Loren is a hedgehog with money to burn. A successful businessman, occasionally he enjoys the atmosphere at Kinky Kritters. One night he spies a new face—a blindfolded tiger who isn’t shy about giving sexual pleasure to anyone who wants him. Loren isn’t even sure why this particular whore has him so tied up in knots but he can’t seem to stop staring at him.
Sabra’s life has been beyond horrible, but he tries to put the best face he can on what he’s been dealt. Sex is a way of life, the only thing keeping him and his little brother alive. Morality goes by the wayside when existence is reduced to a simple matter of survival.
Little does Loren realize what he’s getting into when he gives in to his attraction to Sabra, developing a taste for the pretty tiger and his talented mouth. Has he gotten in over his head? Loren needs to decide if he can do what it takes to right some terrible wrongs. Maybe, if he does, he’ll find more than he’s bargained for.
Loren wasn’t new to Kinky Kritters, but he was positive he hadn’t seen the young man in front of him before. The boy—whoever he was—seemed hardly old enough to be in the club, let alone to be familiar with everything being done to him. He was on his knees and strapped to a post, unable to move, completely at the mercy of anyone who wanted to use him. And plenty had already. He wore a blindfold. He appeared vulnerable, and yet he seemed eager and excited whenever someone came close to him, instead of being afraid. Most people in such a position of helplessness would’ve been more concerned about what might happen to them, but not this brash young man. His mouth was open and available, waiting to be fucked, if Loren was so inclined. He was tempted, but not enough to approach him. Not yet, at least. The tiger wore only a pair of tiny white shorts and a simple metal collar with a lock.
“What’s his name?” Loren asked Amani, the lion shifter behind the bar.
Amani was in the middle of pouring a beer. He briefly glanced at Loren. “Who?”
Loren nodded toward the boy, who was currently having his mouth used by two men as they took turns. “Him.”
“Oh. That’s Sabra. Be careful with that one. We don’t allow hooking in here, but as soon as he’s outside he’s been known to take money for what he does in here. I hear a weekend with him costs more than Nero’s car payment.”
Loren chuckled and sipped at his martini. He was intrigued, even if he’d always made it a policy not to pay for his play if he could help it. The couple of times he’d done that, he’d been left feeling as though he hadn’t gotten his money’s worth out of the deal. “He smells like a tiger.”
“He is a tiger.”
Loren wondered what a tiger would think of being used by a hedgehog. Some predators didn’t like being handled by species they felt were beneath them, but others found it somehow humbling. “How often is he here?”
Amani gave him a level stare and frowned. “I’m not his pimp. If you’re interested, go talk to him yourself. As for me, I’ve got drinks to make.”
Loren shook his head. “I’m sure you do. Sorry to bother you.”
Amani smirked. “No, you’re not. I’m serious, though. Sabra isn’t shy, and I know you’re loaded. If you want him, I’m sure he’d say yes.”
“I’m not that into whores.” Even pretty little tigers who seemed to be into anonymous sex while blindfolded.
Amani shrugged and moved away from him. “Suit yourself!” he called back before going to help the next customer.
Loren turned and watched as a man came up to Sabra. No words were spoken between them—no negotiation or talk of limits or rules. Sabra simply opened his mouth once the man was close, and he soon had a hard cock between his lips. Loren ached just thinking about having Sabra’s mouth too, but he didn’t want to be on display, although Sabra seemed to enjoy it. Exhibition wasn’t one of the many kinks he was into. Still, if this was the only way he could try the little tiger out, he was sorely tempted to enjoy him as so many others had before him.
As soon as the latest man was done with Sabra, Loren slid off his stool and headed over. There was something about Sabra that was just too much to resist. He rubbed himself through his pants as Sabra licked his lips clean. Though he was blindfolded, he turned his head in Loren’s direction as he approached.
“You decided to come closer. You’ve been nearby all night. I was wondering how long you were going to watch before you decided to come be friendly with me,” Sabra teased.
Loren smirked down at him. “Anything you don’t like while you’re down there?”
Sabra shrugged. “Not really.” He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, inviting Loren to slide inside of him.
Loren freed his cock and gently took the back of Sabra’s head, holding him steady as he eased into him. Sabra tightened his lips around Loren’s cock instantly, and he groaned as Sabra’s hot mouth wrapped around him. Sabra sucked him as Loren built up his rhythm. He went as fast as Sabra did, never going too deep or trying to hurt him, but he absolutely took advantage of everything Sabra offered. Sabra’s mouth was warm and he kept his lips tightly closed around him. He also moaned every few seconds until Loren was barely able to stand. He gripped the back of Sabra’s head and pushed himself deep into Sabra’s mouth as he released his cum over his tongue.
“Fuck,” Loren groaned as he pulled himself back and quickly put his softening cock away.
Sabra smiled up at him. “Delicious. What are you? I haven’t smelled one of your kind before.”
Sabra laughed. “My first time sucking off a hedgehog. That was fun.”
Loren laughed too, then managed to get back to his seat on shaky legs as another man took his place. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such an incredible blow job. Sabra might be young, but he knew how to use his mouth. Loren sighed and tried to bring his breathing back to normal.
Amani raised his eyebrows as Loren took his seat and picked up his martini. “So? What do you think of having a tiger suck your cock?”
“Your Dom know you talk to other men that way?” Loren shot back. He had no idea what he thought, actually. Except that he hadn’t cum that hard, or that fast, in nearly a year. And knowing there were people watching them, and that Sabra couldn’t actually see him, had seriously turned him on in ways he hadn’t expected.