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John Blacksad had been acting very strangely lately, at least from the perspective of Weekly the weasel. He was used to his partner being somewhat closed off, being the more quiet and brooding type, at least until they were all alone with each other. Behind closed doors, the black and white cat was a different person. Someone needy and desperate for the weasel. It had been that way ever since Weekly had started bulking up. The weasel hadn’t intended for it to get this far, still feeling pretty awkward about becoming what John described as a “short behemoth.” He didn’t gain much more height but his sheer bulk made up for that. Even while making the simplest of movements, his body was bulging with pure strength. From his wide trunk-like arms and legs, his v-shaped upper half that ran down to his groin area that was always protruding outwards, no matter what he wore, getting him plenty of attention from women and men alike. His trademark jacket only just fit over his muscles but even then they could be clearly seen through the taut fabric and leather, leaving nothing to the imagination. But it was Weekly who was using his imagination, wondering where the cat had been slipping off too lately. He knew John well enough to know when something was up and the cat had been acting very awkwardly ever since, giving off signs of excitement when he would leave to run his “errands.” Of course his experience and line of work made him naturally curious and inclined to seek out what was really going on. So just a bit after John left, Weekly trailed a good distance behind and followed the feline, all the way to Wolfmouth Cemetery of all places. Along the way it had been obvious that John didn’t intend to run some simple errands, but what could he be doing in a cemetery? Hanging back, he had lost sight of John so he carefully ventured into the graveyard, feeling a bit nervous given the setting and the sun in position to nearly set. Though he couldn’t see John, he picked up on a very familiar voice that he followed. It was John’s and they sounded like strain grunts, making his heart race from the thought of him being in trouble. But as he got closer he recognized the certain pitches and gasps in between these groans and grunts, immediately recognizing them as the same kind of noises John would make when they were having sex... He pressed himself against the wall of a mausoleum, hearing the noises coming just from the other side. Peeking around the corner, the short but muscular weasel went wide-eyed to see that John was lacking any clothes on his lower half, having both his ass and his cock out as he leaned against the side wall of the mausoleum but it wasn’t just that. John was presenting himself, panting in a heavy and needy way while someone else was behind him, wearing a smirk as their fingers were pumping in and out of John’s clenching hole. “You’ve really missed me, haven’t you?” they asked. Unbeknownst to Weekly, this was the reunion between Bull and John. The detective had been very eager to make up for all the lost time between them and had been coming back to meet up with the rat. He gasped again when the fingers pulled free, only for the slim but firm bodied rat brought his whole in close, aligning to his iron-hard cock with the other male’s waiting backside. As he watched, Weekly didn’t know what to think at first. But even he looked in awe when he saw the size of the rat’s length and the defined bulges of his abs. Wasting no time, Bull pushed his way inside, causing John to ball his fist and bit his lip. Bull’s strength catapulted his cock into the other male’s depths, all while having his hands on John’s hips, pulling them back. The cat yelled out, letting his voice echo through the empty location, feeling his passage getting filled by the rat’s endowment, and the hard body pressing itself so closely to his back. He had been doing this for multiple days now and yet he still couldn’t get fully used to what the rodent packed or the way he wielded it. He watched still as Bull proceeded to firmly thrust into John, keeping his lower half moving once he really got started, keeping the pumps coming and the cat’s moans just as constant. If Weekly had come with his camera, he would have tried to snap a couple or pictures. Even though John was doing this with someone else, he couldn’t help but be completely impressed, watching as Bull made sure his cock was buried all the way to the hilt. “You’re always so tight!” Bull said with a chuckle. He didn’t stop, simply powering his way through the added tightness, keeping his pelvis bouncing off the cat’s backside, making a firm sound every time. There was also a bit of a sticky sound from the amount of precum that Bull had already let loose inside of John, it being pumped from his sizable ballsack. Bull was also starting to sweat from the effort he was exerting, adding to his already potent and masculine aroma, it being stirred up and carried by the breeze, covering up more area and reaching Weekly, making his own crotch pulse. “How’s that, kitty?” the rat asked, bringing himself in even closer, having his mouth right by the detective’s ear. “Please...just, don’t stop...” John was all but pleading it, his voice dripping with strain and desperation. “Oh, you want more?” Bull asked with another smirk spreading across his lips. His arms wrapped around John and held tight just before he really started to hammer his way in, making his hip muscles flex and bulge from the continuous back and forth motions. But said motions were executed with such smoothness and power in equal measures. It was making Weekly feel a bit jealous in addition to his arousal, seeing someone else use their muscles so effectively while he was constantly adjusting most of the time. John’s moans grew all the louder, not just from the pleasure of having his prostate bashed, but from the feeling of Bull’s body grinding against his own, the hard fur and skin brushing up and down his own, marking him in the rat’s harsh but addicting smell. That alone was enough to make his own cock pulse and leak all the harder. And in return his hole kept clenching, also milking out Bull’s own precum, filling him up to the point that the excess started to leak out of him in between thrusts. Going on from there, the pair seemed to melt into a mess of huffs, growls, and flaring out musk that they got all the more lost in. And the whole time Weekly continued to watch as the rat was aggressively fucking his partner, keeping John moaning without a moment’s pause. “Watch this!” Bull then said, which struck Weekly as an odd thing to say. Until he blinked and realized that Bull was looking right at him. While John remained completely unaware, the rat winked directly at Weekly just before he pulled a series of rapid thrusts that first got John to yell out and spray his seed onto the side of the mausoleum just before Bull made his own final thrust deep inside. Again, Weekly was treated to an impressive sight but it wasn’t at all what he was expecting to see. As Bull’s cock was stuck deep inside of John, the detective’s stomach was starting to expand and inflate from the amount of seed that Bull was releasing all at one time. Groaning deeply and aloud for any around to hear, the rat was pumping his huge loads directly into John’s core, leaving John to take just about every drop, forcing his body to make room for it all but it still felt good to the feline, evident by the way he was still panting and shaking... [center]***[/center] What kept John away the next day was genuinely an extra long day at the office. He could guess that Weekly was at home waiting for him. Along the way he felt bad for leaving the weasel at home so much. Perhaps he could stay home and give his little buddy some overdue attention? Just thinking about his partner and best friend’s stature was making him excited. Not just his sheer muscle mass but how he still went about life as his usual self before that, still not knowing how to make use of his added strength and feeling all awkward about it. Maybe he ought to teach Weekly to become more comfortable with his body, like a coach of sorts? As he opened the door, John Blacksad could have spit his coffee out all over the place if he had been drinking any. What he found upon opening the door to his and Weekly’s shared place wasn’t just the weasel but Bull too. They were talking to each other on the living room couch! “Oh, yeah, I spent a year in prison,” the rat casually said as he was finishing off his serving of offered Brandy. “So you could say that John and I had a lot of catching up to do.” “W-what’s going on here?” John asked as he approached, doing his best to sound steady but his voice faltered. “Oh, hey there, John. I was just minding my business when this weasel came out of nowhere and invited me here. Something about an interview for an article or something,” Bull explained with a wave of his hand. “He’s already asked me a few things. I ended up spilling the details about our...friendship.” Hearing that made John gulp but he also noticed the way that Weekly and Bull chuckled. It seemed the cat was out of the bag but the weasel wasn’t mad at all. “Turns out that your little buddy here caught sight of us yesterday. I made sure to give him a good show before he ran off.” “Speaking of which,” Bull continued. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had such a stud at your place?” “S-stud?” Weekly repeated with a stammer. “Yeah. How much do you lift with those guns? A ton, I bet,” Bull asked as he got up from the couch and got in front of Weekly, just reaching out to grab and then fondle Weekly’s arm, feeling how wide it was, the muscle not having any give as he pressed against it. “Probably not that much...” Weekly responded with an awkward chuckle. “Oh, I bet you could. You just need some...encouragement....” Bull reached out his hand and Weekly took it, rising up from the couch and standing in front of the rat, who continued to touch his body but in a more direct and teasing manner. Weekly stood there, feeling awkward at first but then he started to become a bit stimulated and then aroused from the way that Bull was blatantly feeling up and even groping his body, trying and failing to wrap his hands around the weasel’s arm girth, planting his hands on Weekly’s chest and pressing hard enough for Weekly to feel it through his clothes, groaning a bit from the way his pecs were rubbed over and further down to trace over his abs that were just as prominent as the rodent’s. “Let’s get this off, huh?” Bull asked as he “helped” Weekly out of his jacket and even his shirt, leaving the shorter male shirtless, having all of his wide and bulging bulk on display, not even needing to flex to show them off. “Nice! You have more pride in some muscle like this! You’re a little Hercules.” Highlighting his point, the rat’s hands groped Weekly’s unflexed pecs, lifting and squeezing them in the same way a guy would fondle female breasts. Weekly was blushing as this happened, feeling a mix of embarrassment and tingles of arousal. “W-well, I don’t know about all of that...” Weekly said in response. “What do you think, John?” Bull asked, turning to the onlooking cat. “I uh...” John didn’t know what to say as he looked back and forth at the pair of hard bodied males. It didn’t help that Bull started to take off the clothes covering his upper half, giving John and Weekly the up-close sight of his prominent abs, how they protruded through his shaggy grey pelt even when at rest. It also unleashed his grizzly musk, matching the potency of many men at once and it was quickly spreading throughout the living room, affecting both members of the detective duo. “I think you haven’t been giving this guy the encouragement he needs,” the shirtless rat said with meaning. He made up his mind to bring out Weekly’s inner potential himself. The first step of that was pulling Weekly in close, taking the weasel by surprise when their mouths connected. Maintaining the lead, Bull was quick to push his tongue in as deeply as he could, taking Weekly by surprise but also getting him to moan. Things were happening so quickly but already the rat was kissing with more fervor than John ever had. Weekly could feel that Bull’s tongue was also strong, moving with purpose, darting and twirling against his own. For a bit he was just standing there stunned but as the excitement radiated through him, Weekly was compelled to move his own tongue, making the two clash. Clearly this was what the rodent wanted. Coming from him was a muffled hum of arousal and approval, him pulling Weekly in even closer, their rock-solid upper halves connecting and even starting to grind together a bit as Weekly was falling deeper into the pure excitement, evident by the way the kissing between them was gaining passion. Bull started out by leading but the weasel matched his intensity in a short amount of time. Getting on equal level they were almost fighting back and forth, wrestling their tongues against the other in a battle for control. Weekly was a fast learner, keeping up the oral movements but also reaching his own hands out and around to stroke Bull’s hard back, feeling the other male’s body for himself. From the outside, John was watching as the two were falling deeper into each other. He didn’t know what to say or do, being left in a position of just gawking while standing a good bit away from them, taking in the sight of the two getting all the more into their actions and each other. Their moans were getting all the louder and the two were openly groping, grasping and caressing the other’s body, feeling up the muscle and power that brimmed in various places. Not just their arms or backs but also their shoulders and necks, all while still kissing passionately. John was watching it all and felt like he could melt at this point. He hadn’t realized it until he was already in the thick of it. That he had approached, getting all the closer until he was down on his knees and in between them. He was so trained to respond to Bull’s powerful scent already. And with the addition of Weekly it was just too much for him to contain himself. With them still kissing, he pressed his face into the rat’s underarm, not wasting a second to start inhaling harshly and deeply, taking in as much of the strong musk as he could, taking the smell right to the head and shivering from the effect it had on him, making his body shake and his head spin in the best of ways. Usually he would do it for longer but this time he pulled back much sooner than usual and instead did the same for Weekly, also taking in the pit musk that was also very familiar to him but this time he was doing so with a fervor like never before. While still kissing Bull, Weekly was surprised by how intensely John was inhaling and moaning, all while his face was pressed right into the deepest cleft of his pit, taking in not just the raw smell but the sweat of the muggy day, getting his facial fur marked in the clinging perspiration. But John was taking it all and more, all with a raging erection that made his enjoyment clear. The addition of John’s worship had Bull way too turned on. He too was acting without realizing it at first, reaching down to undo and unzip his hands, freeing his erection that was straining in his vintage underwear, the fabric a bit discolored and damp from sweat and marks of cum from Bull not swapping the pair out for a while added to the scent’s potency, already reaching John’s nose while he was up higher. But having his own length out wasn’t enough. He reached across and did the same for Weekly, taking it upon himself to undo Weekly’s pants, also freeing his cock. And just like the rat, the weasel was known for not changing his underwear that often, the garment also having a strong musk that further filled up the room, keeping John moaning and panting from his senses being almost completely overwhelmed at this point. Being more on the same page, the two reached out for each other’s crotches. They both sprang out from their confines, bringing even more of their cloying musk with them but also the sight of the respective shaft. Bull was longer than average but the incredible hardness of his length could be observed at a glance. Meanwhile Weekly was packing something downright impressive, having length and thickness in equal measure. But just looking down at it wasn’t enough, Bull also wanted a feel. So he got a grip on the weasel’s cock, giving them slow strokes just to get a good feel for what the shorter behemoth was packing and he was very impressed. As he gripped and rubbed the cock, Weekly was moaning louder into the rat’s mouth, responding to the actions themselves and the light roughness of Bull’s hand, spilling his precum onto it. In return Weekly reached out and gripped Bull’s cock. All while John was still going back and forth between their pits, the rodent and weasel were mutually stroking each other, gauging each other’s erections, feeling the strength of their pulses and the veins bulging along the slightly sweaty flesh. It wasn’t just John responding to the musk. Even when the kissing between them was over he kept himself close to Bull. “Y-you smell so good...” he panted, taking in the rodent’s manly aroma, the product of pure masculinity and some time without a deep wash, wearing it all on his body and letting it build. He breathed in deep and felt it taking hold in his lungs, giving him an added rush that made his length pulse all the harder in Bull’s hand. “Shouldn’t take too much for you to smell like me,” Bull pointed out with a chuckle. “You’re not so bad yourself.” he too could smell Weekly’s own brand of musk that wasn’t as dense as his own but that would be an easy fix. The two kept their bodies touching and their hands going with more speed, the pair jerking them off with greater intensity but before things could get too intense Bull broke away and got their attention. “I know a better place for this...” [center]***[/center] The ‘better’ place turned out to be the local junkyard. Stopping and following Bull around, John and Weekly had been walking about with obvious erections that got them more than a bit of attention, especially the weasel. But the junkyard was secluded, giving them some relief as far as prying eyes were concerned. As for their erections, Bull led things off by getting fully nude before them, prompting Weekly and John to follow suit but they didn’t pick up where they left off. Bull had brought them here for a reason: there were plenty of large items in the junkyard to lift and Bull wanted to show Weekly how to really make use of his muscles. Though Bull didn’t have nearly as much overt muscle mass as Weekly, the rat had no problem picking up a lengthy portion of old iron beam, using the rusted but undoubtedly heavy metal as one would use weights at the gym, steadily lifting and lowering in a way that made his whole body bulge, from head to toe his whole being was surging with power and he didn’t look at all faltered by doing so, his muscles looking even more taut than before and his erection raging with every swell of his whole body. “Try it out, weasel. Put those muscles to real use,” Bull encouraged, nodding towards a junked up looking car. Even if it was missing plenty of parts it was still a vehicle weighing several tons. Weekly looked wary but something about Bull inspired him so he approached the car, bending down and getting his hands firmly underneath. He didn’t know what to expect when he started lifting but he shocked himself by not just making the car move but watching as it was rising from its firmly rooted position amongst all the other large, heavy, and rusted objects. And yet he was lifting the old car that was much bigger than himself with visible ease, only grunting a bit as he got the vehicle over his chest level. John was watching with eyes wide as saucers as his little buddy lifted the car and brought it closer to them, standing as closely as he could next to Bull, the two starting to lift these objects as if they were in a gym. And he was just standing before them watching it all like an audience member. “Hey, kitty. We use some fluffing down here,” Bull said, waggling his hips to make his shaft swing and bob like a lure and it was working. Their makeshift weightlifting was making the rat and weasel sweat, including their cocks and looking at them, John just couldn’t resist. He was again on his knees before them but this time he was acting immediately. Choosing Weekly first, the cat all but slammed his mouth down onto Weekly’s engorged and musky flesh, groaning but still persevering as he filled up his own throat with the length and had his tongue pressed down by the thickness. From above he could hear Weekly’s moans mixed with his grunts from still lifting. Working his tongue to lap up the sweat, John started to bob his head with a sense of near desperation, being guided by his desire and awe for such strength and power. He kept his throat around the shaft, the oral walls massaging the pulsing length that shot out precum with such power that it almost jetted right down to his stomach. John swallowed and continued to nurse on his partner’s cock, all while hearing his grunts and smelling the musk that was intensifying from the efforts. He savored it all, even using his hands to caress the weasel’s balls, giving them just as much attention that his mouth was. Pulling off, John moved to the side and pushed his mouth down on Bull’s cock, sucking on it right away in a way that was so intense that it could be heard just as much as Bull and Weekly’s grunts of effort. John knew what Bull liked and acted accordingly, not just taking the length in and out of his throat, but liking along the bottom and sides, giving extra stimulation that kept Bull groaning but he never lost his rhythm or count when it came to his reps. The rat was loving the light ache of his muscles getting worked just as much as he enjoyed the feeling of John’s hot mouth doing its thing. Unlike Weekly, who’s view was taken up by the car, Bull was able to look down beyond the wide and heavy beam, watching John move his head and slurp all over his cock, taking in his flavor and musk. He was also gulping down the precum as much as he could, pulling the hot fluid down into his stomach, letting out hums of approval from the way it felt, feeling his own pulsing so much without him touching it even once. He was taking deep breaths from the excitement he felt, those harder inhales pulling more musk directly into his lungs. John continued to go back and forth between the rat and weasel as they also kept going, all until Bull said something to Weekly that John didn’t hear but he certainly did hear the crashing of the vehicle being tossed aside and landing back in the junk pile. It made him jump back and Bull chuckled when he saw John’s shocked look, his mouth still agape with a rope of precum dangling from his lips. While the cat was still looking, Bull passed the iron beam to Weekly. The weasel, his body charged with adrenaline, let out a deeper and even manlier toned grunt than usual as he started to bend the thick iron beam. Even a bit rusty, the hard and sturdy beam groaned as it buckled and was bent into shape by Weekly. As the weasel did this, Bull came in close: using one hand to feel up Weekly’s body while he was actually flexing and exerting himself, making his muscles even harder than he was bending. Bulging so fiercely that every line and curve of Weekly’s muscle was so clearly defined as if the fur wasn’t even there. Bull was sure that if he tried to punch the weasel’s arm in this state he would likely shatter his hand. With his other hand he went back to groping Weekly’s cock, giving the wet shaft a series of firm strokes, giving Weekly praise while the shorter male continued to show off his strength. Further encouraged by the rat, Weekly wasn’t just bending the iron beam but twisting the object around itself, making it loop multiple times into a pretzel shape. It should have been impossible but Weekly still managed to do so. And the sight of that alone was enough to make John’s body convulse, struck with the full force of his orgasm, shooting ropes of seed onto the dusty ground on the junkyard entirely hands free... [center]***[/center] John was crying out again. He and Bull were on an old metal bench that creaked beneath them with every movement. The rat had him in the missionary position and on top, filling the moaning feline with every inch of his throbbing meat. Being made to take every inch, John could feel how deeply the length was surging into him, enduring the thickness that pressed so closely to his walls. Out in the abandoned junkyard, John was free to moan out as loudly as he wished, his voice echoing out as the rat was already brutally fucking him, serving as an example for Weekly. The weasel was watching as his partner was made to moan to shake in ways that he had never seen before. And Weekly felt his own length throbbing as he watched not just John’s reactions but the constant flexing of Bull’s hip muscles, hardening when he would plunge his way down, slamming all of his length down in again. Once he started he kept going strong, with the same amount of lustful fury and Weekly was honestly awed by the force of his actions and how John endured it all, reacting with nothing short of intense pleasure. Constantly beating John’s walls, Bull’s cock was constantly bombarding John’s tender walls and sweet spots, making him constantly clench and shake against the bench. Meanwhile Bull was snickering as he raised his backside even higher, using that to go even harder, making sure that his tip was kissing John’s deepest parts. Meanwhile the feline’s own cock was throbbing and letting out small spurts of precum constantly, his prostate getting milked of the fluid, making quite the mess on his belly. And even more precum was coming from Bull, so much that John’s passage was already sticky and sloppy. It wasn’t just the force of the ruts but the strength of Bull’s musk that was at full force from his efforts. And having his own body so close to the rat’s, John was constantly hit with the waves of the rat’s natural scent, coming from how much he was sweating now along with the state of his unwashed body, all of it fueling the potency of his addictive stench. There wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t stuck with it, leaving him gasping heavily from this and the hard humps given to him. If all of that wasn’t enough, Weekly was given the signal and moved in to do what they agreed upon earlier. The weasel knelt and gripped the bottom of the bench, getting a firm hold on it before he grunted and started to lift the bench they were having sex on, lifting and lowering in a steady manner all while keeping the balance that allowed Bull and John to keep going without any problems or hiccups. And as he was exerting himself, the weasel hadn’t yet noticed that his own musk was deepening and intensifying, becoming something harsher and on a closer level to Bull’s. At this point the musk that surrounded John from all sides was so brutal that he was whimpering. “I-its too much...” he managed to get out. But hearing that just made the rat chuckle again. Instead of trying to alleviate the issue, Bull grabbed John’s head and stuffed it right into his pit, all while he proceeded to move his hips faster and harder still. He could feel and hear John moaning out all the louder from all of this, all while his voice was muffled directly against the pit, taking in the potency right from its source. This and the unending hard thrusts were enough to push John over the edge again, him gasping sharply as his cock was letting loose ropes of seed that splattered onto his belly, making an even bigger mess of the area. But the highlight was the clenching of his hole that made Bull groan aloud. He managed another hard thrust that kept his length buried deep just before a deluge of seed came rushing out from his tip, taking up so much space within the other male’s passage in such a short time and it was still going from there, quickly filling John up but his body had to make room for the cum that was still being unloaded, resulting in John’s stomach visibly swelling and ballooning. At the same time John could feel his midsection becoming heavier and hotter from the amount of seed it was now holding. He and Bull were left panting, him still inhaling the pit musk directly as Weekly was still lifting the bench they were on, feeling some of the seed dripping onto him. Something about lifting heavy things and actually using his muscles, feeling the rush these activities brought, it made him feel good and he was wanting more... He soon got his turn afterwards, putting the bench down and taking Bull’s place, making John moan out all over again. Bull was standing nearby, giving Weekly some tips and the first one was that the weasel ought to be more forceful and really make use of his muscles. So Weekly made use of all the cum, plunging his way in and filling the cat even further, stretching the cat’s insides even more than the rodent did. There was even a clearly seen bulge in John’s already inflated stomach. Weekly’s hands were firmly gripping him, the smaller male biting his lip from the tightness he felt. Though he had inserted all of his length before it hadn’t reached as deeply as it was now. There was something within him, along with Bull telling him to keep going, that compelled Weekly to act, first pulling back before he pushed his way in again, shoving his cock back in deep, forcing a gasp out of his partner that had an added pitch to it. Once he started the weasel found that he couldn’t stop himself, rocking his muscled hips in a constant manner. John was immediately reeling from what he felt, shaking from how harsh the pumps were but they also brought so much pleasure. Even more than before, John’s prostate was getting flattened by the greater girth of Weekly’s shaft, its unyielding hardness putting an immense amount of pressure on it already. It would make his hole clench down hard but Weekly had the strength to power through that tightness, getting through it easily. He continued to push his way in so deeply that his tip could be seen pushing against the fur and skin of John’s stomach, making it bulge. Making up for the length was the sheer power, allowing the cock to spear its way through to the end. “That’s it. Harder!” Bull said in a manner similar to a coach guiding his team. Weekly responded to that, letting in deeper and more dominant grunts as he started to thrust his way in with more power and speed, keeping such a hold on John that he couldn’t do anything more than just endure the onslaught of gut-punches. He was thankful for all the seed that Bull unloaded into him, alleviating some of the strain he would otherwise feel. All he could do was keep taking deep breaths from the pleasure that never stopped. All over again his own cock was erect and leaking precum, musk surrounding him in a way that kept his body reacting in various ways. Being in the same position that Bull had been before, Weekly and John’s bodies were so close that he was hit with the weasel’s own musk, indeed finding that it was affecting him like Bull’s wound but Weekly had his own distinct tones that John picked up on and felt it overtake him. As he inhaled he found it hard to stop and Weekly, instead of feeling awkward, took a page from Bull’s book and pushed John’s head in, which was enough to make the cat cum right then and there, making an even bigger mess of his stomach fur along with Weekly’s abs and chest. “Now you’re getting it! Keep going! Bring out that inner stud!” Bull encouraged and Weekly responded by pulling John in even closer to the point that their bodies were touching and the sweat of the weasel’s pelt was getting rubbed into John’s fur, marking him just as much as Bull had marked him before. Anyone else who knew what Weekly smelled like wouldn’t have to guess what happened between them. But for now the smaller but much buffer male was going full steam ahead, his thrusts ending with the firm smacks of his balls knocking into John’s backside, repeatedly and hard enough to make the spot ache on the feline’s end. During all of this, John watched how Weekly worked, applying himself fully and making full use of his muscles, watching the way they hardened in various way, never relaxing as Weekly continued to ram his way in, making the bulge in John’s stomach all the bigger from how much harder the thrusts had gotten. In the cat’s ears were Weekly’s deep and almost aggressive sounds. It was like a whole new side of his partner had been revealed, brought to the surface by Bull who was still giving pointers and encouragement. By now John’s body was feeling damp from sweat that wasn’t his own and he could feel how hard the throbs within him were, along with Weekly’s grunts becoming all the deeper. This continued until Weekly managed a final firm thrust that was followed by another surging flow of his cum all pouring into John’s already overfilled passage with just as much power as Bull, making the cat’s stomach expand even further, giving all that he could, having them both panting and shaking against each other from the shared intense rush. Breathing heavily together, Weekly eventually pulled out and the excess of seed was flowing out through the grating of the bench onto the floor. “Congratulations, weasel,” Bull said, patting the shorter male on his hard back. “You’re a new man now.” “Hehe, I guess I am,” Weekly said with a more confident smile. “What do you think, John?” But it was pretty hard for the cat to respond, feeling entirely overwhelmed both inside and out, but in a good way. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked over at Weekly. Even as he was simply talking to Bull, the weasel was standing and moving his body in a whole new way that really made his body subtly show itself off. Since it was clear that he couldn’t walk on his own, Weekly happily carried the cat back home while Bull decided to part ways for the night. “But I’ll see you two again real soon...” he promised.