Another day another dime
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_ Another day, another dollar... How does that get people up in the morning?_ Vance sighed to himself as he rode the train on to work. As he had thought to himself, that had been his motto and motivation for the last five years, yet the twenty six year old German Sheppard was getting tired of this motto that had gotten him nowhere. Yet as he had for six years, once again he rode the train to the same computer job to the same cubicle he had had for the last three years. At least I get paid decently, and still have a job now 'a days.
The train ride was short, and his tight shirt was pushed close to his body as he tried to force his way past the busy crowd of workers going to and fro. Yet the wave of furred arms and paws pushed him away from his desired exit and shoved him around as if the larger canine was nothing more than a rag doll. Yet as soon as he got off the train, a thunderous roar rang from the sky; rain began to pour down on the world below. Vance growled out a range of colorful words, ones that would make any nun faint if they heard the canine. He stormed through the rain, his clothes getting wet and sticking to his body as if a second skin. His pelt wet down, and his expression melted to a scowl.
After five blocks, the canine was soaked so thoroughly that his 'boys' were dripping inside his pants. The canine growled as he entered the office building, casting death glares at anyone who came near him. This glare died short as a large bear came up to him, the grizzly bear one of those, 'fuck with me, I dare you,' kind of people. Vance bit back his malice, for when the boss came down from his throne on the one hundredth floor it meant only three things, he needed to bum work onto someone, someone important is getting fired, or someone just hacked into the network and all hell broke loose. Vane than noticed his boss was not alone. The man, if rightly called, next to the massive bear, was a smaller skinny Dalmatian boy with eyes that shone a golden hue. His work clothes was a simple blue button up and slacks that hung tightly to his hips. The German Sheppard's tongue felt dry as he looked at the male, surprise crossed his mind at such a reaction. He was straight after all.
"There you are!" Bellowed the great big bear. "Just the dog I was looking for. Since your assistant manager of the caller support department," Vance sighed as he was reminded just how low in life he truly was, "You could train our newest recruit. The boy listens to everything ya say, and doesn't pipe up any attitude. Terry go and say hello." The Dalmatian's golden eyes met with Vance's blue in a stare that made the German Sheppard feel like lightning was dancing down his spine. The spotty canine bowed his head, his voice so soft it sounded like the wind was whispering.
"Hello. I'm Terry Moss. I'm new here; I hope I am no burden to you." Vance nodded, his mouth felt fuzzy as if he was eating cotton. This reaction was only ever had when around hot chicks; he couldn't be falling for another guy could he?
He's cute. I sure got lucky this time. Terry thought to himself as he eyed up the manager who would be training him. Terry felt a blush come over him, and thankful that his fur did not glow to give away his mood. The bear next to him slapped his shoulder roughly, forcing Terry to resist the pain that shot up him from the roughness of the bear. "See he's such a keeper! Now don't hurt out bright new worker!" The bear left the two alone, but not before placing a pink slip on a nearby workers desk who screamed in fury once the bear was out of earshot. Vance glanced around, and Terry watched his confusion, finding it so cute how the big German Sheppard seemed so confused. Yes such a nice and big Sheppard with such thick arms and powerful legs and... NO! I can't think about sex, this is my first day! _ That's how I got fired from my last job._ But He's so hoooooot. The voice of his lust spoke, and Terry shook his head to clean the voice, and his thoughts away. Vance noticed none of this, and once the elevator rang again, motioned towards Terry.
"Hey we go to the 36th floor ok?" The Dalmatian nodded, and both males went for the elevator, which surprisingly was devoid of the common clutter that it had, a surprise considering it normally had a few people lurking the elevators at least, people wanting to hide from their desks as much as possible. The pair went into the metal room alone and Vance pressed the button for the 36th floor, doors sealing before them. Terry glanced at the German Sheppard; his eyes going up and down in such a way that it hid his true desire with ease. The soaked canine had no chance to dry off, and was sp thoroughly drenched that the Dalmatian twitched as he saw the larger canine's pronounced bulge. Of course the man was flaccid so it was just the shape that a man's equipment made when a man's 'bits' were all scrunched up together in a tiny cotton container, or more commonly called, boxer briefs. Terry looked away noticing this however, to make sure his gaze was unnoticed and to avoid sporting a boner that would be. Vance also avoided looked at the lithe boy, and Vance coughed to clear the silence. "So how old are you?"
"Nineteen sir." Terry said shyly, his soft voice but a whisper. The larger canine nodded, his blue eyes going over the shorter canine.
"And what made you choose to work here?" Terry guessed that the German Sheppard was trying to see what kind of person he was and played along.
Vance sighed as he tried desperately to force conversation between the two of them, the boy seemed nice and all, but he should not be reacting the way he was. And the only reason his horn hadn't become noticeable is because he refused to look at the smaller canine directly."I heard it had an opening, and it had some perks, so I deiced to try. Didn't expect to get hired so soon." Both nodded in agreement, the situation unexpected in the case of both parties. The Dalmatian glanced at him again, and unexpectedly stepped closer. Vance gave him a confused glance but thought nothing of it, until... Terry's lips were pressed deeply against his. Fireworks screamed off a song that he had only heard for women before, and the male German Sheppard felt heat rush to his face, as his lips parted and the opposing canine tongue enter his mouth and decimated his control. Yet he was turned on greatly by this, only fighting his erection due to being in an elevator. The two's lips parted and Vance whispered in a husky voice, "My office."
Terry shivered at the deep throaty way Vance spoke, though his mind sang a different tune. _ I just raped my boss's face!_ You're over reacting! Countered his mind's lust. But I forced a kiss, that's rape, because he didn't consent! Now I'm gonna get fired again! The Dalmatian stared a Vance once more, taking a step away from the proud German Sheppard as the elevator rang to announce their destination. On the 36th floor sat a small collection of cubicles seeable from the gates, with a large office hiding behind two large oak doors. Vance quickly b lined for the door, with Terry hot on his heels. His workers watched the pair, one such worker jumping up for joy and announcing he knew his boss always was a cock man. Vance shot that worker a death glare like none he had ever shot before and the bouncy kangaroo quickly shut up. Terry laughed and the two walked into the office, the large oak doors slamming shut behind Terry and locking.
The office was rather void of what one would expect to fill an office, instead of picture frames, computer parts framed and wrapped in protective seals. Instead of book shelves were piles and piles of computer towers, and the desk held not one, but three monitors, one for a different pc. Terry was so caught up in the sight of the room; he didn't hear the sound of Vance removing his belt. Nor did the Dalmatian notice the canine remove his pants and boxers, that was until the cloths hit the wall near him and his golden hues looked back at his older boss, whose manhood stood a deep threatening red. The Dalmatian was led towards Vance's desk, a grin of lust worn upon both their faces. The Dalmatian grinned as the German Sheppard sat down on his desk, the throbbing piece of meat before him thicker than any boy that Terry had ever had before. But then again, this was a man not a boy. Terry sniffed the thick red rod, his ever cell shivering as the hormones take control and his own pants begin to tighten. Yet the constriction is ignored as he licked the head slowly, teasing the pointed spear shaped head. Vance shook in his hold, letting out a moan, as pre began to escape from the canine's tip.
IS this really happening? Am I really getting blown off by a guy at work? Vance thought to himself, yet the paw that groped his balls made a convincing argument to being real. Vance huffed as instead of simply rolling his balls around, the Dalmatian below him took one in hand and massaged it, while his expert tongue ran down the underside of the male's head, the red cock's underbelly getting a bath in the canine's furnace like mouth. The shivers keep running down his spine, like someone dripped ice along his back. Every motion a taunting glimpse of his first edge, one that the canine could not fight. Yet Terry sped up his work, and the first climax of the day was reached. With a howling call, the canine emptied his first load into the waiting maw. The Dalmatian cleaned up the cock with unsurpassed ability, not a single drop of cum hitting the hardwood floors. With a huff the older Canine held his hand up, motioning for the young canine to turn around. The young canine murred in pleasure, but not before dropping his own drawers, the spotty canine one to go commando. Vance grinned in pleasure, his logical mind long since sleeping.
Damn he was tasty and so hot too... Oooooh so hot, and big, I felt like my mouth was gonna break. Of course It'll be my tail he breaks next. Terry thought to himself as he waved his spotty ass in front of Vance, the fluffy balls covered in the same splotchy fur pattern. Vance descended upon the spotty rump, his red manhood still quite hard, and quite ready. The Dalmatian moaned in desire, his boss yet to try to fill him. The canine shaft pressed at his rear entrance, which drove Terry wild, the spotty dog pushing himself back onto the head, pain shooting through his spine. Damn I was right... so big... Terry thought to himself as half of Vance's shaft entered his bum. The pair of dogs moaned in need, and after the rod got more than half way in Vance's mind slipped completely, and Terry groaned in wonderful bliss filled lust. The German Sheppard above him grabbed his hips and thrust violently, his cream colored nuts slapping harshly against the spotty dog's set. Terry tried to speak, but every word out his muzzle melted into dribble not even an infant could repeat. _ Damn he's a beast._ Terry thought to himself before the pleasure in his rear made even thought impossible. One last thought ran through his mind before it blacked out and all he could do was moan and be Vance's toy. Is this how all men are like? Vance pushed more pressure on the smaller canine, and like the feral dogs in the wild was forced down on all fours. His smaller rod throbbed and bobbed roughly with each thrust, causing pre to droll onto the hardwood floor. Even in his sexual haze, Terry felted annoyed at the wasted cum.
The spotty dog moaned as his brighter cock slapped harder against him, the German Sheppard speeding up. Both knew what this meant, and the feel of the hot flesh starting to expand said it all. "Tie me..." Terry said in his whisper like voice, dry and slutty sounding due to the workout. Someone where in Vance's lust filled mind he heard the command and did so, popping in the bulb before it stretched the ring painfully. Both grunted, moaned, and growled a hymn of lust in key only to each other as terry turned his head and forced his tongue into the mouth of the male violating him. Vance murred in pleasure at this foreign kiss, finding it quite hot. The knot inflated inside the smaller boy, which forced the larger of the two canines to thrust in short fast bursts. Pleasure built up to its high, Vance whimpering like a puppy that was just kicked, Terry's fingers groped the balls in between his legs, and Vance went over the edge, filling up the nineteen year old Dalmatian with his hot warm seed. Terry moaned in lust, his own shaft still rock hard, yet a foreign hand wrapped its large fingers around the pink rod, and Vance pumped him to finish.
In the marvelous afterglow that followed, Vance whispered in Terry's ear, "Your training starts in an hour, there is a shower in the bathroom over through the left door. Any questions? "The spotty dogged smiled as he asked for only one thing.
"What's your phone number?"