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Coffee and Piss, by AnotherAperson

"One, iced latte in a large cup. Thank you for--"

The customer snatched the drink and left, slamming the old door behind them. Nobody noticed. Another animal replaced them and gave us their order. The barista just sighed and got back to work.

The patrons had been like this all morning, and the demand never seemed to diminish. Five animals would leave the door, and then five more would appear from nowhere. It felt exhausting for Charlie and his co-worker. They'd been going five hours straight now, serving drinks to ungrateful and bored business people in a hurry to get to work with their fix. It was just a drain for everyone.

Charlie sighed again when the next customer-- a younger giraffe clutching a cappuccino-- said nothing and shuffled away.

"At least we get free drinks, right?"

I've lost my appetite forever drinking anything with milk, or coffee. Even the smoothies are getting old.

Charlie turned to his co-worker. The hyena looked exhausted despite his plastic smile as he handed over another drink. He'd been doing this a lot longer than Charlie had, and was used to the long hours of standing around doing little. He didn't exactly look comfortable in the space he moved and with the people he spoke to, just defeated. After enough time, he accepted it.

Charlie managed a similar smile, back, and a small thanks before they shuffled apart to each end of the counter.

They were both thinking the same thing: 'We do not get paid enough for this for shit, but financially, we don't have a choice.'

Just a few more hours, Charlie told himself.Just a few more hours, then I can go home, have a nice long shower, and a drink of something decaffeinated for once.

"Here's your order, miss, have a nice day."

"There you go!"

"Americano, for you, sir."

Another twenty minutes, and Charlie had the same stone-face as his customers.

Ten minutes after that, he knocked a drink with his hand, sending its contents along the counter and over his sleeves, nearly burning his co-worker as well. They jumped back in surprise, spilling the drink they held to the floor.

The old woman tutted and huffed from across the pair. Charlie nearly threw the rest of the drink at her. Instead, he mopped the floor and wiped the sides after apologising, while the hyena took over the backlog of orders.

He didn't even seem angry, or even disappointed. He just accepted what happened... And I don't even know his name.

To make matters worse, their branch manager decided then to appear from his office, phone in hand. Being a cheetah usually meant a lithe frame and delicate features, all features meant for sprinting and agility.

Jordan was none of those things. His body seemed to reject its own species. And instead, he made up his complete deficit of character and charm with a rounded musculature and heavy gut that looked lethal. A body of massive, weightlifting muscles layered in a thick, spotted pelt. His entire form demanded attention

Charlie felt terrified when he first met him. Now he was even more scared, his whole-body rigid against his mop as he stood and stared.

Jordan looked between them, at the hyena working tirelessly at the counter-- who barely glanced over the mountainous cheetah before smiling at another customer and taking their order-- before turning back to the worried zebra. The cheetah beckoned him over with a finger, and marched back into his office.

With the cheetah gone, the two baristas glanced at each other. Charlie imagined he looked terrified, while the hyena just looked vaguely irritated.

"Good luck," he said.

"Thanks... I'll try to be quick."

His co-worker just nodded before going back to the drink in his paws. Charlie followed Jordan back to the office and let himself in.

"Mr Dent, was it? Hello, it's wonderful to finally be able to, erm, speak to you."

Jordan stopped talking as the person on the phone whispered quietly. The office was a small space. The back wall was windowed, giving a view onto the city streets outside, while the walls were covered with a few soulless photographs found in every establishment. Apart from the heavy wooden desk that at one end, the room looked lifeless.

But then, Charlie thought, these places run themselves.

Jordan paced behind his desk, and hopped from foot to foot. He rolled his hips and made a pained face before turning to Charlie. He pointed at the open door, and Charlie closed it, locking away the low murmur of conversation. Now just the two of them in the room alone, it was silent except for the phone call.

Charlie took a chair opposite the cheetah as he began talking again.

"Yes, sir, we would love to do, ah, more deals with you. Our café is beautiful, and situated... Yes, that's right. Hm."

Jordan squirmed in his chair. He wiped his sweating brow with the back of his hand with the same pained expression. He crossed his legs one way, then the other, then began bouncing his leg.

_What's wrong with him? Why is he so nervous? Is my boss sick or something? He could always just take the day off. Hell, he could stop returning to work at all, and we'd run just fine without him. _

Charlie could tell he'd been like this for a while. The room reeked sourly of sweat and cat hairs. It didn't help that all the windows were left closed, presumably to keep the noise down.

"Yes... Yes, that's right."

Jordan again noticed Charlie sat waiting across from him. He rolled back his chair from the desk, and wildly gestured at his crotch.

Charlie's breath got caught in his throat when he realised Jordan had unzipped his fly, and pulled his limp cock out. It seemed small on such a massive man, but was undeniably attractive. A slim red tip poked out from his fluffy, and sweaty sheath, until his paw covered, and practically crushed it, obscuring it from view.

_Does Jordan want me to suck him off? I had no idea he was even gay... Or a creep. _

Charlie stayed frozen in his seat, which caused Jordan to panic even more. He rocked forward, a frustrated expression across his muzzle. He let out a breathy whine, then paused as the person on the phone stopped talking.

"Sorry, yeah that was me, ha, ha... I'm sorry it won't happen again."

Jordan glared daggers at Charlie, then again used his eyes to indicate his dick, still crushed within his grasp.

Charlie's first response was how amazing it would feel to have it inside of him. To have all those hot inches buried beneath his tail, the curved tip again and again crushing his prostate, making him spray over himself.

He imagined it for a second. The pair of them moaning to the confused man on the phone as they fucked over the desk, sending papers flying. Screw the customers outside that could undoubtedly hear them screaming each other's name, as they now nervously eyed their milky drinks.

Charlie's second thought was to tell Jordan to go fuck himself, and to report him to the authorities, for the creep he is.

The cheetah and the zebra eyed each other, and in the end Charlie did nothing. He wanted to move, wanted to be anywhere but there right then, but he could barely move. Somehow managed to give a weak shrug.

Jordan pulled his hand away from his cock to grab something on his desk. He picked up a random document, and scrawled on the back. He capped his pen and eyed the door, before handing it to Charlie.

Written in big letters in a lazy scrawl, was one sentence. At first, Charlie thought he read it wrong, so he read it again. But no matter how he turned the page or looked at the letters, all it said was, 'I need to piss.'

Charlie stared at the words.

"Yes, that sounds good, with that we could really make a few changes around here for the better."

Jordan reached back to grab his needy dick, and again crushed it into his paw with a barely concealed whine. He apologised again to Mr Dent and began sweating again with bated breath.

Oh, this is so much worse than I anticipated, thought Charlie. Again, he wished he could move out of the room that seemed to have less and less air.

Jordan took another piece of paper and wrote on it. This time, Charlie read it as, 'I cannot end the call. Too important. Please , Charlie.'

Charlie noted it was the first time Jordan had used the word 'please' for anything.

With an embarrassed whine, Jordan grabbed himself again, and began walking towards the zebra, who was now standing behind his chair. Jordan put a hand on Charlie's shoulder as if to push him down, but Charlie brushed him off. He walked to the door, and cracked it open to see his co-worker still diligently working away despite Charlie's absence.

"Yes, we could even double our workers' wages if we wanted."_ _

He saw the hyena turn his way and eye him for a moment before going to prepare another iced latte. Charlie stood frozen in the door frame.

Sure, the work is gruelling, but double... And if it's only this once, he wants me to do... that.

"Maybe even triple our workers' wages... Yes, I'm sorry, Mr Dent."

Jordan bounced from foot to foot behind Charlie, and the zebra noticed that a small dribble of piss had now leaked out, trailing through the fur of Jordan's hand.

The problem was that triple income wasn't even an argument. He gave Jordan one final look as more piss dribbled between the cat's fingers. Even from where he stood, he could smell the piss. It looked vile. It looked worse than the free drinks he'd been making and subsisting on for the last couple of hours. But...

_For triple my wages, I'll do anything. I'll... drink. _

Charlie closed the door behind him and slowly moved to his knees at the door. The second he got down; Jordan moved his wet paw and held the zebra's head back against the door. His head was craned upwards, so he saw the now giant leaking penis a few centimetres from his nose, and upwards, a now relieved cheetah, softly panting.

"Yes, sir... I promise I'll stop being weird with the noises, I just needed to... sort something out, is all."

For a moment, Charlie kissed the tip of the penis, feeling the warmth against his lips. He took in a breath and got the sharp scent of Jordan's unwashed crotch after a day's work-- the long build-up of sweat and grime from sitting in a stale office all day.

And then taste, as the penis rested on his tongue, he got the first gruelling idea of what was about to happen. A sharp, acrid smell and taste that made his nose wrinkle and eyes water. Jordan hadn't even started, and his whole mouth wanted him to pull off and rinse the taste away.

But then it didn't matter if he decided to pull off then; he only had a second. Without warning, Jordan pushed forward until his full body rested against Charlie, sending his dick to the back of his maw. The sudden stench of everything built up within his sheath rolled across Charlie's tongue and coated his mouth.

Charlie's head felt crushed within all the sensations. Jordan's weight kept Charlie in place, and blinded him to everything around him. His eyes watered, and he wanted to protest, but with a long, breathy sigh from above, it started.

The sudden release felt like the explosion of a dam. There was no small dribble, but rather a sudden release of pressure, as Charlie's mouth instantly filled to the brim, bulging his cheeks and scraping the back of his throat. Charlie gagged with a moan and tried pushing away. Piss leaked around his lips for a second, before Jordan humped forwards, pushing Charlie even closer against him.

And the piss now had nowhere else to go. With a longer, breathless moan, Charlie swallowed. And instantly found he had to swallow again. Then another second later, he was doing it again. And the volume didn't seem to change at all. It was a constant assault on his throat.

Charlie gagged and pushed, but found no room around the red rod buried within him. So, he swallowed, and felt the sickening warmth travelling down into him. Tears rolled down his face as he kept on gagging. It kept going down, whether he swallowed it or not.

Every breath brought in more of Jordan's smell, of Jordan's stench. The world felt muted under his great weight, as he kept talking on the phone, sounding more relieved every second.

"Thank you, Mr Dent; I'll be in contact again shortly. Ah, there's no rush. Thanks, again. Okay, bye. Goodbye."

Jordan hung up and sighed again, resting his spotted head against the door, and letting his arm hang weakly.

Below, Charlie continued to swallow, gag and cry. It didn't seem to end for minutes on end. The stream would fill up his cheeks and his mouth, and as the warm, burning sensation became too much, Charlie swallowed, letting the accumulated gunk settle further inside of him.

Even after swallowing, though, he could still feel the scalding intensity. It just settled down and rolled his stomach, and filled his every breath. And the longer it went, the worse it got.

The smell soon became a problem as well. He barely got any air between the liquid filling his mouth, and his nose pressed into the cheetah's pubic-fur.

"Jesus, Charlie, your mouth is perfect for this... You know, I think I have a new position, just for you... You're so cute when you look like this."

Jordan scratched his head, then moved behind his ears.

Charlie would never admit it, but it felt good to be complimented like this, despite what he had just been through. He moaned out in ecstasy, and for a second spluttered, letting a dribble of piss move between his lips, staining his perfect black and white fur. He took another strained breath through the fur on his nose, causing him to shudder. Despite how terrible his mouth felt, Jordan was beginning to have an effect on him.

_Maybe... This isn't as bad as I thought. The petting feels... nice. _

Jordan continued to pet him until the stream finally stopped. It was only then Jordan pulled away, letting Charlie get a fresh gasp of air in the closed room. A trail of drool connected the pair for a second before Jordan slipped his dick away and moved away to his desk.

Charlie stayed slumped on the floor.

"I'll draft a new job offer for you tomorrow, Charlie. For now, you can go back to work with James."

So that's what the hyena's called, is it?

Charlie felt guilty that even his boss knew James' name before he did. Jordan never seemed to care about anyone he spoke with, and rarely used their respective names. Plus, it felt weird to Charlie just knowing James' name was James, when before, he only saw him as his hyena, barista co-worker.

He wiped at his face and at the back of his head, trying to collect the stray piss still covering him, though he knew there was no hiding the yellow stains that now covered his face. Or the smell of genitals wiped all over his face.

"You want me to work after that?"

Jordan eyed him for a second. He looked now how he always looked: the grin faded back to the serious look of a professional businessman during his day job. He looked unfazed and uncaring, as he dragged out another few seconds before speaking.

"You will do what I pay you to do. Your wages may have increased with your new position, but for now you will continue your work from this morning.

At least he wasn't kidding about my wages, thought Charlie.

"Tomorrow," he drawled, "you can start working in your new position... Or, I can give you a taste today, if you work overtime with me."

Jordan ignored Charlie's nervous look, and waved him away with his paw. He went back to his computer and took a sip from his drink.

Part 2:

Charlie blinked awake and looked at his phone, noticing a message from his boss.

"Come to my office early--" then in the next message-- "dress comfortably."

Charlie felt unprepared from those commands so early in the day. He was still reeling from how Jordan treated him the other day. He swore he could still taste the cheetah on his tongue even after washing his mouth multiple times. And he couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

Should I even turn up today? Is it going to be awkward? Will I be fired? It would be my word against his if the authorities got involved. Does Jordan care at all...

Last night, Charlie had returned for the overtime work-- whatever that meant. The day had already been a nightmare, with all the strange looks he got from customers seeing the dark yellow dots of stains around his face.

James wasn't any better. He could tell something was off: could probably smell the piss whenever they brushed past each other.

When Charlie had walked into the stuffy office again, Jordan was still in his chair, looking at paper. It appeared meaningless to Charlie, but Jordan took it all very seriously. He still had his stern office look about him, though he did crack a small smile at the zebra. Charlie couldn't tell whether it was mocking or not. Jordan beckoned him over, and spread his legs open, revealing the thick bulge of his furry sheath beneath.

Charlie didn't know if he actually wanted a blowjob as he first thought, or the same thing from earlier, or even something completely different. He soon found out when Jordan hilted himself inside Charlie's mouth, and relieved himself of his afternoon's drinks.

It wasn't so hard at that time. Less gagging and tears, though Charlie still felt uncomfortably warm. It was only after he finished that Jordan face fucked him. His penis became a lot larger when erect. A great, red, glistening thing, that throbbed with numerous veins along its underside. It was eight inches long and almost curvy with the way it tapered off at the tip.

Jordan somehow got all of it into Charlie's throat as he came, and that caused a gag. And then it was the same as earlier. A bit of petting as he pulled away; a quick swig of his drink; the promise of another promotion tomorrow, then he kicked Charlie out.

In the café outside, Charlie nursed a drink of orange smoothie. He sat for a long time, wrestling with his emotions. He did the same now as he lay in bed.

_Do I accept the promotion? And my new role in the company? _

He ran his fingers along his tongue and remembered the thick, salty feeling of cum in his mouth. A foreign sensation, no matter how many loads he'd swallowed in his life, but Jordan's wasn't... bad. It was okay. And at the very least, the idea of sucking off Jordan, again, kept him hard as he lay in bed.

Realising the time, he got into comfy clothes--baggy joggers, a T-shirt, and a hoodie-- and walked to the café a few blocks away. Charlie wasn't sure what time Jordan meant when he said early, but when he arrived, he found the door unlocked for him to enter the building unnoticed. He moved around the counter and knocked on the office door.

"Come in," the cheetah called.

Inside, the air remained as stagnant as Charlie remembered. Jordan sat filtering through freshly printed papers. With a sigh, he stopped and looked Charlie up and down. He smiled across at him, which the zebra couldn't help but return. Jordan seemed different somehow, more relaxed now that it truly was just the two of them.

"Good morning, Charlie."

Jordan stood from his desk and walked over. He brushed past Charlie to close the office door, then put his paws on Charlie's shoulders, still holding his light smile. He ran his paws down Charlie's sides, noticing the elegant way his body was sculpted.

"Hi," Charlie managed. Now that Jordan was acting so intimate and friendly, the zebra felt out of his element.

He gulped, but didn't resist the paws as they applied a light bit of pressure, here and there. The touching felt pleasant and intimate, and about everything he wanted just then.

_Jordan is miles more attractive than me, and yet he's taking the time to appreciate me. He didn't just dismiss me, despite how small I am to him. In this sense, he might even... like me... I still feel tiny with him, though. _

Charlie sighed, and Jordan took a step closer until they were mere centimetres apart, pushing Charlie against the office door. He moved his hand to the back of the zebra's head, and fussed with the fur there, eventually pulling Charlie's head back to look up at him.

They made eye-contact for a second. One pair panicked, while the other looked cold and amused. It broke as Charlie let out a low moan as Jordan scratched at his head. A short growl silenced him.

Their crotches pressed together, as Jordan again pinned his weight against Charlie. It was yesterday all over again: the smell, the intensity, and overpowering need took over them.

The cheetah leaned his head down to nibble at and kiss Charlie's neck, while rubbing himself against him. They both moaned again, while Charlie writhed under Jordan's grasp.

The pressure only grew as Jordan pressed closer. His nibbles became wet kisses, while his hands hungrily trailed up Charlie's shirt, feeling the smooth fur of his lithe chest. He squeezed and rubbed a nipple, which caused another high-pitched whine.

Charlie's legs trembled under the assault. His dick ran free with pre-cum, leaving a wet stain pressed visibly at his crotch. The lack of attention down there was agonising, but he didn't rush Jordan's teasing. He didn't want to accidentally ruin whatever moment they were having.

Jordan pressed against him for a few more minutes. Practically rubbing his scent into the zebra, before suddenly pulling away.

Charlie's smile lingered until he noticed Jordan distancing himself. They stared awkwardly. Charlie's face reddened as it dawned on him that that was the end. Jordan had just stopped.

But why are we stopping? Did I do something wrong? Yesterday was wrong, definitely, but this--

"We can't do that now; you'll have to stay overtime again."

A quick 'oh' was all Charlie could manage. He felt stupid, standing there in his thin clothes, wet stain visible, clearly hoping that arriving early he could have some morning fun. He kept looking at his shoes and waited for Jordan to become a boss again, but he didn't.

Jordan took Charlie by the arm and led him towards the desk.

"Let me show you your new position."

He pulled his chair back from his desk and pointed. Underneath, there was a small, square space that had more than enough room for the sitter's legs. In the middle, between where the legs would be, there was a fluffed-up bed pillow.

"You want me to sit under your desk?"

It won't just be sitting there, though, will I? Sat there, I will be pressed very closely to Jordan. My face will be very close to his lower regions; and all day, if he plans to work overtime...

Countless possibilities ran through the zebra's head. The closeness to Jordan sounded exciting, and he couldn't help the wave of excited arousal that ran through his body.

"You will sit under the desk with your head in my lap. You can keep your clothes on, for now."

Jordan didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Charlie's hand and pulled him over, then with his hands on his shoulders, pushed him down.

Charlie banged the back of his head on the table edge and cursed. Jordan didn't laugh, but didn't say anything else either, not even to ask if he was alright. He soon sat down and pulled his chair inwards towards the desk, keeping Charlie hidden.

A new smell hit Charlie. It was the same smell from Jordan as yesterday, but less potent; it was older, more ingrained into the surrounding space. Strange, but again, not unpleasant.

"Put your head here--" he patted his lap and spread his legs-- "while I work, I want to pet and play with you. And for you to take care of my needs, whenever they should arrive."

Through his suit's trousers, Charlie could see the bulge of his erection. He felt the overwhelming urge to unzip his fly, and to play with it on his tongue, but he doubted that's what Jordan meant when he said 'play'.

He hesitated, then rested his head between his legs, pressing his nose gently across the cheetah's belly. There, he could properly smell him. Despite it being the morning, Charlie could still pick up the distinct smell of Jordan, even with the thin layer of fabric and deodorant. It gave him a warm sensation.

Charlie tilted his head to the side, and smiled up at the vague head of Jordan above. It was an awkward angle, so he could only hold it for a second, but he caught a slight grin on Jordan's face before the business look took over. Paper folded and moved above him, followed by the quiet scratching of a pen.

His smell was nice. Perfect even. It sent shivers through Charlie every time he pressed closer and drew a deep breath. But he wanted more.

His eyes crossed and focused again on the bulge in front of him. It hung limply, but it still looked huge. Charlie would know, after having it pushed into the back of his throat for up to ten minutes at a time.

He pushed his nose closer against what he thought was the head, and breathed again. It was stronger here. Much, much stronger, and it caused a physical shudder in Charlie. Whereas before the smell was a vague smell of fur, this was Jordan in his purest form. A sharp, weird smell that sent his tail flicking under the desk.

But still, he wanted more. He parted his mouth slightly and took the bulge between his lips, giving it a light squeeze.

Jordan's legs tightened around the zebra for a second, and he sighed above. He put his paw down on Charlie's head.

Charlie stopped to crane his neck back up at Jordan above. He noted how already the movement felt slightly painful.

The pair looked at each other, and Charlie could tell he was talking to Jordan, his boss, and not his...

_I have no idea what we are. It's nice, whatever it is, even when he's not smiling. And, God, I can still smell him. _

"No, not that, not now; I'm working. Just stay still and relax and get some sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us. I'll wake you when I need you."

Charlie pulled away, leaving the wet marks of his mouth against the fabric. He gave a slight nod, though his boss was back to working, and tried to get comfortable.

The space was small under the desk, but he could cross his legs, and lean his upper body against the cheetah. He put his arms around Jordan's hips, and tucked his hands into his shirt, feeling the thick fur underneath. To Charlie, Jordan felt not like a pillow, or a teddy, but rather just a really soft bag of sand. It was warm and comfortable, but felt tough and unyielding under his fingers.

Above, Jordan bristled for a second, wondering if Charlie was going to push it further. But he settled, and Jordan let out a breath he was holding. He petted Charlie on the head, evoking a low moan between his legs. He decided it was nice for him too.

Part 3:

During the early hours, Charlie managed to nap. His head slowly pressed further and further into Jordan's thighs, until his head was practically being crushed. Neither cared.

Jordan didn't notice as he kept rubbing his thighs against him, fluffing up the fur on Charlie's face. He continued with his work, and two hours later, James arrived and began cleaning the front of the café. The first customers drifted in during their early morning commute, and outside the city became alive.

A knock came from the office door, and James let himself in a moment later. Jordan could see he looked exhausted already. His fur was a mess around his body, except for around his eyes, which hung darkly on his sharp head. The boss and employee practically glared at each other from across the desk. Both looked busy, but one was certainly more tired.

"Good morning, boss. Is Charlie not going to be here today? I could use the help."

Beneath the desk, Charlie groggily awoke, and caught the end of the conversation. Despite how much he enjoyed his new position, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the hyena.

I wasn't a perfect employee, but it was still better than nothing during hectic days. Plus, even just having someone to talk to, someone to share your misery with could be helpful. I can't imagine doing this alone.

"No; Charlie will no longer be helping you."

James seemed at a loss for words, realising that not only for the rest of the day, but from this day onwards, he would be working alone, in this chaotic nightmare. The hyena's hair along his neck stuck up, and he had to hold back from baring his teeth at Jordan, who kept glancing back at his paperwork. Beneath the table, Charlie offered him a tired smile.

"You fired him."

"I didn't."

"Well, he's not here, and you seem to know what happened to him."

This time, Jordan was the one to growl. He showed his front teeth in a scowl, and glared at the hyena, who looked equally annoyed.

"He is here."

What, thought Charlie. His hands tightened around Jordan's midsection. Jordan glanced down, and his eyes momentarily softened. At which his mistake occurred to him.

"Well, he's not out front helping me with the addicts. So, are you keeping him under the desk, or what?"

No one said anything at first, then Jordan laughed a little too loudly. Both men froze. It sounded unnatural coming from their otherwise psychopathic boss. The otherwise natural sound in everyone else became twisted and jarring, and neither knew how to react.

Jordan coughed as if to clear his throat. His face broke back into a scowl towards James, and he went on.

"No, no, obviously not-- that would be completely absurd. I mean, what I meant to say before is... he's not physically here, I just mean that he's no longer a part of this branch. He's been promoted."

Charlie could only imagine James's face. The door slammed a few seconds later.

Jordan sighed and leaned back on his chair. His attempt at intimidation slunk away, and he had a sullen and tired look about him.

Charlie rubbed his thighs and back sympathetically, and nuzzled his face against Jordan's crotch again. The cheetah let off a defeated sigh.

"Hey, handsome."

Jordan rubbed between the zebra's ears, eliciting another moan that deepened when he didn't stop, and pushed deeper into the fur, pressing into the back of his skull.

Charlie didn't trust his words to thank him, but he hoped his face said it all. He took in Jordan's scent again, and sank back into him, hoping for another peaceful rest.

"I need to piss," said Jordan.

Charlie craned his head to look up at him, but Jordan said nothing more.

"... That's what you said the first time."

Jordan ignored the statement, and opened his computer to start work there. His professionalism had returned, and he seemed to think nothing more of James and his outburst.

"That's my way of telling you to deal with it. I will probably give you this command a few times a day. Sometimes more, depending on how thirsty I've been feeling.

"Unzip my trousers, and do your thing. This is your job now."

He didn't say anything more, and Charlie soon heard the sound of typing above him. He sat debating.

Is he being serious? Is this Jordan's sense of humour? It's not like I know him at all. Then again... I probably should do as I'm told-- joke or not-- as I'm in a vulnerable situation here. It would be impossible to somehow escape from under the desk and make it through the café without James's noticing. Besides, despite his 'job' he didn't want to leave. He felt more comfortable here than if he had been in his own bed.

So again, the same as yesterday, he unzipped Jordan's fly and pulled his length out. It felt warm and cute to the touch, though he would never tell Jordan that. It still felt massive, and it was an effort to hold his jaw wide enough to let it into his mouth.

Again, the taste exploded across his tongue. It took him a moment for him to remember to swallow. He liked just leaving the warm taste in his mouth, but there was plenty for him to get used to it. It felt richer than yesterday's leek, and that was saying a lot.

Almost imperceptibly, Jordan sighed above, and a paw came down to scratch at Charlie's cheek. He pulled away once he finished, and he throbbed a few times, leaving a few final spurts of piss before the stream stopped completely.

Charlie hadn't been told to suck him off, so he didn't, though he kept the penis on his tongue for as long as he could before pulling out. Jordan wiped himself off on the zebra's cheeks, before letting Charlie put his dick away, and zip up his fly.

The act got both hard. Charlie groped at his own bulge every time it happened, and it happened frequently-- another four times before lunch. He realised Jordan was guzzling a large bottle of water, before it got replaced by frequent deliveries of coffee by an increasingly frustrated hyena.

Charlie considered telling Jordan to stop asking for more drinks. Both for his own stomach's sake, and for James, who was already bogged down with orders. But again, Jordan was his boss, so he kept quiet. Though more importantly, he was warm and comfy.

At lunch, James brought a large number of sandwiches and crisps. Jordan sent him back for more, and the door nearly fell off its hinges as it slammed. The pair waited until they could hear James taking another order with a smile before relaxing again.

For a while, Jordan ate his lunch and said nothing. But then he reached down under the desk with a handful of crisps. Charlie tried to take it into his hands, but he got a stern 'no' from above.

"I'm feeding you! Just eat it; and don't bite my fingers."

And after a moment's hesitation, Charlie did. Despite his embarrassment at how he was being treated, he couldn't help but become aroused as well. He worked his tongue between his boss's fingers, picking up the stray crumbs, before the cheetah grabbed another handful to feed him from above. The crisps were followed by each bit of a sandwich, before Charlie practically inhaled a muffin that was shoved into his mouth.

Jordan wiped off his wet hand on Charlie's head, then went straight back to work. For a moment, he wanted a drink. He imagined one of the nice juices coming down with an added straw. Or he would drink the liquid from a cupped hand, and lap it up with his tongue. But then it occurred to him what he would eventually be drinking.

_Jordan won't let me get too thirsty; he seems to quite enjoy our setup. _

Charlie rested his head back between the cheetah's legs, and went back to napping.

By the end of the day, he felt like nothing more than a mouth. His jaw and tongue burned from guzzling so much piss. His belly churned and ached with it, and his legs felt dead from sitting in one place for so long.

It was only after James said goodbye in an overly cheerful call, did Jordan finally pull his chair away, allowing Charlie to stumble up, blinking in the room's new light. He first readjusted his pants, then started stumbling towards the door. He waved back at Jordan as James did.

"Okay, have a good night, boss. See you tomorrow."

"No."

"No?"

Jordan was still sitting back in his chair, legs spread open. Charlie could practically feel the comfort they held from across the room.

"No; we're working overtime. Come over here."

Charlie did so and began to kneel, expecting another litre or so. His stomach moved in powerful, angry motions, but he could take it. He wanted it.

"No, not that, look--"

Jordan wrapped his arms around Charlie's waist and pulled him off the ground with ease, almost causing the zebra to bang his head on the ceiling. Jordan collapsed back into his chair with a sigh, with Charlie straddling his lap. He stared befuddled at the smug cheetah as he wrapped his arms around him.

"Make yourself comfy; when I work overtime, so do you."

He tried his best and found it easy. He basically sank into all the fur below him. First, his legs moved so that they lay over the arm rests, and hung off the back of the chair underneath Jordan's arms. He wrapped his own arms around the cheetah's chest, then placed his head on his shoulder.

Jordan tutted, and Charlie felt a large paw grip his head from behind. Jordan pulled him back, and pushed his head into the crook of his neck and held him there for a second, before he went back to work.

_I may be 'working' overtime, but this is at least more comfortable than before. And now I'm a lot closer. This feels personal and intimate, and less dispassionate like how it was before. _

He breathed in and took in Jordan's smell again. Less strong here. Just the thin smell of cologne that still lingered from the morning.

It was an understatement. Charlie soon found himself again dozing off, surrounded by warmth and comfort. It was silent except for the slowing traffic outside, and the light tapping of keys behind him. And purring. He noticed the cheetah lightly purring, and it caused him to shiver for a second. He hid his smile in Jordan's neck, and relaxed further. This job wasn't so bad after all.

Part 4:

Charlie awoke to a paw groping at his ass. His hips were still held up by the chair's armrests, leaving his ass completely exposed for Jordan. The cheetah likely realised this beforehand, as he wrapped his other arm around Charlie's back, keeping him still.

"I've finished filling out forms for your new wages and position."

He stopped feeling his ass, slipped his paw along Charlie's tail. He went against the direction of the fur, sending shivers down Charlie's back.

"We could go home now--"

His paw reached the base of Charlie's tail, and tugged, causing a gasp. Charlie heard the smirk on Jordan's face as he spoke.

"Or--"

His paw pressed inwards, and a single claw dug inwards against the fabric, right up against Charlie's hole.

Charlie did his best to squirm away without hurting Jordan. Though with another paw around his back, he wasn't going anywhere. He whimpered into the cheetah's neck, and squeezed his back tightly. He wriggled and squirmed at the pressure, but made no move to push him off.

"Or," Jordan laughed to himself, "we can relax and celebrate your promotion."

He pulled both his paws away, letting Charlie pull away from Jordan. The pair made eye contact. Charlie's face rapidly switched through shades of embarrassment, while Jordan kept his domineering smirk. His grin only grew as he placed both paws on Charlie's hips, and pulled him against himself.

Charlie whined with the sudden pressure he again felt against his ass. This time it was Jordan's dick, which he'd been intimately familiar with over the last few hours. The idea of it inside of him in turn made him hard. He let Jordan continue to grope him, before he let out a short, jerky nod.

"Is that a yes?"

Charlie nodded again; this time, unable to make eye contact. It didn't help that the large paws had found their way to his front, running up under his shirt and feeling his smooth belly and chest. He tensed against the motion, letting him feel the tightness of his muscles.

"Use your words, Charlie. Do you want to celebrate?"

Jordan talks as if I'm stupid, as just an object to him. And it feels...

Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as he felt a sharp pair of fangs brush against his neck. Jordan nibbled his fur, causing him to squeal. He bounced in his lap, trying to writhe away, but Jordan was insistent. All the movement was working both of them up, as their crotches pressed against each other, each as hard as the other.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Jordan bit into his neck more harshly, nearly breaking the skin underneath.

Charlie doubled down on trying to escape, but it was no use. The mix of arousal and pain was causing him to shudder helplessly.

"Yes, boss--"

"No," said Jordan, picking him up, causing Charlie to yelp. The cheetah placed him onto the lip of the desk, then pushed his shoulders until he lay flat. Charlie's legs remained intertwined around Jordan's waist, bringing him up against his ass again.

"Yes, sir," Jordan continued.

"Yes, sir."

Jordan smiled, then leaned over to kiss and bite at his neck again.

"Take off your trousers and pants."

"Yes, sir," managed Charlie. He tried wriggling down his trousers a short length, presenting his now tight underwear, wet with pre-cum, his dick obvious through the fabric.

Jordan pulled away, and used his larger paws to practically rip Charlie's clothes off. They were tossed to the floor, and then the cheetah was back against him, kissing and nibbling, and moaning in a low voice. Charlie thrust his hips upwards, trying to get some friction against the fur. Jordan pressed himself lower, and Charlie wrapped his legs up and around him again. Then he started to hump.

Jordan pulled away from his neck, which now glowed red through the fur. He licked his lips once, then went down to kiss a now frantic zebra.

"Hmm," Charlie moaned, pleasure rippling through him. The added weight was more than enough for him to work towards orgasm. Up and up, he went, leaving a wet line through Jordan's shirt. Charlie's legs felt like they were going to give out. He could barely breathe with the large muzzle pressed against his mouth. It was perfect.

Jordan pulled away just as he finished, letting the cum spray over Charlie's exposed body. He whined and writhed on the desk, quickly wrapping a paw around his dick to finish himself off. He spurted lines and lines of thick cum, leaving grey pools along his otherwise perfect fur, some even reaching his now sore neck.

Charlie cracked open his eyes to see Jordan smiling affectionately. He kept running his paws along his thighs, moving back and forth over the fur, first ruffling it up, then smoothing it back down. It nearly lulled Charlie back into sleep, as the pleasure wore away. He lay grinning like an idiot, not even caring for the mess he'd made over himself, or even how noisy he had been. And Jordan looked happy too.

"Good boy," he purred. He ran two fingers up Charlie's chest, collecting a lump of cum along the way, before he made it to Charlie's lips. The zebra was too tired to argue with his boss, as he poked his fingers into the back of his mouth, and pressed against his tongue. The salty flavour filled his muzzle, but he kept it there, as Jordan repeated the motion over and over, before smearing some of the excess along his nose.

Regardless, neither could keep their smiles off their faces.

Jordan resembled nothing like how he was a few days ago. His cold and distant exterior had eroded away, leaving a sexy, domineering man in his place. Charlie could never imagine his boss-- who got angry if he didn't give a smile to everyone he served-- now smiling down at him; enjoying his presence and body. To Charlie, it just felt surreal.

I wonder if James will ever notice this side of our manager? Thought Charlie in a haze, still smiling lazily at the form above him.

"I hope you're not completely spent; we're far from done yet."

That was all the warning Charlie got before his legs were being lifted by his thighs. Jordan pulled his legs up and away from the edge of the table, revealing Charlie's plump ass and balls. Jordan whistled.

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you to relax."

"Should be easy, sir."

Charlie expected the slow prodding of a hardened dick, a dick he'd familiarised himself with for a number of hours now, but instead he felt the slow, insistent movement of a rough tongue. Suddenly it felt hard to relax.

"Hmm," he moaned out, as Jordan pushed his way in. He pulled out as Charlie squeezed, and went back to lapping at his hole. He trailed upwards and covered Charlie's balls, even tracing to the bottom of his dick, before quickly moving back down to push him open.

If Charlie found it hard to be quiet before, it was impossible now. Jordan's tongue was an unstoppable force that opened him up, and left Charlie whimpering and begging. Over and over, it pushed in, each time, reaching deeper, and widening him just a little more. Jordan practically slurped his tongue in and out. Sometimes spitting before going back to making out with his tight ring.

Next, a finger was added to each side of his ass, just holding him open a bit further for Jordan to press into. And then he found it.

The rough bumps of Jordan's tongue against his prostate left him equal parts shuddering and moaning across the table. He writhed, his body wanting him both deeper and out that instant.

"Ah, hmm, ba--"

Jordan ignored his random syllables and kept pushing against it, until Charlie's erection sprung up to its full height, once again, and stood proudly between them.

"If you're impressed with that, you're going to love this, Pet."

Jordan wiped his grinning mouth, and unzipped his fly. Charlie barely got a glance of his dick. It teased his dripping ass for a second, then Jordan fell back onto Charlie, and hilted himself.

The zebra couldn't contain his scream, especially with Jordan's lips again pressing against his own, while a paw rubbed at his exposed nipple and ran through his wet chest-fur. Each thing would have been enough for Charlie, but now he was experiencing everything at once, at breakneck speed. It was clear now why he was allowed to cum once before Jordan started rolling his hips.

A wet slap filled the room, followed by a muffled moan with each motion. Sometimes interrupted by a whine when Jordan squeezed a nipple too hard, or pushed his tongue too deep, causing Charlie to gag.

"Good boy!"

Jordan picked up his pace and they both moaned. His slow, passionate lovemaking becoming a frantic fucking as he pounded away into Charlie, pinned below him.

The poor zebra was finding it hard to breathe, with the screaming pleasure below him, and the wet kisses throughout and across his mouth. He couldn't tell any more when they stopped making out, or if it ever stopped. He closed his eyes, and let Jordan do whatever he wanted with him.

Then a paw wrapped around his dick.

Charlie came three times under the stimulation before Jordan even came close. His final long pumps felt feral as the whole table rocked and dragged along the floor. Then, with a final shove that felt almost painful, he finally stopped. He rocked his hips one last time, before his motions slowed to a light humping and muscle tensing.

Warmth flooded Charlie, but he didn't feel upset about it. Whenever he opened his eyes, he'd see his boss above him, face wracked with ecstasy. And it was truly perfect.

Then another warmth filled him, and realised Jordan was now pissing inside him.

"There you go, Pet, one last one for the day."

Pet... Okay.

Charlie felt too tired to think clearly at the moment, or to judge his new name. He thought it sounded okay, then thought nothing more of it.

He ruffled Charlie's head fur, then slowly pulled out, letting various liquids spill across his office floor.

Charlie didn't move. He lay back on the table, letting his legs relax off the edge, and let his tongue loll out from his mouth.

"Alright, you're too much of a mess to go home in this state," he said, zipping up his trousers once he'd wiped himself off on Charlie's side.

"So, stay here tonight. There's drinks and food at the counter, though make sure you're not seen by anyone at night. And there's the toilet just across the hall. You can stay here in the office, though I want everything cleaned before I arrive in the morning, you got that?"

He pulled on his shirt and tie, and straightened himself out in his monitor's reflection. He opened his desk drawer to put on spray, and wiped his mouth for the fifth time.

"Pet?"

He turned to Charlie, who lay asleep at his desk. Jordan smiled, and decided to leave the zebra a note instead. He half pulled him into his office chair, only now wrinkling his nose at the smell emanating from his employee. Charlie didn't react, just curled up into a ball and went still.

"Someday soon I'll show you my flat," said Jordan, "I think you'll like it there."

He kissed the zebra on the head, and collected the scattered clothes to put in his bag. For a second when he pulled against the door, he felt a sudden weight opening it on its own before it stumbled away.

James stood with his ear pressed to the now absent door, with a face of pure horror. Jordan caught it only for a second before the hyena vaulted the counter and ran through the exit.

Jordan considered calling out, but what good would that do? Besides, he didn't want to wake Charlie. James disappeared down the street, leaving the pair alone once again.

The cheetah sighed and closed the office door, and looked around the café.

Despite how James is, maybe I should offer promotions more often, thought Jordan. He laughed at the thought, and left, locking the door quietly behind him.

_No. No, bribery or promotions for James. He's not like Charlie. For him, I'll find a more permanent solution. _

His brain hummed with ideas.