A Desperate Bet
Quick disclaimer, no reading by those under the legal age, yadda yadda yadda, you all know the drill. Also, characters in this story not to be used without author permission. Pete the mouse belongs to the Cookie Otter Idesin, while the other two belong to me as more or less throwaway characters. Other than that, enjoy the story.
"So, how much longer until the game is over, guys?" Pete asked, looking up from his chess game with himself at the TV that Ryan and Steve were watching. The lion and rhino respectively were fixated on the baseball game between the...Yankers? Yammers? Yankies, that was it, and the Dodgers. "I thought you guys wanted to try to play chess for a change, or do something on the computer rather than play sports."
Neither of them answered him for a moment, and the mouse sighed as he turned back to his chessboard, moving his bishop to a check on the opposite side of the board, and soon removing that threat with a deft movement of his knight as he shifted sides, and that in turn was countered by a quick slide of a rook to take that piece away. No matter which side of the board Pete played, he always managed to eliminate all the different pieces the opponent had before taking the king. It made the game all the more enjoyable for him.
Ryan looked back at the mouse with a smile, and turned to Steve for a moment. Getting a nod and smile back from his gray skinned friend, he walked over to the mouse at the chess table and laid a paw on the back of Pete's chair. "If you're really so bored waiting, Pete, we could liven this up while the baseball game runs."
Pete turned from his game to look at the two jocks that he'd gotten close to over the last year. "Oh? I don't know much about the sport, but what did you have in mind?" he asked.
"Well, we sometimes get a little bored with the game too, so we liven it up by making little bets with each other about what will happen, like if a certain player will strike out, or what team will win, things like that," Steve said, chuckling a bit. "I've learned quite a bit about the game this way, and about the players. I think you'd learn quite a bit too."
Despite himself, Pete couldn't help but feel rather interested in what Steve was offering. Looking back at the rhino with a curious tilt to his head, he asked, "And what how did you do this? What did you do to make it more fun for the two of you?"
"Simple. We put bets down on what was going to happen. When you lose your bets because you didn't know a whole lot, you start learning things in a hurry," Ryan said with a chuckle, shoving the rhino slightly. "This big muscle head took weeks to learn not to bet against me unless you got some inside information, didn't you, Steve?"
"Come on, Ryan. I bet against you once, and I think losing five hundred dollars was enough of a humiliation, don't you?"
"We'll see, Steve, we'll see," the lion said with a bit of a chuckle, looking back down at Pete with a grin. "So, you game for a couple of bets while the game goes on? I'll help you out for the first couple of innings, if you want," he offered, trying to entice the school genius into the game.
Pete hesitated, looking back at the chess board. He'd already almost won the game that he'd been playing against himself, and doing it again would only repeat the outcome. He couldn't really change that no matter how many times that he played. And besides, even with his minimal knowledge of sports, he'd have Ryan's help for a while.
Everyone at school knew Ryan. He was the star sports player for each and every team, except for the swim team, and that was only because some otter named Idesin beat him out due to the species differential. He knew everything there was to know about baseball, football, tennis, hockey, and soccer, and had subbed for the coaches themselves many, many times. In fact, quite a few of the team coaches just sat on the bench and let the lion run the show for them, so the mouse couldn't be in better paws for the first time that he tried this betting game out.
Nodding once, Pete got up from his chair and followed the grinning lion and rhino back to the TV in the living room. "Just one question first," he said, looking at the lion.
"Sure, go ahead," Ryan said.
"What's an inning?"
~~~
After getting seated and finding out that salsa and chili didn't mix very well on the chips that his friends had out, Pete stared at the television screen and the players they were showing. "So, the players hit the ball, run around the bases, and whenever a player makes it all the way around, that team gets a point?" he asked, looking at his friends.
"That's about the gist of it, yeah," Steve said, shaking his horned head a bit. "You've never seen any of these games at all?"
"Not a one," Pete said with a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "Never been that interested in anything that didn't really involve a computer or books, to be honest. Should I have been interested?"
Both of the jocks looked at each other for a moment, something passing between them that Pete couldn't quite understand before they turned back to him. "Well, it would have made it a little easier for you to make good bets during the game, but since Ryan's helping you, I should be the one watching out, I think. That's one of the other rules here. Once someone makes a bet, you have to pick something else that might happen and bet on that," Steve said. He was about to say something more, but then one of the Yankee's better hitters came up to bat, and he said, "I bet twenty bucks that he gets a double."
Glaring at Steve, Ryan thought for a moment as the batter entered his box, and smiled. "I match that bet, and I bet that he hits a ball to the outfield...but he gets out before he gets on base," the lion said. Pete hesitated for a second, and then said, "I...I bet that the guy gets to the first...base?" he said, almost in a question tone as he looked to the lion for confirmation.
"That's right. First base," Ryan said with a nod. "Well, let's see who wins this little bet, huh?"
All three of them turned back towards the screen as the bets were placed, each one eager to know who would win the first round. First pitch, first swing, they found out as the ball flew from the pitcher's paw, got smacked by the bat, and got thrown in from the outfield to the first baseman just as the batter reached first base.
Ryan and Steve stared at the screen, and then at Pete. "Wow...lucky first bet..." Steve said as Ryan picked up a writing pad, writing their three names and the amount of forty dollars under Pete's name. Putting it back on the table, he said, "Well, that's just the first bet. With a minimum of one bet per inning, that isn't an indicator of anything yet." The lion turned to Pete with a knowing smile, and the rhino beside the lion gave Pete the same grin.
Suddenly, he wasn't quite so sure this was a good idea anymore.
~~~
By the third inning, Pete was up by two hundred dollars, and the two jocks were just staring at him in stunned awe. Ryan usually was able to predict things, but this time, he'd been just enough off with each guess to lose each of his bets. Steve had been completely wrong with each and every bet he'd placed, and he was starting to get really, really embarrassed.
As the fourth inning came up, the rhino and the lion put their heads together, muttering just quiet enough for Pete to be unable to hear them. That didn't worry the mouse overmuch, however, since he'd been doing pretty well with his bets so far. If he just kept his head, he was pretty sure that he'd come out of the game better off, both with understanding it and in financial means.
"We bet two hundred a piece that the next batter will strike out," Ryan said, snapping Pete out of his thoughts with the sheer number of dollars in that.
"I...I thought that you couldn't both bet on the same thing," he protested, feeling a little worried now.
"Oh, you can bet on the same person, if you're pooling your money to try and break the other person down," Ryan said with a smirk echoed on Steve's face. "Now, will you accept that bet? If you win, you'll be four hundred dollars richer."
His common sense told him to turn down that bet, to just try and get out with what he had. However, the part of his mind that remembered the rules reminded him that he couldn't fail to place a bet. He'd just have to try and find one that was as close as possible so that if they won, he might just win too.
"Um, I bet...I bet that he hits the ball, but someone catches it and he gets out!" Pete said, wincing as the smiles on his friends faces got even bigger. Turning his eyes back to the TV, he watched the batter, and hoped that maybe, just maybe he'd win.
"Strike one," Steve muttered under his breath with a smile as the baseball slid under the player's bat, chuckling as he watched Pete wince.
"Come on, come on, don't make me lose this bet," Pete thought to himself.
"Strike two," Ryan counted as the batter swung and missed on the second pitch. He wasn't watching the screen anymore, his attention riveted on the increasingly nervous mouse sitting on one of the other couches.
"No, no, no, don't strike out, please don't strike ou-"
"Stee-rike three," the two jocks cheered as the last pitch went flying right into the strike zone of the batter. He hadn't even swung at it, and he'd struck out.
It was with a great deal of trepidation that the mouse looked at his friends, smiling nervously. If they held him to this bet, and if he didn't win any more money back, he'd owe the two of them four hundred dollars, put together, and that was if his math wasn't off. "Um, can I try to earn this back, guys? I really don't have that kind of money to pay you right now," Pete asked.
Steve only chuckled, while Ryan grinned his predatory grin. "Oh, you can try to win that back. There are still six innings to go, after all...but then again, you could lose even more. It all depends on the luck you got. Personally, though, I think your luck just...ran...out."
Pete swallowed as the same thought occurred to him. "Um...what can I bet other than money? I don't want to get further in debt with you."
Both of the jocks looked at each other again, and their grins deepened. Turning back to Pete, his mane flicking a bit, Ryan said, "You can bet chores or something, but the only thing that will earn you back money quickly is the betting of, say...blowjobs or something like that. Think you can handle that?"
He stared back at the lion, hardly believing that a blowjob was something that was acceptable betting, particularly between the two jocks. They were the straightest guys he knew, and they had made a point of that to just about everybody that they'd come across. But...the way they said that, he knew that they were serious that this was the only way. And besides, the blowjob was probably some sort of joke. They wouldn't want oral from a guy...he hoped.
"I...I can handle that if you can," Pete said, half under his breath and half in a normal voice.
"Good, then lets get back to the game," Ryan said, sitting down and plopping his feet up as the inning break ended, and a new one started.
"I bet two blowjobs to each of you that the next guy up gets on base!" Pete yelled even before he saw the batter, hoping to get something in quickly to keep the others from grabbing a good one. For his eagerness, he got a couple of stares from the jocks, as well as a laugh from Steve.
"What's so funny?" he asked, worry creeping up on him again. All he got for an answer was a gray finger pointed at the television screen.
Curious as to what the problem could be, Pete turned to the game and winced immediately. It was a short, scrawny, stick of a guy that was up to bat and just looking at him he knew that the bet was as good as lost. As he closed his eyes with a bit of a whimper, Pete heard the announcer slowly call out the three strikes before this athlete was out.
Turning to the jocks that were grinning at him, Pete smiled sickly and asked, "Four blowjobs, right? I owe you, put together, four blowjobs and four hundred dollars?"
"Yep, and probably more in the next couple innings," Steve said with a laugh, his gray skin wrinkling a bit from the laugh.
"Now, now, Steve, Pete had a pretty good run of luck a little while ago. Remember? We both owed him a hundred bucks right there...now, luck turned around. Who says that it won't again?" the lion said, shaking his head a bit. Still, that predatory lion smirk refused to leave his face as he turned back to Pete. "Personally, though, I wouldn't count on it."
"We'll...we'll see," Pete said, turning back to the screen, mentally praying to each and every deity that he'd ever heard of that he'd find some way out of this.
~~~
Over the next five and a half innings, Pete lost more and more of the bets. Though he won a couple of them, the bets were so minor that they might as well have been losses all the same. Each time he bet a blowjob to try and win back some of the money that he'd lost, and when he learned that he could bet a session of anal as well, for earning back two hundred dollars per win, he started using that. Despite all his desperate bets, however, the mouse didn't manage to so much as break even by the bottom of the ninth inning.
He owed both the rhino and the lion six blow jobs, and three sessions of anal sex a piece, as well as three hours of...specialized...attention that they would name at a later date. With so much humiliation hanging over his future, Pete was starting to feel absolutely terrified.
As the bottom half of the last inning rolled in, Ryan and Steve both stared at him. They both had rather leering grins over their faces, and they were chuckling almost incessantly. His gaze was divided between them and the TV screen, looking at it with desperate hope. "Guys, can I make a single bet to cover the next three outs instead of one each out?"
Steve was about to say something before Ryan covered the rhino's mouth, chuckling a little bit. "I think you could do that, but it would have to be a bigger than normal bet. Something on the level of being our sex slave for a week or something," he said with a laugh, his mane shaking as he laughed, the light shining off the golden fur as he did.
"Oh, please, please be joking about this whole thing," Pete thought to himself as he looked at the screen one more time. "I bet that the Yankies lose the game, and the Dodgers win. If I win, everything goes back to even, deal?" he asked, his voice shaking a little bit as he made the offer.
Steve almost rejected the deal, but Ryan held up a paw, smiling softly at the mouse. "Only if you agree to the terms that we just made. Do you make the bet that if you lose, you become our sex slave?" the lion asked, his head tilted to the side.
Pete gave a quick look at the screen, looking at the score. The Yankees were trailing by three points, and there was only one more out by this time. It seemed a safe enough bet. "Yes, I agree to that bet," he muttered under his breath, just as the pitcher threw the ball.
Time seemed to slow for the mouse as he watched the ball on the TV, watching it make its way across the distance between pitcher and batter. The ball seemed to stay still on its course, rather than spin like usual. Even though the crowd on TV was cheering loudly, everything seemed quiet to Pete. He was still hoping that the jocks on the other couch were joking about this whole bet, but if they weren't, this was his last chance to get out of it.
The batter's swing started, the ball still moving at its seemingly slow speed. The batter moved as if through syrup, the time slowing effect showing on everything that was in sight for Pete. Even Ryan and Steve's grinning faces seemed frozen in time.
For a second, it almost seemed as though the ball would slide past and into the catcher's mitt. Almost, it seemed as though the bet was going to be a thing of the past, and he could move on with his life and never even think about this again.
Then time speeded up again, and the bat connected solidly with the baseball, sending it flying deep, deep into center field. The three men on base were already running at the crack of the bat, but they ran even faster as they saw the ball flying yet further, sailing high on the winds in the stadium before finally landing deep in the center field stands. The crowd's cheering was loud, but it was somehow outdone by the cheering of the two athletes on the other couch as the score was finalized. The Yankees had seven points, while the Dodgers had six.
He'd lost the bet.
Getting up with a shaky laugh, he started walking to the kitchen, saying, "I'm glad that's over...Good jokes on the bets, Ryan."
"What joke? That was all real, Pete," Ryan said, jumping over the couch and grabbing the mouse by the tail, jerking him back with a yelp onto the couch. "You lost the bets, and now you're going to do whatever we want for a whole week. Doesn't that sound good, little mouse? Man, you must be the queerest thing under the sun, if you agreed to bet that stuff," he said with a chuckle.
As he let go of the mouse and Steve set his gray skinned arms over their slave to keep him from moving, Ryan started undressing himself. Off went the white t-shirt, revealing the chiseled, bulging muscles underneath that golden chest fur. Down went the slightly ragged jeans, exposing calves and thighs that were just as hard and muscular as the arms and chest, and covered in golden, soft looking fur.
Even from the awkward angle he was in, Pete could still see the bulge that was forming in Ryan's boxers from his spot pinned on the couch. He could also feel Steve's cock pressing against his side, the rhino apparently getting horny pinning him down. It was the touch of Steve's cock against his side that snapped him out of the stupor he'd fallen into, and he started squirming around in the rhino's arms.
"Come on, guys, I'm not gay...let me go, come on, this isn't funny!" he yelled, getting one arm free from Steve's grip and pushing at those heavily muscled arms. Both athletes obviously visited the gym a lot, and despite how much he envied and admired that musculature from afar, he didn't want to see them as close up as he was being threatened with. Pushing harder against Steve, he slipped and found his paw pressed against the jock's crotch. Freezing in place as he realized he was pushing against the rhino's cock and sheath, he looked up to see Steve smiling down at him.
"Look at that, Ryan, he's already randy for it, grabbing my cock like that...Well, you want it, little one, come and take it," the rhino said, leaning up a bit. Holding down the mouse with one paw, he pulled down his own sweats and fished the member Pete had felt just a minute ago out of them. Despite how much he hated his situation, the mouse couldn't help but stare at that monster.
"Yeah, you like my cock, don't you, rodent?" Steve said with a chuckle, stroking his ten inch prick, the head covered with a bit of foreskin that let out a heavy scent of musk each time it was moved. It was already at full hardness, and it was preing slightly, the light drops of lubrication quickly getting bigger and falling Pete's shirt. "Go ahead, play with it. You'll be sucking it soon, so you might as well get acquainted," the rhino added.
The reminder of what he was going to have to do made Pete blush, and he jerked his body away from the rhino a little bit. Held by only one of those muscled arms, he actually made it to the other side of the couch before being grabbed again. Looking up at Steve, he said, "Can...can I please do this at my pace, please? I...I've never done this before." Despite himself, he could feel himself getting hard, his sheath filling slightly. Was he really gay?
"You can go slow or fast, so long as you do it, Pete," Ryan said, having snuck up behind the arm of the couch Pete was leaning against. As the mouse looked over his shoulder at the lion, he saw that Ryan had lost his boxers by now, and his cock was standing tall and proud now as well.
The lion's cock wasn't quite as long as the rhino's, standing an inch shorter with nine inches, but the barbs that were already rising off of the tip were enough to persuade Pete that it was going to be no easier to take. Shivering slightly as the thought of being filled with that thing filled his mind, he pulled himself up. "I probably...probably should strip down, huh?" he asked, looking at the two bigger males.
"Yes, it would make things easier for all of us if you did," Ryan said with a low chuckle, a bit of a purr coming out at the end of it. "Strip down for us, slave. Mmmm, I like saying that already..."
Flinching slightly as he pulled his own shirt off, Pete closed his eyes. Imagining that he was just getting ready for bed, he slowly pulled his shirt off, exposing his lean form. His chest and belly were unmarred by fat, but didn't have any real muscle on them either. Ignoring the sounds of the sniggering athletes, he started on his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and then kicking them away, blushing as he became more aware than ever of the bulge growing in his briefs.
"Oooooh, he likes this alright. A guy's body never lies," he heard Ryan say, and he gasped as he felt a pair of fingers pinch the tip of his sheath. Immediately, his cock started pushing free of its furry covering, and soon, his five inch length was pressing against the fabric of his underwear. "Come on, little mousey," Ryan continued, pulling on the tip of his cock through the briefs. "No dogs around here, don't need to be afraid of showing your boner to your masters..."
Blushing even more through his fur, Pete did as he was told. Pulling down his underwear at a slow, measured pace, he did his best to ignore the whistles and muttered taunts of his masters when his cock was revealed. It was barely half the length of Steve's, and a full four inches shorter than Ryan's. It was truly embarrassing to be like this, stripped of his last dignity in front of these jocks.
Pushed back with a suddenness that forced him to open his eyes, Pete found himself staring right at his masters' cocks. Both the lion and the rhino had him right at their waist level, their shafts pointed directly at his mouth. Looking past the cocks before he could go cross-eyed, Pete asked, "Does that mean...you want me to...suck on them now?"
Ryan rolled his eyes before shoving his cock against Pete's lips, forcing the mouse to either open up or risk getting his lips scraped up by the barbs on the lion's tip. "For a sex slave, you certainly talk a lot when you should be pleasuring your masters," the lion said with a shake of his head. Pete was gasping a little bit around the feline shaft in his mouth, and that was making Ryan groan slightly in pleasure. "Mmmm, that's better, little slave. Show me how much you love my cock..."
Pete barely could breathe around Ryan's cock, it felt so wide and it stretched his lips almost to the point of pain. There was barely enough room between the top of his mouth and his tongue to allow the barbed tip to slide past to the back of his throat, and it wasn't until he started gagging a bit that he realized where the cock was heading. As the head of Ryan's member reached the back of his throat, Pete grunted softly, his throat closing tightly around the feline shaft, much to the jock's amusement and pleasure.
"Oh, God, he's got a good mouth..." the lion muttered with a grin and a moan. Smiling at the rhino, he waved the larger athlete over to the mouse's backside. "He's got another hole there, Steve. Why don't you get using it?"
The rhino grinned at the thought, and was quick to pull the mouse forward on the couch. Ryan adjusted himself so that he was sitting on the arm of the couch as Steve put the mouse on all fours, lifting that thin tail and revealing the nerd's tailhole. Laughing slightly to himself as he saw the tight pink pucker, he said, "Looks like this boy's never had anything up there, not even a finger. Bet ya thirty bucks on it."
"Ha, no way I'm taking...mmm...no way I'm taking that bet, Steve," Ryan said with a chuckle as the tip of his member actually pushed past the gagging reflex of his new little sex slave. Stroking the mouse's trembling fur, he said, "Anyone this awkward never has any chance to try anything like that. They don't dare, because they know it would trash what little reputation that they manage to hold on to."
Pete barely could understand a word that his two masters were saying, completely absorbed with trying to breath around the shaft filling his mouth and the start of his throat. He barely felt the rhino's touch around his backside, and went through the position changing as fast as he could. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the lion's cock. Afraid that pulling away would lead to being hurt, he just stayed right where he was. At least he could breathe through his nose in this position, even if it brought a heavy smell of musk to his nostrils.
As he felt Ryan's paw come down on the back of his head, though, he whined a little. He'd read enough porn stories to know what was coming next, and as his head was pushed down over the feline cock, his whines only got louder. The spines on the head of Ryan's member were scratching his throat a little bit, not really enough to hurt, but they were rather uncomfortable.
That discomfort was completely overwhelmed by a large flash of pain as something got shoved up his tailhole. Actually biting down in pain, he heard Ryan yelp out in pain. Looking up at his master, he cringed at the angry look directed at him and released his bite. Just as he did, the paw on the back of his head released him, and he managed to pull off of the lion's dick.
Coughing as he finally could breath without difficulty, he looked over his shoulder to see what the hell had just been shoved into him, and got the surprise of his life. Steve had at least four inches of his cock buried up his rear, and before he could say anything in protest, the rhino grabbed his waist hard and levered another couple inches into him.
"AAAAAAAGH! Please, please take it out...please, its hurts, take it out, please, no more..." Pete yelled and pleaded, trying to pull himself out of the grip of the rhino and only receiving a spank across his backside as a result. Crying, tears sliding from his eyes, he slid down against the couch, feeling completely taken and beaten.
Just as he was about to completely give in, though, and close his eyes to try and ride this out with as little participation as possible, Ryan surprised him yet again. Getting up off of his arm of the couch, the lion actually shoved Steve out of the mouse's rear, and pinned the larger male to his side of the couch. "Not like that, you idiot! We got him for a week as a slave, remember? We can let him get used to this and let him enjoy it too," the lion said.
Shoving the rhino against the couch again and then turning back to Pete, Ryan said, "I'm sorry about the way that he just took you like that, little slave. He should have used lube and stretched you out with his fingers first, but apparently he decided he wanted to relieve his own virginity first."
Pete's eyes went wide in surprise from that revelation. Not just from the idea that the athlete was a virgin, which was enough of a surprise to merit that in and of itself, but from the apology. Even though he barely considered this situation to be real and not a nightmare, masters didn't apologize to their slaves, ever. They just did what they wanted and to hell with the consequences. So why was Ryan-
"Just because you are a slave doesn't mean that a master can't care, Pete," Ryan said, shaking his head a bit at Steve as he started pulling himself up again. The rhino was blushing a bit from what Ryan had revealed, and got up off of the couch and crouched by the mouse. "He's right, slave. I did jump the gun quite a bit there, and you have my apology too," the rhino said with a small smile.
More confused than ever, Pete looked between his two masters, and said, "But...but I always thought that a slave just did whatever a master asked of him, no matter what it was or how bad it was for them. Why...why do you need to apologize?"
"Because a master also has a responsibility to the slave, in my opinion," Ryan said, shaking his head a little bit. "How do I explain this...just because you are a slave doesn't mean that your master should be evil. If a person takes on a master, or if a master takes on a slave, it is the master's responsibility to keep their slave safe, and to make sure that they don't take on more than they are ready for. Otherwise, it isn't right."
Pete listened carefully to the lion's reasoning, and he had to admit that it was pretty sound. In all the stories that he'd read about these situations, he might have gotten a little aroused by the way that the slaves were treated by the very harsh masters, but he never quite managed to enjoy them as much as when the stories were quite a bit more tender. When the master cared more about the slave, it seemed more like something that he would enjoy. Sometimes, he would lay in bed fantasizing about it, to have a master, a strong male, that would take care of him, that would feed him and protect him from anything, and in return, he would pleasure his master as best he could, pleasure his master until that wonderful male fell to the bed exhausted, drained of his energy and seed.
As the fantasy roared its way through his mind again, Pete couldn't help but wonder if maybe he could live it, here and now. When Ryan pushed Steve away from him, and kept him from being hurt further, he showed himself to be a caring male, and a caring master. That, combined with the crush that Pete kept hidden from the entire school for Ryan, convinced the mouse that this was worth trying.
Getting to his feet, he said, "Thank you for explaining that to me, Ryan. I...I hope to prove to be a slave that can handle whatever you ask me to do."
"I was hoping that you would see it that way, Pete," Ryan said with a chuckle, sitting back down on the couch and patting his groin. "Now, why don't you show me what you can do to a cock when you're actually trying to pleasure it, rather than being taken by my cock up your mouth?"
Ignoring Steve and his attempts to try and pull his butt over to the rhino's lap, Pete just kneeled in front of his lion master and grasped the feline's cock in his paws. Still hard and dripping pre from the few seconds that it had been in his mouth, Ryan's cock almost seemed to wink at him, as if recognizing a pleasure source, and Pete couldn't help but wink at it in return. Giggling a little bit, he leaned forward and kissed the tip, enjoying the moans of pleasure from the lion above.
"Mmmmm, I knew you had cocksucking talent, Pete...I just knew it when I saw you in gym, gaping at the guys in the showers," Ryan muttered, as the mouse sucked more and more of the barbed member into his mouth. Stopping just as barbs were about to reach his throat, Pete gently began bobbing up and down. Being his first time doing this, the lion's penis slid back a little too far a couple of times, and he couldn't stop the gagging that resulted from that.
The gagging only seemed to excite the feeling further, though, and within seconds, pre was not just leaking out of Ryan's cock, but actually shooting out in little jets. With his paws on the lion's balls, the mouse felt each and every pulse of excitement before the taste of pre hit his tongue, though he moaned loudly at each and every taste. Before he could adjust further to the pressure of the cock in his mouth, though, sudden pressure of a furry paw on the back of his head shoved him further down on the cock.
Grunting and gagging softly around the cock only seemed to make Ryan moan louder, so Pete started moaning and pushing himself harder and harder. His thin throat clenched down on the invading cock like a glove, and even with the shots of pre hitting his throat, the barbs scraped the inside of his throat almost painfully. Still, the scratching almost felt good to his throat, and he kept moving up and down, up and down.
He slowly got faster and faster as his saliva and Ryan's pre lubricated his mouth and throat, and after six minutes passed, the barbs didn't even scratch him anymore. Moaning in his own arousal as he kept bobbing up and down on the lion's dick, he barely noticed Steve get back into the action.
Abruptly, his hips were lifted back up and dragged over to the rhino's lap, and though he couldn't see a thing without pulling off of Ryan's cock, which he didn't want to do, he knew what Steve was doing. Whimpering softly for a moment, he relaxed his rear just in time for the rhino's massive meat to slide in.
"Ah, yeah...Just as tight as I'd hoped," Steve grunted as he made short, hard humps forward, gradually hilting his ten inches in that formerly virgin hole. Pre only went so far as a lube, but having already been stretched a little bit by a few fingers earlier that day, Pete could take it without too much pain, and with a little bit of pleasure.
Moaning softly around the barbed cock in his mouth, he listened to the moans of the two jocks over his back. Ryan just couldn't hold himself back anymore, apparently, because rather than let him keep sucking and bobbing, the lion's hips thrust his cock faster and faster into Pete's mouth. Steve wasn't much more patient, and soon matched the lion thrust for thrust.
Grabbed from both sides and pummeled by the strong males that he'd given himself to as a slave, Pete moaned out in rapture. In heaven, he just went limp and allowed the males to use him as they wished. Jerked from side to side as each muscled athlete pulled him from one crotch to another, Pete's member smacked between his legs and against his stomach. It leaked enough pre to make a small puddle in the couch, and it begged for attention, for relief.
But he couldn't touch it...he couldn't relieve himself...not until his masters came. As slave, he didn't even know if he had the right to cum.
Grunting and gagging slightly when the males pushed a little too hard or a little too fast, Pete rode out the increasing waves of pleasure. With each thrust into his holes, his cock pulsed with near-climactic urges, but his body just couldn't release, just couldn't let go...
Until the rhino and the lion both blew their loads in each orifice of his, and he yelled out in pleasure around Ryan's member. As his throat filled with sticky lion seed, his prostate was bombarded with rhino cum. Each shot from his masters filled him more than he ever imagined, and it triggered his own climax. Shooting his own mousey semen down against the couch, he felt his muscles tighten hard around the respective members of his masters, felt the tightness of his throat and mouth milk those shafts of all the cum they had.
Slowly, the bigger males pulled out of the mouse's rear, and shot the last bit of their loads over his fur before letting him fall to the couch. Looking up at his masters, he watched them grin down at him, and then giggled a little bit. "Is that...what being a slave...is going to...be like?" he asked, holding his head up barely.
"Mmmm, that is just the appetizer, Pete...or rather, slave," Ryan said, crossing his arms as his cock retreated back into his sheath. "Keep in mind, you're going to be our slave for a good long time...and that's if you don't make any more stupid bets."
"He he...I think I'll like it, then...Master," Pete managed to say as he slowly fell into slumber, snoozing softly on the couch. Falling into dreams of hot, wild sex, his body started recharging...for next time.