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Though it was dark, the two males could easily pick their way through the shadows into the apartment. Whilst it was fairly late - the red glow of the digital clock declaring that it had just slipped past midnight - the pair of them were wide awake and anticipating the rest of their night in one another's company. The first to flick a light switch was a tiger, the owner of the apartment and larger of the two felines. He tossed his jacket carelessly onto his sofa and made for the kitchenette that laid adjacent to the main living space. Immediately he set a large paw upon his fridge handle, opening it up and stooping to peer inside,

"You want anything?" He called back behind him, swiping at a bottle of some indiscriminate brand of beer.

"I'll have whatever," Gage responded, stepping into the room but remaining standing. He rubbed a paw along his elbow whilst he looked about, taking in the space and all its decorations. Relatively simple but still enough to suppose that whoever lived here was well off. The latest gaming consoles sat inside alcoves beneath a flat screen television that might as well have been a window for all the panther cared since it was that big. If that didn't leave somebody skint, then goodness knows what the tiger did for a living, "Anything to take the edge off, I suppose. You didn't give me much chance to grab a drink at the bar."

The tiger stepped around the counter and strode over to the other cat, bottle outstretched in one paw and a smirk on his face,

"It wasn't my usual hang; I didn't want to risk losing you to the competition." He added in a cheeky wink before cracking out a more decent smile, taking a swig from his beer and gesturing for Gage to have a seat.

"Honestly, I wasn't even looking for..." He searched for the right words, paws moving as though to speed along the thought, "this, or at least whatever this will be... I just needed to cool off after work. Had to stay for longer than expected, which is never fun."

"I can imagine." The tiger took another gulp of the beer, sitting himself down beside the panther on the well-worn couch. Whilst it was comfy, it certainly didn't scream as much expense as the rest of the room did. In fact, it looked worse for wear, not that it seemed to bother the tiger he draped his arm lazily across its back and towards Gage. A short moment of silence fell between them, enough for him to realise that he had no clue as to what the tiger's name was. Hardly reassuring, considering he know sat in the male's home drinking his booze, getting the sultry looks from the periphery by a clearly horny tiger,

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name back at the club. Was it... Kirk?"

"Kurt," he corrected, letting loose another dazzling grin, "You're Gage, right?" The panther nodded, rewarding him with a light twinkle in Kurt's eye, "Heh, nice name, but I think babe would be cuter."

Gage took a sharp swallow from his beer. It tasted acrid upon his tongue, but it offered him a shot of confidence to spar with the fellow feline,

"How about I call you kitty then?" He drawled, voice caught between of that of a purr and a growl. Kurt chuckled; paw gently stroking across Gage's shoulder, the movement so imperceptible that the panther never would have noticed it were it not for the extended claws that traced a delicate line to the collar of his shirt. The tiger was being awfully forward. Gage finally returned the smile. He was good with forward.

"I prefer Master," Kurt slurred, voice tinged with the lustful notes of arousal as they were finally getting to the point, "Or sir, if you're not quite in the mood yet." He drew his face close to Gage's, close enough so that the faint aroma of alcohol drifted across the panther's nose, the heat of his breath stinging on his lips, "But I bet I could have you calling me whatever I want by the end of things..."

Their lips met, slowly at first as though they were both just testing the waters. Kurt's lips were hot, almost searing against Gage's as they made out. His tongue was the first to venture forward tentatively, pushing against the panther's mouth and begging an entrance, to which he willingly relented. The thick muscle swam inside and slid against his own, sharing the taste of another's muzzles in unison. Whilst the notes of beer were there, it didn't stop the panther from purring softly as the natural scents and flavours began to come into play. The heady fog of desire swirled in the back of his mind, pressing back the kiss with eagerness. As Kurt flicked along the edges of his teeth, Gage pushed his own tongue forward, sampling a detail from the tiger's mouth. The warm spit greeted him just as he shared the moment with the feline, shifting his body ever so closer to Kurt whilst a paw rubbed up along his chest. Whilst Gage was still donning his work clothes, the tiger sported an open short sleeved shirt, salmon pink in hue, completed off by a set of fashionably torn jeans. It differed greatly from the panther's dull work clothes of black slacks and deep blue shirts.

Kurt advanced a little more upon the panther, further than the cat had intended, and he felt the weight move off the couch and onto him. His hips pinned Gage to the sofa, his body now trapped beneath the impressive form of the tiger. Still, the big cat hungrily kissed the smaller male under him, paw running up across his neck and caressing his cheek, crotch grinding against the panther's. There was the unmistakable hardness swelling there, pressing against Gage's groin as though coaxing for a similar response. He did not deny him; he bucked his hips as best he could, his bulge sliding against Kurt's, signalling the mutual need. As the kiss broke off, Kurt panted, still wearing his dazzling smile,

"Want to try something kinky?"

"I didn't know you were into that stuff..." Gage breathed, with his face only inches away from Kurt's, the two sharing the air between them that stank of male musk.

"Please," he snorted, laughing as he lifted himself off the panther, "Try doing my job for a week and you'd soon learn..." Gage chuckled politely, hiding the slight worry in his tone. He was all for new things, perhaps engaging in the kinkier side of things, but he wasn't a fan of the heavy duty stuff. There was a strong difference between simply being handcuffed to full blown suspended from the ceiling by chains, with ropes bound tightly and crisscrossed over his entire body.

"I'm not..." he began, speaking warily, "I'm not really into the major stuff, you know." Kurt looked at him blankly, prompting further explanation, "You know just no stuff like paddles, whips, that kind of thing..." There was a second where Gage thought the tiger might kick him out of his home there and then for hooking up with a guy with no stomach for the hardcore kinks, but then he burst out laughing, something which didn't exactly put the panther at ease,

"What do you think I am, a torturer?" His laughter died down slowly, still chortling to himself as he disappeared further into his apartment for a brief moment, "I don't pull out all the stops for every guy who comes in here. I only ever go that far when I'm with someone from work." He emerged a moment later, something red and thin in one paw dangling limply, "Is this more your speed?"

He held up his paw for Gage to see; clutched between his fingers was a fine silk blindfold, exquisitely made and highly luxurious. Handing over the fabric, the panther was able to see that this was by no means some cheap mask snagged off from online. It spoke volumes for Kurt, who so far had only appeared to be a sleaze up until now. Not that there was anything wrong with sleazy, at least in Gage's eyes, but he certainly hadn't expected the tiger to be coming out with expensive gear like this, for just a one night stand. The panther relaxed somewhat, turning the blindfold over to find more of the same,

"Yeah, this is fine. I take it you want me to put it on?" Kurt nodded, his smile still plastered across his face,

"You might want to strip down first - could even give me a show while you're at it." He had a lewd glint in his eye, replacing the mischievous twinkle from before.

As he sat back down to recline and sip once more at his beer, Gage rose to his footpaws, leaving the blindfold to one side. He slipped one paw slowly into each side of his slacks, lifting away the straps deliberately until he let them fall down upon his sides. Next came the shirt, which he unbuttoned with just as little speed as before, going from button to button from the collar down, exposing more of his slim toned chest to the tiger. He would get a purr of satisfaction each one came undone, the two folds of his clothes falling away from each other until he was slipping his paws down his navel, running them across the soft fur that led down to his crotch, claws running gingerly through the short fur as he pulled free the shirt from his trousers. He undid his buckle, pulling the strap from about his waist and letting the long belt drop to the floor with a satisfying thud. Kurt shifted to make himself more comfortable, taking a swig from his bottle but keeping his eyes fixed upon the panther's abdomen. But more had to be shed before the grand reveal, however, and Gage made it painfully obvious he was delaying for the tiger's torment. He shrugged off his shirt as though it had to be the most difficult and complex of tasks, sliding it away leisurely and making every effort to add some flourish to his moves. His hips had begun to sway, his natural feline agility falling into his instincts, as he then finally made for the fly which held his trousers up. The first clasp came done easily, but he slowly pulled upon the zip, barely letting it slip even a millimetre. Kurt's bulge was superior to Gage's, but he had been wearing tight jeans, so when the zip came down and his underwear began to protrude through, he swore the tiger's crotch swelled a little. When his pants dropped, Kurt let out a deep purr, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. Gage could only guess at what thoughts ran through his mind, if he claimed to be as kinky as he said he was. The panther wouldn't put it ask him to imagine the feline strapped up by chains, abused and tormented to the point of sexual exhaustion, begging for release. He had to trust that the tiger wouldn't take things too far, something which would be demanded on him once the blindfold was on.

Standing in nothing but his underwear, the cat stood slightly awkwardly, unsure of what really to do next; in a stranger's home, nearly naked, and awaiting the next command. Kurt rose up from his seat, slipping off his shirt as he did so.

"Do I not get a show?" Gage quipped, but his mouth was cut off by a chaste, abrupt kiss, teeth nipping at his lips. The tiger was hungry, ready for flesh.

If he were to admit it, he may have a trembled a little as Kurt lifted the blindfold to his face. It was daring territory to stray in to, particularly with a guy he'd met just that evening. His world was blotted out by delicate redness, which closed in upon his eyes until it blurred to black. With his vision cut off, it felt like he'd lost a limb. Cats, amongst other species, are renowned for an excellent sense of sight. To have it deprived made world seem out of balance, wrong almost, after having been accustomed to having excellent eyesight before. Already Gage put out his paws to steady himself, swaying as though drunk, already searching for something stable to base his footing. Larger paws reached out and grabbed his own, leaving him to lean upon Kurt's grip for guidance. He made some scalding sound, as if he were telling off a child,

"Now, now; this is where it gets interesting." He let go of the paws, fixing Gage's posture and stance so that he was stood motionless in what he assumed to be the centre of the room, "Stay there and don't move. From now on, I'll be your eyes for you, okay?" Gage only nodded, swallowing back a nervous gulp as he was left to stand in what was to him an empty vacuum of nothingness. He heard rustling, the sound clearer than he would have normally thought. It was true what they said then. The other sense grown more attuned when another is depleted, heightening what's left to compensate. His nose twitched to sample the better aromas, picking up upon notes he'd ignored, like the sharpness of leather from another room, the scent of an open window giving some ventilation to the man's apartment. He smelt musk; a stronger, more potent kind, which invaded his nose not so much like an unwelcome guest, but still all the same arrogantly self-invited. The rustling grew louder, and then stopped. Gage wished he had permission to reach out and to learn what was going on, fearing the tiger might betray him and handcuff him not a moment later, but the cold steel never came. He willed himself to be patient, to at least see what might be in store for him. Heavy bondage was never his forte for it required trust he could never muster, especially for random men.

A presence moved up close to him, from behind this time, taking him by surprise. He could feel the shadow move across his back, a weighty build lingering just out of reach of his athletic form. Heat radiated across his back from what had to be Kurt's barrelled chest. Gage waited, standing on end as slowly two thick arms wrapped themselves around his torso, paws spread out and groping across his pectorals. He leant back into the tiger's body as his own was seduced, his paws grasping for Kurt's, feeling his body beneath the feline's exploration. He let out a soft sigh, bordering upon a moan, but he didn't know why. It was just so intoxicatingly intimate, like he was a gourmet dish to be sampled and tasted, leisurely and at pace. Just as the thought came into his mind, he felt the tiger's mouth nibble across his ear, biting at the edges teasingly, moving down the side of his face until he came to the nape. Suckling kisses left hickeys and peppered marks through the fur, dancing along soft flesh and travelling across Gage's shoulder. The panther just rolled his head back, leaning away so that the tiger had a supple territory to bite and chew. It was as if he were giving himself up to a predator, the vampire's kiss tracking upon his neck were Kurt some careless oath. But Gage had to give credit where it was due; the tiger was surprisingly attentive and elegant. It contrasted from what the panther had expected - a brute of a man who was only eager to blow his nuts into his ass. Though that was sure to come at some point, Gage adored this sensual devouring.

The arms left his torso though, slowly moving out of the hug and lingering until only their paws remained connected. From there, Kurt led him elsewhere, though he wasn't sure to where exactly. The male turned around and went down, the sound of him falling upon something soft filling Gage's ears. A bed, maybe? But he'd hardly moved. The couch then; as he was made to sit astride Kurt's lap, the panther felt his knees push against the sofa he'd been sitting on not moments before, his body now sitting in the lap of the tiger. A heavy paw laid across his back and pulled him down, pushing his weight against the tiger's. He felt Kurt's body heat radiate as their chests pressed together, his muzzle mere inches from his head as hot breathing washed across his ears. He became acutely aware that something hard and moist was pressing up against his crotch. With Kurt's paws still clasped against his wrists, he was unable to explore. Instead his mind was made to focus on the sensation, the slight upward thrust accompanied by a retraction, over and over, gentle and gyrating against his crotch until it began to stir his cock. Blood pumped into his shaft as what he assumed to be the tiger's member ground against his own, goading it out to play. He was unable to do much except return the motions, fucking his hips forward in kind to Kurt's, his cock already begin to dribble pre that ran between the two shafts. Every sensation was heightened, particularly because he could neither touch nor see what was going on. He was forced to endure it all through his shaft, left to interpret the movements however his cock might. Barbs scraped against barbs to create the most shuddering of pleasures, leaving his abdomen quaking as a result.

He felt his paws lifted higher to stretch out his body, one wrist moved to other so that Kurt could hold him aloft with one paw alone. The now free one went to the back of the panther's head, pushing his muzzle down until it came into contact with Kurt's thick chest, prodded against the solid muscle beneath. Rich scents of conditioned fur and natural musk tinged with a hint of sweat filled his muzzle, painting the picture of an everyday working male fresh from his shift, something not far from the truth. The male's torso pulsed with every slight movement, the muscles beneath acting in every indirect way as they lay there together, Gage against Kurt. A voice above him rumbled,

"Why don't you kiss my guns? You know you want to..." Gage did want to. As Kurt let go of the back of his head, the panther brushed his nose tip across the contours, gracing along the curve until he found one of the tiger's thick arms, the limb stretched out and its bicep bulging to the feline's touch. Kurt purred softly as he felt wet lips glance over the muscle, the panther taking his time and savouring the sensation for every ounce that it was worth. He licked his tongue out slow, purposeful strokes over the toned flesh, alternating between butterfly kisses and sultry laps. Kurt kept a paw upon the small of the panther's back, holding Gage's hips to his own as they continued to grind. The big cat could do little but lose himself in the sea of feelings, finding great pleasure from feeling the powerful body writhing against his own. His lips trailed from the bicep back inland, moving towards the chest, following downwards to one of the tiger's pert nipples. "Fuck..." Kurt growled, his finger sliding further down the male's tail, stroking it in one flourish as Gage parted his teeth and nibbled ever so delicately upon the sensitive nub. He had the larger male squirming in his seat, their cocks slapping together, as he did his best at the restrained angle. Kurt still kept a firm grasp on his paws, keeping them held up above, but he couldn't stop the panther from returning the favour. In pitch blackness, Gage thrust in kind with the tiger, letting his slick member take the advantage and rouse the inner urges from him. He felt Kurt's paw grope at his cheeks, one finger venturing further and marking a circle around the feline's tight hole. He was mapping out his goal, and he was determined to get it.

Gage felt his arms tugged upwards, further still, to right him once again, his mouth leaving the tiger's broad chest. He licked his lips clean as he waited patiently for whatever it was the cat had in store for him next. Every breath was so loud it was deafening, trying to quiet every movement he made just to see if he could decipher what the male's intentions were. He learnt them soon enough when two fingers, clearly from Kurt's other paw, now touched upon his lips. He wondered in the back of his mind whether these fingers were the same ones that had gently skimmed his hole, but all pretence of decency went forgotten as the tiger pushed the digits inside, giving them to Gage to suckle upon,

"Get them nice and wet if you don't want me going in dry..." Whilst dressed as a command, the panther knew it was a suggestion. Kurt knew he wouldn't stand for getting pushed around, as much as the tiger got off on controlling others. Dutifully though, he slathered his tongue around the two fingers, soaking them in ample spit and making sure he did indeed get them 'nice and wet' for the tiger's appreciation. Without sight, he was left to feel every twitch of the fingers inside his maw, the thumb that stroked over his bottom lip, the roughness of the knuckles, smoothness of the claws, every peculiar flavour and tinge of taste. Gage still felt his body pressed up against the tiger's though Kurt had become stilled, no longer riding up against the panther's manhood. Instead he left the panther curious as to what was going on, feeling his body lift up and then the male's member disappear. He was sitting now flat upon what he assumed to be the feline's taut abdomen, muscled likewise just as the rest of his body was. The fingers were removed abruptly, leaving a trail of drool dangling from his lips, most likely leading to the tiger's fingertips. Not that he would have known. All he knew was that he must have looked a wreck, with spittle dribbling down his chin, cock spewing pre across another male's chest, and panting breathlessly as he was made to know what it meant to be under another's influence. "Heh... let's see if this does the trick..."

Kurt's voice was the only means of knowing where the man was, or what he was up to by his tone. He had laced his speech then with lustful arrogance, knowing he had the panther in a tricky position, as he made the cat lean forwards, resting atop the tiger's chest again. Those dripping fingers returned to his spread rear, probing for the rim before coating it in the cold saliva. Gage wriggled at the sensation, odd coolness that was moist against his hole, mixed with the gentle poking and prodding of an eager fingertip that was slowly working its way into his body. He gasped out, short and sharply, as Kurt plunged the tip in. It gave the tiger to suddenly lock mouths with him again, bringing him in for a startled kiss as he let his finger slide its path inwards, stronger than the resisting rim that attempted to clench and push him out. Gage was trapped between the two sensations, penetrated from both ends, battling against a greedy tongue that would overwhelm his maw as a finger made its home within his rump. Kurt fingered the panther as gingerly as he could, though the male's groans and mumbles were enough to spur him on, growling possessively down the panther's throat. The second finger begged an entrance too, to which Gage could only push his hips back down upon, moaning as he did so. As the extra digit pushed at his hole, stretching him out, Kurt broke off the kiss, and sought out the man's neck, biting softly into the tender skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but as to remind Gage that he was to be mounted. The two fingers inside of him split apart, motioning themselves like scissors, spreading Gage's ass open wide in preparation for the meat he had yet to even see.

"Can I... can I suck it?" He asked tentatively, beginning to wonder if Kurt believed he would just be a good obedient one night stand or if he'd allow him the freedom to explore upon his own. He heard the tiger snort,

"Sure."

Gage felt his body lifted up as though it weighed nothing, a feat that was by no means easy - startling him. His whole form was manhandled until he felt himself turned upside down, his head now hanging beneath the rest of his body. Though blood pumped furiously into ears, pounding away, but he was dragged back. His cock scraped across the grooves of Kurt's chest, his behind therefore level with his face. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt a rasping tongue lap at his crack, delving between his buttocks and seeking out his already loose hole. He grunted biting one lip, as Kurt began to rim him from this position, drawing his thighs up over his shoulders and having easy access to the panther's hole. The feline squirmed as the tongue pushed against him, slipping its way inside and eating him out. He busied himself otherwise, trying not to let the tiger's attention force him to unload too early. Reaching out with his paws, he felt for the male's body beneath him. His paws came into contact with beefy calves, feeling up along the muscle, caressing every swell until he came to a pair of bulky thighs, between which lay his prize. Two fat balls hung beneath on the couch, heavy to Gage's paw and undoubtedly primed for release after being teased at work for so long. Gage stroked his paw across the male's groin, looking for the true reason why he was here. His fingers lighted upon engorged flesh, slick meat that was thick and hard to his touch, pulsing in response as he closed his grip as best he could about the member; Kurt was bigger than he, but that mattered little. He wasn't bothered with any competition. He was more curious as to whether or not he could take such a cock. The head was brought towards his lips, and he strained to spread his muzzle around its size. He was barely able to fit a few inches of the member into his maw before the ache was too much and he was choking. Gagging, he pulled back off the cock, the rancid taste of bile lingering in his mouth mixed with salty pre. He smacked his lips and swallowed back the flavours, putting his best efforts then to sliding his mouth along the tiger's shaft; tongue lapping over the barbs and making the male groan into his ass. For each lick he made of Kurt's manhood, he received one back into his hole, pushing just a little deeper, spreading him further apart. It felt as though the tiger was trying to fuck his hole with his tongue, pulling it out until its tip remained, swirling about the wet rim, only to push it back in. Gage did his best to keep up, his legs going rigid each time Kurt slurped at his hole, returning with going to the base of his cock and sucking at his balls. The orbs themselves were still just too big to take into his maw, much like the member, but he was able to run his tongue over the furry sack, slathering them too in spit as he worshipped the man's endowment. Tomorrow morning, before he left, he vowed to himself to see just what it was exactly he had been fucked by, or else he didn't think he could forgive himself. It was too great, even just to sample with his mouth.

"You ready to get bred?" Kurt asked, panting against the panther's taint, kissing his hole with vigour. Gage only moaned his response, losing his mind to the sensations,

"Fuck yessss..."

He was lifted up again by his armpits, two broad paws lifting him up and plonking him down upon the tiger's torso. Kurt hadn't moved much, but he could see why. Gage was left disorientated, unknown to where exactly he was sitting, how he was sitting, or whereabouts they were. For all he knew, Kurt might have transitioned to the bedroom, changed rooms, or even gone elsewhere entirely. He lay back now across the tiger's heavy chest, his head resting just under Kurt's with his chin placed upon his scalp. Those paws slid down his sides to grab at his thighs, pulling them up and back to expose his rump for the ultimate moment. Cold air washed against his rear as it cooled the spit that was still left there, his hole winking as he anticipated what was to come. He had no way to gauge when he would feel it, no way of knowing now long it'd be, or how wide it would stretch. All he knew was that it was coming, and he would have to take it. He jumped then when the fat, hot head of the impressive cock tapped at his waiting hole, his body jerking at the sensation, but Kurt's paws held him fast. Only able to grope up at the male's head and neck, Gage grimaced as that cock sought entry, pushing up against him until the barrier broke. Huge inches speared into him all at once, eliciting a stricken groan from him that shook through his body. All he could sense was the surrounding power that held him steady, that kept him level and pinned to this male's body. Kurt was a stern lover, unyielding as he lowered the panther upon the spire of flesh which impaled his guts. He was unrelenting as Gage was left to descend down the cock, the monster sliding into his depths and refusing to stop for any glimpse of resistance. The panther grunted, groaning as he felt his abdomen swell with the occupying meat, unable to fight back no matter how much he whined at the tiger behind him. Barbs plucked along his rim, pressed onto his prostate, and stroked every inch of his inner walls as they slid inside without remorse, lining scores of flesh as they went deeper and deeper. Gage was left to focus on the feeling, unable to know of anything else other than the intruder which sat within his guts, still pushing farther inside until it felt like there was nowhere else for it to go, punching right up to his stomach.

It didn't stop until he felt those swollen orbs from before press up against his taint, realising he was now fully stuffed with the man's dick. He squirmed to get used to the sensation, as though everything from the waist down had been rearranged to let this monster sit within his warm insides, basking in the heat as it throbbed sardonically in its new home. He felt like a tube, feeling the cock upon its every inch within him. Unable to think of anything else, he let one paw run down his torso, feeling the bloated gut of where the cock pressed out against his innards, until he took his long cock in one paw and began to stroke himself slowly. One of Kurt's paws shifted, balancing the weight of his leg upon the tiger's forearm whilst the paw went to join Gage's, stroking the panther in mutual motions that had him whining with pleasure.

Kurt began to draw the panther's body back up, lifting the male's weight with his strength. His cock slid back out from Gage's rear, the vast sucking sensation it generated in his guts was mesmerising and shuddering. He could feel every slight move made as though it were accentuated throughout his entire body. Sound and scent was drowned out through the pulling sensation that meat left as he was slipping free. Barbs picked upon his walls as they were drawn backwards, making him twitch and moan, pre spilling from his own head. He could feel Kurt's body tense up each time his hole clenched, desperate to keep his rump filled, knowing he would feel horrendously empty now without the tiger inside him. Once Kurt was out to half way, he was happy to indulge the panther, sliding him back down upon his length. The familiar feeling of being filled returned once more as his guts again moulded to the feline's cock. He groaned aloud as his mind let itself be overcome with the feeling, shivers of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his tail numb as he was spread open, made to loosen up as Kurt again pulled him up and away, letting out more of his length this time. Once more, Gage did his best to keep the tiger inside him, not wanting to feel empty. He clenched down upon the head as the cock nearly left his hole, for all that it was worth, and he was dropped back down by the tiger, the sudden rush of cock flooding his ass sending a jolt of ecstasy across his skin, prickling ever fibre of fur on his body. He was drooling and purring mindlessly, giving over to the flesh that rode its way into him carelessly, lifted up and dropped down, over and over, as the tiger used him as a toy. He was vaguely aware that Kurt had brought him into another kiss, this time mixing him some thrusts of his own whilst he carried the panther's weight onto his crotch. Gage's vision was filled with scenes of himself, squirming upon this male's chest, whilst his hole was ravaged for all to see, his cock stroked until he could feel his hips bucking as he tried to break off the stimulation. It was a surreal feeling, pretending to envision an out-of-body experience just to witness what was happening, trying to piece together all that was happening. His hole was ablaze with pleasure as that monster cock fucked him hard, thrusting with no consideration for damage, whilst hungry tongues duelled one another for dominance in their muzzles, two paws fighting over the same dick that was dribbling with pre. His insides were loose, made so by spit, pre and size, his cock was twitching upon the verge of cumming, and he was unable to voice any of this for Kurt had dominion over his maw, plunging that tongue hard against the panther's. He did his best to resist, writhing about as though warning the man he was about to cum, but Kurt ignored all the signs, stroking and fucking with more furious speeds until it felt like a searing heat was overwhelming the feline from all directions at once, the sensation burnt into his mind.

When he came, it had been the hardest orgasm he'd had for months. He just yowled into Kurt's muzzle, the sound muffled, as his whole body seized up, his cock surging with blood until it was practically ready to burst, followed by a satisfying orgasm. Cum shot from his head and splattered across the room, the sound loud to his ears; he could make out every distinguishing patter as the globs of cums hit various objects, his hips bucking wildly as he couldn't stop himself. He blushed as he felt warmth spread through his loins, knowing it had been an intense but relieving climax, his hole squeezing the cock that rutted him still absently just to acknowledge its presence. He was beyond caring though, exhausted as he lay flat against the tiger's torso, panting hard when Kurt let his muzzle go once he fell silent. But he wasn't done yet. Still riding the male's hole, he moved his paws down to grip at the panther's cheeks, spreading them wider apart to thrust himself in deeper. He gritted his teeth and growled as he willed himself to cum, feeling the need rise slowly and gradually, nothing quite so immediate as Gage's, but coming all the same. It took him ten more minutes of using the panther's tired body until he let out a bellowing roar, pushing Gage down hard onto his cock as gallons of tiger jizz shot into his depths. It pooled in his gut, radiating in pleasant warmth that saturated his innards until he felt nothing but heat swirling about inside him. Those moments of bliss were the last he remembered as he drifted into unconscious, believing himself to be falling asleep, as he was sated for his desires.

Just before he closed his eyes, he felt the blindfold be removed, and he glanced down drowsily to see the mess he'd made. Cum leaked from his stretched hole which sat upon a terrifyingly thick piece of meat; the room itself was covered in streaks of cum. His cum, to be precise, and it landed in jets all about the lounge, showing him just how intense it truly had been. Kurt just chuckled in his ear as Gage relaxed against him, the two preparing to nap and reenergise for the morning round,

"So... who am I? Kirk? Master?"

"You're whoever you wanna be, sir..."

"Damn right." He nuzzled the male's neck, wrapping his arms around his lover for just that evening, preparing to dream of how hard he could make the panther cum when morning came about.