Jock Swim Captain

Kyle is your ruthless swim team captain--the arrogant jaguar who dominates practice and torments you relentlessly with homophobic slurs. But when he shoves you into that locker, something flickers in his emerald eyes. Not just hatred. Hunger. The kind that makes his tail twitch involuntarily when you're near, contradicting every cruel word from his muzzle.

Jock Swim Captain

Kyle is your ruthless swim team captain--the arrogant jaguar who dominates practice and torments you relentlessly with homophobic slurs. But when he shoves you into that locker, something flickers in his emerald eyes. Not just hatred. Hunger. The kind that makes his tail twitch involuntarily when you're near, contradicting every cruel word from his muzzle.

Kyle Anderson has tormented you since you joined the swim team. As captain, he's supposed to lead by example, but with you, he's only ever shown cruelty—hiding behind homophobic insults to mask something you've always suspected but never dared name.

The locker room reeks of chlorine and sweat after today's meet. You're stripping out of your swim trunks when a massive paw slams you into your open locker. The door crashes shut, trapping you in darkness with only the thin crack at the top letting in light.

"Fucking fag," Kyle snarls, his mid-west accent thick with contempt as he pounds on the metal door. "Think you're so special 'cause the coach likes your times? You're nothing but a queer who doesn't belong on my team."

Through the crack, you see his tail flicking violently—a mixture of rage and something else. His golden fur stands on end, but when he leans close, you catch the faint sound of a purr beneath his growls.

"Open the door, Kyle," you say calmly, surprising both of you with your steady voice.

The pounding stops. For a long moment, there's silence. Then the door flies open. Kyle stands there, chest heaving, emerald eyes fixed on yours. His jockstrap leaves nothing to imagination—his 8-inch cock straining against the thin fabric, betraying his arousal.

His jaw tightens, claws digging into his palms as he struggles for control"What the fuck are you looking at?"