He had never gone so fast in his life, he seriously thought he'd break his neck at this speed, even as he was carried safely by the black hedgehog, cradled bridal style in his arms. He turned his head and nuzzled his face in the hedgehog's thick, white chest fur, although he instantly regretted it once he realised it was still sticky and wet, caked in the consequences of their long, long day of non-stop 'fun'. He heard a humorous huff from above, which brought a blush to his muzzle. Finally, they stopped outside his dorm, and he was dropped to the ground. "Ah!" he cried, landing on his sore, used, and very open behind. "Sorry." Shadow remarked as he pulled the intern back up. Said intern began to slowly wobble away from him, clenching his butt tightly to keep the mix of about a dozen of his and Sonic's cumshots inside. Smirking, he slid his palm through the air and gave the beaver a good, hard spank, which forced him to relax his muscles. As he did so, a stream of cum came pouring out. "There it is. Thanks for the good time, bitch boy, bet you've never been fucked like that before, huh?" The teen blushed again as he stammered over his words. "Uh, n-no. N-never, never been with an older man before." Shadow's eyes narrowed. "Less of the old. I'm only..." he trailed off, his age was a debatable topic, given his never being born and frozen for decades. "Forget it. See you round." And with that he zoomed away. Stumbling slightly, Dave pulled out his keys and managed to open the main door to his dorm building. Dave kept his head low, desperately hoping no one would see him taking a walk of shame through the hallways of his dorm. The white walls hurt his eyes as the light from the dirty, yellowing bulbs shone off them, so he fixed his eyes on the brown carpet beneath his feet. He waddled was he went, his muscles clenched as he kept his upper legs close together in an attempt to prevent the multiple loads deep inside him from spilling out, but try as he might, gooey strings of male essence trickled out of his uncontrollably wide rear end, and down his legs, thick drops landing on the worn, threadbare carpet. If anyone saw him like this, he'd never be able to show his face in the communal showers again. "Not much further, I can make it!" he muttered to himself. At last he reached his green door, confident that his roommate would be out the rest of the night. Once he'd jingled his key in the lock and opened the door, he breathed a sigh of relief at the empty room, and flicked on the light. It was a small room, a rectangle with a single bed on either side, with a bedside table I the middle. Wedged between the foot of the beds and the back wall with the door were two small desks. Closing the door behind him, Dave grabbed a used towel and threw it onto the stool by his desk, before attempting to sit down on it. Once he had, he finally relaxed his buttcheeks, letting the massive amount of jizz freely flow out of his ass. As his insides cleaned themselves out, the turquoise teen reached over and grabbed a leather bound notebook and a pen, opening it to the newest page, and setting the nib to the paper. Dear Diary, I had sex. No really! I finally did it! No more being teased for being a virgin! Although, it was kinda weird, I wasn't on top. I've never really thought about boys that way, but today at work there was this black hedgehog with his boyfriend. He kept getting up in my face and, threatening me, I think, but what can I say? It. Turned. Me. On. Dave continued to write for another hour, recounting how after constantly being riled up by Shadow the Hedgehog, he had spent pretty much the rest of the day in bed with him, later joined by his boyfriend, Sonic. Eventually though, exhaustion took him, and he fell asleep at his desk. The next morning, he was woken up by a notification on his phone, for the e-mail he had guessed was coming. An automated e-mail informing him that he had been fired from Twinkle Park. It turns out jerking off and having sex with visitors went against company policy. He groaned to himself, he may not have liked the job, but he needed the college credit to stay on his course. "Ugh, I need a new job, fast!" He fell off his stool before throwing the now very crusty towel back into the wash basket under his desk, and began to get ready for the day. He combed through his fur, pulling out patches of dried cum as he went, before slipping one of his purple shirts on with a pair of sandals. Dressed for the day, he was ready to go job hunting. He wasn't having much luck, it seemed that almost every dinner, supermarket, and café already had an easily exploitable community college student on it's payroll, and none of them were in need of another. Finally, he came to the last place on his list that he'd pulled from the notice board in his building's common room. It didn't seem like a good idea though, he could feel the misery and despair radiating from the maze of grubby grey buildings in downtown Station Square, until he came to perhaps the most depressing building, same as all the others bar the golden arches on the wall above the entrance. Well, who knows, can't get any weirder than my last job. A FEW WEEKS LATER He squirmed and tried desperately to cough as Miles Prower, or Tails as he went by, shoved his penis into the back of his throat for what felt like the millionth time. How long had he been taking the fox's cock? A few hours maybe? He'd completely lost track of time, he honestly had no clue how much time had passed while he had been tied up and gagged, kept in his place under the drive through counter to service the fox. Dave winced as once again, Tails' balls began to contract towards his body, and sure enough the beaver began to feel the tip of the dick twitch as it's climax drew near. And as the fox let out another groan of satisfaction, Dave, knowing what was coming, prepared himself for the enormous blast of hot cum that was coming any second. And then, with a final buck of his hips, Tails releases his load, right into Dave's mouth. His mouth was gaped wide open as the fox's cum splashed inside him, long, thick ropes of jizz shooting right into his throat. Dave could do nothing but swallow as the force of the thrusting cock was enough to send jets of Tails' cum spraying directly into his stomach, his whole body trembled as the mixture of cum and dick sweat sloshed around in his mouth. Finally, after he swallowed every drop of semen, Tails pulled his swivel chair back, his cock retreating from Dave's mouth at last. Leaning down to stare at the beaver, Tails gave a confident, in-control smirk. "Well, my shift's over. Should I leave you here for everyone to play with?" Strangely enough, despite how against this he was at first, now he was seriously pondered Tails' question. At last though, he shook his head. "So you're not gonna fire me? Or tell anyone about this?" Again, he shook his head. Clearly satisfied with that answer, Tails untied him, and then flew him back to the front door of his dorm building. Once again, he made his way to his room whilst trying not to be seen, given that his jaw ached to the point that his mouth slightly open, and the fact that his entire lower mouth and front were covered in fox spunk. It was at times like these that he wished he'd paid more for an ensuite, but it would be fine, he'd just have to time his shower right. He wasn't going to be going back to that place though, so once he got in he typed up an e-mail handing in his resignation. He'd just have to find something else. Again. More importantly though, there was something else on his mind, something that had been lingering in the back if his brain since he was fired from Twinkle Park. Hoping that expressing his thoughts would provide clarity, he once again reached for the leather book on his desk. Dear Diary, I don't know what it is, but I think there's something wrong with me. I mean, it was confusing enough when I let those hedgehogs gangbang me a few weeks ago, but today might have been weirder! Today I caught Tails doing it with, I guess his boyfriend in the bathroom. He's this really buff echidna with a massive- Anyway! He tied me up under the drive through counter with a ring in my mouth, and I've just spent half the day sucking the fox off! And, I'm worried that I can't really say I didn't like it?? Being so powerless, forced to pleasure someone who has complete control over me... Ugh! I don't know what to do! Am I like, a massive sub now!? Not helped by his expression of thought, Dave settled for a restless, dreamless night's sleep. The next morning, at the crack of dawn, he snuck off to the communal showers to wash the evidence of yesterday's incident from his body, before any of the other boys in his dorm had their morning showers. As he strolled back down the corridor afterwards, a fresh towel wrapped around his waist, he spotted a black and red flyer pinned to one of the smaller notice boards that hung on the wall every 30 feet or so. He reached over and swiped it, not caring much for what the job was, as long as it gave him college credit, he'd take it. He didn't give it a real look until he got back to his room. Sitting on his bed, still wearing the towel, his eyes widened in shock as he finally realised what he had grabbed. 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We're looking for dedicated submissives who are willing to give a serious commitment to the position. Our club is specialised for male on male fun, and as such we are committed to welcoming gay and bi submissives to our fabulous community. At Club Rouge, our policy is that as long as it's safe, it's on the plate. Limits can be discussed in the interview process, but the basics of the position include power bottoming, BDSM (bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism), group sex, and anything else your dom might think up. Work is fun, and with all the fun you'll be having, you'll forget about the lack of salary! However, by working with us you will be able to qualify for college credit! If you have a submissive side that you want to take more seriously, and you would like to be a part of the hottest new club in town, consider joining Club Rouge today! For enquiries, please come down to our new location and ask to speak to Rouge the Bat. Happy humping! Dave's hands shook as he lowered the flyer, the tent in the towel coming into view. He couldn't. Could he? No, he'd be found out, he'd be ruined. He'd just keep the flyer, not in case he changed his mind, just because. Okay, reading it had turned him on massively, but that didn't mean he wanted the job. Well alright, he had began jerking off to the thought of taking the job, but even still, there was no way he was taking that job. LATER THAT SAME DAY "And here's your own playroom, equipped with everything you'll need." the bat finished, ending the interview and tour by dropping Dave off at his new place of (unpaid) work. Rouge smirked at the turquoise beaver as he crawled on his hands and knees into the room. "You know, I have to admit I'm impressed, you've taken to this so well, and you've got the fewest limits compared to all the other applicants so far." She turned to leave the room, giving one last look before she did. "Get comfy, and more importantly, get ready. You're first dom could be here at any time. Have fun, honey." And with that she left, leaving him alone in the playroom. Dave wriggled slightly as the leather collar around his neck chaffed, enveloping it so tightly it was almost a second skin. After the interview, physical exam, and the 'endurance test', here he was, goodbye Dave the Intern, hello anonymous fuckhole ready to service all dicks, large or small (but preferably large). He gulped as the lights dimmed, casting the room in a kind of half darkness, the only visible things being the vague outlines of countless toys, machines, and gadgets that would be used on him during all the sucking and fucking to come. Then, after what somehow felt like both hours and moments, the distinctive beep of a downstairs pass being entered into his room's smart lock rang out, and the door opened, revealing the silhouette if the first guy that was here to dominate him. TO BE CONTINUED...