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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "\tJake sat there in the tank top and skirt with the fume from on-stage still stuck on his face, even as Will furiously stubbed his cigar out in the ashtray. ``So what you?re telling me is that you?re becoming frustrated by things that you knew were going to happen to you when you decided to work here, and it?s now negatively impacting your performance? That...'' The raccoon placed his stogie on the table after he made sure it was completely put out, right on the napkin where he had left his finished highball of gin before one of his staff members came and removed it. ``That sounds like a you problem, Jake. And you know we already discussed what happens when you problems start to affect my business. We edge closer and closer to having to renegotiate our contract...''\n\n\tThe cat could not help but bristle, even if he knew who he was talking to. ``One of them grabbed my ass while I was getting off stage! The pole?s bad enough, I can barely work it without feeling like garbage, but what you?re suggesting I put up with is... it?s beyond the pale. I know I agreed to this when I was horny and wanted to get off, but... I have standards, you know? You have to leave me with at least a shred of dignity.''\n\n\t``Oh, I get it. It?s an attitude problem,'' the raccoon snickered as he leaned back and stared over the grey and black-striped cat. ``I think we can fix it.'' Jake immediately tensed up. Never good when a mob boss started to talk about fixing someone?s attitude, was it? ``Relax, Jake. You?re not in trouble. In fact, you?ve been overdue for a visit to the Studio for a while.'' He risked asking what that was and got a soft chuckle from the raccoon. ``Oh, it?s just a place that I send my best dancers to tighten up their skills... or problem cases. Considering that you can?t do more than strut around the stage and lift that little skirt of yours for my guests, I wonder which one you are?''\n\n\t``This...'' Jake gritted his teeth a little, nervous to even bring the subject of money up. ``This isn?t going to add to my debt with you, is it?''\n\n\t``Does everything really have to be about money between us?'' The raccoon leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. ``You?re so eager to get out of this place, aren?t you? No, don?t consider this to extend your work contract any more than the terms we already set out months ago. It?s worth putting more money into you to make you more useful over here. If you hate this place so much, consider the Studio to be a paid vacation. Earlier exits, better start to your day... you should be thanking me for even giving you the opportunity.'' That was practically the end of the conversation. Will waved Jake out of the room after throwing more pleasantries and the occasional back-handed compliment towards what he could put up with and let the cat get ready for his last set of the night. While he was back on-stage, meekly hugging at the poll like it was the only thing that could save him from being swallowed up by the sea of men around him and jamming his ass out in time to the music, his situation was the only thing on his mind. A full year of this? He was not sure he could take it anymore, but he knew he had to. What was the other option, try and wiggle himself out of the large amount of money he owed a mob boss? Maybe this was for the best... a week or two to figure out how to get Will from constantly sniping at him whenever he came into the office might have been just what he needed.\n\n\tThe Studio itself seemed pretty unassuming. He had been told that the ``McLawson Dance Studio'' sign in front of the five-story brick building, just above the sign for the Chinese place, was just to make things look official enough that no one would question the low enrollment or thoroughfare into the building. Jake would be a part of a class of one and... ugh. He looked down at his duffle bag. He would also live in the building, for some reason, during all of this? Red would understand. He had already been so understanding during all of this.\n\n\tIt was a quick walk up an internal staircase to get to the door, the sound of the restaurant below becoming so distant that he could barely hear it after three turns up the staircase. Insulated flooring, maybe? It would fit with the blacked-out windows on this floor... In any case, he went up and knocked on the unassuming white door in front of him. The stoat that opened the door was nearly silent as he walked up, to the point where Jake could barely hear his footsteps before he was only a few feet away from his side of the loft space. ``Morning!'', he chirped out, dressed in a leathery pair of pants and a long jacket pulled tight. ``How about you come in now? I?ve been preparing for you since I got out of bed.'' Jake could recognize the wear immediately... someone was looking to make an immediate statement on how exactly to strip in the near-future. Those pants were tearaway, and if had to guess, there was little to nothing \n\n\tJake almost wanted to ask what kind of dancing lessons required that much prepwork... or if the slinky mustelid had just woken up an hour ago... but he was struck more by the fact that he seemed to have walked into a miniature version of Will?s club. Where Jake would have expected a living room if this was a residential space, the floor was mostly cleared out except for a single leather chair in the middle of the room that was in front of a large stage and catwalk. Will must have shared the floorplan for the club with the ermine, because he could recognize the accuracy in everything... from the position of that gleaming pole in the center of the walkway to the number of steps it took to get up and down the platform to the bright pink and blue neon signs near the ceiling to the fact there even seemed to be a little backstage area, complete with the same kind of purple velour curtains that separated the space between privacy and voracious attention. The white walls were adorned with posters for different stripper joints in the area, many of them uncensored and showing off sultry and hardened bodies with exposed tits and stiff shafts. Some of them looked vintage, from clubs that Jake had never even heard the name of... and others that Jake knew had gotten shut down as fronts for prostitution. (If only Will?s place got the similar treatment... he would try to whistleblow if he was not sure that the raccoon would put his balls in a vice if he did.) If this was all some kind of practical joke... There was a slight chill in here, like the A/C had been cranked up slightly, but it was nothing that made him uncomfortable. ``Yeah, sorry about the cold. I just figure that it helps get the blood flowing if you have a reason to work out.'' There was a door to his left and his right, one of which he assumed would be a bedroom where he could put his stuff down...\n\n\t``I can understand that...'' Even with the skimpy wear, he never exactly felt too cold when he was on-stage. Too much movement for that... the way his cheeks burned in flustered exasperation every time he got on stage helped with that too. ``He never mentioned your name, by the way.''\n\n\t``Strange! He mentioned yours. Often, actually.'' The ermine held his hand out, and... well, Jake hesitated for a moment. ``Nick.'' From everything he had been told about this place, Nick really only worked to service Will. The white-furred tubemouse gave an expectant smile... and eventually the cat reached out to shake his hand. ``There we go.'' Even if he was scum, they would be working together for the next two weeks. Better to at least be polite now and risk being friendly with an asshole of the raccoon?s caliber rather than piss off someone that could be a potential break from the kind of tense environment he was used to. ``If you don?t mind putting your things down and getting dressed in the manner we talked about, I?d like to get started immediately. Two weeks won?t be enough for the kind of training that we need to go through!''\n\n\t``Uh, sure!'', Jake said. Nick directed him towards where he would be sleeping for the next fourteen or so days, taking him through the door on the left. Seemed like a pretty normal bedroom, although... he was not entirely sure why there was a stripper pole on another raised platform in the corner of this room as well. Maybe the mustelid expected Jake to practice on his own every so often and wanted to give him some privacy? It was nice to be able to change into his normal work clothes without feeling like there were any other eyes on him, even the otherwise innocent stares of his co-workers... the cat decided to go with a reliable combo of his short clingy gym shorts and that tight shirt that practically clung to his body, terminating around his biceps and just around his navel. For once, instead of feeling exploited, he felt actually sexy putting it on. It was a weird feeling, like re-inhabiting a space that he had abandoned for some time. Unfamiliar, but it was pleasant to be back.\n\n\tFor his part, Nick did not wolf-whistle or anything that Jake expected when he walked out, and instead just looked him over and nodded. ``Very nice. Easy to slip in and out of, easy to move around in. You know how to dress. A good start! Now...'' He had a boombox at his side. ``Will has given me your typical music that you dance to during your sets. I think if we?re going to start teaching you, we need to establish where we need to start. Your strengths, your weaknesses, you know?'' That seemed straightforwards enough. The cat nodded as the ermine reached down and then turned the boombox on. ``You mind if I wear some earplugs for this? I got anxiety about getting tinnitus off this crap.'' That seemed... weird, and made Jake wonder why Nick was in the business of training strippers if he could not handle the thudding base and pulsing music that usually accompanied their hump and grind on the stage, but he would have felt like a total asshole if he turned him down. After he agreed, the ermine shoved two little orange foam bullets into his ear, squashing them down into his ear canals and sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. ``Just go backstage and do what comes natural to you!'' Natural, right. As if anything about this felt natural...\n\n\tStill, it was a routine that had been burned into Jake?s mind. As soon as he passed through the curtain, waited a few moments, and then heard his song start to play, Jake tried to taking those eager struts out like the other dancers had shown him. He went to the front of the stage, got on his knees, and shoved his crotch out. He mounted the pole and twirled around it the best he could before bucking against it like it was a cold fish of a lover. He smiled a bit too wide. The music stopped. Nick clapped slowly. ``That was kind of crap.''\n\n\tJake could not help but laugh. ``That?s why I?m here, right?'' It was refreshing to have someone tell him that without any real judgment behind it. That or praise him in those drunken slurs that he was used to.\n\n\tNick nodded. ``You?d be surprised at how many people get mad at me for telling them the honest truth. If they were so good that they didn?t need my help, Will wouldn?t have sent them to me. You?re more of an... accepting type, I think. We can definitely work with that. Here.'' The mustelid swapped the disc out of the boombox, pulling out a jewel case from his jacket and slipping the CD enclosed within into the machine before turning the music on. Almost immediately, Jake?s ears went pert as he heard the tones blaring from the speakers. What was this song? He had never heard it before... it rooted inside him almost immediately, one of those pleasantly repetitive beats that made him almost want to start dancing along to it then and there. It was good. It was really good. ``You?re smiling and it doesn?t look like it hurts to show it! I figured that maybe mixing things up a bit would make for more enthusiasm. Here...'' Nick got up and started to walk up the steps to join him. There were these almost imperceptible lyrics underneath the music that he started to hear as that beat broke into a quieter lull of soft notes. He could not make out what the male voice was singing underneath, although he could see that Nick was mouthing the words out to himself... this must have been one of his favorite tracks as well. Easy to see how... ``I think it?s time for me to show you how it?s done. Take a front-row seat, babe, enjoy the show.''\n\n\tAs soon as Jake was on his ass, Nick practically clambered up onto the pole like he had a little bit of lemur or chimp in him and got to work. The cat wondered if he had come up with an entire routine paired to the music on his own... he seemed to have rehearsed the moves he was doing right now, swinging around the steel with his calves gripped tight to the metal and his fingers loose on its curved surfaces. It was captivating watching him at work. The ermine?s slender body was soon on full display as he twisted towards him, one arm gripping on the pole, and then started to writhe and curl on it, his other hand reaching down to grasp at his bulge. ``You see?'' Nick smirked as he rubbed his fingers around his member through the material. ``You have to keep their eyes on you... and enjoy it...'' Jake nodded as he stared. Nick was actually pretty hot... especially once he was able to show his body off a bit. The ermine had already pulled his arms out of his sleeves, allowing the jacket to hang loosely on his shoulders and slowly slip off with every wild movement and twist of his body. He was doing things that the other dancers back at the club could only dream of... The music played on, and the ermine continued to grope himself as the next track shifted to a higher tempo than the first. Then, he reached down and grasped at his thigh before pulling hard, revealing a dark thong that was barely more than a black string around his waist and a pouch the color of midnight. The world around Jake seemed to be getting darker, even though the neon glow of the signs behind him seemed to coalesce brighter on Nick?s form the further he got into his dance. He soon began to almost glitter like a fuzzy diamond, catching the light on every inch of his form, reflecting it. Pretty soon, he had swung back around to the other side of the pole, but his eyes were still locked with Jake?s as he pressed his ass against the no-doubt freezing metal and huffed softly while he seemed to wedge it as much as he could between his cheeks. Jake could not help but throb, thinking of that ermine?s rear pressed against a hard cock... Maybe even his own.\n\n\tHe should have been questioning those thoughts. He should have been reacting to the fact that Nick was starting to almost look like a sculpted glass figurine that had become animate. Instead, Jake just practically sat there in sheer awe as the ermine ground himself against the pole and the powerful subliminals worked through his mind like a river running through a mud trough. His thoughts were widened and sculpted to their words as he listened... In the meanwhile, as Nick spoke to him while the ermine was practically trying to hot-dog the pole he was against into oblivion, his nipples as stiff as cherry stems and thick as pencil erasers, his words flowed into the cat?s ears as well. ``You can?t stop staring at me, can you? You can?t stop thinking about this. Maybe later you?ll try to think about anything else to get this image out of your head, but...'' Nick suddenly kicked out and carefully swung back, gripping his legs around the pole and beginning to thrust and work his hips softly against the metal as he shuddered. ``I doubt it. T-this is going to be etched in your mind, still. Keeping you horny. Making you weak to me.'' He groaned softly as his erection started to pull out from the pouch and pull the material taut around its lower half as it swelled. ``Weak to my words. Weak to your boss... but we?ll... mmmfh, we?ll get to that soon.'' Every thud of the base felt like it was trying to work itself straight into his head. Drool started to roll down his chin as he watched the sexy stoat work his magic on the stage, the sight of that body rolling and spinning around the metal burning itself into his eyes as he sat wider. His erection was on full display now in his pants, and the ermine grinned as he got off of the pole. ``We should discuss your form now. Your turn, get up on there.''\n\n\tWith the music bouncing around in his head, Jake could barely sit up, let alone get himself up on his feet. Nick helped, grasping him by the arm and steadily walking him over to the steel tube before getting both of his hands up onto the metal. ``Grip it naturally.'' As he said it, Jake found himself obeying, every muscle in his body tensing up, hateful memories of the club returning though the neon colors that shone off Nick?s fur behind Jake?s shoulder and the pulsing beat that swirled through his head dulled the pain from those thoughts into nothing at all. ``See, that?s your problem.'' Jake could feel Nick?s cock press up against his own butt as the stoat squeezed up against him, reaching up towards his hands... and the cat grunted softly as the ermine gave an experimental little thrust up against his ass. ``You?re holding on too tight. Looser. It?s a... mmmfh...'' Another thrust, and Jake felt himself leaning back against the stiff shaft pressed up against him as the stoat practically wedged him to the pole. ``It?s not something you have to worry about. When you?re good enough at this, it?s like a sexual partner. And you know that you don?t cling too hard with a partner.'' By now, he was intensely hard, and when Nick reached down to pull his shorts off, he did not react at all. ``Not unless you?re in complete control. And I don?t think you are right now, Jake.'' His eyes were glazed over and stared forwards towards the shining beam in front of himself... Nick brushed softly through his hair as the cat held on limply to the pole, most of his body pressed back against the stoat?s own form. ``Very good. You?re relaxed. You?re not talking back to me, which means that the hypnosis is working. You?re horny, which means that I?ve managed to turn you on hard now that I?ve gotten in your head. You?re going to obey me, aren?t you?'' \n\n\tIt was starting to get harder and harder to think for himself as that pulsing beat worked its way across his mind. Felt... more than good... felt weird good? Weird in a way that felt oh so right, but oh so wrong, a little weird... ``Nuh... not obey...'' He still rested back against Nick?s warm length, able to feel his wet sticky pre getting rubbed up against his tailhole as the stoat?s cockhead occasionally nudged against his pucker. ``Thought... thought I was going to learn how to dance...'', the cat slurred out as he felt the stoat continue to rub up against him, unable to see how that was a bad thing even though he had already zeroed in on the fact that something felt very wrong. ``This isn?t right...'' It made him horny, after all... and Nick was a very sexy individual, even if he had something bad planned for him. He could hold onto his mind, but denying his body felt even more strange to him.\n\n\t``|I know my methods are unorthodox, but this is just about making you a better dance for Will... in all ways...'' Nick smirked deviously as he said it, the malice in his smile unnoticed by his student. ``You?re worrying youself too much. Isn?t that music nice? Doesn?t it just want to make you dance? You just said you wanted to learn, so let?s learn. Give yourself to the music and it?ll help you. You?re trying to fight it, and me... but you know that that?s not what you want...'' Another little droplet of drool rolled down the cat?s chin as his eyes started to haze over once more. Yeah, he wanted to learn how to dance so he could get out of his contract instead of having Will weasel his way out of things... he wanted this. He wanted to have the kind of focus needed to learn. ``It?s counterproductive.''\n\n\t``Yeah...'', Jake slurred out. ``Counterproductive...''\n\n\t``You seem to still have some excess energy, both mental and physical. Holding on too hard in your mind as well as on the pole.'' The stoat reached down and grasped the cat by the hips. ``We fixed the latter, we can fix the former. Let me just... ease you down...'' Jake moved with his grip as the ermine walked back a bit, soon feeling himself get bent forwards as he was guided into a position where his ass was shoved out back against his teacher?s length and he was left with his front nearly horizontal, only able to steady himself with his fingers around the steel. ``Get used to this pose. Get comfy in it. You?re going to be showing off a lot more of your ass from now on.'' Jake nodded. This was all part of training. What he wanted... ``Relax. Loosen up.'' Nick did not have to get his point across any more as he rubbed himself a few more times into the cat?s rear. He spread his legs gently and let his teacher line up against him. He felt himself get gently rocked against as the stoat slowly started to work his way in...\n\n\tThen, Nick sank his hips forwards as if in time to the music as the track dropped into a thudding pump, and the cat?s whole body seemed to fill with a mindless erotic joy as he began to push himself back in time with it. No need to be commanded to do it, it just felt right. ``G-good kitty!'', Nick gasped out as he pushed himself up to the hilt with the feline?s help. Jake was keenly aware of his movements and body in a way that he was not used to at the moment, like he was hyperfixated on the fucking. Like nothing else mattered right now but his pleasure and Nick?s satisfaction. He let out a pleased moan as the first few drives of his hips back suddenly slammed back hard against Nick?s hips, flesh meeting flesh and sheathing that cock with his tunnel as his own shaft pulsed itself hard enough to slap up against his belly. He was being obedient right now. He was learning, doing what he wanted by doing exactly what Nick wanted of him. The stoat wanted to cum right now, use Jake?s body until he could milk an orgasm out of himself, and that was what Jake wanted to get from him as well. If he felt something warm and wet pump up his tailhole, he would know that he had done a good job. The cat?s own shaft bobbed underneath him as he continued to put as much as he could into the plowing, letting Nick ram into him as hard as he could... and from the way that Nick fucked him, he could tell that the ermine wanted it rough. He must have been pent up for a while, because every time he bucked forwards Jake?s body shook with the amount of force that he used. Precum splashed into Jake?s tailhole like water as the mustelid pushed himself in, his throbbing veiny cock rubbing up against Jake?s walls, leaving the cat to shift his legs closer and closer to each other to keep up the friction as Nick?s length and his tailhole were both increasingly lubed up. It was getting easier and easier to push into him and fill him completely now, and the cat wanted to make sure that Nick could still feel a nice tight squeeze from him.\n\n\tHe was definitely into the feeling of getting pumped full of dick himself, of having his body get slamfucked and stimulated as much as he could. His walls were getting stretched hard as the mustelid continued to plow as far as possible into his body, reaching out to grasp at his shoulder and steady himself as he pushed far enough to tilt his back a little bit. Every pump made the cat?s body sing out in pleasure, excitement coursing through him from his lower regions up through the rest of his body Jake could just barely see it, but Nick by now had an overjoyed look on his face, his eyes and smile wide and open as he drilled himself in as hard as he could. As much fun as Jake was having rocking himself back against his cock, it was becoming more and more enjoyable to just squeeze down to watch the faces that his teacher was making... In a way, Nick?s joy brought him more pleasure than getting split open by the stoat?s shaft. The two were becoming one in the same with every thrust and hard push into the cat?s backside, the cheeks getting stretched open by his length as Jake let out a heavy sigh and drooled a little while his dick spasms and rocketed splash after splash of precum onto the stage floor underneath himself. It was like the act of sex itself was becoming a means to an end, something that brought pleasure just because it was such a thorough way to completely make himself subservient towards the stoat. Jake was whispering things to him now as he bent over and began to force himself in deep enough that he could just lightly work his hips and dip the last few inches to his base in and out, the end of his shaft stretching Jake?s tailhole out with every thrust. Things about how he needed to trust that his boss knew better than him, that his boss had his best intentions in mind, that even if he complained and whined and protested, he would still go along with whatever whoever?s in charge wanted from him. After all, Nick currently had control of him, and he was only making him feel amazing... It was better to give control of himself to someone else. The cat mumbled that to himself as his shaft pulsed and bobbed underneath with every thrust into his tight hole and every command that was sunk into his blanked mind while he obediently shoved himself back until he could feel the ache in his innermost regions, until he could feel Nick?s sack press up against his inner thighs and hear the loud slap of their bodies as they connected. Nick told him that he craved control, to feel a collar and leash around his neck and mind pulling him along to where he needed to be. Jake wanted it beyond rational thought, beyond every argument that he could put forth against it. His member tensed up as he dug himself back onto the mustelid?s shaft, his whole body quivering as he was made to go over those thoughts in repetition, told to hold onto them and roll them around in his mind, get into the meaning of the words until they were practically instinctual.\n\n\tSomewhere around the fifth time he felt his pleasure surge and his member stiffen up while thinking about those wonderful truths, Jake?s whole body suddenly twinged in just the right way as Nick shoved himself up to the hilt and grasped the back of the cat?s head. As he was shoved up into the pole, he let out a ``A-aaaaah!'' as that sudden jolt of pleasure kicked off the orgasm that had been slowly building inside him, making it all the more difficult to keep himself upright and provide an excellent squeeze to the stoat. ``M-mmmmmhhhm...'' Still, he managed, and as his dick began to rocket cum out onto the floor in thick gushes, he could feel Nick beginning to jackhammer himself in with abandon, the metal pressed up against Jake?s cheek as his eyes rolled into his head and his mouth closed in a dizzy smile. It felt like he was being emptied out of so much more than jizz right now, like he was expunging things that would keep him away from being able to reach out and touch this happiness all on his own... It was one of the most intense orgasms that he had ever experienced, like he was being made to wring the cum right out of himself. His knees shook as his back curled and he practically pinned himself between Nick?s legs, the ropes of hot kitty cream shooting out of him suddenly picked up in strength and range for a few more moments as his body was absolutely wracked with sheer sexual bliss. For a while, Nick continued to use his body to the fullest as a wonderful sense of satisfaction and a little bit of an ache started to push through Jake?s mind, rolling from his nearly-emptied mind out through the rest of his body. He could still feel mild, subdued little flashes of pleasure as the stoat laid down on him and pistoned himself in hard enough to make the feline underneath shake. Even as that hot rush of cum that Jake had anticipated and hoped for started to get blasted into his backside, Nick kept on going, seemingly driven by something other than the pleasure that was hitting him hard enough right now to make him unable to respond in any other way than groaning out his pleasure as he kept on pushing in. Jake could feel the fluids roll down his thighs and splash out a bit with every thrust forwards, the heat inside him starting to grow lukewarm as the mustelid worked his tailhole as hard as he could. When that second climax came, it was like breaking an enchantment that had been put on the stoat. Nick suddenly gave a pleased sigh and rested his full body weight down on Jake, leaving the cat to hold him up as he limply rolled his hips and splashed a thin amount of fresh seed into the cat?s body. Jake only smiled wider as he flexed his back muscles and kept himself as straight as possible. Nothing better than seeing someone in control of you happy because of something that you had done...\n\n\tAfter a break to lay down, Jake found himself learning a new routine. Something both effortless and more complex at the same time than what he usually did. The stream of consciousness that was the music never rushed out of his mind as the two of them stayed in the same room for hours, running through pose after pose, stringing them together into dances and full-on acts, letting the rhythm guide him into improvising and learning just how to move his body to catch the attention of everyone around him. A good routine could go on for hours on end and never get boring, flowing from inspiration to inspiration, putting a slut?s body through their paces to show off every inch of their sultry form to a crowd of paying customers. Nick put more and more tools into Jake?s repertoire as the day passed by, his hands stroking across his form, bending and pushing and guiding as he stretched himself out and curled along the metal. He also whispered more things into the cat?s ears... things he could no longer make out anymore, but all the same understood completely. Eventually, his tailhole started to get filled again as Nick worked a vibe into it and cranked it up. ``We need to get you to love this,'' the mustelid said over his shivering whines as his abused tailhole was massaged and buzzed against by the machine, a low undercurrent of excitement starting to pour itself into every movement. ``You need to have your joy wrapped up in the motions, so that every night stops being work and starts becoming playtime.'' Nick did not fuck him again that day, but the toy stayed in the cat for the rest of the afternoon and evening as he learned how to spin and show his ass off, his cheeks framing a pink bullet-shaped pink obstruction in his ass. More than once, he had to stop in the middle of a dance move to shove his hips forwards and let another orgasm ripple out across his body.\n\n\tThe day passed quickly, almost in a blur, as Jake practiced and Nick coached him along. When the stoat said goodbye to him and turned the stereo off, it was like coming out of a dream... a lewd, intense dream. Jake?s member cranked itself up to full mast as he shivered looking back on it. Some of the tracks were still in his head, thumping along with a rhythm that he could just barely keep himself from humming long enough to say goodnight to the stoat and see him out... locking the door behind him and immediately pulling out his phone. He could tell Red anything about what had just happened, about how he had been put under some kind of strange trance and fucked mercilessly by someone that was taking ``teaching'' to a whole new hands-on kind of level... but instead he just sent him a message saying that he was having a lot of fun, that he would be done soon, and that he could not wait to show off what he had learned to him before he went to where he would be sleeping for the night and jumped onto the pole. For the next hour, Jake continued to grind and twist around to the beats that were continuing to thump around in his head, a noise that would only become more muted as they played through his dreams...\n\n\tFor the next two weeks, the routine played itself out over and over again. Nick would bring the stereo in, put it down, and Jake would not try and fight the feelings that came over him as he turned the music on and put him back down deep into trance. He would mount the stage, and then Nick would mount him with an intense hunger. The mustelid would pound him until he could barely stand anymore, all while telling him things that he rapidly realized were facts that he could not argue with or even begin to think were untrue. Then, they would practice for the rest of the day, maybe with something stuffed tight in his ass or wrapped around his member. Occasionally, Nick would switch places with him and let him absolutely rail his tailhole, but this only happened two or three times during the entirety of Jake?s training. The routine never changed too severely, only became more and more engrained in his head as he went to bed more and more horny every night...\n\n\tWet dreams became commonplace. Waking up after them with the memories of what had exactly happened in them became just as common as they became more and more vivid. He could see himself stuffing himself down his mouse lover?s maw, making Red groan out happily as he was forced to take his cock up to the hilt, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his throat bulged out from the amount of cum that he poured down his gullet as he climaxed and grinned wide... Masturbating on stage, all the rules of the club relaxed just for one night as he was allowed to go completely wild with his entertainment... getting pinned to a lavish bed in some high class hotel room by Will as the raccoon stuffed his ass full of cock...\n\n\tThat last one was the most vivid of all the fantasies that his subconscious played out for him. It was also the one out of all of them that gave him pause and made him blush in embarrassment. Will was not hot, he was an asshole. So why was his brain trying to tell him that he was? He gave a little shiver on the final morning, as Nick stopped going over his little spiel about how he had taught him everything that he could and he would be sent back tomorrow to dance for Will again. ``Sorry, was that too lewd? Funny, all my students seem to react the same way, really need to work on my phrasing...'', the mustelid said with a smirk. ``As a dancer working for Will. I don?t expect him to exploit your services to him in a private setting... well, unless you?re really good at it. And he asks.''\n\n\tAfter being let back out of the building, Jake?s first thought was not to head back home. Instead, when Red picked him up, he asked if they could go shopping. ``I need to stretch my legs a bit,'' he said, still a little distant. Humming to himself. When the mouse asked him about the collar he was wearing, he looked in the mirror with a frown at his neck. Sure enough, there was a band of pink fluff around his neck, attached to which there was a metal tag shaped like a pawprint. Jake just started to speak, as if on autopilot, about how the training had made him want to try out a new look for a bit...\n\n\tTwo weeks later, the cat was already mostly settled back into the groove of the strip club. Well, that was not entirely true... He was used to getting back on stage. It was weird... despite all the training he had gone through with Nick, he was still a little tense going into the building at the start of his shift. That may have been because of what he wore to work these days, but... he could not bring himself to put anything else on on work nights. The tight pink shirt that showed off his belly and had ``GROPE ME'' in black text on the back along with a large arrow that pointed down to his ass, the shorts that hugged his ass like they had been painted onto him, and the thong with the straps that pulled out from underneath them and gripped at the sides of his hips... if he was here to show off his body, he was supposed to get his audience titillated even before he went up on-stage and even while he was taking a break at the bar. He knew that it was intensely lewd, and that made him blush and whimper a little, especially when someone took his shirt?s advice and reached down to get a big handful of his cheeks in their palms... but that touch also made him stiffen up in his pants and walk a little faster towards the changing room. Occasionally, it made him also walk past to the private restroom there to rub at himself a little bit before he went out. Red definitely seemed to have his own shameful appreciation of how hot the wear looked on him. There were definitely days where the mouse had left him either with a stiff hard-on or pleasantly drained after a quickie before he went to work...\n\n\tThere was this strange dichotomy now to it all. He could feel himself squirm all the more when he came to the club these days. The frustration over the situation was barely there anymore, replaced with a streak of humiliation and arousal that had been churned together into a discomfort with his job and all that it entailed that Jake would not admit to anyone was not entirely unwelcome. It felt like something raw inside him that started to build whenever he put on his ``casual wear'' and went to drive to the club. It only grew more and more prominent inside him with every comment and cat call about how he was as he walked around the club, every little brush on his ass as he stumbled to get himself a drink for courage. When he was out behind the curtain, waiting for his cue to come out, it was like a heavy thing that extended down from his chest to his crotch, causing him to bite down on his lip and pre into the front of his shaft. \n\n\tAs he stepped out onto the stage, though, and really felt those beats pump through his body and take those well-worn patterns through his soul, it all started to sharpen into an intense focused horniness that nearly made him finger himself on-stage. He had actually used that a few times in some of his dances, just teasing the audience with his body bent over near the crowd, tailhole on full display, his finger trailing between his cheeks and under his tail as he let out an audible whorish groan. When he was up onstage, it was like all the embarrassment burned away into sheer need and an inescapable desire to be seen, like the need to dress in a way that showed his body off crystallized in the eyes of his audience into a full blown exhibition fetish. There had been days recently where he had been so horny that it felt like when he walked out into his routine that he would just go into autopilot... like he would no longer be in control of himself, like another Jake had taken over. He had started to hum to himself on evenings where he totally lost himself, everything about him buzzing with the thudding on the track...\n\n\tNo matter how horny he was though, and he was always horny these days while he was at work, Jake now had a mastery of the dance floor that made him feel like he was no longer learning from the other strippers but had achieved the same amount of sway and skill that they had. When he got up on the pole and bent back against it, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It felt like an extension of himself, really. He would lose clothes when it felt natural, buoyed by the cheers of the aroused and lustful men around him, and soon he would find himself with nothing more than that thong pressed tight against his erect shaft as he gripped his hips around the pole and dry-humped it for the pleasure of the people watching him. It was good to make people happy, and it was even better to be lusted over. The cat could barely keep himself from waiting to pump himself off before his set was over, and channeled his need into improving more and more ways to twist and curl his body around to the music. The tips that he collected now far outstripped the money that he had been bringing in before he visited Nick... and the feeling of having his underwear pulled back so someone could shove dollar bills into the pouch and under the straps was a pleasant bonus.\n\n\tWill had actually told him after a few days back on the job that he needed to coax these feelings... That raw electric nervousness that eventually blossomed out on the dance floor into wild routines. It was good for business, he said. It was why Jake now had to walk around the club for at least twenty minutes before his set, showing off in the clothes he would strip out of and simmering in the shameful arousal that it brought him. He really really hated the raccoon, but... Even now, as he was heading to talk to him in his office again, he was blushing thinking about him. About the strong tone of voice he always had. The way he asserted himself so perfectly... it made every order tickle in the back of his mind as he thought about them and carried them out. Made his tail flick up and his tailhole clench instinctively.\n\n\tNo, he needed to stop thinking those thoughts. Bad idea to go in and talk business while he was horny. So many ways things could go wrong if he went into Will?s office with a boner... The cat stopped at the door for a while, still partially dressed in just a thong and shirt after finishing a set, and steadied himself for a few moments, waiting for his member to soften up in his pants.\n\n\tIt was all so useless. The moment he opened the door and saw the slightly chubby raccoon behind his desk, he could feel himself starting to crank back up to full mast at record speed just from seeing that smirk on his face and that cigar in his mouth. The office may have positively stunk of smoke, but it reeked of power and control, and Jake practically rushed his way towards the seat in front of the raccoon in order to have some desk covering the otherwise-obvious boner that he had. ``Look at you! Obviously hating every second of being near me before I sent you off, now you?re rushing to come and talk whenever I ask for you.'' Will laughed hard. ``Nick really worked some sense into you, huh?'' Jake tried to answer with a ``Yes'', the word coming to his head, but he just gulped the syllable down and tried to stare him in the face. Forced himself not to linger on the way that Will just radiated confidence and instead see him as a person. ``I called you in today to tell you that I?ve been doing something of a performance review of how you?ve been doing. A little before-and-after, y?know? Gotta say, I?m impressed with how much you?ve improved.'' He only seemed to grin wider. ``Two weeks and you?re suddenly showing off how much of a slut you are without letting how much you hate this get in the way.''\n\n\t``W-well, I don?t hate this...'' Jake looked away from him. As he did, though, he could hear Will?s chair suddenly scooch forwards as the raccoon leaned forwards and grasp him by the collar to make lock eyes with him once more.\n\n\t``You do, though. Or did you just forget what you were like before I sent you to Nick?'' The raccoon?s teeth glinted in the light as he hooked the tip of one of his pudgy fingers through the small ring on his collar and kept Jake focused on him. ``Agitated. Uncomfortable. Unwilling to work here. We?ve taken care of all but one...'' Suddenly, the raccoon?s muzzle was pressed up to his, and Jake hated the fact that he practically nuzzled up against the ringtail as he pushed his lips into the kiss and let Will shove his tongue in. He hated it, but he absolutely loved the feeling of being brought to heel like this. Of having all that frustration and forced repression and the knowledge that Will was a criminal and terrible for him pushed to the side in favor of the fact that he was one of the sexiest people that he knew now. Jake could still taste a bit of the smoke on his breath as he pulled the cat forwards across the table, cigar placed to the side in an ashtray, body pulled across wood and knocking down knickknacks and cups full of fountain pens as the raccoon brought him across and splayed him out, breaking the kiss and then standing up straight. Jake blushed hard as Will?s stomach gently pressed against his middle, eyes heading past the light curve there towards the sizable tent just underneath his belt. ``That second one? That?s turned into something else entirely. No, you don?t hate this. You love this.'' Jake?s eyes were locked on the raccoon?s bulge as he started to undo his belt. ``You love the fact that you?re starting to break and end up like all the other sluts around here, even if you?ve still got that little bit of yourself that?s going to scream at you when this is done. Oh, he?s using the fact that you want to ride his dick to talk you into parading yourself around like a cheap whore! How terrible, he?s making you do what deep down you know what you?d want to do!'' The metal clasp clinked apart as he unfastened it and shift his pants down to his ankles, his boxers holding back his sizable dick... ``I?m tired of being all quiet about how much I want to see you willingly fill your tailhole. I bet you?d agree to stick around past your contract if it means getting to work my cock every so often.''\n\n\t``I-I would,'' Jake blurted out before he could stop himself. Did he really have to mean it? Anything to get that dick shoved right down his throat. Anything. ``You won?t even have to pay me anymore.'' Will laughed as the cat said that. ``Just getting to get pinned underneath you and fucked until I can?t think straight is enough.''\n\n\t``You?re already not thinking straight, you idiot,'' Will said as he grasped the sides of his underwear and pulled them down, his fat shaft wobbling out heavy and already glistening at the front with a bead of precum. ``I?m just too much to handle for you. Let?s see if my cock?s too much to handle for your mouth...'' Jake was already opening his mouth wide as the raccoon reached out, gripped at his sides, and began to push himself in deep into his muzzle... Every argument in his mind about why he needed to stop, immediately, and take back what he had just said evaporated in the heat that radiated off Will?s crotch and the pleasure that came from working at his shaft. ``You?re still getting paid. Only fair, after all, if you?re going to be working as my personal escort. It?s been a while since I?ve had a slut in the office thirsty for my cock.'' Jake blushed furiously at the word. He was such a slut for Will. A total degradated whore. He ground himself against the desk, his dick sandwiched against his belly and the wood, and groaned needily around the member that was nearly parked against the back of his throat as he found himself losing what little control he had over himself. Anything to get off. Anything to please him. ``Fuck, look at you. Don?t cum yourself before I do, I want you practically begging to let me fingerbang you until you spurt all over your chest.'' That was not an order to slow down, though, and pretty soon the cat started to try and work his head a little on the raccoon?s shaft as he started to slowly pull himself back with a grimace and a hot blush. It was in so deep, though, and it was so thick... hard not to gag himself on the fat cock when he wanted to desperately please his boss. \n\n\tWhen Will gave his first real thrust into Jake?s maw, he caught the cat as he had been trying to follow along while the raccoon pulled out, stretching his head out and leaving him unable to react in time before he was deep-throated by that throbbing and swelling member. Jake coughed a little, and his eyes went wide, but soon he was used to the feeling of being that plugged full of dick, and he did his best to close his lips around the shaft as his boss started to pump it back and forth in between his supple maw, rolling his flesh in between that tight opening and grunting softly as he seemed to center his cock in that entrance right at a prominent vein on his shaft and rock back and forth for a bit. The cat was grateful that Will was giving him more time to worship over his length before he started practically smashing his tonsils with it again, and he started to make the most of it as he curled his tongue up to the bottom of the raccoon?s shaft and began to slurp and lick at it, feeling the way it surged against his tongue as he teased at it, the way that it forced his mouth open wider and wider by just lingering there... Everything about this was driving Jake wild and reinforcing just how submissive he felt around his boss. He looked up for a moment at Will?s face as he pursed his lips and sucked at the hard flesh, tasted it and shuddered at the feeling of fluids hitting the back of his maw. He still had that smirk on his face, even as it was tempered by the little twinges of pleasure that he got as Jake suckled on his shaft and slowly pulled his tongue across his sensitive flesh.\n\n\t``You?re so fucking good at this... so good!'' Without warning, Will started to buck his hips forwards again, and this time, he did not slow down as he pulled out. ``I?m going to have to see how well you can r-ride my shaft next time we do this!'' Instead, he started to ram himself into the cat?s mouth over and over again as the feline underneath him mewled and worked his head as best as he could under the sheer excited onslaught that Will had started to put out. Every thrust forwards was accompanied with the addicting feeling of that wet skin sliding across his lips and tongue, his mouth and throat muscles tightening around the shaft and drawing out hard masculine vocalizations from the raccoon as he moaned out his pleasure and let Jake know just how much he was pleasing him. Right now, almost all his thoughts had pulled down around two subjects: how he needed to suck harder on Master?s shaft, and how he needed to keep him as happy and horny as he was right now. The slightly salty taste of pre at the back of his throat became a driving force that pushed him to squeeze more and more of Will?s dick down his throat as he eased himself into breathing with his nose and stuffing himself full of cock. His climax would taste even better tinged with the knowledge that he had utterly blown his Master?s mind with his cocksucking skills.\n\n\tWill?s paws scratched little grooves in Jake?s fur as the raccoon idly massaged and dug his nails into the cat?s shoulders while he plunged himself forwards over and over again, practically burying Jake?s nose into his crotch fuzz and tickling at his nostrils with the wiry coarse hairs there. ``Hnnnnfh!'' Will practically punctuated the noise with another thick slap, thighs slamming into the table a little as he drilled himself in hard into the cat?s maw. ``I bet you?d even fuck the guests if I got to watch and jerk off to it... nah, I want this mouth all to myself... n-nnnh...!'' Jake gripped tight to the sides of the desk to steady himself as the raccoon slammed himself in with enough force to make him slide back a little across the surface of it. His whole body trembled with sheer need, his cock aching as he pushed down against the wood and let his juices pool out in a thin puddle around the tip of his shaft. Would he jerk himself off later thinking about what he had done here? Maybe. It would be through an ashamed blush, and he would immediately attempt to forget that it had ever happened, but it would be one of the most powerful orgasms that he had ever experienced if it did happen. For right now, he could not reach down and touch at himself, even if his dick ached with need and grinding against the table was not enough to put him over the edge but just have him ride the line... There were better things to focus on right now than getting himself off. Master had ordered him to focus on not making too much of a mess before he finished, after all.\n\n\tThe more that Will rocked himself hard into Jake?s face, the more the cat started to gulp loudly in between sucks as his cheeks slowly began to fill up with more and more precum. After a couple of rounds of this, and as Will?s shaft splurted out more and more fluid, Jake?s cheeks were bloated out before every thick swallow he took. The raccoon might as well have been a tanuki considering how much those thick balls swinging between his thighs were producing. Again and again, Will drove himself hard into the cat?s face, using his mouth like the sex toy that he had become. His slightly pudgy stomach mooshed against the top of his head every time that he forced himself in as deep as he could. Will had taken to grasping down the cat?s body and squeezing at his ass now as he leaned further against the cat, trying to drive himself even deeper, get every inch of his member worked at by the feline underneath him. His fingers locked into the buttflesh there as he bent his elbows and arched his back in a way that seemed like he was putting as much effort as he could into eking that last little bit of cock into the cat?s maw as he could. Jake was doing his best to try and keep up with the raccoon?s desires, nuzzling into his torso as he sucked and licked over everything that he was given, the increasingly sticky confines of his mouth lubed up into the perfect orifice for Will to fuck... at least, that was what Jake hoped. It definitely did feel to him like the raccoon was getting closer and closer to hosing down his throat with his ringtail cream in a few minutes, at the very most. His thrusts were starting to get slower, more measured, and every so often Will would pause to catch his breath, every pant tinged with desperation like he wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.\n\n\tHe really saw it coming when his shaft started to give those short little pulses after every thrust, that internal struggle to hold out just barely being won at the moment by the raccoon and slipping more and more in the favor of his body?s aching need to release. Jake was determined to tilt the balance. As Will started to slow down, he took over once again, swirling the tip of his tongue around against his slit and the little crevice just under the curve of his cockhead. He could hear Will?s breathing pick up as he did so, a bewildered smirk on the raccoon?s face, as he brought his hands back up to Jake?s shoulders and squeezed down. ``O-oh fuck...'', he breathed out as Jake swished it back and forth and prepared himself to be utterly drowned in a cascade of jizz down his throat. ``I... I can?t...'' The feline gave him an impish look as he rolled his tongue around the head of his shaft, working in little circles with a grin. ``M-mmmmmmmfh!'' As the raccoon?s whole form tensed up, Jake waited to feel the rush of fluids roll down his throat...\n\n\tSoon, he got exactly what the both of them wanted. He closed his eyes and just focused on loving the feeling of cum splattering down his throat, the first gush of it hitting the back of his mouth with a small impact, like slightly melted gelatin sloshing against the flesh there. He swallowed audibly as Will drained himself into his waiting mouth, his throat visibly stretching over the contents of every gulp as he just kept up with the flow pouring down into him and kept sucking until Will could give him nothing else...\n\n\tAs he rested there with his boss? cock lodged deep in his mouth, his own shaft twitched and trembled, just on the edge, but he could not bring himself to touch it, not when the reality of what he had done was now sliding its way down to his stomach. Will grunted and slowly pulled himself out of Jake?s mouth up to the lips before stopping for a moment. ``Hah, are you getting self-conscious?'' The cat gave a little whine as the dick popped out of his maw, unable to look him in the eyes or even speak to him as he prepped to walk back out the door. ``Enjoy the rest of your shift!''\n\n\tAfter he had gotten dressed again, Jake pushed his thumb across his chin and lips and gently brushed the cream there aside, his cheeks bright red as he stumbled his way back towards the bathroom. That blush only burned brighter as some of the patrons commented on his matted wet fur around his muzzle. ``Hey, if you?re sucking cocks, you wanna give me a quickie?'' ``You do handjobs too, kitty cat?'' ``How big was he? Need someone to take care of your backdoor too?'' Why had he done that? He... he knew why. Jake shuddered as he told himself to stop lying. \n\n\tThe worst part of all this was that he could remember what Nick had done to him, and he both no longer cared and did not want to seek out anything that would help him recover from the spineless slut that he had become. No matter how much he prepared himself for the next time he talked to Will, no matter how much of his confidence he got back, no matter how much he told himself that they were going to renegotiate the addition to the contract that they had just set forth... he would have it in writing soon, and the cat would sign it before the raccoon fucked his face again. Maybe this time he would end up underneath his desk...\n\n\tAnother half a month later, the pawpad tag on Jake?s collar now had text etched on it. It said that he was now property of Will?s strip club, and had an address on where to return him to if he ever ``went stray''.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tJake sat there in the tank top and skirt with the fume from on-stage still stuck on his face, even as Will furiously stubbed his cigar out in the ashtray. ``So what you?re telling me is that you?re becoming frustrated by things that you knew were going to happen to you when you decided to work here, and it?s now negatively impacting your performance? That...'' The raccoon placed his stogie on the table after he made sure it was completely put out, right on the napkin where he had left his finished highball of gin before one of his staff members came and removed it. ``That sounds like a you problem, Jake. And you know we already discussed what happens when you problems start to affect my business. We edge closer and closer to having to renegotiate our contract...''

\tThe cat could not help but bristle, even if he knew who he was talking to. ``One of them grabbed my ass while I was getting off stage! The pole?s bad enough, I can barely work it without feeling like garbage, but what you?re suggesting I put up with is... it?s beyond the pale. I know I agreed to this when I was horny and wanted to get off, but... I have standards, you know? You have to leave me with at least a shred of dignity.''

\t``Oh, I get it. It?s an attitude problem,'' the raccoon snickered as he leaned back and stared over the grey and black-striped cat. ``I think we can fix it.'' Jake immediately tensed up. Never good when a mob boss started to talk about fixing someone?s attitude, was it? ``Relax, Jake. You?re not in trouble. In fact, you?ve been overdue for a visit to the Studio for a while.'' He risked asking what that was and got a soft chuckle from the raccoon. ``Oh, it?s just a place that I send my best dancers to tighten up their skills... or problem cases. Considering that you can?t do more than strut around the stage and lift that little skirt of yours for my guests, I wonder which one you are?''

\t``This...'' Jake gritted his teeth a little, nervous to even bring the subject of money up. ``This isn?t going to add to my debt with you, is it?''

\t``Does everything really have to be about money between us?'' The raccoon leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. ``You?re so eager to get out of this place, aren?t you? No, don?t consider this to extend your work contract any more than the terms we already set out months ago. It?s worth putting more money into you to make you more useful over here. If you hate this place so much, consider the Studio to be a paid vacation. Earlier exits, better start to your day... you should be thanking me for even giving you the opportunity.'' That was practically the end of the conversation. Will waved Jake out of the room after throwing more pleasantries and the occasional back-handed compliment towards what he could put up with and let the cat get ready for his last set of the night. While he was back on-stage, meekly hugging at the poll like it was the only thing that could save him from being swallowed up by the sea of men around him and jamming his ass out in time to the music, his situation was the only thing on his mind. A full year of this? He was not sure he could take it anymore, but he knew he had to. What was the other option, try and wiggle himself out of the large amount of money he owed a mob boss? Maybe this was for the best... a week or two to figure out how to get Will from constantly sniping at him whenever he came into the office might have been just what he needed.

\tThe Studio itself seemed pretty unassuming. He had been told that the ``McLawson Dance Studio'' sign in front of the five-story brick building, just above the sign for the Chinese place, was just to make things look official enough that no one would question the low enrollment or thoroughfare into the building. Jake would be a part of a class of one and... ugh. He looked down at his duffle bag. He would also live in the building, for some reason, during all of this? Red would understand. He had already been so understanding during all of this.

\tIt was a quick walk up an internal staircase to get to the door, the sound of the restaurant below becoming so distant that he could barely hear it after three turns up the staircase. Insulated flooring, maybe? It would fit with the blacked-out windows on this floor... In any case, he went up and knocked on the unassuming white door in front of him. The stoat that opened the door was nearly silent as he walked up, to the point where Jake could barely hear his footsteps before he was only a few feet away from his side of the loft space. ``Morning!'', he chirped out, dressed in a leathery pair of pants and a long jacket pulled tight. ``How about you come in now? I?ve been preparing for you since I got out of bed.'' Jake could recognize the wear immediately... someone was looking to make an immediate statement on how exactly to strip in the near-future. Those pants were tearaway, and if had to guess, there was little to nothing

\tJake almost wanted to ask what kind of dancing lessons required that much prepwork... or if the slinky mustelid had just woken up an hour ago... but he was struck more by the fact that he seemed to have walked into a miniature version of Will?s club. Where Jake would have expected a living room if this was a residential space, the floor was mostly cleared out except for a single leather chair in the middle of the room that was in front of a large stage and catwalk. Will must have shared the floorplan for the club with the ermine, because he could recognize the accuracy in everything... from the position of that gleaming pole in the center of the walkway to the number of steps it took to get up and down the platform to the bright pink and blue neon signs near the ceiling to the fact there even seemed to be a little backstage area, complete with the same kind of purple velour curtains that separated the space between privacy and voracious attention. The white walls were adorned with posters for different stripper joints in the area, many of them uncensored and showing off sultry and hardened bodies with exposed tits and stiff shafts. Some of them looked vintage, from clubs that Jake had never even heard the name of... and others that Jake knew had gotten shut down as fronts for prostitution. (If only Will?s place got the similar treatment... he would try to whistleblow if he was not sure that the raccoon would put his balls in a vice if he did.) If this was all some kind of practical joke... There was a slight chill in here, like the A/C had been cranked up slightly, but it was nothing that made him uncomfortable. ``Yeah, sorry about the cold. I just figure that it helps get the blood flowing if you have a reason to work out.'' There was a door to his left and his right, one of which he assumed would be a bedroom where he could put his stuff down...

\t``I can understand that...'' Even with the skimpy wear, he never exactly felt too cold when he was on-stage. Too much movement for that... the way his cheeks burned in flustered exasperation every time he got on stage helped with that too. ``He never mentioned your name, by the way.''

\t``Strange! He mentioned yours. Often, actually.'' The ermine held his hand out, and... well, Jake hesitated for a moment. ``Nick.'' From everything he had been told about this place, Nick really only worked to service Will. The white-furred tubemouse gave an expectant smile... and eventually the cat reached out to shake his hand. ``There we go.'' Even if he was scum, they would be working together for the next two weeks. Better to at least be polite now and risk being friendly with an asshole of the raccoon?s caliber rather than piss off someone that could be a potential break from the kind of tense environment he was used to. ``If you don?t mind putting your things down and getting dressed in the manner we talked about, I?d like to get started immediately. Two weeks won?t be enough for the kind of training that we need to go through!''

\t``Uh, sure!'', Jake said. Nick directed him towards where he would be sleeping for the next fourteen or so days, taking him through the door on the left. Seemed like a pretty normal bedroom, although... he was not entirely sure why there was a stripper pole on another raised platform in the corner of this room as well. Maybe the mustelid expected Jake to practice on his own every so often and wanted to give him some privacy? It was nice to be able to change into his normal work clothes without feeling like there were any other eyes on him, even the otherwise innocent stares of his co-workers... the cat decided to go with a reliable combo of his short clingy gym shorts and that tight shirt that practically clung to his body, terminating around his biceps and just around his navel. For once, instead of feeling exploited, he felt actually sexy putting it on. It was a weird feeling, like re-inhabiting a space that he had abandoned for some time. Unfamiliar, but it was pleasant to be back.

\tFor his part, Nick did not wolf-whistle or anything that Jake expected when he walked out, and instead just looked him over and nodded. ``Very nice. Easy to slip in and out of, easy to move around in. You know how to dress. A good start! Now...'' He had a boombox at his side. ``Will has given me your typical music that you dance to during your sets. I think if we?re going to start teaching you, we need to establish where we need to start. Your strengths, your weaknesses, you know?'' That seemed straightforwards enough. The cat nodded as the ermine reached down and then turned the boombox on. ``You mind if I wear some earplugs for this? I got anxiety about getting tinnitus off this crap.'' That seemed... weird, and made Jake wonder why Nick was in the business of training strippers if he could not handle the thudding base and pulsing music that usually accompanied their hump and grind on the stage, but he would have felt like a total asshole if he turned him down. After he agreed, the ermine shoved two little orange foam bullets into his ear, squashing them down into his ear canals and sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. ``Just go backstage and do what comes natural to you!'' Natural, right. As if anything about this felt natural...

\tStill, it was a routine that had been burned into Jake?s mind. As soon as he passed through the curtain, waited a few moments, and then heard his song start to play, Jake tried to taking those eager struts out like the other dancers had shown him. He went to the front of the stage, got on his knees, and shoved his crotch out. He mounted the pole and twirled around it the best he could before bucking against it like it was a cold fish of a lover. He smiled a bit too wide. The music stopped. Nick clapped slowly. ``That was kind of crap.''

\tJake could not help but laugh. ``That?s why I?m here, right?'' It was refreshing to have someone tell him that without any real judgment behind it. That or praise him in those drunken slurs that he was used to.

\tNick nodded. ``You?d be surprised at how many people get mad at me for telling them the honest truth. If they were so good that they didn?t need my help, Will wouldn?t have sent them to me. You?re more of an... accepting type, I think. We can definitely work with that. Here.'' The mustelid swapped the disc out of the boombox, pulling out a jewel case from his jacket and slipping the CD enclosed within into the machine before turning the music on. Almost immediately, Jake?s ears went pert as he heard the tones blaring from the speakers. What was this song? He had never heard it before... it rooted inside him almost immediately, one of those pleasantly repetitive beats that made him almost want to start dancing along to it then and there. It was good. It was really good. ``You?re smiling and it doesn?t look like it hurts to show it! I figured that maybe mixing things up a bit would make for more enthusiasm. Here...'' Nick got up and started to walk up the steps to join him. There were these almost imperceptible lyrics underneath the music that he started to hear as that beat broke into a quieter lull of soft notes. He could not make out what the male voice was singing underneath, although he could see that Nick was mouthing the words out to himself... this must have been one of his favorite tracks as well. Easy to see how... ``I think it?s time for me to show you how it?s done. Take a front-row seat, babe, enjoy the show.''

\tAs soon as Jake was on his ass, Nick practically clambered up onto the pole like he had a little bit of lemur or chimp in him and got to work. The cat wondered if he had come up with an entire routine paired to the music on his own... he seemed to have rehearsed the moves he was doing right now, swinging around the steel with his calves gripped tight to the metal and his fingers loose on its curved surfaces. It was captivating watching him at work. The ermine?s slender body was soon on full display as he twisted towards him, one arm gripping on the pole, and then started to writhe and curl on it, his other hand reaching down to grasp at his bulge. ``You see?'' Nick smirked as he rubbed his fingers around his member through the material. ``You have to keep their eyes on you... and enjoy it...'' Jake nodded as he stared. Nick was actually pretty hot... especially once he was able to show his body off a bit. The ermine had already pulled his arms out of his sleeves, allowing the jacket to hang loosely on his shoulders and slowly slip off with every wild movement and twist of his body. He was doing things that the other dancers back at the club could only dream of... The music played on, and the ermine continued to grope himself as the next track shifted to a higher tempo than the first. Then, he reached down and grasped at his thigh before pulling hard, revealing a dark thong that was barely more than a black string around his waist and a pouch the color of midnight. The world around Jake seemed to be getting darker, even though the neon glow of the signs behind him seemed to coalesce brighter on Nick?s form the further he got into his dance. He soon began to almost glitter like a fuzzy diamond, catching the light on every inch of his form, reflecting it. Pretty soon, he had swung back around to the other side of the pole, but his eyes were still locked with Jake?s as he pressed his ass against the no-doubt freezing metal and huffed softly while he seemed to wedge it as much as he could between his cheeks. Jake could not help but throb, thinking of that ermine?s rear pressed against a hard cock... Maybe even his own.

\tHe should have been questioning those thoughts. He should have been reacting to the fact that Nick was starting to almost look like a sculpted glass figurine that had become animate. Instead, Jake just practically sat there in sheer awe as the ermine ground himself against the pole and the powerful subliminals worked through his mind like a river running through a mud trough. His thoughts were widened and sculpted to their words as he listened... In the meanwhile, as Nick spoke to him while the ermine was practically trying to hot-dog the pole he was against into oblivion, his nipples as stiff as cherry stems and thick as pencil erasers, his words flowed into the cat?s ears as well. ``You can?t stop staring at me, can you? You can?t stop thinking about this. Maybe later you?ll try to think about anything else to get this image out of your head, but...'' Nick suddenly kicked out and carefully swung back, gripping his legs around the pole and beginning to thrust and work his hips softly against the metal as he shuddered. ``I doubt it. T-this is going to be etched in your mind, still. Keeping you horny. Making you weak to me.'' He groaned softly as his erection started to pull out from the pouch and pull the material taut around its lower half as it swelled. ``Weak to my words. Weak to your boss... but we?ll... mmmfh, we?ll get to that soon.'' Every thud of the base felt like it was trying to work itself straight into his head. Drool started to roll down his chin as he watched the sexy stoat work his magic on the stage, the sight of that body rolling and spinning around the metal burning itself into his eyes as he sat wider. His erection was on full display now in his pants, and the ermine grinned as he got off of the pole. ``We should discuss your form now. Your turn, get up on there.''

\tWith the music bouncing around in his head, Jake could barely sit up, let alone get himself up on his feet. Nick helped, grasping him by the arm and steadily walking him over to the steel tube before getting both of his hands up onto the metal. ``Grip it naturally.'' As he said it, Jake found himself obeying, every muscle in his body tensing up, hateful memories of the club returning though the neon colors that shone off Nick?s fur behind Jake?s shoulder and the pulsing beat that swirled through his head dulled the pain from those thoughts into nothing at all. ``See, that?s your problem.'' Jake could feel Nick?s cock press up against his own butt as the stoat squeezed up against him, reaching up towards his hands... and the cat grunted softly as the ermine gave an experimental little thrust up against his ass. ``You?re holding on too tight. Looser. It?s a... mmmfh...'' Another thrust, and Jake felt himself leaning back against the stiff shaft pressed up against him as the stoat practically wedged him to the pole. ``It?s not something you have to worry about. When you?re good enough at this, it?s like a sexual partner. And you know that you don?t cling too hard with a partner.'' By now, he was intensely hard, and when Nick reached down to pull his shorts off, he did not react at all. ``Not unless you?re in complete control. And I don?t think you are right now, Jake.'' His eyes were glazed over and stared forwards towards the shining beam in front of himself... Nick brushed softly through his hair as the cat held on limply to the pole, most of his body pressed back against the stoat?s own form. ``Very good. You?re relaxed. You?re not talking back to me, which means that the hypnosis is working. You?re horny, which means that I?ve managed to turn you on hard now that I?ve gotten in your head. You?re going to obey me, aren?t you?''

\tIt was starting to get harder and harder to think for himself as that pulsing beat worked its way across his mind. Felt... more than good... felt weird good? Weird in a way that felt oh so right, but oh so wrong, a little weird... ``Nuh... not obey...'' He still rested back against Nick?s warm length, able to feel his wet sticky pre getting rubbed up against his tailhole as the stoat?s cockhead occasionally nudged against his pucker. ``Thought... thought I was going to learn how to dance...'', the cat slurred out as he felt the stoat continue to rub up against him, unable to see how that was a bad thing even though he had already zeroed in on the fact that something felt very wrong. ``This isn?t right...'' It made him horny, after all... and Nick was a very sexy individual, even if he had something bad planned for him. He could hold onto his mind, but denying his body felt even more strange to him.

\t``|I know my methods are unorthodox, but this is just about making you a better dance for Will... in all ways...'' Nick smirked deviously as he said it, the malice in his smile unnoticed by his student. ``You?re worrying youself too much. Isn?t that music nice? Doesn?t it just want to make you dance? You just said you wanted to learn, so let?s learn. Give yourself to the music and it?ll help you. You?re trying to fight it, and me... but you know that that?s not what you want...'' Another little droplet of drool rolled down the cat?s chin as his eyes started to haze over once more. Yeah, he wanted to learn how to dance so he could get out of his contract instead of having Will weasel his way out of things... he wanted this. He wanted to have the kind of focus needed to learn.  ``It?s counterproductive.''

\t``Yeah...'', Jake slurred out. ``Counterproductive...''

\t``You seem to still have some excess energy, both mental and physical. Holding on too hard in your mind as well as on the pole.'' The stoat reached down and grasped the cat by the hips. ``We fixed the latter, we can fix the former. Let me just... ease you down...'' Jake moved with his grip as the ermine walked back a bit, soon feeling himself get bent forwards as he was guided into a position where his ass was shoved out back against his teacher?s length and he was left with his front nearly horizontal, only able to steady himself with his fingers around the steel. ``Get used to this pose. Get comfy in it. You?re going to be showing off a lot more of your ass from now on.'' Jake nodded. This was all part of training. What he wanted... ``Relax. Loosen up.'' Nick did not have to get his point across any more as he rubbed himself a few more times into the cat?s rear. He spread his legs gently and let his teacher line up against him. He felt himself get gently rocked against as the stoat slowly started to work his way in...

\tThen, Nick sank his hips forwards as if in time to the music as the track dropped into a thudding pump, and the cat?s whole body seemed to fill with a mindless erotic joy as he began to push himself back in time with it. No need to be commanded to do it, it just felt right. ``G-good kitty!'', Nick gasped out as he pushed himself up to the hilt with the feline?s help. Jake was keenly aware of his movements and body in a way that he was not used to at the moment, like he was hyperfixated on the fucking. Like nothing else mattered right now but his pleasure and Nick?s satisfaction. He let out a pleased moan as the first few drives of his hips back suddenly slammed back hard against Nick?s hips, flesh meeting flesh and sheathing that cock with his tunnel as his own shaft pulsed itself hard enough to slap up against his belly. He was being obedient right now. He was learning, doing what he wanted by doing exactly what Nick wanted of him. The stoat wanted to cum right now, use Jake?s body until he could milk an orgasm out of himself, and that was what Jake wanted to get from him as well. If he felt something warm and wet pump up his tailhole, he would know that he had done a good job. The cat?s own shaft bobbed underneath him as he continued to put as much as he could into the plowing, letting Nick ram into him as hard as he could... and from the way that Nick fucked him, he could tell that the ermine wanted it rough. He must have been pent up for a while, because every time he bucked forwards Jake?s body shook with the amount of force that he used. Precum splashed into Jake?s tailhole like water as the mustelid pushed himself in, his throbbing veiny cock rubbing up against Jake?s walls, leaving the cat to shift his legs closer and closer to each other to keep up the friction as Nick?s length and his tailhole were both increasingly lubed up. It was getting easier and easier to push into him and fill him completely now, and the cat wanted to make sure that Nick could still feel a nice tight squeeze from him.

\tHe was definitely into the feeling of getting pumped full of dick himself, of having his body get slamfucked and stimulated as much as he could. His walls were getting stretched hard as the mustelid continued to plow as far as possible into his body, reaching out to grasp at his shoulder and steady himself as he pushed far enough to tilt his back a little bit. Every pump made the cat?s body sing out in pleasure, excitement coursing through him from his lower regions up through the rest of his body Jake could just barely see it, but Nick by now had an overjoyed look on his face, his eyes and smile wide and open as he drilled himself in as hard as he could. As much fun as Jake was having rocking himself back against his cock, it was becoming more and more enjoyable to just squeeze down to watch the faces that his teacher was making... In a way, Nick?s joy brought him more pleasure than getting split open by the stoat?s shaft. The two were becoming one in the same with every thrust and hard push into the cat?s backside, the cheeks getting stretched open by his length as Jake let out a heavy sigh and drooled a little while his dick spasms and rocketed splash after splash of precum onto the stage floor underneath himself. It was like the act of sex itself was becoming a means to an end, something that brought pleasure just because it was such a thorough way to completely make himself subservient towards the stoat. Jake was whispering things to him now as he bent over and began to force himself in deep enough that he could just lightly work his hips and dip the last few inches to his base in and out, the end of his shaft stretching Jake?s tailhole out with every thrust. Things about how he needed to trust that his boss knew better than him, that his boss had his best intentions in mind, that even if he complained and whined and protested, he would still go along with whatever whoever?s in charge wanted from him. After all, Nick currently had control of him, and he was only making him feel amazing... It was better to give control of himself to someone else. The cat mumbled that to himself as his shaft pulsed and bobbed underneath with every thrust into his tight hole and every command that was sunk into his blanked mind while he obediently shoved himself back until he could feel the ache in his innermost regions, until he could feel Nick?s sack press up against his inner thighs and hear the loud slap of their bodies as they connected. Nick told him that he craved control, to feel a collar and leash around his neck and mind pulling him along to where he needed to be. Jake wanted it beyond rational thought, beyond every argument that he could put forth against it. His member tensed up as he dug himself back onto the mustelid?s shaft, his whole body quivering as he was made to go over those thoughts in repetition, told to hold onto them and roll them around in his mind, get into the meaning of the words until they were practically instinctual.

\tSomewhere around the fifth time he felt his pleasure surge and his member stiffen up while thinking about those wonderful truths, Jake?s whole body suddenly twinged in just the right way as Nick shoved himself up to the hilt and grasped the back of the cat?s head. As he was shoved up into the pole, he let out a ``A-aaaaah!'' as that sudden jolt of pleasure kicked off the orgasm that had been slowly building inside him, making it all the more difficult to keep himself upright and provide an excellent squeeze to the stoat. ``M-mmmmmhhhm...'' Still, he managed, and as his dick began to rocket cum out onto the floor in thick gushes, he could feel Nick beginning to jackhammer himself in with abandon, the metal pressed up against Jake?s cheek as his eyes rolled into his head and his mouth closed in a dizzy smile. It felt like he was being emptied out of so much more than jizz right now, like he was expunging things that would keep him away from being able to reach out and touch this happiness all on his own... It was one of the most intense orgasms that he had ever experienced, like he was being made to wring the cum right out of himself. His knees shook as his back curled and he practically pinned himself between Nick?s legs, the ropes of hot kitty cream shooting out of him suddenly picked up in strength and range for a few more moments as his body was absolutely wracked with sheer sexual bliss. For a while, Nick continued to use his body to the fullest as a wonderful sense of satisfaction and a little bit of an ache started to push through Jake?s mind, rolling from his nearly-emptied mind out through the rest of his body. He could still feel mild, subdued little flashes of pleasure as the stoat laid down on him and pistoned himself in hard enough to make the feline underneath shake. Even as that hot rush of cum that Jake had anticipated and hoped for started to get blasted into his backside, Nick kept on going, seemingly driven by something other than the pleasure that was hitting him hard enough right now to make him unable to respond in any other way than groaning out his pleasure as he kept on pushing in. Jake could feel the fluids roll down his thighs and splash out a bit with every thrust forwards, the heat inside him starting to grow lukewarm as the mustelid worked his tailhole as hard as he could. When that second climax came, it was like breaking an enchantment that had been put on the stoat. Nick suddenly gave a pleased sigh and rested his full body weight down on Jake, leaving the cat to hold him up as he limply rolled his hips and splashed a thin amount of fresh seed into the cat?s body. Jake only smiled wider as he flexed his back muscles and kept himself as straight as possible. Nothing better than seeing someone in control of you happy because of something that you had done...

\tAfter a break to lay down, Jake found himself learning a new routine. Something both effortless and more complex at the same time than what he usually did. The stream of consciousness that was the music never rushed out of his mind as the two of them stayed in the same room for hours, running through pose after pose, stringing them together into dances and full-on acts, letting the rhythm guide him into improvising and learning just how to move his body to catch the attention of everyone around him. A good routine could go on for hours on end and never get boring, flowing from inspiration to inspiration, putting a slut?s body through their paces to show off every inch of their sultry form to a crowd of paying customers. Nick put more and more tools into Jake?s repertoire as the day passed by, his hands stroking across his form, bending and pushing and guiding as he stretched himself out and curled along the metal. He also whispered more things into the cat?s ears... things he could no longer make out anymore, but all the same understood completely. Eventually, his tailhole started to get filled again as Nick worked a vibe into it and cranked it up. ``We need to get you to love this,'' the mustelid said over his shivering whines as his abused tailhole was massaged and buzzed against by the machine, a low undercurrent of excitement starting to pour itself into every movement. ``You need to have your joy wrapped up in the motions, so that every night stops being work and starts becoming playtime.'' Nick did not fuck him again that day, but the toy stayed in the cat for the rest of the afternoon and evening as he learned how to spin and show his ass off, his cheeks framing a pink bullet-shaped pink obstruction in his ass. More than once, he had to stop in the middle of a dance move to shove his hips forwards and let another orgasm ripple out across his body.

\tThe day passed quickly, almost in a blur, as Jake practiced and Nick coached him along. When the stoat said goodbye to him and turned the stereo off, it was like coming out of a dream... a lewd, intense dream. Jake?s member cranked itself up to full mast as he shivered looking back on it. Some of the tracks were still in his head, thumping along with a rhythm that he could just barely keep himself from humming long enough to say goodnight to the stoat and see him out... locking the door behind him and immediately pulling out his phone. He could tell Red anything about what had just happened, about how he had been put under some kind of strange trance and fucked mercilessly by someone that was taking ``teaching'' to a whole new hands-on kind of level... but instead he just sent him a message saying that he was having a lot of fun, that he would be done soon, and that he could not wait to show off what he had learned to him before he went to where he would be sleeping for the night and jumped onto the pole. For the next hour, Jake continued to grind and twist around to the beats that were continuing to thump around in his head, a noise that would only become more muted as they played through his dreams...

\tFor the next two weeks, the routine played itself out over and over again. Nick would bring the stereo in, put it down, and Jake would not try and fight the feelings that came over him as he turned the music on and put him back down deep into trance. He would mount the stage, and then Nick would mount him with an intense hunger. The mustelid would pound him until he could barely stand anymore, all while telling him things that he rapidly realized were facts that he could not argue with or even begin to think were untrue. Then, they would practice for the rest of the day, maybe with something stuffed tight in his ass or wrapped around his member. Occasionally, Nick would switch places with him and let him absolutely rail his tailhole, but this only happened two or three times during the entirety of Jake?s training. The routine never changed too severely, only became more and more engrained in his head as he went to bed more and more horny every night...

\tWet dreams became commonplace. Waking up after them with the memories of what had exactly happened in them became just as common as they became more and more vivid. He could see himself stuffing himself down his mouse lover?s maw, making Red groan out happily as he was forced to take his cock up to the hilt, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his throat bulged out from the amount of cum that he poured down his gullet as he climaxed and grinned wide... Masturbating on stage, all the rules of the club relaxed just for one night as he was allowed to go completely wild with his entertainment... getting pinned to a lavish bed in some high class hotel room by Will as the raccoon stuffed his ass full of cock...

\tThat last one was the most vivid of all the fantasies that his subconscious played out for him. It was also the one out of all of them that gave him pause and made him blush in embarrassment. Will was not hot, he was an asshole. So why was his brain trying to tell him that he was? He gave a little shiver on the final morning, as Nick stopped going over his little spiel about how he had taught him everything that he could and he would be sent back tomorrow to dance for Will again. ``Sorry, was that too lewd? Funny, all my students seem to react the same way, really need to work on my phrasing...'', the mustelid said with a smirk. ``As a dancer working for Will. I don?t expect him to exploit your services to him in a private setting... well, unless you?re really good at it. And he asks.''

\tAfter being let back out of the building, Jake?s first thought was not to head back home. Instead, when Red picked him up, he asked if they could go shopping. ``I need to stretch my legs a bit,'' he said, still a little distant. Humming to himself. When the mouse asked him about the collar he was wearing, he looked in the mirror with a frown at his neck. Sure enough, there was a band of pink fluff around his neck, attached to which there was a metal tag shaped like a pawprint. Jake just started to speak, as if on autopilot, about how the training had made him want to try out a new look for a bit...

\tTwo weeks later, the cat was already mostly settled back into the groove of the strip club. Well, that was not entirely true... He was used to getting back on stage. It was weird... despite all the training he had gone through with Nick, he was still a little tense going into the building at the start of his shift. That may have been because of what he wore to work these days, but... he could not bring himself to put anything else on on work nights. The tight pink shirt that showed off his belly and had ``GROPE ME'' in black text on the back along with a large arrow that pointed down to his ass, the shorts that hugged his ass like they had been painted onto him, and the thong with the straps that pulled out from underneath them and gripped at the sides of his hips... if he was here to show off his body, he was supposed to get his audience titillated even before he went up on-stage and even while he was taking a break at the bar. He knew that it was intensely lewd, and that made him blush and whimper a little, especially when someone took his shirt?s advice and reached down to get a big handful of his cheeks in their palms... but that touch also made him stiffen up in his pants and walk a little faster towards the changing room. Occasionally, it made him also walk past to the private restroom there to rub at himself a little bit before he went out. Red definitely seemed to have his own shameful appreciation of how hot the wear looked on him. There were definitely days where the mouse had left him either with a stiff hard-on or pleasantly drained after a quickie before he went to work...

\tThere was this strange dichotomy now to it all. He could feel himself squirm all the more when he came to the club these days. The frustration over the situation was barely there anymore, replaced with a streak of humiliation and arousal that had been churned together into a discomfort with his job and all that it entailed that Jake would not admit to anyone was not entirely unwelcome. It felt like something raw inside him that started to build whenever he put on his ``casual wear'' and went to drive to the club. It only grew more and more prominent inside him with every comment and cat call about how he was as he walked around the club, every little brush on his ass as he stumbled to get himself a drink for courage. When he was out behind the curtain, waiting for his cue to come out, it was like a heavy thing that extended down from his chest to his crotch, causing him to bite down on his lip and pre into the front of his shaft.

\tAs he stepped out onto the stage, though, and really felt those beats pump through his body and take those well-worn patterns through his soul, it all started to sharpen into an intense focused horniness that nearly made him finger himself on-stage. He had actually used that a few times in some of his dances, just teasing the audience with his body bent over near the crowd, tailhole on full display, his finger trailing between his cheeks and under his tail as he let out an audible whorish groan. When he was up onstage, it was like all the embarrassment burned away into sheer need and an inescapable desire to be seen, like the need to dress in a way that showed his body off crystallized in the eyes of his audience into a full blown exhibition fetish. There had been days recently where he had been so horny that it felt like when he walked out into his routine that he would just go into autopilot... like he would no longer be in control of himself, like another Jake had taken over. He had started to hum to himself on evenings where he totally lost himself, everything about him buzzing with the thudding on the track...

\tNo matter how horny he was though, and he was always horny these days while he was at work, Jake now had a mastery of the dance floor that made him feel like he was no longer learning from the other strippers but had achieved the same amount of sway and skill that they had. When he got up on the pole and bent back against it, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It felt like an extension of himself, really. He would lose clothes when it felt natural, buoyed by the cheers of the aroused and lustful men around him, and soon he would find himself with nothing more than that thong pressed tight against his erect shaft as he gripped his hips around the pole and dry-humped it for the pleasure of the people watching him. It was good to make people happy, and it was even better to be lusted over. The cat could barely keep himself from waiting to pump himself off before his set was over, and channeled his need into improving more and more ways to twist and curl his body around to the music. The tips that he collected now far outstripped the money that he had been bringing in before he visited Nick... and the feeling of having his underwear pulled back so someone could shove dollar bills into the pouch and under the straps was a pleasant bonus.

\tWill had actually told him after a few days back on the job that he needed to coax these feelings...  That raw electric nervousness that eventually blossomed out on the dance floor into wild routines. It was good for business, he said. It was why Jake now had to walk around the club for at least twenty minutes before his set, showing off in the clothes he would strip out of and simmering in the shameful arousal that it brought him. He really really hated the raccoon, but... Even now, as he was heading to talk to him in his office again, he was blushing thinking about him. About the strong tone of voice he always had. The way he asserted himself so perfectly... it made every order tickle in the back of his mind as he thought about them and carried them out. Made his tail flick up and his tailhole clench instinctively.

\tNo, he needed to stop thinking those thoughts. Bad idea to go in and talk business while he was horny. So many ways things could go wrong if he went into Will?s office with a boner... The cat stopped at the door for a while, still partially dressed in just a thong and shirt after finishing a set, and steadied himself for a few moments, waiting for his member to soften up in his pants.

\tIt was all so useless. The moment he opened the door and saw the slightly chubby raccoon behind his desk, he could feel himself starting to crank back up to full mast at record speed just from seeing that smirk on his face and that cigar in his mouth. The office may have positively stunk of smoke, but it reeked of power and control, and Jake practically rushed his way towards the seat in front of the raccoon in order to have some desk covering the otherwise-obvious boner that he had. ``Look at you! Obviously hating every second of being near me before I sent you off, now you?re rushing to come and talk whenever I ask for you.'' Will laughed hard.  ``Nick really worked some sense into you, huh?'' Jake tried to answer with a ``Yes'', the word coming to his head, but he just gulped the syllable down and tried to stare him in the face. Forced himself not to linger on the way that Will just radiated confidence and instead see him as a person. ``I called you in today to tell you that I?ve been doing something of a performance review of how you?ve been doing. A little before-and-after, y?know? Gotta say, I?m impressed with how much you?ve improved.'' He only seemed to grin wider. ``Two weeks and you?re suddenly showing off how much of a slut you are without letting how much you hate this get in the way.''

\t``W-well, I don?t hate this...'' Jake looked away from him. As he did, though, he could hear Will?s chair suddenly scooch forwards as the raccoon leaned forwards and grasp him by the collar to make lock eyes with him once more.

\t``You do, though. Or did you just forget what you were like before I sent you to Nick?'' The raccoon?s teeth glinted in the light as he hooked the tip of one of his pudgy fingers through the small ring on his collar and kept Jake focused on him. ``Agitated. Uncomfortable. Unwilling to work here. We?ve taken care of all but one...'' Suddenly, the raccoon?s muzzle was pressed up to his, and Jake hated the fact that he practically nuzzled up against the ringtail as he pushed his lips into the kiss and let Will shove his tongue in. He hated it, but he absolutely loved the feeling of being brought to heel like this. Of having all that frustration and forced repression and the knowledge that Will was a criminal and terrible for him pushed to the side in favor of the fact that he was one of the sexiest people that he knew now. Jake could still taste a bit of the smoke on his breath as he pulled the cat forwards across the table, cigar placed to the side in an ashtray, body pulled across wood and knocking down knickknacks and cups full of fountain pens as the raccoon brought him across and splayed him out, breaking the kiss  and then standing up straight. Jake blushed hard as Will?s stomach gently pressed against his middle, eyes heading past the light curve there towards the sizable tent just underneath his belt. ``That second one? That?s turned into something else entirely. No, you don?t hate this. You love this.'' Jake?s eyes were locked on the raccoon?s bulge as he started to undo his belt. ``You love the fact that you?re starting to break and end up like all the other sluts around here, even if you?ve still got that little bit of yourself that?s going to scream at you when this is done. Oh, he?s using the fact that you want to ride his dick to talk you into parading yourself around like a cheap whore! How terrible, he?s making you do what deep down you know what you?d want to do!'' The metal clasp clinked apart as he unfastened it and shift his pants down to his ankles, his boxers holding back his sizable dick... ``I?m tired of being all quiet about how much I want to see you willingly fill your tailhole. I bet you?d agree to stick around past your contract if it means getting to work my cock every so often.''

\t``I-I would,'' Jake blurted out before he could stop himself. Did he really have to mean it? Anything to get that dick shoved right down his throat. Anything. ``You won?t even have to pay me anymore.'' Will laughed as the cat said that. ``Just getting to get pinned underneath you and fucked until I can?t think straight is enough.''

\t``You?re already not thinking straight, you idiot,'' Will said as he grasped the sides of his underwear and pulled them down, his fat shaft wobbling out heavy and already glistening at the front with a bead of precum. ``I?m just too much to handle for you. Let?s see if my cock?s too much to handle for your mouth...'' Jake was already opening his mouth wide as the raccoon reached out, gripped at his sides, and began to push himself in deep into his muzzle... Every argument in his mind about why he needed to stop, immediately, and take back what he had just said evaporated in the heat that radiated off Will?s crotch and the pleasure that came from working at his shaft. ``You?re still getting paid. Only fair, after all, if you?re going to be working as my personal escort. It?s been a while since I?ve had a slut in the office thirsty for my cock.'' Jake blushed furiously at the word. He was such a slut for Will. A total degradated whore. He ground himself against the desk, his dick sandwiched against his belly and the wood, and groaned needily around the member that was nearly parked against the back of his throat as he found himself losing what little control he had over himself. Anything to get off. Anything to please him. ``Fuck, look at you. Don?t cum yourself before I do, I want you practically begging to let me fingerbang you until you spurt all over your chest.'' That was not an order to slow down, though, and pretty soon the cat started to try and work his head a little on the raccoon?s shaft as he started to slowly pull himself back with a grimace and a hot blush. It was in so deep, though, and it was so thick... hard not to gag himself on the fat cock when he wanted to desperately please his boss.

\tWhen Will gave his first real thrust into Jake?s maw, he caught the cat as he had been trying to follow along while the raccoon pulled out, stretching his head out and leaving him unable to react in time before he was deep-throated by that throbbing and swelling member. Jake coughed a little, and his eyes went wide, but soon he was used to the feeling of being that plugged full of dick, and he did his best to close his lips around the shaft as his boss started to pump it back and forth in between his supple maw, rolling his flesh in between that tight opening and grunting softly as he seemed to center his cock in that entrance right at a prominent vein on his shaft and rock back and forth for a bit. The cat was grateful that Will was giving him more time to worship over his length before he started practically smashing his tonsils with it again, and he started to make the most of it as he curled his tongue up to the bottom of the raccoon?s shaft and began to slurp and lick at it, feeling the way it surged against his tongue as he teased at it, the way that it forced his mouth open wider and wider by just lingering there... Everything about this was driving Jake wild and reinforcing just how submissive he felt around his boss. He looked up for a moment at Will?s face as he pursed his lips and sucked at the hard flesh, tasted it and shuddered at the feeling of fluids hitting the back of his maw. He still had that smirk on his face, even as it was tempered by the little twinges of pleasure that he got as Jake suckled on his shaft and slowly pulled his tongue across his sensitive flesh.

\t``You?re so fucking good at this... so good!'' Without warning, Will started to buck his hips forwards again, and this time, he did not slow down as he pulled out. ``I?m going to have to see how well you can r-ride my shaft next time we do this!'' Instead, he started to ram himself into the cat?s mouth over and over again as the feline underneath him mewled and worked his head as best as he could under the sheer excited onslaught that Will had started to put out. Every thrust forwards was accompanied with the addicting feeling of that wet skin sliding across his lips and tongue, his mouth and throat muscles tightening around the shaft and drawing out hard masculine vocalizations from the raccoon as he moaned out his pleasure and let Jake know just how much he was pleasing him. Right now, almost all his thoughts had pulled down around two subjects: how he needed to suck harder on Master?s shaft, and how he needed to keep him as happy and horny as he was right now. The slightly salty taste of pre at the back of his throat became a driving force that pushed him to squeeze more and more of Will?s dick down his throat as he eased himself into breathing with his nose and stuffing himself full of cock. His climax would taste even better tinged with the knowledge that he had utterly blown his Master?s mind with his cocksucking skills.

\tWill?s paws scratched little grooves in Jake?s fur as the raccoon idly massaged and dug his nails into the cat?s shoulders while he plunged himself forwards over and over again, practically burying Jake?s nose into his crotch fuzz and tickling at his nostrils with the wiry coarse hairs there. ``Hnnnnfh!'' Will practically punctuated the noise with another thick slap, thighs slamming into the table a little as he drilled himself in hard into the cat?s maw. ``I bet you?d even fuck the guests if I got to watch and jerk off to it... nah, I want this mouth all to myself... n-nnnh...!'' Jake gripped tight to the sides of the desk to steady himself as the raccoon slammed himself in with enough force to make him slide back a little across the surface of it. His whole body trembled with sheer need, his cock aching as he pushed down against the wood and let his juices pool out in a thin puddle around the tip of his shaft. Would he jerk himself off later thinking about what he had done here? Maybe. It would be through an ashamed blush, and he would immediately attempt to forget that it had ever happened, but it would be one of the most powerful orgasms that he had ever experienced if it did happen. For right now, he could not reach down and touch at himself, even if his dick ached with need and grinding against the table was not enough to put him over the edge but just have him ride the line... There were better things to focus on right now than getting himself off. Master had ordered him to focus on not making too much of a mess before he finished, after all.

\tThe more that Will rocked himself hard into Jake?s face, the more the cat started to gulp loudly in between sucks as his cheeks slowly began to fill up with more and more precum. After a couple of rounds of this, and as Will?s shaft splurted out more and more fluid, Jake?s cheeks were bloated out before every thick swallow he took. The raccoon might as well have been a tanuki considering how much those thick balls swinging between his thighs were producing. Again and again, Will drove himself hard into the cat?s face, using his mouth like the sex toy that he had become. His slightly pudgy stomach mooshed against the top of his head every time that he forced himself in as deep as he could. Will had taken to grasping down the cat?s body and squeezing at his ass now as he leaned further against the cat, trying to drive himself even deeper, get every inch of his member worked at by the feline underneath him. His fingers locked into the buttflesh there as he bent his elbows and arched his back in a way that seemed like he was putting as much effort as he could into eking that last little bit of cock into the cat?s maw as he could. Jake was doing his best to try and keep up with the raccoon?s desires, nuzzling into his torso as he sucked and licked over everything that he was given, the increasingly sticky confines of his mouth lubed up into the perfect orifice for Will to fuck... at least, that was what Jake hoped. It definitely did feel to him like the raccoon was getting closer and closer to hosing down his throat with his ringtail cream in a few minutes, at the very most. His thrusts were starting to get slower, more measured, and every so often Will would pause to catch his breath, every pant tinged with desperation like he wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.

\tHe really saw it coming when his shaft started to give those short little pulses after every thrust, that internal struggle to hold out just barely being won at the moment by the raccoon and slipping more and more in the favor of his body?s aching need to release. Jake was determined to tilt the balance. As Will started to slow down, he took over once again, swirling the tip of his tongue around against his slit and the little crevice just under the curve of his cockhead. He could hear Will?s breathing pick up as he did so, a bewildered smirk on the raccoon?s face, as he brought his hands back up to Jake?s shoulders and squeezed down. ``O-oh fuck...'', he breathed out as Jake swished it back and forth and prepared himself to be utterly drowned in a cascade of jizz down his throat. ``I... I can?t...'' The feline gave him an impish look as he rolled his tongue around the head of his shaft, working in little circles with a grin. ``M-mmmmmmmfh!'' As the raccoon?s whole form tensed up, Jake waited to feel the rush of fluids roll down his throat...

\tSoon, he got exactly what the both of them wanted. He closed his eyes and just focused on loving the feeling of cum splattering down his throat, the first gush of it hitting the back of his mouth with a small impact, like slightly melted gelatin sloshing against the flesh there. He swallowed audibly as Will drained himself into his waiting mouth, his throat visibly stretching over the contents of every gulp as he just kept up with the flow pouring down into him and kept sucking until Will could give him nothing else...

\tAs he rested there with his boss? cock lodged deep in his mouth, his own shaft twitched and trembled, just on the edge, but he could not bring himself to touch it, not when the reality of what he had done was now sliding its way down to his stomach. Will grunted and slowly pulled himself out of Jake?s mouth up to the lips before stopping for a moment. ``Hah, are you getting self-conscious?'' The cat gave a little whine as the dick popped out of his maw, unable to look him in the eyes or even speak to him as he prepped to walk back out the door. ``Enjoy the rest of your shift!''

\tAfter he had gotten dressed again, Jake pushed his thumb across his chin and lips and gently brushed the cream there aside, his cheeks bright red as he stumbled his way back towards the bathroom. That blush only burned brighter as some of the patrons commented on his matted wet fur around his muzzle. ``Hey, if you?re sucking cocks, you wanna give me a quickie?'' ``You do handjobs too, kitty cat?'' ``How big was he? Need someone to take care of your backdoor too?'' Why had he done that? He... he knew why. Jake shuddered as he told himself to stop lying.

\tThe worst part of all this was that he could remember what Nick had done to him, and he both no longer cared and did not want to seek out anything that would help him recover from the spineless slut that he had become. No matter how much he prepared himself for the next time he talked to Will, no matter how much of his confidence he got back, no matter how much he told himself that they were going to renegotiate the addition to the contract that they had just set forth... he would have it in writing soon, and the cat would sign it before the raccoon fucked his face again. Maybe this time he would end up underneath his desk...

\tAnother half a month later, the pawpad tag on Jake?s collar now had text etched on it. It said that he was now property of Will?s strip club, and had an address on where to return him to if he ever ``went stray''.

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