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Learning to Please Her

Part 3

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Waylon Quickfoot had been a cocky little son of a bitch, but ever since coming to the manor, his life had been flipped upside-down. The whole of the manor's population seemed to be in on it, too, chasing after him, working to change him further, to make him into more and more of a bitch for the ladies that lived there. The only other male around, Carl, was always busy, always serving the mistress like the little bitch that he was, which meant that Waylon had nothing in the way of back-up or support around the women.

And that meant that he had a very hard time keeping his own head on straight, particularly if they caught him.

"Oh, Waaaaaaylon..."

He pressed himself tighter to the wall, shivering as he heard the sound of the Dalmatian walking through the halls. She had been tracking him all day, following him around, looking for the chance to shove him to his knees and grind his nose right up against her balls. Andrea must have been giving her a denial day, something to keep her pent up, because he'd seen just how huge her balls had gotten and knew that he was looking at a flood down his throat if she managed to get her hands on him.

His own balls throbbed and churned, pulling up slightly before dropping down again. The soft tug was not something that he was used to. He was used to cumming hard every day, pushing his fat balls to their limits. Now, they were getting pushed to a very different limit.

"Waaaaaaylon."

His balls pulled up again, and he felt the sheer weight that came from a full week of chastity. The rat bit his lips, feeling just how intense that was, how heavy his balls felt, how needy he had become ever since the bitches had clapped the chastity device on him. More and more, he was focusing on that need, that utter, desperate need that filled him every day.

If I could just cum...

But he knew that they weren't going to allow that. They couldn't. Aludiana was the only one that would allow him to get off, and the daemonette had made it clear that he had to earn his orgasm. He wasn't even sure how he was supposed to do that, honestly. It was hard to figure out what the bitches wanted on a given day.

The Dalmatian had stopped walking, he realized. She was sniffing the air, harsh puffs of breath just on the other side of the wall telling him that she was trying to track him by smell now, since he wasn't moving enough for her to hear.

Shit.

If he'd been able to get clean earlier, if he hadn't been chased from the shower by the horny Andrea, then maybe he would have been better suited to get away. As it stood, all the sweat that he built up yesterday, not to mention the near-constant drip that he had developed down there, meant that he had a significant scent of his own. His balls pulled up a bit, a little more pre-cum oozing through the tip of the cage.

"Found youuuuuuuu."

The giggling Dalmatian started running, and so did he. He had maybe two seconds to make it out of the room and to the stairs before she reached the hallway, and if he could make it up to the second floor, then he had the chance to get somewhere safe. Somewhere filled with the mistress's smell, where it was harder to track him.

If he could just get there, he'd be safe, but the problem was getting there. He threw himself around the corner, only to trip on the edge of the carpet. He didn't fall, but he got slowed down.

That was all it took.

Tesla rounded the corner behind him, grinning, and leaped. Waylon managed two steps before the Dalmatian was wrapped around his legs, pulling him to the ground. He hit the carpet, grunted as the impact knocked the air from his lungs, and rolled over just in time to see the spotted dog pulling herself up over his face.

"Oh, fu-mmmph!"

His mouth was covered by a pair of very, very sweaty balls, and he groaned under his breath as she swayed her hips from side to side, smearing his face with them, rubbing their oils in and making it stick to his cheeks. He tried to swallow or breathe around them, but they were just that big, that heavy, that swollen with seed that it was impossible to do something that might ignore them.

"Mmmm, there you are. I needed someone to worship these, so be a good boy and do that? Please? Pretty please?"

"Mmmph!"

"Oh, come on. You know that you like balls. The mistress puts you to sleep with hers every night."

And that was another humiliation. Aludiana actually did come to his bedroom and smother him to sleep with her balls every night. The musk was so potent that it just knocked him out. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter; it just happened, and he was forced to dream of her and the various humiliations that she loved to heap upon him. If he had a choice in the matter, he was pretty sure that he'd to choose to do damn near anything else.

Tesla leaned her hips forward again, and one of her balls pushed down against his lips more firmly. He knew what she wanted; she wanted him to suck it into his mouth, to worship it, lavish it with attention and devotion. If he did, he wouldn't be able to get the sweaty, musky taste out of his mouth for hours, but if he didn't, then she would keep rolling her hips against his face until she got a bruise down there, and then run off crying to Andrea. That would lead to punishment, and he didn't want to go through that again. He didn't think that his ass could handle going through that again.

So, he slowly parted his lips and his teeth. That fat orb popped past his lips, settling on his tongue -

"Mmmph..."

"Ooooh, yes. That's such a good boy. You like being a good boy, right? Thank you for being a good boy."

Blabbermouth.

She never shut up, cooing at him for doing something that he didn't want to do as if she thought that he was doing it for her sake. Even so, he was forced to breathe in again and again, smelling and tasting the harsh, potent sweat-musk that clung to her balls. Definitely bigger than the last time, which meant that Andrea had definitely been putting the Dalmatian through some denial days. That meant that this was going to be a flood, and he could only hope that it went over his face rather than down his throat. The last time that had happened, he'd come close to drowning.

As he licked the orb in his mouth, just trying to keep Tesla happy, she wriggled over his face, her cock swaying from side to side as she hissed happily to herself.

"Mmm, that feels soooo good."

"Mmmph..."

"You're so good with your mouth, Waylon. Just keep doing that."

Like he had a choice to do anything else at that point. He kept sucking, rolling his head backwards, pulling on her balls with his lips. She seemed to like that, particularly as she started moaning all the louder for him, grinding her hips down, pressing her hand to her cock and slowly stroking it. That started milking pre-cum right onto his face, too, something that was even more of a mess, slimy and wet and hot.

He groaned, trying not to think of the way that his cock was already responding inside of the chastity cage, how it was trying to get hard and failing, how it was being forced down and how his head was already rationalizing that as something to be enjoyed. A good way of being kept down, a good way of being controlled. The cage saved him from humiliation. He should be grateful for being caged.

Fuck that...fuck that...fuck that...

And yet, he couldn't stop licking, couldn't stop moaning. He was trapped, held in this spiral of pleasure that the girls had forced him into, and he couldn't get out.

Tesla finally pulled back, deliberately popping her ball out of his mouth. He gasped for air, only to feel her slide further forward, his nose sliding along her taint and right between her ass cheeks. The first breath of the hotter, more bitter musk back there was a harsh slap in the face, leaving him groaning and more and more submissive.

"Nnngh..."

"Come on, put that tongue to work."

"But...but..."

"Yeah, right in the butt."

She sat down on his face again, this time driving his nose right between the cheeks, pushing his lips right up against her pucker. He could hardly breathe from all the pressure on him, not sure what was going on, but not able to stop himself from giving in.

One lick became two, then three, then four, each one getting more firm as she pushed him into it, made him enjoy it. He groaned as he licked across her pucker, tasting each little droplet of sweat, each little bit of pre-cum that had been left from Andrea back there, probably from hot-dogging the dog earlier. He groaned as he realized that he could tell who had done it by the taste, and he knew that he had been sucking way too much cock since coming here.

Tesla was hopelessly jerking her cock at that point, rubbing it, pulling it, dragging out her pre-cum and letting it fall over his face. He wanted to do something, wanted to end this...

Wanted to suck her...

No...no, I...I don't...

Except that his cock had all but leaped up against the metal cage down there at the idea. He groaned, huffing into her ass as he started thrusting his tongue forward, forcing it past her rim and worshiping her ass in a very different way. In, out, in, out, his tongue went, slapping against her inner walls, forcing her open.

And she loved it. She moaned all the more, riding his tongue and his face at the same time, using him to satisfy herself, having all the fun in the world as she worked herself up further and further. She moaned, sitting down firmly on his face and trapping him completely, keeping him from getting any air that wasn't affected by the sweaty, musky scent of her ass cheeks.

More, more, more. The more that she rode his tongue, the more he dripped through his chastity cage, and the more that he wanted to feel this more. He wanted to enjoy her scent, her ass, her body...

He wanted...

He wanted to -

"NNNNGH!"

Tesla moaned and howled as she came, thrusting her hips forward, bucking against her hand as she came all over his face. He gasped for breath as she stood up, pulling back to make sure that her full load came raining down on his face and cheeks, along his neck and shoulders. He felt every hot droplet as it came down.

And then...only then...did he realize just how far his mind had been sinking into submission. His cheeks burned in humiliation, and he slowly turned his head away as she soaked him with wave upon wave of seed, drenching him in it, leaving him smelling nothing but the raw musk that she carried around on her person.

"Oooooh, yes..."

She moaned happily, oblivious to his humiliation. He reached down, pulling at his cage, wishing that he could just yank it off, but it was tied tight. He wanted to touch himself, humiliatingly so, but the cage kept his fingers from even rubbing the tube itself up and down his cock. It was too flush to him, too tight to even get off that way.

Nnnngh.

Waylon rolled onto all fours, the last of Tesla's load soaking up along his ass cheeks and down along the base of his tail. He moaned under his breath as he felt it running down his thighs, painting the back of his balls. The Dalmatian giggled.

"Hehehe, you look good like that. A good, naughty painting. Want to come with me and show Andrea?"

"Nnnngh...no..."

"But you're so cute like this."

"I don't...I don't want to be cute."

"But you are. You can't change that, hehehe. Oh, well. I'll find her myself."

And probably get punished for cumming without permission, too, Waylon imagined. It was a small consolation prize, of sorts, but it was better than nothing. He watched as the Dalmatian left him alone, shaking his head as he gradually got to his feet. The feeling of all that cum oozing down his body, spreading here, there, everywhere, was one more reminder of how much of a bottom bitch he was here, and how he was going to stay that until someone else new came to the house.

The idea of staying a bottom bitch for any length of time was repugnant, but he knew that he didn't have much in the way of choices there. He'd come here of his own free will, he'd signed the contract, he had taken the job. There wasn't any force on him to have taken it, and definitely nothing in the way of blackmail before he came here.

Of course, there wasn't an easy way to leave, either. Naked as he was, and only ever allowed feminine clothes if he was to be dressed, he wasn't really able to leave without suffering massive humiliation, something that he wasn't about to put himself through. He was a good man, a strong man, a strong rat. He wasn't going to have the world see him as some punk bitch.

But if I can't leave...

He sighed. He had to talk to Aludiana. He hated that, but he did.

Hope she's not too busy with Carl today...

Carl had come back after another match, a little bruised and battered, but altogether happy. The other rat had been rather quiet, as usual, but whenever he was not relaxing in his room, he'd seen Carl in the company of the mistress, dragged around the manor in a leash and collar. He didn't know just what they were doing, but he imagined that it was probably pretty perverted. Just about everything that the daemonette did was.

But he needed to talk to her. She was the one that called the shots around here. If anyone could get the girls to lay off a little and make them stop humiliating him just a little bit, just so he could keep some semblance of his old self, she could.

He just hoped that she was willing to do that.

Making his way upstairs to the second floor, he quickly found his ears filled with the sounds of moans. Not Carl, either, but the sound of the daemonette moaning. The sheer pleasure in her voice was new, too, which meant that whoever she was fucking must have been doing a damn good job. His cock stirred slightly, and he forced it back down, trying to keep from getting too hard and getting a boner bruise again.

He followed the sound of her moans through the musky second floor, listening at one door, then another, seeing which one was loudest. It didn't take long to find out that the sounds were coming from the library room. He paused, listening for a bit longer, hearing the soft smack, smack, smack that usually meant that someone was getting fucked up the ass. It could be Andrea, he supposed, but he couldn't imagine that purple cat on her hands and knees, or any other position that would have her ass in the air for the daemonette.

And I just had Tesla...

He didn't think that Carl was that much of a bottom bitch, but then again, he hadn't thought of himself that way, either. Waylon hesitated, then slowly cracked the door open, peering through the narrow opening.

To his shock, it wasn't Aludiana fucking anyone. The daemonette was leaned over a table, her ass up, and Carl was the one fucking her.

Holy...holy...

He couldn't even finish the thought, the sight too sexy to comprehend. The sheer lusciousness of that ass bouncing from being fucked was something that he had never imagined he'd get the chance to see. Aludiana was always the top, always, and -

And this was no exception, he realized. Carl might have been the one fucking her, but she still held him by the leash and collar. She was still the one in charge, forcing him to use his cock on her ass, forcing him to fuck her faster and faster. The squeaking rat was a sweaty mess, and from the sight of things, her asshole had already been filled a couple of times today. There were some older lines of cum oozing out around Carl's cock, something that made him...

Something that made him...

A little hungry...

He felt the idea coming up before his cock followed, but it wasn't until his cock throbbed and tried to harden in the metal cage that he realized how much he wanted to be in there. Not where Carl was, but on his knees, sucking at the hole, sucking at the other rat's seed oozing out of her. Carl's face was streaked with dried cum, obviously having done something similar to what Waylon was imagining doing, but -

The daemonette could see him, he realized abruptly. His eyes went wide as he saw the mistress looking back at him even as she was getting railed, and he saw the way that her dark eyes traveled up and down his body. Even as she dripped with sweat from being fucked, all the usual distractions that one might have imagined seeing on someone consumed with pleasure were absent. She was suddenly completely, totally in control again, and it was both arousing and horrifying to see.

She reached back with one hand, tapping Carl's balls between her legs. Something flared, and suddenly, the rat started fucking her all the faster, thrusting forward so hard and fast that he was almost a blur. Those heavy balls swung forward, back, forward, back, moving so fast that he could only see a vague blur of them.

And then...

Then they started to grow.

Holy...

They were hanging down further and further, by a half-inch, then an inch, growing bigger and fuller. Why? Why would she be making it that much bigger when someone else was going to have to -

Oh...fuck...

He realized what was going to happen a half-instant before it did. Carl thrust forward one last time, burying his cock as deep into his mistress as he could. His balls pulled up, and the sound of the other rat cumming was loud enough to be heard from several feet away. Waylon held his ears, hardly believing it as he heard the squelch, squelch, squelch of those powerful cumshots going deep.

It didn't stop there, either. He could see the way that the mistress clenched her cheeks that the shots were going deep, filling her to the brim, going as far as one could imagine any cumshot going. She had to clench down hard on Carls' cock to keep it all in, too. He could see how her muscles were tense and tight across her cheeks.

Shit...shit...

Carl pulled out, started to go down again, but she pulled on his leash again. This time, she dragged him off to the side, looking back to the door. Waylon knew that she was looking right at him, even though Carl was squeaking and whimpering in disappointment at being denied his treat.

"Don't worry, little one. You'll have your chance, later. But for now...there's a lesson to be taught."

"Mmph?"

"Get the door."

The squeaking rat got to his feet, moving across the room. Waylon had the fleeting thought that perhaps he should run, that he should get out of the doorway before Carl arrived, but by the time that he considered it as a good idea, the rat was already there. Their eyes met, his old friend looking back at him, then down. The dripping pre-cum from Waylon's cage gave away what he thought of the show, and the other rat grinned, pulling the door open the rest of the way. His old friend led him in, leaving him exposed and shown off to the mistress of the manor.

"So, you finally understand what you need, hmm?" Aludiana said.

"I don't...I don't need this."

"Hmmm, are you going to keep lying to yourself, dirty little rat?"

"I'm not...that's not...I'm more than..."

"Can you even think, when you imagine getting on your knees and sucking my asshole clean?"

She didn't even say it cruelly, just as a matter-of-fact question. He looked down at her, and then shivered, shaking his head. His thoughts were running at a mile a minute, and he couldn't sort through them in the slightest.

"That's what I thought. Waylon, Waylon, Waylon..."

Even as she shook her head, she shifted her position from leaning over the table to sitting on it. Her legs were spread ever so slightly, allowing him a perfect glance up towards the space between them, right up to her clenched asshole where she seemed to be barely holding back the creampie that he knew was lodged deep inside.

How much did he...how much...

Waylon shivered at the thought of how much seed must be in there, half-sickened and half-aroused at how much he wanted to be down there, how much he wanted to shove his muzzle right into the gap between her cheeks and start lapping at her used hole. The very idea was naughty, dirty, something that a good, strong rat wouldn't think.

But was he something that could be called strong any longer? He didn't know.

Waylon's knees all but collapsed out from under him as the daemonette fixed him with that same firm stare, and he shivered as he stared at the ground. Everything felt...off, wrong, weird. He couldn't think. All he could do was want things, and what he wanted was that dirty, naughty, nasty feeling of being between her legs, slurping up the seed of another male before it could be lost.

"Waylon."

He looked up at her again, shivering as he saw her pulling Carl close. The other rat started sucking at her cock, nursing at the tip. She spoke as if they were alone, as if nothing at all was happening to her cock right then and there. It was both hot and disconcerting, very disconcerting.

"Mmmph..."

"Waylon. Do you understand what you are, now?"

"Mmmph...a...a dirty...rat."

"That's right. And what does a dirty rat want?"

"Dirty things."

"That's right. And what do you want right now?"

"I want...I want to eat your ass...Mistress."

Saying it out loud somehow made it worse, more humiliating, more embarrassing, somehow. He didn't know how the words alone could do something like that, but they had, and he lowered his chin to his chest in a desperate attempt to not look at her. It didn't work. He could still see her legs, still look up to see the slightest hint of clear fluid starting to escape her hole, the seed splitting inside to something different.

"Can I...eat your ass, Mistress?"

"You may, dirty little rat."

He crawled forward, drawn in by the sheer lust that burned between his legs. Nobody, not anyone outside the manor could ever know that he had done this, but somehow, he knew that they wouldn't. This wasn't the sort of thing that would be put out there. This place was a private one, somewhere that only Aludiana could get in and out of. The mistress controlled what was known about it. Hell, he had only been allowed to know this place existed when he was hired on to live here.

Nobody will know...nobody will know...I'm like this...

Drawn in by the thick musk under her ass, he pressed himself closer and closer to her. The large balls of the daemonette hung down, almost touching his nose as he pressed his muzzle to her cheeks. He kissed along the round, luscious curves of her ass, making his way deeper and deeper to the space between.

There, he found sweat. Not just hers, but also what was left from Carl humping her all day. Bits of rat-smell, hits of ball musk that had come from a real male rather than someone that had the male parts, were there. He shivered as the intense smell warred with and was overwhelmed by the daemonette's natural scent. More, more, more, all driving him deeper into her ass, dragging him to the core of her heat.

There, right there, her pucker, tightly clenched. A hint of pre-cum and maybe the clear part of cum was oozing out of her, that seed held inside long enough that it had split between the thick, jelly-like part that stayed white and the slippery ooze that carried it. He shivered, breathing in through his nose and taking the thick, powerful smell in. It burned at his nostrils, made him shiver as he was overwhelmed with what he could only call the 'dirty rat' thoughts.

Naughty thing.

Dirty thing.

Nasty thing.

Sexy thing.

He stuck out his tongue, tasting the flesh. It was salty, nasty, cock-like. There was sweat everywhere, old cum, a little bit crusty but not bad. He dragged his tongue up to her balls, and then back down again, tasting everything that there was to taste, knowing how lost he was to the taste, the smell, the scent.

Breathe. Another blast of the smell, another reminder that another male had been here before him. He sunk further, his head spinning as his cock oozed through the cage. No longer even trying to get hard, just dripping with arousal, his own fat rat-nuts hanging low between his legs.

Give in...dirty rat...give in...dirty rat...

He moaned as he rested his hands against her thighs, holding them open as he dragged his tongue along her hole, pulling at it, pushing at it. Every lap found a little bit more to lick up, a bit more of that creampie that was just waiting for him to slurp away. His hips twitched, thrusting against the cage, his tail going up. Did he want to get fucked? Did he want to have the chance to get a cock up his ass?

No, no, he didn't...did he? He was a dirty rat, after all, and dirty rats enjoyed dirty things, even if they weren't right.

Waylon moaned, distracted from the thoughts as his tongue finally managed to pry open her hole. The first salty taste, the first little spray of old seed coming from her pucker was overwhelming, and in that moment, he honestly stopped thinking at all. All he had in his mind was a burning, horny feeling of submission, of being under her ass, of licking her clean until there was nothing that remained. That perfect ass, that perfect hole, that wonderful little slut-hole that needed to be cleaned before the next male came around.

That was his job. Ass-cleaner. Ass-licker. Janitor of the body.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He moaned as he licked, not sure if he was moaning from the taste of her or the taste of seed inside. He didn't know if he was getting off on the idea of being this little nasty thing, or if he just enjoyed being of service. All he knew was that this felt good. He panted against her ass, sometimes puffing hot air against her hole as he slammed his tongue inside of her and pulled seed out, sometimes puffing hot air out his nose and against her sac.

Whatever he did, she seemed to like it, and she chuckled in amusement as he worked her ass and her body as much as he did. In, out, in, out, tasting her and tasting Carl, smelling that sweat, lowering himself further and further into that needy head-space, his cock and balls churning and throbbing with that perpetual need that would never go away...

It was bliss.

Little by little, tongue-thrust by tongue-thrust, he cleared her hole. He dug himself deeper between the cheeks in the process, to the point where her fat ass clenched around him and nearly pinned his head in place, her curves holding him tight in that moist, sweaty cavern that her ass created. It didn't matter to him. What mattered was how good it felt to be of -

"Mmmph..."

And then, a foot to his balls. Toes running along the heavy orbs, something that pressed down and kept him in place. He didn't need it anymore, didn't need the reminder, but it felt good, and he happily took it. Pressure, gentle pushing, kneading of the toes against his orbs, and he moaned under his breath and into her pucker.

"Mmm, you are actually rather pleasant, now that you can finally admit what you are. Such a good, dirty rat..."

Good dirty rat...

The words echoed around his skull, settling in and making him happy to take that on. He was a dirty rat. There was no escaping that. No rat could nestle in and burrow between a pair of cheeks like this without being a bit dirty. Rats belonged down here. Rats belonged as owned things.

He moaned, shivering as he had a miniature, semi-orgasm, his cock spitting pre-cum, oozing down onto her toes. He would have to clean those up later, but for now...for now, he just lost himself in the pleasure of being between her ass cheeks. Dragging his tongue up and over her rim, he ground his face between her cheeks. Every move was a worshipful thing, something that took him deeper into submission, and - he hoped - gave the mistress that much more pleasure.

Waylon Quickfoot, the rogue that had believed he deserved everything on a silver platter, had all but disappeared. What remained was Waylon the dirty rat, Waylon the slut, Waylon the chaste. He liked what he had become. No, loved it. Loved everything about it as he slid further, further, further into that lustful haze with each successive lick...

"Welcome to the family."

The mistress's voice was soft and gentle, rather amused compared to the hints and echoes of what he remembered hearing in his ass-eating trance. Waylon groaned, opening his eyes to find himself still staring at her dark pucker, though it was no longer so covered with pre-cum and other messes as it had been. Though there was still quite a bit of spit down there. Probably his. Her musk was also just a little less strong.

Must have been eating that hole for a very long time, he thought, shaking his head as it finally lifted off his face.

He wasn't on the floor, but on a bed. Not a bad little upgrade, he had to admit, considering that he was usually pinned to the ground while he ate out an ass. Andrea and Tesla in particular liked to pin him like that and make him wake up all sore and drained, while this time -

This time it was the mistress. And that meant that she was still here.

He sat up immediately, almost surprised at how quickly he did it considering his normal lack of respect. The daemonette sprawled on her side beside him, chuckling to herself.

"Mmm, now that is a delightful change in attitude. How do you feel?"

"I...um..."

"Good?" she asked.

"Yes...and confused..."

"Don't worry. That will pass." She chuckled. "The important thing is, you like it here now, don't you?"

"...Yeah?"

"Gooood. Now...come here...let's start training your other end..."

The End

Summary: Waylon has been trying to avoid his fate as a slut in the manor for a while. However, after a hard session with Tesla, he finds his breaking point.

Tags: S/M, Intersex, Dalmatian, Daemonette, Rat, Anal, Creampie, Rimming, Musk, Sweat, Ball Worship, Male Sub, Series, Embarrassment, Orgasm, Chastity Cage, Cum, Cum Marking,