Ishraq didn’t know how long the pair had hung upside down together. It was very late by the time he was lowered to the floor. Fabien had nimbly glided to the floor then cranked him down with a gentle ease, rather than sending him crashing. The sun bear was dizzy and disoriented. It didn’t help that the dim ambient light seemed blinding after being enveloped in darkness by the bat’s massive wings during the entire time he was restrained high above hard ground. When he was at last released from all of his bindings, he had trouble standing on his own and stumbled over to a wall to brace himself until he regained his bearings.

“Why do you keep those paintings hidden, Master?” The ursine ventured softly. It was a brave question. The crime lord had shown him plenty of evidence over the last week that his temper could flare up without warning. “They are the best ones.” 

“Because no one in this manor deserves to enjoy them,” Fabien replied matter-of-factly. He stooped to scoop up an apple that had rolled across the floor when he had dumped the bowl earlier in the evening. He bit into the fruit with a wet crunch and turned his back to his slave. “Clean up this mess, then leave me. I have work to attend to.” He strode off through a door, juice dripping from his chin.

Ishraq tidied up as best he could without any proper cleaning supplies being nearby. It took him a long while to clear the paint and piss splattered papers and gather every last plum and peach and grape that had scattered across the gilt marble. He eventually finished to his own satisfaction and staggered back to his chambers. The megabat’s spunk had dripped deep within him and was only now seeping back out along the lower curvature of his ass and down his inner thigh, reminding him of their recent rutting.

It had been rough. Savage, even. It was the kind of sex he had always craved but previous lovers had failed to provide. His cage felt unbearably tight, and the intense, needy ache in his sac threatened to drive him mad. He couldn’t stop replaying the night in his mind. It was as if the enigmatic fruit bat had sunk his talons into the fabric of his being and refused to let go. The bear’s body made no attempt to dissuade him from the notion that he enjoyed his treatment while at Fabien Laurent's mercy- at least, when the mobster was not surrounded by his goons. Whenever his henchmen were around there was something performatively callous about his behavior. Once Ishraq became aware of it, he could not stop noticing it.

When he arrived back at his suite, it was almost time for the sun to rise. He scrubbed off as quick as he was able, given his body’s newly-acquired aches and cramps. A verdant green speck of paint on his crest was missed in his first round of washing up. He touched it with his fingertip. It was mostly dry, but still smudged slightly. He hesitated at the sink for a moment, but ultimately decided against rinsing it away. The ursine crawled into his kennel where he promptly collapsed and lapsed into sleep, his paw resting heavy on the smear of pigment.

His rest was begrudgingly a brief one. He was awakened for work only a few short hours later via a pounding on his door. His poor bedding had done little to improve his sore muscles. He had scarcely blinked the sleep from his bleary eyes when his door was thrown open. Loud stood in the portal, impish smirk askew on his muzzle. 

“Monsieur Laurent is busy today. That means you’re remanded into our supervision. The guys and I intend to take full advantage of that situation. We’re having ourselves a poker game with some anthros from the families, and you’re going to serve us all afternoon. Get up, get something to eat, and get whatever cleaning you need to get done today out of the way as quickly as possible. If we are late for our meeting, you will regret it.”

Ishraq rushed through his normal allotment of duties, cutting corners where he was certain no one would notice after a single day. The feline was obnoxious and cruel at the best of times. He had no reason to attract his ire by slowing him down.

By noon, the bear stood at attention in his room while the calico and his spiny friend decided how to outfit him for the occasion. In the end, they geared him up with an onyx harness with shiny, steel rings that formed an X across both his chest and back with a strap above and below each arm. Matching heavy cuffs were buckled around his wrists and ankles. The feline deliberated for a bit on what to stuff him with. He unfurled a bundle that held a variety of plugs, as well as dildos of all manner of species. Most were uniformly black, but there were a few more colorful penises in the mix. Loud’s tail lashed while his paw hovered across the assortment, as if trying to divine which would be best suited for the occasion.

His paw lingered over a massive equine phallus, claws extending and retracting as if sharpening them on nothing but air. The distance between its flared tip and medial ring would be a formidable depth, let alone trying to take such a thing to the base to be properly plugged.

“This would stretch you nicely for anyone who wants to have a go tonight,” the cat suggested with a lascivious flicker of his tongue across his muzzle. His slit pupils darted to another toy. “Or perhaps the wolf? It will make such a satisfying pop each time we push it in and pull it out.”

Ishraq silently shifted his eyes to the lupine cock in the array. It was realistically modeled after an actual antho, with a veiny crimson knot at the base that looked nearly as intimidating on its own as the entire horse shaft appeared in total.

“But I want to make sure you are kept nice and tight, as well as needy. My friends did enjoy your moaning as they filled you with their spunk last time and you’ll be seeing some familiar faces tonight.”

The cat plucked a moderate sized buttplug from the assortment. It was stout with a wide taper that angled sharply back into an anchored base. He pressed a concealed button on its base and it began to loudly buzz. Clicking it a few more times cycled through a series of intense patterns and strength of vibrations before eventually cycling back around to turning off.

“Perfect. Bend over, bitch,” he snarled, raising the edge of his muzzle to reveal a glistening fang. The ursine had a theory that he sharpened his teeth even more than their natural needle-like points. This notion was only strengthened when he caught the thug casually sharpening his razor-like claws with a file in the hallway one afternoon.

The bear did as instructed and stooped over. He supported himself by gripping the bars of the cage that served as his bed. Loud and Quiet snickered to each other as the feline approached, the cat massaging the obvious arousal in his trousers. 

“I think I actually have a little time to spare. I’ll get you warmed up for later.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and let them both fall unceremoniously to the floor before stepping out of the pile of fabric and peeling away his shirt. He shucked his undershirt and vibrant orange briefs with white elastic piping and stepped up behind the captive servant, proudly naked. Although any real muscle definition was hidden well beneath his soft, sleek fur, he appeared lithe and fit, with a runner's sinewy physique. His handsome fur was a blend of creamy white with irregular splotches of orange and gray. The coral tip of his cock had already entreated halfway from his plump sheath. Its apex glistened with a pearl of pre. Slowly it extended further, its barbed spines coming out one after another while he engorged. His ear twitched rapidly, a minor habit that Ishraq had noticed him do when he was particularly eager.

“Don’t let go of those bars,” he said, making the slave jolt when he suddenly grabbed the bear’s hefty testicles and rolled them about in his palm. He gripped steadily tighter, threatening to squeeze his scrotum and crush his balls, stopping just as the pain was starting to become immense. “Or do. The excuse of disobedience might make it more fun for me.”

He released Ishraq’s sensitive orbs and reached over to grab a bottle of lubricant that he had brought along with the various plugs and silicone shafts. The cat drizzled some on both his growing erection and the ursine’s cleft. The chill liquid made the sun bear shiver as it ran down his crack and caressed his pucker. Loud rubbed his own maleness until it was at its full length- an unremarkable rod of just shy of six inches. The bear had felt its sting several times now. What he lacked in size he made up for with texture and tenacity. Each of those sharp ridges were eminently noticeable when they dragged along his prostate. The feline’s member always left the impression of sex with a far larger fur due to how it worked his hole.

Loud ran his finger up the length of the bear’s crevasse, starting just behind the steel ring around his scrotum and up to just beneath his stubby tail. The calico paused briefly along the way to prod at the ursine’s ring. It was still sore from the rough pounding he had received the previous evening. The feline barely slipped the tip of one digit inside and felt his unwilling partner’s tight heat clamp down around the intrusion. His eyes sparkled with cruel glee and he didn’t bother stretching the slave any further.

“Never forget that you’re just an object. A plaything. You’re nothing more than a sex toy here,” the cat reminded him. “How many anthros have you serviced in the week you’ve been here? Have you lost count yet?”

He suddenly gripped Ishraq, letting his claws dig painfully into the fur on either of the sun bear’s hips. The mobster thrust his pelvis forward until his barbed crown pressed against the other male’s entrance. Loud continued pushing forward, forcing the clenched ring open bit by bit as he sunk his first couple of inches in. Ishraq sucked in his breath through his teeth at the sensation of the spines sliding past his aperture. If they weren’t attached to such a repellent individual, the distinct mixture of pleasure and pain they caused on entry would actually feel rather desirable. It was typically when they pulled back that they caused tremendous discomfort.

The feline gave him no time to acclimate to the penetration. He continued working his shaft in at a steady pace. Ishraq tensed and clutched the bars. When he was fully buried, Loud paused and shivered. He rolled his shoulders with a grunt; enjoying the warmth enveloping his hardness. With a couple of deep inhales, the bear managed to relax his ring. He didn’t want to bring the goon any more pleasure by moaning out. He endured the hilting with a practiced stoicism, breaking only to gasp once when the cat swiftly pulled back halfway. His tormentor slammed forward fully once again, erection quivering. It thrummed within him.

Just those two thrusts sent a dribble of pre leaking from the bear’s captive sheath. It had been far too long since he had experienced an orgasm, and any sexual attention at all brought with it a wave of intense desire. 

Loud began fucking in the same erratic rhythm that Ishraq had grown to expect from him. As graceful as the cat could be stalking through the manor’s halls, he seemed easily overwhelmed by his base urges when they struck. He hunched forward over the bear and lifted one leg. He placed his foot-paw on Ishraq’s thigh as he pounded away with a series of guttural huffs, indifferent to any displeasure this caused the slave. He never did last long. Inside of a couple of minutes, the ursine felt the cat’s muscles tighten then spasm. His cock twitched wildly within him, pumping the slave full of feline cum. The flood of warm cum rapidly filled his hole, while the mobster panted ragged breath into his ear.

The calico extracted himself as roughly as he had entered, making Ishraq hiss and wriggle as a trail of semen oozed from his abused ring. In a singular motion, Loud slicked the butt plug with lubricant and forced it against the bear’s tailhole, trapping the remainder of his essence inside of him. He pressed the button on the base of the toy and it began to buzz to life. The vibrations felt even more powerful than they sounded and the sun bear’s knees buckled at the sensation against his recently-worked sweet spot. He fought the urge to groan as the toy kept him just on the edge of orgasm- not enough to be able to force himself over, but close enough to keep him yearning and dripping for hours.

The cat casually gathered his clothes while his porcupine cohort pulled out his cell phone and started tapping away with a sinister smile on his pointed face. After Loud was again properly dressed he picked up one last adornment for the captive anthro- a shock collar. He fastened it around the servant’s throat and made it tight enough that the dual prongs jutted uncomfortably against the flesh of his neck, barely blunted by his fur. The prickly fur made one last decisive tap on his screen. The whirring in Ishraq’s ass suddenly intensified and took on a strobing pattern, physically arousing him even further. He let go of the bars on his kennel and dropped involuntarily to all fours, paw-pads splayed and vibrant orange eyes wide. Pre jetted from the opening at the tip of his cage and spattered the floor, much to the amusement of his tormentors. 

“I believe I told you not to let go of the bars without permission. I think a punishment is in order, don’t you?”

Quiet nodded and pressed a key on his smartphone. An electric surge ran through the spikes of the collar, making the bear yelp and tense. The pleasure of the toy against his prostate dissipated rapidly into a haze of pain. The shock only lasted for a few seconds, but felt like an eternity. He moaned hoarsely when it was over.

“Excellent. While we are entertaining this evening, this is how we will summon you if we want something. It might be getting us a drink, it might be serving as a urinal, it might be acting as a slut for one of us to pump a load into. If you do well, we will be nice with the plug. If you do poorly...well, you’ve seen what our friends are capable of before. And that was when Fabien was around to rescue you, if need be.”

Ishraq fought the urge to gulp.

“Come along now.”

He followed the pair to the main entry, but paused by the door.

“Can I leave?” He inquired warily. He didn’t want his debt to inflate for doing something another mobster instructed him to do.

“You can when we tell you to- let’s get moving!” The feline snarled, glowering.

Loud opened the door to the mansion and gave the bear a rough shove, then marched down the long walkway toward where a handful of luxury sedans were parked. The ursine had been nude in the back garden a couple of times now, but never out front. It actually had been over a week since he had worn any clothes at all. He had grown accustomed to being naked in the presence of others, but the exposure to the street caused his embarrassment to flare up anew. Thankfully, the manor was fairly isolated on the edge of the city, so it was unlikely that random pedestrians would be around to catch sight of him.

He hurried to the car, not wanting the potential exposure to last any longer than was necessary. Soon they were driving toward the heart of the nearby metropolis, late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky and painting the horizon a hazy orange. They ended up parking outside a series of abandoned offices and warehouses just a few streets outside of the glitzy ambience of upscale gentlemen’s clubs. There was significantly more traffic than outside the mansion, and Ishraq hesitated long enough to earn him a painful zap by his captors. He winced as it ebbed, and steeled himself for the jog between the car and the unassuming building’s facade, glancing this way and that to ensure that there wasn’t any passerby looking his way.

Loud and Quiet seemed in no rush and let him stand naked (save for his gear) on the sidewalk while they meanandered toward the door and lazily picked through their key ring until they found the proper one to fit the lock. As soon as the door creaked open, Ishraq scurried inside. The former workshop seemed utterly trashed after a week in the lap of luxury, even if the ursine wasn’t allowed to fully enjoy it. Debris had been swept up into piles along the edges of most rooms they passed through. Eventually they came to one that was a bit less dingy than the others, and the mobsters clicked on the lights.

A card table had been set up with several places set with stacks of chips in a rainbow of colors. A counter had been turned into a makeshift bar with a variety of high end beers and liquors lined up, each jutting out a partially melted mound of chipped ice in a metal tub. It had barely melted, leading the sun bear to believe that it had only recently been placed there. With as much as there was, it was sure to last until late into the night and the indentured servant emotionally prepared himself for that eventuality. Glasses of various shapes and styles were stacked nearby.

“I hope you can mix a cocktail as well as you take a dick. I’d hate for my guests to be disappointed. Especially since they will all be logged into the program that controls that plug and collar you’re wearing.”

The feline plopped in one of the chairs and kicked his foot-paws up on the card table, nearly toppling a neat stack of chips. He flexed his toes, letting his claws slide out menacingly before retracting. He pointed to a dingy corner.

“You can stand there. We will...buzz-” he and his cohort snickered- “when we need you.”

He pulled out his own cell phone and started typing away, ignoring the slave for the time being. It was maybe a half an hour of awkward silence later when the first guest arrived. Ishraq recognized the wild boar from Fabien’s brunch not long ago. He grinned when he saw the sun bear and shot him a lascivious wink, but wrinkled his snout when he looked around at the room.

“I’ve heard money is a bit tighter for Victor’s brat than he’d like to lead on these days, but surely you could do better than this squalid place. Spring for a private room at the club, maybe? It’s two streets away. This is just insulting.”

“I’m trying to keep this meeting, let’s just say, off the books,” Loud responded coolly.

The porcine thug snorted. “I bet you would. Alaric and his new boy aren't far behind. The others should be here soon too.”

Alaric, Ishraq thought, That meant Simon would probably be coming too. This was the third time he had crossed paths with his former mate in the last week, and it was starting to seem like their fates were destined to be intertwined. 

The porcine took a chair opposite the cat and threw his suit jacket over the back before loosening his tie. He hadn’t lied. The moose was the next to arrive several minutes later. Simon toddled in after him, still meek and awkward in the presence of career criminals. They too sat down. Within the half hour, an assortment of close to a dozen other furs arrived. Some, like the impish skunk, the fennec, the swine, and Alaric, Ishraq recognized: others, he didn’t. Many eyed him standing at attention with lewd interest. Simon averted his gaze, somehow appearing more embarrassed than his ex.

Once everyone had arrived, Loud stopped chatting with those in his immediate vicinity and formally greeted the group.

“Lights work, plumbing doesn’t. Use the bear if you need to relieve yourselves. I’ve sent a login to each of your phones that will allow you to control the collar and plug. Summon him with either. Have him crawl under the table and piss straight down his gullet if you want. Otherwise he can mix your drinks, or service you in any other way you desire. Use your imagination.”

The calico demonstrated the shocking effects of the collar and cranked the vibrations of the plug up enough that their slave gasped and its rumblings could be heard in a pulsating pattern. The ursine grunted through the mix of pain and pleasure, drawing guffaws from the assembled mobsters. All of them except for the oryx, who was conspicuously quiet until Alaric pointedly slapped him on the back with a heavy hoof. He gave an obviously strained smile and faked a chuckle. If the goons noticed his lack of sincerity, they didn’t bother to comment. Most of them were already again lost in their own small bubbles of conversation. 

Ishraq was given a steady list of drink orders to fill, everything from beer to fancy, complicated cocktails. Luckily, he was knowledgeable enough when it came to alcohol that he didn’t mix anything poorly enough to warrant a punishment. The sun bear was regularly rewarded with gropes, slaps on the ass as he passed by, or blissful buzzes of his plug that made his sheath glimmer with leaking pre. The only goon he couldn’t please was the aggressive skunk. He was apparently never swift enough for the mephit’s liking. The monochrome anthro would start tapping the shock button repeatedly almost immediately after each command, urging him to hurry. The initial, unexpected zap made him tense up and drop a glass. It shattered on the floor along with its contents. 

“Just so you know,” the cat stated snidely after the tumbler had come crashing down, “that is getting added to your debt.”

The bear doubted that he had the authority to do that, but wasn’t in the mood to be combative and brushed what broken glass he could to the side and continued his work. For the rest of the night, Ishraq would need to carefully step around any shards of glass that remained in the puddle of booze. By the time he returned to the table with the beverages, the thugs had already broken out a deck of cards and were shuffling them. Loud was surprisingly adept, and impressed his guests by dealing the cards with a series of flamboyant flourishes and tricks. This aggravated a rat who had joined them and insisted that someone else deal, lest the feline use his skill to sleight-of-paw for an advantage.

For a short while, Ishraq was ignored while they drank and played, and was only given the occasional jolt to the neck or tremor against the prostate to refill a glass or replace a bottle (depending on how much money the thug in question was up or down at the time). Eventually one of the mobsters needed to take a piss, and was eager to avail himself of the ursine’s services.

“On the floor beneath the table,” Alaric ordered, beckoning the slave with a painful shock without even glancing his way. Simon turned away to look blankly at a wall. Ishraq found himself oddly relieved to realize that he was still self-conscious about the power dynamics at play. The bear silently and dutifully crawled beneath the table. He barely resisted the urge to bump it and send chips scattering, but that momentary act of rebellion would not be worth the ensuing punishment. 

The ungulate spread his legs before patting his upper thigh to encourage the servant to scooch forward and take care of the rest. Ishraq shuffled between his legs, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his slacks. Sitting on the floor pressed the plug against his insides. It trembled against his sweet spot. The slave tugged down the front of the hart’s designer underwear. He hooked it beneath the anthro’s hefty sac and took the tip of his generous sheath into his muzzle. The spray of hot, salty urine started almost immediately. He sputtered and nearly choked, but after the initial burst caught him off guard he managed to swallow the piss down in large gulps. The antlered fur must have been holding his bladder for a long while, because it felt like mouthful after mouthful was washed into Ishraq’s throat. Finally, the flow tapered off, and only a few droplets ran in dark rivulets down the bear’s chin. Alaric zipped himself up and shoved Ishraq back with his hoof.

“I can’t help but notice that Fabien is conspicuously absent,” the skunk commented. “Too good to play with us lowlifes in an old warehouse?”

“Of course. He has sensitive tastes. Wouldn’t be caught dead in here. Doesn’t know when you need to get down and dirty and when you need to keep your paws clean,” Alaric replied. “Although, I am curious why we are playing here, rather than at the Monsieur Laurent’s estate.”

“He is meeting with his papa up at the house today, so he’s quite preoccupied. From what I gather, his father is quite displeased with how matters are going. We thought it best to stay out of their way. Better to discuss private business this way too,” Loud replied, shoving some chips into the pot.

“Victor's wealth is squandered on Fabien. He’s too lenient. Furs will think it is okay to cross the families. Not ten years ago we would be breaking legs for looking at us wrong. Now what? He lets a massive debt slide in exchange for a month of the dirtbag’s son dusting vases and sucking cock?” The scruffy rodent chimed in.

“Maybe he has a soft spot for boys with daddy issues?” The mephit drawled, summoning Ishraq to take a leak of his own by pressing the shock key for far longer than he needed while the sun bear endured the pain. He revealed his maleness and didn’t even wait for the ursine to get his muzzle on his length before unleashing his bladder, soaking Ishraq’s chest with a gush of piss. The captive quickly directed the stream into his maw and started swallowing. “Anyway, you had mentioned a proposition? I’m not a particularly patient skunk. Don’t keep me waiting.”

“He certainly did mention an intriguing proposition. An excellent one at that! It’s about time we all had a bigger slice of the pie,” the boar butted in. “Why don’t you share with them what you told me?”

“ I would have left my beau at home if I knew there was going to be work involved,” Alaric said. “I don’t feel comfortable discussing matters of business in front of the help.”

“Me neither,” interjected the vulpine.

“Don’t worry- Laurent forced him into slavery. It isn’t like he hates the bat any less than we do,” Loud assured them. Ishraq’s ears perked up. He wiped the piss from his chin while the skunk stuffed himself back into his boxer-briefs. The meeting had taken an interesting turn.

“Still,” the moose insisted, pressing his hooves against the table as he stood. “It will be a good moment to step out back and get some fresh air. If this is talk about what I think it is, it is best we play everything close to the vest.” He paused and looked at Simon. “Keep an eye on Monsieur Laurent’s pet. We will return shortly, I’m sure.”

The mobster had a commanding presence and towered over the others. It seemed when he spoke, others naturally fell in line. They shoved themselves away from the table and rose in unison. Some grabbed their glasses as they filed out of the room.

The oryx was awkwardly silent while Ishraq crawled out from beneath the card table and stretched. The sun bear and Simon locked eyes. They stared at each other for several seconds. The hooved anthro looked dapper in his suit and tie, but his modest personality made him seem like a cub playing dress up when around the hardened criminals he seemed to be poorly emulating. As out of place as he looked, he was still leagues more presentable than his former partner, who was naked save for bondage gear and reeking of damp piss from the furs he had been servicing. The night was only just beginning, too. It wouldn’t be long before they chose to enjoy other uses of his body.

Ishraq was the first to break the silence. He sat back down on the floor, but this time drew his knees up to his chin to conceal his caged sheath. Simon was probably the fur that had seen him exposed and vulnerable the most before this strange week, but now he was self-conscious. He wondered how clearly the other male remembered him always wanting to be treated like a submissive pet.

“How did you get mixed up in all of this?” He spoke in a hushed tone, unsure of when the mobsters would return.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Ishraq resisted the inclination to growl at him and instead sighed. He had few friends in this ordeal, and didn’t need to go losing more by snapping at a fair question. Simon gave ground first. He sank to the floor and crouched in front of the bear.

“I met Alaric some months ago. I know how he comes off, but he’s charming, really. I fell for him fast. By the time I found out about what he actually did for a living I was pretty deeply involved with him. I actually only learned about it because-” he glanced around nervously and dropped from his already low register to a barely audible whisper- “I got arrested because the feds thought I was associated with some side hustle he has in the works. They realized pretty quickly that I didn’t know anything about what was going on. I wanted to break it off right away, but I was scared...and honestly, some part of me loves him even if pushes me to do things I’ve not been comfortable with sometimes. It’s- let’s just say it’s complicated. The police that aren’t in his pocket, and some other agencies, asked me if I was willing to hang around and feed them info in exchange for protection, so I stayed with him. Eventually he thought things were serious enough between us to bring me into his world. The thing is, the feds aren’t trying to nail him, they are going for the head of the biggest faction: Victor Laurent. And his son too, I suppose. Now you.”

“Simple. Dad gambles. A lot. You know that. It ended up being even more than I thought. He borrowed money from Laurent. It was a bad idea. When they came for him, I was all he had that was of any value,” Ishraq spat. “You were the last one I thought would ever get mixed up in this stuff.”

“I’ve heard enough banter that I know there is a coup brewing. That cat that brought you here has a bit of a reputation for being very cunning. He definitely is conspiring to get a piece of the pie for himself. From what I understand, there isn’t anything he can truly feel remorse about. He also knows a lot of these guys hate Fabien, and he plans to use that to his advantage. I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire when things go down with either the police or these thugs though, so you have to get away as soon as you can.”

“What about you? Are you going to be safe?”

“There is no way Alaric isn’t loyal to the Laurent family. He respects them too much and he loathes treachery and deceitfulness.” The oryx’s lip trembled as he clenched a hoof into a fist, voice growing distant and melancholy. “He’s certainly smart enough not to let his allegiance show here. Anyway, between the way he guards me and the police, I’ll be out of harm’s way.”

“I can’t believe we got involved in this mess,” the ursine puffed.

The door opened again and the mobsters filed back in, some raising eyebrows curiously at them while they hunched together in conversation.

“Ah yes,” Alaric commented, “You’re acquainted with Fabien’s latest acquisition, aren’t you?” He turned to address his comrades. “Simon here is...Ishraq’s -is it?- former mate. Small world. Hopefully the two of you didn’t take my absence as an excuse to rekindle a lost flame.”

The skunk glanced conspiratorially at Quiet, who nodded in return, then back to the antlered thug. “I feel like we could use some entertainment. Why doesn’t your boy give us a show by mounting his past lover, for old time’s sake? I hope our gracious hosts brought lube in case we decided to use him.”

“Of course,” Loud said with a wry smile, producing a bottle of oil.

The moose didn’t get immediately angry or jealous, he just stared at the oryx, whose eyes were wide with apprehension. Alaric turned back toward the group, who all seemed eager for the spectacle.

“And what if I’d rather not share?”

“You are a team player, aren’t you?” The fennec chirped. They looked at Alaric in anticipation. There was some context Simon and Ishraq were missing. Did he step in to defend Laurent during their conversation? The servant pondered. There was an awkwardness between the mobsters, but not hostility. Whatever feathers had been ruffled during their business talk must have been smoothed enough to not be aggressive. The ungulate’s demeanor hardened.

“You’re right, actually. That would be a nice warmup before we partake ourselves. Simon managed to paddle him despite his reservations. They have fucked before, surely, so what is another round? It’s just meaningless sex, after all.”

The hart took a chair and turned it toward them, his eyes boring into his partner. Simon gulped and after a moment’s hesitation started to unbutton his shirt at the collar. There was no mistaking his tone. There was no room for argument. It was clear that when Alaric gave an order to his mate, he expected it to be followed.

Simon stripped down, shyly angling his body away from the onlookers once he was down to just his briefs. He fastidiously folded his clothes as he set them aside. His ample sac and sheath were defined clearly beneath the taut fabric. His underwear was a forest green, matching the hue of the paint he kept tastefully smeared on between the ridges of his horns. Like most hooved anthros the sun bear had met, he was gifted in size. This wasn’t the oryx’s first time being naked in front of onlookers. During their short foray into the world of BDSM, Ishraq had convinced him to join him at a club where he tied up Ishraq and fucked him in public. Simon performed well enough, but much like when it came to impact, that sort of display just wasn’t his forte. The experience, much to his former mate’s dismay, hadn’t been repeated.

It was strange that just such an event, again with Simon behind him, had circled back around in his life.

The horned fur wasn’t yet hard. His sheath had swelled in anticipation of sex, even through his nerves, and after he shimmied his underwear down he massaged his maleness, coaxing it to erection. The conical tip eased out from its confines. The further his peach rod extended, the wider the base became, until the complete, tapered shaft was revealed. His sac hung heavy with a ridged tuft of off-color between his testicles, drawing an imaginary line back toward his ass. His upturned, spade-shaped tail revealed the pert globes of his tight rump, which drew whistles from their spectators.

Simon’s pelt was earthy brown with highlights of gray across his back and shoulders, but his underbelly was a snowy white from his chin down to beneath his tail, allowing the rosy flesh of his unconcealed hardness to stand out. With one hoof grasping his erection he raised his other to his glasses, but decided to leave them on and lowered it shortly after.

“Allow me to warm him up for you,” Loud suggested. He tapped on his phone and the plug buried within the ursine buzzed with renewed vigor, making his body shiver involuntarily. It hummed against his prostate with sudden, powerful reverberations. He was pent up from the last week, in particular the rough sex the night before with Fabien, and the feeling of fullness from the fat plug and the the pleasurable vibrations made his member strain uselessly against its bars. He shifted his weight and let his legs splay, then huffed as an involuntary spurt of pre erupted several inches from his caged penis before splattering on the floor. 

The thugs laughed at his embarrassment. The calico directed the slave to stand near the center of the room

“Don’t forget to bend over for your top,” the cat commanded. Quiet pressed the control for the shock collar on his friend’s behalf, pulling Ishraq immediately from unfulfilled ecstasy to torture. He leaned forward at the waist, partly from the order and partly from the pain. “Perfect, now spread yourself for him.”

With his claws dug into either side of his hindquarters, he lifted his stumpy tail and pulled apart to show his opening, stuffed with the girthy plug. Meanwhile, Simon was oiling his sizable length, from its apex to its thick circular base near the top of his sheath. It had flushed with red and the scent of his eagerness and virility were thick in the air. The oryx never lacked enthusiasm for, or during, sex. It was obviously a purely physical reaction, since Ishraq sincerely doubted this would be something he wouldn’t be willing to do unless under duress, but it was still flattering that the sight of him spread and ready was enough to make his ex yearn for his body.

With his glistening phallus in his hoof, he stepped behind the bear. His steps echoed in the mostly empty warehouse. With his free hoof, he grabbed the toy and gently twisted it free of the grip that Ishraq’s ring had on it. He worked it out slowly and with thoughtful gentleness. Once it had fully popped free the captive felt strangely empty without its presence after so many hours with it in. Simon stared at his presented cleft for a few seconds in silence, then hunched over his friend and angled his crown at the stretched entrance.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in the sun bear’s ear.

Ishraq didn’t respond. He had been fucked by many strangers in recent days. At least Simon knew his body and wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt him in ways he wouldn’t want.

The oryx slowly ground his hips forward, letting a couple inches of his penis sink into Ishraq, widening his aperture further. The familiar press of his shaft inside of him was almost nostalgic. If he closed his eyes he could imagine himself back in the apartment that they had shared all those months ago, with him wearing gear and fantasizing about a kinky scenario not unlike where his real life had taken him.

Simon’s cock twitched, jumping excitedly within him. It was actually nice to experience again. Ishraq did his best to try to enjoy the sensations, rather than endure them as he did with most of the other mobsters. Once Simon was fully hilted with a grunt, he slowly pulled out and started again, his sleek frontside pressed against the bear’s back. His haunches were powerful despite their modest size, and he was capable of grinding in deep. The size and shape of the oryx’s penis spearing him combined with the memory of sex with Fabien from the night before in his mind. They melded together in a way that when he closed his eyes he couldn’t stop imagining the bat taking Simon’s place; his body lording over his helpless form and abusing him for his pleasure. Every pant and groan and exhale and spasm made him think of the crime lord being the one buried within his heat. 

There was something missing. 

His unforeseen fantasy that it was his owner sinking into him was incomplete. The true dominance of flesh and mind was what was lacking. Ishraq found that he craved the rough intensity that Fabien exuded. The fruit bat was willing to let go of inhibitions and take what he wanted while intuiting the very edge of Ishraq’s limitations. The other mobsters just hurt him for the fun of hurting him, going rough for the pleasure of it rather than truly taking control of the passion. Simon, on the other paw, was skilled but gentle. He was a romantic lover that avoided causing harm unless consciously working toward it for the sake of someone else. 

The realization that he actually wanted sex with the anthro holding him hostage brought with it a whirlwind of emotion that the bear didn’t have the focus to address at the moment.

The mobsters hollered and cheered, spurring the oryx to go in with harder, faster, longer thrusts. Many had their own erections in their palms and were absently stroking themselves as they viewed the sordid display. Simon’s rhythm became erratic. His cock quivered wildly. They had mated enough times that the ursine knew when his former lover was close to climax. He recalled the familiar tightening of his core, the tremble of his flexing haunch, the panting in his ear.

The hooved anthro seized and jolted, suddenly emptying his thick gush of spunk into his ex in several powerful jets. The fresh torrent of semen mixed with what was still trapped in him from earlier in the day. Unlike with the criminals of the syndicate, Ishraq clamped down around the shaft buried in him to squeeze and coax some extra pleasure out of it for his top. Simon didn’t deserve to be mixed up in this mess. At least he could offer his old friend some small amount of bliss. They stayed locked together for several seconds, breathing heavily in unison. Then, the oryx dismounted, slowly extracting himself. His legs shook from exertion as he kept his backside turned toward the mobsters and bashfully dressed himself. Some of the thugs had already cum. The potent odor of their seed hung cloying in the air. Others loosened their belts to prepare for a go.

“Thank my boyfriend for fucking you.” Alaric snarled.

Ishraq knew better than to be disagreeable, but he hesitated for a moment too long and received a painful shock from the collar. 

“Thank my lover for pumping a load into you.”

“Thank you, Simon, for fucking me.”

“Good. Simon, piss on him.”

The oryx sighed softly but paused in his dressing while wearing only his underwear and shirt. He pulled himself out of the pouch of his briefs. His penis still hadn’t fully retracted and still oozed some last remnants of his orgasm. He aimed himself at the bear, who had already again knelt on the floor in submission. He released his bladder and let his flow wash over Ishraq’s chest. His golden stream was strong and heady. The intoxicating scent of his mark would linger for a long time. 

The party lasted late into the night. The bear ended up having more than a half dozen climaxes dripping from both his hole and his muzzle before the evening was complete. As expected, they were cruel in their application of both fucking and shocking him with the collar. It was nearly sunrise before the gathering was through and the bear was ushered back to the manor. He limped inside, exhausted and reeking of piss and sweat and sex.

As chance would have it, he passed Fabien on his way to his suite. The bat looked haggard himself, as though he had suffered without any sleep and aged a year in a day. He was muttering in his native tongue, pacing the halls, when he spotted the bear staggering around the corner.

“Where were you!? I came looking for you after my meeting. I needed-” he stopped mid-sentence and took in the sun bear who was on the verge of collapse. Laurent’s glare softened almost to a look of compassion, but he bristled again quickly. His tone went from irate to icy death. “Qui a fait cela?”

Ishraq was too exhausted to even make an effort to guess at what he said. Should he tell Fabien about the coup? Why was he even considering it after the situation the mobster had put him in? He kept quiet and placed a paw on the knob of the door to his chambers, not eager to spend a few hours in the cage before another day of drudgery. 

“Sorry, Master. I was only doing what I was ordered to do.”

The bat stopped him from pulling open the door with a talon pressed flat against it, and stared silently down at the stout bear for an uncomfortable length of time

“Ordered, you say? Follow me.”

The ursine balled his fists and fought the urge to lash out. He needed rest. He deserved it! He took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself and nodded weekly. 

They meandered toward the bat’s palatial suite of rooms. As soon as the door was closed behind them Laurent’s agile claws started undoing all of the gear that the bear was still equipped with and dropping the pieces unceremoniously to the floor. Once Ishraq was down to nothing but his cage again, the cooling spunk that had been trapped inside of him trickling out in milky rivers, Fabien led him by the paw to a plush sofa and guided him to lay down.

“I needed you here and you were gone. You were going to be punished severely when I found you, but no more. I see now that it is not your fault. Let it not be said that I am unfair. You will sleep now, here. When you awaken, you will tell me who hurt you without my permission.”

The bat paused. He reached down and brushed a talon across a spot on Ishraq’s chest where the bear had let the splotch of green acrylic remain in his fur, unbesmirched by the night’s debauchery.

“You missed a spot,” he remarked, almost wistfully, before striding regally away. He soon broke into a sprint and climbed up one of his perches. He took one last cryptic look at his pet, then shrouded himself with his wings and went to sleep just as the warm, orange haze of sunlight tinged the horizon.