Swamp Rat’s Sale (Mooch, Whizzer, and Dipstick. Lucky Kept just for Swamp Rat) “Alright, step on up, step on up, don’t be shy!” The ringing of trash cans echoed through the swamp as an eager rat started on his sales pitch. “We got a fine selection tonight, for ya’ll. Come on don’t be shy, step on up!” He prattled on and on without pause, hoping to gather the attention of anyone in the swamp, and he eventually settled on the first target that even wandered vaguely near. In this case, that was a hefty alligator and old friend. With an eager wave, he called out to the gator. “You there, sir! You look like you could use a bit of relief now! How’s about you step on up here and have a look-see!” Steven was an alligator of fine taste by the rat’s measure, so it was no surprise when the sale caught his eye and got him licking his lips right away. With him on the hook, he could really go into the pitch. “Now, now! I know you’re good and hungry son, but I got a much better deal for you today.” He winked at the gator and grabbed a nearby chain. Then, with a jerk and a click, the lightshow he’d set up sprung to life good and proper. A few old spotlights he’d found sprang up alongside a few mostly working light bulbs that lit up his hand painted sigh, and under those spotlights were his little stars for sale: three gorgeous little puppies tied to leases on a shoddily made boardwalk, two dopey looking dalmations and a vicious, little sheepdog. All of them had their tails raised and pointed right at the gator, one way or another. “These puppies ain’t just for a quick meal. Use ‘em right and you’ll get loads of fun out of ‘em if you catch my drift!” Steven was already opening his mouth wide enough to swallow one of the pups that caught his eye. Swamp Rat put a stop to that with a quick swat on the nose from an old flyswatter. That quieted him up enough for the rat to continue. “First, off, paws and teeth stay off the merchandise until I see some payment, ol’ pal.” He winked up at the gator and rubbed his fingers together to really linger on the point. Then, he segued cleanly into his pitch. All eyes were on the rat when he made his way to the pup Steven had been watching. The dalmations’ eyes lingered on him worriedly, and the little sheepdog glared. Steven just looked on, curious. “Second off, these little fellas ain’t for eatin’, just to be crystal clear.” He made his point with a smack to the nearest dalmation’s rear. “We got a much more pleasant sort of deal for ya! Why don’t you tell ‘em boys?” Two of the pups on display didn’t answer. Whizzer was too busy shaking and whimpering to speak, and Mooch, to be fair, had been gagged. He at least put in the effort to growl though. Swamp Rat had chosen wisely then. While he lifted Dipstick’s little black tail high enough to display his nice little ass, the pup started trying to sell himself. “Uh, hi, Mr. Gator. We’re umm…” Dipstick glanced back at his friends for reassurance, but got none. Both Whizzer and Mooch had moved to actively struggling against the ropes that had them tied to the walk, so all he did was follow that lead, shuffling his feet. “We’re uh, ready to satisfy your every need?” Swamp Rat shook his head, and the puppy yelped. A solid smack on his pet little rear gave him a start. “What he’s sayin’ is that you can screw him three ways to Sunday for the right price!” With a rough tug, he spread Dipstick’s legs wide and shot Steven a nice big smile. “And trust me, this boy’s worth it too, good and o-be-di-ent this one!” He gave the boy’s ass another squeeze, and that got a little yip out of him. “Cums like a faucet too, lemme show ya’.” Dipstick sank while his boss fondled him, not even thinking to resist. Truth was, he wasn’t thinking about much at all as the rat fondled his ass and balls. He just shook and let his dick hang out, drooling while Swamp Rat tugged on it. “Uh… Boss, am I suppose to s-save that?” “Heh, don’t worry. I’m sure ya’ got plenty!” Another quick smack got another low yip and spurt out of the pup. It also got his cute, little, black tail wagging. “Real, easy fella, as you can see. Good an’ loose for a man like yourself.” He winked again and gave the pup a little bit of a stretch. It was clear to the both of them that they’d really gotten Steven’s attention by that point. The gator leaned in for a closer look, and his tongue started showing. “Okay, how much?” Swamp Rat gave the gator another swat before he could get much closer. “We can discuss prices after you’ve had a chance to see ‘em all!” He smiled up at the gator, but glared as well. Mostly, he was concerned about not finishing his pitch. After all, it was looking like his stars had already attracted other attention. Noone else was coming close just yet, but the pups and the rat were all aware of the eyes watching them from just beyond the brush. “How’s about we have a look at our sportier model first for ya’?” Swamp Rat waltzed jauntily away from Dipstick and guided his audience eagerly to the next pup on display. Mooch was given much less freedom to move than his pal. In addition to the leash, all four legs were tied to the makeshift boardwalk. The only things he could really move were his neck and tail. With a gag keeping his mouth shut, he couldn’t even do more than glare at the rat and cover himself when he approached. That wasn’t even effective for very long though. Swamp Rat pulled the sheepdog’s tail up the moment he arrived and inspected Mooch’s tailhole right away. “Now this one’s a rough fella. Real fighter, if you know what I mean.” The rat snickered and glanced at the floor, quickly spotting what he was looking for on the boardwalk, he picked up a small pink, plastic egg.”Keeps on fightin’ it every step, yep. No matter how much he loves it.” He nodded confidently, lifting the pup’s tail high and setting the egg against him. “Don’t worry though, I’m makin’ sure he can handle what’s comin’,” A chorus of interested hisses and snarls roared out as Swamp Rat pushed the egg roughly into Mooch. At that point he knew he had the lot of ‘em on the hook, so his smile grew a bit wider. Funnily, he also knew he had Mooch on the hook. The sheepdog contributed just as much to the hissing and snarling as the excited crowd. Most importantly though, when Swamp Rat let go of his tail, he immediately tucked it back between his legs in a wasted effort to hide the hints of a growing erection. That didn’t even work or very long. With a flick of a switch, Swamp Rat got that weird little egg vibrating, and Mooch couldn’t even keep up the snarling or hissing. He was whimpering. “Ha! What’d I tell ya’?” Swamp Rat gave the angry pup another playful smack on the rear, making sure that the toy was lodged good and deep, just to be safe. He was wriggling something fierce now, in an effort to get it out, putting up just as much of a fight as advertised for the crowd and raising his tail up for them as an added bonus. “That said, if you want somethin’ with just a little less fire, how about you boys check out our next product!” He smiled up at the crowd. By this point some of them were coming out of the brush to really have a look. One in particular was already eyeing the next pup in question. He was another old friend, a large boa by the name of Cydney. The snake had cozied up to the pup in fact, close enough to look him in the eye and get him shaking. That sadly spoiled Whizzer’s little party trick before the rat could even advertise it. With a fearful whimper, he was letting loose all over himself. He tried to press his hind legs together and back away from the snake, but there was no stopping the flow once it started. “A-ah…. I-I’m sorry Mr. Rat… I couldn’t…” He kept whimpering while he peed, sending up a nice, pungent steam around him as it splashed the boardwalk. Swamp Rat gave him a smack and a little pet. It wasn’t really clear to either of them if it was meant to say he was doing a good job or to punish him, but either way it just got Whizzer shaking and pissing harder. “Heh, as you can see, this boy’s got a bit more spirit than our little Dipstick over there, but it’s a bit less of a fierce spirit than his pal.” He glanced up and winked at the snake that was greedily surveying the pup. “No less hot though, am I right?” The trickling died down soon after, but the whimpering was only growing more intense. Not just from Whizzer too, Steven was getting even friendlier with Dipstick and a few of the smaller members of the swamp community, some of Swamp Rat’s poker buddies, were swarming around Mooch for a closer look. All three pups were twitching now, and by Swamp Rat’s measure, more than ready to start up work. That meant it was time to close. “So!” The rat shouted above the hissing and snarling crowd, calling all attention back to him as he strode past the pups and back toward his office nearby. “If’n ya’ll would like to line up, I’m happy to discuss terms.” Casually, he set himself on an old little chair, putting his feet up and calling out. “First come first serve, and ‘eh, trust me you’ll want to be first.” He winked at his larger friends for emphasis. He was wise enough to know the pups were in for a rough first day with how they were looking. That got people discussing nicely. Soon enough, bids were being discussed all over, that made him grin nearly ear to ear. At least, he was grinning until a bit of an extraneous comment caught his ear. “What about that one?” One rat hollered above the hooting of the rest of the crowd. Swamp Rat, surprisingly dropped his smile then, though not for long. He chuckled a bit when he turned to the pup in question. “That one’s not for sale, today anyhow.” He grinned, again, focused on the puppy that he had personally tied to his favorite chair. Lucky smiled back up at him nervously, and then he turned to the crowd. He was starting to question the decisions that had gotten him into this particular mess. He nervously swallowed and waved at the gathered beasts. “Uh, heya guys. I’m just here for uh… moral support.” He smiled at the other tied pups. Mooch was glaring at him with what little energy he had left, but Whizzer and Dipstick were thankfully distracted by the rest of the crowd. Soon Lucky was distracted too. Swamp Rat grabbed him by the collar and made sure his attention was all on him. “Now don’t sell yourself short, Lucky.” He grinned wide enough that Lucky couldn’t help but stare at his jagged teeth even when he turned back to the gathering customers. “Why, without this pretty boy, none of this would be possible. And trust you me, he’s the real star of the show here.” He laughed, giddy in a way that made Lucky’s eyes roll and his stomach churn. “I bet if I put him up there, he’d be makin’ more than the whole lot!” Lucky shivered at that thought. “Hey, that wasn’t part of the deal…” In spite of his complaint, his tail started to wag a little. He’d gotten used to being treated like property at this point. It had been a long time since he’d accidentally wound up selling his body to the rat, enough that he was desperate for more. So, when Swamp Rat tugged on his leash and pulled him close to his groin, all sense left him quickly. “Hey! Weren’t you listenin’, pup, I already said I got first call on ya.” He chuckled again, and it still made Lucky’s stomach churn, but now that the pup’s nose was pressed against the rat’s surprisingly hefty balls, he didn’t care about that anymore. He barely even cared when Swamp Rat stopped speaking to him and started talking to the customers again. “We’ll talk about his turn on the walk another time, for now, while the prized pup gets to work, how’s about some bids for the runners up!” The crowd finally broke into their bidding in full. Soon enough Swamp Rat was swarmed with offers ranging from old spare tires to twisted metal junk to discarded bags of kibble, some even with bits of food still sitting at the bottom. Swamp Rat took the bids with as much gusto as he could from his seat, Lucky didn’t pay much attention to that part of the business though. He was focused on his end of the bargain. His tongue ran over the rat’s balls like it was instinct, soaking in the warm scent of the filthy creature. It made his eyes flutter. The way he cuddled against the package and worked the rat’s warm dick from the sheathe demonstrated that the rat wasn’t lying about his skills or his passion for that matter. He really couldn’t explain it, and would absolutely refuse to if he was asked, but for some reason he had absolutely fallen in love with the feeling of the rat’s fur and the taste of his dick. In fact, he’d fallen in deep enough love to sell his brothers just for the experience. Lucky’s mind fluttered back as his vision blurred. It had been a deal for a quick toy or something at first. He didn’t even remember what he’d gotten from Swamp Rat the first time. When he was ordered to clean his balls in exchange for whatever it was, he’d done so just expecting a quick, dirty chore. The first time he’d even been kind of shy about it. Once he got his first taste of cum though, there was no going back. He was shaking now even thinking about it, and he was eagerly licking up the rat’s pink cock for another taste. That wasn’t even getting into everything else. Swamp Rat knew a good mark when he saw one. So once he had the pup on the hook it was deal after deal made for more. Getting the rat to jerk him off had cost him five pounds of kibble, and getting his ass played with had taken nearly a dozen squeaky toys. Even getting to suck the rat off usually came with a fee now, but today was special. He threw it in as a bonus by Lucky’s guess. “Hooey! I think your pals may just make enough to square us out after all!” Swamp Rat reached down and pet the eager puppy, breaking him from his stupor for just a moment. “From the looks of it, they may have just earned you your turn after all.” Lucky glanced up at Swamp Rat while he examined a piece of scrap in his paw. “Give me a sec, I gotta count this up…” Lucky bit his lip and growled quietly. He tried to calm himself by pressing his face more eagerly against the rat, but it didn’t help. Anxious, he glanced at the other pups, eager to see the action. All three of them had animals lined up around them now, and all three of them were already getting used. Dipstick was already getting taken roughly, and he clearly loved every second of it. His eyes had rolled almost all the way back in his head and his tongue was hanging out in the dopiest expression. The gator on top of him was stretching him wider than Lucky ever thought he could have stretched, and at the same time he was absolutely going to town on the pup. All Dipstick did was lay limp and yip though. His tail barely even wagged in spite of how much his dribbling dick showed he was losing it. Whizzer on the other paw was harder to read. Cydney had him on his back while his tongue darted teasingly over the pup’s rear and balls. Whizzer was just as hard as Dipstick, but he wasn’t cumming. His fur was matted by another wetting that was just finishing up when the snake finally pulled him into position for a good fucking. When the serpent’s strange, double-headed dick finally pressed against him, he was clearly crying from the overwhelming feeling. Both sights made Lucky’s tail twitch, but what was happening to Mooch was what really made him jealous. A whole host of creatures had the sheepdog pup surrounded, including a few frogs and lizards, but also a couple of horny rats. Mooch tried to shake them off while they groped at him and slapped dicks against his face, but with how tied up he was it wasn’t worth trying that hard. Besides, Lucky could tell he didn’t want to try hard anyway. No matter how hard he tried to stop it, his tail was clearly wagging and his cock was even hard than Whizzer’s and Dipstick’s. Lucky could even see his knot. One lucky rat had managed to climb on top of him too, to be the first to claim him. He was humping away like a possessed beast, and every hump made Mooch’s heavy dick twitch against his belly and got the pup fired up for another shake. Lucky couldn’t have been more jealous at the sight. He growled against Swamp Rat, pressing his face roughly against the heavy dick next to his cheek. “Ugh! Come on already!” He whined and reached up a paw to pull the rat closer. Then he turned to glare at him. Swamp Rat quieted him with a bit more petting, but didn’t look at him. “Now now, don’t get your tail in a knot! I’ll be seeing to ya’ soon.” He laughed again. It made his dick twitch and just made Lucky more eager. He was positively shaking while his tail wagged in anticipation. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer. Swamp Rat put down the particularly shiny nut he was handling and finally turned his toothy grin back to the pup. “Yep! Looks like your boys have made me more than enough. So, uh, remind me what we discussed there, pretty boy?” Lucky shivered. Swamp Rat teased him with a paw running along his ear. “Come on, do I gotta say it?” The puppy laughed alongside the rat now. It was silly, but he wasn’t gonna complain if it finally got him was he was after. His eyes started to flutter again as he thought about it, rubbing his face on Swamp Rat’s dick a bit more affectionately. “You were gonna finally screw me right… lay your claim you called it.” “Oh yeah! That was it!” Swamp Rat nodded and his petting got a bit more aggressive. Soon, he was grabbing and pinching at Lucky’s cheeks. “Well then, how’s ‘bout you turn around and get that little money maker up here already.” He nodded and laid back, letting go of the pup and relaxing. With a shove just before he laid back, he’d pushed Lucky away from his dick and sent him stumbling. That meant the puppy had just enough time to admire it from a distance before he finally got to feel it. Lucky chose not to waste too much more time though. He’d already spent much of the last month admiring the cock. By this point he was too desperate to think about waiting. He turned around and backed right up against the rat without a moment’s hesitation, eagerly pressing it against his asshole and sending tingles up his spine. Normally Swamp Rat was happy to tease, but the way he grabbed Lucky’s tail once it was in reach sent the clear signal that he was just as eager for the pup as the pup was for him. He didn’t even tease when he started to help aim Lucky’s rear. He stretched and rubbed him with clear, focused intent before finally sliding in. Lucky had joined Dipstick in drooling as he felt the rat’s wet warmth finally slide against him and, eventually, into him. “Hoo boy, I made a good call to save you!” Swamp Rat chuckled one more time, breathily, as he slid Lucky onto him. “Don’t know how much you’ll be worth after I’ve worked out that new car smell.” Lucky tried to think of some retort, but his brain fried about a moment later. Swamp Rat dug his claws into the pup’s hip and pulled him down with a fierce tug. Lucky provided some extra muscle too, slamming himself back and down the moment he got the signal. With a fierce yell, he was finally satisfied. “Ah! Y-yeah! That’s it!” “Fuck!” Another yell joined him. Well, two more actually, but only one managed to say anything coherent. Lucky and Swamp Rat both turned to catch that Mooch had finally broken free of his gag, but at the point, he was clearly not keen to break free of anything more. He shout came with his cumshot. “Fuck!” He swore again as he coated the boardwalk below him, the second rat of the day busy pounding at his hole and drooling. Whizzer had also finally cum, matting his fur more and sending him into whining, incoherent shouts of fear as the snake who was still using him coiled around him. And Dipstick, well, he was on his third or fourth orgasm from the look of it. By this point he was actually just being cleaned up by some of the hungry vermin who were tending to his limp form. Lucky was all but begging to be in the same state. As he looked on his friends, he started to push back harder, squirming and bouncing against the greedy rat who was claiming him. His little dick twitched like mad as it worked its way out, ready to cum any moment. Then, Swamp Rat sat up, and really laid his claim. “Ngh! You sure ya’ want to be just like them?” He grabbed hardly onto Lucky’s collar, leaning forward as he whispered into his ear and started thrusting. “I can see you’d make a real fine toy, my pretty little thing!” He snickered, then hissed as he gripped the pup tighter. Lucky broke then, cumming the moment that Swamp Rat dug his claws into his shoulder. With a shout, he made it clear. “Ah! C-claim me!” He shook, his tail was wagging like crazy as the rat’s thrusting sped up, filling him with something special. The smell of the rat’s sweat, the vicious grip, even the sound of his disgusting snickering and hissing, it was all too perfect. He couldn’t want anything else. “I’m yours!” “Dang right, you are!” Swamp Rat hissed again, still thrusting wildly as he soon joined his pup in cumming. Something feral took over, and hissing turned to chittering, then back to snickering as he filled the pup. “Hooee! You’re gonna carry that stink for awhile, y’hear?! And you’re gonna be all mine!” Lucky nodded, too satisfied to actually respond. His tongue lulled out and he started to drool along with his dick as he eagerly pressed back into the rat. He wasn’t even paying attention to the rest of the deal at this point, satisfied as he was, the other pup’s screams barely registered. “Heh. Good, cause I got at least a day left in me.” Swamp Rat ease up his grip, but didn’t pull out. When he sat back in his chair and put a hand back on his loot, one eye stayed on the pup, and the stretched ass he was filling. The other eye drifted to the other pups. Whizzer had finally been left in his own fluids; with a certain gator approaching him for round two, Dipstick was getting tossed around like a cute little ragdoll with his mouth lazily sitting on some rat’s dick, and Mooch was still swearing up a storm while a pool of vermin kissed and played with his lower half. “Looks like we got a long day in ahead too.” Casually, Swamp Rat swatted his pup’s ass and caught his breath. He’d be ready for the second round himself in no time. --- The day ended with an eager wave and the lights frying. Swamp Rat had finally stood up, happy above his pile of loot, and was sending off his last customer of the night with a smile. “Now don’t be a stranger, y’hear! We’ll be set up good and ready tomorrow!” He laughed as he sent the last rat off. “Only problem now is figuring what to do with all these earnin’s. Maybe get these lights fixed for a longer night?” Casually as ever he strode off the pile and down to the exhausted pup he’d left to send off his last guest. Lucky was breathing heavy and shivering. He was kind of waiting for regret to set in once the Swamp Rat left him alone to stew, but after a good day-long orgasm, he was strangely feeling more than satisfied with his choices. He didn’t even opt to struggle against the leash that kept him stuck there. Though, he did know that he probably should get moving. So, he stood up along with the rat, sliding up against him as he did. “Well, partner, maybe you can decide that later? Me and the guys should probably get home, you know?” He flashed a charming smile at the rat and ran his head under the rat’s paw. “So, uh, if you’ll just unhook us…” What he got back surprised him. Swamp Rat shot him a similarly charming smile and unhooked the leash, but not from his collar. He tugged it down from the chair instead, and took the pup’s collar firmly in paw. “Ac-tu-al-ly,” he smirked, “I don’t like my property to go off site. Security, you know.” He nodded to himself and turned to walk back to his office, and he gave the collar a rough tug in the process. “Tell you what though, you can set up in my office. Might be nice to wake up to nice pillow like yourself.” The act was a bit of a shock, but perhaps not too much of one. What really surprised Lucky was how easily he went along with it. After just a tiny bit of resistance to the first tug, he found himself walking along with the rat without much protest other than a blush. “R-really?” He mumbled as the made it to the steps. In spite of being worn out, his body was suddenly startlingly hot again. “Yes, really!” Swamp Rat turned to shoot him the charming smile again. Then, letting go of the collar, but not the leash, he gave the boy another pet. “Gotta take care of my prized possessions, right?” In spite of himself, Luck blushed even brighter. He rolled his eyes too, dismissing the compliment as bluster, even if it made him feel hot as heck. “Yeah… right…” He laughed a bit and turned back to the other three boys still laid out on the boardwalk. All three of them had more or less passed out now, covered in cum. Even Mooch had no struggle left, his binds undone midway through the day. Lucky couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight and wonder why he didn’t feel any regret about it. He should probably feel guilty right? “What’ll it cost me?” He said it like a thought, but Swamp Rat answered anyway. “Eh, you’ve paid your dues nicely, pup.” Swamp Rat gave him another pat on the head, and then left him. Lucky’s ears perked up curiously and he turned to watch the rat make his final steps into the office. “Now come on in and leave the other toys alone, will ya’? They’ll be fine ‘til tomorrow.” Lucky shivered, unsure what to think until he felt another tug on his leash and saw the rat turn back to him with a smile. When he turned back this time, he made sure to also send another signal, a quick tug on his, once more, hardening dick. With that promise made, and no more price to pay, Lucky was suddenly well aware of why he had no regrets.