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The sound of keystrokes, the whirr of the tiny fan and the soft ticking of a clock were the only sounds in the bull's dark office, his ruggedly handsome features illumined by his computer screen. One might expect the bull to be on some illicit website that he could only wander to in the dead of night, even in the privacy of his own home, but that was hardly the case.

He was on his local news paper's website, typing up a classified ad for his next project. The bull was an author and a very stressed one at that. His publisher was pushing him for a new book in the next month and all he had managed to do was make a rough draft and type up a few pages of the final. With social obligations and his personal life getting in the way, it was clear to the bull that he was going to need some help.

The ad read 'Seeking a ghost writer. Willing to pay very well." Simple, to the point and hopefully effective at garnering him a few bites. The bovine read the words in the little white box over and over before groaning in frustration. Like his novel, it was missing something, but he was at a loss for what. His eyes wandered to the second tab open on the page, the title reading 'Leather collars and harnesses.' The bull turned his attention back to the classified and added 'Males preferred.'

The bovine let out an appreciative snort then submitted his little add with a lazy grin, closing the tab and mulling over the other website's selection of leather gear.

~

Days later the ad was answered, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded young but masculine, enough for the bull's mind to wander while their meeting was being arranged, noon the following day at the bull's residence. His doorbell rang at exactly 11:58am. Prompt.

"Hi, are you Kenneth McWillow?" The bright and smiling face of a kangaroo greeted the bull when he opened the door. Good looking.

"That I am, you must me Chris Duvalier then." The bull answer with a slight nod of his head, the marsupial's grin was infectious. Energetic.

"Nice to meet you then, Mister McWillow." Chris extended his paw to the taller bull, which the bovine took and shook firmly. Polite too, Kenneth had to admit he liked the kangaroo already.

"Likewise, please come in." Kenneth stepped aside, moving his muscular frame out of the doorway to allow the kangaroo into his home. "Make yourself at home, would you like anything to drink?"

"Some water would be great." Chris said as he took a seat on the bull's oversized sofa, sinking into the comfortable cushions as he clutched a folder over his lap. His dark brown eyes took in the bovine's living room, the furniture was fairly modern and neutral colored will small splashes of warm reds and oranges for contrast. "So, you needed a ghost writer?"

"That's right." Started Kenneth, handing a glass of fresh water to the kangaroo before sitting down in a black leather arm chair close to the couch. "Do you have any experience?"

Chris downed nearly half the glass before speaking. "Well, not exactly." His eyes fell to the floor before quickly darting up to the bull's again. "But I do want to be a published author some day and I thought this would be great learning experience!" The roo smiled hopefully. Kenneth narrowed his eyes, studying the kangaroo expression carefully, watching the smile waver slightly. It was barely enough for anyone to notice but, it spoke volumes to the bull.

Kenneth laughed heartily before pulling a flash drive from his pocket and offering it to the kangaroo. "I hope it is a fantastic learning experience for you." The bull grinned darkly but Chris was too busy with the memory stick pushed into his paw. "That's the outline and first draft, study them tonight and come back the same time tomorrow."

"Wait, you mean you're giving me the job?" Chris lifted a brow then the folder in his other paw. "You don't want to see my resume or anything?"

"No need to, I can already tell you won't let me down." The bull said as he stood up and thrust his hoofed hand toward the roo. "I'll see you noon tomorrow."

Chris rose to his feet and shook Kenneth's hand, still a little staggered but he was still smiling. "Of course! Should I bring anything?"

"Just yourself and that attitude, I'll provide everything else." The bull said, walking Chris to the door.

"Alright! Thank you Mister McWillow, you won't regret this!"

"Oh, I know I won't." Kenneth smiled as he watched the kangaroo nearly skip to his car and drive away. Eager to please, perfect.

~

"Here is where you will be working for the time being." Said the bull as he opened the door to his office. The space was a careful balance between roomy and cozy with a wide, wooden desk sitting in the middle of the room and a sleek, black laptop resting on the surface.

"I think this will work out great." Chris said as he made his way behind the desk and stood behind the office chair, a friendly smile on his face the whole time. "Oh, I studied your draft last night and I think I have a little more to add, if that's alright with you?"

"Well that is what I hired you for; just make sure you write like you were me." Kenneth said with a good natured chuckle before turning the exit. "If you need anything don't hesitate to ask, I'll just be downstairs."

Chris nodded as he pulled out the chair. As soon as his paw grasped the back of the seat he knew it had to be terribly old, the padding felt crushed flat as a pancake. The kangaroo could only shrug as he sat down, trying his best to make himself comfortable. He wanted to ask if the bull had a better chair however, he didn't want to start complaining so early into the job. Forcing himself to grin and bear it, Chris opened the bull's laptop, plugged in the flash drive he was given and set to work.

Words began to spill forth from his fingers, flowing as naturally as water down mountainside. Chris studied to bull's words well that night before, it was the story for a gay soldier and his issues with coming to terms with his sexuality while in the midst of combat. The bull had left him at the scene were the soldier has to respectfully deny the advances of his female commanding officer all while not trying to alert her to his sexual confusion.

Chris shifted in the seat as grunted at he typed, he had lost track of time however, the numbness in his rump made it clear to him that he had been in the awful seat for too long. The river of works must have reached a dam. He kept writing though the discomfort, determined to finish a few more pages before taking a break. The scene was starting to reach its apex, the commanding officer was massaging the soldier's neck and shoulders, whispering things in his ear that made the hardened warrior blush.

The pain under his tail started to creep up his spine and though the marsupial's own neck, forcing him to submit and push away the chair with a quiet grunt. Chris padded to the office window as he worked the numbness from his body, noticing that the summer sun was beginning to dip behind the homes on the horizon and toss bands of colors against the underside of the clouds. He went back to the laptop and looked at the clock then the amount he had written, falling back into the seat with a groan. In six hours he had only managed to get five pages done.

"How is it going?" Kenneth's deep voice made the roo's stomach drop, he was sure to get dismissed for this lack of progress.

"Oh uh, well I didn't finish as much as I would have liked to today." Chris admitted as his tall ears dropped. "But, I'll be sure to compensate for it tomorrow." He managed to add hastily.

"Well, let's see." Kenneth came behind the kangaroo's chair and placed his thick hands over the smaller male's shoulder, effectively keeping him in place. Chris's stomach began to do somersaults, glancing between the screen and the bull's chin looming over his head.

"This is very well done." Mused Kenneth aloud, his thick fingers starting to kneed into the roo's shoulders as he read on. "I can see you studied my style closely, good."

The bull's words raised Chris' spirits slightly, dragging him from his pit of shame while the bovine fingers worked away the creeping ache of the chair. "You really think so?"

"Yes, I'll have to do a little editing here and there but, it looks good. What you lacked in quantity you more than made up for in quality." Kenneth's tone was light and kind, clearly proud of Chris' first day of work. "See? I knew you wouldn't let me down."

The kangaroo was left beaming, forgetting completely about the soreness and taking the praise as well as the shoulder rub. "I'm glad you like it, Mister McWillow."

"I do but, can you keep your word to give me a bit more tomorrow?" The bull asked, looking down at the younger male with a raised brow.

"Yeah!" Chris answered enthusiastically. "Oh uh, but do you think I could maybe get another chair? This one makes my back hurt."

"Well sure, I had no idea." Kenneth lied, his thumbs starting to work into the strained muscle between the roo's shoulders blades. "You should have said something sooner.

"I didn't want to be a bother." Mumbled Chris, his dark eyes lidded as the stress melted away under the firm touch of the bovine.

"It's no bother." The bull grinned darkly as he watched the marsupial unwind and sink down in his seat. "But it is getting late."

Chris' eyes flicked open as he looked at the time again, his stomach finally starting to growl at him. "Oh jeez, yeah. I should head off shouldn't I?"

"You could stay for dinner." Offered Kenneth, slowly taking his hands off Chris and earning a subtle whine as he ended the massage..

"I couldn't impose like that. I'll be here same time tomorrow." The roo said quickly as his face grew hot from hearing himself whimper like that. He saved his work and made his way for the exit. "Have a good night, Mister McWillow!"

"You too, Chris." The bull called after him, rolling the old and broken down chair out of the room and replacing it with his actual office chair which he has hidden in the closest, the seat had a high back and was cushioned just right for maximum comfort. Kenneth chuckled lowly as he sat as he sat down, opening the Chris' work again. He knew he was going to thoroughly enjoy himself.

~

Chris had made good on his word yesterday, his swift fingers flying over the keyboard, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched in deep concentration. It had been two hours and he was already a chapter down. The soldier had clumsily wormed his way out of the situation with his commanding officer with a series of flimsy lies and was now confiding in his best friend, a best friend who made his sexual confusion even worse. They sat together on the soldier's cot, the barracks totally empty save for themselves. His best friend teased and poked fun at his shyness, and the soldier was forced to take it all in stride, he couldn't risk telling his friend about his curiosities and uncertainties.

The kangaroo was on a roll, his fingers typing as fast as he could think. He was determined to impresses the bull with both quality and quantity this time. Among his steam of words and ideas was an idle thought, one that made his tall ears splay back when he first found Kennenth's classified. Why was he seeking a male ghost writer?

His typing came to a screeching halt, so much so that Chris's fingers froze over the keyboard. He let his paws rest on the desk before bringing one to his chin, stroking his short goatee thoughtfully. What difference did it make what gender a ghost writer was, they were just suppose to be able to write quickly and in the style of the author they are working under. His interest was piqued over the bull.

He saved the document and opened up the ever trusty Google, typing Kenneth McWillow into the search bar. The first result was a Wikipedia page with a picture of the bull smiling and signing books. All he needed to do it read the first line to figure out why the bull preferred a male.

"Kenneth McWillow (Born December 8, 1969) is an gay American author, specializing in LGBT literature." Chris raised a brow as he skimmed the article, learning that he was working for an internationally known author. No wonder the story was about a gay soldier and maybe that's why he needed a male. His heart sank for a moment before fluttering in his chest. He was working for an international author and he said his work was excellent; he shouldn't be discouraged, he should be ecstatic!

Chris set back to work with a renewed vigor, opening the document again and writing a few more lines before another idea interrupted the current. The roo glanced down at the still open internet browser, innocent inquisitiveness turning into prying. He tabbed over and opened the page back up, opening the bull's internet history. A tiny peek wouldn't hurt. The Wikipedia article was at the top of the list although under it was a few dozen links for a site named 'The Stable.' He clicked the first title and his eyes widened. The Stable was an online store that just happened to specialize in bondage accessories and equipment for larger species. The kangaroo scrolled down the page until a picture of something short and bell shaped appeared, the title over it reading 'Training plug.'

Chris' cheeks went hot under his fur, ears tucking back against his skull as he read the item's lurid description. The blood that didn't rush to his face, hurried south, making the roo's pants slightly tighter before he closed the page with a low shudder. He felt ill, but something else was there, something that made his heart race and put butterflies in his stomach. A heavy knock on the closed office door made him jump and shiver violently.

"All done for the day?" The bull said softly as he poked his muzzle though the door.

"Uh, yeah. I think I am. I was actually about head down stairs after I saved." Chris spat out clumsily, pulling himself up from the new seat and gathering his few effects for the day.

"I'll take care of that." Kenneth watched as the kangaroo stood up on shaky legs before walking past the bull, the bigger male inhaling an unfamiliar scent emanating from the marsupial. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure thing. Good night, Mister McWillow." Chris muttered before leaving the bovine's house, sucking in a lung full of fresh air before heading to his car. Back inside, Kenneth went to the laptop, breathing in the warm scent of kangaroo as he saved the story. The old bull grunted as he tried to decode the new smell. It wasn't fear or stress, but it was Chris'

Kenneth opened up the web browser before bursting into a fit of bellowing laughter, falling back in his chair as he looked at the last opened page with tear in his eyes.

"Damnit, he ruined his surprise." Chuckled the bull as he shook his head softly, finally realizing the scent he had caught. "Guess he liked it."

~

When Chris woke up that morning he knew it was going to be miserably hot from the sweat that was already trickling down his back and after a cold shower he was still only marginally cooler. Once the kangaroo has reached the bull's home he had already sweat though his shirt, the inside of his ears stained red as he rang the doorbell. Kenneth answered the door like the last few days however, this time the bull was shirtless, his russet chest fur glistening with thin layer of bovine sweat.

"The air conditioning picked today to break." The bull grumbled lowly, moping the sweat from his brow with cloth clutched in his hand. "I don't blame you if you don't get much done in this heat."

"I'll do as much as I can." Chris said blankly, staring that the bull's broad, powerful chest.

Kenneth smirked, content to let the kangaroo gawk. "Well you've been here enough times to know where everything is at, just try not to faint up there."

The bull's words snapped Chris from his idle trance, flattening his ears against his skull as he climbed the stairs to his workspace. The office was twice as hot as the downstairs, but the roo was determined to not something like ninety degree heat stops him.

As soon as he opened the laptop, thoughts of the other day stopped him instead, his heart just beginning to pound in his chest. The marsupial shook his head violently before tightening his focus on the novel; he had work to be done.

The soldier had gotten though his best friend's ribbing and now they were discussing home. The soldier had a large family waiting for him but, his friend wouldn't have much of a welcome party. This made the soldier's heart sink but, he saw a brilliant opportunity to become even closer to his friend. He extended an offer to the other soldier to stay with him for a while. His friend was taken aback by the offer, flattered but respectfully declined, instead claiming that he would look up an ex-girlfriend.

The large, half naked bull walking though the doorway with a glass of ice water jarred Chris from his trance. "I didn't want you getting a heat stroke." Kenneth said kindly, handing the glass to the roo who brought it too his lips and drained most of the icy drink.

"Thank you, I guess I got a little into it." Panted Chris as he tugged his clinging shirt from his fur. "Sorry If I get your new chair all sweaty too."

The bull waved his hand dismissively and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, but I am a bit worried about you up here, your shirt is pretty soaked."

Chris looked down at himself; the entire front of his button up shirt was dark with his sweat. The kangaroo was embarrassed but he felt more uncomfortable then anything. "Sorry." The younger male sighed to which to bull laughed again.

"Alright, you get a break today, its way to hot to be working anyway." Said Kenneth sternly but with a warm smile on his face. "You should go take shower; I'll wash your sweaty clothes."

The offer was strange to the marsupial although, another cool shower would make him feel worlds better. "You know, I think I might take you up on that offer. Mister McWillow." Chris relented, pushing himself from the desk and letting the bull lead him to the bathroom.

"Just use the first towel you see." Said Kenneth as he opened the door to the pristine, tiled room. "I'll be back in a second to get your clothes."

"Um, alright then, sure." Chris felt strange knowing that he was going to be in same room naked as the bull but, they were both males, they looked roughly the same nude.

"Don't worry, I won't peek." The bulled lied, leaving the roo to strip down in peace.

Chris sighed in relief as he peeled the damp shirt away from his torso, the ruddy brown fur underneath was matted down to his chest and back. The kangaroo caught sight of himself in the mirror, he was toned and lean and looked good in his own right but, after seeing the bull shirtless his felt weak next to the much more powerful man. He shrugged, passively deciding he would add another day to his gym regiment before loosening his fly and letting his pants and briefs slip away from him. His equipment was right-side-up for mammals, his testicles hanging below his sheath instead of the other way around, something that earned him harmless teasing from the other kangaroos in the high school locker room.

After cleaning out his pockets, he neatly folded his clothes and set them on the sink close to the door, making sure to fold his underwear into his pants for Kenneth to hopefully miss. Chris opened the shower door and was impressed with the size of the bathtub but, what would he expect a bull so large to have. He turned the water on and adjusted the knobs until a cool rain washed over him, drawing a stiff shiver from the roo before he quickly adjusted.

Kenneth was on the other side of the door the whole time, a smile on his face while he waited for the water to start running before opening the door quietly. He gathered up Chris' sweat soaked clothes but, loitered near the doorway, watching the kangaroo's silhouette from behind the frosted glass of the shower door. The bovine's pants started to tent, sheath hardening as he observed the roo pick up a bottle of his body wash and pour it into his paws. Kenneth smirked and leaned against the door frame while his manhood traveled down his pant leg, content to enjoy the show for a little longer.

On the other side of the glass, Chris worked the liquid soap into a rich lather, starting behind his tall ears and slowly working his way down to his large feet, paying special attention to his more intimate parts. The bull finally had his fill of the marsupial's show, feeling something slick trickle from his hardness and down his thigh. He exited just as quietly as he entered, closing the door behind him before making his way stairs and into his garage and his washing machine. He tossed Chris' clothes but an inch something bright caught his eye from inside the machine. He reached in and tugged out the roo's briefs, red with grey stitching and heavy with kangaroo scent. Kenneth laughed softly before tossing them back with some detergent, quietly completing the roo's taste. He set the machine on a quick wash before walking back to his kitchen, collecting two frosty bottles of beer from the fridge, opening one and flicking on his television as he waited and relaxed.

Back in the bathroom, Chris indeed felt much better, shutting off the water and taking a thick towel off the rack as he exited. He quickly noticed that his clothes were gone and a wave of shame washed over him, the bull had come in without him noticing, he hoped he hadn't been caught cleaning his sheath at least. While Chris dried himself he become aware of something else, a lack of clothes, He didn't imagine the bull had any clothes in his size but he hoped he wouldn't have to wear a towel while he waited for his own.

"Mister McWillow!" He called down the stairs, holding the large towel around his waist. "Do you have any spare clothes?"

"I don't think so, but its fine! Come down stairs." The bovine called back, chuckling as he took a sip from his bottle.

Chris huffed and flatted his ears against his skull as he trudged down the steps, the bull's eyes on him instantly. "This is a little weird." The kangaroo admitted, holding a death grip the towel. "Are you sure you don't have shorts or anything?"

"Unless you want to wear my underwear, not really. Sorry." The bull lied again, motioning to the second bottle on the coffee table. "If it makes you more comfortable I could strip down too."

Chris took the beer and shook his head a little nervously. "Ah, no that's fine." He said quickly, taking the drink and sitting across from the bull with a sheepish chuckle. Kenneth watched the marsupial take a few swallows of his beer before settling back into his seat.

"So, Chris, tell me a little about yourself." The bull said, turning the TV down and regarding the roo with a kind smile.

"Well..." Chris started, and the two didn't stop until the sun went down and a few more bottles of beer where emptied.

~

The sun still broiled the earth but despite that, Chris was in an amazingly cheery mood as he knocked on the bull's door. Their talk yesterday had extended well into the night, laughing as they shared embarrassing stories or gossiped about previous relationships. He had also confided something to the bull under the haze of inebriation, that he had been marginally curious about males. Kenneth merely laughed warmly and joked that he wasn't missing much. The bull had called him a cab before offering the roo his clothes back, Chris becoming pretty comfortable in his towel with the aid of the imported beer.

Chris had fun but, after the bull answered the door he realized he still had a job to do. Kenneth once again was shirtless but, the straps of the suspenders he wore framed the bovine's powerful core perfectly.

"Hey, I was just doing some work in the basement." Said the bull as he let the kangaroo in.

"Well, I know where to find you if need anything and I'll try to make up for the last day, today." Chris still felt a slight pang of guilt for not getting much done yesterday.

"Don't worry about it; you're moving at an impressive pace." Kenneth laughed softly. "Just keep up with your current quality of work and I'll be happy."

"Yes sir!" The words stroked the kangaroo's ego in just the right way. "I'll get right to work then."

"That's a good lad." The bull said as he walked back to the basement, waving over his shoulder to Chris.

The roo felt the fur on the back of his neck bristle as he watched the bull leave, the phrase 'lad' felt good in his ears for some reason he couldn't discern. It stuck in his mind the as he climbed the stairs to the office, settling down in the plush chair as he opened the laptop and the necessary files. He set to work quickly, the bull's voice stilling taking up space in the back of his head.

The soldier grew jealous as he listened to his friend regal him of his very graphic and very straight bedroom affairs, feigning as much interest as he could. Thankfully he didn't have to listen long as the barrack started to fill with other soldiers for the night. With a heavy heart and a sick feeling in his gut the confused soldier took to his cot and passed out, his dreams filled with things that didn't help his uncertainty. The next morning his best friend came up to him with a guilty look in his eyes, admitting after sleeping on the matter, he would rather spend his time with the soldier's family when they got back home, rather than have a few flings. The soldier was ecstatic but played it off cooly, giving his friend and hard time about going soft.

Chris had already broken a sweat but, this time there was no bull with a convenient cup of ice water. The bull seemed comfortable with the roo in his home and trusted him enough to leave him alone, it wouldn't hurt to flex that trust and get himself a drink. Chris went downstairs into the kitchen, looking though the cabinets for a glass but, instead he found something that made his cheeks flash red; a pair of leather wrist cuffs were tucked away in a drawer next to the silverware. Chris's embarrassment turned to mischief as he took up the cuffs with a finger before walking down into the basement with a sly grin on his muzzle

"Mister McWillow, I foun-" The roo's voice caught in his throat, his eyes widening as he reached the landing of the basement stairs. The room was fairly small and well lit, which allowed Chris to see the entirety of the basement quickly. The darkly painted walls were lined with shelves and on those shelves were all manner of sex toy and device the kangaroo could imagine and some he couldn't. Lengths of rope and leather and chain all hung neatly from hooks next to a closed cabinet. The floor in the center of the room was covered in red gym padding and over it hung a leather swing suspended from the rafters. The bull has his hooves propped on the edge of an industrial sink while sitting in a sturdy chair and polishing a black leather harness.

"Oh, I was looking for those." Kenneth said casually, standing and taking the cuffs from the roo to replace them on a nearby rack. "Thanks"

"You're welcome." Was all Chris managed to say, his face and ears hot under his fur.

Kenneth looked down at the shocked marsupial with a dark grin. "See something you like?"

Chris nodded dumbly before shaking his head quickly. "Um. It's really...Nice." He spat out.

"Well thank you." The bull glanced down at the harness he was just polishing. "Say can you do me a favor? This one a bit too small for me but, would you mind trying it out and telling me how it feels?"

Chris hesitated but eventually nodded again. "Yeah."

"I'll need you to take your shirt off, lad." Said Kenneth lowly, holding up the harness as he waited. The kangaroo slips his top over his his head with a subtle whimper, resisting the need to cover himself with his arms as Kenneth took his shirt and tossed if over his broad shoulder. The bull brought down the harness on the smaller male and fastened the straps in place, making the leather snug against Chris' skin.

"Feel okay? Not too tight any place?" Kenneth asked, a slight smile on his muzzle.

"No, it feels alright." The kangaroo admitted with a soft sigh, shifting slightly to test the leather.

"Good." Said the bull before stroking his chin softly and walking to the rack were he had replaced the wrist cuffs, pulling off a leather collar with a steel plate on the band. "But it's missing something."

Chris felt a shock of worry and excitement run up his spine as the collar was fasten around his neck by the bovine's thick fingers, his mouth growing dry as he stood stiff as a board.

"There. You look pretty good like that you know, black works nicely with your fur." Kenneth mused, examining the roo for a moment before loosening and removing the harness once more. Chris couldn't find his words, only shuddering as the bull placed a thick hand between his tall ears.

"Come early tomorrow." Kenneth said sternly, before giving the marsupial's head an affectionate stroke. Chris nodded once more as the same hand that rubbed him offered him his shirt back. His slipped in on quietly before noticing that the collar hadn't been removed, reaching for it only to have his paw grasped in the bull's much larger one.

Chris looked up at Kenneth and the bull's eyes bore back into him, giving him a silent order.

"Yes, Mister McWillow." Was all the roo could croak, muzzle lowering again as a tiny smirk tugged at the edges of his mouth.

~

Chris adjusted the leather band around his neck as he waited for the bull to answer the door, early like he was ordered. The collar had taken a little getting used to but, after a few hours be barely felt it, like a ring around his finger. Kenneth answered the door with his usual smile and hearty greeting however, Chris had a bit of trouble meeting his eyes. That was until the bull took him by the shoulder and pulled him inside.

"Please don't get all timid on me, lad." Said the bull lowly, a soft smile on his face. "I don't plan on just using you as a warm hole."

Chris's ears burned as they sunk to the sides of his head, to which the bull only chuckled and motioned for the kangaroo to go upstairs. The roo sighed deeply the moment he was out of the bovine's earshot. He wandered behind his desk and sat down heavily, mulling the bull's words over in his head. He felt comfortable with the bull, but after discovering his basement he was instantly intimidated, forcing him to be instantly aware of Kenneth's size and strength.

"If he wanted to do something to me he would have already done it." Chris mumbled to himself, fingers rubbing his chin thoughtfully, convincing himself not to be fearful. "He's a pretty okay guy and I guess if he wants to fool around..." The roo trailed off as he heard the sound of heavy footsteps. Kenneth walked in to find the marsupial staring at him, the bovine raising a brow as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm not paying you to look handsome, Chris." He said, a warm grin on his muzzle. "Something on your mind?"

"Um, no, not really, just thinking about the story." Chris sat up a little straighter in his chair, reaching over to pull the laptop open.

"You know, when I have trouble thinking, I strip down." Kenneth said matter-of-factly.

"I, uh, don't think that will be necessa-"

"Clothes off, lad." The bull ordered, his kind baritone turning firm quickly.

Chris' jaw tightened and his ears pinned back but his fingers reached for the hem of his shirt without thinking, pulling it over his head swiftly before setting it aside.

"Pants and boxers too." Kenneth's took in the sight with a lopsided smile watching as the roo's the dull red fur came into view. Chris' fingers struggled and fought with his belt before he finally managed to work the buckle open with a shallow huff. He glanced up at the bull with an nervous smile and Kenneth just looked back at him with slight nod. The roo's jean's slid down his legs followed by the tight pair of boxer briefs, left in nothing but his fur and the leather collar.

Kenneth smiled wide as he gave his charge an appraising once over, his hungry eyes drinking on the full sight of the nude kangaroo without a screen of frosted glass in the way. With a snort, the bull pushed himself from the door frame and collected Chris' clothes before leaving the naked male without a word.

As the initial shock faded, Chris found himself oddly relaxed, the marsupial sitting back in his chair, the leather feeling pleasant against his fur despite the warm weather. He was sitting naked in another man's house; he should have been panicking, not tranquil. Well, he had been nude in the bull's home before, maybe it was just easier the second time. In order avoid giving himself a headache he pulled himself to the desk and set to work, ignoring the draft and over his sheath.

The soldier was walking on air, the plans he made with his friends had made brought him a new bit of swagger too and it didn't go unnoticed. The soldier's friend pointed out this new disposition with a little confusion, but the soldier just kept it to himself, smirking inwardly as he dodged the question's and cross examinations expertly. Like nearly everything in their harsh environment, his attitude was temporary, fading the moment they were given new orders.

The bull had been right, the words seem to come even easier to Chris, smiling as he worked and totally unaware of Kenneth reentering the room to see how he had been progressing and to offer him a drink. Chris' eyes stayed trained on the digital page, his fingers tapping the keys swiftly while Kenneth circled slowly around behind the roo's chair, grinning to himself and gently swirling the cup of water and ice in his hand. The bovine watched for a moment as the kangaroo filled the lines one by one, impressed by his improvement, so much so that he felt he should reward Chris' work.

The bull's thick digits fished an ice cube from the glass and delicately lowered it to the marsupial's nipple, pressing it softly into the exposed flesh. Chris yelped and nearly jumped to the other side of the desk, but the bull kept an amazing amount of control on the smaller male with only one hand. Kenneth grinned as he swirled the very edge of the ice cube around the Chris' nipple until it slowly melted into rounded tip, before pressing that tip to the peak of the roo's nipple softly.

Chris' ears flattered against his skull as the ice chilled the sensitive flesh, forcing a whimper out of him while his fingers pulled away from the keyboard and cling desperately to the arms of the chair. Kenneth dragged the ice away from one nipple and placed it delicately on the other, treating it to the same attention while the bull kneeled down and took the edge of one of the kangaroo's ears in his lips.

The poor marsupial would have melted in his seat if not for ice, his sheath hardening as his ear was indulged with tender nibbles and soft licks. The bigger man grinned around Chris' tall ear as he slowly dragged the melting ice cube down the center of the marsupial's chest and stomach, until he reached the flesh colored head emerging from Chris' sheath. Kenneth carefully balanced the remaining ice chip on the roo's swelling shaft, watching the younger male's face grimace in a blend of chilly discomfort and heated pleasure.

With that, Kenneth released the kangaroo's ear with a parting lick and low chuckle. "Very good job." The bull said casually as he strolled out of the room, leaving the panting kangaroo alone once more. Chris's fingers slowly uncurled from the arms of the chair, his face felt flush and he was painfully hard inside his sheath as the last bit of ice melted in a tiny steam which ran down the underside of this member.

Chris exhaled sharply as he sat back in his seat, doing his best to recover from whatever that was. The roo was deeply confused, part of him felt violated, but a much bigger part of him enjoyed every second of the bull's attention and the few beads of preseed that that leaked from him only solidified that his body agreed. He waited for his heartbeat to return to normal then looked at the document before him.

"Well...I still have work to do." Chris admitted, forcing himself to work though his arousal after taking a sip of the water the bull left for him.

~

The next day was once again blistering, the heat wave returning in force. It only took the short walk from Chris' car to the bull's door step for the roo's shirt to be drenched in sweat.

"Clothes off, lad. Too hot for them anyway." The bull said as he answered the door, clad in nothing but a pair of loose fitting shorts. Chris was more than happy to strip down to nothing but his collar once more, handing off his clothes to Kenneth who set them on the couch for later. "You don't seem as worried to get naked in front of me now. Got comfortable with it over night?"

Chris chuckled and shrugged, noticing himself how easy it was to take off his clothes. "Maybe so, but this heat is a pretty good motivator."

"Fair point, I might have to join you in your nudity." The bull's words made Chris' heart suddenly race in his chest, a needy feeling stirring in the back of his mind. He had only ever seen the brawny bovine shirtless and the mere idea of seeing Kenneth naked visibly excited him. The bull smirked warmly, reaching down to boldly run a thick finger along the underside of the roo's stiff sheath gently, watching Chris shudder and flatten his ears.

"I'll go get the laptop, it too hot to leave you upstairs alone." The bulls said softly, giving the marsupial's ear a soft nibble before trudging up the stairs, leaving the roo to calm his arousal in peace. Kenneth returned with the laptop under his arm but he merely motioned for the roo to follow him, taking Chris down to the basement once again.

"It's much more bearable down here." The bull said softly as he placed the computer down on the smooth, black table before turning to Chris. The younger Kangaroo looked terribly nervous being down in the room again, his dark eyes scanning the shelves and open cabinets warily. Kenneth just shook his head slowly and let out a deep sigh, before going over to the bundle of nerves and locking him in a tight bearhug. Chris jumped but didn't get very far with the bovine's thick arms curled around him.

"What did I tell you yesterday?" The bull asked, looking down at the roo pressed into his chest. Chris thought but shook his head after a short while, looking back up at the bull.

"I said I wasn't going to use you as a warm hole." Chuckled Kenneth as he slowly loosen the embrace. "Now didn't I?"

"Uh, yeah you did." Chris admitted, gradually bringing his own arms up to hug the bull's chest, his fingertips just barely touching around the larger male. He was admittedly calmed by the big bull's contact, his muzzle resting comfortably against Kenneth's pectorals, breathing in the smooth masculine scent.

"Think you're ready to work?" Asked the bovine softly. Chris only nodded a bit, reluctantly letting the other go with a bit of a sigh, receiving a tender pat on the back as he walked to the table and laptop. "That's a good lad. I hope you don't mind if I stay down here with you too."

"Not at all." Said the kangaroo softly as he opened the file and tried to keep his mind from wandering, which was easier said than done. His view from the table table allowed him to watch the bull assemble something made of wood and fastened together with thumb screws.

Chris's fingers weren't the flurry of motion they were in the days before, his thoughts were jumbled and his concentration was snapped whenever Kenneth made the slightest noise. The basement was indeed much cooler that the rest of the house, but the environment wreaked havoc on his work. The marsupial snorted and forced himself to look at the digital paper and not the powerful bull heft a piece of wood that was painted black and glossy onto the stand he was building. Kenneth set another piece in place, this time it had three circles cut into it, the one on the middle bigger than the other's. Chris' eyes narrowed a bit while the bovine screwed the last piece into place, surprised as he recognized the shape.

"Are you building stocks?" The younger man asked, his ears perked forward.

"Aren't you supposed to be writing?" Kenneth asked with a smile, turning to the roo with a raised brow. Chris looked down at the screen, finally noticing that after an half an hour he had only managed few paragraphs which were riddled with petty mistakes. Before he could even bring his fingers back to the keyboard, Kenneth opened the stock up and cleared his throat loudly.

"You get to be my test subject." The bull ordered firmly, motioning down to the wooden construct. "You know how this works, right?"

Chris could only manage as nod as he pushed himself up from the table and wrung his paws together nervously, the nervous feeling in his gut returning. He trudged to the stocks and lowed himself into it with a shuddering sigh, yelping softly as the bull closed it around his wrists and neck.

"Not so bad right?" Kenneth asked softly, bringing a thick paw down to caress over the naked roo's ears. Chris felt exposed, weak and helpless, and he couldn't stop his sheath from throbbing. Kenneth nonchalantly picked up the laptop and a thin bamboo rod, taking both over to the trapped marsupial.

"Every time I see a mistake, you get one tiny lash." Kenneth announced, resting the laptop on top of the stocks and raising the marsupial's thick tail up just enough to expose his rump.

"Wait I don'-"A sharp yelp of escaped the roo's muzzle as the thin stick was rapped against his ass, leaving a narrow welt under the fur.

"You didn't capitalize at the start of the sentence." The blow stung, leaving Chris at a loss as to why it burned so pleasantly afterward.

"Missed a semicolon." The bull struck again, the kangaroo whimpering this time at the heated line crossed over the first. His toes wiggles and his legs weaken, but never once did his tail try to pull away from his bovine's thick hand.

"Oh look, you put two periods at the end of a sentence." The stick came down on him twice in quick succession followed by a low groan, which could have been mistaken for one of pleasure.

"You misspelled the main character's name." Kenneth smiled as he read on, smacking the bamboo rod against Chris's muscles cheeks, watching a fifth red line appear under the roo's fur and delighting in the sounds his charge made. Chris was confused but, his mind was too addled with the pleasant pain to even figure out why. Again the stick came down in one final, hard blow, drawing a loud yelp followed by a shuddering moan from the marsupial.

The bull smiled wide as he watched Chris pant and whimper, writhing were he stood in the stocks. Kenneth saved novel, placed the laptop and stick aside and stood behind the roo's still lifted tail.

"You feel okay?" Kenneth asked softly, his thick hands reaching down to rub softly over Chris' chest and belly.

"Yeah." Chris rumbled, blinking away the few tears that formed in his eyes and adjusting himself as the bull's fingers kneaded tenderly into his front. The pain along his rear eventually dulled and faded, giving way to the caress of the older man. Chris let a low whine escape him as the hands wandered away from his stomach and traveled under his tail, gracing his most intimate parts with gentle gropes and soft strokes. The bull's digits rolled the roo's sac around in his large palm before letting a fingertip slide slowly between the two reddened cheeks, ending right at the hidden pucker.

Chris let fly a cacophony of barks and moans while the bull took more mental notes on the roo's sweet spots, making a road map for his fingers and hands to travel when they explored the marsupial's lithe body.

Slowly and with a loud groan and disapproval from Chris, Kenneth's hands fell away, leaving the panting male before him to collect his breath and himself. The bull opened the stock once more with one arm while the gathered the kangaroo against his chest with the other. Kenneth easily carried the Chris up the basement stairs and to the living room, tossing a warm smile down at the exhausted male who only blushed and grinned back. The pair spent the rest of the evening watching television on the couch in relative silence, the roo resting along the bull's lap while the larger man stroked over his tall ears leisurely.

~

Chris was already hard at work, naked and thankfully in the bull's office this time. He had gone back and fixed all his mistakes from the previous day, each one reminding him of the tenderness on his backside. Being back in a more comfortable environment allowed the roo to work at his normal pace, lines cascading down the page as his fingers glided over the keys. Yesterday had been learning experience for him, even though he was being punished and harmed Chris couldn't help but enjoy it. Through the discomfort he felt his sheath harden and when he had pried himself away from the bull for the night, he relished in the comfort of his own paw.

As the kangaroo's mind wandered his loins stirred, a hand falling away from the keyboard to caress the underbelly of his swelling shaft. As quickly as the distraction started, he stopped himself groaning softly as he let himself go to return to the keyboard. With a long sigh, he continued writing disregarding his arousal.

Worry had gripped the soldier and held tightly as his unit was forced to execute new orders; occupy an abandoned town that was known to house their enemies. The other soldiers were just as fearful as him but, it was their duty to fight for their country. The solider spend the rest of the day pacing and silently panicking, he had been in harm's way before although, this time felt different. His friend had stopped him from wearing a groove into the ground and took him aside, demanding to know what was wrong. Before any words could come out, the soldier pressed his lips to his friend's and was pleasantly surprised when he pushed back.

Chris huffed in frustration as his shaft vehemently refused to soften, the marsupial pushing away from the desk to glare at himself. It was clear that he needed a release before he could write disruption free. He could do it right in the bull's office but, that felt oddly wrong without telling Kenneth. He looked down at the laptop, then himself once more before standing up and going to find the bull.

The huge bovine was sitting at his kitchen table, shirtless and wearing his suspenders again with a small part of reading glassing perched on his snout. A few papers were spread out before him and with Kenneth reading a thick looking packet intently. Chris suddenly felt incredibly foolish as he approached; the bull was clearly working on something like he should have been. Before the kangaroo had the chance to escape without noticed, Kenneth looked up at him with a warm smile.

"Something on your..." The bull's gaze drifted down to the roo's groin, raising a brow before grinning." Mind, lad?"

"I uh...Well, Mister McWillow." Chris' words refused to come out but, thankfully Kenneth spoke for him.

"Having a hard time working, huh?" Said the bull, taking off his glasses and setting aside the packed it was reading.

Chris sighed in relief and nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah actually. I keep thinking about you." He admitted.

Kenneth's laughed before pushing himself out of his seat and walking over to the marsupial. "You know the way to an old bull's heart lad. Come on, basement." Said the bull as he led the way.

As Chris reached the bottom of the stairs, the sight of the basement no longer frightened or intimidated him, instead he found himself looking at the tools and toys with healthy curiosity. The stocks were still set up from yesterday and the bull walked over to them with a knowing smile.

"Would you like to try them again?" Kenneth rumbled, running his thumb over the glossy black wood before opening the device.

"Are you going to whip me with that stick again?" Asked Chris with a slight chuckle, pacing slowly to the stocks.

"Depends, have you done anything deserving of a whipping?" The bull countered quickly, a wide smirk on his face as he watched the marsupial place his neck and wrists in the proper slots. Kenneth closed and locked the stocks before ambling around the confined kangaroo, examining the younger male's body with a hungry stare.

"I see you've gotten comfortable in this room now, lad." Mused the bull aloud while he drug a fingertip from Chris' chest to his hip as he circled his prey. "Is it because you are in need?"

"Yeah." Moaned Chris as the fur on the back of his neck bristled from the bovine's teasing touch.

"Good. I want you in need, it makes you agreeable. Malleable." Kenneth chuckled as he stood before the vulnerable kangaroo, thick arms crossed over his broad chest with his covered crotch mere inches away from Chris' muzzle.

"I'm pretty needy." The roo groaned, his air being filled with the scent of masculine bovine. It was thick in his nostrils but, not over powering, like a warm, strong hand guiding him by the chin.

"Shhh, no need to talk. Just listen." Ordered Kenneth, his arms unfolding and hands sliding to the fly of his pants. Chris began to pant, his heart pounding his chest from sheer excitement as he witnessed the bull's fingers snap the button open and slowly drag the zipper down. The taste of adrenaline grew heavy on the marsupial's tongue while his toes curled into the padded floor.

Kenneth grinned as he opened his pants, and let his wide member out into the cool air with a shallow grunt. It was only partly hard but, it still stood at a glorious length with the thick head sagging under its own weight. The bull held himself at the root, letting the roo watch as the shaft pulsed slightly and stiffen with each beat of his heart. His other hand came down and brushed over the side of the aching flesh, letting out a smooth moan and huffing in delight.

Chris couldn't help himself, he grunted and whined as he was forced watch the bull handle himself. He writhed and quivered and finally became bold and tried to push his muzzle against the beastly rod, shoving himself hard enough into the stocks to make the solidly build structure rattle and tilt. Kenneth jumped and glanced down at Chris who looked just as surprised as he did.

"Sorry." Chris whispered, his ears flattening against his head in embarrassment.

"Don't be." Kenneth said softly, lifting the kangaroo chin just enough to press the very tip of his head against the smaller male's lips. "Just be a good lad and open wide."

Chris quivered with glee but obeyed, opening his muzzle as much as he could to allow the bull's cock to slip past his lips. The taste of sweat, arousal and pure masculinity flooded the kangaroo's maw as the blunt head nestled into his tongue. Kenneth pulled a hand off his member in order to brace himself against the stocks, bellowing out softly while Chris' lips struggled to make a tight seal around him. With narrowed eyes, Kenneth watched the roo's effort, what he lacked in skill, he made of for with sheer eagerness and zeal.

The marsupial was in his own world and the only things that filled it was the bull in his maw and himself, he even forgot that he didn't have the use of his hands. Chris found himself with moment clarity between the haze of lust, realizing that he had no idea what he was doing. Kenneth had been the first male he had ever done this with and he began to panic, worrying that his teeth were in the way or if he wasn't using his tongue enough.

"Easy, just relaxed you jaw and suckle softly." Said the bull calmly, easily picking up on the younger man's distress. "You're doing amazing."

As if on queue, Chris began to loosen up, pride swelling in his chest and cock which drooled clear strands of preseed underneath his prone form. He took a deep breath from his nose as followed the bull's instructions, finally managing to seal his lips around the first few inches of the thick shaft before sucking gently. The dark colored flesh jumped and twitched and flexed under then amateur attention, Kenneth watching the marsupial service a little less than half his shaft. A low bellow left the bovine as Chris' tongue wriggled against the underbelly of his cock, resisting to desire to plow himself deep into the roo's throat; that would come later when he prepared the smaller man more.

A light bulb flicked on in Kenneth's head and a dark grin spread over his muzzle. The bull slowly eased his shaft from the kangaroo's muzzle who only whined loudly and attempted to reach for it again but, was stopped by Kenneth's strong hand.

"Easy now, you'll get it back in a second." Said the bull with a deep chuckle, his cock swaying as he gathered a few things from his cabinet. Chris recognized the bottle of lube and much to his surprise, the small black plug Kenneth carried over to him, it was the same toy he seen in the bull search history.

"You know what this is for?" The bull asked, holding the shiny latex butt plug before Chris.

"It goes inside me, right?" Chris answered quickly while examining the plug. It was on the small side, with a rounded and tapered tip which gradually flared a five inches down.

"Very good, it will make things much easier on you later." Said Kenneth, setting the toy aside and taking the bottle of lubricant. Before Chris could ask what the bull meant, Kenneth's cock was at his lips again and he accepted the saliva slicked flesh back into his muzzle with little argument. A deep huff left Kenneth as he squeezed some of the clear, slick fluid onto his fingers, covering the thick digits before leaning over the kangaroo and the stocks.

"Lift your tail for me, lad." The bovine ordered and Chris complied, arching his thick tail along his back, exposing the tightly clenched hole underneath. Kenneth couldn't see much but, he didn't have to, the sight of the roo's back side was etched in his memory from the other day. It only took a few moments of gentle prodding to find the puckered ring, the bull's slicked fingers tracing around the spot slowly.

Chris' moans were muffled and weak as Kenneth's digits teased his hole, his once smooth suckling becoming ragged and sloppy. Gentle fingertips slowly circled around the rim of the hole before one ventured into the virgin ring. Chris snorted hotly and tired to push the delving finger out but, as he tried to force it he only received more.

"Too much?" The bull asked kindly, slowly working his cock free once more, letting it bob out of reach of the panting kangaroo. Chris couldn't answer right away, the breath pushed from his lungs by the single, exploring finger.

"Yes." The roo shuddered hard, his tunnel clenching tightly around Kenneth's finger. The bull only smiled and slipped another slick finger smoothly alongside the other, both curling gently to tease and fondle the kangaroo's prostate.

Chris whimpered and gasped as his tunnel was opened up wider that it had ever been, shaking in place as pain wrestled with unfamiliar joy. The bull cooed and shushed him and the roo found himself eventually settling down, pleasure winning out in his internal conflict. Kenneth waited a few minutes while his charge's breathing returned to normal, Chris' legs barely keeping him up.

"Ready for more?" Asked Kenneth but, before the marsupial could answer the two fingers he had just grown used to and was even starting to enjoy were yanked from him. Chris reeled as his ring was left woefully empty like his maw, looking up at the older male with an exhausted and pleading expression. The bull's muzzle broke into a warm grin as he took up the toy and spread lubricant over it.

"You're a good boy, Chris." Kenneth rumbled as he pressed the tip of the slickened plug against the kangaroo's slightly gapping pucker. The toy slid effortlessly into Chris' tunnel, drawing a deeply pleasured groan from him as it disappeared. The plug's flare slipped in behind the clenching, trapped firmly inside the roo with the base nestled between his too cheeks. The very tip of the toy was pushed firmly into his prostate, making the steady stream of clear precum that drooled from his cock turn cloudy as the kangaroo quietly and weakly orgasmed.

"How do you like your gift?" The bulls asked as he slowly lowered the kangaroo's muscular tail back down, watching the male quiver and bite back a moan.

"I like it." Chris admitted, blushing furiously and coming down of his feeble climax as he looked between the bull's face and cock.

Kenneth grinned as he unlocked the stocks and took up the roo in his strong arms, allowing the younger man to nuzzle safely into his chest, making no effort to tuck his still throbbing member away. Once again he carried the roo up stairs and back to his office, depositing Chris back in the plush leather seat.

"You got your release now back to work lad." The bull ordered as he carefully tucked his wilting member back into his pants.

"But what about you? Chris whined softly as he witnessed the beast be hidden from him again.

"That comes later; right now this novel needs to be done." Kenneth tone was stern and Chris knew better than to argue it, the kangaroo only nodded and placed his fingers back on the keyboard, doing his best to ignore the plug stuck firmly in his rear.

~

When Chris stood at the bull's doorstep, he hesitated before ringing the bell. His pulse began to race as he heard Kenneth's footsteps draw close and his mouth fell dry when the lock clicked and the door swung open. The sight of the bovine made him smile wide, which made Kenneth chuckle.

"Someone is in a good mood, sleep well?" Kenneth said, taking the kangaroo's shoulder and pulling him inside gently.

"I did." Chris said with a deep sigh, his dreams had been filled with the bull. The bull's effect on his five senses were etched into his personality and it made him writhe in his sleep. When he woke up, his sheets were a mess, wet with sweat and was he suspected to be pre seed.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you did." Kenneth teased, before leading the way up to his office. "I want to check you progress today, read over what you have a made a few notes."

"Oh? Should I give you the files?" Asked the roo as he followed the larger man.

"That won't be needed, I'll just read with you here." Said Kenneth as he opened the office door.

"What will I do then?" Chris lifts a brow curiously as he entered behind the bull, being greeted by the sight of a leather harness and leather bands on the wide desk next to his laptop. The kangaroo grew hot right away, tall ears perking as the bull fell into his chair with a shallow grunt.

"You know the drill, clothes off." Kenneth ordered firmly, stroking his short beard idly. Chris only nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his pants and placing them on a neatly folded pile on the bull's desk, his boxers making a fine bow for the little bundle. Kenneth took the harness and motioned for the kangaroo to come to his side, which the smaller male did quickly, standing still as the bovine's fingers gingerly secured the familiar harness around his chest.

"You make that look very good." Whispered Kenneth, grinning kindly while he brushed his hand down Chris' chest, causing the roo shudder weakly at his touch. "Turn around."

The bull tender words made the kangaroo's heart leap in his chest, smiling inwardly as he turned his back to the bovine, however the good feeling quickly faded as the click of leather cuffs snapping around his arms and wrists made his ear flick backward. Chris idly noticed that they made him look pretty masculine, before looking back down at his employer.

"Uh, Mister McWillow?" Chris started, but the bull shushed him softly, standing up behind the smaller man.

"Sit under my desk." Kenneth cooed into the marsupial's ear. The command was odd, but Chris kneeled and sidled under the wide wooden desk, the leg space being surprisingly roomy. The bull sat back in his chair and slid forward, his thighs coming to rest on either side of the kangaroo's head. Chris was still lost but, he didn't mind the view, smiling like a fool as he could make out the contours of the bulge in the bull's pants. Before he got a chance to start drooling the, bull's hand came down, softly cupped the back of his head and guided his muzzle between the bovine's legs, nestling the smaller males nose right against the curve of his sheath.

"Comfortable? Have enough space?" The bull said softly, but the sound of blood rushing in Chris' ears nearly muted the words."

"Yeah." Answered the kangaroo dreamily, smiling wide as he inhaled the man's scent. Kenneth only chuckled and rubbed behind the marsupial's ear with one hand, while the other navigated the laptop. Kenneth placed his glasses on his snout before he began reading, a pleasant smile stretching over his face.

"You set a strong setting, good." Kenneth said idly but, his praise fell on deaf ears as the kangaroo nuzzled delicately against the lump between the bull's muscular legs. The bovine merely chuckled and read on, petting over Chris' head affectionately. The roo shuddered but kept quiet, not wanting to disturb the bull as he studied his work but, the desire was overwhelming. Kenneth scent was warm but strong this close to his groin and it left Chris a little breathless, that was until he felt the hidden member throb with life.

Chris felt an odd combination of wanting and hesitation, He knew how endowed the bull was however he would have done anything to try the bovine again. He shifted on the spot as he watched the bull's pants tent slowly, his own shaft swelling as he witnessed the length grow into a pant leg. The roo couldn't stand it anymore; eventually gathering his nerve enough to speak.

"Mister McWillow." He whispered, looking up at the bull's chest as he waited.

"A sex scene, very daring." Kenneth mused, seemingly ignoring the kangaroo's words but his hand slowly left the marsupials head to unbuckle his belt and tug down his fly. If Chris hadn't seen it before his heart might have skipped a beat but, the sight of the bull's manhood slipping into view only made his mouth water and his rod leak onto the carpet. The dark flesh looked even more appealing than the other day now that he had the freedom to touch it as he pleased, one hand gripping gingerly around the root of the member while the other stroke over the hot and throbbing flesh.

Kenneth stirred and bellowed as he scanned the screen, the words igniting his arousal as much as the roo who wrote them. His hips bucked and rocked slowly in time with Chris' stroking hand, just teasing the smaller man with just hints of his power. Chris ate it up, both figuratively and literally as he watched a heavy drop of clear precum slide from the head of the bull's shaft, his muzzle darting around Kenneth before the bead slid too far.

The bull was surprised as the sudden warmth and wetness but, he didn't show it, only rumbled deeply and gave the roo and appreciative ear rub. Kenneth read more of the story, his pulse starting to race as he read line after line of the heated sex scene.

The soldier had his friend pinned behind the barracks in the dead of night, their strong bodies pressed close together in a passionate embrace. Their members grew between them, throbbing in their fatigues with the beat of their hearts. Muzzle slowly parted and panted for the sexually charged air. The soldier's eyes met his friends, no words were exchanged but, their relationship was going to be different and they both seemed to accept it to some degree. The soldier fell to his knees, yanking his friend's pants down low enough to free the swollen sheath before his muzzle wrapped around it hastily. The soldier's friend had to bite down on his fist to suppress any sound, limiting himself to soft panting as the soldier suckled on his sensitive and terribly needy cock. The maw around his cock became too much too fast for the other soldier before he finally burst.

Kenneth was barely able to resist humping into the maw of the kangaroo crouched between his thighs. Chris' must have been a quick learner because he had improved greatly from yesterday, his mouth and tongue working in tandem around the first few inches with one hand stroked the part not buried in his muzzle and the other caressed the bull's heavy and furred balls. Kenneth had finally reached his peak, his strong fingers curling gently into the roo's scruffy head fur and holding him steady as explosive heat gathered in his groin.

With a loud and proud bellow the bull erupted into the poor kangaroo's maw, filling it quickly with his cum. Chris gagged and sputtered but, he swallowed hard, his eyes clenched tightly as he struggled. Kenneth took mercy on the marsupial and tugged his cock free from the smaller male's lips, causing the still-throbbing cock to fire its creamy seed onto Chris' face and chest. Slowly the powerful spurts weaken then stopped, leaving the softening shaft hanging and drooling before the cum coated roo. Kenneth carefully rolled his seat back as he gradually came off his high to look at his handiwork, smirking as Chris tried to wipe his eyes before opening them.

"You made a mess." Mocked the bull as he noticed the spurts of seed on his pant leg that wasn't his own.

"Sorry." The kangaroo said with a wide and exhausted grin, blatantly proud of himself for getting the bull to climax. "My jaw hurts."

"I can imagine. Here, let's clean you up." Said Kenneth as he reached under his desk and pulled Chris into his arms effortlessly, not minding his cum or the dark, masculine scent that now covered the marsupial, a smell that he knew wouldn't come off after just a shower.

~

Chris was woken up by the soreness in his neck and jaw, groaning softly as he stretched in place on the bed. As the rubbed the sleep from his eyes the night had come rushing back to him, a nice dinner, drinks and some aggressive cuddling with his employer. He grinned inwardly as he rolled to his side, greeted with the sight of the brawny bovine resting soundly next to him. The flesh of the kangaroo's neck was marred with bruises and bite marks thanks to the bull beside him but, they were gained by very pleasant means.

He pressed his nose into the bull's chest and inhaled the dark scent, goose bumps prickling out along his neck and shoulders as he was subjected to the olfactory equivalent of a fine wine. Chris' eyes darted to the bull's face; the sight of his strong features softened by deep sleep made the kangaroo chuckle lowly and his mind and eyes wander. On the bedside table were a pair of silver handcuffs, next to it was the collar he was given a few days ago. Chris could have bound the helpless bovine to the bed and ravaged the huge man before leaving him there. The kangaroo felt a deep shame and disgust for even considering it, binding and leaving the bull's side that is, the ravaging part still stuck

The marsupial slowly inched the short way down Kenneth's thick body, taking the smooth, manly aroma. His fingers carefully brushed away the thin blanket, exposing the bull's manhood. The bovine was as impressive and as imposing as ever, causing the kangaroo's breathing to hitch momentarily before carefully settling himself between Kenneth's thick legs.

Chris' tongue fell to the man's heavy sac first, toying gently with the pliant and lightly furred skin and even salivating as he tried to pull one of the thick orbs into his maw. Kenneth stirred and let out a heavy snort from the treatment, his sheath rapidly growing tight before releasing the current object of the poor kangaroo's desire. Chris panted softly over the now slightly damp balls as he watched the bull's morning wood rise to greet him, the member smoothly swelling to its full and girthy length.

Chris had to wipe his muzzle before he opened it wide to slide the bovine past his lips, the very welcomed flavor of bull musk exploding over his tongue. The roo failed to take his time, suckling selfishly on as much of the thick shaft as he could fit into his muzzle without choking.

The night before left him pent up and frustrated, and he was going to take that out on the sleeping bull. After dinner, Kenneth had pinned Chris down in bed and teased the roo, treating him to soft kisses and tender stroking at first, which quickly escalated into what might have been the most forceful make out sessions in the young marsupial's life. His own cock hadn't been touched once, however it felt like he was tap dancing on the edge of his climax as the bull despoiled him

Chris had lost track of time as his head bobbed up and down in Kenneth's lap, muffled moans working their way out his full maw as the sun crawled up past the horizon. The roo felt out of breath and his tongue and jaw soon grew tired but, he didn't stop, the smaller man hell bent on getting his reward. Thankfully he didn't have to wait too long.

A thick hand came down between the kangaroo's tall ears before it forced him down the whole length of the bull's beastly dick with no warning. Chris wanted to gag but, he didn't have the time to as he snort was forced into the fuzzy and musky pubic fur, leaving himself to only struggle weakly as Kenneth let free and deep bellow. Chris' throat bulged faintly as the bull climaxed, the thick meat swelling with each pulse of warm seed which was planted safely in the roo's belly. Kenneth arched his back as he came, snorting hotly though his nose as the waves of pleasure rolled thought his strong body before slowly subsiding.

"I need you to relax now." Kenneth panted softly like he had just come in from a morning jog rather than give his partner and heavy load of cum. "I'm going to let you up slowly."

Chris whimpered but nodded, wincing as the still hard bull shaft was gingerly pulled from his throat and muzzle, feeling nothing more than a hot splash over his tongue which he quickly and instinctively swallowed.

"How does it feel to have deep throated for the first time?" The bull asked softly, pulling the worn and coughing male into his arms.

"Good, I think." Chris answered hoarsely, blinking away a few tears as he snuggled into the bull's chest.

"Good." Said Kenneth with a short chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on Chris' neck before nuzzling fondly along the spot." You'll get used to it in time, lad."

The two cuddled alongside each other for a long while, Chris tucking himself firmly against Kenneth's chest while strong arms surrounded him. Despite the mild pain, the roo was lulled by the bull's warmth and comfort, nearly falling back asleep before the stiff sound of Kenneth clearing his throat caused him to jump in surprise.

"Just because you have your breakfast doesn't mean I don't need mine." Said the bull as he casually toyed with one of the roo's tall ears. "You should treat me."

Chris looked up to the bovine as was greeted with a warm smirk, which he returned. "Alright, you stay in bed and I'll make you something nice." Chris said as he reluctantly slipped away from Kenneth's warm grip to make his employer breakfast.

Kenneth hadn't noticed he fallen unconscious again until the sound of a saxophone penetrated the fog of his sleep. The large bull stirred and smiled as he recognized the familiar music, pulling himself out of bed, still nude and not caring one bit. The bull went downstairs to the kitchen, the kangaroo welcoming him with a smile before smoothly sliding an omelet from the skillet onto a nearby plate.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted so I improvised." Chris said, handing the plate to the bull, who only placed it back on the counter to hug around the smaller man's waist.

"Smells lovely." Kenneth bellowed softly into Chris' ear, nibbling softly along the rim before releasing the arm marsupial once again. Chris just moaned and reeled silently as their contact was broken

"Me or the food?" Teased the roo as he watched the bovine take his plate once more and a fork.

"Both." Kenneth said plainly, smiling a bit as took a bite of his breakfast, tapping his foot with the beat. "I see you found the jazz, you have good taste."

"I just played what was already in the stereo." Said Chris as he started on his own meal, half watching the bull as he cracked a few more eggs.

"Then you just have good judgment." Kenneth said with a short chuckle, as he swiftly downed his omelet. Chris couldn't hide his frown as the bull finished his last bite.

"That was quick." The kangaroo commented softly, which made the bull laugh and reach over to stroke one of his tall ears.

"I have a few errands to take care of but, I promise to make it up to you tonight." Kenneth rumbled deeply as he trailed his thumb over the inside of the marsupial's ear. Chris' knees grew weak, from the subtle attention, only narrowly noticing that his eggs were starting to burn. Kenneth grinned wide before leaving his charge in peace, humming to the music was he groomed and dressed himself for the day. When he came back down stairs the kangaroo was washing the dishes, his dense tail swaying the rhythm with the music.

"I should be back in a few hours." Said Kenneth as he approached Chris and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Alright, do you want me here when you get back?" Chris asked, leaning back into the bull's strong chest.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. You had better be here when I get back." Kenneth's spoke softly but his words carried a slight edge to them, and Chris wasn't about to test it.

"I will be!" Spat out the roo quickly. "But, you have a good day."

"Oh I will, and I hope you do the same." Kenneth pressed his lips softly into the back of the Chris' still tender neck. "I'll see you tonight."

~

Dinner had remained partly unfinished in dining room, the candles were blown out but, still tendrils of smoke rose from the hot wicks. The cliché trail of discarded clothes that let up to the bedroom was the perfect indication of what was happening in the bull's home, that is, if the sounds of pleasure were ignored.

Chris' wrists were bound to the head board, forcing him to stay on his knees and exposed to Kenneth behind him. The sight of the marsupial, vulnerable and needy before him only made the bull's arousal surge, his cock throbbing with its own desperation. He had waited for this, teasing and tempering the roo throughout the days, forcing himself to wait a little longer each time however, his patience had finally cracked. Kenneth was going to take what was his and no one was going to stop him.

The cuffed kangaroo moaned hard into the pillows before him as the bull's thick hands groped over his body, the fingertips leaving trails of heat over his flesh. If there was any doubt left in Chris' mind about his sexuality, it was quickly dispelled by the feeling of the bull's turgid cock pressing along the cleft of his rump, making him arch his thick tail high over his back. The only thoughts he could make out in the fog of lust was how badly he needed Kenneth inside him.

"Please." Chris huffed, his breath short and shallow.

"Please, what?" Kenneth whispered back, his strong hands finding their way to the kangaroo's rump, spreading the firm mounds apart.

"Please, I want you to fuck me, Kenneth." Whimpered the poor roo, more frustrated than he had ever been before.

The bovine snorted hotly and peeled his hand away for a moment, lifting it high to give the roo a hard spank, drawing a sharp yelp from Chris. He wanted to punish the kangaroo further for saying his first name, but hearing it said with such desire had made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Say my name again." The bull ordered, reaching for the lubricant that he thankfully had the wherewithal to set aside before their tryst.

"Kenneth." Chris muttered again, wincing at the cool fluid was drizzled between his cheeks. The second time gave the bull a chill, his cock flexing hard as he made it glisten with its own coating of lube. The bovine was panting himself, hearing Chris utter his name with no honorific before it, with such familiarity, it made his blood boil in the best way.

The snorting bull leveled his thick knob against the slickened pucker, pressing into the ring tenderly before shoving himself in with wild abandon. Chris barked in pain but, Kenneth bellowed in bliss, drowning out any sound the prone marsupial could have made. The bull's entrance and quick and smooth, stretching the kangaroo's tunnel around his hot and throbbing member. Chris was desperately thankful for the quality lubricant, the slickness already making it easier for him to relax around the massive invader.

Chris panted hard into his pillow as he was filled to the brim with the bull's cock, his own twitching under his quaking body, spurting a jet of precum onto the sheets as Kenneth member slid over his prostate. Soon, hips met rump, Kenneth letting out a proud bellow as he sunk himself balls deep inside his new conquest, holding Chris' shoulders tightly as he carefully angled himself and drew his hips back once more.

The helpless roo's eyes widened as he tried to gasp, but a weak whine was all that spilled from his muzzle as the bull started to drill into him, the mounting loving but unforgiving. Kenneth snorted as his thrust deep into his partner, one of his hands moving to take Chris under his chin, affectionately stroking his cheek with a thumb.

"You've wanted his for a while, haven't you?" Kenneth grumbled deeply, slowing his pace just enough to allow the kangaroo to take a breath and speak.

"Yes." Chris managed to hiss, leaning into the hand gingerly holding his head.

"Good." Kenneth slowed his thrusts until he was just holding his heavy cock deep inside the trembling marsupial. "Then you'll have no trouble earning your reward."

Chris' gaze shot back toward the bull, who had his fingers laced behind his head and slight furrow stitched into his brow. He expected Chris to pick up the slack; which the over eager roo more than happily did. The kangaroo's shifted himself awkwardly thanks for the cuffs binding his wrists and the stiff length of cock pierced thought him however, he soon found his rhythm. He rolled his hips slowly, his rump meeting the bull's groin with a dull 'pat' sound before the pulled off a few inches of the throbbing pillar.

The sight warmed the bull's heart and made his member pulse inside the velvety smooth tunnel, watching with a lazy grin as the younger male tried to quicken the pace but, only served to make himself shudder stiffly then interrupt his backwards thrust. Kenneth still had plenty to teach Chris' but right now he wanted to show the roo his affection. The bull unlaced his fingers from behind his head and curled one hand around the marsupial's chest, the other finding its way between Chris' thighs.

Kennth snorted loudly his hips crashed down onto the submission kangaroo, easily rending his power back. Chris opened his mouth, but instead of a ringing yelp, a soft and passionate whimper rolled off his tongue and into the pillow holding his head up. The bull's shaft ground into his prostate, causing the roo's cock in his palm to quiver and swell, threatening to erupt. Kenneth rocked hard into the willing and supple ass, violating the marsupial's muscled ring which strained around his massive manhood. Preseed and lubricant began to drool from around the impaling cock, leaving their union messy as the mixture started to trickle down to Chris' balls.

Chris had his eyes shut tight as the bull rutted him deeply and with direct intention to leave him fully claimed. The small roo was drunk off his lust for the man behind him, his tall ears turning bright red as he heard the dirty, slick sounds of their swift fucking blended with the feral bellows of a breeding bull. Chris was more aware of the Kenneth's body than his own, being caught totally by surprise as felt a sudden wave of pleasure rip though his body, leaving the cuffed roo to whine pathetically as his orgasm wreaked its earthshaking, toe curling havoc.

Kenneth could feel the kangaroo's climax on both ends, his hand filled with an abrupt and heavy gush of seed while his cock was subjected to the vice grip of the writhing orifice around it. The bull, the monolith of domination and control lost his composure. It was just for a quick moment, but it was the best moment of Chris' life.

The bull bellowed as he thrust madly into the suckling tunnel, there was no room for technique or finesse anymore, only primal rutting. Kenneth, grit his teeth and snarled like a predator and he made his conquest feel every single, swollen inch of his meaty cock. Chris couldn't resist the bull, nor did he want to, he just quietly rode out the feeling, tongue hanging from the side of his maw as he was drilled into. Kenneth shifted his hands to the kangaroo's tail, gripping it tightly around the base, preparing himself for the rush of heat that was fueled by his lust for the man under him.

The bull tossed his head back and bellowed loudly, the unstoppable sensation surging though him as he claimed what had long been his, his heavy balls pulling close to his body as he filled the hungry hole. His cock flexed and pulsed as it loosed shot after hot, musky shot of his seed deep inside his lover. Chris reflexively clenched around the spasming pillar when he felt his reward trickle down his taint, whining softly as some of the thick and heated fluid escaped him.

Kenneth was quick to sooth Chris' worry, even in the throes of climax he leaned down and hugged tightly around the smaller man's waist, rumbling comforting praise in his ears. The bull might have made his kind proud but, he wasn't a machine, his orgasm tapering off to a few lazy shots that oozed into the already impressive pool he knew he left inside the marsupial.

Together they panted, Kenneth reaching for key to the cuffs while Chris still roiled weakly with post-orgasmic bliss. With a soft click, the cuffs were removed and the roo was free, but he didn't move, staying perfectly still as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Kenneth chuckled, thinking the younger man had fallen asleep; he knew he might have done the same. When the bull motioned to pull his still erect cock from the warm hole, the roo moaned defiantly before trying to reach back to hold the bovine's hips.

"Wait." Chris groaned hotly. "Please."

Kenneth smiled warmly and pushed the few inched he had taken out back in, wrapping his thick arms around the weakened marsupial tightly, who in turn hugged the arms that held him. The bull found dry spot in the sheets and rested there, carefully helping Chris to lie beside him without tugging himself from the freshly seeded tunnel. There was only the soft chirping of crickets outside and their relaxed breathing now, the dominate bull and his submissive kangaroo just silently assuring their roles for one another. Chris was the first to break the warm silence.

"So, when can we do that again, boss?"

Kenneth grinned darkly, already having caught his second wind.

-Two weeks later-

The day's hadn't gotten any cooler, so Kenneth went without clothes, enjoying the way his brown fur shifted in the breeze of his fan. His laptop was balanced on his thighs, the screen tilted back as he read over the final draft for his novel with a satisfied smile.

"I have to say, you've done a wonderful job." Said Kenneth as he closed the laptop just enough to look down to his feet. His hoofed toes wiggling playfully as Chris' thumbs traveled over them, massaging the soles gently while the kangaroo smiled wide as he held the bovine's feet in his lap. Chris was always nude, wearing nothing but the black collar he was given weeks ago.

"Thank you, that might be some of my best work to date you know." Chris said smugly, giving the underside of the bull's foot a soft tickle.

"Oh really now?" Kenneth grinned, pressing his heel softly into the into the roo's sheath, drawing a weak moan from Chris. "I think so too, I'm very proud. You worked well with even all my...Distractions."

Chris both blushed and grinned brightly, his ears tucking back against his head and he turned his attention back to the foot massage.

"In fact, I'm so proud, I have a little something for you." Kenneth placed the laptop on his desk and opened the first drawer, pulling out a sliver key on a long chain. Chris' looked at the key as the bull slipped the chain around his neck and past his collar.

"The key to your house?" The roo asked softly, holding up the little piece of metal to his eyes.

"That's right, now you don't have to knock when you come over, because I'm going to want you over a lot more often." Kenneth said casually in his kind baitone, going back to reading with a warm smile. "By the way, my publisher thinks it's a good idea to have a second part of our story, what do you say?"

Chris' ears perked tall and a grin slid slowly over his muzzle. "I think that sounds great, boss. When do we start? " The ever eager roo asked happily.