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  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  “I think we broke him,” Farron said. “He seems to have lost the power to construct proper sentences.”

  “Good,” Delta gasped as he collapsed on top of Trix. “That means he enjoyed it.”

  “Oh yeah,” Trix managed with a chuckle. “That was something else.”

  Delta shifted, his soft cock sliding out of him and sending another shiver of pleasure through Trix’s body. “Farron, it’s your turn.”

  “What?”

  “Your turn to fuck him,” Delta said.

  “Um, doesn’t he need to recover first?”

  Trix snorted. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that fuck.”

  Delta rolled off him and encouraged him onto his hands and knees. Trix, still shaky and weak from the pounding Delta had just given him, stumbled across the bed.

  Farron crawled down to take Delta’s place. He ran his hands over Trix’s arse, spreading his buttocks and touching him lightly.

  “How can you tell if he’s ready?” Farron asked. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

  “Use your fingers,” Delta said.

  “There’s oil in the top drawer,” Trix added, with a nod to the bedside table.

  Delta reached into the drawer, pulled out the bottle and tossed it to Farron. “Here you go.”

  Farron at least seemed to know what to do with the oil. Trix wondered whether he might be familiar with self-pleasure, even if he had never been with another male.

  Trix, already pretty relaxed from his orgasms, still tensed when Farron inserted his finger. “Make sure to take things nice and slow.”

  “I’m not stupid,” Farron muttered. “I’m well aware of the danger of inserting things inside a male’s arse too quickly.”

  “You are?” Delta teased. “Do elaborate.”

  Farron mumbled something too quiet for Trix to hear.

  Delta, who had moved down the bed, did hear, and he roared with laughter. “I bet that was painful.”

  “What was?” Trix asked, curious as to what he might be missing.

  Farron gave a quick squawk. “Don’t tell him, it’s embarrassing.”

  Delta laughed. “What’s my silence worth?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What will you give me to convince me to keep quiet about what you just said?” Delta asked.

  “I’ll suck your cock,” Fallon suggested.

  “Tempting, but…”

  “I’ll let you fuck me.”

  Trix really wanted to know what Farron had said. He twisted round to look at the avian, who was bright red with embarrassment.

  Delta on the other hand appeared amused and thoughtful. “I think I might take you up on that offer. I’m just not sure that one fuck is going to satisfy me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You need to get back home, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll take you there, and during that journey I want you to share my bed.”

  Farron gaped at the canine. Trix was rather shocked himself, but that wasn’t the dominant feeling that washed over him. The jealousy took him completely by surprise. The idea of Delta and Farron flying off through the starscape together, without him, was like being submerged in cold water.

  “You mean as payment?” Farron whispered, with a quick glance at Trix.

  “If you want to call it that,” Delta replied.

  “I’d be selling my body to get home.”

  Trix took hold of Farron’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “There are worse things than being a whore, but I doubt Delta would hold you to the bargain if you changed your mind.”

  “No, I wouldn’t,” Delta said. “I want to help you, and I see no reason why we can’t enjoy ourselves on the journey. But if you decide you don’t want to share my bed, I’ll still take you back to Cygon. I wouldn’t just dump you at a spaceport.”

  When Farron recovered from his surprise, he gave a firm nod. “Agreed.”

  Trix pushed aside his momentary jealousy as Farron turned his attention back to him, or more specifically to his arse. He moaned as Farron probed and stretched him with his fingers.

  After a few minutes Delta spoke. “He’s ready for your cock now.”

  Farron removed the three fingers from Trix’s arse and replaced them with his cock. “Ready, Trix?”

  Trix nodded. “Yes, do it.”

  Farron didn’t waste any more time, he slowly pushed inside Trix, filling him with the hard heat that he craved.

  Delta stretched out beside him, fondling his own cock as he smiled at the two of them.

  “Aren’t you going to join in?” Trix asked.

  Delta shook his head. “No, I’m just going to watch, this time anyway.”

  “This time?”

  Delta grinned. “When Farron has finished fucking your arse, I plan on fucking him, while he buries himself inside that delicious wet heat between your legs.”

  “Oh fuck.” Trix moaned, partly from the sensation of Farron moving inside him, but mostly from the thought of what was to come later.

  “I see you like the idea,” Farron said from behind him. “Me too, Trix, me too.”

  Trix opened his mouth to reply, but Farron increased his speed, almost as though he were eager to reach the next event, and Trix lost his ability to form words again. That seemed to be a theme for the night. He couldn’t remember when he had last been so turned on.

  Again, Farron didn’t last long, he filled Trix with the heat of his release with just a half dozen thrusts.

  “Sorry,” Farron mumbled as he pulled out and flopped down beside him. “I wanted to last longer, at least until you came.”

  Trix leaned over and nuzzled Farron’s neck. “I’m pretty sure if I come again this quickly I’ll fall asleep right after. In fact, I’m surprised I’m still awake after that double orgasm earlier.”

  “No sleeping on the job,” Delta teased as he sat up, still stroking his cock.

  Trix gave a fake snore, earning a smack to his arse from Delta. “Hey, you didn’t pay for that.”

  Delta chuckled. “And how much would you charge me to give you a good spanking?”

  Trix snorted. “I’m not into that sort of thing. If you want someone to bend over your lap with his arse in the air, you need to look elsewhere.”

  Beside him, Farron drew in a sharp breath, and when Trix glanced down he saw the avian was half hard again.

  “Maybe Farron would offer up his arse for you?” Trix suggested with a wink at the aroused avian.

  “Um,” Farron mumbled.

  Delta laughed and rolled Trix onto his back. “Maybe I’ll talk to him about that on our journey. In the meantime, Farron has the stamina of youth, so how about you spread your legs ready for him to fuck you?”

  “Don’t you need to prepare Farron first?”

  “I’m already stretched.” The avian blushed bright red and Trix guessed that he had been taking advantage of some of the toys the Pleasure Station sold in the shops.

  “Do tell,” Delta said.

  Farron turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. “Um, I might have bought a fake cock from the shop.”

  “Might have?” Trix laughed.

  “Did,” Farron amended.

  “And when did you last use it?” Delta asked.

  “This morning.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  Farron nodded. “It was definitely better than… you know?”

  Delta chuckled. “I’ll bet.

  Trix frowned as he was once again excluded from the private joke between them, before realisation dawned. “Farron, did you injure yourself while pleasuring yourself?”

  “No!” Farron sighed. “It was a friend who got a bit carried away when he was fingering me. He’s part falcon, and he inherited their sharp talons, rather than the webbed fingers of my clan.”

  So Farron wasn’t as untouched as he appeared to be. Trix tried to smother his laughter, but he couldn’t h
ide his grin. “Ouch.”

  Farron crawled down the bed and positioned himself between Trix’s legs. “Yeah, but it was a few months ago, so I’m fully recovered. I’m also more than ready for Delta’s cock.”

  “You are?” Delta asked. “Just what size phallus did you buy from the shop?”

  “I got the one that extends and widens,” Farron admitted.

  “They’re expensive,” Trix pointed out. “You could have paid for your fare home with the cost of one of those.”

  “It was on special offer,” Farron said. “Not that I really thought it through properly. I should have saved my credits. I should also have taken the time to read the instructions properly.”

  Delta gave Farron a knowing look. “What do you mean about the instructions? You didn’t hurt yourself with that too, did you?”

  “No, but I might have put it up to one of the largest, thickest settings without working my way up to it first. It, um, took a while for me to adjust. But at least it means I’m good and stretched now, right?”

  Trix gaped at him. He had seen the size of those things, and there was no way he would even attempt to insert any of the larger ones in his own arse. Farron must have had a very high pain threshold to manage that.

  Delta appeared surprised and maybe a little impressed. “In that case, let me oil up and we’ll get down to business.”

  Trix’s breath came faster as they all shifted positions, trying to find the most comfortable way of going about this. He couldn’t believe how eager he was. In all his time working as a whore on the Pleasure Station, he had never been so desperate.

  “Ready?” Delta asked from behind Farron.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck yes!” Trix moaned as Farron slid inside him. “That’s it, Farron.”

  When Farron was fully seated, he held still while Delta took him from behind. Delta was taking it slowly, inching in a little, then pulling back before pushing in a bit more. Each small thrust caused Farron to move within Trix, almost as if Delta were fucking Trix with Farron’s cock.

  Trix met Farron’s eyes, and held his gaze as Delta continued to work his way inside him. He grabbed Farron’s hand and the avian squeezed it back. “Relax and let him in,” Trix encouraged. “You’ve taken a fake phallus nearly twice the size of him. You can do this.”

  Farron gasped at Delta’s next thrust. “That’s not what’s worrying me. I want to push back against him, but if I do, I’ll slip out of you.”

  “No you won’t,” Trix assured him. He squeezed around Farron’s cock, gripping him intimately. “I’ve got you and I’m not letting you out until you’ve spilled your cream inside me.”

  Farron relaxed, and a moment later he cried out in pleasure. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  “That’s it,” Delta praised. “Can you feel my balls against your arse?”

  “Yes,” Farron moaned. “Oh yes.”

  “Good. Now, brace yourself, because I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be hard.”

  “Are you sure?” Trix asked. “I mean, about it being hard.”

  “Oh yes,” Delta replied. “That’s what you want, isn’t it Farron?”

  Farron nodded. “Yes, hard is good.”

  Delta thrust into Farron again and again. Trix cried out as the moves caused Farron to push inside him.

  “Hard and fast,” Delta promised. “You’re going to feel this for a week. After tonight a fake cock is never going to be enough for you. Even a heated one can’t compare to the feel of a real cock in your arse. Can you tell the difference?”

  “Yes!”

  “You’ll remember tonight for the rest of your life,” Delta said.

  Farron nodded. “Forever.”

  “No other man’s cock will ever fill you like mine does,” Delta bragged as he increased his pace, thrusting repeatedly with a stamina that Trix envied. “Now scream for me.”

  Trix clenched around Farron as the avian screamed. Heat filled him and triggered his own climax, cream spilling from his untouched cock, and splashing both himself and Farron.

  Delta cried out and stilled as he orgasmed.

  Farron moaned above him again.

  Trix blinked up at him. He couldn’t move or speak yet. All he could do was feel, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.

  Farron collapsed on top of him and Delta fell to the side. Farron winced slightly as Delta pulled out of him, but a sigh of pleasure made it clear he wasn’t in too much pain.

  Trix knew they should probably move soon, but for the moment he stayed where he was, relishing the feel of Farron’s softening cock still inside him.

  Closing his eyes, he let sleep take him. He didn’t know if Delta had any more plans for them tonight, but even if he did, Trix needed to rest first. There would be time for another round later.

  Chapter Three

  When Farron woke up, his first thought was that it was far too hot in the room. Then he realised the cause of the heat was because he was snuggled between two warm bodies.

  Memories of the previous night came back to him and his body temperature increased even more as he relived some of the highlights in his mind.

  When his friends and siblings had left him at the Pleasure Station his main concern had been getting the funds to get home to Cygon. He hadn’t taken much notice of anything other than the game tables. He’d only gone to the shop for food, though he had soon been distracted by the obnoxiously large display of sex toys right inside the doors. There was nothing like these on Cygon, and he couldn’t resist spending a few of his hard won credits on the large black phallus that had caught his eye. He hadn’t intended to engage the service of one of the whores, but he had no regrets about the spur-of-the-moment decision that had led him to wake up in bed with two other men.

  “How are you feeling this morning?” Delta’s deep voice sent shivers down Farron’s spine. Something about the canine called to Farron on a very basic level. When he asked Farron to do something, his instinct was to obey.

  “Debauched,” Farron replied with a grin.

  Trix chuckled at his other side. “That’s a rather accurate description, if a little old-fashioned.”

  “I’m from a traditional sort of clan,” Farron said.

  Delta laughed. “And what would your traditional clan say about what the three of us did last night?”

  Farron snorted. “I doubt they’d be impressed. While my people don’t have any rules about pre-mating sex, they’re very big on the one mate for life rule.”

  “Pre-mating?” Trix asked. “Didn’t we just mate?”

  “Yes, but not in the way that I meant. When my people mate we sing the mating song and bind our lives together.”

  “There was definitely no singing last night.”

  “No, just a lot of moaning and screaming,” Delta remarked.

  “What do you mean by binding your lives?” Trix asked.

  Farron sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. “When we take a mate, it’s for life. The binding serves two purposes. It prevents us—the males at least—from being unfaithful, and it also means we cannot survive without our other half.”

  “Can’t survive?”

  “We die within a day of losing our mate. In that time we prepare and sing our mating song for the last time. Then we join them in death.”

  “Then you don’t have nests, like the other avian clans?”

  “We have homes that are called nests, but we don’t have multiple sex partners like some of the clans do.” He glanced from Delta to Trix. “Well, not usually.”

  Farron turned to Trix. “Did you enjoy last night?” Somehow it was important that Trix had. Even though he was a whore, selling his body for credits and cream, Farron wanted him to have enjoyed what they had shared together.

  “Oh yes,” Trix replied with a contented purr. “I can’t remember when I last had so much fun.”

  “Really? But you’re a…”

  “Whore?” Trix supplied. “You can say the word. I don’
t mind.”

  Trix stretched and sat up next to Farron. “For me, whoring is simply survival. I get down on my knees to pay for my room here and get fed. It’s business, nothing else.”

  “I see.”

  Trix nudged him gently. “No, you don’t. Last night was different. I enjoyed it, every minute. Last night I felt like something more than just a hole for someone to shove his cock in. I felt like a proper feline again, one whose bed mates actually want me and care about my pleasure, as well as their own.”

  Farron wrapped his arm around Trix and used his free hand to bring him round to face him. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

  Trix nodded and Farron leaned in to brush his lips over Trix’s. He didn’t need Trix to tell him that he didn’t normally kiss his customers. The intimacy of sharing breath was something too special to put a price on.

  He slipped his tongue between Trix’s lips and felt the roughness of the feline’s tongue brush against his own. He moaned at the contact and deepened the kiss. His cock hardened and Trix’s erection brushed his thigh.

  Gasping, he pulled out of the kiss and stared at Trix. The feline appeared equally stunned.

  They moved together, rubbing against each other with slow, deliberate movements. Trix purred in his ear, while Farron whimpered and moaned.

  “So good,” Farron gasped as Trix rolled on top of him and ground against him.

  Trix panted, his eyes closed as their cocks slid together, each move bringing a little more friction than the last.

  Farron grabbed Trix’s arse and pulled him closer. He had no idea what Trix would charge for this play, or whether he intended to charge him at all. Farron didn’t care. Trix’s weight on top of him should have been suffocating, but the feline was slight in build, and instead Farron felt delightfully overpowered. He craved more.

  He released Trix’s arse and raised his arms over his head. Beside them, Delta watched quietly.

  “Please,” Farron whispered, with a nod to his hands.

  Delta understood his need and leaned over to pin Farron’s wrists where they were.

  Farron moaned in pleasure as he let Delta hold him in place while Trix rubbed against him.

  “Is this what you want?” Delta whispered. “To be tied down and used for another’s pleasure?”