Rentboi Rat 


The slender young Rat didn't seem to notice right away as Venton walked up; he was far too preoccupied with trying to get what little use out of his lighter. He kept shaking and flicking it again and again, but only a few measly sparks met the tip of the Rat's joint. However, the thin joint didn't light, leaving Sabastien feeling frustrated and nervous.


Still unaware of Venton's presence and probably assuming the middle-aged client would be arriving later, Sabastien began to sob softly, tears running down his furry cheeks and falling onto his dirty Megadeth T-shirt. Finally, the thin gray Rat noticed the tall, slender, middle-aged feline, albeit a bit too late to spare himself the embarrassment.


"Fuck… Gimme a sec." 


Sabastien wiped his tears away with the back of his little pink paw as best he could before approaching the silently watching feline. A feline? Why did it have to be a feline!


Sabastien hated the way those barbed feline cocks felt in his ass, and sometimes those males had been mean to him in the past.


With his spent lighter now tucked away in his pocket along with the bag of rolled joints, Sabastien put on his game face as he approached the client. He looked up at Venton with a weak smile on his pointed muzzle. "So, you're the guy from online? We can go to your place and stuff for the sex part… You can pay me the other fifty afterwards."


"Okay," Venton agreed softly. This wasn't the first time he’d hired a rentboi; however, those others hadn't affected the feline like this. "Let's go to my place then."


Sabastien sat silently on the passenger seat, almost pressed up against the door like he was thinking of bolting at any second. The more Venton studied him, the more he felt for this unfortunate rodent. 


This was turning into something more than just a quick sexual encounter.


At least that was what Venton was feeling as he pulled into the driveway and stopped in front of his house. They both climbed out of the car slowly, Sabastien standing there looking around, slow and nervous.


Sabastien stepped closer to the bigger fur, somehow looking even more vulnerable now. He was visibly uneasy as Venton drew nearer to him, probably due to past experiences with clients, the large feline thought to himself.


The slender Rat hated being touched, but he needed the money that these males gave him. A wave of heart-wrenching sadness washed over him as he thought of the constant degradation he had to endure to survive.


Venton opened the door for him, gesturing for the young Rat to go ahead.


"Fifty bucks… once we're done. I just need it to survive, you know." Sabastien seemed almost anxious now, as if the money itself would somehow keep him from starving. It was obviously a desperate act on the little rodent's part, but in doing so he made himself seem even smaller and weaker than he really was.


"Yes, I remember," Venton assured as the feline followed Sabastien, unsure of what awaited them. Regardless, the older feline had already made up his mind about what he would do with this fragile Rat lad. "Why don't you take a hot shower… I'll order us a pizza."


Sabastien looked surprised by the Cat's offer. It was plain he was not very accustomed to such kindness and didn't know how to react. His eyes filled with confusion, thinking the Cat might be mocking him for being dirty, but he desperately needed the shower.


It had been way too long since he'd had a proper wash. He hesitated for a moment before finally taking Venton up on the offer, nodding shyly.


"Um… Yeah, sure." The little rodent quickly took the towel Venton provided for him and went to the bathroom. As Venton turned the shower on, Sabastien listened to the water run and started to undress, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of the orange-striped feline. 


The young Rat was unable to hide his bruises and dirtiness, which seemed to make him more disgraced and submissive in Venton's eyes.


Sabastien spotted the dildo suction cupped to the wall in the shower, but ignored it as he washed himself for about twenty minutes before he deemed his body fully clean.


Meanwhile, Venton ordered the pizza, carefully observing the rentboi's vulnerable appearance in the bathroom as the water washed away the layers of grime on his body.


The pizza was delivered while Sabastien was in the shower, so when he came out wrapped in a towel, he sniffed the air. "I didn't know what you like, so I ordered half plain pepperoni and half ham and mushroom. What would you like to drink?"


As the Rat emerged from the bathroom, still wrapped in a fresh towel, his head fur slicked back. While his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked forward to the food, he also seemed anxious about what might happen after they eat. 


Sabastien took a deep breath and replied to the Cat's question, even as his long pointed nose twitched from the smell of the pizza.


"Oh… Um. Sprite is fine with me," he announced, then looked worried as if he’d overstepped in some vague manner. "That is alright?" He sounded slightly hopeful, though his voice betrayed his anxiety and skepticism about this small act of kindness.


"Sprite it is, and Dr. Pepper for me," Venton answered happily while pointing to an empty plate, as he put a slice of pizza on that plate.


"I like to eat in front of the TV," Venton explained as he took his plate of pizza and bottle of soda over to the small coffee table in front of the sofa.


Sabastien sat down nervously on the couch and slowly unwrapped his towel, revealing a slim, weak-looking body covered in shaggy fur with dark bruises visible on his pink exposed skin. 


The little rodent started to feel a bit more relaxed seeing the TV on and hearing the faint noise from the cooking channel. He reached for his soda and took a small sip before asking softly, "Is it okay if we eat in silence…" 


He looked down, clearly uncomfortable with any potential conversation with the older fur who had bought his services for the night.


"If that's what you want… I'm easy," Venton grunted around a mouthful of pizza, his eyes studying the meek and abused-looking rodent.


Those few words eased the knot in Sabastien's chest, and he suddenly felt a little less dismissive. The little Rat picked up a slice of pizza and took a large bite out of it, chewing slowly while he watched the cooking show on TV.


The combination of food and the temporary tranquility brought some comfort, and in that moment, Sabastien felt a long-forgotten sense of contentment. It wouldn't last, but for now, the little rodent relished in the small joy. They sat there eating together in silence, sharing a moment of civility that Sabastien has not experienced in a long time.


Finding solace in the silence, the abused Rat was able to finish his meal and enjoy that moment of togetherness. The combination of the TV noise and the food helped to calm his nerves further, at least for the time being.


Sabastien finished his soda and even managed a small smile when Venton offered him another one, which he took with a silent nod of gratitude. Sabastien then lay down on the couch, hoping for a brief respite from his troubled thoughts.


Venton finished his own meal and sighed in pleasure as he looked over at the naked Rat laying there snoozing on his sofa. Sabastien was already dozing off, and only vaguely heard the Cat sigh, causing a small corner of his mind to wonder about Venton's thoughts or desires.


But, as had become the Rat's norm, he shoved those thoughts aside, avoiding any potential awkwardness later. Sabastien felt thankfulness toward Venton for these brief moments of peace. 


The world might be cruel, but for now, at least, they were sharing a quiet understanding. Sabastien drifted off to sleep, hoping that their arrangement would hold through the night.


Watching him sleep, Venton felt an odd closeness to the young rentboi rodent and gently stroked his damp fur.


Sabastien's eyes fluttered open at the touch, startling him for a moment before he recognized the paw as Venton's. He tensed up, unsure of what this new development might mean. 


The Cat's gentle strokes seemed comforting, not threatening, and with a small, unspoken consent, Sabastien allowed himself to rest again, his earlier worries fading away, even if only temporarily.


The middle-aged feline just sat there watching TV, feeling oddly worried about this poor lad. This wasn't at all the evening Venton had in mind. He’d been expecting another rough, hard sexual encounter where he felt nothing but submissive desire. Instead, this Rat was filling him with so many conflicting emotions – sympathy, pity, concern, but also a desire to take care of the obviously abused rodent.


Sabastien was still half-asleep yet took note of Venton's troubled demeanor, noticing the worry that suddenly filled the Cat's gaze. In his vulnerable state, he felt a strange compassion for Venton, a fellow traveler on this unforgiving road of life.


Sabastien flicked his whiskers, showing subtle understanding, offering unspoken reassurance. It was a small gesture, but in their shared desperate reality, it was a connection. And for now, that's all they could hope for as they relaxed on that sofa.


Venton broke his silence at last, still gently stroking that drying fur. "Are you… always this tired, Sabastien?" As the older feline trained his eyes on the TV to ensure that the lad wouldn't feel pressured to answer him.


Sabastien glanced briefly at the older male before returning his gaze to the ceiling. His voice was barely audible, wrapped in bittersweet honesty. "Yeah, I've gotten used to it. Constant stress and lack of proper food do that to you. I'm just trying to survive, you know?"


He sighed, a weighty burden settling back onto his frail shoulders as he considered his life on the streets. "Don't worry about me, though. I'll be fine."


"You will always have a meal here if you need it… or a bed if you don't have one… Can I ask about those bruises?" Venton found himself asking, as he discovered a desire to connect with the rodent prostitute on a deeper level.


Feeling a twinge of vulnerability at the genuine concern in Venton's voice, Sabastien tensed up but then released a quiet groan. "They're just… a few days old. I'm used to it, so you don't have to worry about me."


His words might suggest strength, but his weary eyes betrayed the pain that he still endured. He looked away, embarrassed and unsure how to proceed with his story. "I… I sold some bad meat, and I got into a bit of trouble with my… client. It happens sometimes, that's all."


"Bad meat?" Venton asked, looking confused as he listened to the Rat's explanation.


The Cat wasn’t inactive though. He asked for them to move down the hall, the two going into Venton's bedroom while Sabastien was still chatting. The Cat stripped off his clothing in front of the already naked Rat, the feline not thinking twice about bare himself.


Sabastien winced at a memory, a part of him not wanting to talk about it further while the more submissive side of him gave in to the feline's question. "Yeah. Well… there was this butcher I used to do things for… he paid me in meat. Turns out the meat was fine at first, but then it started making me sick, so I sold it to some other guys. They didn't like it so much, they came wanting their money back, but I had spent it so they… caused these bruises."


“It's just… it's just another thing that keeps happening to me." He looked down, his small pink paws fumbling with the now clean and soft fur on the back of his head. The vulnerability in his voice lessened as he tried to push his pain away with a facade of indifference.


"Enough about me. What do you want to do?"


"I want to suck a dick… and then if you feel up to it later, maybe you could fuck me in the tail-hole," Venton explained, sounding hopeful as Sabastien looked at him with a confused smirk.


Sabastien's eyes widened for a moment, his expression a mix of surprise and apprehension. The Rat took a deep breath, trying to push aside his reservations. "Alright… but I warn you, I'm not very skilled. This… this isn't an experience I have very often,” he stated.


“Normally, guys want to use my mouth or tail-hole, so." His voice trailed off as his gaze went from looking at the feline and onto one of the walls, uncomfortable with his own inexperience and uncertain if Venton would find him lacking sexually.


"You're pretty focused on the more… passive end of things, aren't you?" the young rodent asked, attempting to make conversation as a way of distracting himself from his own anxiety.


"I'm a natural submissive… Honestly, my dick doesn't really get hard anymore, so I hire guys who can fuck me," the orange-striped feline admitted, something he wouldn't have normally done. But they seemed to be sharing a moment, so they opened up about themselves.


Sabastien swallowed hard, his eyes flicking back to the older feline as Venton spoke honestly. "I'm… sorry to hear that. I don't want to make it worse for you… I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything. Just… just let me know if it hurts or if I'm doing something wrong, okay?" the young rodent stammered, taking another deep breath, trying to steady himself while fondling his slowly growing erection.


It wasn't particularly impressive, but it was all the nervous Rat had to offer. "Here we go. Just… try to relax, okay?" Sabastien said softly to himself, reaching out to stroke Venton's furry cheek gently in an attempt to make him and himself feel more at ease.


"You just lay back and let me suck on you. Remember that tonight you are the one in control, okay," the older feline purred as he moved over between the young rodent's legs. He licked his furry lips as he looked down at that stiff pink rodent cock. Slowly, Venton bent down to nuzzle those freshly washed genitals.


Sabastien hesitated for a moment before nodding, taking a shaky breath as he slowly laid himself back onto the bed. He closed his eyes tightly, tension knotting his shoulders as the Cat's warm mouth engulfed his pulsing erection.


It was strange to be the one being pleasured by a client, but also oddly comforting. Sabastien tried to relax, reminding himself that, for now, this was his role. So, he simply lied there, waiting for the sensations of pleasure to wash over him, unsure of what to expect next.


Sabastien rolled over onto his back, eyes still closed as the big predator continued to suckle on him. The young Rat’s paws drummed softly on the mattress beneath him, legs slightly trembling as that hot mouth slid all the way down his length to kiss his sheath. "Ahaha," he let out a row of small moans, his pointed muzzle twisting up into a look of startled delight.


Venton licked all around that velvet purple cock head, then slipped his tongue tip under Sabastien's overhanging foreskin before taking the full head into his mouth, suckling on it gently as his tongue slid and curled around that throbbing shaft. 


The feline's silky lips slid slowly downwards until the whole length was inside the Cat’s mouth, Venton’s rough tongue flicking out to lap at the Rat’s furry balls.


"Mmm," the orange-striped feline moaned as his suckling mouth started sliding up and down, suckling slowly yet gently, letting the pleasure build. He made that throbbing rodent organ quiver with delight, Sabastien bucking and thrusting up unconsciously as the pleasure builds.


"Oho ohoooo." The Rat’s breath hitched, fingers gripping the sheets tighter as Venton's mouth worked its magic on his hard-on. He couldn't help but moan softly, his voice cracking from the sensations coursing through him.


He was more used to his own paw than feeling a hot mouth, and the last time he'd been sucked was when three older males had gangbanged him. It’d been so long since anyone touched him tenderly like this, and his reluctance was swallowed up by the pleasure.


As Venton's mouth continued its slow rhythm, Sabastien's mind wandered to past experiences. He thought about how different this was from the shitty fucks he'd endured in the past. How nice it felt to not be used or abused, but actually pleasured by another fur.


Part of him wanted it to last forever, but Sabastien knew that this night would inevitably end, like everything else good in his life did. But for now, he’d let himself enjoy it; after all, the world owed him nothing, and moments like this were rare.


"Mmm, yeah." With a shaky exhale, Sabastien's body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he edged closer to climax. He was too self-conscious to tell Venton, fearing rejection or mockery, so he remained silent about his nearing orgasmic release.


The sleek feline gently ran his soft paws up and down Sabastien's furry inner thighs, his soft touch silky and careful so as not to cause discomfort. 


His mouth worked on the rodent's throbbing organ, feeling it straining and tensing to hold back. As Sabastien moaned and gripped the sheets with his pink paws, Venton could already taste the lad's pre-cum in his mouth.


Carefully, he suckled and pumped his lips up the hard organ, eyes slowly drifting up as he watched Sabastien's muzzle scrunch up as the lad struggled to hold back. 


"I'm a swallower… Feel free to cum in my mouth."


"Uhu uhuhu, okay!" Sabastien moaned as he felt his hips bucking involuntarily while the Cat's mouth worked on him, his eager young cock twitching wildly.


The idea of cumming in someone else's mouth was uncomfortable, but so was any form of intimacy for Sabastien. In a way, the Cat was just another one of his clients. His eyes closed tightly, and he squeezed the mattress harder as he fought back the oncoming orgasm.


"Just… don't accidentally bite me… Please." He trailed off before he could finish, his voice cracking as those firm young nuts drew up within their sack. "Ahah… Ahahah!"


The Cat gently fondled those balls as Sabastien's hard cock exploded inside of his mouth, even as the lad's body bucked and thrust so hard his hard-on was shoved down Venton's throat.


Sabastien cried out in surprise and embarrassment as his orgasm hit him violently. His thin hips bucked uncontrollably, and his body spasmed while his thick cum filled the Cat's mouth. He knew he didn't have much, but it felt like a lot as the feline swallowed eagerly.


Sabastien rested his head back onto the pillow and gasped for breath, feeling unbearably good in that blissful afterglow. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible as he already wondered when he could leave and go back to the life that had become all too familiar.


Venton gulped, and then gulped twice more as he savored the thick and chunky Rat cum before swallowing it down. "Thank you, sweetie… That was a lot of fun. I almost got hard doing it," the grinning feline confessed as he moved up to lay beside Sabastien on the bed, panting for breath with a happy grin on his fuzzy muzzle.


"Let's rest for a bit, and then you can fuck me if you feel like it… Ok?"


Although it had felt good, Sabastien's heart sank at the thought of having to do something more after this. He contemplated turning down the offer, but knowing it would likely result in less money, he reluctantly agreed.


"Alright," he whispered, pulling himself up onto his elbows and staring down at his now limp genitals. He looked away quickly, not wanting to see Venton's reaction when he took him.


He dropped back down onto the bed as the Cat moved towards him, momentarily grateful that Venton had taken the initiative. Sabastien was a mess of nerves as an older predator began to guide him in preparing for sex.


The Cat fondled and stroked Sabastien's cock, slowly getting him hard again. Every touch sent jolts of nervous anxiety through him, but he held his tongue, not wanting to upset his customer and risk his payment being reduced.


After getting his tail-hole lubed up, Venton lay muzzle down on the bed and spread his long feline legs in invitation. "Just push on the hole. I've had lots of toys in there, so you shouldn't have any trouble getting inside. Do you think you could pull my hair and talk dirty to me? You don't have to if it bothers you."


The young Rat was slightly amused by that, because that was something predators often did to him without asking for permission.


Sabastien hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to handle the older male feline's request. He had never really been into dirty talk or rough play, but he didn't want to disappoint Venton, especially if it meant his payment wouldn't be reduced. "If… if that's what you would like."


With a deep breath, the nervous young rodent gripped a pawful of the Cat's hair and began to push his hard-on inside Venton. It took a few attempts and some added lube before he managed to slide in, a mixture of pleasure and disgust washing over him.


Once fully inside, he started to speak in a low, raspy voice. "Yeah, you like this, don't you? You like feeling me inside you. Bet you wish you could keep me forever." His voice wavered, unable to fully commit to the act, but he pushed on regardless, his mind filled with things others had said to him over the years.


"Yes… I love the feeling of your hard cock inside of me," the striped feline moaned, his tight hole clenching and squeezing on that hard cock as Sabastien pumped in and out in a jerky but steady rhythm.


"Uhu Uhu Uhu fuck yeah! If you keep fucking me like this… I’d be glad to have you in my bed every night!" he confessed in a breathless moan, his eager asshole making the Rat's hard cock tremble in delight.


Sabastien's heart pounded in his chest as he continued to thrust into the predator, his mind torn between the pleasure he was feeling and the surrealness of the situation. Despite his initial discomfort, he was beginning to enjoy the forbidden thrill of being inside another male's body. "Mmm… You dirty little slut! You'd take me every night, huh? I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" His voice was low and rough, the tension in the air palpable.


"Mmm, you… fuckin'… slut!" With each thrust, Sabastien's memory of his past traumas seemed to fade, replaced by the present pleasure and the sensation of power he felt in this moment.


He gripped Venton's hair tighter, just enough to cause a rough pull, his mind lost in this new world of pleasure and domination.


"YES… Oh yes," the orange-striped tabby moaned as his head was pulled back harder by the hair, with Sabastien getting into his role as the dominant top.


"That's right, stud… I would love taking a pounding from you like this every night for the rest of my life! Pound me… ride me… use me for YOUR pleasure! I am your slutty sissy boi."


Sabastien couldn't believe how turned on he was becoming, his body responding to the Cat's moaning words and eager submission. He gripped Venton's hair tighter, pulling his head back further as he slammed into him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 


"You like that, huh? You like being my little sissy fucktoy? My bottom pred bitch?" His voice was gravelly with lust, his rough words causing a shiver to run down the feline's spine.


As Sabastien continued to thrust, his mind raced with new fantasies; he imagined himself as a powerful dom, taking what he wanted while the predator begged for more. It was a strange and intoxicating feeling, but the Rat couldn't deny that he was enjoying it a lot. 


He picked up his pace, his body moving in a frenzy as he neared his climax, his visions of domination pushing him over the edge. "You are my slutty fuck hole now, like it or not," the young rodent squeaked loudly, his cock throbbing as he reached his peak, hammering balls deep into the Cats ass.


"Yes… Yes, Yes, YES!" Venton moaned, his hot asshole squeezing and milking that hard Rat cock, savaging him in the most delightful ways, beating and sliding over his prostate gland powerfully. 


"I'm yer sissy fuck toy! Yer bottom bitch!" He lifted his round bubble butt up to receive that savage fucking, even as a delightful sensation swept through him. His limp dick twitched as it drooled and dribbled out a powerful orgasm, even as Sabastien hammered away at his quivering sissy gland masterfully!


The small Rat couldn't help but smile, feeling an unexpected sense of pride as he looked down at the Cat's flushed and sweaty muzzle.


This wasn't what he’d expected from the situation, but it was undeniably satisfying. He slowly pulled out of Venton's quivering hole, his cock twitching as it released the last of his climax.


"Good boy," Sabastien murmured, running his fingers through Venton's silky fur as he tried to catch his breath. "You definitely know how to please me." 


This was the first time in his life that he’d found himself in this position. 


He lay there on top of the older predator, feeling strangely happy. He stared down into the feline's eyes, experiencing a strange mix of emotions: satisfaction, dominance, and even a small spark of companionship.


"Maybe there's more to life than just pain and misery after all," he whispered, surprised by his own thoughts considering how hard his life had been.


Just then, his stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him of his innate need for food. Jumping up, Venton ran back into the kitchen, getting Sabastien another slice of pizza and a can of Sprite.


"Let me know if there is anything else you want… and I hope you will stay the night at least. You can have my bed if you like…" It was plain that the submissive gay male was hoping that Sabastien would live with him and be his strong top stud.


Sabastien frowned as he looked over at the Cat, the warm feeling from the earlier encounter fading away. The realization of his situation sank in; he was still a homeless, abused Rat boy, and although the Cat wasn't being abusive, Sabastien couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, the thought of staying anywhere for more than a few hours off putting.


"As much as I appreciate the offer," Sabastien replied, looking sad, his voice tight because he knew the feline didn't really mean it.


"I can't stay here. I… I have to keep looking for work and food." He avoided eye contact, fidgeting with his worn-out clothing as he spoke. "But thank you… I mean, really, thank you."


Sabastien took a bite of pizza, suddenly feeling very guarded and suspicious. He had been hurt too many times to trust so easily, even if Venton didn't seem to be purely malicious.


"Ok, I get that… but can we at least make this a regular thing… once a week i-if that's alright with you," the soft feline begged, plainly wanting more of what the Rat had given him.


Sabastien looked up at Venton, a small frown creasing his brow. He couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of becoming someone's 'regular thing,' but at the same time, he was growing more desperate by the day. His old stomping grounds were no longer safe, and he had no other means of survival.


"I… I don't know," Sabastien replied cautiously, his pointed nose twitching as his long, naked tail curled around him. "I'll think about it, but I need to make sure that I can trust you."


As he spoke, Sabastien hoped Venton could understand the gravity of what he was asking. Trust was precious, and the young rodent had paid a high price for placing his trust in the wrong people. Even if it wasn't entirely safe, the thought of having a somewhat stable connection was surprisingly tempting.


Sabastien glanced nervously, as if worried someone might overhear their conversation. "And I… I gotta be honest with you, Venton. This isn't just about the money. I… I need someone to take care of me a little, you know?" The young rodent sounded almost embarrassed as he spoke, as if he felt like he was imposing.


But the truth was, he was terrified at the thought of being on his own. Abandoned by his family and left to fend for himself, he craved the smallest signs of kindness and affection.


Venton's eyes softened slightly at Sabastien's confession. The abused young stud had already touched his heart. He could understand what Sabastien was going through, having experienced his own share of loneliness and insecurity. "It's alright, sweetie," the middle-aged feline answered gently.


"We can work something out. I'll take care of you. Just… just trust me, okay?"


Sabastien's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he eventually nodded. It was a small step, but in that moment, it felt like hope wasn't entirely lost.


"Just let me know what you want… what you need… okay?"


"I-I just really need the fifty dollars, Venton. I mean, I can… do what you want… whatev—" The nervous Rat swallowed hard, wincing slightly at the taste of his own words. "Just… just do what you want with me, I guess. I don't really care."


The older tabby took out two fifties from his wallet and laid them down in front of Sabastien. "Here, one for the blowjob I gave you… and one for the rump pounding you gave me. But please live here with me and we can be lovers."


The rodent's eyes widened as he received the bills, his mind trying to process the situation. "W-what?" he stuttered, looking at the orange Cat for any hint of a smile or a laugh, expecting this to somehow be a joke.


"Y-you can't be serious. I-I'm not… I mean, we can't. You don't even know me," Sabastien stammered, taking a step back, the money suddenly feeling heavy in his small paw.


"Besides, I-I can't just stay with someone like that. I… I need to survive," his voice grew wavering and breathless, the stress of the moment intense.


"You can survive here with me… You can be my stud and I'll be your sissy butt boi," the tabby offered in a soft whisper, his paw lingering very softly on the rodent's shoulder.


Sabastien's body tensed up at the possessive tone in the predator's voice, his paws clenching the bills tightly as if they were an anchor keeping him grounded. The young Rat insisted, his voice trembling in fear and need at the same time.


"You don't understand. I can't live with anyone, let alone… let alone be someone's… their…" He shuddered, unable to say the word. His eyes were filled with anguish, hoping Venton would see that he was lying.


"The money is yours, and you are free to come and go as you like… I just want you to share my life." Sabastien swallowed hard at his answer, fear in his eyes diminishing slightly as Venton explained softly. He knew what the large gay feline wanted, and it was far from the simple transaction he had originally bargained for. "What do you mean by sharing your life?" he asked in a hushed tone, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked into Venton's eyes.


The tall feline smiled softly, his eyes shining with excited anticipation at the thought of having a full-time lover. "It's simple," he explained. "You'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. All I ask is that you keep letting me pleasure you… just like I have tonight. And in return, you can live here, have food, and safety… everything you have been missing. We’ll be partners, Sabastien, you the stud top and me your sissy pussyboi."


Sabastien felt a knot forming in his chest, his heart racing at the thought of such a commitment. Yet, the prospect of security and stability was equally enticing after enduring a life filled with uncertainty and pain. "Okay. I'll do it. Just… just tell me what you want me to do."


"Let's just cuddle… for a while," Venton suggested as the two of them sat back down on the sofa. The young Rat looked at the Cat, his eyes showing a glimmer of confusion mixed with hope. He had never experienced tenderness and affection like this before.


Pushing aside his fears, he crawled up next to Venton, molding himself to the older feline's side, and lay his head on that furry chest. He closed his eyes, feeling a strange warmth spread through him as they just snuggled together.


"Thanks," he murmured softly against Venton's furry skin, as the striped feline wrapped his arm around him, squeezing gently.


"You're welcome, sweetie." Reaching over, the Cat picked up the television remote and then flicked it on as they cuddled on the sofa.


Sabastien's heart fluttered a bit, feeling emotional and vulnerable in this unexpected moment. He didn't know what the future held for him, but in that moment, he savored the feeling of safety and comfort he found in Venton's arms.


"Can I ask you something?" he hesitated before speaking, unsure if it was too personal. But then he decided to take the risk, hoping it might bring them closer. "What do you like about… this?" he gestured vaguely to their current situation, his nose turning slightly pinker.


"I like having you as my lover… someone to be with both sexually but also just like this… talking, snuggling, being here for each other," Venton confessed with a soft purr, looking down at his timid little lover, enjoying how much better the rodent already looked than when Venton had first met him.


Sabastien nodded, feeling a small smile spread across his pointed muzzle. "I didn't know. I mean, I never had this with anyone before… It's confusing sometimes, but it makes me want to be better… for you," he admitted quietly, his voice barely a whisper as he lay there breathing slowly and deeply.


He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the feeling of normalcy in such a rather abnormal situation. "Can I… ask you something else?" the young Rat asked, slowly sitting up, his gaze focused on Venton's fuzzy feline muzzle.


"Sweetie, you can ask me anything you like… always… we are partners now," Venton reassured him softly, smiling as he looked into the younger rodent's eyes.


Sabastien swallowed hard and glanced down at his pink paws, which were trembling slightly. "Do… Do you like me? Like, as more than just a… a whore?" he asked hesitantly, his heart racing, almost unable to believe that anyone would ever like him. The thought of someone liking him, even in this situation, was both thrilling and terrifying.


"The more I'm around you… the more about you I like… so yes, dear." The smiling older Cat stroked the Rat's fur gently, the two of them still pressed tightly together.


Sabastien's eyes lit up as he looked back at Venton, a small smile spreading across his rodent muzzle. "Really? You mean that?" he asked, feeling a sense of hope he hadn't experienced in a long time.


Despite everything, he knew he couldn't fully allow himself to believe it… not until he saw more proof of it. But for now, he'd take the small gift of hope the bigger Cat had given him.


"That means a lot to me," he whispered softly, as the feline leaned down and kissed him on the mouth deeply for a long moment before slowly pulling back.


"Mmm, you smoke too much, but we can work on that." The handsome Rat's heart skipped a beat as Venton pulled away, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He couldn't help but feel flustered from the sudden change of pace, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.


"Uhm… T-thank you," he mumbled, his eyes briefly shifting away from the Cats. With a sigh, he pondered how much of this newfound happiness he could cling to in such a harsh world. Yet, for now, he would grasp onto the hope that Venton was offering him.


"Now, let's snuggle and watch a movie," the older male purred, switching on the TV as his new young lover nestled himself against his side. Sabastien's heart filled with a mix of relief and anticipation at the suggestion of snuggling and watching a movie with Venton.


He quickly nodded, showing that he was on board with the idea. Gathering the old blanket from the floor, he spread it over them as they settled in close to each other. 


In this brief moment of solace, the Rat sensed a glimmer of happiness that had eluded him for so long. As the movie unfolded, Sabastien leaned against the tabby, experiencing a strange but welcomed feeling of security for the first time in his life.


FIN