[b]Uber Carry Part 14 – The Closer[/b]


"Yes..." the lanky raccoon mused, flipping through the last few pages of the contract he was here to negotiate on. "Yes, this will do. I'm glad we could find an agreement for this."

"You certainly didn't make it easy for me," Hollard said with visible relive on his features that this meeting would soon come to an end now. "If I may have your signature then?" he added, taking a final drag on his burned down cigar.

Flipping to the last page of the contract, the raccoon found the dotted line. Though before he pulled out his pen, the man looked up at the Rottweiler with a nasty, little grin on his masked face. "You called him, then?"

The dog refrained from rolling his eyes. "I sent him a message. He should be here any minute now. Don't you worry. Now, if you please..." He gestured towards the still unsigned paper, before he stubbed his cigar out in the crystal ash tray on his desk.

Satisfied the business raccoon finally pulled his gold-trimmed pen out of his vest pocket and signed the document. "All done."

"Hallelujah!" Hollard uttered as he quickly snagged the file out of his guest's hands lest the man would suck the ink out of the paper over yet another trifle.

With a chuckle the raccoon closed his pen and put it back into his pocket. "What? This is a three million Dollar deal after all. I gotta make sure you don't pull me over the barrel!"

"Seriously. How many times have we--"

The canine was interrupted by the sound of opening doors as his savior and martyr finally arrived. "You wanted to see me..." Limon said and quickly added, "Mr. Hollard?" when he noticed his boss was with a guest. Swiftly he walked up to the dog's desk and also approached the client. "Mr. Wesley?" the fennec blinked as he recognized the raccoon. "What a surprise to see you again, although a pleasant one. And here I thought you'd be done with Hollard Inc."

"The pleasure will be all mine!" the raccoon crowed as his pointy muzzle got twisted into a wide smile. "And I'm far from done with this company. Due to the pandemic my attention was just needed elsewhere. Cutting costs, keeping things running, you now the drill."

Before the two could start a proper conversation, and thus impede him any longer, Hollard swiftly interfered. "Anyway..." he announced, standing up to signal that he was about to leave. "Gale and I have been in discussion over a new deal. The thing's pretty much sewn up now, but it seems we've forgotten the time a bit. I've got an important meeting, so I hoped you could take things from here and close the deal properly in my stead," he explained to Limon and then gestured towards the door to his right. "Why don't you take Gale to my lounge and celebrate with a drink? I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on after all this time apart."

"That sounds splendid!" Mr. Wesley agreed. Leaning back in his chair, the raccoon peered over his shoulder to the fox standing beside him. "I've been looking forward to meet you again, Limon."

Though, the fox appeared a bit less euphoric. "Yeah, same..." he said rather flatly and then turned to his boss. "Though if you want, boss, I could sit in for you at this meeting, so you could celebrate with Mr. Wesley yourself. I'm sure we can find some other time to chat. I wouldn't want to get in the way of--"

"No, no!" Mr. Hollard interrupted, hands raised and already half around his desk to flee for the exit. "This meeting unfortunately is very important and I'm expected in person. Actually I'm already late, so I better hurry. You two have fun. And take your time, I won't be back in the office today."

"Y-yes, sir..." Limon mumbled as he watched the Rottweiler leave hastily. His huge ears sagged dramatically when the doors fell shut behind his boss. When he slowly turned around, Mr. Wesley was already on his paws and stood behind the fox like a shadow on a wall. He was a good bit taller than Limon, of course. Not as tall as Hollard, but only short by a few inches.

"Why don't you lead the way?" the raccoon asked soft-spoken and swayed his ringed tail slowly back and forth.

Silently Limon did as asked and led his guest into Hollard's private lounge. The otherwise svelte fox moved stiffly. And he very much wanted the other man to notice. "Scotch, as usual?" he eventually asked, gesturing to the Rottweiler's richly filled liquor cabinet.

Though Mr. Wesley apparently wasn't particularly interested in a drink. "Do you still have the rope around?" he asked instead, completely disregarding Limon's offer.

The fox's ears dropped again. "I... don't think it will be necessary..." Turning his back to the other man, Limon opened the cabinet and slowly poured himself a Whiskey on ice. The liquid burned in his throat, but the warmth it spread in his gut felt welcoming. Not as welcoming as the imminent buzz, though.

"Oh, it is necessary!"

Refilling his glass, Limon countered with, "Look, I can just--" but was swiftly interrupted by the raccoon.

"I know it's been a while, but do I really need to remind you, Limon?"

Forlorn the tiny fennec stood in front of his boss's liquor cabinet, a fresh glass of Whiskey in one hand. He remained silent.

"I didn't sign the new contract yet," Wesley lied. "And I'm not going to, if I don't get what I want!" He let the message linger for a moment, then came a step closer to the fox. "What would your boss say, if I told him you blew this deal? What would he do, if you cost him three million Dollar?"

With flat ears and tucked tail, Limon looked up at the man. "Y-you wouldn't..." He trailed off under the raccoon's smirking gaze. "Please... I don't want to lose this job!"

"The rope, then!" Mr. Wesley stated coldly.

Hanging his head, Limon stared into the floating ice ball in his drink. He downed the burning stuff and smacked the empty glass down on the tray, before heading for a drawer, far off in a dark corner of the room. He returned with a coil of thick, green rope and, without looking at the raccoon, offered it to the man defiantly.

Mr. Wesley took it eagerly and just as eagerly ordered the fennec to, "Turn around!"

Reluctantly Limon obeyed and turned his back to the raccoon. Then both his arms got painstakingly tied to his back in a rather fanciful manner. One could almost describe the raccoon's work as art. Though the knot wasn't just for show! The rope cut into Limon's arms and his small hands throbbed from the lack of blood flow. He was helpless now and certainly wouldn't get out of this bind on his own.

Finished with his work, the raccoon slipped out of his suit coat and tossed it over the sofa, before he did the same with his belt. Finally, the man sat down on it himself and pointed to the ground right between his spread legs. "On your knees!"

Limon gave the man a dark gaze, but, eventually, he didn't have much of a choice. With his arms bound, he came a few small steps closer and then carefully lowered himself to the ground. He growled softly and bared his teeth to the man, but the raccoon seemed unfazed.

Instead, the man shoved his black hand into his pants and began to rub himself. "Hff... I've waited a long time to enjoy this again..." he sighed and closed his eyes for a bit. "Say, is James still unaware that you suck dick now and then in order to get a contract signed?"

"Hollard doesn't have a clue," the fox growled.

"It's probably for the best." Rubbing himself faster now, the bulge in his pants clearly visible to the kneeling fennec, Wesley opened his eyes again to look down at the tied guy. "Bet this little side business of yours pays off, though? Slept your way far up in this company, eh? For a fox, I mean."

"I worked hard for my position!" Limon hissed under a blush. God, this fucker really liked to hit low. Even dug out the old blowjob-donor fox in the office stereotype.

"Oh, I'm sure of that!" the raccoon laughed. Then he pulled his pants down with his free hand and finally brought his prick out. Typical for a procyon, his shaft was long and thin with a sharply bent tip that flattened out a bit. "And if you work hard some more now, you'll earn your boss another big sum!" When the fox between his legs didn't react, with anything other than another growl, Wesley specified, "Open your mouth, Limon!"

Stubbornly the cornered fennec turned his face away and huffed defiantly. "Hmrphf!" Only to have his head shoved down into the raccoon's crotch. The slim, hot shaft got pressed against his cheeks and Limon got a close whiff of this man's dry, spicy scent. "Gmrrr! Stop it already. Untie me at once!" Limon barked, struggling in his restrains.

"After I so meticulously put them on you?" he chuckled. "Stop joking." The hand that previously stroked his dick now came forth and grabbed Limon's chin. Forcefully the fox's muzzle was guided, until his nose touched Mr. Wesley's bare shaft. "Now open up and do what foxes do best!"

A hot breath of air escaped Limon's nose, followed by a muffled growl to warn his aggressor. "I'm not going to play along this time. Get off of me and t-hmmrpf!" The raccoon's thumb suddenly found its way into the corner of Limon's mouth and tried to pry his jaws open. "Glrhm..." When a try to dislodge the invader with his tongue failed, the fox bit.

"Njargh!" Wesley yipped and yanked his hand back to shake the hurting appendage. "You little shit!" With his other hand the man lunged out and slapped his backhand into Limons face. The fennec blinked when the hit left him with a stinging cheek. "Use your teeth again on me and you'll lose more than just a million dollar deal!"

In an attempt to take advantage of the opportunity, Limon shuffled backwards to bring some distance between himself and the raccoon and tried to get back up on his paws. He wouldn't make it easy for Gale! Though the raccoon stopped him swiftly.

"Oh no, you stay here!" Wesley grumbled and shoved the tiny fox back down onto his knees. "And now... hm-mrrf!" Again the man's hands tried to manipulate Limon's muzzle. This time with much more determination. And success! "Open you damn muzzle!" Finally he managed to spread the fox's mouth open. With his left hand clenched around Limon's upper jaw, the right one pulled his jowl down. And then, both hands tugged and twisted the struggling boy's head, until his agape maw was right over the raccoon's twitching dick.

"Mmmh... Hgnnngch!" Limon squealed when he felt the guy's warm, musky tip make contact with his tongue. He struggled in Wesley's grasp, tugged at the ties that bound his arms and tried to pull back, but that member went deeper and deeper into his muzzle. "Glrk! Ft-stofff...!"

To handle the fox better, Wesley jammed his thumb back between Limon's jaws, like it was before. Only now he made sure to tuck some of the fox's cheek along the way, so he'd bite right onto it, should he try to use his teeth again. "Hehe, this will be good!" the raccoon chuckled deviously. "I don't know if it will be three million Dollar good, but let's see..." Now, with a bit more leverage, Wesley brought his other paw behind the fennec's head and... simply pushed him down.

"Hrmm-GRCK!" With his hands bound to his back, Limon had terribly little means to push back against the man. He tensed his small body and tried to push up, but the raccoon was stronger. And he certainly didn't seem to care much for the fox's comfort, seeing that he forced his cock into Limon's throat dry! "Ghrch... CHRRGCK!" Limon gagged hard on the rod-like raccoon penis that poked him in the back of his throat like a straw. He already felt tears froming in the corners of his eyes from the strain.

His abuser, meanwhile, seemed to relish the rough penetration. "Ugh, fuck yes!" he moaned as the fennec's struggles only increased his pleasure. "God, I've missed your tight throat!" Now with Limon where he wanted him, Wesley leaned forward a bit and instead of his hand, pushed his entire arm down on the back of Limon's head to keep him in place. The result was a deep, rough and very exciting ride for his dick down the fox's gullet.

Like a torture device, Limon felt the raccoon's thin, rigid prick advance further into his throat. So far that he ended up with his nose pushed into the gray and black fur of the man's crotch. Fuck! Gale pushed him so far down that Limon could feel the flimsy hairs of his sheath on his tongue – and the tip of his dick probably already somewhere in his chest! "Ghrrmm...!" he murred helplessly between intense gagging and wet choking sounds.

"Ah~! Yeah, that's it!" Mr. Wesley moaned with bliss as his slender hip humped up into the warm, little muzzle. "Take it all!" Pulling his thumb out of the corner of Limon's mouth, the raccoon held the retching fennec in place with both hands now. And he pushed down hard! Even though he could already feel Limon's warm, ragged breath deep in his fur. God, it felt so good how his dick was bend and pushed and pulled and shoved inside this convulsing throat!

Not able, nor caring, to hold back the tears any longer, Limon couldn't do anything else, but endure the ungentle penetration of his throat. No matter how hard he pushed against the raccoon, no matter how hard he gagged, how vehemently his tongue tried to wrestle the nasty prick out of his muzzle, Wesley held him in a vice. The one upside Limon could find, was that due to the very slender raccoon dick, he could at least breath somewhat well. If only he wouldn't regurgitate so much spit and slime!

"Yeah... t-that's a good fox..." Wesley huffed, eyes closed while his dick was in heaven. "Now, hmph... let's try this..."

With apprehension the fox felt his torturer's scrawny hands moved over his scull. They encircled his ears almost gently at the base, all eight fingers sprawling out over the back of his head. "Hmmphh..." The grip loosened and Limon quickly pulled up, desperate to get that thing out of his throat and draw some fresh air. He could already feel the crooked tip slide out of his gullet, when the raccoon pushed him down again. "Krch! Gh-hck-chphmm..." With horror the fox felt the cock in his mouth advance to its previous depth, though it didn't linger there for long. Just long enough to enjoy one, or two tortured gags from its host. "Aurrgh!" In pain the poor fennec wanted to scream on his way back up, but maintaining his breathing was a more pressing need right now.

"Hmpff... Yes!" With terribly little care for the diminutive guy between his legs, Wesley pumped the fennec's head up and down at a rapid speed to pleasure himself. He even had to make an effort, considering his target fought back against him with everything he's got. Stubbornly the fox refused to accept his dick and just as stubbornly Gale was determined to force feed it to him. It didn't matter to him that Limon was already sobbing from the cruel treatment. Hell, if anything it made the experience even better! With his arms tied tightly to his back, there was nothing the fox could do, and Gale would shamelessly abuse the power this gave him. "H-how does it feel, hff... to be used like this, huh? Livin' every office fox's dream, eh? Hahaff-pff...!"

Naturally the fox didn't answer. Actually it was questionable whether Limon even heard the remark. The only thing on his fuzzy mind right now was the battering ram in his throat that masterfully shattered all other thoughts, until only a throbbing headache remained. Again and again the raccoon's thin, stiff prick poked him hard into the back of his throat, channeling its way as deep as possible with brute force. Limon was used to rough blowjobs, to big dicks and deep penetrations, but this guy really tested his endurance. Sore was not even enough anymore to describe how Limon felt. This really fucking hurt! In the coming days, the fennec's menu was probably going to be predominated by a lot of chamomile tea.

On his final thrusts, the raccoon mercilessly forced Limon to go down on him over and over. He shoved his little head down into his crotch, held him there, felt his dick throb and twitch in the tight, warm hole. The way up was a short and fast one, in turn, and at its end Gale pushed the cocksucker right back down on his cock. "Ah-Hahh~!" When he finally felt his release, Limon was shoved down again, all the way. Gale pinned him there, pushed down on the back of his head until he could feel Limon's teeth press against his sheath. Then he emptied himself into the coughing, gagging, convulsing throat.

Limon's nose was occupied with the scent of raccoon and the slime he had retched up. His eyes were wet, breathing hurt with the thing still lodged in his mouth. But at least the horrible pounding had stopped! "Ghm-hmmphh..." the fox whined as he tried desperately to swallow around the object in his esophagus. God, that hurt as well! Though, once Mr. Wesley was spent, once he was done using Limon's muzzle, he simple let the fennec go and happily sagged into the couch. "Gmph... Hchhk!" Arduously Limon bobbed up, just enough to pull the torturous dick out of his throat. Then, couching and wheezing, he flopped down, letting his head rest on the man's leg, since he still had no means to support himself on his hands.

Both men stayed like that for a while. Breathing, gasping, panting... Gale more from his splendid orgasm, while the fox tried to calm himself and cope with the pain. When he wasn't coughing, Limon sniffled repeatedly to free his airways. "You..." the fennec spoke interrupted by another stifled cough. His voice was audibly hoarse now, like he'd been screaming all day long. "Y-you'fff been r-really, huff-ff... pent up, huh?"

The raccoon groaned happily. "Ugh, it's been too damn long!" Looking down on himself, Gale found the panting fox resting in his lap, right beside his still twitching member. Spots of cum and spit stained his black slacks now, his shirt had a few wet blotches too. "Fuck, I needed that!"

Panting, the fox tiredly murmured, "Can you untie me now...?" His hands felt twice as thick already and there was an unpleasant tension building in his shoulders.

"A-actually..." Gale admitted, "I was going to have another go at you in a bit. Would be convenient to just leave them on."

Limon swallowed. His throat was so sore that it felt dry and on fire. "Heh, I don't think I can go again after this." He swallowed again, tilting his head a bit so the strained area wouldn't get into too much motion. "I need something to drink..."

Putting his head on the back of Limon's head, the raccoon said, "You make that sound like you have a choice. But you're still bound. I could just use you again."

"'m serious..." the fox murmured, peering up at the smirking, masked guy. "Ah'll get ya off again, jus'... need a break firs'..." Looking back down, Limon found Gale's slackening member just an inch or so from his nose, still wet. "This was intense!"

Silently the raccoon bend over the fox in his lap and began to untie the green rope that held Limon's arms together. The expert knot slipped open easily and slowly, winding after winding got removed, until Limon's arms were free again. "Was the bite really necessary, though?" Gales asked with a chuckle as he inspected his assaulted thumb again.

"Oh, it was!" the fox confirmed, mimicking the raccoon's words from earlier. "Didn't wanna make it too easy for you!" After rotating his stiff arms a bit, Limon rubbed his wrists as he finally picked himself up again. In hopes to find something non-alcoholic to sooth the pain in his throat, he headed for his boss's liquor cabinet.

"Scotch would be fine now," Gale noted with a smirk.

"How about you get it yourself?" Limon countered flippantly while he filled a highball with mango juice and ice. Lots of ice.

"How about I call off the deal with James?"

The fennec rolled his eyes. "As if you'd dump a deal like this over a drink," he said with a rough voice. Then, finally, his abused throat found relief in a gush of sweet, iced juice. Fuck, even swallowing hurt like hell! "As if you'd dump a deal like this at all. You can count yourself lucky to have us as business partner! I've seen your contracts, ya know? Twenty-two percent margin?! Do you have Hollard by the balls, or something?" Disregarding his prior remark, Limon poured a Scotch for the raccoon, before returning to join the half naked man on the couch.

Gale accepted the drink and took a quick sip. He didn't miss the fact that the fox had picked his favorite brand. "Let's just say, I have my methods..."

"Yeah? So it doesn't have to do with the Warderman windfall then?" the fox pressed, knowingly.

"A gentleman never tells!"

Limon laughed. "You're not a gentleman!" Carefully he cupped his sore throat and extinguished the once again blazing fire inside it with a sip on his juice. "Shit, you seriously destroyed my throat!"

"You're welcome!" Gale smirked behind his glass of Scotch.

"I'll probably feel this for the next week, or so!"

"Glad you hold my memory so fondly."

"How am I supposed to work like this?!"

"Maybe start by resting your voice."

Pouting, the little fox took another sip. His glass was already half empty, but the burning barely subsided. This surely would be a lengthy recovery.

"Say..." Gale suddenly asked, swirling the last gulp of Scotch around in his glass. "Do you remember my beach cabin in Tufutitoa?"

Limon didn't need to think for long. "On the little island, with two palms in front of it and this cute, little bar just down the shore?" He remembered it good. A really beautiful spot. And the weather had been so great last time. "Yeah!"

"Well, I was planning to spend a little vacation there, next month," the raccoon explained, peering over to the fox beside him with a smug cheeky grin. "Though, something came up and now all I've got left are two days in paradise. I already had the place stocked up, though. And it would be a shame to let that go to waste, so..." He turned a bit towards Limon, poking the smaller guy in the chest with the hand that still held his drink. "I was wondering, whether you'd like to fly down there with me and use the place?"

"Erf, that actually sounds pretty nice," Limon said, already imagining himself on a lounger under the sun. "I could really use a vacation."

"I'll book you a ticket then."

"Now, now. I gotta make sure I'm free first." the fox remarked. "Shouldn't be much of a problem, but still. How long are we talking about, anyway?"

Gale emptied his glass and put it down on a side table. "I was aiming for a week, or maybe two. But you can stay for the whole month, if you want."

"Generous!" Limon scoffed.

"Now, of course I'd need to ask a little favor, or two of you as well!"

"Of course!" The fennec playfully bared his teeth. "I assume you plan to make the most of the two days you're going to be around?"

The raccoon laughed sinisterly. "Oh, absolutely!" Looking down at the smaller fox beside him, Gale flashed a grin. "We can go over the details later. For now, though..." he glanced down between his legs with a little nod. His still exposed dick was at half mast again already. "...let's make the most of the time we have right now. You said you'd get me off again?"

The fennec snorted dismissively. "You insatiable beast!" Gale only chuckled. "Alright," Limon added as he put his glass down on the table as well. "Guess, I can do you a little favor for such a nice offer..." With a nasty smirk, he reached over and grabbed the raccoon's cock.

"AY! You little fucker!" Gale flinched at the suddenly cold sensation on his privates as Limon began to rub him. The fox had used the hand that previously held his drink. His terribly over-iced drink! Now his soft, little paw was all cold and wet with condensed water.

"Whoops, sorry about that!" Limon scoffed, idly pumping the raccoon's thin prick back to hardness.

Gale grumbled, but let the fox proceed and soon settled back into the couch when the unpleasant chill was replaced by a cozy warmth. "You did that on purpose." Menacingly putting one hand to the back of Limon's neck, the raccoon gave him a light tug. "For that, you're going to swallow my next load as well!"

Limon growled softly, even though it hurt in his throat. "Take your fucking hands off me, or I'll paint your entire shirt with your cum!" To support his warning, the fox began to jerk Gale's dick a lot faster now. The raccoon moaned lustfully and Limon didn't ease up.

"Hmph... Ah! I-if you want that vacation, hff... you swallow!"

"Grrr! Why do you have to be such an ass?!" Limon snarled, teeth bared. Though eventually his head went down into the raccoon's lap again. He huffed at the weirdly shaped glans, brushed his whiskers against it and finally parted his lips. Only his lips for now, though! He let the raccoon's dick knock gently against his teeth, as if it was a threat. The rigid tool rubbed over Limon's front teeth as he wanked the raccoon, slowly poking its way into his cheek. Gale shuddered and pushed harder against the fennec's blocked entrance in turn. Eventually, Limon allowed the intrusive object to come in and, with the help of his tongue, guided it into his cheek, which Gale eagerly stretched out with a few humps. There was no way Limon was going to take another throat swabbing from this guy today, though!

"Hmff..." With a sigh Gale peered down with half-lidded eyes and watched as he filled the fennec's white-furred cheek nicely. Figures that the little fucker wouldn't keep his hunger for cock under control, even after throat basically got raped. "Uhgh, you're such a fox, Limon!"