"Tora, Tora, Tora" Banzuke Sumo Toshiyori, Part 11

"Wot ‘cha think ?…leather shorts an’ da harness…OR…harness with da posing pouch ??" Decker rumbled, asking his partners opinion, as he held up various leather garments up against his nude body.

"Nah…just wear a smile…." beamed Nameh, as he sprawled out, naked on top of the bed’s duvet, relishing the impromptu ‘Fashion show’ his hunky tiger lover was putting on.

"Ah’m bein’ SERIOUS…ma ‘Boss’ is really fussy about wearing da right clothes t’ the ‘Office’…it’s not ‘Casual Friday’ t’day….." joked the muscular tiger.

"Oh…I’m sure he’ll ‘let you off’, fawned the effeminate lion. "Besides don’t you have your new ‘Trainee’ coming to the ‘Office’ today….?? ‘Cumming’ being very much the key word there, I think".

"Yeah, ah know !!….this’ll sound crazy…but…ah’m actually ah bit nervous about it".

"Yes, the poor love didn’t even want to go home last night, he was having such a great time" sighed Nameh, remembering the previous day when Milk had turned up at opening time, and stayed pretty much until closing. He’d have followed them both to bed that night, if either of them had let him.

"He’s SO much of ah ‘Natural’, it kinda scares me….." continued Decker as he strapped his thick black leather harness over his large pectorals. " ‘Like if either of us asked ‘im t’ jump off ah cliff…. He’d DO IT without hesitation !".

"That ‘Natural Slave’ thing you mentioned ??" cooed Nameh, as he wandered to his own section of the wardrobe to pick out something to wear.

"Yeah….dat black wolf, Lyro who does da Sumo is the ‘Beta’ t’ dat Randell, so Daikonran an’ some of the others told me…but ah think it’s different with canines….." continued Decker as he squeezed himself into a pair of tight leather shorts which left little to the imagination.

"Maybe he just sees you as a Father figure or something….maybe that’s his emotional or psychological ‘need’….." suggested the lion as he slipped into a pair of ‘Daisy duke’ cut off Levi’s, and pulled a red t shirt with a ‘Enjoy COCK’ spoof soft-drink logo printed in white upon it, over his head.

"Yeah…ma’be…" mused the tiger, mulling the thought over in his head.

"And besides, you set that ‘Collar’ rule…..didn’t you?, that’ll stop things getting TOO out of hand", continued Nameh as he finished dressing.

"I guess so…." sighed Decker, still a little lost in thought as he checked himself in the full-length mirror.

"Come ON !" pouted Nameh, "You look fine…you’re acting like a cub who’s frightened to go to the Dentists !".

"Yeah, ah REALLY should lay off da sugared cereal….." sneered Decker, sarcastically "Oh, dat’s a point….ah’ve n’t cleaned my teeth yet".

"You where having SUCH a great time picking out your leather ensemble for today……..".

"Yeah, YEAH !!!, a’m NERVOUS…alright !!" interrupted the tiger, before the lion could finish his sentence "Look, y’ go an’ open up !, ah’ll be down inna second !".

"Ok, sweetheart !" simpered Nameh, as he gave him a loving smile and headed for the door "I guess Jasper doesn’t have that problem at the moment…….".

"HUH ?!??".

"Picking out what to wear I mean, Red Mawashi or ‘Practice’ Mawashi ?".

"Ah guess not……" sighed Decker as he brushed past him on his way to the bathroom "Ah can’t wait t’ get over this damn groin strain so I can practice ma Sumo again…..kinda envy Jasper an’ the others, getting’ t’ train at dat Beya an’ all…….".

"It must be pretty hard going, judging from what our polar pal said in his note……" replied the slender lion, hoping to console him.

"Yeah, but ah’d have liked t’ have least experienced it f’ ma self………".

"And leave your poor lover all alone and defenseless against countless other gay’s vying for his affections……" teased Nameh, "Look, I’d better go an’ open up or they’ll be beating the door down….".

"Y’know this job would be great…if it wasn’t for the customers !!" snorted Decker, only really half meaning it, as they went their separate ways. "Ah wouldn’t be surprised if ‘Milk’ is camped outside….." he muttered to himself.

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"I feel a bit like Marty Mc Fly….." grinned Axel, as he had a go on his younger brothers, ‘micro scooter’ as he walked with him on his paper delivery round, before the cub had to go to school.

"WHO ??" spat Dale, his face screwed up in surprise.

"Sorry, I guess that’s a bit before your time… he’s this fox guy who made a skateboard outta a soap box cart in a movie I liked when I was your age….your scooter kinda made me think of it….." Axel smiled inwardly, knowing that the fox in question, he’d had one of his first crushes on back then. He suddenly realized putting ‘When I was your age’ in a sentence made him feel REALLY old too.

Your friend "Rusty" is a fox, isn’t he ? What’s he like, an’ that badger guy ??" asked Dale innocently, as Axel stepped off the chrome plated micro scooter and handed it back to his much younger brother.

"Oh, they’re both swee…..I mean, great !" spluttered Axel, "You’d like them, especially Dennis, he’s like a big cub, really…..he plays computer games a lot……Rusty’s more………".

"Are you going back to England to be with them, then ?", interrupted his youngest brother, as he coasted along side on his scooter, his bag of newspapers bouncing against his back as he went along the pavement.

"I’d like too,……Yes !, but…….".

"But what, Bro’ ?".

"Well, when you’re older, you sometimes have a whole bunch of responsibilities……I sort of have to ‘Cover’ for some of my other friends, while they’re training in Japan….".

"They stayed in Japan, to train at Sumo…CO-OL !!" whistled Dale.

"Yeah, I guess……..", mused Axel, as his mind drifted to thoughts of his friends.

"That must RULE !" squealed the young Raccoon as he cheerfully scooted along full of youthful exuberance, "How come you didn’t stay on too, then ??".

"Because….. Oh, I don’t know……maybe I’m just getting old !".

"Old!, yes…. TOO OLD to begin the training !" croaked his youngest brother, attempting an impersonation.

" ‘Smart!….’Getting me with a ‘film quote’, guess I deserved that one" beamed Axel. It was the sort of thing Dennis probably would have said, it was a little unsettling hearing it come from his own brother, though.

" ‘Wish we did Sumo at school, I asked my Phys-ed Teacher an’ he said it was just a bunch of fatties poncing about in Diapers….." continued Dale continually taking the conversation off on a tangent, as youngsters often did.

"Huh, that ain’t TRUE !", Axel curled his lip in disgust, "That’s what most ignorant folk’s think !.. If HE actually competed, he’d probably see it a lot differently….".

"GREAT !, so you’ll come to my school an’ give a demonstration then !".

"HEY !!!, I never said……" spat Axel, then noticed the hurt look on his youngest Brothers face as he innocently scooted along on his Micro Scooter, "We’ll see, OK !, but I can’t promise anything…..".

"Okay" beamed Dale with a broad smile, "You can help we with a report I’ve gotta do…..".

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"Oh, Hi sweetheart…..come right in…" Nameh cooed to Michael, as he unlocked the front door and noticed the young white tiger was stood their patiently waiting.

"Thank you, sir…" replied the other feline, bowing his head humbly in acknowledgement to the slender lion. Nameh was about to remind him that he didn’t have to call him sir unless he was wearing his collar, which gave him the status of a slave and he was expected to behave as such the whole time he was wearing it. But the lion had noticed the other feline was STILL wearing it !, he’d obviously kept it on all night. Once they’d walked through the entrance hallway and where inside the Gay club, ‘Milk’ began eagerly undressing.

"Ummm, your ‘Masters’ still upstairs………" quavered Nameh, feeling just a little freaked out "Can I get you a drink while you’re waiting ??".

"I should go to my Master…..if you’ll allow me" replied Milk, remembering that Nameh was really Decker’s partner as he removed the last of his clothing, so he stood their naked all except for his red leather collar.

"I’m sure your ‘Master’ wouldn’t begrudge you a drink……" insisted Nameh, kindly.

"I can only drink in the Masters house, if he allows me……..".

"Someone’s been swotting up on their ‘Slave101’….." muttered the lion as he idly played with an empty glass.

"YES SIR" said Milk, puffing up his chest proudly.

"Oh well….very well, ‘slave’….you’d better take that cute little butt of yours upstairs to do your ‘Masters’ bidding…." Sighed Nameh, as the White Tiger’s enfusiasum was unfathomable.

"Yes sir…thank you sir !!" chirped the naked tiger as he hurried over to the staircase behind the bar.

"If he takes it TOO far…you just shout for me, OK……." Nameh called after him. "I’ve got some Chocolate Milk here in the fridge if you do change your mind about that drink I offered !!".

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"Axel Preston ??" mused the greyhound Physical Education teacher as he wandered in and noticed the raccoon was changing in the locker room.

"Yes Sir !" comfurmed Axel as he checked his mawashi was on securely enough, "I’m here as part of my youngest brother’s report……".

"On SUMO…..!" beamed Dale proudly, as he eagerly held up Axel’s yukata in readiness for him to put on.

"So I see….." replied the tracksuit wearing Greyhound, dryly, as he looked the squarely built mawashi clad raccoon up and down.

"You’re going to say it looks like I’m wearing a Diaper aren’t you ?" snorted Axel, he’d left the elementary school years and years ago, but he’d had Mr Thomas as a games Teacher back then as well.

"Oh, I was just teasing Dale when I said that !" smiled the slender canine, "It’s no more embarrassing than the time they had me dress up as Anubis for a school history pageant or whatever…I felt like the guy that advertises Sheath Briefs….".

"Yeah, I THINK I know what you mean….." mused Axel as he pulled on his yukata robe. Remembering that the Underwear company had ditched Randell as a model, once they brought out a line of underwear made of Egyptian cotton, and decided that using someone made up to look like Anubis was the best way to sell them.

"Come ON bro’ !!" squealed Dale excitedly, as he tugged on his sleeve "I’m givin’ my report, right after Eric an’ his cousin……..".

"Ok, Ok….." Axel sighed at his youngest brothers impatience, "It was…ummm…nice to see you again, Mr Thomas….".

"You too, Axel……" smiled the greyhound, "I’d have never have thought someone like you, who wasn’t particularly keen on sport would end up competing in international Sumo".

"I guess not….." smirked the raccoon, " ‘Can’t honestly say it was my favorite subject when I came here, I guess it was all that scrappin’ I did with my older brothers when I was younger……because when I saw a poster advertising a Sumo club at college..…I thought I’d give it a go…..".

"COME ON !!!!" wailed Dale, stamping his foot on the floor.

"DALE ! don’t be so rude, didn’t your parents teach you any manners ?" Mr Thomas, admonished him.

"I’m sorry, Sir…." Mumbled the scolded young raccoon, looking down at his feet, "I just don’t wanna be late an’ get a bad mark…..".

"You’d better run along then, you two…no one can accuse you of not coming up with an original twist on the theme, Dale…good luck !".

"Thanks Sir !" chirped Axel’s youngest Brother as he scampered for the door beckoning for his older brother to follow him.

"Original Twist ?!" mused Axel, sensing there was something he wasn’t told, as he was bustled down the corridor of his old elementary school.

"Yeah….." puffed Dale, "It’s bring in a ‘relative an’ talk about what they do for a livin’…….Eric’s Cousin who’s on before us is a FIRE-FIGHTER !!".

"I’m not EXACTLY a professional Wrestler you know, Dale !!….I think they meant….y’know, Mom or Dad or……".

"But you’ll be MORE INTERESTING !!" insisted the young Raccoon, as they reached the classroom door, and he put his finger to the end of his muzzle, indicating they should be quiet while the previous student finished…they could both hear a discussion on fire safety coming from inside.

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"Master" exclaimed Milk in surprise, as Decker appeared in the doorway at the foot of the stairs before the young white tiger had the chance to dash upstairs to meet him.

"IS DAT HOW Y’ GREET YAH MASTER !?!" snarled Decker, with staged ferocity.

"N..No…." quavered Milk, feeling himself literally turn to jelly at the sight of the ultra masculine Siberian tiger dressed in leather bondage gear glowering at him with his smouldering eyes. Instantly Milk threw himself humbly at Decker’s feet and lovingly kissed each foot in turn.

"Dat’s BETTER, slave !" spat Decker, with a smirk as his initial nervousness ebbed away as he looked down at his new acquisition.

"Now roll onto y’ back, slave !".

Without hesitation, Milk instantly did as he was ordered. Decker looked down at him with a playful smile, which broke the ‘Masterful’ illusion a little. He lifted his right foot and traced it down Milks chest until it was over the younger tiger’s cock and balls, he then gently pressed the ball of his foot down upon them. Milk swallowed to himself, but knew a slave had to have complete faith and trust in their Master.

"Failure t’ show ya Master PROPER respect is a PUNISHABLE offence, slave !!" rumbled Decker in his sultry deep voice, as he rolled the helpless tigers maleness around with his toes "Did ya NOT memorise all da Slave rules ah printed off da computer fer you t’ take ‘ome ?!".

"Yes, Master…..EVERY WORD…..only you surprised me….My other Master said it was alright for me to go upstairs to serve you…..but…." gushed Milk. Decker glanced across at Nameh for confirmation, The lion just nodded wearily with a poorly hidden look on his face like a disapproving parent. Decker then barked his next order as he whipped his foot away from Milk’s sheath. "On yah feet, Slave !, parade rest, hands beh’nd yer back, head up, chest puffed out !!".

"Yes, Sarge !" smirked Nameh, sarcastically belittling Decker’s authority as Milk was scrambling to his feet.

"Is wot our insignificant cock suckin’, sheath warmin’, ass lickin’ poor excuse for ah slave sez, TRUE ?!".

"Yeah, I guess so…." Sighed the effeminate lion with a shrug, wandering over and idly tracing a finger in and around Milk’s red leather collar.

"COME ON !!, play da game !!" implored the muscular leather clad tiger, "Milk’s come ‘ere to BE A SLAVE…..just because ‘e got in FREE t’day…..".

"Oh it’s NOT THAT !" insisted the lion with another heartfelt sigh, "He just seems so sweet, innocent, naive and trusting….I just don’t really feel comfortable having to watch it…..".

"Ya didn’t yesterday ! an’ ya don’t ‘ave ah problem when it’s ah PAYIN’ customer !!" Decker re-empersized his earlier point.

"Oh, they’re generally….you know…older an’ stuff….and NOT SO CUTE as this one….." as he spoke, he gave the white tiger who was in his twenties an affectionate hug.

"Please Master Nameh, sir….." whined Milk.

"Just Nameh, sweetheart !".

"Nameh, sir….Please let Master Decker be my Master and fuck my brains out !…if you don’t wish to see it, I’m sure he can take me into his ‘Dungeon’ or something…..".

"You should be at ‘is FEET, when ya beggin’ slave !" Decker reminded him sternly, doing his best to continue to play his part even if his partner wanted little to do with it. Milk was about to get onto his knees, when the lion just gave up. "Oh go on then……BUT, if he gets too much for you, you just call my name an’ I’ll pull the nasty tiger away by the tail…it’s MY name over the door! Not HIS !!".

"Yes MASTER", snorted Decker, with withering sarcasm.

"WHATS THAT !!??" roared Nameh, in his most macho tone, as he put his clenched fists dramatically to his own hips in a defiant pose.

"Umm, yes Master !?".

"That’s RIGHT…and as such I can dish out any punishment for you as I SEE FIT….there’s the pink marigold dishwashing gloves and frilly apron kept behind the bar, for when I need glasses washed……".

"No, ‘Master’ NOOOOO!!!….not da ‘Humiliation punishment’….." wailed Decker, holding up his hands in a mock pleading guesture.

"Forgive me sir, but I can do that!….you said I could come here and do Jesters work while he was studying in Japan…." volunteered Milk, earnestly.

"That’s ‘Jasper’, dear….But you’re close enough…." Smiled Nameh.

"Sorry, sir….’Jasper’ !", Milk verbally corrected himself.

"Oh well, if ma ‘Masterin’ services ain’t required……" Decker comically pouted with a heavy sigh as he took a seat on one of the barstools. Milk’s head jerked as he looked to Nameh, Decker, then back to Nameh again.

"You’d better go with your ‘Master’, Milk….. I’m sure the chores can wait awhile……" the lion excused him, "But when it gets busy here, you’re on ‘towel duty’ and stuff…..".

"Well ah-right NOW !" growled Decker with a wicked snarl as he produced a thick leather leash from the back pocket of his tight shorts and clipped one end to Milk’s collar. "Y’ Master wants you t’ CLEAN all o’ his LEATHERS as well…..but only after he’s given ya’ ah teeth rattlin’ HARD FUCK, to fill yer cub/slave ‘Fuel tank’….!!".

"Yes, Master !" beamed Milk, knowing his wildest fantasy was about to come true once again, as Decker gently led him away by the leash.

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"Thank you Eric Rorschach….Your report on the Fire service was very interesting…..". Announced Mrs Green as the young Dalmatian and his cousin who was dressed in his full fire fighters gear wandered to the side of the room to allow the next student in.

"Ok, for our last report of today, we have Dale Preston and one of his older brothers, Axel….." called the kindly looking elderly female brown bear.

"That’s US !" gasped Dale, as he stood outside the classroom door waiting for his cue.

"Come on then…you’re not nervous are you ?" hissed Axel, fearful that Dale might throw up or something.

"NAHHH…we’ll knock ‘em OUT !" Dale beamed his cheeky toothy grin, as he pushed the door open. Axel smiled to himself, his father would have retorted ‘That’s the Preston SPIRIT !’….but for some reason Axel felt more apprehensive about appearing before an elementary school class than he ever did wrestling over in Japan or appearing on Television.

Dale swaggered proudly into the classroom and took his place in front of the chalkboard, and his yukata clad brother wandered cautiously after him.

"Are you ready, Dale ?" whispered Mrs Green, as the rest of the class muttered and whispered amongst themselves.

"Yes, Ma’m !"

"Alright !, settle down class…it’s Dale’s turn to give his report…..".

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[Song] "You know we belong together, you an’ me forever an’ ever, no matter where you are…you’re my guiding star…..an’ from the very first moment I saw you, I never knew such emotion…..

"Where’d you hear that CORNY song !?, don’t give up the day job" rasped Bowser, as he removed the last of his clothes and slipped behind the shower curtain, to join his beloved otter as he washed the sand out of his fur.

"What’s the matter ??", asked Travis gently, sensing the golden retriever had something on his mind, "You don’t like Billy’s bathroom’s color scheme…….is that it??".

"I dunno…..It all seemed to go by SO fast, one minute we’re talking about ‘it’, coming here, I mean..…then, the next I’m moving in with you !?".

"Yeah, but like Billy said, It’s a good opportunity for us to test the waters of ‘married life’ beamed Travis as he casually lathered himself with soap.

"I guess so…" Bowser sighed softly, as Travis deftly moved and wrapped his arms around him from behind and rubbed the golden retrievers broad chest with the bar of soap.

"Oh you’re incorrigible !" yelped Bowser as the cheeky otter predictably lathered his way down to the dog’s cock and balls, smothering them with soap as well.

"Not now…..save it for later…please?" pleaded Bowser.

"Oh great, we’re like an old Married couple ALREADY" harrumphed Travis, comically pouting his lip, before reverting to his usual endearing smile.

"I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve got a lot running though my mind still…an’ it feels weird…. in someone else’s house, an’ all……".

"Well, you BETTER get used to it quick !, ‘cos we’re here…until we’re told otherwise…my Mother didn’t bake us that cake for nothin’ you know !!". insisted the soggy naked otter, almost scowling at him.

"Your Mom’s great though…." Bowser added…hoping to lighten the mood.

"Yeah,…isn’t she !" replied Travis, simply, "It’s not every Gay who has his Mother backing them up".

"Mine would SKIN me, I guess….that’s why I’m pretty keen to keep this low key…I can’t help worrying about the ‘Small town rumours’ as well….".

"Lets just cross that bridge when we come to it, eh ???" Travis comforted him.

"Yeah, ‘can’t WAIT until Colin gets back….." breathed Bowser, sarcastically.

"I don’t expect he’ll be so Homophobic, now he hasn’t got Rev-head to share Gay bashing jokes with…….Ralph seems to be on our side though, have you ever noticed that ?"

"I have, yeah…..But I’m not sure if he’s Gay….I think he’s just more open minded…that or he just naturally goes against whatever that Koala says" muttered Bowser.

"I can’t help wondering if the time they’ve spent in Japan will change them…." Mused the naked Otter, as he continued cleaning himself.

"Maybe……I guess they’ll me coming back soon as the tickets are only valid for a month".

"Better make the best of it, before then…then !" smirked Travis as he gave the canine’s ass a playful slap.

"HEYYYYY!" yelped Bowser, as he whirled around and seized hold of the offending hand, slowly he drew it up, manovering the Sea otter back against the tiled wall. Travis just gazed at him through his dark brown eyes, full of an almost cub like innocence and a sense of fun, he gave him a sultry come hither look, and Bowser lent forward to kiss him, their muzzles and tongues linking as they kissed slowly and passionately.

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"You got an ‘A’ for your report !?…oh sweetheart…I’m SO proud of you !" beamed Mrs Preston, as Dale scampered eagerly into the kitchen with his news upon his return from school, along with Axel who strolled casually in behind him, still dressed in his Yukata.

"Well done, Dale !" muttered Mr Preston, bearly looking up from reading his newspaper at the kitchen table.

"What’s with the Robe, Ax’ you ready for bed or something…" sneered Marcus, as he put down his comic book.

"It’s called a YUKATA !, an’ it’s what Sumo wrestlers wear when…." squealed Dale, defending his older brother.

"Yeah, yeah…WHATEVER, short stuff" rasped Marcus, disinterestedly, " ‘s’pose you’re the worlds authority on ‘Sumo’ now…..".

"MARCUS !" barked his mother, angrily "Don’t be so horrible to your little brother !".

"Listen to your mother, son !" warned his father, lowering his paper enough to glare across the table at him. The scolded racoon wanted to protest, but stopped himself.

"Umm, it went rather well, really….didn’t it, Dale?" Axel spoke out, breaking the uneasy silence.

"YEAH !!, Mrs Green said I’d researched it well, an’ that I made it interestin’ an’ informative……" gushed the youngest racoon excitedly, looking for approval from everyone in the room.

"Enjoy it while you can……" hissed Marcus, wickedly " ‘Cos, I’m willing t’ bet, Axel’s gonna be runnin’ back to his buddies in ‘En-ger-land’ before TOO long".

"Hey, I NEVER SAID…." Gasped Axel, noticing the evil glint in his slightly younger brother’s eyes.

"Huh, you’re soundin’ pretty guilty to me !!, that’s what this cozy little visit is ALL about, isn’t it…..you wanted to see us for a bit, before you jump on a plane again…..".

"Is that true, Axel !" boomed his father in a matter of fact tone, as he purposely put down his newspaper.

"Well……." Quavered Axel, suddenly feeling close to Dale’s age, as he heard the chilling tone in his father’s voice.

To be continued…

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