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There was a knock on the door.

Jamie flicked an eye open, and out of the corner he saw the alarm clock. It was just after two in the afternoon, and he sighed and pulled the pillow back over his head.

He knew who was knocking, because the wolf had come by every week for the past few months. And unless Jamie did something, the wolf would be here every week for the next few months.

That something wasn't rolling over and trying to fall asleep again, but it was what Jamie did anyway. He'd fallen asleep around four in the morning last night, and somehow, ten hours later, he managed to still be tired.

And screw Kevin anyway.

"Jamie! Open the fucking door!"

He stretched his arms out above his head, yawned. His tongue curled up around the tip of his nose, and he felt his fur standing messy on end. But the knocking was getting louder, and so he slumped out of bed. Jamie looked at the floor, eyes half open. There were piles of clothes out for so long they'd started to congeal, and he sighed. Cleaning up always seemed like too much work. And besides, it was just going to get dirty again. At least Kevin wasn't likely to come into his room.

He limped across the floor to the closet, dug a rumpled white t-shirt out from his closet and shrugged. Then he walked back to bed, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Half a minute later he heard the rattle of a key scraping against a lock, which would have been a good idea if Jamie hadn't accidently snapped his key in there two weeks ago.

"Jamie, I swear to god if you don't open this door I will break it down and send you the bill."

He opened his eyes. On the one hand, he already owed Kevin a lot of money, and didn't need to owe him more. On the other hand, he already owed Kevin a lot of money and it probably wouldn't make much difference if he owed him more...

He sighed, then pushed himself off the bed and trudged through the mess to the front door of his studio and opened the door.

In front of him was a wolf in khaki pants and a blue oxford shirt, arms crossed and tail spiked high, and Jamie took a deep breath and broke out his brightest smile.

"Hey Kevin. What's up?"

The wolf fixed him with a glare, teeth bared. Jamie fidgeted nervously, and then the wolf's eyes flicked down and a smirk spread over his face.

"Forget something?"

The fox's eyes darted downward, and he blushed. Right. Pants.

The wolf rolled his eyes. "Never mind."

Kevin pushed past him and stepped into the living room. Jamie quietly closed the door behind them.

The wolf's eyes swiveled around the room, taking inventory, before settling on the fox. "Did you get a new TV?"

Jamie smiled sweetly and quickly sidled past the wolf into the kitchen. "Yep. On sale. You want coffee, Kevin?"

The wolf sighed. "Jamie, just because something's on sale you don't- never mind." He sprawled on the leather couch and sniffed the air, nose wrinkling. He shrugged, kicked his shoes off and swung his feet on the table. "Sure. Coffee. Whatever."

Jamie's tail twitched a little when he saw. He busied himself grabbing powdered coffee from the top shelf anyway. Shitty stuff, but since Kevin always turned his coffee into warm milk, it wouldn't make much of a difference. He took out a loose spoonful of brown powder and a filter, and started the coffee machine.

A voice drifted in across the low divider that separated the two rooms.

"So. Obvious question. You got my money, Jamie?"

The fox drummed his fingers over the countertop, tail flicking faster and faster. Last time he'd had a car repair he needed to do, and then the month before that he'd missed a payment on student loans, so he needed to make up for that. A little nagging voice told him that he could probably cut some expenses somewhere, but...

He shook his head. "No. I'm working on it."

"Uh-huh." Kevin didn't sound too happy about that. "You still have a job, at least?"

Jamie ground his teeth together, then took a deep breath and smiled. "I like to think of this time as an extended vacation without pay."

"Pay being the operative word here." The fox pulled two mugs out of the cupboard, and he caught Kevin's eyes following him as he moved through the kitchenette. The fox was still fairly pantsless, and he flicked his tail down across his boxers to hide them. Not that it helped much.

"Well, what do you want me to do? It's not like I can just pull a job out of thin air."

The wolf raised a brow. "You know, you could actually try to keep them. You were, what, a cashier or something?"

"I was a host, restaurants don't have... never mind." It's not like he expected anything more from the wolf, anyway. He placed the mugs on the counter by the sink and heaved his shoulders in a shrug. "It wasn't working out."

Although the owner's boyfriend certainly had been. Jamie still remembered when the Patricia had found them together in the back office, Jack still knotted inside him... didn't take long for some customer "complaints" to pop up about the fox.

"I don't have the money, okay? So you can quit bugging me about it."

The wolf rubbed his temple. "And I don't have free apartments to rent. So if you can't keep a job and get enough money to actually pay for the apartment that I'm going to remind you I went out of my way to set you up with- yeah, I kind of have to keep bugging you about it."

"Oh, fuck you," Jamie muttered. "Like you ever had to work a day in your life."

"You know how many times I've been over here trying to get _your_money? Don't tell me that's not work."

The fox walked back into the living room and sat down on the other end of the couch, and glared at the wolf. "That's not work," he said.

"Cute." The wolf kicked his legs up and dumped them in the fox's lap, then leaned back into the armrest with his hands behind his head, something that made the fox's ruff stand up and sent a growl creeping under his throat.

Jamie's tail swished loudly against the leather. He leaned his elbows on the wolf's shins and turned to face the wolf. "Does "fuck you" mean something different to you than most people?"

"Well, it does kind of mean something different when you're half naked." A grin spread across the wolf's muzzle, and Jamie pointedly ignored it and stared out the window at the cars speeding by below.

"Fuck you. I'm getting dressed."

Jamie stood up. Or tried to, at least. The wolf didn't budge, and he was almost twice Jamie's weight.

"Nah. I think it's more fun this way."

"Yeah?" Asshole. He bent his arms around the wolf's jeans and heaved. It was like trying to move lead. "Jesus, how much have been working out?"

He didn't used to be like that. Kevin had been more of a bookworm when they first met. They met, in fact, over books. Jamie had spotted the wolf reading The Hobbit in the common room freshman year, and he remembered trying to be nice and starting a conversation with the scrawny little wolf in the corner, barely taller than he was.

That scrawny little wolf filled out a lot in the next few years.

The wolf smiled. "A lot." He patted his bicep. "Impressed?"

Yes, thought Jamie. He was impressed. Really impressed. Cock-hardening, mouth-wateringly impressed.

But he was better than that.

"No. Overmuscled freaks aren't really my style, Kev."

The wolf growled. "Don't call me Kev."

Jamie smiled. At least that hadn't changed. The fox always knew exactly how to get under Kevin's skin.

"Kev. Kev, Kev, Kev, Kev-"

"For fuck's sake." The wolf rolled his legs off the fox, drew himself up to his full height. He looked... annoyed, which was exactly what Jamie had been shooting for, but somehow it wasn't as fun with the wolf towering over him.

Kevin glared at him. "C'mon, Jamie. I need _something_from you, okay? Five hundred bucks, maybe?"

Jamie shrugged. "Don't have it."

"You don't have five- seriously, Jamie?"

His fur stood on end. He hated the way Kevin said that, like five hundred bucks didn't mean anything. Jamie had never had more than a thousand in his bank account, and not for more than a few days. Not that a spoiled rich kid like Kevin would understand.

"No. I don't."

The wolf paused. He opened his mouth, slowly. "You know I can kick you out, right? You're living here because I'm graciously taking a hit for you?"

Jamie shrugged. Kevin owned the whole building. He had about twenty other tenants. He, in fact, owned the next building, and the one after that, too. So somehow Jamie didn't feel too bad about it.

"I'm going back to bed."

Jamie turned away from the wolf. There was a pressure on his shoulder, and he turned back.

"No. You're not. No more excuses, Jamie. You gotta give me something to work with here."

He brushed the hand off his shoulder.

"Fine. Take the goddamn TV if you have to. Just... get the fuck out, Kevin."

The wolf froze. His nostrils flared. "I own the apartment. You get the fuck out."

The fox laughed. "C'mon, Kevin. I know you're not actually going to kick me out."

Whoops. There it was. The unspoken secret both of them knew.

The wolf swelled up, opened his mouth like he was going to shout. Instead, the wolf just sighed. "What would you do if I did?"

Good question. He didn't have any money. He supposed he could sell some of his more expensive possessions, but that took time. So the fox tilted his head. "Freeze to death, probably.

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

The wolf's eyes narrowed. Jamie swallowed. There was a tension in the wolf's muscles, a tautness that all of a sudden reminded Jamie that the difference between a fox and a wolf was about two feet in height and sixty pounds of muscle.

A buzz in the kitchen signaled that the coffee was done.

"I should, uh. I should go take care of that."

A paw gripped his shoulder. "Stay."

Jamie nodded, silently. He leaned back and sunk down into the cushions, as if they could make him disappear.

Kevin clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward, until his face hung just above the fox's.

"So. You can't pay the rent. And if I kick you out, you're going to freeze in the streets." He frowned.

And then his eyes lit up. He started to smile, lips wide and curled just back over his canines. Jamie knew that smile. That was the smile he had when he had an idea that was only going to end well for one person. And today, he didn't think that person was a fox.

"That's, um. That's where we are, yeah. You have another idea?"

"Sure." The wolf leaned in, again, until the tip of his muzzle was flush with the fox's. "Take off your clothes."

Oh, god. The fox bit his lip. It wasn't like they hadn't fucked before. They had. Quite a few times, actually, especially when they had been roommates for a semester.

But there was something a little different about being ordered to undress. Something that made him blush and made his cock start to tent his boxers.

"Yes... sir." That was how you played this game, right? All sirs and wags and shy looks? The fox smiled. Much better than actually paying rent.

He pulled off his shirt. His boxers followed a second later. The wolf put a paw on his head, gave him a scratch, and laughed.

"Wow. That was easier than I thought. Thought you'd be a little less slutty after college."

"Shut it."

The wolf's unbuttoned his shirt, one at a time, and Jamie watched as the rest of the wolf's body slowly revealed itself.

Jamie licked his lips. Kevin really had been working out.

"C'mon, fox. Get on your knees."

The fox was already unzipping the wolf's khakis, the fabric bundling on the floor. The wolf stepped out of his boxers and pants, and Jamie was face level with the familiar sight of Kevin's bulging sheath.

The smell was different than Jamie remembered it. Thicker. Muskier. The faint hint of pre didn't help any, and when the wolf grabbed the back of his head and pushed the fox didn't object.

"What're you waiting for, fox bitch? Get started."

Fox bitch. That wasn't something anyone had ever called him before. He should have felt his ruff stand on end, a growl rise in his throat. Instead, he felt his own cock throb, drip, and he reached a paw up and started to fondle the wolf's thick sheath and sac.

Kevin's cock hardened almost immediately, thick and proud.

"Holy crap," muttered Jamie. Had it always been this big? The shaft started thin at the tip, but bulged out to almost the thickness of his wrist at the base. And it was long. Ten inches, he guessed. Maybe eleven. A porn star dick.

The fox licked his lips again. He opened his muzzle and took it in, inch by inch, until the tip was pressed back against his throat and his tongue lapped loudly around the wolf's length.

A paw descended, began to scratch him on the head, and he shivered. Fox bitch.

He pulled back, lips taut, skimmed the surface of the wolf's cock and was rewarded with a spurt of pre and a grunt from the figure above him.

"You've definitely gotten better. I was just kidding before, but you really are a slut, huh?"

He blushed. He enjoyed fucking. And yeah, he was mostly on the bottom. And so, well, he couldn't really come up with a reason why it wasn't true. But he'd never been ashamed of any of that.

So why was he blushing?

Maybe it was how much he wanted Kevin's cock, how much he enjoyed the way it spread his muzzle wide. He pulled back, a deep breath before he took the plunge and swallowed Kevin's cock to the root.

Or tried to. It really was that big.

"Oh, fuck."

He felt his cheeks bulge, throat tickle, before he pulled off the wolf's cock and gasped. "Holy shit, Kevin. Didn't know you could bulk up your cock, too."

The wolf smiled, reached a paw down behind Jamie's head.

"Maybe you just haven't been fucked enough recently."

The paw pushed forward. Jamie whimpered. Kevin's cock spread his muzzle again, creaking it open bit by bit until it reached his throat once more. He swallowed, convulsively, felt his spit slide and slobber as he tasted the wolf's thick musk.

And Kevin pushed again.

He gasped. He didn't gasp, because his nose was shoved against Kevin's crotch and his mouth was full of Kevin's cock and everything was suddenly Kevin, Kevin, Kevin and he whimpered and felt his throat slide open for the wolf.

"Good bitch."

The wolf pulled his cock out, just a little, and Kevin slurped down the mix of spit and pre pooling in his mouth and took the tiniest of breaths before Kevin pulled the fox's muzzle flush against him again. And again. And again.

Oh god.

Jamie's eyes lidded. He shook his head, tried to pull away, and Kevin grabbed his ears.

"No. I like fucking your muzzle. We're going to keep doing this until I cum, so if you want it to be over sooner you better start working harder."

Could he do that? Just say no? If anyone else had tried it, they'd be feeling the fox's teeth right about now.

He felt a rush of panic, a warning that he should do just that. But Kevin let one drift down behind the fox's ear and scratched.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay, just relax, fox bitch. It won't take too long."

He shivered. Fox bitch.

He couldn't breathe. So instead, he swallowed, over and over, massaged the wolf's cock with his tongue until the taste of Kevin's dick and the smell of his musk was the only thing on his mind. His head was swimming, eyes red and watery before he felt the wolf's knot bulge inside his muzzle and pulse of the dick spurting directly down his throat.

He whimpered.

The wolf panted in response, scratched under his chin, dick still locked inside the fox's muzzle.

"Good bitch. Bet you want some air now, huh?"

Jamie's lungs were burning. He nodded, as much as he could with Kevin's cock still knotted in his muzzle, and the wolf gripped Jamie's jaws and pulled them open the extra half inch he needed to pop his knot out.

The fox coughed and wheezed, still dizzy.

"Y-you fucker. What were you going to do if I passed out?"

Kevin grinned. "The same thing I'm going to do now."

Effortlessly, the wolf picked up the stunned fox and tossed him over his shoulder. Jamie wasn't really in any position to struggle.

They reached his bedroom in a few steps, the wolf shaking his head.

"Oh, Jamie. You really need to learn how to clean up after yourself."

The wolf threw the fox down into a pile of clothes, Jamie still half-stunned and dizzy.

"I'm- mmph!"

There was a pair of boxers in his mouth. His, old and heavy with fox musk.

"Since you don't seem to mind the mess, you might as well be closer with it."

He tried to spit out the boxers, but the wolf clamped a paw around his muzzle.

"No. Hold it there. In fact, I'm going to make sure of it."

The fox whimpered. Kevin reached down into the pile of clothes and pulled out another pair of boxers, twisted it into a rope.

Those cost twenty bucks, he wanted to say. It didn't seem to matter, though, since Kevin tied them around his muzzle. He wouldn't be saying anything for a while.

Kevin snickered. "This is really turning you on, huh? I should have done this last month."

The fox looked down. His cock was rock hard, sticking straight up out of his sheath. He blushed.

"Yeah, that's a good look for you. Just one more thing..."

The wolf grabbed his arm, pulled him up to a standing position. He twisted both arms behind the fox's back.

"Hm... hold those there, fox. I need to find something to keep them that way."

Jamie considered disobeying, or pulling off the gag, but what was the point? If a little bit of kinky sex was all it took to get Kevin off his back, he'd be happy to get Kevin off as many times as it took.

And besides, it not like he wasn't enjoying it.

So he sighed, and bit down on the gag in his mouth as he heard the wolf rummage through the living room.

"Got it." The fox spun around. The wolf was holding a ball of kitchen twine and a pair of scissors. "Close your eyes, Jamie."

Jamie closed his eyes. He heard the sound of scissors click, felt his arms move and his shoulders pull back. His forearms were pressed side by side, and Jamie winced as the twine bit in and held them together.

"Perfect."

There was a sharp pressure on his back. He fell, face first into his dirty laundry. He turned his shoulders, caught the glint in Kevin's eye.

"Just getting you where I want you, fox."

A foot slammed into his back, pushing the air out of him. Jamie felt a tug at his boxers, the pressure on his back increasing as the wolf leaned down.

"These need to go, too. Fox bitches don't wear clothes."

He mumbled no through his gag, but not very loudly. Fox bitches didn't wear clothes. He felt his face flush, and he tried to push up against the wolf, but Kevin didn't budge. He was completely under the wolf's control.

His legs were lifted, and the air of the room hit his cock and he shivered. It was rock hard, his sheath already pulled back, and Kevin grinned.

"You're enjoying this way too much, you know? Not much of a punishment for you, is it?"

I'm not, Jamie thought, but even he could tell he was lying. Some part of him was still proud, still trying to maintain the illusion of unwillingness, but the rest of him was eager to see what the wolf would do, eager to let the wolf do whatever he wanted.

The fox squirmed on the ground.

"Still mobile, huh? I'll fix that for you."

The paw lifted from his back. He froze. This was the last chance he had to make any kind of decision, the last chance he had to fight if that's what he was going to do. If Kevin tied him up any further, there wasn't going to be anything he could do to fight back.

The wolf grabbed his left leg, pulled the heel back to the thigh. Another snip, another length of twine strapped them together. His right leg was tied the same way. They twinged, but the fox was flexible enough that it was bearable.

What was more of a concern was the twine; he could already feel it start to cut into his arms, and he hoped Kevin wasn't planning to keep him like this for long.

The wolf leaned over him, and he felt a pressure at the base of his tail. Another length of twine looped around it, and his arms jerked.

"There. All trussed up neatly. Now just one more thing."

Click.

There was a pressure around his neck. A collar.

And a lock.

He tried to turn, and felt a tug around his tail. He could barely raise his shoulders off the ground. He looked up. The wolf looked down.

"Now what should I do with you?"

The wolf licked his lips.

"Well... first of all, I think I'm going to turn you into my own little cocksleeve for a while."

The fox blushed. This was more what he'd expected, and didn't at all mind. He'd been fucked before. Hell, he'd been fucked last week.

He'd just never been fucked tied up so much he couldn't move, by his landlord, with a collar locked around his neck.

The wolf picked him up effortlessly, tossed him onto the bed. His legs, folded in half, dangled uselessly off the edge. The wolf leaned over him and pushed a paw on his back.

"Better bite down, fox."

The wolf shoved a finger in him, and he winced. It was barely wet, probably just a trace of the wolf's spit on it, but that didn't seem to stop Kevin. The wolf worked another finger in, twisted a few times, and that was it. That was all the warm up he was going to get.

The tip of the wolf's cock pressed against his tail.

One thrust had it in halfway, and the fox groaned. He'd never been fucked dry by someone as large as Kevin before, either. Every inch felt like a mile, every little push and tug put under a microscope. The wolf's cock scraped against his tail, forcing it wider and wider, and the fox's cock twitched and spurted under him.

The wolf's other paw came down on his head, his muzzle shoved into the sheets. The wolf's cock sunk ever further into him.

He could barely breathe, through the sheets. He panted, gasped at every inch, but none of that helped now. He was a bitch. The wolf's bitch. Kevin's bitch, and he deserved every bit of pain he got.

The wolf's cock was fully in, the beginnings of a knot forming. Kevin pulled out, a sharp sting ringing across the fox's rear, and before he could even moan the wolf thrust back in, again, and again, and again.

"Such a slut... taking me dry. I figured I'd have to stop and lube up before I made you bleed, but I guess you're just that worn out. How often do you get fucked, Jamie?"

Not often enough, he thought. Slowly, the wolf's thrusts were becoming less painful, the pressure against his prostate and his inner walls more noticeable as the wolf's cock began to dribble pre against his aching tailhole. He could feel a slickness under his groin, his own cock starting to drip uselessly. Each thrust sent it rubbing against the soft sheets, and Jamie moaned and thrust back as much as he could.

"Heh. Good slut. Good little foxy bitch."

The wolf's knot was swollen, and Jamie felt it bump up against him.

"You want it in you, fox bitch?"

He nodded, moaned in response.

"You sure? It's going to hurt. It's going to fucking split you open, fox bitch. You sure you want it?"

Oh god, yes. He panted into his gag, wagged his tail for the wolf behind him. He couldn't say a word, but the wolf understood him, or didn't care what he wanted, and either was fine with him. He wanted Kevin to tie him, to pump his seed deep inside him.

The wolf grunted. He leaned forward, short, brutal thrusts, the knot pounding at the entrance to Jamie's tail, until finally, achingly, Jamie felt his tailhole expand and the knot slip in.

He screamed, only half in pleasure. The sting of overstretched muscles lingered, sunk inside him, and he writhed beneath the wolf and sobbed.

"Told you it was going to hurt, fox. Bet you love it anyway."

Jamie had been knotted before, but back in college he'd never let Kevin do it. Too risky, he thought. Too much chance of being caught by another student, too awkward, too embarrassing to submit to another male so.

Now he regretted every opportunity he'd missed to have Kevin's knot lodged against his prostate, that crushing, grinding pressure that made his cock jerk and his hips buck back and forth. His ring clenched around Kevin's cock, squeezed involuntarily, which only made the knot inside him hurt more.

Kevin growled. There was a pressure on his neck, Kevin's teeth brushing lightly over him for a better grip.

"I'm gonna cum, fox. Gonna fill you up. Gonna mark you so everyone knows who you belong to, bitch. Let's see if you do, too."

The fox felt the cock inside him pulse, shudder. The wolf's thrusts were weaker, just an inch or two at a time, and finally Kevin's teeth clamped down and he felt a warmth spread inside him.

He didn't cum, as much as he wanted to. His cock rubbed against the sheets, achingly close, pre staining his mattress, but he didn't cum. He just moaned and leaned back against the wolf, let the pain of the bite flow through him.

He was just a fox bitch, after all. And fox bitches didn't need to cum. They were just there to serve.

Jamie shivered.

They lay together for a few minutes. Jamie tried to thrust against the bed, eke out the last little bit of friction for an orgasm, but Kevin growled and swatted him each time he tried to move. So he lay there, unhappily, the pressure inside him making him groan and keeping his cock hard and aching.

Then there was another flood of warmth inside him.

His eyes widened. He wasn't.

"Said I was going to mark you, bitch. You thought I just meant cum?"

Kevin was pissing inside him. The thought of it horrified him. And yet nothing he could do was going to change that. The wolf had marked him, in the most intimate and disgusting way he could think of, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"When I pull out, hold it in you. I want you to soak in my piss."

The wolf's knot had shrunk to a half-full baseball size, and Jamie, his tail stretched and ruined as it was, felt nothing but an annoying emptiness when it pulled out. He clamped his hole as tight as he could, as Kevin ordered, blushing all the while.

He couldn't move, couldn't do much of anything, so he lay there as Kevin rummaged around in his closet.

"Ha. Knew you had one."

Kevin had found his plugs. And by the feel of it, it was one of the larger ones. His hole stretched wide again, almost as wide as Kevin's knot, and a little bit of liquid squirted out as it sunk in.

"Tut tut, fox. I told you to hold it. Guess I'm going to have to punish you for that."

Jamie whimpered. He'd sucked him off, let the wolf tie him up, even been fucked. Were they still not done?

"That can wait, though. I've got other plans for you, fox bitch."

The wolf flipped him over. He raised his head, watched as the wolf left the room and returned with a cell phone. He made a call, shooting a glance at Jamie and smirking.

"Hey. The apartment's ready to show. Come on over."

Was Kevin just going to leave him like this? If he was leaving to show an apartment... was Kevin planning to take him along? Share him out? He didn't want that, as much as the idea turned him on.

But instead, Kevin started to tidy up his apartment. The clothes were thrown in the hamper. Fallen books and papers were stacked and neatly arranged. Kevin even remade the coffee.

Oh god. Was he showing this apartment? Did Kevin just want a free fuck before kicking him out? His thoughts raced, heart pounded. Fuck the wolf if he did that. He'd thought they were friends, at least.

There was a knock on the door, and Jamie tried to sit up, tried to move, but the wolf had tied him too well.

He heard mumbled words from the living room, laughter.

The apartment really was being shown. He clenched his fists, struggled harder. He wasn't going to be humiliated like this.

But try as he might, the most Jamie could do was wriggle, and hurt his limbs. The twine was too thin, too tight to struggle against, and eventually, he gave up and lay there on the bed. His limbs were sore; his body aching and tired. And he really, really needed to go to the bathroom before the wolf piss was absorbed into him.

Two sets of footsteps approached the bedroom.

"...and here we have the last amenity. A live-in fox slave, who needs to pay me back about six months worth of rent. So you'll have him for at least that long."

Jamie looked up. Next to the wolf was a hyena, shirtless. A sharp mane was dyed green at the tips.

The hyena grinned.

"Can he do any tricks?"

"Sure. Anal, oral, whatever. I just had a couple goes on him, but you're welcome to try the merchandise out first."

A pit was growing in Jamie's stomach. This was worse than the thought. Much worse.

So why was he still hard?

"Think I will."

The hyena walked towards the bed, the fox eyeing him cautiously. He reached under the fox's tail.

"Not that end for a bit, I'm afraid. I marked the little fucker just now, and I want to let the message sink in a bit more."

The hyena shrugged. He reached for the fox's muzzle, used a claw to slit the boxers. Jamie spat out the gag.

He opened his mouth. The two of them, wolf and hyena, looked at him.

The wolf winked. He closed his mouth.

Slowly, very slowly, he nodded, and the wolf walked over, scratched under his chin.

"Good fox bitch."

Well, it's not like he had anywhere better to go.

The hyena grabbed his head, forced it down to his stiffening length. It smelled strong, male. Almost as good as Kevin's.

"Does he have a name?"

"Sure. 'Bitch.'"

Jamie grunted around the hyena's cock, and blushed.

"Seems right. I think I'll keep bitch tied up in the closet most of the time. How's that sound?"

The hyena's cock sunk deep into him, almost as deep as the wolf's had. Jamie looked up, saw the grin on the hyena's face. From far away, he heard Kevin's voice.

"Sure. I'll set up some locks, install some wall attachments for you."

A paw reached down again, patted the bridge of his muzzle. He swallowed, and looked up.

"And I'm thinking a few other things. Piercings, maybe. A few tattoos."

He shivered. His head spun. This wasn't really happening, was it? He pulled his arms against the twine, winced as it rubbed against his raw wrists.

Kevin chuckled. "Take it up with the fox. I'm sure he won't mind, though."

I mind, he thought, but all he did was wrap his tongue around the hyena's cock. All he did was serve.

The hyena groaned, panted. He felt the hyena's grip tighten.

"I think I'll take it."

Perfect.