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Aiden was engaged in his favorite activity, something he liked to call "aggressive chilling out" to his friends, or really to anyone who cared to listen. The muscled lion was sitting on the terrace of a swanky cafe and drinking from a decisively tiny cup, enjoying the sun as much as the looks he was getting from the people. It was a prime locale for that, of course, sitting out there on the warm light, which was more than a fine excuse to only wear a sleeveless T-shirt to expose his toned arms, and generally just emitting a careful air of awesomeness to anyone who passed by. The sidewalk offered an always-replenishing little audience for the lion's exhibitionism, and he greeted them with knowing smiles and raised brows whenever the occasion arose.
The lion's show-off behavior came naturally to him. He had been told he was good-looking from a very young age, and it was perhaps a self-reinforcing prophecy, in a way, considering that he had actually pursued a career in modelling.
His great body and his easy demeanour and playful looks had already gotten him a few good gigs - perhaps not the French Vogue, but he had gotten a steady stream of local catwalks and a few catalogue shoots that had given him a few extra bucks to enjoy the California sun in peace - just his coffee, sunglasses, sporty Bluetooth earbuds, music, Facebook easily thumbed along on the screen of his iPhone.
Aiden might have headed to the gym if it wasn't for his phone beeping with an incoming message.
His other phone that was.
The lion didn't turn off his music, nor otherwise showed any surprise. Weeknights were usually somewhat more slow, but there was still business to be done, and that's why he pulled out the phone from his pants pocket and checked the message that had just popped in. The Sapphire Agency number was more than familiar to him by this point. He hadn't marked it into the phone's memory, just in case the phone fell into wrong paws. There might be strange questions asked.
With one paw lifting his coffee cup to his lips, the other tapped open the message.
CUSTOMER LOOKING FOR THE FULL SERVICE
REQUESTED YOU
EVENING/NIGHT TODAY
STAYING AT THE GRAND
A grin split the lion's broad muzzle. A full night would earn him up to 2,000 dollars, once the Agency deducted their own fee and any other payments he might have to make to keep things at least somewhat on the right side of the law. He didn't want to be caught by the IRS of all authorities when the police couldn't put a stop to his little freelance business venture. The Sapphire Agency was a leading provider of male escorts in the town, hiring out their free entrepreneurs for anyone with the spare dough to dish out on some arm candy. It all looked very neat on the surface, of course, and like the Agency said "anything that happens between the escort and the client is their own business." Aiden liked to imagine that the emphasis on that statement was on the word 'business', and that was certainly his own idea of it.
He'd been doing the occasional gig for the Agency over the past six months or so once he had realized that the modeling work wasn't a sure way into instant riches. The old story of a movie producer or a big time model agent catching you from the street to front a whole international advertising campaign hadn't happened to him yet, which meant that the bread and butter jobs had to suffice for now. What the Sapphire Agency paid for him gave him enough extra to count as the butter in that equation, Aiden had decided, and what the work entailed wasn't a trouble for him. Many of these guys would pay hundreds of dollars for an hour spent in his company, just talking to him or staring at him, maybe while he'd slowly undress and flex his muscles.
Often they'd be more than satisfied with just that. It certainly stroked Aiden's ego, knowing that he could make a grown man cum into their pants simply by letting them watch him. The more involved gigs were somewhat infrequent, yet he wasn't averse to those, either. "Full service" implied that the prospective client had expressed interest in getting their money's worth from them hiring out an escort, though certainly nobody would be saying that aloud before Aiden would be behind closed doors with this mystery customer. The request for him to spend the whole night was another hint to that direction, since generally if you were about to spend such money, you wanted to take your time.
The last line on the message thrilled him in equal amounts, and perhaps even more. The Grand was truly a magnificent hotel that didn't boast its five stars for nothing. Anyone who stayed there (and could still cough up the cash for a multi-thousand-dollar escort as well) was bound to be very rich, and sometimes the rich furs also left a nice tip, besides the basic payment. Aiden could purr and sweet talk them and didn't find that embarrassing, as long as it kept him in designer clothes and helped to pay the rent.
He didn't have to consider it. Not a minute had passed before his fingers swiftly typed a response and sent it to the cyberspace.
I'M IN.
The lion took another sip from his coffee and let his head bob along to the music, feeling good about himself. More work was in his pocket, and life was good. He could order another coffee, and maybe some nice, greasy, very sugary confectionery item to go with it.
He raised a paw and snapped his fingers loudly to attract the attention of a nearby bunny waitress chick with a skirt way too small for the kind of ass she was packing.
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The time was seven pm sharp, when Aiden sailed his way through the doors of the Grand and into the hotel's opulent lobby. The lion had dressed his best, in a suit and tie so that he would in no way look different from the usual clientele of the place. Men and women in smart clothing milled about - the kind of professional people who would live in the hotel, not the members of the jet set who would do things like request a whole floor for themselves or dangle their baby from the room window. Aiden, in his dark suit, didn't stand out. He expected to be mistaken for yet another Wall Street stock hotshot or an investment banker. He was certainly enjoying the looks he got from the women lounging in the armchairs in the lobby without a male companion of their own. While pussy wasn't really to his interest, the lion was a consummate sponge for the attention. if they liked what they saw, they might as well look.
They were probably eyeing him up for the size of his wallet, anyway, the lion thought, wryly, with a swing to his tail while he headed through towards the lounge bar. He had been told to meet his employer for the night there. Aiden didn't know what his client looked like - only the customer received an alluring picture of him to ensure the trade - so he would have to expect to be chatted up by this mystery gentleman. His eyes were out on the prowl as soon as he entered into the room filled with softly played piano music, light chatter, the odd giggle. Aiden sniffed the atmosphere to be that of deliberate idleness, a little haven away from their usual busy professional lives. Nothing out of the ordinary there, the lion considered, just another little haven for people in transit.
Maybe that was why his customer had decided that some prime quality lion would be a wonderful, exquisite distraction from all his troubles, thought Aiden, with a smug smile tugging at his lips. The uninspiring surroundings and the overworked yuppies would probably not offer the kind of pleasure the lion could provide.
He was full of confidence when he moved along to the bar and ordered a small whiskey on the rocks. He didn't bother sitting down, instead opting to just lean one elbow onto the bar and sip his drink. He wanted to be easily reachable, mobile, and most of all, on the show. He wanted his customer to see his height, the way the suit hugged his shoulders and his rear, the neatly trimmed fringe of his mane, all made up to perfection to ensure full satisfaction. He was sure that any of the women lingering about would have loved to get their paws on him, to be pinned onto a hotel bed by him, perhaps, to smell the strong musk of his body, full of natural odor and nothing more.
Aiden let out a pleased rumble. He revelled in his physicality, his strong, honed muscles, the attention, the energy that filled his body. There was a measure of excitement, too, at the knowledge that men were willing to pay good money for the pleasure of spending time in his company. It was one thing to be picked for a catalog or a catwalk by a lavender-smelling queen than to be ogled hungrily by someone who offered to slip 500 dollars into his pocket for the pleasure of trading in the lion's used underwear. Ever since that gig he had made sure not to be wearing anything he particularly liked for his times on the job.
It only added to the thrill, knowing that he was passing among these men and women, undercover, in a way, in his illicit...profession. He felt no pang of conscience for what he was doing. If he could make it, he was not about to feel bad about it. The modeling industry was easily as bad, and probably even more immoral. The basic functions of trying to look good and being available applied to both of his jobs, anyway.
The lion surveyed the room over the rim of his snifter.
He wondered if his john was already in the bar, or still to arrive. Every click of the opening swinging door brought his eyes towards it to gauge the newcomers for the possibility that they were looking for their company for the night. None of the arrivals seemed especially attractive to him (though he was expert at faking it, by now, by nature), although his eyes did linger at a handsome wolverine who seemed to be oozing confidence and money. The male passed him without as much as a look, which told Aiden that he wasn't the one the lion was waiting for. He was almost disappointed. The wolverine looked like he would've been great in the sack.
Aiden let out a little rumble. It'd been a while since his last turn on the job, let alone a more personal recreational time, which was putting him into the mood for a roll in the hay. He hoped that the unspoken implications in his trick's requests meant that he was looking to play with a thick barbed lion-cock besides feasting his eyes on his hot, ripped body. Even thinking about it made him fill his pants just a little bit more. Aiden didn't consider that to be a hindrance, just another reason why someone would pay good money for his company. Make any onlooker envious about the fact that someone else was getting their paws on it and not them.
He was down to the final sip of booze, with ice swimming in the whiskey and sliding against his lips when he chugged it down.
"Good evening."
The voice was deep, and unmistakably feline, coming from behind him. Aiden swiveled about and faced the speaker. He was a tall, broad white tiger, dressed in a particularly dapper, obviously tailored suit that hid none of the contours of his body. He was a large, masculine feline whom carried himself with confidence and strength.
"Ah, good evening," Aiden replied, almost automatically. He was instantly curious of this man, and wondered...
The white tiger extended his paw.
"Very good to meet you," he spoke in that same, sonorant, sibilant voice, "I am Rei. You must be Aiden."
Aiden's cock gave a pleasant twitch in his pants as he looked at the deeply masculine face, and the paw on the offer. He took it courteously and gave it a measured squeeze that was returned in kind. Aiden had read that a firm paw was a sign of confidence, and adhered to that advice. Having a paw shake like a limp fish was not going to give anyone a good first impression, even when you were meeting your john. This man had to be the one..greeting him after discovering him waiting in the bar.
"Yes, I'm Aiden," the lion murmured, "good evening, yeah!"
The man gave him a nod of acknowledgement, as their fingers drew apart.
"I believe we have some...negotiations to do," the white tiger said, "my office was in contact with your office, I presume."
Aiden flashed him his best, most charming smile.
"Indeed," he said.
He wondered whether this was the tiger's nonchalant way of referring to the escort agency through a double entendre that was safe for the environment they were in, or whether this was some sort of a roleplay scenario the tiger was engaging in spontaneously. Business negotiations taking an interesting, manly turn...Aiden liked that idea.
"I see you have enjoyed a drink already," the white tiger continued, "Would you care for another, or should we proceed to my room for the discussions? I have the materials waiting there."
Aiden wondered whether the tiger was simply being polite, or if this was part of the fantasy he was playing with the lion. He also knew that generally the customer was always right. It was down to the client to decide on the course of the night, even if that was down to telling the escort to be the one to hold the reins, so to speak. Such a call had not been made, and one look on the white tiger told Aiden that he was likely not of that type. Looks could deceive, he reminded himself. Sometimes the burliest of men were true tail raisers just looking to be told around and pounded hard until they were begging for it.
"Well..." the lion rubbed his neck, in a way he knew made his arm bulge oh so lovely. He hoped that the tiger noticed it, "I'm not in a hurry, so it is up to you, Mister Rei."
The big cat let out a pleasant rumble.
"I have a bottle of Scotch in my room that is much better than the stuff they serve here," Rei glanced at the bar manned by a busy-looking otter in a green waistcoat and a matching bow tie. Aiden was sure that the white tiger had deliberately spoken loud enough that the barkeeper must've heard the pointed comment, even if it was spoken in such a measured, calm voice.
"Cool!" the lion grinned.
The white tiger's ears flicked curiously at him. Aiden realized that he had probably reacted in a way that didn't fit a serious business negotiation, and henceforth he hurried to correct himself in a more business-like manner.
"That is, I like the sound of that, Mister Rei." he spoke respectfully, playing the young investor again.
"Wonderful," the white tiger murmured. "Shall we?"
"Oh, sure!" Aiden smiled broadly.
"Splendid," said the white tiger.
They left the lounge bar, walking side by side, though at a considerable "we're strangers who just met' distance. Aiden remained a step behind so that he could watch the white tiger's movements, both out of curiosity, and admiration. He carried himself with such confidence, it was almost enviable. Not that Aiden felt he was a big wimp in comparison to the bigger cat. What the white tiger probably had more in abundance was extra cash to spend, but Aiden expected a considerable portion of that money to be in his own back pocket by the time the night was over.
"It is a lovely hotel," Aiden commented when they crossed the lobby. "Do you stay here often?"
"Sometimes," the white tiger mused. "the rooms are comfortable."
"Well I look forward to seeing yours!"
"Hmmm."
They reached the bank of elevators and had to wait for a moment when a giggling coyote in a cocktail dress stole the first one that became available. The white tiger did not seem to be keen on sharing one with her, so they waited for the next one to come by. Once its occupants filed out, the white tiger entered the car and Aiden followed suite. The tiger pressed the button for the 12th floor, and the doors closed with a chime.
That left them both in the same small space for the first time, practically invading each other's privacy. Aiden tried sniffing the older male's scent but found it to be difficult. The elevator carried the stench of a hundred occupants from the day, and also a strong undercurrent of an extra strong detergent that was especially designed to linger on and mask the more potent personal scents in the hopes of increasing customer comfort. The Muzak playing from a tinny speaker certainly didn't encourage conversation. Aiden was eager to ask a few basic questions before the night would progress further, both out of professional curiosity and general interest.
It'd helped pass the time, too.
"So...are you staying in LA for long?"
The white tiger's ears flicked a little.
"I arrived yesterday," he spoke in a rumble, "leaving tomorrow once my business here is done."
"Ohhh..." said Aiden," what do you do?"
The white tiger pursed his lips, and offered no answer. Aiden felt almost foolish for being so eager to make such a personal question. Often these men wouldn't even want to offer their names, at least not a real one. Sometimes they would use a pet name or another assumed identity, for the purpose of roleplay. Aiden found that quite fun, at least sometimes.
Obviously this guy was going to be even more sparing with the details.
"I see," the lion said. "Cool."
The tiger did not seem to react to that. From then on Aiden decided on silence for the moment. The elevator journey only took less than a minute, either way, and soon they stepped into the corridor.
"This way."
Aiden noted the room number to be '1212', when the white tiger opened the door. It was quite spacious, decorated in white and blue in a tasteful fashion. It was certainly not a luxury 5-star suite with fireplaces and jacuzzi tubs, but the bed was large, the television was shiny new and the smell was decisively clean, with no sign of previous occupants. Aiden had met many tricks in many hotels, and he had learned that to be a true sign of good service. He had not expected to see much of the white tiger's personal touch to the room and found little - just a small on top of the dresser near the bed, and nothing more. Just stopping by on business, warranting some unwinding time as well.
And he, Aiden knew, was going to be to be the entertainment this rich bastard had decided on. The thought made the lion rumble with the kind of narcissistic pleasure that he drew from the 'job', so to speak. That these people, these rich people with money to spare, would be willing to part with their cash in exchange for his presence, for his body, the fantasy that he offered.
Now that they were in private, the lion thought, it might be time to start giving the tiger some of his money's worth. Aiden put on a sweet smile and turned around, slowly, adding a swing to his tail so that his ass was sure to catch attention. As he found the white tiger standing there again, he saw that the older male was unbuttoning his suit jacket. Aiden's smile widened.
"Would you like me to do that for you, sir?" he asked weightily, stepping closer.
The white tiger's fingers stopped moving, and he let his paws drop to his sides.
"Indeed."
Aiden purred softly when he began to open the rest of the buttons. The tiger's chest felt warm and vibrated under the shirt from the cat's deep, rumbling breaths. Aiden felt a twinge of genuine arousal at the sensation. The man was truly attractive, and while he'd probably not gone for him if he was just looking for some fun of his own...he couldn't deny that the tigr was pushing his buttons in a good way. He was fit...rich...well-dressed, and smelled...powerful.
"You are very handsome," Aiden murmured, "you are...strong..."
He reached the lowest button. Aiden's eyes had followed the trail and now he saw the line of the black leather belt, the steel buckle, and an inviting bulge on the front of the white tiger's pants. Aiden looked up to the tiger's eyes and bit his lower lip in a gesture he hoped was simply alluring.
"Hmmmm..." Aiden murmured softly.
The lion's paw fell lightly upon the tiger's obviously tenting pants and he gave the white cat a confident grin. He could feel the firm flesh pulsing lightly under his pads.
"Oh you're a b - "
The tiger's paws moved faster than the lion could have anticipated. One of them grabbed his paw and pulled it away from the cat's groin and held him tightly by the wrist. The other grabbed his muzzle, hard enough that the gasp that Aiden let out was not only one of surprise, but of discomfort as well.
"Umphwhut!" he yelped, furs spiking, his tail flying up to the air.
Rei gave him a very cross scowl indeed. The tiger's muzzle dipped down and he was practically nose to nose with Aiden in an instant. His breathing felt hot and heavy and made Aiden's lips tingle.
"What - "
"Let's make this clear," the white tiger growled so deeply that spittle flew from between his teeth and landed onto Aiden's cheeks, "I pay, I call the shots. Get it?"
Aiden was starting to feel he was going to panic. Of course he'd always known that there were psycho clients who just looked to do horrible things to people they tricked...ranging from simply weird sex to ending up being wrapped in the shower curtain, but he'd never expected the tiger to turn out like that.
He began to struggle.
"Get off - "
The tiger spat on his face - a big hot glob that landed on Aiden's muzzle and shocked him outright silent.
"Quit it!" the tiger growled. "I'm not here to hurt you."
Aiden's heart raced. The tiger's breaths were starting to burn on his face, especially the spot now wet with the white tiger's saliva.
"B-but - "
"Was I not clear?" Rei grunted. "I pay...you do what I want. Get it?"
Aiden panted.
"If...if you want to..o-order me, around you just need to t-tell me what you w-want...s-sir..."
"That's more like it," Rei snapped before releasing Aiden's muzzle.
"Why did you do that?" Aiden breathed out. "That hurt!"
"Quit whining, whore," the tiger sounded like he relished especially using the epitaph he hissed from his maw," I pay...I do whatever I wish..."
"You still can't hurt me!" Aiden yelped. "It's against the rules - "
The tiger spat on him again.
"I'm not here to hurt you, you fucking idiot!" Rei grunted. "I own you, and damaging property is...not wise."
"B-but - "
The tiger grabbed his neck scruff and pushed the modeling lion's muzzle down into his opposite armpit. Aiden huffed and groaned into the sudden pressure of having his face plastered against the dominant male. Strong musk filled his nose in the same instant as well, coming straight from the source.
"Breathe that, bitch," the tiger grunted. His voice lacked all of the finesse there had been before, down in the lounge bar when he had been putting on his best appearances.
It was deep and earthy, the scent of a strong Alpha male, and it was enough to tickle the deep, primal confines of Aiden's mind as well. It both thrilled him and terrified him, when the dominant and the submissive sides of his personality were thrown into a kind of a battle between one another. For once there was the threat, someone who was possibly bigger, stronger, more virile than him, planning to dominate anyone else who might be invading his territory - such as Aiden, the lion.
"Suck that air, you little slut" the tiger's voice echoed in his ears while the heavy paw kept him clamped down.
With that came the other side, the submission...the promise that this male could rule over him, to keep the Pride safe and protect it and any of its members from external foes, as long as you showed deference and did not challenge his absolute authority. All you had to do was to submit...stop complaining, stop resisting...
Rei pulled him away before he had a chance to put any form into his thoughts. He looked at the now-rumpled lion with another bad-tempered scowl.
"Are we in understanding now?"
"I - " Aiden swallowed, still in the grip of the tiger's big paws, "I was not told what kind of a experience you desire, Sir..."
"I think you will learn fast enough," the tiger chuffed. "that I do not break my toys...we are doing business, after all...damaged goods means bad business..."
The words were deeply growled, dark and ill-tempered, accompanied by snarl and snorts of air.
"Down."
Rei didn't really even have to say it. His paws pushed the lion onto his knees in front of him.
"Paws to your sides."
Aiden shivered at the sound of the command. He'd been with some very assertive males in the past, but this white tiger topped them all off. It did not sound that the tiger was putting up a role when he gave orders to the lion in front of him. Aiden could smell that the tiger was serious with it.
"Y-yes sir."
"Don't speak."
Aiden swallowed, and nodded.
Rei did the rest of the work. He opened a button and unzipped the fly, and the musk only intensified when the cloth parted and his underwear came into view. Aiden had expected something as conservative and inconspicuous as the rest of the white tiger's attire, but he was proven wrong. Red, stretchy cloth, with purple highlights and stitching of high quality, and it all clung to the outline of a very healthy sized package. The shock of color was almost frivolous in comparison to the suit and the tiger's own monochrome tone.
"Worship it. No paws. Just your mouth."
The finely dressed lion stared at the shape of the tiger's erection. Usually he would not have had any problem to gobble down on a cock, especially not one that was of fair size. Now he felt intimidated. His heart and his clenching stomach did not allow him respite. The situation had turned into something almost entirely unknown to him. Dom-sub games were not unknown for Aiden, but something about this tiger made him unsettled.
"We are doing business."
The tiger cleared his throat.
"I am not telling you again, slut."
He did not sound patient. Aiden knew the tiger would not wait for much longer if his night's entertainment did not act. The lion gathered the frayed ends of his wits and did what he had been told to do.
Aiden leaned forward and nuzzled onto the musky, strong bulge. The tiger let out a small rumble at the first contact of cheek upon cloth-covered dick. Under normal circumstances he would have been purring at the prospect of playing with a stiff rod of such magnitude, but now the lion was still too nervous to enjoy it. To truly let himself go was not something he usually did during his 'gigs' since they were about the client's pleasure, foremost. He was meant to concentrate on bringing maximum fulfillment to the paying customer and his whims, not his own. He knew it was wrong to pretend otherwise, but usually he had found at least some kind of a thrill from the activities involved.
Right now he just felt scared, and did not know what to do, exactly, but to rub his cheek onto the tiger's bulge and hope it was just the kind of a show of submission the tiger wanted. The rough rumble and the twitch he felt against his very whiskers from the meaty shaft inside the flamboyant, expensive underwear were signs that it was working. Otherwise the tiger was remarkably quiet for someone who was practically getting head from an attractive, horny lion.
So he went on, avoiding the tiger's eyes. He rubbed onto the swollen sheath, the firm shaft, the thick balls that contained the tiger's seed. He used his chin and his lips, his cheek, imagining that it was all laid bare in front of him and not covered by the cloth.
The musk was growing, that was for sure. Aiden was sure that the white and black cat must've been leaking into his underwear, making them messy with his pre-cum. Usually such an activity would have made his own cock harden as well, but now Aiden felt shriveled.
"Stop."
He did, and dared a look at the tiger towering above him.
"I will not ask, not once, or twice," Rei said.
Aiden nodded, a bit of a jerky motion he just about managed, his ears and cheeks burning up.
The tiger stepped back. For a moment Aiden wondered, but then he realized that the cat simply wished for some more room to do his undressing. His clothing was removed meticulously, with quick movements that left everything onto the floor as if he cared not for their condition once he was done. Soon everything that remained on his bulky body was the pair of expensive designer underwear, hugging onto the bulge with a darker damp spot on the front.
He looked like a proper daddy alright, thick muscle, striped fur, not any real amount of flab on his body. He looked like he took care of himself. His pleasures must've been of the kind that did not ruin someone's looks, Aiden thought nervously. One did not maintain such lustre of fur if you smoked or drank heavily, or tortured your body otherwise.
"Look at me."
Aiden's eyes had been mostly averting from the tiger, but now he dared to look up. The tiger stood three, legs slightly spread, his tail swaying languidly.
"Look at my cock."
It would have been hard not to look at it. It stood almost upright against the tiger's belly, dark, heavily barbed and with a fat drop of clear pre-cum oozing from the tip.
"Kiss it."
He did. Aiden's lips touched the spot where the folded skin of the sheath became the tiger's shaft. The lion knew that to be a sensitive place, and he was not wrong even when it came to the striped male. Rei rumbled, and the fat shaft pulsed against Aiden's nosepad.
He repeated the move, higher up, then lower. The tiger's scent was smeared onto his face with every move he made, slow and gentle over the soft, veiny skin. Though the white tiger was quiet, Aiden was sure that his work was having an effect. He knew that the best kind of head made the recipient feel like a king, played with by someone whose only concern was his pleasure.
"This won't do."
Aiden almost asked the white tiger on what he could do better in regards to the oral pleasure he was giving, but he was not given the chance. Instead, the big paws forced his muzzle open and the stiff cock was thrust between his lips and into his muzzle before he had a chance to complain.
"Hmpphphhhee!" he gagged when the tiger's groin furs mashed onto his nose and lips and he was held down by the strong, merciless paws.
"Swallow it."
It was not like Aiden had a choice by that point anymore. The tiger had him, his dick lodged into the lion's muzzle with no chance of escaping from the onslaught that ensued when Rei decided to start face-fucking his new cock sleeve.
Saliva and slime poured out of Aiden's muzzle and stained his chin and his clothes, under the merciless gagging that ensued when the thick, barbed shaft struck into his throat. His eyes might've been crunched shut but the forceful oral sex made tears squeeze out of them. The lion's breaths were reduced into rough gasps from his nostrils while he attempted to keep the air flowing even through the treatment that was obviously only for Rei's pleasure, not his own. The barbs struck the back of his throat repeatedly and made the lion gag again, but he was not give a break even through that discomfort.
"Little bitch."
The tiger spat the words both figuratively and literally, for another wet glob landed onto Aiden's messy face. He was being marked, he knew, the tiger showing just how was the dominant and who was the submissive in this business deal of theirs.
He coughed and spluttered when the cock was finally, and unceremoniously, pulled out of his muzzle and left the lion gagging.
"Pathetic whore."
The tiger grabbed his cock and smacked his dripping shaft against the lion's muzzle. Aiden almost whimpered, even through his gasped breaths.
"Get those clothes off. I want to see what I'm paying for."
"Y-yes, sir."
Aiden scrambled to his feet again and began to undress. He avoided looking at the tiger, whom he knew was watching, and slowly masturbating while he enjoyed the strip show.
"Do you...ah...want me to do it slow or - "
"Just get those fucking clothes off."
"Yes, sir."
No striptease, then, Aiden thought almost blankly, as he got out of his clothes. They were going to need to be dry-cleaned to get the stench of the tiger out once he was through with this gig, the lion was sure of that. He was more concerned with simply managing through the job now. This tiger was not going to let him get off easy with it, he could tell as much.
Despite the shock Aiden had gotten over the tiger's rough treatment before, the more self-conscious, vain part of him wondered if the tiger found his body attractive. He knew he was, he'd been told that many times by casting agents, photographers, friends, tricks, casual partners, everyone, even his dad had said so. He knew that it shouldn't have mattered...but a part of him hoped that the tiger would say something to that degree as well.
"Get on the bed," was the only thing the white tiger said once Aiden was naked.
"Yes."
"On your back. Pull your legs up."
It was not really the kind of a position Aiden had expected, but he was not unused to it. He climbed onto the white tiger's expansive bed and - without forgetting a quick wiggle of his butt, for professionalism's sake - he took the position as ordered. The lion was on his back, knees pulled to his chest and his tail flopped onto the bed so that nothing was to be left unseen. The tiger could see his ass in all of its glory, his balls, his cock, his hole, very vulnerable when viewed like this.
Rei climbed onto the bed with a great rattle of the springs.
"I hope your asshole is clean, or you'll regret it."
The tiger grabbed Aiden's ass, hard and rough, squeezing on the muscled cheeks that soon ached under his paws.
"Y-yes, sir," Aiden's toes curled, from discomfort and the nervousness he could not help but feel under such rough groping. If the tiger's earlier actions were any indication, none of what he did would be very gentle.
"Good."
The tiger's heavy paws lifted the lion as if he weight nothing, forcing Aiden's spine to curl even further while the cat tilted his ass up even higher. He hocked up a loud, dirty wad of saliva that splattered onto the lion's taint and made his asshole clench when the wet mess landed on his pucker. Rei liked the sight of that, Aiden could tell by the rumble that followed the dirty act.
The tiger decided not to abuse him verbally any further at that point. Instead, his muzzle dove down and his tongue lashed out onto the lion's asshole, wet, rough and raspy like only a feline's could.
Aiden couldn't help but moan out under the slurping that ensued. He was sure that the john was not doing it for his benefit, but rather for his own raunchy pleasure, eating some boy ass like he pleased. It was a rough, predatory thing, the way how he drilled his tongue onto the lion's opening and made it slick with saliva. He was practically drooling into Aiden's hole, and made dribbles of his spit run down over the lion's groin and to wet his balls.
There was no mistaking what the tiger wanted. He was going to own Aiden's ass, not simply use it for his own pleasure. The tiger's possessive ways were more than apparent, and Aiden knew that there was nothing he could do to resist his actions.
His ass was a met by the time the tiger's muzzle departed.
"Keep your pussy up in the air like that," Rei growled.
Aide wasn't going to move, either way. He didn't have much of a breather, within the time it took for Rei to fetch a bottle of lubricant from a bag and then to squirt the cold cream onto Aiden's crack.
"This better be worth it, boy."
A padded finger massaged the lube onto the lion's hole, and within, but he spent little time stretching the young lion's pucker before his finger was replaced by the hot tip of his cock instead, the tiger moving into position to claim the lion's ass.
"I am sure you think you can take it," Rei growled. He let a dribble of drool fall from the corner of his muzzle and into the juncture of his cock against the lion's lubed hole, where it pooled and glistened.
"Y-yes..."
"We shall see."
The tiger put his considerable weight into the thrust, not to mention his strength. His barbed shaft pierced into Aiden's body and spread him open in the space of time it was needed for his eyes to flash as wide as they ever could.
"OWw- PHH"
The tiger's tongue stuck into Aiden's muzzle and acted as dominantly as the rest of the cat, to muffle his groans from the other occupants of the hotel when his ass was roughly claimed by the man who paid for the pleasure. His cock entered him to the root, with those heavy tiger balls slapping onto the base of his tail that thumped against the bed while the muscles in and out of his rear struggled to accommodate both the penetration and the great strength that hid behind the tiger's actions so far.
Aiden thought he'd had rough sex before, but the white tiger was simply nothing he could have prepared for. He was pinned to the bed by the whole weight of the tiger's body, hard cock seesawing into his ass while the excessively strong hips propelled his thick shaft into the lion's stretched opening. His paws held onto Aiden's shoulders and made sure that he could not move into one direction or another. He was entirely at Rei's mercy, fucked from both ends while the slippery tongue deposited even further saliva into Aiden's muzzle. He was forced to swallow the drool, in yet another way of showing his submission to the tiger who possessed him now.
The bed creaked, however expensive it might have been, it was likely not designed for rough man-sex in mind. The huge shaft bore onto Aiden's prostate and made his insides squirm around the thick meat that plunged into his ass with every hard thrust. There was pleasure, but there was also soreness, after only a minute or so of the heavy fucking that ensued.
Rei was not about to let him get away easily, either, but instead he appeared to intend to use the lion's ass for all he had deemed it worth. Slap of heavy balls, the crunch of the bedsprings, the deep growls of the tiger on top of the lion, they mixed together into a combination of possessive noises that made the lion simply...withdraw into himself and take it. His ass was on fire, and even though his almost soft cock oozed pre-cum onto his belly, the pleasure was hard to describe.
He was possessed, he was taken and he was pounded onto the bed. The tiger's muzzle was just as active as the hips that pummeled his dick into Aiden's sloppy chute. He wouldn't let Aiden to get a single proper moan out, instead forcing the lion to whimper against his own lips.
The anal sex could only last that long. The hard pounding kept the tiger going towards the edge, and Aiden too knew that felines were not built for maximum endurance. They might be able to go again soon enough, but each singular session would not be breaking any sex records.
That didn't stop the tiger from being an incredibly aggressive lover. Aiden was thoroughly fucked, with the cock coming into him from different angles that came from the hunching of the tiger's hips. Aiden's prostate duly pumped his pre-seed out of him in a thick, clear trickle, but nothing else would come out. He was practically milked, not pleasured with any intention to give the orgasm that his body craved for.
Rei's climax was hot, rough, and filled Aiden's ass with blasts of his seed pouring into him from the tiger's huge, churning balls. The lion felt them, pressed onto his taint above his sorely twitching tail, pumping their load into the lion's sore rear.
Aiden felt almost faint when the tiger pulled out, and threw the lion's legs over to the side.
"Squeeze it out," Rei commanded.
"W-what?"Aiden panted.
The tiger slapped his ass.
"Squeeze my fucking cum out of your fucking cunt," Rei growled. "Spread it."
"Uhh..." the lion mumbled.
It was barely an effort. His hole was so stretched from the rough fuck that it just refused to close, despite Aiden doing his best to try and clench his ring-muscle. Dirty, creamy cum seeped out of his ruined hole and onto his bruised ass, about to make a mess of the floor as well.
"It's a start," said Rei.
The tiger with the still-hard erection bowed down and began to lap up the exquisite creampie he had made for himself. His tongue kissed at the lion's quivering ass lips that still expulsed further messy, slimy seed from within the lion's rear and onto the tiger's awaiting maw.
Truly it was only going to be the beginning.
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