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“Where is he hiding?”

The pumps clicked despite the carpeted floor, a little dance of steps and quick-steps as the Panda stomped from door to door, from story to story. Long had she ditched her clipboard aside, and her carefully manicured fingers clicked against her thighs, against her custom-made dress. No frills, no excessive cleavage, nothing that showed her shapes in excess. But the tongue-wagging remained the same when someone was doted on from genetics.

Still, her sighs were loud… And louder was the frustration as strands of hair escaped from her buns as she turned left, looked at the door, and knocked. Then opened.

Did she wait for someone to answer? No. But it wasn’t important when she had another request and important mail, yet her Boss, and potentially CEO, was again gone for his “break”.

“Simon! Have you seen Leonard? He’s out, again,” said Lynn, barging in like she had been running a marathon.

In a way, she did. She went through many floors, went through many private and walled offices such as that one… And ended by facing the IT “director” sitting at his desk, looking at her wide-eyed. Surprised, evidently. Maybe caught as his trunk slipped away from the bag of chips he had on his desk. No wonder that Elephant was growing pudgy and too fat for his own good.

Still, his fingers were not on the keyboard, so he must be…

“Leonard? You know how he is, hiding in a closet or something to avoid responsibilities,” answered the Elephant, pushing on his chair just enough to slide away while waving his trunk. At the same time, the pierced ears, each adorned with a set of five rings, flapped in a display that could be compared to a shrug from the large mammal, whose weight was putting a dent in the furniture budget.

Same as his computer, whose fans were almost deafening.

“Urgh! If you see him… No, tell you what! It’ll be his problem later!” shouted the Panda, turning heels and stomping away, not without slamming the door shut.

In the distance, her stomping continued…

And Simon sighed.

He sighed while he left his chair, pushing against it so he could walk to the door, lock it, and sigh. Just a few steps to cross the mainly undecorated office, with a few spare computers lying on the sides and a few closets stuffed with consumables. He pushed against that closet’s door, finding it bouncing back again. But Simon gave up on it years ago. Still, he continued the ritual as he sat on the chair, searched for his headset hidden in one drawer, and put it on in a second.

“Thanks, guys, for warning me.”

“No problem, dude.”

“Beer next time.”

With a smile, Simon reclined further in his chair, checking his calendar. Technically, they had to be in a meeting in an hour. But for the moment, Simon had something else in mind as he turned his mic off, clicked on an inconspicuous icon “Server Control Update” and had the security camera software loading up, giving him the time to open another application by clicking on “Computer Healthcheck”.

Nobody used those icons except him, and their names were obscure and daunting enough even if he shared his computer, he knew nothing would happen.

Instead, the older Elephant reclined in his chair. The hydraulics creaked under Simon’s weight. His body shifted, and with another sigh, Simon undid his belt, his pants. He was still pent up, even if he had to stop… And so, it was with no surprise the Elephant fished his white brief, musky and sticky, from his black pants. He pinched the fabric and, without much more effort, his cut shaft popped free with the dark-gray length contrasting with the pinkish tip… Both parts, from the tip to the base, glistened with precum as he had been “attending” to his primal needs only a few minutes before Lynn barged in. And now, the old Elephant enjoyed the perks as he had his hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze.

In his palm, in his hand, he felt the tremor and the thumping from his desire and excitation, the veins pressing beneath his skin as he chuckled and turned to the screen, typing with one hand.

“Let’s see how our Kitten’s doing.”

With a grin, Simon pressed and typed a few commands while he gave his large cockhead a firm squeeze. One firm enough for a large bead of precum to slip free from his urethra before he rubbed it and smeared the musky liquid on the entire organ.

He sighed, grumbled, chuckled while the camera software turned up and the screen suddenly shifted for a vision that was both pleasant and perverted.

Leonard.

Technically, Simon’s direct boss and one of the most intelligent men you’d see around Oakridge. Yet, you wouldn’t expect Leonard’s true nature. Muscular, the white Lion was a sort of oddity and a sort of ideal of perfection. He had everything: a perfect long and braided mane, custom-made suits that were tight and showed his chiseled muscles from his pectorals to his arms. He had many “girlfriends” and more often than not, each new year meant another car.

He flaunted his riches, had many properties despite starting from nothing in the company before climbing the ladder. It wasn’t surprising, too, to hear about the ladies wanting to woo him or have a sugar daddy in him.

In all, Leonard was handsome, perfect, everything a woman would want. But Leonard was a big slut.

One that was eager enough to lie down on a dirty mattress, hooked on IVs to stay hydrated, hidden somewhere deep in a cellar, behind a door only a handful of men knew about, and far enough from the facilities nobody would dare to sneak inside.

No… More than that, Leonard was such a slut he was eager to get himself a few breaks during the day where he would lie down, let one of “Lover” bind him and allow himself to be thoroughly fucked by a machine or toys… Or anything the few men in the known desired for that day.

Today, it was Simon who was in command as he had the control software right beside the camera’s, watching the well-groomed Lion mewl like a tiny bitch as he was attached, arms and legs, and fucked by a machine-mounted dildo.

However, since Leonard was supposed to have an important meeting later, Simon had the facility guy, Paul, put a smaller dildo than usual.

Even then, the large Lion was a mess. A moaning and terrible mess whose fur had been repainted with a few words such as “Daddy’s Bitch”, “Fuck me”, or even “Rape me” on his legs. Pads were attached to the Lion’s genitals, either to deliver shocks or to get his vitals.

Leonard’s tight cage was also covered with translucent and white fluids, betraying the number of orgasms that had already been milked; the fuck-machine had been kept at a steady pace at a lower setting. Such a slut.

A slut Simon watched as he gave himself another pump, feeling his cock still brimming with energy and desire as he sighed… And turned the mic on.

“Ready for more, Kitten?” said Simon, deactivating the automatic control and steadily increasing the movement going inside Simon’s ass.

“S-Simon? Hhh… Please, fuck me up!” shouted Leonard inside his little private dungeon, the camera picking the voice up and transmitting it to Simon’s headset.

Oh, the Elephant chuckled. Out loud. Sure as hell, he wasn’t the only one. At least five more men were within the call, probably chuckling and cranking one out as Simon was back in control. Maybe they did it in their private office, or on the phone. Nevertheless, Simon smiled eagerly as he yanked the speed to the max for a short moment, just to hear the Lion howl and cry.

With his eyes blindfolded and his feet lifted, Leonard looked so… Vulnerable, so weak, so incapable. Something that turned Simon off as he turned the mic off just to give himself a few strokes, to squeeze his cock until he felt his need, his heat, his… Pleasure starting to peak at his cocktip.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck my hole up! I’m a good Sissy Lion!”

Simon couldn’t resist. Even if he bit his lips, even if he tried to resist, there was no point. Leonard was the perfect man, the perfect leader… Yet, he was putty under his keyboard touches. And that was what Leonard loved. No, what everyone who had been picked loved.

Distant lovers, unsatisfied men, consummate celibates, bachelors… People who both loved to dominate and somehow had it on for abusing, mistreating, and breaking that Lion. Yet, that was the idea.

An idea that pushed Simon to another stroke, to pressing on his corona, feeling the skin and flesh bend underneath his touch. With it, he sensed the tremor, the pleasure, and the tiny sparks going to the back of his brain as he continued, brushing and pushing against that spot that was quite sensitive, next to where the frenum would be. He sighed, his ears flapping while taking a deep breath and… he turned up the speed.

And the depth.

With only a portion of the shaft going inside, the Elephant went to inserting more than half of it while the machine pumped at the same speed, ramming that purplish dildo into Leonard’s depths like it had done many times before. At that point, the Lion was a sizequeen that could accommodate anyone, anyone whose cock was not as big as his arms. And yet, Simon remembered that stream when one employee had prepared Simon and started to fist him.

Leonard had been walking funny all day and had to use some cushioned chairs for the subsequent three meetings. Even then, the Lion had been purring and begging for more, for more abuse, to wear a vibrating plug during meetings, or to have a lovense linked to the crew’s phones.

That… That was why it was so wondrous to hear Leonard mewl and beg and moan through the headset. Simon heard and listened to the song of his boss begging and pleading. He listened how that big cat, acting tough outside but acting like a slut.

Even now, as Simon’s eyes drifted on his boss’ caged cock, he saw that cage being covered again in white, or at least saw the little white shot escaping the steel. It was… Oh, so sexy. Oh, so tempting for the old Elephant who increased the intensity again, just ten percent more.

But the mewling increasing almost tenfold.

The camera picked up the chugging machine, picked up the vibrations shaking the entire room as the machine’s support was slightly jumping, adding more vibrations to the current abuse unleashed on Leonard.

“MORE! BREAK ME, DADDY! RUIN ME!” shouted the Lion, his chiseled abs tensing while the machine was thoroughly punching through the Lion’s depths.

He trembled, he quivered. And Simon watched with amazement, no… Joy as he turned his mic again, sighing in the voice chat while listening to the mumble… Some more were masturbating, cranking one out. No different than him as he grunted, growled, felt his balls tense up, and stroked faster.

“Should I continue?”

The question came through the speakers by Leonard’s “bed” and to the members. They could vote, they could pick. But Simon felt he had to do more. He was about to cum, but he wanted to tease Leonard, to mess with him, to abuse and break his Boss.

And the other men were into it.

“More.”

“Keep going.”

“More shocks,” even added one of the members through the chat.

“Diplomacy has spoken, Boss,” answered Simon, then, as he watched the Lion’s face contort… And break down when, after opening another console, Simon fiddled with the configuration.

He wasn’t going for mere shocks, haphazardly. No. He had them synced with the machine’s vibration, with the dildo ramming and digging within Leonard’s gaping and surely burning asshole.

The pads on the asscheeks, those on the nuts, on the nipples, on the pecs, they were buzzing. But not entirely in sync. When the machine pushed in, it was to hit the pecs and nipples. When the machine pulled out, it would be ass and balls.

The shocks were mild, not excessive enough to burn the skin, flesh, or fur. But intense enough to get a contraction, a shock… And another pathetic mewl from the Lion. Lion whose sweat-caked face was crumbling in an expression of utter abandon, of breakdown, of joy and pain mixed in together.

Pleasure and pain, offered in an amount only an experienced Slut could take, one that had been steadily increased until Leonard told them he couldn’t get off on his own anymore.

He had been broken.

Or rather… Trained.

Trained and fucked so much, he couldn’t find any pleasure like usual. If there was no abuse, no dirty-talk, no perversion, if it was vanilla… No, the poor Lion couldn’t get off.

And so, as the machine steadily increased in pace, and the shocks grew in intensity and frequency, the Lion’s nuts clenched and lifted. More weak shots came, though it wouldn’t take long before Leonard couldn’t take it anymore.

Still… Still, it was not enough for Simon as he grumbled and continued to pump, his precum shots going higher and higher. It wasn’t sufficient for the Elephant whose body tensed as he wanted to cum so bad… As much as he desired his Boss for himself, to have that muscular rump bounce on his lap and listen to that deep voice purring by his ears for more.

Simon clenched his eyelids. He bit his lips.

His grip went tighter, and his trunk itself went to his nuts. He started to rub and massage, rubbing the gray hair on them, the sweat caking the skin… And fondling his nuts as they were bouncing up and down on his desk chair.

Then, he clicked again. A few more clicks, and the cries from Leonard were almost deafening. Moans and groans came from the voice chats as people were busting their nuts, and so did Leonard as the machine had been turned to the utmost speed and penetration.

At that moment, the Feline’s hole desperately tried to clench and close on the fake cock, to stop its advance, its abuse. But the sole result was for the rim to be almost dragged out in a prolapse by the fake dildo before it was slammed back in shape.

Leonard’s tail wagged and hit the air, sweeping the floor as the Lion continued to make a mess of himself. One whose voice was breaking and going raspy. Even his breathing was getting shallow, and his vitals were too much. They biped, they showed an excess that was far from the worst Leonard had taken. But enough for the software to note it as Simon kept stroking…

Stroking himself, imagining that Lion, desiring that bitch.

The taste of iron filled his mouth as his tongue danced on his teeth, scraping his lips. Oh, he was good… Oh, he felt good.

The Lion’s body bounced and jolted from the shocks and the abuse. The refractory period was a notion long gone for those men, but its effects were felt by the mewling and shivering Lion. Then… As the sound, the raspy pleadings from Leonard were almost turning to a whistling, almost impossible to pick up for the Elephant… Simon came.

He didn’t roar like a Feline. But his grunts echoed through the chat as he kept pumping while his other hand, trembling and barely capable of holding onto the mouse, managed to slip the cursor on the turn-off buttons. One… By one.

But the progress was slow, and for a moment, the chat filled with inquiries.

“Don’t break him.”

“Slow down on the shocks.”

“I want him fit tonight.”

The last remark stole a grumble from the Elephant who was still trying to enjoy the waves of pleasure sweeping through his back, his neck, his spine. He continued to stroke even though five shots had been squeezed from the Elephant’s cock, five long white shots going through the air and landing on the carpet when not on his balls and cock.

And yet, he kept stroking, massaging, rubbing… Until that cock became too sensitive, way too sensitive, for Simon to enjoy his orgasm… And so. He removed his hand, he stopped, reclined. Sighed. And looked at the ceiling.

Then, with his non-cum-coated hand, Simon turned his mic off, turned the last of the shock pads off until Leonard’s body stopped and dropped still.

For a moment, silence. No one dared to speak, to utter a thing. Some had logged off, some were messaging Simon with something along the lines of: “Good show, loved it”.

Until the camera software indicated that only three people were logged on to the camera, none more.

No one more to see Leonard slowly recovering his wits, to see that face close, open, those traits to soften… And finally to have the Lion smile at the camera, waving his bound hand.

“Fuck yes, that was what I needed Simon. Thank you!”

A smile. One Simon shared as he turned the mic on and grumbled, all the while getting some paper to wipe his cock, groin, and hand off. “Can anyone untie Leonard? Lynn will go crazy if she doesn’t get her hands on him. Thank you.”