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Barely reflective metal walls, a slippery handrail, a broken mirror. Artem had never been in this particular elevator, in this specific building, but it was familiar to him. An elevator that reeked of piss and buzzed with the hum of old fluorescent lights had been in every apartment rise he had ever lived in. It was no surprise to him when he stepped inside to find the security camera torn free from its socket.

Slumping against the side wall, he gazed at the black rat in the mirror. The rat in turn stared back at him. Occasionally, the light would flicker out and cast the entire claustrophobic cell into a darkness in which only his bright, green eyes could be seen. Under that cover, he gave the impression of a night-time predator, but in the light his eye bags and general air of disenchantment made it clear that he was just a jaded young adult. He wore nothing special, just his work uniform with a heavy, chain collar around his neck and a toxic green snapback for decoration.

He used his phone to take a lazy photo of himself and sent it to the first contact on the only hook-up app he'd ever downloaded.

'Here. Sorry that I'm late'.

He quickly deleted the second half.

'Here' The final message read.

Once he saw that it had been delivered, he took out his half-finished pack of Marlboros and fumbled for one. His right leg began bouncing as he fished for his lighter, but he stilled at the first inhale.

In ten minutes, two fresh stubs sat in the corner of the elevator. In that time, no one living on the upper floors called for the lift and no one entered the building's lobby. Artem was just about to have it take him to the roof when a man's voice called out:

"OI! Hold the elevator, will you?"

Letting out a heavy sigh as he exhaled acrid cigarette smoke, the black rat pretended to press the hold button. Miming was easier than explaining that he wasn't actually going anywhere. A moment later, the voice's owner rounded the corner.

It belonged to a one horned rhino who appeared to be in his late 40s or perhaps early 50s. He was built like a brick wall with the physique of a heavyweight boxer and the muscles of someone on a permanent bulking season. With his hair shaved to a two, there was more hair on his beefy arms than on his head. The black jeans, combat boots and white wife beater gave the impression of a sleaze bag only his shirt was too pristine. He carried a bag of shopping in each hand, which he dropped in the corner of the elevator.

"Thanks mate."

Despite having placed his shopping in the elevator, the rhino did not enter. Instead, he stood in the door with his arms crossed to prevent the elevator from closing.

"Smoking in here? Naughty."

Artem simply shrugged and gestured in the direction of a hole in the lobby ceiling.

"The smoke detectors don't work."

"Which floor are you going to?" The rhino asked with a smile that showed several chipped teeth.

Grin aside, the rhino wasn't bad looking.

"None. I'm waiting for someone. I'll get off."

As the rat stepped forwards to exit, the rhino put his arm out to block Artem's path.

"Sorry to keep you waiting kid..."

Artem rolled his eyes at the rhino's cheesy 'the guy is younger than me' routine he clearly used on everyone hookup he found on the app.

"... I'm Titus. Nice to meet you."

Titus extended his hand not for a handshake, but to ask for a drag of the cig.

"Art. What took you so long?"

The rat passed him what was left of the cigarette. His hand twitched as he thought of reaching for another one. To Art's surprise and disdain, Titus snuffed it out on the wall next to him instead of bringing to his lips.

"I was out grocery shopping. Told you I wanted help putting it away, you're for that right?"

He'd clearly asked the question so that Art couldn't make a comment on the wasted cigarette. Art decided to brush it off as he stepped back to lean against the railing. He spread his leg ever so slightly as Titus stepped in.

"Yeah I'm here for that."

Titus immediately unbuttoned the front of his jeans, sliding the zipper down so that the rat could take a peek at his bulging package.

"Right here in the elevator?" Art cocked an eyebrow.

He wasn't against it, just surprised by it.

"Security cameras don't work."

"Alright then." Art had to try and not sound too excited.

Titus stepped fully into the elevator as Art began to undress. The rhino turned to hit every available button. This took just long enough for the rat to get his shirt over his head, revealing a lithe frame, visible ribs and pierced, pink nips.

"I thought you'd dress up cuter than this." The rhino said, the inflection on 'cuter' sounded mocking and sarcastic. He didn't want cute; he wanted leather and chains.

Rather than rising to yet another one of Titus' goads, Art instead glared ahead at the rhino as he quickly undid his belt. Tossing it towards his shirt, Art hooked his thumbs through the waistband of his work trousers and yanked them down to reveal a black and green jockstrap. It was most definitely from a fetish store, likely much different from the kind of store Titus got his own jockstraps from. Seeing the rat in nothing but a jockstrap, Doc Martins and the snapback he always wore made Titus lick his lips in anticipation.

Not one for being ogled, Art said:

"So, what did you buy?"

With a kick, Titus spilled the contents of one of the bags. It all rolled out across the metal floor. There were several misshapen cooking apples, a four pack of beer, a butternut squash, a mango and an aubergine. In the second: a suspiciously long cucumber, two bottles of pop one larger than the other and finally several tubs of Crisco. A pervert's shopping list, but it would have been innocent if not for that last item.

Art reached behind himself and then between his legs to yank free the buttplug he was smuggling. Having been wearing it since work started 8 hours ago, his rim had tightened around it. He bit down as it was removed from his now ever-so slightly gaping hole. It was immediately replaced by two of his own fingers that did their best to work him open as fast as possible.

"Eager helper, aren't you?"

Titus' comment did not receive a reply.

In truth, he was as eager to get started as Art was; made evident by how he hurried to pull on the black, latex gloves that he kept in his back pocket. The familiar smell of them sent shivers of anticipation down Art's spine.

"Remind me of your limits." Titus asked. He knew them and had memorized them the moment Art agreed to meet up, but it was never a bad idea to get a recap.

"I can take whatever you throw at me, I've done some pretty intense stuff. But toys and hands in or on my ass only. No dick and no mouth..."

That wasn't the oddest stance Titus had ever heard.

"...no kissing and no being soft. Don't try make me cum and don't touch my dick. I'm just here to get my ass fucked." The rat finished.

"You got it, champ."

Cracking the top off of the Crisco tub like he had one hundred times before, Titus scooped out a healthy helping onto two fingers. It was the perfect consistency already, having melted on the way over from the grocery store. Art turned to brace himself against the mirror and allowed Titus' fingers to find their way straight into his tailhole.

Art bristled at their entry; the two rhino fingers were fatter than he anticipated, but were nothing he couldn't handle. Clearly Titus thought otherwise, as his fingers retreated to toy with the rat's entrance. As if he were spreading the Crisco around a pan, Titus' fingers began to twist around to brush every inch of the rat's pucker. It was shining with oil and flexing at every touch by the time his gloved fingers returned to Art's inside.

Again, there was the slightest gasp of discomfort from Art, then a rumble of pleasure when the fingers found his prostate. Efficiently, Titus pushed in the full length of his digits to spread the Crisco and then pulled out to scoop more from the tub. In, out, in, out, in, out... With each new penetration he searched for a different angle to twist his wrist to. He synched it to the elevator doors; pushing in as they ascended, dragging out when the doors slid open, then entering once more when they closed. After just four more floors, the thick and slippery grease felt as if it covered every inch of Art's tailhole.

"Give me three..." Art rasped when he saw the rhino reach for the first of the items much too early.

This was one of the very few commands Titus would obey.

More Crisco on the fingers and then two became three. Art gritted his teeth as his pucker stretched for them. He reached back with both hands to pull apart his ass cheeks allowing Titus to slide all three in.

The rhino was still being gentle with the fingering. Art couldn't tell if it was because Titus thought he was fragile or if it was because he was a good fisting top. Either way, the thrusting continued until it became a smooth glide.

"I'm ready." Art declared.

"Four first." Titus replied without looking up from his fingers sinking in and out of the rat's hole.

Frustrated, Art replied:

"I'm stretchy."

"Then this won't take long."

The four of the rhino's fingers were just bigger than Art's own fist. He could fist himself with a bit of effort and a lot of lube, so this wasn't an impossible challenge. That being said, the rat had to bite down on his tongue as the rhino's pinkie tried to squeeze in alongside the others. Artem's leg began to shake but quickly stopped when the finger penetrated him after a few more jabs. It was much easier now that it was inside. Titus wiggled them deeper and deeper until he was knuckle deep on all four fingers.

"Good job." Titus cooed and heard Artem mewl ever so faintly. "I didn't think you were the praise type." He commented with a smirk.

"I'm not." The rat said firmly.

"So, you don't want me to do things like this?"

For the first time that session, Titus took a moment to move away from the prep work. Bringing his fingers back, he placed them over the rat's prostate and then pressed down. A gasp escaped Art as he watched the rhino from the mirror. Inside his jockstrap, his cock jumped as his prostate leaked a healthy dose of pre-cum. Slow, rhythmic, circular rubs were applied to his G-spot until finally the rat moaned.

"That's what I like to hear..."

Unsurprisingly, Art failed to come up with a witty reply. Knowing the rat would not give up the next moan so easily, Titus withdrew his fingers.

"What's first?" Art asked as he pressed the side of his head against the mirror in an attempt to act like he wasn't somewhat dazed from the prostate massage.

"Close your eyes and guess."

Art rolled and then closed them. He heard a condom packet being bitten into, the torn off section spat out moments later. The condom was applied to something and then that something was bathed in Crisco. The prep took two floors, but it was more than worth it.

It wasn't hard to guess what it was; slender, with a consistent but considerable amount of length. Inch after inch slipped into Artem's tailhole as Titus twisted the makeshift toy. It was a slow, agonizingly slow, drilling, but it quickly reached depths that the rhino's fingers hadn't quite touched.

"Any guesses?" Titus asked.

"You were being serious?"

"I was being serious."

"A cucumber." Art finally answered, having to restrain himself from moaning or blurting out the answer.

Titus stayed quiet; resolving not to playfully insult the rat. Instead, he kept soldiering forward with the cucumber until at last he was poking at the rat's inner ring. The rhino knew he'd reached it for two reasons; it was the first time he felt resistance and secondly Artem let out a high pitched whimper.

"Want me to keep going?"

"Yeah, yeah. I can take it with a warmup."

The elevator dinged in the background as Titus began to work the cucumber back and forth. Each thrust tapped at the rat's inner ring, each one causing him to grunt and grit his teeth. On his own, behind the closed doors of his bedrooms, he'd be squealing, but in front of another man he did all he could to keep himself quiet. But Titus didn't need moans and wails to let him know that he was pleasuring someone; he could tell from the way Artem tensed and from the way he huffed air from his nose. Artem's façade was obvious and cute; Titus would break it down by the time he was done with the rat. First he'd take things deeper, then wider and then the rat would cum so hard he'd forget all about this tough front. Then the real fun could begin.

Leaning back, holding the cucumber like he would any dildo, Titus watched it slip in and out. A thick cream was beginning to form, but there was the slightest sliver of pink holding tight to the shaft with a grip that would make even the most experienced top shoot their load. He adjusted himself a little more to help himself imagine what it would be like to fuck the guy's ass. Standing behind him, he positioned the cucumber to the side of his crotch pressing into his hip and hooked his fingers through the band of Art's jockstrap.

Then he began to thrust, tugging the rat backwards in synch with each of the rolls. He caught Artem glaring at him in the mirror, although he made no attempt to stop the pseudo-fucking. He even began to push back against the rhino to help the cucumber slide that extra bit deeper. Titus was hard beneath his clothes and Art was leaking more than ever into his jockstrap. A part of him wanted to fuck the rhino for real and that desire was only growing.

With slow, steady thrusts and rhythmic pumps the two worked the cucumber in and out to slowly wear down Artem's inner ring until at last there was the feeling of a pop. Artem gasped, his whole-body tensing. A seal had been broken. For a moment Titus began to manoeuvre the cucumber out, but Artem suddenly pushed back to force it in deeper.

The resistance his ass put up was strong, but it was moving. Falling deeper and deeper. Titus barely had to do anything, just hold it still whilst the rat fucked himself on the vegetable. His whole body was shaking as he did, his breathing stopping sharply and a grimace forming, but still he soldiered until at last enough of it was through that the rest simply glided on in.

"Ungghhh!" Artem cried, shaking ferociously.

"Good job, good job."

Titus let go of the cucumber, stepping back to admire his work. Crisco dripped from the implement that was now firmly lodged in Artem's asshole. It was flexing and twitching around it as it tried to pull it deeper, the rhino reached out to grip it with his fingers to stop that from happening.

"Do you want a break?"

His lip trembling too much to speak, Artem shook his head to say 'no.'

"Tell me if you change your mind."

The rhino started slow despite Art's insistence that he didn't need the break. Getting a good grip on the cucumber, he brought it all the way out until only the tip remained. Then he slowly slid it back inside to start the cycle of in and out once again. In and out.

"You know we're not the first people to do weird shit with a cucumber. After showings of Fifty Shades of Grey, most cinemas found 'used' cucumbers in their aisles..."

Artem tried to block Titus' yammering out, but eventually just said:

"Please get back to fucking me..."

"So useless facts is what it takes to get you to talk huh? Alright then." Titus snickered.

Art's inner ring took to the reshaping quickly and so Titus started to increase the speed after only a few initial pumps. With each thrust he began to build up speed until he was hammering it in and out of Artem's hole. His hand was slapping against the rat's cheeks, slinging Crisco all around and causing the rat to produce a slight moaning that gradually grew in pitch and volume. He pulled out and stopped whenever it sounded like Artem was about to squeal. During those moments, Titus would jiggle the cucumber against the rat's slightly gaping hole then go back to blending his butthole and brain.

The both of them had lost count of how many floors they had done this for before Artem finally pushed the cucumber out of himself. Panting, the both of them stood there for a moment after the thud. Their eyes met in the mirror, Artem was visibly out of breath but clearly wanted more.

"So, what's next on the shopping list?" He asked, smiling at his own joke.

"An eggplant. Going to fist you first though, make sure you're stretched wide enough to take it."

"Okay. Can I change positions? I take fists better on all fours."

"I'll have to kneel but sure, whatever's easiest for you and your hole."

A small amount of moving later and Artem was down on all fours with Titus kneeling just off to the side of him. Both had gotten lube on their legs, but they didn't mind.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

More lube was quickly applied. Some to Artem's hole and some to Titus' fist.

All four fingers curled up, he tucked his thumb inside and held it upwards as he pressed it against the rat's tailhole. It was swallowed in a matter of seconds. Artem let out a lone gasp, but stayed perfectly still for the rhino as he began to slowly twist his fist around. He let his fingers flex until he was met with resistance and when Artem began to quiver, withdrew his hand, but slowed down as it began to slide out of the rim.

That was when Artem suddenly jerked forwards with a pleasured moan, causing Titus' hand to slip out.

"You okay?" The rhino immediately asked.

"Yeah, yeah- yeah I'm okay." Artem replied as he bit his lip. "Sensitive rim."

"Should I not do that?"

"No please do..." Now he was biting his lip in thought, wondering if he should say something or not. "I uhh- I uh really like the feeling when it's about to slip out."

"I'm sure I'll start to like it too if you keep making noises like that."

Their brief sharing of pleasures finished; the fisting resumed.

Now Titus subtly thrusted back and forth whilst his fist was inside of Artem. He'd twist and turn with each thrust and spread his hand until the rat's hole rejected him. Each time that push for freedom was accompanied by a howled moan that eventually grew so loud they were sure someone must have heard them. That being said, they'd gone much too... deep to stop now.

Whilst some may have chosen to linger on that initial fisting for longer, Titus and Artem were experienced enough that getting down to the wrist was hardly an achievement. Still though, the rhino did like to cherish his first time with a new hole. He kept his fist motionless inside of the rat as he took in the sight of Artem opening up around his wrist for just a moment.

"Ready for the eggplant?"

"I'm ready for it." Artem looked over his shoulder with a determined grin.

He watched it hungrily as Titus applied the condom, lubricated it and brought it over to the rat's waiting asshole.

The eggplant was bigger than Artem was expecting. At first he had doubted Titus' insistence of fisting him before hand, but when the eggplant was measured up against the rhino's forearm the rat couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. It may have been shorter than the rhino's appendage, but it was thicker in some places and then smaller in others with a girthy end. He'd seen weirder shaped dildos but had never taken one.

He also had never experienced a dildo that felt so... strange. Even through the condom he could feel how smooth it was. Smooth, but squishy for a layer or two before it became firm and thick. A part of him was hoping that Titus was planning on starting with the fat end and that part was soon satisfied.

One hand wrapped around the stalk, the other on Artem's ass, Titus worked it back and forth like he would any dido. He pushed forwards and the moment he felt tension he began to dip it back and forth, kissing away at the rat's asshole. Each kiss would remind the rat's tailhole of what it could do, what it could take, and cause it to open up little by little until only the green leaves of the eggplant were protruding from Artem's ass.

"Good job."

"Fuck is it in me already..." The rat groaned.

Only now was he beginning to feel just how large the damn thing was. With Titus' fist Artem had at least been sporting a semi, but now he was entirely flaccid within his jockstrap. It was as if his dick had given up on being tall in the face of the daunting sizes of 'toys' in the plastic shopping bag. In its defeat, precum poured from his tip like tears from the sorest of losers' eyes. He could feel it mussing the fur of his crotch and wetting the pouch of his jockstrap.

Holding the tip with a few fingers, Titus tugged it back and forth.

"How does it feel?"

"The shape is so fucking perfect."

The removal was the best part for Artem. As it withdrew, his asshole clung to it. The flesh of his asshole showed the first signs of full surrender as it was pulled along with the eggplant, only to suck itself back in as the widest part slipped free. It left his lips puffy and with an inch of gape between them. Titus described this to his submissive who responded eagerly by pushing back for the eggplant.

This was rewarded with an ass fucking. Wielding the eggplant like a dildo, he pumped it in and out of Artem's greedy asshole in the same way that he had done with the cucumber. Though it wasn't as long as the cucumber, the eggplant was fatter and spurred more guttural sounds from the rat. At the full length's insert he'd whimper and naturally push it out, but as it slipped backwards to tease his prostate he'd give a sudden gasp and a spasm of his ass.

His loudest cry yet came when Titus shoved the eggplant in deeper than ever before, until he could hardly see it. Artem cried out and bucked away, to which Titus let go of the veggie and allowed Artem to remove it himself.

"We're here."

Artem looked at the elevator buttons. Floor 80, the very last button.

"You live at the top?"

"I live about 3 floors down. When you're ready, we'll walk it."

"I'm fine, I can walk now."

"Not that kind of ready. More like ready as in the way you prepare a banquet pig."

Judging by the grin on Titus' face, Artem knew that the rhino had something well and truly perverted planned. Not wanting to spoil it for himself, Art faced the wall again and closed his eyes; a smile mirroring Titus' coming to his own face.

The condoms from the cucumber and eggplant were discarded. Then came the sounds of more things being wrapped in rubber and slathered with lube.

"You know. I once knew a guy who could tie condoms with his tongue." Titus said, with something between his teeth. "Sure would be a very useful skill to have learned right about now."

Artem stayed silent until the preparations were done.

"Alright. These next items aren't as long or as fat as the last two, but you might find that you struggle to take them. So why don't you go ahead and push the first one in for us? Hold your hand out."

Artem did as was asked, extending his hand behind him with his palm flat. Into it, Titus placed what was undeniably and unmistakably an apple wrapped in a condom. It was already slick with a heavy amount of lube.

Without saying a word, Artem brought the apple to the lips of his ass. He was already gaping wide enough to partially slot the fruit in. From there he began to push it inside with just four fingers, twisting as he went to help introduce it to his cavity. With each micromovement it would slip further in until at last Art was pushing with just one finger.

Titus watched on with greed, licking his lips as the green was swallowed by the darkness of the rat's hole. Eventually it was deep enough that he could remove his fingers. There it remained, peeking out and teasing his rim. It was on the very edge of dropping free, Artem could feel it. He could also feel the rhino's eyes on him, hungry. He was thinking about how by the end of the night the rat wouldn't be able to hold even an apple this large in his ass. How he was going to gape so wide and be so loose that he wouldn't be able to tense at all.

The rat's hands wandered to either side of his ass, held on to his cheeks and spread them. There in the centre the stark green of the apple contrasted against the pink of his pucker. Both shined with lube. Using nothing but the muscles of his ass, Artem pushed the apple out until it was on the verge of dropping and then sucked it back in. He heard Titus snort in delight and so he did it once more. Then again. Then again. Until it looked like he was fucking himself with the apple.

Looking back he saw the rhino rubbing a hand over the side of his crotch, touching his own cock. For the first time Artem saw just how much the rhino was packing. It was thick and long, creeping down to the start of his pant leg. It was enough to make Artem lose focus, the apple dropped to the elevator floor. The thump made the rat jump, causing his head to jerk back to looking straight ahead.

"Fuck! Sorry..."

"No need. I'm just impressed you could do that. But let's not waste any more time."

With Artem, getting the apple inside of himself had been like introducing dogs by letting them sniff each other through the door. With Titus it was like throwing them into the room together and hoping for the best.

One moment the apple was pressed to Artem's outer rim, the next it was kissing his inner rim. Artem trembled as the rhino withdrew his fingers with a wet 'Shllllerp'.

"No deeper than that, but we do need to fit two more."

Titus introduced them and Artem's tailhole swallowed them one after the other. His hole was more than ready and able. On the third and final apple the rat made laboured grunts but did not push the apples out. He tensed, gritted his teeth and at Titus' instruction got to his feet. He was slow to rise, being careful not to stick his ass out or push with the wrong muscle and drop the groceries. Eventually, he was standing, even if his legs were crossed.

"Ready?" Titus asked as he collected the groceries, Crisco, plug and discarded clothes. Everything was stuffed into the two bags leaving no trace of their escapades other than the lube.

"Step out of your trousers."

The rat did so and then kicked them over to Titus who bent over to pick them up.

"Alright let's go."

The elevator spat the two of them out in the middle of the corridor. There were at least eight doors that presumably lead to residences and one more for the stairwell at the end.

Whereas Titus walked slowly because he wanted this to last, the nervous Artem had no choice but to walk slowly and lean against the wall for support. His gut was heavy with the weight of the items inside of him.. It felt like he was carrying eggs, as if this rhino had knocked him up through some sick and perverted way of reproducing and now he would have to labour with them for months. It wasn't literal months, but Artem knew that the walk to the apartment was going to feel like it.

Gross as the whole situation was, Artem was pre-ing into his jockstrap like a leaky faucet. The exhibitionism of it all, the pressure inside of him and on his prostate was turning him on like he was a bitch in heat. A visible wet patch had caught the rhino's eyes. It was clear that he would be doing all he could to widen that patch if he were allowed to touch the rat there.

Titus held the stairwell door for them when he reached it at last. He did, however, have the ulterior motive of wanting to watch the rat's ass as he struggled to descend the stairs. And struggle he did.

The step was further down than he had anticipated. Art landed with a heavy foot, jolting himself and causing an apple to begin to slip. Artem swerved to grab onto the railing and support himself. When he was sure that he wasn't about to fail, and could continue, he took another step. Then another, and another. He was down one flight when he next had to stop and reach back to adjust an apple.

But Titus was already there. One hand on the rat's hip, the other pushing the apple back in.

"Don't drop them." Was the only words he offered before guiding the rat to continue.

Another flight, another pitstop. One more to go.

Artem wanted to take it slowly, but from below the sound of a door banging shut sounded out. Art froze in fear, Titus froze to listen to the sound of footsteps. They were ascending.

Wordless, the two began to hurry. Artem's package tucked away in his jockstrap jiggled as he began to skip steps, the luggage inside of him jostled around and slipped even further. He was practically sprinting to the door on Titus' corridor the moment he was past the last step. The two burst into a corridor that was identical the one they had just been inside of. Titus directed them to an apartment door, 77E. As the rhino retrieved his keys, Artem reached behind himself to cover his tailhole.

He felt the lube slick apple with his fingers. Art could push them into his hands here or push them back inside, but Titus' stern gaze told the rat that doing either would be a form of cheating. That didn't mean that the rhino couldn't be unfair though.

Titus took his time finding the right key. He tried the wrong one, feigned dropping them and even had the audacity to yawn. Only when Artem whimpered, loud and desperate, did the rhino insert the keys and twist. The moment that door swung open, the rat pushed past. After stumbling a few steps, he dropped to his hands and knees on the laminate like a dog desperate to relieve itself.

The thud of the door covered the thump of the first apple against the ground. Once that one had slipped free the remaining two fell out with no struggle. Artem jerked and tensed as they dashed across his prostate. The sudden pleasure and feeling of his asshole being stretched caused his focus to slip long enough for his cock to jump as it squirted something into the fabric of his jockstrap.

Titus had been enraptured by watching the rat's tailhole bloom as he pushed the apples out. There was a brief moment where it stayed gaping wide before it remembered to close and did so suddenly, causing his whole body to jump. Even closed there was still the slightest line of gape where his puffy abused lips could not kiss. His blinking asshole wept as he shuddered. It had no more apples to push out but instead would give out silvers of the watery lube.

Watching the boy's ass so closely, there was no way for him to miss the piss running down his leg.

Art looked back in shame as the rhino locked the front door.

There were so many gross things that Titus could make Art do in that moment. Confess to it, lick up the puddle he made, let the rest out... Artem would do any of it if Titus ordered it. He would do anything that Titus ordered now. If he could force the rat to walk three flights of stairs in his jockstrap with apples smuggled in his ass, he could make the rat do anything.

Instead, the rhino smirked.

"Wait there."

Stepping past, he vanished into a door a few more steps down the corridor.

Left alone for a moment, Artem looked over at the apples. They were smaller than the rhino's fist and yet they had felt so much wider. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar shape or the fact there was no 'shaft' for his rim to suck on. Either way, his hungry hole was already feeling desperate for more.

Crawling over, he plucked an apple from the ground. Face down against the fake wood, he positioned it behind himself, spread his legs and began to push the apple back into his hole. Familiarised, it spread and accommodated with ease, but he was not able to bring it deeper before Titus returned.

"Thanks for helping me bring the groceries in." The rhino emerged from the bathroom with a towel in hand.

Their eyes met. Titus caught sight of the apple Artem was once again smuggling, and the way the rat's free hand had snuck into his jockstrap to masturbate. The rhino's question died in the air. It was clear that neither of them wanted this night of disgusting depravity to end just yet.

Art spread his legs in invitation and Titus stepped up to see what else he could fit inside of his needy helper.