God, he hated himself for having to do this. For listening to Al get dicked down by Angel of all people, for allowing himself to get roped into Angel's slutty game that got him dicked down too, for buying this stupidly large dick meant for serious anal whores.

For getting turned on by the mere fact of sucking a dick. Of all things the hellcat loved next to gambling and getting smashed, it had to be...this. Said hellcat, Husk, was grumbling obscenities to nobody in particular as he kicked open the door to his room, a long, large box that contained the aforementioned dildo he'd probably hurt himself using, feeling even grumpier than usual. He was lucky enough nobody was around to witness him carrying this thing, except for a few stragglers who stared in amazement at him when he entered. The place was closed today for once, somehow, so Dollface and her one-eyed pain-in-the-ass would probably be home doing whatever. 

He couldn't care less about what anyone else was doing, so long as they didn't come in and bother him. Husk laid the contained sex toy on the bed and went back to half-heartedly slam the door shut and lock it just to make sure. He doesn't know where Dollface lived so he wouldn't want to run the risk of her walking in on him out of the blue. It'd be a shitty thing to explain to the princess. 

"Right, let's get this stupid shit over with," Husk sighed, going back to his bed and grabbing the box, looking closely at the title.

Ass Anal-ination: Thick & Threatening. For true dildo masters only

His mouth salivated more than he liked to as he got a good look at the toy in question on display. As long as his forearm, stupidly thick to where it looked like he could just barely take more than half of it in his mouth without fucking his jaw up, and sickeningly neon red in color. Too red for his personal tastes but it doesn't matter, a dick was a dick after all. The hellcat's body heated up as he tore the container to shreds from the back, leaving the toy encased in plastic before taking those off too, and finally ending up with the damn thing sitting bare in his paws. It was thick enough that it weight some pounds, but not enough that he'd have trouble lifting it for a better look as he lay on his bed.

Husk's slightly open maw was wet with his saliva that dropped onto the girth he held close to his nose, almost like he could smell the meatiness and musk in it as his tail started tapping rhythmically on the bed and his cheeks blush as red as the toy. He turned the toy upward to take a look at the tip, which was bulbous and unbearably suckable. He couldn't help but stare as his free paw ran slowly down the shaft, tracing a finger over the veins that lined it up, feeling even hotter.

The memories of his night with Angel started to resurface at the part where he was on his knees in front of his cock, and he gives the tip a nice, slobbery lick all around. His arousal was starting to awaken and peek out from his sheath hidden perfectly in his dark fur. He licked again, tracing his tongue down the shaft, moaning softly and palming his growing erection. Fuck, this was turning him on so, so much! He doesn't know why the thought of sucking on something turns him on, but it did.

It did and now he can't help but want to do it himself. Hell, take up on Angel's job if he wanted, find random patrons around the hotel that want quick relief, quench his thirst. But he wasn't going to be one to disappoint though. He knew he wasn't a pro at giving fellatios and cursed that four-armed slut for getting him into this. He should be drinking himself into a helluva stupor, but no! He had to get too curious about his and the radio demon's relationship and become a third wheel in the process! And get fucked sore!

Not that the last part bothered him as badly as his developing blowjob fetish, but that he just can't help but think about it and get hard. 

"Fuuuck," He whispered, hissing as he stroked himself to readiness and turned onto his stomach on all fours, firmly grabbing the base of the rubbery, meaty cock with both paws, and planting it firmly on his bedsheets as it would suddenly stick there on its own. His mouth hung open over the tip, his tongue out and dripping saliva onto the soaked toy. His breathing was deep and shaky and his entire body trembling in eagerness. He was more disgusted with himself than ever for being converted into a cock whore in training, to want so desperately to recreate being facefucked by a stripper spider that he'd risk injury in the middle of practicing to get there. If the bastard was around more often, he could ask, or at his worst, go to Alastar.

And that's what made Husk snap. Thinking of the radio demon fucking his mouth in Angel's place. His dominant, tooth-chunked grin shone in the moonlight's glow as he looked down upon him with those dark, menacing eyes as he made his hellcat's mouth into a fucktoy before well, the rest followed naturally. Minus the freaky shit. The winged feline found himself taking the head of the huge dildo down into his mouth and gagging when it filled up most of his mouth. He growled sensually, bobbing his head up and down in an attempt to take it down further, which failed, as it was much to handle. His tongue swirled hungrily around it, desperate to taste the rest of the veiny exterior, never stopping to consider himself.

Husk started to gag, his slobbery mouth doing little to make downing the first few inches of this monster any easier. He grunted, stiffly sucking on the head regardless, coating it thick in cat saliva that started to run down the toy and settle on the bed and his paws. He breathed hotly from his nostrils, panting heavily as he pulled off, hissing in frustration that he wasn't getting any deeper. He needed to be able to take the whole thing into this throat by himself. How could he hope to perform with bigger guys if all he could do was suck on the tip? He'll need to do better than that, and he won't stop until he does.

"Motherfucker! Take this shit deeper would ya?" He cursed to himself before opening his maw wide and planting it back onto the huge cock, forcing himself to go deeper past the head as thoughts of doing the same to any other demon with this size got his tail to swish feverishly and his cock to twitch and drip pre. He moaned, feeling the head start to poke at the back of his throat and quivered, the suffocating noise he made sending ripples of pleasure down his spine to his tail, and around to his leaking cock. The sensation had him blushing a darker red.

He didn't think he'd receive pleasure from hearing himself choke like that. God, it was so embarrassing, but with how hard he was trying to fit just half of this dildo into his mouth, it was also incredibly hot. The wet and messy slopping of his throat contracting around the thing going deeper into his throat had him twitching occasionally, his eyes starting to roll up as he pathetically deepthroated the artificial length before he got halfway down. "Mmrggh..."

There was hardly any point in pulling up, his flared nostrils were his only means of breathing from this point forward. He needed this exercise, wanted this exercise. If he cracked and stopped now, he'd just be a hellcat to face-fuck from that point forward. He'll end up being Angel and Alastar's cockslut with no experience in head game that gets drunk a lot. Not on his watch. He growled open-mouthed and tried hard to force himself down deeper, gurgling spit in the midst of erotically choking, sounding pleasing ripples of euphoria down to his groin. The girth fills his mouth the further he pushes in, one centimeter at a time, trying to brave the sting of his jaw stretching as tears glisten in his eyes and trickle down his face.

Husk doesn't give up and tries with vigor to fit the first six inches of the rubber dick into his gullet as he was barely halfway there. His wry tongue soaked every orifice of the length in slobber like it wasn't already deeply saturated in saliva to begin with. The sting of suffocation was like a boost to the hellcat because he backed up a few inches to the tip that was wet with spit, taking a second to pant and cough before taking a deep breath and plunging back in, going just barely deeper than before, now choking louder on the girthy length. He now had the toy half over five inches in his mouth and was on his way to six inches. He was so close, he could feel it.

Which would be his dick for that matter. The erotic gwOCK gwOCK gwOCK he made working on the large cock sounded so embarrassingly hot to him that he was on the verge of bursting on the spot. The tight heat radiating in his gut told him that much, but he didn't care, nor did he free up a paw to help himself along. Taking this thing halfway was what counted most. They were soaked in his spit anyway like most of the dildo, he didn't fathom using low-level moisture to get off.

Not that it mattered anyway when he finally choked down half of the monstrous toy before he jolted suddenly, groaning wetly on the dildo as he came, spraying ropes of pearly white semen all over the crumpled sheets he was bent over on. His tail straightened then fell as more ropes shot from his pulsating cock with him moaning hotly and doing his best to suck on the huge toy to ride it out. When it was over and he stopped trembling, Husk stilled for a moment on the bed to slowly pull his head up to where he had the fat tip in his mouth and pulled off with a sopping wet pop.

"Ugh!" He breathed out, letting the spit-shined cock go and rolling to his side against the wall, panting heavily and looking down at the mess he made and his still leaking cock as he moved his jaw around to see if it was still attached. It wasn't a lot but it was a mess regardless. He bent down and lapped at his own fluids, tasting sweet and salty goodness. He sucked up the puddle and laid back, sighing in relief. Getting that out of his system took some doing but it finally worked out in the end. Good for him. Though, he'll need to find a place to hide the toy for the time being. but damn, did his jaw ache.

"Fuckin' shit," He mumbled, still feeling the dull ache of his jaw joints and the edges of his mouth that were stretched during his little 'training' session. He'll need to get a smaller toy to work with tomorrow, but in the meantime...

"I need a fuckin' drink," Husk groaned, finding time to tuck the toy under the bed and throw the torn box in the overfilled trash bin next to his dresser before unlocking the door and stepping out, not noticing a certain pink/white spider leaning against the wall behind him, snickering into his hand having heard the events taking place in his favorite hellcat's room.