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Limit Break

Sneak Peek

Tomac walked up the stairs of his apartment complex. Sure, he could use the crystal network to teleport right into his room, but with his office job, he always found ways to squeeze in a little workout here and there. As a Hrothgar Lost, he never had to work out much to pack on muscle, and he loved that, but the problem was finding a mate he considered above him. Sure, the white tiger Hrothgar was short, but otherwise a testament to his race’s powerful and prideful bodies with thick muscle, wide and muscular feet, strong jaw and dignified gate, all compacted into a five foot frame. He was tinny for his species, but just because his size was reduced didn’t mean he wasn’t powerful and strong. He would routinely have to hold back while arm-wrestling to prevent bones from snapping. People always thought because he was small that he needed protecting, or that he would be a pushover. All it would take was a single square up to rectify any weakling’s attempts at courtship. Tomac loved how the light would fade from their eyes as he closed his grip, grinding the bones in their hands to show them the mistake they made in assuming he was weak.

The feeling was purely intoxicating, watching people who thought they had a shot crumple to their knees begging him not to crack their fingers and grind their bones to dust in his powerful grip. How dare they think themselves worthy? How dare they think they had a chance when they couldn’t even hold their composure during a simple test of strength? The disparity between their size didn’t make up for the vast ocean that existed between their levels of strength. Simply laughable.

Then there was that one night. Tomac froze in place half way down the hall as a pink blush brushed over his muzzle. That rosy hue was out of place on such a resting brood-face, the pink clashing with the inky sclera and black face markings, his ruby eyes a million miles away as he remembered that interaction as though it were yesterday. A larger hand came around his. It was powerful, it was strong, its fingers eclipsed his in every way. Even though his own arm was ready for a fight, the one that clasped his was corded with power, a warm helion paw, his black claws relaxed as those fingers gently slipped around his, containing his entire hand. Calloused paws from hard work brushed against his, those fingers as thick as sausages. In that moment Tomac knew that hand could crush him, break his fingers, pin him down in seconds. That beast wasn’t being gentle to be nice, it was out of necessity.

“You ready little one?” he had said as he stroked his thumb against the back of his hand to comfort him, as though he were talking to a frightened kitten rather than another Hrothgar.

“Hey there short, dark, and handsome,” someone broke Tomac out of his mental reverie.

Tomac blinked and looked up to see a tall Xaela, his human features covered in dark ashen scales as his horns framed his brow and jaw. Tomac was quite familiar with their species. He liked how strong they were despite how slender they looked. All that power in such a compact form.

“Hi?” Tomac cocked a brow, adjusting his glasses so he could look through them instead of over the brim.

“Such a cold response,” the Xaela put his hands up. “I’m just trying to be a good neighbor. I might even want to take you out for a drink sometime. Wouldn’t that be a fun night?”

“Not interested,” Tomac tried to brush the guy off, but when Tomac tried to sidestep him in the hall, an arm barred his path. The Xaela had put his hand against the wall, the hologram covering the concrete shivered for a moment before adjusting.

“Come on, you can’t honestly say you haven’t at least thought about what someone with dragon’s blood could do for a kitten like you.”

“I thought the Au Ra weren’t dragons?” Tomac cocked a brow and adjusted his glasses.

“We can say it, you can’t,” the Xaela smirked. “But I don’t mind a bit of race play if you don’t mind me putting a little collar around that pretty neck of yours.”

Tomac’s lips twitched into the shadow of a sneer, his silver nose-ring accenting the movement by tilting upward. He hated men like this that thought they were stronger than him just because he was shorter. He loved being small, but he hated the entitlement and false sense of authority people got from it.

“I told you I’m not interested, now move,” Tomac let a shallow growl slip from his throat.

“Oh come on now kitten,” the Xaela moved his hand beneath the tiger’s chin to scratch it. “Everyone knows that once the Au Ra catch the sent, they don’t give up the chase.”

“Well, someone has already caught your quarry,” Tomac slapped the Xaela’s hand away from his face. “I’m married.”

“Oh you are? Then where’s your ring?” A cocky grin started to play across the Xaela’s lips, his fang glinting in the low light.

“Hey,” a deep rumbling voice rippled through the hall. Before Tomac could blink, the Xaela was pinned against the wall, the hologram glitching and showing the concrete beneath it had cracked and fractured, his throat caught in the manly paw from his memory.

“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” The new helion snarled. “That’s my mate you’re fucking with.”

There he was, Andy. The massive beast of a man stood before him. How he didn’t feel the vibrations of his footsteps from down the hall was a mystery to Tomac. How such a massive man could be so silent in his approach was a true show of his beastly control over his hulking muscle. He was tall, taller than tall, taller than any other helion, hell, taller than any Hrothgar Tomac had ever met. Andy was easily eight feet, his body bulging with muscle. His chocolate fur was covered with lighter brown stripes that almost looked orange by contrast, his arms were thicker than Tomac’s legs, his corded forearms and bulging biceps outclassed so many. His cannonball shoulders and rippling delts lashed onto a neck of corded power that held up a strong, bearded jaw. His wild mane was a darker brown than his fur, groomed and silky, a single braid swayed over his face, settling down against his strong cheek bones from the leap he had made to pin the other man. His chest was exposed, his shelf like pectorals pushed out, the one corded up with tension from holding the Xaela in place, golden barbells glinted in each thick juicy nip. His abdominal wall was eight, mounting bricks, bowing out to hold back the power contained in that barrel chest. His legs were clad in skin tight denim, the jeans the only article of clothing the beast wore, his feet exposed, his toe claws sinking into the carpet, causing the concrete beneath to crack and splinter.

“B-Back…off dude!” The Xaela grunted. “You aint got no ring on neither!”

“Oh, he doesn’t wear the ring on his hand,” Andy smirked, his fangs glinting like blades. He gripped the Xaela’s throat harder, crushing his voice box and silencing him before throwing him on the ground. Before the guy had a chance to choke on his own throat, Andy slammed his foot down on his face, pinning him. He flexed his toes on his face, his claws scaring the weaker man’s skin, as he slipped his foot down lower to show off the glittering toe ring. “He’s married to my fucking toes you dip shit. I should kill you for even thinking you’re in the same class as my fuck speck.”

Andy relaxed and stood up to his full height and slipped his hands in his pockets, the thick fingers warping the fabric.

“Yo! Babe,” Andy started, his voice deep and rumbling as he effortlessly kept the Xaela pinned beneath his foot. “This guy bothering you?”

Tomac had to keep himself composed as he watched the display of power. His onyx fangs slipped from his lips as he smiled and purred, his tail flicking behind him as he walked up to his man, purposefully stepping on the Xaela’s back and causing him to cough into his man’s sole.

“Not anymore,” Tomac leaned up on his tiptoes, his shoes digging into the man’s back like a human stepstool. Andy still had to lean down to press his lips against his man. A three foot gap wasn’t easy to close. Their lips pressed against one another, a deep rumble emanated from Andy’s chest as their lips smacked tenderly, their tongues lulling around one another as the larger helion dove his tongue down to slap Tomac’s tonsils, dominating the kiss.

“Good,” Andy gave a light kiss on the white Hrothgar’s nose. “Do you want him dead? You know I can crush his skull right here. I heard some of the shit he was saying, and you know disrespecting my property is a crime punishable by death.”

Wet grunts and gasps could be heard as Andy started to apply pressure, his powerful thigh bulging up and causing the threads of his jeans to pop slightly, natural tears forming to show the corded power of those hamstrings.

“It would be easy,” Andy rumbled, nipping his man’s ear. “Like crushing a grape.”

“Someone is frisky,” Tomac murred. “You usually only get this bad after I’ve riled you up.”

“What can I say,” Andy cupped his man’s muzzle, forcing those ruby orbs to look into the golden eyes of the much larger cat. “You drive me wild.”

They kissed, their tongues dancing in each other’s maws, Tomac barely able to move his as his man filled his muzzle with powerful, thick tongue. They mulled over each other’s tongues while Tomac mulled over the fragile life beneath their soles.

“Fuck it,” Tomac broke the kiss. “Leave him. Who cares what a doormat has to say.”

“Fair enough,” Andy murred, lifting his man up to carry him to their apartment, kicking the Xaela out of their way. Andy was very careful to deposit his little man on the ground as soon as they got into the apartment. “How was your day, hun?”

Tomac smiled, his black fangs contrasting with his glistening white teeth. “I completed that thing we discussed.”

The white Hrothgar flicked his wrist where a black band with a red materia glowed into action. A projection of a cube rolling with code hovered just above his hand.

“Damn,” Andy purred like thunder. “I can’t believe something so small can make such a large change.”

“Yeah, it’ll remove the limit caps on the apartment’s reality engine, and I programmed a few new surprises as well.”

“What kind of surprises?” Andy helped Tomac out of his coat, hanging it up for him.

“Now, if I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises, would they,” Tomac murred. “Though, you can rest assured, they are all the better to worship you with, my big beastly man.”

“Mmmm…fuck, makes my surprise seem a little less special,” Andy smirked. Before Tomac could ask what it was, the larger Hrothgar nodded toward their living room. Their apartment complex was top of the line, the windows overlooking the sky scraping buildings and flying cars on solar roadways, the blue screens that hovered with their queued shows now had a flickering fireplace in them, the warm chestnut wood floors were covered by a large cobalt-blue rug with yellow and gold patters stitched into it. The furniture was very deco in nature, with hard lines and blue neon lights as trim to contrast the cobalt blues.

Though, what was special was the dinner on the table with a bouquet of black and white roses. A warm meal was steaming on plates ready for the little feline.

“W-What? Did you do all this before I got home?” Tomac turned to face his man, the larger wild cat had a single red velvet rose in his maw as he bounced his brows. All a misdirection as he kicked the empty takeout bag into their closet where he could discreetly take it out when he was cleaning up later.

A light laugh slipped past Tomac’s lips before he could catch it. “I bet you’re proud of that. It explains why you’re wearing those jeans I like.”

“And nothing else baby,” Andy removed the rose and gently swayed his tail while rocking his hips forward, the bulge clear and visible in his jeans. “Just the way you like it.”

“What’s all this for?” Tomac asked as he stepped up to the table, Andy following him.

“Nothing in particular,” Andy placed the red velvet rose in the black and white bouquet, a ruby droplet atop a mound of black and white velvet. “Can’t a Daddy just do something nice for his obedient, good boy?”

“With no ulterior motive?” Tomac cocked a brow.

“Well,” Andy gently cupped his man’s muzzle, his thumb brushing against that angsty face. “I’m also looking to bone.”

“You know you own me,” Tomac leaned into that massive hand. He could palm his entire head with that beastly mitt.

“Oh I know,” Andy rumbled. “I could have just been sitting on the couch with a cigar and two fingers of scotch and you’d have come squealing to finish the look by diving face first between my legs. Wouldn’t you? Ready to be daddy’s perfect son?”

“Ohhh…fuck yes I would Sir,” Tomac murred, his blush glowing on his cheeks. He loved doing the daddy and son play. It always put his fur on end in the best of ways.

“Then, my dear Tomac, if Daddy wanted to have a romantic night with his good, obedient son, who the fuck are you to refuse?” Andy murred it out like it was a threat, almost as though he were daring the smaller feline to deny him, but Tomac couldn’t even muster a fake refusal. It had been a long day, and nothing relieved stress faster than obeying his big beastly man.

“Fuck Daddy, you’re a fucking beast, you know that?” Tomac kissed Andy’s thumb, his lips parting, the smallest bit of moisture cooling the larger helion’s thumb as the smaller white feline contemplated giving into his man’s demands right then and there.

“You bet your ass I am,” Andy murred darkly. “I can’t wait to fuck you like you’re a condom for me to fill.”

“The sweet talk devolved into dirty talk pretty quick there, huh,” Tomac smiled up at his big man, but the blush was still deep and red across his face.

“You know how I get when I’m horny,” Andy smirked, his cock flexing in his jeans, the thick pipe of helion meat was snaking down a pant leg. “How long will it take for that little program of yours to integrate into the system?”

“We have time for a round or two before it’s finished integrating. We can still use the reality settings while the program is installing.”

“I guess we should eat first, not let your favorite takeout get cold.”

“To be honest,” Tomac leaned up on his tiptoes, his hands barely able to reach his man’s neck from so far up above him, even while the larger wild cat crouched down. “I had a late lunch.”

“So, skipping straight to dessert?” Andy smirked with a lusty growl.

“Was that a question?” Tomac smiled, his tail swishing higher with each gentle swing.

“I get ya,” Andy rumbled out, his gruff voice paired so well with whisky and cigars. “You don’t want me to ask for permission, do ya.”

“Do I ever?” Tomac countered.

“You remember our safe word?” Andy murred tenderly cupping his man’s muzzle.

“I do,” Tomac leaned into that paw, almost purring like a kitten.

“And are you going to use it?” Andy gave his man a sly smirk.

“Never,” Tomac responded, his lips parting and dragging across his man’s palm as he kissed it. They had a safe word ages ago. To be honest, Tomac didn’t even really remember exactly what it was. The important thing was that Andy was willing to share enough power to give Tomac a ripcord if he couldn’t take his man’s aggression. Tomac never used it once. The smaller feline loved how his man would push boundaries, show off his raw power and strength, and use that to effortlessly dominate him. That’s what Tomac wanted, no choice in the matter, no way to say no, to be utterly dominated by someone who was his undeniable superior in every way.

“Damn right you’re not,” Andy rumbled, leaning down and gripping the back of Tomac’s shirt and tearing it off him. The button down and printed T were torn in half effortlessly. “Damn, babe! You got a hot tight body.”

“Andy! I loved that shirt,” Tomac furrowed his brow.

“And what are you going to do about it, runt?” Andy growled in his ear. Tomac shivered at that. Being called a runt as a Hrothgar was dirty and borderline reprehensible. Too small to be good for anything, not a man, a piece of means for the real Hrothgars to use as they please. It was an archaic slur, but fuck if it didn’t put the little runt in his place!

“Oh ffff…mmm…” Tomac couldn’t find the words, his voice was shaking, his jaw quivering as that hot breath slowly emphasized his next words.

“That’s what I thought,” Andy growled almost angrily, each hot word slipped down the smaller cat’s spine like molasses that tingled his vertebra. That hot breath accompanied by a tongue lulling over his ear before those blade like teeth gently raked over it, threatening what disobedience would get him. This wasn’t the first time Andy got impatient and tore an article of clothing off his man. He always replaced them, or got something better. It was less an act of disrespect and more of a show that access to Tomac’s body was more important than the integrity of his clothes, and that made Tomac shiver.

“That’s a good little pet,” Andy huffed. “Now come to daddy. Show me what your daydreams were filled of while you were away.”

Tomac didn’t need any more encouragement. He didn’t so much as push forward as much as he fell into his man’s chest. The white Hrothgar purred, he couldn’t help it, he was a kitten compared to the beastly man before him. His lips dragged slowly across those abs until his brow reached his man’s pectoral shelf. His hands came up, rolling over the angry thunderclouds that made up Andy’s obliques before cupping those massive muscle tits. Tomac’s paws rolled over those massive muscle pillows, each rippling with power. His fingers bouncing over those nipples and their golden piercings. His nose pressed up underneath them right where all the sweat would collect during his workouts. He took a deep whiff, the aroma of a hard day’s work tickled Tomac’s sense, beckoning him forward. He gave a little huff, his maw coming open as that crevice was getting hot. He slipped his tongue over that little patch of chest hair. The skin was lightly damp and housed a musk that held a kiss of sunshine in it.

It was the smell of his man, his workout still salty sweet on the smaller cat’s tongue. Like licking fresh sea salt. Suddenly the pecs around him bounced, the thick muscle audibly flexing as Andy grinned down at his little morsel. It’s what he would normally do to get Tomac’s attention.

“Damn son, you’ve got it bad for Daddy, huh?” Andy continued to bounce his pecs as he talked own to his little morsel. The little guy was hypnotized by those pecs. They were massive slabs of power, each larger than the big helion’s head, and he had supreme control over them. All that power, all that size, all that strength to wield, and Tomac knew his man only craved more. More dominance, more power, more ways to pile drive him in the dirt, to emphasize the vast distance in their superiority. He was the apex predator, the true mold for what a Hrothgar aspires to be. And they both wanted to shatter that mold.

“Come here,” Tomac took Andy’s paw and started to walk backwards, but the tall mound of muscle refused to move. Andy bent to no man’s will, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to obey a command form a runt like him. The larger feline gave Tomac a cocky grin. “Please…Daddy…please may I direct you to your chair? Where I can properly worship you? You can’t expect a runt like me to be able to be a good son and worship a hulking beast that’s just so…so…” Tomac’s words were failing him, he took a hard gulp before the only word that could be used to describe Andy passed his lips with a drop of drool. “Big…”

Andy’s cocky grin grew wider. He gave a little shrug and walked forward. The massive helion’s heels shook the apartment. Andy wasn’t going to hide his size, not for a runt who needed to know his place, so he made sure the downstairs neighbors knew exactly who was home, his massive footfalls vibrating through the apartment as he was guided to the couch; his throne. Andy was sat down, his massive, thick ass cheeks pressing firmly into the cushions, his arms spread over the back rest as he relaxed down into his position. Tomac was losing it, his man looked so cocky, so superior, like a king on that couch!

“Get to work, son,” Andy rumbled, putting one foot on the coffee table and pushing it with a quick flex of his ankle. The table swung forward and off to the side like a door on its hinge. He then patted the rug before him with his foot. “Just cleared a spot for you.”

That display of power sent shivers down Tomac’s spine. He watched with rapt adoration and devotion, like watching a prophet perform a miracle. It wasn’t the fact Andy could move the table so easily, no, Tomac could have done it himself. It was the fact that he could see every muscle, every tendon flex and shift, tearing his jeans further with such an insignificant fraction of his might that showed the power and precision Andy had over his muscle. It wasn’t just for show. His man, his dominator, his Pride Alpha was a lethal weapon. The fact that he hadn’t accidently killed him with all that power was a testament to how much control he had over all that raw strength.

Thud!

Tomac fell to his knees, the shaking of his legs was too great. That simple show of force was enough to cause him to buckle under the mounting amazingness of his man. Not only that, but the tears in Andy’s jeans revealed peaks of pink, throbbing flesh that kept snaking further and further down his pant leg.

And this was Andy using the reality bending properties of their apartment to compress himself down! In order to cater to many species, some being hyper in size, it was standard that housing came equipped with reality altering engines. So instead of expending resources trying to scale everything up, it was actually more effective to have a standard size with these engines that could help keep people’s size contained. This also helped smaller species as well, making them larger, but Tomac and Andy frequently reversed the polarity of the engine, growing the disparity in their size.

And Tomac had finally finished the coding to remove the size caps on the engines.

Tomac gulped, knowing just how to bring out the beast in his man, trembling at the thought of what Andy would become once his program was fully installed. The little white tiger’s pants were tented, an even darker spot forming on his black jeans where his own impressive cock was leaking through. For only being five feet tall, an eight inch dick was pretty massive, but nothing when compared to the beast throbbing in Andy’s pants.

Andy smirked down at his obedient little runt, the white of Tomac’s fur glowing almost pink with how hot and heavy he was, his blush spreading all over his body as he looked on at the bigger feline’s greatness.

The reality engine got a message from the positioning, a default program being activated when there was a change in body temperature and heartrate. It activated as soon as Tomac gave the signal. It was simple, yet very effective. Tomac cradled Andy’s leg, that thick calf overflowing with power and size, threaded with definition and powerful veins despite being clad in denim and completely relaxed. Tomac brought that foot up, the glorious wide, thick foot in his face now, each glorious toe tipped with razor onyx claws. Then the golden ring shown at him. His wedding ring with the only word he needed to know glinting across it in all caps.

SUBMIT

And Tomac did. He opened his maw, closed his eyes and kissed that ring, like he was paying respect to a mob boss, or more accurately with how religious the moment felt, the pope’s ring. His tongue lulled out as he tenderly traced the letters on that ring with his tongue, memorizing those letters and how they felt before moving onto the toe. It was warm, slightly damp, and held a faint musk. It was like a slick, salty layer of hard work that had been put into those soles, and Tomac would work his Daddy’s stress from them, like a good runt. He wrapped his lips around the big toe of that foot, putting the heel in his lap while one hand worked over the sole, rubbing his thumbs into it while his tongue lulled over that toepad and the claw. His other hand worked between the other four toes, flexing them outward, cracking them, messaging them before his maw popped off the big toe and started to weave his tongue between the others.

The reality engine whirred to life, the rules of their apartment changing. It was almost instantaneous. A warm trickle of energy left Tomac and slipped into his man, the energy curling up his leg, causing it to flex, his toes splaying in pleasure as the little white runt’s body shrank down further.

“Fuck, that’s right, son,” Andy murred, his voice dipping ever so slightly deeper. “Makeout with your fucking husband. Show your daddy some fucking respect and show those working man’s feet the love they deserve.”

“Yeth Daddy,” Tomac’s legs shivered as he felt that sole stretch and thicken, the toe in his maw digging deeper as that sole spread against his thumbs while he worked it over. Cracking the joints deep in the muscle, using all his hand strength to relax his man’s toes. Andy deserved it, it was Tomac’s place as his Daddy’s runt to keep the man of his house relaxed. To be beneath him, to worship and adore this paragon of man from the base up. Andy’s foot continued to flex and expand, each kiss, each lick, every hurried gasp from the smaller kitten sending a trickle of power from him into his man. It was small, it was slow, it was deliberate, but it was steady and only accelerating. Threads popped as the jeans on Andy’s body started to break apart, the tears getting bigger and bigger, revealing more and more muscle, more of his glorious body.

Andy couldn’t hold it back anymore, his pet was just doing too good a job of being so subservient, of showing him he knows his place, that he flexed his dick, his prostate audibly flexing with power as that cock ripped free from its denim prison. It slapped his chest, the tip well above his belly button, the pink fleshy rod covered in angry veins as his knot swelled form his sheath. The helion’s nuts each sloshed out of their confines, the air being tinged with the musk of pure man. Andy’s dick had already been augmented from its sixteen inches to eighteen, that knot a fat ball of meat that rivaled his softball sized nuts.

And still the reality engine syphoned size from Tomac and flowed it into Andy, the helion wasn’t even pulling from his own reserves of size. He just deserved the size more than his runt did. Andy was clearly expanding, already reaching nine feet and Tomac was reduced to a four foot tall pipsqueak, and still the size flowed.

“Yesssss,” Andy growled. “Hand it over, runt! You love pumping up your daddy, don’t you, pet?”

“Uh hugk,” Tomac gaged a bit as the toes in his mouth expanded suddenly, Andy’s pleasure boiling in him causing his body to draw from his own size reserves, expanding outward and upward. The foot in the smaller feline’s lap pushed him further across the carpet, that heel falling further down on the diminishing cat’s body.

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