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I was convinced this year, perhaps during the school holidays, that I was going to lose my virginity. Ever since I was 13 I've had girls throwing themselves left, right and every other which way to get my attention. For a tiger, I know I'm good looking so it's little wonder and from every other guys opinion at school I'm a nice guy off the football field. I work out at the gym everyday after school. I run every second day between football practices and during the off season I play whatever sport is currently in fashion with my friends.

Tooting my own horn here, but my grades aren't half bad either so losing my virginity should have been a foregone conclusion years ago. Hell I want to and half the school wants me to lose it with them so I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet. How not a single one of them has realized I'm gay is beyond me. My school doesn't have a shortage of gay guys either. Just none of them really run in my circle of friends, so I don't know any of them by anything but name. Well one runs with us. A wolf named Randy. Unfortunately he doesn't really do anything for me downstairs. He's hot I guess, if you like a thin muscular ass on a predator body with an attitude problem, but he's just not my thing.

I am kind of at a loss on how to go about losing that virginity tag. I mean, I want to. But I don't just want to come on to some random guy and just have sex to lose it. I get the feeling if I just came onto someone they'd expect me to make the first move being a big ass predator on the football team and all. So against my friends advice and them all saying dating apps are just for losers I decided to download Furdar.

That's what I'm playing with now. It's been two days since I signed up with a pic of my abs on the screen and I still haven't had so much as one decent contact from someone. I'm wondering if maybe I shouldn't have been so honest in my profile. Maybe if I take the still at school and the virgin status down I'd have someone bite and show interest in me?

Getting a ping, I open the new message just as I was trying to decide on changing my profile.

GamerStag: Hey, what school u go 2? Im at Wetherby Public.

I frown when I read the message not knowing that there were any gay stags at my school. If there were... Well antlers are sexy.

Stripers: me 2 don't no a stag in my year though.

GamerStag: might b dif classes. Im a loner at school. Cbf trying to get with most of the fags there. Waste of time and effort as none are into anything but vanilla shit. Anyway good luck on here. Big tiger like you with abs like that should have an ass to plow in no time.

GamerStag: Unless youre not into playing with ass.

The second message came just as I was going to hit ignore on the guy. Is he for real?

Stripers: what if im not?

GamerStag: If your not we may have something 2 talk about. I always like 2 talk about sex. Specially with a tiger if he thinks hell like it rough.

Striper: u 4 real? Not pulling my leg are u?

GamerStag: I wouldnt pull ur leg. Id rather cage it with you in a collar before I plow your ass with my long cock and take your supposed virginity.

Fuck! I drop my phone after reading that. Picking it up again, I start rubbing at the tent in my pants. I don't know what he means by 'cage it' but being collared sounds hot.

GamerStag: Did I lose your interest Kitty. Guess that pictures a bit too much for a first timer like you.

Stripers: No no. Its not that. I was picturing myself in the collar under a stag and got distracted. I kind of have a thing for dominant prey.

I'm embarrassed to admit that but god if it isn't true. The imagery is fucking hot.

GamerStag: Well then. If dominant preys your thing this conversation might b worth the trouble. What else you fantasize about Stripes?

Stripers: Um giving a guy a blowjob. Having his paws hold me down as he fucks my throat.

GamerStag: That it? Ive done that with bitches before school even started. No public sex fantasies or having a guy talk dirty with you as he fucks you? Being called a slut or a bitch?

Stripers: Never really thought bout it b4. most times Im just focused on getting fucked for the first time. Is that what ud want 2 do 2 me?

GamerStag: Thats tame ass shit compared to what I like to do with my submissives Stripes.

Stripers: Well what do u like then?

GamerStag: Im into master/pet play. I like collaring a submissive and watching him beg to service my desires. The whole time that hes begging for my cock I like having his caged and dripping. Then sending him home without the key to come back and beg for me to slap his nuts around to milk his seed out all without him getting any pleasure except what he gets from servicing his betters.

Reading that message is like a decent into hell for my brain. Every word leaps out at me and after rereading it twice over I try to imagine myself doing anything else from now on.

Stripers: That. What do I have to do to have that done to me?

GamerStag: Whatever I Damn well say

Stripers: Yes please. What is it you want me to do

GamerStag I have science last period tomorrow before we go on holidays. No jocks and wear something tight on ur chest. Meet me in the hallway outside classroom 7H. well go to my place after that if youre still game. I know ill b.

Having agreed to the meeting, I spent the next day at school silently eyefucking every stag in school. Only the weird thing is that the only year that has science last period is mine and '7H', well that's my class so naturally I spend all day trying to work out who the guy is that I'm meant to be meeting. It's a vast change from yesterday for me as I never stopped to look at all the people in my year. Not properly anyway. Turns out that we have two stags in my class and both of them are nearly unknowns to me.

The first plays soccer and from what I know about him, he is about as dumb as a sack of rocks. Maybe even without the rocks in that sack. He's hot, no doubt but he isn't who I'd suspect being gay in this room. Not to mention he's screwed just about every girl in our year and the one above me that has made a move on him.

So that leaves Evan.

Now he is far more of an unknown to me. Sits up the back of my class, same as Scott but he isn't the bad boy type that doesn't pay attention. He's more the type of guy that just chills and passes everything as he reads from his tablet. What he reads, no one has really been able to tell me either. In a room full of classmates he just doesn't seem to really get along with anyone. Not part of any groups, yet everyone kind of counts him as an acquaintance or a friend. Yet noone in my year really knows him from the little I could gather.

Slim, nerdy, with little care to his looks. Evan just seemingly appears invisible to everyone yet can turn up anywhere and fit right in with them. It's strange. School is meant to be a popularity contest by default yet this kid just doesn't seem to give a damn. It's kind of refreshing if I was being honest with myself.

Still he doesn't strike me as being gay. Whether it's the laid back attitude, the unkempt hair between his antlers, or the loosely buttoned shirt he's wearing, I don't know. But he just doesn't fit with the guys I know to be gay at school.

The 'fags' as put to me in messages last night. A derogative term for sure but it fits them and those boys own it when someone calls them on it. They click their fingers and huff out a comeback about the insulters owner having a small dick, then they swish their tails and giggle about it. So yeah. Maybe he calls them 'The Fags' the same way I want to. Endearingly. Kind of anyway. Bobby still needs to grow a set of balls or just lose them and go trans but that's just my opinion.

Fuck, I'm getting caught up in my head again. Shaking it, I take one more glance back at Evan before refocusing back on the work I am meant to be doing and leave the worrying for after class. Even if I leave the worry for after, the excitement stays as I sit there imagining what it would be like to kneel before the slim stag and suck him off. Damn, wouldn't it be so hot if I could just do it now? Maybe get in under his desk and... No... stop that. Class. Then you can fantasize about whatever it is you want Kyle.

Or maybe take it to the bathroom after school and let him just push me against the wall and lift my tail. With my pants sitting around my knees... Shit...

Double shit... I growl loud enough for a few of my classmates to shoot me concerned looks as I try to stifle the bulge in my pants. Ignoring the hushed question from one of my friends, I scribble a line through my book as if I just made a mistake or something. Writing again I try to copy what the teacher is saying. He's a good looking mouse. Big ears and a really nice slick tail. Mice have huge balls don't they? Glancing down, I lose focus once more about what it is he's saying as I try to judge what he has in his pants.

Fuck... Time? What's the time? 10 minutes... then I can leave. Or stay. Shit. The clock stops and the seconds take twice as long to tick over. Counting. I count to ten but only 5 seconds pass and I haven't listened to a thing the teacher has been saying. Crap I was more productive when I was looking at his pants.

I can feel myself shaking. It's like it was before my last big game. Finals were up. Big game. Huge. I was so nervous and this, this feels worse. "Hey you okay there Kyle?" An unfamiliar voice asks me as a small hand touches my shoulder.

"Evan! Just what do you think you're doing?" Asks our teacher and it's only that voice that confirms that I'm not crazy seeing the stag kneeling next to me with his hand on my shoulder for comfort.

"Sorry Sir. Kyle just looks really unwell. I think he needs to go to the nurse." My mouth is dry. Trying to talk, all I get out is a hacking cough before a firm grip stops me from losing it. "I don't know but he's shaking and looking pale. Did you want me to take him, just to make sure he's okay Mr Harris?"

A prod to my ribs has me grunting as Mr Harris comes over and takes a quick inspection. "Hmm, yes yes Evan. You're right. Kyle you don't look well at all. Did you want to go to the nurse or perhaps I could call and get your parents if you need it?"

Another prod and a subtle nod as I look at the instigator has me speaking then. "Uh, yes. I- I'm really not feeling well at all. I think, yeah, nurse. I- I'll just go to the nurse if that's okay Mr Harris?"

Nodding, he says. "Evan, help pack his things if you could." Taking in the time our teacher adds, "This late, better get your own things to if you could please help him over to the nurse's station?"

"Sure thing Mr Harris. Just give me a second." Rushing off, his hand disappears from my shoulder as I begin to pack my things. Still shaking, a little from embarrassment now it takes me longer to gather my things than normal with the class staring at me. They're all worried for me. I know that, but damn, I just wish they'd stop staring for a second. I haven't got half my things into my bag when Evan is back and holding it up by the zipper for me. "Here, I'll get that for you."

He says it just as I go to stand up, pulling the bag away from me. Everyone is doing there best to look away from me so I doubt any of them see it. But the leering stag does, before he leads me out of the room. He doesn't say a word, even shields my tented pants from view as we leave so subtly that noone could know it was on purpose. Only I could.

"See you next term Mr Harris." Evan waves as we leave and all I can do is groan in discomfort back as our teacher says goodbye, his voice full of concern. All in all, Mr Harris isn't a bad teacher, I think as the door shuts behind us and I'm left in the empty hallways of the school with Evan.

"You know, I didn't figure you for being a fag. Any of your friends know you're gay Stripes?"

Stopping dead in my tracks I stare horrorstruck at the deer as he keeps walking in front of me. Still walking, he gives me a sign to catch up with him and I have to jog to make it back to his side. "I'll take it by your reaction, that's a big no right?"

All I can do is nod as the much lighter stag comments about my situation while confirming my earlier suspicion that he is indeed GaymerStag. I try swallowing as my paws pad along beside his shoed feet but there isn't anything left in my dry mouth. "Christ kitty, I never figured you to be such a scaredy cat. Even for a virgin you're more startled than a doe-eyed deer under the bleachers. You can say something or has a lioness got your tongue?"

"How? How'd you know it was me?" I feel stupid asking but its all that comes out.

"Besides you, who, not once, has even looked my way before today, and now you are constantly trying to steal glances when you think I'm not watching? Then there is the sheer lack of tigers at the school. Especially ones with selfie pics of their abs as they hold up a school uniform shirt. Not to mention the tight shirt and serious lack of containment in their pants as they strut around school grounds. Oh and did you think I missed the near nervous breakdown you just had during class which I pulled you out of? You're welcome for that by the way, Mr walking erection."

Glancing down at myself I curse myself for how obvious I must have been. Not to mention the fact I am still tenting my pants as we walk outside to the maingate. "Shit. I didn't mean to be so obvious just there isn't any other stag in our year besides Michael and he's..."

"A dope?" Evan provides and I laugh at it.

"Yeah. Not to mention straight judging by the amount of girls he's fucked."

"Ha. Half the fags would disagree, but that's just because he'd fuck anything that moved. Maybe even some things that don't move too." Hearing that from such a small deer has me shocked as I laugh at the imagery.

"Really? You think he'd go for that?"

Winking up at me, Evan grins as he makes me laugh again. "Trust me. He's been there already. Hell I would have been there to, but he's just too dense and thinks with nothing but his dick." Chuckling himself, he adds, "Not that his head has any brain cells to function anyway."

"Hahahaha! Damn. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time and it feels good." I confide in Evan. "Been so concerned with everything that I just haven't been able to. How come we never became friends or anything at school before now? Oh and where- where are you leading me anyway?"

"To my house. My room locks and with some music playing no one can hear a damn thing unless they press their ear up to the door. My brothers will figure I'm being a nerd anyway and playing some video game which is also the reason we probably never became friends at school. I'm a nerd and you're a jocky footballer. If it weren't for the glory of electronic messaging, we never would have met and you'd still be looking around for some guy to screw your ass."

"Oh, I didn't even know you liked video games. Any favourites?"

"MMORPGs. With four older brothers and an older sister escaping to fantasy worlds was a nice break. Then when I discovered how absolutely downright sexually depraved the people who play them are I couldn't stop. That's how I discovered my dominant side and learned to love caging preds cocks up as I fucked them. Not that this would mean much to you I'm guessing unless you have some hidden tastes. No chance of that is there?"

"Caging preds cocks up?" I ask blushing at the very image that, that creates in my mind. "Um, no. Well maybe. What you were saying yesterday about collaring me sounded pretty hot but caging? What's the point in that?"

Evan shrugs as he turns me down a new street. "I just find it hot. Not just locking their dick up or anything but having the power to deny a guy orgasm until I'm done with his ass. I love getting to do that and seeing a big predator like you begging for my dick is a huge rush. Peter, my oldest brother turned me onto it actually. He sells all kinds of crap online for sex. Not that I am meant to know anything about his business and the sort of toys he sells. My parents would kill him if they knew I knew."

"Wow, you know a lot about it don't you? I didn't think sex was anything more than just-well you know..."

"What? Did you think it just playing with each others dicks and butts? Ha. No sex can literally be anything you feel like doing with someone. That is what makes it so much fun meeting new guys. You never know just what they could be into."

"Well what more are you into then?" I ask of the now excited stag as his steps almost become skips as he moves beside me.

"All sorts of things I guess. I'm still learning all their is out there so don't expect me to tell you everything. Not that I really planned on talking to you. Originally I was just going to take you to the school toilets and nail your ass in one of the stalls. Inviting you over to my place wasn't the plan at all but you were a little too skittish earlier."

"Yeah, not my proudest moment." I admit remembering what I was like back in class less than 10 minutes ago. "Kind of psyched myself out over this. I am glad that we could get to talk though. Makes this a lot more special for me at least knowing something about you besides being the stag up the back of every class with his tablet. You aren't at all like the kid I was expecting you to be before we spoke."

"Same goes for you. You're far more accepting than I pictured a musclebrained footballer to be. Must be the gay in you." I can't help but join in his laughter as he makes fun of me. It's so refreshing just to be with someone so... so... real. "Anyway, this is my place."

Startled out of my laughter I barely make the turn with Evan as he leads the way into a house disturbingly not too far from school. "Wow you live close to school. That must be nice." I tell him and he shrugs.

"Always lived here so don't know. I guess it isn't that bad if you think about it. Apparently the noise sucks if you're an adult when its lunch time and are sitting at home that day. I've yet to have that problem."

"Obviously. Since you're with me at school, making some of that noise." I joke with him.

"I am not." Evan cries, playing at being offended at the very idea. "I'll have you know I am a diligent student with fantastic grades. I would not dare disturb the public by making such a vile racket during daylight hours thank you very much."

"Sure, sure." I mock because the stag is grinning more than I am. "And I am a humble goody two-shoes that brings in apples for the teachers everyday."

Hand on the door handle, Evan has the nerve to give me a playful punch that hits right on the nerve. "You are far more a goody two-shoes than I am Stripes. I'm a bad influence is what I am and a sexual predator. To me, tiger though you may be, you are nothing more than my prey." It's the snap of teeth that has me shivering I say to myself. Nothing more than the intimidation of having a guy call me his 'prey' as he threatens me with sex. "Well come on in, no one else other than Peter will be home at this time so we have the house to ourselves until my brothers finish school."

Lead through the house I'm spouting nonsense about how clean the place is. How nice the stag's things are and he's courteous enough to shrug it all off as my nerves. Inside Evan's house I'm once more feeling the same way as I was back in class. Jittery, flush, hot and out of breath with a heart that's pounding hard in my chest.

"Wow I never figured you'd be more nervous than a hare Stripes. Let me get you a glass of water to cool off." Evan's polite enough to smile, as he pushes me into his bedroom.

I'm relieved to be left alone in his bedroom as it gives me a chance to slap my face with both paws. "Come on pull yourself together Kyle. It's just sex. You want it so stop being so nervous and Evan's really, really cute. Don't be such a moron and sit here having a panic attack. What's Evan going to think seeing you like this?"

"He's going to think you're cute." Evan pipes up as he enters the room.

"Oh shit you heard that didn't you?" I ask completely horrified at having him heard me talking to myself.

"Well if you don't want someone to hear you arguing with yourself it might be best not to talk to yourself." Shrugging, he sarcastically adds. "It makes you look a little crazy."

"Ugh, I feel a little crazy honestly." I admit as I take the offered drink and take a quick sip. "Is it normal for someone to be this nervous?"

"Nervous and out of your mind horny with no way to figure out what your brain is telling you to do." Evan nods, those heavy antlers bobbing accordingly. "The first guy I was with told me to let my dick do the thinking for me. It was good advice for me. However I might change it for you and say to let your ass do the thinking, Stripes. Don't know, never enjoyed being fucked myself. Though I am partial to a descent rimjob from time to time. Kind of sets the mood, especially when I have a pred all caged up and collared. Just when he thinks he's about to get his ass reamed, I turn it around and sit up on his face just so I can order him to lick my crack."

Already hard in my pants, I do a piss poor job at stifling my moan. "Damn, you make it sound so much more involved than I ever imagined and so much hotter to boot." I have to take a drink to calm down and stop my paws from shaking. "You're going to think me so lame for this,"

"I doubt it but go ahead." Evan smirks as he interrupts me.

The interruption has me giggling a little before I voice what I wanted to say. "Yeah, well I kind of feel lame. Beside you I mean." Gesturing to myself I laugh. "Me the big virgin tiger and you the sex guru or something. I never believed sex could just be so damned complicated. It kind of does my head in a bit."

I'm surprised when I don't get a snappy remark back from Evan like I'd expect. Turning to look his way however, I'm met with a furrowed brow of a stag lost deep in thought. "Um, y-you okay Evan?"

"Yeah, you just got me thinking is all."

"About what?"

He shrugs as if to say he doesn't quite know. "About sex I guess. You called me the sex guru just a second ago and it made me stop to consider some things."

"Like...?" I prod only to get a second shrug from his teen shoulders.

"The complications of sex. I mean feelings are the biggest part of sex in many ways and while I've complicated it a little, or perhaps a lot," He jokingly adds with a grin at me, "I actually find sex the most simple and uncomplicated thing in the world."

"H-how do you mean?"

"Well, when it comes down to it I just do what I really want to do with someone. That in my opinion is exactly how sex should be between furs. If their preferences match up they go at it like animals and have a really good time of it. In my case however, I like having a good time while the other guy just gets needier and needier until they finally can't take it anymore. Then begging, pleading and crying I might finally relent and let them finish."

Shivering, my paws clench to stop myself from just rubbing my tented pants in front of Evan. "I never thought of sex like th-tat. I've just been so focused on losing my virginity that I didn't even pause to consider things like this."

"I didn't really consider it either until now speaking with you." Deep in thought he suddenly breaks out in laughter as he gets up and turns the TV on. "Damn, and here I was wanting to take your virginity like some kind of trophy. Kind of spoiled that for myself honestly."

"Huh, why?" Shocked out of my own zone I feel a little insulted at him not wanting to fuck me any longer.

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch Stripes. You're still hot and I want to fuck that ass of yours." Placated I breath a sigh of relief even if I feel a little shallow for being happy to hear that. "Just I thought maybe I could find out what it is you want as I don't just want to take your virginity as a trophy. That wouldn't be fun for me any more."

"Oh. Did you have something in mind? Because I'm kind of clueless. I mean I was just... Wow I was being a slut just looking for a fuck wasn't I?" The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and the word faggot runs through my head as I picture my wrist all limp as I lisp out a delicate 'fuck me daddy'.

"Yep." The single syllable has my ears and tail hanging low in shame as I sit upon the stag's bed. "Don't worry. I'm a slut too so no need to be ashamed Stripes."

"Hahaha, I have a hard time picturing you as a slut Evan."

"Thanks, and same could be said about you." Getting up off the bed, I watch as Evan turns the TV on before continuing. "Look right now, we're both pent up so I'm going to play a game to calm down and you're going to join me." Handing me a controller, he switches one of his consoles on before joining me back on the bed.

"Um, okay I guess. I'm not really very good at games though."

"Doesn't matter." Evan says as he props himself up against the bed head. "We're just calming down so we can do this properly for you Stripes. You wanted sex after all and I now have a mind to give you the best sex of your life. You're going to be begging me for it by the time I get around to popping your cherry Kyle."

Our eyes meet for a second before I have to turn away albeit the intensity of his gaze forces me to cream my pants. I'm whimpering even as the game starts up, yet not a part of me doubts what Evan has said. Whatever he is planning I am sure I'm going to love it.

"Hey bro, I need a chastity cage for a tiger. The uncomfortable kind." I didn't even bother knocking on his door, instead choosing to barge right in.

"Knock you little shit." Tom chucks back even as he rushes to yank his pants back up. Nothing I haven't seen before but damn if I didn't find him right on edge today. "And no. Seriously mum would kill me just for you knowing about my business let alone me giving you another cage. Why can't you use the last one I gave you?"

"Too small for this guy and I wanted it more long term. I'm thinking about keeping him around for a while actually."

"What, you with a boyfriend?" Tom laughs and I join him.

"Kind of yeah, but enough chitchat. I know you have some, and you know I have the money to buy it at the prices you get them for. Either way I don't have that much time as he's sitting in my room."

"Uh, fine. Do you know how big he is?"

"Not exactly so I'll have to play with sizes a bit but he's quite large from what I have seen with a chunky sheath." I'm not positive about that but from what I saw in his pants I'm pretty certain he has a sheath and not a human-shaped phallus.

"Damn, I almost feel sorry for this pussy getting it on with you. Give me a second to find one and then leave me in peace." Scrounging around, he eventually comes up with the package I want and hands it over, "Just don't let mum find out I gave you this, k?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Now prize in paw, I head on back to the cat I left playing football on my console. He's shirtless now, with those sexy as fuck abs on full display as he lounges back to play. I can see how uneasy and shaky he still is when I come back but he does a damnably good job of hiding it. "Here put this on." Tossing the cage next to him on the bed, I get a priceless stunned look from the tiger.

Picking it up, he asks as he studies the stainless steel contraption. "Um, what is this?"

"Bit slow on the uptake." I'm thrilled at this turn of events and I can't help the sadistic smile that crosses my muzzle. "Come on up and I'll show you just where you put that on." Holding a paw out, I watch as he pauses the game and shakily joins me standing in my room.

"Ok now what?" Oh god, he's adorable when he's confused and unsure of himself. Getting right in close I don't speak with words instead choosing to hook my fingers ever so gently into the tiger jocks waistband. "Um Evan?" I wait right there, allowing him the chance of saying no before I begin to pull them down.

Kyle's throat works as he gulps and squeezes his eyes shut tight. It's not permission as such, but he hasn't said no so I slowly work at his waistband until what I am aiming for is completely exposed. "Yeah, I bet on you having a sheath. I'm glad I was right or I would have had to get a different cage for you."

"Oh that's what this is." Eyes flashing open, comprehension dawns on the tiger jock of just what he is holding. Thankfully he isn't horrified by the idea, more appearing stunned at the sudden knowledge of what is happening.

"Yes and you can see where it is going can't you Stripes?" That gets him gulping again while he stares past his own paws down to his swelling sheath. "That could be a problem. You mind me doing this as it won't go on if you're hard Stripes?"

He doesn't even hesitate in passing me the cage. Excitement or just enjoying having someone to take the lead he responds quickly to my prompting. Unhinging the ring, I work fast knowing just how fast a guy can get hard. "Oh, um careful Evan please?" Halfway between a purr and a growl I'm quite certain Kyle has no clue as to what to be feeling as I circle the steel ring about his soft balls.

"I am being careful. Just got to be quick as well." One finger holding the ring in place, I stretch his sheath open so I can slide in the cage's tube. The cold has him flinching back almost yanking my hand from his balls as he falls to the bed again. "Hold still." I growl as he hisses, having to push harder to get the tube around his swollen dick.

"Fff-cold." He stutters as he shivers. The cold thankfully gives me just the chance I needed as Kyle's dick stops swelling and retreats for just a single moment. "Yesss. And dah," I cheer hearing that final clicking of metal on metal that signals my triumph. "it's stainless steel tiger boy. Don't worry it will warm up fast until it feels like it's positively burning."

"Burning? It- it's not going to hurt me is it?" The ignorance of Kyle's stuttered fear has me chuckling.

"No it won't hurt you Stripes. It's going to burn the longer you leave it on however as you aren't getting hard until I take the cage off." My own cheeks burn from the sadistic thoughts running amok in my mind. Cupping the tigers fairly sizable nuts I smile wider as Kyle purrs appreciatively. "It might be on there a while if you decide to be a good boy."

Tongue out as he purrs, Kyle can't hide his wince from the sudden arousal down below. "H-how longs a while? Like shit Evan. I- damn it already feels so hot in there and I- Damn it feels weird."

"Aww does the poor kitty want to get hard and spray his seed all over my room?" Eyes clenched tightly shut, Kyle nods in agreement. "Tough titties." I laugh as I climb on up over my sprawled out prey. Knees both sides of his legs, I press my own hidden arousal up against the cats chest and hold him by the scruff of his neck to look up at me.

"That dick of yours isn't coming out of that cage until I'm ready to let it out now Stripes. Better get used to the feeling of having your dick strain and pulse in that steel cage because I like my prey all pent up and needy."

"E-evan-oohhh!" Sitting down my covered up ass grinds over the tigers thick sheath and has him moaning and calling out for mercy. Not that I give it to him. Closing the distance, my fist clenched tight in his scruff I press my lips to his.

Jeans rubbing over my sheath my mind had already faded away as I reeled moaning out Evan's name. My dick was throbbing, begging me to let it out of it's sheath and every strain now is almost painful. Yet it just makes me want more and more with that little stag sitting atop me. The fingers threaded in the fur and skin of my neck makes me tremble in delight and with my eyes closed, Evan could do literally anything to me right now. My lips are just parting to tell him as much when something soft presses against them.

Shocked and surprised my eyes snap open to the sight of pale brown fur pressing itself close to me and when soft wet lips ripple against mine, all words and protests die to be replaced with a wordless muffled purr of pure delight. Tigers aren't meant to purr, my mind screams at me but fucked if I listen. I can feel the blush in my cheeks but I don't care one bit, instead I find myself lost in the way Evan's lips rock my own. Pushing he suckles on my lips and I quiver right back only for a tongue to press in and I lose it. I buck and grind and my paws wrap around the Stag that is absolutely rocking my world.

I can't keep track of everything that's happening after that. I know my paws are rubbing everywhere they can. My lips are spread wide to let Evan do what he's doing and little by little I have to tilt my head back as the little guy seemingly grows atop me. It's not until my nose gets covered and he breaks the kiss that I'm able to recover and flinch back.

"Hmm, you taste pretty nice Stripes. Sweet almost." Licking his lips, I have to shake a little as I can't comprehend how Evan got so far above me. I'm looking dead straight up and his muzzle is right there blocking the light out while his hand holds my muzzle shut. "Still you're being pretty naughty. Do you know just where your paws are Stripes?"

My paws? Well they're... they're... Gaze dropping to their level my gasp is stifled by the hand holding my muzzle shut. "That's right. They're on my ass Stripes. Do you think that's an appropriate place for them to be as my subby tiger prey Kyle?"

I didn't know how much I needed to breath until that hand let my nose go and I suck down some much needed oxygen as my own paws drop to my sides ashamed at having gotten so pawsy with Evan. "I- I'm sorry Evan. The kiss- I mean that- that was my first kiss and I just-" Nerves having flared back to life, my blushing cheeks feel like they're burning as my dick gives a particularly painful throb between my legs. It's enough to force me to wince and my forehead bops right into Evan's hips.

"Shi-shit I'm sorry Evan. I didn't mean to... That wasn't intentional." I protest even as I attempt to scramble back across the bed to the wall behind me.

"Aw, look at the scaredy cat." Evan taunts as he plants both his feet right beside my hips again trapping me between the wall and his straining pants. "You look just like proper prey Kyle. Cute, adorable and nervous about being eaten."

I have to stare up, as just the sight of the stag's tent has me quivering in desire now and I can't take my dick throbbing in this cage any longer. Only staring up has me meeting Evan's gaze and those powerful sexy looking antlers. "O-oooo..." Groaning, my paw makes a grab for my balls to relieve some pressure.

'Clunk!' Surprised my head whips to either side to see my arms being pinned by the stag's knees as he pins me to the wall. "Oo is right Stripes. You were naughty grabbing my ass without permission and trying to touch yourself just now confirmed it. You're enjoying this aren't you? Me atop you, kissing you and pinning you to the wall like this. Come on you can tell me Stripes. Do you like me doing this to you?"

What's there to say? "Prrrrryyesss!" I purr delighted at getting to admit how much I'm enjoying having Evan toy with me.

"Fuck Stripes you are such an innocent turn on." Groaning himself Evan makes good use of him pinning my arms to give me a pat between the ears. Instinctively they flick from being irritated only for him to keep going until I'm almost growling. "Aw, damn you're cute Kyle when you get all flustered. I bet you have almost forgotten just what I have stuck in front of your muzzle right about now haven't you?"

I had-n't. More like it drifted to the back of my mind, up until Evan's reminder. Now though, I gulp at seeing his tent hanging far closer to my muzzle than I had envisioned him being. "Kind of..." I admit with a purr.

"Yeah you did Stripes. So caught up in getting kissed like a horny tiger and you had such a good muzzle to kiss too. Mmm, you mind giving me a demonstration of that muzzle again? Maybe on something a little lower this time?" I crease my eyebrows in confusion as I stare up at Evan until he shakes his head and gives a soft chuckle at my assumed naivety. Then what he means hits me in the face. Literally hits me in the face as that clothed tent of stagdick humps into my cheek. "Don't mind the clothes for now Kyle. We can lose them shortly if you are a good boy."

Brow furrowed, I'm about to ask if he means what I think he means but one glance gives me the answer I wanted. Leering, his whole thin body openly reeks of sex. Standing over me like this, there is no other meaning that his words could possibly have and another hump of his hips convinces me of everything I want in the moment.

Gods. Then why am I so damnably nervous about it? "No pressure Stripes." Evan tells me then drawing back to give me some breathing room. "No need to do something you don't want to. I just figured you would really like to give this a go. I mean, sucking on some denim's nothing compared to sucking on an actual dick right tiger?"

Fuck me. That's what I want to be doing and I haven't even seen his dick yet. Still sucking on a dick is one thing. Another guys jeans on the other paw seems somehow more... sexy? Dirty, perhaps?

Or is it... Slutty?

"Oooph!" I cringe as my dick throbs to the thought of being called 'slutty'. Then with no concious or rational thought, my brain takes a back seat as I open my muzzle wide and clamp my lips over that meaty cloth tent. "Hmmph?"

My questioned growl is met with a solid hump banging my head to the wall. "Oh yeah, pussy cat." Evan growls down at me twenty times more threatening than when I question if I'm doing alright. "I knew you'd want to suck on a real man's crotch given the right incentive. Hunggh! Come on Kyle. Don't just set your lips on it and expect me to do the work for you. Show me what you liked doing when sucking on your old dick."

How did he know-? Right... cat. Of course I tried to do that. Only, I didn't like it all that much. I mean sucking was pleasant, I guess? "Hmnnh! Oh yeah Kyle. Suck it like a good prey slut. Now blow and show me how warm your muzzles going to be wrapped round my dick. Ohhhh yessss! Again!" Wow. He really liked me blowing on him? Smiling I find awkward but damned if his response doesn't make my cheeks curl up before I blow again.

"Oh damn that feels good. Enjoying yourself between my legs Kyle?" Chuckling, because I can't stop myself I get a light tap to the back of my skull and a grin from the stag above me. "Don't laugh tiger. You're meant to be sucking dick right now so don't laugh. Actually since you're enjoying yourself enough to laugh, why don't you suck with your nose. That'll give you some practice for later."

Embarrassed with myself, I breath in right away to try and make Evan forgive me. All that gets me is a thick lungful of stag musk as my dick painfully throbs yet again. "Hahahaha! Fuck Kyle. You should have seen your muzzle. The stunned face you pulled at sucking down a days worth of stag musk was bloody priceless. Come on do it again. Suck my musk down like the slutty little prey bitch you are Stripey."

"Mmmmph!?" Moan or purr, I can't distinguish myself as I sniff at Evan's rich musky crotch again. Held there, between the wall and another guys hips is demeaning to the extreme, but my dick won't stop throbbing in that damn cage with each blow I give the dominant stag. Actually it only throbs harder when he strokes my ears and murmurs that I'm a 'good little prey bitch'.

Shit. If my friends saw me like this, I'd be one fucking dead tiger. The thought gives me pause and I stop blowing and sucking until I can shake it off. Well I try to shake it off, but the thought lingers and my ears fold down in shame when Evan gives my head another pat. "Aww, and here I thought my nervous kitty had been left behind. No matter guess I'll give you a break until you're ready for more." Pushing off, suddenly my muzzle's left hanging open with a thin line of drool connecting it with the stag's retreating jeans.

"Wha-? But- but you... I mean I didn't want to stop Evan?" I whine at having him pull away.

"Nah Kyle. You got embarrassed about sucking another guys dick for the first time. You were thinking too much and I didn't enjoy seeing that. Nervous and horny is good. Self-absorbed like you were and embarrassed about being the bitch, would have just led to disappointment for the both of us."

"Shit," I mutter shyily, now embarrassed at how easily Kyle found me out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Aww, you're cute when you're shy Kitty." Kyle interrupts as he sits down on the edge of the bed gesturing me forward with my controller. "Don't worry about it. You enjoyed yourself while you weren't thinking too much and so did I. We'll just try again later if and when you calm down."

Not sure what to think of Evan's apology I wind up blushing under my fur as I take the controller. Getting up, I make a grab for my pants only to have my tail yanked back. "Hey what was that for?" Growling at him now, my anger dies when I turn on him and see that cheeky grin of his and antlers hanging over my head.

"Leave the pants. You look better just in your fur anyway and this way I get a show to remember. You don't mind do you? Not like you don't strip down in front of the other guys, is it?"

"Uh, yeah, but I don't usually sit around playing a game naked. You sure that's okay?"

Patting a spot on the bed beside him, I surprise myself with how easy it is to sit down. "Your stripes are really fucking hot by the way." Pressing start, he takes advantage of my shock to pick a game and start it up. "I haven't got a good look at your ass yet outside the clothes, so I'll leave judgement on that til later."

Jaw hanging halfway down my chest I stare dumbfounded at Kyle until the game has started. When it does I'm brought back to my senses by him coughing. Refocusing, I do my best to concentrate on the game when I reply. "I like your eyes -gulp- Evan."

"Just wait until you see my dick then." Winking as I spin again, he adds before we start the game. "That I'm sure you're going to love Stripes."

I swear my orange fur turns red with how hot my cheeks get. Left positively speechless I'm very thankful then when the game starts up. It takes a while for me to calm down, it's actually halftime in the game of rugby when the throbs emanating from above my tight striped testicles don't have me biting my lip any longer. Once those throbs no longer bother me, I actually begin to play pretty well. Well, 'well' for me anyway. Evan's on a completely other level.

"You can't be serious? How the hell are you winning with South's?" I swear as he scores another damned Try. "They were rank 16 and mine were finalists in 2021. It doesn't even make sense. Fuck!" Converting the try it drops me even further behind his score and I'm ready to toss the damn controller out of frustration.

"I don't know. Maybe you just suck at the game." Not even a hint of remorse for what he's doing to me.

"Fuck me, you're destroying me again." It isn't until Evan is giving me a sly little grin when I realize just what it is I said. "Oh you know what I mean." Growling I make a tackle, only for him to once more pass off the ball and break through my line.

"No, no no no nononono, Uuuuggghhhhaain?" I have to shake my head as he scores a last time right on the buzzer. "Come on... Please tell me you were cheating or... or something? Anything?"

Shaking his head, he hits the perfect kick from the damn sidelines not even paying attention as I groan yet again. Fuck, that's the nail in my already dug grave and coffin. "Nope. I'm just good at games while you apparently aren't." That's understating it judging by the final score.

Lamenting over the fact I want to say something like, 'just try this in the real world and see what happens.' But that kind of feels wrong to me. "I guess I don't play them as much either. Even if I did I doubt I'd be as good as you. My paws just don't like small things."

"Ha, and here I was expecting you to challenge me to a game outside."

"I thought about it." I tell him as I set the controller down on the bed. "But I train for football. It wouldn't be fair and that's not what I'm about."

"True that it wouldn't be fair. But then neither was the game in that case. I train for computers while you train for the physical. Nothing wrong with either thing just in a contest it will always end the same way."

"Thanks. Makes me feel a bit better about being destroyed in game." I'm smiling again as my tail lazily sways along the bed. I'm only semi-concious about being naked with him now. The thought is there, in my head, but it's locked behind a vault of other thoughts now. Like how his muzzle fur glows and the way his nostrils flare with each breath. Or how his lips twitch with amusement and his eyes dance with emotion. I shudder a bit when my neck cracks, feeling so small sitting beside him as Evan's antlers tower over me like a canopy. He's close too. Like really, really close, brushing his shoulder against mine moving ever closer and crowding me ever more.

Antlers block out the light of the room casting me in shadow. Vibration picks up in my chest and I can make out the faint sound of my purring. I can't help it, as I hunker down getting smaller and smaller next to him. Lips right next to me, all it would take is a twitch from me for them to meet, but it isn't my place to make that move. With a hand threading around behind my neck and grasping the scrap of flesh between my shoulders I intimately become aware of this fact. I melt, powerless before him then. Me a big jock tiger, rendered weak and tiny by a cute adorable deer.

"Breath tiger." His own breathing is hot against my cheeks and the reminder comes as a welcome relief. I'd completely frozen up under the shade of his antlers. Even still, with oxygen returning to my limbs, they feel heavy. Really heavy as Evan whispers again, "I'm going to kiss you now Kyle. Just relax and let it happen." I purr, wanting to tell him that I couldn't move if I wanted to. Then when those lips meet mine...

"arrrrrrrhhhh!" Limp, my whole body drops only held up by the hand threaded into my scruff as Evan makes out with my muzzle. Oh fuck, his tongue feels so soft as he licks along my fuzzy bottom lip only to retrieve it and give my lip a little nibble. A nibble that literally has my purring reach heretofore untold levels until I gasp and growl at having my dick throb in that tight little cage.

"Hmm, cute." Evan chuckles into the kiss, only to further nip and play with my lips. Tongue delving inside, he takes his time and forces me to melt beside him. "Real cute. For a stud you purr like a house cat tiger."

Shit did he have to say that as he broke the kiss? Blushing I pull back, embarrassed as all hell by my vibrating chest. Only to spin startled as a loud knock echoes about the room. "Hey slutmuncher, mums home so tell your boyfriend to put some pants on. You know she doesn't like us fooling around in the house."

"Thanks pillowbiter. Now fuck off." Evan shouts back, leaving me standing in between the insults before he chuckles once more. "That's just my brother Peter. He's a fag like you so don't worry about him. Hell, I've caught him in worse situations than if he had walked in here so just relax." Getting up, he shuts the console down before I've adjusted to how the two of them were interacting.

"Is- is that how the two of you always talk to one another?" I ask stunned.

"Hahaha, no. Not when my parents can hear us anyway. They all know I'm gay though so no need to fret about that if you had been." Bending down, he fishes my underpants out and tosses them over to me. "Now hurry up and put your pants on. Gay or not I'm not allowed to fool around in the house."

"Wait then why were we?" I ask only for him to grin and put a finger to his lips. "Shit and the cage?"

"Oh you can keep that on. Your pants will cover it anyway." Grinning, his antlers bob as he laughs himself out the door waving the keys in his hand.

I'm about to shout when another voice shouts silencing me, this one distinctly female. "Shit. Pants, pants." To be honest I've never gotten dressed quicker in my life, I think as I run out the door to catch up to Evan who's halfway through introducing me to his mother already.

"Mum, this is Kyle. He and I got lumped together on our science project for the holidays, so he's going to be around a bit. That alright with you? Oh, and Kyle this is my mum. Helen."

I swear by the look Kyle's mum gives me that she knows he is lying about the science project. Still, have to give good first impressions but damned if I haven't been launched into the deep end by Kyle. "Um, hello Mrs Mitchells." Holding out a paw, I wonder if it is okay to offer to shake paws with her.

"Nice to meet you Kyle, wasn't it?" Even if she knows Evan's lying her smile is awfully pleasant as she bypasses my paw and gives me a hug. It kind of throws me through a loop as predators don't usually hug strangers. "You look big enough to be on the football team. What are you doing in year 11 science classes?" She asks as she breaks the hug.

It isn't the first time someone has asked something like this of me so I shrug. "I'm not pinning my hopes on football. I like it and will try it for college but I'm actually hoping to get into college for psychology. Some like to make out it is a pretend science but if given a choice that is where I would like to end up, you know if football doesn't pan out like my folks hope."

I don't think she was expecting such an honest answer and glancing at her son I think she's now wondering if he was lying or not. "Tssk, you thought I was lying about him being here for studying weren't you Mum?"

"Well yes." She says not fazed at all, being caught out. "Does he know?"

Know what? I'm about to ask while Evan shakes his antlered head at his mother. "Well if he didn't before, he would be curious now wouldn't he? Thankfully however yes he does know that I'm gay."

"Sorry. Heh," She fairly well tinkles when she laughs. "I didn't mean to out you, it was just sudden and he is a big guy. You could do worse for yourself. Sorry, Kyle, not that I thought you were or anything." I have to laugh at how completely happy and carefree Evan's mum is.

"Oh, no worries." I say, blushing hard as anything with what she was suggesting the two of them meant. How Evan can keep a straight face I'll never know.

"We were actually just playing a video game instead of working on the project when you got home." Kyle says making a show of being a bad kid which has his mother 'tsk'ing in disapproval. "We had agreed before that however to get together a list of topics that we could pick from and decide on tomorrow. Then I wanted to see how good at football Kyle was if it was on a console. Turns out not very."

Glowering as he prods my pride in front of his mother I growl a little. "I still swear you cheated or something. No one is that good."

"Hehe, Evan is really good at games like that." His mother gloats with a measure of pride, defending her son before he even has to. "It took us a while to see the skill he had with them but he really is good. Still study first and then he can play. If you are to be studying with him, I'll have to keep you to that too. You got that Mr?"

Nodding fast, I can't help but note the distinct similarity between mother and son in these two. She's nothing if not fierce protecting her son and that isn't something I want to cross.

"Mum, no need to intimidate him like that. I promise today was just a one off with the games." Evan says with an enviably straight face. "Either way, we were going to give it a rest for today so we could brainstorm the project ideas on our own and settle on a topic tomorrow. Do you mind if he comes around again tomorrow?"

Wait tomorrow? Whining, I try to catch Evan's attention but can't with his mother turning on me once more. "Sure. That sounds like a great idea. Really get the brain juice fired up and you can have the debate tomorrow on what you are going to do. Nice meeting you Kyle." Waving me off, I'm caught choking out my own goodbye, Evan having whisked me off so fast.

"Seeya mum. Be back soon." Paw on mine, the little stag drags me out of his house with an urgency I can't not be amused by. Running, I follow him down the street until he falls over laughing when we get around the corner.

"Um, what's so funny?" I ask, trying to figure out just what he's laughing so hard about.

"Your face." He says as if it's the best joke in the world and I cringe at how outrageously childish the joke is. "Oh you looked like you were going to cry when I told my mum you were going home. Shit that would have been too funny if she had have seen that panic in your eyes Stripes."

"Oh." That... "Well, you at least brought the key didn't you?" I ask, the cage front and centre in my head once more now that he has brought the topic of my panic up.

"Nope." Evan declares, laughing at my groan of dismay. "You can pick it up tomorrow if you're a good kitty. Til then jock boy."

"Wait." Shouting, all I get is a wave back and another chuckle when I lurch and have to grab at my now aching balls.

"Oh and make sure you sit down to piss. I hear it goes everywhere if you don't." Left with the afterthought, I'm left standing there on the corner stunned speechless as I watch him run off. Looking down, I can't help but mutter, "Shit, what do I do now?"

Like I've got any idea other than to go home and sleep on it.