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It hadn't taken much for Vic to convince his neighbours son, Gavin, to take him on as a tutor.

The deer had known Gavin for years, as he had known many of the other students in the neighbourhood. The two, while not 'best' friends, knew each other well enough to hang out on the odd occasion, even share a secret or three; it was great to have someone to vent to outside of your own friend circle, after all.

Being only a few houses removed from one another made the setup beyond easy for all parties, as well, so the parents were fully on board; especially the panther's father. What gym-loving parent would pass up the chance to stop getting e-mails and calls from the school about their kid's weak grades? Sports scholarship, while not the direction his father had gone in spite of his built physique, was an all too real possibility for the younger feline.

So here they were, at Gavin's desk in his bedroom, poring over open textbooks and papers.

It was the setup of any good porno, the thoughts of which raced through Vic's mind at blistering speed.

"It's been too hard to focus on this shit, man." Gavin lamented during their latest study break.

They had just gone over some more advanced trigonometry when the deer had called for a break, sensing the built-up frustration in his friend.

"You're getting the hang of it though!" Vic offered a genuine smile, honestly happy to see the cat start to understand the concepts. "What's got you so pent up?"

"Just that," Gavin stood, turning his back to the deer before falling muzzle-first onto his unmade bed. "I've been too pent up. A hand all the time isn't good enough anymore."

And there's my opening.

Vic stood, suppressing an almost manic grin as he looked down at the lithe panther; his black muscle shirt and dark grey shorts hiding only enough of his body to make the deer desperate to see more.

"Well, feel free to say 'no'," The deer began, licking his lips and putting on his best bashful expression should his next words cause the panther to freak out. "But I can help with that."

"Would you?" Gavin rolled onto his side, resting on his elbow and giving Vic a hopeful look. "I mean, that'd be fucking perfect if you're serious."

Vic was taken aback at how willing and eager he seemed to be.

He hadn't expected the panther to go on a tirade about how 'he ain't no gay', it wasn't the kind of guy he was; but to so quickly and decisively accept the invitation to have some oral fun? It took a lot for Vic to keep his expression level, and even more for him to recover from the shock of such sudden acceptance.

"I'm here to help out, man," The deer finally said after a few seconds, noticing in that short span of time a bulge forming in the feline's shorts. "And I'm not gonna lie; I kind of enjoy giving head. What can I say?"

Vic idly wondered if he had ever had to put on airs around this friend in the first place.

Gavin didn't miss a beat though; already shuffling himself down to the edge of his bed, pushing his shorts down to his ankles before kicking them off completely. He sat there, leaning back on his hands, his shirt the only thing he now wore. The panther hadn't a trace of shame or unease on his face, just excitement, as if getting a blowjob from a friend for the first time in their relationship was no more uncommon or less casual than gaming together.

The deer's eye trailed down the cats body, noting with another lick of his lips the thicker fur framing a rapidly engorging ebony shaft, the head of which was hidden under an impressive foreskin. True to his word, it seemed to Vic that the feline hadn't properly gotten off in quite some time, and with a devious smile plastering his face, the deer settled down between his friend's legs to help rectify the issue.

Vic pressed his muzzle into the cleft between Gavin's package and his thigh, drawing in a deep calming breath, suffusing his mind with the scent of stale sweat and arousal. A single swipe of his tongue over one of the feline's nuts was all it took to draw out a groan from him, his cock flexing upwards for a moment before its weight carried it back down along his opposite thigh. Already Vic was moving his muzzle to catch the heat and dampness that had built up under the cats shaft as they had been studying, his tongue raking out along the entire length before reaching the hooded tip.

Not enough of his hookups had foreskin. Catching his stiffening shaft in his hand, the deer pulled the skin back, exposing more of the glistening head of Gavin's cock, earning himself a fresh clear bead of precum when he gave the length a squeeze. Keeping the hood rolled back, the deer pressed his lips to the exposed glans, licking up the sweet liquid before beginning to swirl his tongue more deliberately around the cat's sensitive head.

Gavin took to the treatment immediately.

The panther's head rolled back andhis eyes closed as he focused on the warmth and wetness beginning to engulf his length. All thoughts of equations and numbers fled from his mind as his friend drew in inch after inch of his cock, forcing small spasms from his muscles as his skilled tongued teased and lapped at his head. There was a slight sound reaching his ears; a wet gurgle was escaping from the deer's lips each time his muzzle neared the base of his shaft.

Vic was trying to keep his pace steady without suffocating himself, breaking the seal his lips made when he sank as far down on Gavin's dick as he could. A single inch separated his running, twitching nose from the feline's pubes, and he was determined to make it all the way. The perfect blowjob could mean repeat experiences in the future, and Vic was nothing if not eager to make regular play with the feline a reality.

So the deer bobbed his head, drawing in breath through his nose when he pulled away, then pushing back down with a swallow to coax more shaft into his muzzle. Thick fur tickled his nose in moments, and just before he was able to withdraw for one more bob, a hand gripped the back of his head and pulled him down, a blast of cum already flooding into the back of his throat.

Gavin held him there, clenching his teeth so hard he thought they would crack, as his balls emptied themselves into the willing mouth between his legs. The feline panted heavily, satisfied to feel the deer's nose press into his bush while the rush of his orgasm began to wane enough for him to notice the death-grip on his thighs.

Vic coughed when the panther released his head, his instinct to draw in air driving him to pull away from his friend's crotch as quickly as he could. A final few strands of cum leaked out onto his tongue as he withdrew though, which made his first gasping breath inwards turn into a fit of coughing as his body fought to decide between drinking and breathing.

"Shit, s-sorry..." Gavin ducked his head, clearly blushing in spite of it being invisible to anyone else. "It's uh... it's been a while and..."

"No..." Vic wanted to assure the feline all was well, even as the deer rapidly tried to blink away the tears welling in his eyes. "No it's... it's okay. Just... unexpected... is all."

The two sat somewhat awkwardly as Vic recovered; Gavin, resting on the edge of his bed, leaning slightly forward as if ready to help his friend at a moment's notice, while the deer rested on his knees before him, a hand on his heaving chest and tears rolling down the sides of his face.

"You, you good?" The panther asked tentatively. "I can go get you some water?"

Vic hung his head, having finally gotten his breathing under control. Letting out a chuckle, only slightly forced, he looked back up to his friend, wanting to assuage any fears the cat might have had.

"I'm good, honest," He said with a smile, swallowing once more to clear his throat and happily noticing he could still taste the other's cum on his tongue. His eyes flicked down a moment later, noticing to his immense glee, that Gavin's shaft hadn't slackened in the least. "You uh... you look good to go again."

The panther looked down, giving his cock a solid flex to make it bob upwards.

"Yeah, sort of have a short..." He paused, unaware at just how entranced Vic was by the play of light along his glistening cock. "What's it called..."

"Refractory period?" The deer answered, leaning in once again to drag his tongue over the twitching length before him.

"Yeah, that."

"You uh..." Vic looked up at his friend, using the cat's shaft to cover half of his face while he nuzzled and nursed his sack with his nose and tongue. "You think oral will be enough?"

Gavin's eyes lit up as quickly as Vic's tail lifted.

"We can give it a go," The panther said with a grin, grabbing his shaft and tapping Vic on the head between his small antlers. "Doggy?"

**

For as quick as he blew in the first and second rounds, Gavin was holding back as much as he could on the third, that much Vic could tell just by looking up at the panther. The feline's eyes were screwed shut. He was breathing through clenched teeth while his hips ground back and forth in a steady, relentless pace.

Cum oozed out around his prick onto the deer's tail and bedsheets below, unnoticed by either male as they panted and shifted on the bed. Vic could feel the puddle of dampness under his backside, but he refused to give it any attention. The straining ache in his legs, held up above and wide apart by his friend similarly fell beneath the deer's focus as he drank in the sight of the lithe feline pumping into him. The sheen his fur had developed in the heat of the bedroom and their coupling made his trim muscles stand out sharply all over his black furred body, and while he couldn't see it, Vic adored the sight he had in his mind of the cat's cock squeezing in and out of him.

There was a point when Gavin picked up his pace, driving himself into the deer below with hard quick thrusts that made Vic gasp loudly, the deer's head falling to the side as he momentarily lost motor control.

When his friend slowed down again a moment later, the deer lifted his head again to take in the sight of the panting male above him, but his gaze faltered halfway.

In the gap between his lifted leg and Gavin's flat tensing stomach, Vic could see that the door to the bedroom was sitting halfway open, and beyond it, standing in the hallway with an almost shocked expression on his face, was Mister Hunter Traby.

Gavin's middle-aged father.

Vic didn't know the elder panther as well as he knew his son, but he had never imagined him to be the type to fly into a rage at the drop of a hat. While some fearful part of him instantly thought that would be the case, his reasonable mind told him, as his eyes locked with those of the older male, that the fact he was simply standing there watching was a good sign. Good enough of a sign, at least, to only lead to Gavin getting an awkward talk from his sire after Vic had left.

Gavin continued to slowly fuck the cervine, but it was clear he had been riding the edge of his third orgasm for a while, so his hips once more began picking up their pace. It was driving Vic wild, forcing more grunts and effeminate gasps from his muzzle in spite of the embarrassed shame he felt, but the deer's focus now was settled on the adult beyond the threshold.

Even as the musically wet slaps of crotch-on-ass became louder and louder with his friends increasingly frantic pace, Vic refused to look away from his father. The second ebony feline was clad only in a snugly fitting dress shirt, with the upper few buttons undone, and black dress pants, but light shining into the hallway from a window at the far end gave Vic sight of something else entirely.

A long bulge ran down the left leg of the feline's pants, highlighted clearly and unmistakable.

"Fuck!"

Gavin released the deer's legs, moving his hands swiftly to dig into Vic's waist to keep his body in place for the final few thrusts. A third load burst from his cock, soaking into an already cum-drenched hole. He slumped forward over Vic, his hands moving to either side of the deer's head to hold him up over his friend as he rode out his climax and panted fresh air back into his heaving lungs.

"Th-that was..." The young panther panted, holding himself still to keep from overstimulating his already sensitive cock. "Fucking incredible..."

The comment snapped Vic out of his shocked paralysis, the deer blinking quickly and shaking his head as best he could after his line of sight to the door was blocked byhis friend gasping just an inchabove him. For once, the deer was at an utter loss for words given what he was aware of just beyond the door. He was just about to agree when a loud buzzing from the nightstand startled both males.

"Ah shit," Gavin stretched awkwardly to reach his phone, clearly comfortable enough to stay buried in his squirming friend that he didn't want to pull out. "Dad's texting."

The deer shut his mouth, unable to decide if he should be worried at what could happen next or laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

"Fuck, he needs me to go pick up some things," The feline growled, dropping his phone down next to them before beginning to slowly pull himself from Vic's backside. "Uh, god... Can, can we do this again? Tonight maybe?"

He seemed so eager, and Vic loved it, but the deer wasn't at all sure if his friend would be in the right frame of mind by then. Obviously it was dependant on what his father would say, if anything.

The panther's cock slipped free, making both teens groan. Neither wanted to be up and about, but Gavin didn't want to put off the tasks his father had just given him, so he was the first to climb off of the bed, grabbing a pair of discarded boxers to wipe down his crotch and cock with.

"I gotta shower real quick," The feline said, grabbing a towel from the hangar on his door and pulling it open to reveal an empty hallway. "I'll text you when I'm done all this running around, 'kay?"

"Y-yeah, yeah that sounds good," Vic shook his head to get his thoughts in order, fighting off the weakness he felt in his legs as he pushed himself to his feet. "I'll head home and, I guess clean myself up."

The two shared a chuckle, both ignoring the wet stains on the bed, before Gavin stepped away into the bathroom to shower.

Fearful that he might run into Mister Traby, Vic pulled his clothes on swiftly in spite of the state of his inner thighs and ass, and quietly padded over to the doorway. Sheepishly, he peeked out into the hall, both ways, before carefully and quietly making his way to the short staircase leading down into the living room. His large ears swivelled to and fro, but the only noise he could hear was the shower running behind him, so he proceeded down the stairs at a quickened pace, but just as he was about to turn to the left to make a break for the front door, a cough drew his attention to the kitchen to his right.

Hunter Traby was an imposing feline. Ebony fur covered his body, and his yellow eyes pierced into the cervine's soul as their gazes once again met. Two pools of gold in a sea of black. He had taken a moment of hard eye contact before he turned his attention to his large espresso machine, tamping out grinds and flicking a switch to turn the device on.

"Have fun?" Mister Traby asked. Stood in his kitchen, there was only a half-wall countertop between him and the furiously blushing deer before him.

"S-sorry Mister Traby..." Was all Vic could think to say, his head and ears hanging low in embarrassment.

He was a good head and shoulders taller than Vic, and more muscled than Gavin was, though still held the typical slender feline frame. It wouldn't take much for the older cat to do serious damage if he wanted, and the trembling deer didn't know him well enough to tell if that was in the cards or not.

"Come here," The panther set turned his attention back to the younger cervine and beckoned with a finger, the other hand resting on the countertop before him. "We're gonna have a chat while Gavin does my errands."

Vic walked slowly, his mind awash with possible scenarios for how the rest of his day would go now that he was a captive audience for the man who saw him in bed with his son. As he made to sit on one of the bar stools before the counter, Hunter snapped his fingers.

"No no," He said cooly. "Over here. Sit down in front of the counter while I make myself a drink. I don't need Gavin knowing you're still here when he passes by."

It didn't strike Vic as a strange request. If anything, the deer was somewhat comforted by it as the older male clearly didn't want some kind of confrontation with his son to happen. That would have been too painfully embarrassing.

Once the younger panther left the house, however...

Head and ears still hung low, Vic rounded the end of the counter, stepping quietly behind the larger feline, then to his left, turning around and slowly sinking down to the cool tile below. His eyes were locked to the floor between his legs, his ass already aching as he rested on the hard surface after such a long session with Gavin. It was hard to ignore the dampness between his legs in spite of everything.

"Been doing this long?" Hunter asked, clinking cups and cupboards failing to make the deer's ears so much as twitch. "Sleeping with my son, I mean."

"N-no sir," He replied, figuring honesty was the best policy now. "This, this was our first time."

"Not_your_ first time, though." The panther said.

"No..." Vic had never felt shame at his sexual nature before, but now that he was on the spot like this, it burned him.

"Well, it isn't Gavin's either," Hunter continued, as if the deer hadn't even said anything. "Not that he gets up to much from what I can tell. Far as I'm concerned, it's good to let off that kind of steam regularly, and at least he's got a good outlet for it now."

What Vic had been imagining as some impending threat to his health or a complaint to his parents had begun to sound positive, like the older feline didn't actually care about what he had seen. That broke the deer's sombre mood, and as he looked up towards where the panther continued to work at his drink, hope turned into startled confusion.

Mister Traby had evidently ditched his pants since Vic had last seen him, and now stood behind the counter in nothing but a fully opened dress shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers.

Boxers that were stretched away from the feline's pelvis, strained taut against that long length Vic had spied before, running down the left leg.

A leg that was presently only a foot from Vic's head.

In spite of all he had been through, the sight was enough to make the deer hard once again. His ears perked straight up; his erection, which he hadn't bothered with while having his fun, throbbed to fresh life. Instinct carried Vic closer to the twitching mass beneath the cloth, and when the panther above him shifted slightly to reach for some ingredient or another above, it closed the distance and bumped against his nose.

The mind-fogged deer went on instinct the moment his nose connected with that twitching mass.

He pressed himself forward, instantly drawn further in by the stench of stale sweat permeating the older male's groin. His muzzle snuck under the fabric of Hunter's boxers, instantly seeking out the pulsing heat emanating from the feline's cock, and the stronger scent drawing him in even further.

"Let's see if you're as much fun as my son thinks you are." Above, Hunter wasn't missing a beat, still preparing his hot drink. "Suck."

It took Vic a moment to follow the command, focused as he was on trying to bury his nose in the other male's hot scrotum just a few inches away. With one hand, the younger deer lifted the fabric of Hunter's boxers, and took the first inches of his thick length into his muzzle, not wanting to risk being turned away now by taking his time.

The feline shifted again, doing something unknown on the counter above while sinking more of himself into the suddenly gagging deer.

"Relax, kid," He said with a grunt. "Breathe through your nose."

Vic tried to do just that, but he hadn't been prepared for the size that now pulsed between his lips.

"You say something, dad?" Gavin's voice made the deer's ears perk up in panic, but Hunter was swift with a response and a perfectly timed activation of the loud milk steamer.

"Nothing, Gav," He replied, remaining utterly immovable as Vic struggled to get himself under control. "Here. Get to those errands if you want dinner on time tonight."

The sound of keys dragging across granite countertop then flying through the air was loud, but not nearly as loud as Vic's own heartbeat hammering away in his head. Hunter shifted forward, forcing more of his length into the deer's muzzle, deep enough to plug his throat completely. The deer's small antlers clacked against the cupboard behind him just as Gavin opened the door, and his hands flew up to the older male's thighs in a desperate attempt to push him backwards.

"We're gonna have to work on that," He said with a chuckle after the front door had closed, refusing to budge for several seconds before taking a complimentary step back. "Deer with a gag reflex. Not meant to be."

His fat shaft slipped from Vic's mouth, the deer's initial gasp for breath masking the slap of saliva hitting the tile floor below. The front of his shirt was already stained and damp by what had escaped past his lips, but when the youth raised his head to take in the sight of the cock he had just been suffocated by, he realized it may as well have been bone dry in comparison.

A solid line glinted several inches above the base of Hunter's shaft, the point he had reached with such a struggle. The rest was positively gleaming with thick rivulets of saliva, clusters of bubbles ran along the downward hanging pole, catching slightly on the faint edge of the glans, hidden as it was under a wrinkled foreskin. It throbbed and flexed, wide enough at rest to prevent the folds of tender flesh from closing completely over the tip, a long strand of clear precum hanging and swinging halfway to the ground.

It was instinct and arousal now that Vic was led by; this was no longer the father of a friend, he was just an older male wanting to get his rocks, sizeable as they were, off, and the deer felt obligated to assist. He leaned forward, taking in the first two inches of shaft between his lips and driving his tongue into the sweet fluid-filled foreskin, while he used a free hand to stroke the saliva he left behind along the remaining length.

"I could certainly get used to this," Hunter sighed happily, looking down at the young deer, whiskers twitching at the play of his tongue over his sensitive head. "Sound good to you, then? Want to come over more often?"

Another inch found its way into Vic's muzzle as the feline talked and sipped his drink, and he felt so focused on exploring this new length that all he could manage in response was an affirmative groan. The deer reached up with his free hand to cup, or at least attempt to cup, the adult's sack, rolling and toying with the large orbs as he began setting himself into a steady rythym of bobbing his head. Every time he withdrew himself, his tongue deftly swept under the foreskin to tease the feline's glans again, rewarding himself with a proper taste of his pre.

Whether it was the deer's oral skill, the older feline's lack of recent attention, or some combination of both, it didn't take much longer for the kitchen to fill with low growls and grunts.

Hunter set his mug on the counter, bracing both hands on its surface as Vic worked his cock. He watched the deer swallow half his length eargly, trying more and more to force just another centimetre in at a time, before the swipe of that skilled tongue kicked him closer to the finish line.

Everything was upended as the front door opened once again.

"Guess a wallet would help..." Gavin exclaimed as he barged in at a jog, heading straight for the kitchen counter where a few small items sat unnoticed.

Hunter froze again, his cock sunk halfway into Vic's saliva-matted muzzle. The older feline stood bolt upright and snatched his son's wallet from the counter before the other feline could close the distance any more. He tossed the small item to his son, but being taken so off guard by his sudden entrance, the throw was both inaccurate and much harder than he had intended.

The wallet sailed past Gavin's head, thumping loudly against the door before landing on the floor below.

"Jeeze, dad," Gavin had only just evaded the object, but it had stopped him in his tracks all the same. "I just forgot it! I'll get the dang groceries!"

"Sorry, Gav," Hunter was trying very hard to keep his panting breaths from being too obvious, but Vic was rapidly running out of air below him. He ignored the small hands tapping desperately against his thighs. "Just, just get going."

The front door closed once more.

The panther reached down, batting the teen's hand from his lower shaft and taking up his own pace of stroking while taking a half-step back, letting the younger male gasp for air once more. He was near his peak; the cervine's ragged state forgotten as he closed his eyes and leaned back, furiously pumping his hand along his sopping wet cock.

"Lean... Back..." He grunted, looking up towards the ceiling, not bothering to watch the deer follow his command, but knowing he would anyways. "Mouth open..."

No sooner had Vic looked up than the first rope of cum blew forth.

The first was too heavy; instantly taking a downturn to land on Vic's chest to soak his shirt even more. The second was smaller, able to travel longer to land on the end of the deer's waiting muzzle before the third pulsed out over his eager tongue. The long pink appendage was swiftly coated in slimy feline cum as its originator panted above him, holding his cock in place and letting the last dregs of his balls dribble out onto the teens lips.

Without any other instruction, Vic closed his mouth and swallowed, beginning to perform what he saw now as his duty; cleaning the gorgeous cock throbbing before him. Now, as his mouth was drowned in the bitter taste of cum, the deer took his time to explore every available inch of shaft. He licked its length, kissed his head, swirled his tongue around inside of the cat's foreskin to clean whatever he could reach.

The pulsing veins running along the length became burned into Vic's mind, fully aware that for now, all he would ever be able to recall when Hunter Traby came up in conversation would be the sight of his crotch. Thick pubic fur masking the very lowest portion of his shaft, thickening just above it before running in a wide trail up to his navel, the ebony shaft aimed squarely at his open mouth making him look crosseyed when he tried to focus on it.

"A keeper," Hunter chuckled, watching the way the youth worshipped his package. "At least for blowjobs you are."

Vic's ears twitched, his interest momentarily shifting from nursing the dick hanging half-limp in front of him to the eyes of the older panther above him.

Hunter stepped back, then began to walk out of the kitchen.

"Come on," He hardly needed to say anything to make Vic scramble to his hooves to follow. "Let's see if your ass can at least take all of me."

Vic was speechless yet again, but realized after several moments that he was already following along behind the older male. Nervous as he was, at the very least the deer could take the few moments it took to get to the bedroom to admire the toned globes of Hunter's ass, half obscured as they were under the hem of his shirt. He didn't even notice the lingering heat and strong smell of sex lingering around the still open door of Gavin's room as they walked past it.

Hunter's room, by contrast, smelled of vanilla and a faint whiff of the feline's cologne. It was spartan in its furnishings, with a large neatly made four poster bed dominating the space. Vic couldn't stifle a chuckle as the large feline gestured for him to undress and climb onto it.

"What's got you laughing?" He asked, eyes locked on the deer as he pulled off what little he wore as well.

"P- probably the classiest spot I've had sex in." Vic replied, pushing down his shorts and damp underwear, feeling only slight embarassment at the fact that Gavin's cum was still slick between his cheeks.

"Nothing classy about what I'll be doing," Hunter let out his own chuckle, slapping the deer on his already abused backside and groping it roughly. "This ass..."

It almost seemed like the feline was entranced by Vic's buttocks. His cheeks squeezed outwards between Hunter's fingers as the panther squeezed and kneaded his flesh. Wet noise issued forth with the most rough movements as feline cum continued to ooze out over the cervine's taint, smearing into his fur. If the plan was to fuck him on the bed, the older feline was certainly making it hard for Vic to pull away.

The broad slick head of a now familiar cock locked the deer in place just a moment later.

"Good thing you got everything lubed up," Hunter's short muzzle panted into Vic's neck as the feline's grip became truly possessive. "Don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to..."

Vic's hand shot out to grab onto one of the beds corner posts, gasping as a cock already a fair bit thicker than his previous partner began squelching its way past his abused tail hole. Short jabs, each highlighted by a lewd schlick noise, gently prodded open the deer's loosened muscle, sinking in deeper each time.

The teen didn't have room in his brain to worry about his fingers potentially leaving gouges in the post; each throbbing inch stuffed into his ass pushed out a little bit more brainpower. By the time Hunter past the halfway point, the deer was hanging his head between his arms, panting and drooling onto the carpet.

"Oh shit..." Hunter growled loudly, his hips giving a hard final thrust to bury himself balls-deep in the deer. "Oh shit you've got a top tier ass, kid..."

A playful nip on one of his ears snapped a moment of sense into Vic, the youth realizing the accomplishment of taking what the feline had. He would have complimented Hunter, praised the feline, begged to be his bitch, but the other male's hips were already drawing his cock back, swiftly beginning a shallow routine of deep thrusts. All of his words died in his throat as Vic's body shook and juddered each time Hunter bottomed out, his entire body tensing and flexing as it struggled to register the size of the tool violating it.

"You like my cock?" The older male was already panting hard, his hot breath washing over the side of Vic's face as the pace increased.

He could only gasp and yelp, possessing barely enough awareness to throw his own hips back to meet the feline's thrusts. Steady wet clapping filled the room as Vic's vision swam, his body feeling like it was rapidly overheating under the relentless pounding he was being subjected to. As energetic as he had been, Vic realized that Gavin couldn't hope to match the sheer power his father possessed, not yet at least. The elder panther was a world-altering experience, driving the cervine to thoughts of depravity even he didn't know he was capable of thinking.

Vic knew he would do whatever it took to please Hunter whenever he was asked to, in spite of the risk it posed to his relationship with the panther's son.

"Get ready, kid," Hunter's voice was low and harsh, his hands sliding up the deer's slender torso and under his trembling arms. "This is gonna be one for the books..."

The strong panther linked his hands together behind Vic's head, flexing and pulling him away from the steadying bedpost and lifting him bodily off of the floor by several inches. The deer's body bounced up and down with each hard thrust Hunter gave, gravity now doing the work Vic could no longer accomplish on his own, ensuring that each time the feline's fat cock forced its way into him, it would make it as deep as it could.

Suddenly, Vic could feel a sharp rise in pressure in his bowels, just as his ears were nearly deafened by Hunter's curse of orgasm.

The deer's legs bounced in the air as the older male bucked his hips upwards with each pulse of release, utterly powerless and drained of energy. He was held there, suspended a foot off the ground by the flexing muscles of a feline twice his size, impaled on the biggest cock he had ever had the pleasure of riding, and it took all of his focus to just keep breathing to avoid blacking out completely.

It didn't take long for Hunter to walk them over to the bed, finally releasing the deer he held and pushing his exhausted upper half onto the clean mattress before them. By the time he began watching his cock slide slowly out from between those two perfect mounds of pliable flesh, Vic had already passed out.

The feline chuckled, wincing as his overly sensitive head finally popped free from the deer's ass, almost feeling momentarily bad the the deer had been driven to such a state.

Now that he was free, the larger feline stepped back, savouring his handiwork for a moment before stepping over to his nightstand and opening the top drawer. The plug wasn't large, but it would keep the majority of his load from leaking out onto his sheets before he could really get a chance to ruin them.

Plug inserted, body pulled up onto the mattress proper, head resting on a plush pillow, Hunter grinned.

There was just one more addition needed.

**

Vic felt like he had been asleep for a year when his eyes finally split open.

His body was a mess of matted fur and aching joints, far beyond any of his previous experiences, but he grinned as the memories began coalescing in his mind.

A son and his father, in the same house, within the same few hours of his visit....

That had to be one for the record books.

He chuckled weakly, moving to rub at his sleep-filled eyes when he realized that he couldn't move his arms.

Vic's eyes shot open, taking in what little he could of the dark room around him.

The blinds had been closed, but even around there edges, no light was making it inside. It was well into the evening now, and as his sight slowly adjusted to the darkness, the deer felt a fresh surge of adrenaline.

Soft strips of fabric were looped around his wrists, tight enough to make pulling out of them impossible, but snug enough that they didn't cut off circulation or feel uncomfortable. His legs, likewise, had been tied up, leaving him spread-eagled on Mister Traybe's large bed, pinned in place with his limbs bound to the four posts of the frame.

Vic tested the bonds, but found no give in them, and before he could start thinking of just what was going on, he heard voices approaching from the hallway beyond the closed door.

"Yes Missus Donnor," The voice of Hunter reached his twitching ears first, further confounding him with the mention of his mother's name. "They're still studying. We just had a break for dinner. They mentioned something about a sleepover, so I just wanted to let you know that Vic would be staying here tonight. Apologies I didn't think to call sooner."

The voice stopped just outside the bedroom door, and in spite of the situation, Vic found himself hard once again, writhing in his bonds more out of anticipation than fear.

"Yes we certainly will," Hunter spoke again, a smile clear in his tone. "You have a good evening as well. Bye now."

The door swung open a moment later, the inky black form of the older panther sihlouetted by the low light in the hallway behind him. But there was someone else...

"Well that's done." Hunter said as he walked into the bedroom and flicked on a small lamp on his dresser. The light was barely enough to illuminate the feline, let alone the room, adding only more of a thrill to Vic's mind as he once again took in the naked form of the imposing cat.

A deep blue leather harness strained across the feline's chest, a heavy looking collar resting around his neck with a short leash dangling freely from a loop at the front. His impressive package swung freely between his legs, bobbing tantalizingly as he stepped up to the foot of the bed to look down at the prize laying restrained before him.

"Well Gav..." He said, making Vic freeze on the spot.

The younger feline stepped up beside his larger father, similarly dressed, only he was in a white harness with no collar, and a straining white jockstrap kept him modest. The only other thing both feline's wore were hungry grins.

"Ready for dessert?"