He cocked back and punched Tyler square in the jaw. The horse’s eyes squeezed closed in pain as his head jerked from the impact. The golden retriever, meanwhile, seemed to squirt even harder in Tyler’s mouth, turned on by the opportunity for violence.

“The harder you bite down, the harder it makes me,” he growled.

Tyler was too stunned from the blow to realize what was happening behind him until it was too late. He abruptly felt someone grab his hips and lift him until he was on all fours. Then someone grabbed his tail and wrenched it back. Tyler moaned in pain and humiliation around the golden retriever’s cock just as someone grabbed him from behind, wrapped his paws around Tyler’s waist, and thrust hard. Tyler saw stars as a wolf’s sharp prick missed its mark and stabbed him in the perineum. He tried to flinch out of the way, but the arms had a death hold around his waist. One more thrust, and Tyler’s eyes bulged as the wolf’s cock hit home and shoved itself into him.

Not like this…not like this! he screamed in his head as tears streamed down his face.

The wolf wasted no time driving himself balls-deep into Tyler’s ass. Tyler could feel each spurt of the wolf’s cum as it burned its way inside of him, could feel the wolf’s knot already swelling and stretching his ass painfully as it shoved its way in and yanked itself out. He struggled for all he was worth, trying hard to prevent the wolf from tying him.

But with a satisfied grunt from the wolf, Tyler suddenly felt the knot expand past the point of escape and settle into him. He was trapped, one knot spurting into his mouth and making his throat burn from its salty taste, and one spurting into his ass and making his bowel and anus ache from being stretched by the still-growing knot.

Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here. I want to be anywhere but here! Tyler moaned in his head as whimpers of pain and shame escaped around the golden retriever’s cock. He tried as hard as he could to think of someplace more pleasant, anything had to be better than this!

A mental image of a beach popped into his head. It was fleeting, but Tyler clung to it for dear life, desperately trying to hear the sound of the surf or feel the sea breeze on his skin.

“We-hehe-hell,” a voice said, ripping Tyler back into the present, “What have we got here?”

Tyler was back under the bridge in the shadows, his nose buried in golden retriever crotch and his ass throbbing from the rough treatment the wolf had given him. He glanced up towards the source of the sound. A well-dressed wolf stood there, smoking a cigar and looking down at him like a piece of meat.

“Whaddya say, boys? Is he a keeper?” the wolf asked.

“He’s feisty, but his mouth—mmm!—worth every bit of it, Boss,” the golden retriever said, holding his hand up in an “OK” gesture.

“How ’bout his ass?” the boss-wolf asked.

“Tight as fuck, Boss,” the wolf growled over Tyler’s back.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, uh, sorry—really, really tight, Boss,” the wolf replied sheepishly.

“What about his cock? Think he’ll do?”

There was a pregnant silence, disturbed only by Tyler’s terrified whimpering.

“Are you telling me nobody’s checked out the rest of the package, yet?” the boss-wolf growled.

“I was about to, Boss,” another voice said from somewhere behind Tyler, “But with these two already mounting him, it was hard to get into position.”

“Well, then, it looks like I’ll have to do it myself,” the head wolf growled. He knelt down next to Tyler.

The horse squeezed his eyes closed in fear. Anywhere but here! he thought again, trying to recreate the beach.

His eyes snapped open as he felt the wolf’s paw graze his sheath.

Oh…no... Not that, too! You can’t make me enjoy this! I won’t let you have that satisfaction!

“Responsive,” the wolf chuckled as Tyler’s traitorous cock poked out of its hiding-place. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”

Tyler squeezed his eyes closed again and tried to grit his teeth as he felt the paw fondling the tip of his cock, coaxing it out inch by inch and then stroking up and down the shaft as soon as it emerged. In spite of his predicament, Tyler could feel himself getting hard.

“Yeah, really responsive,” the wolf said. “Lennie, get under here and put him through his paces.”

The boss-wolf got up and took a step back as another wolf appeared in Tyler’s peripheral vision and scooted under him like a mechanic sliding under a car. Tyler held his breath, not sure whether it would be worse for him to get off like this or for the wolf to just bite his dick off. Either one would be a terrible outcome.

A moan escaped his lips as he suddenly felt hot breath on his cock, followed rapidly by a warm, wet tongue. His cock leapt forward into the wolf’s hot, moist mouth and instantly began throbbing.

“Damn, Lennie, keep doing that!” the wolf behind Tyler said, panting blissfully. “His ass is clamping down something fierce!”

As much as Tyler tried to think of something else, each lap of that luxurious tongue on his cock yanked him back into the present. He felt the wolf’s tongue swirl around his cock, lap titillatingly up and down the underside of his cock, and caress his head. He began to breathe heavily, feeling his balls getting heavy.

No…no…no! he urged himself. They are not going to get you off!

His hands balled into fists as he set his jaw as best he could around the giant knot in his mouth and resolved not to let them take his self-control, too.

“He’s fighting, Boss,” Lennie said, pulling Tyler’s dick out of his mouth for a moment.

The boss-wolf scoffed. “You think you’re gonna win this, slut? Nah, you’ve got nothing. Take it from him, Lennie.”

Tyler squeezed his eyes closed and panted hard around the golden retriever’s cock as Lennie wrapped his lips around Tyler’s malehood and resumed his ministrations in earnest. Tyler whimpered in protest as Lennie’s paw came up to gently stroke and caress his testicles, heavy with unwanted lust.

Don’t…let…them…win! Tyler exhorted, but he was already beginning to feel his balls contracting, could feel that telltale sensation at the back of his neck and down his spine that warned of impending climax. Think of anything else! He willed himself to think of the bloodiest, goriest thing he could, and for a split-second, it worked. He felt a sensation of revulsion briefly overtake the feelings of lust.

And then the wolf in his ass shoved forward, pressing his knot up against Tyler’s prostate.

“Augh!” Tyler cried,  his whole body convulsing as he felt his balls begin to empty themselves.

In a split-second, Lennie was out from under him, and Tyler’s face burned as his cock flailed about like a banner announcing his defeat and spraying himself and the ground in a broken orgasm. There was no relief, no joy in it; only shame at his inability to even prevent them from getting him off.

“He held out pretty well, Boss,” Lennie said as Tyler’s cock finished and began limply drooling onto the dirty concrete.

“Good. In that case, you two finish up. We’ll take him with us.”

Take me with them?!

It wasn’t cold, but Tyler shivered anyway as he took a breath and stepped under the bridge and made his way to the figure underneath. Though he wore a hoodie that covered most of his face, the fur’s muzzle and tail gave him away as a golden retriever.

“You Tyler?” he growled.

Tyler gulped and nodded. “You got the money?” he asked.

“After you perform.”

Tyler shook his head. “Money first,” he said. His voice was firm, but his stomach was doing somersaults.

The fur growled, making Tyler flinch, but then he fished in his pocket, and Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as he handed him a bill.

Tyler looked down and frowned. “Wait, no, it’s $40. That’s what we agreed,” he said.

“Twenty upfront, and twenty after you get it done,” the fur replied, his voice even. “Now get to it, horse-face!”

Tyler took a deep breath. He’d never dreamed it would come to this. He wasn’t even doing drugs!

“Get on your knees,” the golden retriever said. “Do it well, and maybe I’ll kick in a tip.”

The horse’s stomach turned, and it felt like someone had lined his shoulders and neck with ice cubes as he slowly knelt in front of the fur. It was all so surreal.

The harsh grate of the dog’s jeans unzipping brought Tyler back to reality. His nostrils instantly filled with the male’s scent, musky and acrid.

“Get to it, or the deal’s off,” the golden retriever said, his voice husky.

His cock had already poked out of his sheath and looked like glossy, red silk on a golden pillow. Under different circumstances, Tyler might have been turned on.

But this was different.

Don’t think about it; just do it, Tyler urged himself. He took a couple of deep breaths, opened his mouth, held his breath, and leaned forward.

The dog’s salty spunk hit his tongue before his lips even touched the prick that spat it. Tyler ignored the distaste and followed through, quickly wrapping his lips around the dog’s maleness and trying to retreat mentally to a happier place.

“Wow, that’s a hot mouth,” the fur said as his cock throbbed and spat some more canine sperm down Tyler’s throat.

Let’s just get him off, Tyler thought as he reluctantly pressed his tongue firmly against the dog’s cock and began stroking and swirling around it.

“Oh, fuck!” the golden retriever gasped. “Hell, yes!”

Tyler felt the john rock backwards and then begin lightly humping his face. He instinctively began bobbing in time, but his mind was trying to be anywhere but here selling his mouth for money.

How did it come to this? How did one stock market correction land him under a bridge blowing strangers for enough money to eat?

“You wanna double your money?” the dog asked.

Tyler started, yanked back into the present once again.

“Drop those pants and let me fuck you, and I’ll pay you $100,” the dog said, his voice raspy.

Tyler shook his head and momentarily took his mouth off the dog’s dick. “No,” he said, “Just oral.”

“Your loss,” the dog replied, his tongue lolling out and his eyes glazing over as he pulled Tyler’s head back onto his cock, driving his muzzle into the dog’s musky fur.

Tyler felt the spurts from the dog’s prick intensify and could feel the dog’s knot beginning to swell inside his mouth.

Uh, oh. Better back off, he thought.

He tried to pull back, but the dog held him firmly in place, his knot swelling faster in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler began to struggle.

“You said, ‘anything,’” the dog growled. “Be still.”

Panic began to creep into Tyler’s mind as the dog’s knot swelled so large that it pressed against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, forcing him to open his mouth to accommodate it. The idea of being stuck like this terrified him. The last thing he needed was to get arrested for doing the only thing he could to make ends meet! He couldn’t let that happen!

He opened his mouth wider and struggled harder to pull his mouth off the dog’s cock. The dog leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head with both paws, and yanked forward. Tyler yelped around the dog’s cock as it impaled his mouth, spitting cum right on the back of his throat. He could breathe sure enough, but each spurt wanted to make him gag. His eyes watered, and his nose began to run.

“That’s a good boy,” the dog murmured through contented panting, “Now just keep licking and swirling around my cock. It’s not like you’ve got anything better to do, is it?”

In spite of his discomfort, Tyler heard everything the dog said. He was right: there was literally nothing else Tyler had to be doing, nothing else to distract his mind from how cheap and dirty he felt as the dog continued to cum down his throat. A humiliated sob escaped his nostrils as he began to do as told, swirling his tongue around the dog’s cock, lapping at the spurting tip, and stroking the entire length and girth of the dog’s shaft and knot, which had grown so large that Tyler couldn’t pull off of it now if he wanted to.

A sharp, short whistle startled Tyler, and he looked up in shock to see the retriever’s expression of mindless bliss replaced by an attentive look at something specific. Tyler tried to turn his head to follow the dog’s gaze, but the dog reacted fast, holding his head still firmly with both hands.

“Now you just stay right there,” the dog growled, his eyes catching a stray beam of light from under the hoodie and reflecting gold. “Some of my friends needed a bit of relief, too.”

Tyler gasped and tried hard to jerk away, but the dog’s paws held him rigidly still.

“Don’t even think about biting me,” the dog said evenly.

Tyler’s eyes constricted as he suddenly smelled something new: something even more threatening than this golden retriever.

He smelled wolf.

A rough paw on his shoulder make him gasp around the golden retriever’s cock. His eyes darted to the side to see a black paw reach over to grasp the strap of his backpack.

“Wait! No!” Tyler cried, but his words were unintelligible.

He clamped his arms down, trying to prevent the wolf from taking his backpack off, but then he felt paws grabbing his arms and wrenching them up. He cried out in pain as the paws yanked his arms backwards to let his backpack be dragged off of him. Next he felt those paws grab his shirt, and with a gut-wrenching rip, he felt a cool draft of air blow across his now-naked back. All the while, the golden retriever stood over him, smirking.

“No! No!” Tyler screamed.

The paws on his face grabbed him hard, forcing him to look up at the golden retriever.

“You had your chance to double your money,” the dog said to him. “Shame you decided against it.”

Tyler felt paws at the waistband of his jeans. No! He couldn’t let this happen! He wasn’t going to be raped on top of everything else that had happened to him! His eyes flashed with fury, and just as the wolves behind him tore his pants in two, he bit down as hard as he could on the cock in his mouth and kicked as hard as he could with both hooves. As soon as they all screamed and clutched themselves, he’d bolt out and try to outrun them. If he sprinted, maybe he could make it to the police station. He—

He gasped and looked up fearfully. The dog’s knot was so big that all he’d done was squeeze it against his tongue and the roof of his mouth; his teeth couldn’t even begin to come together. Meanwhile, his double-barrel kick had missed completely. He’d only unbalanced himself and given away his intentions.

“So…” the golden retriever said, a bemused smirk on his face, “You wanna fight, huh?”

Tyler’s stomach growled. He tried to ignore it, but it loudly reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in three days.

“Shut up!” he muttered under his breath, glancing furtively around the café.

He swallowed as he pecked out the last few letters of a desperate plea.

“I’ll do anything!” his ad read.

He posted it to Facebook, to Craigslist, to Twitter, anywhere he could.

“Hey, man,” a voice said.

Tyler looked over the top of his phone to see a pair of legs and an apron. He followed the apron up to see the proprietor standing there with his hands on his hips, the light from the fluorescent lights shining off his head between combed-over hair strands.

Tyler gulped.

“I’m sorry, man, but someone complained. You know the drill. Out you go,” the proprietor said, his tone kind and apologetic but firm.

Tyler sighed and nodded. “Thanks for letting me use your outlet,” he said.

His face burned with embarrassment as he put his phone in his pocket—he’d managed to charge it enough to last himself another day as long as he conserved the energy—put his charger in his tattered, dusty backpack, and shuffled outside.

He stank. He knew he did. How long had it been since his last shower? What was today? He shook his head: without a job, the days all seemed to blend together, a nebulous mess of long days, increasing desperation, and weakening optimism. He tried to think back, but his mind was foggy.

His stomach growled again, loud enough that he was sure that passersby could hear it as he sat in the shadows of the alley, struggling to find something to be cheerful about.

At least it wasn’t raining. That was something.

Raining…

It had rained a few days before. Yes, three days before. And before that, it was humid…humid for a couple of days…three days?

He sighed yet again. He couldn’t even count on the temperamental weather to help him figure it out. One thing was certain, though: it had been over a month.

He didn’t know how it had come to this. He’d been well-employed, had a great career, made good money. All of a sudden, the stock market crashed, he got laid off, and things got really bad, really fast. In all fairness, he had been living a bit on the edge; his lifestyle wasn’t extravagant, but he did have a lot of debts. Ah, the debts…

He exhausted his savings very quickly. First his emergency fund, and then he started dipping into his retirement. He’d pay himself back, and this certainly counted as a hardship, he reasoned.

Then the calls started coming in, collectors demanding payment. The stock market had hit them, too, and people were defaulting right and left. Tyler didn’t want to be one of those, but…

The furniture went first. It had to. He had to keep a roof over his head and transportation. The furniture was nice—very nice—but he could do without it. The repo men came and took it away.

His car was next. He cried when they took it, but he didn’t fight them. He’d been dreaming of that car his whole life. He had it…and then it was gone. He could still feel the key as it fell from his hand into the repo man’s expectant palm.

I’ll get it back…someday…Until then…I guess I’m walking.

Then came the house. Without reliable transportation, Tyler couldn’t find work even close to sufficient to make the payments. He could still remember it like it was yesterday, staring numbly at the door—his door…well…not anymore—with a huge FORECLOSED sign taped crudely over it.

That was…Tyler couldn’t remember how long ago. He squinted, trying to clear the fog in his mind.

His phone dinged. It was the only thing that had survived the repo men—thank goodness he’d paid it off!—and now it was his last hope for finding work.

“Anything?”

It was a response to his Craigslist ad. Who knew what the person on the other end wanted with him?

Tyler swallowed hard as he typed his response with thumbs cracking from dehydration.

“Anything.”