[b]Uber Carry Part 12 – Compensation[/b]


Leaned against the doorframe, Limon knocked gently at the door and made sure his shirt was wide open to reveal his bare, white chest. It didn't take long until someone opened. "I'm here to fetch my promised and well-deserved dose of compensation!" the fox declared sassy.

"Ah, yes. Come in please, we've been waiting for you," a big, horned guy answered.

"Sam!" Limon greeted him, not surprised at all to see the bull. "I was expecting to get you and your boss as a pair."

"I hope that's alright?"

"Just try not to get in the way," the fox said with a wink as he pushed past the beef mountain. Inside he found the horse sitting on his large king-size bed. "Ash!"

"Limon! Glad you could make it," Ashton said, returning the mischievous smile he received with a much more genuine one, while he took stock of his tiny guest. "God, you look gorgeous!"

"Heh, you make this sound like a business meeting, but thanks." With the slightest of blush, Limon's giant ears folded back just a notch. It was nice to receive a compliment once in a while, after all. "More importantly, though, why are you still clothed?"

Now it was the stallion's turn to fluster. "Ah, well..."

But Limon quickly took action himself. "Gotta do everything myself..." he grumbled as he climbed onto the bed beside the horse and went straight for his shirt to unbutton it. Ash was quite taken aback, but let his guest handle things. That's what you got when you turned a fox loose! "So, what exactly do you intend your riding lad to do here?" he asked, eventually stripping Ash off his top to reveal his short-furred, chestnut brown torso.

"Ah, well..." Samuel spoke from behind the fennec, situating himself in a cushioned chair. "Don't worry about me, you have free reign. For the time being, I'm quite content to just..." embarrassed he spoke a bit softer, "watch you handle my boss."

Already breathing a bit quicker, Ashton added, "I thought we might involve Sam a bit later maybe. See where the night leads." Spreading his legs a bit so the fox could undo his pants, the horse swallowed awkwardly. "You, uh... wanted to go first on me anyway, didn't you?"

"Oh yes!"

A bit of fumbling and a few discarded clothes later, Ashton found himself comfortably leaned back against a few pillows. His legs were stretched out and straddled by Limon, who sat in his lap. Between them the stallion's massive pillar rose to it's full glory under the fennec's diligent, white-furred paws. Ash was breathing heavily through his nose, making these lustful 'excited horse noises'. Seeing this outright tiny guy so close to his much bigger body, working him so passionately, a dick thicker and longer than his entire arm in his petite hands... "Y-you don't mind if I..." he whispered and brought his large hand closer to the fennec's midsection. He just had to touch this softness!

"Be my guest," Limon permitted and swiftly felt the stallion's thick-fingered hand slide underneath his shirt and around his side. The touch was warm and... wide. The stubby thumb gently caressed his soft-furred stomach, while the rest of Ash's fingers cupped his back. This guy was literally touching his spine and belly button simultaneously with one hand! "You can feel and grope all you want, I'm not squeamish..."

And soon a second hand joined the scouting expedition, encircling Limon's abdomen wholly. Meanwhile the fox had similarly put both his small hands around Ash's extensive length to squeeze and choke the giant snake. He pressed the horsecock tightly to his velvety chest and – believe it or not – this stallion's manhood reached from where they were joined at the hips all the way up to Limon's chin!

"Mmphf... go harder..." the fox murmured softly and was soon rewarded with a pair of thumbs that hesitantly poked into his midsection. Such eager hands needed to be put to some good use! "Hff, harder!" Limon repeated and, in turn for a 'hug' that some would rightfully describe as too tight for comfort, rewarded Ash by pressing his thin lips to the flaring tip of his member.

"Mmm, you're odd," Ashton hummed and gave his little catamite a particularly tight squeeze, to the point that he feared to actually hurt the tiny fellow. But Limon was sturdier than he let on. He had to, considering whom he worked for!

"Says the guy, riding on a guy with a crush on a guy ridden by another guy..." the desert fox countered, steadily making out with that giant, throbbing flare. He pressed his snout, his nose against the supple, slightly niffy surface and kissed it, licked it, sucked on it and if only he could he would stuff his entire muzzle with it too!

Soon the massive stallion was panting hard, moaning even harder and eventually felt his climax near. "Uhrg... I'm about t-t..." he warned, doing his best to prolong this sweet moment just a bit longer.

"Rmmh... giww it all to mmeh..." the fox demanded and, like a suction cup, pressed his mouth onto the knobbly depression he knew would spout his effort's reward any second now. And boy did it spout! "Grmphf!" The first gush of hot, sticky horse spunk filled the fennec's tiny muzzle to the brim already and hit the back of his throat like a water gun. Not these little kids toys, but the real big ones for adult kids! Eagerly he swallowed the bitter cream down, mindful not to waste anything of this abundant load. It took a while.

"Hah-ahg!" Bucking through his orgasm like a true draft horse, Ash didn't hold back and gladly fed Limon everything he had to give. Gush after gush he send down into the hungry fox's throat.

In the corner of the room, meanwhile, Samuel was watching the show intently and couldn't keep himself from fondling himself through his pants. He was envious. Envious of his landlord for receiving such a formidable blowjob-slash-handjob-slash... chestjob? And envious of Limon for stealing not only the show from him, but also this powerful release. But god, it felt exciting to be pushed aside by his boss for some visitor!

"Oh wow, that was... fantastic!" Ashton huffed, while the fox in his lap continued to idly caress his length.

"Ugh, shit..." Limon wheezed, full as if he'd downed an entire milkshake. "I'm going to taste you for the rest of the week..."

The equine gave Limon's flat stomach a gentle squeeze. "And that's a bad thing?" he asked playfully.

Refusing to answer, the fennec instead turned towards the bull pleasuring himself. "So... what do we do with this one now?" he questioned.

Samuel remained silent, didn't interfere, didn't utter his desires, or fantasies. His boss was to decide what would happen to him! And knowing that, Ashton eagerly brought forth his idea of what could follow, "I, uh... was very much looking forward to fuck him tonight," he revealed unusually direct for him. "Especially considering..." he went on, giving Limon's midsection another tight squeeze with his thumbs, "that option isn't quite available with you. But I'm certainly spent for now. And since I promised to make this evening nice for you, I think it's only fair..." he said and contrary to whom he spoke to, looked right into Samuel's big, gentle eyes, "if you decide how and if Sam is going to join us."

Not even questioning the authority he was just given, Limon looked at the bull again and found him still fiddling the bulge in his pants. Here's that thing with turning a fox loose again! "How about you get that thing out already, so I can see what we're dealing with here, for a start?"

Hesitantly the bull rose from his seat and obeyed Limon's command and thus that of his boss. He pulled his pants down and timidly revealed a long, thin and conically shaped pecker, bouncing with excitement under the eyes of the two spectators. He pulled the fabric a little further down and also revealed a pair of dangling, low-hanging, absolutely massive balls.

"Oh, nice..." Limon commented, shamelessly eyeing the bull's tool all over. "We can definitely work with that, yes..."


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Kneeling in front of the bed by now, Limon swallowed laboriously before he squeezed his tiny tongue right back into the deep, tight chasm of Samuel's huge, cloven hoof. "Ghmmf..." The fox probed as deep as he could and found the musty remnants of today's trip: Sand and dirt from the bulls ride through the half desert was wedged deep in-between the two scissor-like halves of his hoof and mixed with the ungulate's powerful musk. "Urgh..."

The grainy filth prickled on his tongue and, once it was properly laden again, Limon withdrew it once more with a feeling of humiliation. He didn't have much time to ponder over it, though, since the horse's even larger, though differently build hoof, right beside Sam's, came forth and demanded the fennec's attention for a turn. "Hmmph!" Unable to evade the impudent call, Limon pressed his lips and nose against the stallion's rough, uneven sole to make out with it and found remains similar to what clung under the bulls hooves.

While the poor fox performed his demeaning cleaning task on his sore knees, Samuel and Crawford rested comfortably on the bed, entangled in each other's grasp to cuddle and caress one another. Ash had his arm slung around the bull's shoulder for support, while his free hand roamed his underling's buff chest. Sam, meanwhile, savored his boss's attention and returned the kindness with his hand that was leisurely stroking the horse's massive dick between them. Ash found release two times already and if he had a third in him, it wasn't going to happen for another few minutes, but the fertile horse was still impressively hard.

Both of them didn't pay their hoof cleaner any particular mind, they were too preoccupied with themselves right now, but they did enjoy the service. Sam too, considering this was his first time receiving such treatment. He could understand better now, why his boss requested to have his pampered so frequently. And glancing down to the hard-working fox, tongue stuck out with disgust, eyes closed with shame and his soft, cute face distorted from the humiliation of serving a servant, having another guy do such a lowly task for you felt indeed quite empowering.

"Mmwah!" the fennec uttered nauseated, once he'd freed his tongue again from the combined force of hooves long enough to draw a fresh breath of air. "Huff, hff... how the fuck did I even end up down here?" Limon asked aloud, taking a glance at his work so far, then a look further up towards the snuggling couple. "Wasn't this evening supposed to be a relief for me from taking all this crap from you guys nonstop?"

Crawford chuckled amused and peered down towards the fox, who's large ears were the only thing visible behind his and Samuel's hooves. "Why? Are you not enjoying yourself there?" he asked teasingly and was not disappointed to feel the fox's diligent tongue again soon enough. "And besides," Ash added with a grain of well-meant scorn, "Someone's gotta take care of our hooves, after all!"







[b]Uber Carry Part 13 – Distributional Options[/b]


Even though Perry had been in the dog's service for quite a while now, finding himself alone in the same room with Mr. Hollard still made him feel jittery. This man had so much power, such an aura of dominance, of superiority, even when he was casual. Serving this Rottweiler wasn't merely the right thing to do, it was a need for the tabby cat!

"C-can I be of service to you, Sir?" Perry asked timidly, because obviously he could. His boss was rather quick to separate themselves from the rest of the group and he was quite adamant on taking the feline boy along. Clumsily he now stood in the guest room Mr. Hollard had occupied, fidgeting while the heavy dog sat down on his bed with a sigh.

Eyeing his precious, little boy over, Hollard didn't need long to utter his first command, "Undress!"

His boss's forwardness still managed to make the cat blush. You'd think he'd gotten used to Hollard's character by now, but the man's word's made him jump just like on his first day. "Of course, Sir!" he acknowledged softly and began to take off his tee. His pants went off a few seconds later and, with an even deeper blush, he removed his underpants as well. Shyly he stood there, now fully nude, eyes bashfully trained to the ground while he let his employer inspect his body.

"Kneel!"

Demurely Perry obeyed again. "Yes, Sir!" With graceful movements he lowered himself to the floor and kneeled down elegantly in front of the Rottweiler. His long, thin cat tail swished excitedly behind his back and his small, round ears were perked attentively. With a gentle smile he awaited his next command.

"You know what to do..." was all Mr. Hollard said as he spread his legs.

The boy swallowed in anticipation. "Of course, Sir!" He knew this routine by now. Knew what his boss expected of him, how he expected it, what he enjoyed. Carefully Perry crawled closer to the larger canine and timidly put his small, soft paws down on Hollard's thick thighs. He rubbed them up and down and felt their warmth, while he got into position, wiggling his butt a bit to please his boss eyes. But Perry knew better than to drag out this little tease for too long. Hollard was far from immune to his charms, but he was a no-nonsense man, in bed and out of it.

So before long, the servile tabby cat moved his paws to the actual target of his imminent task. Playfully he brushed his swift fingers over the Rottweiler's crotch, before he went to unzip his pants. Perry opened the flaps and pulled the fabric down a bit to reveal the plump bulge in Hollard's underwear. Then he pressed his nose to it. With a gentle purr he nuzzled his superior's bits and could feel the man twitch under his touch. Perry knew quite well by now that Hollared loved it when he purred for him, so he didn't stop.

With a shudder Perry inhaled the thick, musky aroma of his boss and pressed his face deeper into the squishy pillow. This man was intoxicating! And Perry wanted more of him. Wanted to serve him. Wanted to offer himself to this man. His work, his devotion, his loyalty, his body... all of it belonged to Mr. Hollard!

Calmly, but quite intently, the Rottweiler observed his pleasure boy go to work. How diligent and passionate he was. How he acted so docile and attentive. Quite unlike Limon who constantly had to be force to his luck against his better knowledge. Not nearly as cocky as Coal either. This cat was so soft and wholesome. So precious and gentle. A real angel. Perry was exactly what a hard-working man needed and deserved after a long workday. And he was all his!

The large Rottweiler let out a pleased sigh when his boy finally exposed his swelling sheath to the chill air. The warmth quickly returned, though, when Perry pressed his face right back to it. The soft, constant rumbling in his slender chest was like a pleasant vibration that went through Hollard's entire body. Possessively the older dog brought one of his large hands down on the tabby's naked shoulder. Sliding up, his fingers brushed through the fluffy neck fur of the brown feline.

With his nose buried deeply in Hollard's sloppy, wrinkly sack, Perry was in heaven. Gingerly he pampered the sizeable orbs inside with loving kisses and lustful licks. When he opened his dozy eyes again eventually, the cat found the reward of his work: Mr. Hollard's big, red tip eagerly poked out of its sheath, seeking some attention for itself. Glad to be of service, Perry happily dragged his tongue over the growing appendage. "Ugh!" His boss groaned deeply from above when his rough, feline tongue graced his flesh. But by now Perry knew better than to stop. Mr. Hollard was a strong, powerful man and he could take it – indulge in it even!

"Ahh~ hahh..." Tenderly Perry licked the emerging shaft again and again from where it poked out of its short-furred sheath to the very tip. There soon was a lot for him to cover and he added a paw to the task. Carefully, but curiously his fingers felt out the growing knot, hiding yet in its furry home.

"Hmm... get it out..." Hollard instructed through a stifled huff.

And of course Perry obeyed all but immediately. Taking hold of the now taut sheath, he slowly pulled the stretchy skin down until his boss's knot slipped free. Every time he was intimidated again by the Rottweiler's size. This sheer amount of canine masculinity! That, though, didn't stop him from doing his duty. Softly he pressed his muzzle to the musky, pulsing knot and brushed his scratchy tongue over the veiny surface, until a small, milky bead of precum formed at the tip.

"Ah! Alright... that'll do..." Hollard grumbled as he grabbed his own dick, giving it a firm squeeze to check its hardness. Then the huge dog simply stood up, seized the kneeling cat by the scruff of his neck and hauled him up onto the bed.

Perry winced and whined at the sudden roughness, but he let the dog manhandle him and soon found himself face down on the mattress. A second later, Hollard's bulk came down on top of him and pressed the diminutive feline into the blankets. Perry was used to his boss's weight and enjoyed the heavy, confining feeling. He knew it was time for the dog to take over. "Rmh-haa..." And the throbbing meat that got pressed between his fuzzy cheeks was all the hint he needed to know what was about to follow!

Spread over the grunting cat boy, Hollard fidgeted and stretched for the nightstand to grab something. He fetched the small bottle of lube and applied a generous amount into his hand and then onto his member. Pressing his slick fingers against Perry's twitching entrance, he growled into the feline's ear, "I've been waiting all day for this!"

Huffing powerfully with his boss's prodding fingers in such a private and sensitive spot (not to mention the massive weight resting on top of him), Perry squealed, "Hff, ah--! P-please have your way with me, Sir! I'm all yours!"

The eager dog didn't need to be told twice and swiftly lined up his dick. "Good boy..." With a pleased sigh he pushed his tip gently against Perry's tight hole, teasing the cat with one, or two halfhearted humps. Then he pushed forward.

"Ngyah!" Perry squealed when his boss's thick dick entered him suddenly. Just the tip for now, but still. Hollard was a big dog! Breathing heavily, Perry tried to relax his body. He was granted a short moment to adapt, but by now the feline knew that his top had a fancy for forcing embarrassing sounds out of him with such sudden actions. And Perry was certain he was about to experience another such attempt. "Urgh!"

Grunting softly, Hollard squeezed his shaft a bit deeper into the tabby cat beneath him and tickled another cute sound out of the boy. Brashly he pressed his nose against the back of Perry's head, let it rest in the brown, sleek fur and inhaled his balmy scent. It smelled of dry fur, forest air, a hint of apple shampoo and underneath it all the lingering aroma of cat. Damn, he would destroy this lad's fine ass tonight!

"Augh!" With every restrained thrust he received, Perry could feel his boss advance deeper into his body. He felt so full already, but knew that this was hardly all this man had to give. "Hrmm-ARRGH! Ahh~" With a loud moan the feline clawed at the sheets and splayed his toes when Hollard finally began to take the gloves off and shoved his massive length into his backside. There was a brief moment of pain, but it was soon replaced by a deep, stretching warmth. "Rghnn..." He grit his teeth when the dog pulled back. "Ah!" But was swiftly rewarded with another deep, slow and powerful thrust.

For now, Hollard was measuring his lust, humping the boy beneath him slow and rhythmically. Gently sliding out, then back in with a rush and slooowly out again. Perry was taking it well, he noticed. He'd had some practice, after all, so this sort of service was hardly new ground for the cat. And yet this tender, delicate boy made him feel like he was braking him in for the first time again. This cat was his now and Hollard would keep him! A fact the softly growling Rottweiler showed by  nibbling on Perry's flimsy ears. "Gmrrrf..." God, holding back was getting hard already.

"Ngh-ow!" Perry whined with his face buried into the mattress as the pinch in his right ear got a bit too tight. He wanted it to stop. But at the same time he wanted even more for it to continue. He could take it. He could take it for his boss. Everything. Mr. Hollard's pleasure came first!

"Mm-what's that?" the huge dog murmured into Perry's assaulted ear. "Am I too rough for you, carry boy?"

Perry didn't miss the fact that the canine accentuated his question with a particularly hard push. One that made him gasp for air. "Ah-- n-no, Sir!"

Grabbing both Perry's wrists to pin him down, Hollard pulled back once more and as he did, grumbled into his toy's ears, "Good!" Then he bit down into the slender feline's neck – hard! - letting his teeth sink into Perry's tender flesh and ramming his cock back into the boy with force. He was done holding back now!

"Gha-AHHH!" The yelp that escaped the cat was so loud that some of the others might have heard. That, though, was the last thing on Perry's mind. And Hollard, if anything, seemed boastful about it even. He at least made it hard for Perry to keep quite. Though the canine was hardly silent either. Both of them moaned and gasped through the fierce romp session, Hollard into Perry's nape, who in turn muffled his embarrassing sounds into the blankets below. 

Soon the Rottweiler was working his personal carrier's insides with the full length of his tool. In short, rhythmic slaps he thrust forward and pushed his swelling knot to Perry's clenching ring. But the greedy dog wanted more, of course. "Hmph! You're going to take it all tonight! Got it, kitten?" he asked – or rather informed – Perry with a powerful shove at the end of which he rammed his fat knot against the boy's entrance.

Trembling and blushing with lust, pain and need, the cat nodded in case his voice would fail him. Though between overwhelmed gasps, he managed to retort, "Huff, urgh... y-yes, AH! S-sir..."

What followed was grunting and huffing from Hollard as his excitement peaked, paired with even more whimpering sounds from Perry, while his ass was stretched open by a canine nearly trice his size! "Ahh~ huff-hff... urgh... ARGH!" Eventually, Hollard managed to squeeze his knot in with enough force and a loud gasp from his quivering cat. And once the initial pain of getting tied to his boss ceased, Perry was awarded by the incredible feeling of hosting Mr. Hollard's entire reproductive organ inside himself. It was a filling sensation, to say the least. The dog reached deep and stretched out every bit he so roughly had occupied to the maximum. Perry could feel him twitch and throb. Could feel the knot stuck behind his butthole swell and pulse. And if it wasn't just imagination, he could also feel the powerful release this man dumped deep into his guts. His bottom hurt so fucking much!

"Hm-mrrff..." With a spent sigh, Mr. Hollard eventually slumped down, burying the smaller feline beneath his bulk entirely. Knotted like this they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon, so he might as well make himself comfortable. "You did good," Hollard murmured under his breath, though the spent, wheezing, knotted and moreover crushed tabby cat didn't respond, except for a faint, but happy moan. "Very good!"

The compliment, however, was greatly appreciated.


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"... I take it you're enjoying Ash's ranch thus far, then?" the Rottweiler assumed, looking down on his tabby cat's slightly strained face that rested on his thick bicep now.

Perry huffed as he tried to find the appropriate words. "O-of course, Sir! Hmph... It's a beautiful place and I'm, hmng... quite glad to see Mr. Crawford again. His, ugh... a-attendant, Samuel, is, ha-ahhh~ very nice guy." Damn, his boss really didn't make this conversation easy on him! "I'm, mrff, so glad you took me along, Mr. Hollard!"

"Yeah, I saw you huddle together a lot with the bull today," the dog recalled briefly. "Hope he didn't attempt to headhunt you?"

The small cat tensed when a blissful shudder went through his body, all the way down into this tail tip. "N-no, Sir," Perry admitted truthfully and then quickly added, "But, uh... even if, I'm loyal to the company, ghuh... a-and to you, Sir!" With a blush the cat looked down between his boss's massive, slightly chubby (okay, quite a bit chubby), canine body and his own. He still found Mr. Hollard's hand where he last saw and still felt it: Right between his legs. "Uh-huff..." His large, rough fingers rubbed gently over his stiff member, blunt claws picking at his sheath, that fleshy palm pad cupping his sack. It was rare that his boss was in such a giving, sweet-tempered mood. All the more reason to relish the precious moment while it lasted!

"That's a good boy!" Hollard praised and, as if to reward his docile cat, rubbed his thick thumb a bit firmer over the barbed tip of Perry's shaft. Making his boy squeal like this was too much fun! "Anyway, speaking of the ole nag," the dog continued. "Ash is apparently very eager to spent a night with you."

Twitching under his superior's ministrations, Perry briefly closed his eyes for a moment. "Ah, y-yes... he did express his interest towards me as well." Swallowing down the building lust in his groin for a second, he opened his eyes again and looked up into the Rottweiler's gruff face. "D-do you want me to... see him?"

"Would it be a problem if I told you to?"

Perry didn't need to think for long. Ashton Crawford was a very friendly and gentle horse. He still remembered his first encounter with him fondly. And if it was Mr. Hollard's wish, besides... "No, Sir, mrrf... not a problem at all!"

For a moment Hollard said nothing and just continued to pleasure his cat idly. This boy was too perfect! Though eventually the Rottweiler asked, "What if I told you to see Luke?"

The cat held his breath for a moment. This guy was unsettling. For one, there was his rather... old-fashioned perspective on cats and dogs. Not to mention his overall snobbish attitude. And of course Perry also wasn't oblivious to what this man must have put Coal through today. The poor husky was totally busted! Though... if Mr. Hollard told him to serve this lion...? "I-if you wanted me to, hmr..." Perry said after a moment of thought, with his boss's hand still fondling him relentlessly, "then... I would do my best to satisfy you, Sir. Argh... a-and... Mr. Pierce too..."

"You know..." Hollard mused, encircling the feline's member fully with his hand now, to pump it a bit more thoroughly. "I have quite a few... acquaintanceships, clients and otherwise, that I could imagine would be quite enamored to have you entertain them..." He let the statement linger for a moment, which the cat let pass in silence. Then the dog pressed, "Could you see yourself in such a position, Perry?"

"Ghm, I..." the feline swallowed, twitching in his employer's hand. "I, urgh... hff-hff..." With a sudden rush, Perry felt his climax arrive. He tried to stop it, but... those words that lingered in his ears... Entertaining other people for Mr. Hollard? The thought of his boss ordering him to serve another man, to expect him to submit himself to an acquaintance, a client, a stranger... The thought that his boss would seriously consider to distribute his services... Just like that... Like a commodity... Like he was a commodity... "Aurgh!"

With a tingling feeling at the back of his neck that wandered down into his twitching tail tip, Perry squirmed in the Rottweiler's hand and shot a thin rope of cum straight over the sheets between them. "Oh! Was that me, or did the thought excite you this much?" Hollard asked with a chuckle as he let the cat empty himself in his palm. A small spurt of the sticky mess got smeared between his fingers. "And without permission, too!"

"I'm, ugh... s-sorry, Mr. H-Hollard..." he panted a bit sleepily, both relieved and disappointed when the canine's hand finally left his spent dick. "I wasn--" Perry was suddenly interrupted by something that poked his chin. He peered down and found Mr. Hollard's thumb. Demandingly the coarse thing came closer, towards his lips, until it touched them, demanding entry. The feline got a clear whiff of his own remains and, upon glancing up, found the dog waiting with an impatiently raised eyebrow.

Slowly Perry parted his lips and rolled out his rough cat tongue to welcome any part of his boss that requested his service. Hollard's thumb rubbed softly over his extended tongue, smearing his own salty cum all over it. Perry winced, but accepted the unusual gift. Before long, he was suckling on the man's thumb like a little kitten, purring gently in turn for so much attention. He knew Hollard enjoyed it when he purred for him.

"Let's continue this conversation another time," the Rottweiler said. "It's getting late. And you need some rest so you can haul my fat ass to the river again tomorrow!"

"Sllrf... of course, Sir," Perry acknowledged, letting the now clean thumb slide out of his muzzle. "I'll be gone in a second..."

Though before the cat could roll out of bed, the dog's tan-furred hand held him in place firmly. "I didn't tell you to leave!" he clarified. "In fact keeping you around for the night may come in handy. My paws easily freeze, ya see?"

"I..." Perry blinked, feeling once again terribly overpowered by this man by just a few words. It was scary at times how much Mr. Hollard was in control of him. "I'll gladly stay and keep you warm through the night, Sir!"