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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

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Authors Note: Just throwing this out there, if anyone else likes this setting for a story, I specifically wrote it as being a “chain” sort of setup so others can put their own spin on it too. So, if you have ideas and want to use the setting, by all means, go right ahead. You don’t need to even ask for permission. Just shoot me a PM with the link to your story once you’ve posted it. :3

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Sterling Hunt, known as Silver to his friends, came from a long line of lawyers and magistrates. Though their natural genetics made the men in his family look more suited to the sports field than the courtroom, the Hunt men always preferred to rely on their brains more than their brawn. So it was that Sterling’s father, Mallory Hunt, expected his children follow in his footsteps. Sterling however had different plans, he found law and courtrooms to be too boring, he craved adventure and physical activity. This led to plenty of fights between he and his father, which ultimately led to Sterling leaving home at an early age.

It was tough going at first, but eventually the young ebony furred wolf found his way. At first, he did menial jobs, from working as a dishwasher in a restaurant, to gradually working his way up to cashier. It was not the glorious life he had planned for himself, but at least it was his own and he owned nothing to anyone. One fateful night, as he was working the register again, a customer slipped Sterling a card and suggested he go for an interview.

The card was for a new and very exclusive restaurant which was opening downtown, simply called “The Bottomless Pit”. It didn’t sound very appealing to say the least, but the premise was something rather unique. The location would get its name for two reasons, the first being more practical and obvious, as it was built over an abandoned water well. As one entered the front doors, they would walk across a glass floor, which let them see as far down as light could reach into the well, but it was impossible to see the bottom because it was so deep, thus giving the impression it was a bottomless pit. The second reason and probably the most risqué one, was that all the wait staff, both men and women, wore no clothing from the waist down.

During his interview, Sterling found out that The Bottomless Pit was a very adult themed restaurant to say the least, so no one under the age of twenty-one would be permitted. Even then, with the prices they charged for food and beverage, not just anyone would be able to attend either. This seemingly excessive pricing model served two-fold, they would scare away most of the riff raff and attract only the high-class clientele, but it also meant the staff would be paid very well for their ‘services’, as it were. This was the crux of the situation however, the staff would be expected to perform for their clients, to do whatever they were requested to do. In essence, it was just a thinly veiled whorehouse, with a few extra coats of polish of course, which was just situated in the upper-class part of town and serving good food and passing itself off as an exclusive restaurant. There was another location elsewhere in the country which had proved to be a resounding success, one that even the politicians frequented, so much so that they never got in trouble with the law.

The weasel doing the interview spoke of scenarios that honestly did interest Sterling, while he did caution that some men might grope him or expect things of him, the majority of the time the rich old guys preferred watching their younger trophy wives being fucked by a young stud like him. Of course, this really interested the young ebony furred wolf, he would get to fuck hot women, and they would even pay him to do it. That excluded tips too, but even without the tips, he would be making almost triple his current salary. All he had to do was stay in shape and put on a good show, along with a specialized diet which would increase the volume of his load. As the weasel put it, the clients loved a good bit of mess.

It was a no brainer, the drawbacks were far outweighed by the positives, so in short order Sterling signed up and was given the tour. Unlike most restaurants, this one only had a half dozen tables, each in their own private soundproof room. Guests entered through the blacked-out front doors, where they would walk over the glass floor looking down into the pit and were greeted by the hostess, one of the few staff who was permitted to wear clothing below the waist, just to keep up appearances with unexpected guests wandering in off the street. The hostess would confirm the guests booking and payment before they were permitted beyond the foyer. From there, the clients were led back into a large circular room, which had a pit sunken into the floor where special events were held occasionally. Around the outside of the pit was the red carpeted walkway, which led to the different rooms. Each room could seat up to twenty people comfortably, but often housed far less, as most of the space was occupied by comfortable furniture along with a sturdy table and chairs. At the back of each room was the staff entrance, where the waitron would enter and exit to bring their food and drinks. There was no menu per say, as there were always a limited number of guests each night, guests were permitted to request specific meals or simply order the house specials before hand.

The menu was simply another indication that this place was not a typical restaurant either, the main focus was clearly not the food. Though, that was not to say the food was not excellent, there was a compliment of highly trained chefs on the payroll. Thankfully, the cooking and cleaning staff were also permitted to wear full clothing, along with the bouncers who despite their intimidating size, somehow managed to vanish and appear out of nowhere. Sterling was not a small wolf himself, standing at a decent six foot four, but even he felt intimidated standing beside the stone-faced Grizzly bouncer the first time he met him.

Each room was themed to a different time period, from Roman Gladiator right up to futuristic settings. Sterling was assigned to the Roman Gladiator period with his naturally muscular build, which suited him just fine as the helmet he wore hid his face, with only his lower jaw being visible. While technically breaking the rules of the restaurant, he did wear silver greaves, which matched his arm guards, shoulder guard and chest piece. In typical Roman fashion, the chest piece exaggerated his chest and abdominals, but not by too much. There was usually meant to be a colourful cloth tunic worn beneath the chest piece, but that was replaced by a simple shirt that stopped at his waist, which left only the lengths of leather meant to form a protective skirt covering his groin. If he stood still, the leather covered him perfectly, but as soon as he moved, Sterling could feel the breeze caress his junk. It was oddly exciting in a way, which definitely took some getting used to. He was even equipped with a prop Gladius; however, the short sword was sufficiently blunted so as to not pose any threat to either himself of the clients. It did however prove to be a valuable tool with which to spank people with, at their request of course.

When it came to the clients, they could request to have multiple servers if they so wished, which more often than not happened in the Swinging Sixties room next door to his. Though, Sterling could well understand why, there were two gorgeous female Siamese twins who dressed in button up three-piece suits, sans the pants and underwear of course. Staff were not permitted to fraternize however, which was disappointing as Sterling had heard stories of how good the twins were and wished to experience them for himself someday. They were just so lithe and enticing, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fold one of them over and fuck her senseless.

Not that Sterling was short on action himself, the weasel had been correct about the rich guys and their trophy wives. Sure, he’d had to endure a finger under his tail every now and then, or have some old chubby guy suck his dick in some strange sort of penis envy, but it could be worse. At least he got to fuck some gorgeous women who were very clearly just in it for the money, which did help him feel better when he was instructed to fuck them like he hated them sometimes. One night he even got to fuck an up-and-coming movie star, whose manager had him fuck her so he could record it to use as blackmail later when she made it to the big leagues. At the time, Sterling didn’t know that’s what the creepy older guy was planning, he was just a little star struck getting to fuck someone he had stroked himself to climax to while watching her on the television.

Life was good, he was making decent enough money without working himself to the bone, which allowed him to save up for his around the world trip he had always wanted to take. He had even been able to afford a decent gift for his parent’s silver anniversary, which was rather apt. Stirling had gotten his father a silver pocket watch and his mother a sparkly silver necklace, which made both of his parent’s rather sceptical of their son’s new job, especially seeing as he was being so secretive about it. His father most of all was displeased, though he barely managed to hide it. The old wolf simply could not stand the fact his son was doing so well in another career besides the one he had chosen for Sterling.

Life was going well for Sterling, a little too well perhaps, so he should have seen it coming. The young wolf only half glanced at his phone screen when a notification popped up informing him of his evening shift at the Pit. It was not uncommon for clients to have specific requests, apparently this one was something of a control freak. He was to remain silent and not say a word to his clients, he would do as told without question, and he was not to break character for any reason. If he achieved these goals adequately, the client had made a provisor for a generous tip on top of his usual wages. This suited Sterling just fine, he often found it rather tiresome to try hold a conversation with the clients while he was otherwise indisposed. Sterling had dealt with similar types before, which brought a grin to his lips, that always meant he was in for a night of fucking some old impotent douche’s hot young trophy wife again.

As always, Sterling arrived at work early to prepare. He found that a bit of a workout routine before he was summoned into the “Den of Bacchus”, as the Roman Gladiator themed room was called, the added definition to his muscles and the slight sweat he built up really sold the theme. The clients had already preordered their drinks and meals, which meant he did not need to take orders this time, he would simply be serving them, however they wished.

Their first drink selected was an expensive red wine, which a certified sommelier hand selected and poured for them, was to be delivered on a silver plate. Thanks to his earlier years of working as a waiter in other less obtuse locations, this was a simple task for Sterling, even in his full costume. The helmet did limit his field of vision somewhat, but he had learned the layout of the room well enough to avoid most of the tripping hazards. When he entered the room, he was greeted by the backs of his guests. While it wasn’t required, some guests liked to dress the part of the room they selected. Such as the two apparent canines had done, the woman was wearing a loose-fitting toga while the man appeared to be wearing a plain white tunic. They had even donned some gaudy golden jewellery on her and completed with a laurel wreath on him. They were currently reclined on two old style lounging chairs, staring at the entrance door they had come in through. Another neat trick of the private rooms was the walls were made of high-definition screens, which displayed the relevant scenery and truly made for an immersive experience. It took everything in Sterling not to drop his tray of drinks when he walked around in front of his guests though, as sitting before him were his mother and father.

“There he is, the infamous, Maximus” Mallory grinned at the anonymous Gladiator. Sterling noticed there wasn’t even a hint of recognition in his old man’s eyes, so at least his outfit was doing its job.

“We’ve heard great things about you from our friends, we just had to come see for ourselves” his mother chimed in as she graciously accepted one of the wineglasses from his tray. Sterling wasn’t sure what he felt when he saw his mother shamelessly looking him over, but he quickly became painfully aware that his junk was plainly visible to both of them with how he was bending over while offering them their drinks. It was one thing for a complete stranger to admire him physically, but his own parents? Worst of all, he couldn’t even tell anyone about the situation as the Pit guaranteed anonymity to their clients. If he said anything, it would ruin both his and his parents’ name, as well as terminate his contract immediately.

“Why don’t you enjoy something that’s well matured as well, Gladiator?” Mallory grinned from behind his wineglass suggestively as he nodded over at his wife. Granted, his mother still was very attractive for her age, but even so, Sterling had never once thought of her that way. She was tall for a woman, almost six foot and had a decent hourglass figure. Her coat was a glossy grey; almost silver colour and it was every bit as silky as it looked. Combined with her rich emerald eyes and long silver locks, she could easily have been a classic movie star, but she had never liked being in front of a camera. His mother had always seemed a bit shy and reserved, at least that was what he used to think. But now he was being treated to an unhindered view of his mother’s crotch as she lifted her toga and parted her thighs for him invitingly.

“Yes, please do” Harriet growled suggestively at the masked young wolf stud before her. “I’ve heard wonderful things about your oral skills, despite being a man of few words” she teased before laughing softly.

“FUUUUCK!” Sterling shouted internally. Not only was he finding out his parents had a less than conventional sex life, but now he was being thrown into the mix of it too. All it took was a stern look from his father to remind Sterling of the contract for that evening as well, he was to obey without question or pause, most importantly of all, he was not to speak a single word. With a silent internal whine of damnation, the young ebony furred wolf knelt down beside his mother’s chair and between her surprisingly toned grey thighs. He had to admit though, for a woman of her age, she did smell rather nice and even her pussy looked better than some women half her age, he supposed.

“Don’t be shy, get in there and feast, Gladiator” Mallory growled as he reached over to push the young wolf’s face against his wife’s crotch.

Sterling swore he could feel the fires of Hell lapping at his toes when he took his first lick across his mother’s slit. Fuck, why did she have to taste so good too, he groaned internally. Perhaps that was a good thing, it would make getting through this ordeal a bit easier perhaps. With his strong hands gently guiding her thighs apart, Sterling began to dutifully eat out his own mother, while his father watched from the seat beside them. He was ashamed of what he was doing, but he still used every trick he had learned to try get this over with as soon as possible. From sucking hard on her clit, to gently nibbling and licking along her petals, or just sinking his long broad tongue deep inside his mothers cunt.

“How is he, my dear?” Mallory asked with a pleased growl, his wine glass held in one hand as he openly stroked his growing member in the other, while he watched a complete stranger eat his wife out barely a few feet away.

“Better than expected, perhaps even as good as you, my love” Harriet groaned to her husband, her free hand not currently occupied with holding her wine was now gently holding the back of Sterling’s head as she occasionally provided some guidance of where to lick her. Thankfully he didn’t seem to need too much guidance however, so mostly she just pet his ears encouragingly. Unfortunately, that just reminded Sterling of how she used to stroke his ears when he was younger and feeling ill.

“She’s not your mother, she’s just some random woman” Sterling tried to chant his own personal mantra to himself, over and over, but it was pointless. Every time he looked up at her face, his mother was grinning back at him and making lewd sounds no son was ever meant to hear from their mother. He definitely never expected to hear such things as “eat that pussy” or “suck my clit” coming from his mother, definitely not to anyone else, but especially not to himself. Yet here he was, face buried between her thighs and doing exactly as she commanded.

“Nice ass” Mallory commented as he watched the Gladiator’s behind sway and shift while he knelt between his wife’s thighs. Sterling almost yelped in shock when two of his father’s fingers suddenly slipped under his tail and gave a firm probe against his backdoor without warning. “Still tight, feels barely used…is that right, Gladiator?” the older wolf asked to which Sterling merely nodded in response. He had at most only taken fingers and tongues up his ass so far, usually guests that came to his room were more interested in his dick than his ass.

This was not how Sterling had foreseen his night going, being forced to eat his mother out while his own father played with his ass. He didn’t know which was worse, the fact it sounded like he was about to make his mother climax, or the fact his father apparently swung both ways and seemed focused on his behind. Sterling had often wondered when he would have to take his first cock for this job, but he certainly never guessed it would be his own father’s. As the grey wolfess clamped her thighs down against his helmet, Sterling lost focus on both those thoughts as a new terror gripped him. The way his mother was bucking and writhing against his muzzle was threatening to dislodge his helmet and reveal his identity. That would be far worse than tasting his own mother’s warm slick, femcum spill across his tongue as he probed her deep with it, feeling how surprisingly snug she was when she clenched down around his oral muscle. Soon she had soaked his chin and a little along his throat too, before the mature wolfess eventually relaxed enough to free his head from between her thighs.

“Excellent work, young Gladiator” Mallory growled appreciatively as he watched his wife writhe and buck beneath the young stud’s muzzle. All the while, his fingers had not stopped their slow and methodical pumping beneath the young male’s tail, at least not until he finally stood back up before them both. Sterling couldn’t help but stare down at his father’s lap, the old wolf was still stroking himself as he grinned back up unknowingly at his own son. That wasn’t what had his attention however, it was more the size of the thick, red dick he was stroking. While it wasn’t as big as his own cock, it was still worryingly huge for what he feared might happen.

His attention was quickly diverted however, when he felt a soft hand suddenly grip at his crotch. When he turned back to his mother, he found her staring up at him while she smiled coyly, with one hand beneath his outfit as she shamelessly groped at his sheath and balls. “Ooh, nice and big…I bet you make quite the mess when you cum” she almost cooed out to her son as she unknowingly fondled his large and rather heavy balls. “Feels like you have quite the nice ‘sword’ on you too, let’s see if I can unsheathe it, hmm?” she growled seductively.

Not to be left out, Mallory had scooped up some of the lard which had been left out as part of the set decoration. But now it served a much more sinister purpose, as it was being liberally applied beneath Sterling’s tail while his father resumed his earlier preparations. Sterling wanted so badly to tell his father to stop, he didn’t know what he was doing or who he was doing it to. But he was already in too deep, no matter what, he had to keep his mouth shut and just get through the evening as best as he possibly could.

This wasn’t happening, this had to just be some sort of really fucked up dream and he was about to wake up at any moment. There was no way it could be real, his father was finger fucking his ass while his mom was actively stroking at his sheath to try get his cock to grow. Worst of all, it was working and soon Sterling’s own thick red length began to emerge from its hiding spot. He saw the look of wonder and eagerness in his mother’s eyes as her soft hand stroked back and forth along his now rock hard and throbbing length.

“No, no, no, no!” he wanted to cry out, but he couldn’t. It was too late anyway; she was already leaning toward him as she sunk her maw down onto his stiff prick. His father was right there watching the entire time too! He didn’t say a goddamn thing either, he just grinned at his wife, Sterling’s mom, as she blatantly sucked on a stranger’s cock right in front of him. God, this was so wrong, so why did it have to feel so damned good too? It was yet another thing he wished he didn’t have to learn about his mother, she was a pro at swallowing dick. The way she effortlessly sunk her maw all the way down onto him, until her lips kissed his knot, without a hint of struggle. Or the way she deftly cupped and rolled his achingly full balls in her palm as she bobbed back and forth along his shaft, like she knew every inch of his dick and how he liked it to be treated. How was Sterling supposed to live his life knowing he was getting the best blowjob of his entire life from his own mother?

“She’s pretty good with her mouth, isn’t she, Gladiator?” Mallory asked with an almost proud grin while he watched his wife of over two decades felate their own son unknowingly.

“Yes dad, mom gives great fucking head” he wanted to say mockingly, but he couldn’t. It was taking everything he had not to groan out too loud, unless he risked them recognizing his voice. Most importantly however, he didn’t want to risk cumming in his own mother’s mouth. Even though she seemed intent on sucking his very soul out through his cock, he didn’t know if he could live with himself if he painted her tonsils white.

Thankfully he wouldn’t have the chance to, his father had other ideas and soon Sterling was faced with another dilemma. “My turn” was all his father had said, which apparently his mother knew the meaning off as she stopped what she was doing immediately. The fact she didn’t move over to her husband was worrying, instead she just sat motionless and grinned up at him. With a sinking feeling, Sterling turned to look at his old man and sure enough, the old ebony furred wolf with his grey flecked muzzle was grinning expectantly up at him.

Mallory was now laid back on his seat with one arm behind his head and the other with a firm grip about his stiff prick, which he wiggled invitingly for the Gladiator. Sterling was tempted to just bolt from the room, but he could see the large Grizzly bouncer glaring at him through the small window. It wasn’t uncommon for the bouncers to check in on the staff, usually to ensure there was no trouble, but also occasionally to ensure they were performing their jobs adequately. It just had to be Sterling’s luck that the damned bear was watching right when his father was expecting a blowjob. Perhaps the bear knew he didn’t swing that way, which was why he was watching so eagerly. Little did the ursine know he was about to get even more of a show than what he bargained for.

As he died a little inside, Sterling knelt beside his father’s seat this time. Now with more than just his mother watching him swallow his first dick, the young wolf leaned down and gave the older wolf’s shaft a tentative lick. Though he would rather drag his bare ass across molten lava than do what he was about to do, Sterling had no choice as he could see his father’s disapproving glare staring back at him as he delayed the inevitable. He wasn’t a stranger to that glare either, he just never expected to see it under such unique circumstances. Reluctantly, his lips parted, and he sunk his maw down onto the thick, red and twitching length before him.

Though he had never actually sucked dick before, he’d had his sucked plenty of times and simply tried to emulate those sensations. Thankfully it seemed to work too, as soon his father’s disapproving glare began to fade and sounds of pleasure started to spill from his lips. The firm squeeze to his shoulder a moment later was far more encouragement than he had ever received his entire life from his father, so why the fuck did it have to happen while he had the old man's dick in his mouth? What was even more fucked up than what he was doing, was the fact Sterling actually felt proud of himself for once, simply because he had made his father smile for the first time ever.

“Good Gladiator, suck on his tip, he likes that” His mother cooed into his ear as she knelt beside him and started giving him directions. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any more fucked up, he was now being coached how to suck his own father’s cock by his mother, while she continued to stroke and play with his own raging erection hanging beneath his belly. If that wasn’t bad enough, this was all being witness by the large Grizzly bouncer…who apparently was pleasuring himself, judging by how he was moving behind the door. Just fucking great, the bear was a perv, there was no doubt he would be spreading this tasty bit of gossip around the ‘office’.

Sterling nearly broke character when his father suddenly gripped firmly behind his head and shoved his son’s maw deep down onto his cock. He could feel the tip of his father’s dick touching the back of his throat and almost triggering his gag reflex, but thankfully his mother stepped in and swatted the older wolf’s hands away. Sterling’s natural instinct was to growl and curse, but he caught himself just in time, before he said anything and gave himself away. Which was incredibly hard to do, especially when he saw the smug grin on his father’s face.

“That wasn’t very nice, dear” Harriet chastised her husband with a low admonishing growl, though she was still somewhat smiling and in a seemingly playful mood. “I think we should move on to more filling activities, don’t you agree?” she asked, while looking at the Gladiator expectantly.

Sterling wanted to shake his head no so badly in response to the question, but he knew he couldn’t. Reluctantly, he nodded before wiping his lips clean of the taste of his father’s cock as he once again got back to his feet. Still, the old wolf wore that same smug grin as he watched the Gladiator standing there, while his own wife got to all fours and presented herself for the young stud. He hadn’t noticed it before, but his mom actually had quite a shapely behind. Fuck sake! Sterling chastised himself, he shouldn’t be thinking of his mother like that, even if she was kneeling with her face down and ass up. He could see everything, from the pussy he’d just eaten out, to her little pink tailhole hidden in the shadow of her tail. He was tempted to try sheath himself there, in that tight little backdoor. Perhaps that wasn’t as sinful as what she no doubt wanted him to do.

Sure enough, the attractive older wolfess slipped a hand between her thighs and gently spread her slit invitingly for him. Sterling could see the inviting inner pinkness of his mother’s cunt, a pussy he knew tasted and felt better than it looked, carnal knowledge no child was ever supposed to have about their parent. Yet, here he was, he could still taste both his parents on his tongue. In a last-ditch attempt to try avoiding what seemed fated to happen, Sterling gripped his mother about her waist and began to grind his length between her buttocks. His last hope was to make himself cum by hotdogging her, before he had to actually fuck her. Even just grinding against and between her plush buttocks felt incredible, he hated that he enjoyed every second of it too.

“Oh, bit of a butt man, are you?” Harriet growled playfully as she turned to grin back at the Gladiator. “I don’t mind it there, sometimes. But right now isn’t one of those times, I want it hard and deep” the grey wolfess offered, just as she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs, so there was no mistake what she wanted.

“Go on, Gladiator, sheath your sword” Mallory growled into his ear in encouragement. Sterling’s mind felt like it was about to break, his own father was ordering him to fuck his mother. She wasn’t much better, the way she so blatantly caressed herself while staring hungrily at his unfortunately stiff prick, he had no excuses left not to. Reluctantly, Sterling did as he was ordered and mounted his mother. It was exactly as he feared, she felt amazing around his cock. That welcoming silky warmth squeezing all around his member as she clung to him, while groaning sweet nothings into his ear. He could feel her claws scratching uselessly against the back of his costume as her hips rolled beneath his while she worked his reluctant rod in and out of herself. Sterling could feel how he was stretching out his mother’s snug little cunt too, the slight pained gasps she hissed into his ears, but also the delighted groans that poured like honey from her lips every time he hilted himself between her thighs. She took him to the knot with ease and wanted more, the mature wolfess seemed insatiable.

Soon his natural instinct took over and Sterling felt his hips begin to move of their own accord, with short shallow thrusts at first, but in no time at all he was fucking the married woman with everything he had. Every deep thrust of his cock had his knot battering against her opening and his heavy balls tapping against her behind, his lips curled back in an almost feral snarl as he fucked his own mother with reckless abandon.

“That’s right, fuck that married pussy like you own it” his father cheered him on. Sterling couldn’t believe what he was doing, but it was too late to back out now. He tried not to look down, the young wolf so desperately wanted to imagine it was anyone but his own mother who was beneath him. But every time he did, he saw her smiling face, now wrapped in a mask of pleasure as she writhed beneath him. When he lifted her legs up about his waist, his mother only groaned louder as he managed to sink himself a little deeper between her thighs.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!” the mature wolfess groaned out as she rolled and bucked her hips unknowingly up against her sons. “Stretch and fill my cunt with that thick fuckstick of yours” she growled eagerly, words he never thought he would hear coming from her mouth. Words he did not want to hear from her either, but now they were etched into his brain, along with the feeling of just how good she felt beneath him.

Try as he might, Sterling couldn’t deny just how good his own mother’s pussy felt around his cock. She had obviously been doing some sort of exercises to make herself so damned tight, he knew girls his own age who didn’t feel this good. It was like she could clamp her inner muscles down around his cock at will, which apparently, she willed rather often. Before he could get too lost in the pleasure though, he felt a sudden weight on his back as something hot and hard pressed in under his tail.

“Oh shit, no…” He wanted to scream for his father to stop, to tell him it was his own son he was about to…about to fuck. But he couldn’t, not only would he cause obvious problems with his parents if they knew what he did for a living, but he would be breaking the confidentiality contract he had signed in order to work there. As his own father’s thick, ruby red cock began to sink in under his fluffy tail, Sterling could do nothing but hiss and growl in response. At least the lard his father had applied to his asshole helped a bit, but it was nowhere as good as actual lube, however. Then again, he doubted even the best lube in the world would have made much difference to the thick cock that was slowly being forced up into his guts currently.

“What’s the matter, Gladiator; never taken dick before?” Mallory laughed at hearing the young man growl in response to himself being the one being mounted now. The old wolf just grabbed him by the hips and pressed the last couple of inches deep into the tight, yielding backside before him. “You get used to it, trust me. Plus it’s only fair I fuck you for letting you fuck my wife” his father huffed with a pleased snort at the snug tightness gripping down on his cock. He wouldn’t stay motionless for long through, poor Sterling soon found himself being jostled back and forth between his parents; as his father fucked him, he in turn was forced to fuck his mother.

At least having his own father buried deep beneath his twitching tail had helped Sterling stave off his own impending climax a bit, so for now, he wouldn’t have to worry about cumming inside his mom. Not for lack of trying, that much was for sure, he could feel how she was clenching and squeezing down on him as she tried to milk his young cock of his precious seed. She even tugged her toga down to expose her breasts, something Sterling was a fan of. The primal part of his brain was almost mesmerised by the bouncing and swaying tits beneath him, even if they did belong to his mother.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sterling’s lips latched onto a small dark grey nipple, and he began to suck and nibble at her soft flesh. This again incurred an unfortunate penalty for the young wolf, something else he did not know until it was too late, was that his mother had rather sensitive nipples. Sterling unwittingly sent his mother into another loud climax, this time with her cunt wrapped around his cock, so he got to feel it firsthand this time. But also, in leaning as far down as he had, he had also inadvertently adjusted the angle of his father’s thrusts. Thrusts which were now grinding right against his prostate, he couldn’t stand back up either as the old bastard was keeping him down where he was, atop his mother.

“Don’t pull out boy, she’s ripe for the breeding” Mallory snarled into Sterling’s ear, his hips pressed flush to the younger wolf’s own in order to keep him hilted in his wife. He had apparently done this enough times that he could tell when another male was about to pop, which unfortunately for his son, he was right on the verge of doing. The old bastard even adjusted his strokes to almost focus on grinding against the Gladiator’s prostate, like an overeager delivery person ringing the doorbell, he would get what he ordered.

“Oh fuck, no…” Sterling’s blood ran cold, he couldn’t cum in his own mother and risk knocking her up! But he couldn’t move either, his own father was grinding against his behind and his cock was rubbing against his prostate relentlessly. He tried to do the mental calculations in his head, working out how old his mother was and if she was in fact still young enough to breed. Sadly, the math checked out, he knew she was almost a decade younger than his father, so she was well within breeding age still. He just didn’t know how true it was if she was actually currently fertile or not, it wasn’t like he kept track of her cycle after all.

“Yes!” he heard her almost scream when his climax finally broke, his heavy balls jumped and twitched with each spurt of his young, virile seed deep into the married woman, his own mother. He knew the special diet he was on worked well for his load production, but never before had he regretted it as much as he did now. He filled his mother to overflowing, where he could feel the thrusts of his hips against her behind becoming wet and sticky as his cum was forced out of her cunt and down between her buttocks. All this occurred while he fought his natural instinct to tie the bitch beneath him, thankfully he won that battle and he narrowly avoided knotting his mom. Though with the amount of seed he had just flooded her pussy with, he doubted a tie would have made much difference at this point.

It seemed his father was fighting a similar battle behind him too; he could feel the old wolf’s knot battering against his aching asshole as he fucked the younger wolf stud still hilted in his wife. Soon Sterling felt another sensation he had hoped never to feel in his life, another man spilling their seed deep in his guts, even worse, that other man was the same one who had given him life. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he now had another generation of Hunt’s meeting an untimely end under his tail, more worryingly, he might have just created another sibling himself.

The three canines remained laying in a motionless pile, panting and groaning for what felt an eternity. Two of whom basked in the afterglow of a good session of fucking, while the third felt nothing but shame and embarrassment. Mallory was the first to make a move, as he withdrew himself from the Gladiator’s behind and began to sort out his outfit.

“We’ll take the dinner to go” the old wolf ordered their server, while smirking at the white mess he could see clinging to the black fur between the Gladiator’s buttocks and under his tail. “I’ll go pull the car around while you collect our dinner, dear. You may add an extra ten percent tip onto this young man’s bill, that was the most fun I have had in a while” he stated, before exiting the private room.

Sterling made a hasty exit from the room after gently extracting himself from his mother; he wanted the night to be over with as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the large bear was still standing by the door when he exited the room, wearing a broad grin as he looked down at the smaller wolf knowingly. “Rough night?” the ursine asked mockingly, before giving the wolf a firm swat and squeeze to his rear as he passed by.

“Oh great, now he thinks I’m into guys now too…” Sterling groaned inwardly. That was all he needed, the big bear thinking he could have some fun with him. That was a problem for another day, right now he needed to get his parent’s food packed up and ready to go, the sooner the better, so he could go home and drink himself to sleep. Hopefully he could wipe tonight from his mind with enough alcohol, though he doubted it. Even now he was already seeing flashes of everything which had transpired. At least the kitchen was on the ball, they had already begun packing the guest’s meals into the fancy Styrofoam packaging before he even got to the kitchen.

It finally seemed like his luck was turning from bad to good again, when he returned back to the door entering the private room he operated in, as the bear was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh of relief, Sterling entered the room and found his mother waiting patiently by the exit for him. Without a further word, she gratefully accepted the boxes of food from the Gladiator, seemingly still unaware of what had really happened in the room that night. As she was about to leave the room and Sterling was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the mature grey wolfess paused for a moment and looked back at him with a knowing grin, which sent shivers down his spine.

“Oh, and Sterling…if you think I don’t recognize my own son beneath all that” His mother turned to say as she growled softly into his ear, “you’re sadly mistaken. Better make sure you’ve got the day off for your sister’s birthday…and bring the costume. She needs to learn how a real man fucks, before she marries that pencil dicked otter she’s so infatuated with.”