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Chapter 10

The phone rang twice before someone picked up.

"Orr Programming," the man said.

"Which one is this?"

"Hi Damian, it's Donny."

"Hello Donald, are you and Daniel busy this Friday evening?"

"Let me check." The rest was muffled as Donald placed a hand over his phone. "Danny, we have anything scheduled on Friday?"

As always Damian took care to listen to how the other spoke, trying to find anything that would allow him to differentiate between the twins.

"We have the phone meeting with Astrom Entertainment at ten, after that nothing." Daniel sounded exactly like his brother, same cadence, intonation, both of them still even had the same trace of their Pennsylvania accent. The only way he knew this was a different speaker was because the voice was fainter, coming from further away.

"Where free," Donald said, "Why?"

"I'll message you an address, and I'd like for you and Daniel to be there, six at the latest."

"Okay, and what do you need us to do once we're there?"

"What else, have sex."

* * * * *

Sebastien wasn't familiar with this neighborhood. It wasn't affluent, which he'd expected considering Mister Orr had given him the address. That was all the text had contained, the address.

It had come as he was putting his jacket on, leaving work. While waiting for the bus he'd looked it up. It was in the Old Mill neighborhood, which had a bad reputation. For a moment the thought that someone had hacked Mister Orr's phone and was trying to get him someplace where Sebastien could be hurt crossed his mind, as well as Mister Orr sending him there for the same reason.

He dismissed the first one because Sebastien was no one important. Who would bother going through that just to hurt him? The second took a little longer. He had to admit to himself that he knew very little about Mister Orr. He'd looked him up, but the Internet had hardly anything.

In the end he dismissed it because Mister Orr had never done anything to hurt him before. Make him uncomfortable, yes, send him outside his comfort zone, certainly, but hurt him? Quite the contrary.

There had been no time or date, but the implication was to go there now. Mister Orr didn't send him instructions to be done hours later. His bus went there, but he'd have to take the one heading in the opposite direction. Which was only minutes away. So, he crossed the road and waited, wondering what was waiting for him there.

He held his messenger back tighter against himself as he walked through the neighborhood, still wondering. It would be sex, for some reason it was always sex, like Mister Orr thought only of that. The question was, what kind of sex? Sebastien wasn't knowledgeable when it came to sex, but by now he didn't think there was much left Mister Orr hadn't gotten him to do, other than the hard stuff, like bondage and master stuff, and Sebastien had told him he wasn't into that kind of stuff. He might be inexperienced, but he definitely didn't want anything done to him against his will, and he got enough of being bossed around at work.

Mister Orr had explained that neither was what he'd thought, but Sebastien hadn't been interested. Not even in trying it with him. Mister Orr had given him an enigmatic smile and nodded.

No one seemed to pay him attention as he walked, but Sebastien felt eyes on him. Or at least he imagined eyes on him. It was unsettling.

The address was a three-story brick building. It looked old, but well maintained. Ethan would know what that kind of building was called, but to Sebastien it was just a building. The entrance didn't have a panel so he could buzz the apartment he was going to. He tried the door and it opened. He worried about how secure the building was, and then figured it wasn't something he had to worry about, he wouldn't be here that long.

Apartment six was on the third floor. There were only two apartments per floor, which had surprised Sebastien. He'd expected all the buildings in this neighborhood to pack people as tightly as they could to reduce the rent. Small one-room apartments where a family of six had to squeeze in.

He buzzed number six and within seconds the door opened. Sebastien opened his mouth to say who he was, but no words came out. The man before him was a tiger, muscular with a decent amount of ruffs, but they were trimmed so he might be a little older than he looked. And he was naked.

The tiger looked at ease with the exposing himself to Sebastien and the corridor. It was empty, but he couldn't have been certain of that. He smiled. "You must be Sebastien. Please, come in." He moved out of the way.

Sebastien didn't move.

"You like what you see?"

Sebastien nodded. He was soft, but the tiger's cock was on the larger side, even if he wasn't a grower.

"Would you like to do something with me?"

Sebastien nodded again.

"Then you'll have to come in. I'm not like Alex, I like my sex with the privacy of walls and closed doors."

Sebastien nodded, but didn't move.

The tiger's laugh broke the spell. It wasn't derisive or even mocking in the least. He found the situation amusing. Sebastien's ears burned as he hurried inside. The door closed and when he turned the tiger was leaning back against it, watching him.

"I-" Sebastien closed his mouth, what were the rules this time? A quick glance around didn't show him an envelope, and the tiger certainly didn't have one on his person.

"The only instructions Damian gave me was for us to have sex. Did he give you any?"

Sebastien shook his head, then spoke. "Just this address. I was expecting the instructions to be here. There's usually an envelope."

"He didn't give me one. He did tell me to say that there was no money involved this time." The tiger canted his head, a silent request for an explanation.

Sebastien nodded. That was different, but it didn't matter. Sebastien had told Mister Orr a few times, but the older man had said it was part of how things were. So why had he changed things now? If it wasn't for Sebastien, was it-?

"If you'd had to give me money, would you have been comfortable with the arrangement?"

The tiger looked thoughtful, then shook his head. "Not really. Sex isn't something to be bought or sold. As Damian been paying you to have sex?"

"It's not that simple."

The tiger laughed. "It never is with him. How about you, are you comfortable doing this without money being involved?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation. "I never did it for the money, it... I think it was more symbolic, a way for Mister Orr to tell me that he was serious about what we were doing."

The tiger rolled his eyes. "Him and his games."

"Games?"

"Sorry, I don't mean he doesn't take what you two are doing seriously. He does. He takes everything he does seriously, no matter how frivolous it might look to the rest of us. I just wished he realized that sometimes he can get the same result just by sitting down with someone and explaining what he's after, rather than doing things like what he's doing with you." He smiled. "But we're not here to discuss him. If you're planning on staying, there are things we need to get to."

Sebastien swallowed. "Things like what?"

The tiger moved close to him. "Things you'll enjoy." He took the messenger bag off the rabbit's shoulder and placed it on the floor, against the wall. "New things, hopefully." He took Sebastien's jacket off. "Sensual things." He removed the waistcoat and leaned in as he unbuttoned the shirt. "Dirty things," he whispered.

Sebastien was panting. He wanted to run his hands through the tiger's chest fur. Feel the muscles, feel him press him against the wall, his hand on his ass. The rabbit moaned.

"Someone is looking forward to what's coming." The tiger was smiling, and he was hard. He looked larger now. On par with Mister Orr with larger balls. Sebastien cupped them. "Oh, yeah. I like an eager partner." The tiger undid the rabbit's pants.

Sebastien didn't let go of the balls through getting out of his pants, and the tiger's cock was leaking by the time he was naked too. Sebastien couldn't take his eyes off it. The tiger ran a finger through the precum, then licked it off. Sebastien swallowed as the tiger ran his finger through another pearl of precum. This time he moved the finger to the rabbit's mouth. Sebastien took it with a moan and sucked on the finger, wishing it was something else he was sucking on.

When the tiger pulled the finger out, Sebastien was ready to drop to his knees, but hands caught him by the shoulders and turned him around. "We're heading to the bedroom," the tiger whispered.

Sebastien didn't care where they went, so long as that cock went in him. He wanted to suck it, to be fucked by it, multiple times. He wanted to be pounded until he forgot his name. Filled with the tiger's cum until he felt like he'd eaten a three-course meal.

Fuck, it had been too long since he'd gotten laid.

They entered the bedroom and Sebastien's fantasies of the tiger fucking him until he was screaming in pleasure ended when he saw another tiger on the bed.

He was stretched out, hands behind his head, naked, hard. He looked familiar, but Sebastien's observation ended as he felt the tiger behind him press against his back. His hard cock hot between his ass cheeks.

"That's my husband," the tiger said.

The tiger on the bed waved. "I was wondering if you two were going to join me or just tease me. You realized sound carries everywhere in this apartment? I could hear both of you moaning."

"Don't worry Danny, I wouldn't deprive you of this wonderful find."

Sebastien's fantasy shifted. He was on all fours, being pounded from both sides. His cock twitched, completely out of his control his cock jumped in excitement and he felt precum leak down the length.

The tiger on the bed, Danny, nodded in his direction. "He certainly is eager."

"Who wouldn't be eager to fuck you?"

At the words the images in his head rearranged themselves, end then stopped. "What?" Sebastien gasped as a slick hand grabbed his cock and stroked it.

"You are going to fuck Danny."

"But he's your husband." The hand tightened on his cock and he groaned.

"So you can trust me when I tell you he's an amazing lay."

"I don't-" His moan cut him off.

"Have you topped before?"

Sebastien shook his head. There had been that one time when he was seventeen, the neighbor who'd wanted to experiment with another guy, but that hadn't gone well.

"Donny, stop jerking him off, he can't fuck me if he's soft."

Donny and Danny? Really? That couldn't be their real names. What were the odds of two guy with almost identical names end up together?

He was pushed forward and had to climb on the bed when they reached it. The motion raised his ass and the cock slipped further between his cheeks. He pushed back and it caught under his tail.

"I think he'd rather I fuck him," Donny said.

"Sebastien," Danny called, and the rabbit forced his eyes opened. "He's dessert. You need to finish me before you can have him, or he can have you, in this case."

Sebastien swallowed and pulled away. "What if I'm no good?"

"I've been fucked by truly incapable guys, trust-"

"Hey now, no talking about them that way."

"Donny, I love 'em, but there was a time when they really had no idea what to do, you weren't the one he had to endure it, you just had to laugh at all the floundering they did." He focused on the rabbit. "Trust me, Sebastien, you might be inexperienced, but so long as you're willing to give it your best, we are both going to have a fun time."

"Three of us. There's three of us here, last I check."

Danny glared past the rabbit. "That can be changed you know. I can kick you out of the bedroom."

"Nope, Damian said we were both part of this."

Danny shook his head. "You are so lucky you're a great fuck, now that the kids are out of the house it's the only reason I stay with you."

"Hey, I never claimed to be anything more than that."

Danny looked at Sebastien. "How about I show you how it's done and you can replace him?"

The idea of having this tiger every day made Sebastien vibrate. Of having anyone every day. Of coming home to someone happy to see him, playful like these two were. If he could have that, he wouldn't need anything else.

"Hey now, no long faces in my bed."

Sebastien forced a smile. "Sorry, hearing you two just made me realize that being single isn't as great as I've been trying to convince myself it was."

Danny smiled at the tiger behind the rabbit. "If you're lucky enough to find the right guy it can be pretty amazing, but don't force it. You can have a full sex life even if you're single, hell, I think the kids have more sex then us and none of them have a steady boyfriend."

"Most of them have more assistants than us. It might help."

"Well, we have one tonight, or rather, you have two, Sebastien." Danny took his arm and pulled him forward. He spread his legs as the rabbit walked on his knees between them, then wrapped them around his waist.

Sebastien could hear his heartbeat. He'd been in this position before, cock resting against cock, balls against balls, but those times he'd been the one lying back, and they hadn't been all that frequent.

"Just move to readjust yourself and then go at whatever speed you feel comfortable going."

Sebastien searched the tiger's eyes, trying to figure out how serious he was. He wanted to do this right. There was no doubt in those brown/green eyes.

He reached between them with a hand, to get a feel for where things were and quickly found the hole, already slick.

The tiger smiled at Sebastien's tilted ear. "I did know you were coming."

Sebastien nodded and moved between the legs until he had his cock in position. He looked into those eyes again, no doubts.

"Go ahead, you don't have to rush anything. Donny's the impatient one, not me."

There was a snort behind the rabbit. He looked over his shoulder, Donny was stroking himself.

"Don't worry, I won't cum until I'm deep in your ass where you want me."

Sebastien wrenched his eyes away. One thing at a time, he told himself. Fuck, he wanted them both at the same time. Maybe later?

He pushed in slightly, watching the tiger's face. The smile there didn't falter, even when the tiger's eyes rolled back and he let a deep moan out. It was when Sebastien realized he was in balls deep. He'd been so focused on making sure he didn't hurt him he hadn't even noticed himself pushing in further.

What now? The last time, by now the guy's face had been contorted in pain and he'd told Sebastien to pull out and then he'd left, never to talk with him again.

"Fucking involved a good amount of thrusting," Donny said playfully. "Don't worry, you won't break him. I certainly haven't yet."

Danny raised a hand and flips the other tiger the finger.

Sebastien slowly pulled out, and had to pause when all that was left in was his cock head. He was panting. Fuck that felt amazing, tight and soft with the pulsation of the ring as it tightened and relaxed. He pushed in and he and the tiger moaned in unison. After that he didn't need any prodding or instruction. He was thrusting in and out. Going slow, and sometimes faster. He changed the angle a few times, but he kept coming back to this.

The tiger moaned, and cursed once in a while. Sebastien managed to make him shudder by thrusting in as hard as he could and the fur on his stomach soaked with precum. The expression of pleasure on the tiger's face drove Sebastien to fuck him harder, and with that his orgasm hit.

He pushed as deep as he could and as he let out a scream of pleasure the tiger under him shuddered again.

The rabbit slumped forward as he felt the bed shift. He felt hands on his back, rubbing, then hands on his ass, massaging and spreading them.

"Are you ready?"

Sebastien couldn't answer, words were lost to him for the moment, so he gave a thumbs up. There was a chuckle, then he felt a slick cock between his cheeks, under his tail and then he groaned as it entered him.

Fuck, this had to be the Eden Christians kept going on about. He'd convert if he could be certain that was where that Path of theirs lead.

The cock stretched him and he bit into the shoulder of the tiger under him. "More," he whispered. And he got more. Just how long was he? There was no way he could take it all, he would be pierced all the way through. Of fuck this felt amazing.

Then he felt balls slap his, and he knew he'd taken it all. Was it the position? Had he ever taken a guy this way? He couldn't remember, but he felt like he had been the one doing all the work. He felt out of breath, exhausted.

And then Donny began pulling out.

Sebastien tried to move with him, to force him to stay inside, but Danny held him down with a chuckle. The tiger behind him pulled out completely and Sebastien let out a low moan of loss.

"Now that's a sound I never get tired of hearing." Hands massaged his ass. "You like having my cock in you?"

The rabbit nodded.

"You want me to show you how my brother likes to be fucked?" the cock rested against his hole.

"Donny, stop teasing him."

"I'm not teasing him, I'm making sure I know what he wants. And what are you complaining about by the time I'm done, there'll be two of us to drive you crazy."

Danny moaned at that idea.

Sebastien began chuckling at the interaction, and that turned into a gasp as the cock entered him, hard and fast, all the way in. Then out it went, and back in. Sebastien moaned and groaned as what fucked him wasn't a cock but a piston, a hard, hot, pleasure-inducing piston.

Donny was relentless, in and out, no pausing. The motion moved Sebastien inside Danny's ass and he felt himself getting hard again. Danny cursed lightly, his own cock growing harder between them

Donny was silent, except for his grunting. In and out his cock went and each time Sebastien's pleasure went up a notch. He was light-headed, giddy when he kissed the tiger below him. There was no hesitation, he pressed his lips against the other man and there was an immediate response. Their tongues crossed the boundaries, explored each other's muzzle.

In the middle of that Danny tensed, then bucked under him. Sebastien felt his fur soaking up more moisture. Behind him the sounds seemed to push Donny into a frenzy. With a growl he thrust hard enough for Sebastien and Danny to slide on the bed and then he was still, his cock pulsing inside Sebastien.

The rabbit was cross eyes, even if he hadn't been the one to cum this time. That had been amazing. He wanted to tell them that, but again, he couldn't make words work.

He winced when Donny pulled out by letting himself fall to the side. "That," the tiger said, "was hot."

"I agree," Danny said, gently pushing Sebastien off him and between the two of them. The rabbit agreed also.

He looked as he felt something cold on his groin. Danny was wiping it with a cloth. "I take it we're done?" he couldn't keep the disappointment from his voice.

"Hardly," Donny said. "I just need to catch my breath. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Don't listen to him, he's just lazy. He wants one of us to sit on his cock so he doesn't have to do any of the work."

Sebastien looked and Donny was still hard. He thought about moving, sitting on it. Experiencing that again.

"Don't," Danny said. "He can work too. He isn't an invalid, yet." A pillow hit the tiger over the head.

Sebastien tried to come up with a response, but a moan was all that escaped him as Danny nibbled on his neck. "This night is for you to enjoy yourself, Sebastien. Let us do most of the work." The rabbit groaned as his cock was grabbed by a slick hand and stoked.

The bed shifted and Danny moaned. Sebastien opened an eye. Donny was behind his husband, fucking him hard and fast. Danny had stopped nibbling, his face a mask of pure bliss. Donny hadn't been kidding when he'd said that was how Danny liked it.

Sebastien reached between the tiger's legs and stroked him. It didn't take long before Danny was cursing and cumming over his hand and arm. With a satisfied grin, Donny moved out from behind the tiger and between the rabbit's legs, raising him over his shoulder.

He didn't bother asking, he just pushed in and Sebastien gave a moan that matched Danny's. Donny wasn't as vigorous this time, but he certainly wasn't out of energy. He joined in nibbling the rabbit's neck as he pounded his ass. Minutes later he tensed with a low growl and his cock pulsed inside the rabbit.

He was gentler when he pulled out this time, and snuggled against Sebastien., rubbing his side. Danny hadn't stopped stroking him through all that, but only enough to keep him hard, not make him cum.

"Wow." Was all Sebastien said.

"Can we adopt him?" Danny asked.

"I don't know, can he fuck you properly?"

"He can learn."

"I'd like to make sure before we sign the papers."

"The evening's still young, and we have all weekend. The city courts don't open until Monday.

Sebastien chuckled. "I can't-"

"Oh shush, you're still hard, and you're young. I'm sure you can learn a lot easier than my brother over there."

"Danny."

Sebastien froze. He couldn't have heard that right, but the warning in the tone.... He looked from one to the other, and the sense of familiarity vanished, to be replaced by- "you guys are twins."

"Danny-"

"He was going to notice at some point."

"But you said he was your husband."

"I'm that too. Married by a priest of the Order of the All-Encompassing, compassionate, God of Us All."

"But you're brothers."

"It doesn't mean we don't love each other. Didn't want to spend our life together, raise a family." Danny was on his side, elbow on the bed, head on his hand.

"And it doesn't get you in trouble?"

"We don't advertise," Donny said, not sounding happy.

Sebastien sat up. "You're Mister Orr's brothers!"

"Mister Orr?" Donny said.

Danny burst out laughing. "Who calls Damian that?"

The rabbit looked from one to the other. "I do?"

Both tigers laughed.

"What?"

"Sorry, he's our baby brother. We could never 'Mister' him anything," Danny said.

"I can't even imagine other people calling him that," Donny added. He placed a hand on the rabbit's chest and pushed him back softly. Sebastien could resist. It's wasn't an ordering push, it was an asking one. He lied back down. The two tigers curled against him again, hands on his chest and sides, but no his cock.

"Is us being brothers too weird for you?" Donny asked.

"It was a shock. I thought it was odd that two tigers with almost identical names ended up marrying each other, and I saw a familiarity, but I wasn't really looking. I would probably have realized it once things quieted down."

"Like now?"

"Well, I don't think it getting quiet now was part of the plan," Sebastien said with a grin.

Danny's hand moved lower. "And do you want it to stay quiet? We can end this now if you want."

"You guys know that pretty much every guy out there had a fantasy about having sex with twins, right?"

Donny grinned. "Do you?"

"It never even crossed my mind that twin buff tigers would ever be in the same bed as me, let alone have their hands on me, cocks inside me."

"Did he say cocks?" Danny asked.

"It did sound like it. So you want us both inside you at the same time?"

Sebastien's ears burned and he wished he could sink into the mattress. "I've never tried it."

"What do you say Danny? You feel like topping for ones?"

The tiger on Sebastien's right smiled. "I think this might be a worthwhile reason."

Sebastien grinned and wished he could disappear at the same time. He couldn't say he didn't want to try it; his now rock-hard cock would call him a liar right there. But both were well endowed.

"I think we can keep it for the end of this, whenever that comes. With can work him up to that in the meantime. And we can make sure he can fuck me hard and fast too."

Sebastien covered his face with a hand.

"You're liking this, aren't you," Donny asked.

Sebastien nodded.

"You aren't used to being the center of attention, are you?"

Sebastien shook his head.

"You are going to be in so much trouble if we introduce you to the rest of the family."

"Can we-" he stammered. "Can we wait until I'm no longer burning up before bringing any more guys into this?"

The tigers laughed. "Don't worry, we'll wait until you're ready," Danny said.

"But for now, I'm ready to fuck you again." Donny climbed between Sebastien's legs, pulled them over his shoulder and before the rabbit had time to say anything, he was moaning.

Not to be left out, Danny leaned in and took Sebastien's cock into his mouth. Far too quickly, the rabbit orgasmed, and he might have been disappointed at how quickly it had happened, if then Donny hadn't immediately done to fingering him while Danny kept sucking.

Sebastien lost count of his orgasm after the eighth one that evening, and he didn't bother counting for the rest of the weekend.

Chapter 11

On the screen, the rabbit was leading a woman in a light blue suit to the counter. He placed the clothing bag on the counter, exchanged a few words with the badger and headed for the corner where his jacket hung.

Damian took his phone out and entered a number.

The rabbit reached into the jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone. He glanced at the badger, who was handing the clothing bag to the woman, and took the call.

"Mister Orr. I don't have much time, I'm not on my break."

"I understand. I wanted to inform you that there is a car parked in front of the shop."

"Okay, but I don't-"

"The car will stay there for five minutes starting now." Damian pressed the button on the tablet and the timer started counting down. The one it was linked to in the car would be showing the same countdown. "I'd like you to be in it before it leaves."

"Mister Orr, I'm at work. I can't just leave."

"I understand."

"Can you at least tell me what this is about? I could get fired if I leave now. Mister Entil hasn't been happy with me recently, well ever since...you know."

"All I will say is that if you get in the car, it could change your life."

Sebastien let out a huff. "Of it's going to change my life. Being unemployed is a change. Will it at least be for the better?"

Damian remained silent.

"Mister Orr, You've always made it clear I could say no at any time."

"You can."

"Damn it, I don't know if I can do this."

"Then I will leave you to deliberate."

"Wait-" But Damian had already disconnected the call.

On the screen Sebastien was looking at his phone. He could call back, and Damian didn't put his away because of that. The rabbit was pensive.

The cheetah walked by, made a comment, but the rabbit didn't react to it. He put the phone back in its pocket and crossed the store to the front window. He looked outside and nodded to himself.

The badger came to him, said something, which Sebastien ignored. The badger's body language stiffened and he said something else, harsher this time.

It wasn't the words Sebastien responded with that caused Damian's ears to straightened, it was his body language. The rabbit had snapped at the badger, and he wasn't showing any signs he felt bad about it, his ears were up, his jaw set.

The badger growled something, and Sebastien replied, talking down to his boss. The badger hadn't expected that and backed up. Before he could muster whatever he felt he had to do to assert his position of power Sebastien had gone and grabbed his jacket. He exchanged words with the cheetah, then made for the door. The badger threatened Sebastien, and the rabbit gave him the finger.

Damian smiled. He'd worked out Sebastien had gained confidence from what he'd heard, but this was the first demonstration the rabbit could stand his ground.

On the other screen, from a camera across the street, the car, a dark blue Mitsubishi Worth, was in the foreground, with the tailor's shop door behind it. Sebastien exited, crossed the distance but paused as Jimmy exited to open the door for him. The rabbit hesitated, looked over his shoulder, then got in the car.

Damian placed a hand on the operator's shoulder. "We're done here. You can head back." The woman nodded and turned off screens as Damian got out of the nondescript cube van. He waited for the traffic to lighten then hurried to the other side of the street, where another shop stood, this one clearly smaller with the windows on each side of the door only large enough to accommodate one suit each, not on a mannequin, but laid out on an angled board.

He entered the shop and settled in to wait.

* * * * *

Sebastien looked at the wolf in the front, behind the wheel. He wore a black suit, a well-made one from the glance he'd gotten, but he didn't have the cap he expected from a driver. Well, which movies told him he should have.

"Do you know what this is about?" Sebastien asked.

"My instructions are to drive you to a specific address."

"But do you know what's going to happen there?"

The wolf shook his head.

"You work for Mister Orr, right?"

"I do."

"How long have you worked for him?"

The wolf looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Twelve years."

"How is he? As a boss I mean."

"He's a good boss. A good man, but you know that, right? You two have spent time together."

Sebastien felt himself blush. He wanted to ask if the wolf had been with Mister Orr, but that felt too intimate of a question, so he settled for watching the buildings while they drove.

* * * * *

He knew the area, Sebastien realized as the wolf opened the car door for him. This was the textile district. Stores upon stores made and sold fabrics. The best textile in the country came from this neighborhood. He'd always wanted to come here, peruse the store, see that those who had money could afford to get, but he'd never worked up the courage. Was he here for a tour of the neighborhood?

"He's waiting for you there." The wolf indicated a small shop between two textile stores. There was no name on the door or over it, but by the discolored wood he could tell there had been a plaque there.

Sebastien turned as the wolf opened the driver side door. "Thanks, for the ride I mean."

"You're welcome."

Sebastien watched the car pull away then turned to face the shop. The window on each side of the door had suits in them, so this was a tailor's shop. Maybe Mister Orr had found him a better place to work at? It wasn't like other than going to a clothing store there was anywhere worse than Edgar and Son to work at. Mister Entil could be a self-entitled ass at times.

The door was unlocked and bells chimed over it as he opened it. The inside was dark and smelled of fabric, inks and adhesives. He smiled and breathed in the air. Once the door closed almost no sounds from outside made it in.

It was only then he heard the breathing. He saw the tiger at the other end of the store.

"Hello Sebastien."

"Mister Orr. What's this place?"

"A tailor's shop."

"I know that. I mean, why am I here?"

The tiger motioned for him to come closer and Sebastien did so. There were no suits hanging on mannequins or displayed. The shelves were bare of anything.

The tiger moved to reveal a mirror, as well as another man. A ram who had to be in his seventies. "Sebastien, I'd like to introduce you to Jerome Hiline. Jerome, this is the young man I told you about, Sebastien Gauld."

Sebastien was taken aback. "Mister Hiline? The tailor Mister Hiline?"

The ram smiled as he approached. "I am, but the name is Jerome, none of this Mister business in here." He ran a trembling hand over Sebastien's jacket, then pulled it open to examine the insides.

"I'm afraid Sebastien is a lost cause, Jerome. I haven't been able to get him to stop calling me Mister Orr."

"Well, a young man could have worse habits I guess." He folded the fabric of the jacket to look at the stitching. "It's good work, but the fabric leaves a little to desire."

"I repurposed a jacket I bought at Goodwill." If Sebastien had known Jerome Hiline would be looking at his work, he would have brought something he'd made for his friends. Something he'd used better quality fabric on.

The ram looked at the tiger. "You were right. It's very good work." He turned and headed for a small door tucked away in the side of the room. "But it won't do. It won't do at all."

Sebastien didn't know what to feel. Was his work good or not? The tiger was no help. His face remained impassive as he stood to the side. Looking more like Mister Hiline's bodyguard than the executive Sebastien had gotten to know.

The ram returned from the other room with a stack of boxes, which Mister Orr hurried to take off his hands and set on a shelf. The ram looked at Sebastien expectantly. When the rabbit didn't do anything, he motioned.

"Well, go on, off with them."

"Off? My clothes?"

"Of course."

The tiger placed a hand on the ram's shoulder. "Jerome, I can handle this part. Why don't you go sit down and rest?"

"Are you sure?" the tone had some severity to it, a school teacher asking if a student had done his homework properly.

"I'm certain. Remember, your doctor doesn't want you to stay on your feet for extended period of time."

The ram nodded and headed for the open door. Sebastien saw it was a storage room. Mister Orr closed the door behind him then turned to face the rabbit.

"Well?" the tiger asked.

"What?"

"Get out of them."

"Why?"

"Because Jerome made you some." The tiger didn't wait for Sebastien to start, he stepped up to him and removed the rabbit's jacket, folded it and placed it on a shelf.

Sebastien took over undressing himself and Mister Orr moved to the boxes, opening them, but not taking out their content.

When Sebastien was in his underwear the tiger smiled. "Everything."

"You want me naked?"

The tiger's smile broadened. "I doubt anything has changed since the last time I saw you naked."

Sebastien blushed and looked at the door.

"He can't hear us. Jerome doesn't like distractions so he made sure the shop is as soundproof as possible."

"Is he going to be okay, alone in there?"

"He has his phone, so he can read his articles, or watch his shows. Jerome never needed to be among people to be at ease." Mister Orr motioned for Sebastien to get on with it, and the rabbit took off his underwear.

Sebastien felt exposed, nude in this unknown place. If he knew what Mister Orr wanted, he might be more comfortable, but the tiger wasn't reacting to his nakedness.

He took something white from a box and handed it to Sebastien. Underwear. After a moment to wonder why he'd had to take off his only to put another pair on, he put them on.

And immediately felt the difference. This hugged his body perfectly. The pouch was the right size so his package didn't feel compressed, or like it hung loose. He ran his hand over the fabric, it didn't even pull at his fur.

"Jerome made them for you," the tiger said at his surprised expression.

"But how? How did he get my measurements? I never met him before now."

"You've been with me a few times."

Sebastien raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall you ever taking out a measuring tape."

Mister Orr showed his hands. "I've had these all over your body."

"You can't take my measurements with your hands."

The tiger smiled. "Those would indicate that I can." He took out a shirt and handed it to Sebastien, who put it on. Then the tiger walked around him, smoothing the fabric as the rabbit buttoned it. Like the underwear the shirt fit him exactly.

Then Mister Orr handed him socks, and then the pants. They were deep brown, with a thin gold pinstripe. The waistcoat came after that, charcoal, and the vest, which matched the pants. Shoes came last, or so Sebastien thought. He was handed a tie once he was done putting them on.

He eyed the tiger. He didn't like ties.

"I can help you put it on, if you want."

"I know how. They just feel like I have a noose around my neck."

"Some people believe the tie was created so wives could lead their husband around."

Sebastien chuckled. "I doubt that, considering how male-dominated it used to be."

"Still is."

Sebastien closed his eyes and adjusted it by feel. He'd spent months practicing tying a tie. He'd learned every knot and had repeated them multiple times a day so that when he had to wear one, he could this.

His hands moved without him thinking about it, and when he opened his eyes, he was tightening a perfect Windsor. He looked himself over in the mirror. He had to admit he looked good. He ran a hand over the fabric, he could feel the heaviness of it. It would take work and care but it would last him.

The tiger stood behind him in the blue suit Sebastien had made for him. They both looked like they were heading to a business meeting.

Sebastien grinned. "So, who am I supposed to impress?"

Mister Orr canted his head. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe your clients?"

He looked at himself in the mirror again. "I could probably sell someone a car dressed like this, maybe even insurance."

"How about a suit?"

"I guess I could to that too. I mean this is probably the best advertising for a suit, it looks good and wears well. I'd have no problem convincing someone to hire Mister Hiline to make them one."

"How about convincing them you can make such a suit?"

Sebastien laughed. "Right, because I'd ever be-" he stopped at the seriousness in the tiger's face. "I can't, this isn't my work."

"Do you think you could make something like this?"

Sebastien turned hem of the jacket over. "Maybe? If I went to Europe and apprenticed under one of the masters there."

"What if Jerome taught you?"

Sebastien snorted. "Like I could ever afford to pay him."

"Maybe you could, if you had your own shop."

"Right. Because tailor's shops just happen to be lying around for some inexperienced kid to pick it up."

"Don't sell yourself short, Sebastien," The tiger said severely. "It doesn't suit you. You are not inexperienced. You have gone through the courses, and have practiced your skills, but more, you enjoy them."

Sebastien's ear drooped. "Sorry. I guess the idea of being able to do this for a living doesn't quite fit yet."

"Then make it fit. Reality is what you decide it is."

Sebastien nodded and tried to convince himself he could own his own shop one day.

"As for a shop lying around, just waiting for a new owner, it turns out the owner of this shop has had to retire due to old age. Which means it's ready for someone new, with a younger mindset to take over."

Sebastien moved away. "No. Are you kidding? I can't buy this place."

"It's a rental."

"That doesn't change anything. This is the textile district; do you have any idea how expensive the rent on this place it."

"I do."

"Of course, you do. I'm guessing you researched it months ago."

"Years ago, actually."

"Then you know there's no way I can afford it, not taking into account I probably lost my job already."

"I think you could convince the owner to give you a break on the rent. You're a nice, trustworthy person."

"Let me guess, you know the owner."

"I do."

"And you've had sex with him."

The tiger shook his head. "Haven't quite managed that yet."

"Yeah, well he doesn't know me. If he did, he'd know better than to offer me something like that. I'd never-" His words were cut by Mister Orr pulling him against his chest and holding him tightly.

"You're freaking out because this is a lot to take in. I understand, but you need to relax. The owner knows you. He knows the kind of person you are. You are someone who cares for others. Who isn't afraid of taking risks, but also knows there are to be limits. You are quiet, but you can stand your ground when it matters."

"You're the owner, aren't you?" Sebastien said, his voice muffled.

"Yes, I am."

Sebastien pushed away. "So what? I'm going to pay the rent with sex?"

"Do you want that?"

"No! Are you crazy? Of course not. But you have to realize that this." He motioned to the suit he was wearing. "Doesn't compare to that." He indicated the clothing on the shelf.

"It's possible that it doesn't, but it compares to this." The tiger indicated the suit he was wearing. "You never dress yourself the way you dress others, not just those who came to the shop, even the clothing you make for your friends is better quality than what you wear."

"Because it doesn't matter what I wear."

Mister Orr took Sebastien by the shoulders and turned him to the mirror. "This suit isn't just clothing. It's a uniform, it's an advertising. You make clothing so what you wear shows people that you can dress them just as well. You're right, if it had just been based on what you wore, Jeremy wouldn't have bothered with you. Fortunately You made me this suit."

"Which you paid Mister Entil a lot of money for."

"And I'd pay you that money, after all I need more than one suit."

"One client isn't going to let me survive."

"I can bring you another client, Jimmy will need more suits too."

"Mister Orr, two-"

"Jerome also has all his clients, who will be happy to give you a chance once they learn he his teaching you. If you can impress even a fraction of them, you'll be able to afford the rent here, as well as improve your standard of living."

"Why me? Why offer me the shop, three months ago you didn't even know who I-" Sebastien put his head in his hand. "Dear God, this is what it's all been about?" he faced the tiger. "All the getting me to put myself in compromising position, it was about this shop?"

The tiger smiled. "No, at first it was just to see the kind of man you were. To see if I could get you to push your limits, but I saw someone with character under the surface. And you're a skilled tailor, I need a new tailor, so I decided to see if you'd be right for it."

"And how does getting me to jerk off in an alley do that? In a public bathroom? On a rooftop? What did that-" the answer came to him and it stunned him. "Trust. It was all so I'd get to trust you. So I'd get in the car when you told me, no when you asked me to."

"And so you'd trust yourself. You needed to see that you were capable of more than just taking orders, being under someone's shoe."

"And what if I'd agreed to jerk off in front of my door? What would have happened when one of my neighbors saw me and called the police?"

"It wouldn't have happened."

"Really? Because you know people so well you can tell when they'll go in and out of their apartment?"

"No, because I'd emptied the building before you arrived. A gas leak. Every tenant was offered a luxury hotel room while the repairs were done."

"No, I heard them move about."

"You heard people from a security firm I own who were there so you'd think the apartments were occupied. You needed to believe things were normal so you'd react in a real way. I wouldn't learn anything about you if you realized the situations were controlled."

"You set all of that up? How about the bathroom? Guys came in and out."

"Actors, with instructions not to react to anything they heard."

Sebastien looked for a place to sit down, but all he could do was lean against a shelf. As exciting as that had been, he'd been terrified of being discovered. Which of course forced him to wonder again why he'd gone through with it. Why he'd gone through with any of them

"How about the tiger at the coffee shop?"

"Alexander, my nephew."

"You got your nephew to take part in having sex in public?"

"It didn't take much convincing. I mentioned you were good looking and that it would be in a public restroom and he was all for it."

"Wait, he knew it was all setup then?"

The tiger laughed. "No, that would have taken away from his fun. By the way, you threw him for a loop when you spoke to him."

"Huh?"

"I'd told him you were shy. I didn't expect you to start talking to men you found attractive by then. He had no idea how to react."

Sebastien nodded and rubbed his face. "Look, I need to know something. If I agree to this, becoming your tailor, taking over this shop. Are we going to continue having sex?" He tried to keep himself from sounding hopeful.

"That will depend on you, but if we do, there will be changes."

"Like what?"

"You understand that everything that happened until now was for your benefit?"

Sebastien tilted an ear. "Really?" he replied, dryly.

The tiger smiled. "I enjoyed my part it in, but everything was crafted with you in mind, and at any point you could say no. If we continue past this point, that is an option you will no longer have."

"You mean I'm going to be your slave?"

"No. I will lay down the rules you are agreeing to before you agree to them and I will never change them without your agreement, but within does constraints, you will agree to do what I dictate. Before you ask for us to have that discussion, talk with Jimmy, my driver. Tell him he can explain the arrangement we have. It will give you an idea of what you would be getting into."

Sebastien nodded. He had a sense that there would be a lot of what he'd already gone through, only more so. "To be clear, the shop isn't contingent on me becoming your sex slave."

"That is correct."

"So all I'm going to have to do is make sure it stays afloat."

"Yes, and I will be happy to give you a reduced starting rent so you can focus on learning from Jerome and on building your clientele."

"And there won't be any sex attached to that either?"

"No sex attached." Mister Orr smiled. "Sebastien, you are a good man, I will never surprise or trick you into doing something you aren't willing. From this point forward, I will always make my intentions clear, so that you can agree with them or not."

"But if I agree, I'm locked in."

"You will know what you agree to, but yes. That agreement will be binding."

Sebastien straightened and smoothed his suit. "In that case, Mister Orr, I'd be happy to be your tailor."