Practising the Pitch
By Limewah
Subscriber Reward for Moxas (Sep 2024)
Featuring Fuze’s character

“Now, you can see how well-trained and well sculpted our selection is. But I’d like to point out a few of our newer members. Like Duke, here!”
Wolfgang traced his finger along the metallic rim of the spider gag. Duke’s pink throat flexed, and his tongue slipped out to beckon tantalisingly to the imaginary audience.
“That’s good, kiddo.” the cream-furred, middle-aged wolf said, ruffling the grey younger wolf’s dark hair. “Love that.”
“Ah-huh,” Duke nodded, shifting a little in his leather shibari bonds, his legs squeaking against the chrome dish-shaped platform he was knelt upon.
“He’s all bound up, looking smart in his leather harness, as you can see. And he’s been conditioned to have a special… affinity for leather, let’s say. Have a look.”
He pulled up one of his trouser legs, revealing a shiny dark brown leather boot. “Down, Duke.”
Duke nodded and practically dove forward. Drool spattered and slithered down the toe of the boot even before his tongue met the texture and began to lap. The smoothness and the tang of the polish made his cock throb inside its purple silicone cage. 

“Good boy!” Wolfgang cooed. “See, he’s leaking like a faucet already. He’d be at full mast if he wasn’t caged! While he’s working on that, let me tell you some of his story…”
This was a part the old wolf was well used to playing, and he could recite it without thinking.
“Duke here was just an ordinary ex-student, swimming in debt, very few prospects after washing out of the college football team. He needed a job. He needed purpose. And he found it.
Wolfgang detected a hint of annoyance in Duke’s boot-licking.
“It makes the story sound better if I gussy it up for the investors, you know that!”
“Anh.” Duke grunted like a stroppy teenager, but his licking did not stop. He was keeping up the performance. No reason to take things personally.

“You might remember his appearance on Load-Off. Or maybe not, there’ve been so many episodes, so many Load Boys who lost their livelihoods and went into sexual servitude.  But he was very well looked after, and very well trained. Taking the cocks of the rich and powerful day in, day out. And he discovered he had a bit of a knack for it… Duke here realised he had a business opportunity, a unique selling point. Once he did his time, worked off his debt to the game show… he decided he’d continue down the path of sexual slavery, but as a freelancer! And that led to him being hired by us. I’m sure all of you can appreciate a young man with a business-oriented mind. And you can see how much fun he’s having…”

Duke wasn’t able to really respond, aside from grunting, slobbering and salivating. But Wolfgang knew they were on the same page.
“I’m not going to give you the full rundown of every client he’s serviced - confidential, you understand - but I can assure you that if you can think of a position, he’s done it, and done it flawlessly. Not to say that the others aren’t just as fantastic at what they do. I don’t want to show favouritism here!”

Wolfgang reached down and grabbed Duke by the handle on the back of his collar, pulling him up to standing.
“Mhm, mhm, so what should I say next…” he unfastened the spider gag and pulled it away. 
“Ghh!” Duke rubbed his jaw and smacked his lips. “I hate wearing those things…”
“Well, hopefully whoever wins you won’t ask for it. 
Wolfgang guided his cock into the boy’s mouth. He liked how Duke’s lips felt around his shaft - the metal gag didn’t make for very good head, in his mind. 
Duke’s body visibly relaxed and his eyes closed, taking in the familiar taste and texture.
“I particularly like his mouth, personally. I’ve employed his services a fair few times myself, and that’s always my go-to. You ought to find out for yourself… every boy’s got their own specialties, and you should feel free to ask them!”
He bent forward, pistoning his hips faster against the jock’s mouth. He went from 0 to 10 pretty quickly, quicker than most would enjoy. 
“You doin’ good down there?” Wolfgang asked, pulling back until only the cockhead was in Duke’s mouth.
“Mmhm, sho good,” Duke said, careful not to bite. 
Wolfgang shoved back in. He looked at his wrist watch. Doors had opened, and the presentation was due to start in about 15 minutes. Plenty of time to finish and truss the boy up.

“...B-but enough of me rambling on, gentlemen. You want to get down to business! So let’s get this auction going!”
Wolfgang frowned as he let that hang in the air. He pushed his hips into the other wolf’s face and  the sub squeezed the tip of that shaft in his throat. 
“Nngh.” Wolfgang was worrying at the collar of his tuxedo, a nervous tic that the observant boy had noticed before.
“Mmm?” the jock wolf looked up at him. Duke looked like he had something to say. Wolfgang pulled back, keeping his hand on the top of Duke’s head so he didn’t topple over - he was tied up pretty tight, and his centre of gravity was a little low.

“What do you think?” Wolfgang asked. “Does that speech work? I dunno, it feels off, like I’m not selling it well enough.”
“It’s fine, man,” Duke said. “You’re wigging yourself out. They’re already here n’ ready to bid. Maybe you shouldn’t put yourself down at the end? The rest of the time you’re coming off, like, super confident. It doesn’t really fit.”
“You’re probably right.”
“What if you, like, used a meat metaphor or something? A bunch of my clients like calling me ‘fuckmeat’. Plus I’m gonna be in one of those serving-dish things.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wolfgang said, biting on his lip. “That’s a good idea. So… what if I say…”
He shoved his cock back into Duke’s mouth, and the jock sucked like the professional he was, happy to get back to work.
“I’ll be here to answer any questions you have about the programme, or any of these beautiful boys - no, any of these prime cuts of meat - yeah, that works. Any of these prime cuts of meat! But otherwise I’ll let them speak for themselves. Let the bidding start!”
“Mm-hmmm!” 
Wolfgang looked down as he thrust into Duke again. Duke’s hands were bound down by his sides, but he was able to stick a thumb out and angle it vaguely upwards.
“Thanks, kid,” Wolfgang said with a relieved sigh. “Now I just gotta make sure to say it that way later….!”

It didn’t take too long for the old guy to finish up from there. As he emptied himself down Duke’s throat, Wolfgang’s hips were pulled forwards as if he was going to get sucked down the jock’s throat. Duke didn’t need to use his hands to keep him hilted. 
“Ffffuck, you’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had,” Wolfgang groaned, a smile creeping along his face. “Okay, alright… lemme just…”

He stumbled away with a grunt, his legs almost giving way beneath him. Duke licked his lips and chuckled.
“You wanna know something?” Duke asked after swallowing down the last of his boss’ seed.
“Go ahead,” Wolfgang said, checking himself in one of the backstage mirrors. 
“When I get someone stumbling around like that, post-nut, the way you are right now…? I kinda feel like I’m the one who’s got all the power in the relationship.”
“I mean, sure, whatever floats your boat, kid.” Wolfgang chuckled at the youth’s naive confidence. “How do I look?”
“Sexy as fuck,” Duke said. “What about me?”
“You still need a few more accessories. Lean forward.”
“Ohhh, shit, right.” the young wolf laughed. “I didn’t even notice I was missing the plug.”
“You do forget it’s in there half the time.”
“True…”
“At least… not until I turn it on.”
Duke pushed his plush ass out as Wolfgang stepped onto the dish and stooped down. The glistening purple plug glided inside the meat’s well-trained hole, and it activated almost immediately after.

“Nnnahhn… nnhn…” Duke whined like a puppy, his body turning serpentine from involuntary spasms.
“Good boy.” Wolfgang chuckled. “Now you’re all trussed up.”
“Fffuck, oh, fuck…!” Duke couldn’t stop gasping, and more droplets of pre dribbled onto the dish beneath him. 
“That’s enough of that.” Wolfgang’s tone was teasing and almost fatherly. He pushed a soft ballgag into Duke’s mouth and tied it tight. Duke bit down hard, and his moans were muffled. 
He lurched a little bit as the conveyor belt beneath the dish began to shift. 
“Ready?” Wolfgang said, looking up to confirm the silver cloche lid was descending from overhead. 
“Mm-mhmmm…” Duke’s eyes were rolling up into his head. He didn’t seem so in control anymore.
“See you out there, fuckmeat.” Wolfgang winked. The dome descended over Duke, and he began his journey out to the stage, to the waiting crowds of hungry men with bulging wallets and deep desires.
He was prepared to be a gourmet feast for them.