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Chuck groaned, staggering out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth where his sleeve would have ended if he was still wearing a shirt. "Eyes bigger than my stomach," he groaned queasily, "or is it my liver?" He couldn't tell which it was when you'd drunk too much. And he'd drunk too much: the skinny cat had tried keeping up with Nigel and Cecil; the former was a big Doberman on the school's athletics team, so could probably drink more anyway, and he was pretty sure that the rabbit had no gag reflex left after sucking all that cock.

Having been Friday night, the three guys had headed out for a pub crawl. Chuck had had a good time at first: Nigel had to problems getting women to join them, and Cecil had helped him with what to say to the opposite sex, so Chuck - and his balls - felt like tonight was the night.

He had no more excuses: no posh boys' school limiting his contact with the fairer sex, no more parents getting in the way, and no more nervousness from having to be a somewhat-responsible adult. Unfortunately, he didn't have Nigel's strong, toned body, and his own self-confidence didn't seem to work where Nigel's equally arrogant outgoing personality had the women practically spreading themselves for him.

The only card he had to play was the one prefixed by "credit", and even that didn't work that well when a lot of the girls had equally-wealthy parents. Now seemed to be the time they had their fun with guys like Nigel, before deciding on marrying the Chucks of the world. So he'd drunk, half-deliberately ruining Nigel's chances of scoring by practically passing out, forcing his two flatmates to bring him home.

They'd stayed in - Chuck wasn't in any state to go out - and played strip poker, getting back into the drinking after Chuck had thrown up the first time. They'd argued about it: Cecil said it was all about the numbers, Nigel thought it was being able to read people, and Chuck thought it was playing smart. The argument turned into an actual game, playing for clothes since nobody carried cash any more.

Chuck, who was the most out of it, had lost everything but his boxers. Nigel wasn't too far behind, wearing an additional singlet. Cecil had only lost his shirt, shoes and socks so far. Chuck glared at him as he wobbled back to the table, sloshing the drinks about. "I bet that fucker's just wanted to see us naked," he thought.

"Are you going to pass out now?" Cecil asked, seeming slightly annoyed as he shuffled and dealt, "Or do you really want to show us what you're packing down there?"

Chuck hissed, "Ah, fuck off!" Raising his middle finger in response, he added, "You're jus... just trying to, uh, have your way with me." That's what it must have been, he thought: Cecil just wanted him, or Nigel, or both. The cheating rabbit was probably counting cards or some shit.

"Hrng, come on, let's play," Nigel grumbled. Where Cecil was mildly annoyed, Nigel was stewing in quiet fury: he'd missed his chance to get some tail, and the usually charming mask was beginning to slip. His body seemed annoyed too, the Doberman rubbing his huge bulge through his pants, slightly too drunk and annoyed at Chuck to notice Cecil's eyes weren't always on his cards.

Although the rabbit's attention was elsewhere, he still managed to win the next hand. Rubbing the tips of his fingers and thumb together, Cecil grinned, "Come on, boys, pay up!"

Chuck felt the blood rush up to his face, an awkward warm tingling in his cheeks. He watched as Nigel, clearly no longer concerned about modesty, stood up, yanking off his boxers and kicking them across the carpet. The Doberman's erect cock was huge - Cecil whistled, and Chuck guessed the guy had seen plenty of dick and yet was still impressed - and clearly had been leaking a bit into his pants. Chuck flushed even more, averting his eyes: the other two had turned theirs on to him, expecting him to remove his last piece of clothing.

"This is so embarrassing," the cat whined, fidgeting awkwardly in his seat.

Nigel growled, gesturing at his bare groin, "Come on, you fucking pussy. You lost too."

"Hey Chuck," Cecil countered, grinning at Chuck in a way that the cat felt was almost friendly, "trust me, I've seen it all when it comes to dicks. Nige's not going to want to share this night with anyone - "

"You've fucking got that right," the Doberman interrupted, scratching his thick, round nuts.

" - so nobody's going to blab about your dick if you're shy about it," Cecil completed. "And trust me, a lot of guys are going to look small in comparison to that." Suddenly laughing - either he was really keen, or the alcohol in Cecil's system had finally gotten to him - the rabbit slammed down his bottle, chanting "Take it off! Take it off!"

"Take it off!" Nigel joined in, his cock slapping him in the singlet as he leaned over, banging his fist down on the table.

Chuck's arms folded in front of his skinny body, head burning from embarrassment and booze. There wasn't going to be any way these guys were going to let him get away with it. Slowly he got to his feet, fingers gently gripping on to the waistband of his boxer. Sliding them down to the continued chanting of his flatmates, he first released his tail, sticking up in the air out of nervousness. The fabric slid over his hips, fur flickering with the hint of static electricity.

Nigel immediately burst out laughing, pointing at Chuck's crotch. Chuck immediately covered it with his hands, letting his boxers fall down around his ankles. "Aww, it's adorable!" Cecil cooed.

"Happy now?" Chuck whined.

"Very!" Cecil answered smugly, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table.

Now that the game was over, they returned to drinking. Chuck wanted to get dressed again, but nobody seemed to be in a hurry: Nigel went to pee, seeming to forget his clothes when he came back, trying to text someone on his phone. Cecil was pretty comfortable in any sort of dress around guys, so didn't bother; instead, he got up off the chair and pulled Chuck on to the couch with him.

"I'm a little curious," Cecil confessed, breathing heavily into Chuck's face. "I've never been with a cat before, you see."

Chuck went to reply, but Cecil's hand was suddenly somehow around his groin. The cat was quite drunk, but not quite drunk that he didn't find the touch of another a bit arousing. Plus, he'd not masturbated earlier: he'd been intending on getting laid tonight, and didn't want to look too miserable, what with his small dick and all.

Nigel brought another bottle over, handing it to Chuck; unthinkingly, Chuck took it, forgetting that that left only one hand to protect his valuables from the very curious - and very persistent - Cecil. Eventually, he relented, letting the rabbit touch him. "I mean," he rationalised, "he's just going to touch it... and it does feel pretty good..."

Feeling himself getting hard, Chuck moaned. Nigel provided a brief distraction, slumping down beside them on the couch, somewhat oblivious to what was going on between the two flatmates. The Doberman was too distracted sexting with one of his many "girlfriends" to really notice what was going on: not Chuck getting felt up by Cecil right beside him, nor that the Doberman was groping his cock in company. Nigel muttered about how hot the messages were that someone - Chuck couldn't read the small text clearly without his glasses - was sending him.

Chuck closed his eyes, slumped in the chair as Cecil continued to jerk him off, his whole cock easily being contained in one of the rabbit's creamy white hands. Unsurprisingly, he was really good at giving handjobs, groping the slumped cat as he writhed on the couch, breathing heavily. The cat's eyes glanced over at Cecil's crotch, his own bulge starting to become very apparent as the fabric stretched out. "Should - should I reciprocate?" he wondered; part of him was torn - he told himself he wasn't gay - but it felt awkward to just be sitting there letting this happen.

Cecil teased his legs apart, slipping his ankle under Chuck's and sliding it closer to him. His free hand slipped down, rubbing Chuck's taint, the fingers getting awfully close to the cat's puckered hole. "What... what are you doing?" Chuck asked him.

"Something you'll probably like," answered Cecil, gently poking his fingertip into Chuck's ass. Whatever Chuck was expecting, it wasn't this: he thought it would feel bad, but it just felt weird. "Just relax and let me do this, alright?" the rabbit added, lifting up the cat's grey, striped leg. With his pink ring open to the air, Chuck squirmed slightly as Cecil's slipped one, two, three knuckles of his finger inside him while still stroking on the cat's small cock.

"Shit," the Doberman swore; Nigel's mostly-empty bottle fell out of his hand, clumsily trying to catch it again until it spilled all over. The canine's cock was dripping, his huge knot bulging out. Whatever he'd been texting with the mystery girl, Chuck guessed, must have been pretty hot.

Warmth spread through Chuck's face again, his eyes drawn to his flatmate's exposed cock, embarrassed that the Doberman's knot was almost as wide as his dick was long. He didn't understand why Cecil was all over him instead of Nigel. Maybe he was worried about Nigel beating him up; that wouldn't have been a problem with Chuck, the only "big"s about him was his allowance and his inheritance.

"I don't think my finger's going to do the trick," Cecil noted, finger pulling out of Chuck's insides. "Why don't you just keep yourself going until I get back, alright Chuck?" The alcohol was making the cat feel a little sleepy and slow-witted; Cecil had to guide Chuck's hand to his dick before he figured out what he'd meant, the cat stroking himself off slowly.

Cecil disappeared from the room, dancing about the bottles that had ended up on the floor. Still jerking off with his legs outstretched and sunk into the couch, Chuck bounced up and down: he wasn't the only one on the couch masturbating. Nigel was busy watching pornography on his phone - Chuck couldn't tell if it was pre-recorded or being streamed - and squeezing his red rocket, leaking all over the place. Feebly and rather hypocritically, Chuck whined, "Dude, the couch!"

Nigel growled over his shoulder, "Why don't you suck it so it doesn't make a mess, then?"

"I - I'm not gay," Chuck protested weakly.

Nigel grinned, "Could have fooled me, the way you've been eyeing my dick all night."

"I've just never - " Chuck began, intending to say he'd never seen a dog's penis before, which was true. He hadn't realised just how big they were, though he wondered if Nigel was maybe big even for a dog.

Nigel laughed, spreading his leg open in Chuck's direction, "You can touch it if you want. Guess it's only fair, I let Cecil touch it the time he walked in on me in the shower."

"Yeah, but he's gay," Chuck thought, not realising that in his suggestible state his hand was already moving over to the Doberman's cock. "Huh?" he mumbled, his free hand grasping Nigel's shaft: it felt surprisingly nice, having a huge cock in his hands for once. Chuck had imagined being well-hung himself, especially after all the teasing he'd got about it when showering together with the other boys after sports practice at school. The slick bulges felt good against the palm of his hand, his fingers needing to strain to reach around the circumference of the meaty tube.

Cecil arrived back, immediately laughing, "Hey, don't start without me!" In his absence, he'd pulled off his own boxers, his erection throbbing excitedly. Chuck thought he must have cum or something, as the flesh glistened with some kind of fluid; that was until he noticed the bottle of lubricant in the rabbit's hand.

Startled, Chuck withdrew his hand. Nigel complained, "Come on, Cecil, it's the least he can do for cock-blocking me tonight. I could use some extra attention."

"You're straight," Cecil reminded the Doberman.

"You're right," Nigel agreed, "but I guess it wouldn't be too bad to try it once with another guy..."

Cecil corrected him, "It's not once if you've done it before." Turning his attention to Chuck, he squirted some lubricant into his hands, adding a new layer to his cock while rubbing the slime in and around the cat's exposed hole.

"What are you doing?" Chuck asked, confused. The goo felt weird and cold, though he guessed it was kind of nice to have someone - even if it was another guy - looking at him with clear lust in his eyes.

"Getting you ready," Cecil assured him. "Trust me, I'm an expert at this. Just keep jerking yourself off until I'm done. And don't cum!" Somewhat confused, Chuck did as he was told: slowly stroking his shaft, letting Cecil rub the lubricant all over his ass, he even turned around, baring his ass into the air, and - as instructed - "clutched for dear life" on the couch.

By then, Chuck was feeling incredibly frustrated, his balls aching, wanting to get some release. Cecil had stuck two fingers into his ass - he'd been told to relax, and had - wincing and biting into the couch cushions as his ring was stretched open. Then something hard but fleshy was probing around, someone's warm weight bearing down on his body. As his screams got muffled by the couch, Chuck felt Cecil's well-lubed cock slide inside him.

"Whoa, hey, this escalated quickly," Nigel exclaimed. Chuck barely paid attention, his eyes were closed, all of his attention on the penis inside his ass. It felt like it was going to slide out at any moment, but Cecil kept pushing in, making him wince. He could taste the padding of the couch as his teeth penetrated the fabric.

Cecil, aware of how this probably felt to a virgin bottom, told Chuck, "Try rubbing your dick on the couch in time with my thrusts, hopefully it'll serve as a distraction until I'm in a bit more." Chuck complied: he'd do anything right now to get his mind off what he was doing with the rabbit.

Things got a bit easier after a while: it didn't stop hurting, or feeling strange, but the pain got less intolerable the more Cecil's penis stretched him out. Whining at the gentle thrusts, Chuck felt something rather pleasant happening: the head of his shaft, grinding against the couch, started leaking. He hadn't orgasmed or anything, but the friction - along with whatever Cecil's cock was doing to him - felt really good, coaxing pre-cum out of his dick. Every time he'd jerked off, he'd had to be quick: you usually didn't get a lot of private time in boarding school, so had never really gotten to this stage consciously.

Chuck was moaning now, getting into it. Cecil took a hold of his dick, the warm touch of another body touching his in a sexual way caused his heart to race. The rabbit was gentle, slowly toying with the cat's cock while his own pushed in deeper and deeper, the layers of lubricant making it relatively easy to do.

Biting down hard, Chuck took a bunch of the couch off with him. Coughing and spitting, he dug his claws deeply into the couch. "C-could you go... a bit faster, please?" he pleaded Cecil, quickly clarifying, "Your hand! I m-meant your hand." Immediately, the rabbit's hands moved fasted against his shaft, Chuck meowing subconsciously.

Air barely had time to escape the cat's nostrils, as Chuck's breathing became faster. It was so close: all the cum in his body wanted out badly, the fluids pooling inside him pushing out against him, the pressure increasing. He couldn't tell how far Cecil's cock was inside him - pretty far, he guessed - but he really didn't care; for that brief moment, it was all about his own smooth, dripping erection. Even though it was small, it certainly packed the same punch in his mind as it would to most guys this close to ejaculation.

Chuck's tail shot up, Cecil blowing on the tip as the rabbit got a face-full of cat fur. A fraction of a second before it was too late, Chuck heard him say, "Oh shit, don't cum on the-"

Chuck's seed sprayed on the couch, pleasure rushing through his body as he sagged, mouth dropping as he grinned dumbly, his fangs visible as his lips curled away from them. He barely paid attention to the increased thrusting into his ass; it still hurt, but it wasn't as good at finally having been fucked.

"No, that's not right," Chuck's brain stammered, "wasn't I the one who was supposed to be doing the fucking?" It was hard for him to answer; his semen was still dripping off the tip of his smooth, small cock, and he really didn't feel like arguing semantics while the endorphins rushed through his system.

Feeling a wet wriggling through his insides, Chuck's hole relaxed slightly. Behind him, he could hear someone jerking off behind him, panting away as they quickly stroked themselves off. Feeling a pat on his raised butt, Chuck heard Cecil mumble, "Going to go finish up, don't want to make too much of a mess. Be back to get you cleaned up and back in bed."

"You gonna do something for me?" someone asked.

"Oh right!" Chuck remembered, his mind in a post-coital, alcohol-infused haze. "Doberman with the big cock. Norman? No, Nigel!"

Cecil retorted - even Chuck could tell he was pissed - by growling, "Dude, can it literally wait like a minute?"

There were footsteps and the slamming of a door as Nigel blackmailed, "If you don't, I'll tell him what happened when he sobers up."

"And I'll tell all my friends that you wanted me to suck your dick in payment," Cecil warned back, his voice muffled.

Chuck was too exhausted when he heard glass shattering to turn around. He was feeling incredibly sleepy: the night's activities had worn him out almost completely. That was probably why, when Nigel started clumsily pointing the pointy end of his cock at his stretched anus, he didn't immediately turn around.

"Hey, Chuck," Nigel replied, the smoothness to his voice returning. "Look, you kind of owe me for bringing you back here tonight," he cajoled, "was kind of looking to get some. Kind of like you, so I know you'll understand, mate. Besides, you've had that fag in you, so what's one more cock going to hurt, eh?"

Having Cecil in him hadn't felt too bad, Chuck thought; plus Nigel was pretty attractive, and he was kind of curious to compare dog and Cecil cocks. "Not like he's going to accuse you of being gay for wanting to fuck you in the ass," his brain rationalised. He moved his lips, trying to say, "What's a friend for?" but wasn't quite sure whether the tired grunting that came out of his mouth actually matched.

Nigel seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted. Chuck jolted awake: where Cecil had been a seasoned veteran at anal penetration and seeming to be more interested in pleasuring Chuck as much as himself, Nigel charged at him like a bull in the gate. Chuck swore loudly, the Doberman's cock stretching his already strained ring roughly as he jammed himself in. Fortunately for Chuck, he was still reasonably well-lubricated from Cecil and the canine cock pushing into him was already quite slick from pre-cum.

It still hurt, but he didn't have any strength reserves left to brace himself. He moaned painfully, his spent cock flopping about, ejaculate oozing off of it. Nigel leaned over him; even though he couldn't get hard again, Chuck's body definitely approved of the Doberman's warm, muscular body bearing down its considerable weight upon him. The feeling, the scent of his musk; Chuck found himself still swearing, but with a tired, pleased slur to the wails.

"Damn, you've got a nice tight ass," Nigel whispered. "Feels really good on my cock."

"Thanks," Chuck muttered; his energy so low his moans were barely getting past his lips.

Nigel slammed into his ass; Chuck felt all the air leave his body, breathing in scratchily as the Doberman's knot forced its way inside. The jackhammering hastened, Nigel moaning and whimpering in pleasure.

Although it was forceful and painful, Nigel was at least quick: he'd clearly been raring to. Dog cum filled Chuck's guts, or at least those that didn't contain the Doberman's meaty length or inflamed knot. The thrusting only lasted a little longer, Nigel's weight lifting off of him.

Although Chuck wasn't exactly comfortable, he was worn out, and sleep was slowly consuming his brain. He heard the door open, someone came in and the room felt oddly awkward for a moment.

"What the fuck did you do, Nigel?" someone was shouting.

"Hey, it's not like you didn't take advantage!" someone else yelled.

The voices argued some more; it bored Chuck, though, so he stopped listening. Before he passed out, he heard someone sigh angrily, and say, "This is going to be a bitch to clean."

* * *

Chuck woke with a weird cottony taste in his mouth, and an almost unbearably painful rear end. The skinny cat opened one eye, looking at the clock, and swearing. Half the day was gone, but he didn't have anywhere to be, so he could afford to sprawl about naked. He tried to remember what had happened last night, but failed: he remembered getting drunk with the guys at a bar, trying to score, and then the night was a huge, blurry mess of confusion. The only thing he knew for certain was he was hung over something fierce, hungry as fuck, and this pain in his ass didn't seem like it was going to abate any time soon.

Crawling out of bed reluctantly, Chuck decided he was going to remedy at least a couple of his problems, even though that meant actually doing something rather than the nothing his body wanted. Tugging on a pair of boxers - noting that he must have gotten naked at some point the last evening - he walked out into the shared room.

"Morning, sunshine," Cecil greeted him, opening the refrigerator, swapping the carrot juice for some milk. Throwing a can of tuna on to the counter as well, he suggested, "Why don't you make some tuna on toast for yourself?"

Chuck liked the sound of that, and headed into the kitchen, almost falling over the many bottles that clinked on the floor, some having been picked up into plastic bags. The vacuum cleaner was out, too; Chuck noticed. "Hell of a party last night, huh?" Chuck grinned tiredly.

"How much do you actually remember?" Cecil asked, obviously looking concerned.

"Nothing much, dad," Chuck joked. "How many girls did we bring back?" he wondered.

"Well, you did get some," Cecil replied after a heavy pause, "a couple of times. First wasn't really your type, though, and the second was pretty ugly. Mannish, I'd say."

"Shit," Chuck moaned, sliding the toast in the toaster. "Did you start cleaning up?" he asked. "You don't need to, I can get someone to come round and do that."

"Save your money for a new couch," chuckled Cecil. "With the way you bit into it, I'm glad my dick wasn't near it."

"Why would I bite the couch?" Chuck wondered.

Cecil continued, "You also jizzed all over it, and passed out. So, you're welcome for cleaning you up and putting you to bed."

Chuck, feeling the embarrassment filling his face with blood again, whined, "You did what now?" and thought of the pain in his ass.

"You were a drunken mess," Cecil explained, "and covered in sex goo. I was going to leave you in there, but Nigel needed seeing to as well, so I didn't have much of a choice."

"Oh?" Chuck inquired, suddenly interested in gossip as he poured himself some milk.

Cecil warned, "He's a bad guy. Did something he shouldn't have, so I took advantage of his canine anatomy and punched him in the face while he was knotted. I put some ice on his eye - that's why I needed the tub, didn't want that dripping everywhere when it melted - and left him to it. Probably going to make myself scarce for a few days, and move out properly. Unless you're planning to kick him out?"

Chuck shook his head, "Nah, not until I hear his side of the story at least." A funny sort of shiver went through his body when he thought of Nigel. He didn't really like the idea that Cecil had seen him starkers; probably for the best if he moved out. His toast popped out; catching the hot bread in between his claws, he pulled it on to the plate, spreading the tuna on top of it.

"Well, then I'm going to get properly dressed, and leave the rest of this mess for you guys," Cecil sighed, fingering his now-empty glass. "If he acts like an asshole, make sure to stand up for yourself, alright?"

Chuck nodded, biting into his breakfast. He'd need to talk to Nigel later, when he woke up; find out what happened last night. The Doberman must have gotten some if he had.

Suddenly, Chuck grinned. "Hey! I'm not a virgin any more!" he thought happily to himself.