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Wanted

The Agency is seeking driven, enthusiastic individuals to enjoy and exercise in the carnal pleasures of life for a temporary construction worker's contract with an opportunity for permanent employment. Must be willing, eager and above the age of 18 or 21 depending on their state or country's definition of 'minority'. This job opening required the following prerequisites:

• Full knowledge of M/M content

• Willing to be exposed to homosexual content

• Appreciation of the male, muscular form

• Willingness to be exposed to plenty of semen.

In return, the Agency is offering:

• Intense, pleasurable muscle growth

• Transformation and alteration of the physical body

• Growth and development of male genitalia

Full training is provided as are a full set of uniforms and clothing.

Apply now!

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The Agency: Career Building

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Application: Contracted Builder

Anthony McGuffey never thought it would come to this.

After months of gruelling job searching, constantly being turned down by interviewers, getting the cold shoulder from recruiters and - god forbid - being ignored entirely, the 24 year old red head was on his last ropes. His nest egg was finally starting to trickle down to the point where any penny pinching he did barely squeezed out a penny at all.

It had been over a year since he had last had a job. He spent the first two months 'enjoying his freedom' before diving back in to the workforce, trying to find someone who would employ a fresh out of university, bachelor of arts who only ever worked at a MacDonald's.

Now, here he was, practically on his hands and knees, crawling up to a job agency. For a long time, he had always believed that he could find his own job but after ten months of futile hunting, he was desperate.

"After this," he told himself, "I can only go one step lower."

And that was crawling back to his parents.

That was the last thing he wanted to do but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He glanced up at the sign dangling above his head.

It was bland, not really that impressive.

All it said was 'The Agency' in big, black letters on a field of white. Anthony wiped his brow, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. The blistering heat cast a glare into the office beyond the windows, making them appear completely white.

What did he have to lose? It was the only agency in town that didn't charge commission. At least as far as he knew. Somewhere in the contract, he just knew he would have to pay up. But Anthony was always a guy who lived in the present. 'Eventually' was too far away to worry about now.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing his pride, Tony pushed the door open, a soft chime ringing in his ears.

It felt like he had stepped into a surreal alternate universe. All the walls were just white and the floor was lush with white carpet. Even the ceiling was painted meticulously in white. The only break in the otherwise overwhelming emptiness was the black-suited man who sat behind a - naturally - white desk. Strangely, despite the absence of dark colours, the office was surprisingly cool.

"Come in," the man said. It was no surprise with his blinding surroundings that the man wore a pair of silver, wrap-around sunglasses. His jet-black hair was pulled back in the typical, sleek businessman's style. Perhaps the only thing that broke his severe appearance was the golden streaks running from his temples.

Anthony gulped loudly and approached. "Um... Hi... I'm Anthony McGuffey. I'm here to see a..." He quickly checked the sticky note attached to his black folder containing all his documents. "... Jacob Reaper?"

The man stood, his movements completely soundless and his build hidden by the pristine, black suit he wore. The ebony shirt underneath his jacket was almost invisible against the darkness of the rest of his attire with only his red tie to cleave down the middle of his upper torso. "I am Jacob Reaper. Have a seat, Mr. McGuffey."

Anthony felt a shiver down his spine at the mention of his name. "Right..." He sat down on the white chair he nearly missed. It was almost invisible in the plane of white. "Um... So... I -"

"I believe I have the perfect job for you, Mr. McGuffey," Reaper said which was odd seeing as Anthony had just set the appointment an hour ago and hadn't sent his resume yet. That piece of paper seemed to be burning in the shoulder bag, a remnant from his college days.

The man sat back down and pulled a folder from one of the cabinets on his desk. As he opened it, Anthony tried to take a peek but Reaper deftly flipped it upwards, protecting it from his gaze.

"It is only a temporary position, however," Reaper continued. "A six month contract. Boasts excellent personal development if you do not mind a bit of manual labour. Excellent pay. Potential to go onto a permanent position. Plenty of fringe benefits as well."

The lack of detail didn't pass Anthony but he was desperate. "What kind of job is it?"

"Construction."

He winced. "I don't know if you've seen, Mr. Reaper, but I'm not exactly built for that kind of manual labour." He waved his noodle-like limbs for emphasis.

"You mistake the job opening." Only then did Reaper set down the folder, turn it towards Anthony and push it towards him. "The foreman is seeking an assistant. Sadly, he is not one geared towards accountancy and numbers. I believe you mentioned you took up accounting in a -"

"'Brief bout of idiocy'," Anthony finished with a soft laugh. "That was meant to be my icebreaker."

"It clearly left an impression on Mr. Sullivan." Reaper took the folder back. "He simply requires you to balance the budget, work the schedules and rotations, ensure that supplies are ordered on time and essentially be his assistant while he oversees the actual building. Oh and..." Reaper ran his finger under one particular line. "'Get mah damn computer to read 'e-males'. And he misspelled 'mail'."

That did buy him a laugh but still...

Anthony stared at his scrawny, soft hands with no signs of a callous. He could just see those big, hairy construction workers mocking him for having 'girly hands'. "I don't know... Me in construction...? I'd stick out like a sore thumb..."

"Did I mention the office has air-conditioning?"

"Sold."

Orientation: Laying the Foundation

The sounds of drills, jackhammers and all sorts of heavy machinery filled the air with a sort of harsh, mechanical life. Leaving the hard, concrete of the sidewalk to stand upon the soft but dry mush of dirt felt like stepping into an entirely different world with only a thin, wire mesh wall to separate them.

Anthony was somewhat surprised to see that most of the workers were not quite human. The majority of the workers either sported fur or scales. Those that didn't were covered in such thick body hair that they might as well have been enormous, muscular gorillas. That really didn't surprise him. With their superior bulk and specialised build, most species were pigeonholed into specific jobs.

Athletic species like wolves, canines, big cats and horses mostly went into sports. Species with higher brain powers like any from the primate range or cetacean made excellent doctors or politicians. Small species like smaller cats and canines, rodents or even otters made excellent businessmen. While there generally weren't any stereotypes, people still had some part in the backs of their head that placed certain species into certain roles.

Not surprisingly, the construction site was packed with enormous, muscular men.

But true to Anthony's thoughts, not all of them were 'genetically built' to be a construction worker. A huge, cheetah cheerily passed by, whistling a nameless tune with one sack of concrete under his arm and the other on his shoulder. Shirtless save for some denim overalls, his bulk was incredibly impressive. His bubble butt seemed almost ready to tear through the seat of his pants.

"Stare too long and you just might get to see what's underneath all that denim!"

Anthony gave a short gasp and spun.

A broad, set of fangs greeted him.

"Whoa!"

The thick yet silky smooth jet-black fur matted slightly with sweat barely contained coiled and bulky muscle. Pulsing veins crisscrossed a thick neck and broad shoulders tampered perfectly into an hourglass figure to sport the enormous spherical wonders that bounced on this woman's chest.

"I get that a lot," the panther said, tossing the long coils of red hair back. She held out her paw, barely needing to lift her arm to get Anthony to give it a shake. The crushing grip almost made Anthony whimper. "The name's Vanessa. People around here call me 'V', 'Van', 'Nessa' but never Nessy." She winked at him, briefly shutting out a bright, yellow eye. "Got that?"

"Yes, ma'am," he stammered as she let go of his hand.

She took a step back away from him, placing her paws on her hips. Her appraising gaze was slightly unnerving. "So you must be the new guy, huh?"

Compared to a giant like her and under that scrutinising gaze, she almost felt like she was about to get eaten. "Yeah... Anthony McGuffey."

Beaming, the panther reached over and shook his hair lightly. "Right! You must be the temp from the Agency! Welcome aboard!"

"Yeah... That's me."

Her thick, muscular arm wrapped around his shoulders, those enormous breasts rubbing against his cheek and bringing a burning blush to his face. She pulled him towards the steel skeleton of the building they were constructing.

"You'll be working with Sully," she said brightly. "His firm is responsible for all the construction of the place so ultimately, the guys under him call the shots."

"You don't work for him?"

Vanessa shrugged. "Nah. I'm just a contractor. Once we get the foundation of the building done and most of the floors, I'm out of here and off to my next great adventure!" She flashed him another one of her toothy smiles and even gave him the 'peace' sign.

"Nice," he commented, finding is blush fading away. As she straightened and her overalls stretched to fit her mass, he asked, "What exactly are you building?"

"Some sort of skyscraper or something." She gave him another careless shrug. "It's a big city. People want more office space. Probably another building lots of people can work in. Don't rightly know."

"Okay..." Anthony murmured. He was starting to feel less and less confident about his skills to become the accountant for this enormous project. Countless possibilities flooded into his mind.

What if he miscalculated the concrete amounts? Will the foundation crumble?

What if he forgot to make sure the employees were paid? Will they go on strike and leave the building unfinished?

What if he was walking around one day without a hardhat and someone dropped some bricks on his head?

Thunk.

Something heavy landed on his head.

"Aaaaah!" he cried, ducking and covering his head with both his hands. Smooth plastic met his palms instead of wavy, dark red hair. Glancing upwards, he found Vanessa grinning down at him, one eyebrow raised.

"You need one of those around here," she said with a laugh. With one, mighty paw, she pulled him to his feet. "Come on! You still gotta meet Sully."

Anthony found himself getting dragged over to a large portable office; the kind that could be carted around the city on a truck pulled by a car and then assembled on site. More or less like a large trailer. Vanessa pushed open the door and allowed Anthony to take a step inside. Much to his relief, the air-conditioned environment provided such sweet relief from the hot sun and humid air. Plus, the smell of working men in the air was gone, replaced instead by the scent of pine leaves.

The office seemed to have been separated into three different sections. The room he was currently in was littered with papers. Filing cabinets were overflowing with paperwork. Pens lay wantonly on the floor and the sole metal desk was buried under invoices that it was barely visible. About ten feet away from him was a door with the words 'G. M. Sullivan' drawn in black letters. Beside that same door was a plain, white, wooden door that remained closed.

"I guess this'll be where you'll be working!" Vanessa announced cheerily. "Sorry about the mess though. Sully wasn't that good at keeping things tidy. He did good by us though but with a big project like this, we pretty much need to stay organised." She patted him on the back, nearly propelling him halfway across the room. "But you'll do fine."

"Is that his office?" he asked, coughing slightly. He pointed at the named room.

"Sure is!" She cupped her paws around her muzzle. "Hey! Sully! Your saviour is here!"

Anthony blushed. His eyes turned towards the white door, however. "What's that room?"

"That? Oh Sully lives onsite. He works late hours to keep all the numbers in check and with all the paper work lying around here, you can imagine he doesn't have the time to drive all the way to his apartment. So he just stays here."

"That's dedication..."

"Sure is." Even louder than before, Vanessa shouted, "Sully! Get your lazy ass out here!"

A gruff, sharp growl erupted from beyond the room. "I'ma comin'! Hold yer horses!"

"That's something coming from you," Vanessa muttered softly.

It took what seemed like five minutes before Mr. Sullivan emerged from his office.

Anthony was taken a full step back.

Sullivan was enormous. In fact, he was so broad shouldered that he had to slide through the door one shoulder at a time. He even had to duck under the doorway! Shirtless and wearing only a pair of denim shorts that cut off halfway up his thighs, the titanic rhino was dripping in sweat and seemed to have compressed the stink of construction and hot, sweaty men all into one, gargantuan, muscular alpha male.

He lumbered over to them, his posture slightly hunched as he meandered around the multitude of cabinets and piles of paper strewn all over the office. Every step he took shook the tiny - at least in comparison to him - office. His right thigh, as thick as a tree-trunk and as corded as the wires of a suspension bridge, knocked over one such pile.

"Sonofabitch!" he growled, sharp, green eyes flashing.

He twisted around, that perfect twelve-pack gyrating with every slight movement. The droplets of sweat that rolled off his thick hide slipped and slid over every mountain on his enormous form like kids on a waterslide.

"Sorry 'bout the cussin', kid," Sullivan grunted, offering him a lopsided grin. He stuck out a hand that would have taken Anthony's entire wrist. "Name's Gregory Mathias Sullivan. Guys 'round 'ere jus' call me 'Sully'."

Anthony shook the monster's hand. "Anthony McGuffey." His mind and masculinity screamed at him to make up some sort of macho name to at least gain some ground. "I get called 'Tony' from time to time."

He nearly kicked himself for that.

He hated that name. During his entire educational career, he was teased and taunted for being... well... small. He was small of frame, small of height and - as his girlfriend of one date found out - small in terms of endowment. Barely at 5'3'' and with limbs that made him look like blew in the direction of the wind, he earned the name 'Tiny Tony' during his life. It was worse when the girls realised just how 'tiny' he was.

"Pleased ta meetcha, Tony," Sully said with his lopsided grin. "This'll be yer office. Erm..." He let go of Tony's hand, seemingly blushing under his grey hide. "Sorry 'bout ta mess..."

"It's alright," Anthony answered, waving away the apology. "I guess I'll make cleaning this place up my first priority, huh?"

"Off to a running start already!" Vanessa laughed, patting Anthony's back. "Good on you, Tony!"

Sully suddenly threw her a pointed stare. "Aren't ya meant ta be checkin' da foundations?"

She gave her boss what must have been the feline version of the puppy-dog point. "Awww... But I wanted to make sure the new kid is all settled in."

Sully bounded past Tony, his enormous bulk knocking over more stacks of paper. Vanessa laughed, emitting an uncharacteristically girlish squeal before leaping out of the office. Sully slammed the door behind her, his grin still firmly in place.

"Bitch," he chuckled softly. "She'll do anythin' ta get outta work."

Turning his bright, green eyes back towards Anthony, the rhino placed his hands on his hips before lifting one and holding up three fingers.

"I jus' got three rules fer ya, Tony."

"Shoot."

For a second, Sullivan blinked a few times then shook his head. "Right. Rule numba one: get the job done, get paid. Ya'll be in charge of da accounts. So ya make sure ya pay all them boys out there." He hiked his free hand over his shoulder. "I run an honest ship. Keep it thata way."

"No problem."

"Rule numba two: ya got a beef with 'nother boy, ya bring it ta me. I dun wanna have ta tear two guys apart, ya hear?"

"Loud and clear."

"An' rule three," he lowered his voice to menacing levels, "Never go through dat door. Got it?"

He pointed at the white door that no doubt let to Sullivan's personal quarters.

"Got it," Anthony confirmed.

Sullivan straightened, grinning in his lopsided way. "Kay then. Let's get ya introduced to da boys and then it's your first day!"

Training: Safety Procedures

Anthony was never a very good accountant.

He was never good at math at all.

In fact, the only math he ever knew was 'Anthony McGuffey + Math = Universe ÷ Zero

Just looking at the countless sheets of numbers, equations and spreadsheets made his head spin. The good news was, he spent a good three days just getting the office neat and tidy. It took so long because every time Sully came back into the office, he would knock over a pile of papers, a filing cabinet or some other stack of important documents that would set Anthony back a couple more hours.

However, by the fourth day, he was done cleaning and it was finally time to start doing some math.

"Alright..." he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "You can do this. How hard is it to add two and two together?"

Naturally, it wasn't that easy. With so much equipment coming in and out not to mention resources being needed, it was hard to remember each little variable. Every time he thought he was close to balancing the budget, he'd just remember that other thing that would throw his calculations off.

It took him the better part of the day just to get the pay checks sorted out. The good news was, the crew was very diligent in their times. None of them ever forgot to clock off and all of them were very precise in their working hours. A few minutes over here and there wasn't so bad.

At least with one thing accomplished, he stood up and carried the documents over to Sully's office.

He gave the glass a few short knocks.

"Mr. Sullivan? I've got the employee payment reports ready for you to look over."

...

No reply.

"Mr. Sullivan?" he knocked again. He reached for the door, twisting the doorknob ever so slightly.

"Not now, Tony!"

He let out a short 'eep' and jumped back from the door. The booming voice shook him to the core, his ears ringing slightly from the blast. The shellshock wore off a few moments later but he was still horrified.

"One thing you should know about, old Sully."

Turning around, he found a tall, jet-black wolf with greying temples leaning against the doorway. His bright, sapphire-blue eyes were filled with youthful mirth even if the lines on his face showed age. Or perhaps it was wisdom. Either way, his aging appearance did nothing to take away from his very impressive physique which rivalled even Sullivan's.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Dayton," the wolf answered, grinned, flashing perfectly white teeth. "Dayton Summers." He pushed off the wall, the tight white shirt he wore straining with the sweat stains clearly outlining the thick muscles beneath. "Senior supervisor. Coincidentally a contractor and good friend of V."

It took him a moment to remember who 'V' was.

"Oh! You mean Vanessa!"

"Sure do," Dayton answered, striding forward and sweeping up some of the papers on the floor. Anthony hadn't even realised he had dropped any of the sheets in his hand. A short, panicking, 'eep' escaped him and he immediately scrambled to order his employee records.

"Thanks..."

"No problem." Dayton handed him the sheets. "And about Sully, just remember that you absolutely cannot disturb him between 1 and 2."

Anthony cocked his head to the side. "Why not?"

The massive wolf shrugged. "It's just a rule."

"Really?" He raised one eyebrow. "Mr. Sullivan said there were only three rules..."

"Right. 'Get the job done, get paid.' 'Ya got a beef with 'nother boy, ya bring it ta me' and no one goes in there." Dayton did a very impressive Sullivan impression. "But Sully doesn't like being disturbed right after lunch. Don't know why. No one does. Might be because he's in there watching some sort of soap opera or maybe he's pawing off." Dayton winked slyly. "The guys and I have a running bet that it's actually the first."

Anthony offered the wolf a sidewards smirk. "You know it's probably the second, right?"

"Yeah but the girls called dibs on that." The wolf shrugged absently. "I'm hoping that because he's always out on 2 on the dot, it's because his show is done. Anyway..." He stood, thick, thigh muscles stretching. "Pleasure to meet you... Anthony was it?"

Nodding, Anthony shook the wolf's paw. "Yeah. Thanks for the help, Dayton."

Beaming, the wolf said, "Hey, I usually work out at the gym down the street. If you've got time after 5, it'd be cool to have a spotter."

A light blush touched Anthony cheeks. "I'm really not much of a gym goer..."

"No time like the present to start!" That smile was ridiculously infectious and Anthony found himself mirroring Dayton's smile. "Come on! It'll stop everyone on the field making fun of you."

A feeling like a thousand pinpricks running up his spine caused Anthony to go rigid. "They make fun of me?"

The wolf lifted his pawn, leaving his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. "Just a little."

Anthony's eyes drifted to the left to where the shiny surface of a metallic filing cabinet reflected his scrawny appearance. Maybe it was just how the cabinet twisted his appearance to look like a two-dimensional twig that would vanish if he ever turned to the right but going to the gym suddenly didn't sound like such a bad idea...

So, on five o'clock on the dot after giving Sullivan a resources report, he bolted out of the construction yard and found Dayton waiting for him with a heavy, black, gym bag slung over one shoulder. The construction worker was still wearing his fluorescent vest over his white, sweaty shirt covered in specks of dust. The pair of denim pants he wore were barely big enough to cover the length of his long legs let alone their width.

Just looking at him planted second thoughts in Anthony's mind.

"I... Um... I just remembered," he said. "I don't have any gym clothes..."

"It's okay," Dayton answered, nodding towards the gym. "They've got an equipment store in there. We'll get you some new gym stuff while we're there."

Considering his budget, Anthony wasn't so sure that a one-time gym entry fee and some equipment he would barely be using would be a wise investment. His protests fell on deaf ears, however, as Dayton cheerily made his way across the street. The cars that zoomed by slowed respectfully at the massive wolf's bulk. Anthony tried crossing himself but he only got angry honks and even a few people shoving their heads out of the windows and throwing a string of curses his way.

Dayton strode through the doors with an overbearing confidence that oozed out of him like sweat. Anthony fantasised that if he could lap up some of that salty man-sweat, he might just grow a pair. He sincerely thought he needed it when he passed through those same glass doors and found himself in a world of sweat, grunts and heart-pumping pop music.

The big wolf leaned over the counter. "Hey Mach. My friend here is new. Can we sign him up?"

Anthony held his hands up. "Oh no. I'm not here for a membership. I -"

The wolf just flashed him a grin. "Dude. Come on. You can't just expect to come to the gym once and suddenly get fit. It's a commitment." He turned back to the guy over the counter. "Six months."

Getting at least one friend seemed a lot more appealing than spending the rest of his six month contract alone and being quietly criticised by the other workers. Conceding almost felt like the vast majority of his brain cells had devolved into muscle. It was worse when Dayton brought him over to the equipment store and bought him a red sleeveless shirt and gym shorts. The jockstrap was complimentary but he decided to go against that.

When he looked at himself in the gym mirrors, he suddenly had a flashback to the days when he was the scrawny kid whose pubescent growths were transferred to the jocks in a horrible twist of fate. The shirt seemed so big that he looked more like a big, red bell with his arms the strings holding them up. He was halfway tempted to tucking them into his shorts since they almost reached the rim of his shorts.

"I think these are a little big for me..." he said, stuffing his work clothes into his bag.

"You'll grow into them," Dayton answered, patting his back. Dressed in his own sleeveless shirt that nearly vanished in the valleys of his muscles and shorts that looked more like underwear, he struck an intimidating figure that made Anthony's balls shrink. "Come on. I'm feeling like it's a chest day today!"

Muttering his consent, Anthony followed Dayton into the gymnasium itself. They surprisingly found a bench press and Dayton let Anthony have the first go.

The bar was ridiculously heavy and it was just the bar!

"Straighten your arms and make sure that it's above your nipples," Dayton advised, looming over him. "So tell me about yourself, Tony. Any family?"

"Mom... and dad..." he grunted after his fifth rep. "No siblings."

"You live with them?"

"N - No... Live by... my... gah!"

"Come on man! Four more! Make it a nice, round twelve."

Anthony took a deep breath, pushing for his eighth. "I... I... I live by myself..."

"Too bad. I got a son and grandson. My son's a good boy. Little bit of a worrywart but he's always does the right thing. Now my grandson... whoo-boy..." Dayton rolled his eyes, a smile on his muzzle and a light shake of his head. "Can't believe my son's seed made him. Seriously, the things that boy gets too..."

"I... wouldn't... know..." His voice went incredibly high-pitched. Thankfully, Dayton saved him and set the bar back. Relieved, Anthony practically rolled off the bench and slouched forward, his chest feeling a rather light burn but his shoulders suffering the most.

There wasn't enough energy in him to show surprise as Dayton applied about a hundred pounds worth of weight on to the bar. As the big wolf began to lift the enormous weight without breaking a sweat, he continued chatting.

"So any plans for a family, Tony?"

"Huh? No. Too young."

"Heh, Sully would say the same thing. He got married when he was twenty, you know. Had a kid. But he lost his family three years ago."

Anthony managed to straighten, regarding Dayton curiously. "They died? How?"

Dayton finished his set, patting the bar and letting Anthony slide back underneath the bar. After the excess weights were pulled off, Anthony began lifting the bar, trying to focus of Dayton's words to avoid the pain.

"Car crash." The wolf shrugged absently. "Sully says they really weren't that happy. Married too early, he says. Not enough money. No real career. Caring for a kid. It was too much for either of them. The mom, one day, decides to take the kid on a car ride and then wrap themselves around a tree."

Anthony flinched and the bar came crashing down. Dayton was quick on the draw, catching it before it did any permanent damage.

"She killed them both?"

Dayton nodded sadly. "Life's not fair. Poor kid was only about nine years old. Probably never knew what was happening."

"And Sully...? How's he taking it?"

"He's moved on." Dayton patted the bar and Anthony switched with him. "Hell, he talks about it so casually now. I think it still hurts somewhere inside but it's been three years. He's gotten over her."

Anthony shook his head. "Still... Poor kid..."

"Poor kid," Dayton repeated.

Development: Blueprints

It was 1:45 pm and Anthony was hungry.

However, he had spent most of the morning looking over the delivery records for supplies and their budget. He thought he finally had most of it balanced out but he didn't want to go to lunch until after he had shown the accounts to Sully.

Dayton mentioned that his boss got out at precisely 2 pm so fifteen minutes waiting didn't seem such a long time.

Of course, fifteen minutes on an empty stomach would be an eternity.

He absently began biting at his pencil and went over his calculations one more time. After he made a few corrections concerning the cement mixers and steel, he looked up at the time.

1:47 pm.

"Son of a..." he muttered.

Frustrated, he decided to try and get a start on looking over the past expense trends so he could possibly run a forecast of the future expenses. Just thinking about what he was doing gave him a mental kick. Some subconscious version of him held a megaphone to his ears and shouted, 'This is so boring!'.

After looking over one day, he dared a glance at the clock again.

1:48 pm.

"For the love of..." He took a deep breath and just kept repeating, "Twelve more minutes" over and over again. The repletion worked its way into his writing and after he concluded that they 'needed to hire more workers to meet the deadline in twelve more minutes, twelve more minutes, twelve more minutes', he decided to stop right there and just take to staring at the sheet until it started making sense again.

When the numbers started to get all mixed into a slurry that looked mysteriously like a club sandwich, he glanced at the clock again.

1:47 pm.

"What the -?" He shook his head, coming to the conclusion he was delirious from the hunger.

Getting to his feet and swiping up his summary, he decided that if Sully was still busy, he'd just go in, drop the papers on his boss' desk and run out. Soap opera or not, he would be quiet as a mouse. Some confidence slipped into him and he puffed out his chest, filling his ego with the idea that he had gotten bigger over the past two weeks after working out with Dayton.

At least he was off the bar with the bench presses.

He strode with a degree of confidence over to Sully's door.

"Mr. Sullivan," he said, twisting the doorknob. "I've just got something for you to look -"

"Damnit, Tony!"

Anthony let a loud cry of shock and slammed the door behind him. His eyes wide in horror, he bolted straight towards his desk, dropped off his summary and seized his lunch. He was out of the office so fast that he never saw Vanessa and slammed right into her.

"Whoa there, sport!" she laughed, her mighty paws keeping him from stumbling. "Where's the fire?"

"I - I - I... um..."

"I heard a girl scream in there," she said, hiking a thumb at the office. "Was that you?" she asked with a sly grin. "Did something scare you?"

He couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't lead to any sort of innuendo so instead, he just said, "You girls win."

Then, he bolted past her and tried to push the day into the deep recesses of his mind.

Sadly... By the next day things became just as complicated. He hadn't spoken to Sully all day and the two didn't even share their customary grunt good morning when Anthony arrived that morning. Although, Sully did blush lightly before retreating to his office. When lunch time came sneaking up on him, he glanced at the clock.

Confirming that it was 12:45, he decided that he would give his report to Sully and then be off to lunch for an hour.

"Just got to finish these," he said, tapping his forecast reports.

After he finished carrying the ones, he stapled his report, grinned to himself and got up. Straightening his back, he marched with the utmost confidence to Sully's office and pushed open the door.

"Fuck! Don't you knock!?"

This time, Anthony made a conscious decision not to scream like a little girl. Still, he slammed the door shut behind him, breathing heavily and with his face burning bright red.

When he looked at the clock, it sat at 1:15, mocking him.

"I hate you," he growled at it.

Thankfully, Friday was the next day and this time, Anthony had a plan.

The night before, he completed as much of his report as he could. It would take too long to justify the need for fresh new contractors once the old contractors' finished but with his estimates, they wouldn't finish the building within the six months that they had projected. At least not without extra help. So, once he was satisfied he could finish the job early in the morning he left and attended his daily workout session with Dayton which he was starting to thoroughly enjoy.

The following day, his plan reached fruition.

By 11:30, he was done with the report.

"Alright!" he announced, rising to his feet and dusting himself off.

For the third time that week, he marched over to Sully's office, head held high and a proud smile on his face. He seized the doorknob and pushed it open.

Splat!

...

The good news is... his face wasn't blasted with gruff, curses.

It was blasted with white, creamy, rhino seed.

A moment passed where he just stood there... stunned.

Also for the third time that week, Anthony caught Sully lying naked on his broad, metal desk, huge, 16 inch rhino cock out, erect and with his enormous, beautiful muscles covered in sweat. Only this time, he had arrived just at climax.

"Shit!" Sully exclaimed, leaping off his desk. "Tony! Why doncha knock!?" The office quaked a little when those huge feet landed.

He felt slightly insulted that the blame was being shifted on him. Wasn't there a rule against jacking off during work hours?

"I would have had you put up a sign saying 'do not disturb'!" he protested. "Why are you even doing this at 11 in the morning!? Don't you do this after 1?"

Sully stared at him incredulously as he seized a handful of tissues. "What? I'm meanta hav' a schedule on when I blow mah load?" He approached Anthony, making the young man retreat a step. Sully, however, seized his shoulder in one massive hand and began wiping the cum off his face. "'Sides, ah wus only doin' it earlier 'cuz you were bustin' in on me ev'ry time."

"With all due respect, Mr. Sullivan," Anthony said, grimacing as the tissue just ended up rubbing the seed into his skin. He snatched the tissue from his boss and swiped it off, absently grimacing at the splotches of cum that had landed on his shirt. "This really isn't proper workplace behaviour."

Sully sighed heavily and sat back on his desk. The metal groaned and protested under his gargantuan weight. "Yeah, ah know. It's jus..."

The look in his eyes somehow dug into Anthony's memories, retrieving the conversation he had with Dayton about Sully's marriage not being quite so... perfect.

"Right," he said, straightening himself. "Let's just forget this whole thing happened, alright?"

Sully lifted his large hand into the air. "Sure. Sorry again, Tony."

"It's no problem." Tony placed his report on Sully's desk. "Just... tell me you're going on your 'break' or something so I know, alright?"

That lopsided smile returned and what tension remained in the air dissipated. "Thanks."

Anthony couldn't help but return a small smile. Suddenly at ease with his very naked boss, he felt he needed an exit line that would seem both friendly but at the same time professional. Something that said, 'I have to go, buddy. And don't worry, seeing you naked totally doesn't make me lose respect for you, sir'

The perfect line came to him. "It's about lunch time. Want to join me?"

Of course, he was expecting Sully to say, 'No, ah still gotta get cleaned up.'

Instead...

"Sure. Jus' let me put somethin' on and let's hit mah favourit' burger joint just down da street."

Oh...

Ten minutes later, Sully - smelling of sweat and sex - stepped out of his office dressed in only a white, sleeveless shirt and a pair of tan cargo pants that looked about ready to explode at the crotch. He flashed Anthony a grin as he ran his meaty fingers through his short, blonde hair. "Aight', ready buddy?"

Anthony regarded the packed sandwich he had resting just out of sight. It was tuna. Just like the past two weeks, it was tuna. His budget still didn't allow him any luxuries but he was sick of eating shredded fish swimming in brine.

"Yes, sir."

Walking out of the office with Sully beside him felt a little awkward as he had never really gotten to know Sully except for the gossip from both Dayton and Vanessa. Still, as he passed the other workers and they gave Sully a few friendly greetings, he was a little surprised to find others were actually wishing him a good lunch as well. He returned the greetings with a few nervous smiles and waves.

"So, tell me 'bout yerself, Tony," Sully said, shoving his massive hands into the pockets of his pants. The fabric almost tore there and then. "Haven't really had ah chance ta talk since ya joined. Sorry 'bout that. Been really busy."

"I can tell," Anthony chuckled softly.

Sully gave him a surprisingly light nudge with his elbow. "Smartass."

"It'll take that as a compliment," Anthony answered with a soft chuckle. "Anyway... I'm arts major. Took some accounting. Live by myself. Nothing much else."

"Any siblin's?"

"No. Only child."

"Where're yer parents if ya dun mind me askin'."

"In the suburbs," he answered with a dismissive shrug. "Don't really talk to them. I used to be really close with my dad but then when I moved out, we sort of just drifted apart."

"And yer mom?"

Again he gave a soft shrug with a soft 'eh'. "Don't know really. I mean, I guess I love her but she was always just there, you know? Never really got to know her." He avoided the temptation to ask about Sully's family, knowing full well what a sensitive subject it would have been.

They arrived at the store which looked like a burger restaurant catering for those who worked in high-rise buildings. There were suits everywhere and stepping into the cool, air-conditioned dining area dressed in nothing but a white shirt with some brand on it and some khaki pants made him feel very self-conscious. He couldn't imagine how Sully felt.

Strangely, the big rhino wandered easily towards the counter and flagged down the waiter. He ordered 'the usual' for himself and Anthony.

"Um... What's the usual...?"

Sully gave him his trademark, lopsided grin. "Nice, meaty burger fer ah growin' boy like yerself." He gave Anthony a very light punch on the shoulder. "Heard ya wus hittin' da weights with Dayton. Need as much protein as ya can get."

Anthony was about to argue about the nutritional benefits of tuna sandwiches when Sully said the magic words that washed away all complaints.

"'Sides, ah'm payin'."

Sweet.

The burger was called 'Man's Meat' and that was a name well-earned. Between two, large sesame buns was a thick, grilled chicken breast and crisp, fresh, shredded lettuce. To keep the lettuce from being alone, two slices of juicy tomato were placed on top. A healthy serving of a sweet tomato sauce and mustard was used to bind the tomatoes to a huge slab of angus-grade beef. Atop the beef was a large clump, of gooey, cheddar cheese with slices of bacon and grilled onions to top it all off.

"Whoa..." was all Anthony could say.

"Dig in, buddy," Sully chuckled. "Man up." He added the last with a sly wink.

Anthony only took about three bites when he couldn't take anymore. Unwilling to show any sort of weakness in front of his boss, he set down the burger and said, "So, how long have you been a construction worker?"

"Long enough," Sully answered, nodding as he chomped on the gargantuan meal. "Dinna get this bod jus' from hittin' the gym, ya know." To emphasise his point, he flexed his bicep. The veins that crossed over that mound looked almost like a full grown tree. "If yer serious 'bout buildin' up some bulk, ya should try helpin' 'round the place. Stayin' cooped up in da office can't be all good fer ya."

Thinking about their shortage of staff, Anthony was pretty sure any help he could give would be useful even if it was only a little. Besides, if he made himself worthwhile, maybe he could use Sully as part of his non-existent network of contacts. If ever he was down on his luck again, maybe Sully could use another accountant-slash-construction worker.

The added health benefits wouldn't be too bad either.

"Sure," he answered. "When do I sign up?"

---

Job Satisfaction: Reaching for the Sky

Anthony had to revise his former list of known mathematical equations.

On top of 'Universe Ending Equation' he had to add 'Unholy Agonising Formula of Near Death'

The second equation consisted of:

(A + B x C)^D = E

Where 'A' was Anthony McGuffey, 'B' was Accounting Work, 'C' was Construction Work and 'D' was Dayton's workout routine.

Lastly, 'E'...

'E' was exhaustion.

He staggered up the stairs to his second floor apartment in the city, groaning softly with every, agonising step. When he finally made it through to his studio apartment, he just staggered over to his bed and collapsed onto the sheets. Exhaustion seethed from his body at an agonisingly slow pace, draining the will to fill his body with food. Plus, the foul taste of Dayton's recommended protein shake still lingered in his mouth.

---

The stench of his own sweat kept him from slipping into a blissful slumber so, with an incredible amount of will, he pulled himself up from his bed and slowly stripped his clothes off. Pulling his shirt off his head was the most painful exercise ever as it seemed to get stuck around his shoulders. With a loud grunt, he managed to slide it off, his sweat seemingly to act like glue to the fabric.

Panting, he regarded himself in the mirror sitting at the foot of his bed. The person staring at him was barely recognisable. It was dark in the apartment and he was delirious from all the work, but he could have sworn he had a firm set of pecs and the makings of a six pack. Shaking the thought away, he pulled off his pants which took even more effort.

There was a sharp pain just above his buttocks that felt like someone had stood on his lower back all day and refused to get off until just recently. Any sort of bend causing him blinding agony. Eventually, he gave up and just settled with his pants unzipped before sliding under the covers and closing his eyes for the night.

In the darkness of his subconscious, he floated weightless and free. Gravity no longer conspired against him to make his body feel like it was made of lead and the pumping blood in his muscles no longer felt like molten lava scorching everything as they passed. There was a dull throbbing in his body but it was pleasurable, warm; like someone was gently massaging him.

The warmth worked its way over his sore chest and over his similarly pained shoulders. Then, it slowly kneaded his arms, making his groan softly. It washed over his chest, its source like a steel that was covered in a soft hide that radiated that same, blissful heat.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and found a pair of green, glistening gems staring back at him.

Their surroundings were absolutely black and Anthony was too tired to care that he was floating in the dark recesses of his mind with Gregory Mathias Sullivan. Hell, he was too tired to really do anything but just lie there. The beautiful, naked form of Sully wrapped those gargantuan arms around his chest and pressed their lips together.

A slick, strong tongue slid into his mouth, gently dancing with his own and undulating with the beat of the rhino's strong heart. The rhino's whole body heaved and swelled as that thick, monstrous 16 inch cock rubbed against Anthony's bare chest. The heat that emanated from it was even more intense but just as welcome.

Their lips parted and Sully gave him that same, cute, lopsided smile.

Those lips found their way towards Anthony's left nipple, making the young man gasp as light pressure was applied to the rim of his nipple. The massive hands of the rhino rolled over his thighs, squeezing his ass and making him groan in pleasure. They found his eight inch cock - the cock he had always wanted - squeezing on the flesh and bringing out a whimper from him.

Sully worked his way down his chest, kissing each of the abs before the tip of Anthony's cock touched thous luscious lips.

"Urgh... Sully..." he groaned.

Suddenly, his cock was wrapped in a soft, wet embrace of the rhino's mouth. Like a gentle vacuum, Sully sucked deep on his cock, drawing the cum from his balls and coaxing him to cum. Unable to control himself any longer, Anthony gave into his lust as began thrusting his hips deep into Sully's throat. He felt the tip of his cock brush the ridges at the back of the rhino's throat, heightening his pleasure.

Sully's powerful hands lifted Anthony's legs to rest on his broad, muscular shoulders. Their rhythm began to increase in pace, Sully's tongue lashing around Anthony's cock and tracing the pulsing veins that filled his cock with so much lust.

Anthony squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing in lust as he found himself teetering on the edge.

"Oh Sully... Fuck... Sully...!"

Something warm suddenly pressed itself against the rim of his ass, teasing the pink, fleshy ring.

"Yes... Oh yes...!" he cried.

That thick finger pressed itself into his hole, bringing a fresh wave of pleasure washing throughout his body like a tidal wave. His entire body arched and a primal cry ripped from his throat.

His rhythm suddenly changed.

Sully would shove his finger deeper into his ass and he would thrust his cock deeper into Sully's muzzle. Sully would then pushed forward, wrapping his muzzle around the base of Anthony's cock and sucking deep.

"Uh... huh... Huh!"

Anthony seized Sully's horns, trying to stabilising himself as his whole body became a quaking, quivering mass of lust. He could barely open his eyes and in the haze of his dream, he saw Sully's beautiful, emerald eyes.

The rhino locked gazes with him...

... and winked.

"FUCK!"

All the heat in Anthony's body pooled straight to his balls before exploding out from his cock in a hot, wave of cum. The phantom Sully vanished with the spray. The shock of the rhino's disappearance woke Anthony from his slumber. The sun was still down and he could feel the hot pool of cum that had collected around him.

Too sleepy and still feeling the exhaustion of the previous day, Anthony just cuddled up to a pillow and left the dream and its consequences for when the sun came up, his throbbing eight inch cock pressed up against the pillow.

Somewhere deep inside him, he knew he was eagerly waiting for the next Sully-related dream.

---

Training: Brickwork

Anthony flopped behind his desk, wiping his brow free of sweat using his gym towel. A soft wince escaped him as the towel brushed against the small sore that had grown on the tip of his nose. Working on the site, hot, sweaty and constantly being beat by dust wasn't very good for his complexion.

He glanced at the clock, grimacing at the time. It was 4:30 in the evening and he still hadn't done his accounting tasks for the day. After a month on the job, he found that most of the monotony of the day could be broken by helping the guys around the site with some small tasks. Bringing tiles to where it was needed, carting bricks and mixing cement all seemed like meagre things to do but it freed up the other workers to do more important things.

At least Dayton and Vanessa appreciated it.

His body was adjusting well to the work as well. The limp noodles that had been his arms had filled out and he was actually starting to see a vein running him from his forearm and to his bicep. When he stripped down in the gym locker rooms, he didn't feel like the stick amongst a forest of massive, steroid-taking trees. The flesh around his palms had started to develop thick calluses and he fancies that his skin in general was starting to thicken up to the constant strain.

His lower back still hurt like hell though.

The only problem with his routine was, sometimes, he got a little too caught up with the construction work and didn't get enough of his accountant's work done.

Another plus side, however, was that he had less and less contact with Sully. If his boss was working on the building with the guys, he would just retreat into the office to do accounting work. If Sully was in the office doing managerial stuff, Anthony would just be outside helping out the guys in what little way he could.

As time went by, the dreams just got more and more intense and the last thing Anthony wanted was to go up to Sully and suddenly pop a boner which was becoming a bit of a habit of his. Sometimes, in his weaker moments, he would even purposefully burst in on Sully's 'alone time' just to catch a glimpse of that amazing cock and body. Sully would just laugh it off and Anthony would be in and out of there so fast that he might have actually left and afterimage at one point.

But today, Sully had been in the office the whole day and that meant Anthony was outside the whole day.

Anthony predicted another late night and picked up his pen. Despite the air-conditioned environment, he felt incredibly sweaty and hot. He slid a finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his neck and letting the hot air seep out. Using a folder as a fan, he cooled himself off a little more, marvelling at how tight his shirt felt around the shoulders and neck.

Sully had been right. Working out at the gym and out on the yard did give him a lot of gains. That and his weekly dose of 'Man's Meat'.

Clearing his head, Anthony went back to work.

It seemed like an eternity before the door to Sully's office sprang open.

The big rhino stepped out, a coat over his shoulder. He blinked a couple of times, startled, and Anthony tried to ignore him and the boner that was starting to grow in the latter's pants.

"Tony? Ya still 'ere?"

"Hey boss," Anthony answered meekly. "Just got more paperwork to do."

"That can wait 'til tomorrow, buddy. Go on, go home."

Looking at the sheets in front of him, it seemed like his handwritting had devolved to a primitive scrawl that he doubted even he could decipher and the scientists of the future could write off as 'alien communication'. Weariness was starting to set in.

"Yeah... You're right." He set his pen down and looked up at his boss. "Hey... You going somewhere?"

Sully shrugged, slipping on his coat. "Yeah. Dayton invited me to ah bar." His eyes suddenly shone. "'Ey, why dun you come with? Bet it'll be fun!"

"We got work tomorrow."

"Eh, ya've been at it hard, buddy. Take tomorrow off and come on. Ah'm payin'."

Those magical words again.

How could he refuse?

So, twenty minutes later, they were entering the hot, heady, beer-soaked room of a local bar. At the far end of the room, a pint of beer in one paw, was Dayton Summers. Sitting with him was another wolf who bore some similarities to him only his hair was a golden blonde and a tuft of thick, chestfur of the same colour stuck out from under his white shirt. Despite it being the middle of the night, the strange wolf wore a pair of silver wrap around glasses that reminded Anthony of someone he had met recently but couldn't quite remember.

Dayton saw them and his features broke into a broad grin. Sully waved and Anthony found himself mirroring the gesture. The two wolves exchanged a few more words before the stranger stood up, his bulk just as impressive as any construction worker's but was far smaller in bulk than Dayton. The blonde was gone before Anthony and Sully arrived, disappearing into the crowd like a dark, lupine ghost.

"Who was that?" Sully asked.

"Someone I know from my other job," Dayton answered, gesturing at the empty booth. "Sit down guys! I'll get the next round!"

"Nah, ah got this one, mate," Sully said, making a gesture towards a barmaid. The busty woman sauntered over and asked for their order. Sully made the order and swaggered away, large rounded butt swinging from side to side. The dance drew the eyes of many guys as she passed but Anthony found himself uninterested.

"You have another job?" Anthony asked, turning towards Dayton. "Where do you find the time?"

"It's nothing special," the big wolf said, waving absently. "I just help out a guy writing stories, that's all."

"You write stories?" The incredulity from both Sully and Anthony was not lost of Dayton who turned away, scratching his cheek absently.

"Well colour me surprised," Sully laughed, giving Anthony a smirk. He hiked a thumb towards Dayton, shaking his head with that same disbelief. "Summers here is ah bona-fide writah!"

Dayton set his empty mug down. "I don't actually write the stories. Just... help edit." The shake of his head ended the conversation. That and the next round of beers. "So, glad to see you guys outside of the workplace. Been a while, huh Sully?"

Sully lounged back, resting one arm around the rim of the booth. Even with his pecs stretched back, they were still clearly visible, his nipples pressing against the strained fabric. The veins along his forearms bulged and Anthony found his own 'arm' stirring. His heart suddenly leapt to his throat, telling him to take his eyes off his boss for a multitude of reasons but strangely enough, he found himself mesmerised by Sully's lip movements.

And the memory of getting a warm splash of cum on his face.

"Sure 'as, mate," Sully answered. "How's da fam'ly?"

"Same old, same old." Dayton made a vague gesture with his mug. "My son is doing great. Him and his mate just celebrated their anniversary."

"Nah-ice. Wolf?"

"Nope. Rottweiler."

"Close e'nuff. What're they doin' ta celebrate?"

Dayton shrugged. "Eh, I'm going to take them back home for a bit. You know, visit the old town. I think my grandson is planning something big but you never know with him." He shook his head absently. "You know, at one point when I asked him if he was crazy, he said he 'got bored of that.'"

When Sully laughed, Anthony felt complied to as well. Some part of him felt like he was tuning his voice directly to match Sully's.

"When are you going to take them?" Anthony asked, finally finding the strength to tear his gaze away from Sully. He mentally commanded himself to take a drink of the beer if only to drown out the strange feelings that were stirring inside of him. However, as he looked into the bubbles of the amber brew, he kept seeing the naked form of his boss, sweaty, gleaming in the light and with muscles flexing from an incredible climax with some real distance behind it.

"As soon as they get their cocks out of each other's ass," Dayton laughed.

He choked, coughing lightly as he struggled to breathe. Seeing his distress, Sully patted his back, those large hands showing surprising gentle control. As the last droplets of beer left his airways, he turned to Dayton incredulously. "Y - You're son is... is...?"

"Gay?" Dayton finished, one eyebrow raised. "Yep."

"But... How'd he...?"

"It's a long, convoluted story for another time," Dayton answered, waving his paw absently. "Besides, nothing wrong with liking cock and the male body. As long as they're good inside, doesn't matter if they have seeds or eggs."

Dayton suddenly felt very foolish. "I suppose so..."

"Ya dun hate gays, do ya Tony?" Sully asked, regarding him with concerned eyes.

He thought quickly. Reflexes took over and he said -

"Nah. They're cool. One of my best friends is gay!"

"Really?" Dayton asked, a strange smirk on his face. "Who?"

In Anthony's head, his mind screamed, 'Shit! He knows!'

How could he hide the fact that he was having lusty thoughts about his boss from the father of a happily gay man?

Striving to preserve his dignity, he said, "Oh... He's really close to me. You probably wouldn't know him. We have the same taste in music and fashion. Known each other practically our whole lives. We're pretty much twins."

"He's not you, is he?"

Crash.

There went every slab of Anthony's supposedly thoughtful deflection tactics. Alarms blared around in his head, screaming at him to get out of there before a band of powerfully build, super-macho construction workers shoved their cocks into his ass and tried to make him straight through brutal anal fucking.

"What?" Sully laughed, beating the table lightly with his fists. He gave Dayton a playful swing to which the wolf ducked. "Yer just full of shit, mate."

Okay... now those alarms switched to 'Kiss Sully and then run away before he was made straight by a horde of testosterone poisoned individuals with repressed homosexual tendencies'.

"Sorry, Anthony," Dayton replied, his blue eyes twinkling. "Just playing with you." The wolf's watch beeped and he gave it a quick glance. "Ah, looks like it's time for me to head off. Gotta make sure my grandson hasn't caused some sort of catastrophe." He stood up and left a hefty wad of cash on the table. "See you tomorrow guys."

Anthony and Sully said their goodbyes and watched Dayton disappear into the crowd.

Suddenly left in a booth with his boss and current wet dream, Anthony found himself completely speechless. Sully lounged back, lifting his pint. Anthony did the same and they toasted to something arbitrary.

"'Ey," Sully said, "What're yer plans afta yer contract is ovah?"

Anthony shrugged absently and took a swing of his beer. "Nothing really. I live in the moment."

"A man afta mah own heart!" Sully laughed. "Live in da moment!" Then his voice grew sullen. "Life's too short."

Feeling that they were sliding into dark, depressing waters again, Anthony said, "So... You work out, right? How come I never see you at the gym?"

Sully flashed him a grin, lifting his biceps and flexing them. For Anthony, his own muscles flexed. "Ah go in da mornin'. Keeps me nah-ice an' awake. Gets ya pumped, ya know?"

"I go in the evenings after work with Dayton," he answered.

"Ah. I dun like going then. Most of da gym junkies are there. I like mah privacy."

The next few words that came out of Anthony's mouth were completely involuntary. "Mind if I join you sometime?"

Sully looked shocked for a moment then he broke into his lopsided grin. "Sure. I'd love that."

Love... he said love!

Anthony's heart skipped a beat and he finished his beer.

"Whoa! Need 'nother one?"

"Um..."

Too late.

Sully called another round and they toasted once more.

"So... Funny how Dayton's son is gay, huh?" Anthony began. "I wonder how the grandson came out."

"Hormones," Sully asked with a shrug. "Sometimes, people jus' do some real stupid stuff when they're young. Makes them regret it their entire lives."

Dark depressing waters again.

"What 'bout you, buddy?" Sully suddenly asked. "Got any girls in yer eyes?"

Girls?

"No. Not any girls," he answered, fighting the blush on his cheeks.

The corners of Sully's mouth twitched slightly. "Oh. Come on, young strappin' buck like ya? Bet da girls are all ovah ya!"

"Nah. I'm just focusing on my career right now." He decided to turn the tables. "What about you? Ever think of getting remarried?"

"Sometimes," Sully answered, shrugging. "Provided the right girl comes 'round." He brought his mug to his lips and then, in the softest whisper, said, "Or guy..."

Anthony's heart fluttered but he didn't want to sound too eager. "Bet you're beating them all off with a stick, right?" He made a gesture at Sully. "Come on, you've got the body of a god! I mean, check out these pecs!"

It was cheesy and he half-expected to get clobbered for it but Anthony actually reached over and squeezed Sully's massive pecs. Just like in his dreams, the muscle was hard and firm. He thought he could feel Sully's heart skip a beat but he was too busy holding his breath waiting for Sully to deck him. When he locked gazes with the rhino however...

... just the way those green eyes were twinkling...

"And I bet you've got killer abs," he continued, running his hands down the washboard abs that were still clearly visible underneath his shirt.

"Yer not lookin' too bad yerself, buddy," Sully replied, closing the gap between them. He leaned forward, their faces just a few inches apart. "You feelin' me up, kid?"

Anthony couldn't help but giggle a little. "Depends. Are you flirting with me?"

Sully's lopsided grin was just so cute. He nodded towards the door. "What'dya say we ditch this bar and go somewhere more private?"

"My place isn't so far from here."

His tail wagging excitedly, Sully jumped out of the booth and practically charged through the crowd, carving a path for them. Anthony, unable to keep himself from grinning, followed him closely. He swiped the cash that Dayton left and headed towards the counter. He handed the wad over to the attendant and eagerly ran towards the door.

"Hey!"

He stopped and spun.

The attendant was waving at him.

He gave Sully a quick apologetic glance before running back towards the attendant.

"What is it?" he asked, a little irked.

The attendant just gave him a toothy grin and handed him two, small, plastic squares with distinct ring-shaped protrusions on their surface.

"This was in the cash you gave me."

Anthony stared at the condoms and remembered who had left them the money.

Grinning, he said, "Thanks."

And bolted after Sully.

---

Appraisal: Heavy Lifting

For a big guy, Sully surprisingly didn't snore.

Anthony thought that after five months on the job including four months of sleeping with his boss, he would have stopped being surprised that his huge, hunk of a man was such a gentleman. As he lay under the sheets of his bed, Sully lying beside him, slumbering quietly, he traced the lines of the rhino's magnificent body with his eyes. Those bright, pink nipples that stuck out from his grey hide were just like big targets and he was eager to play with them but didn't want to wake Sully.

Although, as he had discovered over the past four months, Sully was always at least partially awake.

He grinned down at the hard 16 inches that dripped precum onto his sheets and a shiver ran down his spine. His entire apartment had started to smell of rhino and sex, something he didn't mind at all. In the first few weeks since they began dating, Anthony only every had Sully over for the weekends. But now, months in, they were in each other's arms every day.

And he was loving it.

Quietly, Anthony slipped off the bed and stood up. He stared at the mirror, regarding his reflection in the mirror. The guy looking back at him was way different from the one that had stepped onto that construction site all those months ago. His pecs and abs were now clearly defined and his shoulders had formed into strong mounds. The limp noodles that had been his arms had now become beef steaks and his legs...

Well, suffice to say that last night, his legs were strong enough to support even Sully.

It was strange though. It was just five months since he started working out and already, he was pretty damn hot. Not that he was complaining. He had ruled out that it was the protein shakes that Dayton had given him since he had stopped working out with the wolf since his new workout partner became Sully. Part of him thought it was the copious amounts of rhino cum that he was getting pumped into him.

Whatever the case, he pushed the thought aside and started getting dressed.

Sully woke short after he slipped on his shorts which now hugged his thighs rather nicely.

"Morning," the rhino greeted.

As his form of greeting, Anthony approached his boyfriend and planted a nice, wet kiss on his lips. "Morning."

As he straightened, Sully gave him a sad little smile. "It's your last month."

So it was.

His six month contract was almost over. "Yeah..."

Sully sat up, his hard cock still very much very hard. "So lis'n... I was thinkin'... Ya've been a great help 'round da site. Da office nev'r looked bettah. We're way und'r budget. All da guys love ya." He flashed that cute grin of his and hiked a thumb at his chest. "'specially this guy."

Anthony sat down and took Sully's hands in his. "Gregory Mathias Sullivan... Get to the point."

"What'dya say to staying on 'til the buildin's finished, huh?" Sully asked, his eyes turning a little pleading. "I mean, why not, right? We can afford ta pay ya."

His heart skipped a beat. It was almost like getting married.

"Fuck yes!"

He threw himself at Sully, the two of them going down in a laughing heap.

Their lips met like they had so many times before, their tongues sliding into each other's mouths with practised ease. Anthony pressed his weight down onto Sully's enormous bulky, squeezing the rock-hard muscles that bulged out of his boyfriend's body. His mind reeled, unable to fully comprehend just how happy and lucky he was. A soft growl emerged from his throat as he sat up, his legs pinning Sully's broad chest.

A cheesy grin on his face, Anthony quickly tore off his shirt, showing off his own impressive torso.

Sully's coarse hands ran over his sensitive nipples, sending a shudder rippling throughout his entire body. "Fuck, you're getting nice and big, Tony."

"That's because I've got such a great role model." Anthony bent down, planting his lips on the mound that was Sully's right shoulder. He ran his tongue over that rough hide, absolutely loving the contours the muscles made underneath its tough exterior. A vein bulged against his tongue and he followed its entire length, running a marathon down Shoulder Hill, deep into Muscle Valley and then making the long trek up Bicep Mountain. At the summit, he kissed the mount, claiming it as his own.

His 'flag' stood erect and he struggled to tear his pants off. Sully's other arm wrapped around his waist, squeezing his tight, bubble ass. A grunt ran from his throat as he hurriedly ran his tongue over the delta of veins that crisscrossed the rhino's forearm. Once he made it to those meaty fingers, he shoved one into his mouth, running his tongue over it and loving how just having a piece of Sully's flesh in him made his body tingle.

"Fuck," Sully grunted. He suddenly seized Anthony by the waist and in one, mighty movement, switched their positions.

The soft mattress pressed up against Anthony's back as the massive rhino loomed over him. Sully leaned forward, kissing his lips before letting his tongue run over the bridge of Anthony's nose, over his forehead and ending at the edge of his hair. Anthony's own lips found purchase around Sully's nipples. The shudder than ran over the gargantuan rhino's body sent shockwaves through Anthony's body.

He pulled away from the fleshy gland, gasping in pure lust. A soft groan escaped him as his cock strained in his pants. Sensing his desire and need, Sully reached down, unbuckled his belts and pulled his pants straight off.

Anthony's proud, eight inches bounced against Sully's monster of a cock, their balls pressing against one another. Like brothers joyfully meeting each other, both their cocks began salivating precum, eager to share.

"Fuck, I need you in me," Anthony grunted.

"I'ma gonna ride ya so hard!" Sully grunted. "But first..."

He wiggled forward, his thing tail slapping Anthony's thighs playfully. Even from just a few inches of movement, Sully's titanic 16 inch cock hovered at Anthony's nose. The musk that emanated from it was alluring, mesmerising. All other thoughts were erased from his mind and all that was left was 'Sully's Cock'.

His tongue flicked outwards, catching just a taste of that salty precum.

He was hooked.

Anthony seized that member and wrapped his lips around its mighty head, hungrily lapping up the copious amounts of precum that poured out and eagerly taking more and more of it into his mouth. Sully's thrusts and gyrating hips pumped more of that glorious fluid down his throat, making him grunt and groan in pleasure. His own cock was prodding his boss' ass, eager for attention.

Once again sensing his need, Sully reached back, his big meaty hand encompassing all of Anthony's cock. Just one playful squeeze and Anthony was about ready to burst. He held on grimly, sucking on that thick, long, rhino cock and relishing the molten liquid that pumped out of the hose.

Sully's last thrust brought him to choking point so he quickly pulled out and ran his tongue up and over that magnificent member, lathering it with all of his saliva.

That was the signal.

Like a well-oiled machine, Sully retreated and quickly hoisted Anthony's legs onto his shoulders. His lopsided grin sent Anthony's heart reeling and cock throbbing for release. A thick finger pressed against Anthony's well-used hole, sliding inside with ease and making the man moan.

"Aww fuck... Yeah Sully... Fuck..."

When he felt the second, meaty finger slide in, he was lost in waves of pleasure that coursed over his body. Each wave was more powerful than the last, crashing against his body and filling them with a carnal need... an all-consuming hunger...

For Sully.

"Fuck me!" he grunted. "Fuck me hard!"

Sully pulled his fingers out. "Ya got it, kiddo."

Anthony braced himself...

Like a red-hot brand being pressed against his flesh, Sully's cock pushed itself deep into his ass, making him arch his back and cry out in pure lust. His body shook and quaked as the huge rhino thrust into him, each push driving him deeper and deeper. His grunts were drowned out by Sully's animalistic growls.

Anthony had never been able to take all of Sully's length but this time... This time felt... Different.

There was an overwhelming heat that coursed through his veins, emanating from Sully's cock. Every thrust sent bolts of pleasure like electricity throughout his entire body. Each muscle the shock hit, seized up before slowly relaxing, spreading a wonderful warmth throughout his entire body.

Sully thrust.

And he felt his abdominals clench painfully before stretching. Through the haze, he gazed down at his chest, peering over the mounts of his pecs.

Sully thrust.

He grunted and managed to keep his eyes open. His abs pushed hard against his flesh, veins protruding against his flesh. As they relaxed, he watched with wide-mouthed awe as they grew bigger and more defined.

Sully thrust.

They bulged, almost completely consuming his belly button.

"S - S - Sully..."

He thrust.

Anthony's back arched. The bolts rippled across his pecs. This time, he could actually hear the skin stretching, the muscles tearing and growing. There was even a faint boom in his ears.

Sully thrust harder.

A part of Anthony's back popped faintly. His back muscles clenched and unclenched rapidly, rigid back muscles seemingly multiplying as they formed mounts against his back.

Thrust - thrust - thrust.

Boom-boom-boom.

Anthony gave a mixed cry of pleasure and pain as his head brushed against the headboard of his bed. His mind screamed for it to stop, to ask what was happening but his heart just kept wanting more.

Suddenly, he could feel Sully's balls slapping against his ass and he just knew that was not possible.

"Sully!" he cried but the next thrust sent pulsing, purple veins rippling up his legs. Thighs bulged and wrapped around Sully's shoulder, thick and broad just like his shoulders. Calves exploded outwards, easily curling around the rhino's neck as his feet stretched several shoe sizes bigger.

"Sully! S - S - Sto -!" he cried.

Another rapid series of thrusts.

This time, the bolts of raw power rippled through his arms. Each blast caused his limbs to twitch, spasms cutting through them and twisting them in odd angles. He gave a cry with each one until both his hands were suddenly clutching the headboard. His eyes, glazed over in lust, blurred with sweat, managed to spy the veins pulsing against his gargantuan biceps. A thrust more and one of his biceps actually pressed up against his nose.

"Sully!" he roared.

But all that thrusting just kept getting stronger, more frantic. All the raw power that flooded his muscles all suddenly pooled straight towards his cock. He moaned in pleasure as that strength seemed to liquefy and collect in his balls. Every time his body quaked from Sully's wild, sexy thrusts, his balls felt bigger, heavier.

He tried to peer over his monstrously large pecs but every time he did, Sully would drive him back with another thrust.

"Ffffffuck..." he groaned.

He felt himself getting closer and closer, the pressure building at the base of his cock. He tried to keep it down but more of that liquefied power just kept flooding his balls. When the damns could no longer hold it, it began flooding up the length of his cock. He could actually feel his molten seed creeping up the length of his cock, inch by inch.

"Fuck yes!" he roared.

Two inches down...

Just another eight to go...

He glanced at Sully, his rhino's eyes glazed over.

Three inches...

Almost... there...

Four...

He winced as he heard Sully's grunts start to sound closer and closer together, merging into a single stream of lust.

Five...

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck!" Sully grunted. "Fuck!"

Six...

Sully's whole body was now quivering, catching Anthony's in the quake. Whatever thoughts Anthony had were all shaken away with the coming eruption.

Seven...

"Aaaaaah....!" Anthony cried, his voice rising in volume.

Eight...

"I'm coming!" Anthony cried.

Nine... Ten...

"M... Me... too..." Sully grunted. "Oh fuck!

Eleven... Twelve...!

Anthony's hands clutched the headboard. Wood began to crack underneath his grip.

Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen...!

Then, in unison...

"FUCK!"

Sixteen.

Molten cum exploded out of Anthony's monster of a cock, spewing out of the pink slit and splashing him directly on his face. The sticky, white goo pooled in the little crevasses his neck muscles made, streaming down the valley of his pecs and dispersing into the perfectly organised canals of his abs. At the same time, hot, rhino seed poured into his ass, Sully's whole body seizing up and going rigid just like the stone his body so represented.

Anthony's body convulsed several times, sweat rolling off his body.

Exhaustion hit them both like a tonne of bricks.

Sully collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Anthony vaguely noticed that they were at level with one another when previously, his head was always nestled against Sully's chest.

But... he was always a person to live in the present... and whatever happened and its consequences would be left for another time...

Like two seconds later.

With his ass still filled with that thick, rhino cock, it began to feel unusually sore. That soreness spread, sending an unusual itch across his skin. It crawled out of his ass, dancing up his back and slowly making its way towards his torso like a rapidly spreading rash.

Fighting off the sleepiness, Anthony gently pushed Sully off him, reluctantly sliding off that thick cock. Sully gazed at him sleepily... but that gaze soon turned to one of confusion... and then horror.

"Tony... What's... What's happenin' to ya?"

Anthony slowly sat up and dared a glance at the mirror.

"Oh fuck..."

A thick patch of grey skin was slowly crawling its way across his massive, muscular torso like a sickly, grey cancer. It rapidly consumed his abdomen and crawled around from his back to consume his pecs. Panic set it just about the time it crept down to his arms and began to consume his neck.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried, trying to scratch at it.

But he could only watch as it swept over his face, turning the soft, pink flesh into a thick, grey, hide.

A sharp pinprick suddenly exploded out from just above his ass and he jumped a little, turning his back towards the wall.

His eyes widened...

... when he saw the thin, whip-like tail wagging there.

"What the fuck is happening to me!?" he cried.

Powerful arms suddenly wrapped around him. Sully nuzzled his neck, taking long whiffs of his scent. "Baby... I think... I think yer turnin' into a rhino."

"What!?" Tony spun around to face his lover incredulously. There was no denying it this time. They were definitely level with one another.

"Yer even growing a little horn," Sully laughed, poking Anthony's nose, just where that persistent sore was. There was a definite lump there.

"Don't laugh!" he snapped back, slapping Sully hand away. "What makes you think I want to be a rhino!?"

Sully returned a casual shrug. "Well... What's so bad 'bout bein' one? Ah'm one, right?"

"Aren't you even going to ask how this is happening!?" Anthony boomed, his voice so many octaves deeper. "How is this not weird to you!?"

"Ah'll admit, it ain't natural." Yet, Sully offered that lopsided grin. "But come on, Tony. Ya never looked betta." He reached out for Anthony but the latter slapped his hands away.

"Oh so I looked horrible as a human?"

"Ah never said that."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Tony bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at Sully. "What did you do? Slip something in my drink? Inject me with some sort of virus?" Then he snapped his fingers. "It's your cum, isn't it? The more you cum in me, the more I turn into a rhino. That's why I'm so big all of the sudden after just working out for five months! It's like you're giving me some sort of fucking furry STD!"

Sully puffed out his chest but with their sizes so close to one another, he no longer looked so intimidating. "Now see 'ere, Tony."

"It's Anthony!" he roared. "My name is Anthony McGuffey! I hate 'Tony'!"

Suddenly, Sully looked very hurt and took a step back. "Oh... ya never said nuffin'..."

"Yeah..." Tony deflated, lowering his gaze. "And you never said how you wished I was a rhino..."

"I -"

"Just... get out," he said, pointing at the door. "Get out, Sully... Just... Get out."

---

Pay Day: Strong Support

Tony - no, Anthony - felt like he was living some sort of overly dramatic movie.

He sat on a bench in a part near his apartment with a vest that had been a shirt, denim shorts that had been pants and no shoes. Many people passed him by, thinking he was some sort of homeless bum that worked out every day. Some even offered him a couple of dollars. None of them even asked why he had grey, hide-like skin or a little growth on his nose that looked suspiciously like a horn.

At any second, he was expecting some sort of government agent in a suit to sit down next to him and ask him to come along. The government was going to 'take special care of him'.

He wasn't even sure if he'd resist.

Something strange was happening to him, he effectively broke up with his boyfriend who just happened to be his boss and suddenly, he was barely recognisable. His family would just laugh at him if he claimed to be their son.

"Fuck me..." he grunted, lounging back on the park bench.

As if the world had finally listened to him...

... it began to rain.

There was a movement of black and white to his left.

"About time," he muttered.

"Sorry I couldn't come sooner," replied the familiar voice. "I had to dash into a nearby store to grab a spare umbrella."

He turned to his left and was surprised to find Dayton Summers occupying the seat beside him.

"Dayton?"

"Hey, Tony," the wolf answered, offering him a spare umbrella. "Need a leg up there, bud?"

Surprised at his friend recognising him, Anthony could only take the umbrella and mutter his thanks. He unfurled it and was grateful for the reprieve from the rain. Still too shocked to say or ask anything, he just sat there numbly staring at the wolf.

Dayton smiled at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"No..." His brain kicked back into action. "Is there something on mine? Like... All over mine?"

The wolf rubbed his chin. "Now that you mention it... Did you change your hair?"

"Don't bullshit me," he growled. "My skin!" He gestured at his cheeks. "My nose!" He poked the horn. "My tail!" He clutched his whip-thin tail.

"Yeah? So?"

Anthony was incredulous. "So!? Dayton, I'm some sort of freaky rhino-human hybrid!"

The wolf threw his head back and laughed. "Kid, we live in a world where humans walk amongst non-humans. How often do you think one species gets freaky with another? Hell, my grandson is half-wolf, half-Rottweiler. You can barely tell but that's besides the point."

Shaking his head, Anthony said, "But I'm all human. I was never a half-rhino hybrid!"

"And what's the matter with being one now?" Dayton asked calmly.

"It's not natural!"

The wolf lifted a finger. "The world has a lot of definitions for the word 'natural'. Not too long ago, same-sex marriages were considered 'unnatural' but now, it's a commonly accepted practice. Sure, people still have reservations but that's just their opinion. They're entitled to it."

"And the opinion I'm entitled too is that this" - Anthony gestured at his enormous, half-rhino body - "isn't natural!"

"I think that's up to interpretation," Dayton answered, leaning back against the bench. "You see, life isn't fair. You work your ass off through high school to get those top marks, study hard and break your hump in college to get that degree but when you step out into the world, everyone expects experience when the only way you can get experience is if you work in the first place."

Anthony let out a snort of agreement.

"On that same train of thought," the wolf continued, "people build families and strive hard to make that family work. But just one little mistake and everything the future permanently changes for the worst. Maybe a slip of judgement here and you're hook on a drug that will ruin your life. One night of senseless passion and suddenly you are in a marriage you never wanted. One heated exchange of words and suddenly you and your son are standing at the gates to the next life, having to make a choice for both of you."

Dayton locked gazes with Anthony, smiling faintly. "The point is, the natural happens all the time. But it is the unnatural that defines us. As a species, as a race, we cannot evolve and develop further if we do not embrace the things that we do not understand and those things that change our lives forever. Natural things define our day to day tasks, that one road in the scheme of life that just goes straight ahead. But it's the unnatural that places us at a crossroads and will ultimately define where we will go. But to make it through and to make the right choices, we generally have to look beyond just the next few steps or where our feet are standing."

Those words made him frown and he regarded his massive hands. "But... This is just too much... I've changed... so much..."

"Have you really?" Dayton asked, resting a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "Over the past five months, I've watched you grow and develop, becoming someone I'll bet the old Anthony McGuffey wouldn't even recognise. Funny thing is, you've never looked more at ease, more confident and sure about who you are than you are now. Who is to say that deep down, the real Anthony McGuffey is really a rhinoceros that was just waiting to come out?"

The wolf shrugged absently, making a dismissive face. "Maybe, you're just at a crossroads now, Tony. Maybe your body is just finally catching up to what your heart feels naturally. Maybe right now, you have the choice." He held out one paw, angling it towards the left. "On one road, you've got your life with Sully." Then he angled his paw towards the left. "And on the other, you've got your old life."

"But what if I regret my choice...?"

The wolf rose to his feet, staring up at the pouring rain. "Life is hardly fair, Tony. Sometimes, the crossroads people come to just aren't the choices they want to make. Sometimes, those same crossroads aren't there of their own choosing. But ultimately, to move forward, to grow and build yourself into someone you could truly be proud of, you'll have to make that choice and live with it.

"If you're still unsure about where you want to be or where you want to go, you have to stop looking at where you're currently standing and look towards where the road leads." He winked at Anthony. "Sometimes, all it takes is just a little question. But ultimately, life and all its challenges, all the natural and unnatural curveballs it throws at us, as well as all the laughs, the joy and the love it gives just isn't worth anything..."

He squeezed Anthony's shoulders. "... if you don't live it."

Dayton released Anthony's shoulder and glanced down the cobblestone path. Standing a short distance away, an umbrella over his head, was that same, blonde haired wolf with the sunglasses. Dressed in that all-black suit and shirt with only the red tie to break the colour-scheme, he sort of reminded Anthony of someone but he couldn't quite remember who. The way that strange wolf just stood there, stiff as a board, was unsettling.

"Well, looks like it's time for me to go," Dayton said, grinning broadly. "Goodbye, Tony."

"Wait!" Anthony stood up, seizing Dayton's paw. "Where are you going?"

"My contract ended last week," the wolf said with a grin.

"Oh..."

"Don't worry. V will still be around for a little while longer just to make sure you're don't destroy the building. See you around." He turned towards the wolf, waving absently. "Yo! Sam! You think you can do something about the rain!? This suit is expensive!"

Dayton playfully bounded over to his friend and together, the two departed.

Naturally, it didn't stop raining.

Then again...

He glanced up at the clouds.

"Please?" he asked softly.

It stopped raining.

Grinning broadly, Anthony put his new, thick legs to good use and bolted halfway through town. His heart was pumping in his chest, filled with an emotion that he felt finally fit his entire body. Each step he took down the road, his heart filled his veins with warmth that nullified the cold of the rain. The heat particularly concentrated around his face.

People gave him a few strange looks as the torn vest around his shoulders became tight and he threw it aside. Barefoot and barely clothed, he cut through the construction site and immediately bolted up to the office. Mud got caught between his toes but he didn't care. He cursed himself for not having brought the keys but he saw the lights were on in Sully's part of the office.

With a grin, he quickly knocked on the door.

"Sully!" he shouted. "Sully! It's me!"

No reply.

"Sully!" he pleaded. "I need to talk to you!"

Again, no reply.

A sudden, jarring pain hit his nose and he took a few steps back, clutching his growing nose. Right before his eyes, he watched as his nose pulled away from his eyes. The heat around his face grew more intense, like someone was pulling his lips away from him and filling the gaps with muscle and bone. He watched his reflection in the puddle of water beside Sully's office, watching his new features work themselves into position.

Flashing a million-dollar grin at the rhino that stared back at him, he angled his newly formed horns at the door...

... and charged!

Wham!

The door caved in easily.

The door to Sully's room instantly swung open.

The big rhino stood there, awed.

"Tony?"

Anthony could one laughed and held up his hands in a helpless gesture. "Hey... Being a rhino has its advantages."

"But..."

Anthony quickly approached Sully, placing a finger on the older rhino's lips. "Look... I know what I said. I... I've been living in the present way too long. I just... I just never thought about what the future would bring. And now..." He seized Sully's hands in his own. "I choose you, Sully. I want to be with you."

Sully's beautiful, green eyes widened in disbelief. "Are... Are ya sure... Ah mean... What 'bout ya bein' a rhino an' all. How're we gonna explain this ta ev'ryone?"

"My family won't miss me," he answered with a shrug. "And we can just say I'm your boyfriend." He grinned broadly. "I think 'Tony' is starting to grow on me."

Grinning broadly, Sully pulled Tony against himself, their hot, muscular bodies pressing against one another. The bigger rhino's body shuddered, tears running down his cheek. A soft laugh escaped Sully's throat as he pulled away slightly to wipe those tears away.

"Look at me... Ah dinna even cry durin' mah weddin'..."

"Hey," Tony replied, holding his mate's hands tightly. "I bet somewhere out there, your wife and kid are happy for you."

Sully just broke into his lopsided grin. "C'mere you!"

Their hard, pumped bodies collided with another, the heat from their bodies merging into one, supernova-hot burst that most of the rain that had dropped on Tony's body had started to evaporate. Tony curled his huge arms around Sully's form, running his fingers over the rolling hills of the rhino's back. He found his way to the rim of Sully's pants.

With a soft click, Sully unbuckled his belt. With their lips meshed with one another's, they ran their hands over each other's bodies, exploring new and old grounds alike. Sully's pants dropped somewhere behind them and Tony's own torn shorts followed shortly after.

The world suddenly took a strange tilt and a soft, feathery mattress caught Tony's back. He stared up at his lover, awed at where he was. For a moment, he took in Sully's room. It was no surprise his boss never wanted anyone to entire his dark, windowless private quarters. Posters of nude, muscular men of all species hung on the walls, cocks erect and some even covered in cum.

"You are so gay," he laughed.

"Shut yer trap," Sully growled and dove in for another long kiss.

Tony moaned softly when their equally long cocks pressed against one another, balls bouncing. He could almost feel Sully's cum churning in those tennis ball-sized orbs. When the massive rhino's weight fell on top of him, he found himself easily capable of carrying the massive mass of raw muscle. Their raw, exposed nipples brushed against one another, sending ripples of pleasure all over their bodies. Their equal shudders shook the entire bed.

Somewhere in the distance, thunder crashed.

Tony pulled his lips away from Sully's, hungrily wrapping them around his lover's neck and taking in that thick, musky scent that just drove him wild. Sully's groan drove him further and he pressed his cock hard against Sully's. The movements pushed their combined members against the older rhino's unbeatable abs. The tip of Tony's cock even pressed between the valley of Sully's pecs and he loved every moment of it.

His hands squeezed at Sully's perfect deltoids, following their V-shaped curve to his lover's waist and finally around the whipping tail to that perfect, bubble butt.

"Fuck..." Sully groaned.

Thunder boomed.

Tony ran his tongue down the thick cords of Sully's neck, following the muscular ribbons over the large, mountainous shoulders. He found himself temporarily stuck in the valley between shoulder and bicep but found a river formed by a vein to follow up the bigger mound. His tongue followed the train up and around his lover's forearm where it curled back under that thick arm to the triceps. His lick turned into a series of kisses as he got lost in the thick forest of blonde hair under his lover's armpits, that intoxicating scent so much stronger than anywhere else.

Shuddering from the dizzying aroma, Tony could only groan and grunt, thrusting his hips against Sully's. Fresh air entered his nostrils as Sully moved and presented his nipples tantalisingly in front of his face. No further prodding was needed and Tony eagerly wrapped his lips around those fleshy nubs, shuddering in tandem with the older rhino's quivers.

Again, thunder crashed with lightning flashing. For a moment, the whole room was illuminated and Tony caught a glimpse of his god and lover, flashes of light highlighting every beautiful curve, crevasse and bulge on his massive, perfect body.

"Ffffffuck..." Sully grunted, yanking his pecs away from Tony. "Fuck, Tony... I need you in me..."

Tony just grinned as Sully squatted over his chest, massive cock teasingly bouncing against Tony's nose. Tremendous, tree-trunk legs bulged with veins as they held up all of Sully's weight. The rhino squatted over Tony's groin, tail wagging eagerly.

Slowly, Sully began lowering himself down onto Tony's erect manhood.

The instant that ass touched the tip of Tony's cock, both of them let out a moan. Sully's face contorted in a mixed look of pleasure and pain as he lowered himself inch by pleasurable inch.

"Ah -" Tony grunted, thrusting upwards ever so lightly. "Oh... Fuck... Ah!"

"Just like that," Sully moaned. "Just... like... Ugh!"

Tony began pushing himself deeper and deeper into his lover and boss. His cock slipped inch by inch into that hot, eager ass. Every time he pulled out for another thrust, the rest of his member quivered in the anticipation of being devoured by those muscular glutes.

Tony's hands curled around the sheets, the pressure rapidly building in his balls. Sully squeezed down with his cock, making him moan softly. He managed to tear his grip from the sides of Sully's bed and seized Sully's waist.

In one, powerful move, he threw Sully against the massive bed, spreading the older rhino's legs wide. He pushed himself deeper into his lover, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his back arching, the hot, toe-curling pleasure that consumed every inch of his body from the tip of his horn to the very tip of his cock.

"Urgh... Fuck yeah!" Sully grunted through clenched teeth. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Tony thrust.

Boom.

Thunder.

His hands seized Sully's cock, both of them needed to hold the massive 16 inch monster. Each of his thrusts he made forced his hands to slide up and down that amazing pole. Sully's legs curled around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper.

Boom.

He thrust deeper.

"Awwww yes!" Sully cried.

Wild with lust, Tony thrust harder and faster, jerking Sully's cock to the point he was almost sure it would burst into flames. The entire bed quaked, quivering with their wild thrusts.

Boom! Boom!

Tony felt an unknown force draw him closer and closer to Sully, their noses almost touching.

Krack-a-boom!

Their lips met in one, joyous kiss. Sully's arms violently seized his back, pulling them so close together they were practically a single, massive, mound of rhino muscle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tony felt his balls scream for release.

Ba-boom!

Sully's cock went rigid.

Tony made one last, powerful thrust.

BOOM!

The entire bed jolted and dropped down an inch or toe, the headrest shattering in a stunning shower of splinters and semen. Sully's cock shot hard, the blast rippling up the entire sixteen inches. Tony could actually feel the cum roaring through the canals before it exploded out of the tip and filled the gaps between them. Like the cement to bind bricks together, Sully's cum glued their perfect abs and pecs to one another.

At the same time, Tony's cock exploded deep into Sully's ass, the rhino's whole body quivering with delight. His warm seed filled Sully's belly, dripping out the small gaps between cock and ass and soaking the sheets.

Tony... exhaustion, lust and love filling his entire body, found the strength to pull his lips away from his lover's. They stared into one another's eyes, goofy smiles on their faces and their eyes delirious from the titanic explosions that had ripped out of their cocks.

"Fuck... I love you..." Sully whispered.

"I love you too," Tony answered, peeling his hands away from Sully's impressive member to curl around his mate's back. He glanced absently at the bed and let out a soft laugh. "Looks like we'll need a new bed."

"That's okay. I know someone in construction."

---

Promotion: Going Up

It was a miracle that the massive 27 floor building was finally complete within six months but somehow, Sullivan Construction managed it even with the week off during the last month stretch when the owner of the firm got married. If anything, the joy of the occasion actually helped speed up the efforts of the crewmembers.

That and the accountant-slash-construction worker who lent a hand and made sure the budgets were always well balanced.

As Tony Sullivan emerged from the smoking, red hot Ferrari that he had received as a wedding gift from Dayton - who unfortunately couldn't attend since he was 'putting the finishing touches to a story' - he thought back to his amazing honeymoon with his husband, Gregory Mathias Sullivan. It had been magical and he absolutely loved spending time with his husband on and off the site.

In fact, they were starting to build their own house in the suburbs and in between the hours of work in the hot sun, they were spending quite a lot of time under the sheets. Semen made poor glue but it sure did seal the deal with their relationship.

He glanced briefly at the enrolment forms in his car. Going back to school to study accounting would be hard since he was going to be balancing schoolwork with hard work but with Sully in his corner, he knew he could do anything.

This road was turning out pretty damn good and as far as he could see, there would be some tough choices in the future but he was more than happy to make them since he knew they would only make him stronger.

But before he did that, he took a moment to reflect on how he got there.

And where it all started.

The Agency.

Sadly, as he approached where he thought the job agency was, he was only met by a blank, brick wall.

"Huh... I could've sworn it was here," he muttered, scratching his foremost horn. "Guess it has been six months though..."

"Looking for something?"

Vanessa came sauntering over to him, dressed in a black suit that showed off her very impressive physique quite well. Even though it was bright and sunny, she hand an umbrella folded neatly under her arm.

"V!" he exclaimed, grinning broadly. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I just saw you two days ago at my going away party!" she laughed, hugging him tightly. As she pulled away, she examined his hand and the golden band that rested around his ring finger. A low whistle escaped her lips. "Nice." She patted his hand. "I know you and Sully will be very happy."

"Thanks, V. Glad to have you there." He gestured at her suit. "So what's with the business attire?"

She waved her paw absently. "Oh, just signing up for a new job. Meeting the manager today."

"Wow. No rest for the weary, huh?"

"Who's weary?" she answered with a sly wink. She nodded towards the blank wall. "Your favourite shop here or something?"

Tony turned towards the wall, shrugging absently. "There was a temp agency here. The place was weird. The inside was all white and there was only one guy there. Jacob Reaper. He was the one that gave me the job to work with Sully. I wanted to come here and personally thank him. Without him, none of this could have happened."

"I'm sure he knows," Vanessa answered with a chuckle. She snapped her fingers. "Oh! This is yours."

She handed him the umbrella.

"It is?" he replied, turning the umbrella in his hands. "I don't remember losing an umbrella..."

"When you asked for the rain to stop, you left that on the park bench," she answered, turning away from him. As she sauntered away, she waved over her shoulder and said, "He thought you might want it. You know, just in case it started raining again."

Tony blinked a couple of times. "Wait... Who?"

Her answer...

... a sly wink over her shoulder.

*****

The elevator let out a soft ding.

Vanessa stepped out from the all, white structure and into a similarly, all-white atrium. The sun and skyline streamed in from the windows on the right and left but the floor and ceiling were completely, plain white. Only a few potted plants broke the monotony. That and the black wolf who sat idly by near the large, white doors at the far end of the hallway.

"Hey!" she greeted, waving at the wolf. "Long time no see, Dayton!"

The wolf lowered the newspaper he was reading. "We're alone, you know. No need to keep using those names."

She slid down beside him, elbowing him in the ribs lightly. "Aw, I bet you loved the idea of working beside hot, muscular construction workers. How many of them did you end up getting into bed?"

He flashed her a cheeky grin. "Depends. Are we talking alternate realities here or just this one?"

"Slut," she laughed, shoving him lightly. "Your grandson has corrupted you."

"Who can stop him?" he answered with a helpless smirk.

"Life just isn't fair, is it? He's your grandson and yet he's the one with the pen and book."

"Maybe that should be our company's slogan," Dayton laughed. "'Making Life fair'."

Vanessa mulled that over and nodded a few times. "That actually doesn't sound half-bad."

A soft buzz hit their ears and both of them stood up. The white doors opened slightly and the two quickly passed through.

At the end of a large, semicircular room, sitting on a raised dais, was a white desk. Behind it was a clear, glass window showing the rest of the city's skyline and flanking the window were two, white bookshelves populated by differently coloured books. Behind the desk sat one individual in a black suit and red tie and a female rhinoceros dressed in a pure, white dress.

"And that is how their story ends," Jacob Reaper said. He turned towards the woman whose cheeks were streaming with tears. "Will you be alright, Alicia?"

She choked a little, pressing her hands against her chest. A few nods later, she said, "Thank you... Thank you so much."

"I didn't do anything." Reaper stood, closing the book in front of him. "I simply gave them their choices. It was they who took it."

"Still... Thank you," she said, taking his hands into hers. "You made both Greg and Tony so happy. Something I could never have given them."

"My job is far from done." He tore his hands away from her, sliding the book into the shelf. "There is still the matter of your happy ending."

"Just seeing them happy is all I ever wanted."

"Come now. You and I both know that isn't true." He turned his hidden gaze towards her. "Tell you what: let me finish my business with my colleagues and then we'll talk about that quiet country house dream of yours sitting on a lake. I know an amazing construction firm. It's run by a father and his son. They made this building."

She laughed and agreed, quietly passing both Dayton and Vanessa. As she shut the doors behind her, Reaper picked up another book from his shelf and stood in front of the window, gazing out into open city.

"Sully and Tony really did a good job with this place," Vanessa began. "Though I really wish you'd chosen to add some colour to this place."

"With all the differently coloured books I have lying around, white tends to help me find them," Reaper answered, his voice light and mirthful. "Besides, I quite like to think it adds to my 'enigmatic aura', don't you think?"

Both Dayton and Vanessa just groaned.

"Okay, so what's the plan now?" Dayton asked. "You planning to sell this building to someone? Get one of your guys to look after it and spread Sully's name so that they keep getting contracts?"

"Actually..." Reaper turned and rested the book on his table. "I quite like this whole 'temp agency' routine. I think I might go along with it for a little longer. In fact..." He grinned, lifting the book in his hands and waving it absently in the air. "... I've got some jobs for the two of you."

Vanessa placed her paw on her hip, scowling softly. "Can I at least be a lesbian this time? He" - she hiked a thumb at Dayton - "got some action and I was left high and dry!"

"I'll let you be the dominatrix that turns the guy off girls for all eternity if you want," Reaper answered.

"Oh! I'll bring my whip! And my taser!" Her eyes sparkled. "Old Zappy hasn't been out for a while!"

Dayton cleared his throat. "Before you both go off spreading chaos, mayhem and uncertain feelings of lust and passion, we've got a building with twenty-seven floors and three people working here. What are we going to do with the other floors?"

The smile on Reaper's face was both unsettling and at the same time, very expected.

"What do you think? We fill them."

He stood, spreading his arms wide.

"The Agency is officially open."