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A help wanted sign at Adam's Fantasy was a rare occurrence. It usually received notice from the patrons of the adults only establishment as soon as it came into existence, typically an overly hormonal client would point to the sign while returning his towel and ask in a post coital growl, "that sign mean I get free access to the fuckin' grounds?" These usually made their way immediately to the no pile once their applications were received.

Phoenix was different. As with the rest of the first wave of applicants the raccoon was a regular visitor to the bathhouse, however he did not show any interest in the groin based benefits of the job. In fact, even though the young man had made almost weekly visits to the establishment, no one had ever reported seeing him do more than pleasure himself quietly in the corner while watching two other patrons enjoy each other's company.

Voyeurs proved to be immensely helpful associates at Adam's Fantasy. They were certain to keep a close eye on the clientele and left little worry toward the occasional dereliction of duties as they disappeared to play around with a customer or two. Marty looked through the raccoon's paperwork before marking it with a large red I. This was placed into a pile that so far only consisted of him.

The call from Adam's Fantasy for an interview proved to be much more than a pleasant surprise to the procyon. He wasn't even sure what one would wear to interview for a sex club, and decided on a simple button up shirt and slacks. He left the top two buttons of the cloth covering his torso undone, and rolled the cuffs to his elbows. He looked comfortable, yet professional as a tall reindeer appeared from behind a closed office door and walked toward him.

"You must be Phoenix, pleasure. My name is Marty." The antlered man was all smiles as he lead the small raccoon into his office and motioned for him to take a seat across a large metal desk from him, "I am surprised Phoenix. Surprised and impressed."

"Oh?" He smiled awkwardly, unsure what else he could say to the man who might employ him.

"You don't quite seem the type to apply for a job here, but from what I have seen of you, both in the building, and on this paper tell me that you might be just the right fit."

"Thank you sir," he bowed his head, and immediately flushed red at the simple compliments Marty paid him, "I was hoping you would feel that way."

Marty laughed, the sound filled the room and made Phoenix jump slightly in his seat as the larger man walked around the desk and sat at the edge. He placed a hoof on the seat between the raccoon's knees and bent to look at him eye to eye, "tell me my boy, is this all an act?"

"I...I'm not sure what you mean sir."

"This whole submissive raccoon thing. Bravo if it is, very convincing. But if it isn't, at least I have an explanation to why you never play around with the other clientele."

Phoenix held his breath, his nose hovered inches from his interviewer's. He could feel Marty's warm exhale spread over his muzzle and cheeks as he licked his lips and commanded eye contact from the small raccoon. The arms of the chair gave way easily to his claws, he could feel small beads of sweat start to form on his forehead and he hoped Marty was too focused on his eyes to notice the perspiration.

"I...wasn't aware promiscuity was a deciding requirement in a candidate sir." he flinched in response to the cervine's sudden movement. Marty's hoof held the young raccoon's head in place as he took the procyon's muzzle with his own. Phoenix squeaked in surprise and offered the weakest of resistance to the exploring tongue of the larger male. His head felt fuzzy when the antlered man broke the kiss and leaned back against the desk once more.

"And a sense of humor. You know Phoenix. I think we may be able to work something out don't you?" Marty relaxed against the desk, a knowing smile stretching over his face.

"Something...?" Phoenix allowed his voice to trail off as his eyes noticed the growing bulge in the front of Marty's pants. He could feel his face flush and his paws begin to tremble in his lap. Part of the reason he came to Adam's Fantasy on a regular basis was he could watch without participating. His enjoyment came from seeing the pleasure experienced by the other males at the club. He'd return home later and replay the images he saw in his head to take care of his own needs.

Marty licked his lips and glanced between Phoenix's deep blue eyes and the ever growing tent stretching the pleats at the front of his pants. With visibly trembling paws the smaller man reached toward the deer's crotch and jumped ever so slightly as a large, warm hoof forced his reach the remainder of the distance. Firmly pressed against the fabric concealed erection, the coon rubbed along its length, eliciting a grateful sigh from his interviewer.

"Mmmmm yes, that's a good boy." Marty's hoof hooked around the back of Phoenix's head, gently pulling him forward with a soft pressure. The interviewee's paws fumbled and tripped over his own finger pads, fighting with the zipper strained by the large member. The sound of the zipper separating seemed to fill the room as Phoenix slowly moved the tab down the front of Marty's pants.

The fabric lay open by the time the raccoon's muzzle reached his crotch. The slow pulling of his head did not stop, and Phoenix found his nose being shoved into the opening of the larger male's pants. To his surprise, Phoenix found the manager of Adam's Fantasy was wearing nothing underneath the khaki layer of clothing. As soon as his nose penetrated the pants, Phoenix was hit instantly with a strong scent of male musk that began coaxing his own member from within his sheath.

"Good coon, now go ahead, there's more to do to it than just getting a good whiff"

With the tip of his muzzle pressed firmly against the pinkish flesh hidden within the fabric, Phoenix had very little space to do much besides let his tongue move slowly along the surface of the length directly in front of his nose. Marty moaned out loud at the warm, wet muscle moving along his rigid meat and bringing a patiently growing spot of pre onto the front of the pleats. His hoof finally released the procyon's head.

Phoenix had no time to relax before Marty was pulling him up from the chair, he demanded the raccoon remove his pants and get onto his desk on all fours. His paws shook as he undid his belt and a large pool of crimson began to show through his black and white fur. Marty had to remind him that his underwear would also need to be left behind. His body was shaking uncontrollably as he climbed onto the desk, Marty had pushed him fully out of his comfort zone with a simple command.

A surprised squeak escaped Phoenix's muzzle loudly as his cheeks were firmly separated from each other by Marty's exploring hooves. A warm sensation overtook his rear, the cervine's long tongue explored the puckered entrance in long, wet strokes. He closed his eyes, an immense feeling of embarrassment taking over his body was increased as the tip of his interviewer's tongue slipped quickly passed his outer ring and licked along his inner walls. In contradiction to the emotions inside of him, the coon's cock slipped further from his sheath, dripping pre onto the finished wood of Marty's desk.

"Good to see you can follow directions. Also looks as though you show great enthusiasm at performing the duties assigned to you. Now, let's see how well you work with others." A hoof reached between the raccoon's legs and rested in the flow of his pre. The clear liquid filled his hoof quickly and he smoothed it over the tail hole of the younger male at his mercy, "and if you work well under pressure.

One more pass under the dripping raccoon penis was all it took for Marty's own member to be lubed. He pressed the tip of the head to Phoenix's hole. He instructed the raccoon to relax and breathe slow and deep while he pushed forward, gently spreading the entrance with his gradually thickening dick. The bottom tried to follow his top's instructions but found his breathing became rapid and uncontrollable with the increasing feel of his inner walls adjusting to the exploring member inside of him.

"Fuck, you have a tight hole boy" Marty's cock was already twitching as he felt his pelvis make contact with the boy's rear, "that gives you an unfair advantage to my old cock, gonna have to make up for that" One arm wrapped around the lithe raccoon's waist and squeezed tightly. The other reached up and held onto his shoulder. With no warning he began to thrust, pulling himself almost fully from within the raccoon before shoving his entire length back into him.

"Oh... that hurts sir... please... not so rough" tears began to form in Phoenix's eyes each time his body lurched forward with the power of Marty's humps. His voice cracked and he gripped the edge of the desk hard enough pain began to build in his knuckles. His pleas for mercy went unheeded by the cervine pounding into him. The response to Phoenix's cries was an increase in Marty's pace and a commanding growl to relax so it didn't hurt as much. His walls closed tighter onto the member inside of him.

"That's it, if you can't relax..." Both arms wrapped around Phoenix's waist and pulled him from the desk. Marty landed hard on the chair once occupied by the raccoon now sitting on his dick, crying out in pleasure pain as he was impaled onto the thick cock, "go ahead and ride daddy Marty's cock for me"

Phoenix's body was shaking, his breathing was haggard and drawn out, but the force with which Marty held him onto his lap told him he had no choice. Slowly, he raised himself, sliding the deer's cock from within him. A tensing of Marty's arms around his waist told him he had reached the head, and just as slowly he returned down the full length, ending his trip with a soft grinding of his ass into the cervine pelvis.

"That's a good little bitch. Now, keep that up and you'll be bred in no time, don't be afraid to play with yourself while you do" Marty licked his lips and watched intently as his cock was revealed and buried into the tight hole. His hooves held onto Phoenix's shoulders, moving him at a faster pace onto his cock, the right one moved rapidly in time with the long strokes the raccoon was making upon his own dick as he rode. Uncontrollable spasms began to convulse in his cock, he forced Phoenix back onto his full length, "that's it, oh fuck Phoenix"

The procyon could feel himself being filled. The reindeer's dick flexed inside of him, pushing at his inner walls and pushing him over the edge. He cried out as he released his own load, covering his chest and stomach in thick ropes of cum. Marty's hoof ran through Phoenix's fur, collecting the sticky substance matting it to his flesh and moving it to the raccoon's lips. As he was expected to do, Phoenix licked the hoof clean of all his own cum.

The two men sat in the same position for a long period of time, their breathing slowing and becoming more controlled as their erections slowly returned to a flaccid state. Marty moved his muzzle close to Phoenix's ear and whispered with a growl,

"You start on Monday"