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It was a cold, but calm winter's afternoon at the Moss' household. Despite it being Boxing Day, it was also quiet. Having seen Chad & Remy yesterday, Evan's family at Christmas eve whilst planning to see Adrian's side for New Year's meant that they had time to themselves. Time they were going to spend downstairs in the dungeon.

"Should I wear... wear my wrestling singlet?... It'd be pretty thematic..." Evan asked in between kisses on the couch with his husband, Adrian.

Reaching down to grope at the tiger's bulge, Adrian growled:

"No! I want to see your cock when I make you cum."

With a gasp Evan replied:

"S-so no jockstrap?"

"You can wear one, but I'll just have fish your prick out when you're close. Up!"

The two of them stood from the couch without breaking their embrace for even a second. There was a pause as their eyes met before they locked lips again and both sets of hands began to undress the other's trousers. A belt buckle clicked against the floor and there was a woosh as the trousers dropped. Stepping out of his jeans, Evan asked:

"Will you wear your leathers?"

"Nah, lube gets it all messy."

"What about your latex?"

"Too sweaty!"

"Not even some gloves?" The tiger asked with a cocked head; Adrian very rarely fisted without his gloves.

"Nope, I want to feel the warmth on my skin."

Perhaps that sounded strange to an outsider given the context, but to Evan it was remarkably romantic.

"Just your fur then?" He asked as he slipped a hand under Adrian's shirt to lift it from him.

"Just my fur." Adrian replied.

"Me too then."

The next few minutes were a whirlwind as they undressed completely and moved through the house at the same time. Out of the living room and into the hallway, to the kitchen, the pantry and then down into their play dungeon. By then they were entirely naked, giggling and smiling at each other as if this was the first time they were naked together.

Evan perched himself upon the bondage horse, Adrian moved closer and wrapped his arms around the tiger's waist before they kissed one more time. The concrete floor was cold on their paws, but it was sure to warm up once they got down to business. That or Adrian could crank up the intensity of the lights.

"So, what do you have planned for us, Daddy?"

"Haven't planned a thing; what are you up for?"

"Well, I might have done some preliminary stretching in the shower this morning..."

"... eager slut ..." Adrian teased, his cock beginning to stir at the thought of Evan pushing back on a dildo.

"... So why don't we work off that? Wreck my hole a bit?"

"You want me to punch it a bit?"

"Mmmmm..." Evan moaned, biting his lower lip and rubbing his legs together as his hole twitched in anticipation. "... I want you to punch it a lot, and real fast if you will."

"Fuck yeah I will! Shall we bust out these new toys the boys got us?"

By that Adrian meant the gas mask to which they could attach poppers and regulate the flow of the scent through-out it and the dildo shaped like a fist which had been modified so that it could be attached to their fucking machine. Both were gifts from Chad & Remy.

"Of course!"

"Go get in the sling while I find them."

The two of them moved about the room with such practice that it might have been muscle memory. Evan stroked his cock as he went bringing himself to full mast by the time he stepped up onto the stool and then into the swing. He pivoted as he went, flipping over so that he handed on his back. It felt as if he were in a hammock, though the black leather and the chains reminded him that he was here for a different kind of relaxation. After lifting his legs up next to the chains in order to expose his tailhole, Evan affixed the padded cuffs to his ankles.

It wasn't long before Adrian emerged from the storage corner holding several different types of lube, a cock ring, poppers and the toys they'd be spoken about. He set them down on a table next to the swing.

"Cock ring?" He said, handing it to Evan who slid the lubed up ring to the base of his erection.

Adrian took a moment to adjust the cuffs at Evan's ankles, tightening them and bringing Evan's legs a little higher. Evan's wrists received the same bondage.

"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because it's the holidays."

The gas mask went on next, obscuring Evan's vision and forcing him to take deeper breaths. It was a fairly normal design; the only modifications were two valves on either side to which poppers could be attached and then opened to force the wearer to huff the scent.

"Alright then let's get started!"

Adrian placed himself on the stool and retrieved a lube bottle. He squeezed a healthy dose onto just his middle fingers.

The boy's tailhole was ever so slightly puffy and textured with the signature look that the more experienced fistees sometimes took on. It wasn't loose or slack since he'd been resting it, but it was clear that it would gape right open without much work at all. Adrian made sure to squeeze a generous helping of lube over it. The lube rolled down and would have dripped onto the floor below had Adrian not gotten right to work.

One finger was slowly plunged down to the knuckle, taking the lube with it. Adrian rotated his finger, turning it around like a pig on a spit before withdrawing it. He made sure to find Evan's prostate and delicately stroke across it to produce a moaning purr from the tiger.

Evan closed his eyes, leaned back into the sling, and let himself relax.

Two fingers, pointed like a gun with Adrian's thumb to the sky, were now in the mix. Having found no resistance at all, they entered and reached the knuckle in one smooth motion. A third was added in response. As he twisted his fingers to be upright and curled towards him, he brushed them over the tiger's silky walls which happily stretched for his digits. When those three pressed down on Evan's prostate, his cock cried or attention by drizzling an awfully large amount of pre-cum in synch with a deep groan from the tiger.

Withdrawing his fingers entirely, Adrian ran his hand over the tiger's taint, balls and then up to his cock where the open hand turned to a grip. It was a slow and gentle touch that brought lube and pleasure with it wherever it went. He gave Evan's manhood one full stroke from base to tip then allowed his hand to slip off at the end, before returning to Evan's balls to repeat the motion. Again, and again, over and over, Adrian did this to escort Evan further into a content subspace.

After a good minute of stroking, he switched. Adrian began working his hand up and down the very tip of the tiger's cockhead. Evan lasted just three seconds before his hips jerked and he signalled for Adrian to stop using a weak blissed shake of his hand. The lion turned his attention back to Evan's ass.

Four fingers were no struggle for Evan. Adrian brought them together and stuck his thumb out so that he could slide them in flat. There wasn't so much as a whimper from Evan as Adrian's fingers went knuckle deep, paused, and then the extra two inches until his thumb obstructed further entry. They withdrew, teased the tiger's sensitive taint and balls, then plunged once more.

He attempted to spread his fingers out once he was as deep as he could go but found that the tiger wasn't quite ready for that. Instead, he twisted his fingers until they were as upright as they could go, then brought his thumb to Evan's taint and rubbed him there gently causing the boy to moan in delight. Adrian began to grind them back and forth at a pace so slow it was agonizing, he gently pushed upwards as he did to stretch Evan slightly. It took a good few minutes, but eventually all of Evan's anal walls had been subjected to this treatment.

Now he was ready for his Sir's fist.

More lube was poured onto his hand, mostly at the palm and the back of his hand.

Bringing back the four fingers, Adrian slipped them in with ease and then added his thumb on the second cycle. There was a brief moment of resistance at the rim before Adrian managed to push inside. It was a quick slide down to the lion's wrist, but it was the retreat that had Evan gasping.

Whilst entering he had been slow and careful, but now Adrian took no issue with being overly careful. One moment it was wrist deep, the next it was not. Evan's eyes shot open as he let out a cry of pleasure. His thighs trembled and his balls shook as he winced at the delightful throbbing in his ass.

"Incredible work boy, down to my wrist without poppers or jelly." Adrian remarked, stroking at his own cock during this brief respite.

Evan could only reply with a hum of acknowledgement; he could feel an orgasm stirring and even now a few dribbles of cum stained the inside of his thighs. Evan wanted desperately to save the orgasm for later, so that Adrian could punch it out of him. He signalled that he needed a moment, but that he'd continue soon and didn't need any coddling.

"A break? Sure. I'll go get that machine set-up." The lion stepped away leaving Evan to shuffle and groan at the feeling of his erect cock and empty ass.

It was around half a dozen minutes before Adrian returned, having positioned the fucking machine by the bondage horse and warmed it up. By then Evan had calmed and was beaming up at the lion with eagerness to continue. He motioned for a hit of poppers.

"Whatever you want babe, might steal a huff myself first though."

Adrian quickly dried his hands on a towel, then unscrewed the small glass bottle he'd brought over. In one slow, but smooth motion he squished one nostril down, brough the bottle to the other and inhaled. For a second his head felt faint and drifty before his sensations came rushing back. He quickly attached the bottle to Evan's gas mask and adjusted the valves so that Evan was huffing the poppers like he had. There was an immediate response, the tiger's body relaxing even further.

A much thicker lube than before was spread over Evan's hole and Adrian's hands before he continued from where they had left off. Thanks to the poppers, he could fit all five down to the knuckles in one try even with them curled, but as he attempted to go further, he found resistance.

Evan let out a noise that sounded like a bark, his legs shaking and his cock twitching until it all suddenly stopped with a whimper. The resistance broke down all at once and Adrian's fist popped in, going down to the wrist where he stopped. Fist still inside, Adrian stood up and closed the popper's valve, then opened the other and sat back down.

"What now, Evan?" Adrian asked, slowly rotating, and twisting his fist.

The tiger needed a moment to breathe fresh air before he replied:

"Punch it!"

"You want to go right into it? You sure? You wail like a new-born goat if I go to fast."

"I'm sure."

With that, Evan nestled his head back down and prepared himself.

When Evan began to squeeze it out, Adrian allowed it to slide on its own until he could see the beginning of his thumb. The tiger had only a second to whimper before Adrian yanked it free causing Evan to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A rapid flow of lube followed the lion's fist, splattering onto the ground.

Most of it did not make the escape as Adrian's fist pushed forwards a second after it had left, giving Evan no time to adjust the emptiness or the ripples of pleasure along his prostate. It was swift and fierce, delving down to the wrist with a squelch and a moan. Adrian did not stop at the wrist, pushing and straining the tiger's rim despite the lack of lube on his lower forearm. Evan grunted in response, his ass resisting the invasion despite how willing the rest of him was. Adrian, of course, did not get much in, but the feeling of the stress and the struggle excited them both, especially when it transformed into a sudden rip of emptiness when Adrian yanked his arm free.

He changed the rhythm of his fisting a minute or so later. First, he would repeat what he had just done; but now as he recoiled, he would twist in order to bring it to an angle different than what he had used to enter. There would be a brief delay as Evan's rim struggled to release the new shape, but it would pop free with a shocked gasp after a few seconds.

Next, he'd punch in quickly and, rather than test the tiger's depth, he'd pull his fist free just as quickly as it had entered.

Adrian alternated between the two techniques for longer than either of them could count. The lion would stroke his cock and purr encouraging words, occasionally dosing the tiger with a hit of poppers if he asked. Meanwhile the tiger would make all manner of pleasured sounds, his cock would occasionally jump or leak a splotch of cum.

When Adrian removed his fist, he caught a glimpse of something perfect for just a second. Beneath the slick, white paste of the lube that had been smeared in Evan's hole, he could spy a gape. Evan's lips were slack like those of a well-used pussy, just able to tighten up again, but not so fast that lube would not come running out. He was ready for it to get much more intense.

After adding even more lube to his fist, Adrian stood up and adjusted the valves on Evan's gas mask so that he was inhaling poppers. Then that hand moved down to the tiger's hips to support the lion's balance. The other lined up with its mark. The elbow bent. His fist balled up. He brought it down to tap twice against the tiger's hole and then plunged inside.

"Oooough!" Wailed Evan, his ass quaking and trembling.

Adrian's fist pulled out, tapped twice again as if knocking on a door, then was back inside. They were shallow penetrations, not too deep, but rather quick and fast to ensure that there was little-to-no down time. His wrist and elbow did not move the entire time; the arm did the work and in doing so ensured that there was force behind the punches.

"MMMm!" Evan moaned, but also somewhat cried into his gas mask whenever a punch came. His noises were synchronized with the wet slap of lube and the rock of his body as the impact moved him.

Occasionally Adrian would stop to apply more lube, but every time he came back with a suddenness and more force than he had before to compensate. Those particular blows would have Evan gasping, reeling forwards, but then pushing back just in time for the next one.

Evan began to motion to remove his gas mask and his wrist cuffs, without delay they were off and on the ground. The tiger looked up at his dominant, who was already lining up the next punch, with needy eyes and begged:

"Faster!"

Adrian was happy to oblige.

As the fist plunged in again and the pace immediately began to ramp up, one of Evan's hands began to toy with his limp dick in a desperate bid to get it hard again in time for orgasm.

Adrian chose to ramp up the intensity by altering between hands. When one was diving in, the other was preparing for the next punch and so when that first was out the other was in. It was a complicated process, but one that Adrian had mastered and co-ordinated so well that there was barely a second in which Evan's ass was empty. Each punch battered his prostate and tugged on his rim until all resistance had worn away. Despite the constant stream of lube leaving his ass or drooling from the lion's wrist, there was no need or want to slow down any time soon.

It wasn't long after that that Adrian began to see the pink of his boy's insides. His hole was wet, white and slimy with lube, but definitely gaping from the abuse. This stirred Adrian on further, especially when he saw that his boy's prick was beginning to harden, and his balls were tightening

"Ready boy?!" Adrian snarled, Evan could only moan in response and grab out at Adrian's wrist whilst the other hand fondled at his cock.

Lube was squirted onto Evan's cock to help him masturbate, Adrian then transitioned back to one hand and brought out the even shorter, sharper, shallower punches. There was not a second between them and not a minute until Evan would cum now that his cock had stiffened enough for him to treat it to full strokes. Unconsciously, Evan strained and pushed as if trying to force Adrian's hand out, but not even his best efforts would be able to stop Adrian now. All it did was puff his hole out a little more and make the rim a little wider.

In those last few moments Evan began to grunt and wail incessantly and much louder than he had before, Adrian would grunt and growl right back almost drowned out by the slick noises coming from his fist. Evan's, however, grew louder and louder, brimming with more and more excitement until his cock spasmed.

"Aoooowh!" The tiger exhaled as his cum sprayed out across his body.

It was such a wonderful, but overwhelming sensation. It was so powerful that he could not keep touching himself. He immediately tore his hand away and allowed his cock to stand tall on its own as the first few shots were blasted out on his stomach, chest and chin. Then as he let go of the tension, his cock flopped too. With Adrian still punching, his half-hard cock jumped and flung cum past his body, over his thighs, on Adrian... Just about everywhere it could have ended up.

The orgasm lasted for a good minute with Evan squirming and moaning the entire time, even after the cumshots turned to simple oozing and even still after it had dried up. Only when Evan quietened down and flopped back did Adrian stop with the punching.

"How was that, Evan?" Adrian asked as he removed his fist for the last time and began to wipe it down on the towel.

"Mmmmoooore..." The tiger groaned, reaching down to start groping at his softening cock.

"My arms are a little tired, shall we switch to the new toy?"

"God, yes please!"

With that, Adrian picked up the new fist-shaped dildo with both hands. It was heavier than he'd expected, firmer too. The knuckles of it were slightly bent upwards with the thumb tucked over where the nails of the fingers would be were it not made of silicone. At a guess, Adrian would say it was smaller than his fists, but size wasn't what they were after here.

A matching, silicone arm could be added and secured to the toy if they wanted it to have more length to it, but for now the fist and the wrist were more than enough. Adrian affixed a wide base to it, much wider than Evan could ever hope to take and got to work lubricating it with the same jelly as before.

Once that was done, his suspicions that the toy was smaller than his own fist (or perhaps the same size) were confirmed when it slipped inside of Evan's ruined ass with hardly any resistance. The tiger groaned a little, whimpered at his ass being stretched again by the unforgiving material, but then moaned when it settled and put pressure on his prostate.

Now that the toy was in place, Adrian set to work releasing Evan from the sling and moving him over to the bondage horse where the fucking machine was positioned. The tiger's legs shook as he walked, the lube left a trail across the floor and each step caused the toy to jiggle in doing so forcing a gasp from him; nevertheless, they eventually reached the bondage horse.

"Say, whilst you're down here getting your brains fisted out of you, do you mind if I go make myself some lunch? Catch up on whatever specials are running on TV today."

"Yeah, that's fine by me..." Evan replied, his voice floaty and distant.

"You sure? What did I just ask?" The lion asked, raising an eyebrow in question to just how there Evan was.

"You asked if you could go get lunch & watch TV, don't worry I'm not that dumbfucked yet."

"Alright, pretty boy. Want some poppers again?"

"Fuck yes!" The tiger groaned, not as an answer, but because the toy had slipped out enough to stimulate his prostate. Adrian moved over to force it back in with a squelch and asked again.

"S-sure, sure, god please. Mind just leaving the tops off and putting them on one of the side tables?"

"Whatever you want, kitten."

The lion moved away to do exactly that; he unscrewed the tops off of a bottle and left it about the room so that the aroma would slowly waft over Evan. After that he returned and swiftly removed the toy causing Evan to cry out in wonder. His tailhole flexed and pulsed as he breathed, but when he relaxed it gaped enough for Adrian to stick three unlubed fingers in. Just having the toy in for a few moments had stretched his hole enough for it to not be capable of tightening back up on its own just yet. If he hadn't came so much last night, Adrian would have fucked a couple of loads into Evan right there and then.

He lined up the machine, attached the toy and turned it to one of the slower settings. The mechanism growled and snarled as the arm advanced, slowly pushing the toy inside of Evan who hissed a moan in response to the intrusion. Once it was inside to just past the knuckle, Adrian turned the machine off and calibrated it so that it would only go that far forwards. A couple more tests on slower settings proved that it would stay at that length. Evan could move out of the way or push himself back onto it if he wanted to.

With all of this in place, Adrian began to increase the speed of it. Within a couple of punches, it was moving at a blinding speed, much faster than Adrian could have ever managed with a consistent force and movement to get Evan wailing in pleasure. His jaw opened wide, he placed his head down on the padded surface and his cock began to stir.

"Alright, here's the remote, I'll be upstairs if you need me." Adrian said as he placed the controls next to Evan and trotted off with a whistle.

Evan, who was already much too focused on his ass' destruction, could only whimper a meek 'later' in response as his second, but certainly not last, orgasm squirted from his cock and his prostate cried out for more abuse.