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Office Plaything

by nehemia#0415

It was Carson's first week at his new job--his third day, to be exact. He was the personal assistant of an executive CEO, who was the head of a major company.

Right now he was getting Mr. Bently's morning cup of coffee--his first task of the day--green eyes focused on the mug as the dark liquid poured in.

"Morning," a female voice muttered, startling Carson enough that he jumped before turning around. He adjusted his round glasses as he looked at the demonic anthro.

"Morning, Chastity," he replied, facing the coffee again as it sputtered the last few drops.

"You're gonna be scared by me every morning, hm?" Chastity said, grabbing her own mug even as she faced him. He couldn't see her eyes but he knew she was staring at him.

"Hopefully not every morning..." Carson uttered as his ears slightly pressed back shyly. He picked up the coffee and carried it out of the employee lounge and down the hall to the CEO office.

Mr. Bently had a coffee maker in his office, but he insisted that Carson sweetened it up when he made it. Mr. Bently could also be extremely intimidating, so Carson took a deep breath before knocking and entering his office.

The monochrome canine looked over from his computer, already appearing annoyed for the day.

"G-Good morning, Mr. Bently," Carson said softly by way of greeting. "Coffee?" He sheepishly held up the mug.

Bently narrowed his eyes but nodded, and Carson took all of one step before the canine stopped him.

"Shut the door, Carson," he growled, as he'd had to remind him the third time this week that he liked his privacy. "And please, for the love of god, just call me Bently." Carson quickly turned and clicked the door closed before turning back and approaching the large oak desk. He set the coffee down before Bently, who only watched him with those dark eyes of his.

Carson opened his mouth to apologize. "I'm sorry--"

"I have a busy day today, Carson, so I'll need you to take care of my nerdy paperwork," Bently interrupted, standing from his desk. He picked up a pile of papers and looked at Carson expectantly.

The feline instantly scurried around his large desk to meet him on his side, holding out his hands to accept the papers. "Nerdy paperwork?" he questioned. Bently dropped them in his open palms, glaring down at Carson.

"Yeah. My taxes, and some of the end-of-the-year financial bullshit I don't want to deal with. You're a geek, right? Do them," he growled.

Carson felt his cheeks blush beneath the fur and he blinked as he stepped back, glancing down at the papers. He made himself nod, and began to walk back around the desk, but Bently stopped him.

"Do it here on my desk." He gestured at the surface and seated himself back in his swivel office chair, staring at Carson.

Still on the same side of the desk as Bently, the feline set the papers down and awkwardly looked around for a spare chair. The two armchairs before Bently's desk were too heavy to move around.

"No chair. Just do them," Bently snarled, already irritated that Carson wouldn't just begin with the work. Carson's ears flattened with a bit of fear as he picked up a pen and bent over slightly to scan the papers.

For a while Bently said nothing else, presumably busy on his computer, and eventually Carson rested his upper body on his elbows to bend more comfortably over the surface of the desk.

His tail waved idly while he worked, but a few minutes into it, he felt the brand of Bently's stare.

Bently was absolutely staring, blatantly and shamelessly as he leaned back in his office chair. His eyes roamed the feline's form, tracing the exposed curve of his ass beneath that pale green collared shirt.

Already he got a bit of an erection, enjoying as Carson shifted nervously and squirmed uncomfortably, clearly aware of the canine's stare. Bently could only smile like a wolf, relishing in the moment.

Carson felt his face warm as he forced himself to stare down at the papers, unwilling to let himself look anywhere else. Mr. Bently was his boss, and he absolutely, without a doubt, could not sleep with him...

Right?

Two Weeks Later

His days were usually full of tasks like that, Carson soon realized--of bending over one way or another, to clean the floors, or fill out paperwork, or pick up the pens from the pen holder that Bently had a habit of accidentally knocking over. Repeatedly.

And Bently always stared, watching Carson with a dark gaze that he couldn't read. The feline wasn't used to being the center of attention--any attention. And while he was certainly uncomfortable and nervous around Bently, he also sort of... enjoyed it.

He didn't necessarily want to enjoy it, so conflict churned within him daily as he went about his tasks for the canine in charge. It's not like he'd asked for Bently's attention, but he couldn't exactly say no to him, either.

And he wouldn't know how true that was until today.

Carson knocked and entered Bently's office first thing in the morning, coffee in hand. He was mindful to shut the door behind him before approaching the great oak desk, where the canine was already casually seated.

"Good morning, sir," Carson greeted softly, setting the mug on the desk. Bently stared at him with those dark eyes.

"It's not a good morning, you little shit. You fucked up some of the paperwork yesterday and I already have a headache from dealing with it," he growled. Heat flooded Carson's cheeks, the feline finding himself speechless and flustered.

"I-I'm sorry--"

"So you're going to do something for me," Bently continued, gesturing for Carson to come around the desk to his side. Carson reluctantly obliged, warily traipsing the perimeter of the desk until he stood beside his boss.

Bently pushed his chair back and swiveled to face the feline, revealing his fully hardened erection, already released from his black slacks. Carson gasped and yielded a step back, his ears flattening as his green eyes flickered between Bently's eyes and... cock.

"Suck me off, twink, and I'll call it even," Bently said smugly, leaning back in his office chair to observe Carson. The feline glanced at the door as if someone would walk in any moment, then looked back to Bently's lap, eyes wide as saucers.

Slowly, Carson stepped forward and lowered himself to his knees, heart thumping erratically. "I-It'll be... even?" he asked shyly, observing every inch of the canine's erection.

"Only if you fucking start already," Bently snapped, gripping the ends of the chair's arms. Carson made himself lean in without any more hesitance, taking the tip of his cock into his little muzzle and grasping the shaft with one hand.

He bobbed along the top for a few strokes, adjusting to the sensation of Bently's heavy length against his tongue. "That's it... Be a good boy," Bently huffed under his breath, planting a hand on the back of the feline's head to shove him down more.

Carson was forced to swallow Bently's length down his throat, quietly gagging while continuing to bob, his tail flicking from concentration and effort. His mouth and tongue stroked along the canine's cock, stirring little growls and groans of pleasure from his boss.

"Come on," Bently urged breathlessly, repeatedly pressing on the back of Carson's head to set him into a rhythmically rough pace where his length pumped in and out, in and out of the feline's throat. Saliva dripped out of Carson's muzzle and slid along the shaft, making for wet, sloppy sounds to fill the air between them.

"Fuck," Bently hissed, ears pressing back as he watched Carson suck him off, those big green eyes staring up at him pathetically. "Good boy..." His breathing was ragged now, hand stern on the back of Carson's head to ensure he kept going. Carson used the hand on Bently's cock to stroke and twist, giving in to the instinct of the moment as animalistic need took over the canine.

Bently barked a groan and shoved Carson all the way down, forcing him to take every inch down his throat and swallow his seed as his length throbbed with pleasure. Carson gave a little muffled mewl and screwed his eyes shut as he struggled to swallow load after load, and only when Bently was finished did he pull his head back and off his cock.

The feline gasped and coughed, licking at his muzzle while he tried to catch his breath. By the time he looked at Bently again, the canine had already zipped his length back into his pants. Carson stood on unsteady legs, unsure of what to do with himself.

"Go fetch me a new coffee. This one's cold now," Bently ordered, casting his eyes back to his computer. And that was that.

Or so he thought.

Two Days Later

Bently had gone out for lunch today, and so Carson was in his office, cleaning the floors as he did every Friday now. The hardwood floors of the office were easily scraped and scuffed, and the feline was on his hands and knees, scrubbing wax into the wood.

His backside was to the door when it suddenly opened, and Carson looked over his shoulder to see Bently standing in the doorway, frozen in place, eyes locked onto the feline. A heated sense of awareness crept through Carson as Bently shut the door and strode right for him.

Admittedly, Carson hadn't been able to stop thinking about two days ago when he'd sucked his boss off. His boss. His ears pressed back a bit when Bently stopped in front of him, towering over him.

"Do you want me to fire you?" Bently asked with a growl. Carson blinked.

"W-What? No--"

"I hired you because you were supposed to be this intelligent geek but you just keep fucking up."

He didn't know what Bently was referring to this time, but fear and panic seized Carson as he struggled to find words. None came to him.

"I can continue forgetting your mistakes, though, if you want to keep this job," Bently continued nonchalantly, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at Carson. "Do you want to keep this job?"

"Yes," Carson answered, voice thick with worry.

"Then help me forget, you stupid twink. Bend over," Bently snarled, quick to undo his slacks and release his length for the feline. Carson hesitated--but he truly did need this job. He couldn't afford to risk losing it. Plus... he was horrible at saying no. So even as shame and embarrassment crept along his cheeks, he lowered his upper body against the floor, knees keeping his backside propped.

Was this... really happening? His heart was in his throat as he twisted his head to glance back. But Bently pushed the entirety of his cock deep into the feline's ass without another moment's hesitation, clearly eager to be relieved.

Carson cried out from the sensation suddenly stuffing his backside, ears flattening and cheeks flushing. A small sigh escaped the canine, as if this was all he wanted, all he needed, and at first he thrusted his hips slowly, taking the time to savor every second. But his impatience was greater than his will, and soon enough he was moving quick and hard, growling behind the feline.

Carson couldn't help but groan and mewl, his cheek pressing to the hardwood floor with every thrust from his boss. Instinctively, he arched his back to flex his hips a bit, and that seemed to send Bently into a frenzy.

Unhinged, Bently grabbed the feline's hips with both hands, moving him in tandem with the greedy thrusts of his own hips. Pounding viciously, he grunted and groaned as he fucked Carson's ass, enjoying the sight of the smaller feline male beneath him, serving him, despite his confliction and embarrassment.

Carson gasped between moans, eyes rolling back with pleasure as he once again gave in to the heat of the moment. "Such a good fucking boy," Bently crooned, and the uncharacteristic praise resounded through the feline, causing the toes of his hind paws to curl against the floor. He didn't even realize until then that his own erection was stiff and aching, practically begging for its own release.

Bently gave a few more hard thrusts for good measure before plunging deep and emptying his seed into Carson, throbbing in his ass and panting heavily. Carson whimpered and obediently remained still so as to endure the canine's climax.

"See? I don't even remember what we were talking about," Bently smirked, patting Carson on the backside before fixing his pants and seating himself behind his desk. "I knew you'd be of some use."

Bently's smile then was wolfish.