Klay’s Angry Fap
       
       “That stupid, ngh… cat…” Normally, Klay was a very sound sleeper. The certainty in his own superiority made it really easy to relax even in the worst conditions. Tonight though, he was tossing and turning, absolutely unable to get someone out of his head. “Graff…” He groaned the name pitifully before biting his lip. That kitty was his worst rival, and a filthy brute besides. But since the trial this afternoon, he’d been unable to get him out of his head. 
       
       Graff had been impressive, admittedly. The way he’d fought off the bots that attacked him in the trial was a very awing demonstration of his brute strength. Even with the baggy clothes he was always wearing, it was super obvious the cat was jacked after that. Klay couldn’t help but imagine the muscles hiding under those clothes. 
       
       “Ah! Quit it!” The frustrated lion swore at his own brain for making him think of it. You probably couldn’t even see any muscles under that cat’s thick fur. You’d have to feel them, run your hands over him. “Grr…” Klay curled up in his bed. It wasn’t fair for Graff of all people to be making him feel this hot, especially when he wasn’t even here to do anything about it. 
       
       It wasn’t fair at all. When Klay had been vulnerable, hanging from the wall during their trial, Graff could have taken advantage of him. He didn’t. He could have shocked him, paid him back for all the bullying, but that stupid cat was too damn nice. He didn’t even leave him hanging there. Klay squirmed under his sheets thinking about that. 
       
       “You could have done anything you wanted to me, you know.” He mumbled, reaching down and touching himself over his underwear. He imagined it was that cat’s strong paw groping him. He thought of Graff so close to him. He could almost feel the cat’s breath on him, and he could absolutely smell it. “Ngh… d-don’t…” He mumbled along with his fantasy as he slipped his paw into his briefs, first grabbing onto his dick roughly, then squirming as he slid the briefs down. 
       
       Graff would rip his pants down without a care in the world. He would fondle him roughly. Maybe he would even kiss him. Klay bit his lip, thinking about that rotten breath again. He could almost taste it while the Graff in his head continued to fondle him. He was aching for release more and more while he fondled himself, eventually squirming and kicking until his briefs were finally kicked away. 
       
       Once he was fully bare, Graff would have started to blow him. “Y-yeah, that’s it…” Klay paused and grabbed his cock hard, trying to hold himself back while he thought about the warmth of the cat’s mouth. He reached out and pawed at his face, desperately panting in an effort to make his fantasy last longer. Eventually he had enough control to allow himself to start thrusting into his palm while he thought of Graff deep-throating him. “Ch-choke on it… g-garbage boy…” 
       
       Klay started to shiver and had to cover his mouth to stop himself from groaning too loudly. His body curled reflexively while he tried to hold himself back. To his infinite shame the insult was awakening something in him. It probably would have made him sick if he hadn’t felt so horny about it. 
       
       In his mind things had shifted around. What if Graff had been the one who got hung up? Klay definitely wouldn’t have let him down so easy. He would have fondled those muscles, groped at Graff’s cock, dropped those baggy jeans on the floor, and, maybe, he would have even gone down on him. “S-Stinky… grr… g-garbage boy…” He groaned, imagining the cat’s package. In his mind, Graff was absolutely hung, barely hidden beneath a pair of baggy, overused boxers. 
       
       Klay could smell it clear as day, and his cock started to pulse wildly as he did. Graff always stunk of sweat and junkyard dirt, like he never bathed and always carried his filthy home with him. Klay imagined that his boxers would smell the worst of everything, soaked in sweat and cum and probably never changed. 
       
       The young lion started to stroke himself hard now, going at it in earnest. His paw on his face started to tickle at his nose. He imagined it was the kitty’s dick, slapping against him. “Ha! Y-You reek, Graff!” Without thinking, he started to lick at his fingers, still imagining Graff. He sat himself up and leaned forward as he got lost in the fantasy. His dick was absolutely aching. 
       
       Finally, one roaring moan struck him, silenced quickly when he stuck his paw in his mouth, slammed his eyes shut, and bit down. His cock twitched wildly in his paw, and he squeezed the tip to try and slow himself, but this time it was too late. He came, first slowly as he tried to hold himself back, then wildly when he gave in and started pawing at himself even more madly. 
       
       Graff would swallow so good. He would suck and suck until the young lion was completely drained. That’s what Klay would do if he was in Graff’s place. He could only imagine the smell of it, the gross, slimey feel of it. His whole body ached for minute while he pictured it so clearly. And he just kept cumming and cummng. 
       
       “Ngh… Graff…” Klay groaned when he was finally able to open his eyes and remove his fingers from his mouth. His tail started to flick as the gross, cold stickiness on his paw set in. He was still half hard, and plenty horny, but some sense was creeping back. “Ugh… it’s not fair…” He blinked while he thought about tomorrow. He’d see the cat soon enough, and things would be just like usual. He glared down at his cum socked paw. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you this much… grr.” Annoying, he briefly thought about tasting it, wondering if maybe Graff’s would taste the same. 
       
       Then, in a fit, he wiped the stain away on the sheets and angrily curled himself back up into his blanket. “Stupid cat!” In spite of all his previous efforts to quiet himself, he shouted, practically roaring before he bit into his pillow to shut himself up. One day he’d show that dirty punk. His tail started to twitch as he thought about it. He’s have him pinned down and at his mercy, every bit as horny as he was making Klay now. Then he’d be the one losing sleep.