Welcome to the Club
The new location felt colder, more clinical. Not the familiar basement with its cedar warmth and soft lighting, this was an old warehouse on the industrial edge of town. Concrete floors stained dark with oil and time, high ceilings, exposed pipes hissing overhead. The lights here were merciless: six powerful floods mounted on stands, all aimed at the single padded bondage table in the center like spotlights on a stage. All for Cass' body to be laid out like a piece of meat. But a horny, enjoying every minute of this, piece of meat.
Beyond the blinding white circle, the room disappeared into black. Cass couldn’t see the walls. Couldn’t see anything except the three red recording lights staring back at him.
He was already secured when the feed went live. Legs spread wide and lifted high, soft leather cuffs locked around his ankles and chained to the upper corners of the table, more sturdy than before, I guess the tiger didn't want his ass to have a chance of escape. His arms were left free this time, Roan’s quiet request so he could touch himself or hold on for dear life. Cass lay on his back, heart slamming against his ribs, but his cock was a little shrunken from nerves, probably not a hot sight at the moment, but he could feel the stage lights heating his skin and balls, so flattering or not, his body was out in the open for everyone's entertainment. The fursuit head was on again: sleek black wolf, vision tunneled to narrow slits, every breath echoing slightly inside the foam.
Completely exposed. Cock, balls, hole, all framed perfectly for the center camera. A thin sheen of lube already glistened on his rim. He could feel it cooling, trickling slowly down his crack.
The door opened somewhere in the dark. Heavy footsteps. A low, rumbling purr that vibrated through the concrete floor.
The tiger stepped into the light.
A massive boy! Golden fur striped with black, shoulders broad. His cock was already sliding free of a tawny sheath, thick and heavy, barbs glinting along the shaft as he stroked himself and looked at his prey. The tapered head drooled a thick rope of precum that splattered audibly on the floor. This tiger was definitely ready for action.
Roan moved in from the side, positioning himself at Cass’s head. One paw rested on Cass’s chest, thumb circling soothingly over his heart. “I’ve got you, pup,” he murmured, low enough that only Cass could hear through the mask. “Breathe through it, enjoy it. I’m right here with you.” Roan leaned down and kissed the fursuit muzzle.
The tiger didn’t speak at first. He simply stepped between Cass’s spread thighs, massive paws sliding up pale inner thighs, claws retracted but pads rough. He rubbed the leaking head of his cock against Cass’s balls, slow circles, letting the weight drag over sensitive skin. Cass felt the heat radiating off it. Then a light slap, cock smacking down onto Cass’s sac. Cass jolted, a muffled yelp escaping the mask. Another slap, harder. His balls bounced, skin stinging sweetly. Roan’s paw pressed firmer on his chest. “It’s okay. Let it feel good.”
The tiger lined up. The blunt, barbed head kissed Cass’s rim. He pushed in slow. Cass’s legs strained against the cuffs, thighs quivering, torso arching off the table as the stretch burned through him. Roan rubbed slow circles on his belly, whispering, “Breathe, pup. You're looking fucking hot babe, take that tiger.”
The tiger sank halfway, barbs catching lightly on Cass’s insides, sharp little sparks of pleasure-pain that made his cock jump and leak steadily onto his stomach.
“Chat’s exploding already…" the deer said. "That human’s hole is swallowing tiger cock like it was born for it’… "Look at those balls bouncing with every slap’… "Two grand if he makes the human cry for real"… "Barbs look brutal, I want to feel that stretch..."
The tiger sank his member in balls deep. His heavy sac rested against Cass’s ass. He paused, letting Cass adjust, then wrapped one massive paw around Cass’s cock and stroked. slow, firm, matching the shallow thrusts he started. Cass moaned, loud and broken inside the mask. The barbs dragged on every pull-back, lighting up nerves he didn’t know he had.
The tiger finally spoke. "Never had a tiger before, huh? You're doing great. You feel hot, feverish almost, and I feel your hole clenching on me. Keep milking me, wolf's pup. You're not going anywhere till I fill you full."
Roan leaned down, muzzle brushing Cass’s ear through the suit. “You’re beautiful like this. Taking him so deep. We're gonna watch this footage a hundred times, wait till you see how hot this looks."
The tiger picked up speed with long, powerful strokes that rocked Cass’s whole body back on the bench. His free paw gripped Cass’s balls, using them like a handle to pull him onto every thrust. Cass’s back slid on the padded surface, skin squeaking faintly. The stretch was overwhelming, barbs scraping his prostate on every drag, forcing more precum to dribble out.
The deer read on.
"Who is this kid? He's taking tiger cock better than I thought he would."
"The tiger is holding back, he could fuck harder than that."
"I love how protective that Alpha is of the boy."
The tiger growled approval. He leaned forward, massive chest covering Cass’s torso, weight pinning him. One paw scooped up Cass’s leaking precum and smeared it over his swelling knot. Then he thrust deep — once, twice — and the knot popped past Cass’s rim with a wet, obscene sound.
Cass cried out, body arching hard. The knot filled him up, pressing in every direction on his insides, squeezing his prostate in that way that makes his vision sparkle and haze with golden starlight, euphoria sinking in. The tiger pumped once, twice, then roared low as he came, hot, thick spurts flooding Cass deep, warmth spreading inside him, fading away the feeling of the barbs, replaced by hot wetness. Cass could feel the cum dribbling down his ass.
Suddenly the deer shouted with excitement. “New bid just hit, holy shit! Eighty thousand dollars… to anyone who unmasks the human. Right now. Live!”
Roan’s ears flattened. “Fuck no. Nobody touches that bid, that's not how this wor---”
But the tiger moved faster than anyone expected. One huge paw reached up, hooked the fursuit head, and yanked it off in a single pull.
Cass’s sweat slickened face was bare. Exposed. Lit perfectly for every camera.
The room froze for half a second.
Then Roan went feral.
He launched off the bench, claws out, slamming into the tiger with a snarl that echoed off the concrete. Roan twisted, ducked under a swipe, drove an elbow into the tiger’s throat, then a knee to the gut. The tiger roared, swinging wild but it's strong arms failing to make contact. Roan caught the arm, twisted, used momentum to flip him over his shoulder. The massive cat hit the floor hard. Roan followed, fist cracking across the tiger’s jaw, once, twice, his wolf arms seeming to ripple. The tiger went limp, out cold.
Roan stood panting, fur bristling, claws dripping red. He spun back to Cass, eyes wide with panic.
“Cass...”
He rushed over, uncuffing Cass’s ankles with shaking paws. Cass sat up, dazed, face bare, heart in his throat, a puddle of cum under his cheeks and balls on the bench.
Roan scooped him up, clothes forgotten, and bolted from the room. They burst through a side door into cold night air, Roan’s car waiting in the shadows. He shoved Cass into the passenger seat, slammed the door, and peeled out.
They drove in silence for twenty minutes. Roan pulled off onto a deserted side road, killed the engine, and dropped his forehead to the steering wheel. His shoulders shook.
“I ruined your life,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve said no to the tiger. I should’ve protected you better. Your face is everywhere now. Your job, your family, everything you built… gone because of me.”
Cass reached over, hand trembling on Roan’s arm. His own eyes burned. “Stop. I chose this. Every step. This fucking sucks but it's happening. I knew the risk. I wanted it. This isn’t just on you.”
Roan lifted his head, golden eyes wet. “But I let it happen. I let them unmask you. I told you everything was alright while you were with me. I failed you.”
Cass cupped Roan’s muzzle, forcing him to look at him. “You didn’t fail me. You fought for me. You knocked that tiger out cold to protect me. You can spend many nights making this up to me… in the way an Alpha can.” His voice dropped, soft and teasing despite everything. “You can knot me until I forget my own name. You can hold me down and remind me who I belong to. Every single night if you want. I’m still yours.”
Roan’s breath hitched. He pulled Cass into a desperate kiss, tongues sliding together, paws clutching like he was afraid Cass would vanish.
"You don't understand," Roan said. "I am... a sorta big player in our underground, and I've always been solo, nothing to use against me. Now you're in danger."
Back at the apartment they sat on the couch in silence. Laptops open. KnotHub dashboard glowing.
The tiger video had exploded. Millions of views in hours. Comments flooding in.
Cass scrolled, numb.
A user listed as a human submissive said: “Never had a barbed knot. Watching him take it made me cry from want. Name your price for a session. I need that stretch.”
Straight guy: “I’m straight but damn… that human took it like a champ. Those barbs look brutal in the best way.”
Someone had already made a wiki page and found Cass' real name, and labeled him a "KnotHub human/slut"
Uber terminated their agreement with him. Don't want a high profile 'pup' driving for them.
DM's flooded in from old friends, some supportive, others... less so. One of Cass' sisters loved him for coming out, another said his father is mad and so is she...
His mother left a voicemail: “Cass… are you safe? Call me. Please.”
Cass returned the call, saying he's safe but needs to be left alone for awhile.
Roan paced behind him, tail lashing. “This is my fault. The fame, the exposure, the danger. They’ll come for you now. Same way they came for me. Your whole life is tied to mine now.”
Cass closed the laptop. Stood up. Walked to Roan and wrapped arms around him.
“Stop blaming yourself. Come to bed.”
They lay in the dark. Cass pulled Roan close, face buried in black fur. It was crazy he was comforting this big fur covered anthro, pulling HIM in for a hug. Nude in his bed. Cass found that the unmasking really wasn't worrying him as much as he feared it would. He's got Roan.
“I forgive you,” he whispered again and again. “A lot of people will hate me now. Friends, family… I might lose them. But I have you. That’s what I want.”
Roan licked slow up Cass’s neck, nibbled his ear gently. They fell asleep tangled together, hearts beating in rhythm.
The next morning Cass woke alone.
He padded into the living room, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Roan was there. So were Kiran and Zariel.
Roan turned. His face was calm, but his eyes were hard.
“Cass. We’re moving you to the pack house. For a while. You won’t be safe here anymore.”
Cass blinked. “What?”
“Your Alpha commands it,” Roan said quietly. “I know what’s best for you. And I’m sorry it’s got to be this way, but it does. You're vulnerable here, in a bad way.”
Zariel stepped forward, huge paw gentle on Cass’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, pup. Life’s about to get a lot more exciting for you from here on out, your boring human life is pretty much over.”
"We're gonna take care of you, Cass," Kiran said.
Cass looked around the room, at Roan’s tense jaw, at the packed bag already by the door.
He took a slow breath. Then he nodded.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
End of Chapter 6.
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