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A city sat under a night sky with blinded stars obscured by the street lamps below. It was a small city with tightly packed buildings stacked on one another and neon signs pointing to various establishments looking for any type of attention. The community took care of themselves here because whoever held the power had deemed it fit to ignore the city itself. A light dust of melting snow touched the sidewalks; Spring's early touches brushing aside any sign of Winter even in the city. At this hour of the night, most were in bars tending to their woes or in whatever hole they called home for the evening trying to dream it all away. One car came down the road; a taxi of all things carrying precious cargo. The taxi stopped at an apartment complex made of chipped brick and set next to a diner of sorts with glass windows that reflected the street lights. Out of the vehicle came a single figure wearing a coat. He was an old fox with dark curly fur peppered in spots of silver even along the face. His eyes were bright green under the light but there were tired lines there. The old fox leaned over to the driver's window and gave a small smile while signaling for them to stick around a bit. Devren had business at these apartments.

Near the top floor was a one room apartment complete with a kitchenette by the door. It was more of a hotel room but the price was cheap enough that anyone could afford it. Honestly, it wouldn't look so bad if the resident of the apartment wasn't such a mess. There was a ratty couch near the center pushed at a weird angle and left there with a television in front of it. Clothes were strewn along the spine of the couch with a few articles of clothing that looked a bit more intimate than the usual kind. A sphynx cat with beige fuzz laid back on the couch with bright yellow eyes twinkling in the dim light. One of his ears had pieces taken out as if bitten and torn by fights over the years. A turtle neck shirt adorned his body and in one hand he held a phone to his ear as he spoke through a facemask.

"C'mon Belle. You know I can't live without a night from you. Just a little kiss goodnight from those sweet hips of yours and I can see myself dreaming for quite some time. If you can't come then at least show me your tits, yeah? That'll be good enough to have me thinkin' of better things when I fall asleep."

And she hung up. Vermuda looked at the phone and sniffed. She'd probably send a picture or two just to get him off of her back, and that would be victory enough. He figured if he was right next to her then he could work his magic but if she really was busy then there was no way only his words were going to convince her. Whatever. He could get off to her pictures and maybe call someone else up. If pushed come to shove then he could get off his hot ass and head to the bar looking for a target or two. Vermuda hung his head back on the couch with his eyes shut, glasses hanging off of his ears just a bit while he sighed. The fuck was wrong with him. Calling girls he barely knew with promises of sweet things that he could never really get himself, whispering, urging them to give him something that would only serve to grind away the problem for one evening. Vermuda sighed and checked his phone, thumbing through the messages waiting for some kind of response.

He was so engrossed he didn't hear the first knock, nor did he hear the door opening. The phone buzzed in his hand and he looked to see a lovely set of tits on a blond-furred dog. Damn, he was going to enjoy getting off to this. Or at least, he was until his phone started to float away. It was more accurate to say that it was being taken away as he noticed a dark-furred hand tugging it up with two digits. He turned on his stomach, ears, and hackles raised high as he stared at an old fox that had broken into his home.

"Damn." Came the fox's voice, "Girl's hot as hell...Is she yours? Or maybe you're sleeping around and having a good time? Either way, I'd take a few turns with that. Eh, wonder how the ass is though, y'know?" Vermuda pounced from the couch and the old fox stepped to the side letting him crash to the floor. The heel of a boot pressed into his side causing him to cringe from the blow while the fox continued, "So, you haven't been answering my client's calls throughout the month and they've been pretty dang patient. That being said, I represent a particular company handing out loans and you've wracked up quite the interest."

Vermuda grasped the fox's ankle only to be surprised by such a quick movement he barely saw it. A boot came by in a blur to kick his wrist off of the fox's ankle, before it came up and down onto his chest this time, pressing hard. He coughed and finally spoke, "All the money I had went into the rent. Fuckin' does it look like I'm rich to you?"

He winced as the boot was taken off of his chest, and he was dragged up by his shoulders, a gentle touch dusting him off while the fox spoke, "Ah! Finally in a speaking mood! Y'know, I've been at this for a while and I prefer to make deals instead of violence. When someone says they don't have it, usually it means they don't have it. Sometimes they're hiding but uh, guessing you wouldn't mind showing me your wallet and account balance numbers, right?"

A shudder ran the course of his body as he felt that strong touch pulling him up. He fucking hated the fact that this smiling old bastard made him feel anything and so, instead of answering he decided to take a swing. The old man stepped into the punch and put an arm around his elbow, dragging him close while grabbing his other wrist, their eyes level. The pressure on his elbow kept on growing more and more until the pain became very apparent. His legs were too close to the fox to get any leverage and his wrist was being twisted to hell. Still, all the old fox did was smile and stare at him with those stupid tired eyes.

Finally, he cried out, "Fuck, don't break my damn arm! Just give me my phone and I'll show you! I got no money! Nothing! Fuck!"

The fox let him go and pointed him toward the phone with both hands as if the dickhead were some kind of dandy butler. Vermuda cursed and bent over to grab his phone when he heard the old fox muttering, "Nice ass, kitten."

His cheeks burned and burst with color like nothing else. He took a moment, lingered to get broken thoughts out of his mind before he got up, and focused on flipping through his phone. It didn't take long to get to the fat zero of his bank's balance and he showed it to the old fox who simply nodded. Vermuda then sniffed, "Right, guess you can fuck off forever now. Tell them I'll have the money next month or whatever. Leave your name and number at the door and I'll keep in touch."

"Devren. Just Vren though." Said the old fox as he grabbed Vermuda's wrist to keep it in place with the phone, "And we're not done yet."

He tried to pull away but found that he was hopelessly at this fox's mercy. When he accepted that, all he could do was mutter, "Fine...What do you want."

What the old fox wanted was a full check of his apartment. Everything was turned over, his wallets were opened and checked, and the fox even helped out. True to his word, Vren never got violent without a reason and Vermuda had tossed out all hope of getting in a good punch on this old man. When they were finished, Vermuda sat on his bed, panting from the labor of literally turning his apartment upside down.

"Damn. You really are dry, huh?" Said the old fox while bringing a phone out of his pocket.

"I fucking told you!" Vermuda huffed while throwing his arms up, claw coming down through the neck of his shirt to tug it open and let some cool air in.

Vren ignored him and waited a few seconds before speaking, only portions of the conversation understandable, "Yeah. No money whatsoever. Turned his apartment upside down, forced him to show me his bank account. Nothin' but a bit of change here and there. Nothing worth bringing in. Okay. Got it. No trouble, I'll be sure to pass along the message and see if he doesn't change his tune. Thanks for the business as always."

When the phone was put away, Vren put a boot on the couch and tipped it back causing Vermuda to hit the back of his head. He hissed and rubbed at the soreness while getting up, "Ah, what the fuck!?"

He had more to say but stopped when he saw that the old fox was just a breath away, eyes level, strong hand grasping his chin, "So, kitten. Boss tells me that I gotta bust you up. Said he'd leave the method up to me since I'm an expert but as I said, I don't like working with violence anymore. Even if it is a bit fun. So let's make a deal." A fist drove itself into Vermuda's gut knocking all the wind out of his body while he coughed, "Either I beat you around a bit and I'll be back in a month to most likely do the same, or they send someone less patient then me."

"Or?" Choked Vermuda

The hand on his chin directed his gaze toward Vren's while the old fox leaned in, mouths nearly touching, "Or you let me toy around with your body however I want and I pay your tab."

Vermuda's cheeks burned again, his body locking up in place as static began to buzz inside of his mind. The fist at his gut opened and moved around to grasp his side, digits moving toward his thigh before coming up his shirt while the old fox muttered something about not wanting to ruin such a cute body. What the fuck? What the fuck was that? A deal? His body in exchange for a bit of cash?

He purred before gnashing his fangs together to try and get himself to stop making the noise. The touch at his side, the fox's breath brushing just behind his mask and against his neck. These things toyed with his mind in a way that kept the frequency amping up in strange ways, adding more and more to that fuzzy static betraying him.

"C'mon kitten, isn't that a better deal then having me beat you up?" Came Vren's words as he began to peck his cheek over and over again.

Vermuda shuddered, ears flagged downward while he tugged his face away, words coming out quietly, "Fine...I'll get you off if you pay my stupid debt."

The touch on his body disappeared before an arm looped around his shoulder, tugging him close to the old fox as he was led out of his apartment, "Fantastic. You and I are going to have a lot of fun back at my place. Hope you don't mind, I like it rough, kitten."

There was not a single thing he could say to get out of this situation. He didn't even care that the door wasn't locked as he was dragged out of the apartment building and into the back of a taxi. A window between the front and the back seats rolled up to give them a bit of privacy, the old fox's arm around his shoulder still while he made the call to clear his debt and let the loan sharks know what was happening. All Vermuda could do was sit in the seat, and pretend that he was hating every moment of being tugged against the fox's body.

A finger was suddenly brought through his mask against his lips causing him to tremble as the old fox sighed, "Didn't take long to sweet talk them into letting you off the hook. Just took an extra thousand. Y'know, I went out of my way for you...So don't think you'll get off with just one night."

Vermuda pulled his face away and hissed, "I never asked for that dipshit!"

He froze as he heard a zipper being tugged down. The coat was open, and the fox's jeans were parted open, sheathe and red cock poking out in the air. He barely noticed the digit tugging at his mask, "C'mon kitten, get this off so you can get your mouth working."

Part of him wanted to lash out, another wanted to tell him how much of a sick bastard he was, but those were nothing compared to the mewling kitten within him wanting this attention. The static compelled him to brush aside the fox's hand and lean down so he was face to face with that thick thing. Instead of taking off his mask, he tugged it up just a bit and let the fox's shaft in, to plant his lips on the older male's tip. He fucking hated how easy he gave in, how quickly he had found himself lip to tip with this horrid thing. A hand cupped the base of the shaft, drawing more of it from the sheathe while he carefully stroked. It pulsed against his lips and he couldn't help but shudder as he felt that throbbing heat echoing through his mind as fresh static and pressure.

"That's a good kitten. Get to sucking and I might just let you keep that mask on if you're so desperate to."

His words were woven silk curling around his neck, stopping Vermuda's voice before he could even think about how to retort. The feline's lips parted, a quiet purr buzzing from his mouth as he let the old fox's shaft inside. He brought it in deeper, and deeper, and further still until every inch of that throbbing thing was leaving an imprint on his tongue and throat. A groan and a sigh from the old man sent a rush down his spine, his docked tail trembling as he tried to think of a way to steady himself. Instead of thinking, instead of lingering, he began to bob his head up and down, drowning in the noise of the old man's compliments. It wasn't long before he felt the knot swelling, the warmth of the old man's cock growing hotter as he was forced down to take every inch. Vermuda gagged while wondering how pent up this old fox must have been to already be popping, and wondering if the old bastard could even get it up again. Hot cum spilled in his mouth in an amount that he normally wouldn't be able to swallow. Most of it was shot down his throat immediately, but the rest was emptied out onto his tongue as the old man tugged him up by an ear to let the tip rest in the shallows of his maw.

When Vermuda swallowed, he was allowed to return to his seat. He sat there while trying to ignore the stickiness clinging to his mouth and throat, looking over to see that the old man was zipping himself back up but leaving the coat open. Was he going to try something else? Vermuda's curiosity would have to wait as they got to their destination soon enough. It was a building not too far off from Vermuda's. One of many apartment complexes dotting the city. It didn't look different from his and he didn't care to take in the details as he stepped out of the taxi. Devren gave the driver a tip before sending them off. His mind was still full of static, still unable to form regular thoughts as an arm came around his shoulders to drag him into the building. By the time they got to the stairs, Devren's hands were grabbing his shirt, tugging on it, lifting to show the mound between his legs causing him to squirm as he resisted. Devren's breaths were on his ear, the old man's switch flipped. It had gone from steady groping to this and was progressing further and further until they got to the right floor. The groping suddenly stopped with only a few holes in his clothes where Devren's claws had gripped being the only pieces of proof of the occurrence. By the time he had calmed down from the groping, he found himself at the open door to Devren's apartment.

Before he could step inside, grabbed him by the chin and brought him close. The fox's other hand tore his mask off without so much as asking him and before he could hiss, his mouth was closed with the old man's lips. He shuddered while a strong tongue was forced inside of his maw, warm spittle being swapped between mouths as the kiss deepened further and further.

In between the kiss, Devren pulled back just enough to mutter, "Once we step through that door I'm not going to stop until I've had my fill. It's been too long since I've had a piece of meat like this. This is your only chance to pay me back double. You could walk away." Bastard. Those words were said with a small smirk between kisses, each utterance cutting into him with the knowledge that he wouldn't dare walk away from this. It felt too damn good to do that, "But you gotta say you want it." Came the old fox's words with a whisper against his lips.

Fucker. Fucker! What the hell!? He hated that! He absolutely hated that! What was the reason for it? Just to embarrass him? Just to remind him that he had no control whatsoever?! Vermuda opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind and out came a soft breathy mewl, "Yes, sir. Take me."

Shit. That sealed it. His wrist was taken and he was dragged through the door. Devren immediately got out of his clothes to show that he had a strong build but with a bit of a gut. More impressive than that were the scars. There were a few claw marks along the shoulders and what appeared to be a slice around the side from a knife. He was older, battle-worn, and had a good dick at that. His perfect type and he couldn't stand that fact. Vermuda got out of his shirt and was brought over to a couch that looked much nicer than his own. Hell, the apartment itself was still small but it looked like someone actually lived in it and cared for it. Before he had enough time to appreciate the finer details, he was pushed onto his back and his legs were dragged up into the air.

The fox's cock was pointed right at his mound but he placed both hands over his pussy and hissed, "Condom dumbass! I'm not having your pups!"

Devren looked down at him with a flat stare that brought a shiver down his spine as he wondered whether or not the old fox would comply. Finally, he shrugged and walked away before coming back with a roll of condoms. He tossed them onto the couch after plucking one from the roll, tearing into it to slip it over his shaft. Instead of waiting for Vermuda to pull his hands away, the old fox yanked them back by the wrist and forced them back to the couch. Strong hands moved to grab his ankles to tug his lower half up so his shoulders were pressed onto the couch. His chest rose and fell for a few anticipatory moments before it began. The tip brushed against his warm mound before easing past the folds and inside. He growled, claws digging into the couch as found himself very aware that this fox was more of a horse when it came to matters of cock size. Inch by inch it slid inside, the old fox taking his sweet time in making sure that Vermuda felt it. When the balls were resting on his ass, Vermuda breathed out a sigh of relief. Maybe this old punk was too much of a grandpa to actually use his hips.

Proven wrong almost immediately, Vermuda gasped, toes curling as his insides were pounded furiously. Devran growled, one foot on the couch as he slammed down directly into the feline's cunt. The motion ground at his insides and senses. Vermuda tried his hardest to keep his sanity, to keep his mouth shut but soon he was mewling like a slut in heat, a hand covering his mouth while he looked at his pussy being used. The old fox moved harder, leaning down to let go of his ankles and grasp onto his hips tight enough that he could feel the claws threatening to poke through. Fangs came down on his shoulder hard causing him to gasp, both of his hands doing their best to keep himself as muffled as possible. The constant pounding, the claws, the fangs; everything worked to bring together a throbbing pain and pleasure that mixed together in his gut to form a pure pressure that he could not quite ignore. A yelp escaped him as the knot was suddenly forced into his cunt with a pop, his insides tightening while he felt the tip of the condom bubbling inside of him. While the condom filled, those strong hands drifted from his hips to his neck, grasping firmly while Devren leaned back to rock out his pleasure.

Vermuda almost feared the condom would pop or that he would run out of air as the digits around his neck kept on squeezing tighter and tighter. When the old fox stopped cumming, air began to fill his lungs again as the hands on his neck drifted away to grab another condom. No way, again? Devren pulled back firmly, the knot popping out along with the condom. Vermuda's lower body was allowed to fall, his head propped up against the couch as he looked at the old fox's twitching shaft. It wasn't as hard as it once was, but it still looked full of life. His glasses were plucked and tossed to the side before his face was shoved firmly against the old fox's thigh.

He growled just a bit but stopped as the old man's voice came with a rumble, "Get your tongue on my balls, get me nice and hard again kitten."

Trembling, Vermuda's tongue moved toward those heavy orbs, tongue moving across each. The balls were coated in beads of sweat that were easily picked up by his tongue, his mouth closing over one orb before moving to the other. His ear was tugged when the old fox had enough, Devren muttering for him to open his mouth. Vermuda obeyed and his ears perked as he felt the old bastard spit on his tongue. He could do nothing as that thick cock slid into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue and into his throat before coming back out again.

While he got the condom on, Devren sniffed, "Show me that cute ass of yours."

That was a dangerous position. He couldn't tell what Devren would do and couldn't see either, but instead of protesting, Vermuda turned tail and got on his hands and knees on the couch. His legs were pressed together, toes curling in anticipation. The old fox spat on his cunt, a tongue surprising him with a long lap along the slit before he felt the familiar tip of the canine's shaft ready to penetrate him. One hand groped his ass, the other moving up to his side. Both touches were oddly gentle, almost as if his body were being appreciated, loved, worshipped even. It also carried a different type of intent, a pure and carnal hunger that teetered on primal. The sudden grip of both made it lean more toward the primal, more toward the unending hunger of a beast.

This time, Devren did not take his time. His insides were stretched wide and soon the apartment was full of his groans, full of the sound of hips striking his ass over and over again with a rhythmic slap. It seemed like he was going even rougher than before, toes splaying as he found it difficult to hide any sign of himself enjoying it. There was something more debauched about this position. Maybe it was the heated breath bearing down on his back or the fact that this position seemed like something feral beasts would use to breed. Regardless, it was driving him up the wall. He had been close from the grinding of before and now his climax struck him harder than he expected, his body curling in a bit as he made a pleasure mewl. The old fox suddenly stopped, weight bearing down on him as Devren pulled out.

"I'm going to keep you. I can't let this go. Can't let such a good body go to waste. You're mine. All mine. This debt of yours isn't going to be paid in little fling anyway." Said the old fox to his ear.

He shivered but then froze as he felt something cool being slapped onto his back. Vermuda didn't dare look back but got confirmation of what he had thought happened when that heated cock slammed into his cunt raw. He growled for a few seconds but his ears pinned back and he groaned. It felt so good to have that raw dick inside of him, to hear the old fox's grunts and sighs of pleasure right at his ear. The knot was already swollen again, that bulbous base slapping against his cunt over and over again until it popped inside. He could feel every pulse, every heated throb threatening him with pregnancy.

"I'll take care of you. So stop shaking, no need to be scared." Came Devren's voice. A gentle peck on the side of his mouth and a hand on his chin urged him to turn his head enough that the old fox could kiss him over and over again. In between wet kisses he muttered, "You're mine, got it?"

Vermuda breathed out without meaning to, "Yes, daddy."

He would scream, he would claw and hiss if he had any control of his mind right now. Instead, he was a mewling kitten in the hands of a strong male unable to do anything but purr as he felt that throbbing thing pour out rope after rope of seed into his cunt. Their lips met for a kiss that was softer than anything he expected, the likes which made every ache in pain in his body feel like nothing at all. When the old fox bottomed out, he pulled his cock free spilling a bit of extra cum onto Vermuda's legs and feet.

Slowly pulling his mouth away, Devren breathed out, "Come to bed with me. I'll take care of your body when we wake up. I even know how to cook a mean steak."

Vermuda's mind still swam with static but he was able to at least nod. Gently, he was taken up into the old fox's arms and brought to a bed. The air conditioner had been turned low enough that he felt a bit of a chill but that chill soon went away as covers were brought over his body and he was pulled against the warmth of the old fox. Sleep dragged at his eyes, dragged at his mind as he found himself entirely worn out from what had happened. He paid for a debt with his body, and yet, perhaps things were better this way. At least at this moment, he felt safe and wanted as foolish as that was.