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The party was in hindsight, the dust had been cleared, and the drunks had been pushed out the door...but there was still one more thing to be taken care of, when all was said and done.

Aaron had some crimes to answer for, and though he was an adept smooth-talker, he wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of a punishment from Zech...but there was another way for him to avoid perceived justice.

"Guess he's just not gonna show after all," Zech sighed, not expecting the gentlemanly vulpine to back out of a social call. All told, the conversation would have been little more than Zech telling him why it wasn't okay for him to just commandeer a bed for his own lewd activities, even when there was a party going on; Zech didn't think Aaron needed to be told such things in the first place, but giving the fox a piece of his mind would help with the frustration all the same.

When a knock finally did come at the door to his sister's house, Zech let out a quiet sigh and puffed up his chest a little bit, not wanting to give Aaron any comforts. The house had been cleaned up, but he took the whole mess as more of a personal slight against his sister's home and privacy than he should have.

Knowing that wouldn't stop him from swinging the door open rapidly...but there was no fox standing before him.

"Huh. Wasn't expecting to see you here ever again," Zech murmured. He was looking down at Jaime, the very feline who Aaron had taken to bed with him the nigh of his sister's party. "Did you forget something the night you were here? We already cleaned the place up pretty well; don't think you're gonna find what you're looking for, unfortunately."

Jaime was the one holding a package at the door, despite the offer of lost goods. "Very kind of you to suggest, but I made sure I left with everything I had the next morning," he explained. "Actually, I'm just doing my job, and you just happen to have a package ready for you, so...delivery!"

Zech snickered. "Small world, isn't it?" he asked, holding out a paw for the box. "Do I have to sign for anything?"

"Nothing to sign for," Jaime confirmed, "But the sender did want to remain anonymous, so I'm not sure who it's from. The only instructions they gave me were to wait here for you and make sure that I saw you open the box...and if you weren't here, I'd have to try again later, so I'm glad I ran into you!"

"Good on you for a job well done, then," Zech complimented him, taking the box. It wasn't large, but even at the smaller size, it felt like the container was mostly hollow. "Weird that you'd have to stay here and watch me open it, though."

Jaime shrugged. "I stopped asking questions about my job a long time ago," he admitted. "If they give me instructions, I just go through with them...it's a lot better than getting yelled at later for forgetting that Ms. Musgrave needs me to sing the address of the sender to her every time I drop something off..."

"Sounds to me like you're constantly going above and beyond for being an ordinary delivery boy," Zech said, making conversation as he dragged a claw through the packing tape. "I don't suppose you take tips for good service?"

"Not allowed to, no," Jaime admitted. "And from someone I've already met, that would feel kinda weird."

"Well, you can't stop me from complimenting you, at least. Never thought someone would be able to make such a ridiculously colored outfit look so good, but you do pull it off," Zech explained, taking such an obvious glance up and down the cheetah that Jaime could feel his clothes being tugged away by the hybrid's stare. "Looks like you brought me something a little unusual, though...you sure this is all a coincidence?"

Zech hooked a digit through the one loop of the handcuffs and let the box fall to the floor. The metal caught a glint of sunlight through the open door, highlighting a note that fell to the ground.

Jaime immediately scrambled to pick it up and hand it to the customer, but he was notably flustered by the delivery he'd just made. "Maybe t-this would explain a few things?"

Taking the note without moving the dangling cuffs from Jaime's face, Zech flipped it open with his free paw and let out a bitter chuckle. "I suppose you think this makes us even, don't you?"

"...Me?"

"Aaron," Zech explained. "Sent me a note saying that I shouldn't be the only one who gets to have a little fun around here...but a pair of handcuffs would be pretty useless for having fun without someone to slap them on."

Nervously, Jaime began to shift from side to side in the doorway, pretending he didn't know that the cuffs were intended for him.

"You knew about this the entire time, didn't you?"

Zech was too smart to have any trouble putting all of the pieces together. "Kinda?" Jaime admitted, feeling the weight of the hybrid's stare on his expression. "But it's a little unusual to me, too...I...I knew that Aaron hired me, but he just gave me an address and told me to stand here until you opened the box. I wasn't sure what would happen next."

"Seems to me that he wanted me to put these on you ," Zech told him, sure that the cheetah had already come to the same conclusion. "Guess he thinks that makes up for you guys making a bit of a mess at the party..."

Jaime was already bashful, knowing that Zech was aware of what he'd done the last time they were around each other. Even if it was only supposed to be his business, there was a particular cocktail of emotions to knowing that someone was privy to his bedroom activities.

Right then, shame was losing out to the fact that there was a tall, beefy, canine hybrid standing in the doorway, holding a pair of handcuffs that were almost decorative in nature; Zech could bond and take the feline with his muscles alone, if he were so inclined.

Consent, however, remained important before anything truly began.

"I am still sorry about that," Jaime said, after a shameful pause. "I don't think the handcuffs are enough to make up for it...whether that's on Aaron's part, or my own."

"If I know Aaron as well as I think I do, I know this is the closest thing I'm getting to an apology from him," Zech explained. "I blame him for your actions that night, though. You don't owe me anything else unless you're in the mood to 'pay up.'"

Just knowing that he could walk away from the obvious set up was enough to push Jaime toward it, and the glint off the dangling cuffs captured his attention, drawing it away from the delivery truck in the driveway.

"I guess I don't have too many other deliveries to do today," he suggested, knowing that he'd never be able to make up for the backlog if he took as long of a break as Zech would force him to take. "And it would be a waste for you to have those nice, new handcuffs with no one to use them on..."

"Did Aaron have to work harder than that to get you into bed with him?"

"A lot harder than that, yeah."

Zech tossed the note aside, grabbed the door and closed it behind Jaime. "Good enough for me," he claimed, wearing a bright, wide grin on his muzzle. "Apologies in advance if I decide that I'm not gonna fuck you in the bed, though...I don't feel like cleaning the sheets again."

It was hard for Jaime to tell if Zech was taking a stab at the fact that he'd already fucked in the bedroom, or if it was a matter of convenience...at least, until the hybrid demonstrated just how strong he really was.

Jaime was lithe to begin with, and though he was fleet of foot, he wasn't trying to dodge the full, massive paw that grabbed him the collar of his button-up shirt. It was a brief mercy from Zech that the fabric wasn't torn asunder, but the loose neck of the uniform made it easy for the canine to use it like a sling.

Tossed aside to the backside of the couch, Jaime slumped over it and caught himself, but he wasn't allowed to use his paws as a brace for very long.

"Am I the first customer to ever kidnap you and fuck your ass in their living room?" Zech asked, knowing that the cheetah wouldn't mind if he was a little more forward than he'd usually be such a scenario. "Or is this something you have to deal with on a weekly basis?"

Just as he was getting up the gumption to answer, Jaime felt his cheek slump against the top of the couch cushions: his arms were tugged out from under his chest and pulled back as Zech put the handcuffs to immediate use, binding the feline's wrists behind his own back.

" Unnf! " Jaime's upper body hit the hardened back end of the couch frame with enough force that he couldn't be sure if Zech was going harder on him on purpose...or if this was an easy treatment from the larger canine. "N-no, gotta say that this is a first for me...you, uh...y-you sure you don't still have some pent up aggression at me about this?"

"My aggression is aimed at Aaron, I assure you," Zech explained. "Unfortunately for you, he's not around, and you're right in front me, handcuffed at cock height...and I'll bet you can't offer me a better alternative like he did."

On one hand, Jaime was flattered to be considered the better alternative.

On the other, he was literally taking the payment for Aaron's crimes in the form of a full, throbbing cock...one that he could already feel against the tight, gripping shorts of his uniform.

"Unless you feel like stealing something from the trunk-

"Pretty sure I'm already doing that."

Jaime rolled his eyes. "I meant the one outside..."

"I'm afraid you don't have enough time to take this outside. You're never gonna make it back from your break in time if we find a shady enough spot."

Zech was going to have an answer for everything: there was always the option for the cheetah to say that he really didn't have time for this, no matter how much he was enjoying the playful nature of the larger creature behind him.

There was just the tiniest spicing of fear among the whole thing, as he tried to imagine what it would be like if he were actually kidnapped on a drop off; he hoped this would be the closest he'd ever get to that reality, but in the heat of the moment, he loved that he was trembling under the precum that moistened the inside of Zech's jeans.

"Guess you'll just have to take me here and now, then..."

"You say it like I wasn't already planning on it," Zech murmured. He was having a grand time tugging the feline up from the edge of the couch by his neck scruff and showing him just how helpless he was, but there were plenty of other ways to assert his dominance over the slender cheetah. "Now, you're gonna be a good boy and not tell anyone about what happened here, right?"

Jaime's tail couldn't have lifted faster at that statement. His face curled up with twisted delight, but the last of his nerves wouldn't leave his smile; Zech was an expert at making a scenario feel almost a little too real.

"Not a word to anyone, sir."

"Then I expect you to come back and make a similar drop off next week...maybe with a little more equipment for us to break in."

The tugging of a belt, the yanking of shorts and the ripping of boxers beneath all happened so quickly that Jaime was barely able to fit in a gasp before his backside was completely exposed, and his cock was hanging down between his thighs, revealing how much precum had already dripped down from the tip. His ruined undies were soaked, and his member, despite hanging, was already throbbing to life as it twitched up to the back of the couch.

"Consider this my version of a five-star review," Zech teased, letting go of Jaime just long enough to fish his own member out from his jeans. Lowering his slacks just enough that his sack could hang over the edge comfortably, Zech pressed his drooling tip into the offered pucker and eased against it, letting Jaime feel just how much more there was to take than a tapered tip. "I'm pretty sure you'll feel better about yourself when it's all said and done, so...keep me happy as a customer, and I'll keep you in business. Piss me off, and you'll earn yourself a one-star review."

If getting a full, firm palm against the ass with a thick SMACK was something Zech considered to be a gift, Jaime was terrified at what a one-star review might translate to.

With his body lifted by the cuffs between his wrists, he whimpered in slight discomfort, but the sound slowly faded into a pleasured groan as Zech's tip slid into his asshole and spread it further apart. Jaime was helpless in the canine's grasp, and they both knew it; both derived a certain pleasure from it, but where it left Jaime even more submissive than he was before, it spurred Zech on to being just a bit crueler than he'd originally planned.

A sharp jab forward left Jaime stifling a gasp by biting down the couch cushions. "Bigger than you thought it was?" Zech asked, smacking the side of Jaime's head gently to force him off the fabric. "That's no excuse to go biting my furniture...are you trying to lose stars or something?"

There was just enough genuine fear in Jaime to bring a yelp out of him, but another swat on the yet untouched cheek brought his fangs within a breath of the cushion again.

Looking back over his shoulder and seeing that paw right above his tender ass, the feline didn't dare to bite down again. He still felt the palm resting against his flesh, and as he quivered with subtle pain, Zech moved with surgical precision, stroking his claws against only the tenderest spots.

The cheetah was struggling to keep his legs in place, but even as tremors pushed through his thighs and into the floor, Zech gave him another reason to struggle: he was only teasing the feline with a few inches of his cock to that point, and the slow back-and-forth of his hips was closer to a roll than a thrust.

Jaime only truly understood how much smaller he was when a deep, full thrust from the canine proved enough to leave him collapsed against the edge of the couch. The moment Zech released his grasp on the chain between the cuffs, Jaime stumbled over, but he didn't have a chance to right the ship.

The hybrid was on him in a flash, pinning him to the couch with nothing more than the weight of his body. "Four stars is still pretty good, right? Gives you something to work toward next time..."

Jaime wanted to protest that Zech was being unfair, but two things kept him from speaking: the customer was always right in his industry, and worse than that, he was into things being a little unfair in the bedroom, no matter who was involved.

It just so happened that the massive, driving hips of the coywolf were right up Jaime's alley.

"I'll d-do even better next time, s-sir!" Jaime promised, cementing their future date together at another time. "You know...w-who to call when you need to g-give me a big...f-fucking... package!"

Even Zech was impressed at how well Jaime could stay in character when such a massive cock was spearing him from behind. Breathing was tough enough to begin with, but for Jaime, being compressed over the couch and stuffed to the absolute brim turned oxygen into an even more precious commodity.

He was gasping for it with everything he had when he felt Zech press a thick paw to the back of his head, asserting an even greater form of dominance with one touch...but holding the cheetah in place was just a build up to the real statement piece.

"As soon as I'm able to pull out, I'll be leaving you one hell of a review, Jaime..."

The feline didn't quite make the connection, until Zech reminded him of the very stark difference in their anatomy: as Jaime's barbed cock brushed against the back of the couch and stained it with a drizzle of precum, his own insides were coated with a burst of seed...but the overflowing volume started to spill back out, giving the canine just the lubrication he needed to finish the delivery.

His knot, already teasing against Jaime's underprepared tailhole, spread the pucker wider than it had ever been stretched. The cheetah did all he could to suck in a final gasp and relax before the push, but as his paws clenched into fists and his legs nearly buckled, he felt the weight of the knot slip inside, forcing the rest of the load to stay inside of his ruined passage.

Feels like I'm drowning from the inside...fuck...is my stomach bulging?!

Jaime couldn't tell if it was a genuine, physical presence of cum that was making his tummy bulge, or just the impression he got from feeling so much fluid pump into his tailhole.

He also decided, as he did his best not to drool on the cushions of the couch, that he couldn't have cared less if it was a genuine bump of ejaculate in his tummy, or just the illusion of it from the depths of his twisted mind.

"Sorry...I'm not quite as experience as you are with these quick drop-offs and multiple stops," Zech teased, his voice taunting Jaime every step of the way. "I'm afraid it takes me a while to deliver a package, in case you hadn't noticed...and it gets a bit messy if you move to the next house too soon."

Even the slightest shift of their bodies left Jaime to tremble; the feeling of so much cum sloshing around in him was _terribly_naughty, but along with every subtle throb left in that fleshy bulb, the feline was loving the canine version of the afterglow.

"H...Happens..." Jaime muttered, completely wiped out by the rough, rapid session. "Thank you f-for your patronage..."