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This story was written for TG04. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, mild hyper content and lots of orgasmic fun. :3

Running on Empty

Joel shuddered as he gripped his cock in both hands, the mouse wielding the thick, fourteen inch long and notably girthy shaft and humping at his pink fingers under the rushing water of the shower. Each time his digits slid to the base of his large and throbbing member a sharp squeak escaped him, the pleasure almost doubling as his hands brushed across the even more vast, swollen furred flesh of his balls. His toes curled as pre-cum dribbled from his tip in quantities so thick and liberal any sane person would thought he was simply cumming without much distance on each release. It rained down before his feet only to be washed down the shower's drain, but it made no difference. For every drop swept away there was more to replace it. And more. And more.

"Ooh... ohhhhhh..."

His cock strained. It twitched upward with such force it almost pulled itself free of the mouse's double-handed grip, the only way he could entirely encircle its breadth, and before Joel could even begin to start masturbating it again he found himself having to use his hands to keep from falling thanks to the sheer force of the pleasure that struck with his orgasm's arrival. From the outside of the shower one would only have seen a pair of trembling hands pressed up against the steamy glass, with thick ribbons of white painting the interior between them. From the inside however Joel could not only see every potent gout of seed bursting freely and impossibly abundantly from his vast and achingly full balls, but he could feel it. He could feel the hot, thick cum surging through his cock. He could feel the convulsions of the muscles forcing the cum out of his body. And with every drop, every millilitre of that powerful and impossibly productive orgasm, he could hear himself squeaking and squealing in the rapturous pleasure that accompanied it.

By the time Joel emerged from the bathroom, his white and brown patched fur dried off, he was hard again, and dripping pre-cum all over the hotel's carpets. He groaned as he stared down at his cock, watching it twitch and quiver, demanding his attention. His hands flexed, as though considering denying it and seeking to make some better use of his day. But that resistance only lasted a few moments. He heard a noise outside the bedroom door. The wheeling of a cart. He whimpered. He moaned, and he flung himself at the door in desperation, seeking whoever lay on the other side.

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"Yes! D-don't stop... ohhhh god, please..."

Thick waves of cum erupted from Joel's cock in pulsing bursts as the rabbit whom he had stolen away from his cleaning duties humped feverishly at the mouse's tight ass in his third round with the insatiable rodent. The rabbit's comparably tiny balls slapped against Joel's own vast pair with every rapid thrust he delivered, and though his six inches were dwarfed by the mouse's own it pleased him greatly to know that he was still able to overwhelm, if not satisfy this simultaneously small and twinkish, yet monstrously endowed man.

"Mr Rosen, I... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Raising his head mid-squeal from the bed over which he was bent, the mouse shook his head in dismay. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes glazed as he continued to cum, being milked by the rabbit's passionate pounding of his prostate, and begged senselessly.

"Y-you can't. I need to be fucked. To be drained. I... a-ahhh... please, hold on just a little longer. H-hold... oh... oh no, you're... I can feel it... ohh, Luka..."

The rabbit whimpered, the insides of his ears burning brightly with embarrassment as he shook his own head right back at the needy guest whose cock had so easily and shamelessly seduced him.

"Sir. M-Mr Rosen... Joel, I'm sorry. I... yes. I c-can't... I have to... oh... ohh!!"

With a cry of such joyous intensity that it almost matched the mouse's own for volume, though didn't last nearly as long, the rabbit filled Joel's ass with his own third load of cum. That was it. That was his last. He was spent. He was exhausted. He was done.

And yet... as he lay there beside the mouse soon after, listening to Joel whimper and moan as he continued to masturbate with the rabbit's larger, warm body spooning him from behind, an idea crossed Luka's mind. He might have been spent himself, but if Joel needed more company? That was something he might be able to help with.

"Mr Rosen. If... if I knew a place, r-right here in the hotel, where you could meet some other men, would you be interested?"

The mouse's body tensed up against his. A frantic squeaking of joy escaped Joel's lips, but before he could say yes, he began to paint the headboard of the bed with streaks of his still just as voluminous, unrelentingly potent cum. Only after that climax had overwhelmed him did the mouse roll over, gasping as he placed pressure upon his balls and another thick strand of cum soaked the bedding between them. He stared deep into the rabbit's eyes, and clutched at Luka's outstretched hands.

"P-please... tell me. I'll do anything."

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It took thirty minutes to get Joel to the attached pool and gym complex that the hotel maintained for guest use. It would have been much quicker had the mouse not twice needed to be let into an empty room to jerk off in the shower, and thus avoid leaving a dripping mess upon a wall or ceiling that would have been just as noticeable as the sticky puddles that coated his own room. Once there however, and led by Luka beyond the pool and towards a corridor that was marked as VIP access only, the mouse found himself free once more.

"This shower and bathroom used to be for VIP guests only, with their own locker room, a steam room and a private elevator to the penthouse floor. Once we did away with that grading system however, it kind of... well, it became a place where anyone could be a VIP, y'know what I mean?"

The mouse shuddered as he looked around the room, clean but obviously bearing a few signs of its most frequent type of usage. One of the shower cubicles had handcuffs hanging from the shower fitting itself, and several of the urinals bore tally-marks scratched into the tiles above them, with names of what Joel assumed could only be regular visitors etched alongside.

"I can't promise anyone will visit. But... I can check the guest registry, maybe see if any of our regulars are in, and let them know you're here. If you'd like that. Otherwise, it's a safe place for you to do... w-well, the tile wipes clean, y'know. So, do what you need to do."

Joel would have embraced Luka right then and there, had it not been for his dripping cock being an almost certain likelihood of getting what was already the cleaner's spare uniform noticeably and unmistakably stained with pre-cum. Instead he simply grasped his cock in both hands once more, leaned back against the nearest piece of the tiled wall, and began to hungrily masturbate once again.

"Thanks, Luka. If... aah... if you need a break? If you w-want to... I'll be here. All day, u-until I'm... until I'm spent, or I can't take it any more if no-one shows up? I'll be here."

Thankfully for the mouse though, people did show up. Not long after Luka left in fact, the mouse found himself rather spoiled for choice. At first it was just the one guy who showed up, a dragon who looked both eager and in charge, and yet shocked not to be the first one here today. He didn't ask Joel's name. He didn't ask why the mouse was here and why he was both rock hard and sporting such a disproportionately large cock and balls for a man barely over five feet high. He just hooked a thumb over the waist of his straining speedo, already stretched even by his flaccid, though quickly stiffening cock and own ample but less obscenely huge balls, and growled tenderly to the mouse as his large scaled hands gripped both their cocks and pressed them tightly yet tenderly together.

"Well look at this, someone's punching above their w-...what the! Oh, ohhh fuck!"

Their cocks had barely been in contact for ten seconds when Joel squealed and began to cum yet again, dousing both himself and the dragon in strings of sticky seed. Once the dragon was over the shock of the mouse's seemingly premature ejaculation though, and now enthralled as he held onto that still drooling cock and realised it was not the slightest bit spent after its epic eruption, he grinned down at the blushing, whimpering mouse in absolute delight.

"Ohh... you're something special. What's your name, my friend?"

Joel shivered as the dragon bucked his hips gently, beginning to rub their erections together again. The mouse's cock was larger than the dragon's one by a few inches, but the dragon's greater height meant that his cock's tip still stood higher than Joel's one, even with the mouse raised up on tip-toes.

"J-Joel, I'm..."

The dragon growled, and before Joel could get another word out he dropped to his knees and began to kiss the tip of the mouse's straining erection.

"Joel. I'm Marshall. And I think that we're going to enjoy one another's company a great deal."

He spoke between playful kisses and flicks of his tongue, and after the last word was uttered the dragon's maw opened wide, and engulfed as much of the mouse's vast cock as he could handle. Not one but two scaled paws cupped the hefty weight of Joel's balls, and as they squeezed the mouse's whole weight basically fell forward over the dragon's crimson scaled head. He squeaked. He moaned, and his hips twitched as he began to cum all over again. To Joel's surprise though there was no gagging. No gasping for air and coughing on an unexpectedly potent and productive muzzleful of seed. Just deep growls and lots of hungry, urgent gulps. The dragon, Marshall, just kept on suckling and drinking down all that the mouse had to provide, and when finally he pulled off for breath, he gave a gurgling beg before the very same words could escape the mouse's gaping, gasping maw.

"Don't stop."

It was while Joel fulfilled the whimpering promise he'd made to the dragon, cumming endlessly down the scaled and powerful male's throat as strong hands massaged and manipulated his balls to elicit more and more liberal volumes of his cum, that other men arrived. A tiger. A raccoon. A toothily grinning hammerhead shark, body glistening fresh from the pool. Another mouse, even smaller and twinkier than him but without the cock to make up for it.

They didn't fight, they didn't take turns passing Joel around between them like meat. They all followed the dragon's lead. They treated him with respect. With adoration and reverence. Sure, they fucked him. They filled his muzzle with their own cum between attempts to match Marshall's ability to handle his load. They lifted him off the ground, handcuffed him to the shower and made him buck, made him cum hands free for them while they jerked off to the sight of it. But they did it knowing Joel wanted it, and loved every second of it.

He threw himself at their hungry bodies one after the other, taking them on in single file, in pairs, in triplets, sometimes the whole group at once. And in turn they never left him without someone or something to rub against. A mouth. A pair of hands or feet. An ass willing to take his cock, and to be flooded, however briefly, with volumes of cum unlike anything they'd known before.

They fucked till they were drenched in sweat and cum, then they fucked in the showers and the steam room for a bit, before resuming fucking as normal. A few other men tagged in throughout the day, and a couple of the guys, when wholly and totally spent, tagged out. They didn't leave without sharing one last lengthy kiss with Joel though, moaning as they stroked his cock while making out and feeling his hot cum soak their naked bodies one last time as they clung to one another.

By the time Luka returned, his shift done for the day and evening beginning to descend on the hotel's exterior, he found the mouse sitting on the tiled floor of the VIP locker room and chatting almost casually to a couple of guys, Marshall amongst them, while an otter serviced his cock with hands and gentle kisses. The lithe and athletic male didn't even attempt to swallow, just guided the tip so that each and every potent eruption was cast primarily over the mouse's shoulder and away from where they were seated. Pulling away from both the otter and his conversation, Joel whimpered as he thrust himself into Luka's naked embrace. They kissed. They felt the mouse's hot cum pooling between their chests, and they tumbled to the nearest bench so that once more the rabbit could pound and fill the mouse's ass while he thanked him over and over again for granting him all that this day had provided.

From that point onward most of the other guys only got to watch, or fool around amongst themselves whilst doing so. Luka and Marshall passed the mouse between them, or sometimes shared him equally. The mouse wailed as the dragon held him aloft, lifting and pushing him down upon his own thick cock, while Luka humped not at his ass but pressed his cock against the soft, swollen flesh and fur of Joel's balls. He painted the ceiling with the force of the many orgasms that struck him from that act alone. At least... to start with. After a point though, his orgasms, while still just as intense in sensation, began to loose some of their force. Some of their volume. The mouse whimpered, and he giggled happily as his lovers noticed it too.

"I know. O-oh god, I know. Don't stop. Fuck me. Suck me. K-keep me cumming, until there's nothing left... please..."

And they did.

Another hour later, Joel squeaked in ecstasy as he was fucked from behind by Luka. Marshall knelt before them both, his own cock in hand and his muzzle wide open to receive the increasingly small, normally sized loads which the mouse had been letting loose.

"Cum with me, Joel..."

The rabbit kissed at the back of his neck, and whispered breathlessly in his ear as his cock began to twitch violently, almost as urgent in its motion as the mouse's cock he was stroking vigorously with one trembling paw. Joel whimpered back.

"I... I am..."

Luka groaned with determination, peered over his lover's shoulder and rubbed harder, letting loose a sharp gasp that Joel matched as they felt the rabbit's hot cum pouring into his ass once more.

"No. Nnnh..., a-ahh... cum with me. Now, J-Joel!"

Joel wailed loudly, helplessly.

"I am. I'm... ohhh god, god yes, Luka... I'm cumming! B-but... ohh... t-there's no... I'm nnhh... not... aaaahhyes... harder. More. Please!"

The hips practically spanking the mouse's ass went into overdrive, and Joel squealed his way through the remainder of his own and Luka's shared orgasm. It was only at the very end though, just as Luka toppled forward and sent both of them crashing forward into the thankfully much larger and stronger arms of Marshall, that a single drop of cum oozed its way out of Joel's cock, and dribbled its way lazily down his twitching erection, all the way down to his vast, empty, now achingly spent balls.

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From the bathroom of his hotel suite, some stains still present on the walls and carpet but now clean and fresh scented once more, Joel could hear Marshall and Luka moaning as they fucked on his bed while awaiting his return. His balls may have been emptied, but that hadn't dampened his libido much at all. Before he could return to them though, now that he was back and in some form of coherent mindset, the mouse had a call to make.

He selected the number from his contacts. He hit enter, and lifted the phone to one ear while stroking his cock absent-mindedly with the other hand, listening to the sounds of his new friends and lovers getting it on close by.

When the phone stopped ringing and a familiar voice answered in a terse and professional tone, it almost made Joel jump.

"Hello, you're through to Aerin. Who's calling please?"

The mouse squeezed his cock one more time, gasped softly, then turned his attention wholly towards the phone.

"T-this is Joel. H-hi, Aerin."

Immediately the voice on the other end softened with warm familiarity.

"Hey Joel, great to hear from you. Do you have numbers for us?"

The mouse nodded, then rolled his eyes as he realised how futile that was.

"Yeah. Six fifty one, to seven thirty six. Uh, nineteen thirty six. Seven PM. Sorry."

The voice on the far end of the phone chuckled.

"It's okay, but thank you for clarifying. Any other side effects or questions while you're on the line?"

Joel blushed, realising he'd been about to shake his head.

"No. I'm... I'm still hard. Still ready to go, e-even if I can't, y'know... cum, any more. But now it just feels good. Not like I need to cum. Not like I can't control it."

Again the other voice at the far end of the line laughed, and responded pleasantly in farewell.

"Well, I hope you have someone to enjoy the experience with. I'll ensure your payment is transferred right away. Please let us know tomorrow as well. Same as before. Times of first productive ejaculation and last, as close as you can to being able to accurately verify them. And as ever, if you decide you want to end the trial period and come back in to have yourself returned to a more traditionally libidinous state..."

Before the voice could tell Joel what to do, the mouse cut him off with a giggle of his own.

"Thanks, Aerin, but not necessary. It's been three days. I'm... I'm only just getting used to this. You guys said a month to get the lump sum bonus, so I'll take the month. Unless..."

The man on the other end of the line murmured curiously, followed by another chuckle as a loud, orgasmic cry echoed from the background somewhere on Joel's side of the call.

"Unless?"

Joel moaned softly down the line as he stroked his cock and peered impatiently, hungrily back towards the bedroom.

"Unless you offer bigger bonuses for a trial longer than a month. But, we can talk about that later. Right now I've got to..."

The mouse hung up the call, and made a break for the bedroom with a needy whimper.

Right now, productive or not, he needed to be with Luka and Marshall again. He needed to feel them hold him. Touch him.

He needed to cum while it was still a matter of desire, rather than of need. For the mouse knew that soon enough, in the next couple of hours, he would need to sleep. And then... then it would be morning, and his balls would be full to overflowing once more, ready for a new day of testing.

By Jeeves

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