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A League of There Own

By Bunnyboy

This story was commissioned by Duma Country Tiger and is copyrighted to himself.

Warning the story contains material of a sexual nature between adult males and male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

The radio is playing as the couple drive off into the night. The 9 year old white tiger shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His dad tells him they are going to a party, and he'll be able to do some wrestling just like the boy had seen on TV but he's not so sure any more. Earlier today Daddy showed the cub how the wrestling match would be tonight. It started off fun with daddy wrestling and grappling with the cub like they always played but daddy started to get rough and the 30 something tigers paws had gripped his clothes tearing them from his son savagely as he wrestled the boy to the ground. Duma was quickly pinned to the floor, his fathers weight pressing down on him from behind. That orange patch of chest fur pushed deep into the oiled carpet of the living room.

Though it was hours before the boy can still hear his father's words as he huskily whispered into Dumas' ear. "This is what you wanna do tonight son. You've got to hold the other boy down and then you've got to show them who's boss" The little kit's eyes go wide as he feels something pressed hard into his rear. "This is how you win a cub wrestling match." Dusarian's big thick cock slowly presses forward the grown orange tiger almost purring as he feels his one and only son straining to keep him out. He knew this day would be worth it. He'd waited so long for this night, this chance to finally fuck his own offspring. To fill the fruit of his loins with all those potential brothers and sisters.

As Duma is violated his painful cry fills the house. Waking the little cheetah who'd been sleeping upstairs waiting for tonight. A petit little 9 year old Shabiru shuffles down the steps peering out between the railing's supports. He see's his best friend below him in the arms of his own father and he see's that alto familiar cock slowly stretching the boy's ass wide open. The little kit really loves his friend but some where deep down inside he's secretly smiling. It's about time Duma got a taste of what the old man had been putting him through for years. This would have been the cheetah's 4th party with the man but it looks like he won't be going there alone tonight.

Duma whimpers softly as his daddy forces more and more of his fat throbbing cock down into the frightened boy's virgin anus. He moans at the sweet tightness savoring the sounds of an innocence lost as as he plumbs the depths ofhis son's bowels. His cock dribbling pre making the pace a little easier on the 9 year old boy. His whimpers of pain finally die down as he gets used to the feeling the boy soon starts to moan loudly in pleasure as the full length is wedged obscenely between his pert little ass cheeks. He doesn't know what happening to him why he feels this way. The boy is so confused his little red cocklet growing hard as his dad mashes his piston member against the embarrassed boy's prostate.

"See lad this is how you'll win or lose tonight" He groans as he thrusts franticly into his confused little boy. "Your either gonna have to fuck or be fucked tonight." He moans and then howl as his hips buck and he floods that tight little rump with the searing hot tiger cum. Dusarian slumps forward letting his weight rest against the boys back. "But tonight you'll be wrestling with 4 other cubs"

Duma whimpers softly just remembering it. He's still not sure what to think, His daddy said he liked it very much, But it had hurt a lot at first, and even after the pain stopped and it started to feel good there was other feelings. This pressure and a stir of feelings and emotions that the boy couldn't place and quite frankly were a little scary.

Dusarian was whistling faintly as they drove. He'd smile down at his son from time to time trying to reassure the little man as the drove along dark alley's and back roads. Eventually they come to a stop. The big orange tiger pulls his blue beetle into a small lot that seems crowded with other cars. "Okay boys it's time to get out."

Duma looked around uncomfortable before they had left the house daddy had made them all strip naked, a fact that made his sore bum feel even less comfortable on the car's faux leather seats. Naked now except for a collar the little white tiger hesitates to leave. Shabiru on the other hand just steps out and walks over to the drivers side door. The little cheetah knows what expected of him. Seeing that his best friend isn't scared Duma slips out of the car and shuffles over to stand next to his best friend. As the grown up steps out of the car he quickly snaps two leather leashes onto the collars. "Come on boys it's party time."

Duma feels awfully exposed the little tiger cub keeps to the shadows hopping no one will see him. But Shabiru just plods on through the night. Ever since that first night 4 years back, this had been part of his life. The little cheetah acted sullen at times but lately his statements that he didn't like this had begun sounding awfully hollow. Even know knowing what lay in wait for the boys, the perverse pleasures Dusarian and his friends had in store for them the little cheetah boy couldn't help but feel the start of a chubby.

The adult is stopped by a bouncer a big burley bear. "Name?" he growls in a surly manner.

"Darrin." Replies the Tiger with a happy sigh.

The bear eyes the boys and looks the adult up and down. "If your here for the party, your gonna have to share one of yours to take part in any roamers."

"No it's all good man." Says the tiger with an easy grin. "We're here for the fights."

The bear snorts and shakes his head "Ah okay I see. You'll have to take your boys through there." The Bear points to a curtain. "They need to be weighed, and measured to see if they are fit to fight."

Dusarin snaps his leash and leads the boys through to the wrestlers station. In side the little privacy curtain sitting at a table is a old bunny in a white coat, with a naked 7 year old gecko wearing a nurses hat and holding a clipboard. One after the other Duma and Shabiru are poked, and prodded, measured and weighed, the little white tiger swears he even felt a tongue at some point. He shiver slightly wondering why they are doing this. After the doctor is done both boys walk out wearing yellow armbands with a red stripe. To let everyone know they were wrestlers, as well as what there weight class and cock type were. To the cheetah this was old news but to Duma it was all still confusing and weird.

Dusarin looks about taking in the crowd trying to gauge the feel of the crowd. He keeps an eye out for other cubs wearing the Yellow and red armbands trying to gauge the competition. He spots a cluster of people round a table where a pretty white fox boy is bouncing in a German shepherds lap. "Hey..." He thinks, "Isn't that the new guy from human resources."

The older tiger leads them through the crowds. It's so strange so many people and cubs. All in various stages of dress, Duma whimpers softly as they are marched through the room. He's so embarrassed to be naked, and it doesn't help that people keep looking at them, leering at them. Daddy leads the boys towards a stage where a rock band is singing a little white bunny cub is singing out the beat of a popular song. The music seems familiar but he's sure the words are different. But before he can dwell on it daddy leads them past and the words "I fucked your cub and he liked it." Fade into the background noise.

The two little cubs are herded towards a set of small rings most still have matches going on inside. Surrounded on all sides by hooting and hollering adults. Duma catches glimpses of the fights as he passes. Some have boys and girls, some are just girls but it's towards the ring full of boys that Dusarin tugs them.

The big tiger takes a seat in the front making the boys sit on the floor at his feet. "Ah here we are boys." In the ring 3 boys are wrestling. Though probably no older then Duma and Shabiru the trio was much larger. The was a heavy weight match up between a draft horse foal, a young orca and an elephant. There black armbands advertising there heavyweight status and the bright white XX mark telling the spectators about the size of the prepubescent fighters cocks. The match seems quite evenly matched as the competitors circle each other. They young boy's bodies glisten with sweat and oil as they size each other up. "Ohh boys you watch this you might be able to pick up some pointers from these lads. Just keep your eyes on them." It's a good show Dusa must admit. Even if it's not really his thing. They cubs were almost as big as some teens. And if he'd wanted to see teens fighting he's watch he could watch UFC on TV. But he smiles and watches on knowing that after this one he should have the chance to show off his own boys.

The boys suddenly stop circling and almost as if it was arranged in advance the horse and orca stalk towards the elephant. The pair separate coming in on the pachyderm from both sides the Orca advances quickly tackling the elephant round his big belly his strong hands dig into that slippery gray hide as the muscles in his arms and back flex and the Clydesdale struggles to lift his opponent. The elephant reaches up and brings his elbow down across the Horses back knocking him down to his knees just as the Killer whale's bulk slams into the off balance pair sending them sprawling the ground. The elephant starts to recover first pulling himself to his knees before the whale comes down across his back hard. Sending his sprawling across his belly. This hit sends a rippling roar of applause through the crowd as the adults scream there approval. The horse takes this time to scramble back to his feet, rounding on the downed elephant. The orca is kneeling before the dazed cubs head pushing the head of his cock past those little milk tusks. Feeding the prehensile length of cub cock into the downed boy's gullet. The horse approaches from the rear lifting the stubby little tail and lining up the flat head of his cock with the pudgy gray cheeks surrounding the pachyderms anus. Both boys roar in victory as the push into the downed opponent. As the elephant writhes spitted by two fists of flesh he tries to moan himself but finding no way for the sound to escape his mouthful of cock, instead he trumpets his pleasure his trunk flaring as it writhes and wraps around the aquatic mammal before him. The trunk snuffles and searches, prodding and pokes till it finds what its looking for. The orca yelps loudly with a start as that strong length of muscle pushes past the ring of muscle and into his watertight anus. With that his parting shot he slaps a free hand onto the mat. With that the triumphant pair pull back from the downed foe letting him roll off to the edge of the ring where greedily the adults lifted the loser from the ring so they themselves can finish his degradation. Duma's eyes are wide as he see's what the adults do as they gather around the elephant boy. He looks up at his daddy wondering if he'd protect him from them if he lost.

The Orca and Horse eye each other warily across the ring. They come together with a meaty thud of sweaty oiled bodies hitting at high speed. The Orca steals a kiss full on the Clydesdales lips, an act which causes the crowed to gasp and shocks the horse into faltering for a moment. The young whale takes advantage of that moment to swing the horse around, launching him into the ropes. Stumbling the colt recovers quickly coming back at his foe fast ducking under the waiting clothesline blow and tripping up the hurried orca with a hairy outstretched hoof. The killer whale hits the canvas hard bleating as the breath is knocked from his body. His opponent takes advantage of the moment climbing up onto the big whale's back angling his cock for the blow hole rather then the panting maw as his strong arms hold the black and white legs inplace. That thick slab of horse meat pushes past that tight sphincter as the boy struggles. The Horse struggles to keep the flailing legs undercontrol as he worms his cock deeper and deeper into the whale and the adults cheer him on. Finally the big whale taps the mat signaling his defeat as he whines that he's done. His voice sounds funny like his nose is plugged. But It can't be helped with his blowhole crammed full of hose meat. The whale rolls off into the waiting paws of the adults who stroke, and paw and prod the boy while they carry him to a table to be violated next to the body of his fallen foe. The horse meanwhile struts around the ring crowing triumphantly, He'll move up in the rankings taking on the winners of the other heavy weight bouts later that night.

Dusarin smiles as he looks down at his wide eyed son. He'd be so proud if Duma managed to win a bout but he highly doubted the boy would last long. Truthfully he'd brought the boy along so he could lose. And when Duma was beaten he'd be there to take part in the boys sweet debasement. He shudders at the thought and can't wait. There is one more match though before Duma's weight class comes up though so he sits back snags a cold beer from a passing cub waiter and enjoys the show..

Duma looks about confused but he's starting to get an inkling of just what is going on here. He looks over at Shabiru and the cheetah boy stares out at the ring blankly. Duma remember all the times his best friend had seemed reluctant to visit his home, or had told him in confidence that his daddy was a bad man. Duma hadn't believed the boy and despite the fact that they were best friends he'd angrily defended his father. He whimpers softly wondering if his friend hadn't been right in the first place. The crowd lets out a roar bringing the tiger kitten's focus back to the ring. It seems the match is over and a mouseboy is being paraded around on the adults shoulders.

Dusarin stands up and ushers the boys forward moving them closer to the ring as the yellow bands are announced. "Alright boys, Remember everything you've learned. Now go out there and make daddy proud." The big tiger stands leaning on the top rope as he watches the pair strike out into the ring one scared out of his wits the other with a stoic calm.

In the center of the wring there are 4 other boys already waiting as the ref checks the boys over. First he inspects the armbands and the boys collars, as well as letting his fingers roam down over the slight frames to caress tight little sacks and pert little bottoms. Finally nodding he gestures to a pair of adults who descend on the boys bottles in hand. Generous amounts of oil are worked into the lads fur as the zebra official explains the rules. Wrestle, pin your opponent, fuck or be fucked, those are the simple rules to the cub pits.

Duma looks around shivering not only from fear but because the oil seeping into his fur lets the chill bite into his skin. "Shab." He says with a silent whisper. "What are we gonna do now?" there is a hint of a whine in the young tigers voice.

The cheetah looks over at his best friend. "What else." He answers. "We'll wrestle, we'll fight, we'll win, or we'll lose." The boy shrugs. "That's all we can do."

At a word from the ref the boys head out to the ropes. Spacing themselves along the outside of the ring. There is a loud clang and for the most part the lads rush head long into the fray. Two move slower then the others for one it's do to lack of experience in these mattes but from the other it's a matter of strategy.

Duma wracks his brain trying to remember some tid bit he might be able to use from the shows he watched and the play matches he fought on the play ground. Cautiously he approaches the writhing mass of boys. No one seems to be winning there are just to many of them clumsily fumbling and grasping, rolling and squirming around in the center of the ring. Something makes Duma turn, just in time to see the brown and black rabbit creeping up on him from behind. The tiger tries to dodge as those arms close about him. The hare fails to find purchase though and the kitten can easily squirm free. That's all it takes for the boy's instincts to kick in. He dodges and weaves doing his best to avoid the grasping paws of the boys all around him. He see's Shabiru sweep a pup's legs out from under him, so that the young cheetah can pounce on his victim. At first Duma's actions are merely defensive trying to keep from being pinned beneath one of the other lads. His motives driven by fear and a desire not to wind up in the mitts of those scary men just waiting to carry off the losers. But as he fights something wakes inside him, it's those scary feelings that came when his daddy pinned him to the carpet at home. He growls softly his little prick getting hard as he goes on the offensive. Duma stops thinking then his mind is a wash of swirling emotions the shame and embarrassment are still there but theres an excitement, an anger and a resentment. The little tiger is operating on instinct his arms close around wriggling bodies that slip from his grasp, he feels paws on him but he manages to yank himself free, he's even distantly aware of the roar of the crowds as he grips the shoulders of a small mouse boy and slams the little gray lad onto the mat. There is fear in the boy's eyes as Duma positions himself his hard little cock at the ready. Before he can make his move a powerful blow sends him sprawling. The kitten gasps for breath laying on his back near the edge of the ring.

Shabiru massages his knuckles as he looks down at his friend. The little tigers cock is still rock hard even though he's had the breath knocked from him. The cheetah falls to his knees paws gripping the boy's hips and dragging him back toward the spotty cat's waiting erection. He growls softly as he looks into the face of his best friend. "See, I told you didn't I?" Shabiru loves the kitten like a brother but despite that he needs this little vengeance. This painful little I told you so. He needs to hurt the boy in the same way Dusarin had hurt him over and over again. He yowls triumphantly as he mounts the boy letting the tigers legs drape over his shoulder as he leans forward ramming his little kitty prick as deep as he can into his friends bum.

Duma looks up at the rabid face of his friend whimpering loudly as the cheetah rapes him. In some ways it feels worse then his violation by daddy despite the kittens smaller size. This time he's guilty knowing now what Shab must have gone through for years at the hands of his own father. He whines loudly as the cheetah bucks into his rump "I'm sorry!" comes the boy's pained squeal as his paw taps the canvas in submission.

Though he's won Shabiru refuses to let go. This is his conquest, his revenge, and he's not going to give it up now. Paws grip the little tiger and try to pull him out from under his fervent lover but the cheetah just leans in, gripping tight, refusing to be parted. Till the boys are both lifted bodily from the ring and carried off to the losers circle.

Dusarin crows, that was a great match and his boys had put up one hell of a fight. He smiles as he places the squirming mass of cubs onto the table. Duma looking up at him plaintively, his eyes almost begging for help as his friend dribbles down at him, mindless in the rut. As the others gather round the table the orange tiger smiles down at the boy and shakes his head silently telling his only son that no, he can't save him now. He stands behind the little cheetah and catches him on the backswing holding his hips still for a moment.

Dazed Shabiru feel's the man's hands on his hips and the thick adult cock beneath him. He winces bracing himself for the pain of entry but it never comes. Instead he feels the man's massive length sliding along his balls, along his shaft till it to is pressed against that tight little cub hole.

An orange palm clamps down hard over the boys mouth making sure that screech of pain dies stillborn on his lips. Duma's eyes water as his ass is stretched wider then ever before as he's forced to accommodate not only his best friend but also his father.

Dusarin groans loudly as he pushes forward. He savors the feeling of the eyes on him right now. It feels like they are challenging him daring him on towards heights of unknown perversion. One arm is wrapped around the cheetah brats waist holding him tight as he pushes forward, regulating the speed and depth that each of there needy cocks will go. He pushes in deep slamming deep into his son's tightly packed butt. He rocks them back and forth grinding into the boy mercilessly. In moments Duma's sobbing stops and Dusarin looks up to see why. He grins to see a black and white goat standing there feeding his cock into the boys muzzle choking off the complaining noises. Against his body he feels the little cheetah's balls contract, and the boy shudders through an immature orgasm. With a casual disdain the grown up pulls back just enough to stay inside but enough to free up the boy. Without a second thought he lifts Shabiru off him and hands him off to someone among the gathered men. The degradation of the cheetah boy holds no more interest for him, he'd done everything he could to that boy. Instead the debasement of his own son is far sweeter. He grins leaning forward and plowing the whole of his length into the boy once more letting his hungry cock plumb the depths of his son's body. Savoring every nook and cranny to the little boy's bowels

Duma's terrified and doesn't know what to think. First Shabiru, then daddy now this dirty old man is making him taste his gross peepee. He can't seem to keep the tears from flowing even as he tries to be brave. He can feel his daddy thrusting himself back inside him now too. The adults thick cock pressing against the little lump that starts the kitten purring despite himself.

Dusarin moans loudly as he thrusts deep and hard into his boy's tender rump. He groans as he hunches over the boy feeling the little lad's own cock poking up into his belly. He grinds his hips into his son's not so virgin tail hole. He howls softly knowing he can't last to long at this pace so instead of trying to delay the release the big tiger throws himself into the rut. He grunts and grumbles as his hips jackhammer into that now much looser hole. The force of his lust pushing Duma back into the table up onto his shoulders even as his daddy sodomize him.

The little white tiger is lost now a whirling mass of love, disgust, confusion, and an alien lust. His butt hurts but some how it feels good too, He knows the knob of flesh he is suckling on is meant to be disgusting but for some reason it doesn't seem so and he can feel his thingy as hard as a rock and the tingles that float through his body when ever his papa's belly brushes it feel so good. At this part the tears have stopped, he's no longer conscience of the gathered crowd just the feeling of a cock in his bum and muzzle.

Dusarin yowls as he climaxes. He groans loudly letting the drippings of his lions flood deep within the boy he had made so long ago. With a happy sigh he pulls back, his cock still spurting, as he lets the boy drop to the table with a wet flop. The big cat staggers back and finds a seat to watch, his now limp member dangling between his thighs still dribbling the last few spurts of his lust onto the floor. The proud father leans back into his seat once more coercing a cold beer from a passing waiter as he watches the crowd about his son.

With a bleat the goat floods the child's muzzle pumping his man milk down the traumatized lads throat, while a Great Dane takes up the spot recently vacated by the father himself. The little cub's moan is audible if barely over the din of the party itself as the big dog slides his way into that silky smooth anus, and a rabbit takes the tired goats place at the head of the table.

Dusarin smiles and watches as the species and members change but the acts stay the same. Again and again the boy undergoes his trial by sodomy, the forced fellatio of the randy mob. Some impatient onlookers who either can't wait or simply are enjoying the show too much let loose there own flows of seed coating the sprawled cub's fur with there gouts of white creamy delight. He'd lost track of Shabiru and cares little about that knowing the boy will come back to him in full time. It's the spectacle before him though that captivates his imagination. Every once in a while so moved is he by the show that he must once more rouse himself and stumble down to let his flesh and blood empty his jewels either into gullet or anus most times he doesn't care which.

Outside the sky starts to lighten as the party finally peters off. Dusarin rises one more time casually flicking the little nursing rabbit, the singer from the stage he thinks, off his cock. He groans softly, legs and arms burn with stiffness. "I'm getting to old for this shit." He mutters. One big orange paw dips down to examine his much abused genitals the head and shaft flushed bright red as if from friction burns. The big man winces knowing he'll need a little ointment and a nice long break before that gets some more use. He stumbles to the tables smiling at the sight or Duma sprawled and drooling softly in a pool of spent spunk. His asshole gaps open dribbling the rewards of a long nights worth of fucking, and even the boys black stripes are nearly blotted out by the layer of white goop that coat his fur. Tired the big tiger lifts the little boy up tossing him casually over his shoulder. He ignores the spent cum dribbling down his body and focuses on finding the cheetah boy. He finally spots Shabiru a few tables down in a similar state, a little groggy but just as worn out. Dusarin sighs and picks up the boy holding him tight to his side smearing the seed of gods knows how many men into his fur. He marches out to the parking lot trusting on the still dim light and remote location to conceal the night's results as he makes his way down to the car. It had been a good night and he only wished he'd had a camera. He loads the lads into the back seat, making sure they stay on the towels he'd laid out to protect the upholstery before he climbs into the driver seat and heads off into the morning. It's not long before he's home pulling into the two-car garage. As the boys sleep he sets up a big plastic washbasin and fills it from the garden hose. He lays the boys still slumbering into a nest of towels and stained blankets. The happy father smiles down at the boys as the twitch and shiver in there dreams he looks at them sticky and matted and he feels some vestiges of lust starting to rise in him, but he lets it go. There will be time enough for that later for now he could really use a shower.