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Jake was dead tired of interviewing candidates. Especially because he didn’t see the point in hiring an assistant. At twenty four years of age, he hardly needed someone underfoot whose sole job was to keep his affairs in order. But the black and white furred border collie’s dad had been very clear on this point: He was tired of funding Jake’s pampered lifestyle if all the youth was going to do was spend his days living the life of the idle rich.

The dog’s father, an ambitious self-made millionaire, decided that what his son needed was an adult version of a nanny. In other words, an assistant. At first, Jake had vehemently pushed back, insulted by the unsubtle implication that he was unable to suitably handle his own affairs. But when the older canine had begun systematically freezing the younger collie’s credit cards one by one, Jake had caved and called a head-hunting service to start setting up interviews.

By now Jake was into his third week of interviewing candidates and he could sense that the head-hunting agency was beginning to grow frustrated with him. But it wasn’t his fault! They were the ones wasting his time, he reasoned. Not the other way around. You need only glance at the candidates’ resumes to know that most of them were non starters.

First, and most offensively, many were around Jake’s age. That was an automatic deal breaker as far as he was concerned. No fellow twenty four year old was going to add ‘structure’ and ‘process’ to his life. He’d told the agency as much, but they curtly informed him that it was illegal to make hiring decisions based on age and that they would not pre-screen candidates for him based on this criteria. He had rolled his eyes at the agent, but since this had been explained to him over a phone call, they hadn’t seen the dismissive gesture. Not that the agent couldn’t infer his opinion on that policy by the dog’s annoyed tone.

The next problem was almost equally as bad. They were all the ambitious ‘take life by its horns’ type. In the same mold as his father. With their winning smiles and smartly pressed outfits. Perfectly organized resumes with bulleted lists of accolades and accomplishments. The way they talked themselves up set his teeth on edge. It reminded Jake too much of his father. And he certainly wasn’t interested in hiring ‘Mr. Williams Junior’.

What few candidates managed to survive even the first few minutes of interviewing quickly gave Jake some reason to become annoyed with them. Their perfume. Their voice. The way one candidate kept staring up at the ceiling, like all of life’s answers were spelled out in brial up there. Thirty minutes with each interviewee was more than enough time for the canine to find some reason to disqualify them.

Jake had been thinking about how unfair this entire situation was when he realized the last candidate of the day had finally wound down their sales pitch. Semi-awkward silence filled the room for a moment before the border collie forced a smile and said, “Well, thank you so much for your time. If you could see yourself out, I’ll just make a few more notes here. I’m sure the agency will be getting back to you with my response in the near future.”

Based on the slight frown on the early thirties-ish girl’s face, the woman knew just how to interpret that statement. She nodded professionally and made her way out Jake’s home office. Or rather, Jake’s dad’s home office. Not that the millionaire ever spent much time at home. Certainly not this particular home, as the man owned several properties in different parts of the country.

For a moment, the dog briefly considered actually jotting down some notes about the candidate, but then realized he hadn’t been listening to any of her answers, despite him having asked her plenty of questions. Jake was only slightly embarrassed at having wasted her time. He might have felt worse about it, but the boy was preoccupied with deciding what he was going to have to tell the head-hunters. Should he ask them to send him yet another batch of fresh-faced, eager candidates? Or maybe he should just settle and pick one. After they were hired he’d explain to them that their real job was to stay out of his way, collect a paycheck, and give glowing reports about him to his dad.

The collie was just thinking that he should ask the agency for their credit information so he could consider selecting the candidate who could least afford to be let go when someone stepped into his office. Looking up from the blank paper before him, Jake blinked in surprise. He could have sworn that the last person had been the last for the day.

Additional surprises were in store for the canine as the candidate silently took his seat across the table, before shooting a sideways smirk Jake’s way. He was a large black gorilla, late thirties or early forties by the dog’s estimation. Older than all of the previous applicants. The well built man was also dressed far more casually. A faded red button up shirt, blue jeans, and no tie. He didn’t even have a resume in hand.

Seeing that the candidate wasn’t going to start things off with the typical overzealous fist-pumping, Jake cleared his throat and work his way towards asking the obvious question.

“Oh… hey there. Yeah, please take a seat,” trying to be a courteous host even as he realized that was a dumb thing to say when the gorilla was already seated. “My name is Jake… you’re here for the interview, yes? Do you have a resume?”

At first, the man didn’t respond. At least, not verbally. Instead, the gorilla eyed him up and down, his face taken on an expression of warm approval, as if he were satisfied with his appraisal. Jake was about to repeat his question when the man finally spoke up.

“Don’t need one. Name’s Ace.”

The man sounded so self assured, Jake was too thrown off to even be offended by his overly casual mannerisms. But the boy was too use to getting his way to unbalanced for long. Smiling back at the applicant, “Ace, it is then. Though, if you end up being offered the position, we’ll need a last name too. Otherwise how will you deposit your checks?”

For some reason, the man chuckled at this. A deep, good natured laugh, but there was obvious some inside joke that Jake wasn’t privy too.

“Don’t worry. Bank tellers never hassle me about my checks. Must have an honest face. Besides, I’m more of a cash guy. Oh… and you will be hiring me.”

Upon hearing this, Jake knew for certain that he most definitely would in fact be hiring the gorilla. He wasn’t exactly sure why he’d arrived at this decision, but he felt strongly about it. This was the right call, his gut insisted.

The border collie smiled and announced, “Well, the job is yours if you want it, Mr. Ace! I just have a few more questions for you though, if you can spare the time.”

The gorilla shrugged, as if he were in no hurry and that it didn’t really matter one way or the other.

“Sure. But first, you got any beer here?”

The canine hadn’t been expecting that question. Cocking his head to convey polite bewilderment at the unprofessional question, Jake answered, “Sure, but it’s my father’s imported stock and he wouldn’t want--”

The gorilla cut him off with, “You want to celebrate my hiring with a toast. Grab us a couple beers.”

That sounded like a great idea to Jake, who hopped up with a merry grin. “You know what, why not. I’ll be right back!” he said, before he jogged out of the room only to return a minute later with an open bottle in each hand.

Nodding at the youth as he took the bottle, Ace didn’t bother with the toast as he took a long swig. After he’d put down half the bottle’s contests as Jake looked from his standing position, the gorilla spoke up again.

“Not half bad. Your dad has pretty good taste. House is snazzy too and you’re pretty easy on the eyes. I think this will work out just fine.”

Jake smiled at this, relieved that things were working out so well after they’d seemed so shitty just a few minutes ago. “Great. I’ll call the head-hunters and let them know that I’ve made up my mind.”

Hearing this, Ace shook his head. “Don’t bother. The agency didn’t send me here. Next time you talk to them, tell them that you managed to find someone on your own and that you won’t be needing their services.”

The canine was interested to hear the man hadn’t come through the agency, but he supposed it didn’t matter. Especially since the head-hunters had been so useless. They didn’t deserve to make money off this, considering how much of his time they’d pissed away.

And on the subject of how important his time was, Jake decided that now was as good as ever to explain the lay of the land to his new employee.

“You bet. I’ll do that. It’s probably best that way, as I believe the agency was misrepresenting the position somewhat anyway.”

Raising a single eyebrow at his new boss, Ace disinterestedly said, “Oh yeah?” and took another drink, nearly finishing off the beer.

Putting on the charm, the dog did his best to explain the situation in a way that would let him slip the leash his father was so blatantly trying to place on him.

“The agency was using some outdated copy regarding the position. It was originally positioned as being fairly hands on in terms of working alongside me on various projects. The good news is, it has transitioned to being a much more independent role, with less oversight on my end. You’ll likely end up working off site. Possibly even remotely.”

Ace grinned at this.

“Oh yeah? And what should I tell your father when he calls and asks about you?”

Since the gorilla hadn’t gotten the job details from the agency, the collie wasn’t sure how he’d known about that particular detail. But it was better to address that point now that it was out in the open.

There was little point in beating around the bush, but Jake still didn’t want to just come outright and say it. Instead, he stated, “Well, a smart man like you can probably read between the lines. If my father is happy with my performance, I’ll be happy with your performance. This arrangement is mutually beneficial, as should make everyone involved plenty happy. Yourself included.”

Ace pushed his nearly finished beer towards the center of the table and pondered this. Scratching his chin with one of his big black hands, the gorilla made a show of considering the offer.

Finally he said, “You know, that’s a pretty fine offer. Getting paid to fuck about at home. But I consider myself a man of my word. And if the job is keeping an eye on you and showing you the ropes, well, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

For the first time, the gorilla was beginning to get under his skin. Trying to keep his hot-headed temper under control, Jake tried again.

“I don’t think you’re understanding me. I’m not looking to hire a babysitter. It’s best if you stay off site and that way I can just let you know if--”

Ace couldn’t have seemed less interested in the point Jake was trying to make, and with a wave of his hand cut the boy off mid sentence. Then after a moment’s consideration, the gorilla countered with, “We can work out the details later. Right now, let’s focus on the positive side of things. Common and ground and all that, aye? Take blowjobs. You like giving them. I like getting them. That’s a good place to start, don’t you think?”

Jake blushed furiously, caught off guard at the loaded question. He was suppose to be the one in charge and the gorilla’s words not only undercut his supposed authority here, but they struck a little too close too truth for the collie’s comfort.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, the canine carefully said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re my employee and it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to take advantage of you.”

Pushing his chair back from the table, Ace spread his legs wide so as to make plenty of room between his muscular thighs. Then in a matter of fact voice gorilla said, “Nonsense. We’re both adults here. Come on over... down you go,” gesturing with his hands towards the spot on the carpet directly before him.

His pulse starting to race in his chest, Jake did as he was bid, kneeling down between the imposing man’s denim covered legs so that he was looking up at the man’s face from his new position closer to the floor.

Feebly trying to mask his own sudden intense confusion and insecurity, the dog stammered out, “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. This isn’t isn’t how I saw this interview going, I swear.”

Ace gave a deep chuckle at this.

“Don’t over-analyze it, babe. We’re just letting off some steam is all. Let’s get that button undone and zipper down. Oh, and unlock your phone and hand it over. I’m going to go through your browser history. And drink some of that beer. No good letting it go to waste.”

There was something very wrong with this situation, Jake knew. But things were happening too fast for him to be able to focus on what that might be. Around the edges of his concentration, things were fuzzy and unclear. The only thing he could really hone in on was the gorilla’s growing pants’ bulge as he swiped his finger over his smartphone’s pad reader prior to handing it over.

Trying to get a handle on the situation, Jake drank with newfound thirst until the gorilla plucked the bottle from his hand, setting it down on the table near his own.

Then, his breath coming in deep pants of air, the border collie reached out with both unsure hands. First he undid the jeans’ button. Next he carefully took the smallish zipper between two fingers and insistently tugged it down, pulling harder the couple of occasions it randomly got stuck. Not that Ace seemed to noticed. He was too busy swiping a large black finger across the phone’s wide touch screen as he curiously poked around inside the younger man’s device, invading his privacy.

Soon the gorilla’s pants were undone and his private bits were fully exposed, the man having decided earlier to leave off the boxers today. To the inexperienced Jake, who was not quite a virgin, the black spire of flesh was a revelation. Inch after inch of veined flesh rose before him, the base of which was still hidden in the shadowy recesses of the older male’s leggings. Nearly fully hard, the member jutted up into the air in defiance of gravity. At the top of the ebony monolith, a widely flanged cockhead sat like a round crown, its large, slightly parted piss slit already soggy with precum.

For the boy, it was almost too much. Things were moving too fast and this felt ‘too real’ to the sexually unsure canine. Eyes wide and locked on the gorilla’s cock that seemed to be pulsing in time with his much calmer heartbeat, Jake choked out, “Wait… this isn’t… something isn’t… I shouldn’t be…,” but he couldn’t make the thought stick in his head, much less actually manage any coherent words.

Briefly looking away from his new employer’s phone, Ace countered with, “You haven’t started yet? Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do with that. Listen, take it in your mouth. Use lots of tongue and saliva. Keep your teeth off it. Do what would make you feel good. Simple, yeah?”

Then he went back to the phone, leaving Jake to his work. The momentum that had lead up to this seemed impossible to ignore. Reaching out once more, the dog took the rock hard shaft in hand and pulled it down towards his now open muzzle. He couldn’t help but notice it felt warm in his hand even as he leaned forward to meet the length halfway. He smelled it a half second before he tasted it, but after that all of his senses were overcome with the gorilla’s sex.

Feeling his unit taken inside the collie’s warm, wet muzzle Ace grunted. Maybe as an audible cue of his appreciation, but the boy couldn’t say for sure. All he could do was get to work, running his tongue over the flesh as he picked up an almost imperceptible salty taste alongside the more apparent musky flavor. What inches he couldn’t fit inside his muzzle, the canine massaged with his finger pads in an attempt to pleasure the entirety of the gorilla’s package.

Jake even reached a paw under the man’s cock and into his pants so that he could stroke and cup his employee’s heavy sack. Ace must have liked this as he spread his legs wider still at the sensation and grunted again.

Midway through the wet, eager blowjob that the border collie was providing him, the gorilla stated, “No one ever show you how to delete your phone history, or what? This thing goes back for months. Looks like you’re into wolves… All I see is wolves and wolves. Some hyenas, some huskies. Guess we know your type. You like 'em canine like yourself, huh?”

The lad tried to answer the man, but all he could do was mumble around the gorilla’s mouth stretching erection, his tongue pressed to the bottom and side of his muzzle by the pre leaking shaft.

Losing interest in Jake’s phone, the man sat it on the table and then redirected his attention back towards the boy saying, “Okay, let’s wrap this up. If you had more practice, I’d be up for drawing this out. But I’m not gonna spend my whole afternoon on a fumbling, piss-poor vanilla blowjob.” Pushing up from his chair just enough to pull his pants down to his thighs, Ace pulled the collie off his member and then down towards his balls as he said, “Just work on these with your mouth. Later we can brainstorm some way to get more practice without me having to teach you everything myself.”

Even as he worked intently to pleasure the gorilla’s musky sack, the canine felt shame and deep embarrassment rising in his chest. His oral skills had been so incompetent that he hadn’t even managed to get the other male off. Looking up from his up close position, Jake watched as Ace took matters into his own hand, jerking off with long strokes as he spread the dog’s saliva up and down his cock.

Making matters worse, the gorilla hardly seemed to be paying much attention to him anymore. The man had closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he stroked his meat at a relaxed pace. A unignorable part of the collie wanted to put a stop to this degrading treatment. Jake pictured himself standing up, telling the man off, firing him on the spot, and then kicking him out of his father’s house. It would be such a simple matter.

But he couldn’t. Instead, Jake still felt compelled to make up for his earlier failure by doing his best to please the man’s weighty orbs. Opening his mouth wide, the dog took both into his muzzle before wrapping his lips around the base of the gorilla’s hairy sack. The youth was sure that this would earn the hard to please man’s praise, but Ace didn’t even seem to notice.

Annoyed, the canine decided he was done. He was going to spit the older man’s out and stand up for himself. But an insistent part of him held his ego at bay even as it made him wrap his tongue around the gorilla’s nuts before sweeping underneath the pair, as if he were weighing them with his tongue. Vague concern came over Jake as he realized he couldn’t stop. That he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to gently work on Ace’s balls until the man came. The dog could already imagine how wonderful it would be to feel the sack pulse against his tongue as the gorilla squirted his seed in long hot ropes.

This internal struggle went on for several more minutes. Despite his earlier statement that he wanted to wrap this up, Ace appeared to be in no hurry to cum. Eventually, he did work himself to the peak, grunting and flexing his legs as he approached the point of no return. Jake was happy to hear it as his jaw had started to ache.

But a look of confusion came over the canine’s face when the gorilla stood up, grabbed Jake’s unfinished beer, and grunted as he pressed the fattened tip of his cockhead into the mouth of glass bottle. Jake had a front row seat for the whole ordeal as he realized Ace was blowing his whole load directly into the half full beer bottle. The balls in his mouth twitched and jostled as their seed was transferred into the glass receptacle, all the while the dog eagerly lapped at the pair as if to encourage them to empty themselves completely.

When the gorilla’s climax was over, Ace was breathing deeply as he pulled himself out of his employer’s muzzle and pulled the border collie to his feet. After handing the dazed dog the dirtied beer, the gorilla grabbed his own nearly empty bottle off the table and held it out in a toast.

“Here’s to rolling with the punches,” the man announced, bringing the bottle towards his lips. “Drink up, lad,” Ace said, immediately after putting down the final swallows of his own glass.

Jake knew exactly what was in store for him if he followed suit. A disgusting blend of hoppy, suddy beer and fresh gorilla cum. The small, white pearl of cum clutching tightly to the lip of the bottle was evidence of that. Even if the glass held far more beer than seed, the dog could already imagine what it would feel like to have globules of beer-stained jizz coat the insides of his mouth as it clung to his tongue. But even as he was already tasting it in his vivid imagination, Jake’s hand brought the bottle towards his lips with an inevitable steadiness.

He opened his mouth to explain to the gorilla that there was absolutely no way he would ever take even a single sip of the cum infused beer when the glass rim of the bottle pressed its way firmly between his lips. A panicked look crossed Jake’s face as his hand pushed the bottom of the glass up farther into the air, causing a cascade of off tasting liquid to pass through his mouth and down his throat. The contents of the bottle went down so fast that in truth he could hardly taste anything. But the fretful collie’s imagination was happy to take over, making him think he could sense the flavor of every drop as he swallowed again and again.

When he’d finally downed the entirety of his lewd drink Jake threw the bottle away, the empty container making a loud clatter as it rolled across the ceramic floor.

“That was fucking disgusting!” the younger man announced, his voice colored with angry bewilderment.

Jake didn’t care if the man got mad or was offended. The canine wasn’t sure how, but he strongly suspected that this was all the gorilla’s fault. And it pissed him off to no end that Ace was standing there smiling at him, casually pulling his pants over his rapidly deflating cock like he didn’t have a care in the world.

The dog made as if to say something else as a follow up to his previous declaration when a voice called out from somewhere else in the house.

“Jake? You done bro? We were gonna go see that movie at five”

Not having been aware that there had been someone else in the house, the gorilla questioned, “Who’s that?” But the lazy way he’d asked to canine made it apparent he wasn’t remotely concerned by the thought that someone could have quite easily interrupted them mid blowjob.

The boy was compelled to answer. “My best friend. We met at college.”

Zipping his pants back up Ace followed up with, “The two of you fuck buddies?”

“No… he’s straight,” the collie explained, face stricken in sudden and acute discomfort.

Grinning at the oddly qualified answer, the gorilla made an educated guess and invaded Jake’s privacy even further by asking, “You hot for his cock, or what?”

Now blushing hotly under his fur, the twenty four year old stated, “I’ve had a crush on him for years. We’re just friends though.”

Ace nearly instructed Jake to call his friend into the room when he decided better of it. The gorilla was tired and for the moment his sexual appetite was sated. Besides, there’d always be tomorrow if he decided to lend a hand and help out his boss’ faltering love life.

Instead, he pressed himself closely against the dog’s body and thrust a hand down the front of Jake’s pants. The man smiled when his fingers closed around the canine’s rock hard arousal. The collie let out something between a gasp and a sigh as he felt the strong fingers grip around his sensitive flesh.

His gruff voice low, and as close to seductive as it got, Ace told the youth, “Wolves weren’t the only thing I saw in that toy phone of yours. Saw them chastity bookmarks… what do those sites call it…” the gorilla paused, trying to conjure the right words. “Orgasm denial, was it? You get off on not getting off, boy?”

With a shuddering breath, Jake moaned out, “Yes, sir.”

Squeezing the smaller member between his fingers in a manner that wasn’t strictly comfortable for the collie, the man went on to say, “Well, whatever floats your boat, kid. Can’t say it’s my cup of tea, but as your new assistant only seems fair that I ‘assist’ you with that.” Now Ace was stroking the dog’s cock, building the boy up to a climax he had no intention of granting today. “What’s the longest you’ve been able to keep these balls of your pent up for, pup?”

Jake moaned out a needy whimper as he was handled, hoping desperately his best friend wouldn’t come looking for him after not getting an immediate response from the collie.

“Four days…”

Black furred arm still partly buried down the front of his boss’ trousers, Ace mulled this information over as he roughly fondled Jake’s aching erection.

“Tempting to shoot for the moon here, but I’ll be reasonable since you’re being such a good dog. One week, no squirting. For you, that is. Don’t even jack it. I don’t want your hands on your joystick unless it’s for pissing or showering. Hmmm… you want to get off now, before you officially start?” Ace asked with a mischievous grin.

“Oh god yes!” Jake practically begged, nearly humping the gorilla’s hand.

But in response Ace let his hand go slack before pulling his arm out and back to his side saying, “Too bad, boss.” The way man the man said the word ‘boss’ made it clear it wasn’t a title he particularly respected. “Welcome to the denial part of orgasm denial.”

So close to jizzing his underwear that his balls physically ached, the border collie’s hips humped uselessly back and forth through the air while Ace chuckled at the sight. Jake’s face was one of pained disappointment as his balls made their silent objection to that decision clear.

With a dismissive way of his hand, the gorilla sat back down and said, “Alright, we’re done here. Off you go. Hang out with your friend if you want, just stay out of my way for the rest of the day. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Jake wanted to stay and plead for relief but the gorilla’s powerful words left him no choice but to turn on his heel and stride out of the room in defeat. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he tried to piece together how that interview had gone the way that it did, but none of the answers he could come up with felt like they were on the mark.

The border collie walked as if waking up from a dream, blinking rapidly to refocus on the here and now. He remembered that he’d originally had no intention of hiring the self assured gorilla, much less go down on him like a wanton slut. And then there had been that thing with the beer. Fuck, he mentally cursed himself. Why had he done that? Not only had it tasted foul, it had been unspeakably crude. And the man had just stood there, watching him do it. A witness to his self debasement. Jake was sure he could still taste it, even now.

There was something wrong here. The canine felt like he was staring a puzzle with all the important pieces missing. Things just didn’t fit. But maybe that itself was some kind of clue. Jake felt as if he were starting to feel around the edges of this whole ordeal when his train of thought was interrupted.

At some point he’d walked into the den and his friend was trying to get his attention.

Waving his hand in the air as if to flag the canine down, the handsome wolf called out, “Hello Jaaaaake. Earth to Jakey? We doing this or what? They’re not gonna seat us if we walk in late.”

Snapping back from his internal dialogue, the collie blinked once more and then finally nodded.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll drive.”

The wolf flashed him a smile that made Jake’s insides melt a little in joy, even as his member throbbed. The dog wanted to excuse himself and take care of it in the bathroom, but somehow he knew it’d be pointless. Defying the gorilla felt as likely as trying to scale a sky high brick wall with just his fingers. For the moment he’d just have to accept his employee’s embarrassing new rule. But with his cock twitching uselessly in his pants, crying out for attention, the dog knew that was going to be easier said than done. Especially when his best friend smelled so damn good today.