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Content Warning!: Contains scenes of prostitution, watersports, cigar/ash play, rough sex, musk, and some decent size play.

If all that sounds like its up your alley, then read on!

Had this idea in my head for a while so here I am, whoring a pup out. This story takes place in a universe where Malcolm, my character, ends up owning Prince, eventually leading to having his own pimping service. Fun junk.

All characters belong to me!

Glk. Glk. Glkkk! Vik's shift was already underway, already swallowing down the umpteenth load of the night. There weren't any clocks on the wall, or a watch to look at, just the hairy pubes of some guy and his gut overhanging on top of his head to look at. And of course, the massive throbbing schlong buried deep in his throat, pulsing as volley after volley was shot down his throat. He was a good boy though, certainly learning to be the best he could be, so he swallowed it all the same, even as an over-eager hand came down to hold the back of his skull against that smelly crotch. O-oh god... He was... Right in front of... No. Just be a good pup and swallow his piss. You're a good pup. It's all worth the paycheck in the end... If you're even thinking of it anymore that is.

Vik's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the familiar tickling of a deep and dangerous voice approaching, along with another unfamiliar one. The John above the dog releases him with a grunt, wiping himself off as clearly as he could on the already soiled dog's face, before excusing himself. As Vik collected himself, licking the errant pre-strands on his paw, he finally looked up, catching the latter half of the conversation his owner- I-I mean pimp was having with this... Massive... Elephant. Once again the pup's attention drifted, staring up dreamily at the suited elephant. Though he was fully clothed, the expensive fabric also did little to hide the most important bits of the gentleman, the pup finding himself wanting to edge closer to this studly beast...

"... while I appreciate the offer to sample your finest product-" the suited male glanced down at the already well-fucked blue spotted pup hanging off the arm of the Jaguar " again - I must ensure the quality of all of your stock - even the cheapest - if we're to sponsor your... Lucrative business ventures". "But of course Silias - I can call you that right? - I can assure you all of my whores are top-notch. Take this one here" Malcolm gestures down at the dreamily-staring Vik on the ground, the two powerful men smirking at the dumb pup, "pretty new addition to my roster, even still has a bit of freedom left in him though-" he leans down to the pup, gaining his attention "not for much longer".

At this, Vik blushes. It'd been months since he'd first started working as a whore under Malcolm. In that time, he'd given so much of his life away. First, he eventually quit looking for a new job, this one just paid too well. Eventually, he began to spend less time in his apartment and more in the bunks and private rooms at his pimp's warehouse. And though he still had the occasional weekend off or visit back home ... It was becoming less and less frequent, but he wasn't finding any good reason to want otherwise anymore. Not that he was ready to give in fully, not just yet.

While the pup reminisced, the two men chatted above him. "He's fresh meat?" The elephant inquired. "Got him a few months back, kept him around. He's got some potential, even if he's my cheapest slut right now". "And you think even he can represent the level of quality that we demand?" The elephant's brow raised, clearly not impressed, but Malcolm relents. "Tell you what, you can have a free ride with my boy, feel how good even my cheapest slut feels, and I promise you'll be ready to buy in by the time you nut in his ass" the jaguar grabs Vik by his scruff, pushing his up against the elephant man, who easily towers over the small figure now pressed against the burly frame of this beast. "And if I don't enjoy him?". The jaguar chuckles darkly, "I'm confident in my product. And either way, you win. You get your balls drained for free and maybe you'll have a new, highly profitable escort service to look forward to". It takes a second, but the elephant crosses his arms and huffs, "very well. I'll take this pup to one of your rooms for a 'test spin', we'll call it", he looks down at the naked, slightly dirtied pup, "lead the way then". Malcolm flashes the dog an evil grin as he walks off, knowing already he's won. And now to celebrate a little early with his favorite pair of dogs in his own luxury room, he drags off Prince and beckons to Moose as he wanders the opposite way of the pair.

It does not take long to find a vacant room, and with the door closed behind the pair, the true fun can begin. The elephant says nothing, but his demeanor says everything; he won't be doing any of the work, as he expects to be served wholly. Thankfully, the pup is good at his job, or maybe he's just that eager now to get his paws in this stud's pants. The thought briefly flashes in mind that there is no way he's getting paid for this free demo of his capabilities... But that thought flutters from his mind as his paws successfully unbuckle the front of his pants, letting out that powerful stench of pre-soaked briefs hit his nose. A needy moan escapes his lips as he immediately buries his snout against the damp cloth, underneath is concealing his stiff male-hood, and rather poorly at that. The cloth tents outward, the distinct shape of dick outlined against the darkened fabric, his tip peaks out from one of the leg holes, drooling his cloudy pre onto his fancy shoes. Vik looks up and meets the eyes of the elephant, who just stares down at the pup, waiting expectantly for him to do something he can be impressed by.

Hmph. So be it. The cock-hungry hound pulls down those briefs, the massive trunk of a dick slapping his face as it reveals itself to him. A wet splotch of pre soaks itself into his already matted fur, the stud's cock flexes and writhes against the dog's head. His snout lays at the perfect angle, where his shaft and balls intersect, and he breathes in that heavy musk till he goes cross-eyed... But enough satisfying his own desires. He was with a client. Starting at the base, with his paws holding up that heavy shaft, Vik finds himself licking and polishing those massive, hairy orbs. As if the elephant himself wasn't already massive, practically three times the size of the dog alone, his balls were as big as his head ... But that didn't stop the pup from trying to fit as much of those orbs into his maw as he could. The elephant grunted as he watched the dog suckle on his balls, drinking away at the pre-infused sweat from the creases of his sack, pulling away with a wet smack that made him groan, only to watch the dog go back again. If nothing else, the whore proved eager to perform, though that wasn't to say that the pup wasn't wholly enjoyable. As the elephant stood there, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, sighing as he enjoyed that velvety soft tongue lavish his balls and cock with attention, the copious amounts of warm drool coating his shaft as the whore did his job and- oh. Oh my. His eyes opened as he looked down, watching the pup perform the first of his many whorish talents, outstretching his maw wide open around the blunt tip of the stud's shaft and swallowing the whole head. But he didn't stop there, not even gagging once as he took inches of that dick down his throat, his groans and moans vibrating the soft, yet tight tunnel that surrounded the first half of his cock, sinking further into the slut still. Bewildered, the elephant stared down at the dog, whose eyes were lidded yet clearly shown a smirk at the shocked stud as he swallowed more and more of his shaft, right down to the base. His lips kissed his hairy crotch, chin resting on the sloppy pair of balls he'd just lavished with oral praise, and huffed deeply that enriched stench that those damp pubes held.

For a second, the elephant stood there, shocked at the pup's capabilities. He was several times larger than this tiny little dog, yet he swallowed his whole shaft without breaking so much as a sweat... And fuck was that making him hard. "J-just... Tap if I'm going too rough" he finally said, but didn't wait for the dog to confirm, as his massive hands closed down on either side of his head. He exhaled, staring down at the dog, unsure if he should... But pulled back sharply, only to thrust the dog's face back into his crotch. Nothing. Not even a gag. Just a proud, cock-sure grin. Fuck. Mal trained his whores well. Again, he pulled back, this time even further, until about a quarter of his shaft bulged out his throat, before pounding his hips right back into that dog's nose. And again, nothing. Not a gag, not a sign of discomfort. If anything, the pup was hard and sliding his tongue on the underside of that blunt dick. Fine. Fuck it.

Whapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhap. Once, Vik would've complained about how rough this guy was going. He'd long since stopped caring about the pup underneath, instead jackhammering his massive dick down his throat several times a second ... And it was amazingly hot to feel it move inside him. Thankfully his experience erased away any gag reflex he had at one point, his pimp was sure to train it out of him by throwing him to some rather well-endowed clients. The elephant wasn't even the biggest he'd had. But he was certainly trying to contend to being one of the roughest, as his massive hands clenched down harshly on his head, slamming his hips into his face, almost enough to give someone a concussion. Not Vik though, no he was used to this. Loved it even, craved the feeling of the thickened pre bunching up on his lips as he was thrusted down the stud's shaft. By now the elephant had mostly disrobed; the stuffy suit and shirt eventually became too much for the man, who shrugged it off hastily without stopping his thrusting. More important matters at hand to stop after all. The pup hummed happily, sloppily swallowing down inches of dick as he stared dreamily upwards at the man. He always loved it when he got his clients to take their own clothes off. Usually, they'd demand it be done for them, but if he was good enough the guy or gal would end up forgetting it was even on, only remembering when the sweat-stained fabric clung to their pelts or skin uncomfortably. Too focused on using their whore that they couldn't stop, just needed to keep feeling that good feeling he gave them, and those pesky clothes just got in the way. And now, it all lay unceremoniously in heaps around the elephant's feet, all while their owner grunted and growled deeply as he tested the limits of this cheap whore.

His hands gripped down on the dog's head, holding him down at the very base, keeping him there as he frantically and rapidly thrusted. Short, staccato plows that bashed his nose into the sweaty and damp bush of hair down there, while his cock throbbed violently, shooting pre into the willing whore's throat. Fuck! He'd never been so turned on before, not in a good while. And this was his cheapest slut? The elephant yanked the dog off his shaft, shoving him onto the floor, panting and heaving as he stared down with an unabated fire in his eyes. "Bed. Now." The command was simple, but the way that stud said it, with both urgency and utter agency, the weight of his need to fuck and ruin this bitch in front of him, fuck it made Vik scramble to the bed immediately. No way he could deny his sir, not when he needed to fuck him this badly, not when he himself needed to be bred by this hunk either. In the split second he had to look down at the elephant's shaft, he gulped, realizing just how properly massive the damn thing was. And it was in him too ... And- glk!!

His massive trunk wrapped around his neck, pulling the pup backward in something of a chokehold. He was constricting too, making Vik gasp for air... Of which the elephant was selective as to what and when he'd breathe in. Behind the dog, the stud rummaged around in his suit jacket, finding a weather-proof case that concealed a set of cigars, the smell of tobacco and smoke heavy on them, even unlit. Not that it stayed that way for long, a slow and steady burn lights the expensive roll, of which the elephant takes a drag, savoring the richness of his vice. He looks down at the captive whore, smirking as he flicks the edge of ash that formed at the end of his cigar onto the desperate snout, only now letting the pup breathe in. But fuck, was that a smell. The heady scent of musk and sweat already permeated the air, and being so close to the sweat-slicked stud, in the humid air his hairy pecs held the enriched scent of masculinity, topped off with the savory sweet scent of exotic tobacco. It burned in his nose, as much as the ashes rested on his snout, but in that second Vik couldn't care less. The gentleman was everything of peak high-class scum, the kind that those in his line of work service, the kind that, in spite of himself, he felt a deep desire to stroke their egos. His paws held tightly to the trunk around his neck, gasping softly as the elephant puffed clouds of smoke into his face, breathing in the enriched scent of masculinity, expensive cologne, and tobacco smoke, which made his little cock throb all the harder.

His wasn't the only one raring to go though, the massive trunk of cock-flesh snaked in between the pup's thighs and spread them with its girth. He had the pup sat on the thick log, feeling its weight and wetness between his legs, right under his balls and taint. So humid, so hot ... So slick as it flexed back upwards between his cheeks. Dimly, Vik could feel the prehensile cock press its blunt head against his ruined rim, sloppy from the night's prior work. He felt the pressure mounting as the dick bowed with insistent force, pressuring his hole to give. It dwarfed his hole with ease, to any other it would be impossible to fit such a monster as thick as he... But Vik was the bottom barrel of whores. The elephant would triumph, groaning luxuriously as that sloppy hole gave, punching a massive amount of his length into the well-trained slut. Shaky breath caused stuttering puffs of smoke to flit at his face, the elephant leaning forward and moaning as he enjoyed the tight warmth and sloppiness of the whore he was sampling. Truly a rare feeling for the man, for a bitch to take his cock as much as this pup had, and even rarer still that a whore could take the whole thing.

But by now, the investor had suspended all disbelief, no longer caring to ask for the dog's comfort. If Malcolm meant even the cheapest of whore's could handle anything he threw at them, then surely... Vik's back arched, his mouth opened wider in his wordless moan, eyes rolling backwards as the stud slowly pressed into him. The weight of his belly formed to the concave of his back, resting and pressing him down, yet that bulged his stomach outwards unnaturally, forcing his own member to point ever lower. He felt the hairiness of his john's hips and pubes come to rest against his pert cheeks, signifying the stud had hilted fully... Though neither were truly surprised by now. Even as that cock throbbed and writhed in him, neither of the men were truly surprised by their shared closeness... But both knew what was soon to come.

After what felt like an eternity of the elephant simply luxuriating in the feel of a hole wrapped around the whole of his cock, he finally moved. The sensation was off at first; Vik had gotten used to the feeling of such fullness inside him, and the consistent throbbing was a massage against his insides. But when the stud pulled back, his instincts reacted, his insides unwilling to let the stud go. Like his breath was taken away from him, Vik felt lightheadedness as that cock retreated, whining weakly as he pulled back. Only half his size stayed seated in his depths, the thick log of flesh bulging out right above his own member, only for his breath to be taken from him fully. The pup snapped back into focus, eyes widening as he was lifted off the bed, dangling in the air as he was fully impaled once more on the elephant's dick. Held up by only the member stuffing him deeply in his rear and the trunk around his neck, Vik could only gasp and flail, though weakly as the air in his lungs was already so low. The trunk around his neck tightened, constricting around his throat as it pulled the dog up his shaft, leaving the whore to see spots in his vision. He'd almost pass out, especially as the elephant blew a nasty puff of smoke in his face, further tainting the air he could breathe... But he'd get his reprieve when the grip on his neck loosened, the trunk pulling his body backwards as it pushed the pup down by his shoulders. The wind was knocked from him as he crashed backwards, gasping and moaning deliriously as he was filled once more. A free hand grabbed his ass, squeezing it almost dangerously in the oversized palm, before shifting up a little, holding his hips and pulling him up again. With the help of hand and trunk, Vik was choked again as the cock left his confines, just to the point of passing out, only to be brought back as he was slammed back down to the base.

The elephant watched as he lazily bounced the whore in his lap, using the bitch as if he were a fleshlight. He took a drag of his cigar, now only half of which remained, as he slammed his toy in his hold. It had been a while since a toy could handle his size. The stud smiled, sighing contentedly as he bucked a little harder, and a little faster. The last time a pup could take him was the blue-spotted one, whom the jaguar had taken with him when he first pitched his collaboration, offering the whore as a test of his best. That little dog gave him one of the best lap rides he'd had in his life, and though the experience was certainly nice in its own right ... Rrrffff....! The elephant grunted, snapping back from his reverie, now slamming the dog almost violently down his base, before yanking him up to his flared-blunted tip. There was something much more different, much more carnal about fucking a cheap slut. The highest-selling slut meant he'd have to be delicate, restrained, or at least enough to ensure the most expensive product was damaged, even if the jaguar insisted he could take it. But the cheapest? Another threatening growl, now pinning the dog down to the mattress, slamming his hips ferociously into the pup's upturned rear, while raining beads of sweat down on his pelt. A cheap whore meant he could let loose. He could fuck this bitch as hard and rough as he wanted, and he would take it, all of it, whatever the john gave him, the slave would take. Didn't matter if he couldn't, he was cheap and could be replaced. But of course, Vik wasn't just any whore. He was one of Malcolm's boys, and the pup was certainly proving the jaguar's pups were made of tougher stuff.

Malcolm leaned back, taking a puff of his own stogie as he watched the cam feeds. His own personal slut was bobbing his head below, sucking off the jaguar's erection, albeit languidly as the cat merely lavished in the idle pleasure as he watched his investor absolutely wreck his pet. A dark grin graced his lips, recalling how he'd gotten Vik under his wing so long ago, and how far the dog had fallen. As he watched the elephant's cock slam in and out of the dog's ass on the screen, he was almost giddy with excitement. With hope, this would be the last straw on the proverbial camel's back, what would tip the somewhat resistant pup into fully being his. There was no payment for this john, he'd told the dog as much at the beginning of his shift. But the promise of massive cock and brutal fucking that'd be remembered for weeks was enough to entice the dog. And of course, his expected pay for his shift. But maybe that wasn't necessary for long, not when his every need would be taken care of, if only he lived to do as he was now, forever. His paw reached down and grabbed his slut's hair, pulling him down as he bucked. Yes. This would be it.

Vik could barely hold onto any rational thought. If any could formulate in his vapid mind, it would be extinguished, snuffed with cruel efficiency as the stud pounded him into the bed. By now the cigar was long gone, traces of ashes lingered on his fur, but it all blended together as the stud's sweat rained down on him. He was soaked wholly, felt so wet and dirty, the thick humid air trapped under the several-ton stud above him was all he could breathe. Every part of his body was dominated by this man, owned by him. His hands were pinned down in front of him, his tail yanked painfully backwards, and his hole stretched and ruined by the furious bull's cock, shaping his insides to mold his cock. Vik could feel nothing but that, unable to tell if he'd even gotten off, though the puddle below him reeked of various fluids. He could feel the tremors of the stud's balls slamming against his thighs, the promise of thick, rich seed to soothe his aching innards just held in that massive leathery sack. The staccato thrusts and shaky groans filled his ears, he was ready to burst, so close, so very close, so-!

The trembling roar of the elephant's trumpeting thundered around the room, so loud it'd even be heard through the soundproof room they were in. It shook the very foundation of the place, the walls trembling as the elephant came at last. And Vik felt it all. The earth-tremoring rumble of his client's roar shook his whole body, but stilled him as his stomach distended, a crashing warmth filled his insides as seed erupted into him. His mind blanked, the only thing he could do was feel the seed swelling his gut, pouring from around the john's cock and out against his crotch. It ran down his thighs in thick rivers, unrelenting in force as the stud kept cumming. And it went on, for what seemed to be hours were minutes of unwavering gushes of seed pouring into him before the elephant began to show signs of slowing. The output was tremendous, completely impractical as it pooled under him, ruining the mattress underneath. A few last fatal bucks, thrusting with a deep need to rut left the pup beyond exhausted, on the verge of passing out, if only he'd been any less trained than he was would he have succumbed. But Vik barely held on to the shred of consciousness he had left in him, so fully rocked from the fucking he'd gotten he could scarcely move.

The cock popped out of his ass with a loud, wet squelch. Still, that cock poured seed from his tip, though now it rested and pooled on the small crevice of his back. His hole remained gaped, seed running from his rim as his body did its best to close up and keep what precious seed he could in him. The dog was long gone mentally as the elephant recovered, slowly getting back to business. By the time he'd come to, the stud was gone, leaving him to flop backwards into the pool of fluids left behind. He tested his paw on his chest, heaving and panting, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief.

The elephant looked down at his bitch, his dick still hard, now coated in a layer of cum. He was satisfied... For now. No. No, he wasn't. His dick throbbed, twitched against the bitch, but he grunted with disdain. He could fuck this one again, sure, but...

"That wasn't the deal, Rembrandt" the jaguar hissed on the other end of the line, "you get one freebie to sample my cheapest wares and you'd figure if that was enough to meet your bottom line-". "Please. Malcolm. I've already come to my decision," the elephant said, gathering his things. He remained completely naked, save for his jewelry, as he draped his sweat-stained suit over his forearm, he looked back at the still-dazed dog on the bed. That hole invited him to return, still gaped, ready to be reamed again. He felt the pangs of a need to leak, and almost considered it, but, "I'm in". "While I'm glad to hear that, that doesn't mean you get free reign over my product, I've got a business to run here!" The feline stated snappily.

"Of which I will gladly pay for".

"Oh?".

"I've had my fill of your cheapest selection, and I'd like to sample some of your... better stock, we'll say. Even if I have to pay, well" the stud looked back at the dog, "it's well worth the price". Malcolm chuckled, now pleased with the turn of events, "well, my bad then partner. Tell you what, since we're gonna rub elbows now, how about one more freebie with my slut? He's been begging me to let you use him again, and I owe you an apology for my... curtness".

"As long as you don't mind me using him for a toilet".

The pup on the other line could be heard squealing with glee.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll meet you up there then".

By the time Vik had come to, another slave had waddled in. The room would have to be closed off, changed out after the elephant's romp. Vik sat up groggily, his body aching from all the abuse and use. He could barely muster the strength to get up- "Hey bitch" the voice on the loudspeaker rang out to him. He looked up at the speaker in the ceiling expectantly, still out of breath, "you had your beauty sleep, now get out there and keep working those tables. Just cuz you got fucked by my investor don't mean you're getting out of work. Now get to it". Vik sighed, the twinge of aching pain in his rear reminded him of what he'd just been through... Yet the second he stepped out that door, another set of paws wrapped around his cum covered waist, dragging him away. Another client, another fucking, another load. He licked his chops as he wandered off with his next client.