A young rat crossed the wide corridor of the mansion, adorned with exquisitely painted pictures, plate armor, and detailed bronze busts. The boy wore a servant's suit of brown cloth with lace, his hair was neatly tied back with a ribbon that allowed him to have it all pulled back in a single ponytail. In his hands, the rodent carried a tray with food and drink of an unusually high quality, a worthy dinner for his masters.

Arriving at the main dining room, three panthers awaited the rodent, seated around a long, ostentatious wooden table. The rat's masters were a noble family who lacked for nothing. Charles, head of the family, was from a wealthy bourgeois family that was dedicated to the tobacco trade beyond the sea. Giselle, the lady of the house, was the third in her family's line of succession to the northern dukedom, and her name was laden with a prestige that was known even in the neighboring kingdoms. Finally, Duncan, the couple's only son, was a carefree young adult who brought together a blend of his parents' attributes, a future of riches, dazzling physical beauty, nearly two decades of training in various sciences with private teachers, and unparalleled skill in swordsmanship.

The servant set the plate of food down in front of the younger feline, retreated a few steps and stood waiting for orders while his masters dined and chatted.

"My dear, there is an important party at your father's mansion next weekend, could you ask your brother to make a place for us?" asked Charles to his wife, his tone delicate.

"The annual north port company party, what do you want to meet with those people for?" returned the question Giselle, grimacing at the memory of certain faces.

"I have a business opportunity with a new buyer, but for it to be profitable I would need to get the goods out through the northern ports, and for that I would need to negotiate a license with the president of the port company," explained the husband.

"What day will the party be?" inquired the wife.

"Thursday..." said Charles.

"Impossible, I have a meeting with my book club that day, and I'm not going to miss it for an evening with people of such low birth," sentenced the lady.

"I can accompany you, father. I've competed many, many times with the son of the president of the company, the old bull knows me well," offered the young feline.

"Excellent idea, son. I'm sure the president would love to hear how good an opponent his son is, from the regional champion," Charles thought aloud.

"Father...the president's son has been disqualified in the first round of the last three competitions..." clarified Duncan, as he calmly ate a bite of the juicy steak on his plate.

"Well...then let's use a less mundane approach. You could tell him that, despite the defeats he's had, his son has a great future in fencing, that you've seen him do advanced moves by instinct, that he's a born champion, he just lacks...experience," said the man of the house, proposing a plan of action to achieve his goal.

"Good idea, I can make something up no problem," replied the young feline.

"How much energy put into a few coins, you talk about money as if you were part of the plebs," said Giselle, hearing her husband and son's plan.

"It's not a matter of money but the excitement of starting a new business, my love," explained the man of the house.

"Exciting is traveling or reading poetry, not stooping to talking numbers with untitled people," replied the woman.

Young Duncan grimaced as he listened to the argument between his parents drag on unnecessarily. He then focused on finishing his dinner and, having emptied his plate, his eyes fell libidinously on the handsome rodent waiting with his tray a few feet from the table.

With a snap of the young feline's fingers, the rat approached cautiously awaiting orders, leaned to one side of his master and listened attentively.

"Go to the kitchen and ask them to make me some ginger and honey tea. I want you to bring it to my room within an hour," Duncan ordered in detail.

The rodent nodded and immediately retired to place the order.

A moment later, upon entering the kitchen, the young servant found the cook and butler chatting as they finished eating their dinner. The cook was a huge, shaggy boar, and the butler was a large badger, both men quite well into their old age, possibly hovering around fifty.

"The young master has asked me to bring you some ginger tea and honey," said the rat, addressing his fellow workers.

The two men looked at each other upon hearing the request and burst out laughing, like two accomplices who knew the secret message contained in the words the young rodent had spoken.

"Duncan seems to have taken a liking to you, I hope you had a bath today," the boar said, before getting up and putting water on the kitchen stove to boil.

"Bathed? Yes, I have bathed, though I don't understand why..." stammered the rodent, dismayed by what his coworker was telling him.

"It's a code word the young master uses when he wants to have sex with some servant," the badger explained.

"Having sex?" asked rat, careful not to raise his voice on such a delicate subject that he had only heard whispered about by adults who did not enjoy good prestige. Sex was something dirty, perverse, far from God's teachings.

"Yes, sex! Like the nights when I ask you to stay and tend the fire while I go to the maids' bedroom, pick the one with the fattest breasts and fuck her against the wall until the candle runs out. The girls in this house love meat and pig's milk," the cook explained in detail, while the other two men looked at him in disgust.

"What a dainty creature...You certainly do well to stay most of the day in the kitchen," the butler muttered, not taking his eyes off the piece of bread he was moistening in the broth in his dish.

"But...that's terrible, I don't want to have sex. Besides...he's a man, that's a sin," groaned the servant, fearing for the damnation of his soul.

"He's a man, that's true, but he's also the one who can put you out of work and, if he dislikes you, he might even prevent you from ever getting work across the region anymore," the badger clarified.

"It's not an invitation you can refuse, boy. You just close your little eyes and imagine she's a beautiful, flabby damsel, with giant breasts," the boar proposed.

"And a penis the length of a chandelier..." added the butler.

"I'm going to burn in hell..." lamented the young servant, as he clutched his head with both hands.

"Just like all of us... But you can choose whether to do it in the land where you were born or hundreds of miles away, surrounded by misery," said the badger.

"If it makes you feel better, I can ask one of the women to prepare a bath for you for when the master is done with you," the cook offered.

"A bath for when he's done with me?" groaned the rodent in horror.

"Yes, the young master is a feline after all, they have a lot of stamina and are not usually satisfied with just one round," the boar explained.

"Well, I'm going to prepare the young master's room. Don't be late with that tea, little one, you've got thirty minutes left," the butler warned, rising from his chair and retreating with a graceful step.

The other two servants remained in the kitchen until the appointed time. The boar was quite entertained by the young rat's fear, although he also comforted him from time to time when it seemed that the boy was about to faint. When the clock chimed, the cook prepared the tea and the rat poured it into a dainty cup which he carried on his silver tray before marching briskly off to his fate, like a wretched man condemned to the gallows.

When the young servant reached his master's room, the door opened and from inside stepped the butler, adjusting his pants and discreetly closing the door behind him.

"Come in, little one, he's waiting for you," the badger said before leaving.

The rat swallowed saliva and, with his left hand, slowly opened the door to the room. He walked backwards into his young master's quarters, closed the door, and as he turned around he almost let out a shriek at the sight before him.

The young panther, heir of the family, scholar of the arts and sciences, champion swordsman, was lying on his bed, completely naked, panting with his face somewhat flushed, his anus even redder and opened in such a way that a fist could fit up his ass, with abundant and viscous white liquid gushing from inside his entrails. 

"Hurry up, penetrate me before it closes, it's still wet..." moaned the feline, looking directly into the rodent's eyes.

The rat swallowed saliva again, nodded, left the tray with the tea on a table and hurried to unbuckle his belt to pull down his pants. It was the first time the rodent had seen another naked male, a strange sensation quickly took hold of him, first it started as a tingling in his crotch and, as he finished undressing, it transformed into a powerful erection and a frantic throbbing in his chest.

"You're... beautiful..." the young rat murmured as he positioned himself behind the huge feline and got a closer look at the abused hole the butler had been drilling before he came.

"Go ahead, add your seed to the pile, take me as roughly as you wish," Duncan offered, somewhat flushed at his servant's words.

The rodent nodded without being able to say a word, even though at no time did he close his mouth. With a lunge, the young rat plunged his entire penis inside the panther, producing an obscene liquid sound as his pelvis collided with the abundant badger sperm spurting from his master's ass.

A moan erupted from the feline as he felt another male occupy his loins, one not as large as the previous one but just as pleasurable to the touch. The nobleman felt a natural arousal as he surrendered his body to mundane, low-class, common, untitled men, just like the ones his mother despised.

The interior of the panther was soft and warm, the entrails of his master passionately embraced the rodent's small phallus, producing a sensation he had never experienced before, a mixture between the satisfaction of a full stomach after a great feast and the intimate warmth of a maternal embrace, but located in his crotch, whose fur was also completely wet with another man's semen.

The rat's small hands gripped Duncan's hips tightly before he began to lunge wildly at the feline. The nobleman's silky fur caressed the young servant's fingers, giving him the sensation that he was squeezing a fine rug he could never buy, bringing him closer to an ecstasy that had him drooling on the back of the bitch with whom he had just lost his virginity.

A few minutes later, a tingling took hold of the rodent's penis, followed by a spasm that left him with his legs shaking, until it all ended the moment he ejaculated for the first time in his life, unloading his seed into the panther's experienced interior, mixing his virile juice with the badger's semen. As he finished, every muscle in the rat's body relaxed, making him collapse onto his master's back, breathing agitated, without another drop of energy.

Both males lay completely still, enjoying the physical contact between their burning bodies. The feline wanted to move his left arm but within inches was captured by the rat's hand, who held him possessively, perhaps in deep fear of losing his new lover.

Duncan turned his head and fixed his gaze on his servant's eyes, "What are you doing?" asked the nobleman, raising an eyebrow.

The rodent stared into the other male's beautiful eyes, blushing at the sound of his owner's voice, which helped him awaken from his reverie, causing him to immediately release the feline's arm, "I'm so sorry...my lord," the servant apologized.

With his powerful hand, the panther grabbed the rat by the face and pulled it towards him, demonstrating physical strength far superior to that of the rodent, "So do I look beautiful to you?" asked the feline to the trembling man who still had his penis plunged into his inseminated loins.

"Y-Yes, my lord..." muttered the young servant.

Duncan smiled and, seeing how the other male's jaw quivered, rushed in for a kiss, forcing his rough feline tongue into the rodent's mouth, showing him another forbidden fruit of carnal love between two men.

As the candle flames began to die down, the panther parted her jaws from his young lover. His heart was pounding, telling him it would be a great idea to stay the rest of the night making out with this boy, the saliva had completely moistened his chin and was slowly making its way down his neck, the clear, viscous juice that had never stopped flowing from his long, thick, barbed penis wetting much of the bed. Duncan licked his lips, moved the rat off him, and settled back on his silken bed.

As the servant took his distance, his penis emerged from inside his lover, flaccid and contracted, dripping a trickle of nearly clear semen that ran down his testicles until it fell to the bed and was absorbed into the fabric. While in the feline's swollen anus, the male juice deposited inside was almost imperceptible, only his moistened fur remained as a witness of the good time he had had.

"What is your name?" asked the panther, looking tenderly at his new lover.

"Robin, my lord," replied the rodent, with a smile.

"Robin, you can't stay here to sleep," said Duncan.

The rat awoke again from his reverie, realizing the situation. The young servant quickly got out of bed, gathered his clothes and dressed almost as quickly as he had undressed several hours before.

"I'm so sorry, my lord," Robin groaned, very embarrassed.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I enjoyed every second of your presence," the feline confessed, as he rose from the bed, revealing his dark fur and completely naked body in more detail.

The rodent swallowed saliva as he could contemplate the other man's body that seemed carved by the gods, "Me...me too, my lord," the young man murmured.

"Go to sleep soon, tomorrow I will have breakfast here in my room, and you will be in charge of bringing me the food," the panther explained, smiling mischievously.

A huge grin occupied Robin's face, who nodded frantically and hurried to reach the door of his master's room. The faster he reached his bed, the faster the time would pass until he could return to the arms of his beloved master and, perhaps if he was lucky, he could also relive in his dreams the beautiful evening he had shared with the male with whom he had lost his virginity.