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Jake's heart pounded in his chest as his hand rested on the door handle, just outside of the room where Michael was waiting for him. Not that the Doberman knew that the Clydesdale was even this state. Just a few minutes earlier, Miles had made clear to Jake as they walked together to the room where Mike at that only the very basics of his situation had been explained to the dog. Namely, that that he was in breach of contract and had forfeited all control over his life. This had been driven in somewhat during his stay at the hospital, by his surgery and those attending him, but the cheetah warned Jake that he should expect the dog to try and get him to do something stupid, like fight their way out of the building.

Miles had given Jake a bit of a pep talk as they had made their way across the building and down what felt like many floors in an elevator. 'I know it's not going to be an enjoyable task, but you need to get your friend to understand that his old life is over, due to his ill-considered actions. You are authorized to say whatever you have to obtain his cooperation. Since you know Michael best, I trust your judgment implicitly on how best to motivate him to get with the program. I'll be listening in, but I won't interfere with your decisions regarding how to handle the situation. Most importantly, keep in mind that as Michael's Chief Overseer, you own him in a real and legally binding sense. He is properly. Your property. This conversation should serve as the first step in establishing that immutable fact in his head. I know that he's also your friend, and I see no reason for that to ever change. But he's also a valuable commodity that, if handled correctly, will provide Arch-Grant Staffing Agency with a sizeable return on investment. Remember, he has only himself to blame for getting into this situation, and we are doing him a favor by taking the reins to his life away from him. Sooner or later he was going to wind up dead or in jail.'

But as the horse gripped the handle which led to the room where Mike was being kept, he couldn't help but experience a crisis of conscious. 'Can I really do this? Mike was my best friend for years. Hell, he still is my best friend. What they did to him... it's just out of this world. But Miles is right, isn't he? That idiot dog signed away his life and then skipped town. Sure, I didn't see him do either of those things myself, but it sounds like typical Tiny. He was always doing some bonehead, dumbass thing, like leaping before looking. And sometimes he never even bothered to go back and look. Besides, if I don't handle this myself, they'll just get someone else to do it. Someone who doesn't give a fuck about him. Even Mike put me down as his emergency contact. That must mean he trusts me... right? In school, I remember that I was the only person who he'd ever let talk him out of some the dumber shit he was going to pull. I have to at least talk to him. At the very least, he owes me a goddamn apology for me getting flown out here in the middle of the night because of his bullshit.'

Taking a few deep, calming breaths, Jake turned the handle and entered the room.

In front of him was a sight he never would have imagined seeing. Mike, entirely naked with a fully knotted erection standing in the center of a sparsely furnished room with his hands strapped behind his back and a ring gag in his mouth. Seeing Jake, the Doberman's eyes shot open as wide as they would go, too surprised to even attempt to get words through the gag for a moment.

Taking advantage of the silence, Jake took the initiative.

"Mike, what the FUCK dude!? I hear you skipped town on your debt, broke your contract and your word, signed over all rights and control of your life to some company, and had the nerve to put me down as your emergency contact? I spent all night on a plane just so I could find out what the hell was going on, only to find you sporting an erection and wearing S&M gear. When I take your gag off, you better be completely fucking honest with me about this situation, or I'm going to turn around and walk out of here -- for good. Understand me? Have I made myself entirely clear on that point?"

Jake could tell that dog's emotions were all over the map now -- desperately happy to finally see a familiar face, deeply embarrassed to be seen naked and aroused, and horrified at both the situation he found himself and the thought of his best friend turning around and leaving him to deal with it by himself. But eventually, Michael got himself together enough to give the horse several enthusiastic nods.

"Okay, then. I'm taking you are your word, Mike. I'm going to take your gag off, but I don't want you to start shouting or rambling at me. I want you to answer my questions truthfully, without leaving anything out." Again the Doberman nodded, looking a bit like a feral deer caught in a truck's headlights.

Walking up to Mike, Jake was glad that the company had used a ring gag with a simple clasp strap. Squeezing the mechanism, the large Clydesdale took the gag out of the smaller dog's mouth and set it on the nearby table, before taking a step back.

"Okay, first, come over here and give me a hug. It's been a long time, man." Desperate to feel safe and cared for, Mike quickly made his way over to Jake, who pulled him into a one-sided bear hug, the Doberman's head pressed up against the horse's well-built chest. Michael tried to keep his hips back so he wouldn't be pressing his dick into Jake's crotch, but the Clydesdale pulled him in firmly by the lower back, trapping the erection between the two friends -- the arousal now squeezed firmly by the pair's hips. "Jake... I'm so glad you're here, dude. I fucked everything up, man. Like, it's way fucked! I don't know what I'm going to do. And they did something to me... to my stuff. It's been sticking out for days, and won't go down. I think there's something really wrong with it, bro!"

Jake just hugged his friend close for a half a minute, before letting go and taking a step back. Pulling up a chair and taking a seat, the Clydesdale said "Okay, let me take a look."

Michael was torn. He didn't want his best friend starring at his exposed crotch, but at the same time he was as scared as any guy would be after having their cock experimented on. Awkwardly, the dog shuffled over so that his less than five inch dick was pointing directly at Jake's chest. "Yea, okay. Thanks man."

Jake already knew exactly what was going on with the Doberman's shaft and balls, having previously spoken with Miles about it. But the horse wanted to take this opportunity to get his friend use to having his shaft handled by other people. For a minute, he just made a show of looking at the smallish arousal from multiple angles, but soon he was gripping the cock with both hands, moving it this way and that while lightly stroking it.

"My degree is in engineering, not medicine, but it looks like they restricted the blood flow so your erection won't go down."

"Shit man... isn't that like, frostbite or some shit? It's not gonna rot off, will it!?"

"I don't think so. It looks completely healthy. How long has it been like this?"

"Ummm, a few days I think. They took away my phone, so I'm not sure."

"Okay, well, I promise I'll talk to the doctor about it, okay?"

"Yea, dude. Thanks. I'm... really glad you're here, man."

Giving a nervous but genuine laugh, Jake said "I could tell, Mike!" as he began to stroke the Doberman's cock a little firmer and faster.

"Hah.. yea. Funny, dude. You asshole." Jake could tell Mike was a little pissed, but could also see that the dog was trying to hold back a smirk.

Using his left hand to cup Mike's sack, the horse asked "Also, your balls seem a little swollen. When's the last time you came?"

"I think they did something to my nuts too. They let me... jerk off, once, at the hospital, but it didn't feel like it normally does."

"Can you tell me more about that? How was it different?"

"I sprayed a massive load all over the place, but it didn't feel like cumming. You know, that awesome feeling of relief and intensity. And, even though I had just shot, it felt like I still needed to shoot really bad again. I kept jerking for a bit, but nothing would come out."

Jake started to use strong motions to jerk the Doberman off and also began playing with his friend's balls, before replying "Okay, Mike. Thanks for telling me about that. I appreciate you being you being so open with me."

"Sure, dude. You bet. Umm, are you done checking me out...?"

"It's important that we make sure that nothing is seriously wrong or damaged down here. I'd let you jerk yourself off, but I'm not allowed to unstrapped your arms. I want you to think of something really sexy, and try and relax. Let me know when you feel like you're getting close."

For several minutes, Jake played with his friend's cock and balls, varying his pace, grip, and technique to try and make the handjob feel as good as possible. Soon, Mike spoke up with "Fuck! I feel really close, but it's not working!"

"Are you sure you're turned on enough? Maybe I'm just not doing it for you."

"That's not it. I mean, uhh... it doesn't take anything special for me to shoot, normally. A week ago I could have fucked a hotpocket warmed up in the microwave and gotten off. This is fucked, dude."

"I don't want your worrying too much, Mike. I'll ask a doctor for you. Okay?"

"Yea. Thanks bro. I really owe you one. Seriously."

Jake could have used this opportunity to release his friend's tackle, but decided to keep working it since he knew it would be a lot easier to get his pal to go along with things if he was horny. "Yea, you do owe me one. Probably a lot more than one, at this point, Mike. Did you really put me down as your emergency contact? What were you thinking?"

"Shit, I'm really sorry about that, bro. They just asked me for a name, and I didn't think it would end up mattering. You're the only guy I trusted enough to put down."

"I understand, but you really should have talked to me about it, first."

"Yea, I know. I screwed up. Sorry man."

"We'll work through it. But you should know that based on you putting me down as an emergency contact, they offered me a contract."

"Man, whatever you do, don't sign it! They put some royally fucked up shit in there! They won't even let me talk to a lawyer or to the police. They say they don't have to -- power of attorney or some bullshit."

"I haven't signed anything, yet. But this contract is different from the one you signed. It's to stay on as your Overseer. Kind of like your legal guardian. I'd get to stay here with you and make certain decisions for you, since you can't anymore. If I don't sign it, they'll just get someone else to do it. Someone you don't know. And, if I don't sign it, I have to leave."

"I... don't know what to say, Jake. Please don't leave me alone with these people. Dude, I'm begging you. Please!"

Looking into his friend's eyes, the he could see the Doberman occasionally glance down at his crotch, watching Jake's hand jerking him off, before renewing eye contact with him. He could tell that Mike wanted to ask him something. Probably to stop, but from the needy look in his eyes, maybe part of him wanted to ask Jake to speed up. "If I sign it, that means I have to accept complete responsibility for you. Everything you do or say in on me. Being on the hook for you isn't exactly a small favor, Mike."

"You can't leave me! You don't know what these people are like! Please dude! I'll do whatever you want!"

"I don't think you fully understand what the Oversee position means, Mike. That's exactly what the job would be. To make you do whatever these people want. I'd be able to shield you from the worst of it -- but you're still contractually obligated to follow orders. I really don't think you'd like your friend to be the one giving those orders... do you? Or to be the one to punish you when you fuck up? You have to be one-hundred percent certain that you'd want me over some stranger. If a month from now you're treating me like the enemy or acting resentful towards me, we're going to have a seriously problem. So you need to be sure."

"I trust you, bro! Whatever you say, you got it. It'll be just like high school, when you were the lead in our garage band."

Jake was really going to town now on the petite dick -- pinching the tip, gripping the knot, and tugging at the dog's enlarged sack. It was starting to feel... right. Like the Doberman's tackle really was his. "No, Mike. It won't be like high school at all. If you couldn't tell already based on what they did to your cock and balls, they have plans for you. Plans that involve you being ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. It won't be easy for either of us for me to be responsible for making sure you perform. I really think you might be more comfortable with someone you don't know."

"No! I get it... I... I get it. I'd rather it be you, bro."

"And you're not going to get pissed at me for telling you what to do?"

"I'll... try hard, Jake. And if I get out of line... we'll it sounds like you'll be letting me know, right?"

"That's exactly right, Mike. But I'm afraid I can't just take your word for it. You're going to have to show me that you really understand what you're getting in for."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to unzip my pants, and take my cock out. I want you to kiss the tip of my cock and both of my balls. If you can't do this, then I know you won't be able to handle me being in charge of you. If you don't want to, I understand. I'll just leave now, and won't think any less of you for it."

Normally the dog would have told him to go fuck himself, he was sure. But having already been pent up and needy for days, the intense handjob was making the Doberman lose focus and kept him off balance. When you're so horny that you feel cum might start leaking out your ears at any moment, putting your lips on someone's piss slit and nuts doesn't seem that crazy.

Jake let go of his friend's shaft as the dog got to his knees. He could tell Mike was really nervous, so he did his best to act like there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. Keeping his expression neutral, he took his thick horse cock out of his pants and pointed it at the slave's face. "Come on, Mike. We're two friends, in this together. Show me you can do your part."

With all the speed of dripping molasses, Michael slowly brought his face in until his lips finally met with Jake's cock. For a while, he just stayed there, as if frozen. The Clydesdale was about to tell his friend to keep going, when the dog at last allowed his head to start drifting to his Overseer's balls, placing a light peck of a kiss on each of the substantial orbs.

"That was really great, Mike. You're a good kid. Can you... do me a favor and grab that ring gag? Just pick it up with your mouth and bring it over." As if in a daze, the Doberman did as he was told, holding the strap of the ring gag in his mouth before dropping it into his friend's hand.

Gently placing the ring gag into Mike's mouth before re-strapping it in place, Jake said "Thanks, buddy. Remember that time you and I watch that porno together? When my parents were out of town? This is just like that, except we're not going to be sitting on opposite sides of the couch. I don't want you to worry or feel anxious about this. We're just two friends hanging out, and there's nothing to feel weird or embarrassed about."

The Clydesdale wasn't sure how much his friend was listening to his words, since the dog's eyes were laser focused on the foot long shaft that was drifting towards his forced-open mouth. "Come on, Mike. I'm not going to rape you. If you want me to stick with you through this, you need to take responsibility and do your part. I remember you trying to pretend you weren't watching me while we had that skin flick on, at my parents' place. Well, there's no pretending with me anymore, Tiny. You need to be an open book with me at all times -- completely honest. And you need to show me that you trust me. I'm not going to grab or pull your head. This is something you have to decide to do on your own."

Now Jake knew his friend was listening, since the dog's ears went down in submissiveness at the name 'Tiny'. While Michael was making up his mind, the horse let his hand slowly stroke over his own aroused pole, which was more than double the length of the Doberman's.

After what felt like an eternity later, the Clydesdale gasped softly as he felt his friend take his pride into his wide-open muzzle. Thankfully, the horse didn't have to provide direction regarding the next steps as the pent-up dog started moving up and down on the cock. He was even going at a faster pace than Jake would have expected him to.

"That feels amazing, bud. I see you're really getting it, and are starting to acknowledge the situation your fuck-ups have put you in. I'm going to do my best for you, Tiny. I know you won't like everything I'm going to have to say or do, but I want you to know that whatever happens, I consider you my best friend. Even now. Man, especially now -- you mouth is so fucking good. Though, you could be using a bit more tongue. There's nothing to be shy about, bud. Just let that dog tongue wrap itself around my shaft. I showered this morning, so the taste shouldn't be too strong for ya."

The next ten minutes passed in relative silence for the pair, with the exception of the wet slurping noises coming from Michael's muzzle. For the Mike's first blowjob, Jake fought the urge to place his hands on the back of the Doberman's head. Instead, choosing to let his friend go at his own pace. Still, he couldn't resist occasionally petting the dog's head, while quietly whispering to Mike how great he was doing. For his part, the slave only let his eyes drift closed at the words. 'Maybe this is relaxing for him?' the horse considered. 'Compared to what he's gone through over the last several days, this is probably a huge improvement.'

Predictably, Jake felt himself drawing close to his climax. "Okay, bro. I'm going to be shooting soon. I know you probably heard the stereotype about horse's cumming, and I got to say, there's a bit of truth to it. It's going to be hard to swallow it all, especially with that ring gag on, but I want you to try your best. Don't worry -- I won't be pissed if you make a mess this time. Just focus on swallowing as fast as you can."

And making a mess is exactly what happened, as Michael's inexperienced throat and muzzle instinctively refused to swallow all but the bare minimum needed to keep his airway clear. The dog's eyes were wide as saucers as the immense horse cock in his mouth fired off jet after jet of seemingly endless spunk. Jake couldn't take his eyes away, finding the scene between his legs intensely erotic. His friend Mike, naked and erect, arms bound behind is back with ring gag on, letting his face be inseminated by the only buddy he had left in this world.

Jake wasn't sure how the dog felt about the blowjob, but it couldn't have been that bad for him or he'd of stopped earlier. Still, he wanted to pay his friend back, so in the euphoria of post-orgasmic bliss, he wasn't thinking clearly as he took his cock out of Mike's cum-stained muzzle and got out of the chair and onto the floor. Laying on his side, he took the Doberman's swollen arousal into his mouth, working the flesh as best he knew how.

The dog's moans of pleasure drove him on, encouraging him to practically attack the undersized cock with his lips and tongue. A fierce, almost territorial possessiveness came over the horse as he rubbed his right hand through a puddle of cooling jism, coating his fingers in the slick semen. Then, after making Tiny sit up on his knees, he brought his hand around back, letting his pointer finger find the Doberman's asshole. Before giving his friend a chance to object, he pushed the digit in until the ring of muscle was squeezing around his second knuckle.

Mike's moans had now taken on a desperate intensity, as the Doberman was molested from both sides. As for Jake, he allowed himself to fall into an almost trance-like state -- his muzzle insisting that the dog's cock give up that which it refused to surrender, while his finger diddled Tiny's presumably virgin asshole.

This went on for almost twenty minutes, until it finally dawned on the Clydesdale that he was effectively torturing his friend, since he didn't have the remote control handy. Letting himself gradually slow down before finally halting entirely, Jake stood up and looked down at his friend, who looked right back up at him. The dog's eyes were worried, incredibly needy, and oddly enough, almost affectionate.

"I'm going to go have a talk with this Doctor, Tiny. We'll talk again soon, okay? Give my balls a quick lick, so I know you understand." Jake wasn't sure why he had insisted on such an absurd thing. He could have simply asked his friend to nod. Still, the results were pleasing to the Overseer as the dog hurriedly got into position between his legs to provide the weighty sack with a few strong licks. "Wonderful. I'll see you later today. And I don't want you worrying that I'm not coming back -- understand? We're in this together now." Surprisingly, the Clydesdale felt another couple quick licks as the Doberman again showed that he understood.

Crotch and legs covered in cum, Jake made his way out the room, closing the door behind him. Moments later, Miles came bounding down the hall, his face one giant excited grin. Leading the horse away so they couldn't be heard through the door, the cheetah said "That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life! You're a natural at this! You had that dog eating out of your hand and thanking you for it! Not that you aren't doing him a huge favor. I just wasn't expecting him to come to terms with it so fast. But all credit goes to you, on that point. What a stroke of genius -- the whole thing, top to bottom. And leaving him with a gigantic case of blue balls at the end? You, sir, are a savant."

The horse was feeling a bit embarrassed at the effusive praise. "I just did what I had to, Miles. Nothing special. If he's going to have to come to terms with a new career in porn, I can't be his overseer if he's constantly self conscious about his or my body. I didn't make him do anything, I mean. He could have asked me to leave and I'd of been on the next plane out of town."

"Exactly! A rookie mistake would have been to try and dictate terms to the muscle bound oaf. Instead, you got him to practically beg you to take control of his life. He was so grateful by the end that he was lapping your sack like a scared, lost puppy. Truly magnificent."

Jake was uncomfortable talking about his friend in these terms, so he changed the subject. "What's next, then?"

"That's an easy one: contract negotiation. You and I sit down and figure out what it would take to get you to stay here as Tiny's Chief Overseer. I know that you're in the middle of a college engineering program, but I feel that our offer will be more than completive enough for you to temporarily pause your course work."

"Okay, but there's one term that you should know is non-negotiable for me. After this website is a success and everyone's made their money, I want Mike's contract transferred over to me. I know you said it's against company policy to free a contracted servant, but that doesn't mean he can't be given to me. And if you want my help, that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Actually, I said it's against the Organization's policy, but never mind the semantics. That's an interesting proposal, Mr. Parker. You realize, if we were able to come to that sort of arrangement, you would not be able to free Tiny once you owned him. The Organization would insist on assurances that he would be kept in a certain... lifestyle, and unable to wander the world like a free man. They would even go so far as to periodically check on his status and wellbeing, and would demand that you bring him to a hospital of their choosing if he had any medical issues. Even emergency care."

"But he would no longer be the company's property? If I wanted to bring him home with me, I could? And if I no longer wanted him making videos for this website, he wouldn't have to?"

"Well, we would maintain the rights to his likeness, and the fictional character 'Tiny', in case we wanted to continue that intellectual property on our own. For example, the website might continue on with a new actor taking his place. We would even consider using the last months of his contract to do a special event where we introduced his successor. I can see us filming a video where the two muscle heads make a bet on whose cock was bigger, only to find out they were the exact same size. Then they'd decide that the only fair thing to do was sixty-nine each other. We'd find some way to wind-down Tiny's run, and use the new guy to carry on his legacy."

"Okay, that makes sense. So I'd be able to bring him home with me?"

"There would be special accommodation and travel arrangement requirements in the contract, but yes, you'd be able to bring him back to your home state. But that doesn't mean I won't be trying to convince you to stay here. We need more men like you. Sharp, handsome, authoritative. It would be a real shame to lose you."

"I haven't made up my mind about anything, yet, Mr. Aric. I just want to know where I stand."

"Certainly, Mr. Parker. I feel that we can come to a mutually acceptable arrangement regarding Michael's future. But, there's no need to be so selfless that you don't consider your own needs!"

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Let me put it this way: Signing bonus. Company car. Luxury apartment. Maid service. Grocery delivery. Complementary state-of-the-art smart phone. All these and more are yours for the taking, Jake. You just sign on the dotted line, and your new career as Chief Overseer begins today."

"Well, that all sounds great, and I certainly wouldn't tell you 'no' if you wanted to offer those things up, but I'd also need it in writing that there will be no more surgeries for Mike without my permission. And really, speaking more broadly, any major or minor permanent changes to his body. That includes punishments that would leave a scar."

"You know... if this whole Overseer thing doesn't work out for you, there might be room on my legal team for you. Something to think about. Okay, fine, fine. Anything else?"

"Only that I look forward to working with you, Miles. I truly hope that the terms are as fair on paper as they are coming from you. I'd hate for any... surprises... to be uncovered when I read through the contract."

"I'm sure you'll find that everything is perfectly in order. We at Arch-Grant Staffing Agency pride ourselves on transparency and fairness. It's going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Parker."

And with that, the two men shook hands before Jake excused himself to go take a shower. Walking to his new apartment, the Clydesdale thought of Tiny, still bound and horny where he had been left. 'Sorry buddy. I'll try and get you some relief soon. But I'm afraid you're just going to have to get use to showing your stuff off, wherever you go. That's probably only going to bother you even more when you hear about the website's pitch. I can't imagine what it would feel like to have my cock be a never-ending running joke on the internet. I hope you can learn to deal with it. If you ever want to be free of these people, you'll have swallow your pride."