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Maximillian Moonclaw, or Max to friends, is a black-furred werewolf born in an tribal community, where they lived among and respected nature above everything else. But like most of his generation, he wanted to see the outside world and immerse himself into and learn from different cultures. So once he became a full-fledged adult. he took the earliest shuttle out of his home planet and traveled through the stars, jumping from planet to planet and from system to system.

He took odd jobs here and there over the years, mostly bounty hunting which brought in quite the profits, all of that gave him the magnificent body and strong, tight and hard muscles he has now, which were pretty clear even under his thick fur, until he landed in his current and permanent home, Station Paradise! He loved the place the moment he stepped foot in the space port, that and being greeted by a security officer who wore nothing but a utility belt and a jockstrap was quite the welcome sight.

After getting settled in and familiar with the stations rules, which were pretty flexible and easy to follow most of the time, he bought himself a beach house on the lower levels of the male-only section of the station. His house was 2 storeys high, with a large basement level for personal use and training in shamanism, even if he wasn't that immersed in his own tribe's culture, no one can escape or deny their roots, plus he thought shamanism was awesome.

The upper floor was where the rooms were, with him having the biggest, master bedroom, complete with a desk beside the bed, right beside the window overlooking the ocean and his wardrobe standing on the other side. The other rooms belonged to his precious and loyal slaves, whatever they did in their own rooms was up to them.

The main floor is where the living room was, connected to an open, bar-style kitchen and a lounging area facing the glass doors leading to the huge pool with a tropical design, complete with a miniature waterfall in one corner and another was separated into a jacuzzi. On the other side were the doors to a big glass dome he built to cultivate the many herbs he uses in shamanism, as well as most of the fruits and vegetables they eat on a daily basis, though he does have to go to the market every now and then to buy seeds and fertilizers.

Beside that were doors that led to the large personal library that house thousands of books Max collected over the years, with a couple of small cabinets for the more... intimate type of books. The library also works as his personal study, where he goes through files and papers that he needs to make sure that his club and other small projects run properly.

The basement was split into two rooms, one as mentioned before was for his shamanistic practices and self training, the other is a play room for him, special guests and his slaves to use, complete with a pool table on one side, a poker table and set on the other and near the middle was a couch and two love chairs on either side, all facing a widescreen tv hooked to multiple gaming consoles. Of course on the far side behind all of the that were special bondage devices, like slings, chain hangers and a pillory used for punishing, though he greatly dreaded using that one since he hated punishing his slaves period.

Yeah, he was living the good life, a life that he believes he couldn't have achieved if he stayed on his home world.

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The sunlight shone through the curtains of the werewolf's room, strangely aiming right for his eyelids. With a deep growl-y groan, he turned to face away from the invading light, only for his snout to come in contact with something.

Once he opened his eyes, he came face to face with a large swine snout, with another groan he pushed that snout away from his face. "Go away Tyler, it's the fucking weekend!" he scolded before turning to the other side, his expression softening as he was slowly getting back to sleep.

Only for the curtains to fly open and him to get the full blast of the morning rays, making him growl and pull the blanket over his head as he heard his slave speaking. "You said it master Max, it's the weekend. You do remember that you're hosting a friend's birthday party at the club today, right?"

Max peaked from under the blanket at his slave. Tyler was a large bodied pig, but not large in fat, but mostly in muscle, the only fat he had was in his small and tight muscle gut, if you could call it's contents fat from how hard it felt to the touch at times. Max pushed the blanket off of himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked and his cock head poking out of his sheath. The werewolf himself had a few scars on his body from his jobs as a bounty hunter, no criminal likes being taken into custody of course. While he did so, Tyler looked down at his master's crotch, licking his lips hungrily. The werewolf's sheath was pretty big alone and just as fluffy as the rest of him, housing an even bigger cock and knot, bigger than the average werewolf in Tyler's opinion and he can't possibly forget his master's plump and heavy ball sac that hung and swung between those powerful thighs.

Max stretched and growled softly, then scratched the back of his head with one hand as he looked at his pig slave with one open eye. Tyler was pretty big in the muscle department sure, but the other things worth looking at were three things: 1. The tattoos that littered his body, all having some form of lewd or crude theme, words or caricatures, 2. The humanoid cock that hung between the pig's legs, about 6 inches long when hard, but pretty thick to the touch, and 3. The plump and constantly hard nipples on the pig's pecs, both holding a ring piercing big enough for Max to hook a finger or claw around and tug at to his heart's content.

After admiring his slave's physique, Max pointed with one finger to the floor. Tyler instantly obeyed and went on his knees in a matter of seconds, his eyes darting back and forth between his master's crotch and face, anxiety written all over his face and a wide smile spreading his lips.

Max noticed and smiled down at his pig before nodding his head, he couldn't help but let out a moan as Tyler engulfed his entire sheath into his mouth and sucked away like a starved scavenger. "Easy there boy, you'll get it soon enough," he spoke as he softly rubbed the pig's semi bald head, then leaned back to relax and enjoy Tyler's mouth. Merely a minute later, Max let out a sigh of relief, then all that was heard were the hungry gulping sounds coming from Tyler, each gulp ending in a deep whine-y moan.

After Max was done relieving himself into his more than willing slave, the pig pulled off the werewolf's sheath with a lewd and wet pop from his lips, swallowing whatever remained in his mouth and opening wide to show his master, who nodded with a wide smile and a few pats to the head. Then Max finally stood up and stretched one last time before making his way to the bathroom, grabbing his shower equipment on the way.

The water instantly came out at the right temperature for the werewolf, who let out a deep sigh of content before he began washing himself. Tyler poked his head through the door. "Should I go and check on breakfast, master?"

"That would be lovely, Tyler," was the werewolf's reply as he lathered up his fur, the pig nodded before going to do as told. He was happy that Max was his master and the fact that he's the first one he had that called him by his actual name instead of something degrading.

Max continued washing himself as he thought about a few things, first of all was the birthday party for a friend of his at the club, everything was set and ready. All that's left was to bring the birthday boy himself in, he just needs to quickly visit the club for a final look over.

Then came this month's gathering of him and his mishmash group of masters, he met one of them, Damien Harcov, a nosferatu vampire who had quite the impressive collection of slaves at his beck and call. He was the one that introduced him to the rest of the group and has been with them ever for about 2 years now. After that it was just some random lists of things for the day going through his mind as he finished his shower, wrapping his towel around his waist and drying his upper body feral style a few times before exiting and going down for breakfast in literally nothing but his towel.

His other slaves were there, most of them already done and washing their dishes with Jimmy, a blonde-haired raccoon with a slim figure just finishing and Arthur, a lanky, but toned fox nursing a glass of juice.

The one washing the dishes was George the boar or Georgie as Max liked to call him was wearing nothing at all, except for rubber gloves while washing the dishes, heavily built like Tyler and also sporting big nips, ring piercings, tattoos and especially that small and tight muscle gut. But what he had that the pig didn't was a long mane that started from the front of his head and ended to just the above the middle of his back. He was also naked just like all of the werewolf's slaves, except for the black leather collars around their necks, just how he liked them, proud of their bodies and figures, just as he was with his own. Although he looked at Jimmy for a few seconds, thinking that the it was about time the coon began putting on some muscles, maybe have Tyler and Georgie drag him along to there gym visits so that they can work on him.

"Morning master Max," Benny the rat called as he stood at the foot of the stairs facing the werewolf. Max gave him a satisfied once over, very short white fur that looked and felt like his actual skin even to the touch, thick muscles but not too big, tribal and sexual tattoos scattered his body like Georgie's and Tyler's and that black and green tipped faux-hawk running through the center of his head was a nice touch. The rat and boar were recent additions to Max's roster of slaves and a nice addition too, both of them have been through some rough patches recently and the werewolf was more than happy to help them through it, they both decided to stay with him in the end as loyal slaves.

Max smiled as he stood in front of the rat, who blushed deeply as he was still not used to all the nakedness and casualness around the house. Despite his thug-like look and background, he looked pretty cute in Max's eyes, so the werewolf simply leaned down and planted a small peck on the rat's forehead. "Morning Benny." Then gave him a small pat on the ass cheek as he passed him.

The others greeted him the same way as he took a stool and began eating his breakfast, his slaves all stood at attention, waiting for their orders of the day. He finished his breakfast quickly, always believing that starting the day with a light stomach was a healthy course of action, and then turned on the stool and began giving out his instructions for the day. "Alright, let's see..." he said, pausing before he began dishing out instructions in order. "Arthur, you take Frank and Hank to the club and make sure everything's ready for tonight." The fox and doberman twins nodded, both canines pretty well built, just like everyone... well except for Jimmy maybe. "Georgie and Tyler can go for their regular session at the gym... also take Jimmy with you, it's about time he began putting on some muscles." The pig, boar and coon all nodded, but Jimmy dreaded having the two swine as gym partners. "And Benny... well I don't have anything for you, so I guess your free for the day." He stood up from the stool and looked at his slaves. "Make sure that all of you are at the club tonight, I'm sure it will be packed to the roof so we need all hands on deck, understood?"

All of them replied with a chorus of "Yes master!" then all went to do their thing for the day. The werewolf nodded and went back upstairs to put on some clothes, he knows about the clothes optional rule of this section of the station, but it doesn't hurt to show some modesty.

He grabbed a simple navy blue t-shirt with a tribal paw tattoo plastered on the front and white slightly baggy cargo pants, grabbing his wallet, making sure that his citizen ID and credit cards were all there, then grabbed his keys and went back down.

Benny was sitting in the living room watching TV, then instantly stood up as his master came back down. "Alright Benny, going for a drive around the station, you're free to do whatever you want for the day, but if anything happens, you call okay?" He quickly instructed before making his way to the front door.

"Master!" Benny suddenly called out, the werewolf turned to him and waited. "No... nevermind, it's nothing. Sorry I overstepped my boundaries."

Max simply raised a brow and walked up to the rat, placing one hand softly on his cheek. "Benny... you know that I'm not like most of the other masters, right?" Benny nodded. "Then you should know that despite your title as my slave, you have as much freedom as you want, that includes asking for favors from me." Again, Benny nodded. "So out with it, what did you want?"

"Can I... can I go with you... for the ride?" the rat asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"That's it?" Mac asked with a smile on his face, the rat nodded again with a blush on his face. "Well go on then, put something on and I'll wait for you here." He gave Benny's naked rear a small pat as the rat made his way upstairs.

A few minutes later, Benny came back down wearing tight-fitting sweatpants and a black hoodie, Max raised a brow at the rat's choice. "What's with the hoodie, it's not too cold outside for that." Benny blushed as he unzipped the hoodie and spread it open, revealing that he was completely shirtless underneath, much to Max's delight, and although the rat wasn't asked to, lowered his sweatpants a bit, showing that he was also going commando under them, blushing all the while with a sheepish grin on his face.

Max let out a wolf whistle and stepped up to the rat, softly rubbing his chest and abs. "Very lovely, you already figured out how I like it." Then lifted the rat's face with a finger and planted a small peck right on his lips. "Come on now, let's hit the road." They left the house, Max locking the front door and activating the security system before making their way to the car, a wide sports car with a slim and sleek design for two people that offered a bit of room for both driver and passenger to make themselves comfortable. The outside was painted halloween style, completely black all over with webs and ghosts scattered here and there while the bumper and headlights were designed to look like a snarling beast of sorts.

Hitting the ignition button made the car roar to life, then hitting a few more buttons and switches pulled back the roof, exposing them to the morning breeze and finally turning a knob and pressing a final button made the car float and the tires slide under the vehicle as the anti-gravity mechanism kicked in.

Max finally pressed his foot on the acceleration and they were on their way.

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Even in the morning, the station was a hustle and bustle of activity, tourists checking out the hotspots of the station, citizens going about their daily routines and activities, and many more just walking around with no specific goal in mind for the day.

Max and Benny drove around the city at a leisure pace, passing by buildings and people alike, citizens and tourists from thousands if not millions of different xeno species. This kind of cultural mix and variety is what Max wanted all of his life and he finally got it when he came to Station Paradise.

Benny was just as awed as he first came to the station, although things were rough for him most of his life while he made bad decision after another in almost perfect succession. Bll of that was finally behind him now, allowing him some peace at last, all thanks to Max, his one and only master.

They arrived at the central park, a large area that took most of the centre of the upper level of the station, with a huge fountain sitting in the middle, men of different species, sizes and ages (ranging from 18 and up) were walking or jogging around either alone, with friends or loved ones. Of course, with all of them in varying states of dress or undress, thanks to the 'Clothes Optional' rule of this section of the station.

Benny was still not used to all of this, walking with his hands in his hoodie's pockets and a deep colored blush on his face as shirtless, bottomless and even fully naked men passed by them, although he did find all of this freedom and casualness pretty fun, sexy and liberating even. It was clear that he enjoyed it all from the growing tent forming in his sweatpants.

"Having fun there?" Max turned to the rat with a knowing smirk, making Benny cover his tenting front by pulling down his hoodie. Max just rolled his eyes and pulled the rat's hoodie zipper fully down and opening it up. "There, now you can't hide it unless you close the zipper... and you're not allowed to," he instructed as his smile spread wider on his face.

They continued walking through the park, making small talk as if they were normal friends, not a master and his slave, then came upon a sight that Max will never get tired of and Benny get used to, a big and buff wolverine with dark fur was sitting shirtless on a bench, hands draped over the back and legs spread apart with an equally fit brown and white rabbit kneeling between his legs and bobbing his head back and forth over the wolverine's cock.

Sexual interaction like this was very legal in the station, but only in the gender exclusive sections of it, another of many things that Max loved about this place.

The wolverine huffed and opened his eyes, casually looking around until his eyes fell on Max and Benny, who were walking towards him. "Hey, Maxy, how's it going man?" the wolverine greeted the bigger werewolf as he extended his hand, enjoying the blowjob too much to move.

Max took the offered hand as he took his place besides the wolverine. "Morning Cole, I see you got yourself a new boy there. What happened to the others?" The wolverine, Cole, was another friend of Max's, not the one they're hosting a party for, but still among the circle of friends that the werewolf created in recent years.

"No worries, they're still around, just gave them the day off and brought Buns here along for some walkies," Cole replied as he softly ruffled the rabbit's headfur, who smiled and doubled his efforts in pleasing his master, eager for more praise. "As you can see, he's well trained and just as eager as the others." Despite his confidence and having a decent number of slaves under him, Cole was actually still pretty new to the whole master scene, with Max being the one who showed him the basic ropes and leaving the rest for him to figure out.

It seemed he decided on a good route in Max's opinion, evident from the wide and appreciative smile on the rabbit's face as he sucked and pleased his master. Cole leaned forward and looked at Benny. "Looks like I'm not the only person who got a new slave."

Max smiled and pulled the rat to sit on his lap, ruffling his hawk softly. "Got two actually, this guy and a big boar man, both in the span of 2 months."

Cole let out a small whistle. "Damn, you sure know how to bring them to the yard, eh?" the wolverine teased, before his body twitched a bit. "Oh fuck, excuse me a bit," he said as he stood up, grabbed the rabbit's head in both hands and began humping with small and hard jabs, softly groaning and growling before he shoved his entire length into his slave's mouth and throat, much to the rabbit's delight before flooding his mouth and throat, briefly bloating the rabbit's cheeks before he gulped down the load, only for another big one to replace it.

After another 6-8 shots, Cole finally relaxed and sat back down, releasing the rabbit's head, who kept his face buried in his master's crotch as to not miss a drop, staying there for a few more seconds before pulling back and off, swallowing what was left in his mouth loudly and sighing in content.

Benny's eyes shot open as a deep blush exploded on his cheeks when he saw the wolverine's cock, the guy had a humanoid tool, but was easily as long and thick as his master from where he was sitting. The rat knew that Max's cock was about a foot long plus a few inches if you count the knot and quite the impressive girth, this guy was plain humanoid but easily matched Max in both departments, give or take a couple of inches less in each.

Cole chuckled softly. "Looks like your boy likes what he sees," the wolverine pointed out as he gestured to the rat's tenting pants, which he instantly tried to hide by mooshing it between his legs, yeah that didn't help.

Max simply chuckled and urged the rat to reopen his legs. "No need to be shy Benny. It's not like you have something we haven't seen before," the werewolf said as he groped the rat's tent, electing a loud moan from Benny. He slid his muzzle besides Benny's ear and whispered to him. "Do you want the same thing?"

Benny instantly knew that his master was talking about what the rabbit and his master just did, and the blush never left his face as he nodded softly, going down to his knees in front of his master without needing to be instructed. "Such a good boy," Max claimed as he undid the buttons and zipper of his pants, pulling out his sheath, with his cock poking out a good few inches and pulled out his heavy ball sac next and let it hang and sway freely from the edge of the bench.

Benny swallowed his nerves and got to work, first using his tongue to tease his master's cock further out of his sheath, occasionally going down to the werewolf's balls, giving them a brief polishing before going back up to the shaft.

Cole watched the rat working on his friend's cock, then turned back to his rabbit, only to see him staring lustily at Max's cock and balls, letting out a chuckled before speaking. "Hey Maxy, got room for one more?" The werewolf turned to his friend then noticed the rabbit, his answer was a simple smile and spreading his legs further apart, the rabbit didn't need further invitation as he crawled to the werewolf, kneeling right beside the rat and focusing on the other master's balls while Benny kept working on the shaft.

Once Max's cock was halfway out of the sheath, Benny took it into his mouth and slid down till his snout brushed his master's musky crotch fur then pulled back and repeated, while the rabbit below tried his best to get one ball into his mouth, and failing miserably, he settled on polishing the sac with his tongue. Max couldn't do anything but moan and growl in lust as two slaves worked his crotch, until he grabbed Benny's head and pushing him off. "How about we give your friend a chance, eh?" Benny wanted to complain, but he decided otherwise and dipped down to his master's jewels.

Max then pulled the rabbit up and tapped his nose with his hard length a few times before sliding into his mouth, groaning softly as the lapine instantly went to work with long bobs and expert suction control, the knot began forming in the sheath at that point as the shaft was at full length. The rabbit took this as a chance to impress both his master and his friend, he took a deep breath... adjusted his stance and position, before slowly sliding down the werewolf's length, tongue rubbing the underside of the shaft while the tip slid, uninterrupted, into the rabbit's throat and continued going down till his lips bumped the knot. Max's eyes clearly showed impress, neither a gag or cough from the rabbit as his throat massaged the werewolf's thick length for a couple of minutes before he began pulling back.

"Ooohh~ Fuck!" Max's entire body spasmed and twitched from the sensation. "This boy is trained very well!" he stated as he ruffled the rabbit's headfur. "Where the hell did you get him?"

Cole chuckled. "Some newly opened facility that sold pre-trained slaves, affordable prices and always top-notch quality, and before you say anything, they're legit and work through legal mediums."

That set Max's mind and heart at ease, he knew about a few slave merchants that kidnap the 'merchandise' from their home(worlds) and use some unorthodox methods of training, a few even resort to brain wiping and mental reprogramming. Luckily the authorities caught them red-handed, shut them down and all of the involved parties were arrested, unfortunately many slaves were beyond saving at that point.

The werewolf ruffled the rabbit's headfur again and enjoyed his expertise. Benny was getting frustrated at his point, here is a total stranger to him, pleasuring his master better than he could, well that isn't going to sit well with the rat. He lifted himself up, rudely pushed the rabbit away, not hard enough to topple him over and instantly took his master's cock into his mouth without waiting for instructions.

Max and Cole of course noticed this and the wolverine was about to complain, but Max stopped him from saying anything, placing a hand on the rat's head, who moaned softly thinking that he was doing a good job, only for his head to be slammed down hard into the werewolf's crotch.

Max held Benny's head in a tight grip and harshly moved him on and off his cock, forcing the entire length in and out of the rat's throat, electing a chorus of gags, retching sounds and coughs from the rodent. He allowed some rudeness from his slaves, but being both rough and rude is a bad mix and Max was going to rectify that.

Benny's throat was slightly hurting by now as the master harshly rammed in and out mercilessly, tears began sliding down his cheeks, snot bubbling out of his nostrils and throat slime began piling up his pipes and with one last thrust, gushed out all over his mouth and his master's crotch, some even sliding down his chin, neck, and then down over his abs.

Max kept the rat's throat clogged with both his cock and Benny's own throat slime for a few moments before releasing his head, much to the relief of Benny who instantly shot up and off Max's cock, coughing loudly before his throat complained and expelled the rest of the slime clogging up his pipes right on the floor.

Once Benny was calm again, Max lifted his face up to look at him. "Do you know why I did that?" Benny tried to think for a reason, but the werewolf didn't wait for an answer. "Because you've been rude by pushing your new friend like that and attempting to please me without permission, two strikes. I never train or keep unruly slaves, understood?"

Benny cast his gaze down and nodded weakly. "Yes master, I'm sorry master."

Max nodded firmly before leaning back. "Good." Then felt a mouth and tongue going over his crotch, seeing the rabbit sucking and licking at his crotch, then to his discovery, was actually lapping up the rat's throat slime from the werewolf's fur, cock and ball sac. Gesturing to what the rabbit was doing and turning to his friend. "This... is kinda handy."

"Told ya he's well trained, top-notch quality man. They advertised it and they delivered it," Cole stated as he watched his rabbit with a hint of pride.

Once the rabbit was done he sat back down and looked up at the werewolf with a wide smile, Max instantly knew what he wanted. "Alright boy, you deserved it." He grabbed the base of his cock, knot fully bloated and out of the sheath and aimed it right at the rabbit, he sweetly kissed the tip before taking it into his mouth, servicing the werewolf with his expert mouth once again.

A few minutes later, Max began growling, his hips humping up into the rabbit's mouth and throat. "Oh fuck, here's your reward, buddy." was the only warning before he began blasting the rabbit's mouth and throat hard, the volume alone caught the rabbit by surprise the first couple of spurts, but he composed himself and swallowed the rest like a champ.

Max's body slumped on the bench, spent and content, he let out a small huff as he ruffled the rabbit's headfur in praise again, who simply smiled at the werewolf, then turned to his master, who gave him a thumbs up and wink for a job well done.

"Well, your boy sure knows how to please a guy, that's for sure," Max said as he tucked his spent cock and sac back into his pants and zipping up.

Cole shot his friend a wink as he pulled the rabbit into his lap, giving him a small peck of praise on the cheek. "Not the best out there, but I won't replace him for the world."

Max checked the time and saw that it was getting close to evening. "Well I gotta jet, gotta make sure everything's ready for tonight. You're coming to the party, right?" He reached with his hand to Cole.

The wolverine took the hand and stood up, giving the werewolf a firm handshake. "Never missed any party that you hosted, did I?"

Just then, Max's phone rang, he pressed the 'accept call' button and pressed it to his ear. "Yes Arthur... What?!" His voice was loud enough to draw some eyes to himself, catching himself and speaking in a lower voice. "Are you fucking serious?!" He heard the fox speak, facepalming once he finished and dragged his hand over his face and muzzle in utter frustration. "Alright, alright.... I'll... I'll see what I can do from here, no need to panic, just do what you can from your side." He disconnected the call and pinched the ridge between his eyes.

"Oh please tell me the party isn't getting canceled?" Cole asked with concern in his voice.

"No... everything checks out... except that a good chunk of our staff asked for the night off, claiming that some weird bug or flu is in the air, probably too lazy to work. And now we are greatly understaffed," Max explained, finishing with an irritated growl.

Cole racked his brain for a few seconds, then his eyes fell on his rabbit, just then a light bulb switch on in his head. "Hey, how about I lend you my boys?"

Max turned to his friend. "Huh?"

"I'll give you my boys for the night to replace, I don't have a lot of slaves under my name though."

"Holy fuck Cole, that's way better than nothing!" He took the wolverine in a tight bear hug. "You are a lifesaver."

"Awesome. I'll have to go home and round them up for ya, so I'll meet you there, yeah?" Cole said as he was already walking away, followed by his rabbit.

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The drive to the club was relatively silent, Benny now somewhat clean and presentable, his gaze was still focused on his feet, occasionally glancing at his master. After a few more minutes they arrived at the club's employee parking, the car's tires sliding back into place just as it landed on the ground, they exited the vehicle and Benny looked up at the club's entrance.

The building itself is pretty impressive, located in the lower level of the station, the entrance welcoming the patrons with colorful neon lights, loud music can be faintly heard thumping from the inside as a long line formed at the front entrance.

Benny loved working here, nice co-workers, nice and generous customers and a lively atmosphere altogether. But then remember that he upset his master and his smile fell once again... He turned to say something, but Max cut him off. "You're forgiven." The rat's eyes blinked a few times before his master continued. "But I better not see you behave like that again, understood?" Benny nodded silently. "Good." Max then turned to him with a smile and hugged him to himself, his nose perking a couple of times before pushing the rat away to arm's length. "Phew, fucking hell, you smell like vomit!" Benny blushed deeply at the comment, but Max chuckled and ruffled his hawk a bit. "No worries, I'm partially responsible for that. Straight to the showers with ya," he instructed as he gave the rat's ass a firm smack, the smile returning to the rat's face.

While Benny went to prepare with the rest of the staff, Cole's car, a big truck with thick tires landed besides Max's own, with the wolverine and his boys getting out and greeting Max. The werewolf was impressed with his friend's roster of slaves, 3 skunks, a tasmanian devil, a ferret and his new rabbit, all of them fit and buff with various levels of muscle mass. Cole nodded towards the entrance. "Alright boys, get in there, set up and show them what you're made of!" He instructed before his boys cheered loudly as they psyched themselves and each other up, as if they're going to partake in a sports event.

"Can't thank you enough for this Cole, you're truly the best," Max thanked his friend again as he breathed out in relief.

"You know it, let's go in and get the party started!" he loudly exclaimed as he hooked an arm around Max's neck and dragged him along.

The insides of the club were filled with loud music and vibrant colors, two bars on either side close to the entrance with a large stage taking the entirety of the far back of the club, able to hold 10 performers easily, with slim walkways leading to miniature stages and just barely reaching the main dance floor.

The entire building was split into 3 levels, the ground floor is where the main dance floor and main bars were. The second floor was like a smaller version of the ground floor, with smaller bars and small stage for private group shows, and finally the top floor is for special guests and VIP members who subscribe for special services from the club.

Max instantly went to where his office was, which was located at the top floor, after promising his friend that everything he orders is on the house. He got in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, hello master." Max heard a tired, almost drained voice coming from his desk, he turned and let out a small chuckle, Arthur the fox was splayed face first on the desk, his arms stretched out and hands hanging from the edge.

Max walked up to him and gently ruffled his headfur. "You did good, Arthur, really good." The fox smiled as his tail began swaying left and right in glee. "You can take the night off," he said as he walked up to the leather couch and dropping his weight on it, briefly fanning himself with his shirt before taking it off, letting out a huff of relief, then leaned back and spread his arms along the head of the couch, taking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

A few minutes later he felt someone sitting beside him before leaning into him and hugging him, he looked down and smiled at his fox, who was completely naked by now and nuzzling into his master's fur. He lowered one hand and began caressing Arthur's hips and ass cheeks, the vulpine letting out a murr of content from his master's gentle hands.

Max meanwhile traced the fox's frame with his eyes, the fox truly took care of himself, which was evident from the small but firm muscles and lean build. As he was analyzing the fox's body, he felt a hand gently rub and grope at his bulge, looking down he saw Arthur looking up at him, silently asking for permission. Once the permission was given Arthur pulled the zipper open and undid the buttons on his master's pants before pulling out his sheath and heavy sac, softly nuzzling into the slowly filling sheath, taking small breaths of his master's musk, there was a faint hint of a stronger, strange smell, but he loved it nonetheless as he nuzzled even deeper into his master's crotch.

"Oh yeah, sorry about the weird smell, Benny kinda lost it when he was trying to take me into his throat," Max explained after noticing the fox's expression twitch for a second. "But knowing you, I bet you're actually liking it, aren't you my dirty, filthy foxy?"

Arthur moaned hearing his master speaking, replying with a lust filled tone. "Yes master, I'm loving it... wish I was there to see it." He then began lapping at his master's sheath and crotch, silently hoping for a lingering taste.

Max suddenly grabbed the fox's face by his lower jaw and lifted his head up. "Open your mouth." was the simple command. Arthur obeyed and opened his muzzle as wide as possible and flicked his tongue out, his hand still groping and stroking his master's sheath, urging the cock out of its hiding place slowly. Max briefly gathered some saliva in his mouth before squeezing the fox's mouth open wider and spitting right into it, Arthur letting out a loud, sultry moan, he loved this kind of treatment and Max was the perfect blend of kinky and vanilla, easily switching between those from time to time like switching a light bulb on and off.

Max repeated that a few more times before he had the fox close his mouth. "Roll it around a few times in there, savor it and no swallowing until I say so." Arthur did just that, letting his master's spit roll around in his mouth and on his tongue, letting out moans and whines of need. "Alright, swallow." The moment Max instructed, Arthur swallowed his spit audibly, opening his mouth again, showing that he was a good boy.

Max simply smiled at his fox and leaned back, his few inches of his cock now out of his sheath, he only nodded to gesture to the fox before Arthur practically attacked his cock, one hand rolling and weighing those heavy balls, another stroking the werewolf's sheath and his mouth working on the shaft and opening of the sheath.

At this point the werewolf didn't give a damn about the party going on outside his office, as long as he had at least one of his slaves around, he was having a party of his own. Arthur was more experienced with his soft hands and trickster tongue, which to Max felt like a snake coiling around his shaft while slithering straight into his sheath. One of his big hands moved and found its place on the fox's rear, groping one ass cheek in his palm before it slowly slid towards the other, then into his crack, two fingers rubbing and prodding at his hole, only to find that the fox was already lubed up and ready. "You crafty fox, already prepped and ready, eh?"

Arthur briefly pulled off his master's cock, a thin string of spit still connecting them. "Anything to please my master," he said, then went right back to work.

Max growled softly as he shoved his two digits into the fox's hole, electing a deep moan from Arthur. "Going to give you an extra hard railing for being such a good foxy." Arthur moaned as he shook his ass in anticipation, electing a small, deep sounding chuckle from the werewolf.

Soon enough, the werewolf's cock was fully out of his sheath, except for the knot, Arthur deep throating him expertly with small gags here and there. Then Max suddenly lifted the fox off the couch, carried him to the desk and practically slammed him on it, growling and snarling almost feraly. Arthur just submitted himself completely to his master, his big and mighty alpha, his owner.

Max dragged his tongue from the fox's stomach, over his chest and over his neck in one single drag, then clacked his teeth together in the fox's face in a threatening manner, but this was just a game between them and Arthur loved it. Max then aimed his cock at the fox's entrance and poked it with his tip. "Time for your reward, you nasty, little fox slut." Then, without further warning, slammed his full length in, the knot too big to fit at this point, electing a small howl from the fox, but Max didn't stop, in fact, he instantly began pounding hard into his fox with long strokes and powerful thrusts, each one shaking the desk slightly.

Arthur couldn't do anything but whine, yelp, moan and accept his master's dominance over him, hands tightly grabbing Max's forearms, but only to have something to hold on to as his hole was bombarded and he wasn't trying to keep quiet either, just letting his pleasure out and evident to anyone who could hear.

Max growled dominantly over the fox, before clamping his jaws tightly over one shoulder, hard enough to only leave a mark, before releasing him, never losing his fucking speed or force. He then clamping his jaws with the fox's mouth, forcing it open and assaulting the insides with his tongue mercilessly.

This is how the werewolf liked it, hard and rough sex, letting their primal beast out to take over for those brief moments, hackles raised, muscles bulging out, eyes beginning to glow, spit dribbled from his jowls as he snarled and growled like an actual beast. And the only ones he could become like this with, without complaining were his slaves, his precious and loyal slaves, his perfect breeding bitches!

Just as that thought crossed his mind, his body lost all semblance of a sentient man and began raping the fox's hole like the beast he was, growling as he clamped his jaws harder on Arthur's muzzle, his tongue thrashing about more violently as the fox's claws stabbed him in the back, holding on for dear life as his master violated him in such manner.

Soon, the werewolf released the fox's mouth, strings of spit still connecting them as he growled and snarled at the smaller male under him, who just whined, yelped and fully submitted himself to the big alpha, bodies sweating hard, fur getting matted down and thick musk invading the very atmosphere of the room as it began smelling like nothing but primal, uninhibited sex.

However even when in this state, Max had his limits, and he just hit his own as he slammed hard into the fox a couple of times, then a final, third one that slammed his fully bloated knot into the fox, tying them together as he let out a loud and primal howl deep from within his chest, just as he began flooding the fox under him with his thick seed. Arthur couldn't help but let out a smaller, weaker howl himself as he began shooting his load all over himself and his master, hands free.

A couple of minutes later, both orgasms subsided, leaving both werewolf and fox spent and panting hard, trying to catch their breath from the thorough exercise they went through. Max laid his weight on the fox, trapping him between himself and the desk for a few seconds before lifting up and looking at his fox with loving eyes, the fox returning the gaze only with tired, uneven eyes.

Max picked the fox up, still tied tightly to him and walked around the desk to sit on his chair, leaning the seat back to recline and relax, not caring that they were both naked, well, half naked in Max's case as he still had his pants on, though they slid down to his thighs.

The werewolf master ruffled the fox's headfur briefly, letting out a satisfied chuckled before craning his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing.

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Max soon opened his eyes to someone shaking him awake, he didn't realize that he actually fell asleep after his little session with Arthur. He rubbed his eyes as he turned to Georgie the boar. "You missed the party, master," the boar stated with a small, knowing smile on his face.

"Well the party wasn't for me, so no biggie," he replied as he stretched, rolling his neck a couple of times before standing up. "Did everything go as planned?" he asked, before noticing his pants and pulling them up.

"The party was a complete success, master Cole's boys were a big help to us. He even offered to lend them to us for permanent employment," Georgie reported as he handed the werewolf his discarded and forgotten shirt.

"And what about this bug or flu flying around?" Max simply draped his shirt over one shoulder.

"None existed sir, none of the club's built in bio-scanner detected a harmfully infectious pathogen in the atmosphere, not in or outside of the club."

Max nodded. "Good... then tell the fuckers who ditched that they're fired, next time you see them," he instructed before leaving the office, followed by the boar. Looking down at the dancefloor, not many people remained, just a handful dancing to slow and soft music, the rest clamoured on the bars and game areas.

He went down to collect his boys, after Georgie told him that Cole already left with his own. He found Hank and Frank entertaining a couple of customers on the bar, and by entertaining, it means the twins bent over the bar while the customers pummeled their holes into gaping cum pockets. Arthur was just getting out of the bathroom, followed shortly by Tyler and another customer, now where is Franky and Jimmy?

He looked around and found the coon dropping a can of coke into a nearby bin, then walked up to him, or more like limped, he was about to ask what happened, but the coon beat him to it by saying. "Pulled a muscle at the gym."

"Well you should have said something, I could have given you the night off," Max replied with concern clear in his voice and face.

"We were understaffed sir, 'All hands on deck' remember? Besides the more I worked, the more the pain disappeared, so no biggie."

Max simply huffed out. "Okay fine, but next time you tell me, understood?" He got a nod from Jimmy, then took him in a tight and brief hug.

He had his boys leave first since they all can fit in Georgie's truck and that he'll follow them with Benny shortly. He kept looking around for the rat and found him in the game area, laid on his back on the pool table, body damp with sweat and front drenched in cum. "Had fun there, boy?"

Benny looked down at his master with a small smile. "Yes master, I did."

"The regular bunch?" Max asked as he softly stroked the rat's thigh.

"Yes sir," Benny replied, the mentioned bunch were a group of college frat boys, who instantly took to Benny and dragged him into their activities in the club. Despite him being a slave, they didn't care actually as they treated him like a bro, of course lots of sex, booze and cum was included, but it was all fun and games to them.

"So, how many this time?" Max asked as he poked and rubbed the rat's hole with a finger.

"All of them, sir," Benny replied with a sheepish smile and blush on his face, seeing the knowing look on his master's face, his own smile spread wider as he hooked his arms behind his knees and pulled his legs back and apart, this position opened up his ass cheeks and made his hole a clear target for anyone willing.

A few seconds later, Benny began grunting softly and pushing out, soon enough one of the numbered balls popped out of his hole wetly, he took a few breaths, the began pushing again, another popping out seconds later, he did this a few times until all of the balls popped out and rolled around on the table. He grunted hard and began pushing one last time, forcing the white cue ball, which was the deepest one, out, strangely enough it rolled, rolled and rolled, hitting one of the numbered balls, which in turn rolled and rolled until it went in one of the holes.

This strange occurance elected a chuckle out of both master and slave. Benny then sighed and lowered his legs before jumping off the pool table. "I'll just grab a quick shower master." He then turned to head for the locker rooms.

"No." Benny stopped then turned to his master. "Just grab your clothes, no need to put them on either."

Soon enough, both were in Max's car and on their way home, Benny sitting in the passenger seat, naked with a satisfied look on his face, looking out the window, watching building and night lights passing by. Soon he began to notice something. "Um, sir... this isn't the way back home."

"I know. Going to make a detour first," Max said as he drove around.

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A few minutes later they were in the central park's parking lot. They exited the car with Max leading the way and Benny following silently, until they reached a hill with a tall tree standing on it.

Max laid out a mat he kept in the car's trunk for such occasions, gesturing for Benny to sit while he took off his own clothes, revealing his body to the rat, who smiled widely, his mind running around with ideas of what the master is going to suggest.

But instead, Max sat besides Benny, indian style and spoke. "So... care to explain to me what went through your mind this afternoon?"

Benny's smile fell, followed by his ears, then gaze, he instantly knew that Max was talking about what he did with the rabbit and how he just went off the rail. "I... don't really know master."

"Alright, let me change the question... What were you feeling at the time?"

Benny let out a deep sigh before replying. "Scared... I guess?"

Max raised a brow. "Scared? Of what exactly?"

Benny shrugged. "The way I saw you react to the rabbit pleasuring you... I guess I felt jealous at first, then became scared... scared that if I didn't a good job on that level, that you wouldn't want me anymore... and throw me out... abandon me."

Max instantly took the rat in a soft hug. "I would never do that to you or any of the others, Benny. I promised that we'll all be together for a long, long time and I'm planning to keep that promise." Max softly rubbed the rat's back, then his head.

"I know, it's just that... I guess my past is catching up to me... again," Benny admitted as he allowed himself to melt in the embrace.

"All will be fine in the end, I won't allow anything to come between me, you or the others," Max replied as he planted a small peck on the side of the rat's head.

Benny let out a small sigh before pushing away from the hug, wiping away a single tear that was preparing to fall down. "Thank you, master."

Max nodded, then leaned back, propping himself on one hand as he looked at the night sky. "So... the night is still young, as they say, got anything in mind?"

Benny's blush returned full force as he looked over his master's body. "Well... since we're both naked..."

Max simply chuckled. "Thought you might suggest something like that, you dirty little rat you." He nuzzled the rat's nose briefly before pulling back and lying down, hands behind his head. "Well, go ahead and do whatever you like."

Benny looked over his master from head to toes, his cock instantly shooting up to full hardness, then something lit in his head. "Say master...?" He heard a sound of question from Max. "That thing you did this afternoon... you know... the thing that made me coat your cock and crotch in throat slime." Max raised his brow, pretty interested in where this was going. "Well... I want to do it again... after I thought about it, I kinda liked it, to be honest."

Max sat back up, with a wide smirk on his face. "Oh you nasty little rodent." He chuckled softly before speaking again. "Alright, sure, but on one condition." Benny looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Since you're the one who wants it, you do it yourself." The rat raised a brow of confusion, then saw his master point at his thick cock.

Benny instantly got the idea and knelt down to his master's cock, giving the tip a few teasing licks, before taking it into his mouth, bobbing back and forth slowly, taking a few inches more into his mouth with each bob down, until the tip poked at the entrance to his throat. He looked up at Max, who was propped back on both hands, so he was determined to make Benny do all the work.

The rat didn't mind, in fact, he loved that his master was giving him free reign in this session, so he took a couple of breaths, before he began sliding down, the thick cock messing with his gag reflexes as he coughed and gagged uncontrollably, soon enough he began retching a few times before with a loud groan began expelling throat slime all over the werewolf's cock and crotch.

Max's eyes splayed back once Benny began coating his cock and crotch again, thinking to himself 'Thank the great ones for cleanser pills'. The cleanser pills are a special medicine that instantly dissolves and liquefies any hard and solid food in the stomach, this way accelerates the digestive process. Max moaned loudly as his slave's hot throat slime splashed all over his lower region, strangely finding this scene pretty hot.

Benny finally pulled off his master's cock, expelling the rest to the side, coughing hard a few times before finally relaxing, wiping his mouth and spitting out what remained. He then grabbed his master's slimed up cock and began stroking it with both hands. Max chuckled as he saw that. "This is so disgusting."

"Yet here we are doing it," Benny replied as he chuckled as well, then scooping some with his fingers and lubing himself up, though he didn't need much as he was already filled with cum from that end. After prepping himself, he moved to stand over his master, then squatted down, grabbing his master's cock and propping it up, then lowering himself down till the head slowly slid in. He released his master's cock and pushed down a couple more inches.

The rat then suddenly smiled up at his master and shot him a wink, right before pulling a couple of inches up, only to slam his hips down on the entire length, electing a loud groan from himself and an even louder howl from Max, but Benny didn't stop and began riding his master's cock, slamming his ass down hard on the werewolf's cock.

Max growled in satisfaction, his boys truly knew how to please him, his knot was out of his sheath and bumping into the rat's entrance with each slam down. After a few minutes of this, Max began moving, thrusting up to meet the rat's down slams, both doing so until they found a rhythm that both could work with.

During one of those thrusts, Max's knot slipped in, electing a loud moan from Benny, who stayed still for a minute, then began lifting up again, understanding his intentions, Max began pulling back until the knot popped out, both stopped to catch their breath for a few seconds... then both slammed the knot back in... then tugged it out until it became easier and allowed them to move faster until Max began knot fucking the rat.

But all of this was soon getting to both of them. "Fucking hell boy, going to fill you up soon. You want master's cum deep inside, don' t you?" He knew the answer, but always loved hearing it from his slaves.

"Yes sir! Please fill me up, use me as your personal condom! I'm yours to do as you wish!" Benny yelled out loudly, not giving a shit who heard, if any, he belonged to his master and he wanted everyone to know that fact.

Max soon growled and grunted, before letting out a roaring howl as he slammed his knot in one last time, the bulb of flesh bloating up to lock them together before he began flooding the rat's insides. The werewolf just kept pumping the rat's belly full of his cum, until Benny's abs began pushing out, deflating until his belly became a well rounded pudge of cum. The sheer volume alone got to Benny as he screamed out in his own orgasm, rat cum splashing all over his master's abs and chest.

A few minutes later, both began catching their breath, bodies and fur soaked in sweat as their musk wafted into the air around them and carried by the night breeze. Both stared the other in the eye for a few minutes before chuckled tiredly.

Soon Benny began lifting up while Max tugged down, once... twice... then the knot popped out on the third try, litres of cum splashed out of the rat's well-used hole, although his belly remained at a smaller pudge.

Soon Max rolled the mat up, then he and Benny made their way back to the car, the werewolf's clothes draped on one shoulder as he got into the car, although Benny needed some assurance as he was worried that he might ruin his master's car seat.

After the car changed and lifted up from the anti-gravity machine, they drove back home.

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Max came out of the bathroom, ready for bed, with Benny already laying down on his front. The werewolf softly rubbed the rat's butt before laying down himself, pulling Benny closer and spooning with him. "Hope this got rid of whatever worry you had."

Benny let out a small sigh as he pressed his back more into his master. "It did master, thank you... I love you master."

"I love you too, my nasty rat boy." After that, sleep finally claimed them both as they drifted off into their own dream worlds.