Aston gave off a weak yawn, seeing that bright sunlight filtering in through his curtained off window, and figured it was finally time for him to get up. He slowly wiggled out from under his sheets, kicking them off his body the rest of the way once his legs could reach, only to give his back a good arch to pop a few vertebrae back into alignment. That arch lifted his hips off the bed a few inches, and once he went limp again, they bounced off the bed with a small huff and groan, both leaving the feline at the same time. He reached his arms and paws over his head, grabbing his headboard with a firm clench of his fingers, and using that new pivot point to give his hips and shoulders a few wiggles back and forth, feeling his morning erection flopping against each thigh and belly as he did. He gave off a little groan as he released his grip on the headboard, only to slide his paws along his body, moving them down toward his re-awakened groin. One of the paws reached further down to give a small grope to his balls, with the other sliding along that mostly hard shaft, just playing with himself for a moment before letting everything flop back down under its own weight.

With one more big yawn, he rolled over onto his side, then kicked his legs out and over the edge of his bed. Giving off a soft twist, he rolled himself up into a seated position, feeling his feet hit the ground with a few gentle taps of his toes. Only then did the feline push himself up onto his feet with a somewhat wobbly sway, needing his tail to whip into shape and help catch him before he stumbled forward. Gathering himself up, he lifted his arms above his head once more for another stretch, while also looking down and watching his cock sway back and forth at the soft motions. With one last huff, the feline slumped back onto his flat footed paws again, and tentatively took a few steps forward.

He found a pair of discarded underwear to slip on laying on the floor, probably the same pair he’d been wearing last night. They were a gift from a certain patron of the club that loved seeing him in some specific briefs, but the feline needed them to hide his erection for the moment, just in case his parents caught him on the way to the bathroom. Stuffing his cock and balls into the pretty tight pair, and still having quite the obscene bulge after everything was in place, the feline stumbled his way out of his room and into the hallway, headed for the bathroom.

Getting cleaned up was paramount for a cat, and Aston hated feeling dirty in general, at least when he wasn’t busy at the club. He always took a shower when he got home, and then another one in the morning to go along with his routine. Stumbling out of the bathroom after a bit of trimming, prepping, washing, and all sorts of fur treatment, the feline was left with a towel wrapped around his waist as he made the quick journey back to his room. Another bit of time to figure out what he was going to wear to work that evening, and after some more fur brushing, the feline finally made his way out of his room, hearing his tummy rumbling for some solid food.

His sleeveless tank top stretched over his toned frame left little to the imagination, as did those tight pants, showing off his slender but solid legs, along with that award winning butt of his poking out around back. He’d gotten used to wearing a variety of skimpy underwear that clung tight to his package, but the thong he’d decided to wear still needed the occasional adjustment as he bounced down the stairs. Taking a small break at the bottom, he squeezed a paw into the top of his pants to settle everything down, and after everything was back in place, he continued his walk into the kitchen.

“Morning Aston,” his Mom said with a cheery smile, before spinning around and holding out a turkey sandwich on a plate for him. “Right on time for lunch.”

“More like Dinner,” his Dad called from the table nearby, shooting back a smile as well. Aston took the plate in one paw, and he leaned down to give his mother a kiss on the cheek.

“Have you gotten taller, or have I shrunk again?” his Mom said with a small chuckle, having to stand up on her tippy toes to reach Aston’s cheek at this point.

“I might still be growing,” Aston teased with a chuckle as he pulled away. “But thanks Mom.”

“Anytime, hun,” she called back, watching the feline walk over and place his plate on the table before sitting down. “Gotta make sure you have the energy for your show tonight of course.”

“A growing boy needs a few calories,” his Dad added with a chuckle, sliding back from the table and patting his ever-growing belly, although the older feline was far from as chubby as he thought he was. “You can have some of mine.”

Aston chuckled at those words before lifting up his sandwich to take a bite. He chewed and swallowed the first one before looking at his Dad and saying, “You look fine, Dad.”

“Yeah?” he asked as Aston took another bite of his sandwich. “Do you think they have room for me at the club too? They’ve got to have a DILF night sometime, right?”

That got a dramatic gasp and groan from Aston’s Mom, as well as a roll of the eyes from Aston, swallowing his current bite before he said, “I don’t think so, no. But I’ll put it in the suggestion box.”

“Don’t encourage him, Aston!” his Mom called back, before walking over and giving his Dad a small bop on the head between the ears. “Plus, he’s mine to look at! I already have my son being stared at by random strangers. I don’t need my husband too!”

“I dunno,” his Dad continued, “I think it’d be a great Father-Son bonding moment if you ask me. A little combination dance - let’s see if the audience can tell who the younger cat is! I’m sure I’ve still got a bit of that grace left in me!”

That got a groan from Aston, and another whack from his Mom, before the older feline shut up with a few chuckles and squirms in his seat. “Ow, fine fine… I’ll stick to my normal, boring job then… let Aston have all the fun.”

“It’s not ALL fun I’m sure,” his Mom added, turning to look at him as the feline quickly ate his sandwich. “A lot of hard work and dealing with weird people.”

Aston couldn’t help but give a nod, thinking about leaving it at that. But, taking a deep breath instead, the feline said, “Yeah, but it’s not too bad when you have your regulars. You get to know them and give them what they want. Gets easier every time.”

“Well, as long as you’re happy and doing well,” Aston’s Mom said once more, walking over from his Dad to lean down and give him a kiss between the ears instead, causing the younger feline to mew back with a whip of his tail.

“I can’t complain I guess,” Aston continued. “I’m good at what I do, and the tips are pretty nice.”

“Well, it keeps you in shape too, which is good,” his Mom continued, sliding a paw onto his shoulder and giving a soft kneading squeeze. “I’m very proud of my boy!”

“Me too,” Aston’s Dad chimed in, adding a quick flick of his tail and ears as his body perked up in a smile.

“Thanks,” Aston added with a slow and steady nod. “It does mean a lot that you are so supportive. I know some parents aren’t.”

“Oh hun,” his Mom added with almost a kneading squeeze on his shoulder, “you should do what makes you happy. And, if you enjoy being a good looking boy, then be a good looking boy!”

“Enjoy it while you can,” his Dad chimed in with a nod. “There’s plenty of time to get a real job when the modeling and dancing gigs dry up. You’re not going to be 19 forever you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Aston added after swallowing down another bite. ”I could always be an agent or something after, since I know a good bit of the business.”

“Sounds nice and boring,” his Dad called back. “Perfect for when you’re fat and old like me.”

“You’re not fat and old, Dad,” Aston called back, before popping the last bit of the sandwich into his mouth.

“Well, maybe if there was a DILF night at some night club to help boost my confidence…” he continued, before shrinking back as Aston’s Mom gave him a firm glare from across the table.

Aston let out a small chuckle, before pushing himself away from the table and standing up. His Mom reached in and grabbed the plate before he could, and she brought it over to the sink, with Aston following and giving her a soft hug from behind. “Thanks for breakfast,” he added with a nuzzling purr against the back of her head.

“You’re welcome Aston,” she said with a casual response, before Aston let go and turned to wave at his Dad.

“See you after work,” his Father called back as Aston made his way to the door. The young feline grabbed his keys and gave one last wave to them both, before walking down the path and toward that new car waiting for him along the sidewalk.

It wasn’t brand new, not anymore, but Aston’s previous acting, modeling, and… other gigs had left him with plenty saved up. Money wasn’t really an issue for the feline, and he only technically worked Friday through Sunday nights, unless another modeling gig came up during the week. He really didn’t need to do that either, but the job at the club did help him keep his skills sharp… not to mention the feline still enjoyed making more than a few guys happy. It wasn’t about the money, it was about the attention, although the feline had found a good balance between all of that after some hit-and-miss opportunities came up here and there.

He hopped into his sports car and fired it up, taking a moment to enjoy the leather interior and the way racing seats cupped his slender body in just the right way. He could feel the engine rumbling through the steering wheel, sending a little shiver up his spine, before the feline shifted into gear and took off. He always enjoyed the few mile drive to the club, and he made sure to go well above the speed limit in the places he could get away with it. Taking the long and scenic way into the city since he had some spare time, the feline enjoyed the drive even more, at least until he hit the numerous stop lights and slowdown that the city usually had in store. Still, he enjoyed the slow cruise too as he passed by all the large buildings on his way, only to see the skyscrapers turn more into brick workshops and warehouses, before making the turn off on the club’s street. He had a special parking spot around the back of the building, and Aston pulled in not far from the ‘secret’ employee entrance, only to hop out and take a good look at the building in front of him as he killed a little more time.

The club was in a more industrial side of town, although most of the actual industry had long left, leaving all sorts of large brick buildings empty in their wake. A few had been turned into more hipster places, with craft breweries and fancy cafes gentrifying the place into a decently cool hangout spot. And, off to the side, down one of the less-developed streets, there was a little gay bar tucked away in the shadows.

Aston knew that he could’ve gotten work at the ‘big’ gay club near the heart of the city if he wanted to, but he honestly enjoyed the smaller and more homely atmosphere of “Bottoms Up”, not to mention he could get away with SO much more here, which he was quickly growing a reputation for. That glowing sign with two beer bottles, looking as phallic as possible, rubbing their necks against one another, really did set the tone for the place, and it made Aston chuckle to himself every time he saw it lit up and flashing in its pink and blue neon colors. With a wide smirk on his face, the feline turned to make his way to the employee door, using his key to unlock it and step inside. Just as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, he saw the long and wide otter tail of his boss scampering around a corner, only for the whole creature to suddenly turn around and poke his head back out at the feline.

“Aston my boy, early as always!” he said with some spunk in his voice. The older and chubbier otter, being a bit short and squat, adjusted his glasses before waddling over to Aston. He extended out his arms, asking for a hug, and with Aston’s nod of approval the otter dove in with his cheek pushed to Aston’s chest, wrapping him up.

“You know me,” Aston replied with a soft pat to the otter’s back before pulling away. “Employee of the month material!”

“Gonna make me rename this place to The Feline Pride or something if you keep it up,” the otter continued. “You really are the star! Word has certainly gotten out, and I’ll have to start hiring a bouncer if too many more show up. Just imagine, my club having a line outside! With one of those velvet rope things leading down the block! Ah, a dream come true, no?”

Aston chuckled at that, only to say, “You sure Vivi isn’t drawing in plenty of people too?”

“That fox boy is certainly cute,” the otter agreed with a nod, “But he’s 21, so he’s stuck handling the bar. You’ve got two years before you’re allowed back there, so enjoy them on the floor. You’re doing an amazing job of course. Keep it up! Just let me know if you ever get into any trouble. I know things can get wild sometimes.”

“It’s more fun when they get wild!” Aston teased with a wink and mew. “Hopefully tonight is as lively as ever.”

“Lively, but not destructive” the otter said, looking up and down at the feline boy in front of him with a knowing smirk. “I don’t mind having to clean up some stains here and there, but replacing tables and chairs can get expensive. Although, I raised the beer prices and no one seems to have cared, so what if you break a table here and there, right? Got them too blinded by that cute rear of yours for me to stop you!”

“I assume I’m getting my cut sometime soon?” Aston asked, putting one paw on his hip and kicking it out a bit.

“Of course,” the otter said, in that dismissive tone that let Aston know it probably wasn’t going to happen. “Just as long as you keep the clients happy.”

“That’s what I’m here for Mr. Mansel,” Aston replied with a slow nod.

“Good, now get yourself ready and look presentable for our first guests!” the otter shot back, before turning and making his way back around the corner to his office, no doubt to do some paperwork or something. He wasn’t one to mess up his prettiest boy before anyone showed up after all. His turn was always at the end of the night, which led Aston to believe that the otter kind of liked it that way. Nevertheless, Aston smirked at the thought again, feeling his tail flicking behind him at the encounter, only to continue his way forward to the ‘dressing room’ another door down.

‘Dressing room’ was a liberal term for it. It used to be a storage closet for whatever business was here before, but with a few cheap lockers propped up in the corner, and a small table and set of chairs against the other wall, it was good enough for what it needed to do. Aston gave off a small huff as he walked to his locker and opened it up, before slipping off his shirt and sliding down his pants, folding them loosely into a proper wad before stuffing them into the back of the locker. Just in his thong, he debated what he was going to wear tonight, but figured it was warm enough that he could get away with just the thong honestly. No harness, no long socks, no collar and leash… just a thong. It left his body on full display, at least as much as he could get away with for the first wave of the crowd. They were usually full of the casual observers - people not quite ready to go all the way, but wanting to get a few peeks, maybe a few drinks, and a hookup or two. Almost all of them left before midnight, with only the occasional molestation to the feline. After midnight, the fun crowd rolled in, and they were almost always looking for Aston personally. That’s when the craziness started.

The feline got out one of the fur brushes he had stashed away and made a few passes along his bare body, trying to make sure every follicle was in line. Of course there was always one that stood out somewhere in the neverending battle, but the feline had plenty of time until the doors opened to dive deep into that fight. He was staring at himself in the mirror on the third wall, still trying to get at that pesky last strand, when he heard that door creak open again. Aston slowly turned his head to look, shooting a smile back at the older fox as he walked in with a swish of his fluffy tail, shooting a small nod back at Aston. “Evening Vivi,” Aston said before turning his head back to his reflection.

“Howdy,” the fox said, strolling up and opening his own locker beside Aston’s, before stripping down himself with a few casual ruffles of his clothing. He was a good looking fox for sure: toned in all the right places, a bit tall and lanky, but his fluff kind of made up for that, filling him out to a nice figure. He didn’t seem to have the indecisiveness that the feline had as the fox slid his black and yellow harness down over his bare chest, and pushed his paws into those long fishnet gloves, working them up over his arms with a few wiggles. “That’s all you’re wearing tonight?”

“Yeah,” Aston shot back with a soft chuckle, finally having looked at himself enough in the mirror, and turning around to push his brush back into his locker. “Feeling like a minimalist day today, ya know?”

“Your clothing never stays on long anyway,” Vivi countered with a chuckle, adjusting the fishnets on his arms, and taking a look back at the mirror.

“Hey, you get plenty of action behind the bar too!” Aston replied with a playful bump of his shoulder into the fox. “How many times have the drink orders gotten backed up because you were bent over with some Stud behind you?”

“By that point, no one is ordering drinks anymore,” Vivi countered with a smile. “They’re all focused on you.”

“The Otter says that when I turn 21 we can swap days out on the floor,” Aston continued, closing his locker and giving his body one more stretch.

“If I’m still here by then…” Vivi answered with a playful huff.

“If not, you’re free to stop by and work the floor WITH me,” Aston teased, before leaning over and laying a quick kiss on the fox’s cheek, making the slightly goth fox give back a smile under his normally stern face.

“Side by side, fox and cat, both competing for attention.”

“Not like we haven’t done it before,” Aston added with a smirk. “How many times have we made out over the bar with another guy at each end?” He let the smirk spread over his face before taking a step behind the fox on his way out, and letting a stray paw smack that soon bare butt as the fox pulled his pants down.

“I’ll win one of these days!” Vivi called after a little squeak, “You always have the longer line behind you though!” With a lingering chuckle, Aston pushed the door open and made his way down the hall, before making the turn out into the main area of the club.

It wasn’t a huge place to be honest. A long bar sat across one wall of the club, with the selection of drinks on display behind it as normal. A few big TVs were mounted behind the bar as well, almost making the place look like a sports bar, ready to play some live games. But, right on cue, the otter switched them all on from his office, leading to the various slideshows of all sorts of suggestive images of guys with other guys flashing up and rotating through the whole catalog. Aston was sure that most of the porn was ‘borrowed’ or simply some ‘free samples’, although he did enjoy having a few seductive pictures up there himself, always smirking when something of his popped up. It wasn’t porn per-say, although Aston had been in tamer full on porn shoots than some of those images seemed to suggest, but it was certainly a way to bring in some atmosphere into the otherwise average looking bar.

Along the other wall there was another TV or two, with a few high tables and chairs spaced around, making the place feel pretty cramped when it got packed. Although, that led to Aston having to grind his way through a few people on occasion, which always made everyone happy. Out in the back there were a pair of pool tables and some old arcade games to fill out the place, along with a small upstairs overlook balcony with a few tables as well, which Aston had almost been fucked over a few times. Thankfully there was always an audience to catch him should he be fucked over the railing. At least he hoped they would.

Without anyone inside, the place was pretty silent, but that gave the feline time to make the rounds and move all the chairs and tables into place, switch on the arcade games, and make sure the bar was stocked with ice and glasses from the back. At any other place there’d be others to take care of that, but everything was mostly left to Aston and Vivi, with their boss popping out every once in a while when needed. It was a small team that ran the place, but Aston enjoyed the work. There was less to get in the way between him and his fans after all.

Still, as the feline waited for the place to open, he gave a lazy stretch up against the bar, shaking his tail behind him, as he watched Vivi get all his drinks ready. The fox had taken the opposite strategy to Aston, wearing that harness, spiked collar, fishnets, leather pants, and a big belt - going for almost too much clothing. Still, he looked good in it, with Aston eyeing him up quite a bit. He could feel his tight thong firming up on occasion, but he calmed himself down when things got too obscene, not needing things to get crazy right off the bat. It would be a long night - it always was.

As soon as it was time to open the front doors, there were plenty of people who flooded in for the first wave. Most were there for the usual drinks, hang-out, and nightly hookups, but few could keep their eyes off the skimpy feline as he darted around them. Despite being the more tame crowd, Aston still got plenty of spanks, gropes, and naughty comments, all of which reminded him to shake his rump and brush his tail across more than a few chests and groins as he strolled by, grabbing drinks and tending to those who wanted to share a thought or two. He had quite a few bills stuffed into his thong even before 10, which the feline made sure to show off proudly each time he leaned in close to any particular customer, always kicking a hip out and leaving space for another to slide in. The customers usually took the hit, and if he was extra good, the feline needed to shift the bills around a bit, leaving space for more to fit along his hips.

The dress code inside the bar was pretty lax, as could be seen by the feline’s own outfit. More than a few guys walked in normally clothed, yet stripped down to their underwear given the chance, with a bit of kink gear flooding the floor as the time got later and later. Harnesses, hoods, leashes and collars, cuffs and restraints… The usual crowd knew this was a place they could let loose, and by 11 they had chased most of the casual guys out of the place. Either that, or the early crowd had found their hookups at that point, and were getting busy somewhere else.

Aston had been working hard, using his natural feline grace to hold a tray steady as he snaked through the mob of people around some tables. Of course, as the drink orders were drying up, he still had plenty of time to stop in and socialize, with more than a few teasing grinds making him push right back against whatever body part was rubbing against him. A few daring fingers even slipped under his thong and poked at his cock, balls, and pucker, almost making the feline drop his tray once as he wasn’t expecting such thick fingers to start squeezing, but the feline kept his calm and carried on, coming back to that male once his tray was empty to let him get a full and proper grope, leaving with another bill stuffed deep against his own bulge for good measure.

It went on like that until midnight rolled around, with the last of the second wave of people leaving, before the real ruckus crowd showed up. Aston knew most of them from years ago to be honest, although there were always a few new recruits that surprised him. The gorilla was one of the first to show up, being here almost every night, along with the bull that gave Aston his first truly intense experience. A pretty well hung fox, which Aston had struggled with way back in the day, made it a point to show up when he could as well, with Aston now able to handle him with ease. A big blue dragon, and a crow not far from his age showed up semi-regularly too, along with a blue otter, some canines Aston had known for a bit, and even a few guys he didn’t recognize off the bat that always seemed to know him very well - probably fans of his early stuff if he had to guess.

It never took long for any of them to get their paws on the young boy, and Aston found himself sliding onto their laps for a seat and grind more often than not. Even Vivi had taken to chatting up one of the wolves that came around often over the bar. The fox’s pants had been long lost somewhere underneath the bar, leaving him flashing his sheath, bare cheeks, and tail every time he spun around, which was often enough as he bounced back and forth between various conversations. Aston caught a glance at him, and even shot him a smirk as the bull pulled him into his lap right at the bar, the large bulge grinding away into the boy’s tail end with a few heavy huffs from the bull above him.

“Mmm, how about a water?” Aston asked the currently unoccupied fox, who smirked back at the noises the bull was making behind him.

“I think you’re about to get a lot of fluid injected,” Vivi shot back with a flick of his tail behind him. “You sure?”

“Always pays to stay hydrated,” Aston teased with a grin, and when his plastic shame-cup of water came, he was only able to take a quick sip before the bull slid the feline off his groin and into the seat beside him, teasing himself more than the feline it seemed.

“Mmmph, gonna ravage you soon,” he whispered down to the cat, adding a firm rumble in his chest. “Once the party gets going. You know how they hate it when I’m first.”

“Even now you’re still a challenge,” Aston teased with a grin, but with a soft sway on his seat, he tampered down his own growing erection and looked around the club, only to get waved over to the pool table at the back. The feline gave one last rub to the bull’s groin with his paw before chugging down his water and then standing up, swaying his hips back and forth with each step he made across the room, feeling more than a few eyes glued onto him as he did.

“Hey,” Aston called out to the rat who’d called him over, before giving a soft rub of his cheek to the rodent’s chest. A purr rang out of his throat as he pushed the rest of his shoulder and frame against the rat’s side, causing the rodent to hold steady and smile back at him. Aston had emptied his thong of most of the bills by this point, so there was plenty of space to slide in another, but the rodent had other ideas instead.

“Hey kitty,” the rat continued with a few scratches to the purring feline’s chin. “Always nice to see you.” He took a small break in words, but kept the scratches going, before saying, “I need you to distract that goat over there. I’m kind of falling behind, and I need a secret weapon.”

Aston perked up and turned his head to look at the dark furred goat across the table, already smirking back at him. “You could try not sucking at pool,” the goat answered, leaning over the table and lining up his next shot, before letting loose with the stick and hammering the white ball across the table. It bounced off a few balls and walls, before one of the striped balls slid into a pocket, with that confident grin never leaving the goat’s face.

“Yeah, but that’s hard,” the rodent shot back, leaning on his pool stick now and drawing his paw away from Aston. “Much easier to send a slut your way to distract you and cheat.” Aston shot back a small chuckle at those words as the rodent turned to him, adding in, “I’ll make it worth your while if you do. Maybe start off the night right.”

As soon as those words left the rodent’s lips, another crack of the balls was heard, with Aston turning his head to watch another striped ball sink into a nearby pocket. “And hurry, it’s almost over!”

Aston couldn’t pass up that chance, and with a quick trot around the table, the feline made it to the goat’s side as he tried to line up another shot. He went for his trademark soft purr and grind against his side to try and throw him off, although it didn’t seem to distract the goat very much. “Nice try kitty,” the goat argued, although he stayed steady and let his stick fly again. This time though the rodent let out a little huff of hope as the goat had missed his shot, giving the rodent a chance to come back.

Aston smiled as innocently as he could as the goat looked over at him, before wrapping up a pretty strong arm around his side and squeezing the feline against his body. “Cute kid,” he replied, that grin still never fading, before his fingers reached down to give the feline’s rump a firm squeeze, making Aston jump up onto his tippy toes from the pressure on his ass. “Better not ruin my game though, or else you’re going to get it.”

Aston liked where this was going, and with a cute mew as the goat released him, the feline quickly fell to his knees as he heard more balls bouncing against one another on top of the table. His fingers had just enough time to dart for the goat’s pants, reaching for his zipper and giving it a soft tug about half way down, before the goat moved out of the way to line up his next shot. “Gotta be quicker than that, kitty,” he shot back, walking to the head of the table and leaning over it to aim. That gave Aston plenty of time to scamper on over and finish the job, tugging that fly down, and even getting that button free before the goat let his shot fly.

Aston heard a little grunt above him as he assumed the shot had missed, only to feel the goat pull back from the table but not move all that far. That allowed the cat to wiggle down those pants and underwear far enough around his hips to let the goat’s cock and balls flop on out, bouncing both of them off the stretched waistband. Without a second thought, the feline pushed his muzzle up and against that exposed package, aiming his lips at the tip of that floppy member. He slurped it into his mouth like a wet noodle, giving enough suction to make the goat grunt hard and squeeze his paw around the edge of the table.

“Mmmph, you better hit a few shots in a row,” the goat called back, getting a soft squeak from the rodent as he no doubt lined up his next shot nice and slow, as Aston didn’t hear a good clanking of balls for a while. Instead, his own noises filled his ears, as the feline drove down deep and pushed his lips right against that cock base while that shaft grew, not taking long at all to reach its full and somewhat impressive size. It certainly got a good coating of spit as Aston worked pretty hard, pushing his throat open without too much preparation, and letting a few sloppy gurgles and pops ring out to distract everyone around the pool table, especially the goat.

Aston wasn’t sure if the rodent actually sank a few balls, or was just playing around above him, but it was a good while before the goat finally took a step to the side, sliding his cock out of that hungry feline’s lips, as he adjusted his stance to take his next shot. Of course Aston was there with a few quick shuffles and a duck under the table, pushing his mouth back down around that shaft before the goat could let another shot fly. Again, there was little fanfare as Aston seemed to distract him enough, with the goat not taking up another position, just sliding back away from the table a half step instead. Soon the rodent came by to stand next to him, having to slowly nudge the goat aside to line up his shot, although Aston couldn’t pass up that opportunity either. He reached up one of his paws to get a grope of the rodent’s package for good measure.

“Mmmph, traitor…” the rodent shot back, leaking out a firm grunt as his cock outline was pretty clear from that squeeze, but he seemed to make his shot as he regretfully pulled away to move to the other side of the table. Aston let his paw work its way over to the goat’s balls instead, cupping them and holding on with enough of a grasp to make him think twice about pulling away. But, unfortunately, he soon did anyway. Those balls slipped out of the feline’s paw as the goat took a few steps to the side, making Aston chase the goat back down to once again fill his muzzle with dick.

The game went back and forth for a good while at this rate, with the rat’s own pants eventually sliding around his thighs to let his hefty balls and cock bounce out as well. At that point, Aston found himself servicing whoever was shooting, keeping the game going longer than it really should have. Of course, his actions hadn’t gone unnoticed, and there was a growing group watching the game, cheering Aston on as he swapped from cock to cock. He wasn’t sure who eventually ended up winning, but he figured it was the rodent, as Aston was quickly yanked up off the floor by the rat’s paw and pushed over the table, leaving the feline’s rump upturned and exposed, with just that tiny thong strap holding back any hint of modesty the feline still had. That didn’t last long though as that thong was yanked down his ass and thighs in a flash, with Aston kicking it off one of his footpaws as it fell to the floor, so he could spread his legs out and arch his back, offering up his ass to the victor of the game.

“Mmm, I knew I called you over for a reason,” the rodent said with a hungry grunt, before grinding his short and stubby cock over Aston’s cheeks and crack. With as much spit as Aston had laid on it, not to mention the pre that was still flowing from the tip, the rodent had little trouble lining up and pushing through the feline’s open pucker in one firm push, smacking those large balls of his against the cat’s own. Aston gave out a cute mew and squeal at the penetration, feeling the burn for just a second, before squeezing back around that shaft with a moan to welcome it inside. It might have been smaller than average, but the feline was going to make it feel as good as he could, and with a few slow grinds of his hips back against the rodent’s groin, he knew the rat wasn’t going to last long.

“You won?” Aston called back as he felt a strong paw push his shoulder blades down, grinding his cheek against the worn green felt of the pool table, as the rodent pulled back his hips and then smacked them hard against the feline’s rear once more.

“Mmm, you bet your sweet ass,” the rodent added with a little growl from his throat, and another big huff as one more heavy hit connected. “Best trophy girl I could ask for… don’t even need the trophy,” he teased, picking up the pace to a steady series of slaps, which got most of the guys in the room staring over at the action.

“Good, cause I don’t have one…” Aston called back with a chuckle, before adding another strong grunt and moan as those big rodent balls were doing most of the damage. The feline squirmed and squeezed his legs together, trying to protect his own sensitive back sack from the heavy assault, but the rodent seemed to like the extra pressure clenching in on him. It made him grit his teeth and dig his fingers into a clump of Aston’s fur around his neck, almost holding him like a Momma cat would, and leaving the feline mewing up a slutty storm as the needy rodent didn’t dare slow down.

The blowjob must have riled him up quite a bit as the feline felt those thrusts leave nothing on the table but the pure need to breed, with the rodent slamming away and even making the table rock under its own heavy weight. The assault didn’t last long, even with a few onlookers to impress, as the rodent didn’t seem to care. He was lost in his own world, probably with the help of a few drinks and a sexy cat boy to rail, and soon enough he let himself go. Those smacks rung off the walls of the small bar, with a few cheers leading him on, but the rodent had thrusted his last and drove in deep, sending his cum surging into the moaning feline with a few grunting and gasping grinds.

“Mmmph, you’re such a fucking slut,” he whispered to the feline as he worked to catch his own breath and enjoy his quickly surging afterglow, with those hips still pressed firmly to the feline’s toned cheeks. “And I love that about you. I’ll leave you a tip at the bar - I don’t think that thong’s coming back on any time soon.”

Aston gave off a soft moan at that, squeezing and wiggling his hips in return around that shaft, as he smiled and said, “Thank you, much appreciated.”

“You’re the one who’s appreciated around here,” the rat said, leaning over the feline boy to give a kiss to the back of his head, before the rat pulled back and popped out his shaft from that open hole. Aston could feel a dribble of cum leak back out and down his taint, with the boy being quite familiar with that sensation by now. But, he knew better than to stand up, knowing that quite a few were eyeing him up at this point.

It turns out he was right. Not a moment after the rodent had pulled back, he felt a paw slap down on his ass cheek, making the cat jump and arch his back with a soft mew and hiss combination. “Mmm, second place gets to cum second I guess,” the goat teased, before sliding his paws down to Aston’s hips and yanking him up to his height, making the feline’s foot paws shift and dance underneath him. They found their spots though and kept the angle set, as the goat leaned over him and continued to pull his hips back, meeting them with the tip of his cock. Despite how much larger the goat was than the rat, that cock sank easily into the prepared feline, pushing out a little of that deposited cum around the edge with a few sloppy noises as it did.

“Mmmph, fuck kid,” the goat called back as that anal passage wrapped around his shaft. “How are you such a slut, but still feel so good?” With another pleasured grunt, the goat dug his fingers in around the feline’s hip bones to get a very firm hold on the boy, making sure he didn’t slide away, while the rest of that shaft found its way inside the feline. Inch after inch pushed open that slick and warm passage, bottoming out with another kiss to the feline’s already tingling balls from the goat’s heavy sack.

Aston gave off a gasp at the sensation, feeling his guts have to shift around to get into proper alignment, but by this point he was used to that weird feeling. He turned and twisted his back as much as he could to help line everything up, soon feeling things more or less settle. “Lots… of practice?” Aston answered, only to get the breath knocked out of him as the goat pulled back and hammered home, not holding anything back either.

“I’ve certainly heard about it,” the goat continued, squeezing the squirming feline steady as a few more hard hits came his way. “First time… seeing it in action. Though I think I’ll be back if this is how you treat your clients here.”

Aston gave off a few more heavy mews and groans at that firm pummeling, not feeling quite as heavy a sack of balls slapping into him, but that being made up for by the goat’s thicker and deeper cock punching straight into his depths. “Mmmph, of… course… the happiest clients around.”

“Certainly working on it,” the goat said through grit teeth, starting to breathe a bit heavier as his own thrusts built up to a steady slamming pace. Aston could tell he was going to last longer than the rodent, although just how much longer was anyone’s guess, as those steady thrusts really got a few cheers from the onlookers. “Mmmph, still got to… punish you for making me lose though,” he continued, finding some space to spit out a few words between his heated gasps.

“Punish?” Aston cried back, with his own paws clenching tight around the pool table’s edge, trying to hold himself in position.

“Giving you my cock is too good for a cheater like you,” the goat continued, although starting to strain in his words and take a few slower pumps to pull himself back from the edge. “Got an idea in mind…” he threatened, only to push in pretty hard for a deep grind into the kitten’s furthest reaches.

Aston thought the goat was going to cum right there and then, but to his surprise the goat pulled back through that sloppy feline tail after a moment of deep grinding, and gave him a few heavy thrusts while he picked up the pace again. The goat’s hips and balls slapped hard against that rear end, working back to a heavy and rhythmic pace, before diving in for another deep grind to help cool off the edge. It kept the feline squirming, and the goat from going over the hill too early, all while putting on a show for the onlookers. In fact, some had even started throwing a few bills on the table for the feline to pick up later.

The feline’s eyes darted out to those folded and crumpled bills, but his mind was on the goat at this point. He had to keep himself aligned just right, with just enough pressure on his pucker and passage, making sure to keep the goat jabbing forward at just the right pace and strength so that both of them hit that magic area of pleasure. And, with Aston’s years of experience, the feline managed to hit that sweet spot almost every time, drawing the orgasm out of the goat faster than he wanted to, but there was no holding back when it came. A few deep jabs and grunts, as well as an almost painful dig of those fingers against his hip bones, left Aston squealing and gasping as the goat unleashed the second load of the night inside him.

A few heavy grinds and deep table-shifting hip thrusts left both Aston and the goat panting after that intense rush, with the goat savoring the orgasmic haze his mind had settled into. He held that cock deep inside Aston as it drained every last drop it had, slowly rocking his hips back and forth as few in the crowd cheered him on, and even threw a few back and shoulder pats his way. As his member softened, Aston could feel the goat adjust his stance and eventually pull back. But, instead of feeling him step aside and open the feline up to the next guy in line, Aston felt those strong fingers get a renewed grasp on his hips, and then flip him over onto his back with a yank and twist. The cat was light enough to manhandle of course, and he didn’t exactly resist either, watching his feet flail up into the air as the twist had a good bit of energy to it. Once settled on his back, with his hips just barely touching the bumper around the edge of the table, he pulled his knees up toward his chest keeping his foot paws out of the way to show off the goods in between.

Aston finally got a good look at the goat’s face from this perspective, with that wide grin mixing with a spent happiness, and just a hint of ‘bad idea’ flowing through the black furred goat’s mind as well. Aston gave a curious shiver as his fur fluffed up a bit and his ears gave a few nervous flicks, all while feeling that cum still leak out of his tail, now dripping onto the table where he lay.

“Now, for your punishment…” the goat teased, staring down at the catboy and getting a weak mew out of him as that shadow loomed over his frame.

“What are you gonna do?” Aston shot back, still breathing hard from the fucking, but also feeling his breath and heart rate pick up again from the uncertainty. Still, he figured he could handle whatever the goat had in store for him, so his worry wasn’t critical… yet. That is, until the goat reached for one of the balls still on the table. 

It was a gentle gesture at first as the goat’s fingers spun the blue and white ball around between his digits, before turning his attention from the ball back down at the feline. “So, you like being a slut, huh?” the goat said with a somewhat commanding yet intrigued voice. “Well then, this should be no problem for you.”

Before Aston could say or do much of anything, the goat brought that ball down toward the table, and pushed the cool round object underneath Aston’s sack. It quickly found that slick hole, and with a slow twist the goat applied a bit of pressure, making Aston stretch to accommodate it.

The feline, and a few of the onlookers in the audience, gave out a strong gasp at that grind, probably for different reasons. It wasn’t unusual for Aston to make a mess of things around the club, but that usually stuck to floors, chairs, and anything else that could be easily wiped down. The pool table and things that people actually used were generally safe from such messes. Not the case tonight though as that pool ball ground away, spreading Aston’s hole with no give whatsoever, and making him repeat his grunts and strained cries, feeling the unforgiving burn much more than even the goat’s cock had given him earlier.

Yet, before Aston could get too mouthy, that ball reached its widest point, and with another little shove his pucker swallowed it up as those goat fingers pulled away, giving it over to the hungry feline. “Mmm, easy…” the goat replied with a grin, before trying to reach for another ball that was somewhat across the table. Someone ended up rolling it to him, which got a small nod shooting back from the goat as it entered his paw. He made quick work of pressing that ball right to that rim again, this time sliding it inside with even less finesse and just a decent bit of force. Aston cried out again, letting out a squeal at the intense sensation, which only faded a bit when that second ball met the first inside of him with a loud ‘clink’ that he felt through his guts.

“Mmmph, another!” the goat cried out, before realizing that they’d pocketed most of the other balls during their game. That didn’t stop someone from the audience from sliding another dollar into the mechanism and releasing the rest of the balls, with a few paws rolling them down the table to the feline, hitting him in the he hips and side with a few, while the others bounced off the railing and spread across the table, clinking off one another in the process.

The goat just smirked at the audience participation as he had his pick of balls, reaching out for the 8 ball and giving it a small twirl in his fingers. “Think we can fill you up with all of them?” he teased, leaving Aston squealing back a weak response, before he let a heavy wad of spit fall over that black ball, shining it up for the crowd. It was quickly moved down and pushed inside the feline as well, sliding in with a wet and somewhat easy pop as Aston’s rim swallowed it whole. Although, Aston was beginning to struggle at this point. That ball stayed pressed to his pucker, leaving that color and number readable between his spread rim, as the other balls inside him weren’t as easy to move much deeper. That left the groaning and panting feline hissing a little bit from the weight in his gut, although still doing his best to shoot up a small smile at the looming goat.

“Mmm, what’s the matter, slut?” the goat teased, before reaching for the cue ball and giving it a spin in his fingers. “Can’t handle the whole rack, huh? And here I thought you were the draw of this place - the real entertainment on this side of town!” Aston squirmed in the teasing, letting off a few deep breaths and another weak mew as he rocked his hips, trying to settle those heavy balls inside of him. “Eh, that’s fine,” the goat finally said, dropping the pressure from the feline, as he lowered his paw to push that white ball against his rim as well. It made the feline strain as it pushed the black ball back inside, with the whole train spreading out his passage to a wide girth all the way through. “I do want to see how good YOU are at pool though.”

That white ball popped inside of him with some further effort from the goat, leading to quite the few clanks and adjustments inside of his gut. Aston could really feel the heaviness of all them sitting in there as he struggled to catch his breath. They dragged his insides down and closer to the table, taking a good bit of effort to lift and let fall with each twitch surging through his body. Still, he had little time to adjust to the strange sensation, as the goat grabbed a hold of his legs and spun him a few degrees, lining up his ass with a pocket a few feet away. In between the boy and the pocket sat a red and white ball, an easy tap in for a real shot, but Aston was quickly learning what the goat had in mind for him.

“Squeeze and shoot!” the goat replied, getting a few cheers from the onlookers as the goat held the cat’s legs up and out of the way, aiming his pucker with a few small adjustments back and forth. Aston was more than happy to get some of that weight out of him, and with a clench of his inner muscles, he could feel those balls shifting around and grinding against one another, with that white ball plopping out of him with enough force to bounce and roll across the table, hitting into the other ball along the way. Unfortunately the shot wasn’t lined up all that well, and the target ball bounced off the bumpers in a slow and lazy set of corner bounces, while the white ball rolled to a stop shortly after. The black ball managed to escape as well as the feline gave another shift to his posture, watching as it inched its way toward the pocket, only to stop a bit short with a lack of momentum.

That got a disappointed but still excited cheer from the crowd as the feline looked down between his legs to see what had happened, only to add a weak smile up at the goat with quite an impressed expression, never imagining he’d be asked to do something like this. “Too bad,” the goat replied, before smirking and reaching for that white ball once more. The slick orb found its way back into Aston’s rear end with a casual pop, and as the feline was reset, he was aimed at another ball across the table, this time knowing what to do. Aston waited for the command, and when the goat was happy, he shouted out, “Fire away!” With those words, Aston pushed out against that ball, feeling it pop through his pucker with enough energy to travel down the table, hitting into the other ball, and this time creeping it right up to the edge before it sank into the pocket, getting a real strong cheer from everyone watching.

Aston shot off a happy huff as another accomplished smile broke over his face. From then on it became a race to clear the table, with the feline getting loaded up with the white ball, and maybe a few others when he needed some extra umph, only to get aimed by a few different paws, and then firing away to see what happened. He missed more shots than he made, but that only meant a reload to try again. It was a big strain on his hole and body though, with the cat soon getting a little sore from the effort, but he managed to sink the last ball, the 8 ball, with a strong shot across the table, leading to the growing crowd letting off the loudest cheer of the night. That white ball was stuffed inside one more time, lubed up by someone’s heavy pre from around the table, before Aston pocketed it into the closest hole he had with a weak little push, letting his pucker gape out nicely as it was certainly showing the wear from that ordeal. Still, with all the cocks around him now hard and having waited their turn for what seemed like ages, Aston was going to be plenty busy for the night to come. He knew that when he looked over to see the bull standing there, big and full cock in his hand, that there would be no turning back. It was finally time, as every night seemed to devolve into, for the orgy to begin.

“I heard the cat slut was ready for me,” the bull grunted back, looking as eager as ever as that cock was drooling pre all through his paw and over his shaft. It always made the feline shiver as the big beast stepped close and let that Monster loom over him with a few threatening sways. Those strong paws grasped the feline’s legs and slid him to the edge of the table, ass just barely hanging over it, as that cock pulled back to line up. The feline looked up to get a strong grin from the bull in return, with those big eyes staring right back at him. That cock lined up and got ready to thrust in, grasp on the feline’s legs growing stronger all the while…

It was at that point Aston’s phone started to beep at him, leaving the feline’s eyes shooting wide and his body twitching to attention. He could feel that strong burn under his tail fade in a flash as his mind hopped back to reality, yet he still squirmed for a second, as if reacting to the big plunge of that large cock tingling his tail. But, with a few deep breaths, and a slow unclenching of his paws, Aston steadied himself as his dreamy illusion faded. Without thinking too hard about it, he rolled over and grabbed onto his phone, pushing the slider over to shut off the alarm, before giving a strong grunt as he flopped back into bed, now staring up at the ceiling. 

“Even my dreams are naughty now…” he said after a moment to process everything, reaching down his paw to stroke at his morning wood under his sheets. He enjoyed that sensation for a few moments, playing with his balls and hard cock, before finally kicking off the sheets and rolling over to get up. He shook his head as he sat on the edge of his bed, as a small smile and chuckle rang through him, thinking back at the parts of his dream he remembered. Some of it was already fading, but he could remember the club, his fox friend, the pool balls, the bull…

With a slow slide off the edge of his bed, Aston kneeled on the ground, before digging his paw between his mattress and the box spring. He felt that familiar envelope there, before clenching his fingers around it and pulling it back out, just to marvel at the thick wad of bills inside. $2200! He’d counted it all several times, yet his fingers flipped through the bills again, just enjoying the feel of the paper against them. It was a lot, more than he knew what to do with, but it had been worth the strain of the filming and the next day’s soreness, and even the few big loads he’d taken post-filming.

Just thinking about that made Aston reminisce, reminded of all the good sensations he’d had during that session, and how impressed with himself he was after he was dropped back home. That was probably why his dreams had turned extra naughty recently as well, with the feline sending his paw down to give a rub to his groin one more time, seeing his erection still not going down. Maybe he had time for a quick paw before school… his mind was certainly up to it, as was his body. He still had that ‘coming soon’ preview for the video saved on his phone, the one with a few good shots of the action. Was it weird to paw to yourself? Well, if you didn’t, then why should anyone else Aston thought. He stuffed the money back into place, hopped up into his bed, grabbed a tissue from his night stand, and opened up that video file yet again to watch himself get railed, ready to release one large load to start his day off right.