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The morning sun crept through the binds of Matt’s bedroom window, rousing him from a pretty restless night of sleep. The grey wolf rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, a loose sheet barely hanging onto the mattress after the tossing and turned he’d done all night. It had been two weeks now since he’d handed his notice in at the office. Tom, a large and imposing Dobermann and Matt’s boss, wasn’t too pleased, but he understood Matt’s decision to leave.

As Matt got ready for work that morning, styling his orange hair up like usual and slipping on his suit pants and shirt, he couldn’t shake the nerves that had settled in his stomach. He knew that since this was his last day, he’d be having his leaving interview with Tom after his shift to discuss his performance and receive his final evaluation, made Matt’s fur bristle up with unease.

The day pass in a burr of farewells and good lucks from his co-workers that stopped by his desk. He wrapped up any remaining tasks and projects to ensure his replacement would have a smooth time. Matt leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window, seeing the sun setting over the city and letting out a long sigh as he straightened up his tie, got up from his desk for the last time, and made his way to Tom’s office down the hall.

Matt raised his hand to knock on his bosses door, just as he was about to do it he heard the unmistakable voice of the large Dobermann from inside.

“Come on in!” the deep voice barked from the other side.

Matt took one deep breath and entered Tom’s office. The room was well lit, Tom’s desk say in the middle with his computer screen on one side and a stack of papers on the other. Tom was seated behind the large wooden desk, the imposing figure of a heavy set and well built Dobermann filling the space. Tom had already removed his suit jacket for the day, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Sit.” Tom commanded, waving a large hand to the chair across the from him. Matt, of course, complied. His heart was starting to race a little in his chest as he took a seat, his hands starting to feel a little sweaty from his nerves. Tom began by flipping through some of the papers on his desk, his brow furrowing as he glanced up occasionally at the younger wolf sitting across from him.

After several minutes of, what was essentially, reading from a script and checking marked boxes, Tom paused.

“You know,” he remarked, his voice taking on a slightly more relaxed tone than Matt had ever heard him use while working for him, “ You’ve always looked good in your shirts Matt. Do you work out or anything?” the large male leaned back in his chair, his eyes almost scanning over the wolf in front of him.

The Dobermann laughed a little, a deep rumble from his chest, as he leaned forwards, his elbows resting on the desk.

“Don’t worry, you can relax now. No need to be formal, as of right now you’re not my employee anymore.” Tom paused as his gaze lingered on Matts body, taking in the way that the younger canines shirt stretched a little across his shoulders. “Must be pretty popular with the ladies, huh? “

Matt let out a small, confident, laugh as he glanced at the picture Tom had on his desk. The photo showed Tom smiling next to his wife and two young pups, causing the wolf to feel a flicker of uncertainty, pbut pushed that aside as he met Tim’s gaze with his own.

“Well, I try to stay in shape. I guess it helps me stay popular with the guys too.” Matt replied with a cheeky with.

The wolf brushed a hand through his orange hair as he thought carefully about his next words. After all, a few minutes ago Tom was his boss and knew all his friends from work. He figured he may as well take a chance,his confidence growing a little from the compliment.

“So, is this your way of coming on to me, boss?” Matt asked playfully, almost wanting to tease the older canine.

Hearing Matt’s reply, the Dobermanns eyes glinted slightly as he leaned back in his office chair. “Well, I thought I’d made it pretty obvious. But if you want to know more... Well...” Toms gaze started to drift down Matt’s torso before flicking back up to connect with the wolfs. “Why not start with taking off that shirt, and we’ll see where this goes.” Toms tone was a mixture of challenging and inviting, the air between the two males suddenly felt charged with tension. Matt’s tail had already began to wag gently from side to side underneath the desk, betraying his excitement.

Matts heart began to race slightly as he reaches for the buttons on his shirt, slowly beginning to undo them, his fingers slightly trembling with anticipation for where this was going. He’d never done something like this before, especially with his boss...well, ex boss now. Matt couldn’t help but notice the way the Dobermann sitting across from Matt was looking at him, Tom almost had a hunger in his eyes that made the wolfs fur stand on end.

Slowly and teasingly, Matt began to open his shirt. The grey wolf revealed his swimmers like body, the lighter patch of fur from his chin trailing down over his chest, his stomach and even lower beneath his pants. Tom’s eyes followed the movement, his gaze intense as he took in the sight of Matt’s exposed fur.

With one last shrug, Matt let the shirt fall from his shoulders and drop to the ground behind him.

“So, boss, is this what you wanted to see?” the wolf asked, his voice tinged with a confident spark. Matt’s tail swished behind him as he waited for Toms response to the bold move. The tension in the air was palpable with a new kind of energy that was never there in their work lives.

Toms eyes darkened as they roamed over the wolfs torso. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry at the sight of the wolfs body. The Dobermann shifted in his seat as his pants began to feel tighter with his own body’s reaction.

“Come here.” Tom growled, his voice commanding with an almost animalistic growl. He pushed himself back in his chair and spread his legs open, the prominent bulge his pants easily noticeable to Matt .

“Get that muzzle of yours between my legs. Now.” Tom ordered, more than requested, his eyes gleaning with a hunger as the wolf gave a slight nod.

Matt’s heart pounded in his chest with excitement as he stood up, eager to obey Tom’s command. He walked over to his old boss, lowering himself down to his knees and bringing his head down. His muzzle now inches away from the straining bulge of the Dobermann. Matt breathed deep, picking up the musky scent from Toms crotch, making his own cock throb and twitch underneath his pants.

“Like this, boss?” Matt asked as he looked up at Tom. His eyes wide and filled with a mix of innocence and desire. The wolfs paws hovered at his sides, awaiting the next order the his boss was going to bark at him.

Tom reached down, his large paw unbuckling his belt. He quickly yanked down his pants, Matt’s eyes fixated on the Dobermanns crotch, as Tom frees his massive, thick canine cock. It practically sprang out, long and hard, the tapered tip already glistening with pre cum.

“Go on then, pup.” Tom growled down at the wolf between his thighs. With one paw he gripped the base of his shaft to hold it steady on front of Matt’s muzzle. The other paw reached out and gripped the back of Matt’s head, pushing him closer to the throbbing meat in front of the wolf.