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"Filthier Little Lies"

Saturday was always hellish at the mall as Gavin Luhman manned his desk in the security office, staring at the monitors in the search of any sort of disturbances. Anything that could help break the monotany of the afternoon that didn't involve screwing something. The bull rested back on his chair, putting his feet onto one of the plain plates of the control panel underneath the monitors as his eyes scanned along them. It was getting to the cooler part of the year and the early holiday shoppers were already piling in. It frustrated Gavin to see such huge crowds building up in September, it wasn't even Halloween but some stores were already huge on the holiday displays and even a few Christmas decorations in some of the seasonal stores. He crossed his large arms over his chest, feeling the bulk of his chest pushing against the cotton uniform shirt he was required to wear and finding it even more annoying and suddenly wanting to slip back into the tee shirt that rested in his locker. It had only been two hours since his shift started and it already felt like his day was coming to an end.

"Hey Luhman." A voice set the bull alert and he turned to see Norton Davis, a newly hired guard had come in behind him and was staring at the monitors. "How's it going?"

"Things're going fine Davis." Gavin said sitting up. "Just a little slow this morning is all. It's something you just have to get used to."

"Doesn't look very slow out there."

Gavin smirked. Davis was a very nerdish type of guy, he had a bit of beef on him to keep him from looking like a twig walking around, but with round glasses and an analytical nature, he definitely wasn't the top of his class physically. "Not to the retailers, no. But remember, our job is to observe and report suspicious behavior, and in my case I tend to intervene a little to dissuade shoplifters."

"You really a brawling type, aren't you, Gavin?"

Gavin chuckled a bit. "When you're my size you don't gotta be, sometimes the guys staring at these guns don't even think about messing with me."

There was a crackle over the radio on Norton's hip that got their attention as it sqawked out: "Security personnel to Hot Topic please, two ladies in a physical brawl over here and they're wielding some of our merchandise and frankly we don't want to get too close."

"Think you could handle that Davis? They sell some pretty sharp shit."

Norton gave a nervous smile. "M-me? Well, I suppose I could do what I can."

"Ah, don't worry I'll come with--" Gavin was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing. "In... a few minutes, I've got to take this." He said as he picked up the phone. "Good morning, security."

"Good morning Mister Luhman." The familiar voice was enough to make Gavin's throat go dry.

"Oh, good morning sir, what can I do for you?" The bull asked. He cupped his hand over the receiver. "It's Asner, I need to take this. You can probably handle that situation Davis."

"Right, right. Yes sir." Norton saluted quickly and scuffled from the room as only otters seemed capable of, and just like that, he had slipped into the crowd and disappeared.

Asner's voice was gruff and unclear for a moment before he cleared his throat. "I know it's already been a week since our last meeting, Gavin but I was wondering if you could come out to see me. I need to ask you a few things and these things are a little personal even to be asking over the phone."

Gavin felt nervous, he too remembered the last time they met up. His ass was still aching, and the taste of the pig's foot in his mouth still persisted, even after a dental cleaning and several heavy brushings. The memory made him smack his lips with his tongue. "T-too personal? What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you when you get out here." Vladimir said sternly. "My address is at two-three-eight-seven Acre Meadows in Canbury."

"Canbury? That's like a three hour trip by car and I don't even have a working car right now."

"So take a taxi, I'll eh-heh... foot the bill." He said adding a layer of creepiness to his sentence. Gavin cringed.

"What about work?"

"I've still got you on loan until we're square, Mister Luhman. So I guess you'll need to take the rest of the day off. Don't worry it's mostly gonna be talk unless I get inspired for something else. Just come on out and we'll chat."

Gavin swallowed the dry lump in his throat. "O-okay, sure. I'll head on over there."

"Great. I'll call a taxi service and have them meet you." Asner said. "And Gavin?"

"Yessir?"

He could practically hear the pig grin as he spoke the words "See you soon." Which sent a chill down the bull's spine.

It was nearly twenty minutes of waiting outside the mall for the cab to show up. Gavin couldn't find himself able to relax, he leaned against the bench meant for the bus stop, crossing one of his brown boots over the other, staring down at his blue jeans and black shirt before pulling his denim jacket closed over his chest a little bit. It was a bit nippier out than it had been recently, the definite shades of summer slowly fading into the fall over the last couple of days especially. He looked up to see a cab making its turn around the circle toward him and he readied himself to climb on board. The driver was a well dressed avian; a seagull that was pretty far from the sea. His white-feathered head hidden under a flimsy cabby hat as he turned to greet the bull climbing in.

"Ey, you heading to Canbury?" He asked in a sharp New York accent.

"Yeah." Gavin answered, guessing my boss called you guys to set it up?"

"You got it. C'mon in, the meter's running."

The drive didn't take nearly as long as Gavin expected, but he'd slept through a good deal of it; the warmth coming through the windows made it a little warmer in the cab than he'd expected and he continually found himself drifting off to sleep. He kept on opening them to see the countryside passing him by and kept mostly to himself soon though the hills began to change colors and darker greens began to line the roads as they neared a very foresty area. The bull yawned and stretched his massive arms as he leaned back against the seats. "How much further?" He asked.

"Few more minutes, and jeeze man. If you were any bigger I'd have to tie you to a trailer and pull you behind me. If ya don't mind me sayin'." The cabby noted.

"I'll keep that in mind." Gavin said with a smirk, almost forgetting the purpose of him coming out here was to meet with a guy who called him his 'bitch' every chance he could.

Looking out the window as they turned onto a gravel and dirt road, Gavin's eyes widened. Surely this couldn't be the place; but there it was, the address Asner gave him which was a rather large cabin at the top of a nearby hill surrounded by acres and acres of mostly untouched greenery behind it. The cabin itself was poking out of the woods and was barely visible unless you were looking for it specifically. As the cab turned into the driveway, the cabby ripped a shred of paper off a small printer situated in the dash and handed it to him. "Here's the receipt for the guy." He said. "Be seeing you around big guy."

"Right." Gavin said as he slid out of the cab and slammed the door shut. The cab then turned and made its way back down the driveway toward the street far below. Gavin sighed a bit and made his way toward the door. "Gav... Gav... what the fuck've you gotten yourself into now?"

Gavin's heavy boots clunked onto the wooden porch as he stepped onto it and as he approached the door, he nearly jumped when it seemed to move on its own and he realized that Asner was standing behind it.

Vladimir Asner was dressed nicely for such an early afternoon alone; he had black slacks and a pair of nice leather dress shoes on and a white long sleeved shirt tucked into them. The top few buttons were undone on the shirt, revealing a bit of his chest underneath, though it did little to hide the pot belly he wore all the time. It wasn't much; Gavin admitted, even for a pig. But he did have a bit of thickness to him that the bull couldn't ignore. Asner smiled toothily and had to suppress a snort as he opened the glass swinging door separating the two of them. "Oh, good you're here." He said in a surprisingly gentle tone of voice. "Why don't you come in?"

"Shouldn't I blow the hairs on your chinny chin first?" Gavin smirked, somehow oddly comfortable all of a sudden.

Asner didn't really emote at that, he gave an almost half-amused scoff before opening his door. "Nah, that's only for the wolves." He jokingly replied as Gavin walked in.

The front room was very large, obviously it was a living room setup with a nice white shag carpet that lined the floor of the room leading over to a fireplace on one side and very near to that was a large couch and television that had to be at least sixty inches in size and flat up against the wall. There was a small flight of five or six steps to the next half level where he could make out a kitchen near the back wall broken in the middle by a dining room between. "Damn, you got a nice place up here." He remarked. "It's a wonder you make it to the office at all."

"This is where I want to go when I want to get away from it all." Asner answered before putting a hand on the bull's shoulder. The pig was about six inches shorter than Gavin who was almost seven feet in height himself, so it was not much of a surprise that they had such a great difference in size as well. "Well? You got your collar on you? I forgot to get it back from you last week when we last." Gavin winced a bit at the reminder, but still pulled open his jacket and withdrew the black collar from the inside pocket. There was a puff of relief that exhaled from Asner's mouth. "Oh thank goodness! I thought I'd lost it, I would've been really pissed if you'd thrown this away or something, you know?" He paused. "I'm glad you kept it though."

Gavin blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Y-yeah..."

"You're my bitch, ain't ya?"

"Yes." Gavin replied. "I'm your bitch."

"Then be a good boy and strip down for me." Asner said as he walked over and seated himself in the nearby chair.

Gavin untucked his shirt and slowly pulled it up over his head, being careful not to catch his horns on the fabric, though they weren't extremely long they often tended to get in the way of him dressing and undressing. His soft black fur covered his body from head to toe further popping out the color of his brown eyes as he returned them to the pig's own gaze. The bull then unbuckled his belt as he used his toes to try and step out of his shoes at once. He failed in getting them off and after unfastening his belt he seated himself briefly to pull his shoes off. Vladimir was watching the entire time, soaking in the muscular form undressing in front of him with baited breath. Once his shoes came off, he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pulled them off. He had on a pair of dark green boxer shorts underneath and his leg muscles flexed as he stepped back onto the carpet with his bare feet as he tugged his jeans off he dropped them rather heavily to the side and returned to an uncomfortable stance looking at the pig.

Vlad tapped his tooth with a fingernail as his eyes passed from the bull's bulbous bulge to his face again. "Did I tell you to stop?" He asked. "All the way, boy."

There was another pause of hesitation, which was halted as soon as Asner got up in a heated huff of breath. Immediately, Gavin ran his thumbs along the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock, even flaccid was quite an impressive feature; about six or seven inches, it dangled wenn between his legs with a hefty sack of balls, which hung behind them. Gavin shifted nervously as though trying to avoid Asner's gaze. He self-consciously had to keep his hands from covering himself from the other man, after all, they'd already fucked it's not like it was something he hadn't seen before.

"Very nice." Asner gave off a bit of a feline purr as he spoke. "Now, the collar."

Gavin had almost forgotten the collar was still clutched in his hand, on the cue from his boss, he wrapped it around his neck and tightened the buckler on the front to steady it in place though there was still a little bit of a slack to it and the collar rested awkwardly on the base of his neck instead. "L-like that?"

Asner stood up and sized the bull up like he was grading a quality of meat. Suddenly, Asner reached up and grabbed the front of the collar. At first jerking it to make sure it was in its place, then pulling to bring Gavin closer and locking lips with him. Gavin gasped at the surprise kiss, trying to pull away eagerly, but Asner kept the grip, enforcing the fact that he wanted this even if Gavin didn't. He felt Vlad's tongue press against his lips, and Gavin tried to pull away again. Insistently, the pig gave Gavin's lower lip a soft bite, and he moved to avoid it, only getting a thick tongue shoved into his mouth anyway.

The kiss was surprising, Gavin felt the pig's tongue push past his teeth and begin to wrestle with his own tongue. He tried to move it, but of course found that Asner's tongue had the upperhand. He tried to wriggle his tongue out from under the pinning but found it tough. He grunted as he was pulled even harder into the pig's mouth, finally giving in after a few moments and trying to wrestle the invading tongue back. Again it was pinned down and their tongues locked together for a moment longer before Vlad finally pulled back and released him from their entanglement. His hand had made its way onto the bull's thick cock, which on stimulation had grown to its impressive ten inch, soda can thick size. It had taken up most the length from his hand to his forearm and Asner grinned with an overconfidence that made the bull feel completely overwhelmed. "You're my bitch, right?"

"Yeah. I guess I am." Gavin responded back, sounding thoroughly annoyed at having to endure this.

There was a hint of irritation that crossed the pig's eyes as he took a long, lingering breath and spoke. "Then it's high time you started acting like one--"

"HHRROOOPH!"

Gavin felt a blinding pain that circled his eyes with spots of darkness along the very edges. He doubled over and felt his knees give out, the sudden sock to his stomach nearly caused his insides to throw up to the outsides, he was very grateful he hadn't eaten a lunch at that point. He gagged and grunted, grabbing his stomach in so much pain. He couldn't believe he got sucker punched like that. He gave a scathing look to Asner who angrily kicked his shoulder and rolled the bull onto his back. "Oh come on, give me those angry stares again, bitch." He said. "Don't forget that I got you by the balls. Any time you say no to me, or defy me in a manner that I don't allow, I can just show that pretty little wife of yours that footage of you banging your little mall-whore and it'll be all over for you!"

"F-fucker..." Gavin whimpered to himself.

"Yeah, maybe. But I'm the fucker that owns your ass." Vlad said. "When you're here in my house, you are subject to MY training, do you understand? You'll be my obedient dog and walk on all fours. I ain't going to make you bark or anything, but when I'm addressing you, you will always *always* address me as 'sir'. Do you understand that? I got you, and if I don't then your whole life's going to become a fuck fest of unimaginable proportions. You will come when I call you, sit when I command you, and stick that ass up for me to fuck you until I'm through with you."

Gavin's face was burning from embarrassment. Him, how could he have let this little twerp have all the power? Why would he do this to himself? "Y-yes... I understand."

"Excuse me?" Vlad asked, putting a hand to his ear.

"I... understand--sir." He emphasized through the clenching of his teeth.

"Hmmph! Better." He said. "Now come." He said as he walked toward the leather chair just opposite the fireplace. "Kneel down over here." He then slid into the seat and relaxed into it, pointing to the floor in front of him. Gavin still took a moment to get up, and when he did he remembered Vlad's instructions. Crawling on his hands and knees, he made his way over to the pig and kneeled down directly in front of him. "Now, an expected greeting from you should be along the lines of "May I pleasure you, sir?" go ahead. Try it."

Gavin groaned, but easily disguised it. "May I pleasure you... sir?"

A broad grin crossed Vlad's face as he leaned back and unzipped the fly of his pants, he pulled his cock from its confines and laid it out in its entirety through the hole in his fly. It was already half-erect, probably from the thrill of power but it was nearly to its eight-inch length as it was. "You can pleasure my cock, pet." He said as he gave the flesh a generous jiggle. "Consider it a reward for your kiss before, I think I'll hold off on you cleaning my feet until the next time." Gavin reached for the cock, which twitched in response. "No, no. Using just your mouth." He said still grinning.

Gavin leaned forward this time and lapped at the tip of the cock with his tongue. It sprang a bit in reflex and he could hear the pig let out a groan of pleasure. At first, Asner played a bit with the bull, picking up his cock and slapping it down onto his snout, letting its wet precum splatter into the dark furred muzzle and forcing Gavin to back away from it, leaving a trail of white along the area. Going back out to his lips, he let the cock fall into the tip of them and he slowly leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around the flesh as it entered his maw. He gave off a sickly moan and leaned back, his shaft springing to life as it slipped into the warm hollow. Gavin made a slurping noise, catching his saliva and the precum as it tried in vain to escape his lips and drip to the floor. The bull was thorough though, he wrapped his tongue around the smooth shaft as he made a slow and deliberate climb toward the base. As he approached the six inch mark though, he felt his gag reflex kick in and he backed off it. He watched as Vlad, who had unbuttoned his shirt by now lean back, exposing his flesh and he began to fondle his nipples fairly roughly with his fingers. The precum dripping onto Gavin's tongue tasted salty and bitter, but at the same time it was making the bull hard as a rock. Somehow he enjoyed being treated as a source of humiliation and embarrassment, and that only made him feel more self conscious. His butt swayed a bit as he dipped in, trying to swallow every inch that Asner had to offer and each time he would pull back to catch a breath. He was breathing somewhat loudly through his nose, but that was drowned out by the occasional guttural grunt from the pig, who was thoroughly enjoying the play.

"Nnnh... oh yeah, that's it, my pet..." He panted his breathing growing even more rapid. "Deeper... deeperrrr..." He moaned but still, Gavin was choking at about six inches.

Finally, Asner threw both of his hands down and grabbed Gavin by each horn. Gavin tried to pull back but it was too late and suddenly he felt the pig's cock shove even harder down his throat. He gagged and tried to pull back, but Vladimir's hold wouldn't allow him to, and there was a sudden popping feeling in the back of his throat. He watched as Asner gasped and threw his entire body upward and back, arching his spine toward the bull like he was some sort of olympian all of a sudden. Violently his thrusts continued into Gavin's throat, he could feel the girth of the pig's member continue to fill and empty his throat, allowing him little to no time to catch his breath as he was literally face fucked by his boss. His balls slapped Gavin's chin like steel, wetly slopping from one side to the other with each long, hard thrust. Gavin couldn't really balance himself and teetered under the heavy slams being fed to him deep down his throat. "Oh yeah... fuck... yeahhhh..." He panted and grunted as he continued to plunge deeper and deeper into Gavin's throat. "NNNHHHH!"

There was a sudden pulsing in Gavin's throat that almost made him sick, a sudden gushing of hot liquid shooting into the back of his mouth, filling his throat to capacity and running over as it left a flood of cum pouring out of his mouth. Gavin was unable to contain it and could feel it soaking his chin and his face. The smell of pungent cum shot up his nose and he gagged before finally being released from Asner's grasp. He coughed and snorted, laying on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. "F-fu-fuck..." He panted.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You aren't a bad bitch, are you?"

"N-no, sir..." Gavin said, looking at the pig with anxious eyes.

Asner shook his head. "Nah, nah. Another lesson you've gotta learn, when I'm done treating you like the bitch you are, you need to always ask "Thank you sir, would you like anything else?" Now go on, try it." There was a short pause, and it looked like Asner was growing impatient. "Bitch, say it."

"Th-thank you, sir. Would you like anything else?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He said. "Come with me." At first Gavin was worried that Asner was leading him to the bedroom, but was a little surprised when he was led into the kitchen. "You hungry pup? Hmm? I got some food and water for my little bitch." He took out two stainless steel dishes and filled one with water from the sink, then placed it on the ground. He then got out a small can from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. Gavin read "Pet Food" scrawled on it in handwriting, which made him nervous.

Asner carefully cut open the can, filling the room with a heavy smell that made Gavin's nose wrinkle in disgust and he poured the messy, meaty slop into the other bowl he'd gotten out. After Asner put it on the floor, Gavin sniffed it; the foul odor permeated his skin and made his entire body crawl in disgust. "Alright boy. Gotta eat it, I didn't get this out for you to turn your nose up at it."

"But it smells like sh--"

"AH! No, bad dog." Asner snatched a newspaper off the counter and swatted the bull with it. "This was made by my pets for my pets. So you don't get any say in how it tastes unless I have you do the same. Now eat it."

Still, Gavin cringed at the smell as he lingered over the food, opting instead to drink out of the water bowl. But as soon as he lifted his head, the pig grabbed it and shoved him face-first into the pile of food. "EAT IT!" He roared insistently.

Gavin choked on the smell and began to slowly eat from the contents of the bowl. It was disgusting and Gavin felt his toes curling with every bite. As he soon came to the bottom of the bowl his head was released and he was allowed to finish the food off on his own. "Good boy. Now you can have some water."

Gavin practically dove face-first into the water bowl. Drinking as fast and as much as he could before Asner grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his head upward. "Alright that's enough." He said with a snort. "Now that I've gone over the lessons you need to know, there's a little game I want to play with you."

Gavin's internal voice started screaming. "Oh, what is it... erm... sir?"

"I'm glad you asked. Not in the right way of course, but it's good to see you're curious." He pulled Gavin upright and wrapped his arms around the bull's massive body. "It's a little game I like to play with my pets. Bring your arms behind you." He said as he pulled Gavin's arms back. Gavin wasn't sure when he had time to get it, but he found his hands now bound behind him by rope and he wasn't able to move them. "Mmmm. Good." He purred in enjoyment. "This game is called "How much Can I make You Moan?" and it goes a little something like this." He said as he put his arms around Gavin and placed his fingers over the male's nipples.

It wasn't a matter of a few seconds before Gavin found himself moaning in a surprised lustful frenzy as his nipples were brutally twisted and pulled. Instantly, the pains of the afternoon's events were gone and replaced with exquisite, torturous pleasure. Gavin gasped and cried out, his arousal quite obvious as a stream of precum began to pour down his shaft and drip onto the linoleum floor under them. Asner grasped his nipples and tugged them apart, almost splitting the bull's chest in two. Gavin felt his cock slapping wetly against his stomach as Asner pulled him back into him. Gavin hissed and moaned even louder, he could feel Asner's rock hard cock pressed against his back and he couldn't even move. He just realized that his screaming sounded a lot like his wife Elisa when they were in the throes of incredible passion not ten years ago. "Mmmm... god, that fe-feels so good sir! Ahhh!" He moaned. "P-please..." He panted. "Please don't stop!"

Asner chuckled in his enjoyment as he pulled harder against Gavin's nipples, twisting them tighter with each time he made the turn. His second arm holding Gavin's waist while his other hand worked between both of the nipples, driving him even more wild. "You like that, huh, you bitch, do your wife, or that fox slut know these buttons? Do you want them to find out?" He asked. "You probably take it like one too, huh?"

It was abrupt, Gavin suddenly found his head shoved to the floor, his arms still tied back behind him as Asner forced him into a pin underneath. The bull's ass hanging in the air matched up with the thick, recharged cock of the pig as it pushed against him. Gavin moaned again, but could hardly breathe from this angle. He could feel the pig's shaft teasing his ass, poking a bit in, then falling out then back in again. The sudden intrusion of the pig's cock was a shock to the bull, who felt his knees slip slightly on the cum he was leaving on the floor. "AHHH! HAHH!" He panted loudly, thoroughly embarrassed at his master's fucking. Asner grunted and plunged in hard and fast, driving down into him like a jackhammer slamming him down into the floor. Every inch slid in hard and deep, then slid almost completely out, leaving his body wanting it again and again. All the while, Abner's other hand didn't pull away from Gavin's nipples and he kept on playing with them. Gavin screamed in sudden surprise as Asner's hand moved from his nipples and began to slap on his ass. Each shock of pain filling the bull with more pleasure than he ever thought possible. Gavin moaned, and rolled his eyes back before suddenly cumming hard all over the floor under them and covering him in his own mess.

"Nnnnh FUCK yes!" Asner cried out in spite of himself, thrusting into him so hard and deep that there was no way to even tell he'd cum until the flood began to fill Gavin's canal in the hot liquid of a second cumshot. There was loud slapping now as Asner's cock began to slap wetly against the bull's hide. After a good several minutes, Asner's thrusts began to slow and his cock soon fell out of his pet's hole, allowing Gavin to collapse to the floor and roll over to stare at him. "Mmm very nice..." Asner admitted before pulling the bull into a long, tongue-filled kiss. "Good boy..." He said with a panting.

"Th-thank you sir. Would you like anything else?" Gavin asked automatically, to which Asner grinned.

"Not yet, my pet. But I'm going to need you to get cleaned up." He said. "We've got a special guest due here any time and you'll want to be clean."

"Who?"

"That's a surprise, pet. Now go."

Gavin was still trembling when he got out of the shower. Remembering his orders, he walked out of the bathroom on all fours and allowed Asner to click a leash onto his still wet collar. He hadn't even been allowed to get dressed while the pig had returned to a nice formal piece of attire, a button up shirt and slacks like he'd had on before. Not five minutes after, the doorbell rang.

"Ah! Looks like our guest's finally arrived." Asner said with a laugh. "Come on, let's go open the door."

Asner led Gavin to the door and pulled it open. To Gavin's shock he watched as the slender leg of a fox stepped through the doorway and into the room. She was dressed in a skirt so short that it almost left nothing to the imagination, she had a red colored tube top on and her long, full head of hair was brushed back over her shoulders. Immediately he recognized the vixen and his jaw fell open.

"R...Roxanne?" He asked in utter shock.

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