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Jake stared intently at the labrador currently speaking, watching his lips move as he pointed to various bars on the charts behind him. The white fox had a look of deep concentration on his face while the labrador explained the important bits of his presentation.

It was a skill he had honed over many years, the art of appearing to listen with undivided attention, while in reality his mind was miles away.

Currently Jake was replaying a fond afternoon from the other day inside his head, where he had been sitting in his chair in his office with Victor's head in his lap while he was working. He'd been stroking the doberman's short, soft fur and scratching him behind the ears. While the big doberman melted into his petting, wagging his tail nub while emitting sounds of pleasure at the fox's touch.

The more time he spent with Victor, the more he found out about him. Like how he seriously enjoyed getting scratches, and that he took very good care of his fur, resulting in a shiny smooth black and brown fur coat that felt like silk to the touch. That was something Jake had made a habit of doing a whole lot, touching the big doberman whenever he had him in the privacy of his office. Like stroking his hand along Victor's wrist and up his forearm, feeling his soft, smooth fur over his strong muscles underneath. Or unbuttoning the top few buttons of his suit to gently rub his hands over his pecs... those massive pecs... the musclebound, soft yet firm, manly chest...

"... and that would sum it up. Any questions?" The labrador rounded up his presentation, sweeping the room with his eyes, stopping at Jake briefly before continuing.

"No? Wonderful. Then that will conclude this meeting, have a lovely day everyone." The labrador made a short bow to the room at large, and almost immediately afterwards everybody in the room would burst out into talking with one another. Chairs being pushed away from the table, and everyone getting up on their feet again.

Jake however remained seated where he was while all the other men and women congregated near the door as they filed out of the meeting room. The white furred fox swept up some paperwork spread out in front of him on the table, him being one of the few actually reading up on the agenda for today's meeting and preparing accordingly. Which resulted in Jake being the only one who had actually understood the first half of this meeting, and had his questions prepared beforehand. The labrador had looked disheartened at first when nobody seemed to get the gist of what he was trying to convey, but lit up once Jake pointed something out and asked about it. Which clued the others in and got them more involved.

Jake sighed, pushing his chair away from the table and hopped down from his chair onto the floor. Whenever he sat in any chair around the office his feet would always dangle in the air. The work environment was designed with taller people in mind, and folk of Jake's stature had to suffer the inconvenience.

The room was mostly cleared by now, with Jake dawdling at the back of the queue of people leaving. He bumped into the labrador who had held the meeting as he approached the door.

"Oh, Mr Silverman! Thank you again for your input earlier, you really pulled me out of a bind." The labrador beamed at him while he spoke, his tail wagging like a feather duster behind him.

He was taller than Jake by about a foot, and a pretty average build, firm but not as buff as a regular gym goer. Maybe a little soft around the edges, or it might just be his fluffy fur.

"It was my pleasure Barnes, honestly I'm just glad I could remember the bullet points from the agenda you sent out beforehand." Jake smiled up at the labrador, which made the dog blush at the tip of his ears and avert his eyes by looking down at his feet awkwardly.

"Y-Yeah... seems like you were the only one to do so..." As they spoke, they ended up behind a group of people talking about lunch plans in the middle of the doorway, meaning people had to squeeze in between them to get out.

"Meh, don't think too much about it. It all worked out, and I'm sure the others learned their lesson about doing their homework." Jake followed closely behind the labrador as the two of them were next in line to squeeze between the chatting group. However, as Jake attempted to extract himself from the tangle of legs, the labrador in front of him suddenly stopped as a crowd of people outside in the corridor halted his movements. This made him take a step backwards to avoid the crowd of people going left and right, and by doing so, accidentally pinned Jake against the wall behind him with his back pushed against the short fox.

Jake wasn't ready for the sudden shuffle as he was buffeted left and right by people much bigger than him. When Barnes stepped backwards and shoved him against the wall, Jake grabbed onto the first thing he could get his hands on to steady himself.

The thing he ends up grabbing turns out to be the labrador's ass.

With the way the taller dog stood he had him pinned to the wall behind his back leaving him struggling to move, and combined with his struggling he accidentally ended up grinding his groin up against Barnes suit-clad rump. As well as squeezing down on his ass cheeks in the attempt at preventing himself from falling to the sides.

The way they're standing has the white furred fox completely hidden from view as everyone is too busy chatting and getting to where they need to go that they barely even spare the labrador a glance while they walk past him.

The situation felt awkward at first and Jake was mortified that he was basically molesting a fellow coworker, and he genuinely tried to pull away and dislodge himself from behind the dog.

But Barnes didn't relent with his pushing, even as the flow of people in the corridor began to ease up and there was definitely room for them to move. In fact, the labrador pushed back even more, subtly shaking his ass left and right, grinding back into Jake's groin. The only telltale sign that the dog was doing this on purpose was his tail wagging between Jake's legs.

After a solid minute of being pinned against the wall, with his hands squeezing down on Barnes ass, and Barnes pushing back and grinding into him, Jake couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy it. The softness of the labrador's ass, the feeling of his sheath being smothered by such a big rump, it had him getting hard at a rapid pace. He doubted Barnes would fail to notice the hardness in his pants with the force he was pushing back into him.

Sure enough, he could see the labrador's knees bend as he pushed down over the hardening bulge in Jake's pants. And then stand up straight before bending his knees again and grind more forcefully against the arctic fox.

It wasn't until the last person rounded the corner at the end of the corridor that Barnes finally gave in and took a few steps forward, letting Jake breathe at last.

"...I... I'm so sorry Mr Silverman... I don't know what came over me! Your hands-..." Barnes turned around, hiding his crotch from view by holding his briefcase over it.

"Don't." Jake said, holding up a hand and glancing up and down the corridor. He didn't bother hiding his erection, since the labrador had already felt it poking him.

"Just... don't worry about it." Mind still racing a mile a minute trying to process what had just happened, Jake inhaled a big breath, exhaling slowly to calm his nerves and to give himself thinking time.

Barnes stood fidgeting on the spot while Jake ran his fingers through his fur up his scalp and over his head to the back of his neck.

"... I'm sorry for what I... haah. Nevermind, let's just forget about it, alright? Pretend it never happened." Jake shuffled awkwardly to the side, trying to disengage from the increasingly uncomfortable situation. He'd never done something so blatantly unashamed before in his life, not in the open like that. Not even with Victor, who had even given his explicit permission for Jake to touch him wherever and whenever.

"O-Oh, uhm... okay. If you think that's for the best Mr Silverman. I... should probably go back to my department." Barnes was still blushing furiously, holding his briefcase over his crotch. He gave a short bow to the fox.

"T-Thank you regardless for... uhm... back then... back at the meeting I mean!" He corrected himself quick enough, but still fumbled with his briefcase when Jake smiled at him.

"Happy to help, but yes... I should get back as well. See you around, Barnes." And just like that, he left. During their short conversation his half-flagged erection had managed to shrink back into his sheath, so he could walk at a fast pace without being hindered.

With most people off to lunch, his path to the elevators was clear and once he was inside it he fell back with his back against the wall of the elevator as it began the ascent. Jake gave an almighty sigh, relaxing his shoulders and drooping his tail, finally feeling like he could drop his guarded stance.

His mind was drawing a blank, not sure what to make of the entire situation which had transpired less than a minute ago.

It was true he had taken a big risk when he had propositioned Victor about doing risqué stuff like this in the office, but that was more of a spur of the moment, caught up in his own horny lust for the big hunk.

Now it seems to Jake like he's finding himself in situations he'd never dreamed about, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to process any of it.

It was on a whim he asked Victor to have some fun, and then again when he gave Victor permission to have some fun with Hector.

Looking down, he found he was clenching his fists tightly and promptly unclenched them, opening up the palms of his hands. He gazed at his white furred hands, flexing his fingers. Thinking.

Or rather, thinking about how he hasn't really been thinking at all. With Victor, or Hector, or even Barnes just now. It was more like he was following an instinct, a sixth sense he'd never known about. Rather than thinking about it at all, his body seemed to know exactly what it should do.

Before he could think more about it the elevator came to a stop, and he found himself at the top level. He made a beeline for his office, sparing only a glance towards Victor's empty desk before remembering that he was out running an errand. Dipping into the office he closed the door behind him with a slam.

Jake collapsed in one of the armchairs in the sitting area and sank down into the cushions until his eyes were staring up at the ceiling. He was supposed to be on a lunch break now but he didn't feel hungry anymore.

Heaving a big sigh, Jake closed his eyes and attempted to clear his mind, emptying his head from all his confused feelings. After focusing on breathing in and out it wasn't long before the only sound he could hear was his own slow breathing. His office was usually so quiet you'd be able to hear a pin drop at the other side of the room, and right now this was just what he needed. Some peace and quiet.

There's only one thing which could make him feel better right now, and that would be...

"I think you'd be more comfy on the couch than the armchair if you're going to sleep, sir." That soothingly deep voice spoke above him and Jake didn't need to open his eyes to envision that handsome doberman's face in front of him.

A smile crept its way onto his muzzle and he snorted.

"But I'm comfortable here already, and the couch is soooo far away." This earned him a snicker from Victor and he could imagine him shaking his head at him.

"You're my assistant right? I'll move only if you assist me over to the couch, instead of standing there laughing at your poor boss." Jake said and held his arms up like a child asking to be picked up by a parent.

Jake was only half joking when he said it and was prepared to get up after Victor chastised him. Instead he was taken by surprise when a pair of strong arms grabbed him and picked him up effortlessly off the armchair. As a reflex he wrapped his own arms around the doberman's thick neck as Victor hoisted him up and held him against his chest, and his heart rate spiked immediately. Being held so close to Victor's body he could feel the doberman's heat through his suit, and he was afraid that Victor could feel his beating heart pounding against his chest as he was pushed up against the muscular adonis holding him so closely.

"V-Victor..." He managed to stutter, but Victor had already taken a seat on the couch with Jake straddled on his lap and the fox's arms still around his neck. "You didn't have to take me so literally, but you won't hear me complain."

Releasing his grip around Victor's neck he leaned back, putting his hands on the doberman's shoulders so he could look him in the eyes, his wonderfully bright and intensely brown eyes.

Victor didn't say anything, he only gazed back at the fox seated on his thick thighs with a soft smile on his sleek muzzle and his arms lay limp at his sides on the couch.

Neither of them moved for a few minutes, aside from Jake flicking his long bushy tail from side to side at regular intervals. Fox and hound, just staring at one another.

Jake was the first to break the stillness, moving his right hand from Victor's shoulder and placing it on his chest, feeling the doberman's amazing chest muscles through the fabric of his suit.

"So... how did it go?" Jake asked tentatively, slowly rubbing his palm over Victor's pecs as he spoke.

"Everything went smoothly sir. The package you asked me to pick up has been delivered safely to Jamina's office and the report you asked for from the marketing team is on your desk." While Victor spoke, Jake could feel his chest rumble and he found it hard to concentrate on just what Victor said when all he wanted was to feel the doberman's breast tremble as long as he kept talking.

"When did you put it on my desk?" Jake managed to say, pulling himself away from his fantasy world where he had the doberman shirtless.

"Just now before I picked you up." Victor jerked his head in the direction of Jake's desk.

"So you came in with me sitting here? Strange, I didn't hear you enter." Jake furrowed his brow thoughtfully, almost absent mindedly stroking his hand up and down Victor's chest.

"I thought you were asleep when I first entered. You didn't answer when I knocked and when I opened the door and saw you in the chair I assumed you were having a nap or something, so I snuck inside to put the paperwork on the desk like you asked and then... Ah, well..." Towards the end of the explanation Victor averted his eyes and looked embarrassed.

Jake didn't say anything but perked his eyebrow at the doberman, curious at the reaction he gave, but then his mind registered what he had said.

"You knocked? I didn't hear that either..." He fell silent for a short pause, looking around his office. Something was different.

And then it clicked, looking out the window and saw it, the sun. It had traversed quite a distance since last he saw it over the city's skyline. From his office at the top floor he had a good view of the city and the sun usually filled his office with its warming rays from dawn to dusk. And judging by its position in the sky, it was nearing that time where the sun crested the top of the skyscraper.

"What time is it?" He looked back at Victor, and found the doberman gazing mesmerized at him.

"What?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, looking back at the doberman quizzically.

This seemed to pull Victor out of his reverie, shaking his head like a dog trying to shake off an irksome fly.

"Huh? Oh! The time, right. It's uhh a little after five I think." Victor looked around for a clock on the wall, realized there wasn't one, and looked back at Jake and saw the shock on the fox's face.

"It's that late?! But I only closed my eyes for a second, I don't-..." Jake made an attempt to get up, but was stopped by Victor who put his paws on his shoulders.

"Wait, Jake." Victor said, and this made Jake pause.

This was the first time he had heard the doberman call him by his first name, and it was this more than anything that made him stay rather than getting up.

Having Victor call him "sir" always sent a rush of excitement through his body, but hearing him call his name sent an entire new wave of unfamiliar emotions through him, a much warmer feeling, starting from his rapidly beating heart, up to the tips of his ears and down to the tips of his toes.

"W-What is it?" He managed to formulate a response at last, pulling himself together and sitting back down on Victor's lap.

"You can tell me if I'm overstepping here, and I know I've only been here for a short time... but I think you're overworking yourself. You barely take any breaks as it is, and on more than one occasion I've had to remind you to eat lunch." The look on Victor's face showed such genuine concern, with his ears folded back and his eyes full of comforting warmth. Jake couldn't help but blush a little at the seriousness Victor showed.

"I'm-... fine, Victor, really. I just have a lot on my mind these days... I have to manage time tables and budgeting for several departments, cross reference reports and attend all sorts of meetings with the other teams as well as clients and-..." He was stopped short in his rambling by Victor putting his paw on top of his head.

"I know all of that already, Jake. You told me when I first started working for you, remember?" Victor said, bringing his paw down to hold it against Jake's cheek, caressing him gently as they looked into each other's eyes. "That's one of the reasons you hired an assistant right? To take some of the load off you, help you with your work? So rely on me some more, okay?" A tender smile played on Victor's handsome face when he looked at Jake, and the setting sun made his onyx fur on the top of his head gleam with a brown-ish shine.

The sun also made Victor's cropped ear glow in an adorable sort of way when the rays hit them from behind and Jake found himself unable to resist the temptation to reach up a hand and gently stroke one of the pointed ears.

It was soft. Incredibly soft. And so smooth, just like every other patch of fur on this absolute stud of a canine. Narrow and pointed upwards, looking very traditional for a doberman. A common practice for their breed, cropping their ears and docking their tails. Not all of them did, however. Victor's family evidently do. Jake had to wonder if it was tradition or culture. He felt it insensitive to ask.

Nonetheless, he appreciated the aesthetic of it. Those ears could both be cute and intimidating at the same time, and harder for an assailant to bite should he get into a scuffle. Same goes for the docked tail, which Jake absolutely fawned over. To him it was what made Victor so... Victor. Without the usual tail to betray his emotions Victor had the tendency to waggle his whole rear when his small black and brown tail nub began to wag, unable to contain the emotions which clamored to break free. Also serving the purpose of denying an opponent a chance to grab him by the tail, or bite it.

Plus it was incredibly cute to see the short tail stub poking out of the tail hole of the dress pants Victor wore.

"Jake? Sir?" Victor's voice called him back from his fantasy world of admiration.

"H-Huh? What? Did you say something?" Jake's focus turned from the ear he was fondling and he looked down into Victor's eyes.

"I asked if there was anything more I could help you with before my shift is over." Victor had let go of his cheek now, and had instead placed his hands on either of Jake's thighs while leaning into the ear rubs he was receiving, looking at Jake with something similar to adoration.

Jake's stomach did something of a very clumsy summersault and he tore his eyes away from the doberman.

"Uhm, no I don't think so Victor. Thank you. I only have some minor things I was supposed to look over after lunch, and once I'm done with that I'm... I suppose I'm done for today." Once again Jake made the effort to get up, but just like the first time, Victor held him back by softly gripping his legs with his sizable paws.

"B-Before you get up I had uh... a suggestion... Or rather, a request, sir." Now Victor looked nervous, something he rarely saw in the big dog.

"What is it?" Jake asked, sitting back down in Victor's lap and trying to catch his eye, which darted away, looking down at the paws gripping Jake's thighs.

"Could you-... I mean, would you, if you feel like it. Would you come visit me tonight, at my second job...?" Victor shuffled slightly, rocking Jake from side to side as the white furred fox turned his head sideways with a puzzled look on his face.

"At your second job?" Jake asked, completely bemused. Where did that come from, and why is it making Victor so nervous?

"Y-Yeah, I'd like you to come. It's a friday so I thought... I thought you could come visit and see where else I work, maybe unwind or something..." Victor mumbled towards the end, slowly running his hands up and down Jake's legs.

Jake cocked his head from side to side, pondering the doberman's suggestion and rattling his brain trying to remember the name of the place Victor worked at. He knows he read it from his resume, but he'd never really concerned himself about it beyond seeing a reference phone number and someone's name. In the end he didn't call even after meeting Victor since he hired him on the spot, and so far he hasn't regretted it.

"Where was it that you worked again? I know we talked briefly about it but I just can't seem to remember..." Jake crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow, still racking his brain.

"It's uh... a nightclub, kind of." The last bit Victor said under his breath almost inaudibly but didn't go unnoticed by Jake's keen fox senses. "It's called Beast Haven, and well... I'd like it if you would come visit me tonight. There, I mean, visit me there at work." He turned to look at Jake, anxiously waiting for him to answer.

Jake had never been to a nightclub before. He rarely went out as it is, he's usually too busy with work and family matters to spare any time for himself. The few times he did go out he might've gone to a pub with a friend. Besides that there was only one other thing he did consistently and that was jujitsu practice after work, not exactly the most relaxing of activities but it did keep him in shape and physically fit.

Jake considered Victor's offer for a bit. Perhaps it would be good to cut loose every now and again. Plus he was intrigued by just what kind of nightclub Victor worked at.

"Hmm... what time should I show up if I decide to go?" Jake asked, watching the dobermans' ears swivel forward in attentiveness.

"Since it's a Friday I'll be working late. I start my shift around seven, so any time after that will be fine." Victor sat up more straight, jostling Jake a little.

A faint shuffling sound told Jake that the big dog had shifted to free his tail nub and allow it to wag up a frenzy pressed up against the couch cushions. For some reason this really made him grin and he had to suppress a giggle.

"Okay. That's decided then." Jake put both hands on each side of Victor's face and squished his face together to make the big dog loll out his tongue looking goofy.

"W-What's decided?" Victor managed to say after Jake released his face and climbed off his lap onto the floor.

"I've decided to go. I'm just going to finish off my work here at the office first and then go home and freshen up a little." He turned and bounded towards his desk, sitting down behind it and booting up his computer.

Meanwhile Victor had gotten up on his feet too and approached his desk

"There's just one thing, sir." Victor said, leaning forward slightly over the desk.

"Hm? What is it?" Jake only just now noticed he'd gone back to calling him sir and felt a little disappointed. Maybe he should tell him to call him by his name after all...

"When you get to the place please don't... uhm... think less of me when you see where I work." His ears drooped slightly and he looked anxious again. It was a bit odd to see such a big and confident man seem so small and insecure.

"Why would I think less of you based on where you work? You do a perfectly stellar performance as my assistant, so I don't see how your second job should affect it."

"Just... keep it in mind when you get there... it's not exactly the most... respectable establishment for someone like you to visit." Victor fidgeted when Jake paused his work and perked an eyebrow at the doberman.

"What's that supposed to mean, someone like me?" He stared at the dog, waiting for him to explain himself.

"N-Nothing bad, I swear! You don't just seem the type to go to the kind of nightclub I work at." He smiled weakly at Jake, looking apologetic. "You'll understand when you get there. I just hope that whatever happens please..." He bent down further, putting both hands on Jake's desk and bowed, almost touching the desk with his forehead. "Please don't fire me!"

This surprise groveling shocked Jake, he'd never had someone beg him like this.

He was still a little taken aback by what Victor told him, and even more so by his begging.

"Why would you invite me to a place you think I wouldn't like, and then be worried I'd fire you for working at such a place? Whatever this place is." Jake scratched the back of his neck, trying to wrap his head around the dog's reasoning.

"It's just... I'm not sure how you will react, but I want you to have a good time and unwind, enjoy yourself a little. It's worth the risk to have you come if you can have some fun and-..." Victor gulped and raised his head to look at Jake. "I'd really like for you to be there."

The genuine determined expression on Victor's face had Jake crack a smile. He reached up and booped him on the nose.

"I already told you that I'm going, and you don't have to worry about being fired as long as you continue to keep up the good work you do here. Alright?" A wave of relief washed over Victor and he visibly relaxed, slumping his shoulders and sighing heavily.

"Alright. Sorry about that. I just really need this job and I enjoy it a lot, uhm, perks and all." He flashed a swift grin at Jake before standing upright again, straightening out his shirt.

"I should get going then, have to get home and get ready... I'll see you later tonight then?" Victor asked, fiddling with a button on his shirt, glancing down at Jake who put his head propped up on his elbow and smiled.

"You better, your shift ended 5 minutes ago." Using his free hand, he tapped at the corner of his monitor to indicate the current time.

"Oh shit, I better run so I don't miss my bus!" Victor was at the door in a quick few strides with his long legs, and halfway outside before he turned and waved at Jake

"Thanks for today and see you later!" He was gone before Jake could fully register just how quickly someone that large could move.

"Bye puppy." He said, amused. Turning to the computer he navigated his way in the system and wrote in on Victor's schedule. "5 minutes approved overtime pay." Saved, and closed.

Then he finished writing off the reports Victor had fetched him and then checked his email.

It was at least another 30 minutes before Jake could log out and turn off the computer with a sigh.

Rubbing his eyes, sighing again, he pushed away from the desk and made ready to leave. With his work finished there was nothing keeping him in the office, and after fetching his uneaten lunchbox from the refrigerator in the adjoining kitchen he took the elevator down to the garage.

Getting in his car, a fancy but modest blue car with the driver's seat closer to the wheel to accommodate Jake's short stature. Every time he sat down he would feel grateful he didn't need a booster seat, as he felt he probably needed for most any other chair he sat in anywhere else.

During the drive his mind drifted from the unjust world of the tall people to Victor looking so handsome in the sunlight of his office, to thinking about what he did to Barnes, and then Victor popped back in his mind, smiling his charming smile and ruffling the fur atop Jake's head.

It took him a while to realize that he was thinking more about the doberman than he did about the fact that he straight up molested a co-worker, although in the end it seemed like Barnes didn't mind... but still. It's not something you just do out of the blue!

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for a traffic light to turn green, his eyes on the light and his mind back on Victor and his tail nub going a mile a minute, he suddenly jumped when his phone began to ring.

He glanced at the caller ID on the display on his car before answering. "Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"Hey Jake! How's stuff?" A very chipper male voice answered from the car's speakers.

"Stuff is good, believe it or not!" Jake replied, an amused grin on his face as the light finally turned green.

"Why wouldn't I believe you? You said you'd never lie to us, in fact, you pinky swore!" The voice said, a little confused at first but then more serious towards the end.

"That's right, I did do that. And a big brother never breaks a pinky swear. So yes lil bro, I'm doing fine." Jake mused, making a left turn.

"You promise?" The voice asked, sounding forlorn.

"Cross my heart." Jake said, crossing his heart with his right hand as he drove down an avenue.

"Why would you cross your heart? Is that like a pinky swear?" The voice on the phone asked, sounding confused again.

"Kind of, it means that I'm telling the truth." Now he heard a distant growl on the other side of the phone and some shuffling sounds. "Is that JJ in the background, Spencer?"

"W-What? Nooo..." The voice belonging to Spencer said, unconvincingly.

"What did we just say about telling the truth, Spence?" Jake chastised, still grinning.

Spencer mumbled something inaudible and then a new voice spoke up, sounding pretty much identical to the first one, but Jake was able to discern the subtle difference in the voice that belonged to Spencer's twin brother, Jason.

"Heeey Jake! We're calling about the family get-together!" Jason said happily, and then more shuffling, barking and growling could be heard.

"Boys! Calm down, no fighting!" Jake said sternly, making an abrupt turn into a parking lot.

"Sorry Jake..." The twins said in unison.

"Honestly it's hard to believe that you're both 24 years old. You're too old to fight over who gets to tell me stuff." Jake rolled his eyes when he heard whining from the other side of the phone.

"Right, so, the family get-together then. Did mom and dad finally decide when and where to host it?" He barely finished his sentence before both twins began to ramble and talk over each other.

"Dad said it would be in two weeks."

"Mom decided on the chateau near Crystal lake."

"Should be over the weekend, so be prepared to stay overnight."

"Said it would be nice to get away from the city and socialize with the rest of the family."

"Dad's been butting heads with uncle Bill over when would be the best time. Bill only relented when dad beat him in arm wrestling."

"Mom has been fussing over the rsvp, you know how big the family is."

"And then-..."

"Also-..."

The twins' unrelenting chatter barely paused as one twin would take over when the first one finished talking. Meanwhile Jake had managed to find a parking space, and backed the car into it, turned off the car, got his phone out, put the phone to his ear and climbed out of the car.

"Okay okay, I got it. So the get-together is two weeks from now at Chateau du lac. I'm assuming that there are some activities planned if we're staying the whole weekend?" Jake intercepted the twins, grabbing his lunchbox from the backseat and trudging towards the luxurious apartment building he'd parked in front of.

"There's the usual welcome banquet on Friday." Said Jason.

"On Saturday there will be some activities like hiking and boating, some games for the kids..."

"And on Sunday there will be a ball!"

"A ball? That's new. We've had dances before but never something this formal. What's the occasion?" Jake held up a small black token to the numpad by the door to the building and quickly tapped in the four digit password to unlock the entrance.

"Uhm... nothing special, I think. Mom saw that there was a ballroom in the chateau and that they provide ball gowns and tuxedos for rent, she thought it would be something fun to do for the entire family." Jason said, sounding thoughtful.

"Dad also seemed to like the idea when mom brought it up, which came as a surprise. You know how stoic he can be." Spencer said as an input, before also falling into ponderous silence with his brother.

"Really? It seems much more in line with something dad would do, he's much more of a goof in my opinion." Jake wondered aloud, stepping into his apartment's elevator and tapping the button for the top floor.

"No way! He's so strict about everything!" Spencer said loudly.

"Telling us to brush our fangs!" Jason said, outraged.

"Honestly, are you guys really 24 years old?" Jake couldn't help but giggle a little, stepping out of the elevator and approaching the door to his apartment.

"We'll be 25 this year!" The twins said in unison.

"Yes yes, you're both big boys. I know." Jake said, rolling his eyes and grinning as he pushed open the door.

A spacious apartment opened in front of him, very tidy and modern looking. A sitting area with a couple of sofas and armchairs facing towards a large flatscreen TV, big open windows that reached from floor to roof that had a great view over a nearby park and the mountains in the distance. A door leading to his home office, with its own bathroom. An arch leading to an open kitchen with a kitchen island and a counter. Down a corridor there was a door to a walk-in closet, and then two doors at the end, one leading to Jake's bedroom with a window looking over the forest and the mountains, and the other leading to a guest room. Both rooms have their own bathrooms, although Jake's came with a bathtub along with a shower. It was a healthy mix of modest yet not lacking in comforts, and it was enough for the fox who lived by himself.

"But anyway, was there anything else you had to tell me? I just got home so I'd really like to take a shower." Jake said, strolling into the kitchen and putting his lunchbox in the refrigerator.

"Uhhm... oh right! Dad wanted us to ask you if you're bringing someone this time. So, are you bringing someone?" Spencer asked.

Immediately Jake's brain went into overdrive and he quickly imagined himself dancing at the ball with Victor.

"Helloo? Jake?" The twins' voices pulled him out of his fantasy scene, in which Jake was currently standing on his tiptoes in an attempt to kiss Victor.

"Huh? Urh... I..." Jake hesitated. He would love to invite Victor along to the family reunion, but he's not sure how that would play out. It'd be a bit weird if he took his assistant with him to a family function, and he's not yet out of the closet to his immediate family so wouldn't it be doubly strange if he shows up with some random guy just like that... and it's not like he and Victor are dating yet anyway.

"I don't know." In the end he decided on a vague answer. If he plays his cards right he could make it seem to Victor that he needs him there, and somehow convince his family that bringing his assistant can be seen as training for how to attend parties with his boss... Even thinking about it made Jake groan inwardly about how silly the whole idea seemed.

"Big bro has someone he wants to bring?!" Both the twins exclaimed, loudly, their barking making Jake hold the phone away from his sensitive ears.

"Holy fudge you guys, don't shout so loud!" Jake reprimanded angrily, rubbing his temple to stop the ringing inside his head.

"S-Sorry Jake. We were just surprised that you didn't immediately say no." The twins whined on their end, sounding like pups being punished.

"Actually not too far from the truth." Jake thought of himself, imagining the twins giving him the puppy eyes they're so good at doing.

"Listen, guys. I'll get back to you about it okay? I don't mean to cut this short but I'd really like to get in the shower right now. Tell mom and dad that I said hi when you see them." Carefully putting the phone against his ear again, Jake pressed the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he walked towards his bedroom, unbuttoning his suit jacket and then the white dress shirt underneath.

"Right! We'll tell them you said hi and that you're bringing a date. Bye Jake!" The twins howled towards the end, cutting Jake off from frantically trying to explain himself before they hung up.

"Those devilspawn, now everyone will think I have a... a girlfriend or... or something." In a huff Jake started angrily undressing himself, mumbling under his breath the occasional word.

"Damn mutts."

"Pack of dum-dums."

Were a few of the words he chose to describe the twins.

Fully naked at long last Jake hung his suit on a coat hanger for the dry cleaners and threw the rest of his clothes in the hamper and went through the door leading to the bathroom. Like the rest of the apartment it too was spacious, a big shower in the corner with glass walls and door, toilet and sink against one wall, and in the other corner was a big tub. Jake had a bit of a love-hate relationship with his bathtub, for its large size. It felt great to sink down in a hot bath after a long day at work and just relax, but with how big the tub is and how short Jake are it's hard to be still sometimes as his butt keeps sliding further away from him and he ends up underwater, almost drowning if he's dozed off when it happens.

Can't be too careful since he lives by himself, no one would be there to rescue him.

Today he opted for a shower instead, it was safer and can be just as relaxing.

Stepping inside the shower, he flicked his tail as he turned on the water standing just outside the cascading water to wait for the water to achieve the perfect temperature.

It wasn't long before Jake was standing under the running water, completely soaked. His softly brushed fox fur started clinging to his body and making him appear even smaller than usual. But it did also show off his muscles better. He felt good about the way he looked, finely defined abs, nice biceps when he flexed his arms, and some firm pecs when he squeezed his own chest. Growling lowly into the water, his soaked tail swayed weakly from side to side.

In an attempt to prevent his thoughts from drifting over to Victor once again, he put some real effort into washing himself, massaging the shampoo into his fur generously to really get close to the skin.

With how his wet fur clung to his body it made him think about Victor's short fur and how much easier it would be for him to take a shower.

How great it must feel to rub those strong arms or feel his abdomen when taking a shower with the big doberman...

Aaand he's getting hard again.

Sighing, he looked down to watch the pinkish tip of his tapered vulpine cock poke free from his sheath, growing inch by inch as thoughts about Victor kept bouncing against his brain like hail, making dents in his mind and drowning out all other thoughts. Despite his best efforts, he soon found himself with a paw wrapped around his shaft, softly stroking himself and imagining Victor in the shower with him, paws against the tiled wall, and his big... enormous bubble butt sticking out...

Jake began to pant, tongue lolling out of his gaping maw, his hand going up and down his shaft from the pointed tip all the way down until he could grope his swelling knot. Very soon he was fully hard, and his knot was getting more and more engorged by the second.

In his mind he was standing behind the bent over doberman, with his cock so deliciously cradled between Victor's magnificent ass cheeks.

"A-Ah... F-fuck... Victor." Jake's moan was just audible over the shower as water continued to pour. The white furred fox had to steady himself against the wall with one paw while the other continued pumping his meat faster, his knees going weak and his legs started to shake as he imagined how good it would feel... pushed up against Victor's naked body... his large frame held against his... his muscles and his soft fur... the tightness of his ass he sheathed himself inside Victor all the way down to... the... knot!

"Ffffuuck!" Jake tightly wrapped his paw just behind his knot, squeezing it tightly to simulate the glorious feeling of tying to a mate, and with a few bucking thrusts of his hips, felt his load erupting like a volcano. Between a mixture of growls and yips Jake kept a firm hold of his knot like he's never done before, bucking his hips constantly through an orgasm that coursed through his entire body and he had to sink down on his knees in the shower as he continued painting the tiled wall in front of him again and again in thick ropes of his cum.

"Haah... haaah..." Panting loudly, Jake finally released his knot and put both his paws on the floor to catch his breath. He's never come that hard before from masturbating... the closest to it he's been would be... the time Victor gave him the blowjob from under his desk.

After catching his breath and after his tail would stop twitching, Jake would slowly climb up on his feet again. Standing on shaky legs he snorted when he saw the ropes of cum on the wall in front of him. Unable to reach the showerhead, he gathered some water in his paws and splashed it over the walls until he managed to wash away all the incriminating evidence. Not that he had to hide anything from anyone as he lived by himself, but please, you got to have some standards.

"Victor... what you do to me." He mumbled under his breath and got back under the shower, turning his muzzle upwards to feel the water rain over his face. Ears tucked backwards against his head he slowly let his paw roam idly over his body, keeping his eyes closed as he let the water wash away more than just loose fur, but also any further thoughts about the doberman as he still felt tingly when that stupidly handsome dog kept popping into his mind.

He tried instead to think about something else to distract him long enough to finish the shower.

Tail swaying, slowly, like a pendulum, there was a minute where Jake stood completely still under the shower.

Suddenly his paw reached out for a bottle of conditioner and poured a hefty amount into his other paw. A smell of blueberries came strongly from the choice of conditioner and Jake wasted no time massaging it into his fur.

His mind is now occupied with thoughts about his family instead. The only topic he could think of that didn't currently involve the doberman. Nobody at Greenworks knew anything about his family besides the CEO, but that's only because he is so well connected.

The matter of fact is, the arctic fox had been adopted by a family of timberwolves. When he was eight, a couple in their early thirties came to the orphanage Jake had lived in all his life. He'd never known his real parents, as he was abandoned on the doorstep as a kit.

This couple, a handsome gray furred wolf in a fine suit and his wife, a beautiful lady wolf in a lovely periwinkle dress, had come to the orphanage with a bittersweet expression on their faces as they, as well as other potential parents, mingled with the other kids at the orphanage during an "Adopt Me!" Event was being held.

Jake still vividly remembers how intimidating the man had looked when he and his wife talked with the other kids, when suddenly they locked eyes from across the room and he approached him where he'd been hiding in the corner of the meeting hall, reading a book. Tall, muscular, strikingly yellow eyes. He looked hardened, and grim. But he crouched down in front of the young fox, and they looked into each other's eyes. Yellow meeting blue, and the blue eyes looking curiously back at the yellow ones. Then he smiled. It wasn't a toothy grin or a sneer full of fangs, but the look of absolute affection of a father meeting his son for the first time.

Jake sighed, thinking about his parents. He found out before they adopted him from the adoption agency, that they'd been attempting to conceive a child of their own but after years of trying they had all but given up hope. Adoption is what both of them wanted, they wanted a child to love. And they chose Jake.

And Jake was happy, he never expected to be adopted. Most potential parents tended to recoil when they saw an arctic fox with such striking blue eyes sitting by himself in the corner, when there were plenty of other children who acted like children should.

After rinsing his fur thoroughly, Jake finally shut off the shower. Shaking his body like a dog, a habit he'd picked up after watching his dad do the same after a shower or a bath. He managed to shake most of the water off him, but leaving his fur disheveled and messy as a result.

He pushed open the glass door to the shower and grabbed a towel, vigorously toweling himself dry as best he could.

Once the towel had done its job, he reached for a brush and the hairdryer, starting the arduous task of getting his thick, fluffy fur coat completely dry and smooth. The brushing feeling marvelous and the hot air helped him relax.

Now his mind drifted over to the twins, and while resuming his journey down memory lane, remembered how terribly frightened he had been about his new mom and dad giving him up after they found out that his mom was pregnant, and with twins no less.

He cried that night after hearing the news, one of the few times he's actually cried in his life so far. He had never cried even back at the orphanage after the other kids teased him about being the only arctic fox in the City. He was so worried about being given up and abandoned now that they would have children of their own. He felt terrible about feeling that way, especially since he knew how much the two of them had been wanting a child of their very own, they would no longer need him.

He only stopped once his dad walked into his room and sat down on his bed. Jake was hidden under his covers, stifling his sobbing. His dad was silent at first, but then he felt a paw on his back, stroking him softly. Unable to hold it in he started to cry again, but this time he was cut short when his dad laid down on the bed next to him, lifted the covers and pulled him in to hug him against his body. He spent a few minutes gently hushing Jake, stroking his back. Afterwards his mom came in the room and joined them in his bed, wrapping her arms around Jake and hugging him as well.

The rest of that night was a little blurry to Jake now that he's older, but he'd never forget how warm his heart felt during that moment.

Finishing with the blow dryer, applied the finishing touches with some cologne. He looked himself up and down in the mirror, spinning around to admire how soft and fluffy he appeared.

"Looking good there Jake!" He said to his mirror image, shooting finger guns at his reflection and flicking his tail to fluff it up.

He turned around and looked over his shoulder, looking himself up and down in the mirror. Making sure he's looking presentable after the shower.

Nodding to himself, satisfied, he left the bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom he pushed open the sliding door to the closet quickly scanning his selection of clothes, trying to think what would look good in a nightclub.

Tail swishing, it took him significantly longer than usual to get dressed. Inexperienced as he was with nightclubs, he also wanted to dress nice for Victor, as much as the idea of dressing to impress someone made him blush. Usually he chooses his clothes based on their comfort rather than outward appearance. Drawing attention to himself is something he tended to avoid if it could be helped.

A hard feat as he stood out in a crowd with his powder snow white fur and short, cute appearance.

In the end he settled on a blue button up shirt that matched his eyes and a pair of black jeans, complete with a dark brown belt, a silver bracelet on his left wrist and a necklace with a symbol of a paw in silver which came to rest on his chest just above the top button on his shirt, which he left popped open.

Admiring himself in the mirror, he once again nodded in satisfaction with what he's seeing. Grabbing his phone, he saw that the time was getting close to seven now. Victor should be starting his shift soon. And speaking of Victor.

Jake had no idea where his work place was, so he decided to look that up before leaving.

"Beast Haven. Food and entertainment." Jake quickly found the location with a quick search on his phone, and was pleased to find that it wasn't terribly far away, not so much within walking distance but it looks like he could even grab a bus there since they run late in the city.

Deciding to take the bus there and then call a cab on the way home if he stays out too late, Jake sets out on his little adventure.

He rarely rode on the public transport since he usually took the car, but he felt like tonight called for alcohol, and Victor was right. He needed to unwind a little.

Soon enough he'd be at his destination, standing on the curb overlooking a parking lot in front of a rather large looking building with a big purple neon sign saying "Beast Haven" followed by two blue neon symbols of the male gender, as well as a flashing sign of an obvious male canine standing with his back against a pole.

"No freaking way." Was the first thought that popped into Jake's head. Just judging by the sign alone he could already guess just what kind of 'night club' this was.

Yet somehow he found his feet carrying him over to the entrance, where there was a small queue to get inside, and a very big, very burly black scaled dragon acting as bouncer, checking people's ID and waving them inside.

Jake felt like he only just took his place at the back of the queue before he was suddenly at the front, and he had a humongous dragon peering down at him. For a second he thought he was going to tell him to get lost, but when he spoke he sounded almost bored.

"Huh, don't often see yer kind 'round here. Ya got an ID, kid?" The dragon held out a hand and Jake complied, holding up for the much taller male to grab and hold up, glancing it over, looking down at Jake, perching an eyebrow, and then handing him back his ID. "All in order, have a pleasant stay sir." He waved Jake inside.

The moment he pushed the door open he felt hot behind the collar. He could see servers walking around wearing full on costumes, or mesh shirts with a varying degree of shorts and underwear. A few of them were even so bold to only wear a jockstrap, speedos or flashy boxer briefs, or even bolder than that, Jake saw a German Shepherd serving a table while completely nude save for a spiked collar, his fuzzy sheath on full display. Much to the enjoyment of the table he was entertaining, who kept slipping dollar bills into his collar just to hear him bark and swish his tail for them.

All of them were so very handsome, most of them big but here and there Jake could see a few short figures bobbing around the tables while holding trays.

A bit overwhelmed by his first accidental visit to a strip club, Jake navigated over to the nearby bar and climbed up on one of the barstools, fishing out his phone.

He wanted to call Victor but he figured he wouldn't have his phone on him if he worked at a place like this.

Fidgeting with his phone, a shadow suddenly loomed in front of him, causing him to look up.

Actually looking up would be a bit of an understatement. Jake had to crane his neck backwards to stare up at a very tall, very bulky malamute.

He was about as tall as Victor was, except the malamute was way bulkier, expansive muscles bulging and all of it was on full display save for a very tight fitting pair of shocking pink shorts that left very little to imagination.

"Bark! Well hello there cutie, you're a new face if I've ever seen one. And such a very handsome face too." He spoke energetically, and had a bit of a bark to his speech. His tail was also wagging so quickly it was almost a blurr, he put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight around, causing his pecs to jiggle and the bulge in his shorts to wobble.

"Anything I can get ya to get you started on what is going to be one of your best nights out?" He beamed down at Jake, seemingly radiating energy and sexual appeal.

Jake was low-key glad he had enough control of his libido to not get hard simply at the sight of the massive canine specimen on display.

"You can guarantee that I'll have a good time huh?" Jake couldn't help but feel a little bit emboldened, despite being out of his element in a new environment. He grinned up at the malamute, putting an elbow on the bar, watching the big dog give a goofy grin in return.

"You betcha, I can tell from a first glance that you're going to love it here. And also..." The bartender leaned forward on the bar, putting his hands on it to look Jake in the face with a knowing wink in his eyes.

"I can tell that you came here with a purpose, besides ogling handsome men undressing in front of you."

Reaching beneath the bar the malamute suddenly began mixing a drink and Jake hadn't even placed an order yet.

"Oh you can, can you? Pray tell me what I'm doing here then." Jake humored him, enjoying watching his big butt bouncing around.

"Mhh, all dolled up, detailed accessories, and very fragrant cologne, which I must say I very much approve of by the way." The malamute inclined his head in respect to Jake as he grabbed a cocktail glass and placed it in front of the fox.

"You're here to meet someone, and it'd be pretty odd to dress as if for a date if you're going to a strip club, unless." He paused, pouring Jake his cocktail which swirled briefly but soon became a very attractive brown and black drink.

"Unless?" Said Jake, looking up from the drink to the malamute.

"Unless the one you're here to see is one of the dancers." The bartender did his goofy grin again as he added an umbrella to the drink. "And this is just me guessing wildly, but could this person you're meeting be none other than our very own Sarge?"

"Who's Sarge?" Jake asked, watching the drink being pushed towards him with a wink from the bartender.

"He's one of our top performers and should in fact be putting on an act in a few minutes..." The malamute looked towards the stage which was currently empty, before looking back at Jake. "Tell you what, why don't you take that drink and situate yourself in front of the stage. If I'm right and it's him, you can have that drink on the house. But if it ain't and I'm wrong, you're going to have your cute butt back here and pay for it. Deal?"

"Hm..." Jake furrowed his brow, peering up at the grinning malamute. Something felt fishy to him, his fox senses could feel it. "Let me add a third condition." He said, grabbing the drink and holding it up, swirling it slightly and watching the brown and black liquids mixing.

"If you are right and Sarge is who I am supposed to meet, but it turns out you already knew that from the start because Sarge told you about an arctic fox popping in to see him, then I want free drinks for the rest of the evening. How about that, mh?" He smirked at the astonished look on the malamute's face.

"Oh cool, you actually managed to shut Alan up for a change, I like you already." A voice spoke up behind Jake but before he had time to turn around a hunky dingo appeared next to him, wearing a leather harness and a matching leather loincloth. A very good imitation of a ruthless barbarian.

Before Jake could stop himself, his mouth opened and the words escaped him the very same instant the dingo appeared next to him.

"I swear if your stage name is Bingo I am walking out that door right now." His hand flew to his mouth instantly and for a moment he felt mortified about what he just said.

He didn't get a chance to say anything in his defense. Both the dingo and the malamute burst out laughing, with the dingo laughing so hard he started to pound his fist on the bar, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. They laughed, laughed and laughed. Alan the malamute had to clutch onto the bar to stop himself collapsing as his legs started to shake.

"Hahahaa... oh god... my fucking sides. Oh man, I haven't laughed that hard in ages." The dingo said, wiping the tears away with the back of his wrists, still chuckling slightly.

"Heh, funny, cute, and sassy. I think I'm falling in love." The dingo winked at Jake, who until now had been sitting quietly watching the two dogs roaring with laughter, trying to avoid the attention drawn to them from the other patrons when the two dogs kept howling with laughter. The wink seemed to jostle him back to life however.

"How about I just... go to the stage now. Before I say anything else, erh... yeah..." Blushing slightly at the grin he got from the hunky dingo, he jumped down from his barstool and grabbed the drink.

"You're alright lil' guy, if you get a table after the show I'll be happy to serve you~" The dingo winked again, further intensifying Jake's blushing. He quickly hurried away, still hearing a faint chuckle from the two dogs as he left the bar and approached the stage. He managed to get a good spot by the front center of the stage, which was just high enough for him to have his head and shoulders above the stage.

People around him were starting to gather and Jake suddenly felt like he needed some liquid courage. He took a sip from his drink, eyes widening when he felt just how strong it was. After the initial burn however, it tasted pretty good and he quickly downed the rest of it before it would get too crowded and he'd spill it by accident.

Just then the lights dimmed and a DJ on a microphone spoke up.

"Good people of Beast Haven, it's time to fall in line and get ready to salute our favorite soldier. He'll certainly have all privates standing at attention, give it up for Sarge!" Applause came from the audience after the announcement, and a spotlight hit a tall, imposing figure standing at the curtain. Even with the soldier costume on with a camouflage jacket and pants, there was no mistaking those cropped ears poking out of the military cap he wore.

There was a sharp sound as if someone blew into a whistle and Victor stood at attention, giving a full on salute. Then the music started and he pulled his cap down over his face and let his other hand travel from his side, over his groin and up over his stomach up to his chest.

Jake stared, mesmerised by the sheer sexual aura the doberman was emitting even though he's barely gotten started. Jake didn't even notice the crowd cheering and wolf whistling as Victor danced sensually forward, one hand keeping the cap pulled down and the other squeezing his pecs through the jacket.

The moment a dollar bill came fluttering onto the stage Victor pulled his cap off and threw it behind him, a dastardly beautiful grin on his face as he grabbed onto the pole at the front of the stage and spun around it once. He stopped, facing the crowd, and as more dollar bills got tossed onto the stage he grabbed his jacket with both hands and almost tore it off, tossing that too behind him and now sporting a white tank top. Leaning against the pole, Victor's eyes suddenly fell on Jake and he hesitated. Despite the spotlight it was pretty obvious to Jake that Victor was blushing. He could tell from the way his face looked and the tips of his ears drooping slightly.

Swiftly grabbing his wallet Jake dug through it looking for any loose bills he had and grabbed the first one he could feel and making sure Victor was watching him, threw it on the stage followed by a cheer.

"Wooo!" He bounced a little on the spot, smiling widely at the doberman.

Victor responded almost immediately to his call and reached behind him to grab the pole. Sliding down it slowly, he squatted down and spread his legs, still hiding the goods inside his pants, several more bills strewn the stage and Victor looked all too happy to please his audience.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it up, revealing his tummy, his abs, his bulging pecs, until the tank top was lifted off him and he threw it aside.

Jake felt hot, very hot, and extremely horny. The moment he saw Victor shirtless his shaft popped free of his sheath so fast he was afraid it would rip his pants and underwear. And he who had prided himself at controlling his libido with Alan earlier, now he was sporting full mast and Victor hadn't even removed his pants yet.

Watching Victor on stage, spinning around the pole and pulling all sorts of acrobatic stunts he'd never believed a big guy like him could do, it was hard for Jake to simply not empty out his wallet entirely.

As Victor's fingers came to rest over his groin after a spin where he would lean away from the pole while holding onto it, his fingers teased with the promise of revealing the promised land. Jake joined the fray of the cheering crowd, tossing a few bills of his own along the others as Victor worked the buttons on his pants. Tantalizingly slow, but soon he'd have a very sizable bulge popping out of his unbuttoned pants. A pouch with camouflage on, and with a wiggle of his hips, and meeting Jake's eyes again, he winked and let the pants fall down to his ankles, which he promptly stepped out of and kicked to the side as he grabbed the pole with both hands, and bent over.

Jake wasn't sure what hit the stage first, his boner or his jaw. He had never seen Victor out of his clothes completely before. At most he'd have his suit unbuttoned and the shirt beneath it pulled up so Jake could fondle his abs and his pecs.

Victor was wearing a jockstrap, the pouch with camouflage pattern on it seemed barely able to contain what was undoubtedly a huge erection, and the straps were black and were perfectly framing the best ass Jake had ever had the fortune to lay eyes upon. After all this time of groping that ass through Victor's suit pants, or even slipping a hand inside to grope it through his underwear, he finally got a full view of it in all its glory. So perfectly big and round, a wonderful circle of brown fur covering most of his cheeks made that doberman ass stand out all the more, with the adorable tail nub perked up and wagging. With how thick and round his cheeks were and his short tail stub unable to hide what lay beneath Victor shook his ass at the crowd, displaying a dark skinned tailstar for his audience before pulling back and hopping onto the pole to spin around it, he stopped after a few smooth moves grinding onto the pole and coming to another stop facing the crowd again, and once again his eyes found Jake's and he squatted down again, spreading his legs, and making the crowd go wild as his huge package bounced between his legs, still barely contained by his jockstrap.

"Aaaalrright everybody once again a round of applause to Sarge and his extremely hard work! Be sure to catch his second act later tonight!" The announcer called out and the crowd cheered wildly. Jake winced a little at the cheering because of his sensitive hearing, but couldn't stop himself from joining in and cheering for Victor as the doberman stood up and saluted them again. This time in only his jockstrap so the act itself became a dozen times hotter.

Kneeling down on the stage Victor started gathering up the money that people had been showering him with. When he came close to Jake he became somewhat flustered and looked meaningful at him.

"Wait for me." He said hushed, while fiddling with a panel at the front of the stage that would pop up a curtain around the stage to hide him from view.

Jake didn't feel any rush to leave anyway, still dazed by that incredible performance by one of the sexiest guys he knows. Leaning against the stage, waiting for himself to calm down enough to push away without stabbing someone in the leg with his erection. He looked around, most people seemed to disperse from the stage after the performance. A table was nearby and he suddenly felt like sitting down a little, getting off his shaking legs. Pushing away from the scene, he'd only taken a few steps before he was stopped by a big draft horse with red fur and a white muzzle who stepped out in front of him.

"Ho there little cutie, what are you doing here all by yourself?" He spoke in a condescending tone, smirking down at Jake from way above him.

"I'm waiting for someone." Jake replied shortly, staring defiantly up at the stallion as he bent forward to bring his face closer to his. Despite being dwarfed by his size he didn't budge, nor did he let himself get intimidated, he just kept glaring.

"Aw don't you worry little fox, I'm here to take care of you so why not leave with me and I'll show you a good time with a real man instead of your imaginary boyfriend?" Still smirking, the stallion reached around to grab at Jake's ass, but the white furred fox sidestepped him swiftly, his tail fluffing up in anger and his lip curling upwards exposing his canines in a snarl.

"Don't touch me, I'm not interested." He said coldly, glaring daggers at the horse who just chuckled and took another step forward.

"They all say that at first, but I'll break you in too-..." He didn't get to finish the sentence as Jake once again dodged his hand and instead ended up grabbing hold of his burly hand, and twisting it around until he had the very much bigger male yelping in pain and forcing him down on one knee as he twisted his whole arm using the stallion's weight and size against him.

"Don't you fucking touch me." He growled, twisting the arm further, making the stallion hunch over, preventing him from saying anything as he yelped in pain again. "Next time maybe consider if you're smart enough to read between the lines, but not interested usually means not, fucking, interested."

The stallion made another attempt at answering him when suddenly he was pulled up on his feet and shoved backwards. Jake, who had barely been holding onto the stallion at all, looked around and saw Victor, baring his fangs and the fur on his neck bristled, standing just in front of him to shield him from the stallion.

"I think it's time for you to leave, sir." A familiar voice spoke up, and suddenly the dingo waiter from before showed up and stood next to Victor, crossing his arms while fully hiding Jake from the stallion's view.

"Fuck you on about, the little bitch have me by the arm and -I'm- being thrown out??" The stallion said furiously, pushing his chest out in, what seemed to Jake, an attempt to square up to the two big muscular men in front of him.

This kind of scene felt somewhat familiar to Jake, but instead of having two wolf brothers standing in front of him to defend him there were instead two dogs, one of which was half naked. Victor had sadly put his pants and tank top back on since he returned from his performance.

"This isn't the first time we've had to tell you off for harassing our customers, it's about time someone put you in your place." The dingo replied, glancing over at Jake and winking at him. "And to think your downfall would be this gentleman here, and he isn't even half your size."

The stallion's face flushed with rage, balling his hands into fists.

"You fucking whores, you think I'm scared of you??" Raising his fist getting ready to strike, the stallion was halted in his motion when someone grabbed his raised arm from behind and twisted it around behind his back.

"That poor arm." Jake thought, amused at the sight of the horse struggling with the draconic doorman who had just shown up.

The stallion fought and struggled in vain as he was hauled away, cursing and swearing like an unhinged sailor.

"That takes care of that. You okay little fella?" The dingo and Victor turned around to look down at Jake, but far from appearing condescending as the stallion had, the dingo looked concerned and Victor appeared downright worried although he hadn't said anything yet.

"I-..." Jake opened his mouth to answer, when suddenly there was a pause in the background music and both of the dogs could hear his stomach rumble. Loudly.

"W-Worked up a man sized appetite, h-huh?" The dingo said, fighting hard to keep himself from laughing. A big stupid grin on his muzzle. "How about I get you some food as an apology for the distress caused by that disaster, and Sarge here can keep you company~"

With a hard slap on his rump, the dingo sent Victor forward a few steps before he left with a snicker.

Jake still felt a little awkward that his stomach had decided at just that moment to speak up, but that was soon forgotten when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and he was pulled face first into a soft furred but firmly muscular abs.

It was a quick hug though, sadly enough. As Victor seemed embarrassed when his eyes met with Jakes.

"I'm... sorry, I should have arrived earlier." He managed to say, albeit saying it while frowning and looking down at his feet. He seemed both angry and ashamed about what just happened.

"It's okay, I'm just glad you showed up when you did. If he knew that I was barely holding onto him in the first place then I'd be in trouble." Jake tried catching Victor's eye and gave him a soft smile when he did.

"It looked like you had him by the balls, literally." Victor peered rather curiously at the fox, who only shrugged his shoulders and scratched his neck.

"Eeh. I have a knack for using bigger and stronger opponents' size and strength against them. My dad insisted I'd be able to defend myself and had me practice a lot of martial arts for a wide array of self defense moves." Jake bounced a little on his heels, looking towards a nearby table.

"Want to sit?" He asked, pointing at the table while looking up at Victor.

"Y-Yeah, sure." The doberman nodded, following him over to the table and sank down in the chair opposite Jake.

Jake glanced sideways at Victor. He'd never seen him look so... small, if that's even a way to put it. He was used to the doberman always smiling, standing tall, looking confident. Now he had his hands in his lap, his ears drooped and he could barely meet Jake's eyes.

"What-..." He started to say but was cut short by Victor collapsing onto the table, arms folded, and exhaling loudly through his nose.

"I'm sorry... This is what I was afraid of by inviting you. There's almost always these jerks in here who can't take no for an answer, and I guess they see guys like you as an easy target..." Victor sighed again, and there it was again. What he'd said earlier in Jake's office.

"Victor, what do you mean when you say that...?" Jake curled his tail into his lap, watching the doberman as he shifted on the table and looked up at him tentatively.

"C'mon Jake... that much should be obvious by now." Victor said in a small voice, barely audible over the music. "A cute, small, adorable little guy like you... of course they would see that as an easy target." Victor hid his face in his arms and Jake could tell from his drooping ear tips it was to hide his blushing.

Jake too was blushing, as he always did when Victor said he was cute. Nobody else who called him cute could make him blush like Victor does. Once again he felt the swooping sensation in his stomach and something like butterflies fluttered around in his tummy and the tail in his lap twitched involuntarily.

"Woah, what did you do to Sarge?" The dingo was back and in his hand he had a burger and a drink on a tray. "I've never seen his tail wag this much, nor have I seen him this hunched over." Putting the drink and the burger down in front of Jake, the dingo laughed when Victor sat upright in his chair and threw the dingo a dirty look.

"Oh? How is he usually at work then?" Jake sensed a great opportunity to learn about Victor from an outside source, his tail flicking and falling off his lap, his curiosity peaked.

"Weeell..." The dingo grinned at Victor, who didn't say anything but looked away, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. It was hard to tell if he was sulking or embarrassed. Jake was pretty sure however that if he could see his stubby tail right now it would be wagging up a frenzy.

"He's usually much more in charge and imposing, he knows how to best please his customers by giving them what he believes is what they need, rather than what it is they think they want. And I'll tell you he's -very- good at his job." The dingo, without a shred of hesitation or fear, reached out to pet Victor atop the head.

Immediately Victor's neck fur bristled and he growled, but he made no attempt to pull away or turn around to face them again.

"By the way, we haven't really been introduced yet. As much I'm sure you'd love it if my name is a pun the reality is a bit more tame I'm afraid. Call me Trevor, the barbarian." Trevor held out his free hand and Jake shook it.

"Jake, it's nice to meet you Trevor and uhm... I'm sorry about earlier." Jake's ears fanned backwards in apology, all while the dingo grinned at him and flexed his muscles.

"Aww don't worry about it, frankly I'm impressed that you could tell straight away that I am a dingo. It usually takes people way longer to notice, if they do so at all. And their puns never make me laugh like yours did." As Trevor spoke, Jake couldn't resist the alluring smell of the burger in front of him and dove right into devouring it with a ravenous hunger.

"Mhh, well enough about me. I guess I should leave now so I don't intrude on this date any more than I already have. Toodles. ~" And with that, he left. Giving Victor no chance to properly sputter out a response.

Jake on the other hand choked on the drink he'd just taken a sip from. Inhaling the liquid and then sputtering and coughing. He could hear the dingo's all too familiar laugh in the distance.

"That guy I swear to god..." Victor mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose with another sigh.

Their eyes met and both blushed rather intensely, Victor looked away and Jake turned his attention back to the burger, stuffing his face to hide his embarrassment.

Both of them remained silent while Jake made quick work of the burger, happy to finally have something in his stomach since he neglected lunch at work.

"So-..." Jake and Victor spoke at the same time after Jake finished with his food, their eyes met and they both grinned rather awkwardly.

"You first." Victor said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving Jake a small smile.

"So..." Jake said again, nodding and taking a look around. Despite being crowded tonight their table seemed to be mostly left alone. Although here and there he swore he could see other patrons giving him dirty looks. For whatever reason.

"This is your second job huh?" He looked back at Victor just in time to see Victor's ears fold and his eyes darted away.

"Y-Yeah." Suddenly he looked small again, like a child being caught being naughty.

"I see.." Jake mused, looking Victor up and down. He won't lie that a small part of him, mainly his fox side, was amused at the idea that his mere presence had made the big dog so vulnerable. But a bigger part of him, the part closest to his heart felt a small twinge of sadness that Victor looked so frightened after confiding in him about his second job. Especially now after seeing just how good he is at it and how much he obviously enjoyed himself up on stage.

"I gotta say... I'm disappointed." Victor looked shocked for a split second before Jake continued his sentence. "That you didn't bring me here sooner. This place is..

Pretty cool." Jake's eyes trailed after a waiter that walked past their table. A dalmatian with a firefighters hat on top of his head and a pair of red shorts held up by suspenders, the dalmatian noticed Jake watching him and winked, shaking his rear and flicking his tail as he carried on past their table.

"You... Do you like it then? You're not... weirded out or anything?" Victor asked anxiously, his expression softening from dread into hopefulness.

"Mhhh, what?" Jake's attention snapped back to Victor after he finished ogling the dalmatian's ass, turning his attention back to the doberman. "Ah! No, I'm not weirded out. Granted I'm surprised that you work here, as a stripper of all things. You are so well mannered at work and polite to everyone. A very big difference to what I just saw up on the stage. But I could also see that you really, really enjoyed yourself up there, showing off and being a big tease." Jake propped his elbow on the table and smirked at Victor, who for the first time looked rather pleased, albeit somewhat bashful too.

"I feel like I'm underpaying you now that I know how good of a performer you are, and how much I've been getting free shows in my office." Jake giggled, watching Victor throw him a shifty grin.

"For what you pay me you're already getting the premium package and then some." Victor said, glancing Jake up and down and then winking at him.

"Mhh, I suppose I should count myself lucky I get to touch that sexy body of yours without having to stuff a dollar bill down your pants first... but now I kind of want to do just that." Standing up, Jake rounded the table and took out the last of his bills from his wallet. He had no idea how much he had in there at the start of the night, but that was pretty far down his list of priorities right now.

Victor kept grinning and turned to face Jake as he came around the table.

"You really don't have to pay me a dollar more outside the salary I get." Victor's protests fell short as Jake folded the bill and reached forward, slowly bringing the folded bill towards the doberman's mighty cleavage. Jake's face heated up but with utmost control he pushed the bill down Victor's tank top between his massive pecs.

Victor watched eagerly, and when Jake held the bill down his shirt he flexed his chest muscles. Pinching the bill between his pecs and making Jake laugh as his attempt to tug on the bill was denied by Victor's amazing chest muscles.

"Damn... just... damn. You're -very- good huh? If I had more money with me I'd pay for a private dance just so you can show off your many talents." Jake had to fight off the urge to grope Victor's chest.

Victor chuckled, making his chest quiver, yet the bill remained firmly where it was between his pecs until he fished it out of his cleavage and looked at it.

Immediately the colors drained out of his face and he shoved the bill against Jake's chest.

"I-I can't take this." Victor shook his face, pressing the bill against Jake.

"What? Why not?" Jake took the bill and looked at it. "Oh." He said after. It was a 100 dollar bill.

"It's too much... you've already tossed a few on the stage, I can't in good conscience accept that much money from someone who already pays me so much." Victor stood up so abruptly Jake had to take a step backwards to not get knocked over. Then seemingly regretting his sudden action Victor went down on one knee to get to eye level with Jake and pulled him in for another hug.

"I should be getting back to work now. I promise I'll keep checking in on you but I shouldn't neglect my other customers." Victor pulled back from the hug and held Jake by the shoulders, giving him an apologetic face.

Slightly taken aback from the refusal Victor gave him, Jake quickly composed himself and smiled at the big dog. "That's fine, I like watching you work after all, and I can't hog all your attention all night. As much as it saddens me that I can't keep you all to myself." He sighed wistfully and reached up to cup Victor's cheek and immediately was met with the doberman leaning into his hand like a reflex.

After a second he pulled away and Victor got up on his feet again.

"Right, you have a good time now. Relax a bit by the bar, socialize a little. I did want you to unwind from work after all. I'll come check in on you later, okay?" Victor smiled handsomely and Jake now had to fight the urge to pull him back down and scratch his ear.

"I'll try. Oh! And before you go there's just one thing I want to ask." Jake had grabbed Victor by the wrist to prevent him from leaving. Victor looked down at him, cocking his head to the side inquisitively.

"Did you by any chance tell the bartender I was coming?" He asked, and Victor's head cocked to the other side, still looking lost.

"Yeah? I wanted him to call me over when you arrived, though you did arrive just in time for my show so I guess he never got the chance to do so. Why?"

"No reason~ Now off you trot and shake that fine ass. Just as long as you promise to shake that ass for me as well!" Jake's hand snaked its way to Victor's rump and quickly gave his bubble butt a grope. Although he was saddened that the pants Victor wore were very thick so it was hard to get a proper feel of the doberman's ass.

Victor didn't say anything but responded by pushing his butt back into Jake's groping paw and obediently shook it teasingly.

"Okay, now you can go." Jake snorted in amusement, smacking Victor on the butt to get him to leave. Victor obeyed, throwing one last look over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd.

Sighing with disappointment, Jake put the bill back in his wallet and navigated his way back to the bar.

Where he was promptly greeted by a grinning malamute behind said bar.

"Sarge abandoned you already?" Alan said teasingly, still grinning as Jake climbed up on a bar stool.

"What, don't you like having me at your bar?" Jake huffed, trying to keep his annoyance to a minimum.

"On the contrary my foxy patron, I love having you at my bar. You're a riot!" Alan beamed, joyfully wagging his tail behind him.

"Even after you lost the bet?" Jake sniped at the big dog, feeling a slight satisfaction at watching his confident bravado falter if only briefly.

"Bet? What bet? I don't remember any bet." Alan's eyes darted to the side, as if he was looking for another customer to serve. Unfortunately for him, the only one currently at the bar was Jake.

"You know exactly what I mean." Despite himself, Jake felt the hint of a smile on his lips as he taunted the big malamute.

"Nnnoooo, surely I have no idea what you're on about. Oh Rex, man are you a sight for sore eyes!" Alan jumped at the opportunity to sway the conversation away from what the fox was getting at by greeting the German Shepherd server as he came up to the bar with an empty tray.

The very same German Shepherd server Jake had seen when he arrived, and save for a few more dollar bills stuffed into his spiked collar, he was still completely nude.

"Alan." The German Shepherd, whose name evidently was Rex, said in a stern voice with a thick accent. It caught Jake by surprise. He had been expecting a bark.

"You make trouble for guest?" Rex asked, pointing accusingly at Alan.

"Whaaat, me? Trouble? Never!" Alan said, wholly unconvincingly.

Rex turned to Jake, and the first thing he noticed was that he looked very intimidating up close. Spiked collar, grizzled maw. Rather tall and a strong build. Even a small scar over his right eye. But his eyes, a mellow honey coloured pair of irises, looked very kindly directly at him.

"No let Alan trick you. He is devil." Rex once again pointed accusingly at Alan, but never taking his eyes off Jake.

"Oh please, as if I would let myself have a fast one pulled over me by a guy whose name is an anagram for anal." Jake paused, thinking about what he just said. Then suddenly he nearly fell off the chair he sat on when a hand with enormous strength slapped him hard on the back, though it did knock the breath out of him.

He thought he'd black out for a few seconds and didn't quite catch on what was going on around him until a much softer paw rubbed his back and he managed to cough himself back into consciousness. The first thing he became aware of was that someone was howling with laughter, the second thing he noticed was someone speaking harshly in a language he didn't immediately recognise. It was all very disorienting, yet the paw on his back kept rubbing him soothingly for a full minute until everything came back into focus.

"-... problem, what if you seriously hurt him, no wonder you're such a shitty meathead, meathead!" A voice said behind him, sounding very angry indeed.

"D-Did you just call me meathead twice?" Another unfamiliar voice answered.

Looking around Jake could finally see who was rubbing his back. It was another fox, although unlike Jake this fox had red fur and stood a bit taller than he did, his shoulders were also broader and his muscles were more clearly defined. His fur wasn't as fluffy as Jake's was but it did look extremely well maintained, smooth and shiny.

And what's more, he was almost completely nude. The only thing he wore was a bright blue jockstrap, which served the excellent purpose of drawing attention to his crotch with the bright blue in the middle of all that red.

The fox appeared to be talking to a massive stag, who was as big as Alan, bulging with muscle mass and wore a lumberjack outfit. No matter how big the stag appeared to be, he seemed to shrink under the fox's scolding, rubbing the back of his neck and looking confused.

"That's the only way to get things through your thick skull isn't it you absolute cockwaffle." The fox finally noticed Jake was watching him and turned to look at him with a soft smile.

"Hey there sweetheart, how're you holding up? Jax didn't break anything did he?" The fox spoke kindly and looked at him with twinkling blue eyes.

"Ufh... n-no I don't think so." Jake rubbed his chest absentmindedly and looked around. He could see Rex looking at him with a mixture of worry and confusion. For some reason Alan had collapsed on the bar, his eyes crossed and his tongue falling out of his maw.

"What... happened to him?" Jake asked the crowd at large, looking at the others and turning to the fox as he let out a small sigh.

"Don't worry about Alan. When he wouldn't stop laughing Rex clocked him in the jaw. He'll be back on his feet in no time. He's got a really thick head full of concrete just like Jax here. Are you sure you're alright though?" The fox kept his paw on Jake's back and leaned in to look at him closely.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, but ow! My back just really stings." Rolling his shoulders, Jake threw a glance at the stag behind the fox, catching his eyes and making the big hunk jolt in surprise.

"Ehehehe... I'm sorry little dude... your joke about Alan was really funny so I went to give you a friendly pat..." The stag shuffled his feet, looking down at the floor. He might be big but right now he looked like a small child being caught breaking the rules.

"I keep telling you that you don't know your own strength Jax, even I could hear the slap you gave him from half across the club. Honestly I'm surprised you didn't bulldoze him into the bar with your muscle-for-brains way of showing appreciation." The fox chided Jax again.

"I already apologized, what more do you want from me Ruby?" Jax said grumpily, folding his arms over his massive chest.

"I want you to get better at apologizing, or rein in your strength when giving customers a friendly pat on the back. Take your pick." Ruby the fox said nonchalantly, shrugging at the stag with a flick of his tail.

"Ouf... you're not pulling any punches tonight huh?" Jax said, sighing. He and Jake made eye contact again and the stag surprised Jake by bowing deeply, bringing his antlers dangerously close to raking over Ruby's back.

"I'm really sorry sir, I promise I'll be more careful in the future." Jax said, a complete change in the tone of his voice from before, this time sounding properly sincere.

"Oh so you can apologize? Since when?" Ruby's attention was currently on the stag, but the paw he had on Jake's back had been slowly working its way downwards, gently rubbing his lower back by now. Ruby didn't even seem to notice what he was doing but Jake became aware of it when some flexible fingers grazed just above his tailbase.

"Sarge taught me. He's been helping me with how I should interact with customers. I just... forgot myself when this guy was ribbing Alan." A smile cracked the stag's face when he looked at Jake again. "You're too funny dude!"

"Aand he's back to normal." Ruby said with a sigh, rolling his eyes at the stag. "Still, at least you listen to someone. I feel like I should thank Sarge for it."

"Thank me for what?" Victor's voice said suddenly out of nowhere, making all four of them jump, aside from Alan who was still out cold on top of the bar. "And what happened to Alan?" Victor appeared next to them, looking down at the unconscious malamute.

"I punish." Rex said, nodding at Victor while holding up a clenched fist.

"Oooh, okay, gotcha." Victor said, nodding back at the german shepherd in understanding. He didn't even need to ask for context, it seemed to be a common enough occurence that a waiter just sucker punches the bartender in the jaw.

"And what about you two? Why are you huddled around Jake?" Victor's eyes snapped to Ruby's paw which was still going up and down on Jake's lower back.

"I came over to make sure this little cutie was alright after Jax gave him a 'friendly' pat on the back." Ruby leaned in from behind Jake and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him gently while eyeballing Victor with a grin. "Why didn't you tell us your friend was this cute when you told us he would come by, Sarge? It's not fair keeping him all to yourself, everyone has been dying to know what kind of guy you would invite here of all places, and you of all people, who never play favourites."

Ruby kept fondling Jake's chest as he spoke, and judging by the big grin on his muzzle it was easy to tell he was getting great enjoyment from goading Victor.

Jake wasn't too sure how he should feel about being groped like this in public by a stranger but it didn't feel unpleasant. Ruby certainly knew how to work those fingers all over Jake's soft chest despite the shirt between his paw and Jake's chest.

Victor on the other hand seemed to take it badly. His eyes went from staring at the fox to glaring at him, his neck fur bristling and the tips of his fangs exposed in a half formed snarl.

"Aww, are you getting jealous, Sarge? You're usually so good at sharing." Ruby teased, bringing his muzzle down to bury it against Jake's neck and snuffling around. "Mhhh, you smell really good sir..."

Jake was halfway opening his mouth to say something when Victor took a step towards them, with Ruby still nuzzling into his neck seemingly unafraid of the towering doberman approaching.

For a split second he thought Victor was going to smack the fox, but instead he did something completely unexpected and joined him by wrapping his arms around Jake's waist and leaning forward to bury his snout on the other side of Jake's neck.

"Oh man, you guys are making me want to get in on that too." Jax said somewhere behind Jake who was currently completely baffled by this turn of events. He had a buff fox clinging to his back and groping his chest, and a hunky doberman at his front with his arms wrapped around his waist and his paws placed on his rump. The size of those paws could easily cup his perky rear with ease and Victor took advantage of the mess of limbs around the arctic fox to grope and squeeze Jake's ass while he too was snuffling around the side of his neck.

"Is this new act?" Rex said, sounding confused.

"Heh, it might be. C'mon Rex, let's pull Alan to the back and start serving some customers. We've delayed enough as it is." Jax replied, and Jake was dimly aware of the two of them leaving while he was lost in a sea of warm fur and groping paws.

It went on for almost a whole minute before Ruby relented and pulled back, sighing wistfully as he gave Jake one last pat on the back.

"Now I can see why Sarge plays favorites with you. I'll make sure to keep an eye on you and partake whenever you're free~" Ruby's eyes met Victor and he winked. "Or not. I wouldn't mind sharing you again though." After blowing a kiss to Jake, the red furred fox left, swishing his tail. That left Jake alone with Victor, who still had his arms wrapped around him and his paws on his ass.

"That was... would it be weird if I said I liked it?" Jake's face was flushed, a mixture of embarrassment from the public display of affection and heated blush from the steamy action of being sandwiched between two large muscular men.

Victor pulled away at last, meeting Jake's eyes curiously.

"Why would it be weird if you liked it? This is a strip club after all, and I know that you are a very touchy-feeling kind of guy. I couldn't just stand idly by while Ruby was all over you though..." Victor mumbled.

"Aw, so you were jealous then? I didn't expect that with you given how you quite literally face fucked my coworker. Hector still can't fully look me in the face without blushing now." Jake's earlier annoyance with Victor's dismissal had all but vanished since he showed up. Just seeing his face again put him in a good mood.

"That-... that was just because you said it was okay to do it..." Victor looked bashful, yet his hands remained where they were, fondling Jake's butt. It was almost like he didn't even fully register that he was doing it.

It was the first time anyone had touched him like this, he was surprised how much he liked it. Maybe it was because it was Victor doing it, and his large paws on his ass just felt right.

Upon hearing Victor's words about doing it just by following his orders, he felt his sheath tighten as his cock gave an excited twitch.

"So wait... if I didn't tell you to have fun with Hector you really wouldn't have tried anything with him? You didn't actually want to do anything with him?" Jake asked.

"It's not that I didn't want to do it, but when you told me to go for it suddenly it became something I really wanted to do. Part of me just felt this need to do what you told me to do..." Victor looked embarrassed and only now seemed to realize he was still groping Jake. Releasing his grip, he moved his hands up to give Jake's shoulders a soft squeeze.

"Wow... you must really enjoy following orders huh? You really are a big pup." Jake said fondly, reaching a hand up to grip Victor's strong forearm.

"Don't... don't tell any of the guys." Victor said with a whine. His ears folded back as he threw a glance down the bar where Rex and Jax were making drinks for a couple of customers at the other end of the bar.

"Like I would tell them that their Sarge is nothing but a big puppy who wants to please his master. It'll be a secret for just you and me." Jake said in a hushed voice, leaning in so that he was sure only Victor could hear him.

Victor whined again and it was obvious to Jake that the doberman was restraining himself from showing him how he really felt.

"I think I've taken up enough of your time for now though. You shouldn't neglect your other customers." Jake patted Victor's forearm and gave him a playful shove with his other hand to push the big dog away.

Victor whined for a third time but this time he had that devilish grin hitched back on his muzzle. Maybe it was because Jake had told him to get back to work that he didn't make a big fuss about it. Victor ruffled Jake atop his head running his fingers through his fur, then turned to leave.

Jake watched that bubble butt leave and the adorably thick little tail nub was held high and wagging madly.

For the next hour or so Jake sat by the corner of the bar where he would have a constant stream of visitors. First off was Alan returning shortly after Victor left, and just like the others had said the malamute seemed perfectly fine despite getting decked. And he held up his end of the bargain at last, providing Jake with a variety of drinks free of charge. Trevor arrived not long after, having heard about Jax smacking Jake and came by to make sure he was truly alright. Rex also made a point to show up from time to time, mostly to get new drinks for his tables and to point accusingly at Alan, but also trading a few words with Jake and appeared genuinely pleased that Jake was in high spirits after the incident. Jax also showed his face once or twice, but his attention seemed more focused on losing his clothing as he went around, already walking around shirtless and the button on his pants were open. The only one who frequently popped in to visit Jake as much as Victor was Ruby and he had no qualms about showing his affection for his arctic kin. His dexterous paws always found their way around Jake's body whenever he showed up, scratching Jake's ears and slipping just barely inside his shirt. He became even more handsy if Victor happened to be nearby when Ruby showed up, squeezing Jake in tight hugs and poking his tongue out at the snarling doberman.

Jake's attention was torn between nursing his drinks and chatting with everyone, making some small talk with the employees rather than the other guests. Not that he complained, it was nice to get to know Victor's coworkers.

With an increased level of alcohol in his body, Jake wobbled on his chair as a gentle paw patted him on the shoulder.

"How are you holding up sweetie?" Ruby said in his honeyed voice.

"Ruby! You little gem, where have you been hidin?" Jake said with a small hiccup, giving the red fox a goofy grin.

Ruby snickered and leaned in to be heard better under the constant music playing. "Alan really did a number on you huh? Don't worry, I'll have Rex smack him around some more later." Ruby booped Jake on the nose.

"But now I'm here to fetch you, Victor is about to get up on the stage again and he asked me to come get you."

Jake giggled drunkenly when Ruby booped his nose, and upon hearing about Victor's performance he nodded his head fervently.

"Yeah okay! Let'ss go. I wanna see." He spun around on his barstool, swaying dangerously.

The fact that he hadn't stood up since he started drinking only occurred to Jake as he jumped down from the barstool. He sobered up for half a second as he lost his balance. Had Ruby not foreseen what was about to happen and grabbed him, he would've faceplanted onto the floor the moment his foot touched the ground.

"Take it easy darling, if I don't deliver you in one piece Sarge will have my hide." Ruby put a strong arm around Jake and held him up, assisting him in taking a few wobbly steps.

"But your fur is so niiice. Such a lovely red colour..." Jake wrapped an arm around Ruby's side and held him close as he was led towards the stage. His horny self wanted to sneak a squeeze of Ruby's ass while his arm was holding him around the back, but the small amount of self control he still had held him back.

"Aww, you're a real charmer aren't you? Even if you're drunk, or maybe because you are drunk." Ruby squeezed Jake against his body as he led him towards the stage. Once he had Jake leaning against the stage and made sure he wouldn't fall over Ruby finally pulled his arm back.

"There, safely delivered. I'm going back to tend to my tables now." Ruby surprised him by pushing his snout against him and giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

It was so sudden and with Jake being as buzzed as he is his brain didn't immediately register what happened until the deed was done and Ruby has whisked away among the crowd surrounding the stage.

Slightly dazed, Jake rubbed the spot on his cheek where he'd been kissed. The surprise distracted him enough that he got startled when the lights dimmed and the spotlight on stage was pointing towards the curtain.

"Aaaalrright everybody, it's time to welcome back our brave soldier. He's been doing his duty tonight and now he'd like to service you all properly. Give it up for Sarge!" The announcer said and just then Victor threw open the curtain and stepped forward with purpose. He didn't have his jacket this time but he did have his cap back on top of his head. His eyes found Jake in an instant, and this time there was no hesitation. With confidence he walked out onto the stage, halting near the front to stand at attention before starting his routine. His hands roamed his body, his hips kept rolling as he thrust into the air. He seized the cap he had on and tossed it deliberately towards the crowd. Not once did Victor's eyes leave Jake, and it was clear to the fox that he had been aiming for him when he chucked his cap.

He caught it despite his drunken state, jumping on the spot in excitement as he clutched the cap in his hands. The crowd around him went wild and the people closest to him pulled it out of his hands and forced it onto his head.

Victor grinned, continuing his routine once he saw Jake standing in front of him wearing his cap. He seized the pole and spun around it, hooking his leg around it and holding himself horizontal to the pole only using his amazing leg strength. Somehow he managed to wiggle out of his tank top, leaving him topless and bare chested. As he held onto the pole he flexed his arms, showing off his impressive muscles to the crowd making them go wild, cheering and whistling.

With a few more displays of his amazing physique, showing off his broad back, his strength when twirling around the pole. Bills were littering the stage, and although Jake would have loved to contribute he had no more cash to spend. This didn't stop him from having a good time watching Victor. His focus was so intense he didn't even notice the crowd around him nor how rowdy they were. All he saw was the buff doberman in front of him, and how he teased, how he showed himself off, how pleased he appeared. Not to mention sexy and oh so enticing.

Having slid off the pole, Victor looked over the crowd with a cocky grin as he groped his bulge, a very significant bulge that snaked its way down his pant leg. The crowd cheered louder and he took this as an incentive to unbutton his pants, pull down the fly, and expose the fact that he was no longer wearing his jockstrap. The light brown fur he had over his chest and down his stomach went further down over his groin too, as evident when Victor pulled the pants further down, exposing the pubic fur just above his sheath.

With one last intense look directly into Jake's eyes, Victor grabbed his pants and tugged.

An explosion of cheer erupted inside the whole club as Victor ripped his pants clear off. His manhood at full mast and on full display. It stood tall and thick, a wonderful dark red color and several inches long. Jake wouldn't even be surprised if it was over a foot long at the very least, with how big everything else on the doberman was.

Like the knot at the base of the fully erect doberman cock waving in the air, the size of that bulbous knot just from looking Jake would estimate it to be the size of a softball.

Or the duo of plump testicles swaying underneath.

Victor went down on his hands and knees on the stage, his doggy cock pointing downwards and swaying from side to side as he crawled on all four towards where Jake stood.

Jake held his breath as the doberman came closer and closer until he was looming over him, fully nude, down on all four, looking down at him with a needy expression on his face. Victor's tongue was lolling out of his panting maw and his cock twitched between his legs. But Jake's focus was more on Victor's face than his exposed bone. There was a feeling of longing between him and Victor so intense you could practically feel it in the air.

How badly he wanted to reach up above him and grab the doberman's head and pull it down towards him. And give the big stupid dog a big fat kiss.

The moment passed as Victor leaned backwards and sat up on his knees on the stage, roaming with a hand over his front and giving his pecs a few good squeezes and using his other hand to squeeze around his knot and wave his red rocket in the air.

The cheering around Jake grew so loud that he was reminded that there was a crowd around him and that Victor was putting on a performance not just for him. He was also made aware of the fact that he had held his breath for far too long. Exhaling deeply, only dimly aware that Victor had honestly taken his breath away. He never thought that could actually happen, only that it was an expression.

Suddenly Victor jumped up on his feet. Standing at full attention, in every way of the word with his hand held to his forehead and his dick pointing straight forward. Then he spun around and gave the audience a view of that marvelous ass of his. Those perfect globes of fat and muscles, brown fur covering the cheeks, and lovingly framed by the ebony black fur around it.

With no jockstrap to get in the way Victor's ass seemed to bounce more than usual as he shook it for the crowd, wagging his flagged tail for them all and giving a prime view of his dark skinned tailstar once again by bending forward slightly and spreading his legs.

"The heat is on tonight people! Give it up once again for our Sarge and his admirable service tonight!" The announcer called out. Followed by more cheering and a fair bit more money being tossed onto the stage. There was so much of it that it carpeted nearly the whole stage.

Victor had walked off to where he had tossed his pants and scooped them up, rummaging through one of the pockets to retrieve his jockstrap. Putting his legs through the straps, he pulled it up and with some difficulty he managed to stuff his cock into the jock. It was down to half-mast now but it was still very obvious he struggled with just the jock pouch to keep it contained.

While Victor got started shoveling all the money on the stage the crowd around Jake began to disperse slowly but surely. Jake didn't move however, he was too busy holding onto the stage and watching Victor. Not to mention with how horny and drunk he was, it was all he could do to not climb onto the stage and violate the big dog, or let go of the stage and black out.

It could go either way right now.

His only anchor was staring intently at Victor's tail nub, watching it wag, wiggle and flick joyfully. It was soothing watching the adorable little stump of a tail on a doberman so large, wiggling with uncontained glee. It was almost hypnotic.

"Damn Sarge, he's going to put me out of a job." A familiar voice spoke up beside Jake and he felt rather than saw Ruby leaning up against the stage next to him, still unable to take his eyes off Victor's tail nub.

"Are all his performances this good?" Jake said, a little slurred but a fair bit more sober than he was a minute ago. Since all the blood in his body had been too busy rushing to his second brain located in his nether region.

"Oh yeah, but this was the first time I've seen Sarge sporting a full blown erection when getting nude. He usually only shows off his sheath or a half chub at most. But tonight, seesh. Even I had a hard time because of it." Ruby huffed. "He stole my customers when he tore his pants off, and I was just about to receive a big tip too. Hmpfh."

The fox beside him continued to mutter while Victor finished up collecting the money on the stage and before he left the stage he approached the two of them.

"I hope sir enjoyed himself." Victor said while looking expectantly at Jake which only made him smile widely at the earnest look on the big dobie.

"I did, very much. Next time I come here I am definitely getting a private dance from you." Jake hiccuped when Victor beamed back at him and he felt his tail wag out of control. Then he felt an arm wrap around him and he was pulled into a hug by Ruby.

"Since you stole my customers Sarge it's only fair if this cutie got a private dance from me first, it's only fair, isn't it?" Ruby cuddled up against Jake, nuzzling his snout behind one of his fluffy ears.

Jake could see Victor's neck fur bristling once again, he really was like a dog protecting his territory. Therefore he decided to nip this issue in the bud before someone got injured.

Not counting the time he got slapped in the back by Jax, of course.

"Actually Ruby, I'd very much like V-.. Sarge for my first private dance. It would make me more comfortable if it was with someone I knew." He could see Victor immediately relaxing after he said that.

"Awh." Ruby said with a huff, giving Jake one last squeeze before letting go. "I lost again huh? But I'll get you next time, mark my words. I'll even double up with Sarge if that's what it takes!" The red fox and Victor stared at one another for a tense moment. Then he turned with the flick of his tail and left.

Now it was just Jake and Victor left and they too stared at one another, but the tense feeling between them was of anticipation rather than rivalry.

"I-... uhm, will meet you at the bar again in a few minutes, okay?" Victor said, making a turn to leave.

"Actually, I think I'm going to go home for the night. I may not look it but I'm currently very, very drunk." Jake smiled again, feeling a twinge of regret when he saw Victor's ears droop.

"Ah... right... Could you still wait for me before you leave?" Victor asked, looking rather down.

"Sure, I'll work my way over and wait by the exit." And with that, Jake gave the stage a little push and stumbled backwards. Somehow he kept himself from falling over, but only barely.

Slowly he made a winding path towards the exit, navigating with difficulty between the legs of the other patrons and servers.

He had only just arrived at the exit when Victor showed up fully dressed. Aside from the cap that only now Jake remembered he had on top of his head.

"Oh, right, I should-..." Jake started and reached for the cap but Victor didn't listen. Walking straight up to him, reaching down to grab Jake under the arm and pull him with him out of the club, past the doorman and out into the parking lot.

"V-Victor?" Jake managed to stutter out as Victor dragged him all the way over to a dingy old red car.

"Victor!" Jake said more firmly, tugging his arm free from the doberman's grip. Rubbing the spot where Victor had held on he looked up at him and saw him looking at him with concern.

"Would you mind telling me what the hell you're doing?" He saw Victor wince when he swore, looking away from him to give the parking lot a quick glance before looking back.

"Uhm... nobody told you?" Victor asked anxiously, scratching his chin.

"Told me what? You're not making any sense." Jake wobbled slightly, taking a step backwards to stop himself falling over. The alcohol made it harder to contain his annoyance.

Victor took a cautious step towards him but the dirty look he gave him was enough to ward him off until he explained himself.

"I thought I told Ruby to tell you... damn fox." Victor sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Cole informed us that the customer he threw out earlier, you know the stallion bitch, was seen stalking around the parking lot. He was concerned for your safety and asked us to keep a close eye on you tonight. Just in case someone tried luring you out of the building. When... when you said you were leaving because you were drunk I got... scared."

Jake could see Victor's arms flexing as he tightened his hold over his chest, looking away from him.

"Oh, uhm... I... I see... I had no idea, I'm s-sorry I snapped at you Victor." He hiccuped and swayed again. Now that he stood still and relaxed for a minute he realized that in his inebriated state that something was coming up.

It was his stomach.

"V-Victor-..." Was all he managed to say before he turned around and hurled his stomach's content onto the parking lot.

Dimly he was aware that someone strong grabbed hold of him before he could fall over when his legs gave out from under him. The last thing he saw was Victor's face when he was turned to face him, then his whole world went dark as he passed out.