The Cathouse

Rory spent the next several days with his mind constantly on Seven and the things he had said. Rory couldn’t lie to himself. Yes, his dad fucked him. Probably about once every two weeks or so, more if he was stressed out and had the time. He’d been doing it since Rory was about eight years old.


No one knew about it. Not even Camelia. He didn’t dare tell her, because she would have confronted their father and that would have ended very badly. His mother didn’t know, or if she did, pretended not to.


He always knew when it was coming. He was forced to eat dinner with his parents any night his father was present. After they were done eating, his father would say something like “Rorden, I need to talk to you later.”


And later, he would come to Rory’s room, lock the door, and perform the act.


Rory tried to rationalize it. It wasn’t as bad as the first time. That had been the worst. He was even kind of used to it. He’d learned to zone out during the process.


Except, he was always exhausted afterwards. He was always sore. Probably because his father didn’t prepare him to be entered, he just entered. And Rory couldn’t remember ever feeling aroused, so the sensations were uncomfortable and Rory was always tense throughout the whole thing.


He didn’t even really see what his dad did as sex. He’d managed to separate what Camelia did with her boyfriends and what his dad did to him as two completely different things.


He’d never ever discussed it before. Not even with his father. His dad just took him and if Rory fought, he’d hit him or threaten to do it to his sister instead, so Rory submitted. And when it was over, he’d remind Rory that bad things would come from telling anyone about it.


Something about Seven talking about it made him feel as dirty and tainted as he’d felt after the first time. Something about Seven referring to it as “fucking” brought it home that he had sex with his father, when all he’d tried to do was forget it.


But he’d liked what Seven had done in bed. That was blissful. He would do it again in a heartbeat. In fact, he understood why Camelia did it so often.


It wasn’t just the way it felt, though. It was the consideration that Seven had had for Rory. They had shared the pleasure, and in turn, it really was nothing like being with his father.


But Seven had been right. Somehow, his dad subconsciously sensed that Rory had been with someone else, and the next night he had an oppurtunity, which was Sunday night, he told Rory he needed to speak with him.


Rory hadn’t cried during it since he was thirteen, but that night he cried and got slapped for it. His father must have been angry with Rory for sleeping with someone else, because he was rougher and harder on him than usual and when the next morning came around, Rory couldn’t get out of bed.


He’d told his mother he was sick and she left without making him go to school. Instead, Rory spent the morning trying to make it to the bathtub. Once he’d allowed himself to soak in a warm bath, he could actually get around.


Feeling numb as all hell, he got into his car and tried to find the address that Seven had written for him. He already knew the street, so it was all a matter of finding the right apartment building. Finally, he spotted a sign that read “Cathouse Apartments, 1203.”


He got out of the apartments and walked over, looking for 2B. He reached the correct stoop, but was surprised to see someone already standing there.


The person was somewhat tall, willowy with long blue hair to their waist and an eyepatch across one eye. Rory thought they were female at first glance, but he realized upon getting closer that it was a boy. He was extremely pale and his visible eye was blue. He wore all black, dressed in a somewhat skimpy outfit. The top was black with fishnet throughout the sleeves and cut off just above his bellybutton. He wore a trenchcoat with no sleeves over a pair of very short black shorts. His boots reached the middle of his calves and and a considerably sized heel.


As feminine as his appearance was, his mannerisms and behavior were still fairly masculine. He was punching one of the intercom buttons over and over again, yelling at it.


“I know you’re in there!” he growled, “I wanna know why Seven never showed up the other night!!”


Rory approached cautiously and saw the intercom button he was pushing was, indeed, for apartment 2B.


“No one’s here!” squeaked a little voice on the other side that was most definitely not Seven himself.


“Rrgh, fine!” the person shouted, “But you tell him to come see me in Crescent territory soon if he wants the help he was asking for!”


With that, he turned and nearly ran right into Rory, who took a step back. The two regarded the other for a moment.


“I haven’t seen you around here before,” the man said, “Are you here to see Seven by any chance?”


“Um…” Rory paused, not knowing the correct answer to that question.


The man watched him expectantly before he sighed. “Look, just answer me,” he said, “You obviously aren’t a streetwalker and I’ll be escorting you home if you’re not here to see Seven.”


“I’m here to see Seven,” Rory confirmed.


“Not lying?” he asked.


Rory shook his head.


“Name’s Shimmer,” the man nodded at him, “I run the Crescent gang in the business district. If you ever get in trouble, try to at least get there, my boys and I will take care of you.”


“Why would you do that?” Rory asked.


“We do that for everyone,” Shimmer said just before he walked off, flipping off the intercom system as he went.


Rory frowned after him, unsure of what to make of what just happened. Instead he walked over and pressed the intercom button for 2B.


“Shimmer!” a voice whined, “He’s really not here!”


“I’m not Shimmer,” Rory said, “My name is Rory. Seven gave me this address and told me the door is always unlocked.”


“Come on up!”


Rory scratched his head and walked through the front door, heading to the apartment. He stopped in front of the door and tried the doorknob. It was locked. He snorted.


He started to knock, but suddenly, the door was opened. A single head popped out to look at him.


It was a cat anthro, like Seven, but he was smaller, younger and had a soft child’s face. Light brown hair fell softly onto his forehead and his brown ears were straight up in the air.


Rory started to speak, but suddenly, two other identical heads peered out the doorway.


“Come in!” one of them said and opened the door all the way.


Rory could see now that they were triplets. Everything about them was identical, including their tan skin, their fluffy brown striped tails, and the white shirts and baggy jeans they wore.


“Is Seven here?” Rory asked.


“Nope,” one said and leaned forward. Rory noticed the one difference he could tell between them. They all had a different design on their shirt. One had a heart, another had a peace sign and the last one had the gender symbol for “male.”


Suddenly, all three of them were crowding him, sniffing disdainfully.


“You smell like Seven,” one said.


“But it’s tainted by someone else!” another cried.


“Seven won’t like that,” the third remarked, “He doesn’t like when other people touch what he’s marked.”


“Marked?” Rory huffed, “I’m not an object.”


“You’re one of his mates!” one of them cried. Rory had to keep glancing at their shirts, trying to tell them apart by something besides the symbols.


“I’m Morning!” the one with the heart on his shirt said.


“I’m Noon!” said the one with the peace sign.


“Cute,” commented Rory, turning to the third, “And you’re Evening, right?”


“No, I’m Twilight!” he replied.


Rory sighed. “I was looking for Seven,” he said, “I guess if he’s not here, I’ll just leave.”


“No, stay!” Morning took his hand, “We’re bored! And Seven won’t like that smell on you! We’ll take it off.”


“How?” Rory asked suspiciously.


Suddenly, Noon was behind him, rubbing his sides as he lifted up the hooded jacket that Rory was wearing. Morning started playing with the top of his pants and Twilight pulled his chin to him, meeting him in a kiss.


“H-hey!” Rory cried, breaking it, “Do you mind?!”


“Not at all!” they all said together. Suddenly, they all three pulled him to the ground, Rory giving a yelp as he landed on his rear, the soreness of the night before acting up.


Morning paused, noticing. “What’s wrong?” he asked.


“Just… kind of sore,” Rory replied, not meeting their eyes. They all three looked at each other with knowing looks.


“I see, that’s why you smell like someone else,” Noon said.


“Then we’ll be gentle,” Twilight said.


“Ah, wait!” Rory said, his jeans disappearing off his hips before he even knew they had been undone.


“Has Seven played a game with you?” Morning asked, prying off his boxer shorts, not seeming to notice as Rory struggled to keep them on.


“Yes, has he?” Noon asked, tugging at the zipper of his jacket.


“And did you lose?” Twilight whispered in his ear, just before he ran his tongue through it, “I love it when I lose games with Seven.”


Rory moaned, desperately trying to keep all his clothes on. He was starting to lose the ability to say no as Noon’s hand’s found their way to his nipples, rubbing then sensually. Morning managed to get the boxer’s off, then pried off his shoes so he could get all his clothes all the way off. Soon, Rory was naked, moaning weakly in protest.


Twilight was kissing his neck, licking up his adam’s apple, while Noon sucked on his nipple. Morning breathed a hot break on his forming erection, causing Rory to give a small cry.


“D-don’t…” he gasped.


Morning ignored him, taking him in his mouth and sucking against him. Rory cried out loudly as Twilight began to tease his ear with his tongue and Noon bit down gently on his nipple. Suddenly, without even consulting one another, they were rolling Rory onto his hands and knees, forcing him to stay like that. Morning lay underneath him, sucking on his erection, rubbing his tongue against it. Noon shifted down to be behind him, sitting on Morning’s stomach, and spreading Rory’s legs, running his tongue over his entrance.


Rory cried out loudly, overwhelmed by the constant attention on multiple places on his body. Twilight unzipped his own jeans and pushed them down, pushing Rory towards his erection. Rory resisted, shaking his head.


Suddenly, Noon shoved his tongue deep into Rory’s entrance, causing him to gasp and cry out, his face becoming flush and his erection throbbing in Morning’s mouth.


Twilight forcibly shoved Rory down onto his erection and Rory jerked away from it. He didn’t like being forced like that, it reminded him too much of…


“Stop!” he cried.


Morning glanced up and saw Twilight, taking his mouth off of Rory’s erection and frowning at his brother.


“Twilight, stoppit!” he chided, “If he doesn’t wanna, find something else to do!”


“But you guys took all the good spots!” Twilight whined.


“You can blow him next,” Morning suggested before taking Rory back in his mouth and sucking, then humming hard against Rory’s building erection, causing it to vibrate. Rory nearly screamed, falling forward slightly, gasping for air.


Twilight huffed a little and zipped up his own pants, pulling Rory up to support himself on shaking elbows, kissing him before shoving his tongue deep in his ear.


Rory didn’t know how long things went on like that but if felt like a long time. Noon’s tongue squirmed, wet and warm, in and out of his entrance, while Morning sucked at his erection, as if trying to drink him. Twilight simply played with his neck and ears.


Finally, he felt himself tighten beyond being able to hold it in and gave a sharp scream, coming, tossing his head back. Morning swallowed and pulled back, wiping his mouth. Noon relented on his entrance, allowing Morning to sit up.


Rory wished he had good sense to move after that, but he felt sedated and unable to move as he lay there, his rear end up in the air, resting his head on the carpet.


Rory closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath and cool down. As the activity stopped, his sweat cooled him off. He was about to sit up when he felt something small and cool pushed into his entrance. He sat up with a soft cry of surprise.


“Wh-what was that?!” Rory asked.


“Seven’s gonna be mad,” Morning said, looking over Twilight’s shoulder as he looked at a remote of some kind thoughtfully.


“That’s a new toy and Seven doesn’t like it when we use them before he does,” Noon added.


“It’ll be okay,” Twilight said.


“Twilight’s a sadist,” Morning and Noon said to each other, shaking their heads as though ashamed of their brother.


Rory was confused, backing away from them. Twilight glanced up and ran over to him, tackling him. Rory gave a cry of surprise as the anthro boy began to rub himself against Rory.


Rory’s erection came back as Twilight continued, then reached down and wrapped his fist around him and stroked. Rory squirmed, somewhat trying to get away as he cried out. Somehow, the second time around made him feel more aroused and wilder.


Twilight suddenly flipped something up on the remote and Rory’s eyes widened as the thin tube-like thing that had been pushed into his entrance began to vibrate. It pushed up against his prostate as it purred against him, causing him to give a small bark of a scream, throwing his head back.


Rory didn’t even notice that Twilight had shoved first one wrist, than the other into two straps that were on the floor, binding him there.


“Bad, bad Twilight!” the other two cried, but were watching and not doing anything.


Rory struggled against the bonds as the vibrator continued to persistently press up against his prostate. Twilight flipped the switch higher and it moved faster, causing Rory to scream.


Twilight buried his face between Rory’s legs, sucking him off. Rory was screaming fairly loudly now, tossing his head back and forth, driven crazy by the thrilling sensation of pleasure that was forcibly shuddering up and down his body.


“I’m gonna…” Rory tried to say, “I need to…”


At these words, Twilight wrapped a hand tightly around Rory’s erection, holding it closed and forced him not to come. Rory gave a loud scream and bucked his hips hard, desperate. The tightness started to hurt as his time for release was several seconds gone.


Suddenly, the vibrator was running even faster, making the sensation drift from pleasure into pain.


“St-stop!” he cried.


Just then, the door opened and Seven looked into the scene, one eyebrow raised. Rory tilted his head back and looked at him pleadingly.


Seven took a moment to figure out what had happened before scowling. “Twilight!” he snapped, “Let him go!”


Twilight pouted and released him. Rory gave a loud cry, whimpering as he came. The vibrator stopped and Twilight tugged it out of him by the way of a small wire.


Rory sat there, still bound to the floor, panting, whimpering again, shifting. Seven walked over and shoved Twilight aside, unstrapping Rory’s wrists and sitting him up.


Rory found himself clinging a little to Seven as he glanced at Twilight, then hid his face, somewhat embarassed.


“I’m sure you two were involved…?” Seven said, glancing at Morning and Noon.


“We were nice!” Morning protested, “We made it feel good and we let him come when he was ready!”


“Twilight was being a sadist again!” Noon agreed, “And we were just trying to get that scent off of him…”


Seven paused and inhaled Rory’s scent. “Ah… I told you to try and avoid him,” Seven said softly, “Though it’s not your fault. Bring his clothes, you little pixies, and apologize!”


“I didn’t mind them,” Rory said hoarsely, nodding at Morning and Noon, “But him…” He glanced at Twilight.


“Yes well, he’ll be punished,” Seven said.


Twilight smiled and clapped his hands.


“Not like that!” Seven snapped, “I mean you have to clean the apartment now! So get to work!”


“Aw!” Twilight whined, “Punish me the other way, Seven!” He darted over and started to rub himself against Seven. “Please…!”


Seven shoved him off. “Freaking kittens!” he growled, “Get to work! I swear, you’re in heat constantly…”


Twilight sniffled and ran off crying. Rory couldn’t help but feel bad for him, but no one else seemed worried.


Once Rory was dressed again, Seven helped him stand, checking him over. Rory was shifting, embarassed now that the moment was over. He’d totally been molested by someone who seemed younger than him…


“You’re all right,” Seven told him, “Well, concerning Twilight, anyway. He’s going through this stage and… You two, cut it out!”


Rory glanced over at Morning and Noon, who were making out casually in the corner, Noon’s hand buried down the front of Morning’s jeans.


“Th-they’re brothers!” Rory said, looking away.


“Cats are some of the most incestuous animals in the world,” Seven said, “They can interbreed without birth defects. Cat anthros aren’t any different.”


“That is so wrong…” Rory said, glancing at them, seeing Morning squirming now that Noon had stopped and he was still aroused.


“Go away, you two,” Seven shooed them away. They both darted off. “Excuse them. They’re from the same litter and they’ve seen about as much abuse as you, if not more.”


“Abuse…?” Rory asked.


“Ask them,” Seven said, “That’s how it works here. You don’t tell any story but your own here. So what brings you here?”


Rory glanced around the room now that he could actually take it in. It seemed like a normal living room at first. There was a ragged grey couch sitting on plain brown berber carpet. The wallpaper was tan with dark brown vertical stripes and the woodwork was all a dark brown. A TV sat to one side of the room and a table with a couple of chairs was nearby.


At second glance, though, Rory saw a few spots where straps used to hold people down had been installed on the ground. There was a strange contraption with a lot of straps that Rory couldn’t begin to guess how it was used to one corner and a boxful of sex toys nearby.


He blushed.


“Are you guys about nothing but sex?” Rory asked.


“When there’s nothing else to do, y’know?” Seven shrugged, “I am a tomcat in my prime. I don’t do a whole lot of anything else.”


“You fuck those triplets?” Rory asked.


“If I didn’t, they’d probably jump me and tie me down,” Seven replied, “There’s two more mates in this house and I have a few who come in and out.”


“So everyone who lives here is having sex with everyone else?” Rory sighed, sitting on the couch.


“Not everyone,” Seven said, “Well, I’m supposed to be the only one allowed to touch them, but as if they listen to me. Those three kittens do, and Ester and BJ do, too. But there’s a kitten who lives here named Rave. Don’t touch him. No one touch touches him.”


“I’m not touching anyone, here,” Rory sighed, “Everyone’s touching me …”


Seven laughed a little. “You’re just not adjusted to the lifestyle,” he said, “Once it becomes routine, it’s the best. You eat, sleep, bathe and have sex. Maybe occasionally do something for the sake of having money…”


Rory nodded and Seven sat next to him. Rory gave a little, startled cry as he was pulled into Seven’s lap.


“Wh-what’re you…?” Rory asked when he felt Seven’s tongue ride up the side of his face.


“I’m marking you with my scent,” Seven replied, “I can’t fuck you and you smell like those kittens and your old man.”


Rory sighed and just sat there, stretched across his lap as Seven lapped at his skin in various spots. He would occasionally pause to sniff of him, but would seem dissatisified and continue. Rory closed his eyes, finding this a little odd but also somewhat pleasant. Soon, he had his eyes closed, stretched out.


“There,” Seven said, “A bit better until we can do it.”


“Who says we will?” Rory asked.


“Because if you come here, you have to smell right,” Seven said. “And the quickest way for you to smell right, to me, is to have sex with you.”


Rory started to protest but shrugged. He had actually hoped to be able to sleep with Seven again. After the first time, he’d been craving more.


“Humans aren’t all that common around here though,” Seven said, looking at him, “I hope none of the other mates get upset.”


“Why would they?” Rory asked.


“We don’t usually trust humans,” Seven said honestly, “With exceptions. I figured if you took me to your house because you hit me with your car, you couldn’t have been too bad. So you never answered my question. What brought you here?”


Rory was silent.


“It helps to talk about it, you know,” Seven said.


“I’ve never talked about it,” Rory said, “Ever.”


“Probably why you need to now,” Seven replied.


“My dad did it again last night,” Rory said suddenly, saying it before even deciding to fess up, “I think you were right about him sensing I slept with you. He seemed mad.”


“So what happened?” Seven asked.


“He waits until he has me at the dinner table and he tells me he wants to see me,” Rory said, his eyes fading into a distant look, “I go to my room and he shows up and locks the door, then tells me to strip and get on the bed. Then he usually has me put his… in my mouth to get him… I don’t wanna say the words.”


“I know what you mean,” Seven said.


“Then he makes me turn and bend over and he just…” Rory put one hand up and let it drop. “Last night, he must’ve been pissed off because he was harsh. I cried and he slapped me. I don’t think he likes it when I do something that could make him feel guilty. So he did it again and left and I couldn’t move. So I stayed home from school today and when I could move, I came here.”


“Why?” Seven asked.


“I don’t know,” Rory replied.


“Maybe because you felt alone?” Seven asked.


“Maybe,” Rory said, “I just didn’t want to sit there, knowing that when he got home I’d have to face him as though nothing had happened. I hate that.”


“Why do you let him do those things?” Seven asked, shifting until they were laying side by side on the couch together, his arm holding him to him so he didn’t fall.


“He hits me if I don’t,” Rory replied, “Or says he’s going to do horrible things to Camelia and Camelia is so… I don’t know, she’s so beautiful. She’s so happy and free, and she’s my only friend and I couldn’t stand if…”


“I understand,” Seven said.


“I don’t get it,” Rory sighed, “I don’t get why you care. I don’t get why I don’t care that we’re cuddled up like some kind of stupid, sappy couple. I don’t get why I’m even telling you any of this.”


“This is what you want,” Seven said simply, “Someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Someone who’ll touch you in a way you’re comfortable with. As to why I care? I don’t know. All my strays who live here have similar stories. I can’t stand it. I hate rapist bastards like your dad. I hate what they do to people. But I felt particularly bad for you.”


“Why?” Rory asked.


“Because none of my strays went through what you did for as long as you probably have,” Seven said, “A few years at the most. But you.. I mean, how long has he…?”


“I was eight,” Rory said.


“How old are you now?” Seven asked.


“Seventeen.”


“Nine years,” Seven said, “It’s sick. It’s not fair. You never even had a chance to be normal. And yet, somehow I knew, as soon as I figured it out, that no one knew but you and your father.”


“Yeah…” was the only thing Rory could think to say.


“This is the part where most people would cry, you know,” Seven said, turning him so they were facing one another. Rory looked him in the eye.


“I can’t,” Rory said.


“And that’s why I felt so bad for you,” Seven said. With that, he began to gently kiss Rory’s neck. Rory lifted his chin, allowing him access, staring at the ceiling.


He wanted to cry. He knew this would be a good time to cry. A time when no one would judge him or punish him for it. He could feel the tears. They were there.


But his eyes were dry until he fell into a relaxed sleep on the couch with Seven, the anthro still kissing his neck softly, saying silently with each kiss “you’re safe, even if it’s just until you go home.”