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It had been a long time since Milo knew silence. The faint buzz of LED lights was gone; the chatter of women by the water cooler was absent. Every employee was now quarantined in their offices, hidden within a labyrinth of pristine wooden doors. The sight was almost eerie.

Milo sighed, tapping idly on his desk. In some ways, he missed sitting at his tiny computer next to the whirring printer. Back then he'd often strike up conversations with passerby, counting down the minutes until the workday's end…

But on the bright side, Milo's new office was quite a bit more spacious. No more cubicles for him, no – he had a bona-fide office. With a door. And air conditioning. And plenty of knick-knacks on his desk. And just like a true executive, he had a habit of spinning in his chair when no one was looking.

Today, however, was no time for dilly-dallying. A stress ball squeaked beneath Milo's well-trimmed claws again and again, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground. His blue eyes fixated there on his phone – just waiting for that receiver to ring. It was vitally important that Milo be there to answer it.

And just as Milo's thoughts began to wander, that familiar chime blared through his office. His stress ball tumbled onto the ground, rolling under a fake potted plant, as Milo fumbled for the receiver. It took only a moment for him to awkwardly hug the hard plastic to his ear.

“Lily?" he answered.

A chuckle emanated from the other end of the line. And then: “You wish. It''s Reggie."

Reggie. Of course it was that little twerp.

_ _ “Oh. Hey, Reggie," Milo breathed, and wiped his forehead. “What do you need?"

Reggie's voice was lilting, playful. Across the office, that violet-haired horse propped his hooves on his desk, fiddling with his nails. He replied, “Oh, I don't really need anything. Just a little bored." A pause, and then: “We're getting our assignments today, you know."

Milo leaned forward, cradling his head in his hand. “Yeah," he said. “I know. Now, is that all? I'm waiting to be called into Lily's–"

“–Do you think you're going to be put on a high-priority project? Seeing as we're the top earners and all – well, I'm slightly above you, haha," Reggie asserted. Like a raging storm, words blustered from his mouth. “No hard feelings, of course. Oh my god, maybe you'll be in charge of the State of the Industry Conference."

Milo sighed. “Reggie. Reggie, I–"

“–I heard it's huge. The CEO of Grandcorp will be there. And, uh, Elizabeth Holmes, too," Reggie continued. “Business gurus everywhere."

The fox scrunched his muzzle. He said, “Reggie, I don't know anything about… wait, did you just say Elizabeth Holmes?"

“It's gonna be perfect. Oh, I hope someone from the office gets put in charge of it," Reggie blathered. “I would look, like, so good in a navy suit. It really matches my hair."

“Reggie," Milo barked, his tail whipping against the office chair. “I'm waiting for a very important call right now. I don't have time to talk. Okay?"

Reggie smacked his lips, twirled his hair. “Oh, come on," he said. “I'm waiting for the same call. There's no need to feel so insecure."

“Reggie, I don't need this," Milo replied. “I have actual work to do."

The horse then glanced at his desk, tapped on its plastic surface. He said, “I heard about what you did last month."

Milo hovered his finger over the receiver button, biting his lip in anticipation. He uttered, “You don't know anything about me."

“Oh, but I do!" Reggie teased, and leaned over his desk. He then cupped his hand over the phone receiver and whispered, “Frankly, I'm impressed. It's so stupid that it's inspiring. Did you really think you'd get away with it?"

Milo sighed, smacked his desk with an open palm. “Oh my… okay, who told you?" he barked.

“I dunno. Maybe it was Steph, maybe it was–"

“Of course Steph would…" Milo then stopped himself, took a deep breath. “Okay, Reggie. I need you to listen to me. You cannot go spreading this story around our department. Okay? If everyone knew, my career would be over."

“Honey…" Reggie hummed, clicked his tongue. “I think everyone already does know. It's kinda an open secret."

Fuck.

_ _ “At this point, you should just own it," Reggie sniped. “Become the slutty gay icon you were meant to be, yaknow?" A pause, and then: “So did any of the girls join in? Or…"

Milo scoffed. “Bye, Reggie," he bellowed, and hung up the phone. And once again, he was surrounded by that eerie silence, perforated only by the ticking of a nearby clock. He groaned into that dead air, then laid his head on his desk in defeat.

Of course Steph had spread that story around the office. That catty little vixen had always been resentful of Milo – especially so since he'd been granted his latest promotion. And especially since their company had merged with Lentigo. Steph would never miss an opportunity to humiliate Milo, especially when it meant portraying him as the office whore.

Just then, the phone rang once more. Milo eyed the machine with suspicion, then lifted the receiver to his ear.

“Reggie?" he asked.

The voice on the other end was low, graceful. “No," it responded. “It's your boss. But good guess."

“A–ah. Lily," Milo stuttered. “Is it time?"

“Yep. C'mon in."

---

Lily's office was bland. Boxes still sat piled in the room's corners, complimenting its beige walls, its off-white trim. The scent of stale vanilla was thinly spewed by a browned diffuser on her desk.

“I want you to work on a project together," the feline said. “You've probably heard of it… the State of the Industry Conference in two weeks."

Milo nodded, mustered a fake smile. But behind that facade, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He snuck a quick glance to his left – at Reggie. That horse sat upright, a shit-eating grin plastered on his maw. It nearly made Milo nauseous. The fox struggled to maintain a brave face.

“We'll be working… together?" Milo echoed, and met Lily's intense gaze. “Like, Reggie and I will be handling the presentation for Lentigo as a whole?"

Lily shot a predatory glance at the puny fox, folded her paws on the desk. “Is that a problem?" she asked.

“N–no," Milo sputtered. “It's just… I always thought this would be a solo project, is all."

Lily smacked her lips, unveiled a portfolio of materials. She said, “Well, consider it a test of your mettle as employees. This merger is new to all of us, Milo – and what better way to build bridges than to work with the people who were here before us?"

Reggie flashed a sly grin, patted Milo on the back. “Exactly!" he announced, fake enthusiasm beaming from his voice. “Gosh, this is such an honor. Thank you so much, Lily."

The feline didn't budge her gaze from the folder in her paws, eyeing some obscure block of text from its innards. “Of course," she muttered. “Now, this is going to be a huge project. I'll expect both of you to set aside any long-term projects you've been working on for this. I'll reassign them, of course…"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Lily's words faded into oblivion as panic rose in Milo's chest. Of course he'd be paired with Reggie. On the biggest project of his career, no less. Milo had always had horrible luck, sure, but this assignment surely took the cake.

Here was the problem: Reggie was unpredictable. Somehow, this man was aware of Milo's most dearly held secret; and more than that, he was spreading it around. It was deeply unfair – Milo deserved to be known for his professional acumen, not for his sexual proclivities. God, he was probably the laughing stock of the office by now…

The fox clenched his fists, took a deep breath. He then swiveled his head to stare at Reggie; that affable horse was spouting some happy-go-lucky bullshit, like usual. Reggie's hands emphatically fluttered about in the air at he spoke, giving the impression of a bit-rate salesman. It disgusted Milo.

“Milo?" Lily asked, tilting her glasses downward. “What do you think?"

The fox was stunned for a moment. Gathering his wits, Milo then licked his lips and replied: “I, uh… think it's fine. Yeah, it's fine."

Lily frowned, laid her pen on the table. “A very convincing answer," she mocked. “Nonetheless, I have faith that whatever… rivalry… is going on between you two, you'll work it out. This conference will decide the course of this company's life, after all. I expect the best from both of you."

Milo blankly nodded. “Of course," he mumbled. “You can, uh, count on us."

---

Milo furrowed his brow, rapped his knuckles against the wooden door's cold surface. Just beyond it, a certain vixen was finishing up a sales call.

“Steph?" he asked, and opened the door a crack. “May I come in?"

The vixen placed down her receiver. She then waved casually at Milo, said: “Sure. And close the door, please."

“Okay." Milo then awkwardly meandered inside, closed the door behind himself. He rubbed the bags under his eyes, straightened his disheveled shirt, as he then marinated in the uncomfortable silence. “Steph, we need to talk about what… happened. With Adrian, that one night."

Steph snickered. She folded her paws on her desk, a pure black vest wrapping her lithe arms. “Okay," she said. “What… specifically… did you want to talk about?"

Milo huffed, shuffled his feet. “You told Reggie about it," he said. “And I need to make sure you don't tell anyone else. We need to keep this under wraps, I…" Milo then looked around, as if searching for something. “I really don't want the entire company to know about this."

Steph shrugged, donning a smug frown. She said, “Honey… I don't think anything bad is going to come from this. For most, it's an unsubstantiated rumor." A nervous chuckle then fell from her maw. “Frankly, it's probably good for you. You actually have a reputation now."

“I had a reputation before," Milo shot back. “And it was a good one. I am more than a… cocksleeve. I'm efficient, I'm a public speaker, I'm–"

“Honey, honey." Steph waved her paw, looking askance. “Look, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I haven't told anyone about your little…. incident. Or how cute you looked being touted around the office on a leash." She then smiled and added: “Even though I really wanted to."

Milo's eyes narrowed. “You're lying."

“I'm really not," Steph replied.

“Then who?"

Steph tapped her paws on the table, swished her bushy tail under her desk. “Maybe you ought to ask Reggie himself," she teased. “He seems awfully interested in you. I bet if you asked, he'd–"

“–No." Milo sighed, rubbed his temples. “The last thing I wanna do is do anything with Reggie. Hell, I don't even wanna talk to him."

Steph puckered her lips, glanced downward at a paper on her desk. “Why?" she asked. “Reggie likes you, in his own bitchy sort of way. And frankly, you two seem more alike than you'd care to admit."

Milo nearly laughed at the suggestion. “Us? Alike? Name one way me and that… charlatan… are similar."

The vixen curled her lips into a smile, sniped: “Well, for one… you're both sluts with great asses."

“S–Steph!" Milo squeaked. “Be serious."

“I am being serious," Steph said. She then clamped her hands, leaned toward Milo. “You want me to be honest, Milo? I think there's a reason you two have been paired together for the conference."

Milo scoffed. “Yeah?" he asked. “You're dipping into conspiracy theories now?"

Steph guffawed, shook her head. “No. But I do think our boss is a horny bastard who gets off on seeing you and Reggie banter." She then tapped idly on her keyboard and added: “Plus, you're our top performers. Lily knows both of you will do great with this presentation, so it's a win-win for her."

For just a moment, Milo was still. Much to his chagrin, Steph was right. Lily was a pervert. And Milo was amazing at his job. Perhaps Steph's theory wasn't totally implausible.

“So Lily is trying to embarrass me," Milo echoed. “That does sound like her."

“All I'm saying is that you could stand to get along with Reggie a little more," Steph continued. “You don't have to fuck him, but you could at least give him a chance."

Milo scrunched his face, whipped his tail. “No," he said. “No, no. This guy is not going to embarrass me on this project."

Steph rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on."

“Steph, I cannot be the office slut forever."

“But you can!" Steph said. “And you'd make a great one, too, with that adorable cock of yours."

“Not. Helping," Milo hissed, then glanced backward. In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of Reggie heading into his office. Like a ghost, the horse's violet tail swished past the doorframe and disappeared beyond it.

“Fuck," Milo breathed. “I gotta go. Maybe I can still convince him to give his position to someone else."

Steph could only laugh. She donned her reading glasses, restarted her computer.

“Sure," she mocked. “Go ahead and try. Just don't be surprised when things don't go your way."

---

“Reggie? We need to talk," Milo called. He stood outside Reggie's office, his ear pressed against the door. “Can I come in?"

Hearty laughter resounded from beyond the door's veneer. The scooch of a chair, and then: “Sure, Milo. Just give us a minute."

Us?

“Okay," Milo pouted. “But just so you know, this is an urgent issue."

Milo then waited a moment, watching folks pass by, before Reggie's door opened. From his office emerged Amelia – Milo's favorite among the bunch of women who caught him that fateful night.

“Amelia," Milo breathed. “Good to see you. It's been a while."

The raccoon nodded, her round ears bobbing. Her eyes not-so-subtly wandered to Milo's package as she said, “Y–yeah, it's been a long week. Doing well?"

“Yeah," Milo lied. “I'm doing alright. You?"

Amelia looked askance, shrugged. “I'm alright. The merger has me slammed with work. But… I'm getting through it." She paused, then added: “You look good."

“Thanks," Milo replied. And then, determining that this social interaction had run its course, he awkwardly stepped away. “I'll talk to you later, alright?"

“Sure," Amelia muttered. “Bye."

Milo then stepped inside Reggie's office and closed the door. Immediately, he was met with the pungent scent of lavender. Gaudy pink decorations lined the office's walls, hung from the edges of Reggie's desk. Small bottles of lotion sat at the base of Reggie's computer, each still in its protective wrap.

“It smells like a department store in here," Milo said.

Reggie mustered a smile. “I'm gonna take that as a compliment," he replied, and motioned toward the seat opposite him. “Sit, sit. We have a lot to discuss."

Nervously, Milo accepted the offer. He lowered himself onto Reggie's plush chair – much softer than the one in his own office – and folded his hands over his crotch. He then cleared his throat and said: “Reggie… I hate to say this, but I don't know if we're the greatest match for this conference project."

Reggie recoiled. “Okay, what's this about?" he asked. “Is this about your little escapades after work?"

“N–no!" Milo sputtered, his cheeks reddening. “Well, yes? Maybe. L–look, the deal is… I know Lily told you about what I did that night. But she's trying to embarrass me, Reggie."

“Ah!" Reggie raised a finger, as if remembering something. “Yes, I do recall now – it was Lily who told me."

“Exactly," Milo affirmed. “I just feel like the rumor mill has gotten way too out-of-hand. It would be best if I worked with someone who had no connection to this. Yaknow, someone who…. doesn't know…. about that night. So if you could just step down, then… yeah."

Reggie raised an eyebrow, fiddled with his cuticles. “I see," he said.

“I–it's nothing against you in particular," Milo lied. “I just, yaknow… I feel so protective of my career. I hope you understand."

Reggie nodded. He said, “Oh, I understand."

Milo froze. “You do?"

“Yes," Reggie replied. “And frankly, Milo, I disagree with you."

The fox shivered. “You… what?"

Reggie then waved his hand, sighed. He said, “Look, Milo, I'm not out to destroy you, if that's what you're wondering."

“I–I wasn't wondering about that!" Milo exclaimed, even though he was, in fact, wondering about that.

“The bottom line is," Reggie continued, “I'm not stepping down from this project. It's the biggest honor I've had in years. Hell, I'll probably get a raise from this." A smug grin. “And because of your ego, you won't pull out, either. Which means, my friend… we're stuck together. Like it or not."

Milo pouted. “I don't have an ego."

Reggie could only roll his eyes. “Honey, your ego is the size of Texas. And… if I were to be honest, that's not a bad thing." He then leaned over his desk, breathed: “I'm much the same."

Milo nearly sputtered. He looked away and replied, “Okay, fine. But seriously, I can't have this rumor spreading even more than it already has." He sighed. “And if we do work together – and this is a big if – I'm going to need you to keep quiet about what I did that night. Like, completely silent."

Reggie grinned, spread his arms wide. “I would expect nothing less," he bellowed. “The last thing I'd want to do is embarrass you. We're in the same boat now, after all."

“I'm also going to need you to put in a good word with your superiors," Milo said. “The Lentigo folks. I need them to know I'm reliable.'"

The horse chuckled, glanced at his computer. “Of course you want that," he said, and shrugged. “Sure. Why not? No skin off my back." He then met Milo's stare and asked, “Is that all you want?"

“Y–yeah," Milo stuttered. “That's all."

“Then consider this deal done," Reggie said, and reached across the desk. “You and I are going to do some wonderful work together."

Gingerly, Milo grasped his hand, gave it a quick shake. “Sure," he said. “I… trust you."

---

In a sunny kitchen in New York City, Tracey hummed a short tune. His hips swaying to the rhythm, the boy casually dropped orange slices onto a ceramic plate. He then lifted the plate and paraded it into his living room, gently placing it onto the wooden dinner table.

“Quarterly sales figures go on slide seven," Milo said, the end of his pen nursed between his lips. His brow remained furrowed, lost in thought. “And we can ease into that with an anecdote about that property in Kensington… you know the one."

Reggie nodded, scribbling notes down on some nearby printer paper. “That's a good idea," he replied. “I almost forgot about that dispute. We could spin that."

“Exactly," Milo chirped. “If you want, I'll gather the paperwork on that on Monday. We'll want to list specific figures."

Tracey stared blankly at those two animals, tapping his foot impatiently. “Um, hello? A cute boy just delivered you oranges," he pouted. “So let's take a break from all this business stuff. Let me talk to your new boytoy!"

Milo scrunched his face, waved his paw. “Tracey, he's not my boytoy. He's my coworker. Not like you'd know the difference."

Refusing to catch the hint, Tracey then plopped himself down between the pair, hungrily grabbing at an orange slice. “I know the difference between a coworker and a hook-up! I just choose not to respect it," he replied. Tracey then popped the slice into his mouth and smacked, “I'm deconstructing capitalism one hook-up at a time. I'm a renegade, Milo. A sexy renegade."

“Sure," Milo said dryly. “In that case, why aren't you out… renegading… today?"

Tracey winked, gave a finger gun. “I have today off," he chirped. “Which means we get to spend looooooots of time together."

Milo shot a playful glance at Tracey. “Thank god for that," he teased, and lifted his collar. “It's just a shame our AC is down today. The heat makes it kinda hard to focus." He then turned to Reggie and added: “Sorry about that."

Reggie shrugged. “It's fine," he mumbled. “This isn't ideal, but I could think of worse company. The office feels empty now, anyway."

Milo nodded, eyed Reggie curiously. “I was just thinking that earlier," he said. “It's isolating. Everyone has their own offices now."

“Great minds think alike," Reggie absently replied.

Milo hummed in response, scribbling notes on thin paper. Much to his chagrin, Milo had noticed some striking similarities between himself and Reggie lately; unsurprisingly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Perhaps because, deep down, Milo wanted to trust Reggie. But in the back of his mind, he was terrified to let himself go.

A nervous smile involuntarily stretched across Milo's face, his finger tapping nervously on the table, as he attempted to disregard those anxious feelings. As a gesture of goodwill, Milo had invited Reggie to work together at his apartment; this was, of course, prior to learning Tracey would be home. That ridiculous ram had been circling the two boys like a vulture, waiting for his chance to strike.

And so Tracey idly chewed on his orange, his gaze flitting between his two targets, as the gears turned in his head. “Well… if it's too stuffy in here, you two could always accompany me to the roof," he suggested. “It's nice and breezy up there. There are even a couple lawn chairs."

Milo narrowed his eyes. “The roof?" he asked, clearly incredulous. “That's open to tenants?"

Tracey showed his palms, looked askance. “Well, not exactly," he admitted. “I just have an extra key for it, haha. I, uh… well, I did a favor for the janitor, so…"

“You fucked the janitor?" Milo asked, his jaw agape. “When did you even do that?"

“I don't tell you everything I do!" Tracey shot back, and reached into his pocket, revealing his keyring. The circlet looked fit to burst. “Anyway, it's pretty much my own private patio now. No one ever comes up there, so I usually use it for sunbathing."

Reggie guffawed, smacked his palm on the table. “Wow," he said. “Tracey, you're the smartest slut I've ever met."

A self-assured grin flashed across Tracey's maw. “Thank you!" he said. “So, yeah. If y'all wanna work on the roof, we could do that. It's, like, super secluded. There's even an umbrella."

Reggie was silent for a moment, then glanced at Milo for reassurance. He admitted, “Honestly? If you're okay with it, Milo, I'd like to head up there. I'm, uh… starting to sweat through my shirt."

A stray glance confirmed Reggie's claim. The horse wore a pale pink polo shirt, its armpits drenched with sweat. Droplets trickled slowly from Reggie's neck, soaking into the hem, dampening his collar. A frizzy violet ponytail cascaded down Reggie's back, a pair of moist beige slacks gripping his haunches.

Milo inhaled sharply, fanned himself. Reggie was right – it was sweltering. Begrudgingly, Milo then replied: “Normally I wouldn't, but… sure. It's getting pretty hot in here, even with the windows open. Let's check it out."

“Good!" Tracey chirped, and clapped his hands together excitedly. “Then y'all can gather your stuff and follow me. This spot is gonna be perfect!"

---

Tracey was right – the rooftop was nice and cool. A soft breeze ruffled Milo's fur as he sat in the open air, the sun gingerly peeking from behind a thin layer of clouds. It shone down there onto the glittering cement, the only respite from its rays being a table-mounted umbrella in the roof's center.

The trio had been hanging out atop the roof for two hours now. The clacking of their laptop keys had slowed to a stop, as did conversation about the conference. Milo leaned back in his chair, biting his fingernails, as his eyes meandered to the office building across the street.

Milo asked, “Tracey… how long have you been coming up here?"

Tracey shrugged. “Three months?" he said. “Yeah, around three months."

“And you sunbathe naked up here?" Milo asked. “That's awfully risky."

“Not really," Tracey chirped. “It's super isolated. I've done plenty of stuff up here and never gotten caught."

The group was then quiet for a moment. Reggie leaned casually on the roof's edge, peered down onto the street below. “How far up are we?" he asked.

“Thirty stories," Milo replied. The fox then stared across the street. There, an office building towered above them, at least five stories taller than the apartment complex. He asked, “Can people in that office building see us?"

Tracey stretched his arms above his head, yawned. “No," he said. “Well, I guess technically? But that office space is super expensive. Nobody is ever in there."

“Really?" Reggie asked. “So those entire five floors are just… empty?"

Tracey nodded, took a sip from his water bottle. “Yep. Completely empty. I've been checking public records. Nobody has rented it out."

“I see," Milo muttered, and gathered his portfolio together on the glass table. “I'm gonna start packing up, if that's alright."

Reggie didn't glance away from the street. He asked, “Are we done for today?"

Milo nodded and responded, “Honestly? I think we've done enough, yeah." He then fanned his face and added, “Plus, it's still pretty warm up here. We deserve a break."

The fox tugged on his shirt's collar, loosened his tie. Even with the cool breeze, he felt stuffy. Sweat stains accrued under his arms, between his legs. This heat wave was killer.

Tracey, however, seemed nonplussed by the heat. He wore a skimpy pink crop top and sky blue shorts. A soft golden tummy peeked from beneath the thin cotton, the slightest hit of a happy trail leading toward his tightly-wrapped package. White sunlight glistened from his waxed horns.

“You should've dressed skimpier, Milo," Tracey teased. “Yaknow, like me."

Milo rolled his eyes. Brown slacks clung to his moist legs, a grey button-up hugging his chest. He said, “I would have, but working in a tank top seems… undignified somehow."

Reggie chuckled, meandered back toward the table. “Yep. Can't work naked," he joked. “It is hot, though. How long is this wave supposed to last?"

In the corner of Milo's vision, he noticed Tracey standing from his chair and walking away. Milo, however, was preoccupied with checking his phone. He said, “Weather channel says it's supposed to last all week," and scrunched his maw. “Fuck. High of ninety degrees on Sunday. It's getting hotter."

Reggie sipped from his water bottle, rubbed the back of his head. “At least the office has air conditioning," he replied. “Though I'm not exactly excited to go back after this weekend. Mondays are a bitch."

Milo clicked his tongue. “That's real," he mumbled. “Plus, I could use a break from Lily. Her and Steph have been eating me alive recently."

“Milo?"

“They've been on my ass about the whole Adrian thing. They won't stop embarrassing me. It's, like, constant," Milo admitted.

“Milo."

Milo chuckled and added, “Sometimes they even compliment my body around the office. Mostly my ass, but–"

“Milo," Reggie barked. “Look behind you."

Puzzled, the fox then wrenched his neck backward. What he saw there nearly made him do a double-take: Tracey, shirtless, slinging his skimpy tank-top to the side with a cocky grin. The fur on his lithe chest ruffled slightly in the wind, his pink nipples perking as the cool gust struck them.

“T–Tracey?" Milo sputtered. “What are you, uh, doing?"

The ram shrugged, laughed. “What? I can't get in some sunbathing while we're here?" he asked. “Or are you two more prudish than I thought?"

Milo averted his gaze. Fuck, he forgot how attractive Tracey was. He should've anticipated that Tracey would do something like this – he swore, that ram was a succubus. Being lewd was second nature to him.

The fox then snuck a glance at Reggie, attempting to gauge his reaction. The horse's jaw hung wide in surprise, his breaths unsteady. Subtly, a bulge rose from within Reggie's pants, gently perking against his pelvis.

“Are you, uh, comfortable with this?" Milo asked Reggie. “Tracey does this a lot… to everyone. It's kinda normal by now for me."

Reggie waved his hand, gave a nervous laugh. “Well, I suppose I'll give him a break… but only because he's not the worst to look at. Tracey, you're gonna splay out on that lawn chair?" he asked.

Tracey nodded enthusiastically. “Yep!" he chirped. “Although, you should know… I'm not done yet."

And like a magician performing a grand reveal, Tracey grabbed the hem of his shorts. In one fluid motion, he then whipped them downward, past his knees, and kicked them off. Almost triumphantly, the boy then stood there, fully nude, arms splayed, presenting his body to his awestruck audience.

“Ta-da!" Tracey sang. “And now I'm ready to sunbathe. Clear a path, queers!"

Confidently, almost whimsically, the ram then trotted past Milo and Reggie toward his chair. Tracey's pillowy ass bounced with every step, his little capricid tail twitching excitedly above. His flaccid cock swayed playfully between his legs – a remarkably large package for such a thin animal – and immediately caught Reggie's eye. Both boys were positively gobsmacked at Tracey's body.

“T–Tracey!" Milo yelped. “You can't just… get naked in front of my coworker!"

Tracey leaned his weight on the chair, shot a wink over his shoulder. “Can't I?" he asked. “It seems like Reggie likes it. Look, he's getting hard!"

And indeed Reggie was. It was quite difficult for him to ever hide his arousal; his equine penis was larger than most, after all. Even the slightest flare would make his pants jump. Of course, he'd normally be able to keep those impulses under control… but when caught off-guard, it was made quite a bit more difficult.

Reggie looked askance and said, “Uh, well, I'm just surprised." Blush rose to his cheeks, his voice quivered. “I'm not used to being around naked folks so casually. But I'm not strictly… offended, I suppose. So long as you keep yourself by your chair."

Tracey's eyes narrowed, like a predator hunting prey. “Good!" he chirped. “That's what I thought you'd say, Reggie."

“Wait," Milo interrupted. “Wait, wait. Even if Reggie's okay with it… is it such a good idea being naked here?" He then glanced toward that monolithic office building across the street, eyed its dark windows. “Someone could be watching us."

Tracey laughed. “Milo, no one's in the upper floors of that building. Ever. It's abandoned, remember?" he explained. “And I locked the door to the roof, too. So no one will disturb us."

“Are you… sure?" Milo asked.

Tracey nodded. “I've sucked five dicks up here," he announced proudly. “Not once has it been captured on camera. So yeah, I'd say we're safe."

The ram then laid himself on the reclined chair, dramatically kicking up his legs. Reaching under the chair, Tracey produced a pair of sunglasses and affixed them to his head. He then reached down once more, grabbed a tube of sunscreen, unscrewed its top, and squirted a dollop of white cream into his palms.

Reggie could hardly believe his eyes. He knew Tracey was promiscuous, sure; but he had no clue the boy was so daring. Frankly, the ram's courageous gambit worked quite well on him. Reggie was very attracted to forthright, flirtatious individuals. And while he normally wouldn't engage in flirting in front of his coworkers… well, he might make an exception this time.

Tracey then smacked his lips, spread that lotion over his nubile body. He relished in Reggie and Milo's slack-jawed stares, their barely hidden arousal. God, Tracey adored all this attention. It was a game for Tracey; how far could he push it?

“Why don't you two come over and lay in the sun with me?" Tracey asked, his palm gliding over his thinly furred pecs. “You two deserve some time to relax, after all. It's a Friday!"

Reggie waved his hand, scoffed: “What? Tan with the sluttiest man I've ever seen? No thanks." A breath, and then: “But really, as confident as I am, I don't know if I feel comfortable being naked. Even if no one's watching us."

Tracey snickered. “You don't have to be fully naked," he said, and motioned to himself. “Just take off your shirt! Or better yet, strip down to your underwear. Your choice." Tracey then licked his lips and added, “Of course, on a personal note, I'd love to see what you're packing under those clothes. I bet you're striking."

Milo stiffened at the suggestion. He then shot a glance at Reggie, once more attempting to gauge the horse's reaction. That glance was returned with utter incredulity, which then melted into plain arousal.

In that moment, Milo realized that Tracey was going to get his way. Again. And more than that, Milo would go along with it. Again.

Milo sighed. He then begrudgingly said, “Reggie, if you want to sunbathe with Tracey, go ahead."

Reggie nodded. “Well… I suppose I'll take the plunge, just for novelty's sake. With my underwear on, of course_._ But are you not going to join us?" he asked.

Milo shook his head. “I think I'll just sit under the umbrella for now," he replied.

Reggie hummed. “Are you sure, Milo? I'll feel somewhat… naked… without you coming with me. Pun intended."

The fox was then silent for a moment, lost in thought. His tail swished nervously along the ground, his arms crossed. Tracey could almost see the gears turning behind Milo's eyes.

Milo, of course, was a closeted pervert; that much had been established throughout the entire office. As such, ogling his friends' bodies was always a treat. But deep within him, there germinated a leaden ball of anxiety; what if he were caught again? All it took was the snap of a camera's aperture, a stray security camera, and his body would be broadcast throughout the office. Again.

He took a deep breath. And against his better judgment, Milo said: “Fine. I'll sunbathe with you two. But I'm keeping my underwear on."

Begrudgingly, the fox then lifted himself to his feet. Both Tracey and Reggie didn't bother to hide their predatory gazes; before Milo had even touched his clothes, the pair had already visually undressed him.

Milo began by unbuttoning his shirt. Like unboxing a holy relic, Milo's trembling fingers unhooked those hard plastic buttons. One on the collar, then another, and another, until the slightest hint of his white chest showed.

The fox blushed. He felt quite self-conscious of his body, after all. His chocolate-colored fur gave way to a soft white underbelly, the interim melting into a butterscotch-like hue. As Milo continued to unbutton himself, his soft pink nipples poked from that snowy fur. Beneath laid his thin, toned tummy, sucked inward in anticipation.

Reggie once more worked to contain his lust. He folded his hands over his crotch, hiding his erection, as he said: “You look good, Milo. Do you work out?"

That comment nearly made Milo's brain short-circuit. A mix of shame and embarrassment mingled in his fluttering chest. “N–no," Milo stammered. “Not yet, anyway, haha."

Milo then undid the button on his crotch, spreading the fabric open, as if opening a present. A tight pair of blood-red underwear burgeoned from beneath Milo's bland slacks. And as those slacks slid downward, an impression of Milo's package burst free from its zipper. Reggie was surprised at the size of Milo's flaccid penis; frankly, he had anticipated it'd be smaller.

Then, as if shaking off a bug, Milo embarrassedly kicked off his pants and shoes. A thin layer of sweat evaporated from his newly freed fur. Tracey was right about one thing – in this weather, it was far more pleasurable to be exposed.

“There," Milo said, nervously hugging his elbow. “Are you happy, Tracey?"

“Very," Tracey replied, a smug grin stretching across his maw. “Now come with with me, hm? We have some sun to catch."

Milo's bare paws then pattered against the concrete, his plump hips swaying, as he dragged his chair to Tracey's side. All the while, Reggie not-so-subtly ogled the boy's frame – his fluffy tail, his chubby ass, his adorable bulge. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Reggie to contain himself.

“Now," Tracey said, and motioned with his sunglasses toward Reggie. “It's your turn. You are gonna join us, right?"

Reggie cracked an anxious smile in response, twiddled his fingers. “Yeah," he said. “Yeah, I'm gonna join you. Just…give me a moment."

Tracey giggled. He joked, “Reggie, don't worry. If we get caught, we all get caught together, hm?"

Milo instinctively covered himself upon hearing that. “Ugh. Don't even joke about that," he hissed. “I've had enough of my nudes leaking already."

The horse then began to disrobe. His polo came off in one solid motion, flying over his head like a flag being raised. A bushy happy trail gave way to a round, chubby tum – a welcome sight for Tracey. Above that tum were two supple breasts and a set of broad shoulders, all brought together by the horse's piercing emerald gaze.

“I'm a little out-of-shape," Reggie admitted. “I hope you don't mind."

Milo looked speechlessly over Reggie's body – from his dorky smile to his strong arms. One wrong look and the fox would be smitten. Through clenched lips, Milo then said, “Reggie, you're… very handsome. Don't worry."

The horse smiled, let loose a giddy whinny. “Thanks," he said. “Now for the pants, huh? Phew, this is gonna be embarrassing…"

Tracey then intently watched as Reggie gripped the hem of his slacks, undid his belt, and began pulling that cheap cloth downward. Tracey's jaw nearly dropped upon seeing what Reggie had kept hidden.

“R–Reggie," Tracey breathed. “You're huge!"

Hidden beneath a loose pair of green boxers, nestled between a pair of chubby thighs, laid the largest bulge Tracey had ever seen. Seeing Milo near-nude had caused Reggie's equine cock to burgeon and throb, a clear outline of his flesh pressing up against his underpants. Even through that fabric, Reggie's gargantuan balls visibly churned. The horse nearly whimpered as he felt his body thoroughly gawked at by the other two boys.

Milo, gobsmacked, wracked his brain for a proper response. Should he compliment Reggie? Remain neutral? Gosh, what was the right thing to do? By the time he'd formulated a reply, it was too late. Without thinking, what came out of his mouth was: “Wow. You're hot."

“Th–thank you," Reggie said. His violet tail swished bashfully behind him. “I–I guess I'll take my shoes off now, huh? Not like there's much left to show, haha…"

Reggie then turned around and bent forward, clumsily attempting to remove his shoes. His muscled ass swelled against his underpants as he bent forward, his chubby thighs appearing as if they would break through the fabric at any moment.

Tracey nudged Milo, whispered into the fox's ear: “Reggie's ass is insane."

Milo shook his head in disbelief. “I had no clue his cock was that big, either."

Subtly, Reggie's ears twitched. He then turned around, tossed his clothes, and put a hand on his hip. “Did you say something?" he asked.

“N–no," Milo said. “Come on, pull up a chair."

A moment of silence ensued. Reggie grasped his chair, dragged it to Milo's side. It then occurred to Milo: he was sitting smack-dab between two of the most attractive men he'd ever seen… half-naked… across from an empty office building. His heart pounded in his chest.

But before Reggie could take his seat, something wholly unexpected happened – a booming crash sounded from the street below. A hearty claxon, and then the screech of tires. The boys jumped at the sudden interruption, eyeing each other cautiously.

“What was that?" Milo asked.

Reggie puckered his lips, wandered to the roof's edge. “Only one way to find out," he said. “Just don't let people on the ground see us."

The horse then stuck his neck over the edge, Milo and Tracey following duly in tow. Fifty stories below, shrouded in a thin layer of black smoke, laid the scene: two cars, bumper-to-bumper, a sizable dent stretching across the larger one's hood.

Reggie then intently watched as both drivers emerged from their vehicles, clearly dazed. They walked calmly toward one another, then inspected their fenders – one car's exhaust pipe had been damaged, hence the smoke.

Milo hummed. “It looks like no one's hurt," he said, and wiped his brow. “Thank god."

“Yeah," Reggie breathed. “Looks like a simple fender bender. Not good, but far from the worst."

“Mhm." Milo then shifted his weight, watching idly as the drivers talked. Cars swerved cautiously around the wreck, forming lines like ants along the road. Police sirens blared from up the street – evidently, they had heard the crash, too.

Unbeknownst to Reggie and Milo, however, Tracey was not paying attention to the wreck. Instead, that trickster Tracey had crept behind them, reaching his hands eagerly toward their underpants. For just a moment Tracey kneeled at crotch height, staring directly at their asses. He withstood the urge to giggle.

“Shit, here comes the police," Milo said. “Better–"

But before Milo could finish, Tracey had already done the deed. The ram swept his arms downward, and with them came both Milo and Reggie's underwear, swooped out from under their feet.

Milo seemed to experience the next moments in slow motion: the pair turned toward Tracey, slack-jawed, as they realized what Tracey had done. Milo then instinctively glanced at Reggie, the boy's horse cock already flaring in surprise, before scrambling to cover himself in shame.

Tracey watched the spectacle with a shit-eating grin. “Get pants'd!" he called, and danced away, his friends' underwear dangling from his fingertips. “Come and get em, boys!"

Adrenaline shot like an icicle through Milo's chest. His voice quivered, his cheeks reddened, as he embarrassedly lunged toward his friend. Milo yelled, “Tracey! What the fuck!"

Tracey, however, was quite amused at the now-nude Milo's attempts at reclaiming his dignity. “You almost got it that time!" Tracey teased, and dangled the boy's underpants just out of his reach. “Keep trying, you'll get it eventually!"

“Tracey, this is serious!" Milo panted. “I cannot have someone else seeing me naked!"

The ram then hummed curiously, nursed a fingertip in his mouth. “Oh yeah?" he teased. “Well, this is going to be very uncomfortable for you, then."

And before Milo could react, Tracey's arm had wrenched forward, catapulting the two pairs of underwear into the warm summer air. Both Milo and Reggie then watched in disbelief as, as if through divine intervention, both pairs of underwear wrapped themselves around a low-hanging electrical wire. Fifteen feet above their heads those underwear swayed in the wind, as if announcing the boys' shame.

As Milo stared at his dangling clothes, his eyes strained by the sun, a great rage swelled within his chest. His fists clenched as he stormed toward Tracey, sticking a finger in the ram's face.

“Tracey," he barked. “What the hell were you thinking?"

The ram, however, seemed nonplussed. “What?" he asked. “It's just a little nudity. It's not like anyone will see us."

Milo rubbed his eyes, cradled his head. “You don't know that!" he argued. “Maybe there's a helicopter flying nearby, or, or–"

Softly, almost sweetly, Tracey then touched his fingertip to Milo's lips. “Honey," he said. “You're fine. Nobody is going to see us, okay? There's no way." Tracey then peered over Milo's shoulder and added, “Hey, let's see what your coworker thinks, hm?"

Reggie, predictably, was quite shocked at the whole ordeal. He stood at the roof's edge, his back braced against the wall, as his half-erect equine cock swayed in the breeze. For a moment, he was still, his jaw still agape; but then the boy stood straighter, regained his breath, and said: “You little twerp… I really wish you didn't do that."

Tracey rolled his eyes. His voice was lilting as he teased, “Oh, come on. You two have been giving each other bedroom eyes all day. Why not just let it all hang out?"

Milo protested, “But–"

“–And doesn't it feel good to just let yourself go? For both of you?" Tracey asked. “It's so hot out here. And I know it gets stuffy down there with underwear on. I'm doing you two a favor."

For just a moment, Milo froze. Seething, he glanced at Reggie – nervous, horny Reggie – and then back at Tracey. He barked, “You really want us to just… hang out… naked? You're serious?"

“And sunbathe. Together!" Tracey chirped. “Just give it a chance, okay? And if you want to put your clothes back on ten minutes, I'll knock them down with the umbrella." He then smiled, spread his arms wide in supplication. “Does that sound good, you two? Just giving it a try?"

Milo couldn't help but scoff. He let his arms fall tiredly to the sides, swiped sweat from his brow. He then turned to face Reggie – that horse wore an ashamed, aroused grin on his face. Even now, Reggie was taking not-so-subtle glances at Milo's ass when he thought Milo wasn't looking.

A sigh then fell from Milo's lips. Loathe as Milo was to admit it, being naked outside felt good. Like, viscerally good. Something about the breeze passing over his genitals, his swishing tail, felt unabashedly freeing. Not to mention that, on some level, he was happy to see his friends naked…

Milo's eyes then met Reggie's. It soon became apparent that both of them shared that same stifled, lustful gaze. Discomfort and giddiness mingled in their chests; the desire to ogle at each other ran up against their mutual paranoia, causing them to freeze. And then–

“Fine," Milo spat at Tracey. “Fine. You wanna do this, you stubborn bastard? I'll give it a try. But only if we sit somewhere secluded."

“I feel the same way," Reggie said.

Tracey's face then lit up; his plan was an utter success. “Of course!" he sang, and motioned toward the center of the roof. “We'll all sit here together, away from the edge. That way, we'll be extra extra safe. Ya get me?"

And there, stretching across Tracey's face once more, was that signature smug grin. Milo hated that grin; he hated feeding it, and constantly falling prey to Tracey's schemes. But nonetheless, he gave in. He stormed to his chair, his footfalls plapping against the cement roof, and dragged his chair to the roof's center.

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One hour later, the sun-baked concrete still glimmered. The breeze still blew, the horns below still honked. But perhaps more importantly, those three boys remained naked together on the apartment building's roof, enraptured by Reggie's words.

“...Then, suddenly, I hear someone enter the stall next to me." Reggie stopped for a moment, giggled at himself. “And this dude – and his voice is deep, really handsome – he tells me to check under the poster on the stall."

“Oh, I know where this is going. Was there was a glory hole underneath?" Tracey asked.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Of course there was a glory hole underneath," he guffawed. “And this man's cock was huge; biggest I've ever seen besides my own, haha."

Milo was hunched forward on his fold-out chair, eagerly hanging on Reggie's words. Mesmerized, he asked: “And you sucked it, right?"

The slightest blush rose to Reggie's cheeks. He admitted, “Yeah. Of course I did. Not gonna waste perfectly good cock." A stilled giggle, and then: “It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And then – and then… get this… we ended up dating afterward."

Tracey nearly spit out his water. He coughed and sputtered, wiping his soggy face, before bellowing, “What?!"

“I know," Reggie said, suddenly bashful. “We dated for eight months. His name was Gavin. Gavin Newmaker. A beautiful, wide-shouldered wolf type."

Milo's jaw hung open in awe. He traced his finger gently around his knee as he said, “Sounds like a catch."

“He was!" Reggie said. “But nowadays, we work better as friends. Well… friends who fuck sometimes, anyway."

Tracey's eyes narrowed. A sly smile then spread across his maw, licking his lips. He breathed, “That's a great story, Reggie. But I have some stories of my own. Stuff I haven't even told Milo about."

Milo's ears perked at the prospect. “I'm sure you do," he said. “You're quite a treasure trove, Tracey."

“I am!" Tracey replied, and cracked his knuckles. “The truth is," he announced, “I fucked two men I met on a hiking trail once upstate. And I never even got their names."

“Tracey!" Milo blurted. “That's so dangerous. They could've been serial killers!"

The ram nodded, replied: “Oh, you're totally right. But damn, it was worth it." Tracey then sighed wistfully, gazing into the blue Summer sky. “They fucked me from both ends while I was stooped over a log. It was magical."

“Wow," Reggie echoed, clearly aroused. “That was a really stupid decision, but I'm still kinda jealous."

Tracey smacked his lips, wafted his hand. “I have stories just like any other gay bottom," he said. “And just between us, it seems Milo has more stories than most. Men cannot seem to resist him. Or his breeding hips, for that matter."

In that moment, Milo went red with embarrassment. As if thrust on-stage, he felt pressured to defend himself. He said, “Um, well, I guess I've done some risky stuff. B–but I dunno if I'm a bottom, yaknow?"

Unimpressed by Milo's weak defense, Tracey teased: “Milo, have you ever topped? Even once?"

“Well, no," Milo replied. “But I could top if I wanted."

Reggie snickered, glanced at Milo. He said, “Oh my god."

“I mean, look at Milo's ass!" Tracey continued, and gawked at Milo's plump backside. “With an ass like that, you've got to put it to good use. And I know for a fact you didn't top during his little office incident," Tracey added. As he spoke, he rapidly tapped on his phone, refusing to budge his gaze from the screen. “Milo was actually Adrien's pet that night. Reggie. Dunno if you knew that."

Milo was gobsmacked by how casually Tracey revealed that detail. “Oh my god. Tracey! Come on!" he cried, then hid his face in his hands. “God, I'm so embarrassed…"

Reggie could only laugh. He said, “That's kinda cute, actually."

Milo huffed, futilely attempting to hide his blush. “I'm really not used to talking about this," he continued. “I've never been open about my sex life. Gosh, I feel so paranoid..."

A knot curdled inside of Milo's stomach. Like a fire, it seemed to engulf his lungs, simultaneously spurring his words forward and filling him with smoky dread. He said, “I'm just, like, terrified about people using this against me, I guess."

Reggie flashed a cocky smile, replied: “If it makes you feel better, you've seen me naked now. So you have some dirt on me."

“Yeah," Tracey chirped, still tapping idly on his phone. “And neither of us are gonna rat on you, hun."

Milo hummed, nodded solemnly. He said, “I guess you're right," and shifted in his chair. His bushy tail swept on the ground. “I just haven't really spoken about that night to anyone. The experience was…surreal."

Reggie's ears perked at those words. Desperately, he attempted, and failed, to act casual. He was practically chomping at the bit for this gossip, after all. So he asked, “How was it surreal?"

Milo, still quite embarrassed, could not look Reggie in the eyes. He then admitted, “W–well, Tracey was right. I, uh, I put on a leash, and…" He gulped, stared at the building across the street. “Adrian paraded me around the office. I–it was all caught on tape. And, uh… we both fucked in a conference room." Milo then released a nervous chuckle, rubbed the back of his head. “It was some of the best sex I've ever had… before I was caught, that is."

Reggie seemed near-enchanted by that description. He said, “Aside from getting caught, that sounds… pretty amazing."

“You think so?" Milo asked, and finally met Reggie's stare. “It's been pretty humiliating for me, you know. I hate being stared at all the time."

Tracey raised an eyebrow. He teased, “I dunno, Milo. You sure you're not an exhibitionist?"

Milo pouted in reply. He lied, “Oh come on. I'm not an exhibitionist."

Before Tracey could reply, however, his phone rang. It jiggled the thick glass countertop for only a moment before Tracey raised the receiver to his ear.

“Yeah?" he chirped. And then: “Cool. I'll be right down." The ram then placed his phone down on the table, quickly donning his shirt and pants. He explained, “A package came in. I'm gonna put it in our apartment before the neighbors steal our mail."

“Good idea," Milo said. “I don't assume you need help?"

Tracey simply shook his head. He teased, “You two should get some time alone. I'll be back in two shakes of a ram's tail." And with a wiggle of his butt, the boy trotted toward the roof door, then disappeared beyond it.

The door closed with a loud clang, prompting Reggie and Milo to glance at each other in the resultant silence. They not-so-secretly gazed at each others' bodies – Reggie's chubby thighs caught Milo's attention – and resisted the urge to make out. Instead, Reggie asked:

“Do you want to cuddle for a bit?"

And Milo replied:

“S–sure. Tracey brought a towel, so we could… lay on that."

And awkwardly, like foals taking their first steps, the two laid the towel on the ground. They then laid bashfully across from one another, propped up on their sides. Their tails whipped in the wind.

Reggie stretched his back and asked, “Milo …if you could go back and undo that night in the office, would you do it?"

Milo thought for a moment and replied, “I don't know." A beat, and then: “I don't think so."

Reggie nodded. “I'm not surprised," he said. “It seems like the experience really opened you up. You're usually such a prude."

The pair then went silent. Milo squirmed as he felt Reggie's gaze bore into him. Avoiding eye contact, Milo stared at the cloudless sky.

He breathed, “I don't like who I am. I don't think I know who I am, either."

Reggie frowned. He asked, “What do you mean?"

Milo huffed. He admitted, “You've probably gotten this vibe from me, but… I'm kinda a gay mess. And I don't know how to stop it." He paused. “Like, I keep getting into crazy sexual situations against my better judgment, and then regretting it later. But I also kinda don't regret it? Like, these experiences make me who I am. And I don't want to diminish that." Milo then puckered his lips, balled his fists. “Do you… understand?"

For a moment, Reggie was still. Then he said: “Yeah, I get it. I feel the same way, actually."

“Really?"

“Yeah," Reggie replied. “Figuring yourself out is hard. I don't know how Tracey is so confident."

Milo scoffed. “I know, right? He's a menace."

“At least we can bond over his antics together."

“Yeah," Milo said. “Yeah, I… I guess you're right." He then sighed and added: “I'm sorry for being such an asshole these past few weeks, Reggie."

Reggie smiled, shuffled his legs. “It's okay," he responded. “I've been kinda catty myself. It's been weird having competition in the office for once." He then paused, added: “But… thank you for the apology. Really, it means a lot."

Milo hummed contently. “It's no problem," he said, and looked askance. Butterflies danced in his chest. He suddenly felt the urge to feel Reggie's skin against his own.

“Hey, Reggie… if you don't mind, can I ask you a question?"

“Sure," Reggie replied. “What's up?"

“Can I… kiss you?" Milo asked.

Reggie recoiled; he clearly hadn't expected Milo to take initiative. But nonetheless, he replied: “Yeah. Um, sure. I'd… be lying if I said I didn't want this."

And slowly, gently, the pair held one another. Milo pressed his palm onto the small of Reggie's back, then planted a chaste kiss on the horse's lips. Reggie's dick flared against the lithe fox's abdomen as they writhed. A tiny yelp escaped Milo as Reggie grabbed at his ass, the couple's movements quickly devolving into pleasured squirms and moans.

“Reggie…" Milo breathed. “Fuck, I've been waiting for this. Keep – ah! – going…"

“Gladly," Reggie replied. “God, your ass is amazing."

Amidst their moans, and amidst the bustle of the city, Milo's ears then perked. Faintly, he could hear the slamming of doors below them. A torrent of footsteps, a cacophony of eager voices. After a few moments, Milo realized the obvious: People were coming up the staircase to the roof.

“Reggie, people are–"

But before Milo could finish, the door to the roof had swung open. Tracey emerged triumphantly from the opening, his arms splayed, a smug grin on his face, as he eyed the entwined couple.

“Lover boys, look alive! I've brought a surprise!" he announced, and gave a small curtsy toward the darkness beyond. “First up, we've got Milo's favorite resident top… Adrian Iliovichi!"

In disbelief, Milo then watched as his boyfriend, Adrian, emerged into the daylight. Adrian's broad shoulders were just barely covered by a sweat-stained tank top, his legs surrounded by a pair of loose red basketball shorts.

“Wow," Adrian bellowed, and hovered his hand over his eyes. “You were right, Tracey. It's beautiful up here. A good break from the gym."

Milo could hardly believe his eyes. He hurriedly attempted to cover himself, gliding his hands over package, only to notice that he was fully erect – and covered in Reggie's saliva. “A–Adrian! Oh my gosh."

The otter then caught sight of Milo, squinted in the boy's direction. “Oh my," he breathed. “Milo, you're looking adorable!" He then pointed at Reggie and asked, “And who's this? Were you two frotting or something?"

“H–he's a coworker," Milo stammered. “I swear, we weren't… we were just…" Milo then raised himself to his elbows, red in the face, and rubbed his eyes. His dick flopped onto his tum as he asked, “Wait, wait. Did Tracey invite you here?"

“Yeah," Adrian replied. “And I'm not the only one."

And, as if on cue, from behind Adrian emerged a tall, well-built wolf. His bare chest betrayed a muscled set of gray-furred pecs. Planting his claws on his hips, the wolf's piercing blue eyes scanned the roof, then locked onto Reggie.

“Been a while, Reggie," he growled, and licked his lips. “Prey-like as ever. Been doing squats?"

Now, it was Reggie's turn to be shocked. His lips curled into a nervous grin, his equine cock flared excitedly against his chest.

“Gavin?" he asked. “Oh my god… it's been months. You look great."

Gavin then flashed his signature wolfish smile, folded his arms. “Thanks. Yaknow, I'm honestly amazed your friend Tracey managed to find me." A chuckle, and then: “Turns out we've matched before on Grindr. When I heard you were here, I just had to take a peek… and it turns out I was right. Your hips are as wide as ever."

“O–oh," Reggie breathed. “Well, I'm flattered, haha."

Milo then looked on as the pair caught up, his mouth hung open in shock. Not only had Tracey taken away his clothes and stranded him on the roof, but he'd deliberately invited two tops to witness it. There was no doubt in his mind now: Tracey was the most evil person Milo had ever met.

“I–I can't believe you did this," Milo barked at Tracey. His body felt unexpectedly hot, as if his embarrassment were eating him up from the inside. His limbs shook with anxiety, his dick quivered. “You planned all this out… just to humiliate me?"

“Yep!" Tracey announced proudly. “I just thought you looked so cute with your clothes off. Other people needed to see it!" He flashed a disingenuous grin. “And who better than your boyfriend, hm? Aren't I a genius?"

Milo scoffed. “More like a total pervert! What do you even hope to gain from all this?" he asked. “Do you expect us all to fuck? Seriously?"

“I dunno," Tracey replied. “Let's see what our guests think."

Adrian laughed, rolled his eyes. “Honestly? I was kinda hoping for it," he said. “But if you don't wanna have sex with us, Milo, that's fine. I'd just hate to let your body go to waste, yaknow?"

“After everything that's happened today? I really don't think I can," Milo contested. “This afternoon has been insane, Adrian. First of all, Tracey tricked me into getting naked… a–and then he stole my underwear!" Milo gulped, tried to muster some semblance of confidence. “And anyway, Reggie and I were just doing a little kissing_._ That's it. Really!"

Gavin scoffed. “Sure," he said. “Just making out… naked… and hard, too. Like normal coworkers do."

Milo's chest tightened. His thighs shook, his breaths were unsteady. Four pairs of eyes centered on the sputtering fox, causing him to shrivel. “I–I swear, I… I…" He then sighed, bit his lip. “Just… out of curiosity… what did you want to do, Adrian?"

Adrian smirked. “I was thinking about that as I walked here," he said. “And honestly, I'd love to rail you while Gavin fucks your friend. Hell, I think you'd look really cute kissing Reggie while I'm inside you. If that's alright, that is."

“I–I…I dunno…" Milo stuttered. “I mean, this is all really sudden."

Gavin stretched his arms over his head, exposing his toned pectorals. He said, “Milo, if you don't want to be a part of this, you can leave. No one is stopping you." He then licked his lips, added: “I'll be taking Reggie for myself no matter what."

Milo's ears perked. “Well, I never said no," he pouted, and cleared his throat. “I guess if you're going to do it anyways, then I'll… try it. But I'll probably stop before the actual sex." He then turned to Reggie and asked, “What do you think?"

“Me?" Reggie asked, as if surprised. He twirled his hair flirtatiously as he then said: “Well, I mean… my brain is screaming at me not to do this, but…" He gulped. “Well, Gavin traveled all the way here. It would be kinda rude not to indulge a little, haha."

Gavin smiled at Reggie's invitation. “How considerate," he growled, and approached the prone Reggie. “Can't resist your master, I see. Let's see if you moan as loud as I remember, hm?"

The wolf then straddled Reggie's lap, his strong thighs squeezing Reggie's soft waist. In a flash, his large hands had wrapped themselves around Reggie's thin wrists, pinning the poor boy to the ground. Milo and Adrian looked on in a mix of shock and arousal; meanwhile, Tracey sat himself at the nearby table, casually sipping his ice-cold water, ready to reap the fruits of his perversion.

“There we go," Tracey cooed. “Now give Reggie a kiss, Gavin. Show Milo what he's missing."

Gavin scoffed, replied: “Sure. But I don't need you to tell me what to do." And then, like a predator devouring prey, Gavin pressed his gray muzzle against Reggie's soft lips. The horse's cock flared as he felt himself overtaken by the gargantuan wolf; his arms writhed, futile grunts fell from his maw. Gavin, however, was quite a bit stronger than him. Reggie didn't stand a chance of breaking free.

“Now, Reggie… I have a command for you," Gavin breathed. “Tell everyone that you're my bitch. Go on."

“Wh–what?" Reggie sputtered, his mouth momentarily freed from Gavin's toothy maw. “You can't be serious. I'm not – I'm not going to…"

“Oh?" Gavin teased, running his claws over the horse's smooth face. “After all the time we've spent together, now is the time you refuse to comply?" The wolf then scowled, ordered: “Say you're my bitch. Now. You know you want it."

Reggie's eyes filled with terror. He glanced at Milo – slack-jawed and erect – and then back at his captor. Against his will, Reggie could feel his most repressed feelings bubbling to the surface.

“I… I'm Gavin's bitch," Reggie whined, his chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut. The words involuntarily poured from his mouth,as if someone else was saying them. “It feels so good when you hold me down, and mount me, and kiss me, and… please give me more."

Gavin scoffed. “You've always been easy to break," he growled, and stuffed his maw in the crook of Reggie's neck. His breath warmed Reggie's nape, his tongue lapping along Reggie's shoulder, his collarbone. Gavin added: “To be honest… I love how pathetic you are. You're a real treat."

The wolf then suctioned his lips gently on Reggie's neck, his fangs sinking into the horse's skin, his tongue lapping at the boy's flesh. Reggie couldn't help but writhe and groan as he felt himself overtaken, but Gavin held him firmly against the ground. Gavin eventually released Reggie's flesh with a quiet pop, stared down at the hickey he'd left on the boy's neck.

“Your skin is beautiful," Gavin snarled. “But by the end of today, everyone will know who owns you."

Off to the side, Milo observed the scene with great interest. His legs awkwardly locked, his arms held against his chest, he couldn't look away. The sight as positively enrapturing.

“Hey," Adrian said, and clapped his palm on Milo's back. He flashed a warm smile and asked, “You alright, hun?"

Milo gulped, chuckled nervously. “Yeah," he said. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just… oh gosh, I'm nervous."

Adrian hummed. He said, “I know, honey. And I can tell how badly you want this… but if you decide not to join, that's fine." He smiled, added: “Take things at your own pace."

Take things at your own pace. Those words bounced around Milo's skull, echoed in his ears. Deep in his heart, Milo knew how badly he wanted to be used, humiliated, embarrassed. And during moments like this – when he was forced to choose – something inside of him seemed to possess him, urging him forward.

“I…I, um…" Milo shuffled his feet. A small drop of precum dribbled past his shaft, onto his exposed thighs, and betrayed his excitement. He then shook his head, said: “I guess some kissing couldn't hurt. As long as it's with you, haha."

“Yeah?" Adrian asked, clearly happy with Milo's decision. “Do I make you feel safe?"

Milo smiled bashfully, admitted: “Unironically? Yes." He then wrapped his arms around Adrian's sizable waist, looked up at the otter's earnest gaze. “You bring me a lot of comfort, actually."

Adrian then brought Milo close, pressing their chests against one another, and planted soft kisses along the fox's neck. Milo squirmed as the familiar warmth of Adrian's strong arms enveloped him, his tail swishing frantically against the table to his side.

“I–I love you," Milo breathed. Every little kiss made Milo melt; moans flew involuntarily from his mouth as he felt himself tenderly violated by Adrian. The otter squeezed Milo's shoulder blades, plunged his tongue inside of Milo's mouth. The sudden onslaught caught Milo completely off-guard; he nearly fell limp, as if he were melting in Adrian's arms. Something else, however, aroused Milo even more: Everyone was watching him.

Milo could hardly think; he felt himself overwhelmed by the warmth of Adrian's breath, the undulations of his muscled arms, the feeling of his hands sinking into Milo's pillowy ass. Milo could feel Adrian's cock burgeoning from beneath those thin gym shorts, pressing up against his own, its top throbbing on Milo's tummy.

Suddenly, a yelp rang out from behind Milo - it was Reggie. Milo and Adrian then turned to see Gavin, naked, waving them over. The man knelt behind a prone Reggie, the boy's plump ass upturned in anticipation. Reggie huffed, his face red, as he felt Gavin then slap his ass once more.

Reggie was clearly humiliated at the gesture. His entire body quivered, attempting desperately to stay upright, as the entire roof stared at his throbbing equine dick. Spurts of precum already stretched between his flared length and the towel beneath, his tail slowly wagging to and fro.

“Doesn't he look delectable?" Gavin teased. “Look at how huge his ass is. God, I can't wait to dig in."

Tracey giggled. “He has such a big cock for a bottom, too," he teased. “Practically useless for a top like you, though, haha."

Those comments set Reggie's loins aflame. He couldn't believe that he was being so thoroughly dominated. He was no longer a competent worker, or a leader, or a public speaker; he was a cocksleeve. Just a cocksleeve, meant for nothing but his master's pleasure. The realization made him whine, uselessly bucking his hips forward, lust leaking from his tip.

Gavin then motioned to Adrian. He said, “Come here, and let's fuck these two together. What do you say?"

Adrian flashed a devilish smile, gazed expectedly at Milo. “Well?" Adrian asked. “What do you think?"

Milo froze. So badly, he wanted to consent. He wanted Adrian to own him, to compliment his breeding hips, his pathetic cock. The desire burned him up inside.

As Milo made his decision, he happened to meet Reggie's gaze. There, Milo recognized only the absent stare of a desperate slut. In that moment, he felt positively envious. Milo had made up his mind.

The fox's heart pleaded with him to step away. But instead, he said:

“Adrian, I need this. Fuck me."

Milo then sauntered before Reggie, knelt down, and presented his ass to Adrian. A needy whine escaped his lips as his ass swayed, beckoning Adrian forward.

“I–I feel like I'm in heat," Milo sputtered, glancing needily over his shoulder. “Please, Adrian, I… I need you. I need you to prove you own me. Just fucking use me."

Now, it was Adrian's turn to blush. He had never felt so viscerally needed before; and he was not about to let this opportunity go to waste.

“Of course," he replied, and tossed his pants to the side. His large package hung free between his legs now, his balls churning excitedly at the sight of his lover's puckered asshole. “I'll gladly prove that you're mine, honey."

Tracey felt positively ecstatic as he watched the situation unfold. Positioning himself between the two bottoms, the ram reclined in his chair and sipped at his water, contented with his view: Milo and Reggie, face-to-face, as their respective tops loomed over them – the moment just before penetration.

And in that moment, Milo couldn't help but reflect on the absurdity of this encounter. Here he was, gazing lustfully into the eyes of someone he'd hated only one day prior. Now, however, Milo finally respected Reggie – not just as a coworker, but as a friend… and perhaps a lover.

Behind Reggie, that gargantuan empty building loomed. Milo shot one more glance in its direction, but didn't see anything beyond the veneer of the building's windows. The sight caused the last of his inhibitions to crumble – he was safe now. And he needed Adrian inside him.

That wish was granted shortly thereafter. Adrian hovered his dick before Milo's entrance, then slowly pushed his length inward. Milo gasped as he felt Adrian enter him, the otter's hands tightly curling around Milo's wide hips.

“F–fuck," Adrian moaned. “You're tight, Milo."

Reggie felt much the same. The horse attempted, and failed, to stifle pathetic groans as Gavin forced himself inside of him. Unlike Adrian, however, Gavin was quite rough. The burly wolf's hips harshly slapped again and again against Reggie's backside, his chest hunched over Reggie's back, causing Reggie to collapse into a twitching, moaning mess.

And, without thinking, Reggie then lunged forward and planted a kiss on Milo's lips. Milo received the gesture enthusiastically, taking Reggie's tongue inside himself, groaning as he was penetrated from both ends. A thin string of lust leaked from Milo's cock as he felt himself violated, used, ogled… all while being watched by Tracey. The thought of so many men seeing him at his most vulnerable made his mind melt; any thoughts, any anxieties, were soon quelled by the sickly sweet taste of Reggie's mouth.

Unbeknownst to Milo, however, Tracey was not watching. In only a minute, the mischievous ram had snuck away from the glass table. There laid two piles of clothes: one Milo's, one Reggie's, both laid in neat stacks. Tracey methodically grabbed both, and – after checking whether he'd been seen – casually dumped the clothes over the side of the roof. They drifted to the ground like dry leaves, dancing in the wind the entire way down.

Tracey couldn't help but smile. Without a doubt, this was his most successful gambit yet. He'd managed to supremely humiliate both his roommate and Milo's coworker. And the best part?

The afternoon was far from over.

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Milo donned a weary smile. He cradled a half-full bottle of water in his hand, idly swishing its contents above a wooden conference table. A small tornado swirled inside.

“I'm serious, Reggie. Seeing those smiles today made it all worth it," Milo remarked. “I really felt in my element on-stage. Sweaty, and scared… but also really, really good."

Reggie nodded from across the table, reclining in his seat. “Oh yeah," he guffawed, “Those stage lights are brutal. I was a total horse in headlights."

“God, don't I know it," Milo joked. He tapped his dress shoe against the conference table's leg, took a big breath. “I just get such a thrill out of public speaking. It's a big, scary, sweaty adrenaline rush. And… I'm really glad to have shared it with you."

Reggie smiled. “Yeah," he replied. “I feel the same way. Working with you has been a really nice change of pace." He paused, then: “I'm actually a little sad to go back to working on my own. It's gonna be boring."

Milo winked, flirted: “Well, maybe sometime we'll recreate that afternoon again. That is, if you can get ahold of Gavin."

The horse snorted. He replied, “Of course. Gavin's always on Grindr. I could message him now and he'd answer the call." Reggie then chirped: “Oh, speaking of doms… do you know why Lily called this meeting?"

Milo smirked, still staring at the tiny tornado in his water bottle. He said, “I wouldn't be surprised if Lily wanted to celebrate everything. I think we made a great impression – our stock price is about to skyrocket."

Reggie smiled warmly. He then raised his bottle, as if proposing a toast. “To Lentigo, then," he chirped.

“To Lentigo," Milo replied, then slammed his bottle onto the table with a hearty cackle. And just as he set it down, the pitter-patter of nearby footsteps caught his attention. A crowd approached from the hall.

Into the conference room then walked those three familiar women – Lily, Amelia, and Steph – each dressed in a dapper black suit. Giddy smiles plastered their faces, champagne glasses adorning their paws, as the girls chattered amongst themselves.

“Hey, y'all," Milo chirped, and pointed at the wine bottle in Lily's grasp. “Is that for everyone?"

Lily flashed a smirk. Her voice was sickly sweet as she replied: “Milo! Of course it is. You're the man of the hour, after all."

“Yeah!" Steph agreed, tiny vulpine teeth poking from her maw. “Milo, Reggie, you two did amazing out there. We're all so proud of you. Both of you."

“R–really… you were both wonderful," Amelia added. She mustered a timid nod, took a sip from her glass. “You're naturals on the conference floor."

“Thank you," Milo replied. In truth, he was a little taken aback. There was something…strange… about how the girls spoke. They were almost too kind. Attempting to discern the cause, Milo shot an incredulous glance at Reggie. Reggie returned the glance with a shrug; he clearly didn't seem too worried.

“So, are we just here to celebrate?" Reggie asked. “Because I could really use some celebration right now. I was on my feet for five hours today."

Lily thumped that bottle of champagne on the table, then made a beeline for the computer. Above her, a ceiling-mounted projector whirred. “Yep," she replied. “We're just here to celebrate. And, well, discuss some future plans. Just minor stuff."

“Planning? Now?" Reggie pouted. Anguish washed over him. “Aaaaah, I'm so tired. But… if we must. Just don't expect me to skimp on the champagne."

Milo pursed his lips. For some reason, he felt the bristles on his neck raise. “What… future plans?" he asked.

Steph then took a seat next to Milo; Amelia sat next to Reggie. Lily stood at the room's front, and a projector screen whirred as it lowered itself behind her. She stared at her computer screen with a near-manic grin.

“Well, now that the conference is done… we have some decisions to make," Lily announced. As the projector warmed up, a faint impression of her desktop appeared at the front of the room. The feline then straightened her suit and continued, “But first… I'd like to tell you about a party I attended last Saturday afternoon. If you'd humor me, that is."

“That's… fine," Milo muttered. Memories flooded him as he attempted to discern where this was going. Last Saturday… that was the day he had that orgy on the roof. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. What was Lily doing?

Reggie seemed less trepidatious. He hunched over the table, suddenly interested. “You went to a party?" he said. “What kind?"

“It was a bachelorette party," Lily admitted. Her eyes remained fixated on the computer screen. “It was a beautiful event. Interior design was sublime. But, um… we had a problem."

Suddenly, a photo appeared on-screen; sneakily, Lily had opened a slideshow on the projector. White and violet lights illuminated a packed dance floor, an empty center stage. In the corner of the photo, a bartender served drinks.

“The problem was," Lily continued, “we had hired a few strippers to liven up the party. But they ended up falling through. It was quite a disappointment. What's a party without eye candy?"

Lily clicked on the keyboard. The projector then showed a picture of four huge, tidy windows in a line. Each seemed to gaze outward onto the street. Milo could feel his blood freeze.

Were those windows…?

“We rented out the top few floors of a high-rise for this party. It was… quite luxurious," Lily explained. “Now, some of you may find these windows familiar. But here's something you may not have known about them: they are one-sided. Which means that partygoers could look outward, but others can't look in." She smiled. “It's just a quirk of the space… I can't believe no one had rented it out before us."

Milo's hackles raised. Panic burgeoned within his chest, causing him to sputter and shake. Desperately, Milo attempted to muster an unflappable expression as he said: “Windows? Why would I recognize… windows?"

Milo then looked around the room, attempting to gauge the others' reactions. Amelia smiled bashfully, tapping her fingers on the table; Steph stared at him with a predatory grin. Reggie, however, looked on with pure shock. His jaw hung open as he stared at the screen.

Lily said, “Milo… be honest. Do these windows look familiar to you?"

“N–no," Milo retorted. His mouth was dry, sweat formed beads on his forehead. “I don't know what you're talking about."

The feline grinned. “Then let me refresh your memory," she hissed. “Because, on this Saturday, we were blessed with an absolute spectacle on the roof below these windows. Much better than any strip show could muster."

No. There was no way. Not again.

Lily clicked the keyboard once more. And lo and behold, there appeared a high-resolution photo of Milo and Reggie, just as they were that day: nude, bent over, their mouths entwined, as they were simultaneously fucked by Gavin and Adrian. More than that, Milo seemed to be in absolute bliss. Sticky lust leaked from between his thighs. Tendrils of saliva stretched from his maw along the ridge of Reggie's chin, his plump ass and throbbing cock on full display.

The image struck unimaginable fear into Milo. Blush overran his face, his heart raced. Somehow, some way, he wanted this whole situation to go away – for somehow, this whole thing to be a dream. But alas, it was not.

“Th–that's…" Milo cleared his throat, smacked his lips. “That's me…"

Steph guffawed, breaking the awed silence of the meeting room. “Yep, and you look amazing," she howled. “Seriously, look at the way that dude squishes your thighs! It's Adrian behind you, right?"

Before Milo could respond, Amelia piped up. “Y–yeah, that's Adrian. I recognize him from the office tapes," she said. A beat, and then: “Gosh, I've watched those tapes a hundred times now, haha… I guess I'm kind of a fan."

“Y–you… saw me? All of you?" Milo echoed. It felt like he was punched in the gut. “How much did you…?"

Lily smacked her lips. She eyed Milo like prey, clearly taking pleasure in his humiliation.

The feline explained, “There were some expensive cameras set up at the party. They were originally meant to capture the dance floor, but… needless to say, we found a much better use for them." She then motioned toward the screen, said: “Believe it or not, this is only the tip of the iceberg. We captured so much more."

Reggie struggled to speak. His tail whipped along the ground, his voice cracked, his lips flailed. He'd forgotten until now just how entranced he was by Gavin and Milo – in that picture, his eyes appeared to be glazed over, his equine cock captured mid-throb. A drizzle of precum dripped from his glans onto the cheap towel below.

Steph nudged Milo, pointed at the screen. “Is your tail wagging there?" she teased. “Wow, you're a real bottom, huh. Oh, and are you and Reggie an item now? You really seemed to like making out with him."

“N–no!" Milo sputtered. “I, uh – this was just a one-time… I, um…"

Another click. A short video then played, about ten seconds long: Milo and Reggie's lithe bodies on full frontal display as they were upheld by their respective tops, fucked full-Nelson style. Milo's face contorted in unbridled pleasure as he bounced on Adrian's thick cock, near-limp in the otter's embrace. Halfway through the clip, Milo then tensed up, his face reddening, his chest heaving, as came onto himself. Strings of lust shot from his cock all over his tummy, coating his fur white.

“Wow," Lily muttered. “Milo, do you really cum that easily? Even I can't cum from just penetration."

Steph laughed, replied: “Lily, he's a total slut. And a hopeless bottom, too. Of course he can cum hands-free."

“God, his ass looks so good there," Amelia added. “I can even see him tensing up. Ah, it's so cute!"

Lily chuckled, swished the glass in her hand. “Milo is positively adorable, I agree," she cooed. “When he thinks no one is watching, he's positively delectable. If you'll notice, his eyes even roll back when he's about to orgasm."

Another click. There now shone a video of Milo, splayed wide on a towel, as Reggie laid backwards on top of him. Partygoers chattered in the background, poking fun at the boys, as they watched him suckle along Reggie's length. Spittle formed tendrils between Reggie's churning balls and Milo's lips. To the side, Tracey was spit roasted between Adrian and Gavin.

“Oh my god! I can see Reggie's asshole pucker from this angle," Steph blurted. “Look, look – right there."

Amelia giggled. “Mhm! I think Milo is gagging there, too. I guess he can't take it that deep, haha."

Lily chuckled. “Hey now," she interjected. “Let's not underestimate Milo. I'm sure he's an extraordinaire in oral sex."

The girls then broke out into laughter, smacking their palms excitedly on the table. Their voices formed a horrific cacophony for Milo, sending him spiraling into a vortex of embarrassment and shame. This was his second time being so thoroughly exposed to the office – and this time, he was forced to listen to their live reactions. It made his blood run cold.

Milo then looked at Reggie for reassurance, only to be met with utter shock. This was Reggie's first time being so thoroughly exposed, after all; the horse's spine tingled, his face beet-red, his hands clamped on the table. Reggie was gripped with the desire to run out of the room, but couldn't bear to move. As such, he played unwilling audience to his own public humiliation.

“W–well, at least they didn't tape that one thing," Reggie sputtered.

Milo swallowed. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. “Knowing them?" he asked, “I'm almost certain they did. And I'm dreading it."

“Is this what you're talking about?" Lily teased. She then glided her fingers along the keyboard and opened another video. At first, the camera provided a zoomed-out shot of the roof; it then zoomed inward, providing a clear shot of the scene below. Tracey and Reggie were thrusting into Milo from either end; and on either side of his body, Milo was busy jerking off both Adrian and Gavin.

Upon seeing that footage, Milo sunk in his seat. His toes curled in horror, his breaths stinted and fast.

On-screen, Tracey's face contorted in pleasure as he thrust himself deeply inside Milo's throat. The crowd could see him mouthing something – cackles broke out as the crowd speculated about his words.

“I bet he's calling Milo's name," one woman speculated.

“Yeah," another agreed. “Not that the femboy can hear him. I think he's in his own little world right now."

More laughter erupted in the conference room. Steph tapped Milo, flashed a smug grin. “Well? Was he calling your name?" she asked. “Look at how he's grabbing your hair, too. I guess you are amazing at head."

Milo attempted to give a retort, but he couldn't think straight. The video seemed to burn itself into his mind – his blissed-out face front and center there, the sound of womens' raucous laughter. It all coalesced into a horrid milieu of shame, embarrassment, and guilt. And more than that, the girls loved it.

“He's even using both hands," Amelia muttered. “Milo must really be aiming to please."

Lily sipped from her glass, added: “Oh, you know Milo. Even in sex, he's a tryhard." Another sip. “Reggie, your ass looks great there. Frankly, I clocked you as a bottom… I'm surprised you could top at all."

“W–well…" Reggie attempted to formulate a retort, but only managed to trip over his tongue. His mind raced as he tried to think of some way out of this – perhaps he could say the footage was faked, photoshopped, something. But he said instead: “I–I swear, this isn't what it looks like."

Lily raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?" she asked. “Because I can't think of any other explanation."

“Let's face it," Steph blurted, and waved her hand. “You both are total sluts. There's no use hiding it anymore."

“B–but you're cute!" Amelia interjected, attempting to lighten the mood. “I, um, think you're both really attractive, and your bodies are amazing, and…"

The raccoon then trailed off. Briefly, the conference room was bathed in the bustle of partygoers on-screen. Every part of the boys' bodies was utterly objectified there; absolutely nothing went unscrutinized.

“That fox's ass… it's fucking fat, huh?"

“And his face, too. He's really into it."

“I wish I was one of those tops."

“I hope the horse cums on his face. That slut looks like he'd totally get off on it."

Milo's breath shivered as he listened intently to the recording. Immortalized there was his ultimate humiliation, the career-ending exposé he'd always feared. The spectacle of his own downfall nearly took his breath away.

Lily smirked, readied herself over the keyboard. “But wait," she said. “We're not done yet. There's one more video I wanted to show you – my personal favorite."

This time, the video showed an exterior view of Milo's apartment window. Against the glass braced both Milo and Reggie, their faces ragged, as Adrian and Gavin went to work behind them. Milo's cock pounded up against the glass again and again, in rhythm with his racing heart, spewing a thin strand of precum onto the pane. The boy's breath fogged the glass.

“Seems you didn't care if people saw you anymore," Lily teased. “Your ego seems to melt when you're getting fucked. I suppose that's true of all cocksleeves, though."

Milo knew what was coming – this wasn't the end of the video. “Turn it off," he muttered. His voice was breathy, pathetic, tinged with the slightest bit of panic. “Please, I… I've seen enough."

“Oh no, no," Steph barked. “We're gonna watch this until the end. We haven't even seen the money shot yet. I've been waiting for this."

And thus Milo and Reggie remained glued to their seats, watching helplessly as their counterparts brokenly moaned on-screen. The pair locked hands as they were mutually bred, sparing tender glances at one another as Adrian and Gavin wrecked their insides. Their pathetic cocks then stiffened, their mouths gasped, as orgasms wracked them both. Thick strings of lust shot from their quivering cocks as Adrian and Gavin burrowed themselves hilt-deep inside of them. The tops' palms pressed harshly against the pane.

Here it comes. Milo groaned in anticipation, buried his head in his hands.

After their orgasms had passed, Adrian and Gavin removed themselves from Milo and Reggie. The tops exhaustedly wiped the sweat from their foreheads, made quick remarks to their bottoms, then began to chat as they basked in the afterglow.

The bottoms, however, were not so unfazed. After two hours of sex, their legs visibly shook, unable to support their bodies. They held onto each other for stability, awkwardly stumbling side-to-side as they struggled to keep upright.

Fuck.

And, just as Milo remembered, he and Reggie braced themselves against the window pane. In a gratuitous show of sluttiness, they then pressed their asses flush against the glass, helplessly displaying themselves to the street below. Cum gushed from their assholes and coated the glass, dripping downward onto their legs like a grotesque waterfall.

“Woah!" Amelia gawked. “How much did he cum in you, Milo?"

Steph scoffed. “Looks like three loads… at least. I should've guessed you were a total cumdump, Milo. What, with your big ass and all."

Lily then paused the video, stood straight. Her gaze passed over the entire room in the resultant silence, focusing particularly on Reggie and Milo, before she cracked a demented grin. “So as you can see, it seems we're in the presence of two adorable guests of honor today." She then motioned toward Milo, added: “Milo. How do you feel about this?"

“M–me?" the fox sputtered. His legs coiled tightly around one another, hiding his burgeoning erection. “I feel fucking… humiliated… and, and – I can't believe you would–"

Steph then patted the desk, interrupted: “Hey Milo, why don't you strip down? It doesn't feel right for you to be clothed."

“I… what?" Milo sputtered. He could feel his last shred of dignity slipping from his grasp. “I don't… Why would you even suggest…?"

Lily scowled. “Come on, Milo. Up on the conference table," she ordered. “We've already seen your entire body on-video. Why not show it off here? I'm sure Reggie would love it."

“B–but…" Milo swallowed, fiddled with his hands. “This is so fucking embarrassing… I don't know if I can."

“Oh, you can," Lily sneered. She then lowered the blinds, pointed toward the table. “Now, Milo. On your hands and knees. With all we've seen, being clothed just doesn't feel right for you. Go on."

Tears nearly welled in Milo's eyes. Deep in his heart, he knew he could no longer deny it: He really, really liked being shown off. And against his better judgment, his fists clenched, his breaths unsteady, Milo readied himself for the final blow to his ego. He then began to disrobe, just as he did on the roof.

His button-up peeled smoothly past his lithe pecs, then his pants, his shoes, until the boy was fully nude. His erect cock sprung free from his underwear, throbbing uncontrollably as the entire room laid their eyes on it. And slowly, begrudgingly, the fox then crawled himself onto the cold wooden conference table. He situated himself on his hands and knees there, red in the face, his tail swishing, as the girls circled around him like sharks.

“Oh my god, he actually did it," Steph cried. “And his ass is just as chubby as the video, haha. No wonder Adrian was all over him."

Lily smacked her lips, swished her champagne glass. “I know," she cooed. “But it's not just his ass. It's everything. He's truly pathetic, hm?"

Even Reggie began to gawk at Milo. His eyes fixated on Milo's asshole, flitted along with the fox's wagging tail. He watched as Milo's face scrunched into a mix of horror and arousal, adrenaline making the fox's thin limbs shake.

“I can't believe this is the end," Milo muttered. His voice was quiet, defeated. “You are gonna fire me… right, Lily? I…I can't imagine returning to work after all this."

Lily then rounded the table, approaching Milo's face. She laid a single finger under his chin, tilted it upward to meet her gaze. Her demeanor appeared almost motherly.

The feline then said, “No, Milo. I'm not firing you." A light chuckle as Lily adjusted her glasses. “If I'm going to be honest with you, Milo, our work dynamic is the most fun I've had in years. It's certainly strange, and definitely unprofessional… but I can't help but feel grateful for how slutty you are." A pause, and then: “Plus, you're genuinely good at your job. And I really don't want to rehire your position."

Milo huffed, recoiled. “So you're not… upset?" he asked. “Really?"

Lily laughed. “No, I'm not upset. Seeing you having sex isn't an issue for us, so long as you keep it sufficiently private next time." A pause. “And to be honest, the party was boring before we saw you," she admitted. “You really saved our asses – I was about to go home early."

“O–oh."

“But… before we get too happy, we do have something else to discuss," Lily admitted, and sighed. “And truthfully, Milo… I don't know if you'll like it. Hell, I don't know if you'll believe it."

Milo raised an eyebrow. His tail drooped. He asked, “Wh–what is it?"

Lily shuffled her feet. “Well… Milo, I've been talking to my superiors, and they've been wanting to form an aggressive marketing push for a long time," she explained. “But until now, the Board of Trustees hasn't been able to agree on a model, an idea, anything. That is… until you." A pause, a sly smile. “Milo, they really like you. All of them. And this whole… incident… cemented that."

“Wait… what?" Milo asked, dumbfounded.

Lily nodded, took a sip of champagne. “A few months ago, I pitched the idea of a 'sex-positive housing brand' to the Board. I used you as an example for a model. And I never thought they would take it, but… believe it or not, they're rallying behind you." She cleared her throat. “They actually want you to star in a few skimpy adverts – nothing serious. Just showing your chest, some half-nude shots. Stuff like that. They think it'd help us expand to a younger market."

Milo could hardly believe his ears. He shifted uncomfortably on his hands and knees, his cock lazily bobbing up and down. A confused frown adorned his maw as he asked, “Are you… serious? This isn't a joke?"

The feline shook her head. “Absurdly enough, this isn't a joke," she replied. “Of course, the Board would like to meet with you about all this. They'll probably give you a couple new leadership responsibilities, too, seeing as you'd be the new face of Lentigo…"

“Wait, wait, wait," Steph interjected. “Are you kidding me? Milo gets to be the new face of the brand? After all this, too? He's a total slut!"

Lily then shot a devastating glance in Steph's direction, replied: “Steph, this is not your decision. Please stay quiet." She then turned to Milo, met his trembling gaze, and asked: “Milo, what do you think?"

“I–I dunno," Milo mumbled. Thoughts raced uncontrollably in his head. “What if these recent videos leak? It… it would be horrible. For me and the company."

“Don't worry about that," Lily replied. “I've… painstakingly, I might add… collected all records of the event," she explained, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “And even if this event does get out, we'll spin it as a marketing stunt." She waved her hand. “We can talk about this contingency more with the Board, of course… but for now, try not to worry."

Milo scoffed. He pouted, “I assume you'll be keeping a copy of all this for yourself, though."

“Yes! I'll be making copies for everyone in the room," Lily announced. “Including yourself, Reggie, should you be inclined."

The horse was taken aback by the suggestion; until this point, he'd been pleased to have the spotlight off of him. As the room turned to face him, he managed to pull himself together just enough to say: “No, I'm good. This has been the most embarrassing meeting of my life, and I, uh, just wanna forget about this. The best I can, anyway."

The girls laughed. Amelia timidly added, “Um, Lily, I'll definitely want a copy of all this. Just for my own… usage."

“Me, too," Steph contested. “For when I need something to laugh at." She paused, then guffawed:

“Although… with a body like that, maybe Milo should start an OnlyFans. Yaknow, something company-affiliated. Have him bottom on camera, too. Milo would really sell, don't you think, Lily?"

Amelia nodded. “I agree. It would be a huge push. Maybe he could get double-teamed."

Milo sputtered at the ludicrous suggestion. But before he could refute the idea, Lily barked: “Girls, absolutely not. That's too far, at least for an initial advertising push. Something that drastic should be saved as a last resort. We need to start smaller. Much smaller. Okay?"

The three girls then bickered in Milo's periphery. Meanwhile, Milo struggled to compose himself atop the conference table. His breaths quickened. His dick throbbed in-time with his racing heart. The prospect of being seen in such an aggressive ad campaign terrified him; but his future laying in the hands of these insane women terrified him more.

“Y–you all are crazy!" Milo blurted. The girls then turned to look at him, studying his scrunched maw. Milo continued: “Look, even if the Board likes me, I don't know if I could perform this kind of work. All of this is just too much. Way too much. Okay?!"

Lily huffed in reply, cleared her throat. “Milo, listen. Can I be honest with you for a minute?"

“Fine," Milo replied.

Lily then took a deep breath. “You… Milo Stefferson… are the only person I could imagine taking this job. Period," she said. Her intense gaze seemed to bore holes into Milo's skull. “Look at yourself, Milo. You're leaking all over the table at the slightest mention of an OnlyFans." She paused, and then: “Just admit it already, Milo. You're a slut. And a pathetic one, at that."

Milo was silent for a moment; truthfully, he hadn't recognized how aroused he was until now. All eyes were fixated on him, his dripping cock, and the small pool of precum below. He felt positively humiliated; irreversibly so. A leaden ball seemed to coalesce within his stomach.

Milo's life would never be the same.