Male Model wanted
#1 of Smexy Fur Boys-Wlcome to the family
Tory was in his first year at James Michael University. An honor roll student who was very hard working and never missed any time, until his mother fell ill suddenly. After her funeral he received a letter stating his finical aid was being cut off. When he called the women in charge, Mrs. Brown, a middle-aged, plump polar bear, informed him that he missed a 20 days when the university's cut off was 10 for students on scholar ship and financial aid. He tried explaining to her but she simply replied "I'm sorry but the university rules are strict. The rest of semester is covered under your aid but you'll have to pay for tuition next semester yourself." He couldn't afford the tuition with his current part-time job on low wages alone. He was sitting on his computer browsing through hundreds of ads ranging from fast food places to large corporations. He was about to call it a night when an ad caught his eye. "Male models wanted no experience required must be 18-25 no minors up to $2000 per week Call 555-6201" Tory thought about calling the number for several minutes. It had to be a scam but the $500 per shoot was tempting. Throwing caution to the wind he dials the number and spoke to a gruff, deep throaty voice. The man at the other end of the line told him to be downtown to his loft on Hastings Avenue at 4 pm Friday. Tory agreed seeing as how his economics class was canceled that week. He hung up the phone after writing down the address the man gave him; still he felt a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was smart enough to stay out of trouble but thought he should stick the note in a place someone could find it. He places the note on his clip board so if something happened his roommate could notify the police if needed. Thinking he's covered everything he undresses, and crawls into bed.
At 4 pm Tory stood outside the door of the photographer he spoke to the night before nervously knocking on the hard, metal door. He heard the door unlock and it opened, a rather large, menacing looking lion stood at the door way. His shirt was open revealing a sculpted chest and hard 6 pack. Tory could feel an over powering aura wash over him, this man was the king and knew it. "You must be, Tory?" asked the bigger feline offering the smaller one his giant paw.
"Y-yes. I'm Tory nice to meet you." said Tory shaking the hand nervously. A small chuckle escaped the lion's lips.
"Please come in and let's talk business." the stepped aside and let the nervous white tiger inside his den. Tory was amazed at how large the loft was. There was a kitchen area, bathroom, dinning area, and a large TV in the corner with expensive look furniture surrounding it. In the far corner right hand corner he noticed an enclosed area; he assumed it was where the lion slept as he saw part of a bed. "So there, Tory have you ever modeled before?" asked the lion taking a camera from a near by desk.
"No...I've never done this before." Tory was trying to relax. "This is my first time".
"Cool. Now just relax and be yourself. Just try to look a natural as possible." said the lion camera man, "Step in front of that white screen and try your best. Now look toward me and smile". Tory did as instructed giving his best smile. He posed just like the models see seen on Tv, looking pouty, sexy, cool and many others. "You're looking a little warm there. Take your over shirt off to cool off a bit." Tory did feel warm and didn't think anything about removing it. He peeled off the green button up shirt and posed with his black wife-beater. After 2 hours of posing the Lion called it quiets. "Okay time to wrap up for today. I'll develop these photos and show them to your next visit. We may have to take a few retakes but I think we have all we need; you're a natural kid. When is a good day for you to come back?" asked the photographer placing the camera back on his desk.
"I'm free next week. It's spring break, but I can make some time on Monday "replied Tory "I work until 3 but am available after that."
"Excellent, see ya Monday kid." the lion laid a gentle hand on the shorter male's shoulder "Hope you're ready to work hard." joked the lion opening the door for his guest. Tory thanks him and left the loft.
Monday came and Tory raced home from the pizza place to shower and dress for his visit to the loft. He frantically tried to find something to ware, settling on a blue cotton t-shirt that hugged his slim, toned frame, and a pair of black jeans. After putting on his socks and shoes he headed to the loft to look at his pictures, curious about how they turned out. He reached the loft and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a different man this time, a rough looking Pit Bull with an angry looking face. "You're the guy who answered the ad? Come in" he said stepping out of the tiger's way. Tory felt the familiar nervousness he felt after meeting Diesel; however this new guy made him weary. He could feel the dog stare at him with a cruel, evil, predatory glare. A shiver ran up Tory's spine but he felt Diesel's friendly hand land in his shoulder.
"Hey kid, how ya been? I've developed the picture we too last time and they are excellent. Come let's go see them. Oh don't worry about Axe he's harmless" as Tory was ushered into the living area of the loft The lion turned his head and gave a wink to the big Pit bull as he followed behind them. Tory couldn't believe that the pictures turned out so good, he was really nervous that day. He stared at them in awe. "I really like that one." said diesel pointing to a picture the boy currently held. Tory was kneeling, his hand rested on his chest, his head was tilted to the left and he looked rather seductive at the camera "You look hot like that. A really naughty boy, meow" Tory felt the heat rise in his face, no one ever called him hot much less a male.
"Tha...thank you." he said trying to compose himself wanting to sound professional, but ended up sound like a kid instead. He cursed him internally.
"How about a drink before our next shoot, huh? Do you drink, Tory?" asked the Diesel taking a seat next to him. "Hey Axe, grab use some vodka? The real good stuff on the top shelf." Diesel gave a motion with his head; informing the dog of the surprise they had for this unsuspecting, innocent, 18 year old. The pit bull knew exactly what to do as he poured 3 glasses of the strong imported vodka. He pulled out a small paper package and emptied the contents into one of the glasses and let the white power dissolve into the clear liquid. He grabbed the 3 glasses and returned to the living room. He handed a glass with a gold leaf design on the bottom to the tiger. He thanked the stranger and sipped the strong liquid coughing from its strong taste. He passed the other to the lion. "Cheer's fellas." called the lion as they drank the vodka.
The shoot began with Tory posing with pants on shoes on, his shirt lay somewhere on the floor. He felt weird about posing shirtless in front of these two strong, alpha males but he wanted the money bad. He felt strange as he continued his work; his body was heavy like something was weighing him down. "Are you okay? You look sick, maybe we should take a break." said Diesel abandoning his camera to hold to the wobbly tiger up.
"I feel strange...my body feels hot." said Tory weakly, he wanted it to stop. It hurt.
"Shh lay down for a bit. We'll continue later." Tory couldn't respond as he lost the fight to remain conscious, he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke lazily feeling like a rock was on top of him. He opened his eyes seeing only blobs. He felt a cool chill run over his heavy body, it made him shiver. His jaw ached and his throat was dry. He tried moving but something prevented him. He was snapped back to reality when he saw the mean looking pit bull standing in the corner. He could smell the aroma of arousal coming from him, his big dog bone standing at full attention. Tory frantically struggled to get away but was restrained by chains holding his arms over his head, his tail was weighed down and he muffled a painful moan at the hard tug. He was suspend in a harness and vulnerable. He was scared and squirmed; tears were welling up in his eyes. He wanted to shout for help but his cries were muffled by a ball gag. He wanted to go home; he was hoping this was all one long nightmare. "They boy is finally awake? You're a natural, Tory, and the audience is going to love It." said Diesel appearing from behind the large white screen. "You're going to be a huge star. There are currently over a million horny males unzipping their pants to watch Axe here rape your virgin hole live. Okay Axe the show starts in 5, 4, 3, 2."
Axe walked up the shaking, terrified fur. He drank in his victim's naked form snarling down at the scared Tory. He slowly ran a hand down the tiger's soft, white fur, watching him cringe in fear. He loved to watch them squirm, and this kitten's reaction made his cock jump. He wanted to be the first to fuck this young college boy since he saw the photos of him. He was just his type, cute, slim, swimmer's body, and feline. He moved to Tory's spread shackled legs, to his virgin tail hole. He could hear the boy's muffled screams ad tried to avoid his fate. He aligned his 9 inch dog cock with the helpless pink hole and gave one hard, brutal thrust sliding to the tiger mercilessly. Tory arched his back and screamed into the gag. He grunted from the pain and could feel his once virgin hole tear from the brute force. He wanted to die; the pain was too much for him. He cried into the gag, whimpering like a wounded puppy. The tears kept streaming down his face matting his face fur. He felt like his life was over, at the mercy of these two monsters. He felt betrayed by the lion, and he felt stupid for believing him. His internal battle was interrupted by the vicious pounding from the cruel pit bull He could feel every hard, thrust the vicious attack gave him an occasional grunt escaped Tory's gagged muzzle. The cruel pit bull pounded into the feline for an hour until he grabbed the chains holding the harness up, and used them to pile drive his victim hard on to his cock, his knot punched into his bruised hole. Tory threw his held back in pain, he whimpers around the gag., shaking violently. His ordeal continued for several more minutes as the Pit bull was locked side him, the large knot threatening to tear his battered hole in two. The Pit bull was trying to hold back but felt he cock ready to burst. He thrust into the quivering tiger with short, fast strokes wanting to bust his nut into the velvet insides. He grunted loudly as he slammed his hips into the tight ass gripping his cock one last time. He howled as he unloaded into the pussycat His week long withdrawal from sex was worth the wait as he spilling the last of seed into warms depths of the weeping tiger's ass. Tory could feel his rapist's cum fill him, and he hated it. He wanted to throw up, but feared chocking on his oral restraint. He let the softened dog cock slip from ass and sighed at the relief he felt. He could feel the thick cream of the dog leak out his wide, abused, tail hole, he shivered disgusted by the feeling it gave him. "Well done kitty cat. The performance was amazing...but don't think you're done yet. One thing you should realize is that your mine now. Welcome to the Smexy Fur boy's family."