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With the tight choker around his neck, he almost felt pride by the little weight attached to his neck. Heavy, dangling, steamy, warm, musky. They were tokens of his work and the quality of it. With each flap against his fur, he felt better and more excited. His body… No. His entire mind appreciated the sensation as they hit and smacked, even going so far as to nudge the bulging throat but never hindering him.

“Hrmph! What a good throat! Here! Have it, slut!” groaned a voice, low and heavy. It could be a driver, a policeman, a mere drunkard, or a criminal. Sliver didn’t care. It could be anyone or anything, though they were mainly mutants; he wouldn’t lift a finger against them. He had better to do. Better actions. Something better to focus on: his movement.

Back and forth went his throat and neck, moving at a sudden and regular pace. His muzzle nearly smacked against the drywall, but not yet. His throat clenched but without any gag reflex. His jaw open but not too much so to provide pleasure. And the condoms… The stuffed condoms were all around his neck, dangling from their hooks. They were so warm and heavy that he was almost thirsting for them, although he already had something in his mouth.

Yet, he felt frustrated as his tongue couldn’t graze the delicate perfume, sense the skin aroma, or enjoy the full spectrum of fluids on his tongue. A frustration he bore with an exemplary dedication. To a fault, even. Yet, even that unsatisfied lust wasn’t pushing him away from the task at hand. He might be frustrated, but his head bobbed back and forth all the same in an attempt to milk the man behind until he would be satisfied… Until his condom would fill up with so much cum it would form a ball at the tip. One ball, one swollen and round bulging condom he would have to welcome in his throat and keep it there.

One moment that drew near, close, when the man’s respiration accelerated. His throbbing could still be felt, his pulse accelerating and accentuating. Sliver anticipated it while his movements quickened. It would be the last, the last client, the last one he would have to satisfy. His eyes rolled, his throat clenched, his hands went over the dildo firmly lodged within his ass, his tail even wagged. Lust. Desire. He welcomed both as he heard the man try to keep it quiet, his huffy breath betraying his attempt to keep it together.

But it wouldn’t be enough.

He came. The man came with a low growl, and Sliver felt the condom fill up. His hands went over the man’s cock as he held on the base, right above the condom’s rim. And… The man pulled away. The man pulled, but the firm grip Sliver had forced the plastic to stay and… With a gargle, he sensed the heavy balloon bulge within his throat, stuffed to a brim, to the point he had to pinch the tip to avoid any spill as he turned. As he faced the Rhinoceros, looking back at him with a smile.

Nothing was said. Their respirations were mostly silent: the rhinoceros controlled, whereas Sliver’s was a trickle of air. Half-way choking, he still kept his mouth open and the condom weighing on his uvula. It was the limit; it could nearly drop inside and… Spill all over, except for two fingers.

“You did great, Splinter,” said the Rhinoceros with a thick Russian accent, his leathery and golden hands reaching for the condom before he pulled on it. A ritual the two followed as Sliver observed the Rhinoceros hands dance to tie the condom up. The Rhinoceros used to be a human, one of Shredder’s goons. But betrayed and exposed to the mutagen, he had changed, and in those days, he had the moniker of Rocksteady. Steady… It fitted him, as did his attitude and calm outlook. As remnants of his former life, his knuckles were coated with gold, akin to an American fist. But he didn’t use them on Sliver. Not when they were together, not when they were there for a private meeting.

“You are a good slut Rat,” continued Rocksteady, holding the heavy condom up before he attached it to the choker, adding the last one to the lot until it was impossible to see the Rat’s neck underneath the pink, yellow, and other colored condoms.

“Thank you, Sir,” answered Sliver with the lowering head. Only to have his chin gripped by Rocksteady, forced to keep that muzzle up. He watched the Rhinoceros’ blue eyes, the jagged horns… Then, those thick lips led Sliver onward onto a kiss. One forceful French kiss where the Rhinoceros’ tongue had the power and the strength over Sliver’s. One invasive display of love that left Sliver bereft of breath the moment that wide tongue finally pulled away from the throat, with some throat slime and slobber all over it… And between them.

“What do you think, Splinter? Have you been a good boy tonight? You made me gain enough money?”

The question was tricky. To Rocksteady, enough didn’t exist. If there was a limit to his greed, nobody had found it. Yet, Sliver knew him. It wasn’t the only Rocksteady he had met before. And that one was no different.

“No. I did my best. Maybe we’d do more by bringing more clients,” he said while rolling his hips a bit and… Using the enormous horse-sized dildo as a support. His ass was a wreck, and he wouldn’t do any training with his sons for the next few days. Which was lucky his counterpart, Splinter, would happily take the reins if it meant another date with Leatherhead. It seemed laying eggs had improved the stoic Rat’s mood. Except the night after, when he nearly beat Sliver up.

Rocksteady didn’t answer the affirmation for a moment… Then, he led Sliver into another kiss, his tongue forcing the Rat to open his mouth up while he bent… And pressed on Sliver’s shoulders. There, he forced Sliver to lower himself, to impale his ass. Inch after inch, the dildo pressured those inner walls until muffled moans escaped the Rat. Until he had to spread his legs further and then… Sit.

Sit on the ground, sit on the dildo that crushed his prostate. Sit and cum his brains out while barely a trickle of air reached his lungs and, furthermore, his brain. Sliver’s thoughts were cloudy, but he felt satisfied and happy. He smiled, he smiled stupidly while spew and spew of warm hot cum landed near the toilet Rocksteady had been using as a seat… Even landing on the man’s large flat feet…

Sliver was… Happy. Satisfied of course. But he also needed more; he was thirsty, hungry, and needy to gulp down Rocksteady’s saliva as it dropped into his stomach. And lusting for more… More as those flat feet were lifted and approached his swollen testicles, still pulled up back the tight cockcage he wore. A foot that was… Heavy, dirty… But also a threat as it was all over Sliver’s scrotum, only a movement away from crushing his testicles to a pulp.

“Good slut. Yes,” finally said Rocksteady with an approving nod as he wiped a phone out of his pockets and opened it.

“Go on. Have your first meal. You deserve it,” said the Russian mutant with a smile as he pointed the camera at Sliver and… He took a photo. Then another. Then, one more time, Sliver smiled at him and made the peace sign. Then twice.

“Yes. Good whore. You must be proud of yourself!”

Sliver didn’t answer. His belly bulged from the enormous dildo firmly plunged within his ass, his cheeks surely covered with lubricant and tally marks Rocksteady was eager to add. His cock strained within the steel… His body was entirely afire from the cocktail of excitation. But he focused.

His fingers, deft and rapid, were eager to undo the leather belt the Rhinoceros wore to keep his military cargo pants on. One buckle undone, then the second, Sliver had his glabrous digits dancing over the steel until he yanked the belt off and… Started to pull the pants down. Just a bit. Not enough to uncover Rocksteady’s ass. But to unveil the white underwear below. White, coated with sweat… And smelling of a potent aroma Sliver didn’t tire off. Not even as his nose dived against the fabric and took a long, deep whiff.

One long enough, he felt light-headed… And slobbery.

“Keep working,” encouraged Rocksteady with his phone, pointing at Sliver. Surely, he was taking more photos or even recording it for his own pleasure.

“Of course, Sir,” answered Sliver with a sly smile. He even showed his teeth as he gripped the brief’s waistband and pulled it down. Down… Down until the gray and leathery groin was revealed, as well as the musky folds, the throbbing length, and the profuse scrotum.

With a sigh, Sliver observed everything appear, to sprung to realization… And had that massive, enormous, herculean cock hit him across the face, landing between his eyes. He watched it while his nose was right between the scrotum and the cock’s base, making each inhalation turn into an addictive shot for the musk-driven Rat. He took more whiffs, only to hear a chuckle from Rocksteady.

“Such a good Rat whore. Tell the camera and your fans what you love.”

Interrupted, Sliver looked at the phone hiding Rocksteady’s face… Then the massive cock. He glanced at the bulbous tip, the wider corona, the slightly thinner body… He reached for the veins he stroked for a moment as he searched for an answer. One he found as he unhooked one of the condoms he had collected over the night.

Maybe it was hasty, but Rocksteady would pardon him… he hoped.

He unhooked and quickly cut through the condom before he started to slather the steamy warm cum, of a mutant if Sliver remembered well, over Rocksteady’s shaft. He slathered it, but not too much for it to have it drip all over. Just enough to coat the dark-gray cock with a hint of white before he looked at the camera.

“I love my thick Russian mutant sausage with cream. It’s the best,” he said with a hint of a cheesy line. Still, he opened his mouth wide… And ushered that cock in.

The sheer weight pressed within, pressing the tongue down and the palate up.

But what caught Sliver’s mind was the sheer aroma smeared all over his palate and the delight he felt. The flavor was unique, rich, and intense. It had the touches of salt and urea, of sweat adding up to the leathery skin’s folds. But also the cum, from that condom, Sliver had smeared all over. His eyes closed while he swallowed and ushered more of that length within. The fat cocktip rubbed all over the spots and teased the entire mouth. But Sliver continued, feeling its wide corona rub his uvula, and with it came his own saliva backing up in his mouth. Saliva in such an ample amount, the cock almost rested in a pool, suffusing its aroma as much as having it offered to the rubbed tongue.

He closed his eyes as the air turned again into a trickle, his lungs clenching but his mind at rest. His heartbeat was regular, his mind given air, his body relaxed. Even when one broad and leathery hand reached for his head, the palm between the ears, and forced Sliver to gulp the whole length down. A sudden movement was followed by a gargling noise from the Rat, but nothing more.

Recrimination? None.

Instead, that mouth. No, that throat clenched around the length. His esophagus, so used to penetration by now, pulled on the length to retain it, to massage it, to squeeze it down and further. But it didn’t stop him. It didn’t, as Rocksteady’s full mast was fully inserted within. It didn’t as the Rhinoceros’ sweaty groin hit Sliver’s noise again and again, no different from that nutsack hitting his chin and smearing the fur.

But it was good. It felt good for Sliver, as his nose was right by the source of that strong smell. Even with only a trickle of air going in, it was enough to suffuse the rough perfume through the rat’s nose, to tickle the receptors in there. Soon, his eyes rolled, and a gargled moan escaped his crushed throat, nothing of a complaint.

Then, came the pull. The Rhino’s mighty hand gripped Sliver’s head. It was a rough grip, a potent one. One that would easily crush his skull. But again, it didn’t. And so, pulled away was Sliver’s head. Spit, throat slime, a tear streaking. Those fluids followed the pull, and so did Sliver’s kiss on the cocktip. A tender kiss with his lips meeting with the shaft and his tongue licking the slime-covered corona, even going over the folds, titillating the extensive skin. He breathed it in again, only to squirm.

The foot pressed harder, his testicles… Burned. Were hit.

“Good whore. Tell me what you prefer with Russian Sausage. Tell the camera why you’re such a slut,” Rocksteady started by reaching for another hooked condom. One he opened with his teeth before he slathered it all over his length, applying that semen all over his shaft… Before he poured what remained, more than three-thirds, into Sliver’s open mouth.

Another tangy aroma, that one a tad more intense. Or maybe it was his tongue getting accustomed to semen’s details… His favorite meal, although he couldn’t get it from anyone else. Rocksteady was… Such an help in this, such a good man for a cock whore like him.

In so, Sliver suckled on the cum-coated glans before he gave that tip a flick… And smiled at the camera, at the phone.

“’Cause it’s Daddy’s sausage. And I’m Splinter, Daddy’s favorite cumslut,” said Sliver with a grin. A perverted one. Maybe his counterpart would find those videos one day. But he hadn’t yet. And wouldn’t. Unless with a nudge.

“That’s right. And what my favorite Cumslut gets if she works well?”

“Your cum, Daddy.”

Rocksteady’s cum. Maybe it was a mutation, but his semen was… Merely thinking about it made Sliver’s tail wag and his body shiver. Maybe… he should get Splinter hooked on it, too. He wouldn’t be so opposed to sharing a boyfriend. Plus, he was the one who could lay eggs now. What a lucky bastard.

Sliver’s train of thought stopped when Rocksteady’s firm hand was back on his head and gripped him. That man was powerful; fighting him would be like fighting a bus. But at the same time, feeling that strength that could crush his head or balls all the same, Sliver… Loved it. He loved that man and how he used him and treated him.

How he had that firm cock lodged in his throat and forced to endure the brutal back and forth. His eyes rolled from the sensation of having his vocal cords crushed. The blinking neon light above was nigh blinding, but he focused on it as much as keeping his heartbeat steady, his lungs full, his mind afresh. And yes… His cock soft, or the cage’s strain would be another pain.

He didn’t ignore, however, the pull on his head. The strain in his stiff neck as he had the Rhinoceros force that terrible pace. Back and forth went the mouth, firmly closed and sucking in the air; up and down went that cocktip within Sliver’s esophagus.

A pace driven by the balls hitting and smacking, nearly splitting Sliver’s chin from their weight and applied strength.

He gargled some noise but didn’t move away. And he didn’t move when Rocksteady decided to increase the tempo. Not that he could force it by fucking Sliver’s slobbering mouth faster. The Rat was certain he had the most fucked-up face-fucked expression in that side of New York. However… Rocksteady had pulled another condom. And like lube, he slathered all over his cock, emptying it so slowly while Sliver drank it all, drop after drop.

One condom. Then another. And another. And another.

The condoms were disappearing from his choker, given to the cock that force-fed cum and had the Rat’s belly swell. Not only from the cum, as this was a slow progress. But mainly from Rocksteady's dripping and profuse cock. Precum. It was all precum that made Sliver’s belly bulge and swell, weight on his guts, and guide him to stroke the skin… To feel the churning growing louder and hotter within.

Then… Almost at the apex, at the moment the last condom was opened… Sliver was released.

A wet pop escaped his mouth when the throbbing cockhead was removed. But instead of sighing with satisfaction, the Rat outstretched his neck and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue when Rocksteady crushed the condom. Cum and plastic flew all over the place, all over Sliver’s head. His brown and black fur was smeared, almost gaining a white tint. His beard was all sticky against his lips, and he would reek of a man’s musk. Of multiple men’s musk. One meddle he caught with his nose.

But he smiled… he smiled at Rocksteady, who smiled back at him. At the camera.

“So. What’s your favorite sauce, Splinter. Daddy’s sauce or someone else’s?”

A dumb question… One so silly the Rat’s grin grew wider… Even when that foot was nearly crushing his nuts. They were at the limit, they would be sore for the rest of the day. But it felt so good to be at the edge, likewise to feeling the equivalent of Rocksteady’s cock being firmly wedged into him. That dildo had been a good investment.

“Yours, of course,” complimented Sliver as he leaned and gripped the cock, rubbing it all over his furry and stinky face while adding a kiss to the throbbing length down to the Rhinoceros’ groin. It was akin to kissing the prostate below.

“It’s better? Are you happy Daddy takes care of you?”

“Yes,” answered Sliver, lovingly licking any fluid that might have landed on that fat groin. He had his tongue dancing over the taut skin. “You’re such a good Daddy.”

“And you’re happier with your puny toy in cage.”

There… The foot’s pressure was released. Without going with a script, Sliver knew what to do as he straightened his back and even arched it while lifting his thigh. He presented his caged genitals: from his swollen testicles, churning and throbbing with pain, to his caged cock dripping with fluids.

“Yes. It looks much better. I’m so hungry, Daddy. Can I have it?”

He asked it without a hint of shame and regret. Instead, Sliver opened his mouth wide. He presented his glistening teeth and lapping tongue. He opened it until the back of his throat could be seen and recorded by the phone. And waited.

Less than one second.

It was as if he had managed to open it up on the right instant as Rocksteady suddenly groaned. Through his control alone, the large Rhinoceros mutant suddenly ejaculated and blasted Sliver’s face.

Ropes and ropes of cum flew through the air, above the Rat, and then on him. More landed inside his mouth, plastering that tongue with all that musky and delicious fluids. Some got swallowed, through the tongue coaxing and the throat’s contraction. And more again landed on Sliver’s body and fur, covering the brown coat with white touches. A sudden assault that made Sliver relish and tremble, his mind at ease and… Excited. Excited enough for his cock to hurt in the cage and for his own cum to pour from his caged dick. He… He came hands-free, again, without even going any further than to have his prostate nudged. But he loved it nonetheless as the ejaculations receded.

And he started to lick himself: his lips, his muzzle, his chin. All that good semen was over him, forcing his right eye to remain close while the other focused on the camera. And Rocksteady’s smile behind.

“Good job, whore. You’re talented at this,” said Rocksteady. His voice remained rough, but he seemed quite satisfied as he pulled the phone away, hiding it.

“Thank you… That was a good shot,” said Sliver with a hint of a chuckle, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick them… Before his eyes set on Rocksteady’s half-hard chub, watching it throb… And leak cum, again. Those testicles, as Sliver grabbed them, were still full, and that cock kept pushing more of it like a leaking faucet.

“There will be more. I’m keeping them for me when I can’t have you, slut,” said Rocksteady though he didn’t move when Sliver’s tongue played with the urethra and licked it. Enough to have the orifice tingle, but no further.

“We’ll make up for it,” answered Sliver as he started to stand up while pulling on the dildo. He groaned… Moaned, but as the dildo slipped and lubricant dropped on the ground… The old Rat shivered. His cock spurted some more. But he didn’t stop until his asshole was let free… And he approached Rocksteady.

He leaned forward and kissed the Russian criminal while halfway climbing his thighs. Their tongues met, Rocksteady’s rough breath hitting Sliver’s nose with the aroma of vodka and other dubious meals. But it didn’t stop the Rat from climbing and… Adjusting his posture, having his fingers dance over Rocksteady’s leathery cock. He sighed, feeling its warmth as blood rushed back to it.

“You’re always saying this,” said Rocksteady, his blue eyes fixated on Sliver as he pulled back… Smiling and… Turning away, presenting his back to the Rhinoceros.

“And I lied?”

Instead of an answer, Rocksteady’s hands moved in unison with Sliver. One went over the Rat’s right shoulder, helping him and steadying him. With such strength, it was easy to help the lean Rat to get into position… To have him almost crouch on the Rhino’s crotch and… To have that stretchy, ruined, glazed-over asshole suck on that cock like a famished beast. It held, it firmly squeezed. But more than that, it stroked the entire length as it was ushered in… With many moans and whispers.

“Hrmph… I missed this, Daddy,” moaned the Rat as he opened his left hand with his palm up… And received Rocksteady’s phone.

With a glance, Sliver confirmed the camera was back on, in photo mode. He smiled and grinned even as he leaned against his lover. His belly bulged and hurt from the massive penetration. His cock was again rock hard under the steel, bit by the cage and the straps. His asshole burned from the brutal and rough stretching.

But he smiled… And so did Rocksteady as he took their photos with his tail, managing to get them together: Slut and Daddy, Rocksteady and “Splinter” in one perverse posture.

With his hands over Sliver’s thighs to keep him, the Rhino happily nibbled on the Rat’s left ear while glancing at the camera.

“Hrmph. I don’t know why you asked for my phone,” asked Rocksteady while Sliver typed a message on the phone. He had to scratch his head to remember Splinter’s phone number he had nabbed from Donatello. It would be…

“It’s… Something for me. So I remember what I get when you’re around, Daddy,” explained Sliver as he finished his message and hit send.

Somewhere, Splinter’s phone would be buzzing with a newly received message with the sole mention: “Too bad you can’t be here”. That… And a photo of the strange couple.

But by the time he would react, once out of his binds, no longer cumming from the fake buzzing egg in his ass, the couple would be done.

Tonight, Sliver intended to make up for the time he hadn’t spent with his Daddy… Even if it meant no longer sitting on a chair for a few days… And to be stuffed like a Turkey.

“Next time, I’ll have them use your ass too. I have clients who would love to try your ass, Splinter.”

“Anything you want, Daddy. I’m yours.”