Paid, and Payback
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Warning: The following contains scenes of cock vore, and mild implied violence outside of the act of yiffing. It also contains oral sex between two consenting adult males. It also contains anthropomorphic sex, otherwise you wouldn't be reading it. If any of the previous offends you or turns you off, you are free to click the 'back' button in your browser's upper left-hand corner. If it is illegal for you to be reading such materials, then turn back now. This was written by an adult for adults. You kids get Trix, so I feel this is a fair trade.
Paid, and Payback
By Declan Xavier
"To be honest, doc, when you said there was another bidder; I thought you were trying to screw me over."
The fox smiled back at the wolf as he pocketed the ring of keys, wrenching the door open and gesturing for him to start down the stairs. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's accused me of that, and probably won't be the last. It's a shame he backed out."
"Not for me," the wolf said, laughing, looking back over his shoulder at the doctor. "I wasn't about to pony up ten Gs for this."
The fox did not look amused at that, and the wolf turned back around so he didn't go head-first down the stairs.
"So, how'd you find him?" the wolf asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs, letting the doctor take the lead down the corridor. They were in some kind of abandoned industrial something or other, the wolf could tell that much. It looked kind of like a horror movie set, though, with rusty pipes, bare bulbs, and a concrete floor.
"Does it really matter, or are you just trying to make small talk, Mr. Jones?"
The wolf that had been calling himself Mr. Jones just shrugged. "Trying to make conversation, doc. This place gives me the willies."
"Yes, well, it's not supposed to be warm and inviting. Don't want others stick their noses where they don't belong." The fox turned a corner, coming to a giant metal door that looked like it belonged to a walk-in freezer. The wolf thought for a second that he had been tricked, until the doctor pulled on the door and went inside without waiting for the wolf.
"Some security system," Mr. Jones said sarcastically. "No keys, no code, just pull?"
"I can lock it from the inside, Mr. Jones. I assure you we will not be disturbed down here."
The wolf was right when he thought it was some kind of walk-in freezer, but the thermostat had been disabled. It was as warm in here as it was out in the hall. The racks had been removed, in fact, everything had. The floor was metal, probably better for keeping the temperature cool, with a few drains set in. The wolf's tail started wagging when he saw what he had paid for.
The bull was chained up to the far wall, naked, arms out and slightly above his head. Two IVs, one for each arm, went into his elbows. The one on his right was a clear liquid, probably nutrients. The one on his left was a milky white liquid, and it looked very familiar to the wolf. He had a respirator on, and his breathing and heartbeat were being monitored by a nearby machine. His pulse was slow, but he was still alive.
"I expected him to be...fatter," the wolf said. "You said you got a big one."
Dr. Vance crossed his arms over his chest. "Six feet, nine inches tall, nearly three-hundred pounds of muscle and a percentage of body fat that starts with the word 'point'. He's about as big as you're going to get. Besides, fat cells don't contain DNA. You wouldn't get any more use out of fat cells than you would out of the air in his lungs or the urine in his bladder."
"I'll take him."
The doctor smiled. "Good, you'll eat him here. I'm not moving him again, and you'll be hard-pressed to do it on your own."
The wolf turned. "Here? How do I know that whatever you're using to keep him down won't poison me?"
The doctor nodded solemnly, wagging his finger in that way that academics always did when they were about to educate some ignoramus. He stepped over to the bull, patting him on the left shoulder. "You remember when I asked you to provide a sample? That wasn't only to confirm your status as a G.I.G.A, but also to give me the means to keep him sedated. I was able to synthesize some of your natural narcotic from your semen into a blank analase. In layman's terms, I made more of your particular venom. It won't affect you, but it's sufficient to keep a big male like him senseless for hours."
The wolf bit his lip. He knew the doctor was right. There was no way he was going to keep the big guy down if the stuff wore off, and he didn't feel like hauling three-hundred pounds of beef to his car. Besides, it would be real damn hard to explain him away if he got pulled over. The wolf finally nodded, resigning himself to following the doctor's orders (for once in his life)
He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He never did. He was the kind of wolf that wanted to be ready for anything, anytime, anywhere. Just looking at the naked bull, and thinking about what he was about to do was enough to get him semi-hard. The pink tip of his erection had already started out of his sheath, drooling precum. It was hungry, wanting to be filled. He stripped off his shirt, deciding that if things got too messy, it would be better safe than sorry.
He wrapped a paw around his sheath, squeezing to get more of his erection out into the open. He started towards the bull while the doctor went the opposite direction, reaching into his pockets. The wolf thought he was reaching for the keys to the chains, that is until there was a sharp stinging in his exposed thigh. Looking down, the wolf saw a needle and syringe sticking out of his leg. He couldn't see what was inside, beside the fox's orange paw hid the contents as the doctor depressed the plunger.
"Hey, what's the big..." the wolf started to ask, but he felt his leg go numb. His world started spinning, and his tongue felt like it was three times too big for his mouth. He tried to cry out for help, but only managed to pitch forward to the ground, reaching for the bull that he had paid for. The chained creature didn't even look up as the wolf's vision went black.
*****
"...cause for concern. I probably just overestimated to the dosage. He should be fine," the wolf heard Dr. Vance say. He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurry. He couldn't make out anything but the glowing flourscents overhead, and they looked more like skylights
"I think he's awake now," a second voice, this one deep and booming chimed in. The wolf looked around, trying to move his arms. He found they were pinned to his side, but whatever the doctor had injected him with had prevented him from feeling what was being used. Probably more chains.
Dr. Vance's blurry face suddenly entered the wolf's field of vision, and the wolf struggled to hit the orange fuzz ball in front of him. All he managed to do was find out that his arms were stuck tight. He must have used a lot of chains.
"You're right, Mr. Smith," the doctor said, slapping the wolf hard across the muzzle. This helped clear his vision somewhat. The wolf looked around, trying to find the source of the second voice, but wasn't able to find him. He did find out that he was on his back, though, as the room was sideways.
"Counterfeit bills," Dr. Vance stated, causing the wolf to suddenly look at him, eyes wide with terror. "All this talk of thinking I was trying to screw you, and all this time, you were quite content to screw me."
"Wait, I can explain!" the wolf started to protest, struggling in his prison.
"No need," Dr. Vance cut him off, quickly. "All I want to know is if this is some kind of sting operation. I didn't find any wires or cameras in your personal belongings."
The wolf struggled harder, trying to free himself from whatever was binding him. Some feeling was returning to his arms, and he could tell it wasn't chains. "No, no sting, nothing like that, I'm not a cop."
The doctor smiled. It was a cruel, wicked smile. The wolf realized that he had just given the wrong answer, and now it was too late to retract it.
"Mr. Jones, I would like to introduce you to the second bidder, Mr. Smith."
The wolf looked down, following the doctor's gesture, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. The bull was free, standing naked and proud at the wolf's feet. Or, more precisely, he was standing with his legs spread, a portion of his penis lying on the ground, surrounding the rest of the wolf's body. The red cock pulsed with the bull's heartbeats, moving like a giant, hungry snake. It was halted at the wolf's neck, but that was enough to keep him bound.
The wolf stopped struggling, laying his head against the cold metal floor. "Please, please, let me go. I can pay."
The doctor shook his head. "No, no, Mr. Smith paid me money for you. Good money. Besides, I don't let a snake bite me twice. This is how I'm going to kill two birds with one stone."
The wolf grunted, his grunts turning into small laughs, and finally ending in full-on belly laughter. The doctor and the bull looked at each other, then finally back to the hysterical canine that was neck deep in cock.
"Nice scare, doc. Fine, that's fine, you want your money, fine. I swear I won't tell a soul, either. I do want to know how you managed to make it look so real. You probably spent more money trying to scare me than you would have gotten from me, either."
"What are you talking about?" the doctor asked, squatting by the wolf's head.
"This. It can't be real. I wouldn't be able to feel anything. Jesus, I thought doctors were supposed to be smart. You overlooked a major detail. Now let me out of this bag and I'll get your money."
The doctor's cruel, cold smile returned. "You think this is a hoax? This is a joke? I'm trying to scare you, am I?"
The cock jerked upwards, forcing the wolf to look straight up. The bull gave out a grunt of pleasure, and the wolf whimpered.
"Wouldn't it be far more likely that, instead of trying to frighten you, I am trying to punish you? As a doctor, I would have access to any number of drugs that would stop the narcotic effects that you are supposed to feel. They're called anti-opiates, and it is a small matter to key them into a particular G.I.G.A sufferer's particular poison. You're supposed to be numb, and drowsy, and not be able to feel a thing as you're turned into semen. Now, however..." the doctor produced an empty medicine bottle.
The wolf started to hyperventilate. The doctor couldn't be serious, he couldn't be right. What kind of sick fuck would do such a thing?! The wolf forced himself to calm down. If he panicked now, he was dead. He smiled. "Let me go, bull-boy," the wolf said. "Or you're going to have a hell of a time as I claw my way out of your balls."
It was the fox's turn to laugh. Dr. Vance slammed something down next to the medicine bottle, and the wolf's heart stopped. Inside, he saw ten bloody claws. "Going to be kind of hard without those," Dr. Vance said. The fox leaned over and licked the wolf's nose. "It's not really known if the consciousness survives the conversion, and if anything of the original personality is transferred upon impregnation, but if you do get born again, I hope you're not such an asshole in your next life."
The wolf was about to protest, when suddenly the cock lurched upwards again, and his vision went dark again. This time, though, he was still awake. The wolf tried to draw in a deep breath, but his world was now a wet, musky tunnel of flesh. The air was hot, and reeked of bull scent. It was pleasant, at least according to his loins, but panic started to set in as his chest began to burn. He struggled, knowing both that he couldn't do anything to escape the monster cock that was eating him, and that he was burning up his precious little oxygen, but his mind was not his own.
Outside, the bull gripped the base of his shaft as he felt the wolf struggling all the way down. He felt a few sharp kicks to his balls as the wolf's feet and knees came to that opening. He ran his hands over the wolf's shape, which was still squirming. The squirming felt good, and a river of precum oozed out of the bull's slit and over the wolf's form. The doctor watched in fascination as the specimen finally fell into the bull's scrotum.
There wasn't much room, but the wolf struggled as best he could, throwing his weight one way, and then another. He pushed against the flesh that bound him, even as he felt some kind of liquid start to rise above his ankles. He tried separating the flesh, spreading it apart with his hands. All was dark, there was no air, only the thick, choking musk that was getting thicker with each passing second. The wolf started coughing, his eyes starting to burn.
He could feel his struggles growing weaker and weaker as his hope for escape faded. His eyelids started to close despite him. The pool of liquid was up to his chest, and he could feel his legs tingle as they disappeared. It was an unpleasant tingling, as if he had tried walking on a foot that had fallen asleep. The pain went, though, as the nerves were dissolved. The pain crept slowly up his thighs, and he knew that there was nothing he could do. The wolf dropped his head, closing his eyes and passing out for the final time.
The client known as Mr. Smith bellowed out in pleasure as he felt the wolf being dissolved into sticky seed. The struggling in his scrotum, which hadn't been altogether unpleasant, finally dissipated before ceasing. In some ways, the struggling felt quite good. No victim had ever struggled so much before. Then again, no victim had been subjected to the doctor's brand of punishment before. Mr. Smith watched as his cock slowly resumed its natural size and shape, now dwarfed by the beanbag-sized balls he sported.
He reached down and rubbed lovingly along the slightly abused flesh of his orbs. He could still make out some of the definition of the wolf's upper body, though the lower body was completely converted. The bull stamped and snorted out his pleasure, almost willing the process slower so that the pleasure could be delayed. God knew when he would be able to do anything like this again. It was far too expensive, though the pleasure was worth it.
The bull's testicles slowly shrunk back to something close to their original size. They hung heavy with a wolf-sized load of cum, and the pressure was already starting to build. He would need to release soon, tonight if possible, or he wouldn't be able to sleep. There was still some business to conduct, however, with the good doctor.
Dr. Vance smiled up as his client. "Did you enjoy your meal?"
"Yeah, I just hope you're not expecting a tip. What's fifteen percent of eight grand?"
"Some large number," Dr. Vance shrugged, leaning back against the door. "No, no tip necessary. I'm happy to help, and to be helped in return."
"Seems a bit cruel to do that to him, not that I'm complaining."
Dr. Vance narrowed his eyes, and Mr. Smith got the message; the doctor didn't like being told how to handle his affairs. "So, I'm free to leave?"
The fox shook his head. "Two things before you go. First off, you know first-hand how I deal with people who try to screw me over, so let's keep our relationship civil at all times, and we shouldn't have a problem."
The bull nodded. "And the second thing?"
Out of all the things he was expecting, what happened next was not even on his list. The fox's hand darted out, grabbing the flagging erection before it could withdraw fully into its sheath. He began to stroke the slippery meat pole, wet squishing noises filling the room. The bull grunted as a surge of blood renewed the vigor in his cock, as well as increased the pressure in his sac. The doctor felt the penis in his hand swell back to the size he saw it before it started to devour the unconscious wolf.
Dr. Vance knelt, his hand cupping the velvety sac and cradling it gently. He smiled at what had once been the wolf, even though his logical brain had told him that there was nothing really of the wolf left inside by some free-floating genetic material. The fox licked the salty head of the shaft, tasting the pre that was still left on the tip. There was a pleasant tingling numbness that accompanied the taste. The new lubricant wouldn't have quite the dose of narcotic in it, since the cock didn't need to feed, but the old stuff still had a healthy dose of the anesthetic.
The bull grabbed onto the fox's shoulders as the canine took as much of the beef he could into his muzzle, his tongue running sloppily around the underside. His cheeks puffed out a little as the fox licked up and down the shaft, slowly bobbing his head. The entire experience didn't last long. The fox's blowjob was sloppy, mostly because his mouth and throat were numb and he was going off instinct. Still, the pleasure from the canine's tongue was enough to push the bull over the edge.
Dr. Vance's ears flattened against his skull as he heard the bull's climaxing bellow. He felt an increase in volume in his mouth, taking the tip out. White met orange as the doctor got a face full of bull cum before angling the erection downwards towards the industrial drain in the floor. A few powerful blasts splattered across the fox's clothing, but he didn't seem to notice. The bull was driven to his knees at the overwhelming pleasure, surge after surge of cum disappearing around the rusted grating and falling into the sewers below with wet plops.
Finally, the bull's orgasm abated, leaving him reeling. The entire experience had been extraordinary. It always was, and something he felt he would never tire of. The client looked at the doctor, questioning but grateful. The fox was busy removing his semen-stained shirt, using the back of it to wipe off his face.
"You always treat your clients this well?"
The fox smiled and shook his head, pointing to his mouth. He would explain, if it didn't feel like he had just taken a trip to the dentist. The bull just took it at that and stood up, walking over and starting to get dressed. The pressure was quite as intense, though he felt he hadn't fully discharged the wolf. He came out ahead on the deal after all.
The fox crawled over to the wolf's discarded clothing, starting to swap the clothing for the ones the bull had ruined. Buckling his belt, the bull turned and nodded to the doctor.
"I think we should leave separately," the bull said. "Just in case."
The fox nodded, rubbing his muzzle to try and work some feeling back into his face. His other hand was busy swapping possessions, like his wallet, from his old pants to his new jeans, which were ill-fitting but would serve their purpose.
"Well, thank you for everything doctor. I can't wait to schedule another appointment."
Mr. Smith tugged on the door handle, grunting at it refused to move. "Um, doc, I think you forgot to unlock the door."
"Oh, how silly of me," Dr. Vance said, standing and walking over. "Let me get that for you."
He reached into his pants pocket, fingers wrapping around another syringe of sedative.