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John Blacksad wasn't the biggest fan of the Cypher Club but getting some answers on Leon Kronski's identity called for such measures. Finding a card advertising the place in Leon's, the feline swallowed his pride and took the walk that would take him to the place. The moment he stepped inside, the investigator was reminded of why he wasn't the biggest fan of the establishment.

The place was full of characters; some were simply talking, others lounging, there was a pair of guys nearly at each other's throats. Those nearby simply observed, hoping to be treated to another show besides the live singing. The cat's nose wrinkled from the dense aroma of stale cigarette smoke and booze. Some of the patrons gave him a few looks but he didn't look fazed. Internally he was feeling a bit off put but letting them see that would make things harder for him then they needed to be. The sooner he got the answers he needed, the sooner he could leave...

He asked for a drink from the bartender, a portly and brash pig that wore a stained tank top. When John asked for anyone by the name of Leon, the pig scratched the scraggly hairs of his chin. His answers only went as far as him being more interested in the girl that Leon had brought with him. Even worse, the pig then revealed that Leon actually hadn't stepped foot in this place for a long time now. Sighing through his nose, the feline felt some frustration. This was the best shot he had at figuring out who Leon was. If this place had no answers for him then...

"Hey, friend..!" John's attention was on a rat that now sat at the end of the bar. He hadn't noticed the other guy approach and sit himself down. The rodent already had a drink in hand as he leaned an elbow against the counter. "Couldn't help overhearing. You know, I could take you to Leon... For a price, of course."

John looked the rat up and down. Like the others in the establishment, he was pretty sleazy looking but he couldn't get a good read on the rodent. While his instincts were telling him to be wary, this was the only thing he had to go on. In lieu of being left with a dead end, John decided to take this rat up on his offer. They finished their drinks and, though with a bit of caution, John followed the rodent out of the Cypher Club.

John couldn't help but feel somewhat repulsed by his new "associate." It wasn't just out of a matter of instinct, but there was also a funny smell coming from him. There was a light breeze in the New York City air and following behind the rat, the feline's nose was often hit with a smell that was hard for him to place.

They walked out of the denser areas, making a few turns here and there until they came upon...the Wolfmouth Cemetery. John of course wondered what Leon had to do with some graveyard. But that answer was given to him when the rat suddenly turned around. He stepped aside with his clawed hands outstretched, showing off a gravestone with a sly grin on his face.

John was confused until he read the name on the gravestone. Noel Krisnok. It made sense then. But it also meant that John's search had come to an anticlimactic end. Leon Kronski was nothing more than a fake name, an anagram of the name on the headstone. With nothing else to go on from here, John truly found himself at a dead end.

The rat smirked and snickered, getting the cat's attention. "Looks like you were expecting something. Maybe it was this?" The rat took hold of his jacket.

John reacted right away, throwing a punch at the rodent. He expected to be robbed here in this secluded area. The rat had taken his jacket off just as John's fist made contact with his stomach. But it wasn't the rat who got hurt. It was him. It hurt bad too. John clenched his teeth and fell on his knees, grasping the hand he punched with. His fingers were aching and his wrist felt white hot. He was able to move it so it wasn't broken but...

"Wasn't expecting that," the rat said as he stepped up to the still kneeling feline. "But you're not the first to make that mistake." With his dark leather jacket already taken off, the rat pulled up his striped shirt to reveal a set of abs. And they just weren't any kind of abs. They were perfect, beautifully formed. While they looked like solid rock, when he punched, it was as if John hurled his fist right into a block of steel.

Forgetting his pain for a moment, John couldn't help but gawk at the set of abs. They showed perfectly through the rat's grey smooth fur. And with his jacket being taken off, John was finally able to see that he had an athletic build. Surprisingly, having his jacket off made the rodent instantly a lot more...approachable in John's eyes.

The rat stepped even closer. Just like before, John noticed a smell coming from him but without that jacket, it was now freely wafting out in the evening air. It assaulted the feline's nose within about a second. The air around him was quickly tainted with a heavy masculine musk that he breathed in without even realizing at first. He just continued gawking, not noticing that his own breathing was gradually getting deeper until he was all but huffing at the air. With the rat getting in even closer, his crotch was on level with John's face. This wasn't lost on the cat but he continued to kneel there, stuck in place. His senses were absolutely rattled as he continued to breathe in the potent aroma as deeply as his lung could manage.

"Guess you found what you were looking for."

"Wha- H-huh?" John asked, being snapped out of his daze. He was still on his knees, now trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.

"And this is an odd place to be popping a chub," the rat said.

John felt it as soon as it had been pointed out; he was fully erect. Not just erect, but his cock was harder than it had been in a long time, throbbing with need and leaking to the point that the front of his pants were a bit soaked.

"What is... W-who the hell are you?" John asked. He had tried to sound intimidating but his tone came out as shaky as he felt.

"Just a rat, but around here they call me Bull," the rodent said while flexing a bit. While not overly muscular, he still had a few things worth showing off, including the incredible abs that rippled. "How about I show you why." While one hand kept his shirt up and his abs in plain sight, the other moved down to his pants. When they were undone and open, the rat's cock sprung free, nearly whacking John in the face. A rope of pre was flung and it marked the cat's cheek, making him wince, but not as much as the wave of hot, earthy crotch musk. It was even stronger than the scent radiating from Bull's body and John felt himself becoming lightheaded from it.

His eyes were again glued to the rat's body, this time his cock. For someone of the rat's stature, his cock was fairly large. Being uncut, the head was partially concealed by foreskin. With the sun being nearly down, the few lamps in the graveyard came on and John could see the light sheen of sweat. Bull took hold of his glistening maleness, noticing that the cat's eyes were transfixed to it.

"Now about that price I mentioned earlier," Bull said. He thrust forward and pressed his cock against the cat's cheek, smearing more precum onto it. Not only did John allow this but he felt a strange rush of excitement from the cock being so close to his mouth. The smell of cock musk was so strong in his nose. For some reason his mouth was watering...

"It's time for you to pay up," Bull said. He smoothly pressed the tip of his cock against John's lips.

The cat's mind was still lagging behind, fried by the intoxicating smell that was just as heavy in the air. He hadn't ever seen another male's erect cock before, nor any intentions to have one anywhere near him. And yet it was right there, just short of parting his lips. John wasn't chained down and there wasn't a gun to his head. There was a choice available to him. He could refuse and maybe had to fight or...

The feline didn't dare look up. Swallowing his pride, John eased his head forwards a bit. Just enough to take in the cockhead. John couldn't help but grimace from the intense foreign taste. He recalled the acts that more than a few ladies performed on him. Starting slowly, John swirled his tongue over the rat's tip. Doing this was making Bull moan a bit and that was taken as a good sign. Though just the tip was inside, John could already feel that the rodent's length was hard. Hard like iron. Even if he dared too, biting against the flesh likely wouldn't do him any good. It might even lead to a few broken teeth on his end...

He dared to push his head forward but just as he took a few inches past his lips, the rat pushed down on the back of his head suddenly. John groaned against the manhood, suddenly having his nose pressed firm into the deeply musky crotch, feeling the heat and dampness that was radiating from the spot. It made him shudder and murr but the sound from Bull was much louder, an unfiltered grunt before he threw his head back.

"Fuck...heh-yeah!" Bull used his hand to keep the investigator's head in place. He eased off and let John's head ease back, allowing him to continue at his own pace.

As best as he could, John began to bob his head, being guided by the persisting allure of the musky aroma. He still didn't look up at the rat, feeling his pride being wounded. But that feeling was instantly overpowered by this new desire. Feeling more of the cock's shape with his tongue, John felt that the rest was just as hard as the tip. The flesh was extremely stiff yet it throbbed against his oral touch.

His tongue was still dragging along the shaft when there was a sudden new taste that made his eyes widen a bit. That was the taste of Bull's precum. It wasn't just leaking from the tip, the strong tasting substance was flowing freely out. In fact it wasn't long that John needed to swallow lest his mouth be overfilled. Closing his eyes and forcing himself to do it, the housecat felt the slightly thick and warm fluid running down his throat. Even as he resumed his blowjob, the tip was leaking just as much.

The feline didn't notice but he was gradually getting the hang of this. His lips were actually wrapped around the girth and the tongue was swishing along the underside. The need to swallow again came and he gulped without as much hesitation. John was also moving his head to take all of the inches. When his nose bumped into the crotch, he would take a second to inhale the addictingly fragrant musk directly from its source.

Bull was moaning out openly in the graveyard, soaking up the pleasure and attention that he was given. "You should hear yourself moaning. Can't get enough of it, can you? This is what a real man tastes like."

John just mumbled against the shaft in response. The cat hadn't noticed that he had been moaning. His head was becoming clearer but he didn't stop. Internally, the feline was still conflicted about all of this. To be on his knees, sucking off another guy like this...any yet, he just couldn't pull himself away. Even Bull calling himself a "real man" had sent shudders down his spine...

"Ooh, that tongue is like magic..." Bull said with a shudder. The unique texture was giving him more pleasure than even the most experienced whores had. "How about giving these some attention?"

Bull pulled John's head back. He gripped his pants and pulled them down even more, exposing his balls. Being a rodent, his sack was rather plump and a bit heavy looking. Again, John found himself drawn to the sight like a moth to fluorescent lights. Before he knew it, his face was pressed to the plump nuts, with the iron-hard cock still pulsing against his nose.

When he lapped his tongue against the sack, Bull was back to moaning. Another throb of the shaft came and there was a thick ooze of wet warmth that was sliding down John's face. It was more precum that was coming out. There was so much of it. John was starting to understand why the rat was called "Bull." He seemed to be constantly producing 'milk.' His cock was unmoving staggeringly stiff, almost like a horn.

John continued to draw his oral muscle over the sack as tenderly as he could manage, knowing very well how sensitive they were.

While having his balls licked all over, Bull teased his cock with his hand. He felt how wet it was when he squeezed the base. The direct stimulation to his rat-batter-holders got them working even harder. From his tip, even thicker drools of precum were coming out to mark the black cat's face.

Bull was given a pleasant surprise when one of his balls were slipped into the feline's maw. Now he was being treated to light suckles on top of the licking. He moaned even more and so was John, whether he was aware of it or not.

John was moaning even more from the strong taste of musk that he sucked directly from the already damp ball fur, getting the taste of pure sweat smacked onto his taste buds. He couldn't manage getting both orbs into his mouth so he made do by easing the first one back out and taking the second one in again. With another hum, he gently closed his lips against the musky ball and resumed lapping his tongue all over while gently sucking like before. He did this until they began to tense, quickly followed by his head being pushed back.

When the balls were pulled from his mouth, the left side of John's face had several thick and musky strings running down his face. He didn't attempt to wipe them off, being more focused on receiving the incredibly hard cock. Picking right up where they left off, John resumed bobbing his head but this time with a lot more vigor and willing enthusiasm. He was absolutely hooked on the tastes and smells that were coming from the rat.

He was taking every inch over and over again all on his own this time, slurping all over the steely inches while also drinking down the precum that came spilling out. It was felt coming out with more force and that made John shudder. As best as he could, the housecat continued to drink down the precum, feeling addicted to the warm sensation that was pouring down his throat and into his stomach. While doing this, his own cock was straining hard in his pants, having leaked enough to completely ruin the front. But John's focus was on giving the other male more pleasure and at this point he was feeling the rat's cock throbbing even harder.

"It's only fair that I warn ya, kitty. When I cum, I cum hard. Sometimes I even hurt the girls I'm pounding. But I think you can handle it...maybe..." Bull said through his gasps and moans.

John kept going, in fact he was bobbing his head faster, moving his tongue as much as he could while still swallowing the heavy amounts of precum that were being released. He heard Bull's breathing becoming more intense and ragged with every passing second.

"Fuck, fuck, fuucckkk!! Get to swallowing, pussycat bitch!" The rat jammed his cock into John's throat just before it happened, forcing the feline to gag from the tip barreling into his snug oral passage.

John wasn't given any time to adjust to that because there came a sudden and hard push of cum that blasted out with force, jetting against the back wall of his esophagus before it ran searing hot down into his stomach. It was a huge amount of cum as well, being pumped out powerfully and at a constant rate. Some was splattering back out into his mouth and John had to swallow it down against the cocktip already in his throat. While doing this, John's ears were flicking in response to the audible churning of the rat's balls. He did his best to keep up with it but the rat's climax was just too much for him. Cum came oozing out from his mouth, running down his chin. It was getting all over his shirt and jacket, marking and soaking into the fabrics and his fur.

Not only was it too much for him to keep down, but as the rat continued cumming in his mouth and throat, John was pushed to an entirely hands-free orgasm himself. His much smaller and weaker jets of seed came flying through his already ruined pants, streaking the dusty earth of the cemetery.

Bull was still cumming but John had truly been pushed to his limits and had to ease off. But the rat's cock continued firing with force, splattering all over the cat's chest. Even more cum was blasted onto the clothing. What started out as a few thick dribbles quickly became full on thick streaks and gooey clinging splotches that carried the rat's musky masculine smell. Bull had proven that he was a rat of his word. When the last few ropes came flying out, they were gushed all over John's face, a purposeful move to humiliate and mark the other male. Bull sighed deeply and John looked on with wide eyes at the cock that still remained hard as a diamond.

"Ah... Haven't cum like that in a while..." Bull said with his voice laced with satisfaction. He took hold of his messy cock, wiping it off on the dazed feline's face before it tucked back into his pulled up pants. They were tented from the lasting erection but the rodent seemed satisfied. "It was a pleasure doing business with you." With his jacket slung over one of his shoulders, the rat walked out of the cemetery, looking no different from when he first arrived.

John on the other hand was still kneeling and he was panting hard from the cum that still clogged his throat somewhat. His entire body was tingling and the cum was still warm on his pelt and clothes. Now all alone, John was coming to realize that he did all of that with another male...and he enjoyed it. Very much so. But nobody had to know that. There was no way he could hide the stains and messes so he stuck to the shadows when making his way back home. He was quick to take a shower but found that even his high quality exotic soaps and shampoos were enough to get the smell of rat musk and cum off of him completely. Nor was brushing his teeth numerous times enough to get the taste out of his mouth.

It was an ungodly hour when John Blacksad finally called it a night. But his sleep was uneasy, plagued with fragmented replays and extended fantasies of a certain sleazy rat...

***

The next few days were a blur for John Blacksad. It had been hard for him to focus. All because of that damn rat that tricked him. The smell and taste had finally left him but it wasn't hard for him to remember. Sometimes the visage of Bull would pop into his head and that would cause him to gain a sudden erection. It was the most awkward in public. At least his new girlfriend took it as a compliment. She was certainly eager and John just went along with it.

She was a pretty and slender blonde furred cat. It was rather sudden but maybe a nice with a girl like her was just what he needed to get himself back on the...straight and narrow.

While she had left his place satisfied, John was a tangled mess of feelings inside. Most of them were negative. Her moans and touch barely had an effect on him and even her riding his cock like a shiny new motorcycle hadn't been enough to get him off. Even the flowery aroma that clung to her pelt felt wrong now. For the rest of the night he laid in bed, not daring to close his eyes out of fear of seeing a certain rodent...

It was raining hard the next day and John was quick to get his coat off when he got to his office, placing it on the coat rack. His ears flicked from a nearby sound and perked up, taking a look around. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. His ears flicked again but this time from the not-so-distant rumble of thunder. Perhaps he was finally starting to go crazy. His mind was stuck on that smelly rodent and now his ears were picking up on things that weren't there.

"Ah, you've lost your touch, Blacksad." Coming out of seemingly nowhere was none other than Bull. In his hand was a bottle of whisky that John had been saving for a special occasion.

"Y-you!" John hissed. He did his best to sound aggressive but there was already a tingling between his legs and a pounding in his chest. There was no doubt that it was the same rat as before. But how was he here? How did he get in?

"A little birdy told me you've been having trouble enjoying an ol' romp with a lady. I think I know why. Safe to assume your tastes have been...permanently altered," the rat walked to the front of the desk, leaning against it as he tilted the bottle back, taking big gulps of its content before he continued.

"So I decided to grace you with a surprise visit. And I helped myself to a few things...damn you kept me waiting. And it looks like you've been waiting for me," Bull said, pointing out the feline's erection.

"Alright, pussycat. Let's cut to the chase. I could use another fluffing with that tongue of yours," Bull said. He set the bottle down on the shelf and began to undress himself. The jacket came off first, being tossed across the desk and onto the chair on the other side. Coming off next was his shirt and those marvelous, stone-chiseled abs were revealed to the feline yet again, making him immediately hot under the collar. This time his shirt came off as well, being tossed to the floor carelessly.

"Well don't keep me waiting, kitty..." When Bull took off his pants, revealing that steely cock of his, John's mind was frazzled, not helped by the strong musk that was quickly filling every corner of his office.

He did hesitate for a moment before directly approaching the rodent. The closer he got, the more intense the earthy, manly scent had become. As he came face to face with Bull, John was all but drooling. His breathing was labored and the tent his pants was already damp and twitching.

"It was pretty hot out before the rain came. And walking away here to the swanky side of the city's gotten me all sweaty. So about putting that tongue to work?"

Bull's words spurred John into action. His hands reached out and the first thing he touched was the rat's abs, feeling how hard they were all over again. He remembered punching them and how easily they withstood the force. It was beyond impressive, six solid bricks that stole his attention by simply being there. Just as much as he admired them, John also felt some jealousy. Being so close, his nose was again assaulted by the strong masculine scent...

He suddenly found himself desiring a taste to go along with the smell. This was done by him all but shoving his face against the six pack, nearly hurting himself in the process. He was again reminded of how solid they truly were. They gave him no leeway. It was almost like ramming his face into a cinder-block wall. Wasting no time, John began running his tongue over the hard surface. Heat was radiating from the abs and the taste of dense, earthy musk was making him moan already. While running his tongue along one row of abs, the cat was running his fingers along the other set, exploring the bulges and contours. The fur and skin were twinged with sweat, constantly stimulating his senses of smell and taste.

John was just starting to get into it when Bull's hand was on the back of his head, pushing in even further into the abs that didn't give, leading to the feline feeling some strain. It was literally like being caught between a rock and a hard place. All the same he continued to trail his tongue over the slabs, feeling them ripple and twitch against his touch. The feline couldn't help but moan, feeling a sense of self-betrayal. But it was so good. His licking became more intense and his fingers were dragging and tracing with greater intent. More musk and sweat was offered to him by doing this. By dragging his face along the sweaty abs, the unfiltered smell of raw masculine rat musk was deep in his nose, keeping him highly aroused and throbbing hard in his pants just like before...

When he changed sides, licking the other stack of abs, John did with greater passion. The little bit of shame he felt was all but swallowed up by the almighty shroud of lust that was burning his body up from deep inside. He moaned against the abs, his body shaking from the sudden rise of his orgasm. It took him completely by surprise. Still being held close by Bull's hand, John could do little more than moan directly against the abs. Streaks of his cum came flying through the fabric of his pants, a near perfect repeat of what happened last time. His moans were a bit pitched, bringing a wave of embarrassment but he just couldn't stop himself. The strength of his climax was paired with the force of his ropes being shot. When he stopped cumming, the strength of his lust was still lasting, flaring just as hot as before. He wanted more, wanted to do more, anything the rat would ask of him...

And Bull did have much more in store for him. But what John didn't expect was for him to be pulled up onto his feet again. The moment their faces were on level with each other, Bull lunged forwards. John groaned as his mouth was smushed against the rat's. Bull was already huffing as he pushed his tongue in, already flicking and grinding the wet muscle against the interior of John's maw.

The black cat was completely stunned at first. He shivered from the rough kissing and aggressive sweeping of Bull's tongue. A moan came from him as he pressed his lips against the sweaty rat's, making the kiss a proper one. He slid his own tongue outwards but it was still being overpowered by Bull's. It reached even deeper into the cat's mouth, making him moan even more.

Feeling a rise of excitement from this, Bull pulled John in even closer, snatching him by the collar of his shirt. It ripped some against his claws, but the feline wasn't concerned about that. His focus was on the rodent's tongue that thrashed against his own, writhing and curling like a cobra looking to finish its prey. John tried to keep up with this but for as much effort put into his tongue's movements, Bull was able to do much more. He kept total control and yet the heated passion was only growing between the two of them. John's head was starting to spin from all of this and lost his balance a bit. To keep himself from falling he reached out and wrapped his arms around the rat. That led him to feeling up the sleazy male's back. Like the rest of him, there were many ridges and bulges of healthy muscle to be felt. Bull pressed his mouth even closer and jammed his tongue further, nearly plunging it into John's throat.

John didn't think it was possible for him to climax again so soon after so soon. The moment they began kissing, his cock was back to full mast, throbbing all the harder against his ruined underwear until it swelled again. Another series of wet surges flew from his cock, blasting right through his pants for a second time. While John shook and moaned deeply into Bull's mouth, the rat was now sucking on the feline's slightly rough tongue. For as long as John's climax lasted, Bull continued sucking on it. He let John go, allowing the cat to fall back onto the floor. His tongue slipped free from the rodent's mouth and he grunted when landing. Bull stood over him, just chuckling at the sight.

"We're only getting started and you're already spraying like a garden hose," Bull mocked.

Left panting on the floor, John didn't respond. Bull stepped forward and snatched the cat up. He used his claws to tear his vest and shirt off completely, letting the fabrics fall from the feline's body. John was then pushed against the desk. With his brain still fried from the sheer arousal, John leaned against the desk with his backside sticking out. It was the perfect position.

Putting his claws and strength to good use again, Bull had gotten the cat's pants and underwear off as well. John was still too out of his mind to be angry about the state of his clothes. He snapped out of it somewhat when Bull's hands were groping his asscheeks, spreading them apart to reveal his hole.

"W-wait, I've never done-"

"If your ass is nearly as good as that tongue..." Bull wasn't listening; he had already taken hold of his cock and was smacking it against the housecat's ass. From John's perspective, it felt like someone was whacking him with a cock-shaped pipe rather than an actual erection.

The cock eased off and his cheeks were spread again. John heard the other male spit and felt a splash of sticky warmth against his rim. One of Bull's hands was still pulling on his cheeks to the side while the other was used to grip his cock again, grinding it over the winking entrance.

"Ready, Blacksad?" Bull asked in a low tone.

John wasn't given the chance to answer. The moment he opened his mouth a yowl was forced out of him as his previously untouched tailhole was being uncaringly spread both roughly and quickly. There was no training in the world that could have prepared him for this.

"Fuck! You really are a virgin!" Bull grunted. His cock was fully inside and John could do little more than wince. His complete inexperience in taking anything up his rear made the feelings all the more intense. Bull was just a bit larger than average but it felt as if a steel bat had been jammed into him.

Having no care about how the other male felt, Bull pulled his cock back and then jammed it all back in, smacking his plump balls against John. Through clenched teeth, John huffed. His hands reached out, leaving claw marks as they dragged along the desk's wood. There was nothing more than a single wad of spit and leaking precum to lubricate the way for him. The rat continued pounding his way in, forcing the virgin walls to spread around his plunging shaft.

With more precum leaking out from the uncut tip, it was becoming easier for John to take but he was still feeling the aches and burns from his untrained depths being penetrated and forced to expand around the incoming hard rod. Despite how uncomfortable it was for him, John's cock had gotten hard yet again, twitching and leaking against the hard surface of his desk.

When he heard John starting to moan, Bull was turned on even more. Rocking his hips a few times was enough to make him start sweating again. The smell of sweaty rat was getting stronger, tainting the very air in the office. It was all that John could smell, even the smallest inhale was filling his lungs with the stuff. Breathing in the aroma along with the gradual adjusting of his no-longer-virgin hole was starting to allow him a bit of ease.

He felt the rat take hold of his hips, gripping them roughly to the point that his claws were digging in some. This was just before he started slamming his cock in both harder and faster, rocking John's body against the desk. The sounds heard within the office were the smacks of the rat's body against the cat's backside, paired with grunts and moans both males.

The stimulation from John's hot insides got Bull's cock leaking heavy amounts of pre. Pushing his cock in produced a wet squelching sound. His cock was throbbing, making it feel even harder. Leaning his body forward, Bull put even more effort into his brutal fucking, grinding his sweaty chest against the fur of John's back, marking the other male in his overwhelming manly scent. More and more, the remaining discomfort was being replaced by increasing pleasure until the pinned investigator was openly moaning out, unable to hold back the reactions that came from having various spots poked and bashed against.

"Urgh! Gonna shoot my batch... Fuuckk!" With a final harsh ram inside, Bull kept his cock buried fully inside. His cock swelled, becoming even harder before the first hard jet of cum flew out with force akin to water blasting out of a firehose. The housecat felt several of these hard gushes of hot and musky cum quickly filling up his bowels. John groaned in delight feeling the force that came with every surge of thick rat cum. They remained like that for a bit, both panting and sweating. "And there goes your cherry. You're a new man now, Blacksad. How does it feel?"

John was too busy panting to answer. Bull eased up with a chuckle, pulling his cock free. The cat grunted but remained slumped over the desk, panting heavily. His hole was still twitching and what started out as a few dribbles quickly became thicker oozes that dripped messily onto the ground. He was covered in sweat but a good amount of it was Bull's rubbed into his own pelt. On his face was a smile. Though he hadn't cum, John felt a deep seated sense of satisfaction. While he remained lying against the desk, Bull helped himself to more whiskey.

Getting himself sufficiently buzzed, Bull just needed to take a good look at the cat's freshly used ass. His balls were still full of seed and his cock had only been in a semi-hard state. Now it was fully erect again, twitching and leaking precum.

There was no prep work needed this time. With his hot and thick cum already coating the feline's internal walls, it would be all too easy to pick up where he left off. He got behind John and without warning he shoved his cock in, having one hand outstretched to keep him down while the other was still firmly grasping the neck of the bottle. John was quick to start purring. He hadn't expected a second nor for it to come so soon but when the cock jammed in again there wasn't any pain or discomfort. What he felt was a tingling rush of pleasure that became much stronger as the rat began thrusting into him.

The large quantity of rat spunk allowed the length to slide right into his deepest parts with no trouble at all. This was noticed by both parties and Bull felt at liberty to thrust in with extra force. John gasped and his back arched, having yet another tender spot inside of him bashed by the hot, leaking spire.

He should have known that the rat would have wanted to fuck him again. He just hadn't expected it to be this soon. The spurts of hot rat precum were sending hard shivers up John's spine. With every thrust his hole was feeling all the warmer and sloppier.

Bull let himself really go wild this time. His cock was slamming in hard just like before and his mouth was hanging open, his tongue lolling out as he basked in the warm and wet pleasure of the housecat's body. The wet smacks of his body ramming into John's were even louder now just like their voices were. Bull's plump balls were especially making a lot of noise when they came swinging in, firmly knocking into the other male's backside.

Yet again, John was starting to slip away. The many jabs to his sensitive spots, the moans of pleasure from Bull, and the musk in the air. It had become so hot and dense that the windows were all fogged up, preventing one from looking in or outside of the office. Bull's body was damp with sweat and his musk was fanned out every time he moved his arm upwards to drink from the bottle.

After pumping in for a good while, Bull decided to put the bottle down on the desk. He leaned his body on top of John's practically laying on top of him. In this position he began to lustfully whisper in the cat's ear.

"Maybe I'll fuck that new girlfriend of yours and make you watch. Yeah, I'll pop her like a ripe cherry," Bull taunted. "She won't feel you ever again after me."

John couldn't help but imagine it. His pretty slender girlfriend being ravaged by the grungy, hard edged sewer rat. The idea should have disgusted or enraged him but the mental image of her moaning out underneath the thrusting and grunting rodent, all smelly and covered in sweat. It was turning him on even more.

While his cock was still deep inside, one of Bull's hands reached underneath, taking a rough hold of John's erection. It was squeezed before the hand started pumping up and down. This made John moan out even more. Being fucked hard and having his cock tugged at the same time was just too much for him. Barely lasting thirty seconds, John cried out and sprayed a load against the side of his desk, streaking the wood in thin ropes that began trickling downwards. As John continued releasing his seed, Bull was still thrusting in hard, giving the cat's cock a few more firm tugs.

Feeling the intense clenches of John's tailhole around his pumping shaft, Bull thrust in with greater speed, causing the cat to hiss from the overwhelming pleasure that was forced into him. Rising his body up, Bull focused on shoving his cock in as deeply as could, as hard as he could manage. Timing these powerful plunges to match the rhythm of the hole's squeezing gave him all the more pleasure. Jamming his cock through another clench caused his face to twist into an expression of pure bliss.

Thrusting in one last time, Bull came again with full force inside of John's ass. Thick spurts of hot and strong smelling cum were being pumped directly into the feline's deepest reaches. Load after load was being unleashed from the tip and it all filled up John's ass even more. Bull began to grind himself against the housecat's freshly marked walls, using the added stimulation and pleasure to keep himself shooting, milking out all that he could from his balls.

When he was done, Bull pulled out and finally his cock had gone fully soft. His seed came rushing out from John's stretched hole. John was still panting and moaning from the lingering feelings. He was roughly grabbed and pulled off the desk. Bull then pulled him around. First the rat sat himself down on the office chair before he pulled John up, rudely shoving the cat's head into his armpit.

At first John resisted weakly, being hit with the pure musk of masculine rat. But when he breathed in directly against the damp pit fur, John quickly melted and moaned. Bull pushed his head in closer to the wet cleft and the investigator dared to let himself inhale deeply. The effect hit him right away, making his head spin from how strong it was. It was so thick, making his heart pound and his mouth water. Sweat was soaking into the fur of his face and muzzle. Bull sat back in the chair, a smirk plastered on his face as he felt the warm puffs of his breath against his underarm.

"Yeah, that's good, isn't it? Now get to licking."

Bull dug his claws into John's skin, forcing the feline to open his mouth. That's when he got a very light taste of the rat's damp and hot pit. He again moaned from this, noting that the smell was of course even stronger up close. In any other case he would have found this absolutely disgusting, and yet every breath was filling him with arousal and need. He didn't care what this meant about him now; submitting himself to his own lusts and desires. His tongue willingly dragged along the muggy dampness, getting a full taste for the hot perspiration. The taste was bitter and yet very intoxicating. As soon as his tongue reached the end, he started all over again. The more he licked, the stronger the flavor became on his taste buds. He should have been repulsed by this but as the taste grew more intense, John felt himself becoming all the more addicted to it.

Bull kept John's head in place, sighing as he felt the feline's tongue sweeping along his underarm. It was doing well to clean away his sweat and feeling John's purr against his skin was making him hum as well. The tongue's rough texture combed through the fur, cleaning away so much of the taste at once. When Bull felt he did a good enough job on the first, John was practically drunk on his musk. There was a content smile on the cat's face and he sighed. Bull just smirked and shoved his head into the other pit, he laughed and picked up the bottle again with his free hand, enjoying the buzz along with the warm traces of the cat's tongue. John worked even harder to clean the second pit up, directly moaning against the cleft as he got his taste buds slathered in dense and potent sweat.

When he was satisfied with having his pit licked, Bull let go of the musk-drunk cat, letting him fall to the ground.

"I'm not going anywhere until the rain stops," Bull said firmly. Just outside the cascading weather could still be heard. "But if you need something to keep you busy, you can kiss my tail until I'm ready to fuck you again." On the way Bull had gotten into a skirmish and his tail was still aching a bit from it.

John didn't need to think about it. As soon as he heard the rat suggest it, he got onto his knees again. He reached out and took hold of the thick furless tail. Like the rest of Bull, it was sweaty to the touch and had a clinging musk to it.

Bull was ready to take a final drink from the bottle when he felt a soft and warm touch on his tail. He looked down to see that John was already licking and kissing on it.

"Wait- You're really doing it?" Bull asked before he started laughing. He had just been joking about having his tail kissed. John was putting plenty of effort into it. Bull had to admit that it felt pretty good. He leaned back in the chair and let the cat keep going, feeling tingling waves of unique pleasure radiating from the spot.

John had started at about the center, and moved his way down towards the tail's tip. The whole way he was planting soft kisses upon the slightly rough surface. When he finally reached the end he took Bull by surprise when he began licking all over it. The persisting taste and aroma of rat sweat kept John needy and eager to please. It was easy for him to drift off, gaining satisfaction just from being able to worship the rodent's body. He kept licking but that still wasn't enough for him. Taking things a step further, he put the end of the tail in his mouth and began to passionately suck on it.

The cat was sucking with so much vigor that it could be heard. His tongue was twirling all over the tip and he even began bobbing his head as if he was sucking on Bull's cock again. The sounds of him sucking and licking could be heard against the pattering of the rain outside and Bull's pleasant sighs. At this point the end of Bull's tongue was slathered in warm and wet saliva. John just kept sucking on it as if his life depended on it, completely lost in his need to service the scruffy, smelly rat.

"Mmm..." Bull moaned a bit, feeling the tingles radiating to his cock. It was getting hard again, standing at attention and dripping. "Alright, kitty. Time for round three..."