Vincent's attitude had just shut off, right around the time his phone had just shut itself off. Only just after booting up; what a cruel joke to play. Looks like he forgot to charge again. Here he was, holding a handheld gimbal with a dead phone, wireless earbuds still looking for the signal, and in his usual, casual fitness get-up of a white tanktop, a pair of blue shorts, and some trainers he bought about a week ago. The feline felt like he looked like an absolute dumbass.

With an annoyed sigh, he unholstered the phone from the gimbal's slot and slipped it back into his gym shorts, beginning to wander down the town's streets as he fumbled with gimbal, frustrated over how he can't even do something as simple as folding it up properly; soon, he just gave up and walked with in-hand awkwardly. Now he felt like a mega-dumbass, but he wouldn't dare having you know that. The street lights dotted down the sidewalk were painting a golden glow over his slender form every several paces. He was an orange cat, his chest revealed by his exposing tanktop was countershaded cream, with an emerald-eyed gaze that usually showed excitement...but tonight, his mood was anything but. It was about a half-hour from his home, and he was nearing a bus stop. He just shrugged; what's the rush? He was out here to do a little bit of cardio...maybe a lot more, if it was for his phone being low on juice.

Right after he passed it, he heard someone go "pffft!"--it was some elephant, giving him a dismissive look. Vincent wasn't sure why that man reacted to him that way, and it even brought down his mood bit. He breathed through his nostrils, and straightened up his back as he walked--he didn't want to think too negatively. He wanted to focus on the bright side of things--he'll remember to plug it in tonight, and who's to say tomorrow wasn't guaranteed? And with that, the cat felt bit more chipper, now.

As he was walked, a couple was walking the opposite direction. Several paces later, as they got nearer, Vincent heard the duck go "Ugggghhhh, this guy," with her weasel boyfriend giving her a reassuring shoulder-rub, widening the gap between themselves and Vincent as they passed by.

Goodbye, joy.

Vincent scratched his ear, looking down dejectedly. This wasn't the type of night he wanted to remember. He stopped by the corner of an alleyway, and leaned against it for a moment, looking up at the sky, the moon obscured by the dark clouds. He felt he might as well gain one of those and let it just pour upon him for the rest of the night. After a small moment of further moping, he leaned off the wall, looking ahead, and the alleyway to his right. It had rained earlier that day, and the spotty nature of that alleyway meant puddles to walk through.

He chose the alleyway. Whatever, at least he'd cut out at least 5 minutes of being out on these joykiling streets. He kept his head down, staring blankly into his shoes as they alternated between stepping on the wet blacktop, and into the shallow puddles strewn about.

BUMP--

"Hey!" Vincent said, bumping into someone. "Watch where you're going, dude!"

The cat was saying all this, to an otter about a little over half-a-foot taller than his 5'8" self, a messy comb-over hiding away his eyes partially, unlike his bare arms which were obviously ripped, his printed-pentagram shirt almost seemed to struggle holding itself upon his broad-pec'd chest. Probably not the kind of person to challenge if you looked like a twig, in comparison.

"Do you hear me?" Vincent condescendingly poked the feet of the gimbal onto the man's chest. "Couldn't you see I was walking, fuckface? Watch your step next time, 'BRO'," he gave another obnoxious nudge into the otter's chest, who simply did the kindest gestures of swatting the gimbal out of Vincent's hands with one backhand, while quickly following it up with another backhand to Vincent's face, knocking him square in the jaw, and having him trip into a puddle.

Vincent rose up on his hands, coughing up the disgusting water. "T...t-that' all you got, b...bro--HHRRRKKK?" The buff otter shoved the arrogant cat back into the puddle, making him writhe wildly as he felt that nasty water going down his throat and up his nostrils.

The lutrine lifted his head up, with Vincent looked absolutely labored from all the struggling.

"My bad," the otter spoke. "I've been having this muscle spasm for the longest time that causes me to toss pussies into the water--" SPLOOSH-- "Like this~" the jockbro grinned, showing that he was a tad bit too intimate in the humiliating process of the cat being forcefully face-flooded once again.

SPLASH--the kitty's face was lifted up, eyes half-lidded, his tongue out as sputtered out water in between his panting.

"See?" the otter asked. Then he brought his face close to the feline's. Vincent started to notice a certain funk coming off of him through his burning nostrils. "'Bro~?'"

Vincent muttered something.

"What was that?" the otter put a hand to his ear.

"Plgghlgghmgghguggh..." he said groggily.

"Hold on! He said he needs more water--"

"NO! Oh my fucking god, please...no..." Vincent suddenly pleaded. The beefcake had noticed the feline was now very close to bawling out. "I just...PLEASE, just lemme go!"

"Hold on, I'll be right back with my answer--"

"NOO--BBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBbbhbhbhbbrrrl!" The buff man casually dunked him back into he puddle, jokingly stroking his chin for a moment, all while he heard the desperate, muffled screaming of the poor kitty wrestling in the water.

Then, he lifted his face up once again. Vincent was coughing violently, his face just utterly drenched. After a few more softer coughs, the feline begun to weep.

"Awwww, poor little--" SMACK-- "Shut the fuck up," the otter gave him a surprise slap to the face with his free hand, the feline suddenly quieting himself into trembling whimpers.

"Now you LISTEN here, you little fuckface," the otter gripped the fur on the back of Vincent's head tight for a second, causing him to let out an instinctive "MmmRAOW!" in pain. The otter had on that sinister grin on his face again. "It sounds like someone got a little too confident with their head stuck up their ass, and I'm here to FIX that little problem. I think it'll be beneficial for you if I make an EXAMPLE out of you. And don'chu worry, you're free to go once I'm done with ya."

"W-what are ya gonna do to m--"

SPIT--

SPLOTCH~!

A thick wad of saliva hit Vincent straight on his brow, his body trembling as he felt the thick, bubbly substance ride down over his eyelid.

"That was just the appetizer; think of that as a hint for what's to come."

"HELP! Someone HELP me!" Vincent cried out to the passersby at the other end of the alleyway. Nobody had paid him any mind.

The otter chuckled. "'Help, someone help me!,'" he reiterated in a mocking fashion. "Why do you sound like a whimp? How far did your balls drop, two inches? Two centimeters? Maybe I should check for myself," the beefy dude went for Vincent's moist shorts with his other hand.

"NNYYYAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! AAABHBHBHBHBHBHBHBBBLBLBLBLBLB--" his face felt water again, then ripped back out into the nightly air--"HHEEEEELLLLPPP MEEEEEEE!"

The cat started crying again, and then happened to FINALLY see someone stop to check what was going on, someone similar to his own build. Vincent saw the concerned look on his face--

"PLEASE call the police! I'm being ASSAULTED! He's TRYING TO RAPE ME!"

"Oh, hey Ricky!" the guy waved with a smile.

"Hey, Brad!" Ricky casually greeted him right back.

"OOOOOHH NNNOOOOOOOOhoooohhooohhhooooooo," Vincent cried out.

"What are you doing to that cat--OHHHHH, it's THAT bastard?" Brad broke out into laughter. "Dude, I thought you were torturing someone who was worth a shit. Hey, ‘you gonna be at the gym tomorrow?"

"Of course," Ricky beamed. "There’s never a good excuse not to come, anyway!"

"Haha, yeah. Well, I'm off. See ya!" Brad saluted with a forefinger.

"Alright, man," the otter chuckled as his friend walked away.

"T-this is the worst day of my life..."

"Whaaaaat? Why the long face, bro? What I'll do to you isn't all THAT bad; I've done worse to other folks. Plus, it's only a night."

"Y-you're gonna p-p....POUND me?"

"Yup. And also chop off your thumbs, feed your toes to the roaches, and put your eyeballs on a stick like good ol' marshmallows."

"No, NOOO--MMMMPH~!"

Ricky smothered him with a massive hand. "Call for help one more time." The otter dropped his hand from Vincent's face. "Do it one more time, and see what happens." Vincent simply stared into the eyes of his assaulter, stricken with fear as he nervously gulped.

...

"Gooooood kitty~ That's it," Ricky praised.

Ricky and Vincent walked out of the other, busier end of the alleyway, side-by-side...with his hand in the cat's pants.

The otter did not care at all about the predicament he put the cat into--he knew it was justifiable payback. Little bastard bumped into him, and then caused a scene? Oh NO, no, nooooo...although he was counting on it~ Ricky felt like he won the lottery, idling around in the alleyway. Sure, there were several people walking through there, some who fit his preference of small, meek twinks, but there was just something missing...it was way too easy to bully just some pencilneck into doing what he said. What he wanted was a skinny bitch who tried to challenge him, as pathetic as it was for them~ Luckily, it seemed this kitty here had checked all the right boxes~!

Vincent constantly shook and twitched ever so often, his face telling one of fear, his hard dick telling one of bliss~ The gymbro jock had a toothy grin, as he continued pumping that pussycock, naturally giving it the right amount of grip strength, his hand tugging on the admittedly decently-sized shaft (although STILL not as big and fat as his~), stroking from base to head, the latter of which was given a palm-sweep everytime as Ricky twisted his wrist slightly to ensure the precumming tip was given maximum massagery~

He heard the small feline gulp as they made their way down the block, toward the busier part of town, and already they were given an audience. Ricky was reveling in every gaze that passed by them, wrought with looks of disgust, wonder, admiration, shock, ALL of which were on Vincent, and it was SOOOO good to see~...even he was starting to pop a boner, and the best thing about it, was that people paid no mind~ Who was going to stop him? Of all the various musclebound folks around here, he was the biggest, and the meanest of them all...not to mention the stankiest~ Any challenger was better off getting on their knees and demanding that he pull out his fat sweaty otter schlong, instead...and he could of gotten that over with with Vincent, but ohhhhhhhh, did he had other plans~

"H-hhnnnNNNGGHHMMMMFFF...t...take a r-r-RRNNNGGHHMMGFFFFIIiiight, here~," the cat pointed to a crosswalk on their right, the two of them crossing the street as the stopped traffic looked on at the degrading display. Vincent seemed to have some sort of inner mascocism, because even though he was whimpering and crying, he couldn't help but bring himself to look at every reaction he had magnetized upon him. Ricky thought that it was a bit odd, but let out a belly laugh, still content with how the cat's public humiliation was going~ Vincent's fought hard to maintain his balance as they crossed the street, what with his knees threatening to full-on buckle as he felt the lutrine grip his meat a bit tighter~

Eventually, they made it into the quiet suburbs. Aside from the sounds of crickets and footsteps, Vincent's "Hnnnnggh"ing and "NNnnngggh"ing broke into the peaceful, nightly silence.

"Shhhh, you're gonna wake the neighbors," Ricky smirked, making Vincent involuntarily meow as he stopped tugging his cock, now just gripping it tight and snug, giving it suffocating squeezes every few seconds, which made his victim rhythmically freeze and moan, all the while~ "Sounded like you had a nice walk back there~"

"I d...d-did," the cat sniffled.

"That's good~ I can tell your little kitty here REALLY enjoyed it, hehe~ I think it was happy to get all the stares given to it, especially the part where that lady in her car thought you had a 'cute, tiny lil' pecker~' 'Member that? How she spent the time to roll down her window, poke her head out, and say that, all with a smile on here face? Laughing, too? I 'member~"

Vincent rubbed his moist eyes, maw widening in sobbing agony.

"Handkerchief~" the otter said, his freehand patting upon his armpit, which had been dripping with sweat on the way to here~ Actually, Ricky's ENTIRE shirt was fucking SOAKED~ The gymbro always became sweaty whenever he got excited, and the perfect thing was, was that Vincent's face was at armpit level~ The cat whiiiiined, not wanting to put his face back in there-- 

"MEEOWWRRRMMPH~!"

"Shut the hell up n' dry your tears," Ricky had aggressively shoved Vincent's muzzle into his pit, which had small clusters of steam escape upon facial impact~ FUUUUUUCCCK, did he enjoyed the sensation of his pits being rubbed~ He grinned as he felt the feline's nose tickle him with constant sniffing, before his tongue came along to slurp up the excess sweat festering there, which only made him smile wiiiide~ Then, he let go of Vincent's face, which was shot with humiliation, as steam rose up from his sweat-wet nose~

"Hey, are we close?"

"Y-yeah," Vincent grimaced. "Right here," he pointed at the house a couple feet ahead. They turned, and headed up the stairs.

"Ahh, thanks for taking me home, fuckboy~" Ricky massaged the cat's cock with several, sensual strokes~

"NNnnngghhfff, y-you're welcome," his knees went weak as he reached inside Ricky's pocket, pulling out some keys. He brought them toward the doorknob, inserted a key into its lock, turned, then opened the door.

Inside, there was a stairway straight ahead, and to the left was the living room, filled with the usual works...a flatscreen, a table, a sofa...and Vincent's college graduation photo.

If it weren't anymore obvious, this was the cat's home, and Ricky was sure to make it his own~

"Oh!" Vincent was pushed forward, as Ricky slammed the door behind them, locking it. He observed the cat nursing his crotch, awwwwww~ The cat shivered with fear, panting shakily. "W....what are we gonna do, now~?"

"Don't play dumb; up the stairs. Now!" He saw Vincent twitched from his shout as the cat hurriedly made his way up the stairs as he closely followed suit.

SPANK--

"MRRAOW!"

"FASTER," Ricky demanded, after having given the kitty a swift smack on his ass~ "Mmmmph, your bottom feels firm~ I bet you got a tight lil' ass, doncha, bitch~?"

"Hnnnff, I-I don't know sir--"

"YES you do."

"Y-yes I do," Vincent nodded as they made their way to the second floor, with the cat nervously beelining ahead, opening the door into his bedroom. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of hexagon lights along the right wall. To the left, laid a bed, sitting against the opposite wall, which had a window. Right ahead of them, was a desktop setup, with the usual roster of monitor, mouse, computer chair, and such amenities. Ricky thought this little pussy had a decent eye~

Vincent walked forward a couple steps. "How did I get myself into this..."

Ricky swatted a hand against the back of Vincent's knees, making him cry out in pain as he fell to his knees and onto the carpet, below. The otter slammed the door behind him, then walked around to face the cat, who just looked hopeless~

The otter snickered as he saw Vincent look up at him with pleading, kitty eyes~ He found that so sweet, he loved putting assholes like him in their place, revealing their true selves to him~ He gripped the rim of his wet tanktop and pulled it off of himself, with the noisy sound of

SSQQQQQKKKRRQQQRRRLLLLLLCCHHHH

filling the room as he removed it off of his sweaty body, with perspire-drops pitter-pattering onto the once-clean carpet below.

"Open up, faggot~" Ricky demanded, and Vincent obliged, his maw open wide as the otter proceeded to grip each end of his shirt with each hand, raised it over Vincent's face, and proceeded to WRIIIIIING it hard as a TON of sweat rained upon the cat, showering him with dungy perspiration, immediately having the cat surrounded in steam~ Ricky wrung it again, and another round of sweat doused Vincent, who began to cough.

"REMAIN OPEN."

"Mrreoowhhlhlhlhhlhlhlhlh," Vincent trembled on his knees as his eyes were closed, taking the brunt of Ricky's successive shirt-wringings, until there were only a few drops left. Then, he snapped out the shirt, and tossed it onto his sub's face with a sounding SPLORTCH~!

He pulled out a phone, which had Vincent smiling and flexing his pitifully-small arms as the password wallpaper while Ricky typed in the password, and opened up the camera app. The cat was now illuminated in the bright camera light as Ricky aimed it toward him, and clicked the record icon. 

"What are you?"

"Uhm uh fhhghmm..."

"What didju say?"

"UHM UNM FUGUMMMH..."

"WHAT?"

"UIH MMFF AMF FAUGGUUHTTMMPPHHH..."

"GOOOOOD, GOOOOD BOOOY~ Good little faggot~" he tucked the shirt into Vincent's maw with his fingers, which made the feline hack~

"Fuck yeah...that's fucking hot~" Ricky commented, before HOOKKKKKKKKKKKK-TFFFTTTT'ing a MASSIVE wad of saliva onto the cat's shirted face, the bubbling glob running down from his forehead and onto his nose~

"Remember who OWNS you now, Vincent~" the otter ended the video, placing the phone onto the nearby desk behind him.

Then, he untied his gym shorts, letting them drop as he kicked them off his ankles. The otter stood, hands on his hips, looking down at his massive member, which throbbed hard as it jutted outward, fat in its girth, heavy in its weight, much like the pair of balls which dangled between his legs.

Vincent sniffed, then hacked, still shirtfaced--"W-whuh ghuh FUUGMF ih ghah~?"

"What the fuck is that~?" Ricky reiterated, approaching right in front of the submissive kitty. "You should see for yourself~"

Vincent pinched the corners of the shirt, and peeled it off of his face with a sounding SQUUUIIICCKKKKEEELLLLCCHHpht~! And as it noisily plopped onto the floor, his eyes widened, then winced in an immediate grimace--the smell was coming from Ricky's cock, and the cat couldn't help but let out a "Bleeeeegggggghhh...," holding his nose.

"Oh come on, it isn't THAT bad," Ricky said.

"Do I HAAAAVVE TO...?" the cat whined.

"Well let me list things I'll do to you if you don't," Ricky put out a his pinky as he tapped it with his other hand, ready to give him a rundown of the unspeakable acts he'll--

"NO! FUUUUUUUCCKK...god FUCKING dammit..." Vincent's shoulders bobbed, as if ready to cry again. "Why do you stink so baaaadddd?"

"The smell is natural, you'll grow to appreciate it~ Put your hand down," he swatted Vincent's hand away, before gripping his own cock, and stroooooked it back, thus

SssssQQKSRHSLWrshlltssSSSQQUUEEEEEEEEEEELLCCHHHH~...

Peeeeeeeling back his foreskin, which was so soft and stretchy it was able to be fully pulled back nearly a third of Ricky's length, and as he had uncovered what lied within, thicc puffs of steam spewed out from off of every bit of naked penisflesh, the air around his crotch getting increasingly muggier as it was unveiled to the cat a ghastly sight of an unpeeled phallus COMPLETELY covered in smegma~ Vincent's eyes rolled nearly about to faint before his gag reflex caught him from dropping out of consciousness, coughing hard all over Ricky's meat, only for his body to convulse and let out empty hurls; that was painful.

Ricky was grinning, moaning and smirking through the whole ordeal~ SNNNNNNNNNNNNFFFF, went his self-indulgant nostrils, huffing in the golden cockcheese stench that was starting to pervade the room~ "I didn't shower for a week," Ricky started. "Went to gym for four hours each day, gooned to gay porn for another four, and always made sure to tuck it in everytime I came~"

Vincent had been going through another violent coughing-and-gagging fit while he heard his dom's disgusting treatment of his dick, and was now leaning against the side of the bed, teary-eyed, blushy-cheeked, panting loudly, utterly exhausted from just retching, alone~

"Don't sleep on me, wimp~" Ricky snapped his fingers at him. "Up. Worship cock~"

After some hesitance, the cat sat up, and scooched on his knees towards that foreshortened sight of a plump dickhead crowned in zombified cum. He simply stared at it, as if reflecting on his life's choices.

Suddenly, planted his massive hand upon Vincent's head, and punted his face HARD against his own smegschlong, the direct contact of cheese-on-nostril made the cat's stiffen up, his haywire fur rasied as his tail shot up, rigid in shape.

Ricky then tilted his head upon his member, feeling that cute kittyface being smeared against the cockcrust, crumbs of the filth breaking away as the gummier goonergarbage underneath clung to his face, much of it hugging onto his nose as continued to forcefully nuzzle that face upon his nasty tip~

"If you don't start sniffing now~..." the otter started~

SSNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--he felt the nasally air snorted up by Vincent, the golden stankmist entering the cat's sinuses, surely fucking him up royally while he still pinned that face against his cheesstick~

"Harder~"

SSNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT--"Haaaahh, haaaaah," Vincent breathed.

"HARDER~"

SSNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT--"Haaaahhh...a-aaaahhhh...hhhaaaAAaaaAAAaaaahhhhhhmmMMMMRAAOOWW~!"

Ricky PREESSSSEEEEDDD the feline's face hard against his dairycrusted bellend for a moment, before releasing his grip~ The tall jockbro stared down at his cute, little weakling, seeing him sitting still, as if all the rebellious and resistant energy from before had been spent, utterly defeated~

The kitty looked up at him half-lidded eyes, his face, most noticeably his nose, chalked up with the rotten crustslop, the golden stankmist now emanating off of his own snoofer~ Ricky swore that he must have seen hearts pulsating in the kitty's eyes~

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpphh~" the otter smirked. "You look pretty, but I need to make you look GORGEOUS," he trailed off into a mischevious chuckle~ "New task: Snort up every last bit of smegma off along the back of my dickhead's crown~," Ricky directed, hovering a finger over the thick, chunky ring of cheddar, much of it housed right up against and behind the aformentioned 'crown' of the dickhead, which could also be known as the 'bump' of the dickhead~

Quickly, Vincent's tiny hands pouunced against those bold, buff thighs of his Baradaddy, bumped his face upon that dirty dick, making sure his nose was hovering right over the bump of that juicy cocktip, and began to SSNNNNNOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRTTTTT HARD and LOUD, the smelly chunks of dried cum breaking apart and sucked into his filthy nostrils as he closed his eyes and brought out his tongue, his face now one of submissive bliss as he HUFFED DEEEEEEPLY again, inhaling more of the crystallized sperm~

The dominant twink-abuser felt the cold air finally hitting much of the previously-smegged cock, simply amused by such a reversal of moods showcased by his sub, feeling the crown of his dickhead becoming a taaaaaaad lighter as that little kitty nasally wolfed down chunky crumbs of that nasty slop~

"Stop~" Ricky demanded. "Let me see~"

Vincent stared up at him, his eyes wet with tears, his nose absolutely CHEESED UP, even moreso than before as the cat's face was now had its own, thick cloud of golden smegmiasma~ The amount of cockcrust was so dense in his nasal cavities that he was resorted to audibly panting, with steamy plumes of hot pussy breath flying out of his maw, which smiled, only adding to whole impression that he was giving the lutrine a thousand-yard stare~...but the more Ricky stared back, it became apparent that the cat seemed to have undergone a braindrain, as though his own cockfilth had enacted in lobotomy of his loyal feline~ The tears on Vincent's eyes were almost as though they were the last vestiges of the kitty fighting the good fight, to keep his integrity intact, only for him to ultimately lose it all and stand before him~

Ricky wanted to see more confirmation, so he took a couple of steps back to see something else~...and his suspicions were right~ There, between the palm-laid knees of the cat, was a rockhard boner, actively throbbing HARD~

"D-did I do a good job~?"

That question snapped Ricky out of his trance~ He took one good look at his own cock, seeing the crown of it absent of smegma, before looking back at the smegnosed loser~ "You did a GREAT job~"

The otter's cock THROBBED HARD as he took in the recent developments before him, how he knew it was worth all the effort in simply just not cleaning his cock and letting the grime build overtime~ It always felt great, breaking bitches with his various, disgusting, manly scents, but something about breaking this whore felt SOOO GOOOOD~ Sure, he had crashed into other boyslut's places before (and now they frequently message him for seconds), but this particular cutie made it seem as though all the cosmos had aligned, as though he wasn't meant to use this fag as a pump-and-dump, more of a break-and-conquer~

It didn't help that Vincent looked so adorable and pitiful, to look like a scatterbrained, lost kitty, how only moments ago was he this arrogant tryhard disgrace of a 'dudebro,' and was now regressed into a massive slut, one absent of thought...and if an individual was absent of thought, this meant that they were also absent of control~

"How do you feel right now, faggot~?"

"Guuuuuud~" the cat gave him an open-mawed chesire grin~

Ricky couldn't help but give him back gleaming smile~ This was just soooo perfect~ "Eat your meal~"

SLLLRRRPPPP, the obedient feline swiped his nose with his tongue, mopping off the majority of the cockcheddar from his snoofer, experiencing the rotten, bitter taste of the goonergarbage festering in his tastebuds, the texture itself a mixture of gummyness and crunchiness~

GULP, he swallowed, then looked up at his Jockmatser~

"Oh FUCK yeah, that's so hot~" the otter commented. "Now suck me clean~"

Vincent complied, and without hesitating did he start orally worshiping Ricky's beefy frankfurt, sending the dom into a moaning fit, the kitty's head being rubbed and petted while he nursed that fat cock, his tongue constantly slipping itself along that fat girth, mildly tickling Ricky as he felt the gunk and muck gradually washed off of his member~ Then, the otter tensed up slightly as his sub gripped his cock and slid his tiny pussylips back and forth along the side of his length, before those lips traaaaiiiillled across his tip for a brief moment, before mirroring the same slurpy actions done to the other side of his meat...only for those smoochers to return front-and-center and clamp down on his dickhead~

"Fawwwwwwkkkk, ddduuuuuuuuuuude~" Ricky leaned his head, his toes scrunching hard in his sneakers as he was blown away from Vincent's compentence, enjoying how that fucking cat was rapidly tongueswiping round and round on his juicy tip, going clockwise from urethra to crown to uretha again, only for those fucking lips to pounce his tip and squeeze hard, causing Ricky to clench his fists at either side, grimacing hard from the intense pleasure~

"What in the HELLLLLLLL, man~" the smelly jockbro said lustrdrunkenly as Vincent smacked his lips off of Ricky's tip~ It took a moment for the otter to gather his bearings, his cock violently jumping in the muggy air as he recovered from the beautiful, immense stimulation he cock had been rewarded with only seconds ago~ Then, he took a gander at his own member, and saw that his servant had smooched, slurped and sucked him clean of his cockcheese, all while a thick spillage of precum freefalled out of his polished tip~

"MMMmmmmmmpphh, heheheheheh," he aggressively smacked Vincent's cheek with his cock. "Good boy~! I should have known you would have licked off every speck, you scrawny twink~ Now you see the benefits of fattening up on your Master's dickcheddar~"

"Yessir~," the pussy smiled up at him.

Ricky still wasn't over the initial rapture of breaking the little bastard~ He roped him in with the handy, one out in public, at that, then made him huff his pits and sweaty shirt to become further used to his smellyness, and then to ultimately win him over with his smegma, properly converting this bicurious pussy into a filthy faggot~

The tall jock whistled--"Up." Vincent stood up, still staring into his eyes. Ricky bore his steamy look right back for a moment longer...and then he suddenly tore off the cat's shirt and tossed it aside as he immediately embraced him and took hold of his lips with his~ Their eyes closed as his tongue sunk deep inside the kitty's maw, feeling his sub's longer, slightly-rougher slurper wrap around his, tasting his own rancid cockflavor still remaining upon that frencher before stacking each other's lips, their faces increasingly wet with perspiration and drool before he finally pulled back, seeing his little cutie panting hard, rubbing his cheek~

PWWFT, PWFT, PWRRT, PTWWRRFTT--the otter spat several, thick globs of saliva right onto the whore's face, before going in for a second round~ The little kitty tasted so good, and was such a good kisser~...all that work of being a straight guy really paid off, it was like he was a natural with a rowdy brute, like himself~ They broke lips again as a thick strand of saliva descended from their wet lips, falling onto Vincent's bulging gym shorts~

Ricky glanced, then thought of an idea~

SLSSH

SSLSSH

sSSLSSH

SSssSSLSSH

SSLSSRRWWSSSH~!

Together on the bed, Ricky, having his shorts and draws around his ankles, aggressively rubbed his hairy asscheeks against Vincent's hard humper, which oozed thick ropes of precum as his dom had his way with him, with the otter enjoying how his beefy manbuns were noisily squicking and squelching with every little motion, continuing to roughly rub his jockbutt back and forth along the tiny cat's crotch, which was always a massive turn-on for the otter~ He enjoyed how easily he can overpower tiny sluts like Vincent with just his size alone, how it took little-to-no-effort to slide his ass back and forth on that little body and feel his dumptrunk take a back-and-forth journey between this twink's belly and thighs, how he knew it must made that feline feel happy to witness his own fagpole nearly sunken into that canyon of manbutt everytime dat ass slid toward him, audibly smacking through all the squickysquelching hotdoggery~!

Vincent simply let loose loud, shaky breaths.

"Haaahhh...aaahhaaaaahhh...aaahhhaahh..aahaaaahhh--HHNNYYRRFF~--!"

Ricky had just pounced his burly booty on top of the poor kitty's small mug, obscuring his upper half as he clenched his fists and just

BWWWMMMBMMBMBMBBMBMBMBMBRRRFFFTTT~!

ROARED a rank anal belch out of his ripe rump, the expulsion of assgas completely enveloping around the sub's face as it was wedged between the jock's buns~ And maaannnnnnnn, did Ricky had to let that one out~

SNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Went the lutrine's nostrils~ It turned him on so damn much, to inhale the smell of that massive veggie dish of broccoli, carrot, onion and garlic all digested and ejected out of his big bumbum~ Ever since he came across that interesting tidbit of how inhaling oneself's flatus made for a healthier heart, he had fallen into EVEN DEEPER LUV with his own braps, ever since~

Then, the otter got into squatting position, and smugly lifted his booty off of Vincent's face with an audible ssqqqquuUUUEEELLCCH, with a gang of strings of mucky assjuice raised off of the cat as Ricky graoned lowly, feeling the strained, hot pants of his bottom's breath brushing against his swampass while salty sweatdrops rained down from his cheeks onto the cat~

"MRRAAOWW~--!" Vincent tensed up from Ricky aggressively seizing his penis in his giant grip out of nowhere~ The Jockmaster chuckled, only able to see a bit of his handiwork past his massive gymbuilt glutes, witnessing a glimpse of the cat's matted fur and desperate eyes~ It even made his massive cock throb to know, without being able to currently see it, that he had left a massive, sweaty assprint upon the pillow and bed~

"Open up and swallow every last one~," Ricky demanded as he stroked the kitty's cute cock, and proceeded to mercilessly

FRNT

BHBT

BRRPP

FFWWMMMFT

FRRNNF

BWWMT

GRRFFFHBHBHBT

BHBHBT

FRRNNRRYYAAANNT

PHHBBTTTT

BHBHBMHHMMMMRRF

BBRRRYYYWWMMMPT~!

Just gassing that slut over and over with thick, dense plumes of gas, the golden bootyvapors crashing into that dutchovenable face, his otter ears perking up as he heard his willing filth-drone audibly gulping down giant glugs of the rancid anal-air~ Then, Ricky gruuuuunnnted as he grimaced, his tummy GGRRUUUUMMMBLING for a moment before he opened his eyes in ahegaoing fashiom just as his fartbox unleashed a 

BWWWMMMLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRBHRHRHRLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRWWWWHHHNNRBRHHHRBRBT~!

It sounded as though the gymbro's asshole screamed a long horn note, with the eye-tearingly humid and violently-vibrative gust seeming to have just done the trick for Vincent, whose hips began to jump, causing Ricky to soon have his attention be set up the stiff feline phallus he kept a rough grip on, feeling the bed bouncing slightly from the cat's tiny ass violently jumping about as the gripped penis felt hella rigid, which predictably led to it


SQQUUUIIIRRT

SSPPLOOORRT

SPLUT

SPLOT

SPLORT~!

"Whoooaahhooohoooaaa~!"

The first ropes of Vincent's orgasm had surprised Ricky, the ambushing squirts leaping right into his face, all the while the cat's fur became rigid during that hot orgasm, with every successive spunk happily hopping high outta of that fagpole, quickly coating both that slender lap and massive jockbro hand in the goonphlegm~!

"Daaaaammmmmmmn, bro~ I wonder what made you cum, that big brap, or the kinda food I ate~," Ricky commented, as he got off the bed, looking down at the kitty, who looked back at him longingly~ The smelly dom began to orally mop the side of his hand, tasting a good chunk of the kittycum, as his ear perked up--

"Y-you're so hot~"

He stopped, focusing on the cat with a smile. Then, he approached him, and stuck his cummy hand down into the cat's tiny maw, watching the little whore drool the meaty mouthful of cummy otterhand~ "Couldn't catch that~"

"YYUURRKSSH SSCCHHWWWOORRLLKK GGRRHHUUUOOOOUUURRSHHTTshsrt~"

"Hold on a sec," Ricky started twisting his hand back and forth in the cat's maw, with the feline gently holding the otter's massive wrist. Finally, Ricky pulled his hand out of Vincent's mouth, which was dripping wet, coating the cat's sweaty chest in the bubbly saliva~

"I said...," Vincent started, "You're so hot, bro~"

"'Bro~?'"

"Bro~," Vincent sat up as Ricky kneeled down, being in eye contact with the cat~ As his hands gently rose toward the sub's tiny shoulders, he suddenly grabbed him and tossed onto the end of the bed, catching the cat by surprise as he quickly giggled in response~

The shirtless feline soon found himself lied on top of by the shirtless bully, who held Vincent's shoulders with his massive, soft palms~ SMOOOOCH~ Ricky planted a kiss onto Vincent's nose~ "If you really are my 'bro,' then you have to earn the right to CONTINUE calling me as such~"

"W-what shall I do...s-sir~?"

"Hmmmmmmmm~," Ricky sat up, then suddenly had a devilish grin on his face, as he rose his head to look straight at Vincent's computer, after seeing it in his peripheral for quite some time. Curiosity caught him as he rose up off of the bed and approached the desktop, moving the mouse as the monitor came back to life.

He chuckled as he maximized the window for the internet browser, revealing Vincent's online account.

"No--not that! Gehehehehehe~"

Ricky turned around, smirking. "Anything but, huh~?"

"Please, sir...please ruin my life~ You are the absolute best~ I love pleasing you, and I don't want to die~ I'll suck your dick for you in front of everyone, if I have to~"

"You must read me like a book, considering that's exactly what I'm gonna do with you~ But not only that," Ricky pulled back up his undies and shorts, then rustled around in his pocket. "Here"--he tossed back the cat his phone. "I want your passwords. All of 'em. Your social media, emails, streaming services, I want it all~"

"Fuck, sir....s-such a high order--"

"You won't get to suck Daddy's feet again--"

"O-okay, yessir! Arf arf!"

Ricky tilted his head, smiling and perplexed. "You're a puppy, now~?"

"Well, sir...I've been panting constantly, and you keep calling me a 'good boi,' so...I'm just playing the part~!"

"Heheheheehe...that's actually pretty fucking hot~ Good boy~"

"RUFF RUFF~!"

"Hahahahahahhaha~! Now send me those passwords already, loser~"

After about a good minute, Ricky received the message, he opened it up to find:

"Site - Name - Password

MeCast - VincentVlogalot - Password
QuickSnap - VincentVlogalot - Wordpass
TweeX - VincentVlogalot - Wasspord
Tic - VincentVlogalot - Pordwass
FlixNChill - VinceBeef - pAsSwOrD
StreaMax - AlphaPheline - DrOwSsAp
vincentputtyon@fmail.com - Passssword
vincentvlogslot@fmail.com - Woooordpass
tuffkittyyyyy@wahoo.com - IHopeWahooDoesntGetHackedAgain

All for you, Daddy :3"

Vincent had to laugh out loud. "You fucking dumbass, THESE are your passwords? You're so fucking pathetic that nobody hates you enough to hack you with your 5 IQ passwords, hahahahahahah~!" Ricky shook his head from the cat's poor online methods. "So anyway, first order of the first phase of 'VincentVlogalot' will be to strip away any instance of your pussyface from these accounts, including these fucking names. Like bro, I think Satan even flinched from these GOD-AWFUL names. You really thought you had a lotta pull with them, huh~?"

"...I thought wrong, sir~"

"Glad you agree, servant~," then his eyes lit up right after saying that. "Oooooohhhh....," he nodded, as his attention soon went elsewhwere..."And that'll be nice to use~..." ...his attention fixed upon closet right across from himself.

Washed in a bright, white haze of phone light, Vincent was recorded again, the phone put upon a tripod standing at the foot of the bed. Unlike before, this recording was live--it was also seen on Vincent's computer, with the livestream titled 'SHOCKJOCK CHALLENGE ft. some pussy faggot [18+ ONLY].'

Next to the livestream, was a whirlwind of comments being dumped in, constantly causing the column of comments to scroll upward, as a flurry of comments showcased much confusion as to what was happening, joy as to see that the scrawny prick may finally get his comeuppance (and LIVE, at that~), and fear as in concern for the cat's safety.

Soft noises of stuff--possibly clothes--getting rummaged around were heard in the background, while the cute feline remained in bed, his cock now back in his pants, and his cute, little feet were bare~ Some comments noted how he looked somewhat seductive in his spread-legged lying pose, and the strange bedroom eyeing his was making towards someone of interest~

Ricky finally came into frame. "Hey, Ricky here," he gave the phone a salute. "Tonight, we will be showing you all a very important and informational video. Now if you don't recall, this is all meant for educational purposes. Me, and my friend here will be performing exercises that will emphasize the importance of stimulating your senses."

More comments poured in as the views too came racking in--many of them displaying straight-up "WTF" reactions, intrigued by this 'Ricky,' and whatever 'exercises' they may engage in, and judging by the title, some rather obscene ones~

"To start, we'll be needing some 'stimulatory enablers,' and no, it does not include drugs at all." Ricky stood back up, the camera catching him from the neck-down as he sent a sharp whistle to Vincent, who leapt up and off of the bed.

Ricky then jumped onto the bed with a satisfying “UUNNNFF~” as he laid similarly like Vincent, with his legs spread to showcase the visual sandwich of foot-crotch-foot, the bulge in his gym shorts blatantly noticeable, and almost equally-as-distracting was the strange sight of his feet--he was no longer wearing his own sneakers. Rather, his 'new' sneakers being the ones Vincent was wearing moments prior, already ruined by the otter's bigger size, with the threads audibly snapping as Ricky simply moved his feet around in them. His feet, which were now wearing black socks (also Vincent's~) were exposed through the toes and heels of each annihilated trainer~

"Servant," he casually called Vincent with a beckoning gesture, and caught a pair of grey flip-flops. They were about the size of the cat’s feet, and looked well-worn, already having dark footprints embedded into them~ As Ricky went to hold each one in hand, he whistled again.

"Sit in front of my lap."

Vincent pounced the bed, sitting in front of Ricky, really showcasing the size difference between the once-cocky feline and the obviously-stronger, much bigger otter, whose feet stood about half-way the height of the cat's torso~ Unlike the Vincent of before, his hate-watching audience was now amazed from his sudden meekness and much more laid-back nature, as he looked on at the camera with half-lidded eyes, his hands positioned in front of what many deduced a hard boner growing in his shorts~

"Begin," the otter simply stated, as Vincent went to untying one of the stretched shoes. While that was happening, Ricky proceeded to hold one of the flip-flops up to his face and took a DEEEEEEP 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRFFFFFFFFF~

"Haaaaaahhh, FUCK~" Ricky sighed, and Vincent's fur suddenly froze upward as he let loose a tiny "MRAOW~!" before relaxing and purring luvingly, with many speculating that he may have been spooked by Ricky's bulge rubbing up against his tiny booty after enjoying quite a gross, hearty sniff of those old flip-flops~

"As you can see," the otter began to elaborate, "The strong olfactory qualities of these socks really accelerate the flow of serotonin within my body, making me feel happy~ As you can see here, my exercise partner is in the process of removing my stimulatory inhibitors~" he watched just as Ricky removed the first sock, unveiling a thick plume of steam to be unleashed out of their shoe-bound prison~

"Mmmmmph godDAMN, what a relief," Ricky wiggled his toes in the torn, stretched black sock~ "Hold on, I need to maintain my dopamine levels--"

SNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT~

Ricky snorted the other flip-flop of Vincent's, while the cat had just finished untying the remaining sneaker, already in the middle of removing it~ Soon, he took it off, and another puff-cloud of steam rose up off of the large foot, with the big otter moaning hard~

"Those were some ill-fitting olfactor-lockers," Ricky said in a mockingly-pretentious tone, smirking from saying such stupid bullshit as he wriggled his socked piggies around~

Ricky went to dip both flip-flops onto his snoofer and sniffed HAAAARRRRDDDD, while Vincent rubbed the otter's socked feet that remained posted at either side of him~

"How long were these worn~?"

"A-about four years~," Vincent replied back modestly~

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, BRO~" SNNNRRFF, SSNNNNFF, SSNNNNRRRRRTTT~! "For tiny feet, they make SUUUUCH a goooood fuggin' smell~"

"Thank you, bro~" Vincent grinned wide~

"Yeah yeah, peasant...now sit on Daddy's waist and worship my feet~ We're here to educate, not procrastinate~"

Vincent scooched himself back onto Ricky's tummy, his ass faggishly jutted up  against the otter's jocked torso, his legs wrapped around Ricky's waist as he tended to his feet~

"Make sure to do it right, puppy~"

"Arf, arf~!" the silly kitty barked~ Then he pushed Vincent's feet together, and began to crazily sniff all over those ruined black socks, the steam from them visibly vacuumed into his tiny, pink nose, his tiny hands playfully running up and down the sides of those big stompers while giving them soft squeezes, the two just LOST in each other's FOOTSTANK as the livestream continued on~

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~" Vincent adorably growled~ This made Ricky humorously grin~

"What is it, boy~? You don't like seeing those socks hiding my feet, huh~?"

"GRRRRRRRUFF, RUFF~! RUFF, RUFF RUFF~!"

Ricky couldn't hold back his laughter~ "Ahahahahaha~! C'mon boy~ Tear those socks off, USE those gnashers~! Be a good boy and you'll get a good treat~"

"ARF ARF ARF ARF~! GRRRRRRRR...RRRRAAAGH~!" Vincent's mouth pounced on both of Ricky's socked big toes, succing on them briefly before using his mouth to pulllllll the cloth upward, the socks soon riiiiidung up onto Ricky's heels as he continued to remove the destroyed black socks with his kitty teeth, and soon fully-exposed were the heels, then the wrinkly soles, all while a SLOW, NOISY 

SSKSKSSKSKSKSQLQSKQSSSQQUUUEEEEEEEEELLLLLCCCCHHH

Was heard, Ricky's feet noticeably shiny and very steamy as Vincent finally ripped the socks off of those alluring stompers, fully exposing them as his steamy toes now wriggled out comfortably in the open, while Vincent shook his head, violently waving the socks around in the manner of a dog before tossing them out of frame~

"Awwwwwwwwww~" Ricky cooed--

SPANK--

"GGRRRRRRMMMMRRAAOOOWW~!"

"Gooooood boooooy~" the otter praised, after having giving the cat a good smack on the ass~ "So, what you've witnessed was the potential of using your sense of touch to gain what you want~" Ricky wriggled his toes again~ "Now, my partner will move on to demonstrating the sense of taste and the wonders you can get from it~ But first, I need stimuli maintenance--"

Ricky snapped his fingers--Vincent jumped off the bed, and came back up like a puppy, holding his slippers in his teeth~ Ricky retrieved them, and snapped again--"Begin~"

Vincent hopped back onto Ricky's torso and lap, and held the lutrine’s feet together again as he FEVERISHLY went

SLURP

SCHULP

SHHLLLP

SCCHLLUURP

SCHULPP

SLLUURRP

SLURP

SCHLUP

Just licking the HELL out of Ricky's steamy jockfeet, quickly lathering them up in the thick globbery of his saliva, drool running down from the toes onto the soles as Vincent wolfed several of those wrigglers down in his maw at a time, his tongue swirling around them with his eyes closed as he savored in the flavor, all while Ricky was already sniffing Vincent's fluffy slippers hard, his eyes rolling back as he was in luv with the smell~

"These slippers...such a great source of ecstasy~ Make sure if you have a pair to dig your nose DEEEEP into the slippers, like so--" SSSNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFTTTT--

SSSLLRRSSHKK

SSCHHUULLKKK

SSSCCHHKRRLLSSH

SSCCHHHUUUCCCKK

Vincent was busily sucking the hell out of Ricky's toes, and finally smacked his lips off of them, witnessing them completely steamy and salivated in his slobber, panting like a puppy before moving one foot to the side and proceeded to run his tongue up and down the side of it, tasting the salty sole, from heel to toe~

"Damn, I think I'm getting a little to 'blissful' down there, ehehehhe~" Ricky then dug into his shorts, and PULLED out his fat cock from underneath Vincent's tiny bottom, letting it hotdog and THROB against the cat's crack, its precumming tip exposed to the viewers as he started running his fat tongue along the fluffy surface of the slippers~

Vincent was now on the other foot, pounding the side of it with kisses before succling each bit of that meaty side of jockfoot, leaving bubbly-drool marks from heel to big toe, his eyes just lost in the addicktiveness of Ricky's feet~

It was only a matter of time before Ricky decided to catch a glimpse of the stream on Ricky's monitor, and witnessed his feet absolutely SLATHERED in goopy drool, arousingly shining in the video~

"FUUUUUCK, dude~ You did such a good job, worshiping these feet, you slutty faggot~" Ricky tossed the flip-flops and slippers aside~ "Alright, enough of that~ Gimme head, bro~"

Vincent obediently got up from succing on those squeakycleaned stompers, turned around while on all-fours, and immediately returned his maw onto Ricky's phallus, the view obscured by his tiny kitty ass in view, his tail throbbing high in the air as he worshiped his Master~

"HHHOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFFFFFUUUUUAWWWK, BRO~! GIVE ME THAT STIMULI, HHNNNNRRRFFF," Ricky spoke through his teeth, steam shooting out of his snout as he directed his eyes back to his sub, holding the back of his head as Vincent kept pumping his head up and down on his pole, the sensation of it all made Ricky's eyes roll back, his shiny toes curl and glistening soles wrinkle in pure, homosexual ecstasy~

"Guys..." he tried to speak through the wonderful sensations the cat was giving him, only able to bring up a finger to point down at him, shaking his head with a tongue-out smirk~ "Dopamine's always--HRRRNNNFF--GUD with a partner~ HOOOHOHOHOOOOYEEEAAAH, dude~ Fondle with those balls, SUCC on 'em--oh--OOOOOOHHHHHEEEHEEHEEEEEHHYYEEAAAAAAAHHH~!" Ricky craned his head back, sinking it into the pillow, eyes rested upon the ceiling for a moment before he gathered his bearings and looked back down at the sexy view on he and his feline friend were able to witness~

On the monitor, the comments were coming in at a maddening pace, the text constantly scrolling as quick glimpses of messages were displaying a mixture of shock, lust, along with a smorgasbord of petrified emojis, flying sweatdrops and rows of eggplants being crammed into the growing number of simultaneous commenters, the viewcount reaching an astronomical FOUR MILLION VIEWS  and counting as they saw a big, buff lutrine making funny faces while his glistening toes danced as a tiny cat was going down on him~

"C'mere," Ricky seized Vincent's face in his hand and HOKKKKKKKK’d up a loogie, PFFFT'ing it hard into the cat's face, presumably his maw judging from the angle as the two soon took hold of each other's lips and tongues, with Vincent now sitting on Ricky's lap, the massive dom's giant boner throbbing hard against that tiny ass as the two made oralicious luv~ They mopped each other's noses, slurped each other's cheeks inside and out, coating their chins in drool as they let their lust run wild, feeding off of each other's alluring libido, taking each other's vibrations vocalized through mutual moaning, just in their own little world while the bigger world watched~

"You are so good to me, sir~" Vincent told him~ "I luv exercising with you~"

"Give your Daddy one more kiss~" He took Vincent's head and brought him close again, the smaller male draping his tiny hands onto those beefy deltoids, their eyes closed as their lips pressed hard against each other, Ricky's cock upchucking a thick discharge of precum as they once again traded saliva for a moment, spoiling themselves of the beautiful intimacy of dom and sub bro-bonding, enjoying and luving each other for who they are~...soon, their lips parted, breathing hard into each other's faces, thicc steam brushing off of their snouts as their eyes were unable to break away for a moment~...Then, Ricky looked toward the camera, smiling fiendishly~

"That was only the first half of our activities diving into the research of stimulation~ Now, comes the fun part, the part you've all been waiting for--the SHOCKJOCK challenge~"

Ricky did a head gesture, signaling Vincent to slink off of him as he got off the bed, with Vincent sitting at the edge, looking fondly at his off-screen partner~

"Want me to lie down, again~?"

"Take everything off, first~"

"Yessir, arf arf~"

Vincent quickly ripped his clothes off, completely naked, his boner fully erect as he lied back down in the spread-legged manner he was at the beginning of the stream, casually masturbating and fondling with his balls as he waited for the otter to come back~

The noise of clothes being tossed away went on for a small moment, and was followed up by the heavy plodding of Ricky's feet~

A hamper held up by Ricky came into view from the left. "So here we have our stimulatory super-enablers. Very effective on all senses, evidenced by our arousals~ We present our arousals during our exercises to be as transparent as possible for you guys, and to better understand the full experience of what you might be feeling, once you try these ‘safe’ exercises out, yourself~"

As Ricky re-entered the frame, it was immediately apparent that he was nearly nude, his hard erection in full swing within his muggy, yellowing underwear as he tilted the hamper right over Vincent's lap, and a pretty-sizeable pile of dirty socks--all of the cat's--fell and stacked themselves upon his crotch, completely covering him from tummy to ankle~

"Aaaaahhh, there we go~" Ricky nonchalantly tossed the hamper elsewhere, causing a noisy 'THUMP' in the background. "So," he bent over to look back at the camera, "Vincent here will try to stuff every single one of these super-enablers--a.k.a. socks--into his mouth~ If successful, then he will win the challenge, and be rewarded the patented 'Jock Bucket~'"

He stood back up as he looked back at Vincent. "Ready, peasant~?"

The cat sat up and nodded.

"Bark for me if you know you'll beat the challenge~"

"ARF ARF AWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO~!"

"Hahahahahhaha~! GUUUUD BOOIIII...BEGIN~"

Vincent grabbed up a pair of his old, stale, dirty socks and HUFFFFFED HARD before stuffing them heartily into his mouth~

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH, FUCK~" Ricky's cock throbbed. "Make sure to do that everytime before you stuff more in~"

"ARFGH ARFGH~!" the cat barked with a small sockful, then raised the next pair in front of his face, and went 

SSNNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFFF, "AaaaaaahhhhhHHMMMMFFF~!"

The cat rinsed-and-repeated the process again...and again...and again...and undoubtedly, again~!

The otter was masturbating his hard, covered cock, turned on by the feline's penchant for all things feet and related to them~

"UUUUGGGHHHMMMMMMFFFF~," the big brute groaned, as he spilt a thick, long strand of steamy semen out of his tip, which blew through the dirtied cotton, the syrupy contents drooping down toward the floor, the strand wobbling in tune with his constant dickstroking~

Vincent's face was already puffed up from the amount of socks that were crammed inside, making muffled noises of pleasure as he kept on sniffing and stuffing~

"Hell yeah, hehehehehe~ 'You tasting all the crumbs, lint and dirt that was on 'em, aren‘t you~?"

"UUHGGH-HHHUUUNNRRFGH~" Vincent nodded, as a thick slobber of drool ran down his bottom lip~

"Hehehehehe~ Keep going, puppy~....or should I say, chipmunk~"

And the cat kept at it, storing more and more socks inside his maw~...and soon enough, he pretty much looked like a chipmunk, his cheeks bulging with so much dirty socks that his mouth was practically locked in place, his cheeks blushing from the pressure and hotness of it all~


"MMMMMMMMMPH, I think that's enough~ You did well, peasant~!" Ricky congratulated his subservient kitty~ "Now, if there was one thing I'd change about you~..."

Ricky dug into his undies from behind, the activity out of frame as something was moved around and SQUELCHED, until his hand soon came back into view, and this time, holding a pair of his own, dirty, off-white socks~

"GGLLLPPPHHNNNNFFF~!" Ricky dove his hand into the wall of socks, Vincent tearing up as the beefcake slipped his hand out right after, with his smelly socks dangling in the middle of the maw-bound sockpile~

"Theeerrre we go~ Ass-streaked socks always add a bit of ‘pizzazz~’" he stared at the sock stuffed loser sitting before the millions watching and laughing at him in the comments~

Then, Ricky clapped for his little simp. “Yeeeaaaaaahheeehheeaaaaahh, woo-woooo! Great work, sockslut~”

And just as he finished applauding, the gymjock suddenly turned around, dropped his draws and pulled Vincent's face between his burly, hairy cheeks, going "HHHHNNNNNNNNRRRFFFF" as his swampass went

FFFFRRRRRRRRRRRNNNBHBHBHBHBHBBHHBBRRRWWWWWRRRMMMMFFFFFHBHBHBHSSQQQUUUEEEEELLLCCCHHHHHHbhbbfbhffbtbhtbrtlhbhbh~!

"Whew...goddamn~" Ricky grunted out, panting hard as the room was now surrounded a thick, fresh golden mist of flatus that had just exited out of the otter's anus and directly into the willing Vincent's face~ However, this time, the golden mist had appeared browner than before~...

Ricky grabbed his own ass and spread them wide, giving way for the cat to exit out of his crackcanyon of bootymeat~

SSSSSCCHHLLLWRRRSSHHSQUICCKKRRRLLLSssshhwsrlt~...

As the cat pulled back, a burst of liberated brappervapors rose up from his face, all while thick strands of bootyjuice were connected between that smelly ass and Vincent's face, much of the slop drizzling down and clinging onto the cat's chest, and as the sockmawed feline turned his head, another significant detail was made apparent to the now 15 million viewers of this piece of nightly 'edutainment~'--

There was a lot of brown on his face...a splatter of ebony bootyjuice had been sprayed onto the cat's face, staining much of the stuffed socks, as well~ His chest was dirtied up to as the brown fluids ran own his sweaty, matted fur~

As Ricky's grizzly, nasty ass left the frame in exchange for his hard boner, he unleashed a belly laugh, absolutely amused by the filthy, humbling sight~

A giant hand reached for the phone, then it was unhinge from the tripod, as its cameraman, Ricky brought it close to Vincent to get a closer look of the messy fagslut~

"Dudes, you can't believe how stoked I am, right now~" the otter commented as the camera remained upon the nasty imagery~ "I did not expect my ‘Jock Bucket’ to end up happening this way. This is an all-new study I’ve just discovered by accident~!" Ricky tried hard not to laugh through his bullshit commentary~ "See, this is the beauty of the incredible unpredictability of stimuli exercise, you'll never know what you're gonna get~! My partner here has been generously subjected to the end result of this discovery, and as you can see, anal expulsion is like a massive gateway to excessive amounts of serotonin~ How many of you wish you could experience what he's going through~? Comment with brown hearts if you do~!"

Of course, the endless stream of comments had now delved into a endless stream of brown hearts mostly filling up the hyperactive chat~ Ricky then put the camera back on the tripod, and returned to stand near Vincent~

"Now, I'd advise to make sure to give the rest of your 'discovery' to your partner, if you have any~ Can't be too selfish while performing these exercises~" the otter bent over and rubbed his big, firm manbooty into the slave’s face, wiping off the residual scat onto tiny pussy mug, the cat's facial fur smeared with beefcake bussybile as his eyes remained lustdrunk, his maw still drooling as the socks remained crammed between his jaws~

The gross jockbro bent over to look into the camera again. "I would say this is the end of the video, but I can't do that, not after I just hit 23 million watchers~" he winked with a thumbs-up. "This last part, is for all of you guys~

"'You ready, boi~?" He ruffled the fur atop Vincent's head, who nodded slowly~ "You better be~ Scooch back, make room~ I need the fans to see~"

Ricky planted his huge feet on the bed, the mattress squeaking as it now had the burden of holding up the massive lutrine's hulking, standing weight. With his sweaty, matted-furred ass faced toward the camera, Ricky's hand went to grip his obscured throbber~

"Any last words~?"

"HHmmmfff...HHrrNNNgghhfff~..."

"I can work with that, all things considered~ Anyway--"

SSCCHHHHHLLKKKRRFF--"HHRRRKKKKFFFFFFFF~!"

The otter instantly SHOVED his cock into Vincent's mouth, with the latter loudly GAGGING as the rowdy former held his hand proceeded to

BISH

BASH

BBSSH

BASH

BISSHH

BASH

BBASSHH

BISH

BBSASSH

BBASSSSH

BBSSSHHH

BIIISHHHHHH~!

The beefcake barbarically smashing his hips into the poor kitty's face, and although it left only the imagination to millions, Ricky had the ultimate benefit of being both the witness and enactor of the rough facefuckery, looking down with a grimace and steam-tufting nose as he saw the mess that was the cat's face, covered in shit, red with blush, cheeks tearstreaked and cheeks sock-puffed as Ricky saw his thick member disappear entirely into the little faggot's throat everytime he simultaneously thrusted forth and pulled in the cat's head~

Steam was already materializing around them as the two engaged in rough copulation, with Ricky's meaty balls constantly playing target practice upon that tiny, furry chin, the sensation of his fat balls schlapping the tiny pussy all while that cock easily found itself invading that throat, all while it broke through that wall of socks, it just felt soooooo GUUUUUUDD to the abusive otter~ And the sounds...holy SHIT, those sounds were pure music to the jockfag's ears~

HRRRKK

GGRRRLLLSSH

GGRRRKKKS

HHRRKKLLSSSHH

GGLLKK

HHRKKK

HHUURRKKKK

GGLLRRFFSSSH

GGLSH

GGRRSH

GGLLSSTSHH

HHFFTJGTSSSHHRL

"HOOOOHHOOOOHHOOOoooooohhhhhhhhhyyyEEEAAAAAaaaahhhh, broooooo~" the otter hornily drew out, essentially drowning in a sea of ecstasy at this point, his hips seemingly on auto pilot, his big toes clenching the clothes beneath as he his massive hands laid upon the feline's tiny skull, the lust within him making him more feral as he grunted more ferociously, like a caveman running only on primal instinct, a natural feeling of ensuring dominance, to see the pathetic excuse gagging between his legs less of a  person and more an object of interest, interest upheld by his massive phallus~ He did not stop his hip-banging cadence, as the sensation was just too incredible to break up or even sway slightly from, he just NEEDED to be fed his fix of pure, euphoric bliss, he loved effortlessly making an example out of this worthless excuse of a man, to have his ears perk up and listen to the constant noise of HRRRKKKGGLLRRSSHH'ing, the way the sexsleeve's throat vibrated in-tune to its desperate, muffled cries, how the throatpussy itself twitched and tightened constantly, how the slobber had overflown and was now splattering itself onto his sweaty balls and on his thighs, feeling the slobber slowly trickle down his graciles, his massive inner-thighs, tickling him just enough to make him smirk through his brutish expression, and to feel bubbly bullets of phlegm fling themselves right above his forest of pubes, a sign of utter desperation from the fleshlight, with its need to survive, the will to live calling out to him in its most simplistic, wildest way, and to see its eyes constantly rolling upwards, to fight the urge to faint, to stay among the living, to witness the delicate, deliberate and denigrating process of its ruination, and the sound of tearing below, the cocktoy's claws presumably clawing at its own sheets, somewhere to channel its pain, to let itself know that it hadn't given up the good fight of losing consciousness, juxtaposed with the sensation of his toes being sprayed on, the jocksock's discharge of happiness, its mixture of juice and milk dousing its owner's stompers an obvious sign that it did INDEED adore the utter brutality it was given, the ultimate savagery acted upon its soft, supple body, the entirety of it all absolutely amused the pussydestroyer to no end~!

HHHRRRRRrrKkkkKHHRRRGRLRFKKKKOOUUUGGHHHFFFFFFFFHRRKKGRLrlbrkrRSSHHKKFFMMMHRRNNNGGHFFFrrslh~!

Ricky felt that cockswallower's throat tighten hard around his meat, as a response to the otter's big fagpole having just SHOVED a couple socks down its gullet, which was now full of both cock AND sock alike, the latter of which was punched downward with every pounce of the plump dickhead they made contact with as the bundle of socks in its mouth were now heavily dampened with the excessive slobber built up and backed up within the stretchable gooner-gateway~ The otter's tongue was drooping out, the harsh oesophagal luv luring his mind into a deep, lustful trance as another gush of precum ejected itself into its toy's throat, causing the socks to delve even DEEEPER and find themselves within the belly of the sexsleeve~ And suddenly, Ricky snapped out of his goonerslumber, and

SHOVE--

HRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkk--

Just fucking SMASHED the fleshlight's face hard against his own crotch, and felt his outer thighs instantaneously clamped on by its claws, gritting his teeth in painful-pleasure as he felt those sharp fingers GRIIIIIP hard, digging into his flesh as snot essentially EJACULATED out of its tiny nostrils, the boogerslime hitting the top-most row of breadloaf abs as the sextoy soon decided to smack frantically and wildly against its owner's now-scratched legs, smacking those solid thighs, each impact less and less harsh as Ricky's gripped tightened and remained firmly perched upon its tiny head, the dangling bits of socks tickling his crotch as they trembled in tune with the maw they were trapped inside off, with thick coughs of goopy slobber dousing the otter's dangling balls~

Soon, the thigh-slapping became weak...and then the hands dropped. The toy's eyes were rolled up as it remained motionless...save for the throbbing penis that seemed to be the only sign of life left within the scrawny goontoy~

Then Ricky PULLED its head BACK from his crotch, hearing a sharp, sudden muffled gasp of air as its eyes finally dropped just enough to meet its merciless master--

SHOVE--

HHUUUUUUUURRLLLLL--

"BBLLEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH"--

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHFFFAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUWWWKKKKKK BRROOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"

SSSSPPPPPLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTT--

BBUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUURRHHHHPP--

HRRRKKKGGGFFKKKKLLLSSSHH--

GGUUUUUSSSHHHLLLLRRSSSHHHRRRWWWWRRRRSSSSSSSSSHHLLLLUUUUURRSSSCCHHLOOOORRCCHHHHHUURRRLPtqbltt~!

In that instance of choatic noises, the Baradaddy had once again punched his dicksleeve's face against its head within SECONDS after he had just pulled it away, and this time, they BOTH made a mess~

Ricky had just let loose a ginormously HARD and MASSIVE nut, standing on his tippytoes with his head reared far back as he unloaded, and just as his cock began to firehose its thick, runny ropes of spermsoup did the fleshlight UPCHUCK everything BACK OUT, as a SINUS-SPLOSION of various objects--steamy-bile, slobbersocks, and smelly sperm--had all ejected straight out of its ears, nose and mouth, with successive, catapulting ropes of vomit spraying out of itself as hard as Ricky's nuts kept ZIPPING upwards towards his own crotch, CLENCHING themselves hard with every spunkspurt rocketed out of his cock, as if the two were competing emissions~!

Soon, the mutual disgorgement of fluids and slop had stopped, and the entirety of the jock's crotch, front and back, were enshrouded in a heated cloud of vapors~

From the perspective of the phone camera, Ricky slowly backed up, the motion accompanied by the sound of

sssksqsksqsquickcjftlssshh...SSsssSSSsshhsSSCCHHHLLLOOORRRRRUUUUUUUURRRRRPPP--PPLOOOUURRWWWAAARRRRPPPPbhbhbhbhrbbhBBBUUUURRRRRPPPhbhbhbhbhbhbprrtlbjksvrtfltl~

A THICK MAWFALL of barf had rushed down from Ricky's ass-height as it all splattered upon the bed, the jock's feet soaking wet in the slop as his flacciding member swayed nonchalantly, finally out of its generous boytoy~

The otter stepped aside, his cock now facing toward the viewer as the millions watching were now able to take a gander of what Ricky had just done to his subject~:

The feline fleshlight sat almost in a zombie-zenlike state, his fur still covered in shit, his ears pouring with thicc cum, his cummy nostrils were filled with flaring snotbubbles, with much of the phlegm obscuring the rolled-back eyes and heavy blush plastered across his face, his maw now looking normal once again, albeit constantly leaking with a rancid mixture of vomit and cum, with much of it resting upon his torso, as his chest was littered in the brownish slop, with golden chunks--SMEGMA chunks--clinging onto his fur, with much of it running down onto his belly, which had noticeably swelled up, audibly GARRRGGUUULLLLL'ing a SIZEABLE AMOUNT of the cum that he was able to consume despite the copious hyperpukage~

Slowly, it appeared as though the slave had come back to life, as his hands slowly rising up from either side, only to flash a double-v sign, and if one were to look closely, they'd see a barely-visible smile behind all of that nauseating slobber painted all over and dripping from his face~

"And there you have it~," Ricky spoke, still only shown from the waist-up. Then, he got off the bed, and bent over to have one last eye-to-eye with the camera. "Now, I hope this video was very informative, because we have many more on the way~" he grinned widely. "Wave to the camera, servant~"

The tiny slut weakly wave goodbye--

UUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPhbhbhrrltbrpt~

--And heaved up another batch of coagulating slop as Ricky saluted to the camera one more time.

Then, the two remained still soonafter, with the otter looking deviously at the camera while the servant in the back sat frozen as well...and while they remained absolutely in place, a loading icon spun around over them...this was all seen on the monitor. The comments kept at it at a lightspeed rate, many of which noticing that the stream was over, only for that to stop too as the webpage reloaded and stated that the stream had been taken down.

Ricky chuckled at the sudden developments. "First phase complete~" He clicked on the icon of the VincentVlogalot channel, leading to a blank webpage stating “This account has been terminated.”

The otter folded his hands and stretched out his fingers, popping out the joints before swiping the phone off the tripod and turning off the flashlight. "Now let's see what the second phase will bring~," he switched apps on Vincnt's phone, opening up the 'TweeX' account, which had already been renamed to "Ricky & Servant," with the follower count skyrocketing~ "Hehehe, you finally have a lotta pull, now~"

"That's good," the fleshlight spoke through the layers of gunk plastered on its furry body. "One last thing, bro..."

Ricky turned to face him.

The sexsleeve continued. "Are you gonna murder me now~?" Before, had that question been asked by the boytoy, it would've asked it with fear...but this time, it said it with an horny inflection of disappointment, as if bummed out that dying may be its fate.

The otter laughed. “If I wanted to murder you, I would have already done it. But if I were to go by this figuratively, then I have already made you born again the moment I came in that tight throatpussy~" he smiled.

The servant smiled back. "Now lie down," Ricky went back to set up the phone on the tripod again, clicking ‘record’ yet again. "Face-down. Daddy's not finished for tonight," he climbed on the bed, kneeling over the ass-up sexsleeve, eyeing those tiny manbuns excitedly while he masturbated his restiffening jockcock~

The end~

