FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

And now, something brought to you by my random 2am thoughts...a short and dirty romp

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The obnoxious techno chime of a mobile phone kept buzzing through the small apartment, eventually being met with a grumble as Brad squinted and tried to reach out for his phone in the dark. The sudden bright light was like daggers in his eyes as he unlocked the screen to see whom was trying to get hold of him so urgently.

"Dammit Casey, what do you want? It's not even 7am here yet..." the Rottweiler grumbled as he saw the name on the half dozen messages. He tried to ignore them, but his phone kept buzzing incessantly, making it impossible to fall back asleep, even in Brad's still rather pleasantly tipsy state.

"Dude, is this you!?" the first message read; the second message was a link to a video on a porn site. Cautiously Brad clicked on the link, knowing how Casey liked trying to trick him into seeing some gay shit. Brad was too much of a ladies man for that, even the thought of seeing two guys just touching was enough to wrinkle his nose.

The page opened, but with the layout of the cheap looking website, the video was too tiny to make out anything. Not to worry though, Brad was living in the twenty-first century after all and even the shitty little B&B he was staying in had a flat screen television capable of letting him stream his phone screen to it.

But he soon wished he hadn't, up on the screen was a familiar looking Rottweiler sitting in the back of a black cab, or rather a Hackney Carriage as he'd learned they were called over here in the UK during his birthday trip. He could hear the idle chatter between himself and the as yet unseen cabby, even now Brad was having a hard time remembering what they had looked like. The cabby apologized for the smell in the back, saying the strawberry scent was from some incense his last passenger had insisted on burning back there. Not wanting to ruin Brad's party mood, he even offered to turn the music to something the big mountain of a dog would enjoy, throwing on the disco lights for good measure. That was as much as Brad could remember, but the more he watched, the more he began to understand why.

Brad watched himself on screen, his expression slowly shifting from being focused, to looking rather spaced out and staring a million miles away as whatever drug and hypnosis the cabby was using on him took effect. Even when the cabby pulled into a dark side alley that looked like a prime spot to be robbed, the Brad on screen didn't seem to notice. The sound of a car door opening was heard, and soon the passenger door in the back opened to allow a small red fox to enter and shuffle in beside Brad.

"So, Brad is it...got a girlfriend?" the fox asked while grinning at the camera.

"Yes..." Came Brad's monotone reply.

"Been together long?" the cabby pressed on.

"Three years" Brad replied automatically.

"That's nice, how old were you when you met her?" The cabby asked next.

"Nineteen..." again his voice was almost robotic and devoid of emotion.

"Ah, so you're twenty-one then?" the Cabby pried gently.

"Twenty-two...today is my birthday" Brad half mumbled.

"Splendid! That makes this extra special then. But tell me something, Brad. Ever done anything with another guy?"

"No, I'm not into that gay shit..." The rottweiler growled softly.

"Even better..." the cabby replied with a mischievous grin and wink at the camera. After a few simple tests to confirm Brad had been put completely under his control and wasn't going to resist him, the fox began. First slipping his hand down over the front of Brad's shorts to cup over the bulge he saw there, "Big boy, aren't you?"

"Eight inches, all for Shelley..." Brad replied with a little smug grin.

"Eight inches? Impressive, would you mind showing us?" The cabby gently pressed, grinning broadly when a moment later Brad began to unzip and shrug out of his shorts, soon sitting naked from the waist down on the backseat of the cab. "Very good, now let's see here..." the fox mumbled more to himself as he leaned over to inspect Brad's thick sheath and large balls. The foxes dark furred little hands wandered across the tan fur between Brad's thick thighs and toned abs before zeroing in on his exposed crotch.

The view on screen would've been almost comical if not for the fact that Brad did not remember any of this happening; more than half convinced Casey had done some stupid CGI shit to put his face on another guys body. But then he noticed the little black heart shaped birthmark on his left testicle as the small fox cupped and lifted his large balls. He was pretty sure Casey didn't know about that...

The cabby was less than half the size of Brad, but somehow he seemed to be in full control of the large American Rottweiler. His small dark furred hands guiding Brad's thighs apart to give the camera a good view of the big canine's large balls and pleasantly plump heavy sheath. Even as his fingers gripped about Brad's junk, they could barely touch fingertips together while he was still soft. A fact which was not lost on the fox as he grinned at the camera while jiggling Brad's sheath to display this fact to his viewers.

Brad watched in horror and disgust, also a little fascination, as the fox groped and molested his crotch until his thick red tapered cock began to emerge. "No...no, no no NO!" Brad began to shout at the screen as he watched the fox open his maw before leaning down and beginning to suck on Brad's growing cock. At least the Brad on screen seemed to be enjoying it as his head rolled back in a deep groan. The fox meanwhile seemed to be giving him some of the best head he'd had in a while, even better than Shelley as soon his lips were bumping up against Brad's knot. Even with all the years of sucking his dick, Shelley never managed to do that, but the fox was deepthroating him without so much as gagging, going all the way down until his nose pressed against Brad's big heavy balls.

Brad watched in horror as the fox cupped and rolled his heavy balls gently while working his maw up and down sloppily, making wet sucking noises as he went. Normally Brad enjoyed a sloppy blowjob and having his balls played with, but only when it was Shelley doing it. "Dude...don't buck up into that fags mouth!" Brad growled as he watched his hips on screen begin to buck and thrust up into the eagerly sucking maw on his cock. The fox was a pro however, taking it in his stride as Brad tried to fuck his face.

Then he saw it, the way his balls twitched and jumped, he knew he was cumming in the foxes mouth. Some little gay piece of shit had just sucked him off and made him cum like a bitch, Brad felt sick to his stomach. "At least it was just a blowjob, that's...not too bad," Brad tried to convince himself as he watched the fox slowly raise his muzzle from the pulsing cock, a strand of saliva and Brad's cum briefly connecting his cocktip to the fox's bottom lip before the smug little bastard licked it up.

"No...stop...wait...what're you doing?" Brad began to shout again as the fox began to undress on screen. This couldn't be happening, not to him. He wasn't into that shit! Brad growled as he watched the cabby lift the other Brad's legs up over his shoulders while the fox nuzzled under his heavy balls and began to lick noisily. To Brad's utter horror, the Rottweiler on screen began to pant and moan. Worst of all, his softening cock began to rise once again until it stood throbbing and dripping precum to his belly below. The damn fox had eaten his ass like he was some common bitch and he'd gotten hard from it!? What the fuck was going on...

As if watching two trains heading straight toward each other on a collision course, Brad watched with a growing ache in the pit of his stomach as the fox lowered his legs and instead climbed up into his lap. "Ready for your birthday present, Brad?" the fox asked with a cheeky grin back at the camera. The smug little bitch even lifted his bushy tail up out the way as one hand spread his taut rust-colored cheeks and the other guided Brad's unfortunately hard again cock to his tiny pink pucker.

"I hope I rip you open, you slimy limey..." Brad growled as he watched the fox begin to descend down onto the thick red length. Unfortunately, the fox didn't seem to be in any pain at all as all eight inches of Brad disappeared between his cheeks, stretching the fox's hole so taut his flesh went a pale pink, almost white color as the hung Rottweiler stretched him out good.

Brad watched with morbid fascination as the fox began to bounce and ride him slowly at first, even Shelley had never let him fuck her in the ass because she said he was too big. But here was this damned little fox, smaller than she was, and he was taking Brad's cock up his ass like a champ. Not only that, he seemed to be enjoying it too as a moment later when he turned around to face the camera, he was sporting wood as well. The way the foxes surprisingly big cock bounced and flopped about as he rode Brad was almost mesmerizing, flinging long strands of sticky precum about the back of the cab as it bounced about.

"What the fuck..." Brad grumbled suddenly as he realized he was groping at his stiff cock while watching some little fag ride him on screen. The big Rottweiler was confused, he should be angry and be out the door looking for the fox to beat his ass. But he wasn't, the anger inside him had all but vanished, now...now he was just left with a strange sort of curiosity as he watched the fox ride him to completion.

The cabby bucked down hard onto Brad's cock, forcing his large knot up and inside himself and locking them together. With a little yelp, his own cock began to spurt and fire off sticky ropes of cum across his chest and belly thanks to his black fingers pumping his shaft to completion. "Well my Fake Taxi family, that was big bad Brad from America. Wonder what he thinks of fags now and if we'll see him again?" the fox said with a pant to the camera before the video faded to an end, slowly zooming in on the foxes behind locked in place in Brad's lap.

"Fake taxi..." Brad mumbled to himself, closing the webpage and opening up Google to search the company name.