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Cabin Fervor

A sequel for New to the Neighborhood

I was lying on my back in bed. An ordinary occurrence for a Friday night, of course. But tonight was special, for two main reasons. One, I was lying in Wyatt's bed rather than my own, and we were both quite horny.

And two, I was handcuffed to the headboard, so it wasn't like I could leave, even if I actually wanted to.

Lying on top of me, the tiger's strong, fluffy body was pressed firmly against my own. He nuzzled his cheeks against me, purring like a little motor, then took a moment to gently nibble on my neck. We had already had our fun—my rear was still leaking cum as this all happened—but I suspected a 2nd round was all but inevitable, after our kinky cuddle session anyways.

“Say, Caleb, I've meaning to ask you about something," he murred out softly, looking at me with that signature, seductive and alluring grin he always had. “I've brought up your name to a few of my close friends."

“Oh yeah?" I replied after emitting a soft moan, drawn out by the tiger's tongue slowly dragging along my neck.

“Yes!" he replied excitedly. “I've been bragging about you quite a lot, and...well, they'd love to meet you."

“Bragging, huh?" I couldn't help but blush. “Bragging about what exactly, I wonder?"

“Well...a number of things! I suppose I should warn you, you'd be expected to serve them the same way you serve me." He snickered to himself and grinned.

“Oh?" I chuckled—perhaps a bit nervously, as the idea did make me feel a bit uneasy. But just hearing the tiger mention the idea also sent coursing waves of excitement through me.

“It sounds like a lot of fun," I replied earnestly. “I'd love to meet them."

“Great!" Wyatt exclaimed, brimming down at me brightly. He pressed his nose against mine, gazing deeply into my eyes, and I could even catch a faint blush crossing his cheeks as well. “I love you, Caleb, you know that?" he said softly. “You're amazing."

“I love you too, big guy," I uttered, smiling back at him happily. Never before had I felt so warm and loved.

Wyatt leaned into me and planted a tender kiss on my lips, snaking his muscular arms around me to hug me as close to him as he could. He slid his tongue into my mouth, wrestling playfully against mine—an effort I combated for a few short, feeble moments, but ultimately I submitted and let the tiger explore my mouth as he pleased.

After making out for a few minutes, he finally pulled away, grinning at me mischievously as he sat up and inched forward atop me, until his heavy form was seated firmly atop my upper chest. His cock—once again hard and throbbing, not to my surprise—poked forward and prodded tellingly against my lips.

“Time for round two, pet," he cooed alluringly. “Get sucking."

I blushed and smiled up at my master, but responded only by opening my mouth, accepting the eagerly pulsing tip of his dick as he pushed it into me. Our night of fun was far from over.

(...)

It was in the cold, winter month of January—five months after Wyatt and I had started our relationship, back in August—that all this was happening. It had been a good few months. I was fitting in well with my new job, I made a few additional friends at our apartment complex, and while Wyatt was often busy with his police duties, we still saw each other as often as we could.

It was snowing, windy, and about 20° as we left the apartment together, hand-in-paw as we strolled to Wyatt's car.

“How could you not be cold?" I inquired sharply, observing the tiger, who was dressed in nothing but exercise shorts and a muscle shirt, with tennis shoes on his feet. Meanwhile I had a down coat, boots, a thick pair of sweatpants, a wool hat, mittens, and a scarf neatly wrapped around my face. I was still shivering. “Just looking at how thinly you're dressed is giving me frostbite."

“It's all this thick fur!" he replied with a chuckle. “And muscle," he added, glancing back at me and flexing his biceps before turning to hoist the trunk door of his car open. Both of us flung our duffel bags in. Wyatt shut the trunk, and then we both hopped into the front of the car, with Wyatt in the driver's seat, and me beside him in the passenger's seat. The first thing I did was reach over and turn the heaters onto their max setting.

“Now it's gonna get too hot in here!" Wyatt quipped.

“Then take off your clothes," I remarked jokingly, giving him a playful shove.

“Maybe when we get out onto the country roads," Wyatt replied, smirking. “That actually might be kinda fun, to drive naked."

“I wouldn't complain," I said, returning the smirk. Shifting out of park and pushing down on the pedal, Wyatt started driving, taking us out on the beginning of our weekend adventure.

As Wyatt had explained to me earlier, we'd be driving for about an hour before we got to our destination, a small town a ways away from the city where we lived. Living in the small town was a friend of Wyatt's named Byron, who supposedly owned a large and accommodating home. He'd invited Wyatt and a number of their other close friends over to spend the weekend, and when Wyatt asked Byron if he could bring his pet, he answered with what Wyatt claimed was a very enthusiastic yes.

The drive there was pretty casual. The two of us chattered away at various subjects—how work had been going, our favorite video games, the like—and once we made it out into the sprawling, open country, Wyatt diligently followed my “advice" from earlier. He stopped the car on the side of the road and removed all the clothes from his body. The intention was of course to continue driving, but one thing led to another, and it wasn't until ten minutes later that I finished sucking his dick and gulping down a sticky load of tiger cum. We would've continued for longer, but taking note of the continually worsening snowstorm, we decided we best be on our way before the roads got too bad.

“The weather really got going, didn't it?" Wyatt inquired, his eyes focused keenly on the road. “Think a blizzard is coming?"

“Actually, according to my weather app...it's already hit the western half of the state," I answered as I scrolled through the forecast on my phone.

“Shit. That's where everyone else is coming from," Wyatt said, letting out a deep sigh. “I hope they all made it to Byron's without too much trouble."

The snowstorm got worse, and quickly. Towards the end of our drive we were barely able to see the road ahead of us at all, but thankfully it was at that point we finally pulled into the long driveway leading up to Byron's home.

“Alright, we're here!" Wyatt exclaimed cheerfully, powering the car down and then turning to face me.. “You ready to head in?"

“Yeah of course," I replied. “Were you planning on putting any clothes on?"

“Nah, I'll be fine," he answered with a chuckle and a grin, looking down at his naked body. “I'd just end up taking them off again soon, anyways. There is something I need you to wear, though."

I raised an eyebrow. “And that is?"

Wyatt reached to the seat behind him and pulled out a collar and leash, giving me a teasing smirk. “Just this."

I nodded and chuckled, although a bit nervously—we weren't even out of Wyatt's car and I was already being designated as the night's pet, for him and likely all the other guys too. I tried to imagine how rough Wyatt often was with me, then times eight...as much as the thought excited me, it also sent a wave of anxiety through my head. I opted to not say anything, though, and just accepted the collar as Wyatt buckled it around my neck.

“Hey, don't be too nervous, buddy," Wyatt said softly, placing a paw on my chin and offering me a warm smile. He obviously sensed my apprehension—over the past few months I'd quickly learned how incredibly perceptive the large feline was. “If at any point tonight things become more rough than you're comfortable with, let me know, the other guys and I will ease up. Okay?"

I smiled back and gave Wyatt a small nod. “Yeah, alright. I'll let you know. But until then, don't feel like you need to hold back. I'm your pet, go ahead and treat me as rough as you like."

The tiger leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Alright, my sweet little pet. I love you." He slipped his shoes on—I suppose he didn't want to get his feet too wet from all the snow—but tossed the rest of his discarded clothes into his duffel bag, then handed it and my own bag to me. “You carry the stuff in, alright, my pet?"

“Yes, master," I replied, happily taking the bags for him. He grinned at me, then pulled the car door open, and the two of us stepped out. The tiger was of course still buck-naked and seemingly comfortable, as hard as that was for me to believe.

Once at the door, Wyatt gave it a few raps with one paw, while the other clung firmly to my leash. A moment later, the door swung open, and standing in front of us was a beefy, muscular lion with a large, fluffy mane of fur that was braided in some parts, and amber-colored eyes. He was sparsely dressed, wearing just a pair of shorts and shiny green pendant hanging around his neck.

“You made it!" Byron exclaimed in a deep, growly baritone, a toothy grin on his face. He swung his arms open wide and hugged Wyatt tightly, clearly not even caring that his friend's partially-erect schlong was hanging out in the open, rubbing against the lion's leg as they hugged. Wyatt grinned too as he hugged the lion back, giving him a few pats on the back.

“We did make it! Thankfully," Wyatt replied, glancing at the wildly blowing snow behind him as they pulled away from the hug. “I have a feeling we might be snowed in tomorrow."

“Indeed we might," Byron said. Then he turned to me, a nasty smirk on his face. “And this must be Caleb, then?"

Wyatt returned the smirk and nodded. “He sure is. I look forward to letting you guys get to know him better."

“As do I," Byron said, stepping back into his house and motioning for Wyatt and myself to enter. “Please, come in!"

Wyatt stepped inside and wiped his shoes off on the rug by the door, as did I, being led in after him by the leash tethered to my neck.

“You can have your pet put your bags down over by the couch for now," Byron said, pointing to the living room. Wyatt unclipped my leash and gave me a small nod—an obvious signal for me to follow Byron's directions. I pulled my shoes off and went to put the bags down.

“Ahem," I heard Wyatt mumble a moment after I finished. Looking back at him, I saw him motion down to his feet, a gesture that clearly said, Don't forget about my shoes, pet. It was common procedure for me to take them off for him, but being in a new and unfamiliar place, it must've slipped my mind. I hurried back over to him and knelt down at his feet, carefully pulling one shoe off and then the other, exposing the large footpaws that I knew so intimately underneath.

“Heeeeey!" said an unfamiliar voice; a light tenor it was, much in contrast to the deeper tones of Wyatt and Byron. “Haven't seen you in forever, Wyatt. How you doing?"

Getting back to my feet and looking over at the unfolding scene, I saw that this other individual was a lynx. He had dark black fur along most of his body, speckled with grayish-white spots, while his paws, underbelly, the tip of his short, fluffy tail and his legs below the knee were adorned with an aesthetically contrasting white. He wore a gray tank-top and booty shorts, and while he had a much leaner build than Wyatt or Byron, his figure was still muscular and well-built. Perhaps his most unique feature however were his eyes—while the right one was a lofty sky-blue color, the left was a deep, emerald-like green.

“Dale!" Wyatt exclaimed, rushing over to his other feline friend and giving him a hug. “I've been doing fine."

“Good to hear!" he replied, before redirecting his gaze to me and smirking deviously. “This is your guy?"

“More like his little pawslave, I've heard," Byron remarked with a chuckle, giving both Dale and Wyatt a playful nudge on the shoulder. He looked at me and licked his lips, baring his teeth as he smirked. “I can't wait to have some fun with him, Wyatt."

“Same here," Dale chimed in.

“Well, about time you start serving your feline superiors," Wyatt said as he glanced at me, wearing just as big and nasty of a grin as the other two. “Strip down."

His command was simple and straight to the point. I removed my heavy winter gear first, then my shirt, pants and socks, until I stood before the three promiscuous felines wearing nothing more than a small, tight-fitting pair of briefs. Each of them was glaring at me with the same carnal, hungry look in their eyes. If I could've seen my face, I'm sure I would've been blushing three shades darker than I ever had before.

“He's a cutie, that's for sure," Dale remarked, waltzing over to me with a playfully inquisitive look on his face. He placed one paw on my chest and the other on my bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. I looked down and watched as he traced those soft, gentle paws down along my body, carefully inspecting every inch of me. I was trembling—partly from my nerves, and partly from excitement. My instinct might've been to teeter back a step or two, but the lynx had inched his way forward and slipped his footpaws on top of my own feet, his clawed toes gently curling over my own and holding me in place. All I could muster was a quick glance at his face, but what I saw was enough to prove he was enjoying himself quite a bit.

“Hey, now. Don't be thinking you can steal him all for yourself," Byron warned, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms across his chest as he watched. “Wyatt said we could share him tonight."

“I know, I know," the lynx mumbled in a sing-song sort of voice, not bothering to stop his prodding or reply to the lion's statement any further.

“You know Dale," Wyatt mentioned to Byron with a small chuckle. “This is his thing. He's testing him out, getting a feel for him."

One of Dale's paws found its way to my crotch, where it gave a firm squeeze to the rapidly growing bulge in my briefs. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at his delicate, teasing touch.

“Aww! He's excited," Dale said with a giggle, glancing back at Byron and Wyatt.

“Yeah, you're groping him. Go figure," Byron replied, rolling his eyes and sighing.

“By the way," Wyatt asked as he turned to Byron, interrupting the banter of the other two felines. “Do you know if any of the other guys were planning on making it here?"

Byron shook his head. “Unfortunately, they all cancelled. The snowstorm got too thick. So it's just the four of us tonight."

“Ah, shoot," the tiger said, looking disappointed. “I guess poker is out of the question then. That wouldn't be much fun with just three players."

“We'll figure something else out," Byron said, turning and walking away, towards the living room. “Come on guys! Let's go sit down, we'll talk about it."

Dale followed closely behind the lion, while Wyatt and I trailed behind him, making our way to a spacious area with three large couches encircling a coffee table, and a large flat-screen TV perched at the wall on the far end, with more gaming consoles hooked up to it than I could count. Each of the felines took one, and Wyatt invited me to sit next to him with a few gentle pats on the cushion next to him. I sat down.

“Duuuuuuuuude!" Dale exclaimed, picking up the case of a video game sitting on the coffee table. “You got Reign of Fury 2?!"

“Yup! Picked it up just the other day," Byron replied. “It's super fun. The campaign mode is single player only but there's a PvP multiplayer battle mode too."

“Hmm…" Dale mumbled, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Here's an idea. Why not make it a competition? After each round the winner gets to order Wyatt's little slave around. And at the end whoever gets the most wins gets Caleb and his services all to themselves for a few hours—three or four, how about."

“Yeah! I like that," Byron agreed enthusiastically.

“Just one thing," Wyatt pondered aloud, shooting a playful grin in my direction. “He's already my pet all the time, so that doesn't exactly give me a whole lot of incentive to win."

“Are you suggesting something?" Dale inquired, raising an eyebrow. “What else can we pitch into the deal? Money? A blowjob?"

“Well…" Wyatt began, pausing and smirking at both his fellow felines. “I was thinking maybe I could get to toy around with one of you two as well, if I win the competition."

“Alright then," Byron said. “If you win, you get to boss around Dale and Caleb. How does that sound?"

“Heeeey, that's not fair!" Dale quipped, glaring at Byron. “He should be able to pick either of us as the additional servant. Just because you're all macho and whatnot doesn't mean you can just exempt yourself like that."

Byron—with a faint but detectable blush on his face, I noticed—crossed his arms and grumbled, directing his gaze away from Dale. Clearly he was a very proud lion, and the idea of serving any of his fellow males was a hostile attack on his masculinity.

“How about this, Byron…" Wyatt offered understandingly. “Whoever wins the competition will get both Caleb and whoever comes in last place as their playthings. That way, all three of us have the chance to win a temporary slave, or are potentially at risk for becoming one."

“Hmm…" the lion mumbled, staring at his feet for a moment. Then he looked up and smirked excitedly. “I'll agree to that. But just so you guys know, I'm the one who's gonna win."

“Yeah?" Wyatt answered with a grin. “We'll see about that."

Dale grinned first at Byron, then over to Wyatt and myself, giving us a charming little wink as he picked up a controller and leaned back into the couch. “Can't wait to have two of you lovelies as my playthings."

“Don't count on it," Byron grumbled, grabbing a controller for himself and booting up the console. Wyatt grabbed one as well, then turned to me. “For now, why don't you go fetch us snacks and drinks like an obedient little pet?"

“Yeah! I left a bunch of stuff out on the counter," Byron said, shooting me a glance. “Why not get it all into bowls and cups and bring it over to us while we do a few warmup rounds."

“Yes sir," I replied dutifully, turning and marching off to Byron's kitchen. Behind me, I saw Wyatt lean back in his now-vacant couch, kicking his feet up and giving his semi-hard cock a casual stroke before gripping his controller firmly and selecting his character.

Byron's kitchen—much like the rest of his house, or rather what I had seen up to that point—was remarkably well-kempt, and had a particularly nuanced aesthetic. Despite his macho, laid-back personality, he seemed to care quite a lot about the visual appeal of his home.

I opened his cupboards, searching around for a bit until I finally found a stack of colored plastic bowls, perfect for holding snacks. I pulled them out, filling each one to the brim with a different snack—pretzels in one, doritos in another, etc.—and then bringing each one out to the guys, placing them on the coffee table in a neat little arrangement. After that I went back and pulled the drinks out of their fridge, along with four cups from the cupboards, and brought those out as well. The whole ordeal took quite a few trips, giving me ample time to observe the game screen—from what I could tell, the three of them were pretty evenly balanced, although I knew from experience that Wyatt could be a bit clumsy when it came to not falling off edges.

When I was finished, Wyatt waved his paw at me, beckoning me over. “Come sit down and watch for now, we're about to start the first round. Right?" he said, glancing at Dale at Byron after tacking that last question to the end.

“I'm about ready to kick your asses, so...yeah, for sure," Dale said with a snicker.

“That's a load of bullshit, Dale," Byron grumbled, intently staring at the screen as he grabbed a fistful of chips and hungrily shoved them into his maw. “The trophy tonight will be mine and mine alone."

Wyatt chuckled and glanced back at me with an amused expression just before the round started. “We're very competitive, as you can see. But over a prize as good as you, how could we not be?"

I smiled back at him and nodded, then turned my focus to the TV. This would likely be my only opportunity to watch, as I'd be busy servicing them after this match's outcome.

A round of the game didn't appear to be too long—only about five or six minutes if I had to guess. It was very exciting to watch, with bright lights flashing, weapons blazing, and this building or that spontaneously exploding in a constant array of color and noise. The three of them were exceptionally loud and rambunctious as well, swearing at one another or suddenly jumping up in their seats as soon as something critical to the match's outcome came about.

And then, with a truly stunning finishing move, Byron pulled off the competition's first victory. The lion jumped up from his couch and pumped his arms in enthusiasm, much in tandem with his avatar on the screen.

“Ha! One down for me, it looks like," he muttered with a grin. He turned and pointed a clawed digit towards me. “Looks like you're all mine, pet."

“What would you like?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck as I blushed nervously.

“My bedroom is down the hall and to the left," Byron instructed. “My slippers should be lying on the floor in there. Go fetch them. And get on all fours, like a true pet. Carry my slippers back here with your mouth."

Without another word, I simply nodded and dashed off to Byron's room, intending to please him to the best of my ability. His room was of a decent size, with a large king-sized bed—tidy and well-kempt, of course—although based on the lack of a TV or anything else interesting, I suspected Byron wasn't the sort to spend much time in there, besides when he was sleeping.

When I arrived back in the living area with the slippers clamped firmly in my mouth, the guys had already started another intense match, this time with Dale clearly in the lead with points. I lowered myself as close to the ground as I could as I crawled past them, trying to avoid disrupting their views of the TV.

Byron—who was now sprawled back lazily in his seat, his naked footpaws resting on the soft carpet below—didn't bother looking at me when I returned, his gaze intently focused on the screen. Instead he simply said, “Put them on, then stay where you are. You're gonna be my footstool."

Just as he instructed, I slipped the slippers onto his paws one after the other, carefully examining his large, padded feet and clawed toes, silently hoping he'd order me to take a closer look at them later. Then, still on all fours, I shifted into position beside the couch, allowing the lion to heave his feet up and rest them on my back for the remaining duration of the round.

A few minutes later, and the victory screen popped up—this time in honor of Dale. After I got up from underneath Byron's feet, the lynx gave me a charming grin and invited me over with a small wave. “C'mere little dumpling, we're gonna have some fun."

“Uhh…'little dumpling,' Dale?" Wyatt asked. Both he and Byron uttered a blaring slew of laughter as they started setting up the next match.

Dale rolled his eyes. “He's adorable and savory, that's all I mean to say." He slipped a paw under my collar and tugged me over onto the couch, right beside him so that my chest was pressing against the side of his.

“I know you're horny, pet, so I'm gonna be nice and let you get some of it out of your system. Go ahead and hump my leg," he said, then lifting an arm up and wrapping it around my head, pushing my face into his armpit. “You can sniff my musk too."

“Mhmm," I mumbled softly, doing exactly as he suggested without a second thought. I inhaled deeply, loving the musky smell from his fuzzy armpits, all the while grinding my quickly growing hard-on against his thigh with slow, intimate hip movements.

The lynx had a demanding presence, but at the same time he was also rather gentle, and he had a particularly alluring tone of voice that made me tingle all over and smile. He of course knew full well that I wanted to serve him like an obedient pet just as much as he wanted me to, and as such he traded forcefulness for charm and subtle coercion. In the back of my head, I silently started hoping for his victory.

All too soon, and the round came to an end—although I was pleased to see that Dale had once again won the match, bringing his victory total to two.

“That's fuckin' cheap…" I heard Byron mutter, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh a moment later.

And so, I stayed there with Dale. This time he instructed me to give his paws some attention, which I eagerly obliged to do. As match four went into action, I got down on my knees below him, bringing my face up close to the lynx's paws. Compared to Wyatt's or Byron's, they weren't nearly as broad, but they were still soft and encompassing as Dale gently rubbed them against my face, his toes prodding and pressing against my temples. I inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of his musky scent, the sensation forcing a quiet moan out of me. I placed my hands on the upper side of each of his feet, rubbing and massaging them as I continued to smother my face against the padding underneath.

I could've stayed there with the spotted feline's footpaws for eternity and been perfectly happy, but unfortunately the round came to an end, this time with a new victor scoring a point: Wyatt.

“Hey there, bud!" Wyatt exclaimed with a smile as I crawled over onto his naked body and into his open arms. He gave me a tight hug, nuzzling and purring against my face. He was obviously very happy to see me. “About time I won a round, huh?"

“Haha, yeah," I replied, smiling back. “What do you want me to do for you, master?"

“Hmm…" he mumbled, taking a moment to think. Beneath me I suddenly felt something prod up against me excitedly—no doubt the tiger's unclothed member—and this seemed to give him an idea. “How about a blowjob?" he said with a grin.

“Jeez, Wyatt…" Byron mumbled, shaking his head as he chuckled. “You're such a hornball."

“Hey, it's only my third one today, shut up!" the tiger scolded jokingly, a reaction that only elicited laughter from the other two felines, as well as myself. I inched down off of Wyatt's body until I was on my knees in front of him, face to face with his excited, pulsing cock. As I listened to the next round begin behind me, I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the head of my master's cock, sucking on it diligently. Little by little I took more of it in, bobbing back and forth on it as I kept sucking. Wyatt let out a heavy moan, and I tasted a slow drizzle of precum oozing out from him.

As it happened, I was perhaps being a little bit too skillful with my mouth—looking up at Wyatt, I could see not only a look of pure ecstasy on his face, but also his paws fumbling with the buttons on his controller.

“Hell yeah!" Byron yelled, snagging another win for himself. “That's how you do it."

“Shit…" Wyatt muttered, leaning his head back on the couch as I slowly pulled my mouth off his cock, dripping in the tiger's warm, sticky cum. “Maybe that wasn't such a good plan…"

“Yeah, you think?" Dale chided in response. “Your performance that round was terrible, Wyatt. You were way too distracted."

“I sure hope this doesn't lead to you losing the competition, Wyatt," Byron said with a teasing smirk. “Or else you might be the one giving me that blowjob in just a bit."

Wyatt scowled and directed a firm, refocused gaze on the TV. “Just you watch, guys. I'll make a comeback."

I crawled back over to the lion, who glared down at me with a nasty smirk. “Thank you for getting me my slippers, pet. But after a few rounds, my feet are feeling rather hot and sweaty. Why don't you clean them up for me."

I nodded and reached for the slippers, easing each one off carefully, exposing the warm, sweaty footpaws underneath. I placed my face up close to the large padded bottoms of his paws and inhaled deeply, the incredibly musky scent overwhelming my senses to the point where I couldn't help but smother my face between the two paws, the sweat soaking into my hair.

“I want all that sweat licked up, you got that?" the lion ordered, the next match in progress. I mumbled an affirmative response, my tongue already busy licking along the length of one of his paws before he even finished. After dragging my tongue up and down over the entire sole of his foot, I turned to his clawed toes, being careful not to cut myself as I popped them into my mouth one by one, sucking them and moaning softly from the wonderfully warm and salty taste. After a few minutes he nudged my face with his other footpaw, a non-verbal command to switch to pleasuring it instead.

“Ha! My win again. That puts my in the lead," Dale boasted excitedly, pulling off yet another victory. I made my way back over to his couch as all three of the felines took a brief break to shovel snacks down their throats. Dale motioned for me to kneel down in front of him as he leaned back into his seat. “Time for some more foot-sucking, you adorable little pawslut," he cooed out.

As the next game commenced, I eagerly started lapping at the lynx's footpaws, sucking on his toes one by one, or on occasion fitting two of them in my mouth at once, slathering over them with my tongue in a desperate attempt to draw as much flavor from them as possible.

The next round concluded with a sudden and impressive victory from Wyatt, bringing an enthusiastic cheer from him as he raced over and snatched me from Dale, literally picking me up and carrying me back to his couch.

This time around, he seemed rather hesitant about having me do anything remotely sexual—considering the poor result of his last play session with me, of course—and so this time, he instead ordered me to hand-feed him snacks as he played the match. I'd grab a handful of doritos, feeding them to the tiger's hungry jaws, and occasionally helping him wash down the food by carefully pressing his glass of rootbeer to his lips and pouring it down his throat.

Round after round went by, each time exchanging me from one cat to the other, with each of them taking advantage of me to their heart's content. I went to Byron to lick and suck on his feet some more, then back to Wyatt to do the same to his, a much more familiar but no less delectable pair. Dale had me come over to him and massage his shoulders one round, then massage his paws during another, then feed him snacks during another, just as I had done with Wyatt. While the lynx and tiger seemed intent on keeping my content varied from round to round, Byron seemed much more intent on locking my focus solely on his footpaws.

Many rounds later, and it finally came time for the final match to begin. Despite Wyatt's many attempts to catch up to his competitors, he was unfortunately unsuccessful, and in this final stage of the game, he still lingered several points behind, an inevitable last-place finish for him. Dale and Byron were tied for the lead, and would now be fighting one-on-one for the championship title.

“I'm gonna be winning this, I hope you know," Byron sneered, shooting a fiery glance at all three of us, then letting his gaze linger on Wyatt as his muzzle curled up into a particularly wicked smirk. “I especially can't wait to make Wyatt my submissive little bitch."

“I hope Dale wins," Wyatt muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Oh don't worry, I will," Dale announced gleefully. He had won the last round, and therefore I was under his control during this fateful battle. He turned to me and mumbled thoughtfully, stroking his chin as he pondered what command to give me.

“Caleb," he said plainly after a long moment of silence. “For this finally round, I want you to go nuzzle and lick at Byron's crotch."

“Huh?" Wyatt mumbled aloud, voicing the confusion that all of us felt. There was a short moment of silence before the realization hit us.

“Oh, shit," Wyatt mumbled in awe, grinning at Dale and then over at Byron, who in turn was scowling in the lynx's direction.

“Seriously? That's the sort of shit you're gonna pull?" the lion growled. “Fuck you, Dale." He buried his face in his paws in an attempt to hide his fury and embarrassment. Having me focus so heavily on his paws made sense now—Byron was clearly being careful not to allow a more intimate distraction to get to his head.

“As we established earlier," Dale began with a wide smirk, “we get to boss Caleb around however we choose after winning a round. This is well within the rules. Just as Wyatt so kindly demonstrated to us earlier, stimulation applied to the crotch and a loss of focus are directly correlated. And thus, I came up with this lovely little idea earlier, but figured I'd save it until the end."

Byron grumbled and let out a heavy sigh, but didn't respond.

“Hey, it's not like you've lost yet," Wyatt suggested to the lion. “Just do your best to ignore it. That being said…" he began, turning to me with a teeth-baring grin. “Give him the best you've got."

“Ahem!" Dale articulated harshly, glaring in Wyatt's direction in a scolding manner—I was his pet at the time, not Wyatt's, so he obviously didn't appreciate the verbal intrusion. Then he turned his gaze to me with that same charming smile he wore every time he laid eyes on me. “Give him the best you've got, pet."

I nodded and then scurried over to the lion, who let out a deep sigh as he pressed a few buttons, gearing up the final round. “Don't try anything funny down there," he warned.

The game's deep, ominous-sounding announcer yelled, “Start!" and just a moment later, both the lion and lynx were furiously clicking away at their controllers, desperate to win the grand prize. Meanwhile, I lowered my face into the lion's crotch, still covered by his shorts. I took a moment to press my nose against his bulge—he was mildly hard, at least for the moment—and inhaled deeply, getting a good whiff of his incredibly musky scent before burrowing my face as far between the lion's thighs as it could go. I dragged my tongue along his package, sensing the faint taste of his sweat on the fabric cage concealing his privates.

For a minute or two, it seemed he was successful in keeping his focus. Then I felt a small twitch from under his shorts, and a few brief seconds later, an undeniably large and thick erection was pointing outward and prodding at my face. I had always considered Wyatt's cock to be quite large, and while it certainly was, it could barely compare to the heavy rod of meat throbbing excitedly against my face. His shorts were tight enough that I could even see the thing's shape—the round, bulging contour of the tip, and the swollen veins, pumping blood up and down its impressive length.

I dragged my tongue around the tip of his bulge in a circular pattern, then pressed my lips against it and sucked on it gently, at least as much as I could with it still being constrained by his shorts. I heard the lion let out a quiet, muffled moan, and then a short moment later, I tasted a sweet, warm fluid hit my tongue. His cock pulsed intensely beneath me as it oozed precum through his shorts and into my mouth, accompanied by a few pleasure-induced growls from the lion, continuously growing in volume.

Then the round concluded. I pulled my face away and looked at the screen, which—along with a disappointed growl from Byron and excited cheer from Dale—told me that the competition had concluded exactly as I had expected it to.

“Oh, don't feel too bad, hun," the lynx cooed out as he walked over to Byron and teasingly swished his tail against the larger feline's face. “At least you don't have to serve me. And hey, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll share one of them with you for a bit."

“Sure, sure, whatever," Byron muttered, rolling his eyes and lying back on the sofa in a state of tired exasperation. He turned his gaze down to his crotch, which was still hard and throbbing, my job having been left unfinished. He grabbed his shorts by the elastic waistband and slid them off his middle. His large dick plopped out against his chest, and he grabbed it firmly with both paws, starting to paw off with leisurely, alternating strokes.

“I know what we should do now! Let's go soak in your hot tub for a bit, Byron," Dale suggested with a grin, waving for him, Wyatt and myself to follow. “Nothing like a hot, relaxing bath to soothe your skin after an intense game, amiright?"

“You three go ahead," the lion grumbled, continuing to jerk off. “I'm gonna finish this first."

Dale let out an irritated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Byron. No need to be like that. Wyatt?" he said, turning to the tiger with his inquiry.

“Yeah?" the tiger replied, having just gotten to his feet.

“Go suck him off," Dale instructed, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me along with him. “You come with me, Caleb."

“O-okay!" I stuttered out, following close behind the lynx. The two of us were out of sight and into the next room in a matter of seconds, but I couldn't help but shoot a glance behind me before we vanished. In response to Dale's command, Wyatt had simply shrugged and nodded casually, then turned to Byron and knelt down in front of him. His muzzle opening and engulfing the lion's pulsing tip was the last thing I saw before Dale and I turned the corner, heading down a hall to Byron's indoor hot tub.

“You wanna watch them, don't you, pet?" Dale asked with an amused giggle. “Don't worry. There'll be plenty more to see later."

I nodded and continued to follow the lynx as he opened a door and led me inside. I silently hoped he was correct in his assertion—as much as I worshipped and looked up to Wyatt as my master, the idea of that large, muscular, domineering tiger being forced into the complete opposite of his ordinary role was more appealing to my fantasies than anything else I could think of.

The hot tub was fairly large—easily big enough to fit four people and keep considerable distance between them, although I suspected that wouldn't be necessary. There was a small panel on the wall by the entrance with several switches and dials to moderate the hot tub experience. Dale flicked a few of the switches to turn the whole system on, then adjusted the dial to a medium-hot temperature setting. Hot, steaming water started gushing out of the jets and filling the tub.

“There we go," Dale said with a pleased smirk, turning to me. “Now then. I suppose we ought to strip down now?"

Knowing that that was more of a command than a question, I slowly peeled my underwear down my legs and off. My cock was still hard, just as it had been for quite a while now. Finally freeing it from my constraining briefs felt quite nice.

Dale started stripping down as well, although he did so slow and methodically. Knowing full-well my eyes were glued to him, I figured he probably wanted to give me a show. He first pulled his tank-top over his arms and tossed it aside, then slowly slid his shorts downward, gently kicking them off once they were at his feet. He placed his paws on his hips and simply stood there pridefully for a long moment, his erection hanging out in front of him. While it wasn't nearly as large as Wyatt's or Byron's, it was still rather impressive for a feline of his size, being decently thick and quite long, with a slight, gentle curve to it as well.

“Well? How do I look?" the lynx murmured softly, grinning at me. “Tell your new master how badly you want to worship his body."

“Please, master…let me worship you," I uttered softly, blushing as I stared into the lynx's desirous eyes.

He held his arms open, inviting me over with a small wave. “C'mere then, pet."

I slowly stumbled over to him and into his arms. He wrapped them around me, hugging me close to his body. I could feel his paws firmly press into my back, and his erection rub up against my own as they were squeezed between my belly and his.

“Use those hands, pet. Feel all over your master's body," he whispered softly to me. “Your face too, and your tongue." His breath was warm against my face. I could feel the whole room rapidly growing hotter and more humid, the steam drifting through the air around us. Doing as he said, I started rubbing his back. My fingers carefully traced along the muscular contour of his back, feeling around his shoulder blades, then down along the small of his back. Meanwhile I nuzzled my face into his fuzzy neck, slathering his fur with my tongue as I gradually shifted my head downward.

After a couple minutes the lynx gently pushed me away. “The water should be nice and hot now," he said, motioning for me to follow him as he lifted one foot after the other into the hot tub and sat down within. I was one foot in when I shot a glance behind me, hearing the door creak open.

“Hey! Perfect timing," Dale remarked, waving at Byron as he swung the door open and marched in, now lacking in any clothes. “The water's nice, come on in."

“Excellent!" Byron exclaimed with a broad grin on his face, excitedly rushing over to the tub.

“The blowjob certainly must've cheered you up, huh?" Dale asked with a chuckle, grabbing my wrist and tugging me over to him once I had settled into the hot tub as well.

“See for yourself," the lion answered with a snicker, pointing a thumb behind him—Wyatt entered the room at that exact moment, closing the door behind him and wandering over to the tub as well, although with a much less confident stride than the lion. On his face were several large, parallel blotches of creamy white fluid, clinging to his fur like the glaze on a donut. The sight was surreal.

“Damn…" Dale muttered in awe, glancing from Wyatt to Byron with a big smirk on his face. “Those extra stripes look great on you, tiger."

“I know, right?" Byron replied with a loud cackle, lowering his first leg into the tub. “That isn't even half my load though. He gulped down the rest of it like a good kitty. Turns out tigers love the taste of lion milk. Isn't that right?" He gave the tiger a playful slap on the ass, accompanied by a growl and a toothy grin. In response the striped feline simply nodded and let out a soft mew, his cheeks sporting a bright red blush.

“C'mere, Wyatt," Dale ordered. “Come help your boyfriend here worship your new master." The lynx shot me a telling glare, and I quickly got to work, sifting my fingers through the wet fur covering his submerged body.

Byron lifted his other foot into the tub and slowly lowered his body into the hot, steaming water. Resting his bottom on the seat, he relaxed back and rested his arms on the edge of the tub, letting out a long, content moan. “This feels absolutely heavenly," he muttered softly, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

Wyatt was quick to follow the lion in, displaying similar signs of pleasure, but he of course had little choice but relinquish a relaxed posture for stumbling over to his new master, ready to serve. Dale lifted his legs up, his feet rising so that his toes were peeking up above the water, right in front of the tiger's face.

“Be a good kitty and lick your master's paws, alright?" Dale said softly, pressing his footpaws up against the tiger's face. His cheeks were bright red—no doubt he wasn't used to being in such a submissive position, but something in his expression also suggested he rather enjoyed being forced to submit like this, however embarrassed it might've made him. He gently grabbed one of Dale's feet in each paw, pressing them against his face and smothering himself in all their wet, musky glory. His tongue slipped out from his muzzle and started lapping along the lynx's soles, switching back and forth from one foot to the other.

Meanwhile, my hands were slowly feeling down the lynx's body—while one was gently rubbing against his side, the other had finally made its way to his crotch, feeling along his smooth, curved shaft. I gently gripped onto his cock at the base, then shifted my hand up and down a few times, giving my master long, sensual strokes.

“Mmmff...you know, pet," the lynx began, his speech broken up by intermittent moans, “why don't you and my cock become...a bit more intimately acquainted?" He smirked at me and wrapped a paw around the back of my head. “I would take a deep breath if I were you."

I barely even got the chance to react accordingly before Dale shoved my head down into the water, into his crotch. I had gasped for air and closed my mouth as he suggested, but I still felt an unpleasant sensation as some hot water gushed up into my nose. I tried to ignore it, feeling the head of Dale's cock press against my lips and knowing full well that that was a more pressing concern.

As Dale forced my head down further, I opened my mouth the slightest bit, allowing his cock to slide into my mouth without catching a mouthful of water at the same time. His length pulsed inside my mouth as I took it in inch by inch, slowly forced downward by the lynx's paw pushing down on me. I nearly made it all the way to the base before I started gagging, feeling his tip press into the back of my throat. His grip on me eased up for a short moment, guiding my head back up to alleviate the strain, just before pushing me back down. He continued to guide me up and down as I sucked passionately on his throbbing shaft, eventually making my way back down to the base. For a brief moment I held my composure, my lips kissing the lynx's crotch, before I started gagging again. This time Dale yanked my head back above the water, finally giving me a chance to breathe.

“Not bad, pet," Dale professed. “You've got a good mouth."

“I sure wouldn't mind trying him out for myself," Byron teased, watching us with ardent eyes from the other side of the tub.

“Alright then. Go ahead and give him a spin," Dale replied, giving me a gentle shove on the back. I waded through the tub over to the lion, passing Wyatt on the way, who was still hard at work with the Dale's footpaws—at the moment, he had four toes in his mouth, sucking on nearly the entire top half of one of the lynx's feet. He sooned pulled off however, drifting over to the lynx in response to his beckoning. “Time for you to service my cock, tiger," he cooed out alluringly.

“You ready to take the goliath?" Byron growled deeply to me, wearing a wicked grin on his muzzle. He heaved most of his body out of the water, instead choosing to sit down on the edge of the tub, with his feet planted firmly on the seat of the tub, underwater. He gave his thick, beefy cock a few lazy strokes, then motioned me over to him. “This blowjob will have to be above water. I wanna see your face as you take this massive rod of meat in."

I drifted up to the lion, kneeling in front of him with my knees on the seat, between his legs. I placed my hands on the lion's thighs, inching up close until my face was right in front of his crotch. Seeing it up close—and free from the restraint of clothing, unlike before—was absolutely surreal. The thing was practically a weapon, pointed up at my face like a cannon. Large, bolstering veins ran up and down over its entire length, and while it certainly was quite lengthy—perhaps just an inch or two longer than Dale's or Wyatt's—it was the cock's thickness that really made it massive. Its circumference at any select point was easily thicker than my own wrist, perhaps my entire forearm. Just looking at it made me nervous. How am I even supposed to even get my mouth around this thing? I pondered worriedly.

“I doubt you've ever seen one nearly as large," the lion mumbled softly, placing a paw on the side of my head and guiding my mouth to the head of his cock. “We'll go slow at first, don't worry."

Looking up at him, I blushed and replied with a small nod, then opened my mouth wide to take in his tip. Precum was already oozing out, dripping down along the side—I lapped it up and swallowed. Widening my jaws as much as I could, I continued to take the cock into my mouth bit by bit, guiding by the lion's gentle grip on my head. Even so, I could barely make it past the tip before I started choking on the massive sausage. Byron carefully eased me off, letting me settle into a slow, tempered rhythm as I sucked on his tip.

It was strange—the lion was considerably more gentle than before, during the game. It almost seemed out of character for him, although I figured it was entirely possible for him to have a gentler, more sensual side as well. Wyatt and Dale both did, after all.

“That's it, pet...mmmff…" he groaned out quietly, rolling his head back in ecstasy. “Damn...such a good little cockwarmer."

I tasted more precum leak out onto my tongue. After a few long minutes of sucking the lion's dick, he pushed down on my head—a little bit more forcefully this time—and by some miracle, I managed to fit nearly half of his entire girth into my mouth before it simply wouldn't go any further in. “Uunnhh...be a good pet and gulp it all down," Byron moaned out. In a short frenzy of huffing and moaning, the lion started cumming for the second time in just the past hour, sending several warm ropes of cum shooting down my throat. I gagged hard, struggling to contain as much of the cock as was in me, but I gulped down hard on the lion's milk just as he ordered, swallowing as much of it as I could before the flow of it outpaced me and it started spilling out the sides of my mouth.

I pulled off slowly, coughing and finally catching my breath. Byron was looking down at me with a warm, pleased smile on his face. I looked back up at him as he reached a paw down and rubbed a finger along my mouth, wiping up all the cum on my face. Then he prodded the finger into my mouth. “There you go, pet, lick up the rest of your treat," he purred. I sucked on the clawed digit and licked around it with my tongue, slurping up and swallowing the rest of his cum.

“I know my dick is a bit too much to fit into the mouths of most guys, especially a pathetic little human like you," Byron said softly, his eyes glaring down on me. His expression suddenly turned rather stern. “But don't get the wrong idea here. This entire thing is going in your ass later tonight. And I won't be gentle."

I gulped down hard. There's that aggressive, assertive lion I'm much more familiar with, I thought.

Behind me I heard a loud, passionate moan—likely the sound of Dale, cumming into or onto Wyatt, I figured. Byron ruffled my hair, then stood up and stepped out of the pool, stretching out his limbs as he lumbered a few steps away.

“I think that's enough hot tub time for tonight, yeah?" Byron inquired, shooting a glance to Dale. He and the tiger stood up and started heaving themselves out as well.

“I suppose so," Dale mumbled in response. He opened up a closet near the tub and pulled out a few towels, tossing one to Byron, then one to Wyatt and I each. “Come clean up your master," he ordered simply to the two of us.

Wyatt and I lumbered out of the tub and over to Dale. I kneeled down to help dry his lower half, while the tiger remained standing to work on his upper half. Together we kneaded the towels through his wet fur, soaking up the steamy water as we scrubbed him top to bottom. Having a bit more work to do up top than I did down below, Wyatt was still drying off Dale's shoulders by the time I was done.

“Looks like someone could use another task to keep him occupied," Dale mumbled, smirking down at me. He gave a small, telling tap to one of his ass cheeks. “Why not give your master some attention here?"

Still on my knees, I waddled over to the lynx's backside and placed my hands on his thighs. While I gently squeezed and rubbed up and down his thighs, I nuzzled my face right up into his ass, feeling the warmth of his fuzzy cheeks flow into my skin. For a long moment I simply rubbed my face up against those cheeks, kissing them softly in sensuous admiration.

Then Dale reached his paws behind him, grabbing a cheek in each paw and spreading them out wide. He gave no verbal command, but what he wanted was obvious. I pressed my face between his cheeks, taking a moment to inhale the wonderful, musky smell of his rear before sticking my tongue out and dragging it over his hole. Hearing him let out a soft, passionate moan from above, I lapped around the lynx's anus a few times, then prodded my tongue against his hole again, briefly slipping it inside. I pressed my lips around the hole, kissing it a few times and then sucking on his ass tenderly. The lynx moved one of his paws to my head and gave me a gentle push forward, encouraging me to kiss and explore his ass deeper still.

Wyatt finished cleaning the lynx's top half a short moment later, but as far as Dale was concerned, his job was far from over.

“On your knees in front of me, pet," Dale ordered. Wyatt did as he was told, kneeling down before his master and gazing up at him needingly.

“Who's the superior feline?" Dale asked simply. It wasn't a question.

“You are, master," Wyatt answered simply.

“Good kitty. Now suck on your master's balls," the lynx ordered.

As I continued to worship the lynx's ass and slather it in affection, the blushing, embarrassed tiger quickly went to work. He opened his maw and impressively took Dale's entire fuzzy scrotum into his mouth at once. He noisily slurped around his balls with his big slobbery tongue. Drool was trailing down from his lips and onto the tiled floor below as he let out a soft, passionate moan, hungry for more.

After a few minutes he released his grip on me and took a step away from both Wyatt and I, back to the closet. He tossed the wet towels into a laundry bucket on the floor, then tossed a clean one to each of us. “Dry up, and meet Byron and I back in the living room," he said, following the now-dry lion out of the room.

“Well...looks like we have a moment," Wyatt said after the other two felines were out of earshot. He glanced over at me while brushing the towel along one of his feet, chuckling with a light blush on his cheeks. There was cum caked into the fur on the tip of his muzzle and splattered on his pink nose. “Bet you never thought you'd see me like this."

I laughed in response and shook my head. “Well, it's...new, that's for sure." I paused for a short moment and looked down at my feet, running the towel down my legs. “Do you...enjoy it?" I asked out of hesitant curiosity.

“Hmm...I mean, it's definitely not my usual cup of tea," he responded thoughtfully. “But, every once in a while…"

There was a brief, inconclusive silence. I looked over at Wyatt, who was smirking as he looked back at me. “For someone like Dale or Byron, I certainly don't mind it every now and again. They kinda have that effect on me."

I smiled and nodded understandingly. “Hahaha...well, for the record, it's a pleasure to watch.

We finished drying off and tossed our towels into the bucket. Grabbing my shoulders and pulling me close to him, Wyatt leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then with a bright smile on his face, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him as we left the hot tub room. “C'mon, let's go see what those mischievous felines are plotting," he said.

“Hey, welcome back," Byron said as we arrived back in the living room. He was relaxing on the sofa while Dale searched through the shelves on either side of the lion's entertainment center. “Dale's looking for some movies to put on."

“Alright," Wyatt replied. “Out of curiosity, how much longer am I gonna be, y'know...under Dale's ownership?"

“Well, we never did set a specific amount of time, did we?" Byron said. “How about until the end of the first movie we pick. How does that sound, Dale?"

The lynx let out an impish chortle, still focused on sorting through movies. “Sounds like I'm gonna pick the longest movie I can find. Actually, hell...why don't I just keep them for the whole weekend?"

Dale shot a grin back at Wyatt and I. His expression was brimming with excitement at his realization. “I mean, technically speaking...you're both my slaves. So if I ask you to agree to be my slaves for the whole weekend, you have to obey, don't you?"

“That's kind of a bold paradox, don't you think?" Byron inquired. “But I suppose given the circumstances, that's a pretty generous offer. It's not like you're asking for a whole-ass year or anything."

“For fuck's sake, Byron, stop giving him ideas!" Wyatt grumbled out, covering his face in his paws, ineffectively trying to hide how flustered he was.

Both of his fellow felines chuckled. “Oh please," Byron said, “we're not totally unreasonable, you know. Just teasing. Oh by the way, Dale, would you mind if I borrowed one of your slaves again tonight?"

“Yeah, for sure. I'm keeping them both for the first movie, but once we get a second one rolling you can steal one of them." After a few final moments of deliberation, Dale slid a movie out from the shelves and popped the disk into the DVD player. “Hope you guys are ready for some vintage sci-fi action."

Byron perked up in his seat, an excited look on his face. “Hell yes I am!"

Dale shot a glance back at Wyatt and I. “Go grab us some more snacks and drinks, won't you, pets?"

“On it, master," Wyatt replied dutifully. The two of us went to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later, bearing the gift of yet another snacktacular—not to mention, incredibly unhealthy—feast. The main menu for the movie had already come up, and the lion was selecting play just as Wyatt and I returned.

“Flip the lights off for us," Dale instructed, reclining back on his couch, “and then both you are on paw duty."

Wyatt got the lights, and then the both of us kneeled down in front of the lynx's throne, beneath which his footpaws were waiting, his toes eagerly wiggling. I took his right paw, and Wyatt took his left, and thus two full hours of paw worshipping began.

Behind me I heard the constant sounds of spaceships exploding, lasers firing, and characters shouting various techno-babble nonsense to each other—accompanied of course by sudden flashes of light, which would temporarily illuminate the entire room in their radiant hues. While it was all certainly stimulating to the senses, it was little more than background clangor.

His clawed toes curled around my head as I nuzzled my face into his footpaw, taking a deep whiff of its scent before I started licking it for what wasn't the first time that weekend, and would be far from the last. I dragged my tongue up and down along his sole in organized patterns, making sure I had slathered the entire base of his foot at least twice over before moving on to his toes. Briefly tilting my gaze over to Wyatt, I could see the tiger sucking on the lynx's toes, fitting three of them in his mouth all at once and slurping noisily. I watched the drool drip from the sides of his muzzle as he slowly pulled off Dale's toes, moving down to go back to dragging his large, slobbery tongue along the sole of his paw. His eyes were closed, and his face was blushing a deep red color, appearing in a state of overwhelming euphoria.

There was no doubt in mind that Wyatt was enjoying this, perhaps even more than I was. The tiger looked like he was in heaven.

And then, with a roaring galactic fanfare, the movie came to an end, and the credits began to roll.

“Alright! You promised," Byron said, turning to Dale. “One of them is mine for the next film."

“The choice is yours," Dale offered politely, motioning down to Wyatt and I as we slowly kneeled up.

“In that case...which of you two wants it more?" the lion asked, glaring down at Wyatt and I with a smirk. “Beg me for the opportunity."

“Please, let me serve you, master Byron," Wyatt murred softly, looking back at the lion with eager eyes.

So it's a begging war? I pondered, shooting Wyatt—my competitor—a quick glance. In that case...

“Let my mouth service your lap," I begged in response, trying to gain leverage on the tiger. “Force your cock into my mouth, use me as your cock sleeve, master."

“Let me be your eager plaything! Use me like the inferior feline I am," Wyatt moaned out.

I fell onto my forearms on the ground before the imposing lion's feet. “Make me service your paws. Use me as your good little pawwarmer."

“Hmm…" the lion mumbled loudly, interrupting our brief bout of groveling. “I'd love to take you both if I could. But...for now, I think I'll take Caleb."

Just a few minutes later, the second movie started playing—this time it was a western. Wyatt remained behind to service Dale—a bit more intimately as well, I observed, seeing the tiger curl up on the couch next to the lynx and burrow his face in his crotch. Meanwhile I crawled over to Byron, who instructed me to kneel in front of him and once again suck his dick, already erect and throbbing in anticipation.

I started down at the lion's large, fuzzy balls, licking around them with my tongue. I tried to take one of them into my mouth, sucking on his nuts lustfully. Then I moved up and started lapping my tongue around the lion's pulsing tip, running my tongue around it in circles before taking the whole tip into my mouth. The lion placed both his paws on my head, gripping onto my head firmly and guiding me up and down on his cock. I sucked on it passionately, gulping down his precum and doing my best not to gag as he pressed his girth further and further into my mouth, bit by bit. By my estimates, I managed to take in even more of it than I had the first time, although it wasn't long before the lion let out a series of loud huffs and started cumming. I swallowed as much of his warm, creamy load as I could, but a considerable amount of it still spilled out, coating his dick and his crotch.

“Clean it up," the lion instructed simply. “You've got plenty of hair on your head. Why not use that?"

I nodded and obediently did as he asked, wiping up the rest of Byron's copious loud with my hair, turning it into a sticky, tangled mess. When I was done, he had me lay down on the carpet below and be his paw warmer. I hugged his footpaws close to me, gently massaging and kneading them with my hands, and eventually pleasing one of them with my mouth as well.

The western soon came to an end, as it wasn't a particularly long movie. Dale went to slide another DVD in—a spooky detective movie this time—and he agreed with Byron to trade pets. I was sitting beside Dale with my face in his crotch, ready to worship my master for another couple hours, but we had barely made five minutes headway into the movie when the TV suddenly cut out and went dark.

“Woah," Wyatt muttered softly. “Did we just lose power?" I heard the three felines rustling around, but the room was completely dark. I couldn't see anything at all, although I suspected the three of them probably had much better eyesight in the dark than I did.

“Must be the snowstorm," Byron observed, likely gazing out the window. “It's really going wild out there. I can't even see the moon."

“Well, shit," Dale said with a sigh. “What do we do now?"

“Without power, it's probably gonna get a bit cold in here," Byron said. “Which is fine for us, but I'm a tad bit worried about Caleb."

“I can't even see anything…" I mumbled softly, not daring to move from my spot on the couch.

“Oh yeah, shoot!" I heard Wyatt exclaim, sounding a bit concerned. A moment later I felt his soft, furry arms scoop me up and hug my body close to his.

“I'll hold onto you," the tiger said softly. I still couldn't see him, but his voice was very close, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently.

“Maybe we could make a sort of make-shift bed, here in the living room?" Dale suggested. “Then snuggle up together to keep Caleb warm."

“Yeah!" Wyatt affirmed brightly. “Good idea."

“I'll move the coffee table out of the way," Byron said, getting right to work from the sound of it.

“And I'll grab some blankets," Dale said.

While the other two felines got to work making a bed on the living room's floor, Wyatt slowly wandered off, with me still in his arms. “Where are we going?" I asked softly.

“I have an idea," Wyatt replied, kneeling down carefully and gently laying me down on the floor. “Just stay there for a moment."

It sounded like Wyatt was rustling through something—his bag, it must've been, because a moment later I felt a handcuff clip around my wrist. There was another small clipping noise, although the second one wasn't onto me. Then Wyatt scooped me back up and stood up, heading back to where we came from.

“I handcuffed you to me," he said, “so that way I can keep you safe, as long as we're in the dark."

“Aww. That's adorable," Dale cooed out quietly. “Also, you never mentioned you brought handcuffs. We could've been using those with Caleb this whole time."

“Ummm...I'm a cop?" Wyatt quipped with a chuckle. “Of course I have handcuffs. An extra pair as well, if either of you wanted."

Dale let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, well sure, I guess…"

“I'd gladly take a pair," Byron replied. “We could both be handcuffed to Caleb, that way he'll have no choice but to stay warm."

“They're in my bag," Wyatt instructed, “in the side pocket, along with a blindfold. Although I suppose we won't be needing that anymore, will we Caleb? Hehehe."

“Even if he can't see without it, it would still be fun and kinky," Dale suggested mischievously. “Or I could have you wear the blindfold, Wyatt."

I heard a maniacal chuckle from the lion—obviously he rather enjoyed that idea—and sure enough, his footsteps trudded over just a moment later. He slipped the blindfold onto Wyatt, prompting a small, disconcerted mew from him, then he clipped the other pair of handcuffs first around his paw, then to my other hand.

“Perfect," Byron said confidently. “Now let's lay down and have some fun, shall we?"

“You guys first," Dale offered, standing aside. The other three of us settled down, with Wyatt in front of me, Byron in back of me, and both of their warm, fuzzy chests pressed firmly against me as they snuggled up to my cold, furless body. Then Dale kneeled down up by my head, so his crotch was right in my face.

“No time like now to have the fun with him we've all been craving, eh?" the lynx mumbled, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips. On either side of me, I could already feel two large, throbbing hard-ons pressing against my body, so clearly Wyatt and Byron both had the same idea.

“Finally time to see how much your ass can take," Byron cooed softly into my ear, his breath wet and hot against my head. The lion reached his free paw down and adjusted his member so it was aligned with my hole, gently prodding between my cheeks. “You ready, pet?"

“Mhmm," I mumbled meekly, followed just a moment later by a loud grunt from both of us as the lion forcibly started shoving his dick into me. His arms were wrapped around my body, hugging me close to him as he slowly forced more of his immense, pulsing girth into me, inch by inch.

“Suck your master's cock, pet," Dale ordered simply, gently prodding his cock further into my mouth. I obediently widened my mouth to accept his curved length, although I could barely muster enough focus to do even that—the sheer size of Byron's cock inside me was plenty to overwhelm my senses, even without the other two felines prodding their hard-ons at my body as well.

Wyatt was grinding his thick member against my crotch, quickly making me hard as well. His cock was oozing precum like a fountain, lubricating both of us up. He reached his paws down and gripped them around both our dicks, forming a warm tunnel for him to thrust in and out of.

Despite the frigid, raging snowstorm outside, the dark room quickly became engulfed in a haze of body heat, huffing and groaning. Byron had settled into a slow and steady rhythm as he thrusted in and out of me. Despite the initial tinge of pain that taking in such a massive cock provided, I soon found that discomfort fading away in turn for the intense pleasure of being stretched out and filled up so much.

Meanwhile I lapped my tongue around Dale's cock, sucking on it lustfully. Bobbing my head back and forth, I coaxed a long, satisfied groan out of the lynx, accompanied by the sweet taste of his warm precum seeping out into my mouth.

After a few minutes however, the lynx pulled his cock out of my mouth and quietly shuffled away from me. I was confused for a moment, but my question was soon answered by the lynx's soft, alluring voice.

“Hope you don't mind if I borrow your ass, kitty," Dale cooed out softly, wrapping his arms around Wyatt's middle as he spooned the tiger from behind. “I know this is what you've been wanting all night. Let me hear how much you want it."

“P-please, fuck me, master…" the tiger mumbled out.

“Louder, pet."

“F-fuck me hard, master!" the tiger whined.

The lynx chortled impishly. “Good kitty."

Wyatt groaned out loudly as Dale shoved his length into him and started humping him quickly, his hips slapping against the tiger's ass.

Without Dale's member in my mouth anymore, I let my head relax against the pillow beneath it. Byron and Wyatt were both still humping into me and picking up speed rather quickly now, although Wyatt's thrusts were likely a reciprocation of the lynx vigorously pounding into him from behind.

“Fffuuuck...such a tight ass," Byron growled out in pleasure, rigorously slamming his immense girth into me. “I'm g-gonna cum!"

“Me too," Dale huffed out. Wyatt didn't say anything of the like, but the intensity and growing pitch of his moans spoke for themselves.

A few short moments later, and the climax swept over us like a tidal wave of sheer, amorous bliss. Byron's growls crescendoed into a full-on roar as he rammed his hips into me as hard as he could, burying his cock in me all the way down to the base. Inside me I could feel him release a copious load, filling me up with his lion spunk.

I couldn't help but moan out helplessly as well. Both Wyatt and I came into the tiger's paws, coating them in a thick layer of his warm, gooey milk. A passionate moan from the lynx followed just a few seconds behind the rest of us as Dale rammed into Wyatt and burst his load inside the striped feline.

Eventually the heated moment withered away as everyone's climax tapered off. The room grew much more quiet, with only the sounds of our combined panting and heavy breathing filling the air. Slowly the lion started pulling his length out of my ass, concluding the retraction with a wet-sounding pop. His cum gushed out of my hole in a small current, making a mess of both my ass and the lion's crotch. Wyatt's paws slowly crept away from the mess between us and slipped around my back. Both the tiger and lion hugged me and snuggled against me as closely as they could.

“You know," Dale uttered quietly as he clung onto the tiger in front of him tightly, “I would mind getting some rest now. I'm absolutely beat…"

“You're t-telling me," Wyatt stuttered out weakly. “You're not the one who just got dicked in the ass."

“Wouldn't be the first time," Byron huffed with a chuckle. “Won't be the last."

The three of them shared a brief, quiet bout of laughter, although the lack of enthusiasm was a clear sign of how tired we all really were. Less than a minute later and Wyatt was already snoring.

“Get some rest, kitty cat," Dale cooed softly, purring as he nuzzled into the back of the tiger's neck. “You'll need it for tomorrow. You too, Caleb. And Byron."

Without power, the room gradually grew cold over the course of the night. But that was alright. With three incredibly warm and fluffy felines shrouding me in their warmth, I was perfectly comfortable.

With nothing but bliss in my thoughts, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It was the start to what I was sure would be an amazing weekend.