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Tibalt Cunnings woke slowly from a hard, hazy sleep. His head felt like a sack of rocks, his lower back ached, and feet were sore. He could barely recall the previous day; it felt as if he'd slept for far too long. Blinking through bleary vision, he looked around at a bedroom he did not recognize. Warmly furnished with simple yet fine décor, the scent of male was all around him. He recalled seeking out his employee, Vincent Tallis, for comfort. He recalled finding the house, but not much more. He turned slowly, lifting his head from the soft pillow to gaze at the bed. He turned pale.

"Oh, hell."

Snoozing beside him lay the sculpted specimen that was Van the long-neck, breathing softly in his sleep. A warm smile lay upon his face. Tibbs' heart pounded with panic, his head aching badly as the full implications of what had transpired hit him full force. He gasped as he remembered hundreds of paragraphs worth of employee/employer boundaries and restrictions. His job was in jeopardy. His marriage could be officially and truly ended. His reputation would be shot.

In his panic he tried to step off the bed and misjudged the height, stumbling backwards with all the grace of a dizzy toad, his naked body hitting the floor with a resounding thump. He groaned with pain, face going red as Vincent's head shot up, eyeing him with mirth.

The Long-neck smirked.

"Morning, gorgeous."

An hour later, Tibalt sat at the kitchen table downstairs in one of Van's bathrobes, his head pounding, trying to stop trembling as he sipped at gourmet coffee.

"Sorry about your clothes, I forgot to put them in the dryer. It'll still be a while."

Tibalt sighed. "I'm done. I'm ruined. This is a total violation of, of employee-supervisor regulations. Hell, I'm supposed to be at work! It's nine AM!"

"Tibbs, calm the hell down," Van rolled his eyes, watching as the veggie ham slices sizzled in the pan, giving a sideways glance at his cute boss dressed in his long green bathrobe. "As much rank as you have over at ActiCorp, can't you take a sick day?"

"One sick day means one day behind, Tallis, that isn't how I work!"

"It's back to 'Tallis' now, is it? Last night you were calling me 'Vanny', 'bitch', 'green-lip'..." said Van slyly.

Tibalt sat up straight. "Please don't bring that up, Vincent, this cannot get out!"

Vincent smiled and said nothing. He flipped the slices of faux-ham, going over his options. His over-worked, overbearing, good-looking boss had fucked him good and said plenty of things that could easily shred his professional career to nil. The long-neck had the carnivore in the palm of his hand begging for mercy.

He set the plate down in front of the worried carnivore, watching him hungrily take bites of the soft pink slices. Tibalt found himself again staring at the hard chiseled chest and sandy colored abdomen of the tall sauropod, astonished at what was usually hidden under a button-down shirt.

"Listen, Tibbs, it's not as serious as you think. You were distressed, came over to seek the guidance of a friend... and that's what I'll tell people when they mention seeing you walking all the way to my house yesterday." said Van with a wink and a dark smirk.

"Vincent, please I need your word."

Van softly chuckled, standing in front of the sitting carnivore. "Oh, you'll have my word... for a few favors." Tibalt went pale again, eyes widening as he watched the swelling lump in the long-neck's trousers.

"Oh, hell." Tibalt stood quickly, almost knocking his chair over. "T-Tallis, no, that's blackmail, you can't make me-!"

"Make you?" Van chuckled, pushing the shorter carnivore against the wall. "Look at how hard you are, red-snout. You wouldn't turn down a cock if it were held in front of you, would you?" Tibalt yelped as the long-neck's strong, soft hand rubbed his stiff tool, shocked to feel so aroused at the situation. Van pushed his lips to his boss', kissing the carnivore deeply. He listened as Tibalt groaned with bliss, and was pleased to feel the carnivore's lips following as Van pulled away.

"... What is it that you want exactly?" Tibalt said hesitantly, his heart throbbing like his cock.

"I want fair exchange, Tibbs. I get what I gave you. A hand job... a blow job... and anal."

Tibalt gasped, especially at the third one. "I-I uh...!"

"Come on, Tibbs, you know it's only fair..." purred Van.

Tibalt hesitated, thick dark-skinned cock sticking out of the folds of the green bathrobe. "O-okay..."

Van grinned with glee, reveling in the power he held over his boss now. He quickly yanked the robe from the nervous carnivore, licking his soft lips and rubbing Tibalt's wide chest briefly before pushing his boss to his knees in front of him. Underneath the long-neck's khaki trousers swelled an organ like a length of pipe, throbbing gently. Tibalt suppressed a whine of fright before his hands stroked over the hard length, his heart racing as he felt the blood pumping through the thick member.

"Take your time, Tibbs, we got all morning..." purred Van, rubbing the Rex's head.

Tibalt carefully pulled down the zipper, reaching in, hands trembling as he gripped the smooth shaft within and pulled it free as if he were drawing a python from its zoo enclosure.

"I-it's fucking huge!" He blurted, watching the fat cock rise in front of him.

"Aww, don't be shy, Tibbs, give him a rub." chuckled Van, rubbing his swollen cock head on his boss's cheek and over his nose. The carnivore could not help but sniff at the stiff love pole, breathing in the soft scent of male musk and peach-scented soap, and on some primal level, sniffed at the hot blood rushing through the engorged organ.

Tibalt tentatively ran his fingertips over the shaft, marveling at the sheer size of his employee's cock. It was almost as thick around as his fist and as long as his forearm from wrist to elbow, two globular orbs of fleshy masculinity hung below it, pulsing like the ramrod cock standing in front of him. He gave another stroke, firmer, his heart pounding as he rubbed over Van's fat cock. He was oddly pleased to hear a low moan from Van's long throat, and continued his stroking with a bit more enthusiasm. He stroked head to base and back again, a thick, clear glob of hot pre-cum emerging from the tip and dripping to the floor.

Tibalt felt his face grow hot again as again and again he thought, 'I'm stroking him off, I'm masturbating this bull of a long-neck, his cock is right here in my hands...' His own thick member twitched in response, heart thudding in his chest. He lost himself in wonder, feeling the huge, twitching masculinity run under his palms, the slick pre-cum spread thinly over the shaft and head now, making it glisten. It seemed to throb harder and harder, stiffening even more thickly engorged now. Faster he stroked, more excited now. It was so hard under his hands, so responsive, pulsing gently.

Van groaned and held nothing back as his orgasm overtook him. His knees twitched as a hot spurt of milky white cum splashed onto his boss' surprised face, making him yelp. Van chuckled as he watched his cock force another rope or two of slick salty semen over Tibalt's face and chin, the red-skinned rex shivering in humiliation. His robe had a visible moist stain from the pre-ejaculate from his cocktip hidden underneath.

"Mmm, not bad, baby, you've got some talented hands..." Gently the sauropod wiped his cum from Tibalt's face into his palm, leaving the rex's face sticky. He held his cupped semen-filled palm to his boss' nose. "Lick it up."

Tibalt gasped and stiffened, looking down at the thick salty soup in the hand in front of him. "But-!"

Van let out a harsh growl. "Tibbs... Lick it. Clean."

Tibalt shuddered and gulped with fear and excitement. Well... better make it good. He held his employee's hand and pushed his nose into it, scooping a load of cum into his tongue and swallowing it down, shuddering at the harsh, bitter, salty taste. He paused and went for a second lick, lapping it into his maw and slurping it down, licking over Van's palm and between the fingers. He surprised Van by taking the digits gently and sucking over each one as he held the large, soft hand, enthralled in sucking off every trace of cum from Van's hand.

The long-neck groaned, his rod stiffening quickly as he felt Tibalt's soft warm lips and tongue work over his fingers. He pulled his hand away, leaving a trail of moisture on Tibbs' wet glistening lips. Van purred and sat, spreading his thighs wide. "Hope you saved room, boss... there's plenty more meat and cream right here," he said with a seductive grin. He used a foot to push the loose robe off of his boss's body, leaving the rex naked and exposed.

Tibbs watched as the long-neck sat in the dining room chair, leaning back and waving his stiff cock back and forth mockingly. His face grew hot as he crawled naked on hand and knee, settling his chin on Van's lap, inhaling the soft musky scent of the horny male. A pearl of cum left over from the last climax lingered on the tip and rolled down the underside of the hot hard shaft, glistening under the dining room lights.

"Lick every. Damn. Inch." sneered Van, watching his boss' eyes focus on the fleshy shaft in front of him.

Tibalt suppressed a whimper and shut his eyes, tentatively reaching his tongue out to lap at his employee. He followed with another, dragging his wet tongue up the shaft, his tail twitching as his cock throbbed nakedly. He sighed, enjoying the feeling of warm smooth skin on his tongue, stiff flesh pulsing against his face, the soft heat of the blood pumping through the lengthy member waking a deep, instinctual arousal in him. He finally let go, slurping over the warm hard cock, tongue running base to head, over and around it, wetting every inch. He wrapped his narrow tongue around the hard pole, licking at the salty surface of Van's skin as he obeyed his long-necked blackmailer. Van's sighs and groans of arousal made his ears tingle and his heart pound. Tibalt had never felt so used, so lusted after before. He wasn't used to the kind of attention. He suddenly felt the slick shaft bat his snout as Van pulled it away.

"Enough with the tongue, red-snout." With a grunt he angled his cock downward, pushing it against the rex's wet lips. "Open up, and watch your teeth, meat-swallowing slut." Van groaned, watching Tibbs' face grow even redder as he opened his jaws wide. The long-neck gave the appearance of control and dominance, but in reality it was all he could do to keep from exploding all over his boss's face. Van never thought the rough- voiced carnivore could be so soft and tender. The long-neck had watched through a haze of lust as the tongue had lapped carefully over his cock, both doggedly hungry and apprehensive at once, like a lost homeless pup. He grit his teeth to hold back orgasm as he pressed forward, sliding his cock into Tibbs' waiting mouth. "Now suck it. Keep those teeth pulled back, meat slut."

Tibb's did as he was told, holding tightly onto the shaft with his lips as he pulled at it as one would suck a straw, blinking as he realized Van was more or less teaching him how to blow another male's cock. The thought turned him on, his cock-tip cold as pre-ejaculate pattered to the floor beneath him. He continued the pull and suck, lips rolling back towards the tip before Van grabbed his head, making him jump, and pushed his head back over the hard throbbing cock. Slick salty fluid trickled onto his tongue as Van grunted.

"Just... like that." The long-neck shuddered, the carnivore's mouth like wet hot velvet wrapped around his dick. He paced the carnivore back and forth over his cock, pushing in inch after inch, surprised to see two-thirds of his nine-inch length pressed inside his boss' maw. He could no longer hold back a thrust, hips jerking instinctively a he groaned. His hold was growing weak now as he felt Tibbs purr softly around his cock. He thrust gently, trying not to choke the rex below him. His hand gently caressed Tibbs cheek. "You're not to bad at this are you, Tibbs? You're really enjoying yourself, hon." He grunted, a hot tingle running down his spine. "Hope you're hungry...!"

Tibbs blinked in surprise as Van's thrusting halted for a second; he'd started to really enjoy the feeling, as the long-neck had suggested. He'd even felt content to let the length of flesh roll and thrust inside his mouth. He tried not to yelp as Van's hard cock swelled and a hot burst of thick cum sloshed in his mouth. It pooled around his wiggling tongue, and (oddly afraid of losing even a single drop) opened his throat and swallowed, gulping hungrily. He felt another hot rope of seed splash against the back of his throat, almost making him cough before he swallowed it down, the salty bitter taste and pudding-like consistency unforgettable.

Van moaned in lustful glee, letting his cock make a mess inside his boss's mouth. Impulsively he uttered the carnivore's name in a breathy, boyish tone, a habit he'd had for many years, much to the amusement of his lovers. The pair held themselves locked there for a heated moment as Van's orgasm tapered off, each droplet of semen disappearing down Tibalt's throat.

They pulled apart slowly, reluctantly, wordlessly. Van helped his boss off of his hands and knees, holding the naked carnivore close to him as they listened to each other breathe. The master-and-slave tension they'd held seemed to be broken, inhibitions lifted between the both of them as each let the other touch them. Tibalt tilted his head up, looking into Van's deep green eyes briefly before the pair kissed tenderly, lips on salty lips locked tightly as they shared the moment.

It was again Van who pulled away first, rubbing the back of his friend's neck. "That was good, Tibalt. Amazing really, given it was your first time."

Tibalt felt himself smiling, feeling silly for accepting the praise for such a sex act. "T-thank you. Ah loved it." He let his southern accent through again, letting his 'vocal mask' drop in the company of his friend and lover.

Van purred, watching Tibalt jump cutely as he ran his hand down the carnivore's backside and over his smooth rump. "Rest a bit, Tibbs. Take a shower, hon." Van zipped his pants up and turned, heading up the stairs, he paused and called over his shoulder:

"Hey, what size shoe do you wear?"

Tibalt felt his body grow hot, getting a strange feeling at the request.

"Oh, hell..."