The bass of the music hammered loud inside the »Jackhammer«, a gay fetish club in Chicago, as Modo walked through the crowd of humans, some in leather, some in sportswear or other outfits and some of them just naked with sneakers or boots. The big, grey mouse had two light beers in his hands and he was wearing only his biker boots as an outfit. … But he knew he‘d get a pair of this hot looking, very high rubber fishing boots this naked human next to him weared. 

„YO, BRO! FUCKING HOT BOOTS. WHAT DO YA CALL THEM?“, he shouted in the humans ears as he stopped by. 

„OH, I‘LL TELL YOU. … BUT IT‘LL COST YOU SOMETHING, SEXY!“, the human screamed back over the music with a dirty grin on his face. He came closer, led Modo’s sweaty soft 7 inch mousehood inside the top of his boots with the yellow stripe at the upper end of his thigh. The red, uncut dick got harder inside the boot as the human rubbed his hardon at Modo’s furry thigh. 

>>Oooohhh ... i see. How convenient.<<, the mouse thought and smirked. Anyhow, his bladder was already ready to burst, and the constant filling of his "tank" with light beer wouldn’t let him get dry tonight. 

Modo moaned as he pissed in the boots. Wetness climbed up his dick and he realized he wasn’t the first guy who pissed in here tonight. The human was messing up his fur with pre, squeezing Modo’s nipples, moaning as they kissed. He grinned lusty and rubbed and licked the piss-mix of eight different guys off the wet, now hard 11 inch monster of the grey mouse after the red meat was pulled out of his boots. 

„MMMMMMMMMMM … THANX, HANDSOME! … AND THEY CALLED WADERS!“

„GRRRRRRR … THANX, BRO! WILL REMEMBER THAT!“, the grey mouse purred as he shared another wet kiss with the human and walked away to find Vinnie. 

He found his Bro inside a ring of seven jerking men. The white mouse, only wearing his biker boots, a soaking wet yellow bandana around his neck and already soaked with yellow piss stains in his white fur tonight, knelt on the floor, a guy behind him. A human in rubber suit and mask fucked Vinnie’s arse hard, grunt as his ballz smacked loud on the dirty-white ass-cheeks. 

Vinnie, rock hard and moaning, leaned at the human who was playing with the hard nipples of the martian as the grey mouse walked in the ring of jerking humans. Vinnie’s hardon wiggled up and down as he was used.

„C‘MON, GENTLEMEN! LET‘S COOL THEM DOWN A BIT!“ Modo nodded to the man to his right and down at his bended red dick so the jerking human grope his huge monster and aimed it at the fuckers on the ground. 

The grey mouse moaned as he got jerked, sipped at his beer and pissed on his Bro and the fucker behind him as the first human stepped closer and started to piss too. The naked, dirty-white mouse in biker boots moaned as the yellow streams hit them. He opened his mouth, let it get filled with the hot piss and sprayed it out his mouth on the guy who just knelt down to suck the light red, cut mouse-dick. Looking up to the pissing guys again Vinnie started to swallow the yellow juice, moaning loud. 

»DAMN, this club is AWESOME!«, Modo thought as he watched Vinnie and felt his monster got jerked by the man to his right. The wet, white mouse got fucked hard … and looked fucking hot at that! 

A hairless, slim, naked asian man, only wearing sneakers and a collar just knelt in front of the big grey mouse as another man stepped closer to Vinnie. He pulled his bro‘s head to his dick and moaned loud as he shoot his load all over the wet, pale yellow and white face with the half metal mask. Vinnie pinched his nipples and opened his mouth wide to catches much cum as he could. Jizz drooled down on the flexible metal of his face mask that was covering the half of his fury face.

„FUCK YEEEEAAAH!“ Modo called out, watching his Bro get used and rubbed his boots at the asians hardon. The human gaged as he tried to swallow Modo’s whole dick and the grey mouse just notice the leash at the asians collar as the asian‘s handler stepped behind Modo. 

„Grrrrrrrrrr .... soooo fluffy.“, the shorter human master in leather chaps, leather cap and boots moaned into the grey mouse‘s shoulder as his hand found the way under the tail to the tailhole. Two slick fingers pushed in the mouse-hole after Modo lifted his tail to welcome the human with a dirty grin and felt the soft, warm and wet inner walls of the grey martian mouse.

Modo spreaded his legs, squatted a bit so the shorter human could reach him better and soon he felt a slick glans poke at his rim and moaned loud as the pink human dick slipped in. 

The human master grunted as he started to fuck the big mouse, watching the other fuckers on the ground as he used the grey furry arse. His pet-asian had to swallow a huge amount of mouse-pre now, spilled the juice he couldn’t swallow out of his mouth on his dick who was now rubbing on top of the biker-boots. 

Vinnie looked up to Modo. The cum- and piss-covered mouse saw his Bro bite his lips as he got fucked and sucked. 

He saw Modo’s left arm got lifted and the human buried his face in the furry, sweaty pit. But the dirty-white mouse had no much time to watch as somebody grabbed his head by the big ears, turned his head turned around and pissed. 

>>Well, that’s something new.<<, Vinnie thought by himself as he looked up with his mouth open wide, catching the yellow juice of the naked human in harness who was wearing a heavy rubber dog mask that looked like a dobermann. 

The human in rubber just cried out loud in pleasure as he emptied his nutz into Vinnie’s hole and panted. After the guy with the rubber dog mask finished pissing in his mouth both humans pulled out of each end of Vinnie’s body ... and immediately the dobermann pushed him back on his arse. Cum was drooling out the dirty-white mouse’s well fucked hole on the ground as his red dick vanished into the rubber maw of the dog and not even thirty seconds later Vinnie emptied his mouse-jizz into the eager maw. 

Panting heavy in the piss puddle on the ground Vinnie enjoyed his third load this evening. The human dog was already jumping to the next cock as another human got closer to the dirty-white mouse, gave him a sign to turn around and started to eat Vinnie’s filled mouse-hole, licking the jizz out the wide spreaded arse

Two messy hours later:

Vinnie was done. At least for the moment. He must had served about ten guys or so in the last two hours. And also fucked six Other guys and filled they asses. His last load wasn’t even a tee spoon of jizz, but it still felt goooood. 

He found Modo on an old leather couch with a guy laying on his chest. The gray mouse had pulled off his boots and rested his bare feet with the heels under his huge ballz. The human was licking the furry feet as Modo’s dark red was resting on the pink shoulder. The human feet were sucked by the grey mouse eagerly as a finger of his cybernetic arm was vibrating in the humans hole. 

Vinnie sat down with two light beer in his hands, just in time to see mouse and human cum. Both covered with warm jizz, the human climbed off Modo’s messy chest and kissed him before he walked away. 

„DAMN, WHAT A NIGHT!, Vinnie said over the loud music as he gave Modo one beer. 

„HELL YEAH! TOLD YA THIS WOULD BE FUN!“ he laughed and toasted to Vinnie. Both drank they beer and Modo shaked his head as another human came close for more fun, signaled him both mice needed a break. 

After some minutes of chilling Vinnie looked confused. He tilted his head to the side and starred at the other side of the club before he asked Modo: „YO, BRO! IS … IS IT POSSIBLE TO TRIP BY DRINKING PISS OF A GUY WHO TUG DRUGS?“

„HUH? WHAT STUPID QUESTION IS THAT?“, Modo replied. 

Vinnie’s eyes opened wide. „BECAUSE I COULD SWEAR I SEE A BROWN, BLINDFOLDED MOUSE IN BLACK VEST AND BOOTS  OVER THERE! RIGHT OVER THERE, SQUATTING ON THAT FRAME WITH HIS HANDS TIED UP AT IT AND WITH A GUYS HAND UP HIS HOLE!“ 

Modo’s head snapped up. „WHAT THE .... THROTTLE?!“ He watched over to the other side. And couldn’t believe it! There was they leader, squatting on a frame and got fisted by human bear. The gloved hand was sliding in and out the hole, white grease everywhere on the hand and on Throttle‘s ass-fur and now the human even started to punch-fist the hole!

„OH MOMMA! … HOW…“, Modo stammered. 

„C‘MON. LET‘S ASK HIM!“ Vinnie was about to stand up, but Modo grabbed his arm. 

„NOOO! ARE YOU CRAZY? HE‘S JUST ENJOYING HIMSELF. … DON‘T COCK BLOCK A BRO, BRO.“ The grey mouse stroked his chin, then he grabbed his boots. „OK. WE HIT THE SHOWER QUICK TO GET THE WORST STUFF OFF AND LEAVE. WE‘LL TALK WITH THROTTLE ABOUT THIS LATER.“

Greasepit munched on his sandwich as he walked on the street. „Damn rodents! … *munch munch* … Why are they always winning? … *munch munch*…“ He had just finished his sandwich as he passed by the »Jackhammer« … and choked on his coke! „WHAT THE…?!“

Two well known and hated motorcycles parked at the alley next to the also well known gay club. „What the heck? What are this rodents do here?!“

Greasepit jumped into the alley at the other side of the club and hide. „I KNEW these are perverts!“

The oily man pulled out a cam quickly, almost dropped it because his slippery hands and waited. Only five minutes later he was rewarded as the white and grey mouse walked out the club with wet fur and jumped on they motorcycles. 

„Now I got you, rodents.“, he murmured as he snapshot the shit out of his cam. „Next time I‘LL win!“ 

Six days later. 

„That’s it, Greasepit!“ Modo just jumped off his bike and aimed with the laser of his right arm at the oily villain. 

„Yeah. Time to go home to your boss.“ Throttle‘s Power glove stopped glowing as he pulled out his gun too. 

„Oooohh, I don’t think so, you rodents. Not this time!“, the oily man in the green overall yelled down from the crab-leg-excavator. 

Vinnie stoppen his bike right next to Throttle, his armed bike ready to fire. „Oooh, so you think now? Hmm, that’s something new.“, he joked.

„Yeah, do you little jokes. But … „ Greasepit lifted a little digital cam with a pic on the small display. „… if ya don’t let me win this time, I’ll show everyone this little club-pics from last weekend, you perverts!“

Vinnie glanced to Modo. »Our club?« the white mouse asked the grey mouse with his eyes.

Throttle‘s reaction behind his sunglasses was not visible. „What do you mean, Greaso?“, he asked with a neutral tone in his voice.

„I mean your two friends here are into a good sausage party, and … oops.“ Greasepit stopped, and Throttle grinned. 

„First: blackmailing works better if you’re waiting UNTIL you got what you want. And second: …“ The brown mouse grappled Vinnie’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. His tongue slipped in the mouth of the white mouse and both moaned. Vinnie more surprised at first, but panted eager as he kissed back. 

Modo was perplexed but managed to keep a poker face. … But Greasepit‘s jaw dropped on the ground like a rock! 

Throttle broke the kiss and let back a white mouse with an hardon and the most stupidest smile in the galaxy on Vinnie’s bike. 

„Second: that‘s something totally normal on mars. Keeps up the mood, ya know?“

Modo had to fight down a snicker as the brown mouse kept talking. „Just because YOU don’t get laid here on earth doesn’t mean WE can’t have fun. … But … If I think about it …“ Throttle leaned on Vinnie’s bike, elbow on the tank, his chin in his hand and with a lustful look of his red cybernetic eyes over his sunglasses. „… Maby that’s the whole problem. Why we don’t stop fighting and try something different for ones? I bet we could drain your nuts good. Reduce your pressure and anger. Who knows, maby we can be friends after ya shot you load several times and …“ 

This was too much for Greasepit. „AAAAAH! STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU PERVERTS!“, he screamed as he jumped off the excavator on his trike and hit the gas. The little cam was smashed on the ground. 

Modo couldn‘t hold it back anymore. He laughed out loud and was crying tears of fun as he leaned at a tree and holed his belly.

Throttle still looked over the top of his glasses. „Well, THAT was easy this time. Hehe.“, he snickered. 

„About that pics. …“ Modo knelt to grab the cam. „Weeee … Ähm … we wanted to talk with you about that earlier. But, äääh … ya don’t interrupt a brother with a hand up his arse, ey?“

„So i DID smell you guys in the »Jackhammer«? … wasn’t sure with all cum and piss in there.“, Throttle blushed but smirked. „Looks like I got to explain one or two things.“

„Guess you‘re not the only one, hehe.“, Vinnie joked. His bulge was huge as he was sitting on his bike. 

„Yeah. … I always wonder what other hairy guys the boys were talking about. … Nice bulge by the way, Vinnie. … Sooo … you guys are gay?“, Throttle ask.

“Well, I‘M gay. Vinnie here‘s still into girls, but he is discovering his kinky sides, so he’s … kinda bi now?“ The grey mouse scratched his head as he looked over ti Vinnie who shrugged his shoulders. „Anyway, you know what?“ Modo pointed at the huge metal crab. „Let’s get Limburgers scrap heap back to his cheesy owner, and tonight …“, he grinned wide. „… we‘ll hit the club.“

The »Jackhammer«, later this evening. 

Throttle grabbed three beer at the bar and turned around, just in time to see Modo and Vinnie coming out the locker room. „Daaaaaamn.“, he whispered to himself. 

Vinnie’s outfit was unusual for a biker. It was the first time Throttle saw the white mouse in sneakers. Red sneakers in combination with yellow football socks. A former white sport jock looked almost grey and with pale yellow staines, obviously used and unwashed on purpose and it was visible on his white fur. A yellow bandana was tied around his neck.  

And Modo? He ordered a couple of the high wader rubber boots right the next day. Now he was wearing the black boots with the red ring at the opening the first time, and it felt goooood. His huge ballz almost touched the red ring at the inside of his thighs, but at the outer side of his thighs they ended at his hips so the round shape framed the ass-cheeks of the naked, grey mouse really good. 

„HOLY FUCK, GUYS. YOU TWO LOOK AWESOME!“ Throttle licked his lips and handed them two beer. 

„MMMMMM. THE SAME TO YOU, BRO. LOOKING HOT!“ Modo replied as he checked out the brown mouse.

Throttle was only wearing his red bandana around his neck and black biker boots, a rubber vest instead of his leather vest and a belt with a leather holder on it. Inside the leather holder was a big blue can with the name »Crisco« on it, filled with the same white grease Modo saw last weekend and a small bottle with the name »Rush« on it.

The red cock of they leader was also different. Soft he was as a bit shorter then Vinnie’s. About 5,4 inch. But the enormously long trunk of his foreskin extended it to almost 6 inch. A rope of pre dangled off the trunk and covered the brown, pear shaped ballz, started to mess them up.

„SOOOO ... ÄÄÄH.... FISTING, EY? HOW‘S IT COMING?“, Vinnie asked. 

Throttle pointed on a couch at a quiet corner near the fisting area. After the three mice sat down, Modo left, Vinnie right next to Throttle and sipped they beer, Throttle started.

„It all started about the time we was captured in Karbunkle‘s lab on mars.“ 

Vinnie and Modo swallowed. Both remembered it all too well. 

„It happened after he removed my destroyed eyes so my eye sockets could heal to install my cybernetic eyes. Anyhow, we all were on drugs and I don’t remember the exact time. But one day someone visited the robotic chair I was tied on naked. I didn’t notice it first. Only when he touched my hole under my tail. I remember the chair lifted my legs and spreaded them  befor I felt a finger was pushed up my hole. … then two ... then three ... then four. My ass-cunt was stretched as fuck and it was a real pain in the ass you could say.“, he joked.

„Who was he?“, Vinnie asked slowly. 

„Stroker.“

„STROKER?! … THAT SON OF A BITCH!“, Modo yelled angry with his right eye glowing red. But Throttle calmed him down.

„Eeeeeeasy, Bro. Don’t forget he was brainwashed at this time. The interface of his cybernetic tail. He was programmed to be an asshole.“

Modo panted but he calmed down. „Yeah, ya right. Sorry. .... and … what happened then?“

„Well, he came again and again. Used all fingers. Until his hand popped in one day. It stung as fuck, but somehow I started to … well … like it. I got hard and drooled juice as fuck and moaned. So he stopped. If I enjoyed it HE couldn’t enjoy it.“

„I … I don’t know what to say.“, Vinnie stammered.

Throttle pointed at his own, now hard boner. „Well, HE say he liked it.“ His cock was 7 inch now, the trunk of his long foreskin a little shorter but still covering the wet glans. Rivers of pre squeezed out the foreskin and run down the hard shaft. 

„Oooh momma.“, Modo wispernd and licked his lips, felt his own dick growing slowly.

„To be honest, I loved it that much, I almost NEEDED it somehow. Soooo … after we escaped Stroker and I still met for some fist-action time by time.“, the brown mouse snickered. 

„Shit. … looks like ya really loved it. … mmmmmm. … Ya mind if I …?“ Modo moaned and groped Throttle‘s drooling meat with his left hand as the brown mouse nodded. 

„Well ... Be my guestoooooooooooooohhhhhh! ... gnnh! No wasting time, ey? Hehe.“ He moaned and spreaded his legs more as Modo’s mouth slipped eagerly on his drooling boner. 

Vinnie smiled as he bended down to the brown fuzzy ballz to lick and smell them. It was a strange feeling to play with they leader like that, but at the same time it was fucking exciting.

Modo’s mouth rolled back the wet foreskin and he swallowed the juicy meat eagerly. His tongue slipped around under the wet, stretchy skin, dug into the piss-hole as two fuzzy fingers spreaded it wide.

„Gnnnnhhhhh, fffffffffuck! … … you‘re good. ... mmmmm“, Throttle panted. He leaned back on the couch and lifted his left leg over Modo’s head to rest it on the grey shoulder, enjoying the attentions. 

Vinnie moaned, sucked the fuzzy orbs into his mouth and got drunk of the musk between his leaders legs. His head was upside down and had a nice view on Throttle‘s fist-cunt and gasped surprised as the light red rim relaxed and was pushed out into a meaty rosebud with a long, deep moan of the brown mouse. A small gush of water splashed out the rosebud, followed by a really wet fart.

„Heeeeyyyy. That’s not really ladylike, mister. Hehe.“, a human joked as he walked to the fuzzy threesome and squatted down in front of them. „Hi, Throttle. So these are your two brothers?“

Throttle moaned and looked up. „Uuuuuuuhhhhhnnng. Hey there, Andy. ... sssssssssshiiiit!!! … Yeah, they are. … *pant pant* … And …gnnh! … and they are good.“ Vinnie and Modo stopped and looked up with a grin. The grey mouse kept stroked Throttles drooling boner very slowly as they leader talked. 

„These are Vinnie and Modo. Guys, this is Andy. They call him >The Fist-Guru<. Hehe.“

„Naaaaa. I just know anatomy.“ The human glanzed over to Modo’s 2.4 inch thick monster. „Shit, man. That thing suppose to be a third leg? Daaamn.“ Andy snickered and groped Modo’s monster and Vinnie’s 2 inch thick meat to stroke them slowly. 

Throttle‘s meaty rosebud pumped in and out as he rested his other leg on Vinnie’s shoulder now too and watched his brothers got jerked off by the human. 

Water ran out the red, meaty rim as they played and Andy grinned dirty. „... mmmmmm. Looks like someone is extra loose and horny tonight.“

A pre-covered pink hand left Modo’s wet dick and four slick fingers worked they way inside the meaty ring. 

„Fffffuck yeah!“, Throttle panted and moaned. 

„You guys also work his hole from time to time?“ Andy asked as his slick fingers teased Throttle. 

Modo looked at his huge left hand. „Well ... this pizza scoop here don’t fit anywhere.“, he joked. 

„And ... äh ... I don’t got any experience with that.“, Vinnie answered a little nervously. 

Throttle grunted as Andy teased his hole. „Oh, Throttle had already bigger stuff then that … After some warm up of course. … Here.“ The human helped Throttle up and in the Sling next to the couch. Andy and Vinnie chanced the position so Andy was at Throttle‘s right now. Modo stepped behind the human, rested his drooling dick on Andy’s shoulder and watched.

„ …, take a glove and lube. I‘ll guide you.“, he grinned dirty at the white mouse. 

Vinnie looked on Throttle‘s eager hole and on the black latex glove in his white hand. 

„Mmmm ... trust the guru, Bro.“, the brown mouse panted lusty. „ IF someone can teach you, it’s Andy.“ his tailhole was totally exposed to Vinnie as he gave his brother the Crisco.

To be continued.