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The metallic crash echoed round the deserted locker room as Max threw his helmet into his empty locker, hard. The fur bristled on the young Doberman as his shoulder pads followed even harder, another bang making his pricked ears flick. With narrowed eyes he muttered to himself while picking bits of dried mud and grass from his ebony coat.

"Fucking bastards, fucking coach, fuck 'em all," he growled menacingly.

Kicking off his muddy boots he peeled his filthy wet socks and shorts off, dropping them in a musty, stinking pile. In only his jock strap he sat on a bench and put his head in his paws, cussing continuously.

Life was not going well.

In high school, Max had been top dog, 6' 0", 250 pounds of pure, hard muscle and paws that grew wings had made him the football star. Running back or wide receiver, no one could stop him. The ball was attracted to him like a magnet and stuck to his paws like glue. Colleges fell over themselves offering him full scholarships, anything to have him on their team. Now he was at college, it was all different, the step-up in class was striking and it was all going wrong for him.

Tonight had been the big game, the hated local rivals had come to his turf and he had fucked up. He just couldn't break the line of scrimmage and had fumbled the ball a couple of times, handing possession away. He hadn't been able to run routes to find space in the outfield, and on the odd occasion that a pass had come his way he couldn't hold on to it. Eventually the coach had pulled him and he sat out the rest of the game on the bench while his replacement made yardage and even caught the touchdown that edged the game by a point.

To make matters worse, after the game while the rest of the team celebrated, showered and went to the after-match party, the coach pulled him into his office and chewed him out. For an hour and a half his game had been dissected, every failed play re-run, and he was left in no doubt that if he didn't pull it round he was finished. Finally making the locker room, everyone was gone, abandoning him to his misery.

Standing up with a sigh, he eased out of his jockstrap and grabbing his towel headed for the showers. Turning on the nearest one he stuck his paw under the water and snatched it back with a grimace. Freezing, the bastards had even used all the hot water. He was going to have to dress and go home wet, filthy and stinking to shower there.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" he yelled in anger and frustration.

Stomping back to his locker Max used his towel to rub the worst off his fur, then crammed it and his kit into his gym bag. Muttering quietly to himself he eased into his clothes, skin prickling when mud-encrusted fur was encased in the tight-fitting fabric. For once he regretted that he liked to wear clothes that emphasized his physique. Grabbing his kit he jogged out to his car and set off for home, the thought of a hot shower dragging him on.

John closed his eyes and let the hot water stream over him. The tiger purred as he washed the grime away along with the stress of the day, and what a day it had been.

The first day in his new job - well, his old job but just re-assigned to a new town in the next state when his office had been closed to save money. He had driven his U-Haul truck over on the Sunday and spent the night sleeping in the cab ready to collect the keys to his apartment before he went to work. He had pulled up to find nothing more than a pile of blackened rubble, so no apartment and his entire life packed in the truck around him. He felt like an enormous snail. He had to wash and change in a gas station wash-room that didn't look as if it had been cleaned in millennia, and the truck was supposed to be empty and returned to the local depot by the morning. At least his new colleagues had greeted him, seeming to be genuine in their warm welcome. When his plight had been discovered, one of them had even offered to put him up until a new abode could be found.

Paul had even spent the time with him unloading the truck into the Doberman's garage. It was really pitiful to see how he amounted to so little after 45 years on this Earth that it could all be fitted into that space. John could have done it himself, he had packed it on his own, but the dog insisted and they had done the job in half the time. Didn't mean his muscles were not aching and he massaged them hard getting the heat deep into the tissues. Finally shutting off the water, he grabbed a towel and started to rub himself down, thankful that his fur didn't retain too much water. Lobbing the wet towel in the laundry hamper he checked himself out in the mirror. Flexing as he inspected himself, the hours spent pumping iron showed in the thick cords of muscle that bulged under his striped fur.

He reached for a fresh towel and wrapped it round his waist as the front door of the house slammed and an unknown voice shouted out.

"DAD, I'm home - just gotta take a shower" - as steps thudded up the stairs.

"MAX, wait a second will you?" Paul's voice called back but too late.

John had just reached for the door when it swung open and a young, naked, Doberman burst in, his muzzle crashing square into the big tiger's chest. The dog pushed himself away, the surprised look on his muzzle hardening to a snarl.

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in here?" he growled just as his father arrived, panting from a dash up the stairs.

"Max, calm down. This is John. He is the new guy from the office I told you about. He is going to be staying with us until he can sort out a new apartment. He was going to take a place at Belle View before it burnt down last week, he only found out today when he pulled up outside - so be nice, OK?" Paul panted, handing a pile of clothes to his son. "And what have I told you about stripping as you come upstairs and leaving your stuff everywhere?"

John could only stand open-mouthed as the young dog was berated by his father. His eyes roamed over the dog's body. Admiring the broad, ebony shoulders turning to chestnut fur running down across a muscular chest and over taut abs to a plump sheath and heavy balls.

Just then, Max turned back to him, almost catching the tiger in the act. He held out a paw, stepping closer, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was standing bollock naked in front of a total stranger.

"Hi, I'm Max. Think we will be seeing a lot of each other for a while," the dog spoke, a toothy grin on his muzzle.

John stepped forward to shake the dog's paw, his eyes holding the youngster's gaze. Gripping the offered paw, the tiger shook it firmly and took a closer look at the muscled, young hound, his fur covered in mud and grass stains. John's nostrils quivered as he caught the smell of dirt and sweat, and then he faltered, as an underlying scent hit him. Alpha, the kid reeked of alpha pheromones and they called out to the omega John had buried deep inside. He couldn't stop himself from becoming flustered, his muzzle flushed and his eyes dropped the dog's gaze submissively. It was subtle, easily missed but Max had noticed, he knew prey when he saw it and his grin widened.

"H..h..hi, I..I.. I'm J.. J.. J.. J.. John," the tiger stuttered, suddenly nervous. Desperate to escape, he dropped the dog's paw. "I had better leave you to your shower," he blurted and headed out of the door to the sanctuary of his room.

"We must talk later," the dog called after him.

Well, today just got a whole heap more interesting Max thought to himself as he got a fresh towel and put his fur wash in the cubicle ready. Turning the water on, he waited for it to heat up, it ran warm for a little while and then back to cold. Hell, he was going have to wait until the water tank heated again. Growling he stalked to his room - well, he wasn't going to waste this time and he started to make preparations.

Meanwhile, John lay face down on his bed, his head in his paws and his tail whipping in irritation. It will be OK, he didn't notice, he couldn't have, the tiger muttered to himself over and over. No matter how he tried, how much he trained, how big he got, his omega could not be buried. The first sniff of an alpha male and it broke free of its chains. Calling out, like a queen in heat. Even now he could feel his sheath stirring to the faint remnants of the alpha in his nostrils. His cheeks flushed scarlet at the thought. There was a knock at the door, John sat up on the bed.

"Hang on a second," he called out. Slipping into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, he padded over to the door and opened it to find Max standing outside. Dressed in a tight pair of shorts and t-shirt, the dog was smiling warmly, ears pricked in curiosity.

"Hey John, we didn't start off on the best paw," Max chuckled. "How about we get to know each other a bit better?"

"Sure Max, why not?" the tiger replied cautiously.

"You play games?" the dog enquired.

"Games?"

"You know, Xbox PS3, that kinda stuff?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, sometimes. I'm not much good though, bet you'll whip my ass with no trouble," John snorted.

"That's alright. Promise I will go easy on you. For a while anyway," Max retorted. "Come on then, I have my set-up in my room."

The tiger followed Max down the hallway, his eyes fixed on the Dobie's bubble butt, his stumpy tail wagging slowly above the tightly-wrapped cheeks, nearly bumping into the back of the dog when he stopped and opened his bedroom door. As John stepped inside, he was surprised how tidy the room was, he had expected a college student to be living in something resembling a slum. Here there was a place for everything and everything was in its place. A large king-size bed dominated the room, at the foot of it was a couch facing a large TV, the credits of a game displayed on the screen. Built-in wardrobes lined the walls either side of the entertainment centre.

Max closed the door and jumped onto the couch, patting the seat beside him, encouraging the big tiger to sit. Once they were both settled, Max picked up the controllers and passed one to John.

"Give it your best shot, dude," teased the dog, firing up the game.

John tried his best, and true to his word the Dobie kept it close but edged every match. If he was being honest, the tiger had to admit his thoughts were not on the game. Sat this close to the dog, waves of scent were rolling off him. Still filthy from the game, he reeked of masculinity, sweat and earth combining in a heady mix. As if that wasn't enough, the strong undertones of alpha pheromones sent John's head into a spin, his omega screaming in need. John was lost and he knew it, fidgeting uncomfortably as his sheath swelled, just thankful for the loose sweat pants. Max subtly sniffed the air, detecting the tiger's arousal and grinned to himself - perfect.

Chucking the game controller onto the floor, Max stretched languidly, his shirt rising to show his belly and his hips pushing forward to emphasize his sheath and balls. Through narrowed eyes he saw the tiger lick his muzzle and gulp nervously.

"Think you have taken enough of a beating there, John. How about we try something else?"

"I guess," the tiger retorted. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm a bit stiff after the football. Can you stand and give me a paw up? Then I'll show you."

John stood and held a paw out to the Doberman. Getting a good grip on his paw, he helped pull him up to his feet. Max stumbled and fell against the tiger who caught him, checking his fall. Before he could react, the dog had wrapped his arms round the tiger's waist, pulling them into an embrace.

"I think I have the same thing in mind as you do, kitty. I can smell it on you, you need an alpha dog badly, don't you?"

John panicked and jerked in the dog's grip, trying to escape, before relaxing again. Briefly glancing up into the Doberman's ice blue eyes, he saw the strength and the truth there.

"Yeah," he admitted softly.

"Take off my shirt then and let's get to it, kitty," the dog growled, kissing the cat on the nose.

John hooked his paws under the dog's shirt and pulled it up, Max raising his arms to allow the cat to remove it before the tiger quickly stripped off his own t-shirt. Leaning back in, the cat nuzzled the Doberman's chest, licking and nibbling on his nipples as Max moaned. John felt pressure on the back of his head, the dog's paws playing with his ears making the cat purr with pleasure. The tiger's cathood had engorged and was straining for release, the barbs scratching against the material. Easing his sweat pants over his hips, he let them fall to the floor and kicked them away as he wrapped a paw round his aching shaft.

"Yeah kitty cat, that's goo..OOO...ood," Max gasped as the tiger's teeth bit on a hardened nub.

John was lost in a trance, all sense and caution abandoned, need had taken over. Licking across his muscled chest he nosed into the dog's sweaty armpit. Inhaling deeply on the intoxicating musk he licked the damp fur, the salty acrid taste of sweat on his tongue. After a few minutes, Max grew impatient and gripped the tiger by the scruff of his neck. Pulling the feline away from his armpit, he pushed him down, forcing him onto his knees.

"Time to go to work, kitty," the Doberman grumbled, pushing the tiger's muzzle against his groin.

John nuzzled and licked at the Lycra-clad bulge, sucking on the damp patch that had spread out from the dog's swelling sheath. Addicted to the dog's scent, the tiger craved more and tugged Max's shorts down to his ankles, releasing the beast within. The pulsing scarlet meat sprang free, slapping against the tiger's muzzle, a thin stream of pre spattering over his nose. Eagerly the cat lapped at the Doberman's heavy balls, making the dog moan loudly. Sucking them into his muzzle, John rolled them round on his tongue before pulling off, letting the globes pull out of his muzzle with a soft pop.

Grasping the canine's sheath, John skinned it back past the knot, a fresh wave of alpha pheromones washing over him. Sticking out his tongue, he used the tip to trace the swollen veins over the sensitive skin, the rough sandpaper tongue making the dog pant with lust. Gradually the tiger lapped harder at the musky meat, long broad licks left it glistening with drool. Holding John's head still, by gripping his ears hard, the Doberman pushed the tip of his doghood against the orange-striped muzzle. The cat happily opened wide and Max smoothly slipped his rod into the warmth of the tiger's maw. John played his tongue along the underside of the dog's cock as he suckled on the hot flesh and Max started to hump into his muzzle.

The tiger purred as he sucked harder, the Doberman's humping gaining speed and power. The vibrations ran down Max's shaft and into his groin, firing off impulses to his brain. The tip of his cock pushing into the tiger's throat as his thrusting got deeper and harder. Growling loudly, the dog gripped his cock behind the knot, squeezing as if tied, pushing himself towards his climax. Pulling back until only the head of his member remained in the cat's muzzle his first jet of cum coated the feline's tongue. Yanking the tiger off his spasming rod, the Doberman fired rope after rope of cum over John's neck and chest, his soft white belly fur coated in canine seed. The cat mewled as the scent of dominance sent him careering over the edge, thin cum spattering over the dog's legs and hind paws.

Releasing the cat, Max rubbed his cum deep into the tiger's fur and on to his skin.

"Don't you dare wash that off, kitty. I want everyone to smell me on you. To know you have submitted to me. Anyway I can see that you love being covered in my cum, don't think you want to be without it now?" Max growled.

John just knelt before the dog purring, his omega sated for now as he licked the strands of cum from his muzzle. The Doberman ruffled the tiger's head fur, making him look up at the dog.

"You better get going before Dad comes upstairs again. Besides the water should have heated up now so I can get a shower at last," Max sighed, wagging his tail happily.

A look of shock and panic spread over the tiger's muzzle as realisation dawned. Grabbing up his clothes he bolted for his room, the chuckles of the dog following him through the door. Once the cat had left, Max opened up his wardrobe and turned off the camera inside. He would have a shower then spend a bit of time editing the recording, no doubt the tiger was his now.

The Doberman walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Turning the water on, he adjusted it until it was hot enough and stepped under the steaming torrent. Soaking under the stream, his mud-encrusted fur softened and the grit started to rinse away. Rubbing fur wash into his paws, he worked it into his coat, his ebony and chestnut fur covered by white suds. Paying special attention to his legs and paws, he made sure that any trace of cat cum was washed down the drain.

Finally clean, he stood and let the heat work into his muscles, his paw automatically straying to his sheath. Massaging it firmly he let his thoughts stray to the tiger and what he had planned for the cat's firm rump. In no time the dog's cock was at full mast and he had both paws round it. One squeezed his knot while the other pumped up and down its length as he imagined it being buried in the cat's tailhole. Grunting he shot another load against the tiled wall, the thick cream sliding down and gathering round his feet before it slipped down the drain.

Shutting the water off, Max stepped out and dried quickly, aided by his short coat, and headed back to his room. Booting up his computer he ran the video of him and John, mentally noting what to edit before he set to work.

Finally finished and with a DVD of the end result burned, he shut down his system and headed for bed, quickly falling asleep. The dog slept untroubled.

Down the hall it was a different matter for the tiger. He tossed and turned all night, erotic dreams repeated over and over waking him as his throbbing erection rubbed against the bedding. The scent of the dog on his fur meant he got no peace until finally the alarm went, and he stirred from his stupor, the sheets wet and sticky with his cum.

John was sitting at the breakfast table reading the paper while he waited for Paul to follow him to the U-Haul depot to return the truck and then collect his company car. He didn't hear the steps behind him and he jumped as a muzzle pushed into his neck and snuffled into the fur.

"Nice cologne, John. You will have to tell me where you get It from," Max's voice teased in his ear. "Good to see you are an obedient kitty."

"Max! For fuck's sake. Your dad will be here any minute," John hissed.

"OK, keep your fur on. We'll talk later," Max huffed.

"John? Let's get going!" Paul shouted from the hallway. "Oh and Max, remember I'm out this evening so I expect you to feed yourself and our guest tonight."

The tiger rose from the table, pulled on his jacket and headed for the door, throwing the young dog a warning glance as he left.

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Max returned home in high spirits, classes had gone well and for some reason his mojo had returned during football practice. The old Max, football star, had returned with a vengeance and everything he did worked. He was in no doubt that it was down to his session with the tiger last night, at least in part. Something about it had recharged his confidence and his ego had been boosted. Heading up to his room he dumped his backpack, pulled a box out of it and retrieved the DVD. Suitably equipped, he set off to locate the tiger.

John was sitting in the den watching TV when Max found him. Creeping up behind him, the dog wrapped an arm over the tiger's shoulder and slipped his paw down his shirt, as he nibbled on a fluffy ear. The ear flicked in the dog's teeth as the tiger stiffened.

"Still smelling good, John," Max sniggered.

"Max, we have to talk," John growled.

Hopping over the back of the couch, Max settled into the seat beside the tiger, ears pricked and an inquisitive look on his muzzle.

"What about, kitty?" the dog enquired.

"We have to stop this before it gets out of hand. I am more than twice your age, it is just wrong. You need to find someone of your own age," the cat hissed. "Today has been a strain, I think your dad suspects already. He hasn't said anything but I could see his muzzle wrinkling as we sat in the car this morning. He could smell you on me, I know it. All day at work he and the others kept giving me sideways glances. Dogs kept growling at me and other felines just stayed clear, your musk affecting them all."

"You could have washed and removed it, which would have solved the problem. But you didn't, you were a good kitty and did what you were told and left it there for all to smell. Doesn't that speak volumes about how you really feel John?" the Doberman retorted.

The cat sunk deeper into the couch, pouting as his brain tried to process all the emotions flying around in his head.

"You say it as if it is a bad thing, John," the Doberman continued. "I wanted them to know, to see that you had an alpha looking after you. The point was to let others know you are taken."

"But I'm not, am I?" the tiger whined. "It is just a fancy to you, a whim to play with for a little while before you come to your senses."

"It could be so much more than that if you would let it," the dog growled. "I bought you something today," Max added passing the box to the sulking cat.

The tiger held the box in his paws, turning it over suspiciously before opening the lid and removing the contents. Holding it up between two claws, he looked from the dog to a tan leather collar and back again.

"You have got to be kidding me, Max," the tiger snarled. "If there was any doubt before, there would be none with this."

"I think you would look cute in it, goes with your fur and everything. It even comes with its own padlock," Max chuckled, rattling a set of keys in his paw.

"NO! Absolutely no way!" the cat grumbled, his fur bristling in anger.

"I thought you might be a little resistant, so let me try and convince you, kitty," the Doberman growled menacingly, as he put the DVD into the player and set it running.

The tiger sat stunned as the scene from last night played out on the screen. But it was not how he remembered it, to anyone watching it would appear that he and not the dog was the driving force. Paul would think that he had seduced his son and he didn't want to contemplate the fallout from that.

"But that's not what happened," the tiger whispered.

"I know that and you know that, John, but the camera never lies. That's what folks will believe," the dog grinned toothily.

While they watched, the dog had unbuttoned the cat's shirt and rubbed his paw over the tiger's chest, bringing his paw up to John's muzzle. The cat inhaled deeply, Max's scent filling his nostrils afresh.

"Breath deep, John, you know you want it, need it. I can smell it on you; you reek of it, just accept it and let yourself go."

The tiger's resistance was weakening, his omega had been unshackled and was growing stronger. Every breath fed it, crushing the barriers he had painstakingly built over the years. Its tendrils spreading through his body, its aching need driving deeper into his soul. Like a parasite, it was taking him over.

No, that wasn't it. A parasite is foreign, an invader. But this was him, who he really was inside. He needed an alpha to dominate him, and now he knew it. The tiger slumped back onto the couch, his fur flattening, holding the collar out in front of the smirking Doberman.

"You are right, Max, I do want it," the tiger admitted ruefully, "but a true alpha should collar his omega."

The tiger tilted his head, exposing his throat to the Doberman, purring softly as the leather band encompassed his neck. His eyes closed in submission, as a click heralded the lock being fastened.

"Well, now we have that sorted out, kitten, I think we just need to seal the deal. Go up to my room and wait for me there. And you better be naked when I get there," ordered the dog.

"Yes Sir," the tiger responded meekly, standing and heading up the stairs.

The young Doberman quickly cleared up the room, removing the DVD from the player and put it in the empty box. The dutiful son still obeyed his father's instructions about leaving the place tidy. Casting his eyes around and satisfied nothing was out of place, he headed after the cat.

As he entered his room, Max found the cat sitting on the edge of his bed. Obediently, he was naked. His striped tail coyly curled round his leg covering his sheath. Looking up as the dog entered, the tiger smiled and looked away again, not holding the dog's eyes.

"That's good, kitten, now come over here and show me how much you want your alpha dog," the Doberman growled.

The tiger slunk across the room to the Doberman. Lifting the dog's shirt he started to lick him where his fur got exposed. Soon Max's fur glistened from the cat's efforts, his tongue following the ridges and valleys of the dog's toned abs. The dog took over and pulled his shirt over his head. Putting his paws behind his head, he flexed his chest and arms as the cat lapped over them. Resting one paw on the tiger's head, the dog petted his ears tenderly, the cat purring at his caresses.

"On your knees, kitty, get me ready to take your tail," Max commanded.

Slowly the tiger sunk to his knees, licking and nibbling the dog as he lowered himself. Eagerly unfastening the Doberman's pants and letting them slide to the floor, John sucked on the dog's bulge through his boxers. Pushing his muzzle up one leg of the shorts he nuzzled the musky package. Snuffling and snorting on the dog's scent, he tasted his prize, his rough tongue dragging across the dog's balls and chubbing sheath. Max lowered his shorts, tugging the cat away by an ear. He kicked them off before drawing the tiger's muzzle back to his groin.

The Doberman grunted and growled as the cat's tongue pushed into his sheath, rubbing over the encased cock as it probed deeper. The tiger's muzzle was pressed hard against the dog's groin as the tip of his tongue rasped over Max's knot, the taste was stronger here. The cat mewled happily as he was rewarded with a jet of pre-cum spurting onto his tongue, his paws slipping onto his own needy shaft. Max noticed and slapped the cat's paws away.

"Bad kitten," he growled. "Concentrate on pleasing your alpha. You don't cum until I say you can."

John just carried on teasing the dog's shaft, using his muzzle to push the sheath back and let the swelling shaft slide into his muzzle. Drooling over the Doberman meat, he suckled hard on it, drawing blood into it, feeling it grow in his muzzle. His paws automatically returned to his shaft, wrapping round it before the Doberman slapped them away again.

"Get off, cat. Go over to the couch. If you can't control yourself, I will have to do it for you," Max snarled. "And stay on all fours."

The tiger whined as he was pulled off the dog's shaft, before obediently crawling over to the couch. Max rummaged around in his closet before walking to where the cat waited. Bending down, he clipped a leash onto the collar. Tugging on the leash, he pulled the tiger to his feet and bent him over the end of the couch so his chest rested on the padded arm. Pulling the tiger's paws round to his back, Max pulled the leash tight and wrapped it round the cat's wrists, securing them in place so the cat could not move. Kicking the cat's footpaws further apart, the Doberman was finally happy with his work. Kneeling on the couch in front of the tiger, he pushed his dogcock into the cat's open muzzle.

"Just suck, kitty, and I will do the work," Max grumbled as he started to hump into the cat's suckling maw.

Max watched as his red rod slurped in and out of the orange and black muzzle before he pulled out, the cat mewling as a few thin trails if pre sprayed over his nose. The Doberman moved behind the tiger, his eyes taking in the firm, round cheeks as the cat's long tail waved and curled above them. He traced a claw where the orange and black stripes of the cat's cheeks changed to the soft white that spread from the base of his tail down the cleft of his buns to the base of his balls. Stroking over the tiger's exposed pink tailstar drew a throaty moan from the feline.

Grabbing the tiger's tail firmly and pulling it out of the way, the canine leaned forward and nibbled along that white trail. Starting at the cat's tight sac Max sucked his balls into his muzzle, pulling hard on them as they slipped back out over his teeth. The cat mewled and squirmed as the dog sucked and nipped along the tiger's taint, jumping as a cold wet nose hit his dilating pucker. Max licked lightly around the cat's pink rose-bud, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh until the lips parted and it started to unfurl. Locking his lips round it, the dog started to work his drool into the hole until he replaced his muzzle with a single finger, sliding it easily into the slick depths. The tiger gasped as the intruder rubbed over his prostate, his cock jerking and spurting pre over the leather couch.

Max grinned broadly, baring his teeth as he pushed a second digit into the cat's butthole. Working them together, he stretched the tiger's hole wider, the cat writhing and dribbling as the digits scissored over his love nut. Unable to delay any longer, the Doberman pulled his fingers out of the cat's rump and stood behind the defenceless tiger. Pulling the tail harder to keep his target still, it wrapped round his arm like a snake as he pressed the spongy tip of his cock against the tiger's hole. Pushing forward with his hips, the cat yowled as Max buried his bone inside the feline, his knot pressing against the resisting ring.

"Max, have you seen John?" Paul asked as he opened the door to his son's bedroom.

Pausing as he took in the scene, a startled expression spreading over his muzzle, as he watched the young Doberman humping into his trussed-up colleague. The tiger looking up with a look of alarm on his muzzle but unable to do anything except take what he was being given.

"Looks like you have seen a lot more than I was expecting, can't say I am not shocked," Paul continued.

"Hi Dad," Max greeted his father. "You know we have discussed getting a pet, well I found one. Can we keep him, pleeease?" the dog begged.

"I don't know, Max, I am not sure about this," Paul mused.

"Oh please, Dad. He would be a family pet, wouldn't you, kitten?" Max pleaded as the tiger nodded eagerly.

"OK, we will give it a go and see how it works out. But no promises," Paul conceded.

"If you are home already, I guess your date didn't work out then, Dad?" Max enquired, his hips rocking shamelessly.

"No, just a waste of time. That's the trouble meeting guys online, often don't turn out to be who they claim."

"Sorry Dad," Max sympathised. "I know you've had nothing better than your paw since mom left, so why don't you cheer yourself up and join us. We have a pet that's eager to please, so why not have some fun for a change?"

The older Doberman stood and thought for a minute or two before sighing and starting to strip. John watched as the dog exposed himself, in every way he was Max's dad. The same ebony coat covered broad shoulders; chestnut fur ran over his chest and down his belly, disappearing under his boxers. The body was not as toned as his athletic son, but the curves softened by the advance of time hinted at what had once been. When the Doberman lowered his boxers the tiger's eyes widened, he thought Max well-endowed but Paul was bigger in every respect. The thick shaft was already free of its sheath, and he followed it as it bobbed up and down with every step Paul took towards him. Drips of pre-cum leaked from the fat spade end.

Paul climbed onto the couch in front of the tiger and he wiped his cock over the cat's muzzle leaving a trail of pre behind. Up close the older dog's scent was stronger and more powerful than his son's, the tiger's omega was in heaven and the cat was finally free of his mental bonds. Gripping the cat by both ears, Paul slid his meat into the warm, wet muzzle and the tiger suckled eagerly. Both dogs humped slowly with long smooth strokes, neither in a rush to come. Both just wallowing in the pleasure of having their cock sleeved in a hot orifice.

Max leaned forward and rubbed noses with his father.

"Thanks Dad," he murmured before he opened his muzzle and the two kissed passionately. Their tongues entwined as their muzzles locked together. Max nibbled on his father's lip when they pulled apart. "Let's switch and you take a turn this end," he suggested.

Both dogs pulled out of the cat, who whined pitifully at being left empty. Paul stood behind the tiger and started to push into him, John hissed and meowed as his already-stretched ring was forced even wider. Finally Paul hilted and his knot pressed against the tiger's ring; grinding his hips he worked his shaft around inside the cat, stretching him even wider.

Paul's ears pricked with a start as he heard the snap of an opening bottle and something hard and cold pressed against his tailhole. Max stood behind his father, working a lubed digit round his tailstar.

"Max, what are you up to?" Paul growled.

"Have you forgotten our little wager already, Dad? First one to have the tiger gets the other's tailhole, that was the bet so I'm claiming my winnings," Max sniggered pushing his finger past the resistant ring and into his father's passage.

Working the lube around and coating the passage walls, Max prepared his prize. Squirting more lube on his paw, he worked a second and third digit inside his dad. Satisfied with his work the young dog pulled his fingers out and coated his aching rod with more lube before lining the tip up and pushing into the tight hole. Paul growled and snarled as his son sank into his virgin depths, wishing he had never made the stupid bet. Suddenly a jolt of electricity shot up his spine as Max's shaft hit his prostate. Paul jerked forward into the cat, making him yowl in pleasure.

Slowly Paul relaxed and accepted being violated, and gripping the tiger's hips he started to hump into him. As he pulled out of the tiger so he impaled himself on his son's hard cock, as he drove into the cat he pulled off the Doberman behind him. Gritting his teeth he started to build up speed and power slamming himself into the cat and back on his boy in equal measure.

The tiger was in ecstasy, eyes rolled back in their sockets, his tongue lolling and dripping drool on the couch as the dog's fat cock pounded him. Paul panted heavily as his climax approached and he started to force his knot into the cat beneath him. Max growled loudly in his father's ear, his teeth gripping the older dog's shoulder as he began to thrust back into his dad's rump, his knot pushing further in every time. The room echoed with the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Growls, snarls and whimpers rang in their ears.

Finally a wet slurp heralded Paul's knot forcing its way into the tiger, the ring clamping shut behind it, trapping it in a velvet prison. The older dog howled in pain as his son's knot forced its way past his resistance, a second tie completed. The tiger yowled as the sensations overwhelmed him and he sprayed cat cum over the couch, streams running down the leather onto the floor below. As his butt contracted, it squeezed hard on Paul's knot and the Doberman was pushed over the edge and he howled again as his balls jerked and emptied into the cat's innards. With a final powerful thrust, Max's orgasm hit and he sank his teeth into his father's shoulder while painting his passage with thick Doberman seed.

Spent, the two dogs collapsed on top of the tiger, panting heavily. The three lay in a hot, sweaty but satiated heap, all tied together for a long time yet.