Topping the Muscle Stud

"The two of you -- off the bed."

Although he had only just cum, Toby obeyed without question, enjoying the show and the view, his paw lazily trailing over Fahen's cock. The Sergolf shuddered but did nothing otherwise, his eyes locked onto the leopard while he and Toby stood at the foot of the bed. Toby stepped a little behind Fahen as Charr slid off his underwear, revealing his hard, muscled buns, not an inch of spare fat on him, not even a muscle gut. Maybe that was something that the older leopard would boast in years to cum, though he was drop-dead sexy exactly as he was and that was not something that anyone would ever be able to refute.

Charr showed Fahen how to do it, on his knees on the bed, his lips parting widely. He didn't even tell Fahen what he had in mind as he took his cock deep into his mouth, swallowing the Sergolf hole.

"Ahhh..."

Fahen heaved, heat prickling across his skin, tail lashing back and forth, though he did settle for curling it around Charr's arm. Charr wanted him to top, after all, and that was a touch of confidence he could take, one more small step. The leopard sucked like a pro and Fahen wondered dimly, as his raspy but not painful feline tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, just how many cocks Charr had sucked in his life.

"Fuck his face," Toby said, taking over the instruction, though not with the overpowering control of his father. "Hard. As hard as you want -- he's an excellent cock sucker."

Fahen smirked, tilting his head.

"Well, I'm sure you would know..."

He did so, though it would not take him long to finish, not after just being balls-deep in Toby's sweet arse. He fucked Charr's face as if he was trying to prove something, crushing the leopard's nose lightly into his crotch with every thrust. The leopard did all he could to suck him through that, cheeks lightly hollowing, whiskers quivering, but, ultimately, it was down to the Sergolf to take him as he pleased, hammering in hard and fast, thrust after thrust grinding over Charr's tongue.

"Unff... Fuck!"

The Sergolf could not stop himself from cursing as he climaxed, filling the leopard's mouth with cum, a lewd splash that Charr gulped down instantly. The older leopard was well-practised in not allowing a single drop to go to waste and Fahen shuddered bodily, tail tightening around the leopard's upper arm. Damn, that was hot, all in a way that he had never considered before.

The leopard pulled back only to allow the final spurts of cum, for Fahen had had plenty stored up in his nuts for Charr to take, to splash over his face, marking his cheeks, his muzzle, even a rope going up between his eyes. It threatened to drip into one, but the leopard didn't allow it to, his pink tongue washing out to clean his muzzle, looking up at Fahen with a feral hunger in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact with a panting Fahen, he twisted around to lie on his back on the bed, his cock throbbing, inviting the Sergolf in.

"Now... Repeat what you just did with my son, on me," he purred, softening a little, though it was clear that the leopard with his own thick, hard length of meat aching for attention was anticipating his own pleasure too. "Show me what you have learned."

Fahen was only too eager to oblige, head spinning with orgasm, the afterglow upon him. It would, hopefully, give him enough time to recover, diving down to Charr's tail hole while the leopard raised his legs for him, on his back to expose his tight hole to Fahen.

The Sergolf did not hold back that time, letting his cock recover, even though it was half-hard, running his tongue around the leopard's delicious hole as he rimmed him. The musk was even stronger down there as he grunted and pressed on, need shuddering through him, aching for more, always more. It was as if he was of a single mind and one track only as he rimmed the leopard, letting Charr's grunts and groans fuel him on. Even if the leopard was not currently giving him any orders, he could take his cues from the cries of the leopard, his body telling him what to do even if Charr's lips were not.

Toby ducked down behind Fahen, rimming his backside as Fahen rimmed Charr, a chain of them all pleasing one another and taking their own kind of bottoming pleasure from the experience too. Topping and bottoming, in that sense, could be exchanged from one to the other and back again, ensuring that all had something that pleased them, though Fahen was too wrapped up in swirling his tongue around into Charr's tail hole to care about that. No, all he cared about was that he had Charr just as he wanted to be, tongue sliding deeper, tongue-fucking him back and forth while the leopard grunted and quivered so very deliciously.

"Unff..."

The growls that Charr gave led Fahen more than down the right path, even though he wanted to grind back onto Toby's delightful tongue and muzzle too. Fahen shivered, tail looping loosely over Toby's shoulders. He'd not known either that Toby was that good with his tongue, his cock plumping up slowly, recovering, even though Fahen still thought he would be too sensitive to fuck.

He would have his chance to fuck Charr, however, as soon as the leopard deemed him worthy of it. Toby licked his lips off, though Fahen was not yet down as he pressed his tongue deeper, curling it up inside the leopard until Charr twisted and rocked, his toes curling with a feral yowl.

Oh, yes... Fahen thought dimly. Yes, he wanted to make the leopard cry out like that again and again, playing his body with his tongue as if Charr had suddenly become an instrument. A muscled, musky instrument, but still one, one that he could bring such wonderful sounds from. His tongue wriggled deeply, swirling around the outer edges of the leopard's tail hole, though he did not stall or slow, pushing around and around, forcing Charr to lustfully bear through it all. Toby's tongue lapping up inside his tail hole was distracting, but, as Charr had said, he could not allow his focus to be disrupted, no, not at all, not when he had the leopard before him, practically begging his delicious attention...

Maybe that was what Charr had wanted all along, the position he had wanted to be in. It was harder and harder for even Fahen to think as his head swirled with lust, groaning as he leaned heavily into the other fur, holding onto his legs to spread them even wider, eagerly bearing them back as he plundered the leopard's musky hole. Despite being fresh and clean, there was an inherent scent there that had him lapping deeper and deeper, the leopard's cock throbbing, all until Fahen's was back to full hardness, aching for that devout attention.

Toby made the first move, standing to tease the tip of his cock against Fahen's tail hole, the Sergolf flicking his tail up willingly for him. It was a new position for them and Fahen gasped as his backside was filled.

"Oof!"

He wasn't used to someone as big as Toby, but took it regardless, rolling his head from side to side, even as his tongue hung out in delirious pleasure. He focused on Charr's anal ring, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nerve-endings, seeking to drive him wild, even as Toby pumped him full.

Stroke after stroke of leopard dick filled the Sergolf's backside as Charr lifted his head, his own tail snaking back and forth across the bed, promising more.

"Mmm, I see my son's getting you ready to take my cock," he grunted, though his attention had wavered. "You'll need it..."

And Fahen could see just why, that cock thicker and longer too than Toby's a monster of a cock if Fahen had ever seen one. The Sergolf, however, was not dissuaded in the slightest, not as he followed the lure of Charr's eyes, taking that next step while his shaft ached and throbbed, eyeing up the leopard's hard, muscular body. Just how much time did the leopard have to spend to get himself looking that ripped? It was a feast for the eyes and, as the Sergolf moved over Charr, he could not resist running his hands over Charr's muscles, from his pecs, his shoulders, down over his abs. No part of him was to go untouched.

Not as he followed the lead that had been set as Toby fucked him, his own cock pressing urgently against Charr's tail hole. There was no thinking then, not when his concentration was so rapt, warm all over as his tail lifted, flicking back against Toby. Just as he had been shown, he thrust smoothly, spearing into Charr with a single stroke of his cock and going balls-deep, even though he had to grind his hips a little to get the last sliver of his cock in. For that was what he had to do to top -- at least when it came to Charr. And everything that he had learned with the two leopards so far had to do with pleasing them, topping them and them alone.

Maybe he would get a chance too with Tobias...though he only had eyes for Charr then, even as his tail hole clenched around Tobias' thick length. He ran his eyes hungrily over the leopard's body as if he was taking him all in for the first time, though Charr grunted, controlling him from the bottom even then as his long, careful strokes paced out.

"Feel my legs too, my glutes, all of me," he hissed, passion in his eyes. "Worship my muscles! I am not made of China!"

Oh, that was very much something that Fahen was more than willing to do without being told, but he made sure to do it just as Charr wanted, the tightness of the leopard's arse around his cock more divine than he could ever have imagined. Every stroke brought a wave of pleasure with it as he worshipped the leopard's arms, squeezing his biceps, triceps, his shoulders, his pecs, moaning aloud all the while.

"Ohhh, oh, fuck..."

His thighs were like tree trunks, so thick, so powerful, pressing on either side of Fahen as he fucked the leopard, slowly but surely getting into the rhythm of it. One quick first stroke had been one thing but he had to keep it up, had to put into practise what he had been shown, what he wanted to do. It was a new experience to him, but Fahen was by no means averse to it -- he'd only needed a little direction. And having that old guidance and wisdom, well... It had clearly done wonders for him.

He couldn't be expected to know everything straight away, after all...

He thrust, testing the speed, the depth of his strokes, though that was not all that difficult. Even if he thrust too hard and shook the leopard on the bed with the force of a thrust, Charr only moaned, grunting deep in the back of his throat. He seemed to cry out wildly, without care for the sounds he was making, though Fahen reckoned that was because the leopard was completely and utterly at ease with his position. He knew what he wanted and took it, or asked for it -- he only had quite particular tastes about how everything was to go down. No, he was no weak-willed partner by any means that would let him get away (not that Fahen would knowingly do so) with fucking him to Fahen's pleasure only and leaving him there, a weak orgasm that wasn't really worth anything sputtering from him.

No, a good top took care of his partner, ploughing in with long, powerful strokes, taking everything from them, lusting as much as they took the lust. Pleasure went both ways, after all, and that was something that Fahen was very much eager to learn from Charr. With him, he would be a better partner in bed than ever.

Every stroke of his shaft deeply into Charr's backside had the leopard's tail flicking back and forth more and more fervently, as if he couldn't control himself -- though a part of Fahen wanted him to lose that control too. Even as he ran his hands over the leopard's abs, shuddering in pleasure, his paws more confidently wandered higher, feeling up the leopard's muscular, divine body.

Every stroke came more easily, pressing further and further over Charr as Toby fucked him too, his cock deep, helping him fuck his father even harder, as if they were in it together with every thrust and every grind. The feel of the leopard squeezed up behind him would have been enough for Fahen to lose his concentration -- but that was before. In that moment, Charr held all his attention as he drooled over the sight of Charr flexing his arms, letting his biceps bulge while Fahen pressed even further over him, closer to his face.

A tilt of the leopard's head was all it took for him to expose his neck and Fahen hungrily took it into his jaws. He had quite sharp teeth, as a Sergolf, though he had never honestly bitten someone -- not like that. That was a mating bite, a bite that cut through fur and flesh, Charr letting out a lusty growl.

"Rrrrggghhhh!"

Oh, yes, he wanted Charr to make that sound again, the Sergolf's tail flicking urgently back against Toby, his backside aching, though he knew he could take more than what even Tobias was giving to him. He nipped and suckled over the spot where he had bitten, though there was only a spot of blood, the flesh in the wake of the bite even more sensitive than it had been before.

Charr's chest shuddered with every breath he raked into his lungs, as if the air itself should have been rushing there simply to soothe his need to breathe, though the Sergolf slowly but surely got into the groove of things. In the end, topping was not all that difficult, taking pleasure and delivering it too, learning how to be an active partner, despite the ache in his glutes. He wasn't quite fit enough for such activities, but that was not something that he was going to voice right then.

Charr's arms though... They were too enticing as they were, flexed to either side of the leopard's head. He leaned over him with a growl that surprised even him, but everything that he could think up was fair game there, pinning Charr's arms up even higher over his head.

"Mmm..."

His nose, however, did not push up over Charr's head and arms -- no. No, he had a sweeter, muskier goal in mind, releasing that thick, musky aroma from under his arms, the sweatiness of it, the crispness of physical exertion lingering in the air. There was something oaken in it, something earthy, though Fahen did not honestly care what the notes of the scent were, as long as he had his face shoved into it.

Charr rumbled as Fahen pressed his face into the leopard's underarms, his body still rocking with every one of his thrusts. The Sergolf took full advantage of the situation to lap up his musk without Charr even forcing him there, for it was something that Fahen really wanted too: just another positive point for him in Charr's book, at least. Not that he was aware of that, too caught up in the moment, raking his gaze lustfully over those muscles, how they flexed and pulled, though his range of vision was more limited where he was crushed longingly into the leopard's underarm. Licking and sniffing, taking deep whiffs of that rich aroma, there was nowhere else, quite honestly, that he would rather be.

"Mmm... Your fur feels good...unff...rubbing over my cock," Charr teased him, tail flicking as he sought to rile up the Sergolf even more, those driving, pounding thrusts into his tail hole increasing in tempo. "It would feel so good, so hot, to fill your throat with my cock. That tongue surely could do wonderful things."

"Can you feel it?" Charr hissed, Fahen shuddering above him, his shaky grasp on what control he had sought faltering. "How thick my cock is, pushing down your throat, crushing even your tongue out of the way..."

Willingly, Fahen moaned, nuzzling and pushing even harder into the leopard's underarms. Oh, yes, he could, he could feel it, imagining his muzzle being forced to hang open from the sheer, raw size of Charr's dick. It was not the sort of dirty talk that he had expected, but it still hit all the right strokes for him.

"Mm... You should be pushed between my legs, back in the office," Charr snarled lustfully, caught up too, the dirty talk pouring naturally from his tongue as if it came easily to him. "Sucking my cock, letting it push down into the back of your throat, down your throat. No good cock sucker should have any kind of gag reflex."

Fahen moaned, nodding, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. After all, he was the one still driven deep into the leopard's arse, ploughing him full with savage, full thrusts that speared the fat length of his meat as deep as it could go. He was not too submissive, not then, growling, lapping under the leopard's arm, though the tease of that cock grinding over his tongue, how people might know that he was down on his knees, sucking Charr's cock, in the office or not. Maybe he would know that they knew or maybe it would never come out at all. The risk of it and the exhibitionism aspect of it appealed to him more than he had admitted to himself before.

The rich musk filled his senses, swirling through his mind, panting heavily, though he was unsure, at that moment, for just how much longer he could keep fucking, could keep thrusting. He had to cum, the need rising inside him, though he had only just cum when Charr had sucked down his cum. A little of his cream still lingered across the leopard's forehead, a dirty mark that Charr so very boldly took for his own, as if it was every bit his right to.

"I want to be bent over that desk after a long, hard meeting," Charr hissed, tail lashing, demand lacing every growl, eyes burning into Fahen with fierce intensity. "Fucked hard, fucked deep... Like I showed you... Bent over with my back covered in spattered ropes of Sergolf cum..."

Fahen groaned, head spinning. Getting his cock sucked, fucking Charr, maybe even getting fucked too... But it would be full of new experiences and learning for him, licking his lips salaciously, bearing back against Toby. The thrusts were hard to contain, disrupting the flow of his, though Fahen was more than eagerly looking forward to the time when he would be able to thrust of his own free will. There was so much more to explore than he had realised, even in the most basic of things.

He grunted and pushed on, torn between grinding back onto Toby's cock and powering into Charr, though he could draw back a little, letting Charr's dirty talk and lurid fantasies pour over him. So many things for the Sergolf to think about, panting, his chest heaving, the physical exertion getting the best of him. The tightness around his cock was simply exquisite and, frankly, it seemed like his time in the office too, if what Charr was saying was true. Knowing what he did of Charr and the office, it was all very much something that could take place there.

He inhaled deeply, nuzzling into Charr's underarm, though his hands wanted to roam again, to worship the leopard's muscles, from his shoulders down to his calves, every part of him lusted for. Yet he could not shove his face willingly into the leopard's underarm while holding his arms down and running his paws all over him, needing his paws for either one thing or the other.

Though he could roll his hips, panting, letting delicious sensation pulse through him, taking everything in. From the throb of his cock inside Charr's tail hole to the rock of Toby against his backside, ploughing him harder and more roughly with every stroke, he committed everything to memory, though he still thought he was incredibly lucky to be able to fuck Charr, to have someone that he had well and truly thought would be out of his league.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck!"

Fahen, unfortunately, was not quite as eloquent or as well-spoken as Charr in the throes of passion, grinding in harder and faster, his fur rubbing over the leopard's hard length with every stroke of his own. It pressed up against his stomach as he fucked Charr for all he was worth, the hard smack of his hips on Charr's buttocks and thighs rising to fill the room, a sound that even surpassed their moans. Male musk swirled around them, passionate and thick, something that went far beyond mere male sweat, but was an intrinsic part of who they were.