"Dismissed."
With a salute, the human turned and made his way out the building. As he walked, he attempted to tuck his shirt into the front of his pants a little deeper. Talking to the general had only made him harder. The medals on her uniform naturally drew his gaze to her chest, but the memory of yesterday was still fresh in his mind. He could still recall her nude form perfectly, if only because it reminded him of the lady so much. There was no way his erection would go down anytime soon, and it wasn't like he was able to relieve himself in private. Hopefully no one would notice in the showers.
He just needed to be quick and not draw attention to himself.
Easy.
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"Hey, Gina, let someone else have a turn!"
"I just put it in! Don't be so impatient," the brown-furred woman snapped at her comrade. Waving her wet tail to make the other rat back up, she turned back to rest her head on the human's shoulder, whiskers tickling his neck. With her arms wrapped around his torso, she began rocking her hips slightly, trying to grind against him. The male shivered, cock throbbing as her pussy slowly slid up and down. Not exactly the best position, but it did the job.
Oliver thought so too, or as least, it seemed like he did. It wasn't like he could say, seeing as his mouth was too busy being forcefully kissed by another rat.
The poor human had barely even begun to wash himself before being grabbed and pushed up against the wall. Nearly smothered by the six horny rodents, he could feel their wet hands greedily exploring his body, rubbing all over. His own hands, meanwhile, were quickly commandeered and guided between the legs of the two rats on either side of him. The one on the left was more allowing in letting him find his own rhythm, but the other was very clear in her preferred method. She basically did all the movements herself, guiding his thumb across her clit, leaving him wondering why she didn't just get herself off.
As the middle woman had turned around to insert him in from behind, the remaining two had begun to fight for the right to make out with the private. When one locked her lips around his, the other would lick and kiss at his cheek, trying to push herself back in control. And so, Oliver's allotted twenty minutes had quickly passed, his body and cock pulled every which way as the soldiers began rotating positions.
Not cumming yesterday was hard, but this was something else entirely. This was beyond overstimulation. He was just a toy, being used as they saw fit. Under normal circumstances, he would've been completely okay with this. But now, being forbidden from orgasming, he could barely hold on. His legs had given out a few minutes ago, but they hardly seemed to notice, holding him up straight. How he was going to get through the rest of the day, he had no idea. His balls already felt more blue than he thought possible.
There were three other people in the showers, watching, but not participating in the impromptu gangbang. One of them, a tall male with a white lower-body and black upper-body, looked on with what was clearly a mixture of annoyance and anger. He was aggressively washing himself and grumbling under his breath, making sure that everyone knew he did not approve. Oliver couldn't tell whether this was because he didn't approve of the sex in general, or because of who the sex involved. Finishing up, he made a point of grabbing his towel and walking out.
Likewise, the one woman not fighting over Oliver's dick kept making faces toward the group. Unlike the male, she was more openly confrontational, and didn't hold her tongue. Seeing this, one of the women mockingly made a kissy face at her, prompting her to roll her eyes, "Uck, how desperate are you guys? You couldn't do this with anyone else? Gross."
"Hey, that's rude. I think they're cute," said the rat making out with Oliver, finally giving him an opportunity to breathe. The soldier to his left agreed, stating that she had always found humans to be sexy.
The middle soldier was more neutral, continuing to thrust as she shrugged, "I haven't seen my boyfriend in three months, I'll take any dick I can get at this point." She took him to the hilt as she said this, shimming her hips from side to side.
"Whatever," the disgusted woman replied, "Humans are so fuckin' ugly. I'd sooner fuck a cat. At least they aren't completely furless." She turned away, making sure to not let Oliver see her breasts. Mirroring the guy who had just left, she snatched up a towel and stormed out. Oliver, too focused on trying not to creampie the woman using him as a dildo, didn't even notice.
That left only one other rat, a shorter, tannish man. Compared to the other two, he seemed much more interested in the spectacle taking place. Leaning against the wall, he watched on passionately, unashamedly stroking himself. He couldn't see the penetration from his angle, but the five round asses pointed toward him more than made up for it. Though he had tried to avoid drawing attention to himself, the show his companions made in leaving the showers drew one of the women's gaze to him. Blood immediately rushed to his face, and he covered his dick in embarrassment.
"Uh, are you jerking off?" she asked. He sheepishly nodded, blushing even harder and turning his hips away slightly. Grinning, she stuck her backside out, wiggling it at him, "Wanna join in?"
His cock let out a spurt of precum through his fingers. "R-really?"
"Sure, we got room! Seeing as Gina won't let anyone else get some dick!"
The male approached the group so fast he nearly slipped and fell. Though she returned to kissing the human, the rat that had invited him over arched her back enticingly. Her long tail swished to the side, laying over the rear of the adjacent female, giving him the perfect angle for insertion. His eyes widened as he took a moment to appreciate the view, looking like he might pass out from the excitement. No doubt he was going to be bragging about this for the rest of his life. Gingerly grabbing her waist, he aimed his cock up with her pussy, and prepared to slide himself in.
He almost succeeded.
A mere fraction of a second before the tip touched her entrance, a metal hand clasped his shoulder and pulled him away. "Woah, hey!"
He turned to face his cock-blocker, only to jump back with a squeak, dick instantly going limp. Looking down at him, through thick red lenses, was a giant rat in black and white armor. Their helmet, which wrapped around their snout, was painted with a row of fearsome teeth, creating a terrifying visage that made him back away. It was one of the Trench Raiders, super soldiers that had long been the pride of the rat army. They didn't say a single word, but the massive shadow looming over him was enough to make him know not to protest.
A second raider appeared from behind the first and grabbed the middle rat woman. With one hand, they effortlessly pulled her off of the human, pushing her and two of the other women to the floor. Just as quickly, they did the same to the two remaining rats, rudely shoving them aside. Like the male, they didn't even try to argue. The human's dick twitched in the air at the sudden interruption, futilely leaking precum onto the floor. In truth, he didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved, as he had been only moments away from cumming.
"Private Nicholson," the raider said in a deep, booming voice, "General Ramtal is looking for you."
Oliver didn't get a chance to respond. Shouldering their gigantic gun, the armored soldier reached down between his legs with lightning speed. Metal fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his scrotum, pulling his nuts tight in the sack. Squeezing harder than necessary, they turned and began toward the exit, jerking the human along by the balls. The deep, blue-ball ache was suddenly replaced by an entirely different kind of discomfort, making him dizzy. His dick throbbed, letting out another small spurt of precum onto the armored hand. Said hand tightened in response, threatening to break something. "Ah! Wait!"
The request fell on deaf ears, as they just continued to drag him alongside. Even as they stepped out of the showers, they didn't release their grip on him. Again he asked to be let go, which was answered with an even harder squeeze. Just as it felt like his balls might get crushed under the pressure, the sound of someone clearing their throat made the raider suddenly release him.
"Private Oliver J. Nicholson?"
Fighting the urge to fall over and cup himself, he looked up to find the general's assistant crossing her arms. She was shaking her head, her enormous glasses making her eyes look almost comically huge. Skinny, and very short for a rat, she wasn't exactly the most intimidating looking thing. Not that she needed to be, her guards compensated for whatever muscle she lacked.
"We've been looking all over for you. Your shift started seventeen minutes ago."
