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Such a beautiful day. The sun is high in the blue skies, with barely a cloud to obstruct its warming rays from filling up Jake's office.

The short, white furred fox in question was standing by the window. Looking down at the buildings beneath, and far down he could see the streets bustling with activity.

No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn't see a single person from where he was standing, not as anything else but a blur.

No other building was as tall as G.I HQ in all of Crestworth either, and it had the place of honor as close to the center as you could get in the City. Which left the very top of the building with the best view. Which just happens to be where Jake has his office, along with the other members of the top brass, including the CEO.

Jake felt safe to say that his office truly had the greatest view. As high as they were, with no other skyscrapers to get in the way, he could see far over the city and see the mountains with their snowy hilltops and the vast forests surrounding Crestworth.

All caught up on his work, Jake had moved over to the window to let his mind wander. Thinking about a lot of things and nothing in particular at the same time.

The past, the present, the future.

Some things that could be and some things that weren't.

He sighed.

For some inexplicable reason he was feeling... was it uneasy? Nervous? Jake didn't know, but he felt weird. Like he was anxious to do something. What exactly he should do he didn't know, but it was becoming increasingly harder to stand still.

Seemingly making his mind up about something, he spun around and walked up to his desk.

"Victor." He called by pushing a button on a console on his desk.

"Yes, sir?" Victor's voice replied back through the console.

Even though it felt wholly unnecessary to use this when Victor was literally sitting outside his office door, it still made him feel like a proper big boss when he used it to call his assistant.

"Come into my office." No sooner had he released the call button and turned around, when the door opened and Victor ducked inside his office.

The big doberman didn't even hesitate when Jake called for him, and it made him feel even warmer inside his blazer than he already was.

"Close the door and lock it." He said, nay, demanded.

Victor obeyed and closed the door behind him and locked it with a satisfyingly loud click. Then the big doberman walked further into the office until he came to a complete halt in the middle, hands clasped behind his back and staring straight ahead at the wall behind Jake's desk.

This had become something of a habit between the two of them after the first couple of weeks after Victor first started working for him.

Whenever Jake would call Victor into his office and ask him to lock the door behind him, the big doberman always took a position at the center of the room to await further orders.

Walking up to Victor, Jake got a closer look at the doberman hunk.

He looked so fine in his suit, with his black and brown fur and pointy ears. It made him look so much like a guard dog that he could put Martin to shame just with looks alone.

A fleeting thought occurred to him, where he suddenly wished to see who, between Victor and Martin, would win in an arm wrestling competition.

But before he let his mind wander he turned his head upwards to look up at Victor's face.

He was standing absolutely stock still, and his expression remained just as rigid as the rest of him.

"At ease." Jake said, a small smile on his face as he thought about Victor's soldier act at the strip club.

Victor immediately relaxed, spreading his legs a little and letting his hands fall to his sides, and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he looked down at Jake with a slight smile.

"Your schedule is free for the afternoon, correct?" Jake inquired, to which Victor nodded.

"Yes sir. You have my undivided attention for as long as you need it." Victor's hips began to sway a little, a telltale sign that his tail nub was wagging up a storm behind him.

Feeling a sudden urge to witness this spectacle up close, Jake circled around Victor.

And there he saw it.

Short, stubby, black fur on top, brown fur on the bottom half. The absolute cutest and sexiest tail nub Jake had ever had the fortune of seeing up close.

It was currently held high and wagging to-and-fro at a rapid pace. Sticking out through the tail hole on Victor's suit pants, which was tailored to perfection to hug Victor's phenomenal physique.

Namely, those pants made Victor's ass look so fucking good, Jake would be satisfied just by staring at it for hours upon hours without having to touch it.

Victor had a great build, strong, well defined muscles, but not so much that he was all muscles. And the absolute peak of his vigorous training resulted with him having the best bubble butt ever.

Each cheek was big, round, and globe shaped mix of strong glutes and healthy fat making it somehow both firm and soft at the same time. If Victor flexed his glutes, Jake was pretty sure he could hold onto the strippers pole with those buns of steel alone.

The brief mental image of that popped into his head and he snorted.

His train of thought was interrupted however when Victor's voice called him back to the present.

"Jake, are you alright?" Victor asked, using his first name, and looking down at him from over his shoulder curiously. Ever since Victor took Jake to his place and took care of him after his little strip club venture, the doberman would start using his name whenever they were in private.

"Mmmh... I'm fine. I was just admiring your tail." Without thinking, Jake reached out and wrapped his fingers around the short tail nub.

Victor responded immediately to the touch by tensing up, and fanning his cropped ears backwards.

"W-Why do you like my tail so much?" Victor asked, his voice getting slightly shaky.

"It's hard to know where to start, Victor... I like how cute it looks." Jake said softly, gently stroking his fingers up and down the exposed tail stump, feeling the velvety soft fur around it.

"I like how it looks on you." He continued, keeping his eyes on the tail nub as he held it up so he could see the brown fur on the bottom half more clearly.

Victor had started to pant lightly, his tongue hanging out of his open maw.

"I like how it feels. How soft it is. And how short it is." His voice got lower and lower, almost murring out the words at this point.

"But mostly I like how sensitive it is." He tightened his fingers around Victor's tail nub and gave it a squeeze.

The result was instant. Victor moaned, closed his eyes, and pushed his ass backwards on instinct, almost bumping into Jake with his big butt.

"It's like you have a g-spot on the outside." Jake murmured, and placed one hand on top of Victor's big round ass, and gave his ass cheek a soft squeeze as he gave the doberman's tail nub a slight tug at the same time.

Victor moaned even louder than before, and responded by bending over slightly to push his ass further back into the fox's groping paws.

"Mh... bend over my desk, my big pup." Jake demanded.

Victor obeyed, letting himself be shepherded forward until he could bend over the fox's mahogany desk. Bracing himself on the desk with both arms, Victor stuck his ass out and let out a panting moan right after doing so.

Jake had been keeping his paw latched onto the doberman's rump while marching him forward, and when Victor bent over he placed his second hand on the other ass cheek and gave Victor's bubble butt a good, strong grope using both paws.

That wonderful ass might still be hidden inside Victor's pants and his underwear, but that didn't take away just how great it felt to grope and squeeze it even through all that fabric.

Something about a hunk like Victor wearing a suit like this was really pushing Jake's buttons.

He let his paws roam over those huge globes for another minute, simply marveling at how fucking amazing Victor's ass was.

Every so often he'd let a paw trail upwards towards the tail nub and he would stroke, rub, and squeeze the docked tail just to hear Victor whine and moan in need.

"Drop your pants." Jake growled, trying his best to rein in his hornyness as he said these words.

Victor's head was swimming with lust and he barely registered that Jake spoke to him. But he was dimly aware that he was unbuttoning his pants and pushed them down just far enough that he would expose his big meaty rump.

Today Victor had chosen to wear black boxer briefs, which hugged his ass so snugly that Jake could easily see the curvature of each tremendous globe-shaped ass cheek.

The doberman's tail nub poked out from the hole, just underneath the hem of the boxer briefs, with a small clasp just above the tail base, which was designed to keep the underwear from sliding down.

Jake's paws trembled slightly as he reached out to grab hold of Victor's ass once again.

This wasn't the first time he had groped Victor's ass, but it was the first time he had it up close like this, and so exposed, with the doberman bent over his desk. Usually he'd just stick his paw into his pants to give him a quick grope.

But now it was different.

After seeing Victor's performance at the strip club. As well as the steamy love making they did the day after, Jake was finding it harder and harder keeping his paws off the huge doberman.

Jake had to stop himself from groaning, instead he muttering under his breath; "Oh fuck..." As his paws came into contact with the soft fabric of Victor's boxer briefs, he put both palms upon the doberman's big ass cheeks and felt the heat of Victor's body temperature throughout the thin fabric.

First the pants and now the underwear. There was just something about the act of rubbing and groping Victor through his clothing that was just so incredibly sexy to Jake.

Sure, Victor being naked was undeniably the peak of sexiness.

But the act of groping and playing with him like this was almost just as hot. Certainly it was really good foreplay.

He rubbed his paws up and down, circling Victor's bubble butt. Sometimes stroking, sometimes groping and squeezing.

And he couldn't forget about that tail either.

Every so often his fingers would brush over the tail nub, and when they did he'd rub and squeeze the sensitive tail stub. Sometimes he'd let a finger trail down the underside of the tail as close as he could get to the base of the tail where the tail met with Victor's rump. He even let his finger trail inside the small hole for his tail in the boxer briefs and he could feel the heat and silky softness of his fur inside and feel the very top of the cleft between Victor's bouncy cheeks.

Jake let his paws trail to Victor's hips and then back around his rump, exploring every inch of the big bubble butt that he could get his paws on.

The size difference between Jake's paws and Victor's big butt was palpable, as he held each cheek with a groping paw. His fingers sank into the soft, spongy fat. Even through the fabric of his boxer briefs he could feel the softness of those plump cheeks and the firmness of his glutes whenever Victor would inadvertently flex his muscles.

Victor's arms had begun to shake slightly, and he was open mouthed panting at this point, moaning out each time Jake tugged on his tail nub.

Carefully, Jake let his thumb draw closer to the cleft between the doberman's bubbly cheeks. With how tight fitting Victor's boxer briefs were, he could easily trail his thumb further down the valley between them. It felt hotter the closer he let his thumb go, as he neared the point where those cheeks met, somewhere beneath the trembling tail nub.

Through the fabric of the doberman hunk's black boxer briefs, Jake could feel the hot, wrinkled tailstar. Victor's tailhole.

Unable to hold himself back, Jake let a shaky moan escape his lips as he thumbed over Victor's hidden pucker. But his moan was drowned out by a loud whimpering whine coming from the big doberman.

Victor was clutching Jake's desk, with his strong arms flexing, and gritting his teeth in an effort to keep himself steady and as still as possible for the fox to continue groping him undisturbed.

It now occurred to him how uncomfortable Victor must feel if he was as erect as he was right now.

Jake snaked a paw between Victor's meaty thighs and cupped a throbbing bulge that was close to ripping the fabric of his underwear.

"N-No." Victor said, pushing his ass back. "P-Please... Keep playing with my tail..." Victor let out a whine, almost begging him at this point.

And Jake was more than happy to listen to his pup's demand. He focused his effort on groping, squeezing, and fondling the doberman's butt. But this time he divided his attention between Victor's tail nub and making sure to brush his thumb over his tailhole every so often.

His own discomfort with his raging erection in his pants was easy to ignore when he heard Victor panting and moaning, whining and whimpering as he kept up fondling his ass.

Just as Jake was about to take the next step, there was a knocking on the door.

Both of them jolted as the knock startled them. Victor threw a nervous glance over his shoulder at Jake.

Jake clicked his tongue in annoyance at the interruption.

He was about to turn around and answer the door when a brilliant foxy scheme occurred to him.

Looking up at Victor's face he grinned, squeezing the dobie's ass.

"Answer the door." He commanded in a whisper.

But he didn't remove his paw from Victor's butt.

Victor stared at him for a moment, then his eyes widened as the realization of what Jake wanted him to do dawned on him.

There was a second knock on the door.

Victor stood up straight, and with the back of his pants pushed down and the white furred fox's paw glued to his buttocks, he walked across the office to the door and unlocked it.

Cracking the door open a smidge, Victor positioned himself so that his back end would be hidden behind the door and he could still peer out the small gap.

"Yes?" Victor said in the most neutral voice he could muster.

Jake rewarded his efforts by squeezing both of his ass cheeks and running his paws in great circles around the plump globes.

"Erh..." Said a male voice from the other side of the door that Jake recognised as Barnes' voice. "Victor? Why are you locked inside Mr Silverman's office? Where is Mr Silverman anyway?"

The memory of Barnes' ass being pushed into his groin came flooding back to Jake, and it only spurred him on to fondle and grope Victor's ass with even more vigor than before.

"Mr. Silverman is unavailable right now. I'm helping him work on a s-sensitive project." Victor lied through his teeth, making up a convincing story on the spot and kept his voice mostly steady through it all. Despite Jake tugging on his tail nub mid-sentence.

"Right..." Barnes said. It was hard for Jake to determine whether or not Barnes believed him judging by the tone of his voice.

His attention was otherwise preoccupied with inching forward until he could push the bulge in his pants up against Victor's underwear guarded rump.

"Jamina sent me up here because we needed Mr. Silverman's signature for this new product... When will Mr. Silverman be available?" Barnes inquired.

Jake was busy dry humping Victor, but he still heard the question. In response he sunk all ten fingers into Victor's ass and squeezed him twice.

"Uhm... in about ten minutes?" Victor said, and he was rewarded for his accurate interpretation of the fox's message, with Jake moving a paw and scratching him at his tailbase, right above the tail nub.

"I see." Barnes said. "If that's the case I'll just wait for him out here then."

"R-Right. If you'll excuse me then, I have to get back to work..." Victor stifled a grunt when Jake surprised him by crouching down behind him and giving his short tail nub a quick lick.

Victor closed the door and braced himself up against it.

Jake didn't want to stop now, with the big doberman bracing himself against the door and pushing his bubble butt outwards for him to play with.

Sadly he knew that playtime was over now that Barnes had arrived.

"You did well, pup." Jake said from where he was crouched down behind Victor, paws on his ass cheeks, and admiring Victor's tail nub, now damp from the lick he gave it.

"Wuff..." Victor let out a weak bark, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "That was... wuff."

"Incredibly hot?" Jake suggested, slapping Victor's plump rump and watching it jiggle slightly before he stood up properly again.

"Arf... y-yeah... oh man. I thought I was gonna cum when you pulled on my tail when I was talking with that guy." Victor reached behind him to pull his pants back up.

Jake was sad to watch that beautiful sight of Victor's underwear disappear, but he still had the view of the doberman's plump ass to ogle.

"The thrill of almost getting caught really got to you, huh?" Jake said while readjusting the erection in his pants. Making it comfortable while he waited for it to go down.

It would seem Victor was doing the same thing, even though his face looked like he'd just run a mile. Flushed red in the cheeks, panting slightly, and some drool at the corner of his mouth.

"It really did. I guess I have something of an exhibition kink... to tell you the truth." Victor said with a shifty grin, winking at Jake who returned the grin happily.

"No way." Jake said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "You? Getting turned on by showing off? Get out of here."

Victor snickered while Jake sauntered over to the wall size mirror behind the bar, and did a couple of final adjustments to make sure he's presentable. His white furred, blue eyed reflection stared back at him, eyeing his suit up and down to ensure everything was in its proper place.

Looking to the side slightly, he could see Victor's reflection in the mirror too. The doberman appeared busy with tucking his shirt back into his pants when suddenly, he looked up and their eyes met.

Quickly Jake looked away, giving his own reflection a last once-over before turning his back to it with a flick of his tail. Walking over to the door, he put his paw on the handle.

He was just about to turn it when he hesitated.

Turning his head, he looked at Victor.

The doberman in question met his eyes again and cocked his head to the side.

"What?" Victor asked, his cropped ears twitching slightly.

"I-..." He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat. What did he want to say to Victor?

After a moment's pause of the two of them looking at each other, Jake shook his head.

"Nothing, nevermind." Pulling the door open, Jake braced himself for the dealings of bureaucracy.

---

The rest of the workday trudged along at its usual boring pace. Nothing else exciting happened for Jake, but at least he remembered to eat lunch today. Due in big part to Victor gently reminding him.

He was just packing up for the day when he just remembered something he had to ask of Victor.

Bursting out of his office he realized he was too late when he saw Victor's empty desk. Cursing under his breath, he stomped over to the elevator. How could he forget that Victor gets off work before he does.

During the elevator ride down to the garage, he pulled out his private phone and started typing away at it.

Frowning, he locked his phone and put it away again without sending the text he had typed.

When the elevator opened up to the garage, Jake seemed to have second thoughts and pulled his phone out of his pocket once again.

Why was he hesitating now? Just send the damn text and ask Victor to meet for a coffee so they could talk.

He has met friends for coffee tons of times.

But... was Victor his friend?

They have only just recently been starting to know one another more, so he supposed that he and Victor could be considered friends now.

Where did the boss-subordinate relationship end and where did the person-to-person relationship start?

True, Victor did invite him to his second workplace with the intent of helping him unwind.

It would seem unlikely that Victor would do that for just anyone, especially his boss.

Jake came to a stop in front of his car.

When he saw his reflection in the car window, he frowned.

Putting his phone back into his pocket, he gave himself a couple of slaps on the cheeks using both paws.

His dad would be ashamed to see him hesitating this much. He should just face the problem head on!

Be fearless!

One last time he pulled his phone up, re-wrote his text message asking to meet Victor for a coffee so they could have a chat.

Once he finished writing the text he pressed 'send' immediately without hesitating. Lest he would start doubting himself again.

He'd just barely taken a seat in his car when his phone buzzed.

"Sure, I'm down to grab a coffee. I can be there in an hour. Got a thing I need to do first. See ya then!" Victor's reply said.

Jake's heart leapt when he read it.

Why did he feel strangely excited to meet Victor for a coffee?

Maybe because it felt like more than just a regular meet up with a friend?

Was he... crushing on Victor? Was that the explanation?

He's never felt what he feels for Victor before, not for anyone. So he doesn't know what to make of these feelings.

Was it love? Affection? Did he like Victor as a friend with benefits, or something more substantial?

Jake let his mind ponder these new emotions as he drove out of the parking garage and set course for his apartment.

He'd like to change clothes before meeting Victor. Suit and tie doesn't really fit for meeting someone at a café.

No matter how sexy Victor looks in a suit...

Sighing wistfully, Jake made the last turn into his apartment building's parking lot.

He would grab a quick shower before changing clothes.

Today he settled for brown shorts and a green shirt. It was a pretty warm summer's day today and it could get very hot with a thick fur coat like Jake's.

Feeling antsy, he decided to leave right away instead of sitting around. It was better than the alternative of waiting around his apartment with nothing to do to keep his mind occupied. These days his mind tends to wander a lot whenever he isn't doing anything.

Before he left his apartment building, however, he made a quick stop at Martin's apartment on the floor below his.

Martin had a smaller apartment than Jake did, but according to him it was more than enough for his bachelor life. As he had assured Jake many times before whenever he'd brought up his concerns about it being sufficient for the wolf.

Knocking on Martin's door, Jake bounced on his heels while he waited for the door to open.

And when it did, he choked.

Martin had opened the door wearing nothing but a black tank top and white briefs. It immediately drew Jake's attention, making him stare at the wolf's sizable package.

"Oh, hello Jake! Back from work?" Martin said with a chipper voice, smiling down at him, completely unabashed by his half-naked appearance. He was so pleased to see Jake that his tail was held high and it was wagging joyfully.

"Uhm, bad time?" Jake asked, forcing his eyes away from Martin's package to instead look up at the black furred wolf's green eyes.

"Hm? No of course not, I was just lounging on the couch after a shower." Martin raised his arms up and stretched, causing his tank top to rise up and show off his well-toned midriff to Jake.

"He's got to be doing this on purpose." Jake thought, deeply regretting coming here instead of just texting Martin.

Usually he would text the wolf if he was going out somewhere, but since he neglected to do so last time, he felt like making a personal visit would make up for worrying the wolf.

He might not like having a bodyguard, but Martin was far more manageable if Jake was honest with him. The wolf was excellent at keeping an eye on Jake from a distance, so that most of the time he didn't even notice him, even with his good hearing.

And if Martin was allowed to do his job properly, it would keep his dad off his back about his safety. Something both of his parents had been concerned about ever since they adopted him. Despite all the evidence that Jake could take care of himself.

Thus a compromise was reached. Jake got a personal bodyguard, but he had to keep an eye on him from a distance and only intervened if he judged a situation to be unsafe.

"Was there something I could do for you?" Martin asked after he finished stretching, smiling down at the fox.

"No... I was just going to tell you that I'm going out..." Jake said stiffly, trying his hardest to keep his eyes glued to Martin's face, and avoiding thinking about how sexy he thought his bodyguard looked.

Martin's tail picked up speed and he grinned widely.

"Yeah? Thanks for informing me!" Martin reached out one of his big paws and ruffled the fur on top of Jake's head.

"Mhm." Jake mumbled, unable to stop his own tail from wagging.

"You didn't have to tell me in person, but I'm really happy that you did. Now go have fun with whatever it is you're doing. I promise I won't get in the way, etcetera etcetera." Martin withdrew his paw and put both of them on his hips as he watched the fox turn and leave.

Jake stumbled into the elevator. The mental image of a half-dressed Martin was seared into his brain, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking about it.

It felt a bit... odd. To think about Martin as sexy.

Jake had known him for so long now, ever since he was just a kid. He was almost like an older brother to Jake at this point.

Sure, on more than one occasion the thought had struck him that Martin was a very handsome wolf. And he couldn't lie and say that he wasn't attractive, but it had never really crossed his mind that he could be into Martin in that way.

Their relationship was so close and familial.

But now for some strange reason, his mind kept bringing up the image of Martin in his underwear. His brain constructed several scenarios in which he would remove what little clothing the wolf had on until he was completely nude.

"Jake you horny idiot, get your mind out of the gutter." Jake chastised himself, almost headbutting the wall of the elevator in an effort to clear his head.

Luckily the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened before he could punish himself for his horny brain.

Swiftly leaving the building, Jake allowed himself no more naughty thoughts about his bodyguard. Instead he focused on getting to the café he had selected as the designated meeting spot for him and Victor.

It was a bit of a drive. The location of the café was a bit out of the way but it was one of Jake's favorite places in the city to visit.

It was located right next to a park near the outskirts, so it had a great outdoors seating area with a wonderful view of a pond and the trees surrounding it.

Plus their cinnamon buns were to die for.

---

Pulling up in a parking space not far from the café, Jake checked the time and realized he still had about 20 minutes before he was supposed to meet Victor.

Getting out of the car, he stretched and looked towards the park.

Perhaps a little walk through the park to stretch his legs wouldn't be out of place.

Letting his feet carry him along the paver brick path that circled the pond, he turned his eyes upwards and gazed up at the blue skies, with only a few sparse clouds to be seen in the distance, and let his mind relax for a while.

He'd only been strolling for about five minutes or so when suddenly someone yelled.

"Watch out kid!" Jake, deep in his thoughts, didn't hear the warning until it was too late and something hard struck him in the back of the head. It caused him to stumble forward and almost fall on his face. Luckily he managed to catch himself somehow and remained standing on his feet.

"Oh damn, are you alright kid?" Some unknown male voice called to him as he rubbed the back of his head, still a little confused over what just happened.

Looking around he saw a frisbee on the ground, and two guys jogging over to where he was.

"I'm really sorry, we were getting into some pretty sick frisbee throws and this one whizzed right past me, I couldn't even catch up to it!" The first of the guys said, the one who had obviously missed the frisbee. He was a tiger, and looked like your average college student. Backwards cap, tank top, shorts, muscles. The whole ensemble.

"I told you it was a bad idea to throw as hard as possible, dude." The other guy said. This one was an otter, and this guy only had shorts on, no cap or shirt to speak of. Showing off a fluffy but well toned chest and abs.

"Hey I'm not the one who nailed a kid in the head, jackass." The tiger said, whipping his striped tail in anger.

"You were the one who wanted me to, and I quote, 'do it as hard as possible, I can take it' and then miss it by a mile, dick." The otter said, smacking his thick tail on the ground to show his frustration.

"Uhm." Jake said, having finally puzzled together what had just happened with this situation.

The tiger and the otter looked at him, their anger forgotten and now looked worried instead.

"Does it hurt? How do you feel? Where's your parents?" The tiger asked.

Jake sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm fine, mostly." Jake said, bending down to pick up the frisbee. "But do try to be a bit more careful in the future." He held out the frisbee for the tiger.

The tiger seemed shocked at his response and didn't immediately grab the outheld frisbee.

"I-..." said the tiger but words seemed to fail him.

It fell to the otter to speak up on his behalf.

"Sorry about that, he's an idiot. And I totally knew you weren't a kid all along." The otter said with a chuckle, elbowing the tiger in the side.

"Y-Yeah... sorry." The tiger said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Despite himself Jake couldn't help but smile at the endearing effort to correct their mistake.

He supposed he can't fault them for mistaking him for a kid. It has been an ongoing issue he's been dealing with for years and years.

"You wouldn't be the first, and most certainly will not be the last, to think that. I'm used to it." Jake held out the frisbee again, and this time the tiger took it. Albeit meekly so.

"It's just... You're so small, and from far away you-...." The tiger mumbled, but the otter elbowed him again.

"Ow! What the hell dude!?" The tiger said, flaring up at once.

"My god you really are as dense as a brick, you dipshit." The otter smacked the tiger at the back of his legs with his thick and powerful tail.

Looking from the tiger to the otter, Jake tilted his head to the side. Why did this guy look familiar?

As he was mulling it over, the two college jocks finally stopped bickering amongst each other and turned to Jake and apologized one last time.

"I'll be fine, just a little bump won't stop me." Jake assured them.

The two jocks looked at one another. The tiger shrugged.

"Well, alright then. If you say so." The tiger said, but the otter didn't seem as ready to let it drop like that. Still looking a bit uneasy, he started digging in his pockets as if he was looking for something.

"Aw crap, erh, could you wait here for just a minute? I need to go and fetch something from my bag." Then he turned and left, giving Jake no chance to protest.

"And off he goes, sheesh." The tiger sighed, watching his friend leave.

Jake watched, a little bemused, as the otter rummaged around in his gym bag that he had tossed haphazardly on the ground a short distance away. The tiger muttered under his breath but he paid him no mind, instead rubbing the spot where the frisbee hit him in the back of his head, and taking the chance to look around the area properly for the first time.

A fair bit of people were out and about, everyone from college students to families to elderly people. All of them looked happy and content doing their own thing, like playing games, walking, sitting on the grass and chatting, or eating delicious street food from various vendors dotted around the park.

His eyes wandered over a happy looking family having a little picnic on a blanket. It was a family of lions, a mom and dad and their child who seemed to be around nine or ten.

The lion cub seemed to be excitedly explaining something to his dad while simultaneously holding a sandwich in his other paw and taking bites out of it every so often. It was very cute. And the lion dad, with his big mane, was listening with rapt attention. A big handsome smile on his face.

For a fleeting moment, Jake felt a surge of envy at what they had. But it swiftly passed, as he took his eyes off the happy family.

All things considered, Jake was glad he decided to go out today, if only to be reminded that he damn loved this city. All the good and all the bad that came with living here.

"Here." The otter said, finally back from his little dungeon delving adventure. He was holding out a... business card?

"Dude, why do you keep those in your gym bag?" The tiger said exasperated, gesturing towards the business card as Jake accepted it from the otter.

"I don't, I keep them in my wallet." The otter said, rolling his eyes.

"Why do you even have business cards?" The tiger asked, frowning at his pal.

"Because, unlike you, I have a job. And business cards are a good way to bring in business, hence the name, moron." The otter turned his attention to Jake, who was just finishing checking out said business card.

"It's for the spa I work at. If you come in and ask for Basil, I'll give you a massage, free of charge, as an apology for bonking you with a frisbee." The otter, evidently named Basil, smiled down at him.

"Oh, that's... very generous of you, thank you." Jake returned the smile and put the business card in his back pocket.

What was the saying? Never look a gifted horse in the mouth?

"How is giving away free massages going to bring in more business?" The tiger asked, looking skeptical at his friend.

"Shut up Shawn." Basil flipped his friend off before addressing Jake one last time. "I work most weekdays, so drop in whenever it's convenient for you."

"Sure, I will." Jake gave another smile and a wave as the two of them turned around and immediately began to argue again as they walked towards their belongings.

Jake remained where he was, watching the duo for a moment.

Basil and Shawn resumed their frisbee tossing, although this time they were much more controlled than they previously were.

The only reminder that anything weird had happened at all was the slightly tender area at the back of his head.

His eyes lingered on the otter for a while longer, still trying to figure out why it felt like he'd seen him before. He's sure he had, but for the life of him can't remember it.

Shrugging to himself, Jake turned around and walked back the way he came.

No longer in the mood for a stroll, he slowly made his way towards the café instead.

A quick check of his phone confirmed that it was only roughly ten minutes left until he was meant to meet Victor. So he might as well get to the café and find a table.

On days like this there was bound to be a lot of people there anyway.

Soon he reached his destination, and just like he predicted, the place was packed. At least the outdoor seating area was brimming with people.

Perhaps there were some free tables inside.

The café itself was very neat. It had the aesthetic of a log cabin, two stories tall, and big windows on the side facing the pond, which meant you had a great vantage point from the second floor if you had a table by the window.

The inside was cozy, a little rustic, but altogether a very pleasant atmosphere. And surprisingly mild temperature despite the warmth outside. Catchy music was playing on speakers somewhere, although barely audible over the people talking inside.

Squeezing his way through the crowds, Jake finally made it to the counter. Where he was promptly greeted by a thin black cat who looked dead on his feet.

"Hello, welcome to Lucky Nook. Can I take your order." The cat said in a monotonous voice, staring straight ahead of him.

"Down here, Dylan." Jake said with a snicker, watching the black cat blink stupidly and turned his eyes downwards until he saw Jake.

A tired smile spread across his muzzle.

"Hi Jake. Been a while since last time I saw you. Are you here to take me out?" Dylan asked lazily.

"Like on a date?" Jake asked, blinking up at him.

"Or with a sniper rifle. Surprise me." Dylan smiled wider, although the corners of his mouth never met his eyes.

If Dylan didn't have such black fur, there would probably be dark circles visible under his yellow eyes.

"I could pull the fire alarm for you." Jake suggested, as an alternative, and this got Dylan chuckling weakly.

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't want to ruin this place. It's still a nice building." Dylan yawned, showing off his pearly white fangs as he moved his paw to the register.

"The usual?" Dylan asked, not bothering to hide his exhaustion.

"Sounds good, and I'll have a cinnamon bun too." Jake said, hoping it wouldn't overburden the black cat. As he looked ready to drop at any moment now.

"You are a saint." Dylan said while pushing in Jake's order into the register.

"Why? Because I drink caramel latte with whipped cream on top?" Jake asked, pulling his wallet out and holding his card against the card reader.

"Because you always place orders like a sane person, without any stupid additions." Dylan sighed, slouching around to make Jake's order.

"If I have to make another soy-free soy latte, or an overly complicated cup of warm milk with sugar swirled in, I'm going to scream." Dylan yawned again, capitalizing on the fact that he was serving Jake, who didn't care about employees acting like monotonous robots for the sake of customer service.

"Another late night gaming session?" Jake asked, watching the black cat move his paws around without looking at what he was doing.

"Mhhm." Dylan mumbled. "We're stuck on the last raid boss. Stupid fucker won't go below 20% hp before wiping us all." As he talked he also grabbed one of the cinnamon buns on display with a pair of tongs and put it on a small sheet of metal and put it inside a small oven to heat it up.

"I can't carry that raid by myself, Jake. I have very little upper body strength." He kept on complaining while making the rest of Jake's order.

"Sounds rough buddy." Jake said sympathetically. He wasn't too keen on online gaming himself, but every now and then he might enjoy playing on his console. Though those times were rare as it is, save for a few times when he got roped into playing with some of his younger relatives.

"Ah well. C'est la vie. Here is your order." Dylan put the cup and the cinnamon bun on a tray and pushed it forward on the counter.

"Thanks Dyl." Jake grabbed the tray and gave the black cat a smile.

"No prob Jake. I think there's a table free upstairs, if you'd like." Waving him off, Jake followed Dylan's advice and carried his tray to the second floor.

Indeed there weren't as many people up here, to his relief. And he quickly found an empty table in the corner by the window.

With his back to the wall, Jake sat down in the cozy chair by the table and scooted forward.

Before anything else, he had to take a bite out of the cinnamon bun.

Biting into the bun, he had to physically stop himself from moaning, it was that good!

Thanks to Dylan heating it up, it felt like it was just fresh out of the oven and all the flavors danced over his tongue.

He was so focused on enjoying that first bite, that he almost forgot what he meant to do next.

Pulling out his phone, he started to fiddle with it as he took a sip from his caramel latte.

Checking his notifications and his messages, he was so into what he was doing he never noticed the approaching figure until a looming shadow was cast over him.

"Hi!" Victor's rumbling voice said cheerfully. Jake looked up and saw that he was also carrying a tray with a cup and a cinnamon bun as well.

He too had gotten changed after work, into a sleeveless shirt and the pair of black short shorts that Jake saw him in a few days ago, those wonderful shorts that greatly showed off his thick thighs.

"Thigh there." Jake said with his thoughts full of doberman thighs.

"I mean." He quickly corrected himself. "Hi. There." He folded his ears back in embarrassment, but Victor didn't seem bothered by it.

In fact he seemed amused by it if anything. Grinning down at him as he took the chair opposite from Jake.

"It's comforting to know that my workouts haven't been for nothing." Victor picked up the cinnamon bun and took a bite out of it. He closed his eyes as a big goofy smile spread on his nuzzle as he chewed. His pointed, cropped ears wiggled joyfully with each movement of his jaw.

Jake enjoyed watching the big doberman savor his bite of the cinnamon bun.

So this is what he looked like when he bit into his.

"Your gym results were never in doubt, Victor. You have such an incredibly-... amazing body... I'm pretty envious of it to be honest ..." Jake eyed Victor up and down with an admiring look, then let out a small sigh as he took another sip of his latte.

"Aw, you shouldn't compare yourself to others, Jake. You have a pretty amazing body yourself. And I like you just as you are..." Victor fidgeted in his chair, hastily grabbing his cup and taking a chug from it to cover his awkwardness.

Jake felt a warm flush in his cheek and he smiled. Turning his eyes downwards to hide his blushing face.

"Good choice you made to meet here, by the way. It's a great park to jog through, and sometimes I come in here for a quick bite and an iced coffee." Victor said, nodding while looking around.

"What did you get this time?" Jake asked, peering at the cup on Victor's tray.

"Well it's a pretty hot day so... iced tea!" Victor said excitedly. "The barista nearly cried when I ordered it though, but he seemed grateful all the same." Victor picked up his bun again and took another bite from it. His brown eyes found Jake's blue ones, and he smiled. His dastardly handsome smile that he did so well.

Jake had to turn his eyes away by force. His face was hot, his clothes felt hot, his fur coat felt hot. Everything was very hot all of a sudden! Why did he get a caramel latte? He should've gotten iced water. No, scratch that. He should have gotten ice with water in it.

"You okay?" Victor asked, voice full of concern.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Jake reached for his cup and took a big sip.

It was quiet for a minute around their table before Victor spoke up again.

"Caramel latte?" He asked out of the blue.

"Huh?" Jake snapped his attention back to Victor.

"Your drink." Victor pointed to it, still smiling.

"O-Oh! Yes. It is. How did you know?" Jake asked, looking from Victor to his cup and back to Victor again.

"I have a pretty good nose, you know." Victor said, turning his finger to tap his black nose.

"That's... impressive, heh. You're a real bloodhound, eh?" Jake relaxed when Victor chuckled.

"Maybe." Victor said with a grin. "Who knows, maybe I have a distant relative that's a bloodhound."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did. I bet you have all the best qualities of any canine breed I know of." Jake said while taking another sip of his latte to hide his smile.

It felt like he hadn't stopped smiling ever since Victor showed up.

Victor didn't reply, but he squirmed in his chair a little, a sign that Jake recognised as him waggling his hips along with his tail. Victor's cheeks were almost glowing so red that it could be seen through the fur, with his ears wiggling between slightly laid back in a content manner and facing forward in alertness.

They spent a few minutes in quiet contemplation as they slowly devoured their respective cinnamon bun.

Jake felt much calmer now, and he no longer felt like he was going to suffocate from Victor's extreme attractiveness.

"So..." Victor said, having just finished the last of his bun. "What did you want to talk about? Not that I don't mind just hanging out with you, but your text made it out like you wanted to ask me something?"

Victor tilted his head to the side in the usual adorable puppy-like reaction he always did when he was curious.

It made a real good job at disarming Jake.

Taking a deep breath, he let his mind settle so he wouldn't mess this up.

"I... I'm not sure where to start, but I'll try my best." Jake held his empty latte with both of his paws and glanced up at Victor. He had the doberman's full attention.

"Take your time, I'm in no rush." Victor said with an understanding tone in his deep voice.

Jake exhaled.

"So, you already know about me being adopted by the Silverman family." Victor nodded. "And you probably also know just how large the Silverman family tree is, with all the branch families." Victor nodded again, still listening intently.

"Every year the main family, that is to say, my family, hosts a big get-together for all of our relatives to meet and catch up with everybody." Jake paused, scratching behind his ear to give himself a moment to think.

"Since it's such a huge gathering, with everyone bringing their families and partners. People are allowed to bring a plus one, even if they are just a friend." Jake fidgeted in his chair, feeling the heat returning to his cheeks.

"And I... spoke about you... with my dad. And I made it sound like I was bringing you to show you off as my assistant." Stealing a glance up at Victor, he could see he still had the dobie's attention, pointy ears perked, leaning forward in his chair.

Jake looked away briefly before steeling himself and turned back to face Victor properly.

"But." He said, interrupting whatever it was Victor was about to say as his maw opened.

"I like you, Victor. If I was going to invite you I'd ask you as a person, rather than as my assistant. So...Victor. Would you like to be my plus one to my family's get-together on the weekend after next?" Jake spoke carefully, measuring his words as he said them.

Victor looked shocked at first, turning his brown eyes downwards to gaze at his empty cup.

"Before I answer. Could I ask you something first?" Victor turned his eyes up to look at Jake, who felt a bead of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

"Of course." He said, unaware he was holding his breath.

"Why me? I'm not exactly cut out for such high class society like you are used to." Victor splayed his ears, looking away while looking like a cornered dog.

"Victor." He said and got the doberman's attention once again. "The Silverman family only seem like high class society because that's how the public see them. You know me pretty well by now, I would hope. I was raised as a Silverman. Am I much different than a regular person, outside of work?"

"But you aren't just a regular person! You're a kind, amazing, and interesting guy and I'm just... me. A guy whose only talent is stripping and pushing numbers. I don't have your leadership skills or your ability to garner respect from everyone you interact with. I'm honestly surprised you didn't fire me for working as a stripper in the first place!" Victor almost seemed to panic a bit, clutching his cup with his massive paws and tensing his shoulders.

Victor faltered, shocking Jake with this display of brutal honesty of his opinion about himself.

"Victor..." Jake said softly, reaching out a paw to grasp Victor's paw.

Victor flinched, but didn't meet his eye, instead focusing on the cup.

"Look at me, Victor." Jake said kindly.

Slowly the big doberman turned his brown eyes on him once more.

"Do you really think so little of yourself? Because when I look at you, Victor, I see a man who's kind hearted and strong. And I don't just mean physically. You have a big heart. You care for people, and despite what you say, I can see that you take pride in your work. Both pushing numbers and stripping. I never have to worry about work getting done in time when I have you around. And I saw how happy you seemed while you were up on stage, dancing and teasing. Your coworkers had nothing but praise to give you when I asked them about you." Jake smiled when he saw Victor relaxing the grip on his mug, meeting his eyes properly this time.

Silence fell over their little corner in the busy café, and Jake wasn't concerned with his surroundings at the moment. Right now his focus was on Victor.

Victor gazed back at him for a while, before opening his maw, cleared his throat, and then spoke again.

"If you're certain that you want me there, then..."

"Absolutely. Honestly, I wouldn't mind spending all day with you, if it was up to me." Jake paused. Blushing when he realized just what he said out loud sounded like he was asking him out on a date.

At least it seems to have brought Victor out of his funk, and a big grin was spreading on his muzzle.

"I can't say no to that, then. I'll take you up on both offers."

Jake blinked, then stared up at Victor.

"I'll come as your plus one to your family reunion, and you can have me for the rest of the day." Victor put a paw over Jake's paw, easily dwarfing it with his sheer size.

"I-... I-..." Jake stuttered, caught off guard by this sudden development.

"Hehe, you really are cute when you're shocked." Victor said with a grin.

"S-Shut up Victor. You big idiot." Jake scoffed, pulling his paw free and folded his arms over his chest.

This did not deter Victor from chuckling amusedly.

"I know something that will knock your socks off if I said it to you. But I think I'll wait until we are in a more... private... place, before I say it." Victor wiggled his eyebrows, knowing he'd just hooked Jake's interest.

"So what do you say about getting out of here and we can chat some more." Victor pushed his chair back and stood up, looking down at Jake with an outheld paw.

Jake felt a bit like he just got whiplash from how quickly this conversation flipped around. But he wasn't going to complain about seeing Victor as his usual confident self. Even taking charge a bit, which was a bit unusual for the submissive doberman.

Well... it's not like he was going to pass up on an opportunity to hang out more with Victor!

"Alright, fine. You got me. Let's just put away our trays before we leave. I know Dylan would appreciate that." Jake accepted Victor's paw and used it to get down from the chair he sat in, and together they put the trays away in their designated spot before leaving the café.

"Who is Dylan?" Victor asked as he held the door open for Jake.

"One of the baristas working here today. I'm sure you saw the black cat that looked like a zombie in there." Jake pointed with his thumb behind him as he and Victor set off along a path away from the café and the crowds.

"Ooh, yeah I did. So you come by here regularly enough to know them by first name basis, huh?" Victor said thoughtfully, leading Jake along, apparently with a destination in mind.

"Not really that often. I don't usually have the time to get out here. But one time he made a comment about a franchise shirt I wore some time ago, and then we got to talking a bit about it. I suppose we are... super acquaintances? Or semi-friends. However you want to put it." Jake shrugged.

Only just now did he notice that the sun was beginning to set. It would seem they had been inside the café longer than they realized. There were fewer people around them too, only a few stragglers enjoying a walk in the light of dusk.

Looking around, Jake noticed that the area of the park that Victor had led him to was practically empty, save for a small brick building which turned out to be a restroom, surrounded by a few trees and bushes.

"What's this shocking thing you wanted to tell me anyway?" Jake peered up at Victor, who had his big grin back on his muzzle.

"You really want to know?" Victor asked, flashing his fangs as his grin grew wider.

"Victor, I swear I will spank you unless you tell me." Jake held up an open palm threateningly at the doberman.

To no effect, as the big dog leaned in close, a twinkle in his eyes as he whispered in Jake's ear.

"Well then, you're going to have an easy time spanking me as hard as you want, sir. Because... I'm wearing a jockstrap underneath." Victor winked at him and stood up straight again. Grinning wider than ever at the expression on Jake's face.

Whatever it was Jake had expected him to say... this was not on the list of shocking news he thought he'd hear, at all.

He froze. Eyes drifting from Victor's grin and down his body until he was staring at his short shorts.

Just barely visible at his waistline, Jake could spot the elastic band peeking out from the top of the short shorts.

Now he felt hot again, despite the temperature in the air having dropped by several degrees.

"What do you say we pick up where we left off in your office, mrh? I want to feel your paws on my ass again, but this time my underwear won't get in the way." Victor said in a low rumble, swaying his hips seductively.

"H-Here? Now?" Jake said, a little nervously while looking around.

"Not out here silly. Come over here." Victor reached down, grabbing Jake's paw and dragging him behind the brick-walled restrooms.

He pulled him to a secluded enough spot, hidden from the path behind the building and no prying eyes could see them behind the bushes and trees.

"I don't know, Victor... it's one thing being frisky in my office, but out here..." Jake said doubtfully, throwing a cautious look over his shoulder.

"Aw, please, sir? Just a few quick gropes? Nobody can see us here, promise. And I'll do my best to be quiet." Victor lowered his voice to a needy whine while practically begging him.

Looking back at the doberman, he could see that he had already put his paws against the brick wall of the small building, bracing himself against it while arching his back and sticking his bubble butt out, shaking it in Jake's direction. His tail nub held high, and it was wagging joyfully from side to side, making Victor waggle his hips as a result.

Jake moved without even thinking. His horny brain just threw whatever caution he had left in his body out the window.

His paws were already on Victor's ass before he knew it, running his fingers over the taut fabric of Victor's short shorts.

"The way you put it, it makes me wonder if this isn't the first time you have pulled someone behind this building and fooled around with them. Speaking from experience, are you, Victor?" Jake said teasingly, while moving his body closer to Victor. He felt the big doberman shiver as he wrapped his arms around his tummy and hugged him from behind. All while grinding his hardening bulge against his plump rump.

Victor let out a small whine, pushing his bubble butt back into Jake's grinding.

"S-So what if I have?" Victor said a little nervously, deliberately keeping his eyes facing forward to avoid looking at him.

Jake snaked his hands higher up on Victor's body until he felt his massive pecs under the sleeveless shirt he wore. He was too short to properly loom over the tall doberman, but his presence seemed to push down on the large canine all the same.

He pushed his forehead against the doberman's lower back, standing on tiptoes to be able to reach Victor's mighty chest.

"I was just thinking... how hot it is, imagining you being pushed up against the wall by another man... like the needy pup you are, always desperate for some dick." Jake murmured into Victor's back, while letting his paws travel up and down along Victor's sides until they came to rest on his hips.

Sliding his paw inside Victor's shirt, he ran his fingers through the luxuriously soft, short fur on his sides. Then he went further down with his paws until he felt the fabric of the jockstraps' waistband and the tougher fabric of his shorts.

"But now that I've got you... You are mine. And no other man shall have you unless I say so." Jake growled, bringing his paw to Victor's groin where he would find that the big dobie had already unbuttoned his pants before he put his paws on the wall, and his fingers brushed over the straining fabric of the jockstrap covering his significant bulge.

"Judging by how hard you are, I'm guessing you like the idea of being owned." Jake teased, gently rubbing his paw up and down over the hard bulge, all while keeping up his relentless grinding and dry humping of Victor's big rump.

Victor let out a needy whine. His hips rolled forward into Jake's fondling paw, and pushed backwards against the fox's groin grinding against his ass.

"A-Anything for you, sir. Just as long as you fuck me, please." Victor begged, whining again. His head was hanging forward, ears fanned back, and he was panting heatedly, lost in the moment of teasing and dirty talk.

It took every ounce of Jake's willpower to stop himself from tearing Victor's shorts off and fucking him up against the wall.

But he reminded himself that they were outside, in public. And although nobody could see them where they were. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Subconsciously he chalked the feeling to Martin keeping a watchful eye on him. But that hardly improved the situation.

Fucking in public with his bodyguard watching, while it is a hot scenario, it's probably best avoided... for now.

Besides, there was something else that was starting to bother him.

"Can you hear that?" Jake asked, pulling away from Victor and perking his pointed fox ears.

"Huh?" Victor jerked out of his daze and looked around confused, straining his cropped ears.

"Is that... rain?" Jake looked over his shoulder, and indeed, could hear the smattering of raindrops on the roof above them and on the leaves on the trees and bushes behind them.

Victor let out another whine, one of disappointment and longing.

"Awh, poor puppy." Jake chuckled, turning his attention back to the big doberman who still stood braced up against the wall, and was looking back at him over his shoulder with a forlorn look on his face.

"Sorry, Victor. I don't think I'm quite ready to fuck so openly in public... yet." Jake put a paw on Victor's ass and gave it a firm grope.

"It's okay, Jake. I apologize if I was a little forward, pulling you back here. It just seemed like something you would appreciate." Victor sighed in resignation, reaching down to pull his fly back up.

"Wait!" Jake said abruptly, stopping the doberman in his tracks.

"You still haven't shown me your jockstrap. Just a quick peek couldn't hurt." Jake ran his fingers across the elastic band just visible at the edge of the dobie's shorts.

"Gladly, sir." Victor growled playfully and put his thumbs at the hem of his shorts and pulled them down.

And there it was.

The best sight in the entire universe.

Victor's bubble butt.

Soft brown fur covering the majority of that plump ass, with the ebony fur around the edges, and those enormous globes were perfectly framed by the white straps of Victor's jockstrap. With the elastic band going just beneath his tail nub.

"Fuck." Jake said under his breath. He definitely needs to have Victor show off his ass more without the underwear. He'd almost forgotten just how fucking amazing it looks from the few times he's seen it this close.

So big, so round, so soft, yet also firm...

Wait, when did he put his paws on Victor's ass?

He had been so focused on that plump bubble butt that his mind never registered the fact that he'd reached out and placed both of his paws on top of it.

What he was aware of was just how incredibly soft the short fur on Victor's ass was. And it was so big...

And looking between those huge round cheeks he could see-...

"Arf, uh, sir." Victor said with great difficulty. His voice, shaky with need, was just audible over the sound of the rain increasing second by second.

"Hm?" Jake responded, finding it damn near impossible to tear his eyes off Victor's bubble butt.

"Maybe we should wrap it up after all, uh, it's raining really hard." Victor said this, but made no effort to pull away from Jake's groping paws.

Jake, drawing a huge sigh of disappointment, relinquished his grasp of the doberman's round butt and stepped back. Watching sadly as Victor pulled his shorts back up.

Together they turned to watch the rain coming down harder and harder, until it was absolutely pouring down.

Jake was grateful that they had a roof over their head, but it did little to save them from the splashes of the raindrops hitting the ground.

"Damn, it's really coming down." Victor said, holding his paw out from under the roof and got his paw completely wet in the few seconds he had it in the waterfall of rain pouring from the roof above.

"Shocking news, weather forecasts were wrong once again." Jake said sarcastically and stuck his paw in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Fake news." Victor said wisely, sighing as he wiped his wet paw on his shirt. "And I took the bus to get here. I'll be drenched before I can even reach the bus station."

Jake fiddled with his phone, on the verge of asking Martin to come and pick them up so they could avoid getting too wet.

But something held him back. He didn't want his time with Victor to be cut short.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he glanced up at Victor, who was idly watching the rain.

"You know... I have my car parked not too far from here. If we make a run for it we might only get half soaked." Jake steeled himself when Victor turned his face to look down at him, blinking a little surprised.

"Yeah? That'd be cool, I'd really appreciate that Jake. But I don't know if I'd want to get your car wet..."

"Meh, it's going to get wet anyway when I get in it. A little extra wet dog smell won't ruin it." Turning back to face the curtain of rain in front of them, Jake did a few quick stretches.

"You-... You're serious?" Victor said nervously, looking between the short fox and the rain thundering down.

"Do you want to stay here until it stops raining? From the looks of it, it doesn't seem to want to stop anytime soon." Jake jumped on the spot, making sure he was loose and limber for the upcoming sprint.

"When you put it that way..." Victor scratched the back of his head, sighing in defeat.

"Great! Try not to fall behind." Jake whipped his long fluffy tail to the side and smacked Victor at the back of his thighs, making the big canine jolt in surprise.

With a laugh, Jake darted out from the roof and rushed through the bushes and trees until he came out on the path once again.

Looking over his shoulder he saw Victor pushing past a branch as he came out behind him.

As he set out in a sprint in the direction of his car, he was getting more and more soaked by the second from the pouring rain.

For some reason it made him want to laugh. He turned his face upwards, squinting up at the dark rain clouds.

Here he was, running through the park to avoid getting wet, and already he was soaked to the skin, and the same was happening to Victor.

All because he wanted to spend some more time with Victor, he made the big dog follow him into the rain.

At one point he almost tripped on a pebble, and that's what really made him lose it.

Laughing uncontrollably, he stopped running and spun around on the spot with his arms held out, still facing the sky as he spun around and around.

"Jake! Are you okay?" Victor asked loudly in the rain, panting a little as he came to a halt beside him. His fur coat was shiny when it was wet, and his sleeveless shirt clung tightly to his fit body and showed off every curvature of his muscles.

"Victor!" Jake said loudly and gleefully, almost shouting to be heard over the rain, smiling broadly up at the doberman.

"I'm so sorry about this!" Still laughing, he reached out and grabbed Victor's paw. "C'mon, it's not much further." He began pulling the big dog behind him, walking off in a brisk pace towards his car.

"What are you sorry about?" Victor asked, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face as he watched the fox pull him along.

"For thinking this was a good idea!" Jake spun around and grabbed Victor's other paw, holding both of them and began walking backwards just so he could look up at the big doberman.

"It's okay, Jake. I'm still having fun!" Victor poked his tongue out at him, grinning widely too.

Neither of them said anything, but unanimously the two of them slowed down until they came to a complete stop.

Standing in the parking lot they just arrived at, in the rain, wet clothes sticking to wet fur. Raindrops falling like a shower, shrouding them from the rest of the world.

The short, white furred fox, looking up at the big, tall doberman.

Slowly they got closer to the other, with Victor bending down slightly and Jake stretching upwards, rising up on his tiptoes.

There, standing in the falling rain, their lips met.

Jake felt the delicate warmth of Victor's lips on his, despite the cold rainwater running down their faces.

Their fingers intertwined, holding each other close as they kissed like they've never kissed before.

After what felt like several minutes, or a quick few heartbeats, they each pulled back from the kiss.

Jake released one of Victor's paws, and brought his freed paw up to his face so he could stroke his cheek while smiling fondly at him.

Those lovely brown eyes gazed back at him, filling him with warmth and increasing his heartbeat by the second.

"That was... that was..." Jake said, stumbling over his words.

"Perfect." Victor said, bringing his paw up and put his index finger and his thumb under Jake's chin and tilted it upwards.

He brought his head in close again and bumped his nose against Jake's before pulling back again, smiling warmly at him.

Weak in the knees, Jake simply nodded to Victor's reply.

Glancing around quickly, he finally realized that they'd been standing in the parking lot, right next to his car, all along.

"Come on, let's get out of this rain." Jake pulled Victor over to his car, fumbling for a second with the car keys to get it unlocked.

Once it was unlocked, he and Victor quickly got inside. With Victor having to push his seat back as far back as it could get to make room for his legs.

"Well." Said Jake, chuckling a little as he brushed the wet fur on his head backwards. "We made it, but with how wet we are we might as well have just walked home instead, heh."

"S-Sorry about getting your car wet like this." Victor said through shattering teeth, hugging his arms around his body to bring up his body heat.

"It's fine, Victor. A little water won't ruin it, and even if it did, it's just a car, it can be fixed. But you, on the other hand, need to get dry before you catch a cold." Jake put the key in the ignition and got the car started.

"I w-would appreciate that." Victor agreed, doing what he could to dry himself off without getting more water in the car.

"I could take you home so you can change clothes, or... I could take you to my place, you know. You can use my washing machine and dryer for your clothes. And I... have a bathtub you can use to get warm." Jake said, half-smiling at Victor as he messed around with the AC to get warm air blowing.

"R-Really?" Victor asked, looking surprised at the suggestion. "I suppose... I did say you could have me for the rest of the day." He grinned cheekily, reaching over to pat Jake atop the head.

"R-Right then, homeward we go." Jake's face flushed red, and suddenly he didn't feel so cold anymore.

He couldn't believe that he invited Victor over to his place, and believed it even less that Victor accepted the invitation.

Feeling both incredibly lucky and anxious about his decision to bring the doberman home, he quickly pulled out of the parking lot and sped his way home.

Somehow it felt faster getting home than it did getting to the park.

Perhaps because it was now late in the evening and the rain kept the streets clear.

Both of them kept silent during the drive. Jake was too focused on his driving, keeping the wet roads in mind. And Victor kept rubbing his paws in front of the AC blasting hot air in his direction.

"Alright, we are here. Just a short dash to the door and we're safe." Jake broke the silence as he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"You live here??" Victor gawped at the apartment complex in front of him.

"Yup, and unless you plan on sleeping in my car you get to see the inside too. Come on." Bracing himself a final time, he opened his car door and got out into the pouring rain once again.

Victor hurried to follow after him as he dashed in under the glass roof above the entrance. Semi-safe from the rain, Jake hurried in unlocking the front door and let himself and Victor inside the lobby.

Safe at last, but still soaked to the skin and dripping water all over the lobby floor. Shuddering slightly, Jake led them over to the elevator.

"L-Let me guess." Victor said with a clatter of his teeth and a chuckle. "Top floor?"

"Obviously not. We're taking the elevator straight to hell, duh. I heard guys like us have a pre-booked place there." Jake snickered, and Victor laughed at his comment as the elevator door opened.

A short elevator ride later and Jake was soon fumbling with cold, stiff fingers trying to unlock his door.

"Here we go... There!" He said triumphantly, pulling his door open. "Welcome to my home, for better or for worse, this is where I live. Please come inside."

Victor hesitated on the threshold, giving Jake one look of uncertainty.

Jake simply nodded and jerked his head towards his open door, urging him to step inside.

Reluctantly, Victor stepped inside.

He remained quiet as he looked around the apartment, shuddering slightly at the crisp air inside.

"Let's crank the heat up. It's been really hot lately so I've been keeping it cool inside. I wasn't expecting the sudden rainstorm." Jake muttered as he stepped up to a panel on the wall and pushed a few buttons to get the warmth going.

"T-This place is amazing... You could f-fit my entire a-apartment in your l-living room." Victor said, eyes wandering around the apartment.

"Oh, it's alright, I guess. I've lived here for a few years now but I still haven't done much with the place. And sometimes I feel like it's too big for a single person." Jake said while throwing a glance around the place. There really wasn't much to say about the decorations, except for one or two plants here and there.

"But nevermind about that, come. Let's get out of these wet clothes..." Jake led them down the corridor and into a smaller room next to the bathroom. A neat little laundry room with all the machines a person could need to do their own laundry in the comfort of their own apartment.

The first thing Jake did was to pull out the business card he'd gotten earlier and put it atop the laundry machine. It was completely drenched but still somewhat readable, luckily.

Then he pulled off his shirt. Or tried to at least. It clung to his body with how wet it was, and he struggled to get it over his head.

"Here." Said Victor's voice from... somewhere. Suddenly he felt a pull on the shirt as it was tugged over his head and he could finally see again. And what he saw was a shirtless Victor standing in front of him.

"Thanks." Jake mumbled, a little embarrassed.

Victor only grinned down at him before turning his attention to his shorts.

Swishing his tail uncontrollably, Jake turned his eyes away from Victor unzipping his shorts and instead focused on removing his own pants. It was a bit of a struggle, the water seemed to have made his shorts shrink and cling to his fur as he peeled them off his legs. He didn't even notice that he'd pulled his underwear down along with his pants until he'd already stepped out of the leg holes.

Snorting, he bent down to pick up the wet clothes off the floor and threw them in the washing machine. Then he turned around and saw Victor still struggling with his short shorts. They too seemed to have shrunk a couple of sizes from the cold water, and with how thick his thighs were it was no easy task to get those shorts off.

"Here." Jake said, trying not to giggle at the big dobie struggling with his pants, and stepped up to Victor and grabbed hold of the hem of his pants. "You push, I pull."

Victor grunted, hooking his thumbs inside his shorts and applied a significant amount of force. With their powers combined, they made steady work of Victor's shorts until at long last they managed to get them past his knees and could easily get them fully down.

"We got there, in the end." Jake said triumphantly, standing back up again and holding Victor's shorts in both paws.

"Who knew booty shorts could be such a hazard when wet." Victor snickered and grinned, now almost fully nude. The only piece of clothing left was his jockstrap. The cloth, which at one point had surely been a white colour, was just as soaking wet as the rest of Victor's clothes, and Jake could easily see the brown fur on the doberman's sheath beneath it.

"Want to touch it?" Victor asked teasingly, rolling his hips to shake his package around, making it dance in Jake's eyes.

Jake tore his eyes off the tempting sight, and threw Victor's shorts into the washing machine to join the small pile inside it.

Suddenly he felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around his chest, with some very flexible fingers traveling through his wet fur.

"Victor..." Jake said, face feeling hot and his sheath stirring. The hint of a pink pointed tip poking free.

"Yes sir?" Victor asked in his deep rumbling voice that sent vibrations through his entire body.

"Lose the jockstrap. You can feel me up in the shower while we wait for the bathtub to fill." Managing to shake Victor's paws off him, he spun around and was met with Victor's rock solid six pack just under his nose.

"Yes sir." Victor said again and hooked his thumbs on the strap hugging around his waist and pulled his jockstrap down with a lot more ease, compared to how hard it was to take off his shorts anyway. Stepping out of his very skimpy underwear, he handed them over to Jake.

It felt unreal to Jake, holding Victor's balled up underwear in his paw like this...

Before he could lose himself in the moment, he tossed the jockstrap in with the rest of the laundry and slammed the machine shut.

Hyper aware that he had a naked Victor behind him, Jake quickly pushed in the settings for the washing machine to get it up and running.

"Alright, the washing machine is set. Let's hurry to the shower because I have just about had it with being wet and cold." Jake tried his hardest to not let the naked doberman distract him as he walked past him out into the corridor and into the door right next to the laundry room.

"Oh wow." Victor said after he followed Jake into the bathroom while taking a good look around. "You can't even hear the w-washing machine in here..."

While Victor did have a point that it was indeed very quiet inside the bathroom, that silence was very short lived as Jake turned on the faucet for the giant bathtub.

"Hot damn!" Victor barked suddenly, making Jake whip around in alarm.

Victor had entered the shower and was standing under the cascading waters, muzzle pointed up and he was biting at the water while laughing. "Do you always take such scalding showers?" He asked over the sound of running water from both the bath and the shower.

"Scalding? I'll have you know I take perfectly normal showers thank you very much. You must have twiddled with the settings when you turned it on." Jake scoffed and went to join him, opening the glass door and closing it behind him as he stepped into the spacious shower.

"Or maybe you are just weak." He added as he stepped in under the running water and let out a huge sigh of relief escape him as the warm water washed over him.

"Did you seriously just call me weak?" Victor said with a playful growl, wrapping his arms around Jake and snatching him up into the air while hugging him close to his body.

"H-Hey!" Jake shouted as he was pulled off his feet.

"Sorry, but I've been keeping my paws off you for long enough. I needed to feel you against me again..." Victor's chest rumbled as he growled again, burying his snout in the crook of Jake's neck.

"Put me down you big dumb dog!" Jake struggled, to no avail, against Victor's immense strength.

"No!" Victor said stubbornly, burying his face into the wet fur of Jake's neck.

"Canines..." Jake sighed. "At least hold me closer to the soap. I'd like to rinse before getting in the bath."

Victor obeyed, moving closer under the water to where Jake kept all his soaps.

With some difficulties, Jake somehow managed to get a dollop of shampoo in his paw. Lathering those areas of his body he could reach, he did the best he could with Victor keeping him tightly hugged against his body, swinging him gently from side to side. His legs dangling in the air helplessly.

"Alright, now get me back in the water so I can wash this off." Jake tapped Victor's forearm, directing the big dobie to put him under the rushing water again to wash off the soap.

After getting somewhat clean from the quick rinse, Jake gave Victor's forearm another tap.

"If you are not going to put me down, then you might as well carry me over to the bath. It should be ready now." Jake used his free paw to turn off the shower, and shortly after he was carried off by Victor, who still refused to put him down.

"You call this a bathtub?? It's almost the size of a jacuzzi!" Victor exclaimed, utterly shocked at the sight of the big fancy bathtub.

"Ppft, no it isn't." Jake rolled his eyes. "Now put me down for real."

Victor let out a whine, but obeyed nonetheless, and put Jake back down on his feet.

First thing he did once he felt the tiled floor under his footpaws again, was to turn off the faucet for the bathtub.

Eyeing Victor at the corner of his eye, it only just now occurred to him that he never really asked if Victor wanted to bathe together or not. But knowing Victor... he could probably guess the answer.

"Guests go first." Jake said graciously, stepping back from the tub and gesturing towards it.

Victor, big, tall, muscular and very naked, sheath on full display, did as instructed and got in the bathtub, sinking down in the hot water with an audible groan of pleasure.

"Ooohh fuuuck me that's good." Victor sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back.

The tub was just the right size for a guy of Victor's build, much to the doberman's apparent delight, as he could stretch out his legs without having to bend his knees and still sink down until his shoulders were under the water.

The view of Victor's head bobbing in the water, pointy ears splayed on his head comfortably, was very amusing to Jake. He'd love to take a picture of it.

But right now, he simply had to join him.

Climbing into the bath, he too let out a groan of delight as he sunk his body down into the hot bath water. He let his body fall back until he could feel Victor's mighty chest against his back, practically sitting in his lap.

Victor let out a low content growl, and wrapped his arms around Jake's waist and pulled him against his body. Resting his chin gently on top of Jake's head.

For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. It was deadly quiet in the bathroom, barely a sound to be heard aside from their combined slow breathing.

Slowly, Victor let his paw travel up and down Jake's tummy, running his fingers through his wet yet soft fur.

"Thank you for inviting me over, Jake. I had a very good time today." Victor hugged Jake closer to his body, clearly enjoying the feeling of the fox's fur even when it was wet.

Jake shifted a bit in Victor's lap, stirring the water. He moved his arms around so he could brush his paw over Victor's forearm. Just like how he had always expected it to be, the doberman's short fur felt amazing even in the water.

"Victor." He said, turning his head slightly so he could see the doberman tilt his head sideways in the corner of his eye.

"Yeah?" Victor's intensely brown eyes looked back at him, still idly stroking his paw up and down Jake's stomach.

"What are we?" Jake asked, wrapping his fingers around Victor's wrist, following along with the movement of his paws on his tummy.

"What do you mean?" Victor returned the question, tilting his head the other way and making Jake turn his head to keep him in his vision.

"Well... What we have... as far as a relationship goes. This is more than I could have imagined when I hired you. Are we still just... employer and employee? Are we friends or... or something more?" Jake felt like he was unable to keep up the eye contact with Victor any longer, and turned his face to look ahead of him instead.

"Hrm." Victor's deep hum reverberated against the bathroom walls. He wrapped his arms tighter around Jake and pulled him even closer, so that he could put his muzzle next to Jake's and nuzzle against him.

"What are you hoping my answer would be?" Victor asked, bumping his wet nose against Jake's cheek. "Because it sounds to me like you want me to give a certain answer to that question."

Victor brought his pointed muzzle up so he could whisper in Jake's ear.

"Why don't you ask me what you really want?"

Silence fell over them once again, but this time there was a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Jake tightened his grip on Victor's wrist, painfully aware of his heartbeat and how hard his heart was thumping against his chest.

Up until this point he'd been feeling lost and confused whenever his relationship with Victor crossed his mind. Were they friends? Coworkers? Lovers? Friends with benefits?

He'd never really stopped to think about what he wanted it to be. He had been too concerned with the whole picture rather than asking himself what he wanted.

What Victor made him feel... It was all very new to him. He'd never had a proper boyfriend before, at most maybe a crush on a classmate in high school ages ago..

But... thinking about it. With how much and how often he finds himself thinking about the doberman, it could very well be... love.

"Do you want to go on a date with me, Victor?" Jake asked after a few minutes of silence.

He could see Victor's teeth when a big smile spread on his muzzle.

"A date huh? That sounds like a lovely idea." Victor said happily, hugging Jake tighter. "Yes Jake, I'd love to go on a date with you."

A warmth spread across his body, something much different than the hot water he was currently submerged in. He pushed himself back into Victor and brought a paw up to stroke him on the cheek affectionately.

"I low-key expected a whole hearted confession from you. But a date is as good a place to start as any." Victor said, leaning into Jake's paw stroking his cheek.

"Sorry if I don't live up to your expectations of me... I'm rather... new... to these kinds of feelings. And I don't want to mess things up, mistaking what could very well be lust, for something else. I really like you a lot, Victor. But is it love I feel or am I just incurable horny?" Jake continued to pet the doberman as he spoke. "I don't want to rush into this and ruin it."

"Sort of just testing the waters with a date then, yeah? I can get behind that idea." Victor nodded. "As for myself... I have been waiting for you to ask me out ever since I first saw you in your office. I never dared to ask for more after you hired me, with the benefit of being allowed to fool around with you. Because I thought that you were out of my league, someone I could never reach." Victor confessed, raising a paw of his own to grab Jake's paw that was stroking his cheek, so that he could give it a light kiss.

"Me? Out of -your- league?" Jake said, completely baffled. He turned around in Victor's lap so that they would be face-to-face, then he reached out and grabbed hold of Victor's face with both paws.

"You are the most attractive guy I have ever met, Victor. And I have met a lot of people. Not one of them can measure up to just how fucking sexy you are. And even fewer of them have the attractive personality to match their appearance like you do." He kept Victor's head steady as he spoke, looking him directly in the eye as he did so.

Victor's lovely earthy brown eyes gazed back at him, drinking in his words and looking back at him with a sort of insatiable hunger.

"I doubt that your attraction towards me is stronger than the one I have towards you." Victor said a moment after Jake finished talking. He brought his paws to rest on the smaller fox's waist, but never once did he stop looking directly into Jake's intensely blue eyes.

"But that's not exactly what I meant by out of my league." Victor said after a moment. His eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact with him.

"What do you mean, then?" Jake asked, moving his paws to grip Victor's shoulders, allowing him to hold himself steady in the water while watching the doberman.

"You're a Silverman, Jake. One of the richest and among the most powerful families in Crestworth. What hope did I ever have of ever getting close to you, other than being your lap dog." Victor looked back up at Jake, his cropped ear drooping slightly.

Jake sighed.

"Victor..." He squeezed the dobie's face a little firmer. "You're going on a date with me, not my family." Pulling Victor's face closer to his, they nearly touch noses as his blue eyes pierces the doberman's brown eyes. "And before you ask me; why you? Because you're a nobody?"

He fell silent, his eyes daring the doberman to admit it.

"Well, you are not nobody Victor. You are somebody to me. And that is all that matters." He bumped his nose against Victor's, feeling the wet nose wiggle against his.

Silence followed, almost eerily quiet.

"Hm?" Jake pulled back from Victor and looked down between his legs.

"Eheh... sorry." Victor chuckled as the both of them saw his dark red erection poking out of his sheath, and brushed against the fur between Jake's thighs as it kept growing.

"I tried holding it in ever since we got in the bath... you've been teasing my sheath all this time and now you're hitting me with that confident attitude..." Victor tried to cover himself under the water, but Jake got to it first.

The doberman inhaled sharply as the fox's small hand wrapped around his growing length, and felt those flexible but strong fingers squeeze down around the top half of his shaft.

"I was wondering what took you so long... You know, I still owe you for taking care of me the other day. And no, fucking your pecs doesn't cut it. Let's both get something out of this..." As he spoke, his own member was rapidly shooting out of his own sheath.

With how they were positioned in the large bathtub, there was no issue to squeeze his pink vulpine dick up against Victor's dark red canine prick. The moment their cocks touched both of them let out a small pleasurable groan. It didn't take much more before both of them were fully rock hard, and Jake found it impossible to keep both cocks squeezed together using only one paw.

"Damn..." Victor said, steadying his grip on Jake's waist to keep him still on his lap while the fox continued to pump both their lengths using both of his paws.

Squeezing their cocks together, it was easy to gauge the difference in size between Jake and Victor.

The doberman, while having a respectable length of about 14 inches or so, and had an incredible girth to his shaft, not to mention the fat knot which was gaining in size at the base, almost fell short to the arctic fox's own pride and joy.

Jake's cock was an inch or two shy to match Victor's length, but it made it up by having extra girth to his pink vulpine shaft, as well as a knot that matched the doberman's knot, although that was hard to judge seeing as both their knots was only half formed at this point.

"Fuck..." Victor said under his breath, while watching Jake squeeze their dicks together and move his paws up and down along both their shafts, from the base of their fat knots bumping together, all the way up to the tapered cocktips.

It was an incredible feeling, feeling your cock squeezed up against another's, Jake thought.

He moved both paws up and down slowly and steadily, squeezing down every so often to elicit a pleasurable out of both of them.

The water around them sloshed as he began moving his arms a little faster, and Victor sent waves going as he bucked his hips upwards, his desire mounting with each pump of the fox's flexible fingers.

"Does that feel good, my big puppy?" Jake teased, looking up into Victor's face and saw his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hanging open with his tongue lolling out of his maw.

"Mrrffh..." Victor barked, nodding quickly and bucking his hips upwards again.

Luckily Victor was still keeping a firm grip around Jake's waist, else he would've toppled backwards with the doberman thrusting upwards into his hands, and subsequently grinding his dick against his.

"Pent up, are we?" Jake asked when he felt Victor's dick throb against his, and he could see a strand of pre-cum erupt from the big canine dick, and quickly dissolve in the hot water.

Victor let out a pitiful whine, opening his eyes and leaning in to whisper in Jake's ear.

"Talk like you own me, sir. I'm so close already..." Victor mumbled in a deep whisper and then buried his wet nose in the crook of Jake's neck. Like he was trying to rub Jake's scent, no matter how faint, into his sensitive nose, and keep it there.

"I always knew that you were nothing but a stray pup when I first saw you." Jake said with a growl and a grin on his face. He increased the pace behind his pumping paws, and squeezed down firmer around their dicks to really run them together.

"A big lost puppy in need of a master to collar and leash him. A master to claim him." Jake curled his lips up to expose his fangs, bringing them close to Victor's neck.

"Now you are mine, both your body and your mind. I claim ownership of both. I'll thread a collar around this pretty neck, and put you on a leash to stop you from running away." Jake brushed his fangs against Victor's neck, and he could practically feel the shiver of excitement run down Victor's spine.

"You would like that, wouldn't you? Being collared and leashed like the puppy you are. Wouldn't you?" He repeated the last two words a little louder and gave a strong squeeze around the base of their dicks.

"Arfff yesss, master, please! I want to be your pup! I want you to claim me and make me your bitch, please!" Victor almost howled, pleading with Jake as he bucked his hips faster and with more desperation.

Jake could tell he was needy because of all the bath water that was splashing out of the tub from his frantic thrusting.

To be honest he was quite close himself, he hadn't realized how much he'd enjoy talking like he owned the doberman until he did.

"Rrrfh, don't you worry, my big puppy. Master will get you the best collar to show the world that you belong to me, and only me." Jake brought his half-parted maw up to Victor's cropped ear and growled in his ear.

"You are mine." Then he bit down on Victor's ear, keeping that pointed, cropped doberman ear between his teeth.

This was the last push Victor needed to be brought over the edge. He froze up when Jake bit his ear, as it sent an ecstatic rush throughout his entire body and culminated in his dick throbbing violently as his orgasm erupted.

Jake wasn't far behind as the feeling of absolute control over the doberman sent a whole different rush of excitement throughout his body, and then feeling Victor's cock throbbing against his, it set off his own orgasm.

Both of them rolled their hips, grinding their dicks together as they rode out their orgasms together.

Neither seemed to care that their loads mixed with the bath water, as both males seemed to have a significant amount of spunk that needed to be released.

Slowly they came down from their rapturous experience. With Jake finally releasing Victor's ear from between his teeth.

He fell forward to bury his face in Victor's neck and so he could feel the doberman's heaving chest and smooth fur against him.

Neither of them spoke for a while. Simply enjoying the afterglow together in the warm water.

"Mh." Jake was the first to move, pulling himself back enough so that he could look Victor in the eyes.

"You know..." He said, trailing a finger lightly around Victor's neck, only stopping to scratch him under the chin. "I always wanted to see you in a collar. But I was never sure if you preferred to... play loose. If that makes sense."

Victor grinned, murring contently at the chin scratching.

"Just because I do play loosely, doesn't mean that I prefer it." Victor said, meeting Jake's eyes.

"If you don't mind me asking... just to make sure we are on the same page... would you prefer an open relationship or a closed one? And while I'm on that subject, are you seeing someone right now?" Jake asked, staring intently at Victor.

"Hrm." Victor said thoughtfully. "I'm... not fully sure which one I prefer. I've been in an open relationship before, and some have worked out perfectly fine, others... not so much. I guess it depends on the person I'm with. I can be a bit of a jealous dog sometimes, in case you haven't noticed. Especially when it comes to other people messing with the person I'm with. You, for example. Something makes me want to keep you all to myself, or rather, make sure nobody else takes you away." Victor's eyes roamed all over Jake's face before once more focusing on looking him in the eye.

"And no, I'm not currently seeing anyone, although..." Victor paused. Licking his lips a little nervously, he opened his mouth to speak again. "I have hooked up a few times since I started working for you, besides Hector... does that bother you?"

Jake thought about it. Imagined Victor fucking or getting fucked by strangers.

One part of him felt a bit jealous about it, that he couldn't deny, but another part of him considered it incredibly hot to imagine Victor fucking or being fucked by a stranger, only to then come crawling back to him like a needy pup who wanted his master.

"Would you believe me if I said that it doesn't bother me? If you would belong to me, I think I'd rather enjoy hearing about you getting laid as long as those people knew that you were mine." Jake trailed his finger along Victor's neck again, making the big doberman shiver.

"You're a sexy guy Victor. If I would be so lucky as to own you, I believe I could give you some playing room, if only to show you off as mine." He leaned in and gave Victor's nose a kiss.

"Oh, man. You're going to make me hard again." Victor let out a short chuckle, turning his face away, apparently blushing.

"I guess we'll have time to explore our relationship further once we have that date, don't you think? Which reminds me, that we need to decide on a day we can have it." Jake gave Victor's shoulder a last rub before pushing himself away.

Finally he seems to notice the less-than-clean water they'd been sitting in and let out a laugh.

"We're going to need another shower after our bath it seems."

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Together they finished cleaning up, with Jake draining the bath water and giving the tub a quick rinse.

Afterwards he gave Victor one of the spare towels he kept for visitors that kept Victor's size in mind, and told him to meet him in the living room. After which he would go into the laundry room and move their clothes from the washer to the dryer.

After a quick detour to his bedroom to pull on a pair of black briefs he went to join Victor in the living room. Only to find the big doberman standing by the window, towel wrapped around his waist, and staring out into what was evidently a rainstorm that had picked up while they were in the bath.

"It'll be about half an hour more before your clothes are dry. I'd offer you some of my underwear to cover up but... yeah." Jake chuckled when he saw Victor turning around to face him.

Victor's eyes immediately fell on the package in his briefs and also let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah I don't think any clothes you own would fit me. But hey, if you don't mind a naked doberman in your apartment, then neither do I." Victor pulled teasingly at the towel he wore, while wiggling his hips.

"Mind it? Hell, I'd love it!" Jake plopped down on the couch and watched Victor remove the towel without hesitation.

It was hard to believe that what he was seeing was real.

But it was undeniably Victor standing in front of him, completely nude once again and showing off his sexy body.

That black and brown fur pattern, those muscles, his pillowy pecs, rock hard abs, thick thighs, broad shoulders, that fuzzy sheath and those huge balls...

Jake was almost salivating at the sight.

"A bit different than seeing it in the club, ey?" Victor said teasingly, turning around and flexing his arms to show off his impressive back muscles and that huge bubble butt of his. As well as his mesmerizing tail nub.

"You must make a killing at the strip club, with a body like yours." Jake whistled in admiration. "How come you need a second job?" He pulled his tail into his lap as Victor turned back around and frowned slightly, like he was thinking about something unpleasant.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Jake patted the seat next to his, urging the doberman to sit down.

"I don't mind telling you, it's just a bit of unfortunate circumstances... Basically, the money I earn at Beast Haven is plenty good for me to live comfortably enough, but being the kind of work that it is, it can be something of an unpredictable income. And, well... My dad broke his leg a while back. We've never really been financially secure, so to say, and recently he's been struggling to pay the bills since he can't go back to work just yet, so I've been pitching in and helping take care of him. Despite his protests. " Victor took the seat next to Jake, and as if by pure instinct, he reached out and put his sizable paw atop Jake's head and petted him.

Jake didn't mind, he liked being petted, especially by Victor. His paws were so big and strong, and his fingers always seemed to know just where to scratch.

"I'm sorry to hear that Victor. How long has it been since it happened?" Jake leaned into Victor's side, cuddling up against him. He put a paw on Victor's stomach and gently rubbed his tummy while looking up at the big dobie.

"About two months now. He's doing much better now, but still a while away from being completely healed. It doesn't help that he's stubborn as can be and always refuses my help unless I force it upon him." Victor sighed, looking down at Jake, and only now seemed to realize where his paw was.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a habit of giving my dad headpats like this. All this talk about him... I didn't even think when I sat down next to you. You're so similar to him, my paw just moved by itself." He was about to pull away when Jake stopped him.

"You ought to know by now, that I very much enjoy your headpats. The fact that I'm similar to your dad seems to work in my favor if it means more headpats from you." Jake held Victor's paw on top of his head, refusing to let go until he felt the big dobie scratch behind his ear again.

"Do you want me to call you daddy too, then? Because I can if you want." Victor growled playfully.

Jake didn't know if he should be aroused or amused, so he compromised by laughing while, carefully, wrapping his fingers around one of Victor's balls. He just barely managed it with how big those plump dobie orbs were.

"Master? Daddy? How come a smoking hot submissive pup like you hasn't been claimed by anyone yet?" Jake asked, while gently rolling one of those huge dobie orbs in one paw, and then moving his paw to fondle the next. All while Victor whined and panted from the stimulation.

"J-Just haven't found the right guy yet... you'd be surprised how a lot of people lose interest in me once they find out I'm a bottom." Victor said with a contained gasp, still brushing his fingers through the fox's fur while Jake kept fondling his balls.

"Now that is sad. But I suppose I should count myself lucky, since you haven't found a master yet, it allowed me to snatch you up before anyone else realized just how amazingly perfect you are." Jake stopped his fondling of Victor's smooth, fuzzy orbs once he saw the dark red tip of the doberman's cock poked free from his sheath again.

"Let's go see if your clothes are dry yet." Jake gave a squeeze to Victor's thick thigh, sighing a bit in longing as he felt the muscles underneath the velvety soft fur.

Obedient as always, Victor rose from the couch and followed Jake back to the laundry room. Where indeed the dryer had finished its task and Victor could retrieve his vanilla scented clothes, still cozily warm from the dryer.

"However." Jake said, holding the bundle of clothes away from the doberman.

"You'll be sleeping here tonight. It's late and it's still raining." Jake stated. It wasn't a question. And Victor didn't object at all, rather, he acted like he'd been expecting it by smiling broadly.

"Of course. I'm glad you didn't throw your pup back out in the rain to ruin all your hard work."

"Still. Put this on. I love how good your ass looks in this." Jake held out the jockstrap, and Victor grabbed it instantly and pulled it on. Snapping the waistband back into place.

Jake stared unashamed. It was amazing how wearing only a jockstrap made Victor sexy in a whole different way. He was always undeniably hot no matter what clothes he wore, and he was sexy as holy fuck when he was naked. But whenever Jake saw him in his underwear, it was just something a little bit different. Something different that just hit the right way.

"Do you want to fuck me in my jockstrap?" Victor asked bluntly, but with a cheeky grin on his muzzle.

"..." Jake reached out a paw to cup the dobie's pouch, feeling his sheath and his balls tight inside the jockstrap.

"Yes. But not tonight." Jake pulled his paw away from Victor, and watched the disappointment wash over the doberman's face.

"I do want to cuddle some more. So come along, you're sleeping in my bed tonight." Walking up beside Victor, he'd put his paw on his lower back, which allowed him to brush his fingers over the doberman's tail nub as he led him towards his bedroom.

It was a bit of a squeeze, with how large Victor was, and Jake's bed being just barely enough for him to fit in while curled up against Jake.

Jake had his face buried in Victor's chest, their groins rubbed together, and his paws stroking and petting every inch of the doberman that he could reach.

Victor did the same, and particularly his paws would find their ways to Jake's soft ears and scratch and play with them.

Neither felt very tired, but still, a few minutes later of cuddling and petting, while listening to the rain smatter against the bedroom window, the doberman dozed off and the white furred fox followed shortly after.

A soft smile on his muzzle.