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After a long shift at work, Benny shook the rain off his coat and pushed his way inside his small inner-city apartment. As he stepped through the door, something crinkled under his shoe.

Staring down at the envelope on his welcome mat, he sighed. Another overdue bill. If he didn't find another job soon, he would find himself out on the street.

Ever since his landlord hiked the rent six months ago, it had been an uphill struggle just to stay afloat. He'd been half-heartedly looking for higher paying jobs, but in truth, he didn't want to start over someplace new. He loved working at Cocoa Connection. Sure, it didn't pay much, and he didn't even like to drink coffee, but he loved the smell of it. Over the past five years, the staff there had become like a second family to him.

The thought of leaving over something as trivial as money made his heart sink into his stomach.

He was halfway through his shift the next day when he overheard a group of customers talking about a new nightclub that had just opened nearby. It was too noisy around him to pick out much of the conversation, but he did catch two key details: that it was a gay club, and that it was currently hiring. Benny's interest was piquéd. Maybe if he got there early enough after his shift, he could apply to be a bartender? Such long hours would be tiring, but he'd make it work.

If he didn't want to end up homeless, he had no other choice.

By the time his shift ended at 4:30pm, his feet were a little achy, but that wasn't about to stop him. He took a bus across town and soon found himself outside the club he'd heard about: The Heat Exchange. The entrance was nothing fancy: Just a big, heavy-looking door set into the side of a brick building. It was flanked by a pair of blacked-out windows. He wouldn't have spotted it at all, if not for its name along the wall in bright orange neon lettering.

Nobody was around, and when he tried the door, he found it shut tight. That wasn't entirely unexpected; it would be several hours yet before the place opened, but he had hoped to make a good first impression by showing up early. With any luck, they'd hire him on the spot once they saw how eager he was. All he had to do was find a way in.

He knocked as loudly as he could, and then waited. When a few minutes passed and nobody showed up, he decided to look for another way in. Down the side-alley of the building he found a single staff exit next to some dumpsters. He hesitated in front of it, wondering if this was really a good idea. What if they thought he was trying to rob them? The last thing he needed was for someone to call the cops on him. Talk about bad first impressions.

Guess I'll just have to be really convincing, he decided. He felt confident they would believe him. He was a slim, docile-looking otter, with an appearance he'd heard people call 'friendly' and 'shy' more than a few times. Not at all the type to try to break and enter a business with ideas of robbing it. Still, he hesitated, one hand on the door, fighting against the urge to head back out to the street and simply wait for opening hours.

The door swung open suddenly, nearly hitting him in the snout. Startled, Benny jumped back as someone appeared in the doorway, halting as he noticed the would-be intruder.

"Hey, what'chu doin' out here?" the wolf snarled, yellow eyes narrowing at him. He was tall and gruff-looking, a chain with many keys hanging off his belt and a ratty bar towel slung over one shoulder. Benny's tail curled around his own legs defensively.

"Um, actually, I... I was hoping to get a job," he stammered. "You guys are hiring, right?"

"Yeah, we're hirin'." The wolf's eyes slid down to Benny's feet and up again, apparently assessing him for some unknown quality. After a few seconds, his lips pulled into a toothy smirk. "You'll do."

"I will?" Benny almost hopped for joy, but his excitement was quickly overtaken by a sense of apprehension. That was... too easy. "But, don't you want to ask me anything?"

"Eh? Like what?" he said, gesturing for Benny to follow him back inside.

"Like, if I have any bartending experience?" Benny replied, dutifully following the wolf along a narrow corridor, toward an area marked 'Dressing Rooms'. "Because, um, I don't technically have any... But I'm a barista over at Cocoa Connection! And I'm a fast learner, and-"

"Ah, you's alright, lad." The wolf stopped by one of the dressing room doors and turned to him. "I've no doubt you'll do just that. Now, head in there and pick out an outfit. Something that shows off that nice shape 'o yours," he said, his eyes once again raking up and down Benny's form.

Nodding shyly, Benny entered the dressing room. It was small and box-shaped, barely room enough for a vanity table along one wall and two long racks of clothes along the other.

Although... On closer inspection, he wouldn't exactly call those garments clothes.

"Wait," he said, lifting out what turned out to be an extremely skimpy 'Naughty School Girl' outfit, complete with shirt tied at the front into a crop-top and a pair of bright red hair ribbons looped over the wire hanger. "I think you put me in the wrong-"

But when he looked back at the door, the wolf was already gone.

"...Room?"

*

It had to have been a mistake, right?

Then again, maybe not.

Benny stared at himself in the mirror. He'd picked out the 'Puppy Girl' outfit, which consisted of a soft velvet neck collar, a headband sporting big, floppy Dalmatian ears, a tiny pleated miniskirt that barely covered his upper thighs, and something that might be classed as a crop top, except it was several thin strips of velvet held together across his chest with tied pink bows. Barely a top at all. The skirt and top matched the black and white spotty pattern of the ears, and the ears completely covered and hid his own.

He had to admit, he looked cute in those ears. And the skirt made him feel playful and feminine. He swished his hips and watched how it flicked up, exposing the skin-tight black briefs he was wearing underneath. Edged with fanciful lace, they were the only thing protecting his dignity, but even so, the material somehow accentuated the bulge of his package, making it very obvious to anyone who caught a glimpse that he was no girl.

The last piece of the outfit was the tail, which clipped to the back of his miniskirt. It had the same Dalmatian pattern as the rest of the outfit, and was much shorter and thinner than his own, curled up slightly in a playful pose.

"This is a lot for serving drinks," he mumbled. But as strange as it was, he didn't dislike the idea of wearing it. He loved dressing up in feminine clothes, but he'd never worn an outfit quite so risqué in front of other furs in a public setting before. The idea excited him, urging him on despite any embarrassment it might cause.

He sat waiting by the dresser for some time, until the dull thump of heavy bass started vibrating through the walls. It was time: The Heat Exchange had opened for business.

Benny tentatively left the room and padded down the hall towards the public area. He wondered if this was some kind of test- a rite of passage for new hires. After all, who would even see the skirt or tail over the bar? But maybe they wanted him to prove himself. Well, if that was the case, he felt sure he'd impress them. At least he wasn't being sent out completely naked.

As he pushed through the staff door and into the club hall, he was shocked to find it already packed with furs of all kinds. Benny sheepishly ducked past the intrigued gazes of several of them and made his way quickly to the bar, where the wolf from before was taking drinks orders.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late!" he shouted over the loud music, his stomach twisting in knots. "I didn't know it opened so soon. Do you want me to take over now?"

"Take over?" The wolf shot him an amused glance; on noticing his Puppy Girl outfit, he shot another slower, more openly appreciative one. "Your place is over there, lad, on the stage. Didn't you figure it out by now?"

Benny followed the point of his clawed finger to the other side of the crowded room. A large, flat platform took up a decent portion of the floor, high enough that the furs below would have a privileged view of his underside. He bit his lip, his cheeks turning hot as the penny finally dropped, and he knew what he was expected to do.

"But I... I've never... I don't know how to..."

"So? You never tended bar, neither, remember?" the wolf remarked over his shoulder. "You'll pick it up. You're a quick learner, ain't'cha?"

Benny ignored the obvious teasing in his voice. It didn't matter: He came here to get a job, and he wasn't about to turn tail and flee now. If the wolf wanted to humiliate him, he had another thing coming. Benny set his shoulders, clenched his fists, and nodded firmly to himself.

He was going to own that stage.

Making his way around the edge of the crowd, he didn't miss the many pairs of hungry eyes that followed him. A few hands tried to grab him as he slipped past, but Benny was quick and agile enough to make it to the stage without incident. As he climbed the step into the spotlights and stared down at the sea of faces, his chest fluttered with excitement and nerves.

"Dance, then!" someone shouted. Others jeered eagerly in agreement.

Benny closed his eyes and started moving.

It took him a minute or two to stop feeling ridiculous, to resist his feet's urges to run backstage, grab his own clothes and never look back. But the longer he swayed and twirled to the music, the more he started to enjoy himself. This outfit felt made for him, hugging his contours in ways that flattered his shape. The tail at the back swished and bounced with his hips; he kept his own tail wrapped around one of his legs to keep it out of the way.

He was a natural at this.

He stole a glance at the crowd and saw the front row practically salivating over him, paws held aloft with dollar bills.

"C'mere, beautiful!" someone shouted.

Another piped up: "Lemme squeeze that pert little rump!"

Benny's confidence rose with the attention, and the more he danced, the more depraved and sexual their comments became. It was exciting, having this kind of power over them, to arouse them to the point where they were almost trying to climb the stage just to grope him. Benny started to get hard at the thought of being grabbed and pulled down into their midst, to be surrounded by hard cocks and sweaty palms all wanting a piece of him. He would be in danger if it actually happened, but the fantasy was alluring, and his eyes slipped closed as he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like.

"Fuck, look at that," one of the nearer voices remarked. "You're really enjoying yourself up there, aren't you, sweetheart?"

Benny looked down and smiled at him, feeling his confidence surge through the roof. This one looked much more refined than the sweaty, salivating furs around him. He was a handsome Stag, with slick, styled hair and an expensive-looking suit, more businessman than club-goer. His horns were polished with some dark stain that made them look like ebony. In his raised paw wasn't just a dollar bill, but a whole wad of them. He waved Benny closer with a 'come here' gesture.

Benny danced his way closer. As he bent over to reach for the wad of money, the fur grabbed his wrist.

"You like having a bunch of horny guys thirsting after you, is that it?" the fur asked, a look of dark amusement shrouding his eyes.

"I don't think you're allowed to touch," Benny said, half-heartedly attempting to pull his hand away, but wondering what would happen if he just... let the man do whatever he wanted. The idea sent a thrill of excitement up and down his spine.

The Stag laughed at his reaction. "Don't worry, I don't bite." He reached up and stuffed the money between the pink bows of Benny's top, taking the opportunity to slide his hand up and under his chin, his thumb coming to rest on Benny's lower lip. He seemed to be evaluating something. "You sure are a pretty little thing," he said after a few moments. "How would you like to earn double that, maybe even more?"

"Doing what?" Benny asked, taking the opportunity to straighten up and back out of the fur's reach.

"Nothing more or less than enjoying yourself," the fur replied enigmatically. "It'll be worth your time, I assure you."

"Well..." Benny glanced over at the bar. The wolf's gaze was fixed on him over the crowd, a slow nod as if to say, 'Do what he wants.' This fur in the suit-he must be someone important. A VIP of the club, perhaps?

"You see that door, back there?" The Stag gestured towards a pair of red silk curtains, behind which Benny assumed there were rooms for private showings. "Follow me there when you're done up here. But don't take too long; you'll only get this chance once."

With that, he winked and retreated from the stage, his spot quickly taken up by a large Hippo who looked so baked he could barely stand.

Benny's interest was piquéd. He was done with stage dancing; whatever the enigmatic fur was offering, it was a far more interesting prospect, to say nothing of the promise of all that money. He collected a round of tips, stuffing the bills under the band of his miniskirt, before exiting the stage (ignoring the cries of disappointment from the front row) and heading straight for the curtained doorway.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darker atmosphere in this new area. There were no windows, and the floor-mounted LEDs were moody hues of purple and red, casting everything in an intimate glow. There were several booths of rounded sofas, their shape allowing multiple furs to enjoy the view of a single dancer in the center. Two of the booths were already occupied; Benny was surprised to see them, as he hadn't encountered anyone else in the dressing room area, but it made sense that he wasn't the only dancer the club had.

The fur Benny had followed here was nowhere to be seen.

"They're waiting for you through there," a voice said, startling him. Benny turned to see a tall Leopard in dark glasses, presumably a bouncer or security guard, standing next to a door marked: 'VIPs Only'. He opened the door, and Benny willed himself to enter, despite a rising sense of anxiety.

He hoped he wasn't getting himself in too deep with... whatever this was.

The room inside was much the same as the rest, except the space was bigger. The floor was softly padded, and the ring of sofas around the edge were occupied by no less than six burly adult male furs, all of whom looked like they worked out regularly. Two were horses, one bay and the other jet black; one a grizzly bear, his fur thick and curled, one ear sporting a gold ring; another a lion, his chestnut mane gathered into braids. The last was a bulldog, dark grey with short, velvet-looking fur and a long scar across his muzzle. The sixth, standing off to the side, was the stag from before; he glanced over at Benny's appearance and moved to guide him with a friendly arm towards the rest of the group.

Benny didn't know much about fashion, but even he recognized the expensive designer brands they all were wearing. He noticed the gold-plated watches, the heavy gold chains hanging around their necks. Whoever these furs were, they were probably richer than he'd ever know.

What did they want with someone like him?

"And here he is," the Stag announced to the group, who were watching Benny now with keen interest. "Quite the looker, don't you think?"

"Gorgeous," the grizzly remarked, rubbing his chin. "But is he eager to play?"

The stag turned to Benny expectantly. "Well? Now's your time to decide. If you'd rather leave now, nobody will hold it against you. However, if you choose to stay, all these gentlemen are going to want to play with you. I can't promise they'll be too gentle, but you won't be hurt. In fact, I think you'll enjoy their attentions very much."

Benny looked around the group, his heart racing with nervousness and excitement. This was it; one of his biggest fantasies was about to come true. Inside this room, he could subject himself to things he would never have dared to with the crowd at the stage. In here, he was promised safety and enjoyment. His excitement from before only grew at the prospect.

"I'll stay," he said.

The furs exchanged pleased glances at this, and Benny didn't miss sight of their growing erections, visible by the shadows being cast against their pants by the moody lighting.

"Excellent. Then, I'll leave you all to it," the Stag said, heading for the door. "Come find me for your payment after. Have fun, gents!"

And with that, Benny found himself surrounded on all sides by muscular furs, each wanting a closer look at him, big hands stroking his arms and back, a firm grip pulling his chin this way and that while they inspected his features. It was unabashedly objectifying, but Benny expected as much, so he kept quiet and allowed them to inspect him.

"You're a real cute one," the bulldog said, circling around behind him. Benny felt a pair of enormous hands grab his ass; it made him yelp in surprise, which in turn made a few of the furs laugh. "Yep, as firm as it looks. Oh, I'm gonna enjoy ruining that."

"Would you enjoy that, pet?" the lion asked, coming to stand in front of Benny. He reached for the bows holding Benny's top together and slowly pulled them open, one by one. "Do you want to be ruined by us?"

The top fell away, exposing Benny's bare chest. One of the horses, the bay, pinched Benny's nipple, making him gasp. "I... I do," he admitted, practically melting under the touch of so many wandering hands. "Please use me. I want everything."

"Everything, eh?" The lion chuckled. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"

Benny nodded. It was true; he wanted nothing less than to be taken by all of them, all at the same time. He wanted to be pulled in so many different directions, he wouldn't know who was doing what. He wanted nothing less than to be used by them like a plaything, until his entire existence was reduced to mere sensation. His body shuddered as a paw cupped his hardening erection through his briefs and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Good pet," the bulldog murmured from behind, his mouth so close to one of his floppy Dalmatian ears that Benny felt the warmth of his breath against his real one. The bulldog's paws slipped inside Benny's briefs and started massaging his ass in circles, causing Benny to moan softly.

"Down on your knees," came the gruff voice of the bear, and a pair of large, heavy paws forced Benny to kneel. To steady himself, Benny instinctively reached out and held onto the lion's hips directly in front of him, but someone behind him quickly grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind, pinning them together.

"You're here for us, not yourself," the bulldog said. "Speak now if you have any problem with being tied up."

Benny remained quiet. No, being tied sounded perfect. He felt the caress of thin rope tighten around his wrists, enough to hold them in place, but not too tight as to be painful. It was a small gesture, to keep the bind fairly loose, but one he appreciated. It showed they were serious about not wanting to harm him.

He was now eye-level with the bulge in the lion's tailored slacks. Benny stared at it, his mouth beginning to water.

"What do you think, pet?" the lion remarked, sounding amused. "Eager for a taste?"

Heat rising to his cheeks, Benny could only nod. He watched, transfixed as the fur undid the zip of his fly and reached inside, emerging then with a palm full of the lion's dark-skinned, heavy sack. His huge cock sprang free, stiff and upright; Benny's nose was hit with a powerful wave of musk that made his own cock twitch in its confines. As he stared at it, the lion gripped the base and gave a slow stroke upward, producing a bead of precum at its tip. He angled it towards Benny's face.

Benny needed no instruction: he knew what the lion wanted. Being careful not to tip over with his bound wrists, he leaned closer and extended his tongue until he made contact with the warm flesh in front of him. Then, flattening his tongue against the silky skin, he licked up and over the head in one long, greedy stripe. A growl of pleasure emitted from the lion's throat as Benny smeared the salty droplet over his tastebuds before bringing it back into his mouth and swallowing.

"He's so compliant," the bay horse, who hadn't spoken much as of yet, commented. "I can't wait to bury myself in that eager little mouth of his."

"You'll have to wait your turn," the lion replied, an edge of possessiveness in his voice. He held Benny's head on either side with his paws, while guiding his cock towards Benny's lips. At the same time, someone - presumably the bulldog - pulled Benny's briefs down and let them drop to his ankles. A pair of thumbs then pried the cheeks of his ass apart to expose his delicate pink hole, which fluttered in anticipation when it felt the gust of hot breath drawing closer.

The first press of hot, wet tongue against his asshole made Benny cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. Seizing his opportunity, the lion thrust his cock into Benny's open mouth, stretching his lips wide and colliding with the back of his throat, causing Benny to gag on it. Taken completely off-guard, Benny's stomach spasmed. The intrusion backed off just enough that he could breathe around it.

"Steady, pet," the lion soothed. But Benny was already moaning again, the tongue at his ass tracing luxurious circles around his rim, pressing and prodding at his entrance in an attempt to tease it open. A firm hand gripped his tail and held it aloft, further exposing him to the bulldog's hungry attention.

Benny's muzzle was meanwhile buried in the fur of the lion's crotch, the heady scent of musk and arousal making saliva dribble from the corners of his mouth. As he made noise, the rumbling in his throat encouraged the lion to think twice about giving him breathing space, his cock easing forward again, heavy and throbbing against the back of Benny's tongue. Benny did his best to relax, to accommodate as much as he could. He even tried bobbing his head despite his mouth being so full. The lion, clearly appreciating this effort, began thrusting into him at a slow but steady rhythm.

Benny was painfully hard now, his own member hanging heavy between his legs. He wondered if anyone would touch him. As the tongue at his asshole sank through the ring of muscle, he shuddered and felt his cock leap in the air, straining to be stimulated, but finding no friction against the flat of his own stomach. The lion fucking his mouth kept his pace slow, giving Benny plenty of moments to breathe, but not being shy about sinking in deep every now and then, his chest rumbling with pleasured sounds as he indulged in Benny's enthusiastic sucking.

"You've had your turn," someone said after a while, though the words barely sunk into Benny's mind past the maddening distraction of the long tongue licking greedily inside him. Moments later the lion's saliva-coated cock slipped out of Benny's mouth as the fur was shoved back. The lion gave a warning growl, but the horse who eagerly replaced him didn't seem to care: Benny's eyes widened when he saw the enormous length of the horses' member poised in his grip, aiming straight at Benny's face. Benny had no time to prepare himself before the blunt head was forced between his jaws, stretching his mouth wider than he thought possible. Worryingly, it seemed to reach the back of his throat before even a quarter of it had passed his lips.

"Surely you can do better than that," the horse scoffed. And even though Benny couldn't crane his neck far enough up to see his face, the smirk in his voice was self-evident. Gripping the sides of Benny's head, the horse gave no warning before he pushed in, forcing his cock into Benny's throat, squeezing deeper inch by inch. Benny's eyes watered, his gag reflex thoroughly overpowered. He could feel the fat length of it bulging along his throat, past the collar. All he could do was be good and still, and hope the horse planned on letting him breathe again soon, but by the time the horse had fully seated himself, his lungs were burning. His racing pulse wasn't helping matters, the mouth at his ass still slurping and sucking at his hole, stimulating him as the tongue reached deeper to curl and press itself across his sensitive prostate. The friction, the breathlessness, the sheer delicious depravity of what he was allowing them to do to him was almost too much.

But just as he felt close to blacking out, the enormous length pulled out of his throat just enough to let him gulp several lungfuls of air, before sinking right back in with a wet squelching sound. The horse was thrusting down his throat now, his hips snapping with intent. He was clearly building himself towards a release.

"Fuck, he's got a tight throat," the horse gasped. "I wonder if his arse is the same?"

It was the bear who answered, his voice behind Benny and out of his line of sight. "Why don't we find out?"

The mouth left Benny's ass, causing his skin to cool quickly to the air. "He's as tight as he looks," the bulldog remarked, sounding out of breath. "And twice as sweet-tastin'. God, I can't wait to bury my knot between those buns. You better not ruin him before I get my turn."

The absence of his tongue left Benny more than a little disappointed, and he rocked back on his knees encouragingly. He didn't have to wait long, however, to feel the unmistakably smooth, spongy head of another cock pressing against his well-lubricated entrance.

"Can't make promises like that," the bear managed, his voice breaking into a pleasured growl as he pressed his length into the slender body before him. Benny's bound hands clenched into fists at the sharp burn, but the bear moved mercifully slow, allowing him time to get used to the thickness of it. As the bear pressed forward, Benny felt himself being nudged closer to the horse in front of him, whose cock slid even deeper down his throat with every thrust.

"Shit, I'm so deep he won't even have to swallow," the horse said, something close to awe in his strained voice. "How does such a small thing take so many inches? You get a lot of practice at this, pet? You like the taste of it that much, huh?"

Benny made an affirmative noise in response. The horse was groaning now with every breath, his pitch climbing in intensity. Benny could feel the already thick cock swell even more between his jaws, and though he couldn't breathe while the horse was lost in chasing his orgasm, he desperately longed to feel that burst of warmth inside him.

And then it happened: the horse bucked, hard, crying out as he shoved himself forward with enough force that it would have sent Benny toppling backwards had the bear not been directly behind him. Benny felt heat pouring into his stomach, gallons of thick, salty cum pulsing from the cock lodged in his throat. It went on so long that he very nearly passed out again, and when cum began backing up and spilling from his nose, the lion took it upon himself to rip the horse away from him.

It was only the bear's grip on his flanks that kept Benny from collapsing to the floor as he coughed and spluttered. He caught a glimpse of the horse flopping down onto part of the rounded sofa, eyes half-lidded, his sated cock slowly softening, before the lion stood to block his view.

"Idiot," the lion snarled over his shoulder. "You alright, pet? He always did play too rough with our toys."

But Benny could only nod, floppy Dalmatian ears bouncing either side of his head. His voice emerged crackly and harsh. "I'm fine," he managed. "That was... I loved it."

"You did, eh?" The lion sounded surprised, almost impressed. Desperate to show them how keen he was, Benny licked the cum dripping from his chin, moaning as he purposefully clenched his ass around the bear who continued moving in and out of him. The appreciative groan from behind brought a gratified smile to Benny's swollen lips; he must look absolutely debauched, and it couldn't have made him happier.

"He's telling the truth," the bear said between grunts. "He's thirsty for it. Look at his little dick, hasn't even been touched and he's dripping like a leaky faucet!"

"You'll be dripping all over, soon enough," the lion remarked, swiping his thumb across Benny's lips to smear away the remaining mess. "How about it? Ready for some more?"

The bear's pace was ramping up, heavy balls slapping against the backs of Benny's naked thighs. Benny answered between gasps: "Ah- Yes, yes! Please!"

The lion laughed, and then his cock was sliding smoothly over Benny's tongue once more, warm and rock-hard, still wet from before the horse took his turn.

Benny's knees ached fiercely having held his weight for so long. But he didn't care: this whole experience was amazing. Being sandwiched between so many horny males, his belly full of hot cum and his ass about to be full of the same. The only thing missing was having his hands free to jerk himself off while they used him, but having them bound was somehow better, as even without the stimulation, it drove home the message that he wasn't the one in control here: he was just the plaything. His pleasure was entirely at their command.

Well,almost entirely.

With how the bear's rigid length and bulbous head was driving over and over across his prostate, he was coming dangerously close to orgasm. He couldn't see how much he was supposedly leaking, but he believed what they said. His balls felt like solid weights, drawn close up against his body and ready to unload themselves. His cock was almost painfully stiff, blood pulsing through it with intense pressure.

The bear gave one final shove and then went rigid, giving a long growl as he came deep inside Benny's ass. Benny felt an explosion of heat in his belly, his insides filling up with spurts of hot cum. It felt so good to be filled from both ends, and he sucked eagerly at the lion's slick member, coaxing him to cum while the bear was still shuddering against him.

However, the lion was taking his time, controlling his pace to prolong the experience, and Benny felt a pang of disappointment in his chest when the bear's cock slipped out of his ass. It was only a moment before another took its place, though, and Benny guessed from its size and shape that it must be the bulldog's. He was nowhere near as patient as the lion; having been the first to start playing with Benny, tonguing and slurping at his entrance for so long, he must have been hard for a long time now. When he started thrusting, there was no subtlety to it: he drove his cock into Benny hard and fast, already panting with effort.

It was a good thing Benny was already lubed up; despite the bulldog's ferocity, Benny felt only intense pleasure, every hard rub along his prostate dragging a muffled moan from his throat. Even the lion was thrusting faster now, evidently done with teasing himself. Now he was seeking his own release. Benny rocked between them on his knees, alternately shoving himself back on one cock before plowing forward to deepthroat the other, the rhythm between all three of them falling apart as each reached their limits, muscles burning and shaking as Benny desperately tried to keep his balance.

It was the bulldog who came first: Benny felt the base of his cock balloon into an enormous, hard object inside his ass, locking his member in place as it jerked and pulsed inside him. His already full insides were stretched even further to accommodate the influx, his abdomen turning solid, even bulging a little with the amount of cum being trapped inside him. The heat and stimulation pushed Benny over the edge, and he felt a paw close around his own neglected cock just as he started cumming, jerking him through it with such energy that he couldn't help his hips stuttering and thrusting with it. Something hot splashed against his back and between his shoulder blades, and he knew it must have been the other horse ejaculating over him. He had mostly been watching the others play with him up to that point.

In the midst of all this, the lion finally reached his climax, shoving his cock as deep as he could reach in Benny's throat and holding him there as he came, salty liquid spurting behind the back of Benny's tongue. In that moment, locked in place on his knees with his ass stuffed full of cock and his mouth filling with the taste of cum, a firm fist still pumping the last remnants of an earth-shattering orgasm out of him, Benny felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. It was a glorious feeling.

One by one, the furs withdrew and sat panting and breathless on the sofa. The floor was a mess of spilled cum; the air was thick with the smell of it. The bulldog was last to pull out, having to wait a few minutes for his knot to deflate. As he did so, a rush of liquid left with it, soon slowing to a trickle that wound its way down Benny's thoroughly stained thighs.

When it was all over, Benny simply lay on the ground for a moment, recovering, fur matting with splashes of drying mess, feeling it leaking from his ass and dripping down his back. He had a smile on his face when the lion helped him to stand up and removed the bind from his hands.

"How was that?" the fur asked, cautiously. Benny shut his eyes for a moment, concentrating on how his body felt: sore, aching, but in a good way. He felt utterly relaxed and spent.

"It was good," he answered. Then he remembered where he was, what he was supposed to be doing. This wasn't even about him. "Thank you," he added, hurriedly. "I'm glad you chose me for this. I hope it was enjoyable for all of you."

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say it was a very enjoyable experience," the lion replied. "Best we've had in a long while, I'd say."

Benny felt heat rise to his cheeks at the compliment. "What happens now? Should I just... go?"

"Go get cleaned up," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "Then go find our chaperone, the one who brought you here. He'll settle the bill."

Benny nodded, slipped his briefs back on and straightened his attire as best he could before leaving the room, keenly aware of what a mess he would probably appear to anyone who saw him. Outside, he avoided the main club area, and thankfully didn't run into anyone else on his way back to the dressing rooms, where he showered and got changed back into his regular clothes.

Twenty minutes later, Benny found the stag waiting for him outside in the alley where Benny had first entered the club. He handed over a cheque with more zeros than Benny could count, not that he looked too closely. Mainly he didn't want to appear rude, but also, part of him didn't care so much about the payment anymore; that experience had been worth more to him than any material payment.

"My clients enjoyed your company this evening," the stag explained, his demeanor much more businesslike now than it was back at the stage when Benny had been dancing for him. "They've instructed me to pay double and to extend an invitation to you to join them again at a later date."

"Here, at the club?" Benny asked, but the stag shook his head.

"Not here. At one of their homes, I'd imagine, though I couldn't guess which." He handed Benny a small black card, a phone number printed on it in gold lettering. "As you might expect, they have quite a few between them to choose from."

"Wow..."

"It's a privilege I hope you'll seriously consider accepting. Don't get me wrong: they want you for one reason, and that's what they can do with you. But I can assure you, these gentlemen will treat you like royalty inside their homes. You'll want for nothing, and be free to leave if at any point you no longer feel comfortable."

"I... I'll have to think about it," Benny said, but part of him had already made the decision. The opportunity was simply too great to pass up. "Thank you."

"Thank you," the stag replied, grinning. "Honestly, they can be quite picky. And being a group of five, you can imagine the arguments that can arise over specific tastes. But all of them loved you. Your body, your personality, your looks. The perfect plaything, if you don't mind me saying."

"I don't. It's flattering."

"Good. Then, perhaps I'll see you again soon."

Benny watched him stride out of the alley towards the street and disappear around the corner. He put the card and cheque in his pocket, smiling to himself, disbelieving of his luck. To think he would run into a bunch of rich furs on his first day and then receive an offer like that?

"Guess I don't need to work here after all," he said, taking one last look back before heading on his way home.