Miller's Kennel
A fox find himself with a new job, working for an otter at a local kennel. How hard could it be?
Miller's Kennel
A fox and otter stood together in the mustelid's office. It was awash in a warm glow by rays of sunlight. Shadows danced casually upon the wall as a late summer breeze rustled their leaves. The sliding glass door that sat to the side had been shut, though the one german shepherd he'd seen came in with them, and sat upon his haunches at his leader's side; the red flag between his legs did not go unnoticed by the nervous vulpine. At that moment the red furred one had a contract in his paws. He attempted to read over it, but he was still lightheaded from the thorough tongue lashing he had endured for ten minutes. Twice the dog had brought him to climax, and both times he never ceased his incessant licking. It was not until Mr. Miller, as the fox would come to know him, called the canine back was he given a break.
"There's about twenty things to sign, just legal this and that, you understand. Just an overview of your position and duties; you will be responsible for upkeep of the grounds, as well as caring for the dogs' needs. That's plural mind you." The fox raised a paw to speak up, but the man continued, "your position is more akin to a butler than to an employee. As such, you will speak only when spoken to around myself, or any guests that come by, and then only to answer. If needed you may ask permission, of course in case of danger speak up. Now, you are required to go above and beyond to keep the dogs well happy, so do keep that in mind." That thought made his abused length throb a moment.
"You'll be very handsomely paid for not only your service, but for your silence; page twelve is a non disclosure agreement by the way. On top of your salary you will be put under my health care, no 'but's. A part of which is a smoothie delivered vitamin regiment that I'm in the process of perfecting. You'll be drinking them daily, so I do hope you like strawberry." He did. "Question?"
"You said something about moving?"
"Yes, I was getting to that. As I own all the property on this block, and seeing as all their back yard serve as the grounds for the kennel, I think it suitable that you live on site, especially seeing as you will be on call 24 hours." The vulpine was about to object to this last fact, but when he saw the page that detailed his salary, he muzzled himself, it was too much to pass up. "That is before taxes, and rent of course. You'll actually pocket a bit more than half of it. Tenant agreement, page twenty two..." The two went on for another hour and a half, all the while the vulpine found himself a little bewildered, but thankfully well quenched by a sample cup of the otter's rather splendid tasting smoothie.
"And finally sign here." On the very last page was a final short phrase.
'I the undersigned have read and understand the terms detailed in the preceding pages.'
With a final scribble of a pen that should have read 'Todd Owens' that looked more like a doodle than anything, it was done.
"Alright, that's that. You start immediately. First off strip." Again the fox was about to speak up, but Mr. Miller cut him off. "Get used to just following commands, no questions, it will make your work much easier. You'll be on the grounds for the rest of the day, until ten tonight, at which time you'll need to return home. I'll give you tomorrow and the next day to get your belongings in order. Now where was I?
"Ah yes, you will also wear a uniform. At the moment it is hanging right behind you." There was little more than a short black skirt and a white tee on a chair. "And check your modesty at the door, there's no place for it here."
Todd was not entirely used to being ordered about is such a way, but he put his reservations aside and took a steadying breath. There was little left for him to take off, the dog's claws had torn his shirt earlier, and his pants were still disheveled, hung upon his hip and about ready to fall off anyway. He was the sort to dive head long into a challenge once he put his mind to it, so off came his shirt, and down went his pants and slobber-soaked boxers. His fur was still matted and damp around his sheath, and as he was exposed to the cool air of the room, his musky scent was no longer held in check.
He wore a combination of contraptions, all designed to both stimulate him, and keep him chaste, unable to paw himself. A tight pouch of leather and latex around his sheath to keep his knot from escaping his sheath, and served to keep little more than half his shaft from ever escaping. A strap of leather kept his ballsac ever-so-slightly stretched, and a high-end prostate stimulator completed the package, the plastic device planted firmly inside his rear, and he was getting his moneys worth. He would have taken it off hours ago, but his ... former roommate had nicked a very important key of his. What held the trio of objects in place was a thin titanium chain, too strong for him to break bare pawed, along with a fine padlock that hung squarely upon his orbs, and through the day bounced lightly over them.
With a little burst of courage the vulpine gathered up the girlish garments and put them on, skirt then the top, but as he reached for his boxers the otter tisked, "That is your uniform, no alterations are to be made to it except by myself." A devilish grin spread upon his face as he knelt beside the German shepherd, who had taken a nap while the two spoke business. Though when he saw the fox dressed as he was, the canine perked up dramatically. Bushy tail wagged rapidly behind him as his pointy ears perked.
"Modi here has a thing for foxes in skirts, lucky for you." He chuckled as he rubbed the dog between the ears. Once again, when he took a seat he was entirely on display, shaft pushed just a little ways from his sheath, and as he panted it bobbed in and out just slightly. They met eye to eye, and Todd swore he saw a grin.
"Get 'im!" The otter chimed, and the shepherd sprung into instant action. Blunt claws scrambled on long-since scratched up wooden floor, and then he was upon the fox. Before he had a chance to object, the dog had circled around him and tucked his nose under the cotton skirt and began sniffing around.
"Hey, woah there." He raised a paw, ready to shoo the invasive muzzle away, but he caught the scowl on the otter's face and thought better of it. No, he had to get out of that habit, no matter what Modi did. It seemed the canine had found his tailhole of particular interest. Dexterous tongue slipped free and lashed over the star once, then again and again. Every swipe not only stimulated the sensitive nerves of the flesh there, but also pushed the plastic toy around, directly against his prostate. His ears folded, his knees buckled, and in a breath he was on his knees moaning. Despite the release of two orgasms, he was still quite pent up, and it was impossible to deny just how amazing the dog's tongue felt. They soon went from slow slurps to wild laps, nose dug right in under his arched tail.
Todd had never felt quite so vulnerable.
As quick as it came, it was away once again. Mr Miller had shooed the excited shep back a step, and knelt beside the fox. He looked back and met the otter in the eye. The expression upon his face, a scowl and a grin, froze him in place.
"Stay still." It was a simple command, addressed to him as though he were a resident of the kennel, an animal. He pondered upon this little when he found a paw wrapped firmly around his confined sheath, the sac squeezed between tight leather and engorged fox cock. The mustlid took special care to avoid the two finger's width of pulsing shaft that tested the strength of the bonds that held it. Instead his fingers slid south, down to the chain looped around his sac. He grasped the leather-bound balls in his palm and massaged them lightly, the lock held between his digits. Without any sort of explanation he clicked it open and pulled the chain from around the arm of the toy under his tail, then pulled out the device, leaving the fox with a sense of something absent. The mustlid collected the slack and looped it through the leather strap around his balls, pulled it all together snugly, then finally locked it all together once again. All the while Todd watched what the otter was up to, unsure what to do, if anything at all. Of course, the shepherd watched with just as much interest, as he knew full well what sort of treat awaited him in moments.
"Alright boy, she's all yours."
Now, the fox was not dim; he thought he knew exactly what was about to happen, so he just braced himself, muscles tense with apprehension. The otter's words sent his mind to the multitude of media on this very subject. Now and again it had piqued his curiosity, and even though it was not against the law, it was still particularly taboo in many circles. He'd seen this story before; a lone fox is held in check while 'the horn-dog screws the pooch,' in the elequent words of a video he'd watched.
Though when the dog's cold nose dipped back in against his hole, it still came as a shock. Quick rapid breaths samled the musky air, then a hot tongue was quick to join. Without the plastic toy in the way, Modi had free reign for his tongue to explore. He zeroed in right at the fox's hole, with lick after lick after lick, each one as firm as the last. Already a little loosened from a fair bit of recent teasing of himself, the pink muscle had little trouble delving ever deeper into the sensitive ring.
At first Todd had just tried to ignore the feeling as best he could, but they were just too insistent. Every pass took with it a little more of his composure. First he just closed his eyes and ducked his head, but soon he found his muzzle buried lightly against his forearm, with little quivers arcing through his body. It just felt undeniably good. Finally he allowed himself a soft and subtle moan, and this made the dog's ears perk. Right away he upped the ante, his tongue driven forward with more force, of course this just made those subtle moans raise in pitch and volume, and soon his cries matched his outfit. He found himself arched up, his tail recurved against his back, the tip against his shoulders.
"Oh, he's a real licker, this one; will keep at it for an hour if I let him. I'd say he even likes it more than mounting little," he gave Todd a pat on the butt, "vixens." With a little grunt, the otter stood up and walked back over to his desk, "though what he does is up to him, I have to make a phone call now. You be quiet." He looked the cross-dressed fox square in the eye as he said this. A particularly penetrating lick reminded him just how difficult that may become. Another lick pulled one last sharp cry from him, a sound that excited Modi all the more, the tongue assault upon his now relaxed and loose hole in full swing.
Mr. Miller swiped his cell of the desk and plopped heavily into his plush burgundy office chair. Casters rolled as he dragged it around beside Todd and dialed. The two exchanged a look as the call went through, and someone picked up the other end.
"Yep, hello! Things turned out better than expected," he paused and nodded as he listened, "that's about the plan." The conversation went on in a rather one sided manner for a few minutes, and Todd managed to gleam that there would be company by later on today, but who it would be was entirely beyond him. It was hard enough to just process the mustlid's words, let alone attempt to hear the other side of the line. Ten minutes in and the two went on to other topics, but what they could be were beyond the fox by then.
Before today he'd never been rimmed for more than a few seconds, but with the fifteen minute mark come and gone he found himself growing more sensitive. Each pass of the shepherd's tongue was a little moment of bliss. Long since had his sheath swelled within its confines, squeezed firmly and held in place, just a couple fingers of his shaft tip exposed. As time wore on, he had to stuff the end of his muzzle with the bottom hem of his shirt, then bury it under his arm, no longer able to remain silent. His body tingled with the ever-constant pleasure that emanated from under his tail, all thanks to that wonderful, incessant licking.
"Hmm? Oh no no, Modi just has a new playmate, they're having a bit of fun," Todd's eyes opened in surprise as he found himself spoken about, "getting a little loud though. I've gotta go. Will see you later then?" He grinned as he looked the vulp in the eye, "fantastic!" With that he flipped the phone closed and tossed it back onto the rather tidy, heavy wooden desk.
"We're going to have company later, and I expect you both to be on your best behavior. This will be the perfect test to see how dedicated you are, I think." The otter got to his feet, "Now, you didn't do as you were told, did you?" Todd looked up at the man from his vulnerable position upon the floor. "I told you to not make any noise." As he spoke he stood and dragged his chair back behind the desk, out of view of the fox, save for his feet, clad in a pair of suede moccasins. He heard a drawer open, something clinked as it was lifted from inside, then another slide as it slammed lightly shut.
He came about once again, and in his hand was a black leather muzzle, vent holes cut into either side of an otherwise solid pouch. "Head up," was his only utterance before a webbed hand looped under Todd's chin, and slipped it on. Immediately the fox pulled away in surprise, but his strength was well sapped, slurped away one lick at a time. Of course, the kennel-owner was well versed in muzzling uncooperative, strong dogs; a little vixen was no issue whatsoever. In just a couple moments the trio of straps were tugged tight between his eyes and behind his head, then cinched in place. It was quite snug, and he could do little more than get his tongue out from between his lips.
A looped finger acted as a rough guide, and made the bound canid look the other eye to eye again, "I will only say this once. If you disobey, there will be consequences. While I won't fire you, you will find yourself with more things like," he tugged the muzzle, "this. Now, it makes no difference to me if you're bound up or not, as long as you get your work done, and follow orders. You want to be belligerent, you want to not do as you're told, be my guest." He released the fox again, stood, and leaned back against the desk. "More fun for me." He grinned wide again, "I'm off the phone now, so you don't have to hold back anymore. Modi likes a vocal partner, in case you couldn't tell." No longer with a reason to stay silent, Todd let loose a long, muffled moan, his breath hot and stifling. He moved to grab the muzzle, to get it off, but the otter cut in with a chuckle. "Don't bother, it's locked."
The wonderful tingle that had built in his body had grown strong enough to make his fur stand on end, and he found himself pressing back as his body twitched, every breath soon released as another moan. It just didn't stop, like electricity in his veins, he'd never felt anything like it. his eyes squeezed shut, and he grew increasingly lightheaded as his muzzled moans came more rapidly with his panting.
"Modi! Up!" The two words did not register in Todd's mind, only the fact that the wonderful heat of the dog's tongue was absent mattered to him in that instant. He let out a disappointed whine and craned his rear end back, only to have a sudden weight land upon his tail and pin it to his back. A short yelp filled his maw as a pair of forepaws hooked around his waist, and dewclaws dug in through his fur. A sharp and powerful tug brought fox and dog together snugly, and the intense heat of the canine's bellyfur soaked into his hindquarters.
Modi seemed experienced in this position. His initial thrusts were nearly on target, stabbed into the fleshy cheek of Todd's butt and growled in a moment of frustration. The shepherd hopped off and circled about, tongue back to work at the vulp's hole for a series of licks, then mounted once again. His body curled upon itself as his fat sheath drew in against his fox's body, cock-tip angled up between his rump-cheeks. Hips rolled forward and in a perfect moment his member found its destination and sunk in. Even before Todd could let out his first moan, Modi had begun spearing into the tight heat under him. His grip tightened and claws dug in as instinct took over, and the real humping began. Every thrust was lightning quick, slam after slam brought them together, and drove ever more of the dog's hardening shaft home. With each impact he felt himself penetrated that much deeper, like a hot iron piston within his guts. There was no ceremony, no drawing things out, Modi wanted satisfaction, and he wanted it now.
His sheath was drawn back, and his soft knot was exposed to the air for just a moment, before his mass thumped against Todd's rear end, and buried it deep inside. Another low whine filled the air, a chorus of the mated pair as the shepherd's knot swelled rapidly, his vixen's hole soon stretched to capacity. The fox wrung his paws and squirmed, but it did him no good, they were locked together, and would be for a good long while. The furious humping grew ever more energetic, and claws scrambled on the wood floor as he looked for traction. The force of each blow inched the pair forward slowly, and soon the fox found his head pressed up against the desk. Just another set of thrusts, each a little softer than the last signified Modi's release. Jet after jet of watery cum pumped into his partner's depths, his cock hard and pulsating, well tied in place.
Both of them were left exhausted and panting, and the shep was the one to make the first move. He shifted his weight and settled a forepaw on the floor, then pulled the other from the Todd's hip and planted it shakily upon the ground. There he stay, with his shaft buried in place, crotch to butt with the fox.
A vibration from the desk caught the otter's attention, it was his cell, a text had arrived to inform him company had arrived. "You two stay put, I'll be right back." Of course, his new employee had no idea what was up. Mr. Miller was away and back in only a minute, and as he returned, Todd heard he had a guest, and the voice seemed familiar, but kept quiet as they drew within proper earshot. From his position all the fox could see was the feet of the pair that entered, their new guest in bare paws, a kangaroo.
The otter spoke up again, "I took the liberty of inviting over the one you have to thank for getting you this job, so you better show him you're grateful." A laugh was noticeable in his voice. Something was up, but it took Todd a few long moments to lift his head and look over his shoulder at their company.
He knew exactly who that was. As he looked up, and his vision cleared he gulped. The kangaroo was none other than his room mate, Jack, and in all likelihood how his new boss got the key to his chastity gear in the first place.
"I see someone's enjoying their new job, someone deserves a 'thank you.'" He grinned wide and wiggled his toes as he looked over the helpless fox. "Only here a couple hours, and already you have him on all fours," he turned to the otter, "I have to say, Mike, I'm impressed."
The mustlid chuckled deeply. "He was a pushover, hardly even had to do a thing. Seems he's a natural!" As they spoke about him, he blushed all the more, ears flat against his head, muzzled face buried in his arms. It was all he could do to keep from moaning. The knotted shaft in his rump tugged constantly at his walls, and Modi's wagging tail made it wobble back and forth constantly as it continued pumping watery cum into his body. The man stepped over and nudged Todd with his leg to get his attention, and get it that did. He felt a sharp tug at his rear as his body shifted to the side, making him arch up once again, a fresh moan pulled from his muzzle. "Go on, he asked for it, show him some gratitude."
By this point, he was crosseyed, hazy, and all his fur stood on end from the intense, constant buzz in his head, body alive with a wonderful tingle. He looked toward his flatmate, and tried to utter a simple thanks, but the muzzle prevented anything legible. "Ah ah, no talking, remember?"
The roo stepped over and took a seat in the guest chair, facing Todd, his large feet settled out before him. When the otter had called not a few minutes ago, he was an hour into an evening hop around the local nature trail, so when he stretched out and settled his foot on the fox's muzzle and pushed it to the floor, the vulp got a good up close view of those long, strong toes. So often, Jack loved to mess with the fox. He knew just how much his friend had a thing for his hindpaws, but they agreed when they moved in together that nothing of any kinky nature would happen; they wanted to avoid complications, but with Todd's new residence, he saw it was finally fair game.
His other foot drew over, and wrapped around one side of the leather muzzle, as the other did the same, heavy toes held firmly in place, head pinned to the ground, rear end still very tied to a shepherd who has begun to get a little antsy; Todd was clenching, and the little tugs didn't help matters for him. An earthy scent saturated the limited air the fox was allowed through the holes in the leather. It carried with it the gentle musk that he'd not-so-secretly longed for since day one of their living in the same apartment.
Out of some sense of trying to preserve a little dignity, he tried to pull his head away, but when that didn't work he tried to push at them with a paw. His boss put a quick stop to that. Without any sort of warning, he found one arm pulled behind his back, then the other. He tried to protest, but he could only whine slightly as his wrists were bound together with a nylon leash.
"You're clever, you should know better than that. If a guest wants to put his feet somewhere, you let him. Remember, you're here to serve others' whims." He gave the fox a sharp swat on the rear for good measure, then moved on to rub over Modi's head. "There's a good boy. Do you enjoy your new fox? Hmm? Do ya?" He rubbed and scratched down through the shepherd's fur and shook the dog's body, finally making his softening knot pull and loosen its hold. Todd closed his eyes tightly and groaned aloud, doing his best to relax, well used to the feeling of a popped tie. As it did, a squirt of clear, milky cum dribbled from his abused hole, and ever so slowly he sagged to the floor, panting slowly, his head swimming in the sensation and scents.
The otter pulled his chair around once again and took a seat on the other side, facing Jack, Todd on the floor between them. There, he settled one foot flat on the small of the fox's back, the other upon his shoulders. "Makes a fine footrest, doesn't he?" They both shared a laugh at the vulp's expense.
"He does, and loves it too, I know that much." Jack chimed in with another laugh. "Not just this. The dress there, "the roo motioned at the fox's sprawled form, "all that. I know he'll work out better than your other assistant. Oh, by the way," he tapped Todd's muzzle with a foot to get his attention, "did you like the smoothie? I suggested a few fruits I know you enjoy." As his other foot drew up, toes planted right atop the fox's forehead, pads over his eyes, arch settled down over the rest of his muzzle he looked back to Mr. Miller, and the pair shared a knowing grin.