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"First to arrive and last to leave."West said, as he entered his employer's office, looking over his eye glasses at the large bull hunched over the desk across from him. The bovine had barely looked up from the papers he was scanning over, only acknowledging the hare standing in his door way with a slight wave of his hand and shallow grunt. In the still open window behind the bull, the sun had already set, and the city's night life was just starting up; surely there were people finding their way to clubs and bars on the streets below.

"Sir, it's nearly nine." Said West, the stoic rabbit's arms folded behind his back as he patiently waited for the bull's attention. "On a Friday."

The bull sighed deeply and tore his eyes away from the final paragraph of a new contract, rubbing his brow as he finally looked at his assistant. The snowshoe hare was short and lean, dressed sharply in a vest and tie that accompanied his winter fur well. The hare's face was expressionless, and he would have appeared rather dull if not for the short, grey Mohawk that hid part of his face.

"If you want to leave, West, you're more than welcome to."Said the bull with a slight frown. "Lord knows what kind of debauchery you have planed this weekend."

Despite the slight edge to the bull's words, West let a slight smile cross his lips before reaching up to adjust his glasses. "Should I read Monday's agenda, Mister Rosewater?" The hare asked politely, tugging his phone from inside his vest.

"Fine, hurry up." Grunted the bull, turning back to his contract with a tightly knit brow.

"At nine you have a conference call with Mister Connor and Mister Hale about the publishing deal."West started.

"Fuck, I hate those guys."Muttered the bull.

"I know, sir. At noon you have lunch with Mister McWillow at your usual place. I've already made reservations."

"Ah good, did you ask about that salad I liked?"

"Yes sir, they will have it this week. You have more paper work to finish after two, then finally at four another meeting with Miss Ducat and her associates about the contract that I assume you are reading right now."

"Yes, at least I was until you interrupted me." The bull snapped back, grumbling to himself as he continued to decipher the legalese. The hare was untroubled by the bovine's agitation, West merely slid his phone back into his pocket before rolling his sleeves up his forearms.

"It's the weekend sir, the contract can wait a day." The rabbit punctuated his point by closing the office door behind himself and locking it as loudly as he could manage. The hare knew they were in the building alone but, the solid click had its purpose. The bull's eyes darted up from the paper again, his mouth hanging open and moving but, no words came out. West unbuttoned his vest with nimble fingers, slowly walking toward the dumbfounded bull.

"West..." The bovine mumbled, pushing himself away from his desk slightly. "This isn't the best tim-"

"Ten." The hare said over the bull, his face expressionless. Mr. Rosewater shot up from his chair and clamored to the window, drawing the blinds as quickly as he could, the bull quite fast for his size.

"Nine." West's voice whipped the bovine into a flurry, his fingers whipping his silk neck tie to the floor after nearly choking himself with it.

"Eight" Mr. Rosewater swore under his breath as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before finally settling to rip it off his person, he had extras somewhere.

"Seven." West kept his stony demeanor, as the bull kicked his shoes and socks off his hooved feet, nearly tripping over himself in his alarm.

"Six" The bull never had an issue with his belt until West began counting down, panting softly as he finally managed to loosen the buckle.

"Five." In one swift motion, Mr. Rosewater yanked his pants and jockstrap down to his ankles and kicked them away with other discarded clothes.

"Four." The bull went back to his chair, pulling it out and offering the plush leather seat to the hare, who sat and crossed his legs like his boss wasn't nude before him.

"Three." The sound of West still counting made the bull swear, louder this time as he struggled to remember what he was missing.

"Two." Mr. Rosewater's heart pounded in his barrel chest as he bellowed in panic before the light bulb went off in his head. Just as the rabbit open his mouth to speak again, the massive bull fell to his knees and bowed his head deeply in front of the much smaller male, prostrated and whimpering and hoping he hadn't run out of time.

"Shaved a second off your time. Very good, boss." West offered as he rested his heel on one of the bovine's horns.

"Thank you." The bull shuddered as a few beads of sweat rolled down his neck, detesting and adoring when West sprung something like this on him.

This was Desmond Rosewater's life. In the public eye he was a powerful executive with his personal assistant kept on a short leash. West Musica had worked for Desmond for most of his adult life, taking care of virtually all of the bull's concerns, figuratively bending over backward to serve his employer and one time literally. However, the moment they were behind closed doors, the lithe hare was the one holding that short leash.

Desmond had first fought against West's assumptions that he had a repressed submissive side and asserting himself as an authoritative figure in the bedroom was just a frail ploy. The bull would brush the hare off and demand some coffee or give another excuse to make West leave the room while he did whatever he could to calm his raging erection. Eventually, excuses became weaker and weaker like the bull's will, until Desmond was on his knees, sniveling quietly as he nuzzled over the hare's feet.

West, as aloof as ever, picked up one of the bull's stupidly expensive pens and signed the contract in Desmond's name, an absolutely flawless forgery.

"Unfortunate for Miss Ducat and her awful lawyers, because this contract allows us-" West stopped himself, looking down at the bull who looked back at him, utterly confused. Desmond was a different person when his mental defenses were broken down, the normally business minded male was reduced to a simple bull with simple needs, like the desire to serve and be useful. West gave a slight smile as he lifted his foot off Desmond's horn before reaching into the lower left drawer of the bull's desk, pulling out a coiled length of smooth, nylon rope. Desmond watched with wide eyes as the hare placed the rope onto his desk, his breath growing heavy and his cock thickening between his legs.

"You don't care about this right now, do you?"Asked West as he held up the contract for a moment, only to set it aside with another stack of papers. Desmond shook his head softly.

"You would rather have fun than work right now, yes?" The hare asked again, this time getting a vigorous nod from the bull.

"Please." Desmond rumbled, lowering his head to nuzzle over his assistant's pant leg affectionately. "I just... I need it."

Without a word, West kicked a shoe off, then the other and without being prompted, Desmond reached for them, gently tugging the patterned socks off and caressing his cheek over one naked foot, then the other. West seemed unaffected by the attention as he unwound the rope then set it aside to open another drawer, gathering a bottle of lubricant and a silver device.

West's apathetic expression wasn't shared by the bull, Desmond sweeping away some of the anticipatory sweat that had gathered on his brow with his forearm while rubbing the hare's feet diligently. He eyed the piece of polished steel that West purposefully placed in his view, whimpering as his hunched form sunk closer to the floor.

"You know my rules already." Said the hare softly, yet regarding the bovine with a hard stare. Desmond lowered his gaze, nodded then shook his head a second later. West's ears flattened against his head while the foot not held in the bull's hands slid down the bovine's chest and stomach, coming to rest at the base of Desmond's cock. With wide eyes and a strained grunt, Desmond willed himself to stay still while his ridgid cock throbbed and jerked by just having the hare's padless foot against the sensitive flesh.

"Ejaculate before I allow you to and you wear the cage for a month." The hare stated plainly, lightly fingering the small steel lock that made the silver chastity device do its job. Desmond quivered in place from the hare's words and the roaming paw didn't help, the lapine's foot pushing against his member in such a way to cause the drooling head to nudge into the coarse and unforgiving office carpet.

"Do you remember last time you had to wear it?" West asked, a small smile appearing on his face as he ran the ball of his foot down the topside of the bull's cock slowly. Desmond did remember, he remembered with surprising clarity.

He also remembered how hard is was to focus during a particular presentation, despite the hare being at least two floors away from him, West's influence was still strongly felt. That steel cage strained his cock enough to leave mild bruises along the length of his manhood. It was a rough day at work for the bull however, it was the night afterward that left him with a new found respect and cemented his place under the lapine.

The reminiscing had left the bull with a furrowed brow and a puddle of precum on the carpet beneath him, which made the hare give a low hum.

"I see you do remember. Good." West said as he took the rope in his hands again and stood, motioning to the bull's wide desk. "Assume the position."

Desmond stared at the hare blankly before his lust hazed mind decoded the command. The huge bull moved quickly, scrambling to bend himself over the desk with his arms hanging over the other sides, his tail swaying energetically behind him.

The barefoot hare strolled to the front of the desk with the unwound rope between his paws. "Now, don't move." West said softly, though Desmond wouldn't have dared to move anyway, He bound the bull's entire arms to the legs of the sturdy desk, listening to the huge bovine whimper lowly as the smooth nylon dug into his short fur.

The process was slow and methodical each time West tied up Desmond, winding and looping the cord around itself until it made an artistic and effective binding. The hare tied the cord in such a way to exhibit the bovine's powerful arms without cutting off circulation or running the risk of it loosening during what was sure to be a vigorous session. Desmond looked down at West's handy work, his eyes trailing up and down the criss-crossing rope and not noticing the hare walk back behind him.

The sound of a belt buckle and the deep hiss of a zipper falling made the bull tear his attention away from the ropes around his arms, trying his best to crane his head to catch a glimpse of the hare. A hand shot out and gripped one of the bull's horns tightly, forcing the bull to look ahead once again.

"You'll get it soon enough." West stated, drawing his fingers over his member, jutting from his pants slowly, his soft fur tingling in all the right spots.

Desmond kept his eyes front like he had been shown, however his ears flicked backward with the snap of a flip top bottle. Following the sound was the cool feeling of something wet being drizzled over the base of his tail then dripping down between his furry cheeks. Desmond tensed from the sensation of the fluid rolling down his perineum and reaching his balls, causing the furry sac to quiver and draw a bit closer to the bull's body. He shifted from foot to foot as West finally righted the bottle of lube and set it aside, panting softly as his cock pulsed and spilled a small stream of precum. The bull was desperate, but he knew better than to beg the methodical hare to hurry.

West allowed himself a deep inhale, taking in that thick scent of rut the breeding bull always gave off when he was needy, heavy with desire and pre. The hare's cock quivered and stiffened even more, savoring it for a moment longer before reaching under the bull.

Desmond eyes snapped shut and a heated moo left his muzzle as West's hand curled firmly around the base of his heavy endowment. The bull's panting grew heavier as his thick body shifted and writhed.

"Don't you dare cum."The hare said firmly as he began to slowly stroke the turgid shaft from root to tip. Desmond whimpered, but nodded his head obediently, trying his best to keep himself under control.

West had no trouble keeping the bull under control, his stroking measured and purposeful as he milked enough precum from the bull to soak the carpet. He could feel Desmond's pulse through his cock, the flesh throbbing impatiently as the deep desire to cum built. The hare decided the bull had suffered enough, and his own aching member agreed.

With his hand still cradling the bull's dick, West moved behind his personal plaything, pressing the modest length of his manhood between the lube slickened cheeks. Desmond bellowed and quivered as the hare's cock slid into the valley of his ass, resulting in the pent up bull mooing like a desperate cow.

"Please, master." Desmond whined, shuddering as the hare hotdogged him.

West kept quiet, instead letting the action of slamming the head of his shaft violently into the bull's clenching ring speak for him. The bull's tail shot up and a sharp, breathless gasp left him as his tunnel was broken into ferociously. His knees went weak and his back arched but, the bull struggling to do whatever he could to brace himself against the quiet fury that was the hare behind him.

The hare, although a foot and a half shorter than his employer, displayed his power with rapid and unforgiving thrusts of his hips. Desmond held tightly to the ropes around his arms, trying his best to dig his feet into the carpet as the hare pounded into him with reckless abandon. Desmond's eyes began to water however, it wasn't in pain, pleasure rocketed down his body with each deep thrust, his tail whipping from side to side while his hole tired to grip around the invading shaft.

West's face was a mask of focus and concentration as he brutally fucked the well built bull, heavy breaths leaving him as he let Desmond make most of the noise. He kept his grip on the bull's cock, using the impressive manhood like a handle as he pounded the bovine relentlessly, knowing the bigger male could take all that he was giving. Their pace was frantic and primal, the confining office atmosphere melting around them as they fucked like wild animals.

Formless sounds of feral bliss spilled from the bull's maw as he began to drool, taking the rough and deep fucking as well as he could manage. He wanted to cum, the deep ache for his release growing so strong he was moments away from begging for it until the hare slammed right into his prostate with every ounce of force in those strong legs.

The weight of deep seated instinct and the sudden slam into his gland made the bull break his orders and reach his climax. The bull came hard, shuddering and bellowing with joy and regret as he spilled his viscous seed onto the long ruined carpet beneath his desk. Desmond bit his lip as he felt the hare still thrusting despite his climax, but it was much more gentle, a bad sign for the bull. He rode out his orgasm, knowing that he had broken his master's direct orders, scarcely able to feel the cum pump through his shaft in thick and heavy jets.

It took what felt like a few minutes, but as the last rope of musky bull seed was spilled, the hare yanked himself free from the disobedient bovine. Desmond tried to open his mouth to explain his mistake but, the small and familiar click of a tiny lock being opened silenced him immediately.

"I see you couldn't resist." Said West, his tone even and relaxed despite the grievous offence in their relationship. "I suppose trying to break a breeding bull of his habits will take a little more effort."

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A well dressed armadillo sat before West, the young male smiling warmly as the listened to the hare speak.

"I apologize that Mister Rosewater couldn't conduct your interview today, he was tied up with other responsibilities." The white hare said, folding his hands on top of Desmond's desk. "Hopefully he won't mind us using his office to conduct your interview."

Desmond furrowed his brow and bit down on his ring gag as he listened to West. Small stands of saliva spilled out around the ring of rubber and steel that was designed to keep his muzzle open just enough for a cock to fuck his muzzle and throat without any resistance. His arms were bound behind his back and his legs were tied in such a way to force him to stay kneeled. As the bovine listened to the two men talk, his cock tried in vain to harden, the flesh weaker than the steel that caged his meat.

"I'm glad that you could see me. To be honest, Mister Rosewater is a little intimidating."The armadillo admitted with a weak chuckle.

"Ah, I know he can seem a little scary."West started, subtlety reaching his hand down and carefully unzipping his slacks, letting his half hard member slip into the open. Desmond fell easily into his role, knowing that if he didn't suck the hare's cock and wasn't absolutely silent while doing so, one month in his cage would turn into three.

"But I can assure you that once you get to know him, he can be quite the softy." Finished the hare, a lopsided smile spreading over his face as the hidden bull's warm maw fell around his shaft.