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Sweaty leather clung to Luka's face as Boris's hands yanked on the hood's laces, loosening it enough to pull it smoothly over Luka's forehead. He had to blink back tears at the sudden glare of the dim light, but the basement air felt wonderfully cool against his matted fur compared to the clinging, suffocating tightness of the eyeless leather hood. The smells of his own sweat and cum filled Luka's nose as he inhaled, and he shivered a little as he glanced up at Boris's smiling muzzle.

"Spit." the older tiger commanded, and Luka obediently let him take the thick rubber gag from out of his muzzle. He didn't even mind that Boris wiped off the drool on his naked shoulder, not when the absence of the gag meant that he could finally move his tongue. His jaws ached a little as he worked them, and his throat felt dry. As if reading him mind, Boris held a bottle of water up to his lips, tilting it back slowly to let Luka drink.

"Ow..." he managed after a few seconds, grinning ruefully at Boris as he grunted and turned away. Luka took the opertunity to let himself flop back into the sweaty sheets and the soft mattress his body was stretched across. Thick leather cuffs held bound his wrists and ankles at the bed's corners, and more leather straps around his shoulders and thighs kept him from moving his limbs more than a couple of inches. No matter how hard he strained his muscles, and Boris knew how to make him strain, Luka had been as helpless as a cub. His chest was a mass of scratches from Boris's claws, some of them hard enough that Luka half expected to see blood when he glanced down the length of his body, and his balls still ached and burned from Boris's slaps.

The young tiger tilted his head enough to see what Boris was doing. The other tiger had stepped out of the circle of light around the bed though, and all that Luka could see was the sillohette of his muscular body leaning against the condo's walls. The glow of the cigar flared as Boris lit it, and Luka smelt rather than saw the cloud of smoke. It made his nose wrinkle, and almost made him wish for the hood to go back on. His wrists and ankles pulled at the restraints again, making the padlocks at each corner clink quietly and making him wince at as his body clenched around the butt plug still burried inside of him. The thick rubber toy didn't feel bad, not exactly, but now that his cum was slowly drying on his stomach, the stretching fullness was a lot harder to ignore.

As Luka panted and watched, Boris walked across the room, his boots thumping against the wooden floor. He obviously hadn't gotten off himself, Luka would have smelt the other tiger's cum if he had, and Boris's dick was still mostly erect as he puffed on the cigar and poured a drink for himself from a bottle resting on a shelf crowded with whips, dildos and toys.

"What are you doing?" Luka asked finally, and Boris paused with the shot glass halfway to his muzzle, stepping close enough for the light to highlight his muscles. Boris was tall for a tiger, even taller than Luka, and even though he was well past his thirties there didn't seem to be a bit of fat on his firm stomach. Luka's own belly was quite a bit softer, and the leaner muscles on the rest of his body barely showed through his thick orange fur, which was a bit yellower than Boris's. Where the older tiger spoke in a thick, eastern accent, Luka's English was a lot more native. Aside from the shared green colour of their eyes, a stranger probably wouldn't have even guessed that they were related. That was helpful, in Luka's opinion. A lot of guys got upset when they found out that you were fucking your uncle.

Or more accurately, he thought as Boris drained the glass and glowered at him, when your uncle was fucking you. Boris wasn't the bottoming type, or the type who liked being questioned, which probably explained the irritated tone of his answer.

"Is break, Cub. Now relax and shut mouth."

"Yes Sir." Luka replied, but couldn't keep the smile from spreading on his muzzle. Boris saw it off course, and he knew he wasn't going to have to wait very long for the older feline to ask about it. His patience was rewarded with another cloud of smoke from Boris and an exasperated sigh.

"What is funny?"

"Nothing, Sir," Luka answered in a respectful tone. "I don't mind waiting if you're out of breath."

"Huh," Boris grunted, and for a moment the older tiger simply looked at him in the moonlight, the cigar glowing in the corner of his muzzle. Slowly, the tiger reached a gloved hand and lowered it. Then he padded away from the bed, back to the counter full of toys, and Luka stopped bracing himself for his uncle's slap as he listened to the tiger pouring another drink. After a minute or so, he glanced over his shoulder again, but Boris was still leaning by the counter, smoking and staring meditatively at the wall. By now, the toy in his ass was starting to ache, but the throbbing of his balls had faded to a dull burn. Laying his head back on the leather pillow, he wondered if Boris hadn't understood him, or maybe the older tiger had taken his teasing too seriously? His uncle could have a strange sense of humour...

He never heard the Boris's boots on the floor, and it wasn't until the thick plastic slid across his muzzle that Luka's eyes opened and he saw his uncle looming over him, wrenching a clear bag over the younger tiger's head and cinching it closed around Luka's neck, tying it off so tightly that Luka thought that Boris was trying to strangle him. He squirmed instinctively against the restraints, but he knew that it was impossible, and his eyes widened as he inhaled and the soft plastic flopped against his nose and sucked into his mouth, choking him and making him whimper helplessly.

"Sir!" Luka yelped. "I didn't mea-" Boris cut him off with a firm hand over his muzzle, squishing the already warm plastic against his nose and mouth and making it impossible to breathe.

"Shut mouth Cub. Can have air when I finish." Boris growled, and let go of Luka's muzzle and climbing up onto the bed beside of him. The mattress sagged under the bigger tiger's weight, and Luka flinched as some of the ash from Boris's cigar fell across his thigh, hot enough to tingle through his fur. Luka tried to breathe in shallowly, and had to resist the urge to whimper as the plastic crinkled and sucked in around his nose. It was already damp from his breath, and as he cautiously exhaled the bag fogged and turned his uncle into an indistinct, menacing silhouette.

"I would hold breath." Boris suggested, and then reached down and pulled the plug out of Luka's ass with a quick tug that made his body writhe against the restraints. The plastic bag flattened over the tiger's face as he groaned and inhaled. It was already warmer than it had been when Boris had pulled it on, and the bag couldn't have been over his face for more than a minute, probably less. How much air did the bag even hold? If he noticed Luka's shivering, Boris obviously wasn't worried about it, because he took his time squeezing his bulky thighs between Luka's legs and pressing the tip of his erection against the younger tiger's aching rear, purring contentedly as Luka tensed and shuddered.

"Uncle... Please..." Luka whined appeasingly, his words making the bag crinkle as his breath filled it. Boris only purred and petted his stomach possessively. The air Luka inhaled this time seemed warm and damp. Used... he thought nervously. Just like me...

"Impatient," Boris growled. "Always want something..." As the older tiger spoke his hips pushed forward, and even with his hole loosened by the toy Luka coughed and let out a muffled groan. His uncle hadn't bothered with lube, and as his cock slid inside Luka the smaller tiger's groan deepened into a breathless howl of pain. The plastic bag inflated outward with a quiet snap like his pain had filled it, and with Boris's dick impaling him he barely noticed the taste and wetness of the air as he inhaled again, bracing himself on the bed as the barbs on Boris's cock tugged and teased his insides.

It wasn't easy to hold his breath, not when every thrust of Boris's dick made his muscles tense, but he didn't think his uncle was kidding about making him wait.

"Mmm... Tight kitten..." Boris huffed above him. The older tiger's dick was ploughing into him again, faster this time, but he managed to hold his breath while he strained against the restraints. His eyes kept on flickering open and closed, but aside from vague shadows he couldn't see anything through the fogged, dripping plastic. "Good cub..." Boris added what seemed like minutes later. Luka's lungs were straining, and he barely even noticed that his uncle had spoken until the bigger tiger's open palm slapped against his face, hard. The agony was far worse than the burning ache in his rear, and he coughed and gagged, choking as he tried to inhale again and the hand slapped him a second time. Luka's eyes started to water, more from the way the bag sucked in around his muzzle than from the pain, and he realized that he was struggling against the restraints on his wrists and ankles.

"Help..." Luka coughed. His voice sounded raspy in his ears, and it hurt his throat to talk. "Uncle..."

"Shut up Cub." Boris growled. "Trust Uncle Boris..."

The voice sounded far away, almost like it was one of Luka's own thoughts. Squirming took too much effort now, and so did trying to hold his breath. Instead, the young tiger had sagged against the sweaty sheets, the bag flopping in against his muzzle as he hyperventilated, his body tingling and burning and his balls throbbing. He had an erection, but he didn't even notice it until Boris's leather glove closed around it and began to slide up and down in time with his thrusts. Tears were trickling down his cheeks, or maybe that was just the plastic sweating as it sucked in around his face.

"Close..." Boris huffed, and the tiger grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. "Stay awake!" Boris accompanied the order with a punch to Luka's stomach that made him jerk against the restraints, but this time the pain felt good, and he shuddered at the burning warmth. The tiger's head was throbbing now, his whole body felt like it was throbbing, almost in time with his uncle's thrusts. The plastic bag was barely moving now, and it felt like his sweat was gluing it to his muzzle and forehead. The wetness felt cold now, even though his lungs seemed to be on fire. His eyes had blinked open at Boris's command, but it took to much work to keep them that way, and he couldn't see anything except for the foggy surface of the plastic anyway.

The bag squeezed around his face like a second skin, slick and gentle, so much softer than the gloved hand pumping his dick and the barbed cock slamming into his hole. He was aware of heat, flooding through his body and searing his lungs, but it was too hard to concentrate, too hard to do anything except drift in the warmth and the pain.

Luka was only dimly aware of the prickle of sharp points poking into his cheeks, and then the plastic peeled back from his face as Boris's claws sliced through the sticky bag. Cold air tickled his fur as the bag shredded in his uncle's hand, and the bigger tiger's palm slammed into Luka's stomach hard enough to make him jerk against his restraints and cough painfully. Cold, wonderful air rushed into his lungs as his raw throat throbbed painfully. The blurry silhouette above him became Boris's smirking face, leaning down to peer into his eyes and blowing a cloud of bluish smoke over the panting tiger's face. The cigar smoke made Luka gag, but it might have been perfume compared to the stale air he had been breathing.

Boris grinned at his expression and patted his face with a hand that was warm and damp, and as his nose adjusted to the smells of the room he realized it was his own cum that was sticking to his cheek ruffs. Luka didn't even remember orgasming, but when he looked down there was cum splattered across his stomach, and his balls felt sore and tight against his body. His ass ached and throbbed and was squeezed around something that felt thicker and harder than his uncle's cock.

"Uh... did I... pass out?" Luka gasped nervously. Boris shrugged and flicked the end of his cigar, making the smaller tiger shudder as the hot ash scattered across his forehead.

"Who cares?" Boris's grin widened as he finished wiping his hand off on Luka's chest. As Luka flushed the bigger tiger gave his halfway softened erection a squeeze that made him wince and peered at the sticky cum that dribbled out onto his fingers. His other hand disappeared from Luka's view and reappeared holding the gag that Luka had worn earlier in the evening, dripping with what had to be most of the messy load he'd expected his uncle to empty inside of him while he'd been bagged.

He was still trying to figure out when exactly his uncle had stopped fucking him when Boris's hand clamped around his chin and pulled his mouth open, shoving the musky gag over his face hard enough to make him yowl. The leather cuffs were still cinched tight though, and no matter how hard he strained there was nothing to do but open his mouth and try futilely to swallow the salty mess that dripped down into his throat and onto his flattened tongue. His wide eyes shot from Boris's expression to where his dick had disappeared back into his sheath.

"Mmmhph?"

"No whining. Cub just needed nap like little kitten." Boris purred, and as Luka shuddered his uncle stood up and pulled his leather gloves back on with a smug smile and a puff of smoke. "To catch his breath."

Blushing, Luka did his best to relax as he watched the other tiger walk over to the shelf and begin to dig through the toys piled on it. Whatever point Boris had made with the plastic bag, it was obvious that as far as the older tiger was concerned, their night was far from over.