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By the time the day ended, Jacob had gone well beyond the limits he thought he had. Not only had Zander revealed the hidden intentions of the office, but also provided Jacob with a new role that better fit his talents. He surprised himself a bit with his willingness to accept it, but now, lying flat on his back in the middle of the office and covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, he knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

Everything started out somewhat orderly. His energy was quickly spent taking care of the first few who chose to use him, one at a time, however they wanted it. Before long, impatience set in, and those who hadn't yet had a turn grew too eager to wait. Jacob was moved onto all fours to accommodate two at once, or sometimes flipped onto his back to make it easier when someone had to take a dump. His entire body was covered in muck, his holes were sore beyond belief, and his dick hurt to touch with how often he'd gotten off that day. He'd even managed to choke down the dragon's cock again, finding it just as hard as he did the first time. Yet, despite it all, he didn't regret a thing.

As he peeled himself off the ground, a smile was plastered on his face, only somewhat obfuscated by the waste speared across it. It seemed the onslaught of cock had finally ended when some of the guys had taken off and headed home, leaving only Greyson and Zander behind, and they appeared spent. Jacob propped himself up onto his paws, leaning back on them and angled backwards, panting softly.

"Fuck you're disgusting," Greyson said with obvious approval.

"Hell yeah he is. I've never seen someone eat so much," Zander added on, nudging Jacob's swollen stomach with one of his footpaws.

"Or take so much cock. Was that the first time you've been DP'd?" the wolf asked.

Jacob nodded weakly, still a bit out of breath from the day's antics. "Yeah...I don't even remember who it was though."

"Me and Brett," Greyson said. "His cock was already slimy as fuck, so made it easier to get in there. Couldn't knot you though, obviously."

"Obviously," Jacob repeated. "Oh well, you'll have plenty more opportunities for it later. Would make a good video - almost getting caught, you frantically trying to pull it out, but only making yourself harder and more stuck, scrambling to come up with some excuse," he said with a chuckle.

"Glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things," the dragon said approvingly. "Maybe you two can film it tomorrow. For now, though, I've got to clean this place up if we want to maintain any semblance of normalcy around here."

"Right, and I should be heading back home too. Need lots of rest before your big first day tomorrow," Greyson said, leaning down and patting Jacob's shoulder.

As the pair spoke, a look of horror appeared on the fox's face. "Home," he repeated. "Fuck, I have to go home tonight. Look at me, I'm a fucking mess, and my clothes are ruined. What the fuck am I going to do? I can't see Lane like this. Fuck fuck fuck," he ranted, scrambling back up into a standing position and almost falling back over.

"Whoa hey, easy, easy," Greyson said, catching Jacob before he could slip back down into the muck.

"You still haven't told him?" Zander asked.

"No - I mean, how do you tell your boyfriend you're cheating on him with your entire office?" Jacob said, exasperated.

"Just like that, I'd assume," Greyson said, shrugging. "I thought I remember you saying you told him though."

"No, I didn't. I might have said I was going to, but I never did. Fuck, he'll know for sure," Jacob lamented.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Zander said. "Greyson, are you okay taking Jacob to your place to clean him again? It's not far if I recall."

"Yes!" The wolf practically shouted, far too eager to spend a bit more time with the messy fox.

"You take care of that then and bring him back when you're done. I'll clean here, and Jacob, I'll follow you to your place after. We can say you wanted to impress your boss with a home-cooked dinner, and you just forgot to tell...Lane, I think you said, ahead of time," the dragon instructed. "I can be there to distract him and make it harder to notice anything odd about you for a while. Maybe you can slip away to clean yourself a bit more, too."

"Great, but that doesn't fix my clothes. I still don't have anything to wear, and the shops are all closed by now," Jacob said.

"Uh..." Zander started. "Greyson, I know you're probably a few sizes bigger, but any chance you have anything he can wear? Any of my stuff will just look like a blanket thrown over him."

"Maybe? We can try to find something at my place I suppose. Might need a belt to hold up some of the jeans, but at least your build is... somewhat wolf-like," Greyson said.

"This is never going to work," Jacob said, shaking his head, putting his face in his paws.

"Look, it's all we've got," Zander replied. "We need to try something, and the longer we wait, the more suspicious he'll be. You two go, I'll be here when you get back."

"Come on, Jacob," Greyson said, turning and heading out of the office, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Ughhhhhhhhh," the fox groaned, heading out of the office with the wolf. If nothing else, just the trip to the car showed how far Jacob had come over the recent weeks, as neither one of them had any shame in heading outside. The fox walked normally, despite being naked, erect, and with well over half his body covered in other furs' piss and shit. He slumped down in Greyson's front seat again, still dirty from the last few times he'd been in the car, knowing it was only going to get that much worse.

"I know it's not the time for this...but I gotta say, you look insanely hot covered in that much shit," the wolf remarked, giving his cock a few jerks before starting up the car.

"I know, and I wish I could enjoy it as much as you are," Jacob said. Despite his heart not being in it, he brought one of his paws up and wiped his cheek clean, reaching over and smearing the shit along Greyson's already dirty cock.

"Stop, I have to drive," the wolf said, squirming a bit, though clearly didn't want Jacob to stop. The fox picked up on it and kept his paw in Greyson's lap the entire way, slowly stroking the wolf as a thanks for helping in his current situation. Even as they arrived, Jacob only momentarily left Greyson alone. As soon as the lupine had walked around the car, he grabbed the base of the throbbing cock, not even waiting to get inside. Once the front door closed behind them though, Jacob knelt right in the entryway and put the cock between his lips where it belonged.

"You don't have to," Greyson said, lightly putting a paw on the back of Jacob's head.

The fox noisily pulled off, slurping a bit as he did and audibly sucking down the shit he'd collected back off the wolf's dick. "I...I know. I want to," he said shortly before going back down.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to stop you, especially looking like that," the wolf replied.

Jacob moved up and down the familiar length, mind racing, but felt more and more relaxed the longer he went. Not only had the fox become much more open toward sex in general, but it had become a sort of comfort to him. Sucking Greyson off just felt like the right thing to do, and being able to focus on something so fun for a bit gave him some piece of mind. Neither one took it too fast, with Greyson letting Jacob set his own pace, and the vulpine in return choosing to just casually suck. He didn't particularly care how long it took right now - he just focused on making sure the larger male felt good.

Neither of them quite remembered how many times Greyson had gotten off in the fox that day, but it was enough to give him quite a bit of stamina before his next orgasm was possible. The pair stayed there for nearly twenty minutes, not saying a word, just listening to the sensual sounds of fox lips repeatedly journeying down wolf dick, and the occasional splat as a chunk of waste fell off Jacob and onto the floor below. Even as Greyson got close, he never sped up, letting Jacob do the work for him. His cock started twitching, and when Jacob wrapped his paw around behind Greyson's knot, it was enough to send him over the edge. He howled out while Jacob drank the seed like the dutiful slut he was.

Jacob eventually released the wolf's shaft, sliding back along it and pulling off the tip, licking his lips to collect the last couple stray bits of cum and shit that stayed on them. When he stood, Greyson immediately pulled him into a strong hug. Jacob, despite being crushed, managed to raise his arms just enough to wrap them around the wolf's stomach.

"Thanks," Greyson breathed.

"No, thank you," Jacob said, suppressing a belch.

"Don't do that," the wolf chided, patting Jacob's back. "Don't stifle it. Loud and proud."

"Heh. Alright," Jacob said.

"And I didn't just mean thanks for the blowjob. I meant thanks for everything the last few months. You know, if for some reason things don't work out at home tonight...well, I'm here for you. You're a great guy, and even if you're no longer coding with me, we can still talk about it while we...y'know. Anyway, just...thanks," Greyson said.

"Thank you too," Jacob said, renewing his squeeze around the wolf. "You're a really sweet guy, and I love being with you too, even outside the sex. I didn't exactly plan for things to turn out this way, and even knowing you were manipulating me the entire time...I don't hold it against you. You never forced me, and if anything, how awesome you are made it easier. It...definitely doesn't hurt that somehow, you're even nastier than I am," Jacob said, pressing his nose into the wolf's chest and sniffing. It still surprised him just how well-formed Greyson's muscles were underneath his fur, but the fox certainly wasn't complaining about being pressed against them.

"Guilty," Greyson said warmly, rubbing one of his arms up and down Jacob's back. "Unfortunately, we do need to get you back. Gotta face the music sometime."

"Yeah...I know," Jacob said, finally dropping the hug. "Alright, let's do it."

The pair made their way to Greyson's shower in silence, both leaving nasty footprints to mark their trail through the house after the antics in the office today, but they were well beyond worrying about the state of the wolf's home. The shower was by far the calmest it had ever been, solely focused on fixing Jacob's appearance for his return later that night. After drying off, they managed to find an old shirt and pants that were slightly too small for Greyson, but still way too big for Jacob. Nonetheless, he had to make it work, and the extra size on the shirt helped hide his swollen gut. Both of them wanted to say something, but neither could quite find the right words. It wasn't until they pulled up at the office again that Greyson reached back, putting his paw on Jacob's knee.

"Hey...just remember what I said, okay? I'm here for you if something happens," the wolf said.

"Thanks..." Jacob said, placing his paw on top of the wolf's. It was a bit awkward since Jacob couldn't sit in the atrociously filthy front seat, but they still managed to connect. They remained like that for a minute before the fox sighed, taking his paw back and opening the car door, sliding out. "Bye, Greyson."

"See you tomorrow, Jacob," the wolf replied, waiting for the fox to get back inside before driving off. As Jacob made his way back in, baggy clothes barely staying on his form, he quickly met up with Zander, who was sitting in a chair, idle on his phone.

"Where the hell were you? I finished cleaning like fifteen minutes ago. Did he knot you or something?" The dragon asked.

"No," Jacob said. "I mean, I sucked him off again, but it didn't last too long," he lied. "We mostly just talked."

"About anything in particular?" Zander asked.

"Not really. Just saying he was there for me if this doesn't go well," the fox said.

"It'll be fine, I promise," the dragon replied confidently.

"I hope so. Well, let's get this over with..." Jacob sighed. "If you're gonna follow me, I'm at..." he started, only for Zander to cut him off.

"Already got it, your address is in our employee files. It's in my phone and ready to go," the dragon said.

"Alright, then...I'll see you there I guess," Jacob said, turning around and heading out.

Zander said nothing else, quietly getting up behind the fox and following him outside, shutting and locking the office as he did. They both got in their respective cars and drove off, making the short trip over to Jacob's place. The entire time the fox was a bundle of nerves, only getting more intense with each passing second. His clothes were obviously not his, and despite the extended shower, he wasn't quite sure his fur was back to normal with as messy as he'd gotten today. Sitting was still not the easiest thing, and his voice cracked on occasion with the abuse and stretching his throat had gone through. Somehow, if the horse missed all those signs, he'd be able to make it through the night unscathed. Somehow...

As Jacob pulled into his driveway, he looked in his rearview mirror and saw the dragon right behind him, in a much larger car to accommodate his size. When Zander got out, so did Jacob, slowly walking over to the dragon before they went inside.

"You ready for this?" Zander asked, looking down at the fox.

"No," he said bluntly.

"Well, you don't have much time to get ready. We can't stand out here all night," the dragon remarked.

"Yeah, I know...fine," Jacob said, turning and making the long, slow, painful walk to his front door and letting himself and Zander inside. Unfortunately for him, Lane was in the kitchen already, in full view of the front door.

"Hey hon, welcome home!" The horse said happily, before his expression turned to one of confusion. "Who's this?"

'The guy whose dick nearly broke my throat earlier', Jacob thought, but had to suppress it. "This is my boss, Zander. I thought I texted you earlier and said he'd be over for dinner tonight?"

"I didn't see anything," Lane remarked, grabbing his phone and flipping through it. "No, nothing. Well, regardless, it's lovely to meet you Zander," he said, extending his arm and shaking the dragon's paw.

"Likewise," Zander replied. "You have a wonderful partner in Jacob," the dragon started. "He's one of the best we have at the office. Not only does he work hard, but he's flexible too." Jacob shot a glance over at the dragon, unsure if he meant to include the crude double entendre in his compliment, but ignored it for now.

"I believe it," Lane replied. "He's the same around here - always doing his best to please."

"Well, we're very pleased with him," the dragon said, confusing Jacob even more with how the conversation was going. The fox told himself he was looking for reasons to get in trouble though, and eventually realized he was being paranoid about every little word.

"I was just about done preparing dinner, and I think I've got enough for two - if you're hungry, that is, Zander," Lane said, turning back toward the kitchen.

"Two? Are you not eating, Jacob?" The dragon asked, turning and smiling broadly at the fox.

If looks could kill, Zander would have been limp on the floor by now. "No. I'm not hungry," Jacob said through gritted teeth.

"Really? I didn't see you eat lunch at the office earlier," the dragon pushed.

"You must have missed it then," Jacob replied, wanting nothing more than to strangle his boss.

"Odd, I don't usually miss those things. Did you eat with someone?" Zander continued.

"No. I ate alone, at my desk," the fox practically growled.

"Huh. I swear I would have seen that, but oh well," the dragon said, finally relenting.

As Zander finished speaking, Lane made his way over to the table, carrying two full plates of food. Mashed potatoes, peas, and some kind of pasta piled up next to it. "Sorry about the food choice, didn't have much notice. I know dragons usually eat more meat than anything," the horse apologized, setting the plate down in front of Zander and taking the seat nearby.

"No trouble at all. I still feel weird eating when Jacob isn't though. You sure you don't want anything?" Zander asked again, turning toward the fox.

"I'm. Fine." Jacob said, wondering how steam wasn't coming out of his ears at this point. He knew the dragon was a sadist, but this was ridiculous.

"Alright, your loss, it smells delicious," Zander said, grabbing a fork and tucking in.

"Thanks," Lane said after finishing his own mouthful. "I wouldn't worry about Jacob though; he normally doesn't eat alongside me. I'm sure he'll find something a little later."

"If you're sure," Zander replied.

"I am. So, Jacob," Lane started, attempting to change the topic, believing he knew full well why the fox wasn't eating, "I've never seen you in those clothes before, and I wasn't paying a ton of attention, but I...don't think that's what you wore to work today. Something mess up yours?"

Jacob glanced toward Zander for a split second before he replied. "Yeah, I...uh..." he stammered, unable to come up with a plausible excuse.

For all the dragon's teasing, he was willing to swoop in for the rescue here. "Jacob was making coffee for us in the office today, but apparently the pot was faulty. As he went to take it off, the damn thing exploded, and Jacob's clothes were just covered in brown. I mean absolutely drenched in the stuff," the dragon said, stealing a glance back toward the fox and shooting him a grin as he spoke. "Don't worry though, no one was hurt. Just a freak accident. He couldn't stay in the messy clothes though, and luckily one of the other guys had a change with him he was willing to lend."

"Wow," Lane said, "well, I'm glad no one's hurt. I didn't know you knew how to make coffee though," he said, directing his statement at Jacob.

"Uh, yeah," the fox started, "I had to make some in college a few times to stay awake," he lied. "Haven't had to since, but still remember how."

"Huh. Wouldn't have guessed," Lane said, shrugging. "Well, we'll get your clothes cleaned up so you can return these tomorrow," he paused, taking another quick bite. "So, what's it like working for Zander?"

"Yeah, Jacob, what's it like?" The dragon asked, teasing the fox a bit more.

"Well, he can be an asshole at times, that's for sure," Jacob started, making direct eye contact with the dragon, "and definitely pushes you beyond your limits, way out of your comfort zone," he continued, a bit of annoyance in his voice. "But after you do what he asks, you realize it was worth it."

"Sounds like a good boss then, knows what needs to be done," Lane remarked. "Just don't be too hard on him now," the horse said, turning toward Zander as he spoke.

"There's no such thing with Jacob," the dragon replied. "He can take everything that comes his way, no matter how hard it is. If anything, I think he likes the challenge - the harder, the better for our fox over here."

"That's been my experience with him as well, never liking it the easy way," Lane said with a soft smile.

Jacob's fists clenched under the table, doing his best to suppress his anger at the dragon. Zander was clearly trying to rile him up, but why, he had no idea. Everything out of his boss' mouth was lewd in some way, and he could barely take it. He stewed quietly for a few moments while Lane and Zander finished their meals, though his anger never subsided.

As the dragon finished the last forkful on his plate, he set his silverware down and patted his stomach, leaning back in his chair. "You're a damn good cook, Lane. Jacob's lucky to have you."

"Thanks," the horse replied, finishing his own food. "He's plenty thankful for it, I can promise you that."

"After eating that I can see why. It's a shame I can only eat it once! Isn't that right, Jacob?" Zander asked.

"God damn it, shut up! Just fucking shut up already, will you?" Jacob yelled, slamming a fist down on the table.

"Uh...everything okay, hon?" Lane asked, immediately concerned.

"No, he's- ugh," Jacob said, not sure what he was supposed to say here.

"He just complimented my cooking, that was all..." The horse continued.

Jacob sighed. Maybe it was time. No excuses came to mind for this one, and Zander sure wasn't going to be any help now. "No, it wasn't. He...he knows why I'm not eating now, and he's...he's making shit jokes."

"Wait, he...he knows about that? That we..." Lane started, eyes darting between Jacob and Zander.

"Yes. And..." Jacob exhaled, shutting his eyes as he prepared himself to say what he was about to say. "And that's not all. He knows, because...well, he's fed me before. Earlier today."

"I see," Lane replied, suddenly much quieter than before.

Jacob shook his head a little bit. He was already this far in, and it seemed wrong to stop halfway. He felt the need to keep going, to get it all off his chest. "He's...he's not the only one either. I told you about some of the new employees early on, but Zander basically replaced the staff with his friends. Friends who...well, have the same interests we all do. I didn't really plan it, but one thing led to another, and...I fucked them. All of them," the fox admitted, head hanging down low. "I still love you though, more than anything, and it's not like I gave you any less attention here. I just...I don't know, I...yeah. I love you," he repeated lamely.

Lane remained silent, clutching his knife much harder than one normally would. He breathed heavily, chest rising and falling as the information washed over him. The silence had gone far past the awkward stage, uncomfortable for all three males at the table. Surprisingly, Zander was the first to break the silence.

"I'll just...go, shall I?" The dragon offered, starting to shift his chair back.

"No," Lane said quietly but firmly, voice seething with anger. "You stay," he started, before turning to the fox. "You go."

"What?" Jacob uttered barely getting the word out before the horse exploded.

"LEAVE!" Lane shouted, slamming the end of his knife down on the table. "Just...go upstairs or something, I need to have a WORD with your BOSS," the stallion spat, practically yelling two of the words before turning toward the dragon.

Jacob knew better than to push the horse right now and practically ran from the room, bounding up the stairs and quickly ducking into their shared bedroom, shutting the door behind himself. His heart was racing a mile a minute, preparing to hear screams coming from the kitchen any minute now. He sat on the edge of the bed, emotions running wild. How could he hurt the man he loved so much? Sure, he enjoyed it, but was it worth it? An hour ago, he'd have said yes, but now he wasn't so sure.

Downstairs, Lane stood from his chair and took a step toward Zander. The dragon rose as well, standing a good foot taller than the horse, but it didn't stop Lane's advance. "Now for you..." the horse breathed.

"Go on then. Let me have it," the dragon replied, arms out wide as if to invite the horse in.

As Lane got closer, his arms rose in a similar manner. His expression softened, even turning into a smile as he wrapped the dragon in a hug, feeling Zander's paws on his own back in return. "It's good to see you again," the stallion said.

"You too," the dragon replied.

"It's been a while, what, like eight or nine months since we've met in the flesh?" Lane pondered.

"Something like that," Zander confirmed, releasing the other male.

"So, are we telling him tonight?" Lane asked.

"Yeah, I suppose at this point we need to. It's been too long, and his sanity's already hanging on by a thread after today," Zander explained.

"Didn't take the news of the new role too well?" The stallion asked.

"Oh no, he took it fine. Not sure if you could tell under the baggy clothes, but his stomach is full to bursting right now," Zander said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah, whose clothes are those anyway? They're not his," Lane asked.

"Greyson - the wolf in the videos you've seen. They've gotten quite close, actually," Zander noted.

"So I've seen. Seems like every other video you send my way has him in it," Lane said. "Why'd he need them again?"

"Watch the videos I sent you earlier," Zander said with a wink. "The one with him in my office should explain that nicely, and it's real fucking intense. Mostly why his sanity's kind of frayed right now. The other...well, the other is hours of an orgy after I told him what was going on earlier."

"I look forward to it," Lane said with a grin of his own. "Should we bring him back down now? As fun as this is, I do think we should let him off the hook."

"Fine, fine. You should call for him though; he'll think I killed you or something if I do it," Zander noted.

"Fair point. I don't think I could take you if my life depended on it," Lane noted before he walked out of the room, heading over toward the bottom of the stairs and yelling up it. "Jacob? Get your cheating, slutty ass back down here right now." Zander gave him an inquisitive look, and Lane just shrugged. "What? I have to have at least a tiny bit more fun," he whispered.

Jacob slowly made his way out of the room, hesitant to see what the horse was going to do to him. He wasn't even sure the state Zander was in at this point, though Lane seemed to be okay. As the fox slowly walked down the stairs, Lane waited at the bottom, shoving his boyfriend back toward the kitchen as he arrived. "Get in there," the stallion growled, "and sit down."

The fox sat as far away from Zander as he could at the table, for fear of annoying Lane more. At the very least, his boss still seemed to be in one piece, so the two hadn't fought or anything. He waited quietly for someone else to speak, not wanting to say the wrong thing in the moment.

"So," Lane started. "I'm not sure if you heard any of that, but Zander and I had some words for each other."

"N-No, I didn't..." Jacob said quickly.

"Good. That'll make this part a lot more...fun," Lane said. "First of all, I don't know exactly how long this all has been going on, but I know it's been a while. It's not as big a surprise to me as you might think - I could tell you had shit on your breath a few times coming home that I was at least pretty sure wasn't mine. A couple times it smelled like cum, too, when I know you didn't suck me off that morning."

"Can...Can we not talk about this in front of him?" Jacob interjected, looking over at Zander, but the stallion kept talking as if Jacob had said nothing.

"I stayed quiet for a while, apparently long enough for you to fuck the entire office. I might not have your nose, but I knew something was going on. I didn't know how to say it before, but you've definitely been looser lately than I remember too. It's not necessarily a bad thing since you need to shit less for lube, but it's noticeable. But you know what? After so many months of late nights and changed clothes and weird smells, I'm still not mad at you. Do you know why?"

Jacob shook his head, not understanding in the slightest. He expected anger, shouting, and perhaps even violence from the stallion, yet here he was saying he wasn't even mad. "No?" Jacob questioned, not able to come up with even a possible answer.

"Because..." Lane started, though paused for a moment. "Because I've been in on it the whole time."

"Wait...what?" Jacob said, not sure he heard the horse right.

"Let me back up. First of all, Zander and I... know each other. We met for the first time about a year ago, through a mutual friend into scat - Taylor, actually, at your office. Zander had this crazy idea about how he was going to start a new business and build it up with all kinds of guys like us, Taylor included, who were all open and nasty with each other. He'd film it all and put it online, sell subscriptions to it, the whole works. I thought he was insane, but every time we talked, he seemed to have more of a plan put in place, until finally I realized that he might pull it off."

"After a couple months of conversation, things turned toward you. I'd talked about you a bit before, and we shared ideas for things I could do to you in the bedroom, but Zander seemed to want to know more. The big part of his plan he was missing was a bottom for the guys to share, and the more I talked about you, the more interested he was. I remember you saying quite often how you miss college, and a couple times you let it slip that it was because you had a couple different guys who fed you at once back then. I spent a while talking to him about the merits of it, and he convinced me I could enjoy sharing you around as well, that it wasn't just for your benefit. So...after a bit more talking, and since I knew you already did kind of want it, Zander got to work. Lucky for him, he was able to talk your old boss, Tony, into selling the place. It sped things up quite a bit - not only was the office already in place, but so were you. He just had to get his new employees installed, and the cameras and whatnot were easy from there."

"I knew you weren't just an outright whore yet though, so I gave him advice on what I thought would get you going or tempt you to explore more. He relayed it to the others, and they took it from there. They don't even know I exist, aside from Taylor, and even he doesn't know I've still been involved. I've been more behind the scenes, so to speak. Zander would send me videos of your...performance, and I'd give him notes on how to push you along. I do appreciate how apprehensive you were the first time you fucked that wolf, by the way, even if you didn't tell me then. Zander even told me he was coming over tonight ahead of time - you were so caught up in your own misdeeds that you didn't even realize I'm wearing clothes for the first time in...weeks. I figured that alone would give it away. I think that's all though - did I miss anything?" He asked, looking over at the dragon.

"No, I think you got it all," Zander replied. "I do just want to add though, Jacob, that he really did care about you, and was adamant about stopping this if you weren't actually enjoying it. I, on the other hand, was determined to make you into the fox you were meant to be however I could."

"Fucking hell," Jacob breathed, head in his paw as he looked down at the table. "Is the entire world conspiring to turn me into a slut?"

"No, just us," Lane replied with a grin.

"So why all the secrecy? Why not just fucking tell me and ask if I wanted to?" Jacob asked.

"Well..." Lane paused, looking up at Zander, who had the most devilish smile permanently stuck on his face. "This one over here is rather...convincing. Not only was it more to make sure that you actually developed into a willing slut for the office, but as I'm pretty sure you know...Zander's sadistic as fuck. He kind of liked watching you tortured over your decisions. I...kind of have to admit, he swayed me onto his side a bit there. It was sweet watching you so hesitant, but I couldn't really blame you since I was helping set you up for all this. After you got far enough in...it was just hot to see how far you'd go."

"So, you spent months watching me agonizing over this, for...what? So I'd be more likely to be your cam whore? For your own enjoyment?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Lane said. "Come on though, you know you enjoyed it too. I've got...way more than enough proof of that from Zander."

"I mean...Yes...Fucking hell," Jacob stammered. "Here I spent all evening preparing for you to tear me a new one, dump me, cry, punch me, I don't know, yet somehow, I'm the one frustrated with you at the end of all of this. Sorry if it's taking me a while to process it."

"Take your time," Zander interjected. "We gave you quite a lot to process in the office today too," he said with a grin, looking down at Jacob's stomach.

"Oh, fuck off. You and your shit jokes," the fox said.

"Not just shit, you drank a hell of a lot of cum and piss too," Zander added helpfully.

"Oh, shut up already, will you?" Jacob pleaded. He paused for a moment, thinking through everything, and suddenly, something Zander said in the office that day popped into his head. "Wait, earlier, you said you knew I was a shit-eater because you could smell it the first day in the office. If Lane knew about it ahead of time...did you purposely send me in like that?" He asked.

Lane nodded, smiling softly as he remembered. "Yeah, Zander kind of suggested it. He reminded me it was his first day, and if you remember, I was quite...insistent, about you getting your breakfast, and I left it long enough to where you wouldn't have time to brush your teeth. It was even my suggestion for you to wait to do that part until you were in the office. I sent Zander a text letting him know when you'd likely get to the office, and he sent someone out to grab you before you had the chance to clean up."

"God damn it. Seems the entire last few months have been a lie...Today has just been...Wow," Jacob said, words escaping him for the moment.

"Everything from earlier is all on video too, as a reminder," Zander said, looking over at Lane and grinning, "if you're curious to see just how much is in there," he said, pointing at Jacob's stomach again.

"I very much am. Maybe we can watch it tonight, Jacob?" Lane asked.

"What? Why would I want to watch myself?" The fox asked.

"It's hot," the stallion shrugged. "Zander's right. I do want to see how much you ate. It must be a huge amount. There's what, eight tops at the office? Eight in each end multiple times had to leave a massive mess."

"Seven in his ass," the dragon corrected. "I still haven't been in there yet."

"Because you won't fit!" Jacob interjected. Somehow, he'd gotten sucked into the conversation, even though he still hadn't fully even processed what was going on. The sex talk had drawn him back in, and while he was still frustrated with his lack of being included in the decision making, he was at least relieved he wasn't in trouble or losing Lane over this.

"Jacob!" Lane said disapprovingly. "We are polite to guests in this house, and it's only fair that you invite him in - especially after you've done it for everyone else."

"He's fucking huge though! I almost died just taking it down my throat earlier. Wait until you see his dick," Jacob lamented.

"I have seen it. He's one of the few guys I can say I'm jealous of. And stop being such a drama queen. I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Lane said.

"It kinda was," Zander said, siding with Jacob for the moment. "I really, really had to force it in there, and he gagged like crazy. I gave him a way to tap out if he needed it," he paused, assuring Lane he wasn't putting Jacob in real danger, "but he didn't take it. Voice was hoarse as hell afterward though, and he could barely chew my shit."

"Well, then you can do the same to his other end now. How's he going to work for you if he can't even take your cock? You haven't had your dinner yet either Jacob. Seems a perfect setup for us all to have some fun, don't you think?" Lane asked, standing up and beginning to take off his pants.

"I couldn't agree more," Zander replied, moving to do the same.

"Whoa, hang on," Jacob protested, "I found out today that not only was my entire workplace conspiring to turn me into their permanent whore, but also that my boyfriend was the one who put me in that situation to start with. There's a little bit of emotional whiplash going on right now. Can I at least have a little time to process this?"

Lane and Zander looked at each other for a moment before returning their gaze to the fox. "No," they said in unison, dropping their pants together.

"Ugh. Fine. But we're going to have a talk later tonight," Jacob said, staring at Lane.

"After you choke down my shit, and take your boss' dick all the way," the stallion lectured.

"Since when are you so into this anyway? I never knew you to be the type to have an open relationship," Jacob asked.

Lane shrugged. "Like I said, Zander talked me into the advantages of it. And I already knew you were into it," he answered, taking off his shirt and standing fully nude. "You said it earlier yourself - you're not giving me any less, you're just giving them more. I'll have a problem with it if you stop giving me that sweet ass of yours, or if there's ever a day when you're too full to eat from mine, but somehow, I don't see that happening."

"As long as you're okay with it..." Jacob said.

"More than okay. Now strip," Lane demanded, stepping forward and looming over the fox.

As Jacob stood and began removing his shirt, Zander walked around the table and waited on his other side. It didn't take long for the fox to remove his clothes, given how loosely they fit. As they dropped carelessly to the floor beside him, he looked up at the two males bookending him, feeling incredibly small in the situation. He usually felt downright tiny next to the horse at home, but having his boss nearby - who was somehow impossibly larger - managed to make it worse.

"So how do we do this?" Zander asked.

"Well-" Jacob started, but a black-scaled paw clamped around his muzzle and held it shut.

"Wasn't asking you," the dragon growled, squeezing harder than he needed to. "Your mouth has two purposes tonight, to eat shit and to suck dick. You say another word, and I'll fuck your ass dry."

Jacob glanced over to the stallion for support but got absolutely nothing. "Well said," the horse responded, smacking Jacob in the back of the head. "Dumb slut should know better than that. To answer your question though, I figure...on the table? Then you can stand while fucking him, and I can climb up and squat over his face."

"Works for me," Zander said, already picking Jacob up and practically dropping him on the wooden surface, face up and legs hanging off the end. The dragon moved one of the chairs out of the way to take his spot, standing between Jacob's legs and laying his cock over top of the fox's, going up to his stomach. "Oh yeah. This will do perfectly. Slut, you got any lube left up there, you better use it now, because I didn't bring any."

Jacob whimpered a bit but said nothing, knowing Zander potentially could make good on his threat when he was in this mood. He strained as much as possible, knowing he should be able to shit himself with as much as he'd eaten today. A few bursts of flatulence bubbled out, but after continued pushing, the only thing that fell into Zander's paw was a pair of small nuggets of waste.

"That all you got, huh? Wow, someone really wants it dry," the dragon said, smearing the waste on his dick, barely covering any of the surface of it.

Jacob whined louder, eyes shut as he tried to push out anything he could come up with. A couple more farts bellowed out before one was cut off, and Jacob could feel his tailhole plugged. Zander waited, paw at the ready as the fox's hole widened, barely able to stretch around the log he was pushing out. It was rock hard, basically a series of chunks all stuck together, but both of their attention was quickly diverted from that. Once the first log was out of the way, it was like pulling the plug and draining a bathtub. A solid stream of multi-colored diarrhea poured forth, causing Zander to pull his cock back and hold it underneath Jacob's ass, letting the waste completely wash over it.

As Jacob sighed with relief, he rested his paws on his stomach, finally feeling the pressure inside it diminish. Before he was able to completely rid himself of the waste, however, he soon found himself unable to push anything else out. Zander had moved and placed the head of his cock directly in the stream, forcing it against the fox's tailhole and plugging it up once more.

"That's more like it...." he said with a grin. "Don't need this anymore though," he observed, forcefully slamming the log he was still holding down against Jacob's chest, smearing it around. His paw now freed, he took hold of Jacob's hips and held him still, trying to work his cock inside. The dragon felt incredible resistance as he pushed, but he knew lube wasn't the problem with the amount of slick diarrhea still coating everything down there, with more waiting to keep him wet once he got inside.

Jacob groaned with a mix of pain and pleasure as he desperately tried to relax his asshole and let the dragon inside. As Zander slowly increased his strength, forcefully pulling him backwards, his groan got louder. He could feel how dramatically the pressure increased. Just as he was about to tell his boss to stop - practically screaming now - he felt his tailhole give way, the head popping past his sphincter. Mercifully, the dragon gave him a few moments to collect himself, allowing Jacob to get used to the size.

"Fuck you're tight..." Zander breathed. He could feel the fox's heart pulsing rapidly, vibrating his dickhead. No doubt he loved that feeling, but he wanted more. He abruptly commented, "That won't last long though, by the time I'm done with you." Once Jacob's gasping slowed down, the dragon renewed his grip on Jacob's hips and pulled him back into his thrusting hips a bit more, jamming another couple inches inside. The fox let out a yelp at the sudden progression, panting softly as he tried to get used to it.

Seeing that Zander was making progress, Lane took that as his cue to climb up top. He slowly got onto the table, moving himself around until his donut-like tailhole was only a couple inches above Jacob's lips. With his tail flagged, he farted straight into his boyfriend's nose, pucker winking a few times and threatening to rain down on the fox. "Glad you emptied yourself out, hon; there's a lot more that has to go in there."

Jacob gulped as his vision was blocked by horse ass. Despite what Lane might have thought, his stomach did not feel empty by any means. Zander wasn't exactly making an effort to keep him still either, and it was going to be difficult to keep his maw underneath the oncoming shit storm. As he opened his jaw and tried to ready himself, he was jerked backwards again, feeling his tailhole becoming more and more stuffed with dragon dick.

Zander was growing impatient, with only a few inches inside and well over a foot left to go. He shoved Jacob forward a bit, stepping up with him and recentering him on the table, standing closer to the edge of it now. Very slightly, he pulled his hips back, removing an inch or so from the fox's tailhole before he jerked the fox back and thrust forward, causing another scream of pain from Jacob as he was speared even deeper.

The fox's problems soon spread to both ends. Whether an attempt at giving him a distraction or an effort to make it harder on him, the fox couldn't be sure. But almost as soon as Zander pushed more inside, the stallion's tailhole widened to make way for a girthy, solid log of waste. The stallion clearly had no qualms about sharing Jacob now after the dragon's meddling - Zander seemed to be rather skilled at that, converting both of them to his ways. Jacob's eyes were still shut in pain, and by the time his nose told him that fresh shit was being delivered, it was too late. He'd been shifted around too much for his mouth to be underneath it, and the waste touched down right at the tip of his nose. He struggled to angle his head back, trying to collect what he could, but he was only barely successful. Somehow he did manage to get a small bite of the log, but it largely piled up on the top of his head, sliding along his muzzle and flopping over his eyes.

Lane looked down, smirking as he saw how difficult it was for Jacob, but took a small amount of pity and repositioned himself over the center of the fox's maw. Zander, meanwhile, had no such desire to make it easy. Just as the second log fell and Jacob felt it between his lips, he seized it, practically sucking it out of Lane's ass like a noodle. Zander interrupted it though, pulling Jacob toward him and cramming more of his cock inside, causing the fox to let out another yelp, dropping the waste to his side.

Never one to miss an opportunity, the dragon reached forward and grabbed the last log that fell down, causing Jacob to whine a bit as it was taken away from him. Zander slapped it onto the rest of his cock that wasn't inside yet, making sure it was still as slick as possible. Once he was good and covered in it, he took a more consistent approach to getting inside. Jacob was continually pulled toward him, sliding along the table. There was just enough force to keep the dragon's dick sinking into his tailhole, and with Jacob moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure the entire way, the dragon finally managed to hilt himself inside, not sure whether Jacob's stomach was bulged out from his dick or the leftovers of the meal earlier that day at this point.

Lane repositioned himself again, shuffling along the table as Jacob was moved. Finally, as Zander rested with his cock fully hilted inside the fox, the stallion was able to feed his boyfriend. Lane's third soft, mushy log landed right on Jacob's tongue, and despite the pain he was in, the fox collected every morsel. He sucked it down, even managing to swallow some of it whole just so he wouldn't miss anything, cheeks bulged out as his jaws moved up and down through the shit.

While Zander took a moment, pleased the fox had managed to fit him inside, he wasn't content to simply stay there. When Jacob's composure returned enough to start swallowing the waste in his maw, the dragon pulled back, his brown-coated length slowly making its way out and back into the open. He removed most of it, leaving the first few inches inside before he started going back in, a little bit faster than before. Each time his cock slid out with wet squelches, then pushed back in with a wet splat against Jacob's ass, he'd pick up the pace just a little bit. Every few seconds he'd finish a rotation, spearing the fox's bowels on his gargantuan shaft, then making him feel empty all over again.

On the other end, the horse's dump continued, dropping thick, chunky, greasy turds both in and around Jacob's head. Zander's movements made it hard to aim as he slid the fox back and forth, so despite the vulpine working to the best of his abilities, more shit ended up on the table than inside him. No time was given to collect it either, as by the time one log dropped, the next one was already pushing out.

The dragon had slowly managed to build up his pace to what could be considered a casual fuck, though for him, it was still far too slow. The slaps against Jacob's ass became louder each time he pushed himself inside, and Zander had to rework his grip to be able to pull the fox back against him more strongly.

By the time the dragon had worked up to his preferred pace, Lane was feeling himself reaching the end of his bowel movement. The last few nuggets flopped out over Jacob's head, finishing with a ball of shit that landed squarely in the back of the fox's throat. He closed his lips around it, sucking on it like a piece of hard candy for a while before he finally chewed, sending it to his gut along with the rest of it. All finished, Lane slowly climbed back down off the table and stood off to its side, grabbing a mound of leftover feces and smashing it against his cock, giving it a few quick strokes.

"Mind spinning him around here?" The stallion asked, nodding toward the fox.

Wordlessly, Zander nodded and shuffled to his side, rounding the corner of the table and placing Jacob widthwise on it instead of along the length. Now, both his head and ass hung off the two sides, and his back became completely coated in feces from sliding through it to his new position. Almost as soon as he was in place, Jacob opened wide and felt the horse cock sliding between his lips. He needed absolutely no time to get used to it on this end though, and while Zander struggled to get his length fully inside Jacob, Lane had his cock fully down the fox's throat in about two seconds.

The fox was rendered immobile as the two larger males held him down, with Zander holding his legs up high and Lane leaning down and pinning both his arms to the table. Their hips bounced in unison, with Lane matching the pace Zander was setting, thrusting into Jacob's face and slapping his musky, wet balls off the fox's nose, sending flecks of shit into his nostrils and blasting the rotten stench straight into his brain. His nuts slammed down almost perfectly in time with the black-scaled giant sack slamming into the base of Jacob's tail, smashing the fox between the two powerful sets of hips.

Despite the intense tightness around Zander's shaft and Lane's thrill of shitting down his boyfriend's throat with an audience this time, Jacob was the first to blow. His cock throbbed on his stomach, ignored by the other two, but it exploded all the same. The taste of shit on his tongue, the warm pile of it resting in his stomach, and being so utterly, completely full on both ends was enough to push him over the edge. His already-squinted eyes shut tightly as his knotted length bounced a few times, spraying over his chest and chin, even hitting the horse's stomach. As the drops of cum ran down the stallion's abs, it just made it to the base of his shaft, allowing Jacob to get a hint of a taste over the feces dominating his tongue.

Zander was the next to go. What with Jacob's tailhole milking him every time he pushed in and out, it was too much for him to bear, and with a few extra-powerful thrusts that roughly smashed the fox's face into the stallion's crotch, the dragon roared in pleasure as he released a flood into the already-full bowels. He could see his cock jump every time a new spurt came out, lightly bulging Jacob's gut out a bit more than it already was.

Lane was still going. He knew he was the last to blow and took a bit of pride in his endurance. His shaft slipped in and out of Jacob's throat, pulling back until just the flared head was in the fox's maw. Abruptly hilting himself again, he made sure the vulpine had to stay on his toes with the repeated passes of his brutalized gag reflex. It took another couple minutes of aggressively stuffing fox throat with horse dick before he too reached his edge, whinnying with pleasure as he started to fill Jacob from the other side.

Zander and Lane rested on either side of the fox, both leaning over him as they got their breath back. Neither seemed to want to pull out, enjoying the sensation of the warm set of holes called a fox surrounding their shafts. Somehow, nearly five minutes passed before Jacob was the one to make the next move, reaching up and tapping the horse on the hip, signaling his need to breathe. Lane chuckled to himself and acquiesced, stepping back and sliding his cock out of Jacob's maw, letting it hang down in front of him. Immediately, the fox sharply inhaled, desperate to fill his lungs with the oxygen he unfortunately required.

Seeing as Lane stepped back, Zander decided to do the same, though on this end, a lot more happened once he did. All the diarrhea he'd plugged up inside had never managed to escape, and when combined with the massive load that was added to it, it turned Jacob's ass into a fire hose. Zander stood a couple feet back from the fox, yet still felt his legs being blasted with the force of the stream of cum and shit spraying from Jacob's hole. Lane smirked as he reached over and pressed on the fox's stomach, lips turning into a full grin as he watched the stream shoot out a little bit harder, managing to reach high enough to hit the dragon's hanging cock.

As they all managed to get their breath back, Jacob let himself go limp on the table, legs dangling off one end and head off the other, looking like a rag doll as he let gravity take over. He was the first one to break the silence though, still panting as he spoke.

"I take it...there was a camera?" He managed to ask.

"Yeah," Lane replied. "Added it before you got home, up on the cabinets."

Jacob weakly lifted his head and turned it to the side, just making out the blinking red light up there. Once he saw it, he let his head fall back down, still too exhausted to sit up properly. Lane couldn't help himself, taking advantage of the limp fox and wiping his cock across Jacob's cheeks, though it didn't make it any cleaner. If anything, it mostly just smeared more of the waste around.

"I figured..." Jacob eventually replied. "Zander's an ass, but I've only seen that real dominant tone once earlier, when he first used my throat. Once he did that again now, I figured we were recorded."

"Smart slut," Zander said, reaching down and patting Jacob's stomach, causing another couple spurts of cum to shoot out of his ass. "Let's see how smart you are though. We've got one other piece of information we haven't shared with you yet."

"Oh god...you're going to tell me the mayor's designated me the whole city's personal slut at the rate we're going," Jacob said.

Both Zander and Lane chuckled at the remark. "Nothing quite so extreme," the dragon said, "though I love the idea. Remember what I said earlier though? We design the office based on what our viewers want. Kinks, species, even decorations to some extent. Some of the desks have fake family photos on them now for those who really get into that cheating angle. So, I'll ask you - what do you think we're missing?"

"Missing? Felt like you threw everything and the kitchen sink at me today, how the hell can there be more?" Jacob asked.

"Just think about it," Zander said.

"Wait...you said 'we' have more information for you, so Lane's in on it too. The office doesn't have a horse yet, and from experience, there's no fucking way people don't want to see horse cock. Are you coming to work with us?!" Jacob asked excitedly, managing to find the energy to sit up and look over at the stallion.

"Aww, you made it too easy on him," Lane said, shaking his head at Zander. "But yes, I am. I start tomorrow - in your old job, as a matter of fact. It's why I haven't been looking lately, I knew this was coming. And Zander paid you more than enough for both of us. More than I'm getting, in fact," the horse said, looking over at the dragon pointedly. Zander just shrugged, unable to say anything before Jacob took over.

"Oh, fuck yes," Jacob said, sliding off the table and wrapping the horse in a hug, absolutely covering his fur in shit as he did. Lane paid it no mind though, hugging the fox back and holding him tight. "And thank you," Jacob said, turning his head from within the hug and looking at the dragon, "for hiring him. This is going to be so great," he started, turning back to Lane, "especially if you're working with Greyson. He's the wolf you've probably seen. He's got a giant fucking knot, and loves shit more than I do. You guys will be working on projects together, and I can be under the desk sucking you both off, or drinking your piss, or eating your shit, or you can sit on opposite sides of the table and spitroast me, or..." he said, far too excited at the prospect of having his favorite two men together.

"Calm down, calm down," Lane said, laughing, cutting Jacob off before he could keep going. "There's plenty of time for all of that, and much more."

"I do feel the need to cut in here," Zander said. "Remember, there's more than just two guys in that office, and I expect you to service all of them. You can spend time with Lane after work as well, but in the office, there's no preference. I can't have you spending all your time on his dick and leaving everyone else out to dry."

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry. I know how to please everyone. I did it earlier today!" Jacob said happily.

Zander just smirked. "That you did. We'll see how your first proper day on camera goes tomorrow. I imagine it'll be interesting. You can even pretend you've never met, and welcome Lane to the office the same way you did everyone else."

"Sounds good to me. Blowjobs, by the way," Jacob said, looking up at the horse.

"I know. I've seen the videos," Lane said, squeezing the fox again.

"Well, I suppose that's it for tonight. I'm going to head out, and remember, you two - look presentable, but no showering. I expect to still smell this shit on you when you get there tomorrow," Zander instructed.

Jacob looked up at Lane, making eye contact for a second. Both had almost simultaneous smiles grow on their faces, before the horse looked back up at the dragon. "I don't know, it's going to be difficult to remember something like that...it might be easier if we have someone around to remind us..."

Zander took a moment to realize what the horse was saying, but soon found himself smiling in return. "I suppose if you really need someone, I could help with that. It's probably difficult for Jacob too - he's spent all day getting used to taking multiple cocks at once, and it'd be rude to leave him with only one."

"My thoughts exactly," Lane replied, finally releasing Jacob from the hug, but moving to push him downward. The fox readily obliged, sinking down to his knees. Zander walked over and joined the duo, pressing himself against Jacob's other side, leaving the fox with two shit-coated lengths sliding along both of his cheeks. He slid one paw between Lane's legs and up against the horse's ass, pushing him even closer before doing the same to Zander. His tongue hung out in pleasure as he slowly breathed through his nose, enamored with the stench of crotch musk and shit combined, wondering just what the two big males had in store for him next, only for his question to be answered when first one, then two fountains of piss rained down on him.

This was certainly going to be a night to remember.