The Re-Tooled Mechanic
Cole was already into his third pint before his binge drinking was interrupted. For the white and black spotted great dane, it had been deceptively easy to put that much beer back. Several factors played into the set of circumstances that resulted in the canine nearly being three sheets to the wind.
First, it was Friday evening and Cole didn't have anywhere to be tomorrow. Second, on a whim the tall great dane had decided to try out a new bar. Since he didn't know anyone, no time was wasted on small talk. He chose to focus his efforts and attention on the chilled mugs delivered in front of him by the bar keep. Third, the dog really, really enjoyed his beer. It made good weeks feel great and shitty weeks bearable. And this just happened to be an especially shitty week.
But as things happened to work out, the blue colar canine wasn't permitted to imbibe in peace until he finally had his fill and stumbled on home. Instead, thirty minutes into his Sunday end-of-week wind down ritual, Cole felt a strong tap on the backside of his shoulder.
Turning himself around in the barstool with exaggerated slowness brought on by inebriation, the great dane eventually got himself more or less facing in the direction of the annoying disturbance.
Just a couple feet away stood a large saint bernard, donning what Cole considered to be a silly formal vest and tie combo and an even sillier smile.
Regretting having turned around now that he could see that the other dog was a man, as opposed to a woman, the great dane gruffly grumbled out, "What do you want?"
As if entirely oblivious to the drunk canine's demeanor, the saint bernard cheerfully answered, "You're Cole, right? From Auburn High School? I'm Kinsey. We had a few classes together. Remember me?"
Despite squinting his eyes in an attempt to muddled brain to function properly for long enough to identify the man, Cole eventually gave up and lazily responded, "Oh yeeeaaah. How ya doin, bud?"
His deep voice barked out a quick laugh at the sitting male's slurred, somewhat comedic reply, and then Kinsey said, "Good! Listen, it's really great to see you. I'd love to catch up. How about we grab a booth?"
Feebly trying to come up with any reason to decline the other dog's offer, Cole droned on a bit with, "Ummm, well, you see I have my beer here and..."
However the saint bernard wasn't having it, already pulling the great dane off his stool and helping to support his weight, all the while telling him, "Nonsense. Here, I'll pay for your beer. Let's head over to the booth over there and we'll flag down a waitress for ya. How's that sound?" But even as wasted as Cole was, he could tell that it didn't really matter how well or poorly that plan sounded to him -- the saint bernard was insistent.
So, a bit lamely, he offered, "Ermm... yeah... you bet."
Using his bulk and strength to assist his mostly uncooperative former classmate across the bar, Kinsey eventually got the two of them to the dimly lit corner both and allowed Cole to slide out from under his arm and into the red padded seat.
About to take the seat opposite to the great dane, the brown and black saint bernard had an expression of realization come across his face. Snapping his fingers in the air, the man announced, "Nearly forgot your drink! Be right back." before disappearing and reappearing in the span of a few breaths.
Now as he sat down he placed Cole's half finished drink before him.
"Here ya go, Cole. Drink up! It's on me."
Grateful to have an excuse to keep his mouth busy for a moment so he could think of a couple small-talky things to say, the canine flashed his teeth in what he hoped looked like a smile and took a long drink.
Kinsey was more than happy to fill the silence with his own brand of chat chat.
"So, you're wearing a leather motorcycle jacket! You into bikes?"
Burping under his breath into his mug, Cole gave up trying to place the other man's face and explained, "It's kind of a uniform, actually... We work on bikes. Me and my boss, that is. Repair... custom jobs... that sort of thing."
Smiling happily at the mechanic, Kinsey remarked, "Woah. That's awesome. I'm sort of surprised you've been able to hold down a job. But I guess you always were good with your hands. You gave me quite the beating a time or two way back, if memory serves."
Too sloppy drunk to pick up on the less than subtle insult, Cole's brain focused on the last thing it heard.
Cocking his head and trying to jog his own memory, the great dane pressed on that point and inquired, "Oh, I beat you, did I? Were you in my division in football or something?"
Chuckling, the other man nodded and said, "You could certainly say I was playing for the other team, alright. And you didn't care for it."
Laughing in response to Kinsey's laugh, Cole smirked and explained, "Yeah, we beat you guys good... got stopped at the championship game, though. Did good enough to get some cheerleader pussy. That was a great game..."
Fishing in his pocket for something as the dog finished bragging, the former classmate rebuked, "You always were a pussy hound, Cole. Which actually brings me to why I was so glad to have run into you. Delightful happenstance, yeah?"
Too busy noticing that his glass was now mostly empty to care about what the vest wearing guy sitting across from him was blabbing on about, the great dane only keyed back into what the man was saying when he saw a large coin hit the table, held between two of the canine's fingers.
The heavy sounding thump as its edge struck the wood made Cole sit up and blink. The way the dim light struck the well-polished coin caused it to gleam enticingly.
Eyes slowly growing wide as the light radiated across his vision, the mechanic perked up for the first time when he asked, "...What's that?"
Rolling the gold coin back and forth on it's edge across the table with his palm, Kinsey replied, "Oh this? Just a little something I picked during one of my trips out of country. ...Do you like it?"
Too shit faced to bother with eloquence, Cole simply responded with, "Yeah... it's nice. It's... nice and shiney..."
Kinsey began maneuvering the coin with practiced ease. It weaved between his fingers and danced back and forth over his knuckles.
His voice taking on a warm, inviting tone, the saint bernard calmly intoned, "That's it, Cole. Keep your eye on the bauble. Let it fill your vision."
Cole felt a heavy calmness settle down over him as he watched the glimmering coin. It moved to and fro... side to side... flipped around and around.
His eyes began to feel heavy and yet they refused to close. He had no desire to look away as the rest of the bar faded out from his vision and the voices of the other patrons turned to white noise in his ears.
All the other patrons except Kinsey.
"That's it... that's good, Cole. Focus on my voice... hear what I have to say and listen close. It was tricky enough to track you down after all these years... you wouldn't want my all my hard work going to waste now, would you?"
Instinctively knowing not to speak, the great dane shook his head slowly while keeping both his eyes on the coin.
"Excellent. Now Cole... I'm going to start spinning the coin. It's going to go faster and faster. And then faster and faster still. The faster it goes, the more relaxed you'll become. The faster it goes, the more your conscious mind will fly away alongside the light that is flowing out from the coin. Then the coin will start to slow down. By the time it comes to a stop, you'll be completely relaxed and only your subconscious mind will be left. ...Here we go now, Cole. Watch closely."
The mechanic eyes shot open even wider still in wonder as the coin began to spin all on its own, no longer touched by the man sitting across from him. It started off slowly, but amazingly it seemed to pick up speed as it turned, in defiance of physics. Soon it was spinning so fast that it took on the appearance of the midday sun... so bright that Cole felt it burn itself into his vision. And yet it wasn't painful in the slightest.
Quite the opposite. It was peaceful. Serene. Tranquil.
The coin's light blazed in front of him like an inferno. Its rays burned everything away until there was only Kinsey's voice.
"You feel your conscious mind fading, Cole... In ten seconds, it'll be stripped away completely and only your exposed subconscious mind will be left. Nine... eight... seven... you're entirely at peace... six... five... four... the last of your wakeful mind is slipping away... three... two... one."
In a moment that lasted for only an instant and yet also dragged into an eternity, the coin froze in place and stood still on it's edge. Then it came alive. The golden sun that it had become suddenly went supernova before Cole's eyes. In response, all of his muscles seized and he took a deep, gasping, panicked breath.
It felt as if he'd been thrown into a frozen lake.
At last, the light vanished and in its absence he felt a powerful chill, deep in his bones. Blinking rapidly, the dog found himself gripping the table's edge with all his might even as Kinsey stood up.
The saint bernard's voice was slightly hoarse and somewhat drained as he bid farewell. "Well Cole, it was good catching up but I must be on my way. I have a plane to catch shortly and then it's off to another ancient hidden corner of the world."
Too shook up by what he'd just experienced to vocalize a coherent response, the canine just stared ahead, forward into the the now vacant, and mutely nodded.
Standing just to the side of the great dane, the other man leaned down so as to speak softly into his ear.
"Oh and don't worry about your tab. It's paid up and I took the liberty of closing it out. Goodbye, Cole. I doubt we'll be running into each other again."
With that, Kinsey walked away, leaving Cole alone at his booth. He raised his beer mechanically, the coin still shining in his mind, and the rest of the night vanished in a blur.
The next morning, Cole woke up with a blinding headache, and drove in to work.
The great dane had left his apartment in a bit of a hurry this morning after struggling to get out of a bed. After zombie-shuffling into the bathroom for a five minute shower, the dog had thrown on his work clothes, locked up his place, and hopped on his bike after receiving a text from his boss that read, 'My office. Now.'
Having worked for the gorilla for a few years now, the dog knew him to be a blunt man of few words, outside of motorcycles and shop talk. So when the mechanic noticed the message on his phone from earlier in the morning, he got into work as fast as he could, not wanting to risk getting on his employer's bad side on a Monday, with the rest of the week still to go.
Parking his bike in the rear lot, the great dane entered through the employees-only door and immediately spotted the store's sole owner, Draven. Waving a paw at the man in an attempt to defuse any tension between the two, Cole said, "Sorry I'm late, boss. Had one drink too many last night, I guess. So, what's up?"
Book in hand, the imposing, steely eyed gorilla gave Cole a long, considering look and then loudly demanded, "Get undressed."
Caught off guard by the out of the blue instruction, the great dane only had presence of mind to reflexively ask, "Huh? What was that?"
Frowning, Draven looked away from the canine and into the book. Muttering incoherently to himself, he flipped a few pages back and forth before arriving at the section he had apparently been looking for.
"Oh. Right. Get undressed, limp dick."
Even as Cole's mouth moved to reassert his confusion, his body began to move seemingly of its own accordingly in compliance with his bosses wishes. Unhurried but also not wasting any time, the great dane was dumbfounded as he involuntarily shucked off his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and even underwear.
Only as he was kicking his own boxers off the ankle they'd been momentarily caught off was able to express his shock into words.
Panic tinting his voice, the dog yelled out, "What the fuck is this! How are you doing this!"
Looking less annoyed now that Cole had loyally obeyed his last command, Draven shrugged and simply stated, "Dunno. This book was on my office desk this morning when I showed up. It says it's your owner manual. I ain't shitting you -- it literally says "Cole's Owner Manual" on the cover. Like you some car or motorcycle or something. Got all kinds of crap in here about you. Pages and pages of the stuff. Including that bit on how to motivate you to listen."
Voice growing shrill in worry, Cole angrily denied the gorilla absurd words.
"Horse shit! Stop fucking around, Draven. Give me that."
Arms out and grasping, the great dane rushed his employer, only to be told, "Stand still, limp dick."
And just like that, his legs no longer obeyed him, stopping Cole mere feet from the larger, dark furred man. The mechanic did everything in his power to get himself to move, but all he could do was lean over in place, the tips of his fingers inches away from both the gorilla and the book he was leafing through.
Cole was in a state of utter disbelief. This was just too out there for him to wrap his head around.
"Please, stop this, dude. Just... enough, man!"
Scratching the back of his head with his thick digits, Draven shook his head and said, "I ain't make you do shit, man. I don't believe in no voodoo magic. If you're stripping your clothes off here in front of me, that's your own choice. Fuckin' grow a pair and make your own decisions. Or maybe this is what you want? That would sure go a long way towards explaining all those texts I got from you last night." Cole had no verbal response to this. All he could do was blink rapidly in confusion and shake his head dumbly. He had no idea what Draven was talking about.
With a guttural grunt, the black gorilla pulled out his cell phone and began quoting.
"Man, I'm so horny; Dude... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want your cock so bad right now; No, srsly, you want to meet up?; All I can think about is going down on you."
Draven paused, staring skeptically at the dog. " ...It goes on and on from there, boy. You basically blew up my phone last night with all them dirty texts. Good thing I got unlimited messaging. Want me to keep going?"
Finding his voice, Cole loudly denied the accusation.
"No way! Not a fucking chance in hell I sent that shit. Someone's messing with you -- can't you see that?"
Holding his phone out so that the extra large screen was facing towards the canine, the great dane's stern boss said, "I guess next you'll tell me that you didn't send me all these dick pics? That ain't your pecker right there? This ain't your face here in the next one?"
The gorilla swiped a fingers across the screen again and again, each movement revealing another lewd selfie taken by an extremely drunk appearing Cole.
The denial sounded weak even to his own ears. "...No... no, man, fuck no. That isn't possible."
Putting his phone back into his pocket, Draven thought about it a moment, rubbed the bottom of his chin, and said, "Way I see it, those texts and this book showing up at the same time are no coincidence. I don't know what's going on, but I haven't been getting so much action in the sack lately that I'm gonna force you to stop if you gonna insist on throwing yourself between my legs. But I ain't paying you any extra either, got it?" Growing so loud he was now shouting, Cole screamed, "No ones sucking anyone's dick, Draven! Stop talking crazy!"
"I got a phone full of texts that say you are. And here you are standing right in front of me with your pants off. You don't want to taste my meat or suck down my cum? Fine. I'm not gonna make you. But if what you need from me is an invitation... well then..."
Waving his arms back and forth in front of the gorilla's face in desperation, the great dane commanded Draven to stop as firmly as he couldn't, ordering him to, "Stop, dude! Don't!"
But with the corners of his mouth turning up into the world's faintest smile, the mechanic's employer calmly demanded, "Get over here and suck my cock, limp dick."
Cole's reality shattered around him as his body moved to do the unthinkable. Never in all the years he'd worked alongside Draven had he ever harbored even a sliver of sexual attraction towards the lumbering brute. And yet here he was, powerless to stop his own naked and exposed body from walking over towards the massive gorilla.
Even as he took the last few steps needed to close the distance between the two of them and his arms reached out towards the front of Draven's brown leather belt, Cole found that he was still able to control his mouth. For the moment at least.
And so he pleaded.
"Draven, I'm begging you -- tell me to stop! I'm not in control! I swear to the all-mighty that I don't want this. Please, man... don't make me do this. Please!"
As his employee's hands fiddled with his belt, the gorilla only shrugged again. Reaching into his back pant's pocket to pull out a carton of cigarettes and lighter, the older male replied, "Stop yourself, Cole. You want my dick that bad? Who am I to deny you. But you better not fuckin' scrape my cock with your teeth, or you and I are gonna be having a problem. Play nice and I'll let you and my boy get to know one another... just like you begged me for last night."
Cole didn't plan on stopping his hopeless attempt to get the man to call this off, but a couple seconds later he found himself at a complete loss for words as his hands pulled off Draven's belt. Mouth open in wordless denial, the great dane shook his head in an ineffective rejection of the absurd circumstances he found himself in.
Time dilated around him as the dog saw his own disobedient paw slowly tug the gorilla's pants' zipper. As twin bits of blue dyed cloth parted from one another, Cole's pulse began to race as his eyes took in what was the sum of all of his immediate fears. At first, only the thick root of the other man's stalk was visible, but inch by inch the entirety of Draven's shaft was exposed. Inevitably, after what felt like an eternity of apprehension and suspense to the canine, the gorilla's plump cock head was exposed.
With protracted sluggishness, the mostly soft dick began to rise up towards Cole's face. In a delayed realization, the dog was horrified to find that it was his own hand that was adjusting the angle of meat, pointing it towards his own muzzle and drawing it closer to his open mouth.
No longer able to form words as his lips prepared to receive his boss' flesh, the mechanic looked up as his long-time employer, silently imploring the stubborn male to save him.
"You can look up at me with those pitiful eyes all you want. There's no denying how much you're aching for this. You know... I reviewed the security tapes from last night, Cole. It was you who put that book on my desk. Kinky mutt..."
The great dane had precious little time to process that new information as his traitorous body did the unimaginable and fed him a mouthful of another man's cock. A barrage of insults assaulted Cole's senses as his tongue and lips got to work pleasing Draven sexually.
The rude taste. The unexpected weight of the gorilla's ponderous unit on his tongue. The way Draven's thick pubic fur was right in front of his eyes and nose. And the worst part is, there was no reason to believe that this was going to be over any time soon.
Lighting up a lone cigarette and taking a long drag, Draven held the chemical air in his lungs a long moment before exhaling it with an exclamation.
"Yeah... fuck yeah! That's the stuff... you're makin' me feel real good, boy. Shit... why you wait so long to tell me you were hot for my dick? I'd of had you on your knees years ago. Got to say, I'm sort of pissed at you for all the times I just had to suck it up and put up with a bad case of blue balls. You could have taken care of that for me, couldn't you?"
Pulling more of the gruff gorilla's rapidly elongating rod into his mouth, the canine could only stare up at Draven helplessly, trying to get his boss to understand that this wasn't what he wanted. He'd never asked to become so intimately familiar with how the gorilla's leaky, wide dick helmet felt as it threatened to make him gag while it teased the entrance to his throat. Nor how Draven's crotch smelled as the man's pubes tickled his nose.
For his part, the gorilla was clearly not receiving Cole's non-verbal communication as he glanced away from the dog's pathetic expression to study the book in greater detail. Turning pages with a dexterous hand, Draven talked down towards his worker in a one-sided conversation as the canine struggled to please him orally.
"There's a lot of weird stuff in here, you know? Hard to believe how thick this book is. Almost as thick as me... amiright?"
Draven snorted at his own joke as he picked random pages to skim read. He found himself wishing that the book didn't require both hands to hold it. He'd of prefered to guide the dog's somewhat inept sucking action with a firm grip on the back of his hand. Still... the gorilla was quietly appreciative of the fact that Cole didn't seem intimidated by how fat his cock had gotten. Plenty of bitches in the past (both male and female) had balked at going down on him after they'd brought him to his full length. Credit where credit is due, he told himself: the dog never had been one to back down from a challenge.
"Look here on this page. Says you got a thing for bulls, wolves, zebras, and gorillas. Well good on you... live the dream, Cole. Come on, tongue my balls some and see if that don't scratch that gorilla-sized itch for ya."
This was just leagues past 'too much'. The great dane decided this was it -- this was the line. He'd be damned if he was going to nuzzle up against this crude--
Not even bothering to look away from his place in the text, the boss instructed, "I said stop ignoring my nuts, limp dick."
As though some switch had been thrown in his head, Cole's body changed up its tactic and his mouth suddenly filled with the pungent taste of sweaty gorilla sack. The dog's long tongue swept back and forth over the bulging orbs as if trying to make up for lost time. The mechanic cringed as he felt himself suck one of the objectionable balls into his muzzle and start to fondle it inside his mouth.
Sighing heavily in contentment, Draven continued to take drags on his cigarette as he got to know his employee better via means of the baffling book Cole had left for him.
"You know... I can sort of, maybe, kind of understand why you'd put all this stuff in here about your kinks. But you know what makes absolutely no sense to me? All these pages filled with the things you hate... how best to punish you. You really get off on that? Like, here it tells me that if you get mouthy or petulant with, I should make you jerk off for an hour or so in a public bathroom. A woman's public bathroom. At like, the mall or something. That's some fucked up imagination you got there, buddy. Dressing up slutty for gay dance clubs... bottoming in a real porno... tracking down and sucking off the guy who stole your date to the high school prom. You really get off on this?"
In a case of unfortunate timing, Cole opened his maw wide and used both hands to stuff the gorilla's full sack past his teeth, which caused Draven's full and dripping erection to drape itself over his sensitive nose.
Sucking in air between clenched teeth, the bike store owner expressed his admiration for the dog's feat with a long whistle.
"Whooo boy... guess that's a yes! Come on, wow me, dick breath. Go on, tell your ol' pal Draven your kinkiest, slutiest, most private fantasy, limp dick."
Pulling the man's eggs out of his mouth with a wet smack, Cole couldn't even begin to imagine how he would possibly respond to such a question. Unluckily for him, his eager to please subconscious was more than happy to over-share.
With complete sincerity in his voice, the dog offered up, "I always wanted my dick tattooed, pierced all over, and permanently dyed. I like the idea of people involuntarily laughing at my manhood the first time they lay eyes on it because of how ridiculous it looks. I want there to be so many metal rods and rings sticking out of it that it's practically impossible to jerk off."
And with that said and out in the open, the mechanic got right back to work on his boss' shaft. Internally, he felt absolutely crushed. He'd never even considered sharing that over the top, ridiculous fantasy with anyone, much less the guy who cut his twice monthly checks.
Tossing the burdensome book away, the tome landed with thunderous thump as Draven used his newly freed hands to seize either side of Cole's head.
"Fuck boy, you really know how to get a middle-age man's motor revved up, don't you? But enough dirty talk... let's see what you got. Grab my ass cheeks and hold on for dear life, limp dick, because papa's gonna blaze himself a trail."
The gorilla didn't even bother to wait for Cole's inevitable compliance. Instead, he immediately set himself to fucking the living daylight out of the canine's face hole. Turning his own stiff rod into a cock-sized battering ram, Draven thrust his hips forward while simultaneously pulling down hard on his employee's head.
The result was as pleasurable for the older male as it was grievous for the great dane. For the defenseless canine, it felt like he was having his tonsils punched, over and over again. It wasn't so much painful as it was terribly alarming. The saliva drenched shaft was depriving him of life sustaining oxygen while also reminding him how powerless he had become.
Draven, on the other hand, was in his element. Having some horny sub hold onto his well developed glutes while he showed the bitch the true meaning of deep throating was one of life's rare treasures. The fact that it was his own employee who had masqueraded for years as a real man only made the pleasure that much sweeter.
The dominant male hadn't been kidding when he told Cole that he'd been annoyed at all the missed opportunities to dump a load in the boy. Now he planned on making up for lost time, no matter how much it made the mutt's throat ache.
It was for this reason alone that Draven dragged out this oral fuck-fest into a fifteen minute long marathon, brutally slamming the crown of his cock as far into the slut's throat as it would go, again, and again, and again.
By the time the gorilla felt his sizable balls pull up and his swimmers start their rapid journey down his urethra and into Cole's mouth, the dog was just about ready to pass out. As it happened, his struggle for oxygen took a turn for the worse as his muzzle began to overflow with ropes of pearly cum.
Much of the musky cream was discharged directly down his throat, but some of the seed was simply allowed to flow out over his tongue and teeth to give him a good taste. Serving as a makeshift plunger, the gorilla's blunt pole shoved generous helpings of the jizz towards the back of Cole's mouth, where he had no choice but to swallow the potent semen as fast as he possibly could.
But it was only when it was over, the mechanic on his knees, taking deep breaths practically through the ungracious man's cock, that Cole was forced to truly confront what he'd just done.
He'd stripped naked, knelt down, unzipped his boss' pants, and went down on the man until the business owner had fucked his face full of cum. And as far as Draven was concerned, that was exactly what had just happened.
Still yet worse, he found himself lapping pathetically at the man's spent, drooping length. Though Cole was unaware of it, his insistent tongue was actually beginning to irritate the gorilla, but for the moment was too tired to stop the great dane.
Instead, he just fished out another cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit up, in addition to trying to talk out of the other side of his mouth.
"Well, fuck puppet... I got good news and bad news. The good news is, I changed my mind. Imma give you a pay bump after all. Not a huge one, mind you. I'm not made of money. But I can throw an extra... ten K a year your way. Call it compensation for wear, tear, and depreciation. I'm gonna be putting some serious mileage on your throat and ass, and I don't want to hear you bitching about it later, got it? But I suppose that leads me to the bad news. The bad news is, losing that money means I can't afford to pay my once a week maid no more. So, you're gonna have to move in with me and keep the place nice and tidy. Course you're free to tell me no on that point... but if ya do I'll have to let you go. Just business, you understand. How about it then, what do you say?"
Every sentence the brutish idiot voiced only served to enrage the canine. How dare that thug try and dictate terms to him? Who the fuck did he think he was?
But even as Cole tried to tell the gorilla exactly what he thought of him and his offer, the dog perceived that it was futile to try and be understood while he was mumbling loudly into Draven's soft member. The way it flopped around inside his mouth and over his tongue made it virtually impossible to make himself clear.
But that didn't stop the store owner from reaching his own conclusions.
"Good to hear it, boy. I got a king sized mattress at home, and you're welcome to a whole quarter of it. Also... keep that up, limp dick. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're breathing new life into my cock. Guess we're already a go for round two. In record time, too. Been a long time since my floppy partner down there could do two shows in a row."
Cole could only whine pitifully into the other man's thickening shaft and hold onto the gorilla's hairy, muscled cheeks as his boss' hips began to move back and forth, slowly picking up speed as they went. The dog didn't think things could get any worse until he heard the older man speak up again.
Cupping the back of the mechanics head in one of his large hands, Draven said, "Why don't you get in on the action too, Cole. Go ahead and fuck my boot, limp dick. No need to be gentle, either... This boot is plenty tough. It'll hold up."
It was then that the great dane felt the rough rubber soles of his boss' boot start pressing down on his package, squashing his junk into the hardwood floor. To his eternal shame, he felt canine arousal begin to slip out of his sheathe.
He could only moan into the half-hard, semen smeared pole that was once again beginning to abuse the entrance to his throat as the man's boot cruelly compressed his swiftly hardening flesh.
Twenty minutes later, Cole could be found in the shop's small employees-only restroom, gargling soapy water and gripping the sides of the polished white ceramic sink and trying to ignore the dull-ache coming from his now spent member.
Deep in his heart, he knew he'd somehow walked into an actual nightmare turned real. Something like the twilight zone or silent hill or the like. Losing control of his body. Being manipulated like a puppet. Stripped of dignity and even the right not to participate in his own degradement.
Maddeningly, his boss Draven couldn't see that. The great dane had been around the man long enough to know that the hardheaded gorilla rolled his eyes at anything that was promoted as religious or superstitious. As far as the canine could tell, his employer had it firmly in his head that Cole was just a very committed role player who got off on being talked down to and put in his place.
With a deep and growing feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, the dog fretted at the notion that there would really be no way to convince Draven that something unexplainable was happening here. Not only because of how far fetched it sounded, but also because following that thread of reasoning led to the conclusion that the gorilla was an unintentional rapist.
No -- There'd be no way to convince his boss unless he produced irrefutable evidence. Evidence Cole didn't have and wasn't even confident existed. He'd have to try and track down the asshole mutt Kinsey. The great dane had some fuzzy memories of running into his former classmate the night before, and somehow he just knew the shit-bag was responsible for this.
Even as the great dane spat into the sink, he knew that was worse than a long-shot. It would probably prove to be impossible. Especially if Draven refused to give him time away from the shop to ferret out some leads or look into the matter.
But first thing was first. He was going to take a look at the book.
Turning around and shouldering the bathroom door out of his way, Cole stalked down the hallway with purpose in his steps until he arrived back at the employee lounge where he'd be forced to service the big dicked oaf. Twice.
His string of terrible luck was unbroken however, as the book was no longer where Draven had thrown it onto the floor. Scanning the room, he moved rapidly to examine every square foot of the space to make sure the offensive tome hadn't just been kicked or placed out of the way.
After a few minutes more of searching, Cole gave up. It was obvious that his boss had it. He'd have to confront the man. As much as the thought of another altercation with the man made him skittish. He could still taste the gorilla on his tongue. Could still feel the man's hair between his fingers and muscled flesh under his palms.
But there was no choice. He had to find out if there was anything in that book that could help him escape this trap.
Walking through the store as calm and confidently as he could manage, it only took peeking into three rooms before he found the other man in the second garage at the back of building.
Mustering up his courage, Cole called out, "Hey... toss me that book, okay?"
Kneeling to the side of an older, well used motorcycle, the gorilla hands were already a greasy mess as he reached down into his toolbox to swap out implements. Draven didn't bother to look up from what he was doing, but instead grunted under breath before saying, "Nah. On the inside of the cover it says it's for my eyes only. Even has my name, penned in your hand writing. I can't really say I understand the game you're playing, pup, but if it involves you and me rolling in the hay and knocking boots, I figure I'll just play along. So, that'd be a 'no', Cole. You gave it to me. It's mine. I'm keeping it."
Feeling himself growing hot under the collar, the younger man tried to keep his temper in check.
"I said, give it to me, Draven. You've had your fun, so quit while you're ahead."
Standing up slowly to his full, towering height, the gorilla took a rag out of his shirt pocket and methodically wiped the worst of the muck from his hands.
With iron in his voice, he answered back, "You sure about that, little man? Let me tell you what I think is happening. You're trying to piss me off so that I'll come down on you. Hard. Because you get off on this shit. And you know what? That's fine. You want me to play the 'big-dicked daddy', you got it, champ. I'm happy to lay down some pipe on ya. But don't forget a second fool yourself into believing that don't see through all your games."
Even understanding that this conversation was not going well for him, Cole couldn't help but ask the cliched question that sprang to mind.
"What the hell are you talking about?", the canine asked indignantly.
Throwing the rag on the ground and striding over to the dog in an unhurried fashion, the gorilla followed up with, "You know what. For years you've been telling me and anyone who would listen how straight you were... how much you loved banging chicks. But deep inside you've always been a self-hating homo, deep in denial. It finally got to be too much for you, and like an addict who needs his fix, you came onto me. But you're too deep in denial to make it easy on yourself, aren't ya. So how did you deal with your heart and mind pulling you two different directions? You put all this effort into getting me to take the lead. Letting me know how much you wanted me to tell you want to do. Remember, boy, I never laid a hand on you before already had my cock in your mouth."
Nearly trembling at the unnerving narrative his boss was painting, Cole still tried his best to set the story straight.
Crossing his arms, and putting his chin up, the canine said, "No! I'm telling you, someone is messing with you. But it's not me. It's the same guy who wrote that book. The same guy who made it so that I have to do whatever you say. Listen, dude, his name is Kinsey and I went to high school with him and--"
Wrapping a large hand around his employee's muzzle, holding it closed and stopping Cole in mid sentence, Draven cut in with, "Enough with the lies. I want you to admit the truth. Not just to me, but to yourself. And if I have to play by your silly kink rules in that there book of yours, so be it. Tell me the truth. Tell me that you made this Kinsey character up, limp dick."
Cole felt ice run course through his veins. No. Not that. Anything but that. But he'd been given no choice. As Draven removed his hand, the canine spoke up, soft but sure, "I made Kinsey up."
Nodding to himself, the gorilla said, "That's what I thought. Now, I don't want to hear anything more about him. Or about this superstitious crap about you not having control. Or about the book or anything else about this ludicrous paranormal conspiracy theory you're trying to sell me. And yes, that is an order, limp dick. It's time to let it go... maybe focus on work for a bit, yeah?"
And just like that, Cole felt the trap snap closed around him. With his self-assuredness that the world operated in predictable and explicable ways, the man closed every avenue of escape that the canine had planned on attempting. He was well and truly fucked.
With a vacant expression on and feeling hollowed out and drained, he could only manage to blink mutely in response to Draven's command.
"So, unless there was something else, or you'd like to act like an adult who can make his own decisions and give up the ghost on this little roleplay situation you've got us into, I want you to get back to that Arlington bike in your garage and let this rest."
Even fighting back with every fiber of willpower he could, Cole was just as powerless to disobey as he'd been early when he'd been on his knees. He was utterly incapable of discussing his unexplainable circumstances, regardless of how much he was burning up inside to do so.
In a rare moment of emotional expression, Draven placed his hand on the young mechanic's shoulder and told him, "Buck up, champ. You'll get through this. Just give yourself time and don't be too hard on yourself."
But even he was clearly uncomfortable in such a supportive role, so the gorilla finished it off with, "Okay, off with ya, now. Go. I got work to do."
Turning around and walking away from the man's stiff, awkward embrace, the straight canine knew what it felt like to have the ground pulled out from under you.
For the rest of the day, Cole worked on bike's in a haze of stupification. He was just plain unable to find a way out of this nightmare, and for the moment he was about ready to give up trying.
The couple of times he had encountered Draven later, they'd both been distant and self-conscious. Cole because he couldn't get out the image of the gorilla's giant, vein-covered shaft out of his head, and Draven because he was worried he'd been too hard on the boy.
The gorilla felt that maybe putting the dog into a catch twenty-two situation had been overly harsh. He had purposely made it so that Cole would be forced to give up the game or at least keep the most eye-rolling parts of the his drama out of the office and out of the gorilla's hair.
Draven was still at a loss to explain the sudden shift in his employee's demeanor and behavior, but he was quietly sympathetic to the fact that Cole was sorting through some thorny personal issues in his private life. The only thing the gorilla could do at this point was to continue to be there for his mechanic and to provide with a safe place to experiment sexually, if that's what he needed.
Not that the store owner was complaining. He'd always thought the boy was handsome, even when he had interviewed the inexperienced motorcycle tinkerer. But he'd always taken care to keep things professional and to respect the line between employer and employee, and between boss and friend.
But since Cole had crossed that line himself, brazenly and voluntarily, Draven wasn't so saintly that he wouldn't slip his meat between a pair of willing lips or cheeks. Even if those lips belonged to someone on his payroll.
At the end of the day though, the gorilla knew what he had to do. He had to listen to what Cole had been trying to tell him. Not about that nonsense with the witchcraft and the voodoo mind control and all that horse pucky. But in the guide to his own need and desires that he'd gone out of his way to write and then to give to Draven.
The man hated to admit it, but it took a lot of courage to open yourself up to another person like that.
And so, near the end of the day, the boss sat down in his office and set himself to getting through as much of the queerly titled book as he could. Which for him, not being a terribly well-read man, ended up being just a fraction of its total length. Still, it was enough to inform his decision on how to handle his employee.
Leaning over to double check the monitor for the security cameras in the corner of the room, Draven first made sure that Cole hadn't yet left for the day. Spotting him in the third rectangular quadrant of the monitor, the gorilla pulled out his phone and shot the younger man a quick text.
It read, "Please join me in my office."
On the monitor, the great dane could be seen checking his phone, before slumping his shoulders and wandering off screen. The store was small enough that it only took him a minute to show up at his boss' door.
With an edge of unease Cole asked, "Yes, sir?"
It was now or never, Draven decided. He'd give the boy what he was too ashamed to admit he needed.
"Listen Cole, I'm going to be honest with you... This 'limp dick' thing is a bit out of my comfort zone. So, I think I'm just going to say it one more time, okay? Here it goes: Limp dick, if I give you what sounds like an order, you're going to follow it whether I say 'limp dick' or not. See? Now we can be a bit more cordial with each other, and still follow your stupid -- errr, I mean, silly role play rules."
Feeling panic well up within him, the canine had a bad feeling about where this was going and so he tried to interject.
But even as he opened his mouth to explain to Draven in no uncertain terms that this is not what he wanted, the older male told him, "Shut up, boy."
Proving yet again that things could always get worse, Cole found himself speechless. Terrifyingly, the gorilla hadn't even needed to use the before required pass phrase to force the dog to comply.
"Good. Now... show me how much you want this, lad. Beg for my dick, slutty pup."
The heterosexual great dane wanted to scream. But when he opened his mouth to howl, what came out was a lust filled, "Please sir, allow me to undo your pants so I can rub my face all over your massive shaft. I want it in my mouth, sir. Or under my tail... I just need it in me so bad. I need to feel it shoving its way into me... forcing me to accept its power and size."
Cole didn't believe a word of what he was saying, but it was plain from watching the increasingly riled-up gorilla's reaction that the other man very much did. The canine's true opinions were that he resented his boss' throbbing swollen cock. How it was bigger than his own and how humiliated he'd felt when it'd be roughly put to him earlier that day. Draven's unit was ugly, excessively sized, and menacing. The last thing that the great dane wanted was the dark-furred gorilla's hard-on anywhere near him.
But based on the dog's actions and responses, this wasn't the impression that the gorilla got from Cole. From his perspective, the boy must have been hot to trot for his pole. The store owner loved the idea that the younger mechanic had a thing for full-bodied older guys, and Draven had no qualms about fitting the bill on that point.
Still sitting down in his office chair, the gorilla gripped the edge of the table and maneuvered himself out from behind his desk. With a subtle self-satisfied smug look on his face, Cole's employer unknowingly turned the screws still further by saying, "That's right, boy. This cock makes you hot. Keep talking, grease monkey. Use that mouth to worship my fuck-stick with your words... then we can find another way for your mouth to worship my breeder."
The dog wasn't sure what alarmed him more: the unmistakable tenting of the dominant male's work pants or how deeply his own body was betraying him as his lips and tongue moved of their own accord.
Internally, Cole fought to tell the gorilla the actual truth. In his head he repeatedly told himself, 'I wasn't commanded to lie. I wasn't commanded to lie!' But even then, he still managed to come across as sexually wanton and perhaps even a little love-sick, the great dane lavished praise onto that which he hated.
"I've never seen anything like it, sir. The prominent veins... jutting crown... its intimidating proportions. I can't say no to it, sir. It's the most delicious dick I've ever wrapped my lips around. It leaves me breathless...and I can't stop thinking about it."
As far as the canine could tell, he'd been able to stop himself from mouthing even a single falsehood. But it hadn't helped him in the slightest.
"God dammit, boy. You're about to make me pop a load off in my slacks. Enough foreplay, get over here and get down on me. And I want you smiling up at me the whole time you're on your knees playing with your treat."
Cole fought the command with everything he had, but whatever resistance he'd been able to mount was soul-crushingly ineffective as he got on his knees, tugged Draven's fully erect member out of his pants, and smiled up at the man like the world's most content puppy.
Maintaining seductive eye contact with his boss, the great dane felt his tongue come into contact with the man's arousal. As his mouth flooded with the taste of musk and pre, Cole tried to focus on how much he detested the cock that was assaulting his oral cavity and his senses. Channeling his anger, he tried to break through the saint bernard's unexplained mental conditioning.
And for a brief moment, it felt like it was working. Even as he took additional inches of the gorilla's breeding shaft into his mouth, Cole noticed tingling in his fingers and toes. He was doing it! Wiggling them ever so slightly, his heart soared with renewed hope. Kinsey's control wasn't iron-clad! He just had to focus his raw emotion and will-power on taking back his own body, conquering it bit by bit.
He could it! He was doing it! He was-- getting horny?
All of sudden the tingling in his digits stopped as Cole lost focus, his attention diverted to his crotch where his own rod was making an appearance by steadily filling out. Worse yet, the great dane began breathing heavy as he slathered his tongue all over the seated man's package. The feeling overcoming him was as undeniable as it was undesired. Cole was getting randy. Not just randy... he was overcome with need.
It took the canine a long minute to understand what was happening. Draven had told the dog that his cock would make him hot. No... it was more than that. It was a command. One that culminated in a love-hate relationship that threw Cole's world into chaos.
Without a doubt, the great dane abhorred his boss' aroused flesh. At the same time, he loved how it made him feel. The taste of the masculine, thick, pulsing pole made Cole want to spit it out... and rub its dripping head all over his taste buds. The canine had never experienced any sexual feelings for another man... and honestly, he still didn't. But this cock... it was driving him crazy with lust. Even fully understanding what it was and who it was attached to, the mechanic wasn't able to block out the sensations that made his dick swell up and throb in his underwear.
The logical part of Cole was still trying to muster his internal forces into active rebellion. But now his body was a house divided, with his labido leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
Clueless Draven never picked up on any of this. He was just thrilled to get three blowjobs in one day. Even better, there was good reason to believe that this would be an on-going occurrence between the two of them. He just wished he'd known how kinky the handsome mongrel was when he'd hired him. If he'd of been able to put it together then, he'd of gotten the dog down on his knees years ago.
Looking down at the happy mechanic who was happily smiling back up at the gorilla, even as he worked to smoke the Draven's pole, the store owner sighed contently to himself. Closing his eyes, he settled in for a nice, long, suck-job by his favorite (and only) employee. Placing a hand on the dog's head, he affectionately scratched the boy behind his ear and said, "Lad, I'm not sure what I did to this deserve this, but I'm glad things worked out this way. Maybe life just puts us where we need to be sometimes, yeah? One day, karma just catches up with you... and there you go."
Head back, eyes closed, Draven blindly reached over to his desk and grabbed a cigarette and lighter. Lighting up, the gorilla breathed in deeply before exhaling a stream of smoke into the air.
"Yeah... I like the thought of that... that we both deserve this."
But that whimsical notion was lost to the gorilla as he felt his hefty balls begin to churn for the third time that day, getting ready to dump their load into the muzzle of a vexed, yet very horny, mechanic.