Rocking To Another Beat
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The door jingled. Looking up from beneath the counter, a big, muscular cougar adjusted himself when he saw one of his familiar customers enter his music store. The young buck had on an extremely loose baby blue beater over his skinny, feminine torso and his extremely short jeans showed off his thin, spotted legs. His straight, jaw length hair covered most of his antlers which just barely poked out of the brown locks. Right away he skated over to one of the racks of music, the roller blades strapped tightly to his hoof like feet. He always went to that same rack. Tossing his wavy bangs back, he looked up at the cougar with his deep green eyes, "So John, are you finally going to sell me that album...now that you're going out of business?"
The beefy cat with short blond head fur and blue eyes shifted where he stood, walking behind the big counter shaped like an upside down U. Adjusting the collar around the manly pubic fur on his chest, John grinned, "Ah, you know my asking price Declan, it hasn't changed." As he made his way down the side of the counter opposite of the young buck he ran his paws along the wooden shelves.
Declan scoffed, leaning his elbows against the shelves, rolling his legs back and forth on the skates, "Oh come, can't you cut me a deal? You've known me since I was a kid..."
John tried to restrain himself as the young buck's ass pushed out against those tight jeans. Getting a closer look, he dug his claws into his thigh when he saw the male's tight blue underwear poking out of the legs, his sac obviously straining against the crotch. "You...still are a kid." Actually the big cat didn't know how old the buck was, it seemed like the kid was barely growing at all, keeping those girlish features of his. He placed his claw in the loop of the shade on the front door, the closed sign on the other side as it came down. With a soft click, he locked the door.
Now moving his feminine hips back and forth, the buck almost whined, "But I really need this album...its signed by all three of the Raving Wolves!"
As the cougar made his way across the dimly lit room, he placed his paw on the buck's shoulder, "Well you know what, how about..." He leaned into Declan's long, pointed ear and whispered, "...you stop playing this game where you act like you want that album and tell me what you really want..." When a look of pure shock passed over the buck's face when he saw the massive prick hanging between the cougar's fly, the cat grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him to the ground, Declan landing flat on his butt. The barbed cock in front of him was aimed down, its head perfectly aligned with his deer snout. To his own surprise, he pressed against the CD shelf behind him as hard as he could, almost intimidated by it. He could inhale the rich, musky aroma coming off it. The heat of its throbbing head radiated across his face.
John frowned before seeming irritated, barring his fangs, "What, now that you think you can't handle it you can just back out?"
Declan had trouble breathing. It was true. Ever since he had met John a few years ago, he always questioned what was behind that restrained bulge in his pants. He wanted to see it, touch it...suck it. But now that he was seeing this monster thicker than his own arm, he was having second thoughts. "I...don't think..."
All of a sudden the buck felt a paw wrap around the back of his head, tugging at his head fur before the huge head of the cock was smashed into his lips. "You don't have to think! You just have to practice!" Declan gave off a muffled cry, feeling those soft, flexible barbs grind across his tongue, tasting the salty flesh as it stopped just at the back of his throat. Hesitantly reaching out with his eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around the hard rod face fucking him, just barely able to fit his mouth a few inches past the thick head of the meat. As John wrapped his paw around the back of the buck's head, stroking his padded thumb across the kid's head with a loud purr in his throat, he harshly commanded, "Suck it!"
Eyes filled with gag tears and his mouth firmly around the cat's cock, the buck struggled to nod his head before slowly easing as much of the male's huge prick into the back of his throat. He was only able to ease himself a quarter of the way down. It wasn't that Declan wasn't eager to do it; it was just the fact that the cougar was naturally three times his size. He could probably kill the buck with that hard, thick club of meat alone. Breathing through his nose as best he could, he wrapped both his hands around the shaft this time, feeling the thick veins that ran along it as he forced it further past his gag reflexes, feeling it bulge against his neck.
The buck felt like he had to grab his throat when he heard John moan and felt a light humping in his throat. More gag tears filled his eyes and dampened the fur on his cheeks when the big cat really started to fuck his face. He would have gagged, but there was no room for the sound to come out, his throat muscles straining against the huge cock in his mouth. The cougar standing over him moaned, John reaching down to stroke his own tan colored sac, amused by the struggle Declan was having, seeing the small, girly male sucking his big prick.
When that cock was suddenly pulled from Dylan's mouth, there was thick slobber running down it. Gasping, his chest rose and fell, realizing that his own, throbbing member was straining against his pant leg, easily poking out of his underwear and drooling on his exposed thigh. He didn't get much of a breather before he was picked off the floor and turned around, his shorts shoved down past his butt, hanging off his thighs. When John's fat, wet prick was pushed against his small hole, Declan's back arched, his virgin deer hole burning as it was forced apart. Balancing on his skates and desperately gripping at the shelves, he tried to pull off, but he was pinned between the cougar and the racks of CDs. Gasping for breath, "John...it hurts...it really hurts!"
The cougar heard the deer's whimpering gasps and it only drove him harder. He reached around to stroke along the young buck's snout. Running his claw along the black ring behind his nose, John leaned in to whisper, "You're going to call me sir!"
Declan cried, feeling his insides being pushed open even more. But as the throbbing pain died down, "Mph...umph...why?" He almost screamed when his hair was pulled, almost half that cock thrusting hard into his butt. "Yes sir!"
Lifting the buck off the ground almost purely with his cock, the cougar tortured the deer, letting Declan's small body slide down his bulging shaft. Splitting the buck's legs, he stretched the buck's hole till half his cock was lodged deep inside, making the deer moan and his cock twitch, spurting out little droplets of cum. He didn't think anymore of could fit into his hole, feeling the cougar pushing at his insides. Gasping, crying out towards the ceiling, his legs bobbed when he felt a sudden popping pressure. Declan touched his tight abdomen, weak and his ass numb, he swore he could feel his insides hugging tight to the big cougar's cock. He was lost in the moment, listening to John's growls as he filled whatever space was left inside him with thick, cat cum...
Two Weeks Later
The belly jingled, signaling someone had entered the store. John stood at the counter, a big grin on his maw, "Hey Mattie, how can I help you?
The tall, masculine buck with big shoulders stood a distance away, "Hey John, I was wondering if Declan stopped by anytime soon? You know he disappeared a little while ago..." Suddenly there was a loud thud. "What was that?"
John raised his brows, "What was what?" The cat scrunched his face when the buck suddenly looked away, pushing the young deer's head against the wooden back beneath the counter, his jeans just barely hanging off his ass, his cock lodged deep into Declan's throat. He could feel the little slut pushing against his thighs, struggling to breathe, his gag reflexes throbbing in the back of his throat. "You know Matt, I'm sure Declan had good reasons for running away...and when he's ready...he'll come home." The cougar stealthily thrust his hips one last time until he felt a vibration coming from the young buck's moan, pumping another hot load down his throat...and Declan greedily milked every drop as his dad walked out the door.
End.