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The air was thick, musky, and hot. Nick groaned, hugging his thick white sheets to his naked crotch with his legs. Besides thinking of the wet day dream he had two weeks ago in the shower, the young, beefy tiger was constantly plagued with wet dreams that kept him half in and out of sleep.

When the teenaged kit finally managed to fall into a deeper sleep, Joe cracked the door to get a better view. The massive mountain of black and orange muscle had concealed himself behind the door. He was standing there, bottomless, stroking his bulging, vein covered cock until it was dripping thick globs of pre on the ground. The young tiger father groaned, sucking through his teeth as he groped his forehead against the door. Musk and sweat was carried to his nostrils by the warm breeze coming from his son's open window just above his naked body. It was so enticing that he couldn't restrain himself from jerking faster. What I'm about to do is so wrong...but feels right...

_ _ Nick slowly opened his eyes, hearing the loud thudding of big foot-paws on his carpet floor. Everything was still a blur when he saw the massive figure standing over him with something dark in their grip. Nick swore it was his dad. "Just another dream..." Turning his head back into his pillow, the young tiger kit didn't even bother as his big cock flopped out of his sheets, smacking back and forth between his thighs until finally coming to a rest.

Joe was straddled over Nick's waste, his ears twitching at the kit's ears. With ease but making sure it was snug, he placed the rolled up bandana over Nick's eyes before tying it at the back of his head. Then came the brown leather straps which he tied in two places. He bound Nick's wrists together, making sure they were secure before tying them off to the solid head board behind him. It was difficult to focus while Nick's half flaccid member lay there, radiating its manly musk that filled Joe's nose. When it was all done, he touched and admired Nick's face, thinking how much he loved this kid. And then...he decided to wake him as best he could.

Nick jumped wide awake and his eyes tried to adjust to the dark of his room, but he couldn't see anything as he felt a wet tongue glide underneath his big, furry white ball sac until it was lapping at the barbs just beneath his cock head. Struggling to kick, his legs were pinned to his bed by his ankles, held down by some really large paws as his violator continued to lap at his crotch. He suddenly felt weak when that tongue stopped and teasingly lapped at the head of his cock which felt amazing. A moan uttered its self from his throat before he writhed in place, calling out, "Joe? JOE!"

The big tiger's eyes half lowered when Nick called out for his help. Crawling on top of the kit and pinning him even more against the bed, Joe pressed his maw against the smaller version of him, silencing him as they locked tongues. He could feel Nick's muffled cries rush down his throat with each breath, and he could feel Nick remain hard as their cocks grinded together, Joe's obviously overwhelming the tiger teenager's. It wasn't until Nick took a deep breath through his nostrils did he suddenly stop struggling.

He could smell the thick, manly musk coming from the figure restraining him. There was the smell of days of built up sweat coming from the flaps of the flannel shirt lightly brushing against his sides. The light smell of dust on Joe before he washed after work lingered around the fresh smell of sweat. Is it Joe...is this another dream? Nick stopped struggling a little but squirmed under the big male on top of him when he felt sharp teeth gently tugging at the left nub on his chest. He whimpered, crying out like an injured little kit when the nub was released and started to swell before turning a bright red. Shaking his head, he felt utterly confused. What should I do? Is this Joe? What if it isn't?What if it is? God...I want this so much!

Joe pulled away, his paws tightly gripping the hips of the kit now just lying there, whimpering like he had been violated, and gasping as if he enjoyed it. The noises Nick made were driving him crazy, in his head and in his crotch. This kid he loved and raised all his life, reminding him of a smaller version of himself. He touched him, feeling every strong curve of every muscle on the kit's body. And yet, the power he had over him now, wanted to make Joe...hurt him a little.

Nick grunted as his violator took hold of his strong hips and turned him over, the leather around his wrists straining as he was forced to his knees. He almost cried out and moaned at the same time, feeling the male behind him take one of his balls into their maw, roughly running their tongue along it, pressing that pink muscle into that delicate orb. And then...SMACK! Nick gave a retorting growl as soon as the male's paw smacked against his toned ass. "PLEASE...don't...!"

Joe's next slap froze mid air and Nick's nut flopped from his maw. He curled his padded fingertips, his natural loving instincts coming back, holding him back. Watching the teenaged kit tugging at the leather binding him to the bed, he watched as Nick exhaled deeply, raising his striped tail. Looking back as if he could see the big tiger behind him, "Please....don't stop." Joe smiled, actually proud of the kid before he brought another hard slap down on the kit's other cheek. Nick sucked through his teeth, feeling his ass throb just as hard as his dick between his legs.

Each time that strong paw came down on his ass, Nick wanted to call out Joe's name. But something restrained him from saying it, like a feeling in his gut was telling him it would ruin everything. He felt a harsh tugging and then the rope binding him to his own bed loosened and he was pulled off the bed. Dragged to his knees, he drank fresh air through his nose until his nostrils were filled with the rich stink of a hanging, sweaty sac. He moaned, feeling the base of a thick musky cock smacking him the forehead as he lapped away at the sweaty build up in the fur of the delicious orbs.

Joe groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head every few seconds before he would again gaze down at Nick worshipping his heavy sac. The kit stopped to give attention to the heavy man odor between his thighs before returning to those luscious orbs. And then came the moment. Nick felt a sharp tug to the back of his head. What wasn't hidden behind the bandana showed he was confused. That was until he could feel the heat coming off of the huge, musky cockhead placed before him. When he opened his maw to gasp, Joe groaned, feeling a strand of pre drop from his meat when Nick's warm breath hit his crotch.

Nick opened his maw and pushed his head over as much of the cock until it hit the back of his throat. He brought his lips together, purring as he got his first salty taste of his captor's incredibly thick, meaty shaft. As he pulled back to the barbs beneath the big cat's fat head, he was suddenly surprised to find a warm, double headed cock ring waiting for him. If this is Joe...he could got one fucking hot cock ring...

_ _ The muscle bound tiger groaned as Nick's tongue flicked in and out, lapping at the piercing tugging at his cock head. He couldn't restrain himself after the teasing, grabbing the back of Nick's head and forcing his maw back over his throbbing shaft until gagging sounds came from the back of his throat. Despite his struggle to breathe, the kit reached up with his bound paws, stroking along the huge male's thigh as gag tears flowed down his cheeks. He wanted to do nothing but please the figure of muscle towering over him so he started to suck, never trying to pull his head away as he ran his tongue along the delicious meat in his mouth.

He struggled as the male started to hump his face, his warm breath hitting the muscle stud's thick crotch fur. More gagging sounds came from the back of his throat as his neck muscles attempted to take more of the thrusting member, feeling it obviously bulge against the flesh of his throat. Finally, to his relief and to his disappointment, Nick felt the cock dislodge its self from his throat and he gasped, collapsing against the bigger male's powerful thigh as he struggled to take in as much air as he could. Somehow he could feel his violator staring down at him, his own saliva dripping off the stud's monster meat before hitting him in the back.

Joe was ruthless, picking Nick up by the leather around his wrists. The teenaged kit felt his own muscular arms wrapped around the big tiger's bulky shoulders, the leather taunt against the male's thick neck. He could feel himself being carried out of his room, out into the hall way. The big male's lips were suddenly pressed against his own...and he could feel a wet tip pressed against his waiting, aching tail hole. He cried out, pressing his forehead into the weightlifter tiger's thick, sweat drenched chest fur, feeling the burning pain in his ass, his spit the only thing lubing up his virgin hole. He sank his teeth into Joe's shoulder, biting, forcing Joe to his as he thrust his big cock into Nick's tight hole.

Nick panted, even as the pain started to die down and he ran his claws through Joe's head fur. He wanted the big stud to hear all his moans and his whimpered as that big dick pounded away at his hole. He wanted Joe to know he could take as much of the pain as well as the love he had to offer. He cried out, feeling rows of Joe's thick muscles grinding against his cock between them. He jumped as soon as Joe's paws hit the wall behind him, hearing the sounds of his claws sinking into the wood and carving at layers of the cheap white paint that covered them. His mighty, orgasmic tiger roar filled the house as he came bucket loads of cum deep inside Nick's ass. Nick could feel the thick globs dripping between his legs, sinking into his fur.

Nick writhed beneath the tiger's grip, his cock twitching uncontrollably as Joe collapsed on top of him, his pulsing hot rod still pumping warm cum deep into his guts as they lay on the floor, Nick's leg's tightly around Joe's big hips. Nick moaned non-stop as his load shot out between them, small compared to that deep in his ass and dripping on the carpet. He reached out, digging his claws into anything he reach, hearing the loud satisfied growls coming from the beast on top of him as his eyes grew hazy, his mind and body going limp after what they had just done...

The next morning when Nick woke up, he found himself lying on his stomach in bed. But when he tried to move, he gasped and whimpered. When he tried to kneel, he found he couldn't move at all. He reached behind him, running his paw tips between his ass crack, only to find it was now more like a wet, gaping crater. Shocked, he jumped out of bed, collapsing on the floor before struggling to get to his foot-paws and walk. He wandered into the hall and there they were, the claws marks on every wooden surface, the thick globs of cum in the carpet...It wasn't a dream!

_ _ After finding his boxers, Nick nearly tumbled downstairs, sliding to a stop when he got to the hallway leading into the kitchen. There Joe sat at the table, wearing his open, red flannel shirt with his gray workout under armor underwear. Very slowly, he walked up behind him before struggling to stand in front of him. Turning his head, he tried to look at the big tiger as little as he possibly could as he spoke. "Joe...shouldn't you be at work?"

Joe had a slight grin on his face as he reached for a cup of blue algae and downed it with no problem. "Decided to use one of my sick days bud."

Nick turned his head, putting his paws on his butt cheeks, "You mean...you took a sick day after we...last night..." Even though he was trying to hide it, Nick couldn't have been more obvious. He suddenly backed away when Joe stood up, looking very powerful and overbearing.

The big stud gripped his shoulder, pushing him back towards a kitchen counter, "After we did what last night?" Nick was speechless as Joe turned him around. He grabbed onto the edge of counter when he felt something long, thick, and warm press against his back. Suddenly, his world was shrouded in darkness. "What did we do last night?" Nick's intimidated feeling melted away as a grin spread across his maw...as he felt a pair of big, powerful arms wrap around his body...

Epilogue

Years Later:

It was a rather warm fall as a very young, muscular tiger with messy red head fur wearing an open, waving green flannel shirt, torn jeans, and work boots stood over two gravestones. His name was Aaron. Shoving two big paws into his pockets, he stared down at the two names on the stones; they were Joe and Nick. Perking his lips and sucking through his teeth, he suddenly smiled when he felt two small paws strongly grip his toned legs. He looked down with a big grin at the small tiger kit wearing a thin hoodie, a beater, and sweat pants. The kit was just a smaller version of himself. Reaching down, he adjusted the black bandana around the kit's head before making sure the homemade leather bracelet around his wrist was fit. Teasingly tapping the kit on the back, "Let's go, bud..."

End.