I, do these.... home videos, and we'd like to see if you'd be interested."
It took a minute for the question to process and then it clicked.
"Why? So you can post it on the internet and make fun of me!" He almost droped his books from yelling, he could feel his face burn with embarrassment.
Most people knew Elliot's sexual orientation and stayed away from him for it, like it was some highly contagious disease you could catch from being around someone who was gay.
"No! No! I'm serious, we really do these, me and him mostly, but we wanted someone else this time, maybe." Dash could'nt find words to explain the truth, to the outraged tabby. Elliot looked like he could punch him, not that it would do any real damage. The dobie could lay him flat in a second if he wanted to.
"Look, just if you're interested, we always do it at the Milton hotel around ten," he grabed the tabby's paw and pushed an envelope in it. Elliot's pink, soft pads scraping the dobermans as they parted, "beside there could be a huge payout in the end, thats what I do it for."
"Just think about it."
Those words rung in Elliot's head as he watched the muscular canine walk away using the same stride as before. Could this be real? Him and a buddy? Dash from the football team, gay? All questions swimming through his mind, like fish in a evaporating pond.
Untill he rememberd the envelope, he opened it carefully as if something would pop out. 200 dollars and a keycard to a room 209.
He was serious.
Elliot found the way to his car and drove home, the little corolla matched its driver in its small size.
He arrived at the apartment and collapsed on the loveseat still wondering if it was the truth, if it was, he could definitely use the money, and hes hot damnit! Thought the tabby. He decided to at least see if it was real.
******
9:45 came fast, like the end of an out of control frat party.
Elliot reached for his keys and walked out the front door.
The Milton was'nt far, closer then most of the expensive hotels around the city. Driving into the parking lot he found an empty space.
Walking in, he asked the lioness behind the counter "Excuse me i'm looking for room 209?" "Ahh yes, the dove suite, up the elevator 3 floors and its the first hallway on your right."
"Thank you," he walked to the elevator, the blue carpet tickled his pads, soft music played above as he rode it to the third floor.
Turning the corner he found it, room 209. He took the card from the envelope and place it at the top of the slider, he drew in a breath, "its now or never."
With an unlocking click, he took the handle in paw and pushed the door open.
A blast of heat hit his face, the room was big, a suite, on a chair sat a huge naked rottweiler, he quickly coverd his parts.
"Hey!" exclamed the Rott.
"Oh sorry!" But Elliot recognized the rott, he was another football player from his College's team. With the door half closed he heard a deep, comfortable voice call out "Come on in."
Opening the door again Elliot looked at the built rott, but he was looking at the restroom, the rott didn't call out to him, he looked in the direction the rott was looking at.
He saw the dark muscular doberman in the enterance of the restroom, wearing nothing but a white jockstrap, tightly hugging at his package.
"There you are, I thought you would'nt show, I was getting ready to fuck Saxon," Dash joked, he licked his muzzle slowly.
"Yeah right! You'd be my bitch!" The rott stood up he wasn't naked like Elliot thought, but he might as well have been, he wore a mesh thong, Elliot could see everything, his hefty balls and sheath snuggly cradled by the hammock like undergarment.
Both of them walked up to Elliot, shaking his paw. He couldnt stop staring at their bulges "see something you like?" asked Saxon, his voice filled with confidence.
Elliot just smiled, he now knew this was'nt fake, and with a matching confidence he stated. "Yeah lets get started."
******
Dash explained what they wanted to do, both he and Saxon would fuck Elliot, and he had no objections. Both the canines were steaming hot, sexy. Their bodies were insanely built from years of sports and lifting. Both had matching fur colors and paterns, all black with rust blotches on their chest, arms, legs, and above thier eyebrows. The only difference, the dobie was a little smaller in stature, and only stature.
Elliot took off his shirt, getting ready for the sex session "Wait, lemme get the camera,"
Saxon reached in a bag and took out a mid sized camera, it looked expensive. He set the camera on a tripod facing the bed and flipped a switch on top.
"Alright lets go," he growled under his breath.
Elliot was lifted by the rott and slamed on the bed, giggling, his back molded to the matress. He saw Dash take a seat on the same couch Sax was sitting at first rubbing his bulge.
He and sax, made out on the bed, faces turning to get into a better position. Saxon was a sloppy kisser, but it felt right having the big rott's tongue inside his mouth, exploring every crevice, Elliot lay there, the rotty on top of him being the dominant kisser. All he could do was rub on the canines bulky chest his pads rubbing on peirced nipples, huh he hadn't noticed.
"C'mon Sax," growled Dash, The dobie was getting impatient, he wanted to see sex.
As quickly as he started the rotty ended the kissing marathon, and turned the tabby over. Elliot relaxed at what he thought would come. Laying faced down with his small cute, orange rump pointed toward his lover. His pink, puckering asshole clenched with joy.
The rott massaged his ass cheeks and back hitting pleasure spots that made Elliot squirm in ecstacy, grinding his masive but still flacid package on the cat's crack and in up and down irregular motion.
He then streched his arms reaching for the tabby's paws he grabbed them and put them behind his back.
Still relaxed, with eyes closed shut, Elliot felt fuzzy metallic bracelets wrap around his wrists, leaving him helpless face down, gasping in surprise.
"Wait! Whats going on!?" Elliot was faced by the Doberman, his boy now erect, shown through the jockstrap, wetspots of pre, massaged out by his constant couch rubbing before, visible as well.
"We just wanna have some fun." The doberman spoke in a voice you would to a child.
He lifted Elliot's chin and placed his face against his bulge, Elliot did'nt resist he just sniffed at his masters jock, licking at the pre spots, worshiping the monster kit.
"You want it?" asked the dobie, eyes fixed on his slave for the moment.
"Yeah," replied Elliot weakly.
Dash reached inside the front of his jockstrap and pulled out a black lace blindfold placing the sweaty, musky fabric over his bitchs' eyes.
Elliot moaned a long moan, Saxon was now lubing his ass with saliva, long sticky licks lubed him well. His pink pucker protested, though it enjoyed the attention of rythmic laps, the invasive tongue was now trying to enter his hole, trying to pry open a little room for his oral organ.
He heard heavy pawsteps leave his side, and then stop a few feet away, rustling in a bag, then the sound of a camera shutter clicking away.
"Yeah, eat that ass! Take it Sax!"
The doberman, along with taping the entire session, was now taking pictures of the rott orally attacking his ass.
Saxon licked away, exaggerating his movements, getting his big muzzle wet with spit and anal juices, trying to push passed the sphincter muscle, stopping his long wet tongue from entrance.
He then stood up and pulled out his red behemoth from its mesh abode, and placed the tip directly in Elliot's abyss. Carefull not to hurt the cat, at first.
Anal rings tightend as the monster pushed in, Elliot shrieked with pain and pleasure, endorphins assualting his brain, leading him into a sex trance. The monstrosity was now in, starting with slow thrusts but now doing as it pleased, pounding away at soft, pink flesh in sheer hope of reaching climax. Elliot could feel his own erect member sway and hit against his lower abdominals with each thrust of the rottweiler, his cock, wedging throught parts uncharted.
The dogs heavy black balls slapped at Elliot's cuasing lower body pain, Elliot's knees felt as they were about to give out. Along with an orgasm building up throught the frictious sensation his prostate was getting. A small drizzle of pre leaked from his small penis and he wished he could paw at it, to stroke the tip, backwards facing spines scraping across hot pink pads.
This kept on for what seemed, an eternity of constant anal agression, his ass gave up squeezing, he took the rottweiler meat with ease now, from 20 minutes of punishment. He adapted.
The camera shutter sounds stopped, the heavy pawsteps lingered, it was sureal, slow motion, like a movie with the monster inching ever so closer to the main character, him.
His chin was pulled up again, and they met in a hard long kiss, another oral invasive tongue savoured the cats flavor, trecking his mouth with slobber only a dog could produce.
Dash wanted his tabby's mouth, another sloppy second of kissing and it was on. Dash pulled down his jockstrap with a swift flick. His cock bobbed in front of the cat bouncing like a pole vaulters tool, knot completely out for all to see. Once again controlling the feline's head with a grab of the chin, he put the dog meat to Elliot's lips.
Elliot stuck out his tongue trying to get his first taste of cock of the night. Reaching for it with his mouth with no success, he tride to predict where it would be, on which side of his face he could feel the heat radiate off of it.
"Nah, ah ah," growled out the doberman " no tongue yet," he teased.
Elliot followed his instructions obediently, and like a dog wanting a treat, he waited.
Dash followed up with his previous action placing his meat at the cat's lips, tracing them with the tip of his cock, like cherry lipbalm, glossing the tabby's lips with bittersweet precum, before plunging it into the oral orifice, stretching Elliot's cheeks.
Elliot was spent, he endured long enough, but pleasure beat away the pain, the fatigue.
He was being invaded by both ends, paws still tied behind his back. At one end he bearly felt the beating on, in his ass anymore he was widened by his anal intruder, and the other choking on a hefty vermilion shaft, being shoved down his sesitive throut.
"I, Im gonna cum!" Saxon blurted out behind him, reaching the orgasm that he longed for since the start of the session, still fucking the tabby hard.
With one last almighty thrust, he tied with the carrot colored cat, and with a muffled yell, Elliot tightened around the bulb stretching him to his limits. He surely felt that.
Freezing in place, the rottweiler emptied his balls in the cat and shivered in euphoria, his knot, a plug preventing escape for the milky fluid flooding his colon.
Saxon flexed his muscles in triumph, he shot seven long loads into the cat, his orgasm now subsiding he slipped out of Elliots anus, with a slurping, vacuum suction sound. Semen strings streching from Elliot's ass, to a dark red member.
He bent down to lap up as much seed as he could, pressing his muzzle hard on Elliot's sore ass, making sure not to miss one drop of cum flowing out of him. Again his broad muzzle getting quite messy from the dirty job at hand.
Back at the front end, Elliot stayed sucking cock, feeling a great deal of release from his back end, he calmly sucked.
Dash laid his head back, paws petting at his pets headfur, shifting orange bangs out of eyes.
Dash stopped his lovers suckling, and said with a powerfull growl "take the cuffs off him,"
Saxon obeyed.
Almost at the same time, Elliot could move his arms and see. Dash also removed the black lace blindfold, light and color blaired into sight. The first thing Elliot saw was a bright red popcicle in his face, purple viens convoluted around the shaft, like grape vines to a garden fence, his cock was a mighty lance fit for any joust.
They stared at each other for the longest, the dobermans blue eyes, a sky of lust with winds that never secede.
And then began the pawing off In Elliot's face, long strokes massaged the dog cock in a repetitive back and forth motion, and the occasional cock slap to the cheek turned him on even more
Elliot was tired of waiting, tired in general. He took it upon himself and grabbed the cock in front of him clutching behind the knot, he pawed Dash off. Every pulse, raising the temperature of the penis to a suitable heat.
"Oh fuck!" Dash was at the mercy of Elliot now.
He stood there like a statue every muscle contracting as he reached climax. Elliot did not give into fatigue, his arms,back ass, mouth, all sore from the hours of attention. But he kept on, faster he pawed.
Elliot felt a sudden pulse of exctitment from his toy and let go, jets of cum escaped the urethra, landing on his face, he willingly opend his mouth allowing each burst to blast into the estuary.
The cock alone was a marksman, each shot following the last untill it dribbled out, like a shut hose, and its owners legs gave out.
Dash fell back on the bed, the rott already there caught his doberman counter part, and held him in his arms.
Elliot could'nt speak he was sore all over, he didnt notice the powerfull heat in the room, sweat glazed his tangerine fur as the light above shone down. Wiping his cheek and with the last of his strength he stood up pulling up his briefs and pants.
"You know, we have this room for the night," Dash's manly voices echoed in the room, he was now rubbing on the rott's sheath and with the other paw cradling the dogs big balls he murred, it was quiet now all the sex noises stopped except for the dogs heavy panting.
Elliot stood there shirtless his slender body shining with sweat. "I know love, but I gotta go."
Both the canines called out to him as he opened the door, "Bye baby!" A cool breeze blew in through the hallway.
Taking one look back at the two onyx adoniss lying in each others arms, he said and pointed to the camera with his snout "send me a copy when your done editing," and with a smile from ear to ear he closed the door behind him a signature click locked the door, ending the night.