He’s not sticking around!

Living animatronics was one thing, but getting exposed in front of all those cameras? Who knows what the CEO would do with that video, it could circulate the whole town by tomorrow morning! He bolted out of the office, not caring if they fire him. John made it down the left hall into the dining area, noticing with relief the animatronics had yet to leave the stage.

“Maybe I’ll make it out with my dignity intact?” He thought excitedly as he passed Pirate Cove.

A hand reached out of the curtains, hooking him around the neck and pulling him inside. John screamed but a metal hand clamped his mouth shut. It was dark inside, but as his eyes adjusted to the gloom he almost wished they hadn’t. A slim, red animatronic stood over him. Foxy. Something cold touched your leg, and John looked down in horror at a massive red knotted cock poking the inside of his thigh. The plastic member slowly slid its way towards his crotch, as if scanning for where the start of his flaccid cock was. It had to go all the way up, its heavy tip resting on a developing erection. A thick glob of artificial cum leaked out of it, staining the front of his uniform.

Then with a deft slice of his hook, Foxy tore off the night guards belt and pulled his pants with it, revealing a thumb sized erection poking up above two baby smooth balls. The animatronic seemed to grin mischievously, slapping around the tiny cock with their massive red rocket. The only consolation was that the curtains hid his shame from the cameras, but John had no idea how to get out of this situation.

Then foxy stood up, still holding his pants in their hook hand. They rested their third leg on Johns left shoulder, holding the pants just out of reach on that side. With their right hand they gripped the curtain, as id to open it. The gesture was clear. Stay here and pleasure the fox’s cock, or leave and get exposed to the world, plus whatever horrors the other three animatronics had in store. John had to make a choice