Luka by Faora

Luka

Faora, Anal, Fox, M/M, Oral, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf

#17 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!

Hey there, furballs! Welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2011! That's right! Another year, another five stories wrapped about five pieces of music that I'm particularly fond of. And this is a big year, too! We're doing something a little different, and it all starts today.

The format's the same: five stories, each uploaded at midnight from the 21st to the 25th, culminating in a much larger, plot-driven story on Christmas day. But this year's going to see the end of that Christmas day series. Yep, the end of Ryan and Cameron's story comes this year! So what happens next year? Is there no more Christmas musicy porn from me? Well, I hope there is! Thus, the story below!

Luka is not just a part of the Christmas Special this year, but it's a prologue of sorts for what you'll be seeing take the place of the Ryan and Cameron story next year. You'll be introduced to the protagonist of the series, he'll be established for the series itself, and of course, he'll have sex. Delightfuly yummy gay fox sex. Well... fox-sex. Is there any other kind?

So here now, on December 21st, 2011, I hope you enjoy the first story of the 2011 Christmas Special, Luka!

Ol' Saint Fae

Luka

Late again.

Lucas sighed as he remote-locked the little blue hatchback at his back. A slow turn brought the vehicle back into view, and the fox stared down at his reflection in the window. Tired brown eyes stared back at him, black-tipped ears drooped. Short, slender fox. Oh, how unique. Oh, how special.

A paw brushed down the nondescript shirt about his chest, and Lucas muttered a curse as the paw revealed a spot of red in the folds of the fabric. Shit. He thought he'd gotten it all. His muzzle twinged with half-remembered pain before his conscious mind fought it back. As he fought the urge to sigh yet again, Lucas turned away from the car and up the sidewalk. The fox had a job to do, and his clientele and boss wouldn't be happy if he was any later than he already was.

Double doors. Nondescript, like his shirt. Like the fox himself. Lucas briefly wondered in an odd, idle moment what it would be like to be the door. Unfeeling, uncaring. Just used for the whims of others, replaced when it broke down. A bitter smirk curled his muzzle for a moment. It was almost exactly like him. He just still felt and cared, that was all.

Beyond the doors looked just like the lobby for an expensive hotel. Fountains bubbled in the corners of the rooms, with potted plants providing a certain level of colour for an attractive - if bland - marbled floor and walls. The counter that waited at the end of the lobby was staffed, and the gray-furred rabbit that sat there looked up as Lucas strode in and walked towards him. "Late again, huh Lucas?"

"Well, you know me, Sam," the fox tiredly replied. He didn't have the strength for games. Didn't have the strength to fight. "The boss isn't looking for me, is he? I've been way too late too many times this week. My own dumb fault."

The rabbit's eyes roamed slowly up and down Lucas, from the tips of those drooping ears to the belt around his black dress pants. They fixed on the collar of Lucas' shirt, even as Lucas tried to adjust it. "Doesn't seem like it's been your fault," Sam tentatively offered.

"Can't be anyone else's," Lucas replied with a shrug. He glanced around to the left of the counter, where a staff door was hidden away behind some palm fronds. "Look, I need to get in and get ready. I have a client in ten." He paused for a moment as Sam slowly nodded. "And if the boss is looking for me, just... ah, hell. Point him towards me. I'll deal with it."

"Will do, hon. Take it easy tonight, alright? If you wanna talk..." The concern in Sam's voice faded from Lucas' awareness as he hurried towards and through the little staff entrance. It was appreciated, of course, but it wasn't needed. He was fine. Just a little late. His fault. His fault, yet again.

It'd be okay in ten, though. As Lucas quickly slipped into an side room empty of people and full of clothing racks, he began to disrobe. Nondescript shirt came up and over his head, and unbuckled pants slid down towards his ankles. He kicked them off with his shoes, and his toes stripped the socks off as he looked down. Nondescript fox, all bare. Lucas looked himself over, lifted his arms and twisted about. Raised up his tail, curled it back and forth. Short, slender fox. How special.

Lucas sighed and rolled his shoulders back in an attempt to relieve some of their tension. He may not have been all that special, but there's always a place for a short, slender fox: underneath a bigger guy. Lucas wasn't smart. Lucas wasn't strong. But Lucas did have a fuckable tailhole, and the body to make it work. It was all he was good for. He was just a damn fine cocksleeve.

His ears drooped a little further as he looked himself over in the mirror for a moment. "Won't get anyone done by just standing around here lookin' at myself," he muttered, before he turned to the clothing racks. He wracked his brain as he tried to remember the details of his client. Older male. Wolf. Big wolf, if memory served. Jarred, or Jaime, or something like that... he was always so bad with names Took him months to even learn his boss' name properly, and most all of his exes had taken just as long.

He was a gentle wolf, though. No illusions about what he was there for, no particular flair for the dramatic. Some clients wanted costumes or acting. That wolf was always just there for the basics. Just there for a nice fox.

As he swept a paw through the rack, Lucas' fingers came to rest on an auburn silk robe the same colour as his fur. A genuine smile - the first in a little while - touched his muzzle as he swept the robe out of the rack and slid it on in a single, smooth motion. It felt nice. Warm. Lucas hugged himself before he tied the robe off to cover his modesty, aware of exactly how long he'd be keeping both robe and modesty. With the clothing sorted, he kicked his own clothes off to the side where no one would trip over them. No one else needed an excuse to be as clumsy as him. Not that they would be, if it was his fault. But then, it was always his fault.

Lucas made his way out of the change room and held his head high. He forced his ears up to perky points, and even his tail twitched and hiked itself up through a slit in the back of the robe. To anyone who saw him, he would be the very model of a calm, collected fox on his way to a bath, or perhaps the most casual business meeting in the history of the world. He looked like everything he wasn't. He looked like someone without the bruises and cuts. He looked like a fox who wasn't worried about having a potentially broken muzzle. He looked like someone happy with their life, rather than resigned to being a whore for another night.

As he reached the end of the corridor, the fox made his way into a small elevator and punched the third floor button. He could have had it worse, of course. He could have been made to work at one of the less-than-reputable brothels around town. Lucas had been lucky enough to have a friend - Sam, in fact - who had worked as a receptionist in one of the largest hotels in the town. The hotel itself hadn't been hiring, but Sam had let on that there were other avenues in the hotel that could be explored. The forty-seven floor hotel and apartment complex had three floors between the lobby and the first hotel suites. In those three floors, Lucas got to his work.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Lucas stepped out and took a deep breath as he strode down the hallway. It was a good deal, really. The state didn't have any sort of bans on prostitution, but there was still a stigma about it. The boss of the place ran both the sex trade and the hotel, and he made sure to keep both aspects of the business as classy and respectful as possible. It was a kindness that Lucas was thankful for. It made the business of selling his body and his sex for money just that much easier to deal with.

Just as Lucas was about to round a corner to a half-remembered suite he needed to meet his wolf at however, a large and imposing shadow fell across his front. Lucas instinctively cringed back, with ears flat and tail immediately tucked down between his legs. A pitiful little squeak even slipped past his muzzle before he recognized the massive, black-suited equine in his path. "Mister Carter, I-"

"Jesus Christ, Lucas... calm down, okay? It's alright; it's just me." The chestnut equine's features were locked in a state of concern as he reached slowly down towards the fox he dwarfed. His hand patted lightly on Lucas' shoulder as the vulpine began to relax slightly. "What'd he do this time?"

The urge to cringe again was almost too strong to bear. "He didn't do anything, Mister Carter. I just-"

"You just nothing, kid," Carter interrupted again, and there was a hint of anger in his voice that made Lucas take a step back again. "Look, on a business level? I can't have your boyfriend roughing you up before you come to work, alright? I don't give a rat's ass if you're not gonna admit it to anyone; I read between the lines, and I've been there. Right? He can't do that shit, cause it's gonna cost me business."

If Lucas' ears could droop any lower, they would have. Just an object. Just a tool to fuck and make money from. That's all he was. That's all he was good for. "I'll work harder, Mister Carter. I won't let it happen again, I promise."

Carter's expression softened again as he gave Lucas' shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You shouldn't have to, kid. Shouldn't have to." He looked back down the corridor behind him before he turned back to Lucas. "Look... you're the best boy I've got. You know that, right? You're good. You're great at this. I need you, and I need you to be okay."

"I'm okay, Mister Carter," Lucas said. He tried to make his voice sound strong, sure. He wasn't quite sure if it worked.

The equine's expression gave away that it hadn't, but Carter was obviously willing to accept it for the moment. "Alright. John's got you for two hours, but then you've got an hour before your next client. You take thirty, get yourself cleaned up and ready for him, and then come see me in my office. Alright? I've got something I need to discuss with you, and it's pretty damn important. Your future and mine, that kinda stuff."

John, that was the name. At least John was a somewhat odd and gentle client; he often spent half of his time with the fox just snuggled up and easing into things while they talked. He got something out of his time with the little vulpine whore that others just didn't. Lucas nodded once. "I won't be late, Mister Carter. I promise."

"Well, it's fine if you are," Carter replied with a smirk. "John's a good guy, and he constantly raves about you to me. If he wants to keep you back for a little extra time, I'll reschedule your other appointments. He'll pay better than the others, anyway." He let go of Lucas' shoulder as he rounded the fox and headed for the staff elevator, but he stopped and turned back a moment. "Try to have fun, Lucas. Come see me when you can."

Lucas just nodded once. "I will, sir. Thank you, sir."

As Carter turned away again and headed for the elevator, Lucas breathed a long, slow sigh of relief. For all that the big horse said about his skills in that line of work, it was impossible for Lucas to truly believe that he had any real worth. After all, when it came right down to it? He was still just a whore. A well-paid whore in a classy establishment, but a whore nonetheless.

The fox rounded the corner, and found himself in front of his evening's suite in moments. A little gold 'L2' on the door marked it as one of Lucas' rooms, and he reached up to stroke lightly over the letter for a moment. Each one of Carter's 'staff' had three different rooms that were used on their shifts. It gave each member of staff a clean place to entertain their clients while the more dirtied rooms were freshened up. Anywhere else it might have seemed extravagant, but Carter did run the most well-known and well-respected male companionship service in the country. The horse took care of his staff, and he took care of his clients.

What Lucas hadn't expected when he opened the door to the suite however, was that his client was already on the bed in anticipation of him. In a black silk robe that looked much like Lucas' - though obviously considerably more expensive - lay an older wolf whose brown-furred coat was flecked here and there with little streaks of gray, easily as tall as Carter but not built nearly so broadly. Amber eyes locked on Lucas as the fox stepped into the room and forced a smile, and the wolf waved a hand across a dimly-lit, red-sheeted bed. "I hope you don't mind. foxie. Your boss let me in to wait for you."

"Not at all. Looks comfy; mind if I join you?" Lucas kept the smile on his face, and it genuinely warmed somewhat as the wolf chuckled and patted down beside him. 'Foxie' was what he always called Lucas. He liked it better than the fake name the vupine had used when they first met. Lucas strode over slowly, and fought the instinct to open his robe and shuck it to the floor. Some guys wanted to get right down to business. John was always a lot slower, more practiced. The fox's eyes drifted from John's matured face to his left paw, and the flattened fur of his ring finger. He'd never mentioned his wife, but then who would?

As Lucas crawled slowly up along the bed to slide in next to John, one of the wolf's arms reached up to trace a pair of fingers down along the black vulpine markings of Lucas' muzzle. The quiet little hiss and recoil from the fox immediately drew concern across John's face. "What's wrong?"

Lucas' smile became just a little hollow again; just a little more forced. "Just a little tender," he replied as he rolled his shoulders and wriggled in close again. "I managed to pull a door into my face. Hurt my muzzle." He shrugged as he lied, and forced the smile a little wider. "Clumsy little me. Sorry. It won't affect tonight, though. I promise."

The concern didn't go anywhere, and Lucas began to fidget a little as the wolf drew him closer. "I may just be a client, but you can tell me what's really wrong. Every time I come in, you've managed to hurt yourself in some way. You're not clumsy... I know your body well enough to know that." The words made Lucas tip his ears down to hide the burn of his blush. "You don't have to tell me, but I'd like it if you would."

Lucas just kept the little smile on his face. "I really am clumsy, though, and I really did hit a door a bit hard. It's fine, John. Really." It was a lot more true. He was clumsy. If he wasn't, he wouldn't hurt. And he did hit a door hard. Real hard.

But John obviously knew something was wrong, and he wasn't going to let it go. "You don't want to talk about it. You don't want to acknowledge it. That's fine. But if you're not going to face what's wrong, I'm not able to stay." He began to sit up on the bed, and the warmth of his arm around Lucas vanished. "I don't come here to be lied to. I come here for you, and what you can do. Your company's good, and it's worth at least as much as your ass. But if you're going to hide behind excuses, I'll find someone else here to spend time with."

Lucas just gaped after the wolf, his jaw low with surprise. He watched as John slid over to the edge of the bed and began to swing himself off it before he found himself capable of speech. "No, wait... John, you don't have to go. I'm sorry."

One of the wolf's eyebrows perked up, along with the opposite ear. "So you'll tell me what's wrong?" When Lucas shied back on the sheets again, John just sighed. "You know why I like you? Why I ask for you? Because you actually seem happy to see me. You actually seem happy to do with me what we do. You genuinely enjoy it, and I really enjoy that. But if I have to settle for a lesser experience because you're not able to actually be happy here, then I will. Call me crazy for wanting someone happy to serve, but it's why I come here at all."

And it was true. Lucas did like his work. He enjoyed it immensely, and John was one of the more fun partners he had. He watched as John made his way over to the door though, about to leave and walk away and find someone else. Lucas just sighed. That was the way. That was always the way. Always walking away, always leaving. "I'm sorry I'm not enough," he finally muttered.

It must have been just barely loud enough for John to hear, because it turned him abruptly around. He glanced over at Lucas, still curled up on the bed, and heaved a sigh of his own. "Sorry for what?"

"Not being good enough," Lucas repeated, and the words came through gritted teeth. "Sorry I'm not a good enough whore. Sorry I'm not a good enough person. Sorry I'm hurt and upset. I'm sure someone else can handle you better than me."

The wolf's lower lip twisted as he stalked back over to the bed and plopped down on it again. "I didn't want anyone else. I just told you, I come here for your services. I come here for you. Good gr... how does that happen? How does your brain just edit that out so quickly?" He frowned. "Fine. I paid for you. You're my whore. I own your body for the next couple of hours. You're mine. Yeah?"

On some level, the words and suggestion sent a submissive little thrill through Lucas. It was dulled considerably by the situation and the conversation, but there was no mistaking it. "Yeah," he tentatively replied.

"Then you'll do as you're told and tell me what's wrong." John watched Lucas' head turn away, and he reached out to firmly but gently take the fox's jaw in a grip and turn it back towards him. Intense amber eyes bored into the fox's tired brown. "And you won't lie. Not this time. Do you understand?"

Locked in that gaze and that grip, Lucas could only offer the barest little nod of his head. "I understand..."

"Then tell me what happened to your muzzle. Now."

"Damien." The name came instantly, freely. Lucas found himself stuck in John's eyes, unable to look away and unable to hide. "My boyfriend."

"He hit you." It wasn't a question.

Lucas' head shook slowly, though his gaze never left those yellow eyes. "Pushed me into the door. Pulled it open." A wave of disgust rolled through Lucas, and he finally looked down and broke contact with John's horrified gaze. "I deserved it. I didn't have the house cleaned when he got home. I wasn't ready for him." Tears might have come, but Lucas hadn't been able to cry for years. They just stopped coming after Damien. Only acceptance was left.

"The time when you couldn't take me mounting you?"

"... no lube. Punishment for not making him cum good enough."

"The time when you had trouble speaking?"

"Punishment for wanting to go out."

"The black eye?"

Lucas sighed, still unable to meet John's eyes again. "Which one?" The floodgates were open. Whether it was that John technically owned him for a while, or that he was someone outside the situation and so rarely seen, or a combination of both or other factors, Lucas couldn't stop everything from coming out. His eyes, however, remained dry. "If I don't do well enough, he teaches me lessons. If I don't improve, he punishes. If I forget my place, he reminds me. It's always been that way. It was fun, at first..."

John began to edge closer to Lucas, and one paw lifted slowly to rest on the fox's shoulder. "And then he began to really hurt you."

"Said I wouldn't work," the fox quietly continued. "Said I was his pet. He'd look after me. Got upset when I wasn't good enough in bed, and told me to find work as a whore. Said it'd teach me how to be better for him. Had a friend here, and... well, my sex has gotten better."

"I'll say," John said under his breath, before he continued more loudly. "And what about now? You've gotta be earning a lot here. Your rates aren't cheap. What happens to all the money you make? Goes to him, I suppose."

"To keep me." Lucas nodded. "I don't mind. I get to come here. It's about all I get out these days." He didn't say how it helped to get away from Damien for a while. He didn't say how it helped to be with guys who weren't Damien. He didn't say how much of an escape it was for others to put value enough in him to buy him, body and soul, for a few hours at a time. He didn't say how good the sex was, with someone who wasn't ready to beat him for squeezing too tight or cumming too quick or being too loud. He didn't need to. He saw in John's face that the wolf knew it all.

"And what do you want?" John asked, as he watched Lucas' face.

Lucas just shrugged a little. "I like my job... but it's here. And if I leave anyway..." The fox shrugged again as he leaned in a little closer to John, and it occurred to him for a moment that 'John' might not even be his own name. If the wolf slipped his wedding ring off to come to him, it was possible he slipped off his name, too.

It wasn't until the paw had made it halfway up along Lucas' thigh that the fox truly felt it, so lost in his own thoughts was he. He blinked down at it before he turned up to look at John again with a slow little nod. "You... just want to get to what you paid for. I understand. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The words spilled out in a barely comprehensible babble.

"That's not what this is," replied John, and a little smile touched his face for a moment. "Consider it a gift, I guess. A little 'thank you' for all you've done for me, and for sharing that with me. You're getting a little control back, even if it's just for a little while." His fingertips brushed up higher, and Lucas' leg twitched lightly under the softness of the touch before it slid up beneath his robe and across his sheath.

For the briefest of moments, Lucas felt himself begin to slip into the old, familiar routine. Give yourself completely, leaving nothing behind. Do as you're told. Serve. But even as those fingers - so much more gentle than Damien had ever been - rubbed and stroked back and forth to coax the fox's malehood free from his sheath, Lucas felt a little spark of resistance rise up against it. He didn't really want the 'gift' that John was going to offer. It wasn't what he was there for.

But one look at John's face and the intense interest on it was more than enough to quell that little spark of resistance for the moment. John was doing what he wanted. He was getting what he wanted. He wasn't getting from Lucas what most clients did, or even what he usually did, but he wanted it nonetheless. And he didn't want Lucas to fight him in that.

So, again, Lucas relaxed. He surrendered for the moment. He let those teasing, soft fingers work his canine shaft free of his sheath. He let them explore up along that musky length of flesh, and he let them draw a little moan of appreciation as they squeezed lightly at his base. His own paws came up and drew aside his robe, opening the smooth fabric up to expose himself a little more fully to John as his hips slowly pushed up against the wolf's grip.

No sooner had Lucas opened up that robe than he watched John's head lean down. He gasped as that cool, canine nose ran up and over his sheath, and the fox's ears and cheeks burned with his blush at the thrill of the sensation. It ran right through his malehood, and that length of flesh plumped up quickly under the extra attention. Tapered tip poked up and into the air, and it was immediately and gentle assaulted by a lupine tongue.

The sensation was unusual. It had been years since anyone had thought to give the fox a blowjob. The warmth, the wetness and the texture of John's tongue as it drew more and more of the vulpine's shaft into the air set Lucas squirming against the sheets. A moan slipped out of his muzzle, before he clapped one paw quickly over it. He wasn't there to make sounds any more than he was there to be pleasured. He was there to serve, to-

"It's okay," came John's reassuring voice from below. The wolf nuzzled down lightly along Lucas' sheath, and Lucas could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't fight what you want, foxie. I want to hear you enjoy yourself." Words failed as his tongue became preoccupied again.

For a moment, Lucas kept his paw over his muzzle. He stifled the groan that wanted to slip out as that cold nose ran up the side of his shaft, but found himself unable to stop himself. He just sat back and felt himself slump over the sheets, paws at his sides as his back arched. Unashamed in a bold moment, Lucas let his pleasure show through his moans. Hips twitched, a silent beg to the wolf in his lap for more.

The beg didn't go unnoticed, or untended. Lupine lips slid down. Warmth enveloped the tip of Lucas' shaft as John worked his muzzle slowly down along it, and Lucas' moans turned into a little hiss as a slight nick of the wolf's teeth sent a shiver through his body. He glanced down, but all he could see of John's expression was a little smile as the wolf continued to tease his way down along the fox's flesh.

John pushed all the way down to the base, and Lucas began to tremble again as his client's tongue began to swirl all around where his knot would eventually form. The fox bit his tongue as his back arched anew, bunched sheath pressed tightly against John's muzzle as he worked every last bit of himself up into the wolf's mouth. It only lasted for a second though, before John began to draw back. It drew a whimper from Lucas, and the fox's ears tipped back quickly. Had he done-

"You're fine, foxie," John quickly said, as his muzzle popped up and off the fox's malehood. His coy little smile came back into view, though it did little to assuage Lucas' concerns. "Just can't get you too worked up there, can I? Not if you're gonna give me a ride."

Professionalism worked its way back through Lucas at the suggestion. He nodded and turned on a sultry smile as years of work-honed instinct took over, and the fox began to gently push the fox back. If John wanted to be ridden, then that's what he was gonna get.

The paw on Lucas' chest came as a surprise to the fox, and John watched one of the other canine's ears perk up with confusion. "Not what I meant," he corrected, and his smile broadened further. A quick push set Lucas sitting back as John rolled over and onto all-fours. His tail flicked up and wagged back and forth slowly. "Now you can ride me."

Lucas began to move up behind John with a nod before he slowed, stopped, glanced around the room. Lube was one thing, but... "This... ah, I-"

"Do I have to make it an order? It'll kinda defeat the purpose of this whole thing." John waggled his backside at Lucas once again as he dipped his head and one arm off the edge of the bed. He began to rummage around under the bed - place of easy access for toys ad lube and the like for every 'special suite' in the building - and didn't lift his head again until he'd found a small bottle of lube. He tossed it back to Lucas with a grin.

The fox caught and fumbled the bottle for a moment, a blush bright on his cheeks and in his ears as he turned it over and over in his paws. Lucas cracked the bottle open slowly as John watched him, and his blush intensified as the wolf's eyes hungrily traced every motion Lucas made. Lucas hissed again at the cold of the lube as it drooled down over the heat of his shaft; normally, he was used only to feeling it rub across his tailhole. Some of his rougher clients liked him only lubed enough for the initial entry.

One slick finger traced down beneath John's tail as Lucas slowly slid up and forward. His blush didn't fade in the slightest as he took in the inviting sight before him, and he took one last chance to look up and along John's body. Lucas opened his mouth to ask again if it was what John really wanted. He didn't have to bother; the words never came out. The warmth in John's expression and his little nod was all Lucas needed to see. He pushed forward.

Maybe the thrust was a little too sharp, or maybe John wasn't used to being on the bottom, or maybe, perhaps, suppose. Regardless of reason, Lucas felt more than heard the wolf beneath him bite his tongue. John's whole body shook, and for a brief moment the fox thought he might have seriously hurt his client. Only a brief moment, though; then John began to wriggle his hips back against Lucas' stalled thrust, and the concern melted away. Whatever it had been, it wasn't enough to stop him. John wanted it, and he was working hard to get it.

The least Lucas could do was meet him halfway and do what he was paid for. He reached up with paws that shook with a mixture of pleasure and lingering concern to stroke over and grip at the wolf's hips. The swaying of those hips fell away, the control of their movement relinquished to Lucas's whims. A little thrill wound through the fox's mind as he worked himself down a little deeper into the heat of the wolf's backside. John squeezed down around him, took him deeper still.

Lucas didn't waste time. How could he? For the first time in far too long, the fox was presented with someone who put him in charge. He had control. He was the one on top. His muzzle curled into a smile. He wasn't going to be hit for blowing too soon. He wasn't going to be hit for being too hard. He was in control. He could do what he wanted.

It would have been easy to simply thrust forward, uncaring of John's feelings in that situation. He had the power. But the thought never even entered Lucas' mind. He eased himself forward until he'd hilted himself inside the wolf's clenching body, and gave his partner a moment to adjust. Soft murrs of appreciation and content rumbled up from John's head as it lay against the sheets, and the fox's smile grew a little broader at the sound. There was no need to be rough. There was no need to hurt just because he could.

When John started to move again, the shift in his body around Lucas' shaft was all the impetus the vulpine needed. He drew back and thrust in again nice and slow, the movement as smooth as he could possibly manage. The squeeze of John's backside around him made proper smoothness difficult; Lucas' hips instead jerked a couple of times before he bottomed out again. John didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and he sure didn't respond negatively to the blush in the fox's ears.

Lucas' hands rubbed slowly up and over John's hips. They ran up along the wolf's sides as he leaned further over the body offered beneath him, and he felt a shiver as John's tail began to wag slowly against his belly. The lupine squeezed down a little tighter around Lucas' eager inward thrust, and the little fox moaned again as he hugged himself against the larger male's back. Everything felt new again. Everything felt different from that side.

He began to lose himself in the sensations. His hips moved of their own will, driven back and forth by deep, instinctive directives. John worked himself just as eagerly back into them, and his backside pressed flush with Lucas each time the two came together. Lucas' paw brushed along John's belly, and it nudged the side of the wolf's shaft. Memory of the size of that length of flesh did it no justice once it was back in Lucas' paw. For all the times he'd had it spread him open, he'd rarely actually touched it. He felt a twinge of regret; the wolf always so masterfully worked him with it.

But for all that regret over what could have been, Lucas couldn't bring himself to want to trade it for what he had at that moment. It was power and control, to do whatever he wanted and needed. It was something he'd lost, and he could do nothing but give himself over completely to the submission of the wolf beneath him. Hips began to pump faster, fingers squeezed tighter. His paw pumped up and down slowly along John's length for a moment, before a gentle, larger paw pushed him aside. The message was clear: this isn't about me.

It might have seemed absurd that the client was servicing the whore, but Lucas was beyond that sort of upper-level thinking. His malehood pulsed and throbbed as he pushed himself up and off John's back again. Paws shifted back up to the wolf's hips, and he pulled them back up and into his thrusts. The extra pressure drew a fresh moan from his muzzle, and John joined in beneath him.

Lucas bit his lip as he felt a particularly snug squeeze from John send a surge of pleasure through him. He arched his back, his rhythm briefly interrupted by a spurt of pre from his tip and a tingle in the base of his shaft. His knot began to swell quickly as Lucas found himself pulled by the lupine's muscles, drawn forward to thrust harder and deeper. The little fox let himself be led on by his desires. He allowed himself to be driven by what his body told him to do, rather than what a client or a master told him. John's tailring tugged at Lucas' forming knot as the vulpine's thrust pushed its growing girth into him again and again.

Other tops Lucas had had would have pulled out when their knot started to swell, the better to shove the fullness of it in when they popped. Lucas couldn't stop himself to do the same. He couldn't stop his thrusts for long enough, and his thickening base just stretched John further and further each time it slid up and into him. The wolf didn't feel like he complained, but every tensing of his muscles as he was spread a little more was doing wonders for speeding Lucas towards his finish.

On some level, Lucas wanted to slow down. He wanted to draw out what he was feeling. He even started to wind his thrusts down, to force them to come slower. But then John ground back up against him again, and Lucas knew the truth of it. He was going to pop, and there was no stopping it. Pleasureful resignation rushed through Lucas as he stopped fighting the inevitable, and instead threw everything he had into a last couple of thrusts. Despite his muzzle opened to warn John, all that came out was a ragged series of loudening moans.

And then it came, and Lucas' whole world drained out of his body and through his shaft. Freedom and pleasure and heat and contentment rushed through him as his shaft jumped and twitched. His knot throbbed heavily as it was squeezed by John's stretched muscles, and Lucas cried out wordlessly as he felt himself swallowed up by the first overwhelming surge of his climax.

It was all he could do to ride out the waves and not be completely carried away by them. The world vanished behind closed eyelids, squeezed so tightly shut that the darkness turned into an explosion of colour. All the while, Lucas' body twitched and shook as he drained himself into John. All the pain and the loneliness - the humiliation and the fear and the sadness - drained out of his body along with his seed, vented from him and taken by the wolf beneath him. Lucas gasped for air as the last few spurts left his shaft, and his eyes snapped open.

For the first time in years, the fox didn't feel tired or empty. He felt reinvigorated. He felt alive. He felt like himself; his old self. He gripped the hips of the wolf beneath him as he shuddered through a soft moan, the burning heat of his climax eclipsed by the warmth of his afterglow as he ground himself against that still-raised backside. "Oh... ooohhhhh..."

Lucas shivered again as he felt John wriggle himself back up against the fox. "You went off like a shot... I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me. Felt a bit like you needed it." The wolf chuckled as he swayed his hips slowly from side to side. "And it's been a damn long time since I've had someone go at my ass like that. Worth the wait."

As he was about to reply, Lucas felt his legs begin to shake from the strain of keeping him behind the wolf all that time. He shifted to try to move into a better position, but only succeeded in pulling himself knot and all out of John's rump. The wolf's gasp of surprise was lost to Lucas' yip, as the fox almost tumbled right off the bed. Confusion turned into amusement, and the little fox began to laugh even as John turned around to face him again.

The wolf just looked on with a little smile of his own until Lucas managed to pant for breath hard enough to stop his laughter. "Now that's a sound that's worth getting my backside pounded to hear," he said, and he chuckled again at the sight of the vulpine's smile. "You look happy. It's really nice to see."

"Well, I had a good time," Lucas replied. It was hard to make the smile leave his face, and the fox wasn't sure he really wanted to let it get away. "It was... really nice, John. Thank you for doing that for me."

But John just shook his head. "I didn't do anything for you, foxie," he replied. "You did it all for yourself. You can always do it for yourself, you know. You just need to remember that you're a person too." His expression sobered, and Lucas' soon followed. "There's always a way out. Remember that, alright? There's always a way out. Remember that, and remember that you deserve to smile like that. No one should ever take your smile away. It's gorgeous." He smirked again. "Or maybe I'm just an old wolf who likes the way you young things grin at everything."

Lucas just gave him another grin as he turned the wolf's words over in his mind. Maybe John was right. Maybe he should think about what he could do. After all, if a client could treat him like a person and be kind to him, why should anyone else not? "Well, you're an old wolf who's not blown his load just yet," Lucas finally said, as he filed away John's words for later. He still had a bit of time with the wolf yet after all, and the fox smiled as he sprawled himself out on his back and lifted his legs up high in the air. "And I think I know exactly how I can fix this."

John chuckled again as he gripped at Lucas' flailing footpaws and pulled the vulpine in closer against himself. His still-hard shaft ground down between Lucas' cheeks as pre drooled from his tip to soak into the fox's tail. "Oh, I think you've got a good idea going here, foxie..."

After a hot shower that Lucas was reluctant to take, the fox had made his way out of the suite so that the pair of rabbits waiting outside could begin their cleaning of the room. Meeting with the boss was one thing. Meeting the boss while smelling of the wolf's who'd just loaded up his backside was something else entirely. It wasn't that Carter frowned on it - he did run a glorified brothel, after all. It was just instinct. Routine. Damien didn't like him smelling of other males.

While most owners of fancy, high-rise hotels might want to live and work on the very top floor, Carter was different. Lucas had had to push the bottom for the sub-basement in the staff elevator, and wait for the box to bring him down. Less chance people can see what I get up to in the semi-privacy of my office, he'd once told Lucas. Whatever it was that the horse got up to, the little fox figured that he probably wasn't much of an exhibitionist.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open though, Lucas found himself once again inside Carter's simply-decorated office. He glanced again at the scattering of chairs and bookshelves before he turned his attention to the big desk that the horse reclined behind. "You wanted to see me as soon as possible after John left, sir?"

Carter's head rolled back down from the back of the chair and he nodded. The equine sat forward and waved a hand at one of the leather seats before his desk. "I did. I'm gonna give you a big choice to make, little buddy, and I really hope you make the right one for you."

Lucas frowned a little as he sat in the chair. A part of him wanted to sink back into it as far as he could, but John's words echoed in his ears. He leaned forward and rested both paws on the table, though he couldn't quite meet the massive horse's gaze. "What are you talking about, sir?"

"Expansion of the business, Lucas." Carter glanced up at the ceiling for a moment. "This state's allowed prostitution for a while now, but you know the others are a little slow to accept that this sorta thing works better if it's done officially. You also know that venues catering to our particular clientele are in short supply." He glanced back at Lucas, who just sat silently. "Other side of the country's starting to wise up. Some local legislature passed today, and we've got the in that we need. I'm opening up a second location in Bridgeport."

Carter leaned over the desk and folded his arms down atop it. "Lucas, you're the best boy I've got. You're great at what you do, but let's call it what it is. You're stuck in a relationship that's hurting you. You don't wanna talk about it, that's fine, but we all know it. We can't help unless you let us, and you just don't let us. There's one thing I can do, but you've gotta do it, too."

Despite the sudden turn in the conversation, Lucas just repeated John's mantra over and over in his head. The wolf's warm words gave him strength enough to fight the shivers that plagued his spine. Only half of them were Damien. Half of them were memories of Bridgeport, long-suppressed. So long ago... "What's... that, sir?"

Seriousness and business-savvy evaporated from Carter's face in an instant, and the chestnut equine's eyes were filled instead with concern. "I want you to go to Bridgeport. I want you there, the main attraction of the new place. I'll take on some new hires here to cover what I'm going to lose, and I'm sending others out to Bridgeport to make sure the new place is fine, but... for God's sake, Lucas, you need to get out. You've gotta get away from your boyfriend and get out on your own for a while."

Carter stood up, and the mantra in Lucas' head couldn't keep him from cowering slightly from the horse. "He beats you, he keeps you locked in his own little world to his own little whims... you're his slave. You're too good for that asshole, and I hope to God you know it. He sent you to me? Fine, great. Lucky me; you've been the best I've got, and I hope you still will be. But you come to work broken every day, one way or another. God dammit, Lucas. I can't take seeing you like that. So you take this job, or I've gotta let you go."

Lucas' eyes widened. "Sir, if you do that... if you fire me, Damien will-"

"Be exactly as pissed off at you as he will be if you go back and tell him that you're moving away and that he can't come." Carter's eyes narrowed. "And he can't come. Ordinarily I wouldn't put my hoof down on this sort of thing, but fuck it all, Lucas. Fuck all of it. You've got to get out, and we all know it."

The equine sat down again and heaved a tired sigh. "So what's it gonna be, fox-boy? You going to stay here and deal with Damien? Or are you going to get the hell out of Dodge?" His eyes met Lucas' again, soft and gentle and filled with concern and worry. "Most people in your situation don't have a way out, Lucas. They get stuck forever, or until something snaps. This is your way out, and I don't know when you'll get another. Please take it. Go home. Get all your things, and get them as quickly as you can. Bring them here, and I'll give you a room for a week before you leave. Hell, you can have a top-level suite at the new place, free of charge. Benefit of the job. Just please, get the fuck out of here."

It was just like John had said. There was always a way out. There was a way, if he could muster his courage and actually take a shot at it. "I... I can't, Carter. I can't just grab everything and leave. I can't."

"God damn it, Lucas... you need to-"

"If I wait until tomorrow, he'll be off fucking another one of his boy-toys," the fox slowly continued. "He'll leave me at home by myself for a few hours. It's enough time to load up my car with everything and bring it here." He shrugged a little and smiled ever so thinly at Carter. It was the biggest smile he'd had about Damian in years. "I don't have much... it shouldn't take long. You're right. I'll take the job.

"And I'm getting the fuck out of Dodge."

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Luka lyrics

My name is Luka.

I live on the second floor.

I live upstairs from you.

Yes, I think you've seen me before.

If you hear something late at night,

Some kind of trouble; some kind of fight,

Just don't ask me what it was,

Just don't ask me what it was.

I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy.

I try not to talk too loud.

Maybe it's because I'm crazy.

I try not to act too proud.

They only hit until you cry.

After that, you don't ask why.

You just don't argue anymore,

You just don't argue anymore.

Yes, I think I'm okay.

Walked into the door again.

If you ask, that's what I'll say.

It's not your business, anyway.

I guess I'd like to be alone,

With nothing broken, nothing thrown.

Just don't ask me how I am,

Just don't asks me how I am,

Just don't ask me how I am.