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Randolf shifted restlessly in one of the leather chairs in the white-walled waiting room; waiting to be interviewed was always so boring. The burly bear was a good head taller than the rest of the applicants sitting around the room, and he looked down his nose at them as they nervously fidgeted. He had moved to the small harbor town recently and it was getting to the point where his cushion of saved cash was running dangerously low. The bear shifted in his seat again as he glanced up at the circular plastic clock on the wall. One of his competitors for this position had been interviewing for almost thirty minutes beyond the nearby, closed wooden door and Randolf was so damn tired of waiting. He would much rather be at home with his nose in a good book, or down at the beach, swimming in the ocean.

The door opened moments later and a lithe feline sauntered from the room. Confidence oozed from his pores, making Randolf feel slightly ill as he watched the feline practically sashay out of the waiting room past the other applicants. The bear rolled his eyes and hoped that he would be next so he could get on with his day.

"Number seven," called a voice from the interview room, and Randolf quickly stood when he realized it was his number. He stepped through the door and closed it behind him.

At least this room had sky blue walls instead of white. A large window sat on the wall behind the interviewer, who was a tiger/bull hybrid, seated at the end of a long conference table. The hybrid smiled as Randolf entered.

"Take a seat, please," he said. The hybrid struck an imposing figure at the head of the table, silhouetted as he was by the sunlight from outside.

Randolf glanced at the chairs around the table. Most of them were made of hard plastic, but there were a few of the softer, leather variety similar to the ones out in the waiting room. The chair next to the interviewer on the left looked particularly well used. The bear did want to make an impression- why not sit right next to the interviewer? Randolf cockily strode to the end of the table near the hybrid and pulled the chair out from under the table. The seat of it had certainly seen better days, but he had already made his decision. It creaked as he carefully sat in it. The tigerbull scribbled a note on the papers in front of him.

"Name?" The hybrid asked.

"Randolf Wallace, sir," the ursine said.

More scribbling. "Good morning, Mr. Wallace. My name is Tarke and I am the head of human resources here at Boon Limited."

"Good morning. Pleased to meet you," Randolf curtly replied.

"Before we get into the interview proper, tell me, why did you choose that chair out of all of the others?"

"Um," Randolf hesitated.

"Be honest with me. This is not part of the interview."

"What's it matter? You told me to take a seat and I did."

Tarke snorted through his nose. "Honestly, it's refreshing to have an interviewee who isn't too nervous to approach me at first." The imposing hybrid scribbled more notes and Randolf tried to peek at what he was writing, but the scribblings might as well have been in a different language for how illegible they were to him.

"Now, are you from the area?"

"No, sir. I moved here about two months ago," the bear replied.

"That long with no work? Why is that?"

Randolf sighed. "The job prospects I had before moving fell through at the last minute and I had a nice amount of money stashed away so I haven't really been looking for work until now."

Tarke frowned, making Randolf second guess his honesty. The bulltiger's pen scratched against the form in front of him as he made yet more notes.

"Do you have any backup plans if you can't find any work?" Tarke asked. "Off the record I mean."

"Oh, sure," Randolf wasn't sure that the question was appropriate for a job interview, but he had to make himself sound better than that stuck up cat who waltzed out of here earlier. "I have lots of other offers waiting in the wings. I won't get to the point where I'm in serious trouble," he lied, immediately regretting it when Tarke narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him.

"Back on the record, what made you decide to apply at Boon?" Tark asked.

"I just really need a job. That's the truth. It's either here doing something I might slightly dislike or at McDonald's where every work day makes me want to die," Randolf blurted out as if he had no control over his own mouth.

Tarke put his pen down on the table and clasped his fingers together before leaning in toward Randolf's face. The bear couldn't help but gulp as the hybrid's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as if he was taking in Randolf's scent. The bulltiger's eyes never left his, staring into his very soul as he began to fidget under their heavy gaze.

"We don't usually have interview subjects as candid as you, Mr. Wallace," Tarke said. "Honestly, it doesn't surprise me that you're having difficulty getting a job with that attitude of yours."

Randolf was going to reply, but Tarke's serious glare forced him to reconsider. There was something almost otherworldly about the hybrid's stern expression as if there was a sinister element to it that the bear couldn't readily identify. In an instant, the hybrid had leaned back in his chair and his expression softened.

"What are your hobbies?" Tarke asked.

Randolf was so taken aback by the sudden shifts in Tarke's demeanor that he almost forgot to respond.

"Er, I enjoy reading and swimming," Randolf blurted out before thinking about it. "I also like watching videos on youtube I guess."

Tarke returned to scribbling notes. "What kind of youtube videos?" The hybrid asked.

"Why does that matter?" Randolf countered.

"I'm just curious. Part of this interview is about getting to know you so that I can determine if you are a good fit for Boon."

"I watch gaming stuff mostly."

"Do you play games as well?" Tarke asked.

"No, not really."

"Well, Mr. Wallace, I appreciate your honesty during this interview," Tarke stood and turned to look out the window. His tone made Randolf's heart sink as the hybrid continued. "While I cannot offer you a job at this moment, your information will be put in our files for potential candidates. I would also like to extend an invitation if you are truly interested in working for us."

"An invitation?" the bear asked.

"To a party of sorts. It's an excellent place for networking. The owner of Boon Limited will be there and it might be a second chance for you to make a good impression. It would also help us to better find a place for you."

Randolf hesitated. It was incredibly odd to be invited to a party during a job interview, but maybe Tarke saw something in him and this was a test. An odd scent drifted into the bear's nostrils, earthy and masculine, making him slightly giddy as his cock throbbed in his pants. Randolf stared at the hybrid's ass, feeling his erection pulse. He heard himself saying... something.

"Excellent!" Tarke said in response. He turned from the window and wrote something on a note card before handing it to the bewildered bear. "Here is the address. The event starts at seven PM tomorrow. I hope to see you there!"

The hybrid gestured for Randolf to stand and the bear was ushered out of the room. As he left, he looked back to see the flash of a hungry glance from the bulltiger's eyes before Tarke asked for number eight. Soon the bear was standing outside on the street in front of the Boon Limited office building. What the hell just happened? He looked down at the note card in his hand.

"One-twenty-four Oakridge Drive?" Randolf mumbled to himself. "I think that's up on the hill."

The bear shrugged. He'd have to google it when he got home. He was a bit dismayed that he hadn't been hired on the spot, but maybe this party would be a good opportunity. Hobnobbing with the owner of the company might provide the chance he needed to get a foot in the door. The bear hurried back to his apartment.

It was a small, two-room flat in the downtown area and Randolf was renting it for a decent price. He shucked his shoes by the door and stretched his arms over his head, careful not to accidentally shove his hands into the blades of the ceiling fan when he did. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda, pulling the tab as he padded into his bedroom to sit at his computer. Youtube was his destination, and as he browsed the videos for one he wanted to watch, he realized that the musky scent from the interview was still tickling his nostrils.

The bear adjusted his crotch as his dick throbbed. Had he been hard all the way home? That was embarrassing. He imagined himself walking down the street with a massive tent in his pants and his cheeks and ears burned with shame. And yet, his cock throbbed harder at the thought. Randolf closed youtube and instead pulled up some porn as he fished his eager cock from his pants. The bear rubbed his large balls as he tugged his thick shaft. He wasn't overly long, merely six inches, but he was proud of his girth. It had given a few of his partners second thoughts in the past. Randolph licked his lips and clenched his teeth as he watched porn clips on Xtube.

Several hours after spilling his cum on himself and cleaning it off, Randolf was watching someone fail at Sonic Adventure. The bear yawned as he stood and made his way back to the kitchen to find something to eat. He threw a frozen pot pie into the microwave and went back to his computer to wait for it to cook. When the microwave eventually beeped, he ate the pie, probably too fast, and then lounged about in his tiny living room for a while. He couldn't get Tarke's invitation out of his mind, though, and kept fishing the note card from his pocket to look at the address.

Back at his computer, Randolf went to google maps and looked it up. It was a house, but not just any house- more like a mansion in the hill section of the town. Randolf had heard that the people who lived there were snobs, that it was a community for only the rich. If that was true, why had he been invited at all? He was far from wealthy.

The bear shrugged and put his computer into sleep mode for the night as he tugged off his clothes and fell into bed.

***

At five-thirty the next evening, Randolf was stepping out of the shower when he heard knocking on his apartment door. The bear grumbled to himself as he wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom to peek through the peephole on his door. A pudgy badger in his late 40s stood in the hall with fist raised, ready to knock again; it was the landlord.

Randolf quickly opened the door and smirked as the short badger's eyes landed on the white patch of fur on the bear's chest and then drifted down Randolf's burly body, ears and cheeks turning crimson as he realized that the bear was mostly naked. Randolf enjoyed watching the landlord squirm as he averted his eyes while still trying to maintain his gruff demeanor. Making the badger uncomfortable was one of the only ways the bear could exert any kind of dominance over him.

"Rent's due," the badger said curtly.

"Oh sure, can I pay you half now and the other half next week?"

That got the badger's attention. He looked up at Randolf's face, narrowing his eyes as the corners of his mouth turned downward.

"Money trouble?" The landlord asked.

"You caught me getting ready for a job interview actually," the bear lied, casually scratching his chest as he watched the badger's eyes trying to look anywhere other than at his barely clothed tenant's body. "I'll have the money for you by next week, I promise."

The badger snorted as he managed to force himself to look down his nose at Randolf's face. "Gotta charge you a late fee, boy."

"I understand, Mr. Mason, but I swear I'll pay you what I owe."

"You don't pay me by the end of next month for both months; you get evicted. Clear?"

"Yes sir, crystal clear," Randolf said.

"Put some damn clothes on before you open the door next time," Mason huffed as he turned and walked down the hall.

Randolf rolled his eyes as he closed the door. "That grump really needs to get laid," he mumbled to himself as he went back to the bathroom to finish drying off. The bear pulled some underwear up his legs and opened his closet before the realization hit him that he didn't know the dress code for this party. Tarke would have told him if it was a formal occasion, right? It was a wealthy neighborhood, though. Randolf scratched his chin as he rifled through his clothes, looking for a button-down shirt. He passed by some Hawaiian-style shirts that were probably too gaudy for the event and settled on a solid blue one. It was late August and still quite warm, so Randolf grabbed some nice looking khaki shorts and got dressed.

The bear went to the kitchen and pulled some chips from one of the cupboards. He assumed there would be food at the party, but he was slightly hungry now and it would have been bad form to spend the first several minutes of his time there at the food table, stuffing his face. The bear grabbed his keys from the desk in the bedroom and left his apartment. Out on the street, he sat down at the nearby bus stop and waited.

***

Randolf was standing in the living room of Tarke's mansion on Oakridge Drive. He held a wine glass in his hand filled with coca-cola and rum, taking small sips from it as the other party guests milled about around him. The dull noise of conversation battled the music playing on the house's speaker system and an uneasy feeling crawled up Randolf's spine. It felt like someone was staring at him, but there were too many people nearby to tell if the feeling was justified. As he looked around the room, the bear didn't recognize anyone from the interview yesterday, and his nervous jitters were slightly soothed by the fact that only he had been given the privilege of an invitation. Tarke had greeted him at the door, but it would have been wrong to expect the hybrid to shadow him for the entire party. It was a place to be social after all. Too bad that Randolf sucked at schmoozing.

The last party the bear had attended would have been back in college a few years ago, a much rowdier scene than the one before him now. At least Randolf wasn't underdressed for this event. Everyone was dressed in sufficiently nice-looking, preppy clothes without being completely formal. The bear almost jumped when a bull approached him out of the corner of his vision. The bovine was around six and a half feet tall, about the same height as Randolf, and was wearing a loud, floral print shirt with tan slacks. Rather than shoes, a pair of brown hooves stuck out from under the bottoms of his pant legs. Randolf's eyes shifted back up to the bull's face and the gold ring hanging from his pierced nose. The bull stuck out a hand in greeting and Randolf took it, thankful that he no longer had to try to force himself into someone else's conversation.

"You look a little lost," the bull said. "I'm Garuganto, but Garu is fine."

"Randolf," the bear replied as they shook hands.

"How do you know our host?" The bull inquired.

"I bombed a job interview, actually," Randolf said.

Garu chuckled. "Is that what you think? Believe me, if you had failed an interview, you wouldn't be here."

"Does Tarke often invite prospective employees to these things?" Randolf asked.

"Only the ones he thinks are worth it," Garu said. "Tell me a bit about yourself."

Randolf glanced up at the bull's sparkling eyes when Garu spoke, and the bear's nostrils flared as a potent, heady scent briefly filled them. He took a sip from his glass and words fell from his mouth, unbidden. He didn't even have to think about what he was saying. Randolf told Garu about his family, how he barely spoke to them anymore and how he was living on his own. He told the bull about his money trouble and his worries about finding work. He mentioned his lack of a social life in this new town that he had recently moved to. Garu smiled at him all the while and listened. When Randolf finished pouring his heart out, his wine glass was empty.

"It sounds like you have a pretty full and stressful plate, my friend," Garu said. "Let's get you another drink and I'll introduce you to some people I think you really need to meet."

Randolf shivered as that uneasy feeling followed them while the bull led him through the house, past rooms thrumming with dull conversation and full of people milling about. Garu stopped at the bar where a muscular gorilla was mixing drinks.

"What's your poison, Randolf?" Garu asked.

"Can he make a margarita?"

The gorilla silently nodded and quickly fixed the drink. Garu lifted his glass to the bartender as they left, passing the wide staircase that sat in the middle of the house. Eventually, they entered an old-fashioned study complete with an oriental carpet, mahogany desk, and a bookshelf stuffed full of books on the righthand wall. The wall on the left was covered in framed artwork, mostly of landscapes from various locations around the world. A mountainous desert and jungle caught Randolf's eye before Garu brought his attention to the other people in the room.

"Randolf, let me introduce you to my colleagues," the bull said. "You've already met Tarke."

The bulltiger extended his hand and Randolf took it.

"This is Sarah Davis. Her husband, Jack should be along shortly," The female husky in question did not extend her hand and instead merely gave the bear a polite nod. Garu continued to the final two people in the room.

"And here we have Frank and Colin Bertram. Colin is the illustrious CEO of Boon Limited, you know," the bull gestured to a masculine lion and Randolf chuckled as Colin rolled his eyes at Garuganto's introduction. The alligator standing next to Colin held out his hand with a friendly smile on his snout. That must have been Frank. Randolf firmly took the green, scaly hand and shook it.

"You and Colin are-" Randolf hesitated, not wanting to accidentally offend any of the powerful people in front of him.

"Married, yes," Frank finished, the grin spreading further across his face.

"Cool," the bear said as Colin also grasped his hand tightly and gave a firm shake.

A sudden chill ran down Randolf's spine and a whirlwind of butterflies spun in his stomach.

"Ah, Jack!" Garu said cheerfully.

Randolf turned to look at the door of the room to see an athletically built husky who stood around five feet and ten inches tall. He was wearing a plain grey button-down shirt and black jeans. Jack's piercing, bright blue eyes burned with sultry intent as he stared at the bear. The canine sauntered into the room, placing a hand on Randolf's hip and giving the bruin a firm squeeze as he slid around him to join his wife. Immediately, Randolf's heart thumped in his chest from apprehension and arousal at the mysteriously alluring canine's touch. Jack continued to stare at him, a hungry smile plastered to his muzzle. It was the kind of grin that Randolf imagined a predator would make upon seeing wounded and cornered prey. Was Jack the cause of the uneasy feelings that Randolf had experienced before? Had the husky been following him since he arrived? Colin broke the bear from his frantic thoughts.

"Tarke tells me that you have a valuable skillset, Randolf," the lion said.

Randolf puffed out his chest with pride as the lion complimented him. "I'm just about the best computer programmer out there," he said.

"And how would you prove that with no portfolio or prior employment experience?" Colin asked.

Randolf's heart sank. "W-well, I'm a hard worker. I'm willing to learn whatever language you use so I can prove myself."

Colin rubbed his chin in thought.

"I can think of a place for him," Jack's baritone voice broke the brief silence.

"Oh?" Tarke asked. "You normally have pretty strict requirements, Jack. What makes you want this new acquisition all of a sudden?"

The husky snorted through his nose and Randolf swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Sarah cheerfully spoke up next, "Well since I clearly don't need to be here for the negotiation and macho posturing, I'm going to head home and deal with the sitter. Have fun, dear."

She kissed her husband on the cheek and made her way out of the study. Randolf somehow felt less safe with her gone. It wasn't that he was repulsed by Jack's looks, far from it. The athletic husky was very attractive. However, the way the canine looked at him like he was a piece of meat ready to devour, made Randolf's gut churn with apprehension. But so what? Jack was almost a foot shorter than him! What could the smaller dog do that Randolf couldn't handle?

Colin placed a hand on Randolf's shoulder. "It looks like we've found a place for you after all if you're willing to work with Jack."

"If it means I get the job, then absolutely!" Randolf said. He knew he sounded desperate, but he had to find work. Tarke chuckled as he and Garu left the room.

Colin and Frank followed shortly after and the lion leaned back into the room as he was closing the door. "Don't be too hard on him, Jack," the lion said, cheerfully.

Another lump formed in the bear's throat as the door clicked closed. Jack pressed himself against Randolf's belly almost immediately.

"H-hey!" Randolf yelped as the husky gave him an incredibly tight hug and inhaled his scent, licking the bear's chest as his fingers dug into Randolf's ass.

"Quiet," Jack growled, unbuttoning Randolf's shirt to get closer to the bear's fur.

"Th-this isn't what I was picturing when you said you had a place for me..."

"Are you complaining?" Jack asked as he gave Randolf's tenting bulge a firm squeeze.

"Nope," the bear replied with a cocky grin. "This is way easier than an actual follow-up interview or a programming test."

Jack snorted through his nose and pulled away from the bruin. "Easy, you say? Then let's give you something- harder."

"What's the game here?" Randolf asked. "You guys arbitrarily pick one of the interviewees to fuck? What about your wife?"

"Oh, it's far more than that, I assure you," Jack said. "Just because Sarah and I are married doesn't mean we can't fuck whoever we want. Our bond runs deeper than some flowery vows spoken in a church."

Jack spat the last word out as if it was a rotten piece of fruit, and Randolf was almost certain he saw the husky's eyes flash red for a brief moment as he spoke. Jack beckoned the bear to the bookshelf and tugged one of the wall lamps downward. The bruin couldn't believe his eyes as the bookshelf slid to the side, revealing a dimly lit, stone passage beyond. Randolf's gut assaulted him with dread, begging him to run. His mind whirled with images of Jack leading him to a grisly torture chamber below like some maniacal serial killer in a bad horror movie.

Jack approached from the side and stood close; the bear's nostrils flared as woody, succulent musk clouded his thoughts. Randolf felt the canine grab his hand and pull him into the secret passage. He was sure he would have resisted under normal circumstances, but that intoxicating, masculine scent crawled into his nose and invaded his mind. Through the dark hallway, Jack pulled him, passing narrow, branching paths as they went. All the while, the dull thrum of muffled music and conversation swirled around them. The passageways were surprisingly clean and well maintained. Randolf had been expecting almost a medieval dungeon hallway when the passage had first opened, but these halls looked more like the normal interior walls and floors of the rest of the house. A peculiar room caught the bear's eye as they briskly walked. It was a room filled with animal masks of varying species. He didn't get a close look into the room, but he was certain that he saw an altar in there. Weird.

Jack stopped at a normal-looking, open wooden door and pushed Randolf through it with surprising strength. As he stumbled into the room beyond, the bear's heart thumped in his chest and his cock twitched harder in his already tented shorts. A waist-high, cushioned bench sat in the middle of the room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with dildos, whips, collars, leashes, harnesses, and other gear that Randolf couldn't readily identify. Some of the dildos on display were absolutely monstrous- feet of silicone rather than mere inches. They were all meticulously designed to look as real as possible as well. Jack's arms wrapping around him from behind made the bruin shiver in anticipation. Jack's fingers finished unbuttoning Randolf's shirt and tugged the fabric away to throw it into a corner of the room. Randolf felt Jack's bare chest pressing against his back, framed by what felt like a leather harness. The husky spun the bear around, gazing into Randolf's eyes with a hungry, red gaze.

"Strip," the canine said.

Randolf hastily obeyed, tugging his pants and underwear off before his rational mind could question the command.

"Now, lay back on the bench, Randy," Jack growled.

The bear's hackles rose in response. "It's Randolf," he said, annoyance tinting his voice.

Jack's hand was at the bruin's throat faster than Randolf could see it move, slamming him back onto the bench so hard that all of the air rushed from his lungs in a gasping wheeze. The husky leaned down next to his ear, voice dripping with malice. "I don't like being talked back to, Randy."

Jack's fingers were squeezing his neck so tightly that Randolf could barely regain his breath. When the canine finally released him and he sucked air in through his nose and mouth, it was filled with that heady musk that made his mind swim and his nerves buzz with potential pleasure. Jack was running the index finger on his other hand down Randolf's chest and belly to his throbbing dick, tracing a circle around his crotch before gripping his balls and tugging roughly. The bear yelped, twitching as Jack's fist clenched around his precious sack.

"How very mundane," Jack mused. "We will have to change that now that you belong to us."

"W-what?" Randolf grunted, gasping a sigh of relief when Jack's vice grip left his testicles and the shirtless husky sauntered over to one of the shelves filled with sex gear. What had the bear gotten himself into? His eyes shifted from Jack to the closed door. Maybe he could escape-

A large hand came down on the bear's chest and Randolf's stomach churned as he looked up at Jack's face. Thick, black fur sprouted on the husky's hand and crawled upwards towards his shoulder. The hand moved behind Randolf's head and firmly lifted it into a savage, voracious kiss. Jack's tongue forcefully shoved its way past the bruin's lips and the bear couldn't help but moan as his heart pounded with sudden lusty desire. The canine's fingers dug into his skull while the fingers on his other hand slapped and rubbed his pecs. Jack growled into the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Randolf's as their tongues writhed against each other in the bear's mouth.

As Jack's face was covered in that black fur, his tongue dove into Randolf's throat. The bear's eyes opened wide, his body trembling from the sudden oral invasion. Jack pressed two fingers against the bruin's asshole, prying him open with an unceremonious, firm thrust. Randolf saw stars, grunting at first from the discomfort of the dry entry, but he soon realized that it wasn't completely dry. Jack's fingers were actually surprisingly slick as they moved inside of him and teased his prostate. Randolf was soon huffing in pleasure through his nose as those fingers and that long tongue made his nerves sing with bliss.

He didn't even care that the husky had become a ferocious-looking, black wolf. He just wanted the pleasure to continue. Jack's fingers curled inside of him, lightly tapping his prostate each time they pushed into his hole and sending pulses of bliss up the bear's throbbing shaft. The wolf readied a third finger and tried to push it in alongside the first two, but Randolf's asshole clenched, stubbornly refusing entry. Jack growled into the bruin's mouth, thrusting his tongue into Randolf's throat in a show of dominance, but the bear's butthole wouldn't relent despite how good he anticipated it would feel. Jack reluctantly broke the kiss, long, slick tongue slowly sliding free from Randolf's lips. It was round and serpentine rather than flat and canine. The tongue coiled back up into Jack's lupine mouth.

"You need to loosen up more than that for what I've got planned, Randy," the wolf said in a gruffer, deeper voice as he moved to the end of the bench in between the bear's legs. "Let's see if I can open you up."

Randolf nodded through the muddy haze that Jack's musk left in the air. It was as if he was looking down at himself from outside of his body. He could do nothing but follow the wave of throbbing feeling as it swept his rational mind along for the ride. Jack's shoved several inches of his tongue into Randolf's ass in one thrust, causing the bear's back to arch as he moaned and gasped. Jack closed a fist around the bear's sack and tugged it up and away from his asshole as the wolf's serpentine tongue drove deeper, thickening the further it went into the bear's guts. Randolf panted and whimpered, gazing down at himself as he felt the thickening, tentacle-like tongue writhing deeper inside of him than anything had ever been before. It coiled deeply, winding through each turn of his anal passage until it bunched up and put a bulge in his belly. The bear's mind broke free for one moment, letting him lift a hand to his own belly. He rubbed the bulge and squeezed it as Jack's tongue slithered through his asshole and drew a whorish moan from his lips.

The bear huffed, cock throbbing and dripping precum like a leaking faucet from the constant movement against his prostate. Jack swirled his tongue in circles, stretching Randolf's butt open with the thick base. After several minutes of this treatment, the wolf slowly drew his tongue back, making the bear shudder and twitch as the entire length slid over his most sensitive areas. He could feel an orgasm quickly approaching as the tongue finally left his asshole and he reached down to grip his cock and bring himself over the edge.

But Jack slapped his hand away, gripping the bear's balls tighter in his fist. The pain overrode his climax and Randolf was suddenly whimpering for a completely different reason. The wolf kept that vice grip until the bear's dick started to shrink apologetically.

"Perhaps we need to do something about that little rebel," Jack said as he rubbed three of his slick fingers around Randolf's twitching hole. "Can't have you getting off too early, now can we?"

Jack lifted the bear's softening cock with his free hand and slipped the tip past his pursed lips. The three fingers on his other hand pushed into Randolf's hole as the wolf's demonic tongue roughly shoved into the bruin's piss slit and sank deep inside of his quickly stiffening dick. Randolf howled, his whole body twitching at the new sensation firing through nerves that had never felt anything like the invasion of his cock. Jack glared up at the loudly wailing bear and clamped his hand around Randolf's muzzle as he pushed his tentacle tongue deeper. The bear panted through his nose, clenching his teeth as he felt the tongue shove its way impossibly deep inside of his urethra. His eyes crossed and his sack twitched. It felt like the tongue was sliding into his testicles themselves and his asshole spasmed as Jack forced a fourth finger inside of him.

The wolf's entire fist soon wrenched Randolf's hole open and a good portion of Jack's forearm slid inside after. That tongue pulled back as the bear felt an orgasm building, but something prevented him from going over the edge. The pressure of climax stayed just below the peak, forcing him to buck his hips and thrash in the wolf's grip in an attempt to get off. Jack released Randolf's muzzle and slapped him with an open palm.

"Bad boy!" Jack growled. "No cumming until I give you permission."

Randolf whimpered, cheek stinging from the blow as Jack's fist pulled back to stretch his hole as wide as possible. He held it there, watching the bear's asshole tightly clench several times before it relented and weakly twitched around his knuckles in submission. The wolf pushed his fist in deep and grinned as Randolf let out a gasping moan. The bruin's hole relaxed around his arm, letting Jack give several firm thrusts with little resistance.

"I think you're ready now," Jack said as he pulled his fist free, leaving Randolf's hole gaping open.

The wolf walked away, allowing the bear some time to take a few ragged breaths as his dick angrily twitched and his balls churned with the need to spill his seed. Jack returned, carrying a monstrous dildo. It had to be at least two feet long and as thick as Randolf's arm. The bear shivered, hoping he would be able to take that thing. It shone in the dim light, slick with lubricant, and Jack wasted no time shoving the first foot of length into the bruin's pliant ass in a single thrust. The bear gasped and shuddered from the vicious thrust and his toes curled as deeper and deeper it went, making Randolf's eyes roll back in his head. It reached a familiar-feeling depth when the bear felt the thing's thick base press up against the back of his twitching sack. He looked down through lidded eyes at the large bulge in his gut caused by the tip and groaned. His cock was so hard it ached, and the pressure against his prostate only made that ache worse.

Jack appeared near his head this time and pried Randolf's mouth open with his rough fingers. The bear gurgled as the wolf shoved another thick dildo down his throat. This one was shorter than the other, but the bear still panicked when it blocked his airway. Jack rubbed his chest and the bulge in his throat as he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to let you suffocate. Relax."

As if by magic, Randolf was able to gulp in air around the thick toy, letting out a feverish moan from the feeling of being so stuffed with no negative consequences. Jack rubbed the bear's pecs and belly, leaning down to kiss the base of the dildo in Randolf's mouth. "Perfect," the wolf said as he straddled the bear's body just above Randolf's twitching cock.

Jack's thick, knotted shaft pulsed against the bruin's belly bulge and the canine scooted back until the bear's dick hotdogged through his ass cheeks under his tail. The dildos felt like real dicks inside of Randolf's holes as they seemed to throb and pulse with lives of their own. Jack rolled his hips back, pushing his asshole against the bear's quivering, dripping cock, grinning as the room was filled with the sound of Randolf's pleasured whimpering.

"Now listen here, Randy," the imposing, black wolf said as he reached up to rub and squeeze the bear's throat gently. "Pleasure just like this could be yours anytime you want it." Randolf's nostrils filled with more intense wolf musk as Jack's twitching butthole rubbed against his shaft and the canine continued. "Tomorrow, you won't remember what we did tonight, but I'll still be with you; inside of you; a fragment of a memory deep in the back of your mind that makes your balls ache for release."

Jack rubbed the tip of Randolf's dick and the bear shuddered. He needed to cum so bad. Being denied like this was torture, but it felt so fucking good that he almost didn't mind- almost. Jack finally lifted himself up and his asshole devoured Randolf's length as he sank back down. The bear's eyes bulged as the hot, slick warmth enveloped him and his shaft spasmed with an attempted orgasm, halted by whatever the demon's tongue had done to his balls. Randolf whimpered aloud, pushing his hips upward as if trying to force himself to get off. Jack dug his claws into the bear's thighs, making Randolf stay still from the piercing pressure that nearly turned to pain.

"Be a good boy and lay still. I'm gonna use you like a dildo for a while so just try to enjoy it, Randy." The wolf said as his ass clenched tightly around Randolf's base. Jack shivered as he lifted himself up and down, grinding his hips in a circle when the bear's base sank into him. Randolf panted and shuddered as every drop of the wolf's hips sent shockwaves of bliss through his shaking legs. His teeth clenched around the pulsing dildo in his throat and his muffled groans drifted through the room's increasingly humid air.

"Mmh, thicker," Jack said after several minutes of riding and Randolf gasped as he felt his cock throb harder than it ever had before, drawing a gasp from the wolf's lungs. "F-fuck yeah! Now, longer!" The wolf moaned as he pulled up and the bear went wide-eyed as he saw his shaft grow before his eyes. Jack slammed back down and yelped in ecstasy as Randolf's new cock put a small bulge in the wolf's black-furred abs. The canine shuddered as his knotted shaft pulsed and fired a rope of precum up onto Randolf's nose and face. The intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and the bear could help thrusting his hips into the wolf's hungry asshole.

Jack planted both hands on Randolf's pecs, digging his claws in as the two bodies ground against each other in carnal bliss. The wolf's dick fired precum onto the bear's burly body with each hilting thrust of Randolf's hips, and Jack growled as his ears laid back on his head and his lips drew back over his teeth.

"Come on, Randy, fuck me!" Jack howled, slamming his ass down on the bear's transformed erection as Randolf's eyes rolled up and another false climax came upon him. He snarled in frustration, balls writhing with agonizing need. Jack grinned down at him as Randolf angrily glared back. Their fucking went on and the bear quickly lost track of time and lost count of how many times he was brought to the edge by Jack's milking hole.

Randolf thought he might go insane if the denial of climax lasted any longer and then, just as the bear's frustration reached its maximum level, Jack leaned down to press his chest against the bruin's body and whispered, "Cum, Randy."

A switch flipped inside of him as if all of the orgasms he had been denied came upon him at once and Randolf howled around the dildo in his throat. His balls clenched up tightly to his shaft and the bear's body seized in ecstasy as his cock finally erupted long ropes of sticky semen into Jack's hungry hole. "That's it!" Jack hissed. Randolf's climax lasted minutes, his whole body riding on a wave of pleasure that vibrated his very soul and when it started to wind down, Jack leaned back, clenching his hole around the base.

"More," the wolf growled and Randolf's balls obliged, churning as the bear wailed and came again. The bruin gasped and moaned, writhing under the canine as Jack cruelly demanded more and more. Orgasm after orgasm fired from Randolf's twitching erection until Jack's belly rounded out slightly from the amount of jizz splattered into his guts. The tip of the wolf's cock bumped the bear's chin and he became barely aware of the dildo leaving his throat, only to be replaced with the wolf's hot shaft that slid down inside up to the knot. The bear's dick throbbed against his belly, still oozing seed as he gagged around the wolf's thick, veiny length.

Jack planted his hands on the wall behind the head of the bench, savagely thrusting his cock down into the bear's mouth as Randolf's cum leaked from the wolf's ass and dripped down the back of his balls. The bear felt it dribbling onto his chin and past his lips as Jack's knot bumped against them again and again. The wolf growled, his erection throbbing thicker, gagging Randolf harder as Jack let out a gasping grunt and his knot forced its way into the bear's mouth. The bear's cheeks bulged and his head swam with lust as he felt the hot warmth of the wolf's infernal cum pumping directly into his stomach. The feeling of being so thoroughly abused set off a final orgasm in the bear's loins and hot spurts of his cum splattered onto his chest and belly before the ordeal got the better of him and he fell into darkness with Jack's throbbing knot lodged deep into the back of his mouth.

***

Sunlight slapped Randolf awake and he sat up in his own bed, shaking bleary half-sleep from his head. He couldn't remember most of the party the night before, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. He cheerfully whistled as he grabbed some breakfast from the fridge and, afterward, hopped in the shower. He stroked his impressive, ten-inch cock and fondled his twitching balls as he fantasized about the attractive men he had met last night. Thinking about Colin and Jack in particular set his heart thumping in his chest, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself off no matter how hard and fast he stroked himself. Frustrated, he gave up and stepped out of the shower to towel off.

A familiar sounding knock came from the door and the bear rolled his eyes as he once again wrapped the towel around his waist. He chuckled as he noticed his dick was rather obvious and wondered how his landlord would react to the sight. Randolf threw open the door and sure enough, the older badger's eyes zeroed in on the ample bulge as if they were laser guided to it. Mason had an envelope in his hand and he struggled to find words for several moments as Randolf happily watched him squirm.

"Can I help you, Mr. Mason?" he asked.

"I uh-" The badger stammered. "T-this came for you. Thanks for paying your rent so soon after I asked."

"What? I didn't-"

"Here," The badger said quickly as he shoved the envelope into Randolf's hands, "And stop answering the door like that, for Christ's sake!"

He turned and trudged down the hall as the bear closed the door. The envelope was greeting card size and Randolf curiously turned it over in his hands before tearing into it.

Congratulations, Randolf Wallace, it said.

Welcome to the Boon Limited family. You have been scheduled for orientation on Monday, September 4th at the central office: 4524 Main Street, room 235 at 8 am. Attendance is mandatory.

Sincerely,

Tarke Tiger, Boon Ltd. President of HR

A grin spread across the bear's face. He must have done something right at the party after all!

"Don't be late, Randy," A familiar, gruff, masculine voice rang in the bear's ears, sending a shiver down his spine and making his cock throb against the fabric of his towel.

END