For a friend who’s having some trouble.
Warning adult content and genital abuse and vore ahead. You were warned.

	“For the last goddamn time it’s two sugars and three cream!”, The horse shouted, tossing his coffee cup at the intern standing before him, nearly clubbing the poor cheetah in the head with the ceramic mug before it shattered on the floor behind the feline. The cheetah, quickly gathered up the broken mug, wincing as he cut a finger and then hurried out to get away from the horse behind the desk. The horse in question was the CEO of software firm, and his name was Paul. Paul was in his youth a very strong muscular sort. The years however had not been overly kind to him, nor had the time behind a desk. He’d spent all his youth developing his wealth and now he was working on the ‘heir’ part of the equation. He grumbled and drummed his fingers on the desk, the brown stallion’s black silky tail flicking irritatedly. 
	He finally relaxed a bit as the door opened and someone in a spa uniform came in. He smiled a bit. That smile died on his lips though seeing a big strong stud of a tiger was wearing the uniform. “I think there’s been a mistake...where’s my masseuse girl?”, He asked in his commanding voice. The tiger’s ears went back, an act of submission not that the horse could tell,  “I ah, well your ah, your wife to be called the spa and requested you have a new masseuse. And ah Mandy unfortunately was fired recently anyway for unbecoming behavior.” The horse groaned as he rubbed a paw across his face, “that bitch must have found out...nngggh promise to lay off it till the wedding and they pull every damn trick...” The tiger, who’s nametag read ‘Charn’ in friendly letters, set up a padded fold out table, “Oh...ooooh er...I see so...well I guess the rumors about what she was doing were true huh?” The stallion nodded and sighed, “could have used a ‘happy ending’ today...I seriously haven’t gotten off in three months now because that bitch keeps nagging me to save it for the wedding night.” Charn smiled a bit, licking his lips at the thought of that heavily blue balled package waiting under the stallion’s pants, “I see... well don’t you worry sir I’m sure I can help you relax somehow.” Charn slipped behind the stallion and put his strong paws on Paul’s shoulders, giving them a slow skilled rub and making the muscles start to relax a bit. “Wow, Paul right? can I call you Paul? You’re like corded steel here. You need a rubdown like a starving man needs a meal.”, the stallion found he couldn’t talk, the girl he’d had before was good, but just didn’t have the muscle to properly work his body like this big tiger did, the feeling had his body shivering and on autopilot. With ease Charn guided him to the padded table and laid him down, face into the hole facing the ground.
	“yeeahh..p..paul’s fine...”, The big stallion mumbled, letting the tiger take control. he felt charn stripping him down, and then heard the tiger whistle. “Holy...hell...are those real?”, The stallion smirked, his big fist sized balls always had the boys and girls jaw dropping. Charn couldn’t help but give them an appreciative rub with his paw. Paul nickered, “hey hey, they are real, just leave em be. I’m tense enough without being able to get off thanks to my lady to be.” Paul sighed and groaned, “Goddamnit I could use a burst though....” Charn smiled and rubbed along the stallion's bare back now, his strong paws tracing the taut and painfully sore muscles under Paul’s velvety fur. Charn’s paws moved slowly, working his way up around his shoulders and arms, going slow and firm. Charn’s eyes however never left the stallion’s rear, and the sizable balls sitting below those cheeks, “well....your lady said no getting your cock played with right? I got some things I could do with my hands....I think you’d like it. might not be as good as Mandy, but trust me you’ll have a real load off when I’m done.” 
	Paul sighed, he wasn’t gay, not even close. He didn’t like the idea of fun with men at all, but hey, right now he was so horny he could barely think straight. The tiger’s paws were making him moan, his whole body going limp as a noodle, and much to his embarasment his shaft dropped from his sheath, sliding it’s way out into gap between his legs, the table being the sort with swing out arms and legs. “....yeah sure, why not give it a go...couldn’t hurt right?”, Paul said, trying to relax. Was just him and this guy in there after all, no one would know.
	Charn grinned, this was just the chance he needed after all. He slid down between the stallion’s legs, knowing full well the man’s body was now far too weak and shivery to resist him. He slipped his paws around the thick nuggets, slowly squeezing the equine’s massive orbs. “I gotta say man, I’ve given a lot of rub downs and you gotta be the most endowed guy I’ve seen in a looong time.” The tiger slowly squeezed and tugged the big pouch, working it in his paws and massaging the stallion’s package. Paul for his part was moaning in pleasure. He’d never had anyone handle his junk like this and it was making him quiver with needy. Charn purrrred and then slowly twisted the big orbs in their dark skinned pouch, slowly twisting it again and again. The sac’s skin slowly tightened against the tender cords within. “Might get a little uncomfortable Paul, but you know how it is with masssage right? Lil pain for a big let off at the end.” Paul winced feeling the tugging and twisting as charn worked at his sac, the pain growing. “mmnph...yeah i know...feels kinda good anyway...” Paul blushed, truth be told it felt really good, his cock was hard as a rock now.
	Charn smiled and held the twisted pouch, slowly gripping above it with his fingers and pinching in slowly. He wanted to keep some of the old stallion’s feeling but not all of it. He gently moved his thumb down to the base of the stallion’s pouch, and slooowly slit it along the line between the two fist sized orbs. Paul groaned, feeling a bit of the pressure on his balls drop, not aware that it was his balls dropping into open air. “Alright paul, just relax, this part’s going to feel a bit weird but you’ll feel a lot better after I take the load off you.”, the hungry tiger smiled and crouched between Paul’s legs, his muzzle slipping slowly over one of the big eggs. It was a slow process with how big it was, his lips slowly crawling their way up over the testicle. He panted slowly though his nose till his throat started to swallow at the big orb. Paul winced at the bit of pain growing from his crotch as the big tiger worked the thick nugget into his throat. Paul let out a snort, “nngh.d..d..damnit it....it kinda hurts, hurry it up...” 
	Charn would have chuckled if he could, the big musky orb tasted so good. He felt it strain in his throat for a few moments more, till suddenly his throat twitched and clenched around the bulged testicle, then came apart inside his throat. A splatter of the thick nutmeat slicked over the tiger’s tongue, making Charn moan softly as he snapped his jaws shut, clipping the cord connecting the testicle to it’s owner so he could swallow it entirely down, panting softly at the taste. Paul shuddered when he felt something ‘release’ and then half of that tremendous pressure and pull to wank let off. He let out a relaxed moan and smiled, “I do..don’t know what you just did but if you can do it again I’m giving you a tip.”
	Charn gave a toothy grin at that. “Oh I do have something in mind for that...so don’t worry, I’ll be getting my tip....” Charn slipped a claw around the remaining cord and snipped it, the stallion groaning as more of the weight between his legs lightened. Paul smiled and moaned softly, “That feels great...still..kinda worked up some...” The  tiger smiled and he rubbed his paws firmly across Paul’s rear, squeezing tightly at the firm round cheeks. “Don’t worry, I got something we could do to help you relax,”he said as he pushed a finger slicked with massage oil right into Paul’s pucker, slowly pushing it right into the tight equine orifice. In Paul’s relaxed condition he couldn’t resist and let out a groan, “w..woah I..I’m not gay d..don’t... mnngh... oh... man...” 
	Charn grinned as he stroked a finger over the stallion’s prostate, or rather, the gelding’s prostate. He held the remaining thick orb in his paw, giving it a slow bite like he would a delicious fruit, his teeth sinking though the musky male flesh and slicking his lips in warm nutflesh. He panted and slowly opened his pants as he freed his own barbed shaft from it’s confines. “I dunno, you sound like you like it just fine fine.”, he licked his lips and slid his fingers out of the tight doughnut shaped pucker, chuckling a bit. “How about I show you how the real thing feels? A good and proper ‘prostate’ massage.”, Charn snickered and leaned over Paul, holding his shoulders in place, before pushing his thick barbed tiger cock right into the poor gelding's rear. He speared him easily with it thanks to prepping him with a little massage oil, the thick pink tiger cock gliding right in to the gelding’s tight depths.
	“OH CHRIST!!! GAAAHH!”, Paul shouted out. He might have been slicked alright but that huge tiger shaft had not been what he expected. He’d always heard felines were small! His rear clenched down, trying to force the invader out uselessly as his cock throbbed under him, a glop of pre spattering to the floor. “Oh.g..god d..damn it..h..hurts so..so good...”, Paul panted out, the tiger’s powerful body arched and thrusted above him, slamming the thick shaft in and out. Paul was blissfuly unaware of the way the tiger’s big balls were swatting him with each thrust meant his own balls were missing. He couldn’t focus, the big stallion’s body twitched fitfuly but still was so weak from being massaged into an utterly relaxed state.
	Charn couldn’t help but grin. He was loving the way the big gelding kept clenching, trying to force him out as he slammed his cock back in. Each thrust stroked over the stallion’s twitching pleasure knot again and again inside him. Charn didn’t even need to touch the big horse cock under Paul, it was getting there all on it’s own. The big tiger grunted and growled as he plowed into the tight depths, and laughed a bit as Paul’s cock twitched, and sprayed clear pre across the floor. Charn slamed in hard and moaned himself, a thick load of tiger seed filling the gelding’s rear to the point it drooled back out around the thick cock and dripped to the floor and over the empty pouch that once held Paul’s testicles.  
	Charn pulled out with a wet slick sound and gave Paul’s ass a swat. No reaction at all. Paul had passed right out from his first prostate orgasm. The tiger licked his lips, “perfect hehe....” He then slipped between paul’s legs and grabbed the meaty horse cock, pushing back the sheath all the way to show the root of that proud shaft. “Now for my tip.”, Charn leaned in and slipped his lips around the base of the thick shaft, before biting swiftly though. Quite the sucessful hunt, and all he had to do was tie up that broad who was on her way up here in a closet....