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Joe was enjoying his favourite glass of wine at his favourite bar but things don't go exactly as he planned.

Content Warning: Stories contains depictions of piss drinking and rape. Read at your own discretion.

Pissed Off

By: Bing the Binturong

Joe slowly sipped on a glass of red wine, enjoying the view of the top floor bar. The dark brown and middle-aged Tapir was a regular, such that his favorite seat on the bar was reserved and his preferred bottle of wine already waiting on the counter. Joe was portly but well dressed in an elegant tailored suit. A pair of gold rimmed glasses sat behind his proboscis that his species was well known for.

He would spend his Friday night in the very same seat, often making small talk with the bartender or other patrons but mostly looking out towards the cityscape. He would drink a few glasses, sometimes bottles, well into the night before waving goodbye to the leopard bartender and silently making his to the back room. This night however would end slightly different once a coyote walked in. He was young and a bit stocky for a coyote. He had an expensive if not ill-fitting suit but carried himself with an attitude. Worse of all, he was cocky and rude.

At first Joe paid no attention. The coyote was loud and brash but not unusual even in this bar. What got on Joe's nerve however was that the coyote seemed to be rude to everyone in the bar. Going to complete strangers and asking wildly inappropriate questions whilst he continued to drown beer. Shouting and being a general lout. As closing hour approached Joe wished the cocky canid would spare him the headache. Joe thought he was safe until he heard a loud thud and sniffed a stench of beer.

"Bartender! Barkeeeep! Another! My throat is dry and itchy! Quench my thirst... thirsty wrench!" shouted the coyote right next to Joe's ear. Joe kept silent and tried to ignore the loudmouth next to him.

"Lord! You're an ugly bastard!"

"Chatear camões" Joe said in anger before taking another sip of wine "Get lost."

"I mean, look at that snouser!"

Before Joe even realized he found himself standing up, fist held up high and a coyote on floor.

"Fhuyk you!" shouted the coyote as he drunkenly stood up and tried to maintain a fighting posture. "You wanna fight!?"

"Não te estiques!" Joe said firmly "Get out of my face!"

"Naooo...fuck you too!" the coyote drunkenly sneered with a smile

Joe gave a nod to the bartender who nodded back.

"Você disse que eu era feia! Seu filho da puta!" Joe shouted out rapidly before readying his fist. "We fight, chapado!"

"Hiya!" the coyote tried to shout and attack before Joe promptly gave another hard punch. The coyote was knocked out to the floor with one punch.

"Will he be fine?" politely asked the bartender from behind the bar.

"More than fine" Joe replied. "Actually, how about we set him a nice place in the back room."

The first thing the coyote felt was a slap on the face.

"Ow! What the fuck!" he shouted before Joe grabbed his jaw shut.

"Listen here, puta! Right now, I have you bound and strapped. You can scream and you can fight all you want but that won't do anything. So, I recommend you just shut up and take your punishment!"

Joe gave the coyote another slap which they coyote failed to block. He found that he couldn't move his arms. Seeing the coyote's face, Joe stepped back and smiled, letting the coyote take in his situation.

The coyote found himself stripped in a brightly lit, white tiled room. A thick leather was tightly buckled around the coyote's neck. A stainless-steel padlock hung from the buckle the collar like a tag and another padlock locked a short chain to a d-ring on the back of the collar. The chain was anchored to the wall and was short enough that the coyote couldn't bend over without choking himself. His paws were cuffed behind his back with a pair of arm cuffs on each on his arms. Both cuffs were chained taught to the wall. All locked with padlocks.

The coyote also realized he was kneeled down on the floor. A leather strap bound both his calves and thighs together and another set of cuffs chained his paws to the walls. A thick stainless-steel bar between the leather straps forced the coyote to spread his legs. However, the worse was the cock ring that was chained to a drain right in between his thighs. That chain was the shortest of all, stretching the coyote's junk as far as it could.

The coyote could barely move. He couldn't move back since his back was already straight and paws were already touching the wall. He couldn't move forward, bounded by the chains. He couldn't move down or else he would choke himself. And he couldn't move up since he feared he would rip his cock and balls off. The only part of the coyote that was truly free was his muzzle.

The coyote, now quickly sobering up asked "Why are you doing this?"

Joe just shrugged. "You pissed me off, now you are a piss slave!"

"Wha-?" the coyote tried to say before he felt something meaty land on his muzzle. The coyote widened his eyes at the meaty flesh on his muzzle. It was pink, oddly shaped but most importantly it was large. Almost larger than his entire muzzle.

"Big right?" the coyote felt the penis move, almost twisting around his muzzle "And how do you say? Prehensile?" Joe said as he dragged his dick across the coyote's muzzle, leaving a line of pre.

"I know what you're going to do but please I can't_hugh_!" The coyote felt the odd head pierce his mouth and slowly worming its way. He could taste it on his tongue as it slid. The sounds of chains filled the room as the coyote struggled with his muzzle being stretched far beyond what he thought was possible. The coyote's eyes started to water as he felt like he was going to choke.

And then he felt it. The tip was entering his throat. The coyote began struggling even harder. He couldn't care how painful his binds were anymore. He was gagging on the cock but Joe couldn't care less. He slowly pushed more of his meat into the coyote's throat. Using his species ability to move, stretch and snake his penis. He pushed away the gagging coyote's muscles, shoving and bending it as deep as he could. Tears started to stream from the coyote as his eyes started to roll back. The coyote felt close to blacking out but then he felt his throat empty. Slowly Joe moved back, taking his huge penis out of the coyote, giving the coyote some much needed air. He immediately gasped once the dick was out, wheezing and panting for air.

"Breathe through your nose next time" Joe said as he grabbed the gasping muzzle and began slowly shoving his schlong into the coyote again. However, Joe did it more slowly, giving the coyote more time to adjust"

"Breathe, puta, breathe with your nose!"

The coyote was still struggling for air but he tried to calm down. Slowly he could feel air enter his lungs from his nose. Even though it was still hard he could breathe at least. But once again the tip was at the gag. Joe offered no advice as he passed into the throat, even feeling the collar around his dick. The coyote tried to breath harder to whilst trying not to gag but he could only close his tear stained eyes. The coyote soon felt fur against his nose as his muzzle and throat felt full and stretched beyond their limits.

"Look up"

The coyote opened his eyes and looked up at Joe with a fearful expression. Joe was merely looking down, eyes piercing behind his gold-rimmed glasses. From the corner of his eyes the coyote could see fur where usually his nose would be. The coyote just felt his entire body weaken.

"Ready coiote?"

The coyote saw Joe close his eyes and then felt one of the most bizarre sensations he ever felt. Near his chest a warmness started to spread. He felt as if Joe's cum was shooting straight into his stomach. His entire muzzle and throat seemed to vibrate with the pumping of Joe's dick. The coyote just slowly breathed the middle-aged tapir's crotch, waiting for him to finish emptying his balls. Each pump became weaker and weaker and the warmness on his chest finally all went to his stomach. He felt full and used. The coyote raised his eyes at Joe once more, pleading for him to take out the massive meat. Joe merely shook his head in response.

"Still thirsty?"

Please no! begged the coyote with his eyes to no avail. An even warmer sensation started shooting down his chest, filling his stomach with warm piss. The coyote winched and if he could whine as he was being used as a urinal. He felt like his stomach was close to bursting. Finally, Joe let out a sigh as he began to slowly retract his dick back into its sheath. Leaving a trail of piss and cum in the coyote's throat and mouth. Joe's cock came out with a pop with the coyote nodding his head as far forward as he could, dripping fluid onto himself and into the drain.

"We're not done here"

"Huh!" the coyote could make out before he felt a ring gag being forced under his tongue and as far deep into his muzzle as it could, forcing his muzzle opened wide. He could feel the straps tighten around his head and a resounding click of a padlock. The coyote had his mouth wide open, tongue hanging out.

"Good, I think you're ready for your next customer" Joe said as he zipped his pants. Turning back and opening a door right opposite the two, the sounds of moaning, grunting and sex flooded into the small tilled room.

"Toilet slut is ready!" Joe shouted to a round of cheers. He gave the toilet slave a final look before letting a leather clad horse through and joining the rest of the party.

"Fuck I gotta piss" said the horse as he unzipped his leather trousers.

The toilet slave could only whine as he was about to be used again.