Open Office - Chapter 6

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#6 of Open Office

Chapter 6! We're just now passing the halfway point (page-wise) in the story, so plenty of nastiness left to come. This one ramps up the filth level quite a bit, so get your cocks out and enjoy.


Things at work couldn't have been smoother for Jacob. Each day, he got a bit more comfortable doing things with Greyson and Taylor in the office, and while the guilt was still there, it lessened a bit each time. He'd still managed to hide things from Lane - at least, the horse hadn't indicated he knew in any way - and at the same time, managed to be a bit dirtier. He'd stopped brushing his teeth in general, finding it easier than remembering when he'd last done it and hoping Lane would believe it was still his shit on Jacob's breath. The fox had to be a bit more careful around the office when he spoke, but aside from that, things were going swimmingly.

If anything, Jacob was enjoying his days at work more than he was before. Even Taylor's attitude couldn't bring the fox down, and he was more than happy to start the lion's day off right. The pair found themselves in the bathroom stall as usual, with Taylor's pants around his ankles and Jacob's face firmly planted in the feline's crotch, smiling to himself as he felt the first load of the day shooting directly into his stomach.

As the fox pulled off and wiped his lips, he flashed a quick, naughty grin up to the lion. Jacob gave the shaft another quick kiss before he started turning himself over, crawling up onto the toilet seat and kneeling there, facing away from the larger male. He looked back over his shoulder, lifting his tail a bit. "You want to put the next load back there?" he asked seductively.

Taylor smiled in return, pleased with the fox's new attitude toward their morning sessions. "You gonna clean me up after?" He asked, stepping forward and placing his still-erect cock against the fox's temporarily clothed ass. "I'm not walking around with cum all over my crotch after."

"Yeah yeah, fine, whatever, just fuck me," Jacob spat, too excited to disagree with anything.

"God, you really are a whore," Taylor answered, reaching around and undoing the fox's pants, dispatching them rather quickly. "Can't believe you ever resisted this," he continued, lining himself up. Pushing forward, he felt himself slipping inside with minimal resistance.

Jacob remained silent, focused on maintaining his balance on the toilet as he felt Taylor taking his tail for the first time. The fox had planned for this though, cleaning himself out this morning enough to where the lion wouldn't find out about his other...interests. It had gotten to the point where Jacob was working out how to fuck as often as possible at the office, rather than planning out his actual work.

As usual, none of the lion's loads took too long to coax out, but he more than made up for it with his ability to go again rather quickly. The pair fucked for a few minutes, already excited after the hearty blowjob, and Taylor was not taking it easy on the fox. They knew the longer they were here, the more likely it'd be they were caught, but that wasn't about to stop them. Jacob could feel the barbs scraping his tailhole a bit as the lion neared his second peak, and soon after, felt the familiar sensations of warm jets of cum lining his bowels.

Taylor rested his weight atop the fox for a couple minutes, getting his breath back and making sure every drop of seed was deposited into the office cum dump. As he pulled out, the small rush of cum quickly followed, dribbling down Jacob's legs. It spilled slightly into his pants, then splashed onto the toilet seat and the floor below. Trying to avoid the cold air now against his tailhole, Jacob eased himself back over and sat in the mess, figuring it couldn't get any sloppier than it already was. Needing no instructions after what they agreed on, Jacob leaned forward and began slurping over Taylor's length, collecting a few tonguefuls of cum and gulping them down.

"Fucking nasty whore," Taylor derided. "Starving for cum, don't even care it was just up your shitty ass." The lion spat down on Jacob's face as he worked, but the fox paid it no mind. As the lion's saliva dribbled down his cheek, he simply lapped it up with everything else and swallowed it down. Unable to resist the sensations of the fox tongue, Taylor then gripped Jacob's ears and fucked another load down his throat, giving the vulpine an unprecedented third load of the day.

The lion panted a bit, pulling out of Jacob's throat rather quickly, knowing the pair had been in there longer than planned at this point. The only sounds were the light clinking of a belt buckle and toilet paper being rolled off, as Jacob turned his attention toward himself to try to be presentable again. Once the lion had tucked his erection away, not completely hiding it under his shirt, Jacob tilted his head a bit.

"Aren't you going to help?" Jacob asked, watching the lion walk away.

"Nope," Taylor said simply, not even looking back as he left the fox in the stall.

Jacob just grumbled. Not only was his ass still a sticky mess, but the toilet and the floor weren't in great shape either. His horny mind hadn't gone away yet though, and he decided he wasn't going to be denied this treat. The fox slid off the toilet seat, lowering his head to it and sliding his tongue along the porcelain, collecting the sticky jizz and cleaning it off. It was difficult to scoop it up off such a flat surface, but he managed to clear most of it. He repeated the same off the floor after, not caring how dirty it was. The last bits were taken care of by the toilet paper, mopping it up and trying not to leave too much behind.

Needing to get back to work though, Jacob quickly repositioned himself onto the opened seat and grunted, pushing out a bit more of the lion's seed into the water below and flushing it away. He dabbed his ass with as much toilet paper as he could, but after a certain point, it wasn't doing much. The best he could do was to grab another wad of it and stuff it inside his tailhole, trying to keep from leaking everywhere as he went back to work. When he finally checked his phone's clock, he realized he'd been in the stall for over an hour, and at least fifteen minutes without the lion by his side.

Jacob sighed and grabbed his bag, making his way to his desk for the first time today. As he did, however, he found far more eyes on him than he'd have liked. Thankfully at least, the restroom was the same direction as the entrance, so most people thought he was simply late for work. The problem though was that Zander was standing before everyone, and two new faces were by his sides.

"Nice of you to join us, Jacob," Zander said, thinly veiling his annoyance at the fox's tardiness. "Anyway, as I was saying: Everyone, this is Nash," the dragon paused, clapping the orca on his right around the shoulders, "who'll be taking over finance for us. Then over here, we have Brett, who's in charge of Anthro Resources," he continued, introducing the alligator on his left. "We've done this a few times lately, so I don't need to tell you all to make sure we welcome our two newest employees properly. Back to work," the dragon finished, abruptly turning and heading back to his office.

Zander never really did spend much time out of that room, Jacob noticed, and part of him wondered what he did in there. Figuring he probably wouldn't find out though, the fox pulled out his laptop and started to work, knowing he was already behind for the day. It didn't take long before he was distracted, however. Almost as soon as his laptop was open, he saw a new chat notification from Greyson.

'Had fun?' The wolf asked, complete with a winking emoji.

'Is it that obvious?' the fox typed back, glancing around a bit as he spoke.

'Oh yeah. I can smell it real good. How many times?' Greyson replied.

'Three...' The fox admitted.

'Geez, I'm gonna have to step up my game if I want to keep up,' the wolf typed.

'You're fine, believe me, you're a lot more fun. And you have...other things...that you can give me too,' Jacob hinted.

'What, you haven't been getting it from him too?' Greyson teased.

'No! I don't go around broadcasting...that stuff...to everyone," Jacob replied.

'Well don't worry, I have a lot of "that stuff" for you later on," the wolf taunted.

'Fuck you,' Jacob replied.

'Later,' the wolf said, looking up from his computer and giving the fox a knowing smile. Jacob just shook his head and refocused on his computer, putting off the horny wolf for a little bit. Before he could get much else done, however, a new notification popped up.

'Hey, Jacob? I, uh, I heard from someone that you were the "welcoming committee," if you know what I mean,' the message read, apparently from the new orca. Jacob looked up and over at the new coworker, but Nash wasn't looking his direction. Frustrated, the fox put his head back to his computer.

Just as the fox started to reply, another message lit up his screen. 'Hey! Proper office fox, love to see it. When do you wanna get acquainted?' The message read, causing Jacob to shake his head again. As he looked over at the gator, he too wasn't looking at the fox, but someone else was. Jacob turned his head a bit more and made eye contact with Taylor, who gave him a smirk and a bit of a wave before turning back around.

Great. Taylor was telling everyone new that Jacob was just there to suck them off. The fox sat still at his computer for a few moments, thinking it over. Initially, he was annoyed. Taylor had no right to tell the others about the stuff he did in secret, and Jacob wasn't sure he wanted to be known just as a sex object. Sure, he was going down that route, but he still enjoyed his programming job, and liked having a brain on him too. On the other paw, Jacob wasn't sure he had it in him anymore to turn down sex, especially in the office with the thrill of potentially getting caught. Without replying to the messages, Jacob sighed and grabbed his phone, making the short walk back to the place he'd left only a few minutes ago. As he sat down, he quickly typed out a message to the orca: 'come meet me in the bathroom stall.'

Not a minute later and the whale showed up, locking the stall door behind him. The large male smiled down at the vulpine, already feeling himself growing hard in anticipation. "Hell of a way to meet a new colleague," he said with a grin, stepping forward a bit more and placing his crotch in front of the fox.

"One of my favorites," Jacob said in return with tired enthusiasm, already reaching up and undoing the orca's pants, not interested in wasting more time than he had to that day. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name though..." he admitted, eyes still straight ahead on his duty.

"And you don't need to. 'Sir' will do just fine," the whale said, grabbing Jacob's head and shoving it against his underwear. Immediately, the fox could tell the length inside was anything but small, and it was only getting bigger the longer his face was held against it. Wanting to see just how big it would get, Jacob twisted his head slightly in the orca's grasp and pressed his lips against the fabric, tracing them as much as he could along the outline of cock underneath. His tongue massaged what his lips couldn't reach, desperately trying to get his new partner to full hardness. After another couple minutes of teasing, Nash finally released Jacob's head and let him move freely, and the fox took the opportunity to lower the whale's waistband and see what he was dealing with.

What greeted the fox greatly excited him. While it wasn't the longest shaft he'd ever played with, it was easily the thickest, stopping only just short of Greyson's knot. The girth on it was sure to stretch his throat, and Jacob was eager for the challenge to prove he could take it. He pressed his lips against the side of the shaft, starting at the base and kissing his way up it, holding the end with his paw and lightly stroking. As his muzzle made its way up, he kissed the tip a few times, swirling his tongue around before kissing back down the other side, making sure to end the trip with a few sucks to each of the magnificent orbs down below.

"Alright, enough play time," the orca eventually spoke, thrusting his hips against Jacob's face. "Suck it."

Not one to disobey, Jacob quickly repositioned his muzzle back at the tip and opened up, taking the first few inches inside. It was a struggle, but Jacob was determined. The fox pushed forward, widening his jaw as much as he physically could. For the first time that he could remember, he gagged a bit as it started pushing into his esophagus, but even still, he never stopped. It was slow and steady progress, but eventually Nash could tell Jacob had finished the job - if not by the fact that the fox's nose was against his crotch, then certainly by the obscene way his throat bulged out around the length.

"Fuck yeah! We got a true fox here. Last place I was at the dumb slut couldn't fit it in either end," Nash reminisced, and despite the harshness of the words, Jacob felt nothing but pride at being able to take it. He made a mental note to show the orca some other time that he could in fact take it in his ass as well, but for now, he had to show off his oral skills. As he pulled off, he kept the tip in his muzzle, savoring the almost fishy taste of the pre assaulting his tongue. Going back down the second time was a bit easier, but Jacob still took it slow as he felt his throat stretched yet again. Aside from just the physical pleasures, as the fox sank back down into the whale's crotch, a growing part of him just felt this was right, and that he felt uncomfortably empty when there wasn't a cock in his maw.

The next time his muzzle pulled off, Jacob left the head in his throat, only letting about half of the cock leave him at any time. He continued working like that, bobbing up and down, head twisting slowly around it to make sure his tongue hit every spot he could. At one particular angle, Jacob could feel the cock throb rather hard in his throat, and he smiled to himself. His tongue attacked it as he found one of the orca's sensitive spots, occasionally pulling off to breathe and to taste the dribble-turned-stream of pre flowing into him.

Each time the fox moved up and down the length, the journey became easier as his neck became more and more acclimated to its use as a cocksleeve. Breathing was difficult, but Jacob managed to find gaps here and there to fit air inside around the massive invader. Almost as soon as he started feeling comfortable though, Nash took it up another notch by placing a paw on the back of Jacob's head and moving him a little bit quicker. The orca's hips started moving to meet the fox's face, and it didn't seem as if he were willing to slow things down.

It wasn't overbearing, but Jacob grew uncomfortable as he struggled to meet the increased demand of the larger male before him. His jaw soon started aching from being stretched to its limit for so long, yet the orca showed no signs of stopping. At medium strength, with medium speed, he thrust into Jacob's throat, putting the vulpine through his paces but clearly in no hurry to get off. After a few more minutes, Jacob started to worry how he was going to keep going. As he was considering pulling off to offer the orca his tail, his heart jumped when he felt the cock in his maw do the same.

With a renewed vigor of knowing he would get his treat soon, Jacob pulled off enough to take a full breath, preparing himself for what was to come. He wrapped his arms around behind the orca's ass as he moved himself back down, faster than he'd done yet, even outpacing the paw on the back of his head. The hips soon sped up to match though, and as Nash got close, the blowjob turned into a facefuck. Wet slaps echoed throughout the bathroom as the pair lost all sense of secrecy, balls slapping harshly against the fox's chin as he continued holding his breath, keeping the cock firmly embedded in his throat.

The greatest feeling to Jacob was when he tried to pull back but found the orca holding his head rather firmly against his crotch. Not a second later, the shaft inside him jumped again and started spraying its seed down his throat. Jacob could feel the warmth flow down his body and into his gut, feeling a mix of relief and pride as his work had finished. As he took stock of himself, he could feel his mind become fuzzy as he went the last stretch without air. That ended soon enough, for Nash pulled back after dumping his load inside the fox. For Jacob, he couldn't pull out fast enough.

As soon as his muzzle was freed, Jacob erupted in a coughing fit. He hadn't realized just how much he had pushed himself during the act, but now that it was done, his body was not happy with him. The fox hacked up a mixture of spit and cum, desperately trying to wipe his lips to keep his clothes clean. Not too long after, his breathing had calmed to a smooth pace as his body met its requisite amount of oxygen.

"Fucking hell," Nash started. "Anything for cock, eh, slut? About choked yourself out there."

Jacob managed to tilt his head upward and put on a weak smile, nodding softly toward the orca. "Same time tomorrow, sir?" he croaked, voice much more hoarse than it was when he sat down.

"If I can wait that long," the orca remarked, starting to try and get his pants back on. "Keep an eye on your messages."

"Will do," Jacob remarked, licking his lips and trying to clean up a bit of the spittle.

With that, nothing more needed to be said. The orca finished clothing himself and left Jacob alone in the stall. Just as the fox was about to get up, however, a small voice in the back of his head reminded him that he wasn't quite done. The vulpine picked up his phone, shot off a quick message, and soon enough the gator he was introduced to earlier had taken the orca's place.

"About time," Brett remarked as he entered the stall.

"Sorry, I was...busy..." Jacob said weakly, struggling to get his voice back to normal.

"Yeah, I can tell," Brett said. "You sound like you've done nothing but suck cocks all morning."

"No, I've..." Jacob started, but despite the late hour, he realized that that really had been most of what he'd done that day so far. "I've done other things."

"What, like anal?" The gator joked, only to laugh when Jacob nodded a bit. "Glad this place sprung for a true slut. Really makes the job that much better. Now let's see if you can handle another down your throat without completely losing your voice."

Jacob nodded in response, already reaching out to undo the alligator's pants, having gotten quite familiar with the act at work. The first thing he noticed as he leaned in, however, was the smell. It wasn't a species thing, as far as the fox could tell - some had different types of musk, but this just seemed ...unclean. His suspicions were confirmed when he finally revealed the gator's crotch and took note of the rather greasy nature of it.

Taking note of the fox's hesitation, the gator smirked. "Been a while since I've had a slut like you to clean me up down there. Hope you're up to the task."

"Yeah," Jacob said weakly, taking the half-hard shaft in his paws and raising it up a bit, leaning closer and wrapping his lips around the tip. Immediately, the taste struck him hard, not used to such a cheesy flavor during his blowjobs. As he worked Brett over into being fully erect, he found a few small chunks of the nasty stuff, forcing himself to swallow those as well. It wasn't nearly as disgusting as the first time he'd eaten shit, but it was still a new flavor to him, and took some effort to stomach.

"Fuck, not even a gag," the gator said, impressed as Jacob's tongue worked over his length. "Got a nasty slut here, I like it."

Jacob remained silent, choosing instead to continue his work. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of his nastier side getting out to everyone, and he wasn't about to prolong a conversation about it if he could help it. After the orca, handling the gator was a breeze, with Jacob easily able to inhale the entire length. It still wasn't small by any means, but after sucking the fattest dick he'd ever sucked, anything was a bit easier.

The fox gave Brett the same welcoming treatment he gave Nash, showing off his vast array of oral skills on the gator, including polishing his cock and balls until they were spotless. About ten minutes later, Jacob added the gator to his list of conquests for the day, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. What caught him off guard, however, was when he pulled off to get a quick taste, curious to see if the gator's cum was as nasty as the rest of him. It didn't disappoint, either - the second it hit Jacob's tongue, his stomach heaved in a desperate attempt to keep it out, but the fox wasn't about to let that happen. He swallowed it all, clenching his eyes shut as he willed himself to gulp down the remaining load.

"Swallowing too - never had a slut that could stand it," Brett panted, his shaft falling from Jacob's lips and hanging in the air between them.

"It wasn't that bad..." Jacob lied, still feeling his stomach rebelling a bit.

"Not what everyone else has told me," the gator said with a grin. "Now get out; I gotta piss," he ordered, stepping to the side slightly for Jacob to leave the stall.

The fox, however, didn't move. After a quick internal debate, he realized if he was going to have a shot of doing something nasty with anyone else in the office, this was likely his prime candidate. He reached out, placing a paw as far around the gator's shaft as he could get it and raising it up again, causing Brett to look down at him confused.

"Slut, no. No more cum. I gotta piss. Get out, I can't hold it after I cum. If you don't move, it's going all over you," Brett warned, but Jacob remained silent. He did move though, but not in the way the gator expected. Jacob leaned in and wrapped his lips around the tip of the shaft again, looking up at Brett and smiling as best he could with a cock head in his mouth, simply waiting down there.

The gator's eyes soon lit up with realization. "Oh, fuck yes. I've never had a slut even try this before after seeing what my cock tastes like. Be ready slut; it'll come on strong," he noted, and as soon as he stopped speaking, Jacob's tongue felt like it was on fire. The burning, acrid piss sprayed across it like a fire hose, bulging his cheeks out obscenely within a second. He barely managed to swallow his first mouthful in time, immediately causing his stomach to try emptying itself again. Remaining firm, Jacob still didn't allow it, guzzling madly to keep up with the gator's intense flow.

"Fuck that's good..." Brett sighed, feeling the pressure in his bladder released, impressed as not even a drop escaped the fox's lips. His head tilted back as he continued pissing, eyes shut in pure bliss as he felt the muzzle on his cock occasionally flex with each swallow. His paws limply hung to his sides, knowing the fox needed no encouragement to continue his duties.

Jacob felt slightly uncomfortable down below, but not due to the harsh tastes. He didn't want to get too heavily into the toilet stuff at work, but here was another guy who was clearly into it. A passing thought told him it was rather odd, with Zander bringing on at least two guys who were nasty, and all five of the new ones, including the dragon himself, were huge buff dudes. The only reason Jacob convinced himself it was a coincidence was that Zander hadn't tried to make a move on him yet. If he really were bringing in these guys to fuck the fox, the dragon probably would have as well, as he'd told Jacob he was gay soon after they met.

Putting the thought out of his mind, Jacob focused on the task at hand, impressed with just how much the gator was able to put out. It was an interesting comparison - Lane certainly had the edge when it came to volume and intensity. Jacob still couldn't handle the horse pissing at full force without spilling some, and more often than not his stomach ended up slightly swollen just from drinking the stallion's piss alone. Greyson was much more focused on scat than piss, but the few times he drank from the wolf, nothing really stood out. Average load - nasty, but not overpoweringly so. Brett though was clearly the champion when it came to the disgusting liquid waste he could put out. Even after drinking for a couple minutes, Jacob had to struggle to keep himself from gagging at the taste.

After what seemed like forever, the stream finally died down and Jacob felt the last few droplets landing on his tongue. He gave another couple weak sucks, making sure everything was out before he fully pulled off, letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Fucking hell dude. You're nastier than I am," the gator said, clearly impressed.

"No...I'm not..." Jacob said shyly, though he knew it was true.

"Fuck yeah you are," Brett said happily. "I've tried my own before and I could barely swallow one mouthful, and you chugged it like it was nothing."

"I mean, it wasn't nothing, I really had to try to not throw it back up...still trying, actually," Jacob burped.

"Well glad to see I can still repulse even someone as filthy as you," Brett said with a bit of pride. "I'll make sure you're never thirsty in this office again. Though, come to think of it, I doubt you had that problem before."

"Not really, no," Jacob said with a bit more confidence this time. "Doesn't mean I don't appreciate it though."

"My treat," the gator said with a wink. "Well, I'll let you get cleaned up or whatever, and I'll go back to drinking as much as I can for you."

"Thanks," Jacob said with a smile, licking his lips in anticipation.

With that, the gator managed to get dressed without issue and left Jacob alone in the stall, paws resting on his overly full stomach. After so many loads and the piss on top of it, he felt a bit bloated, but immensely happy more than anything else. He sat there for a few moments, swishing the leftovers around in his mouth for a bit before he left, trying to make sure his breath didn't smell too much like piss. His efforts seemed to be successful, as when he returned to his desk, the only person who seemed to take notice was Greyson, which sparked another round of nasty messages and a particularly vigorous romp in the conference room later that afternoon.

As another couple weeks went by, Jacob quickly found himself adapting to his new schedule. He'd get to work at 9 and head straight to the stall, not even bothering to stop at his desk. By 9:30 he'd finish with Taylor, 9:45 with Nash, and usually 10 or 10:15 with Brett, depending on how badly the gator had to piss. He'd routinely get to his desk around 10:30, spend the first few minutes talking with Greyson about what he'd done, and put off the wolf begging him to go to the conference room earlier than usual to fuck.

Jacob maintained at least a shred of respect for his work though, and the middle of the day typically was reserved for that. He'd sit at his desk typing away at his computer, doing his best to fend off the wolf's overly horny nature, surprised anyone in the office could be more excited about it than he was. Some days though, Greyson couldn't wait, and as more of the guys in the office were regularly fucking the fox, more risks were taken to be lewd around him.

Around lunch one day, Greyson yawned and stood up from his computer, stretching and looking over at his fellow programmer. He decided to pay him a visit, walking the few feet over and stopping next to Jacob's shoulder, looking down at what the vulpine was doing. "Whatcha up to?" he asked casually.

"Uh...just sending a couple emails," Jacob noted. "Did you need something?"

"Just figured I'd come chat," the wolf replied, stepping slightly closer to Jacob, doing his best to stand as normally as he could while putting his crotch only a few inches away from the fox's face. It was a perfect height, too - Jacob could pull the wolf's pants down and suck his cock if he were so inclined without bending his neck an inch.

"Later," the fox hissed under his breath, glancing around to make sure no one saw anything too odd. "Alright, well what's up?" he said louder, continuing the conversation and trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.

"Just frustrating clients, you know how it is. Changing requirements and all that. Needed to take a break and figured I'd come say hey," Greyson replied, tilting his hips slightly more toward the fox.

"Speaking of requirements," a third voice sounded out, and Jacob's stomach dropped a bit as he turned around to see Taylor walking over to them. The lion quickly took up residence on Jacob's other side, and looking at the wolf knowingly, put himself in a similar position next to the fox. "Hope you don't mind me interjecting, I've got a potential client who's got a few tricky requirements. Mind letting me know if it's possible?"

Greyson was initially annoyed at Taylor's intrusion, but after seeing that the lion was willing to play the same game, he nodded. "Sure. What's on the list?" He asked, turning to face the feline more directly, crotch now directly pointed at Jacob's head.

"Well, first there's..." Taylor started, but that was all Jacob heard. As the pair of males talked, they inched ever closer to the fox's head, almost forgetting he was there. He was stuck sitting between them, unable to turn his head more than a couple inches without smacking his nose off one of two oversized bulges. He tried to focus on his work, but it seemed like Greyson and Taylor were determined to prevent that. Every time his paws went back to his keyboard, the two would take another small step in, giving Jacob no personal space at all.

Soon, the fox realized focusing on work was pointless. If it wasn't the lack of space, the combined scent of two horny males next to him was more than enough to distract him. As subtly as he could, he tilted his head slightly to his left and pressed his nose against Greyson's crotch, inhaling sharply. Soon after, he did the same to the other side, giving the lion a big whiff. Jacob was slowly getting lost in his lust, and before he knew it, each of the guys stepped in close enough to properly sandwich his muzzle between them, shoving their packages against his cheeks.

"Jacob," a voice echoed out through the room, causing the fox to jump out of his seat and turn around, standing between Greyson and Taylor. He had just about begun licking at the pair when he was interrupted, staring at his boss and heart pounding in his chest. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but can you join me in my office please?" Zander asked, the dragon not waiting for him as he headed back to the private room.

Jacob gulped, walking away from his desk silently, heart pounding in his chest. Did the dragon know what was going on? ...Was he going to do the same thing as the others? Jacob shut that thought out, refusing to acknowledge it, worried that the jig might finally be up with everything he was doing here. With some heavy trepidation, the fox entered the dragon's office, shutting the door behind him and slowly making his way to sit opposite his boss.

"Do you know why I asked you to come in here?" Zander asked, elbows on his desk and paws crossed as he looked down at the fox.

"Um. No..." Jacob said slowly, one of any number of reasons flying across his mind.

"You've been slacking lately, Jacob," Zander stated. "When I first started here, not only were you one of the first ones in the office, but the last to leave as well. You got along with everyone and were more present in the office. Clients didn't have a bad thing to say about you, and you finished almost every project ahead of schedule," the dragon started. "And that wasn't new, either - Tony said you'd been the best employee he'd ever hired before I took over."

"Lately, it seems all that has flipped. Now I never see you at your desk before 10:30, though I do notice that you stay late - later than everyone most days. Clients have started complaining, saying projects are delayed. Yet, it seems like you spend almost all your time talking with Greyson or working on stuff together. Something doesn't really add up with as much time as you spend in the conference room - I'd expect you two to get your projects done much more quickly tag teaming them. A couple of the old employees were surprised you still work here when I brought it up."

Jacob's head bowed down a bit. "I'm sorry, sir. It's been difficult - I've been...mostly helping the newer employees out with the problems they've had. Greyson in particular needs a lot of...help, and I spend more time on them than I do my own work."

"That's true - I have asked the newer folks what they've thought of the team here, and all four of the guys I brought with me called you out as a team player. I'm not sure exactly what you're doing to help them, but it must be working. Nevertheless, I can't have these client complaints. If those were gone, I'd be able to look past this. I'm not normally a stickler for things like being here on time, but it's one of a few signs that you haven't been getting your work done."

"Yes, sir. I'll...I'll do what I can. I hope that with the new guys getting up to speed I'll be able to spend more time on projects. You know I can do it; I just have to...refocus," the fox said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"I know you can too. Don't let me down, Jacob," the dragon warned, offering his giant paw for the fox to shake.

"I won't, sir," the fox said confidently, giving a quick shake before dropping his paw again.

"That'll be all," Zander remarked before turning back to face his computer.

Jacob nodded and turned away, heart still beating madly in his chest. As he left the office, a huge sense of relief washed over him. He could do this - he wasn't found out, he just had to work a bit harder to fit everything in during the day. Determined to keep things going as they were, he stopped by his desk and grabbed his laptop, tapping Greyson on the shoulder on his way.

"Conference room. Now," he said matter-of-factly, walking faster than usual as he made his way to their usual space. Greyson wasted no time in following, practically running after the fox to enter at the same time.

"You didn't get in trouble because of...y'know, me shoving my dick in your face, did you?" Greyson asked, setting his laptop down.

"No, I'm not in trouble at all, and he apparently still doesn't know what's been going on, especially in here," the fox remarked. "He did tell me my work has been slacking though, and I need to stay on top of things more. Clients are starting to complain," Jacob explained.

"Oh, thank God," Greyson remarked, relaxing in his seat. As he did, he leaned to the side and closed his eyes, straining slightly as he ripped a huge fart in Jacob's direction, gassing out the fox.

"Dude, come on, not the time," Jacob remarked. "I just said I need to work more."

"Oh, relax. You said you're not in trouble. Besides, I'd been holding that in for like an hour for you, I really had to let it out. Did you want me to waste it?" Greyson teased.

"No, but come on, let's do some actual work before we get to that. I need to keep this job if you want to keep fucking," Jacob asserted.

"Hmph. And here I thought you wanted to come in here so quickly because you were horny," Greyson pouted.

"I am! I mean, I always am, being around you, but I can't just do that. Now let's do some architecting," Jacob said, trying to change the subject.

"Fine, fine," Greyson relented, though not before leaning to the side and blasting Jacob again, causing the fox to glare at him. The wolf just smiled innocently before he opened his laptop up and finally agreed to talk with Jacob about work stuff.

That change only lasted about half an hour. In the middle of their conversation, Greyson couldn't help himself and filled the room again with the trumpeting sound of his ass. He grinned up at the fox, who cut him off, glaring daggers at the wolf again. Jacob slammed the desk in frustration, grunting in anger.

"Fucking stop it, I can't focus like this," Jacob lamented.

"I'm sorry, you know I hold it in for you at this point, and I ate a ton last night. It hurts to not let it out," Greyson remarked.

"Oh well, just hold it a little longer then. We'll be done soon," Jacob said, trying to turn back to his laptop. As he started speaking about work again, Greyson immediately cut him off with another burst of flatulence, though this time his face changed from glee to slight embarrassment.

"Fuck. That...that one was wet..." he said, shifting around slightly in his seat.

Jacob sighed. "Really dude? Soiling yourself?"

"I'm sorry, I'm trying!" Greyson practically shouted. "It won't stay in; I'm practically turtling down there. Look, just go on, I'll keep trying."

"Fine. As I was saying," Jacob started again, only to be cut off by a very different noise. Instead of the blaring flatulence, a heavy crackling started echoing out. Greyson's face contorted into one of pain, trying to contain it, but both their noses immediately told him he'd failed. Once the first log started pressing into the wolf's underwear and spreading around against his ass, he sighed and realized the endeavor was pointless. His face dropped as he grunted, now desperately trying to void his bowels as quickly as possible to relieve the pressure. Log after log of wolf shit smashed around inside his pants, absolutely flooding him with manure. Greyson could feel it filling up rapidly, with waste spreading around his crotch and up onto his tail within a minute.

Jacob sat quietly by, staring at the wolf in disbelief, not quite sure of the reality he was facing. Here was one of his coworkers openly soiling himself in the office, and while Greyson's face was contorted in pain before, it was now relaxed in lustful pleasure. His tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle as he continued voiding his bowels, listening to each squish and squelch as he shifted around in the chair. Jacob could see it bleeding not just through his underwear but his jeans as well, turning the fabric brown already.

As the load finally finished filling Greyson's pants, Jacob shook his head, still dumbfounded at what he'd just witnessed. "Proud of yourself?" He asked, though couldn't help but steal a few sniffs.

"Oh yeah..." Greyson said, paw coming to rest on his crotch and causing another splat as he did. "Doesn't hurt anymore," he said happily.

"Yeah, well, now it smells like a fucking outhouse in here. Anyone could walk by and smell it!" Jacob practically shouted, trying to keep his voice down but unable to.

"Oh, stop worrying, there's only one other canine in the office and he never comes over here anyway," Greyson remarked.

"You don't have to have a canine nose to smell this!" Jacob vented. "It's a massive load of shit right in the middle of the conference room!"

Greyson just waved a paw in dismissal. "Come on, we're fine. Besides, the way I look at it, it's your fault anyway."

"MY fault? How the hell is this my fault?" Jacob asked.

"You knew I had to shit, and you were too much of a prude to eat it right away," Greyson explained.

Jacob froze for a moment, astounded by that leap in logic. "I'm sorry, sir, for my mouth not being constantly glued to your ass to make sure you don't soil yourself," Jacob said sarcastically.

"Apology accepted. Not too late to eat!" Greyson said, leaning back and spreading his legs again.

"Fuck off. I should leave you like that all day," Jacob remarked, moving a chair opposite the wolf on the table and focusing on his computer, trying to shut out the nasty male across from him.

"You won't; you'll come around," Greyson said with a grin, patting his soiled pants as he did.

Rather than continue the pointless conversation, Jacob sighed and just typed away on his computer, ignoring Greyson the best he could. Eventually, the wolf realized the fox was serious, and did his best to focus on his own work, though the constant feeling of waste spread around his crotch made that very difficult.

Jacob wasn't immune to it either. While he couldn't feel it, the smell never stopped hammering his nose. His cock desperately wanted to be free and experience the nastiness, but Jacob suppressed it for as long as he could. When he couldn't take it anymore, the fox reached down and unzipped his jeans as quietly as possible, slipping his length out and slowly stroking it under the table, trying to hide his arousal from Greyson. That too wasn't enough though. Jacob sighed, admitting defeat, and forcefully shut his laptop.

"Open your pants," he said, monotonically.

"What?" Greyson said, lifting his head.

"I said open your pants," Jacob repeated, moving around the table to kneel in front of his coworker.

"Say please," the wolf teased, grin returning to his face.

Jacob sighed, realizing if he didn't play along, he'd never be able to get back to work. "Please open your pants..." he said, exasperated.

"Good fox," Greyson said, reaching down and patting Jacob on the head. The vulpine scowled but remained where he was as the wolf's paws got to work. The smell would be nauseating to most furs, but to Jacob, he couldn't deny his arousal as he waited to see just how bad the damage was. Soon enough, he got his answer. As Greyson lowered his pants down onto the floor, Jacob could only shake his head. It was about as bad as he thought - not only were Greyson's boxers completely flooded with shit, but the wolf looked like he was wearing a pair of brown underwear on top of it even after he was completely naked.

"Whoa whoa, what're you doing?" Jacob frantically stated as Greyson sat back down on the chair, a happy grin on his muzzle and cock halfway out of its sheath.

"What?" he asked, tilting his head a bit.

"You just...ugh. The chair's a mess now too..." Jacob sighed.

"It was already a mess. Besides, you'll clean it," Greyson said matter-of-factly.

"Only because I have to, so we don't get caught," Jacob rebutted.

"Again, could have eaten it fresh!" Greyson said.

"I'm not doing this again. Just...ugh," the fox vented, unsure what more he could say in the moment. He undressed himself fully, not wanting to get his clothes dirtier than he had to. Thankfully, there were no cloth seats or anything in the room to worry about, but getting either of them in a presentable state to leave was going to be a challenge. Starting with the bulk of it, Jacob slowly shifted onto all fours and placed his muzzle above the wolf's boxers. As he put his head down and took a bite out of the mess, he found it at least easier to get down than he expected. Already having smashed against the wolf's ass made it softer than usual, so Jacob was able to swallow more quickly. Maybe it wouldn't take too long to clean up.

Greyson sat back as Jacob worked, cock fully erect as he listened to the vulpine's labored chewing down below, feeling the tongue occasionally scrape against his legs as he picked up his meal. Already nasty to the point where it didn't matter, the wolf wiped up some of the waste from his thigh and smeared it over his length, stroking it to full hardness and coating it completely in brown.

While Jacob started annoyed, each bite of shit calmed him down a bit. He couldn't be too mad at the wolf. Under any other circumstances, Jacob would have been shitting himself right alongside Greyson, or would have willingly just eaten the waste directly from the lupine's tailhole. Of course, he'd have done the same if he knew the wolf truly couldn't hold it, but hindsight was 20/20. So here he was, on all fours and doing his best to salvage the wolf's boxers, still scooping up mashed shit with his jaw and forcing it all down.

When all the large chunks were out of the way, Jacob made Greyson step out of his pants, holding the underwear up in front of his muzzle. He turned them around a few ways, sucking off the last few nuggets that were shoved into the fabric, but clearly they weren't going to be suitable to wear for the rest of the day.

"Uh...think you're going to have to go commando," the fox said. "And even then, I'm not sure you can wear these," he remarked, showing off the wolf's jeans next.

"I'll manage," Greyson replied, deciding it would be a good idea to undo his shirt as well with the paw that wasn't covered in waste and sliding up and down his cock. The wolf set it off to the side, fully naked now and with a midsection covered in shit.

"Well, I think I've done all I can do with...those..." Jacob said, gesturing toward the garments set aside, still far browner than they were to start with. "Want me to start with...this?" He asked, gesturing vaguely to Greyson's entire center third of his body.

"Nah," the wolf said, continuing to stroke his cock.

"Huh? You're just going to sit there like that?" Jacob asked, confused.

"Well, I'm certainly not getting clean," Greyson replied.

"God damn it," Jacob said, shaking his head a bit. "You know we can't leave here unless you look at least a little presentable," he vented. "Even if everyone's gone, getting to your car isn't going to be easy."

"What's life without a little fun? Besides, you're not exactly clean yourself. Half your face is covered in it," Greyson pointed out.

"Don't remind me," Jacob said, licking at his cheek to scrape a bit of the leftover meal off it. "I still have to work after this, and the longer you wait, the less either of us is going to get done."

"Alright, I'll make you a deal," Greyson started. "You indulge me more, and I'll do some of your project work for you. You can still send the emails and pretend you're in charge of it, but I can do the programming stuff."

Jacob froze for a bit, thinking. It would at least help solve the problem with Zander caring about his output, and he did at least trust the wolf to do a quality job. It was difficult to figure out a downside to the arrangement, aside from no longer being able to take as much pride in his work. Still cautious though, he looked up at the wolf. "And by indulge you..." he started.

Greyson's fangs showed as he smiled. "I mean you get nasty with me. This level of nasty," he remarked, pointing at his crotch. "We run to my car after, head to my place, and we'll get you cleaned up there - or at least, whatever level of clean won't raise suspicion at home."

Jacob sighed. He really did want this, even if it didn't feel right. With some doubts still in his mind about just how far he was going with the wolf, he nodded. "Alright, fine. So...what first?"

"First, you lick this clean," the wolf replied, holding out his paw to Jacob. The fox readily obeyed, though it took a bit longer than usual. His already-brown mouth made it hard to remove much of the waste, but after sucking on Greyson's fingers long enough and the wolf finger-fucking his muzzle for a bit, he'd managed to make it at least somewhat presentable.

"Good. Now, place your chin on the chair," Greyson said, lifting himself up a bit, and allowing Jacob to get in position. The fox slid his chin along it, already feeling more of the mushy shit that was stuck to Greyson now transferring over to him. The wolf didn't need to say anything more, as Jacob clearly saw what was coming next. As he settled in, Greyson sat back down, balls resting atop the fox's face and sandwiching his muzzle in between his scat-covered ass cheeks.

"Just stay like that for a bit, but feel free to lick," Greyson said, though he was now muffled to Jacob. The fox's head was sandwiched completely between the strong legs of his coworker. He wasn't moving unless the wolf let him move. His tongue slowly stuck itself out, tracing its way along Greyson's taint and collecting everything in its path, wiping the fur clean and pulling it into his muzzle. He'd only been down there a few seconds, but with how much Greyson was squirming around his face, he knew his entire head was brown by now.

The wolf wasn't about to take it easy either. While he tried his best to work with a fox in his crotch, he strained and grunted, occasionally blasting the fox with more gas, this time directly up his nose. Jacob wasn't one to complain though, sticking out his tongue in case anything more solid came out. One time it did pay off as a few wet splatters sprayed his muzzle, which the greedy fox happily accepted.

While his face couldn't move, his paws certainly could. Jacob had hold of his cock the entire time he was trapped, furiously masturbating to the stench and taste of the wolf above him. After feeling his tongue sprayed with droplets of wet shit again, he pushed himself over the edge, spraying his load across the floor in front of him, but he didn't stop there. Even after cumming he kept stroking, unable to override the lust from being surrounded by so much waste.

After about half an hour of smothering Jacob's head and forcing him to breathe nothing but shit-scented air, Greyson finally parted his legs and scooted back, allowing Jacob a bit more room. "There we go, a nice, marinated fox. You look hot as fuck covered in my shit," he said bluntly.

"Thanks," Jacob said, embarrassed slightly at how much that compliment turned him on. "What's next?"

"Depends," Greyson started. "You have anything in the tank?" He asked.

"Um. A little..." Jacob replied.

"Good. Up here, bend over the table, and be ready to let it loose," Greyson instructed, and Jacob climbed up immediately upon hearing his orders. Now feeling slightly more comfortable knowing that the wolf would take over some of his work, he willingly lifted his tail, knowing what was coming next. Greyson wasted no time in lining himself up and sliding in - with as much shit as he had along his cock already, the entrance was as smooth as could be. Jacob knew he was going to look like an absolute wreck after this, already feeling his fur sticking together as the wolf's crotch met his ass, but there was no turning back now.

Greyson felt his cock jump every time the wet smack of his hips slamming into Jacob's ass met his ears. His knot was already mostly formed with as long as he'd been jerking himself off or sitting on the fox's face, and with as often as Jacob had been fucked lately, it didn't have nearly as much trouble going inside. Greyson was knot-fucking him at a steady pace, really shoving himself in and popping back out.

Jacob grunted as he focused on his own part, clenching his fists and straining to take a dump. It was hard to have complete control over your tailhole when a giant wolf dick was attempting to destroy it, and it took a little time before a bit of fox mess was added to the foray. Just looking on, you'd have no idea it was happening, but Greyson could feel the extra bit of resistance as his pistoning shaft mashed up Jacob's previous meals and turned them into lube.

Fresh feces splattered across the desk and floor as Greyson made no attempt to contain himself, driven wild by the scents and sensations of shit. It became much harder for him to remove his knot as Jacob started shitting, knowing soon enough he wouldn't be able to pull it back out if he tried. The wolf leaned down over top of the fox as he hammered his hips in and out, pressing his nose against the back of Jacob's skull and inhaling sharply, using the waste there to send him over the edge. With one more powerful thrust, he jammed his knot inside and gave a few more weak humps, unable to move much once he was stuck. It was all he could do not to howl, claiming the fox's ass at the messiest it had been so far.

The pair of canines panted as their fun came to its inevitable conclusion, with Greyson keeping his face nice and close to the shit smeared over Jacob's head.

"Fuck you're hot when you get nasty..." the wolf breathed.

"Could say the same about you," Jacob replied. "I think you're a bigger shit fiend than I am..."

"Maybe. I mean, once the thought's in my head...it doesn't go away, even after getting off. Even now I'm picturing myself shoving every fat, greasy turd I can straight down your throat until it comes out the other end," Greyson admitted.

"Geez. Well unfortunately I don't think I can eat quite that much, but maybe if we find some others into this, we can try some time," Jacob said.

"I'll be looking," Greyson said happily.

"I'm sure you will," Jacob said, shaking his head a bit. His anger toward the wolf had dissipated by this point, fully replaced with lust. "I think if anything you're just disappointed that I'm not completely covered right now."

"Good point," Greyson remarked, wiping a paw along his hip to gather some of the mashed-up waste there and slamming it into the small of Jacob's back, sliding it up and down to paint the orange vulpine brown.

"Wait, I didn't-" Jacob started, but sighed when he felt the paw make contact. "Never mind. Shouldn't have said anything..."

"Too late," Greyson said with glee, choosing to take the time to smear even more waste over the fox's back until it was almost entirely covered.

"You know your knot's never going down if you keep doing that..." Jacob chided.

"I don't care," Greyson declared, leaning down and breathing in deep. "I never want this moment to end. I want every moment to be shit. I want to wake up covered in it, go to work in it, sleep in it. I want every fuck to be in a full ass, and for you to eat every damn mess we make and everything I can push out. I want my nose just permanently shoved into a pile of it, unable to smell anything else until another pile's ready for me to sniff. I love shit..." the wolf monologued.

"And I thought I had it bad," Jacob uttered. "I can't believe you only started doing this when we met."

"I know, right? I've missed so much," Greyson lamented, shifting a bit to lay down fully on Jacob's back to bask in the waste.

"Oof," the fox breathed, not quite ready for that much weight on him. "Again, the point is for you to pull your knot out at some point. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," the wolf said, dismissing it. "I just...mmf, I love how fucking nasty it is. The first time I almost threw up, but now, like...I just want more of it. I wonder..." he paused, going quiet for a moment. Jacob was just about to ask what was up when he felt a tongue press against the back of his head. Almost immediately, Greyson erupted in a fit of coughing, spitting it back out into Jacob's fur.

"Yeah...leave the eating to me," Jacob said, laughing slightly.

"How the fuck do you tolerate it? It's so foul," Greyson lamented, still not entirely turned off from trying again.

"Literal years of practice," Jacob said. "I...I started back in college, found out I was interested in it, and slowly built myself up trying my own. Helps a ton to jerk off while you do it, so you start associating it with being horny. It was just a taste at first, then a nugget. I'd let it sit on my tongue, suck on it for a bit, then swallow when I was close to cumming. Soon though...I chewed for the first time, and holy fuck was that worse. I threw up, and let me tell you, it's a hell of a lot nastier on the inside. It didn't stop me though, and next time I tried it, I managed to keep it down. Went from there until I could eat without jerking off, then found a couple other furs nearby online who were into it. Again, took it slow and threw up a few times, but soon enough, I could eat one of their dumps whole. We got to the point where they'd only use me instead of a normal toilet, and I...well, I found I wasn't really hungry outside their feedings. They had enough to keep me going, and by the time I realized it...I wasn't eating anything else. I hadn't planned it, but by the time I was done with college, I pretty much lived off cum, piss, and shit."

"Fuck, dude. Do you even remember what normal food tastes like?" Greyson asked.

"Not really. Like I've said, I've got a horse at home, so it's pretty common that corn or something's in his shit, but it's kinda hard to tell you what just that tastes like. It's hard to remember sometimes that it's not normal," Jacob remarked.

"In what way?" Greyson said, tilting his head.

"Well like, I can't exactly talk about it. A normal response to 'do you want to grab something to eat?' is not 'no, my boyfriend shat down my throat already today'. I always have to make up some kind of excuse for why I can't, or why I'm not hungry. If I'm not constantly on my toes, people will find out how nasty I am."

"Sounds tiring," Greyson admitted. "Well, you've always got furs like me you can talk to about it. You don't have to hide anything here."

"Thanks," Jacob said with a smile, realizing that was probably more true than the wolf realized - even Lane didn't know about everything Jacob was up to these days.

"Unfortunately, though, talking like that does absolutely nothing for getting rid of my knot," the wolf said with a grin, giving it a tug to show how it was still firmly lodged in place, making the fox grimace.

"Great. Well...guess there's not much else to do but wait..." Jacob sighed.

"For you, anyway. I can still work I suppose - that was the deal. Need you to lick me clean again though," he said with a small chuckle, holding his paw around for Jacob to lap at it.

"Sure," Jacob said, sticking his tongue out and running it over the wolf's paw again. He smiled softly to himself as the taste of shit hit his tongue once more, renewing the flavor he adored. After cleaning, he laid his head down on the desk, unable to do much else for the moment. The sounds of Greyson typing away off to the side eventually lulled the fox off to sleep, worn out after the day's escapades. He snored lightly, causing Greyson to smirk as he stayed busy on the computer, trying not to wake the fox.

By the time Jacob came to, it was time to leave. He'd somehow managed to stay asleep, awkwardly bent over the desk with his ass hanging off the edge of it. The first thing he noticed though was the cool air on his tailhole, feeling rather chilly compared to the searing heat of the wolf's flesh that formerly occupied that spot. Jacob practically shot up as he realized he was empty, turning around and relaxing upon still seeing Greyson there. He needed to make sure the wolf wouldn't leave him alone in this mess.

"Welcome back to the conscious world," Greyson snarked, still erect and covered in his waste. The wolf had seemingly stopped working, sitting in the chair and idly stroking himself with the freshly released cum and shit from Jacob's tailhole. A puddle had formed on the ground as nothing remained to keep the mess inside the fox, and Jacob could easily feel it down the back of his legs. As he shifted and tried to sit up, he licked his lips, realizing there was a bit more flavor there than when he took his nap as well.

"Did...did you cum on my face while I was sleeping?" He asked.

"Yeah, didn't want to wake you, but I couldn't resist. I managed to pull out, but it just smelled...mmf, so fucking nasty, and I had to get off again. You don't mind, do you?" Greyson asked.

"No...I guess not. Just disappointed I wasn't awake for it," Jacob assured, licking at his lips again.

"Noted, wake you up next time," Greyson said with a grin.

"What time is it anyway?" The fox asked.

"Nearly six. You were out almost three hours," Greyson said.

"Fucking hell...I suppose everyone is gone at least?"

"Yeah, I think so. I poked my head out at one point and didn't see anyone, and no one's online on chat anymore at this point. We should be good," Greyson relayed to the fox.

"Alright...now we just have to not drip everywhere..." Jacob lamented.

"More a you problem than me," Greyson noted, taking hold of his shit-caked boxers and pulling them back up, soon followed by his heavily browned pants.

"Oh, come on, you can't leave me naked alone," Jacob whined.

"I can and will. Besides, I prefer this view," Greyson said with a grin.

"Yeah, well I can't get mine dirty, and I don't have a change," Jacob vented.

"Sucks to be you," Greyson continued, teasing the fox. "Not like you could get dressed yet anyway, you've got a lot more cleaning to do," he remarked, gesturing to the floor and chair around them.

"Ughhh...Well, what about your car?" Jacob said, hopes suddenly rising. "I can't get that all messy!"

Greyson just widened his smile. "Sure you can. I'm all in on this shit stuff - if I didn't have to work I wouldn't shower again. You can shit all over my car, I don't care."

"God damn it," Jacob muttered, already shifting down onto all fours. "Well, you win I suppose," he said, sticking his tongue out and gliding it across the floor.

"Damn right I do," Greyson said victoriously, standing to the side and resisting the urge to take his cock out again. With the mess they made, it took nearly half an hour for Jacob to clean up with only his tongue. The stench was unmistakable, but as far as the fox could tell, there was nothing left visible to explain it. The wolf had kindly packed up Jacob's clothes, putting them and his laptop into the nearby bag before doing the same to his own. He busied himself with his phone while the fox continued cleaning, only to tuck it back in his pocket when Jacob finally stood up once more.

"Alright...done..." Jacob breathed, his jaw hurting a bit from so much work.

"Nice," Greyson remarked. "Well, if we weren't clear before, we are now. Let's go."

"I swear if you get me caught..." Jacob warned, but Greyson knew it was an empty threat.

"You'll be fine. Your stuff's all here. I got it, now let's go," the wolf said, opening the door to the conference room and waiting for Jacob to go.

"You go first, I need to follow you to your car," Jacob said.

"Aww. You don't want to wander around in the parking lot trying to find it?" Greyson teased, reaching down and smacking Jacob's ass.

"No, I don't. Now go," he insisted, and Greyson finally relented.

"Come on, we're alone," he said, wandering out into the open area of the office and seeing no one around. Jacob soon followed, still hiding behind furniture where he could and making a futile attempt to cover his erection when he couldn't. Worried or not, he was still covered in shit, and his cock wasn't going to ignore that. As they made it to the front door of the office, Jacob could see the parking lot outside. Thankfully at least it wasn't connected to a main road, but anyone in a nearby building could see down there.

"Go on, go to your car," Jacob said, pushing Greyson in the back a bit. "I'll run after once I see where it is."

"Alright, alright, keep your...well, I was going to say keep your shirt on, but..." the wolf trailed off.

"Asshole," Jacob said, shoving Greyson again.

Greyson made his way out the front door, taking his time and leisurely strolling to his car. Even clothed, the wolf was still obviously covered in shit, but he seemed not to care. Jacob grew more nervous as time went on, frantically looking over his shoulder, hatred for the wolf growing by the second as he seemed in no rush to get in his car. After nearly three minutes of wandering the parking lot, Greyson relented and entered the driver's side of his car, tossing the bags in the back.

Jacob, taking that as his cue, burst out of the front door of the office at a full sprint. His cock bobbed up and down as he ran, eyes on nothing but the passenger-side door of Greyson's car. As he came up to it, he seized the handle and pulled to no avail. Immediately, his fist made contact with the window, making the wolf unlock it. Even after finally getting inside, Jacob was still nervously looking around, waiting for someone to show up and ask just what he thought he was doing, running around outside in such a state. After thirty seconds or so, he finally calmed down, seeing no one coming.

"Thank fuck that's over," Jacob noted, still breathing somewhat fast, feeling himself smearing against the car seat as he let his body sink down a bit.

"You'd think so, but no. I took a while just trying to find a random car that was unlocked - this isn't mine," Greyson replied with a grin.

"What?! What the fuck?!" Jacob shouted, but Greyson seized his arm before the fox could get back out of the car.

"Relax, bitch, chill. It's mine, I'm just messing with you," the wolf said.

Jacob breathed heavily for a few minutes, struggling to get himself to calm down again. "I swear I'm gonna kill you one of these days," he panted.

"Sure, sure," Greyson said dismissively, starting up the car and pulling away, making the familiar journey back to his house.

Jacob sat quietly for a couple minutes, annoyed with the wolf but even more annoyed at himself for believing such an obvious lie. Not only did Greyson bother putting the bags in the back, but Jacob clearly saw the lights flash as the car was unlocked. His nerves had gotten the better of him, but as it usually did, things seemed to have worked out for the fox.

"You, uh...you live far from here?" he asked, finally breaking the silence as he looked over toward the wolf.

"Not too far, few minutes. I'll drop you back off at the office after we get you clean," he suggested.

"Thanks...Oh, fuck," Jacob said, mind immediately distracted. He quickly turned around and reached for his bag, fumbling around until he found his phone inside and frantically fired off a quick text.

"What was all that about?" Greyson asked, tilting his head a bit after watching the frantic fox in silence.

"Had to tell Lane I was working late. Normally I'm home by now," Jacob said.

"Ah. Smart," Greyson replied.

"Anyway, thanks again..." Jacob said, trailing off.

"My pleasure - literally," Greyson said with a grin.

"And mine," Jacob agreed, his cock still not having gone down.

With everything the pair had talked about that day, nothing more really needed to be said. Jacob eventually turned his head and focused out the window, still feeling slightly bad about messing up the wolf's car so much, even if Greyson was doing the same thing on the other side. Before they could arrive, however, Jacob was woken from his reverie by a stream of liquid hitting him in the back of the head.

Determined to prove how nasty he'd become, Greyson had fished his cock out at a red light and pointed it in Jacob's direction, letting his powerful stream loose all over the fox and the seat around him. The fox immediately sprang into action when he realized what was happening, laying across the front of the car and shoving his muzzle around the tip of the shaft, guzzling down the urine like there was no tomorrow.

With his cock now safely in Jacob's maw, Greyson's paw returned to the steering wheel. He smiled as he looked over and saw Jacob's shit-covered fur now dripping piss, thinking the vulpine looked a lot better that way. He truly didn't care about the state of his car now, knowing that if anything, it was going to end up like this a lot more often now after his arrangement with the fox earlier.

The pissing didn't last all that long, but by the time it was done, the wolf had pulled up into his driveway. His paw rested on the back of Jacob's head for the remainder of the drink, debating just keeping him down there until he'd fucked another load into his throat. He decided against it, however, and let Jacob up when the urine had stopped flowing.

Knowing the drill by now, and that complaining wouldn't help, Jacob waited for Greyson to go inside. When he saw the door open, he sprinted across the front yard after the wolf. Once behind the shut door, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he wasn't about to go out in public again in his current state.

"Normally I'd offer you a bite to eat or something," Greyson said with a chuckle.

"Hey, if you've got something..." Jacob started, moving his paw over to the wolf's ass and giving it a squeeze, "I could eat."

"Who's the shit fiend now?" Greyson teased. "Besides, I think you ate everything that isn't on us already."

"Can't hurt to ask for more," Jacob said.

"Slut," Greyson said simply. "You're such a whore behind closed doors. No pressure from work or anything, and I daresay the only reason you're not choking down my cock is because you're waiting to see if I can push anything out the other end."

"Maybe," Jacob said, dropping to his knees. "But now that I know that's not possible... I do owe you for the ride, and for letting me get cleaned up here."

"Nope. You don't owe me for any of that," Greyson said, taking a half-step back from the fox. "We've gotta work on this slutty nature though," he said.

"What do you mean? I thought you liked it," Jacob replied, confused.

"I do, and I want more of it. I want you walking around in public like this without a care in the world. So no, you're not giving yourself the excuse of 'you owe me' to suck my dick. Tell me you want it," Greyson ordered.

"I... I want to suck you off?" Jacob said more as a question than anything.

"Not good enough. Be loud and proud," Greyson said, removing his clothes as they talked, showing off the prize to Jacob for obeying.

"I want to suck your cock!" Jacob exclaimed, putting some effort into it. "God, it feels so empty, in both ends, without a dick in there. I want to suck your dick because I fucking love it. If I can't eat shit, then I'll take the next best thing, a dick down my throat and a pair of nuts slapping my face so hard I might end up unconscious."

"Good. And what're you?" Greyson asked, stroking himself slightly as he stepped closer to the fox.

"I'm a whore!" Jacob shouted, but the wolf didn't move.

"Not good enough. What are you?" He asked again.

"I'm a whore, a fucking slut! I live for dick," the fox cried.

"Almost. A bit more," Greyson urged.

"I'm...I'm..." Jacob started, desperate to close the distance and shove his face into Greyson's crotch. "I'm a fox! I'm the fucking king of the sluts, a disgusting toilet, and I'm proud of it. No one fucking takes dick better than I do, and it's not even close. Now get the fuck over here and fuck my throat until I pass out," Jacob begged.

Greyson smiled, pleased with Jacob's attitude toward himself now and stepped forward, doing precisely what was asked. The wolf took hold of the fox's ears and jammed himself inside, slamming himself home with each thrust, massive sack slapping off Jacob's face each time. After the buildup in the car and watching Jacob clean for so long at the office, it didn't take long for him to fuck another load into Jacob's stomach. Barely five minutes passed before Greyson finally felt free enough to howl in pleasure, unconstrained by the office as he let loose in Jacob's throat, lodging his cock down it for as long as possible. He only pulled back when he felt the fox going slightly limp, losing consciousness from lack of air, well after he'd stopped cumming.

Jacob slumped to the floor after the load was pumped in him, breathing heavily as his eyes remained a bit unfocused. Despite it all, he managed to get his thoughts together. He breathed out a quick "Thank...you..."

"No problem, slut," Greyson panted. The wolf stooped down and picked Jacob up, effortlessly carrying the vulpine up the stairs and into the shower. It took a while with as nasty as they were, but after much scrubbing and washing while trying not to get the other one too horny, Jacob was finally in a clean enough state where he could return home. The pair made small talk as the fox got dressed once more, with Greyson choosing to remain naked. The vulpine was nervous as they made their way back out to the car, but Greyson strolling nude in public didn't seem to faze the wolf in the slightest, and eventually ended up in the driver's seat again. Jacob had to sit in the back, unwilling to mess up his clothes with the mess he'd left in the front seat.

While the vulpine was certainly cleaner, he hadn't yet washed his mouth out, knowing that being too clean would certainly set off red flags. As the pair made it back to the parking lot, Greyson unexpectedly leaned back between the seats and pulled the fox into a goodbye kiss, complete with plenty of tongue.

As they separated, Greyson coughed again. "Still have no idea how you can stand the taste."

"I'll help you practice," Jacob remarked.

"You promise?" Greyson asked hopefully.

"Oh yeah. But between the two of us, I stay the toilet. You can eat from other guys," Jacob said.

"Deal. Well, until tomorrow then?" Greyson said.

"Until then," Jacob confirmed. "Have a good night."

"You too," the wolf replied, and soon was on his way home again.

Jacob sighed as he made his way back to his car, sitting in the driver's seat for a while before he took off. Today was the most hectic it had been yet, but if he was honest, it was also the most exhilarating. If Greyson held up his end of the bargain, Jacob could keep fucking to his heart's content while the wolf handled most of the work. 'Oh yeah,' the fox thought to himself, 'this is going to work out beautifully.'