Duke's Unpaid Dues

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Duke owes a certain pair of foxes a sum of cash. When he cannot provide the funds, the pair decide to get their payment in another form.

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"He should be around here somewhere."

Cruising together were Nick and Finnick, riding in the fennec's van through the shadier part of Zootopia. The two of them were on the hunt for someone. The fennec had started searching himself the day before but the trail had gone cold. But Nick had a day off and joined his old friend in the search. In truth, the red fox was just enjoying the slow drive along the city streets. He sat back comfortably in the passenger seat but did keep his eyes out for that certain someone.

"Think he's on the other side of town?" Nick dared to ask, hearing the fennec growl in response. The van had been driving around for nearly an hour now. While Nick was just enjoying his day off the other vulpine was determined to find their target. He couldn't blame him for it though, seeing that it had been about 4 months since the deal was made between them. If there was one thing that Finnick took seriously, it was dealings that involved money. Especially his own money...

Nick yawned, eyes trailing along the usual cityscape, seeing nothing out of the ordinary from the right hand side of the van. Suddenly the vehicle lurched and the red fox looked over to see Finnick leaned closer to the wheel, gripping it tight in his balled paws. "D-did you find him?" Nick asked despite the answer being clear. And the only response given were some nods and a devious grin that spread across the fennec's muzzle. He pushed down on the pedal, chasing down their target that squealed and ran for his life.

"Try not to run him over," Nick said, his voice being calm despite the reckless driving that made the van swerve this way and then that way. He was used to this and continued to sit back while Finnick came all the closer to their target but they dashed into the nearest alley. But Finnick was able to make the van turn sharply, rolling down the alley as well. Luckily for the foxes, it was a dead end and their target had nowhere else for him to go.

The van was stopped and they wasted no time in hopping out of the van, both chuckling as they saw none other than Duke Weaselton standing at the end of the alley, looking pretty shaken. He had been scrambling to get away from the van, first because he recognized the detailing and knew what they would want from him. But the van didn't stop like he expected, instead the engine rumbled and the vehicle was racing towards him.

But now Duke didn't know what was scarier; almost being mowed down or facing down the pair of foxes. One was a cop and the other had a notorious reputation for breaking kneecaps with a baseball bat. He backed away as they approached but there was only so much room left before he was backed up against a pile of random junk. On all sides were flat brick walls that were too high to climb, meaning he was trapped with them...

Being at the end of his rope, Duke had no other choice. "Fellas! I was just thinking about the two of you!"

"That's hard to believe, seeing how you ran your little ass off," Finnick said, chuckling a bit.

"Well, getting chased down with a van will do that to ya!" Duke countered. "But I understand, after all it's been a while since we've talked..."

"Come on, Duke. Let's just cut to the chase," Nick said, crossing his arms. "Do you have it or not?"

"It? Sorry, but my memory's not what it used to be. You'll have to be more-"

"The money, Duke!" Nick snapped, having lost his own patience. It was all too easy for him to reach ahead and snatch the weasel up by the back of his tank top. Finnick chuckled when seeing this. It told him that the red fox, despite playing oh-so-carefree for a while now, had just as much stake in their latest dealing with Duke. And the weasel beating around the bush really did the trick.

"Okay, okay! L-look, look... I got some other guys I had to pay back so I don't exactly have your money yet-"

Nick just rolled his eyes, "Finnick. Feel like some batting practice?"

Finnick nodded while chuckling darkly. He turned tail and walked towards his van while Duke cried out and squirmed with all of his might but Nick held him firm, leaving him to dangle just off the ground. It was clear that he was now dealing with the serious side of the red fox, the side that wanted his money... And when the fennec came back, there was that baseball bat of his. It was held in his paw but the end was dragged against the ground, making an ominous scraping noise. He knew that Finnick was stronger than what his stature presented and that the foxes were serious about their threats. This was a shady back alley deal after all and with Nick being a cop, anything done to him could easily be covered up...

"I don't have the money! Just give me some more time. Fuck's sake, I'll do anything!" Duke pleaded as Finnick began to properly grip and lift the bat.

"Anything?" Finnick repeated.

Seeing the chance to literally save his kneecaps, Duke nodded frantically with a relieved smile on his face. Finnick motioned for Nick to put the wiesel down and the bigger fox did so. Now on his feet, Duke was still being stared down by the vulpines. Even more than before he was left at their mercy, left wondering what was in store for him as Finnick did a bit of pacing back and forth. The fennec wasn't opposed to going ahead with practicing his swing on the other small mammal but there was another way that he could pay them back...

"Still lifting that tail for 10 bucks?" the fennec asked, snickering a bit at the weasel's offended reaction.

"Yeah, so? Weasel's gotta make a living out here," Duke huffed, crossing his arms.

"Wait, your fee really sunk that low?" Nick asked. The last he heard, Duke was selling himself for about 40 bucks. Time must have been rough for the mustelid...

"Times are rough, okay?!" Duke snapped. "What does it matter anyway?"

"It matters because you're gonna give us 'the special' for free," Finnick said. "Or I can go ahead and make sure you're walking outta this alley with a limp."

Duke weighed his options and groaned in defeat. "Fine... Fine. Just make it quick, okay?"

Finnick just chuckled as he set the bat down. "Oh, we'll take as long as we want. And get our full money's worth."

Duke gulped but knew he was in no position to argue, having both foxes closing in on him from both sides. He could only hope the two of them would be gentle with him. Finnick suggested that Nick get Duke a bit more comfortable. He nodded towards some rope that was placed among the rest of the junk that was tossed into the alley's end. Nick nodded in response and reached out to gather some of it while Finnick was leading Duke back to the van, having taken his bat with him. The weasel knew better than to try and run. It wasn't likely that they would be so "merciful" if they managed to catch him again...

Finnick led him into the back of the van, and Nick returned with the rope. Closing the van's door to give the three of them some privacy. The red fox had Duke roughly pinned down while the fennec tied his arms back, leaving the weasel truly at their mercy. All the same, Duke did struggle a bit but nothing came from it.

"Alright. Now we can get to the good stuff," Finnick said, his deep voice having a tone of lustful excitement to it. "Time for ol' Dukey to start paying his dues..."

The weasel rolled his eyes but jumped a bit from the pair of hands that were pulling down his black and striped shorts. Just a simple tug got them off and some snickers could be heard from the reveal that Duke had been going commando the entire time, meaning he was primed and ready to provide "service" to whoever paid the fee.

"Not bad," Nick commented, placing his paws directly on the mustelid's rump. He traced along the curvature, finding it was rather attractive for someone his size. Cutting to the chase, one of his digits prodded the hole and found it was loose, allowing easy entry. Nick was surprised by how smoothly it sank inside of the other male, hearing Duke grunt a bit and feeling him squirm. Finnick saw it too and was already starting to tent his own shorts.

"Credit where it's due, you treat your paying customers right..." Nick further taunted, his voice smooth while his fingers continued feeling around inside of the weasel. The two digits were simply tracing back and forth against the walls, making his motions simple and the pressure light to purposely tease the smaller mammal.

Duke was no stranger to being tied down and wasn't new to being used, either by those he owed or those lucky enough to get the jump on him. Those were just the ways of Zootopia's shady streets. But this was something that struck a new chord within him. Being in the back of Finnick's van, having his hands tied behind him while Nick was just...talking to him. Taunting while fingering him. And the touch itself, it had something a bit lacking to it. It took the weasel a full minute to realize how strange it was: wishing for the fingers to really give him something he could feel. Every drag and prod made inside of him was gentle and barely felt while slowly and carefully stretching and preparing his tailhole.

"Come on, Nicky. Have a heart. I'm dying down here," Duke complained, his erection being confined to his shorts, pinned in between his lower belly and the van's floor.

"Well, it's not supposed to be fun for you," Nick responded with a chuckle. But lucky for the brown furred mammal, he was in the mood to take things a bit further. The two fingers that were knuckle deep inside were finally being pulled out, leaving a slightly stretched hole to wink from their absence. Duke couldn't fight a small sound that just suddenly slipped out of him, looking annoyed with Finnick snickered again.

"But it'll be plenty fun for us," Finnick said, looking over at Nick. The bigger vulpine had a certain look in his eye. When their gazes met, the two communicated without words and suddenly the fennec was grinning just like before, pulling his shorts and underwear down as Nick moved in. His hands were groping Duke's ass just like before, kneading them a bit before spreading both cheeks. Doing this exposed the soft pink hole that was often sold to anyone willing to pay the fee...

Nick eased himself in closer, sliding his body down. In this new position, the fox's muzzle was hovering right over the smaller male's rump. And feeling the warm breath sent a shiver down the street dweller's spine. It was easy to guess what would happen next but the sudden contact still caught him completely off guard. Nick's muzzle was suddenly nestled underneath his tail and his tongue pushed its way inside. The insertion was just as sudden, losing that gentleness that the fingers had given him before. The thicker and wet muscle slid smoothly inside, already grinding against the walls.

Duke grit his teeth. Usually he would enjoy himself a bit with a customer but he didn't want to give the two of them that kind of satisfaction. But it was easier said than done when it came to resisting the feelings. Nick's tongue was lengthy as well, slinking deep into his ass while swiping at the soft walls that twitched in reaction to the touch. This time the contact was very much felt, leaving a trail of warm saliva behind. The rimming was smooth, each lick being followed by the other and Nick was touching just about every spot inside of them, leaving more and more of his insides coated in a layer of heated makeshift lubrication.

"F-Fuck!" Duke finally groaned. He couldn't deny the pleasure that he felt. Nick's tongue was still going despite his ass feeling slicked up now. The realization came that the red fox was doing this for his own enjoyment. For someone like Duke, rimming was always brief. Just a means to get his ass wet so the customer's cock could be jammed inside without much issue. He couldn't remember the last time he was rimmed for this long and now he was hoping it would last for a bit longer...

Finnick had undressed from the waist down, stroking his knotted length slowly. His big ears picked up all the small sounds of Nick's tongue dragging against the hole's lining and even the small sucks that was given to the already spread rim. And of course there were the now unrestrained moans that came from the previously reluctant weasel. From Duke came the pleasured gasps and moans, carrying a pitch that made it quite clear how good it was for him. The fennec was willing to wait for once, enjoying the sights and sounds before him. His length was twitching a bit, a bead of precum having formed at the end, drooling down his underside.

When Nick finally eased back, his muzzle was a bit wet with his own saliva. He had been clearly enjoying himself, his tongue still lolling a bit. The red furred mammal winked at Finnick when their eyes met and he simply shifted his body to the side so he could catch his breath. He put a lot into rimming the other male, finding a fulfillment in the act despite the pleasure being one sided. And now it was Finnick's turn to take advantage of his actions, having left a perfectly spread and spit-soaked tailhole behind for the other fox.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself," Finnick said while getting behind the slightly bigger mammal. "Cause I don't give a shit about how it feels for you."

His words were made good on by Finnick roughly slamming both paws to Duke's ass. When squeezing down on the mounds his claws dug into the tender skin underneath the fur a bit. This made the mustelid hiss but it was yet another experience he was experienced with, another thing that came from the job. While having his backside roughly groped, he could also feel something prodding directly at his hole. It wasn't hard for him to figure out what that was, feeling another wash of warmth on his rim from the precum being smeared onto it.

A shocked gasp came when it was being pushed inside, shoved in rather abruptly with surprising strength. Given the fennec's size, Duke underestimated him somewhat. Being able to swing a bat hard was one thing, but the sand colored fox's stature made it safe to assume he wasn't packing much down there. But Duke quickly realized that he was mistaken. Nick was still keeping some weight on his back, enough to keep him down so he wasn't able to look back. But he could certainly feel the heft meat that was being pushed into him.

Finnick was grunting while sinking all of himself inside, doing so with one rough thrust after the other. His street reputation wasn't the only source of his pride. For someone his size, the desert fox was certainly packing between his legs. His sheath packed something nearly bigger than Nick's own cock, something he wasn't shy about bringing up when he and the other fox were looking to share someone for a night. But Duke had clearly figured this out, letting out a strained noise from having his hole both spread and filled when the last rough push came, slamming the knot against the stretched rim.

"Is it too much to take?" Finnick asked, feeling rather smug from leaving the weasel groaning out from the flesh simply sitting inside of him. He didn't get a response, just the continued sounds of Duke trying to adjust to the entry. It had stretched his rim even wider and struck sensitive spots within him with unexpected force. And with it just sitting in place, those feelings still lingered. It had only been a few seconds but felt much longer for him and Finnick wasn't willing to wait for him to adjust, making the first tug back that quickly became another strong thrust forwards, pushing his cock deep inside of the snug hole once more.

Having a good hold on the other male's backside, Finnick began to rock his hips. His cock was tugged and pushed along, penetrating the weasel in a steady manner. Duke was back to letting sounds of pleasure slip out of his muzzle. His body was being rocked a bit, rubbing his length against the van's soft carpeting. He had taken bigger males before but having expected something else made him put his guard down. And even after a full minute, he was finding it hard to adjust to the fennec's thrusting. Just as he was gaining his bearings, another rough push came that struck another sweet spot, making his body shake and his voice raise.

"Weren't you supposed to be not enjoying this?" Finnick taunted. "Here you are. All tied down, being fucked in the ass while moaning out for more. Are you this good with the ones that pay?"

"S-screw you..!" Duke huffed, straining against the ropes even though he knew it was a useless effort. Now his pride was hurt. Sure, he lifted his tail for a couple bucks but that didn't make him some trick just begging for it. But he still couldn't help but make some noise from another pound that struck deep, now streaking his insides with warm precum, being even slicker than Nick's saliva.

"Could have just paid what you owe. But you chose to do it the hard way..." Finnick recalled, tracing his right hand up Duke's asscheek until it reached and roughly gripped the weasel's tail. It was snatched then roughly tugged as he made another sudden thrust, being even harder than the ones made before. "And fuck am I glad you did. Who knew a tight ass like this was always so close by?"

It was extra lucky for Duke that Finnick had gone a little while without some tail. Now Finnick was riled up and looking to take those pent up feelings out on the soft hole that remained tightly wrapped around his cock. The pace of his rolling hips picked up a bit and he bit his lip from the increased pleasure this brought. Finnick looked over, sharing a grin with Nick. Just like he had before, the bigger fox was slowly stroking himself to the sight, his cock dripping clear fluids that were collected and smeared over the surface.

Nick could see the mess that Duke had made. His cock was smeared with its own precum and even more was still dribbling out, making a wet spot in the van's carpeting. Luckily the material was easy to clean, given that Finnick did most of his fucking in the back of the vehicle. He also enjoyed watching his friend's impressive shaft pumping in and out, disappearing and coming into view in time with the hips' movements. Now Duke's moans were joined with Finnick's deep grunts and the smack of his lower half crashing into the weasel's rump. In fact, the strong thrusts were just enough to rock the van somewhat and anyone walking by could take notice and come to their own conclusion about what was going on inside.

"You still haven't convinced me that you're not enjoying this. Go ahead, tell me that you're not loving my...big...thick cock reaching into your guts," Finnick further taunted, his voice getting even lower than before. He was clearly enjoying himself in more ways than one and Nick found his own amusement, wanting to see how the tied up male would respond.

"Ugh! Will you just shut the fuck up and fuck me already?" Duke snapped, admitting both his frustration and true desire all at once. Duke could be heard panting right after his words, his breathing being laced with audible pleasure. If the mess of precum just underneath him wasn't enough, the sound was another clue-in to how Duke was experiencing the treatment.

With the desire made clear, Finnick saw no need to spare Duke. Holding just a bit tighter, he began humping into Duke. His hips repeatedly smacked into the weasel, over and over again. It would have been easy to mistake the small fox for a bunny in rut, vigorously thrusting into his partner to the point that his hips were just short of being a blur of motion. From this, the noises from Duke had gotten even louder, him crying out from his prostate and other sweet spots being hit hard continually. As much as the fennec enjoyed himself, he didn't want to attract unwanted attention to his van.

"Hey, Nick. See if you can shut him up some," Finnick directed, not taking his focus away from rocking his lower half.

Understanding what the desert fox meant, Nick eased his weight from Duke. It was safe to assume that the weasel wasn't going anywhere. The most he did was squirm some, arching his back when another extra sensitive spot was touched inside of him. Nick had to agree that Duke was making a little too much noise, enough to reach outside of the van's interior. So he intended to remedy that. He started by crawling around and settling himself down on the other side of Duke, their eyes meeting.

"I didn't bring any extra rope to tie up his muzzle but maybe I can gag him with something," Nick alluded, playing coy as he reached down to brandish his cock. It was a bit bigger than Finnick's and was a generous size as far as foxes were concerned. Drawing his tongue across his muzzle, the red vulpine reached down, shoving his fingers into the sides of Duke's mouth, keeping it pried open. With the hand that was still holding his shaft, Nick began to swing it up and down, playfully smacking it against Duke's face.

The weasel could feel the weight striking his face. Ropes of precum were flung from the tip, streaking his pelt in various spots. He was still moaning out from Finnick on the other end and Nick still had intentions of stopping the noise. But he just wanted to have a little fun beforehand... He pulled back with his hips a bit and swung his cock down, this time smacking the knotted rod down on the weasel's tongue directly. This gave the bound mustelid a taste for the cock and the precum that was again flung from the tip, a thick rope that painted a line over his taste buds.

Duke reacted to the flavor, finally closing his muzzle to really get a good taste of it. He soon opened his mouth and let his tongue roll out. The street dweller fell into the usual routine of servicing another male, awaiting more contact between his tongue and the fox's length. Another swing down of Nick's cock came down on Duke's tongue but it was kept there this time, and the bigger vulpine placed his paw on top of the weasel's head.

Having his fill with swinging his rod around, Nick let it sit on the other male's tongue. He made a slow push with his hips, grinding his shaft over the wet muscle. Duke was already wrapping his lips around the entering flesh while Nick joined Finnick in groaning from the pleasure.

"Trying to make me a regular customer?" Nick teased, feeling the weasel gently suckling on his cock. The weasel was still moaning but the sound was greatly reduced. Nick sunk his entire cock inside of the warm mouth and just like Finnick, he began to rock his lower half back and forth, humping the wet orifice at a slow and steady pace. He just enjoyed the feeling of his cock gliding against the soft lips and the underside rubbing over the tongue's texture. The pulsing was getting stronger and this milked out more drips and lines of precum from his tip.

From either side, the red fox and fennec were thrusting into a separate hole at their own separate paces. While keeping Duke's mouth full, Nick was watching his friend still humping away at the tight ass that kept him grunting and muttering. The fennec's expressions told how good it felt and how close he was getting. At this point, Finnick's head was tilted upwards and his tongue began lolling out, a look of complete bliss on his face as he began cumming inside of the still tight hole. His continued thrusts kept Duke's hole squeezing down on his throbbing cock, milking out his seed that coated those same walls. Around Nick's cock, Duke's muffled voice was slightly pitched from the sensation of being filled with seed, hearing Finnick huffing and snarling from the feeling. Nick watched as his friend unloaded into the other male, seeing Finnick come down from the sensation. With a deep sigh, he finally stopped thrusting and kept his cock deep inside of the snug passage.

"Fuck..." the fennec said, panting a bit. The orgasmic sensations were still lingering with him and he looked rather relaxed. When ready, he pulled his cock out. The messy slurp of his length easing from the hole could be heard by both vulpine and Finnick could see his own load already oozing out. He chuckled and smach Duke on the ass before looking up at Nick. "Got him all warmed up for you."

Nick chuckled and pulled his length free from Duke's mouth. The weasel could finally be heard panting, his mouth a bit sticky from the precum. Neither fox was on him and aside from having his hands still being tied, he had a chance of getting away. But he remained, twitching a bit from the feelings within himself. He was left without release and the carpet was teasing his cock just from shifting a bit. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself and the treatment. He remained while Nick had gotten behind, doing a bit of prodding before pushing himself inside.

The bigger fox mounted him, putting his weight down on Duke's back. He chuckled while beginning to thrust into the already used hole, taking advantage of the warm and slick cum that lubed the orifice. "Anything else to confess while I got you here?"

"Nice try, but I can't associate myself with a cop," Duke responded.

"Then it's a good thing I'm off duty!" Nick huffed, making a strong thrust that pushed his cock deep inside. He was just bigger than Finnick and that was enough to touch even more inside of the weasel. Another moan was forced out of the pinned male, enjoying the feeling of Nick inside of him. The pace was slower than before but the size made up for that. Each pump brought the wet smack of his sloppy hole being penetrated and the pleasure was rising for Duke, the tender spots within him being stroked and touched again and again.

"Almost forgot..." Nick said, reaching a paw forwards to push down on the weasel's muzzle, keeping his mouth shut while he just let the pleasure take hold. While he was slowly humping away, Finnick had collected himself and was currently rooting through the pocket of Duke's shorts. Despite what the weasel claimed, it wasn't hard to find the bills that were stored in the back pocket. Flipping through them, Finnick counted that it was just short of paying them both back. But he supposed him taking their cocks made up the difference. Duke hadn't noticed, even when Finnick came back, standing just in front of him. He looked up to see the money in the fennec's hands and gasped, his eyes going wide.

"Look at what I found," Finnick chuckled, waving the bills in front of his face like a fan. "Turns out ol' Dukey here was fucking lying. So stop being so damn nice!"

Nick understood the situation and changed up his entire demeanor. The next thrust came hard and coming from a bigger fox, there was a lot more power put into it. Duke cried out from this, feeling the knot stretching out his hole a bit. Nick tugged back harshly and did it all over again. He had no qualms with treating the smaller roughly, especially for him trying to con them out of owed money. Now every thrust had an explicit purpose, bringing a bit of pain with all of the pleasure. But now Duke was back to making too much noise. Being quick to tackle the problem, Nick eased his body down, growling as he lunged his face ahead. He took the weasel's scruff into his mouth and held it firmly, being just short of digging his teeth into it.

"Aah! Fuck!!" Duke snarled, feeling the rush of pain and pleasure shooting through him. Between having the knot wedged in partially with each thrust and the fox's tugging at his scruff, the pain was becoming more pronounced, starting to override the pure pleasure that had been there before. His moans became groans and whines, that pain shooting from his front and back. Finnick placed the money in the glovebox and returned to the weasel, smirking while watching the other fox roughly fucking him.

"Thought you'd get out of here easy by keeping up busy? You must be fucking stupid to think you could outcon us," Finnick huffed. He actually felt offended that Duke had assumed he would get off that easily. Even a rookie hustler or street crawler would check the pockets. If anything it just showed that Duke wasn't taking them seriously or at least thought they were a joke now. He wasn't the only one. Ever since Nick joined the Z.P.D, many of their old connections suddenly assumed the duo were going soft. But the two of them were more than willing to prove them wrong. Plus it was pretty fun climbing back up to the top, showing why the fox duo weren't going anywhere.

Duke didn't respond to his words, too overwhelmed with Nick using him. But the look in his eyes told all the Finnick had suspected, making him chuckle and approach. As he did, the bigger fox eased up and gave the fennec the room to take on Duke from the other side. Keeping up with the way that he penetrated the weasel's ass, he shoved his cock into the weasel's mouth while he was still groaning out. He chuckled when realizing that his length had just been inside of the mustelid's ass, now his rough thrusts were grinding that onto the tongue, giving Duke a full taste of himself.

From both ends, Duke was being fucked but it was different than before. Nick refused to be forgotten. Though having removed the bite to Duke's scruff, he made another hard thrust that came with extra strength drawn from his hips. He growled and managed to slam his knot inside; the sudden stretching and pop in of the bulb caused Duke to scream out from the feeling, being filled more than he was prepared for. But it didn't end there, Nick wasn't done with him yet. A firm tug back forced the knot back out, bringing a messy splattered of Finnick's cum with it. The mess of seed helped greatly in knotfucking the scheming weasel. Nick didn't have any clever words for the smaller male, instead enjoying the feeling of his knot popping in and out. It had been a long time since he had done something like this and the rush of dominating someone else was more than enough motivation to keep going. As soon as the knot was pushed in, the bulb was pulled right back out.

The other end gave Duke no leeway either. Finnick had his body mounted over Duke's upper half, and he was already busy humping away at the weasel's mouth. He grunted and dug his claws into the same scruff, making it ache and sting from the bite marks left behind from Nick. Finnick's size made itself known once more. His mouth was wide around the pumping length. The same also made it rather easy for Finnick to reach into the tighter hold of the weasel's throat. It was unexpected and Duke ended up gagging hard on the invading flesh but couldn't force it out. When pulled out of his throat, another thrust came rather quickly, stuffing his windpipe all over again. The taste of cum and his own hole had been smeared all over his tongue as well.

The van was rocking much more than before and aside from Duke's muffled noises, the pants and grunts of the foxes were getting deeper. They were going hard and fast, slamming their knots against Duke's lips and ass. Nick continued thrusting his inside before pulling it back out. He shuddered and grit his fangs, feeling his orgasm approaching. Despite it all, Duke remained tight around his cock and knot. The pleasure was immense and he shared a nod with Finnick. The other fox started out harshly fucking the weasel's face. The pace and tightness of Duke's throat was enough to get him close already as well. In between them, Duke was going back and forth; from the flashes of pain of having his hole still made to endure the knot, to the almost constant stuffing of his throat. It kept him gagging, made his throat stretch much too quickly, and it was hard to breathe around the girth as well.

At about the same time, Nick made the final slam of his hips that pushed his knot inside. It was kept there as he snarled and finally pumped another load inside of Duke. He made small humps, grinding the bulb against the hot and slick walls that were clenching down hard on him. In the haze of his orgasm, Nick didn't notice that Duke had cum as well, shooting strings of his seed onto the floor. Duke could hardly enjoy his orgasm, still having his throat assaulted by Finnick's cock, feeling the pulses getting stronger and the strings of pre that clung deep down. It took a bit longer for Finnick to blow his load but when he did, the fennec made a point of knotting the weasel's mouth as well, drowning out Duke discomforted sounds with a long winded groan of his own. And his second load nearly flooded Duke's windpipe, forcing him to gulp down the seed. The warm gooey stuff didn't help the soreness of his throat and just one swallow wasn't enough to keep up with the volleys of seed that kept gushing from Finnick's tip. Nick was still cumming as well, milking out as much as he could from humping his knot against his squeezing ass...

"So we understand each other now?" Finnick asked. Duke nodded in response, his throat too sore to talk. "Good. And remember: we let you off easy." Finnick practically shoved the weasel out of his van and Duke took the chance to scramble away. Anyone else would have steered clear of the foxes after such an experience. But the weasel couldn't resist how generously they paid. And Finnick knew full well that Duke would eventually return to borrow more money from them. A part of him hoped the weasel didn't learn his lesson. After all, he was a pretty good slut-for-pay.