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Duke was far too pleased with himself as he strolled through the park with Ian on his arm. The sun had set and the lamps were lit, giving the whole place a warm vibe. The early spring had set in and the flowers shone in the moonlight. A light breeze rustled through the leaves and alleviated the rising temperature of the night air. Barely anyone was awake and out this time of night, just as Duke had planned. With a leering grin he led Ian deeper into the park and to a building half hidden by trees. The bathrooms were old and nearly forgotten by everyone. Most importantly they were never used for their intended purpose.

The stalls were tall with doors that reached the floor, but boasted large gaps between the walls and the ground. Allowing for understall fun no matter which one you were in. Roughly cut and sanded holes lined with duct tape graced the two endmost stalls on either side of the bathrooms. The walls and floor were stained white in places, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. Numbers and email addresses were scrapped everywhere in vibrant colors of sharpie and paint marker. Spending just a few moments among the depraved setting had the lion throbbing. By the looks of how Ian was squirming, the cat was dealing with a similar problem. With a huge paw on the cat’s back, Duke pushed into the seedy building. In an instant his phone was in his hand and recording as he grinned down at Ian.

“Alright Kitten,” Duke purred, “Showtime.” Ian squirmed in arousal as the camera pinned him to the spot. His paws busied themselves with gripping the hem of his loose shirt. It was far too big for him, having come from Duke’s wardrobe. “Strip for me, Kitten.” Duke commanded. Ian swallowed his nerves and lifted his shirt up, showing his cute belly and plump frame. His tuxedo patterns stood out starkly against the dark backdrop. His shorts were obviously straining against his arousal. But before he could remove them, Duke growled for him to stop. The lion rubbed himself through his pants as he ordered the cat, “Shoes first.” Ian removed his shoes and socks, cringing a little at the cold, sticky, floor. Duke grinned. “Now turn around and drop 'em.”

Ian gulped as he turned to face the wall. Grabbing the hem of his pants and undies, he bent over to pull them down. Exposing his rump to the Lion. Ian’s tail flagged in agitation as his winking hole was exposed to the air. Duke rumbled in approval, setting his phone against the sink to keep recording. He stepped up behind Ian, easily slipping two fingers into the cat and pressing into his sweet spot with purpose. The cat sprung up, his back crashing into Duke’s belly. Duke made sure to turn them so that Ian’s squirming body was in frame. While he continued to finger Ian, the lion reached around to hold his throat. Tilting his head slightly to gain access to the cat’s neck. A rumbling purr traveled through the lion’s chest and into Ian’s back as his neck was assaulted with licks and kisses.

“What a good kitty. Open wide for Daddy.” Duke cooed. With deft paws, the lion placed a fertility pill on his tongue and captured the cat in a kiss. His tongue dominated Ian’s mouth, slipping the pill down the cat’s throat with ease. Duke pulled away, pulling a leash and collar from his back pocket. Ensuring the camera captured it, he latched the collar around Ian’s neck. The lion then scooped up his phone and stopped the recording. Wordlessly he began to lead Ian out of the bathroom. Ian stopped short, nervous beyond all belief.

“D-Daddy I…” Ian shuffled on his feet, erection flagging in front of him despite his obvious nerves. “I don’t…” Duke turned back to him, drawing the cat into a hug. He caressed Ian with gentle touches and shushed him.

“It’s ok, Ian.” Duke purred. “It’s late, most people will be sleeping. And if you’re a good kitty, Daddy will give you a special treat when we get home.” Duke smiled down at Ian, who still wore a nervous expression as he wiggled against the lion’s chest.

“But Daddy…”

“Kitten.” Duke warned sternly, his eyes becoming hard. Ian shrank under his gaze, burying his face in Duke’s mane. Duke’s eyes softened as his purr returned. “Will you be a good kittey for Daddy?” He asked. Ian nodded into his mane. “Good boy.” With that, Duke gently turned Ian to face the bathroom door and led him out by the dangling leash. No matter how nervous Ian was, his dripping member still stood proud and hard.

Duke paraded Ian down the promenade, grinning with pride as he showed off his pet. He blatantly used his phone to film Ian nervously trotting behind him, his leaky dick leaving a faint trail behind him. Duke took full advantage of their surroundings. Having Ian pose along with the scenery for some truly lovely pictures. Sitting with his knees on a bench, his back facing Duke, and a hand pulling his cheek to the side to reveal his stretched out anus. Sitting with his legs spread apart on the rim of the fountain. His leaky cock and plump ass on display. Pictures of him up against a tree, palming his cock and panting. His face was the most delicious shade of red. Some of Duke’s favorites were the one of Ian sitting cutely by the lake, his cock hidden by his thighs and belly, and the one of Ian on his knees begging up at the camera, his mouth loosely clasped around Duke’s bulge through his jeans.

Eventually, Duke planted himself on a park bench, illuminated by a yellow streetlight. He pulled Ian close by the leash, letting out a rumble of pleasure as the cat stumbled against him. Duke reached down to unzip his fly, letting his own sweat covered cock out of the confines of his jeans. He was hard as stone and throbbing. The foreskin pulled taunt against the head. Ian was drawn to it. Almost instinctively. But Duke stopped him before he could touch it, pulling his leash taunt.

“Ah ah, Kitten. Beg.” Duke rumbled. Ian wasted no time. Climbing off of Duke’s lap to settle between his legs. On his hands and knees, his ass on proud display under his flagged tail. Eyes watery and begging as his tongue lolled out of his open mouth. Duke’s powerful musk was intoxicating. It wormed its way into Ian’s mind, driving all thoughts of shame into the darkest, loneliest, corner of his mind. Ian dutifully refused to move until he was given the ok. Not even flinching as potent precum dribbled from Duke’s cock into his waiting mouth.

“Suck.”

The command was powerful. Filled with control and lust. Ian wasted no time, engulfing Duke’s throbbing cock with zealous glee. The musky flavor of lion sweat and precum filled his senses. He nearly went limp as Duke began yanking on his leash. Forcing the cat to the base of his shaft with every tug. Ian’s face was buried in belly fat and soft pubic fur. His throat filled to the brim with throbbing lion meat. Duke was in absolutely no rush. Languidly tugging Ian back into his crotch every time the cat tried to pull away. He’d spent weeks training his boy’s gag reflex. Ensuring that he’d be able to keep Duke’s cock balls deep for hours. That’s exactly what Duke had planned. Bathing Ian’s face in his scent as he kept a firm hold on the leash. Duke sat there for over an hour. Ian on his hands and knees dutifully gulping down precum. While they sat, the lion had popped a production increase capsule, ramping up the amount of pre and cum he could produce. By now Ian’s belly was warm and a little rounder than when they had started. Yet Ian continued to greedily gulp down the lion’s fluids. A puddle of cum was slowly collecting under the cat. His cock jerking and pulsing with orgasm every so often.

Duke smelled it before he heard it. The smell of powerful musk and constant sex. It invaded the air as the bushes right across from the bench rustled. A pair of dark eyes glimmered as a ludicrously large rat emerged from them. He was taller even than Duke, with muscles and a belly to match. An old, ratty, Hawaiian shirt hung from his frame, open at the front revealing his coarse fur. He had a pair of yellowed underwear on, and was languidly stroking his huge cock. It was thick, and dark. The scent of rat musk and sex radiated off of the man. He slowly licked his lips and smirked.

“Ey dere,” the rat greeted, “name’s Lorenzo. Dat bitch free?” He leered at Ian’s plump ass. Ian’s mind was filled with fog. From the constant stream of precum, the mingling smells of Duke and Lorenzo, the tight collar tugging him closer to his Daddy. Duke let a lecherous grin crawl across his face as he rumbled out a purr.

“Sure, why not?” He rumbled. Leaning over and pulling Ian closer as he did. The cat’s head was trapped between the lion’s thighs and belly. Duke purred and cooed at Ian, ensuring that every inch of his cock was locked inside of the cat’s mouth. “Be a good Kitten and raise that pretty tail for Mr. Rat.” He growled. Ian was beyond the capacity to worry or argue. He simply continued to suckled on the lion’s cock and raised his tail high. Duck reached over with his free hand, pulling his loose pucker to the side to show off how stretchy his Ian was. Lorenzo licked his yellowed teeth as he approached. Making rather rude sounds, the rat lobed a wad of spit directly onto Ian’s gaping pucker.

“Let’s fuckin’ do this.” Lorenzo growled. His huge hands grasped the cat’s hips and he shoved his hot member home. Ian cried out in pain or bliss. It was hard to tell, muffled by Duke’s bulk. But he was not given a chance to adjust. Lorenzo began fucking him at a back breaking pace. His throbbing cock diving balls deep into the cat’s rump over and over again. His face still pressed to Duke’s cock base, throat bulging and spasming as he continued to gulp down the lion’s fluids. His now flaccid cock swayed and pulsed occasionally. Painting the ground below the trio stark white. Even soft, the dominant pair were drawing more and more orgasmic bliss from Ian than he thought possible. Then there was the overwhelming smell. The scent of man and sex. It twisted around Ian’s brain and made him want absolutely nothing more than this to never end.

To anyone watching the scene, which Duke was happily recording on his phone, the massive rat’s cock was pilfering Ian in the most complete way. The bulge that appeared with each thrust just below the cat’s distending belly was proof enough of that. The sweat-slick cock abusing Ian’s sweet spot like a jackhammer to concrete. Duke, deciding that the show and smell had gotten to him quite enough, took his own charge. Phone in one hand, and the other holding the leash to Ian’s scalp. The lion began a rough campaign of forcing the cat’s head to bob up and down the length of his glistening dick. All sweat and musk had been polished clean and swallowed by the cat.

With a rough snarl, Duke began to hump up into Ian’s mouth as his hand continued to guide his head. The phone shook slightly as he filmed the Rat’s jiggling belly eclipsing Ian’s rump. Both dominant men openly drooled at the intoxicating warmth and little whispers from below them. Lorenzo grinned open mouthed, tongue lolling to the side, as he fucked into the night. It wasn’t long until Lorenzo’s huge hips gyrated up and pressed firmly into the cat below him. Flooding the cat without warning. The rat snarled and groaned in pleasure as his cock pulsed. Ian’s previously bulging belly ballooned with cum, hiding the bump of the rat’s cock.

“Nice!” Duke exclaimed, shoving Ian’s head down to the base as he too flooded the cat. His cum bulging Ian’s neck lewdly as his special pill ramped up how much cum the lion produced. Ian’s belly filled even more, the pressure and pleasure forcing another orgasm out of him. “Fuck! Good Kitty!” Duke roared. The lion slumped back onto the bench, languidly moving the cat’s head up and down his still throbbing shaft. “You got a few more in you?” Duke asked the sweat drenched rat. Lorenzo grinned, and began an even more brutal pace. Ian cried out around Duke’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through the lion. “Fuck yes!” He cried, tightening his grip on his phone.

Cum sloshed lewdly inside of Ian as the assault on his senses continued. Pleasure wracked his body. The potent smell of cum and sweat invaded the air around them, drowning out everything else. A familiar dalmatian passing nearby caught a whiff of the masculine smell, and was forced to retreat to the bathroom to deal with it. None of the trio even noticed the arrival and departure of the dalmatian, too engrossed in the hunt for pleasure. Cum pooled and poured out around Lorenzo and Duke’s cocks. Staining underwear and jeans alike.

Hours passed, hours filled with grunting, thrusting, and a growing puddle of cum. Hours of trading spots. Of rat and lion cock battling for dominance in the same hole. Potent cum from both filling Ian from both ends. At one point a cat sandwiched between the bellies of the two daddies, their cocks thrusting up into him in time before filling him again and again. By the end of it, Ian was left panting on the thoroughly cum covered bench. His poor belly distended, cum leaking slowly from both ends. His ass glowing red from the force used on it. Duke used Lorenzo’s damp boxers to clean himself, just as the Rat had done, before carefully wiping Ian’s mouth with them. Ian groaned in weak pleasure, burying his face in the damp cloth.

“I think he wants to keep them.” Duke chuckled as he faced the rat. The rat stood proud in his now sweat soaked shirt. The rat simply shrugged, with a lecherous grin on his face.

“Keem em, little slut could use a gag.” Lorenzo replied. Duke offered him a beaming smile as he rifled around in his pocket. Producing a business card and slipping it into Lorenzo’s shirt pocket.

“If you ever want to have more fun.” Duke said, winking. The rat snorted, nodding his approval. He walked over to the cat, rubbing his softening cock on the exhausted cat’s face.

“Yeh, sounds fun.” Lorenzio growled. Crouching down to shove his tongue down the cat’s throat before shoving his cum soaked underwear into Ian’s mouth. He stood and turned to glare at Duke. “But don't be callin’ me fer no child support. Aint gonna pay none a dat fer a loose slut. Any brats ‘er youse guy’s problem.” With that the rat delivered a particularly hard swat to Ian’s abused rump and disappeared into the bushes. Whistling as he went.

Duke checked his phone, now full of amazing pictures and videos of Ian’s performance. It would be light soon, and Duke decided it would be better to get his poor little kitty back home. Hu shoved his own soft cock back into his pants and scooped the cum soaked cat into his arms. Not caring about the thick seed soaking into his shirt. Ian buried his face into Duke’s mane, still suckling the accumulated cum from Lorenzo’s boxers. Duke couldn’t help but coo at his little pet. He happily made his way back to the bathrooms. Finding that a few people had accumulated around a familiar dalmatian, jerking themselves off onto him. Duke huffed in amusement as he gathered up Ian’s discarded clothes and headed towards the car.

“You did so well, Kitten.” Duke purred, dragging his tongue through Ian’s cum-coated hair. He recognized the warm flavor of his own cum, as well as the musky tang of the rat’s. It was a quite nice mix of flavors if he did say so himself. Duke hummed merrily as he strolled to the car with Ian dripping in his arms. Once there, he settled Ian into the back seat, already prepared with soft towels covering the leather. At some point, the cat had fallen asleep. Duke tucked him safely into the back, the still soaked boxers carefully removed from his mouth and placed by his head.

Duke climbed into the driver's seat, flicking on the back seat’s heating. It wasn’t a long trip to the apartments, nor a long walk from his parking spot to the elevators. Finally back in his lavish apartment, Duke ferried Ian to the bathroom for some well deserved care. First, a thorough shower was in order for them both. So, Duke stripped himself of his soiled clothes and dropped every scrap in the laundry, save Lorenzo’s boxers which he stowed in Ian’s toy cabinet. Duke settled Ian into his spot in the shower, setting the water to a soothing warmth. As steam filled the room he quickly washed himself before turning his attention to Ian.

The cat was carefully scrubbed and pampered by the lion. Warm water, gentle caresses, and soap that smelled of herbs and flowers. Duke paid special consideration to Ian’s sore hole. Carefully cleaning the cat out and using his dexterous tongue to soothe the pain. Then, Duke left Ian to the steaming cascade as he dried himself. After lighting the cat’s favorite candles and incense, Duke set about filling up the bath with hot water and herbal soak. Plenty of bubble bath and epsom salt found their way into it too. Once that was done, he fixed a soothing tea and left a hearty sandwich in the fridge for when Ian was a bit more lucid.

“Come on Kitten,” Duke whispered as he returned to the cat. “We’ve got you clean, now let’s get you relaxed.” Duke lifted Ian into his arms, shutting the shower off as he did, and carefully lowered him into the bath. The warm water was balm for Ian’s sore body. The bitter sweet tea brought him back to some lucidity. Ian mewled and nuzzled into Duke’s palm as the lion washed him.

“Now, baby.” Duke purred into the cat’s ear, “I have some food waiting for you, and we can rest and watch something you like. Then you can sleep for as long as you like. And Daddy will get you a special treat for being such a good boy.” Duke nuzzled Ian’s neck as he spoke. Gently rubbing the medicinal water into Ian’s fur was a relaxing loop for them both. The incense smoke and steam mingling in the candlelight to create a calming haze. The scent of sex and musk was chased away by herbs and flowers. Leaving behind nothing but a soothing environment made to chase away the aches.

Before long, Ian was relaxed and clean again. His belly back to normal levels of adorable pudge. Duke lifted him from the tub, and took his time drying the cat. With deft paws, Duke scooped the now overly-fluffy Ian into his arms. Ian was deposited on Duke’s bed, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets. Duke quickly dashed to the kitchen to claim the sandwich and heat up a mug of tomato soup. Once everything was settled on a tray he carried his haul back to Ian, and settled in beside him. Ensuring the cat had access to the food and was awake enough to eat.

Ian was constantly amazed at the vibrant flavors that Duke produced. Even something as simple as a sandwich was a masterpiece. Lettuce, tomato, salmon, cucumber, and a condiment of Duke’s own devising that he refused to tell Ian the secret for. Spices and fresh juices burst on Ian’s tongue. He moaned in bliss as he settled into Duke’s side.

“Remember to drink your soup, Ian.” Duke purred as he flicked on the TV and started searching for one of Ian’s favorites. Ian was enraptured by the intrigue of the Victorian era and the magic of fairies as he lazily sipped his soup and popped the last of his sandwich into his mouth. Duke smiled down at him as the cat gave a content mewl.”Now what would you like for your reward, Kitten?” Duke purred as the first episode came to an end.

“Maybe something sweet?” Ian asked. Duke nodded, putting on the next episode. When Ian’s attention was grabbed once more he placed a kiss on the cat’s head and left the bed.

“Stay right there, baby. I’ll be back soon.” Duke said as he quickly dressed. Ian nodded and Duke was off. Rushing down the hall, from the elevators to the car. He drove to his favorite nearby bakery, ordering two of every pastry. Then, he raced next door to buy Ian some new plushies to cuddle. Then, the most important thing, more fertility pills. After he’d gathered everything he needed, he raced back to the apartment and to Ian’s side. The cat was half asleep when Duke burst in with his shopping bags and a basket chock full of pastries.

“What on earth?” Ian mumbled. He didn’t have much time to react bore several oversized plushies were toppled onto him. Duke quickly undressed once more, hopping onto the bed still holding the basket. Ian yelped as he was shot into the air. He landed half on the lion, who snatched him up purring.

“Something sweet, as requested.” Duke rumbled, offering the basket to Ian. It was packed to the brim with muffins, croissants, danishes, and things that Ian had no name for. The cat stared at it wide eyed before snorting a laugh into Duke’s shoulder. The pair took the rest of the day, watching Ian’s favorite shows and munching on pastries. After the mind numbing pleasure of the night, and the blissful comfort now, Ian truly had never felt so content. Duke glanced over as another episode finished to find the cat purring quietly in his sleep.

Doing his best not to disturb the cat, Duke decided to take some initiative. He swiped his phone from the nightstand, and while cradling Ian to his chest began to search for what he needed. He groaned in sudden pleasure as Ian latched onto his nipple in his sleep. Drinking down his potent milk as he snuggled closer. Duke knew his milk was absolutely delicious to the cat. He was more than used to Ian drinking from him in his sleep. Duke ignored his renewed arousal as he continued adding things to his cart. Candles, chocolates, and boxes upon boxes of pregnancy tests.