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So the big-bottomed jackal femboy finds he needs to take odd jobs. What's the harm? Well, lack of oversight for one. \n\nA commission for Zapaeryan.\n\nYou can find stories like this and more over on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/c/Ralanrwrites]Patreon[/url] and/or [[url=https://subscribestar.adult/ralanr]Subscribestar[/url]. \n\nEnjoy!\n\nWarning: There are lots of slurs in this!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Freshly graduated and in the big city, Raiden finds himself sort on cash and a sponser. So the big-bottomed jackal femboy finds he needs to take odd jobs. What's the harm? Well, lack of oversight for one.

A commission for Zapaeryan.

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Enjoy!

Warning: There are lots of slurs in this!", "writing": " Raiden found no stars in the night sky. He didn’t know what to expect with the neon lights littering the skyline. Light pollution had been a topic of its own in his boarding school but the jackal never took it seriously. After all, the lights from stars were supposed to burn across galaxies. How could something so powerful but blotted out by cheap pink lights?\n\nAn ad played in his vision showcasing a muscular ape advertising a special protein powder promising to turn any little faggot into a top stud. Raiden sighed and tried blinking it away, forgetting for the moment that he no longer had an adblocker. The school paid for that, as it had his housing, clothes, and food. It made graduation more bittersweet than something to celebrate, especially when, unlike his classmates, he has nowhere else to go.\n\nHe shoved two hands deep into pockets of his winter gym pants uniform; form fitting sweatpants that he swore made his butt look big. At least his hoodie could hide the ever-growing blush he got from every catcaller passing by. His classmates were bad enough growing up, suggesting he’d do better in business class through personal favors rather than hard work. Some even treated him with contempt for it. In his defense, Raiden would if the option arrived, but not because he’d like it. 20 credits was 20 credits.\n\nAs worse as boarding school was, at least everyone was in uniform. City streetwear might as well be referred to as common degeneracy. Beefcakes made sure everyone knew it with mesh shirts or skintight bodysuits emphasizing muscle they spent hours at the gym perfecting, while the more feminine men seemed to draw attention to their hips, ass, or were covered in so much gaudy jewelry they might as well be someone’s pet. And many of them were, with how they’re leashed and owned.\n\n“There are two tiers of men,” one of his professors would explain in a tangent during civics class. “Those who fuck, and those who get fucked. Legally this is all the clearer with modern marriage licenses between men. Bottoms give up all their possessions to their tops, who fall under their protection. This, polygamy, and, lax prostitution laws, have led to grey-areas where you’ll find several faggots as bitches for one stud. Few find their way out.”\n\nRaiden never liked that professor. He had a habit of singling the jackal out whenever they brought up fairies, faggots, or anything depicting someone who catches instead of pitches. Bad enough his classmates bullied him. The Faculty could then at least pretend to not notice, even when giving him a girl’s uniform in an all boy’s school on account of his ass being too big for the dress pants. Now that he thought about it, it might have been more than that one professor on the faculty bullying him.\n\nGraduating without connections meant he had to hunt for work the old-fashioned way; desperate job posts online. Cruising between shelters and net cafes where his phone could connect, he found a wolf named Jimmy who needed a partner for deliveries. Nothing too difficult. Honestly, it was beneath Raiden’s credentials, so the jackal lied about them to get in. Degrees and diplomas scare away easy cash.\n\nGetting there was the hard part. The buildings may have been close together but Raiden wasn’t athletic enough or crazy enough to jump between them. He didn’t have the funds for a car, and he couldn't drive even if he did, so for long stretches of walking he’d rely on public transit. A few colorful characters were always out of earshot, especially during the evenings where the neon shined brightest and casted long shadows.\n“Babe, not here,” said one voice with a forced falsetto voice. From the corner of his eye he witnessed a bunny boy in a black choker, high heeled boots, and tight pink hot pants pushed into an alleyway by a much larger golden lab in black synthleather.\n\n“Playing hard tonight?” The dog chuckled. “We both know what you want. So get on your knees.”\n\n“There are people watching.”\n\n“Didn’t stop you at dinner.”\n\n“There was a stall in the bathroom.”\n\nThe dog growled. “And I’m telling you that no one gives a shit seeing a faggot like you on their knees. So get sucking.”\n\nRaiden curled up into a ball on the bus stop bench, ears furling to block out the casual slurs and wet sucking sounds emanating from the alleyway behind him. Were they fucking? In public? Raiden heard a lot about how depraved the streets can get, but he had to see it to believe it. He blushed and covered his crotch. Somehow he’s ears picked up on every little detail over the minute sounds of the city. The huffs over car horns, the gags over pops from tires over cracked streets. By the time the bus came Raiden had to walk hunched forward to hide his erection.\n\nThe school was bad enough. There were taunts and jeers, but he never had to listen or witness two people, two men, fucking. At worst guys grabbed his ass or took photos of it in gym class, passing it around as fap material. Why they found a boy like him attractive never made sense to Raiden. He wasn’t even that gay, for fucks sake.\n\nThe stench of sex stabbed his nostrils before he took a seat. In the far back of the bus someone was busy sucking off a big bull who eyed Raiden with interest. The black jackal left and waited for the next bus. By then the stench was gone, though he had to deal with the hound and rabbit fucking behind him, then following him onto the bus. When Raiden got off at his stop, a dog took the opportunity to smack him on the ass, wiggling his eyebrows in response when Raiden turned to chew him out. He thought better of it and left, cursing this city for existing.\n\nThe sooner he got paid, the sooner he could leave it.\n\nJimmy was a wolf of loose morals, or so the comments under his job post said. Odd given that the brown wolf had five stars. Every comment confirmed Jimmy would pay his side of the deal but said they never wanted to work with him again. Given that the payday was worth more than anything Raiden had seen, he approached the wolf with cautioned enthusiasm. Which was another way of saying he was a nervous wreck to the wolf in skinny jeans and a loose T-shirt leaning underneath the train bridge.\n\nThe wolf looked him over once and spat at the ground. “I’m not in the mood for a good time, pretty boy. Go find another mark.”\n\nRaiden blinked. “Are you not Jimmy?”\n\n“I didn’t tell you my name. The other whores spreading rumors?”\n\nRaiden balked. “Hey! Do I look like some whore to you?”\n\nThe wolf raised his right brow in confusion, looked over Raiden from top to bottom then back. He spent a few extra seconds examining the jackal’s ass both times. “I mean…you could be off shift.”\n\n“Oh, Fuck off, dude.” It took all of Raiden’s willpower not to storm off with his middle fingers raised. Well, willpower and dread at his empty bank account. “I’m here for the job. Y’know, the one you posted about?”\n\nJimmy’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, shit, you’re Raiden?” He smacked himself with the butt of his palm. “You know, I told myself this would happen. I said to myself, ‘This guy looks like a bottom, might mistake him for a working bitch,’ but I didn’t imagine how right I’d be. Seriously, what’s with the stretch pants? You want everyone staring at you imagining what’s underneath?”\n“N-No!” Raiden moved his hands and tail to cover his ass, dismayed to find that it was like using a maple leaf to hide a hundred-year-old stump. “I don’t have anything casual outside of my old gym clothes.”\n\n“The fuck are you on about, twerp?” Jimmy prodded. The wolf leaned over him, revealing for the moment that their heights weren’t far enough to make him look threatening.\n\n“I mean all I have are my old school uniforms,” Raiden spat, “And if this job pays as well as it does, I hope to get something better than the coffin motel.”\n\nJimmy backed off with his hands out to signal Raiden to chill. “Shit, ok, kid. Didn’t realize I was dealing with a prep school dropout.”\n\n“I’m not a dropout!”\n\nJimmy blinked, bewildered. “Then why are you here? I thought preppers got bigwig corpo jobs after those adult daycares?”\n\nRaiden wouldn’t have called them that since a daycare implied people cared. “It doesn’t matter, you need help on a job and I need money. So long as it’s not, well, illegal, I’m game.”\n\nThe wolf’s funny gaze never left. “Kid, legal isn’t something you need to think about when working these streets. Getting caught is. Look, how about I get us lunch and we talk about what exactly I’m needing from you, because I can’t in good conscience just drag you along without making sure you won’t turn tail and run.” He tilted his head toward Raiden’s cheeks, “And trust me, I’ll know.”\n\nIt’d be a lie to say he didn’t have time nor that he wasn’t hungry. Truth was that Raiden hadn’t had a warm meal since graduation, with most nights spent eating whatever slop was left over from vending machines. Compared to that, steaming noodles from a popup stand were a delicacy.\n\nThe jackal had never been a talker, unless one counted back-talk, but that got him into more trouble than he liked. Didn’t stop him when the bullies taunted him. He never expected he’d miss those verbal duels after graduating, leaving him to ramble easily with Jimmy over a shared meal. Venting about graduating without a sponsorship, the struggles of finding a place, how every job was denied because he either lacked the experience or couldn’t outcompete a bot for a full shift. Jimmy nodded knowingly throughout all of it, adding colorful words to describe the deal with all the ‘clankers’.\n\n“I’m telling ya, kid. Automation was a mistake. Now the only work out there is for stuff a bot can provide.”\n\nRaiden, finishing the second bowl of noodles Jimmy provided, looked at him unconvinced. “Like what? Making illegal deliveries?”\n\nThe wolf shushed him. “Keep it down, dipshit. Yes, like being a candyman. That and the world’s oldest profession, prostitution.”\n\n“You can get one of those fancy pocket pussies, can’t you?” Though the more advanced ones with morphing for cock shape were shaped more like asses.\n\nJimmy scoffed. “If you’re poor and straight, sure. But synthetic ass ain’t nothing compared to the real thing, just like programmed obedience doesn’t get a stud’s dick hard like earnest service. There’s a reason why so many fems and fags walk down the street with wide hips and high heels. They’re real, and people pay for real.” He pushed aside his bowl, the only one he ordered and it’d long grown cold. “Once you’ve had real food, this stuff is garbage.”\n“Whatever,” he said, “Can we get started now?”\n\nJimmy grinned. “Sure, kid. Just let me do the talking and do what I tell you. Don’t want to risk messing up this delivery.”\n\nTheir client lived in a penthouse in the Marble district. Raiden knew the name well, as most students wanted to work there. The entire district was of pristine white, mile-high spires glinting in the sunrise and sunset as a beacon of affluence. The building they entered sat on the edge of the district, making the penthouse overlook the city like a watchtower. Every security guard angled their heads as the two approached, eyes fixed on Raiden’s ass even as they passed. The sunglasses were pointless.\n\nA secretary waited for them at the top floor. At first, Raiden thought it was a lioness, with long straight black hair, the pink suit with a tight business skirt, nylon leggings and matching heels. But then he spoke, with an air of contempt as he stared his one visible eye at Raiden.\n“Theodore doesn’t order whores.” He said, his tone light to mimic a woman’s but not enough to cut away what he was.\n\nJimmy held his arm out to keep Raiden from pushing forward. “My bad, Pussy, but this here’s my business partner.”\n\n“Lucy,” Pussy said.\n\nJimmy nodded, “Sorry. Theodore calls you that so–”\n\n“What my mas…what my boss calls me is between us.” Lucy fiddled with a tag attached to a black leather choker around his neck. Raiden’s eyes widened when he realized it was too thick to be a choker.\n\n“Right, right. Is he in? I’m here for a job and don’t wanna be kept waiting. Not unless he sent you ahead to keep us entertained.”\n\nThe lioness tightened his fists but kept his face neutral. He taped a pod in his ear and nodded. “Theodore is in. He will only see you, Jimmy. Your…” Lucy looked over Raiden with a new feeling he hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t contempt. Envy maybe? Whatever it was, the jackal didn’t care for it. “Your assistant will wait out here until instructed.”\n\n“Sounds like a plan.” Jimmy went on ahead. Raiden grabbed his wrist. “Kid, let go. I got business to discuss.”\n\n“How am I supposed to learn out here?” Raiden asked.\n\nThe wolf shook his head with a tsking noise, “Kid, it’s your first job. Take it easy and relax. Let Pussy here get some drinks.”\n\nLucy scowled and stayed silent, letting Jimmy pass beyond the black monolith doors separating them from the rest of the penthouse. Raiden, for his part, tried to find a seat to relax in. None were comfy. “You guys have any other chairs?” he asked Lucy, remembering too many moments from boarding school. When his ass started growing fatter they had to order custom chairs for him to sit comfortably. The bullies loved messing them up with tacks or fanny packs.\n“I don’t think we have chairs in your size,” Lucy said with a disdainful smirk, sitting back down behind their desk. There was enough leg room underneath that, from a distance, Raiden could catch a glimpse of a chastity cage underneath that short skirt.\n\n“So…” Raiden said after minutes of standing around trying not to look bored, “This Theo guy is your, uhh—?”\n\n“Boss,” Lucy interrupted.\n\n“So, what’s that like?” Raiden asked, “erm…’working’ for him…?”\n\n“Busy. Like I am right now.”\n\n“Of course, you are,” Raiden rolled his eyes, “Can you answer my question. I’m just curious, okay…?”\n\nLucy sighed and thought in silence for a moment. “Magical if you have the right one.”\n\n“And if you don’t?”\n\nLucy stared at him as if he’d asked the dumbest question possible. “Then you cope,” he said finally.\n\nRaiden splayed his ears. The Lost Boys back on the ground level weren’t coping, or maybe they were and he just didn’t want to consider it. “Right…how’d you both meet?”\n\n“Through our mothers,” Lucy said without a beat.\n\n“Oh. Wait, was this some sort of arranged partnership?”\n\nLucy’s laugh was too terrible to be fake. He reeled back with a snort, wiping his face to regain his composure. “No. No. We were stepbrothers.” He held one hand out to silence Raiden while the other tapped his earpod. “Theodore will see you now. Follow me.”\n\nA tall zebra in a black two-piece suit waited for them on the far end of the penthouse, face turned to the wide window behind him overlooking the city Raiden reluctantly called home. His face seemed a permanent scowl of boredom that softened when Lucy entered, licking his chops when Raiden came into view. Jimmy had relegated himself to a nearby leather chair just across the zebra’s glass desk, enjoying a cigar.\n\n“See?” Jimmy said, taking note of Theodore’s sudden shift, “What did I tell ya?”\n\nThe zebra motioned Jimmy to be silent with a wave of his hand. He beckoned Raiden over. Woody cologne slapped the jackal’s nostrils upside as the zebra towered over him. “Hold still,” he said in a deep voice expectant of being obeyed.\n\n“Excuse me?” Raiden said, stiffening himself up in defiance. Defiance that would break at a slight breeze. Compared to the squall that was Theodore’s silent gaze, he folded just enough to let the zebra grab him. Not enough to stop fidgeting when those fingers explored as they pleased.\n\nRaiden was used to being groped and molested. His first ride on the metro system had him pressed up against a window while some eager bear squeezed his ass like sponges. But there was something colder about how Theo touched him, despite his hands being warm. They squeezed absently down his body, noting his weak arms and expressing surprise with his thighs. “Don’t feel any scars,” he said to no one, trailing a finger along the jackal’s ass. “Your surgeon did top work.”\n\n“S-surgeon?”\n\nFor a glimpse Theodore looked insulted that Raiden spoke, but it gave way for surprise when he processed what was said. “Even better,” he said.\n\nRaiden winced when fingers pinched and rubbed his rosy cheeks. A look from Jimmy told him to be quiet, but he couldn’t stay silent when Theodore demanded he open his mouth. Luckily, he couldn’t say anything coherent with the zebra’s thumb pressing his tongue down. A single finger made Raiden gag, leaving the zebra to shake his head. “Not bad. Needs work.”\n\nNeeds work on what? Raiden thought. He looked to Jimmy for answers but found the wolf ignoring him. He leaned on the wall with his eyes looking to the door every few seconds as though judging how quickly he could run if things went sour. Raiden knew the look from his time in the principal’s office.\n\nReturning to his desk, Theodore pointed to the empty chair next to Jimmy. He snapped his fingers once Raiden took to it. On cue, Lucy fell to his knees and crawled between them, underneath the glass desk. Raiden watched the sissified lion’s tongue lull in desire as he unzipped the zebra’s pants. The fat black rod furled out like a third leg, its hearty musk filling Raiden with the same pants-tightening shame and disgust he felt back in the gym lockers.\n\nTheodore said something but it started to blur. Raiden’s eyes fought for focus between that heavy cock Lucy had begun to stroke, and the unphased look of the zebra paying them. Saliva pooled under his tongue while Lucy lathered his across that black shaft, both hands holding it aloft while he stuck his nose between it and the balls. He kissed them in reverence as if his husband, no, his master, was his god.\n\nThen he took it inside. Mouth wide, tongue circling the flared head, the lion suckled it inch by inch. Even straight, Raiden was mesmerized by how easily the lion took the thick member down their throat. No choking, no gagging, just the wet breathing through their nose as they grew to accommodate the size in their throat. And by his sounds, Lucy enjoyed it more than his master.\n\n“Raiden,” Theodore hit him like thunder with his name. Raiden straightened, becoming all the more aware of Jimmy and Theo’s stare, as well as he burgeoning erection.\n\nThe zebra continued without acknowledging it. “You a virgin?”\n\nA thousand thoughts came rushing forward into a pileup on the route that was Raiden’s mouth. All he managed to squeeze through was a confused, “W-What?” Still slackjawed that anyone would ask it so brazenly. Who the fuck starts a delivery job asking that?\n\nFor a moment the only noise being made were the creeks under Raiden’s seat as he buckled anxiously, and the soft moans mixed with wet slurping noises from the sissy lion working between the zebra’s legs. Lucy absently reached around to list his skirt and pull his nylons down, revealing a thick plug deep in his ass and a chastity cage hanging with a rivet holding it in place instead of a lock. Raiden had heard of those kinds before on campus from the other guys who liked to talk about which of their classmates would make a good bitch; they were self-cleaning and basically made one’s dick all but useless in anything beyond decoration.\n\nTheo pinched the back of Lucy’s skull to get them back to attention. “I can only assume you are, given how you’re watching my property work his magic with your mouth hanging open like that. See something you like?”\n\n“No, cut it out! I-I’m straight, for fucks sake…”\n\nTheodore seemed confused. For a second. Then he shook his head with a knowing smirk. “Sure. That’s what they all say.”\n\n“C-Can I be excused? I need a piss.” Raiden shot up, forgetting his erection stood more obvious in his stretch pants. Theo said nothing, pointing down the hall. Raiden ran down it to the nearest door that looked like a bathroom. There, among black tiles lining the wall and floor, he pulled his raging erection out and thought of masturbating just to get things under control.\n\nSomething rattled in chains beside him. Raiden froze. He peered to his right, eyes widening at the sight of a blindfolded otter with green dyed hair and a matching chastity cage forced into a kneeling position, mouth stretched wide with a ring gag connected to a funnel. From the grate below, he had a feeling what the otter was for, and lost his erection because of it.\n\nJimmy had all the details by the time they returned and handed him a datastick. Raiden observed it carefully. They were illegal on campus because they housed codes for decentralized currency. The black-market canteen always had spares for bribery. Perfect for passing along messages too.\n\n‘We gotta deliver this to a guy in the red-light district. My advice? Pretend you’re on someone else’s leash.”\n\n***\n\nThe red-light district was a sea of neon vice. Augmented Billboards pointed to brothels without bothering to obfuscate behind massage parlors or similar. Crowds were filled with stud and whore alike, sometimes a mix between, and plenty of whom walked with an augmented reality subscription to give onlookers a peak of what they could be paying for if they subscribed. Trashy sluts with gaudy jewelry, tight revealing outfits, and tagged ears making it clear they’re in the trade. Different colors could mean anything from different pimps, to different tiers of service.\n\nThe strangest thing about them, at least in Raiden’s eyes, was how they looked at them. Some snickered and whispered at each other, while others seemed to pity him. Not pity he felt for them, no, Raiden was better than them. He had an education, and more options even with this shitty job with a sleazy employer. Despite this these hookers and whores looked at him and Jimmy with pity, shaking their heads as if they knew something they didn’t.\n\n“What’s the deal with them?” Raiden asked, flipping the bird to an eagle bitch boy.\n\nJimmy didn’t pay him any mind. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. Raiden expected a cheeky smile but down none. The wolf had been walking with a hunch ever since they left Theo’s penthouse. On the subway his eyes were antsy and he made Raiden sit on his lap when things got too crowded. Raiden had protested, but Jimmy threatened to fire him then and there. Even now, as they walked through streets of sin, the wolf looked as if he was trying to shrink himself to avoid notice.\n\n“What’s wrong with you?” Raidan asked, growing tired of trying to guess.\n\nJimmy stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “Nothing. Nothing,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself than Raiden. “Just don’t come to this part of town often.”\n\n“Why not? I thought you ran with this sleaze.” Raiden pressed, grinning just for the moment, “Afraid some slut’s gonna rob your sticks? Or do you pay for sex with a sockpuppet?”\n\n“Kid, if I’m buying sex I’m getting it in a worthwhile establishment.” Jimmy grit his teeth to stop chittering. Unmarried men just gotta be careful in this part of town.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Cause sometimes they don’t leave unmarried, if you catch my drift.”\n\nRaiden didn’t expect it to get sleazier the deeper it went but the catcalling proved him wrong. Streetwalkers put on little shows to catch their attention, some getting lost in the enjoyment of one another. Raiden saw a stud walk out of a building, zipping up his fat hog with a sigh of relief. He glared at the two couriers, then gave Raiden a wink.\n\nRaiden fought for the urge to hurl when none came.\n\nTheir destination was an abandoned warehouse in a forest of crowded complexes. Even Jimmy was turned around a few times, leading them both running from angry prostitutes. By the time they arrived there were greeted by a pair of bulls in black suits and sunglasses at night.\n\n“You’re late,” said one.\n\nThe other opened the door before saying, “Boss is inside. Get in.”\n\nTheir boss was a purple dragon in a neon blue suit. He sat behind a black desk bereft of anything important as shown by the single ceiling lamp illuminating the space in a wide circle. He looked up from his tented fingers with impatient curiosity. “Hey Holt,” Jimmy said, pulling out the datastick and sliding it across the desk. “Sorry we’re late. Got a bit sidetracked. Not with any of your bitches, I assure you.”\n\nThe dragon raised his brow. “Perhaps you should have, you’d have come here sooner.”\nRaiden gulped. His eyes darted side to side, taking note of all the big men like the bulls outside standing in the shadows.\n\nHolt inserted the datastick into a personal tablet. Raiden didn’t see much old-school tech in school, but knew that tablets were only used for maximum privacy now that they run on special networks. He thought about what that could mean as the goons approached. They did it so quietly that the jackal swore they moved in when he wasn’t looking.\n\nHolt whistled. “Theo’s paying a pretty penny here. What’d you do to piss him off?”\n\nJimmy’s ears dropped but his face remained as cocky as ever. “Piss him off? What are you on about? He’s a well-loved client of mine. Loyal customer. Always asks for me.”\n\n“So, the rumors aren’t true?”\n\n“Wait. w-what?” Raiden asked before Jimmy could shush him. A heavy hand braced his shoulder and gripped him tight. Not enough to hurt, just enough to know he shouldn’t move if he knew what was good for him.\n\nHolt snapped his fingers. The goons grabbed Raiden by the arms and shoved him to the floor. He flailed fruitlessly against walls of muscle as they ripped off his jacket and shirt and tied him down with clicking cuffs that locked his elbows together. Raiden cried out to Jimmy for help but the wolf just watched, his face blank with concern. Like a deer hearing a branch snap behind him.\n\n“What the fuck?!” The Jackal screamed. It earned him a heavy palm to the back of his head to help him kiss the floor. “Get this guy off of me!”\n\nJimmy clapped his hands together with the satisfaction of a job well done. “Well, I think that settles that, right? Hooked you guys a fat-bottomed bitch too. College grads these days,” the wolf shook his head with a tsking noise escaping his lips. “They’ll do anything for work, even the worst shit. Should know better.” He eyed Holt with a new grin. “Think he’ll be friendly enough when I come to him for a go?”\n\nRaiden had tears of rage streaming from his cheeks, but Holt’s expression gave him pause. The dragon looked at Jimmy like the wolf had misread the entire situation and was waiting, with malicious glee, for the shoe to drop. The dragon’s chair screeched as he kicked his feet up on the table. “Hey, Jimmy, you know how bottoms love to gossip? Well, all that gossip comes up the grapevine. So while plenty of my bitches know not to trust you ever, you seem to think they’re trustworthy enough not to tell me that you’ve been skimming off deliveries for years.” His grin grew wide, hungry even. “And, you know, I just can’t abide by thieves in my hoard.”\n\nTwo buff studs grabbed Jimmy before he could run, slamming him down against the desk. The grip on Raiden’s shoulder forced him to the floor where he watched the wolf struggle like a cat caught in a bag. “Guys, there’s a misunderstanding here. Besides, I can totally pay off whatever issue this is.”\n\n“No, you can’t.” Holt said, shaking his head. He left his seat and started circling the scene, snapping his fingers to wordlessly command his goons to rip and tear Jimmy’s clothes asunder. “We’ve already taken your shit. My bitches were able to get your codes after months of work. We’ve taken everything we’re owed.”\n\nAt another snap of Holt’s fingers one of the preds shoved a thick ballgag into Jimmy’s maw, binding the leather so tight that Raiden winced.\n\n“Jimmy, sweet Jimmy, it’s more than just the money. You think if that was all I’d have you here and not wearing cement shoes in a sewage dump? No, Jimmy, it’s about sending a message, and I’ve agreed to give Theo some of my turf for the privilege of setting up the warning sign.”\n\nOne of the goons shoved a hood over Jimmy’s head, leaving the wolf to thrash and flail with gagged wails. Holt unzipped his pants, letting his cock flop out. It wasn’t as big as Theo’s, but it had enough ridges and nubs to make Raiden clench.\n\nHolt walked over to Raiden and crouched eye to eye. He grabbed the jackal’s jaw tight, inspecting Raiden not unlike Theodore. “I think you should count yourself lucky Jimmy introduced you to Theo. If not for his note I’d be letting my guys run a line on that fat ass of yours.”\n\n“P-Please, lemme go…I won’t tell anyone.” Raiden’s voice shook as tears matted his cheek. There was nothing he could say to get him out of this. Not as the product.\nHolt pursed the Jackal’s lips. “Oh, Fag, who would you tell? We own the police. We own the news. We own this city, and everyone in it. Think of it like a casino, the house always wins. And you’re a big fucking loser.”\n\nHe leaned in closer, until his lips hovered just beside the jackal’s ears. “And as much as I’d like to take your fat ass, Theo thinks you’re worth enough to sell off to our mutual friends. Not really my preference if I had my hands on you,” he took that opportunity to clap Raiden’s left cheek, squeezing five digits in until it hurt. “But I made a promise in exchange for Jimmy, and I intend to keep it.”\n\nOne goon took the opportunity to lock a thick gag behind his teeth, tying tight enough that Raiden swore his skull might snap if it went any further. Raiden kicked and screamed into his gag as a hood pulled over his head. Like a cornered rat he gave everything he had, but the vice-like grip of his oppressors held him down. A cold metal pipe pressed against his skull, followed by the sharp pain of a chip gun piercing under his skin. He kicked out again, but someone caught his legs and tore off his pants in one go, laughing when they saw his underwear.\n\n“What’s this guy pretending with boxers? They can barely fit his ass.” One remarked, snipping it free.\n\nAnother laughed. “Faggot’s got a hard-on. I think he’s into it.”\n\nRaiden kicked out only for his foot to be caught and twisted just enough to tell him not to do it again. Mag cuffs were added to his thumbs to hinder his squirming. They bound his legs tight with rope, leaving his toes free if only to give him space to hop when lifted up. They yanked without mercy. Raiden gnawed his teeth into the heavy rubber ball silencing him in lieu of a scream.\n\nThick hands reached around and locked his cock in a deathgrip, pumping it furiously while Jimmy’s gagged screams filled the warehouse space. “That’s gonna be you soon, faggot,” he whispered, close enough that Raiden felt his rough cheeks up against the hood. “You’re gonna learn to love it.”\n\nThe guard let go right as Raiden’s orgasm hit. He cried out, tears in his eyes as the ruined orgasm dribbled uselessly to the floor underneath him. The goons laughed, then forced him to hop along until he was face first in the back of a van. They latched him face down, grinding his stiffening cock against the vehicles’ floor before slamming the door shut behind him. The chip in his brain sent him surging to unconsciousness before he could hear the slam.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "    Raiden found no stars in the night sky. He didn’t know what to expect with the neon lights littering the skyline. Light pollution had been a topic of its own in his boarding school but the jackal never took it seriously. After all, the lights from stars were supposed to burn across galaxies. How could something so powerful but blotted out by cheap pink lights?

An ad played in his vision showcasing a muscular ape advertising a special protein powder promising to turn any little faggot into a top stud. Raiden sighed and tried blinking it away, forgetting for the moment that he no longer had an adblocker. The school paid for that, as it had his housing, clothes, and food. It made graduation more bittersweet than something to celebrate, especially when, unlike his classmates, he has nowhere else to go.

He shoved two hands deep into pockets of his winter gym pants uniform; form fitting sweatpants that he swore made his butt look big. At least his hoodie could hide the ever-growing blush he got from every catcaller passing by. His classmates were bad enough growing up, suggesting he’d do better in business class through personal favors rather than hard work. Some even treated him with contempt for it. In his defense, Raiden would if the option arrived, but not because he’d like it. 20 credits was 20 credits.

As worse as boarding school was, at least everyone was in uniform. City streetwear might as well be referred to as common degeneracy. Beefcakes made sure everyone knew it with mesh shirts or skintight bodysuits emphasizing muscle they spent hours at the gym perfecting, while the more feminine men seemed to draw attention to their hips, ass, or were covered in so much gaudy jewelry they might as well be someone’s pet. And many of them were, with how they’re leashed and owned.

“There are two tiers of men,” one of his professors would explain in a tangent during civics class. “Those who fuck, and those who get fucked. Legally this is all the clearer with modern marriage licenses between men. Bottoms give up all their possessions to their tops, who fall under their protection. This, polygamy, and, lax prostitution laws, have led to grey-areas where you’ll find several faggots as bitches for one stud. Few find their way out.”

Raiden never liked that professor. He had a habit of singling the jackal out whenever they brought up fairies, faggots, or anything depicting someone who catches instead of pitches. Bad enough his classmates bullied him. The Faculty could then at least pretend to not notice, even when giving him a girl’s uniform in an all boy’s school on account of his ass being too big for the dress pants. Now that he thought about it, it might have been more than that one professor on the faculty bullying him.

Graduating without connections meant he had to hunt for work the old-fashioned way; desperate job posts online. Cruising between shelters and net cafes where his phone could connect, he found a wolf named Jimmy who needed a partner for deliveries. Nothing too difficult. Honestly, it was beneath Raiden’s credentials, so the jackal lied about them to get in. Degrees and diplomas scare away easy cash.

Getting there was the hard part. The buildings may have been close together but Raiden wasn’t athletic enough or crazy enough to jump between them. He didn’t have the funds for a car, and he couldn't drive even if he did, so for long stretches of walking he’d rely on public transit. A few colorful characters were always out of earshot, especially during the evenings where the neon shined brightest and casted long shadows.
“Babe, not here,” said one voice with a forced falsetto voice. From the corner of his eye he witnessed a bunny boy in a black choker, high heeled boots, and tight pink hot pants pushed into an alleyway by a much larger golden lab in black synthleather.

“Playing hard tonight?” The dog chuckled. “We both know what you want. So get on your knees.”

“There are people watching.”

“Didn’t stop you at dinner.”

“There was a stall in the bathroom.”

The dog growled. “And I’m telling you that no one gives a shit seeing a faggot like you on their knees. So get sucking.”

Raiden curled up into a ball on the bus stop bench, ears furling to block out the casual slurs and wet sucking sounds emanating from the alleyway behind him. Were they fucking? In public? Raiden heard a lot about how depraved the streets can get, but he had to see it to believe it. He blushed and covered his crotch. Somehow he’s ears picked up on every little detail over the minute sounds of the city. The huffs over car horns, the gags over pops from tires over cracked streets. By the time the bus came Raiden had to walk hunched forward to hide his erection.

The school was bad enough. There were taunts and jeers, but he never had to listen or witness two people, two men, fucking. At worst guys grabbed his ass or took photos of it in gym class, passing it around as fap material. Why they found a boy like him attractive never made sense to Raiden. He wasn’t even that gay, for fucks sake.

The stench of sex stabbed his nostrils before he took a seat. In the far back of the bus someone was busy sucking off a big bull who eyed Raiden with interest. The black jackal left and waited for the next bus. By then the stench was gone, though he had to deal with the hound and rabbit fucking behind him, then following him onto the bus. When Raiden got off at his stop, a dog took the opportunity to smack him on the ass, wiggling his eyebrows in response when Raiden turned to chew him out. He thought better of it and left, cursing this city for existing.

The sooner he got paid, the sooner he could leave it.

Jimmy was a wolf of loose morals, or so the comments under his job post said. Odd given that the brown wolf had five stars. Every comment confirmed Jimmy would pay his side of the deal but said they never wanted to work with him again. Given that the payday was worth more than anything Raiden had seen, he approached the wolf with cautioned enthusiasm. Which was another way of saying he was a nervous wreck to the wolf in skinny jeans and a loose T-shirt leaning underneath the train bridge.

The wolf looked him over once and spat at the ground. “I’m not in the mood for a good time, pretty boy. Go find another mark.”

Raiden blinked. “Are you not Jimmy?”

“I didn’t tell you my name. The other whores spreading rumors?”

Raiden balked. “Hey! Do I look like some whore to you?”

The wolf raised his right brow in confusion, looked over Raiden from top to bottom then back. He spent a few extra seconds examining the jackal’s ass both times. “I mean…you could be off shift.”

“Oh, Fuck off, dude.” It took all of Raiden’s willpower not to storm off with his middle fingers raised. Well, willpower and dread at his empty bank account. “I’m here for the job. Y’know, the one you posted about?”

Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, shit, you’re Raiden?” He smacked himself with the butt of his palm. “You know, I told myself this would happen. I said to myself, ‘This guy looks like a bottom, might mistake him for a working bitch,’ but I didn’t imagine how right I’d be. Seriously, what’s with the stretch pants? You want everyone staring at you imagining what’s underneath?”
“N-No!” Raiden moved his hands and tail to cover his ass, dismayed to find that it was like using a maple leaf to hide a hundred-year-old stump. “I don’t have anything casual outside of my old gym clothes.”

“The fuck are you on about, twerp?” Jimmy prodded. The wolf leaned over him, revealing for the moment that their heights weren’t far enough to make him look threatening.

“I mean all I have are my old school uniforms,” Raiden spat, “And if this job pays as well as it does, I hope to get something better than the coffin motel.”

Jimmy backed off with his hands out to signal Raiden to chill. “Shit, ok, kid. Didn’t realize I was dealing with a prep school dropout.”

“I’m not a dropout!”

Jimmy blinked, bewildered. “Then why are you here? I thought preppers got bigwig corpo jobs after those adult daycares?”

Raiden wouldn’t have called them that since a daycare implied people cared. “It doesn’t matter, you need help on a job and I need money. So long as it’s not, well, illegal, I’m game.”

The wolf’s funny gaze never left. “Kid, legal isn’t something you need to think about when working these streets. Getting caught is. Look, how about I get us lunch and we talk about what exactly I’m needing from you, because I can’t in good conscience just drag you along without making sure you won’t turn tail and run.” He tilted his head toward Raiden’s cheeks, “And trust me, I’ll know.”

It’d be a lie to say he didn’t have time nor that he wasn’t hungry. Truth was that Raiden hadn’t had a warm meal since graduation, with most nights spent eating whatever slop was left over from vending machines. Compared to that, steaming noodles from a popup stand were a delicacy.

The jackal had never been a talker, unless one counted back-talk, but that got him into more trouble than he liked. Didn’t stop him when the bullies taunted him. He never expected he’d miss those verbal duels after graduating, leaving him to ramble easily with Jimmy over a shared meal. Venting about graduating without a sponsorship, the struggles of finding a place, how every job was denied because he either lacked the experience or couldn’t outcompete a bot for a full shift. Jimmy nodded knowingly throughout all of it, adding colorful words to describe the deal with all the ‘clankers’.

“I’m telling ya, kid. Automation was a mistake. Now the only work out there is for stuff a bot can provide.”

Raiden, finishing the second bowl of noodles Jimmy provided, looked at him unconvinced. “Like what? Making illegal deliveries?”

The wolf shushed him. “Keep it down, dipshit. Yes, like being a candyman. That and the world’s oldest profession, prostitution.”

“You can get one of those fancy pocket pussies, can’t you?” Though the more advanced ones with morphing for cock shape were shaped more like asses.

Jimmy scoffed. “If you’re poor and straight, sure. But synthetic ass ain’t nothing compared to the real thing, just like programmed obedience doesn’t get a stud’s dick hard like earnest service. There’s a reason why so many fems and fags walk down the street with wide hips and high heels. They’re real, and people pay for real.” He pushed aside his bowl, the only one he ordered and it’d long grown cold. “Once you’ve had real food, this stuff is garbage.”
“Whatever,” he said, “Can we get started now?”

Jimmy grinned. “Sure, kid. Just let me do the talking and do what I tell you. Don’t want to risk messing up this delivery.”

Their client lived in a penthouse in the Marble district. Raiden knew the name well, as most students wanted to work there. The entire district was of pristine white, mile-high spires glinting in the sunrise and sunset as a beacon of affluence. The building they entered sat on the edge of the district, making the penthouse overlook the city like a watchtower. Every security guard angled their heads as the two approached, eyes fixed on Raiden’s ass even as they passed. The sunglasses were pointless.

A secretary waited for them at the top floor. At first, Raiden thought it was a lioness, with long straight black hair, the pink suit with a tight business skirt, nylon leggings and matching heels. But then he spoke, with an air of contempt as he stared his one visible eye at Raiden.
“Theodore doesn’t order whores.” He said, his tone light to mimic a woman’s but not enough to cut away what he was.

Jimmy held his arm out to keep Raiden from pushing forward. “My bad, Pussy, but this here’s my business partner.”

“Lucy,” Pussy said.

Jimmy nodded, “Sorry. Theodore calls you that so–”

“What my mas…what my boss calls me is between us.” Lucy fiddled with a tag attached to a black leather choker around his neck. Raiden’s eyes widened when he realized it was too thick to be a choker.

“Right, right. Is he in? I’m here for a job and don’t wanna be kept waiting. Not unless he sent you ahead to keep us entertained.”

The lioness tightened his fists but kept his face neutral. He taped a pod in his ear and nodded. “Theodore is in. He will only see you, Jimmy. Your…” Lucy looked over Raiden with a new feeling he hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t contempt. Envy maybe? Whatever it was, the jackal didn’t care for it. “Your assistant will wait out here until instructed.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jimmy went on ahead. Raiden grabbed his wrist. “Kid, let go. I got business to discuss.”

“How am I supposed to learn out here?” Raiden asked.

The wolf shook his head with a tsking noise, “Kid, it’s your first job. Take it easy and relax. Let Pussy here get some drinks.”

Lucy scowled and stayed silent, letting Jimmy pass beyond the black monolith doors separating them from the rest of the penthouse. Raiden, for his part, tried to find a seat to relax in. None were comfy. “You guys have any other chairs?” he asked Lucy, remembering too many moments from boarding school. When his ass started growing fatter they had to order custom chairs for him to sit comfortably. The bullies loved messing them up with tacks or fanny packs.
“I don’t think we have chairs in your size,” Lucy said with a disdainful smirk, sitting back down behind their desk. There was enough leg room underneath that, from a distance, Raiden could catch a glimpse of a chastity cage underneath that short skirt.

“So…” Raiden said after minutes of standing around trying not to look bored, “This Theo guy is your, uhh—?”

“Boss,” Lucy interrupted.

“So, what’s that like?” Raiden asked, “erm…’working’ for him…?”

“Busy. Like I am right now.”

“Of course, you are,” Raiden rolled his eyes, “Can you answer my question. I’m just curious, okay…?”

Lucy sighed and thought in silence for a moment. “Magical if you have the right one.”

“And if you don’t?”

Lucy stared at him as if he’d asked the dumbest question possible. “Then you cope,” he said finally.

Raiden splayed his ears. The Lost Boys back on the ground level weren’t coping, or maybe they were and he just didn’t want to consider it. “Right…how’d you both meet?”

“Through our mothers,” Lucy said without a beat.

“Oh. Wait, was this some sort of arranged partnership?”

Lucy’s laugh was too terrible to be fake. He reeled back with a snort, wiping his face to regain his composure. “No. No. We were stepbrothers.” He held one hand out to silence Raiden while the other tapped his earpod. “Theodore will see you now. Follow me.”

A tall zebra in a black two-piece suit waited for them on the far end of the penthouse, face turned to the wide window behind him overlooking the city Raiden reluctantly called home. His face seemed a permanent scowl of boredom that softened when Lucy entered, licking his chops when Raiden came into view. Jimmy had relegated himself to a nearby leather chair just across the zebra’s glass desk, enjoying a cigar.

“See?” Jimmy said, taking note of Theodore’s sudden shift, “What did I tell ya?”

The zebra motioned Jimmy to be silent with a wave of his hand. He beckoned Raiden over. Woody cologne slapped the jackal’s nostrils upside as the zebra towered over him. “Hold still,” he said in a deep voice expectant of being obeyed.

“Excuse me?” Raiden said, stiffening himself up in defiance. Defiance that would break at a slight breeze. Compared to the squall that was Theodore’s silent gaze, he folded just enough to let the zebra grab him. Not enough to stop fidgeting when those fingers explored as they pleased.

Raiden was used to being groped and molested. His first ride on the metro system had him pressed up against a window while some eager bear squeezed his ass like sponges. But there was something colder about how Theo touched him, despite his hands being warm. They squeezed absently down his body, noting his weak arms and expressing surprise with his thighs. “Don’t feel any scars,” he said to no one, trailing a finger along the jackal’s ass. “Your surgeon did top work.”

“S-surgeon?”

For a glimpse Theodore looked insulted that Raiden spoke, but it gave way for surprise when he processed what was said. “Even better,” he said.

Raiden winced when fingers pinched and rubbed his rosy cheeks. A look from Jimmy told him to be quiet, but he couldn’t stay silent when Theodore demanded he open his mouth. Luckily, he couldn’t say anything coherent with the zebra’s thumb pressing his tongue down. A single finger made Raiden gag, leaving the zebra to shake his head. “Not bad. Needs work.”

Needs work on what? Raiden thought. He looked to Jimmy for answers but found the wolf ignoring him. He leaned on the wall with his eyes looking to the door every few seconds as though judging how quickly he could run if things went sour. Raiden knew the look from his time in the principal’s office.

Returning to his desk, Theodore pointed to the empty chair next to Jimmy. He snapped his fingers once Raiden took to it. On cue, Lucy fell to his knees and crawled between them, underneath the glass desk. Raiden watched the sissified lion’s tongue lull in desire as he unzipped the zebra’s pants. The fat black rod furled out like a third leg, its hearty musk filling Raiden with the same pants-tightening shame and disgust he felt back in the gym lockers.

Theodore said something but it started to blur. Raiden’s eyes fought for focus between that heavy cock Lucy had begun to stroke, and the unphased look of the zebra paying them. Saliva pooled under his tongue while Lucy lathered his across that black shaft, both hands holding it aloft while he stuck his nose between it and the balls. He kissed them in reverence as if his husband, no, his master, was his god.

Then he took it inside. Mouth wide, tongue circling the flared head, the lion suckled it inch by inch. Even straight, Raiden was mesmerized by how easily the lion took the thick member down their throat. No choking, no gagging, just the wet breathing through their nose as they grew to accommodate the size in their throat. And by his sounds, Lucy enjoyed it more than his master.

“Raiden,” Theodore hit him like thunder with his name. Raiden straightened, becoming all the more aware of Jimmy and Theo’s stare, as well as he burgeoning erection.

The zebra continued without acknowledging it. “You a virgin?”

A thousand thoughts came rushing forward into a pileup on the route that was Raiden’s mouth. All he managed to squeeze through was a confused, “W-What?” Still slackjawed that anyone would ask it so brazenly. Who the fuck starts a delivery job asking that?

For a moment the only noise being made were the creeks under Raiden’s seat as he buckled anxiously, and the soft moans mixed with wet slurping noises from the sissy lion working between the zebra’s legs. Lucy absently reached around to list his skirt and pull his nylons down, revealing a thick plug deep in his ass and a chastity cage hanging with a rivet holding it in place instead of a lock. Raiden had heard of those kinds before on campus from the other guys who liked to talk about which of their classmates would make a good bitch; they were self-cleaning and basically made one’s dick all but useless in anything beyond decoration.

Theo pinched the back of Lucy’s skull to get them back to attention. “I can only assume you are, given how you’re watching my property work his magic with your mouth hanging open like that. See something you like?”

“No, cut it out! I-I’m straight, for fucks sake…”

Theodore seemed confused. For a second. Then he shook his head with a knowing smirk. “Sure. That’s what they all say.”

“C-Can I be excused? I need a piss.” Raiden shot up, forgetting his erection stood more obvious in his stretch pants. Theo said nothing, pointing down the hall. Raiden ran down it to the nearest door that looked like a bathroom. There, among black tiles lining the wall and floor, he pulled his raging erection out and thought of masturbating just to get things under control.

Something rattled in chains beside him. Raiden froze. He peered to his right, eyes widening at the sight of a blindfolded otter with green dyed hair and a matching chastity cage forced into a kneeling position, mouth stretched wide with a ring gag connected to a funnel. From the grate below, he had a feeling what the otter was for, and lost his erection because of it.

Jimmy had all the details by the time they returned and handed him a datastick. Raiden observed it carefully. They were illegal on campus because they housed codes for decentralized currency. The black-market canteen always had spares for bribery. Perfect for passing along messages too.

‘We gotta deliver this to a guy in the red-light district. My advice? Pretend you’re on someone else’s leash.”

***

The red-light district was a sea of neon vice. Augmented Billboards pointed to brothels without bothering to obfuscate behind massage parlors or similar. Crowds were filled with stud and whore alike, sometimes a mix between, and plenty of whom walked with an augmented reality subscription to give onlookers a peak of what they could be paying for if they subscribed. Trashy sluts with gaudy jewelry, tight revealing outfits, and tagged ears making it clear they’re in the trade. Different colors could mean anything from different pimps, to different tiers of service.

The strangest thing about them, at least in Raiden’s eyes, was how they looked at them. Some snickered and whispered at each other, while others seemed to pity him. Not pity he felt for them, no, Raiden was better than them. He had an education, and more options even with this shitty job with a sleazy employer. Despite this these hookers and whores looked at him and Jimmy with pity, shaking their heads as if they knew something they didn’t.

“What’s the deal with them?” Raiden asked, flipping the bird to an eagle bitch boy.

Jimmy didn’t pay him any mind. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. Raiden expected a cheeky smile but down none. The wolf had been walking with a hunch ever since they left Theo’s penthouse. On the subway his eyes were antsy and he made Raiden sit on his lap when things got too crowded. Raiden had protested, but Jimmy threatened to fire him then and there. Even now, as they walked through streets of sin, the wolf looked as if he was trying to shrink himself to avoid notice.

“What’s wrong with you?” Raidan asked, growing tired of trying to guess.

Jimmy stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “Nothing. Nothing,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself than Raiden. “Just don’t come to this part of town often.”

“Why not? I thought you ran with this sleaze.” Raiden pressed, grinning just for the moment, “Afraid some slut’s gonna rob your sticks? Or do you pay for sex with a sockpuppet?”

“Kid, if I’m buying sex I’m getting it in a worthwhile establishment.” Jimmy grit his teeth to stop chittering. Unmarried men just gotta be careful in this part of town.”

“Why?”

“Cause sometimes they don’t leave unmarried, if you catch my drift.”

Raiden didn’t expect it to get sleazier the deeper it went but the catcalling proved him wrong. Streetwalkers put on little shows to catch their attention, some getting lost in the enjoyment of one another. Raiden saw a stud walk out of a building, zipping up his fat hog with a sigh of relief. He glared at the two couriers, then gave Raiden a wink.

Raiden fought for the urge to hurl when none came.

Their destination was an abandoned warehouse in a forest of crowded complexes. Even Jimmy was turned around a few times, leading them both running from angry prostitutes. By the time they arrived there were greeted by a pair of bulls in black suits and sunglasses at night.

“You’re late,” said one.

The other opened the door before saying, “Boss is inside. Get in.”

Their boss was a purple dragon in a neon blue suit. He sat behind a black desk bereft of anything important as shown by the single ceiling lamp illuminating the space in a wide circle. He looked up from his tented fingers with impatient curiosity. “Hey Holt,” Jimmy said, pulling out the datastick and sliding it across the desk. “Sorry we’re late. Got a bit sidetracked. Not with any of your bitches, I assure you.”

The dragon raised his brow. “Perhaps you should have, you’d have come here sooner.”
Raiden gulped. His eyes darted side to side, taking note of all the big men like the bulls outside standing in the shadows.

Holt inserted the datastick into a personal tablet. Raiden didn’t see much old-school tech in school, but knew that tablets were only used for maximum privacy now that they run on special networks. He thought about what that could mean as the goons approached. They did it so quietly that the jackal swore they moved in when he wasn’t looking.

Holt whistled. “Theo’s paying a pretty penny here. What’d you do to piss him off?”

Jimmy’s ears dropped but his face remained as cocky as ever. “Piss him off? What are you on about? He’s a well-loved client of mine. Loyal customer. Always asks for me.”

“So, the rumors aren’t true?”

“Wait. w-what?” Raiden asked before Jimmy could shush him. A heavy hand braced his shoulder and gripped him tight. Not enough to hurt, just enough to know he shouldn’t move if he knew what was good for him.

Holt snapped his fingers. The goons grabbed Raiden by the arms and shoved him to the floor. He flailed fruitlessly against walls of muscle as they ripped off his jacket and shirt and tied him down with clicking cuffs that locked his elbows together. Raiden cried out to Jimmy for help but the wolf just watched, his face blank with concern. Like a deer hearing a branch snap behind him.

“What the fuck?!” The Jackal screamed. It earned him a heavy palm to the back of his head to help him kiss the floor. “Get this guy off of me!”

Jimmy clapped his hands together with the satisfaction of a job well done. “Well, I think that settles that, right? Hooked you guys a fat-bottomed bitch too. College grads these days,” the wolf shook his head with a tsking noise escaping his lips. “They’ll do anything for work, even the worst shit. Should know better.” He eyed Holt with a new grin. “Think he’ll be friendly enough when I come to him for a go?”

Raiden had tears of rage streaming from his cheeks, but Holt’s expression gave him pause. The dragon looked at Jimmy like the wolf had misread the entire situation and was waiting, with malicious glee, for the shoe to drop. The dragon’s chair screeched as he kicked his feet up on the table. “Hey, Jimmy, you know how bottoms love to gossip? Well, all that gossip comes up the grapevine. So while plenty of my bitches know not to trust you ever, you seem to think they’re trustworthy enough not to tell me that you’ve been skimming off deliveries for years.” His grin grew wide, hungry even. “And, you know, I just can’t abide by thieves in my hoard.”

Two buff studs grabbed Jimmy before he could run, slamming him down against the desk. The grip on Raiden’s shoulder forced him to the floor where he watched the wolf struggle like a cat caught in a bag. “Guys, there’s a misunderstanding here. Besides, I can totally pay off whatever issue this is.”

“No, you can’t.” Holt said, shaking his head. He left his seat and started circling the scene, snapping his fingers to wordlessly command his goons to rip and tear Jimmy’s clothes asunder. “We’ve already taken your shit. My bitches were able to get your codes after months of work. We’ve taken everything we’re owed.”

At another snap of Holt’s fingers one of the preds shoved a thick ballgag into Jimmy’s maw, binding the leather so tight that Raiden winced.

“Jimmy, sweet Jimmy, it’s more than just the money. You think if that was all I’d have you here and not wearing cement shoes in a sewage dump? No, Jimmy, it’s about sending a message, and I’ve agreed to give Theo some of my turf for the privilege of setting up the warning sign.”

One of the goons shoved a hood over Jimmy’s head, leaving the wolf to thrash and flail with gagged wails. Holt unzipped his pants, letting his cock flop out. It wasn’t as big as Theo’s, but it had enough ridges and nubs to make Raiden clench.

Holt walked over to Raiden and crouched eye to eye. He grabbed the jackal’s jaw tight, inspecting Raiden not unlike Theodore. “I think you should count yourself lucky Jimmy introduced you to Theo. If not for his note I’d be letting my guys run a line on that fat ass of yours.”

“P-Please, lemme go…I won’t tell anyone.” Raiden’s voice shook as tears matted his cheek. There was nothing he could say to get him out of this. Not as the product.
Holt pursed the Jackal’s lips. “Oh, Fag, who would you tell? We own the police. We own the news. We own this city, and everyone in it. Think of it like a casino, the house always wins. And you’re a big fucking loser.”

He leaned in closer, until his lips hovered just beside the jackal’s ears. “And as much as I’d like to take your fat ass, Theo thinks you’re worth enough to sell off to our mutual friends. Not really my preference if I had my hands on you,” he took that opportunity to clap Raiden’s left cheek, squeezing five digits in until it hurt. “But I made a promise in exchange for Jimmy, and I intend to keep it.”

One goon took the opportunity to lock a thick gag behind his teeth, tying tight enough that Raiden swore his skull might snap if it went any further. Raiden kicked and screamed into his gag as a hood pulled over his head. Like a cornered rat he gave everything he had, but the vice-like grip of his oppressors held him down. A cold metal pipe pressed against his skull, followed by the sharp pain of a chip gun piercing under his skin. He kicked out again, but someone caught his legs and tore off his pants in one go, laughing when they saw his underwear.

“What’s this guy pretending with boxers? They can barely fit his ass.” One remarked, snipping it free.

Another laughed. “Faggot’s got a hard-on. I think he’s into it.”

Raiden kicked out only for his foot to be caught and twisted just enough to tell him not to do it again. Mag cuffs were added to his thumbs to hinder his squirming. They bound his legs tight with rope, leaving his toes free if only to give him space to hop when lifted up. They yanked without mercy. Raiden gnawed his teeth into the heavy rubber ball silencing him in lieu of a scream.

Thick hands reached around and locked his cock in a deathgrip, pumping it furiously while Jimmy’s gagged screams filled the warehouse space. “That’s gonna be you soon, faggot,” he whispered, close enough that Raiden felt his rough cheeks up against the hood. “You’re gonna learn to love it.”

The guard let go right as Raiden’s orgasm hit. He cried out, tears in his eyes as the ruined orgasm dribbled uselessly to the floor underneath him. The goons laughed, then forced him to hop along until he was face first in the back of a van. They latched him face down, grinding his stiffening cock against the vehicles’ floor before slamming the door shut behind him. The chip in his brain sent him surging to unconsciousness before he could hear the slam.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Modern Degeneracy (Commission)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "77" }