~The Black Panther~
Inspiration: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28235928/
(Tribal, fantasy themes, no sex)
White faggot spotted. Someone picked a wrong time to get lost in the woods, and it wasn't long until you were spotted by a black panther who were prowling about the wilderness with some heavy, cum-filled balls for quite a while, searching for his prey. Hairs covers his nuts like a soft brush, and his whole crotch stinks like unwashed, musky dick. Befitting of the panther tribe leader one would suppose, but it's quite a bother than you're unable to focus on anything but that, as the mere scent of his manliness draws you, a lost, scared cub, closer.
First, he hid in the bushes, stalking his prey. His dark eyes gleamed as he searched for his target. Despite their small size, cubs are not particularly hard to find, because they make so much noise. Literally, even the dumbest animal ever could tell you're having a hard time judging by your breakneck pace in the woods, leaves and branches crunching beneath your panicked feet, echoing throughout the woods.
However, a young, 9 year-old wolf cub such as yourself is no match for the heightened senses and reflexes of a fully grown, adult male black panther, who just so happens to be an out and proud cubophile.
Let's be real here, and not sugarcoat things.
Literally every tribe has men who are balls deep in cubs everyday, and if any of the tribal warriors don't have their own assigned boy slave, then you're doing something wrong as a leader.
Knowing this, it begs the question of: "What's sets the panther tribe apart?" Well, the answer is already crystal clear. They capture cubs.
The wolf tribe pride themselves on promoting incestuous relationships between male members of the family, the fox tribe seem to inhabit the cutest and most cock-hungry of cubs around, and the lion tribe is not seen without huffing their vile pits at least ten times a day while they force a younger member to suck their cocks.
Because of the nature of their activities compared to other tribes, the panther tribe has formed somewhat of an infamous reputation amongst the groups, as if having sex with your son wasn't heretical enough, the second someone would mention 'cubophilia' to these animals, the room would go silent, the men would sneakily adjust their bulges and awkwardly cough, while everyone else is secretly wondering when the next 'shipment' from the panthers is coming in.
The panthers have a secret sex trafficking club. And if this panther catches up to you, which he most likely will, then you're next on the list.
("I must go on.... And find my father!")
If you ran any further, you'd lose breath, so you decided to take refuse behind a tree.
"Daddy! Daddy, where are you?!" You called out, desperate for support.
The sound of a cub crying was like music to his ears. 
The panther licked his thick lips.
"The only daddy you need is here, m'boy..." the beastman growled somewhat closely to you, making you scream in fear.
Hearing that squeal made his dick instinctively throb, and his reflexes instantly kick into high gear as he thinks about the latest cub to catch. 
Eventually he outran you until you were begging and whimpering in a corner, completely out of breath, yet begging for dear life, but all you can see dangling above you is some fat, veiny nigga meat.
In the wild tribes, cubophilia is seen as a completely natural instinct within beastmen - after all, wouldn't the ideal man want the tightest hole around his cock? It doesn't matter if its barely a few years old.
Cubs are just fuckmeat to panther gods, these black-furred, ebony studs.
"Catch acquired."
The panther's eyes lit up with glee.
~Rest Stop~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/pools/10740
(Father, modern theme, glory hole, age ambiguity)
-Page 1 of comic-
Every man deserves release once in a while, especially if they're a trucker, whose day is mostly spent in one seat, dreaming about the fact that his son is off at college and how he has nobody else to dump his load into. 
...At least, that's what this cat has always been imagining in his head. He has a son himself, but he's not gotten the courage to do anything yet. It's all he can do to blow loads high up in the air in his musky-smelling bedroom, to thoughts of his boy's clothed rump bending over in front of him or reliving the touch and texture of "accidently" humping his bulge against his kid as he walked by.
Made even worse by the fact that his son isn't even in college yet, he's still in high school.
Way to go, perv dad. 
...Well, on the exterior is a kind, yet firm man, but nobody knows that he's packing a fat dick between his slacks, nor do they know that he indulges and entertains his dark thoughts every night.
-Page 2 of comic-
Hoping to relieve some of the tension he has worked up during his shift so far, he decided to go to the nearby stall, but it seems that luck was on his side, as he heard a clattering behind him, only to find a glory hole in the wall.
His dick immediately thickened. He's been thinking about stuffing his cock between his son's cute lips all day. Maybe this can be the chance to live out the fantasy in his head... with a lot of extra stimulus.
Unzipping himself, the trucker hauled out his massive veiny dong, and his head started to swim with one incestuous fantasy after the other.
He doesn't know if it's just a single dad thing, or maybe he truly is a pervert, but ever since the divorce and he got custody of his favourite cub, he's never thought about women since. 
Even now, as he points his dick towards the hole, he hopes that a boy's mouth is waiting for him... maybe even a cub's. 
The father let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he considered the possibilities. The best part is not knowing.

-Page 3 of comic-
For as much as he indulges himself in ill-begotten fantasies, the father is still coming from a background of heterosexuality. He's never used a glory hole before, so he just sticks his dick past it, hoping for the best... then his crotch is consumed by a vacuum of a mouth. The pleasure is overwhelming, his hands start to grit and scratch against the wall as the father groans out in bliss. He's needed this, so bad.
Whoever is on the other side has been hungering for fat dong for a while, even knowing that the man is a trucker will have a knock on effect to your sucking, wouldn't it? 
Just wait until you find out that he's a cub lover; that'd make you desperately reach your tongue over to his hairy nuts, trying to worship every inch of this stud's crotch.
-Page 4 of comic-
The moment he felt those lips wrap around his dick, the trucker felt like he transcended to another planet.
The man finds it somewhat unusual that, just before he strolled into this dilapidated building, he was casually stroking his cock to some cub, father/son incest fiction, repeatedly beating his dick over the part where the author described the feeling of the cub's lips around his father's dick, as well as his curious look, as if his face was just begging to get painted in sperm.
How is it, that now, he feels like he's living out the fantasy? Soft lips? Check. Suspiciously high-pitched groans from behind the stall? Check. Feeling his dick hit the back of the cocksucker's throat a little early, indicating that the cocksucker in question may have a small throat and, comparatively, have a small body? Check.
His pervy mind is going apeshit. He moans and groans against the wall as he loses himself to the unhindered cub lust, his claws scratch against the wall in anger, pent-up from his fat dick.
He know that he can't stop himself. To the cocksucker, he is simply their bitch. Groaning and moaning like he's a teenager recieving their first blowjob, his knees weak and short of breath. But no, he's a 32 single dad, whose fantasies are getting well out of hand. And he hates the fact that he just. Doesn't. Know. Who's the fucking cocksucker behind the stall.
He wants to scream out: "I'm a freaking cub lover!" just in sheer frustration, the pent up his lust of many years now, ever since his wife left him, his hand drifted over to the father/son section on Nifty, and from there on the father just fell into a pit of his own lust.
He knows that he's alone. He can just fucking scream out what he wants.
But, in the end, he settles for simple whispers...
-Page 5 of comic-
"That's a good boy..."
"Take your daddy's dick..."
"Damn, so young and you're already trying to play with it..."
"Whoa, what you got there, boy? Go on, play with it. Yeah, suck your father's fat fucking cock off..."
"Feel good, boy? Pretty thick in your 'lil mouth, huh? Don't worry, not even your mom could take it. I'd be dammed if a cub like you couldn't, though."
The man chattered on to himself as he brought himself to a roaring finish inside the cocksucker's warm mouth.

He imagined someone next to him, maybe his brother, egging him on to cum inside that "stupid little slut's mouth" and beginning his tirade about how "cubs are just fleshlights" while he's getting aggressively sucked off by one. 
"Sure thing, buddy. I'm fairly certain the cubs are just as horny as you. Fuck, you're going to vacuum my dick off..."
He had been feeding his own fantasy so much now that he can't help but believe it. After all, there is nothing to say that the cocksucker behind the stall isn't a cock-hungry cub.
-Page 6 of comic-
In all 32 years of his life, daddy had never nutted that hard. Imagination is powerful. And while he was whispering to himself, the cocksucker just worshipped his dick harder, his tongue flicking over every vein, his moans becoming increasingly boyish and loud, sending the father over the edge and all but confirming his suspicions. 
The sound of a man breathing heavily in relief is the proof of a job well done.
He'd be sure to mark this place for later, when everything gets to be a little too much and when he just needs to vent that lust out. If the next cocksucker is not as soft feeling around his cock, however, he'd be sorely disappointed. In that case, maybe he would finally make a move on his son to get his desires fulfilled...
~Cub Sucks Off Daddy’s Morning Wood~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/2572152
(Father x Son, Oral)
"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!"
Curt was awakened by the sounds of his young son shaking him awake excitedly, his hard dick flopping about between his thighs with audible thuds.
Curt groaned awake by rubbing his eyes and looking at his son dead on. The boy's eyes were wide open, all innocent and fearful looking.
"You were groaning in your sleep! I thought you were hurting!" The boy exclaimed.
Curt propped himself up, then his heart sank once the sheets rolled back and he realised what his little cub was really playing with below the covers - his rock-hard, 9-inch uncut musky daddy dick.
"Oh, uh... It was just a dream," Curt replied half-heartedly, his voice still hoarse from the morning slumber. To tell the truth, it was taking everything for him to be awake right now. Its 5AM on a Saturday morning, and he's just come to the realisation that the dream he had of, in his own sleep-talking words, 'a very delicate and soft-feeling handjob', was actually his 11 year old cub playing with his dick under the covers.
Curt's cock feels like it's taken a mind of its own - throbbing and pulsing about excitedly, as if he was a teenager again and anticipating sex for the first time. Except, this time, he had a wide-eyed cub in the smack middle of his girthy meat, his little hands playing with the skin on his shaft.
"Boy, don't pull- Fuuuuck..."
It's over for Curt now. He simply has no choice but to let the cubophilic instincts overtake him. His kid giggled excitedly as his daddy's massive, smelly dick bounced back and forth in front of him, sometimes hitting his snout, and the boy felt like he discovered a whole new weakness to his daddy when he started caressing his furry nuts.
"Jesus christ..." Curt breathed out loud as his son starting fondling his furry nuts, with his other delicate hand wrapped around his father's girthy shaft, leaking precum like a never-ending tap in response to a young boy's touch.
Curt threw his head back and gritted his teeth, squinting his eyes and trying to hold back from cumming from the sheer sight of his cute son innocent playing with the cock that made him. And not just the cock. The boy's got skill at fondling balls too, like he's done it before, or probably read it online, in many stories like this one, but sequestered away in the furthest reaches of the "daddy and son fun" website.
"It's my bloody kid doing this, not me," he convinced himself, unable to stop the pleasure from his kid's little fingers coursing through his cock, as if it was paralysing him with lust. Cub lust, a deep lust hidden within all beastmen. 
Now, in modern day, it is simply taboo, but in many 'factual books' about the history of wolves and lions, it speaks of a time of when the two races shared their sons freely, regardless of age and consequence. It also speaks of a time where under 18 youths were constantly covered in so much cum around the tribe, that their fur became naturally hardened from the amount of daddy juice being shot their way, all from the furry nuts of countless out and proud perverts.
It all came to a breaking point when his son dared to touch his cute, little wet lips around his daddy's angry, throbbing tip, and Curt couldn't resist his instincts anymore, shooting his load high up in the air with every aggressive thrust of his hips, roaring loudly and deeply, so much so that it shook the walls around him. That's a noise complaint on his hands.
~Inceniroar’s Little Fans~
Inspiration: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45548398/
(Modern, Teasing, No Sex)
He can't fool anyone -we all know Inceniroar loves boys screaming at him in admiration. At first, it's nothing but annoying, but over time he began to notice a pattern. Fathers would take their sons to meet with him, and the youth would be super touchy-feely, to the point where it feels like the cub is the predator.
The cubs would treat it like they're meeting santa claus, and whenever the cubs tried clawing their way up to his crotch, the cat was shocked, and looked to the parent for guidance. The father just crossed his arms and nodded slightly, a dark glint in his eye.
"...Go on, then, Ben. Sit on that kind man's lap." The man would say, not-so-subtly adjusting his bulge.
In the corner of his eye, Inceniroar would often spot the father watching him like a hawk, not out of concern for his child, but just because the father wonders what kind of reaction will arise from the buff jock, when he feels his son's tiny butt nestled into his tightly-packed crotch, clapping his hands excitedly.
Inceniroar never looks himself when he's meeting his fans -- like he's battling something else. 
But every visit always ended with a wink from the father, who helped their cub down. In his ear, he whispered:
"Felt good that, didn't it?" Before slinking away, acting like he never spoke a word to the jock. Inceniroar was left with a massive erection to deal with.

"Sir! You've got another fan coming through!"
The young man sighed heavily, his shoulders wilting down in exhaustion.
"Another?!" He shouted, while desperately trying to adjust the direction of his erection, so it doesn't look like he's getting a full-on hard-on from single-digit-aged cubs sitting in his lap.
When the next father came into the room, a smile adorned his face. He looks like a cub seeing him for the first time right now! But, guess what he's looking at? That fat, completely obvious bulge in the Inceniroar's black sweatpants, and knowing that his kid is literally running over to him unattended, about to shower him with praise.
"Hey, son!" He shouted out.
The cub turned to look at him, looking the happiest he ever has in his life. The jock looked like he's ready to be done for the day.
"...You can sit on that man's lap if you want." He said while licking his lips, drawing the curtain behind him.
~Simba the Ideal Cocksucker – Part 1~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3230911
(Father x Son, Oral, TLK)
Simba loves servicing his daddy.
He would want nothing more than for daddy Mufasa to leave the tribe with a lighter set of balls. And nothing makes the cub hornier than the scent of his deep, revolting man-musk.
"S-Simba, you really don't have to do this," Mufasa grunts out as he tries his best to squirm away from the horny cub, but soon caves into his feelings of degeneracy.
It is a tribal tradition to raise the young on a diet of their father's cum.
Then why is he so apprehensive? Shouldn't he be wanting this? For one so young, so eager to service him... it beggars belief. It makes even the proudest of man unzip his pants and yank himself to the thought. It's what all men want.
I mean -- just look at this. Could you imagine how great that feels for daddy to feel a squirming, moaning little kid around his prick? That boy sucks his father's thick cock so well, but only because it can barely fit in his 9 year old maw. Burying his nose in daddy's fluffy pube bush all the while, inhaling his raw scent.
...Then Simba’s throat pulls back on his cock, making daddy Mufasa groan and wince.
"I can't cum... I can't cum... I can't. He's only a kid."
Mufasa's large, uncut cock looks so massive when it's stuffed in the mouth of a boy who can barely suck it. But Simba is doing more than well. As if he was trained since birth, he has acquired a skill for draining men of cum. A skill which many cubs in this land have to learn quickly if they want to be spared the expense of a man brutalising them.
("I know you can't resist, daddy. I'm too pure for you to not cum.")
Simba popped the cock out of his mouth, literal strings of cub saliva attached to it. So warm, thick, and goopy. Bound to make daddy feel good. Hell... panting on his father's warm cock like he's fuckin' out of air. Stupid cub slut.
Teach him a lesson.

~Simba the Ideal Cocksucker – Part 2~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3230911
(Father x Son, Oral, TLK)
Seeing Simba just sit there - rubbing his cock all over his tiny face, it aroused him more than a man could know.
Mufasa has never been this hard before.
His cock has enlarged to a point where he never thought possible; it's a new level of arousal.
"Did I do good, dad?" Simba's cute voice asks.
"You're doing great, son... You're amazing." Mufasa breathed out. His words fail to escape his mouth. His son looks so beautiful like this. More than ever, father and son are closer together.
As Mufasa looks upon the sight of the cub's spitty mouth attached to his girthy cock, the man cannot help but cave into his desire, and uncontrollably orgasm all over the little cub's face, coating him in a generous amount of thick spunk. 
Simba giggled as his father gave him the milk that he so dearly craved. He tried to wipe some off his face, but soon found that it's much better to slurp the jizz from his fingers.
"Y-Yeah, eat it up boy..." Mufasa rumbled out, drifting between a state of fully-awake versus about to sleep from the force of the orgasm he had.
He then went haywire when Simba throated his fully-hard cock in his maw yet again.
"Holy fuuuuuuck..." Mufasa was sounding less and less like a man and more like a beast.
If there's one thing to be learned from this forced sexual encounter of his son throwing himself on his father's cock: it's that cub spit acts as the ideal lube. 
A mouth has never made him feel this good before. Simba's throat is so soft and succulent, and his meat is milked by it the moment it enters the boy's hungry maw. 
"You're certainly making your daddy proud..." Mufasa laughed, rubbing the boy's head softly. His hand didn't leave his son's head, and just shoved him down further on daddy's rock hard, 8-inch cubophile cock. 
Simba moaned around his cock - but Mufasa could tell that he was breaking out a smile at his father's prideful words.
"You are the pride of Pride Rock. Who are you going to service next, I wonder?"