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"Are you sure that you're comfortable with this?"

"Pfft... please. Do you even know who you're talking to?"

There were plenty of people in the world who worried that eventually, the moral fabric of society would break down, to the point that people would openly have sex in the streets, rape, loot and pillage as they pleased, and forget how to take any of the beautiful gifts of life seriously.

Naturally, that never came to fruition, but as the years passed by and time moved across the 21st century, the world was certainly undergoing a second sexual revolution. With the wider acceptance of the LGBT community, something that surprisingly led to an increased acceptance of sexually aggressive, straight males, the world was starting to look at sex as something less to be feared, and something more to be embraced. Whether it was in public or in private, the world was learning that the less you feared something, the more you could appreciate and enjoy it.

One constant through all of this was the longstanding existence of the United States, and its love of football...a platform that had become an outlet for public acceptance. Each year, more players came out of the closet to reduced fanfare, to the point that it was hardly even noticed anymore. People simply accepted that there were homosexual players in the NFFL, and that widespread acceptance was creating a safer, happier world for everyone to enjoy.

Much to the delight of these players, there was another player, one who wasn't of the homosexual persuasion, who was taking full advantage of the sexual revolution.

"I get it. You practice naked most of the time. You even play naked sometimes, but...this is a TV commercial. This isn't the kind of thing that just goes away after a couple days, y'know."

Tall as an oak tree, built like a refrigerator and always wearing a devious grin, Jon Sanders was one of the most admirable players in the NFFL, not just for his incredible abilities and record setting seasons at wide receiver, but for the way that he took the sexual revolution right to the forefront of society. Sunday morning still belonged to the great sport of football, and as such, not a Sunday went by when Jon wasn't in the spotlight somehow.

He'd become famous for his acrobatic, one-handed catches and his blinding speed, while running crisp, pinpoint routes.

He stayed famous because of his unusual choice of attire.

"You say that as if I'm not out there every Sunday, doing the same thing I'd be doing on this commercial for all of thirty seconds...that's a whole lot shorter than three hours, pal."

It seemed to be par for the course that any athlete in the world was due to have an endorsement deal when they became popular enough, and in the 1990's, there was no doubt that a player not only wouldn't have been popular for skimping on their pads, but likely, they wouldn't have even been allowed to play.

Since day one, Jon Sanders never wore more than a jockstrap around his lower half. He felt that football pants were too restricting around his body, and even the jockstrap was a little bit too much for him. The famous game that he trotted out onto the field half naked, coined by broadcasters everywhere as the "Rudderbowl," shattered previous television viewing records when Jon caught an impressive ten catches for 170 yards and three touchdowns...all with his manhood bouncing around freely.

Shockingly enough, the excessive nudity didn't stop the other players from trying to stop him; they were giving it their all to try and tackle him and take him down by any means necessary, and yet, his exceptional skills set him up with one of the best performances in recent history, all while showing that being a sex symbol and a star athlete hadn't gone completely out of style, just yet.

"Listen, Jon, I get it. You've got all of the confidence of...well, frankly, of a professional football player. I'm just saying, being behind the camera for a commercial is a little different!" The discussion raged on, as the floor director for the commercial was trying to get it across to Jon that he was dead serious about the commercial being a success. "Sex sells, and I need you to bring every ounce of that same bravado to the shoot today!"

Licking one of the long, unusual fangs that hung down from his muzzle, Jon couldn't keep the grin off of his face. "Your entire shooting staff, men and women alike, have been ogling me since I set paw on the stage, Rex. If I turn it up any higher, you're gonna be shooting a porno...not a commercial."

"Heeeeeey, don't talk down about porno! That's the business I came from!"

Jon snickered at Rex. A short, skinny cat with an untamed coat of speckled white and gray fur, Rex Hudlin was one of the most famous names in pornographic material. He was supposedly trying to get away from his roots to do classier, more sophisticated work...

...And yet, Jon was standing in front of a green screen with nothing but a set of shoulder pads on his upper body. His cock was hanging freely between his thighs, and though he was already staring patiently at the camera, it seemed that something about him still wasn't quite right.

"...Can we get him a fluffer? I think he needs to be...I dunno. About half an inch bigger."

At first, Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing, but quick as could be, a female with a clipboard bounded forward and nodded. "I'd be h-honored to, if...if Mr. Sanders would let me..."

A cute, bordering on unfairly adorable red panda with locks of brilliant white hair, Jenny Tiggs had only been working for NBFC for a couple of months, and was still in "intern" mode. She was willing to take on any job if it meant that she'd get ahead in the company...and this one in particular, she was rather eager to take.

"I didn't figure you'd want me hard for this shoot, Rex."

"I don't want you getting hard, Jon. I just want you to have a big chub! The waterdog, yanno what I mean?" Rex asked, as he helped Jenny down to her knees...but not in front of Jon, as he expected. Instead, he set her down right behind his tail, and gave it a quick lift for her, and though some women might have reservations about it...Jenny went right to work, pressing the end of her muzzle into Jon's asshole and rubbing the smooth, gentle flesh of her nose upon it. "You just relax and let Jenny here do all the work, Jon. She used to work for me out in Nevada...she...uh...she knows what she's doing. Let's just say that."

Jon couldn't keep from laughing at first, just hearing the term "waterdog" used in a sentence like that, but his laughter was quickly cut short. Jenny definitely wasn't an amateur, and what started as nothing more than a sweet little red panda nosing and sniffing under his tail was quickly turning into something much more sensual. She was a tease as much as she was anything, and Jon was sure that he could feel her lips grinning against the flesh of his rump before the very tip of her tongue slipped forth and poked against his hidden pucker.

"Ooooh...damn... if you d-don't want me getting hard, Rex...y-you better tell her to s-stop!" Jon protested, though he was quick to realize that Jenny wasn't going to halt her advances any time soon. In fact, she used her paws to pull her hair back and tie it off into a ponytail, keeping it out of the way of her busywork as the flat of her tongue smoothed over Jon's asshole, leaving a thin, shimmering layer of her saliva upon it. It was delightfully warm, all until she took in a breath, and let the cool, breezy air tickle across the warmth of her own spittle, leaving Jon's knees to buckle, and his already impressive length to grow.

He had no idea that the cameras were already recording, capturing the extra footage for a more sinister purpose later on, but...they did still have a commercial to shoot.

"Little more, Jenny...little more... there we go, he's perfect!" Rex called out. He started running around the room and pointing at cameras, hinting at an upbeat, if not somewhat skittish nature as he pointed to everyone in the camera crew. "Places everyone, places! He's right where I want him, and we only get one shot at this before Jenny takes him too far!"

"S-she's still in the shot!" Jon pointed out, able to feel his lower lip trembling as her own lips playfully suckled at the taut, firm flesh around his back door.

"Don't worry about that, Johnny Boy! We'll edit that out in post!" Rex suggested, as he grabbed a prop and ran back onto the stage, in front of the green screen. "Here. Remember your lines, and put on your best confident face! No one is gonna wanna eat our product if you don't look like you're the master of your domain!"

Jon knew that his expression was twisted up in a mess of unexpected pleasure, and he could hear Jenny giggling against his tail as her tongue began to probe the very first inch of itself into his asshole. Her pawtips refused to remain idle, as she dribbled a tiny bit of saliva upon them and pressed a pair up to his anus, just under the advance of her tongue, seeing how much he could take on such little preparation.

It was a struggle at the very least, but Jon managed to put the best arrogant smirk that he could upon his lips, stare down the camera like a predator upon a captured prey, and wrap the prop around his member, just as he'd been instructed in the script.

It was a hot dog bun. Jon Sanders was advertising for Big Beef Franks, a company that was aware, perhaps more than any other food related company in the states, that sex sold anything you attached it to, and hot dogs were simply ripe with parody and double meanings, ready to be plucked from the proverbial vine.

"We've only got this studio for a couple hours longer, and we've got two commercials to shoot, so let's try to get this thing down in one shot! Jon, you fuck that camera with your eyes and don't look away for a damn thing!"

A final change was made at the last second, as a stage hand slipped a football in under Jon's arm. He cradled it in the same way that he would as if he were running down the field with it, turned his captivating eyes onto the camera once more, and tried to ignore the slow drip of precum that spilling off of the end of his cock as Jenny brought him near to an orgasm using her tongue, and nothing more.

"Aaaaaaaaaand ACTION!"

Most athletes were at least a little awkward in front of the camera. On the football field, they might be in front of 80,000 fans, but they were 80,000 strangers that one could barely see. They tended to blend together into a wall of flesh, making it hard for any one face to stick out of the crowd and judge you. In a way, you were out in front of everyone, and somehow, it felt like no one was looking specifically at you.

In front of the camera, you were all alone, the star of the show, and had no one else to distract from the moment. Some athletes lost their personality in the moment...but Jon embraced his own, nearly to a fault.

"Running up and down the field every Sunday builds up a big appetite," Jon said, remembering his lines without missing a beat. "So when I'm home and putting dogs on the grill, I only reach for the biggest, tastiest franks that money can buy."

Jon rested the hot dog bun under his member and left it to sit there, hanging just over the edge of the bun and dripping precum onto the floor of the stage. "So when you've got an NFFL sized appetite, reach for Big Beef Franks...the only hot dog that's almost as thick as me; Jon Sanders."

There was a weird disconnect in trying to be sexy for a camera, something that kept Jon smiling, perhaps a bit more gently than he normally would have. He was still grinning plenty wide for the camera, however, and the timing of his voice was right on point: fifteen seconds flat, just like the commercial was supposed to be.

" CUT! Jon, baby! Have you ever considered what you're going to do after football? You're a natural! I'd have jobs lined up for you all the way out the door!"

Rex Hudlin was described with a lot of words that were less than friendly, but his honesty was legendary, and though it perhaps lent to his being called a lot of inappropriate names, he didn't ever say anything he didn't mean. That kind of praise from a director of his stature was just the kind of boost that Jon needed to be distracted from Jenny, who wasn't paying even a tiny bit of attention to the commercial being filmed. Her low, pleasant moans were just quiet enough that Jon's ears could only faintly pick them up, and though he couldn't see it, he guessed that she might be fingering herself, on her knees, all while still licking his tailhole with an impressive vigor.

"L-long as it isn't p-porn," Jon managed to reply. There seemed to be no stopping Jenny (not that he truly wanted to,) and if not for the intervention of time constraints, Jon had no doubt that he would be spraying his load all over the stage in seconds.

"Well, I said I would never go back to that business, but...hey. Never say never, yanno? Sometimes that's just what you gotta do to put bread on the table."

Jon rolled his eyes slightly. "I'm making millions every year, and now I've got a commercial endorsement with this company...I don't think I'd need to be in porn any time soon."

"You might find out that you like it more than you realized!" Rex continued on, but he left it at that, seeing that Jon wasn't quite biting on the pitch. As much as Jon was happy and willing to flaunt his sexuality, he wasn't overly into the idea of being put on a stage where everything was fake. That was why he loved football so much: he could be himself, play the game that he loved, and express his sexuality in a way that was not only open to the world, but entirely real. No pornographic film would ever supply him with that kind of reality. "And...frankly, this next shoot might as well be a porno, so you'd better get used to having someone back there. Step off to the side of the stage and take five while we set up for the next shoot!"

Jenny actively whimpered, watching Jon take a step away from her kneeling figure. Tiny strands of saliva stretched and finally snapped as they tried to keep her muzzle joined to his flesh, and shamelessly, she gave her lips a quick, playful lick to capture any flavor that Jon's body might have left behind. She was just getting to the backside of his sack, and she loved the taut, firm feeling of his orbs dancing around upon her tongue as she juggled them, but it was a sensation she came to know for only a fleeting moment. Fishing her paw out of her panties and cleaning the tiny webs of wetness from it with her own tongue, Jenny hopped up from her knees and went back to real work, helping to move a dinner table out into the middle of the stage. No dishware was placed upon it, and it would have been left entirely bare if not for the tablecloth that was draped over it. A chair was set up on the other side of it, just in front of the green screen, and Jon watched curiously as they set up what looked like an ordinary dinner table.

"So...in this take I'm just sitting at the table, having a hot dog?" Jon asked, putting his chin in his paw for a moment and stroking it in thought. It was a complete and total turnaround from the previous commercial, but in his mind, that made sense; there were still plenty of people out there who didn't think the growing sexuality of the world was a good thing, and airing two different commercials would make Big Beef Franks seem to have a level of diversity that Jon questioned the authenticity of.

It wasn't the fact that Rex snickered that left Jon feeling unsettled. It was the fact that everyone around the stage was snickering, to the point that Rex was having trouble coming up with a proper response.

"Not exactly, kid. You're gonna be having a hot dog, just...not necessarily in the usual way. And you definitely won't be sitting down."

Jon couldn't tell from the distance that he stood, but the tablecloth was rather thick, hinting that it needed to be able to support something a lot heavier than a plate of food, and though he knew the nature of the first commercial was rather sexual, he had no idea just how much worse it was going to get.

"Oh, by the by...no pressure, but one of the executives from the Big Beef Franks Company is going to be in this second one. Just thought you should know."

There was a rather quick gulp from Jon as his ears flattened to the thought of such a high profile player being involved. Typically, figures of authority didn't much matter to him or intimidate him, but if he didn't perform well here, it could cost him his endorsement deal, and though he wasn't worried about running out of money anytime soon, he knew the nature of a brutal sport like football: he couldn't play forever, and once taxes had taken their toll on his earnings, he'd need something further down the road to keep money in his pockets. This endorsement deal was his golden ticket for an easy life after football, and screwing up in front of an executive of the company could spell the end of his deal.

It was luck; twisted, lustful luck, but luck all the same that the executive was just as sexual of a being as anyone else on the stage at the moment. He knew exactly what was coming in the second commercial, and he couldn't wait for his chance to get in front of the camera.

"Everyone, make way! Executive coming through! Do whatever the man says if you value your jobs!"

One of the lesser stage hands announced the arrival of the executive, who still didn't have a name to go by. Jon looked over with fearful eyes as a panda walked in from the door on the side of the stage and waved to everyone. For a high ranking member of an extremely well known company, he carried a very peaceful and friendly air about him, and there was something so soothing in his bright, blue eyes that Jon nearly forgot about how nervous he was.

A simple suit of navy with a light, lavender tie and black dress shoes completed the look of someone who knew what professionalism was all about, and clearly, though he was a friendly man, he was all business this afternoon. The white and black pattern of fur upon his ears turned and swung as he listened for any sort of rumbling about his presence, and grinned as he walked over to the table and took his seat. "Don't worry, everyone. No one's job is on the line today! I'm just here to shoot this commercial and get back to HQ, so let's get things underway, shall we? I understand we have quite the popular celebrity on our hands today!"

Everyone turned and cheered for Jon once again, who waved rather bashfully this time around. It felt silly to be announced a second time in the same shoot, but he stepped forward again, aided by a quick smack upon the rear from Jenny.

"You'll do great, Mr. Sanders. Treat the stage like your own personal football field and you'll nail this commercial."

"Thanks, Ms. Tiggs," Jon replied quickly, giving her a gentle wink. "If you'd ever like to get acquainted sometime without all of the cameras around..."

"I'll leave you my number after the shoot," Jenny replied, her voice as sharp as it was sweet. "But I'll have you know I do my best work when there's a camera around."

Sending the otter off with a quick wink, Jon could feel his cheeks filling with warmth. A cinder block could have picked up on Jenny's innuendo, and Jon wasn't nearly that dense.

The executive was already comfortable when Jon finally approached the table. His legs were crossed, and his large, fluffy paws were holding something that Jon would have expected to see in a food commercial: a hot dog. The friendly, playful air that the panda carried with him, however, was starting to fade behind a mist of sinister intentions, and though he didn't know exactly what to expect, Jon was getting the impression as Rex Hudlin gestured to the table.

"Hop on up, Jon. You're about to bring new meaning to the term 'receiver.'"

Jon groaned. "You did not just use that pun..."

"Sure did. Get your ass up here."

With a little help that he didn't need from a couple of eager stage hands, Jon climbed up on the table, and the executive gestured for him to turn around. It was all too obvious what was coming next for Jon, and yet, he was still in a state of disbelief as he lifted his tail in front of the panda, and immediately felt the pressure of a thick, hefty frank pressing at his asshole.

"Looks like someone already got you all warmed up for this one," the executive pointed out, able to see the remnants of Jenny's saliva dripping and sliding down the length of the hot dog as he pressed it a little further into Jon's waiting pucker. "That's what I call a dedicated employee..."

"She was a bit t-too eager," Jon winced as he felt the food item pressing into his body, having just enough firmness about it to hold together and penetrate the shaking otter. It was already difficult to keep his composure during the first shoot, and as Jon looked up at the camera, knowing there was a hot dog sticking partly out of his ass, just enough that the camera might be able to see it, he didn't think there was any way that he could keep a proper, confident face. "She wasn't really taking n-no for an answer..."

"That's just the kind of employees that Big Beef Frank Company hires, Jon. You'll find that they're very dedicated to getting a job done," the panda replied. "Are you about ready, then?"

"A-as I'll ever be," Jon grunted, as he could feel the added pressure against his inner walls getting that much worse. The camera was already rolling yet again, and he was none the wiser, even as Rex Hudlin leaned over the side of the front camera and yelled " ACTION!"

Jon didn't have any speaking lines given to him beforehand, and it only just then hit him as he grimaced in front of the camera and bit down on his lower lip, able to feel the executive pushing the hot dog even further in.

"So, Jon...it was awfully nice of you to stop by for dinner. Tell me; are you enjoying your first Big Beef Frank?"

It was to be entirely ad-libbed, and though Jon wasn't ready for it, the pressure of keeping the endorsement alive was weighing heavily on his mind. He had to come up with something."I-it's awfully big...definitely m-more than a mouthful..."

"I'm surprised you've been able to take it so easily, really. After all, we provide the juiciest, thickest dogs on the market." The length was pushed in until the panda rested his paw against Jon's rump, only to slowly draw it back out, watching the saliva spread across the misused food item with the teasingly slow pass. "The only dogs as thick as the legendary Jon Sanders...isn't that right?"

"Oh, they're thick. They're t-too much!" Jon called out, able to feel a tiny speckle of drool trailing down through the cracks upon one of his large, exposed fangs. "D-do you think you're up t-to the the challenge?"

"You heard it here first, America. The great Jon Sanders is calling you out...think you can handle a Big Beef Frank?"

Jon didn't have any kind of a response to that, and it was a massive relief to hear Rex yell "And CUT!" as the camera finally powered down. "That's a wrap, people! I think we're gonna blow the competition out of the water with this one!"

"Hmmph. Waste of a perfectly good hot dog," the executive muttered, as he tossed it into a garbage can on the side of the stage and stood up. "Well, that's about the height of my day, then! Thanks so much for joining the team, Jon. Really great to finally meet you in person. We'll have to hang out after a game, one of these days!"

The panda patted Jon on the back at the otter tried to adjust his asshole to the subtle emptiness it now felt. He stood up to offer the executive a shake of the paw, but he was already on his way out the door, and seemed to be in a terrible rush.

In fact, the entire stage was a scene of hustle and bustle as soon as the commercial was over. It was the part of show business that no one talked about; rapid set-up and take-down, with little to no emotion shown...

...Except from Jenny Tiggs.

"So," she whispered, as she dipped a single pawtip, still slick with her own juices and saliva, right along the crest of his tail, "Just how did you get that crack in your fang, anyway?"

Jon jumped slightly, but he came to settle when he looked down and saw Jenny's brilliant orbs of amethyst glistening up at him. "It's...it's a really long story, Jenny."

The devious little pawtip slid into the curve of his rump and punctured his asshole, keeping Jon right where he was, for the moment.

"I've got all night."