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I decided to give another shot at the first-person thing since people responded pretty well to my last attempt in "Best Kept Secrets", and for this entry I decided to entertain my kinky younger/older daddy fantasies a bit more than usual.

Below you have a first-person style story, which is a story that contains some consensual and some questionably-consensual activity between two male lovers. IF YOU DON'T want the backstory, and just want to go straight to the size-difference, forced, cum-laced goodness, just search for "Open my pants." and off you go. :3 Enjoy!

PS: Don't be too ruthless with your critiques please, I do try my best! LOL!

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I may have been young and naive, but I was certainly old enough and wise enough to know I shouldn't have been there. I shouldn't have ditched school to be here, and I most certainly shouldn't have come alone. The guy I met online had offered to let me bring someone if I was uncomfortable in any way, but I was embarrassed... Of course I was embarrassed. I wasn't a football player, I wasn't a super lean runner, and I wasn't any of the things most of the guys at my school were. I was just... Me I suppose. Ultimately ordinary, I was ultimately boring. I wouldn't dare risk the ridicule and embarrassment of people at school finding out I was gay, let alone the things I wanted or ached for... There were social risks that just weren't worth it, and this was certainly one of them. I had experienced enough instances of others being picked on, made fun of, and beat up for me to know the risk of them knowing they were right was absolutely unacceptable and most of all... I couldn't risk disappointing my parents by letting them know I would never give them the photo-perfect family they'd expected from me.

I'm getting ahead of myself I suppose.

Let me start from the very beginning.

About a month ago I started using a chatting app on my cell phone. Admittedly, it was for other people like me. Sinful people... It was an app for gay people on there that had secrets to keep and other people that didn't mind keeping it that way. I guess I shouldn't project myself so much, I'm sure there's plenty of nice and ordinary people that are 'out' of the closet, I just guess I wasn't one of them. I was smart though... I used a picture that didn't look all that much like me ordinarily, my hair had some gel in it and I had a pretty goofy expression on, a sort of smile I wouldn't expect ever making at school and of course a fake name should someone with ill intent end up on a witch hunt using the app someday. I covered all of my bases, I was sure of it, to make sure my identity was secure. Even at my age there were stories of kids being murdered from predators online and things of the sort, though I was no 'kid'. I scored way above my age range during college testing and I still had a few years to go before I'd even need to know that. I was in a good position in life... Well, besides this secret. Besides being a sexless teenager in a cesspool of wild hormones and the constant scent of sex and rutting that permeated from the people around me. In was difficult to keep my head clear and eventually my libido got the better of me and I pursued an opportunity on the app to meet up with someone.

Grayson was his name, though I was fairly sure it was as fake as mine was. Joshua was a terrible fake name to have used and surely he was thinking the same thing. "I have a place in the city. I can pick you up or you can meet me here." He had messaged me. He knew what I was, who I was, he knew the terrible things I'd started to crave. We'd spent nearly a month talking, some things remarkably kinky and sexual and other things quite ordinary. "Weather sux today. Cold." I'd inform "And foggy." He'd answer. But he knew all of the shameful bits I'd been keeping from the world. The things I ached to be told, the things I wanted to do... He knew all of it, though I'd lied about plenty of things. Exact location, age, name... I was honest enough to tell him about my hobbies, my species, my family situation. He knew I was pretty alone in the world but he was pretty consistent with talking to me, and the feeling of companionship was a pleasure that was growing rather strongly on me. He spoke to me far more like a friend than I'd expected, pleasurable and nice, never bringing up sexual stuff unless I'd say something to that regard first. "Aching today... So pent up." I'd confess "Just jo in a bathroom and get it out of your system." He'd advise honestly "Or let me take care of that for you." He'd add and the statement would make my sheath swell in the most unbearable of ways.

Eventually I caved, and agreed to meet with him. "I'll be in the city this weekend. Want to meet up?" I asked him "It's a date." He responded, making me blush I will confess "I'll make something nice." He added, contributing an air of romanticism that so far we hadn't particularly alluded to, though the fact that we'd met on a gay dating app had to be self-explanatory, surely. Grayson though, such an incredibly serious sounding name. As serious and intense as that incredibly square broad muzzle in the picture on Grayson's profile, making him look incredibly fierce even for his species. Lions were known for having rather imposing dispositions, but gray looked extraordinary. Grayson's massive thick mane eclipsing him and making him look unbelievably regal and bold in his profile photo. I couldn't stand how handsome he looked, even if he was well beyond my years. He was about twenty years my senior, easily making him old enough to be my father or even older perhaps. It was a strangely kinky thought I must admit, and one that seemed to come to mind fairly often while talking to him given his mature disposition and calm collected attitude. I called him the morning I was going to ditch school and head into the city, just to make sure all of our plans were still in place and ready to go. His phone rang and rang, and only picked up at the very last moment before I'd presume it would go to voicemail "Yes?" I heard from the other side of the line "Grayson? Hi, it's Mav... I just wanted to make sure we're still on for today?" I paused curiously "Correct." He stated flatly. I started to feel like I'd interrupted something important "I'm sorry, I must be interrupting something... Well I'll see you then." I heard my voice perk as I smiled on my end only to hear a click as the call ended abruptly. I looked at my phone, curious and a little confused. He sounded incredibly serious and stern, maybe I'd interrupted a meeting or something. I really wasn't sure but I'd put the thought away and ask him later so I didn't risk doing so again.

It was well past lunch time by the time the bus arrived in the heart of the city, after I'd have to switch from bus to bus multiple times following the route I needed. Giant buildings surrounded me, twenty, thirty, forty or more floors. They jutted up into the skyline making the horizon impossible to see over or around their mass. Spires of steel and glass and chrome all around, and a city building not far off, which was likely the courts and other city offices and things of that sort with its building architecture so ancient compared to all of the modern skyscrapers around. The government buildings contrasted the newness of the modern buildings all around them beautifully, making them unmistakable for anyone that may have been trying to find it and as I looked up at the various buildings high into the sky with my face pointed straight up, I couldn't help but feel a certain sense of irrelevance in the big picture of things. This was a special place in the world where business and lives were made and broken every single second, and I swear it smelled of money if such a thing were even possible.

I started to wander around, trying to find numbers on the buildings so I could find the one he'd given me. Eventually I had after about an hour and a short stop to eat something along the way at one of the small shops tucked into the sides of the buildings. Some small sandwich shop that seemed popular with the locals in their suits and ties, as I sat there in my jeans and t-shirt snickering at how laughably out of place I was. It was like being in a different world, where young adults didn't exist and people simply never aged. They were just born between 40 and 60 years old, and they just stayed that way until they disappeared. I laughed at the thought, some people looking at me curiously before I left to find my way into the building I had been looking for. "Ashfield" was printed along a marble wall behind a large oak desk with two armed security officers behind it. A rhino with a gruff mean expression on his face, and a sleek looking tiger who smiled at me. "Do you need help?" the rhino asked flatly, stopping me as I made my way to the elevator. "I'm here for Grayson?" I inquired "Floor 100?" I added meekly. I knew with my backpack slung over my back and tennis shoes squeaking with each step on the glossy floor surrounded by people in suits, I could not have looked more out of place then I did at this moment. "One moment." He'd informed me, keeping a hand up like he was instructing a dog to stay. ...As I stood there with my curled husky tail giving a slight wag the gesture was rather insulting. His eyes lit up as he spoke quietly on the phone, eyes widening and shifting quickly to me and back to his desk and he hung up quickly after what sounded like an apology. "Of course." He informed me "I'm so sorry. Mr Ashfield is waiting for you. Take the first elevator on the right..." he gestured "Up to floor 100." He finished. Both of them were staring at me with curious expressions, confused perhaps or scared. "Ashfield...?" I whispered to myself thoughtfully "Grayson Ashfield? Of Ashfield tower?" and the realization had finally struck me as the elevator ascended the many floors of the monstrous building. I shivered somewhat, a bit cold but admittedly more scared than anything as I pondered what the hell had I gotten myself into. When the elevator doors opened into the cavernous room, I would find myself in a rather spacious marble floored room not terribly unlike the lobby with another "Ashfield" sign mounted to the large wall separating both elevators. There was a seating area with chrome and black leather couches, and a television that was turned off and monstrous glass windows on each side of the room. Directly across from the elevators however, were two massive wooden doors easily twice my size and their material was a heavy metal that looked aged, like an old copper roof and a camera mounted just above to surely let its occupants identify any visitors with its red light glowing imposingly.

I lifted the heavy knocker on the door and heard the sound it made echo into the chamber inside and again that sense of fear struck me urgently and I fought the straining whine at the back of my throat to avoid sounding light a frightened pup. The door opened and I would finally see the person behind all of this. "Good afternoon." The rumbling voice came, so low and gravely it made my stomach tighten and I could smell the faint scent of cigar inside. I had to lift my head to look up at the face of the lion, his mane tucked neatly into a dress shirt that strained to contain his arms and chest leading down to nicely pressed black slacks. He looked incredibly handsome, just like his photo but in person he looked so vastly more imposing than his photo even began to lead on. Two large spiraled horns jutting up from his head I couldn't have even seen in the photo, meaning he was some kind of hybrid and they only made him look more imposing. I came up to naval at most, though being small for my species that comparison wouldn't be terribly relevant. I swallowed roughly, struggling to regain my voice as my lips parted but said nothing. His lips curled in a smirk and I felt my whole body shiver "Good afternoon, Grayson" I finally stumbled to spit out. He stayed still, taking up the entire doorway where he stood and I his scent laced on of my inhales. "Most just call me Gray." He answered "But you will call me Sir until you've earned otherwise." He answered with that grin unyielding on his face and I'd be lying if I didn't confess to feeling my sheath swelling quickly as my body stiffened at his answer and the overwhelming scent of his. The suddenness of his seriousness was as alarming as it was alluring. "Come in." he stated flatly like a command, turning to make me brush by his body as I entered. You could nearly see the city skyline in all directions, three walls of his home were glass overlooking everything and hints of orange started to cascade into the room as the sun slowly started to set. I moved into the room and stopped near the middle of what appeared to be a living room. A large television, and large couch and chair in one direction, a dining area and kitchen in another. Bathroom and bedroom in another, everything somewhat detached but all of them had walls that could be opened and closed to separate them I noticed. He moved around me, closer than necessary, I started to wonder if he liked making me feel small and that thought too tugged at my arousal and made me shiver where I stood. "Would you like a drink?" he asked politely, and I shook my head as I struggled to regain my voice again "No thank you." I answered. He walked over to a small bar nearby, I'd noticed him taking a bottle of water out of the fridge while mixing a drink as well and finally moving to turn a chair to face me as he sat. The large chair protested his immense weight but held him as he eased; setting the glass down next to him on a small table as well as the bottle of water and he'd look at me occasionally while I stood there. Lighting up a cigar before easing back in his chair to take me in, and there was something overwhelming predatorial about his eyes as they fixed sharply on me.

"Undress." He stated flatly, a cloud of cigar smoke wafting up from him on a deep exhale. I corked my brow, my backpack still slung over one of my shoulders while I questioned what I'd heard. "Undress? Here?" I inquired, and he kept his gaze on me a moment, then ever-so he'd nod at me verifying what he'd said. I swallowed roughly once more, this felt so awkward to me and my eyebrows furrowed in a concerned expression but he left me to settle my nerves. I set my backpack near my feet, and then drew my shirt over my head. My pants fallowed my underwear, somewhat embarrassing in their plainness. Just blue briefs, his favorite color, thought at that moment I realized I could have worn something more attractive like boxers perhaps, but his eyes never parted from me as he sat there and drew idly at his cigar. The room started to smell like him and the cigar, both scents I confess I rather liked even if I'd never smoke a cigar myself if given the opportunity. The scent was good no less, heavy and earthy and incredibly male. I stood there in my underwear and socks after kicking my shoes off, my husky tail curled almost playfully behind me most likely making me look even younger than I was. "Remove your underwear." He added, and I'd do as he said, hooking thumbs under the waistband and tugging them down until one of my feet lifted to set it on top of my backpack with the rest of my clothes. "Turn around." He added a command and I did, slowly, assuming he just wanted to see all of me. "Good boy." He praised as I continued slowly, my husky cock half out of its swollen sheath. I wasn't sure if I should be aroused or scared, this wasn't the way I anticipated this going but the praise made my face hot. "You're a beautiful boy, Mavrick." He commented, and the realization that I'd already given him my real name made the comment seem much more authentic. Though had I told him Mav or Mavrick? I can't recall for certain... "Thank you, Mr Grayson" I cringed and my ears flattened as soon as I'd said it. He never told me to call him that, in fact he didn't even want me to call him by his first name let alone his last. I could see one of those massive paws grip down into the fabric of his chair, was that anger? "You will call me Sir." He reminded flatly, and I could hear the sternness in his voice speaking sharply "Yes Sir." I hurried to answer and his expression softened quickly.

"Come here." He pointed to his feet, and I followed the instruction. His eyes still fixed on me, until I stood nearly between his spread legs. He'd gesture down once more, and it didn't take much for me to realize he'd instructed me to kneel at his feet. The feeling was so awkward in the room, I considered leaving for a moment. "I..." I'd stammered, beginning to back out and I could hear a growl start in his chest "Now." He added sharply and the amount of sternness in his voice tugged at something in my gut making me drop down quickly. "Yes Sir." I answered, dropping my gaze submissively as I knelt down. That broad hand reached for my face and lifted it up to look at him, his palm big enough to easily eclipse my face if he desired but his touch remained incredibly gently as he pet my muzzle "You have a beautiful body, Puppy. Make sure I can see it, always." He informed as my emerald hues were kept in a deep gaze with him. My body shivered harshly at the praise, my body growing warm and my cock throbbed achingly between my legs at the treatment before he'd ease back keeping a warm smile on that massive muzzle. My god he could have eaten me in one bite...

"Open my pants." He instructed now, and I wasn't going to continue questioning him. My small hands lifting to meet his belt buckle, and I could smell him much more strongly now as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The scent became overwhelming as I exposed those tight, jet black briefs. "Take them off, take out my cock, and suck on it." He stated, and my breath caught in my chest. My looming hands slowly drew down that waistband of his underwear over the obscene bulge it strained to house until I could work them with his pants down his legs, exposing the absolutely massive balls and over them would lay an immense soft cock. Even in its soft state it was obscene in girth and size, just like the rest of the male. This was by no means a feline cock, as it had a mix of traits. A medial ring and hints of a flare like an equine, barbs at various points like a feline, and what I guessed to be an early slight bulge of a knot from a canine or dragon perhaps too... My breath caught in my chest as I removed his shoes and freed his pants leaving his lower half nude.

"Good boy." He praised once more as I took his maleness into my hands, looking it over, bringing it to my lips to let my canine tongue stroke over his tip and the sigh of pleasure he made sent a shiver along my spine. He continued to smoke idly at his cigar as I'd brought his arousal to life, slow idle throbs of it being given my attention working him from the softness he started at to a full stiffness that jutted obscenely from him. Everything on him entirely proportionate, and entirely mismatched to my size as my hands failed to grasp it's girth. My muzzle couldn't take more than a couple inches of his shaft in, making me work harder to pleasure him. Stroking the length of his shaft I couldn't possibly hope to reach. "More." He coaxed, using a grip behind my head to start forcing me to take more. Soon making my muzzle squelch as I gagged on his cock as it pressed deeper into my throat where he'd hold me a moment. I was choking on his arousal, spit dripping down the remainder of the shaft as he worked me further down, giving me a few moments to gasp wildly as he withdraw before coaxing me even further down again until he was sending several inches down my throat and making it bulge obscenely from him. It hurt and made my muzzle ache painfully, but the pleasured sounds he'd make and the treatment he was giving me was making me throb so hard it ached between my legs for attention. I'd have worked my cock if not for my body trying so hard to expel him, my hands gripping his thighs trying to push myself off to stop myself from gagging and choking on him but his strength would vastly succeed over mine as he worked more and more of it into me. I could feel his flare growing as his arousal did the same, every time he throbbed he'd pump pre straight down my throat where it'd collect in thick jets in my stomach making me feel overwhelmingly full with his flare seemingly so deep it was as though I could feel it in my stomach demanding I take everything he has to give before he'd draw back once more. He'd stop a moment, letting me gasp and pant and wheeze with incessant pre drooling right over my tongue in a torrent so thick I couldn't stop swallowing. My muzzle had to strain just to let his flare pass over my tongue and once my breath started to slow he tugged me down sharply and I heard him groan as he came. Unbelievably thick jets being felt pumping along his shaft as he force fed me a full load. Jet after jet as my breath was stopped and I was made to take what he had. His knot was flared so thick outside of my muzzle, almost tripling his girth at his base he'd thankfully spare me from while he continued to cum. My usually slightly pudgy tummy started to feel heavy and full, feeling almost distended from everything he'd given me before he eases back and finally lets me regain my breath. Saving me from the darkness that had started hinting at the edges of my vision, ensuring if he'd lost his control for a moment or two too long I may have passed out. But instead, I was left coughing with his cock tip still in my muzzle. Choking some post cum down while some of it cascaded down my jowls and neck and all while my own cock jumped incessantly at the amorous abuse he forced onto me. I couldn't tell if I hated him for it, or wanted to beg for more. "Don't spill..." he warned, making me continue to work to swallow incessantly "...You are to take every drop. To you it's sacred." He purred to me in a pleasured rumble I hadn't heard from him previously. My hands started to work my cock, I was edging already and I was desperate to cum "No." he growled "You're not allowed to touch yourself. Ever." He commanded flatly "Ever. Do you understand? Ever." and I nearly whined as I looked at him and that serious expression and I wouldn't dare protest "Yes Sir." I answered with a whine tugging at the ends of my words "If you want to cum, you will tell me. Nothing else." He added unnecessarily as he stood. I flinched as he swung a hand down, offering to help me up. I reached out and my hands were so small in his I could have held a single one of his digits instead. The lion pulled me up to my feet, and then pointed forward, a hand at my back pushing me forward towards the kitchen until I'm against a kitchen island.

The hybrid leans me forward with my husky tail curled behind me with a question mark as curious as I was, exposing more of my twitching flesh than I'd anticipated. My feet barely reach the floor, even up on my toes, and before I know it I feel his hot against my cleft and "Good boy..." he praises once more, making my entire body shiver and throb with my cock trapped against the cool side of the counter while it leaks pre excitedly. I hate how good he is at this, at making me feel weak and exposed to him and how much all of this is making me throb uncontrollably. He parts my cheeks to expose my virgin flesh to him, and I hear him growl against the sensitive flesh with his rough feline tongue working over me. His tongue is longer than I would expect, maybe part dragon I guess but the thought quickly escapes me as the rough tongue stretches and pries at my entrance with a vicious eagerness that makes my back arch and a groan escape my lips. The tongue is already working against my inner walls and my footpaws curl and my legs bend but his arms are up and keep me spread wide for him. I'm almost barking as I writhe wildly at what he's doing to me, his saliva dripping down my balls and I truly can't stand the pleasure he's giving to me as I'm edging already. I can feel my balls tightening from the tongue fucking his giving me and my lack of experience matched with my sensitivity is rocketing me towards an orgasm. Just as it hits he grips around the base of my balls and squeezes hard, ripping my orgasm away from me, stealing the pleasure away and making me stay right on the edge with him and I groan so loud it echoes off the walls and in a flash everything has stopped and the room falls to silence. I hear his claws tap on the floor and I can tell he's walked away from me. I look over my shoulder to see him walk out of the room, his ass bouncing as it flexes with him walking and his broad shoulders making him look even more masculine and powerful in the nude. Christ he's sexy, I'm thinking to myself and I see him walk back with several items and that absolutely obscene cock of his bouncing proudly at his pelvis with veins pulsing angrily and equally weighty balls shifting below it as he walked, catching my gaze looking back at him he grins at me knowing what he's going to do to me. In a matter of moments he has a collar and leash attached to me, and a matching muzzle. Cuffs on my hands which he hooks together and latches to a sink on the island just in front of me trapping me in that pose and finally cuffs on my feet though they remain loose. Then he presses in firmly against my ass and I feel his cock over my cleft, he's reaching over me and I can feel his cock press firmly against my body with its flared head drooling between my shoulder blades... My god what have I agreed to. He wraps something over my already bound muzzle, and it takes me a moment to realize what he's done as the scent hits me. The absolutely overwhelming, crushing scent of him... His musky scent. His dirty, cum laced, filthy sweaty scent of his underwear he must have worn and came in multiple times and it makes me thrash, still wet as it smears into the fur of my muzzle and I can't take it.

I can't take the way it's lacing every inhale absolutely with the scent of his pleasure and my cock is already pouring pre, making it cascade sloppily down the side of the counter while he draws back and aligns his cock with me while I thrash. That obscenely thick, partially flared tip only a hint of the mind numbing pleasurable abuse I'm about to endure and the thick coating of saliva he's already laced my walls with, as well as what I'd done to his cock, and the pre it's almost spraying my hindquarters with makes it unforgivingly easy to force himself into me. The feeling of the sudden ruthless stretching makes me see stars and I'm crying from the pain of it and he just keeps pushing, sheathing himself fully in me until I feel his hips connect with me and that knot works to stretch me open and an orgasm is ripped from my body as my cum pours down the counter and I just hear him give a short amused chuckle, the feline savoring the pulsing of my walls on his cock while pulling half of his length back making my body feel desperately empty and in need of him. His hips flexing sharply with his claws raking at my sides and he's suddenly hilted fully once more with his knot prying just-so at my body and I'm crying out wildly in muffled whales from the muzzle he's put on me. My entire body thrashing with pleasure and pain in a mixture so explosive it keeps cum pouring out of me without any sense of control and he's savoring the slow fucking he's giving me. Looking down to watch his cock pulling at my virgin entrance before thrusting viciously back into me until he's slowly built a rhythm. His flared cock tip raking at my insides, stroking every inch of passage his massive arousal can reach while the early soft barbs teasingly rake at my insides in way that is beyond words and all while his knot connects with my ass on each deep thrust prying me further and further open for him gaining him slightly more depth on each return. "You're a very beautiful boy, Puppy..." he coos in a pleasured purring growl into one of my ears while he arches over me pressing his body into mine. I can feel the weight of his stomach and those massive arms wrapping around my body for added leverage and his tongue explores my neck, tugging at an ear, biting firmly at one of my shoulders and allowing himself a full opportunity to explore my body. The leash that had been hanging loosely from the collar he put on me is picked up as he leans back, and ties it to my tail keeping it permanently pulled up causing my body to stay tightened down on him and I can hear his pleasure once more in a growling groan.

My god the things he's doing to me, ruining me for any other man that won't be able to make me feel the ways he's making me feel right now as his balls slap harshly against my thighs and my own jerking cock and balls. Eclipsing my arousal fully, making me feel miniscule and utterly emasculated as he recites to me how tight and hot and needy my pussy feels to him. My cock hasn't stopped once, being torn from one orgasm to the next until my cock is jerking in pleasure with nothing left to give but idle strings running down the cabinet to the floor where the hybrid feline's own pre has started to collect in a thick messy pool. Even his pre eclipsed my own fully, and he savored the opportunity to remind me. "This is what a real male feels like... This is what a real male can do." He purrs into my ear while he ruts me in sharp forceful thrusts. My tears have long-since run dry and now all I can feel is the dull ache of the vicious mating he's giving me and the cascading, crushing pleasure it's flooding me with. His flare is felt spreading inside me, making me feel more and more full as his cock forces it deeper into me. Forcing my body to yield and giving it new passage to store his gift he is gracing me with in full. "You like being my breeding stock, don't you puppy..." he murmurs "You like having your pussy bred by me... You want to carry litter after litter of my cubs... Keep my cock warm..." he continues and I can't even argue with him. Not while he's stuffing himself deeper into me than I thought would even be possible and I couldn't have even imagined a simple chat would lead to this moment.

Without much warning besides the increasing pace and the way his thrusting had become ragged, he'd reach the pleasurable peak he'd wanted. Sweating as he panted and growled and purred and moaned at me and into my neck. His claws raking down my sides and back, and occasionally wrapping around to pull at my chest, gaining any leverage he could to force more of himself into me until the sudden pressure of his hips connect fully with mine and he starts rolling and grinding his hips into me before I know what has even happened. His swollen knot has been locked deep inside me as it swelled, thicker than the passage of my hips and he's so deep in me I think I can feel my already wildly overburdened belly bulging lewdly with his cock and with a monstrous beastly roar I feel his orgasm hit like a final catastrophic tidal wave. His barbs flare and tug at my walls demanding I remain exactly where I am as his flare expands fully and his knot swells wider and wider until his arousal is locked in me so securely surely bodily harm would come if I should dare deny him and his cum pours into me as a unstoppable torrent. My eyes widen from the scale and force of it, the way it felt so hot it was as though it was scalding my passage as it was utterly flooded with the gift of his prowess as my breeding stud. His claws dug into the flesh of my hips harshly, his hips flexing into me with every fiber of muscle that massive frame possessed as his body worked without thought in a primal display, burying his seed as deep in me as possible. Every jerk of his veiny cock pulsed more cum deep into my core flooding me and making my abdomen heavy with his seed as I gave muted gasping groans from the feeling with him just digging into me trying to gain every centimeter of depth he possible could.

My body was weak, absolutely exhausted as he eased his grip on me. His body coming down atop mine, making me strain somewhat to breath given his size but I could still do so no less as we panted wildly to regain ourselves from what had just transpired. Still he spasmed inside me giving more, and I was given the impression that would continue to be the case for some time and he simply stroked down my sides lovingly. Lapping his tongue idly at the back of my neck where he'd bitten and tugged multiple times. Occasionally he shifted his hips, as if tested his knot as it pulled and made me whine and writhe at the sensation. My god his arousal was so deep, so achingly unbearably deep and every time he so much as shifted my cock jumped trying to cum once more. Eventually he reached over me, growing tired of waiting. He manages to unhook my hands and he brings them back over my head until my arms are trapped around his neck and he pulls back to stand up taking me with him. The weight of myself becomes apparent, fully exposing his work to both of us while his hands grip at my hips and my stomach. The farce of a pregnancy from the sheer volume of his cum inside me as well as that shaft buried somewhere inside. I can't take it, feeling and seeing myself such a way. My own stomach so heavy it pushes down on my throbbing cock now that I'm drawn away from the counter and he removes the muzzle until I'm left panting and murmuring idly at him.

He walks with me, holding me in place at the hips, hilted on him and being worn like some kind of living house coat or something and I can see the hint of a smile on his muzzle as he walks us into the bedroom to the shower. It's as massive and ornate as the rest of the place, large enough for at least eight people or more as he turns the shower on. There's only a moment before hot water starts cascading and filling the room with steam and we sit on the tile bench on the far side of the shower. "You should probably call your parents when we're done, let them know you'll be out for the night." He stated, reaching for the soap on a nearby shelf. I nod gently, weakly back into his chest and he just idly washes me. "I hope you've had fun... I would hate to keep you here if you weren't enthralled." He added smartly. "Keep me here... Sir?" I naturally respond, curious and confused as he washed me. His broad paws working over my legs and between my thighs. Over my spent cock making me shiver harshly and then over that obscene taut belly of mine he'd caused all while he purred into my ear in hot breaths, savoring what he'd done to me.

"You've been a good boy. You don't have to call me Sir, Puppy."

"What should I call you then...?" I trailed breathless and exhausted.

"Just call me Daddy." the regal lion rumbled.