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Tis story is a reworked version of my Alex Fletcher story "The Performance Review," just with different characters, a different setting and a different ending.

"Trouble" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steel swam out of sleep to the thoroughly annoying buzzing sound of his digital alarm clock going off. He rolled over and swatted at it, missing and knocking an empty glass off the nightstand. It thunked harmlessly to the plushly-carpeted floor. He cursed. Beside him, Wallace stirred but didn't awaken. Not that Steel would've cared much if he had.

A second attempt found and mashed the "snooze" button, and the buzzing stopped. He sighed. A snorting sound diverted his attention to the sleeping form of the red-haired kat beside him. Wallace snored. Steel hated it, and told him so very often. He'd tell him again later.

"Wake up," he said firmly but not too loudly.

He slid his slim but athletic form out of bed and padded naked over to open the blinds, absently kicking the glass with his foot and sending it rolling away under the dresser. He opened the blinds, allowing bright daylight to flood room. He took a deep breath as he gazed out upon the skyline of Megakat City, smirking. He considered it as much his city as anyone else's, considering he was, nominally, the second most powerful kat in the bustling burg's law enforcement organization. Turning back to the bed, he noticed Wallace still hadn't gotten up. He grumbled.

"Wake up!" he barked, louder.

"Mnnhh..." mumbled Wallace.

"I said..." Steel trailed off, then went over and shook the sleeping form a couple of times until some semblance of consciousness came over what he considered his boyfriend, but what was in fact a very sorry example of one, as far as he was concerned. He quite frankly sucked as a boyfriend. He was slow, sloppy, selfish and inconsiderate.

This was another thing about Wallace that Steel constantly reminded him of. He used weapons sharper than words when he did so, however. The bruises on the thirtysomething Enforcer officer's arms were evidence of Steel's neverending reminders to him.

"...wake up!" Steel said, practically shouting now.

"Mm? What?" Wallace said, rolling over and looking up at his nude lover standing over him. He immediately snapped into action.

The glowering look on the Lieutenant Commander's face was all that the younger Enforcer needed to know. He swung his legs out on his side of the bed, stretched, and yawned. As he stretched, Steel eyed his slender, gray-furred form, and felt his dick twitch. Later, he reminded himself. After duty was done for the day.

"I'm up!" he said sleepily. "I'm up!"

"I'm hungry," Steel said, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'll make you some breakfast..." Wallace assured him, rubbing his eyes, taking special care with his right one. "You go and shower."

Steel knew the real reason why the lazybones wanted him to shower. So he could catch a few more winks. He'd caught him doing it before, and knew his lover's habits. He said nothing and went into the bathroom, slamming the door, as was his habit. He was one for slamming doors.

He thought of the long day he had ahead of him. He hoped that Wallace was getting a fucking move on out there, so he wouldn't be late for duty. Commander Feral had reprimanded him twice this month alone due to him getting there late. Both times, it was Wallace's fault. Fucking jerk, thought Steel. Wasn't that always the way? Wallace had been a commando before being promoted. Enlisted men could be so lazy and uncooperative.

He turned on the water, then went and opened the door. Yep, Wallace was still sitting on the bed, his back to the bathroom. Cute, but useless.

"Wally!" he said.

"I'm moving, I'm moving!" his boyfriend shouted, and suddenly he couldn't scramble out of the bedroom fast enough. He was in such a hurry to get out of there that he didn't even bother to dress himself. Just ran out naked. This made Steel chuckle.

"Toast!" he shouted after him. "Dry! And an egg smoothie!"

He shut the door without waiting for a reply. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He was thirty but looked slightly younger due to his striking, boyish blonde hair. His body was slim but hard, toned from time spent on a treadmill he kept in the living room. His hair was short, cropped close in the back, and usually neatly-combed, but currently he had a particularly frizzy case of bedhead.

He blinked the last of the sleep from his eyes. He took a long, hot shower, as was his custom. After drying off, he went into the bedroom and got dressed, glancing at the clock. He had time. Not as much time as he would've preferred. He'd have to eat quickly. And even then, him enjoying his breakfast was dependent on his boyfriend having it done by the time he came out. He wore a blue vest, loose trousers tucked into knee-high black boots, kept polished to a mirror shine, and a pristine white dress shirt with a black tie done up tight against his throat. Smoothing the uniform out, he admired himself in a full-length mirror sitting in the corner. Damn, he looked good.

He slipped on his silver and gold inlaid Roarlex. It looked new, but had been purchased secondhand at a pawn shop. Contrary to what most people thought, Enforcers weren't paid very much. Even Commander Feral had to content himself by living in a relatively tiny apartment. The only things in his life that cost as much as they looked were the apartment and his car. He drove a sleek black sport sedan that he was still paying for, and the rent on the apartment was at least a thousand dollars more than Steel could actually afford, but he was determined to live above his means for appearance's sake.

He left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen of the mid-sized penthouse he shared with Wallace. His boyfriend was naked but for a "Kiss the Cook" apron and busy mixing his smoothie.

So, thought Steel, feeling his irritation rising, breakfast wasn't ready. A few more minutes lost. Wallace cracked open two eggs and poured their raw contents into a blender and added orange juice. He hurriedly blended it while Steel calmly sat down at the table and waited. He clenched and unclenched the fingers of his right hand while Wallace poured the blended smoothie into a tall glass and set it gingerly before him on the table.

"There we go," he said, smiling.

"Better hurry," said Steel, taking him by the wrist. His grip tightened. Wallace winced a little, but visibly relaxed as the kat brought his lover's hand to his mouth and kissed it on the knuckles. He added, in a soft whisper, "Don't want me to be late again."

Nodding with a crooked smile, Wallace returned to his work as Steel idly sipped the smoothie. A few moments later, the smell of burned toast filled the kitchen. Wallace grumbled in annoyance while Steel could feel his initial irritation beginning to build into a slow, dull anger. He shut his eyes and made a fist. The burnt toast ejected uselessly and with a sigh, Wallace dumped them into the garbage even as Steel reopened his eyes and turned to regard him angrily. He shot an apologetic and slightly fearful look at his older boyfriend, which made the kat almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

The minutes were ticking away as Wallace was attempting to remove two fresh slices of bread from inside the bag and put them into the toaster and somehow failing. Typical. He tended to get sloppy when he was afraid, Steel had observed. A glance at the clock told Steel that even if he left now, he'd be at least a few minutes late. So much for his assurances to Feral that he'd be punctual this month. He drained the egg smoothie in a few more gulps, then rose from the table.

"Nevermind the toast," Steel said as he stepped towards him.

"Just give me a minute," Wallace said, his voice trembling a little. He was inserting the bread slices into the toaster now. "I can whip up some new, unburned pieces in a jiffy!"

"I said--" Steel started.

"Honey, just be patient," Wallace interrupted him, realizing his fatal mistake even as he turned and saw his boyfriend a foot away. He tried to recover. "J-Just a minute more, and--"

"I said nevermind the fucking toast!" Steel growled.

The other male flinched back. Steel raised the hand he'd made into a fist, but lowered it after a moment. He didn't have time to discipline his lover this morning. He'd do it when he got home. But he'd need to do it sometime, at least. He needed to feel reassured of his superiority in the apartment. Then he noticed he really was late, and, overcome with annoyance once again, he headed for the door.

"Get dressed and report for duty down at Headquarters as soon as you can," he said as he headed for the door, "and I'll try not to mark you late and report you to the Commander. And when we get home, I'll give you a nice cock up your ass to make you feel better." Among other things, he thought smugly, envisioning a few openhanded slaps across his lover's face. He grabbed his overcoat with the Enforcer emblem on either bicep and put it on. Grabbing the door handle, he turned and smirked good-naturedly back at the half-naked male standing in the kitchen, as if he hadn't just gotten done smacking him around. "Some apology that'll be, eh?"

"I won't be here..." came the weak reply.

Steel paused with his hand on the doorknob.

"I'm breaking up with you, Dave," Wallace said sharply. "When you get home tonight, I'll be long gone..."

Steel smirked. He'd heard this before. Without dignifying such a statement with a reply, he simply double-checked his watch and went out the door, slamming it hard enough to rattle the frame behind him.

~*~

As he'd predicted, he arrived at Headquarters several minutes late. He didn't have to put up with hearing about it from up on high just yet. That would come later.

He simply breezed into his office and took off his coat, slinging over the back of a plush sofa. The office was an modestly-sized, dark, windowless room decorated in modern art sculptures and paintings lit by track lighting, quite different from Commander Feral's more sparse, open, utilitarian office on the top floor, which really only had a desk. His desk, he thought proudly as he settled himself behind it, was topped in black faux marble, was much bigger than Feral's. A couple of worn brown leather chairs were set in front of it, customary for offices, really. His own chair wasn't a traditional office chair but a wing-backed red leather armchair that seemed more fit for a library.

Besides the computer and "in" and "out" boxes that usually adorned desks, Steel also had a chrome lamp on a jointed arm poised at one end. Cluttering the opposite end, and, indeed, threatening to take over the entire desktop, were hourglasses of various shapes and sizes. Some new, some old. Some tall and thin, others short and squatt. There was also a fossil Megasaurus tooth which he used for a paperweight. It was a replica. On the bookshelf directly behind the huge red armchair was medium-sized aquarium bubbling merrily away. There were no fish in it, though, only various kinds of aquatic plants. He'd never cared much for fish, but liked the tranquility that an aquarium brought.

His smugness faded slightly as he looked at the engraved nameplate sitting aimed at the visitors' chairs. Although he couldn't see the front, he knew that is read "Lt. Commander Steele," and this misprint irked him to no end. He'd repeatedly demanded a new nameplate, but Commander Feral had thus far denied it, citing budgetary concerns as his reasons; but Steel suspected the Commander just flat out hated his guts and was amused at his annoyance. Leaning over, he grimaced and flicked it off the desktop. It landed in one of the chairs, mercifully beyond his view.

He hated it. It was a constant reminder of how little his superior respected him. "Green," he'd said. "Ambitious." In spite how angry that had made him, part of him occasionally surfaced to wonder whether Feral was right. After all, what had his inexperience and ambition gotten him? Nearly fired, that was what! It was difficult even for him to admit he'd basically set Feral to be killed, something he now recognized had been foolish. He was glad, for this reason, that Feral had survived. If he'd been killed, there would've been an investigation, and everyone went in fear of the Enforcers' internal affairs department. As it was, Feral had had bigger fish to fry... and nothing but his own suspicions. It struck Steel that the big oaf had actually bought the excuse he'd handed to him outside of Dark Kat's hideout, that he'd had trouble getting the rescue party organized. Feral's complete and utter lack of faith in his traitorous lieutenant commander had made the excuse ring true; of course idiotic Steel was no good at organizing a rescue party! He was incompetent at everything!

And Steel had played along, which had earned him his job and possibly his freedom... but those lingering suspicions had resulted in Feral reassigning Steel to the robbery investigation department, which was where he'd been languishing for months. He hadn't demoted him, but he may as well have; trapped at this awful desk job, overseeing pencil-pushers and paper-filers and solving robberies was starting to drive him utterly mad with boredom.

Nevertheless, he was determined to earn his way back into Feral's good graces. And besides, he thought, his smugness returning, prone as he was to leading troops from the front, Feral was always in constant danger. He didn't need Steel to betray him to get himself killed. Steel could be patient and hope luck was on his side.

He turned on his computer and set to work. He diligently hammered out the day's report. His wandered back to Wallace, who must surely be reporting for duty elsewhere in the building by now. His boyfriend's threat of leaving him still struck Steel has completely toothless, but, on reflection, he realized it was probably best not to take any chances. He'd buy Wallace a present or something to give to him when he got him. Provided the simpering fool was there when he returned.

His phone rang. He answered it. It was Commander Feral's secretary. "Hi," she said, chipper but professional, "just giving you a heads up."

"What about...?"

"The Commander wants you to come see him in his office after lunch," she replied replied. Her voice suddenly sounded a little less chipper.

What did Feral want to see him about? Steel wondered. Probably to yell at him for being late again. After some more small talk with the secretary, he hung up. He felt his stomach rumble, and remembered that due to the toast fiasco, he hadn't eaten breakfast. Deciding he didn't want to wait for his lunch break, he left his office and went to the snack machine down the hall. He smirked a little bit as a few familiar faces gave him a wide berth. He may not have been respected... but he was feared, and it gave him immense pleasure.

When he got to the snack machine, though, he found it being used by a young Enforcer, Gray Taylor. He was a slim and muscular young fellow dressed in the uniform of an Enforcer sergeant. Steel didn't like him much. Like him, Gray had graduated from the academy with an officer's commission. No commando he. Straight out of the classroom and into the elite air division. If Steel remembered correctly, Gray was being groomed to be Felina Feral's permanent partner for the forseeable future.

Steel was not one to find camaraderie with others, even those from his own social circle, considering himself above everyone - even Feral. And this Gray Taylor had an annoying knack for being presumptuous in his attempts at conversing with the Lieutenant Commander, bordering on insubordination as far as Steel was concerned.

Gray was at the moment attempting to force a very wrinkly dollar bill into the snack machine, without much success. "Come on, damn it," he mumbled.

Steel smirked as he eyed the young sergeant like he were a piece of prime meat. Perhaps, he thought, I'm hungry for something else for lunch today. His tongue poked out of his mouth and did a slow, sensual lick along his thin lips as his eyes settled on Gray's rear end in the tightfitting officer's slacks he wore. Yes, he thought, I'm definitely hungry, and lunch has just been served.

Steel tapped his foot. After a moment, he cleared his throat. That got the kat's attention, and Gray spun around, the dollar fluttering to the floor.

"Oh!" he cried, snapping to attention, arms straight down at his sides. "Lieutenant Commander. You startled me."

"You dropped your dollar," replied the Lieutenant Commander, pointing to the floor.

"So I did," said Gray, and, stooping down, retrieved it, and made a few attempts to smooth it out. "Darn thing is so wrinkly the machine won't take it."

Never missing a chance to show someone else up, Steel smiled and fished out his wallet, which bore the initials "D.S." From within, he removed a wad of bills held together by a faux-gold money clip emblazoned with a garish, stylized version of the Enforcer emblem. There were a few hundreds, but, from the middle, Steel withdrew a crisp and smooth one dollar bill, and handed it to Gray. The kat accepted it, uncomprehending, and then Steel grabbed the wrinkled bill from the kat's other hand.

"Try that one, Sergeant," Steel said smoothly.

"Uh, thank you, sir," Gray replied.

As the younger kat turned and fed the bill into the machine to obtain the bag of chips he wanted, Steel took his time and carefully folded the crumpled bill he'd gotten from him and slid it into the money clip with the rest of his carrying-around cash. Back into the wallet it went.

Gray turned and held up his chips triumphantly, grinning. "Thanks a lot, sir!" he said.

"Don't mention it, Sergeant," Steel replied, sliding the wallet back inside his pants pocket. "And please... call me David."

Gray squirmed a little. As familiar as he often liked being with Steel, the Lieutenant Commander could tell that the young officer found it very unusual to see him being so cozy back to him.

"Sure thing, David," he said, sounding uncertain.

Steel looked the fit young Enforcer sergeant up and down, and smirked. He could feel his dick stirring in his pants already. It was lunchtime. Time for another one of his private performance reviews of the male Enforcers in his division. Stepping past Gray, he inserted a few quarters into the snack machine and selected a protein bar. It thudded hollowly into the reception slot and he retrieved it. Turning to Gray, who hadn't left, he undid the wrapper and took a bite.

"So, Gray... can I see you in my office?" he asked casually, mouth full.

A look of mild worry came over the Sergeant's face. "Uh, why?" Immediately, he stiffened, standing straighter, and said, "I mean, uh, y-yes, sir."

"Good."

"May I ask what it's about, sir?" Gray asked.

Steel noted he was still being formal with him, and hadn't called him by his first name again. No big deal. "Oh," he said with his mouth full. He chewed and swallowed again. "Just a performance review. Nothing special or anything you need to worry about it."

Gray nodded. Steel finished the protein bar and pocketed the wrapper, and led the way back to his office. He entered first. Gray lingered in the doorway, watching as the other kat settled into the wing-backed chair. He smiled and gestured for Gray to sit.

"Come in. Don't be shy. Have a seat in one of those chairs there."

Nodding, the Sergeant entered, shutting the door behind him, and chose the seat to Steel's right. A good thing, too. If he'd chosen the other chair, Steel's view of his visitor would've been blocked by his hourglasses. Gray glanced curiously at the nameplate sitting in the seat of the chair next to him, then turned and looked at his superior officer expectantly.

"Now the reason I called you here, Sergeant Taylor, is because I do very special performance reviews," Steel began solemnly. He wasted no time in getting right to the nitty gritty, as was his habit. Lieutenant Commander Steel wasn't one to beat around the bush. "If I told you to have sex with me, what would you do?"

Gray sat there, mouth slightly open. He looked like he'd just witnessed Governor Clawstone fucking Mayor Manx or something. After a moment, he shook his head. "Sir?"

"You heard me," Steel said firmly.

"I'd... first ask if you were joking!" bleated the other Enforcer. There was a tone of great offense in his voice.

"I'm not joking," said Steel. He steppled his fingers gracefully. "I want to fuck you."

Gray shook his head and rose. "Forget it! I'm not interested, you creep!" He was clearly flustered, sweating, and had completely forgotten the proper protocols of address. Evidently the young Sergeant thought he had a sexual harassment case on his hands.

"Ohhhhh!" said Steel, leaning forward with his chin in his hands, elbows on his desk, eager to dispell any notions about reporting him for sexual harassment from Gray's mind. He furrowed his eyebrows and made a big-lipped pouty face, a expression of mock disappointment. "How upsetting! I guess I'll just have to get you fired, then..." His pout slowly turned into an evil smirk.

"Huh?"

"You should get your hearing checked, Sergeant," said Steel. "I'll make this simple for you. Do you like your job? Do you gain fulfillment from performing your civic duty as one of Megakat City's sovereign protectors?"

"I... well..."

"Do you enjoy making money to pay your bills and bring home groceries?"

"Yes..." Gray said, his brows furrowing. "But you can't just fire me! You'd need to give a reason! And not wanting to fuck you isn't a very good reason!"

"Firstly, I'm the one who'll be doing the fucking, Sergeant," said Steel, "and secondly, now that you mention it, I think you're right. I can't fire you. But I can reassign you. I'll give a glowing review to the Commander and get you transferred from the air division down to robberies, and then your ass will be mine forever. Or... you can give yourself to me just once and then go back to flying your little whirlybirds. Sound fair?"

Gray fidgeted and sat back down. He twiched in barely contained rage and despair, but finally caved and nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Come with me to the supply closet."

A few minutes later, the two were in the spacious fourteenth floor supply closet. There were metal shelves of boxes, as well as a large metal worktable. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting the entire room in a sickly, dim yellow light. Steel entered after Gray and shut the door.

"Strip," he said.

The handsome young Enforcer slowly undressed as Steel watched, taking immense pleasure in the power he wielded over this hot piece of ass. Underneath his starched and pressed uniform, Gray had a truly kickass body. A toned swimmer's body. He wore white cotton briefs. No sooner had the other kat's clothes hit the floor than Steel was upon him. He groped his crotch and squeezed it, feeling Gray's cock harden and earning a moan from the younger Enforcer. He pressed his lips forcefully to Gray's and kissed him against his will as he forced him up onto the table on his back.

Grabbing Gray's thighs and stooping down, Steel licked over the Enforcer sergeant's tailhole and ate him out. Gray squirmed and groaned above him, his cock hardening and growing. Once that anus was thoroughly lubed with spit, Steel got back up, and made Gray roll over and lift his tail. Fumbling with his belt and unbuckling it, he unzipped his pants and fished out his own erect kat cock, pressing the head to the saliva-slickened rear end.

Gray gripped the edges of the table in preparation as he felt Steel's member rooting underneath his tailbase. The Sergeant panted in anticipation, then, as he pushed his erection against the tight entrance, gripping onto his subordinate's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises beneath the fur, Gray shut his eyes and moaned.

"I knew you were a sex-hungry little slut!" gasped Steel as he heard that moan. He licked his lips in delight as he took this puny peon.

Steel's shaft pushed into the other male kat's rear, which struggled to resist its entrance, clenching tightly around it. Steel only growled and pushed his hips forwards more insistently.

"Relax!" he urged harshly between clenched teeth.

Gray obeyed that particular command, relaxing his anal muscles as best as he could, even as tears were squeezed from his tightly shut eyes and pitiful whimpers left his trembling lips. Nevertheless, he loosed another long, deep moan as Steel's cock pushed in further.

"Fuck, you're a tight little faggot!" hissed Randal.

Gray shot an angry look over his shoulder at him, but said nothing. Merely glared.

Noticing through slitted eyes, Steel angrily slapped the back of the other kat's head, and Gray turned away once more. "Face the other way!" he commanded sternly. "Don't look at me when I'm fucking you! You're nothing and don't deserve to look at me!"

Steel scooted forwards a bit so he was hunched over his fucktoy, and shifted the position of his hands to grab hold of Gray's hips. He giggled and bucked his hips to let the lowly Sergeant truly feel the thickness burrowing into his tight ass, to remind him who was master here. Secretly, he pictured, in his mind, their roles reversed, and that made him lick his chops hungrily. The thought of Gray pounding his tight ass was--

No! He shook his head. He was master here. That sort of thing was for a different time and place.

As if to prove to himself his own convictions, he renewed his push to fully hilt in the peon, finally feeling his member bottom out inside the tight tunnel and letting loose a satisfied little gasp. Gray just moaned and cried some more. That's when the fucking began in earnest. Steel thrust into Gray harder, over and over, picking up speed. Although tears still flowed from his eyes, the younger kat no longer whimpered in humiliation and despair but mewled and moaned in joy like the sex-hungry little slut Steel had known him to be.

"That's it, bitch," hissed the kat. "Make a little more noise for Daddy! Beg! Plead!"

"Fuck!" whined Gray. "Fuck... oh please fuck me, Lieutenant Commander--I mean David...!"

Steel delivered another slap upside the other Enforcer's head. "Call me Daddy!" he snarled.

"Y-Yes Daddy!" replied the other kat meekly. "Please fuck me harder, Daddy! Fuuucckkk me haaaarrrder!" he begged.

"That's more like it!" Steel panted, sweating now.

Over the next few moments, Steel pounded that tight ass properly, as a lowly little slut's ass should be pounded, as far as he was concerned, anyway. Steel thrust in and out of Gray harder and harder until his cock shuddered and exploded deep inside him, thick spunk flooding the other kat's bowels. Steel grit his teeth and hissed like a snake in pleasure, loosing a long, deep gasp of satisfaction.

"Ahhhhhhh..." he said softly.

Slowly, he pulled his cock from the well-used kat ass with a wet "pop." He stood back, a little weak-kneed, and after catching his breath, tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. He went to a utility sink nearby, and, in the mirror provided, meticulously adjusted his hair and fixed his tie.

"Good news," he said to Gray without turning to look at him, "you get to keep your position. But don't tell a single soul about this little meeting, or else you'll regret it."

Without paying Gray anymore heed, he left the supply room and returned to his own office, feeling like a million bucks.

~*~

Lunch came and went. Then it was time to go up to see Commander Feral. He entered the large highrise office full of confidence and self-worth. He found Feral sitting at his desk on the slightly elevated platform in the middle of the room, his coat off, exposing the very tight white dress shirt which hugged the burly Commander's muscular upper torso like a second skin, his tie loosened and the button of his shirt collar undone for comfort, revealing the jugular notch at the base of his broad throat. He had his shoulder holster on, the butt of his laser pistol visibly protruding out from under his left armpit.

At Feral's direction, he had a seat in one of the chairs provided for visitors, keeping his coat on, which he'd grabbed on his way out of his office, to appear professional, making a point of not joining the Commander in comfort. They talked. Small chit-chat about updates on reports and projects and such things.

And then, suddenly, without warning...

"So," said Feral keenly, balancing a pen between the tips of the forefingers of each hand with surprising delicacy, "how long have you been using the department I assigned you to as your own personal harem?"

"Sir?" was all Steel could get out, Adam's apple bobbing a bit in growing fear and worry.

"You heard me," was the bigger kat's reply. His yellow eyes peered out from under his large, heavy brows, which were knitted in sudden fury. Those eyes bored into Steel. "How long have you been playing hide-the-salami with the male Enforcers under your command... and punishing the ones who refuse your advances?"

"Commander, you don't under--"

The pen was flung down, bouncing off of the desktop, doing a little arc in the air, and hitting Steel in the forehead and falling into his lap. He flinched, his confidence eroding quickly.

"Don't lie to me," Feral hissed, even more snakelike than Steel's had been in the supply room earlier, his deep voice eerily calm in direct contrast to his actions and the ugly, angry furrow creasing his features growing ever deeper. "Or you'll live to regret it. I don't make idle threats, Lieutenant Commander."

Steel swallowed and confessed everything under that withering gaze, sweating.

Feral rose. Planting one enormous hand firmly on the desk, he leaned over. Steel's tie was seized. Feral yanked it out of his vest and gave it a rough jerk, pulling the shorter male out of his seat and into a half-standing position. They were eye to eye. Steel gagged as the tie's knot dug into his throat.

"I don't tolerate that sort of bullshit!" Commander Feral said smoothly as the smaller male struggled to breathe.

Despite himself, Steel was sprouting a massive and very insistent erection. "Sir...!" Steel squirmed.

"Shut up!" his superior hissed. "You're transferring guards, computer programmers, clerks and secretaries to different positions they aren't qualified for! It's essential to the continued health of the Enforcers, as well as Megakat City, that all divisions in this building run as smoothly as possible. The robbery investigation department hasn't solved one crime in an entire week! And all because you feel a little less macho whenever some lowly office worker says no to a little supply room hanky panky! Or am I wrong...?"

"No sir!" Steel managed to blurt. "You're absolutely right! I've been--"

"A very naughty boy," said Feral, loosening his grip a little, but not releasing the tie. "And do you know what happens to bad boys?"

"They get punished...?" Sweat was running freely down the sides of Steel's face now.

"They get punished and then they get fired!"

The hand let go, and Feral sat back down, his chair audibly creaking under the weight of his muscular bulk.

Steel wobbled a little and steadied himself on the desk, the bulge in his dress pants pushing against the edge of the desktop. He slowly lowered himself back into his seat, and felt a sob hitching in his chest. No! He'd remain strong, he told himself.

Leaning forwards, he pleaded, with what he hoped would be the right touch of indignation, "Commander, please give me another a chance...!"

"Why?" asked the bigger kat. "So you can continue feeling like a little tin-pot tyrant ruling over your fiefdom of cubicles?"

Steel felt the sob threatening to return, desperation growing inside him, and his cock throbbing harder than ever. "Please!" was all he managed to spit out. "I'll..." he began, but stopped himself.

"Yes...?" asked Feral, seeming to suddenly be intrigued. He cocked his head to one side, his lips pressed tightly closed in a tiny little smirk. A look of amusement and curiosity mixed together masked his face.

"I'll do anything!" Steel managed at last.

That seemed to do it. Shifting, Feral eased back into the depths of the seat cushion surrounding him and gave the tiniest of nods. "Very well," he conceded, and gestured with one hand for his despairing pathetic lieutenant commander to rise and come to him. Steel did so. As Feral turned the chair on its base, thighs spread, Steel noted with some mounting worry that the other kat's own pants tight tan uniform trousers were bulging with arousal.

"Take off your clothes." The words poured like sweet nectar from those lips, Feral was so utterly calm.

"But..."

The dark cloud of anger threatened to come over Feral again. "Do you want your job or not?"

"Yes sir!"

"Then strip for me." All at once, he was serene again.

Shaking hands slid the coat off of his shoulders, and then he pulled his vest off over his head. Both fell to the floor. With fingers that couldn't quite seem to keep still, he started undoing the knot of his tie. Feral for the moment was eyeing the bulge straining for freedom in his miserable excuse for a lieutenant commander's trousers, but when he looked up and saw how halfheartedly Steel was undressing, he growled and thumped his fist against the desk, making him stop. Steel stood there, nervous and afraid. When Feral pounded the desk, it felt like the entire building shook

"I said strip!" barked Feral. "Kats alive, surely you of all people ought to know the difference between stripping and undressing! Do it slow. Sexy. Entice me. Get me to WANT to let you keep your job." He rolled his eyes.

Steel nodded, and, after composing himself, took a minute to try and get himself in the right frame of mind. He closed his eyes and pretended he was anywhere but this room. He pictured the club he frequented. The Scratching Post. All flashing lights, throbbing music and hot, hard, musky male bodies moving, and, just as Commander Feral was about to complain about the pause, his words died in his open mouth as he watched the shorter kat beginning to sway sensually in time to the music only he could hear. He shut his mouth, and watched, impressed and delighted.

Bit by bit, Steel peeled his uniform off his hard body, letting tie drop and shirt flutter to the floor, exposing his slim, hard chest and flat belly.

His hands, steady now, found his belt buckle, unfastening it, and then his fly, and he fumbled with it slowly as his hips swayed in a circular motion that made his stomach roll hypnotically, the ends of his unbuckled belt dangling limply to either side of his waist. Then, zip, they were undone, and he folded his arms back behind his head and continued to roll his hips, making the dress slacks with loosely-hanging belt still attached dance their way down his toned but not especially muscular legs to bunch up around the tops of his black boots just below his knees. He wore thin bikini briefs which bulged in front with his arousal.

Feral gestured to the underwear. "Those too. You're quite good. You've done this before..." he observed.

Steel nodded but did not answer, and the tightfitting undergarments soon joined the pants. His modestly sized cock, fringed by blonde pubes, flopped out, fully erect. Feral's tongue slid over his lips.

Again at his boss' gesture, Steel kicked his boots off and stepped out of the pants and underwear, which he kicked aside. He'd have felt awkward bending to take off his socks, so he left them on, nor did and Feral did not insist he remove them. Apparently, Feral liked how a man looked in naught but socks.

"And now, come over here, and suck me off." The words fell like a weighted anvil.

Steel hesitated slightly. Feral was his superior, and superiors were to be obeyed. He himself was proof of this, as he'd told himself when forcing himself on his own subordinates time and time again. He walked over and got down on both knees. Feral made no move to unzip himself. He expected his subordinate to do it, and Steel was happy to oblige him.

He undid the button on the front and tugged the zipper down gently to reveal Feral wore an extremely skimpy thong that bulged obscenely with his arousal, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. Black pubes peeked out over the waistband. Steel could see every single outline of Feral's erection and balls as they stretched the thin red fabric.

"Worship it," Feral said.

Steel bent. His mouth opened and he inhaled the musky scent pouring off of the crotch before him. His tongue washed over his teeth, and then slid out and licked over the cockbulge, earning a deep, masculine groan from the other male.

"I told you I'd introduce you to Trouble. Now be a good little office slut and show it how much you love it."

Eager to impress his commanding officer and keep his job, Steel sucked the entire bulge into his mouth, and then let it pop free as Feral gasped and shuddered, then rubbed his face into its moist, firm surface, pressing it hotly to his visage, a muggy heat radiating off of it. He spent a good minute or so rubbing his face against the symbol of Commander Feral's manliness, kissing and licking over it, before, sensing Feral's growing impatience, he grabbed the waistband and tugged the front down.

Feral's cock, far longer and thicker than his, flopped out and smacked him in the face, spurting a bit of pre onto his forehead. He groaned.

"Now suck me," came the icy calm command.

Nodding, Steel licked up and down the throbbing cock, and then opened wide and took Feral inside his mouth past his quivering lips. Feral growled softly in pleasure and leaned back in his chair, thoroughly relaxed. He shut his eyes. He was quite serene for a man getting a sloppy blowjob. Sloppy it was, so desperate was Steel's sucking. He bobbed his head back and forth and corkscrewed his mouth up and down on that piece of man-meat. But for the sloppy desperation in his efforts, he was a good cocksucker.

"Ohhhh my," purred Feral, a throaty rumble rolling up from the depths of his massive chest, "you've had experience with this. A lot of experience."

It was true. Steel's secret shame was that he enjoyed bottoming for other males at various clubs, something he never told anyone outside of said clubs. It'd made him quite adept at pleasuring another male. So adept, that it wasn't very long before Feral drew a hissing intake of breath and his cock blew its thick load in the other kat's maw. Without needing to be told, Steel swallowed every drop except for a single trickle that ran over his lower lip and down his chin.

When Feral was finished cumming, he swatted the top of Steel's head, signalling for him to get off. Steel pulled off of the cock and swallowed the last of the cum, and knelt there in nothing but his shoes and socks, thoroughly humiliated, blushing hotly under his cheekfur. He looked up at Feral, and a huge hand reached down. Fearing the worst, the Lieutenant Commander jerked back, but one thick finger slid under his narrow chin, rubbing along his throat, coaxing a purr from him.

"You're quite the skilled little cocksucker," Feral said in genuine admiration, something like affection in his lidded yellow eyes. He grabbed Steel's wrist and jerked the naked male to his feet, and promptly gave his face a tongue bath, cleaning it off the small traces of cum that had escaped from Steel's mouth. Then he pulled back and smirked, giving Steel's erect cock a little flick. "You might want to go take care of that somewhere..."

Nodding, Steel hurriedly dressed, missing a few buttons here and there. He headed for the door.

"And Lieutenant Commander...?"

Steel paused at the door, turning back, wishing he could just leave and take the awkward tent he was pitching in his pants with him. Feral groaned a bit as he slid "Trouble," smeared with cum, back into his thong. He then zipped up and redid the button on his pants. Realizing he'd gotten cum on his fingers, he made a face and his hand fumbled for a box of kleenex on the desk.

He casually wiped his hands clean. You're going to reassign everyone in the robbery division back to their original positions. I expect you to start actually solving crimes again. And I expect your backroom antics to stop. From now on, you're going to report to me here once a week and pleasure me the way you just did. Maybe next time I'll even return the favor. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Commander..." Steel whimpered.

"Dismissed."

And with that, Steel scurried from the room.

~*~

Returning to his own office, Steel dealt with his erection, masturbating furiously, images of Commander Feral abusing him filling his sex-crazed mind. He came fiercely multiple times.

When he got home, he found the apartment empty. Anything that had belonged to Wallace was gone. The bedroom had been ransacked and all of Wallace's clothes were gone. There was no note. After splashing some cold water in his face in the bathroom, Steel lit a cigarette and went and sat down on the sofa in the living room. He felt emotion welling up inside of him. First anger, which led him to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray... and then despair. He was alone. And for that, he couldn't, wouldn't, admit that he had no one to blame but himself. But deep down he knew that was the reason, and it broke him.

Lieutenant Commander Steel would spend the remainder of his career as an Enforcer not as a high-ranking officer, but as a pitiful little office love toy with an important-sounding rank. And as he looked down the road ahead, filled with multiple mouthfuls of Commander Feral's musky, enormous cock, and stomach load after stomach load of thick, slimy jizz for an afternoon snack at work... he didn't know whether to be excited or terrified.

The End.