Working Overtime YCH story. (Patreon)

 Hey guys!! Trying something a bit different this month, just a fun experiment. Last month I did a short story for you guys, now I’d like some participation!! Gonna do a YCH story with 6 slots! To participate, all you need to be is a $5 patron or higher! I’ll post the start of the story below and just follow up my post in the comment section with a (YCHnumber) and a character ref to claim the slot. If multiple people claim a number, I’ll select one randomly via die dice roll! Sound fun? 

I plan on accompanying this story with some art like the last story, I was thinking of doing some traditional pen and ink sketches, but I could go digital on one or more of the images. If you have a preference, feel free to let me know in the comments! 

Here's a portion of the story!

Tusk’s stomach rumbled as he sat on his skateboard under the freeway overpass. Rain fell in curtains across Mercy Falls and collected in silver pools that reflected the steel-grey sky. In the shelter under the road,, the air was cool and the storm brought a freshness to the usual dank.

“Fucking rain… not a single john all day.” The lithe water deer muttered to himself and reached a hand into his cut off jean shorts and fished out the last morsel of a candy bar he’d been rationing throughout the day. He probably wasn’t going to get dinner tonight and he dreaded the cold reception he’d receive from his pimp, Hex, when he showed up empty handed. 

Just thinking about the muscular bat made his cock painfully hard in his shorts. “Daddy… let me make it up to you…” he whispered, as his mind spun a fantasy of kneeling before Hex, spreading his strong thighs and unzipping his black jeans. The heat and musk of his crotch… his massive throbbing member… Tusk has never actually had the pleasure but he’d measured that bulge a hundred times with his eyes. 

The little water deer slid his hand down his shorts and began to pleasure himself while he settled into the fantasy. Slow days like this were torture, his super charged libido wouldn’t give him any rest, assaulting him with images erotic day dreams constantly. He often mused that working a corner was the only job suitable for him, he’d been fired from Trash Burger, after all, for jerking it in the bathroom. 

In his fantasy, he was sitting in the bat’s spacious lap, and he could feel his protective wings sorrowing them both, like it was the only home he’d ever need. He felt the heat of Hex’s cock thrust deep inside of his ass, thick veins throbbing as he was filled again and again and again with cum.

Most of Tusk’s fantasies revolved around massively unrealistic amounts of cum and sometimes he’d forget to ask for his money after a job because he’d been lost in relishing that sticky white finish. His mouth watered as he sucked the chocolate coating off his fingers as his busy hand moved from cock to ass. It was tight, having gone unused today, but the warm flesh of his pucker was still silky from his morning cleaning ritual and lotion. He let out a sigh and relaxed, his finger easily gliding deep inside as he thought about those firm hands, one around his throat, the other flat on his stomach which bulged with an ocean of cum.

The sound of tires splashing through puddles brought him out of his revery, and he stood quickly. If it was the cops again, he have to book it before they hassled him. He relaxed as he saw an orange and black stripped van rumble toward him. He instinctively arched his back and let his hoodie fall from one shoulder. His wide hips rocked back and forth sensually as it approached and pulled under the overpass.

The window rolled down and (YCH 1) whistled. “Buddy o’ mine said, just past exit

69, look for the little deer with the bad attitude, but i don’t see nothing bad here, you look sweet as anything.” 

Tusk smiled brightly and approached the van eagerly, stepping up in the base runner under the door and leaned in the driver side. The deer casually slid a hand over his ass and into his back pocket provocatively, while covertly closing his hand on the knife he kept there. “Bad attitude? I’m innocent I swear.” Tusk flashed his baby doll eyes and bit his lip with one of his fangs.

“If I believe half his stories, you’re one dirty deer. He says he had three dates with you last week and you didn’t spit once!” (YCH 1)’s gentle eyes were busy peeling off Tusks clothes. “Hope you’re hungry tonight? How much fir the works?”

Tusk instantly knew who this ‘buddy’ was and he chuckled to himself. “That (YCH 2) is telling tales on me!” Tusk said, adopting his perspective John’s manner to put him at ease.”$20 for top, $50 for everything, sugar.” The little deer batted his eyes as his grip relaxed from his knife and moved to the big belly of (YCH1) and slid down to grope his big bulge, the semi hard erection visible down the thigh of his jeans. Instantly his mind was flooded with images of that cock shooting thick ropes of cum over his face and running down his cheeks like a warm, white lava flow into his mouth. 

(YCH1) pulled out a money clip and counted out 20 after 20 then handed the wad to Tusk, pulling it back at the last second before the deer could snatch it. “You do swallow right? Just to be clear, that’s what I want.”

Tusk’s eyes looked from the cash to the bull and licked his lips “Every. Last. Drop.” (YCH1) then casually flicked the money back to the young deer who took it and began to count.

Tusk was puzzled, there was $300 here...just then, the van door slid open and he heard the cat calls of half a dozen men. The deer raised an eyebrow and his tail twitched excitedly as he  walked to the side of the van and cocked his hip confidently. The van was filled with big guys the first to greet him being his ‘old friend’, (YCH2), behind him (YCH3), (YCH4), (YCH5), and (YCH6) in a tuxedo T-shirt. (YCH1) called back to the rowdy guys, “Hear that (YCH6)? Anything you want, happy last day of freedom before that old ball and chain! This boy won’t spit yer spunk like yer girl!” The bashful (YCH6) in the back smiled shyly.

 Tusk loved these kinds of clients: recommended, generous and a little nervous. A known quantity. Not to mention a full day's work in one shot… well several shots no doubt. Plus, Tusk honestly needed this as much as they did, 

The attention was exhilarating. Immediately he felt half a dozen hands groping him. Two paws massaged his ass. Fingers scratching down his bare thighs. His hoodie was stripped off and a warm hand slid under his shirt and across his chest. For a moment he just closed his eyes and smiled as the horny men explored his body. He passed around, he felt a warm tongue in his thigh, someone slapped his ass hard, another out his finger into the deer’s mouth and he sucked it hungrily. 

After an intoxicating minute of being manhandled, he found himself in the lap of(YCH6). Tusk moves his hips in a deep circle, pushing back against him and feeling his cock stiffen in his pants. (YCH3) stood in front of him and unzipped, and the inviting scent of musk washed over Tusk's face. Without needing to be prompted the little whore leaned forward and began to paint his balls with his tongue, the thick dick flopped into his forehead and immediately began to flex and get hard. Tusk traced a line from his heavy balls, up the belly of (YCH3)’s cock with his tongue, swirling it around the tip before beginning to bob up and down in it. He moved his lower half in time with his upper, sensually moving like a snake to some unheard music. His ass pressing against (YCH6)’s lap, his mouth working the shaft of (YCH3)

Just then he felt another cock press against his cheek, he took it in his hand, pulled off (YCH3)’s dick, and spit precum and saliva on (YCH 4)’s erection, rubbing it in before licking up a dripping strand, and beginning to blow him. Back and forth, he sucked one then the other, then tried to fit both in his mouth. Looking up at them with his big blue eyes, which then scanned the rest of the van, seeing (YCH5) sitting, rubbing the bulge in his jeans, the long outline of his cock ran down the inside of his thigh. Tusk looked over at the (YCH2) and saw him stand, his cock out. The deer moved his tongue around and between the two dicks in his mouth in a figure 8, before making room for him.