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God, I was so excited. After modeling for two years, I had finally gotten the opportunity to star in a well-known statewide photo shoot. From what I had heard, I was turning into a bit of a local celebrity stud, with my lithe pine marten body doing a great job showing off some of the area's clothing and, sometimes, even their underwear. Perhaps, I was a bit of an exhibitionist, along with an overdose of self-confidence, but I hardly saw how that was supposed to be a bad thing. Hell, when I was growing up, all the adults ever said was be yourself, so here I was.

When I arrived at the building, I had to double check to ensure that I was in fact at the correct address. Nothing about this place implied clothing or merchandise, but rather looked like any other corporate building, with somewhere around twelve floors. After a thorough look, I drove by the entrance, stopping at a gate to grab my parking stub. It took just a minute to find a good spot to park my vehicle, and then I strolled out.

My appointment didn't start for another forty minutes, but with little else on my schedule for the day, I had no reason to not show up early. Ruffling my hair a little, I checked my teeth in a mirror, deciding it wouldn't hurt to give them a once over since I had last brushed them this morning. Didn't need to go in with any leftover lunch particles. Opening the door, I immediately found the bathroom, heading straight for it, but was called to a stop very quickly by a deer.

"Hello there, sir. What's your business with us today?"

"I'm Tristan Norman, and I'm scheduled for a photo shoot with Mr. Worthing in about a half hour."

"Oh! My apologies then, sir. I thought I recognized you, but I had to be sure. Mr. Worthing will be quite pleased to see you arrived so promptly. If you could just follow me, I'll take you to his office."

"Let me just use the bathroom real quick and I'd be glad to."

"Of course."

I popped into the restroom with a huge grin. First impressions were huge and it sounded like I had struck it rich with my early arrival. Pulling out my toothbrush, I made good work of the few minutes I had, rinsing the sink water around in my mouth before spitting out. With a Listerine strip on my tongue, I stepped back out into the large pavilion, made eye contact with the large buck and then followed him to the elevators. The door closed and we traveled in relative silence for the next eight floors, finally stopping at level nine.

"Here we are, sir. Mr. Worthing's office is the third door to your left. If you get a little lost, he has a name plate on the window. I'll be back to escort you on your way out after you're done."

"Thank you, Mr...?"

"Call me Irving. Hopefully, we'll see more of each other."

Nodding in thanks, I stepped out of the enclosed space and traversed forward. The hallway was large, but most of the offices on the side were shuttered and closed, as if to hide something. Mr. Worthing's office was no different, so I shrugged as I knocked on the door. An intercom I didn't know existed buzzed to life, making me jump a little in surprise.

"Come on in, Mr. Norman. The door is unlocked."

A little buzz followed, and I grabbed the door handle, opening it up with ease to walk into a well lit room. In it was a very nice couch, and on that couch a black and brown squirrel lounged with what looked to be a glass of liquor. He opened his eyes as I stepped in, grinning while inviting me to sit down with his paw.

"You must be Tristan Norman, the pine marten from York, correct?"

"That would be me. And you are Mr. Worthing, I assume?"

"Hahaha. Oh hell no. My name is Jace and I've been working here for a couple years. You should be honored to have been selected for an interview with him."

"Working here? I Didn't know they needed extra personnel for a photoshoot."

The rodent flicked his tail over to slide over his thighs and gave me a mischievous wink.

"You think he invited you over here for just a photoshoot? Don't be so naïve. He likes you way too much for a shoot. He has other ideas to present to you, I'm sure. I advise you to think about them hard before coming to a conclusion."

I wasn't quite sure what to say, but sat down anyway to contemplate what it all meant. Was I being played into some big scheme, or was this just an opportunity within another opportunity. Jace handed me a glass and poured me a small amount of Jack Daniels.

"Don't worry about it. He'll probably be a little bit, so make yourself at home. I'm happy to chat it up with you if you'd rather it not turn into an awkward silence."

Obliging, we began conversing between each other, getting to know a bit more about our counterpart in the couch. Jace had moved here from Wisconsin after realizing that comedy wasn't really his thing. He liked being in front of crowds or knowing others were watching him, but he had a more morbid sense of humor and those jokes usually landed sour on the audience's ears. I, however, seemed to find him hysterical, and soon we were trading jokes while drinking, leading to the two of us practically rolling on the floor as wave after wave of laughter swam through us.

I had no idea how long she had been standing behind Jace when my eyes finally registered a tall female possum in the room. Feeling a bit embarrassed at how loud we had been, I tried to stall my laughing in order to address her, but failed, managing to only laugh harder when the rodent in front of me made an absolutely ridiculous face. Pivoting in his seat, he smiled at the female, clearly knowing her.

"Hey there Pamela. Sorry about Tristan here, he seems to be having trouble breathing."

She rolled her eyes before ruffling his hair, turning her gaze to me as I caught my breath, pulled myself together and faced her.

"Tristan? I like the name, really just flows off the tongue."

"Thank you. Pamela, was it?"

"Yes, or Mr. Worthing. Your choice."

She flashed me a smile of her teeth and I couldn't help but look quizzically at her as I processed what she said.

"Mister Worthing?"

"It is a bit of an unfair trick, isn't it?" She asked to no one in particular, smiling even more so as she chuckled. "Let's be honest. What guy like you is going to show up to a photo shoot run by Pamela the Possum?"

"I would probably look at a few other options first."

"See, you know what I mean. Women just have it harder these days, so instead, I just made it sound like I was a guy. Oh, and you can't sue me for lying as I changed my full name to Mister Pamela Worthing, so really, I was never not telling the truth anyway."

"Seriously?"

"Hahaha, hell no. My real name is Pamela Rachel Worthing, but just call me Pamela. I run this little place and after scouring over your modeling photos, I knew I wanted you on our team."

"And what exactly is being on your team mean?"

"Well, how about we do what you came here for and we'll talk about it. If you don't want to participate now, I'll let you think about it for a week and then make a final decision then. Either way, you'll still get your photo shoot and the money when you choose whether to stay on or not a week from now."

Finding it fair, I nodded in acceptance and then followed her past Jace and down the hallway. The squirrel surprised me by slapping me on my ass as I passed by. Startled, I looked back at him.

"Knock 'em dead, sexy."

Well, that wasn't expected.

We reached the staging room a few minutes later, entering into a more familiar set up. The studio was a bit more roomy, but much everything else was what I was used to for the shoots. That is, up until I saw what was on the wall to be showcased. Instead of the normal shirts and pants and shorts, or even underwear, there were spiked collars and straps, black leather harnesses and cuffs, muzzles and ball gags, even what looked to be heavy duty clamps. I immediately went from confident to nervous, my eyes shifting back towards the door as I stopped mid step.

"Umm, what is all this?"

The lady possum looked at me and chuckled, turning around to walk up beside me. She was a few inches taller than me, but there was nothing threatening about her posture. One of her paws slid up to rub the back of my neck and I couldn't help but enjoy the touch a little bit.

"There's nothing to worry about, unless the idea of even wearing this stuff is too much for you. Maybe it's time I let you in on what we actually are. A stark contrast exists between the modeling industry and porn industry, but both revolve around performers who like to be seen, who are confident in themselves and want to show it off. The biggest difference is the money.

If you don't want to go through with this, I'll comp you the liquor you drank, buy you a complementary dinner at your favorite restaurant and have one of my drivers take you and your car home safely. The fact that you showed up is enough to satisfy me, especially since I got to see you face to face."

"Okay, and what if I do want to go through with this?"

"That's the spirit. The shoot will last a few hours at most and I want to get around three hundred photos in, so it will be fast work. I'll give you ten percent of your payment up front, and the other ninety will be mailed to you after you make your decision next week."

"How much are we talking here?"

"For just the shoot, I normally would pay out $400, but with your body of work, I think $550 is more than fair. That means you'd walk out of here with fifty-five dollars and receive the other four hundred ninety-five a week from now.

Here's the real kicker, though. If you agree to a small six month contract, I'll add in a signing bonus of five grand."

"Five thousand dollars?! What would I be doing, though?"

That was a huge sum of money. Even with my success as a model rising, the cash only rolled in if I got consistent shoots in and my business had lessened as of late. Five thousand was more than I made in a month and this would be guaranteed. The question was what those six months under contract would be like.

"You're a smart man. I like that. The signing bonus would be separate from the payments. During those six months, you'd be under contract for me to perform in some adult content movies. I'm sure you know what I mean."

"It's obvious enough, yes. I'm guessing your company is geared more towards the BDSM scene, then, considering the inventory of equipment here."

"Well, that's our bread and butter, and if you wanted to stay around and reel in the big bucks that exist in this market, you would need to get involved in them. However, I won't push you too far during the first contract. I hate to make my employees uncomfortable, unless that's the way they like it."

She flashed another smile at me before stepping away, leaving it all on the table for me to decide how I felt. It made me glad for the week of time I would have to think about it, because I would probably need all seven days. The money sounded great, but I had heard stories from my parents warning me about walking into this industry before. There were many stories about young, naïve males and females being seduced by the money and then walking out as shells of themselves years later when that industry had sucked them dry of all their dignity and soul like a vampire.

"I'll definitely want that week to decide."

"They all do, and some choose to join while others don't. I'd love to have you here, but if that's not what you want, then I won't push you. You're more than welcome to do the shoot anyway though."

Taking one last look at the gear on the wall, I licked my lips in thought for a minute. What was there to lose, really? There was no commitment afterwards and all I was doing was wearing it, not having it used for sex. Shrugging my shoulders, I chose to go with it.

"Let's do this."

"Great. Jasper, let's get started."

Stepping out of the corner, a black panther walked up to me, offering a paw for a shake before turning to the equipment. He explained what each one was and what they were used for in short description.

"I'll help you in and out of them once we get going. She'll want some baseline pictures of you first."

"Yep. We'll start off taking some in the outfit you chose to wear on your way here. I'll direct the first few of them, but then I want you to let your personality shine. Get creative for me, but keep it PG friendly. We'll get to the more seductive stuff soon enough."

After a few normal shots of me standing at attention and then some with me flexing or smiling, I was let off the metaphorical leash and got to do some of my own poses. The atmosphere was really chill and accepting and I found myself thoroughly enjoying myself as I moved from a karate pose to one in deep thought, doing whatever came to mind. Pamela would take the picture and the camera would take the shot.

"Alright, that's enough of those, honey. Let's move towards the big boy stuff now."

Even though I felt comfortable around them, I couldn't help but remember that I was about to strip naked in front of two furs I had only met an hour or so ago. My hesitation was not missed by Pamela who seemed to understand pretty well.

"Feeling a bit nervous, Tristan?"

"Yeah. I've never done shots in just my fur, and I hardly know either of you."

"Okay. What if we had someone helping you out that you felt more at ease with then?"

"I'd probably feel better about it."

"Alright." Turning to her left, she addressed the feline. "Jasper, go and find Jace and tell him to come up here." Back towards me. "You seemed to be laughing it up quite a bit with that squirrel. Would he work?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think he would."

"Wonderful. Take a seat and let your nerves calm some. My haunches are aching to see what gear you're packing."

I felt some heat rise to my cheeks when she said that, having a hard time adjusting to such an intimate gathering. Sitting down, I could feel my own length waking up, finding all this talk and the gear on the walls a bit more arousing than before. Still, though, it wasn't enough to convince me that taking my clothes off in front of her was alright.

"SO! Someone's gone all shy on us now, huh?" Jace boomed as he entered the room, receiving a friendly shove from the exiting panther as he came in. Seeing me, he strode over and gave me an accusing glare. "You're not all bark and no bite, are you marty? What do you have in there, a toothpick or a tree branch?"

"Well, it's not that I'm insecure about what I have, just that I haven't done this kind of work before."

"New experiences are meant for those willing to jump in and explore them. No one is going to judge you in here. Besides," the rodent spoke in my ear, almost purring in its deepness, "I'd be really disappointed if you didn't let me see.

My shaft poked through its sheath, throbbing softly at those words. I found the squirrel to be just a hint above sexy, and his smell was rich and warm. His paw lingered at my chin for a second or two before he pulled back, looking me over from top to bottom.

"Go ahead. Let that feral side out. I've heard you weasel types are quite flexible."

I knew I'd blow a big load tonight no matter if I did this or not, but I couldn't say 'no' now. Jace already seemed to know what buttons of mine to push and I found my nervousness disappearing as a want to impress him grew stronger.

"I guarantee you, no one is more flexible than us."

"That's good to know, but can you prove it?"

Instead of speaking, I brought up my paws and slipped right out of my shirt, my cream yellow chest fur shining in the light. Before I could even move my paws back down, Jace had unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving me in just my boxers. I had never really taken too much inventory of my sexual preferences, but as it stood generally, I liked both sides of the coin if they pulled my strings the right way, and boy, was this squirrel ever doing that.

"Damn, Jace. Seems like our pine marten here is finding you all sorts of attractive."

"I have a way with those who'd normally want to eat me. Kind of an adrenaline rush."

There was definitely an adrenaline rush running through my member, with blood rushing to it as I grew hot from the bushy tailed rodent's stare.

"Careful there, Jace, or else I'm gonna end up skipping the appetizer and go straight to the main course."

"Oh, don't tempt me, Tristan. You've still got a job to do."

And with that, I swept my boxers off and got going. Picture after picture was taken of me in just my nude self, multiple poses directed by the possum camerawoman before I was given the freedom again. I chose some of the most seductive looks I could think of, going from fierce to needy to submissive and arrogant. My shaft held strong throughout the whole encounter, hard and rigid, more than ready to press onward.

"Well, I think that's it for those. Jace, how about you go help our stud into some of those items. You get first pick, marten."

I walked over to the equipment, scanning my eyes over the now rather alluring items. A studded collar with a ring held two chains with clamps at the end. My nipples twinged at the thought and I looked further. There was a tight leather harness with three rings hanging at the bottom for my package. A wicked throb shot through my dick and I knew I wanted it. Not wanting to stop at just that, I went for a ball gag and spiked paw cuffs. Jace slipped on the cuffs first before putting on the harness, making sure to spend a few extra seconds slipping the rings into position around my cock before tightening them down hard.

Hissing in pleasure, I felt my length harden even more, my balls tightly hugged. The eight inch long boner throbbed and twitched with every heart beat and when Jace's fingers trailed up the underside of it, I jerked back into him with vigor. He said nothing, but soon fitted the ball gag into my mouth, silencing me for the most part before leading me back to the camera.

"My, oh my. You were sexy before, but this is downright heavenly." Pamela seemed very impressed, but at this point, it was Jace's opinion that mattered more to me. He stayed close by as we grabbed some pics. I couldn't help but notice as he took his own clothes off, his naked body soon entwining with mine as I cried into the gag, yearning for more contact than the light touches he gave me. Pamela took more photos of the two of us, the squirrel leaving for a quick second to don his own gear. He came sporting a spiked sheath ring and a more dominant looking harness. His paws were fitted with leather gloves that opened up at the ends to allow for his claws. What impressed me more was his look. I had noticed before, but now his black and blue tipped mohawk really looked good. He had a small nose ring coupled with light blue nipple rings. His brown chest was covered in a flowing tribal tattoo. He wore a spiked collar of his own and as he stepped to me, I wished for more than just a simple photo shoot.

A drop of precum dribbled out of my shaft as he moved closer, my eyes pleading for him to move forward with it. He came face to face with me, two claws dipping down to trace up my swollen urethra, pulling a muffled moan through my gagged lips as another drop of precum began to form at the tip.

"Too bad we're only here for pictures, Tristan. I'd love to see you squirm and hear you moan for release as I took you from behind."

I couldn't have that. My long tail flicked in frustration as he brought his paws up to my nipples, giving them a rough pinch before he dropped to his knees, leveling his head with my shaft. I watched as his tongue slipped out of his maw trailing just around my glans as glorious shots of pleasure hit me. Jace's tongue slipped back up my head to lick off the precum, and that's when I heard the first picture click. Moving forward, the squirrel opened his maw and took the head of my shaft inside, closing his lips right around my glans.

Arching my head, I groaned as another picture was taken, feeling him softly suck at my trapped tip, his tongue sliding out to glide along my underside. The sensation was terrific, purely electrifying and that was probably the last time I heard the click of the picture as I lost myself in his delirious touch. For a few beautiful seconds, he just remained where he was, lashing his tongue around my stiffness as he suckled at the head, pulling out a few more drops of precum. It was unlike any experience I had before. Not that I hadn't had sex with both guys and girls a few times, but each caress of his tongue was another high upon itself.

I might have cum right then if it weren't for the restraining hold of the rings around me. The touch of his tongue along with how hot I was feeling was easily enough to bring me over the edge, but my balls couldn't surge that much and the pressure of the ring around the base of my cock held it off. In the end, just a trickle of semen slipped through my urethra for the rodent to suck up. He took a couple inches more of me inside his maw, his tongue disappearing to assault the newly trapped volume. I craned my neck and arched my body, pressing into his luxurious touch, but he advanced on his own speed, simply moving his head back as I pressed inward.

Giving in to his control, I closed my eyes and stilled my body, just letting him work his magic. Another inch slid into him, half my length now being soaked by his saliva. I tried to take deep breaths as ecstasy flowed through me, but it was hard sailing. A few seconds later, he pulled his lips back to my glans, my shaft shivering as cold air hit the wet and exposed skin. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull off completely, but then he raised his back and angled his neck before gliding forward slowly. Inch by inch, my member sank into his maw, my tip soon wedging into the back of his throat and then going deeper into his esophagus.

I shuddered in his grip as his nose pressed into my pubic fur, every inch gloriously warm in his maw as he stilled and took in my musk. A paw snuck up, three fingers pressing up against my perineum to firmly rub against it for a few seconds as he suckled on my engorged martenhood. My ears laid flat against my head as I felt the tingle run through my balls, only to be stopped again by the viciously tight cock harness. For a few more seconds, he kept my dick in his maw, but eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he slid off of it completely, smiling as he stood back up to face me at full height.

He brought his paws up my sides, gripping them possessively before they roamed to my chest, again finding my hard nipples to firmly pinch them. He didn't let go immediately this time and I soon found myself weakly struggling against his hold.

"I do wonder what you'd say right now if you could talk, but hey, you're the one who chose the gag."

I would have kissed him then and there, but my lips and forepaws were filled and restrained, respectively. My nipples soon ached and throbbed miserably as he gripped them, beginning to twist them at tight angles. Groaning, I opened my eyes in time to see his muzzle disappear underneath my chin, his maw soon pressed up against my exposed neck as his tongue began to assault it with vigor. His saliva soaked my vulnerable neck, the fluid dribbling down to my collarbone. I didn't fight him in the least, his domination more than clear as he claimed me in every way short of my filling my backside.

His tongue traveled from my chin to my collarbone, his teeth just grazing my tense muscles. As he pressed further forward, I felt the wet tip of my shaft touch his own member, his continued movement soon having the two lengths pressed comfortably together, sandwiched between our bodies. I chittered when I felt his barbell piercings run along the sides of my own undecorated dick, teasing them ever so slightly as he gently ground against me.

Finally, to my utmost relief, his fingers let go of my nubs, the flesh there aching strongly from the abuse, but I found myself loving every sharp throb they sent through my chest. I couldn't find a single thing I didn't love about the rodent molesting me, from his smell to the exotic touch of his paws. His tongue was working wonders on me while his teeth toyed with some of my most critically needed items. My jugular and carotid both pulsed with tension as his teeth so nimbly nipped at them, my libido increasing exponentially at the carnal knowledge of him being just one bite away from bleeding me out in seconds.

My neck was soon red with blood from his nips. I could feel every pulse of blood there as well as each throb in my shaft that was now dribbling out precum with each deliberately slow thrust against it. I wanted him in me so badly, but Jace kept playing around, his paws now sliding down my back, those claws tickling my spine, pressing hard into each vertebrae as he headed south. When he reached the base of my tail, his paws split and each grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed while he ground one last time against my length.

"Do you want me to make you mine tonight?"

"Mmmmfff!" I nodded through my ball gag, unswallowed spit drooling out in a long strand. His lips caught it and he let it fall into his own maw, savoring the flavor before he dug his claws into my rump.

"You don't even know, do you? The camera's been rolling ever since I first approached you. The pictures are just still frames of the whole action."

My eyes bugged open in pure surprise, the thought that there was video of the whole encounter making me nervous and scared, but also even more aroused and hot. Jace just kept smiling that devilish grin at me, his paws giving my rump yet another hard grope before sliding around my front to lightly grip my penis. It throbbed desperately in his soft touch, leaking out a few more drops of translucent pre onto his paws.

"It won't be released to the public without your signature, Tristan. Then again, we're not continuing without your signature. You either shake your head and I'll remove all these restraints and you'll go home with just five hundred dollars, or else you nod your head, I undo your cuffs just long enough for you to sign the release form, then I re-cuff them and fuck you hard all the way to the greatest orgasm you've never experienced."

I huffed through my gag, watching as he departed from me to pick up a clipboard from a nearby desk. He brought it close to my face so I could read every word, my eyes scanning over them to find that it was indeed a release form for an unnamed video, taken today, though the time block was still empty. It had Jace's name as Jason Stewart, with his signature already placed down next to it. Underneath it was my name, Tristan Norman, with a blank line next to it. Reading down even further showed that there was a signing bonus of five grand for each participant, plus 15% of the profit for each of us. The other 70% would go to the company for unspecified fees.

Once I was done reading, I lifted my gaze to Jace, who chuckled before placing the form back on the table and then sliding the table to me. I watched as he rounded behind me, his arms slipping up my chest, his maw nipping between my shoulder blades. His touch was making me crazy, my most demanding thought being my prick, rigid between my legs. I tensed hard as he brought a claw up from each paw to the edges of my nipples, beginning to slowly circle around them. I didn't fight him in the least, simply groaning through my gag as he stimulated them.

Soon, I felt my calves beginning to twitch uncontrollably, the tingling nerves tensing more and more as the feeling traveled up to my thighs and pelvis. It was an uncanny feeling, as I knew it had to originate from his circling touch on my nipples, but how it was happening was unexplainable. His tongue kept working at my shoulder blades, making me shiver upstairs even as my lower torso began to tighten, making it harder to breathe. Sharp shocks were running through my nipples and I could feel them growing hard, whatever remaining blood there was running to the pair of nubs.

I shook, I shuddered, I moaned, and then it happened. With every muscle in my body tense as fuck, a shockwave flooded through me, every nerve singing in soft pleasure as I felt the tension rush out of me with each heave. Jace pinched my nipples as I shook in his grasp, relaxing more and more until I was leaning against his hot body, panting as best I could through the gag. He slid his muzzle next to mine, rubbing against me as his paws let go of my nipples to gently wrap around my waist.

"So, now that your mind is clear, what's your decision?"

There was no hesitation left for me to hold out on, so I nodded, almost eagerly. Smiling, he lifted the key from the necklace he wore and brought it down to my wrists. As he unclasped each one, he rubbed the stiff joints and held them as I brought them down to the table. I grabbed the pen on desk, using my other paw to hold the clipboard down, took in one more deep breath, running through everything this signature meant, and then put it down on paper.

"Ohh, you're going to get it bad now, stud."

Jace pulled my wrists back behind me and locked the cuffs back around them. Leaving me for a few seconds, he pulled the table away, out of the view of the camera, and then came back. Grabbing the gag, he pulled it off of my face, lifting a water bottle to my lips. I drank with glee, the fluid helping to cool my body down, savoring every drop until he threw the empty bottle behind him. A second later and it was his lips against mine, our combined desires almost instantly re-igniting the fire inside my body. Our tongues danced for a good minute, taking time to explore each other's maws, scrubbing against the fleshy inside of our cheeks and running across the other's sharp teeth.

He then broke it, lifted the gag back up to my mouth and pressed it in again, leaving me in my silence as he slid around me. I heard him drop to his knees and then one paw moved to grip my tail and lift it. I stiffened when I felt his breath hot against my strained balls, those tight veins bulging with effort. I twitched as his teeth grazed each taut orb, his maw soon wrapping around them, suckling the pair, coating them with his spit before letting them go again. His heavenly appendage then danced to my perineum, tracing all the way up its length before his lips pressed hard against it.

Nibbles soon followed and I could feel the drips of precum again spilling from my dick. The spire throbbed with each squeeze of his jaw, my stiff perineum loving the attention. Soon, though, his real target became clear. When I felt the first touch of his member against my pucker, shock ran through me like lightning. I had never been rimmed before, and the image that ran through my head of Jace driving his tongue into my hot depths was intoxicating.

He was gone for a few seconds before his tongue was back, lashing around my tailstar with fervor. I sucked air in through my nostrils, trying to maintain coherency as the feral lust of his touch played with my mind. Though he continued to circle around, I could feel him closing in on the target, a missile guidance system locking on before his tongue left only to have the target hit spot on as his lips met my quivering hole, making out with them for a second or two before his curled tongue speared into my anus.

Exotic. That was the only word I could find to describe how it felt. Something like a four course dinner served at a gourmet restaurant that was paying you to be there and try its food. I stung a little when he first penetrated, but his tongue was small and agile and he was soon thrusting his inches into my rump like a determined wasp landing a stinger on its victim, except that this thrummed wonderfully instead of hurt. He saliva quickly and thoroughly soaked my walls, but his hunger for me was ravenous and not so quickly sated. Minute after minute poured on as he drove his tongue against different areas, stimulating all of me while his spit drooled out to his lips and down his muzzle.

I could hardly stand by the time he was finished, his tongue finally sliding out of my tingling anus. Strands of his saliva spread from his lips to my ass, soon roping over my back as he pulled me to my knees and then guided me to the ground. My knees and face now supported my weight, but Jace quickly slid a soft pillow underneath my head. Lifting himself up, he pressed his crotch against my rear, the point sliding into the crevice between my cheeks.

Precum smeared into my cleft, soaking it further as the squirrel began to grind against my taut muscles. I could feel my wet tailstar twitch and flicker as his essence was spread over my ass like honey on bread. Each stroke was exquisite in its own right, slickening his path more and more until his smooth rodent cock was just gliding through my rear without effort. He had marked me on my neck, my back, my balls and now he was doing so on my rump. Soon he would enter into it and finish the job.

His thrusts were now focused on my pucker, the tip driving against the opening just a little bit before flowing up over my tail. His precum was now drooling out, but he just groaned out before unsteadily lowering his crotch as he leaned forward. This was the moment, that single, intense pause before the beginning of coitus. His hips aimed his barbell-pierced dick against my opening, the two of us both taking a deep breath in unison before he drove forward.

The first few inches slipped in with ease, his drenching of my walls making initial entry a breeze. It still hurt like hell, though, and I tensed heavily and moaned as the sharp ache hit me. His arms wrapped around my upper chest, his teeth gripping that area of loose skin just below my collar. The pressure from behind increased and soon I felt his rod begin to dive in further.

Three inches. I could feel his tip against my prostate, the very edge of it tickling my swollen and sensitive nub. I huffed and groaned into the gag, loving the surges of bliss running through me to counteract the pain of having my anus stretched. Closing my eyes, I squeezed my sphincter around him as he continued deeper into me.

Four inches. The first of his ladder of piercings was pushed up against my prostate, stroking firmly against it as it slowly passed by. The second one joined and my nub sang as it was pinched. Precum spurted out of my engorged dick, followed by the sound of sputtered breathing as drool poured out of my gagged maw.

Five inches. God, he was so deep. Four barbells had run over my prostate and I could hardly contain myself. Each one felt like it was increasing the level of carnal need in my body, my p-spot sending shockwaves of coursing glee through me as it was thoroughly stimulated.

Six inches. His paws danced over my chest, tickling my nipples and then moving down to stroke claws over my ribs. I could hardly breathe, I wanted- no, needed him that badly. In all my sexual relationships with males, I had never quite understood why some of them were so happy to take it up the rear as I had always thought a tight hole beat anything else. God, I was so wrong!

Seven inches. The last barbell pressed past my prostate, the squirrel's balls lightly tapping up against my own. I felt him throb in me, warm precum spitting even deeper to coat the way for the future climaxal flood of semen. I was lost in my own world, and in that world, only ecstasy, lust, Jace and I existed. A paw slid up my chest and neck, stopping at the gag before my partner ripped it off.

"I want to hear you say it, Tristan. Tell me what it is your body wants, what it needs."

"I n-need you to fu...fuck me. Hard. Like a jackha-ammer. Make me scream your name."

"Oh, scream you will. We'll see if you even remember my name by the time we peak out."

Digging his paws into my shoulders, I felt the rodent put all his weight on me before pulling his shaft out a few inches. He held stationary for a few seconds before he slammed home, driving all the air from my lungs. I drew in another breath as he lingered there for a second before pulling back again, this time even further, letting every barbell roll against my prostate. I shut my eyes as he plunged forward again, using gravity to smash into me as his sac slapped up against my own.

The ache I felt from such a slap only made me desire a harder one, my whole body craving the rough contact. My spire had never been this rigid before, pulsing and throbbing in solitude as it spat precum onto the pillow, against my face and onto the floor below it. I was finding it impossible to think in this situation, my feral instinct too determined to breed to remember I was a male. My ass quaked with each thrust and I needed to feel his seed pouring deep into me. His precum wasn't enough, even as it spat so deep I could feel it in my rectum.

Whether it was biologically possible for a male to be in heat, I felt it. My insides burned and itched with a need that only the squirrel now rhythmically plunging into me could fulfill. His teeth held my neck in his grasp, his paws tightly holding my shoulders for balance as he slammed home again and again. Deep pleasure washed over me, wave after wave of glory rushing over and through my body as I was so forcefully taken.

I began to pant in delirium, my mind so rattled by need and the bludgeoning thrusts from behind me that I couldn't form a rational thought. I forgot who I was, I forgot where I was, none of it mattered. All that mattered was our mutual release. I needed him to breed me just as much as I needed to cum. Every thought centered around that focus, the pleasure and pressure and heat building up to that crescendo of mind blowing carnality that would boil over into the most intense release I could have dreamed of.

His thrust were becoming erratic, the spacing and length changing randomly as his tension grew. My shaft was throbbing wildly in the open, begging for those few strokes that would send it past the barrier of those rings. The moment was coming, but just as soon as I thought we were going to spill over, it stopped. Still buried inside me, Jace gasped for air, his length throbbing rapidly. I heard him moan into my neck, seemingly trying to fight off release and for a few seconds, I thought he would fail.

Collapsing on top of me, he used his paws to lift him up again, dropping to his knees, bringing my rear with him.

"Jace, why? God, why!"

"Because...there's one last thing I want you to feel first."

With that, I heard the click of a box being opened. He moved it into the open so I could see it. His paws pulled out a long, thin silver spine, its length adorned with many sets of beads, each grouped into three every couple inches. It was about two feet long and several millimeters thick. My clouded mind couldn't quite process what it was, so I just watched as he pulled out sanitizer and rubbed it all over the rod. He rinsed it off with some water before opening a tube of lubrication and covering it in copious amounts. That's when I recognized what it was: a sounding rod.

I shook my head in fear, but Jace simply pulled me up to him, his shaft still throbbing inside me.

"You've trusted me this far, Tristan. Why stop now just because it's something new?"

"I heard it hurts, bad."

"They wouldn't be used if all they did was hurt. It hurt when I entered you, but that was hardly enough to deter you."

Staring at the silver rod, I couldn't shake the fear from my mind, but as I considered it, the fear turned me on even more. I watched as precum leaked out of my shaft. Jace began to move the syrup covered catheter, soon leveling the tip to my drooling piss slit.

"You ready to go skydiving?"

Looking one more time at the rod hovering above my shaft, I let my breath loose and nodded. I heard Jace purr behind me before the rod began to descend. It was cold, so very cold, as if both the lube and rod had been left in a fridge. The tapered spine slid in deeper, delving in an inch or two before my first flinch. He stopped for a second, judging me before lifting up ever so slightly and then pressing back down. Again, sharp pain ripped through me and I twitched.

I felt his other paw take hold of my shaft and give it a light stroke before gripping gently around the tip. The pain then intensified to a point where I whimpered and then it was gone, the rod sliding in a few more inches, the first set of beads rubbing nicely inside my urethra. Sighing, I knew I would have never been able to get past that on my own, but now, I wanted to know how deep it really would go. I didn't have to wait long.

Inch after inch of the flexible rod slipped into my penis, the lubrication sliding down my tube in front of the tip as he went deeper. His paw squeezed hard around my shaft and I could feel the sensitive flesh of my piss tube press against the metal. His firm hold continued as he sunk the sound even deeper, far enough that I knew it was in the roots of my cock. It was an enormous turn on and I could feel myself throbbing in his grasp. The taut ring around the base of my length helped me to feel as each ball slipped past it. Suddenly, I felt the tip graze against my prostate and I gasped, not even expecting it, but Jace just held me as the rod slipped deeper, the smooth length rubbing against my nub while his length pressed against it from the other side. Looking down, I saw that only six inches of the rod was still outside my slit.

"This is insane."

"Just wait for it."

I did and soon I had my head arched as he slid that first set of beads against my prostate, moving the rod back and forth as I panted, moaned and twitched against him. My anus gripped at his dick as he worked that thing through me. Then, he slid it further, those beads leaving me as it slipped even deeper. I lost touch with where the tip was as three more inches slid into me. Then, there it was, pressing against a taut hole that was ten times as sensitive as my prostate, if maybe a little less pleasurable. The shock was incredible, making me shudder and gasp.

"What the fuck is that?" I had no idea.

"That's your bladder. Take a deep breath, marten."

I did, and then he pushed hard against it, opening up the hole just enough for the tip to press into the sac. My paws went rigid and I began to sweat, the sensation so immense that I couldn't even speak. Only a small knob was left resting outside my shaft.

"Take another one, Tristan."

Again, I did, and then he twisted the knob and my world went white. The second set of beads vibrated against my prostate and the tip rumbled against what I could only envision as the male version of a cervix. I dug my paws into his thighs so hard I drew blood, but he didn't seem to care. My world was crashing around me, the sensations were too intense, too much, but I was too overwhelmed by them to do anything about it other than tense up like a coiled spring.

Indescribable, insane ecstasy shot through me as I felt my balls finally beat their restraints, sending a torrent of sperm into my canal. The rod helped me feel my prostate as it secreted a huge amount of semen in as well. My whole spire flared against the rod, and then it was moving again, exiting in one swift pull. Stuttering for air, for breath, I clamped up and screamed.

"JACE!"

My cock throbbed as seed soared out of it, ejaculating multiple feet into the air in one long spurt that lasted close to four seconds. Another powerful spasm ran through it as more seed launched itself into the air. After the third spurt, the squirrel pushed me forward and began to thrust into me again, his twitching dick with its piercings helping to surge even more pleasure through my prostate, milking it for every bit of cum it could produce. My climax hadn't even stopped by the time his hit, his nails digging into my shoulders as he threw his head back and yelled.

We came in unison for several wonderful seconds as my violent orgasm sputtered out. His heat poured into me, filling my colon and then gurgling deeper into my rectum. Each throb of his spunk was massive, the liquid heat burrowing into my depths. Soon, I felt it in my intestines, slightly bloating my chest before he finally wore down. A few thick, greasy drops fell down my ass, rolling over my still taut balls.

"You're mine, Tristan."

"Yes, sir."

"AND CUT."