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"Mom?"

A young, brown-furred feline moved through the bustling crowd of finely dressed men and women. He was making his way around the market square amongst the crowd, his eyes frantically darting left and right. His eyes scanned the face sof the felines he saw, getting more and more distressed the more he didn't recognise them. The square was thronged with people, each one tightly packed to one-another in an effort to buy luxury goods and off-brand wares from the various market stalls, whilst they still had time.

"Mom! Mom, where are you?"

The 9 year old feline slowed to a stop amongst the crowd, the faces of passersby occasionally glancing down to his distressed face, and quickly averting their gaze. The young cat was dressed in working-class clothes: a dirty shirt was pressed against his chest, fastened in by a set of light blue dungarees that stretched all the way down to his ankles. He had shoes, of course, but lacked the socks to machine the boots over his feet. He ran a hand over his cheek and wiped a tear from his face.

Luckily for the young kitten, someone had been watching, and finally came to his aid. As the boy scanned over the crowd of people, a large figure obscured his vision, causing him to crane his head up towards the person standing in front of him. A pair of wild, crazy eyes stared down at him with the most manic grin the boy had ever seen. The young feline slowly blinked and his lip quivered from the penetrating gaze. The taller feline placed his cream and grey-furred hands on his own hips.

"What do we have here? You lost, kid? Oh, what am I saying, of course you are! Crying for your Momma, looking for her left and right. Why, you must be positively frightened!"

The kid shakily nodded. If it wasn't bad enough, the enigmatic feline with the rather complex fur pattern was making it even worth, leaving him feeling a little overwhelmed and confused. The feline spoke with an air of grace, as if he were reading from poetry, but he spoke too quickly and was far too animated to be a writer. The young kitten knew better than to talk to strangers, but this was surely extenuating circumstances.

"U-Um. Yes, my momma. We were in the market, and sh--"

"And she's gone!" The cat cut over him, with the same animated demeanour that left the young cat a little startled. The feline brung a hand to his face, pressing the top of his head against his forehead, mimicking a swoon.

"We'll find her, kid. What's your name?" He quickly squatted down to the felines left, and the kid could get a better look at him. He was dressed as most adults his should be, at least: he had on a dapper striped shirt, as well as a pair of long trousers with suspenders, and what looked to be fancy shoes, too. He seemed like a nice enough man, if perhaps a little over the top.

"Charles. But my Momma calls me Charlie." A small stretched across the boy's lips, and he was beginning to feel a little more at ease. The other cat raised himself back up again and outstretched a hand, displaying the cream-coloured palm.

"Charlie. What a great name for a kid!" The tall feline assured him with a wide, toothy grin. "I'm Rocky. Why don't you stop with me tonight? Get you some dinner, food in your belly, get some rest. Then we can stop by the police station tomorrow, find your Momma."

Charlie furrowed his brow and he turned his head to scan across the crowd, wondering if this was a good idea. There was always reports of strangers doing...strange things a lot of the time. He'd heard of bombs and things on the news, to farms specifically. He squinted up at the cat, who held up his hands in surrender, his smile fading.

"Dunno 'bout you, kid, but the Police station looks a little busy." He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the station, and the cub peered through the throng of people towards the far end of the square. Sure enough, the Police station sat there, with a number of cars parked out front, and various people arguing at the front. It didn't take long to turn into a fistfight, either. He wrinkled his nose.

"...Okay." He held out his hand and the feline gently took the kid's hand in his own. It was warm and inviting. Surely the man couldn't be so bad. After all, he was the only one who'd paid attention to him! With that, the two of them walked, making their way through the the crowd and towards the main road, where they passed all manner of shops. They passed by an open bar and the boy stared up at large sign on the door, stating it was closed. Since the ban on alcohol, no-one had really had need for places like bars any-more. It had been 7 years since the bill and people were the same as ever.

They moved from the busy main streets to the more secluded residential areas of St. Louis. They didn't have far to walk: the larger feline paused outside a large apartment complex and slipped some keys out of his pocket, pressing a buzzer next to a label that read 'Rocky Rickaby'.

The pair of them ascended a number of steps, before they stopped outside a plain, mahogany door with the number '205' on the front. The feline slipped a key into the lock, and fumbled with it for a moment, before the door swung open.

The interior of the small apartment was relatively bare: apart from a small round table in the corner, along with a Radio against the wall on a small table and a couch sitting opposite, the place was more or less bare. There were no pictures, not even a painting on the wall. Two doors were on either side of room, which he guessed to be the bedrooms or the kitchen respectively. What caught his eye the most was the wide-eyed look of an orange-coloured feline that lounged on the couch, reading a book. The other feline's eyes darted from Rocky, to Charlie, and back again. He slowly got to his feet as Rocky crossed the room, letting go of the child's hand.

"Freckle, this is Charlie. Charlie, Freckle." Rocky grinned happily as he gestured between the two. There was a moment of silent and Rocky continued to gestured with the same manic grin, from Freckle, to Charlie, and back again. Charlie glanced between the two with an aura of confusement, and watched as the Orange-coloured feline, Freckle, visibly soured. Freckle put a hand on Rocky's shoulder and dragged him by the shirt into the doorway to the left, that left into a long hallway. Charlie wasn't quite sure what to do, and moved towards the couch to take a seat.

"You brought a child here? What the hell are you thinking, Rocky?" Freckle hissed, being the voice of reason between the two of them, though Rocky's smile didn't fade, his hands on his hips triumphantly. Between the two, Freckle was considerably shorter, looking more like a 15 year old than someone who was 18.

"Relax, Freckle! We're just gonna have a bit of fun with him, he's a cute kid. Poor guy lost his Momma." Rocky assured him, and Freckle's heart skipped a beat.

"W-What?!" He whispered harshly under his breath as Rocky gave him his unwavering grin. "You're going to...? And the police might be looking for him still, you know!"

Freckle was freaking out a little, and Rocky raised a hand, clasping the Feline's shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"You trust me, don't you Freckle?" He grinned toothily at the smaller feline, and the ginger cat wavered, his lips quivering as he tried to think of a good argument to that. Of course he trusted Rocky, but there were certain things that might be overstepping the line.

"Need I remind you of that playing card in your hat, huh? You and I...we've probably done a lot worse than this. I know I have." Rocky put a hand to his chin as he reminisced, before he discarded the thought and brung himself back to the situation at hand. Freckle looked to be seeing clarity now, his expression souring when he was reminded ofthe 3 of Clubs that sat in his hat for one particular reason. Admittedly, he probably did sound a little hypocritical to some.

"Look, we have our fun...you join in..." Rocky continued as his other hand slowly began to lower, and Freckle tensed as he felt the fingers dragging up his hip. "We sleep on it, take him home in the morning. Not so hard, right?"

"But...his Mother could have already got the police searching for him." Freckle pointed out, his breatch hitching in his throat as Rocky's mouth raised up to his ear, gently biting the tip. The smaller feline quivered against his touch as the fingers dug into his shoulder, melting his muscles away. Figuratively, that is.

"The police are busy. I guarantee you she'll stay in St. Louis overnight and then come sobbing for her kid tomorrow. I'd bet my life on it!" Despite his enigmatic personality, he was keeping his voice to a minimum, his voice dipping an octave into a low, sultry tone. Freckle reacted to it with a few hot, heavy breaths.

"So just join in and we'll be fine." Rocky repeated, and after a brief moment of silence, Freckle slowly nodded, agreeing to it. Rocky grinned to himself and quickly pulled himself back, his eyes glancing down Freckle's form to his crotch. He reached down with a hand and flicked the end of Freckle's sudden, prominent bulge, causing the cat to briefly wince.

"Well, you're all prepped!" He seemed pretty chuffed at that, and stepped out from the hallway into the living room. Charlie was sitting obediently on the couch and grinned up at Rocky as he came into the room, with Freckle slowly taking up the rear, attempting to hide the rather obvious bulge in his trousers. Charlie thankfully didn't notice it and looked between the two of them with a quizzical gaze.

"So, Charlie," Rocky began, shifting to take a seat next to the young boy and putting an arm around him. "What do you like to do, hm? When you're at home?"

"My Momma gets me to work the farm, sir," The kid began, glancing up at Freckle, who moved to stand in front of him. "We till the fields and feed the pigs and sheep."

"Sounds like a lot of work for a little kid. Wouldn't you want to do something more fun? Something that could capture you imagination in the blink of an eye, to hold onto forever?" Rocky asked, making a gestured as he spoke as if he were gesturing to the stars. Freckle rolled his eyes.

"M...Maybe...?" Charlie didn't quite understand that he meant, but he did make it sound rather magical. The young boy was very quickly becoming enthralled in the feline's enigmatic personality and was slowly starting to look up to him like a messiah, or perhaps just a run role model. He hadn't even noticed Rocky's finger pop the right-hand button on his Dungarees.

"Well, we can give it to you. If you'll let us! You have to say you want it, or else we can't." Rocky insisted with a wide grin, and Freckle shifted to get on his knees in front of the young boy. Charlie frantically nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. Once he had nodded his head, the older feline popped the other button on his dungarees, and Charlie started to notice. His eyes flicked down to his lap, realising his dungarees had fallen completely, exposing his T-Shirt and the grubby hem at the bottom, slightly dirtied with mud. Freckle was taking off his shoes, and the cub shifted, looking a little bewildered.

"What're you doing?" He asked quietly as a hand snuck along his leg, and he snapped his gaze to it, realising it was Rocky's own. He shifted uncomfortably as the hand snuck around his inner thigh and pressed down against his crotch. He felt the warmth of a mouth against his neck, making him squirm. He felt his cheeks burning, but he didn't know if he was embarrassed or upset. A tingling feeling spread throughout his crotch that made his small toes curl.

"You like that?" Rocky asked quietly in the same, low-octave tone he used on Freckle earlier. Charlie gulped significantly and slowly nodded, which coaxed the older felines to press further. The mouth slipped from his neck and pushed down on the Dungarees. Two hands went under each armpit and hoisted him up, briefly, slipping the pants over his rump and down to his ankles. He watched as Freckle slipped them from his body and tossed them to the side, revealing the young boy's underwear. He wore a tight little pair of briefs that covered his small package. A hand snuck under his slightly messy T-Shirt and pulled it over his head, discarding that as well.

As they undressed him, the two older cats were beginning to shed themselves of their own clothes, too. The ginger cat parted his shirt and unclipped his suspenders, letting his trousers slack around his hips. Rocky was doing more or less the same, but with a little more speed, already leaving his shirt to the side. Charlie sat in his underwear as the hands roamed and touched his body, making him tingle all over.

"I feel funny." The boy complained, but Rocky put his mind at ease rather quickly. A hand trailed along his inner thigh against and stroked along his oddly smooth skin, before tucking around the waistband of his underwear, slipping them over his rump and shimmying them down his hips. He exposed the young boy's predicament: a twitching, humandoid erection, barely 3 inches in length, pulsed between his legs atop a small set of balls. Charlie let out a shaky exhale and looked a little panicked.

"Shhh, it's meant to do that. See?" Rocky held the little member between his thumb and forefinger as Freckle sat back and watch. Slowly, Rocky dragged his hands down, taking a portion of the boy's flesh with him. They slid over the length down to the base, and back up again. Charlie let out quiet groans, feeling a sickly sweet pleasure warming his body and making him quietly squirm against the older, grey-furred feline, a smile beginning to spread across his face.

"See? Easy. It feels nice, right?" Rocky queried, and Charlie was quick to nod, holding onto Rocky's forearm as it pulled away, trying to bring him back. "Alright, Freckle, have at it."

The withdrawing hand instead moved towards Freckle's head, and finger cat's eyes widening as Rocky put a hand atop his head. After a brief pause and a wide grin, Rocky forced his cousin's head down against Charlie's crotch, and Freckle realised what it was his cousin wanted to do. Slowly, Freckle opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, pressing it against the underside of the boy's member and firmly dragging upwards.

"W-Woah." Charlie mumbled, feeling a sharp tingle spreading across his crotch and shooting violently up his spine like a firework. He kept his hand firmly on Rocky's forearm, tightening his grip as he felt the pleasure intensifying in his body, originating from the twitching little member. Freckle's fleshy appendage was incredibly warm and silky, covered in spittle that made for easy movements. He dragged his tongue up and down and Charlie's breathing grew more and more shallow, squirming and writhing against the appendage slathering around his little dick.

Rocky slowly lowered his head and wanted to join in on and fun too, but took a slightly different angle. His mouth dragged along the young feline's chest as he circled around the boy's left nipple. After a moment of teasing and caressing, his lips finally planted themselves over the nub of his nipple. Charlie quivered beneath the older felines, his thighs squeezing around Freckle's head as the ginger cat slipped the head of the young kid's member into his mouth. His tongue rolled around the small head and made the feline tremble with pleasure, his breathing shaky. The pleasure from two angles was a little overwhelming for his small body, his toes curling and his mouth letting out tiny whimpers of pleasure.

"H-Hnn, hnn...!" The cat's soft huffs and groans of exquisite ecstasy became more and more fervent and his body tensed and his legs quivered. Rocky knew he was close, and reached a hand up to stroke along the boy's other nipple, pinching the small nub as Freckle bowed his head low, feeling the small dick pulsing and throbbing against his tongue. It didn't take the boy long: after a few moments, he let out a shaky breath, followed by a number of hot, heavy groans as he orgasmed. Tiny dribbles of fluid leaked from the end of his member as his cock convulsed, twitching and pulsing inside Freckle's mouth, and the ginger cat reached up to stroke the boy's hips, soothing him as he suckled his tongue up and down the length. The whimpers stopped as soon as they arrived, and his breathing slowed slightly as his orgasm faded, leaving him in a grinning stupor, the humming feeling of his orgasm sweeping through his body like a euphoric symphony.

"Good lad! You didn't last long: you don't always want to take forever." Rocky seemed rather pleased, pulling his head back as he began to get to his feet. The two older felines still had their trousers on, but were finally beginning to slip out of their garments as the young cat took a moment to recover, his breathing heavy. He watched the two undress with wide eyes, staring at their members finally came into view. Compared to his tiny, brown-furred foreskinned member, theirs were marginally bigger. Rocky was more well-endowed, looking to be around 8 inches in length, whilst Freckle sported a smaller, 6 inch member. Their cocks were a fleshy, pink colour atop cream and white-furred balls. It was peculiar.

"What is it that you did to my...?" Charlie began, pointing to his member as Freckle wiped his mouth. It was clear that the ginger feline definitely felt a little guilty about what he just did, but he was burying it down considerably, letting Rocky take the lead.

"What was called a blowjob, my boy! It's nothing fancy: you just lick someone, much like you'd lick a stain your shirt, or a wound." He demonstrated by licking the back of his own hand, and Charlie frowned. He looked as if he didn't quite understand what Rocky meant.

"C'mere. My associate would be happy to show you. Wouldn't you, Freckle?" Rocky moved towards the couch, now standing fully in the nude, and flopping his lithe frame onto the plush sofa. He settled himself down with a cheeky twinkle in his eye, staring up at his slightly younger Cousin. Freckle shifted in his feet before he resigned to the idea, moving closer and getting onto his knees. Charlie had been taught things before, and was quick to copy him, getting into his knees as well.

"...We'll start with a lick." Freckle suggested, the hint of Irish in his voice giving him a warm, friendly demeanour that Charlie quickly latched onto. Freckle definitely seemed a little more reserved than his enigmatic cousin, but the pair of them were clearly equally kind in their own way! Charlie watched with bated breath as Freckle bowed his head, grabbing his cousin's half-hard member in his hand. His tongue ran over the head of the member in one, slow lick, before he moved his head away and aimed it in the boy's direction.

Charlie glanced over to the ginger feline for a brief moment, before he attempted to mimic the action. His own head moved down and his tiny tongue lolled out to slide up and along the shaft. Rocky's member pulsed and twitched underneath the young boy's assault, still bearing that manic grin of his, his eyebrows high enough to pierce the heavens. He slowly brung out a hand and stroked along the top of the boy's head, and the cub let out a quiet purr as he rolled his tongue up and down. After a moment of watch, Freckle moved his own mouth to join him. They tongues slid and licked along the twitching cock over and over as Rocky's member pulsed to full hardness. The older, grey-furred feline appeared to be enjoying the treatment thoroughly.

"That's it, boys: make sure to use that tongue well. Cover every inch!" He insisted, patting both of their heads equally as their mouths worms up and down. Charlie began to get a little adventurous, bringing his mouth up and slathering his tongue along the head of the member. He opened his eyes briefly and pulled his head back, staring down at the bead of pre-cum oozing from the end of Rocky's member, dribbling down the underside of his cock.

"What's that?" Charlie asked Freckle quietly, who pulled back his head to stare at what Charlie was pointing to. His gaze flicked to the curious cub and blinked, slowly.

"It's...uh, pre-cum. Means you're doing a good job. Try licking it up." He put a hand on the back of the boy's head, pushing him down closer to the cock again as the two of them watched. Charlie slowly opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the slick, spit-coated member again, curiously dragging his tongue up along the underside of Rocky's cock. The pre-cum hit his tongue and a rather salty taste washed over his senses. It wasn't strong, but there was definitely a hint of it. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly.

"He likes it." Freckle remarked quietly, glancing up at the other Feline. Rocky grinned happily as he watched the child slather up and down his member, scooping up all the pre-cum he could.

"Good! I think it's about time we move on." He assured his Cousin, who slowly nodded, assuming that Rocky would take the lead. Thankfully, he did: after he lifted the cub up off of his member, he moved them around. He lifted Charlie up onto the couch on his hands and knees, and Freckle sat next to hand. He smiled briefly down at Freckle confused look as Rocky stood at the other end of him, the child's rear end exposed to him, with Charlie's tail flicking left and right.

"Alright. This should feel pretty nice...so just relax, okay?" Rocky suggested as he crouched down onto one knee, placing his hands on Charlie's rear end. The cub tries to crane his neck around to see what was going on, but Freckle quickly coaxed him to look in his direction.

"Like before." He urged, pointing down to his own stiff, 6 inch member. He held it at the base to keep it steady as Charlie did as he was told, relaxing himself onto his elbows as he bowed his head down to Freckle's member. His tongue slathered over the end and the ginger feline let out an appreciative groan, closing his eyes as he stroked the cub's ears. He could feel Charlie purring against his member, and Rocky's hands massaged and squeezing his cute, tiny ass, his eyes staring directly at the pink button nestled between the cheeks.

Slowly, the grey-furred Feline pressed his mouth closer, until his lips covered the small little pucker nestled between the boy's small cheeks. He drew his tongue out and pressed the wet appendage against the tender entrance, slathering the surrounding area with spittle. The young boy quivered and let out a quiet groan. It wasn't as nice as the feeling on his tiny dick, but the pleasure was still amazing. He never would have thought to do that sort of thing there. His toes curled against the couch as he quietly whimpered, licking up and down Freckle's member.

Quietly, the ginger cat lifted his head up, murmuring slow instructions as Charlie opened his mouth, enveloping his small maw over the head of Freckle's cock, his tongue swirling clumsily around the head, feeling the same salty substance against his tongue. His own little cock was quickly stiffening from the pleasurable licking to his rear end, and Rocky was showing no signs of stopping. After slathering the entrance in spit, he began to push and worm his tongue inside, making Charlie squirm and huff. The wet feeling of something slipping into his behind made his entire body tingle and his skin prickle with a feeling he couldn't quite place.

The air was filled with their quiet groans and the wet, sweet suckles of Rocky's tongue sliding in out of Charlie's ass, before they suddenly, quickly stopped. Charlie felt a coldness over his rump that told him the mouth had left his ass, but he had no room to turn and look. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long: the coolness was quickly replaced by a rather heated warmth that settled and slid up between his cheeks. Though Charlie might not have been able to see or understand it, Freckle could. The ginger cat's eyes widened as he watched Rocky's cock slide up and down the cub's ass, pre-cum dribbling down his member, which he spread over his cock with a free hand.

"Are you sure?" Freckle asked quietly, keeping Charlie's head firmly on his cock as the colour rose to his cheeks, knowing he wouldn't last long with such an eager, tiny mouth on his dick. Rocky winked over at him as he rolled his hips back.

"This might sting a tiny bit, Charlie. But just relax as much as you can, yeah? It'll be fine." Rocky assured him, grinning madly as he stared down at the virgin, unused behind in front of him. He angled his cock down and smeared the pre-soaked head against the pink, fleshy entrance, feeling the skin stretch and spread around his cock. He heard the kid let out a tiny grunt and groan with each push and squeeze, but Rocky was adamant to take his time, knowing this would be little Charlie's first time.

Slowly, he began to push. He was gentle at first, using a finger to help coax the head of his member into the incredibly tight virgin hole. After some difficulty, he slipped the head of his member inside as he felt the ring tighten just underneath his glans, locking his cock inside. Charlie whimpered in discomfort, feeling the intruding appendage stretching open the rather sensitive inner spinchter, causing him to squirm and writhe. A hand fell on his back and gently stroked across the small of his back, attempting to soothe him.

"Breathe." Freckle murmured quietly, realising the poor cub was holding his breath. Charlie took in a large gulp of air through his nostrils, trying his best to not clamp his teeth down around the cock still in his mouth. He slid his lips back briefly as he felt the cock sink deeper. Rocky was pushing, pressing himself inside the young boy's ass inch by inch. The pain was there, of course: Charlie felt the stinging sensation creeping up his spine, but underlying that was a sense of discomfort, feeling full, and pleasure. It was a cocktail of feelings that left him feeling momentarily overwhelmed as the colour rose to his cheeks, his eyes lidding over as he breathed hard through his nose.

"That's it." Rocky murmured. "Just a bit more...!"

He didn't want to go too deep on the first try, but Charlie was definitely handling it well for his first dick. Rocky firmly embedded himself halfway until he finally began to feel some sort of barrier stopping him from going any further, chalking it down to the bending of his insides. He understood it, and slowly dragged his hips back, thinking it was a good time to begin thrusting. The child's muscles clamped down against his cock like a vice, spasming and squeezing with each slight movement. Rocky's member was nestled firmly atop a sensitive spot inside the young boy's ass, and as the cat pulled back, the young Feline felt the sickening stab of pleasure shoot through his body and collect at his stomach, making him quiver. A small groan escaped his mouth as he slipped his head a little further down Freckle's cock, his tongue still lazily worming around the member all this time.

Rocky slid back up until the glans of his cock rubbed up against the entrance once more, from the inside. Then, he thrust down, his pace considerably quicker than last time. The sharp thrust made the cub whimper briefly, his lips quivering as he tried his best not to bit down. A small groan of pleasure escaped Rocky's lips as he felt the cub's ass squeeze down hard, if only for a moment. He pulled back and thrust again, and was quickly met with the sharp squeezing once more, coupled with the kid's groans. Charlie's little member was stiff as a board, twitching between his legs, aching to be touched.

Satisfied that the cub was alright, Rocky began in on a more steady rhythm. His thrusting very quickly became easier and easier, as each tug and push was met with a healthy dollop of pre-cum from his own cock. The air was soon filled with the wet squelches of his member sliding back and forth. Freckle's ears twisted and tilted to the sounds as he watched Charlie slowly bobbing on the end of his member, the young boy's hands curled into fists, tears forming at either side of his mouth.

"...Almost..." Freckle mumbled rather suddenly, feeling an acute pressure forming in his pelvis as the blood pumped eagerly to his cock. It had hit him rather suddenly, to the point where he hadn't even known he was so close. But he felt it building, and his stomach fluttered as he watched Charlie bow his head a little lower, taking a bit more of the cock in his mouth. Freckle huffed and groaned, but knew it was too late to pull the cub off of his dick now.

He was orgasming before he realised it. His toes curled against the carpet as a vein in his cock filled with blood, and the glans of his cock briefly swelled. A thick string of cum spurted from the end of his member, hitting the back of Charlie's throat and dribbling down. The cub was inexperienced, and Freckle knew quickly that he could struggle. Charlie suddenly coughed and brung his mouth back, gasping for air as another string arced up, landing right in the boy's mouth. Charlie lowered his head briefly, feeling the sharp, salty taste on his tongue. He gulped it down as Freckle continued to cum, heavy dribbles of cum oozing down his cock. Charlie wrapped his hand around the member and felt the cum dribbling along his fingers as another few spurts shot up, hitting the child's face. Charlie luckily managed to close his eyes before any of them hit him in the eye.

"Hhhnn...Damn." Freckle muttered, his chest heaving as his Orgasm quickly began to fade after the thick, powerful convulsions subsided. He relaxed into the couch and the cub gritted his teeth, now that he was free of the cock, at least for the moment. Rocky was still thrusting and pounding into the boy's asshole, and he had begun to speed up a little bit, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Soon enough, he was managing to almost fully hilt his cock inside the boy's asshole, and each shove of his cock was pressing right down against the boy's prostate, leaving him a panting, slightly wriggling mess.

Rocky's breathing grew laboured, and he knew he was close as well. Freckle hadn't exactly lasted long with his mouth, and it was no surprise that Rocky was going to blow his load rather soon, too. With an ass this tight, it was hard not to. He bucked and slammed his hips against the tight ass as his breath game out in hot, heavy grunts. His hands slipped to the cub's hips as Charlie gently whimpered and gasped with each powerful pound, with Freckle holding into his arms to encourage him. Rocky felt the pressure building, and he knew he was close. With a sharp thrust and a groan of exquisite bliss, he felt himself cumming.

Thick arcs of cum shot into the cub's insides and dribbled down into his most deepest, intimate areas. With each powerful pulse, he could feel the cub gently squeezing down, whimpering with the sudden warmth, along with the slight discomfort of how deep Rocky was inside him. He huffed and closed his eyes, nestling against Freckle as Rocky slowly rolled his hips, milking his member for all it was worth, letting the young boy's muscles squeeze out every last dollop of cum into that tight ass.

He was soon finished, and he was almost sorry to see it go. The pleasure had been exquisite: the boy learned quick, and took a dick pretty quickly, too. Rocky would have normally said he was a keeper, but Freckle might have disagreed. The grey-furred Feline tugged his hips back with a sharp groan as his cock slid from the tight ass, handing half-limp. Charlie was gaping a little bit, with cum beginning to ooze from his hole, dribbling slowly down his taint and onto his balls.

"You did great, kid. I'm impressed!" Rocky congratulated him with a brief round of applause, before he put a hand to his chin, trying to think of other ideas. A free hand drifted to the cub's ass and gently stroked him as the young boy purred against Freckle's lap, his face dotted with strings of slowly cooling cum.

"How about a round of drinks?" Rocky suggested, padding naked through to the kitchen area, as Charlie rolled over to lay on his back on the couch, his head resting in Freckle's lap. The ginger cat's eyes flicked down to the boy, and realised he looked a little frustrated.

"Something the matter?" Freckle quietly asked, and Charlie squirmed, his eyes darting to his own crotch. Freckle followed his gaze to notice the kid's twitching, and quickly realised that the poor guy hadn't even cum yet. Rocky quickly returned with a tray, and three glasses, filled with water. He took one for himself, and Freckle took one as well. Charlie sat up to grab one and quickly downed it, setting the glass on the floor.

"Still a little pent up, are we?" Rocky was a bit of a pervert, and he'd naturally been looking down at the boy's private parts anyway, noticing his evident erection. Charlie nodded desperately and put a hand to his own dick, giving it a little squeeze. His eyes rolled into the back of his head from the pleasure.

"Well, I know a simple solution. Freckle, you can help him out, can't you? Get on the floor, and we can have some fun."

Freckle was used to the idea of having sex at least 4 times in a row by now, but Charlie wasn't. Nevertheless, the young kid seemed to bear a similar sense of enthusiasm as the grey and cream-furred cat, and was eager to get started after finishing off his drink. He quickly got up and sat down on the floor, laying on his back and spreading his legs for the both of them to see. Freckle glanced over to his Cousin, and his expression briefly soured when he saw Rocky waggling his eyebrows in the cat's direction.

"Fine..." He muttered, slipping off of the couch and crawling towards the young cub on all fours. He was going to give him more or less the same treatment as before, and that seemed to be what the young boy wanted. As Freckle drew his head close, he felt two hands pressing down on the top of his head, eagerly sliding through his soft fur and clutching at his ears, almost desperately. Freckle slowly opened his mouth and slid his tongue along the tiny sack, his eyes twisting to hear the young cub let out a greedy huff of pleasure.

Freckle heard other noises, too: he listened as a glass was sent down on the table, before he heard the soft padding of footsteps circling around them until they stopped at Freckle's rear end. He knew it was Rocky wanting to join in, but he hadn't expected him to want a piece of him. The two had fornicated frequently, but he would have though Rocky might want a taste of the boy still. Not that he was going to complain, of course.

The ginger cat felt a pair of hands settling on his rump as his own mouth bowed down on the tiny cock in front of him, suckling sweetly with his tongue as he pushed his mouth all the way to the base. Charlie lifted his legs out and sighed in utter bliss, his toes curling in the air from the delicious, pleasurable treatment. Freckle felt a hand descending between his cheeks, and he grunted briefly as he felt a thumb forcing it's way into his asshole, pushing in deeply. He could feel a brief wetness, and assumed Rocky as coated his digit in spit before he pushed it into him.

"Looking good to me." Rocky murmured to himself, though Freckle heard it. He felt his cousin quickly lining up, and it took little effort for the cock to push and slip into his ass, pressing deeply and pushing further and further inside. He didn't take nearly as much time as he had with the young boy, but then, Freckle had years of experience with Rocky under his belt. He was used to his cock by now.

The ginger cat's muscles squeezed down as much as they could as his own tongue pushed the tiny, brown-furred cock up to the room of his mouth. The young cub quivered and let out an eager whine of ecstasy, his hips rolling up as best as they could without the steady of his legs. His thighs squeezed around Freckle's head again, as Rocky began into a gently, quick rhythm inside his Cousin, sliding his fat cock back and forth. His member was still coated in a mixture of his own fluids from the cub's insides, which made his thrusts easy and quick. The three of them were quickly at it, and Freckle used an arm to prop himself up, whilst his other free hand stroking his down cock, coaxing it to full hardness as a few stray beads of pre-cum dripped onto the floor.

"Mmh...tight as ever, Cousin." Rocky mused, leaning over Freckle a little as he thrust harder and harder, resorting to short humps that only meant he had to move a few inches. Each thrust was greeted to a hearty wet slap of his balls agains the cat's backside. Freckle slid his mouth up and pushed it down again, slowly bobbing on Charlie's member, but he knew the cub wouldn't last long. He could tell that he was already relatively close: Charlie's eyes had rolled into the back of his head, his breathing coming out in hot, shallow pants.

"H-Hah...!" Charlie was close, and he knew it. He tightened his grip around Freckle's head and a soft, shaky exhale escaped his mouth as he felt his orgasm quickly hitting him: tiny dribbles of cum escaped his urethra as his cock pulsed powerfully against the wet, warm tongue. He whimpered and huffed, and Freckle let out a quiet groan as his tongue scooped up some of the fluids, gulping them down. His hand worked his own member as Rocky continued to hump and thrust, before he realised the kid was already done.

"All finished?" He asked the young boy, who peered up at the cat, his eyelids fluttering. He weakly nodded, and Rocky sported a manic grin, slipping his hips back. He withdrew himself from the ginger cat's behind and got to his feet, grinning down at the two of them.

"Well, Charlie! Poor Freckle needs a bit of help now, doesn't he?" He remarked. Freckle pulled his head back and rolled onto his back, exposing his stiff, twitching member, which Charlie fixated his gaze on. His stare snapped back up to Rocky, wrinkling his nose in confusion.

"How...?" The kid began, a little unsure.

"Like I did with you. You just have to put it in your...you know. Your ass." Rocky gestured loosely to the cub's behind, and Charlie stared down between his legs, before he snapped his gaze up, quickly nodding. Despite the pain before, the pleasure had been great, and he was eager to do it again.

Freckle sat up and watched with a lustful twinkle in his eye as the boy clambered of his lap, facing away from him as he stared down between his legs. Freckle reached a hand forwards to angle his cock, helping to guide it towards the cub's behind. As he did so, Rocky stepped over his cousin, his hard cock waggling in front of his face.

"Go on-- whilst he's having his fun, I can have mine." Rocky's member was relatively clean, though the length and head was sticky with a mixture of pre-cum, as well as ordinary cum. He squeezed his cock and a bead of pre-cum formed from his urethra, slowly sliding down his cock. Freckle did as he was told, and opened wide. He didn't have to do much: Rocky was quick to put a hand to the back of his head and tug him closer, sliding his mouth onto his cock, and pushing his member right to the back of the ginger cat's throat.

Charlie, meanwhile, had finally gotten his bearings. His ass hovered mere centimetres from Freckle's dick, whilst the older feline still held the cock firmly in his grasp at the base. The small, brown-furred cat lowered himself a little bit and his slightly gaping behind settled itself on the tip of Freckle's cock. The ginger cat tensed and grunted briefly around his cousin's cock, and Charlie slowly started to sink down. At first, it was difficult, and he paused here and there until he felt good enough to sink further.

Deeper and deeper he went, until he was almost taking the whole thing. Freckle wasn't as big as his cousin, and that in itself was a god-send: Charlie was having a much easier time taking the shorter and slightly less thick member rather than the other one. He pressed himself down until he felt his ass bumping with Freckle's hand, and the ginger cat brung his hand away to give him some space. Freckle propped himself up on his palms as Rocky began thrusting into his mouth, sliding his cock along his cousin's tongue and all the way to the back of his throat, then back to his lips, over and over.

Charlie huffed and panted, spreading his legs a little as he positioned himself better. He planted his tiny feet on Freckle's legs, bending his knees outward as he placed his hands behind him, resting his palms on the cat's stomach. His breath hitched in his throat as he shifted, and he slowly slid his hips up, before sinking them down again. There was little pain this time. Rocky was moaning in pure bliss, his balls swaying back and forth, bouncing off of Freckle's chin. The ginger feline tried his best not to thrust and buck up into the kid's behind: he didn't want to injure him.

Freckle stayed still, letting the other two felines have their fun with him whilst they could. His head was shoved and tugged back and forth as Rocky humped into his mouth, his cock prodding and poking a tthe back of his throat, dangerously hinting at going deeper. Rocky had deep-throated in him a number of times, and none of them had been overly pleasant. Charlie bounded harder and harder on the Feline's crotch, his tiny flaccid set swaying back and forth as Freckle's throbbing member consistently pumped and oozed pre-cum into the young boy's behind.

"Aah. Here it comes...!" Rocky tugged his cock back, before he slowly slid forwards, his hands clenching around the fur on Freckle's head as he eased his cock into the back of his cousin's throat, kneading himself against the taut flesh one last time. His member pulsed and throbbed, spurting a thick, creamy dollop of cum that deposited itself into the back of the cat's throat, steadily oozing down. Freckle was quick to gulp it down, knowing that more would soon arrive. He was correct: another thick spurt dripped down, and his throat periodically gulped and his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he glugged down the seed.

Much like his Cousin, he could feel his own pleasure building as the cub mercilessly bounced up and down his member, and he could hold himself back no longer. He arched his knees up and planted his feet on the ground, suddenly thrusting and bucking his hips up against the boy's behind. Charlie's movements slowed as he left Freckle thrust, letting out quiet gasps and groans as the cock slid easily in and out of him, slick of pre-cum and Rocky's own seed. Freckle's toeclaws dug into the carpet as he humped up a few, final times.

He orgasmed, thick spurts of gooey cum bubbling forth in sticky, wet globules, shooting up and clinging to the boy's tight inner walls. Each glob was met with a hearty spasm from the pair of them: Charlie's muscles clamped down like a vice and milked the 6 inch member for all it was worth, whilst Freckle's cock periodically pulsed, convulsing and spurting string after string of sticky goo.

The three stood there for a moment in a panting mess, before Rocky was finally the first to move, yet again. He didn't even look remotely tired compared to the two of them, and his cock was still standing on end. He bore the same crazy grin as he always did, and for good reason: he was having the time of his life. He hoped they were, too.

He slowly began to sit down, and laid himself out flat, putting his arms behind his head. He looked over to the young cub, who was still panting tiredly from riding Freckle's member, slowly beginning to move. The cub shakily stood on his feet, sticky seed dribbling down his inner thighs as he waddled his way over towards Rocky, staring down at the feline. The older cat grinned up at the far, far younger one, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Take a seat." He suggested, pointing to his erection. He tucked a hand under it and pointed it directly upwards, grinning even wider as it twitched and throbbed. He was clearly ready for another round, even if they might not be. Despite that, Charlie was quick to do his bidding; he stepped over the feline and squatted himself down again, much the same as the first time. His ass descended lower until his rump was nestled firmly against the tip of the member. He whimpered briefly, already feeling the fat head of Rocky's cock spreading his ass a little bit.

Unfortunately, Rocky wasn't as patient as his Cousin. A hand reached up to the cub's hip, and pushed him down onto the member with a cheeky grin. Charlie let out a small groan as his ass was shoved down, sinking deeper and deeper. His tiny ring clenched and squeezed eagerly as he took half the member in very little time at all. Rocky had been paying too much attention to the new hole sitting on his dick to notice Freckle move, and in a matter of moments, the ginger cat was standing over him, his balls and ass hovering right above him.

"My turn." Freckle muttered, almost sharing that manic grin with his cousin as he slowly lowered himself down, shifting onto his knees as his ass descended. However, Rocky was quite open to it. He raised his hand up and clasped onto the feline's cheek, spreading it a little bit as he licked his lips, staring up at lovely behind swaying overhead.

Freckle didn't make him wait long. The feline lowered his behind down until his ass was pressed down against Rocky's lips, and the grey-furred feline groaned in pure bliss. With the cub moving lower and lower down on his member, and the ass hovering above him, he knew he wouldn't last long. He moved his hand from Charlie's side as he raised his hands up to Freckle's behind, spreading the cheeks eagerly. His tongue slipped against Freckle's taint and slurped eagerly along his flesh, before his tongue rolled up against the puckered entrance, slathering it in spittle. He used his hands to spread the cheeks wider as he pushed his tongue firmly against the entrance, slipping his tongue deeper and deeper.

"T-There. Just..." Freckle demanded, huffing greedily. Blood pumped to his cock eagerly as he rolled his hips down against Rocky's mouth, the tongue sinking into his ass, worming and wriggling like a snake as it tried to find his sweet spot, though he might not be able to reach. Charlie continued to bounce on the cock, his hands pressing down against Rocky's stomach as his tiny, flaccid dick slapped down onto his stomach each time he lowered himself. They moved in unison, with Rocky occasionally humping his hips up against the young cub, his balls swaying up and down.

Freckle was fully hard now, and it was clear he was enjoying the treatment from his brother. His thick cock eagerly pulsed and throbbed, oozing pre-cum onto his cousin's chest as his eyes closed, his back arched. His breath came out in shallow pants of pure ecstasy as Rocky slid his hips up, planting his feet down. He began to hump and thrust against the young boy, and Charlie closed his eyes as well, feeling the familiar sensation of fullness inside his used behind. He groaned weakly, beginning to feel tired as the thick cock slid back and forth, balls smacking up into his brown-furred behind.

"Almost..." Freckle let out a restrained groan amidst his speech, pressing his ass down as tight as he could as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His cock twitched, void of any stimulation from his hands, before a thick, heavy spurt of cum erupted from the end, splattering onto Rocky's front. It was met by another thick spurt, and then another, over and over. Freckle's muscles spasmed around Rocky's wiggling tongue and the grey-furred feline paused his instrusions, feeling the muscles flex and squeeze. He brought his attention to his own thrusting, letting out a groan from between Freckle's cheeks as he, too, felt his orgasm approaching.

It hit him sooner than he had expected, and a thick globule of cum frothed from the end of his cock and spurted upwards with gusto, shooting into the poor cub's backside. His thrusting slowed and the tired cub panted atop him, resting his elbows back on Rocky's knees as he looked down at himself, still completely flaccid, but feeling incredibly full. His muscles ached for rest, perhaps even sleep. The three of them panted, thoroughly used to their core. Well, Rocky could have probably gone on for a little longer, but they had already been at it for a couple of hours, and the night was growing dark.

"Mmmh..." Rocky groaned beneath Freckle, who quickly shifted off of him, spent himself. The grey-furred feline set up and wiped his mouth, grinning down at the cub nestled firmly on his dick. He reached out a hand to ruffle the boy's fur.

"Tuckered out?" He asked, watching Charlie nod his head weakly in response. "I say we rest then, for tomorrow is a grand day! We've got your mother to find, after all."

"Y-Yeah..." The cub nodded tiredly, his eyelids already drooping. Rocky scooped him under the armpits and watched the cub grunt as he slid off of Rocky's cock, before he carried the boy through into the hallway, with cum dripping out of his ass and onto Rocky's stomach. Freckle lazily following behind the duo and they adjoured to a large double bed in Rocky's room. Freckle had his own bed too, but it was rarely used.

The trio flopped down onto the bed, with the young boy in the middle, and cuddled up to one-another. They closed their eyes, overcome with lewd, lustful dreams of sex and action, and perhaps firearms.

It felt like no time had passed at all, before the light filtered through into Rocky's bedroom, through a small gap in the curtains. The light stirred a mass that was housed in amongst the sheets, and the brown-furred child slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. Charlie looked around him, briefly remembering the events of the night before as he looked down at the people sleeping next to him. Rocky appeared to be missing, but Freckle was still sleep soundly.

Charlie shuffled out of bed, feeling as if he had no strength in his legs. He quickly regained his posture and managed to make his way to the door, steady beginning to feel normal in his legs again as he waddled his way into the living room. The tinkling sound of swingers music filled his ears as he stepped into the living room, and he realised the radio was on. Rocky sat on the couch, relaxing a little bit as he chewed a bowl of cereal. When he spotted Charlie, a grin spread across his face, and he placed the bowl on the table next to the couch.

"Good morning, Charlie!" He beamed pleasantly, and the cub waddled over to sit on the couch. "Sleep well?"

"Uh-huh." Charlie nodded in agreement, relaxing against the cushions. The two felines sat in the nude, and Rocky tried to think of a good line of conversation.

"We'll find your Momma today, okay? She's probably at the police station. Because, you know. Mothers." He shrugged, and his manner of speech brung a sheepish grin to the cub's lips. Rocky placed a hand on the cub's leg and stroked back and forth. Charlie shuffled up next to the feline and leant into him, nosing against his chest.

"Atta boy." Rocky grinned widely, putting an arm around the naked cub and stroking along his body. His hand delved slightly lower as he stroked along his hip, feeling the blood pump to his crotch. He couldn't help it; he was a massive pervert. Charlie seemed to notice, and he reached over to grip Rocky's member, giving it a firm squeeze.

"M-Mmh. You want to have another quick round before my cousin wakes up?" Rocky suggested, and Charlie looked up at him, wide-eyed. The boy nodded, and Rocky licked his lips, hoisting the kid over onto his lap. Charlie settled back on his knees as his ass lowered onto the dick, sliding it between his tiny cheeks. His very actions were enough to force blood into Rocky's dick, making it eagerly swell to full-hardness with very little effort. His large hands roamed the small body and stroked him, before eventually settling on his thighs.

Slowly, Rocky lifted him up, putting a hand underneath his right leg as he laid the cub's back against his own chest. He cuddled into the boy for a moment, before he reached a hand up, sticking two fingers into his mouth. He wetted them with spit, slowly lowering them past the cub's body, and lower. Charlie waited with bated breath, watching the fingers move underneath his balls. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the fingers sinking into his insides once again, though the tight hole btween his legs. He could feel Rocky's digits slipping all the way down to their knuckle, occasionally coiling and curling, before they finally moved back and forth, just for a moment. He slipped his fingers back, considering the boy ready.

He reached down, grasping his thick cock and angling the head up against the boy's ass, lifting him up just a little so that there was too to penetrate him. His head squirmed against the tight passage, before he forced the head of his cock into the boy's hole with a sharp thrust. Charlie let out a weak gasp, his head rolling back to rest against Rocky's neck. The larger feline purred gently, sinking his cock deeper and deeper, a hand firmly tucked underneath Charlie's right knee.

He raised a leg up, planting his foot on the couch as he started to thrust, jamming his thick cock deeper and deeper into the boy's insides with each jut of his hips. His free hand wrapped around the boy's stomach, holding him firmly in place as the cock slid back and forth. Pre-cum aided his molestation of the young boy, making his movements easier and easier with each thrust and hump. The young boy let out soft gasps and whimpers, his tiny feline toes curling every so often, his eyelids fluttering. Rocky licked his lips eagerly, beginning to thrust faster and faster. He was always desperately horny in the mornings.

The room was filled with the sounds of their sex and their hot, heavy panting, but the majority of it was drowned out by the sound of the radio. Rocky used the boy well, each thrust accompanied by a thick, wet slap of his balls up against the boy's taint. Charlie's flaccid dick bobbed up and down, flopping about lazily with each hump.

Rocky gritted his teeth, gently biting the boy's ear as he thrust harder and harder, his humps slowing down briefly as he felt the pleasure building up. His own toes curled as his balls shifted closer to his body, a signal of his impending orgasm. The cub let out a weak gasp from the biting, a purr escaping his throat as his ears tried their best to flatten to his head.

And, just like that, Rocky was cumming: he orgasmed for the first time that day, thick spurts of cum shooting into the boy's insides and coating his inner walls in another health dollop of feline seed. Globules of cum clung to his silky, fleshy inner walls, but Rocky thrust just a little more, mixing the cum around his own dick. He huffed and sighed in pleasure, feeling each convulsion begin to fade. The cub quivered atop him, his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"Good boy. You did good!" Rocky grinned to himself, letting go of the cat's ear as he nuzzled into his head, planting a sweet kiss atop his cranium. He settled a little bit, and the cub relaxed atop him, firmly embedded on his cock. Rocky was a bit of a sadist, refusing to let him relax. He hoisted the kid off his cock and settled him on the couch as he reached for the bowl of cereal he had been eating. He'd barely started on it, and there was plenty left.

"Eat up. I've got my own food down here." Rocky grinned at his own joke as he slipped onto the floor, spreading the boy's legs. Charlie's eyes widened as he looked down at Rocky, with the bowl in his hands. With a small shrug, he dug in, spooning cereal into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. He peered over the top of the bowl to see Rocky moving his head down towards his crotch. At first, he thought that Rocky was going to lick his penis, but instead, he went lower.

Charlie tensed and quivered as he felt a tongue piercing his ass again, licking and slathering up the cum that was leaking out of his ass. He looked momentarily confused, but he couldn't deny the pleasure. He relaxed into the couch and rasied his legs up, chewing on the cereal in a half-sitting position as Rocky probed his tongue deeper and deeper, scooping out the cum by the 'tonguefuls', gulping them down eagerly.

Freckle appeared to have walked in at just the wrong moment. He stepped into the room, naked like the rest of them, to the sight of Rocky's mouth embedded firmly into the cub's backside, whilst Charlie sat spread-eagled, with a bowl of cereal in hand. Freckle cleared his throat and Rocky shot his head up, grinning madly. Cum stained his lips and he quickly licked them.

"Morning!" Rocky greeted him happily, getting to his feet as he wiped his mouth. Freckle's eyes glanced down to Rocky's cock, noticing it looked particularly wet in the morning light. He rolled his eyes, heading across the room.

"I'm getting breakfast." Freckle muttered tiredly, not much of a morning person as he smoothed over his fur.

"Oh, when you're done, get Charlie a bath! He'll need to be clean!" Rocky called through into the kitchen. There was a grunt in response, and Rocky looked satisfied, dusting himself down. He moved over towards the young cub and ruffled his head. Charlie had since relaxed and was happily eating.

"I'm going to get dressed. Enjoy your breakfast, kid." Rocky said to him, before he wandered off with a strut that no cat should be using. He made his way into his bedroom and shut the door, momentarily leaving the cub on his own. He chewed his cereal obediently.

Freckle returned from the kitchen moments later, wiping his mouth. He had helped himself to a quick mouthful of cereal, and that was all he needed to get started. He looked down at the cub with wide, almost innocent eyes, scanning his bowl.

"All done?" He asked, and Charlie nodded, raising the bowl up to the older feline. Freckle removed it from his grip, placing it on the table as he gestured. He wandered on through into the hallway beyond, past the door and into the bathroom. Not many places had good plumbing, and most of it was made out of wood, but they were lucky enough in that St. Louis happened to have a large budget for it. Freckle leant over and turned the taps on, letting a mixture of hot and cold water run into the iron tub.

"Woah." The young cub seemed rather taken by the strange device, and Freckle guessed he didn't have something similar to this at the farm. Or, rather, he only had a water pump and an iron tub to use outside. He felt briefly bad for him, and pity washed through his system like a quiet wave.

It didn't take long to run the bath, and it was all done before they realised it. Freckle ran a hand through the water and gauged it's temperature, before gesturing for Charlie to get him. The cub moved forwards, stepping into the bath and sinking down into it, sitting on his rear end. It was nice and warm, and he sighed in bliss. Freckle stepped in shortly after, settling down opposite him. He spread his legs out to make it easier on his knees, settling them either side of the boy. Charlie frowned and shifted, mimicking his actions, letting his tiny feet rest between Freckle's legs.

"You'll need to...well, cup your hand...and put it against your butt, like this." Freckle demonstrated, sticking a hand under the water, cupping a hand underneath his balls and pressing against his hole. Charlie frowned and watched him, before he tried to mimic it himself, dipping a hand into the water. He cupped against his rear end and squirted water up against his rear end. After a few moments, stray strings of coagulated cum from the bottom of the bath and floated around in the clear water.

"Eww." Charlie muttered, and giggled to himself, a little amused. A small smile played upon Freckle's lips, and he rubbed the back of his head. Admittedly, he felt guilty for what he did yesterday, perhaps even apologetic. But the boy didn't look to be harmed. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

The sight of the young boy chuckling and cleaning himself out was, admittedly, getting Freckle a little excited. He couldn't stop himself from getting hard, nervously grinning to himself as the blood pumped to his member, swelling to half-hardness in the water and steadily growing in length. Charlie's chuckling paused when he saw Freckle's growing erection, and he glanced up at the ginger cat, wondering what the older feline might want to do.

Freckle looked decidedly nervous: without Rocky to take the lead, he didn't quite know what to do. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, as his cock pulsed up into full hardness, twitching eagerly in the water right in front of the young cub. Charlie's eyes centred down on it again, and he shifted. Slowly, he raised up his right foot, sliding it across the edge of the cat's member. Felines, thankfully, could keep their claws firmly retracted, leaving nothing but soft toepads and fur in their wake. Freckle's gaze snapped to the cub, before he looked down in the water. Charlie began to get a little more adventurous, and brung up his other foot to stroke the member as well.

Before Freckle knew what was happening, the cub was jerking him off with his feet. The toes pressed clumsily down into his member and squeezed against the flesh as he curled the toes around the cock, letting his pawpads pressed against the sides of the thick dick. He dragged his feet up and down, coaxing a few beads of pre-cum out of the member, the bubbled up and floated around in the water, once they became dislodged. They were all connected by a single string that originated from the cat's urethra.

Freckle bit his lip as his breathing quickened, watching as the feet moved up and down his member, the toes occasionally brushing and sliding against the edge of his glans, teasing the cat just a little bit. Freckle groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he rolled his hips up against the feet, feeling the pleasure building within him. Charlie seemed to realise that he was doing a good job, and he pressed his feet down with a little more force, rubbing faster and faster. His pads stroked along the veins of the cat's member as he pulled and dragged the skin, massaging the muscles.

It didn't take Freckle long. He let out a groaning sigh, and he felt himself cumming. A thick arc of cum shot out of the end of his member and floated around in the water, connected still to it's source. Another one shot out soon after, followed by a less-than-impressive dribble, all of it linked to one-another. Charlie curiously dragged one of his feet up and pressed the crease between his toes and his pawpad up against the urethra, and just in time, too. A heavy spurt squelched between his toes, and he felt the warmth spreading across the skin. He giggled to himself and withdrew his foot rather quickly, using a hand to try and wipe it off.

The orgasm faded quickly, leaving a considerable mess in it's wake. Cum floated around in the water, drifting dangerously closer to the two cats, threatening to stick to their fur and refuse to be washed off.

"I suggest we get out now." Freckle mused, and quickly got to his feet, stepping out into the wooden floor below, before any of the strands clung to his fur. His cock hung, half-limp as he reached for a towel to dry himself off. The young boy quickly joined him, shivering briefly from the contrast in temperature as he dried himself off with a separate towel.

With the kid now clean, they moved into the hallway to get dressed. Of course, Charlie put on similar clothes from yesterday, whilst the two older felines put on similar clothes from the day before as well, though with changed shirts. They slipped on their shoes and spoke to one-another briefly, before stepping out of the apartment and heading down the road.

"Charlie. Don't tell your mother the games we played, alright? Best not to mention that sort of thing to other adults-- they could get the wrong idea. There are bad people out there! But not us. We're the good guys. Okay?"

Rocky was quick to smooth things over with the kid as they wandered down the road, more as a precaution than anything. He didn't want the kid to blab anything about what they got up to, or it could put them in a whole heap of trouble. Freckle looked decidedly nervous as they wandered up to the police station, hearing the commotion of a wailing woman inside.

"...Please! You have to find my boy. He's short, brown fur, wearing Dungarees..."

Rocky stepped into the station, holding Charlie's hand as he waved over to the receptionist at the front, where a brown-furred woman faced away from them, wailing at the police officer. The receptionist cleared her throat and pointed, and the woman finally turned.

"Charles!" She wailed, heading forwards. Charlie let go of Rocky's hand and quickly leaped at his mother, encapsulating her in a hug. She squeezed her boy tightly and sighed in relief, looking up at the two older cats.

"Thank you, thank you! You two are my hero. Truly." She sounded pleased, a tearful smile on her face as she plastered her son with kiss after kiss, making the young feline splutter. Rocky put his hands on his hips and grinned triumphantly.

With that, they parted ways. Charlie didn't know if he'd see the two older gentleman again, but he'd keep their secret to his grave. Perhaps it might sway him into other decisions later in life. Or maybe he might seek them out next time he's in the city. But, for now, it was back to the farm, and back to his old life. Rocky and Freckle turned, heading off back down the road with their hands in their pockets, walking in silence.

"Wanna find another one?" Rocky broke the thin veil of silence with a manic grin, and Freckle shot him a glare.

"Fine, fine..." Rocky held his hands up defensively. "Let's just go enact sweet justice, instead."