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Squirrelflight gasped as Ashfur hilted inside her, and her body rocked in rhythm with his as he began to roughly fuck her. The gray tom had bit down hard on the scruff of her neck, and the force with which he was slamming his barbed cock up into her smaller frame looked... uncomfortable to say the least. But Brambleclaw could tell, from the euphoric look on her face and eager sounds she was was making, that Squirrelflight was absolutely loving this. There was no doubt in his mind that Ashfur was fucking her in exactly the way her body craved, in a way he himself had never been able to manage.

These were not new thoughts, as this was not a new scene to him. He was now, as he was most nights, seated a tail-length away from the passionate couple as they engaged in their carnal display. It drove him crazy to watch this: the cat he loved more than any other in all the clans getting vigorously bred by the tom she had chosen over him. But the alternative, being out of their lives entirely, never again to even smell her arousal from a safe distance? Unbearable. So he did as they demanded of him, and he watched them every time.

It had been Ashfur who came to him with the proposition. At that time, Brambleclaw was a moping mess after Squirrelflight had unequivocally told him that they were done, and she had chosen to be with Ashfur. He didn't know what to do with himself in a life without Squirrelflight, so when he was offered a way to avoid it, he had no choice but to listen. The terms were painstakingly simple: Obey Ashfur and Squirrelflight, absolutely. In exchange, he would sometimes be allowed a taste of her pussy. There were no promises of what, specifically, he'd be allowed to do and when, and the logical part of Brambleclaw's brain knew this was a horrible bargain. But he had agreed almost immediately.

Brambleclaw's required attendance for their fucking was the first rule that they established for him. That wasn't the order that plagued him most at the moment, though. His cock throbbed between his legs as he watched Ashfur slam his hips against Squirrelflight's yet again. It had been, oh StarClan since before the last Gathering, and that itself had been over a half-moon ago. But there was nothing he could do about it; he couldn't give himself any sexual release without getting permission from both of them first, and both had been reluctant to give it this moon. They had _known_the one time he stole away from a hunting patrol to masturbate on his own, and his ass still hurt when he thought about the punishment that Ashfur had levied upon him as punishment for that.

He knew better than to ask for permission now, while they were in the throes of passion. They barely paid attention to him when they were in the thick of it, unless they wanted to direct his attention to something specific or, more commonly, to voice the truth that Ashfur is better than him at pleasuring her. Their use for him would come once they were done.

The tabby tom shifted on his paws as he watched Ashfur finish inside the ginger she-cat, whose form trembled as she moaned in orgasm with him. This was always Brambleclaw's least favorite part to witness, him filling her with his seed yet again, but her scent in these moments made them unmissable for him just the same. The scent of her absolute pleasure, one (she had been sure to note on multiple occasions) that Brambleclaw himself had never quite manage to elicit from her, was intoxicating. His body craved that scent, as punctuated by the bead of precum rolling down his shaft. Great StarClan, he was so horny.

After Ashfur pulled his glistening cock out from inside her, Squirrelflight blissfully flopped over onto her side. Her hind legs were spread apart so that Brambleclaw had a perfect view of her cum-soaked pussy, and his eyes were locked to it. Once, he'd been the tom who'd leave the fur on her inner thighs matted and sticky, whose scent would cling to her loins as hers did to his. He vividly remembered how it had felt to be inside her, when Squirrelflight's warm, tight walls would grip his cock as he hilted, but his time to leave her spent and leaking his seed was over, now and forever. Now it was Ashfur who had that privilege. How many times now had the gray tom came in her since the last time he'd been able to cum at all? He felt his hips shift as his body struggled to contain his lustful eagerness.

"I think he wants something," Squirrelflight said, the smirk in her meow as much as it was on her face. She looked down between Brambleclaw's legs and then back up at him. "Fuck, Bramblepaw, you're pathetic." The massive tabby averted his eyes to a point on the ground. The change of name when he was alone with them was another rule that they had been quick to implement. They were his superiors in this realm, the reasoning went, so he would wear his apprentice name here. It made him feel much smaller than he was.

"Is that right, Bramblepaw?" Ashfur jeered, turning to him. "There's only one thing you _should_want right now, so let's hear you ask for it like a good little apprentice."

Though his twitching length begged for release, Brambleclaw knew what Ashfur wanted from him then, and asking permission for his own needs certainly wasn't an option yet. Keeping his eyes lowered, the tom meekly meowed, "May I clean your cock, Ashfur, sir..."

"You want to taste how hard I just made Squirrelflight cum, huh?" the gray tom asked. When Brambleclaw didn't respond immediately, Ashfur brought his face aggressively close to his. Brambleclaw could smell her scent on his muzzle, too. Ashfur knew all too well the sensory torment this was causing. "Well?"

"Your mentor asked you a question, Bramblepaw," Squirrelflight chimed in, the ecstasy from their coupling still plain in her meow.

"Y-yes," Brambleclaw managed. He hated when they made him go through this part, which meant they had taken to doing it more and more. At least he knew what to say by now. "I want to taste her on you... since I could never satisfy her like you do... please..."

Ashfur sneered and sat with his forelegs spread, providing a clear view of his still-hard cock, and more importantly, a path for Brambleclaw's muzzle to access it. "Get to work then_,_ you useless excuse for a tom."

Brambleclaw could hear Squirrelflight laugh at Ashfur's comment as he lowered his body and slid his head between the gray tom's legs. The familiar mixed scents of her pussy and his cum assaulted his nose when he got close, but he powered through it and began to lick at Ashfur's barbed length. The taste of Squirrelflight was unmistakable even through the salty, sweaty taste of the other tom's cock. Despite the circumstances, he savored it; the second-hand taste of Squirrelflight's sex on Ashfur's dick was frequently the only way that he got his promised taste of her.

After some time, Ashfur began to rock his hips forward and back, forcing his shaft into Brambleclaw's muzzle. The gray tom's body was smaller than his own, but Ashfur's cock felt plenty large when its tip was slamming against the back of his throat. Though he tried his best to suppress the reflex every time, there was only so long he could endure this before he started to gag on it, though Ashfur, as always, just made him power through it, only picking up his pace when the tabby tom began to choke.

"He needs more training with that," Squirrelflight suggested from where she watched. Brambleclaw could hear the sound of her rubbing herself with one paw. At the end of the day, that was the other reason he put up with this arrangement: watching Ashfur use him like this aroused her, and it was the only way that Brambleclaw was able to bring her sexual pleasure, even if he didn't get to touch her.

Ashfur merely agreed with a grunt, fucking Brambleclaw's throat in earnest now. It hurt, and the tabby struggled to breathe as his eyes became streaked with tears from choking, but this situation, he knew, was far preferable to taking the gray tom's cock from the other end. The first time he'd mounted him that way, it had hurt so much he'd ended up begging for mercy, which had only resulted in Ashfur thrusting harder and Squirrelflight calling Brambleclaw a whiny little kit. Thankfully, that was mostly reserved for punishments, and Brambleclaw did his best to behave for them, to avoid that.

Finally, Ashfur decided he'd had enough of the big tabby's muzzle, and slowly pulled out, dragging his cock slowly across Brambleclaw's tongue along the way. "Sit up," was all he said once he was out, and the tabby tom quickly complied. His eyes flicked over to where Squirrelflight still lay, her crotch still a sticky mess, and welcomed the brief hope that they'd at least let him clean her up too.

"No," she meowed, meeting his eyes and finally getting up. "I want to smell like my tom." She moved over to where Ashfur sat and began nuzzling him affectionately, throwing in little licks and love bites as they both began purring softly. Brambleclaw watched this display because he knew he'd get scolded if he looked away, but he could feel his heart breaking all over again, as it did every time. He'd been the recipient of her physical affection, once. He missed the warmth of her body against him, the vibrations of her purrs in unison with his own, her tongue doing... the most wonderful things...

Brambleclaw couldn't suppress one small whimper from escaping his muzzle as he began to knead the dirt beneath his paws. His cock was throbbing with need by now.

"Was there something _else_you wanted, Bramblepaw?" Ashfur asked with narrowed eyes. "Well?"

"I-I, um..." Brambleclaw started hesitantly. The gray tom's expression was one of annoyance, so maybe this wasn't the time to ask? He so badly needed it though...

"Out with it," Ashfur snapped. "What do you want?"

Brambleclaw inhaled deeply through his nostrils. "I was... hoping that the both of you would give me permission to... to, uh..." he tailed off, eyes falling down to his paws.

"You know how you're supposed to ask for that," was all Ashfur said.

He did; he hated it, but he did. "Please, may I touch my useless little cock?" he murmured.

They both laughed. "I don't think you've earned that," Ashfur responded.

"B-but!" Brambleclaw blurted. He couldn't help himself, his pent-up energy was too much for him to deal with logically at this point. "It's been nearly a moon! I've done everything you asked, so..." his words tailed off when he saw the glares they were both giving him.

"You're a real mouse-brain," was all Squirrelflight said, continuing to rub up against Ashfur. She was clearly still feeling frisky.

Ashfur shot him a wicked grin and spoke again. "Everything except not talk back, apparently," he meowed, his tone dripping with a sadistic joy. "If you had quietly accepted my decision like a good kit, I was ready to let you. Now I think maybe you need another moon to really learn what _obedience_means."

Another_moon_? He wanted to believe that Ashfur couldn't be serious, but smiles both he and Squirrelflight wore told him that they both were, and that there was more to this. "P-please," he stammered, "let me make it up to you; I'll do anything you ask..."

"You'll do anything we _tell_you, anyway," Ashfur corrected, his tone harsh, "but since fucking Squirrelflight put me in such a good mood..."

"You fucked me so good, Ashfur," Squirrelflight interjected, eyes locked with Brambleclaw's when she said it.

Ashfur paused to lasciviously lick at her muzzle for a few painfully long moments before continuing, "...maybe we can let you earn it sooner. But if we give you this chance and you don't take it, you're going to be dealing with _that_thing for a long time," he explained, nodding his chin toward Brambleclaw's aching boner.

"I'll do it, whatever it is, I swear," Brambleclaw pledged almost immediately. There was no other real way out of this anyhow.

"Pathetic," Squirrelflight echoed her comment from earlier while he lovingly groomed Ashfur.

"Good kit," Ashfur meowed with a smirk. "Here's what's going to happen: When we get back to camp, you're going to let every tom in ThunderClan know, individually, that your tail is for the taking. You're going to tell all of them how badly you want their cocks under there, and that they can use your body any time of any day. Once you've done that and made good on it with a couple of them, we'll think about giving you some release."

"Maybe he'll learn to cum just from taking it under the tail," Squirrelflight mused devilishly.

For his part, Brambleclaw felt his heart sink. Casual sex between toms was hardly irregular in the clans, especially for those without mates or those whose mates were busy with kits, but he'd always considered himself to be strictly attracted to she-cats. Ashfur had fucked him a number of ways already, but every time it had been _for_a she-cat. Though he supposed that this, too, was for a she-cat. Even now, the scent of Squirrelflight's rebuilding arousal was making his head feel fuzzy.

"I'll do it," he responded meekly. "I'll talk to every tom as soon as we get back, I promise." He had a fleeting thought that maybe none would take him up on the offer, but that would just trap him into having to wait even longer. Besides, Thornclaw, at least, was as unlikely to turn down some free tail as he was to turn down a patrol assignment.

"Good kit," Ashfur meowed, standing up and puffing out his chest proudly. "Suppose we should be heading back with the good news about now, then."

Brambleclaw moved to follow, but Squirrelflight stopped him. "We still have some time before sunset," she said, rubbing herself against the Ashfur. "I want you inside me again."

His angle gave Brambleclaw a good view of how much the gray tom liked that idea - Ashfur's cock was fully hard again, now slick with the tabby tom's saliva. "Did she ever ask you for a second round?" Ashfur asked him, full-well aware of the answer already.

"No," Brambleclaw muttered.

"No_what_?"

"No, Ashfur, sir." He managed to force the words out.

"_Good_kit," the gray tom reprised. "Now, get that snout of yours in real close this time. I want you to really smell how good I'm fucking her."