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The Bank was nothing like he expected. Dave had assumed it was some sort of dance club. Instead, the place appeared to be a high-end sex club. The closest table had a snow leopard hybrid bent over it, getting pounded from behind by a stallion. On the far end of the elegant, marble-lined room there was a dog in full bondage gear tied up on a sling with a line of furs waiting their turn to fuck him in the ass. By the bar was a female elephant and a male doberman having an intense conversation while completely naked. Other patrons simply sat at tables and talked, seemingly oblivious to the action going on around them. The air was filled with a trancelike beat with a driving undertone, just the right volume for conversation and just the right speed to get the heart pounding. Everything in the room exuded elegance and reeked of money.

On the wall to his right were rows upon rows of picture frames with headshots of people, presumably some sort of wall of fame. On the wall to his left were roughly a dozen similar picture frames but with a black 'X' painted over the faces. Carved into the marble wall next to them were five lines of text underlined in red: 'Do not talk about The Bank. No money. Hold up your end. All deals are final. No harm to patrons or others.'

"Well, well, well. Look who blew his way inside The Bank. It's been a while."

Dave turned to see a hulking black wolf standing behind him. "Alex!" He hugged the canine tightly. It had been months since he'd seen Tiago's boyfriend. He was often gone on business trips, so Dave never got to see him as much as he'd like. But now that he was here, he was a welcome sight among strangers.

Dave let go and gazed around the room. "So what the hell is this place? I thought this would be some sort of dance club."

"Far from it," Alex said. "This is a place of business."

"What sort of business?"?

"All kinds." He waved down a server. "I'll have a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Dave?"

"Oh! Coffee with Irish cream, if you have it." The server nodded and went to the bar. "So what do you mean all kinds? Is this like a high-end gentleman's club? Where you can have sex for money?"

"Not money. Favors, ideas, services, political appointments, all for the cost of a good time."

"Political appointments?"

"Of course. This club stands above simple distractions like money and gets to what people really want: sex and power."

"I see." Dave's tail swished nervously. "This seems illegal. Like, really illegal."

"And if you wanted to report this place, who would you tell? The police commissioner?"

"I... I guess."

Alex pointed to the dog lying on the sling, who was currently getting rutted by a lioness with a strapon. "Well if you want to tell him, you're gonna have to wait in his line over there. Looks like he's pretty busy tonight." The wolf returned his gaze to Dave and grinned. "All that fur, and you still can't hide it when you blush. Trust me, this club is very well protected from all the hassle of law. There's only five laws here." He pointed at the wall with the carved text underlined in red. "Do not talk about The Bank. No money. Hold up your end. All deals are final. No harm to patrons or others."

The server came back with their drinks. The bar had been generous with the amount of whiskey they gave Alex, and he took a big gulp. Dave took a careful sip of his hot coffee. "Mmm..." It was dark with nutty undertones, and the Irish cream gave just a hint of alcohol and made it go down smooth. It was some of the best coffee he'd ever had. "So what happens if someone breaks one of the rules?"

"They get kicked out. They lose everything." Alex motioned for him to follow and led him to the wall with picture frames with black 'X' marks drawn over people's faces. "See, how The Bank works is this: when you open up an account, you sign over all your possessions to The Bank. You don't own anything anymore. Anything traded between accounts becomes as simple as lending an asset to another patron. Much less paperwork than actually trading ownership of something. Less traceable. But if you fuck up, The Bank forecloses on you and keeps all the assets in your account. You're on your own. So if you fucked up, you better hope it was worth it."

Dave nodded. "So what did these people do wrong?"

Alex pointed at a picture of a bulldog. "That guy right there? We called him The Boss. He used to be a simple casino owner until he realized he could use Bank assets to buy gangs. About a decade back he forged a bunch of them together into a mega-gang and took over an entire city. Violence and killings ensued, which broke the fifth rule, 'no harm to patrons or others.' So he got kicked out and got his spot on the Wall of Infamy as a reminder to the rest of the patrons why those rules exist. They're written in blood."

"Holy shit," Dave breathed. "People can gain that much power here?"

"Easily. If you know someone who has what you want and you know what they like, you can get pretty much anything here. And that leads into what the newest member of the Wall of Infamy did. I think you'll find him familiar." He pointed to a picture of an otter.

Dave inhaled sharply. "Grant!?"

"Yep. The Matchmaker. Where do you think he got that title?"

"I... I never thought about it."

"He used to work for The Bank as a broker. People would tell him what they want, and he'd match them up with someone who has it and who has similar interests. He was good at it, too. When he got diagnosed with intestinal cancer, he thought he could make some extra money on the side by blackmailing members of The Bank. Naturally they didn't like that, so they kicked him out. 'No harm to patrons.'"

"Shit..." The fox's head was swimming. Why wouldn't Grant tell him something like that? Obviously there was the rule of 'do not talk about The Bank,' but couldn't he have told his own husband?

"I know this is all a lot to take in. Let's take a seat," Alex suggested. Dave followed him to a nearby table and sat down. In the middle of the table was a bowl full of condoms and small bottles of lube. He gazed across the club. More patrons were entering for the night, and the air was steadily filling with conversation and sounds of pleasure. The music grew louder to maintain its presence.

Pieces started slowly coming together. "So is that why Grant's driver dropped us off here last night? Drop off some people who are blackout drunk to make a scene and get revenge against The Bank?"

"That's what we think."

"Damn. Sorry about all that. I still can't remember last night fully. I woke up in a police drunk tank this morning."

Alex gave a toothy grin. "Living life more adventurously, are we? Don't worry about it; it takes a lot more than a couple drunks to disrupt The Bank."

"I suppose." A thought occurred to him. "Does Tiago know you come here?"

"No, and I trust you'll keep that between us. If he knew about this place I'm sure he'd want to join, but I don't want to impose that kind of distraction on his music career. He loves being a DJ, and doing business here would take too much time away from that. Plus, I'm not sure how he'd feel about all the people I fuck in order to provide a comfortable lifestyle for both of us. In any case, over the years I've been able to make this a profitable activity."

"But I thought you said one of the rules here was that you couldn't trade for money."

"Yes, but you can trade for things that make it so you don't need money. The Bank still technically owns all the property, but for the right price they'll loan you a nice car, a house, the Presidential Suite at the Bellerose," he said, giving him a wink.

Dave nodded slowly. "So that's how you were able to afford that suite when we first met. You didn't actually buy it."

"A transaction was still made. That's all that matters. I believe for that one I had to rim that elephant over there," he said, pointing to the naked female at the bar next to the doberman. She currently had her long trunk wrapped around his dick and was moving it up and down slowly. It looked like she was still carrying on their business conversation while the dog was lost in ecstasy. Good negotiation tactic, Dave thought.

The black wolf took another swig of whiskey. "So Dave, whether or not you knew what this place really was, I take it you still wanted something when you walked in that door. What can The Bank provide to satisfy your needs?"

"Well, I'm trying to figure out a way to shut down The Matchmaker's blackmail ring. Do you think I should talk to the police commissioner over there and tell him what Grant's been up to so he can make an arrest?"

Alex wagged a finger disapprovingly. "No harm to patrons or others, remember? Even though he wronged several members of The Bank, we still have to uphold our core rules."

"Oh." The fox's ears drooped.

"What we can do, however, is provide information on ways he can be taken down. I've talked to enough people who have been blackmailed by him to figure out his tactics and how they can be turned against him."

"That's great!" Dave said. His tail wagged excitedly. He didn't think it would be this easy. "So how does it all work? How can I shut him down?"

"Information is one of the main assets traded here, and it doesn't come free. Also, you have to be a member of The Bank to start trading. I assume you don't have a lot of assets to back up your end of any trades, so you're going to need a cosigner on your membership. A temporary sponsor, if you will."

"Oh. Do you think you'd be willing to do that?"

The wolf grinned. "For a price. Are you into size play? Large things in small places?"

"Oh yes," Dave said eagerly. "I look a huge horse dildo up the ass the other day."

"Then let's see if we can stretch those limits some more." Alex held two fingers in the air.

Within seconds, a well-groomed anteater in a business suit approached the table with a tablet. "Care to make a transaction, sir?"

"Yes. I would like to cosign on a membership for this gentleman here. In addition, I'll be trading him information on The Matchmaker's blackmail ring."

The anteater tapped away at his tablet. "Very good, sir. And what is this gentleman trading in exchange?"

Alex grinned slyly. "He will be receiving a thorough fisting."

The fox blushed. Fisting? He'd never done that before. Even though he'd been taking progressively larger objects up the ass recently, he didn't think he'd be able to take Alex's large paw and muscular forearm.

The anteater nodded. "Very good, sir. Cosigning on a membership to The Bank and information on The Matchmaker in exchange for a thorough fisting. I have it in our records now." He turned to Dave. "In order to complete the transaction, I will need to have a business name for you."

"Oh, just call me Dave."

He shook his head. "A business title, if you please."

"Oh. Um." The fox wracked his brain. What should he choose as a title? It needed to be something that sounded cool, something that described him well. The Cleaner? No, too menial. The Fox? Too generic.

"Put him down as The Detective," Alex said. "You can always change it later if you want."

"No no, I like it," Dave said. "The Detective it is."

The anteater nodded. "Very good, sirs. All recorded. Let me know when the transaction is complete." He left the two of them to their business.

The black wolf stood up. "I need to grab my gear for this. In the mean time, you may want to start warming up."

"Warming up?"

Alex grabbed a bottle of lube from the bowl on the table and tossed it to him. "Yeah. You'll want to be generous with that stuff."

"But I mean... here? In the open? With everyone around?"

"That's not stopping them from doing the same." Alex gave him a smile of encouragement and headed for one of the back rooms.

Dave looked around, red-faced. Sure, there were people sitting around naked or in bondage gear fucking in the open. But it still felt weird doing so himself. What if he attracted the wrong kind of attention? What if people came over and wanted a turn with him?

Then you'd be even better connected here, a voice inside him said. It would show you're open for business. For the right price.

Encouraged by the thought of not having to live out of a hotel room, he slipped off his shirt, shoes, and pants and set them on the table. Off came the socks, and finally the underwear. The brown fox now stood naked in the middle of the room of strangers. He looked around, expecting the whole room to be staring at him, but everyone was going about their business as usual. Dave smiled. He was starting to like this place.

He poured some lube on his fingers and gently applied it to his sensitive ring. It twitched in anticipation. He made sure to coat it thoroughly before letting a finger slip inside. His sphincter sucked at it eagerly. He closed his eyes as he slid it in and out, wiggling it around to coat all his surfaces and stretch his tailhole in all directions. God, this felt good.

He drew his digit out slowly and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He knew he needed to stretch himself as much as possible for what was to come, so he put three fingers together and slowly pushed them past his hole. He let out a breathy sigh as he felt his tight muscles stretch. He flexed his fingers outward, pressing against his walls and feeling them resist his touch.

Dave looked up. He had attracted the gaze of a few patrons. Remembering what Alex said about being able to trade sex for luxury goods, he flashed them a sly smile and went deeper. He gave a soft moan of pleasure. He needed to sell the act if he was going to continue coming here.

His pucker strained against his fingers. He knew he was going faster than he'd usually warm up, but Alex would be back soon and he didn't want to keep the wolf waiting. Dave glanced at the bowl in the middle of the table. Underneath the shiny wrapped condoms was a small glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. He picked it up. Poppers! Just what he needed to loosen up.

Dave leaned his elbows on the table and unscrewed the cap. It had been some time since he did poppers, but their potency was not easily forgotten. This particular mix was labeled 'Venom.' He plugged his left nostril, held the open bottle under the right and inhaled deeply, then did the same for the other nostril. He quickly put the cap back on and set it aside so he wouldn't drop it when the sensations hit.

He counted to ten. Nothing. That's strange, I'm usually feeling something by now. Maybe this bottle expired and nobody swapped--

The dizziness hit all at once. His vision swam and his ears felt like they were burning up. He rested his torso on the table so he wouldn't fall over. He felt like he was on a rocking ship at sea, and the music around him seemed to pitch down. He saw the snow leopard hybrid who was getting pounded by the stallion nearby hit orgasm, and the streams of cum seemed to arc through the air in slow motion. The lights danced and seemed to wobble in time with the music. It felt like someone was grabbing his tail and pressing something hot and wet against his pucker.

Dave's eyes widened. Nope, that's real. He turned his head around and almost fell off the table from the vertigo. Alex had returned and had already lubed up his massive canine cock. With a feral grin the wolf pushed his hips forward and let his thick tip push three inches past Dave's ring.

The fox let out a moan. Usually he would have had to go much slower talking Alex's girth, but with the poppers keeping his muscles nice and relaxed it slipped right in. The wolf kept pushing further inside, now five, now six inches deep. The warmth of the intruding cock was spreading through his body, filling him up.

The music pitched back up to normal and time started moving at its proper pace. The poppers were wearing off. He could feel his sphincter tightening around Alex's shaft, making it feel bigger and bigger. "Fuck..." He forgot how huge the wolf was, and he wasn't even getting knotted yet. Or fisted.

"I'll go easy," Alex reassured him. He pulled out enough that just his tip was left inside Dave's sensitive hole and dribbled more slick lube on his exposed manhood. He pushed back inside, a little at a time, working gently in and out until they were back to the six inch mark. The thick rod rubbed against the fox's prostate, eliciting soft moans.

"Mmph. I love a tight hole," the wolf crooned. He leaned over Dave's back and pushed him down against the table, pinning him there by the shoulder. The fox blushed and gave a shudder as the meaty shaft pressed further inside him. He could feel Alex's hot breath on his neck as he gave a soft growl to remind the fox of his place. Dave loved the feeling of being dominated.

"Good boy," Alex said. "Open up for me." He pistoned in and out of the fox's hole. Each thrust went a little deeper than the last, making Dave's sensitive muscles strain against the insistent pounding. He could feel the heat from the thick knot getting steadily closer to his taint. It wouldn't be long now.

Dave could hear Alex's breath getting faster. His pace was building up gradually as he sunk further into Dave's hole. He wanted the wolf's thick knot inside him. He pushed back against each thrust, savoring the feeling of the huge rod pummeling his prostate. He fought to keep his breath steady as his balls tingled, not wanting to hit orgasm before the main event. He wanted to enjoy the new experience of fisting as fully as possible.

Dave felt the engorged knot press against his puckered hole. It was hot against his sensitive skin. Alex held the bottle of lube at groin level and coated his thick member with the cool liquid. "Ready to take my knot?" the wolf said.

"Always."

"Good boy." Alex's thrusts became more forceful. The hard knot bashed against his sphincter, demanding entry. Dave's body shook with each powerful movement. He could feel the muscle loosening gradually under the constant assault. He looked up. Several patrons of The Bank were watching out of the corner of their eyes to see if he could take such a big knot. He'd show them just what he could do.

His rear was starting to go numb from the constant pounding. It was like an intense massage, working his muscles over and over until they no longer felt the strain and loosened up. He could feel his taint stretching wider and wider. "Fuck I'm close," Alex growled. He pulled harder on Dave's tail. He was losing his rhythm as he neared orgasm. With a final grunt of effort, he rammed his hips forward and the thick knot slipped inside.

Dave could feel the wolf's body shudder as he hit climax. The giant knot pulsed and he could feel the girthy cock shooting its hot load deep inside his tunnel. The wolf's hefty balls pressed against his own as they clenched and unclenched. Dave's muscles squeezed down, begging for every drop of their lusty contents. Dave moaned as the knot tugged at his hole. He was tied. He was Alex's bitch. Over and over streams of thick cum flooded his passageway, until the pulsing cock started to slow and the orgasm reluctantly subsided. The two panted heavily. The patrons nearby looked on with approval on their faces.

"Fuck," Dave breathed. "I forgot how thick your knot is."

"Nnnf... Just you wait. The knot is just the warm-up." Alex leaned back to reach his bag. Dave looked over his shoulder to see him produce a sleeve-length rubber glove. "This'll help it go in smoother," the wolf explained as he slid his right arm into it. "And to keep my arm fur from getting bent backwards. That gets uncomfortable quick."

Dave nodded and put his chin back on the table. He could still feel Alex's knot pulsing inside him with each heartbeat. His sphincter was tingling in ecstasy, and he couldn't wait for the wolf to open him up even wider.

Alex dribbled lube onto his glove and rubbed it around until the whole thing was slick and shiny. "There we go. Now, I'm gonna put it in right as I pull my knot out. You may want to take another hit of those poppers."

Dave grabbed the bottle and started unscrewing the cap once more. Already he could feel the huge knot tugging at his hole as it got ready to escape. Alex grabbed the base of his tail with his left paw. He made a cone-like shape with his right paw's fingers and placed them at the ready near Dave's balls. He started drawing his hips back. The fox's sphincter strained to let the huge knot pass--his body wanted to keep it inside of him.

Dave put the bottle under his nostrils and took a big whiff. The chemical smell stung at his nostrils, but he knew he had to get all the help he could for what was to come. He screwed the cap back on and set the bottle aside just as the knot was starting to come out of his hole. He heard the pop as it slipped out. As soon as he felt the wolf's shaft and tip leave his body, the wolf's slickened fingers slipped inside.

The poppers hit with full force. The music pitched downward again and he felt unbearably hot. Dave heard the squelch as Alex's fingers pressed further, the lube now mixing with the wolf's cum inside. The fox shuddered as he felt the fingers wiggling, stretching him further and further. They were now past the second joint of each digit. Normally this would be the limits of a thorough fingering, but now he felt Alex push past the forbidden limits and open him up even wider. He knew his muscles should have been crying out by now, but the poppers kept his hole loose as the wolf went even further--past the knuckles, then the palm, then the widest part of the paw before slimming down again toward the wrist.

The poppers started wearing off. Dave's muscles clenched down again, tightening around Alex's paw. It felt huge, bigger than Alex's knot. And it was now firmly locked inside him.

Fuck that's big... Instead of a knot pulsing inside him he could now feel thick fingers moving around in slow circles, gradually stretching his rectum in every direction. Dave leaned forward to try to pull out a little, but the paw wouldn't budge. His breath started coming faster. Would this even be able to come out of him? Knots would deflate eventually, but there was no changing size or hardness here.

"Relax," Alex said. "Deep breaths. You're doing great. If it becomes too much just let me know and we can end the session."

"No," Dave breathed. "Keep going." He knew what was at stake if his body couldn't take this treatment. He knew Alex would be careful not to hurt him, but damn he was big.

Alex pushed in a little deeper. Dave felt the hot cum from minutes before dribbling out of his hole and down his sack. He gave a shudder. With the lube and the wolf's seed, Alex's paw was able to slip further and further inside.

Dave's eyes widened as a new sensation hit: Alex's fingers were brushing against his prostate. "Oh fuuuuuckkk..." His balls clenched and pre squirted from the tip of his cock. The feelings of discomfort ebbed away and were replaced by pure bliss. Alex pushed in further, pressing against his sensitive organ and making Dave's whole body tingle with pleasure. "Mmmf!"

"Something you want to say, foxy?"

"Nnnf... More."

"More, what?"

"More. Please."

Alex grinned. "Good boy." He pressed in deeper. Dave could feel the bones of the wolf's wrist slip inside his hole. His taint was stretched wider and wider as Alex's arm increased in girth. By now the wolf was two knuckles past his prostate, and the delightful pressure was only increasing.

Dave was in ecstasy. The sensations from his sphincter, his tunnel, his prostate were more than he'd ever imagined. Alex was pleasuring every possible surface inside him. His nerves tingled; instead of fireworks launching off one at a time, it was like the whole show was going off at once.

"Still doing good?" Alex asked. Dave nodded. "Good. If I'm going too fast just let me know."

He pushed in a little deeper. By now the wolf had penetrated as deep as his cock had gone earlier, and still he pressed forward. More cum dribbled from Dave's taint. Alex's arm radiated heat inside him. The wolf's fingers finally reached the point where Dave's intestines turned to the side and could go no further.

Alex drew back his arm slowly until only his paw was inside and pushed forward again. Back and forth, slowly, pressing against every sensitive surface. Dave let out a shaky sigh. He never expected this to feel so good. The fox looked up to see several people watching intently with smiles of approval. Dave was making a name for himself already.

The in-and-out motion continued to pick up pace until it had caught up with the music. Dave could hear a wet schlock every time Alex's arm changed direction. His prostate was getting pummeled by Alex's wrist bones; the fox's dick twitched and he let out an involuntary gasp every time it passed over the sensitive organ. More and more pre squirted from the fox's tip. Everything was tingling. He knew orgasm wouldn't be long.

Alex leaned over Dave's back and bit down on the scruff of his neck. The fox gasped and his body went limp. The muscular wolf was dominating him, using his body in any way he saw fit, and Dave would have it no other way. "Unnf! Take me!" the fox cried.

The pummeling got faster still. His body shook with each powerful thrust. He could feel Alex's paw pressing against his belly from the inside, moving back and forth. He could feel the wolf curl his fingers into a fist, spreading his deepest regions even wider. The fox moaned in ecstasy.

Alex growled and bit down harder on Dave's neck. The fox grunted. He could feel his balls tingling, longing for release. With the intense pressure against his prostate he knew it wouldn't be long. His breath came faster and faster. He wanted to wolf to fill him up entirely. His hips pressed back against the wolf with each thrust, begging for more.

Alex let go of his neck. "Are you a good boy?" he asked in a sultry tone. Dave moaned and nodded vigorously. "Are you gonna cum for Alpha?"

"Nnnf! Please!"

"Good. Here's your reward." He bit down on Dave's neck once more, and with his left paw he reached down and let it brush lightly against the fox's dick.

It was too much. Dave's hips thrust forward involuntarily as he instantly shot his load. Stream after stream splatted against the floor underneath the table. His sphincter clenched down repeatedly around Alex's forearm, making him cum harder as it tried to squeeze down on the muscular surface. His prostate tingled and his body shook as he released his seed. The hot, thick substance gushed from his tip over and over. He couldn't stop. It was relentless. He could feel his balls getting sore from the constant workout. Eventually, more time started elapsing between shots, until the streams of cum slowed to a mere dribble.

Alex let go of his neck and started gradually pulling his arm out of Dave's rear. The fox could feel as each knuckle slid past his prostate on their way out. His sphincter tugged at Alex's paw, not yet wanting to let go. With one last grunt of effort, Alex pulled back and it popped out of Dave's sensitive hole.

"Whew... good workout," said the wolf. With his ungloved paw he pried Dave's ass cheeks apart to inspect his work. "Mmm, well done on your first time receiving a fisting. We'll have to do this again sometime.

"Definitely."

Alex slid off the slick glove. "Well congrats, Dave. You're now officially a member of The Bank."

"Thanks, Alex." He reached back to gently touch his ravaged hole. It was gaping open wider than it ever had before. He could feel the cool air of the club inside him. He gave a shiver. "So what now? You mentioned information on The Matchmaker?"

"I did." He tossed the glove in a nearby trash can and started packing up his bag of fisting supplies. "Everything he does is digital. Nothing on paper. It's all videos and audio recordings. And he keeps it all on secured servers in his building, along with his hard drive backups."

"Okay... That doesn't mean a lot to me."

"It means his files can't be hacked from the outside. These are local servers; they're not accessible from the internet, only from a few hard connections in his building. So if you're serious about taking down his blackmail ring, you'll need to go there yourself. Purge the servers, destroy the backups, and he won't have anything left to use against anyone."

Dave slowly stood up. His hole was going to be sore for days. "But I don't know anything about servers and hard drives or anything like that. I'm just hotel cleaning staff. How am I supposed to do all that by myself?"

"You won't be doing it yourself. You have everyone at The Bank at your disposal now, remember? It just so happens that we have a computer guru who comes by once in a while. I'd highly recommend his expertise in this situation." Alex pulled a pad of paper and a pencil from his bag and scribbled down a number. "Here. Text that number in the morning and you can set up a meeting. Not sure what his fee will be for this--he's into some rather interesting kinks." He tore off the page and gave it to Dave.

"Thanks," Dave said.

"Now go home, rest up, and maybe take a muscle relaxer. I guarantee you'll be sore in the morning."

The fox grinned. "Wouldn't have it any other way."