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The tiger occupying the cables performed his last few reps of high cable flyes before letting the cables go slack, and the weights clang back to rest. The male had sweat tangling his striped fur, his loose fitting gym shorts and singlet barely keeping him cool enough even in the air conditioned gym. Richard, or Ricky to his friends, was an avid gym-goer, and his physique showed so.

Ricky collected his towel and drink bottled, and headed off to the change rooms to shower quickly to prevent his sweaty scent from hanging around his car. He grabbed a clean pair of clothes, and after an uneventful shower, redressed himself and headed out to the main foyer of the gym entrance.

It was here Ricky felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, alerting him to a received message. The tiger casually fished his phone out and swiped it awake, checking the message and fully expecting it to be from a mate checking his plans for the night.

The tiger's eyes widened at what he saw, locking and nearly dropping his phone in the process as he checked in the vicinity to ensure no one was close enough to see what it contained. Confirming the coast was clear, Ricky woke his phone up once again and grinned predatorily as his eyes drank in the details of the picture attachment.

The picture was a behind view of a fox presenting themselves on the bed. The fox in question was obviously male; his black cock erect and dripping onto the sheets below him. His chest was pressed against the bed while his rear end was pointed up towards the camera, and he was looking back over his shoulder with a pleading look. The fox's tail had been flipped along his back so the view of his balls and tight tailhole were in the centre of the picture. He was obviously aroused beyond question.

The sight of this particular fox in such a provocative position wasn't exactly new to the tiger, in fact Ricky had a few saved photos of their previous... encounter. For a moment Ricky forgot where he was as he recounted their first and only run in together.

It happened a few months ago now. Ricky had been minding his own business, texting some friends and checking facebook on his phone when he all but ran into a slim, female fox. The tiger humbly apologised, and was about to carry on with his business but was stopped dead in his tracks by a musky aroused male scent. Sure enough, the kinky fox was indeed a male, and after a quick fuck in the nearest cleaning closest, he left with his balls drained.

However, in his rush to leave the scene, Ricky completely forgot to send a text to himself after adding his number to the fox's phone. Meaning as much as he wanted to over the next week, he had no way of getting in contact with the fox. Not until now.

Now the fox was texting him. And damn if that wasn't a photo going straight to his favourite's folder. Not to mention Ricky now had his number, and if he played his cards right, maybe his address as well.

Ricky's phone buzzed twice more, alerting him to two extra messages and both, to his delight, had picture attachments. Clicking open the first attachment revealed an overhead view of the sexy fox laying on his back, acting as if he was trying to cover his arousal from the camera, and failing deliciously. Despite his best effort of bending his knee and holding a paw against his cock, his black length was still clearly visible and straining between his fingers.

The third and last picture was obviously taken last. The fox remained on his back, but had dropped all pre-tense of innocence. Two of his white furred fingers were shoved knuckle deep in his ass, stretching himself open for the camera. His other paw was wrapped around his own swollen knot, the fur on his paw and stomach matted with clear precum.

But what got Ricky's blood racing like a greyhound on the track was the message accompanying the third picture. Just a simple request really. 'I can't stop thinking about you, please fuck me.' Ricky hastily manoeuvred his duffle bag in front of his tightening pants as he could feel that a significant portion of his barbed cock had extended from his sheath.

Ricky sent back a quick text asking for a time and address while he shuffled out of the gym to his car, being careful to keep his duffle bag positioned where it could hide his blatant arousal. He didn't even have time to pocket his phone before it buzzed again. The text contained the address of an apartment building only twenty minutes from his house, and an accompanying message; 'Hurry I need you.'

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Ricky made it to the specified address in record time, ignoring speed limits where he could, and taking his chances with orange lights. He parked in a convenient parking lot across the road and hurried inside, taking the steps two at a time until he was on the needy fox's floor.

The apartment building wasn't anything special, and the door to the fox's apartment even less so. A simple white painted, thick wooden door with a peephole and apartment number stole the tiger's attention.

He double checked he had the right room, and wasted no more time in knocking with the quick raps of his knuckle. His heart fluttered with anticipation, and he could feel the semi-hard erection trapped in his pants ever since he left the gym hardened just a little more. The athletic tiger glanced down at himself and tensed his muscles to get a bit more blood pumping, and enlarging them to make them even more impressive.

But instead of the door opening, his phone buzzed softly in his pocket. Ricky fished it out and unlocked it, opening up the new message received.

'The door's unlocked, come in.' It said, obviously from the fox's number. Ricky glanced up and down the hallway to make sure no one was making a fool of him. Seeing the cost was clear, he could only assume the fox was indeed inside, and had heard the knock at the door. Ricky felt more heat flood through his body... maybe the fox wasn't 'decent' enough to open the door.

Ricky reached out and tested the door handle. Sure enough a slight pressure was all that was required to remove the last obstruction between the tiger and his prey.

Just like everything else in the building, the inside of the apartment was nothing special. From the entry hallway, Ricky could see the living room directly to his right with a large flatscreen tv, comfortable couch, and a few gaming systems set up. A little bit deeper in was the kitchen with a bench facing out to the living room. The hallway Ricky was currently observing from continued to the end of the hall and split into two directions; left and right. Just as he was contemplating calling out, his phone buzzed again.

'Go forward to the end of the hall, take a left, and the door on the right is the bedroom.'

Ricky felt the remainder of his fears flutter out of his system with a deep huff. The only way the fox knew he'd entered the apartment just now was if he too was inside listening. Newly emboldened, Ricky followed the hallway to the end. Immediately to the right was a closed door, possibly to a secondary bedroom or laundry, but the message directed him left, so that's where he went.

To his left was anther brief hallway that ended in a wall with a framed landscape picture hanging at the end. To his left and right where doors exactly like the one behind him. Ricky guessed that if the right door was the bedroom, than to the left must be a bathroom. But none of that was important to the tiger. Instead, he placed his paw on the right door's handle and begun to twist.

Inside, laying prone on the bed, was the fur Ricky had desired since their last encounter many weeks ago. The fox had a cheeky grin on his very fuckable muzzle, and on a second appraising look, Ricky would categorise it more as 'lazing' than laying. One of the fox's black furred paws stretched up past his head to grip along the headboard of the bed, while the other idly played with his nether regions.

Ricky's gaze fell down and was locked to the hypnotic display before him. The black paw stroked teasingly down his slick length before gently cupping his swollen knot. The fox opened his maw and groaned seductively, a hint of a shiver running up his body from the sensation of his own paw.

Just below the taunt, full looking white furred sac was something even more enticing to the excited tiger. The pink ring of muscle almost seemed to wink mischievously at him with each involuntary tremble that rocked the fox's body, begging the tiger to delve deep inside.

Realising he'd been glued to the spot like a deer in headlights, Ricky awoke his sleeping legs and urged them to stumble forward. He didn't care if it looked like he was in heat, with his unsheathed, hard cock tenting his gym pants, and his maw open as he panted. The tiger wanted to get to the bed now more than anything, shedding his loose fitting clothes on the way without a second thought.

Ricky reached the end of the bed naked, his modesty out the window. Eagerly he climbed up on the bed and now knelt by the fox's footpaws. The larger male wasted no more time in resisting his urge to touch the sexy creature before him, and allowed his paws to fall upon the black fur of the fox's ankles. Ever so slowly, the tiger ran his paws up through the silky fur, feeling the slight muscle and little-to-no fat that created the slim male's legs.

The fox rumbled with satisfaction as the tiger edged closer and closer to where his paw naughtily played with himself. The soft rumble quickly turned into a gasp when Ricky reached his inner thighs and rubbed in a slow circle, brushing against his balls with each pass.

Ricky leaned down to rub his nose across the fox's sac, causing the other male to gasp as a cold, wet nose was pressed to his intimately sensitive area. To sooth the fox's discomfort, Ricky graced the tender area with a warming swipe from his tongue, and tasted the fox's musk in the process.

Nuzzling lower, Ricky aimed for the enticing sight he ogled earlier. Now with his nose pressed against the softer fur of the fox's taint, he could properly scent the delicious male. Rickly let his tongue roll out of his mouth and drag up in a long slobbery line, glancing over the quivering ring of muscle on the way passed making the fox gasp in response.

The tiger continued running his tongue up the fox's ass, over and over again with each time focusing more and more on the tailhole. The fox let go of his cock to grasp the bed sheets in a tight fist, twisting and tangling his paws in the silk while his ass was assaulted by the rough feline tongue. His arousal throbbed occasionally and spat out a few globs of precum to run down his white belly.

Unable to stop himself, Ricky was the first to break the silence.

"Couldn't resist the prowess of us felines, could you? I bet your wolfy boyfriend was devastated when you converted to our superior race." He murmured before diving in for a deeper exploration.

Ricky's tongue plunged back into the fox's rear, helped by the tigers' hands spreading the firm, round ass to allow better access to his hole. In response the fox moaned extra loud and coiled his fluffy orange tail around the tiger's striped body.

"My wolfy boyfriend? Well I don't think he was 'devastated' about anything considering we never broke up, but you can ask him yourself if you want to." The fox giggled.

Ricky abruptly sat up and stared at the grinning fox. To his dismay, the fox was looking at something, or someone, behind him in the doorway. Slowly the tiger turned around, and felt his heart drop at the sight of a massive grey wolf in the doorway.

Massive didn't even begin to describe him. With a similar dress sense as the other two occupants in the room, nothing was barred from Ricky's view. Pecs the size of mountains were visible even through the thick, smoky fur. His shoulders were as broad as two normal furs, and Ricky had no doubt that thick the cords of muscle branched down the other male's folded arms weren't just for show. Further down, the wolf had what seemed like furred tree trunks for legs, and menacing claws and his paws to top it all off.

Ricky was hesitant to face the only area he'd missed on his initial inspection, but the protrusion was so distracting it was hard not to peek. A furred sheath remained bunched against the wolf's crotch thanks to the thick, lengthy knotted cock pointing up and out from his hips. The red, slick length looked to be at least ten or eleven inches, and as thick as a beer can. The swollen knot added an extra few inches, and branched out even thicker making Ricky briefly wonder how the fox was even able to walk, let alone go shopping for a week after each time they fucked.

And last but not least was the menacing male's face. His piercing eyes were directed solely on Ricky's frightened form, and a glare hot enough to boil water was locked onto the offending fur. Ricky couldn't help the whine that escaped him while his previously hard cock was busy retreating back into his sheath.

"Do you _really_think Max wasn't in on all this?" The fox scoffed. "Those were some interesting angles for photos don't you think... almost as if someone else was holding the camera to take them."

Horror overtook Ricky's thoughts. He'd been set up from the start. The pictures, the luring messages, empty apartment, everything was so he doomed himself further until he was trapped in a bedroom with the only escape route blocked by a very _angry_beast.

All sense of erotic excitement left the tiger like air from a popped balloon. He hurriedly threw himself from the bed, grabbing at his pants on the way, and backed up into the corner furthest from Max, the glaring wolf.

"Look mate, sorry about this. I didn't mean any of it I swear, just let me go please." Ricky hopped around with one leg stuck trying to get into his pants. "I'll delete all the pictures and lose your boyfriend's number, promise."

But the unwavering stare from the wolf didn't let up. Slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, Max left his spot blocking the door to walk around to where Ricky cowered in the corner. Brief hope flashed through Ricky's mind at the sight of the unguarded doorway, but before he could even think of making a run for it, the wolf was on him.

A single paw was all it took for the wolf to effortlessly toss Ricky onto the bed to land alongside the grinning fox.

"Hi kitty." He giggled. "We never properly introduced ourselves. I'm Kyle, and my big wolfy boyfriend there is Max, what's your name?"

"R-Ricky." The tiger stammered out.

"Mmm sexy... now I know what to moan out." Kyle teased. "Let's get those pants back off. You spent all that time at the gym, it'd be a shame to cover up any part of your stripy body."

The fox went to work pulling the pants off the one leg Ricky had managed to clothe, aided by Max throwing the article of clothing over near the doorway. Kyle leaned in close and licked across Ricky's muzzle causing a mix of emotions to rush through the tigers' body. On one paw, the leering wolf was judging his every move... but on the other paw, Kyle was a sexy wet dream come true.

Kyle straddled Ricky's hips and ground his naked rear in circles on the tigers flagging erection, quickly bringing it back to full hardness despite the presence of the lithe male's boyfriend. Kyle almost seemed to purr as he rocked his hips back and forth atop the tiger, rubbing his saliva slickened taint across Ricky's barbs. Kyle then leaned down and stole the tiger's maw in a passionate kiss, alternating between slipping his tongue past Ricky's lips, and messily licking across the tiger's muzzle. The fox broke the kiss, leaving the tiger unfocused and panting on the bed, and leaned in close.

"How's this deal sound. If you plead for Max to fuck you, I'll tell him to go easy on you." The fox whispered into Ricky's ear.

"But I'm not a bottom! Please, I swear I'll apologise and leave. You'll never see me again!" Ricky tried again in vain to talk his way out.

"Aww, but you're so cute and sexy, why would we ever want you to cut contact with us?" The fox smirked. "This is all you need to say, 'Please fuck me Max.'" he moaned out breathlessly.

The fox sat back up straight and continued rocking his hips which caused his knotted cock to sway around alluringly. Every so often the barbed head caught on the fox's opening, and just briefly Ricky hoped Kyle would indulge him and take the tiger inside. But it never happened, and the fox continued his slow, erotic dance.

Ricky knew he was backed into a corner with no way out. While it was possible the two would let him go if he really pleaded his case, he was also afraid they might just fuck him anyway. But if he gave in to Kyle's demands and begged the wolf to fuck him, they did say they'd take it easy.

Ricky blanched at the sight of Max standing beside the bed. The wolf's arms were folded and he watched Ricky with a stern, unwavering gaze. Further south his wolfhood jutted out dangerously, twitching with the large lupine's heartbeat.

Ricky considered his options again. Maybe if he agreed, he would get to mount the fox grinding on his cock. And... he guessed that if he did bottom for anyone, someone stronger than himself, someone like Max would be his first and only choice. So maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad.

"... Please f-fuck me." Ricky mumbled after a long moment of consideration, glancing away from the pair to avoid their judgemental looks.

Kyle immediately paused his actions. The fox leaned down closer, his vexatious grin visible even from the corner of Ricky's eye. He felt Kyle slip a paw slowly down his chest until he reached his barbed cock.

"Hmm, what was that? We couldn't quite hear you..." Kyle asked.

The tiger remained quiet for a shorter while. "Please fuck me." Ricky said loud enough to leave no doubt the other two heard him.

The groping hand slipped away from his cock, travelling further down, tickling his balls, and finally greeting Ricky's tight, untouched opening. The invasive touch made Ricky jump in surprise, but he struggled against his natural reactions and remained still to allow the fox to explore further.

"Are you sure_you want Maxie inside... _here?" The fox slipped a dry finger up to the first knuckle under Ricky's unprepared tail.

The sudden intrusion cause Ricky to tense up with a gasp, his hole clenching forcefully around the tip of Kyle's finger. The fox's finger worked its way deeper inside him, wriggling and stroking along Ricky's walls as it went. Just when Ricky thought Kyle would reach the maximum depth, he felt the finger flick across his hidden pleasure button.

"Y-yes! Fuck me!" Ricky cried out. The tiger scrunching the sheets between his paws while his body was wracked with tantalising pleasure.

Kyle giggled and withdrew his finger. Ricky felt his hole continuing to wink as the phantom sensations bounced through his gut.

"Hear that Maxie? Looks like you have to be gentle with our new friend here." Ricky said.

Max grunted in what could have been irritation or acceptance, and shuffled off around the room. From atop of Ricky, Kyle crawled forward, away from the tiger's crotch, and turned around.

"Mmm, you've got a very talented tongue by the way... be a good kitty and get back to work." The fox demanded.

Ricky's vision was filled with the underside of Kyle's winking tailhole, the fox wiggled his hips enticingly and wagging his tail which brushed across the top of Ricky's head. He could still see the evidence of his previous tonguing due to the saliva slickened fur surrounding Kyle's hole.

Ricky closed the remaining distance and flicked his rough tongue along Kyle's cleft. The fox murred in response and laid down flat along Ricky's front-side, pressing his ass back to the tiger's mouth. Kyle was left in a prime position to play with the tiger's hardness as it lay across the striped stomach before him.

With the tiger working away at his behind, Kyle felt it only fair to help himself to his admirer's tasty cock. The fox licked his lips at the sight of the barbed spire, and arched his back to lean further forward. Thanks to their size difference, it was difficult to reach the tiger's cock while leaving his behind close enough for Ricky to service, but Kyle managed to just reach.

He flicked his nimble tongue across the barbed glans and collected a sampling of Ricky's tangy precum. He distantly remembered the taste from his last run-in with the tiger at the shopping centre, but this time he could appreciate it at his own pace. Kyle licked across the head a few more times before working his way as far down to the base as he could. When he'd stretched to his limit, he rose back to the head and engulfed half of the tiger's hardness in a single gulp.

Ricky gasped into Kyle's slickened tailhole. The feeling of half his cock disappearing down Kyle's throat resulted in Ricky humping his hips off the bed and impaling the rest of it down Kyle's throat as well. Kyle eagerly accepted the offered treat, humming in appreciation.

While watching the pair getting frisky on the bed, Max had located one of their many tubes of lube littering the house, had popped the lid, and slathered his meat with the slick fluid. Generally his foxy lover was well versed in taking him with spit for lube, but for someone as tight as the tiger no doubt would be, he figured it would be best to ease the entry. After all, he was required to take it easy.

He rubbed a bit of the remaining slickness around the tigers rim, and lined the tapered glans of his cock up to the near-virgin entrance. The first half-inch wasn't so bad for Ricky. It was relatively thin thanks to the canine's natural taper, and the lube helped prevent any raw rubbing. He quickly changed his mind when Max continued pressing forward so that the thickest part of his head popped past the stretched ring.

Ricky hissed at the burning sensation erupting from his tail hole. If it weren't for the fox working away on his stomach, he'd have no doubt been pleading for the wolf to pull out. During the ordeal, Ricky was too distracted to continue rimming the fox, so Kyle reminded him by pressing back insistently.

Ricky was grateful for the grace period Max granted him, during which he felt his hole begin to loosen and stretch around the intrusion. When Max felt like he'd waited long enough, he slowly eased another inch into the tiger, paused, and pulled back out to the head.

Max's slow thrusting was working well in stretching Ricky out. The large wolf didn't want to break their new play thing open too soon, so he took his time in preparing the tiger for what was to come. At long last he hilted to the knot inside the squeezing warmth of the reluctant tiger and let out a pleased huff. Now the real fun could begin.

Slowly Max eased backwards until only his tapered tip remained wedging Ricky's ass open. With a single continuous thrust, he slowly worked his way back inside, not stopping until his knot kissed the entrance once more. This time Max didn't stop, and instead dragged his fat length back out again, making sure to grind up on Ricky's prostate with each pass.

Ricky on the other paw was feeling some majorly conflicting emotions. The cock lodged up his ass was stretching him wide, and the burn was still present but thankfully to a lesser degree. But whenever the wolf moved inside him, rearranging his insides with his wolfy cock, Ricky felt incredible brilliances of pleasure shoot warming embers through his nerve system.

Even worst, or better depending on how Ricky looked at it, was the burn quickly faded and left him nothing but an incredible fullness and mind numbing pleasure. The tiger felt heat radiate from his face when he noticed the despicable noises coming from his preoccupied muzzle, and favoured digging deeper into Kyle's ass to help stifle himself.

To reward Ricky's enthusiastic rimming, Kyle in turn rubbed his face against the hard length of kitty cock. The tiger's barbs caught softly on bits of his facial fur, and judging by the increase in volume below his tail, Kyle decided the tiger approved his actions.

But there's only so long a fox can last near a cock without sticking it in one of his two holes, and with the tiger's muzzle occupying his rear hole, Kyle was left with only one option. Like only a fox can, Kyle buried the barbed length once more down his throat in a single swoop, holding it there and swallowing to milk the built-up precum from Ricky's shaft.

Thanks to Max's increasingly fast thrusting, Kyle found he didn't need to bob his head at all. The wolf's powerful hips was enough to hacksaw the tiger's length half way out his mouth before plunging it back down his experienced throat.

Barbs were something Kyle preferred to be absent when sucking someone's cock. They might seem soft at first, but they could really work up an irritating scratch the longer he worked. However, the fox was confident that with the combination of feline's notorious stamina and the intensity of Ricky's anal virginity being taken, the tiger wouldn't last much longer.

Sure enough the tiger was quickly reaching his peek. He tried diverting more attention to Kyle's hole but the twinges of his orgasm were impossible to ignore. From there it only took a few more thrusts before Ricky seized up and came crashing over the edge with a menacing roar. Max pressed in to his knot and held himself there, riding out the clenching waves of the feline's ass.

The first abundant rope of cat cum nearly chocked Kyle with the force and suddenness of its expulsion. The fox swallowed around the pulsing cock in his mouth as more and more cum replaced what he drank. Due to the constant pressure on his prostate, Ricky felt like this would be his hardest orgasm yet. His balls were pulled taunted as they churned more and more cum out his slit and into Kyle's full muzzle.

The tiger's vocalisation quickly died down after the first few ropes of cum, replaced instead with a deep, content purr emanating from his core. After a few more seconds his stream of cum slowed and died out, the final string latching across Kyle's muzzle after he pulled free to gulp down the remainder in his mouth.

Ricky felt all his muscles relax simultaneously while he purred contently with the fox still straddling his chest. Suddenly the thick length invading his depths didn't seem so bad after all. Until Max started moving again.

"I thought you cats could cum multiple times per session..." Max growled, picking up his pace and quickly re-establishing himself as the dominant male. Ricky yowled with discomfort as his hole resumed taking punishment from the wolf.

The constant pummelling his prostate was receiving forced Ricky's cock to remain hard as steel. It wasn't long until he started to drip precum again. Unfortunately for Kyle, Ricky's mind was in another place, meaning the fox was receiving little to no attention under his tail.

Kyle turned around and made quick use of the tiger's rehardened cock. With practiced ease, he slid back, positioned himself over the tiger's length, and expertly sat in Ricky's lap. The tiger bucked up in reflex when the tight heat enveloped his cock. Each time the fox lifted himself up, he tightened significantly to further catch and stimulate Ricky's barbs along his inner tunnel.

Behind Kyle, Max had changed his tempo and approach. He now favoured deeper thrusts with power unlike Ricky had ever felt before during sex. Each time the wolf bottomed out, his knot stretched the cat open just a little bit wider, until a good third of it sunk in each time.

If Max was content to go at this pace, it'd take another hour to get the tiger properly prepared to take him fully, but the wolf didn't have the patience for that. Besides if a small fragile looking thing like Kyle could take him, the tiger twice Kyle's size should have no problem.

Max withdrew himself half way and reaffirmed his hold on Ricky's hips. He tensed in preparation, and then drove forward with a savage snarl. The tiger's hole stood no chance against the battering ram that was Max's cock. In a split second he stretched, yawning open, and the reclosing around the root of Max's meat.

Ricky couldn't yell out; he didn't have the breath remaining in his lungs after the fat cock punched its way through his guts. However, he didn't feel the excruciating pain he thought would be present. It was almost like it happened so quick that his body was tricked into not responding with the right impulses.

Either way, the thick ball of flesh ballooned out further in his ass in preparation for Max's finale, and they didn't need to wait long before Max raised his head and howled to signal his orgasm.

A burning warmth spread through Ricky's midsection almost like a particularly strong shot of whiskey. Ricky swore he could feel the pulse and throb inside his guts each time the wolf released another stream of his liquid lust.

Kyle, not to be forgotten in amidst the action behind him, continued riding Ricky's length with renewed vigour. The fox's enthusiastic bouncing crossed with Max's swollen knot pressing against his pleasure button sent Ricky over again as he moaned and came hard inside the fox.

Kyle stopped bouncing his hips in favour of rocking around in a circle as the tiger emptied himself for a second time in the space of ten minutes. Ricky's second orgasm was intense, but didn't have the longevity like his first, and soon his balls ran dry. Under his tail, Max also tapered off with the last of his load dribbling out to add to the reservoir built up inside the tiger.

"Mm two loads for little ol' me? I feel honoured." Kyle said has he slowly lifted himself from Ricky's lap. The feline's barbed cock scraped gently at his walls on the way out causing Kyle's rear to tingle in remembrance. The fox squeezed tight on Ricky's glans before popping off and closing his ass tight to prevent the build-up of tiger cum from leaking out.

Kyle crawled forward along the tiger until the submissive kitten was facing his drooling, knotted foxcock. Ricky was anticipating being requested to suck Kyle off, but the fox crawled a little bit higher up instead. Now his balls dangled over the tiger's head, and his messy ass was positioned over the tiger's red tinged muzzle.

Knowing exactly what was expected of him, Ricky dove forward for the third time today, driving his tongue deep into Kyle's stretched hole. This time he was greeted with the taste of himself on his sandpapery tongue, but it didn't faze him in the slightest.

Kyle gasped as his tightened ring was probed by the wriggling, slippery tongue. It quickly gained entry, and delved amongst the tiger's backed up cum. Kyle squirmed and wagged his ass in front of Ricky's face, the tiger having to grab at his hips to keep him still.

Cum spilled from Kyle's backside into Ricky's mouth, filling his maw with his own slippery seed. But each time Ricky pulled back from Kyle's ass, more seed followed to splash across his face and dribble down his chin. Soon his face was soaked with his essence, and all his could smell was his own scent.

Kyle abruptly seized up around Ricky's tongue and sung his own song of praise for the tiger milking his prostate to orgasm. Spurts of fox cum leapt from Kyle's cock and splattered haphazardly on the bed and tiger below him. Cum dripped from his balls dangling over Ricky's face forcing the feline to close his eyes and accept the addition to his cum-facial as thanks for his efforts.

Kyle pulled away from the dazed tiger, yipping as the tiger's worn out tongue slipped from his clean behind. He sat atop the tiger's chest and squeezed his knot a few times to milk out the last of his cum to dribble across Ricky's chest. Tried from kneeling and riding the tiger, Kyle flopped to the side and snuggled up to the tiger's musky body.

The trio rested together while they caught their breath. Ricky and Kyle drifted into their afterglow on the bed while Max was forced to wait for his knot to shrink. Some time passed in relative silence, the occupants of the room having fallen into relaxation.

Max tugged his hips backwards, testing to see if his knot had deflated enough to be extracted from the tired feline. Nodding to himself, the wolf tugged back with a little more force to pop out of the snug tunnel. Slowly so as to not cause Ricky extra discomfort, Max allowed his cock to soften and withdraw back into his sheath.

With nothing left to plug Ricky's slightly gaped hole, the trickle of wolf cum had no obstacle. Having failed its job in conceiving pups, the wolf's milky essence leaked from the tiger and seeped into the bed sheets below.

"I _just_washed those yesterday." The fox grumbled from where he lay next to the tiger. He watched in dismay as the puddle grew larger and more plentiful, thoroughly ruining the sheets.

But the dejected fox's ears perked back up as he remembered something important. "Oh! Max get the present!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Present...?" Ricky seemed hesitant in to know if they got him a gift, and why. With how little he knew the couple, he already suspected any 'present' to be sinister in nature.

He didn't have to wait long though as Max grinned at the tiger and disappeared back into the entry hallway. He reappeared after a minute of silence with a ribbon topped box, and a devious twinkle in his eye. He handed the box to Ricky.

Sceptically Ricky accepted the box and slowly opened the lip. The two items inside almost made the big tiger meow. A dainty looking brown leather collar greeted him first. Around the outside was ten evenly spaced, pink gemstone studs, and a silver tag in the shape of a love heart hung from the front hoop. Twisting the tag around Ricky read the inscription.

'Kitten'.

And the phone number on the back was the same as the one that sent him those incriminating messages earlier. Ricky immediately clicked as to what the leather was symbolising. The tag, the number... it was a pet's collar.

The second item was a simple, pink, leather adjustable cockring, the pink matching that of the gemstones perfectly. He fingered it gently, almost afraid it would bite his hand. It had a couple of loops, one which would fit snug around the root of his sex, and the other would be fastened tightly around the base of his cock. Another thin strip connected the two from underneath his balls.

The leather on both items was exceptional quality, even someone as ignorant as Ricky could understand that. And the gemstones were expertly stitched into the collar with impeccable spacing in between. Over all, Ricky knew these were costly items, and while appalled at the nature of them, the gesture was bitter-sweet.

Ricky looked up questioningly, unable to open his mouth for fear his voice would break.

"It's your required state of dress as our new pet!" Kyle bounced on the bed next to the tiger. "Do you like them? I designed the collar myself! And I had to remember your rough 'downstairs' measurements for the other piece."

"I... uh..." Ricky blushed. The idea that he'd come to Kyle's apartment with the intention of scoring some tail only to be the 'tail' himself, and now to be owned by a gay couple... it was really messing with his mind.

"Well come on! Try it on!" Kyle gleefully grabbed the collar from the weak clutches of the tiger and undid the silver latch. The collar mechanism was a modern design with a simple catch and release which allowed it to easily adjust and snap closed.

When the fox's nimble fingers left his fur, Ricky felt the tightness of the collar remain hugging close around his neck. It felt awkward and uncomfortable at first. Any movement of his head made his fur rub against the leather, and the fur trapped underneath felt as if it was pressed about in all sorts of unnatural angles.

Kyle sat back and his haunches to take in the full sight of their newly collar pet. The brown leather blended quite nicely into the tiger's otherwise vibrant orange and black fur dominating his neck region, with the exception of the overly feminine gemstones twinkling devilishly.

"Turn around then, let's have a look at you." Max requested.

The tinkling of the collar's tag rudely reminded Ricky of the message he was sending with each second he allowed the leather to hug around his throat. But he obeyed his orders and faced the wolf for inspection. He lifted his chin to point towards the ceiling to expose his new adornment.

Max's eyes narrowed, and the wolf's thick tongue flicked across his lips as though he was eying a delicious meal. He stepped up to the end of the bed, close to where Ricky was kneeling. In a flash, Max brought his paw to Ricky's collar and the click of metal was heard.

Ricky felt a tug at the front of the collar where the tag hung, and was surprised to see a matching brown length of leather extending from where it was attached to the tag rung. Again the leash was pulled, this time with enough strength to unbalance Ricky and send him toppling forward. He landed on his paws on the soft bed... and with his nose pressed against Max's musky sheath.

"Perfect." Max growled. "That's a good look for you Ricky. I bet you love having a leash attached to your collar so that any male can tug you down and force you to service them."

Ricky felt the radiating sheath grind against his cheek and he couldn't help meowing pitifully as his master pulled harder at the leash to force him closer into his crotch fur.

"Or maybe you want someone behind you to pull your head back while they force their cock deeper up your slutty kitten ass." Max said. The leash suddenly fell slack, but Ricky didn't dare pull back. He reasoned that it might have been a test... but deep down he knew he wanted to stay close to the wolf, buried in his crotch.

Max's expression softened and he unhooked the leash and stepped back from the bed. Ricky edged further forward in an attempt to stay pressed against Max, but the wolf just turned away to stow the leash onto of a chest of draws. Ricky whined when he could no longer reach Max, and blushed when he realised how needy he'd become.

Max turned back around and fondly ruffled the tiger's head fur. Ricky purred in appreciation of the gesture, and moved his head more firmly against the wolf's paw. Behind him, Kyle jumped on his back to give him a hug. The fox rubbed his cheek against Ricky's back fur like he'd do to a loving pet.

"You're free to go... pet." Max said. The wolf handed Ricky his creased clothes and helped dress the tiger. When he was decent again, notwithstanding the dried cum marking his face and various body parts including under his tail, he followed the couple into the main living room where they said their final farewells. Kyle hugged him again and told him to come back as soon as they messaged him.

On the way down the stairs and out the apartment, Ricky had time to clear his mind and think. By the time he left the apartment, he was feeling a level of shame he'd never expected to experience before. The collar proclaiming his ownership hung snug to his neck, and the... other present was tucked safely away in his pocket.

Walking across the road to his car he passed a bin, and seriously contemplated tossing the two pieces of humiliating leather. He could just ditch the presents, lose the number and never answer any of their messages again. They didn't know where he lived, where he worked, hell they didn't even know his last name!

But as he stood at the side of the road, fingering the leather in his pocket and scrutinised his options, he realised his thoughts had derailed quickly from his original dilemma to fantasising about the amazing sex he'd experienced. And while Ricky hated to admit it, the feeling of someone else controlling him made his heart flutter with desire.

And, well... the collar was kind of cute.