(This is just some self indulgent smut i wrote based off some a simple idea. Not really all too kinky, just musk, a bit of bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheetah seed. Kinda just wrote this mostly in one go and I don't really revise something like this so w/e if it's a bit eh)

Free Samples

The first few months of Russell's new relationship were smooth, natural, and enjoyable; The cheetah couldn't have asked for much more in that regard, and was letting his new partner gently pressure him into exploring each other more. While he had been pretty submissive with one or two folks in the past, the feline hadn't really settled back into those tendencies until he was in a relationship again with his new boyfriend, Cam: a stocky but otherwise unassuming wolverine who, to the cheetah's surprise, was delightfully, gently domineering the more time he spent with the cat. In the first few weeks, the larger male had barely so much as pressured the feline to sleep in the same bed, though the cheetah proved eager to do just that, even if they had only ended up sleeping with each other in the most literal sense. ??Russell wasn't usually all too into sex, especially since previous to getting into the relationship he had plenty of friends to share a night with, and hadn't really started missing that until about a month in. Starting to get a little antsy, Cam's simple requests of "Come lie down with me" and the like began to rile him up some, striking sparks against his previous, submissive tendencies. The wolverine's deep voice and naturally powerful presence certainly helped, though the true kindling was when he started realizing his partner's reactions and began to be a little more intentional with his nonchalant commands. Cam was fairly certain of the feline's obedient nature but, after pressing the question onto the cat and getting a pretty clear-cut yes, he felt free to start getting a little more dominant, maintaining any boundaries they'd set while pressing the fold of what he didn't quite know of the cheetah's sexuality yet.

One month, and numerous 'encounters' later, Cam felt he had a pretty good read on his partner, and was getting more comfortable with the idea of trying some things he'd had in mind. Russell had been invited over for the night, and was just hanging his coat up on the back of the door, slow and heavy footsteps causing his ears to swivel a bit as a firm chest and slight muscle gut is pressed into his back. Thrumming softly already, the feline chuckles as he feels a single, large paw over his stomach, poking up under his shirt to rub at the soft fur of his thin stomach. Cam was quite paws-on, and the cheetah had no complaints with it, leaning back into his partner quite relaxed, though he would have something to be excited about momentarily. The mustelid crooned out, "I uh, got you something." and the feline swore he could hear his boyfriend's smirk, his length stirring some in the perpetually undersized pouch of his jockstrap. "Oh? Well... I'll close my eyes then."

Two or so weeks ago, Cam had snooped around online in search of something he'd been meaning to get for some time, initially for himself, but now for his partner as well. A personalized and comfortable custom collar was something that he had considered for himself mostly for aesthetic purposes but, now that he had a good grasp on his boyfriend's sexual interests, what could be a better gift? Russell, as he promised, closed his eyes, tail flicking and brushing against the wolverine's leg as he soon chirped lightly in surprise, feeling something brush against his sensitive neck. 'A necklace?' he wondered, though, quickly realized what was being pressed against his fur, cheeks reddening as the wolverine fastened it at the front, both of his paws then trailing down the cat's front as he's pulled into a hug. Russell let out a huff, collecting himself and then reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, turning the appropriate camera on and trying to get a good look at what he confirmed to be a perfectly fit collar around his neck. It was pure white leather, though he could tell the inside had a flash of pink, and most eye-catching of all were the rose 'gold' buckle and ring. The feline's tail swished between the wolverine's legs as he got excited, quickly putting his phone back away and nuzzling his head back into the bigger male's chest, a delighted rumble rising from his own, "Thanks... It's really nice." One of the feline's paws came up to touch the collar, and while he's unsure of how the mustelid got his exact measurements, he most definitely wasn't complaining. Moments later, one of those much larger paws gently pushed the feline's out of the way, a single claw slipping into the D-ring at the front and giving it a gentle, but firm tug. Cam's muzzle brushed against one of the cheetah's ears as he leaned in to say, or rather, command: "Now let me test it out."

Russell thought he had a pretty good idea of what his partner had in mind, following to the bedroom and allowing himself to be gently tugged into position on the bed after getting rid of both of their clothes. The cheetah resting up on his knees, eye level with Cam, who was sat in front of him, his back to the headboard and one paw holding the feline's chin. "I've got something kinda.. Different in mind, kitten. I wanna invite some friends over. Your ass and maw are all mine, but... Well, you can see where this is going." Once again, the feline's cheeks flushed light red, and he nodded. This wasn't what he had in mind at all, and was far from what he had experience with, but he trusted his partner at this point, and was just as eager to please as always. Russell was a switch after all but, with Cam's limited experience in dealing with dick other than his own, the feline's surprisingly oversized meat got little attention. Despite the fact that his cock was a bit larger than the bigger wolverine, he typically ended up using his maw in bed, and he had no problems with that whatsoever. That girthy, uncut slab of feline cock began dribbling pre onto the bed, the cheetah unable to hide his excitement. His answer wasn't a direct yes or no, but rather "I'm yours." which the wolverine took to mean as free rein, within the boundaries they'd discussed previously. Cam chuckles, his paw lowering to give a gentle squeeze around his partner's impressive cock, before leaned over to one side of the bed, digging through a drawer of the only bondage tools he really played around with.

The cheetah was subservient enough that Cam didn't really need to tie those wrists together behind the smaller male's back, but, getting to see him squirm from the stimulation of maw after maw on his sensitive, hooded cock would be quite fun. He got the blindfold out too, which the cheetah often used just for helping himself sleep, though tonight it'd be a few hours yet until he'd be given respite. The final touch was "Free samples" written in fur-safe marker on the cheetah's creme colored belly, pointing right down towards his prodigious groin. They made short work of the prep, and Cam had apparently already given his friends a heads up some time ago, confident in his partner's obedience in agreeing to such an act. It was only a few more minutes of idle, relaxed teasing before a knock at the door, and the wolverine rose from the bed to answer. Russell was left alone for a bit, and even without the stimulation from his partner gently stroking his cock, it remained quite hard, a wet spot forming in the bed where pre dribbles from his tip in semi-translucent strings. Despite his size, the cheetah found it hard for his cock to be at anything other than half mast, which, while hot to others who were aware of his endowment, occasionally got pretty annoying. The cheetah could hardly hear the other voice conversing with his partner, and of course would be unable to see, though who in particular was not an especially important point; He knew that they'd be a mystery to him, and there would be many. Another knock at the door, idle chat, and then a third visitor, the slightly hushed conversation slowly migrating back towards the bedroom where the cheetah sits, his back now to the headboard, and paws restrained behind himself. ??Once the group got close, they went mostly silent, though the cheetah could hear that they were right at the door, and presumably able to see him, totally exposed as he is. Cam chuckles a little, "C'mon, introduce yourself kitten." The nickname makes his still mostly-rigid cock throb a little, stiffening up towards full mast again quickly. Nervousness aside, he's a little eager to be the center of attention, and far more eager to please his partner; He clears his throat a little, saying meekly, "Uhm... Hey?" The massive breeding tool between those legs seems entirely out of place on someone who would otherwise get little use out of it, but the absurd size compared with his small, lithe frame is part of what his own friends enjoy, at least when the cheetah would send them photos. Flustered by the situation, another point of allure for the feline was now intensified, noticeable in the air. His musk is nearly as surprising in strength as his shaft is in size; The cheetah's somewhat exotic scent was one thing the shy cat was quite confident in. His friends all seemed to love it, and he'd gladly huff his own jockstraps until he became a little dizzy. That seemed to elicit a quiet remark from someone, presumably aimed at either Cam or themselves: "Ooh. He smells nice." Flicking his ears, the cheetah couldn't help but smile a little, his fully hard length bowing down towards the bed under the weight of all 13 inches.

Someone with probably the same size and heft of Cam stepped forward, though the voice that followed was clearly not the wolverine's, as it was a bit more gruff, "Well, y'all can suck each other off 'til I'm done, if you don't mind." The mental image the feline has formed of this man doesn't seem like the type who'd be eager to get a massive cock in their maw, but, he just sees that a bit flattering as the man approaches. The bed creaks a little with the sudden, additional weight as the cheetah soon feels a hot breath over his groin, the underside of his length then rubbing against what the feline assumed was the top of the person's head. His theory is soon substantiated as a scruffy-furred chin bumps against his weighty sack, someone's snout now pressed right into the base of his shaft before taking in a deep breath and exhaling, then once more. They don't waste much time though, the cheetah shuddering as that muzzle moves up the underside of his cock to his partially obscured tip, where a soft, broad tongue laps over the pre-soaked skin. With one of his main senses obscured, the feline is all the more aware of the sensation that courses through his length and causes him to shudder, a spurt of pre splattering right onto that tongue. A large paw, pads slightly rough, takes hold of his length near the base, gently tugging down until his foreskin is rolled over past his head, exposing the sensitive tip. Thankfully, that tongue doesn't directly grace that temporarily unhooded portion, instead licking on the underside of that shaft. ??Once the male has seemingly gotten his fill just sampling the taste of the cheetah's cock, he lets go of it and begins to take the whole thing into his maw. Russell squirms just a little, having not gotten head in some time, though he leans his own head back and begins to relax as inch after inch of his cock is taken with no issue. Being a bigger guy is certainly one way to be able to swallow more cock, with simply more space in that maw, and it seemed as though the unknown man was glad to have something that could actually fully fill his muzzle completely. Before that cock is even halfway taken, the cheetah feels the head of it start to press into the larger man's throat, who then slows down momentarily before continuing to swallow more, obviously much more practiced than Cam is. Even with the less impressive pace, inch after inch of the feline's cock is taken into that throat with few pauses, and even those only momentary. Russell had felt a couple of other friends take him that deep, and they felt a little tighter, but something about the large paw on his thigh, the noticeably larger form on the bed in front of him, and the situation all more than made up for that. After a good minute or two, he feels that muzzle approaching the base of his cock, the scruffy chin once again pressing against his large pouch beneath, the larger male soon having taken all 13 inches into him. Russell, all the while, squirms and pants softly, occasionally huffing out an expletive, his engulfed rod drooling a copious amount of pre right down that throat. A second large paw is pressed against the feline's other thigh, spreading his legs a little wider as the maw on his cock begins to bob up and down, the digits of the cat's hindpaws curling in pleasure as he unintentionally tests the strength of his bonds, his paws trying to grip the sheets below him.

All the while, the cheetah's ears flick, trying to decipher the sounds of the 3 bystanders, at current, to see what they're doing; Cam, he presumes, is watching intently, and he can hear one guest admiring the other's body. His attention toward that is spread thin though, his length's twitches and throbs telegraphing his approaching orgasm, brought on fairly quick due to the feline's sensitivity and the larger male's skill. Russell's loads tend to be just as impressive as his size, able to fill a milk jug with ease if he wanted, and his refractory period followed that of cats who could mount their mates many times in one go, so the feline didn't really have to worry much about holding himself back; Might as well give the eager stranger on his cock what they want. As he gets close, breaths getting shallower and his nuts starting to tug up back toward his base, the feline gives a quiet warning, feeling a little bit of a nod on his cock in response. Russell relaxes, getting closer and closer to that edge; One of those big paws moves away from his thigh, reaching up and slipping a digit underneath his collar right as his orgasm is just about to be brought to fruition.

A single, firm tug sends the cheetah surging over the edge, humping up into that maw a little as it presses firmly into the base of his groin. The underside of that length courses with hefty ropes of cum, each one easily a mawful's worth for the average person, and far greater in volume than the average spurt of seed, cascading down that throat in near-constant barrages. It's hard for the feline to keep track of time as he mewls and huffs, grinding against the eager muzzle as he's milked of the biggest orgasm he's had in a few weeks. After a good half minute, the gushes of feline spunk start to die down just a little, and that accommodating muzzle starts to slide off of that pole, the cheetah's tip eventually laying against that broad, soft tongue once more to coat it completely. Before he's finished with his orgasm entirely, Russell is able to fill that maw many times over, his ears flicking as he hears the steady swallowing between his legs. With a bellyful of seed pumped out of his shaft, the feline lets out a shaky breath and leans his head back, his length soon fully exposed to the cooler air as that maw pulls off of it fully. The shifting weight of the other male on the bed implies he's getting up, but before he does so, the cheetah feels a big paw gently ruffle the top of his head, which reflexively pushes back up into the attention. Seemingly a busy man, he gives his parting words to Cam before leaving promptly, the cheetah's half hard, spit and cum slick length softening up just a little as he relaxes momentarily. ??Cam approaches the side of the bed, leaning over it some to give the cheetah's cock a quick wipe with a discarded shirt, leaving it more or less dry for the next person, "Ready for another?" Russell lets out a soft sigh and flicks the tip of his tail, still catching his breath, "In... a moment.." By now the feline is purring softly, pretty comfortable with the situation at this point, and once he's feeling prepared again he nods, his cock ready to go still as well as it hardly softened up at all, and likely wouldn't until he was totally empty or enough time had passed. The two others made an inquisitive noise towards each other, presumably deciding who would go next, and after a few moments the feline feels the weight of another decently heavy stranger sinking into the bed between his legs. The first thing he feels is a soft-padded but still pretty large paw grip around the midsection of his shaft, stroking it with what the feline could have assumed was curiosity. That was the thickest part of his rod, and even this paw couldn't fully grasp it, the cheetah eliciting a huff in recognition of his own size; He didn't usually appreciate his own endowment but, having someone else toy with it certainly riled him up. In no time at all his length is back to being rock solid, still leaking some mix of pre and cum from the orgasm prior. ??Russell felt his cheeks redden slightly as his shaft is tilted a little, making a little more room for a muzzle to begin kissing the underside of his cock, up towards his tip, where he feels a few more before it begins to be enveloped in another maw. Thankfully another soft tongue, the feline sure even his own tongue would probably overstimulate his shaft after just being used, though it seems like the male on his length currently is aware of that as well, being careful not to give too much direct attention to his sensitive tip. The first few inches of his length are taken into that maw pretty quickly, though that stops before the cheetah's tip pressed into that throat, most of his length untended to at the moment, though a second paw grips near the base of his shaft with a little bit of room to spare even. Both paws begin to pump his shaft in unison, gently rolling his foreskin over his head which is stimulated by that maw, soft tongue pressed to the underside of his tip. It isn't as intense as the throat over his shaft previously, but that's a good thing at the moment, allowing him to more gradually approach his second orgasm without being too overwhelmed. The somewhat more casual servicing is just as constant though, a slow and steady buildup for what would surely be another satisfyingly filling load. Russell is, unfortunately, unable to reach down and pet at the male's head as he'd like to, so he hopes that his gentle, pleased mewls and huffs of approval will do for showing his appreciation for the careful attention. ??Though it did take a little while longer, the cheetah does get to the verge of his orgasm again, his length jumping and surging with pre as he gives another soft spoken warning. Apparently acting on that information, he feels one of those paws move out of the way to make room for that muzzle to travel further down his length, his tip now pressing into that throat. The warm, surprisingly stretchy confines of that throat draw a gasp from the cat as he tenses up a little, holding himself back from orgasm so that he can feel his tip press deeper and deeper into that throat. It's a little bit 'much', but his chest rumbling louder, huffs and mrowls of enjoyment, and slight squirming let the other male know that he was loving that attention. Russell couldn't hold stave his climax off for much longer though, and just as the male's muzzle was meeting the paw near his base, that cock began to throb a bit more harshly as it begins dutifully depositing hot, thick seed. The extra time between his last orgasm and this one meant the feline was able to work up just as hefty of a load, rhythmic gushes spilling from his tip to coat that throat in cum. His orgasm would have lasted about the same time too, but just as the steady flow begins to wane, he feels that head bobbing over his rod a little; The hot confines of that throat working over the upper half of his cock causes him to squirm a little and moan, extending his orgasm a little and ensuring that no matter who might be on his cock, they're completely stuffed by the end.

The cheetah's second 'customer' had only just pulled his maw off and gotten off the bed before the third hopped on, noticeably lighter than the previous two, though, already more assertive; "Buckle up, I'm not waiting." The tone was playful, though the cheetah took a nervous gulp, nodding and mentally preparing himself a little. Two small, scaled hands hold the base of his cock, both required to even fully grasp it with the girth, and in no time at all he feels a small maw working over his tip. He can imagine the scaled servicer is stretching their jaw quite wide to work over such a comparatively big shaft, and they only get a little bit of the cheetah's cock into their maw before he's pressing into their throat. While just as accommodating as the previous passage he'd taken, this one was just naturally so much tighter around his now overstimulated shaft, and the cheetah started to squirm a little already. He could only assume this was the small male's intent, since they seemed perfectly ok with making him gasp, whine, and struggle lightly, though he obviously wasn't in all too much discomfort, it was just a little new and overwhelming. Since he hadn't gotten any time to recover from his previous orgasm, it would be a little until his next, and he could tell that it was going to be the same bumpy road all the way there. After a little bit, Russell could feel one of Cam's paws rub over his chest, soothing him some as he still struggles to deal with the intensity of that tight throat working over his cock. Due to the sheer size of that rod, even the overconfident male at the end of it was unable to take the whole thing, so that provided some solace which helped the cheetah out until his third orgasm loomed. ??Without as much time for his overworked nuts to rest, he knew that this wouldn't be close to as prolific, but there was probably a much smaller stomach to fill so it'd all work out. He didn't have much say in the matter regardless as that scaly muzzle practically shoved him into that next orgasm, not even bothering with a warning since his moaning and wriggling should have sufficed. While not as impressive, this orgasm hit just as hard, powerful jets of seed shot deep down that throat, unloading at pretty much the same speed though the tanks began to empty quite a bit quicker. Despite that, he seemed to have provided more than enough to satisfy as that maw slowly slips off his cock, letting the last few spurts paint the inside of that muzzle before it pulls off and lets the remnants of that orgasm dribble onto the bed. Having finished things off hard and fast, the cheetah panted heavily for some time as he just slumped back into the headboard and let his length finally soften up even just to half mast. Came gave him a chin scratch before going to talk with the 2 guests still present, thanking them as he leads them out, giving the cheetah a few moments of peace. A short while later and Cam returns, hopping up onto the bed beside the feline before lifting him up into the wolverine's lap, where he's able to quickly undo the feline's bonds, and pull his blindfold off. Exhausted, the cheetah just leans back into the chest of his partner and closes his eyes again, purring softly as he relaxes careening towards slumber. The wolverine chuckles, one paw rubbing his partner's chest and the other giving that collar a light tug, "That intense huh?" Russell simply nods in response, speaking is too much effort for him at the moment as he begins to doze off.