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Bailey loitered outside the bakery, rubbing his sooty black paws together against the cold. The russet coloured fox stood off to one side in a little alleyway, one eye on his little green scooter, and both ears trained on the bakery staff to hear the order number.

The delivery app chimed as the rotund beaver behind the counter yelled out the order number. "Thirty-two, special cake". Bailey rushed up to the counter, flashed his phone and bundled the big white delivery box into the basket on the front of his scooter.

Last delivery of the day, then he could get out of this cold and curl up in front of the TV. He kicked the stand up off his scooter and sped away into the dwindling evening light.

It wasn't so bad, doing deliveries after school. He'd managed to save up a fair bit and maybe that could kick start the next phase of his education, or maybe he would just have to spend it all on rent. He grimaced ruefully as he made his way out into the inner suburbs, navigating tenuously by the small screen on his mobile phone mounted to the handle bars.

He approached his destination as the last shards of light glinted off his wing mirrors. The apartment was nice, a small window box of colours hung just above the door. He kicked the stand on his scooter back down, lifted the box from the basket and frowned. Now that he thought of it, this cake seemed awfully light. He should have checked it at the bakery.

He balanced the box on one arm as he lifted an edge of the box. There was something small and shiny in there. Maybe loose change, but it most certainly didn't look or smell like cake. His heart sank.

This was it, he was sure to be fired on the spot. His ears flattened in dismay as he considered his options. Perhaps he could go back and demand they put the cake in. No, that was silly, it was too late for that. Perhaps he could…

The door opened and a larger older fox opened the door with a wry smile on his muzzle. Bailey's fur frizzed in surprise. Your-delivery-I'm-sorry-sir-but-it-looks-like-there-has-been-some-kind-of-mistake-I'm-so-sorry-let-me-fix-it-for-you.

The older fox's voice was as smooth as honey. "A mix up? Oh dear, that sounds troubling, why don't you come on in and we can sort it all out."

Usually, Bailey would have run a mile rather than walk into some stranger's house, but he was so flustered from the mistake he did precisely as he was told.

"I… I'm really sorry, but I don't think there's any cake in this box at all" he managed.

"Oh, that's ok, sweetheart, we have cake here aplenty." the other fix grinned with a twinkle in his eye as he closed the door.

Bailey gulped. "What do you…"

"I've had my eye on you for quite some time, Bailey" the younger fox's heart leapt at the stranger mentioning his own name.

"Or perhaps I should call you 'comfy'?"

Bailey felt a shiver up his spine and despite himself, felt a stirring between his legs. "comfyseat69" was his online handle on his favourite fetish website. A website where he posted a lot of kinky art involving his own particular obsession.

"Open the box for me." it wasn't a request, it was a clear instruction, and Bailey found his paws reaching for the box and opening it up. With the lid fully open he could plainly see the collar and leash he'd delivered all this way.

"Bring them to me"

The young fox reached into the box, his heart beating so loudly in his ears he was sure this stranger must be able to hear it as well. He lifted the collar and leash out, proffering them to… what was this guy's name again?

As if reading his mind the other fox smiled and took the collar and leash from his quivering paws. "You can call me 'sir' or 'master', how does that sound, little fox?"

Bailey nodded slowly shyly "yes… sir…"

The collar slipped wordlessly over his ears, the rough leather brushed against his whiskers and he felt the collar tighten around his neck.

"There now, you look better" sir said pleasantly as he hooked the leash into the ring at the front of his collar. It was as if a switch went off in Bailey's head and he flopped down onto his knees, tail wagging slowly.

"P.pplease, sir, I'll do.. a..anything"

"Yes" the fox smiled while pulling gently on the leash, "yes you will"

"Take off my belt."

Bailey hesitated for only a split second and then his shaking paws reached up to the crotch at muzzle height. Black paws fumbled at the belt and undid it.

"Go on."

The young fox gulped and undid the button to the pants, unzipping them to reveal the bigger fox's bulge poking out at him at eye level. Bailey look up beseechingly.

"P..please, I n…never"

"Go on."

The young fox reached up to the elastic when the voice above him cut through sternly.

"No, not with your paws, with your teeth."

Slowly, deliberately, Bailey leaned forward and took the underwear between his teeth, he couldn't help but press his own nose and muzzle against the older fox's fur, taking in the musky scent of him.

"Aah, good boy" the bigger fox's length sprang out as Bailey released it from its prison, it flopped out and hit him gently on the side of the muzzle. The younger fox recoiled, but he immediately felt the leash pull him tightly by the collar.

Bailey's muzzle pressed firmly against the bigger fox's sheath, he couldn't avoid the heady musky scent against his sensitive nostrils.

"Open"

Once again it wasn't a request. Bailey opened his muzzle and it was immediately filled with thick heady fragrant fox cock. He gagged a little and blinked back the tears, obediently keeping his jaws open as wide as he could.

"Sir" seemed to appreciate his compliance because the thick cock stiffened and grew to press up insistently against the roof of his muzzle. The unfamiliar taste and texture of precum coated the roof of Bailey's muzzle and he blinked back the tears again.

"How about we reverse roles, little fox. How about I give you the cake and you give me the tip. Does that sound fair?"

Anticipating what was coming, Bailey managed to nod just a little with the thick cock filling his muzzle.

Master pulled Bailey away from his crotch using the collar and pushed the hapless young fox onto his back. The older fox then lifted a leg and mounted Bailey's chest in a sixty-nine position. The young fox's chest heaved with excitement as he saw the older fox's tail hole so close to his muzzle.

Master lifted his tail. "Come fox, taste my cake" he lowered his ass backwards onto the younger fox's muzzle. Bailey felt himself drawn to that dark pink hole below his master's taint. He had fantasised about this moment for so long, he had thought about this very thing for what seemed like forever, and now he really was about to do it, he was about to lick someone's…

He wasn't able to finish the thought because Master sat down heavily on Bailey's muzzle, moaning softly with pleasure at the sensation. The young fox could feel the weight of his master over him, pinning him down firmly to the ground, knees locked in place on the sized of his muzzle holding him in place. The older fox's larger body pressing heavily on top of him, making it impossible to move, the weight of his ass pressing Bailey's muzzle deeper and deeper into the tight pink hole.

"Now lick"

Slowly, tentatively, Bailey opened his muzzle and lapped lovingly at the older fox's tail hole.

"Clockwise around my hole"

Bailey complied obediently, rubbing his little pink tongue over the other fox's smooth tight pucker.

It tasted nice, it tasted clean, it tasted… like nothing really. But the sensation of his tongue over his master's tail hole, and the pressure of the heavy fox on his face drove him crazy.

Bailey moaned with excitement as his own erection grew. Master casually freed the young fox's smaller cock from his pants and started playing with it.

"If you please me, I will let you cum, fox, do you want that?"

Bailey nodded and licked furiously, redoubling his efforts, his little pink tongue flitting in big circles around the bigger fox's ass, his breath blowing back at him as he panted with excitement.

The young fox was fully erect now, master stroked his cock slowly, keeping him aroused, but far from the edge.

"Deeper"

Without waiting for Bailey to respond, his master sat down deeper on the younger fox's face, burying the younger fox's muzzle deeper and deeper into his ass. Bailey did his best to respond by licking affectionately at his master's insides, looking for the special spot that would please him most.

Master took Bailey's cock into his own muzzle, running his tongue luxuriously up and down the younger fox's shaft. Bailey bucked his hips and writhed against the bigger fox's firm hard body pressing him deep against the floor. It wouldn't be long now.

Master squeezed his thighs and bobbed his muzzle up and down faster and faster until the young red fox lost all control, with a muffled cry he came thickly into his master's muzzle, the long protracted stimulation caused him to cum copiously into the canid's muzzle, every spurt sending waves of pleasure through him.

He stopped licking to catch his breath and Master growled gently.

"I'm not finished with you yet, little fox."

He sat up on his haunches and made Bailey eat him out further. After what felt like forever, Bailey detected a sensing of his Master's tail hole around his little pink tongue.

Master's cum ran down his thick shaft and onto his balls.

"Clean it up"

"But…"

Bailey felt the leash tug him to his masters balls, he opened his muzzle dutifully and slowly sucked the cum off them, licking his master's balls and taint clean. He finally made his way up the shaft to lick all the way up the shaft to the tip, cleaning him all up as instructed.

The young fox looked up at his master's eyes and blushed.

"Did I… I did I do good?"

"Yes my pet" the older fox intoned affectionately, "I want to see you again next week."

"Yes sir."

It was near midnight by the time the young fox found himself back on his scooter taking the brisk ride home. Although it was a dark cold night, he felt warm all over from his treatment and excitement at the prospect of his next encounter.