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The day Lance was anticipating had finally arrived. He had gotten in contact with the cougar and the wolf, those wrestler guys from GreenMount College. He had spoken to the cougar a few weeks ago, and they'd planned to get together.

Scott would be out all day on a photo shoot, so Lance had the apartment to himself. He intended to make use of it. Generous use.

At first he'd originally planned to meet the cougar, but when the cougar asked to invite his roommate, Lance more than happily agreed! The three of them had talked - the massive wrestler studs, and Lance, the small, sleek kitty, and they'd decided to make a party out of it. A party that would be intimate and very . . . slippery.

Of course the wolf and the cougar said they weren't gay, but if going to a gay orgy meant they could get their rocks off, they were happy to do it.

A few phone calls was all it took. What they say about life is true: if you know the right people, you can make anything happen.

After Lance had called his guest list, the white and gray cat decided to the store to get supplies. No orgy would be complete without a few essentials! He knew from experience.

He pranced down the aisles of the brightly lit department store in a high cutoff tank top and some very tight jeans. He didn't like shopping alone very much, but considering how much company he would be having, he didn't mind.

"Let's see," he murmured to himself. "Lighting." He strode down the aisle of light bulbs. So many bulbs in so many different sizes, shapes and colors. Would it be possible to get lost in the light bulb section? There were long ones, thick ones, round ones, bulbs of all colors. Just like cocks, he realized, with a little grin. He opted for a few dull, low-watt pink bulbs. Good for mood lighting.

As he walked toward the personal hygiene section, he noticed a rack of compact discs on sale.

He realized he needed music! Or, at least it would add nicely to the atmosphere. Something soft but with a good groove. He chose a mix with some ambient tracks with some light trance influences.

"Perfect," he said, tossing it into his shopping basket.

To his left, at the end of the stationery aisle was a kiosk for watches. All kinds of watches, with leather wristbands, metal wristbands, some that looked like bubbles, some of plastic and some of stainless steel. Such variety.

Staring at this diverse display of chronometers was a tall, very attractive cheetah. He was dressed so simply, in a white T-shirt and canvas pants, but he was gorgeous. Big eyes, with those black strips across his eyes, accentuating the white and yellow of his face. He looked about nineteen, and had a good build on him. He also happened to be checking Lance out, staring at him.

A watcher, in front of the watches. How appropriate, Lance thought.

Lance reached into his back pocket and pulled a business card out. It had his cellular phone number on it.

"Here," he said, handing it to the cheetah, who looked more than a little surprised. "Give me a call in a couple of hours. Trust me."

With that, he made his way to personal hygiene.

So many different kinds of lubrication! There were water-based, silicon-based, gels, cremes, liquids, unscented, mint flavored, edible, and even lube with that nonoxynol-9 shit.

He decided to go mostly water-based, since they couldn't all fit into Scott's shower, and they sure as hell didn't need to prevent pregnancy.

"With a hint of mint, I think," he said softly.

On the way to the checkout counter, he passed the magazine aisle. As usual, there were several muscle magazines displaying perfectly built young studs who looked as if they were simply begging for attention. They were printed mostly for the pretty pictures. These were different from the legitimate muscle magazines, of course, and the distinction was easy to tell once you knew how.

Scott had been in a couple of those, actually. He was quite proud of himself for that.

He tossed a couple of those into his basket.

"Inspiration is a must," he murmured happily.

He paused in the middle of the store to consider if he needed anything else. Finally he decided that he did not.

Reaching the cashier was actually rather fun. He laid down the items on the conveyor in the order he'd bought them. Light bulbs, music, personal lubricant, and muscle magazines.

The clerk was a younger male otter, no older than seventeen, who seemed not the least interested in the combination of goods being purchased.

As Lance paid, he looked at the young man in the eyes and said, "Repetition blinds you from diversity in all things but sex, my friend."

The boy didn't give much of a response, and after the transaction was complete, Lance walked off and left the store excitedly, a bounce in his step. A bulge stood out in his too-tight jeans as he imagined how the evening would go.

* * *

Scott decided he was going to kill his fucking agent. That much was certain. The guy had told him his photo shoot would be on Wednesday, but when he arrived at the studio, they said they had rescheduled for Friday. Such minor inconveniences usually didn't bother him too much, but his agent's lack of attention to detail was starting to piss him off.

He had spent the entire morning working out, trying to give his muscles a bit of extra mass for the photo shoot. Consequently he was full of male energy, and this made him horny, as his workouts always did. It put him in the mood to fuck to the shit out of something.

He had an hour-long drive back home to complain to himself about it, but halfway through the drive, he started thinking about Lance. His boyfriend was the only person he'd ever known who could cheer him up from his dark moods. Mostly because Lance was the only one Scott had ever met who could take the full force of his lust.

More than once he had spent over an hour burying his cock under the cats tail, between his firm round cheeks. The resulting orgasm had been mind-blowing, and afterward the leopard had nearly passed out. Lance seemed to have no limit to the size or force he could take under his tail, and his ability to suck was unmatched. The only one who ever came close was Calvin, coincidentally the only other male he had been with.

He got out of his car in the parking lot of his apartment complex and stood in the afternoon sunlight. He pulled off the T-shirt he was wearing, figuring that if his great body wasn't going on film, other people might as well enjoy it. He was aware of his broad shoulders, his bulging biceps and his chiseled abs, and in his jeans he knew he looked every bit the model he had tried to be that day.

Outside of the apartment complex, standing by the doorway to the stairs where Scott always entered, were three young guys. Scott lived on the second floor so he had to enter this way. Two stood on left-sided doorway and one on the right.

On the left was a tall, slender doberman in shorts and a tank top. He was gorgeous, really, with the body of the swimmer, the sun casting shadows on his already dark fur, which held sleek to him in tones of black and brown. A smile spread across his long slender muzzle as he openly stared at the approaching leopard.

Next to him was an otter dressed similarly, also with a very attractive build. His face was adorable, with big blue eyes and a friendly grin. He was bouncing on balls of his feet, obviously excited about something.

On the right of the doorway was a figure who towered over the other two. He was a wolf, dressed in, of all things, a wrestling singlet and a football jersey. He was like a muscular giant in fur. The white football jersey was stretched across his broad shoulders and chest and the sleeves stretched around his thick, powerful arms, contrasting to his dark gray fur. It was cut off just below his chest and the blue wrestling tights clung to his body in one piece all the way down to his thighs. They seamlessly outlined his rock hard abdomen, his slim waist and the huge bulge between his meaty thighs. His legs were also thick and muscular, and his huge wolf feet poked out of a pair of sneakers, which had the ends, cut off. The way the clothes on his body, they looked like something out of a comic book, as if they were painted on. This wrestler wolf leaned back against the doorway staring at Scott as he approached.

The leopard felt almost intimidated by this huge figure, but he continued on.

The wolf spoke as he passed by in a deep voice, "You here for the party?"

Scott had not expected to be spoken to, so he paused a moment before he replied, "What party?"

"The one in 213," said the wolf.

Scott felt shock run through his system. His apartment number was 213. The only one who should be there was Lance, since he had the key. That meant Lance was throwing a party without him, and judging by the looks of three guys standing outside the apartment complex, it was a party Lance wanted to keep secret from him. After all, Scott was not supposed to be back for another four hours, at least.

Anger followed shock, but while being muscular and good-looking, Scott was also very intelligent. He restrained himself from saying anything else and simply nodded. "Yeah," he said.

"Come on," said the wrestler wolf, and he began to walk up the stairs.

Scott followed along behind, already knowing the way but content to keep quiet for the moment.

His apartment was the first at the top of the stairs on the right, and as the wolf opened the door and stepped inside ahead of Scott, the leopard could already see he was right about the party. There were four or five half-dressed males of various species walking around his living room.

But this did not prepare him for the full effect of it. Scott stepped through the door and his jaw nearly dropped.

There weren't just four or five -- but rather three times the number, crammed into his modest apartment.

To his right, pressed against the wall, were two cheetahs making out heavily with their shirts off. He watched their lips nearly sealed together, the pink of their tongues contrasting to their white muzzles, as they shared them.

His couch had become a pile of debauchery -- a white bear sat on the couch naked with his legs parted, and two smaller males, (a cat and mouse, ironically) were sharing his huge erection, licking it and sucking on it together like lollipop. Next to the bear was a snow leopard jerking off as he alternately watched the bear being pleasured, and turned to his other side and sucked off a tall equine.

Two white rabbits, a raccoon and a fox were having a circle jerk directly in front of him, each with his left hand stroking the male on his left, and his right hand curled around the male's body on his right. Periodically they would switch hands, rubbing the guy on their right. It was fascinating to watch this cooperation of movement.

To his left, bent over his dining room table was Calvin the dalmatian. He was naked, with his legs parted, being fucked thoroughly by a German shepherd who wore a football jersey and nothing else. It is firm butt clenched each time he thrust forward into Calvin, and he was moaning loudly. His jersey was white, just like the wrestler wolf's, so perhaps they were on the same team.

On the television on the far right wall a porno was playing at low volume, though the moans and grunts from the television were easily drowned out by those of the guys in his apartment. There was also some music playing stereo, some soft techno stuff that seemed to fit the scene perfectly.

There were more sounds coming from his kitchen, but what really interested him was the half-open bedroom door. It was dark in there, save a soft glow of party bulb, and he could only make out moving shapes, not what they were doing. He had a feeling he knew what he would find there, but he wanted to see it for himself.

He strode across the apartment, not really sure why he wasn't overwhelmed with emotion. He only knew that he had to find Lance, and would have bet money that Lance was in the bedroom.

He crossed the room slowly, taking in the sights, and he pushed open his bedroom door.

This room, like the rest of the apartment, was full of men.

On the bed were three males.

The first was the huge wolf he'd seen earlier, the wrestler guy. He had shed his clothing, and was even more impressive naked than he had been clothed. His musculature was massive, and his cock was enormous.

On the other side of the bed was a cougar of the same build, also naked. If they'd been the same species, they could have been brothers, the way they were built so similarly. The cougar, instead of the dark gray fur of the wolf, had tan fur like a mask on his face, running over his head down the back of his neck and his shoulders and his back, while the front of his body was all white. Though differently shaped and colored, he was truly stunning, just like the wolf.

Between them was Lance, on his hands and knees. Lance, of course was very attractive as well -- almost impossibly slender and graceful in his movements -- he could have modeled, though in quite a different kind of publication from Scott. More like posing as a "barely legal" teen in a porno.

The wolf was kneeling on the bed in front of Lance, his meaty thighs spread, feeding the cat about eleven inches of thick cock. From the looks of things, he wasn't the first in there, since there was white semen spattered all over Lance's muzzle, as well as trickling from his lips, and dripping from his chin. He was sucking eagerly on the length of hard meat as the wolf shoved it into his muzzle.

On the other end was the cougar, who was sliding his massive cock (his was even thicker) into Lance's butt like a piston. Apparently he was not the first in this end either, since the entire length was glistening, and there was white cum dripping from his balls. He was using another guy's seed as lubrication.

Lance was on his tummy, his firm rump poking in the air, just like his shoulders, so that he was nearly bent in two, the valley of his back in the middle. Without skipping a beat, the wolf looked over at Scott and grinned. "Nice party, huh?" he said. "You can take him when I'm done, if you want."

The cougar looked over as well, nodding. "Tight as a fuckin' vice."

Around the room there were three or four guys in the shadows, stroking themselves as they watched. From time to time there were moans of surprise or pleasure from them, which only added to the noise coming from the bed, from this erotic tableau.

Scott leaned against the doorway, watching. He was in shock; he could scarcely move. He had expected to come home and see Lance in one of his cut off tank tops and his too-short jeans, stretching or watching TV or something. This entire scene was like nothing he had ever seen before. It had completely blown his mind.

Beneath the shock was anger. Burning anger, because this was wrong. Lance had invited nearly twenty people Scott had never met into his own apartment. They were in his bedroom, in his bathroom, in his living room, everywhere! Lance had done this behind his back, lied to him, and was cheating on him with most of them, if not all. He found himself whispering, "little slut," under his breath. Then he said it louder, more of a growl. "Little fucking slut."

Mixed with the inferno of his anger, of betrayal, however, was the fire of lust. At first he scarcely recognized it, he only felt a warm tingly feeling all over, which he assumed was adrenaline from his fury. But as he shifted his weight against the doorway, he felt his erection slide in his jeans slightly, and the sudden overwhelming sense of arousal made him dizzy.

It all hit him at once -- the gorgeous guys making out and jerking off in the living room, the sounds of their moans and pleasure audible even in the bedroom where he was, and this, before him, his hot, tight little boyfriend and being fucked from both ends, making wet sucking noises with his mouth as he went down on a wolf who was larger both in stature and in cock size than Scott.

Lance's eyes had remained closed mostly, but they flickered open for a moment and by chance he happened to glance in Scott's direction. Then they opened wide, and flashed with a fearful "caught" expression. He panicked and tried to pull off of the wolf's cock, but the lupine but one huge hand on the back of the cat's head and held him still.

"Don't quit on me now, little buddy," grunted the wolf as he held Lance there, bathing his cock in tongue.

The cougar brought one hand up against Lance's rump, smacking the left cheek. Lance moaned softly in what sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. His tail tip flicked left and right. The cougar tilted his head back and groaned.

"Aww... yeah... you like gettin' smacked, don't you? You tighten up when I do it..." He clapped a hand on the cat's butt again, bringing a louder moan. The cougar's hips thrust forward again and again, and it seemed that every muscle in his body flexed beautifully.

Scott stepped into the room and when his legs touched a chair behind him, he collapsed onto it. He massaged the aching hard-on in his jeans and moaned aloud, swallowing once because his mouth was dry. Not only was his boyfriend Lance getting fucked by two guys, he was getting it rough. They were nearly raping him, and he was loving it.

Lance had always been able to take all of Scott's aggression and force when they had sex. Scott had been able to pin him to the bed and fuck him as hard as he could with his very large shaft and the cat had taken it with no problems, always begging for more. They had never pushed Lance's limits. He suspected those limits went very far, but he had never anticipated anything like this!

And Scott never imagined this would turn him on. He felt jealous, and almost sick over it, and that hurt. But the hurt twisted inside of him alongside a terrific sense of pure lust. He sat there, slack jawed, sliding his hand up and down his maleness within his jeans, grabbing it and tugging on it.

It was like he was watching his own revenge played out on Lance; his anger made him want them to be rough with him.

The wolf began to thrust harder and faster, and Lance was almost gagging, but it didn't stop the big lupine from forcing his cock into the cat's throat, making a visible lump as it was swallowed. His impressive arms flexed as he fucked the feline face, holding it still while the flesh tube of his massive shaft penetrated. His face was determined, full of purpose and devoid of any thoughts other than his goal -- to cum, and to cum hard.

In this way he was cooperating with the cougar, pushing him back onto the big cat's cock, while the cougar was slamming him from the backside, forcing him onto the wolf. Lance's sleek figure absorbed this, writhing in his own lust, now aware that he was being watched not only by various spectators, but also by his own boyfriend. A kitty sandwich, with extra cream.

Suddenly the big wolf was clinching his teeth, his fangs showing fiercely, and he curled his fingers in Lance's head fur, holding him still as he reached his orgasm. He let out an inarticulate cry and he pumped his hips rapidly, with shallow strokes.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." he breathed heavily. Then his round butt clenched, and he stopped thrusting. Lance moaned and suddenly a thick white flood jetted out of his muzzle, running down his chin. Lance tried to swallow, but it wasn't enough; the wolf's spunk ran down the underside of the lupine cock, and trickled down Lance's neck.

This had obviously happens to him several times throughout the afternoon, because the white juice which now ran down his chin was mixed with the seed that had already been shot on his cheeks and face. Throughout his climax, the wrestler wolf watched this with fascination, the product of his own incredible pleasure filling up the small feline's mouth and pouring out.

Finally he slumped down, pulling out slowly, shaking the last few drops from his dick onto Lance's face, and he nodded to the cougar, who never stopped thrusting throughout this exchange.

"Roll him over," the wolf said.

With a single nod, the cougar pulled out, and they flipped Lance over onto his back. They tossed him around like a rag doll, lifting one leg and flipping him over. He had an erection himself, which was quite clear, but in his fervor to please the other males, he had not had time to pay attention to it. His slender body lay prone on the bed now, his slender chest, and the dip of his flat tummy and his supple legs.

The wolf knelt over the cat's face now, obscuring his head. His thick, powerful thighs parted and he slowly lowered down until the cat's muzzle was snugly pressed between the wolf's buttocks. Two massive lupine's balls hung just in front of Lance's chin, and above this his maleness was coming to life once again, still half-hard from the wet muzzle-fucking.

"Lick it, buddy... you can do it," he murmured softly, letting his muscular arms hang at his sides. There was a brief pause, and then, "Ooohhhhhh yeah... that's it... that's so good..."

He let his muzzle drop open in a big happy wolf grin, grinding his rump on the cat's tongue, feeling Lance licking the hot pucker under his tail, pushing its way in.

Meanwhile, the cougar grabbed the cat's ankles and lifted his legs in the air. There was a brief pause while the cougar knelt down and positioned his big cock under Lance's balls, at his tight, wet pucker. Then, a moment later, he was pounding away again.

Lance, who had such a small frame already, seemed far too small between these huge figures who outsized even his boyfriend, but this only added to the aesthetics of the scene. It could have been straight out of a porno; a good one.

Scott watched all of this with fascination and lust beyond anything he'd ever known. They were so rough with him, and yet Lance wanted it. That was obvious. He'd always had a taste for the darker side of things, and here he was, getting it in both ends, licking the firm, taut ass of the wrestler wolf, and simultaneously getting fucked by the cougar.

Fucking his boyfriend, the one he loved.

Scott breathed out shakily and caressed his member. He was vaguely aware that he had pulled open his jeans and freed his throbbing member.

He had not been paying much attention to the other guys around the room, but obviously one of them was paying very close attention to him. The doberman, who had been standing outside, approached him in the dimly lit room. He knelt on the floor before Scott, and breathed softly, "You've got a really nice piece of equipment there."

Scott paused and looked at him. "Uhh... thanks," he said.

"It's beautiful," said the doberman. He openly stared at it, his slender muzzle open, as he liked his nose pad. "Can I suck it for you?"

Scott remembered being in the restroom at the mall, and Lance asking him the same question. The uninhibited desire made his heart beat faster. There was something intensely erotic about being asked in this way, this openly.

Scott wagged it in front of his face a little, and half grinned. "You sure you want this?"

Ordinarily he never would have considered letting someone else touch him, but after what Lance had done, he felt he deserved it. He pointed it outward slightly, the round pink head aimed toward the canine's mouth.

The doberman nodded emphatically, and without another word he moved forward and engulfed it in his long, wet muzzle. Other than the wrestler wolf and cougar on the bed, Scott had the largest endowment in the apartment, and this eager doggie between his legs was able to take the whole thing in his long muzzle. It slid over the canine tongue, and the doberman began to suck on it energetically, sending waves of intense pleasure through Scott's body via the member between his legs.

"Ohhhh yeeeah," the leopard breathed, purposely loud enough for Lance to hear. "Suck my cock, buddy... yeah, take it all..."

He let his hands rest on the arms of the chair, stretching his legs out and watching the scene on the bed through this new haze of pleasure. It changed everything, getting sucked off while he watched. The cougar was being so rough with Lance, and Scott wanted him to be rough, wanted him to put his big hands on Lance's small hips and use him, thrust into him deeply.

And when the cougar used one hand to pull Lance's tail upward, or to slap his butt, Scott would moan in appreciation, and feel his toes curl in his sneakers. All the while the doberman never stopped, never slowed down in his energetic sucking and slurping of the leopard's huge cock. The dark canine head moved up and down unceasingly.

The wrestler wolf who still knelt over Lance's face, arched his massive chest out and his hand, which had been stroking his shaft the whole time, moved faster as he approached a second ejaculation. Lance's hands seemed very small on the wolf's rump as he pulled the cheeks apart and nuzzled deeper in, now very eagerly enjoying himself, kissing and slurping the tight, sensitive spot under the wolf's tail. The wolf's asshole gripped his tongue like a vise, strong, just like the rest of him.

The cougar was moving faster as well, his white furred abs tensing with each rapid piercing thrust. His eyes were half closed, his square, furry jaw standing out as he clenched his teeth. His body was a beautiful anatomy study, the body of a strong, and powerful cougar man fucking the young, supple cat boy.

And finally the cougar came, ramming himself in to the hilt. His hips pressed tightly against lances butt, and he rocked back and forth, his muzzle hanging open, crying out, "Fuck! Fuck YEAH!"

Though Scott could not see it, he could imagine the cougar's thick shaft spurting out its hot white seed. Scott had felt the very same pleasure many times, and his jealousy only intensified, knowing the big muscle cougar was feeling this now too.

"Gonna shoot again..." the wolf muttered, looking at his cougar buddy in the eyes. He was warning him because, being so close together, facing one another; the wolf's seed was going to land on the cougar's body.

Through the haze of his lust, the big cat nodded. "Do it, bro..."

And then wolf came as well, as he milked his shaft with his strong hand, an arc of thick cum jetted out over Lance's body, followed immediately by another, and they splattered the cougar's abs, laying wet ropes on his muscular, in his downy fur.

The wolf and the cougar were a team then, coming together, both caught up in the lust and thrusting, flexing their muscles and breathing heavily.

Even over their grunting and panting, Scott could hear Lance's audible moan of pleasure as he was filled with the cougar's juice, and the wolf's tail hole gripped his tongue.

From time to time he looked away from this to his lap, where the doberman was still bobbing slowly, swallowing his shaft and releasing it, his tongue working over the leopard's cock in ways he could not even imagine. The canine was fondling his balls as well as he nursed on the flesh pole, and Scott felt himself growing close already to his climax.

The wolf and the cougar began to climb off of Lance's exhausted body, and they grinned down at him. "Thanks buddy," the wolf said. "You're one of the best fucks I ever had."

"Yeah," the cougar agreed. "Same here, little guy. You gotta come over to our place sometime."

Lance was laying upon his back, with his arms stretched out on the bed, gazing up at them. He simply nodded, smiling blissfully, far too spent to say much in response.

The naked wrestler wolf put his muscular arm around the cougar's shoulders, and the two of them walked companionably out of the bedroom together. Of course, their massive bodies who would not fit through the doorway together, and so they left single file through it.

There were still many guys around the room coupling and doing various things together, but Lance lay on top bed untouched, with semen running from his lips and from the hole under his tail which had been used more times than Scott could guess. He supposed that they didn't want to touch him because they felt he had been used enough and needed some rest.

Scott, on the other hand, did not agree. He gently but insistently pulled the doberman out of his lap, his libido complaining that the lack of stimulation. The doggie had been really great, but he had something else in mind. His shaft throbbed, and his lust urgently needed sex. These thoughts tried to cloud his judgment, to make him sit down on the chair and let the cute canine bring him over the edge, to make him feel the wonderful release of shooting his hot seed into a swallowing mouth... but he fought that instinct.

He shook this off and stood up, feeling lightheaded. He toed off his shoes and pulled his jeans and underwear down around his ankles. He walked across the room, toward the bed, wearing only a pair of white socks. Everyone in the room turned their eyes toward him, many of them in envy of his attractive body and his large manhood, others simply curious, and all of them with desire.

He stood over the cat on the bed, naked, at the foot of the bed. He felt like a porno star himself, as if he were performing. Perhaps he was.

Lance gazed up at him with his large eyes, laying there on his back, lithe body stretched out.

Scott knelt on the bed, feeling his firm mattress give slightly under his weight.

"How many guys you let fuck you today?" he asked, staring in the young cat's eyes.

Lance bit his lower lip. "A few," he said, timidly.

Scott acted before his conscious mind knew what he was doing. He grabbed Lance's thin ankles, one in each hand, and he hoisted them in the air. He looked down at the cat's pucker, under his tail, which looked none the worse for wear, just a bit looser than before, and he pressed the tip of his cock against it, the hole where so many guys had deposited their seed.

"How fucking many?" he asked again, with a snarl, pushing Lance's legs back, so the cat's knees touched his chest.

"Three," Lance said, his voice shaky. He accommodated Scott's movements, and he was quite limber, but there was clear surprise on his face. Whatever Lance had expected, this wasn't it.

Scott reached down and slapped Lance's ass, hard. It made a smacking sound on the firm rump, and he felt the cat's tailhole tighten around the head of his cock. Ohh, that felt good, too.

Lance yelped. "F-five!" he offered.

Scott slapped again, in the same place on Lance's rump, adding to the sting of his last slap. He was in charge. He was the big guy, now. Everyone else had gotten what he wanted from Lance, and now it was his turn.

Lance's chest arched out and he hissed a breath in through clenched teeth. His ring tightened again, involuntarily, grabbing Scott's cock. The leopard held back a moan. Lance's shaft stood up against his tummy, hard, and with each slap from Scott's hand, it jerked. Obviously the kitty was enjoying this.

"Okay!" Lance cried out. "It was eight... or nine... maybe ten... I don't remember exactly because they were taking turns for a while."

Scott believed him. "Good boy," he said, and with that, he slammed his cock into Lance's warm, wet love tunnel, all the way to the hilt. He had never done this before, and now he held back nothing, no mercy.

Lance cried out, but with pleasure, mixed with surprise. Scott had to hold back a cry of pleasure himself -- he was not used to being so suddenly encased in the grip of Lance's ass. They'd always taken it slow before, but now he understood that it was not necessary.

Scott began to fuck Lance with all of the force of his lust and anger combined. He had enjoyed so many times the cat's smooth, sleek body, the way it seemed to fit against his, and now he was doing it in front of a large audience, most of them had already experienced it. And so he was not gentle; he pierced the tight warm hole under Lance's tail vigorously, pushing himself in, not allowing any resistance to hold him back as he plowed his squirming, moaning, unfaithful lover.

This was Scott's revenge -- taking the cat so hard and rough, with no concern for Lance, staring into his eyes and growling with ferocious lust. So thin and delicate seamed Lance's wrists in Scott's large hand. He bent over now, nearly laying on top of the cat, their bodies almost pressed together.

"Slut," he breathed, his voice shaking with the rhythm of his body. "You fucking slut."

Lance nodded, letting out a breathy moan. "Y... yeah..."

He could never remember being so aggressive with his sex, with his strength. He could never remember wanting to use the power of his body to force himself onto another, but now as he did this, a new lust was awakened in him. And the pleasure of it -- oh the incredible sensations were physical, but they also ran a line to emotional as well, and something far more guttural and instinctual than either. He was claiming the cat with each hard thrust, with each undulation of his muscular form he tightened up on Lance. It felt so good, so incredibly good. He heard himself moaning as if it was coming from somewhere else.

Lance's face was a mask of pleasure. He was loving it, he loved to be treated this way, rutting like animals, and yet he had said nothing to Scott about it. He was being used, forced, truly fucked, and he was in heaven.

This was Scott's reward -- he was giving the cat exactly what he wanted, what he needed, in a way only he could, because he knew Lance better than any of these others. The cat had put him into a situation that brought him more pleasure and intensity than he'd ever felt before. All eyes were on him -- some of the guys were jerking off watching him, wishing they were under Scott, some were wishing they were him. And this spurred him on. He was the fucking porno star, the gorgeous leopard guy, the one everyone lusted over. None of this would have happened if Lance hadn't been a slut, hadn't set up this party, and it was Scott's way of expressing gratitude as well, of sharing this with him.

And then suddenly he was cumming, his hips pressed against Lance's butt, and this triggered the cat's orgasm as well. They were both grunting, moaning as Scott's shaft throbbed, and Lance's tunnel gripped him. He nearly passed out from the amount of energy rushing through him. He was shooting, the liquid fire running up the shaft of his cock, and jetting out, filling up Lance as all the others had.

"FUCK," he cried out. "Fucking slut... yes..."

Lance was crying out as well, in his higher, silky voice and they pressed together hard, and Scott kissed him. It was a mutual, open-mouthed kiss just as deep and passionate as their climax.

Lance's smaller penis shot out his juice as well, having been held back for so long, and it peppered Scott's strong, toned chest and stomach, sticking them together.

And then it was done, and Scott lay on the cat, his long, powerful body covering the smaller feline's.

"You had enough yet?" he breathed, panting onto Lance's lips.

The cat opened his eyes, finally, and he whispered, "I have now."

And that was the last sexual encounter they had at the party. There would be a confrontation later, certainly. Scott fully intended to deal with Lance, but for now it was out in the open, and they both decided to simply enjoy the eye candy all over the apartment.

So, for the rest of the afternoon, they simply watched.