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** Pj and Pete: Missing Stories Chapter 2**

Mid-July, D'caht Household...

Loud snoring going off in his right ear was what woke a sleeping Pj D'caht up from his formally peaceful dream filled sleep one balmy July night. A snore that was quickly followed by a chorus of several more, each one rising in volume to the point where the tired boy had no other choice by to open his eyes and face the cruel fact that he was now wide awake in the middle of the night.

"Not again..." Pj bemoaned quietly.

Clumsily rolling over in his bed the pudgy boy blearily peered over to his bed mate, Moose Clancy, the young twenty-something ex-football play happily sleeping away his sports loving heart out, comply oblivious to the racket he was causing or the distress it brought.

Curling into his blankets as he watched this tranquil visage Pj felt the small tick of irritation that had grown when he had been abruptly woken up melt away. For someone unknowingly tormenting him on what was now a nightly basis the gorilla certainly did look adorable as he laid there, nose twitching this way and that as he drooled into his pillow.

But as cute as Moose looked as he slept--And in Pj's opinion that was a lot--it still didn't change the fact that night was a time for sleeping and other bedroom activities and not enduring a never-ending snore fest,

Scooting closer Pj gave an exaggerated pout and began talking to his sleeping boyfriend in a near whisper. "Come on Moose..." He whined. "...Please stop snoring tonight. I really, really, really, need to get some sleep. I gotta help Mr. Fraido down at his store tomorrow."

Seemingly hearing his diminutive boyfriend's plea for mercy Moose choose that exact moment to stop his dreadful rumbling. The abrupt halt in snoring leaving their shared bedroom in complete silence much to Pj's extreme relief.

Happy now that he could go back to sleep in peace the chubby boy yawned lightly and began turning back over so he could get comfortable. Seems that tonight wasn't going to be as bad as the previous ones after all. Or that's how it seemed until Pj's peaceful night was once again interrupted when Moose started up once again. This new round of deep rhythmic snorting even louder than the first, sound waves pulsing through the air, rattling both of their bedroom's windows and setting off a car alarm somewhere outside.

'You really got sucky timing Yancy.' Pj ruefully thought with a small pout. 'You're just lucky I can't stay mad at you.'Y

Seeing now that getting anymore sleep in his comfortable bed was out of the question Pj came to accept his lot in life and choose to relocate downstairs to the living room couch. Yeah, he was getting sick of sleeping down there but what choice did he have now?

Legs swinging over the edge of his bed the rounded young man sat up and scrubbed his face, the sand dust still in his eyes wiped away as he stood up and tiredly padded over to the spare blanket and pillow he had been keeping for just this situation. This would be the fifth night that he had been forced to do this. An annoying little experience that had begun only a week ago that he was already sick and tired of.

If he had a choice Pj would have much more preferred to remain next to his handsome and sexy boyfriend for the night. Moose would often wrap his arms around him during the night, something that he was sorely missing after all this time.

Sure, Pj knew he could always just wake the other boy up. Moose loved him so he was sure the ape wouldn't mind him doing that. But, for the life of him the pudgy boy just didn't have the heart to do that to his simian lover. Partly because it would be oh so very, very, very rude on his part to do so, and secondly; because Moose needed all the sleep he could get given the week he was having down at Pj's dad's used car lot. .

From what he had been able to wriggle out of the older boy, Pj had discovered that his dad, Pete D'caht and Moose's current boss had recently gotten a delivery of auto parts from Bubba's dad down south. Six large truckloads of various brick-a-brack that Pete had ordered both Moose and Bubba to help him unpack, sort through, and then inventory on top of their regular duties. The task had been so tedious and difficult that by the time the three of them had to call it quits for the day they were all so bone tired that the quite literally fell into their beds.

What was even worse about the whole thing was because of Moose's lethargic state he hadn't had the energy to even look at Pj in a sexual way in days. Something that Pj hadn't realized he missed dreadfully until he watched the gorilla remove his work clothes in front of him earlier the other night. It had even gotten to the point where Pj had been so desperate that he had resorted to reusing his old DVD and dildo. Two sexual aids which while pleasant to use just weren't the same as spending a wonderful evening with the man in his life.

Pj knew he had to push aside this dissatisfaction with his love life thought. After all it wasn't Moose's fault in any way and really... he could stand a little dry spot. He just hoped that it wouldn't last much longer. That Moose, Bubba, and his dad all finished putting away all those parts and celebrate their good job by putting him in the middle of a gorilla, alligator, and grumpy feline sandwich.

It was with that vivid imagery that Pj cursed himself for being so sexually depraved. Because of that he now had a distracting craving to go along with his lack of sleep. Picking up the items he needed to sleep downstairs the troubled boy thought hard as to how he could now solve his new problem. It had to be something he could use to sate the erection brewing down below but it also couldn't be the obvious for fear of someone walking in on him. Always a potential outcome given the house he lived in.

Peering around the room as he mused over his options Pj suddenly found the answer in the form of his diary. The small, inconspicuous red book with gold print on the cover quietly laying on his desk, a bright shaft of moonlight illuminating it as if fate itself was giving him a solution.

Now grinning Pj quickly gathered the book and added it--along with a pencil of course--to his other late night supplies and made his way out of his room, the excitement of writing yet another story in his book giving him a small burst of energy and the much needed distraction to his two pressing problems of the night.

Slipping into the hallway beyond his bedroom door the pudgy boy quietly tiptoed down the darkened upstairs corridor towards the stairs. However, just as Pj passed by his dad's bedroom door something suddenly drew his attention away from the task at hand and over to the partially closed entrance. A almost too low to hear noise that he could have sworn sounded like a fowl curse.

Becoming concerned by the thought of his dad and Bubba fighting over something this late at night Pj went against his better judgment and made his way over to the bedroom door, gently pressing his face against the small crack it had made in it's open state so he could peek inside.

In doing this Pj instantly found himself regretting what he found, the sight that met his vision something that he really wished he hadn't seen. If only because it turned his mild chubby down below his belt into a full blown and slightly painful erection.

Atop the bed in the center of the room was his father, Pete D'caht. The large dark furred man completely nude and covered in a gleaming layer of sweat with his ass up in the air and his face buried in a pillow clutched between both his hands.

But what had truly cause Pj to grow painfully erect was what was going on behind the growling middle-aged man. There on his knees, eagerly fucking the ever loving hell out of the slightly older man was Bubba Molyneux. A sly, sinister smile gracing the mechanic's scaly lips as he repeatedly and relentlessly drove into his long time friend with so much unrestrained force that it made the bed squeak in protest with each forward thrust.

"Fuck Petey, that's it!" Bubba huffed out as he clenched Pete's large hips. "This ass you got here has gotta be the tightest one I ever had da privilege of being inside!"

Lowering himself so that his massive chest was pressed up against Pete's sweaty back the larger man growled and nipped at his boss's neck. "Really loving da way your pushing against me too Cher." Bubba added. "You're being a right nice little bitch for ol Bubba tonight. You must be loving da way my cock is splitting your ass wide open?"

Lifting his face from the pillow he had been biting Pete gave an angry and dark growl, his large bottom slamming back against Bubba so hard that the scaled man nearly bounced off of him. "Shuddap Suitcase!" He snapped. "I ain't lettin' ya do dis 'cause I wanna here yer de-rect-ter's commentary!"

Smirking Bubba moved his hips from side to side, finding newer angles to pierce his lover's insides. "Awe come one Mon Cher, you know us Molyneux men love us some dirty talk." He said jokingly. "Would've thought you'd have learned that when daddy went and fucked you."

"HEY!" Glaring over his shoulder Pete sneered, eyes aflame as he continued to roughly and repeatedly impale himself on his reptilian companion's colossal manhood. "Wut da hell did I tell ya 'bout bringin' up dat shit!?" He snapped. "Wut me an dat bastard dad 'o' yers got up to dat night ain't none of yer business."

"Da hell it ain't you "Beb"!" Bubba playfully shot back. "Because of that damn night you got me and da cute "macaque" working our fine asses off all day long." Moving his hands to both of Pet's shoulders the gator resumed control over their coupling. "Now if you'll kindly shut your craw for Bubba he'll resume stuffing his trusty "Boudin" in your tight hole."

"Yeah, yeah wutever dat means." Pete grumbled, still peeved at the other man yet too preoccupied with what was going on behind him to care. "You just better do a fuckin' good job at it Snaggletooth. And do it quick b'for I change 'm mind and ream out yer smart ass instead."

"Whatever you say grande bede ." Bubba chuckled while picking up speed, the force he was now using nearly knocking the air out of his bedmate. "Bubba'll do anything for you as long as you let'um fuck ya."

Pulling his face away from the door and closing it shut gently Pj felt his cheeks heat up. Seeing Bubba pounding into his dad's backside certainly wasn't something he had been expecting to see when he decided to spy on them. But, oddly he hadn't minded what he had witnessed one bit. No, in fact he actually enjoyed what he had just seen. There was just something about seeing his dad bottom that excited him. Mostly because of the way he was commanding Bubba to give him pleasure.

Thinking about that as he continued on in his journey down the stairs and into the living room on the first story Pj was suddenly reminded of the time he had topped his dad a few weeks ago back in June. How the older man had gotten him to do it. Filthy words flowing so easily along with encouragements that had Pj so worked up that he nearly passed out. Even now it was enough to make Pj grow harder in his pajama bottoms.

But it also reminded Pj of the one time that his dad hadn't been the one in charge during sex. Yup, there was one incident that Bubba had secretly told him about a short time ago. The very same event that Bubba had just brought up upstairs where Pete had--for the first time ever--been the one at someone else's mercy instead of the other way around.

Entering the living room Pj went about getting himself comfortable on the couch. The large TV flicked on and turned low so he had some white noise in the background as he opened his diary and took pen to paper.

'This is gonna be really awesome...' Pj thought with a small smile, the memories of the visit his dad, Bubba, and him had with the gator's family replaying in his mind. 'Or at least be a pleasant distraction.'

(Hello again Mr. Diary. I bet you're surprised to be hearing from me again so soon aren't you? Well, I meant what I said before: I'm going to do my very, very best to keep you up to date on what's going on in my life. That's not to say it's going to be easy with everything I end up having to go through. Heck, right after I finished writing in you last time Moose cornered me in the kitchen and proceeded to give me a very warm welcome. Seemed he had a good day at work and was in the mood for... you know.

By the time he was done I was in such a good mood too that I didn't even complain once when my dad called up a few of his special friends for an impromptu orgy in the living room. Not that I would have been that upset about being the center piece either way.

Now, as much as I'm sure you're interested in hearing about every little dirty thing that happened that night, I'm sorry but that's not why I'm writing. Nope, the reason why I'm sitting here on the couch writing in you tonight is something completely different. Just as good though. Well... nearly as good. You see I figured I talk about something that happened to my dad when we were visiting Bubba's family down in south. Something that while you might not believe happened at first is entirely true. Or at least that's what Bubba said when he told me the whole story which he learned from his brother Bo.

I guess to start it off I should being with what me, Bubba, and our dads were doing in the Molyneux's living room that afternoon. Ugh, I don't think my bottom has been used as much in one afternoon as it was that day. There I was laying on my stomach... then my dad went and... I can't tell you how embarrassed I was when he said... ... ...)

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A few months ago, Molyneux residence...

Trapped face down on the floor and naked as a jaybird a sweaty and shivering Pj D'caht whimpered in excitement as the large, blunt head of his father's colossally sized cock entered him from behind. Adjusting to the side he pushed back eagerly against the invader, it sliding into him even deeper as his blood boiled and his own stubby member ground against the rough surface under him.

For a moment after he was fully penetrated the body hovering above the impaled boy stalled, the dick inside of him stretching Pj to his limits. But then with a dark chuckle that turgid hardness began to move with precise aim. The hard, fast thrusts that it made causing Pj to cry out as large hips connected with his jiggling ass in a thunderous clap that showed their owner had no mercy in what he was doing.

Mashing his face up against the carpet as he began feverishly moaning, Pj did his best to spread his legs apart further and pushed back against the man pounding into him. "OOOOOH MAAAAN!!!!!!" Pj groaned loudly. "God yes dad! Oh man... yessss... that's sooooo gosh darn goooooood!!!"

From his spot behind his keening son a very proud of himself Pete D'caht wickedly grinned and increased the speed he was using to plow his offspring. "Fuckin' right it's good boy." He growled. "Wuz there any doubt dat yer ol' man could ream you out as good as dis?!"

"No dad, I guess there wasn't." Pj breathlessly chuckled.

Growing quiet as he was driven into again and again--save for the occasional moan and please whimper--Pj started to wonder how he could become so completely undone when his dad did this to him. How being "reamed" could evoke such excitement and passion from him and render him a sweaty, cum covered, smiling mess.

Maybe the reason was he liked being dominated. Of enjoying the feeling on the older man's body on top of his, holding him down, making him take his cock. Then again maybe it was the roughness that always accompanied their playtimes. The pure animalistic brutality and domineering force igniting some sick part of his mind that loved being the one being made to obey. Or maybe he was just a slut like his dad said and he liked getting fucked!

Well... whichever reason it was all Pj knew for certain was that he was enjoying himself as he laid there ass becoming sore and moaning like some sort of depraved sexual deviant. There was one niggling doubt in the back of his mind though. As a man should he really be enjoying being fucked like he was? It was troubling a thought that Pj frowned despite the pleasure emanating from his lower regions, mind trying to figure out if he should he upset about his desire to bottom more or not.

Ignorant of the burning question running through his progeny's minds as he continued pounding his meat into the warm, loose hole under him a growling and huffing Pete was thinking about how much he enjoyed breeding his own offspring like a little bitch.

For him this was the life. Ever since he had found the little slut sitting on that dildo in his room the older man had been getting tail on a regular basis. And not just from Pj. No, his neighbor's, that monkey that was practically living with them now, even his old army buddies were in on the act. And speaking of them...

Suddenly reminded that they weren't alone in the room Pete reluctantly decided to check in on his trusty mechanic and their host for the evening and turned his towards where the pair was. Across the room Bubba and his elderly father Bryce Molyneux we deep in the middle of their own father/son fuck session. The two reptiles going at it like two hormone driven teenagers in the backseat of an old car.

Somehow during the course of their play Bubba had ended up laid flat on his back, thick muscular legs tightly wrapped the hips of his sweaty and grinning dad as the older gator slammed into him with all the fierceness and energy of a man half his age.

It was quite the site Pete had to admit. Bryce was ruthless in how he fucked his son. Hard, rough, teeth rattling thrusts reducing the usually sly and calm Bubba into what could only be described as a moaning, groaning puddle of emerald colored scales and lazy chuckles.

Getting lost in watching what the two other men were doing Pete was taken by surprise when he accidentally pushed himself over the edge. A sudden orgasm starting to hit him from out of nowhere as he gave an annoyed stifled groan and snapped his attention back to his son's sweaty back, ramping up his gyrations to nearly a hip shattering degree.

"Looks like I'm 'bout ta give ya a'nuther hot load boy!" Pete announced to his son. "Bet ya want it real bad after dis railin'. Come on boy tell yer daddy how much ya want it! Tell'um ta fill up yer fat slutty ass full 'o' his cum!!"

Like always, Pj tried at first to resist his father's filthy commands, the blush that had smeared across his cheeks growing even deeper with every word. But then, with a groan and a shudder that ran through his entire being the young feline gave in, his mouth flying open so he could say something that he'd die from embarrassment of later when he replayed it in his head an hour from then.

"Oh man, please dad I want it!" Pj cried out, drool running down his chin as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Please sir fill me up sir! Please, oh darn pleeeeeease give me every darn drop!!!"

Another dark chuckle followed those fevered words. Pete happily giving his slutty baby boy with the dirty mouth exactly what he had just asked for. Letting loose a savage snarl the large man suddenly lifted himself up onto his knees, hands firmly digging into Pj's hips with a tight grip as he pulled the boy up onto all fours with him, never once breaking their connection as he reamed out the boy like a wild beast during the peek of breeding season.

With fast, precise, and erratic thrusts Pete quickly and easily overwhelmed Pj's over stimulated mind. Both D'caht's growing closer and closer to orgasm as all other sound in the room seemed to be drowned out by their huffs and growls. Pete's eyes gleaming evilly as he looked down between them and took delight at the reddened state of his son's well used backside.

Given this new, increased vigor in fucking the younger man into a sexual stupor it only took a few moments for both D'caht's to reach their orgasmic ends. Pj being the first to take the plunge when he threw his head back and keened loudly, his cock shooting out it's own small load down between his legs and onto the lush carpeting before Pete quickly followed with a mighty bellow, pumping wad after wad of his own thick, creamy seed into the younger man's guts.

In the next several moments that followed both men's nearly simultaneous climaxes the two were completely quiet. Both panting in short bursts as the world around them came back into clear focus. Then suddenly, with a grunt and a chuckle, Pete pulled away. The large dark furred man stumbling unsteadily to his feet as he gave Pj a sharp slap on his ass, the boy letting out a girlish yelp as he lurched upwards, both hands going to cover his poor stinging ass.

"DAD!" Pj squawked.

Smirking Pete rubbed his knuckles on his chest, ignoring his son's protest. "There... dat oughta do ya fer a bit." He said being his ever insufferable self. "Bet ya never been fucked dat good in a while, aye?"

Though still pouting at how he had just been spanked Pj giggled awkwardly. "A-Actually sir I think, you've done it to me harder before." He shyly said. "Remember what happened at the Jobson's cabin after they finished with me?"

Reminded of how he had held his son down and fucked him that night, the combined cum of both bear brothers lubing his way an evil look appeared on Pete's face. "Almost fergot 'bout dat." He snickered. "Shoulda known a little tramp like you would go member-I-natin' sumthin' like dat."

Feeling heat rise in his cheeks at the obscene compliment Pj scratched an imaginary itch on his neck. "It's not that I'm purposely keeping track." He mumbled quietly. "I just have a good memory is all."

"Yeah, yeah sure ya do brat." Done with his son Pete turned his attention back over to Bubba and Bryce and gave an appreciative hum at seeing what they were up too. Apparently the duo hadn't slowed down one bit since the last time he had checked up on them. The older gator's stamina really starting to impress Pete as he watched both men intently.

"Look at'um fuckin' go." Pete said with a thoughtful hum. "Iffin I had known da old bastard had dis much steam in da kettle I woulda fucked Bubs first. Fucker's gonna leave dat hole too loose to fuck proper-like."

Rising up onto his own feet Pj slowly nodded in agreement to his dad's dirty yet astute observations. Mr. Molyneux seemed to have a sex drive that rivaled his own dad's on the best of days. In fact, as he watched alongside his father Pj began to salivate at the thought about the similar pounding he had received from Mr. Molyneux earlier that day out on the sundeck.

Thankfully before Pj did something he might regret like asking Bryce if he'd consider fucking him yet again the aroused boy quickly shook his head, coming to his senses. As... ... enjoyable as having the older gator on top of him may have been a certain part of his anatomy really needed a rest.

At least for a half hour or so. And with all three older men in the room distracted now was a good time to get going while the going was good.

Reaching out for his dad Pj gently tugged at his elbow, trying to gain the brutish man's attention. "U-Um S-Sir?" He said quietly. "Would... would you mind if I went for a break outside for a little bit?"

Pulling his arm out of his son's reach Pete absently waved the boy off. "Wutever, just don't go gettin' yer ass lost on me." He said gruffly. "Iffin I'm still all horny and hard after I get 'm crack at snaggletooth I'm gonna be wantin' yer warm slick hole ta fuck again."

"Don't worry dad, I'll be sure to stay in reach." Pj said slightly embarrassed. "I don't even know where I could go honestly."

Ears giving a twitch when he suddenly heard someone passing through the house and out the back door--no doubt going back onto the infamous sun deck--Pj suddenly got an idea. "On second thought, I'm going to be on the sundeck with Bo dad." He informed the older man as he carefully backed away. "Call me if... you know you do need me."

Giving a noncommittal grunt as his son quickly exited the room Pete instead focused all of his attention on what Bubba and his father were doing across the room. Seeing the way the two were fucking he felt himself beginning to grow hard again, even after what he had just done. He got so turned on in fact that before he noticed what he was doing Pete found himself padding his way over to the pair, tongue coming out to lick his lips as he thought of the number of dirty, lecherous, degrading, cock hardening things he could do to the two himself.

'If only there wuz a way ta fuck'um both at once.' Pete sinisterly mused as he leaned against a recliner a few feet away from the duo. 'Bet I could give both of these country boys a real run fer there money!'

Sensing that they had acquired an audience during their fun Bryce slowed down as he continued fucking his son and gazed over to his furry guest, a big toothy grin forming on his face when he saw the way Pete had his eyes glues on him and his son.

"Looks like you enjoy playing the part of voyeur, don't you Mr. D'caht?" Bryce said jokingly, a hard thrust punctuating his last word. "Go on an tell me, how's da show going along? Am I going to be getting myself a good review?"

Understanding the game the older man was playing at Pete folded his hands on his belly and pretended to thing the question over. "Humm... 'spose yer doin' alright." Pushing himself off of the chair he was propped up against the large man came closer. " Ah'course it's not like I was spectin' much. Heh-heh, fact I'm surprised you can even get it up given fat yer an old fart."

Taking in Pete's rude and disrespectful words Bryce felt his left eye give a twitch, his hips coming to completely stop as he tilted his head to the side to fully look at his son's fowl mouthed friend. "I'll have you know Mr. D'caht that when it comes to getting hard I don't have a lick of trouble." Bryce said smoothly, completely ignoring Pete's assessment of his condition. "Quite the opposite in all actuality."

Giving a snort Pete matched the other man's smirk. "Now I find dat hard at believe." He countered. "Bet iffin I take m'self inta yer bathroom and have a looky-loo in yer medicine cab-e-net I'd find bottles and bottles of dick pills."

Again Bryce felt his eye twitch, but like before he quickly calmed himself. "You'd lose that bet boy." He replied while going back to fucking his boy. "And if you don't believe what I'm saying cat man then when I'm done I'll take you to the nearby corner store, gas station, post office, bank, sheriff's office, and minister's home. They can all vouch for my prowess when it comes to the carnal arts."

"Volume don't mean shit ya geezer an you know it." Pete said while polishing his knuckles on his bare chest. "Wut truly matters is how badly ya fuck-a-fy wutever bitch ya get yer hands on. Sumthin' which I'm da best at considerin' wut I did to my slutty son jus now."

Nodding over to the hallway Pj had scampered down Pete sniggered sinisterly. "Bet da brat comes back here in ten minutes begging fer another go." He continued with a mean spirited chuckle. "Fuck, I bet he'll even ask fer thirds and fourths! I'm jus dat damn good!"

Amused by the ego wafting off of his guest Bryce did his best to conceal the grin beginning to tip the corners of his mouth. "Hum now... you see, that's something I got a hard time believing Mr. D'caht." He started in a slow drawl. "From what I witnessed you doing over there all you were doing was flopping around like a fish out of water. Surprised you can even make an impact on a body at all with those stale, all together too fast moves."

Now it was Pete's turn to become annoyed. The smug smirk on his face drooping before it transformed into a nasty sneer. "Wut da fuck is dat 'spose ta mean...?" He asked dangerously.

Having quietly listened to the entirety of the conversation going on above him, Bubba decided it was about time he tried to derail the trouble he saw coming down the tracks. "Don't you mind him boss man." He tried. "Papa here's just an old kidder. Likes to play jokes, don't you Pap--AHHHH!"

Interrupting before his son could finish speaking, Bryce roughly snapped his hips forward, the force nearly knocking the air out of Bubba's lungs. "You best watch your mouth hatchling!" The older man growled lowly. "Bryce Molyneux speaks for myself and nothing less you hear me!?"

Mind reeling from the surge of pleasure that had just jolted through his body Bubba gave the older man inside of him an unsteady nod. "I hear you loud and clear you rowdy "Vieux"." He huffed out ruefully. So much for avoiding trouble. "Just don't come complaining to me when something get's broken."

Pleased that he had silenced his meddling son Bryce slowed down to a crawl, his thrusts gentle and seeking as atonement for the roughness. "That's a good boy." Turning back to Pete the gator wagged his eyebrow ridge. "Going back to what I meant Mr. D'caht, I'm just jawing about how despite your vim during the activity that it doesn't seem to take you long to tucker out vigor-wise."

Pete narrowed his eyes. "You sayin' I'm a quick draw old timer?" He asked in a near growl. No one, not a single fucking person insulted the way he fucked and got away with it! "Cause iffin dat's wut yer in-furry-natin' den we're gonna have ourselves a problem."

"I'm implying son. You're the one inferring." Bryce calmly explained, his smug, know-it-all tone causing Pete to only become angrier. "And yes I was fully implying that you don't last as loon a real men should. But don't you fear none, I so happen to know of an older and wiser man who'd be more than happy to give you a lesson or two on improving your sexual expertise."

"An I 'spose yer da one who can do dat teachin', ain't ya?" Pete queried rudely. When Bryce nodded his head the always smug feline leaned forward and stuck his chin out in challenge. "Well, since yer A-parently such an expert, then get to it granddad! An hurry up 'bout it. Wouldn't want ya breakin' yer hip b'for ya even get started."

"Won't have to worry about that son. Had one of those titanium ones installed a few years ago." Bryce effortlessly quipped back. Suddenly pulling out of his son, still hard cock giving a pop as it left the tightness it had been nestled inside, the former CEO gave Bubba a slap on his muscled belly. "Position number three Jakey." He commanded. "Poppa's gonna need you on all fours so he can begging giving lessons."

"Whatever you say sir." Bubba replied with a small chuckle. Grunting the large man quickly flipped himself over and got onto his hands and knees, thick scaly tail rising high so he could show off his well used pucker. "I'm with da boss man though, shake a leg! My ass is already missing that nice hard tool of yours."

"Now don't go rushing me boy!" Bryce scolded gently as he draped Bubba's tail over his left shoulder. "Teaching someone proper fucking etiquette is going to take all da finesse I can muster. Especially given how grumpy this student of mine is."

"Watch who yer callin' grumpy, old man." Pete warned. "I don't take dat sorta shit from anybody."

"Duly noted son... duly noted." Taking Bubba by the hips Bryce placed his manhood between his son's firm and very plump ass cheeks, the already well lubed and heated area allowing the older man to slide the throbbing shaft back and forth against the furrow.

"Alright, now here's the first thing I'll teach you Mr. D'caht: You can't just go plunging straight in all willy-nilly at the first chance you get." Bryce instructed in the same way a teacher would. "There's an art in this whole getting busy thing we do. Best to tease your partner a little. Make them salivate and squirm as they feel your size, begging to crave you getting your pleasure stick up inside of them."

Eyes locked onto Bryce's meat as it was sandwiched between his best friend's scaly asscrack Pete felt his throat go a little dry. It was odd he realized for a man who claimed to be straighter than an arrow a few months ago to become aroused by something so... "queer". But in reality he no longer gave a single thought to that line of thinking. How could you when you spent nearly every night fucking a nice tight ass. Definitely more action than he ever got when he was married or dating women.

Shaking his thoughts away however Pete returned to what was going on in front of him, the cold mask of smug indifference he always wore slipped back on as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Foreplay?" He said condescendingly. "Wut da hell do I need ta bother wit sissy ass foreplay for? Soon as I drop my drawers I jus flip'um over and fuck-a-ma-fy whoever I'm with till 'm dick spits out a nice big load of cum."

Shaking his head pityingly Bryce eyed Pete out of the corner of his eye, a disappointed frown on his face. "Well, while that might be fun for you Mr. D'caht I'm guess it's not really fulfilling for whoever is unlucky enough to get you on top of them." He explained as if talking to a child. "Half of the fun of rutting with a person is making them feel so good that they get to begging and calling out your name. In fact, go on Jakey. Show your buddy what I mean. Beg for Poppa. Come on boy BEG!!"

Containing a snort of laughter Bubba contained the amusement he was feeling as his dad ordered him around and did as told. Though, the sarcasm he used to do so was so obvious that a blind man could see it. "Oh, please fuck me good and hard papa." He deadpanned. "I really need it. Oh, how much I do! Not that we both don't know you want to give it just as badly old man."

"Ya'll are lucky we got company Jake." Bryce huffed good-naturedly. Resuming his lesson after giving his son a growl the older man peered back over to Pete. "Alrighty, now that we got our... smartass teaching aid all horny it's time we move onto da real fun."

Hand going down to his manhood Bryce pressed the boated head up against his youngest son's already loosened and pliant pucker, the heat giving him a slight pause as he resisted the primal urge to get back to what he had been doing before this whole "teaching" idea of his got started.

"Like I said before Mr. D'caht, you can't just go about jamming it in like a battering ram." The sexagenarian advised. "Better to ease it in a little at a time. Let them feel every inch of your glory as you go and seat yourself in their pleasure tunnel."

Gritting his teeth Bryce began to demonstrate what he was breaching and moved his hips forward, hard and throbbing cock easily breaching and then sinking into Bubba's raw looking hole as both of them let out satisfied hums. It was only when he was fully inside of his son that Bryce grew still once again, all ten plus inches of his manhood squeezed tightly in the vice like grip of Bubba's hole.

"T-There now... you see?" Bryce then said with a deep rumble coming from his chest. "I'm all da way in and Jakey's panting like a yard dog stuck out in the heat from just my insertion. How's that for talent Mr. D'caht?"

Subconsciously taking a gulp of air all Pete did in response at first was grunt, the sight of the two men connected in a very personal way making his cock give a throb between his thick dark furred legs. Seeing them like this was fucking hott in his book. Of course he'd never say how much he was liking what he was seeing. That would mean he'd be being nice after all.

"Dat's all?" Pete asked trying and slightly failing to sound unimpressed. "Cause iffin it is den I think yer full 'o' hot air."

Bryce huffed out a small laugh at the rude words. "No Mr. D'caht that ain't all." He replied. "There's one big step you need to take after you've warmed your partner up and gotten yourself fully seated. A very, very important one that no true cocksmen can truly do without."

Pete tilted his head to the side suddenly curious. Bryce was already balls deep in Bubba, what else could he do? "An wut's that?"

"Fuck the ever loving hell out of the ass you are in until you make them cum all over the floor screaming to receive your glorious seed!!!" Lip curling into a savage snarl Bryce's calm demeanor suddenly changed on a dime, the once gentle sounding man roughly pounding into Bubba with rough, wild and, powerful strokes. Each inwards jab purposeful and precise in the way it connected with the younger man's insides, the speed increasing to an alarming rate that made Bubba's whole being vibrate with dynamic sexual energy.

"FUCK YEAH POPPA!" Bubba hollered as he was ridden fast and hard. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Come on old man, really dig that trowel in there. Tear up that scaly ass of mine!!!"

"Now that's the begging I wanted to hear Jakey!" Bryce laughed, pleased beyond belief that he had finally gotten a non-smartassed remark out of his son. Winking at Pete as he unceasingly continued to thrust the sixty-year-old chuckled. "Now, you see? This is how you properly fuck another man." He said. "Jakey here's usually a top, but I got him so worked up from foreplay that he's become green putty in my hands!"

"Still say it ain't nuttin' special, old man." Pete remarked with only mild sarcasm. "All dis crap you jus showed me ain't any different from wut I do. You jus go 'bout draggin' yer ass is all."

"Maybe, but do you do this Mr. D'caht?" Lowering himself Bryce wrapped his arms around Bubba's chest and forced the larger man upwards, both of them ending up on their knees as he continued fucking the younger man without pause.

"Like I told you boy, this whole business about sex isn't about just you getting off!" Bryce continued. "You got to spread the love around! Show your partner why sex is so much fun by leaving them a breathless, sweaty mess."

Left hand sliding down Bryce took hold of Bubba's flopping cock, grip firm as he started to stroke him off in tune with each inward jab he made. "It's da least a good man can do to show how appreciative he is for what they're letting him do to them." The ex-CEO explained. "Plus it has the added benefit of making them clench their hole around you, nice and tight!"

Utterly stunned at the way Bryce was fucking his old army buddy Pete had to blink a few times, not truly believing what he was seeing. But no matter how many times he did the image did not waver, Bryce only becoming more brutal as Bubba only growled, cursed, and cried out more. And to top that the older gator never once seemed to tire during the whole thing. The force he used steady and unyielding as he used his skills to bring Bubba to near orgasmic heights over and over again, a constant game that had the mechanic cumming not once, not twice, but three whole times as he was fucked.

It was only after a good half hour that Bryce seemed to finally finish with his demonstration. The slightly doughy reptile giving one last good snarl before he slammed his hips up into his son one last time with a series of filthy curses as he unloaded the pent up orgasm he had been brewing for the last thirty minutes.

"Now... t-that's how you do someone Mr. D'caht." Bryce proudly proclaimed as he slowly withdrew afterwards. His departing member allowing a steady stream of yellowish white gator cum to leak from Bubba's wide open and angry looking asshole. "So, what do you think."

For a moment Pete was truly at a loss for words. Legitimate respect blossoming in his mind as he watched the way Bubba fell down onto his forearms, fighting to catch his breath after the pummeling he had received. Yet, in the end Pete's ever present pride reared it's ugly head and canned any kind words he might have said. Any and all compliments dissolving like sugar in the rain as he haughtily snorted and looked away.

"'Spose ya did good enough." Pete said snootily. "Woulda done a better job m'self though. More force and a not as much prissy teasin'. Just slam and fuck, wut real men do ya'know?"

Cocking his head to the side Bryce smirked. "Alright then, Pete was it?" He began. "You don't mind if I just call you Petey Boy now do you?"

"Seein' as we're gonna be doin' business later I don't see no harm in dat." Pete agreed with a grimace. He hated that "boy" part but he needed an edge for later he supposed. "An speakin' 'o' dat, hows 'bout we get to talkin' 'bout how much yer gonna--"

"--Nah-ah none of that sort of talk in my living room my good man." Bryce firmly cut in, much to Pete's annoyance. "Personal rule of mine, we save any and all business talk for my private office back yonder. And I don't reckon we'll get back there until my belly is filled with some of those burgers my little Bo-bo if cooking up for us."

Moving over to the side the older Cajun gave Bubba's sore bottom a good slap. A playful action that instantly earned him a dirty look from his son which he deflected with a raised eyebrow in challenge.

"Besides, while go flapping out mouths when you got some showing off to do?" Bryce continued. "Go on Petey Boy, show this "old man" what a ill tempered, half cocked whippersnapper like yourself can do. Heh, not that I'm expecting much."

Shooting Bryce a death glare that could melt industrial strength steep Pete stomped his way over to Bubba and ungraciously dropped down onto his knees, taking the younger gator by the hips in anger as he positioned his cock at the already bruised opening under his scaly tail.

"I'll fuckin' show ya sum trouble ya smarmy bastard." Pete griped under his breath. "Fuckin' show ya and den some!"

Allowing a smirk to cross his features as Pete set about showing what he could do Bryce scooted back and got comfortable against a piece of furniture. My, my the night up ahead was certainly was going to be an interesting one he reasoned. What with the attitude Bubba's little friend had on him. But, that just made Bryce all the more curious to see where things led once he wiped the grumpy look off of the arrogant little buggers face.

Of course, that sort of thinking was best left on the back burner for now. As for now... the only thing on the Molyneux patriarch's mind was that delightful smell of cooking meat wafting in from the back porch and the sound of the front door closing and opening as his middle son Burt and grandson Bradley returned from their errands.

It certainly was nice having a house full of company that day. Company that he could seriously see becoming more than just guests given the way his son was happily complimenting Pete D'caht as he was fucked unskillfully by the grouchy man.

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During dinner, later that night...

The atmosphere on the Molyneux's family's backyard sundeck was an uproariously good one that warm spring night. Seated around the large picnic table that had been dragged up onto the large platform for the occasion the boisterous family of gators, along with their two feline guests, happily ate the large meal that had been prepared by Bubba's older brother Bo and told old stories of their numerous past sexual exploits.

Seated near the head of the table a very pleased with himself Pete D'caht gleefully finished up regaling the company around him about the time he had gotten revenge on his next door neighbor, Gary Wey, for trying to blackmail him by having him gangbanged by himself and three other men.

A story who's imagery caused everyone present, save for the two youngest, to burst out into uproarious laughter at the sexually dominated hippo's expense.

"I think dat horse guy we got ta fuck-I-nate Wey after we wuz through wit him actually keeps in touch with old two-tons." Pete added as he leaned back in his seat and folded his hands over his belly. "Saw'im sneakin' through da fatass's daffy-dills lookin' fer his jockstrap one mornin' on my way to work."

A chorus of snickering and hooting followed Pete's dirty comment, the racket only dying down several minutes later when a smiling Bryce popped the last of his burger into his fang filled maw and motioned for the oldest of the D'caht's to pay attention to him.

"That reminds me Petey." The old gator began with a smirk. "Don't we got ourselves some details to hammer down in my private officer. That is unless you don't want to do it anymore D'caht.'

Reminded of the deal he had talked about making earlier that day and what he'd have to do to make it a reality Pete felt the smug expression that had been on his face for most of the dinner suddenly fall. Looked like the old leathered skinned reptile next to him knew how to spoil a good mood.

"Fine, fine ya old bastard. Let's get to it I 'spose." The dark furred man grumbled as he stood. Eyes traveling around the table, lingering on a few choice faces, Pete smirked again however, thick tongue going out to slowly draw over his two protruding incisors hungrily. "But let's get it over real quick like. I'm thinking' I gots sum hammerin' ta do m'self once we're finished wit our little sit down."

Looking delighted that he was about to have himself a little fun Bryce quickly got to his feet and began heading back towards his home. "Come on then Petey Boy." He called out over his shoulder smirkingly. "My home office is this-a-way. But I won't go promising you that our "negotiations" will be all that quick."

Grumbling something akin to the word "smartass" under his breath Pete grumpily went to join his all too happy for his liking host and fell into step behind Bryce as they walked through the backdoor, rounded a few corners, and entered a long hallway that led deeper into the mansion.

Quiet as they trudged their way through the corridor Pete decided that he'd better go over his battle plan for whatever sort of "negotiations" he was about to be drawn into. It wouldn't do any good to go into it unprepared after all. Especially given that he had learned during dinner how similar Bryce was to his son Bubba. Someone who--and Pete hated to admit this--but someone who often got the better of him without him even realizing it.

Pete bet as soon as they entered whatever half baked closet his backwoods host dared to call his "home office" that the smirking bastard would start in with sugary sweet words and coy alluring looks. Seemingly kind and friendly actions that Bryce would use as deadly, razor sharp weapons to break through his defenses and make him roll over in surrender in all manners of the phrase.

Well, if that's what the old man had up his sleeve then Pete would just have to take out his own big guns and use his patented trinity of underhanded tactics to take control of their negotiations. First he'd have to be as rude as he could possibly be. Get Bryce nice and annoyed with him so he wasn't thinking straight. After that he's switch to being friendly, might even tell a joke or two.

Hopefully the sudden one eighty from intolerable to sociable would confuse and daze the gator. And finally... just when Bryce wasn't sure if he should be cautious or friendly with him Pete would go at him with every ounce of intimidation he could muster. Verbally bum rush the smug older man and lay out all of his demands. That way he'd get the price he wanted and then... well... he'd be the one teaching the gator something this time.

'Yup, dat's jus wut I'll do.' Pete affirmed to himself gleefully, a sinister grin spreading across his face. 'Show da wrinkly fucker who's da bigger man and then give his smart ass a proper reamin'!'

Walking in front of Pete as the large man planned his strategy Bryce slyly peered over his shoulder and smirked when he noticed the thoughtful and evil expression his companion's was sporting. Whatever was brewing in that furry noggin he man bet it was going to be interesting. Yes, it had been quite a while since Bryce had dealt with a young, ambitious buck like Pete D'caht and he was going to enjoy every single second of it. That was if the boy could handle his own time tested tactics.

Enacting the first part of his private plans Bryce came to a sudden stop as they passed a doorway and spun around. In doing so the gator found himself being bumped into by his distracted companion not a moment later, Pete giving a surprised grunt as he lost his footing and stumbled backwards, almost tumbling to the floor.

Grin glinting in the low light of the hallway they were in Bryce happily watched as Pete righted himself and shot him a nasty glare. "Sorry to give you a start there son." He said in a way that showed he wasn't sorry one bit. Pointing over to the door next to him the older man chuckled. "But as you can plainly see we're here. At my private den that's to say."

Taking his eyes off of Bryce only when he was sure he had glared enough, Pete gazed over to the door and scrunched up his nose in disgust when he noticed it bore a homemade plaque engraved with the hand painted words "Grandpoppa's Office". He hated cutsy stuff like that.

"Now we best hurry up and get inside Petey." Bryce continued, seemingly not noticing the air of displeasure between them. "I'm not the sort of man who can stand standing around wasting time when there are better things to do. If you know what I mean."

This was it, step one in Pete's master plan. Time to be as rude as he could be. "Dat yer way tellin' me ta move my ass old man?" He wondered moodily. "An here I thought you southern types had better manners."

"What I said doesn't have anything to do with southern hospitality Petey boy." Bryce said with the calmness of a put upon parent. "Just thought as a fellow business man you knew better than to keep someone you're dealing with waiting." Chuckling he pushed open the door to his office and flourished for them to enter. "Not that I wouldn't mind it if we just stood here looking at each other instead. Can't get enough of that cute and grumpy face you got going over there Mr. D'caht."

Stunned for a moment Pete quickly tried to process the compliment he unexpectedly had been given. Did someone just call him cute!? Glaring over to Bryce to confirm this outrageous concept Pete was annoyed to see the other man batting his eyes at him, an emotion that only got stronger when he realized that the flirty action was causing an unwanted heat to develop in his cheeks.

Thankfully for Pete's own sense of pride he was able to quickly shove his honest response to Bryce's flirting and cover it up with a haughty huff. 'Get fuckin hold of yerself D'caht!' He snapped. 'Dis ain't yer fist rodeo so don't go gettin' all intimidated!!!'

His usual dismissive mask firmly back in place, Pete quickly took Bryce's offer and brushed his way past the other man, entering the room beyond the door with a haughty sniff. This put upon attitude soon hit a bit of a snag though when Pete ended up setting foot into something completely different than what he had been expecting. Definitely not the small rinky-dink operation he thought he'd find inside of the gator's country home earlier.

Looking around as he slowly walked into the center of the room Pete let out a small impressed sound. Bryce's "home office" was something right out of those old TV shows set in the sixties. The ones filled with immensely successful business men who could buy and sell people with a simple wave of their hands.

Yup everything from the lush white carpeting on the floor to the matching couch and large black mahogany desk and minibar screamed professional business class. And being in the middle of all this splendor unsettled Pete for a reason he quite couldn't understand.

Of course the thing that truly intimidated Pete in the end however was the thing he spotted last. Plastered all over the wall behind the desk, between a filing cabinet and the minibar were a large collection of golden plaques, accolades, and hung photographs. The last of which depicted several images of Bryce throughout his life shaking hands or posing with famous celebrities, wealthy socialites, and--much to Pete's surprised--even a few former US presidents and other world leaders.

It was only when the door closed shut behind him with an ominous clunk that Pete was able to snap out of his awestruck state and return to what was going on in the present. The large man giving his head a quick hard shake as Bryce smugly strolled past him, towards his desk and wall of accomplishments.

"I can see you got yourself an eye for fine décor Mr. D'caht." Bryce said as he rounded the side of his desk and took a seat in the huge imported leather office chair behind it. "I know it's a bit old fashioned in looks but I truly loved the sixties. Did some of my best work while getting taking some interesting... things with a few hippie friends of mine."

"Ya don't say." Pete murmured as he walked over to the couch.

Flopping down the dark furred male decided that he better get right down to business. Who knew where things could go if he allowed Bryce to start rambling. He might start to let down his guard if he came to like the alligator.

"So how we gonna start this party Molyneux?" Pete asked, his best serious business man face presented to his host. "Ya better not try an pull nuffin' jus so we're clear. Not dat you stand a chance mind ya."

Expecting Bryce to get angry at his rudeness Pete smirked a little and waited for the first volley. However, instead of getting angry all the other man did was nod and chuckle. "I'll have to keep that in mind Petey Boy." He laughed. "As for how we begin, how about you tell this old swamp dweller what it is exactly what you want? I'm sure whatever it was again will be easy for me to get for you. What with the connections I accrued throughout the years."

A frown replacing his confident grin Pete was perplexed as to why his being rude plan hadn't worked in the slightest. Usually people reacted negativity to his nasty self whenever they talked but this guy... he just acted like nothing happened.

'Humm... maybe I should move onta da actin' friendly stick?' Pete concluded as Bryce watched him from across the desk. 'Yeah, dat'll work. I'm sure 'o' it.'

Doing his best to put on a fake smile Pete decided he'd begin the next round with a little joke. Saying something humorous often made people let down their guards. And when that happened he could go for their throats. Metaphorically of course.

"He-he-he, so yer a man who can get things done, huh Molyneux?" Pete asked slyly. "Well then, iffin dat's true then I'm gonna have'ta 'member dat when Super Bowl time comes 'round."

For a moment Bryce seemed to be baffled by what Pete had said, scaly brows knitting together as he tilted his head to the side. "You want... tickets to a ball game?" He questioned, going deep into thought a moment later. "Well... alright then. If it's tickets you're after than I'll get them for you. Heck why just stop at one game? I'll get you seats for every game in the country for the next five years!!"

"W-What!" Pete shouted, his own breath catching in his throat in shock. "Yer not serious 'bout dat, are ya?"

Bryce raised an eyebrow ridge and smirked. "As serious as a horny sailor in need of a good whore during shore leave." Reaching into the front pocket of his shirt the bemused gator took out an expensive looking smartphone and brought up his contacts list. "Like I said, I got connections Petey. Wonderful men and women who owe me a mess of favors for keeping all their various proclivities under wraps. Ones that they wouldn't dare risk getting out."

Rendered completely speechless while Bryce began to flip through his phone Pete suddenly found himself having a hard time swallowing. If Bryce wasn't just blowing smoke up his ass right now then how in hell was he going to come out on top during their meeting they were having? Yes, for the first time in a very, very long time Pete D'caht was actually worried that someone else was going to best him.

From his seat Bryce gleefully watched his guest out of the corner of his eye with a small smile on his muzzle. It certainly was amusing him to no end to see the several concerned emotions play across Pete's grumpy features. If one simple statement on his part rattled the younger man then he dared to think how enjoyable it was going to be to put him completely on edge.

Moving on to do just that Bryce pretended to look surprised as if he just thought of something. "Now wait a second..." He began with a drawl. "Didn't we come back here to discuss you buying auto parts?" Placing down his phone the more mature man grinned in a way that was only slightly unhinged. "Not that I can't get you da tickets alongside with the parts. Just going to cost you an extra helping of thick gator meat up that doughy ass of--"

"--All I need is da parts Molyneux." Pete quickly said in with a growl. He certainly didn't like the direction that last sentence was going in. "Iffin I wanted tickets I'd jus go get'um m'self without yer damn help."

"Well, if you're sure son." Bryce said replied with a shrug. "Now that we're clear on what it is you really want how about we get started then. I'm suspecting you got yourself a little list or something, correct?"

"Yeah I got one." Grumbling at how Bryce had predicted his actions Pete shoved his hand into his back pocket and produced a crumpled piece of paper from it which he tossed over onto the desk. "Here ya go old timer." He began. "This here should jus 'bout cover everything. Dat is iffin yer telling' da truth 'bout actually being able ta get me anything."

Picking the ball of paper that had been tossed at him Bryce carefully unrolled it and gazed over the contents. "Humm... going to have to look into this." He hummed. "Give me a few minutes won't you son?'

Pushing his seat the ex-CEO quickly got up onto his feet and padded over to a filing cabinet to his left completely missing the confused look his use of the word "son" had caused in Pete. Pulling open the top drawer and then the second when he didn't find what he had been looking for the gator rummaged around for a bit and then took out several paper filled binders which he transferred back over onto the desk.

"You're lucky Bo-bo and Burt talked me into keeping records here at the house Mr. D'caht." Bryce commented as he slammed the drawers he had opened shut and returned to his chair. "If they hadn't I'd have to go all the way down to the company in the city to find out what I had and didn't have."

"Yeah, yeah Wutever old man." Pete snorted. He was beginning to get irritated by the casual way the other man was acting. "Jus don't keep me waiting fer too long while ya read over there." There was a smug look. "Been told by some know-it-all dat it's un-pro-fessional ta do so."

"That it is son, that it is." Bryce replied absently.

Scowling at how he was being mostly ignored Pete folded his arms over his chest and slouched down into the couch he was seated on, watching as Bryce opened the first of the booklets he had taken out, extensively scanning over the small printed text written within for several long boring minutes.

There were several times during this increasingly long pause in conversation that Pete heard the older man make a pleased hum and several other where he made a negative one. Each new sound making Pete more and more nervous as he sat there. With the expensive and rare things he had written down that afternoon he assumed it would take quite a bit of trouble acquiring everything. Something he could lord over the other man after his boasting. Not that that's what ended up happening when Bryce finally finished.

"Seems like you're in luck Petey boy." Bryce said after what felt like an hour. "Nearly everything you wrote down here is sitting in one of my company's refurbishing warehouses." He frowned. "Except for these last three things. We don't deal much with nineteen-fifty auto parts at Emerald Motors. Least not since fifty-nine."

"Thought you said you could get me anything though." Pete said with a smug smirk. Sure he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted but it made him feel good to see the alligator go back on his promise. Guess he wasn't as high and might as he thought. "Guess I'll just have'ta look elsewhere iffin I want to--"

"--Suppose I'll just have to give Marky Feldmouse over at Fjord a call." Bryce interrupted with a put upon sigh.

Choking on his breath once again, Bryce stared over at Bryce owlishly. "Marky Feldmouse!" He yelped, voice rough from a short coughing fit. "You don't mean da actin' CEO of Fjord, Mark Feldmouse, do ya!?"

"That'd be him." Bryce confirmed. Picking up his phone the older man began dialing a number with his thumb. "Let's just hope the big windbag doesn't end up talking my nonexistent ear off like the last time we talked. Man runs his mouth more than a babbling brook."

Left speechless as Bryce proceeded to call up one of the leading automotive industry figures like it was nothing special, Pete more of his confidence drain out of him. Bryce really did have the connections to back up all his talk. And that alone made Pete begin to sweat.

Unaware of the turmoil his simple phone call was causing on the couch across from him Bryce let out a happy sounding growl when his friend picked up the line. "Marky? This you? It's Bryce Molyneux.' He greeted with an easy smile. "Yes... yes, yes I know we haven't talked in ages. ...Been busy enjoying my retirement and sowing my wild oats what else would I be doing? ... ... ... Yup the boys are doing good. How're things on your side of the country going?"

Nodding his head as Marky began regaling him with every single detail about his life and family Bryce reclined in his seat and made a "talking too much" motion with his hands. "Well now that's just wonderful Marky." The scaly man eventually interrupted. There was just so much gossip he could take. "Now I hate to ask you this out of the blue but I'm going to be calling in a favor. Got a friend here who needs some of those collectables you keep in that private museum of yours. Just has to have them."

There were a few more moments of chatter from Marky before Bryce let loose a deep belly laugh. "Don't worry I'll make sure you're amply compensated for everything." He assured. "You got some vacation time coming up don't you? ... ...Good, good in that case let's go for a boy's weekend. Maybe pick up a few showgirls and boys and have fun in a penthouse hotel room like we did with Sergy last year."

Another round of uproarious laughter followed Bryce's words, the man who he was speaking with apparently saying something that had the Cajun reaching under his desk to grope himself through his pants. "Wonderful Marky. I'll send you a text with the specifics though email in the morning." Bryce informed once their amusement died down a little. "Make sure to tell your grandkids that Uncle Bryce said hello... ... ... Bye Marky, take care."

Hitting the end button on his phone Bryce stared down at the device fondly for a moment before he shifted focus back over to Pete. "Alright then Petey Boy. Looks. Like. You. Are. All. set." He happily announced. "Told you I could get you whatever you wanted?"

"Dat's it?" Pete asked slightly out of breath. No way it could have been that easy. Especially given the market value of some of the things he had written down. "Jus one phone call?"

"Dat's it." Bryce mimicked back, his voice lowering to match Pete's vernacular. Opening a drawer in his desk the older man removed an ornate box from it which he revealed to contain several thick cigars. "You expect something more complicated boy?" He asked as he took one and sliced off the end with the claw on his thumb. "Sorry to disappoint if that's the case."

"I 'spose it's alright." Pete said moodily.

Snorting Bryce quickly cleared the area in front of him of the binders and held out the box of cigars out towards Pete. "Here son, wrap your lips around this. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." He chuckled, the double meaning of his words palatable. "Nothing beats having yourself a good cigar after finishing off a round successful negotiations."

Suspicious as to if the cigars being offered to him were a trick Pete cautiously lifted himself out of his seat and reached over to take one. "Guess I can save myself one fer later." He said begrudgingly as he placed the brown stick into his shirt pocket. "But we ain't 'exactly done wit our deal now are we? Still gotta go over how much dough ya want me dishin' out."

Lighting his cigar with a silver plated lighter that he kept with the rest of his stash Bryce smirked. "What do you think would be a fair price?" He wondered. "Be rude of me to give you an estimate you couldn't pay after all."

"Naw, you go first leatherhead." Pete quickly insisted back. If there was one thing he had learned a long time ago it was let the other guy quote a price first. That way you always had somewhere to go lower when the true bartering started. "Don't wanna be rude m'self by offerin' ya too little. Wit smokes as good as these yer gonna need a fortune jus ta imports' to da states under da radar."

'Smarter than I though.' Bryce thought amusingly.

Not allowing this newfound sliver of appreciation for his companion show Bryce turned his chair to the side and propped his feet up on his desk, the only sound in the room for several minutes being his old office chair as he rocked back and forth.

"Let's see... what would be a reasonable price for all that stuff." Bryce said in almost a solemn way. "As you can imagine, with me owning a multination company, that I don't really need anymore cash. Maybe we could settle things by you doing me a service like we said earlier. Something that will be pleasant for both of us."

Becoming irritated that the other man was yet again bringing up the subject of fucking him Pete growled lowly and glared at him fiercely. "Stop beatin' 'round da bush Molyneux." He snapped. "I ain't no whore so jus give me a damn price before ya go senile or sumthin'!"

Bryce could feel his eyebrow give a twitch at that sort of disrespect but remained indifferent, the rocking of his chair keeping him calm as he removed his cigar and flicked off some ash from the end. "Forty-five thousand then." He simply said. "And know this Petey Boy... the only reason I'm giving you a price that low is because you're Jakey's cute little buddy. With most men I don't even consider lowering."

'CUTE LITTLE BUDDY!!!!' Oooooh, if there was one thing that Pete hated more than anything it was being patronized. No one... not a single fucking person on this earth and all it's variations patronized him like that and lived to not regret it. Looked like it was time for the last stage in his plans. Time to go at Bryce full force and verbally pummel the Cajun without mercy.

"I'll give ya three thousand fer da whole lot." Pete huffed out stubbornly. "An jus so ya know fossil breath; There ain't nuffin' ya can say dat'll make me budge on dat sorta price."

"In that case it's forty-eight thousand now." Bryce countered back easily. "I don't take kindly to being disrespected like that or being called a fossil. Only thing rock-like about Bryce Molyneux is his cock when company's over."

"An I don't ah-pre-she-ate you tryin' ta stiff me all da damn time old man." Pete growled back.

A smug expression crossing over his face the large man pressed his back against the back of the couch he was one and crossed his arms over his chest. "B'sides these parts 'o' yers are second hand." He continued. "I'm bettin' dat yer jus tryin' ta find someone ta take them off yer backwoods, two-bit, good fer nuffin' company's hands before an inspector or sumthin' shuts ya down for faulty craftsmanship."

Taking in everything that Pete just said Bryce abruptly stopped rocking and slowly slid his feet off of his desk, expression dark as he came to stare at his guest like a predator staring down prey. "You best be taking back what you just said boy." The gator growled out in warning. "Last man fool enough to shoot off his mouth like you just did still hasn't been found."

From his spot atop the couch Pete oddly began to feel a dark and foreboding air settle over him at the threat just issued. It was a horrible, suffocating miasma of ill intent and danger that permeated his very soul. The cold reptilian eyes boring into him making him want to cringe.

In many ways it reminded him of his ex-wife Peg. A person who while lovely in her own way was a force to be reckoned with when pissed off. To that date she had been the only person in Pete's life who ever truly frighten him. At least until now with Bryce.

However, ignoring his instincts screaming at him to rescind what he had oh so foolishly said Pete instead decided to double down. "I ain't takin' back nuffin' old man." He stubbornly growled back with a hint of superiority. "I'll admit yer a big man wit all yer fancy connections, but I'm Fucking Pete D'caht! An dat means I ain't gonna give ya any more then wut I offered! So jus fuckin take it an maybe... maybe I'll give ya five minutes 'o' head in return."

Expecting Bryce to back down in the face of the vocal thrashing he had just given him Pete happily reclined in his seat and lifted his nose in the air. This was it, he had won the battle and could bask in the rewards. However, instead of getting a meek sounding "Okay Mr. D'caht" like always got when he laid down the law the only thing that Pete was gifted with was hysterical laughter at his expense.

"You really think you're something else, don't you Petey?" Bryce managed to say in between belly shaking bouts of laughter. "It'd be funnier if it weren't so god damn pathetic!"

That was it, Pete had had it with this man! "Watch who yer callin' pathetic geezer." He snapped. "Jus fuckin' stop it and do wut I jus told ya ta do. Take 'm offer!"

"Fuck no!" Bryce shouted back angrily, his previous amusement dropping away in a flash.

Extinguishing his cigar in his palm, much to Pete cringing surprise, the elderly man slowly and carefully lifted himself out of his seat and walked over to the minibar. "Did Jakey ever tell you about my life Mr. D'caht?" Bryce wondered as he reached the small liquor filled cabinet and began preparing himself a drink. "It's quite a story, you know. One filled with uplifting experiences and a touch of romance. ...Actually. scratch that last part. What I meant is it's filled with several bouts of unrestrained, multiple partnered sex."

Grumbling at that Pete sulkily shook his head in response to Bryce's question. It had been over twenty years since him and Bubba had met and he had learned more about the gator in the last afternoon during any of it. "Suitcase didn't say much of nuffin' 'bout you or anyone else he wuz related to." He harrumphed. "Didn't even know you were loaded till dis afternoon."

"Figures he'd be tight lip about that." Pausing, Bryce picked up a vintage bottle of scotch and popped open the top, the scent tickling his nose as his mouth watered. "Boy probably didn't want you or anyone else treating him different because he's going to be rich when I pass." He explained while pouring the golden brown scotch into a crystal glass. "Part of the reason why he left home when he turned eighteen. Said he wanted to be his own man."

Taking a long sip of his drink, Bryce smacked his lips and traveled over to the couch with a lazy gait. "I'll tell you this, when he said that I don't think I was ever prouder of him." Reaching the couch he tiredly dropped down onto it next to Pete, the closeness making the furred man feel uneasy. "You got any idea why I was so proud Mr. D'caht?"

Though wary as to where this was going Pete couldn't help but respond. "No... why?"

"Because the big fool was following in my footsteps!!" Bryce revealed with a loud laugh. "Did something similar when I took control of my family's garage when I was sixteen. Not something I wanted to do mind you but we needed the money and eventually I came to love working my ass off in all of that grease and gasoline."

There was a wry chuckle as Bryce took another sip of his drink and shook his head, fond memories clouding his eyes a little. "Hell I loved it so much I even cut short my honeymoon so I could get back and finish a bunch of cars I had been working on." He said thoughtfully. "Probably why Jenny left me for that pool boy we were both secretly fucking behind each other's backs."

"Wut da fuck does dis have'ta do wit anything?" Pete rudely asked, finally finding his voice. Sure it was mildly interesting but it wasn't really something he cared about.

All it took was one loud snarl from Bryce to stop Pete this time, the usually gruff and sinister man flinching in a way that irritatingly reminded him of his own son's skittish behavior. "What I'm trying to tell you Pussy..." Bryce chuckled. "...Cat is that you ain't got one fucking idea who the hell you're dealing with."

Downing the last of his drink Bryce's twisted around in his seat, the older man slowly and menacingly closing the distance between their faces as he continued speaking. "In the forty plus years since I muscled my poppa out of his business I took that failing small town garage of his and built it up into a multinational, six-point-eight billion dollar multinational enterprise!" The gator informed. "And during all that time I've been invited to the Whitehouse on six separate occasions by four US presidents, rubbed elbows with celebrities and men richer than god himself, and brokered multibillion dollar deals with CEOs living in foreign countries that I reckon you ain't never even heard of."

A husky growl followed. One that was filled with such dirty implication that the very heat of it sent a chill straight down Pete's spine and to his cock. "And all that's not counting how many of them guys and gals ended up under me. All of them squealing like stuffed pigs while good ol' Poppa Bryce fucked them into the carpet with all the force and gentleness of a locomotive going full steam through a china store." Bryce smirked dirtily. "I still get the occasional obscene phone call from a certain Scotsman billionaire, playduck philanthropist."

Finishing his impassioned and very intimidating speech with that, Bryce took several moments to catch his breath, forehead nearly pressed up against Pete's as he panted out heated, alcohol laced breath onto the cat's thick lips. Then suddenly, the whole situation did a one-eighty, Bryce scooting back to his side of the couch with a grin as his previous happy demeanor returned like nothing had happened.

"So in other words, Mr. "Fucking" Pete D'caht... a small town used lemon peddler like you doesn't stand a snowballs chance in hell of getting one over on this old fossil breathed gator." Bryce concluded as he carefully drew his finger around the inside of his glass and licked his clawed digit clean. "And now that your knowledgeable about that, what you are going to do is shut your mouth, take whatever offer I decide to give you, and top it off by dropping down onto your knees thanking me. Is that UNDERSTOOD son!?"

Voice catching in his throat in the tense moments that followed Bryce's declaration Pete found himself internally debating whether or not he should agree to the terms just laid out before him. He could always keep up his usual tough guy routine, remain stubborn and try giving his rebuttal. But... after that royally demoralizing dressing down he had just been given there was no way in hell he'd dare incur the wrath of the man glaring at him. Pete was pigheaded after all, not stupid.

Seeing he had no other choice Pete slumped his shoulders and angrily stared down at his lap in defeat. "Understood." He mumbled.

"WHAT DA HELL DID YOU SAY?!" Bryce barked. "SAY IT RIGHT BOY OR ELSE!!"

"I said I understand perfectly, SIR yes SIR!" Pete automatically said, his military training rearing it's head. "I-I'll pay ya every cent of dat forty-eight thousand price tag ya offered earlier."

"Sorry boy but that sweet little deal went flying out the window the very second you ticked me off." Bryce announced mean-spiritedly. "If you truly want those high quality parts now you're going to have to work off that black furred, big as all outdoors, ass of yours of for them."

Pete quickly suppressed the growl he felt about to come out of him. He hated being gripped by the balls like this. "Meaning..." He began tensely. "There's no way in hell I'm gonna do chores or sumthin' for ya if dat's where yer going."

"As amusing as seeing you cutting my lawn in nothing but a pair of tight short shorts and a sunflower sunhat would be Petey that isn't what I was driving towards." Bryce chuckled. Reaching down the older man gave his cock a quick squeeze through the fabric of his jeans, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. "What I did mean was you and me making a little deal. You know, like the professional businessmen we both are."

A deal? Now that was something Pete could get into despite the implication of what he might have to do. Besides who knew, maybe if he was crafty enough he could still come out on top. "Alright, wut's da deal?"

"Oh it's more than just good son, it's damn near biblical in it's greatness!" Bryce assured. Continuing to rub himself the gator gave a large toothy grin. "Here it is... I want you to render you tubby self completely at my mercy for the rest of the night. No complaining, no being stubborn, no being a whiny little bitch. Just you obeying me in whatever sick and twisted scenario this old mind can conceive of."

Yup, Pete didn't like that one bit. For him to be submissive like that actually turned his belly a little. Mostly at the thought of appearing weak. "What you offerin' in return?" He asked regardless.

"You do that for me and I'll hand over everything you wanted without expecting anything in return." Was Bryce's smirking response. "Or in other words: I'll give you every single piston, hubcap, steering column, and vintage part completely and absolutely free of charge."

"F-F-F-REE!" Pete exclaimed, his mouth beginning to droll at the very notion. If he got everything without having to open his wallet than this whole venture would be nothing but pure profit. It had to be too good to be true. "Yer not yankin' 'm leg 'bout dis are ya?" He asked curious. "Yer bein' serious."

Bryce rolled his eyes at the question. "Again you ask me that!" He exclaimed. "Since you can't get it though your head though let me lay it out for you straight Pussy... Cat, you don't pay a single cent if you let me have my way with you."

Giving his temperament Bryce had expected Pete to start in with the arguing. The fat man trying his best to get him to change the offer he just issued. But, to his immense and pleasant surprise instead of a fight the younger man instead held out his palm, face grim and mildly upset as he waited for Bryce to take it which he did after a moment.

"Deal!" Both announced as they shook.

"But wut I do here don't go any further then da two of us old man." Pete was quick to add while yanking his hand free. "Ya hear me?"

"I wouldn't tell a soul Mr. D'caht." Bryce agreed, the look on his face wholly unconvincing.

Pete grumbled. "So... how we gonna start dis damn thing?"

Clearly bubbling with excitement now that he had everything in place for a pleasant evening of entertaining Bryce scratched at his green scaled muzzle deep in thought. "Get your mighty self back on your feet Petey." He commanded once his quick brainstorming session was over. "Give Poppa a little strip show and let him see what he's got to work with."

"You ain't my poppa." Pete grumpily snapped.

Bryce nodded. "Might not be, but you'll be calling me that by nights end." He said.

"Like hell I will." Pete proudly declared. He might be giving up his ass but there was no way he'd give up all his self respect. He was the daddy when it came to sex. "Ain't ever gonna say that."

"If you say son." Bryce sighed, humoring the other man. "Just shut your mouth now and strip down. I want my damn show!"

Complaining under his breath as he rose from his seat next Pete sulkily spun around to face his tormentor for the night and brought his hands up to begin unbutton his shirt. The thin piece of casual ware quickly giving way and parting, exposing the soft dark fur of his bare chest.

"Yer lucky I want those damn parts." The undressing man said, just to be spiteful. "Cause I'd never do dis utter-wise."

Giving a halfhearted hum of acknowledgement Bryce tuned out Pete's complaints and let his eyes roam over every inch of skin being revealed to him. "You got yourself a nice little rack for a fella." He commented. "Bet if I went and nibbled on them you'd start fidgeting in all the right ways."

"Yeah, yeah wutever." Pete grumped back. Letting his shirt fall to the ground the large man next moved onto his shorts, the belt keeping them up unbuckling with a metallic snap before they to joined his other clothes, rending him completely naked.

"See you enjoy going commando don't you?" Bryce said chuckling when the last article of clothing was removed. "Never could stand underwear myself either. Unless you count the occasional jock strap."

Slumping down in his seat after that and spreading his legs open wide the older man started to rub himself again, slow deliberate motions as he enjoyed the sensation of his cock pressing up against the fabric inside of his pants. "Spin around and show me that ass now." He ordered, Pete complying with only slight hesitance a moment later. "Good boy, good. Now go and bend over... yes like that! Steady yourself with them meaty mitts on the desk and spread your legs wide, stick out that melon shaped thing for me!"

Now positioned in one of the most whorish ways imaginable Pete grumbled another complaint under his breath. A man like him should never have to be in this sort of position. What was worse was the appreciative hum that came from behind, Bryce letting out his pleasure at the sight of his ass with a amused catcall as he eyed him like meat.

"How long do I gotta do this?" Pete griped. "'M back's startin' ta get sore."

"Ah-ah no complaints, remember?" Bryce reminded.

Unzipping his jeans the gator pulled out his inflating cock, the heady scent of his own musk and sweat making his sexual appetite rise while he pumped the ripening shaft. "Move them hips a little. Let the fat shake for me." He implored. "You know do that... that... hummmmm, now what did Bradley call it... ... ... Oh, yeah, twerk a little for me Pussy Cat."

Mentally protesting every step of the way Pete began to move his lower half up and down awkwardly, his large rounded bottom giving Bryce the show he wanted and then some. 'Fuckin' bastard's gonna pay fer dis one day.' He told himself as he bounced. 'Don't care how big 'n' bad he is. Gonna find a way even if it kills me.'

Hand moving faster over his hard cock Bryce hitched his breath as he fixedly watched the jiggling half globes in front of him. Sure, he was a man who enjoyed himself when chubby young things like his grandson and Pj were around but there was just something about seeing a mature man of Pete's size moving so erotically that really lit a fire in his belly. One that Bryce desperately needed to continue feeding so he could fully work himself into a sexual frenzy.

"Alright, that's enough." Bryce said after having his fill. "Don't you go moving an inch though. I'm going to need you in that same position for what I got planned next.

Clumsily standing the emerald colored man unsteadily padded his way back over to his desk, large dick wobbling from side to side as he walked past Pete with a small smack to the other man's bottom. "How you holding up so far by the way?" He asked as he dropped down into a squat behind his workspace. "You starting to enjoy the whole being someone's bitch thing? Most men do once I start with them."

"Well that ain't gonna happen with me." Pete huffed back in a whiney mocking voice. "I'm da one who usually does dis shit, not da utter way 'round."

Yanking open the most bottom drawer of his desk Bryce quickly removed an old looking, well worn shoebox from it. "Oooh now, that don't sound like a man who's keeping up his part of our deal now does it?" He teased. "Say what I want to hear and say it proper."

The desk he was leaning on giving a creak as he clenched his hands into tight fists, Pete took several harsh breaths in an attempt to keep himself from exploding. "I'm doing fuckin' dandy old man." He ground out. "Dat wut ya wanna hear?"

Getting the sense that Pete's response was as close as he was going to get to what he wanted Bryce lumbered back up onto his feet and hefted his box onto the top of his desk. Lifting the lid he revealed it to be full of all sorts of dirty toys and other sexual paraphernalia.

Everything from simple dildos, to a paddle baring Greek letters, to a nine or so inched metallic vibrator that had some sort of dial on end. The last of which Bryce was quick to remove and show to his soon to be "sub".

"Say hello to the Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san!" Bryce said with a big crap eating grin. "Bo bought me this sweet little sucker last time he went to Japan to network with Kenny."

Using his thumb to work the dial the gator started the small device up, the long cylindrical shaft starting to buzz and vibrate violently. "Can't tell you how many times that chubby little fuck's snuck in here and stole it. Seems he likes going to meetings and everything with it jammed up his tail hole."

Despite his situation Pete snorted in amusement. "Knew dat guy was a slut." He remarked. "Even a bigger one than m' boy is iffin wut ya jus said wuz true."

"Damn right he is and that's just one of his many talents as you saw at dinner." Bryce crowed. "But I'm thinking you'll like it just as much when I use it on you tonight. Get your insides buzzing and twitching so good that you'll beg me to ship you one after you leave."

"Doubt dat." Pete growled. When his comment earned him a raised eyebrow ridge in response the used car salesman sighed. "Fine... go an use it. Jus don't go loosin' da damn thing up my hole. I ain't gonna be explainin' sumthin' like dat to a doctor."

Bryce licked his lips with a grin. "Don't worry." He assured. "I got a fisting kit somewhere around da house. If it goes missing I'll just open you up and reach in there after it." Flicking the dildo off again the older man carefully placed it where Pete had to stare at it and clapped his hands together. "With that out of the way, time I got you ready. You best go gritting those teeth and arching that back so I can work properly."

Angry pout on his face as Bryce walked back around him Pete glared at the item he'd soon know intimately and wondered what exactly he had gotten himself into. Sure he wasn't unfamiliar to the sensation of having something up his ass. One long ago afternoon he had--after making sure he was home alone of course--conducted a little experiment with one of the toys he had bought. Mostly for curiosities sake you understand. And while that experience had been enjoyable the idea of letting Bryce use something on him... well, it worried him.

'Not like I gotta choice in da matter.' Pete concluded with a huff. 'Not iffin I want them damn parts and all.'

Too distracted with the task he was about to begin to notice the worry in his partner's eyes Bryce excitedly stared down at the hairy crack of the man bending over so nicely and submissively for him. He had a great deal of dirty ideas of what to do with those lovely mounds of meat. all of them pleasurable to be sure if not a little painful.

But, Bryce understood that to get to that point he needed to work his companion over in just the right way. Pete might have agreed to their deal but with his temper that could change in a heartbeat. Luckily for Bryce he was an expert about how to get people to broaden their minds. That was if you went by the number of married and highly conservative leaning men he had seduced into bottoming for him in the past.

'Here goes nothing.' The elderly man thought happily with a lick of his lips.

Resting both of his large palms on Pete's backside Bryce grinned sinisterly and pried the two full cheeks apart. As expected the cat's tight pucker was a sight to behold. The small and tight looking orifice winking back at the gator as he inhaled and lobbed a big wad of spit into the heated crack.

Acting quick as the viscous fluid slowly dribbled down the furrow Bryce then worked the tip of his left index finger into the small hole, prodding and poking with just enough force to alert it's owner that he'd soon be penetrating it. "You feel a little tight back here." He chuckled as he continued testing the durability of the ring of muscle. "How many men you had back here? Must not be many given how big that ego of yours is."

"Only one who's fucked me is yer son." Pete answered. No reason to lie about that he supposed. Might actually intimidate the other man knowing another, younger gator had been inside him before. "An I'm bettin' he does a better job then you do when ya get started."

"I love the boy but he's a might too gentle during sex for my taste." Bryce retorted. "As for me... well I tend to leave bruises and claw marks all over da place. Really like working people over and never got a complaint for the rough treatment. Far from it in fact."

Pete let out a puff of air at that tidbit of information. So Bubba was the gentle Molyneux when it came to sex huh? That was something hard to believe considering how roughly the gator had fucked him the few times they had switched roles. Just thinking about that first time they had been together, the mechanic reaming him out against one of the busted up cars down in the used car lot's garage. It was enough to make the sinister man smirk. If only a little.

It turned out this rare, Mona Lisa smile was a mistake though. Because, leaning over so he could look down at Pete, Bryce caught sight of it and commented on what he had seen, his curious finger finally piercing the tight ring of muscle he had been teasing the same moment he began to talk.

"What's got you grinning?" Bryce questioned while slowly moving his finger back and forth. "You getting off on this or... are you thinking about my son fucking you."

Pete almost lost balance when Bryce correctly guessed his thoughts. That small stumble being all the answer Bryce needed as he continued to finger the mammal. "To think you called Bo a slut!" Bryce chuckled as he added a second finger to his ministrations. "Look at you Pussy Cat. Getting hard as a rock, your asshole twitching at the mere thought of being with my Jakey!"

Wincing as each word Bryce spoke was punctuated by a hard jab at his inners Pete growled. "I wasn't thinkin' 'bout dat lame brain suitcase old man!" He insisted with a pant. "I wuz... I wuz thinkin' of how much money I'm gonna make after dis is over! Yeah, dat's it!"

Completely unconvinced by Pete' vehement denial Bryce quickly upped his game again, a third finger joining it's two brothers as he twisted his wrist roughly, all three thick digits drilling into his mammalian playmate again and again.

"If that's the case then I'm sorry for the assumption son." Bryce said with a sinister grin. "It's not going to be pretty though when I tell Jakey finds out he don't turn you on as much as money does. Maybe it'll be the final kick in the pants he needs to come home for good.

"I didn't say dat either!" Pete immediately snapped, a slightly confusing shiver that wasn't caused by pleasure going through him. "Jus wasn't thinkin' bout him right dis minute."

And that was all the answer Bryce needed to a burning question that had been forming in his mind ever since his son and his friends walked onto his sun deck. So this fat man thought of Jake as something a little more than a fuck buddy. Bryce made sure to file that away for later. It might be fun later teasing the pair about what they were to one another. But as for now... well he had something else to entertain him.

Withdrawing his fingers Bryce chuckled merrily and eyed the wide gaping hole he had partially prepared. Nothing better looking in his opinion than an ass ready for a pounding. Not that that's what it was going to be getting next mind you.

"Okay son, you're ready for your appointment with Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san!" Reaching over Pete's shoulder Bryce gingerly picked up said device, the trip of the metallic surface sliding against the heavier man's cheek as it was retrieved. "Can't wait to see how badly you fidget when this baby's humming away back there. Bet you start begging for Poppa to pull it back out before you cum."

"Thought I already told ya, I ain't callin ' ya dat!" Pete managed to grunt out as he caught his breath. Though he was loath to admit it that drilling thing Bryce had done almost undid him. Not that he'd ever offer up that sort of info. "But fine. Go ahead an do yer worse old man. I won't crack."

"More in the habit of giving my best Pussy Cat." Bryce remarked.

After giving Pete's backside another good sharp slap the older man spat more of his own saliva into his own hand and used the slick liquid to ready his instrument of choice. Once the shaft was nice and ready he moved onto pressing the torpedo shaped head against Pete's open and reddened hole, the long thick rod easily slipping inside and thanks to the preparations he had done, inch after pleasurable inch.

Clenching his teeth as he felt the large sex toy entered him, Pete did his best to suppress the grunt that wanted to pass thought his lips. Not because of the pain, for there was little of that, but because of the nice tingling sensation that went through him as his rear entrance was nicely stretched by the dildo's girth.

'Calm da hell down.' Pete demanded of himself. 'Don't let'um know dat it's not dat bad.'

Pushing his toy in until seven of it's nine inches were buried deep within the grouchy man's ass Bryce then turned the dial at the end to it's first setting, the small number one with Japanese text lighting up as it turned on.

As predicted, as soon as the steel plated vibrator began to vibrate in the elderly man's palm Pete's head shot straight up, lips parting and eyes going wide in a silent gasp. Guess he wasn't as immune to Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san's magic touch as he said he would be.

"This here is low speed or the "gentle tickling" setting." Bryce revealed, the same lecturing tone he had used earlier that afternoon coming back with a vengeance. "Most men get off on just a few minutes of this? You going to be able to last that long son?"

"Y-YES." Pete huffed. "Ba-barely feel a t-thing ta t-t-tell ya da truth."

Bryce gave a mean spirited chuckle and flicked the dial up another level. "Then let's rev things up, shall we?" He asked. "This would be setting 2, Increased vigor."

Pete almost let out a yelp as the thing in his ass sped up. "Dat all ya got moneybags?!" He challenged.

Narrowing his eyes Bryce went and shifted the vibrator up two more settings, all the way to five. "This is the "Tsuyoi Sakuganki" or the mighty Jackhammer." He growled. "You feeling anything now?"

This time Pete failed to respond, his head unsteadily moving back and forth as he shook it. The large gruff man too afraid he'd say something stupid if spoke. How the hell did people endure this kind of vibration going through them.

"So you say you still don't feel a thing, huh?" Bryce said with a knowing hum, fully understanding why Pete hadn't answered. "Alright then, let's see how you handle the last setting, "Kyodai Jishin"!"

Long past the desire to take mercy on the stubborn man he was giving pleasure to Bryce cranked the vibrator all the way up to twelve, the buzzing it made growing so loud that it sounded more like a motor cycle revving than a functioning sex toy. This should make Pete finally react. And boy was Bryce right.

"HOLY FUCKIN' HELL!!!!!" Pete roared out. Completely unable to contain himself any longer as intense undulations coursed through his entire being. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!"

"And there it finally is!" Bryce cheered happily. He was beginning to worry there for a second. "Here I was thinking I'd have to crack da seal on my collector's item Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san V2."

Shoving in the dildo the rest of the way, a good eight and a half out of the nine, the gator snickered dirtily and left the shaking device in place. "You better clench as hard as you can there Pussy cat." He instructed. "If that thing slips out I'm just going to jam it back in all the more harder."

"Yeah, yeah sure..." Pete grumbled, his eyes closed as drool began running down his chin. He was way too focused on what was going on inside his ass to care about any sort of punishment right then. "...W-Wut'er ya gonna do ta me now? Ya know since dat didn't break me?"

Bryce didn't even need a single second think over the question. "Why make things worse of course."

Leaning over Pete's back--sure to let the other man feel his body as he pressed up against him--the mature man dipped his hand into his mysterious box of oddities and removed the Greek lettered fraternity paddle from it. The flat wooden object's lacquered face giving a bright sheen like a nights sword as it reflected the low light inside of the home office.

"Buddy of mine gifted me this baby a few birthday's ago." Bryce said, explaining his reason for having it as he stood. "Didn't go to college myself but I can appreciate the idea of teaching some know it all freshman to respect his seniors by tanning their big smart ass." Brandishing his new tool the retired man stepped back a little. "Here... let me show you what I mean "Fresh meat"."

Drawing the large hazing implement back Bryce smirked evilly as he took in the shocked expression crossing over Pete's face for a moment before he brought the paddle down hard, the soft surface of his feline companion's defenseless backside giving off a quite enjoyable whack as it recoiled and jiggled from the impact.

But what made things all the more sweet was the indignant squawk that followed the collision. One that soon gave way to strained grunts as Bryce proceeded to mercilessly repeat the same swinging motion again and again and again and again and again. Each new sharp strike to the meaty section of plump flesh leaving a reddened impression and mighty thwack that both went well with the incessant buss of the dildo still going off high speed in the red faced Pete's increasingly loosening rectum.

Halfway during the spanking session he was being given Pete felt his arms give out of him, the large man crying out as his upper half fell down onto the desk underneath of him. Something which he was grateful for since the icy cold surface cooling his flush and sweat covered chest was a nice distraction from the unwanted whimpering that was shamefully coming out of him with each hit.

This had to have been one of the most humiliating things Pete had ever gone through. Getting spanked like some sort of naught child because he mouthed off. But the thing that truly pissed him off to the nth degree was the fact that if he wanted to keep the deal he made with Bryce along with his pride he had to stand there bent over and take it. Every single lick no matter how much it hurt or how long it took.

And as it turned out it took a long time from Bryce to become fully satisfied with spanking the cat's now beat red ass. For nearly fifteen minutes the gator continued his onslaught on Pete's hind quarters. The dual sensations of pleasure from the vibrator prodding his innards and pain from the wooden object bombarding his ass confusing the used car salesmen as his cock began to unexpectedly harden.

Then without a single word of warning everything stopped. Well, the paddling stopped, Bryce's amused sounding snort signaling an end to the awful experience. "Damn that cherry red ass of yours has got to be one of the prettiest sights I ever did see!" He exclaimed as he wiped the sweat he had built up off of his brow. "Won't say who exactly but a certain someone who worked in a rounded office couldn't even stand ten minutes. You should be proud of yourself."

Unsteadily lifting himself off of the desk he had been laying on Pete quickly turned to face his torturer, a deep frown set in his features as the item still in his ass continued to move about. "O-Only way I'd be proud is iffin I gave yer green ass a few licks wit dat damn thing." Reaching back the cat winced as he felt the forming welt on his ass. "So... dat it then? Hopin' so cause dis toy ya shoved up my can is startin' ta bug me."

Twirling the paddle in his hand Bryce smirked at the question. "The deal was for the entire night Pussy Cat." He happily reminded. "Just thought it was time we put that big mouth of yours to better use."

Following Bryce as he pointed down Pete eyed the older man's very hard, and very red cock. "So ya want some head then." He said dryly as he gazed back up. "Guess dat ain't as bad as dat fuckin' last thing. Not dat I haven't done it in a while."

"You've given head before?" Bryce said, eyes brightening. "And here I was thinking you were completely selfish in bed."

"Hey! Only time I go suckin' dick is when I need ta get a bitch good 'n' horny!" Pete defended with a shake of his fist. "Not like I actually want ta stoop ta doin' dat!"

"Well, you're going to be stooping to it today Petey." Unbuckling his belt Bryce let his jeans fully fall to the ground, rendering him naked from the waist down.

Walking backwards, the older man fell down onto the couch and parted his knees, his heavy cock and balls giving a small bounce as he motioned for Pete to approach. "Get to shaking a leg and move your fat ass over here." He demanded. "Poppa's third leg is aching and being stuffed down your craw is the only solution."

"Still not gonna say dat." Pete repeated for the third time. "Not gonna do it no matter wut ya do."

Mumbling obscenities as only he could, Pete clumsily got down onto his knees and rested both his hands on the alligator's knees. Vision landing on the cock he'd soon be becoming very intimate with once he was in place the middle-aged man hummed thoughtfully. Like his son Bubba the sixty year old Bryce was much, much larger than the average man. The large, fully erect organ spring up from his hairless crotch pulsing in tune with it's master's heartbeat as a copious amount of precum leaked from the slit.

Pete wasn't some sort of sissy cock loving queer like his son. At least that's what he told himself as he stared. But, he could certainly appreciate a good sizable length when he saw one. In his opinion being well endowed was just something that separated men like him and Bryce from those weak willed Napoleon complex wimps who needed big talk to make up for their inadequacies

The only thing he didn't appreciate though was how he was being forced to suck on the one bobbing back and forth in front of his very nose. Not that he didn't obey the command to suck on it none the less. He had an order of car parts to acquire for no money down.

Inhaling sharply Pete slowly inched his face forwards, mouth coming to hang open as he approached his unpleasant chore with all the moodiness of a sulking teenaged. However, just as he was about to place the throbbing member into his large mouth a clawed hand suddenly shot out and pressed firmly against his forehead, Pete flailing his arms as he lost balance from the unexpected force and fell backwards onto his sore bottom with an room quaking boom.

"WUT DA FUCK!" Pete growled, the fall not all helping his still heated ass as the dildo still stuffed up it went in even deeper as he landed on it. "Where da fuck do ya get off doin' dat."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves boy." Bryce admonished parentally. "I'm not going to get off for a good while yet. As for why I stopped you, it was because you weren't going about giving me a blow job in da right manner."

Wagging his massive erection in Pete's direction the older man chuckled, mischief clear in his eyes as he was glared at for his words. "A real man knows how to show the person he's suckling on how grateful he is for the opportunity." Bryce lectured. "He happily gets down on his knees, takes your cock in his hand and takes his good old time working his wicked tongue over his pride. He tastes every inch, all the sweat and piss, tracing the veins along the way. Shows you that he worships the pinnacle of masculinity that he's had laid out before him."

Pete raised an eyebrow at this strange sexual philosophy being preached to him. "Yer kiddin' me right?" He said cynically. "Ya gotta be because there ain't no way in fuck I'm gonna go an do sumthin' as queer as all dat!!"

"That back talking I'm hearing over there!?" Bryce said, his mood once again changing on a dime. "Because if it was..." And that's where he left it, the implication of what would happen next if Pete said the wrong thing hanging high in the air like the sword of Damocles.

Sighing because of what he was being forced to do Pete begrudgingly put on his best "happy" face and began to do exactly what Bryce had instructed. Using his left hand the large dark furred man gently gripped the pillar of flesh, thumb swiping over the crest while he tilted his head to the side as he began mouthing the hard as steel length with his lips, languidly dragging his tongue across it's heated surface in-between.

Chest rumbling as he felt a pair of nice warm lips working their way over his cock Bryce took it upon himself to recline in his seat and watch the man between his legs with lust filled eyes. Brutish face grimacing in concentration Pete looked rather cute sitting there as he licked and nibbled on him, his large lower half wagging from side to side slowly as he tried his best to find a good angle that made the twelve speed vibrator in his ass give him the most pleasure without realizing it.

It was so adorable to the alligator that he could resist physically showing how enamored he was becoming with the grumpy man. Reaching out Bryce placed his warm palm on top of Pete's head and ruffled the dark ebony fur there a few times. "That's a boy." Came a gentle coo. "You're doing a right fin job down there. You're a natural talent."

Snorting as he raised his head--the underside of his chin getting smacked lightly by the spit covered head of Bryce's cock as it left his mouth--Pete frowned deeply at the sudden praise. "If ya say so." He haughtily snorted. "Still don't mean I'm like a single second of doin' dis."

"You'll learn to like given enough time Pussy Cat." Bryce answered with a lazy knowing smile. "Here... let me enlighten you as to how good sucking someone off can be. Go on, get yourself a proper taste of the brew bubbling inside of that prime aged gator meat I got down there."

Using his hand which was still sitting on the younger man's head Bryce began directing his guest towards what he was hinting at. Pete of course resisting at first but quickly coming to accept what was about to happen as he opened wide and carefully took the seated man's angry looking, leaking cock into the warm recesses of his sneering mouth.

'Da things I do fer love...' Pete groused as he earnestly began to suck on the thick organ between his lips. '...Da love of oodles and oodles of money dat is.'

Eyes fluttering close as he began his task Pete surprisingly found himself beginning to salivate as the bitter sweet flavor that was purely Bryce Molyneux rolled over his taste buds. A bodily reaction that both horrified him and angered him to no end.

What the hell was wrong with him getting turned on at a time like this? Sure he fucked his share of asses. More than his fair share considering all that trolling he did on those hook up sites. But, to actually crave the flavor he was tasting... it confused him. And the only thing more annoying than the befuddlement his physical reaction was causing in his mind was how he began to harden when he felt the hand cupping the back of his head start to push him further down.

A fierce sounding growl emanating out of him as he felt the warm wetness encasing his manhood Bryce decided that it was time he took a more proactive role in the blowjob he was receiving and sprang into action. Using a surprisingly little amount of strength the gator pressed down on Pete's head, gleefully thrusting himself down the cat's velveteen throat.

Nose bumping against Bryce's hairless crotch, Pete felt tears form in his eyes, the thick shaft plunging back and forth between his lips choking him each time it plunged down his throat. A part of him realized that he should be screaming his head off as he was face fucked like some common whore but the part of him that was becoming hornier by the second just wouldn't let him react.

Besides maybe letting him use him was a good thing. Maybe... just maybe Bryce would tire and peter out eventually. He was an old man after all. Definitely not a young buck like Pete who could go all night. Unfortunately, as the minutes ticked by Bryce only became rougher and rougher in his inward jabs. Each time the back of his throat was poked by the gator's still rock solid erection seriously making Pete start to believe Bryce's previous statement about having near limitless amounts of stamina.

"Fuck your throat is nice Pussy Cat!" The sexagenarian snarled out as he wiggled his hips, cock going in Pete's mouth as deep as it could and holding there for several seconds. "Bet your ass will be even better once I get up inside of it!"

Being allowed to breath as he was pulled off of the cock he was felating, Pete sat there panting for a bit, his own spittle connecting him to the large monolith he had been sucking on to his lips. "Do ya... *ha* Do ya really have'ta do sumthin' like dat?" He questioned. "Can't ya jus get off to dis?"

"I might, but that wouldn't mean you'd be off the hook necessarily." Bryce said grinningly. "I'm a Molyneux man. In our prime, which I am most certainly still in, we're known for being able to cum several times during a encounter."

"Fuck it, yer right.' Pete said as he recalled the several orgasms Bubba could have when they had the time to fuck around. It had even gotten so bad once that they had been left with no other choice but to stop in the middle of sex and change the sheets on his bed.

Still smirking when he took in the pout on Pete's face, Bryce placed both his hands under the larger man's armpits and coerced him into rising up, their bodies sliding against each other as the other man slid up his scaly body. "Come here son..." He growled huskily. "Stick out that wagging tongue of yours and use it to lick my pit for a bit next. You earned yourself a treat after being such a good boy and letting me ram my cock down your throat."

"Yer makin' me lap up ye sweaty funk as reward?" Pete said sarcastically, voice deadpanned as he moved to do as told. "Geeze, thank ya so fuckin' much fer da honor. Think I'll write home 'bout it when we're done."

Bryce snickered. "Always the smart ass aren't you son?" He said ruefully.

"Damn right I am." Pete huffed.

Tongue lolling out the used car salesman waited as Bryce lifted up his right arm and quickly dived into the dark depression between the elderly man's body and arm, lapping and tickling the sensitive space to the best of his unpracticed abilities.

So what if he was starting to get into this shit he decided? At least he was getting what he wanted in the end! Though, what that exact prize was beginning to allude him as his sense of smell was overwhelmed by the scent of the sweat Bryce had built up over the day.

Becoming intoxicated by the heady odor wafting through his nostrils Pete did something unexpected next and used the hand not supporting himself on the couch to reach down and stroke Bryce's spit slickened cock, the newfound act of generosity making the gator growl in approval as he patted the rotund male on the back encouragingly.

"Heh, getting into it a bit now aren't you?" Bryce said cheekily. "And here I was thinking you weren't enjoying yourself."

"Jus doing wut I was told." Pete responded, his words slightly muffled against the green scaled flesh he was gliding his tongue across. "Figured I'd jus go wit da program so it'll end as fast as it can."

Smile falling at the reasoning behind Pete's actions Bryce quickly slid his hand around the fatter man's torso, index finger and thumb encircling and then trapping the mammal's left teat which was twisted without a second though. "I'm the one in charge here son." He growled. "Only one who dictates the speed is old Poppa Bryce."

"I'm soooo sorry Pop... I, ah mean old man." Pete huffed out with a hint of mockery. "An you think I'm full of it."

Bryce gave Pete's nipple and extra hard twerk at that. "Oh you're going to be full of something tonight young man." He retorted. "Something nice and big that's going to pound away at that chunky ol bottom of yours until you go spouting off as hard as Old Faithful and Mount Krakatoa combined."

Pete smirked. "Dat's iffin ya can keep it up dat long."

Speeding up his hand as he continued to eat out the underside of Bryce's armpit, Pete suddenly got an idea as to how he could avoid completely giving into the other man. Maybe if he went and over stimulated the old jackass in just the right way he'd have his orgasm earlier than expected.

Then once Bryce was all embarrassed and sputtering excuses Pete would swoop in, yank his stupid tail high in the air, and fuck the gator as hard as he could as punishment for daring to humiliate him the way was. Yes... it was a masterful plan if there ever was one. And Pete looked forward to setting it in motion as he did his best to get Bryce off in record time.

Only thing was Bryce wasn't getting as turned on as he appeared to be, sensing something off suddenly the older man painfully gripped Pete by the back of his head fur and pulled the scheming man away from his pit. As soon as their eyes met the gator saw something he didn't like at all growled lowly, his hand coming to slid down and capture the other man's confused face, squeezing it until his lips puckered.

"You're trying to make me shoot off aren't you D'caht." Bryce said, suddenly sounding angry. "Think I'll say the hell with the whole thing once I pop off and let you do da fucking instead."

Guiltily looking away when his plan was found out Pete felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. How the hell did the other man guess what he was thinking all the damn time? Well, however he did Pete didn't have long to muss over this supernatural powers because Bryce took it upon himself to give him another push. The larger man's balance quickly coming undone as he stumbled backwards and landed on his back with the second loud bang of the night.

"Why you god damned, good for nothing pole cat!!" Bryce said darkly as he stood and loomed over the stunned man. "Just where da hell do you get off trying to Welch on out little deal?"

Sneering the gator leaned down and flicked one of the feline's pointed ears, a grin appearing on his face suddenly. "You're lucky that you remind me so much of myself back in the day." He chuckled while pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. "Otherwise you'd be in for a whole different world of trouble right now."

Both confused by his sudden fall and Bryce's threatening praise Pete stared up at the man with an expression somewhere between befuddled and mildly pissed as he said the words, "I'll say it again, wut da fuck is...?"

Bryce however was having none of Pete's rudeness anymore. "ZIP IT SON!" He barked. "You don't get da right to talk right now. All you'll be doing, as I proceed to fuck your disobedient ass sore and raw as hell, is lay there moaning and groaning, waiting for your ass to be covered in a thick layer of gator seed."

Descending on Pete before the used car salesman could fully react to that vivid declaration, Bryce effortlessly kicked the middle-aged man's legs apart and got down on his knees between them. Comfortably in place the elder of the pair then proceeded to grab a hold of the cat's left leg and pushed the meaty appendage up against it's owner's large belly. The awkward position revealing the tight ring of muscle hidden between the half moons which was stretched to it's limits around the vibrating dildo still inserted in it.

"But first..." Bryce began ominously, hand lowering to take hold of the bottom of the device. "...I'm going to make good and sure this hole is ready for action!"

Sadistically smiling at that, Bryce ruthlessly began fucking Pete with the imported plaything he had shoved into him, the large, vibrating metallic shaft easily, but not at all gently, sliding back and forth as the angry older man slammed a full eight and a half inches up into the other male over and over.

In and out, out and in the toy went, Bryce relentless in his actions while he took immense pleasure in the wide eyed look that formed on Pete's brutish face as the cat threw his head back and groaned like a bitch in heat because of the turbulent abuse being dealt to his poor pucker.

"I'm the only one who's going to be doing the fucking tonight Pussy Cat!" Bryce proudly lectured at the ten minute mark. "It's old Poppa Bryce who gets a say in what happens here. Who allows you to have the privilege of feeling pleasure. Who makes you hard and aching for release. Who fucking. Owns. This. Ass. Of. Yours!"

At that last sentence Bryce jammed the dildo as hard as he could with each word. "And as I said: all you get to do is lay back and take whatever I dish out." He added. "And by fuck I'm going to be dishing out some hard ass treatment to you, you big whimpering Pussy... Cat!!!!"

"I... *AHHHHH* I... ain't gonna... gonna beg fer nuffin ya fuckin'..." Suddenly Pete found himself unable to speak anymore or control himself as wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure rocked through his form. Without speaking he quickly slid his hand over his belly going downwards and wrapping his fingers around his cock which he furiously began to fist as he came hard and fast, jet after jet spurting out and into the air only to come back down with a wet spatter on his heaving chest and stomach.

"Now will you look at that." Bryce laughed as he watched the damage he had wrought. "If this old gator didn't know better he'd think you actually got off to having a toy used on you."

"S-Shut up!" Pete stammered, face tinting red. He hadn't cum this early since the first time he jacked off in his parents brownstone. "I... I... I... jus couldn't help it!"

"Of course you couldn't." Bryce chuckled. "Not when you had your Poppa giving you so much pleasure.

Gathering some of the errant cum cooling on Pete's furry pectoral as his guest seethed Bryce stuck his sperm covered finger into his mouth and smacked his lips at the taste. And it was that one little dollop of cat seed that finally pushed him over the edge. Pete might have just cum from being fucked by a toy but he still had loads of steam left in the kettle.

Moving to satisfy his own building desires Bryce hurriedly pulled Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san free from the tight channel it had been loosening for him for the last half hour. Not only did the gator become even more aroused by the wet sucking "Shlorp" the device made as it exited Pete's hole but he also took great interest in the raw and angry hole it left in it's wake. The fire burning away in his doughy but still muscular belly causing the retired man to let out a heated snort as he tossed the vibrator over his shoulder.

"Damn nation am I going to make you scream tonight Petey." Bryce huskily remarked as he hiked up Pete's other leg, both appendages coming to rest against the cat's furry cum soaked stomach as he pressed his turgid erection against the gaping entryway he was about to enjoy. "Going to ram this here dick all the way up inside of you and ride you harder than a bull charging full speed through a summer cotillion."

"W-Wut's dat even spose ta mean?" Pete wondered, glad that the endless vibrations going through his ass had ceased. "I swear you and yer damn son don't make any fuckin sense half da time."

Bryce rolled his eyes. Couldn't Yankees understand a simple analogy? "Fine then son, let me reword so someone of your limited understanding can comprehend." He grinned. "What I meant was that I'm going to wreak that ass of yours something awful. Make you feel so damn good that you call me Poppa like everyone else does."

"Do yer worse old man!" Pete huffed back defiantly. He might be too turned on to resist like he was before but he sure as hell was going to keep refusing calling the other man Poppa. "Bet you can't even get it in."

"FUCKIN BRAT!" Using both of Pete's legs like handles to a bike, Bryce savagely thrust forward, the wonderful heat that washed over his dick as he penetrated his guest making the kneeling man throw his head back in victory and let out a long growl that didn't stop until he bottomed out at the full ten plus inches of his length.

For his part as he was entered, Pete did his best to remain calm, the sensation of having, what he could only assume was a baseball bat, shoved up his asshole overwhelming him to the point where his eyes watered and a surge of pain froze him in shock, mouth hanging open and head tilting to the side as he saw stars.

'How da hell does Pj handle dis all da damn time!?' He wondered. 'Fuckin' hurts like hell!'

However as Bryce refused to withdraw, sitting there unmoving, Pete oddly felt some sick twisted part of his psyche getting a thrill out of the burn suddenly. Sure he didn't exactly like the idea of bottoming for Bryce--or anyone else for that matter--but there was a certain sense of pride he could take in being able to endure what the gator was doing to him. Of letting himself get royally fucked over in ever sense and surviving to tell the tale. Pete decided then and that that he'd show the big shot retired CEO that he wasn't a push over and take every bit of maltreatment he received during their time together.

And that's exactly what the impaled man had to do as Bryce began to move inside of him. Giving another feral sounding rumble the large muscular man slowly withdrew from the vice like grip squeezing the life out of his cock, inch after inch exiting until only the bloated head remained.

Then with a huff and a curse the gator plunged back in roughly with all the gentleness and control of a firing piston, quickly repeating the same action with even more power as he began breeding the fat body under him relentlessly. The mighty smack of his scaled thighs against the keening Pete's furry hips ringing out against the walls of the home office, becoming louder and louder as he built up speed.

"You're looking mighty good down there son." Bryce managed to say after several minutes of spastic gyrations. "All that moaning you're doing? You're getting this "old timer" nice and horny. Knew you'd love being my newest bitch!"

"I ain't enjoyin' nuffin swamp breath!" Pete huffed out around a groan, his lie evident in the way his cock was hardening once again. The heavy, cum covered rod slapping against it's owner's body with each thrust Bryce made. "I'm... fuck... I'm jus tryin' ta get 'm mind off-a havin' ya fuck me is all!"

In retaliation for lying to him again Bryce picked up speed. "Let's see you get your mind off of this boy!" He roared, hips angling in a very precise manner.

Completely taken by surprise when an intense jolt of pleasure shot through his body Pete unrepentantly found himself letting out a long strangled groan, toes curling and eyes rolling back into his head as a powerful spasm shorted out his thoughts. "FUCKING HELL!" The feline cursed, fists repeatedly pounding against the floor in an effort to ground himself. "Wut da hell did ya jus do ta me!? Ya know wut, ferget it! I don't care no more. Jus hurry an fuckin' do it again!"

Humoring Pete if only because he liked taking the air out of his lungs Bryce replicated the same action he had just done, the same reaction greeting him every time he gave a short, perfectly aimed jab of his cock to the other man's seldom stimulated prostrate.

"I'm guess you've never had your bean flicked before, huh?" Was the smug question from the retired man as he moved his hips slowly. "Didn't you ever wonder what made your past bedroom buddies whimper and beg for you to fuck them harder? "

"Dat's wut dis is!" Pete said with sudden understanding. He knew that there was a special "spot" one could pound against inside a guy during sex but he never imagined it felt this fucking good. No wonder why every slut he plowed went screaming their empty heads off when he managed to strike theirs.

"Well Wutever it wuz do it again!" Pete demanded, hips rocking against the thing drilling into him. He was way past the notion of caring how it looked after that jolt. "Fuckin' hurry!"

Bryce shook his head with a disappointed tsk. "Again with the bossiness!" He said teasingly, hips pushing into Pete and staying still so he could continuously press against the bundle of nerves within. "You're just lucky that I'm enjoying the challenge of taking the sass out of that big mouth of yours or else I'd be hogtieing you and leaving you on the side of the road with the other garbage."

"You son of a bitch!" Pete cried out in outrage, his words mixed with a strangled grown. "Yer gonna pay fer dat after we finish."

"I look forward to you trying to make me Petey boy." Bryce snickered. "I really, truly do."

Pulling out suddenly Bryce used the near Herculean strength all men in his family had, something which he was still mighty proud of at his age, and used it to flip Pete over onto his belly. A half confused, "Huh!?", coming out of Pete's mouth as he landed on his gut, large paddle welted ass presented to the cool air of the room they were in.

Luckily, the puzzled utterance was answered almost immediately when Bryce quickly climbed on top of the puzzled feline and entered him again, large, rock solid cock easily sliding back inside Pete as he happily resumed fucking him with all the speed and raging force of a jackhammer.

Kneeling with Pete's ass between his legs Bryce excitedly watched as his cock repeatedly disappeared into the hole he was fucking. "Look how open I got you Pussy Cat." He said almost fondly. "I know I've said this more times than I can count tonight, but you are doing such a good job taking it. Such a sweet man giving his all to his Poppa and letting him breed him right."

"You ain't my poppa old man." Pete repeated for the umpteenth time as he pushed back against the invader inside of him. "Old bastard was nuffin' but a limp dicked nobody who wasted all his time wit dat huckster buddy 'o' his. Couldn't blame Ma when she started screwin' da milk and mail men."

"All the more the reason why you should consider me your poppa instead." Bryce hummed, an idea forming. Why not go prodding around in Pete's and Jake's relationship again. Not like he didn't have the time while he was pounding into his ample ass.

"You have been dating my son for quite a while now haven't you?" He questioned, playing innocent. "If it's true then you're practically my son-in-law in my eyes. Who knows, you and Jakey might even become official one day. Make Molyneux men out of both you and that boy of yours."

Pete's eyes flew open at that kind of thinking, several unkind words about meddling old men going through his mind before he settled on saying something that wouldn't get him in too much trouble. "We ain't datin' and we there ain't no way in hell we're ever gonna do dat utter thing either!" He insisted. "I ain't ever gonna get inta dat fuckin' kinda mess again."

'Just keep on protesting son.' Bryce amusedly thought. 'I can see da truth in those glaring eyes of yours whenever I see you look at my boy.'

Out loud however the retiree pretended to believe the lies being spewed. "Guess I was mistaken then." He sighed dramatically. "Oh well, maybe the next fella or gal he brings home will be da one."

At that Pete head snapped back, the now completely annoyed man glaring over his shoulder about to tell Bryce exactly what he thought about what he just said. However, before he could even utter a single word Bryce roughly pulled him up onto his hands and knees, the alligator taking him firmly by the hips so he could pound away at an ever increasing speed.

"Well I suppose that's enough of all this mushy talk Pussy Cat." Bryce declared as he fucked Pete with a renewed and incredibly rough vigor. "After all we ain't here to gossip now are we? We're fucking to make good on that deal we made and I fully intend on getting my payment out of this here ass."

"Yeah... sure...." Pete agreed, half distracted as he mindlessly ground back against the man slamming into him. "Jus make sure ya don't break yer hip."

"You're starting to repeat yourself D'caht!" Bryce chuckled as he went to show the other man that a broken hip was the furthest thing that was going to happen that night.

For nearly an hour the two men copulated like this, Bryce eagerly and frantically pounding away at Pete's jiggling backside as the younger man tried his damndest to remain grounded as he dealt with the cock bombarding his insides.

Pretty soon though Bryce grew tired of their doggy style position and once more transitioned them into a new pose, The gator wrapping his thick muscled arms around Pete's upper torso and pulling them into the same kneeling position he had fucked Bubba in during that lesson he had given, Pete's hairy back pressed up flush against his hairless chest.

"Shame there isn't a mirror in here." Bryce would come to say as he thrust up into the other man. "Would just love to see how these squeezable tits and belly of yours bounce as I fuck you." Moving his hands he used the left to cup Pete's doughy left pec while the right trailed it's way downwards, wrapping and jacking the cat's gloriously hard member in turn with his motions.

Peering down over his stomach as he was stroked and rocked by powerful, teeth rattling thrusts Pete frowned. "Watch who yer callin' fat old man." He growled, half out of it to properly argue. "Iffin ya... iffin ya don't... I-I'll go an... fuck I can't fuckin' think straight!"

"I was just messing with you son. You ain't fat you're pleasantly plump." Bryce explained with a snicker. "And even if you was I happen to like some cushion. It's a whole truck load of fun fucking someone of your... physical presence."

"Yeah, yer callin' me fat." Pete huffed, cheeks expanding a little with indignity.

Bryce playfully bit Pete's shoulder with that, teeth pricking the skin but not coming close to actually causing damage. "Awe shut up and take the compliment boy." He growled as he released. "Here, give me a kiss. Let me say sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"Jackass." Pete groaned out. Yet listening to the older man out of habit he did as he had been told and rolled his head back. Sure the angle of his mouth was awkward, but the kiss he received from Bryce as their lips connected, the gator controlling the whole experience only added to the pleasure he was feeling.

It was as he began swapping spit with his reluctant fuck buddy that Bryce was surprised by the way his tongue was being sucked on. Pete playing the part of good submissive slave and whimpering into his mouth as they pulled away, one glassy eye locking with his as he panted heavily while mouthing an awestruck and completely dazed, "Fuck dat wuz good Poppa", before he realized what he said and turned away with a haughty huff.

'Boy actually went and called me Poppa!' Bryce happily thought. 'Something like that deserves a just reward in my book.'

Breaking their kiss Bryce pushed Pete back onto all fours and took hold of the mammal's large rounded hips, clawed fingers painfully digging into the layer of fat there as he went to dive himself over the edge. Pete had done good in his eyes by fully submitting to him. And now that he did it was time to cement the first part of their deal with a good old helping of his yellowish gator juices.

Moaning as he was driven into harder than ever before Pete felt his head begin to pound, vision blurring and body growing weak as his second intense orgasm of the night washed over him like a tsunami.

Letting out a bellowing groan the dark furred man slammed back against Bryce's hips and came, whole body growing hot as if it were on fire as he sprayed out several thick wads of spunk onto the shag carpeted floor again and again.

Feeling Pete climax, the cat's tight anus clenching around his cock with a grip like a steel trap's Bryce suddenly felt himself go over the edge. One, two, three more rough thrusts was all it took before he began to cum with such volume that it ended up filling and squeezing out of the ass he was continuing to mindlessly hunch into the other male, riding out the last vestiges of his sexual dominance for all he was worth.

In the several minutes of cursing and panting that followed Pete felt his arms and legs give out, the large man falling onto his belly on the floor, appendages spread wide as he felt Bryce pull out and back up onto his feet behind him.

"Damn boy... that was something!" Bryce remarked as he wiped his dick off with his discarded shirt which he had picked up. "Think we're going to be needing something to get back all those electrolytes we just worked off plowing your fields."

Barely registering what Bryce was saying or the fact that the gator was walking away from him Pete clumsily rolled over onto his back and scooted back until he was propped up against the gator's mahogany desk, still out of breath and sore as he sat there trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions running though him.

All in all, and though he was loath to admit it to himself, this had to have been one of the most arousing sexual experiences he had ever gone through. Well... at least one of the top ten if he counted losing his virginity, that first time with his slut of a son, and a few other experiences. But it was still good. So good that it made his begin to rethink his policy about mostly making Bubba bottom for him during their times together.

It was only when a cold beer can touched his cheek that Pete snapped out of his thoughts and returned to the present. The sinister man looking up to see who had dared to bother him and completely surprised when he saw it was Bryce who was handing him a can of very expensive looking imported beer.

"Wut's dis?" Pete asked taking it and looking over the German writing on the label. "Dis ain't gonna give ya those Elec-tree-lights you wuz talkin' 'bout."

"No but it feels mighty good going down your throat so it's a fine alternative." Bryce chuckled. "Plus giving all that screaming I had you doing you're going to bee needing something to sooth those vocal cords."

Popping open the lid Pete gingerly took a sip from the can and eyes Bryce as the older man did the same. "Smart ass." He huffed.

"Might be but that's who I am." Bryce remarked. Deciding that he needed some rest too the gator carefully lowered himself to sit next to Pete against his desk, the can in his hands held out offering cheers. "Here's to a deal well paid." He said jiggling the dripping cylinder. "Well, the first part. There's still lots of night left and I'm only pausing for a short break."

"So more huh?" Pete pouted as he clinked their cans together. "I better be getting' those damn parts iffin dat's wut's gonna happen."

"Don't worry, I was always going to give them to you for free." Bryce revealed much to Pete astonishment. "What?" He asked grinning at the reaction. "You honestly thought I was going to make you pimp yourself for spar parts? No, I ain't that mean. But you can't go back on our deal now. You're stuck until tomorrow morning."

"Yer lucky ya fucked da energy outta me." Pete snorted as he moodily sipped from his can. "Otherwise I'd be giving ya a piece of m' mind fer dat sort 'o' trick."

"Will me giving you something more get me out of trouble?" Bryce wondered. "Something I think you could make good use of."

Pete raised an eyebrow in interest. "Like wut?" He asked. "You handin' over some of dat cash you got squirreled away?"

Bryce matched Pete's facial expression. "No... nothing like that." He grinned. "Just thought you'd want a quick course on how I got the better of you. Teach you my own patented method for breaking the sprits and minds of chumps who dare try to stand up to someone of my caliber."

Now that was an offer Pete could truly get behind. Sure his own tactics were good but the number Bryce had done on him that night beat them by a "country" mile. "Alright old man." Pete smirked. "Get ta teachin'."

"Uh-uh, not until we fuck around some more. " Bryce chided. "I'll be good to go in five more minutes so finish up that beer Pussy Cat. Time's a-wasting."

Grumbling at being ordered around again, Pete mulishly watched as Bryce put his beer can down and reached above them to retrieve his box of sexual oddities from atop his desk, comical horror quickly replacing annoyance as it's contents were dumped an a bright pink ball gall rolled out across the floor.

"You ever done S&M before Petey." Bryce questioned as he picked up what looked like an eyeless leather mask. "If not then I'll happily get about learning you all the joys of fully submitting to a master of my ilk."

Looking pale for a moment Pete eyed the mask, then the ball gag, and finally several other choice objects on the floor between them. Then nodding with determination the middle-aged man gulped down the remainder of his drink and let loose a loud belch.

"Rack'um up fossil breath." The feline growled excitedly, the night much like his previous attitude about submission gradually waning as the second round began.

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Present day, D'caht Household...

Wrist growing sore as he finished writing the last sentence of his forth hand account of his dad's humbling experience with Bubba's father a tired Pj D'caht yawned loudly and closed his diary with a small knowing smile.

He had been right earlier when he thought writing about something spicy would help him with the little erection he had gotten from spying on his dad and Bubba. The time spent writing about the encounter down south giving him ample time to play with himself under the covers, a quickie orgasm relieving the tension.

Yes, it was something he knew he shouldn't have done. Both because he was in the living room and the risk of being spotted, but after visualizing all the dirty stuff that happened that day and night he just couldn't resist. And honestly the idea of getting off to the thought of his dad and Bryce together was just too good to pass up after writing about it.

"If only that night hadn't led to Moose having to inventory all the junk." Pj hummed as he used the remote to turn off the flashing TV. "If it hadn't I'd be happily doing something fun with Moose instead of sleeping down here."

"Lookie wut we got here Suitcase!" A gruff voice suddenly said from the sleep young man's right. "Told ya I heard sumthin'. Guess you owe me dat twenty now."

Startled wide awake at the realization he was no longer alone, Pj snapped his head towards the entrance of the living room and was startled to discover both his dad and Bubba standing there looking at him with curious expressions.

"What you doing down here this late Petite?" Bubba drawled in his deep accent as he entered the room and padded over to the couch, taking a seat. "Would have thought you'd be cuddling up to that handsome gorilla of yours."

Quickly hiding his diary by stuffing the book as deep as he could between the couch cushions Pj giggled nervously. "Moose is snoring too loud for me to get any sleep." He explained. "Thought I stood a better chance down here."

Going over to join his son and... "friend" Pete spotted several balled up tissues on the small table next to the couch. "Don't look like ya were sleepin' much now does it." He said pointing over to the discarded pieces of paper. "Can ya believe it Snaggletooth!? Boy came down here to spank his meat all alone instead of comin' ta us."

Bubba pretended to sadly shake his head. "And after he went and spied on us da way he did." Reaching around Pj the larger man shoved his hand down into the hiding spot where he had put his book and pulled it loose. "But it looks like that wasn't all he was doing. Boy's been writing up a storm in his little red book."

Snatching the book Pete looked over the cover. He had known for quite a long time that his boy had been keeping a record of all his slutty little encounters but this was his first time seeing it in person. "Jus wut were ya writing down here boy?" He wondered as he flipped through a few pages. "Better not be sumthin' dat makes me look bad. Cause iffin it is..."

"I was..." Suddenly realizing that telling his dad about his knowledge of his humiliation at the hands of Bubba's dad Pj quickly thought of a lie. "I was writing about yesterday with... M-Mr. Wey. Yeah, me and him... you knowed before you all came home yesterday. In his... garden!"

"Figures a fairy like you would let a guy nail yer ass in a place full 'o' flowers." Pete chuckled darkly. "Hows about you go an tell us all 'bout it while go an fuck-a-fy yer ass fer being down here when ya should be upstairs in bed wit us."

"Dad, I really am just tired." Pj whined. "A-And it's not like I purposely... oh... oh... Oooooh man Bubba come on quit it!"

Chuckling as Pj blushed in that ever cute way he always did Bubba took it upon himself to begin their playtime by worming his hand under the blanket covering the younger man large clawed hand finding several interesting things to stroke and pet.

"He's got his pants down under here boss man." The Mechanic announced. "He's good to go."

"Good work Snaggletooth." Turning around Pete suddenly began leaving the room. "You get'um nice and ready while I get dat thing we found in yer dad's last shipment."

Pj gasped in shock at what his dad had just said. "Y-You brought an auto part home to use for sex!" He squeaked as a finger slid into his crack. "That can't be safe."

"Calm yer ass boy. It ain't no auto part." Pete assured as he stopped at the exit. "It's an imported toy Bryce decided ta buy fer me as a gift. Something called... Hirihiri-kan Shuri-san V3. He-he-he yer gonna love da all da high octane speed settings da thing's got..." A sinister, disturbing smile spread across the older cat's face. "...Trust me on it."