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This story was written for Pokemonmaniac3595. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults in a public place, suggestions of watersports and lots of knotty fun. :3

The Boss and his Knot

Owen had been attracted to Butch from the day he began working for him. The great dane was so fucking hot, and god, even his name made the dalmatian intern's tail wag. Whichever of his parents had thought to name him that all those years ago... they were a fucking genius. Never in his life had Owen understood the whole power fantasy thing of finding an authority figure attractive, until now. Sure, he'd had crushes and feelings for people around him in a more professional context in the past, thinking primarily of other, younger students in his college dorms and even a few of the professors from his classes. But the way he felt for Butch, it wasn't just rooted in how the great dane looked or how he carried himself with regard to his personality, with some sort of power balance being simply inherent alongside all that like it might have been for the people Owen had found himself attracted to in college. Butch was the boss first and foremost, and it was that fact which stood at the very centre of how Owen saw him.

Butch could tell him what to do and how to do it. Butch had the power to make his every working day heavenly or hellish. And the fact that Butch was such a good boss to him and the rest of their colleagues in the large, corporate office where they all worked together made his wielding of that power even more deliciously appealing.

Needless to say, Owen thought about Butch even when he wasn't at work. Many a day after arriving home from the office the dalmatian would find himself slinking into his bedroom and bashfully peeling off his work attire, imagining that it was the great dane peeling off each individual item of clothing before he lay down on his bed, pulled a toy out from his bedside cabinet, and went to work imagining what it would be like to be filled with Butch's thick, throbbing manhood. Hell, on occasion after being made to talk to the boss directly, or one time after seeing Butch bend over and expose his firm, sturdy ass even through the fabric of his dark slacks, Owen had been so worked up that he hadn't had any choice but to sneak off to the office restrooms and take care of himself.

Since then he hadn't been able to use the restrooms at all without imagining himself and Butch standing in the same stall, the great dane's hand over his muzzle to stifle his cries as thick ribbons of cum poured from his cock and splattered against the back of the stall's wooden door. Truth be told in fact, there was barely a day that went by without Owen finding himself at least briefly distracted from his job by thoughts of his boss taking him aside into some quiet room, locking the door behind them, and swiftly proceeding to fuck the dalmatian's spotty brains out. Today being one of those days of course, as Owen stood near motionless in the break-room, holding an empty mug in one hand and staring at a pot of coffee that had been ready to pour for several minutes now.

He was only drawn out of his reverie, thankfully before his sheath could do more than just begin to thicken and swell a little, when the sound of a figure clearing their throat close by cut through those lewd imaginings. Feeling his face burning hot beneath his black spotted fur, the dalmatian prepared to make some joke to whoever had caught him just standing and staring off into space about how he was glad it was Friday, and that they had coffee to get them through the rest of the day. As Owen turned on the spot however and tried to light up his face with a warm, casual smile that betrayed none of the impropriety of what he had actually been thinking, his eyes bulged. His heart lurched, and his libido began to thrash and flail and strain against the chains holding it back as he laid eyes upon the individual who had torn him from his fantasy.

"H-hi, Mr Carrelsford. Sorry I zoned out there, I'll g-get my coffee and get right back to work, sir."

Owen might not have been a woman in a corset from the eighteen hundreds, but he almost swooned as he set eyes upon his boss, the great dane in question whose form was no longer merely inside his head, but standing right in front of him. The taller, stronger dog chucked to him with a deep rumbling laughter that seemed to shake Owen to his very core, and shook his head as he reached out and boldly plucked the empty coffee mug from Owen's grasp. He moved in closer to the dalmatian, so close in fact that Owen could smell the gentle mixture of cologne and Butch's own inherently masculine scent, and leaned past Owen to set the mug down on the break-room counter beside the coffee machine.

"Don't worry about that, you can get your coffee at your leisure in a short while. But, before you do... would you mind following me for a minute, Owen? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

The dalmatian's heart lurched with a mixture of excitement and worry. Normally it would never seem like a good thing when a boss asked if they could have a word, it was the sort of thing you heard about people having said to them before they got a disciplinary action filed against them, or before they got fired. For a moment Owen pictured himself jerking off in the restrooms here at the office, while outside the door some other employee listened in, scowling and preparing to go to the higher ups and tell them all about the inappropriately adult actions being performed on company property. He tried to settle those nerves however by reminding himself of what Butch had just said. He could get his coffee in a short while. Surely that meant he was expected to return to work after the fact, so firing wasn't an option. At the same time though, a part of the dalmatian's mind was convincing him that none of this was something about which he should be concerned. Instead he should be delighted, thrilled to be what for all he knew was Butch's personal pick for a special project. A sign of the boss's faith in him, and a show that Butch wanted them to work more closely together.

Trying to focus on the positives rather than the potential negatives as best he could, Owen nodded, and soon found himself following Butch out of the break-room and through the main body of the office. They weren't heading for the great dane's own corner office by the looks of things, further suggesting to Owen that this was about something other than an official reprimand, but down one corridor, then another and another away from the office's main open plan area and towards the board rooms on its far side. Butch made no effort to talk to Owen as they walked and thus Owen remained quiet too, wondering but not daring to ask where they were heading or why they needed to be so far from the main body of the office and most of its staff. As he kept pace a few steps behind his boss however, Owen didn't feel any need to complain about the situation while regarding Butch's tight ass and short, whip-like tail wiggling from side to side above it. Truthfully his only regret was that they arrived at their destination on practically the far side of the office floor when they did, without giving him even longer to admire the older dog's incredible ass and store the memories of it away for a whole host of new, deliciously personal fantasies.

"If you'd like to step inside. For your own benefit, I thought it might be better to have this conversation a little out of the way, so your colleagues don't start asking awkward questions."

No sooner had Butch stopped beside the large wooden double doors of a meeting room however, his words sent a fresh pang of anxiety surging through Owen's heart. Swallowing thickly and nervously the dalmatian nodded and stepped inside, hearing Butch following directly behind him and trying to keep his tail up, not to let it slip between his legs and betray his nerves. He couldn't help himself however when he heard the sound of the room's doors being purposefully closed behind them, and more than that, locked with a firm click. His tail dropped, his ears laid back against his head, and it was all that Owen could do to hold back an audible, keening whine of fright as he asked himself just how serious a conversation this was meant to be if it required a locked door to keep others from disturbing them.

Quaking slightly as he turned to regard the great dane now walking towards him, towards the long table and the many luxurious leather swivel chairs positioned around it for high-end board meetings and the like, Owen saw that the other dog was smiling. He tried to feel reassured by that fact, but all of the surrounding circumstances seemed utterly incongruous with the warm, beaming expression upon the great dane's features. All he could do was wait, listen, and find out first-hand what Butch had to say to him rather than letting his assumptions torment him any longer. Thus, as the great dane came to a halt just a few feet away from him and drew himself up to his full height before the dalmatian, that was precisely what Owen did.

He swallowed, he took a deep, steadying breath, and he waited. He listened. He looked up curiously, nervously into his boss's eyes, and awaited judgement from this man with whom he was so hopelessly and completely infatuated.

"You've been going at it hardcore since you joined my team."

The great dane spoke simply and affirmingly to the other dog, though his choice of words made Owen's face flush more than the compliment itself.

"Ever since you started under me, you've just kept going at it, non-stop."

The dalmatian's blush deepened as he thought of all the fantasies he'd had at home with his favourite toys, picturing precisely what Butch was saying right then, only in a very different context from how he was certain that the other male meant it.

"I have to say, I'm not normally the biggest fan of hiring new interns. It tends to be the most stressful time of my year, work-wise. But... when I get hold of a rock solid prospect like yourself, I don't ever want to let it go. I don't care how much time or effort I need to invest, I'll go as hard and deep as need be, if I believe that the person in question is worth it."

Owen's head span. Did Butch not realise what he was saying, how every comment that left his muzzle sounded? Or, was he reading too much into it, was he hearing innuendo where there was only innocent praise.

"You've come so far already, and... I want to make sure you keep on coming. I might ride you a bit. I might push at your limits till you feel like screaming. But if I do, it's only because I care about helping you to come out in the best possible light. I want you to succeed, and I want you to know I'm right there behind you, ready to give you everything you need, whenever and however you need it."

Of course, it kind of made sense now why Butch hadn't wanted to do this in his office, so close to the main open plan area of the office floor where dozens of other employees would have been able to see them going in and coming out together. If people asked what Butch had said to Owen, and if Owen was honest, it might breed some resentment towards him amongst other members of staff. After all, it certainly didn't sound as though the great dane had been having this conversation with everyone, though Owen wasn't so arrogant as to think that he was the only one.

"And, let me assure you, Owen... I'm not just saying this to everyone. This is all about you. Your potential. Your natural ability."

If Owen had been flustered and overwhelmed by the combination of compliments and seemingly entirely coincidental teasing before, there was no way that he was able to conceal his embarrassment in that regard when Butch addressed him so singularly. His pride, his delight, his happy humiliation was written all over his face, and as that side of his emotional state was betrayed, so too was his more intimate excitement at being praised by the man he desired so strongly. His eyes roamed helplessly up and down the features of the great dane in order to try and capture this moment, to remember Butch's every motion and expression in these moments so that he could imagine them being used as a more overt seduction technique later that day when he got home to his bed and his toys. No sooner had Owen attempted to glance up at Butch's face though, the grinning great dane's eyes pierced and transfixed his own. The far larger dog licked his lips, and cocked an eyebrow not just curiously, but with a knowing challenge to the dalmatian.

"So... were all those innuendos enough? Or, do I have to be even more obvious before you'll beg for a chance to suck my cock while we have the chance?"

Owen's eyes bulged to such an extreme that for a few moments he himself was afraid that they might come popping clean out of their sockets. His mind reeled, and for a few moments he was certain that he had somehow imagined what he had just seemed to hear. That by some freak chance of chemistry his brain had slipped him into a state of lucid dreaming for just a few seconds, and he had witnessed with absolute clarity the fantasy image of his boss offering to let him suck his cock while in the real world surely Butch had been standing there silently in the wake of a perfectly normal, if somewhat accidentally innuendo-ridden pep talk to a valued employee.

It was harder and harder to imagine that to be the case though, harder for Owen to convince himself that this was not in fact real and happening to him right now as Butch stepped closer to the smaller, more lean-bodied dalmatian, and let slip a deep, tender growl.

"I've been watching you, impressed by your performance. And when I did, when I started paying closer attention, I noticed something. Not just that you're a fantastic employee and a credit to the office, but that you've got yourself a little crush. The kind of crush that has you red in the face, daydreaming, and sometimes so flustered that you've got no choice but to dart off to the restroom with a not so small _situation_developing in your pants. Funny how you always seemed so much more relaxed when you came back after those little trips. I wonder what you could have been getting up to in order to go from so tense and worked up to so... satisfied."

The great dane chuckled as Owen squirmed and whimpered audibly, simultaneously as humiliated and as turned on as he could ever recall feeling in his life. Even then however, Butch didn't stop.

"I wonder how many times you asked yourself what you'd do if you found yourself in a situation just like this. How many times you imagined being dragged into a board room or a janitor's closet or a bathroom with the subject of all those wistful longings, hmm? Well... no-one else is here now, are they, Owen. No-one is watching. We have this space for half an hour before the next meeting is due to start, and oh, look at that, the door's locked so no-one will disturb you. So..."

A gasp escaped the dalmatian as he felt one of the great dane's hands reaching out and grasping one of his own by the wrist. His whole body shook as he watched Butch slowly but surely guiding his hand forward, towards the larger, older male, and a strangled, gurgling cry of delight and overwhelmed embarrassment escaped Owen when moments later he felt that paw being pressed against the front of Butch's trousers. Against his crotch, able to feel the warmth radiating out through that material, and the twitching, the throbbing as beneath Owen's trembling touch the already swelling bulge began to grow ever more rapidly, and tent out all the more obscenely.

Their eyes met, and while Butch slowly removed his hand from its gentle grip on Owen, his tongue lolled out and the great dane began to pant happily when the younger male's touch lingered. He rocked hips hips forward, cock straining through the fabric against Owen's fingers, yet still the dalmatian didn't pull away. With a deep moan, Owen's boss echoed himself seductively.

"So? If this was one of your fantasies, if you were standing in a bathroom stall right now with your eyes closed and this very fantasy playing out in your head as you jerked off... what would you do? What would you want to do to me, or have me do to you?"

A tremor ran down Owen's spine, and his tail twitched from side to side. That question was one he knew the answer to immediately. His mind screamed it, and a ragged moan escaped him as he fought back the urge to say it aloud. But... why? Why was he denying himself that chance, why couldn't he believe that this was real? And, even if it wasn't... even if it all was some lucid dream or a masturbatory fantasy that he had gotten so into he couldn't seem to slip back out again, why did that matter? Why should that stop him from living out those fantasies just as he had a hundred times before.

When he asked that question of himself, and found no satisfactory answer, Owen let slip another nervous but increasingly frantic whimper. He looked up at the great dane standing before him, then down at the bulging tent in Butch's pants, and then... then clothes were practically falling off the two men's bodies. Muzzles were locking together in hot, fevered kisses that left Owen breathless and weak at the knees. Cocks, not just Butch's but Owen's rapidly swelling erection too, were exposed and throbbing. Straining against fingers. Against the other male's own achingly hard yet tender manhood.

Before long, just as Butch had suggested so temptingly a short while before, the dalmatian was on his knees before his now entirely naked boss. He gazed up in awed reverence at the entirety of that form he had witnessed only in his minds eye for so long, before opening his muzzle wide, groaning lustily one more time, and engulfing the great dane's erection between his lips. After that, everything was one long delicious blur, simultaneously something that Owen was fighting with every drop of willpower at his disposal to cling to and memorise with perfect clarity, and yet which he could feel rushing by at such speed and with so much to process during each and every instant that it was simply impossible to do so. One of his hands worked his own erection while his hungry maw devoted itself to Butch, stroking and suckling at the same intense rate while his other paw fondled and squeezed at the great dane's ample testicles. He groaned happily as at long last he tasted his boss's pre-cum, sweeter than he imagined though with that same tang of savoury, musky masculinity which Owen had always identified in his scent. But then, just as he was beginning to slurp more loudly and confidently at Butch's cock as he listened to the undeniable sounds of the great dane's own impassioned excitement, his lips meeting with and kissing at the bulbous girth of the other dog's developing knot while Butch's tip drizzled yet more pre-cum down the back of his throat, the larger dog pulled back.

Owen whimpered loudly, panting and shivering up at the great dane in pleading desperation as all of a sudden he was denied not only his muzzleful of cock but everything right down to the tender, affectionate way that Butch had been rubbing his ears and tousling his hair as the great dane was suckled upon. No sooner had he torn his eyes away from Butch's cock however and met the larger dog's gaze once more, he groaned in wonder and renewed anticipation at the look upon the great dane's face. An expression of pure hunger and lust of Butch's very own, and one that betrayed a solitary, utterly unmistakable desire.

Butch didn't even have to say it. Didn't have to ask for it. Owen nodded, whined happily, and moaned a feverish plea to the other dog.

"Fuck me."

He scrambled to his feet, pushed one of the chairs aside from the table and flung himself down against it, head down, ass up, tail a blur of gleeful excitement as he looked back over his shoulder and saw Butch gripping at the knotted base of his own thick erection, twitching and glistening with liberal quantities of intermingled saliva and his own pre-cum. Owen took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself, ready to beg again, ready to do whatever it took to convince Butch to fuck him right here, right now no matter what amount of time they had left. Before he could even open his eyes again of his own accord though, they were instead forced open by the almost immediate sensation of something hard, hot and moist probing at Owen's ass. Butch's cock pressed its tip to the dalmatian's pucker, and thanks in part to the spit-lube and in part due to the fact that Owen might well have tried to take the edge off his daily obsession with a little morning work-out using a toy just a handful of hours before, even the great dane's long, thick cock was offered little resistance as it began to slip inside.

Owen fought with all his willpower to keep from clawing at the table beneath him as he felt his body being filled with inch after inch of thick, hot cock belonging to none other than the male responsible for so many fantasies of this exact nature. His face flushed and his body quaked as he heard Butch growling to him tenderly, sinking his cock in slowly but relentlessly until nothing but the great dane's thick, swollen knot remained exposed, even that pressed in between the dalmatian's taut buttocks.

"At some point I'm gonna want to bury my knot in this sweet ass. But right now, given the limited time we've got left, I'll settle for making you cum so hard that you won't be able to resist the idea of a round two somewhere down the line. That sound good to you, Owen?"

Owen thumped a fist down against the meeting room table over which he was stretched, a high pitched, desperate whimper his only vocalised response but more than enough to give Butch the gist of what he meant. The dalmatian grunted in ecstasy as for the first time he felt Butch pull back a little, then drive his hips forward again. His tense, overwhelmed facial muscles began to soften and relax as the great dane's cock twitched and with the next thrust drove itself deliciously up against Owen's prostate. Pure, overwhelmed ecstasy crossed his features in its place, and his strained whines turned to happy, blissful gurgles and moans as his muzzle fell slack, and indeed he surrendered his entire body to the thrall of sensation that swept over him as finally, after so long with it happening only in his own head, Butch began to truly fuck Owen in the ass.

Every thrust, every stroke that Butch delivered to the dalmatian was heaven, and that overwhelming surge of near ceaseless sensations only grew more intense as Butch picked up speed. With each stroke of his hips Owen could feel Butch's knot grinding and rubbing between his ass cheeks, and though sensibly, rationally Owen knew there was a very good reason why Butch simply could not knot him this time around, it didn't stop his body from craving it. Even his heart longed to feel that throbbing cluster of intensely sensitive nerves to be buried within him, on this their very first fuck more so than any other. He knew it couldn't. He knew why Butch was keeping his thrusts as measured and restrained as they were even in the context of the rather intense fuck he was currently receiving, but that didn't stop his body from wanting it, nor his mind from irrationally, senselessly begging him to just let it happen, to just make it happen time and time again.

Owen's eyes bulged, and his efforts to keep the table beneath him pristine and free from claw marks were almost scuppered when suddenly Butch leaned down more tightly against his back, putting more force into the hip-action of his thrusting while at the same time reaching down beneath the table, beneath Owen and grappling at the other dog's own slightly smaller but still throbbing and swollen-knotted cock. The dalmatian had no choice but to throw a hand over his own muzzle to muffle the outright scream that erupted from his lips as Butch grasped not at the shaft but at the knotted base of his cock and began to squeeze, to rub and to masturbate him urgently via that most sensitive of spots, and the more that the great dane touched him in that way while continuing to fuck him all the while, the more all that Owen wanted to do for Butch in return was share that same impossibly intense pleasure with him the only way he knew how. By ensuring that when Butch came, he did so with his knot buried deep inside Owen's ass.

Gently, ever so gently as Butch carried them both towards orgasm at an increasingly rapid pace, Owen began to rock his hips back against those of the great dane. Not enough to have any meaningful impact, definitely not enough to drive the other male's knot into him, but enough at least to let himself imagine that he could. Owen knew he had to go without on this occasion, to let the moment pass and just as Butch had said think about next time, when they'd be able to fuck and fool around at greater leisure with fewer restrictions on their time or indeed on anything else at all. Knowing that didn't make it any easier though, but at least pacifying himself with those small rocks of his hips was something real. Something tangible that he could use to tell himself there was a possibility of it happening, even if he was determined not to let it.

"Ah. Ahh... g-god, Owen. You're so fucking tight. I'm close. I'm gonna... aahhyeah, gonna cum."

The more obvious it became that Butch was at the very brink, the harder Owen found it to manage his own hips. He tried, he swore he really was trying not to rock them back too firmly against the great dane as Butch himself grew too lost in his own pleasure to notice and reduce the force of his own thrusts appropriately, but when the other male's hand upon his cock was doing such a good job of driving him to the brink of orgasm too, it was all but impossible for Owen to resist his own body's temptation.

"Gonna cum!"

Butch growled, biting down tenderly at the back of Owen's neck and snarling happily, blissfully into the dalmatian's soft fur.

"G-gonna!"

His hips jerked sharply forward, harder, faster, deeper than ever before. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. Owen's eyes rolled back, his free hand dug its fingertips into the table's polished, beautifully varnished surface and began to scrape large trails of white down its gorgeous wood, and as his cock throbbed, as Butch's hand squeezed his knot and the first hot burst of cum lashed out under the meeting-room table, there was nothing that the dalmatian could do to control his body. He howled through his hand, and in that same instant of pure ecstasy he drove his hips backward as hard and as fast as they could go. With a thick, wet, slurping pop both male's eyes bulged as they felt Butch's knot sink deep into Owen's backside. They couldn't be too shocked though, they couldn't be upset or angry. Not then. Not yet. Owen was already lost in the throes of his own wildly intense orgasm, an orgasm that grew more pleasurable than he believed possible when all of a sudden he felt that thick knot spreading and stretching him, throbbing within him as the rest of Butch's member pressed deeper still. And as for the great dane himself, he had already been so close to cumming that the sensation of his knot suddenly being milked and squeezed by Owen's clutching ass was too much to possibly resist. He too began to grunt, to snarl, and to pour thick ropes of cum deep into the dalmatian's backside. Deep, deep into Owen, where his cock twitched and his knot throbbed, and where they would remain until he softened once again... probably more than a full hour from those few sweet, blissful, mind-numbingly naive instants of orgasmic bliss.

"Ohh fuck..."

Butch groaned as he finally began to come down from his peak, immediately starting to tug at his knot and wincing when it failed to budge in the slightest.

"O-oh. Oh n-no... I didn't... I didn't mean... I... I swear!"

Owen whined loudly as his own peak faded, as he yelped at the sensation of Butch trying to drag himself free, and then realised with at least a somewhat more clear head what that sensation surely meant for their shared state; locked inescapably together.

"Mr Carrelsford, I... B-Butch, please tell me you were just teasing me about there being a meeting here. Tell me you were joking to g-get me worked up..."

He looked back over his shoulder, and yelped in anguish as the great dane shook his head, frowning and staring down between them in deep thought as the dalmatian's embarrassment, nervousness and humiliation returned with a vengeance.

"Nope. There's gonna be a meeting here in... less than ten minutes by my reckoning. And if we're not out by then, they're gonna start hammering on that door until we let them in and show them what we've done."

Even the great dane looked aghast, ashamed and embarrassed at that idea. Thankfully though, his body pulling itself upright even as he found himself in this most impossible and unbearable situation, he did not let the fear he was experiencing consume him entirely.

"So... that means one thing and one thing only, Owen. We can't be here when they arrive."

Owen's eyes widened, then his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked over his shoulder, down between their bodies once again, then back up at Butch.

"W-wha? How? I... I d-don't... how can we get anywhere else in the building like this?"

Seeing the grey furred great dane's own face burning crimson as he considered that question didn't fill Owen with any confidence at all, but it seemed that his boss did have a plan, and that was a damn sight more than he had to offer them in that moment. Looking pleadingly to Butch, Owen trembled in embarrassment and just the merest shred of hope as the other dog chuckled dryly and gave him his answer.

"Carefully. Very, very carefully."

*********

Dressed as best they could be under the circumstances, shirts and ties affixed as before but their slacks now forced to work around their filled ass and erect, swollen-knotted cock respectively, Owen and Butch peered out of the now unlocked door of the meeting room. Looking back over his shoulder, panting and whimpering as he felt Butch so close to him, the great dane's cock still buried deep in his ass, Owen shook his head in dismay and tried to take a step back.

"I... I d-don't think I can do this. What if someone sees us?!"

He tried, but of course was unable to move back because Butch, stronger and bigger than him, was directly behind him. A soft growl of reassurance rather than any frustration escaped the equally nervous, larger dog, and he gently rocked his hips forward in a way that forced Owen to take a step, or risk having his prostate stimulated to the point where he wouldn't be able to help but moan aloud.

"If we don't leave now, people will start showing up for their meeting. Then we'll definitely be seen. C'mon. Just try to make it to the next room, then we'll go from there."

Owen's eyes widened, and he blushed as he felt Butch's hands on his shoulders, not giving him a full on massage but squeezing his tense muscles soothingly.

"You can do this, Owen. We can do this, together."

A few moments later and they were out of the meeting-room door, blushing and gasping in horrified disbelief as they realised what they were doing, waddling essentially partly naked, locked together with another man, one of their colleagues no less, in the middle of an office building. If they were seen, if they were caught, they wouldn't just both be fired so quickly their heads would spin, but most likely the two men would find themselves being rather thoroughly arrested for indecent exposure amongst other things before long, too. Hurriedly as was possible, like some four legged creature that had only recently re-learned to walk after some great injury, they hobbled and shuffled their way over to the next door. Only when they had hands upon it, and looked around to see that no-one was approaching from either direction down the corridor, did they move to the next, and then the next, and the next after that. Their hearts raced, their breathing came in ragged gasps from a combination of the fear and the constant stimulation of their bodies as they were forced to move far more and far more urgently than would normally be the case while still tied to another person. Glancing at one another to ensure they were ready one more time, they made a break for the next door.

It was as they were maybe half way there however that the two men heard a noise. Voices, footsteps approaching from somewhere around the corner up ahead. They were closer to the door up ahead, but unlike the one behind them they didn't know for sure that it wasn't locked. Of all the rooms on this corridor Butch was only familiar with some, and this wasn't one of them. Nevertheless, in their panic they ploughed on forward, Owen unwilling to remain still and dragging Butch along with him as he hurriedly made for the door. His hands fell upon it as the voices got louder and louder, shaking so hard they could barely grasp at its handle, but by some miracle he managed to wrench it open and have the two of them tumble inside. It shut behind them just in time for Owen to let out a brief, strangled yelp in the darkness, and then Butch was grunting in shock and discomfort too as he felt Owen begin to fall, and given their two entwined bodies was dragged forward and down along with the other dog.

They lay there in a heap, surrounded by... something, as they listened to the chattering, laughing voices walk past and begin to fade away once again. Only then did the two canine men attempt to pick themselves up, and shakily to search the edges of the room near the thin strip of light peeking under the door for a light-switch. They found it, and as Owen just stood panting and shaking in fright and humiliation, Butch almost laughed out loud as he looked around this small, very small in fact, excuse for a room. It was, in fact, a janitor's closet. On the floor in front of them, where Owen had fallen, lay a bucket, a mop and several replacement mop-heads which might once have been resting in that bucket. On shelves at the back of the space some old office supplies rested, paper, pots of pens and boxes of staples. But other than that, nothing of note. Nothing that could truly help them, not that Owen or Butch could think what such a thing might be, though very thankfully no janitor either.

"We... w-we could stay here. Wait it out right here until we... u-until..."

Owen's voice trailed off, and he gasped in discomfort as he rather firmly tried to tug himself free from Butch's cock to no avail. The great dane gasped too, shaking his head and turning so that Owen was forced to face the closet door again too.

"No way. What if someone comes looking for supplies. Caught knotted together with a subordinate in a janitor's closet? Never mind me getting fired, I'd be an office legend for generations to come."

To Butch's surprise, Owen giggled. The great dane thought about what he'd said for a moment, then blushed.

"Guess that sounded a bit more like a brag than a bad thing, huh?"

Blushing every bit as red as the larger dog, Owen nodded.

"Yeah, b-but... I guess I just didn't think about it that way. What we did, it was... it's like something out of a movie. It's the kind of thing people fantasise about, b-but don't even actually do."

Butch tugged at his cock, chuckling dryly as Owen gave a sharp yip of surprise and discomfort.

"And I guess we know why now, huh? C'mon. There's a bathroom a couple of corridors over. We can make it there, maybe even wait it out in a stall if it's quiet enough. You ready to keep going?"

Owen took a deep breath, giggling nervously as his face burned hotter and hotter once again.

"N-no. But... let's do it anyway."

Soon they were out of the closet, and waddle-racing a little more rapidly through the corridors of the office floor's less occupied regions. A couple of times they heard voices inside some of the meeting-rooms they passed, shuddering and rushing onward as they realised that their options for hiding were becoming more limited, and to his horror as they moved faster and more seamlessly as a collective unit Owen could feel his own cock hardening all over again thanks to the way that Butch was now moving against him, his still rock hard erection jiggling and uncontrollably rubbing itself up against the dalmatian's prostate.

Thankfully they made it to the men's restroom just as Owen began to have some serious tenting problems, and as they slipped into a single stall together, Butch's eyes widened as he saw Owen fumbling with his belt once again. He was about to ask what the spotted dog was doing, but when he saw the situation that Owen had gotten himself into, he just growled softly.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean..."

Owen turned as he began to apologise, but his voice trailed off as he saw that Butch's growl wasn't one of embarrassment, but one of arousal instead. His cheeks flushed hotter, and he was about to say something when all of a sudden the bathroom door swung open and both men were forced to hold their breath sharply. They heard footsteps pad over past the cubicles to a urinal. A zipper unfastened, piss flowed, and then the zipper once again rang out through the tiled space. There came no running of water, and after two or three seconds of hot air blasting from a hand dryer in a purely courtesy waft of the hands, the unsanitary individual headed right back to work. Two rushes of air escaped the dogs, and they sagged against one another. Only then could Butch say what he had wanted to say before.

"It's not your fault, but... it's not helping us either. You realise that seeing you like that gets me worked up too, and... well, I'm not gonna get softer any faster if we keep turning each other on. Plus, if that wasn't enough of a problem..."

For the first time that day, Butch suddenly looked more embarrassed than Owen. The great dane remained silent for almost thirty seconds, staring down at his feet, or rather at the point where his cock disappeared into Owen, before finally glancing back up and whining as he found the other male still regarding him with tender curiosity.

"I... I kinda need to go, too. Like, pretty bad."

Owen tilted his head, thinking that perhaps he understood what Butch was saying, but not daring to suggest as much until he had a little more confirmation.

"Go? Like... go?"

He gestured to the toilet bowl, and blushed as he felt Butch's cock throb inside of him as though in answer to the question. Sure enough the great dane nodded a few moments later, but Owen's reaction wasn't what the larger of the two dogs had expected. Rather than looking shocked, aghast and staring at him with renewed humiliation, the dalmatian actually looked rather... delighted. Butch of course had no way of knowing what was going on inside Owen's head, but he could see cogs turning. He had no way of knowing the secretive desires that the dalmatian harboured, the ones he didn't even imagine sharing with Butch because the idea that anyone else could be into the stuff he was into in that regard seemed utterly impossible. He couldn't possibly have guessed how not just excited but unbearably aroused Owen was to hear about this, so much so that he almost forgot about their otherwise worrying predicament. And of course, he had no chance to possibly figure out that Owen was wondering whether or not to reach out and seize this opportunity that fate had seemingly dropped into his lap, right up until the dalmatian actually spoke.

"I-if... if you don't mind the audience, that's okay with me."

Butch's eyes widened, then his brow furrowed.

"I'm not sure you understand, Owen. I... I'm inside you. That means if I need to... t-to piss, then..."

His voice trailed off as the dalmatian's eyes pierced feverishly into his own.

"I'm okay with it, Butch. J-just... y'know... so long as you don't mind me maybe... t-taking care of a problem of my own at the same time."

The great dane watched as Owen reached down, grabbed at his cock, and began to pump it slowly as he continued to crane his neck round at the larger dog behind him. Butch gasped, and a few moments later he was dropping his own trousers once again, trying to move them into a position over the toilet where they could make the least amount of collective mess, despite their awkward situation almost ensuring that a little was inevitable.

"O-oh god, you're really okay with this?"

Butch groaned as he felt himself allowing his inner muscles to relax, already feeling his body responding with gratitude even as he chided himself for not going before he'd even considered going to seduce Owen earlier on. To his relief though, Owen just let loose a louder moan of his own, and picked up the pace of his renewed masturbation.

"Yes. Yes. S-so... please, just do it. You said you needed to go, s-so please, while I'm here. While I'm with you... w-while I'm touching myself. Please, just... go."

*********

Some ten minutes later, both men red faced and yet moving more closely together, more intimate and less nervous at least in an interpersonal sense than before, the dogs continued their search for a hiding place. The bathroom was no good to them now if only because they hadn't been able to entirely keep their mess confined, and despite their best efforts there was a puddle of urine on the floor now that had been reaching out beyond the stall walls, certain to attract attention if anyone saw it and paused for even a moment to examine the two sets of feet present within the stall from which the puddle was emanating. They had one target now and one target alone. Butch's office. First the one place he hadn't wanted them to go in order to avoid drawing attention, now the only bastion of solitude that they could rely upon to wait out however long it took for Butch's recently re-invigorated erection and swollen knot to settle down.

The only problem was, his office was attached to the main body of the office floor. The corridors through which they had been walking now were relatively empty, but where they had to get to in order to access the safety of Butch's locked door was far, far more crowded. Still, with no other options that was exactly where they headed regardless of the increased danger. Red faced and trembling with renewed embarrassment the two dogs waddled their way along the corridors towards the sound of rustling papers, clacking computer keys and voices, so many voices murmuring on phone calls and discussing projects as they worked. Twice they were able to duck into side corridors and watch as people wandered by, and a third time into a thankfully unoccupied office belonging to another executive just under Butch's level. Just as the two of them were on the home stretch though, peering around one last corridor corner and able to see Butch's office up ahead...

"Ah, Mr Carrelsford, could you spare a moment to... o-oh, sorry. H-hi, Owen."

Margaret, one of Owen's co-workers who had helped him settle in during his first few weeks at the company, approached them from behind. The fennec fox addressed them well before she reached the two men, but in their panicked attempts to conceal their entwined cock and ass they immediately span around towards her, the two of them standing in immediate close proximity as they regarded her with tense stature, wide eyes and burning cheeks.

"Hi."

Owen gasped breathlessly in a state of sheer panic, only to be rescued a moment later as Butch cleared his throat and grasped the dalmatian's body by both arms.

"Come on now, what did I just say. Stand up straight. Chest out, arms back. This is why I need to get up close, so you can really feel the difference in posture."

He pushed himself in even closer up against the smaller dog, and pulled Owen's body more firmly upright against his own. His cock spasmed within the dalmatian, and it was all that Owen could do not to yelp in pleasure as it roughly jabbed at his tender prostate. Somehow though he managed to stay quiet, and just stared awkwardly, terrified at Margaret as she regarded them with utter confusion.

"Now, what is it you needed, Miss Rosaria? A signature? I think I can manage that. Owen here decided he'd like some assistance to become more assertive, so that he can start on the road to management. I offered him some pointers. None of this armchair psychology stuff, none of that 'real men don't show emotion' bullshit. Real up close and personal mentorship, that's what's needed to be a successful manager. Empathy, connecting with and understanding your colleagues so you can better motivate and assist them. You understand, of course?"

He spoke non-stop as he reached out, took the clipboard and papers that Margaret had been holding, flipped through them and signed his name in several places, bending Owen forward slightly to use his back as a surface on which to lean. His free hand waved as he spoke, all in the name of keeping the fennec distracted and not focused in the slightest on their midsections. She didn't look like she did understand, not in the slightest, but social conventions dictated a polite nod and a smile, so that was precisely what she did.

"Yes, right. That's um... t-that's great. Well, good luck, I'll uh... get back to work!"

She walked right past them, and in their momentary relief as they realised she was leaving neither male thought to turn themselves around to avoid being caught in profile where their entwined nether regions and imperfectly worn trousers were most obvious. If the fennec had so much as glanced to her left, it would have been all over, and there was nothing either of them could have done to change that. By some miracle though she kept her eyes forward, and less than a minute later they were on the move again. Moving closer and closer to the great dane's office. Closer, closer, and then...

The door slammed shut behind them, and with a strained yelp from Owen, Butch flung his arms around the dalmatian in a tight, genuinely gleeful embrace.

"H-holy shit... we did it..."

The great dane kissed the dalmatian on the back of his neck, then the side of his face, and then, as he used one hand to tilt Owen's head around, upon the lips. A long, deep and lingering kiss that left them both breathless and quaking upon the spot. When finally their lips parted though, it was the dalmatian that shakily, bashfully spoke up.

"We really did. A-and... y'know the weirdest thing?"

Their eyes met, and both men blushed.

"Forgetting the whole 'creeping through the office knotted together' bit, I... I t-thought it was kind of amazing. Butch, w-would you..."

Owen's heart thundered in his chest. He couldn't believe he was about to say what he was about to say, and yet at the same time after all he had been through in the last hour or so, it didn't seem nearly as horrifying and potentially humiliating a thing to do as it had before.

"...would you like to hang out sometime? O-outside of work, maybe at... a-at my place? In a bedroom, or, on a couch where if we get stuck together, w-we can just hang out and watch a movie, eat some pizza perhaps."

Butch grinned, but before he could say anything else, a strange expression crossed his face. He gasped, groaned, and wiggled his hips back a little, and sure enough Owen flung a hand over his muzzle once more to stifle a groan of long restrained anticipation as with a thick, wet pop the now softening knot of Butch's cock slipped out of him, several lingering droplets of the great dane's cum oozing out of his gaping backside and onto the floor below, mingled in and diluted with a little urine.

For the first time in an hour, the two dogs turned to face one another. They blushed. They grinned. They embraced face to face, and kissed once again as Owen stood on his tip-toes to engage the larger, older and deeply handsome dog before him.

Their noses rested together even as the kiss faded, and they smiled. They blushed. They stared into one another's eyes as Butch chuckled, and nodded gently to the dalmatian before him.

"Yeah, I think that doing something outside of work could be a lot of fun. And, for what it's worth, Owen..."

His eyes flashed playfully, and he reached around behind the dalmatian to squeeze at the cheeks of his tender ass.

"...next time I fuck you here, I'll make sure there's no meetings scheduled wherever we do it."

By Jeeves

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