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"Its last call buddy, time to pay your tab and go home." The bartender, a fairly well built cougar, said as he pulled the last beer mug from the washer that was under the bar and set it on the drying rack with the rest.

"Right yeah, just one second. My date is covering it, he's in the bathroom." I replied, sloshing the ice around in my otherwise empty glass.

"Well call him and tell him to pinch it off, we close in 5." The big cat snapped.

"Alright alright, just give me another drink and I'll see what the hold up is." I replied, rolling my eyes as I looked to my phone, going to my recent messages to follow them to the "call" screen under the name Ben. The coyote I had met here as sort of a first date had gone off to the bathroom nearly 20 minutes ago now. When he told me we were going to a gay bar I had expected it to be less... sketchy.

I set my phone to speaker so the bartender knew I was calling Ben, and the phone rang... and rang... and rang, finally going to the generic "We're sorry, but the caller you are trying to reach has a voicemail that has not been set up yet-" I clicked the "end call" button as a glass of ice water was set down in front of me.

"This ones on the house." The cougar said flatly before stepping away to start wiping the bartop down. "4 minutes to close." He added, a reminder I didn't need.

"Yeah thanks." I replied with another eye roll. Ignoring the water I started typing a message into my phone.

"Everything ok? Bartender is starting to give me a hard time about the tab, I think I left my wallet in your car with my jacket." With that I hit send, taking my smaller glass of melting ice and drinking the little pool of rum and coke flavored water from the bottom of it, sliding it away from me as I crunched on a piece of ice.

"2 minutes." The cougar commented now as he finished wiping down the one side of the bar, returning to take the now completely emptied lowball glass.

"Didn't he put a card down when he opened the tab?" I asked hopefully.

The cougar just gave me an annoyed look. "Who?"

"The guy I came in with. Should be under the name Ben." I said, pointing to the touch screen behind the bar.

With that the big cat set his rag down on the bar top, turning over to the POS system and picking up a little leather tab book from the top of the register. "Card I got here belongs to a Steven." He answered, holding it up.

I squinted, leaning in slightly. "...Are you sure that's the right tab?"

"Only tab that's still open. You were drinking rum and cokes right?" He responded, lowering it again.

"Well, yeah but not with a Steven." I said, huffing.

"Well thats the name on the card he put down, do you want me to run it or not?" He snapped back, growing more annoyed by the minute

"Fine yeah whatever." I snapped back in frustration before turning my head at the sound of someone walking across the bar. Of course it wasn't the coyote I'd come in with, just a grizzly in a black shirt with "Mikhale's" across the chest. One of the bouncers I assumed from the powerful way he stood, and of course the bar name on his shirt.

"We're closing up dude." The massive bear said to me.

"I know I know." I replied. Growing more frustrated.

"Declined." The cougar said, looking at me from the computer screen behind the bar.

"Of course it was." I sighed, looking from the cat to the bear. "Hey can you check the bathroom for a coyote for me real quick?" I asked the bartender, checking my phone again to make sure I hadn't missed a message.

"Only Coyote I've seen left with a cat like 20 minutes ago." The bear replied flatly.

"Ah..." I set my phone down on the bar top, realizing what had most likely happened now. I guess he found a better date, whatever his name was.

"Times up dude, you gonna pay or what." The cougar said, clearly annoyed now.

"I... I left my wallet in uh... Steve's car." I replied awkwardly, pointing to the card as the cat dropped it in the trash.

"So is that a no?" The big cat asked, giving the bear a look.

I laid my head in paw, giving my temples a rub. I didn't have nearly enough of a buzz for all of this. "Well... I uh-I can come back tomorrow and pay?"

"Yeah come back like your coyote friend did?" The cougar replied without missing a beat. I felt myself being grabbed from behind as one MASSIVE arm went around my neck and a proportionality large paw went over my snout like a muzzle as I attempted to yell. "Yeah no, we'll figure out another way for you to cover the bill." He said, before that arm tightened its grip. I tried to kick but that choke hold knocked me out faster than I could have ever expected.

I awoke to pitch blackness and burning pain in my shoulders... and my knees. Honestly it felt like they were on fire. I tried to rub them but I couldn't feel my arms, or my legs for that matter. I tried to call out to someone, anyone, but I could barely make a sound. My throat feeling raw, unbearably so. This certainly wasn't like any hangover I'd experienced before. I turned my head only to bang it against something.

"Sounds like hes awake." A voice commented.

"Then knock him out again and up his doses, he's better off not moving for another week if we want to put him to work anytime soon."

"Right." The first voice replied. What came next was the sound of clasps being opened, then blinding light that made me squint. When my eyes finally adjusted so that I could see, it was the bear from earlier, the one who grabbed me. As I looked up at him he was propping open the lid to the... box I was in? Judging by the lid it seemed kind of small, probably why my legs had fallen asleep.

A second later my train of thought was broken as a gloved paw came into view holding a needle. I tried to move, or put an arm up to block it or something, but all I could manage was a hard bit of wiggling as the needle came at my neck, poking into it as the second voice gave a mocking "There you go, back to sleep pup..." and everything faded to black again.

When I came to again I was still on my back, only this time I was looking at a tiled wall and a drop ceiling. More specifically where the tile and a drop ceiling met. I could hear the hum of fluorescent lighting. I tried to move my head but it seemed fixed in place. Secured at the neck. I then realized my mouth was wide open. Some kind of device was wedged in my mouth, preventing me from closing it. There was a feeling of metal against my teeth. I went to pull it out but nothing. The burning pain in my joints was gone, but that numbness in my arms and legs was still there. It was like they were gone.

"Hey you're finally up!" A voice said in a cheeky tone. An unfamiliar voice with an accent like he was from the city, which wasn't all that uncommon given how close the bar was to it. At least it probably meant I wasn't that far from home. "You're probably a little confused, I'm Mikhale." The voice explained, stepping into my view. I could see a fox, his head fur combed back and a nice button up shirt and slacks. A very shiny gold watch on his wrist, that even from my upward, upside down angle I could tell was expensive. I could only guess he had a nice pair of shoes to complete the outfit. "And you, are the first example of what happens when people don't want to pay their tabs." He continued, beginning to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. It was only when he had his soft dick in his hand, aimed down at my mouth that I realized what he was preparing to do.

I tried to say something, utter a sound of protest but the only thing that escaped my wide open mouth was a faint wine.

"Don't bother pup, your cords were clipped." He replied, looking down at me. "Nobody wants a pisser that's shouting and shit. I mean, I wanted you to scare the shit out of people I would have put you in one of the stalls, right?" He replied, snickering to himself despite my distressed look. "Hey now, you wanted free drinks right? Well this ones on me buddy." He said with an even snicker before letting loose. I tried to move my head again to avoid it but whatever set up they had, it worked great because I couldn't even get out a wiggle as that steady stream of golden piss shot right into my open mouth. Hitting the bottom of my tongue and falling straight down into my throat, nearly choking me as I had to struggle to gulp it down and avoid drowning. The hot, salty drink making my eyes water as this fox uses me like a urinal.

After what seemed like forever the stream finally started to slow, trickling out as it lost the pressure and dribbling onto the roof of my mouth. The fox gave his dick a shake or two, as any man that didn't want a wet spot on his pants did, and tucked himself away. "Probably should have just paid the tab pup." He said with an outright laugh now. Zipping up his fly as he walked out of my limited line of site, the sound of the sink turning on. "It's not all bad though, don't need to worry about washing your hands anymore now that they are gone, right?" He asked, rhetorically of course. That was when it clicked. I couldn't feel my arms because they were gone, I didn't have arms, and I was willing to bet that's why I couldn't feel my legs either.

I was in a state of shock as I listened to the sound of the fox washing his paws, or at least what I assumed was the sound of him washing his paws, but that was broken when I felt a paw grab my ass. My cheeks were being parted as a lubed finger was plunged into me, eliciting another faint, gasping whine from me. "Sounds like the guys found you." The fox commented from out of my limited range of site. "I told them they were welcome to break you in before we opened up for the night, hope you don't mind." He finished, the sound of the trash lid creaking followed by the bathroom door opening and closing. I was alone again, aside from the person who was knuckle deep in my ass. Whoever it was clearly didn't have my comfort in mind because that single lubed finger was the only bit of warm up I got before a freshly lubed dick plunged into me, giving a few slow pumps as if to test the waters before picking up the pace. Even with the shock, and fear, and anger at all of this, the feeling of whoevers cock that was hitting my prostate was stirring up a different feeling. I was getting hard... or my body was trying to. It felt like my dick was confined, but heavy. Like it was stuck in something that was preventing me from fully getting erect, which I guess saved me some embarrassment, but was unbelievably frustrating at the same time with someone going to town on my ass. Even as the stranger plowing me began to slam their hips into me with every thrust they gave I was firmly secured in place. It was surprising how well done this whole set up was.

Unsurprisingly at the rate he was going, this person using me didn't last all that long. His pumping coming to an inevitable stop, finally pulling out, but not before giving my ass a slap. I had hoped that would be the end of it, but as if on que, and of course without warning, I was penetrated by a larger cock that seemed eager to pick up right where my previous suitor had left off, each of his thrusts slamming into my pelvis hard and making my own bound cock strain just a little bit more.

I couldn't imagine how this could get much worse... then the lights clicked off...

* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~epilogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *

It had been a while since he was "Installed" at the bar. How long was hard to say. The bathroom had no windows and the lights were on a 15 minute timer so he really didn't have much reference for how much time had passed. Weeks? Months? Not a clue. It didn't stop him from thinking about it though. It was the only distraction he had from the horse currently blasting a torrent of piss down his throat. The amount this guy had in him was a good indicator that it was dollar beer night though, so... Wednesday. God he hated dollar beer night. The dog himself already felt full, his own bladder straining against the firm metal rod that was locked into place with his chastity cage. It would be at least another couple hours before they close up for the night and the poor hound could have that blockage removed to allow him to relieve himself, assuming someone remembers this time. If they had cared about him they would let him go a few times a night given how much he had to process but the fact that he was even here in the first place showed they didn't care.

When the horse had finally finished he stepped out of view as he tucked his massive length back into his jeans. Not bothering to wash his hands as he left the restroom, the canine thought to himself. Hopefully the horse wouldn't find the backroom where his lower half was. He certainly wouldn't want to take that monster of a dick. Its not like he exactly had a say in the matter though. He didn't even know who was currently plowing his lower half, but he was grateful they were being gentle for the most part.

With the horse gone the next in line stepped up to relieve himself, a coyote, the dog noticed... Wait. He knew this coyote. His eyes widened as he realized the canid currently pulling his dick out above him was Ben! Or- Steven? The bastard that left him here with no money and a bartab he couldn't pay. The bastard that got him stuck in this fucking wall, drinking piss and getting railed for 8 hours a night! His brows raised in anger, his lips curled back to bare his teeth at the coyote and faint, breathy growl, if you could even call it that, escaping the dogs throat. The coyote was looking at his phone as he moved in closer, blindly unbuckling the front of his pants when he noticed the urinal in front of him had a less than friendly demeanor. I mean, anyone stuck getting used as a urinal wouldn't be thrilled with it, but this dog looked PISSED, no pun intended.

"...Wait a second, don't I know you?" He asked, stopping before he could pull his dick through his boxers. "Fuck, yeah, I do!" He said, looking down at the dog with a ponderous look.

"Dude, piss or leave theres a line!" A voice barked from out of the dogs view.

"Alright alright, fuck." The coyote replied, finally pulling his dick out and starting to pee into the still very angry looking canines mouth. You know, I heard this place had a fuck hole in the backroom but I didn't expect it to be you." He commented, mostly to himself as he transferred 4 beers and 2 shots straight from his bladder to the dogs open mouth. "Now what the hell was your name?" He asked, mostly to himself...

Of course, he didn't get an answer, and eventually his bladder was empty. The coyote giving a satisfied sigh of relief. "I guess it doesn't really matter right? It was fun catching up with you, whatever your name was. I'll see you on the other side~" He finished, leaving the dog snarling as a tiger stepped up, unzipping his fly...

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