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“Hey, sexy. You'd suck my dick for fifty bucks?"

Walt's eyes widened as he heard the offer, and his mind swirled… Pulled back from the wind stroking his black fur, from the deaden light hitting his yellow eyes, from the rich grassy scent mixed with pinecone caressing his nose. Or from the large Rhino facing him.

In one instant, as those fifty bucks were shaken before Walt, he only remembered the long trail of events leading to this… And he gulped.

He lived in Oakridge and had always done so. The little town had been a derelict of an old age for so long: a place where everyone knew everybody. Where dirty little secrets spread like wildfire, nobody could ignore the unwinding families. He had graduated with a degree in art, but nobody was interested in a panther like him from a tiny town. People could still notice his slight accent and his little run to bigger places was led to disaster.

He had to return home, with his family, to potentially abandon his boyfriend and return to the same bigoted town that would jump on him for being gay.

But it never happened.

Everything had changed; people were more open. Enough for the Gym Rat Den to open as well as the Milk Bar. Places the Panther enjoyed going to… Except for their steep prices.

He got canned of his last job at the museum. A cashier job wasn't enough. A second part-time job at a restaurant helped, but it wouldn't allow him to get his place in years.

He was at a dead-end.

His only satisfaction was fucking around. Old, young, big, thin… He had gained a slutty reputation that followed him up to the cruising trails around. Walking around naked didn't help either, but people could wander, clothed or not. Sometimes, he would meet gym partners and have a chat, like Vince. Sometimes not.

And that time.

“Well? 'cat got your tongue?"

The burly Rhinoceros stood there, still holding out that cash.

It sure would help to accept it for this week's groceries. However, it wasn't the guy's sole argument. He was big… Way bigger than people going to the gym. Broad shoulders, large chest, big belly. Everything in that man was just massive. Even what he had between his legs, though the Panther tried not to look down at those swinging parts.

“… Uh. Hi?"

“Yeah. Hi."

[I]Fuck!

[/I]Thought Walt. He didn't know what to say at that moment. That guy had jumped on him at a corner of a trail, where nobody could see nor hear them due to the howling winds in the gorge. That spot was just perfect.

“Listen. I'm here to fuck around. But I'm too big for most. But people told me there was a Panther who was always cool with it. Are you in?" asked the Rhino, almost from desperation. Well, what Walt' interpreted was the way he fidgeted and looked around. That guy was pent-up, for sure. So fucking pent-up. And Walt… Was no different.

With a hand going on his backpack strap, stuffed, the Feline leaned and snatched the bill. He lifted it and looked at it from the sun's prism, noticing… How to was the real one.

“Just sucking your dick, right?"

“Yes."

“Are you clean? Or is this-“

“Hell, no. My boss would kill me if I caught something."

That was the sole confirmation Walt' needed as he nearly dropped to his knees. Not too fast so he wouldn't scrap them or manage to hurt his junk on the rocks around. But fast enough to hear a loud huff from the Rhinoceros as the Panther went right to business.

Right to that fat junk. To that uncut dick whose scent was so different from the one on the scent: instead of resin and pine, and soil… That guy smelled like salt and raw leather, which made the Panther salivate as he brought his fingers over the pulsating length and started to… unveil it.

Walt' purred.

It was a stupid reflex, something he didn't always control. But he purred nonetheless as his muzzle rubbed against that guy's skin. It was a tad greasy but clean, with no traces of “remnants," perfect. Perfect for the Feline as he extended his tongue and licked the leathery skin… Right where the bulbous and reddish tip was going away, replaced by the stark white of that guy's skin. He licked it, though sideway and without going at full strength. His coarse tongue wasn't always so liked unless by the thick-skinneds…

But it seemed that was doing the work when the Rhino, above, started to rumble, and his dick throbbed.

“You can… Go for it. I'm not afraid of your tongue," said the burly hiker, widening his stance and making his low-hanging nuts swing along.

[I]Shit! I can? [/I]Thought Walt. He had never been allowed to go at full speed with his tongue. It wasn't like his ancestors, who could scrape skin with a lick. But the sensation unnerved some. So…

So… When that unknown guy told him he could. He jumped. His tongue danced on the tip; the papillaes rubbed against the skin and collected the greasy precum over it. Then down, collecting along the sweat macerating within the fold as he went up and down. His mouth moved, his muzzle pushed against the wide fupa the Rhino sported, sinking into the fat while his hands held onto those powerful thighs.

He held on tight, licking and going over the throbbing length. He went up, carefully tracing the veins beneath the skin as he listened to the man's huffing breath. It was only the beginning, yet the Rhino was huffing and seemingly about to burst as he groaned and grunted.

“You okay?" asked Walt, surprised with his ears standing up, to catch any sound from the man he was sucking off like a deviant.

“Y- Yes. Put it in your mouth. I- I want to blow inside. Ju- Just the tip. That's good?" explained the Rhino, his voice quivering as he leaned against a nearby rock.

Walt' looked up, facing the barrier that was that huge beergut… And then, he shrugged.

Maybe that guy doubted Walt' could take it. Yes, that man was a King size: his whole tip was closer to a fist than anything.

But Walt' had a trick, and he opened his mouth, pressing his lips against that fat cock. He opened his mouth until he heard a pop. Then, a second, and his jaw opened wider. It… Didn't hurt, not with training. But it sure surprised, even now, as he unhinged his jaw and had the lower one drop and hang.

He passed a finger beneath his chin, holding it as he ushered the cock inside. A cock that wouldn't have fit without, clearly.

“F- Fuck. What was that?" mumbled the Rhino.

Walt' didn't answer. Instead, he… Bobbed his head forward. Brutally. He nearly gagged, nearly managed to hit his uvula square and force everything he had eaten out. But he controlled the reflex and started to bob back and forth. His tongue was lazily stroking the lower side while he maintained his chin in position.

He gargled… A bit. He moaned a lot. He spat and salivated like he was eating a whole meal.

That Rhino had a dick so big every throb nearly pushed against Walt's teeth, making them scrape against the leathery skin without drawing any blood. Every movement that guy made, from adjusting his posture and feet, forced the Panther to follow the movement either left or right. Yet, Walt' continued… He adapted, he swallowed his saliva and the guy's constant flow of precum, and he listened to his voice quivering and trembling.

Until…

“Hrmphh! B- Be ready!" cried the Rhino.

But it was too late. When he said that, Walt' sensed the flow suddenly stop. Then… Followed the creamy, salty, and thick liquid against his tongue. That guy wasn't shooting blank: his spunk was so dense it could be considered like starch. But… Walt' swallowed. He swallowed as he backed up. With a snap and two pops, he put his jaw back in place and locked his lips around the guy's cocktip.

He sucked in, and held his breath as more of that spunk was forced into his mouth.

[I]Surely that guy will stop, soon?[/I]

Walt' thought the Rhino would have a few more shots left before he got drained. But no… That guy was pent-up, so pent-up that cum kept flowing. He continued until the cat's cheeks bulged from the liquid inside, and some oozed from his lips. And it kept going.

Even when Walt' swallowed. Even when he swallowed, it was back to having his lips stuffed with spunk. Even when he swallowed back.

[I]Fuck! When will he stop? [/I]Asked Walt' to himself, his eyes rolling as he could only see the belly above and the fupa clench from the regular ejaculation. For what felt like years, that Rhino kept pushing more cum out…

But it stopped. It stopped, and Walt' popped his mouth free with a sigh of relief, followed by a gargle and a painful huff from his stuffed belly. He… It was like a fucking 3-meal course.

With a gargle, the Panther dropped on his posterior, ignoring the stone bite as he looked and watched at the Rhino. At that guy whose face looked as stupid as his. The eyes were rolling, the skin dripping with sweat, and the Rhino did not look much better.

“Hah.. Fuck. I- Needed it," he grumbled.

“That's right," answered Walt' with a gulp, downing both saliva and what cum remained.

“Are you all right? I heard you pop your jaw," the Rhino suddenly asked as he stepped back, his dangling bits now soft and… Well, both sloppier and cleaner in different ways.

Walt' answered his question by holding his jaw and moving it. Left, right. No pop.

“Back as normal. You're a big one; that's easier to suck you off that way," said the Feline with a smile as he stood up, dusting off his legs and arms. The place… Well, it was dusty.

“Heh, funny. Really funny," chuckled the Rhino, scratching his muzzle. “Never heard of a pred doing this. And… Uh."

Walt' watched the guy fumble over his words, his hands joining and his fingers tapping together while he looked away. In shame? Probably, with the way he stomped on the ground.

“And?" asked Walt, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well. That's… Uh. You come here regularly?"

“Every weekend when I need a break, why's that?"

“Could… I get your number? In case I need another… Hmm. You know. Release?"

“For the same price?" asked Walt, licking his lips and tasting that guy's junk again.

“Yes. And… Could I tell my friends about you?"

“… Sure," said Walt, shrugging.

That guy. He didn't know his name, but he was endearing and funny. Plus, fifty bucks was a lifesaver for this week, something he appreciated as they pulled out their phones to exchange numbers.

“Donald. But you can call me Don."

“Okay, Don'," answered Walt' as he turned off his phone and put it in his bag, smiling. “See you next time!"

“Next time!"

It was simple, clear… And Walt' only thought about their next time… And yet.

---

Yet… How everything was to change with Donald's arrival.

What was a first meeting, ordained by some tread of fate or whatever, became a ritual. They met at the trail's entrance, chatted, stripped, and walked. Sometimes they fucked, sometimes they did not… But as time progressed, Walt' took the habit of cleaning up, just in case. Of taking mint-flavored chewing gum for his breath, lube… And more.

From a hiker bag to a whore's tote, the change was gradual… And so the attitude between the two. That… As well as their meetings, the friends going to meet Walt' alongside the Rhino.

“So… Your wife is leaving you?" asked Walt, feeling the Rhino's hands passing over his creamed ass. For once, Don' had been late but not his friends, and Walt's wallet was more packed by the day. Leaving his jobs was almost a possibility.

“No. We're still hanging around for the kids. We don't want to break their hearts. The little one is seven years old. And… It's not like we don't love each other," explained Don, his fingers pushing against the creampie and gaping rim, touching it… Fingering it as they walked on the trail.

“What is it, then?" asked the Panther, feeling the finger plunge within his ass… And tease his abused prostate. He nearly jolted at it, nearly moaned out loud in public as other naked hikers were giving them the stink-eye.

“Perverts."

“Fuckers."

“Can't they clean themselves?"

Walt' barely had to listen to their insults they hurled, trialing them for the long white line following them… The Rhino was squeezing more cum out with his large fingers, pushing against the plump rim until it gaped, and Walt' had to bend nearly, ignoring those prudes.

“She's finding a new interest in women. We love each other, but she's finding herself. It's… Well. I support her since she supported me when I told her I'm Bi," continued Rhino, his fingers going so deep they were nearly bulging beneath the Panther's belly.

“Hrmphh. That's tough for you. You feel like… You owe her, plus you have your habits. But you're frustrated by what's happening," moaned Walt' as he pointed a rock against which he could lean, still on the main trail.

It was the end of summer; people were coming and going… But it didn't stop the Cat from bending over and raising his tail. He spread his legs as he felt the Rhino's leathery muzzle press against his ass. Soon, those lips were closing on his ass… That broad tongue, so large, was almost as big as Walt's fingers, and it pushed within the rim without a break. It pushed… On and on, until the tongue started to tease his swollen G-spot and tease it, lick it clean of all the strawberry-scent lube, spit, and cum that had been poured.

“Oh… T- That's the spot. Jerry has fucked me good," mumbled the Feline, bringing an index to his mouth to bite it. Donald… And his friends were such good fucks, and nobody batted an eye about paying him. It should have been humiliating and shameful, but no. That was good.

“The problem isn't her sexuality or her newfound interest," suddenly explained the Rhino, trading his fingers for the mouth. Big calloused fingers with such a rigid texture… And whose strength pulled Walt's pucker down, up, right, and left. The poor Cat quivered, and his tail swayed.

“I don't mind her girlfriends. But instead of waiting for the children to be at school or away, she's inviting her friends during the evening. I love the kids… But it's like I have to bring them out to watch movies, and I don't have time for myself. It sucks…" continued the Rhino, tapping Walt's furry ass and stroking it as he straightened and positioned. Finally, Don' landed behind the Panther… His massive uncut dick poked at the entrance and nudged it.

“Hrmphh- May-“

“Have you thought about her opinion on your situation?"

The novel voice wasn't Walt's or Don's, but Juan's. Another of Don's friends, already rummaging through Walt's bag. He took out the towel and handed it to the Cat for support while slipping a bill inside. As usual, the gray-scalie Iguana was considerate as the Panther was rocked back and forth against the rock by the rutting Rhino, his tail tightly gripped.

Such a brutal fuck always sent Walt' through heaven, as proved by his wide grin and rolling eyes… But scrapping was a brutal reminder of reality.

“You always take a day for yourself, now, to get on the trail. Without the kids. Plus, you are away most of the day at your job… And you have your boss available. She must envy you," continued the Iguana, on stand-by against the rock, taping it while his eyes focused on something behind them.

Perhaps he watched the passersby who were either disgusted, curious, or interested as they watched the poor Panther entirely drop against the rock while the burly Rhinoceros was going to town. Even attempting to ignore it was impossible as the loud smack of Don's balls against the Panther's black ass was loud… That… And the purr emanated from Walt' as he sensed his prostate given a thorough massage.

Each time… Each time he could feel himself closer to another orgasm as his hard, dripping dick had long since produced a little pool of musky precum that added to the reeking atmosphere.

“Uh… Wh- What he says," moaned Walt, his head rubbing against the large towel and yet feeling the sting of the stone hitting him.

Don… Was a good fucker. Walt' wasn't his first lover, by far. The guy was so hung it cratered the Panther's hole, making it gape good and hard until even sitting was sometimes difficult. But… Walt' loved every second of that brutal lovemaking. Of that rough dick pulling back and nearly yanking his hole out…. Before it punched inside him, churning his guts and hitting the Panther's spot square.

“Hrmphh. I- I told her I wouldn't fuck Hal as much. And… I stopped going to the nights out," moaned the Rhino, biting his lips.

Walt's hole quivered and tensed, closed on that dick despite the brutal nudge. And in return, the sensations were heightened for the Panther as his face nearly dropped, and he almost coated the towel with saliva. With each thrust, his body bounced off the rock. He bit his finger harder, trying to contain that orgasm about to burst and take his thoughts away. He quivered, especially when that big man started to lean and kiss him between the shoulder plates, right on the spine, and where Walt' was the most sensitive.

“Go… Harder. Freely," mumbled the Panther, his tail tip swirling as if to distract the Rhino… Who accepted the words with a wide grin.

“She doesn't care if you fuck Hal or not. Or if you're going to the boys' nights out with your boss. She wants some time for herself. Have you… Proposed her to take the kids out so she can have her moments?"

“No."

The Rhino huffed and grumbled as his grip reinforced on the Panther's side, holding Walt' tight as his movements hastened.

Walt's body trembled while his poor gland was getting some rough love from the construction worker. And… Yes, his dick was about to burst. It was warm at the tip, so warm. His prostate felt swollen through the shocks… And further than that, it felt… perfect to ride the wave of pleasure as the Rhino kept huffing by his ears. He graced them with his gruff voice, even licked them while their bodies were bouncing off each other, no longer restrained.

People could watch. Could scowl. Could hate. But to both, it felt intimate and warm, and Walt' was almost on cloud nine while Juan's voice managed to speak louder than the tremors going through his spine.

“Ask her so. Do not wait for her to act. Propose her you'll take the kids with you somewhere. Don't wait for her to force your hand… Help her."

Walt' could have nodded along, but that wasn't his domain. Nor his issues… Nor did he have the strength to do anything but keep his arms crossed beneath his head to avoid any further pain. It was… too good. He was in peace, his body deliciously blessed by Don's dick stretching his gut thin. It was harder and harder to focus on anything but breathing and clenching his teeth… until… until…

“HRMPHH!"

Don bit the cat's nape, pulling on it while his warm cum poured within Walt' like another flood. Don was always… pent-up. And his ejaculation always had the same volume, if not more. They left his partners bloated, in pain, and begging to be emptied through caresses and near fisting.

Walt? He was no different, but he purred with delight while his cock shot against the rock. One shot, two, three, four, five… He weakly humped the air, hitting his partner's groin and balls with his ass as the orgasm continued… As more semen was spewed out and dropped against the rock, then on the ground… Before Walt' dropped against the stone, his belly visibly bulging.

“… Oh… yeah, that's the thing," he moaned with delight when the Rhinoceros pulled out, pulled on the rim… And forced the open hole to relinquish all the semen that was inside in a sort of flood. A musky, disgusting white wave was seen by the public, as well as Walt's well-stretched hole. Yet… The cat's tail remained raised and waving, a sign of his good mood.

“Oh… Daddy. That was good," moaned Walt, bringing a hand to his cheek to feel them. They burned, they were warm to the touch… And would be raw tomorrow when he would have to sit down and not act like a slut. But… The moment, he turned to the Iguana's whose cock was rock-hard and erect.

“You can take your turn," moaned Walt, biting his lips as the reptile stepped inside and took the plunge while Don stepped back, taking a beer out of his bag.

“You know… For a deviant who loves to put his lovers on a leash, you are good with girls."

“I know. And I'm sure our kitten thinks I'm good with him, too."

But Walt' didn't answer; he merely moaned.

---

“How does it feel?"

“A bit… Tight? But good," chuckled Walt' as he walked alongside Juan and Don, his face red as they were in public. “What was it for?"

“Hal is sick. His son is holding the fort. But we need something to blow off some steam," answered Don, the Rhinoceros, putting his hands in his jeans as he looked at the stairs going up the hill towards that newly built house.

“The place was almost done, the inside made. But the crew has to finish the annex as well as the pool," continued the Rhinoceros, chuckling at the whistling.

“And… Juan?" asked Walt', almost red-faced beneath his black fur.

“I'll give them a hand. As long as they accept to pay you," added the Iguana with a devious grin, tugging on the leash to make Walt' walk faster.

Which was difficult when the Panther was barefooted. And bare at all. No clothes, nothing to cover his black fur covered with pink slurs for the occasion. On his ass had been written “10$ per turn". His torso had an arrow pointing to his mouth, “5$ per blowjob" and such were the other marks selling Walt's sexual escapades to anyone daring to look at him.

Even his cock, kept in a tight pink cage. It looked both smaller and cuter… And the plastic pulled on his balls and exposed them as well as that hefty pricetag of “50$ per hit". Something Walt' had asked, precisely.

“Will you?" asked Walt, feeling the reptilian's hand going over his left cheek, tugging on it until the plugged asshole couldn't retain the cum oozing from it.

“Maybe. Is there a supervisor position around?" Juan grinned at Don, who grinned back.

“Whore supervisor. It's an essential duty."

Walt's ears straightened then dropped. His face burned so red… He didn't know how he got persuaded, even now. Well, Don and Juan promised him a good day of “working" and reasonable pay. But the conditions were… Well, if someone saw him like this.

Yet, his cock strained against the cockcage, and some precum dripped from it as they faced an Elephant who winked at Walt' while patting his obscene bulge. Then, it was a peacock's turn to touch Walt's chest and have some small talk with Don.

“Overwhelmed? We can stop," asked the Iguana, tugging on the leash and collar to grab the Panther's attention as they were led towards… What could be a bedroom? A mat had been placed on it, clean but soon to be dirty.

“A bit. Will you stay with me?"

“What's a whore supervisor if I'm not here to watch over you?"

To complete his words, Juan smacked the Panther on the ass, making him both jump and growl from the sudden hit. But not lash back as he instead went on the bed… And received the blindfold offered by Juan.

“Remember, three quick taps on the mattress, and you're out. One for keep going, and the second for a break," said the Iguana as he observed Walt' put on the blindfold… Soon enough, Walt's world became nothing but a shadow. And sounds.

His ears turned and twisted, catching wind of distant conversation that occurred outside and inside the building but too faint to make any sense. Sometimes, someone spoke louder. But then… It stopped.

He listened to his breath, quickened and hastened and breathed out. Calm, focus… peace.

He sighed, trying not to worsen his situation, when he heard a close chuckle, Juan. And then... the creaking from the door opening, followed by heavy steps. Lecherous grin and chuckles were to be expected, but there was none of it.

“Ass up!" suddenly ordered a voice, high but not too much. A young employee, it seemed. And Walt' lifted his legs. With each hand behind the knees, he kept his ass up even when he felt someone's breath onto his hole. Warm, regular… So close it was almost a caress. Or a kiss. It became one.

One kiss when those lips closed on his hole to lick it. The lube and cum still oozed. And faint remnants of Walt's last evening could be smelled, surely. But the guy's mouth didn't falter. It kissed, licked, had his tongue push, and prod like a ravenous beast. It was a long, warm, and wide tongue. Not something of a predator. And… Walt' sighed, allowing himself a smile as he could feel blood rush to his dick.

“Ah… Good," he mumbled with that devious smile, getting his ass eaten out.

He sighed and relaxed his cheeks but not his legs. He kept them spread with relaxed thighs to allow the hungry employee to have his time. To have him gruffly groan against the hole, to have those fingers bite into his furry flesh… Before a sigh came… And then.

[I]Ziiiip!

[/I]Walt' bit his lips, fully aware of what it meant. He kept his legs up and breathed, both in relief and anticipation, as his open hole winked at the man who had prepared it. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

The Panther started to hold his breath. He wanted it, desired it, anticipated it. His body even trembled; a small shiver echoed by his tail, having a faster sway than usual. And then… There was it. Wide, very wide. A big dick that throbbed against his hole and released one massive glob of precum on… Inside the gaping orifice.

Walt' gasped.

He gasped and then nearly cried, biting his lips when that cock forced itself within him. He hadn't prepared himself enough, it seemed, as he heaved and tapped quickly. Once, Twice. Here…

A shuffle occurred, and the movement stopped, leaving everyone breathing. Walt'. Juan. And that unknown man.

A moment Walt' took to breathe and relax. His hole opened, no longer tightly holding onto that cock. He… moved his fingers, lowering them over his thighs back to his ass as he pulled on the cheeks to spread them. Again, he exhaled. And did one tap. Good to go.

Good.

Yes. That was the way he described the rough breeding that followed. That man's dick progressed again, faster but without any more itch. And when everything was inside, when his groin hit the Panther's plump ass… He started to pump. Calloused fingers gripped the Panther's ankles, holding him in position while Walt's fingers held on those cheeks to spread them. And so… it began.

The man's pace. The slow back and forth. The pumping with a loving tease along the way.

Maybe the guy noticed his smile. No… he surely did. But Walt' kept it as he felt good. Extremely so, in fact. That dick was good. Not heavenly… But good enough to push him towards the edge while that guy hastened and went faster. He was near the edge, too… Way closer than Walt' was. Above the blindfolded Panther, the guy huffed and puffed as if he was carrying weight. And each time he dropped, he sighed in relief as if he had released it. Only to pick it up again by pulling up and tugging on Walt's rim as it stroked the throbbing length.

Again… again. The Feline's tail brushed the nasty mattress while his body replied to the movement. His ass quivered… His toes curled, his breath hastened. Walt' held on tight… He bit his lips, feeling his pleasure rise and rise… It was far from its culminating point. Extremely far from it, he could push more. With Don', Juan, and their friends, he had done worse. He could-

He didn't go further. He felt the guy's cum pour in his ass, hot and liquid. So warm… So liquid. So sticky. And not enough. The Employee came in many grunts before he pulled out and smacked the Panther's ass with his dick before he let go.

More gruffs, a zip. And the door closed, leaving Walt' huffing while he gripped his softening dick. But… Yeah. He could feel the semen at the tip… Sticky and stinky. Shit.

“Frustrated?"

“Y- Yeah," mumbled Walt' back, feeling on the edge and yet spent. It seemed Juan' had found a spot to sit, near him. A bottleneck was presented to Walt's lips, urging him to drink: Water. Fresh, refreshing after that moment. He took a sip and then pushed against the bottle with his hand.

“Urf. Enough."

“Fair enough," continued Juan, closing the bottle. “Let's get the next one?"

Walt' sighed and looked up. Or rather, lifting his face, his breathing controlled as he saw nothing but darkness. He was tempted to remove the blindfold, but he didn't. Instead, he shook his head and turned his blind gaze where the Iguana would be.

“Next."

Next meant then to start what would be the long procession of hungry and desperate men having a moment with Walt's ass. From their attitude, their movements, and their words, it wasn't their first time with someone as slutty as the Panther. Their fuckings were brutal, leaving the Panther's ass throbbing from the abuse. But contrary to the first, they always put Walt' back on the bed and asked him how he felt.

Some… Even struck a bit of a conversation. Someone named Andy even proposed to replace Juan so he could take a leak. A moment during which they talked. And that Andy knew his fair deal about musical instruments and paintings… A lovely guy who seemed to have some bad luck in life.

The procession continued once Juan was gone, and he returned to his spot. Don even took two turns. One near the beginning and one... Maybe two hours later? The first time, he was jovial and even asked Walt' how he felt about the situation. The second time, he grumbled about a bitch.

“A bitch?" moaned Walt', holding onto the bed as he was fucked with his hind legs lifted, his head pressed against the pillow. And even further when Don' gripped his neck to force him to stay down.

“The client's secretary. A bitch," said Don' with his natural gruff voice, his fingers biting Walt's side. “Went to check inside instead of waiting for her boss. Told her no, we had an arrangement."

Walt' maybe an inkling of what it meant… But still, it made him feel weird… And even weirder once he was done, spent, cum coated, stuffed like a patisserie. And hearing faint, shrill cries outside.

“Uh… Will it stop the fun?" asked Walt', feeling Juan's hands passing a wipe against his fur on the backside and lower belly.

“I believe Don' when he says they got something. You… You will focus on the fun and pleasing the employees. Got it?"

“Aye."

And so… Walt' focused on it. He focused and shut down his hearing solely to focus on the men going for a break. Someone even asked him if he was fine cleaning up after a run to the toilet, which… Was an experience for Walt' as he had to service anally and orally. Two dicks at the time, with some letting him taste and try a man's dick after taking a leak. It was… Different, but not so much. Even if the scent of urine was strong to his nose, especially those dehydrated, he licked them…

Of course, having his mouth washed with cum, water, and a mint candy went a longer way.

“Okay, Walt'. Here's the last run. I'll collect the money, but I stay nearby."

“Got it," answered the Cat as he heard the Iguana step away, open the door, and close it. In that moment of pure bliss, Walt' was… Feeling good. Sticky, sweaty, stinky, still biting into one minty candy while he looked at the ceiling.

And heard the door open.

“Walt'. I heard a lot about you," said a suave voice. Low, sophisticated, with the slight tremor that made the Panther's fur bristle from the sexy tone. That guy could have been a radio host, and he would have listened to him.

“Y… Yeah? Hum. Sorry if I can't tell anything with… The blindfold?" he said, pointing to the fabric that had been swapped two times already. And yet, that third one was sticky already.

“No. It's perfectly fine, Walt'. I prefer it that way," continued that man, followed by a faint shuffle. Popped buttons, undone layers. He was taking his time. And then… Here was the man lying, his fur rubbing against Walt's. His breath merely a finger away from the Feline's ears. And his heat… oh. He was all over Walt's chest.

“It's… Phew. A bit different," chuckled Walt, feeling a bit tense as the man's low breath was by his ear. That guy even kept it in check; the Cat's heart was beating and running amok.

“Are you tense?" asked the guy, his lips kissing Walt's ears. Near the skull, atop, first. But the second kiss went along the outer ear.

“Hhah. Naked alone with a man? Kissing me and… being all over me? A bit," chuckled Walt', nervous.

“Fret not. Juan' prepared this for us. He's behind the door."

“Oh… You know Juan?" asked Walt, his brows raising under the blindfold.

“Yes. He told me about you. And I was surprised at first. But when he showed me, I was positively surprised."

Even with the guy's sophisticated voice making his heart flutter, Walt' felt a bit… Weirded out. That guy knew about his identity, but he didn't know that guy? That voice was starting to feel familiar, albeit he couldn't pinpoint where he heard it before.

But at the same time, Juan would never leave him alone without preparing it. In fact, it was starting to feel like a setup. Even more when the guy's bearded mouth descended and kissed the feline's muzzle.

“Do you want me to shut up and get down to business?" suddenly asked the guy, his breath right by the feline's nose. Mint, too. And some wine?

“No. You… Can keep talking," answered Walt, red-faced to the point his cheeks burned. And they burned when the man's body shifted. Those furred hands went on Walt's cock. Demanding, drippy, needy, caged. Yet, the man produced the key that opened it… Freed it until it stood up like a pole. Hard and painful ever since the guy spoke for the first time. His… Voice had a tantalizing nature. Those few and soft rumbles within were… Maybe like a purr?

“But… Do we know each other?" finally asked Walt', heaving while the guy's padded thumb pressed his cocktip. “Your voice… I swear I heard it one day. But I don't know when or where."

“Is it important to you?"

The question was odd, but Walt' reflected upon it. If… the guy didn't want to reveal his name yet, it meant there was a reason. One that could either hurt Walt' or hurt that guy. He thought about it, scratching his temple as he tried to devise a proper answer.

“It's… Not so important," he admitted, trying to plaster a grin on his face.

“I thought so," confirmed the guy as more shuffle and movement occurred. And then, the hand started to masturbate Walt.

Slowly, at first, but it picked up the pace. Faster, quicker, better. The guy knew how to handle a cock, enough to know where to place his padded thumb and to react to any discomfort. Instead of waiting for Walt' to say a thing, he seemed to read him. That spot that was too sensitive? He touched it once and then went away. The cockhead that was sensitive and perfectly so? He touched it, stroked it, and nudged it with all the attention that could be mustered until Walt' felt to be on the edge and bit his lips.

“We're… Ready."

The guy's voice made Walt's ears stand up… Before they dropped when something hot, warm, and slick pressed around his cockhead. Yes… That guy was using Walt's stiff cock like a dildo. His rim pressed and squeezed around the Panther's dick, dragging and pulling down the foreskin. It uncovered the tip, exposing it to the moist, warm, and velvety inside Walt' could sense… The poor Panther moaned, outstretching his neck and gritting his teeth.

“Hhah… Se-Sensitive!" he finally cried, patting twice on the mattress.

He quivered and trembled, but the guy stopped. His asshole released his grip, and the pressure all over Walt's stiff cock eased off.

“… Are you a virgin?"

“Not… really."

The truth was more like he had been trying to fuck someone, but it always ended poorly. People he met through apps were always cockhungry sluts who couldn't get when to stop… he sighed at the thought, letting air escape his lungs. Yes, the pressure on his dick was more bearable. He tapped once. All good.

And the Guy's hips lowered. The pressure was lesser, and so was the rubbing, the teasing, the excitement. Walt' sighed. His body relaxed… He could recline, place his head against the mattress, and breathe.

The movement continued, regular but not pushy. That guy wasn't going for the extreme; he took it slow—extremely slow—enough for Walt' to take long breaths, not tense up, not feel overwhelmed.

And then, when the guy's furry nuts hit the Panther's belly, he lifted with a grunt. A deep, purring grunt that made Walt's heart nearly drop. And the Panther sighed, passing a hand over his face.

“It's… It's fine for you?" he asked as the guy was about to pull away. Only to lower, but not drop. It was inch by inch, always. Carefully.

“What is fine?" was the answer, followed by another grunt as the stiff cock was… Swallowed. The sound of suction was… loud. More than Walt' when he had his ass outstretched and sucking on Don's dick. But the guy's voice remained low, his tone controlled.

“The pace. It's not… Frustrating?" asked Walt', suddenly biting his teeth as the man clenched… He held his breath and tensed. Then, he relaxed, his nape dropping on the mattress again.

“It's… Enough for me," growled the guy again, fighting against his huffs and puffs. Keeping a steady breath wasn't so easy, and his movements were… Just, sluggish at that moment. But he was good at it. He had some experience.

“I'm surprised you're not trying to break my pelvis," said Walt', trying to lighten the mood and offer a poke. But then, the guy exploded into laughter and coughed. His legs nearly dropped, his knees quivered… And that asshole clenched.

“Don't… Don't make me laugh!" he coughed, yet laughing as both sounds intermingled.

“I- I'm sorry!"

“You're- making this harder!" chuckled the guy, his coughing stopping, and so were his movements… For a second, the guy remained there. Next… He lifted. His pelvis, his legs, knees, feet… And Walt' felt a weight drop on the mattress by him, with a gruff.

“What? Is there a problem?"

A surprise for the Panther as he reached for his blindfold, only to have a furred hand stop him. One followed by a kiss on his cheeks.

“If you're making me laugh like this, I can't ride you," coughed the guy, right by the Panther's ears. Even so, with the hoarse voice, his tone was suave and… Still exciting to hear, much to the Panther's dismay.

“I- I'm… Sorry," admitted the Panther again. But then, the guy's hand was on his… Reaching, cupping, leading Walt' towards something stiff, sticky, hard. That guy's cock.

Under the touch, it seemed to be a relatively short cock. Small, definitely impacted by the fupa the man sported. Yet, even without, he wouldn't be reaching past the five inches. Even four. He was small, yet… Yet Walt' stroked it, feeling how the organ was about to burst while its owner huffed.

“Hmm… Go around the back. I'm sensitive, there," ordered the guy, his hand going back to the Panther's dick.

For a moment, Walt's focus was on exploring that strange “client"'s dick, feeling the pulse and the silky skin. No big vein, a cockhead that had next to no presence compared to the most “hung" partners. It was odd, strange. But Walt' stroked it, following the guy's indication until he had two fingers locked behind the cockhead, the thumb wrapped around, and the last two fingers digging into that furry scrotum.

The guy wanted it slow, and slow Walt' moved.

He moved carefully, sometimes scratching the scrotum's skin and sometimes adjusting to the slippery surface that was the precum-coated skin. It was… More intimate than he expected. Way better, too, as he felt the guy's grumbling voice right by his neck… And whispering.

“Tell me… It's a big dick," mumbled the guy, his delicious voice titillating the Panther's heart.

“It's… A massive dick, sir," answered the Panther, gulping as a kiss was offered to his neck.

Then, emboldened, he continued the praise while giving the cockhead a squeeze. “Its bigger than mine, sir."

He moaned, feeling his own cock being squeezed. And his nipples pinched.

“Is that true?" asked the voice, a passionate tone appearing behind.

“Y- Yes, sir," moaned Walt. “It's bigger and better than mine."

“Describe it to me."

“It's… Very thick. With a massive head. I feel the pulse when I touch it. It… It spurts constantly on my hand. It's quite long… Too."

A lie… Yet, as he said it, Walt' felt warmth and excitation. Such talk, he had never told it to the others. They… never had that idea of asking him to describe their dick. Or tease him about his.

“That's right, son. You love my cock," continued the guy with that… Purred son. Oh. Somehow, Walt' knew where he had heard it. At work. But when?

“Yes… It's so good, sir. I… Would love to worship it."

Not a lie this time, as the Panther's cheeks burned and were flushed. His mouth opened and closed as the man pumped faster. His fist closed on Walt's cock and urged him to do so. Their hands closed and stroked, the slick precum prevented the chaffing as they moved faster… Faster. Precum flew, saliva dripped… The mouths joined.

Before long, Walt' humped the hand. And the guy humped his. They groaned, humped, jumped on the mattress until they came. Walt' first, in a high-pitched moan that culminated with his pelvis lifting off the mattress. Then the man, his cry muffled by their kiss when he too came… And dropped instantly. He came in ropes, three before it stopped and instead dripped from his cockhead.

“Thank for this, son," chuckled the sultry man, his mouth going for another kiss. Their lips met, their tongue-tied… And their hands released.

“That's… A pleasure, sir. But… May I ask who you are? If you know me?"

Silence.

For a moment, Walt' imagined the guy was angry at the question: his breath quickened, and the fur bristled under the Panther's touch. A moment. A second. A minute. An hour.

“Don't say my name out loud."

Walt' braced himself for the impact as a finger went for the blindfold. A slight pull and everything was back. The day's dying light, the messy room around. The mattress. The water bottles laying around, surrounded by an army of lube and toys. The dirty blindfolds. His cockcage.

And as he turned his gaze left, he met with… A Polar Bear?

The grizzled man had dropping and tired eyes. His muzzle had some exposed skin. Same skin had lost its shine. Yet, those blue irises were fixed on him. That curled smile exposed the clean teeth. He surely was confident Walt' recognized him. As for Walt'… he raised an eyebrow, glancing at the rest. Big body, he was bigger than Walt'.

“Uh… It's weird… But… We never spoke?" asked Walt', spilling what was on his mind. Much to the Bear's dismay and yet laughter as he passed his paw over his eyes.

“Hah! We never spoke," finally admitted the man as his laughter receded. But he kept watching Walt'… Then frowned, cocked an eyebrow… And then extending a paw.

“You don't recognize me at all?"

“… No?" asked Walt', shyly and afraid of making a gaffe.

“Mayor Thompson?"

“Ohhh!" suddenly said Walt', hitting his palm with his fist. “You were there during the last modern painting exposition! With Charles Rohan! That's where I heard you! Before I got fired."

Walt' then stopped… And laughed, reaching for his nape as he watched the Polar Bear's bewildered expression.

“Hhem… Sorry. I am barely into politics. My boss was a huge fan. He sucked up to you. But I'm… Avoiding all this?" he said, lowering his tone as he joined the hands over his belly, joining his indexes.

“You're… Way more surprising than I expected," simply answered Thompson.

“… Yeah."

Walt' was at a loss for words. Fucking with the Mayor… In a construction site. He… Shook his head, surprised, too.

“Is this common for the Mayor to do… This? In people's place?"

“What do you mean?" asked Thompson, looking at Walt' who twirled his index as if to point the entire room. And house. “Oh! That's my future house!"

Walt's eyes widened… And the Polar Bear seemed satisfied by the answer.

“So… Your assistant who tried to enter was y-"

“She's fired. She's been on my back for too long. That was the final straw," explained the Polar Bear as he smiled, chuckled, and then turned to Walt' with that mischievous attitude.

“This means that I have an open position as an assistant. Someone who's not there for the politics and to get a semblance of clout. But to truly help me."

“Wait!"

Walt' blinked, then shook his head.

“What kind of pillow talk is that? I'm… Only a failing art graduate! Who worked with a museum… Got canned because I insulted my boss when he told me my projects were shit! Who's working two jobs and still has to sell his ass! What's that?" asked Walt', blinking at the Polar Bear. Who chuckled back.

“Yes. That's what Juan warned me about. But… If you no longer have to sell your ass to get by. Would you join my team?"

“Like an escort?"

“It's up to you. But I don't mind hearing your opinion on how Oakridge is run and whether you can improve it. I know you're the one behind the Museum's good exhibitions. You got it running in the black with workshops and attractions. Your last boss was a moron I cannot fire. And… You're good at this. And… And... If someone says " budget, " I'll throw my shoes at them."

“BUDGET!" shouted Juan through the door. In answer, the Polar Bear leaned and grabbed one of his shoes to throw it at the door, followed by the sounds of someone running away.

Next, Thompson sighed and turned to Walt. “It's up to you, Son. But if you want to sell your ass around. I won't stop you. I might need your services, too."