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Evan was starting to feel as though bad luck simply followed him around, those days.

An associate's degree and a host of odd jobs growing up left him overqualified for anything at the entry level, but far underqualified for anything that would have been worthwhile for him to pursue.

He was just getting by, and as much as ever, the rest of his roommates were on his ass about trying to find work—swallowing his pride wouldn’t have been that difficult, but he was trying to think about his future, as well, and didn’t want another come and go job sitting on his resume, when he started getting serious about things.

“Word on the street is that you're looking for an opportunity.”

He had, however, gotten used to hearing those words or seeing them in advertisements online, and in his experience, Evan only ever found disappointment at the end of those conversations and email threads.

“…I'm pretty sure I can do better than the assistant manager position at McBurger,” Evan muttered, unsure if he recognized that voice or not. “Or, at least, not if you guys aren't going to up the offer to what I asked for.”

When Evan finally turned away from the cheapest drink that he could find, he found he was sitting next to a marbled fox with a smaller glass, and far less liquid…but he saw the bottle being pulled away after the pour, and knew the man didn't share a tax bracket with him.

“Not that I've got any issue with McBurger…least, other than their subpar food, I'm not affiliated with them. I think you'll find that I have a much more enticing offer to make, if you're willing to hear me out.”

In a bar was the last place that Evan would have expected to find an offer of employment, unless it was coming straight from the owner of the tavern. He'd spent so much time there that he'd been told he could have passed for a bar stool, but he wasn't looking to spend anymore time out drinking than he needed to, when he barely had the coins to rub together for a tip.

“Allow me to suspend my disbelief that you'd be looking for warm bodies in a place like this if you weren't desperate,” Evan replied. “But as long as you aren't with the mob or something, I…sure. Let's hear what you've got to say.”

Evan had every reason to be skeptical. Whether it was his recent string of failed job attempts or the fact that someone was offering him employment based on nothing but what seat he took at the bar, he would have been justified.

“So, I happen to be working with a distribution company. Adult films,” the marbled fox came right out with it, sparing their lost time. “Name's Aaron, and coyotes are all the rage in the industry, right now. Might only be a flavor of the week situation, but a few hundred is a few hundred, isn't it?”

Morally, Evan had no opposition, but he always thought there would have been a longer delay between his desperation growing to such a level, and his accepting such an opportunity…not to mention the fact that the opportunity had fallen right into his lap so unexpectedly.

“…A few hundred?”

“If you're any good.”

Evan looked at his drink, the cracked screen of his smart phone, and another message about if he was ever going to find gainful employment.

He didn't have a choice.

**

“There's really no script to this?”

A fairly plain bedroom, decorated in mostly IKEA-style furniture and unremarkable paint choices greeted Evan when he and Aaron arrived. The coyote felt as though he was back in his party hopping days; that room could have passed for any bedroom in a standard, college apartment.

“Nope,” Aaron noted, standing by the side with one sheet of paper. “Just some very brief instructions, which, incidentally, start with you removing your briefs.”

There were only a few cameras set up around the bed, where Evan was told to stand. Right at the foot of it, he resisted the urge to bend over the side for a sultry pose, unsure of what he was meant to do, and even less sure of how he was meant to look.

The idea of being attractive enough to be a porn star in the first place was a boon for his self-confidence, but there was still an entirely natural unease about the way that his eyes darted between some of those peering lenses—his shirt was still coming off, of course, but he didn't know if he was moving too quickly, when he lifted the hem and stretched his arms overhead.

Pants came off just a moment later, with Evan plucking the clip of his belt and tugging it free of the loops. He tossed the leather aside and cast a smolder to the camera, before pushing old, tired briefs of back down his legs and over his ankles.

Dangling them from the end of a footpaw, he turned and sat his naked body on the bed, silently praying that he was working for a company that bothered to clean the sheets between shoots.

“Here…h-heh…here goes nothing, I guess.”

Making sure to switch his gaze between the cameras, Evan felt as though he was performing for a private audience. Each lens was an eager pair of eyes, to him, and he treated them with the care they deserved: he was slow and cautious about the way that he cupped his own sack, lifting his balls as though they were a treat to be savored.

He was that much smoother about the grip and stroke of his sheath, prompting the very tip of that tapered, lipstick shape of his cock to emerge—the first real treat that the camera was graced with—and Aaron’s cue to keep an eye out for the money shots that would end up earning him any real coin.

“Doesn't look like nothing to me,” Aaron called from the side, offering an ‘okay' symbol with one paw. “You sure you've never done this before? Seems to me you know exactly what you're doing!”

“I…probably watch way too much porn.”

“Don't we all?”

Evan snickered. He didn't think himself the type who had a problem or an addiction, but he certainly could have used other hobbies…preferably those that would earn him a little extra money.

“Guess it's coming in handy right now,” Evan admitted, as he leaned back over the bed, knowing how well that posture would accentuate the slender valley of his torso, revealing muscles that were more due to a lack of sustenance than they were to a sincere effort. “Should I just…keep going, then?”

His palm covered up the warm, reddish-pink of his shaft as it began to emerge, but before he could work him to a full, throbbing erection, he heard a banging at the door.

His eyes shrunk so quickly that it was a wonder his cock didn't follow suit.

“I have got to stop letting you call in all these favors,” a taller, thicker man burst through the door, glaring daggers first at Aaron, before turning a softer attention to Evan. “To be honest, I don't think I even owed you one this time!”

“Are you really gonna complain about getting the chance to bang a good-looking coyote on camera? Or perhaps, are you gonna complain about the part where you get paid to do it?” Aaron countered. “Go on. I'll wait.”

Evan gulped. He didn't know that beast of a man, but his frustration was palpable, and even if he was a gentle soul, there seemed little gentle about such a full, thick body: bulky arms, a broad chest, and thick thighs were all part of the package, but little of it was fluff.

He was a proper beefcake, and though he wasn't furious, he certainly didn't seem happy to be there.

“You'd better come through and actually pay me this time,” the man demanded. “And why does that guy look so startled?”

“Oh, right. Evan; this is Zech. He’s gonna be putting you through your paces today,” Aaron turned to face the coyote with a wicked grin, already looking forward to what was about to unfold on the cheap, poster bed. “Sorry that I didn't give you all the details sooner, but you'd be shocked at how many people back out of this kind of offer when they know that a big, burly coywolf is going to be bending them over the side of the bed.”

“And…y-you didn't think to check if I was gay or not before doing this?”

“Are you?”

“Well, no…but he…o-oh, shit. He's already getting naked.”

Zech wanted to voice his approval of Evan, but he so often believed that actions spoke louder than words, and the dropping of his jeans by the door seemed a good way to get things going.

He was already free of any clothing by the time he came and took a seat next to Evan, and though the coyote himself had nothing to be ashamed of, Zech was absolutely packing between the legs.

“Well, yeah. It is a porno shoot,” Aaron reminded him. “We need multiple angles, multiple positions, at least one good ‘O face’ from Evan, and plenty of close-ups of him stroking his big, thick cock…it's all right here, in the notes.”

Evan cocked a brow at Aaron, before he felt the indomitable presence of the coywolf, lingering at his side. “How in the world do you know anything about my dick, Aaron?”

“I'm looking at it.”

“Yeah, but you said there were notes. Who the hell has been lo-"

“You ready, Zech? Time is money,” Aaron jumped right back in. “And I think it’s high time that our little coyote friend here finally earned his.”

Zech still wore that aura of frustration about himself, but there was a shift in the application when he turned to Evan. “Looks like we'll be working together, stranger. Name's Zech, as the little one mentioned. I sure hope you're as flexible as you look.”

Evan wasn't completely out of his element—having to meet new coworkers was a fairly common occurrence—but it was the first time he was doing so on the set of a porno shot.

“That's…y-yeah. Nice to meet you,” Evan offered a paw, but the shake was short lived, as Aaron approached the side of the bed. “I'd say the same about you, but I get the impression that you didn't get this job for your… flexibility.”

“Smart boy, aren't you?”

“You might be the first person to call me that.”

“Well, a word to the wise, then: just try your best to relax and have fun…and don't let the fox get into your head about anything.”

“And since you two are just sitting there, gonna sneak a few close-ups of that legendary cock,” Aaron made his presence known, no matter how much Evan tried to pretend he wasn't there. “Already stiff as a board, Evan…but that's not enough for the modern viewer. We need some action with that thing.”

“Wait, w-wait; I'm the top?”

“Oh, goodness no, dude. You might be sitting on top for this first round, but that should be more than enough to make it bounce, don't you think?”

Having already stolen glances at what Zech was packing, Evan knew that he had his work cut out for him, but where the coyote was already fully exposed, the coywolf still had inches pouring out of his sheath.

And just where the hell am I supposed to put all that? Evan wondered.

**

Everything was a little awkward in the preparation phases, but Evan was quick to adjust to the crash course.

He knew plenty of secrets about porn: the fact that actors were supposed to do prep work off camera so that only the best shots were used, the fact that some men needed to be fluffed between takes, and the sheer amount of lubrication could grease the engine of a car…

…and somehow, none of those things ended up applying when Zech was flat on his back and Evan was sitting in his lap, mostly unprepared for the tapered, canine head of the cock that was approaching his tailhole.

“Zech, feel free to guide him into place. Pull him down if you need to,” Aaron suggested. “And if he tries to squirm away, well…I know you've got no problem keeping a bitch in their place.”

“I don't really want to be called t-t-thaaaaat… that's really big…”

Zech wasn't as brutal as he could have been, from the start. There was some lube—not quite the gallons Evan expected—but enough that the tapered head of a coywolf’s member was already kissing against Evan's descending tailhole.

It was then or never, if he was going to back out of the role, but the coyote would have been over a barrel one way or the other.

If he was going to be anyway, he figured he might as well be getting paid for it.

“Not the first time you've heard that, is it?” Aaron chimed in, refusing to stay silent on the side. “But he's sure taking it like a champ, isn't he? You sure you're not a secret professional, Evan?”

The coyote didn't want to admit that he'd been taken in the rear end more times than not recently, but as impressive as some of those men—and strap-on clad women—happened to be, none held a candle to the girth of Zech's natural flesh, pushing up and through Evan's twitching entrance with plenty more to give.

“First time on film,” Evan hurried out the words, remembering to let out a breath as he welcomed those warm, throbbing inches. “Just n-not my first time taking a cock…might be my first time with one t-this…this big , though.”

He wasn't practiced at talking dirty for the camera, but that was for the best: Aaron was on contract with someone who wanted genuine content, as close to the real thing as possible…and keeping the details a secret from both men meant it was exactly that.

“Guessing the little guy didn’t fill you in on anything,” Zech replied. “He has a habit of hiding things, like that.”

All the while, Zech was grinning to hear those earnest compliments. It was a sincere, first reaction from Evan—he was enamored with that cock and wishing he could see it—but the camera was just as focused on capturing the standing, twitching flesh of the coyote as it was on watching a shaft disappear inside of him.

“Looks to me like you two are the ones doing the hiding,” Aaron claimed. The marbled fox moved in closer with a handheld camera, linked up to the same network, and took the close-up shot of that most intimate detail, right as Zech finished bottoming out inside of Evan's welcoming backside. “Not sure where Evan is putting all that, but he sure took the whole thing, didn't he?”

The camera was in close enough to see the twitch of one sack and the throb of an exposed shaft above; Evan's flesh did nothing to hide how pleasant it was to have such an incredible, fulfilling length buried within him, and the first trickles of precum arrived just as Aaron reached the tip with the camera.

“I'd like to s-see you try and take this whole f-fucking thing,” Evan muttered, barely able to speak at the peak of that penetration. “Would probably tear a little guy like you…c-clean in half!”

“You'd also never catch me in those shoes, Evan. They don't fit me.”

Despite his size, the marbled fox was a dominant personality, through and through: he relished the idea of getting a chance with Evan when Zech was through with his turn, but there was more than one surprise ahead for the (rather literally) poor coyote.

The first was the fact that Zech had so much aggression to work through, and though it wasn't Evan's fault by any stretch, he was the easier target, and conveniently, the one that was already speared upon his cock, leaving the coywolf with an easy choice to make: grabbing Evan by the tops of his thighs and pumping hard, he offered up just a sample of what he was really capable of, only for Evan to shudder with disbelief when an even faster thrust followed right behind.

“How…t-the fuck…can you move like that at your size?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder with just the tiniest bit of a grin in the corner of his muzzle; he was starting to come around to the idea, even if he didn't want to admit it.

“Years of practice,” Zech kept it short and sweet to start, wanting to focus on the sensation of a less experienced man, hugging and squeezing at his cock with a certain helplessness. “Not in front of a camera, of course, but this is far from my first rodeo, Evan. Seems that it might be yours, though…”

Evan nodded, and with that understanding, he finally started into bouncing in place, trying to meet with Zech's thrusting hips. “First time b-bouncing on one like this, anyway. This is… h-heh …this is a lot more fun than I thought it would be, honestly…not that you're any walk in the park. You're fucking huge.”

It wasn't brilliant chemistry, by any stretch, but it was chemistry indeed, and just enough that Aaron, even knowing that the boys had only just met, would have believed it to be true if he was seeing the tape for the first time.

“Good thing you're up top, then. If I took you any other way, you'd be in for a real beating,” Zech warned, having taken mercy on Evan to kick things off: though his grip was still tight on the thighs of his new co-star, he was only pulling back toward himself with a hint of his otherwise impressive strength. “Gotta loosen you up a little bit first, don't we?”

Tight, warm and soft, that pucker was already gaping wider than Evan realized it could, but the promise of something more intrigued him enough that he couldn't keep from digging his own grave.

“Aaron did say that we had to try a few different angles, didn't he?”

Evan should have known better, but no sooner did the words leave his lips than the marble coyote turned his notes over to the other side.

“And positions, as a matter of fact,” he noted. “And since we've got plenty of good footage of that cock of yours bouncing around while you go for a ride, how about we move onto something a bit more advanced…but…perhaps more natural for the two of you?”

The coyote could already guess what was coming, but that didn't make it any easier to take.

**

Aaron took the time to make sure that Evan was resting just right—not only in the middle of the bed, but propped up just right upon the sheets and pillows, so that Zech wouldn't have to lower his angle of approach.

It would look more natural that way, but for Evan, it meant carrying the full brunt of the load, as Zech came to rest upon him, evoking the same, natural energy that Aaron mentioned; doggy style was his best position.

“We don't have to wait for the little squirt to tell us what to do,” Zech offered, finding the coyote's entrance by feel. A drooling tip was already easing back into that gaping orifice, and Evan, though wincing, couldn't find the words to protest. “We can just get moving…see if he's able to keep up with us.”

Aaron was still lining up his own portion of the shot when Zech took that first, plunging thrust, filling Evan from an entirely new angle. All that weight from behind forced Evan's cock to slap up against his own stomach, and just from the momentum, a string of precum flew away from the coyote—a money shot if there ever was one—but more and more, Evan was caring less about the camera and more about enjoying the opportunity.

The money was still lingering in the back of his mind, of course, but it shifted to the thought of how he would have paid for the sort of treatment that Zech was capable of; the coywolf was that good, and a rapid, hammering gait proved that his hybrid nature made him no less a canine.

He was the epitome of the same, as the pap of their every meeting was caught on a host of different cameras, the speakers collecting their fair share of digital, golden audio.

“I'd have no trouble taming the both of you at once, if I had to, but that's not what I'm here for, today.”

Aaron would have been hard pressed to deny the way that his cock was already standing at attention, punching the front of his jeans and begging for a way out, but he was going to have to honor his part of the contract and wait his turn for something off screen.

As well as Zech was giving it to the coyote, pounding into his haunches and utterly flooding his insides with the plentiful inches of his cock, Aaron didn't want to get in the way of such a good thing…and with a camera poked around the inside of Evan's thigh, the marbled fox was getting the sort of shots that would make him a fortune…

…and there would even be a little bit leftover for the coyote, when the counting was all done.

“No…y-you…you're here to take lessons, today,” Zech bragged, humping against the coyote and working his insides through their paces, forcing any tight, gripping resistance into submission and turning Evan into his personal cocksleeve. “A fox like you could never show Evan this kind of treatment.”

Though he could feel his brains going smooth, as well, Evan’s tongue rolling over the side of his jowls wasn't enough to keep him from singing the hybrid's praises. “He is…r-really fucking good at what he does, actually… holy shit …”

Precum dripped toward the bed in such quantity that Aaron knew he’d be playing with fire if he let things go any further.

“Not to bust your balls too much, Zech, but we've got one more angle to go; put a cap on that cock and make sure to save it for the end.”

**

Zech kept his growls to a minimum in the final adjustment, but he was tiring of the way that Aaron was micromanaging the scene.

With Evan flat on his back, legs rolled toward his torso and arms sprawled, he looked every bit as accepting of his fate as he truly was, but where Zech had put more than his fair share of lucky men and women in their place, Aaron couldn't help those final, nagging points.

“A little longer…a little slower,” he instructed, as Zech allowed pleasure to dictate his pace, instead of the director. “Gotta really make him work for that load, Zech!”

“You got him here on a half truth and made him wait this long for the good part; he's worked enough,” Zech argued, though he was fighting on his own behalf, as well: the pressure surging from the base of his cock was already more than he could stand, and the bulge of his knot was slamming against Evan's backside, giving the coyote new reason to panic. “And frankly…s-so…have…I!”

Zech didn't know he was playing right into Aaron's paws.

The marbled fox knew his friend well enough to know what buttons to push: firing him up was just a matter of pushing them just enough, and Evan, tossing toward the headboard like a ragdoll, was powerless to do anything, save for trying his best to relax his entrance for the bulge that he felt.

“No f-fucking kidding,” the coyote agreed, his body already sore from the numerous pumps and pounds that brought Zech's hips crashing down against his softer flesh. “Can't believe y-you haven't cum yet, dude…you…you've gotta be running out of steam!”

Before Aaron could chime in, Zech put one paw on Evan's chest, lifted the other to flip the bird to his friend, and pounded hard against the pinned coyote, giving his tailhole the first sample of that knot on one thrust…and after the appetizer, Evan took the main course with a yelp, his insides stretching to a limit that he never knew he could reach.

“I've got plenty of steam left, boy,” Zech warned, but he wore a panting, shaky grin all the while, unable to hide his enjoyment of rearranging the coyote's guts. “But that d-doesn't mean I didn't wanna blow some of it off!”

Such a tight fit was the knot that Aaron wouldn't see any of that outward display, but inside, Evan could feel his asshole twitching around that bulge, his insides being utterly painted with the volume of seed that the coywolf was known to produce—a secret that was now shared with the coyote, when he felt as if he might actually drown from the inside.

His entire body was tense, and all the while, his member continued to throb on the outside, delighting the camera…but as close as he came, Evan didn't quite hit his mark, even when Zech leaned the rest of the way over his body for a comforting spoon.

“Tied, leaking and whimpering…I'd say you're the proper bottom in this situation,” Aaron joked. “That is…if there wasn't one person here who was one rung below you.”

Evan was still trying to process the whirlwind of his ever-changing reality, such that he didn't appreciate the gravity of those words.

His eyes were too busy taking turns between gazing up at the ceiling, and at the massive, handsome beast that was curled up at his side, still pumping him past the brim with virile, canine seed.

“In case you didn't hear me, what I'm trying to say is that you're not done yet, Evan. Not that you wouldn't know, seeing how you're still stiff as a board, but…we've got one more surprise for you.”

As the coyote snuggled in closer to Zech, he closed his eyes for what he thought was just a moment—in reality, a full minute passed—and on the other side of it, Aaron was standing at the foot of the bed with another canine in tow: bound, blindfolded and handcuffed, a timber wolf stood by Aaron's side, completely unaware that his nemesis was about to pull another fast one on him.