Howdy?s Sale
       
       ?Step right up, y?all! Just ten seeds a ride!? Howdy hollered loud enough for his voice to echo all through the park. The sly ham was standing behind a makeshift wooden counter with a large sign hung over the top reading, ?Soft Ham!? In front the stand was a huge sandwich board displaying the advertised price. Barely hidden behind that sandwich board was the item on sale, a nice fuzzy hamster ass on full display, legs strapped to the sides of the stand and tail wrapped with a rope that led straight to Howdy?s hand. 
       
       Dexter only had a vague sense of what the display looked like. He had deliberately tried to not read the signs after he?d wound up signing up for this. Now he was beginning to regret it. ?Ten seeds, Howdy?!? Thanks to a board blocking him from Howdy?s view, he couldn?t really shoot the other hamster a death glare like he wanted, but he did still look very angrily at the apron that was within his view. ?I mean, that?s just insulting. Surely my body is worth at least-?
       
       A tugging on his tail shut Dexter up for a moment, forcing him to grit his teeth until Howdy gave him some slack. ?Don?t you worry your pretty little head about the finances. I know what I?m doin?. We need to get some attention before we raise the prices!? He laughed to himself, ?And don?t worry? you?ll be gettin? plenty of seed either way!?
       
       His anger frozen over into simple frustration by the horrible pun and the incessant laughter, Dexter sighed and averted his eyes from the crotch and belly jiggling incessantly in front of him. ?I can not believe you convinced me this would be a good way to earn any kind of seed.? He shook his head as he thought about how stupid he?d been to accept drawing lots as a method of choice. Though it did bring a smile to his face to think of how he?d torment the idiot once it was his turn under the stand. 
       
       Yes, he?d be sure to show Howdy a real sales pitch. Howdy was a hard worker, southern strong, low class. He could take a lineup of hams and fill their seed basket in no time at all. And Dexter would be beckoning the line from all around right in front of the stand.  
       
       ?Oh hey, you sir!? Dexter jolted as Howdy began shouting at someone, his tail and legs stiffening against their braces. ?You look like a lonely ham! Want to catch some relief with a nice soft cushion??
       
       ?Seriously dude, what are you even-? Dexter recognized the voice of a friend approaching while he watched Howdy tap his foot. Well, it was less of a friend and more of another romantic rival, one almost more annoying than the jokester in front of him. ?Holy cow, dude! Is that Dexter under there??
       
       ?Hehe. It?s whoever you want it to be, Stan!? Howdy pounded on the table. Dexter realized when the stand shook that he had been frozen and tried to relax himself. However, he just ended up shaking along with the stand. Thankfully, Howdy, had a fool-proof way of calming his nerves. ?Just ten sunflower seeds and a nice load of ham seed, and you can enjoy our special ham rear while thinking of your wildest dreams!?
       
       ?Twice in the same minute, Howdy? Honestly?? A foot came up to whack him on the nose. It was a pretty clear signal to shut up, but one he had no intention of abiding. ?C-Cut that out you- oaf!?
       
       Howdy slammed on the table to make the point even clearer, but all that did was cover up the sound for a moment. ?Don?t mind the furniture. It just squeaks a little is all.? Howdy leaned into the table and landed his foot firmly on Dexter?s face. ?What?d?ya say, pal? You can give her the first spin! Looks like you?re tall enough to ride after all.?
       
       Dexter strongly considered biting the foot on his snout, but before he could make a firm decision, a paw on his ass brought out a real squeak. ?W-wow, he really is pretty soft.? Stan ran his hand roughly over a cheek and up to Dexter?s tail, and Howdy gave his leash the lightest tug to really sell the show. ?Whoa, that?s real tight, man.?
       
       The weight of his decision settled on Dexter even as the weight of Howdy?s foot left his face. A second paw joined the first to rub and spread his cheeks. Reflexively, he tried to kick or twitch his tail. Even knowing he was bound didn?t make it easy to resist the urge. The whole experience was way more intimate then he expected, especially when one of those paws wandered over to his balls, given them the shyest squeeze before pulling away. 
       
       ?Hehe, yup. You?re definitely tall enough by my measure.? Howdy?s chuckle got another jiggle out of his crotch that somehow managed to make Dexter even more uncomfortable. He was sure he could see the apron starting to tent, but he tried to pretend it was just his imagination. 
       
       Then Stan stepped just a bit closer. Dexter was sure he heard the other ham gasp, but he couldn?t get a good sense of it over his own sharp inhale. Stan wasn?t subtle when he mashed his crotch into Dexter?s ass. He even took the moment to adjust himself a couple of times and land the dick between Dexter?s cheeks. ?No way it?s as big as it feels.? The nervous ham mumbled underneath the table, too quiet to hear as he sunk into the ground. ?It?s just Stan??
       
       A rapt of fingers on the table above Dexter startled him into realizing his inadvertent sinking had been pushing him closer to the disgusting ham behind him. ?Hey now, friend, touching?s the free sample but you?re about to take the whole tray.?
       
       ?I-I know it?s just?? Stan dropped his paws back to Dexter?s hips and shuffled his own back. Dexter was sure he felt the other ham?s tip run over his ass. ?I mean they?re all the way back at my cage. Kinda hard to tiki home like this right??
       
       The fingers continued to tap on the table, but Dexter felt a tug on his tail that sent a shiver up his whole body. ?Howdy, I don?t accept I.O-?
       
       Howdy?s foot came back to Dexter?s face. In all honesty he was tense enough that might have worked on its own, but the act of lifting it gave him a shot under Howdy?s apron. Not only did the brief flash of an erection confirm just how much his rival was enjoying this, it also reminded Dexter just what was prodding at him. ?I think we can make an arrangement. Still need to break this pony in, you know.?  
       
       Dexter didn?t have to ask what Howdy meant to understand where this was going, nor to resent the implication of such a degrading term. More importantly though, he was still finding himself too struck to even consider berating Howdy for the moment. All he could manage was the first syllable of his rival?s name, which devolved into a mumbled stutter when something cold and started to drip onto his tail. 
       
       Stan?s warm paw soon joined the cold oil underneath Dexter?s tail, clumsily running over nothing in particular in an effort to coat both Dexter?s rear and his own dick. ?The oil?s not gonna cost me extra? r-right??  
       
       ?We?ll negotiate later.? Stan shuddered, and Dexter felt it. He didn?t hesitate though, grabbing his dick and finally starting to aim. 
       
       The tip of Stan?s cock brushed almost accidentally by Dexter?s asshole at first. Desperate as he was, Stan was having trouble keeping himself from thrusting. For a few shots he merely rubbed his dick clumsily against the cheeks in front of him, even once just grazing Dexter?s balls. All the while he was moaning and grunting. As much as he wouldn?t care to admit it, Dexter was right there with him, grunting and waiting nervously for the thrust that finally struck home. He was getting quite desperate himself. 
       
       So, in his desperation, he latched on to the only speck of hope he had. His voice was barely a whisper when he focused back onto Howdy?s crotch. ?H-Howdy, surely we can negotiate this, right? I think I may have changed my mind.? The slow expanse of a wet spot was the only answer he received initially. 
       
       Then Stan finally struck home, and Howdy gave his worker a much more definitive answer. The second Dexter and Stan both let loose a simultaneous gasp, there was another rough tug on the leash. After his initial gasp, Dexter had no more chance to catch his breath, and fell to a stiff whimpering as his arms became rigid in a reflexive attempt to pull away. 
       
       What didn?t help was the fact that the desperate ham getting his rocks off behind Dexter was anything but loving. Stan rammed hard and fast, only backing up when resistance force him too, and even then, not far. Instead, Howdy set the pace by allowing just enough slack for Dexter to pull away perhaps a single inch before jerking him back into his customer. 
       
       Dexter was faintly aware of the pace, but every movement was reflex. He couldn?t think beyond the overwhelming sensations that accompanied penetration. It wasn?t painful, that would have been much easier to handle. Instead it was uncomfortable, frustrating, and, most disturbingly, arousing. A part of him echoed an urge to adjust himself with every pull back to get a better angle or lean more into the warm hips behind him. He shut up that voice by focusing on both his anger and a bit of desperate rationalization.
       
       ?I?m going to? Howdy? Just been too long since? Pashmina?? Stan was finally beginning to hilt behind him, and in spite of himself, the grey ham was becoming aroused by the prospect. His own dick was frustratingly hanging well out between his legs. A biological stimulation he couldn?t deny as much as he told himself to be disgusted by the sensations provided by the clumsy ham he was servicing. 
       
       Howdy wasn?t content to just watch the show play out in front of him. Dexter glanced up pleadingly to the hamster behind the counter just in time to watch a paw slide under Howdy?s red apron. There was no time wasted once the paw reached Howdy?s dick either. The apron bounced lewdly in front of Dexter roughly in time with the tugging on his tail. For a second it almost even seemed to give some imagined pace to Stan?s clumsy pounding, and before he knew it, Dexter was becoming enraptured by the sight. 
       
       He even almost began to enjoy himself for a moment. He became faintly aware of his own grunting becoming less labored and more reactive. The clumsy pounding started to become almost comfortable, if still utterly new and somewhat grossly intimate. When Stan broke him from his comfort it was all the more shocking as a result to remember how much he was being degraded. 
       
       ?Ungfh? Y-yeah, you like that don?t you, Dex?? Stan?s humping had slowed. Howdy slowed with him, leaving Dexter?s tail high for full access at all times. ?You?re just? amazing, man? so hot.? It was a meager attempt at a compliment, but Dexter could only think of it as further humiliation. A blush struck his face and he glanced back at the wall shaking behind him. It was a painful barrier that made this disgusting fake intimacy all the worse, and he silently begged for it to end even as his own dick throbbed with arousal. 
       
       Sadly, he had a moment still to wait though. When he turned back to pull away from Stan, Dexter saw that Howdy had abruptly dropped his apron in the interim. He was suddenly struck by even more intimacy as he found himself face to face with a throbbing, dripping dick being slowly jerked right before his nose. 
       
       ?He?s a perty, little pony, you got that right.? Howdy?s laugh sounded almost like a cackle this time as his naked belly and balls jiggled perversely in front of his worker. Dexter?s mouth was fully agape as he stared now, as it was impossible for him to stifle a gasp as Stan suddenly fell back into his clumsy, forceful pace behind him. Howdy must have noticed, because he let loose his grip on the dick, and let it firmly slap Dexter on the nose. It was the lightest impact, but it still sent Dexter right to the ground.
       
       Soon, Howdy?s laugh faded and the only sound was a sloppy slap of wet cheeks and Stan?s grunting. ?H-holy cow, man?? He stopped suddenly, striking Dexter with a deafening silence as he did. ?I-I?m gonna?. Howdy, can I??
       
       Dexter wasted no time in responding, as it immediately dawned on him what a sudden stop would mean. ?Don?t you dare, Stan.? Unfortunately for him, he whispered it far too quietly to hear over another quick laugh from Howdy.
       
       ?Sure thing, pal! Keep the machine lubricated for the next guy, I say!? Howdy didn?t even need to finish his sentence though. Stan?s finish happened as quickly and as clumsily as his start, and he was already letting loose a jet inside of Howdy?s whore. He half pulled out before Howdy had finished talking, and soon Dexter could feel both the warmth of the semen inside of him and splashing lazily against his ring. 
       
       Strangely, he found himself blushing again as he pictured what he thought must be Stan?s ridiculous face when he came, tongue hanging out and eyes rolling back. More embarrassingly, his dick throbbed again as he satisfied himself with the image. 
       
       ?H-holy cow?? Stan fell hard against the counter, slamming both paws noisily above Dexter and shaking the whole storefront. His crotch similarly flopped against the hamster?s ass, squishing against his own cum and pressing even more into Dexter?s fur. ?That was? so h-hot.?
       
       ?Hehe, sure it was, fella,? Howdy leaned into the counter himself. Dexter noticed when the cock that had smacked him on the nose pressed against his face again, even brushing momentarily against his still gaping mouth. Dexter shut his mouth the moment he noticed of course, but it was still too late to avoid a salty taste tinging his lips immediately after.
       
       For just a second, there was silence then, allowing Dexter to take in the whole of his situation. During that second, it almost felt nice. Stan resting against him wasn?t disgusting, just intimate. Admittedly, there was still some tension because of the dick in front of him and his own throbbing cock.  However, Dexter could almost brush that off as he enjoyed the warmth and the satisfying feeling of having been used.
       
       Then Howdy had to ruin it by talking again. ?Don?t get too cozy though, hot stuff, this ain?t a cheesy motel!? Howdy rapt his finger over the desk again, and Stan suddenly backed away as quickly as he had fallen to the table. ?Unless you want to sleep in the stable with our other horse, I think you best make way for the other customers.?
       
       In defiance of his own pride, Dexter found himself missing the warmth of Stan?s groin as his ass was again exposed to the cold air of the park. Annoyed, he glared straight at the dick in front of him. It jiggled with another chuckle as Stan backed away. ?Uh? r-right, man. I get ya!? Dexter heard the distinct shake of maracas as the hamster started off away in earnest, and just over that sound he heard the ham faintly yell back to them. ?Thanks for the lay, Dex-man. Seeya guys again later!?
       
       Dexter shook his head, rubbing out the image of the ham strolling off with a still wet crotch and a cheerful wink from his mind. As he regained a touch of sense, his erection even beginning to recede, he was disgusted to have even thought of being genuinely intimate with such an idiot. Still, he had a few words for Howdy. ?Did you need to send him off so abruptly? You forgot to remind him to pay.?
       
       Howdy was very deliberate this time in thrusting his dick at Dexter, and the ham under the deck was forced to move his face aside so it merely brushed against a cheek. ?Don?t get your bowtie in a twist, ya busy little bee! Your next batch of honey?s already here.?
       
       As if on cue, Dexter felt another crotch against him the moment Howdy finished, and his eyes went wide in shock. It was, to put it simply, someone substantially larger than Stan. 
       
       The distinct sound of seeds hitting the countertop followed a moment later, and then a deep, gruff, and once more familiar voice. ?T-twenty seeds good?! That means two rounds, right?!?
       
       ?Hehe. Sound?s right to me, Boss.? Howdy moved a paw back to his dick very slowly while he spoke, and with another painfully slow motion, he dragged the appendage across Dexter?s face. ?Fella?s already all lubed up for ya?. No need to take it easy.?
       
       Dexter was hesitant to open his mouth in protest with Howdy?s dick wandering so near it. However, Boss made good on Howdy?s threat without hesitation, so the prospect of at least trying was becoming more tempting by the moment. The larger ham roughly set a pair of calloused paws on Dexter?s hips and tail, and his hips were thrusting even as Howdy still casually shuffled seeds on the counter above. 
       
       ?Y-you mean it?? Boss groaned and stretched Dexter?s cheeks apart, his intentions clear when the weighty tip of a frighteningly, fat dick began pressing against the ham hole in front of him. ?Oh ham, I don?t think I can resist. Hope you?re as ready as he says, pal.?
       
       ?W-wait-? Dexter finally worked up the courage for another attempt to put a stop to this, but it was a courage that was worked up far too late. Boss wasted absolutely no time and bottomed out without a second?s notice in a single thrust. Dexter?s attempt to stop it turned into a shrill scream.
       
       And even that scream was muffled a moment later when his mouth was filled with another dick as quickly as he?d feared. ?Don?t mind the old stand, Boss. Just not used to holdin? so much weight.? Howdy laughed for a moment as Boss settled his paws atop the stand. Then, to his surprise, and Dexter?s for that matter, the ham beneath them started sucking. Howdy?s laugh abruptly transitioned to a gasp before falling into something like a stifled sigh. ?H-heh? seems it?s adjustin? already??
       
       Dexter refused to explain why he started sucking. It was reflexive almost. Each pound from Boss was accompanied by a deep breath that sucked in more of the sweat and other juices around the cock, as well as the scent around its owner?s groin fur. Any inner monologue left blamed it on a coping skill that allowed him to handle the overwhelming pressure in his quivering ass. However, the most prominent part of him simply craved more and didn?t ask why. It was so revolting, and so intimate, nothing like the forceful pounding that was so rapidly reaching its crescendo behind him.
       
       Boss was forceful to the point of being violent. Each thrust was as powerful and deep as the first, and if Stan had been clumsy, Boss was reliable and precise as a jackhammer. 
       
       The large hamster didn?t last very long before letting loose a shout of passion and a similar flood of seed.  His pace didn?t slow for even a moment though, rough and forceful even through the length of his orgasm, only stopping long enough to pull away and leave Dexter cold once he was done. Dexter was faintly certain he could feel the ground shake as his customer collapsed, but his focus was so intent on the smell of Howdy?s crotch that he barely even noticed as his own cock started to drip and spurt in response to Boss?s sudden exit. 
       
       Howdy didn?t last terribly much longer once Boss had finished. Dexter?s sucking didn?t stop just because the pressure was off. If anything, it became more intense once his ass was again exposed to the cold air. That need for closeness drove him wild as he continued to drink up every drop of the scent and warmth that he could from Howdy. 
       
       When the proprietor finally came, his worker even tried to suck up the seed, greedily refusing to pull away. So, Howdy pulled away first, letting loose a couple light gasps as his dick popped out of Dexter?s mouth. The bobbing that followed as warm cum splashed over Dexter?s face reminded him of that disgusting laughter, even though there were no obvious sounds. 
       
       Dexter only barely noticed the bitter taste of the semen, simply letting it drip from his mouth as the rest of it dripped from his face. All his thoughts were consumed by a sense of humiliation and, more embarrassingly, abandonment. He was not only bitter about being used and left quivering, but more about being left without the touch that had kept him going throughout the use. He even started to tear up as he began angrily cursing at the ham in front of him. ?Howdy?? It sounded more like pleading. 
       
       Mercifully, he wasn?t left in the cold for long. Boss left the ground and set a paw on Dexter?s hips again in seemingly no time at all. ?I gotta get a second in! Dexter won?t mind, right? Right?!? It was almost pathetic to hear what sounded like begging, but Dexter couldn?t help but smile back at the wall behind him and that feeling of being wanted.
       
       ?I don?t think he?ll mind.? Howdy let loose an audible laugh again, drawing Dexter?s attention to the fact that he was once more leaning into the stand. Disgustingly, Dexter immediately leaned in and began sniffing against Howdy?s crotch once more, especially his now flaccid, but still leaking, dick. ?We gotta keep him warm for the rest of our customers, right??
       
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       Some hours and seemingly endless hamsters later, the sun finally started to set on Howdy?s operation. With a smile, he waved his last customer off with one last pitch. ?Come again soon! We?ll be runnin? a special deal tomorrow!?
       
       With that, the salesham stepped away from his stand and finally ducked down to take a look at his worker. Dexter?s fur was matted with a few loads of cum from this side, but it didn?t even compare to what a look from behind would reveal. Of that, Howdy was certain.
       
       Dexter responded to Howdy?s gaze by lifting his eyes to tearfully glance up at him. He tried to look him in the eyes, but his vision was too blurry to focus. He was too worn out to say much. ?You? jerk,? was the best he could manage. 
       
       ?Ah now don?t be like that partner.? Howdy smiled and patted his little worker right on the head. ?After all you earned your self quite a haul. Even with my fifty percent out of it, you?ll be walking out with enough to buy any ham you could ask for.? He laughed again and wiggled his hips. ?And I bet you?re just too excited to see me in the box next time, am I right??
       
       Dexter only shook his head. He?d held onto the thought for much of the day, true, but at this point the vision of Howdy bound had long lost it?s appeal. He tried to say why, but his any answer for why caught in his throat. All he wanted right now was freedom from his bonds, and to feel a sense of fullness and warmth again. The last hamster?s seed was already becoming cold as it dripped past his testicles.
       
       ?No, eh?? Howdy looked concerned for a moment, but that concern didn?t take long to fade into a cruel smile. ?Hehe, well I suppose I can wait if you want another turn tomorrow!? 
       
       To his infinite shame, Dexter didn?t correct the other hamster, even as Howdy stood up and he was once more confronted with that profane, jiggling laughter.
       
       ?For what it?s worth, I think you?ll still have it a bit easier tomorrow.? Dexter started to tear up again as he heard the sound of seeds shuffling above him and pondered what was keeping him from speaking while Howdy continued to talk so casually. ?Looks like we?re still missing a few seeds. Gonna need to collect tomorrow somehow.?