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The Palm Hotel is one of the popular resorts in not just Sahara Square, but all of Zootopia. Everything about the building incited everyone to at least walk inside, with many mammals being lured into the bright lights and welcoming atmosphere. It shined in the light of day, and night, to welcome all citizens in its warm environment. A casino. A hotel. A nightclub. It was the paradise of both the adults, and families, that book a day or two there.
Sure, the name was always called differently by other mammals. The older mammals, and their children, would remember the name of Golden Palm; highly due to how it used to glow, and twinkle, like a bar of gold in the heart of the district. Some nicknamed it the Oasis Hotel, which was named by those that never experience it at first, claiming it to be a mirage. A phony hotel that wasn’t worth the price, and how it was scamming others of their hard cash. Every time, again and again, the mammals that spread distrust at the resort quickly whistled a better tune as they browsed around inside.
Indoor pools, both for the public and the private members. Hibernation huts for all species. A casino that was massive in the type of games they had, with the greed of winning filling the air; every player was blinded in scoring big with their high luck.
For families, it was a grand experience that was meeting high expectations, and always having to bring smiles and joy to their resort. Happy families meant frequent visits, which meant more revenue coming along the way. For the mammals that were going by themselves, or with their friends, their moments were heavily positive too, but it wasn’t just because of the sweets and televisions that played their favorite cartoons.
For the kids, they had a badge around their neck that was their keycard of sorts; even giving them a spare in case they lose it. They had access to all the lower floors that were for meant for kids, with parental guidance of their parents of course. For the adults, they had the higher floors; a sign of popularity and wealth for those that climbed to the top.
The top half of the Palm Hotel was for the adults that wanted to party and gamble, while the bottom was meant for the kids to live the best time of their life. The top floors wasn’t just a place of gambling, for there was more ways of losing your cash for a high reward in the Palm.
It was added weeks ago, only being spread by word of mouth from the adults, as this was a new feature for the men and women to check out. A club that was packed with two bars, some stripper poles, and the servers having to be wearing as little as possible to please the guests and attendees. “Nectar Oasis” was the name for it, giving homage to the other name the Palm Hotel had been labeled for years.
It was instantly packed, full of mostly men, but it was growing to be popular due to the bisexual energy that’s glorified by the server’s ‘attire’ and the lighting of the area. It seemed that the huge demographic for Zootopia was those of the bisexual nature, not caring about what gender they are, and even what species they are.
It was welcoming to the lucky fellas that got the membership for this club. The servers were flirty, but always looking to make sure the guests were comfortable. They were in different shapes and species. From bunnies, to tigers, to beavers and otters, and more. Male or female, they all were wearing little to please the crowd. A thong, black tape covering their nipples, a choker, and some footless thighs and arm warmers. Each server having a different color of their choice, and even getting themselves protection in case a patron becomes too handsy.
The hotel had low turnovers because of the great benefits the employees got, and this was including the Nectar Oasis servers. They had the option to spend the night with the mammal that wants to have some ‘private fun’, but only if the server was comfortable with the agreement to it. For the weeks since opening, the servers seemed to be going all in when it came to going to the private room booths; they all were pretty sexually active, so cash and sex seemed like a two for one combo for them.
Include a male fox that seemed to be the favorite of the nightclub. Foxxxo was the name of the server who always greeted the men with a wink, a smile, and providing them the drinks and food at the right time. His pole dancing was not half bad too, so a lot of men were focused on the vulpes with green thongs and black choker.
As one would guess, Foxxxo was not his real name. Even his identity was “Marcus Grouper” was staged as well. It was Nick Wilde, in all of his glory. Nick was a server for the hotel, not because the average pay of a police officer being too low, but he was tasked with the going in an undercover assignment as a means of getting himself a promotion, and how his hustling could be a good tool to get some information.
The undercover mission was to get evidence that one of the shareholders, and higher executive of the Palm Hotel, was responsible for stealing medical supplies and bringing a modified, addictive drug substance in the streets. Night howlers were already being taken care off, but now that a new illegal pill was starting to get into the hands of mammals, it was time to put an end to it.
All the traces lead to the hotel. Search warrants couldn’t be made, because it was unclear of who was manufacturing the drugs and stealing medical equipment like flasks and burners. Any major move like that could lead them on the run, and the rise of this new pill, dubbed the “Bundle of Fish”, due to it looking like a fish oil pill a normal mammal would take. Instead of getting healthy benefits, it creates a feeling of high trips that last for hours; all because of one pill.
Nick’s job was to provide the drinks and entertainment, with his main focus being on who could be responsible for the “Bundle of Fish” pouring into addict’s hands. So far, nothing to report. Nobody was raising any form of alarm bells to his ears, nor could he find anybody here that seemed to brag about being into a drug business. It was going to be hard to get, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Even his partner, Judy Hopps, had warned him that not only was this going to be tough to crack, but even dangerous. He knew the risk, but Nick only feared about if his thongs would be too tight. The lucky fox was able to make it fit just right. Besides, he was the magnet that he wanted to be. Slim, slick body. Fur that looked and felt smooth. A voice and tone that would make any male get riled up in excitement. And his thighs and rear were thick enough to have men stare lustfully without caring about having their underwear being stained, or if marriages would be broken.
For tonight, he handed out some bottles and shots to a few lucky business mammals, who give him compliments on giving them their drinks, and to score a chance of getting his number. Nick’s flattery was enough to have him politely reject the group, but they still would come back for another shot.
The tray on his palm was light and empty, so he was getting ready to stack more drinks on it as he walked to the bars. Both of them seemed to be all clear, meaning that everyone had gotten their alcohol and other types of drinks. Speed, accuracy, and communication: all of those made Nick work with his new server friends, and the bartenders, pretty well together. He scratches their back, they scratch his.
With the fox going to a corner of the bar that contained the tray stack, he placed his on top of unused silver trays as he began to walk around the club. It was both to make himself busy, and to scout around for any potential leads. His ears picked up nothing again, but he had to hide his disappointment with a slick smirk as he passes by the patrons with elegance and sway.
The fox figured that maybe it was time to go do pole dancing. Maybe that could help kill time, but also give him a chance of getting to find the culprit. Before he could make it to the backstage door, guarded by some grizzly bears, he was stopped by a wolf in a high class suit and pants with no tie. It was his Nectar Oasis boss, Nate, that came up to him with a rich laughter and smile.
“Hey Foxxxo!” The wolf said aloud, being louder than the music of the nightclub playlist.
The fox placed a hand on his own hip and turned to face his boss, looking up as he was taller than Nick. “Hey boss.” He still had his smile set to flirtatious. “Everything alright?”
“Going pretty well. Had some e-celebs come back and vlog their livestream, so we’re booming with success as usual!” His enthusiasm was contagious. It made Nick nod and feel a sense of pride at the team's accomplishment. “Other than that, I need you for a client. He’s paying big time for you.”
There it was. He figured that somebody was going to want a chance to get some fox tail. It always happens to him. With a sway of the hip, and a smirk growing bigger, he asked for the info. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“A lion named Dannie. He’s got tons of cash in his pockets, so he got him and his buddies a round before they started to pay for your ‘special attention’~”
It was more than one guy? Even Nick had to point it out. “More than one, huh? They all big spenders too?”
Nate nodded. “It’s a group of five, but don’t worry. Just do your normal strut. We always got security to protect you and the servers every night and day, so you’re in good hands.”
He had to give the wolf credit; even if the fox really was just going undercover. Security is no joke here. Any mammal that gets the security's attention would be begging for just a simple ‘get out and leave’ type of exit. They were brutal, but they were there to keep the peace and to prevent anything dangerous that harms the reputation of the Palm Hotel, so Nick was glad he got on their side.
“I’ll hop to it then.” As Nick turns around, he asks for one big question. “How long he and his buddy have me for?”
“Simple hour. All they want is to get their ‘VIMS’ wet.” The wolf winked, smirking along with Nick. “Like I said, you got this. Give them a good time, Foxxxo.”
Very Important Members, huh? Nick chuckled at his bosses humor. That’s the type of wise that the fox would have written down in his mind. With a thumbs up of luck from the wolf, Nick began to make his way to the private area. His hips swaying with each step. He felt good, confident, as he sensed his cheeks having a slight wobble to it. He was committed to his jobs, and was not wanting to get himself a poor performance record on either of them.
The bears didn’t pay attention to him, only giving an affirmative nod to the fox. One of them pulls out a keycard from his inner chest pocket, using it onto a scan pad to unlock the dual doors. Going through the dual doors as soon as the beep was heard, he walked past the other set of guards that stood by. They, too, give the fox a nod, this time of guaranteeing that they got his back if things go crazy.
Nick wasn’t scared, but he still appreciated their jobs. He owes them a hard drink on the house if he gets the chance to. The area blocked most of the noise in the club, so he had the chance to look at the door handles, for they provide the answer of which was occupied, and which door was for him.
When a client wants to spend some time with their favorite server of their choosing, a sign would appear on the front of the door; which included the picture of the employee, and the words “OCCUPIED” in bold lettering. A few rooms were being used. He could hear the faint sounds of pleasure of both parties coming from the locked doors. Nick kept his composure, for he was used to the environment since the first day.
By the last door on the right, his picture was up. His toothy grin and slick attitude being brighter than the hallway lights. The fox took no time in knocking five times on the door; the signal that it was one of the servers waiting. A few seconds had passed, but he didn’t wait too long as the door swings opens, revealing an antelope with a red shirt with a pocket pouch, and black dress pants.
“Ah sweet-” He moved aside to let the stunning fox in. “You made it!”
“I’d never leave my customers hanging” Nick flirted, giving a wink to the man as he walks inside, with the antelope shutting the door behind him; the door locking with a few quick beeps. The room looked standard, but rich with its colors; fitting the theme of the heat. The color of sand, with a queen-sized bed on the side of the room. Including three couches with a TV mounted on the wall. Nick knew that the mini-fridges were always packed with good liquor and sweets. It would be a nice reward to himself once he finishes pleasing these men.
On the couches were the rest of the mammals, all male and with two wearing suits and ties. The lion who paid for him was smack-dab in the middle, and another elite looking mammal, a moose, that was on the other side of the other couch; sitting by himself while having a drink of something bubbly.
The other two were a leopard and cheetah, wearing casual clothing that would fit in a nightclub. They stared at the fox walking by. Hunger was in their eyes. A whistle coming from the cheetah was a good enough catcall to have Nick look over, still smiling, and still being ready to serve. The fox walked over to the lion, whose mane was pampered and thick enough to assert himself as someone special.
A rich lion, with a wristwatch that screamed out his net worth. Nick walked over to him. “Is there anything you need before we get started, sir?” He said, sounding obedient as he usually does with the past guests.
“Well, we can get this done right away.” The lion took no time. He unzipped himself, his zipper going all the way down until Nick could witness a shade of green having to poke out of the unsealed hole. With an adjustment of his hands, the lion presents the cause of the bulge. Nick should be getting the hang of seeing some hung guys to please, but every time they whip their genitals out in front of him, he could help but feel his heart skipping a beat. Not from fear, but from amazement.
The lion’s balls were the size of tennis balls. They looked full, being ready for his cock to be drained. As for the length and shape, it was huge. Nine inches was going to be in that fox’s mouth, with the pearly pink tip poking out of the foreskin.
He’s seen both the anthro side, and the feral side, of these cocks. Sometimes it would be a canine knot, sometimes it would look like a normal erection. If this lion was to have had a feral cock, those barbs would make Nick turn weak from contact. Not because his throat would be damaged, but because it would be a first for him to sucking off a feralized feline.
He was paid to perform, regardless of the intimidation of the girth of that package. Nick wasn’t complaining. If he was, then he wouldn’t be licking his lips and getting himself closer to the point of being on his knees. His snout was making contact with the shaft. The air felt stagnant, heavy, from the aroma of the lion’s musk. It smelt stuffy, with glistening of sweat showing that he waited a while before having a server come ‘clean’ his balls. Nick was just that lucky server to get himself into being the cleaner.
No words were said between the two, with Nick taking the lead and having his tongue glide and gently flick his tip on the sack. The taste of a male’s sweat didn’t bother Nick. He trained himself to be prepared mentally for what makes a man feel satisfaction. If he had to lick on the lion's asshole next, then he was prepared for that too.
Nick’s tongue was delicate, and wet with the right amount of saliva. He was known as a ‘classy whore’ to most of the men he had sex with. The right grip of his hole and hands, always making sure the males were getting every second worth of their time and money, and getting them drained and exhausted to the point of having their souls, figuratively, leave their pleasured, broken bodies.
Each every couple of licks was met with a kiss on both testicles. The mumble of moans coming from the lion was the encouragement to keep going. Licking and kissing all around, every sweat around the orbs would be removed by Nick’s skillful licks. His nose inhaled more of the vapor, letting his face feel numb at the overpowering scent of a male that was at the top of the steps; intimidating, and enough power to topple anyone.
With his testicles having to be given a tender affection by him, the fox began to make his way to the tip. A small amount of pre-cum was noticed by Nick. He kisses it gently enough to have the lion let out a sigh of satisfaction. “God, you really have the skills to take care of a guy’s needs.” Dannie said, reaching his hand to his face to caress the top of Nick’s head.
The thumb gently pressed and rubbing the middle of his ear made Nick feel melty. It was part of his work, and other job, but he couldn’t help but feel his face and head turn warm by the palm that was rubbing his head. He felt weak. Helpless. A fitting role to act, unsuspicious for undercover work. Nick had that tiny spark to make his tail shudder in amazement. It was the one way for him to keep up the act.
Like before, Nick only spoke through action. He took no time for small talk, only having his mouth doing the talking as he inserts a quarter of the dick into his mouth. Dannie felt the warm mouth wrapping around his sensitive tip. He throbs, growling in enjoyment from the wet maw. The reaction of the lion caused the group to speak up louder.
They were whisper-quiet at watching Nick getting his snout and tongue to be filled with man sweat. Now that the fox was getting himself started on moving his head, it was time they spoke out about the fox too.
“Shiittt. He really is a slutty fox~” The antelope said as he stands between one of the couches and Nick.
“I told you he was. My friend’s balls and dick were soft for days after he milked him dry.” The cheetah added onto the pile of just how exotic this fox was for the club. “He’s coming back for round two~”
Their words were vulgar. Embarrassing to those that don’t have Nick’s confidence. Any normal undercover mammal put in the position would hate it! They wouldn’t even be on their knees, giving a blowjob to a mammal that only wants them for a sexual experience. This is a level of illegal rule breaking Nick is doing by having to swap spit, and swallow down seminal fluid, with those that might be involved with the case he’s working on.
Yet, he didn’t care of signing some paperwork after it's over. The promotion was still up for grabs, and he knew that only those that would get down and dirty could handle the job like this. He pushed the thoughts of being a cop out of his mind, as his main task was to keep sucking off the mammal that continued to rub his head.
The taste of Dannie’s sack was washed away by his thick member. Musky, but still delicious in Nick’s head. It was the only way to make it believable that he was enjoying the sexual hours; by having himself actually enjoy it. The badge wasn’t on him, only the thong that could barely handle his own bulge, having his stiff erection to pop out of the thong. It twitched eagerly for getting the cock deeper inside his throat, which Nick obeyed his dedication to get half of the lion’s cock to be deep throating him.
He was being at steady pacing, all the while looking up at the lion. Lust was all the lion could see in the fox. “Gggh~ Stop for a sec, would you?” He demanded to stop Nick’s blowing, with the fox being shocked of someone wanting to stop mid-blowjob. Especially if he asked for one.
He listened to Dannie, pulling himself off as a wet suction from his lips pops off from the tip. The fox took his time to catch his breath through his mouth. Half of the loin’s shaft was shiny from his spit, with Nick being pretty impressed that it didn’t cause him to gag yet, let alone cause so much drool spillage.
Dannie looked at Nick, smirking while his thumb caresses his ear. “You’re pretty good at your job. Like, damn good at it.”
Nick could blush, but he was already having red cheeks on him. Anymore, and he would be burning hot. “I just do whatever I can to please you all, sir~”
“I think it’s hot to see you act like this. So full of spunk, and with a big ass to boot!~” The moose’s words made Nick chuckle in a seductive manner.
“Still, I’m impressed with the way you can juggle so many things.” Dannie says.
“Well, being the stripper, the server, and the ‘mammal pleaser’, can be a bit much. I still like it, though.”
“Better than your other job?”
“My ot-”
“As being a ZPD copper…” Dannie’s smirk was now turning into a menacing look. The same could be said with the other eyes staring at him.
Nick’s ears went back, his face being motionless and his eyes being frozen in place, while widening out of shock. They were pulling his leg, right? To think a fox this slutty would be a cop? It sounded fake, and seems to be a prank! A few seconds of not saying anything made Nick feel a lump in his throat, being so hard to gulp as he attempts to bail himself out.
“Me? A cop? C-common, that’s pretty serious claims here.” Nick raised a point, making himself believe it could be enough to save him.
“Oh, cut the innocence, Nick.” The lion said, making the fox feel his body shake from realizing how screwed he was. “We got men in the ZPD. We knew you’d work here before you even started your first shift.”
There was no sweet-talking out of this. No place to run. Nowhere to go. He couldn’t call for backup. Nothing. He was trapped in here with mammals that can easily dispose of him like trash. He was paper to them. Can be easily crashed. Can be easily thrown away.
The fox let out a sigh, his eyes looking to the lion’s. “So...you caught me.” He admitted defeat so quickly. What could any mammal do in this situation? He can’t fight against these tall mammals. The door is locked. Even if he could scream loud to get the bears in here, it would be no shocker that they were under this mammal's payroll too. “You know that if anything bad happens to me, you’ll be in big trouble with the law-”
“Oh, I know.” The lion pats his head softly. “I figured that since you want to do some good, and also get yourself some kind of promotion, we could negotiate something...more worthy of your skills.”
He didn’t like the way it was worded. Nick had to sit on his knees and listen, regardless on what he has to say. Dannie continues. “You’re a big hit here. You make the party go wild with your seductive nature. The Palm Hotel and I have an agreement. You can get paid big time for it though.”
“I’m not helping you sell those drugs. I ain’t a pack fo-”
“I already got runners. You bring something else to the table...stress release.” Again. That didn’t sound good at all to the fox. “Prostitution is high in demand, but illegal. People pay top dollar here since it’s behind closed doors, and away from cops. With you, I want to take it to the next level.”
Nick looked away for a second before turning his attention to the one that was the house of this room. Fitting, given his species. “You want to sell me out to the streets?”
“Oh no. Your body would be put through the ringer, basically. All types of species will use your body. You’ll be put through so much kinks like bondage, electro-stim, overstimulation; a whole ton of stuff that clients would love to do to you. You’ll put on a show that will last for hours. And, of course, you’ll be trained all day, every week, so you’ll never become comfortable having a moment without anything sexual happening.”
Dannie made it sound terrifying, but Nick was almost impressed that his flirty and sexual skills were enough to not get him whacked. Still, the fox knew that he was going to go through lustful hell with them. He was cornered. There were spies in the ZPD. They have his identity, possibly even know where he lives. The criminal kingpin, and these friends of theirs, know who he’s close to. Fighting back is never the option at this point. At least there could be enough to bargain with.
Nick bit his bottom lip to think of the right words carefully. He seemed to be on their good terms, so too many demands could hurt him. “What are the conditions with this ‘promotion’ of mine?”
The antelope chimes himself in. “You get to live in the hotel, free of charge, and with a new room to put you in. You’ll get paid every two weeks instead of every week, but the benefits are huge, and you’ll still have access to your ZPD pals. Just know that we got eyes on them, so careful with what you say, Nick.”
Three conditions. Seems enough to do a counter-attack in negotiation. “I request three demands, then.”
“Alright.” Dannie raises his hand up, holding up three fingers. “Make them count, fox.”
Nick took a second. His mind was clear on the demands, but he had to be careful not to fumble them. This is a one shot take. With an inhale of clean air, he begins to list the three things he wants. “I want my friends and family to stop being monitored and watched. That includes Judy Hopps, and my mother.”
One finger goes down. Two to go. “Second, I want the servers here, and future servers, to not be going through this treatment too. Let me be the one to have to go through with all of training and everything else.”
One finger left. Nick exhaled the air, as this third demand was the big one. To make it count. And the fox was going to make sure it’s worth everything to him. “I want all of my money that I get paid for doing this...to go to Judy Hopps.”
Dannie didn’t lower the finger. He had the look of confusion over what he heard. “Really? To that bunny cop? Why?”
“She deserves my cash more than I do. I mean, I eat and drink for free here, right?” Everyone agreed to that; it was part of the benefits deal. “I don’t need that much cash, but she certainly does.”
After a few seconds had passed, Dannie lowers the final digit. It was over. The demands would be met, and Nick was able to get himself some peace. He knew that asking for the names of the culprits would not happen. The fox also knew that they’ll never reveal any of their runners, or hot spots, or anything to the cop. It was better that the others that he grew close with were getting a better treatment than he would be receiving. He’s a good cop, after all. Or, not a cop in this case, but a good mammal regardless.
“Now that it’s settled-” The sounds of zippers being undone surrounded Nick. “How about we give your throat a nice couple of loads before your ‘promotion’ tomorrow?~” Their snarky laughter made Nick look around the room. Their cocks were exposed, and their pants were dropped. They were all stiff, waiting for the fox’s mouth to suck down their aggressive, huge loads. Nick could only do what he was doing for these past weeks. He obeyed like a good server.
A month was almost passing by. It felt longer than that, but Nick wasn’t in the right state of mind to know the time of day. He was being busy with his new role. Club Oasis was still the place he worked at, but behind the doors that only few members of mammals, mainly the shareholders, had access to. The big area that was the combination of a training room and a showroom. The fox was put through the hoops since day one, and never got a good break.
Sure, the free fancy food and drinks were good, but this wasn’t a nightly thing anymore. It was all day, every day. He’d get a few hours to rest his body, but every part of him could feel the emotion that was planted onto him by his trainers: the feeling of arousal.
All because of the strong doses of aphrodisiac that were put on, and in, his body. He always smelled like the different, and strong, scents of either vanilla, cinnamon, or lavender. The oil that was rubbed on his fur. The lubricant that was used on his crotch and in his anus. Some strong energy-type drinks to keep him going.
It muddled his mind enough to where exhaustion was thrown away, and his body became increased in both heat and energy. He was always getting horny because of those items, but Nick had no say in the matter. Whatever they wanted him to do, he obeyed like a good fox.
Anal plugs would be inserted inside, always buzzing at low vibrations until he earned himself an increase of speed and intensity of the device. They were different colors and widths, with his asshole always accepting the Bluetooth enabled plugs. Sometimes he would wear charities of different sizes too; to show and hammer it in time and time again that they own his body. He’s not allowed to do anything but agree, and accept his training methods.
As for training, he experienced a lot in the art of sexual play. BDSM, where he was tied in rope and in humiliation positions where he could do nothing but experience the pain and the fact that Nick couldn’t stop them from tormenting his body, head to toe.
He came many times without breaks from being milked. He was having dildos of all different species, of different sizes, fucking his throat and ass with machines; sometimes, he would be the one doing it himself as his trainers were watching him perform the acts.
For his breaks, he was only sent to his room. Depending on performance, it varies on how long it would last before he’s needed again. If he performed terribly, which hasn’t happened so far, he would be tormented for a solid hour: having to be restrained and getting himself to go through the punishment of the nogasam, a device that increases sexual arousal up to a point until it stops, preventing orgasms until a certain number of times it had stopped as been met. Nick shudders at that thought, and was able to get away from that kind of ‘treatment’ so far.
For being good, he’ll either be sent straight to his room with no fuse for a few hours. Although, the trainers always wanted to give him a big reward for his obedience, resulting in Nick having his colon getting blasts of hot spunk deep inside of it. Even many more times before the trainers call it quits. Sometimes they’ll make his ass become red with hand marks on it while they go balls deep in him. Rarely, his bowl that contained his food would be filled with a rich, salty, thickness of ‘cream’ instead of something savory.
Despite his body being used up daily by both the mammals and the adult toys, and the smell of the aphrodisiac constantly making his member twitch and leak prematurely, and how his once normal life was now filled of excitement for both him and the parties that put him through the training, Nick couldn’t complain too much.
Everyone was safe. He still was in contact with them, admittedly being slow in the replies, and Judy was still able to get that huge wad of cash delivered to her by ‘him’. The ZPD can’t do anything about him; if they attempt to do it, the kingpin could get away. He didn’t mind the stretching of his anus, nor his stomach and hole being stuffed mostly with cum. He knew that eventually help would arrive in some form. For now, he brushed it aside to focus on making through his trainings and his showings.
His mind was remaining sharp for the time being; he knew that the strong methods of theirs were going to be impossible for him to give into the pleasure all the way. At least, Nick hoped that his body wasn’t given into the substance's temptation this early on. His focus was clear, but his backside kept winking, and trying to keep the semen in, while his nipples felt like stubs from how hard they were. Even his erection never stops twitching, along with his balls constantly throbbing to the point of his tip dripping weak strings of cum, for so many hours.
He hoped he could find a way out soon...and fast. Or maybe, he wouldn’t mind staying for just a few more...months, or so on.