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"Good boy," Collin purred as he ruffled Trent's headfur. It was clear his confidence returning as he circled the kneeling wolf. "See, Hamza? What did I tell you? Attitude is everything. You just gotta want something bad enough, or eventually someone better will come and take it from you." The leopard's voice dripped with condescension.

If he weren't in such a precarious situation Trent would have rolled his eyes. The only reason he hadn't torn the leopards foreleg off and beaten him to unconscious with it already was Hamza had asked, no forced, him to play along with this charade. So it seemed there was no way getting out of this bind.

Trent's ears pressed flat against his skull, his jaw clenched so tight he could hear his teeth grinding against each other. He was surprised one of them hadn't developed a fracture. The humiliation burned through him like acid, but he forced himself to remain still. This wasn't about pride anymore—it was about survival. His career, his future with Claire, everything he'd worked for hung in the balance.

Trent took a breath before he inched down farther in front of his grinning colleague, his muzzle at buckle level of the leopard's uniform. The self-satisfied feline wasting little time before he undid his zipper to show several inches of pink leopard-meat sliding out of a fat white sheath. The wolf paused, quietly staring.

As he stared at the sheath in front of him Trent felt a rush of something unfamiliar—not shame, but a strange, unexpected heat. The room seemed to close in around him as time slowed. He was kneeling, naked except for his hastily donned underwear, staring at Collin's exposed member. His career, his future with Claire, everything he'd worked for hung in the balance.

"No." The word escaped his lips with quiet certainty.

Collin's smirk faltered. "What was that?"

Trent rose to his feet and shaking himself from his stupor, towering over the leopard once more. "I said no." His voice remained calm, professional even as he reached for his pants. "And I think His Excellency would be very interested to hear how his son is being manipulated by someone meant to protect him." He was careful not to reprimand Hamza directly, but made his displeasure clear.

“It'd be your word against mine." The leopard snapped.

“No. It would be his word against ours." Hamza whispered. Both agents looked over in shock. The elk clasped his hooves and stared resolutely back at them. “I really do want to see if Agent Reeves can do as he says he can." He stated clearly. Collin grinned when he heard the elk's statement. “However." Hamza continued after a pregnant pause. “Afterwards though, Agent Walker, you get to have a go at him." The elk stated and nodded, more to himself than to his body guards. “Assuming you want to."

“Hear that? You'll get to get fucked twice by me haha. Now why don't you be a good little slut for us and get me ready?"

Trent' face twisted in an expression of disgust, but he knew better than to say anything. There wasn't any way that he was going to fuck that insufferable leopard. The sooner he got this out of the way the sooner he can file the harassment report and move on with his life. Slowly, he sank back down to his knees. Folding his ears back, Trent didn't make a sound but he did open his muzzle. He knew full well what the leopard intended, but a part of him still unable to believe he would actually go through with it. He leaned forward and extended his tongue, flicking the leopard's glans as he wrapped his muzzle around it. He heard the leopard give a deep purr, then felt a rough paw fondle his ears as he pleased the leopard with his mouth. Collin slowly rubbed the soft fur between his digits as he teasingly dug a claw into Trent's ear canal. The wolfs eyes widened at the unfamiliar stimulation as he fought against his scratch reflex. Unfortunately he wasn't able to stifle the soft mewl of pleasure that escaped his lips.

The sound elicited a chuckle from Collin, who pushed his hips forward, forcing more of himself into Trent's muzzle.

"See? You're enjoying this more than you let on," the leopard taunted, his spotted tail swishing with satisfaction. "I always knew there was something submissive about you, Walker."

As someone who worked out intensively, Trent wasn't a stranger to the smell of other males, but with his nose an inch or so from the emerging feline cock what he was inhaling was different. He couldn't describe the taste of the leopard's meat, maybe because he'd never done this before but it was an odd flavor. But he didn't dwell on it. He reminded himself that he wouldn't be here if he hadn't wanted a career in the service. He needed to make sure he didn't lose it now. He still felt the urge to lash out and defend himself, but knew he couldn't with Hamza watching.

Trent's eyes watered as he struggled not to gag, his mind racing through possible exits from this situation. Each second in this position felt like an eternity, each movement of his tongue against the feline's member a betrayal of everything he stood for. He glanced sideways at Hamza, searching for any sign that the elk might intervene, but the elk merely watched with a fascinated stare. The ambassador's son seemed enraptured by what was going on. It was like he had a front seat to a live porno.

The wolf's claws dug into his own thighs, leaving small crescents in his fur as he fought to maintain control. This was temporary, he reminded himself. Temporary and necessary. Evidence was being collected with every degrading moment—mental notes that would form his report later.

Trent's focus on the situation was hard to hold onto when both of the feline's spotted paws settled on the top of his head, and even harder when the barbed glans was along his tongue. Each withdrawal cause the small spines to along the wolf's sensitive tongue, eliciting a rumbling purr of pleasure from Collin. And as unsettling as the leopard's musk was, the taste of another male's shaft on his tongue made his muzzle twist in disgust even as more of Collin's cock slid out. Even with his ears folded the wolf's keen hearing picked up the leopard's self-satisfied purrs, the pink length sliding deeper into his muzzle as it went from firm to hard, the little barbs along it now scraping against his smooth tongue every time the leopard pulled out.

"That's it," Collin crooned, gripping Trent's ears tighter. "Never would've thought the uptight wolf had such a talented mouth." As he spoke he kneaded the hidden spot that sent shivers down the wolf's spine. Every so often wag of the tail would happen or a twitch of a leg. Trent just hoped that Hamza was too enthralled by what was happening around Collin's crotch to be paying attention to Trent's tail.

The internal struggle was becoming harder for Trent to contain. His body was responding in ways his mind rebelled against, creating a conflict that threatened to tear him apart. Each involuntary reaction—the tail wags, the leg twitches—felt like a betrayal of himself. But biological responses were just that: automatic, without consent.

Hamza leaned forward on his seat, hooves pressed together under his chin, eyes wide with fascination. "I never thought I'd see the day," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "The mighty Agent Walker, brought to heel."

Collin's rhythm increased, his hips now thrusting with purpose. "Gonna make you take it all," he growled, his paws firmly holding Trent's head in place. "Show you what a real predator is like."

Trent's throat constricted as he fought against his gag reflex. His mind flashed to Claire—her smile, her laugh, how she'd look at him with such pride when he told her about his promotions. What would she think if she saw him now? The thought nearly broke him, but he clung desperately to what little dignity remained.

Trent's mind raced through his options. The leopard was taking his time and every second this continued was another second of humiliation, another moment that could destroy everything he'd built. His career. His engagement to Claire. His self-respect. Could he even recover from this?

Trent closed his eyes, focusing on anything but the present moment. Fuck keeping an accurate tally of infractions for the report. The wolf wanted to be anywhere but here. He mentally recited security protocols, weapons specifications—anything to distance himself from what was happening. But his body betrayed him with each expert manipulation of his sensitive ears. The leopard knew exactly where to touch, and the wolf's growing physical response filled him with shame.

"I've been waiting for this," Collin said between ragged breaths. "Ever since you strutted into this detail thinking you were better than everyone else."

Hamza shifted in his seat, his breath coming faster now. "Agent Collins, I believe you're close, yes?" The young elk's voice had a strange, husky quality Trent hadn't heard before.

"Not even," Collin replied with a wink, his rhythm remaining steady. "Our pet wolf is about to get a proper lesson in endurance."

Something in Trent snapped. Not outwardly—he remained physically compliant—but inside, a cold resolve crystallized. This wasn't just about enduring anymore. This was about surviving with enough pieces of himself intact to destroy Collin later. He would document every second, every humiliation, and when the time came, he would ensure the leopard never worked in security again. Hell he would never work again.

Just then leopard thrust deeper, hitting the back of Trent's throat and making him gag. The sound seemed to please Collin, who increased his pace.

"See what I mean, Hamza? Anyone can be broken with the right approach."

Glancing to the side Trent locked eyes with the young elk, who watched with an expression of rapt fascination. “I can't believe it!" he heard the buck gasp from beside him, and for a moment Trent shared his disbelief. When had the elk moved from his seat? The wolf hadn't even registered the elk approaching. How did this happen? How and why did he let Collin manipulate him to the point that he had the other male's cock in his muzzle? And like that, his moment to escape passed.

“I told you – from big bad wolf to a tame bitch. All it takes is the right attitude…" the leopard gloated, keeping a paw on Trent's head as he pushed more of his barbed cock past the wolf's lips. He knew for a fact it wasn't the feline's 'attitude' that had him on his knees and sucking his cock but… what did? Was he really doing this just for the sake of his career? The wolf had been avoiding meeting the no doubt grinning leopard's gaze but he did look up then, just in time to see the lens of a smartphone staring back at him, and felt his heart seize. He hadn't realized the whole thing was being filmed. In his shock his maw dropped open and the leopard's cock slipped out, a long line of saliva connecting his tongue to the throbbing length.

"Smile for the camera," Collin taunted, angling the phone to capture Trent's horrified expression. "This'll make a great addition to my private collection."

Trent's world collapsed around him. Not just humiliation now—evidence. Blackmail material. His career wouldn't just be damaged; it would be obliterated. The sudden clarity of his situation hit him like a physical blow, and his body reacted before his mind could process. With a snarl that came from somewhere primal, he tried to lunge upward, to knock the phone from Collin's hand.

"What the—" The leopard's surprise as Trent swiped at him.

"Delete it," Trent growled, his voice barely recognizable even to himself. "Now."

Hamza stumbled backward, his hooves clicking against the floor. "Agent Walker! Control yourself immediately!" His voice, equally sharp. Snapping he fingers, he pointed to the ground. Much to his surprise, Trent found himself sinking back into position, tail tucked. He felt more like a cowed dog than a wolf. He felt like he was digging himself deeper and deeper in a hole.

“That's it wolfy, let me get a nice shot of those bedroom eyes…" Collin gloated, knowing that he had his competitor right where he wanted him in more ways than one. Trent wasn't sure what it was that got him on his knees in front of the feline, but now he knew what was keeping him there, sucking on the other male's cock even as the leopard began to slowly rut his mouth. He couldn't risk having that video get out and Collin knew it. All Trent could do was to stay on his knees and hope the buff feline would be satisfied once he'd pumped a load down his throat. And his cock could reach just far enough to do it, with the tip poking the back of the wolf's throat every time the leopard's nuts bumped against his chin.

“He doesn't seem to be very good at it…" he heard the buck remark after a while in a curious and eager tone the wolf did not like the sound of.

“I don't need him to be good. Just messy…" Collin replied, holding the back of the wolf's head as he began to gleefully fuck his muzzle.

The leopard's thrusts became more aggressive, forcing Trent to breathe in sharp bursts through his nose. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, not from emotion but from the physical strain. Each barbed drag across his tongue sent conflicting signals to his brain—discomfort mixed with an unwanted tingle that made his tail twitch.

"Look at those ears flattening," Collin laughed, tightening his grip. "Bet they don't teach this at the academy, do they, Walker?"

Hamza circled them, his hooves making soft clicks against the floor. "I must say, Agent Reeves, your methods are... unorthodox." There was a note in the elk's voice that Trent couldn't quite place—fascination tinged with something darker.

It was all Trent could do to swallow the feline pre and try not to choke as the tip of the barbed shaft kept poking the back of his throat. He turned his eyes away from the camera and the leering face looking down at him, focusing instead on the wall of white-furred muscle, the clench and flex of the leopard's abs as he pumped his cock in and out of Trent's mouth. When the feline cock was pulled free from his mouth the wolf hoped that Collin had had enough, that he'd enjoyed humiliating him and getting what would certainly be good blackmail material. But the leopard wasn't done with him.

"Oh, I think our friend Hamza here wants to see what else you can do," Collin purred, nodding toward the young elk who was watching with wide eyes. "Don't you, Hamza?"

"I... yes," Hamza replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Trent's stomach churned with dread. This wasn't ending—it was escalating. The leopard's cock, slick with his saliva, bobbed obscenely in front of his face. He could feel Hamza's presence behind him, the elk's breath quickening with excitement.

"Stand up, Walker," Collin commanded, tucking his phone into his pocket but keeping it recording. "Let's give His Excellency's son a proper show."

On shaky legs, Trent rose, his knees aching from the hard floor. His mind raced for a way out—a diplomatic solution, a distraction, anything. But with that video now in Collin's possession, his options had narrowed to a pinpoint.

"Canids are all the same underneath their tough-guy act. But more on that later. Why don't we let Walker here show you how much he's learned about giving a good muzzlejob"

The buck swallowed, his antlers suddenly looking small on his head. His previous confidence shrinking as he was suddenly involved in the action. "I... yeah. Show me." Hamza slowly walked in front of the shivering wolf.

The next thing Trent felt was a paw on his lower back, pushing him forward until his muzzle was level with Hamza's lap.

Trent's ears flattened further against his skull as he watched the elk's eyes widen. The ambassador's son hesitated only a moment before his paws moved to his zipper.

"I... I've never..." Hamza stammered.

"First time for everything," Collin purred, his paw still firmly planted on Trent's back. "And trust me, a muzzle's a muzzle. Just pretend he's that doe from your economics class."

Trent felt a surge of anger. This was going too far. Servicing Collin to protect his career was one thing, but involving the ambassador's son crossed a line. If His Excellency ever found out...

"This is inappropriate," Trent growled, trying to rise. "He's barely—"

"Eighteen," Collin finished, pushing him back down with surprising strength. "And perfectly legal. Besides, I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, not with what I've got on my phone."

The young elk had managed to free himself from his panths, the length starting to peak out from his sheath.

“What are you staring at bitch?" the leopard barked, actually slapping the dazed wolf's face with the dripping length, eliciting a gasp from the elk. Trent couldn't bear to look Hamza in the eye as he started lapping at the younger elk's length.

Trent felt a wave of shame as his tongue moved across the elk's shaft. He had sworn an oath to protect this young elk, and now here he was, violating that trust in the most intimate way possible. But with Collin's phone capturing every humiliating moment, what choice did he have?

"You're gonna have to do better than that, boy scout. Show the kid what a real blowjob feels like," Collin commanded, his paw still firmly on Trent's back.

Trent hesitated for only a moment before taking Hamza's growing shaft into his mouth. The elk gasped, his inexperienced body responding immediately to the warm, wet sensation. Unlike the leopard's barbed length, the elk's was smooth, making it easier to take. Trent found himself working on autopilot, his mind detached from what his body was doing.

"That's it," Collin encouraged, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that."

The young elk's inexperience was obvious in the way he trembled, his hooves gripping the desk. Trent closed his eyes, trying to disconnect his mind from what his body was doing. He thought of Claire, of the life they were building together, and felt sick to his stomach. How could he ever look her in the eyes again?

"Turn around," the leopard ordered, spinning his finger in a circular motion. "Let's show Hamza what that tail of yours is hiding."

"This isn't necessary," Trent managed, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat had taken.

Collin's expression darkened. "Did I ask for a bitch's opinion?" He stepped closer, his spotted muzzle inches from Trent's face. "One call, and this video goes to everyone in the department. Your fiancée included."

The mention of Claire sent ice through Trent's veins. He turned slowly, feeling exposed in a way that transcended physical nakedness.

"Good boy," Collin purred, running a paw down Trent's back until it rested at the base of his tail. "Now bend over the desk."

Trent's muscles locked in resistance. This was crossing a line he hadn't prepared himself for. Sucking the leopard off was one thing—degrading, humiliating—but this was another level entirely.

"I can't—" he began.

"You can and you will," Collin cut him off, pressing the phone screen in front of Trent's face. The video played in miniature—the wolf on his knees, the leopard's cock in his mouth. "Unless you want to explain this to your superiors. To Claire."

The big wolf shook as he turned and did as he was told. He slowly braced himself against the desk on his forepaws. Moments later he felt Collin grab the tip of his tail and yank upwards, revealing his tailhole to Hamza.

The cold air of the room whispered across Trent's exposed hindquarters, making him shiver involuntarily. He stared straight ahead at the wall, refusing to acknowledge the burning humiliation coursing through him. Behind him, he heard Hamza's hooves shift on the floor, moving closer.

"Wow," the elk murmured, his voice thick with interest. "I've never seen a canid in such a... vulnerable position before."

"Get used to it," Collin replied, his paw still gripping Trent's tail firmly. "Our wolf here is learning his place in the pack. Aren't you, Walker?"

Trent remained silent, jaw clenched. The leopard's free paw came down hard on his rump, making him jolt forward against the desk.

"I asked you a question," Collin growled.

"Yes," Trent managed, the word tasting like ash in his mouth.

The leopard chuckled, releasing Trent's tail only to spread his cheeks wider. "Look at that tight little pucker, Hamza. Bet no one's been in there before.

"I've never—" Trent began, but his words died in his throat as a sharp prickling sensation touched his exposed entrance. He flinched, claws scraping against the desk's surface.

"Easy," Collin purred, working a sharp claw up against Trent's tailhole. "Don't want to damage the furniture, do we?"

"Why's he reacting like that," Hamza whispered, leaning closer. "His tail is twitching. Is that... normal?"

"It means he's enjoying it more than he wants to admit," Collin replied, working a second claw tip alongside the first. The tips of his claws circling Trent's hole like two predators flanking their prey. Occasionally one hooked a little bit of Trent's thick ring of muscle causing it to wink.

Trent wanted to die from shame. His body was responding despite his disgust, a physiological reaction he couldn't control. The leopard's paw found a tighter grasp on his tail his tail, lifting it slightly.

“Why don't you come closer Hamza. Get a good feel" The leopard said as he brought Hamza's shaking hooftip against Trent's hole. Trent let out an involuntary gasp at the cold hardness.

"I... it's warm," Hamza whispered, his hoof circling Trent's entrance with growing confidence. "And twitching."

The sensation of the hard hoof against his most private area sent conflicting signals through Trent's body. He didn't even touch himself back there except to clean himself. His mind screamed in protest while his body responded with traitorous interest of thousands of years of evolution. All wolves knew what was going to happen when a male loses a contest for the role as pack alpha, but that was in the wild. Lupines had come a long way since but the instincts still remained, warring with his rational mind. Every muscle in his back tensed as he fought to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"That's right," Collin encouraged, guiding the young elk's movements. "Now press in, just a little."

Trent bit back a yelp as the blunt tip of Hamza's hoof breached him slightly. The intrusion burned, his body clenching around the unfamiliar presence. His ring sealed around the little bit of hoof that had entered him, slowly pulsing. The pressure was strange, alien—neither entirely painful nor pleasurable, but overwhelming in its significance. Trent's breath came in shallow pants as he struggled to process the invasion.

"See how he's relaxing around you?" Collin's voice was thick with satisfaction. "That's his body giving in, even if his mind hasn't caught up yet."

Hamza nodded, transfixed by the sight of his hoof partially embedded in the wolf's body. "It's... frankly amazing. The way his muscles work."

"Pull out slowly," the leopard instructed, "then push back in. Let him feel it."

The elk complied, withdrawing his hoof before pressing forward again with more confidence. This time, Trent couldn't suppress the low whine that escaped his throat. His claws dug deeper into the desk's surface, leaving scratches he knew would be noticed later. More evidence of his shame.

"Look at how he takes it," Collin commented, his voice thick with cruel amusement. "Natural-born bitch, this one."

"Fuck, you're actually getting into this, aren't you?" Collin sneered, noticing the wolf's own betraying arousal. "Look at that, Hamza. Our straight-laced wolf is pitching a tent." Trent's lupine length had started to steadily drip precum down the front of the desk, fluid making a slow snail trail down the wooden surface. The leopard reached a paw out and gave Trent's balls a light squeeze eliciting a soft whine from the wolf.

"Sensitive, isn't he?" Collin chuckled, rolling Trent's testicles between his fingers. "Bet Claire doesn't know how to touch you like this."

The mention of his fiancée's name sent a fresh wave of shame through Trent. His ears flattened further against his skull, a growl building in his throat that died when Collin's grip tightened warningly around his sac.

"Easy now," the leopard purred. "Wouldn't want anything... unfortunate to happen."

"Please," Trent managed, hating how desperate he sounded. "Don't do this. It's not too late to stop. I won't even file a report."

Collin leaned over him, his spotted muzzle brushing against Trent's ear. "But it's so educational for our young charge, isn't it? Besides, we're just getting started."

Hamza withdrew his hoof, leaving Trent feeling both relieved and strangely hollow. He relaxed a bit, only now noticing how much his claws had dug into the wooden desk, leaving visible scratches in the polished surface. The elk breathing heavily as he stared at Trent's exposed rear. "I want to see more," he said, his voice trembling with excitement at Trent's submission. "Show me what else he can do."

Collin's laugh was low and dangerous. "Oh, I think we can arrange that." His paw slid from Trent's tail to the back of his neck, pushing him down until his chest was flat against the desk. "Do you want to feel what it's like to have a real wolf bitch? Your own personal guard dog, trained to serve?"

The ambassador's son hesitated only momentarily before nodding, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes. I want that."

Trent's mind raced through his options, each more desperate than the last. He could fight back, but the video evidence would destroy everything. He could appeal to Hamza's better nature, but the young elk was clearly caught up in the power dynamic Collin had created. But the leopard behind him spoke up before he could come to any sort of solution.

"I think he's ready for more," Collin purred, his paw tracing the curve of Trent's spine. "What do you say, Hamza? Lets see how deep this rabbit, I mean, wolf hole goes. Our friend here needs to learn what happens when a real alpha takes charge."