Crazy One Night Stand
After arriving on an island for a very strange game show. A cluster of characters assemble and create bonds with each other. Two characters in particular are quick to assemble and create a small powerhouse of a team. Watch what a crazy wild cheetah and another athletic feline do when they enter a hotel room for a one night stand only one will remember.
Crazy One Night Stand written by: Rot
"...We have a deal. Split the cash 70 30." A charming, deceitful, benevolent and manly voice echoed within the small confines of the neglected hotel room.
It had been several hours since the large group of contestants had arrived on the Island. The contestants ran the gambit from gentlemen to murderous insane. The bombay cat turned on his charm, even before crossing the ominous, military guarded, barricade and began to get to know some of the people in the large group. A few people in particular caught the cat's eyes, they were the ones he wanted to get to know first. He got the name of a musk ox, Joe Weiglmen and talked with an Olympic sprinter. But the one he found most attractive was a wild cheetah. He seemed to be untouched by modern life, his body was lanky and lithe and his wildness was sexy to him. Even as the bombay cat held a rope turned leash around the cheetah's neck.
Spots, walked along the floor of the room and hopped onto the dusty mattress and joined the shirtless cat. His fur hugged his body and shimmered in what little light that passed through the ripped curtains. It was afternoon now, it had taken the cat all morning to get the cheetah where he wanted him; beast like, but as a pet. Off to one corner of the room was a small pile sundry items and clothing. It consisted of the black cat's leather jacket, empty glass pickle jars and several bottles of grain alcohol; pure ethanol.
The cat stroked the cheetahs belly with his midnight black furred paws., "You're a natural hunter and a wild animal. But I trust you..."
The cat flinched as the cheetah turned into an aggressive, feral like beast. It's sharp claws scratched across the black cat's strong chest. His blood pooled in the shallow cuts masked by his fur. The cat found himself pinned by the snarling and hissing cheetah, panting in subtle fear. Both of his strong paws held above his head by one of the cheetah's paws. The other paw of the wild cat found its way under the cat's jeans. The cheetah's paws bared and wrapped around the cat's sack. It's sharp points pierced the skin, as he slightly tugged at the cat's large nut sack. Though in the vulnerable position, the cat never seemed to lose his cool as he stared at the cat's eyes with his own coppery green ones. His tail whipped on the bed in annoyance as red spots of blood began to seep through his jeans. The stare was soft, friendly, forceful and confident and seemed to sooth the beast as the animal instincts told the cheetah to ease up on the grips. He felt comfortable around the black cat.
"I see your point I shouldn't put all my truth into you, after all it's a game of chest and we're all kings--" The cat said before moaning.
During the cheetah's display of wild aggression, his sheath had filled and was now being gripped tightly by the cheetah. The cheetah growled and flicked his tail pawing the lithe cat under his jeans. A damp spot began to show in the jeans as the cat shuttered.
"Be a beast for me..." the cat asked the cheetah silently.
The cheetah grinned and took off the loop of rope, braided into a collar. He used the length of rope to tie down each of the cat's wrists. The black cat tested the bonds as the cheetah hissed and bared his sharp teeth at him. The cheetah continued to act wild and feral. His fur ruffled as he crouched over the bound cat. His sharp jaws lunged forward and snapped in the cat's face, inches away from actually biting the cat. It scared the male below who writhed to get away. Arms flexed as they tried to move up and protect his face from one of the cheetah's clawed paws. It swiped across his chest and barely scratched the surface of the cat. Though the cat was not really being injured, the effects where the same. Fear driving the cat's twisted pleasure. He loved being afraid.
His jeans bulged out with his arousal, unnoticed by the cheetah who had begun to growl a satisfied growl. Like a cat would do if they had just taken down their prey. The cheetah ground his body against the bloody chest of the cat and the firm tent in the jeans. The cheetah leaned his head down and took part of the cat's neck into his mouth. This caused the cat to moan loudly and when the cheetah began to pull his flesh away from his body made his entire body tense. His tent ground against the feral like cheetah as a dark spot began to form along one of the cats legs. It flowed out, the white and dark blue stain grew larger as the cat let out a large load.
The cheetah held the cat in his mouth a bit longer before releasing him. He would have killed the cat then, but he knew that he would be a useful tool in the days to come...
..."I don't trust that cat." A confident, youth filled and smooth sounding voice spoke. "He's just too friendly, it doesn't seem natural. Maybe he has skeletons in the closet."
"I think you're over analyzing John," A gruff, throaty voice responded to the jaguar. "He doesn't seem to have a real need to make any enemies. He kind of just goes with the flow" The musk ox started down the abandoned street, the tall, athletic jaguar followed behind. "Trust me I've met all sorts of people in my life--"
The stores around them illuminated from the inside. Some contestants where out on the street chattering away, while other where out and about to explore the island. "Yeah? Have those people been hostile toward you? I do not think you've been in front of a wall of media and fans that yell hateful and slanderous words toward you. I know those kinds of smiles, the one the cat had, he has two sides."
Both the jaguar and musk ox didn't want to be the one exploring, rather have some other poor sap to seek out the danger for them. The rumors of strange creatures and anomalies ran rampant throughout the ship during the transport over.
"He seems to have taken a fancy to you," the jaguar stated passively.
"Well he can fancy all he wants but he won't get any--"
"Hey look there he is." The jaguar pointed out to the older ox and pointed a clawed finger in the direction of the graceful and confident cat.
The black cat nodded a howdy doo to any of the contestants that had passed. His smile unfazed by empty threats of snarls and taunts given to him by some of the contestants, prisoner or prison guards something like that. He could tell by the way they held themselves, in a way of self-importance. It was to early in the game to be deceitful but early enough to get a target on your back. The black cat had his paws hidden within the outside jacket pockets. He began to walk through a propped open door on the side of the hotel. He opened it and entered the building.
The jaguar and musk ox followed the cat, curious onto where he was headed. The jaguar sprinted ahead and caught the door before it could latch. The cat had knocked the stone that held it open out of the door way. He looked behind him and then at the burly ox who sauntered over at his own pace.
"You coming or not Joe." The jaguar said a bit irritated at the slowness of the beast.
"I have no interest in stalking that cat, I'll stay here," Joe said with a bit of a huff. "You go ahead and have your fun John, I got to find a place to sleep."
The jaguar only growled lowly as he let the door quietly latch. Joe walked over to the lobby of the hotel to look for an available room key. John found himself in a dimly lit, concrete shaft. The stairs where in flights of six, each two sets equaled a floor. He could here the clomp of the cat's shoes as he traveled up the stairs. It sounded like the cat was two levels above. John began to climb the stairs quietly, stalking his prey to see if the cat was up to no good.
John followed the cat up to the top floor, seven levels up. He jumped a little as a door opened and shut loudly a few floors below. He looked over the side of the railing and looked down. A pipe of some sort spanned the entire length of empty spot that the stairs wrapped around. The jaguar's ears swiveled as he didn't hear any sound from the cat above. He began to walk up cautiously one flight of stairs. His body hunkered lower to the ground as he began to climb the last set of stairs. Slowly he prowled his way forward and soon the top of the door to the seventh floor came into view. As he took slow and calculated steps forward, more and more of the landing was revealed. He was shocked however to find that the landing was empty. The door had been chained and locked shut, the cat nowhere to be found.
John swiftly shot up onto the landing. He sniffed the air, the scent of leather still hung in the air. It seemed to solidify that the cat was in fact there at one point. The jaguar looked around first at the cold chain and lock that looked to be undisturbed for many years, then down at the ground. A neatly placed envelope at his feet. The jaguar leaned over and picked it up, it was addressed to John. Curious he opened the envelope and took out the paper within, a simple note scribed on the piece of paper. It read:
Nice try John, but you've lost your predator touch. To many drugs got your brain doing loops?
The cat growled and yelled to himself, "I didn't do drugs. I had to work for a body like this!"
John began to descend the stairs in a huff, if he didn't like that cat before, he hated him now. In his huff he was oblivious of the cheetah in front of him as he rounded a corner and slammed into him. The cheetah let out a yowl as he was startled. His neck fur ruffled as his tail straightened and bristled.
The cheetah spun on his feet and glared at the jaguar with a growl. John apologized to the cat and brushed off his shirt. The cheetah's expression softened though as his paw shot forward and stopped on the jaguar's strong chest. John was about to protest before he felt the strong cheetah paws rub and admire his sculpted pecs through his shirt. The cheetah meowed cutely and flexed his muscular torso for the strong jaguar. The cheetah's lithe and tantalizing frame exposed as he wore no shirt, the jaguar liked what he saw.
The cheetah let his hand slide from the jaguar's chest and subtly grope his crotch before he turned around and sauntering down the stairs. His thin tail swayed elegantly with his hips and seduced the jaguar to follow. Finally John was going to get to do something, the male still young and easily made horny. The cheetah guided the seduced jungle cat into a hallway and then down the dusty hallway of the hotel. Soon the couple found themselves in one of the many hotel rooms left vacant for many years. As soon as the door shut the cheetah became even more cat like and seductive. His tail groped at the strong and athletic jaguar's crotch. He looked back and growled sexily to John.
The cheetah got down on his hands and knees and rubbed against John's shin's like a cat. His stubby snout buried into his crotch giving the nylon covered shorts a nibble.
"Mm kitty cat want a taste of milk?" John snickered at his unintentional pun. He followed the cat who had began to walk and slide on top of the comforter of the bed. He laid on his back sexily, the top button of his jeans unbuttoned. The top of the cheetah's pubic hair exposed to the jaguar male. John inched his way over the cheetah, slow and seductive like. His paw delved into the cheetah's jeans and rubbed at the hard cock covered by the grey boxers. But he was caught off guard as the cheetah grabbed both of his wrists, twisted and turned so that the cheetah had John pinned.
"Wooah, strong cheetah. But your ass can milk a cock dry. What's your name?"
The cheetah didn't have time for small talk. The wild grin on the cheetah's muzzle was and indication to John that he was going to have a wild ride. A wrist held tightly in each of the cheetah's paws, they reached over to the side of the bed and fished two lengths of rope tied to the head board. The cheetah growled feral like as he ground his crotch into John's jeans. John protested a little but stopped as he watched the muscled body of the cheetah grinding above him and on his hard cock. He moaned a little and pulled on the restraints wanting to touch the cheetah, but the bindings held tight. John silently said to himself, "Kinky."
The strange cheetah fell to his hands over the bound jaguar, crawling slowly over his body. His tail dragged across John's chest as his ankles were bound together and attached to the foot board of the bed. Immobilized, John was at the mercy of the sexy, dangerous and wild cheetah. The cheetah stood above John as his paws moved to slide down his well worn, torn and faded jeans down past his thigh. He teased John with the sight of the top of his groin before turning. The crack of his firm butt showed to John as he slid his jeans all the way down. He bent over his round, heavy and pert balls peeked from under the pink tail bud. He stood and stepped out of his jeans. He posed above john and flexed his strong and wild back muscles for John.
He continued to tease John as he crouched down and rubbed his bare rump against the straining bulge in the athletic pants worn by the jaguar. The strong and snake like cheetah tail pulled against his strong back. The view of the jaguar's nylon covered cock that slid between the cheetah's cleft, turned John on more. The musky masculine scent began to rise from under the shorts. Sweat mixed with pre that pooled and collected, hidden by the nylon. The cheetah moaned a growl and turned to face John. His firm cheetah cock complimented his large orbs. It hung over them, weighted by it's own blood. He leaned forward and pushed the jaguar's tshirt up and exposed the rock hard abs. He dug his wet nose into the fur and took a deep sniff. He loved the smell of males.
The cheetah growled and purred at the sight of the bound jaguar. The deep, sweaty, masculine musk filled his nose. He used his sharp teeth to bite on the elastic of the shorts. He pinched the jaguar with his teeth and earned him a shuttering moan. The cheetah began to pull and tear the shorts off like a piece of meet until the jaguar's groin was exposed. With the bit of torn fabric in his muzzle, he whipped his head to the side and let it fly onto the floor. His nose shot under the jaguar's sweaty balls and began to inhale and lick the musk from under them. The jaguar's spire already out and in the open, it laid on his abs. The clear pre leaking onto his fur and matted it down.
The cheetah's rough tongue groomed the underside of the large, juicy and heavy balls, whisking away the scent and musk. He sucked first one, then the other of those juice balls into his mouth. His rough tongue licked all over the tasty ball sack before they fell out of his muzzle. The taste lingered on his tongue as he moved further up. He kissed and nipped at the jaguar's barbed length. His black lips kissed and sucked on the flesh here and there, sucking up the cock juice, drool and sweat. Soon his practiced mouth sucked in the flesh and began to bob his head. Both cats purred and moaned from the attention. John fed the cheetah copious amounts of tasty, salty pre. The cheetah's tongue was always there to lick it up as the tasty elixir flowed.
John could feel himself getting closer to his climax. The sloppy, sucking, wet sounds of the cheetah that worked his shaft enthusiastically, combined with the scent of his pre, musk and the cheetah's own arousal, drove him closer to the edge. His balls began to cinch close, his cock grew harder in the hot wet mouth. Expertly timed, the cheetah pulled off the cock and with his free paw began to stroke the jaguar to climax.
"Oh yes, keep going so close." John said as he felt his orbs once again wrapped around by the warmth of the mouth. The mouth suckled and teased the pulsing orbs. The cheetah's sharp teeth clenched just behind the large orbs. The mouth pulled at them as they began to fire and work their seed out. "Oh, yes...gonna cum!--" He yowled in pleasure, but excruciating pain at the height of his orgasm.
The first pulse of white cum shot out and over his fur. It coating his athletic front in cum. But his ejaculate soon turned red as the cheetah bit down hard on the contracting balls. His sharp fangs piercing the skin, ripping, tearing and severing the flesh from the Jaguar's body. The last spurts of orgasm, ejaculated only seminal fluid mixed with red blood. The cheetah pulled his head away and snapped the last bit of muscle attached to those huge juicy balls.
The cheetah sat up and resisted the urge to chew on his prize still warm in his mouth. The jaguar was in tremendous pain as his strong legs curled up toward his chest. His strong body, flexed as he tried to break free from the restraints. He yelled incoherent words that could be heard throughout the hotel floor. But the cheetah knew no one would come to his aid. The cheetah sauntered over to the side of the bed, a visual wet spot began to expand down a leg. His cheetah cum leaked into the denim as he fished out a jar filled with alcohol from under the bed. He openned his maw over the mouth of the jar and lets those exposed beautiful orbs out to splash into the alcohol bath. He twists the jar lid on tight before returning his attention to the jaguar. A fiendish grin on his face would tell anyone in the room that the cheetah was not finished...
...The musk ox had little luck outside among the town. He had explored the shore and the small town. He stocked up on some food and water bottles. He put them in his back pack and continued to browse the ominous ghost town. He heard the hustle and bustle of the other contestants around him but had his focus jerked as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around and met eye to eye with that black cat from earlier.
"You were the smart one to not follow. " The strange cat had a friendly smile on his face, "I think there was a real psycho hiding in that stairwell. I got away not to sure about that jaguar." He paused and let the musk ox relax. His nose flared as he caught the scent of the manly musk. It was true that musk oxs really did have a strong scent to them. So feral.
The ox obviously having a bit of a nerve issue being on the island where the name of the game was to survive. The cat continued, "You got a place to spend the night? I snagged a room in the hotel over there. It's a little dusty but it's still shelter."
The musk ox sighed in relief and pat the cat on his shoulder. The black cat's coppery green eyes stared at the paw sternly before they returned to the ox's face with a smile. "No thank you. I think I am fine right now--"
"It would be of great benefit to you and your family if you'd follow me Mr. Weigleman." The cat said softly but curtly. The friendly manner of the cat still came through the subtle threat. The ox didn't feel comfortable all of a sudden and took a step backward.
"I didn't tell you my last name, how do you know it?" The ox asked surprised and scared.
"Follow," was all he got from the cat as he walked out of the empty shop. The ox however reached out and grabbed the cat's arm and pulled him back.
"You didn't answer my question cat. I've had a bad feeling about you from the get go. Now you are saying my family is in danger?" The ox said with a huff.
"You're the one putting them in danger Joe. By not following me you will not get your answers." The cat snapped himself out of the males grasp and straightened his jacket with a loud growl. He stepped out of the store and almost seemed to vanish into the night.
The ox looked confused and debated on whether or not to follow the mysterious feline. But the looks he was being given by a rough group of men in the corner forced an answer. He followed the cat out of the store and into the night. He followed the cat into the hotel and only stopped when the cat stopped in front of a door. The ox looked over the smaller male's back as his tail flicked side to side. Something annoyed the cat but he wasn't sure what.
"I know your debts. I was sent here by the casino to make sure you win. They want their money back..." The cat unlocked the hotel room and turned around to face the ox. "Now I hope you don't mind, but I have a roommate who is busy with someone. I hope you don't mind." The cat had a grin on his face. Sharp fangs overlapped his lower lip.
"No I do not mind, what is he doing? Having sex with someone?"
The cat opened the door and allowed the ox to go in first. "Something like that."
The sight that greeted him was the jaguar, the proud and Olympic sprinter's body bound to the farthest bed. The door shut behind him, barely audible to his ears. His eyes focused on the cheetah above the jaguar. His face paled as he watched the cheetah tear open the Jaguar's chest. A sickening gurgling could still be heard. The sound seemed to originate from the jaguar's body. The cheetah busily ate up the large bit of skin he had pulled off. The jaguar's ribs exposed as the still beating heart could be seen under the ribs. The cheetah had a vicious look in his eyes. He turned his head and growled at the musk ox. The ox, over come by what he saw shot through the open door on his right. He found the bathroom then the toilet and began to heave whatever he had ate that day into the toilet.
The black cat only smiled and walked over to the bloody mess. The jaguar was still alive, eyes quivering in their sockets in absolute fear. He reached a paw out to pet the cheetah's head, his hair clumped and spiked, soaked in sticky jaguar blood.
"You see this John?" The cat says, "This is what a real cat looks like. Do you think he had to use drugs?"
The cat chuckled and moved to the night stand next to the blood soaked bed. He picked up the warm jar and studied it's contents.
"One down, one about to be go 33 more sets to go." The cat grinned and turned to the cheetah who growled as if to say 'yeah right, 32 more to go'. The cat only chuckled loudly as the cheetah snapped several of the jaguar's ribs out of the chest cavity. The heart still beat slowly as the cheetah sank his teeth into the organ...