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His limbs were stuck in a state that was somewhere between numbness and aching agony. The rope that bound his wrists and ankles had been rubbing him ever since they were tied there and the short walks on all fours weren't nearly long enough for him to stretch out his muscles. This was day six, the final day. A small wave of relief washed over the rat as he thought about the conclusion of this torturous treatment.

That relief was short lived as he remembered how day six was going to conclude.

The rat, Oliver, had lost quite a serious bet to his friend and that was how he'd ended up tied to a cross for six days straight. He was certain that his supposedly-best friend had been taking pictures of him whilst he was deprived of his ability to resist. Nevertheless, this was his own fault. He'd taken a bet saying that he could last for half an hour straight, non-stop fucking and wouldn't blow his load. Oliver had been drunk when he took this bet, and had busted his nut in his friend's scalie ass in under three minutes. His punishment was of course to make up for how he teased said friend. Though so far they were yet to another more than kinky sex training.

Oliver's friend was somewhere upstairs entertaining a guest. The picture of the scalie and his sharp, commanding voice wandered through the rodent's mind. A cemophora (or simply a scarlet snake as more or less everyfur called them) through and through, his colourful scales set him apart from most furs.

A fitness freak, Gabriel (Oliver's serpentine friend) had spent years building up his frame and the rat knew this since the snake would happily strip down to the scales when they were hanging out. The snake was slender, but not twinky or too hunky, although his crotch V and what was the beginning of a six pack were clearly defined and flexing would make his muscles bulge quite nicely. That first mentioned region was a pearly white, as were the scales on his underbelly and the inner sides of his legs. The rest of his body, however, was a base colour of a beautiful crimson, with blonde patches ringed with black patterning him. This pattern traced up his legs in bands, arms, back and tail as well as his head to give him a body more capturing than a model's.

That is, assuming he didn't scare people off. Gabriel was an intimidating six foot three, his forked tongue would often dart forth whenever his brown, circular eyes locked with some fur else's, his body often twitched most percularlily and his impressively large tail seemed to have a mind of its own as it coiled around friends and more often his own body.

Not only that, but Gabriel was a daredevil, a rebel and one of the most avant garde styled furson the rat knew.

These characteristics made quite the fearsome combination, a furson who was fearless, happy to rebel against the system or do something risky that was certainly untested. Of course, he'd pushed this onto Oliver for the duration of the six days.

His more or less purely preserved tailhole had been subjected to immense stretching, Oliver had lost count of the hours he'd spent chained to the bench with Gabriel's hands working away at his body. What he could recall, however, was the amount of time his cock had been sent into spasms as the pressure on his prostate sent jizz firing out across his belly. First when Gabriel was scissoring him open, once more when the aneros came into play, twice in a row when the snake started fisting him and again when the buttplug was blown up to ensure that his tailhole would remain stretched. That plug still sat uncomfortably in the rat's tailhole, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine whenever he wriggled. At this point, he was wriggling for fun.

The naked rat groaned, his internal clock was off thanks to there being no window, but even he could at least guess that Gabriel should have come to release him. This guest must have been important.

As Oliver pondered who that guest might be, the door to the cellar/dungeon finally opened and the scalie silently stepped into the room. His pecan coloured eyes locked onto the rat's flaccid cock as he approached like a spider creeping down its web, getting ready to devour a captive fly. Gabriel slowly approached, tongue flicking forth from an eerie smile.

"Good afternoon, Oliver..." Gabe spoke, a slight hiss behind his voice.

He reached forth with his tail, lifting up the rat's blindfold and removing it so that he could look his friend in the eye as he teased him. The rat found his nethers tingling (or burning rather) as he set his eyes upon his friend's sexy, naked form. He begged his cock not to grow hard, that would only give Gabriel more to work with.

Oliver's mouth was filled with a large red ball gag that had been slotted into a ring to prevent him from speaking, it didn't however stop the dribble.

"I'm soooo sorry for leaving you down here for so long!" Gabriel spoke with a mocking voice, his hands brushing over the rat's body as he pushed up against him.

The snake pulled out his best puppy eyes as he crouched down in front of Oliver and pretended to beg for forgiveness. As Gabriel's surprisingly silky touch brushed between his thighs and short whimpers escaped him, the rat grew harder and harder until his length reached full mast.

"For me?" Gabe asked, his tongue snapping forth to catch a falling drop of pre-cum.

It was terrifying, watching the glint of Gabriel's fangs as they loomed so dangerously close to his weakest parts.

"You shouldn't have..." The cemophora licked the rat's furry sacks. "Let me do something for you."

Gabriel untied the bindings around Oliver's paws, then stood back up to lick his friend's cheek as he removed the ball gag. The snake did however leave the ring in, but at least now Oliver could stick his tongue out and at least taunt a little. Unexpectedly, Oliver's wrists were released as well causing him to drop to the floor and land on his forepaws and knees.

"Shine my feet whilst you're down there." Gabriel ordered, his tail wrapping around one of the rat's wrists and yanking.

The rat fell: his nose bumped into his friend's paws. Oliver looked up with his best puppy eyes in an attempt to appeal, only for the snake to slip a toe into the rat's open and mouth.

The rat gagged and spluttered as the toe pressed down his tongue, before withdrawing and taking with it a large trail of spit that was wiped off on Oliver's muzzle. That was the only answer the rat was going to get.

Oliver slipped his tongue through the gag and leaned down, dragging it from that already slick toe to the snake's scaly ankle. It was hard to tell what was the worst part, the scales he caught on his tongue, the overwhelming stench or the humiliation of cleaning another man's feet with his tongue nevertheless. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, though that may have been from being naked in front of his best friend; either way, cleaning Gabriel's feet wasn't helping. Not only that, but he could feel Gabriel's piercing gaze. Out of the corner of his eye he caught his friend's erection, causing his own cock to tingle slightly as his mind wandered to the idea of sucking on Gabe's cock instead.

His dancing tongue slathered Gabe's foot, occasionally brushing between the snake's toes or closer to his ankle.

At one point, the snake lifted his foot up and pressed his toes to Oliver's mouth who responded by quickly sucking on them one by one. The rat grimaced at the taste, but pushed through until his master pulled them free.

"I want your tongue on my other foot. Now!"

This time, once his friend had raised his foot, Oliver dived with such speed Gabriel was left wondering if it was the rat's lust or embarrassment that drove him. The way his tongue moved so passionately and with such force, it was quite clear that the rat was eager enough to do anything Oliver asked, bet or no bet. And that gave him an idea.

When Oliver had finished cleaning Gabriel's feet, the snake gestured for the rat to follow him. He led him to a bench, where the naked snake stretched for a moment before tapping the ground in front to signal as to where he wanted the rat to kneel.

"Didn't think you were into this sort of thing, slave." Gabriel chuckled as he pointed to the rat's erection.

Blushing, Oliver looked over at the wall and tried to pretend that the snake's feet weren't rubbing at his cock. Not that he'd be able to do so for long. Gabriel pressed a slick toe against the tip of the rat's cock and slowly moved it down. The resulting pleasure from the firm touch sent shivers over the rat's spine. Oli jolted back and whimpered.

"Stay still, slut. This is your reward for being such a good slave these past few days."

The snake wasted no time, his feet were slick enough that he could use them easily and slide them back and forth along Oliver's cock at a quick pace. It was just like a handjob in reality and Gabriel was limber enough to make it feel like one; he bent his feet so that they were slightly grasping the rat's cock. Pumping them up and down, his tongue slipped out over his lips and he watched the euphoria spread over his friend's face. It was hard to tell if the gag in his mouth still needed to be there, if Gabriel took it out he imagined that the rat would be too overcome with pleasure to notice.

Gabriel's feet were wet with pre and saliva, he intended to add cum to that list. Oliver was already pent up from their previous activities and Gabriel knew that he could get Oliver to cum without touching his cock, but the snake had plans that were time sensitive and so his feet were going to be a catalyst for the rat's impending orgasm. An orgasm that came faster than expected when the rat suddenly whined and leaned forwards, grabbing hold of the bench with both hands and squeezing his eyes tight.

The snake knew what that meant and so he stopped rubbing the rat's cock with his feet. With just the base of one of his feet, he ground it on the very tip of the rat's cock like shining an apple and hissed:

"How badly do you want this? Because I don't think you're trying. Maybe I shouldn't give you an orgasm after all."

Oliver gurgled something, it was presumably a no.

"Oh? Then fuck my feet and you'll get what you want."

The rat needed no further instructions. He reached down and adjusted his member, so that he was now humping between the snake's toes. It was a tight squeeze, but it felt so good that he stopped caring after just a few seconds. His thrusting was rapid and wild. The horny beast moaned, whined and moaned some more as he squirted pre across Gabriel's feet. Nothing could take this from him.

He freed his cock from Gabriel's toes, needing something better to grind his cock on. His feet provided that. Mounting his leg like a dog, the rat hung on for dear life and rocked his body. It was that final bit of stimulation that drove him over the edge.

Slamming his cock against Gabriel's foot for the last time, he cried out as his cock spasmed. The snake moved to catch as much cum as he could on his feet, toes and ankles. Had Oliver noticed, he would have turned away to finish on the floor, but his lust kept him in place until his five cumshots had repainted the snake's feet.

Before he could crumple onto the floor, Gabriel barked the next order: Oliver was to clean up his mess immediately. He knew what disobedience would bring him and so the rat shot up to go about his task.

Oliver dragged his tongue across the snake's feet yet again, this time cleaning his own cum from between the toes and from the sole of his foot. The taste was indescribable, the only thing that Oliver could say was that it tasted strange and bitter almost. He'd been expecting to be forced to eat his own cum, but he never could have anticipated the taste or imagined he'd be licking it off of feet.

"Look up at me." Gabriel demanded, scooping a large glob of cum from his foot and onto his fingers.

Swallowing what was in his mouth, Oliver looked up with wide eyes at his master and tried his best to beg to be given a free pass. The snake wasn't having it and forced his fingers inside of the rat's mouth for him to suck. He resisted, but the moment he was given the command he sucked as hard as he could and grimaced as the cum rushed down his throat.

"Get back to cleaning my feet." Gabe hissed, plucking his fingers free now that they were clean.

No more than five minutes later, a new taste had been painted onto the rat's tongue and Gabriel's feet were even cleaner than before.

Oliver looked up to see the snake stroking himself to the sight. He felt a blush form on his cheeks.

"Fuck that was hot..." The snake rumbled, standing up and stretching. "Open wide."

The command stunned Oliver for a minute, it was only when he had the snake's cock pressing against his lips did he open his jaw a wide as he could and try to slink forwards onto the member.

Suddenly, the snake grabbed a tuft full of the rat's headfurs and crammed his cock into the rat's mouth, getting it down to the base before Oliver could do anything. The rodent gagged, spluttered and struggled around the cock occupying his throat; he almost clawed at the snake, only to calm down before the punishment got worse. It took a few moments, but before long Oliver stopped gagging and shut his eyes tight for the inevitable face fuck.

He heard a subtle hiss escape Gabe as the snake started to pump his hips back and forth. He wasn't the type of furson to take it slow. In the blink of an eye the face fuck had gone through from an agonizing slow, but gentle, sliding into a brutal, jaw-breaking jackhammer fuck. He smacked his scaled balls into Oliver's chin over and over again with such a force it began to make the rat's chin sore. Or perhaps that was due to the snake's cock stretching his jaw as wide as it could go.

Oliver shut his eyes tight, unable to do anything whilst his mouth was being used as a sleeve. He struggled to breath through his nose and Gabriel's strange rhythms made it impossible for the rat to figure out when he was supposed to breath.

Despite the abuse, the rat's cock swelled and pulsed, dribbling pre cum all over his belly. It was agony, not being allowed to masturbate; hopefully Gabriel would treat him to an orgasm or two.

On and on the face-fucking went, so long that Oliver stopped scrunching up his nose to try and escape the musky scent. His jaw had already gone numb along with his chin by the time Gabriel yanked his cock free to spurt cum onto the rat's face.

The odd smell of the cum snapped Oliver out of his trance like state, he immediately whipped into wriggling and writhing to try and avoid getting it in his face furs, to no avail, of course. For Gabriel snatched up the rat by the neck and aimed with his cock, sending a shot worth across his lips and streaking more strands on every place he could reach: his hair, his eye, his nose, his chin, his neck and his forehead. As a punishment, Gabriel made sure to get most of it around the rat's eyes who sniffled and whimpered as he shut them tight.

The moment he was released, the rat started scooping cum away from his eyes.

Gabriel laughed at his pathetic attempts as he wiped his cock off on the rat's face furs.

"Wimp, if you'd only stayed still I could have aimed properly."

Holding open one side of Oliver's mouth with a finger, the snake slowly humped into the opening and prodded the side of his bitch's cheek.

"I'd love to do that again, but you've kept my guest waiting long enough. Crawl with me. Heel."

Obediently, the rat followed on all fours, trying to ignore his throbbing cock and the slight stinging pain occupying the sides of his mouth. It was hard to see where he was going, his vision blurry from the cumshots, but there was only one way out of the basement.

That led to the dining room, the stairs coming out in the corner of the room.

"Sorry for taking so long, I needed to make sure my bitch knew his place." Oliver heard the snake grunt to some fur.

As Oliver came up into the dining room, he was greeted with a tissue that was used to rub most of the cum away from his eyes and at least somewhat restore his vision. Opening his stinging eyes, he saw a siamese cat sitting upon the table in the nude.

The cat's fur was mostly the colour of egg nog, the exceptions being his paws, forepaws, tip of his tail, ears and muzzle which were all darkened to be sepia. His tail curled behind him as he purred at the approaching pair, his cock grew erect reaching full mast in seconds. Not that the size of his cock was impressive. For a moment, Oliver thought the cum in his eyes was having some sort of effect on his perception; this cat's dick was no longer than three inches, but at least made up for this by being slightly thicker than average. The rat didn't care much, he was distracted by just how large the feline's balls were. Gabe and the siamese cat caught him starring.

"You can feel them if you want." The cat on the table chuckled.

"Don't let him enjoy it too much Sam." Gabriel grunted,as he headed off down the hallway to fetch something.

It wasn't exactly the most normal thing, touching and groping a stranger's disproportionate ball sack, but then again he'd spent almost all week tied up so this was hardly the strangest thing to have happened to him. Oliver trotted to the stranger. Nervously, he reached out with shaking forepaws and rolled them. They filled out both of his forepaws combined.

"What do you think?"

Oliver thought for a moment, still rolling them in his forepaws. They were fuzzy, warm, definitely musky and somewhat intimidating. But, before he could share his thoughts Gabriel was back and barking orders.

"Get under this chair, slave. On your back."

Without another word, the rat shot over and climbed under a wooden chair that the snake set down in the middle of the kitchen. Gabriel sat down on top of it.

"Rim me." Came his command.

Reaching up with his tongue, Oliver lapped at his friend's tailhole. The scalie above him muttered to himself as he slipped further into the chair, relaxing and slowly rubbing his cock.

Oliver had no clue what the cat was doing, but he could hear the feline pacing around; it was only when he heard the cat's quiet purrs did he understand that the guest was stroking himself too. He felt somewhat left out of the action, being the only fur in the room not getting off. Though he didn't have to worry about that for long.

Lapping at his friends ass, the rat gave out a sudden yip as the buttplug that he'd been wearing almost constantly whilst under the snake's ownership was removed with a lewd pop. He shuffled about awkwardly, feeling hollow without it.

"Don't worry, slave." Sam chuckled, patting the rat's inner thighs as his fingers danced closer and closer to the rat's gaping tailhole.

A lube bottle's cap was popped open. Soon after Oliver felt the cold slime trickle down over his tailhole and heard the squelch of it as it was applied to the cat's forepaw. He shivered as it was rubbed around with a finger, tickling his walls.

"Don't give him a warm up, he can take it." Gabriel grumbled, the tone of his words being somewhere between commanding and advisory.

The snake was enjoying his rimjob, his cock dribbling pre-cum over his length only to be spread over it by his forepaw. But it could be much better.

"This had better not be your best." Gabriel scowled, reaching under himself and pulling his cheeks apart gently; his pucker stretched flat.

"Get in there already!"

Oliver (spurred into action) lapped more vigorously with his tongue, trying to ignore that cat who was teasing his tailhole by gently poking at the quivering opening. Oliver's attention was snapped away from the cat as the snake above him let out a sigh of pleasure and relaxed further, his tailhole opening slightly to give the rat better access. The rat knew his cue and spread the snake's pucker open with his tongue, pushing hard until the tip slipped inside.

It was an awkward position, curled up towards the chair with his legs in the air, but the rat did his best and gave Gabe the best tongue-fucking he had to offer. His tongue speared back and forth, pushing its way in until he found his lips kissing against the snake's scaly ass. Whimpering, the rat tried not to drink in the musk too much and put himself off.

Before he could truly start the tongue fucking, he was disturbed by the feeling of something large and round prodding against his tailhole. For a moment, he thought it was the plug again, but the plug wouldn't feel so rough as it was pushed back inside. No, something much larger was punching against his tailhole and even with him gaping he was struggling to accommodate it.

"Hope you're alright with being fisted." The cat chuckled and a sense of dread and disbelief washed over the rat. "I like a loose hole when I fuck."

Oliver went to pull away and tell Sam to slow down, only to be cut off by Gabriel's barking.

"Don't you dare stop! Keep going." The snake demanded; immediately Oliver went back to lapping at the snake's tailhole.

Trying to get his focus back as he speared his tongue in and out of Gabriel, Oliver twitched and squirmed as Sam's fist disappeared deeper and deeper inside of him. The cat licked his lips in delight as the rat's tailhole stretched and stretched to accommodate his fist like a glove and the snake grunted the occasional "fuck yeah" as he jerked off. The three moved together, Sam's fist driving forwards as Oliver's tongue moved forward and both whilst the master's hand pumped his cock.

The two of them, Sam and Gabe, had their little tricks and habits when it came to how they liked to dominate. Gabriel himself liked to have his slaves lick his fingers clean of pre. Sam's thing was slightly different, it was much more intense. The cat liked to stretch his bottoms to the breaking point, then fuck them into oblivion even if they could hardly feel a thing. If anything that looseness made him last longer and fuck faster, two things that he loved to do. Though he wouldn't get to that point if he wasn't careful, Oliver's cock was spewing pre like a geyser at this point even if he wasn't even at half mast. All too often Sam had found himself wrist deep in a bottom who couldn't take it and they'd cum just from having a fist pumping inside of them. He watched the trembling rat closely, glancing at the rodent's cock as he pumped his own.

"Getting close." Gabriel growled, Oliver did his best to tongue fuck the snake harder than he had before; perhaps he'd be allowed to orgasm if he did better than usual.

The cat forced his fist in as deep at it would go, getting a yelp out of Oliver who muttered something that was lost seeing as how his tongue was buried in his master's tailhole.

"That's enough of that." Sam chuckled, no doubt he was moving away from fisting so that he could show off his impressive stamina.

Not a few moments later, Oliver felt Sam's hips press up against his bubbly ass cheeks as the cat ground his cock against the rat's fur. He could hear the soft purrs and growls the feline made and whimpered as he felt Sam's cock slowly sinking into his tailhole. He was so loose that he could hardly offer any resistance, or perhaps that was because of Sam's meager size. Either way, in less than a minute the cat was balls deep and Oliver could do nothing but keep trying to tongue fuck his master.

Sam, who was now lifting up Oliver by the legs so that he could get a better angle, gradually started speeding up his thrusts. The slaps of the cat's large balls hitting against the rat's ass echoed around the room, accompanied by the two top's grunts as they both approached their orgasm.

"You're going fast." Gabe commented, addressing Sam.

It was somewhat hypocritical of him to say that, seeing as how his hand now brushed along his cock faster than Sam plunged his cock in and out of the rat's cute ass.

"Could say the same about you, how about you finish already so I can make this slut suck himself off?" Sam shot back.

Underneath the chair still, Oliver blushed and couldn't decide on what was more embarrassing: having the two of them talk like he wasn't there or having a stranger talk about the nasty things he was going to do to him.

"Just felt you tighten there." The cat commented, driving his cock in deeper than before. "Like it when I talk about you, fuck toy?"

Oliver tried not to moan as he felt the cat's cock jab his prostate.

"Your cock sure does."

Sam chuckled and wrapped a forepaw around the rat's cock which had been dripping pre for quite sometime, but now that it was getting such rough attention it would occasionally buck and shoot a clear strand of the stuff onto his belly or trickle down to give his cock a shiny coat. That, coupled with Sam's dirty talk, had the rat burning up with embarrassment as if he'd been caught masturbating to weird porn.

"FUCK!" Gabriel roared, suddenly lurching forwards out of Oliver's tongue's reach.

He fapped at his cock furiously, having found a new, sensitive sweet spot and figuratively howled as he shot his seed onto the kitchen tiles. He bucked his hips and with each cumshot, shook and moaned for all to hear. After three ropes of cum being shot and splattering onto the floor below, he looked down to see the small puddles he'd created. He'd get Oliver to lick that up later. Wasting no time, Gabriel started discussing his next plan.

Moving the chair, he told Sam:

"Bring him back down to the basement when you're done, he's nowhere near finished."

And with that, the snake placed the chair back where he'd retrieved it from and disappeared into the basement once more.

The cat chuckled ominously as he pulled his cock out and wiped it off on the rat's inner thigh.

"Now I can have some real fun." Sam proclaimed, taking the rat by the legs and pushing him over onto his back.

Oliver folded over on himself, moving as the cat instructed and bending as well as contorting his body until he found himself with his own cock dangling above his open lips with his tailhole raised to the sky and exposed.

Sam sunk his cock back into the rat with the same ease as before, crouching over the rat to fuck him. It may have been an awkward position, but the cat didn't care so long as he could fuck the rat as fast as he could possibly go. The added pushing from the cat's hips slamming and grinding against the rat's ass cheeks pushed his cock further down until he could lick it with his tongue. Fear washed over him, his body was aching and he'd never done this before. Sure, Gabriel had been training him ever since he'd lost the bet to be a) stretched out and b) flexible, but the snake hadn't managed to get him to the point where he could blow himself. Yet, there he was with his cock in tongue distance. That didn't satisfy Sam though.

The cat pushed more, trying to drive his cock in deeper and get the rat to swallow his own cock. It'd worked and with a startled gasp, Oliver found himself with his lips closed halfway down his cock. He spluttered and tried to push over, but the cat above him kept him there forcing him to breath through his news and taste his own pre. It was a familiar taste, seeing as how he hadn't been able to blow himself, Gabriel had often put the rat in a situation where pre would drip into his mouth like a leaky faucet.

It was hard not to cum, though it hadn't been stated specifically he knew that he wouldn't be allowed to finish from this. Despite that fact, Oliver found the exact way to suck himself off and get a good amount of pleasure without coming too close to well, coming. Sam seemed to notice this.

The cat ploughed forth with even more speed and force, his obese nuts slapping into the rat's ass and sending strong vibrations through his wiggling cheeks. Oliver was yet to see them, but judging by how it stinged whenever the cat's furry orbs hit against his body he was sure that they were much larger than usual and with that would come a larger than average load, or so he prayed.

His eyes rolling back in his head as he body shook with Sam's thrusts, it didn't take long for the rat to begin slipping in and out of focus. It took even less time for him to lose track of time. All he heard were the rhythmic thumps of Sam's balls slapping against him and the occasionally lewd squelch coming from either his tailhole or his mouth. He could hardly feel anything besides the feeling of a warm, wet muzzle around his cock (even if it was his own he couldn't deny how much he was enjoying it) and the feeling of his prostate being pounded, the position had sent most of his body numb. That hardly mattered though.

Soon, Sam's grunts and moans were added to the limited pool of sounds that Oliver heard. It was clear that the cat was close; good riddance the rat thought to himself, he'd been waiting for this guy's seed for too long now.

With one last thrust and a slight hiss, Sam's orgasm poured forth with more volume and violence than the rat had expected. Nearly topping over from the sudden force of Sam's pushes, Oliver's cock popped free of his mouth and bounced flicking pre across his face. Despite the rat being unbalanced, Sam kept pumping his hips and groaning as he continued filling up Oliver with his cum.

For the first few seconds it felt like a normal orgasm for Oliver, but soon he noticed that cum had splattered against his walls at least five times now and that number was still growing. Even though he'd orgasmed, Sam kept fucking Oli's ass as he rode through his orgasm to keep pumping out a copious amount of jizz. Whether this was one or two orgasms it was hard to tell. Oliver groaned as his abdomen began to hurt and his stomach bulged.

"Fuuuuuuuck...." Sam moaned one last time as the last shot of his cum dripped out of the tip of his cock and into the cum that was already gathered in Oliver's body.

Sam let the rat collapse onto his back, who immediately rolled over and clutched at his stomach with a groan. Cum gushed out of his tailhole, down his taint or down his thigh and then onto the tiles at an alarming rate. With a chuckle the cat played with the rat's leaking hole, prodding and poking it with a finger until the waterfall of cum stopped.

"Come on, cum dump. You're not finished yet." Sam declared, scooping up the rat and taking him downstairs in a fireman's left.

Groggy, Oliver tried to complain that he'd had enough and that his ass could take no more, but at the same time a part of him was lusting to see what the two dominants had in store for him next.

That part of him was sated not a few moments later when he was dumped on a bench then adjusted by a set of scaled forepaws, Gabriel's. He could feel the thick, soft padding beneath him and just from taking in it's shape he could tell that he was being rested on a bondgae hore of some kind. His ankles and wrists were strapped down with another strap reaching across his back. Oliver's hips were lifted slightly and two bowls were placed beneath him, one beneath his cock and one beneath his ass which was still dribbling cum from Sam's orgasm.

"Hope you're comfortable." Gabriel's voice came. "You'll be here until you've filled a bowl."

Oliver braced, expecting to be mounted by the snake or by Sam again, but instead he felt cold, pliable plastic being pressed to his abused tailhole that opened up like a budding flower when the toy began to drive forwards. The rat groaned. This was going to be much worse than being fucked by one of the guys again. He didn't need the dildo pushing into his tailhole at a snail's pace to tell him what he was about to go through, the sound of the mechanics whirring gave it away. A dildo machine was about to fuck him silly.

The rat howled with pleasure as a dildo, much thicker and more brutal than what he'd faced so far pushed forwards and parted his walls. As it went in it either pushed the cat's cum in deeper or forced it to drip out of the sides and into the bowl below his tailhole.

Sam stopped the machine when it had gone deep enough and adjusted the settings so that it would only go that deep, if Oliver wanted it deeper he could always try fuck himself on it. Then, with no warning, it was cranked up to max speed, thrust and power.

"Hgh!" The rat jerked about it as his prostate was struck violently and his walls were nearly lit on fire by the dildo whizzing over them like two rocks colliding to make sparks.

"You like that fag?" Gabriel taunted, slapping his cock against the rat's head.

Oliver couldn't reply, he could only yelp and scream or groan and moan as the fake cock destroyed his insides.

"Mmhhhm..." He managed to whimper, focusing too hard on trying not to orgasm to beg properly.

"Heh." The snake snickered, wiping pre off near the rat's eye before strolling to the lean against the wall and jerk off with Sam.

Not caring, Oliver tried to maintain his focus as he had other issues to worry about. His prostate was working overtime now, he'd been kept on edge for so long he was sure that he wouldn't have lasted this long and, yet, the rat had lost count of how long he'd been involved in this rough, hard and heavy scene. A part of him almost didn't want it to end.

That part of him grew and grew as he came closer to his orgasm. His swollen prostate burnt like a brimstone inside of him and his painfully erect cock which had been churning out shots of pre cum and the occasional dribble of cum hurt just as much. He couldn't hold out much longer.

The machine jabbed his prostate again with a sudden burst of force, then stopped. Oliver heard someone adjusting the controls and the dildo began to spin, slowly at first, and then with such speed it got to the point where it was worse than the thrusting. And, with his prostate being battered in a new way, Oliver could hold out no longer.

"Ahhh! N-no, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The rat cried out, his body bucking and trembling as the powerful orgasm rocked him.

His balls tight against his crotch, his shaking cock fired out a cumshot that streaked across the bench below him. Gabriel reacted fast, grabbing hold of his slaves' cock and angling it towards the bowl.

Oliver was too lost in the pleasure to notice, he kept bucking his hips and crying out as cumshot after cumshot jetted out and splattered into the bowl below him. He wished it would never end, the lightning coursing through his body felt so good and the feeling of finally getting this long anticipated release had his eyes rolling back in his head even after the last of his cum had dribbled pathetically from the tip of his cock.

The rat would have collapsed had he not been held in bondage. There was no rest for him, however, he was still a way away from filling up the bowl and Gabriel didn't go back on his choices. Stepping away, the snake made sure that the dildo machine would change between thrusting, shaking, twisting and more before addressing the tied up rat for the final time.

He purred, with a slight hiss to his voice and a menacing undertone:

"See you later, my faggot."