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Carson drew a long drag on his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke as he lingered outside the door to The Sour Pup. A chill wind blew over his frame and he briefly shivered, tugging his coat further around him. It was a cold night, and it was only going to get colder. He tossed his cigarette to the ground and stepped inside.

The Sour Pup was no ordinary establishment, and they often liked to keep themselves a secret for rather obvious reasons. As he stepped into the lobby, he was greeted to the faintly audible sounds of groans and grunts coming from upstairs, and he rolled his eyes. This was a common thing in The Sour Pup, for they were a brothel, and one for a rather strict array of clientele.

The lobby was an array of fine silks and velvet, with plush armchairs and a slender mahogany desk on the far end wall. Carson, a well-dressed and well-groomed Ferret, stepped across the lobby and lingered by the counter. The finely-dressed receptionist shot him a brief smile, before her eyes returned to the screen in front of her, hidden from sight from those on the other side of the counter. After a moment, Carson stepped to the side and swung up a panel to let himself behind the counter and into the back room.

"You doin' alright, Olly?" The adult ferret peeked his head into the break room, staring down at a younger ferret sitting at the main table. On the far end of the room was a microwave and a small hamper filled with snacks, and it was obvious the ferret had grabbed a few; a number of empty packets of crisps lay strewn on the table in front of the child. Olly was only 8 years old, but he had a rather large appetite, which was readily apparent by his slight gut housed beneath his T-Shirt. The heating in the back kept his warm, and his small coat had been flung onto a chair nearby.

"Mhmm!" The cub peeked up briefly and grinned over at the taller ferret with a handheld gaming system in his tiny grip. "Dad, when are we going home?"

"Just in another couple of hours. Then you can play the Xbox, okay?" His father softened a little and stepped over, ruffling the boy's head. "What're you playing, huh? That silly Kirby game again?"

"It's not silly, Dad," The kid grumbled, wrinkling his small nose. "B-But it is hard."

"I'm sure it is. I'll be back in a minute, okay?" He patted the boy's head again and stepped back, heading out of the room and back towards the counter. He wished he didn't have to bring his son to this place, but his nanny had dropped out at the last minute.

"How's business?" Carson asked the receptionist quietly, and she turned to glance up at him with a serious expression.

"Usual. About the same as always." She spoke with a degree of profressionalism that he expected from her, and he slowly nodded, heaving a sigh. It was obvious he was nervous: he felt as if he needed another cigarette already, and he'd only just come back inside.

There was a reason he was so against Olly being here, and it was down to the nature of his work, more than anything. The Sour Pup was a rather seedy little establishment based between two houses just on the edge of the city centre, and it made a note of keeping itself discreet and out of sight. It was a brothel, by every definition of the word: but it's 'product' wasn't your typical run-of-the-mill girls. No, they sold something else entirely: young boys.

The market for it was obviously there, and Carson knew it. But this place wasn't his, nor did he own it. He was, in essence, a 'manager'. The owner of the establishment, a well-built and intimiating Crocodile that everyone knew as 'Mr. Smith', came and went to keep some of the kids in line, but was rarely seen other than that. So to keep the place running and to keep customers happy, he had hired managers, who were paid a healthy sum to make sure their neat little business was kept under wraps. Of course, one slip-up could cost more than your job, sometimes even your life.

Carson had never planned to have a child, when he was younger. He had fallen for a rather cute Ferret in his class and they'd had a wild few flings before things got rocky. Carson had dropped out of school, and he found out she was pregnant not too long after. She didn't want the kid, but to Carson, a child meant everything. Despite his perversions, he couldn't let a poor kid that belonged to him go without food. He'd stepped up, provided for his new-born son when his mother couldn't be bothered to look after him. He'd raised him all on his own, but money had grown tighter and tighter as time went on. That's when he met Mr. Smith.

Apparently, the Crocodile thought his work was admirable. Carson had been coming to The Sour Pup in off-peak times, just to get away the stress of the week, when he had the free time to do so. A couple of hours a week often lead to some loose conversation, and it had been one fateful evening that the Crocodile had happened to been in, and they briefly spoke. He was offered a job: keep the boys in line for a tidy sum, help pay for his son's education. Carson had snapped at the chance, and he'd been working here every since.

It must have been at least a year now, but Carson lost track of the days most of the time. Often, he was so run-down with keeping his son in line and helping him with his work that he'd be too tired to really pay attention when he came down to The Sour Pup. Sometimes, he'd even sleep in the back room, and thankfully no-one told his boss, or he'd be in deep shit.

But this was going too far, and he felt on edge with his son here. Olly was, quite literally, metres away from where other kids were getting fucked, but the 8 year old seemed totally oblivious to the entire thing. He casually sat in the back room, playing on his 3DS without a care in the world. Thankfully, not much noise travelled to the back, so he didn't have to hear the audible moans of pleasure from above. Still, Carson never looked at his son in that way: the thought of his own child selling his body in a place like this made him sick to the stomach. It was why he always kept the young boy away from all of it, but today couldn't be helped, and he hoped to God that this would be the last time he'd have to do it.

The ferret smoothed himself over as the door opened, and in stepped one of their regular clients. Carson knew him relatively well: he was a slenderly-built Canine, apparently quite rich, too. He came in roughly about once a month and paid for a child or two for the night, often paying extra for the session to be recorded and taken away for him to enjoy at his leisure. His choice of children were relatively tame, as it seemed were his fantasies: Carson had had to review the tapes, of course, and he got the impression that the Canine enjoyed the intimacy, more than anything. Dressed in a lavish three-piece suit, the Canine stepped up to the counter and shot a gaze to the Ferret, who nodded to him.

"Mr. Reading. So nice to see you again." Carson put on a friendly face for him and glanced down to the Receptionist, who nodded.

"Yes. Charmed, Carson. How fairs your evening?" The Canine, Mr. Reading, had an alarmingly deep british inflection and rather formal mannerisms, as well as a keen, upright posture. He spoke with a degree of elegance that Carson admired.

"Oh, y'know. Same as usual." Carson, however, didn't bear the same kind of formality, with a marginal slack in his accent that portrayed how tired he was on the inside. The Ferret rubbed the back of his head.

"What'll it be today then? Same as usual?" Carson asked the Canine as Mr. Reading perused the small file that had been handed to him by the Receptionist. It displayed a number of pictures of the boys, as well as names, age, and a number of other minor details. He skimmed over them with a serious expression.

"I'm hoping for something...different today, admittedly." He replied casually enough, flicking through page after page. Carson shifted on his seat and his ear twisted briefly as he heard the pattering of small footsteps.

"Dad," A voice chimed from behind him, and Carson turned to see the Ferret standing in the doorway of the back room. "Can we get McDonalds for dinner?"

"Maybe in a little bit, alright? Daddy's working right now. Go on and play." He gestured with a hand and Olly's eyes lit up in delight. He obeyed with a happy grin, dissappearing back into the back room again. Carson smoothed his features over as he turned around, spotting the Canine's curious gaze.

"Fresh blood?" Mr. Reading asked vaguely, his eyes trained on the doorway, before his stare snapped to the Ferret, reading Carson's expression.

"What? No, no," Carson quickly replied, trying to deter the Canine as best as he could without insulting him. "That's, uh...That's my son. He wasn't meant to be here, the nanny just dropped out at the last minute..."

"How much?"

Carson froze. His nose wrinkled into an expression of pure disgust before he could realise it, and he smoothed his features over again, slapping on his typical fake smile. Inside, he felt sick with anger and fear. He would never let his son do that.

"Sorry, I'm not--" He began, but Mr. Reading had clearly been waiting for that response.

"10 grand." He replied sharply, and Carson froze again. Even the receptionist seemed surprised, looking between them with wide eyes. The Ferret knew that that was an incredibly large amount of money, and that his boss would most certianly be pleased to see some extra cash rolling into the place. But his morals deterred him from the idea, and the Canine read his expression instantly.

"No? 20 grand, then." Mr. Reading doubled his offer without a second thought and Carson spluttered, trying to come up with the words to deny him.

"35 grand, but I want to record it." The Canine interjected his final offer, and Carson felt as if he might faint. "And you get to keep 10 of it. My treat."

That was a lot of money to be playing with, and Carson never thought someone might offer that much. Their usual going price for the boys each night was £500 for 'the works', which typically meant anal. This was way out of their league, but at the same time, this was his son! His greed fought with his morals for a few moments until one eventually prevailed over the other.

"F...Fine." Carson muttered with venom practically dripping from his tone. Mr. Reading bore a rather smug expression, before he nodded down at the receptionist. She took one glance at the Ferret, before slowly typing it in onto the system.

"R-Room 12 is free." She piped up, and the Ferret shot her a particularly angry gaze, before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh," The Canine continued. "I brought my own camera, though I don't have a tripod...you wouldn't mind holding it for us, would you Carson?"

The Ferret could have punched the Canine right in the jaw, but he knew he couldn't, or he'd risk everything. He had his back to the client, grinding his teeth together in anger, before he stepped towards the back room.

"Olly," The Ferret began, stepping over and crouching down to eye level. "I need you to do something for me, and it's going to...take a lot of effort on your part. Can you do that for me?"

Olly looked a little confused at first, closing his 3DS and setting it on the table as he turned to his father, blinking innocently at him. Carson looked as if he was about to sign away his life, and he lowered his gaze. He reached forwards, clasping his son's cheeks in his hands, and planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Just know that I do it for you, okay?" He quietly said, and Olly looking a little more confused now.

"D...Dad, you're scaring me." Olly mumbled quietly, balling his hands into fists. Carson slowly got to his feet and smiled, reaching out a hand. After a moment, Olly took it, and the older Ferret lead him out of the room.

The Canine was waiting for him, and Olly glanced between the adults with a curious expression, not quite sure what they were up to. Mr. Reading crouched down and grinned at the boy, scanning him up and down briefly.

"Hello. I'm Mr. Reading. What's your name?" He asked with a cheery expression, one that was designed to put the boy at ease. Olly looked a little apprehensive regardless, glancing up to his father, who wasn't even looking at them.

"O...Olly." The 8 year old eventually replied, and the Canine smiled.

"We're going to have a lot fun together, Olly, don't you worry," He said, slowly getting to his feet as he smiled at the older Ferret. "Shall we?"

After a moment, the trio began to make their way up the stairs. Olly passed numerous doors where he heard the grunts of groans of adults and children alike. He had asked his father before what kind of work he did, but he's always dodged the question. Olly was getting the impression this was some sort of health clinic. After all, all these people seemed to be moaning in pain! Olly passed by an open door and caught a rather sordid view of some sort of Red Panda, slightly older than him, with a large reptillian over the top of him, covering his small frame. The reptillian's hips were gyrating and the Red Panda looked in total bliss. Carson quickly shut the door when he noticed his son looking. Before the door shut, Olly could have sworn he saw small red horns on the Red Panda's head.

"Here we are." The canine grinned to himself as he turned the handle to Room 12, opening the door into a small room. A large double bed sat facing the left-hand wall, and a small end-table sat near a window with drawn curtains, with various bottles on it's surface. Mr. Reading stepped into the room and the two Ferrets followed after him. Carson slowly shut the door as the canine swung a small bag onto the bed, opening it up and retrieving a camcorder.

"Um...what are we doing in this room?" Olly asked at first, a little confused. No-one had really explained to him what his job was meant to be, and his father didn't even want to look at him. Mr. Reading passed the camcorder over to Carson, who stepped towards the other side of the room, turning the piece of equipment on. His jaw was set, and his eyes glassy and vacant.

"Come sit by me, Olly." The Canine said, patting the seat next to him on the bed. The ferret child soon obliged, scooting up and getting comfortable. The canine put a hand on the boy's leg, stroking his fur with his fingers. Olly was only wearing a pair of shorts, so it was easy to access his bare flesh. The Ferret looked a little confused and turned to the right, glancing at his Father. Carson already had the camcorder up, the red light on the front signalling that it was recording. His eyes were trained on the screen as he tried his best not to say anything, or do anything, that he might regret.

"Um...I don't understand." Olly said after a moment, looking a little confused. The hand stroked up and down his leg, sliding around to his inner thigh. Olly felt notably uncomfortable and shited a little in his seat, glancing back at his father again. He was expecting him to say something, but Carson was incredibly quiet.

"We're just going to have some fun, Olly, that's all. But we can't do it with these on." The canine assured him, reaching up to the hem of the ferret's T-Shirt. He didn't wait for confirmation as he lifted up Olly's shirt, tugging it over the boy's head before the young child could complain. Carson's grip tightened on the camcorder as he watched, clenching his jaw shut.

"Mmh, such a cute belly." Mr. Reading remarked as Olly tried to shuffle away from him, looking a little apprehensive. The canine stroked over his stomach, noticing the small pudge and running his fingers over his soft flesh and gliding it up to his nipples. With a firm push, he forced the ferret child down onto his back.

"I-I don't wanna do this anymore. Dad, can I go home? Please?" The boy asked at first, glancing over towards the camera. Carson knew he'd have to speak now.

"Just do what the man wants." Carson muttered with a shaky tone, trying to not let on how much he was seething with anger. He watched as the Canine lowered his head, peppering the ferret's neck with licks and kisses. Olly whimpered and gripped the bedcovers, quivering under the older man's touch.

The room fell into silence, bar from the quick groans and whimpers from the two people participating in lewd actvity. Mr. Reading slowly stroking and touching the pudgy gut as his mouth lowered down, slathering Olly's small, prominent collarbone, sliding his tongue along the creases as he delved lower. His tongue lingered over the boy's nipples and traced over the sensitive nub. Olly closed his eyes and clamped his mouth shut, his whiskers twitching and his nose wrinkling.

As the man assaulted his nipples and coaxed his belly with a hand, Carson was slowly making his way around the room to a better angle, still seething with rage. He managed to keep it in check at the thought of more money for the pair of them to play with. It would make their life a lot easier. He watched as the canine slowly lowered his hands to the boy's shorts, and pulled them down. Olly resisted for a moment, but he was weak in comparison to an adult's strength. Mr. Reading slipped the shorts and underwear over the ferret child's rump and down, tugging them past his feet and tossing them to the other side of the room. Carson wasn't sure if he could bear seeing his son naked, but he had to record the ordeal nonetheless.

"Good boy. You've got a very beautiful body." Mr. Reading remarked as he pulled back, briefly, to scan the boy's body with his eyes. Olly was flushed with embarrassment and fear, darting his hands down to cover his crotch, not wanting his small, humanoid member to be exposed.

"Now, now. Don't be shy. You want your daddy to see too, don't you?" The canine was being smug, darting his gaze up to the camera, briefly, before he forced the boy's hands away from his own private parts. Mr. Reading stared down at the small, foreskinned member, and slowly lowered his head. Olly wriggled and writhed, trying to move his body out of the way as the canine's mouth connected with his upper pelvis, kissing sweetly. It didn't take long for him to delve lower, and his lips met with the flaccid member, kissing and smooching over the tiny object. Olly's body stirred a reaction as blood rushed to his tiny member, and he shook his head, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"S-Stop it..." He complained, squirming against the canine's lips as a hand came up to trace and stroke across his tiny pouch. He felt his balls being pinched and fondled between a thumb and fore-finger as Mr. Reading's wide, wet tongue scooped up his small member, slipping it into his mouth. The adult canine groaned against the tiny cock and Olly let out a shaky breath, sniffling quietly as his cock gorged and twitched into half-hardness. He'd never even touched himself before.

Slowly, the canine pulled his mouth off of the boy's member and watched it stand to attention, throbbing and pulsing. Olly's eyes widened as he stared down at it, wondering why on earth it was all hard and stiff. Part of him ached, but he didn't know why. Slowly, Mr. Reading lowered his head and lifted up the boy's legs, spreading him apart. His nose stuffed itself deep between his crack and Olly felt him nudging up against somewhere he though no-one would ever go.

"Mmmh. Get a good look at your son's little erection." The canine muttered quietly, peeking up at Carson with a cheeky expression as he opened his mouth, slathering his tongue up against Olly's tiny pink pucker. The cub's breath hitched in his throat and he gritted his teeth, confused. His muscles clamped down and squeezed as the tongue slobbered and slathered back and forth, attacking the small pucker in swirling circles.

Olly let out quiet grunts and moans of confusion and pleasure, unsure what kind of feeling was setting into his bones. His little dick twitched eagerly with each lick and kiss, his toes curling every so often as the older Canine touched his most intimate areas. His breath quickly grew labored and heated and he felt the colour rising to his cheeks, leaving him clustered. Carson had to film the ordeal with a clenched jaw, making sure to catch a glimpse of the canine assaulting the cute pucker whilst the cock throbbed just out of shot.

"I-I feel weird," Olly complained. "S-Stop, I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna pee."

Carson knew what that meant and he closed his eyes, trying not to envision what might happen. He hated this. Part of him was rock-hard with arousal, and he hated that he was getting off to this, to watching his son getting molested. Maybe part of him had accepted the money because he wanted to see it, and the very thought shook him to his core. He stared down at the small screen of the camcorder as the young ferret wriggled, letting out whimpering breaths, frantically looking between his father and the man making him feel strange.

Then it hit him. He tensed up and let out a shaky whine, breathing hard through his nose. His muscles clamped down and spasmed as his cock twitched and pulsed, convulsing periodically. He was orgasming, but he was completely dry. That was to be expected: he was only 8 years old. Carson watched it all through the camera as Mr. Reading continued to assault the pucker with his tongue, slathering it in spittle.

"Wow. Already?" The canine seemed to gather what it was much as Carson did, bringing his head up and grinning widely. "See that, Carson? Your son is a natural. You love getting your ass played with, don't you?"

It took all of Carson's willpower not to smash the camcorder and punch the canine in the face. He stared down at his son's twitching little dick and the flustered, scared expression on the boy's face. Carson shot his glance down and noticed his son was staring right at his crotch, and Carson realised he had a prominent bulge. He took a step back and moved around to the other side of the bed, avoiding his son's gaze as the Canine got to his feet, collecting a clear bottle of liquid.

"Now, Olly," He began, turning the bottle over and squirming some into his finger. "This is going to sting, but you'll love it eventually, okay?"

"W...What?" Olly didn't quite understand, sitting up and scuffling back on the bed. Mr. Reading wasn't about to let him go so easily, and he dragged the ferret boy back by the ankle.

"Now, now. Play nice." The canine warned, leaning forwards as Olly clamped his mouth shut, shaking a little underneath the adult. Slowly, Mr. Reading's hand lowered down and the sticky substance that was on the end of his finger slathered into the boy's wet, spit-soaked pucker. Olly gasped briefly and quivered from the cool sensation before he relaxed again. The canine didn't wait for comfirmation this time. Instead, he pushed.

Olly hissed and gritted his teeth, whimpering as the finger stuffed itself into his backside. An unfamiliar feeling of fullness spread throughout his rump, followed by an uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't shake. He grunted in protest as he wriggled, feeling the finger delve deeper and deeper, spreading that strange, sticky substance all along the inside of his ass. His cock had since shrank down to it's normal flaccid position after his orgasm, and it didn't stir, despite the canine's coaxing and coiling of his finger in that behind.

"It hurts." Olly complaind after a moment, but the adult ignored him as he brung his finger back, applying some more of the sticky goo, before sticking the digit back inside again. He made sure to paint the inside with the lubricant as he set the bottle aside, eventually pulling his finger back.

"There, now you're ready. But first, you have to do a few things." Mr. Reading pointed out, reaching up to unbutton his jacket. He set it aside and then began unbuttoning his chest, working at a brisk pace. Olly sat there with a bewildered, frightened expression as the canine undressed, being filmed as the man changed. It didn't take long until the canine was completely naked. Carson had never really seen him without clothes on before, but he was surprised by what he saw: the canine was definitely a bit more well-endowed than most, with a stunning 8 inches in length standing at full attention in view of everyone in the room, as well as a reasonably athletic figure. He must keep himself in shape.

"Here," Mr. Reading began, putting a hand behind Olly's head and coaxing him forwards into a sitting position, pulling him closer to his own throbbing, drooling erection. "Have a taste."

"I don't want to." Olly complained after a moment, looking to his father for support. The canine didn't appear pleased, but was stinning to be a little bit patient, smearing the head of his humanoid cock against the cub's lips, slathering it with precum.

"Do what he says, Olly." Carson said after a moment, knowing he'd have to take the reigns a little bit. Olly whimpered in protest, but the adult merely shook his head, making sure he did as he told.

"Don't worry!" Mr. Reading pointed out, reaching up with a hand to the boy's chin, stroking his fluffy fur. "I'll help you."

Slowly, reluctantly, the boy opened his mouth, and the canine guided his member inside. His cock slid against the warm, wet tongue and right to the back of the boy's throat. Olly placed his hands on the man's hips, leaning back slightly as he felt the rich, slightly salty taste of the pre-cum on his tongue. The canine above him groaned in satisfaction and stroked the boy's head with his spare hand.

"That's it..." He muttered. "Keep those teeth out of the way."

Olly did as he was told, his cheeks slightly damp from tears as he slid his mouth down, pulled in by the man's hand, before he pulled back again. The cock slid back and forth on his tongue, gliding against the root of his mouth and depositing thick, wet dollops of pre-cum at the back of his throat, which he had to swallow down when he was able to. As much as the canine could have loved to keep going, he eventually pulled back. His thoughts were on a different prize, and Carson knew that, too.

"Alright, let's have some real fun, shall we?" The canine suggested, spreading the boy's legs again and exposing his rump once more. He shuffled backwards onto his knees and used the pillow on the bed to tuck the boy's behind up. Olly laid on his back again, looking up at his father with a scared expression as his gaze snapped down to the man between his legs once more.

"Are you gonna lick my butt again?" He asked quietly, and the canine chuckled, shaking his head as he slathred the wet, sticky goo on his cock, smearing it all over.

"No, no. This is going in it instead." He pointed out, lining himself up. Mr. Reading smeared the end of his cock against the tight little pucker and Olly tensed, his lower lip wobbling.

"B-But it'll hurt." Olly had put two and two together rather quickly, and the canine paused, leaning forwards.

"Well, then take a deep breath...it'll get easier." He assured him, and Olly shook his head, trying to protest. He let out a weak gasp as he felt the head of the cock suddenly piercing his tight behind, and the canine slowly stuffed himself deeper and deeper. The boy whimpered, struggling a little, and the canine placed a hand down firmly against his chest. He groaned quietly, feeling the head of his cock sinking into the tight passage, sliding deeper and deeper, inch by inch.

"S-Stop, it really hurts!" Olly complained, feeling the searing pain in his inner sphincter, stretching him to his limit. The canine didn't seem to care for the moment, sliding deeper and deeper with each slight push, groaning in utter bliss at the tightness of a virgin boy. Carson gritted his teeth and tried not to watch, but he was still rock-hard and aching. His son looked up at him, sniffling and whimpering in pain, and he couldn't even look his son in the eyes. He knew he was in a lot of pain.

"Oooh yes. I've had many-- Nnf-- many boys in my time, but you...Oh my, you're wonderfully tight." Mr. Reading mused aloud, his hands sliding to the boy's hips, groaning as he stroked the fluffy fur, staring down at the spread-eagled cub and his scared expression. He slowly dragged back and watched the boy arch his back and grit his teeth, a smile playing upon the canine's lips.

He slowly began in at a slow rhythm at first, taking a number of seconds to slide back and forth as the young child got used to his thick cock, until he slowly began to speed up. He eventually managed a steady rhythm, the bed rocking and creaking as the boy whimpered and grunted in pain with each thrust. The searing pain that transitioned into a dull numbness that Olly had never felt before, but with that numbness came something else: a sickening, pleasurable feeling. The man was thrusting into him and pressing upon something sensitive, and through that pain was spikes and waves of pleasure that made Olly's fur crawl and his skin prickle in ways he'd never felt before. He stared up at the canine gyrating above him, watching his lustful gaze, his agape mouth and wild, hungry eyes. He whimpered and eventually shut his eyes, unable to bear much more. The man thrust and fucked his tight behind, the cub's flaccid dick dangling back and forth with each thrust.

The air was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their sex as lubricant squished and smacked between them. Carson recorded it all, from the cock sliding in and out of the tight behind to the flopping little dick, even to his son's sniffling expression. It was horrible, but the recording wasn't for him: the client would take it with him. He watched as the canine groaned, starting to thrust faster and faster. He knew the man would be done soon.

"Please, stop..." The young boy tried to beg, even now, but it fell on deaf ears. He pleaded at both at them, alternating between the man and his father, trying to get one or the other to step in and stop what was happening. He eventually quietened down to tiny whimpers, sniffling into the bedsheets.

"Ooh...almost there, Olly. Just a little more...you'll feel it soon!" The canine assured him, pounding himself all the way in with each powerful thrust, until he eventually felt it. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as his climax finally hit him.

Thick ropes of cum shot into the young ferret's backside, coating his innards with each thick pump. The boy's muscles clamped down on the twitching appendage as a warmth spread throughout his belly. The orgasm lasted no more than a minute, at most, but the canine wanted to make sure he'd gotten all of it, groaning in utter delight. He rolled his head back, sighing in bliss as the cub whimpered on the bed, panting harshly from the exertion and the numbing pain, mixed with an odd sensation of pleasure.

After a while, the canine finally slid back, his half-limp cock dangling, coated in a mixture of cum and lubricant. The boy quivered on the bed, his hole gaping slightly, cum oozing from the tiny orifice as the canine stretched, sighing in pleasure. He reached for some tissues on the end-table, wiping his dick as the older ferret finally stopped recording.

"There. You happy? You can pay up at the front desk." Carson grunted in response as he snapped the camcorder's extra screen shut. He was about to head around the bed to tend to his son, when he was stopped. The canine put his hand on the man's chest, glancing into his eyes with a wicken grin.

"How about making...a little extra?" He asked quietly. Carson's eyes widened, looking almost insulted.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked, leaning in. The man had better choose his words carefully.

"I'll give you another 20 grand, cash...if you fuck your son." He made sure to emphasise the expletive, making it abundantly clear what he wanted to see. When he had originally said he wanted something different, he clearly wasn't kidding. Carson seethed, about to offer a swift rebuttal in the form of a gunshot to the forehead.

"It'll be in cash. Straight to you, no...cuts to your boss, no wages...straight up cash, if you do it. And I get to film you, of course." The canine grinned, standing in the nude. He clearly had nothing left the lose, or rather, he simply had the balls to ask for something so outrageous. Carson stood there, and the canine knew that hesitation meant he secretly wanted to do it.

"You can't tell me you're not interested." Swiftly, Mr. Reading snapped his hand up and firmly cupped the adult Ferret's throbbing erection through his trousers, giving it a squeeze. "Don't think I hadn't noticed."

Carson grinded his teeth together as the two of them stared each other in the eyes, the canine still groping and fondling his dick in a display of power. Eventually, the adult ferret conceeded, beginning to take off his jacket. Olly was still on the bed, covering his face with his arms and sniffling a little bit.

"There we go." The canine grinned and took the camcorder from him to begin recording, moving around the room to catch the situation, making sure to get both of them in the frame, making it abundantly clear they were related. Olly didn't seem to know what was happening at first. It wasn't until Carson was fully undressed and climbing onto the bed that he finally moved his hands, confused.

"D-Dad?! What're you--" He began, but Carson put a hand over his mouth, stopping him. The adult ferret took in a shaky breath and bit his lip, his throbbing erection mere inches from his son's gaping little hole. He just shook his head and whispered an apology as he leant forwards, using a hand to guide his cock against the ass and firmly pushing himself inside.

Carson was a lot differently built compared to the canine. For one, he had very little muscle definition bar from his arms, and a small beer belly to boot, as well as a slight hang on his chest. His cock wasn't that large either in comparison, only roughly 6 inches or so, with a fat pair of balls underneath. He leant over his son and felt the cub's spasming hole over the end of his dick as the child muffled his protest into his hand. He felt Olly's tiny grip on his forearm, trying to pull his hand away. Slowly, Carson closed his eyes. He tried to imagine something, anything instead of this.

It didn't feel as bad as the last time, and Olly noticed that. Perhaps it had something to do with the size of thickness, but the pain wasn't as apparent, and the pleasure even more prominent. He couldn't help but feel a flush rising to his cheeks and his breathing go heavy as the cock slid in and out of him, but he shook his head, unable to deal with the prospect of the fact that it was his father doing this to him. He shut his eyes tight, trying to imagine anything else, but he couldn't get the realisation out of his head.

Carson fucked his son missionary, and it was hard not to moan. He could hear the canine walking around him, capturing the moment. Carson had one hand on his son's mouth, the other on his hip. His very thrusts were forcing the boy's legs apart as his cock slid back and forth, his thrusting made easy from the mixture of cum and lube in his son's already used behind. His belly wobbled with each thrust, each sharp connecting of their hips accompanied by a wet 'splat'. It felt good-- too good, but he tried to imagine anyone else but his son in that moment. Olly's toes curled from the powerful thrusting, his tiny dick bouncing back and forth as Carson thrust.

"Who's fucking you Olly, hm? Who is it?" The canine asked as he brung the camcorder down towards the Ferret's face, and he heard a muffled wail through the hand in response. Olly didn't want to admit it, but it was beginning to feel rather amazing. The pain had subsided as best as it could, and now, all he could feel was pleasure swimming through his system, making him tingle. But the upsetting part was that it was his father. Carson gritted his teeth and felt the muscles inside the boy spasm as he thrust, making him huff and pant. He knew he couldn't last long: it had been a while since he'd jerked off, and he knew he'd finish soon. But he didn't want it to be like this.

"Shit..." Carson grunted, finally sliding his dick back, before it was too late. The pressure had been too much for him and he rocked his hips forward, sliding his thick cock against the boy's own little package, suddenly orgasming before he could realise it. A thick spurt of cum shot out of the end of his cock, shooting out in an arc and splattering across the boy's stomach as a dollop deposited itself onto the boy's balls. Another few wild strings of semen coated Olly's pelvis and package, before it finally came to an end, and Carson stepped back, putting a hand over his head and smoothing his features back. He felt sick to his stomach.

"Shame." Mr. Reading muttered as he ended the recording. "But, a deal's a deal. Would have been nice to see you cum inside your own son, though."

Carson held back his restraint, for now. He slowly stepped forwards and scooped up Olly into his arms, pulling him in to his chest. Olly sniffled and wailed, raising a hand and bashing it against his father's chest before he finally subsided, resorting to sniffling whimpers. The canine had gotten dressed in that time and patiently waited, of course, as they would meet at the counter.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am. I'll explain it all to you, okay? Let's get dressed." He'd have to dress his son up and take him home, at least. Olly slowly nodded, wondering whether he'd be able to forgive his father or not. Part of him, well, enjoyed it, but he was sad that his father had to force it upon him, as well. Carson slowly dressed his son up and got changed himself, before they finally headed back down the stairs. Olly was limping as he went, for obvious reasons.

They reuinted at the counter and the canine wrote out two checks: one for £25,000, for the brothel itself, and another for £35,000 for the ferret. Carson initially complained that he was to get it in cash, but the canine apologised, admitting that he couldn't get the cash immediately, and it required a lot of work from the bank. With regret, the ferret agreed.

"So, how does it feel?" The canine asked after they were done. Carson wasn't sure what he meant as first, glancing back to the back room, where Olly was sitting on his 3DS like normal, though with a little more emotional scarring.

"What?" Carson asked, expecting some sort of explanation.

"How does it feel knowing I took your son's virginity?" The canine quipped with a cheeky grin. Carson gritted his teeth and in an instant, shot out his fist. He punched the canine right in the jaw and the man reeled for a moment. The receptionist gasped, covering her mouth, but the Canine seemed to be smiling.

"I was waiting for that," Mr. Reading sighed, straightening up and bringing out a hand. "Until next month, Carson."

"...Yeah," The Ferret glared, shaking his hand. "But never again."

"We'll see." The canine winked, and with that, turned on a heel and headed out the door. Carson swore to himself, before turning and heading into the back room.

"Olly..." He began, trying to find some sort of explanation. At first, the ferret ignored him, but he eventually set the 3DS down when his father took a seat. Olly had a right to be upset, even emotionally scarred by the ordeal, and Carson knew it. The boy had no idea what his line of work was, and now he did, and he was no doubt confused and scared.

"Look...remember when I said it was all for you? It was," He grabbed the boy and hoisted him up onto his lap. "It's...complicated. You'll understand a bit when you're older, but I wouldn't have hurt you if I wasn't for the right reasons. You understand that, don't you?"

"It really hurt." Olly reiterated, and he felt his father's kiss on his forehead and his hands around him. He felt a little tense, admittedly, but eventually began to relax. For the past 8 years it had been him and his father: it was hard for something like this to come between that, no matter how painful and how difficult it was.

"I know, I know...but it'll never happen again, okay? I promise you," Carson muttered, and Olly lowered his head. "I feel horrible for what I did. I'm truly sorry, Olly."

Carson felt himself choking up a little at the fear of losing his son because of this. He wished his greed hadn't got the better of him. Slowly, he felt his son relax into his arms, and he felt Olly's small arms wrap around his neck. He felt his heart swell, in that moment.

"...Does this mean I can get McDonalds for dinner?" He asked quietly.

"You can get 10 McDonalds." Carson assured him quickly, and Olly's eyes lit up a little. He leant into his father, trying to push the memory of his gyrating body and pained face from his mind. It would take time, but he could get over it. Maybe.

"You promise?"

"Promise."