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Ben hung his head as his team let another basket go to the other team, breaking the tie that was keeping them in the game. It was the last quarter of interstate championship and Ben's team, the Baily Bulls, were just three points of their first title in nine years. All the while their best shooter was stuck on the bench with a tiny wrist sprain, not even an actual injury. Beside him their coach was shouting directions, clearly hoping he could call some tactic that would rouse the team to attack again. But it was hopeless, they were too tired. Out of options, the dark furred tiger turned to the doberman beside him and flashed an apologetic smile.

"They're dieing out there Ben. I know you're not meant to play with your wrist, but we need some fresh energy on the field. You think you can handle fifteen minutes?" Coach asked with a grimace, clearly fearing the worst. Ben couldn't say yes fast enough, shooting off the bench the instant Coach Snow called time. The team gave grateful smiles when the saw Ben preparing to play, knowing that the last minute change up was their best chance of victory. While Ben gave his hamstrings a last quick stretch, Snow leaned in close and whispered; "Kid, I know this is gonna be rough, but if you can get us those three points, I will personally bend over and let you fuck me after the game,"

Ben shot a disbelieving look at his Coach, completely shocked by what he had heard. Before he could say anything, he was pushed onto the court and he had to get his game face on. The last ten minutes were gruelling, the Rays didn't want to give up their two point lead and Ben's team were desperate for their first championship win in nearly a decade. Eventually Ben took a sweet pass, left standing just a few meters from the basket with no opposition. Taking his chance he prepped the shot. Everything seemed to slow as his knees bent and the orange ball rose to just by his head, his fingers splayed beneath it like a waiter carrying a plate of the finest food. There was a twinge at the base of his wrist, but he ignored it, dulling the pain with adrenaline and prayers. One deep breath in and he uncoiled, jumping almost straight up, shooting his arm out like a harpoon, tossing the ball in a perfect arc. He watched it sail through the air, spinning idly as it came closer and closer to the basket. He could hear the dull roar of the crowd cheering; see the flash of nearly a hundred cameras. Then the ball plunged through the net with a silken whisper and everything sped up again. With just two minutes left on the clock he had equalised it. Maybe they wouldn't win, but they'd get a rematch, and the game wasn't over yet.

Probably frantic that they wouldn't be able to carry home a third consecutive title, the Rays became frantic to get the next shot. So much so that the Bulls point guard Stephen ended up with a black eye, and Ben ended up with a penalty shot. Again the world seemed to slow, but this time as he prepped, he heard coaches promise in his head. A flush of heat ran through him as he took his shot, springing up as though he were on a trampoline, lungs burning from a lack of oxygen, his mouth dry as a desert. Desperate to make this one last shot. As the ball left his hand he closed his eyes and prayed.

And then his prayers were answered...

"Good job out there tonight, you did us proud," Coach Snow said quietly, placing a massive paw on Ben's shoulder. They were alone in the locker room, everyone having gotten dressed and left for the big victory celebration already. Coach had snagged Ben just before he'd been crowd surfed out by his teammates, asking if he could "have a few words". Ben gulped slightly, nervous around the muscle bound tiger, the promise playing over and over again in his head. Suddenly the paw slid down the front of his shirt, rubbing over his left pec, finger gripping and pinching at his hard nipple. He gasped in shock, not quite believing what was happening. He quickly turned to face the big orange cat, mouth open to ask him the needless question. Snow pounced on his opportunity and brought his own mouth to meet the stunned Doberman, feeling the poor pup's resistance fade with each suckle of his tongue. The tiger ran his fingers through the tall dogs black head furs, scratching lightly behind Ben's ears. After what seemed like an eternity, Snow stepped back and Ben looked into the tiger's brilliant amber eyes.

"Is this really happening?" He asked. Snow didn't respond, he just took another step back and began unbuttoning his t-shirt. Ben's heart raced as he watched the massive tiger strip out of his clothes, revealing inch after inch of muscle bound fur. Soon, all that remained was a pair of clinging snow white briefs that bulged lewdly around Coach Snow's throbbing package. Ben admired the toned body presented to him. Despite being nearly forty, Snow had clearly kept himself well in shape, without taking to that doughy shape that seemed to befall every other coach at that age. Patches of grey were interspersed throughout his orange fur, gleaming brightly in the flourescent lights.

"Like what you see boy?" the massive tiger asked, groping himself shamelessly; cupping his bulge in an oversized paw. Ben could only nod silently in response, all the oxygen seemingly having evaporated from his lungs. Grinning predatorily, Coach Snow brought one paw up to pinch his nipples and used the other to slowly drag down the hem of his briefs, moaning sluttishly as if he were about to orgasm. The trick clearly drove Ben wild as the Doberman's tongue lolled out of his mouth and his own paw began unconsciously wandering towards his crotch. Eventually the briefs reached a point where they could no longer be dragged down without exposing their treasure, hooked as they were around the Coaches tip and claw. Snow paused dramatically for a second, taking in a needlessly breathless gasp of air, before tweaking the cloth imperceptibly and freeing the trapped shaft, causing it to rocket upwards; stopped only when it smacked wetly against the tiger's iron-hard six-pack. Ben realised as Snow was stepping out of the briefs that he was still entirely dressed and began to race to catch up. However, as he was tugging his shirt over his head, he felt warm paws touch his chest.

"Calm down, we have all the time in the world. Let me get a good look at what I'm getting," he heard Coach Snow say, even as the big paws began to rub over his chest with agonising slowness. Carefully they pulled the top of, leaving the two furs to stand inches apart. Ben's heart continued to beat at a break-neck pace as Snow leaned in closer and closer, tilting his head slightly. Their lips came together with beautiful tenderness, crushing together as though they were moulded for each other. Ben moaned in delight, his tongue seeking refuge in the tiger's mouth, while Snow wrapped his massive arms around the Dobbie's own muscle packed frame. Using his few years of experience over the virgin Doberman, Snow sucked and nipped at Ben's lips and tongue, stimulating him in ways he hadn't thought possible. Not content with just a kiss, Snow began to grind his hips, rubbing his spined cock along the front of Ben's shorts, leaving a sticky trail of precum in the white material. Unused to such physical stimulation the poor Doberman blew his load, spurting a few hypersensitive shots into his pants. Recognising the tell-tale spasms and the notable wetness, Snow chuckled quietly into their kiss, and brought a paw down to help fondle the Dobbie's temporarily spent package, continuing to pump his cock into the wet mess for a few seconds.

Finally breaking off the glorious kiss, Snow flashed the young jock a grin before sinking down until his head was level with the Doberman's junk. He carefully popped open the button and undid the zipper before peeling off the slightly damp jeans, leaving the Doberman in nothing but his sopping boxers that clung to his rocket like a needy asshole.

"Mother of god, that's huge!" eyeing the bulge with glee, Snow leaned in close, taking the nine inch monster into his gaping maw, cloth and all, and gave the pulsing member a few exploratory sucks. Starting to get into the swing of things, Ben clasped his hands around his kneeling coach's head and guided the tiger up and down his covered cock. For his part, Snow just parked his paws on the jock's firm ass and let the kid go wild. He had to concentrate to keep from gagging as the covered shaft snaked down his throat, the slightly larger flesh of Ben's unpumped knot filling his mouth almost uncomfortably. After a few minutes of face fucking the tiger through his boxers, Ben felt himself getting close again and pulled his throbbing dick out of Snow's eager gob. Grinning and leaning back, he enjoyed the sight of his humbled teacher kneeling before him, worshipping his magnificent cock before it had even been fully revealed. Taking his cue from the tiger's earlier display, he pulled the waist of his boxer's down at a glacial pace revealing tiny slivers of his glistening, pulsating dick with each passing moment. Snow was happy to watch with rapt admiration as each section of the red monstrosity was revealed, jacking his own six and a half inch cock with long slow pumps of his mighty paw. Eventually the tight black boxers sprung over the final curve of Ben's ball sack, leaving his genitals free in warm locker room air. Snow pulled the boxers the rest of the way to the floor, simultaneously taking Ben's hefty balls into his mouth, licking and sucking upon the Doberman's sack as though his life depended on it. Once the boxers were out of the way, Snow used one paw to slowly pump over Ben's long cock, squeezing his unengorged knot, feeling it flare slightly each time his rough paw contracted against it.

After another few minutes of blissful cock worship, Snow decided it was time to give the boy his real prize. Pulling off the jock's golf ball sized nuts with a pop, he stood up to full height again, licking the dozy pup's nose and reaching for the lube he had popped on top of the lockers. With the small bottle in hand, he sashayed back towards the long bench in the middle of the row, making sure Ben got a good long look at his toned ass as it flexed with each step. There was a sharp click that echoed in the deserted locker room when Snow popped the cap, squeezing a generous dollop onto his paw before bending over the wooden bench and exposing his bud. Then, supporting his weight with his unlubed paw, he reached back and began to rub in the cold, clear gel, smearing it around his tailhole in a practised fashion. Once the outside of his ass had been sufficiently lubricated, he carefully pushed one finger inside, moaning loudly as it bumped into his prostate. Looking over his shoulder he saw Ben unabashedly stroking his cock, watching the show Snow was putting on for him. Once he could slip three fingers inside without any resistance, Snow pulled his paw out and braced himself on the bench, paws splayed out across the wooden edge, ass gaping in the air on his tree trunks of legs. Ben quickly got the message; it was time for the main course.

Stepping in close, he grasped both cheeks in his paws, feeling their hot warmth. He carefully lined his painfully throbbing dick up with the winking hole, gently poking his tip at the warm folds until his top inch slid in. They both hissed in pleasure as Ben's pole slid into Snows ass, each inch increasing the magnificent sensations running through them. Snow began to paw himself off, whimpering slightly as Ben ground himself against his prostate, each bump causing his cock to pulse and spurt another shot of pre into his paw. Ben shifted his grip slightly, hooking his hands around Snow's hips tightly, then began to pump in and out, his slick cock sinking into the tiger's well-lubed hole with soft squelches.

"Oh yeah, make me your bitch...Gimme all your seed!" Snow cried, pushing back onto the invading cock, milking its length with his well-trained tunnel, groaning as it reached deeper than any of his regularly sized boyfriends ever had. In response Ben began thrusting faster and faster, each time feeling Snow's hole grip tighter and tighter as his knot grew, ballooning rapidly to the size of a small melon.

"Fuuuuck...Ugh come on! Take it; take your Dobbie's fat cock!" Ben shouted, trying desperately to press his bloated knot into the moaning tiger. A few furious smacks and it popped into Snow's ass, eliciting a sharp cry of pain as it stretched the tiger past his boundaries. With Snow's ass suckling his full length like a new-born calf, it only took another minute of frantic thrusting before Ben howled and began shooting his second load of the night into his coach's ass. Tilting his hips slightly, Snow angled Ben's tool so that every tiny movement rubbed the throbbing knot against his male g-spot and quickly blew his own load all over his hand and the floor, leaving a massive sticky puddle.

Panting feverishly, the two practically collapsed onto the wet floor, so spent from their animalistic fuck that they could barely talk.

"Holy shit that was fantastic coach. I, uh, don't suppose we could do this again sometime?" Ben asked, nipping the sweaty tiger's ear as he did so.

"Heh, you think you're done for the night? You still haven't gotten half of your prize," Snow replied, giving Ben a sideways grin, looking predatory as ever. Ben gulped at the hungry look in his coach's eye, realising what the tiger was referring to and that, despite his current position, he might not be the one on top in this relationship...

"And kid, you can call me Alec when your dick's in my ass,"