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Hauled by the scruff of his neck, the blue fox was dragged through the nonchalant crowds of leather men and rubber gimps, past those who smoked fat cigars and monstrous pipes, and slinked between the smirking daddies who congregated in the dark of the club. Jay could feel their stares piercing his skin as they all watched him with expressions of amusement and deviousness, not even attempting to mask the twisted schemes that plotted behind their gazes. But they were a tame ointment compared to the man whose claws sunk into the back of his neck, heaving the vulpine along the scruffy floor forcing him into a half-staggered crawl as he could barely keep pace but hadn't the chance to get to his footpaws. The big bad wolf had a hold on Jay and like any predator he cast away his victim for his own hunger, snarling at anyone who dared even to try and approach.

One man tried, a rugged Great Dane who matched the bouncer's build and size to a near perfect parallel, if only a little leaner but much taller. He cut between the wolf and where his destination was headed, steel-capped boots thundering before Jay, faded jeans following up ripped legs until he was taking in the dog's biker jacket and bare chest, creamy tan fur smothered beneath, until he came to the giant's head, his muzzle and ears darkening, eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator shades that just screamed arrogance. But he pulled the look off. Jay tumbled to halt still trapped in the wolf's vice grip, but he came level between their crotches, stuck well and truly between a rock and a hard place in the most literal sense. His captor let loose a terrific growl, so deep Jay felt the vibrations clatter in his chest.

"Whatcha got there, Gunther? Fresh meat?"

"Back off Harper, he's mine. I found him first."

"Didn't mommy ever teach you to share?" The Dane, Harper according to the wolf, pouted, getting some smug satisfaction out of toying with the hot tempered wolf. Gunther just snarled even more, but it was obvious he wasn't about to dare do anything; Harper's shit-eating smile belied their true relationship of something more than friends, partners in crime perhaps, and any of the wolf's aggression barely made him flinch as he was faced with rows of spittle-drooling, gristly teeth. "Aren't you meant to be on shift?"

"I'm just looking for somewhere to keep the little bitch until I clock out. Is the back office free?"

"Nah man, Belle's in there getting railed by some fat bastard with a dick the size of your arm. I'd give it about an hour before he even gets back out on stage."

Gunther let loose a snap of displeasure, paw squeezing tight around the fox's neck, making Jay flail pathetically and claw at the wolf's muscled arm, all to no effect. It was if he didn't even exist to tem at all, were it not for him being the subject matter of their conversation. Being spoken about like an object had his cock hard despite the idea chilling him to his core. His straining erection ground against the dirty floor, his length sticky in the sweating atmosphere of the nightclub. It only added to his further shame, manhandled like a trophy, defeated and humiliated before all those present who, like him, had just come here to have a good time, as eclectic as it might have been.

"Fuck man."

"You know," Harper began, a coquettish smile tugging at his lips, the very shades seeming to glint as if they could barely hide his mischievousness, "You could always take him to the bathroom."

"What the fuck would I do with him th-..." Gunther cut himself off, stalling upon the word. A sadistic grin picked his face as he agreed with the Great Dane that it was an excellent idea and it'd teach the fox some appreciation for real men. Jay dreaded to think what it all entailed, but away he was slung, again hauled along by the domineering wolf who led him to where signs for the toilets directed. From behind them came the flirtatious call of the canine, shouting after his friend,

"I'll see you soon, little fox. I'm gonna have a nice, long pint, just you wait..."

The club spilled from view, the distinct stench of piss and other unkindly smells bombarded Jay's senses, undercut with the desperate attempt of some hygiene with just a touch of bleach. The fox was unceremoniously thrown forward and stumbled against the urinals, now finding himself in a grimy tiled room boxed in between stalls, troughs, and sinks. A blow-dryer hung limply from the wall that had been cleaved off from its fixture, but no attempt appeared as of yet to repair it. Some tiles were cracked, a peppering of white stone dust and black enamel scattered across an uneasily stained floor. Jay, slumped upon the ground, didn't want to think about what kind of mess he was sitting in, knowing that the answer, regardless of what it may be, would never be good enough to settles his stomach. He found himself caught with his back flat against the damp metal sheet that made up the back portion of the trough, it's sluice cut into the floor to drain away whatever manner of fluids patrons spilled down it.

What perhaps marked the bathroom as unalike to all other club privies, for the men it entertained, a selection of gear had been laid out along one wall, racked and pristine, the only things that were truly looked after in the mire of pestilence.

"Get on your back," the wolf grunted, snatching an intimidating looking pole intersected with three clasps, one at each end and one smack bang in the middle, with hinges upon one side and an empty hole barely big enough for a bolt to fit. "Get that fucking ass of yours right against the pisser, footpaws by your head."

It was a difficult position to mould himself into, but Jay persevered. Already as he began to contort himself, reluctant to place his bared rump to the urinal wall, he could hardly support his own weight pressed down upon his shoulders blades comfortably. He had since been disrobed from the moment the wolf had dragged him in from the alley, tossing all the various garments into the overflowing dumpsters, and so Jay's needy erection bobbed against his stomach, balls drooping over his crotch, and his tail swished warily as he couldn't help but realise he asshole was vulnerable, puckered to the cold, pungent air. An ache had immediately begun to whine in the back of his mind as he shuffled himself awkwardly, tucked into a squashed ball of sorts with his head rubbing against the grubby floor, world tipped upside down and unable to see up much further than just knee height. The wolf's legs thundered into view, impatient as ever and the footfalls bellowing against the ground. Jay could feel the shock of them thumping upon the tiled floor as Gunther squatted before him, his crotch hanging just over his face.

But the wolf was not interested in the fox's available openings, as crude as it was. Bemused, Jay felt his ankles get grabbed roughly, his body swaying against the wall in this precarious angle he was perched at, and one end of the wolf's treacherous pole was cuffed to his leg. A padlock slid through the bolt hole once the clasp was shut, so Gunther, confirming the lock had indeed clicked shut, slid the bar underneath the fox's head, fastening the opposing end to his other ankle, repeating again with a second padlock. Feeling the uncomfortable iron digging into his skull, Jay wondered why it had been pushed under him, until he felt the middle, centric circle open, then snap shut violently around his neck. Another padlock, a final click, and suddenly he was trapped in this contorted, exposed position. His arms, whilst free, were limited by the way his body had been wrung that all he could was leave them lying stiffly upon the cold hard floor. But naturally Gunther had wheels turning within wheels.

A pair of cuffs were clapped around his wrists, one for each side, and they in turn were fastened too his ankles. Truly he was now immobile and defenceless as he lay there upon the toilet floor, head throbbing as blood sunk down within him from gravity, dry humping the stagnant air as this dark, twisted fantasy was fast becoming a stark reality.

The final touches came in the form of two hollowed toys. One was for his ass, similar in shape to the wolf's knot, a familiar feeling he had felt already from the alley outside, and so as it was pressed to his hole, slickened with just a dab of lube, the fox grunted and mewled as he stretched wide around its bulb. Maybe it was a little bigger - it felt bigger - and he squirmed uncomfortably as his ass became held open by solid silicone, inches wide now and feeling the swampy fumes draining down into his gut and leaving him feeling dirty from the inside out, as if just his lungs was bad enough. The second toy was a little more intricate, functioning as a gag first and foremost, though it had a hollowed core. The wolf wasted no time and prising apart Jay's jaw and shoving the rubber in, straps fastened behind his head to keep the toy in place, but its interesting accompaniment was the long, winding, tube that connected said gag to a funnel Gunther held in one paw.

Dots connected in Jay's mind, slowly at first then coursing over one another, each more eager than the last to slam the fox with the shock of realisation. It became immediately apparent, if it weren't any obvious before, why Gunther had been so pleased with his buddy's suggestion of leaving the fox tied up in the toilets whilst he finished his shift.

"I was technically on my piss break anyway when I bred you," the wolf declared, paw unzipping his fly and fishing out his sheath from his ripe underwear, "Might as well..."

Jay had become the living urinal for the club's attendees. A whole crowd of fetish-bound, lusting men who all eyed him like a piece of meat as he was dragged to the bathroom. They would figure it out when only the wolf would leave, and soon they would come clamouring, all ready to take a leak, finding a bound fox waiting there, holes open, unable to say no.

From above, though cut much from view, he heard the wolf let out a tired, relieved sigh, followed by the wet, pattering noise of a stream. Something hitting plastic, irregular and echoing, and then abruptly it hit him. It was the heat first, if only for a second, of a bladder's worth of piss just steaming down the tube. Then he tasted it. Warm, salty, bitter, and never stopping, flooding his mouth and forcing the fox to uncomfortably drink, in shallow gulps for the angle didn't afford him much give to swallow much. It prolonged every moment as the wolf urinated, the stream hard and fast as it seemed even to back up the tube, the fox failing to keep up with the pace of Gunther as he took a long, sorely needed leak. Jay moaned pitifully through the gag, head rolling from side to side, as the musky urine burnt his mouth, leaving his taste buds with a tart flavour forever imprinted in his mind. Even when it came to an end, finally, he coughed as the acidity stuck with him, his tongue and mouth just feeling as if they were coated in grease.

All the while, Jay's cock strained harder than ever before, but was left ignored, the wolf collecting himself and adjusting his clothes,

"I'll be back later, depends if we get overtime." He made for the door, boots disappearing as they thudded towards the exit, "Have fun, toilet."

With a swing and a flurry of hot air, he was gone, brilliant noise bursting from the main room of the club, before the door clattered shut, leaving him to dwell in the aftertaste of piss and clenching his hole around the knotted plug.

What felt like hours went by, logically not possible, but the fox had no sense of time. His world had become a stretched out single moment that was interminable, his mind fractured between the aching agony of his muscles in the contorted position, the plug forcing his ass wide open making him groan loudly as if for some saviour, or he found some smear of piss or a droplet left that reminded him of what awaited him when finally company did arrive. It was a lost situation, only his release would grant him any mercy, but that was not on the cards until the wolf came back. Even that had the affidavit of submitting once more to the brute.

Jolting him to a stirring consciousness, the door slammed open, staggered footsteps half-clobbering into the toilets. Whoever they were, they slumped themselves against the wall, clearly a little too worse for wear from their alcohol, but they were lucid enough to register their surprise at the bound fox just waiting for them. When they spoke, it was slurred, to the near point of unintelligible nonsense, but occasionally the odd word formed clearly. 'Pig' was one, 'piss' was another, and Jay swore he heard 'lucky day' thrown in between it all.

The drunk male swaggered forwards, pulling down his jockstrap and snatching the funnel from Jay's body. From a glance, what he could see, they appeared to be a reptile of sorts, maybe a monitor lizard, and they were as wide as they were tall, a gargantuan male that swayed too precariously for Jay's liking as he held the funnel to his drooping cock, even soft it was thicker than a beer can, and together they waited in a bizarre quiet stifled with heavy breathing and the scuffle of rubber soles on ceramic.

Then, slowly, the piss came. A crawling trickle that took its time working its way down the piping, but eventually it swam its way into Jay's maw. He drank, in lewd swallows, as the reptile relieved his bladder from what could have been dozens upon dozens of pints, recycling the booze into urine for the fox's own sustenance. His piss was watery, if not pungent. Not as potent as Gunther's but it had a surprising bite to it and took far longer to be finished than the wolf. But when it was finally done, the funnel was dropped on Jay's face, a splash of errant piss catching him across the brow, and bizarrely the monitor lizard fished out a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and fed the crumpled wad into Jay's upturned ass, the note stuffed into the hollow plug as if it were some living tip jar. He mumbled some thanks and left as disgracefully as he had entered, most likely to return to his night of drinking.

Jay knew in his gut he'd been seeing the reptile more times before the night was over.

His next guest came blundering in just as suddenly as the lizard, only he was far more sober. But he took one look at the fox on the floor, drenched in sweat and piss, and he didn't do anything for a moment. He simply stood and admired the work before him, groping his crotch, peering from different angles to see just what had been done to the fox up until now, and only when he had had his fill of drinking in the sight of Jay did he then decide to make Jay drink him.

From what he saw, this man was a leather clad skunk, much of his body armoured in the earthly grey and shine of solid hide. His fur was a far darker black, cut with white stripes, but that all disappeared as he approached the fox. He stooped to collect the funnel, and he popped open his cod piece from his chaps and took out his cock, gently rolling his paw along his shaft as if to tease just a little hardness from it. But he began pissing immediately, and the rush of urine sloshing down the tube was great. It surged like a wave, and it hit Jay hard causing him to nearly choke and gag upon the flood. He spluttered in a desperate attempt to drink, the taste much worse than the lizard's, almost as bad as the wolf's, and he writhed as it felt the acidic urine boil in his gut, its taste sluffing the very buds from his tongue and leaving him with the lingering flavour of nothing but bitter salt and rank tang.

In perhaps what was an act of pity, as the piss bubbled back up the funnel as it overflowed, the skunk held it over Jay's body, allowing the waterfall of amber, steaming piss to soak his body, seeping into his fur and trickled through his pelt down towards his head. A pool of urine built up around him, cold upon his shoulder blades as it connected with the stone floor, and the stench became even harder to ignore as the skunk just added to one of the many stains upon the tiles. He finished up, and held the funnel aloft until Jay had drunk every last drop. Jay got a wink from the male before he left, as he bent down to replace the funnel once more, and just like that he was gone again, slipping back into the club.

His third gentleman caller, ignoring Gunther for the moment, came in quietly, taking the fox by surprise as he barely had a chance to realise someone was in the room, only flinching in shock as the funnel was plucked from his chest, lifted aloft by this unknown male, followed by heavy rustling. By now Jay could see nothing but sullied hooves of some male that now stood over him, waiting for their chance to piss into their living urinal, but a strange sensation oozed into Jay's mouth. He recoiled at the taste, its texture, the clammy coldness of it, but as it sunk deeper into him, the liquid building and building until he couldn't hold it back anymore and was forced to take a gross, deep swallow, he realised that it was cum. Cold, spent cum, being poured down his funnel and forcing him to drink it. Used condoms were tossed to the floor, first one, then two, then three, as whoever stood above him emptied what seemed like a very good night's worth of fucking. It was musky, it was bitter, it was tainted by the lingering piss, but it was a welcome change from the urine.

But it wasn't to last. Jay was finishing gulping whatever was left of the loads, toying with them on his tongue, when the male finally did what he had initially come here to do; he pissed into the funnel and it came just as fast as the skunk did. The torrent was hard, heavy, and hot, and it warmed the cold cum as it sloshed in his mouth into a vile mixture of bodily fluids. Jay swallowed though, with no choice else, and he groaned with a shudder as he felt much too full. This man lasted as long as the reptile, a detriment to Jay as it forced him to drink even more, the frothing volume just never ending as his throat ached from constantly working to gulp and guzzle down the piss.

Whoever they were did finally stop, their bladder empty, and with a word they stepped back away, not even paying the slightest attention to Jay as if he very much were the literal inanimate toilet that he had just flushed his piss and cum down. He watched the hooves go, finding that they belonged to a beefy, titanic horse who meandered out the door and was never to be seen again that night.

He was left for a while longer before his next customer came calling. But cold dread sat in Jay's guts with all the sloshing piss sitting inside him as he recognised the boots: steel-toecaps, scuffed leather. When they spoke, Jay pitifully whined.

"Told you I'd see you soon," the Great Dane said, sauntering towards the fox, "I had more than one drink though, so you better have left room for me, boy."

Harper unzipped and pulled out his sheath and balls. They were fat, promising an endowed member inside, but the canine didn't reach for the funnel. Instead he stepped over the fox, situation himself just before the trough like anyone would normally, and Jay watched his back as he aimed for the fox's open hole.

The splatter of piss hit paper first, dousing the 'tip' he'd been given in fresh urine, and then the stream surged inside. Jay squirmed desperately as his guts began to fill with hot piss from the other end, the feeling pooling in his abdomen and gurgling in his bowels. The Great Dane sighed happily and leaned one paw against the cracked wall, directing his jet of piss right down into the plug, marking the fox's insides with his scent, a fact that would surely only piss off Gunther even more knowing his friend had cut himself a slice of the action.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Harper announced casually, as if speaking to someone that might have been stood next to him, not beneath him teeming with his piss, "Gunther had to take off, didn't say why, won't be back until after closing, so I'd get comfy if I were you."

Jay moaned frantically, writhing in his bonds. Harper just laughed, shaking off the last of his piss into the fox's guts.