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Cody had never been the best at making good decisions. His inability to plan ahead was no doubt the root cause. That being said, he really should have seen this coming. Borrowing money from a crime family known for being batshit insane? Yeah, no way that could end badly.

"So, we gonna rough him up a bit first or what?"

With the bag over his head, Cody couldn't see who was speaking, but the way he spoke so casually about beating someone up made him less than thrilled. Just how much danger was he in? Surely, they wouldn't seriously hurt him? They'd just rough him up a bit, a bloody nose and a black eye, nothing too extreme.

"I could get the bat and smash his kneecaps. The little fucker sure as hell won't be able to escape that way," the voice chuckled, a sound that made Cody's fur stand on end.

"And how's he gonna escape, moron?" another voice said. "There's three of us and the door's locked. Your sadistic arse just wants an excuse to hurt someone."

"And that's an issue because...?"

"Because what if you go overboard again and kill the guy?"

Cody started to panic. He wanted to run but he was stuck on his knees, hands tided behind him with the world's scratchiest rope, and a large hand on his shoulder, doing its best to make sure he couldn't leave no matter how much he wanted to. Trapped like he was, he did the only thing he could: Plead for his life like a big baby.

"Oh, God, please don't hurt me," he begged, hot tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. "I promise I'll get your your money. I just need more time!"

"And exactly how will you get us the money, huh? You borrowed from us because you were unemployed and struggling financially. Word is you're still jobless and are about to get kicked out of your place because you can't pay rent. So, how you gonna pay us back, exactly?"

Shit, of course they'd look into him. He opened his muzzle to beg some more, when one of them said with a gruff voice full of mirth, "Take off the bag."

The bag was removed and Cody squinted at the sudden light that took over the darkness. He blinked a few times to adjust to the change and, once his vision was clear, he took in his surroundings. The room was fairly basic with grey concrete floors, red brick walls and one singular light hanging from the ceiling. The real important part, however, was who was there with him.

His eyes grew wide at the three well-muscled boerboels that towered over him, all wearing the same ripped jeans, black vests, and smirks on their muzzles. In less terrifying circumstances, the twink of a fox would have loved to be on his knees in front of such a trio, making him feel the strangest mix of terrified and horny.

"So, what're we gonna do with him? Wait for Quinton to show up or just get to it?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, I think we should wait. You know what happens when we do shit he doesn't like," another said as he lazily scratched his nuts through his jeans. Cody couldn't help but stare as he did so, wondering just how big of a package someone of that size actually had. The horny was quickly overthrowing the terrified.

His ears perked up when he realised something. Quinton? He was the oldest son of the de Swardt family, the actual man he'd borrowed money from. These three must have been the triplets he'd heard about, his younger brothers, and the muscle of the family. Which he found a little odd seeing as Quinton's size was nothing to sneeze at, being even bigger than these three. Maybe it was because there were three of them? Power in numbers and all that.

He jumped as he heard a door opening behind him.

"Damn, bru, took you bloody long enough to get here," one of the triplets said to whoever had entered the room.

Cody's blood ran cold when he heard the deep baritone of all all too familiar voice say, "Did he cause you any trouble?"

"As if. I've picked fleas off my arse bigger than this one," one of the brother's laughed as Quinton walked around Cody to come into view.

Apparently, ripped jeans and sleeveless tops weren't a must, Quinton instead wearing the tightest leather pants Cody had ever seen and a leather jacket open to reveal the man's well-toned and bare chest. Cody felt his mouth grow dry. He'd forgotten how hot he was.

Quinton knelt down onto one knee so that he was eye level with the fox, a smirk across his face as he said, "Well, well, if it isn't my favourite bushy tailed thief."

Cody looked down as he stammered, "I-I didn't steal anything from you."

"So, you're saying that taking money from me with no intention of ever returning it isn't stealing? I think we have very different ideas on what constitutes theft, bushy tail."

Cody's head snaps back up. "I swear, I'm going to pay you back! I just need more time."

Quinton grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward until their noses were just an inch apart. "Don't play games with me, bushy tail," he snarled. "You and I both know there's no way you're paying me back. We know the exact financial hole you're in. Now, tell me, how does a man in that situation expect to pay me not just what he borrowed but the interest as well? Hmm?"

Cody was fucked. He knew it. Quinton knew it. The clones knew it.

"A-are you going to kill me?" the fox said barely above a whisper.

Quinton gave a bark of laughter. "Kill you? Nah. Sure, you stole from me but it wasn't an amount to kill over."

A wave of relief washed over him as a smiling Cody said, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The elder brother then gave him a devilish smirk that wiped the glee off of Cody's face. "I'm not going to hurt you but you still need to pay me back some way for the money you owe, seeing as we both know there's no way in fuck you're actually giving me the cash. Actually, I do have one ide for how you'll pay me back.."

"I'll do anything! Just tell me what you want," the desperate man said, practically shouting, willing to do anything that won't result on his arse being kicked ten ways to Sunday.

One of the triplets smirked as large, meaty hand grabbed to pull down the zipper of his jeans before pulling out a cock that would make elephants jealous. He gave Cody a wink before saying, "Well? It ain't gonna suck itself."

Eyes wide with shock, a near drooling fox took in the monster before him, practically moaning as he said, "Oh, fuck, yes."

"What was that?" the man said with a frown.

"Oh, um, I mean...oh no! How terrible. Icky. Gross. Yeah, totally gross," Cody said with a nervous chuckle trying, and failing, to show this 'punishment' didn't sound so bad.

Quinton gave a heavy sigh. "Great, we had to pick up the most stereotypical fox out there. You're not supposed to enjoy this, you know that, right?"

"Enjoy it? What makes you think gagging on a thick, throbbing, hot cock would..." Cody trailed off as a dreamy look took over his features.

"So, uh, what to we do now?" the brother who still had his dick out asked.

The triplets were at a lose as to what to do now that their victim was was salivating at what was supposed to be traumatic. They looked to Quinton who, with a heavy sigh, said, "Eh, fuck it. It's been a long day and I need to blow a good load." With a wave of his hand at the group, he said, "Might as while do it anyway. Carry on."

He stood up and moved to go lean against the wall just in front of Cody. The fox, confused as to why Quinton wasn't trying to have his way with him, opened his mouth to ask, only to have the triplet with his dick out step in front of him to grab the side of his head and shove said dick into his muzzle. Cody made a gagging sound at the sudden intrusion, the man holding his head only saying, "Aw, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" he said with a cruel laugh.

Cody's eyes grew wider as the man slowly pushed his impressive member further down his throat. Soon balls were hitting Cody's chin, his nose pressing against the fur bellow his naval, a satisfied groan escaping the mountain of muscle called a dog. "Damn, this guy really is a fox. Took the whole shaft in one go!"

"You sure it's not just because you have a toothpick dick?" one of the triplet's responded.

All the brothers, including the one who'd been insulted, burst out laughing. Cody could attest to the fact that, no, he did not have a toothpick dick, the man's member practically choking him with seemingly no desire to let him go. If anything, his hold on Cody's furry head seemed to grow stronger. He did, however, gain a little bit of hope when he began to pull out but it was soon dashed when he snapped his hips forward, his cock burying itself down his throat once more.

The boerboel didn't give a damn about easing him into anything, about being gentle, instead deciding to thrust his hips as hard as he could to bring himself closer to his release. Tears began to spring into Cody's eyes as he struggled to breath as his throat was fucked raw. But, despite the pain, he couldn't help how the salt on his tongue from the man's sweat and the fullness of his mouth made his own member begin to grow. Quinton was right. He really was a stereotypical fox.

Cody heard a zipper, his eyes shooting to the side and widening as he saw the other two triplets undo their jeans and pull out their cocks. Staring at their members, it seemed as though their faces weren't the only way they matched.

"Hey, man, let him go for a minute. I want a crack at that muzzle, too."

The man who's cock was still in his mouth huffed as he said, "Fine but only if he lets me use one of those dainty little paws of his." He let go of one side of his face to make a jerking motion with his hand, all the while saying, "If you know what I mean."

The third brother piped up, "Oh! Oh! Can he do that to me, too?"

So, they wanted him to have one in is mouth while he jerked off the other two? Only one though ran through Cody's mind.

Oh, fuck yeah.

His excitement quickly turned to horror as one of the men pulled out a knife. He gave a panicked squeal around the cock in his mouth and tried to run away, only to have the grip on his head grow tighter. The knife wielder knelt down behind him and, with a flick of his wrist the rope was cut and Cody was free. Oh. Well, that made sense. He couldn't exactly give handjobs with trapped hands, now, could he?

The man removed his cock from Cody's warm muzzle, but the fox didn't have time to complain before a new one took its place. This one wasted no time in pumping his cock in and out of Cody's moist jaws, the smaller man letting out a wanton moan as he felt the tip hit the back of his throat.

"Fuck, man, he really is enjoying it. We really lucked out on this one."

Cody had no idea who it was that said that and, honestly, he didn't care. They were all walking, talking cocks to him at this point, creatures who only viewed him as a means to an orgasmic end and, him, a being who wanted nothing more than to help them get there.

"Well, seeing how hungry he is, why not give him more?"

A cock appeared at the side of Cody's head. Oh, right, they wanted him to give them both handjobs while sucking off their brother, didn't they? Well, who was he to deny his gracious hosts?

He wrapped a hand around the base of each cock, moaning once more at the subtle way they twitched beneath his finger pads. The brother standing to his right licked his lips as he said, "Now, start nice and slow. We want this to last."

Cody did his best to mumble a yes with a dick in his mouth. This only made the men laugh again. They seemed to enjoy watching him struggle. He couldn't help but wonder what else the three would make him do that night to watch him squirm. And he was ecstatic to find out.

The man with his dick in his mouth scoffed as he said, "I don't give a fuck about that pansy arse bullshit of keeping things slow and making it last. You really think I only plan on nutting once tonight? Ha! Get real. I'm gonna come over and over until all this twink sees is white." His voice then went into a low growl as he added, "And I'm gonna go hard and fast...Every. Fucking. Time."

Cody's entire body shuddering, already feeling like he was on the cusp of release from his words alone. As he was trembling, he heard the triplet to the left let out an awkward cough and say, "Yeah, um, I think I'm cool with taking it slow." Then in a lower voice he added, "Jesus Christ, man, why you always gotta be so intense when we do these things? Way to make having a gay orgy with your brothers weird."

Doing as he was told like the good little cockslut he was, Cody stroked the brothers he had in each hand while doing his best not to gag on the shaft in his mouth. He was in dick heaven, his head growing lighter at the soft grunts and growls from the men around him, his own erection straining against his pants, begging to be freed. He wanted nothing more than to paw at himself through his jeans. Too bad both his hands were busy.

"Damn, this guy's good. Play with my balls a bit, will ya?" the one to his right groaned, a twinge of excitement hitting Cody's cock at the praise.

He did as he was told, gently caressing his sack, only to earn him a, "Nah, not like that. Be rougher. Give them a real tug. I'm not a pup, I can handle the rough stuff."

Pups they definitely weren't, the large meaty sticks in each hand and his mouth being testaments to that. Wanting to make them happy, he did just as they said. He heard a low moan of, "Fuck, yeah," from one of them as his grip grew tighter and his ministrations faster. The sped up actions ignited something in the brother whose dick he was still flossing with, his hips thrusting harder with each . Cody began to choke on the cock whose personal mission it seemed was to destroy his windpipe, an action that only seemed to excite the man even more. A few more bucks of his hips, balls slapping the fox's chin, and he was releasing down Cody's throat.

Cody's grip tightened instinctually around the balls and cock of the other two men, the feeling of his firm grip on their members and the sight of a fox kneeling and gagging before them enough to also send them over the edge. Cody yelped and let them go as streams of sticky, white fluid hit him on each side.

"Damn, foxy, you're gonna need a good, long scrubbing to get all of that out your fur," one of them laughed.

He wasn't wrong. Turned out boerboels jizzed buckets and he was pretty sure he was more white than red at that moment. Wiping away a glob of baby batter that had gotten a little too close for his eye for his liking, he looked up at the three men and asked, "So, what now? Have I paid you back?"

There was a bark of laughter as Quinton pushed himself off the wall and the three stepped aside to kneel before the fox. Shit, he'd completely forgotten about him. Before he could ask what was so funny, the giant of a beast said, "A few quick strokes won't even be enough to pay back the interest you owe us, bushy tail."

A small cough to dislodge that last bit of cum stuck in his throat and Cody then asked, "What else do you want me to do? You've already rubbed your dicks all over my face."

"Something that I don't see you exactly complaining about," Quinton said with a smirk as he eyed the obvious bulge in the smaller man's pants.

Cody quickly covered his groin with a hand as he shot the man a look. "A-as if I'd enjoy something like that!" he lied through cum covered teeth.

"Come now, don't be like that. We all know what you're really like, busy tail," he said with a toothy smirk that did terribly (in the bets kind of way) things to Cody's cock.

Quinton hooked a finger into Cody's shirt collar and gave it a gentle tug as he said, "Now, why don't you take off these pesky clothes and he carry on having fun, hmm?"

Before Cody could say anything in response, he was being grabbed every which way by the triplets, his clothes being torn off his lithe body until he was sat on the cold floor naked as the day he was born. In shock from the action, he hadn't bothered to hide his shame and, now, his shaft, erect and dripping, was on full display to everyone.

"That's a nice little joystick you got there," Quinton said with a lick of his lips before adding, "Wanna see mine?"

Still kneeling in front of him, the dog unzipped his jeans to reveal a monster that put even his brothers to shame. Cody sat there, mouth agape, with only one thought running through his mind: he had no idea if that would fit but he sure as hell wanted to try. Hey, he was a fox, it would be a disgrace to his people if he didn't at least attempt to take it on.

"So, you, uh, gonna stick that in my mouth, too?" Cody asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice.

"Mouth? No, bushy tail, that's puppy stuff. I'm aiming for a hole a little bit tighter than that." Then, to his brother's he barked, "Pin him down, boys!"

A pair of strong hands grabbed each one of his wrists and Cody was shoved to the ground, a sharp pain striking the back of his head as his skull hit the ground. Before he could do anymore than let out a pitiful groan of distress, Quinton was grabbing his legs and throwing them over the dog's shoulders, bending Cody's spine in a painful manner that made him whimper. But before he could properly protest anymore of his captor's abuse, a warm, wet tongue was pressing itself against his hole. All aches and pains were soon forgotten as he continued to lap at his entrance. He couldn't help the way his cock twitched at the actions, it having been far too long since someone had given him a good eating out and, damn, if it wasn't good. Clearly the man knew what he was doing and the moans that escaped past Cody's lips were ones of pure filth.

"Ha! I think he likes it," the only brother who did have Cody pinned or his tongue up his arse laughed. "Oi, mind if I..."

Next thing Cody knew, he was standing over his head, fingers wrapped around his fat cock and stroking. The action should have disgusted him or made him feel objectified, the man's previous actions still drying on his cheek, after all, but, if anything, it only made him more excited.

Quinton's tongue was large and long and able to reach places inside of him no man had ever reached. He pushed himself more against the man's muzzle, body shuddering as his balls rested on him snout, his breath hot on his sack. Just everything about the scenario was positively filthy. From the dingy place they were in to the man jerking it over his face or the one with his tongue licking at his bowels, it was all wonderfully degrading.

"Oh, fuck, I need more," Cody gasped as his eyes attempted to roll into the back of his head at a particularly wonderful slurp from Quinton.

The ringleader pulled away, running that oh so wonderfully skilled tongue of his over his smirking lips, before saying, "What's that, bushy tail? I didn't quite hear you. You want me to let you go, hmm?"

Cody should have spat in his face or yelled, glared at him at the very least, for daring to taunt him like he was. But would he? Fuck no. Screw dignity, shame, or whatever the men planned on doing to him once they'd had their fun. He was far too horny to think about the future. All he wanted was the here, now, and a good goddamn dicking.

"Hey, you gonna fuck me or is that cock of yours just for show?" Cody said, doing his best to sound at least a little bit domineering but really just came off as thirsty.

"Oh, making demands, are we?" Quinton said with a chuckle. "This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?"

Oh, yeah, he' forgotten about that.

Quinton turned to his brothers still holding Cody down and said, "You can let him go. I don't think he's going to be causing us any trouble."

The two men nodded and stood without a word. They gave the third brother with his cock out a quick glance before breaking out into grins and following suit. Cody shuddering at the image of three giant men over him, dicks in hand as the pleasured themselves over his naked form. But before he got the chance to truly savour the sight, Quinton threw him off his shoulders and back onto the ground, Cody grunting in pain at the sudden action. But before he had the chance to say anything in response, his legs were being wrapped around the man's waist and he could feel something pretty against his entrance.

"Remember to relax, bushy tail. We don't want this to hurt, do we? I mean, I do..."

The triplets laughed at their brother's dumb joke while Cody did his best to relax his body. He still couldn't help the little yip that escaped him and the way his claws dug into the concrete floor as Quinton pushed into him. To distract himself from the ache, Cody looked up at the three men hovering over him, their annoying chortling now done, their faces now wearing looks of pure bliss as they continued to jerk themselves to what should have been a humiliating and traumatic moment for the fox. Should have. Damn, he was a disgrace.

"Here we go," Quinton grunted. Cody was confused, about to ask him what he meant, when the man's hips snapped forward and he was buried balls deep into him. Ah, that's what he meant.

Quinton didn't even bother giving him time to adjust before he was pulling out and shoving back in even harsher than before. Thanks to his size and nothing but spit as lube, it hurt. It hurt so good. He didn't give a fuck about holding back his moans. Quinton grabbed his hip and squeezed so hard Cody had no doubt he'd leave marks. Strangely, he wasn't against the idea. It would be like a mark of ownership, a way for others to know just who he belonged to.

"Fuck, you're really leaking there, bushy tail. You love my cock in you, don't you?" Quinton said with a lick of his lips.

"Y-yes, Oh, fuck, yes," Cody groaned as he arched his back.

"Shit, I don't think I can last much longer," one of the brother's said as the grip on his dick grew tighter and his stroking faster. On autopilot, Cody opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. A low groan from the man towering over him and a stream of sticky, white fluid came flying out his tip to land partly on Cody's snout, the rest hitting the mark known as his mouth. The other two soon followed. Wanting to paint as much of him as possible, they aimed for his chest and belly, the white of his fur mixing with the white of their seed. This only spurred Quinton on and soon he was thrusting into Cody with such force that it dragged the fox back and forth across the floor. The scraping along his back hurt, yes, but it was eclipsed by the sweet, sweet, agony every thrust from Quinton gave him. Cody couldn't take it anymore and soon his fingers were around his dick, stroking himself in time with every snap of Quinton's hips.

The dog licked his lips and, with a devilish smirk, said, "Ready for the finale, bushy tail?"

Before he got the chance to ask what he meant, an iron grip was on his hips once more, claws digging into his skin, and something large was pressing itself into his hole. Cody's eyes widened as he realised he was being knotted. Cody threw his head back in a silent scream as it was pushed into him, his body wracked with pleasure as his orgasm crashed over him. He clenched around him and it was only a moment before Quinton was growling his release into the fox.

A mind fuzzy with lust and a belly more full than he'd ever remembered, Cody mumbled out a garbled, "Tha' wa'...wow..."

The triplets all burst out laughing and one of them said, "You fucked his brain into oblivion, bru!"

Cody blinked slowly as he looked up at the man still inside him, giving him a sleepy smile in response. The urge to roll over and fall asleep then and there was strong and with a knot still in him that sounded like Heaven. He didn't know why, but he had the sudden urge to touch the man looming over him, so, with a shaky arm, he lifted a hand to gently touch the side of his face.

With a brow raised, Quinton said, "You're really out of it, aint'cha?" Cody gave him a childish giggle in response and the dog groaned, "Yup, he's broken."

"You think he'll be okay?" one of the brother's asked. "I mean, I can't remember the last time we had so much fun with an idiot that owed us. Not gonna lie, would kinda like to do this again."

Another said, "Yeah! Hey, if he snaps outta it, can we keep him?"

"He's not a pet," The third said with an eyeroll before looking back down at the fox and adding, "unless you think we can make him one?"

The other two perked up at this and all three turned to stare at Quinton. The oldest, still buried deep in his bushy tailed plaything, broke out into a wide, toothy grin, and said, "Sure, why not? Like hell he's ever gonna pay us back. Why not keep him around to fuck with for a while? I don't see him complaining. Isn't that right, bushy tail?"

Cody only groaned in response.

When that bag had first been taken off his head and he'd been hit with just where he was and who he was with, Cody had feared the worst. He figured he'd be lucky to make it out there with his life. Now, with his mind growing clearer from his post-orgasmic bliss, and finding he'd been made the play toy of a group of big, muscly men? Now he just wished he'd decided to borrow money from the de Swardts sooner.