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Rich people lived on their own little world, separated from everyone else. Or, at least, that’s how people often said.
Milton Lynxley liked to believe that. He liked to believe that he lived in a world different from all those lowly, dirty, inelegant and stupid animals that populated the crooks and corners of the city of Zootopia.
Now, don’t take me wrong. This was not prejudice. This was merely a simple fact. There were animals that were just inferior to others and should know better than to think they could ever stand before someone like him as equals.
Oh, how Milton would like to put every single one of those filthy peasants on their proper place all at once. However, he had a name to uphold. Both his own and of his own household. For Lynxley was a name of honor and weight in Zootopia. A name that meant something, and that Milton would always be proud of, no matter how much time passed or how others tried to diminish it and, as the patriarch and elder of the family, it was Milton’s sacred duty to uphold the family name above all else, as his father taught him.
However, that’s not to say that he could not have things his way. Or that he could not indulge in some... guilty pleasures, every now and then.
Even early at morning, when he woke up.
“Good morning, Master Lynxley.” The servants bowed to him as he walked with his expensive crimson robes, and he nodded at them as he had his morning coffee literally delivered right to his hand, and was told that his breakfast would be brought in thirty minutes and left outside his room, as usual, and that his schedule would be delivered alongside it, printed and charter, alongside the morning’s newspapers.
“Good. Then you can leave.” Milton was very dismissive with his words, and the servants all bowed and left the room. Milton paid them no mind as they all walked out the door. He was too busy walking to another door, which was well hidden within the wall. That house was full of secret doors, and Milton knew each one of them by heart, including those that led to rooms not listed or depicted on any blueprints of the house, which no one else knew existed.
And this door was of the room were his kept his toys.
He opened the door with a loud, metallic sound, as the ancient mechanism, recently oiled up, was still quite loud.
Enough to wake the occupants of that one room and make them get straighter on the kneeling position they spent the entire night in.
And, as Milton flipped the switch, they were still exactly where he left them last night, kneeling over the small cushions, the leashes on the collars around their necks connected to the floor by that one bolt between the two. They were still gagged and blindfolded, the drool dripping down their chins as the ball-gags kept them from swallow properly. And, of course, they were both still wearing their briefs. Pawbert’s was blue with red trimming, while Nick’s was pink.
They fit those two little bitches...
“Okay, morning already.” Milton untied their leashes from the bolt on the floor and tugged on them. “You know the drill, runts.”
He pulled on the leashes and the two followed obediently. On their knees, the lynx and fox followed Milton out of their “bedroom/playroom” into the older lynx’s main room. Their knees hurt a bit from the floor, but neither of them voiced anything that even remotely sounded like protest or complaint.
They would not dare to do anything to offend or upset their daddy.
“Alright then...” Milton removed their blindfolds, revealing their eyes. The two kneeling mammals blinked a bit as the sudden light obfuscated them, but they recovered just as Milton removed their ball-gags.
“You two know the drill.” Milton opened his robe, revealing his naked for to the two of them, his sheath and balls standing on full glory for the two to look at. “Get to work, who does it better gets the reward.”
The two looked up at him and, in a perfect chorus, they said:
“Yes, daddy.”
Soon, Milton was closing his eyes, just letting the two work as he tried not to make it obvious how much he liked it. But it was hard to when those runts had both become so darn GOOD at oral sex!
The way that Pawbert ran his tongue over the sheath, putting his lips around it and, without using his teeth, gently munching on the soft skin to coax the dick out of it. And Nick, like the good little doggy bitch he was, lapped on Milton’s balls as if his foxy life depended on it, soaking them on his saliva and even popping one gonad on his mouth and sucking on it just on the right way to make Milton have to bite his lip to keep himself from purring.
Oh, yeah, those two have really gotten great at giving head! The spanking sessions if they ever failed to do it right certainly acted as a good encouragement, just like being locked on a dark and cold closet all alone for a whole night.
“Yes, that’s it...” Milton put his paws on them, scratching them between the ears. “That’s it. Keep going. Good bitches. Those are good little runts.”
The two liked hearing that, as one could easily notice from the way Pawbert purred and the way Nick’s bushy tail wagged quite rapidly.
As soon as Milton was hard, they both put themselves to work on his dick, running their tongues over it and taking turns sucking the tip.
Milton threw his head back, his muzzle pointing at the sky as he felt the mouths of the two little runts he raised servicing his dick.
Now, many people would think it to be messed up, for a man to take pleasure from both his blood-related and adoptive sons, but for Milton there as nothing wrong with that. They were just giving him the worship they earn him as the man who sired/took them in. The man who was responsible for them having any life at all, and to who they owed their obedience and love.
This was his right as a father.
“Daddy...”
“Ohh, daddy. ~”
The two moaned as they serviced his dick, the very taste of his musky dick and of his pre being enough to make their dicks throb hard inside of the metal cages trapping their dicks, leaking pre and forming wet spots on the front of their briefs as they continued with the “we’re trying to kiss, but our daddy’s dick is on the way” technique, and it did the trick to drive Milton even more insane with pleasure, to the point where he could no longer hold it.
“Move it, Pawbert!” Milton pushed the younger lynx to the side, making him drop to the floor while the older feline focused all his attention to the fox, grabbing his head with both hands and fucking his muzzle.
Daddy chose me! Nick thought, his bushy tail wagging like a dog’s as he sucked even harder, moaning around his daddy’s dick while Milton skull-fucked him, hissing and growling from desire as he used the fox’s muzzle like a stroker for his dick.
Meanwhile, Pawbert looked at the two go, feeling dejected and disappointed at himself for knowing he did not pleasure his daddy enough. But he did not, even once, resented his daddy, nor did he resent Nick.
He was way past resenting his brother.
And Milton just kept fucking Nick’s muzzle, and then, with a loud hiss, he came.
His pearly white cum came out of his dick right into the waiting gullet, as he shoved his barbed cock as deep as it could do. Nick, with practiced skill, took it all and swallowed around the lynx’s dick as it was deep on his throat, not letting a single drop of his daddy’s milk go to waste. It all landed on his stomach, causing a familiar warm feeling that caused the fox to coo softly as he kept sucking on it gently while Milton relaxed.
Yeah, nothing like a gentle suck on your dick to make the afterglow all the nicer.
“Good fox...” Milton scratched the vulpine between the ears, causing him to coo louder around the dick, his tail swishing from side to side to reflect how elated he was.
That was when Milton remembered Pawbert, who was still on the floor, looking dejected.
“Hey, hey, no need to look like this. Come here.”
Pawbert wasted no time, and he soon got back on his knees and crawled there to Milton, who placed a hand under his chin and scratched it, causing Pawbert to purr.
“Make a better work next time, and it will be you to get my load.”
“Prrrrrr, yes daddy, prrrrrrr. ~”
He kept at it for a couple more seconds, before stopping and moving away from them, closing his robe as he walked to the door. Just as expected, the food was just outside, his full breakfast in there, and Milton pulled the cart in himself and ate from it while sitting on the bed.
Pawbert and Nick remained on their knees obediently, looking up at their daddy as he ate, taking bites of the fish and sucking the meat out of an escargot or two and tossing the shells into the plate meant for disposal.
After a while, he was done eating, and there was some food still left.
That was to feed the runts.
“Okay, you two...” Milton said as he put his leftovers into two bowls, one with “RUNT 1” written in it, and the other with “RUNT 2”, and placed the bowls before Pawbert and Nick, respectively. “Eat up, and no wasting time, I have a busy schedule today and I’m not having it delayed because you two played with your food.”
“Yes, daddy.” The two said in unison, before leaning over and eating the food from their bowls still with their hands tied behind their backs. They were sure to eat fast, but not to make any mess, as they knew daddy hated when his boys were messy. They made it quick and elegantly, while Milton finished sipping from his morning coffee while looking through the morning news, which included the news about the bunny who they let join the police.
“The ZPD used to have better standards.” Milton mentioned casually as he looked at the photo of the rabbit, whose name was “Hopps”. He had to admit, she kind of looked cute...
“We’re finished, daddy.”
Milton looked at the two, who kept looking up at him with adoration as the bowls before them were now empty. The elder nodded at the two and just left the bowls there along the food cart. One of the servants would come to pick it up later.
Now, he focused on the two. He uncuffed their hands from behind their backs, letting them be on all fours as he replaced the ball-gags on their mouths and making sure to buck them tightly to their heads. The two let their daddy did it without voicing a single complaint. They kind of liked the ball-gags and how they felt on their mouths. They had grown on them, alongside many of the other things they daddy loved to do with them, including the ropes and chains, the chastity cages and, most of all, the collars around their necks.
And Milton now tugged on the leashes of said collars as he urged them to follow him.
“No wasting time, you two. Come along.”
He sounded impatient as he said that, and the two followed obediently, being sure to stay down on all fours, as they were not allowed to stand on two legs unless daddy said they could, and follow their daddy to be close to him as he went along with his day...