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Apparently Bracken didn't need to worry about the cameras, that they'd follow him and find the best angle; all he needed to do was look good as he was and moan nice and loud. A small part of the Arctic fox found himself to be worrying nonetheless. It was hard not to glance over and spot an unfeeling lens as it circled about him.

The club had been loaned out as a favour to the Kaiser. Bracken wasn't privy to the details, but he'd been to the bar before now. Neon was one of his favourite hangouts. It was somewhat ironic then that after going out to get absolutely pissed at the very club he was standing in to celebrate turning the infamous twenty-one, he'd met a bull. Sure, he knew now that the bull, who'd introduced himself as 'Trey' had flirted with him, but he just wasn't completely up to speed with the whole one night stand thing to recognise the signs. He'd ended up being given a business card with the order to call the number when he was done playing hard to get. Come next morning, sober and with a pounding headache, the fox had rung the number just to see where it led, if he still had a shot with the bull. Somebody else replied, but before he had a chance to apologise and hang up, this new guy had encouraged him to pay a return visit to the same club last night if he was still interested in getting some action. It was odd, but Bracken was by now at least a little interested and perplexed by the whole anonymity of what was going on.

After downing a gallon of water and gulping a few aspirin, Bracken had finally plucked up the courage to grab his coat and make the short trip back to Neon. He had come across the usual crowd walking the walk of shame, and normally he would have found himself making that trip once or twice, but as he'd wandered back shielding his eyes from an incandescent morning sun, he hadn't felt the least bit embarrassed. He was saving those feelings for what was happening now.

A wolf of some kind had greeted him as he entered, excusing the fox past a burly looking bouncer who had almost kicked him back to the curb had the guy not intervened. Introducing himself only as 'Zwoosh', apparently the director for the film they were about to shoot, and that Bracken was being offered the opportunity to star alongside one of their big name actors.

"It pays well, you know," Zwoosh had said, directing two ladies carrying hefty looking coils of cables over to the far side of the club, "Plus, I'm sure if we talk to the owner, he'd let you have free drinks from here on out."

It was hardly an offer he could refuse. Maybe his luck was finally turning. Who needs a one night stand when you get invited to feature in a porno?

"This is Jared," Zwoosh took the fox over to meet some Doberman who stood off to the side drinking a bottle of water, sporting only a pair of tattered jeans and a heavy looking chain around his neck. His build was impressive, though showing some signs of age, the dog was certainly still in his prime. One of his ears was pierced with a stud, his left bicep tattooed with a small rainbow flag, most likely in support of the gay rights movements back in the day. He must be a relic if he was around back when riots broke out over marriage equality and everything else the Individual Rights Act put in place. That had been decades ago. Still, he looked good. Nothing at all like Bracken would expect. As they came near, the male seemed to be in conversation with a female rabbit who was taking a coffee order of some kind. As Zwoosh and Bracken came close, the assistant took her leave, the Doberman turning to them as they approached, "He'll be your partner for today. That is, if you agree to sign on. Jared? This is that fox Trey put us in touch with. He wasn't wrong. I think he'd look good on film with you."

"That remains to be seen..." The Doberman took in Bracken's appearance with a critical eye, "How much experience do you have with this sort of thing?

"What do you mean?" An irritable sigh, but Jared seemed to remain relatively level with him,

"Have you ever been fucked whilst someone's been recording?" Bracken blushed; embarrassed he'd been called out,

"No... I don't really do this. I mean, I don't really do anything..." Jared's eyebrow quirked, clearly wanting just more than a vague response, "I've only had sex a couple of times, and I only own one dildo and it's not exactly big..." His eyes glanced down, not wanting to be stared at by the two men with him. Zwoosh looked a little apprehensive,

"Well, if you're not comfortable doing this, we can find someone else..." He fished a phone out of his pocket and pressed at its screen, muttering to himself, "I had thought Trey would know better than get us someone who's practically a virgin..." So that was it then... Gone was Bracken's chance at stardom - as lewd as it might have been - and he'd go home still with a ringing headache for no good reason.

"Now hold on a minute..." Jared had a smirk on his muzzle, folding his arms across his chest, "This could work to our advantage. Bracken, was it? What're you looking for? How do you prefer sex?"

"Uh..." he blushed again, scratching at his neck and still refusing to make eye contact, "Well, I do like it rough. Like, the guy I'm with his the daddy type of guy, but not full blown brutal master, if you get what I mean?"

"Oh I do... Never mind Martin; this one'll do nicely." The mutt looked up from his phone, eyes drifting from the dog to the fox,

"You've got something in mind?" The Doberman nodded,

"Yeah, and we'd best get to it right now. I'll stick to the script, but I'll have to mix it up some." He turned to the fox, reaching out a paw, "We ain't got time to get your signature. Shake on it now, and agree to be filmed." Bracken looked to the paw, then around him, taking in the club he'd been drinking at only a few hours ago. People were clearing the dance floor for the pair, readying themselves for the shoot. If he said no, all their efforts would be to waste. They'd have to draft in somebody else. More importantly, the fox would lose out on a golden opportunity...

What other choice did he have? He grasped the man's paw and shook. The deal was sealed.

The mutt strode off to stand behind the cameras, the small line of people blurred by lights that lit up the floor with enough illumination to leave the two males clear to see. He was still aptly dressed from last night, adorned in his clubbing outfit, and was being pushed gently in his back towards to the main partition of Neon itself. Music was turned up, until Bracken could barely hear himself think, lights flashing up again as the club came back to life. Were it not for the blacked out windows and surrounding crowd all peering onto the dance floor, the fox wouldn't have been able to tell if it truly was just night once more or daytime.

Jared leant down to his ear, yelling something to him though it was only just louder than a whisper over the thumping bass,

"Start dancing; follow my lead!"

Without much else to go on, Bracken did his best to come off as natural. For the first few minutes he awkwardly swayed from side to side, trying to put some fluid motion into his limbs to make it all seem a little more real, but he felt more like a wooden posing doll trying to waddle on the dance floor. Behind him, Jared pumped his hips so naturally, moving his arms to the beat of the music, smile crawling across his muzzle with his eyes nearly closed, putting his movements to the tune and fitting it so well. The Doberman, despite his lumbering size, had an antiquated grace from years of skill that took the fox several minutes just to copy in albeit a clumsier fashion. He felt the presence of the dog behind, just as he was beginning to get into the swing of things, with his natural height allowing him to loom over the poor fox. Bracken tried to pay little attention to that fact, but it became impossible to ignore when that bulge began to grind at his back ever so gently, riding up just under his tail with each pelvic thrust. It was all on purpose of course, the Doberman shuffling closer and closer with each passing second, and it left Bracken with a shiver running down his spine. The predator was moving in on his prey.

Paws slid down Bracken's arms which were raised as the beat dropped, the music turning to a mess of heavy drones and sounds he could only compare to that of grungy speakers. The dog started with Bracken's own wrists, fingers glancing across his fur and slipping down the inside of his forearm, travelling down across the underside of his biceps, slowly traipsing over his chest. Arms were wrapped around him in an embrace, though it was far from anything loving or tender. Fingers dug into his flesh, hard enough to let him know they were there whilst resisting the temptation to bruise the boy's skin. It was the clutch of a monster that enclosed about his torso, strong arms tightening into a vice that soon began to roam his stomach and abdomen, already seeking out something a little more intimate. Jared's muzzle was brought down to the side of his neck, one paw reaching up to yank the fox's head to one side so he could attack the nape, teeth nibbling across the exposed realm, making Bracken weak in his knees. It was quite beyond anything he'd experienced. Jared was very paws-on, never for a moment letting the fox out of his grasp and keeping him fixed to his body, their gyrations syncing up to one another's until Bracken was grinding back against the Doberman's swelling crotch. Soft moans escaped his muzzle, but whilst his lips moved no sound came out. He was drowned in a sea of booming songs, stuff that he didn't even recognise but was catchy all the same.

Jared let his arms slip a little lower across the fox's gut, one paw cupping the boy's smaller bulge in his grip. There was certainly some size there, though nothing comparable to the Doberman himself. It would look good for the camera though, which swam its way through the sea of darkness and strobe lights to catch the hot shots from a distance. He pulled the fox's body taut, making sure to get his prone build on film so that the folks at home could see just what exactly it was they were getting for their money. A tasty piece of fresh fox meat, tender and young, with little men having gone before to soil him; for Jared, such a specimen was rare to come across in the industry. Most men had, at the point of filming, had been fucked to the point where lube was just a bonus and had fucked enough guys to have gone into double digits and then lost count. Bracken was like a pure speck of white sand on a beach of filthy mustard grains. Though it wouldn't stay that way for long...

Bracken gasped into the din, feeling his body strung out like a cello, held there as though he were indeed little more than a wooden doll for the artist Jared to pose and fondle. Heavy paws were less than subtle as they went for his fly, unzipping him there on the dance floor and slipping inside. Hot paws brushed against his swelling sheath through his underwear, his body quivering at the sensation as he held onto Jared's broad arms for support. He could feel the fingers sliding over the outline of his junk, squeezing and massaging in just the right ways to have him gasping for more. The dog got bolder, flattening his paw and pushing with his fingertips at the waistband. Easily enough, he slipped inside, rough digits coming into contact with the fox's pristine crotch. Exposed on camera, getting openly groped by a stranger, Bracken closed his eyes and gave of a heady moan, his head rolling back against the Doberman's chest.

His top was lifted up off his body, exposing his slim frame of little definition. He had some size to him, though nothing compared to Jared who undressed him, tossing clothes aside across the floor as though they didn't even matter. Bracken saw his shirt get slung aside, running across his bared chest as he was put on display, fingers reaching out to pinch at his nipples gently, Jared moving down to nibble at his shoulder. He felt paws tugging at his hips, pulling down his pants and bringing his underwear with it. Unable to stop the dog, he simply went along with it, swaying his hips to let Jared lever down his clothes until he was able to kick his legs out of them. He stood there now, buck naked, in his local club with another man grinding behind him. Bracken turned around, figuring it'd be best now for the camera to look at his rump than at his groin, putting his arms around the Doberman's neck and letting the veteran take a hold of his cheeks. One paw was able to grasp and knead the globes, practically cupping them as though weighing up fruit, moulding them and caressing them in a fairly aggressive stance. Bracken knew Jared would take things further, fingers already slipping closer and closer to his crack, but for now the nude male just danced nearer until he could feel the dog's heat bearing down on him. His head blotted out much of the neon lights, leaving him as a silhouetted darkness, sharp eyes peering down upon him with dazzling white teeth. It was, as Bracken suspected, the glare of a predator. People flitted about him like nervous bugs, dragging around the cameras with them to scope them out from every possible angle. As Jared began to run a paw in between his cheeks, circling round his tight rim, he wondered just what exactly he'd gotten himself in for.

The male behind him was entirely in control. He would put Bracken directly in front of the camera most of the time letting the impassive lenses get close to survey his trembling body as they writhed upon the dance floor. The fox began to question how long this would go on for, how much longer he'd have to endure Jared's little display of dominance. It had apparently only begun, with heavy arms swapping sides, crossing over themselves, grabbing at the fox's waist. Bracken suddenly lurched; the dog's hold picking him and spinning him about as though he weighed barely anything, until he was hanging upside down. His head throbbed with the rush of blood, doing nothing to soothe his aching brain. Naturally, his legs swung to grip at Jared's neck for support, fearing he'd be dropped by the Doberman right down until his skull cracked upon the wooden floor. He could feel the hot rush of air as Jared breathed against his taint, feeling the heat from his mouth warm his underside. His tail laid back, falling by gravity so that it brushed his spine, whilst his head was positioned just at the dog's crotch, albeit stretching somewhat to reach. Whilst it was fairly obvious what the Doberman wanted him to do, it became undeniably clear as Bracken felt a wet rasping tongue lap across from his balls to his cleft, in one slow, languid motion. His body shuddered as Jared tasted his most intimate part for the first time, the dog pushing deeper and prising apart his cheeks. That tongue sought out his pucker, flexing its strength against the rim and letting spit dribble across the pink, winking ring.

He sought out distractions, feeling Jared begin to push ever so gently against his hole, working in his tongue; his paws steadied himself at Jared's thighs, as thick as tree trunks and just as sturdy. The dog's zipper was pulled down slightly, just enough to reveal part of his underwear. A standard brand, the jockstrap was bulging already from out the fly. Bracken reached up with one paw to tug the zip down, letting the swollen crotch push itself free until the Doberman's frayed jeans fell away to reveal his junk. The fox could just make out the outline of an imposing sheath with a weighted set of balls. Licking his lips, Jared already digging deeper and pushing apart his rim, Bracken picked at the waistband and pulled the dog's crotch free. The tan coloured balls rolled against the fox's muzzle first, followed swiftly by a throbbing sheath that had a peeking red tip coming from its lips. He leant forward, pushing his tongue into the Doberman's sheath just as he felt Jared's own slip into his hole. As he moved, so did the dog, unable to push forward and coax the cock out without Jared returning the favour. He could feel his erection growing himself, as though it was a twisted mirror and for as much as he teased Jared, Jared would tease him. The slick cock, oozing pre from its tip already, slid its way into the fox's waiting muzzle, just as the Doberman began to swirl his tongue around in Bracken's innards. More and more meat was pushed into his muzzle, Jared's hips seizing up as he strained himself not to buck hard, Bracken opening his jaw wider to accept what was fed to him. His teeth would graze across the flesh, causing Jared to twitch a little, but the fox would adjust, and then carry on until he could feel he could take no more. A fat knot stared at him from the base of the dog's member, goading him into trying to fit it all into his mouth, but Bracken was already at his limit, practically choking upon the cock that was lodged right to the back of his throat. As he pulled off, he coughed a little, its thickness being something he'd never accounted for until now. He imagined it entering him, replacing the tongue that skilfully worked him over into a frenzy of wriggles. He dared not to put too much difficulty on the Doberman though in fear he would indeed fall, but it was hard not to, writhing in Jared's strong arms whilst his muzzle was buried between his cheeks, kissing his hole deeply and wetly. Bracken blushed as he tried to return the same service to him, slipping his lips over the dog's cock and letting those meaty red inches push into his mouth. The taste of bitter cum washed across his tongue, an errant flavour left behind from some other orgasm. Bracken lapped up whatever pre he could though, eager to impress the dog and make up for the lack of experience he'd had to admit to. He wanted to prove the dog had been right in taking a chance on him, sucking down the cock like it was the last one he'd ever have, his hole opening up to Jared's delicious slurps. As he took all of the Doberman's dick in one gulp, so too did its owner, his tongue burrowing itself fully into his ass, the muscle squirming around his walls, just as his own slid across the dog's shaft. Bracken could see footpaws moving around between the Doberman's legs, his vision somewhat obscured by the heavy balls which slapped across his face, but he knew who they were, envisioning the cameras zooming in on his expression from where he couldn't see. How must he look, upside-down and muzzle-deep on a male whilst he was getting rimmed from above?

Bracken felt his weight begin to drop. Jared was letting him down slowly, putting his back to the floor before following with his hips. The fox was now splayed across the dance floor, looking up at the rump of the Doberman who straightened back up and slid off his jeans, throwing them aside before turning round. He looked down at Bracken, smacking his lips which were marred with just the faintest smears of spittle from sucking his hole just moment's ago. His cock bounced and throbbed outwards from his groin, dribbling a thin, long line of pre that was descending down, aiming just at the fox's belly. With his legs folded backwards, his rear on display, Bracken knew what was to come next. The anticipation of it had him shivering, knowing that at his head somebody had moved to capture the scene, camera hovering over his chest and fixed upon his behind. Jared knelt down on one knee, leaning down and pushing his cock with one paw so that he could slap its head against the wet hole. Bracken shuddered with each thump, the loaded weight of the monster banging out its fated beat. He could feel every movement the dog made, he could see the intent in his eyes, and though he had his ears pinned back Bracken waited, watching sharply as Jared lowered his hips down. He angled his member at the fox's rim, the tip pushing at the puckered hole. With some force, his paw quivering at the resistance, Jared pushed his way inside, pre and spit lining his passage forwards. Bracken gave off a pained moan as he felt the cock plunge in, though his voice was swallowed by the music. Anything he would have said, any protest, would have been engulfed in pumping bass and deafening beats. The Doberman's paws grabbed at his wrists, holding him back whilst he levered in the rest of his meat, eyes lidded shut in bliss as hot inches sank into welcoming depths. Bracken could feel the member work into his guts, spreading him open to accept all that was being pushed into him. It was tough going, Jared being nothing but persistent as he edged himself inside; the fox bit his lip and held back a whine as he thought the cock could get no wider. He didn't know any of the measurements, but it must have been somewhere under a foot in length with the knot. He had no clue as to how thick across it was, but it felt like a can was being shoved up his rear. He waited out the pain, trying to snatch at the glimpses of ecstasy that floated above the discomfort until he no longer had to grasp for what he could get. Pleasure began to bubble up freely, in bigger quantities, as the throbbing length inside him spurted strings of pre to slicken his hole more so.

Jared only stopped when the knot bumped against the fox's rump, the hole much too small and not quite ready to be tied yet. He held himself there, pushing against the upturned ass as he relished its convulsions, each clench squeezing down on his shaft and milking just a little more juice of him. An inexperienced hole always had its benefits. Sure, it was slow-going for the first few minutes, but once worked up into a sweat, even the most unfamiliar of boys could be taught how to take it like a man. If it meant sacrificing immediacy for tightness, then Jared would willingly make that call. The look of euphoria on the fox's face made it all the more worth it, seeing him sample what a true man could do when wielding his meat correctly. He gave a small rock forwards, pivoting his cock inside the hole, eliciting a groan from Bracken. This would work out just fine...

Moaning aloud, the Doberman pulled his hips back, noise drowned in the songs, his body glittering with neon lasers. Bracken grunted as he felt the member withdraw, pulling back along his walls. It tipped against something inside him, something that made his own cock lurch and pulse, trickling his own pre across his stomach. As the cock slid over this inner sweet spot, he groaned, head rolling back and thudding against the hard floor. It sent tingles all throughout his gut, radiating up to his abdomen in a thrilling jolt of pleasure. He held his breath right up until the dog had only his cock remaining inside the rim, before he exhaled, Jared impaling himself inside the fox again. Once more, that blunt head tapped against his prostate, for it could be nothing else, sending his whole stomach into a somersault of bliss. The dog didn't stop until he was knot-deep, that bulb of fattened flesh pressed against his engorged rim. Bracken moaned as he was bottomed out, feeling that cock fill him up until he was bursting, only to have it retreat back. It felt a pulling sensation on his gut, one that crawled along every wall and almost had him begging for more. He wanted to be full, to have his ass plundered by this thick dick. It was something primal, almost instinctual, and it scared him somewhat. But it was overridden swiftly; the lights, the music, the smells of men, the sounds of hips battering cheeks, cocks sliding into a slick hole. It all twirled around in Bracken's mind as he lay back, feeling the Doberman's weight press over him, and hanging like an impending shadow whilst his crotch slapped at the fox's buttocks. His crotch was damp with lashings of pre, Bracken's cleft and taint now smothered in wetness as it leaked from his hole, stretched over and over until he could feel the knot pushing its way inside. It was slow, at first, almost unnoticeable, but it was bound to come sooner or later. Jared had made that quite clear, perhaps not with words, but his body told the fox so. Part of him believed he would be mounted like this, bred in this position and then he'd leave money in hand and ass full of cum, but no...

Jared pulled out; letting is slick cock slurp free with a spurt of pre, he stood back on his knees, looking down at the fox. He motioned with one paw for Bracken to get up, to turn around, and he did as he was shown. The Arctic fox moved onto all fours, his paws and knees digging upon the wooden floor whilst he looked on ahead. He stared into the lens of a camera, eyes half-closed as his cock drooled upon the floor. He wanted to stroke himself, but something inside of him said no, to leave that to Jared. He listened to that part of himself.

He felt the Doberman's presence shift up behind him. Paws clamped upon his waist at either side, drawing the fox back. His open hole kissed and then swallowed the member that was pushed between the sodden cheeks, enveloping the cock in his velvet insides. He could feel it slide into him with ease, as though carved specifically for the monster that snaked into his guts. It pushed him out in all the right places, left him moaning and drooling like a beast possessed, back arching as he yapped to the roof. Gods, how he must have looked, how the camera must be recording every sordid moment for someone else's pleasure. It was the most perverse thing the fox had ever done, probably would ever do, if his record was anything to go by. All he could do though was groan and grunt like a good boy as the Doberman rode him hard. He felt a paw sneak around to his cock, squeezing at his own knot whilst he staved off an orgasm. Moist fingers wrapped around his shaft and began stroking in tandem with Jared's thrusts, for each time the dog pushed into, the paw would drag its digits up along the fox's flesh up to the tip. For every pull back out, that grip would slide back down to the knot. Bracken knew he'd have little control over this, feeling himself getting brought close to the brink as that paw jacked him off with every thrust, but something was wrong. He bucked his hips, body shuddering as his climax neared... then the paw vanished, leaving his cock to twitch and pulse but never orgasm. Cold air left him to cool off whilst Jared fucked him senseless, ramming home each time with added force. Only when had his member calmed down would the paw return to repeat its cruel tirade. Stroke to the edge, stop, then wait...

Bracken moaned anew, whimpering and shaking as he was prolonged for the Doberman's pleasure - for the camera's pleasure - all the while he felt his hole giving in to the knot. It can't be long now until he'd feel it split him wide open, tying him as though he were a bitch in heat. But his mind was saddled with confusing and contradicting sensations. The pain that would sprout every so often in his rim as he was spread wider blended with the edging orgasms that failed to reach their maturity. He wanted very much to just cum and be done with it, but the fox knew that doing so would warrant the dog riding him from behind to knot him fully, in one flourish of his hips. He could not have one without the other. The decision was already made, in which case, and so he slammed back onto Jared's fucks, pushing down harder and faster onto the Doberman who panted at his neck, waiting for the right moment to bite down and slam his knot home. As one paw stroked the fox off furiously, another clung to his chest, pulling their bodies together whilst Jared hammered his cock into the abused ass. A low growl started in his chest, his orgasm growing in his balls, but he held off for as long as he could, if only to taunt the fox more. It was maybe a minute later until he snarled, feeling his knot pop abruptly into Bracken unannounced, making them both writhe and squirm at the sensation. Jared grinned lazily as the hole clenched around his cock, his knot swelling and climax rushing forward. He jacked those last few inches that he could back and forth inside the fox as cum surged from his member, painting the fox's insides a shade of gooey white. He bit Bracken's neck, slipping his paw gently across the male's quivering dick until he was satisfied he'd left a hefty deposit in the boy's ass. For Bracken, the sensation was quite different, feeling bloated and overstuffed, the knot bulging out his guts and ballooning inside him. Then the flood came, shooting deep inside of him and leaving hot seed to wash through his innards; jet after jet of warm jizz slathered his canal countless of times, the torrent seeming to never end until Jared stopped humping his ass finally. His mind was blazing with the need to cum, feeling warmth seeping through his abdomen and his balls pleading with him for some much needed release. The glancing touches of the dog's fingers against oversensitive flesh sent him over the edge, wildly yapping at the air as he shot his spunk across the dance floor, leaning back against the Doberman's chest as his strength was sapped out of him through his dick. The relieving climax simmered deep in his torso, lingering for a few moments more. He tried to bask in it, to forget the cameras were rolling, to ignore the heavy music that thumped in his ears, and to pretend he was bathing in an afterglow of nightly sex.

But he was reminded of his position and place moments later, as Jared lifted himself away from the fox's exhausted body. Bracken could feel discomfort deep within him, the swollen knot filling him out to a point where it seemed impossible. The Doberman tugged at the knot, testing its seal and save for a tiny leak around the edges where dregs of spooge had collected, it kept the fox plugged up tightly. He seized the moment and squatted up onto his footpaws. Every little movement would tug and pull at the knot in the tightened rim, making Bracken grunt at the sensation. But Jared wasn't done; he swung one leg over the fox's body, putting it down on the other side and shuffled into positon, getting back onto all fours much like the smaller male behind him, his size forcing the fox to stick his ass higher in the air if he didn't want that mound of flesh to be torn from his hole, leaving him gaping and humiliated. Jared wagged his tail, his slender appendage brushing across Bracken's fluffy one, and every little pulse of that cock against his hole sent shiver down his spine. The camera moved from his tired, sated face to his rear, tied with the masculine Doberman who was now ass-to-ass with him in a sign of true dominance. He blushed, laying his chest upon the cum-covered floor, as he let them get the tasty shot of him submitting to the bigger dog.