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Okay, I'll say it now, working under a supervillain is not exactly the best idea, but it has its perks. Well, not really, I mean I don't get any benefits knowing that but being an employee of the company run by one of the greatest supervillains of all time gives you a lot more benefits (namely the insurance plans) than a standard tech company. You know what, let me start from the beginning.

My name is Wes Cooper, I'm a 20-year-old gray fox who hasn't had the best luck over the years. Parents dying at a young age, living with my aunt, having to work part-time throughout all of high school, and not making it into college due to the cost have made my life a struggle. The only good thing that happened to me since is this job at Next Technologies. I've always been a fan of computers, and I got into hacking when I was young. I did some hackathons when I could back in school, and won all of them, despite the garbage laptop I had. With that knowledge under my belt, lady luck showed her face and got me a job at Next Technologies. To be honest, it isn't all that lucky, since Next is known to have programs for those less fortunate (strange to hear from a company run by a supervillain) to be trained in STEM fields. My less than fortunate upbringing plus skill in computer tech landed me an entry position in cyber security here at Next. However, I had to move from the suburbs of Boston to the bustling city of New York. So my new good salary was offset by the ridiculous prices of rent for a 400 sq ft NYC apartment.

My struggles aside, I've worked at Next for about 2 years now and steadily been working up. Since I don't have a degree, getting a higher position is more difficult, so I've swapped to other higher-paying positions that fit my skill set more. One of which is my current position: tech support for the upper management offices. Essentially, I'm the guy that bigwigs who run the company call for immediate help. However, most of my daily work is just maintaining the servers and responding to annoying service requests. Now I'm not the most sociable guy, I only made a couple of friends in the cyber security department. So I'm sure you're wondering how I managed to find out that the CEO of Next is none other than THE Grandmaster.

Lance Warden is the current CEO of Next Technologies, and he honestly looks like a supervillain if it wasn't for his age and public standing. Black furred wolf with some fur starting to gray due to him being 50 years old, 7 feet tall, piercing yellow eyes, and a muscular body like every super person. The catch is, that he doesn't have any superpowers. Rather, he is one of the most intelligent and resourceful villains there are. Grandmaster came along during the Second Age of Heroes, mainly as an archenemy of the Great Fist. Little is known about his backstory other than his hatred for the Great Fist and the clan he comes from. The theory is that Grandmaster's family was presumed wiped out by the Fist Clan due to a prophecy, sparking his vengeance ever since he was a kid. Mastermind wears a metal suit along with a hooded cape that holds all his tools and weapons. He wouldn't explicitly go after any other super than Great Fist, but he would fight them if they decided to cross him. Although he never tried to kill these other supers, he would just brutally beat them down to only an inch to their life, then spare them to show that he was no villain to be messed with. Grandmaster would eventually enact his revenge at the end of the Second Age, killing him in an isolated deathmatch after they worked together to defend Earth from alien invaders. After killing one of the most powerful superheroes of all time, he presumably retired, not ever being seen again.

Well, not exactly "retired" in the normal sense, but retired from his supervillain antics. As I mentioned before, my boss Mr. Warden is the supervillain Grandmaster. I found out a few weeks ago when I was in his office. See, Mr. Warden is weird. He is a tough guy, presenting himself as a stern and actionable man to the public and as the boss to everyone in the company. But with me, he's a little more relaxed and upfront. He said once, "Cooper, I trust you with your skills and experience to be the best man to secure my PC and data." That surprised me because you wouldn't expect a villain like him to have decent knowledge about cyber security. But with my experiences with him, I don't think it's an act. I set up the firewalls and software to protect his PC, and so I can see his desktop. Let me tell you, his screen looks terrible. Files everywhere, no folders, and god-awful naming conventions. I suggested that he clean up his computer, and when I went to help him with that, I immediately regretted it. He doesn't know any commands or shortcuts and moves his mouse like a 70-year-old grandpa. During that session, he somehow managed to click on a folder of his nudes (he completely forgot what it was because the folder's name was bad) and explained that it was for his "medical records". Yeah, I'm not sure either, but let me tell you, it was hard to keep my erection down, because he looked so good in those. To put it simply, he's one of those geniuses that can do anything that doesn't involve operating a computer.

So one day, I was going into his office alone to set up a new firewall. Since he's old-fashioned, he likes to have a physical key to turn on his computer. That day though, he told me he left the key there, but I couldn't find it on his desk where he usually puts it. Thinking he forgot, I searched the drawers in his desk for the key or maybe a backup. His drawers were way more organized than his computer, but some of the lower drawers haven't been opened in forever. The lowest right drawer was incredibly dusty, probably forgotten by the middle-aged wolf due to the switch to the digital age. Pushing through old books and files I stumbled upon what looked to be a crumpled-up glove smashed up in the back of the drawer buried underneath folders. Curiosity got the better of me and shaking the dust off, I held back a gasp from what I found. Weary of being noticed, I took a slight glance at the cameras to make sure that the desk was obstructing the view and looked back down at the glove. It was a dark purple glove with black accents. Slipping on the glove, I could feel it tighten up and harden into what looked like carbon fiber. The design and tech were unmistakable, this was the Grandmaster's old gloves. Taking them off quickly, I recollected myself and shoved them back in my pocket quickly when I heard the office doors open.

"Cooper, you there?" Mr. Warden asked with his booming deep voice.

"Uh, y-yes?" I muttered, trying not to look caught.

He smirked knowingly. "Relax, I thought you would go look for a key in my desk. Only natural." He walked up to me and I moved out the way to see him pull out one of the drawers completely and pull off a taped key on the bottom of it. "Left my regular key back home, I keep the backup here." He chuckled and slapped my back. "See? An old man like me knows how to keep physical objects hidden away. The best incriminating thing you'll find is another mislabeled folder of my naked pictures on my computer again." He laughed hard at his joke, but I could feel my gut wrench at the horror of the situation.

I brought the glove back home and thought about what to do. Although Grandmaster is technically retired, he still has a bounty for the murder of Great Fist. But what would I stand to gain from this? Money? If anything, turning him in would get me into more trouble with potential allies of Grandmaster. But what would happen if I tried to hide it? Would the government see me as complicit? I decided that the risks were too high and that I was going to keep it hidden for now. Sometimes I would take it out and study it. Even though it was an older version from what I saw in the photos, it still had some functionalities. One I found was an electrical stun. I found that out by mimicking a gesture online and touching myself accidentally, causing me to knock myself out cold for hours.

So here I am, having to deal with the idea that my boss is possibly one of the most infamous supervillains. I mean, he might not be, it's just one glove, right? Mastermind could've planted thereafter making some sort of deal with Mr. Warden? No, that doesn't make much sense. Maybe he found it lying around after some battle and kept it. But then why would it just be buried underneath a bunch of files in a drawer? Maybe it's just another costume and I'm confusing him with-

"Wes, are you awake?" I jump at the realization of the black wolf standing right in front of my desk snapping his fingers in my face.

"Y-yes, sir! Just uh, thinking about some things, a lot's been on my mind."

Mr. Warden holds his paws up to his chin. "Clearly. Did you not realize that work is over today and that it's 30 minutes past 6?" I look around the office to see it empty, and the giant glass windows of the skyscraper show the sun starting to set.

"My apologies, I must've lost track of time," I mumble in embarrassment.

The beefy wolf sighs, causing his whole chest to flex. "Mr. Cooper, this is the 3rd time in the past 2 weeks that you've stayed late in the office. Not that I don't appreciate the extra work you've been doing on the new authentication system, but I believe a well-rested mind is more suitable for extensive work."

"I'm sorry sir, just uh, don't feel like going home so soon," I apologize with a half-assed excuse.

This got his attention. "Mr. Cooper, if you do not feel safe at your current residence, we can make arrangements to find more suitable housing. As your employer, it is my utmost priority to ensure your safety not only here, but outside of work as well."

"Oh, I understand, but I'm fine, like totally," I stutter unconfidently, which doesn't reaffirm his suspicions.

"Would you mind lending me your phone for a moment?"

What? Why does he want it? Oh my god, I know he's not adept with technology, but even my aunt knows how to look at search history. It would look suspicious if I didn't give my phone to him after such a serious conversation! My body moves in fear as I hand my phone to him unlocked like it's no problem. He grabs it with his huge hands and I'm scared he'll just crush it once he sees my chrome tabs. However, his stoic face doesn't change, and he snorts a small laugh. "Well, at least you have my work number on your phone, but why'd you put Mr. Warden 'BOSS'? Is the 'Mr.' not enough to tell you that? You crack me up sometimes Wes. Nevertheless, I added my mobile number to your contacts." He puts my phone in one of my paws and grabs one of my shoulders firmly. "If you're in trouble, make sure to contact me. I know sometimes the police aren't as trustworthy, but a man like me has associates who can and will help. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand." I nod like a kid receiving simple instructions.

"Good, now you have a good evening Mr. Cooper." The tall wolf slaps my shoulders and walks off as if nothing happens.

I let out a big sigh and took a deep breath. Holy shit, I felt like my heart was going to burst through my chest. I read something online that trained fighters like him can sense heartbeats, so he must've completely read my reactions. I'm lucky he misinterpreted them, but I need to figure something out fast. One more close call I might be another dead body on the street.

I held my jacket tighter in the 20-degree weather as I exited the subway station. Man, I need to stop staying so late accidentally. I clutch my Chinese takeout and rush across the street to my apartment complex. Entering the building, I walk up 3 floors and unlock my door that's barely holding onto the hinges. Once in, I set down the food on the empty desk in this barren apartment. I quickly turn on my space heater and the single lamp next to the desk that serves as the only furniture in my studio apartment beside my bed and one of the leftover office chairs I got for free from work. Life doesn't get easier, does it?

I'm in the middle of switching into a more comfortable outfit when somebody speaks up behind me. "Good evening Mr. Cooper," I nearly shit my pants trying to quickly turn around while putting on sweatpants. I look around to see the sneaky hero himself, Recon. Why does this night keep getting worse? I know immediately why he could be here. Recon is not only a skilled infiltrator but boasts a superpower that allows him to not only hear extremely well but listen to the thoughts of other people. However, from what I know, the mind-reading portion is exactly perfect. From criminal interviews, it seems he can only detect minor bits and pieces. Regardless, who knows what he knows.

Recon looks a little over my height, which is 5'9". He has a mostly lean figure with a tail that comes from a raccoon. His suit is a mixture of dark camo and pure black, reinforcing his stealthy persona.

"Oh, Recon, wh-what can I help you with?"

"No need to act dumb," he said coldly. "We both know why I'm here. You know something about the potential whereabouts of Grandmaster. I can tell it's been bothering you quite sometime now."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean..."

"I've been listening to your inner monologues for the past few days. You seem to be conflicted about the true identity of your employer, Jan Warden. From my research, his age, history, and physical profile match Grandmaster. As much as your lingering thoughts have helped me locate him, I can't take action until I have definitive proof. So then citizen, would you happen to have any items that could be used to incriminate the murderer of Great Fist."

This is it, I can't hide it anymore. I've been caught. I try to hold back the gaping hole in my chest and try to stand up. "I... I do. It's just... a lot to take in. Let me just," I slowly whisper out.

The superhero walks up to me to look me in the eyes with his dark mask. "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid anymore. If the evidence you have turns out to be good enough, I can hand you over to the Hero's Association for witness protection. Now show me where it is."

I give a slight nod and slowly walk over to the closet facing my bed. Opening it, I crouched down to pick up the shoebox where I'd been hiding the glove. I think to myself as I open it. Is everything going to be okay? I like my job, and Mr. Warden has been kind to me. And this is how I treat him? And is this guy even the real Recon? Might this be another villain trying to blackmail him? No, this is happening way too quickly, why am I trusting this person so much? Despite the whirlwind of emotions, somehow, anger is what I feel the most. Why did this happen to me? Who allowed this superhero to just walk into my apartment and make decisions for me? As I opened the lid of the box, another option came to mind. Without thinking and done through my emotion-filled mind, I slipped the gloves on, turned around quickly, and with my paw wide open in a clawed pose, thrust the gloves hand into Recon's chest. I could tell he didn't expect that at all due to how his defense was down. His body convulses due to the load that runs through him and in no time at all he drops down motionless.

I stand there in fear as I realize what I've just done. Why did I do this? Did I do this? Oh my God. I take off the glove and crouch down to start shaking him. What should I do? He's not getting up, I was out for about 4 hours, and I only put two fingers on my body. Is he dead? No, I can still feel his pulse on his neck. Shit, should I call the cops and say it was an accident. Yeah, that could work but, is that what I want? I sit there on the floor on the verge of tears. God, why am I acting like I'm stupid? I know exactly why, but I don't think my boss deserves to go to prison or die because of some old hero's death. I love my job, and he's nice. But, I can't do this, I don't know how to fix this without revealing it to him. I feel a tear on my face when I pick up my phone to call the police. Before I dial, I look at my contacts, remembering what he said. Scrolling down to "Warden", which I can now see is called "Jan Warden". I hover over the contact and press down making my decision. I wipe my face of tears and cough to not sound like a wreck.

"Well, that didn't take long Mr. Cooper. Finally, decide to tell me who's causing you trouble? I know the Crass gang is active in your neighborhood, so just give me a name and I'll deal with it," Mr. Warden speaks in a light yet firm tone.

"No," I sob out pathetically, making my preparation worthless. I look over at the unconscious body next to me. "Nothing like that."

There's a pause as I sniffle trying to regain myself. "Wes, talk to me. You'll be fine."

I breathe in and out, trying to toughen and gain the courage about what I'm about to say. "Mr. Warden is your line secure."

"Of course, you don't have to worry about being found out."

"That's not it Mr. Warden. I... I found out about something I shouldn't have." I stop for a bit to regain my thoughts, clear more tears, and I can tell he's listening intently somehow. "Do you remember when I was looking for your PC key a couple of weeks ago? I checked the drawers and I could tell you barely used them. I doubt you remember what's in there. But I found a thing buried underneath a mess of files. I found a glove, Mr. Warden. A purple and black glove."

The line goes cold for a while, as I feel my blood turn cold. He finally speaks up. "Who have you told?"

"Nobody... well not really. Someone figured it out with my consent. I-I don't know what to do but... they're here, I used the glove. So, I need your help. Please. I don't know what to do."

"Stay right there." He says immediately and hangs up. He didn't even ask for my address...

The apartment is slowly heating up, but I notice that I haven't touched my Chinese food in what has felt like forever. It's probably cold by now. It's about 15 minutes after the call until I hear knocking on my door. It's a surprise it didn't just fall over. "I'm here Wes," he says in a softer tone than usual. I painfully get up as my knees stretch from being locked up for so long. I slowly open the door, not having the strength to look at his face after everything. He seems to be wearing a more casual appearance but intimidating nonetheless. A black trench coat with blue jeans and leather booths. He sneaks in and closes the door gently, locking it for me. I move into the corner as he walks over to the unconscious body of Recon. The wolf gets on one knee and checks Recon's vitals. "You got him good, pulse is steadily low. I'm guessing you caught him by surprise."

I don't even respond. "Will everything be okay? Will I be okay?" I choke out, feeling the tears roll down my face again. Mr. Warden slowly walked over to me, making me flinch as his fingers went under my chin.

He lifts my head so I can see into those bright yellows that shine in the darkened room. He then places both his hands around my head so that I can't avert his gaze. "Everything will be taken care of. But I need to listen very carefully. If someone asks you what happened tonight, you will tell them this: you left the office after staying longer at the office. After grabbing takeout, you were robbed by 2 strangers who took your phone and wallet. One was a tall canine male with green eyes who was holding you at gunpoint. The other was a small male rodent with brown ones. You heard about these crimes from a friend at work. Do you remember Sharla? One of my assistants? She is the one who told you that. That is why you were so hesitant to leave, as they were targeting men after their commutes back home in this neighborhood. Once home, after recollecting yourself over the stressful event. Do you remember when I talked to you earlier tonight? You revealed to your boss that you weren't comfortable going back home, which he immediately recognized and gave you his number. Remembering that conversation, you called your boss and he came over to help you. Understood?"

"Y-yes," I say shakily.

"Good. Everything will be fine if you follow my instructions," he says as he lets go of my head. He walks over to my desk and picks up both my wallet and phone laying there and stashes them into his coat pockets. "I will be needing these for now, but rest assured that you will get compensation back."

I quickly try to wipe the tears from my face to look less pathetic, but they've already soaked into my fur. "What will happen to him? And.. what will happen to me?"

He walks over to me and lifts my chin again to look at him. "What kind of boss would I be if I didn't provide lodgings for an employee in desperate need of one? You will stay with me for the time being."

"O-okay, I need to grab a couple of the-"

"No need to pack up, I will provide such necessities. Just put on shoes and we'll leave." Following his orders, I quickly put on my comfy slip-on shoes and followed him outside my apartment. Exiting the door, he stopped by another bulky wolf, this one with pure white fur and a scar near his right eye. "Mr. Hemsworth, thank you for arriving under such short notice. Everything seems to be under control, but I still require your cleanup. Bring the unwanted guest to the usual location. I'm going to bring Mr. Cooper with me to my place."

"Yes, sir," the white wolf says with a heavy accent I didn't recognize.

Mr. Warden wraps an arm around me and guides me outside to his luxury black Mercedes. Feels so weird and embarrassing wearing sweatpants and a hoodie entering such a high-end car. I wait until he gets into the driver's seat and starts up the car, the bright lights of the vehicle overpowering the shitty orange streetlights in the neighborhood. The engine revs up as we drive off with only the sound of the road and car breaking the silence. Eventually, Grandmaster's gruff voice speaks up. "I have a question for you. You don't have to answer, and I won't hold it against you if you do. But I have to ask, why did you do it?"

I look over to see him paying attention to the road but anticipating a response by his expression. I think for a moment about what to say and how I want to say it. "If I'm being honest, I'm still trying to figure that out myself. All I can say is that, at that moment, I didn't have the heart to just betray you like that. You've been nice to be, so there was a part also inside who believed that what was happening wasn't right. I could come up with a lot of different reasons, but those are what come to mind first," I say, staring out the window as we pass skyscraper after skyscraper.

I look back at him to see him smile. I assume he was satisfied with that answer. "In the heat of the moment, we don't have time to think things through. We have to go with what our brain tells us at first. Most of the time, it's the simple facts that motivate those decisions. I'm glad you had that impression of me to make that decision."

We remain quiet for the rest of the ride. He offers to turn on the radio, but it just didn't feel right to put it on considering the circumstances. Plus, I still had something else on my mind. What was gonna happen to Recon? Grandmaster was vague about it, so I hope he doesn't kill him. I know he usually doesn't just kill any run-of-the-mill hero like Recon, but the situation is damning. He's seen my face and knows too much about Grandmaster. I think it would be better if I just got it off my mind since I'd be no help and I'm also at a huge risk here.

Mr. Warden says we reached our stop, and we parked in front of a skyscraper in front of Central Park. A valet takes the car from us and we walk up the steps into the lobby. The building is obviously for the upper class since the lobby has extravagant art and employees working even at this hour. The office greets Mr. Warden as we walk past a key card door to a private elevator. The quick rise and jerk of the elevator catch me off guard, which makes him laugh. "I thought you were used to elevators like these."

"N-no! The elevators at work are slower, and besides our building is much smaller in comparison. And I've never really gotten a chance to use one of these..."

The ride up doesn't take long, and I'm greeted by a luxury modern penthouse. Marble tables, black and white walls, and large frames of what seem to be high-quality photographs on the wall. The place puts my meager apartment back in the Bronx to shame.

"Home at last." The wolf expertly tosses his coat on a rack a solid 10 feet away and walks down the hallways to the right. "I was just done doing my nightly exercise routine when you called, so you had good timing. However, I still haven't had the chance to shower, so I'm going to do that. Make yourself comfortable," suddenly my stomach growls, "and we'll make dinner later since you haven't eaten yet." He laughs again as he walks to what I assume is the bathroom and I groan in embarrassment.

Waiting to make sure he was gone, I decided to explore the place to satisfy my curiosity. It's not every day that you find yourself in a supervillain's penthouse. Roaming around, I began to feel a lot more relaxed knowing he wasn't some extravagant person living in this luxury penthouse. The penthouse seemed to consist of two floors, with the main area we entered having a living room esque area with a balcony from the second floor. The whole place has this open area vibe to it, with hallways that don't have many walls that separate them from the rooms themselves. On the first floor, I found a standard kitchen and dining room area, along with a standard study/office room. What I didn't expect to see taking up so much space in the apartment was the gym. This wasn't any ordinary home gym, there was a full-on squat rack with a deadlift platform, a leg press machine, and all the other kinds of machines and equipment you'd expect in an actual full-blown gym. Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm surprised, he's a powerless supervillain, after all, he didn't get this far without some form of intensive training. Other than that, the main hallway connected to the outside balcony where I could see more furniture and a decently sized pool. This place seems like the type of place for the CEO of Next Technology. But I wonder, does he have some secret room where he keeps his gear? I mean, there's no way he would just... get rid of it.

I'm looking around the living room looking at a bookshelf when I hear a voice behind me clear his throat loudly. "Sorry, but you won't be stumbling upon any more of my secret items. That was just a fluke." I turn around and I feel my face immediately flush. It looks like he jumped right out of the shower, but he's wearing just a towel it seems. Don't rich guys like him have robes and fancy fur dryers? "I apologize for my appearance, I just got out of the shower as you know. I'm not a fan of fur dryers, the high heat can especially be damaging to the fur of someone my age."

"Oh, of course, well that's not a problem with me. I, uh, as you know, don't have the luxury of fur dryers either, but for uh, financial reasons." I tap my claws together and try to avoid looking at his... visage. His chest is lighter than the rest of his body, and his wet body makes it easier to see his muscles. From what I saw in the photos at work and here, I'm starting to believe those weren't photoshopped. Unlike most muscular wolves I see, Mr. Warden is bulkier and stockier. His chest is amazing, looking like it can crush rock between them. His arms and legs are beefy as well. The main sight though is his belly. His gut is bigger than most muscled vigilantes but still looked strong, giving him more of a musclegut appearance. Throwing away my dirty thoughts, I concentrate on trying to find another topic. "So, uh, yeah I wasn't looking for some secret hideout, hah." Stupid! What kind of response was that?

He smiles and leans one of his shoulders against the wall. "You know, most super furs avoid using their home as a base of operation. Hiding stuff from maintenance and landlords is easy. That doesn't mean I don't have a couple of secret spots, but as I said, they're meant to be secret."

I'm reminded of another question I've had in my mind. "So how'd I end up finding that glove?"

He shrugs. "A slipup, like I said. Nobody's perfect. That glove you found was one of my backup suits. I used to have some at the office in case of an emergency, but I eventually migrated to more secure methods. One day I had a close call so I had to quickly dispose of the suit, but I guess I must've forgotten about one of the pieces. Frankly, I'm not so attentive when it comes to my office desk when it comes to my other businesses. I guess this is a wake-up call for me to do some spring cleaning." He sighs and stands back up. "Regardless, I must say that all of this has also worked up an appetite of my own, so if you would please help me cook up something in the kitchen. I remember one of your coworkers, Joe I believe, said you were a fantastic cook."

"Um, are you sure? I'll do it to repay your kindness tonight, but I'm not sure what you like," I say.

He waves his hand in dismissal. "Well, I'm not picky, as long as it has protein to support my diet. If you look in the fridge you'll see the ingredients I use typically, I'm sure if you use those I'll be happy. So, surprise me, I'm going to change into more suitable clothing."

As he walks off with his white towel around his waist, I focus on the fridge to see what he has available. After searching through his ingredients in the fridge and pantry, I decided on making one of my favorites: cheesesteaks. I'm not sure if he likes cheese, but he sure has plenty of it in the refrigerator. Not only that, but his pantry is all kinds of stuff, he had like 10 different kinds of bread. Taking the hoagies from the pantry and the ribeye, onion, and cheese from the fridge, I begin prepping by thinly slicing the steak and dicing the onion. It's by this time that Mr. Warden comes back, but his idea of "suitable" clothing is just a pair of gray sweatpants. What took him so long just to put that on? With his help, we finish cooking the ingredients and assemble the sandwiches, his portion making mine look like a kid's meal. After some small talk and eating our meals, he speaks up. "Well, it seems to have gotten rather late. Tomorrow is a workday, and I suggest that you retire along with me since you'll be riding to work with me tomorrow. We must maintain our normal appearance," he states matter of factly.

"Yes yes, of course," I respond meekly. I follow him up the stairs where he guides me to an extra bedroom across the hall from him. Inside I see a modern king-sized bed with sheets that look recently cleaned and at the foot of the bed, a new suit that looks perfectly tailored for me. How'd he....

"I've set an alarm for you at 7, be ready at 7:30 so we can leave for the office. Goodnight Mr. Cooper."

As he walks away, I say back, "Goodnight. And... thanks for, well, everything tonight Mr. Warden."

He turns back and smiles a bit. "I'm afraid it should be me thanking you Mr. Cooper. And please, you can call me Lance."

Getting out of bed was as hard as it was going to sleep. Not saying that the bed was uncomfortable, it was amazing. Going to sleep was difficult due to the crazy circumstances I've winded up in. However, waking up proved difficult with how soft and comfortable the bed was. My only motivation to get out was the reminder that now I was on schedule with my boss. I rushed to brush my teeth, wash up, and dry in time to put on my new clothes. Compared to my normal button-up, it seems Mr. Warden had given me a full-on suit with a pair of dress shoes to match. I'm pretty sure this costs a month's worth of rent at my old place. Remembering how to tie a tie, I tidy up and rush to see him downstairs on his phone. Hearing my approach he quickly ends the call and turns around to inspect me. I freeze as he walks up to me with a determined glare. In seconds, his gigantic paws reach for my neck, and I flinch as he takes off the tie. I internally let out a sigh of relief as he redos my tie.

"There, it seems you lack proficiency in tying ties. I will have to work on that later. For now, this will work." He checks his watch. "On time, good. All right Wes, let us go."

I barely was able to sit down at my desk before a group of coworkers rushed over to my desk. "Cooper, you can't just walk in today with the boss without explaining why! I mean, jeez, we all know you don't wear suits and ties, so what you're wearing is obviously from Mr. Warden. So tell us the deets!" Exclaimed an eager cougar.

"O-oh, well you see, around my neighborhood there have been some robberies and--"

"Sorry but Sharla told us all last night," the mountain lion pointed to a small tabby cat next to her. Gee, thanks for the sympathy. I also guess that Grandmaster's servants come in all sizes.

Sharla speaks up in a cheerful voice that makes it sound so genuine, "Yeah, you texted me that you were robbed but everything was taken care of. You didn't tell me that Mr. Warden had taken you with him."

Woah, why is she already implying that? "Wait, how do you know that?"

Everyone gives me an expectant look. "Wes, everyone saw you two come in together from the same car today. Plus, you never come in at 8, you always come around 9 like most of the tech staff. Even if he picked you up today, your place is way too inconvenient for his ride. That plus the new clothes, there's no way you did that all by yourself." Sharla explains.

I pause in my head to process what's going on with her. I would've thought that she would've explained my alibi to all the others at work, but it seems like they want me to elaborate with her to make it seem more realistic. Well, it was pretty vague in the first place, so I'm not surprised. "Oh yeah, heh. Sorry, just kind of embarrassing. Well, after you told me about the break-ins, Sharla, I've been hesitant about heading home as of late. So, I hang back for a while after rush hour is done and try to avoid them at that time. I met Mr. Warden around that time and noticed my anxiety. He offered his phone number in case I needed help. So last night when I was robbed, I decided to ask for his help."

The mountain lion giggles. "Oh. My. God. Are you blind Cooper?"

"What?"

"Foxy, he is SO into you! Listen, all of us know both of you are gay. Like it's so obvious that you are, but like, him? I was doubtful at first, but then Sharla showed me an old dating profile he made 2 years ago. And you've seen his computer right? I mean, that's your job! Wes, I know it's all tragic that you got robbed and lost your phone and wallet, but can you not see the stars have aligned? Dream boss walks up to you late at night after work to hand you his cell for 'help' and that night you need actual help, he provides? I mean, not to say you're weak or anything, but it was just a street robbery! Not like you were in immediate danger anymore. But no, he decided to take time out of his night to bring you to his home. Don't let me spell it out for you."

My maw was agape. I honestly didn't know how to feel. Most of that was completely unknown to me, and I can't say I'm a bit hurt to be considered so weak-willed. Regardless, I decided to laugh it off. Lord knows what would happen if you knew the truth.

"All right, I think that's enough Emily. Wes here can only process one fact at a time, no wonder he was oblivious to his advances. Have a good day Mr. Cooper!" They are walking around the corner when I realize the true weight of the statement. Wait, has Sharla always known about something between Mr. Warden and me? I sigh as I reach over to my coffee when I realize none is there. Shit, I couldn't pick up some from the shop today. Ugh, this day couldn't get any worse.

I was about to pick up one of the trays from the catering in the break room when I heard a voice behind me.

"Mr. Cooper." I turn around to see Mr. Warden standing imposingly at the entrance. "Would you care to join me for lunch?"

I turn to see Sharla and her posse give me knowing glances. Ugh, can they find another hobby? "Sure, was there something you needed to discuss?" I respond walking towards him.

"Not particularly, just that I would enjoy your company," he says as we exit the break room and head towards the elevator. Once we enter the elevator, his voice takes a more serious tone. "I'm afraid lunch will have to wait, Wes. We have a business that I would like to attend to now rather than later. I ask that you hold your questions until we arrive at our destination. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"We've arrived," Mr. Warden says to his phone as we park at what seems to be some sort of warehouse for Next. I'm still a bit scared to ask why we're here so I just follow his lead and get out of the car. Before we head into the warehouse, I see him open the trunk to pick up a suitcase. We walk to a door that he ignores and instead goes to a power outlet and opens it to reveal a switch. He flips it and a container behind us opens, and inside is another door with a scanner. Mr. Warden peers into the retinal scanner to unlock the door, and he opens it to reveal a long staircase going downwards. I gulp as I continue to follow him down the dark descent.

Eventually, we reach the light and yet another locked door which leads to a massive chamber that almost looks to be as large as the two warehouses above. However, it is largely empty and void of light, except for a spot in the center that almost looks like some sort of movie set. Lance sets the suitcase down on a simple fold-up table and proceeds to take off his clothes and store them in a locker nearby. I stand there nervously expecting this to go somewhere I wasn't ready for as he only has a jockstrap on now, a tight black one at that. Instead, he turns back to the suitcase and opens it. The suitcase lights up and flying drones pop out carrying armor that fits perfectly on his strong body. In nearly 10 seconds, he is suited up in his fearsome costume. From what I see, the armor seems to have been updated despite his absence. It still maintains the deep black across the armor and dark purple lines as accents. His cape and hood are still gray, and his helmet eyes glow neon purple. Some change I could see was that his muzzle wasn't covered normally with mesh-like standard canine helmets. Instead, he's replaced it with something that looks out of sci-fi: a sliver mechanical jaw and snout surrounding mesh to mimic that of a normal canine mouth. Another change I spotted was his belt and tools are missing, but in the construction of the suit, I saw that the drones fit some sort of hidden compartments, most likely to not show his arsenal so easily to his opponents. He meant business here, and Grandmaster hasn't stopped working on his hobby like some say he has.

Cold metal claws land on my shoulder. "Before we go, I need something," Grandmaster says, his voice much deeper due to his voice change. "Show me your hands." I comply. Like I suspected, a compartment in his armor opens and a pair of handcuffs fly out and slap around my wrists. "I'm sorry, but it is necessary for what we are about to do." He then pulls me closer and one of his metal claws presses against my cheek. "Hold still." The claw pierces me, and quickly slices. I stifle a yip of pain. He then sprays something against my cheek and it feels cold. Once he lets me go, I lift my hands to feel the cut, and I can tell that it has already formed a scab. "Let's go."

The walk to the set gives me enough time to notice some things. One is that this set almost seems to mimic a typical neighborhood, and if I had to guess, it looks like one near my apartment. I also noticed that despite the armor he was wearing, I can barely hear his footsteps. Super tech is truly no joke and proves what hole I've gotten myself into.

Once we reach the set, we turn a corner on the fake street to none other than Recon unmasked, strapped to a chair facing who I remember was the white wolf standing outside my apartment last night. Recon doesn't seem to be hurt too bad, his face is looking down defeated with some minor bruises. If I had to guess, probably bruises caused by attempts to escape, not from torture. That's a relief.

"Thank you Hemsworth, excellent work as always," Grandmaster says as we approach. Mr. Hemsworth gets up to carry over two more fold-up chairs in front of the defeated hero. I awkwardly stand as the two sit down, and after a couple of seconds, Grandmaster says, "Mr. Cooper, sit down." I quickly sit down, nearly falling over, which causes Hemsworth to chuckle.

"Relax kid, everything will be fine," the white wolf says as he cracks his neck. He turns his attention to Grandmaster. "He's been reduced. I also did what you asked. Everything is as planned."

Grandmaster grunts. "Good." A moment of silence. "Mr. Freeman. Are you present?"

The raccoon lifts his head, showing his facial markings and green eyes. "Kill me already. I've already figured out your identity. Spare me the lecture." He then looks over at my scared face. "And let the fox go. I was under the impression you didn't involve civilians in your antics."

Grandmaster gives a sinister laugh. "Now, let's not be so rash! Let's just call this a... misunderstanding, hm?" He leans forward to face eye level with the comparably smaller raccoon. "Now, level with me here. What do you remember? Just so that I can fill in the blanks for you."

Recon narrows his brows. "What's your game?"

"No game, like I said, I'm here to help you fill in the blanks." Mr. Freeman pauses for a second, staring at Mr. Warden. "Sorry Freeman, but you'll have to do better if you want to look into my mind. As my man said, you've been reduced. I'm sure you know how a standard power reducer works right? Inject and a couple of hours later, superheroes are no longer super for a while. Now be a good boy and tell me what you know. Otherwise, I'm sure Mr. Cooper here is willing to speak his side again, right?" Grandmaster wraps his arm forcibly around me. I have no idea what's going on, and I feel fear creeping up my back again.

Recon clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Fine. I was looking for the fox last night as I located his thoughts searching for you. Once he entered his apartment, I snuck through the window to get evidence from the fox. Little did I know that it would be him knocking me out." The raccoon scowls at the armored wolf. "How does it feel to threaten innocents with your dirty work?"

The villain shakes his head. "I'm afraid it is a bit distasteful. But I'm afraid you have it all wrong. You see, I did know that you were looking for leads on my whereabouts recently. I wasn't worried I was prepared to do nothing. Believe it or not, my focus lay elsewhere. Tell me, what information did you pull from Mr. Cooper here using your ability."

He frowns. "I'm sure you know this already, but my power gives my bits of information, but not the full picture. From the fox, I gathered fragments of fear towards his boss and Grandmaster. But that was all I got in the limited range and noise I had to deal with."

Grandmaster nods, "That would align with what you told Mr. Cooper. But it seems you don't know the full truth. You see, my focus at the time wasn't you Recon, it was Mr. Cooper here." Recon looks back to me in fear and looks back to the armored wolf, still staring directly at the raccoon. "A couple of days ago, one of my subordinates alerted me that my old equipment wasn't properly disposed of. Fearing the worst, I created trackers that would find signatures of parts that hadn't been accounted for. Most were already thrown away like regular trash, but one managed to find its way into my normal employee's possession. Mr. Hemsworth here located him, but not before he noticed a certain superhero perched outside that employee's apartment." I looked over to the white wolf he was smirking confidently, and I could see Recon grit his teeth in frustration. "So as you can see, Mr. Freeman, it was purely luck of how we found ourselves here. With some proper encouragement from myself, Mr. Cooper here was more than willing to help arrange the meeting we find ourselves in now. Need I explain more?"

The raccoon snarled and fought against his restraints. "So that's what this is? Taunt me with how lucky you are before getting rid of me? You are worse than I thought Grandmaster."

In a flash, Grandmaster lunges forward and grabs the hero's throat with one hand, getting right into his face. "Watch your tongue. I don't play with my food, and if I intended to kill I would've done it by now." He lets go and sits back down. "I'm here to tell you the truth so that you fully understand the offer I'm about to make you."

Recon rasps for air. "What?"

"That's right. A bargain. I believe all of us can gain from this. According to my intel, the reason you were searching for me was financial reasons, isn't that correct Mr. Freeman? Looking here at your loan repayments, you've been falling behind, not to mention those medical bills. This new age of heroes isn't so profitable for a man like you?" Recon holds back his rage. "That's why I propose this to you. I let you go, with the catch being that you keep this investigation of yours a secret and move on. For your reward, I'll give you a fair million dollars, albeit through monthly installments because of money laundering and such."

"And what's stopping me from just leaving, taking the money, and revealing your identity?"

Grandmaster laughed again. "Of course, I have that figured out." Mr. Hemsworth hands the villain from what looked like my phone. He opens it up without even using my password and navigates somewhere and shows it to the hero. After inspecting for a while, he slouches in fear. Grandmaster hands me my phone, with a photo showing what looks like Recon interacting with a large hyena who was none other than Big Jaw.

"What is that?" Recon mumbles. "It looked so real, no Photoshop, but, but, but I've never met Big Jaw in my life!"

Grandmaster holds my handcuffed hands together with the phone. "Mr. Cooper here one day was strolling along the streets when he came across the nefarious Big Jaw dealing with apparent superhero Recon. However, he was unaware of his flash, so the two noticed, and sent two goons after him." Mr. Hemsworth shows two photos to Recon. "These two men are happy to go to prison. They will say how they ripped this phone away from Mr. Cooper after their boss told them to and to threaten the kid that if he said a word, he would be on the chopping block. However, this photo was taken on a company phone and is already hidden away in our servers. So despite it being gone," he takes the phone from my hands and crushes it like it was nothing, "the picture still exists in the servers of Next. Well, when I want it to be there. To put it simply Mr. Freeman, if you snitch, nothing bad will happen to me, except for annoying criminal investigations in my office building. However, I'm sure it won't come to that."

The raccoon is left awestruck. "But, how?"

Masterminds spread his arms out. "Look around. Doesn't this look like a perfect recreation of the scene? And don't think I don't have a couple of villain friends on speed dial. Many think Big Jaw takes any chance to gobble up a hero, but many don't have the intelligence he has. I mean, isn't it perfectly reasonable that the hero Recon is a perfect spy and tool for the ravenous Big Jaw. And you have Mr. Hemsworth here to thank for the amazing set here. His talent knows no bounds. I mean, I could have men try and make a perfectly edited photo of a meetup between you two, but why do that when you have both the actors in hand? Let Big Jaw use his power to prop up your unconscious body and snap a picture from Mr. Cooper's phone. No need for error-prone photo editing."

At this point, the raccoon looks utterly humiliated. I look at Grandmaster to see he's expecting another question from the hero. Although I know now that this story is a lie to cover things up, I still need to do something to make it seem more believable and complete. So, I decided to speak up for this reason, and for genuine curiosity, for the answer, they've come up with.

"And, um, what about me," I squeak out, trying to sound scared for my life.

The raccoon looks up with renewed vigor. Guess the heroics kicked back in. "That's right. This scheme of yours only works if Cooper here decides to comply with it. I won't accept this deal if it means the kid's death." Why does everyone keep calling me a kid? Am I that small?

The armored wolf pats my shoulder with his heavy paws. "Relax. Mr. Cooper will live here. However, his current living situation must change. He'll move in under my constant surveillance, where he won't get the chance of saying a thing."

"So he becomes your slave? Pet? No deal."

"I'm afraid you're grossly summarizing what will happen. Let me be more detailed. Mr. Cooper already works at Next, so nothing's changing there. He'll move in with me where I promise his living accommodations will improve dramatically, I mean, you already saw his apartment, right! He'll be able to leave at his leisure, but checkups will have to be done regardless. And if you want further reinforcement, he has no family, so it's not like anyone's gonna miss him. If you ask me, it's a win-win." I'm not sure if I'm flattered or offended.

Recon looks back at me. "This is not my decision to make."

I look at him seriously and take a deep breath. Okay, looks like he's on board. But maybe I can push this a bit further. "Then, then, I mean, I want to, no, I deserve a better position. And, and, higher pay. Full insurance too!"

Mr. Hemsworth chuckles again. Grandmaster turns to me menacingly. "Like I mentioned Mr. Cooper, everything will be accounted for. You will be compensated for this, but don't take your snooping around as something I've forgiven. I'm afraid that aspect is nonnegotiable. Do we have a deal?"

Shit, maybe I pushed it a bit far. "Y-yes, sir."

"Hmph. Fine by me, who do I contact regarding this... compensation. And free me already," asked Recon.

Grandmaster snaps his fingers and restraints on the raccoon open and the handcuffs unlock for me. "You'll be notified of the details soon, I promise. But like you said, you already know my identity. There's nothing wrong with trying to get in contact with me. Just let it be known that if I catch you sneaking around my turf one more time, I won't be as kind as I was today."

I plopped back into the car seat and slouched after that ordeal. Mr. Warden got into the car and leaned over to pull my face toward him. "Hm, looks good now." Without asking me, he picks off the scab where he cut me earlier. "Sorry about that, I wanted at least some sign to show you weren't being treated wonderfully. Could've done better, but it seems like the act worked."

I continue to rub my wrist as they still feel sore after being in those tight handcuffs for so long. "You know, if you're gonna involve me in your schemes, it would've been nice if you told me earlier."

"Keeping you in the dark served as a good motivator for fear, and that was needed for Recon to believe the story we were going to tell him." He straightens his tie and starts the car. "Nevertheless, our ploy works, and hopefully it will be smooth sailing from here on. I must say, the last comment from you was convincing but made me question whether it was you being truthful or not," he says seriously.

"Oh, well, um, it wasn't true at all. I mean, you know I was promoted to my position with you and I've been saving up so I can finally move to a better place, I just thought that-"

He laughs hard and slaps my chest. "C'mon I was just joking. You should lighten up. In honesty, I don't manage the pay or the insurance. I don't remember the last time I've gone to an actual doctor. So, do you have any places you'd like to go for lunch? We'll make up an excuse that we went to the police station to file some paperwork and such."

"I know of a good cafe. I usually get my coffee there every morning, so I've yet to get that. They have pretty good food too. Let me show you the address on my... phone," I slowly said while looking over to see Mr. Warden look embarrassed.

The wolf coughs awkwardly. "Err, a replacement for your smartphone can be dealt with later. I'm quite famished, you see."

It was about 3 pm when we got back, and on the drive back I know the suspicions we were going to get once we walked back into the office. Aside from the devious glares from the drama girls, it was time to deal with my actual coworkers in the IT department. Once I parted ways with Lance and headed to my desk, Larry and Frank approached me as I went to sit in my chair.

"Shit man, so the rumors are true," Larry the badger whispers to us.

"Great, care to explain what these rumors are?" I sigh out.

"Dude, what do you think? Word is you're smashing the boss," Frank the mouse scandalously whispers.

I roll my eyes and swivel my chair towards them. "No, I didn't 'smash' my boss after being robbed of my possessions. Do y'all seriously believe this shit?"

They both shrug. "Hey, we both know your orientation, and for an old dude he looks better than men our age, so we don't blame you. But to be honest, lots of people are making it out to be something worse. Like some people don't even know you got robbed. Most think you just got booty called by the boss or that y'all were already fucking and this is the next level. I don't know man, I just think that this place doesn't get enough drama so they're making it out to be a bigger deal than it is," Larry explains.

"So then why are you here?" I ask.

They twiddle their thumbs. "Well, we were just, kind of seeing if it was true," Frank hesitantly mumbles.

"Even if it was true, why would I tell you guys, no offense. But I'm being for real, nothing is going gone. He said he could help me last night and offered a better place to stay, so I took up on the offer. Satisfied?"

"Yeah, I guess. But if you ask me, maybe you should try to be a little more lowkey about it? I'm not saying you should move back to your old place, that place was a shithole. But what I'm tryna say is, if you disappear for lunch for about 3 hours, don't be surprised if people make assumptions," the badger said.

"Fine, whatever. Listen, the only reason why it took so long was that he wanted to file a police report after, and that took way longer than expected. Ugh, why is it that everybody is more interested in me messing with Mr. Warden instead of me nearly losing my life?" I ask.

More shrugs. "Sorry man, death and violence never seem to be more interesting than workplace romance."

For over a week, there wasn't much else happening. Seemed like things were getting back to normal. The rest of the initial week was fine and the romantical drama eventually died over the weekend. Last weekend, I spent some time with friends, shopped for a new phone with Lance, and moved most of my stuff from my old place to his penthouse. For the time being, I was just saying that I was crashing at his place until I found a new apartment, but who knows how long that will hold. Living with him is fairly nice, and it's hard switching from "Mr. Warden" to a casual "Lance", but overall he's a pretty nice roommate (if you exclude his lack of upper clothing around the home). The rest of this week was alright, with the usual work and business. Lance seemed to take the hint that we should separate for a bit, and so there wasn't much interaction between us there besides work.

Today, it was Friday and finally the weekend. As usual, I waited at my desk after work and we both headed back to his place. We're in the car now when he speaks up, "Hey, let's go out tonight. I would like to go someplace, let's just say special, with you."

I turned to him looking surprised. "Well, this is sudden. I mean I'm not against it, but if we're going to someplace fancy I'd at least like to plan out an outfit-"

"No, no that won't be necessary. The place is, well let's just say very casual yet exclusive," he says mysteriously.

"Okay, now you're scaring me. Enough with this cryptic speech, just tell me. Not like I already know your secret or anything," I huff annoyed.

"Hmph, I guess that is true. I would like to attend a bar that's exclusive for, let's say, the people I tend to be associated with."

"Villains?"

"I'm flattered that you think we supervillains are so united to have one bar we go to, but no. It's just a local bar that people I've worked within the past and still deal with nowadays tend to frequent."

"So... criminals?"

"Not necessarily, but I think you're overthinking it. Just view it as a meeting place people of my caliber tend to visit in NYC. I won't be going with a meeting planned, but it wouldn't hurt to catch up with some other individuals," he says matter of factly.

"That makes sense, but I'm not sure why you want me along," I inquire.

He falls silent for a moment. "I just thought that since you know my secret, and are much more involved now, I think it wouldn't hurt to know some of my, well I guess you can say, friends. Plus, it's the weekend and it's still a bar, I would like to hang out."

I stifle a laugh. "Hang out? I never thought someone like you would say words like that. Okay, sure, I'm down."

He smiles a bit. "Splendid. First, let's go back to the apartment to change and we'll go to the spot."

Lance and I arrived at the bar. I'm not surprised no one could find it, it's hidden behind some alley near an isolated shipyard. The exclusive aspect was still there though, with the place being guarded by a gruff dragoness.

Lance was wearing a leather jacket alongside a black turtleneck sweater that highlighted his muscles. Besides that, he just wore standard blue jeans and boots. I on the other hand was just wearing a simple sweatshirt and red puffer jacket trying to push through the cold winter night. God, I'm glad I no longer have to deal with taking the train back home every night.

"Good evening Ms. Flamebringer," the wolf nods his head towards her while opening the door for me.

"Evening Warden," she gruffly responds. Yeah, I don't think I wanna mess with her.

Inside, the atmosphere is much more akin to a normal bar. Soft lights, neon lights, TV screens playing whatever, and some nice billiards tables alongside booths and tables. And of course, a long wall aligned with various liquor, mixers, and taps. "If it isn't the washed-up CEO himself! Glad to see you're still doing alright" greets a white lion from over the counter. The lion is a bit on the smaller side, but his professional appearance and smile make him seem friendly enough for such an incognito bar.

"Looks like you finally took up my advice Lancy! Got yourself a cute partner in crime," a deep voice bellows from the booths, which I can see is none other than Big Jaw the hyena. He's wearing a shirt this time, but it barely covers his monstrous belly. Seeing him here did unnerve me. He's known as the devourer of heroes, eating supers and gaining their powers. Despite his name, I know he's eaten from both sides, heroes, and villains, whoever strikes him the wrong way. I shouldn't be too worried, as he doesn't eat normal people, but that doesn't make me any more relaxed. Near the hyena seems to be some large & buff doberman in a tank top and jeans playing billiards. He looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

"That's enough Jaw. He's not a partner by your definition, got it," Lance retorts.

The hyena frowns. "Sorry, just teasing. No harm intended, right foxboy?"

Foxboy? Despite his large stature, I thought the hyena was supposed to be quite devious and intelligent. Guess eloquent speech isn't his strong shit. "Uh, yeah, sure," I responded meekly.

"Done doing damage control Warden?" The doberman pauses his game to look at Lance and me as we sit at some bar stools near the two men.

"Yes, the last two weeks have been quite hectic. I'm not used to making mistakes, so I can't lie that it's been tiresome. But that is in the past. Thank you again for your cooperation on such short notice Jaw."

Big Jaw slaps his belly. "Heh, no problem-o. You know I love doing photoshoots with this glorious frame of mine. Shame I couldn't have a raccoon for supper." I try not to flinch at that comment, but the hyena is too attentive to not notice. "Relax fox, I was just kidding. I've already eaten not too long ago, so I've been trying to lose weight," he says as he lifts a mug of beer and drinks deep.

The doberman shakes his head. "What a load of horseshit, you grow fatter each day. Any bigger and I might have to fight you for sinking Manhattan by your weight alone."

Jaw fakes a hurt expression. "Oh no, the legendary hero Commander Arsenal comes to save the day from a massive hyena fat meteor crashing onto the city. What sort of weapons will he conjure to save its citizens! Hah, you crack me up Arse."

What? The doberman is Arsenal? Now it makes sense. But, he's a big-league superhero. What the hell is he doing here? Guess Lance wasn't lying when he said this place isn't only for villains.

"I should be thanking you too Mike. Seems like the Union hasn't caught on to what happened. Probably distracted with your battle against Proto Brain around the same time," Lance says.

"I didn't do shit. Recon going off the radar was likely a blessing in disguise. Meant they had one less idiot to hold me back from beating the shit out of that alien. Union's grown soft these past years. If you ask me, you should've let the big guy eat the damn raccoon, one less problem to deal with." I forgot, Arsenal used to be part of the Hero's Union, till he left without much of a statement. Wonder why?

Surprisingly, Big Jaw rises in his chair to face the doberman. "If you ask me, saying things like that won't hold the peace. I know Recon is an asshole, but his image and association with the Union make him off-limits. Besides, this blackmail could help us in the future."

"He's right Mike. Recon is an asset that we could use if the Union gains too much power. His debt being cleared might help him make the changes he needs," Lance explains.

"Fat chance. Have you heard what he did to his family? Superhero my ass, lucky he still has them." Mike sighs and rubs his eyes. "Sorry, I'm killing the mood. Friday night and I'm crying over spilled milk. So, who's the kid?"

Acting braver than I look, I announce, "My name is Wes Cooper, sir."

"Ah, so he's the fox who caused all the trouble. Got a good head on your shoulders kid, siding with the wolf was the better choice."

Deciding not to loop back to the Recon discussion, I try to push a joke. "Yeah, he's pretty cool. But honestly, I look down a little more on Grandmaster now. How could he make such a careless mistake?"

The pair laugh. I look to my side to see Lance with a slight grin. "Oh, so super isn't allowed to make a blunder in his 40s. Sorry that spring cleaning isn't something I particularly enjoy. Who knows, maybe I planted it there on purpose, hm?"

"As if! Next time you want to play the lottery, just buy a ticket!" My comeback causes the whole group to laugh.

"Heh, reminds me of the time my ex-wife found one of my earpieces in my bag and was paranoid enough to walk around the city until she heard something. The fucking bitch freaked out when I got home that day that I knew there was no chance our marriage was going to last," Arsenal said with a sigh.

"Are you sure that's the only reason you two divorced?" Teased Lance, causing Jaw to giggle.

"Fuck off you two. Shit man, I'm whining and still sober. Johnny, stop giving us this beer and give me something hard. Whiskey, on the rocks, and don't water that shit down like last time."

The lion nodded and went to work. "Will do, but I should remind you that it wasn't watered down. I think your tolerance is getting higher, sir," Johnny added.

The rest of the night went by pleasantly. From the tirades from Commander Arsenal and various discussions, it seemed as though the perfect Hero's Union was far from being perfect. I remember the controversy with Arsenal a few years back with his falling out with some of the other major heroes, but it seemed like that was only a reaction to various bureaucratic decisions that the association made. Not that freelancing was bad, many major heroes out of the states do just that. However, that meant a major decrease in pay, and the Union provides other benefits like PR management that other companies and countries don't offer. But from the discussions we had, it seemed like the Commander couldn't care less.

Aside from that, it was strange being in a room with individuals whose status didn't mean much in the environment. I guess that's why Mike enjoys being here rather than hanging out with his crowd. Tonight was fun though, I was taught how supers interact with each other outside of work, and how Lance is way too good at pool for me to even stand a chance. However, over the night I noticed that for a large older man, the retired supervillain couldn't hold his alcohol.

"Mmmm, Johnny, I think it's time for another round," the wolf slurs.

"Sorry, I think that's enough for you tonight Mr. Warden," Johnny says taking the glass Lance hadn't even finished yet.

"I think he's right buddy, time for you to head home. Wes, help me get this drunkard back to his car," the Doberman says while lifting the wolf's arm around his shoulders and pulling him up. I fish for the keys in his pocket and we say our goodbyes before leaving.

"So are you driving? I hate to break it but I'm not licensed," I tell the superhero.

"Heh, no. Trust me, he doesn't trust anyone to drive this thing, despite it being armed like a tank. It has an autopilot, once you start it up you'll see it," Mike responds. The dog sets down the drunk wolf in the driver's seat while I get on the other side and start the car. The setting is right up front on the touchscreen, and I set it up for the penthouse. Mike adds, "If you look again, there's a drunk mode he made. Don't want him pressing anything now do we." I nod and press a small button labeled drunk with a beer bottle icon. "And hey, it was nice meeting ya kid. See why Lance here trusts ya to go through all his shit."

"Thanks, and have a good night," I respond.

"Night night grumpy dog," Lance mumbles in his drunken state.

Heading back to the apartment was a difficult task. Although the car helped drive us there, getting the big old wolf out of the car was another problem itself. Luckily he was at least somewhat coherent enough to walk with me with his arm around my shoulders, but most of his body weight was being supported by me. Stumbling out of the elevator, I push him up the stairs to get to his bedroom, where Lance flops onto his huge clean white bed. "Mmm, oh heavenly white could, how comfy you are," he says with his eyes closed.

I sigh, putting my paws against my hips. "There, that should do it. Make sure you sleep on your side, okay?" I'm about to walk away before a strong hand grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest.

"No, don't go yet my precious little fox, I've been meaning to ask you something this whole night, but I've been so nervous." He pulls me in so I'm pressed right against his muscular pecs, breathing in his natural musk. He shamelessly takes a deep sniff of me which makes me squirm in embarrassment. "Mm, you smell wonderful, such a delight..."

I linger in his awkward drunken embrace for a bit while he pokes around with his snout when I finally speak up again. "So what did you want to ask? I'd like to return to my bed, if possible."

"Oh yes, sorry I just got so distracted. I mean, who can blame me? I won the lottery by being rewarded for being such a submissive and loyal vulpine. But that's not enough, I crave something much more from a relationship like this. So then, Wes Cooper, how would you feel following my every command, submitting to me, and being my loyal servant?" He growls slowly into my ears.

I blush knowing what exactly he means by this. I can't help but squirm in anticipation. I won't lie that I enjoy a dominant partner, but I hold myself back knowing how weird this is considering he's still drunk. I decide to stay quiet and slowly pet his head, which I can see causes the desired effect. Lance starts to doze off, his eyes struggling to stay awake. I break free from his grasp and try to cover as much blanket as I can over his body. Before I leave, I pat his head one last time and whisper into his ear, "I would love to."

The next morning I woke up relatively late, around 11 am. I didn't have too much to drink last night but still felt exhausted enough to pass out on my bed, most likely due to the exercise I had to go through with carrying Lance up to the penthouse. After doing a quick stretch, I changed into clean clothes and went downstairs to smell breakfast being made. Lance was in his typical shirtless sweatpants home attire. "Wow, you're up early," I said surprised.

He looked up from the eggs he was cooking. "And how is that surprising, I might ask? I'm always up early, considering the fact I enjoy doing my workout routine earlier on the weekends."

"I'm just saying, usually people who were in, let's just say, an inebriated state, wouldn't be up before noon."

"I see. As it turns out, medication and exercise can cure most hangovers. In all honesty, I was pretty drunk last night. Most of it went over my head." That's good, otherwise, things would be hella awkward right now considering what happened last night. "Would you care for some breakfast? I owe you for bringing me back home last night."

"I would love to," I say cheerfully.

He smiles back but pauses thoughtfully for a while, before returning to cooking his eggs with his brows furrowed. I sight at the table and talk about how nice his friends were last night, and how I almost beat him at pool. I decide to tease him a bit too about his alcohol tolerance. "What's up with you and drinking? I would've thought a bulky and buff guy like you could take more than just a few shots!"

"To be honest, I've never been a big fan of drinking alcoholic beverages. I enjoy drinking in the company of friends, but I've refrained from drinking casually due to the side effects and how it can heavily impact the work I do."

"That makes sense. I guess it's a bad practice to get drunk while being in the super business." Lance finishes cooking the eggs while I start to make some toast. We serve up our plates and eat in peace until he stares at me deeply. I try to avoid eye contact, but eventually, it creeps me out and I ask, "What's up?"

The wolf continued staring for a bit until he looked straight forward and says, "You talked about the drunken ramblings and actions I did at the bar, did I say anything else on the way back, or in this apartment?"

I hid my blush and tried not to expose myself. "Um, not really. You were pretty drunk still, just muttering things that weren't English. But yeah, it was hard carrying your heavy body up those steps! I'm surprised you didn't fall over and crush me."

His dark face turned to face me. "Is that so. I'm afraid I recall things quite differently. I remember regaining my awareness, albeit I was still inebriated enough to be more, let's say, outgoing. I remember you carrying me up to my room as you said, and although I could've tried standing and walking myself, I was having too much fun letting you lift me around like that. I remember what I asked last night, which I believe was 'how would you feel following my every command, submitting to me, and being my loyal servant?' And I recall your response was 'I would love to.' I'm afraid my body at the time was desperate to rest, but my mind was fully awake. Would you like to corroborate my story now, Mr. Cooper?"

"Listen," I stammer, "I was only playing along with your drunkenness. I just thought it'd be funny to play along with your joke."

He pickups my fork and quickly guides a piece of eggs into my mouth, which I hesitantly bite down on. "Don't be coy Mr. Cooper, you should know by now that I'm an expert when it comes to reading people, otherwise I wouldn't get to the place I'm at now. So let's stop pretending that you don't know what I'm talking about." I chew my food staring at his devilish face as he scoots closer to me. "I need you to know that I'm not your standard partner. You see, people who've been with me say that I'm a bit on the 'rough' side, and the privileges and freedoms you had before will be forfeited with me. Therefore, I need you to fully understand what you're getting into, because with me, there is no going back, understand?"

"Y-yes, sir."

He nods and caresses my head fur. "Good, you have until 8 pm tonight to have your answer. And remember, there will be only two answers: yes or no. Don't feel obliged to answer, either way, you can stay here no matter what. Let it be known that if your answer happens to be yes, there will be no delay and I will get what I want then and there."

Sitting on the subway train today was difficult. Despite there being nobody on it today due to the rain, it was hard because of the hard-on I was dealing with. After the ordeal in the morning, I decided to head out to shop for toiletries I forgot to buy a while ago. Who am I kidding? The real reason is that I needed time away from him. I managed to not get hard in the store due to having a task on hand, but on the ride back my mind was wondering what he meant. I had some "rough" idea of what he's like, but how crazy are we talking about? Each minute another dirty thought pops into my head. I'm lucky that my bag can cover my erection as of right now.

There's a small part of me still saying no, like usual. He's a supervillain. He's older. He's way bigger than you. He already told you there's no going back. Despite all these doubts, my curiosity and desire shoot back up. He's treated me nice so far, but that's not why I chose him. I would've hooked up with a superhero if I wanted that. And that's why I already know my answer.

I got back at around 7:30. I spent the rest of the day wandering the city until that destined time. I entered the apartment to quickly take a shower in preparation for what was to come. Once I'm dry, I get dressed again and exit my room to hear a barbell clink. I walk over to the home gym to see him benching nearly 500 lbs. Guess he decided to do his workout later. Gulping, I stood timidly until he finished his set. Rising in his usual shirtless and sweatpants attire, he takes a quick sip from his bottle and stands in front of me. He stares at me for a second and clicks his tongue. I open my mouth to speak for him and close it with two fingers. "No need to say anything. I already know the answer, follow me."

I follow him up the stairs, taking great care not to trip in embarrassment from my nervousness. Once at the top, he pauses and scowls. "You know what, fuck this. Come here." He turns around and scoops me up, carrying me over his shoulder. I yelp as he storms over to his bedroom. It doesn't take long, and in no time I'm thrown on the bed looking up at his imposing frame. I shrivel up a bit in fear as he leers over me, his snout inching closer to mine. "Now look at where you've found yourself. All alone, trapped in the wolf's den. But it looks like you only have yourself to blame, hm?" He licks seductively around my neck and light bites on it. At this point, I can't ignore the erection that's trapped in my pants. He kept this act of dominating me for a while, making me think that he was teasing me and trying to make me impatient, and it was working.

Eventually, he stopped, and without warning, he shredded the shirt and pants I was wearing, causing me to gasp. "There, much better. But we still have a long time before I decide to truly claim you. There are some... other matters we need to attend to." Regaining his smooth and cool demeanor, backing away and swiping away the slobber around his mouth. He walked over to a bedside drawer to pull out some sort of box, making me nervous seeing as he had to use his pawprint to open it. Inside were a bunch of small dots that looked like stickers, and some sort of remote. "What? Surprised I didn't bring out normal objects like collars, contraceptives, et cetera? You should know by now that a man of my stature wouldn't deal with such primitive tools. I have something much more advanced and efficient. Of course, this technology is so powerful, releasing it out in the public would be terrible." He grabs some sort of gloves from another hidden compartment inside the case. He walks back to me with an evil smile and caresses my face with his gloved hand. "Now do me a favor and remove your undergarments, otherwise I might have to do it myself."

"W-what are y-you gonna do?" I stammer. "What is that, I mean, what are those?"

"Hmph, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you, not like you could stop me from putting them on. They're what I like to call 'body control modifiers' or BCMs for short. They're small nanomachines that attach to the body and can, just like that name suggests, amplify or reduce the nervous system's basic functions. Pain, pleasure, even sweating and motor control can be changed at the touch of a button. There's a lot more science behind it and knowledge on how to use it properly, but I won't bore you with such details."

"W-wait, so are you going to put those things on me?!?"

He holds both my hands still and keeps me pinned on the bed. "Slightly inaccurate. I will be putting these on your body, but also inside it. To be more specific, today I'm thinking of putting it on your nipples, penis, and inside your rectum. I know this might sound alarming, but like I keep saying, I'm not a normal man. When you accepted my offer, you willingly gave your body to me, and I get to say what can be done with it. Mere toys like leather bondage and vibrators aren't enough for my cravings. That said, I assure you that this process will be to your benefit."

I gulp and relax, letting him take control as he lifts my legs and slides my underwear off with ease. "Um, h-have you used these before. Is it safe?"

He chuckles and gropes my butt before putting my legs down, causing me to squirm a bit in embarrassment. "You wound me, little fox. I assure you that this invention of mine has been thoroughly tested, otherwise I wouldn't have used it on such a lovely partner of mine." He flips me over to continue grabbing my ass, whispering in my ear. "You know, these nanomachines are an amazing interrogation device. As I said, they modify any bodily function, meaning I can torture a pathetic so-called 'hero' without even leaving a scratch. But the development of this machine wasn't intended for that simple use case. You might find that intercourse and other sexual methods of torture are a great way of getting answers, specifically if you combine my device with hypnotic patterns." Moments like these remind me that not only am I pursuing a relationship with my boss much older than I but a retired supervillain at that. "But I'll be honest, this is the first time I'll be doing it with a consensual partner of mine. Not to say I haven't enjoyed breaking the dignities of others with it, but I'm excited to experience something new and thrilling like this."

Lance got off of me and I tried to look around, seeing him pick up a sheet of BCMs. He took one dot on his finger and approached me. "Let's get the hard one out of the way. You might feel a small prickling sensation at first, but it will dissipate."

"Um, uh, you said these are safe right? I mean, you control them right? So like, what if, I'm not against this by the way, or saying you wouldn't consider this, but what if someone else can detect these nanomachines on me?"

The wolf grabs me again this time but licks me on the snout, one might very passionately. "See, this is why I love you. Not stupid to comply with any scheme, and able to think of potential problems. You'd do well in my previous line of work. You're right, that's why today I've reworked this hardware to only work with my DNA signature, and any frequencies it detects that aren't mine it will send out a failsafe to the brain to treat them as hostile organisms, letting your body do the rest of the work getting rid of them. This failsafe also happens if it's activated and you don't want it and I'm not around. To be honest, it's much safer than giving you a remote to remove them." Yes, let's ignore the part about them being able to activate even if I don't want it and he's still around! But who am I kidding, yet another reminder I'm about to be fucked by THE Grandmaster.

"Now, be a doll and relax for me. It will only take a moment." Yeah, sure, let me just relax so you can shove your finger up my butt for some nanomachines! Despite my feelings, Lance promptly shoves one of his fingers up into my hole, causing me to gasp. Although I didn't feel any lubricant, it felt like his finger just slipped in. Then I feel a light prod right on the sensitive spot of my anus, causing me to cringe and moan, which is quickly replaced by the feeling of something puncturing me. It's not bad like someone sticking a needle into you, but more like a doctor pricking you for a blood sample. Lance pulls out his finger and gives my buttcheck another slap. "Good boy. Now flip over so I can do the front."

"That's it? Just one of those... dots?" I say.

"Indeed. They're nanomachines. One of these pads is applied to your skin and it naturally dissolves into millions of cellular level robots that spread around like any regular cell. That being said, they stick to a certain radius. No more questions, I'm starting to get impatient." No kidding. I looked down to see that somewhere along the line he lost his sweatpants, and his white jockstrap is on display, with a hardening member trapped inside. Holy shit, he's only semi-erect and it's poking out like a sore thumb. Putting the dots on my nipples is pretty quick, but once he's finished with those he grabs my dick with his gloved hand. "I'm going to have to get rid of this erection for you to apply the pad." Immediately I feel the coldness and my penis shrinks down to its sheath. I cringe and try to avoid squirming and angering him more. I can see his patience has grown thin, as he hastily transfers a dot to his finger and jams his finger into my cold sheath. He pulls out and removes the glove and puts it back into the case and removes the remote before putting the case back in the drawer.

"So, um, what do we do now. Do we wait for it to apply or..." I hesitantly ask as he turns around with a disgruntled face, making me back down.

"Yes, we do. But I'm not in the mood for waiting. So you're going to do your job and listen to my commands. Now get up," he growls. I scramble quickly out of the bed, fearing what he might do. He wasn't in the mood for any more teasing and ripped off his jockstrap to reveal his sheath and hardening member. The giant wolf gets into the bed effortlessly and positions himself against the headboard and pillows like he's a king sitting on his throne. "Now we have to wait 15 more minutes for the BCMs to calibrate. So you have 15 minutes to please me to a satisfactory level or else you will be punished." I stood there dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. "I SAID NOW!" He growls between his teeth as I scramble back onto the bed.

Shit! What should I do? Thinking hard, I resort to the first thing in my head, blowjob. Looking down, I can see his tapered tip peeking out of that black sheath. Jesus, those balls look way bigger in person. And his dick is... purple? I know he's genetically not a standard wolf, but what exactly is his ethnicity? Pushing these thoughts out of my head, I bend to lick when I feel my head fur being grabbed tightly and bringing me face level with him. "Bad fox. You don't get that until you prove yourself worthy. There are plenty of other places for you to worship. Don't be shy, I enjoy mostly everything, just stick to the upper body." I rub my head in embarrassment. Foreplay dumbass, ever heard of it? I tell myself.

I move up closer and look over at his judgmental stare. Avoiding those yellow eyes, I get an idea and inch closer to his face hoping he'll get the idea. It doesn't take long for him to notice, and he lightly smirks before grabbing my thighs and effortlessly lifting me onto his lap so I'm face to face with him. Suddenly it becomes a lot more difficult to kiss him, but the hunk takes over with a paw behind my head forcing our mouths closed. I give in and close my eyes while slowly licking his snout. This doesn't satisfy him, as he takes control and starts to invade my mouth. Despite being what I'd like to call a gentleman in public, his kissing was messy and ferocious. I barely had time to breathe, and his tongue overpowered mine easily. However, I couldn't help but enjoy the dominance, not to mention how later he moved his paws to grope my ass again, and the constant grinding of my hardening member against his belly encouraged me more. Eventually, we stopped, and I pulled back a strand of saliva from his mouth. He licked his mouth and spoke up, "keep focus Wes, you still have 10 minutes on the clock." Shit, he was able to keep track of time during all that?

Looking down from his face, I couldn't help to look over at his biceps and what was... under them. I noticed it before, but his musky and sweaty scent was turning me on, and couldn't help but wonder what it was like there. He said anywhere on his upper body, right? Feeling courageous, I moved over to his left armpit, tentatively sticking my nose to take a whiff. Fuck, it smelled so... manly. I looked back at his face for approval. He smirked again. "What? Why are you so shy? Not that I don't find it cute. But remember you're on a time limit here. I know you like the smell, could tell when you first saw my workout. Can't help but sweat so much when you get this age." I commit to my action and stick my snout feel into his gray armpit fur. It smelled so good in a weird way. I could smell the deodorant that didn't seem to be doing a great job, and the musk that was overpowering it. Fuck, I just had to taste it! Sticking my tongue out, I started lapping the fur, tasting the sweaty and pungent odor. Suddenly, his arm closed and trapped my head in the smelly pit. "Get used to that smell, little fox. It's what you're gonna be smelling every night." Without resistance, I continued to inhale my musky prison and lick with passion. He let go after a minute and I took that as a cue to move on to the next armpit. I continued my worship, making sure to take note of every smell and taste I could find. "You're enjoying this, aren't you. Heh, can't say I'm against it. Maybe I should bring a rag for my workout sessions." Not letting you respond, he closes again in armpit prison. He grabs my tail, causing me to push further into the pit in reaction. He circles dangerously around my asshole with his clawed finger. "Fuck, if it wasn't for this damn calibration I would finger this hole to oblivion while keeping to locked under my pits." The wild suggestion can't help but make your boner throb harder.

With another part worshipped, Lance lets me go to pick another part. Immediately in my musk haze, I gravitate towards his fluffy and buff chest. I lick up from the treasure trail of gray hair across his black body. I don't know why the dad bod turns me on so much. That slightly chubby chest and amazing pecs beat any six-pack in my book. Lance presses my snout in the canyon between my pecs and presses them together, sort of in a weird hug way. I move on to his nipples and glisten them up, which he enjoys given the slight moans I hear from above.

"That's enough. 15 minutes have passed," he shoves me off his chest to look at him directly, then I remember why I was doing this. "I expected more. I've had better from more unwilling heroes. But I'll let this slide as it seems you are new to this. Regardless, punishment is in order. Don't fret, maybe you'll enjoy it." The menacing wolf reaches over for the remote on the bedside table and adjusts things while I wait there in fear of what he'll do. He sets down the remote, and I feel a tingling sensation in my chest, and I see both his hands reach for my nipples. From the touch of his paws, an explosion of sensitivity surges through my body and I gasp. My struggle and movement are useless as I feel so weak in his grasp. He twists my nipples which sends a mixture of pain and pleasure way above the regular levels I've experienced. He lets go so that he can turn me around and positions me so that my butt is against his hardening sheath and I'm laying against his belly. In any other scenario, this would be comfortable, but his tweaking of my nipples makes it incredibly difficult. He moves away from my nipples and begins to start groping my ass and helping my member out of its previously cold sheath. That's when I realized that not only did he modify my nipples, but the other places the BCMs were placed too. I let out an involuntary moan, to which he responded with a growl of approval. Even though he placed the dot inside my asshole, it somehow spread far enough on my cheeks to make them feel way more sensitive than normal. Not to mention I can feel his penis starting to grow as his tip starts to prod against my ass. His right hand completely covers my crotch, and in no time at all my dick is fully hardened, and he peels back the sheath trapping my knot inside, forcing me to scream in response. Lance proceeds with squeezing and slapping my asscheeks with his left hand while his right hand masturbates my penis, which lasts for what seems like forever. Eventually, I feel as though I'm stuck on the brink of orgasm, despite his hands not showing any sign of stopping.

"I-I think something's wrong. I can't cum, I think," I manage to blurt out.

The old wolf laughs maniacally, and nibbles on my neck, which doesn't need any nanomachines to cause me to moan. "Silly Wes, you didn't honestly think that I would let you blow your load when you're supposed to be punished? I'm afraid you'll have to endure it while I have my fun, maybe you'll learn from your mistakes next time, hmm?" He tugs on my balls, eliciting more squirms from me in need of release. He chuckles evilly again, clearly enjoying teasing me to such a degree. "You know, most of the time I place the BCMs all over my playthings' bodies. That way there's no place on the body they don't feel sensitive enough. I decided to play it safe today, but now I can't help but think of so many other places for you. Your neck, mouth, ears, abdomen, and maybe your thighs. This is much more enjoyable with a willing specimen."

With his dirty speech over, he flips me again, but this time he rotates my body so that my snout is right against his purple spire, and I can feel him panting right against my asshole. His maroon dick is jaw-dropping, 8 inches of pure meat and thicker than a soda can. Is it even completely hard? "In case you're wondering, I'm not fully hard yet," the wolf answers my internal question. "I've been trained to resist lustful feelings by my people, as a precaution for anyone who might use it against my will. Usually, I have to take medications to become erect, but even that's not enough sometimes. Of course, I'm not so shameless as to use my device, that's for my prey. But you, all of the people caused this without any help." His dick throbs, spewing out... blue precum???

"Um, sorry to interrupt your fantastic monologue, but why is dick purple, and this is your cum blue?" I ask, hoping for no repercussions.

"Grr, I will let this outburst slide with a simple punishment." He slaps my over-sensitive ass. "To answer your question, you see, I'm no ordinary wolf. I come from a powerful bloodline of wolves, known as the Plaha. However, we were hunted due to a false prophecy demonizing us. As such, our kind has posed as normal wolves to preserve our species. That being said, we don't have many advantages over normal wolves other than a longer lifespan and higher capacity of strength. And somewhere along the line, I guess maroon-colored cocks and blue ejaculate came into our genetics. Your interruption has one more useful purpose, I should mention that my semen has highly fertile properties, powerful like dragon semen to impregnate even male organisms. That is why the BCMs are necessary, as they work as a contraceptive also." He didn't think that was worth mentioning?!? He jerks his dick to slap my mouth. "Taste it." Curiosity killed the cat, but I never heard it killed the fox. I lick the bead of precum on his tapered tip, and it tastes sweet, yet salty. I barely contemplate this as my erection grows even harder I feel a rush in my bloodstream. "As you can see my semen works as a strong aphrodisiac, and some say more of a pleasing taste than normal canine semen."

He coughs and regains his evil tone. "But as I was saying, you're the only one who's broken through my defenses. The day I saw your small yet firm body I knew you were my type. Who would've known that you would also be so loyal as to choose me over-simplistic heroics? I should've just dragged you back here on that day and fucked the ever-living shit out of you. You're lucky my people taught me restraint. I bet you guessed by now that Plahan teachings make it so that intercourse is a long and arduous process. Without these enhancements I've placed on you to help with my pleasure, I'm not sure you would last. Maybe one day we should try and see if you can keep up." What the hell is he talking about? So he's saying that all this overstimulation and punishment on me is meant to help HIM get off? What kind of... oh right, he's a supervillain.

"Enough delay Wes, I don't think I need to explain what will happen next after this. If you want things to go smoothly, I suggest you properly lubricate me. We won't stop until I'm rock hard. Now get to work." He certainly gets to work fast, as he sticks his tongue right into my unsuspecting hole, causing me to cringe. The feeling is doubled now that I tasted his damn cum and he's going right inside my hole now. Knowing that if I want to get out here in one piece, I'm gonna have to keep up and give head like a pro. I dive right down on his dick, opening my mouth to its limit to accommodate for the size. The tip goes in fairly well, but once I reach the 6-inch mark, I realize that there's no way I'm deepthroating this dick unless my body can stretch like Rubber-Man. I try to do the best I can and stick my tongue out to lick his shaft up, but I end up using my hands to cover the rest of my shaft. "Stop being a baby and go deeper, you'll be fine," Lance says, pushing my head further down, and closing up my airway. He keeps down there a while and sighs in approval before letting me go back up as he returns to exploring my asshole with his tongue. I learn to deal with the pain and go deep as possible, my nose touching the gray musky ball tuft. That encourages me to keep going up and down, and I can hear him growl in pleasure from my ass, making it hard to concentrate due to the sensation.

I do this for a while until I realize that I've managed to get most of his cock out, but I've seen no knot. He has a knot, right? "Massage my balls dammit, you think deepthroating my cock is enough bitch?" He growls out super seriously which makes me immediately reach both my hands out to start fondling his massive orbs. From his tone and the way his tongue is relentlessly cleaning out my hole, I can tell I'm reaching the end of patience. Pushing through the pain of orgasm denial, my anus being tongue-fucked, and his horny juice getting pumping through my system, I grasp his giant black balls and rub them lightly to ensure I'm not causing pain. Later I'm seeing that this is helping too much, and by his tongue's fury, I'm going to have to come up with something. I come up with a new strategy and release my mouth from his cock with a pop, which I can tell surprised Lance. Taking a quick breath of definitely not fresh but sex-filled air, and try to move my head around his lengthy purple spire to give his left ball a big lick. I continue licking his balls like candy, the pungent taste of sweat bigger than ever here. My tongue bath is a success, his hips thrust in need and his tongue has relaxed a bit to a more comfortable level. I barely start the right one before I feel a big hard lump press against my neck. "Enough," he commands, licking his chomps in satisfaction.

With only a second to breathe, he lifts me off his body and puts me to the side. Lance reaches back for the remote adjusting settings while he mounts over me. "There, that'll make this easier. I hope you're ready little fox, this won't be easy." I feel a tingling sensation again and I feel my asshole open wide involuntarily. I barely get to register then change in position and how he did that before he grabs my hips and slid in his tip with ease. Once entered, I can feel my hole clench up again. What the hell is this?!? Does this shit have an auto-mode to close once anal starts!?! The wolf enjoys it, as he let on an "Ahhh" as I tightened up. However, I can tell that's not the only setting he changed, as I feel my nerves have changed too. Not only does the pleasure feel WAY bigger, but I feel zero pain. Although he reduced the pain, he still is taking it easy, guess he doesn't want to cause actual damage. But I can't help but feel way too horny and pent up right now, whatever he changed is making my cock desperate for release.

"Jesus Lance, moan, did you, moan, max out my pleasure in my ass, moan, or something?" I gasp out.

The wolf thrusts in sharply, eliciting another moan, and grunts. "No, did you think I would max it out on our first run? Heh, you wound me, Wes. Thrust, Grr, this only x2. You were on x1.5 earlier. These things can go up to x5, albeit on a logarithmic scale." Fuck! Logarithmic my ass I can think math right now.

This slow process continues until his knot presses right against my hole, and he rumbles seductively. "Finally, to the good part." Revving up, he starts pistoning in and out of my ass, making it extremely difficult to hold myself still. His complete control over my body forces my balls and shaft to swing up and down, and I can tell he didn't change the settings on those. My mind is clouded in a lustful haze as I submit to his carnal needs. I feel like a toy, his dick utterly ravaging my insides as he jackhammers in and out.

For what feels like seconds turns to minutes, and minutes turn to hours as he slides in and out of my ass, and my tongue falls out like a feral dog. I can tell he's doing the same as his chest is pressed directly against my back, and I can feel his drool over my head. I also get to hear a vast assortment of grunts and growls as he thoroughly bred my asshole, making sure that I wasn't going to walk straight tomorrow. Through the cacophony of growling and moans, my eyes saw stars and my cock felt like it was going to fall off. "Lance, I-I, uh, don't think I can take anymore, I need to cum. P-please, let me cum!"

"No, you're going to sit there and take until I release too. You better not pass out on me if you don't want further punishment," he grunted back with an even harder thrust. I struggled to gain my bearings again and decided that I needed to play along if I wanted this done now. I clench my hole, making it tighter than before, which he reciprocated with a growl and reinvigorated his efforts. I also started to press back into his thrust, which made me feel his dick inside spurt hot pre in reaction. Not wanting me to gain the upper hand, the old wolf used one of his now free hands to jack off my denied member, rubbing up and down my shaft and pressing behind my knot. Despite my efforts, I was playing into his hands, and this new position gave him more control and pleasure than before. Accepting my fate as a desperate, moaning fox, he continued his pummeling until I could feel something bigger trying to enter my butt's gates. Denying me the chance to even voice my opinion that it won't get through, he bit my neck and doubled his speed. Each smack breached my hole ever so slightly, and his heavy balls slapped against my own, reminding me that the blue load stored inside them was going in. Inevitably, I felt the thick knot slip inside, my body encompassing his whole length. Growling through his grip on my neck, he made short thrusts for a bit before letting go of my neck and grabbing tightly around my knot. "Cum for me little fox!" With that one command, I felt the walls preventing my orgasm open, and a rope of cum burst right across the sheets beneath me. I scream in response, and my hole tightens harder than before, causing him to howl as he releases his load into me. Even with his orgasm reached, he continued humping against me until his balls were emptied. With his knot sealing my hole effectively, the cum has nowhere else to go but stay in my bowels, my belly slightly expanded to accommodate for the blue load.

His release lasts for what feels like a whole minute, and we stay still for a while regaining our breaths before he reaches for the remote again. I feel my senses return to normal, and he throws the remote without care. He turns us over so that I'm laying on his belly again with his left paw holding my distended belly, and his right paw lovingly strokes my head fur. I can't help but melt like butter in his paws, and I find the romantic gestures a welcome return.

"Are you okay?" He coos in my ears.

"Y-yeah, that was a lot to take in."

Lance chuckles and thrusts playfully causing me to squirm yet again. "Trust my little fox, you have much more to learn about me. I assure you though that it will be beneficial to both of us. But for now, I want to enjoy feeling my conquest." We stay knotted together for a while, with his dick spurting occasionally making me groan in discomfort. Eventually, he pats my filled abdomen and lifts us off the bed. "As much as I enjoy our tie, I'm afraid I don't want my load to be spilled over the sheets. Believe it or not, Plahan cum stains very easily." He takes us to his huge shower and starts the warm water as he pulls me off his knot. My hole puckers in need as his cock exits, my body slowly feeling more empty by the second. I look down to see blue cum trickle down like I'm some lotion bottle. "Interesting, even though I ravaged your anus, your hole doesn't gap as much as others. You're not a virgin are you?"

"N-not anymore from the back..." I mutter bashfully.

"Heh, very interesting." He slaps my butt yet again. "Then this ass is mine alone. I like that."

Dirty remarks aside, I finish emptying his load out of my ass and we rinse off our bodies. I limp out of the bathroom and towards the door, and turn around to see his ears fall back with a somewhat sad look. "I was hoping you'd stay the night."

"Oh, of course, I just thought that, now, you just wanted, not saying I don't want to, I mean I'd love to, I just didn't get the vibe and I thought-"

He silences me with a kiss on the lips, and I stand there in embarrassment. I limp back towards the bed but he helps by carrying me in his arms bridal style and laying me down on one end as he turns off the lights and lays on the other side. We stay there for a while as I turn around to see his amber eyes looking at me, but this time I'm not afraid to look away. I can see he wants to say something but is nervous. I guess he's new to this.

"Did you... want to come closer?" I ask.

"Oh, I would love to." He grins happily and scoots quickly to my side, still hesitant to come too close. I decide to take matters into my own hands and snuggle right into his fluffy chest, and I wrap my arms around him. "Do you... enjoy being there? I mean do you like my pectorals?"

I giggle. He might know how to fuck, but I guess romance is a new subject for him. "Yes, I love it. Now shut up and go to bed." I close my eyes as he finally holds me close with his arms around me. Sleep doesn't take long to come in the comfort of a bad guy's strong chest.