Thursday Night Theatrics
A story of love that's been built over years experiences the high of a naughty night together
Inspired by Ephemeral_Dreams (http://ephemeral-dreams.sofurry.com) and the wonderful times we've shared. Thanks for all of it.
Lunch break had just finished in the Kansas dental clinic, meaning there were three more hours of work left before the four day weekend began in celebration of the very well-known and popular federal holiday called President's Day. I mean, everyone knew exactly when this holiday landed and the whole nation stood still to join in the jubilant and joyous day that marked the...okay, who was I kidding? No one here really gave a rat's ass about President's Day beyond the fact that our work week would end on Thursday, and so, with a grin on my pantherine face, I headed back to the locker room to change back into my dental scrubs.
A few minutes later, I was donned in a blue shirt with matching pants, verifying the seated patient we had in the chair, waiting for a few signatures on the always necessary consent and medical forms and then I called the doctor, LTC Price, to let him know that we were ready to go. The patient was a grey fox who was here for a molar root canal and it would take up nearly the whole afternoon to complete it. She had been nervous when she first arrived, but after a few minutes of relaxing small talk over what we would be doing during the long weekend, the canine settled down comfortably.
The older and well-seasoned, as I liked to call him, much to his amused chagrin, came walking in a few minutes after my call and began talking to the patient. Thus began our whole ritual as I worked in the background to load up her most recent x-rays of the tooth in question and slip my gloves, mask and safety goggles on. My sense of humor was in full effect today and I couldn't help but think of the perfect line for a joke: "An iguana, panther and fox walk into a dental clinic and the front desk personnel asks them what they're here for...". Oh what silly responses popped into my head, though most of them wouldn't really have gotten a laugh from much of anyone but myself, but I didn't care. I had big plans for after work and staying happy would help the appointment rush on by. In my excitement, I managed to get everything set up with a few minutes of dentist to patient conversation left and took the advantage of daydreaming a little bit.
My first thought was of who was waiting for me when I got home, or should I say usually was waiting for me. He was out helping another friend do some necessary shopping and wouldn't be home for about an hour or two after I got there. My black tail twitched in anticipation of delivering the surprise that I knew he'd love. We had been living together for close to a year now, but every day felt as fun and fresh as the first, eh well, maybe the second; that first day was quite the rush.
Scott and I met a little over four years ago by the small chance of playing one of those "build your kingdom and fight other people's bases" Facebook games online and within a few months were chatting away consistently on Skype. I had just graduated from basic training and was in Monterey to become a linguist and he was a North Korean immigrant that soon afterwards had to join the military to avoid being deported back to his country and forced to serve two years in their military. I had helped him out because there was no way I was going to let him go back to that crazed country, not while I was breathing.
Soon afterwards I became a moral and emotional support figure for him as he realized how screwed over he had been by his recruiter as he joined a unit that had no use for the skill the Army had taught him and was filled of officers who didn't give a damn because they were going to retire in a short time. Being in the Reserves never really worked out well for him, and after a year or two, he got back out. For a while, he was having a miserable time getting a job, hit hard by the fucked up economy we had gained from an out of control government that seemed hell-bent on spending our country to its knees and then burying it in its own vomit.
Times got rough, really rough for us and there were times where I was worried sick for him. It was an odd feeling because I had never really had someone that I could call my true best and closest friend, but he was that and more by a mile. Hours and hours were spent daily just chatting away and role-playing just for the fun of it and also to just be involved in each other's lives. For the longest time, I considered him the closest thing to an adopted brother as I could imagine, having never had one myself to compare him to.
A trip to the snow leopard's residence in Wisconsin turned out to be quite the fiasco, but the time was still fun, if a bit awkward. I guess it was bound to be like that, considering he was openly gay and seemed to have quite the crush on me. Maybe crush is a bad word to use, for it was far less fickle than it implied; he was in love with me and told me on numerous occasions that I was the only one he could imagine calling his mate.
It was probably because life had been quite cruel and rough to him as he grew up, having had a boyfriend for three odd years just up and dump him for someone else because they were more attractive. He had family and relationship issues that I couldn't even start to fully understand, my stellar parents and two sisters being the best family I could have ever asked for and then the second part being that I had never dated.
"Well, Specialist Thompson, shall we get started?"
The Colonel's voice brought me back to the present time, having to put my dreams aside for the time being as my complete focus turned to the operation. We positioned the microscope, numbed the patient's tooth and began...and then we finished. It was over seemingly faster than I could blink, the procedure going off without a hitch, the material inside her three canals and the permanent filling taken care of. Scurrying around, I cleaned up the instruments and chair, sending the necessary equipment to our sterilization bin. Less than a half hour later, the lights were off and I had changed into my work out clothes.
Our unit's physical training flew by and then I got in my car and began the relatively short drive back to the outskirts of Manhattan, home of the Kansas State Wildcats and the home of Scott and Jack Thompson. It was weird as all hell saying that, even if it was just in my mind. One year ago, I was uncertain of my sexuality and a year prior to that, I was sure that my libido really only rose when I chose to play with my shaft. I had never found an attraction to a particular gender, rather finding myself attracted to a close and meaningful, but most importantly, open relationship where I didn't have to fake anything and wasn't with someone else who falsely represented himself or herself.
Growing up in a Christian family and going to church every Sunday from my first memory up until I graduated from high school, I was surprisingly open minded. I never found myself uncomfortable around another fur for any reason other than his or her personality. Having only a few, but very close friends and liking it that way was an anomaly in a world so overwhelmed by online communities. Society was more screwed up than ever before, becoming so self-centered and number driven that I eventually came to the conclusion that I wanted nothing to do with it.
I wasn't turned on by guys and I wasn't turned on by girls and so I went with the definition I could find so I could relate to a group. One year later had me questioning whether it was the right word. I knew I didn't fit in the homosexual or heterosexual boxes, but I also felt I didn't have a spot in between it either; finally the conclusion became that I was just one of those lucky few that got to have complete freedom on their choice for a mate, one that was based on their potential mate's heart and emotional depth and intellect and had little to do with physical attraction.
Finally, last May, I had moved from Germany to Kansas, landing the base of my dreams. I could go home to Omaha to visit my family during some of the longer weekends and could avoid the heavily TSA infested airports and crying babies in a country where airlines provided some of the worst customer service available and the leg room was hardly enough for me to even flex my toes. Scott's housing contract in Wisconsin ended that month as well, and after four months of prior planning earlier in the year, he moved in with me and we split rent on a two bedroom housing duplex.
Life had never been better as we did a hundred thousand things together. My family had no issues with my decision, both parents doing what they could to help him find a job, and within a couple months, he was employed, allowing the both of us to work during the day and come back to each other's presence in the afternoon. Soon, Scott found some wonderful hours, allowing him to leave for work just as I woke up so we could hug and wish each other well to start the day. That also allowed him to come home an hour or so earlier than me and that meant the kitchen would be spewing out the most wonderful of odors by the time I walked in.
After a few months of living together, it became painlessly clear that it was a match made in heaven. My constant presence and support helped the snow leopard find his own motivation and inspiration again and he was quickly flying higher than I had hoped for. Finances weren't even close to an issue as we both raked in the cash, my paycheck more than enough to cover for all of our needs, and his paycheck covering the entirety of our quickly ballooning savings accounts. We both lost our mutual virginity to each other a bit later and I found myself more and more comfortable with him.
Finally, after nearly four years of close companionship and thousands of hours chatting over the internet, I made my final decision, calling my snow leopard to let him know that I was going to be about an hour late because of some extra activities the unit needed done. In truth, I hopped out of work and bought the ruby ring that my eyes had been passing over in thoughtful and often times, turmoil filled, self-debates. Independence was a strong part of my nature, and a commitment like this would inevitably take some away, but I had come to realize that some dependence was stress relieving. The following conversation had left me with no more questions and nothing but joy in my decision.
"Hey Scottie, I'm home."
Naturally enough, the snow leopard was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, that signature cute pout of his plastered on his face.
"Why are you late? I've been waiting to eat for the past hour."
"Can't help that the military told me I had to stay for a bit longer. It's part of the job."
"Well, you should have used your resources and told them to listen to you or else."
I chuckled at the reference to our many role-playing hours we had spent together, running around as ourselves, but expressing our emotions in third furson. One of his jokes had always been that I was evil and could have contacted my many minions to get the job done. My response was as telegraphed as it came, simply following in the countlessly rehearsed and practiced line we had drawn over many years.
"I'm only a specialist. Am I supposed to tell my doctor to suck it up and do the root canal on his own while I go home?"
"YES!"
Arguing with him was as pointless as arguing to a bird about it chirping, but this kind of stuff was more like a tennis match where both players knew precisely where the next hit was going and responded back just as expectedly. Nothing more than a joke written over time and now played as a part of our relationship.
"I'm not capable of everything, you know."
"Yes you are. It's your fault."
"Right. Well, care to at least see what I got with the time?"
He gave me the raised eyebrow, his little sign of feigned annoyance before "hmmphing" and going from pout to sulk.
"You're so mean to me. Evil panther."
I just stared at him, and within a few seconds, he sighed obnoxiously and looked at me again, finally giving in to his innate curiosity.
"Okay, fine. What is it?"
Diving a paw down into my backpack, I grasped hold of the small box at the bottom and pulled it out. It was a nondescript brown box, one that could have been used to hold a small bottle of hand sanitizer and the look I got from Scott told me he figured it was just that. Normally, it would have been right up my alley, as I always had a knack for trolling him in funny ways, enough that he was convinced I had been a weasel in a previous life.
"Oh come on, get over here and take a look at it."
Rolling his eyes and letting out a cute whine, my leopard stood up and walked over, almost immediately burying his head into my chest and nuzzling me, letting out a soft purr.
"I've missed you."
Even though we had spent months living together, I knew how much he leaned on me and depended on my presence and I would have felt a little bit guilty had I not been out on such a valiant quest. Using one paw to rub his shoulder, I opened the box and at the same time dropped to one knee, letting the polished black case slide out as Scott's blue eyes dilated, his jaw shook and his tail froze.
"Scott Kim, you've been my best friend and my deepest companion for so many days that I would have lost count had I not cherished every single one of them as much as I have. We've gone from online partners out to destroy the Autobot cronies to online pen pals then to friends and then companions. Now we're housemates and I think it's time this panther moved things along to what feels like the end of one of the most memorable and joyful rides of his life, if only so he can start an even wilder one with just you.
Scott Jasper Kim......"
I found myself choking up a bit as Scott did all he could to hold back sobs that threatened to rack his whole body. His eyes watered and we both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before I took a shuddering breath and finished out the question every man dreamed of asking his best friend and lover.
"Will you marry me?"
There were no more words spoken for hours as we became just one black and white cat tangled together while our tears streamed down our faces and sobs of pure happiness echoed against the walls. Food was forgotten and we spent hours just lost in each other's gazes and lips as we sought to fully claim the other as our own and give ourselves to each other. After finally, exhausted and worn out, but happier than we could remember, Scott gave me the answer I had hoped for before passing out as we held each other on the bed.
"Yes."
Of course, technicalities got in the way, such as the fact that the United States Military didn't allow any of its members to marry someone of the same sex. We planned to have the marriage after I finished my contract with the Army, but for now, Scott came to use my last name and became the happiest snow leopard in the world. We camped out together and I even managed to coerce him into trying skydiving with me.
We had our more naughty moments from time to time, but they rarely evolved into much as I just wasn't into sexual contact. My biggest release was emotional, always had been, and I always found myself preferring to do things such as just enjoy a drive under the moonlight together while listening to our favorite music and just talking about whatever came to our minds. When we did have our moments, they were quite explosive, each of us driving our libidos to the teetering edge of resistance before finally erupting in a moment of shared bliss, delving into the more primal urges just for the pleasure of being together.
He had usually been the one to initiate it, but over the last few weeks I had come up with a plan that I hoped would have him murderously excited. Waiting for the day to pull it off had been so hard, as I was now on day seven of my no-climax operation, building up my load for that one special night. As the day inched closer, I could feel myself growing more and more giddy and excitable, and now that it was finally here, I was ready to explode.
I pulled into the driveway, parking my Jaguar in the garage before stepping out of the car and rushing inside. Undressing and quickly jumping in the shower, I gave my body a full cleaning, soaping and brushing everywhere, my near black fur sleek and soft as a feather dipped in oil. The speakers were turned on and soft trance music was set on pause. Bustling through the house, I switched off all the lights and shut the blinds. Heading downstairs, I pulled a box out of our small basement. Slipping a pair of black leather pants out, I slid into them and then hooked a pair of sapphire blue chains to the sides followed by a same colored necklace and a pair of jade bracelets and anklets. Finally, I shivered as I slid a saliva coated gold ring down to the base of my shaft, its tight hold causing the flesh to go rigid and begin to softly throb in seconds.
Tonight, I was going to be his. I was going to tease him, undress him, work him until he was dripping pre down my paw and into my maw, and then I was going to give myself completely to him. My ears twitched as I watched through the blinds for the arrival of my kitten. After a half-hour wait, his Hyundai pulled up to the driveway, parking there, and then the hottest snow leopard ever born climbed out, sending me scurrying to my room in order to make my grand appearance.
Up in my room, I took off my shirt, leaving my chest bare. The stiff bulge pushing against the fabric was rather easy to see, but that was my goal, the close contact sending shivers up my spine and causing my tail to twitch erratically. I was sure it would have similar effects on Scott. To finalize it all, I slid my small emerald rings into my nipples, a soft moan running over my lips followed by a quiet purr. The rush of it all was getting to me, but that tight ring would help hold off any impending orgasms for quite a while, which was one of the main reasons I had bought it in the first place. I also figured my snow leopard would enjoy toying with me and this would only encourage him.
"I'm hoomm...uh, Jack, where are you?"
I imagined what his face had to be looking like as he walked into a completely unexpected environment. The house was nearly pitch black, save for a few dim lights that lit up just a few square feet of the living room. His feline eyes, like mine, would have little trouble adjusting to it, but the shock factor was the biggest play. About a minute later, I heard my cue, as Scott most likely found my note in the center of the couch that told him to start the music. Waiting for just a few seconds more, I then stepped out of the bedroom, letting out a snarl to put my presence in the forefront.
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I caught sight of what had to be Jack in the hallway. The blue eyes were unmistakably his, but he was not in the attire I would have ever expected, nor acting like I had ever seen. He stood there, tail flicking in rhythm to the music, with an almost primal look on his face. Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what to do at this point, but looking away wasn't one of my options.
He sauntered down the hallway, each step measured and fluid, his eyes never wavering from my own. My own bushy tail had frozen with the rest of my body, all but one of my muscles seemingly forgotten as blood rushed to the currently, but not for long, dormant spire of flesh hidden between my legs. My pulse skyrocketed as he moved closer, his body dropping into a more feral stance as he traversed the few stairs and then stalked closer to me, as if he was hunting and I was his prey. Shivers and tingles of excitement, and even a sense of fear, ran up and down my body as I simply waited to see what he would do next.
He stepped closer, his body movement nearly poetic as he so gracefully edged closer and closer until he was just inches away from my crotch. My tongue lolled and I let out a sharp hiss as he chuffed a breath of air onto the region between my legs. Honestly, I was pretty sure I had never seen him act this way, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain, especially not when he swept his tongue over my slacks imprisoned package. His tongue traced up the entirety of my trapped shaft before it slipped back into his mouth. He blinked once at me before lightly growling.
Without waiting for an invitation, I brought my paws to my pants, unhooked my button and started to draw them down, but I was interrupted as his black paws grabbed my own.
"Let me take care of that for you."
Those paws then drifted up to my rump, beginning to brush over the base of my tail before sweeping back down to give a firm squeeze to my ass cheeks. His maw pressed forward as he stretched out his neck and nuzzled right into where my still hardening dick was being held captive. Continuously caressing the area below it with his tongue while he rubbed all over my rump, I began to feel desperately hot. With the chance to at least take off my shirt, my paws began working at it. As soon as the last button was undone, Jack changed his position, bolting upright to drag his muzzle right over my chest fur, paws tightening around my waist as I was lifted up slightly and then brought back down to splay over the long footrest that sat next to our couch.
His paws immediately slipped under my shirt to stroke over my back, his rumbling purrs echoing into my chest as his maw began to explore every square inch it could reach. Nothing was left untouched by his tongue, every patch of fur coated with his scent as he licked up my own musk. I was hard as a rock in my waist, and it wasn't helping to slow things down with my panther stroking his own jeans against my slacks, our two encased members greedily trying to hug each other. Finally, his ever moving paws slid up to cross underneath me and then rest on the large nest of muscles just between my neck and pair of shoulders.
Purring out, I groaned as they began to massage the fibrous tendons, his fingers firmly and at some points, even painfully, kneading them. Letting out a long moan, I felt his tongue slide over one of my nipples, the sharp barbs on his tongue tickling over the already hard nub of flesh there. It hadn't been until I met Jack and finally started to get rowdy with him that I found out how much fun one could have teasing the other's nipples. That was mainly because of the panther currently on top of me, as he seemed obsessed with it. It hadn't even been as surprising as I'm sure he thought it would be after he came home to show off his newly pierced nipples after I had explicitly told him not to do anything to his cock.
He didn't allow me much time to think of past experiences as his tongue raced over that same nipple once more. I arched by a little bit as a shower of saliva was spit over it and then humped hotly back against him when his lips closed over it, his teeth lightly nibbling at it as he began to suckle on it while he licked over all he had trapped in his muzzle. His paws held me tightly, leaving me nearly incapable of anything but short, and quickly overpowered movements. In response to the nub stimulation, my own paws stroked over his ears and down his neck, petting him as he controlled me in every way I could think of.
Every lick was measured, every touch done with purpose. I was slowly melting into his embrace, my body and mind happily accepting the fact that I was trapped underneath my mate. Our collective purrs let out their own bass line to match the still softly playing electronic music. Jack left me no time to catch my breath, his muzzle pressing in over and over again to excitedly work on my trapped flesh, his lewd moans informing me of how much he loved them. My nipple was stinging by the time he finally let it go, stroking his tongue over it several more times before he turned his head back to mine, our eyes locking together.
Scooting forward, my panther purposely focused all his weight on my sheath and balls, grunting in pleasure until his head was level with mine. My legs wrapped around his waist and my lips met his as he dove down to make out with me. Our tongues very quickly found each other, intertwining with each other as we moaned and purred out our love for each other. The kiss was passionate, but Jack still seemed firmly in control of both himself and his snow leopard. I considered trying to change the positions, but I knew he still had one untouched nipple to attack and he would never let me go until his black maw and red tongue took care of it.
Saliva strung out to connect our separating lips and tongues, the panther's paws leaving my now fully relaxed shoulders to sensually slip down my sides. Once they reached my waist, they slid back up to my armpits, slowly pushing out to spread out my arms. He rubbed over my biceps and triceps, squeezing them heartily before finally taking hold of the sleeves of the shirt I had been wearing this whole time and sliding my arms out of it. Lifting my back up just a bit, he pulled the clothing out from under me and threw it to the side, sliding back down to bring his maw level with the other, untouched, but very hard and eager nipple on the other side of my chest.
"Help......rape," I breathed out, hoping to draw out a reaction from him like I always did when I said that. Most times he'd just laugh, but there were a few times when he'd answer back with his wit.
"Better get to the phone then," He huskily retorted, sending chills down my spine in response to his hungry, predatory energy.
"So evil. So mean to...oooh."
I cut him off as my lips closed around his other nipple, my tongue immediately diving down to meet it. I slid one of my paws up to caress the back of my snow leopard's neck while the other began to tickle the muscles that connected his back to his tail, stroking over the firm spire of muscle as if it were the other firm spire of muscle on the front half of his crotch. I could hear him making lewd, needy groans as I worked my pantherine body into his, sweat glistening over my sleek frame as my maw suckled and nibbled and pinched Scott's captive nub. Nipples were one of my favorite things and it hadn't been a hard decision when I saw the discounted sapphire rings at the local piercing salon.
Knowing he was hard and had accepted the current role of the submissive male, I decided it was time to move things forward. After this, I would change the pace again. Spending weeks creating the perfect song list, everything I did was planned to work with the songs. The energy had started to pick up in the rhythm of the beats and synthesized noises played out by my heavenly, or was it hellishly, good speakers and I knew I had about ten minutes left until I would get off of him and give him a show. Giving Scott's nipple a few more firm licks, I then pulled off, winking at the feline underneath me before hooking my legs around the back of the makeshift bed and sliding on down until I was on my knees, staring directly at his still trapped cock.
It was time to unleash his energy and I could think of no better way than stimulate his dick directly. I heard him let out a needy groan as my paws slid up the inner parts of his thighs, tickling his rather sweaty slacks on my way upward. Shivers ran through his legs as my claws inched closer to his buttoned harness and his purr rose an octave when my fingers deftly slipped underneath his slacks and began to slide them down. Each inch exposed more of his coarse fur, and when the very tip of his precum drooling tip poked out into view, my maw attacked it with feverish desire, closing around it and sucking as though I was trying to get milk from it. My maw followed the trail of the slacks, sliding further down as his hot meat was submerged further in the hold of my jaws. My tongue soon began stroking and teasing the trapped length, leading to some very erotic moans and gasps coming from my snow leopard's muzzle.
Soon, all seven inches of his shaft were locked inside my jaws, my lips caving in around his member as I softly sucked and licked at it, encouraging a constant supply of precum to spurt and dribbled onto my tongue. The slacks soon found themselves fully removed and kicked out of the way, leaving Scott utterly naked, his white and blue rosette furred body completely exposed. I rose up on my haunches, giving myself more direct access to his cock and began to slide up and down on it, letting the now cold in comparison air tickle his sensitive flesh for a few seconds before I coated it again with my saliva. I knew he was close, but I wanted to get him just a bit closer before I would move to the next stage. Another minute passed of him groaning and mewling like a kitten before I drug my teeth along his spire and then let off and stood up.
I gasped as his teeth sharply slid up my pole, letting out one last throb of precum to stream down my member before he stood up. Looking at him now, I could hardly contain my desire for him. Not wanting him to leave, I mewled at him and tried to give him my best sulking face, but, as was usual, my panther continued on undeterred. I couldn't complain too much about it, because the visual stimulation was nearly as good. His jewelry shimmered in the light, the green and blue clashing perfectly with his black fur, his nipple piercings proving once again that Jack had known what he was talking about when he said I'd grow to love them.
He didn't stand still for more than a few seconds, each of us taking the opportunity to gather in some oxygen before my panther began to sway to move to the music, his tail flicking with the beat once again. I had always loved his tail, that long black snake that flicked about so constantly grabbing my attention and it wasn't uncommon for me to suddenly nip or kiss it. The two rings adorning the base of it had my eyes dancing between his chest and his rump, but soon they were both overcome as his paws began to dance around the edges of his leather pants.
Jack loved to tease, whether it was him trolling me, or tricking me or just plain being a mean cat, he had this aura about him where he liked to get under your skin and press a few buttons to see how you would react. It was most likely just an ingrained defense mechanism he had formed from his miserable years in junior high and the first half of high school, but probably also had something to do with his style of humor. Once he got to know you well enough to be comfortable, he would tease even more often, but the intent change dramatically. He teased me a lot, but almost every time, he did so for the sake of getting me to laugh. I had been annoyed by it at first, but within a short time, I simply learned that the best idea was to just tease him back.
As it was now, though, I couldn't imagine doing that. My sultry and seductive panther held center stage and I was the audience. His dancing was for me as were his colorful jewels that adorned his body. I could sense it in the way he was moving, the soft movements telling of his own need, that shaft of his that was begging to be touched, stuck inside the fabric of his jeans, his black paws dancing over it as he fluidly and lustfully drove his body in front of me. One of his paws dipped into his pants and he let out a glorious moan, his whole body shaking as he went stiff and I became terrified that he had just made himself cum accidentally, but after a few quaking seconds and long, almost agonizing moan, he began to rub that hidden shaft some more.
My ability to hold myself back and not just grab him and take him right there was thinning, but I held back, allowing him the pleasure of what I figured was a strip tease done for me. I appreciated it, and my cock didn't fail to inform him of that, spitting and oozing that clear fluid out of its slit. Finally, those paws of his, complete with the jade green bracelets, grabbed the button on his pants and unhooked it, his muzzle stretching to the ceiling as he slid them down, taking just a few seconds before he stepped out of them, his dark purple shaft shimmering in his own pre. My gaze caught on the gold ring that was so tightly wrapped around the base of his cock, causing his veins to bulge slightly as it throbbed mightily in my field of vision.
Looking at him in his glory, my own excited dick twitched in sympathy from the sight of how hard that ring was gripping my panther's length, but the moan he gave me reminded me that it was of his own doing and he had his reasons. The look on his face seemed to be encouraging me to join him and his ears flicked forward in invitation, so I didn't hesitate. Raising myself up off the footrest I had been laying on for nearly the last half hour, I traversed the short distance between our naked bodies and pressed into him, my white paws wrapping around his back and I took a firm hold of his pantherine form. His own paws rested lightly around mine, softly rubbing at my tail, and then our lips met again in a soft, but needy kiss that belayed our growing desire.
I felt his lips touch my own and I nearly came again, feeling that heat arch up my shaft like a bolt of lightning, but it wasn't enough. One climax already sat in my scrotum, the ring I wore holding it back from exiting my length, serving only to stimulate me more as my balls worked to build up another one to join what was already there. Had it not been for that orgasm I had when I first touched myself while dancing, I might have slightly regretted the ring's presence for each throb of my cock ached in its hold.
Our soft lips slid around each other, enjoying each other's taste and juices as our tongues met. Opening up my maw, I let Scott take control, his member sliding into it and beginning to stroke over the insides of my cheeks and over the undersides of my teeth. I moaned into him, my paws lazily rubbing over his tail, giving him the chance to take control, which he more than happily complied with. His paws moved about my waste, flowing up my back to then slide back down to massage my butt, those thick muscles flexing in his grasp, waiting in anticipation for what would happen later.
"So, panther, I'm thinking those chains on your pants could serve another purpose."
"Oh, and what kind is that?"
He didn't answer my question, rather instead choosing to slide down my body, dropping his paws to grab at my jeans. Lifting them up, he found where the chains hooked together and undid them both, bringing them back up to eye level.
"Put your paws behind your back."
I complied, moving both my arms to rest just above his own. Staying close to me, Scott slid around to my backside and began his work, sliding the chains through my two bracelets and lifting my arms up to the middle of my back before using the locking mechanism to lock my wrists together. I huffed and let out a long moan as his paws drifted back to stroke over my chest, spending a little extra time to firmly press against my nipples before gliding down to gently tease at the tip of my dark purple cock.
There was nowhere I could go and nothing I could do to stop him, my ass pressed up against his crotch, the erotic dribbles of precum drooling into the fur on my buttocks. He simply held me there for a few minutes, his tongue rubbing over the backside of my neck, nipping at the skin there and growling softly. My shaft continued to respond to his touches, pre drizzling from the swollen slit to soak his paw and my balls. Every few teases at my tip, he would stroke down the entire length of my cock and then back up again before traveling back down and then letting go to pet at my tip.
He said nothing, but there was an obvious sense of control he possessed and he didn't hesitate to make sure I knew he was in charge of what was happening. Keeping me in a constant haze of pleasure, Scott massaged the front of my neck, squeezing the muscles there and firmly holding onto the skin. I couldn't help but purr as he so utterly violated whatever innocence I might be foolish enough to claim existed. With more sensuality than a pole dancer, he began to stroke his hard member between my cheeks, lightly enough not to spread them apart, but enough that they constantly clenched and shivered with every stroke down as his barbs pulled over the skin.
I let out an even throatier purr when I felt his paws leave my cock and travel north, stroking my chest fur and then coming to rest over my nipples. The metallic rings were pressed hard against the surrounding skin, their still cold temperature eliciting a sharp hiss from me.
"So sensitive, aren't we?"
Scott didn't give me much of a chance to answer, instead slipping a claw on each paw into the rings and pulling forward. Forced to follow his pull, I edged further downwards, finally losing my balance and falling forward onto the couch I had previously had him lying on. His claws turned upward and began rubbing over my trapped nipples while his teeth found purchase around the back of my neck, taking a strong hold of me as he began to grind into my ass, his precum drenching my black fur as he pressed ever harder into me. My gasps turned to moans as his tongue licked over my captive neck, his weight pressing my shaft against the couch.
Using his fingers to twist and pinch and pull at my nipples, I soon found myself growing closer to another climax. The ring I wore at the base of my length was designed to withhold the constant pressure of one terminated climax, and to allow any further climaxes to slowly drizzle out, leaving the wearer capable of having the feeling of true orgasmic release refused for as many times as their owner, or in this case, mate, wanted to without any worry of injury. I tried to moan out to Scott, but his paws pinched fiercely on my nipples and changed my attempted words into a series of hot and breathy hisses as pain singed through them.
"Does the kitten need to cum?"
Again, I tried to answer and again I was cut off as his pinching fingers now twisted my nipples. I let out a sharp cry and mewled at him as he held them there in their painful position. He seemed intent on keeping me from answering as his fingers then grabbed hold of the rings to keep my nipples firmly twisted and then drove his shaft deep into my anal crevice. I moaned as I felt it snake up the cleft of my rear, spreading my cheeks open as it closed in on my scrotum. My own shaft dangled south, the eight inch length pressed up against the edge of the bed I was laying on. It hotly dribbled precum in response to the stimulation underneath me and behind me, throbbing as Scott's barbed shaft began to rake over the now very sensitive line of skin tracing from behind my balls to the final destination his shaft was headed towards.
His pre was lubricating my entire crack and I could feel the copious fluid streaming down my scrotum to tickle over my balls. He made it a point to rub over my tailstar, even stopping to purposely dribble a few drops onto my pucker. My nipples stung from the constant pulling and twisting that Scott was administering to them with my rings, keeping them hard and well attended to as he bit at my neck and ground into my behind. He was all over me and our heat was infectious. He was soon growling on top of me, making a scene out of drawing moans from me, at one point getting me to mewl at him as he twisted my nipples and then held the ring there and began to poke straight up at the tensed nubs.
Using that as a distraction, he suddenly changed positions, drawing his hips back and lifting up on his haunches a bit to line his shaft up perfectly with my entrance. I squirmed underneath him, desperately trying to alleviate the pain I felt in my nipples, but he easily held me down with his weight and his firm hold on the sapphire rings. He began pressing forward, softly at first. Already, I was biting my lips, hissing as his tip ground against my anal ring. With how unoften we actually fucked, it was always a tight entry and required several minutes of mutual work to make a comfortable penetration for us both.
I held him down by his rings, listening to him nearly whimper as the sharp pain throbbed through those nubs. It was his decision to wear them and he didn't hesitate to accept it when I told him that they would be incorporated in our sexual play. Jack wasn't a huge fan of pain, but it was always intense with his nipples and he never asked me to stop when we were engaged or even when we weren't. His quick, shallow breathing told me that I was getting to him, especially when I felt his quivering tailhole begin to expand, his sphincter ever so slowly losing the battle as they always did.
My hips kept a consistent force on his ass, the tip finally driving home, the first inch sinking in and then being viciously squeezed on as my panther moaned out in both pleasure and pain. I could feel him trying still to relieve the sensation my claws were so gleefully creating, but his pulls were weak and easily fended off as what he was trying to relieve was also what was captured in my grasp. Taking a more firm hold of his neck with my maw, I pushed my hips forward with a little bit more strength, the pressure he was forcing on my penetrating shaft causing me to coat his walls with a constant stream of precum, lubricating him as I sank further into his depths.
His moans drove me ever forward as my primal desire to dominate and to breed kept trying to overtake me, but I held them off for now, taking care to not rend his ass open for the simple sake of my own pleasure. Thankfully, even with his rump's valiant resistance, I was making more and more progress, another inch inside of him. I could feel that inner wall clenching on my shaft, still fighting it, but it wouldn't be too much further before my shaft would elicit a completely different response from his flesh. Hissing a little bit, I felt his claws twitch up against my side, but looking down I knew it was involuntary. The continued pain in his nipples had started to really work on him.
Panting with short, shallow breaths, he whined and mewled out into the darkness, but there was also that feral instinct coming out of him as well. The pain was sensation and that combined with his neck being held in my jaws and my shaft stabbing into his bowels was beginning to overwhelm him. Holding him down for just a few seconds more, I pumped some more precum into his rear before driving forward, meeting heavy resistance for another inch or so before the rest of my length slammed into him, my balls slapping hard against his own as I fully sank into him.
I mewled out on last time and then collapsed as much as a panther being skewered and held down against cushioned furniture could. His paws finally let go of my nipples, allowing the nearly numb nubs to relax, the bundles of nerves, however, still sent continuous shockwaves of pain through me as did my ass that now was housing seven inches of cathood. Claws dug into my sides, holding me steady as Scott ground into my claimed asshole. The snow leopard rested inside of me, purring as my inner flesh pulsed and hugged around his length. Precum helped to soothe the feeling of pain and it soon became a mere uncomfortable inconvenience.
After a minute's wait or so, Scott began to drag his cock back, sliding out a few inches before slipping back in, each movement as controlled as mine had been when we had first started. Letting out another moan, I shuddered as he pulled out and kept sliding in, taking it slowly to help stretch my muscles out before really getting to the meaty parts. His soft thrusts back and forth also began to stimulate that hidden muscle deep in the roots of my shaft. It pulsed with each thrust forward, sending a little surge through my crotch.
More moans escaped my maw as he gently worked me, my ass loosening up as the flesh slid in and out of me. His constant stream of precum made the movement easier on the both of us and soon I could feel him increasing the length and speed of his thrusts, now pulling all the way back to his tip before swiftly, but still smoothly, sending his member surging back into me. We were both spurting precum out in large amounts, my awkwardly bent cock aching from its desire to stand up straight. Each thrust into me had my prostate sending bolts of ecstasy coursing through me and it began to feel as though I was on fire.
Huffing out, I moaned as I finally started to get full leverage on Jack, allowing me to safely plunge into his hot depths and back out. There wasn't much in the way of resistance on my end as I had been so worked up by his show that I was already on edge. Choosing to not hold back, I began to work my snow leopard body harder and quicker, my humps fueled by my adrenaline and the moans and breathy gasps my panther kept treating me to. I knew how much he wanted it and I did all I could to feed him as much in the way of pleasure that I could. Both of us were close to orgasms, but I was trying to get mine off first so I could pay him back for all the work he put into this with a well-deserved blowjob.
My paws held him and were joining in the action, helping to pull him back into me when I thrust forward and push him back as I reloaded for another pump into him. His hole was slick with my precum and it had begun to seep out of his ass, creating the quiet lewd noises of sex as the fluids and air were constantly squelched out every time I lunged into his depths. My balls began to tingle and tighten as I drove into my panther, my lips nursing his neck. With a purr and then a loud groan, I felt the heat rush into me, my vision going white as volcanic lava flew through my length and began pouring into Jack's rump in thick spurts. Clamping my paws around his waist, I let his neck go and yowled up to the ceiling as spurt after spurt of my cream claimed him, the large volume filling him completely and then drooling out of his speared rump.
I felt him push in the whole way and I knew what was coming. His erratic thrusts had been the first sign and I honestly hadn't expected him to last all that long. When I felt the first wave of liquid heat pulse into me, I nearly came, but the ring held back and there just wasn't enough stimulation yet for a climax to occur. Each warm wave caused me to just relax even more in my snow leopard's grasp, my eyes closing in pleasure and my tongue slipping out of my maw to laze outside of my jaws. I couldn't have felt more pre-orgasm satisfied even with a porn star, I was sure of it.
He stayed inside me for a few minutes, the both of us catching our breaths after such a glorious romp. I could feel his seed oozing down my scrotum and coating my sac, but it wasn't until the warm, thick semen began streaming down my own, rock solid cock, that I began to notice my own need again. It rushed over me like a tsunami and I found myself shivering in his grasp as my dick immediately began to throb again, demanding attention and leaving me a slave to its needs. My paws clenched behind my back, still chained together and I moaned out in desperate lust, trying to inform Scott of the devilish craving between my legs.
"Don't worry Jack, you deserve this."
With that, he slid out of me and used his paws to turn me around, finally allowing my shaft to slap up to my chest, sending a long spurt of precum to race over my entire body, splattering finally on the bottom of my chin. My ringed cock stood firm and announced its desire with each throb and I nearly howled in ecstasy when his paw touched it, giving it a squeeze before he brought his head over it and slid the entire length in. I howled then and lurched forward in an instinctual desire for release, my back arching in a blazing craving for its climax, the warmth of his maw surrounding it already bringing it mere seconds away from release.
"God, the ring! Scott, p...please take it off."
I didn't hesitate to respond to Jack's wishes, my teeth finding the metallic demon that teased him so much. Using my tongue to lubricate it the best I could, I pulled up, feeling it tug at Jack's shaft before it gave in and slid off with my maw. I deposited it underneath the footrest that my panther was lying and desperately moaning on before diving back down to his cock. Using one of my paws to slip back into his passage, one of my fingers found his prostate and I started to rub over it, my ears flicking in glee as I heard him howl and then his whole body tensed.
My roar was overwhelmed by the rush of wind that seemed to fly through my mind. I couldn't see anything other than a white screen and I couldn't hear anything but the loud rush in my ears as pleasure I had never felt before held me captive, running over my whole body again and again and again before it finally centered in on my cock and the feeling of the hot maw it sat in. Unimaginable heat coursed from my balls to my sheath and then overflowed by already filled shaft, flooding the gates and causing Scott to nearly choke on the first thick, long spurt.
I couldn't even think of swallowing what he was producing, instead pulling off a few inches and stroking over the exposed length with my other paw that wasn't currently tickling his most sensitive region. Even letting the cum drool back down his member proved to be too much and finally, I just pulled off and caressed and rubbed his spewing length, lacing long lines of panther spunk to stain his chest and neck while he just shuddered in glorious pleasure.
Taking the advantage to look down at my beautiful panther, I imagined how lucky I had to have been to get in with such a hot and loving feline. Life hadn't smiled on me very much before then, but if was what I had to look forward to for the long term future, then I no longer cared about what the past had been like. I brought my tongue down to lick over his limply throbbing length, a few more pulses of cum streaming down his spent staff as his breaths echoed off the walls. Not caring about the mess, I laid down on top of him, my paws immediately unhooking the chains from around his wrists. His paws wrapped around my back and head and we kissed in one long embrace before I found the clutches of sleep overtaking us both.
I purred as I felt blood rush back into my freed paws and I quickly wrapped them around Scott, pulling his maw downward to meet mine as we used the little time we had before sleep overcame us to make out in the afterglow. Never once in my life did I ever imagine having a relationship like this, always believing that it just wasn't meant to be for those of us who were asexual, but sometimes, life threw you a curveball and the only thing you could do was to swing at it. I guess this panther had just gotten lucky and hit an out of the park homerun. I had no complaints.
Soon, the two of us were lost in each other and in our dreams, each randomly wandering through the world of our subconscious minds. We flew and we swam and we danced. We dreamt of running under the moonlight and bathing in the sunlight, or hunting prey and climbing trees, but most importantly, we dreamt of each other.