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"Johnson, my office, now!" Jacob barked from the open doorway, spinning on his heel and marching back inside.

Immediately, roughly a dozen pairs of eyes turned and faced the tiger in question. The command had come out of nowhere, catching the unsuspecting male off guard as he stared at his computer. Completely clueless as to what this could be about, he turned and stared at the office door for a second, contemplating his options. His boss didn't like to be kept waiting, however, and without knowing what was going on, he didn't want to anger the fox any further. Under the gaze of his coworkers, he slowly got up and headed across the office, head hung a bit low as he did.

"Shut the door," the fox ordered, sitting upright in his rather fancy office chair, behind a solid mahogany desk. Basic things like printer paper were frequently out of stock around the office, but Jacob had more than enough in the budget to make sure he was comfortable, and that was all that mattered.

"What's this about...sir?" the tiger asked, shutting the door gently behind himself, wringing his paws a bit as he took his spot in the chair opposite the fox.

"Well first, I didn't say you could sit, but too late now I suppose. We need to talk about your numbers - you're down over fifty percent this month." The fox replied, leaning back a bit and staring at the tiger.

"What? That's what this is about?" the feline asked incredulously. "You know I brought in a giant account last month, the biggest one on the team! How the hell do you want me to do that every single month?"

"Watch your language," Jacob spat, barely leaving a moment of silence before speaking. "And that's not my problem. Your job is to sell, and you've proven what you can do. You set the bar high, and now you have to set it higher. That big of a drop between months is unacceptable."

"That's ridiculous! All you're doing with that is telling me to never try to get more, just do the exact same as last month so your expectations don't change. I still closed the second-most this month!"

"And last month you were first. Not only did you close less, but someone else is better than you now. How do I know you won't fall to the bottom another month from now?"

"I'm doing everything I can! You see the work I put in, far more than half the team, and it shows. Are you really doing this to one of your best guys?" Johnson fumed, exasperated.

"Former best guy, anyway," Jacob said nonchalantly. "Now apologize for your tone - I could fire you right now for that attitude."

The tiger stayed silent for a few moments, silently contemplating his options. While he and everyone else in the office hated the smug asshole of a boss they had, they all needed this job for one reason or another. "Sorry..." he said quietly, while still seething inside.

"What was that? If you put as much effort into your apologies as you do your work, it's no wonder you're slipping." Jacob retorted.

"I said I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again," the tiger said more solidly, doing everything he could to bottle up the rage he was feeling.

"That's better. I want a plan on my desk by end of day tomorrow outlining a plan for your improvement. That'll be all," the fox dismissed, already turning his head back toward his computer.

"But-" Johnson started, but was waved away by the fox.

"I said, that'll be all."

As the feline wrenched open the door and walked back to his desk, he could feel the questioning gaze of the team around him. They mostly felt sympathy, all having been on the receiving end of the fox's callous management style at one point or another, but it didn't make the sting hurt any less. At the very least, since no one was packing a box, they knew the tiger wasn't fired.

Based on their own interrogations, they knew the fox was likely pursuing what he called his 'motivational technique': insulting his employees and trashing their work to motivate them to do better, no matter how good they were already doing. It did absolutely nothing for morale and heavily increased the turnover rate of the team, but Jacob always managed to explain away the sudden departures to upper management. Those that were left were emotionless husks, here for a paycheck and not much more. Some of the newer guys tried their best but were soon shut down by the fox.

Over time, the tiger calmed down enough to get back to work, and the rest of the team knew better than to ask him what had happened. Jacob simply patted himself on the back for a job well done coaching a team member. Deserving a reward, he treated himself to an hour-long nap with his office shades pulled down to block out the light. By the time he awoke, he found himself perfectly refreshed just in time to head out, quickly making his way toward the elevator, ignoring his employees still typing away at their computers.

---

Outside the office, Jacob's personal life was much like his work one - he enjoyed being in control, and abusing workers paid to do what he said. To that end, the fox found himself in an all-male strip club, one he'd been to every night for at least the past year, since he got his management gig. All types of hunks danced across the stages scattered through the building - bodybuilders, twinks, and everything in between showed off their stuff for whoever chose to watch.

Jacob, a few drinks in at this point, leaned back in his seat as he stared at an otter twirling around a pole, wearing only a G-string that left nothing to the imagination. That thick tail lifted every time the smaller male shook his ass for the audience, swirling it in circles as he gave it a few slaps. "Take it off," the fox loudly ordered, words mostly still coherent at this point, though the alcohol was obviously setting in.

Up on stage, the otter overheard the request. Normally, he wouldn't have been so quick to comply, but tonight he was feeling especially frisky. The mustelid faced away from his crowd and slowly hooked his thumbs inside his undergarments, sliding them over his tail. Once they were lowered just enough, he lifted his tail high once more, revealing his tight pucker to the crowd slowly but surely. They soon came the rest of the way off, leaving a fully nude and erect otter holding the G-string on a single finger.

"Anyone interested in these?" the dancer asked in his sultry voice, striding over and dangling them out toward the audience.

"Fifty bucks!" A wolf to Jacob's right called out, immediately attracting the otter's attention.

"Sold!" He said happily, catching the crumpled bill that was tossed to him on stage and throwing it back behind the curtain. He quickly delivered the prize to the lupine in the audience, who pressed it against his nose and took a giant whiff.

As Jacob watched the otter resume his routine, he looked around the floor again. By this point, a couple of the dancers were fully nude, and some of the more adventurous patrons were openly jerking themselves off to the show. Public nudity had been legalized not long ago, and sex in general came along with it as a result. Places like this had skyrocketed in popularity with the increased openness, and while most patrons still weren't willing to whip it out in the middle of a crowd like this, the dancers were specifically brought on because they loved to show off what they had.

"Can I get you anything, handsome?" A voice sounded, interrupting Jacob's alcohol-fueled observations.

"I don't know, can you?" the fox asked, looking up and seeing another orange vulpine like himself, though skinnier and wearing far fewer clothes. The waiter simply had on a pair of extremely form-fitting shorts, very clearly showing the outline of a bulged sheath underneath. Jacob spread his legs a bit and glanced down, then looked back up at the waiter once more.

"Hmm...What'd you have in mind?" The waiter asked, reaching down and running his paw over Jacob's thigh, sliding it dangerously close to the unsheathed shaft underneath the dress pants.

"Was thinkin' you'd get on your knees and help yourself to a drink, after giving me so many already" Jacob slurred, already reaching down to unzip his pants.

"What's in it for me?" The smaller male replied, doing the work for Jacob, reaching over and unzipping the other vulpine's pants, leaving just the underwear between his paw and the shaft. Following his training to make sure the clients stayed interested, he ran his digits up and down the length hidden beneath, smiling lewdly at Jacob.

"You getta wrap your lips around a big ol' fox dick and drink my cum, like we both know you want to," Jacob uttered, losing all sense of subtlety at this point.

"Mmmm...tempting, but I think I need a little bit more than that," the waiter remarked, knowing his bosses didn't want him giving out free action. He kept his paw going, hoping to keep tempting Jacob into a payment for his service.

"Mmkay, then I'll call you a slut too, how's that?" Jacob said with a hint more ferocity in his voice, reaching down and grabbing the waiter's wrist, holding his paw in place on the growing shaft.

Looking off to the side, the smaller vulpine quickly made eye contact with one of the security guards and waved, signaling a potential issue. Immediately after doing so, however, Jacob pulled a bit more on the fox's arm and tugged him a bit closer. "Sir, isn't there anything else you can offer me? You know we don't do this for free..."

"You're gonna," Jacob said simply. "Now kneel down and suck.

Before the conversation could go anywhere else, the security guard arrived, standing before the pair of vulpines. "There a problem here, sir?" the large, muscled rhino asked, directing his question at Jacob.

"Nope. Just 'boutta get a blowie from this slut here," he uttered. "You can go now."

"That true?" The guard asked, now focusing on the waiter.

"If he pays me, yeah..." the smaller vulpine remarked.

"I ain't payin' ya for something you wanna do anyway, now suck!" Jacob asked, pulling on the other fox's arm once more. Sensing trouble, the rhino immediately reached down and pulled the two apart, now taking Jacob by the upper arm and lifting him out of the chair.

"Sir, I think it's time you leave," the large male said rather firmly, already walking toward the door and pulling Jacob alongside him.

"I'm fine here! Gimme that slut back, he wants it!" Jacob demanded.

"I'm sure he does, but there's tons of other guys in here who're less of an ass than you to give it to him. Come back tomorrow when you've sobered up a bit," the security guard ordered, pulling Jacob over to the door and dragging him outside, thrusting him out and pushing him onto the sidewalk. The vulpine stumbled a bit and fell over, landing on his ass on the sidewalk, pants still unzipped. His erection had partially gone down and was still receding, but a small bulge remained.

"Hmmph. Fucking slut doesn't know what he's missing," Jacob uttered to himself, shakily getting to his footpaws. Before he could do much else, he felt the alcohol getting to him more, and spotted an alleyway over to his right. Slowly, he stumbled his way over to it, leaning on the wall of the club for support. He wandered a little way down the alley, out of sight of most people from the road and stopped, leaning harder against the wall. With one paw, he reached down and fished his shaft out of his underwear, taking it out and pointing it at the ground.

"Ahhhhhh...Dat's better..." The fox sighed, closing his eyes as he urinated against the ground. Jacob was too drunk to notice his urine was splattering against his footpaws and his pants as well - it would be an unpleasant surprise for him when he sobered up the next morning, and one he'd surely take out on his employees the next day. As the stream finally spluttered a bit and came to a stop, he shook himself a few times and let the last few droplets fall, too drunk to care where they ended up. He rested for a moment against the wall, working up the energy to turn himself around and begin finding his way back home. The second he turned, however, he found a rather large body blocking his way.

"What the-" Jacob started, only for a scaled paw to reach out and clamp his muzzle shut.

"Quiet," the dragon ordered, waiting a moment to see if the fox would comply. "Are you going to be quiet?"

The fox nodded, but as soon as the dragon let go of his muzzle, he started up again. "Do you know who I am? I could-" he started, but was immediately cut off again.

"Okay, guess not," the dragon sighed. "Let's try this a different way..." he trailed off. His paw removed itself from Jacob's muzzle, only to seize the fox around the neck before he started talking again. "I told you to be quiet, and you're going to listen to me. Get it through your fucking head that you're not the one in charge here, or this becomes real easy. Last chance - got it now?"

Jacob nodded again, much more frantically this time. The dragon was easily two or three feet taller than him, and the paw around his neck could have snapped it like a twig. He shook a bit, and while he had some trouble clearing his mind, his drunkenness wore off quickly. The dragon lessened his grip, keeping his fingers around the furred neck, but not applying any pressure at the moment.

"Good. Guess you can follow orders. You're more used to giving them though, aren't you?" The large male asked rhetorically. "I saw you in that club - the way you behaved to that poor fox in there. He was doing his job, and you had to go and make an ass out of yourself. I bet you're like that all the time, am I right?" he questioned, again not expecting an answer. Pausing for just a moment, he tilted the fox's head up a bit, making sure he made eye contact. "I think I am. And I think you could do with a bit of an attitude adjustment."

"W-What're you doing to do to me?" Jacob stammered, still shaking a bit in the dragon's grip, finally finding words to reply to his assailant.

"Nothing. You're going to walk out of here the same way you are now. Just with one small change..." the dragon trailed off, focusing on his eye contact with the fox. Jacob felt his mind swimming a bit, and at first he thought it was the alcohol coming back, but he realized this was a bit too sudden. Before he could figure out what else might even be causing it, however, the dragon had control.

"Like I said, I'm not going to do anything to you. Just stay there, and listen," he ordered, dropping his paw from Jacob and simply speaking now, knowing the vulpine wasn't going anywhere. "You expect everyone to bend over backwards to please you, and I got pissed just watching your arrogant ass in there. I think we need to change all that - from now on, I want you to accept any order you're given. Blindly. If someone tells you to do something, you do it," the dragon instructing pausing for a moment as he thought. "You know what, let's take it even further - I want you to be open to suggestions. If someone even hints at you doing something, or liking something, or wanting something, it's true. Your mind will change to accept it as fact, and you won't question it. You'll finally see what it's like to be on the receiving end, instead of the one yelling at others to do your bidding. And just like the situations you put them in, you'll have no choice but to accept," The dragon finally stopped, blinking a couple times and breaking his eye contact with the fox.

Jacob shook his head a bit, feeling his mind all rushing back to him at once. "What...just happened?" he asked slowly.

"You blacked out for a second, are you okay?" The dragon asked, and Jacob nodded. He felt fine, and he had no reason to doubt the other male. Heavily aided by his recent mental changes, he assumed it was true, not remembering any of their prior interaction. "You should be getting home though, you've got a long walk ahead of you."

"Yeah...long walk..." Jacob repeated slowly. In truth, he lived about forty-five minutes away from here by walk and planned on taking a cab. The dragon's words altered his thoughts though, and the notion of any transportation aside from his own two footpaws quickly left his mind. Not able to disobey, Jacob took on the suggestion, sidestepping the other male and starting. on his journey. He headed home all without even zipping up his pants, sheath still exposed to the world and mind open to any suggestions it had.

---

The next morning rolled around, and Jacob found himself heading back into work. One of his paws rested against his head as he stumbled past his employees, slightly disheveled, clearly hungover from the night before. He said nothing to the group, ignoring them as he shut himself back in his office, keeping the lights off and slumping over onto his desk, blocking out the world as much as he could. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, and none of the complaints lodged against the vulpine had done anything by this point. As a result, the team had stopped bringing it up, just trying to ignore it and going about their days.

As the day went on, Jacob continued sitting in his office and doing nothing, vaguely in and out of consciousness. The one time Jacob appeared was when he opened the door to shout at everyone to keep it down, then slammed it closed again and returned to his desk. It was well after lunch when the fox finally emerged fully from the office, seemingly at least more composed than he had been all morning. Several of the guys looked up at him to see what he wanted, pre-emptively flinching as they expected to be screamed at again, but it never came. Jacob simply walked over to the tiger's desk from yesterday, tapping his footpaw.

"Johnson, you have your improvement plan ready?" Jacob asked, interrupting whatever the feline was working on.

"What the fuck?" the tiger asked, spinning to face the fox incredulously. "Why can't you ask me that in your office? Not that I need one anyway, my numbers are fine."

"If you were doing better, I wouldn't have to ask it at all. Now where is it?" Jacob demanded.

"I don't have it, you said until end of day, it's not even two yet," the tiger angrily responded, not seeing a way out of the conversation.

"I distinctly remember saying today, not end of day," Jacob lied. "You have until three. One more toe out of line, and you're gone," the fox said simply.

"You'd get rid of me, huh? At least I do good work here, and the rest of the team respects me for it. The only one that doesn't is you, and I don't think you respect any of us. I could do what you do without breaking a sweat. Why don't YOU leave?" The tiger spat, unable to contain his anger anymore.

"Fine, I will!" Jacob shouted, staring the tiger down. His expression was stern, but as soon as he realized what he said, it turned to one of confusion. The other furs in the room whipped around as they heard it too, unable to believe their ears. It was almost too good to be true.

"Go on then, do it, right now!" The tiger continued, pointing down the hall.

"Fine!" Jacob yelled again, already finding himself spinning around before the word even left his lips.

What the hell was going on? Jacob loved his job, and in his mind, the team loved him. This he was sure of - at least, he was when he first walked away. As he headed a couple floors up to his boss' office, the fact became less sure in his mind. The thought of leaving grew larger until he stepped off the elevator, when he was convinced it was the right thing to do. The tiger was right - Jacob was disliked here, and he needed to find somewhere else to go.

A few minutes later, Jacob was back in his office with a cardboard box, packing up his stuff and heading out. As the vulpine walked away, the rest of the team started cheering, with several offers to take the tiger who'd vanquished the fox out for beers later that night. Not looking back, Jacob went down the elevator and handed his security badge in. With a final nod to the guard, he headed back toward his car with his personal items and dumped them in the trunk, then climbed in and headed off.

Unsure of what to do with himself, Jacob defaulted to his usual after-work hangout - the same club he was at the night before. It was much less busy than yesterday, however, given that it was still only about three in the afternoon. Not much in the mood for catching the shows, Jacob seated himself at the bar alone, striking up a conversation with the scantily clad, muscle-bound stallion behind it.

"In a bit early today, aren't we?" the horse asked, recognizing Jacob from many previous encounters.

"Stuff it, Theo," the fox replied in a huff, "and bring me the usual."

"Whoa, angry today. Say please and I will."

"Please..." Jacob added, though he wasn't quite sure why. For a moment, he felt just like he did when the tiger told him to quit - questioning his actions, only to soon realize that what he'd done felt right.

"That's more like it. Now what's got you down?" The stallion asked, leaning back and crossing his chiseled arms over his shirtless torso.

"Quit my job," the fox said succinctly.

"Why'd you do that? Thought you were some big shot manager," Theo replied.

"Dunno. One of my guys told me to, just felt right, so...I did," Jacob said lamely, not even sure it made sense himself.

"Well...what're you going to do for money now? Or are you gonna take a break from work?" Theo continued, trying to keep the conversation going with the fox's lack of details.

"Dunno," Jacob said again, much more quietly this time, still not offering anything up.

"Well, if you don't find something, probably won't see too much of you around. I know how much you love this place. The guys here aren't cheap though, as I'm sure you're aware," Theo remarked.

"Nope...sure not. I'll find something I suppose," Jacob mused, sipping his drink.

"If you're desperate, you should go talk to Barry - I think he's in his office back there," Theo remarked. "Not sure what he'd have for you, but maybe something. I know you're a top since, y'know, you're making eye contact with me and not staring at this," the stallion paused, reaching down and adjusting his bulge, "but pretty much all the foxes around here are bottoms, and the tops are usually the bigger guys. Maybe he could use an assistant or something."

As Theo spoke, Jacob barely listened. His mind was reworking itself, accepting the suggestion to go talk to the manager. Before coming in here, he'd have considered working in a place like this beneath him - he was here as a superior, using those lesser than he was to get off. Now, however, he more than accepted the idea of it, already finding himself slightly hoping the place had a position for him.

"I think I will," Jacob replied shortly, getting up and taking a few steps away before he heard the horse calling out behind him.

"Hang on, you gotta pay for that drink," Theo reminded him.

"Yeah yeah..." Jacob grumbled, heading back to the counter and slapping a few bucks down.

Theo looked after the fox, cursing himself slightly as the vulpine walked away. "Stupid, stupid..." he muttered, but shook his head and resumed cleaning the bar, going about his day. Jacob wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around, evidenced by his interactions in the place so far. It was just the horse's nature to be helpful, and he never thought Jacob would still go through with it after he mentioned the fox would likely be an assistant or one of the sluts parading around. Nevertheless, he found himself wishing he'd never done it as Jacob wandered back to the manager's office.

Not sure how to feel, Jacob wandered back into the employees only area, ignoring the sign on the door telling him he shouldn't be back here. Theo's suggestion to talk to the manager overrode the fox's regard for the sign, and after searching for a moment, soon found himself standing before the door marked 'Barry - General Manager.' Again not respecting boundaries due to the horse's inadvertent suggestions, Jacob twisted the handle and took a step inside.

"Whoa, hey, you can't be back here," the elephant inside said, deep voice assaulting Jacob's ears. "Hang on a second...Jacob, right? I've seen you around quite a bit, and think I ran into you out there a couple times," he paused, jerking his thumb to the right and pointing to the security monitors that covered the entire public area. "Still though, employees only, and besides, who told you you could come in my office?"

"Theo said you were back here," Jacob said bluntly, ignoring the elephant's frustration with him.

"Did he also say to just barge in without knocking? Geez, furs these days..." the elephant trailed off. Jacob remained silent, knowing the question didn't need an answer. "Well, go on then, spit it out. Whaddaya want?"

"He said you might have some jobs available," Jacob said matter-of-factly, feeling oddly compelled to tell Barry his reasons.

"Oh he did, did he? Mr. fancy corporate wants a job - I saw you in here last night downing drinks like it was nothing," he remarked. Before continuing, he paused for a moment, seeing Jacob's slightly confused face. "Saw you on the monitors, remember? I always take a look whenever security has to get involved," the elephant explained, staring down Jacob pointedly. "So what happened - money well dry up?"

"Well, kinda. Quit my job today," Jacob explained, ignoring Barry's remark about security from the night before.

"What kind of work?" Barry asked, curious.

"Sales management. I was thinking I could help really make this place a success," Jacob rather arrogantly suggested.

"What makes you think this place needs help? It's been good enough to keep your attention for a while," Barry rebutted. "Besides, I got it all under control. What I do need more of though is guys to actually do the selling, if you catch my drift."

Jacob looked appalled at the suggestion. "Yeah, you want me out there sucking dick. If you've actually seen me on those cameras though, you know I fuck, I don't suck. You want me, then I want to be management."

"Like I said, don't need it," Barry remarked, now slightly heated himself. "You came into my office unannounced, where you're not even allowed to be. It's only because I need more sluts out there that I'm even talking to you, and I thought you'd be inclined to do it being a fox and all. You'd certainly not have a problem walking up to guys with how you burst in here. I'll say this - if you're that high and mighty that you won't even consider it, leave, but I don't think you will. I think you're more desperate for cash than you let on, or you wouldn't be in here right now. You're not getting management; you'd be just like the waiter you accosted last night, serving drinks and taking dick. You're an ass, but you've caught me at a generous time, so take the job," the elephant said simply, crossing his arms. As soon as the last three words were uttered, however, the work was done.

"Fine, I will!" Jacob half-shouted for the second time in only a few hours, transitioning from one job to the next.

"Guess I struck a nerve there, slut," Barry remarked.

"Don't call me that," Jacob said sternly.

"You just agreed to a job where you get fucked in the ass and suck dick for money. I think slut applies pretty well here - besides, you'd better get used to it; you'll hear it more than your actual name out there," the elephant remarked.

As was usual now, the suggestion took root in Jacob's mind. The fox found himself agreeing with Barry's sentiment about accepting the wording, and while he wasn't happy about it still, he wasn't going to complain. He nodded a bit in response, avoiding eye contact with the manager.

"Good. At least you listen," the elephant started, noting Jacob's unwilling acceptance of the role. "Before we make it official - I do have to make sure you can actually do the job. Strip down for me," the elephant instructed, which left Jacob with no option but to obey. The fox stood up and quickly disrobed, wordlessly removing his dress shirt and pants, setting them aside. Immediately after, he removed his briefs, setting them on top of the pile as well, turning back and facing the elephant once he was fully nude.

"Not ashamed to get naked - well done," Barry remarked. "Spin around a bit, lift your tail, show me what you got," he continued.

As the elephant became more instructional rather than conversational, Jacob found himself with little to remark upon. He wasn't against the things Barry was asking of him, especially after his mind had accepted them. For all he knew, he was willingly doing what he was told - Jacob hadn't realized he didn't have a choice in the matter. The vulpine simply believed he was more willing to do these things than he'd realized in the past - his pride would still prevent him from ever admitting it, but from his perspective, he was willingly stripping for a larger male in his office, even if it was just for a paycheck as a professional bottom.

Jacob did as he was instructed again, rotating a couple times to give the larger male a good view of his body, even bending over slightly as he lifted his tail to make sure the elephant could see. The commands did wonders on the fox's mind - he considered even talking to the sluts here beneath him a day ago, yet here he was, parading himself around.

"Good," Barry remarked again. "Being comfortable with your body's one thing, but obviously the guys aren't going to be totally happy just seeing you. You sucked a guy off before?" Barry asked, to which Jacob simply shook his head. "Well, you're going to now - come 'round here and blow me. Gotta make sure you can actually use your mouth."

Jacob nodded this time, though he'd already started walking around the desk before he could even convey his approval. He knelt before the pachyderm, staring at the larger male's crotch, though he didn't move past that.

"What're you waiting for? Go on, get it out, I'm not getting it hard for you," Barry instructed. Immediately after, Jacob's paws reached up and unzipped the pair of jeans he was facing, sliding them down just a bit. The underwear came next, lowered just enough to tuck underneath the elephant's hefty sack, revealing the sizeable package within.

"There you go," Barry remarked. "Keep going - start licking it and give it a few strokes. Get it nice and hard."

Jacob of course complied, reaching out and hefting up the shaft, placing both paws around it. The gray elephant was nearly eight inches soft, with balls the size of oranges beneath. The shaft pulsed lightly in the fox's grip, showing its approval of the attention it was receiving. The scent of the pachyderm's musk washed over his nostrils - he was no stranger to the scent of other guys, but he wasn't usually this close to their crotch, getting such a powerful whiff of it. When the first droplet of pre managed to dribble out, Jacob leaned in and got his first taste of another male's cock, lapping at the head and collecting the salty liquid.

"Good boy...You'll do fine here. You know what it's like to get a blowjob - now you're gonna learn to give one. Just remember - no teeth," the elephant instructed, putting one of his paws on the back of Jacob's head.

Even before Barry was fully hard, Jacob took the tip of the length inside his muzzle, wrapping his lips around it and giving it a good suck. His paws slid slowly up and down the semi-hard length, feeling it strengthen underneath his fingers each second that went by. Before long, Jacob had a foot of rigid, girthy elephant dick sticking out of his muzzle, with another few inches inside.

Trying to mimic the actions he'd had done on himself many times before, Jacob slowly started moving his muzzle up and down, going back to the tip, lapping up the pre, and taking the first few inches inside again. Each time, he stopped before the head of the shaft breached his throat, not sure his gag reflex would be able to take it. Barry simply enjoyed the sensation for a little while longer, letting Jacob's saliva really wet his length before he started putting slight amounts of pressure on the fox's head.

"You're gonna have to take more than that if you want to work here - relax your throat as much as you can, and start moving further down," Barry instructed, and relax Jacob did. The fox took a few inches inside, exhaling as he focused on his esophagus. He willed himself to let the shaft pass his gag reflex, soon finding half the length sticking out from between his lips, and a small bulge beginning to appear in his throat. Whether the elephant's orders were purely enough, or if Jacob's vulpine nature made to make the feat possible, no one could say. What was definitely true, however, was that Jacob was still confidently moving down the length, soon finding the pachyderm's crotch approaching.

"There ya go...nice work," he complimented, still pressuring Jacob all the way down, until he finally felt the vulpine's nose pressed up against his groin. "Now keep going, and don't forget ya got paws - use 'em," Barry remarked, relaxing back in his chair now that Jacob seemed perfectly capable on his own.

The fox obeyed, now bobbing on the latter half of the shaft. It wasn't perfectly smooth, as Jacob had to learn to time his breathing with when his throat wasn't stuffed with elephant dick, but it improved as he went along. His paws got back in action as they massaged the length that wasn't inside his muzzle, shifting down to the elephant's sack any time he'd fully deepthroated the behemoth.

"Alright...you can stop now," Barry remarked, feeling Jacob's lips sliding off his shaft for the final time, leaving it nice and wet. Jacob simply looked up at the elephant confused, having expected to finish him off. "That's one hole tested," the elephant remarked. "Guys want to make use of both though. Stand up, bend over the desk, raise your tail, and relax your ass as much as you can. If this is your first dick like I think it is, it's gonna hurt a bit."

Jacob nodded, powerless to do otherwise. He quickly got to his footpaws and shifted the elephant's laptop to the side, making room for his torso. It soon found its place on the desk as the fox bent over, lifting his tail up and waiting for the inevitable. As he lay there, he brought his arm up and wiped his lips off, removing bits of the saliva mixed with pre stuck to them.

"Aww, not a fan of the taste?" Barry joked, watching Jacob wipe away his spit. "You shouldn't wipe it off though - guys love to see you get all messy for them," the elephant instructed, and instantly Jacob felt remorse for having removed it. He still didn't want to be seen as a slut in the eyes of others, but the longer his interaction with Barry went on, the more okay he was with taking dick and getting messy from it.

"Hold still...and we'll get you ready," Barry mused, reaching to his left and grabbing a bottle of lube off the shelf. It came in handy for occasions such as these. He squirted a generous amount on a couple of his fingers, bringing them to Jacob's tailhole and smearing it around, pressing against it with his index finger. The gray digit wormed its way inside, massaging Jacob's sphincter until he could freely move it in and out, and soon started pushing a second one in. He actively targeted the vulpine's prostate as he worked, jabbing his fingertips into the button inside and soon seeing the results, with the vulpine's shaft finally starting to make an appearance against the desk.

"There we go...now you're getting into it," Barry remarked, and Jacob realized he was. Whether or not he was enjoying it before Barry's comment was unclear, but the fox certainly couldn't deny his dick pressing into the desk now. "Gonna take a lot more effort to get in there though...your jaw was pretty stretched around this thing, and I don't want to break the merchandise."

After another couple minutes, the elephant decided to try slipping a third finger inside, stretching them out and flexing them as much as he could, continuing to add lube any time it started getting a bit rough. Once he'd finally gotten a fourth finger inside and was able to move it around, he pulled them all out at the same time and squirted another hefty amount of lube on them. This time, however, he reached down and started stroking himself, making sure his length was plenty coated.

"Here it comes," Barry warned, taking a half-step forward and pressing the tip of his cock against the fox's hole. Jacob, on one hand, was pleased to finally feel something else there - the cold air against his lubed ass was not pleasant. On the other, however, he felt a bit like he was doing this purely for a job - whether he'd enjoy it remained to be seen. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as he felt the head of the elephant's shaft slowly starting to invade his bowels.

"Mmmf...tight fucker, aren't you? Definitely the first dick you've had up here, but it sure won't be the last..." Barry moaned, slipping a few inches inside and looking down. Jacob wasn't reacting much, lying there and taking it, but he wasn't protesting either. Not wanting to stop now, Barry continued pushing forward, slowly but surely burying his shaft inside the vulpine.

After getting about halfway in, Jacob got a bit uncomfortable. They were well past the point where Barry's fingers got, and while it helped a bit with getting his sphincter to relax, it certainly wasn't enough to take over a foot of thick elephant dick. The pachyderm slowed down when he sensed the apprehension but didn't completely stop, too driven by lust to back down now.

"Just relax as much as you can...it'll all be in soon," he instructed. Jacob forcibly complied, doing his best to keep his hole as loose as possible, but it still felt like a vice around Barry's cock. True to his word, after another thirty seconds of slowly easing himself inside, the elephant finally felt his sack slap against Jacob's smaller orbs, and his groin pressed firmly up against the furry buttocks.

"All done...finally making a true fox out of you. Now just hold still, and you'll get your prize soon enough..." the elephant remarked, pulling about eight inches of his cock out and sliding it back much more quickly this time. Then it was ten inches out, and ten inches right back in. Then twelve. Barry was really working over Jacob's hole, getting it used to really being filled. Before long, he was pulling out and just barely leaving the head inside, only to thrust it all back in one smooth motion.

"All stretched out...Let's properly fill you up..." Barry huffed, picking up the pace. His measured thrusts were gone, replaced by more erratic ones. Loud slapping noises echoed through the office as the musky scent built up, hips slapping against ass and giant balls brutalizing smaller ones. The excitement of putting an arrogant vulpine in his place like this got Barry going like almost nothing else could, and seeing Jacob moving back and forth on the desk in time with his thrusts really gave him a sense of power. With a few final rough strokes, getting his length as deep inside as it would go each time, he finally embedded himself and stayed there, feeling his balls contract as they sprayed their contents into the newly-willing fox.

Everything about this was a new sensation for Jacob. His mind reeled as he got used to all kinds of new sensations. The smells were the same as usual, having gotten laid in this place more times than he could count, but what was different though was both the feeling of being so immensely full, as well as feeling the near-burning jizz painting his bowels and heating him up from the inside. His balls ached from being slapped so many times by Barry's, and his cock cried pre over the floor, completely ignored.

Barry panted as he rested atop Jacob, still throbbing slightly inside the warm hole, twitching and shooting much smaller dribbles of jizz into the virtual river only held at bay by his shaft. As his breathing returned to normal, the elephant slowly shifted his hips backwards, pulling out inch by cum-covered inch, stepping back to get entirely out. His cock still stood proudly up in the air, seed dribbling down his legs as he looked over the vulpine, seeing the gaping hole still leaking his love juice. Jacob, still feeling the pressure of his shaft begging for attention, reached down and started stroking himself. His paw was quickly batted away by the elephant, however, with a reprimand.

"No. You don't jerk yourself off while you're working here unless a client asks you to. You stay hard, and you deal with it. Your job is to get others off, and usually they quite like seeing how much you enjoy it too. Now, between this and you wiping your lips off earlier, I think it's only fair you're punished like any other slut on my staff. Turn around, kneel down, and wipe your face against my dick - really cover it in my spunk," Barry instructed.

Wordlessly, Jacob complied. Internally, he still grumbled over being called a slut, but had accepted it by now. Accepting it didn't mean he had to like it. Unable to shake the feeling that he was just in this for the money, the fox ignored his leaking ass and knelt onto the floor, creating a bit of a puddle beneath himself. Unceremoniously, he leaned forward and mashed his face into the elephant's length, feeling his fur immediately become sticky and matted together as he smeared his visage with a mix of cum and ass juice.

"Gonna have you looking like a proper slut in no time," Barry remarked. "Now lick the rest up, and you can stop," he instructed, and instantly felt Jacob's tongue against his flesh. The vulpine slowly traced his tongue up the rivulets of jizz oozing down Barry's length, collecting them on his lingua and pulling them inside, gulping them down and going back for more. He still felt no pride in doing so, and the rather thick texture and odd mix of tastes wasn't pleasant, but he did his job. Finally having licked almost everything between the elephant's knees and his stomach, the vulpine sat back, cum visibly covering one end and still somehow falling out of the other.

"Can I go wash up now?" Jacob finally asked, butting in before Barry could ask anything else of him. He felt dirty, wanting nothing more than a nice, hot shower and a relaxing nap in bed, desperate to put this day behind him. Unfortunately for the vulpine, however, his day was far from over.

"You're cute, you know that? No, obviously you can't go wash up. If you can't take cum on your face for more than five minutes, you won't last here. You're probably the worst slut I've got, but you can take dick, and for a lot of the clients here, that's all that matters, even if you're an ass about it. One more trial run for today, and I'll let you go. Put this on," the elephant paused, reaching to his side and grabbing the thinnest pair of underwear Jacob had ever seen. The fabric likely wouldn't even be enough to hide his gaping tailhole, let alone the painfully-erect shaft dripping from the fox's crotch. Jacob thought it was a joke more than anything, but unable to resist, he donned the pair of undergarments, almost feeling it break just from stretching around his hips.

"Looking good," Barry remarked. "Now head back out there, get one of my customers off however they want, and come back here with the money from it. You do that, you've officially got the job, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fine...I'll be back..." Jacob said through gritted teeth, trying to sound upset but only really succeeding in sounding defeated. The vulpine turned and headed toward the door, unable to prevent his footpaws from carrying him to his first real public reveal as a slut.

At first, nothing happened. Jacob left Barry's office with a trail of cum still marking his path, then headed back out of the employee's area. He was greeted with the familiar sights of the stages around him, waiters serving drinks and flirting with the customers, and a couple pairs around the area fucking. It was slightly more crowded than it was when Jacob arrived, being a bit later in the day, but it was still far from packed. The fox was able to walk around a bit and take a look at his surroundings before a voice called out from his left, causing him to turn his head.

"Hey there foxy...c'mere," a stallion called from one of the nearby stages, seated and watching the show. Unable to resist, Jacob sighed as he started walking over, believing his mind was simply telling him he had to do this for a job.

"Yeah?" Jacob said bluntly, cum still running down his face as he looked down at the seated male. The stallion was still clothed, yet his intentions were barely concealed. The bulge ran up not only the horse's shorts, but underneath his shirt as well up to his stomach.

"Aww, no slutty little act?" The horse teased. "I suppose you don't even have to act like one, messy as you are," he remarked, nodding at Jacob's cum-covered face. "Why don't we get you another load to add to the collection? Go on and take it out."

Jacob knelt between the stallion's legs after hearing the words, reaching his paws toward the hidden length. He lifted the shirt with one paw and grasped the shaft with the other, pulling it out from underneath the fabric. Once half was out, he reached down and lowered the horse's shorts, showing off the full length he was working with, roughly the same length as the one that recently claimed his ass, but a fair bit wider.

"You got the money?" Jacob asked, again rather to the point, dropping any pretense of the encounter.

"It's all business with you - bet you've got a hell of a mouth on you to be walking around here all covered in jizz with that attitude. Something's gotta be worth it," the horse remarked, hoping the fox made up for his bluntness with his oral skills. "Money's right here," he paused, slapping $50 on the nearby table. "Now get to work - swallow it."

Jacob, not given an opportunity to continue talking, obeyed. His lips parted and he placed his tongue on the underside of the shaft, collecting the pre that had been running down it for a while. The first few inches quickly passed into the vulpine's warm muzzle, but he quickly hit a wall. He was told to swallow it, but the broad, flat head of the stallion's cock was difficult for a such an inexperienced slut to fit down there. After a few attempts and some close calls with his gag reflex, the vulpine finally managed to start working his way a bit further down. The moans echoing out above him told him he'd done a good job, giving him very conflicted feelings. He was happy he was able to do it, but still ashamed to be in this position at all.

"There we go...that's why they keep you around here," the stallion remarked, leaning back in the chair and letting Jacob do all the work. "Not a lot of you sluts can fit it down your throat - you must be here to take care of the big boys..."

Jacob ignored the supposed compliment. While just about anyone else who worked here would be proud of the accomplishment, this was not an area the fox wanted to excel in. If anything, he'd still have felt more at home stretching a throat than having his stretched, but here he was. Resigned to his fate but determined to do the work, he continued his trek down, swallowing the horse cock inch by girthy, musky inch. The moans echoed anew as Jacob finally made it all the way down, throat convulsing slightly as he stretched it much further than it had any right to go. The ripples only excited the stallion more, causing him to lightly buck his hips up into Jacob's maw.

"Keep going...not gonna last long, your friend up there's quite the dancer..." the stallion uttered, nodding up to the stage. He'd been hard long before Jacob got here, and with the additional stimulation now combined with the show, he already felt like he was on the edge.

The fox knew the horse wasn't kidding - he could feel every last throb and twitch of the shaft, knowing it was pumping pre straight into his gut. Feeling excited for the first time so far, but only for the prospect of it being over, Jacob continued working his way up and down the length, keeping the head in his throat the entire time. As quickly as he could, Jacob worked while making sure the stallion enjoyed the experience, feeling that blunt head smacking the back of his throat time and time again as it went back down.

Soon enough, the stallion felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm coming, but wasn't quite ready for it yet. "Stop...sucking..." he uttered, barely able to get the words out. "Sit back...open wide...and don't...swallow it..." he continued, reaching down and taking hold of his shaft, picking up the strokes in the absence of Jacob's muzzle. As he saw the fox sit back and obey his commands, the stallion quickly pumped himself to climax, whinnying as he started shooting jets of horse cum across Jacob's face.

Unable to move without disobeying, Jacob closed his eyes and endured what felt like an onslaught. Ropes of jizz smacked his ears, his forehead, his nose, his tongue, and even went as low as his chest. Before the stallion was done, the vulpine's maw started overflowing, letting the jizz flow down from the corners of his muzzle, forming two distinct rivers of it flowing down his neck.

"Oh yeah..." the horse whispered, out of breath as he finished painting the fox, dribbling the last few weak shots down onto the tops of Jacob's legs. Reaching down into his shorts, the stallion grabbed his phone and took a few quick photos, making sure his cock was in view to show the monster that made the mess. "Much better. You look so good covered in cum..." he paused, finally deciding to let the fox proceed. "I got what I needed; you can swallow now."

Jacob's ears flattened, embarrassed as he listened to what was intended as a compliment. With a bit of regret, he closed his lips and swallowed everything that hadn't spilled out in one gulp. While the bulk of it was gone, the taste was still on his tongue and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

If he'd had any energy left, he'd have demanded the horse delete the photos, despite the hypocritical nature of the request. Jacob had taken photos of plenty of the sluts in here around his cock, and it was one of the perks of a place like this, encouraging the free advertising of the services their sluts offered. On the other end of it though, Jacob didn't want proof of his acts, even if the other workers didn't mind it. As it was, the fox was too mentally exhausted after finishing his second blowjob of the day. He could still feel not just the heavy, sticky load matting down his fur, but the cool air inside the building still assaulting his barely-covered tailhole.

"Anything else?" Jacob finally uttered, kneeling on the ground and staring up at the slightly-softer horsecock, glistening in the lights with his saliva.

"Nah, you're good, slut. Money's still on the table," the nameless male replied, still leaning back in his chair and basking in his post-orgasmic bliss.

"'Kay," Jacob said simply, gingerly getting to his footpaws and taking the money, walking away without another word. The stallion thought it was odd with how impersonal Jacob was, but he didn't question it - he still got a few good pics out of it, not to mention blowing a sizeable load over the smaller male. The two parted ways and Jacob quickly made his way back to the employees only area, practically running back to Barry's office before he could be told to do anything else.

As he stepped inside, the elephant spun his chair around, facing away from the cameras and looking at Jacob directly. "Nice work," Barry remarked, stroking his shaft, clearly having been enjoying the show. Even after using Jacob earlier, the elephant still got excited watching his whores please his clients. "Got the money?"

Jacob nodded, defeated, walking across the office and placing the slightly cum-covered $50 on Barry's desk without saying a word. The elephant picked it up, smiling as he slipped it inside one of his desk drawers. While he debated increasing the mess on Jacob, he simply waved the fox off for now. "Alright, you got the job. As much as I want to plow your ass again, I'll give it a break for today - we'll have plenty of time in the future. Go on home and come back here again tomorrow at seven. You can have a shot at the night crowd." Jacob nodded again and turned around, taking a few steps toward the door. He was interrupted, however, when Barry cleared his throat.

"Hang on," the elephant started. "Where are you going? I just hired you - I think that deserves a thank you at the very least."

Jacob sighed. "Thanks..." he said softly, head bowing down a bit as his arms lay limply at his sides, dejected.

"That's more like it. Just in case it's not clear, sluts like you are judged based on how much money they bring in. You'll get some of the drunkards or the guys already on the edge just by being there at the right time, but with that attitude you'll never be able to seduce some of the guys who aren't sure. Something to think about, if you don't want to be out of a job again," the elephant lectured.

Unable to come up with much of anything to say and beaten down in every conceivable way since he was in dress clothes yelling at a tiger just this morning, Jacob nodded again. "Understood..." he said simply, turning toward the door once more. This time, Barry let him go, shaking his head and wondering whether he made the right choice in bringing the fox onto the staff.

As Jacob made his way back out into the public area, he kept his head down. He'd gotten the inadvertent order from Barry to head home before he could even ask about getting his normal clothes back on, leaving the fox in just the ridiculously undersized thong. As he passed by the bar on the way out, however, the stallion behind it took notice.

"Jacob?!" Theo asked incredulously, not expecting to see the uptight, asshole of a fox covered in cum. Or at least, not nearly this quickly.

"Shut up," the fox spat, still walking as fast as he could toward the doors. His head stayed down, pushing his way outside and back onto the sidewalk, cursing at the daylight. With as early as he'd left his office job, it was still evening, and furs were everywhere on the sunny streets. Knowing he had to get home, however, Jacob simply set off, ignoring the stares he was getting.

While his state wasn't strictly illegal, it certainly wasn't encouraged, or even common to see. Nude furs were becoming slightly more common, but even they had enough shame not to present an overly-sexual nature. Yet here was a fox with a full load on his face and another split between his head and ass, strolling down the sidewalk in broad daylight next to other fully clothed furs.

Jacob almost considered it a blessing that no one wanted to get near him. He didn't have to deal with rude comments or questions, and he could avoid the looks by just keeping his head down. The only thoughts on his mind were a nice, soft bed to climb in, and a stiff drink to wash the taste of cum out of his maw. Unfortunately, the fox's day wasn't over quite yet, and soon found himself bumping into a pair of furs who hadn't moved out of the way.

"Move," Jacob said simply yet sternly, looking up at the two blocking him from getting home.

"Aww, big talk from a little guy," one of the wolves teased. "Especially a walking billboard asking for dick. Lucky for you, foxy, we've got a couple right here for ya."

"Just move," Jacob repeated. "If it's not obvious, I'm tired as fuck, just let me past."

"I bet you got enough energy for a couple more rounds in there," the second wolf piped up. "Tell ya what - we'll leave it up to you. We'll get out of your way, but we'll be juuuuust over here, ready to go," he teased, taking a few steps toward a nearby alleyway. "I bet I know what you'll pick."

The second wolf took off after the first, smirking over his shoulder as he looked back at the fox. "Come on foxy, let's have some fun! Join us!" He jested, disappearing around the corner.

Just when Jacob thought he was going to get away and head back home, the last little jab was enough to change his mind. While he still wanted to go lie down, part of him now felt obligated to have some fun with the wolves, and he couldn't stop himself from joining the pair in the alley, sighing as he walked over.

"There he is! I knew you couldn't resist," one of the larger males piped up, smirking as he watched Jacob walk toward him.

"Of course he couldn't," his partner piped up. "I'm Jeff, this is Martin, by the way," he said, introducing the pair.

"Please, you think he cares about names? I bet he'd fuck anybody," Martin, the taller of the two remarked. "He's more cum than fox at this point."

"Oh shut up, I want him to know who's gonna ruin his holes," Jeff replied.

Martin simply shook his head. "Look at him, there's no way they're not ruined already," he remarked, finally turning his attention back toward the waiting fox. "Surprised you didn't slurp it all down though. I'll give you another shot," he instructed, wiping a couple fingers through his own fur and collecting what got stuck to it from his earlier contact with Jacob. "Suck 'em clean."

Jacob, powerless to resist, leaned forward and took the two gray-furred fingers into his muzzle, sucking every last bit of leftover horse and elephant jizz off them and swallowing it down. He sighed after he was finished, which to him was more in exasperation, but was quickly picked up on by Jeff.

"You hear that? Bitch fucking loves cum," the smaller wolf remarked, "don't you?"

"Yes," Jacob replied, before he'd even realized the word was coming out of his maw. The suggestion that he loved it was enough to change his attitude toward it, and while it was previously just a salty, sticky, oddly-textured mess, he now found he couldn't get enough of it. Almost as if he were proving his answer, his tongue stuck itself out and wiped his lips of some of the leftover jizz, pulling it in and sucking it down.

"That's what I like to hear," Martin remarked. "You'll get plenty of more of it, slut. Now c'mere," he continued, taking a few steps around the fox and shedding his shorts as he did, stepping up behind the vulpine and pressing his sheath against Jacob's ass, grinning as he felt it sticky already.

"Why do you get his ass?" Jeff whined, quickly removing his shorts as well, stepping in front of the fox. The tip of his shaft slowly started revealing itself, growing longer and thicker while Jacob watched.

"Because stopping him was my idea," Martin quipped, moaning softly as he ground his lengthening cock up and down between Jacob's asscheeks. The simple grinding motion was enough to snap the thin fabric of Jacob's undergarments, not even noticed by the lupines with how small it was. It wasn't long before Martin grew tired of waiting, lining the tip up and slipping it inside, using Barry's load as lube. His fuzzy sheath soon pressed right up against Jacob's tailhole, keeping it there even as his shaft continued growing inside the cum-soaked bowels.

Grumbling as he was relegated to Jacob's maw, Jeff stepped a bit closer and stroked his shaft a bit, bringing it to its full hardness just as Martin found himself now fully stretching Jacob's ass. It wasn't quite as big as Barry's shaft, but certainly felt every bit as long. As only the second cock inside the fox's rear, it was certainly going to leave an impact.

"Come on now, bend over and start suckin'," Jeff instructed, reaching out and guiding Jacob's head down. It was an awkward position for the fox as the wolves didn't take the time to get him onto all fours, simply taking control of him from both sides while standing up. He made it work, however, and with the experience granted him earlier today, he soon found both his holes pressed right up against a gray-furred sheath, fully enveloping the pair of wolf dicks.

"Mmmf...bitch has got a mouth on him. Didn't even have to ask him to take it all, he fuckin' deepthroated it right away," Jeff remarked, holding Jacob in place for now.

"Not exactly a challenge," Martin joked, pulling a few inches out and roughly shoving them back in Jacob's hole, wasting no time in getting to work.

"Please, fucker, I'm every bit as big as you," Jeff rebutted, finally taking his paw off the back of Jacob's head, letting him set the pace.

"Are not. Last time we measured, you were only fifteen inches," Martin said pointedly, placing his paws on the fox's hips for better leverage.

"Oh, I'm sorry, half an inch makes all the difference..." Jeff said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, my knot's bigger. You're not even gonna be able to plug his hole when you're done."

"Please - this slut's already squeezing my dick for all it's worth, I might not even be able to tie at all at this rate," Martin huffed, picking up the pace slightly, now rather audibly slapping his hips against Jacob's cheeks.

"Fuck you again, for taking his ass..." Jeff trailed off, bucking his hips slightly up into Jacob's muzzle.

"Hey, gotta give him what he wants, and this slut loves to feel his ass as full as it can get. Sorry if you can't provide," Martin continued.

"He's certainly not complaining on this end either. Slut's barely pulling off at all, pretty little whore can't resist cramming a dick down his throat when he gets the chance."

"Such a fox. Bet he gets off to this too. Won't even have to touch him, and he'll end up painting the ground white just off feeling his holes filled."

"Ass, mouth, paws, doesn't matter - this slut just loves the feel of dick in and around him."

As the lupines continued ravaging him, their words slowly sank in. While Jacob's cock was out by this point, it was mostly due to the pressure on his prostate. Soon enough, however, he began to realize the other joys there were to bottoming. He flexed his tailhole a bit, clamping down on the wolf's shaft, only to hear the moans echo out behind him in response. The increased sense of fullness made his own dick throb, slapping up into his stomach and adding a bit of pre to the fur. The same thing happened when he swallowed around the length he was bobbing up and down on, feeling his throat close around the hot flesh.

"Not tired anymore, are ya whore?" Martin teased as sensations of pleasure shot up his cock and into his body, having a tight hole become even tighter egging him on.

"Definitely got his energy back," Jeff added. "I bet he'd be heard a mile away, moaning his ass off if his throat wasn't busy."

While Jacob still wasn't keen on others knowing about his current activities, the dirty talk of the lupines transformed the activity from simply a job he was doing into a bit of guilty pleasure for the fox. While he wasn't going to chase down every dick he saw, he certainly wasn't going to complain when he got the chance to take care of one. His reluctant nature at the start was gone, and he was every bit as into it as the wolves were by now, roughly bumping his lips into the ever-growing knot in front of him and pushing his hips back into the one demanding entry into his ass.

After all three started going at it with equal enthusiasm, it wasn't long before the show hit its climax. Jacob felt his tailhole repeatedly assaulted with the now-engorged knot, unsure how he'd fit it inside but determined to do so. He knew he'd never get the one banging against his muzzle in there, but it didn't stop him from trying, spreading his lips around the front of it each time he held the cock in his esophagus. He brought his paws into the mix as well, one doing work to massage the lupine's sack and help coax his drink out, while the other wrapped itself around behind the knot, trying to help with the tie.

Martin was the first to go, bringing his hips back and powerfully thrusting into Jacob's rear a few more times, howling with lust as his knot finally breached the tight sphincter, splitting the fox wide open and forcing him to accept the full length. A couple weak pushes and pulls later, putting more and more stress on Jacob's hole, the fox could feel the now-familiar sensations of warm jizz spraying in his bowels. The sensation only kept him going more, feeling himself close to the edge as he continued working Jeff over, doing everything he could on both ends of his body to milk the lupines dry.

Soon after seeing Jacob's tailhole flooded, Jeff couldn't last much longer. His hips bucked a few times, but Jacob kept his paw firmly in place, holding behind the knot while it smacked against his lips, keeping his throat relaxed for the shaft to come and go as it pleased. Before long, the rough twitching started, feeling it jump every time a new rope of cum shot out and into his gut. Sensing no resistance from the wolf, Jacob eased his maw off a bit as he felt the load weakening, keeping the tip inside his muzzle and letting the last few ropes grace his tongue, savoring the taste. The flavor alone was enough to cause the fox to release his own load over the ground, pushed over the edge as he swallowed the lupine's cum - after all, he absolutely loved it.

Martin panted as he looked down over the fox, out of breath but extremely satisfied. He reached up and patted Jacob on the back of the head, letting him know he'd gone a good job, but also couldn't resist forcing the vulpine's head back down Jeff's shaft a bit as he did. Jacob effortlessly accepted it, letting his head move down it before pulling it back up again, this time finally letting it fully out of his muzzle. Not quite able to let it go, however, he stuck his tongue out and started lapping at it, determined to get every drop of cum he could.

"Lucky we came along," Jeff uttered, shivering a bit as the tongue attacked his cock. "Bitch was thirsty."

"This end's no different - feels like he's still trying to pull me in deeper," Martin remarked. "We got a while - foxy, I'm gonna kneel down, you're gonna have to go with me. My legs aren't gonna last standing this long."

It was awkward, but Jacob obeyed, gingerly moving down to the ground with the wolf. He got onto all fours, finding the position much easier, leaning forward and resting on his paws a bit as the shaft still throbbed irregularly inside his ass. Once they were more comfortable, they sighed with relief, knowing it would be a bit. The alley was quiet for a while as the three regained their breath and waited it out, but not being part of the tie and finding himself a bit bored, Jeff found another way to entertain himself.

"Think I got one last thing for ya, if you're interested," the wolf remarked, kneeling in front of the fox and presenting him with his shaft again. Jacob, seeing no reason not to, immediately leaned forward and took it back in his muzzle, suckling at the tip. "There ya go...drink it all," Jeff instructed, and soon after, Jacob felt an acrid burst of piss assaulting his tongue.

"I swear, you always do that when you get the mouth..." Martin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Gotta do something while I wait on you. Lucky it's not me back there, or we'd be here an extra twenty minutes at least."

As the wolves got into their next sparring match, Jacob struggled with the task at hand. The rather direct order prevented him from doing anything but chugging, but the taste across his tongue was horrid. He winced as the marvelous flavor of jizz was washed away and replaced with burning piss, only able to keep his stomach from rejecting it due to the control over his mind. True to his orders though, Jacob drank every last drop of it, even sucking on the tip again to make sure he fully obeyed.

"Finally done?" Martin asked, a bit annoyed. The larger wolf wasn't entirely into watersports but didn't hate it enough to ask Jeff to hold off. Jeff, on the other hand, loved it, and usually did this regardless of which hole he was in.

"Yep, all done. Good work, foxy - not a lot of guys out there able to stomach it, but you took it like a champ," Jeff praised. Jacob nodded slightly but remained silent - he was focused on trying to scrape up as much cum as he could from the sides of his face, quickly lapping it up to replace the horrid flavor he'd been introduced to. "Sorry 'bout the taste," the wolf laughed, "I'll make sure I piss in your maw first next time, and cum second. Speaking of which," he paused, turning around and grabbing his phone out of his shorts on the ground, "put your number in there. We're definitely gonna see each other again."

Jacob, powerless to obey, lifted up one of his paws and took the phone. He entered his name and number into the lupine's contacts, passing it back to the pleasure of the two lupines.

"Jacob. Cute name," Jeff remarked, realizing he hadn't known it until now. "You about done back there?" He asked, turning his attention to Martin, hoping they'd be able to leave soon.

"Can probably pull it out, but it'll hurt. Brace yourself Jacob," he instructed. With a few rough jerks of his hips, his knot finally popped free of the fox's ass, letting loose the torrent of cum stored inside. It splashed down Jacob's legs and onto the ground, making an even bigger mess of the fox's backside. Before Martin could stand up, however, Jacob whipped himself around and engulfed the shaft with his muzzle, greedily sucking every last bit of cum off it he could.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding - this slut's needy as fuck," Martin remarked as Jacob pulled back off, now attacking the knot with his tongue and slurping it clean too. "Expect a call soon, slut - we'll be back for more, and with friends."

Jacob just gave a thumbs up, refusing to remove his muzzle for the time being, only stopping once the flesh was completely free of wolf jizz. Knowing his knot now wasn't going to go completely down anytime soon, Martin reached down and picked up his shorts, slinging them over his shoulder. Jeff did the same, grabbing his own as the pair marched out of the alley, cocks still erect as they rejoined the rest of the furs on the sidewalk.

The fox remained resting in the alley for a bit longer, wiping his fingers over his ass and sucking them clean, still madly in love with the taste after his encounter with the wolves. Even after cleaning himself as much as he could, Jacob remained in the alley, jerking off a couple more times behind a dumpster with the state he was in. He could still smell and taste the other men who'd used his body today, and it was more than enough to keep him excited. It was only when it got late enough that he wouldn't be seen by nearly as many people that he did his best to run home, out of sight of the world, where he could continue indulging in his guilty pleasure. He finally laid down on his bed, relaxing on the sheets, not bothering to shower as he stroked himself to completion one final time. A part of his mind still hated knowing the slut he'd become, but an ever-growing portion of it was loving every second.

---

Jacob slowly got into the swing of things at his new job. When he was busy, there was nowhere he'd rather be - every time his throat was stretched around a cock, he found himself wishing it were bigger. When his tailhole was split wide open by a girthy length, he'd beg to be pounded harder. The fox was raking in not just the usual fares but tips as well, providing the best service he could, and truly showing the customers just how much he cared.

The odd juxtaposition with his mind, however, was still present. When someone invited him over, he couldn't be more excited. When it came to propositioning random guys around the room though, Jacob struggled. His shame over his role prevented him from actively seeking out the next cock to service, despite his excitement during the act. After the third day of watching Jacob wander around aimlessly in the main hall until someone beckoned him, Barry decided to speak with the new fox.

The elephant leaned against his desk, arms crossed as he watched Jacob join him in his office. The vulpine shut the door quickly, unsure exactly what Barry wanted to talk about, but knowing it likely wasn't good. Upon receiving the invitation to sit, Jacob plopped himself in the chair in front of his new boss, waiting to hear whatever the elephant had to say.

"Thanks for coming, Jacob. How're you feeling about the new job?" He asked conversationally, remaining standing, looking down at the fox.

"Not bad," Jacob started, noncommittally. "It's a job."

"Just a job? No opinions one way or the other?" Barry pushed.

"Not really," Jacob replied, unwilling to divulge anything of the inner turmoil he was going through.

"Huh. Not the answer I expected - usually the sluts here either love it or just feel completely disgusted with themselves for doing something like this. Either of those fit you?" The elephant continued.

"Nope," the fox said simply, despite feeling both at once.

"Interesting. Well, let me tell you why I called you in here today. As I'm sure you're aware by now, there are a few major aspects to this job. One, obviously, is how well you get a guy off. I think judging by the size of the tips you've reported lately, that's not a problem. When you're engaged, you're really engaged, and the guys couldn't leave happier. Hell, I wish you'd been half as excited when I fucked you a few days ago. What is the problem, however, is how many guys you engage with. Every time I check the cameras, you're either wandering around waiting on someone to call you over, or you're having the time of your life on someone's cock. When you do get called, it's usually by a guy who's been jerking it for a while, basically using you to finish him off. See where I'm going with this?"

Jacob didn't speak, simply nodding a bit, continuing to stare forward. Noting the silence, Barry spoke up again. "If you see it, then it should be obvious what to do, but since you can't even speak, I don't think you will. You know what I do think?" Barry asked, but given the silence from the fox, he continued as if it were rhetorical. "I think you love the job here, but you just can't bring yourself to admit it. I see you attacking a guy's crotch to get his cock in you faster, and you never spill a drop of cum unless a guy pulls you off his dick and makes you take it to the face. Plus, not only are you drooling, but my eyes are up here," Barry said pointedly, smirking to himself as Jacob wrenched his head upward and looked at the elephant's face for the first time, not having realized he'd been staring at the crotch in front of him.

"But even with all of that, I've yet to see you be the one to initialize an encounter with someone. I think you're ashamed of it, even if you have fun while you fuck. Tell me - am I right?" Barry asked, though he was fairly sure of the response already. Jacob remained silent, lowering his head once more, but staring at the ground now. "I thought so. I'm gonna give you some advice, and if you want to keep this job, I suggest you take it. Get over your shame. You clearly enjoy taking dick, and I'd wager that your biggest pain of getting called in this office is that you're not out there doing that right now. I know it's easier said than done, but start acting more confident. Be proud of your sluttiness. The world's changing, and sex is becoming less and less taboo. Get ahead of the curve, fuck all the guys out there you can, and brag about it. You only get one life, and if you keep preventing yourself from doing what you love, you'll live to regret it. Understand?" Barry asked, hoping the message sank in.

With Jacob's readily accepting mind, the lecture sure had an impact. By the time Barry stopped talking, not only was the fox feeling desperately empty, but felt fully prepared to ask any guy he saw to fuck him. Not wasting a second, Jacob's head perked back up and looked straight forward at the elephant's clothed package again, reaching out and running his paw over it.

"Oh I understand," Jacob replied, looking up at the elephant and licking his lips. "I'm gonna suck every dick I can get my lips around, starting right here," he remarked, already moving his paw up and undoing the elephant's zipper.

Barry sighed, shaking his head. "I really do need you out there working, but I suppose I should encourage you being bold like this...Go on, get it out, just make it quick."

Jacob wasted no time in obeying, bringing his other paw into the mix and practically throwing the elephant's pants down to the floor when they were loose, immediately shoving his face into the larger male's crotch. He shuddered with pleasure as he inhaled the musk, grinding his muzzle against the flaccid length, giving soft kisses down it. Before it could even begin hardening, he took the tip between his lips and gave it a few good sucks. His tongue attacked the head, lapping up the small bits of pre making themselves known, but Jacob wasn't happy with that. Unsatisfied with how long it was taking for a rigid cock to impale his throat, he attacked the full shaft with his tongue, slobbering up and down it in a fevered attempt to harden it.

"Geez, where the fuck was all this a few days ago?" Barry asked happily, reaching forward and resting a paw on the back of Jacob's head. He didn't force at all, but he liked being able to at a moment's notice.

Jacob obviously didn't reply, having gone back to the tip and started trying to swallow it again. It still wasn't fully hard, but that didn't deter the fox, finding a way to fit most of the shaft inside his muzzle before he pulled it back out again. Soon enough, his efforts came to fruition as he found his nose buried in his boss' crotch, relieved at feeling his throat stretched around the gray shaft once more.

The fox worked quickly, with neither of the two talking throughout. This was just a quickie, meant to give Jacob his reward for being such a good slut. His maw traveled up and down the length, saliva dripping down onto the elephant's sack where his paws massaged it into the flesh, doing their best to coax his drink out. He'd pull off every few bobs, run his tongue along the underside of the shaft from base to tip, then inhale the entire length once more. Barry had never had a slut quite this enthusiastic slobbering over his dick, and his surprise mixed with the intensely pleasurable friction radiating through his cock brought him to the edge quickly.

"Don't swallow any..." Barry instructed, finding his orgasm come on faster than he thought even possible. "Just let it get all over you..." he uttered.

Jacob gave the quickest of thumbs up in understanding, still salivating over the length and ruthlessly urging his reward out of its hiding place. Once he started feeling the length throb, he regretfully pulled off, still having the wolves' words in his mind from the night before about being happiest when impaled on a cock. He couldn't disobey the elephant though, and rather quickly stroked the pachyderm to his climax, feeling nearly as happy as Barry himself when he took the first blast of jizz straight between his eyes. The fox continued painting himself with the load, taking most of it to the face but making sure he coated as much of himself as he could, practically using the elephant's shaft like a shower head. Even after the load stopped, Jacob started smearing the load all throughout his fur, completely marking himself as his boss' slut.

Barry panted as he looked down at the fox, impressed at the sudden change made. He supposed Jacob just needed a bit of direction, an outside view to tell him where to improve. Jacob certainly took it to heart as well, now feeling more confident when covered in cum than not. As the vulpine's paws moved lower in his continued quest to not leave a single strand of fur not covered in elephant seed, he simply ripped off the small thong he'd gotten as a replacement, vowing never to put it on again. He was perfectly fine being fully naked, thank you very much.

As the fox finished, he finally looked up at the elephant again, more confident than the pachyderm had seen him so far. "Now unless you're ready for a round two...I think I've got some more dick to suck," Jacob replied, grinning up at his boss. The fox stood up, turning around and lifting his tail, shaking his ass toward the elephant and teasingly revealing his other hole. Not expecting anything, the vulpine headed for the door and twisted the knob, opening it slightly. He soon found it slammed back shut though as Barry came forward and forced it closed once more. Before Jacob could even turn his head, he felt his boss' still-erect shaft underneath his tail, working its way inside for another go.

After finishing the elephant off for a second time, the rest of the night went on much like how it did in Barry's office. Sometimes, before Jacob had even finished with one customer, he'd be chatting up another while bouncing up and down in someone's lap. It was rare for the fox to go more than five minutes without one of his holes being used, and despite never once touching himself, found his cock extremely sensitive after repeatedly cumming throughout the night.

At this point in his life, Jacob couldn't be happier. He loved working here more than he'd enjoyed anything ever before, and it seemed everyone around enjoyed him too. By the end of his next week, Jacob found himself simply unable to leave even after his workday ended. He'd begun asking Barry to schedule him for double or even triple shifts for no extra pay. After a month in, Jacob had managed to truly become a full-time employee, with Barry easily agreeing to convert a private room into a bedroom for his best employee by far. Jacob virtually never left the building now, with his addled mind preventing him from thinking of anything but dick, finding himself out on the floor stuffed with cock any time he wasn't sleeping. Barry brought in enough food for Jacob and stored it in the bedroom, not wanting to get in the way of the fox bringing in nearly a thousand dollars an hour alone.

With everything so perfect now, it was hard to even fathom a way for it to get better. At the end of one of his nights on the floor, however, Jacob was finishing up one of his last customers before he had to go pass out from exhaustion. He found himself on his knees in front of a stallion, lips wrapped around the head of the shaft as he guzzled down his reward, slurping up every last dollop of cum he was given. His paws worked overtime in milking the length as well, not wanting a single bit of the delicious fluid to escape.

Just when he started to pull off though, the horse gripped the back of Jacob's head and held him in place, drunkenly slurring down at the vulpine at this late hour. "Whurr....whurr d'ya tink yur gone?" the stallion spoke in what was barely recognizable as English. "Kip...Keep drinkin'..."

Jacob's ears perked as he listened to the horse, but he was more confused than anything. It was with a rush that he'd remembered his night in the alley nearly a month ago, and suddenly what the stallion wanted was clear. The second he'd figured it out, the shaft in his muzzle softened enough to let the stream flow, and Jacob once more felt the acrid taste of urine assaulting his tongue.

Powerless to resist the drunken horse's command to keep drinking, the fox obeyed, chugging piss as fast as he could. While it wasn't that strong with as much booze as the equine had drunk, it was a lot, and every time he swallowed, he could feel his cheeks already bloating with more. It was a wonder Jacob managed to keep it all down with as tired as he was, but he found a way to do it. It took a couple minutes, but eventually the stream finally weakened. Jacob put his paws on his belly, feeling much more bloated than he usually did after a double shift of guzzling cum. As he sucked down the last few droplets, the horse finally released the fox, letting him sit back up. Before Jacob could even speak, he looked up and noticed the stallion had managed to pass out, already snoring with his cock still half-erect and draped over his leg.

Jacob simply shrugged, grabbing the money off the table and making his way back to the elephant's office, dropping off his last score of the day. As much as he wanted to keep going, he wasn't sure he'd even be able to walk back out to the main area without collapsing, still belching up cum and leaving a virtual river of it in his wake. With great effort, Jacob managed to make it back, twisting the familiar knob and heading in to see his boss.

"Hey, there he is!" The elephant boomed, glancing to his left. The pachyderm was seated at his desk, rapidly jerking off as he watched the cameras, enjoying the sights of his sluts at work. "How's my favorite whore?"

"Tired," Jacob mused, tossing a couple hundreds down on the elephant's desk, leaning over it. He knew better than to sit down in his current state, knowing he'd likely ruin the chair if he did.

"Not too tired I hope - c'mere, got one more drink for ya before bedtime," the elephant instructed. Jacob, immediately complying, circled the desk and knelt before the elephant, wrapping his lips around the tip of the shaft. Barry never stopped pumping though, and Jacob simply waited, letting the elephant do the work this time. It took less than thirty seconds before Jacob felt relieved as his boss' jizz washed the taste of piss out of his maw, replacing it with a much more favorable flavor.

Jacob gulped down every bit of his drink before he pulled off with a sigh, struggling to get back to his footpaws, very much ready to head to bed. "Thanks for the drink, sir," he said wearily, knowing better than to head off without showing his gratefulness.

"Anytime," Barry replied. "Before you go, though, take a look at this," he instructed, grabbing the remote to his right and rewinding one of the tapes, only to stop on a view of Jacob with his muzzle around the horse's shaft from earlier. "What's going on here?" he asked simply.

"Uh...a blowjob? They're kinda common around here, if you haven't noticed," Jacob joked, though he knew what the elephant was likely hinting at.

"Yeah yeah, I know you blew him, but after. You stayed on his cock for a long while," Barry observed, pointing back to the video where Jacob was still swallowing.

"He just had a big load..." Jacob lied lamely, scratching the back of his head.

"Now now, Jacob, I thought we got past your shame. Tell me the truth, what happened?" Barry asked again.

"I drank his piss," Jacob said almost immediately, unable to lie any longer.

"Oh really now? I didn't realize my champion cocksucker was a kinky fucker too. Love drinking piss, do ya?" The elephant teased further.

Jacob was fully prepared to say no, but the suggestion that he enjoyed it made his mind do a 180. While Barry's jizz was still the dominant taste in his maw, he could still taste hints of the stallion's piss, and just listening to his boss had made the taste go from awful to bland to amazing. "Yes," Jacob said simply, licking his lips.

"God, if I'd known earlier you were a urinal...hmm," Barry asked, clearly measuring his words very carefully. "Given that you drank every fucking drop of that without hesitation...you must be nastier than I thought. I'm going to take a stab and say you like shit too?"

"Yes," Jacob said again, though once more he had no idea where it came from. He'd never tried it, but even just the implication that he enjoyed it was enough to get him fantasizing about it.

"How come you never told me?!" Barry boomed. He stood up and nearly crushed the fox with a hug, not caring how much cum he got on himself, grinding his cock against Jacob's torso. Dollar signs were nearly visible in the elephant's eyes, way more excited than Jacob had expected. "Fucking toilet whore you are, I told you to stop being ashamed of things! I could've stopped buying you food ages ago and just shat down your throat! Oh, this changes things, you little shit lover. Lemme tell you about the real business that goes on here."

Jacob looked on intrigued as the elephant sat back down, Barry's cock still as erect as it was when the fox walked in. He'd never imagined doing anything toilet-related before, but after the brief conversation with his boss, now found himself wanting to try it more than anything. Even the suggestion that he was a toilet whore got his stomach grumbling, desperate to give it a go.

"You see, what you do out there, that's the public face of the business. That gets guys in the door and is what we call the volume side. It creates a lot of word of mouth about the business and brings in a lot of contacts for us. Each interaction's usually like twenty or fifty bucks, or if you really get a good tip out of someone, can be a hundred. The truth is, that's virtually nothing next to what goes on in the back rooms. Haven't you ever wondered what happens in the rooms next to your bedroom?"

"Not really..." Jacob remarked. "I've never heard any noises coming from them, so I just thought they were empty."

"Oh no. They're soundproofed, and quite well I might add. You see, we cater to...all kinds of fetishes here. Everything out there's vanilla," Barry paused, nodding toward the main area, "but we get asked if any of our sluts will go further quite often. We rent out the back rooms for private parties, stock 'em with whatever gear's needed, and bring in a slut who'll participate. We've got guys into BDSM, foot play, gangbangs, the works. You name it, it's probably happened back there. Those rooms can break ten thousand a night for the right clients, mostly because we keep it discreet. Furs pay top dollar to indulge in one of their hidden kinks somewhere they know they'll never get caught. Case in point, you thought the rooms were completely empty," the elephant instructed, with Jacob nodding in understanding.

"One of the requests we get the most often, though mostly through my friends..." the elephant trailed off, clearing his throat a bit, clearly not fully comfortable sharing this himself, "is toilet fetishes. Shit, piss, that kind of thing. I've yet to have a slut working here that's been into it though, so I've had to turn them down. Now, however..." Barry continued, face turning into a grin. "I know you wanted to go to bed, but you've got a couple more things to do before I let you. Get back down there," the elephant instructed, and Jacob obeyed.

Knowing what the elephant wanted and now finding himself craving the same thing, Jacob knelt down and wrapped his lips around the shaft once more, feeling his own length throb in anticipation. It took a couple minutes for Barry's shaft to go down enough to start, catching Jacob off guard when it finally did. The first assault quickly flooded the vulpine's maw, spilling out and cascading down his torso and onto the floor below. Soon regaining his composure, Jacob's throat soon was in full working order, chugging down the urine like his life depended on it.

Barry sighed with pleasure as he rested in his chair, relieving his bladder straight into the fox's gut. He'd found a way to bring up this potential job to no less than ten of his sluts, and had a couple quit over even being asked. He couldn't be happier to find out his most ravenous one was also his nastiest, not needing to instruct Jacob in the slightest as the flood of dark yellow liquid washed over the fox's tongue and down his throat.

Jacob hadn't questioned his change in mind in the slightest. If anything, he berated himself for being too ashamed to enjoy this the last couple times it happened, finding it more exciting than anything else now. The taste burned his tongue still, but the signals his brain was sending out got rerouted. Whereas normally his mind would be telling him that this was not only unsanitary, but extremely revolting and nauseating, it now only told him to keep drinking.

"That's a good toilet..." Barry sighed, feeling his stream finally weakening, bladder finally emptying out in the fox. "You enjoy that?" he asked, looking down at the fox.

Jacob simply nodded, not wanting to take the shaft out of his muzzle in case it was used again, with the elephant's cock still not having gone down despite pissing through it. Barry did consider further abusing the fox's throat, but wrote it off in favor of what was to come next, the nastiest thing Jacob had done so far.

"I know what you're thinking - I'll blow another load in you later. You've got a meal ready to come out of the oven though, my little shit eater," Barry cooed, pushing Jacob's head down lower and shifting his ass toward the edge of his chair.

The vulpine wasted no time in obeying, finding a hunger unlike anything he'd ever felt overtaking his body. His muzzle found its way underneath the elephant's sack, squirming between the gray-skinned cheeks and finding his way up against the tailhole hidden within. Not a second passed between his lips making contact and his tongue snaking out, forcefully gaining entrance in a desperate search for food. It didn't have to wait long, however, before it bumped up against something rather firm.

"Here it comes, you kinky fuck..." Barry warned, but Jacob needed no notice. He was already frantically digging his tongue into the tip of the log, scooping out small nuggets and gulping them down. Each time the taste hit him anew, his senses lit up, finding his cock jump just at the feeling of shit sliding down his throat. How had he never tried this before?!

Jacob only had time for a few tastes this way when, despite his sincerest efforts, the elephant's bowels proved to work more quickly than his tongue. His lips were parted by the log forcing itself out, and Jacob would rather die than miss any of his meal. Frantic chewing quickly ensued as the fox made sure it all ended up in his gut where it belonged. The first time his fangs sank into the loaf of elephant shit, he got a more powerful taste than he could have imagined. His mind worked overtime to convert the overwhelming disgust into debilitating pleasure, lighting up his brain like a fireworks display. Jacob was physically unable to do anything but feed, feeling an overwhelming desire to continue scarfing down Barry's waste.

It wasn't long before the first log was indistinguishable from diarrhea, completely liquefied inside the ravenous vulpine muzzle and slurped down to make room for more. During the few seconds of wait time, Jacob's tongue went right back inside, only to be forced out again by the next course of his meal. Again, his jaw went into overtime, all fatigue forgotten by this point as Jacob's remaining strength for the day went into his meal. Waste curled up in his cheeks as he refused to chew, letting it pile up as long as he possibly could before biting down again, enamored not just with treating it as food, but with the fetid flavor. As the third log started spearing through the Jacob's lips, his cock throbbed madly and sprayed his load over the ground underneath the elephant's chair, but neither of them even noticed it. The vulpine's mind was entirely focused on feces, not sparing even a parting thought for the orgasm he should have been enjoying.

When the third and fourth logs spilled out, Jacob got into a rhythm. These were far softer, and Jacob had almost an assembly line of a muzzle worked out. Shit pushed its way in, he swallowed what was ready to go down, and mashed his tongue into the oncoming logs to soften them up. At no time did the bulges in his cheeks go down, with the fox still unwilling to part with his precious gift if he didn't have to.

Like all good things though, even bowel movements had to come to an end. Jacob lost track of how many logs he'd swallowed, or even how long he'd been on his knees. The taste of piss in his muzzle had long been replaced with shit, and the vulpine couldn't have been happier with the upgrade. His absolute devotion to sucking down everything he was given wasn't broken until he found that no more was coming. He swished around the liquid waste in his muzzle for a while, lips still slightly parted at the gray pucker in anticipation of more, but none came. Finally realizing his work had come to an end, Jacob sat back upright, cheeks bulged as he looked up at the elephant.

Barry laughed as he looked over the fox. Usually, first-time shit eaters made an absolute mess, or at the very least gagged at the taste. No, the spell over the vulpine's mind led the elephant to believe he was dealing with an expert, and he couldn't have been happier. If you could ignore the smell, the only signs of the recent endeavor were nearly imperceptible brown smudges on Jacob's lips, having been almost perfect at guiding the logs inside with his tongue.

"God you're fucking hot...open up for me," Barry commanded. Jacob, whether not quite realizing how full his muzzle was or not able to swallow before being forced to obey, did just that. Liquid shit drizzled out of the corners of his muzzle, small streams flowing down his neck to decorate his fur. The rest remained right where it was, inside the vulpine's maw, a cesspool of formerly solid elephant excrement.

Uncaring about the mess he was about to make, Barry moved forward slightly and abruptly forced his shaft between Jacob's lips, sending splatters of shit flying out of the muzzle. Knowing the fox could take it by now, he gripped the vulpine's ears and started roughly thrusting in and out, soon feeling those parted lips sealing themselves around the shaft. The damage was done by now, with more of Jacob's fur turned brown and Barry's cock following suit, but neither of them cared. The sounds of the sloppy chewing had driven the elephant to the edge, and for the second time since entering the office and third time that day, Jacob found himself getting to spend precious little time with his boss' dick before his gut was filled with fresh jizz.

As Barry looked down at his favorite slut, admiring Jacob's throat bulged out with the shaft currently embedded in it, his cock throbbed once more and made the bulge pulse. A part of his mind was thinking of all the nasty things he could do to the fox, but a bigger part was focused on how much money he'd be able to make. All his friends who'd be clamoring to abuse the vulpine, all of their friends who'd be told to come try him out... Oh yes. This was going to be a very lucrative fox indeed.

Jacob, meanwhile, had no such thoughts. He was simply happy to be turned onto a new fetish he didn't know he had, and while he was still quite happy nursing on over a foot of elephant meat, his brain couldn't shake the focus on the taste of feces on his tongue. That more than anything was driving his mind, with the elephant's shit-eater name calling really emphasizing Jacob's role in society to him. Finally feeling the fatigue come back to him, Jacob soon passed out, falling asleep with his nose buried in the elephant's crotch.

---

After realizing the fox had fallen asleep that night, Barry could only laugh at the vulpine's devotion, using every last bit of his energy to please. He softened his cock just enough to let a small spurt of piss spray out into Jacob's stomach once more, then finally freed his shaft. Noticing the brown streaks on it, Barry smeared it on Jacob's fur for a bit, cleaning it off the best he could. The next thing the fox knew, he was waking up in his bed, still smelling like shit. He'd clearly been out for a while, as it was early morning when he'd finally passed out, but the clock told him it was evening.

If that wasn't enough evidence of how long it'd been, Barry had replaced his usual food delivery during the day to Jacob's room with a bathroom visit. An oversized bowl of mixed shit and piss sat on the floor, and after realizing the smell wasn't coming from him, Jacob's nose told him breakfast was served. With how long it had sat out, it wasn't nearly as warm as it would have been fresh, and the urine had turned entirely brown from mixing with the feces for so long. Jacob paid it no mind though, waking himself up rapidly and crawling over to the bowl on all fours, tearing at the meal with just his muzzle, making quick work of it. One of his paws went to work taking care of his morning wood while the other picked up his breakfast, tilting the bowl up and pouring the contents into his muzzle, still careful not to drop the slightest bit. After chugging the last soggy clumps of shit, he worked himself to orgasm, shooting over the floor of his bedroom to join the mess of other cum stains throughout the room.

Clearly not in a state to go out onto the main floor any longer, Jacob had been reserved for private affairs. Sometimes he'd serve multiple clients in one night, but more often than not, he'd be rented for an entire evening, pleasuring however he could. It was a change of pace from getting one guy off and moving to the next as fast as he could - he usually endured multiple orgasms from the same guys, and learned their triggers as the night went on to keep them going. Some were solo renters, just ashamed of their kinks and looking for something discreet, while others rented Jacob as a group and made complete use of his faculties.

It was nearly a week after Jacob's foray into toilet play, and he'd already brought in more money than he had the entire month he'd worked there prior. Private clients paid top dollar, and Jacob worked hard enough to earn every penny. Of course, he never saw a cent of it, purely happy to work for room and board. Barry, on the other hand, received every bit of it and couldn't be more pleased.

Tonight, a familiar scene occurred, with Barry pulling Jacob from his bedroom and leading him a few doors down the hall, quickly unlocking and pulling the vulpine into a one of the private suites, making sure they weren't seen. Inside was a dimly lit room, with most of the lights centered on the small stage, similar to the ones on the main floor. A stripper pole ran up the center of it, with small lights along the floor to show off the talent.

Two chairs sat facing the stage, with a small table between them. The same bowl that Jacob ate his breakfast from rested on the table, albeit empty for now. In the chairs, however, a pair of dragons sat, already naked in anticipation of the show. Each of them were easily able to dwarf the fox, and if they'd stood up, would have proven themselves even larger than Barry. Brent, the dragon on the right, was nearly entirely black, whereas Ray was mostly green, both with slightly lighter underbellies.Their cocks were flaccid for now, but both could put Jacob's hard length to shame even as they were. Hell, they were nearly as long as Barry's erect cock already, and the fox could only hope they weren't much longer when hard if he wanted his tailhole to remain intact.

"Brent, Ray, let me introduce you to tonight's entertainment," Barry said, barely able to contain his excitement, pushing the vulpine forward to the two dragons.

"Pleased to meet you," Jacob said seductively, moving to kneel before the two and licking his lips. He brought his paws to rest on their knees, one on each as he slowly moved up their thighs.

"Oh I bet you are..." Ray said with a grin, reaching out and patting the fox's head.

"Well, don't let me intrude. You guys have fun," Barry said with a grin, moving back toward the door.

"Uh uh uh," Brent chided, reaching over and lifting the bowl. "I think you're forgetting something."

"Oh right! How silly of me," the elephant remarked, taking the bowl and setting it on the ground. He dropped his shorts and squatted over it, letting out a sigh of relief as he let at least a day's worth of shit pour out, logs curling around on top of each other in the bowl. Jacob watched in earnest, salivating madly as he thought about rushing the bowl, but didn't want to spoil the potential fun later. It didn't take long before Barry finished, his ass spluttering and sending a few flecks of shit over the top. He picked up the nearly overflowing bowl and carefully set it back on the table, smirking as he realized Jacob was hungrily staring at the waste. The dragons both chuckled at the vulpine's reaction, seeing those eyes unwavering as they stared at the disgusting treat. As Barry redressed himself, he quietly told the dragons to enjoy before slipping out of the room, not wanting to ruin his clients' fun times.

As the door closed, Brent was the first to speak. "Well, well, well...we meet again," he replied, looking down at the vulpine, who was still paying him no mind, too distracted by the shit.

"You've fucked him before?" Ray asked, turning to face the other dragon.

"No, but we've met. Remember the arrogant fuck I told you about in the alley a month or so ago?"

"THIS is the guy you hypnotized? He seems harmless," Ray observed, poking the fox with his foot for good measure, proving the vulpine wasn't even listening.

"Yes, well, obviously his...treatment, is working. I'd wager the old fox is still in there somewhere though. Look at him - you can tell he's only doing this for his pleasure right now. He hasn't even made eye contact with us once yet," Brent observed. Jacob, too far lost, still didn't even turn his head.

"Slut!" The black dragon shouted, knowing no one outside the room could hear them. Jacob, suddenly jerked out of his trance, shook his head a bit, realizing he was drooling as he looked up at the commanding dragon. "That's better. Before we get properly started...I want to run a little experiment. You're going to do a few tricks for us. Stand up," the dragon ordered, smiling as Jacob did so.

"Good. You obeyed, so you've earned this," Brent replied, reaching to his side and grabbing a small glob of feces from the bowl, tossing it to Jacob. The fox immediately lunged for it, catching it out of the air in his jaws and gulping it down, not even bothering to chew. Nodding, the dragon continued. "Okay, now sit down again," he continued, and when Jacob did, he threw another nugget of shit at the vulpine.

"Slap yourself in the face," Brent said abruptly, going from rather tame commands to harsh ones fairly quickly, wanting to get to the point. Jacob, powerless to resist, soon felt the smack of his own paw against his cheek, momentarily upset but quickly relieved to catch the flying excrement in his muzzle.

Confused, Ray finally spoke up. "Uh...what're you doing?"

"Give me a second. Like I said, the old fox is in there somewhere," he spat, sounding more determined as he refocused on Jacob again.

"Again. Slap yourself again," Brent ordered, and Jacob obeyed. This time, however, there was no reward. Jacob whimpered when he realized it wasn't coming, but Brent shook his head. "Again," he said simply, and Jacob couldn't help but comply. His cheek was becoming rather sore at this point, but nothing would stop the paw from making rough contact with it. Jacob's whining turned to annoyance at this point with the pain, and while he did want to please the dragon, this wasn't how.

"Once more," Brent replied, staring down at Jacob with a predatory grin.

As the fox's paw contacted his face again, he couldn't help himself from speaking out. "At least give me some fucking shit!" he cried from his position on the floor, looking up at the dragon.

"Theeeere he is," Brent teased. "No, I don't think you've actually earned it. You've got a few lessons to learn before we continue," he remarked, standing up with a surprising speed for someone of his size.

"What the fuck are you-"

"Shut up," Brent interrupted, not allowing Jacob to speak. The vulpine was left with words in his throat, but they had no escape. Brent lifted his leg and pushed the fox onto his back, stepping rather forcefully onto the furry chest below and pinning the mammal to the ground.

"You insolent little shit. I paid quite a bit for you tonight, and you better fucking believe I'm getting my money's worth. You need to get something through your head - the only purpose you have in life is to please other guys. Outside of that, you are literally worthless. You know the other whores out there you abused? They're infinitely more valuable than you are. The only fucking pleasure you can feel in life is when the guy you're fucking is happy. If someone tells you to do something that you don't like, you still do it, and you enjoy it because they enjoy it. No one gives a fuck what your feelings are," Brent seethed, though as angry as he sounded, his shaft was rising slightly as he spoke. He clearly enjoyed verbally abusing the fox. Unsurprisingly, as Jacob was told his pleasure was tied to other guys' and saw Brent enjoyed it, he found himself growing fond of the abuse as well.

"You have no pride. You have no confidence. There's literally no one in the world beneath you," the dragon continued, grinding his scaly sole into Jacob a bit more. "Nothing you do has any value if it's not for getting a guy off. Even sleeping - if you don't have at least one guy buried inside the entire time, it was wasted effort, and you should feel absolutely horrible for it. See this bowl of shit? If I didn't enjoy seeing you eat it, you'd have no appetite for it. Tonight, you have no likes outside of what we like. You have no thoughts outside of pleasing us. You won't do anything unless you think it'll make us happy. You got it?" He finished, continuing to stand on the fox, waiting for Jacob to nod.

"Good. Now slap yourself again," Brent ordered, and Jacob obeyed. This time, however, as Jacob saw how much the dragon enjoyed the abuse, he felt a surge through his own shaft. By the time the rant was over, all three were hard, ready to go.

"Sorry for the delay," Brent said rather cheerfully, changing his tone as he turned around toward Ray with a grin on his face, watching the Green dragon lightly stroking himself.

"Hey, no complaints here. You know I love seeing you get all dommy on these whores," Ray said with a grin of his own.

"And you know I love doing it. Now, I've given enough instructions for the time being - why don't you take a crack at it?"

"Hmm...y'know, I think he's a bit too clean to be serving guys like us. Slut, take this bowl and get up on the stage. Dance for us, but I want you to cover yourself in shit while you do. Don't stop until the bowl's empty," Ray instructed.

Jacob immediately tried to obey but found himself still stuck in place. Brent stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Jacob struggling underfoot, desperately trying to fulfill his command, but physically unable to overpower the black dragon. Eventually, Brent relented and lifted his leg, letting the fox go. He quickly scrambled over to the bowl and rushed on stage, worried about disappointing his dragon commanders, setting it down near the pole.

When Brent returned to his seat, Jacob started to work. The vulpine picked up a couple pawfuls of his boss' waste and placed them on his hips, swaying them slightly and grinning down at the dragons. His paws slowly traced over his curves, absolutely covering the fur with feces as he did, leaving two thick brown streaks down his sides. Once those globs of waste were gone, he went back for more, lifting his tail and turning around for his audience. His ass swayed in circles as his paws worked over the cheeks, painting his rump with shit.

The dance went on for a while, with Jacob doing his best to make sure he was both pleasing to watch and fully covered, true to his command. Even when the fox coated his cock in shit, there was no additional enjoyment behind it - his pleasure was completely forgotten about in his mind, only enjoying what the dragons did. As Jacob's entire body had turned brown, he looked down at the bowl and realized he still somehow had more to work with. Not seeing a reason not to, he knelt next to it and picked the bowl up, holding it over his head. With a wink to the dragons that could barely be seen beneath the shit coating his face, he flipped it upside down, letting the few logs left inside land on him with a rather rough splat, smacking both his face and chest on the way down.

Ordinarily, Jacob would have probably eaten as much of the waste as he could've gotten away with, but under his new orders, he couldn't. Covering himself was the only thing the dragons wanted, and he felt the most pleasure from that. The drive to scarf it down was no longer even in his mind, forgetting his short-lived devotion to it.

Setting the now-empty bowl on the ground next to him, Jacob sighed happily as he sat on the stage, with rather thick marks of brown all over the ground around him. The dragons stroked themselves as they watched, happily seeing the fox completely cover himself in waste, knowing the night was still young.

"What're you thinking?" Brent asked, turning toward Ray at long last, breaking the silence after their show.

"I'm thinking I've been holding in a dump all day in anticipation of this, and I can't wait any longer," the green dragon mused. "Shithead, get down here and lay on your back."

Jacob, knowing the dragon was talking to him, quickly complied. He got to his footpaws, leaving tracks of shit behind him as he walked, and soon lay down at the foot of the chairs. As Jacob got into position, Ray did as well, standing up and squatting over the fox's muzzle. "This batch, eat as much as you like," the dragon instructed, already feeling his tailhole bulge out. "But keep your head on the ground - I know Brent likes to watch his whores eat," Ray said with a wink, turning to face the black dragon. Brent only smirked in response, watching the pair go at it.

As the green dragon's pucker quivered slightly, Jacob licked his lips. While his universal desire to eat was gone, it was quickly put back for tonight, as the dragons clearly enjoyed their filth play. It didn't take long before the first chunky log was pushing its way out of the scaly ass, soon dropping into Jacob's waiting jaws. His teeth tore through the chunky, dark brown feces, even using his paws to scoop up the bits that didn't end up inside. He was frantically cramming his maw full of it, even swallowing chunks far larger than he should have just in the name of getting it down as soon as possible.

Not one to be left out, but also not needing Jacob to listen to any commands, Brent knelt at the fox's other end. He grabbed the subservient toilet by the ankles, lifted his lower body up, and quickly positioned himself at the fox's rear entrance. Jacob's legs rested against the scaled chest as the dragon found his way inside rather quickly, noting almost no resistance from the hole at this point. Brent's scales were quickly becoming messy themselves as Jacob's shit-covered fur came into contact with them - apparently, Brent and Ray didn't mind getting a little messy themselves.

The black dragon started pumping away at Jacob's rear as the onslaught of feces continued, watching each log land on top of the last, piling up before the toilet could flush them down. Jacob's face was almost entirely covered in a mound of waste less than thirty seconds in, and despite his best efforts to shrink it, it wasn't going anywhere. More and more continued piling up, and every log dropped on the fox motivated Brent to pound the gaping hole that much harder.

While Jacob couldn't see the pair any longer, he knew his actions were making them happy. The strongest evidence for which, if it wasn't obvious, was the oversized erection rapidly pistoning in and out of what could still only barely be called a tailhole. Jacob's anus was virtually nonfunctional at this point, serving more as an entrance than an exit, unable to really stop anything from going in or coming out. He could still feel the pleasured brutalizing of his walls though, and that was more than enough to excite the fox as well.

Listening to Brent having his fun, however, was making Ray a little jealous. While he certainly enjoyed making a mess of the fox, it wasn't as immediate as the pleasure of sinking your cock into the cavern he called an ass. Ray strained harder, grunting as the last few logs spluttered out of his ass, completely blocking off Jacob's air supply for the moment. The fox still didn't move though, eating away underneath it all, not given a reprieve for a second.

Ray rested for a moment when he found his bowel movement came to an end, feeling both relieved and aroused at the same time. Ready to finally do something about the latter, he got a bit lower and knelt down, wrapping his large paws around Jacob's chest and lifting him up out of the pile of waste. He temporarily removed one of his paws to grasp his shaft, bringing it forward and shoving it against the fox's lips. Needing no further instruction from there, the fox tilted his head backwards and gave the dragon a straight shot inside. Rather brutally, Ray thrust his hips forward and immediately saw the bulge shooting down the fox's neck, paving the way down with his cock. Jacob hadn't even swallowed his last mawful of crap before the dick did the work for him, shoving it into his stomach.

The pair of dragons kept Jacob suspended in midair as they erratically worked over both his holes, with no rhythm whatsoever when they pounded in. One thrust, they'd both be in sync with each other, resulting in Jacob feeling a rather large sack slamming into his nose and ass cheeks at the same time. Another, he'd be forced in one direction, only to find himself quickly shoved in the other as he met an oncoming, unyielding crotch.

Brent, having been going the longest, soon found himself ready to blow. The combined scents of the elephant's shit smeared all over the fox and Ray's dump still underneath Jacob's head was enough to drive him crazy, and the hole down below was milking him for everything he was worth. The black dragon roared out as his climax finally approached, slamming himself as hard as he could into Jacob a few last times. His balls contracted a bit as his load sprayed into the fox's bowels, absolutely flooding them with jizz. The only thing keeping it from pouring back out and across the floor was Brent's cock, though he felt even with as large as he was, he was barely able to plug it.

Brent panted as he rode out his orgasm, occasionally giving a few irregular thrusts into the fox, feeling his climax finish up almost a full minute later. As he eventually relaxed, his grip softened around Jacob's legs, letting them slide down his torso. For a moment, as Brent stayed fully erect, he was able to support Jacob's hindquarters and keep them off the ground. It wasn't long though before Jacob started sliding off that too, eventually landing on the ground with a splat, leaving the dragon's cock dripping over his stomach.

Ray, meanwhile, was still going. Even as Jacob's lower body fell to the ground, he kept the fox's head lifted up enough to keep thrusting into. The dragon repositioned himself, bending over a bit and using one of his paws to rest on the ground while the other supported Jacob's neck. His hips worked of their own accord now, fucking more down now than they were forward, angled right through Jacob's esophagus. Ray paid no mind to the fox's wellbeing, not giving him a chance to even breathe as he ruthlessly assaulted Jacob's maw, using it to the fullest extent he could. His brown shaft continued pistoning out, plowing through the leftover waste inside the fox's muzzle as it did.

While Brent was the one more obviously abusing Jacob at the start, Ray was certainly taking over now. The fox's body was bent in an awkward position, and the rough ramming into his throat would certainly leave him hoarse afterward, if not completely unable to speak due to the discomfort. Luckily for Jacob, the assault didn't last a whole lot longer, as Ray finally felt himself reaching orgasm as well. He hilted himself one final time, nuts resting comfortably over Jacob's nose as he started unloading straight into the fox's gut.

Jacob's throat jumped every time a new rope of cum shot out, causing Brent to smirk as he noticed the phenomenon, barely visible past Ray bent over the vulpine. The green dragon stayed hilted the entire time, making sure every bit of his seed ended up inside the cumdump that was Jacob. Even after his orgasm ebbed, however, he stayed fully inside, holding the fox in place as he rested. Soon, his intentions were clear, as a different liquid started pouring out into Jacob's gut.

"Pissing already?" Brent asked with a breathless chuckle as he heard Ray sigh with relief.

"Oh yeah..." the green dragon whispered, unable to contain his bladder any longer. Urine poured out of his shaft and straight down the fox's throat, leaving Jacob with little to do but accept it. His stomach was already getting full at this point after Ray's repeated feedings, first with shit, then cum, and now piss. He wasn't going to complain, however, and Jacob's shit-coated cock was still erect and leaking as he was subjected to the dragon's desires.

Jacob had no idea how long Ray was going to stay inside him for. He could feel the cock pulsing occasionally, and without the rancid taste to clue him in, took a moment to realize that the green dragon had started pissing inside him. Even if he could have moved, he wouldn't have, happy right where he was. That went as far as his own breathing, feeling himself slowly starting to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen. He stayed still though, cock even jumping a bit as he felt it coming on. Just as he was about to completely black out, he felt Ray finally release him, unceremoniously letting the fox fall back onto the floor, landing in the leftover shit with a splat.

"Geez, just choke him out next time," Brent laughed, still kneeling behind the fox and watching Ray's abuse.

"Don't tempt me," the green dragon breathed, cock still dripping a few last droplets of piss on Jacob's muzzle. "You piss in his ass?" he asked Brent.

"Nah, just cum," the black dragon remarked casually. "Was gonna give him a golden shower, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean him up."

"That, and there's no way in hell I'd let you," Ray breathed, still recovering a bit from his orgasm.

"Yeah, like you could stop me."

"Could stop you without breaking a sweat."

"Since when do dragons sweat?"

"It's an expression, dipshit," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "So what next?"

"Patience," Brent replied. "We got him all night - we don't have to rush it. Though, that being said, I really do need to piss - I held it so long waiting for this slut. You done with his muzzle?"

"Yeah, take it," Ray replied, climbing back to his feet and moving to rest in the nearby chair again. He leaned back, partially covered in waste, but mostly around his paws and crotch where Jacob was. It was nothing next to Brent, however, who'd been holding Jacob's legs against his torso for a while.

Brent shuffled around on the floor, sliding his knees through some of the shit before he grabbed Jacob's head and lifted it up again. He placed his softened, cum-slickened cockhead at Jacob's lips, only to immediately have the devoted fox close up around it and give the head a firm suck. Despite nearly passing out a moment ago, Jacob's mind wouldn't let him stop, and he was ready to serve.

Not as abusive as Ray for the moment, Brent left the head of his shaft there and let his stream go. Jacob had to put in considerably more work this time as the liquid waste splashed over his tongue, rather quickly bloating his cheeks up. Caught a bit off guard with the intensity of the flow, combined with the nature of having to swallow while upside down, Jacob wasn't perfect in his toilet duties this time. A bit of piss sprayed out from his lips, some sliding down his cheeks and onto the floor below. Feeling a pang of guilt for not doing what his superior clearly wanted, he redoubled his efforts, using every last bit of effort he could to keep swallowing. It wasn't an easy effort, as each gulp forced the acrid piss against the bruises left behind by Ray, but the pain was completely ignored. Jacob's sole focus was making sure Brent had a good time, and that he did. At least this time, the fox was able to alternate his breathing and swallowing, staying fully conscious during his toilet duties.

This too soon came to an end, and as Brent felt his stream weakening, he again dropped the fox onto the floor, sending even more shit flying as he did. The last bit slowly poured out over Jacob's face, before spluttering and finally ending. Brent then returned to his chair as well, exhausted for the moment, watching Jacob breathing slowly with his head half-submerged in Ray's shit.

"Hmm...something calmer I think for now..." Brent uttered, looking down at the fox.

"Slut, just...do something hot..." Ray vaguely ordered, curious to see what the vulpine could come up with.

Jacob, upon being told to do...something, nodded softly. He rolled over onto his side, struggling a bit to get up onto his knees. Using what he knew about the two dragons, and the fact that both of them had used his muzzle as a toilet already, he made sure to incorporate that as much as possible. Facing the pair of superior males, Jacob stayed kneeling and opened his muzzle up as wide as it would go. Blindly reaching to his side, he grabbed a pawful of the leftover feces and plopped it inside, not doing anything with it for the moment. He kept going with this, grabbing more and more shit and storing it in his mouth, waiting until it was completely overflowing. Even then, when he knew no more would fit, he tried to balance some extra waste on top, letting it fall down his cheeks and back onto the floor. Only then, confident he couldn't even close his lips around it, he did just that. Shit oozed out between his lips as he slowly brought them together, pressing more and more of the waste into a fine paste. It fell down his chin and onto his torso in large clumps, only for more to be squeezed out between his lips as he brought them to a close.

Brent and Ray looked on with approval, feeling their shafts stirring a bit once more, but not making any further moves yet. Jacob, not being told to stop, recalled not only the fact that Brent didn't seem to mind getting shit on him, but also how much he enjoyed standing on the fox earlier in the night. The vulpine got down onto his stomach, crawling forward across the dirtied ground and approaching the black dragon's foot. Slightly cracking his lips, he moved them forward and wrapped them around one of Brent's toes, encasing it with the feces inside his muzzle. Jacob bobbed up and down on it for a while, twisting his lips around it before moving to the next one down the line, leaving brown scales in his wake.

Proving his devotion to both dragons, he went down the line and did it not just for both of Brent's feet, but for Ray's as well. Only once all of them were covered in waste did Jacob return to his knees, opening his muzzle again and pointing it up at the dragons. He struggled a bit, but with a lot of help from his tongue, he managed to swallow what was left inside without closing his jaw, letting the stronger males see the shit disappear down his throat.

Watching Jacob's display excited the dragons beyond words. By the time he'd swallowed, both Brent and Ray were stroking themselves again, imagining all kinds of things they could do to the fox before the night was over. Brent was the first to act again, putting Jacob back in the familiar position of being crushed underneath his foot. The black dragon ground it onto the vulpine's torso, getting the sole absolutely covered in waste, but left it there as Ray stood up to join him.

"Think he deserves to cum yet?" Ray asked, already knowing the answer.

"Hmm...no," Brent replied, pretending to think. He teasingly moved his foot down more toward Jacob's stomach, but soon put it back on his chest. "I don't think he will tonight - he needs to learn it's about us, not him."

"An important lesson," Ray agreed. "You still need to take a dump, right?"

"Oh don't worry, he'll get that and so much more," Brent smirked, flexing his toes a bit and digging them into Jacob's shit-coated fur. "Night's not even half over..." he continued ominously.

As both the dragons grinned down at Jacob, the fox felt nothing but pleasure. Sure, he'd been reduced to nothing more than a toilet and a pair of holes, but that was where he felt useful. If someone as worthless as him could provide a service to these shining examples of masculinity, then he felt accomplished. Even laying on his back underneath Brent's foot, exhausted and in pain, he couldn't wait to see what the pair had in store. As Brent said, he had a lot more to endure...

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Before the night was over, Jacob indeed had gotten acquainted with Brent's shit. He'd choked down every log of it, and nearly ten hours later as morning struck, it reappeared at the other end. Some of it ended up on both Ray and Brent's dicks, but most of it ended up going right back down Jacob's throat. When Barry finally reobtained possession of his prized whore, Jacob had taken at least five loads from each of the dragons split between his holes, and even the scaled masters were covered head to toe in feces. All three of them considered the night well worth it, however, and with the large check in Barry's desk, he was of no mind to disagree.

Not allowed to sleep the next day until he'd cleaned up his mess, Jacob made sure the room was as spotless as possible. He licked over every surface as many times as he could, but it took almost until the next night rolled around for the fox to have it nearly free of feces, even if he couldn't do anything about the scent. The shit on his fur had hardened over at this point, coming off the fox in flakes and chunks which fell to the ground, which of course meant Jacob had to slurp them up. Before he could even leave the room, Barry was leading the night's new clients inside, apologizing for Jacob's appearance at already being covered in feces. If anything, however, the group considered it a plus, already with evil ideas in mind about what to do to Jacob.

Over the next few months, Barry's usage of Jacob only expanded. With Brent's command to do whatever was asked of him, the fox's array of fetishes grew larger and larger. As long as Barry okayed it ahead of time, Jacob was put in a room with his clients and abused in any way they saw fit. With the money he brought in, was never given a day of rest from Barry - not that he wanted it.

As Jacob lay in bed one day with a client from the night before knotted under his tail, he drifted off to sleep, feeling pleased with himself. He'd found a life where he could be of service, devoting every last breath to making sure the guys around him were happier, and that was all he really needed. The selfish, asshole of a fox had been fully converted into a subservient, disgusting slut, and the world couldn't have been better off for it.