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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

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Brad was an asshole and a womanizer, everyone whom knew Brad also knew he was proud of that fact. For a Pitbull he was exceptionally smart and talented, a multi-millionaire before he was thirty with his own successful company. A true self-made man and he never let anyone forget it, looking down on the less fortunate or even just those that asked for a helping hand. But more than anything, Brad was cheap and self-centered, despite a booming year with soaring profits, Brad declined the proposed salary increases for his employees. Instead Brad bought himself a yacht, the "Top Dog" would be well suited for an episode of The Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. As one would expect, this burned more than a few of his employee's asses and there were a multitude of mutterings about revenge on the top asshole. Employee morale dipped to an all-time low in the following weeks and months.

To make matters worse, Brad had also slept with a couple of his friends' wives and felt little shame for doing so. He might've gotten away with it too if the smug prick didn't upload the videos to his private InstaRam account and tagged other friends in their circle. Even going so far as to insinuate if they were man enough their women wouldn't have cheated when boasting to other mutual friends of theirs.

Brad's spirits were soaring, he was at an all-time high and felt like nothing could touch him or bring him down. Taking extended weekends on his yacht while his employees slaved away, or just coming and going without putting in a full days work now his company was a well-oiled machine and practically ran itself. Further adding fuel to the fire of his disgruntled employee's ire, the Pitbull either ignored or just didn't notice the daggers being stared at him every minute he was present.

As sometimes happens, Karma would be just around the corner just when Brad was feeling at the top of his game and living the high life. A chance encounter at a bar where a few of Brads employees happened to be drinking and bitching about their boss, when one booth over the two friends with whom Brad had slept with their wives were sharing condolences. As the alcohol flowed and the conversation got louder, ears would perk and recognition would spark between the two groups and soon they were sharing war stories about dear old Brad. The salt started flowing and tempers started rising, talk of revenge started up with a multitude of ideas but nothing concrete until someone muttered "Fuck that asshole" during a lull in conversation. A brief moment of silence passed before one of Brads friends got an idea, an evil grin spreading across his muzzle before he turned to the collective group and stated simply "Yeah, sure. Why don't we? He's fucked us enough times, why don't we fuck him?"

The rest of the night was spent planning their revenge, Brads two other mutual friends would take him out for dinner and drinks under the guise of celebrating his booming year. Meanwhile they'd Cosby him and hand him over to the disgruntled group of men and women. Contact info was shared and soon word spread to more than just their little table, many interested and slighted people began to chime in and sign up for their slice of revenge.

The plan went off without a hitch, dear old Brad accepted the invite to celebrate his success. How could he pass up an opportunity to be the center of attention and have his friends celebrate Big Bad Brad as he called himself. Even in this supposed cheerful celebration Brad couldn't help but leer at the young waitresses, groping any whom happened to wander within reach. What little doubts his friends had about going ahead with the plan soon vanished after watching his actions, apologizing to the waitresses and giving a knowing wink when they were told Brad was going to be "sorted out" later. A couple of drinks later and a seemingly drunk Brad was assisted out the bar being mostly carried by his friends as they pretended to take him home. Before their cab turned the first corner Brad was passed out and drooling in the back seat on his drive to the chosen spot, completely unaware of the fate which awaited him.

So it would come to pass that Brad would wake up with a pounding head and his hands cuffed under the padded bench he was laid back in. Looking down at himself he couldn't see beyond his waist as his lower half appeared to be sticking out somewhere else. As he tried to open his muzzle to talk, Brad found his lips seemed to be glued together and could do nothing but mumble and growl. Growl he did as he felt a hand starting to rub over his apparently bare crotch, groping at his sheath and balls almost pleasurably before he received a firm swat to his testicles that made his eyes water and a muffled howl of pain be caught behind sealed lips. But that was nothing compared to what came next, Brad felt his legs being lifted up high and wide, exposing his rear to something hot and hard poking under his tail. Shaking his head and trying to shout at the person to stop, but the only sound he made was a panicked grumble, not enough to stop what was coming. With tears in his eyes that hot hardness began pushing forward, forcing his virgin pucker wide as inch after inch slowly slid inside him. With agony Brad took his first cock ever, eyes screwed shut tight as he tried to buck his hips away from the intruder. But those arms gripping his legs just yanked him back down onto the invading cock as an unseen person claimed his anal virginity.

It was then he heard a familiar voice speaking with a low growl "How's that feel Brad, feel like a real mans dick to you? This is for fucking my wife...asshole. Look up, there's a camera recording your face. There's another one out here recording your ass taking dick like a bitch too. We're recording all of this Brad, if you think of trying to get even, you're going to be the number one gay pornstar with links to all your business profiles...so buckle up Princess, you're in for a long night. Oh and don't bother trying to scream for help, you really shouldn't have fucked a surgeons wife. That surgical glue will come off eventually, but for now it'd rip your lips off if you open that shithole you call a mouth."

Then it started, the rough thrusting and pounding, Brads eyes streaming tears as he lost his last virginity to someone he thought was his friend. With every other stroke of that shaft up his behind Brad tried to yelp, being humiliated as his former friend mocked him with saying things such as "I bet my wife didn't squeal as loud as you want to when you fucked her, not such a big man now, are you?" The rough fucking lasted for what seemed hours, but in reality it was barely a few minutes. Luckily for Brad his tight virgin ass was too much and he soon felt the warmth and shame of his friends seed spilling inside him. No sooner had he taken his first load of another mans cum up his ass did another cock take its place, with further mocking from another familiar voice "Damn, for such a big asshole I didn't expect him to be this tight..." The barbs indicating it was his friend Leo, the surgeon with whom he had slept with his wife as well. Fresh tears began to run down from the corners of Brads eyes as those barbs raked his delicate insides, making the bound mutt try and squirm away from it, but the claws digging deep into his thighs held him firmly in place to take his punishment. The staccato clapping of thighs against his behind beginning to be the only sound Brad could hear over the soft music out in the halfway, each clap followed by the ache of the barbs dragging back along his passage.

It wasn't all bad though, those that visited his stall that didn't know whom he was actually brought some embarrassing pleasure, though Brad was not sure if they were male or female. The feline sucking his cock was either a very skilled woman, or someone that had firsthand experience of what a cock enjoys. He was pretty sure it wasn't Leo though, otherwise he probably would've felt sharp teeth scratching his sensitive length. Try as he might, he couldn't hold back his climax, his muffled groan of pleasure barely audible as his hips bucked up into the unknown persons maw. His hips twitched with little bucks as the feline pulled their muzzle slowly up off his length, giving the overly sensitive underside of his cocktip a slow lick with their rough tongue that made Brad whine in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

At one point he felt what definitely was not a mouth or pussy on his cock, it was far too tight and dry to be either of those. But whomever was riding him then almost tortured poor Brad to tears with pleasure, making him cum twice while bouncing on his cock and playing with his balls. The person seemed to be in no rush either, riding the poor trapped mutt at an agonizingly slow pace, drawing out each climax to such a point that if Brad had been able to speak, he would've been begging for release. By the time that tight asshole was eventually slipped off his cock, his balls felt emptier than they had in years and Brad was pretty sure whomever it was would be walking around with a Jackson Pollock painting for a rear thanks to him.

In between the pleasurable spots Brad would hear voices muttering his name in the passage, soon to be followed by another round of abuse to his cock and balls, or just a rough fucking of his aching ass. But the biggest blow to his ego came when one particularly thick cock stuffed him so good it rubbed right against his prostate, making Brad sport the hardest erection of his life. He heard the laughter outside as the apparent group of people waiting in line pointed out the fact Brad had gotten hard from taking a big dick up the ass. Even worse was that after a few firm thrusts Brad felt his climax being forced out of him, gritting his teeth as he tried in vain to fight it off. Brad swore he could feel a medial ring pop into and out of him on every stroke, apparently he was being fucked by an equine of unknown origins. This thought alone made Brads eyes go wide in a mixture of shock and awe, here he was an Alpha male, a real ladies man, getting fucked by a horse and he was sporting wood on the verge of climax. In the end he lost, hearing the awed sounds from outside his stall as his cock lurched and fired off impressive spurts of semen high in the air, falling down to cascade over Brads thighs and belly as if he hadn't cum numerous times already that night. His shame burned hotly in his cheeks as he felt his own seed uselessly marking his thighs and belly, soon being joined by the equines load as with a few final rough bucks into Brads well fucked behind, he would finish as well. Brads ears perked as he heard an odd sound, someone was whining close by. Shaking his head to clear the daze, he realized it was he whom was whining like that as the horse began to pull free of the Pitbull's clenching behind with a lewd schlurp followed by the warmth of his deposit leaking out between Brads cheeks.

By the time the Hall finally closed and Brad was released, he was walking like a cowboy after a long ride as he waved down a taxi to get home. Brad couldn't make eye contact with the smirking driver whom could clearly smell all the scents of other males on him, tipping the driver generously for his silence as he scampered from the cab and practically bolted into his house to wash off the evidence of the evening.

In the office there were murmurs as there had been no sign of Brad for a few days since the "office party" as it was being called. But eventually his Ferrari was seen pulling into the parking lot, everyone waiting tensely to see what would transpire as not everyone had participated in the event.

A few of the top people that Brad had recognized the voices of were called in for a private meeting, a tense hush falling over the company as the doors to the meeting room remained closed for what seemed forever. In the end a surprise email was sent out to the staff that simply read "Thank you to all staff for the party, an annual increase of ten percent has been approved for all staff. An additional five percent has been allocated to all staff that attended the party. Hope to see you again next year...Love Brad."