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Trent stood stock still at attention. The wolf kept his back straight and shoulders squared as the ambassador and his son lapsed between English and their native tongue in the room behind him. He struck an imposing figure, his ebony fur blending into the black of his uniform. Anyone trying to meet with the ambassador would find themselves needing to get past the obelisk of lithe lupine muscle guarding it. Flanking the other side of the doorway stood a leopard dressed in the same outfit. Though he was significantly shorter than Trent, he still easily broke six feet, and had muscles that rippled as he shifted from paw to paw. Though they were in the embassy of a small nation, it was one that spared no expense on its diplomatic corps, and as a consequence the embassy had quite a few Secret Service agents like himself assigned to it. As far as the diplomats were concerned, the tall lupine was just a part of the furniture. The wolf stared straight ahead, trying his best not to look like he was listening in. He'd managed to learn a few basic phrases of the language, just enough to get by. But as far as he could tell they were conversing in regional dialect of some sort. All to say he couldn't comprehend the specifics, but he didn't really need to understand it to know what the two were arguing about.

At His Excellency's insistence, there were two agents assigned to protection detail for his son. It was understandable for a father to be concerned about the well-being of his son, especially when the political climate stoked a sense of xenophobia. The risk of abduction was very real one, but the buck was eighteen now and eager to be treated as an adult. The argument got fairly heated, but father and son seemed to finally come to an agreement. When the elder of the two elks spoke again, he did so in English, obviously addressing the two servicemen outside the door along with his son. The massive elk ran a paw over his face, shaking his head in exasperation. He seemed like he was going to rekindle the debate, but thought better of it.

“Very well, I'll leave the choice to you." The elder elk said nodding to his son. “You'll have a week to decide which of them you want permanently assigned as your bodyguard. Now, I have other pressing matters to attend to. I'll leave you to it as I'm sure you'll have things to discuss" He paused, giving each of the agents a measured look before leaving. “God save that boy," he muttered under his breath as he walked away. “he'll get into enough trouble that three guards would be hard pressed to keep up with him."

As the words sank in Trent gave no indication of having heard them, which was more than could be said for the other agent that had, so far, been assigned as the young elk's security detail. The incorrigible leopard looked in his direction, and Trent's keen eyes didn't miss the half-suppressed smirk on the stocky feline's muzzle.

This was definitely not good news for the hard-working young wolf. Collin had been insufferable as a co-worker, he had little doubt he'd be even more frustrating as a competitor. And compete they undoubtedly would. They were both relatively fresh out of the academy and eager to get a team of their own. Collin had finished two years ahead, but had been coasting, borderline slacking, until his most recent assignment if the rumors were to be believed. With one spot about to evaporate in a week's time, there was a lot riding on the line. Neither of them would get fired if the young elk didn't choose them, but there was always the risk of getting some dead-end posting where they'd wind up being little more than a chauffeur or a butler. Good enough for the guys counting the days until retirement, but not for a young agents looking to build a career.

Trent was determined to keep his eyes on the prize. He did his best to live right, and as a result his life was shaping up pretty well. He earned a posting straight out of the academy with plenty of chances to get noticed and potential to get promoted if he worked hard. To top it off the vixen he'd fallen for had just accepted his proposal a few months back, a fact that almost got the wolf's tail wagging just thinking of it. So, he guessed part of him wanted to show Claire that she'd made the right choice, that he was fit to be her mate even if he was only a few years older than her son.

As for Collin, Trent honestly had no idea why the leopard was trying so hard. He wasn't in a relationship, and once a person heard his attitudes concerning women it was easy to see why. The cat was a letch, going through life thinking with his dick and consequently acting like one. If that weren't bad enough, he also played too fast and too lose with the rules for Trent's liking, but never really did anything the wolf could call him out on. In short, he couldn't imagine why the spotted feline gave a damn about getting promoted, other than the fact he knew Trent wanted it and was trying hard just out of spite.

The leopard would make him work to keep this post, and he didn't even need to see his smirking face to know that. But then again, Trent didn't get to where he was by being afraid of hard work. Or cats, for that matter…

*****

“Look, I'm sorry… well I'm sorry that my father laid all of this on me to be honest. But if one of you has to be transferred out so I can have something resembling a normal social life, then that's the breaks…" the buck said after they were back in his… well, it was almost a suite. The embassy was quite lavish and Trent had lived in studio apartments that were smaller than the young elk's room.

“Well look at it this way – your old sire let you make the call. Means he doesn't see you as a kid anymore, or he wouldn't be giving you the authority to make it…" Collin said and the wolf actually opened his muzzle to reprimand him but closed it without making so much as a sound.

Referring to His Excellency in that manner was taking a liberty, but Trent didn't really have the authority to dress-down the disrespectful feline. Without any authority, all he'd be doing would be nagging and bickering in front of the young cervine they were charged to protect. Which, in turn would himself be doing harm to the carefully maintained image of secret service agents as peerless professionals. If one of their superiors had heard the leopard talking like that, he'd have the authority to discipline him, but Collin was smart enough never to mouth off when a superior was nearby.

“I guess… It's nothing personal but it's hard enough trying to have a normal life with one person looking over your shoulder, not to mention two. I feel awkward even talking to the guys at school, let alone the…" Hamza trailed off, looking a bit awkward.

“Yeah, I can see how two hangers-on would cramp your style. But I have to be honest with you, talking to girls with just one of us around isn't going to be much better unless you… ahh, well I guess I'm overstepping my bounds here…" the leopard said, shooting a brief glance towards the irritated wolf standing to his right. Trent felt his jaw clench at Collin's attempt at feigning a brief lapse in his supposedly professional attitude, when it was obvious, he was baiting the kid. Any hope Trent had at Hamza not taking the bait was broken when the buck spoke up.

“What do you mean?" the young elk asked, and now Collin could 'reluctantly' say whatever he wanted to in the first place since he couldn't very well ignore the ambassador's son.

“Well, it's all about confidence. Or attitude if you prefer. I mean you're young, fit, you get an allowance that's bigger than some people's salaries. Hell, when I was your age, I was pulling them in with half of what you've got to work with." He said, knowing that his reputation would lend weight to his claim. He went on a bit but lapsed into Hamza's tongue. Apparently throwing enough salacious tidbits in to make Hamza blush. Trent had to admit the leopard had gotten a bit farther than he did learning Hamza's native tongue, but he only did it so he could hit on the female half of the embassy staff. “And in order to have the right attitude, you have to know what you want from a girl before you even speak to her…"

“So how did… I mean how do I know that?" the buck said, regrettably hooked on the smirking feline's bullshit.

Collin's tail swished with predatory satisfaction. "Well, you gotta ask yourself a question: are you looking for Miss Right or Miss Right Now?"

Trent felt his hackles rising. This was wildly inappropriate, but interrupting would only make him look like the bad guy. The leopard was playing a calculated game, establishing himself as the "cool" bodyguard while painting Trent as the stuffy killjoy.

"I... I don't know," Hamza admitted, antlers dipping slightly as he considered the question. "I mean, there's this girl in my Political Science class. She's really smart, and—"

"Whoa, slow down there, Romeo," Collin chuckled. "You're starting with the wrong approach. Girls can smell desperation from a mile away. You gotta act like you've got options."

Trent cleared his throat. "If I may interject, Your Excellency's son might benefit from authentic interactions rather than these hypothetical daydreams you're weaving for him."

The leopard's eyes narrowed. "Listen to Officer Buzzkill here. Look, kid, what works better: being some girl's emotional support or being the guy who makes her heart race?"

Hamza looked between them, clearly weighing their contrasting perspectives. "I guess I never thought about it that way."

"That's because you've had these two shadows following you everywhere," Collin said, gesturing between himself and Trent. "Hard to develop game with a constant audience." The leopard gave a dramatic sigh. “Look, if you want a girlfriend, it's enough to listen to her shit, buy her something pretty once in a while, and pump her full whenever she deigns to lift her tail. That's easy – you just need to look half decent and not be a loser. If you want a bitch however – a girl that's going to lift her tail and wag the goddamn thing every time you look at her the right way…" he paused, pointedly looked at Trent sneering as he let his description set into the impressionable young mind. “…well, a bitch like that you have to train."

“How?" the young elk asked, obviously hanging on the leopard's every word.

“Simple – if you don't want your girl thinking too much, you just have to fuck her brains out. Every time you get on her you have to leave her with that blank, fucked-silly look on her face. Get her hooked on that feeling and she'll do anything to get a taste. Respectfully of course" the leopard said the last part with a smirk.

“So, what you're saying is you still need to be hung like a horse…" their young charge said, his muzzle and mood dropping.

“Nah. Hell, I've had my share of mares whose stallions had double what I've got hangin' and they still couldn't get the job done. It's about attitude and about skill. 'Cause if all you have is a decent dick you can easily be replaced by a fuckin' dildo. They don't do any work either."

“So where does the skill part come in?" Hamza asked, his mood brightening and his expression clearly letting the leopard know he had the kid's full attention again.

“You get in there and you keep fuckin until she cums. You watch her face, the sounds she makes, the way she clamps down on you… all the little signs that tell you when you're railing her juuust right. And you don't let her touch herself down there. She can paw herself as much as she likes when you're not around, but when you're in her that's your pussy, and she doesn't get off until you get her off.

Trent made sure to keep his face professionally impassive, but the way his ears had folded against the leopard's barrage of bullshit hinted at what the wolf thought of him. Typical macho bragging he'd heard dozens of times and never bought into for a second. If he'd taken the advice of guys like Collin, he'd have never won a vixen like Claire. “Hamza, if I may. Such talk is unbecoming and would only serve to make a social pariah of yourself. We sh—"

Collin smoothly cut him off. “And getting girls this way is easy because every time you get one you get even more sure of yourself. By the time you've been doing it for as long as I have you realize anyone's a bitch, if you've got the right attitude. Hell, I'm pretty sure that if I wanted to, I could get Captain America over there to act like a good li'l slut for me…" Collin said, his smirk growing a little wider when he saw the wolf's whole body tense for a second before Trent forced himself to calm down.

Hamza's eyes widened, darting between the two agents. The tension in the room was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife.

"That's enough," Trent said, his voice low but firm. It was the first time he'd directly challenged Collin's unprofessional behavior. "His Excellency's son deserves better guidance than locker room talk."

Collin's tail flicked dismissively. "Just giving the kid some real-world education. Something they don't teach at those fancy schools."

"I appreciate both your perspectives," Hamza interjected diplomatically, clearly uncomfortable with the building hostility. "But maybe we should discuss the... um... security arrangements for tomorrow's campus visit?"

Smart kid, Trent thought. Defusing the situation before it escalated further. The young elk had more political instinct than Collin had professionalism.

"Of course," Trent replied, grateful for the subject change. "We'll need to coordinate with campus security. I've already drafted a preliminary route that minimizes exposure while allowing you to attend your father's talks before slipping away to your classes."

Collin rolled his eyes. "Or we could just let the kid breathe for once. Let him relax. It's tough enough being a senior, no need to cramp his style right? Besides it's not like anyone's tried anything remotely suspicious in months."

"That's precisely when we need to be most vigilant," Trent countered. "Complacency creates opportunity for those with ill intent."

The leopard snorted. "Listen to you, straight out of the training manual. But really, I could make him squeal like a little slut. He may look like a real upstanding guy, but under that façade is an eager bitch. You suggested a practical lesson Trent? I agree." Staring dead at the taller wolf he spat. “I'll have you squirting and cryin my name in less than an hour."

“Okay, now I know you're just fucking with me…" the buck said, and even though Trent was relieved to see Hamza wasn't buying into the leopard's crap, it was still unsettling to see how quickly the feline's foul-mouthed ways were rubbing off on the impressionable youth.

“I've done it before to a lot of guys. In fact, why don't I just…" the leopard said, and after he took a few steps towards him Trent decided to speak out again, especially considering the way the leopard was looking at him.

“I think this has gone on far enough." He said, his voice close to a growl and his jaw tense as he glared at the unperturbed feline.

“C'mon, just play along. I don't want His Excellency's son to think I'm lying to him here. And besides, you don't really think I can do it, can you?" Collin whispered with a sneer, but before Trent could come up with a reply Hamza did.

“Go on, let him try. I wanna see if he's serious." The buck said, and with the knowledge that the teen was holding his career in his paws, the wolf just lowered his tail and remained silent, even when the stocky feline began to circle around him.

“You see, you think a guy with a stick up his ass is a challenge, but the truth is they're already used to having something hard and long under their tail…" Collin continued, out of sight and in a perfect position to see Trent's hackles rise at the remark. “Just treat them the same way you would a bitch – get a nice eyeful, let them know you're lookin' and of course…" the feline trailed off, right before Trent felt a powerful paw land with a smack on one of his cheeks. “…get a good feel." Collin finished, giving the firm lupine cheek a grope. The leopard's paw lingered in on his ass, kneading the firm flesh beneath his uniform. He gave a sharp intake as Collin flexed his digits, extending the sharp points of his claws into his glutes.

For all his dislike of his ill-mannered colleague, this was the first time Trent felt an actual urge to throttle the bastard, but he restrained the violent impulse before it could set his body into motion. He towered eight inches over the leopard's six feet, and even though he seemed lanky anyone seeing him without his uniform on would quickly realize just how much muscle was packed away in that tall frame. He guessed that he and the more obviously buff leopard would be evenly matched in a fight, but he wasn't sure if the spotted feline would even fight him. After all, a grope wouldn't show under medical examination, whereas a bruise or a fracture would. The ambassador's son even now looking on with unnerving fascination wouldn't even need to make a call. A breach of conduct like that would have Trent booted right out of the service.

Left with no good courses of action the wolf glared, but stayed silent. He had decided not to defend his honor when the leopard had started to approach, and he wasn't going to change his mind now. He decided he was going to let the bastard get a little ahead of himself before he brought him back down to earth

The smirk on the leopard's face was slowly growing, and Trent was just beginning to think the longer he kept his all-too-obvious urge to deck him in check, the more the feline would get carried away thinking he could get away with anything, when the paw raised again.

“See that? He's letting me do it. No real pushback, just being a coy little omega. If he's letting me go this far, there is no reason for me to stop there…" the leopard continued, and Trent forced himself to keep his muzzle shut. Collin's paw came down again, this time with a swift, stinging slap that echoed in the room. Trent's jaw clenched tight enough to make his teeth ache as he choked back a surprised yelp.

"And when they're already a submissive mindset like this, you know they're ready for—"

"That's enough." Trent's voice was ice cold. He could figure out where this was going. With his eyes forward, never leaving Hamza's face. "You've made your point, Agent Reeves." He spat out through gritted teeth

The leopard chuckled, his breath hot against Trent's neck. "Have I? Because I think our friend here still isn't convinced."

Trent stepped away, putting distance between himself and the leopard while trying to make it not look like a retreat. "His Excellency assigned us to protect his son, not corrupt him with denigrating women and locker room talk." He said waiving a paw. With his other he straightened his jacket with practiced precision. "If you think this display improves your chances of keeping this assignment, I believe you've miscalculated."

Hamza's expression shifted from fascination to something more thoughtful. The young elk's antlers were still growing in, making him look more boyish than his eighteen years, but his eyes showed a flicker of understanding.

"You didn't fight back," Hamza observed, studying Trent. "Why?"

"Because I'm a professional," Trent replied simply. "And because getting into a brawl would be emphasizing insecurity with my masculinity at the expense of my duty would be a poor judgement."

The leopard meant to get under his skin, to provoke him into doing something stupid. Trent had seen this tactic before – push until the other person breaks, then claim victory. But as a wolf who'd worked his way up with discipline and professionalism, he knew better than to play Collin's game.

The leopard's smirk faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. "See what I mean, Hamza? All talk, no bite. These uptight types always—"

"You touch me again, and I'll file a formal complaint," Trent said, his voice cold and even. "Sexual harassment is grounds for immediate review, regardless of His Excellency's son's preferences."

Collin turned, his tail swishing confidently behind him, ignoring the big wolf's comment. "So, you get what I'm saying about attitude now, right?"

"Yeah, I do," the young elk said, straightening up. "But not in the way you think."

Trent kept his face neutral, but a flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. Hamza stood up, his lanky frame suddenly looking more imposing as he regarded both agents with newfound scrutiny.

Collin's tail flicked in irritation. "So what, you're making your decision already? Based on this?"

"I haven't decided yet,"

“Good, cus I'd be miffed if you jumped and picked the guy who was getting turned on by a good spanking over me." Collin smoothly continued.

“How do you mean?" Hamza asked. His head cocked, obviously intrigued once again.

“Here me out, boy scout over there was getting into it. Just have 'em strip and you'll see."

The elk paused a moment before nodding to Trent to strip.

"What kinda teacher would I be if I didn't show my bitch off to our ward over here." Collin smirked as walked over and tugged on the wolf's uniform.

Trent was still certain the leopard was trying to provoke him, even when he began striping his clothes off, no doubt leering as he did. So, the wolf just clenched his jaw, believing Collin would give up at some point when he realized he wasn't going to take the bait. But as more of his body was exposed, he felt himself grow strangely anxious and confused. Trent knew he was completely flacid, but he felt like he'd missed a vital moment to seize control of the situation at some point and wasn't sure how to get it back. The leopard and out maneuvered him verbally each time, and when he actually felt the feline pull his underwear down, he was fairly sure it was too late to do anything about it.

“Whoah!" Trent heard Hamza say and tried to just stare at the wall ahead, even as he felt the buck stare at his now exposed body.

“See what I meant when I said it doesn't come down to size?" Collin gloated from behind him, the wolf's breathing growing rapid as one feline paw slid around his waist and down his hard abs. “Hung like a god-damned horse and still a bitch. All this means…" Collin said, shamelessly cupping the heavy sack resting under Trent's sheath. “…is that he's gonna make a bigger mess when I make him pop.

Trent's face burned with humiliation as the leopard continued to grope him, but what truly disturbed him was the unfamiliar heat spreading through his body. The feline's soft pads and kneading were sending unwanted tingles throughout. It'd been months since he'd seen his wife and his body was aching for a soft touch. This wasn't how he was supposed to react. His mind screamed to push Collin away, to reclaim his dignity, yet his body remained frozen in place.

"I... I don't think this is appropriate," Hamza said, his voice cracking slightly. The young elk's eyes were wide, darting between Trent's exposed form and the floor, though his gaze lingered on the wolf much longer than was comfortable.

"What's not appropriate is how hard he's getting," Collin purred, his digits now tracing the edge of Trent's sheath where the pink tip was beginning to emerge. He deftly hooked a clawtip into the opening and tugged. "See? Told you I could make him show his true colors." With gentle circles, the leopard was coaxing out the length like he was twisting a large tube of lipstick.

Trent finally found his voice. "This constitutes sexual assault," he managed, his words clipped and strained, sounding more like a whine than a demand. "Remove your paws immediately."

"Or what?" Collin's breath was hot against his ear. "You'll report me? And explain how you got naked and hard for the ambassador's son? I'm just demonstrating a point." As he spoke he flexed his paws, sending the tips of his claws along the underside of the wolf's sack, prickling the skin through his fur.

The wolf's ears flattened against his skull. The leopard had maneuvered him into an impossible position. If he lashed out physically, he'd lose his job. If he reported this, the scandal would destroy his career and possibly his engagement. How was he going to explain his predicament in the first place to his commanding officer? “Yes Major Paris, I willingly let Agent Reeves strip me. No I didn't stop him. Yes the son was watching. Oh I should pack my things immediately? Right away sir" That's probably how the conversation would probably go the wolf imagined. And if he did nothing... the consequences were probably even worse.

"My body's involuntary response doesn't equal consent," Trent replied softly, though the reply was weak sounding, even to his own ears. "What kind of example would I be setting if I allowed this to continue? What kind of wolf would that make me?" Trent continued, reaching for his discarded clothing. "And what would that teach you about respect and boundaries?"

“That you don't have any." Collin gave his sack a hard squeeze. The wolf gave a hitched yelp but a bead of pre leaked from his wolfhood. His knees buckled at the sudden pressure and he let out a soft mewl, to his chagrin. “Sluts exist to serve their betters. Speaking of which, I think it's time you did some work. Come on, on your knees like a good bitch…"

Trent felt the heat course through his veins as he tried to struggle away from the grip that held him firm. He could feel the strength of the paw on his waist and the other on his balls. The way they pulled him closer, eliciting an unwanted response from his body was clouding his judgement. His canine cock stiffened in a clear display of arousal even though his mind shouted at him to resist, but his body refused to cooperate. Trent took a breath to steady himself.

“If you think for one second that I'll…" Trent growled, spinning around to face and glare down at the still smirking leopard, who still had his sack in paw. The towering wolf grabbed the leopard's paw by the wrist with his own, squeezing it until the leopard yelped. The feline looked at in pain and shock at the sudden grip, releasing Trent's balls. Trent leaned in close, his muzzle inches from the leopard's face, his voice a deep growl. The wolf's lips drew back in a snarl, showing all his canines. "You think I'm going to continue playing your little game? You think you can manipulate me like you do those poor girls you brag about?"

"Let go," Collin hissed, his confident façade cracking slightly. "You're making a scene."

"A scene?" Trent laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "No, this is just the beginning of a formal complaint that's going to end your career." He refused to release the leopard's paw, standing naked and unashamed, his anger burning hotter than any embarrassment.

"You wanted to see what kind of men we are," Trent continued, addressing Hamza, his eyes never leaving Collin's face. "Well, now you're seeing it. He uses his position to harass and demean others. He thinks rules don't apply to him."

Trent reached for his clothes, pulling his underwear back on with deliberate calm. "And I follow protocol until someone crosses a line they shouldn't. Then I make sure they face consequences."

Collin's tail swished angrily. "You're overreacting. It was just a joke, right Hamza?" His eyes darted to the young elk, seeking an ally.

“If you don't let go, I can go to my father right now and tell him I've made a decision…to go with Agent Reeves" the buck said, his voice wavering a little but not enough to make Trent doubt he'd go through with the threat. The wolf felt his heart rise to his throat. He paused. For a long moment he struggled to get his emotions under control debating what to do. Looking between his paw gripped around Collin's wrist and Hamza, he breathed a sigh before he let go of the leopard's wrist. Collin rubbed his wrist absently, watching the hulking wolf in front of him slowly sink to his knees.