Ty's eyes widen as the rat steps close to him. It's the scent that really gets him... That musk. The rat positively flaunt it, shoving himself right up in Ty's face. It's something to be admired... He's never really had a scent kink or anything, but he can't help but respond to the virility, the masculinity, the bestial nature of that musk. "I... I want you," Ty mumbles. His eyes quickly drop away from the rat's, staring at his own feet, too embarrassed to look the beast-man in the eyes. "Then you can go or whatever, it's fine."
The rat smirks. Ty wasn't aware before today that an animalistic face could contain such absolute malice and self-confidence, but this man pulled it off in spades. "Oh, you... you 'want me', is that it?" His voice cuts with an edge. Suddenly, the rat's paw-like hand snatches forward and grabs hold of Ty's collar, yanking him forward. Ty sputters weakly as he's forced to lean forward, eye-to-eye with the rat's dark, cruel eyes, their lips less than an inch apart. He can feel the beast-man's soft breath against his cheeks, and it sends a lustful shudder through him. "Learn to say what you want, boy," the rat continues, lips contorting into a sneer. "Before I do anything, I'm going to hear you say that you want my cock. You want me to fuck you like the whore you are."
Ty swallows nervously. He can't bring himself to look away- those dark, bestial eyes pierce into his very soul. After a brief second's deliberation, he resigns himself to do what he's told. "I...I want your cock," Ty murmurs. "I want you to f-fuck me like...like the whore I am."
"Good whore." The rat shoves Ty away from his face and down towards the floor. "Now, get on your knees." The rat's paws slip down to his leather loincloth and begin to deftly work around his belt, unlatching and unlacing several different points. Before long, it's completely untied, and the rat lets the loincloth drop to the stone floor. What he reveals is beyond impressive. His cock is generally humanlike in appearance, intact and light-skinned, emerging from a dense bush of dark fur. It's at least seven inches long, putting Ty's own to shame despite the fact that the young wizard is a full foot taller than the beast-man. Beneath it are two heavy, furry balls, around the size of large apples, hanging low beneath his body. As the loincloth falls, the musk grows even stronger and more innately sexual, displaying the full virility of the male before him.
Ty does as he's told, and drops to his knees. He slowly crawls forward until he's face-to-face with that thick cock. He can almost feel the heat of it against his cheek, even from several inches away.
"Good boy." The rat spits on the floor and wipes his mouth with one paw, before returning his attention to the wizard kneeling before him. "Now give the tip a kiss. Show it that you care."
Ty's breath catches in his throat as he leans even closer, feeling that thick, hot mass of cock presses against his face. He takes the very tip of the rat's warm flesh into his lips, and his tongue slowly runs over the slit. The taste of salty pre-cum fills his mouth from even the first tiny drop, and euphoric lust courses through his body.
"You're a nice little faggot, you know that?" The rat taunts, pulling his cock away from Ty's lips. "Say it. Say it and maybe I'll be nice enough to let you suck my balls."
Ty clears his throat and gazes up at the rat, meeting those dark black eyes once more. "I..." His mouth suddenly feels quite dry, but, with the heat of that cock inches away from his cheek, he can't bring himself to refuse. "I'm a nice little fag."
The rat reaches down and clenches Ty's hair in his paw. He forces the wizard's face forward, shoving his nose underneath his cock and pressing his mouth against his heavy orbs.
This new position is particularly demeaning, but it gives that rush of musk, straight from the source, stronger than anything else yet. It's almost hallucinogenic- Ty feels himself slipping into that lust-induced euphoria, willing to do whatever it takes to get the next hit. He's barely paying attention as he sucks on the underside of each of the rat's large orbs, running his tongue along the beast-man's taint with absolute relish.
Ty only absentmindedly takes notice as the rat pushes him back down onto all fours and steps around him. He feels his robes being hiked up at his waist and his trousers ripped down, revealing his bare ass to the cool chill of the room, but is content to stare straight forward with half-lidded eyes, savoring the remnants of that musk on his tongue.
Then he feels the beast-man's furry body press against his back, and the damp cock forces its way into his ass. Pain splinters through his body, but Ty doesn't even take notice. He's caught up in the simple ecstasy of being taken by a man who knows what he wants.
"That's an awfully tight ass for a little slut like you," the rat snarls as he bucks his cock deep in Ty's asshole, eliciting a feminine moan at the sensation. "I would've expected you to bend over for every cock that comes by...but maybe you'll grow into it." His paw grips Ty's hair once again, yanking his head up and back and forcing him to stare up and at the wall. "You like that cock, whore? You like blowing off your little duties to be fucked in the ass? Say it."
Ty pants and gasps with every heaving thrust into his ass, but he's too overwhelmed in his lust to resist, even if he wanted to. "I...I'm your whore," he cries out, shuddering a little as he hears himself say the words. "I love your cock, please..."
His own cock hangs completely flaccid between his legs, despite the fact that he's having the most intense sexual experience of his lifetime. Ty almost forgets about it until he feels the rat's rough paw groping his flaccid shaft, squeezing it uncomfortably tight. "Don't even know why you've got a cock, slut," the rat snarls, picking up his thrusts to a new, brutal pace. "You were born to bend over and spread your legs. You're not worth licking my paws, much less fucking a pussy of your own."
The paw releases his cock. Ty doesn't pay attention to what's going on around him for a few moments as he simply stares into distant space, savoring the way the rat's cock sinks into his asshole, the way those heavy, furry balls slap against his smaller smooth ones at the bottom of every thrust. Abruptly, the world around him goes dark as the rat forces a piece of fabric across his face. All it takes it for Ty to breathe in deeply to realize it's the rat's loincloth fixed around his face, even as that same rat fucks him from the rear. Ty wouldn't consider himself to have an underwear fetish, but in that moment, there's nothing he would've wanted more.
"Beg for my cum, whore." The rat's voice has become husky over the half-hour or so he buries his cock in Ty's sloppy asshole, but he never seems to tire. "Beg."
Ty's voice cracks as he speaks. "Cum in me, master," he cries out, punctuated by another high-pitched moan as the rat's cock slams into his prostate. "Breed me, give me your cum, p-please..." He pants heavily, doing his best to keep himself calm. "It-it's all I want..."
The rat doesn't respond this time. In a few more slow thrusts he forces his entire cock in Ty's tight ass, and begins to cum, spurting his sticky jizz in the boy's ass. After a few seconds, he pulls out, but continues to cum, splattering ropes across Ty's ass, back, and legs.
Ty slumps down in the floor. His breathing gradually grows deeper and slower as he stares blankly into the distance, enjoying the post-sex bliss. His still-soft cock slowly drools cum into his robes.
The rat pulls his loincloth off of Ty's face and begins to get dressed. It takes a few minutes, but eventually, he's suited back into his leather strap gear, albeit a little sweatier and stickier than before. Before he goes, he takes one last look at his most recent fuck.
The rat fishes through one of his bags and pulls out a tiny steel device, thought Ty doesn't get a good look. "You weren't so bad, you know," the rat snorts. He leans over and spits onto Ty's cheek, before leaning back and chuckling a little to himself. "For a fag. Try the cage on. Maybe if you're a good boy I'll pay you another visit."
Without another word, without even a "goodbye", the rat turns and leaves, carrying his stolen-artifact-loaded bag over one shoulder.
After some time for Ty to collect his bearings, he manages to sit up and clumsily re-dress himself. That's when he notices the device. He's seen them before- it's a chastity cage, albeit a primitive medieval one. It's meant to lock around a cock and prevent it from becoming hard, though the actual key is nowhere to be seen. As Ty recovers from his rough fucking, he considers... Surely he's not going to do through with this...