Thursday February 7th, D’caht household 4:05 PM…

Gary could feel his back start to ache as he laid there, suspended several off of the ground naked and covered in sweat and cum. The metal and leather body swing he had been made to climb into just a few moments ago was beginning to protest loudly to having to hold up his considerable bulge, but remained steadfast. Glancing down between his spread legs he watched as his tormentor, another nude man in his mid-forties named Pete D’caht finish his cigar and lean back in his leather recliner.

“So… how ya feelin’ lard ass?” Pete asked taking his cigar out of his mouth. “Hope it’s not too uncomfortable-like swingin’ in da air over there.”

Gary gave a huff and glared at the younger man. “I’m just fine and dandy.” He lied. “In fact… I’m so comfortable I might just fall asleep here.” He yawned and pretended to fall asleep.

Pete didn’t buy the boasting for a second. “Really now?” He placed his cigar down on an ashtray and stood up, stalking towards Mr. Wey with a feral smile. “B’cause from where I’m standin’ ya sure look like yer startin’ ta fidget an awful lot.” Pete walked around the piece of sex furniture holding the hippopotamus in place, running is hand up Gary’s belly and chest his caressing ending when he took the man by the chin and forced him to look him in the eye. “Iffin ya want I could let ya down ya‘know?” He suggested taking. “Of course if I go an do that, you’ll have to give me a blow job fer bein‘ so kind to ya.”

Gary twisted out of Pete’s grip. “Just shut up D’caht and get back to what we were doing so that I can get home.” He commanded. “I don’t have all night to fool around with you.”

Pete chortled at the fierceness aimed towards him. He loved it when Wey tried to assert control over their little play sessions. It was always made it so much more fun taking him back down a peg when he got the other man wailing on his dick. “You’ll stay here as long as I want ya chunky.” Pete responded. “‘Member I got ya by the short and curlies cause ya couldn’t keep yer prick outta m’ boy. Heh-heh, Still watch that tape I made regularly.”

“I remember all too well fatass.” Gary’s snapped back as his face tinted. There was no way he could ever forget that wonderful day he had gotten that eighteen year old man into his bed and pounded that shapely behind of his. He also remembered the mortification he felt the next day when Pete showed him the video he had taken of the whole event during his voyeurism. Threatening to show it to their snooty neighbors if he ever got too “uppity” and forgot his place. A place which Gary was soon to learn was under the other man naked, on his back, and subject to the pervert’s every whim. And while Mr. Wey had to admit that the sex was good. It always made him feel embarrassed and angry that he could be so easily manipulated by, as he put it “some horny son-of-a-bitch”.  

Walking back around the sex swing, Pete picked up a tube of his favorite lube “EZ-Glide Strawberry flavor” off a shelve and then stood between Wey’s splayed legs. “Ya’know I’m really beginning ta enjoy our time together.” He remarked casually, squeezing some of the slippery goo within onto his hand and smearing it between his fingers. “Never had so much fun fuckin’ someone b’fore. Well… ‘cept fer my other bitch Tarn.” He lowered his hand and began to push his fingers between a pair of large gray cheeks, pressing the slickened digits against an already well used hole.

At the feel of the cold lube against his hot skin Gary hissed and shivered. ‘Bastard didn’t even bother to warm it up!’ He thought angrily to himself. Out loud he replied to Pete previous statement. “I’m not enjoying this D’caht.” He huffed as he was prodded. “Who would ever like having your greasy hands touching them?” 

Pete frowned at the gray man’s denial, jabbing forward and penetrating him mercilessly. “Do ya always have’ta be so difficult?” The dominate man began hooking and prodding his partner in just the right ways, so that any discomfort that the hippo might have been feeling instantly evaporated, his prostrate over stimulated by thick fingers.

With his mind going numb Gary rolled his head back, moaning and panting much to his own embarrassment. Somehow the jerk fingering him always knew just the right places to push inside of him to drive him mad. Which for Mr. Wey was an infuriating thought. 

Listening as Wey began to groan and cry out like some whore, Pete himself began to snicker. In his oh so “humble” opinion, nothing was better than seeing his fat playmate blissed out and taking it like the good little bitch he really was under all that pompous pride and loud Hawaiian shirts. After several more minutes of agonizing teasing and additional fingers, Pete finally deemed his slutty bottom was just about ready for something more substantial than his hand. “Ready ta have this fuckin’ log up dat big flabby ass Two-tons?” He asked, withdrawing them. 

Gary, tongue lolling out of his muzzle and chest rising and falling with his harsh breaths made a dismissive sound. “Log? … … As… as if D’caht… I-it’s more like a twig you got swinging down there.”

‘Fuckin’ smart mouth’ Pete growled in his head. The big man reached down and positioned his hard cock at Wey’s rear entrance, pressing the blunt head against the puckering hole. ‘Well let’s see if he can keep up the back sass after I do this!’ He grabbed Gary by the ankles and thrusted forward, impaling the man under him in one steady push. The fast action caused Mr. Wey bellow out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure as he was so fully filled by steel hard meat. Not skipping a beat Pete then began to shift his hips with a whip like snap. Fucking Gary hard and brutally, the metal chains of the swing rattling while the sounds of furry hips smacking against gray thighs filled the downstairs playroom with the noises of obscene debauchery.

“F-F-F-FUCK Y-Y-Y-YOU D-D-D-D’CAHT!” Gary sputtered as his ass was roughly pummeled. He could feel it as his toes curling and his eyes rolling back as he held onto the chains holding him up for dear life and was bred with such animalistic roughness that he thought he would just float away from the mind numbing pleasure he was feeling. Why was such a son-of-a-bitch like Pete so good at giving him pleasure?

Grinning down as he slammed into Mr. Wey‘s body, Pete let out a cruel sounding laugh. “I knew that this would put ya in yer place.” He mocked. “It always does. You prak-tilly melt when ya got a real man’s cock up yer flabby ass! *Bah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!*”

Upstairs a rushing Pj D’caht stopped on his way upstairs, the sound of his dad’s laughter filtering out from behind the door which led to the houses basement/man cave/playroom. For a moment he stared at the doorway tempted to go downstairs to find out what was going on below. But after giving it a second thought he decided against it. He really didn’t want to get roped into whatever the older man was doing tonight. “I just hope whatever it is it won’t interfere with my date with Moose.” He said to himself as he turned back around and padded up the stairs.

(You know something Mr. Diary I sometimes wonder how my dad is really handling this whole having sex with gay men thing. I know it looks like he‘s having fun, buying sex toys, watching dirty videos, and trolling hook-up sites. But still… he was a straight man for forty plus years. There has to be some sort of desire to return to what he was doing before he found me that day using a dildo on myself. Oh well… I guess all I can do about it is wait for him to say something about it. Cause trust me if my dad doesn’t like something you’re bound to hear about it.)
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Thursday February 7th, D’caht household 4:30 PM…

Pushing himself off of Mr. Wey a very satisfied and spent Pete picked up a nearby towel and used it to wipe away the sweat from his brow. “Whooee! That was one hell of a session.” He laughed. “Don’t you think so Two-tons?”

Mr. Wey gave a moan from his place in the sling, his large gray arms hanging over the edges. “Just let me down now D‘caht.” He sighed tiredly. “I’ve got to get to bed so that I can work in my garden tomorrow.” 

Pete huffed at impertinence he was being shown. “Dam it Wey, Can‘t ya just sit back an enjoy the afterglow fer a few seconds?” The younger man reached over and undid one of the snaps holding the cradle of the swing up. The chain instantly giving way and depositing a very surprised Mr. Wey onto the ground with a loud thud. “There ya go, happy now?”

Gary rubbed his sore bottom and glared up at Pete. “YOU FUCKING FAT-” He began to snarl.

“-Watch who yer callin’ fat, blubber butt.” Pete squatted down so that they were eye level. “I’m the boss here, and yer the loud mouth who’s only job is ta scream an’ beg while I work‘um over with my pud.” The pair shared a harsh gaze between them before Pete chuckled and patted Gary on the cheek. “An’ ta answer yer little question Wey: I ain’t finished with ya so you just stay yerself put.” Pete stood up straight and quickly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and a grungy wife beater. “I’ll be right back in a few.” He began to ascend the stairs holding out the tube of lube he had used for Mr. Wey to see. “Used up the whole tube fuckin’ those big ol’ gray cheeks ‘o’ yers so I gotta go and get some more.” The dark furred man let out another laugh and then left the basement leaving a very angry looking Mr. Wey in his wake.

Once outside of his playroom, Pete let himself indulge in an affectionate smirk. It always tickled him just right getting that hippo all angry and pouty. If only the older man would take the stick out of his ass and enjoy their fun. All in all Pete could actually start to consider Mr. Wey a friend if he would only do everything he asked without question, like Bubba and Howard did. ‘Then again there’d be no fun in that.’ He reminded himself as he began climbing the stairs to the second floor.

Stepping into the upstairs hallway Pete began hearing noises coming from the bathroom at the far end. ‘Probably the boy.’ The large man thought. ‘Wonder if he’s in the shower right now.’ At the thought of his son wet and naked the big man tiptoed his way down the hall and peeked into the bathroom. Unfortunately for his ever persistent libido, he wasn’t greeted by some nice naked skin but by the sight of his towel covered son staring at himself in the mirror. ‘Fuck it.’ He had been looking forward to a little peepshow too. Watching for a bit as the younger man stared at himself, Pete let his eyes drift southward landing on Pj’s round terry cloth covered behind. He just had to lay his eyes on that thing again; it had been a whole three hours since their last romp. 

Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the arousing sight and took a step inside of the doorway, watching silently as his son overreacted to a cowlick in his hair. Complaining and even going as far as to use some sort of sissy hair product to tame it. Seeing that the boy’s father thought that it was time for some good ol’ fashioned teasing. After all he couldn’t let the boy get too soft and prissy. “What the hell are you doin‘ in here boy?” He asked, smirking when he saw how his son jumped at the sound of his voice. His amusement only grew as entered and crossed the small bathroom an annoyed frown being shot at him. ‘Oh yeah this is goin’ ta be a real hoot.’ He thought darkly.

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A few minutes earlier...

Gary cursed to himself as he listened to the basement door slam shut. “I swear that guy is really getting on my last nerve.” He complained getting to his feet. “Day in and day out it‘s always-” He lowered his voice mimicking Pete. “-come on over here Two-tons I feel like turin’ you into a pig on a spit.” Mr. Wey went over to the chair Pete had vacated a short time ago and flopped down into it. “-And of course I have no choice but to go along with it and show up at his back door.”

The hippo’s cheeks flushed thinking about the call he had gotten only a few hours ago. He had been scandalized at his tormentors order to come right over to his house wearing nothing but the new outfit Pete had “so thoughtfully” bought for him, a pair of assless chaps with matching hat. When Gary had refused, Pete had not so subtly reminded him of the sex tape which he held over his head like the sword of Damocles. Leaving him with no other option but to put on the embarrassing outfit and run between their shared backyards with nothing else but his glasses and a pair of shoes on.

The whole event had been the latest in the long line of humiliations the younger man had forced him to endure. Pete making him wear a tight fitting red thong, making him have sex in a public dressing room, forcing him into that trice damnable swing on a regular basis! Giving a growl Gary sat up straight in his seat clenched fists in front of his face. He had to find a way… anyway to get that fucker D’caht under his thumbs for once. Let him see what it was like to be forced to be submissive one for once. 

“But how in criminy can I do it?” Gary said instantly deflating. The defeated man slouched back down into the chair and letting his arms fall over the sides of the chair. When he did he was surprised to feel something sitting on the floor under the piece of furniture, a hard rectangle shaped object. Curious he pulled out the item, revealing it to be a rather nice looking suitcase with the embossed words Howard Tarn on it which had been scratched out and replaced with Pete D‘caht. Looking warily from the suitcase in his hands to the still closed basement door, the hippo decided to open it. Inside there were several issues of dirty magazines, Playcat, Dirty Daddies, and Naughty Boys. “Figures D’caht would keep his porn in a suitcase instead of business papers.” 
 
Gary was about to throw the filthy thing away when he lifted up a magazine and saw a manila folder sitting under it. “Now what do we have here?” Lifting the folder out of the case and opening it Mr. Wey was surprised to see that it contained a mess of business receipts, bank statements, and several unfinished tax forms. It was these forms that caught his attention the most. Pulling one out and reading it, the sexagenarian quickly learned two things about his sadistic neighbor. One: That Pete seemingly had a lot of money coming to him from the government, and two: said money seemed to be coming from a few very, very “creative” loopholes and a lot of boldface lies involving his used car lot. 

The old hippo smiled evilly realizing what he was now in possession of. A full proof way to get even with D‘caht. Knowing that he had to get out of the basement with his evidence as soon as possible, Mr. Wey quickly located and put on the disgusting outfit he had been forced to wear and raced up the creaky basement stairs as quietly as he could. At the top Gary carefully opened the door and poked his head out checking to see if the coast was clear. When he saw that he was alone he stepped out onto the first floor. “Good… that fat ass is still upstairs.” He whispered gleefully to himself. Now all he had to do now was get out the back and he was free and clear to exact his revenge. ‘I can’t wait to see his face when I-’

The gray man’s thought were interrupted when a shy, “Is something wrong Mr. Wey” came from behind him.

Crying out in shock the older man spun around towards the sound of the voice behind him, thinking for a moment that Pete had returned and had caught him red handed. What he found though was the younger D’caht looking well groomed and starring back at him with curiosity in his eyes. It only took a moment for Gary to calm himself down. Fear being replaced with angry annoyance. “Oh, it’s you kid.” He felt himself frown. “What’s the idea with scaring the HELL OUTTA ME FOR?” Mr. Wey snapped his large mouth shut cursing himself for yelling the last part.

The D’caht boy flinched at his hollering. “Sorry about frightening you sir.” He apologized sincerely. “I just didn’t expect to see you over here. Wearing… something like that.”

For a second Gary didn’t know what the brat meant by that but then a sudden chill to his ass reminded him. “It’s not like I wanted to dress up like some Tom of Finland pinup.” He snapped. “It was your dumbass dad’s idea for me to wear this abomination while we played in that little playroom of his he built.”

Mr. Wey watched as Pj shuddered at the mention of the room downstairs. Most likely his sicko father had taken him down there and had made him do the same stuff he had been forced to do. ‘Poor boy having to satisfy that horny motherfucker.’ Gary thought to himself. ‘Then again from I’ve seen this kid is just as bad as his old man.’

The chubby boy gave him a worried look. “He didn’t do anything too over the top to you did he?“ 

Mr. Wey almost laughed. ‘Naw kid he only got me up into a big old swing and pounded my ass ten ways till Sunday.’ He thought moodily. Seeing that an answer was expect he responded with a smug “Nothing that I can’t handle.” and patted his folder of evidence.

Pj looked like he was about to ask what he meant but kept his mouth shut when the doorbell rung drawing his attention elsewhere. “Sorry that‘s for me.” He said respectfully. “I‘ll see you later I guess Mr. Wey.” 

Gary barely paid attention to the goodbye knowing that he better get moving before the boy’s father dragged his ass back downstairs and found out what he was planning. Padding into the kitchen the heavyset man actually giggled, the smug fucker D’caht was going to rue the day he messed with him. But before he actually dropped the anvil maybe he should make sure of what he had. Picking up the D’caht’s kitchen phone Wey picked it up and placed the cracked receiver against his small ear and began dialing. He knew just the right person to tell him if what he had would be good enough blackmail. 

It took several nerve wracking minutes or ringing before someone finally picked up the other end of the line. A bored sounding, “Hello this is Tuskie’s Tax and Financial Networks, Say T.T.F.N to all your money troubles. How may I help you tonight sir and or madam?” coming over the line

Gary rolled his eyes at the tone that the other person had used to answer the phone. ‘Don’t young people have any pride in having a good job?’ He wondered. When he had worked phone lines at his realtor job years ago he had been much more cheery and friendly, insulting customers with bad manners could get one fired. Responding to the other man Gary said. “Hello, this is Gary Wey; I was hoping you could connect me to Mr. Evans if he still works there.”

“*Yawn* your just catching him sir.” The voice on the other end replied. 

There was some muffled talking before Mr. Evans voice rang out from the receiver. “Um… Hello?”

“Hey Robby it’s me Mr. Wey, I hope you remember me.” Gary said. The person on the other end of the line, a prairie dog named Robby Evans had done his taxes last year. The nervous little man had been a pain to talk to. But had gotten him a big rebate so Gary knew he would be able to help him.

“Ah yes Mr. Wey I remember you quite clearly.” There was a tone of amusement in the rodent’s voice that pissed the older man off a little. “Still wearing those… *snerk* …“lovely” shirts?”

“Yeah I’m still wearing them.” Mr. Wey grumped back. Why did people always harp on his choice of dress? Besides, he didn’t have time for idle chit-chat, D’caht might be back and second now. “Listen… I was wondering if you’d be able to tell me something.” He realized that he had to word this just right as not to sound suspicious. “I’ve sort of found out that a friend-” Gary nearly choked on the word. “-That a friend of mine who owns a business might be cheating on his taxes and I’d know what exactly could get him into the most trouble, I, ah… ah mean what would get him into the most trouble with the IRS.”

Mr. Evans didn’t answer at first wondering what was going on. “Well lying about how much income he makes can get him into big trouble.”

Gary looked at the paper, rereading it and noticing that Pete had told the IRS that he only made thirty dollars a week at his used car lot. The hippo didn’t know much about what the younger man charged for cars but there was no way it was that low. Especially with all the high-priced toys he bought all the time. “Alright, good… good anything else?”

“Well…” Mr. Evans was quiet for several seconds thinking. “… He can also get into trouble for lying about business expenses. You know adding personal things. Trying to get deductions for them” Wey chuckled at that, according to Pete he had spent the night once in a two thousand dollar hotel room with a Jacuzzi and Maine lobster dinners and breakfasts, that he just needed to stay at during a car retailers convention. Continuing the prairie dog checked off a list of several other things, each of them present on D’caht’s little tax form.

“THIS IS GREAT!” Gary said happily. This was it! He had the blackmail he needed to turn the tables. “I…I mean thank you for informing me about all these things. I‘ll do my best to warn my friend about his actions.”

“It’s no problem sir.” Mr. Evans gave a small laugh. “OH, One thing! Just so you know your friend can only get into trouble if he‘s actually sent his forms out to the government. So as long as he hasn‘t sent them out he technically hasn‘t lied yet and he‘s safe. I hope you can help him reconsider what he‘s trying to do. Tax evasion can be a very serious crime that can lead to…”  

Mr. Wey didn‘t hear the rest of what the other man was saying to tempted to throw the phone across the room in rage. The papers he had gotten hadn’t been mailed yet, in fact D’caht’s signature was even missing from a few of them. ‘Fuck it; guess this was all a waste of time.’ He growled. ‘But still… this proves that he’s up to something. Maybe I can find his returns from last year and use them!’ Gary thought for several moments how he could accomplish that. He could sneak up into the younger man’s room and search he supposed. But… he wasn’t the sneakiest person. With his weight and size it was kind of hard to be. Then it hit him. Pete must have files and the like at his stupid car lot!

“Hello?” Mr. Evans voice broke the hippo’s concentration. “Mr. Wey? Did what I tell you answer your questions?” 

Gary held the phone back up to his head. “I’m still here kid.” He answered. “And yeah what you said is going to help out real good.” The older man chuckled sinisterly. 

“Um… well that’s good then.” Robby laughed awkwardly, the person he was speaking with on the other end of the line was starting to creep him out a little. “Just tell that friend of yours that if he’s having so much trouble with his taxes that he really should come on down here. I’m sure we’ll be able to help him so that he doesn’t have to resort to cheating to make ends meet.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be sure to tell D’caht that.” Gary snorted. Like he would ever do anything to help that man.

“Wait… are you taking about Pete D’caht!?” Evans’ voice called out over the phone in alarm. “Because if you are then- *click*” Mr. Wey quickly hung up the phone not caring to hear anything else the other man had to say. He needed to hurry down to that car lot of D’caht’s and get the papers he needed so that he could add it to what he already had. With proof of past and future scamming he would have D’caht over a barrel. The only thing now was how he would get down there. He didn’t own a car, taking the bus when he need to go out which wasn’t much. Looking around thinking Gary’s eyes fell on the keys to that wreck of a car the cat puttered around in sitting on the kitchen table. “I suppose I don‘t really have another choice.” Mr. Wey said to himself as he reached over and picked them up.

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Thursday February 7th, D’caht household 5:00 PM…

Pete was happily humming to himself as he made his way back to his playroom box of dirty toys in hand. It was going to be an interesting night with what he had planned. He had just bought the new assblaster DX™ and was looking forward to using it on his playmate downstairs. Maybe after loosening him up a little both figuratively and literally with the giant dildo Wey would finally admit to liking being fucked by him. Maybe Pete could even convince him to finally agree to having that four way with his old army buddies Bubba and Howard. That’d be a hoot! Three men each fighting and crawling over each other to pleasure him open mouths and greedy asses. 

Going back down to the basement Pete shook the box of in his hands announcing. “I’m back Two-tons! Ready to start up again!?” When no answer reached his ears the middle-aged man frowned and looked around his furnished room, finding out that he was alone. “Don’t tell me that stubborn fucker went home!’ He said dangerously. “I swear he jus don’t get it!” With a growl Pete put his box down on the ground and turned to go back upstairs to wrangle his wayward guest. But, before the large man could even put one foot on the steps, his cell phone lit up and began ringing. “Fer fuck sakes!” Pete pulled the ringing device out of his boxers and after pushing the call button he held the thing to his ear. “Who the fuck is this?”

“You always know how to answer the phone in the most charming way Petey?”

Pete’s angered lessened hearing the voice and he smiled despite his annoyance. It was one of his oldest friends, a man by the name Robert Tuskie, a larger than life elephant who owned the biggest tax business in the state. “Heya Long-nose what can I do ya fer?” Pete asked. “And make it quick, ‘cause I got sumthin’ ta handle over her.”

There was deep chuckling on the other side of the line. “I won’t keep you long, you old bastard.” Robert said jokingly. “I just wanted to inform you about a rather interesting phone call we got down here a few minutes ago.” 

Pete gave and exasperated huff. Why on earth would he care about anything that happened down at the pachyderm’s stupid tax hut. “Fine I’ll bite what’s so interestin’ ‘bout this call?”

“It was an older man calling about some information about your taxes” Robert clarified. “Seemed that he was interested about what sorts of things could get someone in trouble with the IRS.” 

Pete raised an eyebrow at that and peered over to the spot he had placed the work forms he had brought home the previous afternoon. When he noticed the suitcase he kept them in was sitting opened on top of his leather chair he realized who this “older man” who called his buddy was. “Why that big fat…” Pete for once held back his curse. “Appreciate the heads up Tuskie.” He thanked the other man as he padded up the stairs and into his living room. “By the by you still comin’ to da poker game in two weeks?”

“As if I would miss the opportunity to relieve you of some of that fortune I‘ve helped you amass over the years.” Robert said his voice descending into a playful growl.

“Just ya come over here an’ try keyboard teeth!” Pete pushed the end button and shook his head, mind going back to what Wey was up to. It was going to be fun confronting him about his thievery and then making him sorry he ever thought to try and get even. Pete was about to go over to the sneaky man’s house when oddly he heard the sound of his car starting up outside. Frowning, the salesmen walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains, looking out just in time to see his Studebaker speed by the front of his house, the silhouette of a certain hippo behind the wheel as the vehicle passed. 

“Huh… ’spose I shoulda paid more attention to the flabby S.O.B.” Pete hummed nonchalantly. This was really a surprise; his stuffy neighbor had gone from disobeying him, to blackmailing, to grand theft auto. All in all he was impressed. But of course there was still the fact of whom Mr. Wey was messing with and in the dark furred males mind that just couldn’t go unchallenged. With a sinister smirk Pete dialed another number, holding the receiver to his ear as it rung. 

When whoever he was calling picked up Pete was greeted with a sleepy sounding, “Heya this is Bubba speaking, what can I do for ya?”

“Bubba get yer scaly ass over here I need ya.” Pete responded. “And bring that horn head Tarn with you.”

An annoyed grunt came over the cell. “Come on Boss you had me working all night yesterday. Can‘t fooling around wait until I‘ve had my eight hours?”

“This ain’t about being horny.” The other man informed the Cajun. “This is about showing someone that they ain’t goin’ ta get away with messin’ with Pete D’caht.”

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Spoonerville Streets 6:30 PM…

Gary could feel his palms sweating and his mind racing as he drove down the street, hands clutching the driver‘s wheel so tightly that it threatened to break. He still couldn’t believe he had done something so illegal, so crazy, so… wild! Driving off in D’caht’s car so that he could break into a used car lot and loot through the feline‘s personal files. ‘I must be going nuts!’ He said to himself, looking into the rearview mirror. But at the same time as the words came into the mind he also realized that he hadn’t felt this alive in a very long time. Not since that summer of love in sixty-seven. When he ran around the countryside naked as a jay bird with flowers in his hair, partook in exotic… substances, and slept around with more men then he could remember. 

But of course he couldn’t let this thrill or the memories of bell bottoms and way too much facial get the better of him. He was an adult now not some seventeen year old hippie anymore. He needed to calm down and remember his plan so that he could get back to more important things like… c-span… and gardening…. And… building up the value of his home so that he could use the money to retire to some island somewhere. A dream that would be in constant danger if D’caht kept him doing all those filthy and degrading things in the bed. 

Gary snarled at the reminder of having sex with that manipulative ass. He could still remember the morning after he had slept with that “pig’s” son. Waking up in Pete D’caht’s bed and being almost imminently dragged into their sick deal…

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Last November…. 

With his head spinning as the world around him slowly came into focus a sleepy Gary Wey sat up and opened his wide mouth. Yawning and scratching the side of his belly as he woke from a deep slumber. He really couldn’t remember the last time he had such a peaceful night’s sleep. ‘Wonder what caused it?’ The sixty-three year old wondered. After rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes the hippo peered around and quickly realized that he wasn’t in his wonderfully comfy bedroom in his beautifully decorated house. No, the shabby looking room he was in had beaten up furniture and clothes strewed about it, some of which were his own. “Where the hell am I?” He asked.

A deep snore answered his question making the gray man cringe as memories of the previous night resurfaced. Having wonderful sex with that D’caht boy, getting caught by his father, and then an all-night threesome where they both took turns pounding the younger man’s bottom while they drank Pete‘s secret stash of imported beers. Fearfully Mr. Wey stared down to the source of the snoring and was absolutely horrified to see Pete D’caht laying there, a smug smile gracing his stupid looking face as he mumbled and drooled in his sleep.

Gary could feel a cold sweat begin to run down his neck. Had he really done all those things yesterday? After three decades of clean living, sobriety, and chastity had he willingly allowed himself to descend into a night filled with depraved debauchery. Frantically Gary realized he had to get out of there before the man next to him awoke and get himself back into his own house where he could wash away any and all evidence of his actions. Carefully the hippo slid himself out of the bed he had shared the night before and quietly made his way to the bedrooms closed door. Picking up his discarded clothing as he slinked his way out. All went well until he was just about to reach for the doorknob. That’s when the floor beneath his foot sank and a loud creak filled the once quiet room like the sound of a gunshot going off in a library.

“Well, well, well looks who’s tryin’ ta take the old walk’o’shame outta my room this time.” Pete’s voice rang out from behind the sneaking man.

Gary cringed and glanced back over his shoulder, seeing Pete sitting up in his bed, chest bare and blankets polled around his wide waist “I-I wasn’t taking a walk of shame D’caht.” The older man huffed. “I… was just going off to the bathroom.”

Pete raised an eyebrow. “If that wuz the case tons of fun then you coulda just walked out without yer clothes.” He chuckled and pointed to the bundle of clothes Mr. Wey had in his arms. “After all, not like me or the boy mind seein‘ yer big gray flabby ass struttin‘ down the hall.”

“WELL I MIND!!” Mr. Wey snapped. He could already feel his face heating up at the thought of walking around without anything on. Dick swinging back and forth with his footsteps and cool breeze giving him chills. He was over sixty for god’s sake. 

“Don’t go gettin’ all bashful-like on me now Wey.” Pete got up from his bed and started sauntering towards his guest. Still naked body as big and intimidating as it had been the night before when Gary had watched the man bend his son over a chair and fuck him like an animal. “After all… I spent a hellava lotta time lookin’ at that giant ass ‘o yers last night while we what had our fun.”

“T-T-That you may have D’caht but that does not mean I want you to see it now.” Gary told him covering his hind quarters with both his hands and clothes. “Last night was a mistake and I plan on never allowing it to happen again. Having an… an…. an threesome with a CRUM BUM like you.” The perturbed man turned to exit the room and get away from the younger man’s lewd talk. However he was unable too because he quickly found himself roughly pushed up against the bedroom door, held in place by Pete’s heavy bulk. 

“I didn’t say ya could leave yet wide load.” The other growled into the hippo’s ear. “I ain’t finished havin’ my fun with ya this mornin’.”

Gary tried his best to struggle out of his attackers grip, giving a frustrated grunt when it proved to be futile. “Let go of me you fatass!” He threatened. “You’re not going to force me to stay here!”

“Who said anything ’bout forcin’ you?” Pete chuckled. He let his hand travel down the older man‘s body gripping a limp penis with his gloved palm. “Yer goin’ to stay because if you don’t I’ll make sure everyone knows ‘bout you and ’m son playin’ peekidy-boo under the covers yesterday.”

“Fuck you D’caht!” Gary huffed. “You don’t have any way to proof that it happened anyhow.” Using every bit of strength he had Wey wrenched his arm free and tried to elbow the man behind him in the ribs. Unfortunately the heavyset man’s attack was his quickly deflected and the pressure holding him down only increased. 

Continuing his own threats as if Mr. Wey hadn’t just tried to hurt him, Pete began to grind his bare crotch against the hippo’s naked ass. Fully erect cock sliding up and down the other man’s crack. “I got all da proof I need, ya big windbag. B’fore I inter-na-rupted you and my slutty son. I caught the whole thing thanks to da “security” camera’s I had the kids put up. Heh-heh, I knew those babies would pay off.” He snickered. “Now I got m’self a nice little porno I can watch whenever I feel like. Fuck, might even invite some of the neighborhood iffin you keep tryin’ ta leave.” 

Gary could feel himself paling hearing what the younger man now had in his possession. He could almost see the eighty year old church lady down the street, the ex-marine two doors down, and the pastor on the corner, all sitting down and watching shocked as Pete replayed his amorous affair with his son for all of them to see and judge him with. Giving a defeated sigh Gary hung his head down. “Fine… what are your terms?”

Pete let him go and stepped back, grinning at the fact that he had just won their little struggle for dominance. “My terms?” The smug man began. “Well my terms are the same as they were yesterday fatso. You get ta keep fuckin’ my little slut and all ya gotta do is stop griping every time I do sumthin’.”

Mr. Wey gave the other man a suspicious glare. “That’s all?”

Pete tapped his chin pretending to think. “Yeah that’s all…” He started. “… … …‘cept there’s one more clause to our little deal now. You gotta get yerself over here an’ let me lay pipe anytime I feel like it.”

“Lay pipe?” Gary didn’t really know what that meant. He wasn’t the sort to be up on the new “lingo” younger people used.

Pete gave the hippopotamus a cruel sounding chortle. “It means yer goin’ ta bend your chubby self over and let yours truly fucky-nate the hell outta ya!” 

All Gary could do was gasp at the outrageousness of the request presented to him. There was no way he was going to let this obnoxious jackass have sex with him. The memories from last night just watching him have sex were enough to leave mental scars. Wey was about to tell the other man as such when Pete moved, grabbing him by both the arms and spinning them around towards the bed. Using Gary’s resulting dizziness from the unexpected action Pete then gave him a mighty push sending the hippo toppling over the end of the room’s large bed and onto his back legs up in air. 

“Goin’ to be a real nice sight seein’ you all naked and ready fer a good fuckin’.” Pete remarked getting on top of his still stunned next door neighbor. “What do you think Two-tons?” He reached down and began pressing his fingers against Mr. Wey’s furrow using firm pressure to make the much older man gasp at the sensation. 

Gary bit his bottom lip as if trying to remain silent but after Pete moved on to jabbing his fingers into his hole he yelped finally answering. “I… I think I’m going to be sick.” He puffed. There wasn’t any way he was going to give in just because of the ripples of joy D’caht’s hand was causing. He had his dignity… even if he was on his back with his legs in the air.

‘Huh-huh sure you are.’ Pete could instantly see that the man under him was enjoying what he was doing even if he didn’t want to say it. “Well prepared to be sick fer the next hour or so.” Shifting between the hippo’s legs Pete placed Wey’s thick gray legs around his waist and began to push his now hard and leaking member against the older man’s rear entrance. “Ready for a ride grandpa?”

“Like I really got a choice in the matter.” Gary grumped. “And don’t call me GRANDPA!” 

“I’ll call you whatever I want!” With that Pete pushed forward, his cock working its way deep into Mr. Wey’s ass and both men grunting from the feelings of tightness that followed the intrusion. Before his partner could grow too used to his “uninvited” entrance Pete began to move his hips. Thick cock sinking in to the root then retreating back out. Forcing Gary to feel every inch as it left his insides. “That’s it Two-ton’s take m’ fuck stick!” Pete blustered fully getting into what he was doing. Wey was almost as tight as his son had been the first time. “Take it right up that fuckin’ fat ass of yers! Iffin you can handle it much longer!!” 

“FUCK YOU D’CAHT!” Mr. Wey responded. But even as he cursed the man he could feel his body responding to what he was doing. It felt so good to be fucked like this again. It had been ages since he had someone do this. Without realizing it he soon found himself wrapping his legs around Pete’s waist, squeezing the other man as hard as he was able. There was no way he was just going to lay there and take it. “I’m a real man and unlike you I know how to fuck someone. I can….*grunt* barely feel your limp dick inside me!” 

“Tough talk comin‘ from a man who’s grunting wit every thrust!” Pete joked. Even being impaled his guest was still a mouthy thing. He could get used to that. “Ya know what I’m thinkin’?  I’m thinkin’ a fat bitch like you is just loving this! My ol‘ D‘caht meat up yer gray ass!” 

“Like hell I do!” Mr. Wey spat when his prostrate was hit for the first time. ‘OH GOD!!’ He screamed in his head.

Seeing the look on the other man‘s face and the arms grabbing his biceps Pete knew he had hit the bull’s-eye. “Ha-Ha! I knew it.” He laughed. Continuing to pound and thrust the large man suddenly got the feeling they were being watched and looked behind them confirming this feeling. There was his son standing there watching as his father had his way with their loud neighbor. “Oh it’s you boy.” Pete said to him. “Didn’t hear ya come in.”

Hearing Pete speak to someone Mr. Wey tilted his head to the side and peered past the man on top of him, eyes going wide when he realized that Pj was in the room with them. ‘Now I really am going to be sick.’ The gray man thought bitterly. A young whippersnapper like that standing there and watching as he was ruthlessly fucked like some sort of prostitute. He wouldn’t ever be able to look the boy in the eyes again.

It seemed like Pj was in the same state of mind because he blushed too, trying to avoid eye contact with both men. “Um…Yeah dad I came to see-” Gary moaned loudly Pete hitting that same spot within him once again much to the oldest man’s eternal shame. “-To see if you’re ready to drive me to school.” The younger D’caht finished quickly.

Pete barely paid attention to his son, instead opting to pull out of Wey’s ass and flip him over onto his big belly. This was always his favorite position. Easier to get in balls deep, plus the lovely sight of an already well fucked ass swallowing his meat. After reentering his now compliant partner the thrusting man answered remembered that his son needed a ride so that he could go on that stupid trip with Clancy. “Oh yeah I almost fergot ‘bout that. Come on over son, take a load off and watch yer old man show this one his new place.

“But dad you know I have to leave soon.”

“It won’t be longer son” Pete huffed. “I’m almost done here.”

Mr. Wey watched as the boy seemed to consider his father’s offer. But ultimately seemed to rebuke it reaching behind himself for the doorframe. Which Gary was thankful for, he didn’t need anyone else around to see this up close.  “Oh, that’s alright dad.” Pj began. “I… I should be getting ready to go anyway. jus… just come down once… *wow* …once you’re done.”

“Fine boy whatever.” Pete snapped. If the boy didn‘t want to do anything right then there was no need to force him. After all, all he really had to do when he really wanted a good lay was flash him some dick and he was on all fours ready to get it bad. Plus it wasn’t like he needed something to fuck right then, not with his new playmate under him moaning and clutching at the pillows. Shifting his focus back to said fuck buddy, Pete smirked saying. “Say lardass you ready to admit yer my newest bitch?”

“Like hell bastard!” Gary growled glaring back over his shoulder. “Only reason you’re up there is cause your blackmailing me.”

“Yeah well ya shouldn’t have done what you did larbutt.” Pete started to jack hammer into his reluctant new bottom all gentleness, which they wasn‘t much, now gone. “Now yer payin’ wit yer big ol flabby ass.”

That flabby ass remark really made Gary see red. Like D’caht really had any room to talk. The man was just as fat as he was. “That the best you can do!” He goaded the other man.

Pete gave him a dirty look in response. He was going to show him! “Let’s see if yer still such a smartass by the time I’m finished fuckin‘ you stupid.”

Gary absently noticed that Pj had left them to their rutting, not that he truly cared anymore. All he could concentrate on was the thick shaft of iron working its way in and out of him. But he was still thankful that no one was watching this spectacle. “B-BRING IT ON!” He roared in challenge. The two men continued their frenzied rutting until Gary climaxed, shouting like a wounded animal as he sprayed his seed onto the blankets below them. Pete came at almost the same time grunting and huffing against Wey’s neck and filling his now red and pleasurably bruised backside with hot torrents of feline seed.

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Present…

The sound of a police car pulled Mr. Wey out of his thoughts of that steamy morning four months ago and back to the present. Looking into the rearview window he hoped and prayed that they weren’t for him. But of course they were and he could imminently see the reason why he was being stopped. Apparently he was going over eighty miles per hour. ‘Guess I sort of got myself distracted.’ He reasoned. 

After pulling over the hippo watched in the rearview mirror as the officer who stopped him parked behind him and took his sweet time getting out of his patrol vehicle. The officer was St. Bernard, middle aged and a little doughy. In Gary’s opinion he was also a little handsome too, then again the older man had always had an attraction to men in uniform. He could still remember getting hot and bothered watching the Village People perform YMCA.  

Stepping up to the car he pulled over the police officer tapped on the window and waited patiently for the man inside to roll it down. “Hello sir.” He began in a slight Irish accent. “Did you happen to know you were doing eighty in a fifty mile per hour zone?”

“Ha-ha sorry about that officer I was sort of distracted.” Wey said being honest. All that “fighting the man” he had done in the sixties he taught him that it wasn’t a good idea to lie to the police. “Is there any way I can just say I’m sorry and promise to never do it again.”

The hippo could see that his suggestion was being ignored when the police man took out his ticket booklet and began writing in it. “License and registration please sir.” He said sternly.

Gary sighed and took his driver’s license out of his pocket. “Here you go.”

“Alright Mr.… Wey.” The dog said taking the license and reading his name off of it. “Now hand over the car’s registry if you would.”

“Um…” Mr. Wey opened the glove compartment and quickly produced the paper the other man wanted. But not after having to brush off some dirt and stale French fries off of the document. Pete certainly was a slob, couldn’t even keep his own car clean. “H-Here you go…”

The officer took registration ad looked it over. When his eyes fell over where the car’s owner was written he looked back up at the man seated in the car. “This is… Pete’s D’caht’s Studebaker?” He asked in a curious tone. “The one he never lets anyone else drive.”

Gary flinched as if he had been hit. “H-How do you know that?” He asked cautiously.

“Me and Pete are old acquaintances.” The policeman smiled fondly for a moment before his serious demeanor returned and he frowned. “And as his old buddy I know he don’t go lending his car to anybody. So how is it that you find your fine self sitting behind the wheel.”

Mr. Wey had to think fast. It just figured that he would get pulled over by someone who that rotten bastard D’caht was in cahoots with. “I… I’m um… … Pete told me to take his car and deliver some papered to his car lot.” to prove what he was saying was true the hippo unzipped his coat and showed him the folder that he was still carrying around. He was glad that he had decided to bring the infernal thing to a proof that D’caht had been planning to scam the government again.

The St. Bernard snorted in amusement. “And he told you to drive down there in his “baby”.”

“Yes… he said he’d be happy to let me drive it.” Gary gave the man outside the car a nervous look. Believing that his lies were being seen right through. He knew it was bad trying to deceive the police. 

But just as it looked like the panicking man was going to be caught the officer laughed and nodded. “Well if that’s the case-” He handed the license and registry back to the hippo. “-Then I might as well let you go. Can’t have my pal paying for some ridicules ticket. I know I’d never hear the end of it if I did.” The dog ripped the ticket out of his book and crumpled it up. “You go and have yourself a nice night sir and be sure to tell Petey that I’ll see him at the game two Sundays from now.”

“T-THANK YOU SIR!” Gary said happily. He watched as the brown and white canine gave him a friendly grin and walked back to his patrol car. “Fucks alive I thought I was done for.” He sighed in relief. 

Making sure he was doing it slowly Wey shifted the car back into drive and took off, happy to be back on his way. Unknown to the departing man however the police officer was watching him intently, a frown crossing his muzzle. He had realized that he was being lied to before the older man had even opened his mouth. Reaching into the back seat the dog pulled out his phone. He had someone to call…

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Downtown Spoonerville 6:40 PM…

“So… you gonna tell us why we’re driving around town at this time of night boss man?” Bubba asked for the eighth time. 

“And why I just had to come along too Sarge.” Howard Tarn added from his seat behind the gator.

Pete took his cigar out from between his lips and flicked the ashes out the window before he decided to answer. “You’re here beefy ‘cause yer my bitch an‘ you ain‘t got a choice in da matter.” He growled lowly. “An’ as for you suitcase, it’s b’cause you owe me fer hauling yer ass outta jail that one time.”

The gator gave a dismissive snort as he continued to drive his old pick-up truck down the street. “Why the hell should Bubba be thanking you for that? Was having a good old time double teaming those two frog robbers.”

“Sure you wuz snaggletooth.” Pete remembered the slightly pissed off look he had received from all three of the sloppily dressed men when he and an officer buddy of his had come to free the green scaled man from the drunk tank. It was hard to believe that bubba had been able to keep his sexual orientation a secret form him until only recently. “Can you believe this seven foot slut Tarny?”

“N-no I can’t Sarge.” Howard responded haughtily. “Then again I can’t believe a lot of things about tonight.” The bull was still a little bit angry about having been dragged out of his house by his two friends. It had been hard to explain to his wife why he was going off with some strange men while they were in the middle of their family dinner. “I have to agree with Jake‘s question though-” Bubba glared at the horned man when he said his first name. “-why are we doing this again?”

“We’re doin’ this b’cause we got ourselves a real big problem boys.” Pete finally told them. “I under-ester-mated one of my little side projects and now we gotta go and make sure he don’t go blabbing about my… creative adulty-ter-ations to the lot’s taxes.”

Bubba chuckled. “So that fat old guy you’ve been nailing finally grew some balls, huh?” Pete had told the giant man about how he had been coercing his next door neighbor into letting him have sex with him. Even go as far as to give the alligator a copy of the tape he had made of the hippo fucking Pj, which Bubba had enjoyed watching every chance he got. “If that’s the case then why exactly do we gotta go hunting for him? Not like your stupid enough to leave evidence of yer “creativity” lying around at the office Petey.” He shrugged. “You could have jus waited till he came back home tail between his legs.”

Pete crossed his arms and slouched down in his seat chewing angrily on the stogie. “I ain’t goin’ ta let Wey think that he can go ’round and ransackin’ in my drawers, lookin’ fer stuff to blackmail me with.” He punched his palm and growled. “He needs ta be punished right away… heh-heh and I thought you pair of numnuts might be good help.”

Both Howard and Bubba looked at each other in the rearview window then nodded. The three of them had agreed long ago that if someone messed with one of them, then they‘d help each other out best they could to get revenge. “Ok Boss man, but next time, at least wait until morning or something.”

Pete smirked and was about to tell his friend that they would come running anytime he called. But the words fell away when he looked ahead of them and took notice to a bright red sports car off in a parking lot up ahead. He knew that car anywhere. It belonged to the monkey boy. “Scales stop the car here.” He commanded.

“What… why!?” Despite his bewilderment at the request Bubba pulled over to the side walk. “Did you see’im or something?” 

“Naw, but I saw sumthin’ jus as good.” Pete opened his car door and stepped out. “I want you two ta keep lookin’ for my Studebaker while I make some arrangements.”

“What sort of arrangements Sarge?” Howard asked looking out from the back seat. 

“The kind that’s none of yer business horn head. Just get yerselves moving and start ta searchin’!” Pete slammed the door shut and glared at the two men until Bubba shifted the car back into drive and took off. “Why does everyone want to question me today?” The middle-aged man grumbled as he walked over to the sports car. Looking around Pete noticed an old movie theater nearby. Most likely place where the vehicle’s owner was.

‘Shoulda known that ape would have done something as corny as take his son to the movies fer a date.’ Pete thought in amusement. ’If it were me I’d just took the slut right to the backwoods and screw’um till it was time ta go home.’  

Smirking at the thought of doing his son in a car Pete reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone, scrolling down the contacts list and highlighting “Banana Breath’s” number. The cell rang for a few seconds before Moose answered. “Hello… this you Mr. D?”

“Who the hell else do you know who has this voice?” Pete said with an affectionate chuckled. 

“Well… I sort of remember this guy named Jim that I went to school with who sounded like you.” The ape responded. “You also sound lot like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh sometimes.”

‘Smart mouth little…’ Pete gave a sigh to calm himself down. He needed to focus; there was always time to make the gorilla pay later, when he was on his back in bed. “Listen I want ya to git your ass outta the movie place and meet me at yer car in ten seconds, got it.”

“But Mr. D…” Moose almost whined. “Me and Peeje are about to go into the movies.”

“Don’t worry Monkey boy I won’t keep you long.” Pete huffed. “You’ll be back and suckin’ face in the theater before you know it.”

There was an annoyed groan on the other side of the line then a grumpy, “Ok sir I’ll be right out.” before the line went dead. Pete stared at the small phone in his hand. He was starting to get tired at the disobedience he was receiving tonight. He realized he needed to step up his game and show his harem of bitches who was boss.

It took a few minutes for Moose to reach him, appearing around the corner of the movie theater and waving to Pete when he saw him. “Hi Mr. D what did you want to see me for?” He asked jogging towards the older male.

Pete finished his cigar and threw it to the ground, stomping it out afterwards. “Hand over yer keys boy.” He ordered. “I need yer car to go lookin’ for someone.”

Moose came to a slow stop in front of the other man, a look of confusion on his features. “My keys… But sir how are me and Fatty going to get back home?”

“I’ll get yer little hot wheel back to ya in time.” Pete assured him. “I’ll be back b’fore yer even outta the movies.”

Moose gave him a suspicious look then took his keys out of his pocket handing them over. “Ok, then sir. But only if you promise.”

Pete snatched the keys from the primate palm. “Have I ever lied to you curious George?” when Moose raised an eyebrow at the statement Pete huffed. “Fine… I ain’t lying this time ok?”

“I guess.” Moose turned back around about to leave. “Is that all you need Mr. D?”

“Yeah this is it… oh one thing Moose.” Pete smirked when he saw the look of surprise. He rarely used the boy’s football nickname. “How’s yer queer little night out goin’?

“It… it’s going great actually.” Moose began awkwardly. The ape thumbed over his shoulder to the old theater behind them. “We’re about to go see a movie like I said.” 

“Heh-heh I bet your plannin’ ta get m’ son in the back and play kissy face wit him during the whole picture.” Pete smacked his lips making obscene noises and making the gorilla blush.

Moose could feel his face turn red at hearing the lewd suggestion. “I… I don’t know if he’d be in for that really.” He said rubbing the back of his neck and trying his best to not make eye contact. “Peeje is kind of a shy guy you know.”

Pete laughed. “Sure he is. I remember thinkin’ how bashful-like the little slut was last night ridin’ on top of my pleasure stick.” 

The younger man joined in in his amusement, chuckling at the oxymoron he had just made. “Ok, I guess I could convince him to make out.” He said. “I’ll see you later ok Mr. D”

“See ya Banana Breath.” Pete said back as he watched the gorilla leave. He was starting to like the quarterback more and more as the months went on. He reminded him a lot of himself at that age, of course Pete wasn’t as nearly as green. By Moose’s age he had already scammed more people then there were grains of sand on a beach. Shaking the thoughts of his son and the ape groping each other Pete slid himself into Moose’s sports car, turning the expensive on with a turn of a key. 

‘Have to admit the monkey has good taste.’ Pete mumbled to himself as he went to shift the car into drive. The large man was about to take off when his cell came alive for the second time that night. Maybe it was Bubba and Tarn calling to tell him that they found Wey. “Pete here!” He grunted answering it. 

Unfortunately it wasn’t his army buddies who responded but the voice of another one of his friends, a police officer Pete had known forever. “Hey Pete, its O’Donnell here. I just wanted to inform you that I just pulled over your car and that there was a hippo behind the wheel claiming that he was doing some sort of cockamamie chore that you sent him on. I was going to take him in when I realized it was your car he was driving but I thought you‘d might want to get the first crack at him.”

‘Got’um!’ Pete thought gleefully. Out loud he said. “Did he say where he was goin O’Donnell?”

“Your car lot.” The dog replied. “Said he was dropping off some papers. But like I said I didn’t believe him.”

“Good thing you didn’t! That fatass driving my car has got something coming to him. Thanks for tellin’ me ya mutt.”

“No problem Petey.” O’Donnell laughed. “See you at the game.” 

The dog hung up leaving Pete to glower at the audacity of what Wey was doing. Instantly a plan began forming in Pete’s mind and he began dialing for Bubba and Howard. The three of them were going to make sure Mr. Wey never even thought of doing something like this ever again.

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Downtown Spoonerville 7:50 PM…

Gary grumbled to himself as he rounded the same block for the third time. He was lost, painfully, painfully lost, and if he was completely honest with himself he also knew that his time was running out. D’caht was most likely out looking for him now some evil plan in mind for revenge. ‘Probably some sick sadistic sex act where I have to hang upside down while being spanked by slabs of bacon.’ The hippo bemoaned. ‘If only I could find a way to get some more time, some sort of diversion or something to get that bastard off my tail.’ Why did he ever think that he could pull it off? He couldn‘t even locate the man‘s stupid place of work.

Glancing out the windshield to check the street signs again Wey suddenly saw something that might help him. Sitting on a stone bench outside of a restaurant was the D’caht boy. Maybe he could pawn off the car to him, let his dad chase him around while the older man made his way to the car lot. After coming to a screeching stop across the street from the boy Wey stuck his head out of the window yelling, “D’CAHT!” and raced out of the car, hurrying across the street towards the boy. “I got to talk to you for a few minutes.” it was then that a thought occurred to the sixty-three year old man. “Wait… you haven’t seen your dad recently have you?” Gary’s sneaky little plan wouldn’t work if the boy was on his dad’s side.

The kid gave him a bemused look, probably wondering why he looked so frazzled but eventually did answer. “No… I haven’t seen dad since I left the house earlier tonight, why?” 

“Never mind that.” Gary unzipped his coat and pulled out the folder he had been carrying. “Just tell me where that dammed car lot of your dads is located.”

The boy stared at his folder for a few seconds before he slowly pointed down the street. “Um… it’s about six blocks from the high school, you can’t miss it. There’s this big cartoon picture of my dad on the sign in front.”

Gary nearly growled, he had passed the road the dammed thing was down? “Great thanks.” He tossed the keys to the Studebaker at the younger man the boy fumbling a little to catch them. “Here, these belong to your dad. Return them to him for me won’t ya. He’s going to need this car in the future trust me. Not that he‘ll get much for it.” Gary rudely pushed past the still confused boy and towards an idling taxi shouting for it at the top of his lungs as he got close to the nearest one. ‘I’m almost home free.’ He thought happily to himself getting in. “Take me to the car lot close to the school bub!”

“Yessir!” The cabbie responded.

As they took off Wey rubbed his hands together. He was going to make sure D’caht was never going to even think about “forcing’ him into bed ever again. 

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Ten minutes later…

As he made his way onto “Pete’s Used Car Emporium” Mr. Wey tried his best to remain quiet, tiptoeing between old clunkers and lemons as he headed towards the beat up looking trailer at the back of the lot. As he did he took notice to how shabby and broken down everything looked. Maybe D’caht’s tax forms were right. After all who in their right mind would ever buy anything in a place like this? 

Walking up to the wooden steps in front of the car lot’s little trailer/office Gary reached forward and tried the doorknob. He had expected it to be locked at first, meaning that he would have had to break in. luckily when he did try to open the door it gave way easily, the door swinging open with a noisy creak. “The idiot leaves his place unlocked?” Gary whispered to himself in astonishment. “Then again it’s not like the asshole’s the brightest bulb in the box. Probably just forgot” Entering the dark, moonlit room beyond the door, Wey had to squint to see the file cabinets on the far wall. “There they are! Now all I have to do is find what I need and get the hell out of here!” The overweight man happily bounded across the small space, feet suddenly lighter and a big smile crossing his face. It was almost over! All the embarrassment, all the strange sex acts, everything!

Unfortunately for the joyful man, he never made it to file cabinet. Because as soon as he was halfway there the sounds of people moving behind him reached his ear. The next thing he knew he found a smelly burlap sack roughly pulled over his head and his arms grabbed by two unseen assailants. “What the fuck!!” Gary shouted as he struggled to free himself. “LET ME GO!” 

Whoever it was attacking him seemed to pay no heed to his command, holding on to him tight. “Where do you want us to take him?” A southern drawl came from the man to Wey’s left.

“Hurry up and tell us Sarge!” Another voice sounded from the right. “I don’t know how long we can keep this fat guy still.”

“Take him to the garage boys.” A third voice barked out.

Gary stopped his fighting for a moment at the sound of the third man‘s voice. He thought he recognized it for a moment, but the sack over his head had muffled his hearing a little so he wasn‘t sure. As he felt himself being dragged out of the trailer Mr. Wey began to beg. “Please let me go fellas! I… I… I… I can get you free tickets to the next state fair flower show or something.”

“We ain’t interested in flowers buddy.” The man with the southern accent chuckled. “All we care about is teaching you all a lesson. At least that’s what the boss man wants.”

The older man grew worried hearing the term “boss man”. He must have interrupted a trio of burglars who were stealing from D’caht’s office. As they made their way through the lot and into the garage the elderly hippo kept trying in vain to wrench himself free from the strong grip of the two men holding him. But all his efforts earned him was more laughter and his body being forcefully pushed and held down onto a hard bench. Legs handing over the sides and chin coming to rest on the hard surface. “I swear to you, you’re never going to get away with killing me you c-crooks!”

“Who said anything ‘bout killin’ ya Two-tons?” Someone said, and when Wey realized who it was he felt all the air escape his lungs. “What we’re goin’ ta do to you is much, much worst.” Whoever was speaking snapped his fingers. “Take off the sack boys.”

Gary blinked as the sack covering his head was yanked off, dim light filling his vision for a few brief seconds before his eyes grew used to it and fell on Pete D’caht. The large and pissed off looking man sitting in front of him on a half-finished car. “D’CAHT!!” Gary gasped. Mr. Wey looked behind him and could see two rather large men holding him down, an alligator and a bull. “W-W-W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” 

“This is my used car lot doughboy why wouldn’t I be here?” Pete smirked. He stood up, strolled over to the laying man and squatted down so that they were eye to eye. “Question is… what is it that’s got yer flabby self down here at this time of night?”

“I… I was… um…”Mr. Wey could feel himself sweating again. How was he going to explain this? 

Unfortunately for him Pete knew the answer and gave it to him with a sneer. “-B’fore ya go and have yerself a sissy panic attack how about you let me fill in on what you were up ta?” He reached behind himself and pulled out the papers Wey had stolen from his belt, using the manila folder to tickle Gary’s large nose. “Yer down here ’cause you just had ta go and an’ riffle through my personal papers” As he began to list the offenses Pete counted them off on his fingers. “Steal my pride an joy the Studebaker, taking me on some wild goose chase, and breakin’ into m’ office.” The standing man chuckled darkly seeing the intensely worried look his speech was causing in his captives eyes. “An’ ta top it off ya you go and do all this just so ya can go and blackmail me inta letting’ you outta our little deal.” 

“W-would it help to say that I‘m sorry!” Wey asked in a pleading tone. “W-We could just forget about all this and go back to what we were doing before. You know like it never happened.”

The smug man slowly began to undo his necktie. Throwing it over to bubba once it was free and watching as the gator used it to tie Mr. Wey‘s hands behind his back. “Nah-uh you’re not getting outta this so easily.” “You see… you’ve committed to worst kinda crime against the big man here.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the older man a frown marring his features. “You tried ta get even. And whenever someone tries ta get even with the big man… they deserve ta get what’s comin’ to them. Good… And… Hard!”

Mr. Wey took a large gulp feeling himself starting to shake. He had always known that D‘caht was a violent man but to actually do what he believed he was suggestion… it was just too awful. ‘J-Just w-w-what are you going t-to do to me?” The sound of something vibrating rang out through the dimly lit room Gary recognizing it as the sound of a vibrater. This both relieved him and then scared the hell out of him at the same time. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh I would Two-tons, I would!!” Pete crowed. “Get’um nice and loose Tarny! He needs to be wide open fer me when I fuck his fat ass.”

Gary grunted as his pants were pulled down but the alligator and his ass cheeks were spread apart almost painfully by the bull. “I am not going to let you use a toy on me in some dirty run down garage.”

The gator, Bubba growled at that. “Whose garage you calling run down vieux?” He huffed. “Give me that thang Howie, Bubba’s going to use it on’um first.”  Mr. Tarn and Pete snickered at Bubba’s reaction to the insult. There weren’t many things that could make their large friend angry, but insulting his work space was one of them. 

A predatory and feral grin crossed Bubba’s face as he was handed the Assblaster XL™, the devices vibrating making his hand shake a little from the force it was using. “Hope yer a screamer big boy.” He said spitting into a gray hairy furrow. “Cause this mechanic jus loves it when he can get his bitch a hollering.” without another word the giant began to push the pulsating toy into Gary’s unprotected hole.

“AHHH! Oh… oh fuck!” The trapped Hippo cursed as he was split by the blunt tip of the dildo. It hurt like hell but the vibrating quickly soothed the hurt, replacing it with unwanted pleasure. “NO… I’m not just going to lay here and take it!” He shouted, more to himself then to the men around him. But oh god it was just so good. “I’m… going to… going to… *ahh!* s-sue your asses, yeah sue your asses when I’m free.”

“Really now?” Pete began to unbuckle his belt already turned on by the sight before him. “Cause iffin you are then that means you don’t get to suck on this baby anymore.” The dark furred man let his pants fall to the ground and stepped out of them, revealing his hard and leaking cock to the three men in front of him.

Gary licked his lips without noticing it but scolded himself as soon as he did. “I don’t care about giving you head D’caht.”

“Yes you do, ya big fat whore.” Pete chortled.

“I AM NOT A WHORE!” Gary roared, fighting to get up. Both Bubba and Howard were surprised by the sudden show of strength but luckily were able to keep the angry man in place. 

Pete snorted at the show of outrage and reached down wagging his cock in the hippopotamus’ face. “Who ya kiddin’ blubber butt.” He teased. “You love licking m’ pud. Best little fuck buddy I’ve had in a long time.” At Howard’s hurt look the boastful man gave an annoyed grunt. “Ok, fine second best Tarny, happy now.”

“Happy enough.” Howard said moodily. As much as he hated to admit it he had grown used to his place as his old sergeant’s sex buddy. The bull got to his feet seeing B had a handle on their prisoner and pulled off his shirt letting the his old friend see his chest. “Hope you don’t mind if I join in sir.” He asked.

Pete stared at the bovine chest for a few moments before he nodded. Like that wasn’t what he had planned from the beginning. Getting his three bitches naked and pleasuring him. “Hell no Horny-man! Why don’t ya get on yer knees and eat me out while first while I get m’self some head?” 

Gary had enough sense left in him as his ass was invaded to still to raise his head and give Pete the evil eye. “You expect me to give you a blowjo-umph” Before he could finish his question, Pete grabbed the older man by the back of his bald head and rammed his heavy and weeping organ right into the hippo’s maw. Sufficiently shutting up any complaints and causing Gary to have no choice but to start sucking.

Pete let out a deep breath in pleasure as his member was surrounded by wet heat and started to face fuck the hippo not being at all gentle. His joy only increased when he felt Howard get down behind him and start working his tongue into his ass, lapping languidly at his pucker. “Fuck… nutin’ better then screwing around with some good friends.” He sighed. 

Bubba hummed a yes as he continued to work the large sex toy in his hands in and out of Mr. Wey’s backside. The alligator had to admit there was something about the way the large man under him was taking it that was arousing. He had never even done this sort of thing to a man as old as Wey. It being a rule of his that he’d not fuck anyone over fifty. But at seeing how responsive the hippo was and how good he was blowing his best friend, Bubba began to reconsider this rule. Looking up from the sight of ass meeting dildo Bubba gave Pete a smug smile. “So Petey, how long we going to be using this here happy stick on this‘un?” He asked. “The way he‘s squirming is making this gator horny enough to fuck a brick.”

“Keep yer pants on for a while Suitcase we got make sure he can handle that sausage you got swingin’ in yer pants.” Pete pulled his dick free and slapped the gray man’s cheek with the wet member a few times before he continued. “Howie you go at his ass first since yer the smallest.”

Mr. Tarn stopped his rimming. “SARGE!” He said red faced. “I do not have the smallest dick!”

“Jus shut it and fuck him already!” Pete growled in annoyance. “I ain’t puttin’ up with anymore back sass tanight.”

Howard huffed but began to get to his feet doing as he had been told. “S-stop…” Gary interrupted. “Y-You’re not going to fuck me buster.”

Howard looked from Wey to Pete confusion in his eyes. “Yeah he is.” Pete motioned for Howard to continue which he did. “‘Sides fatass yer little stubby tail just started a waggin’ as soon as I mentioned giving you a ride.” To prove his point the car salesmen reached forward and took Wey’s tail between his fingers tugging at it. “Now be a good depraved slut and let m’ buddy fuck you. Ya know ya want it.”

Gary looked away is face almost pouting. “I… I do not!”

Howard ignored the bickering between the two men and walked around their captive, playfully pushing Bubba out of the way and taking his place behind Mr. Wey. “Finally I get to do the pounding.” He said lowly. Since he had started sleeping with men again he had only bottomed. Letting Pete, Bubba, And even his own son take him as often as they wanted. But now it was his turn. With a grunt the high school principal positioned himself and pushed in, his hard penis easily sliding right into the other man’s well prepared hole.

Being entered with a cock, which despite Pete’s words on it being small felt like a lead pipe made Wey moan and screw his eyes shut. “OH GOD! T-take it out.” He demanded.

Howard paid him no mind though and began to move his hips, quickly building up a good rhythm which made Gary grunt with each inward thrust. “I… *ahh* …almost forgot… *fuck yeah!* …how good this feels!”

Pete watched for a while then stepped aside letting Bubba take his turn at the front. After the gator unzipped his overalls and fished out his cock he grabbed Wey by the head and stuffed his big mouth full of his green cock. Wey struggled for a few moments more out of spite then anything then growled and started nursing on the alligator’s dick. Seeing the struggle Pete patted Gary on the head like some sort of pet. “Come on, just admit it Two-tons.” He told the troubled man. It was so obvious that the other man wanted it. “You’ll have a hellva lot more fun iffin you do. Get da stick up outta yer ass and learn at enjoy life.”

Mr. Wey shook his head Bubba’s cock slipping out. “I enjoy life just fine D’caht! W-Working in my garden.” He snapped. “At least I did before you and your troublemaker son moved in.”

“Don’t talk bad about the petite.” Bubba snarled. He pushed his cock back into Gary’s mouth face fucking him hard.  

“Ease up scales he didn’t mean it.” Pete chided him. “At least he better not have.” 

“Still Bubba don’t like it.” The taller man huffed as he fucked. “Pj’s a sweet little guy, not at mention a good piece of ass.” Both men agreed to the statement as the sounds of Howard cumming rang out. “Yer turn boss man.” Bubba nodded as Tarn stumbled back out of breath, his now limp cock slipping free from their shared lover’s ass.

“Just what I’ve been waiting for.” Pete rubbed his hands together and got behind Gary next, pushing his cock into him without warning. “Heh-heh like silk.” He remarked dirtily as he began to pound.”

Gary’s mind was spinning. Between the large piece of meat in his mouth and the monster rubbing his prostrate he thought he was going mad. Was he really doing this? Laying on his stomach and having an impromptu orgy with three younger men. What was worst was the realization that he was starting to enjoy it. The whole thing reminding him of those times so long ago during his times with his hippie friends. ‘D’caht’s right I am some sort of whore.’ He admitted to himself. ‘But fuck if I’m not going to be the best one ever!’ His wall of denial finally crumbling Gary began pushing back and slurping as loud as he could telling the men above him to go harder, faster, anything. Just so that he could keep feeling the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

Pete felt the sudden change in their captive’s demeanor as soon as it happened and let loose a loud braying laugh. “Well lookie here! We got ourselves a willing little slut on our hands now boys.” Pete gave the hippo a slap on the ass and pulled his dick free, Wey giving a whine when he did. “Calm down Two-tons we’re just changing’ the guard. Bubba’ yer up, split’um in half.” 

“If you insist Petey.” Bubba left the sucking mouth pleasuring him and got into position, replacing Pete. “Here it comes!” He announced, stuffing his massive gator meat into Mr. Wey awaiting ass, the chunky mounds easily accepting his girth.

“Fuck you certainly are a big boy.” Gary murmured. The older man wiggled his ass trying to get the reptile’s member into him best he could. “Come on get to it sonny!”

Bubba chuckled at the eagerness the other man now showed. “He really is getting into it now isn’t he?”

“What can I say? Fat bastard jus loooooves gettin’ himself all fucky-nated.” Pete said back. Both him and the now hard again Howard were in front of the pair. Arms over each other’s shoulders and stroking their cock as they grinned down at Gary. Who was trying in vain to give them head tongue sticking out and just touching the tips of their penises. “Ain’t that right?”

Gary bit his bottom lip not wanting to say it. Acting slutty was one thing actually saying it aloud was another. “Do I really have to voice it D’caht.”

“If you want our baby gravy then you better Wey”

Mr. Wey groaned in frustration. “FINE, I FUCKIN LOVE IT D’CAHT! NOW GIVE IT TO ME!” 

A round of uproarious laughter followed the confession along with another hard slap to the hippo’s ass. “Well you heard him fella’s give the loud mouth what he needs!” Bubba cheered.

Howard was the first to go off leaning back and firing off a thick torrent of bovine semen right onto Gary’s back, leaving stark white stripes down the older man’s back. Bubba followed a few minutes later ramming his mighty cock deep into the hole he was fucking and breeding the now beat red hippo ass with a loud and savage sounding growl. Lastly Pete cam. His cum splattering right on Mr. Wey’s face. The heady and copious contents running down in rivulets down his smiling features. 

“Oh… oh my yesss that’s sooo good boys.” Gary said dreamily. “That was just what this old man needed.” The retired insurance salesmen licked his chops tasting Pete’ load and looked up at the men in front of him with grateful eyes. How could he ever deny that he liked doing all these dirty things? How could he have been so stupid as to abstain out of some inane sense of morality.

Pete smeared the remnants of his seed on Gary‘s nose. “See I told you Wey, feels real good-like sittin’ back an’ enjoyin’ the afterglow don’t it?” At the older man’s nod Pete snickered and went over to his pants pulling them back up. “Well don’t get to comfy cause were not finished wit ya yet.”

“You aren’t?” Mr. Wey said slowly. Then realizing what had been said he tried to sit up. But like before Bubba’s heavy weight kept him down. “W-WAIT YOU AREN‘T!?”

“I already told ya Two-tons.” Pete re-buckled his belt and walked over to the garage’s door. “Whenever some smart ass does me wrong they always get what’s comin’ to them, good an‘ hard! So my friends here are going to keep on fuckin‘ ya while I go and get some… playthings ta help us.” Just then the door opened and a man walked into the room with the four men. He was a brown and white spotted horse, powerfully built and tall almost as big as Bubba. “Glad you could make it.” Pete welcomed him.

“After that picture you sent me of this guy how could I not “Horndaddy46”.” The new man answered with a chuckle.

Howard and Bubba shared a look. ““Horndaddy46”?” They both asked at the same time.

“Just a little nickname I had at use on this little website.” Pete put and arm around the horse and led him to the three other men. “Thought it was fitting seein’ as I’m always horny. Wanna hear this fine horsey’s screen name?” The larger man got down on one knee and began helping the horse with removing his jeans the equine laughing as he did. “This here is… Behemoth13” and his names fitting too.” 

Behomoth13” pants fell down to the floor with a thud. Howard gasping while Bubba let out a whistle as they all took in the sight of what sprang back up. The horse had a thirteen inch dick jutting out from between his legs, pulsing and veiny, already rock hard. The organs mighty shadow eclipsing over Mr. Wey’s face stunned face. 

“No…” Was the hippo’s response as he eyed the horse‘s manhood. “I might be a whore like you said but there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to take that-that-that thing! Now let me up” When all he got in response to his declaration was the sight of D’caht’s back as he left and the approaching footsteps of their new guest. Gary nearly turned purple with rage screaming out at the top of his lungs. “I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FUCKING GET EVEN WITH YOU DEEEEE’CAAAAAAHT!!!!!!!!!!”

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Later that night…

Pete ran off a check list in his head as he looked over the contents of the box he had earlier. ‘Dildos: small through XXXXXXL, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, bucket of lube, fisting gloves. … I think that’s everythin’.’ Hefting the heavy container into his arms Pete grunted and left his bedroom a smile on his face thinking about all the things he was going to do when he returned to the used car lot. As he stepped out he was both surprised and not surprised at all to see both his son and Moose walking down the hall towards him 

When the pair saw him they came to a slow stop, his son giving him a suspicious look. “Oh hey dad, did we wake you up or something?”

“Why da fuck would I be sleepin’ at nine kid.” Pete huffed good naturedly. Sometimes the boy asked such stupid questions. “You two queers have a good night on the town? Probably spent it kissin’ an walkin’ through the flowers.” He inwardly smirked thinking about the two gay men going on their date.

Pete watched as his son blushed and hid his face against Moose’s chest. “Yeah we had a good time Mr. D.” The gorilla said. “Pj even let me fuck him in the back of your car.” He tossed the Studebaker’s keys back to their owner.

“Moose don’t tell him that!” Pj said aghast.

Both men seemed to ignore the youngest boy‘s outrage, continuing their conversation. “I was wonderin’ what ol’ Two-tons did wit my car. Yers is down in m’ garage by the way monkey boy.”

“Thanks sir.” Moose pushed the chubby boy snuggling up to him off gently. “I’m going to go to the bathroom before bed Peeje.” He said starting to leave the father and son. “I’ll meet you in your room after I‘m done.”

“Ok Moose.” Pj said wistfully. Pete observed the way his son was acting all doped up and happy. The older man hadn’t seen him that way in a long time not since his mother left. It was good… because you know it meant he’d be real easy to get into bed if he was more relaxed. When he saw his dad looking at him Pj gave him an annoyed look. “What!?”

“Yer pract-tilly floating like a fairy boy.” Pete laughed. “Not that I mind ‘course, ‘cause fuckin’ a full-fledged queer is still a good fuckin’. Must‘ve been one hellava night fer you to be so outta it”

“It was dad.” Pj agreed. “The best night I ever had!”

Pete scoffed. “You think you had a good night boy?” The sinister man’s mind went back to the orgy in the garage which still must be going on, and to the fact that he’d soon be back there joining in. “Ya should have seen the shit I’ve been up to ta’night…

To be continued….

Next time: Pj and Moose see what goes on during one of Pete’s poker games.