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BANG!

The apartment door burst open, slamming hard into the wall beside it. The door stop had fallen off ages ago so somebody was gonna pay for that new hole. The air was as hot as it was black in here, the oscillating fan moving it around a bit but not doing much to cool the place down. Of course, all that sound woke the rodent sleeping in the bed. No, didn't just wake him, nearly threw the skittish rat right off the walls just as those three other males were rushing inside. Eddie's reflexes got him up and out of bed for a second or two but Fang and Clayton were quick to advance on him and in this crappy little efficiency there weren't many places to go. The pine marten and opossum got a hold of the rat in no time, wrestling with the screeching rodent until they managed to slam him back down to the bed.

"Sit down, Eddie," instructed Clayton in a slightly labored tone.

Eddie's bed was an old one, something his mom might have had lying around when he moved out, a classic brass arch at the end with the bars in between. Like an old hospital bed out of one of those creepy movies. It was actually perfect for what they needed, though.

"What do you guys want?!" spat Eddie as he tried, and failed, to fight against the grasp of the marten and opossum.

"We want your ass to sit the fuck still," answered Fang, the marten searching for something in the back pocket of his jeans as he did this.

"Hurry up Ralphy, this little dude's squirming too much."

"Don't fuckin' call me that," the marten bit back just has he withdrew a pair of handcuffs, which cast a metallic shine from the light coming in from the hallway outside the front door. Fang nodded toward the front of the apartment. "Hey Sully, shut that door, would ya?"

Now, Eddie would take notice of the third male in the room, a large, black-furred rat wearing a tank top and jeans. As asked, the rat threw the door closed with a loud "slam," before moving closer to the group.

"Can't see shit in here now," remarked Clayton, still struggling to keep Eddie down. "There a light switch or something over there?"

"I think I see one on that wall right there," said Fang, nodding toward the wall just behind Sully. The large rat flipped the switch, which in fact turned on a small light above the kitchenette sink rather than the main light in the room.

"That's good enough, don't want it too bright in here anyway," reasoned Clayton. This light was enough to see that Eddie was only in his boxers, the rest of his earth-toned fur exposed. Clearly he had a daddy from the desert or something. Little bit of fur on his tail, even. From beside Clayton, Fang readied the cuffs, opening up one side and closing it around one of the bars at the head of the bed. Seeing this unfold, Eddie could see where they were going with this and struggled harder to free himself, swiping at the two males and trying his best to kick away.

"Dude, knock that shit the fuck off," barked the Marten as he fought with the rat beneath him. Eddie grabbed at his beaten up leather jacket as they tussled.

"Hey, watch the jacket, asshole!"

"Get the left one," suggested Clayton as the two males focused their efforts on getting a hold of Eddie's left arm. With the two of them focused on the same limb it would only be another moment or two before they would succeed in cuffing the rat's arm, anchoring him to the bed.

"Finally," sighed Clayton, waving Sully over toward the bed.

"What're you guys gonna do," wailed Eddie, the usually quiet rat now panicking fro his predicament.

"We're gonna take what you owe us you lyin' little shit," answered Fang, pointing a claw toward the cuffed rat.

Clayton adjusted his plaid button-up before digging a pack of smokes out from the pocket. "Listen Eddie, we trusted you with business and you've been fucking us over. We're waiting for product, waiting for cash, we know you got 'em both."

"Bet your ass anything it's in those drawers," remarked Fang, nodding toward the dresser over by the window.

"You cheated us, dude," continued Clayton, flicking a lighter and lighting up his cigarette. "And now you gotta pay the price. That simple."

Eddie's solid black eyes darted toward the cuffs which chained him to the bed. His legs and right arm were still free but there wasn't much he could do with them while stuck to the bed. The whole thing was light enough to be shifted a bit with his struggles but it was clear he wasn't going anywhere like this. Eddie turned back toward Clayton.

"So what're you gonna do...kill me?"

"You ain't worth the jail time," scoffed Fang, moving over toward the dresser. He opened up the top drawer and started shaking his head. "Yep, the shit's in here. Little bitch left the shit in the top fucking drawer."

"Nah, we're not gonna kill you," Clayton answered, removing the snack from his mouth. "We're just gonna take our shit and take our business elsewhere. We're cutting you out. And we're gonna take some interest, too."

Eddie struggled some more against the cuffs.

"Also, Sully there wants a minute or two with ya," added the opossum, nodding toward the big rat as he took another puff. "And uh...hell, you might as well get started now, Sull."

Eddie's head snapped into the direction of Sully who was just now pulling his white tank top over his head. He tossed it haphazardly to the floor, stepping toward the smaller rat cuffed to the bed.

"You remember Sully?" asked Clayton, blowing some smoke past his lips. "I think you met him once or twice. I guess you could call him a family friend, he and my Pop go way back and he's pretty cool, been hanging out with us lately. He's gonna replace you, actually."

Eddie turned back toward Clayton. From beyond the white-faced opossum he could see Fang still rifling through the dresser.

"So...what, you...you gonna have him rough me up or something?"

Clayton nodded from side to side. "Yeah, but...not in the way you're thinking it."

The earth-toned rat in the bed could hear the metallic "clink" sound of a belt buckle being undone and whipped his head to the left again to see Sully's red eyes looking downward as the big rat was sliding his jeans down beyond his thighs, taking the boxers with them. Eddie's eyes widened at the scene, snapping his view to his wrist locked into the cuff, realizing that he was being served up to Sully.

"Wait, what?" cried Eddie, fighting even harder against his binds. "I ain't no fuckin' fag!"

Fang looked over his shoulder from his position at the dresser. "Well you're about to be."

Sully stepped out of his jeans as they reached the chubby rat's ankles, kicking them away without taking his eyes away from the rodent soon to be his. The black-furred rat planted a paw on the bars at the foot of the bed, studying Eddie's slim body. The colors were nice, not a lot of boys like this in the city. Mostly grey ones, black ones, brown ones...this guy was interesting, sandy colors, creamy colors, dirty-browns, pure whites, at the fur on the end of the tail was a nice touch. They probably weren't going to be dating after this, so he'd have to make their evening together count for a lot.

"Hey Sull," Fang called, turning around to face his now bare-bodied rat associate. He held up a clear bottle. "Turns out Eddie's got some lube in here if you want it."

The marten tossed the bottle across the room, Sully catching it in his left paw. He glanced at the bottle. Cheaper stuff but it would do. This scrawny little dude was probably going to wriggle around a bunch anyway, making a pain in the ass out of himself, it'd probably help to slip in easier once Sully had him bulls-eyed.

"Lemme see what you got over here," mumbled Clayton with the cigarette in his mouth as he headed for the dresser.

"It's all in here, Clay," Fang replied, looking through the third drawer down, now. "Little fuck's not much of a sneak."

"This thing's a piece of crap," remarked Clayton, looking at all the chipped away paint on this old thing. "You need to get better furniture, Eddie."

The desert-hued rat wasn't really hearing this, kind of hard to think about your next trip to IKEA when some fat, old bastard is standing next to you, squeezing a bottle of that stuff you use for the girls you manage to get through that door into his paw. More distracting that that, however, was what was going on a bit lower. Clearly Sully was anticipating this as that pink-fleshed symbol of his masculinity emerged from his sheath. Eddie had always soundly rejected looking at another guy for anything other than business matters and now he was at eye level with the sight of Sully reaching down and slathering that stuff all over the shaft, and sure, he could turn away in a panic, his chest heaving as his apparent fate drew closer but he could block out that sound, that squelching, that "squish" noise every time the big rat ran his paw down the length of his newly slicked up penis.

"Listen, Clay," Eddie pleaded with panicked breath, "what can I do? Don't let him do this, just tell me what the fuck you want and it's yours!"

"I already told you want we want, dude," reminded the opossum, still rifling through the dresser. "We want what's in here. As for my bud Sully, well...he kinda like an uncle, you know? Doesn't like to see me get hurt, and he wants to make it right. Besides, I already promised him. He's...he's got it hard, you know? You know how it is, what rats are like...y'all are so wrapped up in that 'machismo' thing, and it's the same for Sull, he can't just walk up to some rat guy and ask for a piece. So this gonna be a good night for him."

Eddie opened his muzzle to protest before feeling the left side of the bed sink down several inches. He turned to see Sully easing a knee onto the bed with him, shifting into position between the smaller rodent's legs. Sully was definitely a big guy, his belly hanging down between his thighs from in this knelt position. Eddie didn't care for the sight at all but couldn't focus on that too much as Sully was immediately taking hold of the waistband on Eddie's boxers.

"Oh shit - no! Get off me you fat asshole!"

Eddie's tail whipped violently as he squirmed and kicked in an effort to avoid being stripped. It wasn't working especially well based on how the waistband, which was previously around, well, his waist was now stretched across the two of his knees. No this wasn't going well at all, actually. Realizing he had the one, free paw, Eddie reached down between his legs and grasped the underwear, trying to pull them back up to their ideal location. This erotic little game of tug of war wasn't doing good by the boxers, the stretching sounds of the strained fabric catching Clayton's attention. The opossum glanced back over to the bed to see what was happening.

"Eddie, all that's fixin' to do is wear out the elastic, dude. And looking in here, you have a hell of a lot more drugs than extra pairs of underwear so you might as well let him have 'em. Think ahead, dude."

It was sound advice but Eddie chose not to take it, even if it cost him the long term use of these boxers. Even so, the garment would be spared any further abuse as Sully took a strong grip of Eddie's wrist, using his other paw to pry the smaller rat's fingers away from the waistband. From here it took Sully no time to slide them down to the rat's ankles, a very brief reprieve coming only when they were caught on the rat's pink-skinned feet for a moment before snapping off and away. To his horror, Eddie was now just as bare-bodied as the rat knelt between his legs. Not much stopping them, now.

"Shit," Eddie gasped to himself again. It was a strange feeling. The expected nerves were there but also a weird tingle, because this was just...surreal. And it was about to happen. Sully scooted further into position, remaining calm throughout this whole ordeal. In fact, had he even said anything? Most rats kept their mouths shut unless something came up - such as a big chubby rat trying to fuck you while you were handcuffed to your bed, or something like that. The black rat took a hold of Eddie's right leg, tucking it tightly between his thick arm and thick body. It was locked in there good, Eddie was certainly finding out how hard it was to unwedge from that position. The bigger problem however was in Sully's right paw, the one free to grasp his maleness as he began to take aim.

"No, no fucking way!" Eddie practically insisted, kicking with his free leg and swiping, to no avail, with his free paw. His narrow hips squirmed and gyrated, making himself a harder target. It was somewhat counterproductive, as the evasive movements were quite sensuous. If one wanted to temper the urges of an amorous rat this certainly wasn't the way to do it. Sully was all too willing to join him though, gyrating and shifting his own body to match the movements of Eddie's as he closed in. He scooted up further, hoping the added closeness of his larger body would prove overbearing enough to gain the advantage in this little game of foreplay. Sully removed his paw from his peaked erection in favor of planting it hard into Eddie's abdominal area, hoping to stifle the smaller rat's movements by pinning him down a bit. It worked to a point but he had just a bit too much length down there to keep his aim true without being guided with his paw. This guy was certainly a tease. They probably should have brought more than just one pair of cuffs but the fact that Fang just sort of had the one pair laying around was kind of lucky.

Over at the dresser, Clayton removed a large bag of the green stuff, holding it out toward Fang.

"We're gonna be here for at least a little bit. Wanna roll one?"

The marten shrugged, snatching up some dollar bills. "Sure, what the hell." His yellow eyes glanced back toward the bed, seeing the two boys over there wrestling around, jockeying for position. "Psh...like a fuckin' rodeo over there."

Clayton turned back and grinned a bit, that toothy way only opossums could. "Yeah, bull riding! One hand there, Sull! Yee-haw, ride 'em, Tex!"

Fang snickered, looking back at the drawer's contents. "Ole!"

"That's bull fighting," corrected Clayton.

"What?"

"They say 'ole' in bull fighting, not bull riding."

The marten rolled his eyes. "What. The. Fuck. Ever."

It wasn't going to work from this position, that much was clear to Sully. The chubby rat decided to switch gears, wrapping both paws around the protesting rodent's right leg. Sully was powerful, surprisingly powerful in fact, and Eddie learned this when the black rat managed to flip him onto his side with a swing of that leg. The left leg, now flat against the bed, tried to kick out but this only served to shove the thing underneath Sully himself. This played ideally to Sully's advantage, kneeling a bit lower, wedging Eddie's leg hard beneath him. This had definitely been a mistake on Eddie's part and he was doing his best to ignore the fact that he was pretty sure that feeling against his leg was the warm weightiness of a queer rat's scrotum sitting on his inner thigh. At the current moment, the situation wasn't great. His left leg was held tight beneath Sully's entire body. Sully had succeeded in regaining a tight grip of his right leg, and damn if that didn't leave his right paw free to once again take hold of that rather unnerving thing between his legs. Sully was definitely winning this. Eddie could still squirm but not like he had before. He was still cuffed. He had been cuffed the whole time. The last several minutes of his life had been a valiant physical struggle as well as the mental struggle of staving off the realization that this really was inevitable. Eddie shuddered now. As of now he could never go through life with the knowledge that the stiffness of another male hadn't poked into the bottom of his sack but with the way things were going here that would probably be fleeting concern.

There. There's that little depression, that crater or whatever you want to call it leading into the backdoor of a critter and now the tip had nestled its way into that spot, and with his limited movements, Eddie was unlikely to get the damn thing out of there.

"Sully...no, no, no, no...!" stammered Eddie, stretching out his free paw to press it against the warm, furry belly of the chubby rat. This wasn't doing much, he hoped to maybe push off from his belly and unwedge his leg from underneath him but, oh crap. Here came the hips, and nothing had ever touched Eddie there before, and good god, no, and now that animalistic grunt from Sully, the tip was pushing, it was winning, facing some resistance, the shaft was "squishing" down a bit but the lube, the lube was going to do it's job soon, and....

"J-jesus...!" shuddered Eddie with a squeaky, shaky breath as he felt the first inch parting him, pushing into his body. That tingle from before was in overdrive, like a bunch of tiny bugs or pixies or whatever the hell they were had been crawling all over him, under him, carrying him away. It was impossible to feel it without picturing it, and he'd seen the girthy thing before so it was terribly easy to picture that thing, the shape, the tip shoving its way inside of whatever that canal there looked like. Worse yet, no, it wasn't going to just slip in, after all the struggle had exhausted some of the lube so he couldn't just push it into Eddie, he had to work it in. An inch in, a half inch out...another push in, pull a bit out. It was an agonizingly slow process to get the entire thing lodged in there. His paw still pressed into Sully's belly, now with his claws digging into the fur in reaction to the sensation coming over him, Eddie's arm was pushed and bent back a bit with every push forward.

"Is there, like...some place to fuckin' sit or something?" Fang inquired, looking around the apartment.

"Uh...I see a folding chair over in that corner," Clayton replied, pointing toward the corner in question.

"Just the one?"

"You can have it, I'll stand."

Indeed, it seemed that pushing on his belly didn't do much good as Sully finished shoving the whole thing inside.

"Fuck," Eddie gasped through his gritted teeth, his black eyes staring helplessly out and away, toward nothing in particular. Now skewered onto another guy for the first time, his thoughts of shame were briefly interrupted with memories of the females he'd been with. They didn't seem to mind being stuck on him like this. Eddie wasn't buying into it so much. Triumphant in penetrating Eddie, Sully had eased them into more of a classic missionary position. The big rat had draped Eddie's right leg over his thick, black-furred thigh. Sully lifted up his body a bit, forcefully removing Eddie's leg, damn thing was getting a bit uncomfortable.

The bed started squeaking.

It was kind of a "pat-pat-pat" with Sully's furred hips repeatedly making contact with Eddie. The penis pistoning inside of him was, of course, a central focal point for Eddie but there were some subtleties to take into account as well, such as that feeling of Sully's belly resting it's weight onto the smaller rat's groin. The added pressure of that made Eddie feel even more "locked in," and it was a truly humbling feeling, sort of like that feeling of Sully's black-furred sack slapping against his rump. Maybe he should have just given them their pills and cash.

The sound of the grunting, panting, and bed-squeaking was joined by the metallic sound of Fang setting up the folding chair over near the dresser. Leaning up against the nearby wall, Clayton nodded toward the marten.

"You got any papers?"

"Uh...." Fang checked his pockets, ultimately turning up nothing. "Shit. I think I left 'em in the fuckin' car."

"Well...Eddie's gotta have some around here," reasoned Clayton, stepping over toward the side of the bed. "Yo Eddie, where're your papers at?"

This earned nothing more than a slight turn of Eddie's head, his entire body being rocked back and forth at the force of the rat who continued to hump away at him. It was hard to gauge the emotions of a black-eyed rat, but that look in his face seemed to fall somewhere between "help me" and "Go fuck yourself." In any case, he seemed busy so Clayton waved him off.

"Nevermind, I'll find 'em." There was a small table right beside the bed filled with all kinds of little things. Clayton walked over and started picking through them. Lots of loose change...empty beer cans...cigarette butts...papers!

"I got 'em," Clayton informed, holding up the cigarette papers in case Eddie wanted to see. From here Clayton couldn't help but steal a glance at the action, specifically down between Eddie's legs. Yeah, he felt something. He preferred girls, but...hey, it wasn't bad.

The earth-toned rat made some more weak, fruitless attempts at physically protesting this as Clayton trotted back over toward Fang, who was now sitting in the chair, facing away from the bed. He already had one of the bags of weed open so Clayton handed him the papers before gesturing toward the bed.

"You're missing a pretty good show over there, actually."

Fang glanced back for a moment but merely rolled his eyes. "Psh. I don't need to watch that homo shit."

A shrug. "Suit yourself."

Eddie began irritatingly wriggling his legs again, so Sully decided to make a literal change of pace. The large rat took a hold of Eddie's legs from under the knees, bending them back toward the smaller rodent's body. Sully then flopped down, his immense body slamming down onto Eddie, taking the air out of the desert rat for a moment. With his face this much closer, Eddie would have been free to take a swing or two at Sully but the black rat anticipated this, pinning down Eddie's one free arm with both of his paws. The thrusts started up again, harder and faster this time. That "pat-pat-pat" from before was definitely more of a "thump-thump-thump" now.

"Dammit," moaned Eddie, squinting his eyes shut. Although Sully's paws were completely occupied in pinning down Eddie's paw, there was little the small rat could do with his legs from this position. He'd just have to take it, feeling his body shoved into the mattress with each thrust and bounced upward with every release. Sure, others lived in this building, right on the other side of this wall, even. But he wasn't going to cry out for help. These guys knew that. It was just like Clayton was saying before, it's a rat thing. Even if he could get somebody to run in here, Eddie had no interest in somebody finding him attached to the business end of another buck. Besides, he'd lived in the inner city for years. He'd heard many people call for help in the past. The usual social custom was just to ignore it.

Fang licked the inside of the rolling paper before making a tight bundle, finishing the marijuana cigarette. Another perfectly crafted work of art. One flick, two flicks, three would do the trick, the marten lighting it up and taking the first hit. He held it in, snorted, and coughed it all out before passing it over to Clayton.

"It's weird," Clayton began before taking a hit of his own. After the predicted bout of coughing, he finished his thought. "I don't even share a soda bottle with anybody but we just pass around the same joint that's been in everyone's damn mouth."

Fang shrugged, taking his next turn on the cigarette and coughing it out before shaking his head. "Fuck, it's hot as shit in here, turn that fan this way or something."

"Sure," offered Clayton, scampering toward the oscillating fan and shifting it into their direction before turning it back a little. "Actually I'll leave it here, let it blow between us and Sully, that seems fair."

Fang snorted. "Whatever."

That feeling of Sully's soft belly repeatedly slapping into him was unreal, just another thing to increase that awkward tingle. Eddie had never been on this side of it before. Perhaps when it was over Eddie could recount his time seeing life from a completely new perspective but it was likely he'd just shower and swear a lot. In those moments he could bring himself to look down at what was being done to him, he could see the chubby body of Sully rippling at the impacts, jiggling and quivering like you'd expect a big boy to. Eddie thought fat guys were supposed to be out of shape, but this bastard showed no signs of letting up. The hot, panting breaths of Sully fluttered the fur on Eddie's neck and face. It was too much, Eddie was a buck and he couldn't allow this anymore. He returned to his struggles with sudden gyrations, bucking his hips opposite of Sully's thrusts. The big rat had grown a bit complacent, figuring his "date" had more or less accepted his fate, so these sudden struggles did catch him by surprise. Eddie was actually successful in dislodging himself from Sully, the black-furred rat's penis flopping out from the smaller rodent's body. Sully grunted in frustration at this but merely sat back up to a kneel in response. He looked over Eddie's body. The poor rodent was panting, trying to catch his breath, regain his composure. His fur was ruffled and disheveled. Indeed, he'd been ravaged pretty good, up to now. Sully looked left, looked right...where is it....

"I gotta take a leak," announced Fang, sitting up from the folding chair. Clayton looked up at him and noticed Sully sitting up, mostly motionless in the background.

"You all done, Sull?" the opossum asked.

As Fang strode past the bed, Sully reached out an arm, pointing a claw toward the bottle of lube lying on the floor.

"Give me that."

In a swift motion, Fang scooped up the bottle, tossing it in the general direction of Sully who skillfully caught it. From here Fang disappeared into the bathroom, swinging the door to a near-close behind him.

The large rat focused his red eyes back down to himself, once again snapping open the bottle and squeezing the slippery substance down into his paw. To his dismay, Eddie caught sight of Sully once again slathering the stuff over his penis and realized they weren't yet finished. The lid snapped shut and Sully's eyes stared hard at the chained rat as he tossed the bottle to the floor again. Eddie felt himself sinking down once more as the big guy once again planted his paws down into the mattress, crawling over Eddie's body again. The earth-toned rat let out a panicked chitter, flipping his body around in a desperate attempt to avoid more. It wasn't the most effective move he could have made of course. Since he was still cuffed, this just caused his left arm to have to stretch across his body from underneath which wasn't especially comfortable and there wasn't much to be done with his free arm from here. Before he could undo this predicament, for whatever good it would do, he felt Sully press one of those pink-skinned paws into his lower back, using all of his weight to keep the smaller rodent pinned down while he grasped his freshly lubricated masculinity in the other paw. Eddie would try to evasively shake his targeted rump around but in this position he wasn't really going anywhere. Sully was much quicker this time as well and before he could sufficiently react, Eddie once again felt the tip poking at that restricted spot.

"Just...just give me a minute!" Eddie pleaded, knowing his struggles were futile and hoping, at least, to catch his breath a bit more. No need to work it in now, that penis was slick enough this time to push right through, and slide its way back in with one, powerful motion. The side of Eddie's face lay flat against the mattress as his incisors parted in a nearly soundless squeak.

Fang stepped back through the bathroom door, strutting his way over toward Clayton when the opossum stopped him.

"Did you wash your paws?"

The marten snorted. "Who the fuck cares?"

Clayton held the joint up and away, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you touch this fuckin' thing again until I hear some water running in there, not if I'm sucking on the damn thing too, now get back in there and wash those god damn paws."

"Tsh...." Fang waved off the opossum but stomped back into the bathroom once again.

"Like he's my mother fuckin' momma or some shit," the marten muttered as he turned on the water, running his paws under the stream. He took this moment to glance up to the dingy mirror. Face was still looking good. He raised a brow. That's it, that's the face the girls dig. Couldn't ignore it though, that "smack-smack-smack" coming from the other room, the sound of Sully's hips slamming into that lyin' little shit's ass. Fang glanced back toward the door. He could hear the rest too, the squeaks from that old bed, and the squeaks from Eddie himself. The marten's eyes fell back down to his business with a shake of his head. Water off, he wiped those paws of his on his shirt and nodded to one side with a small, mirthful snort. Hell of a night.

Fang trudged back out into the main room where he saw Clayton taking another drag. The opossum's white face glanced up to the marten.

"You wash 'em?"

Fang held up his damp paws, shaking them around a bit. "You happy?"

With a shrug, Clayton coughed and held the blunt out to Fang.

Eddie panted. He squeaked. A weak sound as far as his kind were concerned but he just couldn't help it here, not with the way his body shook and bounced, the way the whole bed was rocked under the power of Sully. Eddie's face was still flat against the mattress, this time with the aide of Sully, whose right paw pinned him down at the back of the neck. The red-eyed rat's other paw was wrapped around Eddie's thigh, pulling the small rodent back to him with every thrust. No, not bad enough the fat asshole was pumping that tree trunk in and out of him like this, but he was also shoving Eddie back onto it over and over again.

"We should have stopped somewhere for a bite," complained Clayton, stepping over toward the kitchenette. "You got anything good to eat here, Eddie?"

The rat, of course, was too busy to answer.

Nonetheless, Clayton simply invited himself into the refrigerator, his own black eyes scanning the shelves inside. It was pretty stark. If the guy was holding out on them with the cash, you'd think he would have bought some Lunchables or something. There was an open pack of bologna tossed haphazardly in there. Clayton snatched it up and sniffed it. Seemed...alright. The opossum closed the door and located the white bread on the counter top.

"You want a sandwich?" Clayton asked, glancing back toward Fang.

The marten shook his head, taking a drag on the pot cigarette. "I'm good."

Clayton went to work removing a single piece of bread, folding a couple slices of meat inside of it. He took a bite. It'd do. He meandered back over toward Fang, nodding toward the dresser.

"We should start getting that shit ready to go," suggested the opossum with a mouth full of food.

A shrug from Fang. "Whatever."

Eddie had never felt anything like this before, even with his brief prison stints. And the worst part was that even with the soreness of his "first time" and that whole "psychological impact" bullshit, it probably should have felt a lot worse than it did, making the whole thing that much more disgusting for him. He reached his free arm back...not looking for anything in particular but finding Sully's pumping thigh, planting his paw there. His elbows bent with every hump. Fine. At least something, some kind of resistance, something to make him feel like he wasn't just taking it.

"He's got some trash bags over here," discovered Clayton as he finished the small sandwich, bringing back a slightly used roll of the black bags from the kitchenette. "We can put it all in one of these."

The opossum tore off a bag while Fang stood up, and pressed the blunt against the window sill to extinguish it before tucking it into his pocket. He snatched up the bag from Clayton and went to work digging through that dresser, taking the cash and product inside and throwing it into the bag. Clayton couldn't help but notice all of the rubbish on the wooden floor of Eddie's apartment. Cans, fast-food wrappers, bottles, both plastic and glass...the place was a dump.

"Dude, I gotta clean this place up a bit," Clayton declared, tearing off another bag. "Eddie, you might be a little sleaze, but you don't have to live this way."

Eddie continued to hear the squishing sounds of Sully's lubed penis pumping in and out of him, the thumping sounds of Sully's hips slamming into him, the grunting sounds of Sully's breaths from above him, and now, the sound of Clayton cleaning his apartment. Silver linings. Sully's humps grew faster and harder while Eddie shuddered at the realization of how this was going to end. Definitely should have just given them their cash.

Clayton stepped up right beside Eddie's head, the body of the opossum shaking back and forth in the rat's vision as his body was rocked. Clayton held out one of his dark arms, an empty beer bottle in his pink-skinned paw.

"Yo, Eddie. Do you recycle?"

The ravaged rat offered a blank stare toward Clayton, slowly bringing his free paw back toward his upper half before extending his middle finger in the direction of the opossum.

"Whatever dude," shrugged Clayton, tossing the bottle into the bag with all the other trash he collected.

Eddie's tail snaked around as he felt Sully release his thigh, now pressing that paw hard into Eddie's rump. It was the only warning he'd have for the change to come, the powerful change of pace as Sully's hips slammed down hard into Eddie over and over again. The desert-hued rat cried out, he moaned, he squeaked while Sully's body dominated him, the big rat's penis pummeling his insides. The claws on the large rat's feet dug into the mattress, the ripping sound of them scratching over the fabric tearing through the air. It was clear that Sully aimed to finish, now. However expected it should have been, Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't fathom what was about to happen, and seriously, how is this fat bastard not tired yet?

"How're you doing over here," Clayton asked, stepping up next to Fang at the dresser.

"Fine, just doin' all the work while you play French maid over there."

"Hey, his place doesn't have to look like yours."

"Fuckin' eat me."

The thrusts had turned erratic but they were no less overwhelming. Eddie probably could have told him to stop but that would sort of be like when they hero shouts "no!" at the super villain. They're probably just going to keep destroying the world, anyway. Or, in this case...your ass.

Clayton stepped back behind the bed. Couldn't help but look. This was...quite a scene, an all-access view of the backside of Sully. And, yeah...Clay liked the girls, he totally did! But just look at that, the thick shaft of Sully being shoved in an pulled out of that hole, does it matter which hole? That view of his black-furred sack slapping down against Eddie's ass...hey, that same thing is hot in straight porn, right?

Here it was. Eddie was feeling it now. That warmth...that new warmth. A hot liquid started to flow inside of him as Sully's entire body began to jerk, giving the smaller rodent those last few, hard thrusts as Eddie let out a few more of those weak sounding squeaks...Sully had done it. It was done. It was the final and perhaps most intense tingle of all, Eddie feeling himself get seeded for the first time. He couldn't help it, he couldn't help picturing the contractions and twitches at the base of Sully's penis with each spurt. After all he could sure as hell feel them.

"Alright, I got it," Fang announced, having emptied all items of interest from the dresser into the trash bag. He turned around to see Clayton fixated on the scene upon the bed. The marten shook his head and scoffed. Everybody in here's a god damn fag....

Eddie finally felt Sully's paw ease off of his neck, the other lifting up from his rump as the big rat rose off of the smaller rat, his maleness pulling out from Eddie's spent body. A small trail of the white stuff bridged from the tip of Sully's penis to Eddie's backside before breaking away, dripping onto the mattress and into Eddie's fur. Eddie heaved with those heavy breaths, shuddering at the feeling, that feeling of the fluid dripping out from him, running through the fur of his scrotum and down his inner thighs. Sully lifted an arm above his head, enjoying a triumphant stretch before relaxing his paws down onto his thighs, taking a moment to look over Eddie's body, proud of his conquest.

Clayton blinked a few times. "So, uh...shit, I'm just gonna say it...I'm not gay, but is it like...weird that I got sort of hard watching that?"

Fang snorted, brushing by the opossum. "Shit, maybe you're a homo, too."

Eddie felt his entire body rise now as the weight of Sully left the mattress, the big rat stepping slowly off of the bed. He'd take a step or two forward, stopping near Eddie's head, placing his paws on his hips. From here Eddie could see the thick, pink-fleshed thing that had been inside of him, flopping around a bit now but still coated in seed and lube. Sully's tail flicked in satisfaction as he stared down at Eddie for a few more moments. Yeah. That should do it.

"It's like...weirdly quiet in here now without all that bed squeaking," Clayton remarked, tossing his bag of rubbish off to the side.

"Come on big boy, get dressed," urged Fang, still holding the other bag of goods. "Let's get the fuck outta here."

With his paws still on his hips, Sully slowly turned away from Eddie. It had been a good night indeed. He was probably going to be thinking about that little guy for a while. The big rat was quick to slip his jeans and boxers back on, going to work fastening his belt again. Clayton scooped up the discarded, white tank top and bought it over to Sully.

"Here, dude. Nice job."

"Come on guys, shit, let's go," Fang prodded, impatiently, as he pulled a metallic object out from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed. It landed beside Eddie's bare chest and the rat weakly looked down at it. It was a key. The key to the cuffs.

Sully took the shirt and slipped it over his head as Fang held the trash bag toward him. "Here, since you got to have all the fun, why don't you carry this shit out to the car?"

The big rat took a hold of the bag, slinging it and all of its contents over his broad shoulder as the three males headed for the door.

"Hey Sull, you want a smoke?" Clayton asked, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. The black-furred rat stopped in front of him, holding out his fingers as Clayton pawed one over. Sully placed it in his mouth and leaned down for the opossum to light it up for him. He took in a puff and blew it out through his pink nose. Good stuff.

Clayton slipped back past Sully, shutting off the kitchen light with one more glance toward Eddie who was just lying pitifully on the bed.

"Sorry it didn't work out, dude."

The opossum then headed for the entryway and opened up the door, holding it open for Sully who in turn held it for Fang, who threw up his paws as he walked through.

"I just got stoned watching a big ass rat dude fuck the shit out of another rat dude. What the fuck is happening to my life?"

The door slammed shut behind them.