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A Bitchin' Night 3

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Robbie was still bent over the toilet, his cock spewing pre-cum and slime into the bowl over and over again. He couldn't stop. He literally couldn't, as his finger felt trapped inside of his pucker by the tight clenching that was going on back there. The slightest twitch of his finger, the most meager of clenches, brought near-orgasmic pleasure every time that he felt it, and he felt it a lot.

The only reason he wasn't still howling was because his hand was jammed almost down his muzzle, the wolf choking on his own fist as he tried to not make more noise. His tail was flagged up high, his cock was soaking wet with pre-cum and all the other mess that it had been oozing, and his hole -

"Mmmmph!"

He couldn't breathe easily, his panting breath barely enough to keep him conscious as he felt another sharp stab of pleasure through his ass, the stinging need running through him. His cock jumped, squirting ropes of pre-cum into the rising toilet water and across the seat, almost like he was some feral that was marking his territory.

What's wrong with me? Why can't I stop?

There was no clear answer to the question, just a constant reminder of just how good it felt to have something, anything, rubbing against his hole. His breath was soft, then sharp, then soft again as he strained to do something, anything. If he could just pull his finger away, if he could just get back to his feet, or -

"NNNGH!"

Another sharp blast of pleasure as he finally managed to get his finger out of his ass. Almost instantly, he regretted it. Even as the bliss zapped through him like a lightning bolt, his hole felt empty, empty and needy and hungry like nothing else. There was a tingling warmth going around his pucker, making it feel almost swollen, like something in him was pushing him to slide something back in there.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He wanted to stand up, but even trying to do that made his ass cheeks rub against his pucker, which made him want to squirt again. Pulling his pants up was not an option, as he would only soil them with more pre-cum, leaving them impossible to wear.

Pack with toilet paper? he thought. No, no, would soak through them in seconds. Need help. Need lots of help.

But how was he going to get that? He was locked in the bathroom, he couldn't move, couldn't even get to his phone, considering that was down in his pants' pocket down around his ankles. Robbie groaned, his face burning red and his cock throbbing all the harder as he tried to imagine how this could get any worse.

Click.

The sound of the door to the bathroom being unlocked filled his ears, and he tried to stop panting. The operative word, of course, was 'tried'. He was still huffing, still biting off moans.

"Robert?"

Oh, shit. That was his supervisor. Malwen. The Doberman had already seen him run off to the bathroom, and now, he was here in the bathroom with him. The wolf tried to reach down, but his body didn't want to obey, didn't want to do anything but show itself off.

Come on, come on.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the only thing that he could do was push his ass out even further, his cock throbbing harder, his balls churning up a storm. This was wrong, so wrong, but he was so far gone that he couldn't think of a way to ask for help that wouldn't get him in trouble.

Finally, the Doberman - probably led by his nose - came to the wolf's stall. Another click of a key, and the door opened. Robbie covered his face, trying not to look back, but he could feel those eyes on his ass, that stare getting stronger. He whimpered, shaking his head, even as his ass slowly swayed.

"Mmmph..."

"What in the name of..."

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

"What are you doing?"

"I...I don't..."

Another clench, and he all but came. Another splatter, another slick rope of pre-cum splattering against the toilet. Oh, the janitors would be busy with this one for hours. He whimpered, his tail pulled up and over his back.

"Please...It's so...I need..."

He wanted to ask for help, but the words weren't coming to him. Speech was impossible with the continued spasms of pleasure inside. Each one only reminded him of how empty he was, though, and how badly he needed someone to help him over the edge. He whimpered, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter, his eyes closing tight.

Then, he heard the sound that he hadn't expected to hear but should have. He heard the sound of a zipper coming down.

"This is incredibly unprofessional, Robert."

"Nnngh..."

He didn't mean that. But before he could say anything, that stiff, heated rod of another canine rubbed between his cheeks. His eyes went wide, his tongue hung out, and his hole clenched as he all but came on the spot. His toes curled in his shoes, and his head fell down as he gripped the back of the toilet desperately for leverage.

"You have been on thin ice for weeks now. Your perverted behavior, your difficult personality, all of this has caused grief throughout the office. And now, you are throwing yourself at me, as if this behavior would buy you some grace."

"Nnngh...n-no..."

That wasn't what he was trying to do, but he realized how it looked like that. Slut dog in the back of the bathroom, showing off his ass, begging for help? That was going to look like something entirely different to the reality, for sure. He tried to shake his head -

SMACK!

The spank that followed shocked him, leaving his cock jumping, slapping against his belly. He lowered his head, whimpering and curling his fingers, almost scraping the porcelain at the back of the toilet.

"Quiet, boy."

"Mmmph..."

"If you are going to beg, then you will acknowledge what you are. What are you, hmm?"

"A...a pervert..."

"That's right."

That hot shaft was impossible to ignore as it slid further, further down. He had never had something real up his ass before, but right at that moment, it was all he could think about. He didn't know what had happened to him since last night, couldn't remember what could have happened to make him need this so badly, but here it was.

"If you must flaunt yourself, then it will come with a price. If you want to keep your job, then this hole no longer belongs to you."

"B-but - AH!"

He yelped as he was spanked again, huffing, feeling like one of those bitches on a hentai movie. He shivered every time that the cock tip prodded his hole, his head lowering further and further.

"You will not speak. A pervert like you has given up the right to that. As you've insisted that you are nothing but a pervert with your actions, and now this, then it is only fair to treat you like one. From now on, you will service me, and those I designate. Otherwise, you will be fired."

He didn't have air, or thought, left to question or protest. All he had was need. He nodded slowly, holding his ass up.

"Good pervert."

That tip came back to his pucker, and he knew that this time, it was going in. Could he brace himself? He doubted it. Instead, he closed his eyes, and waited.

The push was almost enough to make him cum right there, but as it got stronger and stronger, his eyes started bugging out of their sockets, His mouth hung open, his breath caught in his throat, and he felt his hole stretching further and further. He expected pain on his first time being filled, but instead, it was better than anything that he had ever done with his cock. His breath sped up, his eyes rolled back, and -

"NNNNNNGH!"

He came. He actually came before his supervisor was completely hilted in him. His body spasmed from head to toe, his hole flexing hard on that shaft, but all that did was encourage it to go deeper. The wolf's body couldn't stop shaking, and his cock? Well, his cock couldn't stop cumming.

For the first time, he was actually getting something approaching relief, but the relief didn't stop no matter how far the Doberman filled him, nor how many times he let his seed out into the toilet below. He gasped for breath, he panted, he whimpered and whined like some whipped pup, but he couldn't stop. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb, his balls pulling up constantly as his ass milked that cock.

The supervisor didn't say anything, but there were the occasional spurts of pre-cum in his hole that seemed to feed him something new. Every time that he felt that going into him, he swore that something else was getting satisfied. Something that needed that pre-seed, something that required that...that intensity. He drooled like a hound fucked silly after only ten thrusts, but he didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He needed more.

Without thinking, he pushed back. He took that cock up to the hilt, and his supervisor shook his head.

"I will never understand you."

"Nnngh...more..."

"You'll get it...don't worry. You'll get it."

The End

Summary: Robbie gets taken further down the rabbit hole by the parasite up his ass, and ends up getting fucked over. Hard.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Doberman, Wolf, Anal, Parasite, Bathroom, Company, Work Fuck, Accidental, Pleasure, Forced Orgasm, Anal Orgasm, Helpless to Pleasure, Pre-Cum, Cum, Orgasm,