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More Coffee and Piss, by AnotherAperson:

"So, what's the surprise?"

"I told you to wait and see..."

Jordan pulled out a remote and turned its dial around to the maximum. Charlie stifled a moan and stopped himself from screaming out into the hallway. The large butt-plug under his tail whirred and hummed and incessantly massaged his prostate, sending shocks through his body. The zebra stumbled and nearly collapsed from the stimulation.

It'd been pressed up there all day. All day, teasing and opening his insides and intermittently vibrating. Whenever his boss got bored, he'd nudge the dial and watch Charlie's expressions and sounds change. And somehow throughout it all it hadn't got easier for Charlie. It still left him in a complete mess whenever it came to life. It was too big. Even when it wasn't on it kept him nervous and jumpy, and now that it was back on, back to pleasuring him on and on, he just couldn't stand.

Jordan dived and caught Charlie before he fell, and held him to his chest. He cursed to himself, then turned off the remote and swapped it for his flat keys. He opened the door and ushered Charlie inside.

The zebra expected what he saw: high, white ceilings and walls, and spacious rooms. Just with nothing in it. Certainly luxurious, but ultimately plain and professional, almost not lived in compared to Charlie's own room. And Charlie loved it. It was exactly how he thought Jordan would decorate.

The cheetah closed the door. He took Charlie's arm and led him through another hallway and into a joint dining room and kitchen. He pulled out a chair for Charlie to sit and kissed him once on his forehead. Charlie blushed up at him before tilting his snout up for another kiss. His breath reeked from his day at work, but Jordan met him halfway anyway. After all, he'd been the one to ruin his mouth in the first place. Jordan moved away to the kitchen and began pulling out ingredients and cooking utensils. He undid his sleeves and pulled them up, though kept the rest of his work attire on.

Neither had changed before arriving. They'd just spent all day together "working," and now Jordan had promised Charlie a surprise: a dinner at his place, and an opportunity to spend the night. Charlie jumped on the idea as soon as it was proposed to him. He couldn't have rejected it anyway due to Jordan being his boss, but so far, the dynamic hadn't created any problems for him. The more time Charlie spent with Jordan, the more obsessed he became; the more willing he felt to do anything that was asked of him, regardless of the moment. It felt wonderful to him.

Jordan wore dark trousers and a blue shirt with an ocean blue tie. Charlie wore his comfort clothes. Originally, he had taken that to mean soft, malleable fabrics, like hoodies and joggers and baggy shirts, but Jordan soon took over his wardrobe too. Charlie assumed it was how businessmen showed their affection. He kept being bought gifts of new clothes and colognes and jewellery. Expensive materials and designers that at first left him nervous to put anything on. And now he sat like a princess in the high chair. He wore a pale woman's' style coat over a crop top, with tight jeans and trainers. The whole thing glistened like stars with the added silver piercings and rings and necklaces that lathered his body. Charlie thought he looked horrible. Jordan thought he looked perfect. He said he loved it, so Charlie wore it all often. And in his room his wardrobe continued to grow.

...

"Do you think James followed us this time?" said Charlie. Across the room, Jordan bristled and stopped dicing a vegetable. His face contorted. He glared at Charlie before really seeing him, at which point his face softened into an embarrassed smile.

"I made sure he didn't this time... I'll show you later, as I don't want to kill the mood right now-- but don't worry; I've dealt with him."

"I hope you didn't fire him. I doubt there's anyone as competent as him to work for the café."

The café would be worse off without him, thought Charlie. And plus, he went on, _I think I would miss him. He made life a lot easier for me. _

Jordan shrugged and went back to his food. Charlie wanted an answer, but he couldn't force it out of Jordan. The cheetah would tell him sometime in the future, when he was ready to hear it.

So instead, Charlie asked what he was cooking, and Jordan told him it would be a cottage pie, with a side of glazed Brussels sprouts and a green bean salad. Charlie joked it would be another warm meal for him that day, and Jordan laughed along. They settled into a comfortable silence as Jordan attacked the food. He seemed determined to make it perfect for Charlie, so when he brought the plates over, they were piled high with food. The sauces practically bubbled and frothed out of the mesh of food, sending thick trails of steam into the air. And when Jordan placed it down in front of him, the table made an audible thunk from its weight.

"Hey, thanks for this; it looks delicious."

"Don't worry about it... I'm sure you'll find whatever you eat delicious after how much I made you drink today."

Charlie disagreed, but decided not to argue with him; so, he walked across the table and kissed Jordan. Instantly, he felt impelled to take their kiss further. They hadn't worked overtime today, and it left him feeling frustrated and needy. He pushed his tongue forwards, deeper into the cheetah's large maw, and held his head in one hand. The slow movement and probing of tongues and sharpness of his fangs somehow sent equal parts fear and arousal through the zebra's body. He loved it. He moaned into the kiss and pressed closer. Jordan smirked through it and let him go at it for a minute as their meal cooled.

Jordan pulled away first. After a moment, Charlie sat opposite to dig into his food. And it tasted incredible. He scarfed half of the mound before feeling too full to continue. Jordan had already long finished, so he shovelled the scraps onto his own plate, and soon finished it off.

Once done, Charlie said he would do the dishes. Jordan nodded and smiled. As Charlie stacked the plates, he reached over and played with the zebra's tail, giving it a firm tug. Charlie grumbled. He pulled him closer to kiss him and felt happy at the fast tongue wrestling with his own. The hand pressed beneath his tail, feeling that flat end of the butt plug wedged inside of him. Jordan gave a firm push against it. Charlie pressed harder against Jordan and moaned into his mouth. He felt excited about the sex they would have here: the passionate, unrestrained things they could do with each other now that he wasn't stuck in a frigid office space, hidden under a desk.

He decided to do the dishes quickly. He knew Jordan would be watching him as he cleaned, so he leaned over the sink and pressed his stuffed ass backwards. Keeping his legs together, he gently swung his hips side to side as he went, but it only earned him another swift vibration. Charlie moaned out. It was too loud for the feeling, but he knew it would make Jordan happy.

"Hm! Jordan..."

His legs went bow-legged as the dial turned higher. The stimulation went from mild to extreme in seconds, and he clenched and twitched against the toy over and over. His dick rose and throbbed through its expensive underwear. Charlie panted. He rubbed himself against the counter top until the sensation stopped, then went back to cleaning. He kept his ass held up as he worked.

...

"Where's the bathroom, please, Jordan?"

The cheetah looked confused. He pointed at the doorway.

"First right down the hall... but... wait."

He jumped from his chair where he was lazing on his phone and took Charlie's arm. Charlie thought he looked nervous. Which in turn left him feeling terrified. He wondered what he'd said or done, but still desperately needed to go relieve himself.

"Is it a one or two?"

"Is it a what?"

"Are you going for a leak... or something more?"

"Oh, I just need to piss; I won't be long."

It's weird that Jordan asked me that, thought Charlie, but then he was really uptight about making tonight perfect. Maybe he wants me to stay next to him? That, or he wants to keep playing with the butt plug while I'm away. I guess it's only natural he's concerned...

Charlie turned to leave again, but Jordan tugged on his arm.

"Come sit back down then," said Jordan.

Charlie really needed to go. For once, he considered disobeying his master. He sat down and dismissed the thought. He would suffer through whatever Jordan wanted, even if that was needing the toilet, so he sat straight-backed in front of him and crossed his legs. Only for Jordan to kneel in front of him and pry them back open.

"I want to treat you today-- for being such a good boy. Sit back and relax."

Charlie moved back an inch, but couldn't relax. He kept his focus on Jordan as he placed his hand against his crotch and unzipped his fly.

"Thanks, boss, but I won't be able to enjoy this unless I can pee first."

From below, Jordan smiled back up at him. He tugged down his jeans to his ankles, leaving his underwear bare: a red jockstrap that he'd got as a gift. It covered nothing up, and often felt uncomfortable the way it hugged his dick. He was frequently hard throughout the day, and the tight fabric punished him for it. He kept it because Jordan loved it.

Jordan eased the material down and pulled out Charlie's cock. Under the cheetah's attention, his length hardened and throbbed in the cool air. He pulled his hands against it and pulled his balls out over the jockstrap. He watched it happily.

"I told you to lean back and relax... Good boy. Now, you get to experience how it feels on the other side... That's right, you can let it go."

Jordan wants me to piss into his mouth... _Right here, right now, he wants me to treat him like a urinal, like how I'm treated at work. This is perfect... Every time I think I know who Jordan is, he manages to surprise me with a treat like this. _

The feline's face broke into a grin. He opened his mouth wider, then pressed himself down to suckle on the tip of Charlie's dick. It felt rough. It felt thick and heavy as it dragged the head around with each of its twisting movements.

Charlie found it impossible to relax. Instead of leaning back into the sofa, he leaned further forwards, still in disbelief. He didn't know what to do with his hands. It felt wrong to leave them on the sofa. He held them in the air, not sure how to feel about the sensations running through him. He eventually draped them over Jordan's head and played with his ears, rubbing the fur between his thumb and forefinger. The cheetah's eyes flickered with irritation, but it soon broke back into a satisfied smile. He pulled himself deeper along Charlie's length, dragging his wide tongue down over it until it was prodding his throat. It wasn't far. And despite being able to do better himself, Charlie didn't care. He felt surprised, and happy Jordan managed to go that deep at all, to even give him this in the first place.

Jordan let go of Charlie's legs as the zebra relaxed. He traced them further up his body until they were pulling at the hem of his shirt. Charlie threw it off, then went back to scratching the feline's ears, whilst Jordan ran his hands up and down him, rubbing over his thighs before playing with his nipples. Charlie's dick throbbed. He wanted to just pull out and go piss in the toilet. He wanted to stand up and face fuck him until he came, but Jordan had told him to relax. So, he sat still and played with his ears.

Just relax, he told himself. Relax. Just relax. Lean back on the sofa... and let it out. He draped himself more comfortably and cradled Jordan's head. The gentle bobbing of his tongue soothed him. His length softened in his maw as they continued to wait.

It took another minute before he felt it. He urinated into Jordan's throat. A light trickle that tickled and itched soon became a sharp and scolding stream. Jordan's face scrunched up. He gagged around him, though made sure not to bite down, or move his lips. He let his cheeks balloon as Charlie had, then tried to swallow. His eyes watered and he pulled back an inch along Charlie's dick as it passed down. Then he gulped around the head again the next second. His face scrunched up from the taste, from the burning smell. He kept his focus on Charlie's warm hands.

The zebra tried to stem the flow. He knew others could, but he couldn't; he hadn't ever tried to stop before, and hadn't put the time and effort into learning. And now Jordan was gagging and crying in front of him because of it. It made him very happy. It felt amazing. All the tension in his body deflated, and he sank down into the cushions behind him as he watched Jordan struggle.

Still, he wanted to make him feel alright. He kept petting him on the head as he emptied his bladder into him.

"Good boy," he said. Jordan's face darkened, and Charlie quickly went on:

"Sorry, sorry, sir, I didn't mean that."

Jordan looked furious, but he relaxed too. His movements became less panicked; his hands released their iron grip on Charlie's thighs; his face stilled, and he tilted his snout to the side to carefully swallow.

Charlie moaned for effect as his stream ended, and Jordan pulled off without having spilt a drop. The cheetah looked proud of himself for managing to do it, and he offered Charlie a wide, yellow smile.

"Thanks, Master, that was a wonderful surprise."

God, when will I get to do that again... That felt incredible. It felt heavenly to have his mouth working around me, slurping the pressure away from me. And his tongue...

"This isn't the surprise."

Jordan leaned up from between his legs and pursed his lips. From afar, Charlie could smell his breath. It smelt wrong and made his face wrinkle. He felt weird about kissing after that, felt weird about tasting himself, but Jordan was still his master, and he still wanted to somehow thank him for what he'd done, surprise or not. So, Charlie bent downwards and met Jordan halfway. The initial contact was nice. He felt hesitant at going further than that, but Jordan took the choice from him, and Charlie moaned. They kissed for a long time, hands trailing over each other as Charlie slowly got used to the rancid taste. His dick hardened between them.

Jordan pulled away and pulled out the remote and twisted the dial. Charlie bounced off his ass into the air and writhed. The cheetah held him back down as the zebra gasped in his face. Beneath them, the vibrator made a muffled humming sound against the pillows. Charlie was unfocused and crazed with the sensation, and he rolled in the pleasure that spiked through his core and left him weakly whimpering. His dick pulled up the rest of the way and shot out a line of pre-cum.

"Is this the surprise?"

Jordan smiled and shook his head. He went back onto his knees and put the remote to his side. Then, he leant forward and licked back along Charlie's dick. Another jet of pre-cum squirted out in a long line along the sofa.

Charlie whined. He expected he would have to clean it up, to at least grovel and apologise to Jordan, but his boss looked happy. Ecstatic even, as he sank back onto his hardening length and rubbed his rugged tongue against the sensitive flesh.

"Ah! Master... I'm going to cum."

Charlie rolled his hips upwards. His legs shook and struggled to hold his weight from the constant pleasure at both ends. The vibrations didn't end or slow. They just kept stroking and milking his prostate over and over, leaving him breathless and panting, spittle flying as he trembled. He didn't know what to do with all the feelings holding him. He wasn't used to being the centre of attention and pleasure, but now that he was, he was loving it.

Another desperate spray left Jordan coughing and hacking his lungs, his hot breath warming his dick. Though he didn't stop. He kept his eyes on Charlie and kept sucking.

It didn't take long for Charlie to finish. He tried to hold off: to enjoy this as long as he could, knowing it would be a while before a treat like this comes along again. But he couldn't. Not when those hands impatiently began massaging the rest of his length and squeezed and rubbed his balls. His whole body arched back against the sofa, then became rigid. A gentle suckle caused him to spring forwards as he blew his load into Jordan.

"Hm!"

Jordan swallowed line after line of fluid as it lathered his mouth. He kept working his tongue. He kept stroking with his hands as it went on, pumping out the last of Charlie's cum to fill his mouth.

The zebra's moans became breathless and whiny at the continued vibrations. He rolled his legs, trying to get away from it all for just a second, but Jordan kept him in place. The cheetah gulped down the last of his load, then pulled off. In Charlie's full view, he dragged his coated tongue back along his exhausted dick, then swallowed the gathered fluid, then moved back up for a wet kiss. Charlie let him as the feeling of his prostate rolled into overstimulation. He barely noticed his own cum lathering his tongue, and barely noticed as he gulped it down.

"Good boy. Did you like that?"

Charlie just nodded and whined again. He looked past Jordan to the dial on the floor. The one that left him so hopeless and stimulated even as he just sat there. Gently, Jordan wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and picked him up. He put both hands on Charlie's humming ass and felt him up for a second, before carrying him away from the sofa and the dial.

Charlie whimpered, but felt too tired to resist. He ogled the remote, then pressed his face into Jordan's neck. He wanted to find his quiet headspace again, the one he always had during work. But, the stimulation from his ass was too strong. He twitched and jerked against his neck as he was carried from the sofa.

Jordan kicked open a door with a foot. He strode across the room and eased Charlie back against the bed. He twisted in place. The pleasure slowly came back through his body as his first orgasm finally disappeared. He didn't feel anywhere ready for another one, but regardless, felt the signs of it approaching and moving through his body. He moaned, almost as a plea. Jordan kneeled by his side on the bed and dragged him back until his head rested against the pillows.

"I hope you're still thirsty, Pet."

Jordan tore off his work clothes, revealing his large, muscled body and rounded stomach. He gave a small flex of his arms before crawling forwards onto the mattress. They kissed once more. It felt more romantic. Charlie swore he could see stars at the feeling. It was dark as they stared into each other's eyes, and for Charlie, everything felt perfect. It occurred to him then that he might be delirious.

Jordan moved away and spun around. He pointed his large, fatty ass at Charlie's face and began to move backwards. Charlie didn't move. He lay still and waited for Jordan to say something, to give some command, or make an obvious motion, but he just kept moving until he was on all fours above Charlie, with his head in line with his balls. Jordan then moved his hips until they were positioned above Charlie's head, his dick dangling down and brushing against his muzzle. Charlie noted his dick was still soft, the same as he was at work.

Oh no, he thought.

Jordan gave Charlie's length another long lick. He drooled along it and thoroughly coated it, and teased the head with his puckered lips. Charlie pushed upwards into the tight warmth of his mouth, and Jordan sank down onto him. At the same time, Jordan lay down and pushed himself deep into Charlie's muzzle. His balls pressed over the zebra's nose, while his hips kept Charlie's long head in place. He shuffled his hips and made himself comfortable, somehow keeping his dick soft and relaxed in his mouth. Charlie groaned out, but it meant nothing.

The cheetah sighed. He pressed down once then began to piss straight into his pet. The putrid yet familiar taste filled Charlie's mouth, and he swallowed it down instantly, knowing how much was still yet to come, not wanting to inhale it and suffocate. He panted through the musk of Jordan's balls and leg fur. He felt sick from the heat inside him.

Jordan pushed down further into him, and swayed his hips side to side, playing with Charlie. The zebra struggled to breathe with the motions. Jordan's dick thickened and pressed against his tongue, the liquid pissing deeper at the back of his mouth. Some rolled between his lips and over his snout even as he kept swallowing. Again and again, he took it. Like he'd been taking it multiple times every day for weeks, despite the humping and twisting movements of his shaking head.

Jordan licked Charlie's dick again, then swallowed it into his maw. He was probably in a charitable mood. Charlie now knew how great it was to be on the other side, to be the one emptying their bladder into someone.

As Jordan began bobbing up and down on him, as the pleasure that felt distant a few moments ago now rocked his body in waves, he did his best to keep swallowing. The vibrations sent another thick spurt of pre-cum through his already spent dick. It caused Charlie choke, but he didn't reach for breath. He gulped down and moaned as Jordan gagged on him in turn.

It took longer for Jordan to finish. And even when he had, he didn't pull out to let Charlie breathe. The zebra was left heaving and coughing through the cheetah's balls as the mutual blowjob continued.

Soon, his master got impatient with him. Jordan moved his head up and down, faster and faster. His tongue whipped around Charlie's cock, stimulating every nerve over and over, leaving him a trembling mess beneath.

"Good boy, you can do it. Cum for me, Pet. Hm..."

He went back to sucking him. Charlie had no choice but to gargle around Jordan as well. It went quiet except for the desperate creaking of the bed springs and their moans, and beneath it all the constant hum of the butt plug still working away. Charlie's entire lower body shook from the strain. He suckled and licked desperately and quickly against him-- he needed to get him off. He wanted to make Jordan feel good for all he had done for him that night, even as his breath became ragged and strained.

Jordan stopped sucking and pushed back onto his arms. He growled. Then he humped deep into Charlie beneath him. The bed left nowhere for the zebra to turn to. His throat took the brunt of the force as Jordan shoved his dick into him before dragging it back out. Jordan growled again and slammed back down with even more force.

Charlie whined and kept still. He swore Jordan's balls were bruising his nose. The air was hot. He couldn't take in any fresh air. The vibrator moved almost painfully. And through it all he came. He sent a few hot lines across his belly and onto Jordan's face just as it opened into another growl. Jordan noticed and went back down to suck on Charlie through the end of his orgasm.

He finished a moment later. He bucked his hips and roared into the quiet flat that was silent except for the wet movement of cum. Charlie went back to swallowing. It was harder this time. It somehow felt hotter, and it was thicker: harder for his throat to push down and work around, especially from where he lay on his back. Jordan kept rolling his hips as he finished. He screamed, uncaring of anyone who heard him. Then sat up onto his legs and pushed down hard. The excess cum frothed up and around his dick as it kept pumping into his boyfriend. He churned his hips, then slipped over to the other side of the bed.

Charlie gasped for air and tried blowing the cum out from his nostrils. He felt too tired to move at all now. He felt happy just to breathe. Even the overstimulation of his prostate felt distant. He wouldn't be able to pull it out now even if he wanted to, or even if he was asked to. He lay still and whimpered with what little energy he had left, feeling unconsciousness take over him.

...

Charlie soon awoke. Jordan had his leg hiked into the air as he pulled at the vibrating butt plug buried within him. Charlie relaxed, and it popped out with a squelch of old lube. Both admired the thick fist of a toy that hummed in the air before Jordan dropped it to the ground. He walked away, and a moment later the toy went still.

Despite the sudden hollow feeling in his body, Charlie couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. He didn't bother to try getting up and walking anywhere, but just waited for Jordan to come back into range. And when he did, he wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him in for another series of messy kisses.

"Did my Pet enjoy his treat?"

"Hm, hm," said Charlie. He ran his nose along the cheetah's neck, loving every hair on the man's body. He breathed in his scent deeply and tried pulling him even closer against him. Right now, all he wanted was a long cuddle.

"I loved the surprise, sir," he whispered. "I should come back to your place more often."

He grabbed Jordan's head for another wet kiss, but the cheetah slipped out of his grip. He planted a kiss on his snout instead, and stood up from the bed. He looked happy, but less tired than the zebra, almost eager to do something. He scratched behind Charlie's ears and rubbed along his wet belly.

"Well, that wasn't the surprise."

What more could we possibly have done together? That was the best sex I've ever had...

"Let me show it to you."

Jordan eased off the bed after another attempted kiss, and walked towards a large wardrobe at the opposite end of the room. He threw open its doors and stood back, letting Charlie get a look within. He saw nothing at first. Then something inside moved. He saw a tuft of an ear as it flickered through an arc of light, then the glitter of a pearly black eye.

"Let me turn on the light."

Charlie couldn't respond. He stared back at the eye, then jumped back in panic when the light switched on, revealing the fully bound form of a male hyena, naked, with his penis gently throbbing erect in front of him. From the long, thin tip, a slim trail of pre-cum drooled down to an old, small puddle in the wood.

Charlie knew who it was. He didn't think he'd ever seen him so horny and sexy. He just sat still, upright and bound, waiting for him to do something, waiting for anyone to do anything to him, and left uncontrollably excited because of it.

"James?"

The hyena looked away, and his dick pressed out another wad of pre-cum to patter to the ground.