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Godric sat on his monitoring room, at the second floor of the Playground. Godric was cautious--too cautious. Nobody was allowed up there except for a few trusted persons. The monitoring room was itself not really a monitoring room but rather, his office. Most times were spent there when not busy entertaining a few patrons.

The width of the room was only enough to leave enough breathing space for someone of Godric's size. The length of the office stretching to a few square feet to accomodate the number of the monitors, equal to the cameras that were spread around the establishment and the area around the establishment. The light that illuminated the room did not come from any lightbulb overhead but rather from the monitors themselves.

His eyes browsed through the monitors, the images reflecting on his crimson eyes, checking if there were any trouble--a shady looking cop, an underaged club wannabe, a serial killer--anything. There was none, so he checked for possible causes of trouble.

It had become Godric's nature to always be alert, even if everything was going smoothly--too much could go wrong, he always thought. It was this trait that the Rottweiler's establishment is still standing up until this day, ever since it was established half a decade ago. Underworld businesses like these don't stand up for long, especially in Morality City.

You'd expect that they disappear because of law enforcement. That the Police Department would come knocking at their door with the accusing warrants of arrest for prostitution and human trafficking. But no, even the cops benefits from this, they're regulars--Just as it benefits those pastors and religious priests that spouted their religious nonsense on the first few days of the Playground's opening.

Even they bedded some slaves.

"Hypocrites" Godric had called them.

People would ask why the city was named 'Morality City' in the first place. A promise, it was. By those that went into power. A political promise. That there would be law and order for everyone. That nobody would suffer anymore. That justice would prevail. That those that voted for them would go from_ rags to riches_. They all thought that the election was a lottery, maybe they were right. Sometimes, people win. Most of the time, they don't. They definitely lost.How gullible people are.

The promise was already dead before it was even told to begin with.

With the city's corrupt officials, businesses like these boomed. The industry itself was always in demand. Many attempted to build their own establishments--only to mysteriously shut down a year or two later. Then they'd find the owner's body in a ditch somewhere in the city.

Godric was a survivor.

A proficient businessman who thrives under the dark dealings of Morality City. He had the resources as well as the skills to properly manipulate those resources. Yes, he had death threats before, but with the uncanny use of his intelligence and charisma, he had turned these death threats into partnerships. Previous assassins had turned into his bodyguards who have become more loyal to him than to their real masters.

Godric's prowess won them over, and with just a command, their previous masters' were disposed of with their own servant's hands. Dead. It was no secret that Godric was responsible for some of the deaths in the city. People knew that he was involved, yet he never gets caught. Fingers pointed at him turned to someone else entirely.

It was his allies. Powerful political allies. A few words and a few coins and Godric was out of any legal predicament. Justice and Injustice were puppets that dances in his paws.

A few years under his 30's, the name Godric Lucier was a name to fear in Morality City.

But of course, there are other names to fear.

---

Alexander made his rounds at the Dungeon, his nose already used to the intoxicating smell of the basement, though it still unsettled him sometimes, when dirty thoughts run through his head. He resists, but it wasn't without agony, especially since he keeps hearing men and women's moans in the rooms that he passed through. He was just as used to seeing men and women naked. Though at first, it shocked him. But he had to adjust to it--as long as it was just seeing, not touching.

He came to a stop in front of the door at the very end of the Dungeon. It relieved him to hear that there were no screams from this particular room tonight, at least for the time being. A week ago, he and Ryleigh talked. He had to admit that he anticipated the experience of being in the presence of the Dungeon's Diamond, although more out of curiosity rather than interest. He felt complete pity on the cat at the very moment he laid eyes on him. All vulnerable, used, dirtied, corrupted by those that treated him like a toy.

Even when Alex was appointed up at the club, if he just listened closely through the blaring noise from the speakers, he'd hear everyone talking about the little guy. He was a popular toy. Ryleigh's name became his own brand to sell. Too many people wanted a piece of him, but there was only one Ryleigh to sell.

He became an indisposable part of the dungeon.

No wonder Godric was so strict with letting people near the cat. At first, it struck Alex as peculiar that people had to be screened before they were even allowed to see the cat. HIV checks, mental health checks, background checks--Godric had to know everything before they could get their hands on the cat. The rhino thought that Godric was like a father that was being overprotective of Ryleigh. But it was an absurd way of looking at things.

'If he was being overprotective, then he wouldn't even let those guys touch Ryleigh' Alex thought, 'Greedy bastard' . But he quickly put a cap on that thought. The words might escape his tongue in front of Godric. If that happens, he'd be dead for sure.

Godric showed the list to Alex, the list of names that were approved to see the cat. It frightened the rhino that was actually a list of the people who wanted Ryleigh, but it frightened him more that people were actually lining up to get a piece of the cat's body. If Alex remembered correctly, there was a month worth of people in the list, and tonight there were two or three that were in the line. Ryleigh won't be resting anytime soon.

Out of pity more than compassion, the rhino made it a point to check on the cat when he has the chance to do so. It was a good thing that he was getting more of those chances. Godric appointed him to the Dungeon itself, which was more difficult to watch than the club. People were wild down here and the other workers weren't joking when they said that there were more abuse happening than sex. The Rottweiler wouldn't have put the rhino down here if he hadn't seen Alex's abilities up at the club.

A string of brawls broke out during Alex's first week of working at the Playground. Any normal bouncer would have stopped them with force--as all bouncers do, only to end up joining the brawl itself. This was Morality City after all, people don't easily back down from a fight. It was the rhino's quick-thinking and persuasion rather than his strength that solved most of those fights. That's how he got appointed to the most important job-- the Dungeon. Godric trusted him--enough that the rottweiler doesn't think that Alex would end up molesting Ryleigh like all those other guards did. He was no mere grunt like those other bouncers were.

He was Alexander.

He pulled his hand out to reach the knob and twisted it to open the door. He could've knocked, but he discovered that nobody even knocks on the door here at the dungeon, unless it was that kind of knocking. The door opened and he was greeted with a rush of air carrying with it the potent smell of sex. Alex's nose twitched, and in a second, he adjusted himself to the more heady odor.

Ryleigh was seated at his bed, still naked with his eyes staring curiously at his visitor. He wore his usual innocent mask but he waved it off when he saw that it was no customer.

"Hey," The rhino greeted him, shutting the door behind him, "Can I come in?"

---

"Can I come in?" the rhino asked him.

Ryleigh's tense body loosened up. He sighed, relieved that it wasn't a customer, just the rhino. His body tensed again when he thought that the possibility of the rhino using him came to his head. Last time the rhino touched him, though not in a sexual way. Things could be different this time. But Ryleigh shrugged it off.

It didn't really matter to him anymore whether the rhino would use him like all those other workers in the Playground and the Dungeon. He was used to it. Everyone was a customer, giving his body to them was as ordinary as breathing.

Plus, he wanted a massage.

"As long as you give me a massage" His voice came out in a churlish manner, he was tired of the innocent act.

The rhino chuckled, "You liked it huh?" He walked the few feet between the door and the bed then sat beside the cat, "Where does it hurt?"

The cat could've said 'my ass' but the rhino couldn't really massage that can he? "Everywhere" he said.

"Expected," the rhino said, "Could you lie down? I'll start with your back"

Ryleigh did as he was told, but as soon as he felt a hand at the area just above his rump, he quickly pushed himself up from his position and glared at the rhino with disgust, fangs bared_. Maybe he wasn't so used to it after all._

The rhino's eyes widened, his hands stiff in the air, looking like a man caught stealing something from a grocery store. Ryleigh's chest rumbled in a growl, and his paw muscles flexed to unsheathe the claws underneath. But it was useless, his claws were trimmed to be flat so he couldn't use them against anyone--Godric's precautions for the customers. He was defenseless as a child, and the bulky rhino in front of him could as well beat him like Godric can without much effort.

Recognition flickered in the rhino's eyes, knowing that he should've been more careful at where he touched the cat, "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm," But the cat did not yield, still a tinge of mistrust in his eyes.

The rhino sighed, "Look, if I wanted to do you, then I could've just forced it on you. Look at yourself, you're practically harmless, what would you do with those claws? Scratch me to death?"

A wave of self-consciousness came to the cat, the rhino was right. With a disapproving groan, the cat unsheathed his cursed claws and frowned at Alex, "I'm still watching you" he said, although he turned over and lay flat on the bed again, letting the rhino have his way with him.

"And Godric's watching us. Don't worry, if I even touch my zippers for a little bit, he'd be here in a minute," He said, and started with the cat's shoulders. Ryleigh's muscles were as tense as they were a week ago. His time of relaxing at his beloved tub was almost useless, seeing that Godric fucked him senseless just a few minutes after the rhino left him alone.

"Does Godric approve of this?"

"With me massaging you?"

The cat scoffed, "No, with you touching me"

The rhino chuckled, "As long as it's not in a sexual way,"

The cat whimpered in pleasure when the rhino's fingers caught a certain tangled knot in his shoulders, and this drew a smile on Alex's face. He just wished that this moment of comfort would last a long time for him. Alex even found himself absorbing the cat's mood. But he knew that this wouldn't last, so he just let the cat savor it for now.

"You know...Godric's really fond of you"

"Mhm" The cat hummed, "He's really fond of my mouth and ass" He sniggered

"That's not what I was talking about" The rhino said, moving his hands up at Ryleigh's neck, "You're getting more than a special treatment you know"

"That's because I'm the best here" The cat buried his face deeper in the bed, giving the rhino more access to the length of his neck, "Nobody has the right to complain. It's my skill alone that got me to where I am now"

"You're full of yourself," the rhino muttered, and he regretted it as fast as he said it. He felt the cat's neck muscle's tense at the comment, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that,"

The cat sighed, "Don't worry, I know that. Maybe that's why not much people like me" Not unless they're looking for a quickie.

The rhino understood what he was saying. In the Dungeon, anybody would envy the special privileges that Ryleigh gets. Maybe they envied him because he had that warm tub to relax to if he has the chance... or maybe it was because Ryleigh doesn't get a physical beating from Godric unlike the others do. But then again, they never saw how much the cat abhors the rottweiler's abuse, and Godric never seem to get enough of Ryleigh.

Everyday was a torture.

"Don't you ever get tired of it?"

Ryleigh sighed, remembering that the rhino asked a similar question just a week ago, "Always"

"And yet you don't do anything about it,"

"Are you even allowed to talk about that? Godric can see us you know?"

The rhino chuckled, "I've been to the monitor room, the cameras aren't equipped with any audio systems"

"Audio system?" The cat asked,

The rhino mentally slapped himself. He almost forgot that the cat had been here for almost half of his life. He barely knew anything about this world except for--He didn't want to think about it, but it escaped his head nonetheless. All the cat knew was...to pleasure.

It wasn't something to be proud of.

He tried feeling the cat's body through his hands, no muscles tensed--maybe the cat wasn't at all offended. It was just a curious question. Alex just had to be careful with his words around the cat, "He can't hear us" he said, "He can only see us"

"I see--yes, that feels good" Ryleigh moaned, not noticing that it was the same area that Alex touched the first time. He certainly was getting more comfortable.

"Do you want to get out?"

Though Ryleigh's face was buried in the bed's sheets, a questioning look still washed on his face, "Where are you going with this?"

"Nothing...Just small talk"

"Again?" Ryleigh said, perplexed at the idea of the rhino's 'small talk'. Ryleigh could get in trouble with Godric for even trying to talk about getting out, even though it's pretty much impossible. But then again, he thought, he's got nothing to lose. It's Alex who'd get in trouble for talking to the cat about such things.

But... if what he says is true? That Godric can't hear them, then hell, Ryleigh's gonna enjoy this. It was only now that the cat learned that the rottweiler couldn't hear their conversations. That was why he'd been a little bit discreet with what he says--even though some words would slip his tongue. Sometimes.

Maybe most of the time.

Then a thought hit him.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The rhino stopped his massage briefly at the cat's back, as if startled by the cat's question, then resumed again, "Tell you what?"

"About the thing about the cameras" Ryleigh said, "You shouldn't be telling me about that in the first place. You could get in trouble--ahh" his sentence was momentarily stopped by the rhino's massage, then he resumed, "Y-you're not looking to get punished by Godric are you--or are you masochistic?" Big word for the cat.

Alex chuckled at the cat's babbling, "Godric can't know, he can't even hear us--not unless you tell him," he said leaning forward into the cat's ears and whispering, as if their life depended on this secret, "Can I trust you with this?"

'Trust...' Ryleigh thought.

He just stayed silent, thinking. The subject was complex to him. Trust was not something that came easy to him. Mistrust, however, came too easily.

Trust and Mistrust were always at odds in Ryleigh's mind. Years of use and abuse made the cat lose his ability to trust. He was like a kid back then. People being nice to him was like that sweet piece of candy that any child craved for.

But it was all a bait.

They all were.

Even this one. He just knew it.

"You can," his tone was dry, just as dry as the reality behind the words.

Alex nodded, and he stayed silent for a while, letting the cat relax. A few rubs and squeezes later, he spoke again "Look...I know that it's hard to trust people--me, after all you've been through" He stopped for a second, then took a deep breath. Ryleigh's face was buried in the bed, and he couldn't see the rhino's expression, but he knew that this talk seemed to take a whole lot out of Alex.

"What if I gave you an offer that you can't refuse?"

That got the attention of Ryleigh. Although the cat thought that there was nothing that he could gain from the rhino, Alex's tone made him pay attention. The cat wiggled his back to make the rhino stop massaging him and he did. Pushing himself off the bed. He sat facing Alex, eyes narrowed at the rhino's own.

"What could you possibly give me that I won't be able to say no to?"

"Your freedom"

The absurdity of the rhino's offer almost made the cat choke on his breath, "That's stupid!" The rhino's offer was a dangerous one. It was more than just a secret that would get both of them in trouble. It was a secret that could get both of them killed!

The rhino looked straight at his eyes, and the cat tried to read if the rhino was just messing with him, tricking him. But he couldn't read nor feel what the rhino was thinking. "It is, isn't it?" Alex's tone was serious, "But don't you want to get away from it all?"

Ryleigh didn't have to think about what his answer would be, his answer escaped his mouth even without thinking about it, "I do, I really do...but--"

"You're scared to"

Ryleigh admitted it, "Yes...I am...Aren't you?"

The enigmatic face of the rhino turned lighter, a smile curved up his lips, "Of course I am," the rhino answered, "I know you're scared of Godric, but what if you really do escape?"

That means no more people using Ryleigh for sex.

But...

"What if we fail?" Ryleigh asked, almost pleadingly.

"Then let's just say that we're both gonna get into trouble" Alex chuckled, but there was a tinge of discomfort in it.

"But--"

"Think about it for now, remember, it's your freedom"

Freedom.

Ryleigh almost never thought about it, he had to--after the many escape attempts from before. Godric made sure that Ryleigh never did it again. Those were the times that the rottweiler was really rough on the cat. It was a lesson that he'd never forget. Ryleigh swore to never try to escape again. It came to the point that thinking about trying to escape was painful. But those times, he was alone.

This time though. He wasn't.

The only question is...

"Why do this for me?"

The rhino didn't answer. He wasn't telling the cat that part yet. The rhino stood up then was bound for the door when the cat held his hand and pleaded the 'Why's' repetitively.

The only answer that the rhino gave was, "Because someone cares for you"

---

The cat lay blindfolded at the bed, unable to see anything. Only hear, feel. Touch. He could still move, but the furs around him only allowed him to do one thing for them.

Pleasure them.

Small, delicate paws stroked a cock, using it's fingers to trace the veins around the shaft and up to the bulbed head. Pawpads rubbed against the slick head, the slick beads smearing the paw wet and is further spread with every motion that the paw's thumb makes.

The expert's other paw was doing the same thing to another cock, the throbbing meat producing a torrential amount of pre, white bubbles oozed with every stroke.

Schlop, schlop.

The sounds were heard from every movement of both paws, accompanied by the moans of the Masters.

"F-fuck," One of the Masters managed to say amidst the pleasure, "Faster, f-f-fuck, faster!"

"B-but Master!" Schlop, schlop "I can't--mmmgggfffhhh!" The cat--Ryleigh was about to say, 'I can't keep up any longer!'--just to turn them on a little, but he was silenced when another Master's cock entered his vacant muzzle.

"Shut up you piece of shit!" the Master said, "You're better off using your mouth to suck my dick, slut!"

"Mmmmmfffggghhh!" Ryleigh made another inaudible sound in his muzzle and the Master responded with a grin while burying his cock deeper into the cat's muzzle. Silken passage gave way to the meat, the saliva combining with the Master's precum as the cat enveloped his tongue around it. He tasted it, savored it. The Master's precum was salty, and Ryleigh milked for more, needy, hungry.

His long tongue teased the cock head, and he felt the cock spurt another wave of pre to his tongue. He skillfully receded his teeth away from the meat and helped his Master do the pleasuring. The pulsating meat buried itself deeper into his muzzle until it bumped into his throat's tense muscles. His throat tightened at the contact, and he supressed coughing the cock out.

"Cock too much for you bitch!?"

Ryleigh felt a stab of pain when the Master's paw slapped his ballooned cheek, muzzle-full of cock. The cat's eyes moistened and a tear fell down from his writhing face, "Mmmmmggghhh!!" Another of his inaudible moans, partenered with the tears, his Masters are sure to get more out of the sex.

"Take it down slut!" The Master whose cock Ryleigh was sucking said again,

The prostitute's years of experience kicked in and while, faking more tears in his eyes, he relaxed his throat muscles and the meat eased in, the cat's softer throat passage rubbed against the entering dick, and Ryleigh felt his pulse emanate with the pulse of the submerged cock. It was when the balls of the Master touched Ryleigh's nose that he knew that he had done it. Breathing through his nose, Ryleigh almost fainted when the musk overtook all of his senses. His pupils shot up and his eyelids twitched in delight from the strong and male scent of his Master.

"That's it boy, take it all in!" Ryleigh did not know whether he was pertaining to his smell or his cock.

Ryleigh just took in both.

The Master started bucking his hips and both the cat's throat and muzzle's silky passageway permitted the cock to come and go. Every entry and exit making the cock and Ryleigh more wet with the pre and his saliva mixing together. Everytime the Master hilted his cock down his throat, the Master's balls hit Ryleigh's nose with a pop.

Pop. Pop. Pop. The Master thrusted and Ryleigh sniffed for more, tasted for more of that masculine scent and with every smell that he took of the maleness, he feverishly lapped his tongue at the Master's cock.

"Fuck you're really good!" The Master complimented his slut

"B-boss" one of the Masters whose cock Ryleigh was thumbing called the mouth-fucking Master, "I-I-ugggghhh- I-I want a turn on his mouth!"

"Shut up bastard, this slut's mouth is mine!" their boss growled at them,

"A-at least let us have his ass" The other Master begged,

"No you idiot! That's reserved for--" Just then, the creak of the door disturbed them and Ryleigh heard a voice say, "I'm sorry--oh, you've already started without me?"

The other Master's boss said, "Shut up and fuck him, we reserved his ass for you!"

"For us, you mean?"

'Shit' Ryleigh almost stopped lapping his tongue and jacking the two cocks off, 'Two more!?'

"Do you mind if my son joins us?" Ryleigh could hear the amuse in the fur's voice,

'Disgusting fuck, you even brought your son into this shithole?!' Ryleigh thought,

Amidst the fucking, Ryleigh felt a tinge of concern for the new Master's son. Hatred and disgust, welled up in him, he felt the urge to bite at the other Master's cock, but he thought against it. Another emotion...guilt, welled up in him. The thought of himself being the part of the reason why the other Master's would be corrupted was like a stab to his gut. Even though this wasn't the first time this has happened. That he'd be the reason--he was the reason why all those young furs changed to lust-crazed sex beasts that never seemed to get enough of fucking every minute.

Ryleigh was more of a pig than a cat.

"Dad, do we even need to ask for permission? I--Shit, I'm already hard, let's just get it on!"

A loud laughter, a boisterous one echoed at the room, and all stopped with what they're doing.

"That's my boy" Ryleigh heard a hand make a loud tap on something--the son's shoulder probably. He heard footsteps, coming close, to him, it's only a few more seconds until these two would unzip their pants.

Nothing came.

Silence.

Ryleigh tried to search, despite the two cocks in his paws and the cock in his muzzle, Ryleigh looked for the two new furs. His blindfolded eyes, darted left and right, as if that would help him see anything, but there was nothing.

Nothing! Left--right--left--nothing!

...

"You're in for a world of pain"

'NO!'

Ryleigh tensed, both his paws held tighter on the meats, his throat clenching around the embedded cock, and the air went out of him. He coughed and realigned himself, breathing through his nose and resisting the tightening reflex to prevent himself from choking.

'It was the son!'

Ryleigh heard the voice, at first he thought that it was the father who spoke, but the deeper voice did not match the light one that whispered in his ear. It took him less than a second to know that it was the son.

He was already lost.

"_Shit! H_e's biting me!" Ryleigh heard the Master snarling through his words,

"Uggghh--Release me you bitch!" a moan escaped the Master and the cat felt something wet--from the feeling of it, spit, only making Ryleigh tense more. Then he felt rude, forcing hands on his muzzle, fingers and nails dug on the furred skin, the palm of the Master covering his nose.

Ryleigh felt a tear at his skin, the sharpness of nails surely drew blood. He gasped for breath--somewhere, nowhere--his muzzle was full and the Master's paws prevented him from breathing on any air.

He had to let go.

He resigned, and as soon as the Master pulled out, he tried gasping for air through his vacant mouth, but felt something gripping them close together, he heard a someone growl, "You've disobeyed your Master you little shit" The paws holding his muzzle shut were unkind, not even caring that Ryleigh's fangs were biting his own tongue.

Ryleigh droned, the uncomfortable sounds he's making fell on uncaring ears. The claws on his muzzle and his fangs at his tongue only edged him more. The shutting paws gripped tighter, pushed harder. Ryleigh's throat vibrated as he wailed through his bleeding muzzle and tongue. Under his blindfolds, real waters materialized, further moistening the cloth.

Ryleigh felt a tug at his occupied paw. Another paw, removing his paw from gripping at the cock, "Boss, he's crying!" The Master blurted, "Stop that!"

"This?" The Master's grip came tighter, and just like that, the cat felt his serrated fang pierce through the flesh that it was biting.

He screamed.

"MMMMMMFFFGGGGGGHHH!"

'STOP!'

"MMFFFGGGHHH!" Ryleigh's throat knawed with every muffled scream that he made, and his own claws unsheated themselves, the seizing paws clawed at the other Masters' penises, but the Master withdrew it quickly. With no other fur to redirect his pain to, the cat thrashed, unsheathed claws lashing at unseen furs, whom he's very sure was sneering at this point--turned on.

Laughter boiled through the room, three furs--The one holding his muzzle, the father and the son.

It went on like this for many minutes, Ryleigh still thrashing while the three cackled. Every minute passing by meant that more blood seeped through his pierced tongue, and Ryleigh cried more. The stains--tears and blood matted his fur, if only Ryleigh could see himself right now, he knew that he would see a pathetic, bloodied cat. He was thankful that he was blindfolded because if he were to see himself like this then he would forever see himself fouled and dirty.

Several minutes later, Ryleigh fully gave up, as he always did. He has already done his job, bleeding for them, crying for them, screaming for them.

Turning them on.

The warm up was finished, and the main part of the show was just starting.

Through the mirth of the three crooked Masters, one of them finally spoke up--The son, "You two, cuff him" he commanded them, and Ryleigh knew that he was talking to the one whom he's jacking off earlier, "You, release him, slut's bloody like hell, we don't have any use for that anymore" The cat knew that he was talking about his muzzle, because the other Master's paw loosened and finally let Ryleigh breathe out of his muzzle again.

The moment that he was able to breathe, he tasted the air--something rusty. He realized that he was tasting his own blood through his tongue. From how pungent and strong it was, Ryleigh measured that he'd bled... alot.

He breathed, smelt and tasted his blood, winced at the pierced flesh that was his tongue, felt the wetness that was spread throughout his body: his precum soaked paws, his bleeding muzzle, the leaking on his own penis.

Despite of the heat in the room, he shuddered. In any second now he would be unable to do anything, paralyzed with no control over his own body.

No control of what they would do to him.

All he could do was listen. The three furs have already stopped their cackling, and that only scared Ryleigh more. There was a stretched serenity in the room--underneath, he knew, was chaos. The silence unsettled him, knowing that he would be cuffed, but the question was when?

'They're playing games with me' He thought, and he knew that he should be playing along them. But these three--they're worse than any other Masters that Ryleigh entertained before.

Wicked and selfish.

Ryleigh contemplated whether he should play the_ writhing slave_. But feared that things may get worse for him. If he played along, then would they be satisfied and just fuck him without doing any abuse, or would they hurt him more? Ryleigh knew that it was the latter.

His ears perked when a ringing, like a metal chain being dragged across the floor caught his ear.

Cuffs.

"Boss, let's stop this, please!" One of the two other furs pleaded,

If only Ryleigh wasn't so messed up right now, then he would have smiled and cried. He was thankful that these other two Masters were being considerate of the cat. The cat knew that these were amateurs, and maybe they didn't even want to be here. Maybe they were just dragged along with their boss and they couldn't refuse.

On the downside, the cat wished that they never came here, because he knew that it wouldn't be long that these guys would become like their boss. In a week's time, these amateurs would be domineering and abusive. Corrupted.

Ryleigh wished that they would leave, for their own good.

"You sissy fuck!" A sound like a fist connecting with something hard broke the silence of the room along with the Master's yelling. Their boss must have punched one of them.

Ryleigh heard a sound of shuffling feet, the other must have helped him up, but decided to speak nothing of it. Ryleigh almost growled through his bloodied muzzle but knew better than to show hostility to his Masters. He pitied the amateur. He was just trying to help Ryleigh and he got punished for it.

Another fist hit another mark, "You sissy bitch, I drag you here with me as a reward and this is how you thank me?!" Ryleigh heard the Master spit on the amateur.

An impending wave of guilt washed over Ryleigh. This was all his fault. If only he hadn't bitten their boss, then this wouldn't happen in the first place. He had to do something, something to help them, a subtle gratitude for the amateur's attempt to comfort him.

He had to do something!

"M-M-Master..." _Ryleigh cried out, trembling, "P-please...don't make me wait" Ryleigh gasped for breath, a horny groan rumbling from his throat, "I-I want you to fuck me..._please, I can't take it anymore"

"Gahahahahahaha" The Master laughed, Ryleigh knew that he succeeded.

He'd be taking taking the punishment that was meant for the amateur now.

"You hear that Everett?" There was amuse in the Master's voice, "He wants to get fucked!" Then a laugh escaped from him again, after a few seconds, the laughter died down and he felt the Master lean down his muzzle near his ear, "But sorry little slut, Everett's not gonna fuck you. I've got my Boss here with his son, and" he felt the Master grin, "They're quite big down there. Now I would've let them deal with you in opposite ends, but now that you're mouth's all bloody, that wouldn't be possible anymore, is it?"

"Shit, Keenan, let's just get this over with!" The son complained.

"Hear that? They're quite impatient, and they'd never let the other go first, father and son they may be" The fur's breath on Ryleighs ears disappeared for a moment then the Master spoke, "You two, cuff him. Now." he commanded the two, and without any more complaints coming from the amateurs, they did. Ryleigh felt their presence and the two's paws settled the cuff on his wrist and connected it with the locking end.

Ryleigh took this opportunity to thank them, "Thank you," he whispered and he wished that even just one of them got the message: That he was thanking them for trying to help him. For trying to protect him for the inevitable monstrosities that these Masters will do to him.

Ryleigh savored the presence of the two who just seemed to be standing there, feeling their innocent warmth. They hung on to his cuffed hands for a few seconds. Ryleigh wondered what they were waiting for, perhaps they were waiting for further instructions. Maybe the pitied the cat and they just wanted to comfort him, even if it's only a moment._He felt one of them lean on his ear and whispered, "We're _sorry" He felt both of them squeeze on his paws then they let go and their comforting presence were gone.

"Dammit Keenan! I--"

"Patience Robbie!" The Master silenced the son, "You two! Out!"

He must have been pertaining to the amateurs, Ryleigh listened for any sound of punches or kicks, thankfully there were none. He heard the creaking of the door as it opened and it made the same creaking noise as it was shut close.

Silence again.

Ryleigh listened for anything that was happening between the three furs. He heard one of them panting, inhaling and exhaling. It was getting faster by the second, Ryleigh wondered whether one of them was pleasuring themselves, but he recognized that it was different from what he knew were horny breaths.

"Keenan, calm yourself" Ryleigh heard the father say, "It's not good for you to get angry,"

"Shit, I know--Damn those two, I--I...fuck" He breathed for air,

"Why don't you step out for now? We'll take over from here"

"I--"

"Keenan." The tone of the father was commanding, "Robbie, show him to the door please," The son whined but Ryleigh figured that he obeyed, because Ryleigh heard the creaking of the door again as it opened, then slam shut.

A sigh escaped from one of the furs, "Finally" It was the son, "Time for some fucking, kid"

The cat heard one of them approach him, he felt a presence in front of him, "You're gonna love what we're about to do to you" The father said

The cat felt something hot hit his cheek. Behind the blindfolds, he narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what it was. The cat moved his face around, brushing the thing across his cheek and letting his nose touch it. He took a whiff of it and the instant it's scent overrode the smell of rustic blood, Ryleigh knew what it was.

"Smell it, slut" The father said, "Or did you want to look at it?"

"Yes!" Ryleigh blurted before he even knew what he said, although it was more because he hated the blindfold rather than because he wanted to see it. He really sounded like a slut.

The father did as promised and he used his finger to trace the blindfold's knot, the fur had to lean in a bit, making the thing rub more on Ryleigh's face.

The cat had to admit, the father smelled good, it was pure musk--maleness without any hint of piss. The cat loved nothing more than the pure smell of men in heat.

If only these guys would be gentle.

Ryleigh sniffed for more, rubbing his nose on the length and taking more of that intoxicating scent. He could feel it throbbing. It pumped with more blood with every pulse that sizzles through the wholeness of it's length, feeling the heat through it's contact with his cheeks. His cheeks burned with pleasure and he nuzzled on the length some more.

"Slut likes my dick huh?" The father said, still trying to undo the knots behind his head. The cat felt the father scratch him softly behind the ears, Ryleigh purred in delight.

The cat felt something else slap on his other cheek, "How bout mine little boy?" The son said,

"Now now, Rob, he can't really tell without seeing it, can he?"

With that, the father pulled the blindfold off of Ryleigh's eyes. Ryleigh squinted his eyes a bit, his vision still a little blurry from the whole time that he was blindfolded as well as from the tears that smeared his eyes. His vision returned, although everything that he was seeing was black. He realized a second later that the father and son's cocks were completely blocking his view.

He looked up to see the identical green eyes of the father and son, filled with lust and desire. They were black horses, their white teeth gleamed as they grinned at Ryleigh. The cat could not really tell how tall they were or how big they were, all he knew was that they were big and long...down...here.

"Like what you see, little fella?" The son asked, who looked like a younger version of his father. Still, the cat did not answer, trying to spot the difference between the two Masters. The only difference that Ryleigh could make out between them was that there were streaks of white in the mane of the father, as well as the father's voice was more, sharp, and mature. He had to know which one was which, it would help him act accordingly.

Ryleigh's job had just begun. Now he had to act like a slut.

The cat licked his lips, wetting the dried blood once again, his face writhing a little bit due to a needle of pain from his tongue, "Master... my tongue hurts, and...you're big" Ryleigh whispered, "I-I don't think I can take you"

Father and son looked at each other, the son's brows raising and the father nodded, Ryleigh had no idea what the silent exchange was about, but Ryleigh knew that it wasn't good, because the son was grinning at him like a devil.

Ryleigh found the son's cock leaving his face as the son kneeled down and stared at Ryleigh, eye-to-eye, "Slave, do you want to feel good?"

'Fuck off, I'm no slut'

The cat writhed in mock sexual discomfort, grinding his erect cat penis on the bed, he exhaled a wave of air along with a moan, his hot breath hitting the son's face, and he saw the horse twitch in pleasure, "Yes...Robbie" he whispered the son's name, "Please...Master, I need it" he writhed some more

"You mean this?" Robbie's hands gripped his father's cock which was laying on Ryleigh's cheek, the fingers of Robbie, unable to fully close in around the thickness of the father's cock,

"Ugghhh...Fuck, Robbie" The father moaned, his hips bucked in reflex and the length of his cock slid along the surrounding paw of Robbie. Some precum spurted and landed on Ryleigh's eyes.

'Pervert'

"You want to suck on this dick?" Robbie mocked Ryleigh, "Well neither any of us are willing to get sucked with that bloody mouth of yours, you won't be able to do... this,"

Robbie lolled the whole of his tongue out and buried his nose on his father's crotch. He sniffed and breathed out on the exposed orbs, the father's cock twitch at the contact, "F-fuck, Robbie, stop teasing me" The father begged,

Ryleigh darted his eyes on the father's face. Beads of sweat were forming around his face, saliva dripping from his flapping tongue.

'Look who's the slut now?'

"Oh Cedrick, where's the fun in that?" The son spoke his father's name and observed the horny expression of his father, he turned his attention back at the dripping cock, half of it's long black and brown length wet with the liquid, "You've always tasted good father, I've always loved licking you...like this," Robbie drew his tongue outwards under the hanging orbs of the father, then he wiggled his tongue around, exploring every inch of circumference of the huge musky orbs.

The cat could only stare, now, a genuine pant of horniness escaping his muzzle, his eyes followed Robbie's tongue as it moved, lapped and licked at his own father's balls. The younger horse opened his muzzle wider and rolled his tongue under one testicle and pulled them in his mouth. The sound of suckling, schlopping, and the father's moaning filling the room.

'Dis...gusting' Ryleigh thought, forcefully. A stirring in cat penis betrayed his thoughts. Blood pumped harder, faster onto his cat penis every time he heard the suckling of the father's balls everytime that tongue engulfed those huge globes. He had the urge to look away, but his eyes refused to move. He couldn't take his eyes off of the lovemaking between the father and son.

Enticing.

"Suck my cock Robbie!" The father commanded the son,

'No...Let...Me...Suck--No!' Ryleigh became conscious of his thoughts, slowly betraying him as well. Ryleigh tried to control himself, gritting his teeth and biting his lip.

Despite how much his mind and body was craving for the two horses, he held on to his will, like he always did. He won't break! He doesn't want to be like those other slaves that loved what they're doing. To Ryleigh, they're no different to being a slut. He didn't want to be a slut!

But he's just denying himself. Defensive. Lying.

"Robbie! I need it, plea--"

"No father. That's not my job" Robbie cut off Cedric, then he turned his attention back to Ryleigh, mocking the cat by licking his own lips, those lips that just sucked on those godly orbs.

Robbie leaned against Ryleigh's neck and bit on the cat's ear softly, he whispered "I can help you little slave, I can give you what you want..." He nibbled on the cat's ears again, "Just do what I tell you to," Robbie leaned back against his own weight and Ryleigh looked at the horse's exposed tongue. When did he get those? There was a gel of some sort atop the pink flesh, the cat did not know what it was, but he had an idea that he should be reaching for it.

"I-it's aloe vera gel," Cedric managed to say despite of his horned frenzy, "It'll help your tongue heal--Just, please take it!"

But before Cedric even finished, the cat had already taken the pink flesh by his own tongue. A look of satisfaction was evident on Robbie's eyes as the cat molested the tongue, craving for the aloe vera gel on his own. The horse leaned in and took the back of the cat's head with his hand, pulling him in into a kiss.

'No...stop' Ryleigh's mind begged, but his body wouldn't listen.

Ryleigh did not mind nor did he notice that this was the first time that a Master begged for something from him. His mouth parted and he gave the horse entry onto his muzzle, tongue playing with the horses' whom was having his own adventure inside Ryleigh's maw. The warmth of Robbie's tongue, forced it's way in, deeper, then pulling out. Ryleigh licked the tip of Robbie's tongue, sliding the flesh under it and Robbie used the momentum to flick his tongue up and lick the roof of Ryleigh's maw.

Ryleigh shuderred, the pain in his tongue no longer there and completely lost at expert tongue of the horse, "Mfffgghh" The cat moaned, a new kind of heat entering his body, he felt his sheathe expand further, his cat penis throbbing harder as the heat descended down the tip of his cock.

Robbie withdrew his tongue from the cat's maw and Ryleigh found himself flapping his tongue through the air, wanting more of the horse.

'Stop...it'

"You should feel the effects of the aloe vera in your tongue now,"

"Please...Your tongue...Robbie, don't stop"

'STOP!'

Robbie laughed, "And I guess the other drug that we added is effective as well," he grinned, "We call it Rocket"

"Other...drug?" Ryleigh meant to ask but what came out was a whisper, somehow, his body felt weak. Eyes were unfocused, all that he could see were the cocks in front of him, throbbing, pulsing, wet with pre, needing to get sucked.

The Slave needs some cock.

"You feel it don't you?" It was the father who spoke, "I took some of it myself, maybe you're feeling what I'm feeling right now, although we put more of it in you. It's there isn't it? Can you feel the heat through your body? Every muscle, every skin, the WHOLE of your body begging to be touched?"

'The heat through my body...' The cat heard the words. It's there alright. Ryleigh could feel it. His heart beat faster, pumping hot blood through his veins all throughout his body, the heat making him sweat like crazy. His muscle tensed, he tried to adjust his positions in the bed but he just couldn't find any position that would comfort him.

His mind could not think of anything except for the studly horses in the room with him. Through clouded eyes, he searched for the father and son's cocks, thankful enough, they were there. Hands were stroking both cocks in a slow fashion, up and down. The hands moved across the length up to the tip then back down at the base. With every stroke, leaking more pre on the head, smearing the owner's hand wet.

Ryleigh tried to reach out, but the cuffs wouldn't let him move even an inch, but still, the cat tried, pushing his arms forward, he kicked his feet, but the sheets slid down and the Slave found himself facedown in the bed again. He stood up and found the bed wet with his own saliva and warm sweat. Looking up, he saw the father and son--The Masters smirking at him.

'Please...Ryleigh, you're not a slut' His will told him, but his will was desperate. Trying to convince Ryleigh to stop,_ 'This is not what you want! This is just a job! YOU'RE NOT A SLUT!'_

Ryleigh gritted his teeth and looked down at the ground, refusing to look at the lustful temptations in front of him. He bit his tongue, but even the force behind the bite was weak. Was this the effect of the drug? Or was this how weak his will is? He heard Robbie spoke, "You want this?" Ryleigh knew he was pertaining to their horse cocks.

A moment of silence.

Followed by the crumbling sounds of the breaking of his will.

...

And he has lost it.

"I WANT BOTH OF YOU! PLEASE MASTER! FUCK ME!"

Ryleigh was no longer acting. The desire was real. The lust was real. He was no longer acting as a sex slave, he IS a sex slave. A prostitute--a slut! Begging to get fucked. He didn't even care that the Masters drugged him. Or maybe he didn't care because he was drugged already. Nonetheless, all he wanted at this point was...

'Fuck me' His thoughts and actions were one and the same now. Ryleigh is gone.

"You want this?" Robbie said again, this time, he kneeled in front of his father and gave a slight lick at the horse cock's shaft, "You know...my father taste's really good, it'd be a shame if you wouldn't be able to even lick him"

Powered by the lust that the burning blood in his veins, a burst of rage and envy welled up in his head, the Slave shouted, "PLEASE MASTER! STOP IT! I WANT IT! IN ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" The Slave panted, saliva spilling down his neck and down his bed through.

The son ignored him and just went on with licking his father's cock. He moved upwards and gave a kiss on his father's cock head, "Mmmffggg...Shit son, that feels good"

"You hear that? Slave? He likes me sucking him! ME!" Robbie taunted the Slave. The son licked the precum leaking from the head, and made a snort through his nostrils, "Fuck, dad, you really taste--mmfffgghh" The horse spread his muzzle open and went down on his father, burying the half of the pole in his throat.

"FUCK!" Cedric moaned, he took hold of his son's mane. He panted, trying to recollect himself through the pleasure of his son's muzzle down his cock. Then reeled his son's mouth off of his cock, "No more teasing son. He's ready"

"Was that an excuse, father? I thought you were about ready to come--"

"NOW!" Cedric interrupted, a little annoyed by his son's excessive teasing. Without saying another word, the father positioned himself in front of the needy Slave, a frown in his face.

The Slave who had more than enough of his share of the son's teasing, tried to reach out, forgetting that he was still cuffed at the bed, "Master--" The Slave tried to speak, but he found a finger placed on his muzzle, silencing him, "Patience child"

The Slave huffed, he found himself bucking his cat penis on the bed, dowsing it with his precum. His patience has run short many moments ago, he gave a pleading look at Cedric, begging for him to hurry up.

The Slave stared at Cedric's eyes, seeing that he had the same unfocused eyes that he did, "Key" he said to Robbie, then the son obeyed, putting the key on his father's paws. And in less than a second, the cuffs were off the Slave.

As soon as the cuffs came off, the Slave pounced atop of Cedric and they fell on the floor. Cedric did not resist nor complain, he was in every bit the same as Ryleigh who had desires that needs be quenched.

The cat bolted straight for Cedric's testicles, burying his nose and sniffing the aroma of the sweaty maleness, it filled the Slave's nostrils and he found himself craving for more of the musk. He sniffed one, two, three, the more he took, the more he needed.

He wasn't gonna get satisfied with just the smell, he wanted to take it in. He growled and bared his fangs, and took a small nip of the warm skin, drawing his tongue out and made small licks, enticing a moan from the Master, "F-fuck this kid's good" The Master laid his hand on the cat's head and scratched behind his ear. The Slave purred, he opened his muzzle wider and made continuous flicks of his tongue along one orb, savoring the salty taste of his Master's sweaty testicle. His expert paw drew the other into his palm and he cupped and rolled it around.

The cat found himself being pulled by Cedric by the scruff to face him, "Suck my dick, boy"

And he did. With a lustful grunt, the Slave descended and took the horse dick by the head, licking the beads of pre coming out from the head's slit. He suckled on it, and breathed the heavy smell of his Master. He made circular motions with his tongue, swirling the flesh all around the meat's head.

"Well don't forget about me," Robbie reminded them, although none of them paid attention. The only thing paying attention to the son was his own paws, which have done a good job of smearing his pre all over his angry dick. It excreted more of the liquid. He observed the_ Slave's_ face, eyes were closed, nose, sniffing Cedric's scent while licking and suckling at the thick cock head.

Robbie found himself crawling towards the two sexually crazed furs, his own body on a heating strife, an effect of taking the drug himself. His manhood ached to be inside of the cat, losing it's flaccid state and is now fully hard, extending towards the floor. His own mouth overflowed with saliva, the excess trickling down his tongue. He found his own hands reaching for the cat's rump, thumbs massaging them and sliding towards the puckered hole. Using both of his fingers from opposite hands, he stretched the fleshy hole open.

The_ Slave's_ tailhole stretched open strong finger's prodding, enticing a moan from his occupied muzzle and this made the cat more hornier than he already was. He started bobbing his head on the father's cock, taking in the massive black cock inch-by-inch every time his muzzle went down on it. By the time the head hits the entrance of his throat, his slutty experience kicks in and the Slave found himself easily relaxing his burning throat's muscles. He moaned as er was rewarded by feeling the wetness and heat of the Master's girth fill him up.

"Halfway there Slave, go on"

The Slave obeyed. He found himself having difficulties swallowing more of the Master. The deeper he took it, the thicker it felt on his throat, He tried to relax but was distracted when a moist object hit his hole.

"Mmmmfffggghhh, Grrr--mmfffgghh" Robbie growled as he assaulted the Slave's tailhole with his tongue, it made it harder to concentrate on deepthroating his other Master. A myriad of pleasurable sensations crawled through the whole of the Slave's body as the younger Master's tongue drilled the cat's tailhole vigorously. The Slave moaned as he felt his wet hole give way to the strong flesh that dared enter his abused anal caverns.

The cat whimpered while taking more of the older Master's pole deeper into him. It was the first time that the Slave had had any difficulty in pleasuring two Masters at once. The blistering heat inside his body and from the father and son unsettled the Slave to the point that he could not concentrate on two sensations. It felt like everything's new to him again, or rather, everything that was new to him was quite foreign and unfathomable. Each sensation was backed up by a thousand other sensations. Was this the drug's effect?

A sudden urge to paw himself off filled the Slave's body. It was in over his head and the heat wave moved along his body and fell down into his own cat penis. He was about to paw himself off when Cedric's paw stopped him.

"No pawing off," Cedric commanded,

The cat slowly pulled of from Cedric's cock, licking it as he did so. After a few inches out, he reached the tip and gave a small kiss at the narrow slit before speaking, "But Master...I can't take it anymore! The heat...it's--"

"Robbie, the equipment please"

'Equipment?'

The son whom was still lapping at the overly wet hole grunted in annoyance, stood up and approached the chest. The Slave's eyes followed him, although his vision was starting to blur. He batted his eyes, trying to keep his sight at the horse. He gasped at the sight of the fur, who seemed to have multiplied into three in his eyes.

'Three cocks' He drooled, completely unaware of what the now-approaching horse had retrieved from the chest.

The horse kneeled and pulled the_ Slave's_ knees towards him. The Slave did not complain. He shuddered when something cold stung his testicles. A total look of horror painted his face when he saw what the horse was putting on at him, and as soon as it registered on his cloudy mind what it was, he started to thrash around, but the father's hands easily grabbed his arms and prevented him from moving.

He tried to kick at Robbie but his legs were pinned with the horse's knees. The Slave could only watch as the leather cuff: cocklock, as Godric calls it was strewn around his testicles.

"We can't let you cum Slave, because if we do, we wouldn't have any more fun with you anymore...right?" He heard the father's voice behind him

The Slave whimpered, "Please, don't do this!" The heat was burning his cat penis, feeling like he could explode at any second, needing to explode. But the equipment attached to him prevented that.

Robbie eyed the Slave as they met face-to-face, "This is going to be fun..."

---

"Shit, shit, shit!" Godric slammed his fists at the metallic console in front of him.

Alex watched as the scene unfolded before him. The rottweiler was pacing in front of a metallic wall lined with hundreds of monitors, monitors which were projecting the cameras spread throughout the establishment. Some of them showed the almost undiscernable cramped figures dancing in an array of rainbow-lights--The club itself. While a few were projecting the small rooms that were the slave rooms.

Each monitor of the rooms showed furs forcibly mating with other furs: Large males in heat, dominating smaller males and females. Although there was nothing particularly different with each monitor, there was one that Godric kept watching the minute they stepped in the room hours ago.

It took Alex a great amount of discipline to control his urges of asking Godric to let him go out of the room, forcing himself to not look at any of the screens. One or two is fine. But there were hundreds! The whole thing horrified him! Although he was quite bulky and intimidating--definitely strong and capable of beating any fur to the ground, he was totally innocent went it comes to these things. It didn't make it any better that the whole sexual scenes were all around Godric's establishment.

He was thankful that Godric distracted him from all the other screens with his pacing and cursing, although the rhino did not know why.

"Shit, shit!" The rottweiler cursed again, his pacing quickened with every step that he made. The Rottweiler's lightbrown brows wrinkled atop his eyes, furrowing as the rottweiler went deep into thought. The rottweiler had his paw on his chin, seeming like he's calculating something, although it was mixed with an agitated confusion. For a second, he stopped pacing and bared his fangs at the rhino.

Alex's small ears flattened at his skull, "Sir Godric, is something wrong?"

"What do you think!?" The Rottweiler shouted at Alex, "Do you know who these people are?!"

The rhino just whimpered, not being able to say a word.

'So this is how he gets mad' Alex thought. Barely even able to look straight at his charge. The rottweiler's burning eyes were shooting straight at his own. They were red, burningly so, it almost looked like all the white in the dog's eyes were gone and was completely filled with crimson, the burning ferocity in his eyes sent a chill across the rhino's spine.

"Uhhh..." Alex scratched his head in a dull trance, he couldn't find the answer, "I--"

"These are drug lords you idiot!"

What came next was unexpected. The bigger fur grabbed the rhino by his neck and slammed his face directly in the monitor's screen, if only the rhino hadn't cushioned the impact, then the glass might have broke, "DO YOU SEE WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE?!" The dog was screaming at the rhino's ears.

Alex did nothing to retaliate, he only stared at the screen, the intensity of the monitor's brightness beating down on his eyes like he was looking straight at the sun, unable to see what was happening in the slave's room.

'They're drug lords you idiot'

'Drug lords' Alex was able to think despite the rottweiler's force behind him.

He's seen them before.

In the booklets that the rottweiler provided him when he was applying for the job, both the horse's faces were there, the rhino remembered. The booklet had faces, names, and information of people that were not allowed in the club. These were the people that were a hazard to the safetiness of the people in the club as well as to the club. A scandal was the last thing that rottweiler needed to his already-scandalous club.

The rhino remembered the horses' faces, but there were different names listed under them, aliases as well as a legal change of their identities to protect them. The rhino wondered at the time why they were listed down. What was written was that they owned a "Pharmaceutical company", now the rhino knows that pharmaceutical company meant that they were kingpins.

"I-I understand sir! Is there...nggghh" he groaned as the Rottweiler pushed his face harder in the monitor.

"Look at him!"

Alex could not look. His eyes were too close to the monitor, but he tried to squint his eyes a little bit, and he saw what the rottweiler meant. Godric had pushed some buttons and zoomed in on the the younger-looking horse's face. The horse has his tongue drooped out and there was something--a gel on top.

It's a good thing that the monitors were colored rather than black and white, helping them identify the object. The gel was yellowish in color and it looked like it was melting in the horse's tongue, and suddenly the cat had taken it by his own tongue, absorbing the "aloe vera".

But the cat didn't know that.

"Shit! Stop them Alex!" The rottweiler wailed ands let go of the rhino and Alex stood up, rubbing the sore part of his neck.

"I-I apologize sir. I'll correct my--"

"JUST GO!"

And the rhino was out of the room, he looked back for a second, eyeing the rottweiler before the door closed. With a wail, the rottweiler fell to the floor, eyes only staring at the monitor. A look of anguish was torn across his face.

Alex pitied the rottweiler, 'Greedy' he thought, 'He must hate to lose his diamond so much'

As the door was about to close, the rhino saw the rottweiler's muzzle move, the rhino hearing a faint whisper.

"I'm sorry Ryleigh..."

---

'Satisfy us, and we'll give you the key, and you can relieve yourself' That was the promise that the Masters gave him earlier.

The equipment left an unignorable aching on his groin. Partnered with the heat with his body, he needed his release, but his Master's denied him that pleasure unless he satisfies their needs. The cat wanted his release, needed it.

And there's only one way that he'll get it.

The threesome had moved from the floor to the bed, father and son using their greater strengths to keep the Slave immobile, not that the cat minded. The Slave was already lost in the sex. All his energies and attention were focused on the horse cocks on his mouth and tailhole. The three horned beasts, rutting and moaning to the rhythm of their sex.

The Slave had surrendered his body for use, their pulsating meats going back and forth on the Slave's body. Both of Cedric's hand grabbed the slave by the head and he moved his hips along the rhythm of the slaves bobbing. The Slave moved his tongue around the girth of Cedric's horsehood, the rich salty taste of the father's pre filling his tastebuds. Saliva filled the whole length of the horse's meat; Everytime the dick hilts on the slave's muzzle gave cue to pull back out and thrust back in. With every withdrawal of the horse dick makes the potent concoction of the slave's saliva and his pre spill out from his muzzle and down the sheets of the bed.

Father and son forced their weight against the slave, the latter having to bury his claws at the drenched sheet of the bed to keep himself prone and steady. The cat had to keep his from slipping out due to the wetness of the sheet, which already couldn't absorb much of the fluid that kept on dripping.

"My f-fgghh-father makes too much pre...and so do I!" Robbie managed to speak, "F-fuck you're tight...nngghh!" he groaned.

The Slave felt his abused caverns clench down on the thick cock of the younger horse. Surprisingly, he felt no pain despite of it's girth. The cat flexed his anal ring, tightening the flesh around the horse's entering dick. Robbie moaned. He felt the searing heat of the cock warm his entrails, the wetness of the son's pre filling his insides with a slickened delight. He moaned as it dug deeper onto him. Inch-by-inch, he took him in. The hardness of the length filled him by the seconds until he felt the son's balls hit his rump.

The horse moaned and giving off a slight panth and slapping the Slave's rump, "Nice ass"

Then he started withdrawing. The Slave felt the hardness retreat from his tailhole, until there was a bothering feeling of emptiness. Then the horse slammed all of his length down at the cat's tailhole with a thrust and a grunt.

The Slave groaned in pure pleasure, feeling the hardness of the younger horse's maleness beat down at him. A hotter flush burned in the cat's hole, the heat going back and forth as the horse bucked his hips, his balls dangled and slammed at Ryleigh's cheeks in every motion. Robbie panted, his own tongue lolling out of his muzzle as well. His dripping saliva fell at his cock, lubing the moving cock as it's shaft disappeared in the Slave's hole only to appear and disappear again.

The threesome grew into a rhythm. Everytime the father thrusted his cock deep in the Slave's throat served as a cue for the Slave to slam his hips back to engrave the son's dick onto him. Saliva, precum and sweat, drenched their cocks and the combination of liquids made their black and brown cocks glisten.

Schlop, schlop.

The sounds of their lustmaking filled the room. They groaned as the tapping sounds of their black globes hit the Slave's rump and muzzle. Their combined liquids simmered into white bubbles around the Slave's muzzle and anal ring, the glut of it being swallowed by both of the Slave's silky passages.

Both of the horses were now thrusting faster, panting, the slave's own heart beating along with the rhythm of their pulsating cocks. Fervor of their sex burned all of their excited bodies in boiling heat. Pants and moans came faster, louder.

The horses' cocks throbbed harder, pulse quickened. Their globes shaped to a fuller round, the pool of sperm hoarding in their testicles, just waiting for their release.

"F-fuck, I'm close!" Robbie screamed,

"Shit!_ Wait!" The father said. The _Slave was surprised when the father's length left his muzzle vacant. The cat found himself panting, and he looked up at the father, licking his lips, relishing the salty tang of the father's pre.

"Get under him Robbie!"

That was the only hint that the Slave needed to know that they were gonna take him all at once. His fear replaced his lust, and a silent whimper escaped his muzzle, still panting from it's recent exploit.

"Please no..."

"Shut up bitch!" The father slapped his face without care, head crashing down on the musky sheets. He didn't move anymore, he had easily given up. These people were cruel and the marring sensation on his face was a testament to that. He was gonna take both of them at once, and for once, the Slave was unsure whether he could take both of them without pain. The Slave felt the younger horse's cock withdraw and the presence moved to his side.

Like a ragdoll, he felt his body being carried and he saw the face of the younger son slip in under him. The cat felt the strong chest of the younger horse, and for once, the cat knew that the horse was strong. His own furry chest touched the strong pectorals of the horse. The boiling heat of the horse emanated through to the cat's own chest. A growing discomfort filled the cat's paws, until they found their way to the horse's chest. The Slave's muzzle opened slightly and he growled. He nipped on the horse's rigid nipples with his fangs and the younger horse moaned in pleasure. He licked on it and suckled, using his other paw to pinch on the other nipple and tug at it with a claw. The horse's strong hands laid behind the slave's head and the latter felt the horse pull him off from his suckling.

They met eye to eye and the Slave saw the fidgety green pupils of the horse. His searching eyes bore down onto the slave's own, it only took a second for the cat to get the message.

'Please...Let me fuck you'

The Slave lost himself once more. He needed to come and he knew that the earlier he endures the pain, the faster he'll be allowed to finally get his release. With a sigh, the slave begged, "Please fuck me! I want both of you inside me!"

That was all the two needed before Robbie used his hand to slip his solid prick inside the cat. The cat moaned when the thickness of Robbie's cock filled him again.

"Mmm," The Slave buried his muzzle in the horse's sweaty neck, licking on an area and biting on it. The horse moaned from both the bite and the sensation on his cock. Then he pulled on the Slave's head once more and planted a kiss on his muzzle. The Slave opened his muzzle to give way to the horse's tongue. They shared the salty taste of Cedrick's pre between their tongues, suckling on each other's pink flesh, wanting more of the father and son's liquid's essence.

The horse hugged the cat's back into a tight lock, and for a second The Slave wondered whether the horse was showing affection. He only knew a second later that it was all false when he felt another object poking his anal ring. The Slave did not mind though, he already knew that affection was impossible in his line of work, all that was in his mind now was the taste of Cedrick in both of their tongues and the possible pain that he could get from having both of the horses in.

The Slave felt the father's burning skin on his back, permeating it's heat through the slave's own skin, and he felt the muscles of the naked form of the father contract along with the father's hot breaths that hit the cat's neck.

Robbie slipped his cock out until the head was only inside and Cedrick pushed in, heaving. The slave withdrew his muzzle from the kiss and groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting his anal ring.

Both of the cock heads pushed in, the Slave's pucker stretching more than he's ever been stretched before. The slave screamed, he did not scratch nor thrash, he just screamed his throat out, "PLEASE PUT IT IN! FASTER!" He didn't care whether he gets ripped open or if he bleeds to death, the desire to be filled by two horse cocks overweighed any pain that was coming.

The cockheads penetrated his anal ring and both of their shafts fought their way through the tight tunnels that were the cat's tailhole. The inner rings clenched tighter around the two horse's manhood as they dug in. The Slave moaned, his body trembling at the sensation of being ripped open like he never did before. The Slave gritted on his teeth, fighting the urge to scream but the two horsecocks refused to stop.

Father and son growled, the intensity of their strength pushed the Slave to his limit as the two horses cleaved him from the inside. He felt them deep inside him now, the wetness that the Slave milked from their cocks were worthwhile, had it not been for that then it would've been more painful for the Slave if the two furs didn't produce a plenty amount of pre to lube him up.

"Nnnnnnnnnggggggggaaaaaahhhhh!" Both furs screamed, as they pushed with all their strengths the half of their foot long cocks deep into the bowels of the Slave whom had screamed when the sensation of being filled with the ample girth of the two horses hit his prostate.

The_ Slave's_ eyes collapsed, mind dazed, in a stupor out of the relief of taking the whole of the two horses in. His body felt numb, for a second, he felt as if he was floating, that his own awareness was not in his body but outside of it. He watched himself totally passed on the chest of the horse. Now that he was seeing it, the horse and his father were quite lookers.

The father and son lay atop and below of Ryleigh, eyelids were closed, fluttering a little bit to reveal their dark green eyes that were in a haze that Ryleigh knew he was in the same state as. Their ebony-colored, bountiful chests, heaved, expanding and contracting to the beat of their deep breathing. Sweat from both horses matted Ryleigh's fur furthermore, along with the dripping of their saliva down towards Ryleigh's neck. He saw their abundant globes hilted at his supple rump and the thick girth of their cocks deeply engraved in his tailhole.

The Slave was brought back into his own body when Cedrick started moving. The cat spasmed in pleasure as Cedrick receded his length from it's previous position and slid in between The Slave's anal walls and Robbie's hard horsecock. The younger horse moaned,"F-fuck, father, that feels good!"

The crazed beings moaned in unison as the eldest of the three trudged back and forth, his rigid dick being sucked in by the firm walls of the cat as he move back, only to force it back in to hilt his balls against the already reddening rump of the Slave. Robbie started moving as well, following the beat of his father's retraction by his own strained insertion.

They panted, crying out moans of pleasure. Their body heats shared as each of their sensitive skins rubbed with each other along with their erratic movements. A haze of musk and sweat filled the room, the interlaced figures succumbing to the mind-clouding stimulation of the air.

Their movements grew more erratic and the vigor that they fuck the Slave with grew stronger. Gasps of air grew deeper, heat exploded from their body, eyes shot upwards, grips went tighter, moans into curses, muscles turned hard and testicles turned solid.

They screamed.

"FUCK! AHHH!" The three of them roared as the two dominating horses rammed their horse cocks in and spilled their seeds in the Slave, filling his entrails with a new feeling of wet, sticky and hot cum. It's tightness, unable to contain the numerous spits of semen, spewed the river of seeds out on the shafts of the Masters, the glut of it falling down into a pool of semen on the bed.

The Slave found himself in a fog of daze, relishing in the fulfilling sensation of being filled by his two Masters. His innards along with their horsecocks sodden with their own essence.

He felt the two of them breathe deeply, now in a more steady rhythm. The two of them relished the afterglow, the cat feeling their chests expand and contract peacefully. The cat smiled, knowing that he has done his job well.

Now, it was the his turn for release.

"Masters..." He breathed softly, "You promised...the key?"

They didn't answer. The Slave just listened to their steady breathing and let them rest for a bit. Then after a few minutes, he felt the elder horse stir on top of him. Cedrick pushed himself up and pulled out of the cat, leaving the cat with only the younger horse inside him.

"Hold him Robbie," The father said, and the horse under the cat suddenly held him on a tightlock, not in a gentle manner but with strength that meant that they didn't want him to move.

"M-Master? What is this?"

"Ssshh" The horse under the Slave shushed him, planting a kiss on his neck,

Cedrick grinned, "We have a surprise for you"

---

The rhino rushed through the Dungeon's hallway. The eerie lights reflecting from the wall's obsidian tiles bouncing lightly on his eyes, now he was faced with almost seeing nothing in front of him. It was just as bad as his eyes being shoved through a screen as well as pushing himself through a dancefloor with too much lights.

Alex had just come from the second floor of the scandalous establishment to stop the kingpins from further damaging the cat. He could have come sooner, but there were a few goons that almost stopped him from proceeding. A stare was all it needed for those numerous hoodlums to back off. The rhino was thankful though, he knew he couldn't take those guys by himself. G_ood thing his little intimidation worked on them._

He heaved as he pushed his body against the cold air of the basement, the sharp smell of of rut and fauna hitting his nose like a bus. His tough legs hauled themselves forward in a speedy gait, trying to reach the rhino's destination as fast as possible. Alex didn't really care whether his head gets chopped of by Godric, he had respect for the guy, but that wasn't as strong as his motivation as to help the poor cat.

Alex pitied the cat. A kind of compassion filled him when he saw the unfortunate state that the slave was stuck in. The rhino vowed to bring him any kind of comfort that was possible without getting anything in return, the cat had barely anything to offer the rhino. Even what was supposed to be his became theirs.

A body that was not his own.

The rhino's lungs wheezed, his huffs of breaths were overwhelmed by the echoes of the screams and groans that were coming from the lusty customers in the rooms.

'Perhaps one of them screaming is Ryleigh' Alex thought, which only made him quicken his unsteady gait. He speeded through the long hallway, passing by numerous rooms and a group of fur, in a split second, their faces registered through Alex's mind, but he didn't stop. Ryleigh was more important than they were right now.

The dim lights grew darker now, which marked the incoming end of the hallway. Ryleigh's room was close and through the darkness of the hallway, a flicker of light was shining through the gaps of the diamond's door. Alex slowed down until he was only walking. He kept his footsteps silent to keep the kingpins unsuspecting, but even so, his pace was brisk, still uneasy of Ryleigh's drugging.

He finally reached the door and he leaned his ears towards it, trying to hear if there was still any activity in the room.

Silence.

'Nothing' Alex thought, he tried to listen some more, but all he heard was his heavy breaths and his heart beating through his chest. A disgruntled moan came and in a second's span, Alex slammed the door open with a loud bang as it fell down the floor.

Only to find one fur inside.

The rhino's cautious eyes turned into shock when the sickly figure flashed before him.

"Mmmmfffgghhh!"

The Slave's whole body was chained into one of the poles of the bed that extended upwards the ceiling. His head squirmed, trying to free himself from the metallic ropes that rendered him immobile...a feet off the ground. With every twist that the Slave makes the metal ring across the room. A stray mixture of_ lust, pain, anger and desperation_ was clear from the slave's face, his blurred eyes still not aware that Alex had entered the room.

A ball gag prevented him from making any intelligible sounds, but it was clear from the erratic muffled screams and groans that he was disgruntled. A river of spit along with red liquid fell down from his muzzle and it showered everywhere with every thrash that his head made. His fur coat's whiteness were tinged with the same red, still fresh from the reopened wound of his tongue.

Alex tried to gather himself despite the shocking image before him. He started approaching and the smell of musk and blood almost made him back away. He did a double take and he found himself directly below the half-bloodied figure. It only took a second for the cat to see the rhino below him, and the moment he saw Alex, he instantly started writhing some more. Ryleigh's unfocused eyes gazed down at the rhino, begging to be released.

"J-just hold on, I'll get you out" The rhino said, resisting to inhale more of the musky and rusty scent. He used the bed as a leverage and searched around the chains which were tangled all around the cat's body to find that it was locked, "Where's the key?" He didn't need to ask. Because it was there.

Hanging just around the slave's neck.

The key to the slave's freedom was just within his own reach, just around his neck, and yet he couldn't do anything to free himself. They were practically taunting him! Just what kind of mental torture did they put Ryleigh through?

Those guys were cruel. The worst kind.

---

'Please, let me out! Let me out! Let me out!' The same thoughts repeated in Ryleigh's head over and over again, his body still having that same heat that refused to leave his body.

He needed to go.

'They promised!' Ryleigh had thought earlier, but he should've known. Those guys were just using him like everyone else, and even if they were done with him, their torture did not.

They'd left him still with the device that prevented him from getting his release, chained him up around one of the bed poles like a pitiful display of a nude poster. Gagged him because he wouldn't shut up and the overly lage ball gag caused his tongue wound to rupture again. They'd put two dildoes on his tailhole, to remind him that they were inside him just a few minutes ago, but also as an additional torture to his burning body that tinged with every stimulation that it gets. They taunted him with a grin, "Here's the key, if you wanted to get out,"

They treated him like a toy. Using him, having fun with him to their heart's content.

And leaving him when he's--it's already broken.

Ryleigh saw Alex reaching around him, undoing the shackles on his body. He tried calming himself down, convincing himself that everything would be alright. But the heat became more unbearably hotter on his body, it was like his body's on fire. His tailhole throbbed, feeling like it's sucking in both dildoes deeper.

The rhino had finished unshackling the cat and had set him down carefully on the bed. When he was set down on the bed, Ryleigh immediately used both of his paws to take the ball gag out and he gasped for breath when it was out. The rustic scent of blood being inhaled again through his lungs. But he didn't need air.

He needed release.

"GIVE ME THE KEY!" He yelled at the rhino who was taken aback with the outburst, who was more than willing to hand the keys over to the desperate slave. The cat swiped the keys from the rhino's hands, he scrambled his paws quickly inserting it to the lock and turning it. When it opened, he immediately unsheathed the device from his cat penis.

As soon as it went out of his cat penis, a hard roar escaped his throat. The painful heat that his body went through quickly turned into a pleasurable burst of warmth. His whole body tensed as he felt the flow of semen erupt from his penis slit, sending numerous torrents of the white fluid high in the air. The first two torrent spilled on his face, the next ones on the bed. It seemed to go on for forever.

One, two more, five...seven.

His mind went blank, never having felt this good before. Ever since he was drugged, the only thing that mattered to him was getting his release, and after being prohibited from it from what seemed like a long time, he was finally getting it. All Ryleigh saw was just white, all of his breath gone from his lungs.

Maybe this was heaven.

Or hell.

---

Godric watched as the cat on the screen erupted, spraying his semen everywhere, even on the rhino in front of him, he went on like that for a while. The amount of semen that the cat sprayed shocked even Godric that he almost dropped the phone in his ears.

"It's such a shame that you rejected our offer Mr. Godric... so we decided to give you a_ demo!_"

The rottweiler's breathing grew heavier, fists curling up into a tight ball, veins hardened, threatening to pop on his head. He recalled the meeting with the horses a week ago. It was a mistake to even have had that meeting with the horses but he knew it was more a mistake to just send them away. These two were a powerful force in the city.

Godric made the mistake of crossing their paths.

"We heard that you're quite fond of that little cat there, what was his name? Ryleigh?"

The rottweiler bit his lip. How dare they mention his Diamond's name!?

"He was a good fuck--even managed to keep up with both of us! Can you imagine that? The TWO of us INSIDE him!" The voice taunted him and laughed through the phone. He's been known to easily get into people's nerves, without consequences. Only a fool would even try to raise his voice against the kingpin.

Godric did his best to endure the voice's ridicule which only makes it that more unbearable. Nobody ridicules Godric! But he knew that the Kingpin had more power than him, and the Kingpin knew that he was more powerful than Godric was.

The bastard's enjoying every second of it.

The horse's laugh ringed in Godric's ears, but the Rottweiler just listened. Thoughts and images ran through his head: ways to put the horses down. Revenge. He wanted to remember the horse's laugh. Because Godric vowed.

This would be their last.