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_The Yoke Hotel and Cafe is a bondage and domination-themed play area. Masters must possess a special access card to enter the premises. Very few are awarded and no amount of money can purchase one. All services are free for the Masters, though there are very strict rules they must obey. Masters pay yearly dues of fantastic amounts to stay members, although there are many scholarships to help the less well-off masters stay in good standing. Rich or poor, Masters are sought out who are above all good doms - class doesn't matter inside the club.

Bouncers enforce the rules. The staff bouncers are omnipresent and fanatical about the safety of the servants. Though usually huge, muscular, and more than a bit scary, they will only intervene when a Master breaks the rules regarding Servant safety. Oftentimes the bouncers will develop attachments to certain Servants and its been known for couples to form relationships that last past their time of employment at the club.

Servants are the backbone of the club. Though Servants are "paid" for their services, but also accrue debts for their housing, feeding, and care. In a form of indentured servitude, the Servants work on contracts, sometimes for years, to pay off their debts. Of course, nearly all find extraordinary employment after their time with well-connected Masters. Some even return to the club years later as Masters themselves._

The following stories were written on a livestream. People volunteered to be either "Masters" or "Servants." The game each round was chosen at random, as were the contestants. All characters are copyright their respective owners (gintasa & taki, bhawkes & werewolfjedi5 & shadohime & tigerdemon, presariorifle & squishyscales, ghost-otter & fvzzball & chocowolf, baaliam & skarlath & violetrosethorn & skarth, drakethefallen & fvzzball, yiffyhusky & Danath). The Yoke Hotel is (C) Danath.

_CONTENT:

Round 1: H/M, bondage, orgasm denial, tiger-taur, skunk.

2: M/M/M/F, spanking contest, wolf, tiger, ferret.

1. F/H, blowjob, oral, dragon, fox, contortionism, bondage.

2. M/M/M, orgasm denial, cum drinking, milking, otter, wolf, fennec-hybrid.

3. M/M/M/M, anal, rough, muscles, lizard, dragon, feline, wolf.

4. M/M, oral, anal, contortionism, restraints, bondage, cat-dog, fennec-hybrid.

5. M/M, oral, anal, sweat, tongue batch, feline, orca, muscle worship._

Round 1: Gintasa and Taki #15 - Dildo

Gintasa swiped hir pass card through the scanner. The large door to the Yoke opened, and the long kitsune/tiger-taur stepped into the lavish lobby. The staff at the front desk nodded, but Gintasa didn't stop at the counter. Instead, shi headed down one of the hallways branching off the lobby.

Shi passed through the restaurant, where the scent of sex hung nearly as thick as the scent of steaks and wine, but what shi was after lay deeper in the hotel.

Finding the proper room, the black-furred taur opened it and went inside.

The room was spartan. There was a bed, which Gintasa would probably have no use for, as well as a small mirror and sink. A towel hung neatly on the rack. Scent neutralizers had been used; Gintasa could not smell any scents, but one.

The blue-furred skunk hung from the wall, both wrists clamped into manacles bolted in firmly. His tail was pinned between his knees and his ankles were similarly clamped. His cock was erect, dripping, and strapped, preventing him from reaching orgasm.

There was a small table next to the short male with a bottle of lube and a small basket of condoms. The skunk had a large red ball-gag strapped in his muzzle and a blindfold. He could smell the tiger-taur, however, and leaned forward in his restraints.

Gintasa grinned at the bound male and licked hir lips. The lube was a special kind, one that would desensitize the skunk's cock. With a condom on top, the taur would be able to use him for hours, unlike most males who lasted less than twenty, at best.

Taki heard the door open and smelled the scent, but it was useless - a strange mix of both male and female. He squirmed, though, when he felt cold lube smeared across his aching cock. He'd been kept hard for hours already, waiting for a master to come and use him. Unfortunately, his was a lonely task, and none of the servants wanted to get the job.

After the lube, Taki felt a numbness spread along his cock and he whimpered around the gag in his muzzle. Then the snapping sound of a condom rolling over.

Gintasa grinned as shi turned around and lifted hir three striped tails. The skunk was a cute one - slim, short, but with a decent sized cock. The kitsune/tiger-taur backed up slowly, gasping when shi felt the head of the skunk's erection press under hir tail. The condom made sure the desensitizing lube would only work on the male, and not on the taur.

Gintasa pulled off hir shirt and tossed it on the bed, revealing three pairs of breasts in a row down hir chest. As shi slowly ground hirself backwards over hir living dildo toy, shi played with hir large pink nipples, stroking and teasing them.

The skunk squirmed in his restraints, but there was nowhere to go. Taki could feel a pressure around his cock, but nothing else, until multiple tails began to drift over his white-furred chest and belly.

Three tails? The skunk was confused, but without being able to see, he couldn't know what was going on in front of him. He tried to push forward, but whoever was riding him pushed back firmly, banging his hips against the wall. He whined as he felt thighs press into his own and whoever it was take him all the way to the base.

Gintasa groaned happily as shi worked hir aching feminine sex over the skunk's maleness. Shi'd been horny all day; this was just what shi needed. Between hir flanks, above where shi ground down around the skunk, hir maleness dropped from its sheath, thick and pink. As hir fingers splayed across hir middle pair of breasts, the tiger-taur's tails splayed across the skunk's chest and shoulders.

Shi heard the male whimper around the gag and smiled. Shi liked it when they tried to make noises.

Gintasa's long lower body flexed powerfully, muscles rippling under hir white-striped black pelt, as shi braced hir forelegs and pushed back firmly, backing hirself into the skunk over and over. Shi heard the skunk whimpering again as shi clenched down around him, but shi wasn't too worried - he wouldn't be feeling any of this anyways.

The taur leaned hir head back, letting hir long, faded black hair fall between hir shoulders. Biting hir lower lip as shi drove hirself over the skunk's erection again and again, shi felt hir orgasm approach and let out a low moan of pleasure.

Taki's ears perked when he heard that moan and he lifted his head, sucking in a few deep breaths through his nose. The moan was definitely male... but then, whatever was surrounding his cock wasn't.

The skunk shuddered as a few twinges of pleasure shot up his shaft, but between the desensitizing lube and the cock ring keeping him hard, there was no way he'd cum anytime soon. The tails wrapped around his chest, squeezing him, and he moaned through his nose as the tips flicked up to tease over his cheeks.

Gintasa looked over hir shoulder at the blue and white skunk. He was a cutie, no doubt about it. Maybe shi'd rent him later.

Those thoughts were pushed from hir head as shi shoved hirself hard against him, taking him fully as shi came suddenly. Hir breath caught in hir throat and shi stamped hir forefeet against the carpeted floor eagerly.

Beneath hir, the taur felt hir pink erection bobbing up against hir soft underbelly fur and shivered. Gintasa squeezed around the skunk's cock until shi was satisfied, then pulled off wetly. With a sigh of pleasure, the taur turned around and leaned forward, pressing against the skunk's chest. He started at the feel of hir breasts, but shi pawed over him anyways, petting his soft chest fur as shi licked at his jaw.

Taki felt the chest first, then the paws, and shuddered as whoever it was teased him. He couldn't help but drool around the ball gag in his muzzle and was surprised when his user licked over his cheek affectionately. Most were more of the fuck-and-run type, as he and some of the other servants called them; finding one interested in more than that was rare.

He felt fingers tug on his balls as many breasts pressed into his chest and belly. Whoever this was, he/she was stacked, that was for sure. The skunk whined around the gag again as the fingers tugged on his balls firmly. He couldn't feel much of his cock thanks to the gel, but his balls were as sensitive as ever.

The paws disappeared and, for a few seconds, Taki wasn't sure what would happen next. Then he felt heavy paws rest on his shoulders and a slim belly press over his gagged muzzle. Breasts rolled over his head.

A taur - that had to be it, the skunk finally realized as he lifted his muzzle. A smooth shaft pressed into his stomach and he automatically tried to reach for it, but he couldn't because of his manacles. The skunk whimpered uncontrollably as he felt a thick shaft slide over his belly and chest, over and over.

Gintasa smiled as shi leaned into the skunk. Shi bucked hir hind-hips forward, thrusting against him hard enough that hir balls were flopping back and forth meatily. Shi was leaving thick trails of pre-cum in the skunk's chest fur already. The tiger-taur loved how soft and silky he felt as shi drove hir erection along his front, until the head bumped up under his chin.

Shi curled hir forepaws over his shoulders and used hir regular hands to play with hir breasts again, teasing hir six nipples in order, as hir erection shaft pulsed dangerously. Hir hind legs trembled as shi grew close, and then came with another long moan.

The skunk beneath hir whimpered gratifyingly as shi sprayed several thick loads of spunk across his chest and neck, enough that it dripped messily down his stomach and thighs. He groaned around the ball gag, and Gintasa almost - almost - felt sorry for him as shi looked down and saw, between hir forelegs, his cock throbbing inside the condom, now almost half-full of the male's pre-cum.

With a satisfied sigh, Gintasa lowered hirself back to the ground, then leaned forward and licked the short skunk's cheek.

Shi gathered up hir shirt and pulled it back on, then used a towel and the sink to wash down hir junk; hir shaft was already retreating into hir sheath, though shi was sure it wouldn't be last time shi'd be using it tonight. In fact...

Shi glanced back at the blue and white skunk, then picked up the white courtesy phone hanging on the side of the door.

"Front desk."

"Yes, I'd like to rent the skunk in room 1220 for the night."

FIN

Round 2: Psi & Baylith & Shadohime & Tigerdemon #13 - Safeword Spanking

The room was completely dark, but there were murmurs of sound coming from one side. Two spotlights turned on and illuminated circles on the stage. In the center of each spotlight, a person hung from their wrists, toes barely touching the ground beneath them.

The one of the left was a wolfess. Shadohime, one of the rare female servants in the Yoke, was six feet tall, but weighed a scant 150 pounds, despite the large E-cup breasts hanging from her slim chest. At the moment, her muzzle hung down, gagged with a large red ball that strapped around the back of her head. Her wrists were tied tightly together. In one paw, she held a small metal cylinder with a black button on the top.

The one on the right was a tiger. He was gagged as well, but his head lifted when the lights came on, though he couldn't see into the darkness of the room past the light. His green eyes flashed, showing the tiniest spark of defiance, but he was as helpless as the wolfess. His paw held a similar metal tube in his paw, with a black button positioned under his thumb. The tiger was muscular, though still quite lithe.

Both wolf and tiger had their tails pinned up. A strap around the tip of each tail led to their wrists, holding them up and exposing their rumps.

There was a brief fanfare, then an announcer spoke over an intercom.

"Our contestants are Shadohime and Tigerdemon," the soft male voice said flatly. "The rules are the same: whichever servant presses their safeword button first will lose, but whichever master forces their servant to press first will win."

Another servant walked on stage as the lights came up a touch, holding a large gold-plated paddle in his slim paws. The feline displayed it to the audience, now just visible off the stage in front of the bound wolf and tiger.

"The prize tonight for the winning master is a gold paddle and the losing servant," the voice continued, as the feline walked off stage with the paddle.

"Will the masters please take their places?"

A light brown ferret with darker brown fur around his muzzle walked on stage from the crowd first to a smattering of applause. The ferret wore a casual business suit, but he took off the jacket and rolled up his sleeves as he made his way onto the stage. Psi grinned as he pondered the two servants, then stepped in front of Tigerdemon. The naked male leaned forward in his restraints as the ferret reached out and tickled him under the chin teasingly.

"Good kitty," Psi said, grinning hugely.

The second master was a wolf, covered in tri mono-grays, white, and black fur. He wore a pair of loose beige khakis and a button-up short-sleeved shirt. As he took his position in front of the wolfess, he nodded at Psi.

The feline that displayed the gold paddle earlier returned carrying two black stools. He set them down behind the wolfess and the tiger, then retreated once more.

The wolfess looked up at Baylith and almost smiled around her ball gag as she felt his paws slide down her hips. The wolfess wriggled in her restraints when Baylith tickled her.

"Are the masters ready?" the voice on the intercom asked.

Psi and Baylith nodded, and a few moments later, a short buzzer sounded.

Before the sound ended, both wolf and ferret had reared their hands back and delivered loud smacks to the wolfess and tiger, respectively. The sound of paw pads hitting furry rumps echoed through the room as a few people in the watching crowd whistled or cheered.

Above the wolfess and tiger, electronic counters turned on, both displaying a large red "1".

The first spank made Shadohime and Tigerdemon wriggle and jerk away. Baylith was a faster spanker than Psi, who took his time and aimed his shots. By the time the ferret had landed a second open-palm on the tiger's round rump, Baylith had got in two more sharp smacks. Where Psi went for the same spot, the wolf was more random.

The counters slowly ticked up.

Shadohime's eyes watered, but she tried to keep them open. Each spank made her large breasts jiggle. She stuck her rump out as best she could, moaning and gasping around the ball gag stuffed in her muzzle. Drool flung from her large lips as she tried to suck in breaths between each hit. Her trembling fingers inched closer to the button on the small metal tube in her shaking paw.

Tigerdemon was faring no better. The slightly-pudgy ferret grinned hugely as he watched the male feline trembling between each smack. Psi knew anticipation was worse than the actual sting, so he made sure to be random about the timing of his strikes.

The dark gray wolfess's rump twitched under the rain of blows from the multi-hued male, but she resisted the urge to hit the button. Her snorts and moans paused just after each spanking as her eyes went wide, then half closed again.

Tigerdemon's toes curled as Psi hit the same exact spot again. The ferret really knew how to follow through, and each spank made Tigerdemon's hips jerk forward lewdly, so that his sheath jiggled in front of him. The tiger's shaft fell out and danced around as he wriggled, and soon was as erect as it could be.

The counters showed the story: Shadohime's was at 14 and Tigerdemon's at 9.

Shadohime's eyes squeezed tight as Baylith paused, stepped to the other side, and resumed with his left paw instead of his right. The wolf was panting almost as hard as the bound wolfess. Shadohime's enormous chest shook as she tried to get her rump out further for the wolf's paw; her thighs were visibly damp with arousal.

Tigerdemon's cock dripped pre-cum onto the stage as he growled and purred His green eyes were wide and staring straight out and slightly upwards as he tried to prepare himself for the ferret's paw, but Psi's plan on using randomly-timed strikes was working quite well. Tigerdemon's fingers clenched around the tube and his thumb shoved just above the button.

16 - 12.

18 - 14.

22 - 17.

It was clear both Shadohime and Tigerdemon were tough as nails; both Psi and Baylith were tiring.

But Shadohime and Tigerdemon couldn't last forever. After another firm slap to the ass, one of them gave out...

Tigerdemon's thumb clamped over the button. Immediately, a buzzer sounded and, panting heavily, both Psi and Baylith stepped back.

Baylith looked disappointed; Shadohime looked only slightly relieved. Tigerdemon's head dropped as he breathed hard through his nose, his cock spurting thickly as he hung limply from his wrists.

The feline from earlier returned and presented the gold paddle to Psi as the audience applauded politely. The ferret grinned and used the tip of it to lift Tigerdemon's head up, making the feline look at him.

"Your ass is mine tonight, kitty," Psi said, grinning hugely.

The muscular tiger moaned, eyes squeezing shut as Psi let his head drop again.

Baylith came over, patted Psi on the back, and congratulated him for winning as both Shadohime and Tigerdemon were untied by other servants. While Shadohime got to go to the servants' quarters and apply ice to her aching rump, Tigerdemon was instead delivered, trussed up like a turkey, to Psi's hotel room.

The ferret laughed as he lazily let the paddle rest over his shoulder. He'd be up to test out its effectiveness on his tiger later in the night, but now for a few hours yet. Better to let the feline recover somewhat.

Besides... the anticipation was the worst part.

FIN

Round 3: Presario & Kailee #11 - Twenty-five Cents

Kailee sighed and tried to shift around, but there was nowhere to move. Only her head was visible, along with part of her neck. The rest of her body was inside of a metal box, about three feet square.

Inside the box, she was kneeling, ankles and knees strapped down tight. A pad against her lower back with a strap around her belly kept her from moving her hips. Her neck was firmly held by a leather collar that was attached to the rim of the hole through which her neck poked. Her forehead was pulled backwards, strapped back against the metal pole behind her head, keeping her looking up. Also attached to the pole was a flat metal bit that went inside her muzzle. It was smooth and rounded, but the metallic taste was slightly unpleasant.

The box in which the pink vixen was strapped sat in a hallway off of the main lobby of the Yoke's main floor. There were two other boxes, one on either side of her. She didn't know who was in them, but she could see a tiger's tail from the corner of her eye - one of them was in use, judging from the grunts and gurgles.

There was a clinking noise under her chin and Kailee looked straight ahead, then up. A tall black dragoness stood in front of her. Kailee's pink ears flicked back as she noticed first the dragoness's breasts were pierced. Several chains hung between each tit, and a few more hung down lower, attaching to a meaty shaft protruding upwards from the hem of the dragoness's tight black pants.

Kailee swallowed nervously as her eyes drifted over the length, from the pointed tip to the thick, knot-like base. The fine silver chains from the nipples wrapped around the base once before sinking down below the hem of the pants; there was no visible testicle-bulge, so the vixen wasn't quite sure what they connected to.

Sareesh smiled as she set a quarter down on the corner of the metal box. She noticed the vixen watched when she'd pulled out her cock and opened up her white shirt, letting her breasts hang out.

The dragoness picked up the quarter and stuck it into the slot on the side of the machine.

There was a humming noise as the metal bit inside Kailee's muzzle opened, forcing the vixen's jaws apart. An electronic timer in front of the vixen's pink neck showed "5:00" in blinking red letters; once Kailee's jaws were fully opened, it started to tick down.

Kailee's ears pinned back of their own accord when she heard the familiar clink of the quarter drop into the machine, triggering the mechanisms. As her jaws were forced open and held that way, inside the box, under her rump, a fat dildo began to slide forward.

The vixen gasped and whined as it pushed firmly into her well-abused pussy. The dragoness leaned over to the side and glanced through the see-through plexiglass window, watching as the large dildo moved back and forth slowly, triggered by the quarter to begin encouraging the servant in the box to do a good job.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Sareesh gripped her erection at the base and leaned forward. The front of the box had two grooves, padded, where a user could place their thighs. Sareesh took advantage of this as she pressed the tip past Kailee's lips.

The black dragoness hissed with pleasure as she felt Kailee's pale green tongue slide against the underside of her shaft, and pushed in roughly, until she felt the tip hit the back of the vixen's throat.

Kailee shuddered, but she couldn't do anything in response; the only part of her body of which she had any control was her tongue, which she used as best she was able. As the dildo inside the box drove deeply into her, again and again, she trembled and moaned hotly around the dragoness's shaft.

Sareesh reached down and stroked over Kailee's ears, petting the vixen's long white hair, currently pulled back in a severe ponytail, then began to slowly thrust, drawing her cock back until only the tip was in before sliding all the until the vixen's throat closed.

The timer showed Sareesh had less than four minutes left. The dragoness made a purring noise as she pressed forward and remained there, tip planted in the back of the vixen's throat. Kailee shivered and moaned through her nose as her throat involuntarily swallowed. Her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her muzzle by the thickness of the dragon's shaft.

The vixen's whole body went taut as she came; the dildo brought her to orgasm, but didn't stop, and Kailee's eyes shut as she swallowed even harder around the dragoness's tip, inadvertently pulling it deeper.

Sareesh smiled as she felt the vixen trembling, knowing that the dildos used in these machines were designed to make the servants cum as much as possible. The dragoness leaned forward, putting both palms flat against the wall behind the box, and shoved forward roughly, forcing the vixen to deep-throat more of her shaft. The thick bulge of the knot-like base squeezed past Kailee's teeth before Sareesh pulled back.

Two minutes left. Sareesh frowned. She was enjoying this far too much and didn't want to rush things.

The black dragon snapped her fingers at a passing servant and fished out a bill from the pocket of her shirt.

"Quarters," she said, handing him the note. The servant nodded and ran off.

Kailee heard the exchange and whined through her nostrils; the noise was abruptly cut off when Sareesh's hips flexed backwards, then drove in firmly. The dragoness did this, again and again, until the last two minutes were done.

The machine beeped a warning and Sareesh pulled out. The vixen coughed once before the machine clamped her muzzle shut.

The servant returned and handed Sareesh something. Kailee peered upwards, but couldn't see what it was until the dragon turned back towards her.

The vixen whimpered as the memory of the dildo sent a little thrill up her hips. The dragoness had a roll of quarters, ten dollars worth, and was unwrapping them, one by one, and lining them up on the box.

FIN

Round 4: Kitt Fawx & Ghost Otter & Timberwolf #4 - Milked

Kitt and Jack walked into the restaurant, where a tall, lanky otter servant hustled up to greet them.

"This way, sirs," he said, bowing slightly as he guided them to a table. After they sat, he handed them each a menu, then politely bowed and left.

"What are you in the mood for?" Kitt asked. He was short, only four feet tall, and dressed in an expensive, custom-tailored black suit. A slick red silk shirt and white tie gave him a dapper appearance. His long, large ears flicked towards Jack.

The blue-green otter opened his menu and glanced at it. "Not sure... they have good fish here."

Kitt didn't bother opening his menu and instead fiddled with the fancy cloth napkin wrapped around his silverware.

"Sounds good to me. Just order me something, don't mind what."

The waiter reappeared a few minutes later and took their orders - two of the fish special.

"And what would Sirs like to drink?" the servant asked.

Kitt glanced at Jack. "Any ideas?"

Jack glanced at the back of the menu. "You ever had the Tap Special?" he asked the fennec-arctic fox-timberwolf-Tamasakan husky cross on the other side of the table.

Kitt shook his head. Jack handed their menus to the waiter.

"We'll have that, and two waters."

"Yes, Sir," the lanky otter waiter said, bowing again before turning to march off to the kitchen.

"What's the Tap Special?" Kitt asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jack smiled and shook his head. "You'll see."

The waiter came back with their waters, then about ten minutes later with their meals. Jack and Kitt conversed in between, discussing the business trips they were planning, as well as what they planned to do to spend their free time in the Yoke after they ate.

Their conversation stopped when, along with their meals, a well-built wolf, just over six feet tall, with white fur was led to their table. He was naked but for a collar and lead, which was attached to a ring under the side of the table. His erection waved in front of him, drooling slowly; a cock ring around his knot kept him hard.

Kitt glanced at Jack, who smiled back and reached for a shot glass sitting to the right of his water glass. Holding it under the tip of the wolf's cock, he reached with his other paw and squeezed the male's knot.

Timber closed his eyes and tried not to moan, but couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips when the otter's blue-green paw gripped his knot. A few bursts of thick pre-cum drizzled into the shot glass.

The otter repeated the procedure with the other shot glass and handed it, half full, to Kitt.

"What they do," Jack explained, "is feed 'em only fruit for a week. Pineapples, oranges, mostly citrus, right? So it makes their cum taste amazing. Plus, it goes great with the fish - like white wine, you know?"

Timber started to pant as a stream of pre-cum drizzled from his tip. The otter was right - he'd been eating nothing but fresh fruit and pineapple juice for a week. But he'd also been taking plenty of supplements that built up his cum loads, and his balls at the moment felt like they were going to explode, as he'd been stimulated for hours before being sent out to the table.

The wolf shuddered and clenched his paws to his sides, remaining completely still - or as still as he could, as his body trembled with arousal.

Jack and Kitt raised their shot glasses in a toast before tossing back the contents.

The short fennec-crossbreed smacked his lips and smiled. "What do you know!" he exclaimed happily. "It tastes pretty good!"

They both started eating and taking turns using their wolf to refill their shot glasses. Kitt found it great fun to drag his claw-tip along the underside of the tall wolf's cock, until a few thick strands would pulse out. Jack preferred the direct method and would just grab and pull on the canine's knot.

Timber's cock throbbed constantly as the ache to cum intensified, but with the tight leather cock ring strapped firmly around the base of his shaft, he knew that was unlikely. Pre-cum drizzled down the tip, rolling into his sheath and over his thighs as the two males ignored him, except when they wanted a refill.

By the end of the meal, Kitt and Jack were fairly stuffed - the fish meals were large and filling. Plus, they'd both enjoyed the wolf's tasty spunk and had used him to refill their glasses more than half a dozen times each.

Kitt drained his water glass, then set the empty cup under the wolf's tip. As he conversed with Jack about the best airlines to travel with, he idly ran his claws under the wolf's cock, watching with half an eye as the male's pre-cum splattered into the glass.

Jack said something funny, and they both laughed. Before long, Kitt had almost forgotten about the wolf, or what his claws were doing.

"You going to drink all that?" Jack asked dubiously, eying the clear glass cup.

Kitt looked and was shocked by the wolf's ability to produce.

Timber wasn't so surprised, but the wolf was gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut. His tail had curled between his legs and the merest of whimpers were coming out of his muzzle. Timber hadn't been teased while on Tap duty in a long time, or at least, not to the extent the short fentictimsky had teased him.

The glass cup was nearly full. Five inches tall and a few inches across, the tumbler was only an inch from overflowing, and more pre-cum was still dripping from Timber's thick red shaft. The wolf's whole body trembled and his fur stood on end.

Kitt pulled his claws away finally.

"Oh, woops!" the small male said, laughing. "Guess I overdid it, huh?"

Jack shook his head, whiskers twitching with amusement. He was about to speak again when the tall, lanky otter waiter came back.

"Will Sirs be ordering desert?" he asked, gathering up their empty plates. He refilled Jack's glass with water and was about to fill Kitt's when he noticed it was full of something else.

The otter nearly blushed as he quickly stood up straight.

"I'm good on desert, you?" Jack said.

"I'm fine, no desert for me."

"Very well, Sirs. Please call for me if you need anything else."

The waiter headed off and Jack looked again at the glass.

"Seriously, you going to drink all that?"

Kitt shook his head. "No, I'm too full."

Both of them looked up at the wolf at the same time.

"Be a shame to waste it," Jack mused.

"Definitely a shame."

Timber didn't like where this was going, and his ears twitched rapidly before folding down against his head.

"Hey, you," Kitt said. Timber, with some difficulty, opened his eyes.

"Nnnngg... yes, Sirs?" he said, just barely above a whisper. His cock was almost painfully hard now and he swore his white sac was turning blue.

"Drink this for us," Jack said, pointing at the cup.

The wolf's paw reached out and hesitated only a moment before grasping the glass. More thick pre-cum drizzled down his shaft and into the black and silver-streaked white fur on his thighs as he lifted the glass to his lips. The lead prevented him from tipping his head back, so he had to awkwardly lap at the liquid instead of drink it outright.

Jack laughed and leaned back as he watched; Kitt stood up and grabbed his coat.

"C'mon, Jack, let's get out of here," the fentictimsky said. "This makes me wanna visit the theater."

Jack nodded and followed. He pinched the wolf's rump as he passed.

"Drink it all now, that's a good boy," the otter said.

Timber closed his eyes and sighed as he lapped at his own pre-cum. It did taste pretty good, he had to admit, but the act was making him blush and curl his long white tail even further between his legs.

The waiter came back and led him away; he was able to drain the rest of the glass when he could lean his head back. He noticed Jack and Kitt watching and nearly blushed again; the two males were in discussion with the maitre d' and gesturing towards him.

"Looks like you're getting called for production," a servant called to him as he walked through the doors to the kitchen. "They want a half gallon. Each."

FIN

Round 5: Baaliam & Scanthra & Violet & Skarth #10 - Race

The room was the same as before, for the last game. The lights were off, but again, two spotlights turned on, illuminating two circles with bright white light.

On the left, a skinny, very feminine black cat knelt. Leather straps attached to the floor with bolts were fastened around Shard's ankles, knees, and wrists. His wrists were pulled straight down and slightly back, so that he was kneeling upright, narrow chest slightly curved.

His sheath was still limp between his legs, and he had no other equipment on. He glanced towards the audience, but the light was too bright and he couldn't see into the dark audience.

Facing him was a fuzzy dragon. His chest fur was a pale gold, while the rest of his body was coated with soft white down. He was bound similarly to the black feline, with his wrists pulled back in a kneeling position.

His sheath was also limp, but he was so close to the black feline they touched occasionally. Skarth glanced around as well, and flicked his pale blue-tipped ears. His wings were folded and pinned behind his back; the dragon wasn't allowed to unfurl them while on the stage.

His smooth belly and hips pushed out against Shard's. The dragon wasn't much larger than the feline, and both were on the skinny side of things, though their fur gave them slightly rounder appearances.

The same announcer as before came on the intercom.

"Our contestants are Shard, on the left, and Skarth, on the right," the smooth voice said. "The rules for this game are as follows: the first servant to cum wins. The first master to make his servant cum wins."

There was a pause, then the voice again as Skarth and Shard glanced at each other nervously.

"Will Masters Skarlath and Baaliam please enter the stage?"

There was some rustling in the audience, then a huge, burly wolf strode onto the stage. Deep red fur covered the huge male's entire body. The stage's floor trembled as he walked across it. Clad only in a pair of tight blue jeans that showed off a quite impressive bulge, the incredibly muscular wolf took a position behind Skarth, standing behind the much smaller male with a smile on his lips.

Skarlath grinned as he undid the button on his jeans and unzipped; already the wolf was getting a little hard. The dragon was cute, with a nice, round rump, and the wolf was excited to have a chance to tap it.

A smaller, more lithe red lizard followed. Dressed in tattered black jeans, a black shirt, and a spiked leather collar, he was more a punk or goth master than most of the other masters, who tended towards suits and class. Baaliam preferred things rougher and messier, and he wasn't happy with his competition - the wolf looked like he knew his way around a rump.

Still, Baaliam smiled as he examined his servant. The feline was shivering with anticipation already - the lizard could taste Shard's arousal in the air.

Stripping off his shirt and pants, Baaliam grunted as he grasped his cock and gave it a few firm strokes. He glanced at Skarlath, seeing the big wolf doing the same.

"Will the Masters please take their places?" the intercom asked.

Baaliam knelt behind the feline and stroked his smooth fingers down Shard's trembling hips. The cat gasped as Baaliam leaned over and tasted Shard's fur with his tongue. Skarth, for his part, was staring in near shock straight ahead, glassy eyed, as he felt the red wolf's massive paws completely circle his hips. A huge length flopped over his backside; the small dragon wasn't sure how he was to be expected to take such a length.

A few more servants approached and spent the next few minutes lubing both the masters and servants, in the process getting Skarlath and Baaliam quite hard. That accomplished, the servants left, and the buzzer sounded a few moments after that.

Skarth's muzzle opened in a cry as he felt Skarlath's erection nestle between his white-furred cheeks, seeking the scaled entrance to his tight rump. The wolf's fingers pulled his cheeks to the sides as the fat head ground forward roughly. The wolf had tried not to get too hard; it would make it easier if he were inside the smaller male first.

Baaliam took things a little slower. The goal was to get the servant to cum, not just fuck 'em. The lizard's red fingers stroked over Shard's smooth backside and teased under his tail before lifting it away, then he pressed the tip of his light red shaft to the feline's tailhole. The cat moaned and pushed back.

Baaliam was sorely tempted to drive himself in right then and there - the skinny, feminine feline's rump was perfectly round and firm under his fingers. But he held off, instead working himself forward slowly as Shard's hips jutted outwards.

Skarth's sharp cry of pleasure echoed through the room as the massive red wolf managed to get the head of his thick shaft inside the small, white and gold-furred dragon. Skarth's tail whipped back and forth in a frenzy and his ears flicked madly as he arched his backside. His hips pressed forward, and his sheath rubbed over Shard's.

Skarlath's groan of pleasure echoed in Skarth's ears. The wolf's claws dragged over his chest as the wolf pushed in deeply, more than filling his rump. The dragon's cries cut off as he sucked in a few huge breaths, head falling back against the wolf's chest. He hadn't had to take such a big shaft in a long time, and he was glad for the copious amounts of lube that had been used to prepare him.

Shard's hips ground forward as Baaliam pressed in smoothly. The lizard's shaft was firm and thick, but not anywhere near the size of Skarlath's. Still, Baaliam was big enough for the skinny little cat, who bit his lip and whimpered. Shard's cock pushed out of his sheath, rapidly getting hard as he was pushed forward against Skarth.

The dragon and feline rubbed together awkwardly as the males behind them pressed in deeper. Baaliam was able to start a slow, steady rhythm quickly. It took Skarlath longer; the male's cock was just too big to get started without first breaking in the dragon.

Soon the moans and whines of both Shard and Skarth filled the air. Their chests rubbed together, along with their erections. Baaliam moaned as he pulled on the skinny feline's hips, thrusting in deeply, trying to work Shard's prostate.

Skarth's belly bulged with the size of the cock stuffed up his rump. His fingers clenched tightly into his palms as the wolf relentlessly pressed deeper. Skarlath grinned as he saw the two small males rubbing against each other; he pressed Skarth's head forward suddenly, forcing him to kiss the feline.

There was a sudden clench around Skarlath's cock and he grunted pleasurably, then watched as Skarth and Shard made out, tongue caressing each other as their cocks began to throb and drip.

Baaliam was having trouble. He was getting close to cumming, but Shard was yet to shoot. The lizard was forced to slow his thrusts, instead keeping himself hilted deep in the feline. Baaliam hoped his strategy would pay off; from the jerks and bumps Skarth was making, he was sure the big red wolf was pounding happily away the small dragon's ass like it was going out of style.

Skarth was, in fact, getting wrecked pretty hard by the wolf. Skarlath's style took no prisoners, and the wolf's erection plunged in deep. The dragon could feel himself heading towards the edge, and his tongue shot forward, into Shard's muzzle, as he was pressed forward heavily. The restraints pulled at his wrists almost painfully, but that enormous cock in his rump made him forget everything else.

There were murmurs in the crowd; both of the servants were obviously close. Their cocks were spurting pre-cum onto each other and their small, flat chests mingled thick fur as they continued to kiss. Drool dribbled down their lips and chins messily as they moaned and huffed and panted.

Baaliam grit his teeth and started to hump more heavily. He gripped Shard's tail at the base and pulled, making the feline yowl, as he shoved forward roughly. The lizard's thick pre-cum was dribbling back out of Shard's rump, but he didn't think he could keep this pace up without adding his cum shot to it. He could feel Shard clenching, though; just a few more thrusts...

Skarlath groaned as he leaned over Skarth, paws grasping the smaller dragon's hips. They'd been instructed that touching the servants' cocks was not allowed, but the big male desperately wanted to feel the small dragon clench around him, and getting him to cum would do that. The red wolf's muscles flexed as he pressed his hard chest and six-pack into the dragon's wings.

Skarth gasped, ass clenching. He was close now... if the wolf would just go a touch deeper...

Baaliam's hard humping paid off. The skinny black feline pulled his muzzle back from Skarth's tongue with a slurp and, yowling loudly, shot thick streams of cum across the dragon's chest and belly.

Baaliam grunted as the skinny feline's tight rump clamped down on his cock and came a few seconds later. His fingers clutched at Shard's skinny chest and belly as he pulled the cat heavily backwards, keeping his cock buried to the hilt.

The buzzer sounded, indicating there'd been a winner, but Skarlath and Baaliam had both been told the master with the losing servant would still be allowed to finish up. The wolf reached around and grasped Skarth's cock in his giant paw.

The touch was what the dragon needed, and with a gurgling moan, Skarth came, shooting messily into the wolf's big paw pads.

Clenching around the big male's cock, Skarth shuddered as he felt the wolf cum. His bulging stomach filled rapidly with the wolf's seed; more of it was pushed out of his stretched tailhole, around the red canine's thick cock.

The race was over, and after a few minutes both masters slowly pulled out of their servants. A couple more came on stage and released the two as the voice spoke over the intercom again.

"As a punishment for losing, Servant Skarth will clean the winning team, and his own master."

There were no towels offered to the fuzzy, cum-soaked dragon, however, and he knew better than to ask. As the three males stood around him, he knelt. Baaliam smiled at Shard and squeezed the feline's shoulder as Skarth's tongue began to clean off his cock.

The huge red wolf shrugged as he draped his half-hard shaft over the dragon's shoulder and smiled when Skarth's paw tugged it slowly, milking it for more cum.

"Can't win 'em all," the wolf said.

FIN

Round 6: DrakeNox & Kitt Fawx #16 - Boxer

The slim black feline-canine hybrid signed the paper with a flourish. The servant behind the counter took the paper, filed it, and went into the back room.

Drake tapped his foot as he waited and rubbed the front of his black slacks; already he could feel his sheath getting firm. He squeezed himself and adjusted, so that his underwear wasn't wrapping so tightly around the tip, and sighed when his shaft pushed out a few inches.

The slim male smiled when he saw the servant return, towing what looked like a large square suitcase on rolling casters behind him. There was a slot in the counter, and it was through this the servant pushed the suitcase.

Drake grasped the handle, tipped it to an angle to roll it more easily, and walked down the hallway, room key in hand.

Inside the box, Sean grunted. The flexible, short fennec-husky was cramped and confined. A strap around the back of his head forced his muzzle up against the front of the box; generous padding filled in the rest, holding his neck and chest in place. His knees were bent, surrounded by foam, so that they couldn't move, keeping his rump pressed to the other side of the box, towards the bottom.

The fennec-husky's naturally curly tail was pulled up, over his backside, leaving his tailhole against the padded interior. Despite the jostles and bumps as he felt the box being rolled, the inside's padding kept him reasonably comfortable.

There was a small, two-inch high and six-inch wide panel in front of his eyes, allowing him to see out. It was one-way, so nobody was able to see in. He hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of the person who rented his box yet, unfortunately, but the muffled voice he'd heard was of medium pitch, with a slight feline accent.

He saw the chairs and tables of the restaurant, then he was tipped forward and parked next to a table. He heard the handle being pushed down, and then the box was scooted farther under the table.

Drake had planned to go straight to his room, but the scents coming from the restaurant smelled far too good, and his stomach rumbled. Deciding to get a quick bite, he ordered and ate rapidly - his cock was still about half-hard in his pants and he wanted to take care of it.

The food was good, though, and he ended up lingering for almost an hour and a half. As he sipped the beer he'd ordered, he drummed his fingers on top of the box steadily.

Finished, the hybrid canine-feline stood up and left, pulling his luggage along with him.

Sean had nearly dozed to sleep while waiting for his renter to eat. Fortunately, the fennec-husky had ate and performed all other necessary functions before getting put in the box. He'd be in here for eight hours, at which point he'd be collected and returned.

Drake got back to his hotel room and hefted the box up onto the bed. It wasn't very heavy, but the boxes never were. They typically used smaller males for these jobs, though once he'd seen a box that was nearly three times this size, as big as a refrigerator.

There was a small knob on the front of the box, which Drake pulled back. He saw a small red tongue flick out and drape out of the hole. Purring, Drake pulled off his suit jacket and shirt, then unbuckled his pants.

Inside the box, Sean would have grinned were he able. The feline who'd rented him was quite attractive. But his eyes widened when, through the slot, he noticed the male's cock. It was quite thick and had a knot forming at the base, but there were also quite noticeable barbs under the head.

Sean felt his cock twitch warningly and, though his ears were folded back, he wished he could force them flatter to his skull.

Drake glanced at the box as he pulled off his socks. The red light next to the handle was blinking, signifying that the servant inside was growing aroused. The feline-canine noticed he'd been undressing in front of the view port and smiled. Moving closer, he let his hips slide side to side, making his cock drift in front of the one-way panel. The red light went steady.

Leaning over and checking the controls, Drake pressed the "Stimulate" button for a second. The box shivered and a faint, muffled moan could be heard coming from inside. The feline-canine hybrid purred sadistically and pressed the button again, holding it for nearly five seconds this time.

The box vibrated and the moaning increased. Drake noticed the tongue pull back through the hole under the view port.

Grasping his cock, Drake pressed his hips forward and slid the half-hard shaft into the hole, where it was engulfed with a warm muzzle. Narrow, small teeth... probably a fox of some kind, Drake thought. Good tongue on this one, though, and he shivered as he felt the servant's muzzle swallow him eagerly. It didn't take long for Drake's cock to harden, and he pumped rapidly against the box, growling at the tightness of the servant's throat.

Inside the box, Sean's eyes closed and he focused on his breathing as the renter pumped forward. The feline's cock was nice and thick, but he was rough, and Sean had to be careful about getting enough breaths in before thrusts or he'd gag.

He had just settled his rhythm when the cock was shoved deeper than before. At the same time, the current flowed, sending a gentle stimulation through his cock that made his throat seize up.

He heard the male's groan of pleasure and started to wriggle frantically; the button was sending electricity up his cock, making it tingle deliciously, and his throat was squeezing so hard around the barbed shaft he couldn't take a breath.

Finally, after an eternity, the electricity cut off and the cock withdrew. Sean sucked in a few heavy breaths, but then the slot in the front closed abruptly. He opened his eyes and peered out the view hole, but he couldn't see the male anywhere. He'd no doubt had experience with the boxes before - only a few people figured out the stimulate trick when deep throating.

Sean shuddered, gasping still, and yipped when the box suddenly tipped forward. The viewhole was blacked out by the blankets on the bed, but he felt the draft as the rear hatch slid open.

There was little fanfare, and the fennec-husky's limbs twitched against the supportive foam as the male drove deeply into his exposed tailhole.

Drake shuddered as he pressed forward, sinking his barbed cock firmly into the male's rump. He could see white fur and the beginnings of a tail - possibly an Arctic fox? Drake couldn't be sure, but that was part of the fun. Foxes were most common to find in the boxes, but felines were popular too. One time he'd found an equine, and had used that box for every minute he'd had it. The whickers were incredible.

Drake groaned as he pumped his hips forward roughly, feeling the slick lube that had been pre-applied to the servant in the box before he'd rented him. His barbed shaft squeezed past the small male's narrow rump cheeks. Maybe... five feet tall, at the most, Drake thought. Tight, too, which was nice. Some of the box-servants were loose enough to drive a train through.

Drake leaned forward, putting his full weight into his thrust, until his knot scraped past the outside edges of the hatch and ground against the male's ring. The black-furred feline-canine hybrid gripped the edges of the box as he pumped his hips forward, bracing his legs on the bed behind him. He could hear moans and grunts from inside the box as his knot worked in deeper.

Sean shuddered as he felt the knot stretch him. The barbs were bad enough - they'd rubbed over his insides until he was raw. But this knot was thick and hard, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to help but cum when it went in. Box-servants were typically allowed to cum, unless they were being stimulated with the button by the master who rented them.

Drake noticed the steady red light by the handle start to blink rapidly. The feline's smile grew. He liked a servant that couldn't help himself. Thrusting in hard, the tall male popped his knot past the servant's ring, tying with him. The red light went out, and Drake shuddered as he felt the spasming ass tighten around his knot, milking him.

He came a few moments later, hips pushing in hard and backside curling up and away. His claws scraped the box's edges as he emptied his balls deep into the male trapped inside the small box.

When finished, however, he tugged on his cock, and found himself firmly tied. Sighing, he leaned on the box, propping his paw up under his chin, and reached over for the remote for the television.

Sean heard the television come on, but the fennec-husky's mind was still too rattled to process it. His ass spasmed around the cock buried inside him; he couldn't help but milk it. And his cock was still hard. Those barbs scraped his inner walls, making him ache for more.

Drake noticed the flashing red light - slow, indicating mere arousal - and then it went steady. The male laughed and tugged his hips playfully; the entire box jerked and shook as the male inside wriggled uncontrollably at the teasing.

Drake pressed the stimulate button by the handle and held it down until the light flashed, then released. The flashing light steadied after a minute. Drake waited, then pressed the stimulate button again, sending more electricity through the servant's cock. Just as the light flashed, Drake released, cutting off the flow.

The groans from inside the box were loud, much louder than he'd ever heard before from any of his boxes. This was interesting, the male thought, as he waited for the red light to steady again.

Drake continued to tease, using the light to gauge how close the servant was. He used the button and his knot to keep bringing the male to the brink, then stopped. The way the male's ass squeezed around his knot was about the best thing he'd felt in months, and Drake made a mental note of the box number so that he could rent it again tomorrow.

Finally, though, Drake felt his knot shrink enough that he could pull free. He jammed his finger into the button, and this time when the red light started to flash rapidly, he kept it down. The box shook underneath him, vibrating. Drake laughed and, as the light went out, he pulled back.

Sean hadn't cum so hard before, ever. When the knot was pulled from his ass, he shot a bigger load of cum than he thought himself capable of. The inside of the box was nearly drenched with his seed and the smell was everywhere. He'd spend several hours cleaning it out, at least. But it was worth it.

When Drake tipped the box back upright, he got a glimpse at the male's cock and gulped - it was half-hard again already, and the knot wasn't quite going down all the way.

Drake knocked on top of the box. "Round two's coming up!" he said loudly, so that the servant inside could hear him. "You still enjoying yourself?"

Drake pressed the stimulate button again, until the red light flashed slowly, then grabbed the television remote. This was a no-no, but he didn't think the servant would complain. Leaving the weight of the remote to hold the button down, Drake went to the bathroom and took a shower. When he came back, the light was off, so he took the remote away, releasing the button - the electricity could only be delivered for a few minutes at a time anyways before it shut off automatically.

The box was still, but the whole thing jerked when Drake rapped on it again. "Open wide!" the feline purred, opening the front hatch. "Or you'll get the button again!"

FIN

Round 7: Darwen & Sente #14 - Tongue Bath

Darwen's chest heaved as he forced the bar back up over his body, until his elbows straightened. The large orca's stomach flexed as he brought the bar back down, until it was just over stretching pectorals.

The orca's thick, rubbery skin creased as he powered the bar back up. He spread his legs for more stability as he reached the apex of the lift; white-skinned fingers and wrists brought the bar back down once more.

Sweat poured off the orca's smooth body, rolling down the crown of his head and over his short neck. A drop fell from one black nipple, landing on his side, just below his armpit. More sweat rolled down his strong muscle-gut, pooling between his legs, above the stretched-out yellow speedo currently struggling to contain his shaft and tennis ball-sized nuts.

The orca's tail thumped against the floor twice as he powered the bar back up. White underneath, like the insides of his thighs, and black on top, the powerful appendage landed with a deep boom on the smooth tiled floor. Darwen's sharp white teeth grit together and he curled his toes, exhaling on the upwards push. The orca's thick male scent flooded the room as he forced himself to do three more reps, before lowering the bar onto the holders with a loud clang.

Darwen lay back, relaxing for several long minutes as more sweat rolled down his thick skin. His white, round belly heaved as he sucked in air, and he could feel the tendons in his legs trembling with the effort of lifting the 600 kilograms of weight.

Darwen slowly sat up and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. His stomach squeezed his cock and balls as he wiped his brow with his fingers, then pushed his small glasses higher up his broad, short snout.

Standing, the tall orca walked slowly to the side of the room, where there was a small water cooler and a stand of towels. Darwen grabbed one and wiped off his forehead; it came away as wet as though he'd held it under a faucet. The big male snorted and glanced at the servant on duty behind the gym's counter.

"Go get a shower ready for me," he said. The servant nodded and rushed past him into the locker room.

Darwen got some water, then adjusted the bulge in his speedos - his cock had a tendency to slide up along the crease of his thigh and stomach, where the stretchy material tended to pinch the head if he didn't adjust it. If only speedos were made in his size, he thought.

The orca walked through the empty gym to the locker room. It was late at night, and none of the other Yoke Hotel guests were around.

The orca glanced towards the shower room, where another servant was waiting for him, a slim tiger. The male wore a small black speedo and a loose leather collar, and held a stack of white towels. Darwen's eyebrow shot up as he noticed the male's large bubble-butt; the white fur between the tiger's cheeks formed a perfect heart shape.

The male sniffed the air and turned towards Darwen, and started in surprise at the size of the orca. He approached slowly and bowed.

"Your shower is ready, Sir," he said, motioning towards the open shower stalls. "Will you be requiring any help tonight?"

The orca grinned and sat down on the bench in front of his locker. He sniffed and rubbed his snout with his forearm. A hot shower sounded wonderful right now. But his eyes drifted upwards, towards the signs above the entrance to the shower area.

One showed a male stick figure under a showerhead, with an arrow pointing upwards. Another showed a stick figure sitting on a bench, with a stylized cloud of steam - the sauna room. The arrow on that one pointed to the right. The last pictogram showed a male stick figure and, next to it, a large tongue.

Darwen grinned and pointed. "Yeah - I'll take that one."

The tiger's eyes followed his fingers. Darwen nearly laughed when he heard the tiger's small intake of breath at the realization. But the slim feline was professional, and merely turned and nodded.

"Yes, Sir."

Darwen stood and followed the tiger down the short hallway into the tongue bath room. There was a small, broad stool in the center of the room, which heated with gentle amounts of steam from a few vents at the base of the floor. There was a water cooler, as well as towels. Faucets provided fresh water for buckets and sponges, though Darwen wasn't interested in that.

The big male sat down on the stool. There was no back, presumably so the servant could access his backside more easily.

The tiger didn't waste much time getting started.

Darwen was happy he'd ended up with a feline, despite his abiding love for otters, because the cat's rough tongue scraped over his thick, smooth skin nicely. The feline started with his left shoulder, and slowly worked his way down the arm.

Sente, for his part, was having a hard time concealing his excitement. The orca's tantalizingly strong male scent had excited him the moment he'd inhaled it, and the tiger was of the opinion scents like that were wasted when merely washed away by a shower. The salty taste of the orca's sweat intoxicated the feline, whose muzzle nearly watered as he licked down the black skin of the orca's bicep.

Sente flicked his tongue into the crevices and creases of the orca's bulging muscles, using the rough part of his tongue on the broad swaths of smoother skin. The feline couldn't help his tail from flicking back and forth as he made his way to the orca's wrist, and he could feel his speedos tenting as he kissed the tips of the muscular male's fingers.

The left arm clean, Sente started on the right.

Darwen sighed with pleasure as he lowered his arm, only to raise his other. The tiger stood in front of him, hips out, slightly bent over. The lithe feline was obviously aroused, Darwen saw, and his tail was lifted high into the air, exposing most of the tight, round rump underneath. Darwen's left hand, recently cleaned, flexed, but he resisted the urge to get a handful of the tiger's butt - time enough for that later.

The tiger worked quickly, and soon had the orca's right arm cleaned of sweat. The feline moved behind Darwen and, standing on his tiptoes, licked up the back of the big male's neck, then the sides, dragging his rough tongue slowly over the smooth flesh.

Darwen grunted and turned his head side to side, allowing the tiger easier access. The feline was thorough, Darwen realized with a smile. The tiger licked over the orca's cheeks, under his chin, and even cross the bridge of his muzzle. Removing Darwen's glasses, the tiger licked between the big male's eyes and up over the top of his head before replacing them.

Darwen felt his cock jerk inside his speedos. The tiger's tongue was getting him pretty excited, but the male still had a lot of work to do. The orca remained still, only grunting softly on occasion, as the slim tiger's tongue worked down his back, then around to his side. Darwen lifted his arm and the tiger pressed his muzzle forward; the orca glanced suspiciously as he thought he heard the tiger huffing and snuffling, but the tiger's eyes were just closed and his broad pink tongue out, slowly going over his skin inch by inch.

Sente was trying desperately not to purr. The orca's strong taste was overwhelming his senses; each bead of sweat was more delicious than the last. When he'd gotten to the big male's armpit, he hadn't been able to resist just stopping and inhaling for a few moments.

Finished with Darwen's left side, Sente took a quick break to wet his tongue, which was drying out with all the salt in the orca's sweat. He made sure to bring the orca a glass of water as well, and only drank his out of sight behind the male.

Leaving the glass under the stool, with freshly-whetted lips, Sente resumed working over Darwen's right side, then his chest. The big male's pecs twitched as the tiger leaned forward, one paw pressing into Darwen's belly, the other holding his shoulder.

Darwen could resist no longer; as the tiger leaned over and tongue the crevice between his thick chest muscles, the orca lifted his paw and settled it squarely on the cat's black and orange-striped ass. The male stiffened momentarily, but continued working after a moment. A small moan was the only indication the tiger gave of his arousal, though Darwen felt the smaller male's bulge against his side from time to time.

The tiger slowly worked over the orca's large, round belly, and paid special attention to the male's bellybutton. Darwen growled as the rough tongue stroked smoothly down his broad stomach, then over the straps of his speedo and down his right thigh. The tiger was making a point of avoiding the orca's crotch, which Darwen was just fine with. He was still getting harder, and the tightness of his speedos were the only thing preventing him from reaching full arousal.

The tiger got into his hands and knees in front of Darwen's right knee and licked slowly down to the foot, where he cleaned the top before carefully lifting it up and setting it on his knee.

Darwen shivered as he watched the feline's muzzle press into the underside of his foot, then slide upwards, until the tongue pressed between each of his toes. He was disappointed when the tiger lowered his foot, but raised his other expectantly; the tiger obliged, treating the other large foot to the same treatment.

Then the left leg was done, and Darwen saw the tiger's cock throbbing in the tiny black speedos. The big orca grinned sharply and smacked his tail against the floor behind him; the feline nodded and knelt over it so that he could clean it from the broad base down the thinner fin.

Darwen didn't both watching. He just closed his eyes and moaned slightly as he felt the tiger start on the underside, again starting at the base and working down.

Sente nearly swooned when he got under the orca's tail; his musk was incredibly thick and strong down there.

Finally, the tiger finished and, with a last lick across the tail's tips, he stood in front of the orca, head bowed slightly, paws at his sides, speedo tented out obviously.

Darwen stretching out hugely and stood; he towered over the tiger by a good two feet.

"Just one more spot you missed," the orca growled. He hooked his thumbs into his yellow speedos and tugged them down, allowing his massive shaft to flop out. It hung low for a second, before swiftly rising into the air as the orca worked his speedos down over his thighs.

Without having to be told, the tiger dropped to his knees and began licking over the orca's large white testicles. Darwen's black-skinned shaft draped across the tiger's head and shoulder; the white head flexed and drooled a bit of pre-cum over the tiger's orange shoulder.

Darwen's toes clenched the floor as he pushed forward, grinding his balls down against the tiger's muzzle; the smaller male groaned audibly at that and licked even faster and more firmly. The feline got right to the base of the testicles, then moved around them, swirling each huge nut with his tongue. The tiger pressed his nose down to the base, and licked across the lowest part of Darwen's belly, before pulling back and slowly, very nearly teasingly, dragging his wet tongue over the white head.

Darwen grinned down at the feline, for now allowing him to take his time; as his cock continued to swell upwards, soon arching up into the air and drizzling a bit more pre-cum, the tiger made loud noises of both arousal and distress. He was trying his best to clean the shaft, but with every passing moment more pre-cum dripped down the thick flesh, leaving more of a mess.

The orca knew how to solve that problem. As he wrapped his paw around the back of the tiger's head, the small male's ears laid down flat. Darwen pulled him forward, pulling his muzzle to the spurting head; the tiger opened his mouth, and gasped when Darwen's fingers suddenly tightened and pulled him forward, popping the head past his small, sharp teeth. They tickled as the huge male thrust slowly forward, grinding more of the fat black shaft into the tiger's stretching jaws.

The feline's paws scrabbled at his thighs as Darwen went deeper, testing the tiger to see how much the smaller male could take. The orca was pleasantly surprised to see the feline's throat bulge, swallowing at his cockhead. Not too many males could take it so deep. He pulled back, leaving only his head inside the cat's warm muzzle.

The tiger gasped and sucked in a few deep breaths. Sente closed his eyes, scrunching his cheeks as the orca pushed back in. At least he was going slow, the tiger thought, but he would be lying if he told himself he wanted it to stay that slow.

As if reading his thoughts, Darwen only loosened him up for a few more minutes before grasping his head with his palm more tightly. The orca's grip was large, able to wrap completely around the back of Sente's head from one side to the other; the male's fingers dug into Sente's cheek ruffs.

The orca pumped his hips forward firmly, thrusting hard into the back of the tiger's closed throat, forcing it open. The male squirmed, but pushed forward eagerly, grunting before his air was cut off. The strong throat muscles massaged the tip of Darwen's dick and he smiled down at the kneeling cat, watching the fuzzy ears flick back and forth agitatedly.

The orca could leave his cock in that tight, warm throat all night, but felines had to breath eventually. With a sigh, Darwen pulled entirely out of the cat's muzzle, leaving thick strands of white pre-cum from Sente's black lips to the tip of his shaft.

His fingers moved lower, grasping the feline's shoulder, and turned him around. Sente obeyed instantly and gasped when Darwen tugged his speedos down, revealing completely his round, tight bubble-rump. The orca smiled at the heart-shaped white fur pattern under the male's tail and slid his cock forward, hot dogging the tiger.

Sente's head spun as he felt the thick shaft spread his cheeks apart; the tip slid past his tail, and he still couldn't feel the base as the orca pushed forward. Finally, inch after inch of cock led to Darwen's thighs pressing into the back of his. Sente couldn't help but moan deeply as he bent over, flexible enough to press his palms into the floor despite his legs remaining straight and knees locked.

Darwen glanced around the room and spied one of the ever-present bottles of lube on the counter next to the water cooler. Leaving the feline for just a moment, he snagged the bottle and squirted most of it over his erection, using the last bit straight on the tiger's rump.

The orca's thick finger smeared the lube over the tiger's crack, then pressed in firmly. The tiger made a squeaking noise of surprise as Darwen pressed the fingertip in, then pulled back and quickly replaced the finger with the much larger head of his cock.

With a swift thrust, he had the head inside and the tiger crying out with lust.

Sente came the moment he felt that cock push inside him. He couldn't help it - after spending almost forty-five minutes licking every inch of the massive orca's incredibly buff body, the tiger was on a hair trigger, and the feeling of that huge head spreading his cheeks, stretching him out more than he thought he was capable of, made his cock start to throb and cum. Still trapped inside his speedos, as the orca only pulled them down to just under his rump in the back, the tiger's gasps and growls intensified when Darwen pushed forward.

The orca's hands gripped the sides of the tiger's rump and squeezed, massaging the firm butt over his shaft as he pressed forward slowly, giving the feline time to stretch and relax around him. The lube helped, and soon the orca was slamming forward roughly, rocking the tiger forward onto his hands. The tiger yowled pleasingly and pushed back eagerly, and though Darwen didn't know he'd cum once already, the cat was on the verge of cumming again.

Sente groaned lewdly as he pushed back against the powerful male. It was like pushing against a brick wall - he only moved when the orca wanted him to. Darwen's fingers groped at his ass as the big male's growling intensified. Sente could imagine the look on his face: a snarl, teeth bared, eyes shut, glasses nearly falling off the end of his smooth snout.

It took only a few more thrusts for the orca to let out a roar of pleasure and flood the tiger's rump with sticky, hot seed. Sente came immediately as the flood increased the pressure on his prostate to nigh unbearable levels, and he hung limply forward in the orca's firm grasp.

Darwen moaned as he pulled the tiger firmly backwards, keeping himself buried deep inside the feline's twitching, tight warmth. He smacked his tail heavily against the floor a few times and leaned back as his throbbing balls quickly emptied. The tongue bath had left him quite pent up, and the release was nothing short of spectacular as cum gurgled out of the tiger's rump around his shaft.

Pulling back slowly, once the orgasm faded enough, Darwen hissed as the way the male kept clenching and squeezing around him. The tiger's lusty groans filled the room, and turned into a high-pitched mewl when the orca pulled his cock tip free with a wet slurp. Thick cum drooled out Sente's rump as the male shakily stood to attention; the tiger's knees wobbled and trembled quite badly.

"Will... there be... anything else... Sir?" the tiger asked, eyes barely focusing on the massive white and black orca.

Darwen grinned and reached down, hooking his finger into the waist of the tiger's speedos, where a small white number of stitched into the fabric - 822. The orca committed the number to memory in case he decided to get another tongue bath tomorrow. The tiger may not be an otter, but still...

Darwen waved his hand. "No, that's all," he said, grinning sharply again.

"Thank you, Sir." The tiger turned and wobbled off unsteadily, walking a bit bowlegged as he made his way out of the room.

Darwen pulled his speedos up, leaving his cock hanging out of the hem, and headed for the showers. Nothing better after breaking in an otter - or a tiger, he thought.

FIN