Chapter 3: Things Couldn't Be Better
#3 of The Pizza Party
NOTE: The story's been reformatting, so hopefully there aren't little bits missing like before. Thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer:
The following story contains the following acts:
Domination/Submission
Anal Sex
Bad Language
Violence
Not to mention, it's furs going at it like rabbits, er...bad pun, sorry.... Anyway, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!
Chapter 3: Things Couldn't Be Better
It had been four months since Trelute's first client and things were looking wonderful. Trelute stood in the doorway to his horrible apartment and glanced around at the bare walls and empty floors. Today Trelute was leaving for something better. Two weeks before, he had applied for an apartment in Nob Hill, one of the most expensive parts of San Francisco and much to his surprise, he was accepted. He, with the help of some co-workers, took all of his things and moved them into the new place. He wouldn't miss the old place, but it had almost begun to feel like home. Now, however, he was sure that he would be quite happy at his new home.
The golden retriever took a last lingering glance and closed the door. On the way out, he slid the key under his landlord's door and that was that. He was officially moved out of his apartment. Waiting outside was Sam, the vixen to whom he had bonded since starting work at the Pizza Party. They weren't mates or anything like that. They were best friends who sometimes fooled around if they wanted to or for a client if they so wished. She was smirking as she leaned against the graffiti laden wall outside his apartment.
"All moved out of this shithole?" she asked him.
Trelute blushed just slightly at the insult to his former home, realizing how people looked down on those who lived in places like this. He didn't voice his thoughts, knowing she didn't mean any disrespect.
He gently shoved her and began walking down the street, "Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's get going, I can't wait to arrange everything. That's the best part of moving in!"
The two friends headed down to a parking structure nearby and walked in. On the third floor was Trelute's brand new car. Amazingly, with the money he made at Pizza Party, he was able to put a down payment on a brand new Chevy Aveo. He pressed the button on his keyring, making the car beep-beep as the alarm turned. The two of them got into the car and Trelute started it, murring softly.
Trelut pulled out and began to drive the streets of San Francisco. It took them about 45 minutes with the traffic to get to Nob Hill. Tre pulled into the parking lot under his apartment building. They headed up the elevator to the fifth floor of the building and walked to the end of the hall. There before them was Tre's new apartment. He had seen it, of course, but this would be Sam's first time to behold the majesty of it.
The golden retriever put his new key in the lock and opened the door to reveal the place to Sam. She just stared wide-eyed at it. The first thing one would notice about his new place is...it was completely furnished and decorated. Of course, Trelute was free to get rid of anything he wished. Apparently, the previous owner had a mid-life crisis and went off to find himself and left the landlord to find a tenant. The landlord just happened to be a friend of Trelute's boss, Ashlan, who got him a sweet deal on the place.
Trelute gave Sam the grand tour, which...for an apartment...was quite long. He showed her the living room with the black leather couch sitting in front of the big screen TV. Another amazing aspect of the apartment was the fact that it was a corner apartment. The two outside corners were essentially windows. All one had to do was look outside to see the beautiful view of the city. Next came the kitchen, which had brand new appliances along with a nice table to eat at. After the kitchen, came the superfluous room that Trelute couldn't quite name. It was just a bare room, which probably could serve as a guest room, but Tre had many ideas already of what to do with it.
Sam grinned a bit, still wowed by the place. She looked to Tre and grinned, letting a finger glide over Tre's chest, "Might we see the bedroom now, hmm?"
Tre grinned and took her paw, pulling her across the hall and into the bedroom. The bedroom was absolutely huge. In the middle of the room, under a large window, was a large four-post Victorian style bed. In fact, the whole room had a Victorian theme. The dresser as well as the nightstands were of the same time-frame. Trelute suddenly yipped as he was tackled onto the bed and Sam kissed him deeply. He groaned softly into the kiss. His arms wrapped around the vixen, returning the kiss quickly when his watch suddenly went off.
Tre swore under his breath and looked to the watch. It was time for work. He chuckled and looked up to Sam.
"Time for work, Sammy-girl. I'll have to fuck you later."
Sam mock-pouted on the bed at Trelute, but then giggled. The kissed softly again and Tre waved as he headed off to work, leaving Sam to watch TV or sleep if she wanted to as she was off that day. Tre headed down and got into his car, sighing softly with contentment and began to drive out of the parking lot.
So much had happened in the past four months. Just working at Pizza Party had raised his confidence by miles. He now rarely stuttered. He was still a bit edgy when having to play with males on the job, but that was getting easier each time he did it. Dare he say, he may have even begun to enjoy it? As he drove, Trelute began to think about how far he'd come in his life. True, he didn't have a job that his parents would ever approve of, but he was making it. He had a wonderful place to live now...great friends...fun job. It didn't get much better than this.
Trelute couldn't help but think that he was having too good of a run. Things always brought him down. No matter what good he'd had in his life so far, something's happened to bring him down. All through school he'd been miserable, of course, but...after all this good...Tre just had a nagging feeling of something bad on the horizon.
His mood picked up quickly after one of his favorite songs came on the radio and he bobbed to the music as he headed to work. He pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and headed in, smiling and waving to the cashier at the front. He headed back to clock-in and found Ashlan there. The wolf grinned a bit and goosed his favorite new employee's behind.
"Hello there, enjoy your weekend off?" he asked in his deep voice.
Trelute smiled and nodded, "Yes, sir, it was great. I'm all moved into my new place."
"Wonderful. I'm glad you like it. I know you're just getting here and all, but I've got a client specifically asking for you," his boss told him.
Trelute looked up as Ashlan, "F-for me?"
The wolf chuckled and nodded, "Yes, apparently he heard about you from another client. He ordered a large pepperoni, so go pick it up and get your butt over there, okay?"
Tre nodded as he quickly put his uniform on even though he would soon have it off. He headed into the kitchen, waving to a few co-workers before grabbing the pizza and heading to his car again. With the directions on the pizza box, he headed to his destination. He had no idea what the guy might want from him, but assumed it would be something sexual. He actually blushed a bit, finding himself getting a bit hard in his khaki pants from imagining it. There was something to be said about having sex with completely strangers. It was quite exciting.
He pulled up to the apartment building of the client and rang the intercom.
"Hello?" Came a dark-sounding voice. Tre shuddered a bit and cleared his throat.
"Ahem...P-pizza Party!" he said softly.
The door buzzed and Trelute pulled it open. He slowly headed upstairs and came to the apartment. He knocked on the door and it opened. The room was fairly dark and he looked a bit worried. Suddenly, a large paw reached from around the door and pulled him in. Trelute yelped and dropped the pizza onto the floor as a blindfold was put around his eyes. He struggled a bit, but the fur behind him was obviously much stronger than him. He was shoved against the wall and his paws were pulled behind him, held together by one of the fur's paws. He felt a paw grope at his crotch and a chuckle was heard. The same dark voice from the intercom softly filled his ears.
"Mmm...guess someone was a bit excited to be here, hmm?"
Tre let out a soft growl. This wasn't in his agreement. He wasn't even sure if this guy wanted to just play with him or hurt him. He struggled a bit more, but the paw held him up against the wall as the paw undid his pants and shoved them down. Trelute growled a bit and kept struggling, unable to even see with the blindfold over his eyes. He gasped as he suddenly felt something cold and wet probing under his tail. He tried to kick his legs out, but his crumpled up pants held his footpaws down. He realized that he was being lubed up. The finger slid into his tailhole and he let out a moan and blushed profusely at the larger fur chuckled some.
"You're enjoying this more than I thought. Well, I hope you enjoy this," the fur said menacingly.
Trelute gasped out again as he felt the large fur's cock press and prod at his tailhole. Without much hesitation, the guy behind him thrusted forward and began to fill Trelute's far-from-virgin tailhole with yet another dick. Trelute gritted his teeth and moaned out as he was spread open quite a bit, still held fast against the wall. He felt a cloth being wrapped around his paws, trying them tightly together. Both paws then gripped his hips as the male behind him began to fuck him slowly, that cock sliding in and out of his rump. Trelute's own large doghood slipped from his sheath as he was yiffed up against the wall, his face rubbing against it as he couldn't brace himself with his paws.
The male grunted and groaned as he plowed into the golden retriever's tight ass, pre leaking into him. Trelute heard him chuckle again as he noticed how hard Trelute was, making him blush even more. The paws gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks apart more so the fur could shove more of his malemeat up Tre's hole. The dog rocked back and forth under the fur.as he was pounded hard, feeling quite relieved that he hadn't yet felt a knot, assuming this wasn't a canine that was fucking him.
Trelute was a big disappointed that he couldn't stimulate himself at all, but knew it was more for the client to enjoy than him. He pants heavily as the fur behind him slid his cock in and out quickly, his thrusts becoming a bit erratic, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. After a few more minutes, the fur suddenly cries out and digs his claws into Trelute's ass and thrusts into him hard, holding himself completely in the dog's butt. Warm cum began to fill Trelute's rear-end and he pants heavily, resting a bit against the wall as best he could.
Without a word, the fur tugged out his thick cock and wiped it clean on Trelute's ass. He untied his paws and was suddenly tugged along, having no clue where he was headed. Brightness appeared around the edges of the blindfold and he felt himself being flung. He fell to the floor after tripping on his pants and grunted.
"Had fun, see you later, boy," said the voice as Tre heard the door slam. After a few moments, he realized he had been thrown out of the front door. He then realized his pants were still around his ankles and he gasped, pulling them up quickly before pulling the blindfold off, squinting at the bright light. He sat against the wall, just looking at the door. The fur hadn't paid him, but he was a bit worried to go back in there. As he got up, he felt there was something in his back pocket and pulled out a wad of twenties, gasping as he slowly counted them, heading outside. The guy had given him two thousand dollars! And he hadn't even gotten to see the guy.
Tre slowly walked out, counting the money. He hadn't gotten this much money for months. He walked over to his car and reached for his keys, turning the alarm off. He reached for the door handle and opened it. A paw suddenly slammed the door shut and Tre found himself shoved against the door. He yelped, but assumed it was his client, coming for another round. He heard a growl and a click. After a moment, a barrel was pressed against the back of his head and his eyes opened wide.
"Fucking whore. Just get paid, did you? Yeah, I can smell that cum all over you now give me your money, fag," the voice said. Trelute felt his body begin to shake in fear. The barrel pressed to his head was a gun. He swallowed and began to breath heavily.
"NOW!" The guy yelled loudly in the parking lot and Tre gasped, pulling the wag of twenties out and held them out. They were yanked out and suddenly Trelute felt a sharp pain in his head as the butt of the gun was slammed into his head. He slid down his car and whimpered a bit, turning to look up at his assailant. The guy growls and kicked out at his face with a bit boot, making Tre yelp again in pain.
"Oh, so you think you can look at me, fucking queer?" the guy attacking him was a scrawny-looking feline. He kicked him in the stomach again, Tre's back pressed against the tire of his car. The feline glared down at him and seemed to be getting more upset as time went on. He kept kicking Trelute in the stomach and face. Trelute felt a blackness begin to grow around his vision as he kept getting attacked.
"You fucker...how dare you keep corrupting our society! I'll kill you!" he screamed out at the top of his lungs, his kicks still finding their marks.
Suddenly, the kicks stopped and Trelute looks up, his face bleeding and swollen, his chest hurt when he breathed, probably having a few broken ribs. He looked to the feline, who had the gun drawn out, pointed right at Trelute.
"I'll...I'll kill you, you cocksucker. Say something!" the feline screamed out.
Trelute didn't know what to do. He couldn't think straight, but he knew the guy with the gun was either insane or really homophobic. Tre was just lucky the guy was alone. However, he couldn't really form any coherent words. Suddenly the front door of the apartment slammed open and Trelute heard the dark voice of his latest client.
"What the fuck is going on out here?!" he yelled out.
Unfortunately, this startled the twitchy feline. A loud shot goes through the air and Trelute suddenly feels a pain in his torso. He let out a growl and felt the car behind him lower a bit. It took him a moment to realize why that was...the bullet that just went through his body had punctured the tire of his brand new car, letting the air spew from it.
The feline gasped in shock and dropped the gun. He had apparently not meant to shoot. He took one look at the figure in the doorway and ran off. The last thing Trelute thought before he lost conciousness was, I fucking knew it...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Nope. No Author's Notes.