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The building in front of Kory didn't look like much, a rundown strip mall in a neighbourhood of cheap, student-oriented apartments. Aside from a grungy looking pizza place, all four of the stores were closed, and the parking lot was almost entirely empty. Shivering slightly as a cold breeze whipped across his fur, Kory pulled out his phone and checked the text message he'd got from Derek for what must have been the fourth or fifth time. 71 Argyle Street, the door beside the porn shop. This had to be the right place, but it didn't look like any gym Kory had ever seen.

The porn place was closed, its neon XXX sign broken so that only one "X" cast a pinkish glow on the sidewalk, and the door beside it was solid looking and didn't have a window or a sign, which made the lynx hesitate again, wondering what he'd say if some sleazy stranger answered the door and Derek's entire invitation had been one stupid prank. Brett would make fun of him if he came back without even trying to get in though, and the 'gator would probably see right through any lie about nobody answering his knock.

Kory was still working out what he was going to say when he heard a click inside the building and the door jerked open in front of him. Derek's pungent, mustelid musk hit him even before the door opened far enough for him to see the wolverine, and the lynx let out a private sigh of relief.

"Dude! I told ya we didn't lock up. C'mon inside before I freeze!"

That was definitely a risk Derek was taking, Kory thought with a smile, flushing slightly as he ducked into the dimly lit hallway. The lynx had only ever seen the wolverine in their shared classes, where he'd almost always dressed in baggy hoodies and loose-fitting jeans that made him look almost as wide as he was tall. Derek looked just as stocky without the sweater, but his broad shoulders and barrel chest were thickly muscled under his bushy fur. The bright red boxing shorts he wore could barely contain his enormous thighs, and the prominent bulge between his legs made Kory's pulse quicken.

"Sorry, guess I should have knocked," the lynx said sheepishly, slipping off his sneakers by a pile next to the door. No wonder Derek exercised almost naked. After the frigid winter weather outside, the building was almost hot enough to make Kory pant.

"No worries man!" The wolverine said, emphasizing his words with a punch to Kory's shoulder that made him trip and sent him staggering into the wall. That only made Derek laugh, and the wolverine bumped against him again as he kicked the door closed with a bang that echoed through the building. Grinning, Kory took his jacket off as he followed Derek, letting the wolverine's enthusiasm overcome the last of his hesitation.

The hallway wasn't a very long one, and opened up into a small locker room, where the smell of musky sweat was mixed with a hint of deodorant that somehow left the stench even harder to ignore. Derek's smell was the strongest, but Kory was pretty sure that at least a dozen different males had spent a lot of time there. He was pretty sure at least one of them had jerked off in here since it was cleaned too, because he could just barely make out the scent of cum underneath the sour sweat. It wasn't very strong, but he made sure to check the bench before he sat down anyway.

"Just throw your stuff in any locker you want, not like anyone's gonna take it," Derek explained. "I'm actually glad you came. Not a lot of guys come on weeknights, and it's a whole lot more fun with four."

"Uh... ok..." Kory mumbled as he pulled down his jeans. "So how long have you done the whole 'private gym' thing?" Something about the way the wolverine had said "fun" made Kory's fur stand on end, or maybe it was just the look in the wolverine's eyes as he watched the lynx undress. As he pulled off his t-shirt, Kory couldn't help his eyes wandering to Derek's powerful arms and muscular chest. His own body looked skinny and out of shape by comparison, what little muscle he had softened by his spotted tan fur.

"About a year," Derek answered. "Serik's uncle owns the building, and it's not worth his time to rent the space, so we lucked out. There're about a dozen guys who've signed on, but most of us only come a couple times a week. Weekends are pretty busy though."

It'll only cost half of what a regular gym membership would, Kory reminded himself as he looked for an empty locker. The first three he opened were full, and judging by the smell of the piles of socks and clothes inside of them, they'd been that way for quite a while. And you'll be working out with guys you know instead of strangers. Well, you know some of them. You know Derek. And he was friendly enough to invite you and you promised to try it, and he's staring at your ass like it's a hunk of meat...

"Here, you can wear these," Derek said, interrupting his mental argument by holding up a pair of black and yellow boxing shorts and grinning at the way Kory hesitated before taking them from him. Kory couldn't help feeling a little bit nervous. One of the things that had interested him when he'd first heard of Derek's gym was the wolverine's stories about what kind of "exercises" sometimes happened there, and the way that Derek always implied that there was a lot more to those stories than the wolverine was willing to talk about in public. Even still, he wasn't expecting to be presented with a new pair of shorts the first night he came to check it out.

On the other hand, the smooth, shiny material did feel like it'd be more comfortable against sweaty fur than the underwear he already had on, and they even looked like the right size. Derek's grin turned into a rumbling chuckle as Kory held them up and sniffed them cautiously.

"I swear they're clean man, but if you wanna sniff something a bit more broken-in, you just have to ask."

Having spent most of his adolescence in the shadow of a perpetually horny alligator, Kory was no stranger to absurd flirting; and even though the idea of burying his muzzle in Derek's crotch made his face flush, it was also enticing enough that he had to turn away from the wolverine before he dropped his underwear. With Derek's snort of amusement flattening the lynx's ears, Kory tried to change so fast that he almost put the new shorts on backwards.

He could practically feel Derek checking out his ass, but when he looked over his shoulder the wolverine gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up and pretended to be panting. Kory couldn't help but laugh, and suddenly felt a lot more tempted to take the mustelid up on his offer. Later, he thought, and stuffed his own underwear in with the rest of his clothes.

"So why the boxing shorts?" he asked as he went with Derek through another door, which led to a narrow staircase. The lynx could hear muffled voices behind the closed door at the bottom, and a few pictures of athletic looking guys in thongs were taped to the walls.

Derek flashed him another grin, his sharp teeth glimmering in the dim light. "You aren't going to fight in your undies are you?"

Kory grunted and struggled to breathe as his face slammed into the floor of the ring. It was the only wrestling ring Kory had ever seen with a padded floor, but the squishy inch or so of rubbery material wasn't enough to keep a fall from hurting, and it was slippery enough that getting traction under his paws was almost impossible, even without Connor's crushing weight squishing him into the floor. The wolf looked a lot leaner than Derek, but he was a whole lot stronger than Kory.

He was a lot heavier than Kory too, and while the lynx squirmed and failed to wriggle free the muscular canine somehow managed to wrap a leg around Kory's stomach and start squeezing the air out of his lungs. Connor didn't even bother to restrain the lynx's arms as Kory wrapped his paws around the suffocating leg and tried to force it away from his stomach. The wolf's thigh felt like fur-wrapped steel.

"Ugh... Stop it!" Kory gasped, blinking the spots away from his eyes and looking around the ring in desperation. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. He should have refused as soon as he got a look at the fighting ring that took up most of Derek's unofficial gym. He definitely should have refused when he'd been introduced to Connor... and to Serik, a tiger who was at least a head taller than Connor, and who had a set of arms that made Derek look skinny and underfed. Sure the wolf and tiger seemed friendly enough, but Kory didn't need to get his face shoved into sweaty rubber matting to realize that either of Derek's friends could have kicked his butt without breaking a sweat. The height of his stupidity, though, had been agreeing to a tag team match where it would be Derek, supposedly Kory's partner, who could throw the fight if he thought the lynx had had enough.

"You're doing great Kory; he's right where you want him." Derek's tone was outrageously serious, but his gleaming eyes made Kory growl in frustration as he briefly caught the wolverine's gaze. His head was swimming now, and to make matters worse Connor's long muzzle was pressed against his neck, the wolf's hot breath tickling his fur and making him shiver as he gasped helplessly.

"Can't... Breathe..." the lynx managed to wheeze, letting go of his opponent's leg and clawing at the slippery mat. Connor's leg felt like it was squeezing even harder now, and the wolf was working a hand around the lynx's heaving chest, trapping one of his arms in a crushing hug while the wolf's other hand drifted lower. Kory almost whimpered as it slipped into the hem of his shorts, and he thought Connor's panting breath quickened as the wolf's fingers clenched around the glossy fabric. "Help!" he yowled.

"What was that Kory?" Derek asked mockingly, only to hold up a dismissive hand as the lynx's muffled whine was interrupted by the wolverine's cell-phone buzzing. "Hey... Pizza place just texted me, I gotta run upstairs for a bit; keep up the good work bro!"

By now, Kory barely even noticed him leaving. He couldn't even work up the energy to squirm as Connor's paw teasingly patted his chest and brushed lightly over one of his nipples. He was dimly aware of the sound of the wolverine's paws thumping up the stairs, but it didn't sound as loud as the pounding of his heart, or the panting breath of the wolf on top of him. Connor's paw wasn't toying with his waistband anymore; it was sliding under it, brushing down the lynx's short fur and rubbing over his sheath. His very, very tight sheath, Kory realized as the wolf's paw gently pulled the furry skin away from his cock, letting his erection flop out of his sweaty shorts as Connor yanked them down slightly.

"Horny?" Connor whispered approvingly in his ear. "Wanna let the big bad wolf to choke you out?"

With a groan, Kory shook his head desperately, and then sank gratefully into the rubber padding, breathing heavily and shaking with relief as Connor grunted disappointingly and climbed off of him. He didn't know what was worse: the thought that Connor might have actually suffocated him, or the fact that part of him was disappointed he'd surrendered without finding out. As if reading his mind, Connor's hand scratched the fur between the lynx's ears, and he blushed at the way the touch made him flinch.

"What a brute!" Connor teased, panting theatrically above him as Kory looked over his shoulder into the wolf's grin. Connor's serious tone of voice was so absurd that Kory couldn't keep himself from smiling back, a smile that froze at the wolf's next words. "You're in Serik, he's too much cat for me to handle!"

"No! Wait!" Kory yelped, managing to pull himself onto his hands and knees with a wince. Connor was already jogging lightly for the edge of the ring, and Serik was pulling himself up onto it, the huge cat's arms bulging as he struggled to fit between the ropes. He knew he should have been running, should have been calling Derek for help... should have been doing anything except gazing up Serik's thick legs at the tiger's creamy stomach. He had a bit of a belly, and it sagged over his own boxing shorts a bit as he strode across the mat. Those shorts were bulging with the impression of the tiger's erection, and Kory felt a shudder of humiliation at the memory of the wolf's hand against his own cock, and at the realization that his own dick was still dripping pre on the rubber underneath him.

"Aww," Serik purred. "It's ok Kory, I'm a big guy, so you don't have to go easy on me..." He flexed his shoulders as he said it, and with a strangled moan Kory scrambled upright. Standing, he was just about level with the tiger's nipples, but he managed to pull his eyes away from the other feline's chest long enough to make a run for the edge of the ring. Unfortunately, his boxing shorts were still around his thighs, and the stretchy fabric tangled around his knees as he ran, tripping him and sending him sprawling back onto the mat with a quiet thud. He managed to crawl the rest of the way to the ropes with Serik chuckling behind him, but before he could slide out a huge paw wrapped around his ankles and half dragged, half flung him into the nearest corner.

The corner post was padded, which didn't keep the lynx's ribs from twinging painfully as he slammed into it, falling back onto his stomach with a cough. Throwing an arm over one of the ropes, he managed to pull himself upright; sliding his back up the cushioned post for support. Unfortunately, Serik was already there, and Connor was laughing and running over to the corner to keep him from escaping. Kory's ears flattened as he glanced back up at Serik.

"Please..." he whimpered, flushing at how pitiful he sounded. "Don't hurt me..."

"Hurt you?" Serik asked, winking over the lynx's shoulder and dropping onto a knee in front of him. Kory could actually feel the mat sagging underneath the panther's weight as the leg landed between his own, and he flinched as one of the tiger's paws reached out and brushed his ear. Serik could have easily wrapped it around the lynx's muzzle; his fingers were as thick as sausages. "I can do whatever I want to you cub," the tiger growled as he spoke, and Kory flinched again, closing his eyes and whimpering as the warmth of Serik's body loomed above him.

"Maybe a bit of protection wouldn't be a bad idea," Connor said behind him, and the tiger's eager growl broke into an annoyed sigh.

"Protection?" Kory asked hopefully, opening an eye just in time for something soft and heavy to smack against the back of his head. Despite his sigh, Serik's expression was even smugger now, and Kory watched him warily as he picked up what Connor had thrown into the ring, grunting a little at the weight. He had to turn it over, lifting it with both hands, before he realized that it was a thickly padded vest. Aside from a zipper on the back the whole thing was covered in smooth, dark blue leather, and it felt like it was filled with sand. The heavy padding must have been almost two inches thick on the vest's front, and about an inch thick in the back. Wearing it would be like strapping weights to his stomach.

"You don't have to wear it," Serik said, the tiger's lips curling back in a toothy grin. Biting back a whimper at the tiger's expression, Kory looked from the vest to the tiger's massive hands and gulped. He didn't think that one of Derek's friends would hurt him, not really... but Connor had threatened to strangle him, or maybe offered to, and from the bulge in the tiger's shorts Serik was enjoying his humiliation at least as much as the wolf had. But it was Connor that had offered him the vest...

Wondering why he wasn't jumping out of the ring, Kory lifted the heavy padding with another grunt and slid his arms through the holes. The weight of the vest made his shoulders sag, and it was only when he got it on that he started wondering how he was supposed to zip it closed. Connor and Serik must have already planned for that though, because he'd barely gotten his arms through the holes before the wolf was climbing onto the edge of the ring and tightening the vest around his back. The quiet sound of the zipper was almost ominous, but the leather felt cool and smooth against his fur.

It felt tight too, and by the time Connor got the zipper closed it hugged his body snuggly, squeezing his waist whenever he breathed. He realized that he was purring, and blushed at the obvious amusement in Serik's expression. Then he heard a faint, quiet click, and his fur bristled underneath the leather as he tried to look over his shoulder. It was a padlock, and the key glinted in the light as the wolf tucked it back into his pocket.

"Can't have it coming unzipped when you're wrestling that tiger, can we?" Connor asked with a grin. "Gloves next, or knee pads?"

By the time that the gym's stairs thumped with the sound of Derek's return, Connor had managed to put on the knee pads and the gloves, and was zipping up a set of padded leather tubes that covered his calves and ankles. Aside from the knee pads, Connor had attached locks to each piece of protective gear, and the combined weight was making it difficult for Kory to keep on standing. The knee pads were especially bad, keeping him from straightening his legs, but the gloves were by far the heaviest: thick boxing mitts that crushed his hand into a fist and weighed down his arms so that he could barely lift them. More weighted leather pads, attached to the bottom of the vest like faulds, pressed down over his hips and thighs while leaving his crotch and ass exposed.

"Looking good Kory," Derek called teasingly, "But don't you think Serik should have some pads too? What if you hurt him?"

"I think he has to move to do that," Connor chuckled, while Serik lazily extended his middle finger in the wolverine's direction. The massive tiger was still smiling, but he'd started pacing as Connor added more and more padding, and for the past few minutes he'd been leaning up against one of the corner posts, flexing and flipping his tail impatiently behind him.

"Can I punch him yet?" Serik asked, and huffed theatrically as Kory whimpered and the wolf steadied him with a strong hand against his leg, locking the last of the leg guards.

"No. Let me put on his helmet first," Connor said, and Kory glumly noticed the way that the tiger's eyes lit up at the word before Connor stood up and pulled something thick and heavy over his face. It felt even heavier than the vest did, squishing down his ears and squeezing the sides of his face as Connor tightened the strap under his chin, yanking the helmet down until it pressed against his muzzle. With an effort he managed to lift one of his arms and pushed at it with an awkwardly gloved hand, trying to lift the padded leather away from his eyes. He couldn't, he realized anxiously as Connor locked the strap under his chin. He was completely blindfolded, and even if the wolf hadn't locked the pads onto him the thick, fingerless leather gloves would never be able to unzip or open any of them.

He wished that he hadn't let Connor tease and pressure him into wearing the ridiculous pads. He wished that Derek wasn't acting like this had been the plan all along. He wished that he could sink into the squishy floor of the ring, somewhere where the massive tiger couldn't find him. Mostly, as he stumbled forward under Connor's light shove and tried to figure out which direction he was facing, he wished that he wasn't still aroused. The slippery, smooth material of the boxing shorts was far too tight for him to hide his excitement from Derek, let alone Connor and Serik, who'd already seen a lot more.

"Now you can punch him," Connor barked, his voice muffled by the helmet, and Kory's body tensed with anticipation as Derek's laughter filled the room. He had to grit his teeth and struggle just to raise his arms into something close to a fighting stance. He barely got them above his waist before the tiger's fist or foot slammed into his chest and sent him stumbling back into the ropes, weighted arms flailing. As he bounced into the rubber cords and tried to speak, another powerful blow slammed into his stomach, and then into his shoulder and chest, too fast for him to move or react.

The loud slapping sound of the tiger's fists beating against the leather drowned out the growing series of yelps that escaped from Kory's throat, and as he squirmed and tried to raise his hands he realized that Serik's punches weren't actually hurting him, even though each thump against the leather stunned him and forced the air out of his lungs. Grunting and sagging, the lynx let his hands flops back down to his sides... it was easier to let Serik punch him than it was to try and stop him.

"Weak Cub," The tiger's voice snarled somewhere in front of him, and then the tiger kicked him in the stomach, hard enough for the elastic ropes to fling him forward as he coughed and staggered. That did hurt, but not nearly as much as what felt like a thousand pounds of tiger slamming into him and throwing massive arms around his body, trapping him in a crushing hug that made him yowl in terror. The arms wrapped around his stomach might as well have been steel as Kory squirmed helplessly, and the leather padding crushed in around him as Serik lifted him with casual ease. "Boring cub..." Serik added, and then the tiger's huge hand was pawing at his crotch, fingers curling around his balls. "No fun to fight..."

Struggling to breathe, quivering every time the tiger's fingers squeezed gently around his sheath and balls, Kory felt like his tongue was stuck in his throat. He stopped squirming, even stopped whimpering as the tiger's fingers explored through the thin boxing shorts, but that only seemed to make his opponent even angrier, and the tiger shoved him away, then spun him around and kicked him in the stomach again, hard enough to send him slamming onto the ring's padded floor.

"Ugh..." Kory groaned belatedly. Rolling onto his belly was a struggle, his whole body felt like it was being held down by a dozen smooth hands, the weight of all the pads pinning him to the ring almost as firmly as Connor had earlier. "Please don't..." he managed to gasp. With his head spinning, it took a moment to realize that the tiger's huge paws had wrapped around his ankles, effortlessly lifting them from the floor and making the thick pads pull even tighter against his legs. Hot breath tickled the fur of his stumpy tail, and a thick finger pried at the waistband of his shorts, tugging them away from his sweating body. "What are you doing?"

"Showing a weak runt what he's good for," the tiger growled, and Kory could only whine and shudder as the panther's cool nose poked against his rear, his fur rippling as the big cat inhaled. "Say you submit," Serik told him, and the order sent shivers of arousal through the lynx's body. Something warm and wet and strong pressed against his ass, and Kory's gloves slid uselessly across the rubber mat as his body tensed and his cock twitched. It was the tiger's tongue, sliding between his cheeks and gently prodding at the clenched ring of muscle beneath his tail. By now, it didn't even occur to Kory to refuse, he just bit his lip and shuddered and let his ears flick with every movement of that powerful tongue.

"I... submit..." Kory panted.

"Louder," Serik commanded. "Say you're a weak runt,"

"No! Don't give up now!" Connor's voice shouted, and Derek whistled approvingly at the way Kory's body sagged. He'd almost managed to forget his audience. Serik wasn't bothering for precision with his licking any more than he had with his punches: the tiger's tongue slid across his tailhole and left his fur slick with saliva as he licked the lynx's thighs and pushed his nose up against his stubby tail.

"Shout it for me," the tiger growled again, and again, Kory barely even considered refusing.

"I'm a weak runt!" he yowled, and maybe it was loud enough now, because before the words made it out of his mouth the huge cat's tongue was sliding into him, easing his muscles to relax and making him groan even louder. The lynx had rimmed guys before, but until now he'd never known what it felt like himself. It was a good thing that his face was still squished into the floor of the arena, because Connor and Derek were making enough noise even without a look at his dazed, blissful expression. Serik was purring now, a deep vibration that Kory could practically feel more than he could hear, and his breath was even warmer than his tongue.

"I... am a weak runt..." Kory panted again, and the purring became louder as Serik's tongue left the lynx's ass and his powerful arms hauled Kory's legs and thighs up higher, until his stomach rose from the rubbery mat and the leather padding sagged down over the rest of him. The tiger's erection was pressing in under his tail now, thick and warm, and Kory shuddered as its tip pressed through his fur and left a warm trail of pre. He could hear the tiger's breath quickening with arousal, and could almost feel the other feline's eagerness in the way his fingers tightened around Kory's ankles.

"Prove it," Serik purred, "Beg me to fuck you,"

"Uhhnnn" the lynx groaned, his arousal and embarrassment warring inside of him. He knew that the tiger was going to fuck him no matter what he said, but despite his humiliation, he wanted to beg for Serik anyway. He did want Serik to fuck him, and he didn't care what Connor or Derek thought anymore.

"Please fuck me Sir," Kory managed to moan, and Serik's hands tightened even more at the last word, claws poking into the lynx's fur as the tiger's purring became a throaty chuckle. The lynx barely noticed, not with the tip of the tiger's cock pushing harder underneath his tail. He was still wet from the bigger male's tongue, but the drool and pre didn't seem to help much as the thick head of Serik's dick slowly opened him, and Kory let out a pained whimper as the tiger's arms spread his legs even further and yanked him farther off the floor while the heavy thigh guards flopped over onto his back. The weight had been bad enough before, now it seemed to be squeezing him even tighter than Serik's hug had. Only about an inch of the tiger's cock was inside of him, but it ached painfully as he clenched around it.

"Hurts?" Serik asked gruffly, and Kory realized with a sense of relief that the tiger had stopped out of concern for him. Blind and panting, Kory shook his head as much as the helmet would let him.

"No..." he huffed. But it _did_hurt, and he was pretty sure that the pads were smothering him at this point, and his stomach ached from where Serik had kicked and squeezed him. "Yes..." he said instead after a few seconds, and then his teeth ground together as Serik's cock began to slide free. "Wait!" he yelped. "I didn't mean..."

"Cub," Serik growled as Kory panted and tried to figure out what he was trying to say. "Shut Up." The tiger snarled, and before Kory could say anything else the massive tip forced him open again, and every muscle in Kory's body seemed to tense and squeeze as inch after inch of tiger drove into him. It couldn't have taken Serik more than a few seconds, but the sudden fullness and tightness seemed to drive the thoughts out of Kory's head, and his hands clenched in their mitts and his body squirmed in the tiger's grip. He realized that his tongue was hanging out of his muzzle, and he was pretty sure he'd either screamed or moaned, but all that he could focus on now was the size of the dick he was impaled on.

"Tight," Serik chuckled over the lynx's stunned sob, "Lets fix that,"

"Ooohhghhadd," Kory groaned incoherently, because now Serik's cock was sliding back again, and the tiny ridges on his feline shaft were tugging and pulling inside of him and making his hackles rise underneath the sweaty leather pads. It felt worse and better than it had when Serik had thrust into him, but the pain that had made him howl was already fading into a dull ache, and the tiger's cock barely hurt at all as it rammed into him again, pushing so deep that the lynx's throat tightened with a helpless growl. He didn't want Serik to stop anymore, not now, not with the tiger's barbs raking his insides and his thick tip probing against parts of the Lynx that made his whole body tingle every time Serik thrust.

And Serik was thrusting a lot now, getting into a rhythm that made the lynx's body throb and glow with arousal. His own erection was dripping onto the padded ring again, and he was drooling now too, barely able to think as he gasped for air. The tiger was pushing himself so deep that his balls were slapping against Kory's ass, and whenever they did Serik grunted and tugged on the lynx's legs, forcing his muscles to tighten and making the thick cock inside of him seem to grow. Soon he was pulling Kory's legs every time his hips jerked forward, and Kory moaned breathlessly from the combination of pain and pleasure.

However much Kory liked it though, Serik clearly wasn't satisfied yet, because he let go of one of Kory's ankles and grabbed the lynx's tail painfully, his other arm wrapping around Kory's stomach and squeezing him closer to his thrusting hips. For a couple of seconds his legs dangled and it felt like the tiger's hand was about to pull his tail off, and Kory yowled and struggled in the dominant male's grasp while the tiger's enormous cock continued to plow into him.

The lynx's eyes started to water, and Serik's rhythm slackened until finally the tiger roared and let go of the tail entirely, reaching down to grab Kory's own dick and pump it roughly as he started to thrust again. Kory could barely believe how good it felt with the tiger inside of him, could barely imagine how strong Serik must have been to hold him with just one hand while his erection drove the lynx open. The tiger was saying something, but Kory was beyond listening now, he could only shudder and growl as heat flushed through his cock and throbs of ecstasy flooded through his body. He felt the warm cum spatter against his stomach, felt the thick fingers that were milking him tighten and rub faster and harder, but mostly he felt the muscles inside of him squeezing tighter, and felt rather than heard the tiger's shuddering orgasm overtake him as his thrusts became short and frantic.

He was still dazed when, seconds or minutes or hours later the tiger's cock squeezed out of him, hot cum spurting across his sore rear as Serik carelessly dropped him onto the springy floor of the arena. Kory realized that he was purring, and as he squirmed in the sticky puddle he'd just made he realized that Connor and Derek were whistling and cheering, either for him or for Serik. He supposed it didn't matter, and as the tingling sense of afterglow started to replace the dazed bliss of his climax he realized that Derek was never going to let him live this down...

"Whew, any pizza left?" Serik asked, and Kory could hear his heavy footsteps plodding toward the edge of the ring. It occurred to the panting lynx as he blindly raised his head that he was still locked in all of the protective gear, but even that didn't alarm him until he heard the muffled sound of Serik's palm slapping against Connor's.

"You're up bro," Serik growled. "Nice and loose for the knot now,"

"Fuck that," Connor laughed. "I'm gonna take his muzzle,"

"Uh... Derek!" Kory whined, but he already knew it was useless, because the wolverine's laugh was just as eager as the wolf's had been.

"No choking until I've had a turn," Derek warned, "we've got all night to give him a proper work-out,"

No, Derek wouldn't let him forget tonight any time soon, and as Connor's hands gently but firmly pulled him up onto his knees, he realized that one way or another he'd be getting that membership...