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The cloth that kept the dog's eyes covered and his mouth gagged were both snatched away with a rough, painful tug. His wrists were stinging, but there was nothing he could do about that; they were firmly tied behind him. And more ropes around his ankles kept him bound to the chair he sat in. The dog, Jaxxy, looked around frantically, desperately trying to figure out where he was now. He could hardly even remember what happened; it all stopped when he walked by that alley. But now he was somewhere totally different, some kind of old factory.

“Ah! There he is. There's my favorite little guy!" A snarky voice echoed off the walls of the dimly lit building, a voice that made Jaxxy's blood run cold.

Marcello. Now it all made sense; that raccoon and maybe even a few others must have finally caught him. The raccoon was nothing to sneeze at either; he's responsible for a lot of missing posters.

“Hey, hey! What's with the face? Aren't you happy I finally found you?"

“Huh?" Jaxxy dared to ask.

Marcello's “friendly" disposition faded as he was just in front of the bound dog. His fangs were bared and his eyes narrowed. The raccoon snatched up the front of the dog's shirt, forcing him to lean forwards.

“You've been playing a little hide-and-seek, huh? Is that it? You think you can just skip out on us? On me? Is that it, Jaxxy?"

Jaxxy gulped, starting to sweat. He knew exactly what this was about but hearing it spoken aloud really made the dread set in.

“Marcello, I was gonna-"

Crack!

The sound echoed within the abandoned industrial building. It was paired with a pained cry from Jaxxy. Marcello threw a punch the moment the dog opened his mouth. Jaxxy was left hissing in pain; he could already taste the blood welling up in his mouth. The metallic taste was soon abundant and his lip was already swelling.

“You weren't gonna do shit!" Marcello snarled, digging his claws into Jaxxy's shirt. But his anger completely faded in an instant. Instead, the raccoon started to chuckle. And that chuckle turned into a laugh, a hearty one that shook his entire body.

“Y-you know… Boss told me to just do you in. Right here, right now…" The raccoon was quick to reveal a blade that he began to casually wave back and forth.

Jaxxy started to panic, shaking and sweating even more than he had before. But Marcello hardly noticed; he was too busy admiring the shine and thin edge that made the blade so useful to him.

“But you know…" Marcello continued, only glancing at the dog. “If I were to kill you, that would be a waste of an investment. I don't really care what the boss wants to do to you. But Jaxxy, I want what I'm owed, in form or another. Ya hear me?"

Jaxxy just continued shivering, keeping his eyes on the sharp weapon.

“Playing the quiet game, huh?" Marcello chuckled, now approaching the dog. “Fine by me. The less you talk, the better anyways."

The raccoon lunged at the dog, and Jaxxy prepared for the worst. But there came the sounds of rips and tears. The raccoon chuckled as he cleanly sliced right through Jaxxy's shirt, leaving it completely open in the front.

“Yeah, you'll do nice enough…" Marcello said, ignoring the dog's whimpers. “So… If you show me how much you wanna live, I might cut you a little slack. We gotta deal?"

Jaxxy nodded, not even thinking about or questioning the words coming from the raccoon's mouth.

“That's a good boy," Marcello put the blade away and instead placed both his paws on Jaxxy's shoulders. He chuckled before shoving the dog back, making the chair tip. And with no way to stop it, the canine was tipped as well. He grunted as he hit the ground, now lying on his side.

“Now, let's talk business…"

Marcello planted his foot on the dog's face, chuckling at the sight. Jaxxy himself was still reeling from the fall, but his nose was working independently. Filling the dog's nostrils was the rich stink of the raccoon's foot paw. And as Jaxxy collected himself, the sniff only got more intense. The dog had no idea why he was even doing it. He was absolutely terrified and yet, the smell was so enticing.

“What the- Hehe. You getting off to my feet, Jaxxy? You know they reek right? Been on them all day… Hmm, but if you like 'em that much, how about you give 'em a little taste."

Jaxxy was now heavy into his sniff, shamefully huffing into the cleft of Marcello's sole. His nose was already damp from the puffs of his own breath and the sweat that still oozed from the foot's pores.

“So, how about using that pretty little mouth?"

Jaxxy didn't say anything, but his tongue did press and flick against the surface. It was smooth but also grimy from the day's effort. The taste wasn't as bad as the dog expected, and he was soon giving another lick to the smelly, sweaty foot.

“Yeah, that's it… That's it. Hehe. How about we switch positions?"

That question got Jaxxy's attention, and he was about to ask what that meant. But the raccoon was already acting, taking out his blade again. He used it to slice through the ropes binding Jaxxy's ankles.

“Now, don't you get any cute ideas. I'm not the only one here."

Marcello lifted the chair from underneath the dog; he propped it back up and sighed as he sat down. He was glad to finally be off his feet after a whole day of chasing the dog down.

With his paws still bound behind him, Jaxxy was left on the cold, hard floor while Marcello sat above him. The raccoon gave a little stretch before he lifted both his feet, planting them both down on the dog's face.

“Now get to work."

With hardly any choice at this point, Jaxxy made himself busy. His tongue was already sweeping from the left foot to the right and back again. All the while, he endured the bitter tangs of sweat and whatever else was clinging to the raccoon's dirty paws.

Despite it all, Jaxxy was absolutely thrilled by the situation he was in; he couldn't get enough of the strong reek and the taste of Marcello's feet was oddly tasty to him. And after every lick, the dog was compelled to do it again.

His face was buried between the soles, and with no use of his paws, Jaxxy was left to rub the soft fur of his face against them, smearing the sweat and ripe scent onto his own fur. He felt so dirty, like some kind of pig rolling in the mud for its own kicks. Wasn't being held hostage or something, didn't the owner of these feet threaten his very life? Another sniff and taste forced those thoughts out of his mind; all he could focus on were them and them alone.

Marcello wore a wide sneer on his muzzle. The treatment was even better than he'd thought it would be. The dog was going wild on his feet, and it felt more than good to finally have someone massaging his soles. Sure, it wasn't the usual way, but the dog owed him, and this was just the start.

“You really like my dirty, nasty feet, huh? It's alright, I get it. Many find Marcello Procione absolutely irresistible. But I gotta admit, Jaxxy; you're something pretty special."

Marcello shoved his feet back into the dog's face before he went on. “Yeah, it'd be a shame to off ya. You know, we could strike another deal. How about you stay here a little while and you can pay off your debts to me and the boss in other ways."

“Think about it, Jaxxy, it's a win-win. You get to live, and I'll have someone to help me… relieve some stress. I'll take real good care of ya."

While the raccoon was making his offer, Jaxxy continued to worship his feet. His tongue continued to swirl against the sweaty surfaces. His lips were working together as well, planting soft, warm kisses upwards, starting from just above the heel. He steadily rose higher and higher, licking and kissing until he reached those wiggling toes.

Between those digits was an intense, cheesy musk that made the dog shudder. His mouth watered just from a few shallow whiffs, and his tongue was soon going to work. It slipped in between each of the digits, lapping up the strong, bitter taste. Starting from the biggest toe and moving downwards, Jaxxy was openly making sounds of his own pleasure.

All the fear had melted from the dog's being. It was instead replaced by a strange thrill that nearly consumed him. His actions were changing as well, becoming much more attentive and careful. Instead of just licking, the raccoon's toes were pressed into his warm mouth. As he suckled, his tongue was there to swirl around, lapping up all the sweat and grime from the digits.

“Look at you go, Jaxxy. Finally pulling your weight. Mm… You quiet types are always the freakiest. Hehe, bet you're getting really hard down there, huh?"

For some reason, Jaxxy nodded while he was cleaning Marcello's feet. The raccoon just laughed and pressed them down even more on the dog's face.

“Keep it up, and we'll have a good thing going on here…"

Marcello continued to watch Jaxxy licking and worshipping his feet. He was impressed by the things the dog did, all without being told. It made him wonder just how talented the dog really was. Just how much could he really do?

Just thinking about it made the raccoon excited too. He was already sporting a semi-hard the moment Jaxxy started licking his feet, but now all the ideas in the raccoon's head brought him to full hardness. Tenting within his pants, Marcello's cock was already eagerly twitching, and the tip of the tent was wetting the fabric.

“So, Jaxxy. You like my sweaty fucking feet too? Damn, is there anything you're not into? Mm, hope not. Versatility means more money…"

Jaxxy heard the raccoon's words and the moans of the sitting male. They both snuffed out any worry that rose in his chest. All he focused on was making those feet even wetter with his mouth and tongue. He noticed how plump and warm they were. Despite being unable to actually touch himself, the dog could feel himself getting more and more excited…

But that excitement was soon confusion; those tasty feet were snatched from his mouth. Jaxxy didn't even realize just how much he was enjoying them until they were gone. A small whimper left the dog as the feet thumped against his lips, smearing his own spit and the sweat on them. He opened his mouth and attempted to lick at them again, but Marcel lo was quick to press his paw and claws on the back of the dog's head, pulling him back.

“Ah, ah, ah," Marcello teased, easing Jaxxy's head back, much to the kneeling dog's dismay.

“I think it's about time we move onto the real good stuff."

The raccoon's idea of the good stuff was using the free paw that held his cock up to let go. His dick flopped down and draped itself right over Jaxxy's nose. The dog inadvertently took a whiff of the cock's smell, but that was enough to force a moan out of him, one with a high pitch, sounding rather girlish.

“Hehe. Yeah, you like my cock stink, don't you? Huh, you little slut-freak?"

Jaxxy could only nod, his senses all but consumed by the potent, musty cock. The girth smothered his nose in the stink. Whiff after whiff only pulled him deeper into a sort of trance. All he cared about or wanted was more of it, along with the cock it came from. It had quite a bit of length to it, enough to fill his entire mouth. The tip was just barely concealed by the thick foreskin that oozed much of the grungy smell.

Marcello chuckled and slapped his cock against the sniffing dog's nose, watching as Jaxxy's tongue was too slow to steal a lick at his shaft.

“Come on, come on. You're almost there. Ah, ah… Here let me do it for you."

The raccoon pulled Jaxxy's head back, gripping his head as his other hand guided his cock. In a swift motion from both, Marcello shoved Jaxxy's head back down on his dick, forcing it to slip past the dog's lips.

Jaxxy's eyes widened, but his body instantly relaxed the moment the intense flavor of sweat touched his tongue. As intense as the grunt's smell was, his taste was just as much so. The dog was openly moaning as his tongue was already pressing, scraping, and lapping at the length.

On his taste buds, Jaxxy collected all kinds of bitter tastes and thick films that clung to his tongue. In the back of his mind, he was aware of how repulsive this all was, but that only made it all the more thrilling for him.

From being held captive to now sucking said captor's dick just to stay alive, Jaxxy's heart was racing and his body was blazing with sexual thrills and satisfaction. The moans that were coming from Marcello were already making his cock pulse against the soaked front part of his jeans.

It was a chain reaction of Jaxxy's tongue making the grunt moan and the sound of pleasure in Marcello's voice would excite the dog even further, making him even more eager to lick and tease even further.

“Mmph… Mmm… Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."

Marcello let go of Jaxxy's head, not even needing to keep it there. The dog was already going to work on his smelly dick, swirling his tongue around the tip and shaft.

“Now get to sucking already."

Jaxxy gave another nod around the cock and did as he was told. He finally went full in with his mouth, making it a proper blowjob. His soft lips pressed against the shaft and his tongue sat under the length, slowly flicking along the length.

“Much must really like cock, Jaxxy. Not surprised honestly. That would explain where you've been hiding off to. How many cocks like mine have you taken?"

Jaxxy's face heated up and light blush shown through his fur, already providing an answer of sorts. The dog pressed his mouth further down on the cock, aiming to quickly distract from the shameful question and even more shameful truth.

“Aah fuck! D-damn, that mouth of yours… S-shit."

Jaxxy used his lips to cup around the girth as he pressed as much of Marcello's cock as he could fit. As soon as the limit was established, the dog pulled up, using his tongue and lips to keep the pressure on as he eased up the length.

Marcello shuddered heavily at the feeling, and a spurt of pre met Jaxxy's tongue when he reached the tip. The dog moaned against the flavor and took a moment to swirl his tongue around the sweaty glans. He teased the space between the head and the foreskin, exposing his taste buds to an intense and salty taste.

“Goddamn! Fuck, is there anything you can't do. Oh yeah, you're a fucking slut for sure."

The dog continued taking the grunt's cock, slipping it up and down the length, all the while lapping up all the musky tastes as he could. And every time Jaxxy pressed the cock into his muzzle, he was treated to the intense scent wafting from Marcello's pelvis.

Just hearing the raccoon's words and the intensified moans coming from him, Jaxxy felt a strange feeling of warmth. It was the same way he felt when a random guy was praising him after they were finished. He had never felt this way while he was still going down on someone…

His thoughts were broken from a rough paw suddenly taking hold of his head. Another joined it, holding Jaxxy's head in its entirety.

“Umpf..!" Marcello shoved Jaxxy's head down and at the same time bucked his hips. Those motions worked together to shove the raccoon's cock past Jaxxy's limit, forcing it down his hot, tight throat.

Never before had the dog experienced something like this. He would have panicked, but there was no time for that. Marcello was already pulling his head back, tugging his cock from the tight hold. Grunting and biting his lip, the grunt shoved himself back inside, over and over again, using Jaxxy's mouth and throat as nothing more than his toy.

“Don't worry, slut. Hehe. I'm almost there…"

Hearing that triggered something within Jaxxy. The plunging in his throat and the rough hold on his head no longer bothered him. Instead, the dog was now working alongside the treatment, using his tongue to work the cock as it was sliding back and forth.

It was only then that Jaxxy realized just how much he wanted to taste the raccoon's cum. He could feel the shaft pulsing harder and harder within his mouth and in his throat. It was almost there, soon it would be in his mouth and down his throat. Just thinking about it…

“Rrmgf… G-glrk!" Jaxxy mumbled around the cock still barreling up and down his throat.

The dog's lower half spasmed, and his hips bucked, grinding his now spurting cock against the wet, rough fabric of his pants. Jaxxy continued to moan and whimper as a powerful climax struck his body; he could feel each individual rope of cum race up his shaft before it spurted and oozed into the soaked pants.

“H-holy shit. A-are you fucking cumming? Hehe… Well…"

Marcello dug his claws into Jaxxy's head and shoved him down the entirety of his cock, groaning out and raising his head as his cock started to pulse heavily. “Y-you're not the only one…"

Jaxxy's face was buried in Marcello's groin, forcing his twitching nose into his damp pubes. The raccoon slipped his cock against the dog's tongue a few more times before Jaxxy felt the hot, sticky raccoon spunk quickly coating the roof of his mouth.

“Fuck yeah!" Marcello continued grinding his cock against the soft tongue, milking shot after shot of his pent-up load into the dog's mouth. The seed filled Jaxxy's maw, overloading his taste buds with a flavor that was deeply bitter with hints of something a bit sweet.

Before the dog could swallow the load down, Marcello yanked his cock free from Jaxxy's lips, letting the last of his climax shoot out in thick ropes that streaked across the dog's nose and between his ears. Jaxxy had to suspend his shock to swallow down the cum before it leaked from his mouth.

As Jaxxy was gulping hard, Marcello was above him panting heavily, resting his cum-glazed, softening cock on the dog's nose.

“That's a good boy. Taking dick like a champ."

The raccoon took a moment to catch his breath, pushing the other male back. He stood up from the chair and pulled up his pants, looking down at the dog's face painted in his cum.

“Yeah, the boss is gonna love you…" Marcello chuckled and snapped his fingers.

There was the rapid sound of footsteps, and before Jaxxy could even turn around, he was snatched up, and something was draped over his head…

Jaxxy groaned in pain as he was tossed to the ground. It was a hard fall, forcing the wind from his lungs. While he lay there, he could hear some deep chuckling. Even though he struggled to breathe, Jaxxy could feel his heart racing. There was clearly someone else in the room with him, but whoever that 'someone' was, they were large and heavy. The sound of heavy steps echoed throughout the room of the warehouse, and Jaxxy could sense the other person getting closer and closer.

Before Jaxxy could even internally question anything, the dark fabric covering his head was ripped away. He gasped, finally able to take a breath of fresh air. Well, that's what he expected at least. But his nose was sucker-punched by a powerful wave of virile, masculine musk. It was already surrounding him, forcing him to smell no matter how little he tried to breathe.

“Jaxxy, huh."

The gruff, low voice sent shivers down the lying male's spine. He knew exactly who it was, the boss himself, Juliani. The tall, stocky bull was looming over him. The expression on his face was unreadable, but there was something that Jaxxy was able to see perfectly clear.

To his horror and odd arousal, the massive bull was already naked, showing off every inch of his large and bulky body.

“Marcello told me you two had a bit of fun. That's all well and good, but Marcello's not the one you owe, is he?"

Before Jaxxy could even nod or shake his head, Juliani already had him snatched up from the ground. A thick arm pressed Jaxxy to the boss' side. While he was pinned, Jaxxy could feel the bull's rock-hard muscles, but covering them was a layer of fur that was damp with sweat.

Juliani huffed as he looked at Jaxxy up close. This was the guy that managed to dodge him and all his boys for an entire month? He certainly didn't look like much, even more so as he was heavily shaking in his grip. But the things that Marcello said left the bull intrigued. He agreed with the raccoon's idea to put Jaxxy to work. But first, Jaxxy had to pay him back directly…

First, the bull easily snapped the ropes binding the rodent's paws, then he gripped the dog's pants and with a few tugs, he made short work of them, tearing the fabric away from his body rather easily. The bull would have been surprised to see that Jaxxy wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, but Marcello made it very clear that this dog was much more of a freaky slut than he seemed…

“All you gotta do is what I tell you, and everything's gonna be just fine. You got that?" The bull took hold of Jaxxy's face, squeezing the dog's cheeks until he was forced to pucker. Frantically, Jaxxy nodded, and Juliani let him go, letting out another low chuckle.

The bull pressed the dog's face closer to his own body, forcing Jaxxy to endure the layer of sweat and grime that made his fur damp. It rubbed into his own pelt, making the smell even worse. Deep and pungent, Jaxxy's nose was burning, and a few gags rose up his throat.

Juliani huffed and dragged the dog upwards along his body, combing him up the side of his fur until Jaxxy's face was forced under his arm.

The dog struggled a bit and groaned as his face was wedged deep in the bull's rank armpit. But Juliani held him there and even went further, grinding the smaller male's face into the well, smelly hair of his pit, smearing the perspiration and smell all over Jaxxy's face.

“Better get used to it, runt. This is your life from now on."

Sweat and a film of something slimy stuck to the dog's face. The smell was overwhelming; it was hard for him to think, and his body was reacting all on its own. Despite how bad it smelled, Jaxxy couldn't stop himself from taking in deep, loud whiffs. And with every long inhale, his mouth watered heavily, leaking drool into the already soaked space. The most telling sign of all was his cock, now fully erect, grinding against Juliani's hip.

“See? Just embrace it, slut. You're a hell of a lot more useful this way."

Jaxxy couldn't agree or argue, his mind was too consumed with the intense smell, and now the taste was as well. He didn't even realize it at first, but his tongue was combing through the dense pit fur, lapping up the powerfully bitter flavor. It excited him and made him moan with some strange sort of pleasure. The taste itself wasn't very good, but there was something about it that made Jaxxy cling harder to the bull's side. His tongue pressed harder and licked at even more of the space, dutifully cleaning it of its dripping sweat.

“Mmm, see? Not so bad, huh? Keep this up, and you'll make back what you owe in no time…"

Juliani tugged at the licking dog, pulling him from his sweaty pit. Jaxxy's eyes widened, and he was lowered back to the floor. He couldn't even make a sound either, the moment he was on his knees, the bull pressed a hand to the back of his head.

In an instant, the dog's head was shoved into Juliani's wide, leathery sheath. With his nose pressed inside, Jaxxy winced and gagged at the even stronger stench. Not only that, but there was something already clinging to his nose; it was thick and slimy, reeking heavily of a stench he had never experienced before.

Jaxxy's muzzle was pulled back, revealing the end that was now covered in streaks and marks of cheesy slime and thick splotches of rancid, fermented sweat. The smell clung to his nose, and even as Jaxxy took breaths of clean air, the bull's cock reek was the only thing his senses allowed.

He didn't know why, but his tongue was already swiping along the front of his face, lapping up the thick substance that only clung to his taste buds and spread further along the surface. Now both his nose and mouth were heavily coated, forcing Jaxxy to smell and taste Juliani's filth over and over again.

While the dog's tongue was cleaning the cheesy stuff from his nose and lips, Juliani's cock was already slinking from his sheath. The sight before him was turning him on immensely, and hearing the dog making sounds of pleasure as he licked up his smegma, it brought him to full hardness quickly, even making his cock drool with a thick line of pre.

“You should be putting that mouth to work." Juliani snorted and pressed two fingers to the wide tip of his cock. His pre ooze onto them, making both the digits nice and wet. That stuff was smeared onto the dog's nose.

Between the sudden wave of masculine musk and the touch of the bull's fingers on his sensitive nose, Jaxxy let out a moan. It was high and almost girlish, surprising even himself. But Juliani was pleased by the sound; that meant his new slut was learning his place. And he knew a couple of guys that would pay a lot to hear a guy wailing like a bitch in heat.

The dog's mind was fully clouded, the mixed reeks of Juliani's pit sweat, sheath cheese, and pre-cum were more than enough to overload his senses. His body worked on its own, leaning forward until his nose pressed directly into the thick flared head of the bovine's cock. His nose was back to twitching and sniffing, taking in direct huffs of the stagnant odor.

Juliani smirked and gripped his cock, pressing it forward. The greasy cockhead rubbed across the dog's face and lips, smearing even more of its scent and the film of sweat and grime. Jaxxy was moaning even louder now from the intensified stink. The dirty shaft continued to leak pre into his pelt, joined by aged sweat and streaks of smegma, it was ground into the soft fur, marking Jaxxy as the bull's property.

The cock was pulled back, and Jaxxy was honestly disappointed; there was now a sudden want, a need for more of the bull's musk and filth. But he wasn't left wanting for too much longer; replacing the thick cock was the bovine's plump, sweaty balls. They hovered just over his nose, and Jaxxy could feel heat radiating off of them. Drips of sweat fell from the orbs, and Jaxxy unconsciously caught them with his tongue.

Juliani saw his chance and planted his sack right on the dog's open mouth. He was quick to press on the back of Jaxxy's head, grinding his grimy balls against the soft, warm tongue. There was a moment of shock for the dog in question, but he was able to collect himself and manually lick against the thick, leathery skin that protected the sensitive globes.

Joining the dog's noises were Juliani's own moans. It had been a while since he got a good tongue cleaning, and the dog's small, thin tongue was already darting around the curvature of his balls. Sweeping over the left one, the right one, and lapping in between them both, Jaxxy was already worshipping his heavy sack without a single command given. And the stimulation of his balls coaxed more pre-cum through his shaft and out of his tip, making the large bull shudder.

Moaning heavily from the flavor, Jaxxy wrapped his lips around as much of the large, sweaty surface as he could. He hardly managed to fit a single ball into his mouth, but the dog took what he could get and suckled on the smooth, warm surface. His tongue lapped along the leathery flesh, licking up the heavy flavors.

“Ooh, yeah. That's it, slut. You're even better than Marcello said you'd be…"

Those words made Jaxxy swell with pride. He licked the other heavy testicle, swirling his tongue around and underneath. His paws worked alongside his mouth, cupping and kneading the leathery flesh. His fingers collected the sweat and grime, quickly becoming a bit sticky the longer he touched and teased. The moans of the bovine encouraged him to keep going, so his paws and mouth were working together; as his lips pressed to another orb, Jaxxy's paws caressed the other, making sure both were stimulated.

With his balls being worshipped and his cock oozing thick spurts of pre-cum, Juliani was getting more riled up than he ever had been. He pulled Jaxxy's head back and pressed his shaft against the dog's face, grunting to himself as his length pulsed hard.

Holding the rodent's face steady, Juliani rocked his hips into a few hard humps, grinding his cock against the dog's face. The sticky, sweaty underside of the bull's heavy, smelly cock was leaving behind a thick film on his lips and nose as it slipped back and forth.

Jaxxy's senses were yet again bombarded by the smell. It was so intense, and just a little whiff of it made him whimper. He couldn't imagine the last time the bull washed it. And a closer look even revealed visible steam coming off the thick, greasy shaft. And now the filthy thing was being brushed against his face, smearing his nasty dick residue onto the fur of his face.

Juliani was already grunting as he picked up his pace. The dog's face fur was softer than he'd thought it would be. Real fucking soft, and every buck of his hips sent shivers down his cock as well. It had been a while since he got to fuck something, leaving the bull more than a little pent up. Both hands were now holding the dog's face steady while his hips did all the work.

Muttering something to himself, the bovine rutted harder against the soft surface even harder now. In addition to the nasty, greasy cock smearing fluids on his face fur, the bull's thick, heavy balls were now crashing against Jaxxy's lips and chin. Each bump pressed those pungent orbs into his nose, giving him a full dose of the heavy smell…

It hadn't been very long, but Juliani could feel himself getting close. Grunting, he pulled back, lifting his cock from the dog's face. With one hand, he held Jaxxy in place while the other gripped his pulsing shaft. The bull gave a few spits to his cock before stroking his large hand over it.

Before the dog, the sound of meaty strokes and squishes were heard, getting faster and faster. Along with them were the pants of Juliani, getting deeper and deeper. Jaxxy's eyes grew wide as he saw the cock tip starting to flex, and the flare surrounding it was beginning to swell.

That's when the bull started to snort, forcing steaming puffs through his nostrils. His cock pulsed hard, and from his tip came thick gushes of hot bull cum. They splattered down on the whimpering and moaning Jaxxy. The dog had to close his eyes, but he could feel the seed seeping into his fur, weighing it down with heavy doses of bull spunk that were now oozing down his neck and chest.

Juliani continued to stroke his spraying cock, aiming directly at the small dog. He watched as more and more of his fur was repainted to a nice shade of pearl white. It was then that his stream of seed tapered out into just a few dribbles.

Panting heavily, the bull aimed his wet tip at the dog's lips and pressed hard, forcing Jaxxy's lips to part. The dog was exposed to an intensely sour taste as the bovine's cock pressed and slipped over his tongue. Just the first few inches were already filling the dog's mouth further than it ever had been.

Juliani grunted at the sensations that surrounded his dick. As more and more of the inches pressed inside the dog's mouth, the bull's length was pressed between that thin tongue and the smooth roof of his mouth. And the tip of itself was forced down that tight throat with a single thrust that held some power behind it.

With most of his dick buried inside the other male's mouth, Juliani paused for a moment and let Jaxxy get a good feel for it. He could hear the heavy breaths that Jaxxy was taking through his nose. The little guy certainly was talented, and he was already performing like a champ; as his cock sat down in the dog's gullet, Juliani was steadily pleasured by the passive gulps and light squeezed down on his shaft and tip.

“So even this isn't too much for you?" The bull smirked and planted his head down on the dog's head. Holding it steady, the bigger male humped his cock in deeper, making Jaxxy groan from the mix of pain and strange pleasure from the forced expanding of his throat. He could feel the wide tip twitching against the sensitive walls of his gullet, and he shuddered as Juliani slowly slinked his cock back up.

Letting out a low moan and swishing his tail, the leader of the gang reveled in the tight hold that remained on him, all that way until his cock tip popped from the tight space. And even then, it was still treated by clashing sensations of Jaxxy's flicking tongue and the dripping roof of his mouth.

Despite the glaring difference in size, it was as if the bull's dick was made for the dog's mouth. Jaxxy's eyes widened, but he didn't resist or even wince as Juliani pushed himself back down his tight throat. Rather, the dog made himself relax so he could feel the size and textures within. It excited him heavily, especially when the cock was done pushing. For a moment, it would simply sit in his gullet and twitch. The rhythmic beat and the heat that radiated from the length made the dog's cock pulse without even being touched once.

Now, the bull felt that Jaxxy was properly acquainted with the feeling. So after slipping his cock from the throat, he kept his tip in and pressed it back in with a quick thrust of his hips. Alongside Jaxxy's muffled sound of shock was another loud snort of pleasure.

“Nice and tight, and keep working that tongue."

Jaxxy made another sound; it sounded like he was trying to say something, but his mouthful made it incomprehensible. All that really mattered was the dog's tongue flicking against the wide underside of his new boss' now slowly pumping cock.

“Just like that… Not too fast. Not too slow…"

Jaxxy focused on the task his boss entrusted him with, acting accordingly to his words. While the bull's cock was pressing and pulling within his mouth and deep into his throat, the dog made sure the least he could do was slip his tongue against the leathery flesh. He sought to test just how much he could lick and tease while Juliani was pulling back. Every time that tip popped from his throat, the dog made himself busy by worshipping the tip before it sank further than his tongue could reach.

Juliani's breath was already heavy, and his feet were firmly planted on the smooth flooring of the room. When he gave the order, he didn't expect the dog to put so much work into it. Already, Jaxxy was so obedient, but it was more than that. It was one thing to be a cute little slut, but Jaxxy had the talent.

When Marcello told him that their new slut was talented, the bull just thought the raccoon was talking out of his ass again. But now he could feel it for himself; the dog was dutifully slathering his cock in gentle licks, as many as he could, between each thrust. And the sounds that came from him were meek but sensual, just the thing to make a male of any size feel big.

At first, the bull was doing this to get back at the dog who owed him money, but now Juliani was curious and eager to just see how far Jaxxy could go. Just how far did his talents go? Just from the acts and sounds, it was clear that this was not his first time, and the way he endured, even welcomed his filth… It made the bull wonder what kind of freaky shit the dog got up to behind closed doors.

Already testing the dog's limits, Juliani suddenly rammed himself deep inside with a quick push. He could hear the dog gag around his dick, but they quickly subsided, and the dog was back to swishing his tongue along the underside of his cock.

The bull smirked and held tighter to the dog's head. He kept the grip tight and firm while he finally allowed himself to properly thrust into tight, wet space. His hips were much faster now, slamming into the dog's lips over and over. Along with that were the sways and thumps of Juliani's ball sack against the dog's chin.

Jaxxy could feel his throat being filled and stretched even further, but the dog hardly registered it. He was too consumed with the invasion of his senses. The taste was deep and powerful, even after he licked up a lot of the filth. It still stuck to his tongue, glazing the surface in a grimy film.

But there was also the smell as well. With the bull's effort on the dog's throat, he began to sweat again, renewing and intensifying his musk. With every thrust, Jaxxy's nose was shoved into Juliani's wet pubes, smearing the wetness on the surface. As the bovine sped up, more and more of that mix of sweat and grime was left behind on his face, further marking his body.

And there was the sense of touch as well. His paws weren't touching the bull, but his fur was still heavy with cum that was still warm. It seeped into his pelt, warming and oozing over his skin. With his mouth and throat filled, Jax xy didn't have the time to bask in the sensation, but at the very least, his cock was leaking freely onto the floor, constantly feeling as if it was just a second away from releasing his load.

But his attention was once again on the bull, who was now huffing and rutting his throat even faster. From the pulses that were steadily increasing in strength, it was clear enough that his boss was right on the edge of releasing his own load.

Juliani popped his cock from the dog's throat and slipped his flaring tip against that soft, wiggling tongue. His humps were shallow, but they were frequent, grinding against the taste buds and the roof of the dog's mouth.

“Hope that throat's not too sore…"

The bull clamped Jaxxy's muzzle down on his cock as it began throbbing. The boss' load shot within the closed mouth, filling the space and splashing back at the tip it spurt from. He looked down to see Jaxxy's eyes close, and a moment later came the sound of strong gulps.

With a small chuckle, Juliani pulled back and let his cock pop from the soft lips. A bit of seed managed to leak from the dog's mouth, but Jaxxy was quick to lap it up with his already slimy tongue.

Even quicker was the boss. He jammed a thick finger into the dog's mouth, swirling it around to collect the remainder of his load. After having enough, the bull pulled his finger free. With his other hand, Juliani lifted and pressed Jaxxy close to his own body. Yet again, the dog was clinging to the bovine's musky body. He made himself busy with sniffing and huffing along the bull's chest.

The bovine wrapped his other arm around the dog, holding the smaller body close to his own. But the hand that was previously swabbing Jaxxy's mouth was drifting lower along the dog's body.

Jaxxy's sniffing was interrupted by a wail he let out. His ass was suddenly filled by the cum-lubed finger. The bull easily powered past his tight rim and slipped the digit against the soft walls, leaving behind the slippery substance as makeshift lube.

Once all the fluid was free from his finger, Juliani pumped the digit within and out of the hole, steadily filling and stretching it. With each thrust, the bull's finger pressed deeper and deeper than before. It pressed and swirled against the walls, making the dog whimper and tremble from the touch.

Juliani pulled his finger free and gripped the dog's body with each large hand.

“Let's see if you can handle this."

The dog could feel something pressing in between the cheeks of his ass. His eyes bulged, and there was a sudden rise in his chest.

“W-wait- Aaaahh!!"

The bovine was quick to push the dog's body down as he thrust upwards, jamming his cock past the slightly stretched rim. His ass was instantly filled and further expanded just by the tip alone. Another push from the bull shoved the shaft past the pink ring. More and more of it eased inside of Jaxxy, leaving the dog wide-eyed and speechless.

“Not ready to give in yet, are you?"

The bull thrust in further, managing to sink every inch of his dick inside of the dog. It was then that Jaxxy was able to get a grip on himself. His ass was plugged wider and harder than it ever had been. And just the simple tug of it back was more than enough to force a climax from the dog.

“Mmm! Aaauugh!"

Trembling fiercely, Jaxxy's cock pulsed and shot his load against the bull's stomach and abs. Juliani smirked and enjoyed the feeling of hot seed coating his body. It spurred him to push the dog down further on his cock.

The moan from the dog was music to his ears, and it continued as he finally rolled his hips, shoving his large cock against those hot walls. Just the starting pumps were rocking Jaxxy's body, making his tones uneven and breathy.

“Just getting started, runt. Gotta break you in if you're gonna be my new money maker."

The bull shoved himself in hard and pulled himself back, brushing his large, veiny shaft against the sensitive walls of the dog's hole. Unlike his treatment with Jaxxy's throat, Juliani started out rough, now knowing the other male could take more than it seemed.

As he rolled his hips and fucked his new slut's tight ass, Jaxxy continued to make those light, petite moans. They filled the small room and could probably be heard by Marcello and the other grunts that were on the other side of the thin, withered door.

“Okay, let's get back to business," the bull declared, firmly gripping Jaxxy's hips and drawing him in closer as he thrust his cock deep inside once more. A muffled moan escaped Jaxxy's lips, buried between Juliani's sweaty chest, as he surrendered to the forceful rhythm of the bovine's thrusts. The thick shaft surged within his tight passage, hitting every sensitive spot and unveiling new sensations with each movement. With each powerful thrust, another orgasm was wrung from Jaxxy, marking Juliani's body with his release.

The dog's climax only tightened his grip on Juliani's cock, eliciting a snort and a grit of teeth from the bull. Undeterred by the clenching muscles, Juliani drove deeper, his humps growing more intense, coating Jaxxy's insides with thick spurts of precum. “Looks like you're squirting again," Juliani remarked, his chuckle echoing in the room. Despite Jaxxy's past indiscretions, there was no denying his considerate nature and willingness to give, evident even now as he matched Juliani's rhythm with subtle movements of his own.

Another hard thrust silenced Jaxxy's nod, his body stiffening under the force. The pace quickened, the heavy balls slapping against Jaxxy's backside as Juliani leaked even more precum, their bodies pressed together in a symphony of groans and panting. “Ready for the payoff?" Juliani asked, his hips rolling harder as he drove his cock in deep, releasing a torrent of cum into the dog's waiting body. As Jaxxy moaned from the intense heat, Juliani shuddered with satisfaction, knowing the dog would be a lucrative investment.

Gently withdrawing his softening cock, Juliani let Jaxxy collapse to the ground, cum leaking from his stretched hole. Exhausted, Jaxxy lay there, breathing heavily as Juliani issued his instructions. “Your training starts tomorrow. For now, you'll rest in a room," the bull declared, snapping his fingers to summon two grunts to escort Jaxxy away. With a smirk, Juliani watched as the dog drifted off into a deep sleep, his final sight before slumber claiming him