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Chapter three of The House Always Wins

Written by: Blackfire Story and editing assistance by: Teiran and Shakal

Coming up behind Luke, who was biting his lower lip while examining himself in the floor to ceiling mirror, Hank asked "You ready, champ?"

The coyote was fairly sure he wasn't. And the buff hyena wasn't helping his self confidence by only providing him with a single piece of clothing: an almost too-small jockstrap, that seemed designed to call attention his crotch. Since Luke was still sporting a painfully hard erection after the hyena's muzzle had worked him over, his only choice had been to try and hide his length behind the waistband and fervently hope it didn't slip out. Even then, the entire damn jockstrap was covered in diagonal blue and white stripes, which accentuated rather than hid the fact that he was carrying around wood.

Fidgeting a bit as the Adonis named Hank smiled at him through the reflection in the mirror, the closet submissive resisted the urge to whine, complain, or question. Just a few minutes ago the hyena had been pretty explicit in stating that this was intended to be a test. And while Luke realized he was fairly in the dark regarding the full implications of that statement, he intuitively understood that fussing too much would be grounds for failing that test.

For now, he'd have to simply accept that the Trainer wanted him exposed and off balance, and try his best to cope.

"Yes... sir? I'm sorry, I'm not actually sure how to address you," Luke said awkwardly.

Chuckling in a friendly manner, the hyena replied, "Oh, you can just call me plain ol' Hank. I like it when a boy says my name. I like it even better when they moan my name or scream it into a pillow. Makes everything feel nice and intimidate, don't it?"

As he spoke, Hank took both of the canine's exposed ass cheeks in hand, squeezed them gently and allowed his middle fingers to slip down into the depths of the fleshy crevice and bump against the coyote's sensitive ring of flesh.

Sucking in a breath between clenched teeth in shock at the unexpectedly intimate touch, Luke bucked his hips in surprise, causing his arousal to slip out from beneath its hiding place underneath the waistband and flop around, lewdly visible.

Still standing behind the coyote while grinning at the "boy's" anxiety-riddled expression seen through the mirror, Hank reached around the Product with his right hand, took his shaft between his fingers, and firmly pressed it back underneath the jockstrap's waistband.

"There ya go, stud... let's keep ya nice and modest now. We need to chat with one of the lawyer-types real quick, and I'm thinking he won't want you leaking onto any of his important papers."

"Ahh, a law-lawyer? Is that, ummm... I mean, are you...--"

As Luke tried his best to find a way to protest without it sounding like a protest, the merry hyena hooked two fingers into the side of his waistband and walked towards the examination room's door. Still sputtering ineffectively, Luke was forced to follow along lest he risk the jockstrap tearing loose from his body. He was fairly sure that, should it rip, the hyena would certainly not replace it and he'd be forced to carry on without even this small piece of fabric.

Dragged down various hallways and up flights of stairs by the Trainer's firm grip, Luke's ears would go down each and every time he was unlucky enough to encounter another person. They did this despite the fact that the majority of the time the people in question hardly spared him even a cursory glance. The one exception was when they passed a familiar security guard as they crossed an underground lobby of sorts. Sneering from the corner, the severe looking bull made sure he caught the coyote's eye before winking. Then, taking his taser in one hand and forming an 'O' shape with the other, he pantomimed a rough fucking motion with the device. Before Hank (who seemed entirely unaware of the man's antics) pulled him around another corner, the security officer lowered his hand to his crotched, squeezed it provocatively, and jabbed a thick finger at him through the air while winking once more.

Continuing on down yet another hallway, the coyote kept glancing nervously back over his shoulder, as if afraid that at any moment the menacing bull who had shocked him into unconsciousness would come charging up from behind. Only this time to threaten him with a very different sort of sinister weapon.

Finally ducking in through a door, Luke found himself in a small reception room of sorts. Wooden paneling on the walls, there were a few pieces of plush furniture around the perimeter of the wall and a desk with what appeared to be a secretary on the other side of the room. Beside her lay a door, behind which the coyote assumed was the lawyer's office.

Taking the first seat he came across, Hank landed heavily onto a leather sofa, yanking Luke into the spot next to him as he sat.

On the other side of the room, the petite, large breasted secretary stood up and quickly scampered over to the seated pair. As she walked over, Luke couldn't help but get a good look at her.

The mouse seemed about the typical age for a high-powered attorney's assistant. That is to say, young. The form-fitting outfit she wore seemed designed to highlight her various assets, including a skirt that hugged her hips and a dress with a dipping cleavage line that left little to the imagination, as her breasts threatened to spill out and over at any given moment. Predominantly brown fur played over patches of white fur, including a large patch over her chest that gave her boobs a frosted look.

Noticing Luke's state of undress, she decided to focus her attention on the fully clothed hyena. "Hello, sir. Thank you so much for taking the time to visit Mr. Kessel's office. I'm afraid I don't have you scheduled for an appointment. If this is a legal emergency, could I take a note for you and contact you back with his soonest availability?"

Smiling coyly at the slutily-dressed mouse, Hank guffawed, "Look at you trying to be authoritative. That's cute. What's your name, tits?"

Eyes wide in panic upon the realization that this was not going to be the customary professional exchange, the secretary made a largely inept attempt to regain safe footing.

"Oh, umm, sir, I... that is..."

"I asked you a question, cunt. Or don't you remember your training?" Hank snapped.

'Training?' thought Luke. 'Like legal aid training?' Suddenly, a light bulb went off in the coyote's head, and he realized he wasn't the only submissive in the room.

Head bowed in shame, the big titted secretary stared at her feet and managed to say, "Ms. Sugar Tits, sir..."

"Well, Sugar Tits, here's what's going to happen. You're going to go into that office and then you're going to tell Kessel that I'm here because Aric needs him to take care of something. Not tomorrow. Not later. Now."

Shoulders slumped in defeat, the mouse was resigned to her fate. She was trapped in the unenviable position of being given two contradictory instructions. At this point, a slave in her situation had only one option, which was to decide which path was less wrong and meekly accept the consequences for failing to follow orders.

Hurrying back across the room, Ms. Sugar Tits quietly opened the office door and slipped through. What followed next was two minutes of silence, followed by the sudden loud noise of flesh slapping against flesh, as teary, muffled screams of apology made their way from the other side of the door. For over well over a minute the unmistakable sounds of open-hand spanking could be heard as the mouse begged for forgiveness in an increasingly desperate fashion.

"Sir!" *SLAP* "Oh please, sir!" *SLAP* "I'm so sorry, sir!" *SLAP* "Please, I'll do better, sir!" *SLAP* "Thank you for disciplining me, Sir!" *SLAP* "Sir?!" *SLAP* "Please, sir, no more! *SLAP* I can't-- Sir, it's too much!" *SLAP* "You're too strong, sir!" *SLAP* "Sir, I'll never disobey you again, sir!" *SLAP* "I'm so sah-sah-sorry!" *SLAP*

During this audible abuse, Luke only dared stare at the wall across the room while the Trainer callously flipped through a magazine that had been left near the couch. Eventually the hyena noticed his charge's state of distress, and firmly but gently pulled Luke's head down into his lap, before proceeding to stroke the fur on the side of his head.

The computer programmer was still somewhat dismayed by the continued cries and sobs coming from the room over, but Luke stopped focusing so much on the girl's noisy spanking and started focusing a great deal more on the fact that his head was resting on what felt like Hank's half-hard cock, separated from him by a couple thin layers of fabric.

Eventually the office door opened again. Out stepped the now red-eyed secretary whose tears continued to stream down her feminine face, even as she made her way back across the room.

"Sir? Mr. Kessel will see you now. Please head on in. I'm very sorry for any trouble I caused you. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you."

With a twinkle in his eye, Hank didn't stand up immediately. Instead, he said, "Well... I suppose you could lift up your skirt for us. Show my friend here what you're packing. Go on, now."

Luke wouldn't have thought it was possible, but somehow the secretary became even more crestfallen as she complied with the hyena's demand. Tentatively, she gripped the hem of her skirt and slowly began to pull it up and back.

What she exposed made the coyote sit up and gasp in disbelief.

Rather than the tight, petite vagina that he'd been anticipating, Luke was instead staring at a decidedly masculine package -- except this one was not like any he'd ever seen before. First, the mouse's testicals were simply massive. If her breasts were large in proportion to her thin frame, her nuts were even further out of scale. Secondly, rather than being either entirely free or, instead, being confined inside some sort of chastity cage, her mostly flaccid, slightly above average sized length was pressed down between her legs, pulled tightly over her sack, and tethered to her prenium with a series of piercings through the head of her cock. Four sturdy looking rings kept her mostly-soft pole trapped firmly between her legs. In fact, there was so little slack available that her cock pressed each of her balls into its own portion of its sack, like an air balloon squeezed tightly down the middle.

Enjoying his charge's disbelieving expression, Hank told the coyote, "Go ahead. Try and get even a single finger around that. With the craftsmanship and attention to detail, I bet you can't." Seeing Luke hesitate, the hyena spoke more firmly. "Do it."

Torn between morbid curiosity and propriety, Luke tentatively reached out placed his hand on Ms. Sugar Tits bound, enlarged package. His breathing quickened when he noticed how... alive it felt in his hands. This wasn't some static porn site picture or some staged video. This was a living man's transformed flesh. Or, what use to be a man, anyway. When his subconscious mind suggested to him that it was theoretically possible that none of this had been done with the mouse's consent, Luke couldn't help but press the jockstrap just a little further from his body by his tumescence.

Probing with his finger, the coyote tried to find a spot where he could get his digit between the secretary's ball flesh and partly hard tethered cock. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he realized it wasn't possible. As evidenced by the exaggeratedly pressed apart testicals, Sugar Tits pole was severely locked down.

Perceiving the coyote glance back and forth a few times between her bound tackle and her perky tits, Hank permitted himself a chuckle as the submissive tried to square those two contradictory realities and said, "What's the matter, champ? I thought rich people like you were suppose to hang out with other rich people. Never seen a pair of fake tatas up close on one of your wealthy friends before?"

The bashful programmer could only blush in response. He was in good company, however, as the mouse bit her lower lip in embarrassment at being discussed and forced to expose herself in this manner.

If permitted, Luke could have spent many more minutes touching and examining the mouse's kinky downstairs' configuration, but all too soon Hank sent her on her way. After getting back to her desk, she gingerly sat down in the receptionist chair, making a soft, pained sound to herself as her body weight pressed her down onto the unpadded hardwood seat. Fetching a tissue from the box on the corner of her desk, she dabbed at her red, swollen eyes in an attempt to become presentable for future office visitors.

Standing up while simultaneously pulling Luke to his feet, Hank then led his anxious escortee by the hand through the reception and into the office that lay on its other side.

Inside was a medium sized office, furnished in a very similar aesthetic to the reception area they'd entered from. Here there was an even larger, fancier desk, behind which sat an imposing suited moose, whose huge rack of antlers must have threatened to touch the ceiling whenever he stood up.

Though his suit was objectively speaking, quite large (it would have to be, for the moose to be able to wear it), it still seemed barely able to contain the man's bulk: a combination of his solid frame, muscles, and a bit of fat from a largely sedentary lifestyle. It would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that the lawyer was sporting a chunky belly, but it was clear he wasn't too many more cheesecakes away, either. On the other hand, his suit was also clearly tailored, top of the line, and very expensive.

Flashing a charming smile and leaving forward out of his chair to shake Hank's hand, the moose acted as if he was entirely unaware of the fact that just moments ago he had been reddening the ass of his secretary, whose only crime had been getting caught between two alpha males.

Closing the door behind him, the hyena returned the smile and handshake and took a seat. Taking the chair next to him, Luke hoped someone would explain soon why they needed to talk to a lawyer in the first place.

"Welcome to my office, Mr. Hank. Sorry about the secretary giving you the third degree like that. I'll be sure to talk with her later, at length, about her manners. But, I'm sure you're a busy man, so, to business. I hear you're taking care of something for Aric that you need my attention on? Just say the word -- Kessel's your man!"

The well dressed, bulky moose came off as a bit too smooth and insincere for Luke's tastes. But, with a blush, he realized that he wasn't exactly in a position to judge another man's appearance, since he was sitting in one of the lawyer's office chairs in only a jockstrap. A jockstrap behind which he was very, very hard.

It didn't help that his eyes were transfixed to a damp spot on the desk, which was apparently were the secretary's head rested as she was being... chastised. The coyote felt shame for being so turned on at the thought of this big, beefy moose disciplining his submissive's ass with his bare hand, on the very table that he did important work on.

Noticing that he'd been tuning out the conversation at hand, Luke began paying attention.

"--which is why we need a standard NDA signed for this guy. I'm going to be showing him around a bit and he hasn't been cleared yet."

Frowning at the thought of a non-employee being shown anything at all below the lobby, Kessel scratched his chin before replying, "And you say Aric has signed off on this? Not that I don't take your word for it, but you understand that as a lawyer for the company, I'm beholden to speak with him directly before your... associate is permitted to sign the document."

Unperturbed, the hyena said, "No prob at all. Go ahead and give him a ring. He's the one throwing around deadlines, so I'm sure he'll make himself available to take your call."

Desk phone already in hand, the moose dialed and said, "Very well." A few moments pause later he was able to get the cheetah on the line through one of his assistants.

"Mr. Aric?... Yes, I have a Trainer Hank here, along with an associate he brought in, a Mr..."

Seeing the moose look at him expectantly, the coyote piped up with, "Oh, uh, Luke Burnet."

"Yes, a Mr. Luke Burnet. I understand that I'm to provide him with the NDA paperwork? ... Yes. ... No, not as of yet. ... Understood. Thank you for your time. Goodbye, Mr. Aric."

Setting the phone back down into its cradle, Kessel looked at the Trainer and said, "Again, not that I ever doubted you, but rules are rules. Everything seems to be in order. Now there's just the matter of the paperwork itself. It's actually quite lengthy, as I'm sure you recall. Should we go over it in detail or...?"

Waving his hand in the air dismissively, Hank said, "Give my boy here the short version. The short, short version, rather."

Finally turning his office chair to face the mostly naked coyote, the lawyer flashed Luke his most winning smile and said, "Well, in that case, it's really quite simple. By signing the document that I'll have my secretary bring to us in just a few minutes, you agree that under no circumstances do you hold us responsible for any injury, trauma, or mental or emotional damage you may or may not suffer while on site. This even includes the supremely unlikely event of coma or death. Furthermore, you are legally bound to never discuss anything you hear, see, or observe with any of your senses during your visit today, and during any future visits. Following so far, Mr. Burnet?"

Feeling as though he suddenly had a frog in his throat, Luke couldn't help but think yet again of the mouse in the other room. By signing this contract, he was effectively giving up his rights as a citizen while inside this building. That might be fine for a kinky girl like the secretary, but the coyote wasn't sure he was willing to immerse himself in this culture as deeply as she had.

"I'm... I'm not sure. Err, death, you say? Why is that even in the contract... sir? I don't mean any disrespect, it's just..."

Spotting Hank's displeased expression out of the corner of his eye, the submissive coyote trailed off.

The moose and hyena exchanged glances, silently deciding who was going to tackle the male's flimsy defense of self-worth. Taking charge, Hank spoke up.

"I'm sure our lawyer friend here would tell us we live in a very litigious time, and the company needs to protect itself from people who claim their deliciate sensibilities have been harmed by some of the erotically charged going-ons that happen in the basement floors. As for myself, I got to say, champ, you're looking at this all wrong. This contract isn't something bad that's happening to you. This contract is the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. You know how often we even consider letting people get a peek in our playrooms? Well, with how much money you've spent, you should have a pretty good idea."

Judging by Luke's body language and expression that his objections were already crumbling, the hyena pressed his advantage.

"By signing this document, you'll get to witness acts of carnal pleasure that most people couldn't even imagine. But... if you need further convincing, maybe Mr. Kessel here wouldn't mind calling in his secretary and showing off his custom made desk?"

Never one to shy away from mixing business and pleasure, the moose grinned widely at the hyena's suggestion.

"Fantastic idea, Hank." Pressing and holding a button on his desk phone, the lawyer engaged the intercom and said, "Ms. Sugar Tits, could you bring in the NDA documentation for us, dear?"

A few short seconds later, the dress wearing mouse let herself in and meekly handed a manilla folder to Kessel, saying "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

Removing a modular drawing board from the center of his desk, exposing an oval hole, the large moose said, "Yes. You can get into position, you little slut. Unless you'd like to feel my hand again?"

With a small, panicky yelp, the secretary hurried her way to his side of the desk, leaned all the way over onto the furnishing so that her massive breasts fell through the oval hole, and gripped two wooden dowel hand grips that resided on the far side of the desk. With her face turned flat onto the surface of the desk, her back was effectively perfectly horizontal, with her skirt covered ass hanging off directly in front of where the office chair would normally sit.

Now Luke understood what they meant when they said the golden ticket. In this building, hidden from public view, people explored their sexually without fear of reprisal or judgement. Whether that was crossdressing or getting fucked by your own boss over a fancy desk. And much much more besides went on in this building, the coyote was sure.

"And what do you say now, my little mouse whore?" the secretary's boss asked, running his hand over her ass and up her skirt, before pulling it up and draping it over her lower back.

"Please, sir, punish me with your thick cock! My tiny hole deserves to be spread and stretched by your mammoth dick! Please bludgeon this slut's tight ring with your battering ram, and put her in her place by feeding her ass every inch!"

Fan art by Volatus!

Her kinky words said one thing, but the mouse's acutely worried expression said another. From her face it was fairly clear that she was terrified of the thought that her boss might be even half as rough as she was pleading with him to be. For his part, Luke felt his balls churn at the thought of the sissy getting exactly what she was begging for. Still horned up from the interrupted blowjob while he was on the padded table, the coyote was in the mood to see her handle everything the moose had to give her.

Eyes hazy with lust, the lawyer loosened his tie and unzipped his pants, which was immediately followed by him producing one of the largest dicks Luke had ever seen in his life. Now he understood why the poor girl was so worried. With an audience watching him, it was very unlikely that he'd give her the charity of taking his time in easing that monster in. She was going to get her wish: punished with an ambitious helping of moose cock.

Not forgetting that his end goal was to help his charge get over his (very legitimate) concerns, Hank stood up and encouraged the coyote to do the same. Ushering them both over to the other side of the desk so they could get a better look, the hyena leaned over and whispered something in the moose's ear. With a devious smile, the co-conspirator lawyer addressed the submissive and said, "Come over here my boy. Here, give me your arm and take me in hand. See? That's real power you're holdin' there... Sugar Tits can attest to that."

To Luke, this was almost too surreal. Gripping this man's dauntingly large arousal had an almost dream-like quality for the computer programmer. It occurred to him that he would be absolutely terrified at the prospect of taking this man's pole himself. Instead, he was going to watch some other kinky masochistic slut take it instead. And that difference made this one of the most erotic moments in the coyote's entire life. He felt alive with excitement. A feeling akin to static electricity raced across his veins and through his heart. This is what he wanted. This is what it meant to truly go out and live life, rather than being trapped in some cubicle.

"Now... why don't you line me up nice and straight, and decide for yourself how fast our horny bitch here will have to take it. Just grip it nice and firm at the base, see? Then ease me on in, as slow or as fast, as you like. Don't keep her waiting too long though. You heard her... she's desperate for it. She's practically aching for it."

Aching was most definitely an apt descriptor for how the mouse felt each and every time her Master ordered her to lean over this desk. When he had originally purchased her, he had told her that he obtained her specifically for her dainty size. In the month following becoming his slave, he'd ordered her to stop all ass stretching exercises and instead had her apply a daily cream whose express purpose was to help tighten up her ring. Four weeks later, the moose had taken her for the first time, on this very desk. Insisting that he liked things natural, he used only a bit of her saliva and his copious precum to ease the inaugural passage. Using one of his fancy ties as a bundled up makeshift gag, he forced inch after inch into her perky derriere as she paid him the compliment of breaking her training to beg his patience and mercy. Pleased at her panicky adoration and respect for his length and girth, he took his time working his entirety inside of her.

Since then, the slave had a healthy fear of his shaft, and always did her best to please him so to earn his mercy during the once a month anal hammering. This time, however, she had to rely not on her Master's lawyer-like patience, but, rather, on the kinky sensibilities of the man whose hand lay on the base of her Master's rod, wielding it like some blunt weapon.

Feeling the coyote line up the moose's wholly dry cock head to her artificially tightened entrance, she cracked and pleaded, "Please, sir! I beg you to honor me with your shaft! Just... a bit dampened, perhaps! For your enjoyment! I beg of you, sir!"

Looking down at the man whose hand held his length, Kessel said, "Well, that's really up to our friend here, isn't it? He's the one holding me between his fingers. Maybe you should try directing your pleading to him, Sugar Tits."

Never having taken her Master this bone-dry before, the mouse cried out, "Sir, this worthless slut begs your understanding! Just a dab of lubricant, please!"

Glancing around the room, Luke didn't spot any lube immediately on hand, which didn't surprise him. Still holding a fistfull of moose cock, whose head was already threatening to breach the secretary's initial rectal defenses, he responded, "Umm, I don't see anything. Sir, do you have--"

The coyote cut off as Hank's hands sudden appearance on his head pushed him down until his face was inches away from the shaft he was holding. Then the hyena answered, "Let's get this show on the road, boy. We have people to meet and things to do. You want lube? Provide it yourself. But either way, hurry up."

Hearing the conversation that was occurring around her back end, the slave pleaded her case once more in the hopes of tipping the scales and said, "Sir, please grace my sir's cock with your kiss! It's worthy of your affection and I would be ever so grateful, please, sir!"

Craning his neck to look up at the moose's face, Luke found the man's passive expression to be decidedly unhelpful in determining what to do. If he was hoping to gauge the man's comfort level for receiving an impromptu blowjob from a stranger, Kessel's poker face made it hard for the coyote to decide. The lawyer simply looked back down at the submissive, waiting to see what course of action he took. The hard cock in the coyote's hand, however, was far less neutral -- pulsing constantly with warm life as it sat resting in Luke's palm.

With drawn out lethargy, as to give the lawyer ample time to stop him should he cross a line, Luke moved the moose's shaft up and away from the mouse's anal ring and towards his mouth. For several long seconds, not a one in the room spoke as the dick tip came to rest of the his lips, which it immediately set to moistening the entrance to his mouth with salty spurts of pre.

Coyote stared up at moose. Moose looked back at coyote.

Losing patience, the hyena used his hand to press down on the back of his Product's head, saying "Enough dawdling. Down you go. Say 'aawww' and just keep swallowing"

Mouth suddenly alive with the musky taste and scent of moose flesh which was pressing into his muzzle like a freight train, Luke's senses were awash in carnal flavors. But with Hank still pressing down on his head and with the lawyer now bucking his hips upward, the coyote quickly succumbed to a series of involuntary gag reflexes. Much to the pleasure of the well endowed moose, whose favorite pastime, bar none, was seeing folks struggled with his size.

To Kessel, someone telling him he was big was just hollow words. It's only when they gagged, or yelped, or teared up that he felt the compliment was truly sincere. And so, the coyote's paws on his stomach attempting to press him back and away were of particular delight. The lawyer cherished the way Luke's body was telling him that it was too much, too fast, when he still had so much more to give and no intention of stopping.

Luke, for his part, felt acutely embarrassed at the thought of ruining the sex scene he was in with his inept oral skills. For this reason he simply suffered through his extreme discomfort as two sets of hands held and guided his head up and down, back and forth over Kessel's pole. But while he hated having his soft palate roughed up in this manner, the fact that two huge, hung, muscular studs were both gripping his skull and muzzle and ensuring his total compliance was more than enough to cause the coyote's own arousal to knot up in its too-small jockstrap and spray yet another stream of precum, worsening an already quite large and visible wet stain.

If the moose's forceful thrusting hadn't been playing havoc on his breathing and sinuses, Luke was sure he'd of already blown his load, hands free, into the jock.

Looking up, it was hard to see around the room through his involuntary tears, but the coyote thought that the moose might be smiling back down at him, which made resulted in a warm feeling of contentment wash over him. The lawyer's unreasonably sized sexual apparatus was making things hard on him, there was no doubt about it. But if his suffering allowed the hulking stud to find some pleasure in his muzzle and throat, then Luke felt at peace, knowing the trade off was more than worth it. Well, as 'at peace' as someone can feel when they're being slowly choked out by an unsympathetic man's pummeling moose dick.

For several long minutes the submissive allowed himself to become putty in the two men's hands, who, for their part, were more than happy to take charge and make sure his mouth and throat were thoroughly well bred. Every fifteen or twenty seconds, Hank would let him recover for a moment or two as he 'enjoyed' a few deep, shuddering breaths of consciousness-sustaining air, but immediately afterwards the moose and hyena would get back to the task of working as many inches of Kessel's cock as they could past his lips, which were now slathered in saliva and precum. Whenever light-headedness and oxygen deprivation started to interfere with his active participation, or they thought he was going a bit limp in their arms, they'd allow him a couple more breaths before continuing on with the cycle.

While this was going on behind her, Sugar Tits kept holding onto the two wooden dowels and kept her head flat on the desk, just as she'd be trained. Though she would never dare say it out loud lest she displease her incredibly strict Master, she hoped against hope that the coyote would manage to make the moose cum before the man began his monthly assault on her asshole.

If the lawyer would just allow her to do some basic preparation for his monstrous girth, things wouldn't be nearly so hard on the poor mouse. Or even if he chose to use her rear more than once every few weeks, it might get use to its prodigious size over time, just as her throat had managed to adjust.

But just as a slave doesn't get to choose her Master, a slave likewise doesn't get to decide their Master's kinks. Kessel wanted sex between him and his big breasted submissive to be like climbing the tallest mountain in the world, each and every time. He was a high powered attorney with a big ego, and nothing pleased the moose more than watching a petite bimbo truly struggle to cope with his meat.

Just then, however, as she had been silently hoping, the mouse's heart sang with relief as she heard the most wonderful noises in the world! She knew exactly what those huffs and grunts her Master was making meant. The giant moose had reached the point of no-return, and there was no stopping his orgasm now! Sugar Tits was thrilled that she'd lucked into a temporary reprieve from the Master's harsh sex games. Her tailhole was safe for one more day, which meant her rear would be able to rest and heal a bit from its earlier harsh, punitive spanking.

And true enough, Kessel realized that he'd gotten a little too focused on what he was doing, and that it was too late to stop now. Making an odd combination grunts, coughs, and huffs, the lawyer simply said, "Oh, shit!" and pushed the coyote's head into his lap as far down as it would go. As a deluge of moose cream surged almost directly into Luke's stomach, the submissive had achieve a near-state of nirvana. The potent, musky smell... the wet, sloppy sounds... the oxygen deprivation... the thick, jizzing arousal in his mouth... it had all combined to turn into the best sexual experience a man can have without actually cumming himself.

Just then, Luke was in submissive heaven.

Part of his brain did register and feel vaguely guilty at the fact that he was depriving the other submissive her participation in the scene. But therein lies the wonderful thing about giving up control: there was nothing he or she could have done about it. Besides... he was confident that she'd be riding her dom's pole again before too long, regardless. The lucky slut.

All of this was going through the coyote's head as his arms hung limply at his side while his muzzle was well seeded. Eyes closed, he breathed through his nose when Kessel extracted himself and let his slowly softening dick rest on the coyote's tongue. As the moose continued to drip the remnants of his discharge into his mouth, the hyena stroked his head briefly as one might a dog, and then held up a clipboard with the contract for him to sign.

"See, champ? Nothing to be afraid of. Now... best to sign this right here, so that whenever Kessel here looks back at your signature, he'll remember fondly that you gave your name while his cock sat dripping in your muzzle."

After being handed a pen by Hank, Luke reflexively tried to sit up, only to be still held in place by the lawyer's firm grip and strong arms.

"No, my little pup... you're going to sign this with my dick in your mouth, or I can bend you over my desk and give you the same paddling I just gave my secretary. And then you'll sign it anyway."

While the idea of those brawny arms dishing out a little exotic discipline wasn't entirely unappealing to the coyote, remembering the mouse's panicked cries as she was being spanked made Luke decide that perhaps some kinks are better not experienced first hand.

Gripping the pen, the submissive secumbed to the combined will of the two strong personalities who were running this scene, and signed the document.

In a flash the clipboard was withdrawn and he was finally allowed to pull himself off Kessel's mostly-soft rod. Taking a hand and rubbing at his aching jaw line, the coyote realized that at some point during the blowjob he'd fallen to his knees. Standing up shakily while swallowing repeatedly to clear his mouth of any remaining spunk left there by the moose, Luke couldn't think of what to say to the two men who were looking at him expectantly, so he just said,

"Thanks."

Both the hyena and the moose enjoyed a hearty laugh at this, and then Kessel turned to Hank and said, "Looks like that coyote of yours could end up being a fun date for you." before turning back to the coyote and saying, "Good luck, you two."

A few polite 'thank you's and handshakes later, the pair showed themselves out of the lawyer's office so that they could head off to wherever the Trainer decided they should go next. Luke mentally acknowledged that while in this building he was likely going to have to learn to become more comfortable with being kept ignorant.

But, as they shut the door to the moose's office, the last thing the coyote heard was the thickset man tell his secretary, "No no, naughty girl. Don't get up... I think I'll be ready for round two in just a few minutes."

Through the closed door it was hard to say for certain, but Luke was fairly sure he heard a whimper of desire from the mouse as they left the reception room.