Its ya boi ♡

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The marble counter was warming under Ren’s shaking hand.  He had to stand on his toes to reach the bowl of pumpkin pie filling.  His sweatpants were pulled down, his hand working rapidly.

Later today, when the pie had surrendered the last of its oven steam, Strade would cut himself a thick slice, almost a quarter of the whole thing.  He’d hold it in his hand instead of using a plate, eating it like a sandwich or an apple.  His teeth would sink into the creamy filling and he’d groan in approval.  He’d lick buttery crumbs from his fingers when every bite was swallowed.

And he’d have no idea.  

Ren bit his tongue to stay quiet, flat ears quivering, and the pumpkin pie filling got a little bit creamier. 

The sound of footsteps prickled his ears.  Ren shoved his still-wet cock back into his sweats and violently stirred the filling.  A fragrant splatter escaped onto the counter.

“How’s the pie coming?” Strade asked cheerfully, leaning around the corner.

Fox always took time off for his heats. It was practically a necessity. However two of his favored employees had his numbers just for emergencies. And they never bothered him during his heat, so this must be an emergency. 

They had called him to an old building that he had used to use for his shows, but had since abandoned. It was all but demolished, so he wondered if they had found something there that needed his immediate attention. Something that could prove disastrous for his organization. 

Wrapped in a coat, mask on to hide how his breath clouded even though it wasn’t too chilly outside yet, and a hat jammed onto his head, he quickly walked into the building, using the still working keycard system to scan himself in before making his way to a backroom where he heard his employees talking. 

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to keep himself from snapping at them. Just his luck this would happen at the apex of his heat, every nerve was on fire. He just wanted to go home, bury himself in his favored pets tight hole. He groaned softly, thinking about how he had left them, scratched up and half asleep, half heartedly waving him goodbye. Not in much pain anymore but exhausted from his constant ruts. 

Now he was facing two men, much taller than him. Rhino, dark skinned and bald, wideset. He would be warm, he’d be soft, those arms would feel so good wrapped around him, look delectable straining against silk bondage. 

“Well, Boss. We know it’s a hard time of the year for you.” a more nasally voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned his attention to the smaller of the two. Though Kangaroo was still bigger than him, and his delicate pretty features were marred by large burn scars. His cock would feel great right now though, lithe fingers digging into his hips. 

“So we decided to set something up to help you out.” Rhino finished the rest of Kangaroo’s sentence. It was now that Fox noticed something set up in the otherwise empty room. A laptop, a camera on a tripod. Chat was flying by at a million miles an hour. 

He caught a glimpse of the title of the stream. 

“Fox Bares It All, Uncensored, Railed By His Employees.” 

“What do you two-” Fox began, before his arms were grabbed by Kangaroo. Fox was stronger than he looked for his size, thanks to his beastkin heritage, but he was still no match for his men as Rhino reached forward, not bothering with any delicate gestures and ripping his coat off and pushing Fox’s turtleneck up. 

Any protests died on his lips as those large hands began to tease his nipples, already erect and now painfully so in the cold air. The building’s heating system had long been shut off. 

“Look how sensitive he is.” Kangaroo quipped, his comment directed at Chat. “Heat really does change some things doesn’t it?... Don’t worry Boss, we’ll leave that mask on.” 

Fox groaned as his hips rolled. He couldn’t fit his instincts anymore, he had been on edge for so long. 

“He’s already popping a boner in his pants.” Rhino pressed himself close to his boss, grabbing a handful of the tenting erection. Fox let out a not at all authoritative noise, grinding his hips into those warm hands. 

It didn’t take long for them to undress him completely aside from the mask, probably due to him always having them dress and undress his stars. He’d never been this bare in front of his audience before. Sure they saw his dick pretty often, but never his bare chest, his legs, his butt, his- 

Rhino had opened up his coat and kicked off his pants, leaving his boots on before laying down, propping himself up on his elbows. His clit was swollen, standing erect as he beckoned fox in. “Hey, Boss deserves a nice bed to fuck on, right? I can provide.” And he definitely could. Soft, Warm, Huge. Fox swallowed, his gaze flickering towards that inviting hole. 

“Hey Hey, let me adjust the camera first, let the good chat see, right?” Kangaroo said, let go of his boss to adjust the camera. It was immediate, Fox falling forwards into that warm chest, wrapping his arms around that lovely body. Just as he was about to sink both his teeth and his cock in though. 

“Whoa whoa, we had an agreement, Rhino! What are you letting him do?” A hand grabbing his tail, yanking him up painfully. 

“I bagged the most product to sell this fiscal year, so I get first shots.” Fox yelped as the grip tightened, his hips raising up into the hand to try and aleve the pain. He was painfully aware of how his swollen cock bobbed and swayed as his hips shook. 

“I wasn’t gonna let him get inside, don’t worry. Just hurry up and fuck him, I want my turn.” Rhino grumbled, clearly lying just a bit. He definitely would have let Fox go ham if Kangaroo hadn’t stepped in.

Fox just whined, pushing against Rhino, nearly on the brink of begging before he felt the fat head of Kangraoo’s cock push against his needy hole. 

“Fuck Boss, you’re tighter than expected.” He wanted to give some smart response, telling Kangaroo that every comment would come out of his paycheck. He couldn't, he could only push his butt back as far as the grip on his tail would let him, letting out pathetic moans. 

Rhino pulled the laptop a bit closer, narrowing his eyes to focus on the chat. 

“‘Roo, they want you to just shove it all in. They say he’s begging for it, after all.” He grunted, feeling Fox straddle one of his perfectly thick thighs now. 

“Hmmph, no sense of patience. But whatever, they’re wish is our command.” Kangaroo’s voice was lightly mocking, and Fox wanted to growl at the clear disrespected. Until suddenly a heavy set of balls were slapping against his own, as Kangaroo pushed himself all the way in with difficulty. 

It was painful, it made his stomach lurch, the sound he made probably shouldn’t have registered on a microphone. The dings of donations told him though that everyone in chat had heard his wail. 

“Holding up there, boss?” Rhino laughed, gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer. 

“Don’t coddle him, he can handle it!” Kangaroo snapped before Fox could respond, picking up a fast and brutal pace that left him unable to do anything but cling to Rhino for dear life and pant. 

The fighting of his instincts versus his need to retain composure had turned his brain to mush, letting Fox just think about how close he was getting, how good it all felt, how even the pain amplified the pleasure. 

“Hey ‘Roo. What's the poll for?” Rhino asked, his hand now stroking Fox’s neck as if he were nothing more than a friendly cat. 

“Cum or Edge. Looks like Chat says you’re not cumming for a looooong time, boss.” Kangaroo let out a sharp cackle that mingled with Rhino’s deep rumbling chuckle. A pit opened up in Fox’s stomach, panting as he began to fight back half heartedly. Fighting that was quickly stopped by a yank on his tail and a grip on his neck. Pushing him back into a wonderful bliss of being nothing but a hole and cock for these two men, beginning to whimper and beg to let him cum. 

“You’re evil, Roo. But I guess that's good, he’s gonna need to be desperate for my hole when you’re done with him.” Rhino lifted Fox by his scruff to look him in the eyes. “Right boss?” 

Fox grit his teeth, trying to muffle his pants for at least a bit. Everytime they called him boss, it served as a reminder for who he was. What he should be like, how he shouldn’t have taken this lying down. 

“You’re both….. Getting pay cuts….” He finally said, managing as much authority as he could. 

Not enough authority. It still came out a whimpering mewl, as Kangaroo continued to pound his ass. 

“Whatever you say, Boss” Kangaroo hissed through a grin. “FUCK, Rhino you’re gonna have to stick your fingers in here. He’s still tight as fuck.” The two laughed again, Fox’s skin aching at the vibrations the vocalizations spread across his skin.