Nocturnal Emissions
The streets were cold at night. But you get used to it. In the city, working the alleys was one of the best ways to get fast money, if you had the body for it, and the desire.
Most people didn't go into prostitution willingly. There were always circumstances, like your mother was sick and needed money fast, or you had lost your job and needed to pay rent, or perhaps you had gambling debts. The list was endless, and unique stories weren't hard to find. There were people, though, who whored themselves out because it was an easy way to make money. Because they enjoyed the thrill and didn't care about the social repercussions. Jason was one of them.
Feet nearly silent on the sidewalk, the young serval and his canine friend walked down the sidewalk. Overhead, various insects, mostly harmless, were visible circling the stark white glow of the streetlights. The occasional car rumbled past on the road, bathing both males in yellowish light. It wasn't a common occurance, considering it was just past ten at night. Far beyond rush hour.
"How're ya feeling tonight?" the wolf asked Jason. The young feline smiled quietly up at the canid in return, and nudged him on the side with an elbow.
"Feelin' great. If I'm lucky, I'll make a couple hundred tonight. You know, Bret, you really oughtta try this, instead of that stockroom crap you have to do at the store. Pays a lot better." A dainty, long-fingered hand was passed through the feline's blond hair. "And it's more fun, too."
A wry grin passed over the wolf's face. He nudged Jason's hip in return with his own, and replied, "No thanks. Unlike some of us, I have plans for the future. I don't think law school would approve if they found out I was earning money in . . . less than legal ways, hm?" A casual smile was cast Bret's way in return.
"Suit yourself. More for me, then."
Both feline and canine came to a stop next to Bret's apartment building. For a moment, Jason felt a twinge of regret. The two had grown up together, and a few years back, Bret had asked if the serval would move in with him. Jason had just turned eighteen, and had just gotten his first fifty from sucking off some tiger after the bars had closed. It had been so easy to fall into that world, to allow himself to become entranced by any guy willing to fork over a few bills, and that's how things had been going for the past two years. Occasionally, Jason wondered how things would be now, if he'd moved in with Bret rather than getting his own loft downtown, amidst the nightclubs.
"Well. Seeya," the canid called over to Jason, who lifted a paw and smiled in return. It was only a moment of reflection. He was happy doing what he did, he decided, and it was nice to be able to walk Bret home after the canid's shift at the warehouse. It gave them some time to catch up on things.
It was only another block until the serval's usual prowl. It was a good spot, a street corner that was easily visible from a pair of bars. One of them was a strip joint. Most of the guys who came to him from there were aroused from watching the women, and were either involved and frustrated, or between girlfriends. They weren't looking for much, just a willing mouth and a little eagerness. If they had a problem with guys in general, most of the time, Jason was just girly enough to convince them that it'd be okay "this one time." The serval figured that probably nine out of ten of his clients came from here.
The other establishment was a little higher end. Most of the people who frequented the "Lunar Eclipse" were there to relax after a hard day managing their company. Champagne flowed like water and most emerged late at night to be driven home in their BMWs by a (hopefully) designated driver. On the rare occasion that one of them didn't have a few harlots waiting at home and noticed Jason, they paid well. Really well. Once, he'd been able to take a whole week off once after putting up with just a few hours of rough sex.
Jason eventually came to a stop, on his corner. He reclined up against the streetlight, and carefully slid a few fingers through his light hair, making sure everything was in place. "Damn this awful lighting," he thought to himself. The artificial brightness cast over him never presented him at his most flattering.
Now came the hardest part. Waiting, and trying to entice interest in the slender, young body that he'd worked so hard on making attractive. As a serval, he had tall ears, about eight inches worth, that poked through the golden-blond hair that topped his head. Just a little under six feet tall and about a hundred and fourty pounds, his body was covered in black spots of varying shape and size, over a coat of tawny fur. Most of the guys who he'd serviced commented that they liked the way those spots led right down between his legs, both in front and on back, so what he wore was designed to emphasize that. A black leather vest, too small for his body, was worn open over his torso. It occasionally revealed flashes of silver from where barbells pierced both nipples. Further down, a black stretch-velvet thong was all that covered the feline's crotch and ass. Jason's opinion was that the cops hadn't bothered him yet because they liked looking just as much as everyone else.
Every now and then, a single male or a group would emerge from one of the two clubs, usually moving with inebriated awkwardness. It wasn't that Jason really minded the alcohol. After all, their money was as good as anyone else's. But it was tricky, trying to tell the mean drunks from the guys who had just had one too many.
A pair of guys wandered nearby. Two gazelles, laughing quietly amongst each other. They glanced briefly his way, and the serval cocked his hips their way, and offered the two a tantalizing smile and a lick of his lips over to the two herbavores as his tail snaked around over that nearly naked rump of his. The only response he got was a nervous look, and hurried steps.
"Ah well," Jason murmured to himself. "Not every fish will bite." There was plenty of time left in the night, after all.
Hours passed slowly. Business was usually slow until around midnight or one, when people began to file out of the clubs more frequently. Now, things were beginning to pick up. Some of the cheaper boys had already left with their clients, leaving just Jason now with a few of his chief 'competitors'. Jason's eyes shifted over towards one of them, a leopard girl, a few years his senior. She was in the process of seducing a stallion. who looked more than a little intrigued. It was so much easier for the women.
"Hey, kid. You looking for something?"
The voice was deep, masculine, intriguing. Jason glanced back over his shoulder at its owner.
There were two men standing behind him. The one who had spoken was grinning down at him from a height of probably around six and a half feet, blunt teeth white and shiny. Two long, curved horns extended from the top of his head, and a thick silver ring hooped through both nostrils. Stereotypical for a bull, but somehow it looked right. Amused brown eyes met the serval's, and he actually felt himself blush a little. That hadn't happened in ages.
The other male standing there was a lion. Only slightly shorter than his partner, the feline had an arm looped casually around the bovine's waist. A black mane, tied back in a braid that hung over his back, framed a broad tawny-muzzled face with amber eyes. Both of the males were powerful. It was every hooker's dream . . . two guys you'd probably sleep with even if you weren't getting paid.
The bull, who seemed mostly to be in charge, didn't seem like he wanted to waste much time. "I'm Jack," he declared, jabbing one thick thumb against those broad pecs of his. "This's Vic. And your name ain't important. Yer gonna take care of us tonight. Got it, boy?"
Vic, quiet up until this point, shifted. Both males were decked out in leather, both wearing pairs of those tight leather pants that showed off your ass and package like you weren't wearing anything at all. The only difference was that Vic was wearing a vest similar to Jason's, while Jack's powerful torso was bared. Leather creaked as the silent lion pulled something from a pocket, and extended it towards the serval. Between index and middle fingers was held a pair of hundred dollar bills. Jason's eyes widened a little. This was perfect. He reached up, took the money from the lion, and slipped it into the inner pocket of his own vest. This was all the acceptance that Jack needed. He reached down, grasped Jason by the collar of the vest, and pulled the stumbling feline along behind him. Vic assisted, with one paw around the serval's wrist.
Jason tried not to get too excited. This was business, after all. But, there was something about the way that the two guys were treating him that was really pushing his buttons. It was something about Jack's overwhelmingly cocky demeanor, and the way that Vic just watched him, like it wasn't even worth his time to speak his desires. Eventually, the serval settled into a quiet pace between the two larger males, following wherever they led. Somehow, it just felt right.
Once again, they only went a block, down to a rundown Motel 8 that Jason was familiar with. It was one of the most convenient places to bring a client, and these two men seemed to know the place as well as the serval. After all, the dog tending the counter only grinned, and tossed Vic a key when Jack pushed through the door and nodded to him.
The staircase creaked as the three males made their way upstairs, Jason sandwiched between the bull and the lion. While Jack fumbled with the lock, a quiet growl was breathed into the smaller feline's ear as Vic pressed up behind him, and the serval was treated to the sensation of that warm, leather-clad package pressing up under his tail. Subtly, he pressed right back.
"Awright, loverboy, inside," Jack sneered over his shoulder at Jason. The young serval's tall ears folded back, and he bowed his head in reply. Jack looked pleased. He had no idea how Vic felt about it. The lion's steely gaze was expressionless. The only way he could tell how the larger feline was feeling was the increasingly prominant bulge between his legs. Jack thumped into the room, followed by Jason, who was not-so-gently pushed inside by the lion, who closed the door behind him.
For just a moment, the three stood there. Jason looked between the two tall, powerful males, simply admiring the view for now. Surprisingly enough, Vic was the first to make a move. Casually, the big feline shrugged out of his vest, and tossed it onto the floor. The serval's green eyes snapped over to the lion's body as Vic lifted both brawny arms, and flexed. A quiet sigh escaped Vic, as he indulged in sensuous stretches that relaxed his body and prepared him for the 'ordeal' that was coming. It was about the most noise Jason had heard him make all night. Almost at the same time, a heavy hand came to rest on the serval's shoulder.
"Strip," Jack growled into one of his ears. "Show off that pretty little body of yers, cat. Show us both what we're payin' for."
Aah, something familiar. Having something to concentrate on was a brief respite for Jason, who'd been fighting to control an erection. "Whatever you say," he purred in reply. Jack's lips were tugged upwards into another shit-eating grin, even as he released the hustler, reached down, and casually unbuttoned the front of his dark leather jeans.
Jason closed his slanted eyes. Usually, he'd have a beat or something playing on the radio that he could used to establish a rhythm. He didn't have either with Jack and Vic. The only sound that permiated the room was the heavy breathing that he could hear from both of them, broad chests that looked as if they'd been worked on for years rising and falling. So, he went with what he had.
The young feline nudged his hips forward, reached down, and slowly slide those slender fingers of his up along his inner thighs. As his hips rotated silently to that mostly imaginary beat, his paws drifted over his own slender body, caressing that concave belly, his chest, the fur down right over his knees. He was going to make sure that the two guys got their money's worth.
"Oh, good boy. What a hot little piece he is, ain't he, Victor?" Jack growled under his breath, brown eyes flicking briefly over towards the lion. The large bull was standing there just a few feet away, casually massaging a thick bulge in his trousers. It snaked down one pantleg a little bit, thick and impressive. Jason was jolted out of his reverie momentarily as he glanced between Jack and Victor. The lion simply nodded in reply to the bull's question. What had the young serval distracted was what he saw as the lion, quite without pretense, simply pushed those leathers down over his legs and stepped out of them.
Victor was big down there. Those leonine legs were powerful, toned beneath the short tawny fur that covered them. The pelt between his thighs was a little thicker. Already erect and holding his maleness in one fist, the lion's jutting cock was around seven inches of pink flesh, nicely proportioned all over, sheath pulled back around its base. But what really made Jason falter were the heavy balls that hung beneath. They were huge. Probably about the size of peaches. The serval tried to keep his mouth from watering as he thought about what a load the silent male would probably shoot.
Jason had barely managed to keep moving as he watched Vic disrobe. It made the lion grin, sharp canines visible over each corner of his lips. He angled his swollen erection up towards the serval's mouth, even as a glob of clear, crystalline precum trickled from that slick glans. Quietly, the young feline shrugged out of his vest. His thong was already bulging with a prominant erection, and his scent, along with that of the bull and lion, was easily distinguishable in the air. There was no hiding his arousal now.
"Good boy," the bull murmured again, one big hand squeezing himself down where the leather barely concealed his own erection. "Now. Off with the panties." Large fingers wrestled his button and fly open, and the bull began to slowly push his own trousers down. Jason was looking forward to the view.
Carefully, the serval eased his fingers down into the edge of his thong. Each movement was deliberate, planned, and the two big men watching him obviously appreciated it. Though, those erections were probably more likely a result of anticipation for what lay ahead than just watching him dance. Pulling the elastic of the waistband outwards, he nudged it carefully around his own cock, then down over his legs. The serval was proud of his body. A modest six inches of circumsized dick dribbled between his legs. He wasn't huge, but then, most of the people he slept with weren't after his cock. It was the other side that saw most of the use.
Jason's ass was tight and almost femininely rounded. Gold, black, and white fur all sloped down between his buttocks towards the tight little pink ring right under his tail. Though well used quite often, the serval's rear always healed quickly.
With a grunt, Jack pushed his own trousers downwards, and slipped legs that were even more impressive than Vic's out of the leather. This time, Jason really stared. What was probably a full nine inches of humanstyle meat, glistening black at the glans and lighter in the drooping foreskin that mostly concealed his glans, hung heavily from between the bull's thighs. The big male's cocky grin only widened. Even as he curled one fist around the base of his shaft and began to pump slowly, the bull reached over, lay a heavy hand atop the serval's shoulder, and pushed him down to his knees.
Jason was almost amazed at the large male's strength, even though he wasn't exactly putting up a fight. Resting down there on the motel's old rug as Vic and Jack both closed in on him, the serval couldn't believe how turned on his was.
"Ya know what's comin' kid, don't ya?" The bull's voice had taken on a husky edge, an almost dangerous growl that made Jason shudder with arousal. Vic's amber eyes continued to stare down at him, half grin pulling at his lips as the lion's hips nudged forwards, brushing his heavily dripping cockhead over one of the serval's cheek. A few strands of fur were matted down, and Jason inhaled the heavy scents of arousal abruptly presented to his face. It was exquisite, like this whole night was ending up, powerful musk that made him forget all about the money, all about the job. He just wanted to make these two men feel as good as he possibly could.
"Yer gonna suck him off," Jack continued. "And I'm gonna plow that pretty ass of yours." Vic nodded, silently. "So ya better get me nice and slick, before I decide just ta stick it in as is," the bull finally concluded. Green eyes flicked up to meet Jack's for a moment, and he nodded, ears folded back. Jason understood his position here. Reaching up to carefully grip the thick base of the bull's uncut meat, Jason spent a few second simply staring at it. It was beautiful, the way the black flesh throbbed, the way it felt in his fingers. Once again, the serval's reverie was interrupted when Vic's furry paw curled fingers through his hair, and shoved his face up against Jack's erection.
The bull groaned, heatedly. That broad chest expanded, then retracted as he took deep breaths. Vic knew exactly what he liked, and apparently, the boy they'd hired liked it too. The eager little prostitute moaned heatedly down there as his face was smeared across foreskin damp with precum and sweat.
Jason's eyes fluttered. He panted directly up against the bull's fragrant cock as Vic 'forced' him over it. A few seconds later, the bull took over, tugging firmly on the serval's blond hair with one hand, and prying his jaws open with the other. "Suck, boy," he muttered under his breath. Almost too quickly, that musk-heavy erection was fed between the serval's lips. He closed his mouth around it, sealing Jack's still thickening meat inside his muzzle.
Just a few inches away now, Vic continued to gaze down at his and Jack's prize. He squeezed one of his own hips sensuously in one paw, even as the other continued to pump his slippery cock in the other. As Jason was quickly finding out, the sheer size that Jack possessed was easily made up for by how much liquid the feline seemed to produce. Little droplets of clear fluid trickled over Jason's face, dripping off of his chin and down onto his chest. The slim feline shivered subtly as he felt the soft fur on his face grow even more damp.
This was one of the things that Jason enjoyed the most, and despite the excitement he experienced just because it was sex, he didn't get to REALLY enjoy his work often. Something really turned him on about having a hot guy get him slick and sticky with precum, and then their load afterwards. He knew it was perverse, but who really cared in this job field? Everyone had their interesting kinks.
The serval nearly choked as Jack grunted, pulled his head further up, and just about hilted those thick nine inches inside Jason's throat. His cock tasted like . . . male. Almost bitter. Musky. He loved it. With the slick sound of Victor's paw sliding back and forth over his own shaft close in his ears, the smaller feline reached up to brace his paws on Jack's powerful thighs. He took a deep breath, pushed his muzzle up further, and swallowed the big bull's erection to the fur around its base.
Jack snorted loudly, and his fingers unconsciously pulled tighter on Jason's hair. The boy was better than he'd expected. Two hundred wasn't much to Vic and him, but it was nothing he'd ever casually thrown away. The night was definetely looking up. He could tell from Vic's expression that the lion was feeling the same way. Brown eyes flicked down to watch the serval who was so skillfully nursing on his twitching erection, and with an almost reluctant sigh, he pulled the boy's dark lips back off of his now glistening shaft.
"Awright, boy. On your knees." Jack almost sounded impatient, now. After he'd pulled Jason's lips back, the bull had reached down, grasped his erection, and begun stroking it firmly to keep it as hard as the young male had gotten it. Vic was starting to get a little tense as well, toes curling, a faint growl building in his throat.
Jason, still trying to regain his breath after swallowing that huge, uncut erection, simply nodded up at Jack, and shifted his slim body away from the bull. He arched his back, glanced over his shoulder momentarily, and flicked his tail upwards.
Jack licked his lips with that broad tongue of his. The serval's ass looked perfect, spread so willingly like that. This was going to be fun. The bull crouched down over Jason's boyish body, and pushed that meaty cock of his up between those taut buttocks. A thin trickle of precum, aided by the young feline's saliva, dampened the little furless spot underneath Jason's tail. The little cat moaned heatedly, as if on cue. At the same time, Vic was moving in from the front.
Jason's slim body trembled with anticipation as he felt Jack's hot flesh sliding up against him. It had been a while since he'd taken anyone as big as the bull was. It was going to be intense. Vic's own scent continued to grow more intense. Without a sound other than that constant, deep growl, the lion pushed that copiously dripping erection up against his lips. The young serval lifted his head to meet the slick glans of the large feline's cock, opened his mouth, and slid the first few inches of the lion's dick across his tongue.
It was even more delicious like this, fed directly to him rather than dripping off of his nose or cheeks. This, combined with the nearly bitter, musky taste of the lion's flesh, made Jason moan softly with arousal around his mouthful, and Vic grunt and nudge his hips forward again. Jack's grin widened again as well. It looked so right, having the slim little spotted cat pinned between them. The large bull's big hands both rested on Jason's slender hips now, while Vic had tangled his fingers through the serval's silky blond hair.
Jason felt both of the bigger, powerfully muscled males begin to work him between them, slowly and leisurely at first. Jack's erection throbbed with need as he pulled his broad hips back, and positioned his engorged cockhead right at the young feline's tight little anus. The warm spot that he felt gradually yielding to his shaft glistened with his precum, which was making things a lot easier. The bull's eyes fluttered closed, and he snorted, a tremor coursing through him.
"Fuckin' tight little bitch," Jack growled, more to his leonine partner than to the young feline between himself and Victor. The big lion's broad grin only widened, and he nodded once in reply. Perhaps a little more roughly than he intended, thick fingers kneaded at the serval's taut buttocks while his brown eyes remained fixed on the sight under Jason's tail. He loved watching himself slip into an eager young male. Hearing the smaller of the felines whimper and pant really stroked the ego.
Jason was in heaven. He'd only been fucked by two guys at once a few times before, and this was definetely the best of them. Even better because he was getting paid so well for it! Supporting himself on the ground with one paw, the other had found its way to Vic's sizeable balls, which he was gently kneading and tugging on. The serval's shapely little muzzle slid back and forth slowly along the lion's erection, which was dripping more than probably anyone else he'd ever been with. It was virtually a steady flow of precum, and he had to swallow every ten or fifteen seconds just to keep up with it. Just as often though, he'd let that warm fluid simply spill out from between his lips, running slickly down over his chin and neck.
He was unbelievably aroused. The serval was having to fight not to shoot off without touching himself. He found himself trying to think about mundane things, math problems, old teachers. Women. It worked a little bit, and he gradually fought back that approaching climax. It was only a matter of time, though.
Above him, Vic had begun to growl more loudly. That tawny-furred body was shaking, and Jason was picking up the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. He was only a little surprised at the big feline's hair trigger. The serval had begun to pull back a little, an attept to prolong the feline's orgasm, when abruptly, he felt those fingers tighten in his hair, and those hips shoved forwards, hilting all twitching seven inches in the serval's throat. His eyes snapped open and teared up a little bit as he fought not to gag on the intruder that was unexpectedly throbbing in his throat. The powerful bovine abruptly slapped the serval's slender ass, which made him shudder all over.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," Jack growled, not even looking away from the slim ass he was continuing to push into. It was obvious how well he knew his partner. "Vic here's gonna hose ya down. Get ya all nice an' gooey, since that's what slutty little boys like you enjoy." Once again, Vic seemed perfectly happy to let the bull do the talking. His amber eyes were squeezed shut, lips drawn back into an aroused snarl, fingers pulling harshly on Jason's hair.
Jason shuddered as Jack's words elicited a few delicious mental images. With the amount of liquid that was flowing across his tongue, the serval almost could have been fooled into thinking that the lion was coming already. He'd tasted so many loads in the last few years though that it was usually pretty difficult to fool him. Vic abruptly shuddered above him, and the tug on the young serval's hair became painful. The lion's cock surged in his mouth, and a sudden splatter of syrupy cum filled the young male's muzzle.
Jason gurgled as he felt that first massive spray of semen flood across his teeth, coat his tongue in salty warmth, ooze down his throat. He swallowed reflexively, even as the older feline's shaft swelled again, and fountained another thick gush of semen between the serval's lips. It was intense, almost bitter, and claws bit into Jason's scalp almost hard enough to break the skin. Abruptly, Vic shoved the teenager's head back, closed a fist around the base of his thick feline maleness, and began to beat himself off. That deep growl remained a constant, even as the serval felt rope after rope of hot cum jetting over his face.
Jack's eyes rose from the slender little ass he was penetrating with those thick inches of uncut meat as his lion cohort began blasting the little serval's muzzle with his load. As always, Vic's orgasm was intense. The whimpering, obviously aroused young feline held his head high to receive what the older cat was giving him.
By the time Vic's climax had faded, probably almost half a minute later, Jason had slumped down just a little bit on shaking arms. Thick globs of semen hung from his chin, drooling thick and long down to the floor. Streams of it ran down his cheeks to soak his neck and chest. A big drop oozed slowly down over the ridge of his nose, and some had even soaked into his hair. The young feline was completely overwhelmed. In all his time turning tricks, he'd never encountered two guys as intense as this. Jack had taken firm, almost vicious hold of the serval's hips, and was hammering roughly into Jason's ass. Seeing Vic shoot off like that had sent him over the edge.
"G-Gunna . . . fill yer ass up . . . with a hot load, you little slut," Jack growled above him. Jason was having to grip the floor with his claws now to keep from being shoved forwards each time that huge, uncut bullcock shoved up inside him. It didn't help that Jack was so massive, he was slamming the little feline's prostate with each thrust, and Jason was at the edge of tears. Still. There was something incredibly hot about it. About being used like an object, just a hole to shoot a load into, a body to coat with fluids.
Vic had settled back onto the edge of the bed, was hunched forward slightly, and was sliding his fist slowly over his own cock. Incredibly, he had regained any strength his erection might have lost through his recent orgasm in only a few seconds. Jason was so far gone at this point that he barely even noticed, though.
Jack grunted, eyes squeezing shut as he felt himself quickly passing the point of no return. He exhaled roughly through his nose and mouth, and his powerful, gym-built muscles tightened beneath his short pelt. Jason knew what was coming. Another hard slap made his ass tense up, a sensation that Jack certainly seemed to enjoy. In front of the young serval, the lion who'd climaxed just a minute or so ago had already risen to his feet again, visibly swelling as he jerked himself off. It was all too much for Jason.
The feline prostitute shuddered violently under Jack's assault. The huge load that had been splattered across his muzzle, the massive cock that was pounding under his tail, the domineering attitudes, all of it combined to make an intense, earth-quaking climax course through the spotted cat. Parting his lips, Jason let out a loud, almost desperate yowl of intense pleasure. His cock flexed, and a powerful jet of semen lept out to jet across his stomach before falling to the floor beneath him. Waves of mind numbing pleasure very nearly made the serval pass out. As globs of cum continued to rain over the rug, the young feline's rear spasmed sensuously around Jack's own nine inches, and it was this that completed the experience for the bull.
Both of Jack's powerful hands gripped Jason's slender ass, and spread it, almost painfully. Large balls tightened up, and the bull was almost caught off guard as his first blast of cum exploded into Jason's rear. It was intensely pleasurable, better than anything he'd felt in ages. Probably something about how the boy seemed to eat up the sensations he and Vic were piling on him.
Jason was one of those people who had a hard time feeling it when someone came in his ass. It wasn't that he wasn't sensitive in there, quite the opposite, it just didn't usually stand out as a seperate sensation from the erection it was pouring from. This time was different, though. Jack was shooting so intensely that he could feel the impact and splash of that hot cream in his rear, and it only made Jason's orgasm more intense. On the other side, the big lion growled heatedly. He obviously knew what was going on inside the smaller cat's bowels. Tightening his grip around his own cock, drooling clear fluid once again, he leaned closer.
"F-fucking whore . . ." Jack's speech was slurred and broken. His mind was centered on Jason's ass, and the words escaped more as an afterthought than anything else. The young feline swayed unsteadily underneath Jack as his own orgasm tapered off into a gooey flow, supporting himself on shaky arms and knees. He hadn't come without touching himself since he was fourteen. Gradually, he felt the pulses of the large bull's erection begin to taper off. Jack slide one hand off of the young feline's rear to grip the base of his cock, and pulled himself free with a suddenness that jarred Jason's already exhausted body.
Following that twitching, uncut maleness came a hot flood of seed. It ran thickly down over Jason's buttocks, trickling down to drip off of his balls, streamers matting the fur on his legs down. Still trying to catch his breath, the serval lifted his head as he felt Vic's own cockhead brush over his face, still soaked from the lion's first load. He licked one of those thick globs of semen up before it could fall from his nose to the floor.
He was spent. The serval's arms shook, his ass was sore, and his balls ached. Jason was a professional, though, and he'd keep going until they were finished. Even if he hadn't been having as much fun as he was. He shifted his soaked ass back and forth, wriggling it back against the heavy meat Jack had thumped between his buttocks, savoring the sensation of the bull's final squirts of semen dampening the base of his tail, then trickling down to drip off of his ballsac.
He'd just finally caught up with his breath when he felt a large hand grab him by the chin, and lift his slippery muzzle up to gaze directly at Victor's throbbing erection. A glistening cockhead, glazed with both cum and precum, slid over his lips.
"You're gonna . . . cum on me again," he whimpered. It was less of a question than a comment. Vic just grinned, showing off sharp fangs. Once again, it was Jack who replied.
"He must like ya," the bull growled from behind. One hand had settled on Jason's rump, where he'd begun to slowly smear those ropes of semen through the serval's fur. Jason shuddered again with arousal. Eyes fluttered closed, his slim little mouth parted, and he awaited the shower that Vic was about to treat him to. The lion's growl deepened, muscles quivered, and that deeply swollen cock swelled for the second time that night.
Jason was already soaked. His face had been splattered before, there was some that had dripped down to his chest and stomach, and his ass was possibly even more caked than the other side. His next shower would feel great. But for the moment, the young serval felt like he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
Again, Vic's erection exploded in a fountain of juice. He was squirting much more forcefully this time, though it was thinner, more watery. Jason gasped as a few powerful jets sprayed right across his tongue, and reflexively swallowed as some of the lion's cum tickled the back of his throat. Another glob drew a white line up across the bridge of the young feline's nose, another splashed off of his cheek, and more still hit Jason directly on the chin and neck. Vic tightened his grip reflexively around the smaller cat's chin, and yanked him right up against his crotch as his second orgasm of the night began to taper off.
Jason whimpered quietly once again. At this point, he just couldn't help it. He felt thin rivers of the lion's hot fluids streaming down his face, running down across his neck. He felt his face being smeared over the lion's erection, really completing the image. He'd been thoroughly dominated. Soaked in cum. Fucked deep and hard. It'd been an awesome night.
Vic slumped back onto the bed, and exhaled heavily. Jack pulled back as well, gradually softening cock drawing a trail of cum with it. He settled down next to the lion, and murmured something into one of the big feline's ears. Vic reached down, fished around in his discarded trousers, and pulled a twenty out. He tossed it over onto Jason's lap, even as the serval settled back onto his haunches and glanced down over his own cumsoaked body. He looked up again a moment later, over at the two on the bed.
"Ya did good, boy. Keep the room, and get some rest fer the night. Bill's taken care of." Jack's impish grin was back. Both of them gradually found their footing, and re-dressed, Vic quiet as always, the bull occasionally muttering comments about how nice the serval looked caked in their semen. Jason smiled up at the bull through the glaze of cum that slicked his facefur.
"Thank you very much, sir," he demured, licking his lips. It was all still a game, and he wasn't about to disappoint now. "I look forward to seeing you both again."
"Oh, you will, ya slut." Jack's grin widened again, even as he pulled the door to the hallway open. Victor tossed the serval a casual two fingered salute. They both left, and closed the door behind them.
Jason finally found his feet. He made his way over to the bed, and collapsed bonelessly atop it, emitting a heavy, content sigh of pleasure, heedless of the goo that was soaking into the sheets. He'd sleep well tonight.