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I stared at the genitals now dangling in front of me. Two hours ago, I never would have imagined that the hunky tiger staring at me from across the restaurant would end up being this exposed in my apartment.

Or this sexy.

Barbs stuck out from his eight-inch wonder like a Christmas tree, and I shuddered, knowing the sensation they would bring against my oral cavity. A set of sizeable balls hung from the base, surely competent at their job. His torso consisted of lean muscle throughout the lower half and a powerful chest, the perfect kind for cuddling. Two perfectly squeezable and moldable pillows formed the rump that I couldn't seem to keep my hands off of. There was only one issue: where a normally clean and beautiful urethra was supposed to emit his appreciation, he instead had a reverse Prince Albert ring protruding through the little opening and poking out the head of his otherwise perfect cock.

My own member twitched slightly and started to recede back into its sheath against my thigh. He didn't seem to enjoy the idea of metal getting stabbed straight through a fellow feline phallus. A certain amount of pain was acceptable or even desirable in an act like this, but this was too much for my poor little buddy to handle.

The tiger must have picked up on my disappointment as a disheartened frown spread over his striped muzzle. "Not big enough for ya?"

I swallowed the saliva I had been saving for this moment and coughed, hoping I could still go through with this. "Nah, you're, heh, plenty in that department. I just, I've never done a piercing before." He started to whisper something from his stance above me, but I quickly cut him off and added, "But I've got this, don't worry." And with a slight chuckle, I leaned forward and gently licked the ring, eliciting a moan from my content partner. My tongue drew back, appalled at the taste of his metallic pre, and my cheeks began to grown cold, knowing they would have the whole piercing inside soon.

As I kept one hand-paw on his beautiful backside, the other began to slowly run itself along his shaft. My thumbnail rubbed lightly against the piercing, still unsure of what to think, but I decided against pressing my own luck and withdrew myself from its silver surface. Curious sensations spread through my fingertips when the barbs scratched their surface, which began to pulsate from the pressure. A drip of pre made its way down the underside and came to rest on my finger, so I spread it across my hand for lubrication. The more my hand moved about his cock, the more fascinated I became. Each barb would grow firmer and thicker the longer it was touched. Its length left much that I couldn't hold in one hand and couldn't wait to taste.

I explored every inch of that barbed penis before deciding that I had to tackle the beast at hand. Resting my thumb underneath the heavy weight, I put one finger on the edge of the ring and gently pushed on it. The hiss from above told me how sensitive this strange thing was, so, being afraid of truly injuring him, I opened up my muzzle wide and gently slid the tip of his cock inside so that the piercing rested on my tongue. After a few seconds of dealing with the twangy taste, the ring seemed to warm up slightly, and I felt comfortable enough to seal my maw around it, adding a little bit of suction to his first few inches. A quick glance upward told me I was doing a good job. His eyes were closed, a smile shown on the very corners of his mouth, and I was pretty sure I heard a purr rumbling deep in his chest, the kind that only these big cats can give off.

Slowly but surely, I began to bob my head along his length, feeling the ring slide against the back of my throat. By this point, it seemed more like a part of the penis itself than a ring, and I grew to tolerate the pressure it put against my gums. Each well-hidden gag lightly rubbed the piercing so that his pleasure was felt both inside and out. I could tell he was trying to hold back his orgasm from the tension in his muscles, but that couldn't stop him from leaking pre until it completely coated his tongue. It seemed so strange that something so protrusive and painful in nature as a piercing could bring such pleasure to my tiger friend. After a few minutes, my sensitive throat had grown used to the taste, and the rubbing sensation against the back of my throat had become an addiction of sorts. I closed my eyes and continued my muzzlework, bathing his cock with my tongue and bringing my paw up to work on the few inches I couldn't fit inside.

As I felt his body clench, I gently turned the ring so I'd get as much of the reward as possible. My paw went into overtime and my tongue wrapped itself around his length, anticipating the milking it would have to do. I opened up my eyes to get a good glimpse at my tiger's face. His strained expression gave me the feeling that this wouldn't be a simple dribble, and as he let out a muffled roar, a shot of warm cum escaped from his tip, eager to coat my throat. He continued ejaculating as several strands of sticky cum made their way through my mouth until I could not taste anything but tiger penis and salty seed. Even before he had finished, my muzzle pulled away to swallow, and I ended up with several more strands in my fur before his spasms finally slowed down.

All the while, as I gasped for breath, I had to wonder whether or not I should get one of these piercings.