‘Not good,’ Alex thought, holding the water bottle up to the sun. Swishing it around, the clear life-giving fluid only filled about a quarter of the bottle. He had another bottle, but it was in his other bag and that was on a fast track to who-the-fuck-knows-where. Goddamn Bible Thumpers. You’d think in this day and age they’d seen a skunk with dyed blue hair and nose ring before. Or at the very least one who didn’t fit into their cookie-cutter ideas of gender. Sometimes a guy wanted to dress for comfort, and comfort in the middle of the desert meant cutoff jean shorts and light tank top with his sweater knotted around his waist. He shouldn’t have even taken the ram up on the offer; from the “I Heart Jesus” and Leviticus 18 bumper stickers to the crucifix dangling from the windshield he screamed “Westboro Baptist.” But the skunk’s feet were aching and it was encouraging that he stopped for him in the first place. Bad idea of the day numero uno. A couple hours later he was wrestling his backpack away from the raving lunatic, the car spinning off in a cloud of choking dust before he could get hold of his suitcase. Left screaming obscenities as he watched his phone, wallet, and clothes along with his rented wedding tux rapidly disappearing on the horizon before devolving into defeated sobs. Stranded out on some godforsaken deserted highway with the buzzards and rattlesnakes. Popping the top off his water bottle he allowed himself two small sips to wet his rapidly drying throat. He could easily have downed the rest of it there and now but with circumstances the way they were he had to think ahead. There was no guarantee any other cars would be coming through here any time soon. For the time being, whether he liked it or not he was going to have to face the real possibility of spending the night out here. Less than favorable with the lack of camping supplies and scanty clothes. He should have put an emergency change in his backpack. Hindsight’s 20/20 when you’re probably going to freeze to death. ‘Just don’t think about it. Keep walking. There has to be a rest stop some time.’ Just keep walking. He kept saying that to himself, but mile after mile trailed behind him with still no sign of civilization in sight. The sun had shifted from its oppressive position hanging above him midday to cresting the red mountains, blanketing the valley in shadow and bringing with it a growing chill. His sweater did little to help his bare legs; all his warm clothes were in the other bag. Soon enough he was shivering uncontrollably, clenching his teeth together hard enough to hurt so they wouldn’t chatter. Night was beginning to set, and as far as Alex could see there was only an empty road ahead of him. Out in the dark a feral coyote howled, joined together by his pack mates into a wailing cacophony. The sound unnerved him. Like the souls of hitchhikers past were calling out. Though far from religious, he found himself praying to whatever higher power he could think of old and new. ‘I’ll do anything if you just don’t let me die here. I’ll change my life, I’ll dedicate myself to serving you. Just please help me out here.’ *HOOOOONK* The blare of a semi horn. Over a hill to his back, the road was illuminated by a pair of blinding high beams. *HOOOOONK, HOOOOONK* Shielding his eyes, Alex began desperately waving his arm, hoping against hope the lights would outline his dark furred form and the driver would stop. ‘Please God let them see me.’ Growing closer and closer with no signs of stopping, he felt his stomach drop. ‘He doesn’t see me.’ Lowering his arms, he resorted to simply sticking his thumb out in the age-old gesture of hitching a ride as the loaded semi blasted past him. ‘He doesn’t see me...’ Tears of bitter defeat began to well in the corner of his eyes. ‘That’s it. I’m done-’ The sudden screech of brakes made him jump. A couple yards ahead the semi flashed it’s lights and struggled onto the roadside before shuddering to a stop, steam slowly rising from the exhaust. The driver’s side window rolled open in a plume of smoke and a muscled arm beckoned Alex over. He approached cautiously. He’d already had his fill of crazy country hicks for the day, and wasn’t looking to be some hillbilly psycho’s next sweetheart. The driver was a buck, older, with a tipped back red trucker cap situated between his antlers. Beefy, judging by the arms but Alex knew most trucker’s weren’t going to be sporting a six pack from sitting on their asses all day. A cigar sat at the corner of his mouth, it’s red tip glowing bright as he took a drag and blew the choking smoke out his nostrils in the skunk’s face making his eyes water. “Well, well well,” rumbled the buck, leaning out the window and grinning down at him. “Seems to be yer lucky day, little fella.” “I wouldn’t say that, if you knew the day I’ve had,” Alex replied plaintively, huddled in his sweater with the hood pulled up and trying not to shiver. “I’m trying to get to my sister's wedding back home in Philly but my dumbass brother forgot to call and say he couldn’t pick me up at the Greyhound stop back in Houston. Tried to get a ride but some asshole drove off with my stuff and ditched me out here. Been walking since noon. Mind if I get a ride into the next town?” He really didn’t want to ride with this guy but circumstances barred any argument. He could smell the buck’s musk from here, and something under it...he wasn’t certain, but he thought it was cum. The hulking cervine frowned, muscular arms crossed on the windowsill. “Sorry to hear that, but ‘fraid I got some bad news for ya, city boy. You just so happened to get left in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, Texas.” He pointed at the road emphatically. “This here’s the old Route 66, kid. No one comes this way now ‘cept a couple tourists n’ truckers gettin’ around the interstate traffic. Closest thing to any kind of town is Merryworth, and that’s still a good half day’s drive away according to the GPS.” “Half a day’s drive?” Alex asked incredulously. “How long is this fucking highway!?” “Too goddamn long, ask me” groaned the buck, shifting in his seat and spitting a gob of snot onto the road. He eyed the skunk piteously, his sight lingering for a moment on his effeminate shape--particularly his wide hips rounding into a firm girlish ass displayed so lasciviously by his cutoffs. “Look, bud, I ain’t gonna drive through the night for ya. But there’s a nice stop a friend of mine runs not too far from here. How ‘bout we head over there, get a bite to eat and ya can figure it out in the morning? My treat.” “R-really?” He could deal with the smell if it meant getting out of the cold and a hot meal in his belly. Hell, he’d suck the guys dick if it meant that and a place to sleep for the night, and without any other form of repayment it was looking more and more certain he’d be paying for the ride with his body. Alex just hoped he could convince him to wash up before that. The buck nodded. “Head over to the passenger side bud, I’ll crank up the heater. Ya look like you could use some warming up.” Bad idea of the day numero dos. The smell was far stronger inside. Pulling open the heavy passenger side door his nose was assaulted with a wave of musk mixed with tobacco, and the sharp scent of what was for sure now cum. The seat and floor were covered with dirty clothes haphazardly thrown to the side for want of any kind of hamper alongside old burger wrappings and empty styrofoam coffee cups. The buck himself wasn’t too bad, though it was clear middle age had hit him hard. A beer gut spilled over his belt, poking out under a tight wife-beater and unbuttoned checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Faded jeans clearly outlined a sizable cock straining against their tight confines. Alex gulped unconsciously. ‘That thing’s huge, how the fuck am I gonna get that in my mouth!?’ “Sorry ‘bout the mess,'' chuckled the buck, grabbing a pair of boxers and tossing them back into the sleeper cabin. “Didn’t exactly expect to be havin’ company right now, mind helpin’ me clear this stuff out?” “Er, s-sure.” Alex tried to work as fast as possible, trying his best to avoid any underwear. Following the deer’s example he threw them behind the seats into a growing pile. Picking up a sweat-soaked shirt off the floor he found a magazine with a nude cheetah on the cover. Not wholly unexpected (probably most truckers had some kind of “personal relief”) but what unnerved --and aroused-- Alex more was the theme. “Barely-Legal S&M” titled the dirty mag, and the cheetah was clearly wrapped up in a leather harness, his arms pinned underneath him with his legs bound ankle-to-thigh and forced to spread wide showing off his hard spined cock. A ring of spiked leather wrapped around the base of his dick, and a metal ring encircled his engorged balls. Staring seductively at the camera and trying to smile over the ring gag in his muzzle, the lithe spotted cat sat on some kind of bed, sinking into the silk sheets surrounding him. “Jailbait Jaden Sharpe bares it all in this 9-page spread featuring Gemini Taylor and Jo Steele,” the headline read. “BDSM, oral, anal, group, plus exclusive interview for his upcoming movie ‘Daddy Isssues’! (p.g 9-18)” Blushing and growing more than a little hard Alex’s ears unconsciously flattened against his head as he heard the buck laughing over him. “Forgot where that was” he chortled, scooping the magazine up. “Pretty hot, eh? He’s a real fine piece of tail.” “I guess,” Alex huffed, pulling himself into the cab and sitting his backpack over his lap. His boner was getting uncomfortable against his cutoffs. “Didn’t expect a guy like you to be into that kinda thing.” “Oh you'd be surprised what guys like me are into, city boy.” He looked pointedly at Alex’s covered lap. “Seems I’m not the only one. That something ya pick up at college? Maybe had a boyfriend tie ya up a little?” “Can we just go, please?” The sooner he was away from this guy the better. He was bad news. Fuck the food, find someone else and get the hell out. Spray him if he had too. Though in the back of his mind he considered just how on-point the buck was. College so far had been bittersweet. Free from overbearing parents for the first time in his life, and almost the entire continental U.S. away, he’d for the first time openly explored the curiosities that for so long had been limited to his computer screen and fantasies alone with his door locked. Concerts, parties and sex. Not to mention Wyatt. His big, strong Komodo. Who loved more than anything to pin him against a wall and fuck his brains out, forcing his fingers into the skunk’s mouth. Who in his tender moments would play with a bound Alex’s hair while they lounged on his dorm bed, gently cooing about their future together. Who nearly gave him a black eye when Alex told him he couldn’t bring him to the wedding, and still hadn’t returned any of his calls or texts up until his phone was lost. “Well sure bud, just pullin’ your leg a little. No need to be sore.” Jerking the truck into gear they bounced back onto the asphalt before finally smoothing out. Pulling out an old zippo lighter the buck relit his cigar, filling the enclosed cabin with thick bluish smoke. “You got a name, by the way? ‘Less ya like me callin’ ya ‘bud’ all the time. Don’t matter to me.” “Alex.” He left it at that, he didn’t want this guy trying to track him down after he left. The buck nodded lightly, extending a large hand out while he kept his eyes on the road. “Friends call me Red.” The skunk’s hand all but disappeared in Red’s crushing grip, forced up and down in a rough handshake. “Pleased to meet ya, Alex. So, was I at least right yer coming from college?” “Sure,” Alex sighed. He supposed as long as he wasn’t asking about his friends or family, making small talk was okay. “Humboldt State.” “Ahh, Redwood country. Awful lot of hippies, but goddamn do they grow some good ganja. You holding?” “Uh, n-no, I actually never had any yet.” That was partially a lie. Well into his third year, Wyatt was an avid pothead. He loved to light up before and after a long session of kissing, sucking and fucking. Though never actually smoking any himself, Alex caught enough secondhand smoke to get a little giggly a couple times. He really didn’t enjoy the paranoia it brought with it, though. “Damn shame,” mused Red. “Woulda’ livened the mood up a little. Though prolly set yer neck on fire out here, dry as it is.” “Speaking of which,” Alex interjected, holding up his own empty water bottle and giving it a shake. “You have any water to spare? My throat’s killing me, and that cigar isn’t doing me any favors.” The buck grunted, stubbing the remainder of his cigar into an overflowing ashtray. “Should be a couple’a bottles in the glovebox.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it-” Two bottles of water sat next to a chrome steel .38 revolver and a box of bullets. There was no point in asking if it was real; the rest of his family were gun nuts. He’d been out shooting enough times to tell real from fake. “Is that thing loaded?” He asked tensely. He knew it was a longshot, but there was the real possibility of an accidental discharge with it bouncing around in the glovebox. Even if it wasn’t pointed at him, a bullet ricocheting could cause a wreck. Red glanced over, reaching down and jerking the gearshift to 3 as they rose up an incline. “That? Oh lord, no. Regulations say ya gotta keep it unloaded ‘less yer gettin’ robbed. Big load’a shit, you ask me. How the hell am I gonna load a revolver when they’re ‘ready locked n’ loaded?” Placated (at least for the moment,) Alex pulled out a bottle. It was a reused disposable plastic bottle, the kind you could get a 24 pack for a couple dollars at the store, stripped of its label and probably filled with tap water. “Have you ever had to use it?” He asked, taking a long swig and feeling his throat turn to fire. Whatever was in that bottle, it certainly wasn’t water. Gulping convulsively he fell into a fit of coughing, growing light-headed as he felt Red’s strong hand pounding his back and chuckling. “Sorry ‘bout that, bud.” He smiled, taking the bottle out of Alex’s hand. “Slipped my mind that’s where the booze is too, and I never got ‘round to puttin’ a label on it. Other bottle’s water for sure.” “What the fuck was that?” Gasped Alex, tears streaming. Seizing the other bottle and cracking the top he downed half the bottle to rinse the taste out of his mouth. “Vodka,” Red stated matter-of-factly. “Cop pulls you over you gonna show him you got a half-full fifth’a Kentucky in your box? No, thanks. Just a couple bottles’a water, officer, see ya later, sit and spin.`` “You drink and drive?” Alex rasped. On his empty stomach the booze was already starting to hit him and he rested his forehead against the cool window. His head was swimming. ‘Please God don’t let me throw up.’ “Hell no.” Red frowned. “A nip or two when ya bunk down helps when your sleepin’ on the road. As for the pistol, never had to fire it at a person. Did scare the shit outta a couple punks thought they could take me with some bats. Lemme tell ya, that feeling invincible shit dies the second yer lookin’ down the barrel of a gun. You ok, bud? Look a little green around the gills.” Even just shaking his head ‘no’ sent a bout of nausea surging through Alex’s stomach. He hated being drunk. “Don’t worry, buddy.” Red gave a reassuring pat on the slim skunk’s shoulder. “We’ll be there in no time. You’ll feel better with a plate’a somethin’ hot in ya. Place serves breakfast all day.” “That sounds nice…” murmured Alex. Closing his eyes helped with the worst of the nausea. Maybe he could stay for the meal, then convince some other guy to get out for a roll in the hay. “Do they have pancakes?” “Sure do,” smirked the buck. “So a stack of flapjacks it is, maybe some sausage on the side…” He nodded off before he heard the rest. -- Alex was jerked awake by the buck’s strong hand shaking him. Beset by the usual confusion of waking up in an unfamiliar place, he saw they were parked alongside a row of other semi’s hauling trailers. Out in front of them sat the truck stop, some kind of old diner with shaded windows next to a line of gas pumps. A sign was situated next to the road, it’s neon tube lights coiling into the name of the establishment, “Ladybird’s.” A caricature of an effeminate cat boy dressed in drag laid above the name, lights blinking on and off giving the impression he was kicking his high-heeled feet behind him playfully and winking. “This is the place?” He asked thickly. His mouth felt full of cotton. Red offered him the water bottle and he gratefully gulped it down. “Sure is. Don’t let the outside fool ya though; this place is older than you are. Most of the refurbishment goes on inside.” He pointed a thick finger up at the sign. “Family-run thing. Daughter owns it now - sure I’ll get to introduce ya. She can help you out for sure.” Cracking open the door and heaving out of his seat onto the loose gravel he looked at Alex quizzically. “You comin’? There’s a stack of flapjacks with your name on ‘em.” Alex didn’t respond. Something wasn’t right. His gut was screaming to run away - whatever laid beyond that door was trouble. Just spray the buck in the face and take off...where? Into the desert? Visions of rattlesnakes and scorpions and packs of ravenous ferals dissuaded him. He’d need to- “Hellooo? Earth to Alex the city boy.” “Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I’m coming.” Shaking his head Alex followed. Bad idea of the day numero tres, but he would realize this too late. The interior was not dissimilar to the stereotypical Hooters, complete with glaring neon beer signs that hurt Alex’s eyes. A bar lined one wall, well stocked and attended by a tall kangaroo woman in ripped jeans and a sleeveless shirt absently polishing mugs and watching an MMA match on the overhead TV. Not that she had much to attend to, the only other person at the counter being a fat boar nursing a boilermaker. The main area was open space likely for dancing, with the other walls lined by red leather upholstered booths populated with truckers like Red drinking, laughing and pestering the servers. The servers. Alex gulped. Instead of the traditional busty girls in tight shirts and hot pants, heavily made up effeminate guys crossdressed in colorful wigs, leather crop tops and matching micro skirts tottered atop heels carrying food and drink laden trays. The establishment’s name was emblazoned on each boy’s shirt, cut high to show off their stomachs and the valleys of their crotch. Each server wore red leather wrist and ankle cuffs, tiny padlocks swinging off them showing they weren’t coming off any time soon. One server, a twinky lion with the name tag “Paulette” hanging off his ear like a feral, wore a cock gag; the thick canid dick caused him to choke and gurgle as he struggled to balance a tray of wings and beer. Another one, a pony named “Candy,” wore an intricate bit gag harness and a leather armbinder, his tray hanging from a pair of chains connected to rings through his nipples stretching them taut. Those not gagged wore plastic smiles as they were groped, pinched, made to sit on the greasy truckers’ laps and flirt with them or worse. Alex watched a chubby sun bear forced to his knees, wrists chained behind his back and made to unzip an alligator’s fly with his teeth and extricate his throbbing, scaly erection from his boxers. Watched him nuzzle the thick gator dick, wrapping his long tongue around it like a popsicle before taking it into his mouth. Egged on by the others in the booth, taking it down his throat with some work much to the truckers surprise and pleasure. “Kelly’s a natural, ain’t she?” Red chuckled, taking hold of Alex’s forearm preemptively as he tried to turn. The skunk felt something hard press between his shoulder blades; the revolver. “No sudden moves, now. Don’t even think of sprayin’ me. Hands out of yer pockets. Be a shame to have to plug ya. Just move nice and slow over to that booth over there and have a seat. I still owe you a meal, and ya can ask me anything ya want. Understand?” Nodding numbly, Alex let the buck gently lead him to an empty booth, pushed down onto the seat with his hands laid flat on the table. Across from them the sun bear drew cheers as he finally coaxed a load out of the gator, the swell far too much for him to handle as he spluttered, painted with the reptile’s thick cum. His head forced to the ground by an engine-oil smeared boot, he was made to lick up the spilled jizz off the floor. “Ahh, always good to see a bitch who knows her place,” sighed Red, settling down opposite Alex (one hand below the table) and looking over. “That one sure had a mouth on her, first time we met. Kept complainin’ ‘bout my dirty laundry. Couldn’t even wait to get to the diner, bitch was doin’ my head in so bad. Changed her tune when I stuffed a pair of boxers in her loud mouth and taped it up good, though.” “What the fuck is this?” Watching the bear docilely lick up the gator’s cum terrified Alex, almost more than the gun still trained on him. The look in his eyes...like there wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be. Like he was enjoying the degradation. “Like I said before,” smiled the buck as he flagged down a short red squirrel. “This is my buddy’s place, and we’re gettin’ somethin’ to eat. Flapjacks, right?” “Cut the shit,” Alex growled. “You just stuck a fucking gun in my back.” “Oh, don’t worry too much about that,” Red said dismissively, grabbing the menu as the squirrel strolled up. His crop top was cut higher, showing off his pecs and stud-pierced nipples and instead of a skirt he wore a thong that conformed tight to his sizable bulge. The tag hanging from his ear read ‘Hannah.’ “Heya Red, long time no see.” The squirrel talked with a forced high, effeminate tone. There was a clicking sound when he talked and looking closer Alex could see the shiny chrome of a tongue stud in his mouth as it clacked against his bucks. He glanced over at Alex. “Who’s the babe?” Alex felt himself blush and looked down as they laughed. “Hannah, this here’s Alex.” Introduced Red. “Poor guy got himself stranded out in the desert tryin’ to get home. Told him I could help him out, and promised him a nice stack of flapjacks. Mind puttin’ a couple orders in for us, doll?” “Yes, sir!” Bowing submissively, Hannah turned to hurry away but Red caught the femboy’s arm. “While you’re at it, let Miss LB know I’m here with a boy who needs a little help.” The squirrel’s ears dropped, eyes widening as he looked at Alex. “Er, y-yes sir. Right away.” Alex looked on anxiously as he scurried away into the back. “Who’s LB?” Red looked at him like he was an idiot, pulling out a leather cigar case. Clipping the end off and lighting it he blew a cloud of smoke into the skunk’s face, waving his hand around to the scantily-clad staff. “Your folks paid for fancy-pants college and you can’t even put 2 and 2 together? LB, Ladybird? My buddy? Any of this ringing a bell in that little sissy faggot brain’a yer’s? Or is it just too caught up in the thought’a dicks all around ya?” “S-shut up!” Alex felt his fists clench. If not for the gun he probably would have jumped across the table at him. “Easy boy,” warned the buck. “Wouldn’t want to startle me now. I’m just yankin’ yer chain.” “Fuck you,” Alex spat. “Just give me a straight answer, what the hell is this?” “A business,” rumbled a deep voice behind Alex, feeling a huge hand rest on his shoulder. Turning he saw a tall, muscled grey wolfess dressed in jeans and a loose tee shirt looming over him. “What the fuck does it look like?” Red grinned wide, leaning back in his seat. “How’s it goin’ LB? Business looks good.” The wolf shrugged. “Can’t complain, just sent a shipment out to the guys in KC. See you got yourself a fresh one here. What’s his name?” “Call’s himself Alex,” smirked Red, watching her slide in next to the wide-eyed skunk. “Poor guy got himself stranded out in the middle’a nowhere. Make matters worse, he doesn’t have any money for gas, or weed.” Ladybird tsked, shaking her head as she moved closer, boxing Alex in with his back to the wall. Reaching out she gently brushed a lock of electric blue hair out from his eyes, looking him up and down like a cut of meat. “Now that’s a damn shame, couldn’t follow the basic rules of hitching.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex asked nervously, raising his hands up. “Look, if you want money my family can pay. Just please don't hurt me.” Their bellowing laughter made him jump. “That’s a good one sweetie,” snorted LB, wiping a tear out of her eye. “City kids thinking they can buy their way outta anything.” Behind her Alex saw Hannah appear with their order, wide eyes fixated on his boss and a forced smile on his muzzle. His hands were trembling. “Order up!” The squirrel's voice cracked as he laid the plates of griddle cakes topped with butter down in front of them with a jar of syrup. “Anything else I can get you?” Dribbling a generous helping of syrup on Alex’s plate, LB rolled a pancake up and popped it into her mouth. “Yeah,” she mumbled around the mouthful of food, jerking her thumb over to the skunk boy sitting next to her, terrified. “Got ourselves a new recruit. Go downstairs and get us an initiation kit. Be quick about it, or it’s your ass.” “Yes Ma’am!” The affirmation all but shouted before turning tail and disappearing once more. Alex had never felt more helpless as the she-wolf helped herself to another one of his pancakes, Red digging into his own stack. “Sure you don’t want any, bud?” Asked the buck casually. He had placed the revolver down next to him on the table to eat. “These flapjack’s are to die for.” Flapjacks. Seeing the gun sitting there, something snapped in Alex’s head. Wyatt’s face flashed in front of his eyes. ‘I have to get out of here.’ “They’re called pancakes you fucking hick psycho!” Screaming, seizing hold of the gun he aimed it at a nonplussed Red, squeezing the trigger. *Click* *Click* *Click* The dry sound of the hammer coming down on an empty cylinder filled the suddenly deathly silent bar. Looking down he pulled the trigger once more. *Click* Nothing. The gun was unloaded. A feeling of light-headedness began to overtake him as his wrist was grabbed, twisted, the gun yanked out of his limp fingers. Face forced flat against the table by LB’s overpowering strength, his arms twisted up behind his back to the breaking point. Feeling something loop around his wrists and elbows before drawing painfully tight, his cry of pain was interrupted by a metal ring forced between his teeth held in place with leather straps around his head. “Now that was ballsy,” Red mused, holding Alex up by his hair. “Stupid, but ballsy. Can’t say many boys tried that one. Suppose ya get points for ingenuity.” “Not like that matters much with what you’re gonna be doing,” quipped LB, dragging Alex out of the booth to his feet in front of the grinning customers and tentative servers. Turning, she addressed the crowd. “What do you say ladies and gents, wanna see what the new recruit here has to work with?” With a roar of assent from the truckers, the she-wolf produced a hunting knife equipped with a small bladed hook on one end. A gut hook, his dad called it. For dressing down prey. “Don’t struggle now,” warned LB, grabbing the collars of his hoodie and shirt. Slipping the hook in place she pulled down and his clothes fell in two pieces, cut away from his arms until he stood in his frayed cutoffs. The lecherous gazes of the trucker’s made him blush, his ears growing hot. Loosening his belt and unbuttoning his fly LB jerked his cutoffs and briefs down to his ankles freeing his cock to the laughter of his audience. “Look how small it is!” “You call that thing a dick?” “More like a toothpick!” “Lock that puny thing up!” Yelping as his junk was grabbed, massaged in the she-wolf’s domineering grip; Alex saw a glint of chrome in her other hand. As she brought it closer he could see it was some kind of cage. “Hood still!” She snarled, giving the wriggling skunk’s balls a harsh squeeze. The pain made Alex see stars, bending over what little he could as the air was forced out of his lungs. Tunnel vision focusing on the wolf’s hands guiding his cock into the uncomfortably small device, wrapping the metal ring around the base of his balls, slipping the tiny padlock in place with a foreboding click. “Now that’s more like it.” Grabbing hold of Alex’s hair and kicking his knees out from under him she dragged him around to face the buck. “Though I think it’s high time you gave old Red here a proper payment for the ride he so cordially gave you. I think a nice blowjob’s in order, and someone’s got a nice cut of venison for ya!” Leering down at the nude bound skunk boy, Red reached down and unzipped his fly pulling out his thick cervine cock. It was bigger than anything he’d even seen, bigger than Wyatt (and he thought the komodo was a little too much sometimes.) Replacing LB’s hold on Alex’s hair Red forced him to waddle forward until his face was pressed up against the deer’s musky shaft. “Suck it, bitch.” He was given no choice in the matter, Red lining his cock up with Alex’s forced-open mouth. Pulled forward insistently, unforgiving as the massive deer cock speared his throat, choking him. Red let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling Alex’s throat spasming trying to get air into his lungs. Choking, gagging, Alex feels his vision begin to darken before his scalp screams as he was yanked off the slobbery shaft. Allowed to catch his breath for a moment before he’s once again stifled upon Red’s cock. This time he’s pulled as far as he can go, his throat bulging with the strain of taking such a huge member. Behind him the crowd cheered. “Look at her go!” “Taking it like a natural slut!” “That’s a bitch who knows her place!” Her? What the fuck were they talking about? Alex didn’t have the ability to analyze what that meant. He was too busy trying to stay conscious as Red used his face like a fleshlight. Pulled all the way down the deer’s shaft until his nose was buried in his musky crotch fur before he was yanked off, allowing a second of breath before the buck repeated the process. Groaning, his hips jerking into the skunk boy’s muzzle, he forces Alex’s face down onto his crotch before releasing his load. Forced to swallow with Red’s cock spearing his throat, pleading grunts as he began to pass out. Pulled off with an audible *Pop,* Alex gasped for air as Red finished his load, shooting his thick ropey cum onto the skunk’s face. The salty mixture burned his eyes and he groaned, trying in vain to shake it off. “Goddamn,” panted Red, grinning. “Bet yer little college boyfriend never did ya like that, eh faggot? Don’t worry, that’ll become the new normal for ya. Same as brushing yer teeth, soon enough.” Feeling his arms seized, lifted to limp feet Alex looks to see Hannah and the gagged lion holding him. Held still as the buck rose to his hooves, his cock still hanging out of his jeans. Gathering up the cum splashed across Alex’s face he pushed his cummy fingers into the cringing skunk’s ring-gagged mouth, wiping them off on his tongue. “Just something to remember me by,” smiled Red. “Likely you’ll be shipped out when your training’s done so I won’t get to see ya again. It’s been fun, Alex. Or should I say Lexi. Have fun downstairs! Hey, I did say most of the money goes into the interior. Got a whole training center underground to make ya into the perfect little cum-hungry, cock-worshiping sissy.” The words sending Alex into a panic, he thrashed uselessly in the pair of (surprisingly strong) femboy’s grasp. Gasping as Hannah drove his fist into the skunk’s balls, the last thing he saw was the buck grinning cruelly at him before the hood was drawn over his head plunging him into darkness.