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Getting out of bed was never a problem for Barnaby, but today the slender ferret was especially eager to wake up. Today, he would be meeting the new owner of the mansion, the great nephew of the late Mr. Silva. He had spent the past few days ensuring the estate was spotless. The young mustelid flung the sheets to the side and stood up with a yawn. His back arched and his arms pushed upward as he stretched. After slipping yesterday's briefs down to the floor and tossing them into the hamper, he walked to the bathroom to shower.

The warm water helped ease his aching muscles and clear his mind. The pleasant aroma of the soap and shampoo wafted into his nostrils and soothed him. He was careful to wash himself from head to toe. He wanted to impress his new employer. Barnaby's fingers scrubbed mercilessly at his furred body. The suds covered his sable brown arms and cream colored torso. He took special care of his lower regions; his hands lightly massaged his sac, before moving in between his thighs. His hands then ventured to his backside. His palms rubbing in wide circles around his pert cheeks. A single finger slid between them and rubbed around his sensitive, puckering hole. The entire procedure left him feeling rather sensual. He could feel the heat rising inside of him and his face blushing red. It wasn't long before a growing pink shaft began to poke out of his sheath. However, the ferret knew he was running short on time. There was still coffee to be made, curtains to be hung, and paintings to be straightened before his new employer arrived.

After rinsing himself down, Barnaby applied his normal routine. Cologne on his neck, teeth brushed, and the tufts of fur on his head neatly combed. He stood in front of the mirror for more than just a few seconds to fully admire his own handiwork before returning to his quarters to dress. A white shirt, a pair of black slacks, black socks and shoes, a black vest, and a violet bow tie seemed perfect for the occasion. The ferret strolled leisurely back into the hallway, checking his appearance once more in the mirror before starting today's agenda.

He finished each task efficiently and with elegance. The mustelid was proud of his work. For as young as he was, it was surprising how quickly he cleaned and prepared food. At the meager age of 30, he was on the more youthful side of his line of work. However, it was all the more reason for the ferret to prove himself. What he lacked in experience, he tried to make up for in vigor.

It had only been a few hours since he had woken up when the door bell rang. The chimes reverberating off the china, paintings, and miscellaneous decor hanging around the house. The ferret straightened out his vest and tie as he walked towards the front room. The door opened slowly with a slight creak. The ferret made a mental note, 'Must oil door hinges,' before bringing his attention to the fellow in front of him. A sizable white rabbit dressed in an ordinary t-shirt and ripped jeans stood on his doorstep with a single suit case in hand. The lagomorph's build was an unusual one for his species. He was broad shoulder with a toned stomach and he was a good head taller than the ferret. His legs were noticeably brawny as they were hugged tightly by his blue jeans. His white ears tipped with black were slicked back in a relaxed state. His lips curved into a half smile as he raised two fingers to casually salute the ferret.

This was not at all what he was expecting. His former master was a frail yet gallant man, soft-spoken but opinionated. What stood before him was a creature who seemed more fitting of a football scholarship than the inheritance of a multi-million dollar business. It couldn't possibly be Mr. Silva's great nephew. The ferret quickly masked his initial surprise with a big smile as he put on his best welcome routine, "Ah, yes! You must be Master Silva. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Barnaby Kane and I will be your humble servant here at this estate," he squeaked in his bright tenor voice.

The ferret bowed before the confused rabbit, the mustelid's tail forming a perfect "S" as his upper body made a 90 degree angle with his legs. When he stood back up, his eyes locked with those of the befuddled lagomorph.

"Ah, ok. I'm Warren. You already know my last name. It's the same as my great uncle. And... uhm... I live here now," he responded with a smooth baritone voice.

Barnaby moved to the side of the doorway and motioned for the rabbit to come in. Warren barged into the house with the grace of a demolition derby car, bringing with him the dirt from his tennis shoes onto the hardwood floor. The ferret forced a smile as his mind screamed at the mess the rabbit was making.

"I would appreciate it if you removed your shoes when you enter, sir." said the ferret. His grey eyes darted quickly from the rabbit's hazel irises to the floor and back. The large rabbit shook his head with a sigh, "It's nice that your opinionated, but I don't think butlers can give their masters requests. That seems kinda' backwards, don't ya' think?"

It took a few moments for the rabbit's words to register in the ferret's brain. "Wh-what?" he stuttered.

"Well, you're the butler. You're supposed to follow my orders, correct? This is also now my house, so it's under new rules. If you want to keep this place clean, you'll just have to do your job." replied Warren.

The ferret huffed and pouted in response. Never before had he met a creature so crude and self-centered. "How- how dare you! I'll have you know, I-"

The rabbit cut him off there with a single finger on his lips. "Shhhhhh. You've got a lot of work ahead of you, Barney. I need you to go and fetch the rest of my luggage. It's in the car parked on the side of the house. After that, could you maybe grab me a beer? You're old enough to serve beer right? I have to say, I wasn't expecting a kid for a butler."

Barnaby could barely speak through his anger and frustration, "I-I'll have you know, I've been working for your uncle for the past 5 years!"

The lagomorph grinned cunningly, "And here I thought child labor was illegal. Luggage. Beer. Now."

The ferret had to remove himself from the room to prevent acting upon any violent impulses. Without another word, he stamped out the front door with a slam. Looking along the paved driveway near the side of the house, he couldn't find the car. It wasn't until he had fully traveled around the house that he saw the small blue Sedan parked on the lawn. 'Well, I never!' he said to himself. After opening the car's trunk, he pulled out the three separate suitcases and juggled them in his arms. When he arrived back indoors, he dropped the luggage were he stood, accidentally stubbing one of his toes. The ferret walked through the pain and into the kitchen to grab a cold beer from the fridge.

The new boss was nowhere to be seen. After traveling through a myriad of corridors, the ferret wondered if maybe he had gone to find a suitable room. With beer in hand, the ferret walked along the hallway that lined the bedrooms before finding the rabbit completely naked, lying out his clothing on the bed with the door wide open. The ferret had guessed that he was well-built judging by his initial appearance, but the rabbit's nude body still managed to surprise him. His wide shoulders stood on top of a well muscled back. His rear seemed perfectly shaped, and the short bobbed tail resting above it only seemed to draw more attention from the butler. Below his tight cheeks, rested two large orbs held in a white furred sac, they bounced back and forth as the lagomorph shifted his footing. He wasn't sure if he should just leave the young buck to himself and not deliver what he was ordered to or if he should speak up. Due to his indecisiveness, he instead stood there awkwardly studying his new employer's body, taking a detailed mental picture.

Before he was able to completely map out every aspect of his boss into his mind, the rabbit turned around to see the mustelid standing in the doorway. "I always thought the polite thing to do was knock before entering." he said in his deep voice.

The ferret didn't give a response, instead he continued staring at the raw slab of beefcake in front of him. The rabbit was even more interesting to look at from the front. His wide pectorals seemed to quiver from the sheer amount of power they held. His abs were not as well defined as the ferret had once thought, but they could still be seen through his thick white fur. His most attractive feature, to the ferret at least, lied between his strong legs. A thick, flaccid penis rested complacently on his large balls. For a moment, the ferret could have sworn he saw it twitch upwards.

It wasn't until he heard a loud cough break his concentration that the ferret looked the bunny in the eyes. The ferret shifted his feet and mumbled, "Y-Yes?"

The intimidating figure pointed down towards the butler's crotch with an index finger. It was now apparent to both of them that Barnaby was more than just admiring the male form. His pants were propped up like a tent by the ferret's raging erection. The ferret felt light headed from the embarrassment and thinking about the situation only seemed to make him more aroused. The rabbit glared down at the butler, his eyes seemingly piercing into the ferret's head. Barnaby didn't know where to look. Facing upwards, he was staring directly into those fierce eyes. Looking downwards, he was only feeding his frustration by studying that meaty cock.

Seconds seemed like entire minutes as the ferret's eyes dodged those of the bunny. But it was only a few seconds before Warren broke the silence with a quiet chortle. "Haheh, I'm sorry about that." He gave a playful slap to Barnaby's shoulder, sending him more than a single step to the side. "I was just messing with you. So, I'm guessing you like what you see?"

The ferret gulped down the saliva building in his mouth before meekly nodding yes. "Well, then. Why don't you give it a taste?" bellowed the rabbit. He seemed completely nonchalant about the situation. He sat down at the foot of the bed, tugging lightly at his flaccid cock. Before the ferret had even kneeled down between the rabbit's spread legs, it was already at half mast.

Barnaby cautiously wrapped his fingers around the slowly growing dick. He brought his short muzzle up to the tip and inhaled deeply, relishing the masculine scent that permeated it. He could smell the sweat caused by a day of hard labour. He could only guess Warren worked out at a gym. It smelled musky and masculine. It invaded his olfactory senses in an all out assault and flipped a switch in his mind that made him crave more. Although he wouldn't think of admitting it audibly, he could have happily bathed in the scent, nuzzled his face against the crotch taking deep breaths, but he withheld himself from doing so. He moved his head downward where the two balls were hanging freely. His wet nose caused the rabbit to elicit a sharp grunt along with a shiver as the ferret's muzzle made contact with Warren's crotch. The ferret extended his tongue out to lick at one of the orbs. He slipped his tongue upwards and let the single testicle fall back down into the sac. Barnaby's hands reached around the lagomorph's body and rested on his thighs, giving him leverage as he became more intimate with the rabbit's genitalia. The slender mustelid was now using the entirety of his tongue to taste both of the bunny's large globes. He juggled them in his mouth, taking turns on which one he sucked on. His warm breath was bouncing off of the white fur and back onto his face, making him feel all the more eager to place his lips around the massive flagpole growing before him.

The ferret pulled back if only to take a breath before working on the now fully erect cock in front of him. He dragged his tongue slowly up the underside of the rock-hard member before meeting with the drops of pre forming at the tip. He savored the saltiness in the clear, slick liquid, licking his chops out of pure thirst for more. He wrapped his tender lips around the lagomorph's tip before planting a few kisses on the head. His tongue lapped and teased at the cap every so often to collect the pre dibbling out of it. Slowly, he began moving his way down toward the ivory colored fur. He could feel the cock pulse inside his maw as he sucked hardily to squeeze out as much of the precious liquid as possible. His tongue lapped along the underside as he felt it twitch and spasm in his mouth. It seemed to have a life of it's own. The rabbit groaned in pleasure if only to encourage the ferret to continue. His silvery paw now resting on top of the ferret's head. He scratched lightly behind the mustelid's ears while his large thumb traced the black mask that surrounded his eyes.

"Damn, you're one of the best cock suckers I've ever had," Warren said through his heavy breathing. He wrapped his powerful legs around the ferret's neck with both feet resting on his brown furred back "This just might have to become a routine."

Barnaby wasn't sure if he should take pride or offense to the rabbit's comment. He would have spoken up for himself if it weren't for Warren's intimidating figure and the cock in his mouth. With his mind now wandering from his current task, he realized just how uncomfortable he was. His own prick was trapped underneath two layers of fabric and its contents were forming a widening circle on his crotch. It took the ferret a few moments to realize that was just the pre and he had not already achieved orgasm. The ache he felt in his balls and dick attested to this. He thought about unzipping his pants and pulling out his manhood, but he wasn't entirely ready for his master to see him at his most intimate.

It was then that the rabbit's hands forcibly shoved the mustelid down on his cock. The head of it slipped down Barnaby's throat, causing him to gag. This caused an epiphany to form in the ferret's mind. No words needed to be spoken. Here he was, a noble butler, now being used as nothing more than a prostitute. His talents weren't needed here. He could just as easily be replaced. He was dressed well enough to attend a ball, and yet he sat at the foot of his new master, sucking a cock eagerly and with apparent arousal. The shame washed over him like a tidal wave, dashing his pride to tiny little pieces. However, he couldn't stop now. He wouldn't even consider it. He felt some primal urge to stay exactly where he was and taste the ejaculate run down his throat.

Warren's thrust only seemed to be increasing with every moment. The strain on Barnaby's jaw was causing tears to form around his eyes. But the ferret braced through the pain if only to feel the payload hit home. The lagomorphs legs lifted off of the ferret's back and kicked at the air. Warren yelled out in ecstasy as his manhood released stream after stream of warm seed into the ferret's mouth. The ferret gulped down the creamy concoction with incessant fervor. Try as he may, he wasn't able to keep the throbbing cock in his mouth due to the rabbit's vigorous motions. It popped out as the rabbit laid back in the bed, squirting cum all over the bed and the ferret's head and muzzle. Exhausted, the butler laid down on the floor on his back. He panted loudly as he felt the warm seed seep down into his stomach. For the next few moments, it was dead quite save for their combined breathing. The rabbit broke the silence with a question, "So... you got my beer?"

Barnaby was incapable of mustering a response. "Fine," said Warren, "I'll find it myself."

It only took him 15 seconds to see the bottle lying on the floor near the bedroom door frame. As he leaned down to pick it up, he noticed the ferret's raging erection. He leaned over the ferret with a malicious smile and stroked up and down the length with his thumb. The ferret didn't expect for himself to be this pent up. Surges of pleasure filled his body as he felt his aching cock react to the stimulations. His arousal, higher than it had ever been before, caused him to writhe on the floor, moaning, as his cock released his seed into the fabric that clothed him. He ejaculated with such force, his cum seeped through his underwear and even his pants. Droplets of the white liquid dribbled down the side. The ferret attempted to defend his hair trigger behavior but only managed a few syllables before falling asleep, "Tha-Thas..." A content smile formed on his face.

Warren picked up his beer and unscrewed the cap. After taking a swig, he grimaced at the now lukewarm beverage. Before leaving the room and shutting the door, he turned around momentarily to whisper, "Now you can't say I never did anything for ya'."