The Masculine Mutant Man: Tiger Claw

It had only been a month, maybe to the day since I had released the ‘Masculine Mutant Man’ project online. It had gained a large number of interested folks, plenty of buyers and more than enough funding for my next goal of turning it into a real book with full glossy images of all of the models. Though that was still a while off yet. I was very proud of myself, as were Splinter and Bebop. They insisted on taking me out to a nice dinner to celebrate, and I have to admit, it felt good to be finished, finally. If I’m completely honest with myself about it though, I would certainly miss meeting new amateur guys willing to strip down in front of my camera, though I supposed I would always be able to do private photo shoots for smaller side projects.

As the night drew to a close, Bebop offered to give us a ride back to our apartment which Splinter agreed to. It was such a nice September night though, just the right amount of chilly, and the stars were out so I decided to walk home through Central Park and take a few pictures. My fiance offered to walk with me, reminding me that the park can be dangerous after dark but I assured him I’d be fine, that I would head straight home after snapping a few pics in well-lit areas. He reluctantly agreed and I bade them good night before heading down one of the many paths leading into the park.

Unfortunately for me the clouds were pretty uncooperative so any shots I took weren’t quite as nice as I wanted. That and the light pollution of street lamps was obfuscating the halfway decent images. I sighed and moved into the deeper wooded areas. This was exactly where I said I wouldn’t go, but I’d be quick about it so I wasn’t too worried. My keen nose had just a moment to detect the smell of someone else in the vicinity and I was turning my head to locate the source when a heavy weight struck me from behind, sending me sprawling into the grass. I landed on my chest and arms, losing some of my breath. I instinctively tried to get up but the weight was suddenly on top of me, pinning me in place. Strong paws kept me down on my shoulders and I felt a knee pressing between my shoulder blades.

“Don’t move if you want to keep your head attached.” Said a low, gruff voice. I didn’t move a muscle. 

“If you want my wallet, there’s some cash in it, it’s in my back pock--” I began.

“I want information.” Said the voice.

“W-what do you want to know?” I asked.

“Tell me about the rat, and his sons.” 

My body went cold. The rat he was talking about, I could guess, but his sons?

“I don’t know what you mean.” I said.

He ground his knee into my back, making me yelp.

“You took nude images of the rat, wrote about him being your lover, don’t lie to me again.”

“I, he doesn’t have any sons! He would have told me!” I said.

The large man suddenly shifted his weight, flipped me onto my back and grabbed me by the wrist. He straddled my crotch as his weight held me in place. He was a tiger mutant, I guessed to be in his late forties. He wore a vest, shirt, pants, bandolier… There was a blade at his back and guns on his hips. An eyepatch and a metal arm rounded out his intimidating look. If I had to guess I’d say he was a mercenary or soldier of some kind. 

“I can feel your pulse.” He said, holding my wrist in front of me. “I’ll see your pupils dilate, detect any sense of dishonesty easily. Think of lying to me, and it will end badly for you, pup.”

I nodded my understanding. 

“Tell me about the rat, what is he planning?”

“Planning?” My mind raced. “We uh, have our wedding next spring, he’s going to grow the flowers for it himself, we have a lovely rooftop garden. He’s accepting more students into his Conversational Japanese class in another month. Um, what else...”

The tiger looked at me, his bright yellow eye seemed to soften. “You’re telling me the truth, strange as it seems but, what plans does he have with the turtles?”

“I don’t know any turtles.”

“And when you’re separated? What does the rat get up to then?”

“W-we really aren’t. He’s a homebody. He teaches at home, I do much of my job from my office down the hall, we spend every night together.”

The tiger released his grip on my wrist and sat back, still straddling me on the grass. He regarded me carefully. “He really is a different rat.” He said quietly to himself.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Not important. Guess it’s your lucky night, pup.” He said and stood over me. I sat up, then got to my feet.

“Am I, uh, free to go?” 

“My employer only wanted to confirm something, which I have. Nothing was said about hurting anyone.”

My heart began to slow its frantic beating. “You still knocked me to the ground!” I said.

“You’ll be alright, you seem strong to me. Anyway, I should probably get going.” The built tiger said.

“Wait.” I called as he turned to leave. “You’ve been following me? After you read that passage in the Masculine Mutant Man?”

“That’s right, you weren’t very hard to track down.”

“So… Does that mean you’re into mutant guys?”

His face changed, it seemed my straightforward question caught him off-guard.

“I’m not ashamed to admit what I like.” He said presently. “And you obviously have a good eye for what you do. Really captured the raw power and sex appeal we mutants possess.”

I smiled. “You’d really be adding something special if I could take your picture.” I said, suddenly feeling a bit brazen. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off.

He chuckled. “I appreciate your boldness Fido.”

“And what should I call you?”

“Tiger Claw will suffice.”

Surprisingly, the mercenary didn’t require much convincing, and after he removed his clothes I could see why: He kept himself in perfect physical condition, all muscle and thick glossy fur. He was missing an eye, arm and tail however and though I suspected each one had a story behind it, I decided it better not to ask. I did ask him to put his bandolier and holsters back on his nude body though, knowing they would add an element of excitement to his images later. I didn’t have a lot of extra film on me so I tried to make each picture count.

“It’s been a couple days since I last got myself off. I’m overdue.” He said. “Is that something you would want to capture?”

I nodded emphatically. “I suspect you already know it is!”

The tiger rubbed his maleness, coaxing it hard and full before starting a nice, slow stroke. Precum fell from his round head like water from a leaky faucet. I worried briefly, being in the middle of the park like this that we might get caught, but damned if that didn’t just help turn us both on more. The scent of horned-up man was strong.

“Getting real close now pup.” He growled, and I dropped low to the ground to get a nice up shot of him.

“Spread your legs, I want to see your hole too.” I coaxed and he smirked. 

Moments later the big cat was sending a salvo of tiger seed out into the night air. He grunted and bucked his hips. A rope of it landed across his big paw, still connected to his fat prick. Turned out to be my favorite image of the night.

After a minute or two of coming back down from his climax, Tiger Claw began to dress himself.

“Do I uh, need to worry about your ‘employer after this?’” I asked.

“Nah, I’m sure it’s fine. What I have to report back, shouldn’t interest anyone but your wedding planner.”

“Okay.” I said, still somewhat baffled as I looked back over the strange events of the evening.

“Anyway, these pictures of me any good? Your project is done isn’t it?” He asked.

“Still have plenty of time before the physical version goes out. This can get added to the digital version pretty easily too. I wouldn’t let your contribution go to waste!” 

“Good to hear. Hope some fellas enjoy getting off to this old feline.” He said with a wry grin.

Before I could say another word he had disappeared back into the surrounding trees. I gathered my camera bag up and quickly headed for the nearest well-lit walkway. I had quite a tale to tell when I got back home.

-Fido