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The Pizza Party

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer:

The following story contains the following acts:

Oral Sex

Bad Language

Not to mention, it's two guys doing it. So, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!

Chapter 1: Getting Out of the Slump

What can be said about Trelute Cubano? For certain, one could call him a dog and be correct. Also, they could call him male and be correct also. Trelute was a pure bred golden retriever. His fur the color of wheat blowing in the wind, his eyes blue as the Caribbean Sea. For all intents and purposes. Tre was one hot number. Unfortunately for him, from very early on in his life, Trelute was teased and picked on for a variety of things. His family was quite poor and that got a lot of attention from the cruel children. He also had to wear a variety of medical devices early on in his childhood. Trelute was blessed with crooked teeth, scoliosis, and an allergy to grains. Granted, being a canine, he would not have much need for grains, but that also meant he couldn't eat a lot of the cereals and snacks that children his age enjoyed, thus growing apart from his peers.

The medical field is a wonderful thing, as Trelute would soon come to understand. He was still very hurt and emotionally scarred from his classmates' teasing even into Senior year of high school. However, his years of wearing braces and a special device to help straighten his back, Trelute had really grown into his body...very handsomely as well. Even after he went home and escaped the children, however, he still had to face his parents. They had spent thousands of dollars and most of any of the money they'd saved for Trelute's college fund to pay for his medical expenses and let him know constantly.

"Welcome home, how's my living debt today, have fun at school?" His mother would ask him.

Or, "No, we can't eat out tonight, son, we had to spend our money on you," his father would tell him.

Needless to say, Trelute was utterly miserable. As soon as he was old enough, the poor guy moved from his parents apartment and he could almost wear he could hear cheering coming from their bedroom as he closed the door. He had found a fairly low-paying job slinging burgers at McDonald's and was able to scrounge up enough money to get an extremely small apartment in the upper end of the city...an area not known for its luxuriousness. One night, he came home and slumped onto the couch he had taken from the basement. Usually, he would have stripped and quickly gotten into the shower to wash the greasy stink from his body, but decided to call his parents first, since it was his mother's birthday.

Picking up the phone, he punched in their home number and held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello?" came the familiar voice of is mother.

"H-hey...mom?" Tre said softly and nervously. He hadn't really spoken to his parents since he moved out three months ago.

"Son! Hey, what have you been up to?" She asked excitedly. Apparently, having him gone made them a bit happier...it was probably the money they saved.

"Oh, it's going...just wanted to...wish you a Happy Birthday, mom," he said and felt a bit nervous from some reason.

"Thanks, sweety! I wish I could talk, but your father's taking me out for dinner. You know that really fancy italian, place? I'm so excited! Love you, bye!"

Before he could even reply, she had hung up. He sat there, quite numb for a few moments. It was his fault...he had mad ehis parents miserable and now they were happy without him. They were going out to fancy restaurants...probably buying expensive theings for each other. Now that they didn't have the cripple to worry about, they could be happy.

"Fuck it..." he muttered before getting up to go into the bathroom. He tugged off his work shirt and tossed it into the hamper. He shed his pants as well and stepped into the shower to turn it on. The pipes whined and groaned before spewing a very light spray of water.

In short, his building sucked. The power flickered at odd times during the day...the water pressure was horrible...the resident manager was hardly ever home. He'd lived there three months and there was still a broken cabinet door from the previous tenant that the manager hadn't come to fix.

Enduring his gentle-spring-rain of a shower, he pushed his head under the stream, letting the water wash over his naked body, washing away the smell of the day. It was his day off tomorrow and he had decided to sleep in, wake up, eat, and go back to sleep. He was absolutely miserable. His job didn't pay nearly as much as he needed to really live comfortably.

He let out a soft growl. He wasn't sure why he was so angry. He was angry at his parents for being so happy with him gone...he was angry at his boss for being a jerk...he was angry at everyone. He gasped softly and closed his eyes, surprised at his sudden anger. He'd pretty much given up on himself and his happiness back in third grade. The taunts and jeers of those kids still haunted him in his sleep. He shuddered and got out of the shower after turning off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist.

The golden retriever walked over to his computer, the most expensive thing in his apartment, and sat down. It may be the most expensive, but it still was over 5 years old. At least it had internet. He surfed around and talked to a few friends he had met online. Unfortunately...others didn't really like being around him much as...Trelute was kind of a mope. He hardly was ever happy and hardly got excited about much. Yes, at work, they made him smile and be friendly, but it was all an act. He had given up. Completely.

After getting off the computer, he went to bed. However, first, he pulled the mattress from the sofa and laid down. Yes, his apartment was so small, his couch was his bed. As was usual, Tre tossed and turned for hours in bed and never really fell asleep until about 4 in the morning. Suddenly, at about 6 in the morning, his phone rang. He groaned and pushed a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. Unfortunately, without an answering machine, the phone could keep ringing for hours. Reluctantly, his reached out a golden paw and grasped the phone, puling it to him.

"Ung....what?" he said groggily into the mouthpiece.

"Trelute? This is Tasha over at work. We need you to come in today, Bastion called off. We'll expect you here by 7," his manager quickly said before hanging up on him.

"Fuck!" he cried out before punching the mattress. He cursed a bit more and looked up at the cieling. Why did they always call him? He knew the answer before he thought it. It's because, he would always come in. He had no life, no friends...the perfect robot for them to exploit.

Tre grunted and got out of bed/couch and walked into the bathroom to get ready for work again. In about twenty minutes, he had prepped himself and looked into the mirror. His fur was getting a big shaggy and tangled, a disgrace to his breed. Reaching into the hamper, he pulled his shirt back on over his toned chest and stomach. True, he didn't work out or do much excersize, but Trelute was blessed with onegood thing in his life: a high metabolism. He was one of those lucky souls who could eat whatever they wanted and still look like a god. If well groomed and well taken care of, he certainly could look like a god. Right then, he looked more like...well, like a fast food worker.

Grabbing his keys and his bookbag, he walked out and made his way outside to see the bus whizzing past him to barrel down the street.

"Fuck..." he muttered. He noticed he'd been swearing a lot since he moved...must be all the pent up anger and frustration he felt toward, well...life. Luckily for him, work was about a twenty minute walk, so he might be able to make it there in time. Unfortunately, Tre was not lucky and arrived five minutes past 7.

"Trelute, you're late! I'll have to write this in the Discussion Journal and next time, I'm going to write you up. You're running the grill today, hurry up and clock in," his manager said the second he walked in. She was waiting for him, he knew it. She had been standing at the counter, looking from her watch to the door for five minutes just so she would know the exact time he showed up.

Being the broke dog he was, he muttered a, "Yes Ma'am," and walked over to the grill after clocking in. relute went into what he called "McMode." He just entered a zone where all there was was the grill, slap on a piece of meat...flip...serve...slap meat...flip...serve...slap meat...well, you get the idea. For 8 hours, he did this, with a half hour break in between where he ate his free value meal.

At the end of the workday, he was exhausted, but right before he walked out, he heard Tasha call for him. He tried to escape before she saw him, but he knew she'd just wait to call him at 5 in the morning again if he did see what she wanted. He immediately regretted it. Instead of working tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon, he had to come in at 6 to open. He let out another growl and walked out before Tasha could even reprimand him for the growl. Trelute caught the bus and went home, flopping down, instantly falling asleep, having been quite tired.

The phone rang and woke him up suddenly. He blinked and picked it up, "H-hello?"

"Trelute! You're two hours late, are you planning on coming in or getting fired?" Tasha screamed into the headset.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'll be right there!" he said, knowing what she was goin to say.

"That's a write-up, Trelute, and I need you to stay for a double shift, Bastion called off again," she said before hanging up again.

Trelute could have whimpered, had he cared enough. How did he manage to meet every horrible person this world had to offer at the same time. He got ready in record time and actually caught the bus. Sitting back in the seat, he looked around. There weren't many others on the bus. There was an elderly rat male with a cane sitting at the front end of the bus and a well-to-do businesswolf sitting across from him. He looked Tre and for a moment thought the guy was checking him out.

Trelute nervously confronted te guy, "C-can I help you with something?" he said, trying to sound bold.

The wolf only chuckled and shook his head, "No, just seeing what fodder Mickey D's is bringin' in lately."

Trelute glared a bit at him. He was not fodder. It was his first job and no one else would hire him The bus came to a stop and the wolf got up, walking past Trelute. As he did, something fell from his paw at Trelute's footpaws. He watched the wolf walk off the bus before turning his attention to the fallen object. It turned out to be a business card for The Pizza Party.

The Pizza Party was a small-owned pizza place with awesome pizza. it was fairly well known and their big gimmick was that they delivered to anywhere in the city, an amazing feat for such a small restaurant. Flipping the card over, there was something written on the back.

Call me for an interview. There was a number scrolled underneath the message. That wolf was offereing him a job? He wondered if it was a joke. Maybe one of the bullies from his old school found out where he lived and worked and decided to play with him a bit. He shoved the card into his pocket as the bus came to his stop. He got out and walked the few blocked to McDonald's.

Again, Tasha's aim was to make Trelute hate work as much as she could. She had him cleaning the grease traps that day, one of the most degrading jobs there are at that job. If you were given that job and you'd been there for any legth of time...you knew the boss was out to get you.

After working for 16 straight hours, Trelute dragged himself home. He needed a shower badly and pulled off his shirt and reached into his pants to pull the change from hs pocket. He found the business card and looked at it. Thinking back on the day, Trelute decided he didn't care if it was a joke...he had to escape that job more than anything. Perhaps they'd pay him a little more too. He decided to call in the morning. He got in the shower and felt the water running down his body. It felt so good after not getting clean for a day, even if it was a little less pressure than he liked.

One thing Trelute wasn't was hormonal. Very rarely would he get aroused by much of anything.He never really had anything good enough happen for him to be in a good enough mood to get that way. Tonight was different. He reached down, gently grasping his golden sheath, rubbing it gently. He let out a soft murr as it thickened almost on command.

Trelute's sheath was fairly large, about three inches long. One could certainly tell that this doggy was packing quite a bit. As his shaft slid from his sheath, he began to stroke himself slowly, closing his eyes to let the water drain over him as he pleasured himself. He hadn't gotten off since his first night in the apartment and was in need of a good orgasm. He shuddered as his paw slide up and down over his red cock. It was hard and stiff and about 10 inches long now and he gripped the base of it as hs jerked himself off in the shower, feeling his knot grow quickly. He grunted and shivered as his own paw began to bring him closer and closer. Since it had been months, it didn't take him long before he was panting the wall with his hot dog semen. He panted heavily and slowly opened his eyes, watching his seed drool down the wall before quickly wiping it up with a wash cloth. He turned the water offand dried himself off, watching as his doghood slowly shrank back into its home between his legs. The dog slowly climbed into bed and fell asleep soon after, now being utterly exhausted from all the working, glad to finally have a day off tomorrow.

After an amazing rest, Tre slowly woke up and blinked a bit. He slowly go out of bed and put the fold-away bed away before he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth for the first time in many days and finally realized that the sound of a phone hadn't woken him up. He let out a soft sigh of relaxation, but suddenly stopped, knowing his job would call him as soon as he got comfortable.

He left the bathroom and picked up a pair of jeans from the floor. His apartment didn't really have room for a dresser, so most of his clothing ended up in a pile in the corner. There was no telling what sort of insects and creatures had nested under the pile of crumbled up clothes. Trelute reached for his work pants and tugged out his wallet and any change from the pockets. Inside, he found the business card the wolf had dropped the day before.

Should I really even bother calling? He probably just dropped it by accident after making fun of me... He thought depressingly. However, he then thought back to his wonderful job at McDonald's and the meat slinging, the fry cooking, the colorful customer base...and he almost launched himself at the phone. He looked at the card and dialed the number on the back of the card and waited a few rings before someone picked up.

"Hello, Party Pizza?" came a female voice over the phone.

"U-um...hi...I was on the bus a-and...some guy dropped this card and it s-said to call for an interview?" he stated quite nervously. Boy, he felt so stupid as the words came out of his mouth, but they must get it a lot.

The female quickly responded, "Oh, sure! Let me give ya to the bosswolf!"

In a few moments; he heard a familiar voice, the voice of that wolf from the bus; come on the phone, "Yes, Ashlan D., can I help you?"

Trelute cleared his throat and swallowed, "U-um, hi...I'm the...the guy from the bus last night? You dropped your card and, um...I was wondering, did...you mean for me to get it?"

He heard the wolf chuckle in that same charming way he did on the bus and he replied, "Why, of course I did, my dear boy. So, you were interested in interviewing for Party Pizza?"

Trelute nodded wth the phone pressed to his ear, even though the wolf could not see him, "Uh, y-yes, Sir...I, uh...yes, I would."

The wolf hmmed softly into the phone, apparently looking at something, "Well, I've got a few openings today, are you available in a couple hours?"

"W-well, yes, sir, I'm off work today."

"Hehe, that's good. At least they let you off sometimes. Well, come on in at noon and we'll see what we can do, alright?" the wolf asked.

"Yes, sir, I'll be there!" Tre replied. They hung up and Trelute sat on his couch. He smiled slightly. The wolf must want him to work there or he wouldn't have offered an interview. Things were looking very up. He quickly got up and jumped into the shower again as he wanted to be as clean as possible for the interview, hoping beyond allhope that he would get this job.

Trelute knew where Pizza Party was: everyone did. He walked up to the fairly nondescript building and walked into the door. The outside may have not looked very special, but inside was MUCH different. He'd never seen such a restaurant. Yes, you had the tradiational eating areas with tables and chairs, but in the other half of the dining room, it looked very much like a party area. There were about six coffee tables strewn about randomly and about four beanbags to a table, so you could sit in beanbags and just hang out. No wonder this place was popular.

Before leaving the apartment, Trelute had pulled out his only business suit and put that on. He slicked his hair back and was actually surprised at hos handsome he looked. For the first him in...well, ever, the dog had a bounce in his step as he went to the interview.

Trelute walked up to the counter and at the cash register was a female vixen, who smiled pleasantly. he was probably the one he spoke to on the phone. He obviously must have looked really nervous because she giggled.

"U-um, hi...I'm...T-trelute, I'm here for an interview?" he said.

She grinned and nodded, waving him around the counter and pointed him to a door that was marked Manager. He walked up to it, took in a deep breath, and knocked a few times.

The wolf's deep voice came from behind the door, "Come in!"

The Golden Retriever slowly opened the door and peeked his head in, "U-um, Sir, I'm Trelute?"

The wolf nodded and grinned a little, "Come in, come in!"

He walked in and closed the door behind him. Ashlan beckoned him to sit, so Trelute sat in one of the two leather chairs facing the large desk in the middle of the room. Ashlan got up and began to slowly walk around Tre, almost as if he were sizing up the dog.

Being quite nervous, he spoke up, "Uh, S-s-sir?"

The wolf chuckled a bit and went to sit back down at his desk, looking to Trelute. Tre had a bit of a hard time looking into Ashlan's eyes, so he looked down at the desk.

"Alright. So, you want to work at Pizza Party, hmm?" he asked. Trelute nodded.

The wolf continued, "Okay, good. Now, tell me a little about yourself."

The dog looked up, a bit confused, "A-about myself?"

"Well, yes, there you from...age...stuff like that."

He was a bit confused as his interview at McDonald's went quite differently. Either way, he thought a moment and then spoke, "W-well, um...I was born in...San Francisco...l-lived with my parents, but I live o-on my own now, Sir...g-g-got a job at McDonald's and, um...t-that's pretty much it..."

The wolf listened quite intently and nodded as Trelute spoke. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "You always...talk like that, kid?"

Trelute's cheeks flushed a bit at being called a kid. True, he was undoubtably younger than the wolf, but that didn't mean he had to demean him by calling him a kid. He nodded a bit, though, "S-sorry, um...I'm...a bit nervous..."

"Because you're not sure if you'll get this job or not?" the wolf asked simply.

Trelute nodded in reply.

"Well, if you fit a few criteria I have, you will for sure get this job," Aslan told him.

Trelute felt a jump in his stomach. Surely, he was willing to do anything he had to do get this job!

The wolf leaned forward a bit and clasped his paws together, looking at Tre, who still shied his eyes away, "First and foremost, you must have a completely open mind."

Trelute thought a moment, but knew he was pretty open about anything. The kids who teased him, made him hate when people judge others, so he was pretty open, "I-I am sir. Very open."

The wolf grinned a bit and nodded, "Good, good. Now, there is something you must do for me in order to get this job..." he smiled a bit roguishly.

Trelute slowly looked up to the wolf and the instant his eyes met Ashlan's, he knew exactly what the wolf wanted...

"Y-y-you can't...can't be serious!" Trelute quickly stood up from the chair.

The wolf got up as well and held his paws out to Trelute, "Hold on, hold on, Trelute...now, listen, there is something you must know about Pizza Party."

Trelute was about to turn to leave, but stopped when the wolf began to speak.

"Trelute, Pizza Party is a very low-key escort service. Yes, we deliver pizza like a normal pizza place, but for anyone with our 'special' menus, they can order a delivery perspn as well...understand?" the wolf said slowly, looking to see Trelute's reaction.

The dog couldn't believe what he was hearing. He slowly turned around, "Y-y-you're...you're serious? Pizza Party is a hooker joint?"

The wolf chuckled and shook his head a bit, "No, Trelute, Pizza Party is a pizza place. However, some of our clientele enjoy some...company, let's say. Now, I'm going to make you an offer right now...when i saw you on the bus, I immediately knew your situation. Tre, you coule be absolutely smoking if you put your mind to it, but with the amount of mone you make, you'd never do it. I am offering you four thousand a week, plus any tips you receive from deliveries."

The dog's jaw absolutely dropped. Four thousand dollars?! He'd never even had that much in his bank account at any one time. And here, this wolf was offering it to him for his weekly pay. But...he'd have to be...basically a prostitute. The wolf could see the conflict in his eyes and spoke.

"Trelute...so far, out of everyone I have offered this job to...four have flat-out said no...twelve were unsure at first...and only two were basically ready to start right away. Now, you'd think: 'Hey, he's offering me money to fuck people.' Well, it's a little more than that. Since our staff is fairly small, we need all of our deliverers to be...well, versatile. You're straight, aren't you?"

Again, Trelute knew exactly what Ashlan was getting at...in order for him to have this job...he would have to...touch...other males. The concept didn't make him want to throw up or anything, but...it certainly wasn't appealing to him. He sat there a moment and looked up to Ashlan. The wolf was silent, letting him work things over in his mind.

"So, Trelute...if you are interested in this job...I need you to come over here and kneel beside my chair. I have to see how much you want to make four grand a week. And, i will even give your five hundred right out of my pocket now to show you how much I want you!" the wolf said to him very seriously.

Trelute gasped. The wolf had to want him quite badly to offer him five hundred dollars right there for, um...the interview. He swallowed nervously. He wondered what would happen if he said no...he knew their secret, could they afford to let him go, knowing what he now knew?

The wolf grinned a bit, seeming to know what Trelute was thinking. He must have gotten that a lot, "Don't worry, pup. If you say no, you can go on with your life. For one thing, I know you wouldn't tell anyone and for another thing...this is all legit. No way we can be traced. Our customers are very loyal to us and would never corroborate your story."

The dog looked up to Ashlan and nodded a bit. It was do or die time. If he left, he'd be going back to his shitty apartment and shitty job forever. If he stayed...he'd get lots of money and...well, lots of sex as well. What male could turn that down? He could always quit any time if he absolutely couldn't do the male part of the job...he didn't have much to lose.

Feeling quite embarassed, Trelute slowly stood up and walked over to the side of Ashlan's desk. After a slight pause, he sunk to his knees, looking down to the floor. Ashlan grinned quite widely at Trelute's gesture and placed a fairly large paw on Tre's head.

"I'm so pleased, Tre. Now...I realize this will be a first for you and therefore, I will let you explore a little first. And I will guide you along. First things first. Why don't you open my pants?" The wolf asked him.

Trelute swallowed. He was feeling very nervous and vulnerable on the floor as the wolf looked down on him. He raised his shaking paws up slowly and kept his eyes glued on the wolf's crotch, too afraid to look up as he might chicken out of this. He grasped the tops of his dress slacks with his thmbs and forefingers, slowly pulling them open. The zipper opened on his own from the size of the growing bulge in the wolf's boxers. The spicy scent of male arousal hit Trelute's nose and he gasped. He recognized it as he'd smelled it when he pawed off or in the guy's locker room at school.

"Mmm...very good. Many find it easier to feel it throgh the boxers...go ahead...just touch it, Tre," Ashlan said, coaching Trelute.

The retriever gingerly placed a paw onto Ashlan's bulging package and gasped, feeling the warmth it gave off and the fullness. He gently squeezed it, making Ashlan grunt softly. It throbbed a bit in his grasp as he spied a bit of red showing through the hole in his new boss's boxers.

"Yes. Now, grasp the sides and pulls them to my ankles, Tre."

He heard the wolf's voice and did as he was told, just tryin to make it through this if he could. He reached up to grasp the sides of Ashlan's boxers and slowly pulled them down. He gasped again as the wolf's large red cock slapped against his own belly and a bit of precum leaked from the tip. The dog stared at it and shuddered a bit, not sure what to do at all.

"Hehe, come on, you know what would make you feel good. That's why it's so nice to play with other male's, they know what feels good. Now, I'm gonna get to go on your own. I want to see your imagination," Ashlan said before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

Trelute looked up at him and then back down at the throbbing cock. He reached a paw up slowly and let it slowly wrap around the base of the wolfcock. It felt so much warmer than his own shaft, but he knew it probably was the same temperature. He let his paw slowly slide up and then back down, making Ashlan groan softly. It felt quite natural for his paw to be stroking this wolf's cock, it was strange. He watched as more precum leaked from the tip and drooled down on his paw. He sped up a bit, letting his paw stroke off the wolf, who groaned and closed his eyes a bit.

"Mmm...yeah, that's good...why don't you have a taste...see how you like it?" The wolf asked, opening one eye to look down at him.

He wasn't sure he could do it. Yeah, pawing the wolf off was one thing, but actually...putting it in his mouth was quite another. But, he remember the 500 dollars he'd just just for doing it and leaned his head down some until he was mere inches from the tip. He let his tongue slide out and swiped it along the very tip and caught some pre on his tongue. His cheeks blushes deeply at the taste which...wasn't really that bad. It was just a littl salty, really. He took another swipe, this one a little before longer and ran along the whole head, getting some more. The wolf above him groaned a bit more as he licked the wolf's cockhead.

"Oh yes...mmm...now...just...take it in and suck on the tip for me, pup..." Ashlan said, beginning to breath a bit heavier.

Trelute blushes and slowly opened his muzzle as he leaned down over the top of Ashlan's dick. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but the scents and hormones in the air made it seem...almost right. He let his lips close around the tip and closed his eyes as he began to slowly suck on the tip. The wolf gasped and groaned a bit louder at the feel of his wamr muzle on his cock and he felt paws grasp at his headfur. He felt the paws push his head down and he could really stop it. Soon half of the wolf's 8 inch shaft was buried in his muzzle and he shuddered, finding that his own package was bulging now. Ashlan pulled his headfur back, raising off the cock only to push his head back down and plunge five inches in. He began to get a bobbing rhythm onto the wolf's hard cock as more precum leaked into his muzzle. He watched as the wolf's knot grew at the base of his hardness and gasped, never seeing one so close up.

The wolf's finger suddenly tangled harder into his hair as he forced Trelute to take all 8 inches into his muzzle, a bit sliding down his throat and making him gag. He ulled back and thrusted back into Trelute's muzzle, fucking his muzzle as his lust grew quickly. Trelute couldn't do much from his position and just hung on for the ride as this male slid his cock in and out of his throat. Saliva drooled out of his muzzle each time he gagged from the cock, but his reaction was getting better and better, almost not gagging after a few minutes. He whimpered a bit, his hardness becoming almost painful in his own pants as he began to suck at the wolf's cock again as it plunged into his throat.

"Oh fuck, yes, boy...yeah, you're a natural born cocksucker, aren't you?" Ashlan said, causing Trelute to blush a deep red. After a few more hard thrusts, Ashlan began to pants heavily and suddenly tugged his cock from Trelute's muzzle, "Ngg, open your muzzle, boy..."

Trelute quickly complied as Ashlan pressed the tip of his cock to the goldren retriever's tongue and jerked himself off quickly, milking his thick seed on the dog's tongue, grunting and panting heavily. After letting him taste it, Ashlan shoved his cock back into the dog's muzzle, milking himself the rest of the way. He pulled back after a few moment and panted heavily, lookin down at Trelute on his knees.

"Oh fuck...fucking hell, that was good...mmm...your muzzle and tongue are so soft, Tre!"

Trelute couldn't believe what he'd just done. He'd sucked off a male and actually drank down his cum! Granted, he had to admit...he enjoyed the whole thing. And Ashlan's cum was salty like his pre, but it had a slight nutty aftertaste to it that Trelute enjoyed. Ashlans looked down and chuckled a bit. Trelute followed his eyes and found that the wolf was staring at his bulging package.

"Hehe, Trelute, you're hired," He stood up and bent over to get his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled out five crisp benjamins and handed them to Trelute, "Now, come in tomorrow at 9 PM. We'll start your training."

Trelute worked the morning shift at McDonald's so, he could certainly make the 9 o'clock shift at Pizza Party. He wondered just what sort of...training he would receive as well. Ashlan bid him goodbye and Trelute left as the wolf put his footpaws on the desk, his pants strewn on the floor. Aparently, he was pretty open with his nudity. Trelute waved to the vixen at the counter, who grinned and gave him a napkin.

"You've got a little something on your cheek, sweety," she said. He quickly wiped it off and realized it was a bit of Ashlan's cum, amking him blush profusely.

"Don't worry, hun...happens to all of us. See you tomorrow!"

He waved, still blushing deeply as he walked home and wondered what he'd deal with tomorrow at Pizza Party.

Author's Note:

Well, I've overcome my writing slump yet again and I'm fairly pleased with this story. Most of it does come from my recent experiences with my apartment and with my working life in general. There isn't much sex in this story, just a little, but trust me...I plan on covering just about every kink I know with this cute innocent little doggy. This also marks one of the first stories I've done where I focused more on plot and background for my main character than the sex part.

I believe I will be turning this into a long series. Someoof the stories will even be based on other co-workers at The Pizza Party to make it more interesting. For sure, feel free to give me comments!