A high-pitched howl awoke the young tiger, who was huddled inside the hollow trunk of a tree, glimpsing the morning light that was accompanied by a cool breeze that embraced the feline's bare fur.

Beside him were two of his brothers, huge wolves with coal-black fur, emanating a pleasant, brotherly warmth. The two canines were the same age as the tiger, had grown up together and had always cared for each other: playing together, sharing food and always sleeping in the same den. The three males were orphans and had been adopted by the pack when they were newborns, after a bloody war.

The feline stretched, imitating the beasts he had been raised with, but raising his hindquarters much higher thanks to the natural flexibility of his species. His slender body and sensuality always aroused a feeling of carnal need in his brothers, who did not miss the opportunity to ride him or bite him as a game, never penetrating or hurting him.

When the huge black wolf was off his back, the young tiger got out of the hollow log and took a walk around the camp, exchanging glances with the rest of the pack. There he met the beautiful white-furred she-wolf who had raised him and his lupine brothers and was now the alpha's female, always pregnant and surrounded by attention. He also encountered the old blind wolf, a former male who had always been against admitting outsiders into the pack, and more than once had growled or bitten his brothers.

In the middle of his walk, the feline came upon the alpha of the pack, a huge brown-coated canine that seemed to make the ground tremble with every step he took. The young tiger stood still, waiting for the wolf to inspect him, as it had been every day of his life: a paw, a brief sniff, and a light nip on the neck until it elicited a submissive whimper from the humanoid tiger. The big alpha enjoyed towering over the young adopted one, making his position clear whenever he could.

When the leader let him go, the tiger caught his breath and continued walking among his brothers. The pack was not very large, consisting of about twenty adults and four cubs, all children of the alpha as was the tradition. The tiger fulfilled a strange role among the canines, he was an adult like all the others, accompanying the hunts, protecting the cubs and elders, he had even already fought a couple of times against other packs, but all this was insufficient to avoid that subtle rejection he received from his brothers.

In the middle of his thoughts, a high-pitched beeping sound caught his attention. It was a sound known to the pack, it was a trader from a nearby town who, for several months now, had begun to approach the pack with edible gifts that everyone liked and looked forward to the next meeting to taste that strange spiced meat, leading the most veteran hunters to get huge antlers to repay the stranger, as these objects seemed to be to his liking. This trader was also a tiger, who walked on two legs just like the adopted feline, and seemed to show much interest in that bipedal male who had grown up among beasts, always trying to get his attention with different gifts that were not offered to his lupine brethren.

That day was no exception, when the tiger approached the merchant, he was immediately greeted with a soft, sugary fruitcake, which the youngster was quick to devour.

“ Damn, you were hungry, Garw,” the stranger celebrated, approaching the other tiger and stroking his head as he finished his meal.

“Wenich!” the feline spluttered, expressing his happiness as he tried to say the trader's name.

“Wernich, Weeerrrnich, you're almost there,” the tiger replied encouragingly.

Wernich had gained the wild tiger's trust and had begun to call him “Garw,” a name the youngster began to remember every day with the rising of the sun, building a strange sense of belonging that, at the same time, made him doubt his place in the pack.

A few feet away from the two tigers, the alpha watched the displays of affection and growled angrily as he witnessed an outsider trying to charm a member of his pack. The huge wolf approached the felines and unleashed a large antler he had brought to exchange.

“Chief, welcome back!” the trader celebrated again, rubbing his hands together at the sight of the huge trophy the alpha had brought, and immediately pulled a large ham from a chest and offered it to the lupine.

The canine picked up the piece of meat with his huge teeth and carried it away, turning his head only once to shoot Garw a murderous look before walking away.

Seeing this, the young man swallowed saliva and lowered his ears, thinking about what he had done wrong to anger the alpha like this. The tiger had seen the chief get angry with other members of the pack before, his anger was stealthy and spontaneous, like a snake's attack; he never went so far as to kill anyone in the group, but he did enjoy humiliating and imposing himself so as to never lose respect or show any sign of weakness.

“Hey, Garw, wouldn't you like to come with me to town?” asked the merchant.

The young feline twisted his head to the side at these words without managing to understand what the other male was trying to tell him.

“Home, with my wife, we have an empty room and we could give you work,” the stranger continued to explain.

“Weeenich!” the young man replied, still not understanding what he was being told.

Wernich shook his head as he realized it was impossible to make himself understood and grabbed the other tiger's hand, pulling it in the direction of the forest exit, but Garw let out a shriek and struggled until he let go, shaking his head frantically and making a horrified face.

Garw knew what Wenich wanted, but running away from the pack was not possible, he was marked with the scent of the alpha and they would not get very far, for better or worse, his life was tied to the pack, which was his family and his prison.

The stranger saw the fear in the young feline's eyes, realizing that what he was proposing was impossible and, before he could continue to persuade him, the wild tiger ran away.

The young tiger quickly left the trader behind and returned to the dens, perhaps if he hurried to apologize in some way he could appease the big alpha. But, when he reached the fallen log, which indicated the beginning of the heart of the pack's territory, the alpha wolf was waiting for him.

The leader's back was bristling and his muzzle was completely wrinkled from the constant growling that indicated his anger. Garw knelt and lowered his head in submission, hoping he might be worthy of the beast's clemency. But luck seemed not to be on the side of the tiger who, feeling the lupine's footsteps approaching, knew he could not avoid being disciplined.

First, the wolf sniffed the young man, detecting the physical contact he had had with the stranger, confirming his suspicions of possible treachery. But, while thinking how to punish the rebellious male, he remembered that this strange member of his pack, had been with them for years and, although he aroused certain suspicions as he was not a quadruped like the others, he should be treated the same as the rest of his siblings. This led the alpha to make a decision.

The young feline felt the leader's teeth grab his back and immediately groaned in terror, then he was thrown to the ground, lying completely flat on his belly. Immediately, the tiger felt the big wolf's tongue in the same place where he had been bitten, causing a cold chill to run down his back.

When the alpha suddenly changed his attitude and positioned himself behind Garw, the young man knew what was in store for him. The feline had already seen the mighty wolf do this to punish and subjugate the rebellious members of the pack, who were sentenced to be the females of the big canine for a season, being excluded from the hunts to be mounted by the leader whenever he felt like it, living in constant humiliation by smelling like a female who would never carry cubs in her womb.

Garw turned his head to beg whimpering, but all he got was a big paw against his face that made him settle from the same position he was in before, resigned to the justice that was about to be meted out to him.
 
The powerful canine watched the tiger for a moment, the difference in size between the two males was significant, the feline was the same size as that of a young female but with a more streamlined body, short fur and a strange smell, but that small hole, just below the tail was there, just like any other male he had dominated before.

As the leader's paws embraced Garw's abdomen, the big wolf anchored himself to the feline with an iron grip and lowered his hindquarters, allowing his thick sheath to kiss the young tiger's small anus.  Immediately, Garw felt a hot, wet tip touch him at his most intimate spot, causing him to give one last moan before his sentence. The thrusts began and the pointed penis worked its way straight into its target, the leader was not an inexperienced cub, he would not give thrusts in vain, every movement was precise, sharp and accurate.

Discomfort was the feline's first sensation, a discomfort that in a few seconds turned into a sharp pain that would not stop when the alpha's penis was fully inserted into his bowels. The size of the lupine male allowed him to easily thrust his long penis in and out, with its little knot not yet inflated included, jolting the other male and making him squeal in pain every time his sheath kissed the feline anus again.

The rough movement was getting faster and faster, making the desperate tiger's face drag against the floor, barely giving him time to catch his breath and keep screaming from the deep pain the thick penis was causing him as it parted the folds of his bowels. Not even the abundant spurts of precum soothed the burning he felt inside him and only helped to make the rough action the alpha was exerting on the feline more sonorous. Now Garw understood the heart-rending howls of so many other males that had angered the leader, a humiliation that had begun only minutes ago but seemed to have been going on for hundreds of hours.

The feline's shrieks alerted the rest of the pack, who soon gathered to witness the punishment the young male was suffering at the hands of the huge brute who rammed him relentlessly, causing the tiger to claw at the ground in an attempt to hold on with each thrust.

Garw's brothers grunted as they watched the obscene spectacle, feeling deprived of their precious brother, whom they had wanted to mount so many times in the privacy of their den but had always been rejected. Now another male was taking the trophy of the virginity of that feline who had been raised with them, brutally imposing himself on that little anus they considered their property.

Just as Garw was getting used to the penetration, thanks to the precum that dripped from inside him with each thrust, one last particularly strong movement drove the male's nub in, forcing his anus to widen enormously and drawing a scream from him that was heard throughout the clearing.

The bulge at the base of the alpha's cock swelled rapidly, making the young feline's tears and drool fall from his muzzle, while the thick piece of lupine meat pumped out powerful, thick jets of spunk that soon conquered the tiger's bowels, leading him to feel the warmth of the father of the pack in his loins, almost making him lose consciousness from the pain, discomfort and humiliation he was experiencing in front of his entire family.

A thick, warm tongue licked the exhausted young man's face, granting him slight comfort and relief from the painful situation he was suffering. Focusing his gaze, Garw observed the female who had raised him along with his brothers, one of the alpha's favorite females who was also one of the best hunters in the pack. That she-wolf was always like a mother to the tiger and even now, when the leader threatened with unpleasant growls, she showed the love she felt for the young male, her cub.

A while later, the alpha's huge penis popped out the feline's ruined anus, causing a torrent of lupine semen to shoot out of Garw's bowels, quickly creating a thick, white puddle on the ground. The tiger's reddened and widened hole seemed to struggle to try to close and regain its natural state, but only succeeded in producing slight spasms that barely served to expel more of the abundant canine seed from the young male's bowels.

The alpha scratched the ground next to the defeated feline, indicating to the entire pack the punishment the youngster would live through for the entire season and, after making it clear that his power remained intact, he left without giving a last look at the male he had just deflowered.

After the big wolf left the scene, the rest of the group dispersed, returning to their activities. The two wolves, Garw's brothers, helped him back to his den and took care of him. One of the males licked the feline's face while the other carefully licked his burning anus, cleaning and swallowing the alpha's cum that never seemed to run out.

When night came, the three of them rolled up to sleep, as was the habit, to take advantage of the body heat and to feel the familiar scent of their family that gave them tranquility. However, Garw was still awake, waiting for that huge beast to appear to claim him again and make him relive his painful sentence, which the young man hoped this time would not be in front of the whole pack in broad daylight.

The tiger's anus contracted, remembering that thick canine cock, and an uncomfortable burning made the young male groan. At least he wouldn't have to hunt for a season, and that warm feeling of the thick, copious semen hadn't been so bad either. Besides, he would always have the willing tongue of one of his brothers to soothe him.

Garw brought his hand to his crotch, he was completely wet with precum and his feline penis remained hard and outside his sheath. The young male grunted and closed his eyes.