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Since arriving at Termon & Termon, Gerald had never felt such an easy life. Spreadsheets were filed as easy as chewing gum, whilst dock reports were tallied in a queue to be sorted over the month. It was a relatively dry office, despite the supposed rainfall the city was meant to be known for, as he was surrounded by uniform walls with faux-leather seats and houseplants.

He only wished that it wasn't summer, an unusually hot time that left him sweating in his shirt as he stared over towards his friend. Gerald was managing thanks to his small frame, the thin velociraptor unbuttoning the top to let his copper-brown-scaled chest breathe for a moment. Even the bump that formed off the top of his head was glistening from the sweat.

But Charlie was taking it much worse, the green-bodied triceratops with his husky frame wrapped in a blue polo vest. A pair of glasses set framed behind his middle horn, while he squinted at his computer filling out columns of data as they sat in a larger cubicle together.

"Hoooo...thought we stayed in this longitude not to deal with this heat."

"It's not so bad," Gerald eyed his coworker, "just need to buy you new shirts."

"Then do more laundry, you're the one getting your snout deep in my sweat."

"Don't call it that," the raptor cringed with a blush, "at least not at work."

"You forget about the new team-building exercise?" the triceratops grinned. "You got picked for it, you can't be slacking now, I got myself extra musky to get you used to it."

"That's baloney, you're just a pervert."

"Says the guy who offered to stroke me off."

"I-i-i was, you," Gerald blushed red as a beetroot, "you said I should be trying!"

"I know dude, and you're doing great, come on loosen up."

"You do know who you're talking to, right?"

"Which is why I know you can do it," Charlie winked with a thumbs up, "you're stronger than you think, bud, I know you can do this."

"It's not exactly like, the track and field," the raptor rubbed his neck while still typing, "I don't even know how to prepare for it."

"That's why you got me! Sleeping together naked, jerk-off sessions on the couch, letting you do my laundry-"

"That last one doesn't count, I always do our laundry."

"Yeah but you take longer, savouring this."

The trike lifted up his arm to show the sweating pit, a dark stain in his shirt that made the raptor gulp with a trembling grin. He kept on typing, finishing the next report as he looked up to the clock, seeing it tick ever closer to 4pm.

"You did enjoy our weekend stuff, right?" Charlie asked, leaning back on his chair. "I mean, I know you know I got feelings for you and I wouldn't act on them unless you asked."

"I know," Gerald nodded, "I trust you, Charlie. I want to fit in, I don't want to lose this job, everybody's really nice and...well, the comments I get are rather strange but I appreciate them."

"I told you you were hot, didn't I? Not many can pull off being a twink at your age."

"M-mmmmhhh," said twink twisted his legs in his seat, "is it bad I'm only doing this to not be left out, when I could have tried to please you?"

"What, no!" the trike scoffed and walked over to him. "No one forced you to be part of it, right? You said yes, you had the chance to pass it on."

"I guess I did...was just afraid of not looking like a team player."

"I know, dude," Charlie rubbed his friend's back, "you'll be alright, I trained you well, didn't I? First taste and everything which, by the way, I really appreciate being your first."

"Hah, of course you do," Gerald hugged his arm, "I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it...thanks."

His best friend kissed his head, giving him a small squeeze and then lifting one of his arms to wrap round his face in a brief blanket of sweat. Gerald moaned in protest at first, but something about the odd spice of his friend's aroma helped soothe him. He pressed his snout into the damp fabric, trying not to actively breathe it in, but at the same time savouring with a soft shiver.

The trike then went back to his computer, leaving the raptor to drink some water as he read the minutes from the previous meeting.

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Last week there came a meeting, which started off rather regular as they re-checked accounts and delegated to others. The windows were drawn with blinds on a cold rainy day, as sat around the table were Gerald, Charlie, a T-rex, a crocodile and a wingless pterodactyl. The raptor always felt the smallest in the room, but in this meeting he was especially dwarfed, by four burly reptiles all taller than him with tight waistcoats.

"Jamieson account should be closed the end of May," said the red-headed rex, "Eric, you'll be handling Ravinder and her patent."

"Yes sir," the amber pteranodon shuffled his papers, "I have her appointed for Tuesday."

"Gerald and Charlie will be on data clearance for this week. Mike, how's the Johansson case going?"

"It's a little rough," the dark-green croc clicked his teeth, "they dumped six boxes on me to run through, might need some help sorting through."

"Send two to me, I'll take the load off," their boss nodded, "okay, now! All the usual stuff is out of the way, so it's time for a little fun. I've been considering that we need a good team-build routine for the end of the day, something to really loosen us up in our most stressful hour."

"Ohhh damn, we doing that?" Eric grinned, rubbing his hands. "Hehell yeah, you really got that cleared?!"

"It was pretty easy to get it through considering we're all friends here."

"Wait, sir?" Charlie raised his hand. "Sorry, what exactly is this?"

"Well," the T-rex brought out a small box, "we've decided to do a little rota for fun. Everyone write your names on some paper, and put it in this. Whoever gets picked, has to be the office servant for one week, just for a test run."

"A...servant?" Gerald muttered. "In what way, exactly?"

"In any way we wish, Mr. Campbell. Be it bringing someone a drink, helping to massage their shoulders...or pleasuring them in other ways."

"We're all friends here," the crocodile grinned wide, "we know each other's bodies well enough, though you two are pretty new but it won't be a problem."

"Wait...w-wait, you mean," the raptor put up his hands, "sir, Mr. Jones, is that allowed?"

"Only if everyone agrees," the tyrannosaur nodded, "unless, you two are monogamous?"

"Huh?!"

"OH, no, no Gerald and I aren't together," Charlie rubbed his friend's back, "we're just real close roommates."

"Oh!" Jones smirked with a glinting tooth. "Apologies for assuming, in that case you're available for carnal duties, Mr. Campbell?"

"F-for...uhm, s-sir," the raptor tapped his fingers, "I'm not...into males."

"Wait, you're not?" the pterodactyl leaned back. "Damn, did we finally get a straight dude, boss?"

"And our streak was going so well," the croc clapped his face, "hahah, damn, guess was only a matter of time."

"What streak?" the trike cocked his head. "You guys have a betting pool too?"

"No, just, hah, this department for some reason everyone here is gay or bi, we never had a straight worker here before. Wild I know, congratulations Gerald!"

"Well, either way," Jones tented his fingers, "this is purely a team-building exercise to strengthen bond and respect between a temporary servant and the rest of the office. Of course, Gerald does not have to participate if he feels not able to, the rest of us will-"

"N-no!" the raptor clawed the desk. "Um...I-i'll do it!"

For the first time in his life, Charlie's eyes widened in shock and glee. Was it truly happening? Had his dream finally come true? He was scared to make a noise in case something jolted Gerald's senses back to his usual self.

"Um...I-i don't want to be left out of the team, sir."

"But you...don't like dudes?" asked Eric, scratching his beak. "If you join up on this, we're gonna have to ask you to do some things."

"I...I know, but, I...I really don't want to lose this job just because I'm a little squeamish to some new...experience."

"Whaaaat pssh come on you're a great worker, we're not gonna make you quit just because you're straight, jeez!"

"I-i'm a team player, please!" Gerald scribbled his name on the paper. "I mean, my name might not even come up, I just have to make the effort, right?"

"I will not say no," said Jones, taking the paper, "but thank you Gerald, your eagerness is greatly appreciated, and for the record you've been a marvellous worker. Alright everyone, bring me your names and let us see what happens."

The rex shook the box a few times after everyone put in their slips. Charlie pulled his friend aside with a brief murmur out of earshot.

"[i]What are you doing?[/i]"

"[i]I just wanted to be involved,[/i]" Gerald muttered.

"[i]You...you do know what they're gonna ask you to do, right?[/i]"

"[i]I mean...I'd rather do that then risk losing my job.[/i]"

"[i]Ger, seriously, they're cool people, we're not-[/i]"

"[i]I'm not going home.[/i]" The raptor gripped his arm. "[i]I am NOT losing this job.[/i]"

The piercing gaze of fear from his friend shut Charlie down, as he gently patted him before they waited for the results. To make things fairer, the hole was too small for hands to dig in, so the rex used a pair of tweezers to find and pluck a name without feeling for any papers. Something was caught, he slowly pulled up one strip as his eyes widened at the name.

"Oh...ohohohohhh...seems our newest employee is about to learn some new routines."

"Wh-...what?!"

They turned towards Gerald, as Jones revealed it was his name. Charlie tightened his lips, not wanting to laugh but also getting strangely excited by the prospect of this.

"Congratulations," Mike offered his hand, "you're about to get a lot busier, cutie."

"I-i-i...really?" the raptor sputtered. "Um, s-sir, Mr. Jones, how do I-"

"Dooon't worry," the rex put up his hands, "all of your work will be allocated amongst us while you busy with your new duties. You only have to serve during the work days, and only in the office. No external affairs, no forms of bullying without consent, and no methods of pain."

"But...I...I have a wife!"

"Dude that ain't gonna work," Charlie snorted, "you know Mary would be into this."

"D-don't you, aaaugh...ohhh, now I'm not sure if I want to, but I don't want to leave the teaaam!"

"We can just roll the dice again," Eric shrugged with arms wide, "seriously, we're not gonna push ya if you don't want to."

"...no." The raptor stiffened. "A good employee doesn't shy away from team exercise."

"Ooof, that's cringe," Mike shuddered.

"That's the spirit!" Jones clapped and then stood up. "Alright, we shall begin on Monday! Mr. Henderson, could you...assist Mr. Campbell with some preparations?"

"No problem, chief," the trike saluted, "I'll make sure he's ready come the start of next week."

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Back to the present, Gerald rapped his fingers as if willing 4pm to come sooner. Not because he was eager, but only because he hated the waiting. It was agonising to have to wait, for this team-building exercise he thought so vital to his career desptie everyone assuring the opposite. Thankfully the spreadsheets were his friend, helping to distract him with a good old number-crunching, delighting himself in calculations.

"Gerrrrrald." The head of Jones peeked round the cubicle door. "It's time, let's see what you got."

"UH, y-yes sir!" he shot up from his seat. "Where do I start?"

"First, you take off your clothes. Have to make sure you're accessible at all times."

"Yes, Mr. Jones."

The raptor gulped and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fiddling with his sweaty claws before he slipped it off onto his chair. He hesitated for a moment with his pants, the tight corduroy slacks that shimmied down his legs to reveal his thin 30-year old frame. Gerald was a beanpole from his weedy arms to his flaccid cock, a foreskinned length of 5 inches with sweet little brown balls.

"Well, look at you," the T-rex chuckled, "you're the cutest straight I've ever seen."

"Th-thank you, sir," he blushed, covering his member, "just, please don't be too rough, I-i'm new at this."

"Ohohoh god," Charlie palmed his face, "how are you more adorable than usual?"

"S-stop, come on this is serious."

"No it's not, the whole point is to chill out and feel you're one of us."

"He's right, Gerald," the tyrannosaur patted him, "it's all about letting yourself go and destressing, by letting others take charge of you for a week as our personal plaything."

"I thought I was a servant."

"That too! Come on, let's get started."

"Don't worry, buddy," Charlie joined him, "I'll make sure they play nice, just think of it like a sauna."

"I've never been to a sauna," muttered Gerald.

"I keep inviting you but you never wanna go, this coulda been good practice!"

They walked out of the cubicle into the main office hall, where two other nooks had their co-workers still typing away. They sat waiting in their boxers, the pudgy crocodile Mike and the lean-muscled pteranodon Eric already licking their lips with anticipation.

"Daaaaamn, dude," the gator stood up, "how'd you even hold back with this cutie in your office?!"

"It's hard, trust me," the triceratops winked.

"Alright, break room everyone!" Jones motioned them forth. "Twenty minutes to get our new servant prepped, then back to work until six."

They walked together to the resting lounge, a small place in the same floor with two sofas and a vending machine with a TV in the corner. The rex unbuttoned his shirt mid-walk, then shuffled down his pants to reveal a sturdy pair of briefs that he then put aside. All of the males were bigger than Gerald, both in height, muscle and gift with various states of arousal, and thick hanging testes.

The wingless pterodactyl put a hand on the raptor's shoulder, bringing him down to his knees as the males circled around him, stroking themselves to full erection as Gerald's nostrils flared from their combined scents. That warm spicy aroma that he had gotten used to in recent weeks, as he saw that Jones had the biggest cock of almost 10 inches, whilst Charlie had the heaviest balls.

"Just start with your tongue," ordered Jones, "get us ready and we'll move from there."

"Yes, sir," Gerald nodded, "I um...I-i've never done this before."

"Relax dude, it's fine," said Mike, holding his own plump member, "just do your best, that's all we want."

"Lemme help you a bit," said Charlie, kneeling behind his friend, "close your eyes and let my hands help, okay?"

"Mmhmm."

This helped the raptor relax even better, feeling the hands of his roommate and best friend hold him. Large fingers pushed open his mouth, as Gerald did not resist and gave a soft breath. The trike motioned Jones to step close and slide his cock into the mouth, the raptor pulling back by instinct slightly, before Charlie stroked his head.

"Shhhhh, that's it...just suck him gently."

"M-mmmhh...mmmmhhh..."

"You look so damn cute like this, you know?"

The raptor turned red in his cheeks as he started to suck, closing his jaws carefully round the thick T-rex length as it throbbed on his tongue. It was a different taste than he expected a cock to be, flavourless, slightly leathery with a spicy tint. He bobbed carefully, his eyes still closed, as Charlie kept rubbing him down before taking one of his friend's hands to offer to Mike.

The gator stepped forth, the clawed fingers grasping at his sturdy fat dick before soon stroking him off. Charlie took the other hand as he stood up, placing it on his own meat to watch Gerald masturbate both, whilst Jones gently thrust into his mouth until he was fully hard and wet.

"Such a good boy," he whispered, "you like that, yeah? Pretty good for a straight, you suck cock like a natural."

"He learns real quick," the triceratops panted, "mmmm...been helping me stroke off, back at our place."

"You really never fucked him?" Eric giggled, pumping nearby. "I wouldn't last that long."

"Well now's your chance," said Mr. Jones, stepping back, "your turn."

The pterosaur stepped round to offer his cock, as Gerald kept his mouth open to let them slip in. Eric rubbed the back of his head, thrusting a few times to rub along the palate whilst the velociraptor mentally compared tastes. He tried to do a little sheet in his head, a framework chart to distract himself from the implications of sucking cock for the first time in his life, all whilst he kept pumping the other two.

Eric was soon done, having to hold himself back from a good facefuck when he saw Charlie make eyes at him. They swapped places as the triceratops gripped Gerald's face, but instead lowered him further beneath his pulsing lance.

"Come on Ger," Charlie murmured, "why dontcha get a taste of where you been sticking your nose in from all that laundry?"

The servant opened his eyes at the voice, the hefty, swollen balls dangling in front of him now glistening with sweat. A small whimper escaped him when he took a deep breath, savouring the thick musk of his beloved friend that he was now so familiar with. Gerald started to kiss them, soft dimpled pecks to let himself get accustomed to the taste, realising they had been drenched in sweat all day.

"Thaaaat's it buddy," the trike whispered, "damn you're doing a great job, I'm proud of ya."

"M-mmmmh, thanks," he murmured between licks, "this is...haaah...d-do guys really like this?"

"Ohhh we sure do," shivered Mike, "don't stop jerking, I want that mouth of yours too."

Gerald's smooches became long dragging licks as he turned more accustomed to the taste, whilst Charlie moaned at his lifelong dream coming true to see his beloved childhood friend now pleasure him. Those sweet raptor lips suckling over the skin, lapping up the sweat that practically dripped from his chin, until he was kissing around the base of the cock.

He watched the smaller raptor lick up his shaft, being methodical in covering every bit of its surface with his glistening saliva, until he soon reached the head with a gentle suck. The trike kept his member in hand to help Gerald work around it, his tongue raking along the sides until he was done.

"You see this?" Charlie grinned. "You know what I always wanted to do?"

"Y-yeah?" Gerald panted with the cock against his tongue. "You...you want to...put it in me?"

"Absolutely, bluenoser."

"Wait, what?" Eric snorted, whilst Gerald stroked him. "What's a bluenoser?"

"Just a thing between us," the trike laid himself back on the floor, "he's from Nova Scotia, so he's a bluenoser."

"And you're a bogtrotter," the raptor laughed, "cuz you're New Brunswick."

"That's cute," Jones nodded, "alright, well since I'm such a nice boss, I'll let Mr. Henderson have your ass."

"Damn, lucky bastard," Mike shuddered, still being jerked off, "imagine how tight his ass must feel."

"Yeah, no kidding," the pteranodon moaned, "always wanted to pop a straight's little cherry."

"You can have seconds," Charlie winked at him, "alright Ger, just sit yourself down and trust me."

"Umm...okay." The raptor got himself in position to aim his pucker. "Could, s-someone help me line up?"

"I'll do more than that," Eric grinned, moving behind him, "you'll need some help if your ass is virgin, right?"

"Well, yeah, I've never done this, m-my wife, Mary she's always wanted to do something like with a...a bedroom toy, but just never had the urge to-AAAAH!"

A warm alien feeling slipped into his pucker, the raptor's tail gripped by the pterosaur who started to rim him. His beak pressed against the scaly hole, as his long bird-like tongue slipped free to dive through the depths, and worm against his walls that clenched with such terrible tightness. The crocodile stepped closer to Gerald and offered his hefty meat.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, "but I really wanna fill that cute snout."

"Haaah, y-yes, sir." The raptor cleaned close to lick the head. "Mmmm, aaaah!"

"Feels good to get rimmed, don't it? Definitely helps for your first fuck."

"Speaking of," Charlie patted Mike's leg, "you want me to rim you too, after Gerald's settled on my dick?"

"Ooooh yeah, that'd be nice of ya, just mind yer horns."

As the servant was tongued deep by Eric, the boss rex stood back and sat on the couch to stroke by himself, keeping firm and erect for his time to shine. The pterodactyl swirled a few times round the hetero's folds, until they were slick and smooth with dino spit. He pulled back and helped the raptor aim on Charlie's pole, slowly pushing him down on the throbbing dark-green dick.

The first push of the blunt staff made Gerald wince, the odd sensation of something going into his rear making him want to push back. But Charlie held his hands with a patient look, trusting him to relax and settle into his first cock. The raptor moaned as he felt his walls gape, parting slowly with their new lubrication letting things slide easier in, despite the occasional tightness.

"Haaaah! A-AAAH!"

"Ohhhh yes," Charlie hissed, "ohhh...god it's happening...aaah, Gerald, that's it, just ease yourself down."

"Th-this...mmmmph, ohhh, god it feels so weird."

"You'll get used to it buddy, keep going."

"Shit this is hot," the pterodactyl jerked himself, "how's he feel, Charlie?"

"Amazing," the trike moaned, "ohhh...god yes, this is perfect."

"It can get even better," the croc stood over Charlie, "get me all ready, I'll finish in your new boyfriend."

"Hahah, what do you mean 'new'?"

Mike offered his thick sausage to the raptor, who politely sucked away despite the tensing pain of his rear. Hoping to distract himself with the taste and scent, Gerald bobbed on the gator's pole as a scaly hand rubbed his head. Charlie helped him down to the hilt, sometimes lifting his friend up to let his walls open up in slight thrusts, before finally letting him sit.

The full sensation in his belly was both uncomfortable yet strangely soothing, as Gerald shifted his hips and made little clenches to excite Charlie. The trike reached up to Mike's rear and started rimming him, his fat tongue pushing through to stuff his more experienced pucker, sliding around the muscular folds with a shiver.

"Mmmmm yeah," the croc chuckled, "damn you got a cute mouth for fucking."

"M-mmmh?" Gerald looked up.

"Just saying you got a career in this, if you wanted to do a side-hustle."

"Mmm, mmm-mmmm."

"Ehhh well, just a thought." Mike pushed his head down with a rumbling purr. "Just tap my leg if it gets too much."

"Mmhmm."

Gerald's hands were currently on Charlie's pecs, as his friend started thrusting into his rear to make him bounce in his lap. The raptor hissed with whimpering grunts, his tight virgin rear spreading wider with each second as the triceratops panted into Mike's rear. The croc shuddered at this double-pleasure, bending down and over to give his coworker better access, whilst keeping Gerald's head in his crotch.

The sound of clapping hips filled the break area, whilst Eric and Jones pumped beside them at the delicious sight. The raptor's thin body bucked with every thrust of Charlie's hips, his tail flexing with a strange excitement as the more he rode his fellow Canadian, the less discomfort he felt as he started to relax. The broiling scent of Mike's meat filled his nostrils, as he swallowed thicker gulps with bobbing thrusts.

"Woah, look at this guy!" the croc chortled. "Learning the joys of cock real fast!"

"He's always been a good worker," said Jones, stroking away, "a team player in the best way."

"H-hey uh, Charlie?" Eric groaned with pumping dick. "You mind if I uh, p-pump him an' fill him after you're done?"

"Sloppy seconds?" the trike pulled back from a scaly ass. "Mmmmm, that'd be awesome, what you say bluenoser?"

"Mmmmh, awh-nnh-nnnh," Gerald mumbled in cocklang.

"He says he don't know, let's see how he feels after I fill him...f-fuck...keep your ass tight Ger, c-come on...help me out."

The straight raptor did his best, squeezing his walls to suck on Charlie's spear and slap his cheeks to the base. Faster his friend fucked, as his hips went into overdrive with a sudden zest and his precum began boiling. A shuddering moan ran through Mike's rear, when Charlie gasped in excitement of a thick cumming spurt.

Gerald's eyes widened at the hot liquid gushing through, his trembling sputters adding to the croc's pleasure when he started to cum too. Hot salty cream filled the raptor's maw, who forced himself to swallow it all despite the strong bitter taste. Both ends were filled to the brim, as a trickling heat flowed from his ass and Charlie laid back in bliss.

"Ohhhh...f-fuck...ohhh god...finally."

"KHH, u-uuugh," Gerald pulled back from the dick in his mouth, "god that's...s-salty."

"You get used to it," the croc stepped back and spurted on his snout, "oh, sorry!"

"D-dagh," the raptor blinked, "haaah, okay...a-are we done?"

"I sure am, how' bout you Charlie?"

"You bet I am," the trike pulled himself up to hug his friend, "thank you...you're the best, you know that dude? I love you."

"I...I-i love you too."

Surprised at the words, Gerald hugged him back, a soft squeeze of reassurance that helped him adjust to the cum in his body. The pulsing meat grinded on his walls to make him shiver, as Charlie pulled him up to let his cock slide free with a wet juicy pop.

"Ohhhh fuck," the pterodactyl whispered, "please tell me I'm next."

"What you say, Ger?" the trike smooched him. "Wanna let Eric have a shot?"

"Um...o-okay," the raptor lifted his tail, "be gentle, alright?"

"No worries, dude," the wing-less reptile stepped close, "I'm edging like fuck so it won't be long."

Charlie laid back with his friend on all fours, his spent member twitching beneath as Eric mounted Gerald. It was much easier than before, the slick lubrication and thinner cock helping the raptor ease into things with a shudder, whilst the three-horn licked his face clean of croc jizz. Rapid slaps shook through his body, the raptor grunting from the sensation that became smoother with each thrust.

"You look so cute when you're panting," Charlie murmured, "your wife is so lucky to see that every night."

"N-not, HAAAH, e-every night," Gerald winced, "j-just...m-maybe once...a month!"

"She's a lucky lady," Jones crossed his legs mid-stroke, "wouldn't mind a boy like you to come back to every night."

"S-same," Eric gasped, "fuuuuck this ass is good, first straight I ever fucked and it's the best-H-HAAAAH, SHIT!"

He couldn't stop himself from a full orgasm, smacking the raptor's rear as another shot of jizz filled his insides. The heterosexual whimpered at the second load, a gurgling fill of reptile seed into his depths as he felt the sweat of three males drench his body.

"Awwww, god," the pteranodon moaned, pulling out, "that was fucking good."

"Tha-...thanks," Gerald blushed, "was I okay?"

"You were perfect, dude. Best ass I've fucked in ages."

"Hah, hear that, Ger?" Charlie petted him. "I told you that you'd nail this."

"Sh-shut up, bogtrotter."

He smirked with an awkward laugh as the trike boomed a deep laugh, before they stepped away from Gerald to let him recover on the floor.

"Damn," the T-rex chuckled standing up, "if you're this good on the first day, I might want to make your new job permanent."

"Wh-what?!" Gerald shivered.

"Relaaax I'm joking."

"Yeah I bet," Eric nudged him, "besides I want my turn at bottoming too."

"And you gotta take turns too," Mike pointed to the boss, "see how you like being under us for a change."

"I'm sure I'll love it," said Jones as the bell rang, "alright, break time's over, you boys can leave your clothes here, and if you need anything, just ask Gerald...after I'm done with him."

The raptor gulped as he stood up, feeling cum dribble between his slender legs before a kiss from Charlie helped him settle. The triceratops fed him his tongue not just to warm him up, but to taste the seed of the croc still fresh on his muzzle.

"Mmmmmhhhh...howsat, cutie?"

"It...g-good," the velociraptor grinned with a shiver, "do you kiss every guy like that?"

"Only you. Alright, I'll get started on your reports, see ya later."

As the workers headed back to their cubicles naked, Jones motioned Gerald to follow him to his desk at the other end of the hall, which sat in plain view of everyone. His cock remained swollen as the largest of the group, when he sat nude in his chair and put his legs up.

"Under the desk, boy," he ordered, "you can start on my ass, then work your way up to my cock. Take all the time you need."

"Y-yes, sir."

The trembling assistant went on his knees and under the wood, faced with the meaty red caber of his employer and two thick balls hanging down in front of a glossy dark ring. He was surprised at the spicy scent, the thick male waft of testosterone filling his nostrils with a dizzying strength as he took a few breaths to steady himself.

He pressed his tongue gingerly against the hole, remembering his wife's talks on how clean the anus was to have its own "self-scrubbing system". The raptor closed his eyes and pushed his snout on the rump, diving his tongue slowly into the pucker with a rumbling moan from his boss. The more he thought on Mary's odd talks of sexual reactions and how they manifested as physiological balancing, the more soothed he became as he mentally displaced himself.

Gerald went into a trance, his tongue working automatic to swirl and suck the folds, whilst his wife kept waffling on about the villi and muscular contractions. The chief's balls draped over his snout, smothering him in scents of salty spice. The ass tasted better than he thought, despite putting his thoughts elsewhere as he tongued all the way round in a spiral through the anal tunnel, then pulled free to lick across the taint.

He worked his way up along the scrotum, lapping over the hefty plums with a tender suck, before kissing over the cock with little licks between. As he reached the quivering glans, where pre dripped onto his lips, the raptor felt a foot press on his own smaller member, stroking him off between its thick clawed toes.

"You want to cum too?" Jones asked.

"W-well...um," he sputtered, "I-i don't mind if I don't, I want to make you...more, if that's okay."

"We'll see, but for all this week you do what I want. And perhaps I want, is to milk you dry, maybe cum three or four times in a row."

"A-a row?! Ohh jeez, th-that sounds exhausting."

"Alright," the rex shifted in his seat, "put your lips round my cock, but don't suck yet."

Gerald did as ordered, swallowing it to halfway as something trickled along his tongue. His eyes widened with a start, but Jones kept his hand on the raptor's head to keep him from moving away.

"Don't you dare stain the carpet," he warned, "swallow everything."

The worker was shocked with a growing disgust, as thick watery urine swelled up in his cheeks and he was forced to start swallowing. His eyes watered with tickly coughs as the hot liquid salt poured down his throat, a strong tyranno flavour scouring his taste buds as he obediently drank.

"I didn't want to get up," the rex chuckled, "now start sucking and get comfy, you're gonna be there a while."

As he reacquainted himself with the taste of cock, his hands pressed on the T-rex's thighs, Gerald bobbed on the beastly member as deep as he could without choking. The piss in his belly sloshed with a cringing sensation, but he dared not complain as he worked his tongue diligent. Sometimes Jones would stroke his lance with his foot, teasing him enough with expert claws to get him half-hard. But for the most part he took calls and filed accounts over the next half-hour.

"Alright, yes...so we'll meet with Szakowski on the fifteenth? Good, good, I just have a few last notes on his application, but they'll be ready to send tomorrow. Well it's been a good week, accounts closed faster than usual, it happens. How's David, by the way?"

Gerald's hearing pricked up as he kept throating the dick.

"Really?" Jones gasped. "Oh that's wonderful, I knew he'd ace that test, wonder who he gets his maths from. Hahah, yeah he does get that from me, but he gets your brains for the whole pack-....nnngh."

He put a hand over the received as he started cumming, a gluttonous spill of the most bitter semen in the office that Gerald struggled to swallow all. It wasn't as sour as the urine, but it made him think this was how coffee grounds tasted as he clenched his eyes and gulped noisy enough for the other workers to hear.

"Haaah, sorry," Jones shook his head, "spilled my damn coffee on the floor, got too excited about the news! No no, the mug's fine, that's why you get a carpet, anyways I'll bring back home a present for David, he's worked really hard this month. Alright, I love you too."

With a kiss, he ended the call, laying back in his chair with a happy sigh as his sceptre kept pumping into the raptor's throat. Gerald waited until he was done, before pulling away with a lick of his lips.

"Good job!" Jones patted him. "You're a natural at this, you know that?"

"Uh, th-thank you," the twink-in-training bowed.

"Alright, go see if anyone else needs help."

Standing up from the desk, Gerald walked through the cubicles to find the three still occupied. His hands fidgeted with a nervous grin, his body still covered in their sweat as his tongue protested from the salty feed.

"Does...d-does anyone need anything?"

"I got some feet that need cleaning," Mike raised his finger.

"Your...y-your feet?!"

"Well yeah, I think that's a fair trade since I'm doing your B-4s."

"Oh...no, that's fair."

The dreaded B-4s still haunted him, the worst spreadsheets in history that made him shiver with offence. Feet were better to deal with than those eldritch horrors, as he crawled into the crocodile's cubicle and slipped under his desk. The large padded soles of the green reptile stared at him, damp with sweat as he grabbed one slippery foot that dripped on his fingers.

The raptor took a long slow lick to taste the earthen flavour, a saltier, drier taste than that of semen but still making him grimace. Regardless he worked his task, licking across the wrinkled soles and tasting the deeper grooves for the richest sweat, whilst Mike kept working on his computer.

"Sooo uh," Eric called from the cubicle across the way, "you guys see that match last night?"

"Yeah I did," Mike jerked with one hand whilst using the mouse with the other. "I knew Cullen was gonna wipe the floor with that smug bastard, they shouldn't let humans compete with anthros."

"I think they should, they were the same weight class and practically the same size, hell I thought Meyer was gonna take it."

"You're too soft, Eric, and that's why you lost the bet."

Gerald ignored their conversation as the other foot pressed on his face, smothering him in thick male odours when he slurped through the toes and tongued the webbing between. The pterodactyl had a good view of the scene, watching Gerald's ass leak of both his cum and Charlie's, with the sounds of slobbering easily heard over the clacking of keys. Then Mike caught Gerald's tongue between his toes.

"Suck them good, bitch."

The raptor shuddered at the musky feet grinding on his taste buds, the scent turning to hot water that drizzled down his throat and made him more thirsty than ever. He slobbered like a hungry beast as his naked body became glossy with his sweat, his shaft twitching underneath as he deepthroated the toes.

He preferred the taste of cock over them, but gulped greedy nevertheless as the croc moaned from the sloppy sounds of the tongue swirling round his fat digits.

"I actually thought Meyer was gonna win," said Charlie from another cubicle, "he had the speed but I guess it wasn't enough, good thing I don't bet."

"You should," said the croc, "it'd be more fun."

"Nah-uh, I promised my dad I wouldn't."

"He ain't here though, right?"

"Nope." The trike's tone warned him not to continue.

"Well yanno what they say," the gator added, "scales an' tails never fails."

"Who even says that?!"

"I dunno, smart people."

"Not that smart if they can't rhyme, right Ger?"

"M-mmmh, well," Gerald gasped between the toes, "I-i think, I've heard that phrase before so-"

"Hey-ey, no slacking," Mike shoved a toe into his throat, "wanna make sure we get done by five."

"Mmmmglrk! Mmhh-hhhm."

Once he was finished cleaning off each toe, sucking them to a shining slick, Mike had the raptor turn round under the desk until his tail stuck out against the croc's naked chest.

"Hope you don't mind," Mike grinned, aiming his pole at Gerald's rear, "but I gotta piss real bad and I ain't leaving this chair. Eric you mind helping me fill this out?"

"Heh, sure thing bud."

With one cock pushed into his hole, Gerald clenched the carpet and watched the pteranodon leave his cubicle to come over. His long length swung at the raptor's eye level, making him blush when it was shoved in his snout. Mike gave a little smack to the brown-scaled rear as he sunk halfway in with his meat, then emptied his bladder with a deep sigh. Eric did the same as Gerald's eyes watered from the taste of hot, bitter urine, keeping his tongue as still as possible.

It was the oddest feeling to the raptor who did his best to be patient, torn between hating the taste in his mouth and loving the thick stream that slathered his anal walls. A sumptuous heat filled his belly from both ends, the smallest trickle of yellow coming out of his ass to drip down the gator's length.

"Damn that's good," the pterosaur stroked his face, "I wish we didn't have to worry about the carpet so I could piss all over your face."

"Ffffffuck," Mike shuddered, "like fucking a bar of butter, Charlie how did you not fuck this boy 'til he turned gay?"

"He never asked," the trike chuckled, "having fun there, Ger?!"

"MMM, M-mmmmrrrhhh!" Gerald swallowed with a patient nod.

"I think that's a yes," Mike finished peeing and began to fuck Gerald proper, "mmmph, whose turn is it next week?"

"Charlie's," said Eric, pulling out as he watched Gerald swallow, "that'll be fun, big guy like him can take it real hard."

"Hey-ey, we said no rough-housing," the triceratops leaned from his desk, "you know the rules?"

"Well what about this?"

The gator slapped Gerald's ass to make him squeal, feeling the clench on his dick before picking up the pace.

"Maybe next time he's up we could take him to the bathroom, think the boss'll let us turn him into a urinal."

"Fuck that would be hot," Eric licked his beak, "bet you'd get used to that real good, you slut."

"U-uhh...yes, sir," the raptor shivered as his belly settled, "I...I'd be happy to serve you."

Charlie walked over to watch his best friend get it deep, the croc huffing at the succulent hole pulling him to the hilt. The worker gripped Gerald's cheeks to spread him a bit wider, letting his colleagues get a good view of his harpoon stuffing his pucker. The chair rocked with the desk when Mike sped even faster, punching Gerald's prostate hard enough to make the raptor cum at last.

The trike dove in with a paper cup to collect his sperm, keeping the carpet clean as he watched his friend whimper with the cutest spurts. Mike then came in turn with a rumbling moan, filling the hole with rich pale seed and a little urine that dribbled out in turn.

"Mmmmmmhhhh...fffffuck," he pulled out carefully with tissues at the ready, "god damn Charlie, your boy's a nasty little slut."

"He's just happy to please," said the triceratops, patting Gerald's face, "you alright buddy?"

"Y-yeah," Gerald moaned, "can...c-can I go to the bathroom first, I'm really full."

"Better get used to it," the croc wiped himself off, "now keep that ass puckered tight, I'm gonna wanna use it all the time."

"You and me both," Eric gave the fingerguns, "I might end up sharing that ass with you once we train him to DP."

"T-train?" the raptor stood up with Charlie's help. "I'm already learning enough with the XL80 I don't think I have room in my schedule."

"HAH, hah, you're adorable," Charlie drank the cum from the paper cup, "let's go get you cleaned up, then you can clean ME up cuz I'm really needing a tongue bath."

They walked out of Mike's cubicle as Eric returned to his own, but not before Jones the rex saw them slinking away.

"Campbell," he snapped his fingers, "that was fine work today pleasing us, you're putting in some real work."

"Oh, th-thank you!" Gerald saluted, struggling to contain the fluids in his belly. "I'm real glad to help."

"Henderson, make sure he gets there safe. You can finish up with him for today."

"Thanks, sir."

The trike bowed and helped Gerald to the bathroom which had stalls and a showering area. They turned on the shower, as the raptor unclenched his ass above the drain to let all the liquids pour out of him, a hefty drool of piss and cum that splashed on his legs.

"God, they really filled me," he muttered.

"I told you they'd love you," Charlie slipped behind and wrapped his arms round him, "now it's my turn to fill ya."

"Heh, s-sure...I like yours the most."

"Awww you're just saying that," the three-horn kissed his cheek then grinded his dick on Gerald's rear, "how about, after this we jog back to our place, so you get a fresh batch of new, clean sweat to lick off me?"

"Sure...th-that'd be nice."

The raptor gasped at Charlie's cock sliding in, that full familiar heat of his closest friend making him simper. The water drenched their bodies and scoured away the musk, but not before Charlie gripped his friend's snout and pushed it into his armpit to let him savour his scent. It was a pleasant spice, one he had grown to love from years of being together, a warm hug to his nostrils.

"You like that?" he whispered. "I'll be your pillow any time you want."

"Mmm, thank you," Gerald hissed, "aaaah...Ch-charlie...c-could you um...stroke me?"

"Of course," the triceratops gripped the raptor's pole, "god you're so sexy...I'm so glad we can do this."

"I-i um...hah...never thought it would happen."

"Remember when you used to be straight?"

"I-i still am, aren't I, A-AAAH!"

"I'm just kidding," Charlie pulled back to start his thrusts, "you call yourself whatever you're comfortable with, you'll still be my boy. I love you."

"L-love...love you too."

His heart swelled with a confused bliss as the trike pumped his rear, smacking his balls heavy against Gerald's smaller orbs with a stinging clap. Their breaths turned ragged as Charlie picked up the pace, pummelling faster with his hands roving across the raptor's lean belly and cock. Gerald savoured the thick fingers stroking him off, pumping away, thumbing at the glans so skilfully that he was worried he would cum too quick.

His friend was also targeting his prostate, making harder slaps that drilled him in his special place to make him spurt with a trembling shiver. Charlie kissed all over his friend's face and neck, tasting his breath and sometimes his lips when the lust swept them further into a new climax. The trike could never last with Gerald, too eager to be his that he groaned with a sudden gush into the rear.

The raptor was startled and made a cute little squeak, his face turned red from the swelling of cum his best friend gave him. It made him feel better about his own orgasm, which did not arrive until after Charlie finished his and then gave him another surprise. Following behind the thick flood of seed, there came a river of hot urine splashing into his depths.

"A-AAAH, G-GOD!"

"Shhhh, it's okay," Charlie soothed him, "you don't have to hold it in, just let it wash away."

The filling from his childhood friend was enough for Gerald to peak, as he painted the shower wall with his stringy seed that soon washed away into the drain, along with Charlie's thicker globs of cum and piss that flowed from Gerald's taint. Once he was done, the trike pulled out and turned his friend around, kissing his head and then gripping his member.

"God you are cute...kinda wanna taste your piss now."

"Are you, really?" Gerald blinked and recoiled. "Why are you all into this, were they serious about turning me into a urinal?!"

"I don't know, maybe," Charlie grinned mischievous, "we'll have to wait next time you're up, now how about giving me some special apple juice?"

"Pffft...damn bogtrotter...alright, I guess since you done a lot for me."

The raptor took a deep breath and released his bladder, letting himself not question such kinky desires as he aimed at Charlie's face. Gerald's scent drenched upon him as the trike opened his mouth, letting the piss coat his tongue before he sucked off the cock and drank deep from the tap. It was much less salty than he expected, almost like fruit water, which made Henderson only smile at how sweet his friend was.

Once he was done, he washed his face before turning off the shower and drying themselves off, then grabbing their clothes after seeing everyone else had left the building.

"So," Charlie wrapped an arm round his waist, "how was your first cock?"

"Weird," muttered Gerald, "I thought it'd taste worse, and I think all that urine is unsanitary."

"You're fiiiiine, trust me! I wouldn't let them do it if I knew it'd be bad for you."

"Mmmm, it's still kinda-"

"Anyways, next up is my turn," the trike patted him as they walked out, "you gotta think of something good to do to me, something lewd and as pervy as you want."

"I'm not good at that," the raptor shook his head, "Mary said I'm more vanilla than Rizzo ice cream."

"HAH, hahah, awww that's mean well let's prove her wrong! When I'm on the floor, I want you to get first dibs."

"Heh, alright. Thanks." Gerald tapped his snout as something grew in his eyes. "Actually...yeah. I have an idea, something Mary said would be really cute of me."

"Ooooh, yeah?" The triceratops leaned in as they stepped through the doors. "What is it, some sorta dress-up?"

"It...yeah...something like that...you ever hear of this thing called...pet play?"

As they departed from their office, Henderson's face widened at hearing Gerald's idea. A dozen thoughts ran through his head, but the most central of them was the joy he felt flowing from his heart. Finally his best friend in the world was even closer than ever, and somehow Gerald looked happier than before with his new role.