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My phone chirped as I matched small multi-colored bricks together. They popped out of existence with bright little explosions while I idly scratched at my chin, just killing time in the room I grew up in. It was mildly annoying that I'd been asked to shave the beard that had been growing for the last few months, all for a new job. Practically everyone else in the company had fur, but apparently someone higher up the chain thought clean-shaven was more professional for it's human employees. There was no doubt if someone worked their way up to a more prestigious position that no one would give a damn.

Pointed ears poked through the bedroom doorway before a graying muzzle did, and by the time Dad's nose cleared the vertical edge, I could see toothpaste suds around his lips. He looked me over once and frowned in that special parental way. There's no good way to describe it, but I fully believe nothing could compare to a canine's disapproval. He pulled the toothbrush away from his jowls and wiped away the excess with a paw to keep it from dripping on the floor.

“You should be dressed already, son."

No matter how old you get, you're always their kid.

“It'll take me less time to put clothes on than it will for you to brush your fur, dad. I'll be ready, don't worry."

He grunted and the toothbrush went back in, scrubbing back and forth while he took one more feigned judgmental look and disappeared around the corner.

For a German Shepherd, dad was pretty relaxed: there had never been any overt intensity or helicopter parenting in my home. I took that for granted in my younger years, testing his limits by sneaking out, going to parties, and generally acting like a rebellious teenager, but everyone grows up, and I learned to appreciate it in the end. He was always a good father: stern when he needed to be, but never took it too far. I think I only made him growl twice. To be honest, the “I'm not angry, I'm disappointed" talk did more to deter me than anything else. Probably due to the eyes, the ears, maybe the tail... whatever magic canines did to make their point clear with those things in particular. I grew up with a general appreciation for doing the right thing... even if I learned the hard way once or twice.

Dad was lithe and kept up a well-groomed appearance even if he was a bit of a nerd. For me, college beer and pizza hadn't helped my figure in the slightest, but there'd been a conscious effort to add more green in my diet recently, so at least I was starting somewhere. Sometimes I wished to have truly been his son, muzzle and tail included, because maybe then I would have inherited a little bit more of his effortless physique. As it was, just trying to work off the few extra pounds was enough. My head only came up to his chin, but despite our differences folks commonly remarked that I was every bit his son. He swore I always stood a little taller when they did. Maybe he did too.

The reason I was back in my childhood room was because college came to its natural conclusion for me about two years ago. After the requisite semesters of partying and getting by with passing grades, I had earned a pretty little piece of paper saying: “You made it!". There was no way I was ever going to be a “cum laude" of any kind, but I had figured out how to have fun regularly and still stay afloat, so whatever. What I failed to take into account was a relatively worthless degree and a lack of anything to make me stand out, leading to a lot of dead-end interviews with no call-backs. It's all in who you know though, and dad worked for a large company that needed some warm bodies. He fed me some definite brown-nosing answers for the interview, but wouldn't help beyond that, insisting that I needed to make a good impression on my own. His fur was practically glowing when they offered me the position, and I was pretty happy too, to be honest. I mean, hey, there were worse options out there.

A few more bricks exploded before Dad turned the sink on to rinse and that was my cue to sit up and finally get dressed. Moving into my own place would happen once I'd saved up a bit, but for now he had insisted I take over the old bedroom while penny-pinching with the new job. It was pretty clear with mom gone and me having been out of the house for a while dad was lonely, so I didn't push the issue. Living rent-free had it's perks, and he did well for himself. I'd definitely be downgrading by moving into a place I could actually afford on my current savings.

Despite his initial prodding, I ended up waiting for about ten minutes in the living room before he finally made it down. Dad seemed more intense than usual, and I raised an eyebrow as he descended the stairs, donning a jacket and looking decidedly business casual. He did the same to me.

“You should at least wear a sport coat, son. And tuck in your shirt."

I sighed and reluctantly tucked in the extra fabric. He padded over and checked the back of the collar on my button-up, running his paws over it and brushing down my shoulders despite the fact that we both already knew it was fine. He seemed to be fidgety.

“Don't have one dad and never have. Just put on what I normally wear to work, since a t-shirt and jeans was apparently out of the question."

“Definitely out of the question." He 'hmmm'd for a moment then added, “We might want to get you one for work sometime soon, though," before disappearing back upstairs.

I called up after him, “Where are we going that I need to look nice, anyways? I thought this was just dinner at your co-workers house." I stayed put but absentmindedly played with the buttons on my shirt. After a minute or two, he came bounding back down the stairs with a simple blue sport coat in his paws. He handed it off to me and readjusted his own clothes, tail wagging for a moment before it stilled.

“This is an old coat of mine. Doesn't really fit anymore, but it'll probably be the closest to your size. It's light and will go with what you're wearing too. And, yes, we're going to dinner, but it's at the boss's house."

“Your boss or THE boss?"

He smiled, repeating it with the same emphasis I had. “THE boss. We're friendly and he likes to entertain. I told him you got the job and he offered to have us over for dinner."

I slid my arms into the coat and adjusted until it was comfortable before closing the top button.

“So this is a dinner for me?"

“I suppose so. It was his invitation after all, but he also likes to show off." After making sure the coat fit well, he opened the front door and ushered me out before turning the locking with a 'thunk' and walking to his vehicle.

“He's powerful, and he knows it. Lions typically like to throw their weight around, so he's probably going to show off quite a bit and even try and make you a little uncomfortable. It'll be good practice for knowing how the big wigs think if you stick around, so... heads up, I guess."

We both loaded into the car, and I sat in the passenger seat while dad slid behind the wheel. The vehicle started up with a subtle rumble and slowly backed out onto the street.

“Make me uncomfortable? What do you mean?"

“It's a power thing, I think, although I don't really know how his brain works. He might ask you to get drinks or do small things for him to see how much he can get away with. Then again, that may just be his personality, who knows. He likes gin martinis so remember this: if he asks, use the best gin you can find on his shelf, use a dry vermouth, stir, and add a twist of lemon. I know you know how to make a drink," He paused for a moment. “Forget the olives or aromatics. It won't be perfect, but it'll still be impressive. Oh and don't tell him I told you that. He'll also probably ask you questions you don't know the answer to, or ask if you're living with me. He won't explicitly make it sound like a bad thing, but I've definitely watched people squirm around him before."

“Does he bother you?"

“Me?" I could see him pondering. “Maybe at first, but you get used to it after a while. He's a powerful figure for the company just based on his position alone, and once he decides he likes you, I think he tones the intensity down some. I don't see him all the time, but when we cross paths he's very friendly, if a little bit pushy. I think he likes the work I do. Pretty sure he's the reason for my last promotion."

The glare of headlights began to dim as we headed a little further out of town, casually progressing into an even nicer area with gated communities and exquisitely manicured lawns and gardens. Dad turned on the radio and found a nearby college station that was playing some local indie band. While I didn't mind the music, it definitely wasn't solely for my benefit. He had never been a classics guy despite knowing the words to a few oldies. Shamefully tone deaf, though.

“So does he have like a chef on retainer? A house in the Bahamas? A personal yacht? Are we getting a 28-course meal tonight?"

He smiled. “Yes and no, no, no and I don't know. But apparently he's got a pilot's license, so it wouldn't be far-fetched to assume he owns something along those lines."

“So he does or doesn't have a personal chef?"

“Well his husband is a chef. Quite a good one too. I think you'll like his cooking." He swallowed heavily at the mention of a partner. “Are you seeing anyone? I know you haven't brought anyone around, but you can, you know. Uh, bring them around I mean. Just... give me a heads up so I can give some space."

I laughed.

“Dad, I'm not a teenager, and I'm not embarrassed that I'm staying with you. I'm not dating anyone, but if I do start, I'll introduce you. Although we might go elsewhere to spend the night so you don't have to wear earplugs."

He blushed a little and cleared his throat. “Alrighty, then."

I snickered and we continued the drive in a moderately comfortable silence. He was a good dad.

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We arrived in a neighborhood that was the definition of exclusive. Just past an overly intricate gated entrance were gigantic houses and none were identical. There were large arches, lined lawns, expensive cars, massive garages, clear pools, and pristine patios. Despite the scenery, the area was very quiet without anyone really out and about. Every few feet there was a speed limit sign to let you know that driving anything over 15mph was explicitly forbidden. It struck me as the type of place where parking on the street in a vehicle that didn't deserve the “luxury" title might get the cops called.

We arrived at our destination which had a similar intimidating presence from the outside, but the moment the car door opened I could hear the sound of music from within. The home seemed like it was actually lived in and there was a warmth to it that some of the other edifices didn't really give off, like it wanted you to stop in to visit, not check in with the gate guard. Various glowing lights lit up the yard and the facade, but there was also plenty of illumination inside, with large open windows at the front of the house that showed off the lobby's interior. It was definitely a display of wealth and power, but for some reason felt more real in my gut than everything we had passed so far. I walked up to the front door with my father leading the way and he reached a paw up to ring the doorbell.

We were only left standing for a few seconds before the huge door pivoted inward and the space was filled by a large, imposing lion sporting a baby blue tank top and sweat pants. Of course. I offered a genuine smile in return and mentally applauded the mind game. Up to this point, I had been pretty indifferent to the evening. It's not like I would have any real connection with the head of the company, but if everything dad had said was true, this would at least be an entertaining experience. To his credit, my father didn't falter in the slightest, and I assumed he had to have known something like this would happen. Our host had just ensured we were significantly over-dressed for this affair which was likely the intention, but I sure as hell didn't mind. The attire hugged his body in all the right places displaying curves and bulges aplenty. It was something that my father may not have noticed, or was too polite to dwell on, but I gained a newfound fascination very quickly.

“Gentlemen! It's good to have you Davidsons here." He turned his attention to my father and reached forward, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Donald, good to see you. And I'm pleased your son was available for the evening!"

He turned to me, offering a large clawed but well-trimmed paw for a shake. I met him midway and shook firmly, but no strength of my own would have given me the upper hand. His paw dwarfed mine as we shook, so I did my best to simply keep a secure grip. Inquisitive and distinctly predatory eyes watched me thoughtfully before he continued in a sultry baritone.

“I'm Justice Albrecht. Don here has told me all about you. We're very glad to have you aboard, and I hope this meeting of elders isn't too boring for you tonight."

The handshake hung on for longer than expected, and I eventually relented, loosening my grip. I carefully studied the lion in lounge wear and took a leap, assuming that I could fight back a little to make the night more interesting.

“I'm Nathaniel. And no worries, I had to cancel some plans to join an orgy on a local yacht, but I figured this could be fun too."

Dad did spit-take that ended up morphing into a coughing fit, and Mr. Albrecht's eyes widened with an illustrious shine before his maw opened in a bellow of laughter. He clapped another hand on my father's shoulder, trying to stifle his guffawing while simultaneously checking to see if he was alright.

“Oh, dear. Donald you OK? Your boy's got some spirit. Come in, come in, you two. I'm looking forward to the evening. Shoes at the door please, oh, and let me get your coats. You're way too dressed for this informal affair."

I handed him the sport coat and dad collected himself before shooting me a dirty look and doffing his own. Mr. Albrecht gave me a once over again with a grin plastered on his face and led the way inside. I un-tucked my shirt as we made our way past the grand entryway and into the house proper, only making a turn or two before reaching the kitchen. I noticed on our way through that the hallways were taller and larger than anything I'd ever seen in a home. Three or four humans could probably walk side by side down the corridors if they were clear, and they might even be able to carry someone on their shoulders in the process.

We followed Mr. Albrecht closely, but there was also a wonderful aroma and a steady thumping beat carving out a path through the hall as we padded into the kitchen. Standing over the stove was a massive elephant, although 'standing' might have been a bit inaccurate, as he was swaying his hips and his trunk with movement while bouncy pop music played from speakers that were hidden somewhere in the walls. The trunk itself was gripping a pair of tongs as he worked, and it occasionally became a makeshift microphone that he used to lip-sync words. Tusks protruded from his skull, and they were well manicured with rounded edges and custom bands encircling them at different lengths. Some of the bands had small jewels hanging from them like earrings, but his large ears were pierced in many places as well, jangling in the air as he danced. Mr. Albrecht stood still for a moment, crossing his arms and smiling as we all watched the giant pachyderm enjoy his music and his cooking. To the house's credit, almost nothing shook while he threw his immense weight around, and he was obviously not shy, wearing only shorts, a kitchen apron, and nothing else. It took about thirty seconds before he stopped and turned, suddenly realizing he wasn't alone.

“AH! Justice! How long have you been there? Oh never mind... hello, you two! Welcome to our home!" He thundered over to both of us, giving my father a hug which the old dog returned gently, and then turning to me and gripping me tightly, lifting my body off the floor as if I was a child. The boisterous hug took me off guard more than the introduction to the executive big shot that let us in, but I smiled at him and introduced myself all the same as he set me down.

“Hello! I'm..."

“Nate! Yes, Justice told me you and your father were coming over. I'm Stanford. We're so glad to have you!" He smiled and moved immediately, continuing to speak as he checked on various items throughout the kitchen.

“I love having folks over, but just between you and me, it's usually the stuffy business types, so it's nice to have a little more relaxed company this evening." While his trunk and other limbs moved deftly across the counter-top and stove, he locked eyes with the feline. His tone was still jovial and fast-paced, but there was a little bit of a serious hint to it that hadn't been there before. “Justice, you be nice tonight. I want them to come again at some point. I agonized over what to cook, but chickened out on anything unique, so they're going to have to come back and be my guinea pigs in the future." I think he stuck his tongue out at his husband. “Since you only eat boring things."

The lion chuckled. “Of course, dear. I wouldn't have invited them over if I didn't want them to be here. I was thinking of showing off the house a little bit before we settle down with some drinks and your delicious food."

The elephant's hips had begun to sway again, and he was already back to working on the various pans and equipment around him. The trunk lifted up and waved in acknowledgment, still gripping the tongs tightly.

My father loosened the buttons on his shirt, free to relax his attire without a jacket, and rubbed his throat. He coughed again once, obviously still stricken by my previously embarrassing comment.

“I might get a glass of water first, but you two go ahead." He shot me a dirty look as if I was the cause of his current discomfort and I just smiled at him sweetly. He had told me the boss was a handful. As long as it didn't get me fired, there was no reason to not to play along.

“Looks like it's just you and me, Nate."

Mr. Albrecht was the perfect host. We walked up staircases, through exquisite hallways, and peered into rooms like his personal office, various guest rooms, an honest-to-god in-home library with a globe, a theater room and more. His large hands would occasionally press gently against my back to direct me, sending a warm tingle up my spine with every touch. I couldn't help but wonder if this was just par for the course for the ultra rich, as it was hard to imagine that showing someone half his age the intricacies of his own house was really anything other than just posturing. Despite those thoughts, it really was a beautiful house.

“Mr. Albrecht, your home is really amazing. I'm not sure what I would do with all of these rooms, but it looks pretty incredible. I think I saw a shower the size of my entire bathroom, although I guess it makes sense when your husband is an elephant. What I really wish I could take back to my place was the hot tub."

“Nate, while you're here you can call me Justice. I just ask that we're more professional at work. And we did have to take Stan's size into account when building the house, although I must admit, I think I reap the benefits more than he does. Every room gets used despite only being two of us, and the hot tub is a winner too, although we have to refill it every time Stan gets in. We made sure to make it big enough for both of us together... maybe only one more." He steered me down a corridor while he continued speaking. “You and your father were truly invited this evening because I consider him a friend and you just got a position which should be celebrated. I do hope you'll continue to work hard and climb the ladder, so to speak. I respect your father very much and if you're anything like him, I think you'll do very, very well."

We had looped back around and it seemed like we were close to the kitchen again at this point. At least, the thumping music was much louder now.

“He's taught me a lot, but there are obviously... differences." I motioned to myself in the process. I obviously wasn't canine but I had been raised by one.

“Differences like yacht orgies?" He snickered and an arm dropped like a heavy weight across my shoulders. “Is that really what you get up to in your spare time? Not that I'm judging, but I do find it fascinating since your father seems very... straight-laced." There were multiple layers to that comment; Justice was deliberate in his word choice.

His eyes shown brightly, and his tail swung behind him like a trailing wave. If he had intimidated me, I might have been threatened by the predatory stance. Instead, I found myself unconcerned as he continued towering over me while we walked toward the music that still blasted happily through the kitchen and beyond. I couldn't tell if he knew I had been joking or was pressing the issue just to see what I would say. The latter seemed more likely, so I offered a shrug with his arm still strung across me, willing to play along.

“Guess you'll have to keep wondering. My father is pretty straight-laced," I emphasized the word 'straight', “but he apparently had his moments when he was younger. You'd have to ask him for the details."

Justice let out a rumbling chuckle. “I suppose I will." Ooh, dad was gonna kill me for that later. “By the way, are you living with your father right now? That must be difficult to not have your own space for relaxing or bringing the girls over. When I was your age, I was out of my clothes more than I was in them."

“Not chasing any girls, and if the right guy comes along, I'll figure it out. I just got the job, so it makes more sense to focus on building up a little bit of a nest egg before I move out. He's letting me use my old room, and I help out around the house for the trouble. Not a bad trade-off, but you're right, it will be nice to have my own place in the future." The teasing aside, Justice nodded his head as if that was an acceptable answer, and we continued back to the others.

He squeezed my shoulder and lumbered over me as we made it into the kitchen, purposefully guiding my steps back to my father and Stanford. They both had a beer in hand and were having a lively conversation. Dad was sitting on a nearby bar stool and exhibiting a little more animated movement than I was used to, obviously enjoying himself. The elephant, in contrast, was practically swinging as he spoke, arms moving rapidly, trunk lifting and sinking with his words, and ears flapping with each motion. He was certainly energetic for his size, and his beautiful jewelry caught the light, shining and twinkling with new angle, accentuating it even further. His gaze connected with Justice and waved us over before setting the drink down and announcing:

“Dinner is ready! We've got some delicious tri-tip with grilled portobellos and a few other small sides to sample!" Across the counter top were a few other dishes that looked simply elegant. 'Small' not being a word I would have used, and I wondered how much cooking Stanford usually did. There was one portion that drastically outweighed the rest of the plates, obviously a meal fit only for an elephant. The whole display felt way impressive for a regular dinner, particularly one where the host was in sweatpants, but no one was complaining. I felt another firm, possessive squeeze on my shoulder before the lion released me.

“Nate! Why don't you make yourself a drink," he waved toward the bar, “anything you like. And if you wouldn't mind, could you make me a gin martini, please." It was more of a statement than a question, and he didn't wait to see if I knew how to make what he wanted before turning toward the patio. I made eye contact with my father who rolled his eyes and winked. Dad slid off the stool and followed after Justice while Stanford chuckled and began hefting dishes in his arms, making his way to a small table out on the patio. It was certainly a more intimate setting than the over-sized dining room setup that was within view.

An ornate bar sat just outside of the main kitchen. Ice and mixers were easily within reach, as well as just about any top-shelf liquor I could have wanted, but never could afford. I selected my glasses as well as a good gin, not too floral, with a basic vermouth. With my own drink mix in hand as well as the lion's, I made my way to the table where everyone was chatting. I set Justice's drink in front of him and he eyed it carefully, stopping for a moment on the coiled lemon peel before assessing the liquid within.

“Do you not normally make a martini with olives, Nate?"

He lifted the glass and took a sip, eyes betraying nothing of how he felt. My father just took a large pull of his beer and smiled.

“Not unless it's a specific request. What do you think?" I didn't wait for a reply and continued around the table instead.

I sat down at the only open seat and raised my glass, to which he raised his as well. My father and Stanford followed suit and we each took a sip. Justice took one glance at my father then back to me with a quirked eyebrow. He pointed an accusing finger at my father and then shifted in my direction.

“I think you two are in cahoots, however this is a very good martini. What did you choose for yourself, if you don't mind me asking?"

I looked down at my drink and swirled it in the glass.

“Just a vodka cranberry."

The eyebrow went up again.

“You know some of those bottles might go for several hundred per glass in a restaurant. You didn't want to taste something a little more... exotic?" He looked directly at me as he said it, drink swirling in his glass with eyes that were shining like diamonds. I got the impression that there wasn't really room within his ego for gentle flirting, and relatively soon he would start being much more blunt about it. That had the potential to get very awkward with my father in the room.

Dad was taking a swig of his beer and seemed none the wiser, but Stanford's ears shuffled slightly at the comment, likely realizing exactly what I had. There was a smirk on the elephant's face now that very closely mirrored his husband's. So that's was how it was. I laughed and turned to Stanford.

“You shouldn't play poker, you know." He blushed. It was an incredible thing, seeing an elephant blush, let me tell you. Justice's eyes lit up even more.

Dad looked up as if he had missed something.

I continued as if nothing had happened. “I just like it. You're being kind enough to have us over, and to be honest, I know some of those bottles but not all of them, and I don't really want to waste a glass if I'm not sure I'll like it. Maybe later you can show me something more exotic to try."

Stanford spoke up too quickly. “Your son is very practical, Donald!" He turned back to me, pointing at the drink with an earnest expression on his face. “Will you make me one of those next time you visit the bar?"

I nodded and we had one of the best tasting dinners I'd ever experienced. Company wasn't half bad either.

By the end of the night, Stanford was slightly drunk but still steady as a mountain, and dad had cut himself off after a few beers in order to drive home. Justice was difficult to read, but seemingly no worse for wear, and I had a sampling of fancy liquor in my belly mixing with the wonderful food. The banter had continued to be more subtle than I had expected between myself and the lion, with his husband chiming in occasionally. Stanford was no pushover despite the bubbly attitude and the stark contrast of emotions worn on his sleeve as opposed to Justice's perpetually stoic demeanor.

Dad excused himself to use the restroom at one point and had to wander down a well lit but cavernous hallway to find it. The moment he was out of ear-shot, Justice turned all his attention to my chair. He looked at me with a powerful intensity that was fucking hot, if I'm honest. There was something behind it, a need that I hadn't ever experienced. Stanford finished his drink with a sigh and quipped under his breath. “Here it comes."

“We should fuck," was all Justice said. The elephant rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless, leaning elbows against the table to watch the exchange.

I took another sip of my own drink, and let that sit in the air for a moment.

“Straight to the point, huh? Not that I'm opposed, but we just met, and you're technically my boss_._ I like to know someone a little better than that before I start getting naked and, I presume, following orders." I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes narrowed, and I let him chew on that. I probably would have said yes regardless, but to be honest, this was a man who got what he wanted whenever he wanted it, and denying that gave me a little juicy control over a powerful individual. He'd get exactly what he was looking for eventually.

I smiled and jokingly asked, “Looking for a human you can have your way wi-?"

He cut me off before I could finish the sentence.

“Yes."

OK, well, I guess he'd made up his mind. I looked over to Stanford, who shrugged. “I'm a little big for that, hun, and it's not my style anyways."

The table was quiet for a moment.

“Why me?" I eyed him carefully. “Not really looking to get in trouble at a job I just got."

He nodded. “You won't. Our positions will rarely cross paths if ever. Might be different if I were fucking your father."

Wow. I shoved that mental image away quickly.

He continued, “And I like you. That's enough of a reason."

“I'm in. But not tonight."

There was a flash of disappointment on his face and I couldn't help but wonder if he thought I was just going to bend over and give it up with my father in the building. Despite the momentary frustration, he relaxed almost immediately after, returning to his stoic sensibility and sinking back into his chair. I noticed a sizable tent in the sweatpants when he shifted positions, which was making it even more difficult to turn down the offer right now.

Dad walked in as if on cue and came up behind me, setting a paw on my shoulder.

“Gentlemen, we have had a wonderful evening, but it 's getting late and we don't want to overstay our welcome."

Justice waved a hand in dismissal.

“You both are welcome for as long as you like. It's been a relaxing evening, which is something we can all use every now and them. Got to find ways to relieve stress where we can." He was speaking to my father but both eyes were focused directly on me.

Stanford stood, as good a host as ever, silently indicating they wouldn't keep us any longer. Justice stayed seated a little too long, breaking character from his previously dominating presence. I smirked in understanding while simultaneously trying to sneak a look below the waist. Eventually, he joined the group and we began to make our way to the front of the house. They both followed us to the threshold as we collected our coats. While my father was threading his arms through the sleeves, Justice handed me a card. I left my own coat draped over my arm.

“My personal number. I expect a call soon."

My father raised an eyebrow as I pocketed the card, saying our cordial goodbyes. When we got into the vehicle, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

“What was that about?"

I carefully thought about how I wanted to respond before committing.

“He asked me to come back by sometime. Maybe I can get a job as his personal bartender", I joked.

He visibly relaxed. Oh dad, you have no idea.

“That's fantastic, Nate. Maybe that'll give you a leg up at the company too. Having someone like Mr. Albrecht in your contacts will get you far in life. I'm happy for you."

I just smiled and let it go. We drove home listening to the radio, still riding the high from good drinks, good food, and a nice evening.

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I held on to the number for about a week, wondering how long I could get away with not calling. It's not that I didn't want to, but it did feel sort of good to know that the lion wanted something he couldn't have. It had been some time for me since I'd had any intimacy, but there wasn't any rush. I had no idea if Stanford had an inclination to be involved or not, but it didn't really bother me if so. He'd just have to go slow if every bit of him was as proportional as I suspected it was.

I reached out the following Friday after work. The phone rang long enough that I thought it would go to voicemail, but eventually the lion's handsome baritone voice rang through the line.

“This is Justice Albrecht."

“Hey Mr. Albrecht, it's Nate."

“I'm glad you called. It's been a long week. Be at my place. 7pm."

How demanding. Kinda hot, but also: “I can't make it there by then. Still at work, and I took the bus this morning."

“You don't have a car?"

“I do, but it needs some work. That was the weekend plan."

Silence. “So you're still in the building?"

“Outside of it. Waiting for the bus."

“Meet me down the road. Corner of Dumont and 8th."

He hung up and I stood without hesitation, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading away from the bus stop. I called dad to let him know I'd be spending time with a friend this weekend, so he shouldn't expect me home for the night. He offered some quick fatherly platitude about being careful and tried to hide the fluster in his voice, but left it at that. I hung up with a smile and found the right intersection.

A few cars passed by without stopping, but he didn't leave me waiting for long. A luxurious SUV pulled up to the corner and one of the tinted windows rolled down. Justice was waiting in the driver's seat, watching me closely. He looked immaculate. A tailored suit sat over his frame in a perfect fit, and there was a hungry grin on his face as our eyes met.

“Hop in."

I did as I was told, opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat.

“I'd prefer you have a vehicle available so you don't have to rely on the bus schedule."

“Well, I normally would, but I'm still driving the same car I had before college, so it's got some issues. Should be fixed by the start of the week if I can get it into the shop tomorrow."

He grunted and pulled out his phone again, dialing a number then holding it to his ear.

“Don. I spoke with your son at work today. Says he's having some trouble with his vehicle. If you can get it out to Rivermont Auto Service, tell them it's mine. They'll tow if necessary." The following conversation was a little one sided, punctuated by short pauses and interruptions. “Sure. No. I'm paying for it. I know you can, my treat. We'll set up another dinner sometime soon. Stan wants your boy to try some new things." He side-eyed me with a grin. I suppose that answered any question of the elephant's involvement. The call ended with a click.

“Didn't know you were the sugar daddy type."

“Don't expect gifts, but I do have plenty to give you." His tone turned salacious quickly and I just sat back and relaxed in the luxury vehicle.

“So you want to fuck, but I'm still not sure why you're into me. Is this like a '50 Shades' scenario? 'Cause I'm adventurous, but not a drone. Also, I get the impression you're a top?"

He nodded. “Stanford too."

“Is Stanford joining?"

“If you want him to. He would like to be involved."

So it was up to me. Good.

“He's welcome, although I assume he's too big for me."

“We'll have plenty of time to work up to that. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. You're here for me, and I ask that you do exactly as I say."

“I said I was adventurous, but I don't know what you like and that doesn't give you carte blanche. I'm down for following orders, but I'll bow out if I'm not comfortable."

He nodded. “Acceptable."

After that horrifically business-like exchange, the mood relaxed a little bit. While a touch awkward, I suppose it was appropriate. He was used to a more practical back-and-forth, so it wasn't surprising the discussion of sex was so straightforward. It brought to mind some previous boyfriends and how I wish they had handled it that way instead.

We made gentle chatter on the way back to his place. For the most part, there wasn't any indication that we would be getting down and dirty for a little while. No horny comments, no playful groping. Not that I suspected Justice would behave like that, but I let him lead the situation and just followed along. He was as stoic and professional during the ride as he had been during the dinner, prior to the alcohol, and even began to divulge some of what made his week busy, offering the courtesy of asking about my own, although it couldn't really hold a candle. There wasn't a way to make my day in front of a computer screen sound fascinating, so I just let him talk. It didn't seem to bother him too much; he enjoyed being the center of attention.

We arrived to his home and pulled into a monster garage instead of stopping in the driveway. I hopped out and followed the lion's actions as he removed his shoes and mine came off as well. We went inside to find Stanford lounging on a large couch watching TV with a cranberry vodka in his hand. An ear flicked to the side as he heard us come in, earrings tinkling when that massive head turned.

“OH! I'm so glad you're here!

When the elephant stood up, he was naked save for a very, very, hardworking jock strap. The pouch hung heavily and was crisscrossed with extra supportive stitching that looked like it would cry for help given the opportunity. In stark contrast to how he'd behaved the last time I was over, Justice walked up, gripped his husbands package firmly, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Stanford's trunk wrapped around the lion affectionately before he broke away and headed straight for me. Massive arms pulled me into a hug and repeated the same dance from before as my body was lifted into the air. I curved over the front of his belly when he relaxed, and slid down over the surface, bumping into the bulge waiting below. I said the only thing on my mind at the time.

“Jesus Christ, you're huge."

He chuckled and a large trunk patted me on the head. “Perks of the species, hun, but size doesn't always matter."

“Might matter for me. You're gonna split me in half."

“Oh you want me to join?" He lifted my chin to lock eyes since I was rudely distracted by his bulge, er, body, then turned to Justice who nodded. There was a smile on the feline's face as he quietly disrobed to his dress shirt and a finely fit pair of briefs. He left the tie around his neck, but loosened it slightly. I was starting to feel my own body react to the sight of both of them. Stanford turned back around.

“That makes me very happy. Don't worry! We'll go slow, and you won't regret it." He winked at me.

Justice sat down heavily on the couch.

“Nate, make me another one of those martinis, please. And once you're done, Stanford can show you to the restroom. I know you didn't have a chance to go home and clean up, so we can provide you a space to do so."

I set my bags down and un-tucked my shirt; if they were able to get comfortable, I shouldn't have to feel stuffy either. Stanford followed behind me as I made my way over to the bar, trunk resting across one shoulder.

“Can you show me how you made your drink the other night? It was very good."

I smiled and started reaching for the ingredients I would need. One glass for me and one for Stanford.

“It's really nothing special, you just..."

As I started mixing, his trunk slid forward off of my shoulder and wrapped gently under my neck. Stanford re-positioned directly behind my body, pressing up against me as I worked and letting the trunk fall across my chest. He found a nipple and tweaked it deftly, giving me a new sensation as my own erection pressed up against the bar. I finished making the drink and gave him a little nudge of my own, grinding backwards gently against the rough fabric of the jockstrap. Warm breath hit my neck and he leaned in, whispering quietly.

“Show me how to make the martini too. Justice wouldn't admit it directly, but he's been trying to match it all week."

While I worked on the martini, the trunk searched lower and lower, his massive frame casually dwarfing my body. That trunk eventually snaked it's way down far enough to undo the button on my pants which was impressive in it's own right. With the slacks loosened, he slid under the waistband and into the boxers, beginning to explore. I could feel the intake of breath and the warm, slightly ticklish flesh curling around my own member. If he wasn't careful, I was going to end up botching the drink, but as luck would have it, I was able to get the lemon twist in before he huffed heavily, leaving me hard as a rock. He snickered and pulled back, trailing the trunk across my skin as he stepped away and I had to spend a moment re-buttoning my trousers and catching my breath before picking up the glasses. I made my way over to the couch.

With the drink delivered, Justice took a sip immediately. His arm moved to rest on the back of the couch, hand gripping the glass gently, and he cocked his maned head to the side.

“Wonderful. Why don't you take your clothes off for me." He spun his finger around as if that was any indication of his intentions.

I smirked and started unbuttoning the shirt. A moment later, Stanford had started music similar to what had been playing at my previous visit, but much more obscene. It boomed through the house, and while there was no way I could swing my hips in any way that was enticing, it was fun to show off. I tried my best as I worked slowly down the buttons of a slightly wrinkled dress shirt bought from some basic big box retailer.

Stanford came up behind me and placed huge hands on my hips, pressing himself against me and using his own body to guide my hips and swing them sensually. It was actually pretty sweet and helped me focus on removing my shirt which he promptly lifted away with his trunk. Next came the pants, and I could immediately feel the heavy package against my back as they fell. I kicked them away and hooked the waistband of my underwear, knowing full well that a pair of boxers were the least sexy option I could have picked. It didn't seem to matter to the two men, both in front of and behind me. I stepped out of the boxers, letting my own erection bounce freely. When I held them up, Stanford snatched them away with his trunk, huffing in a deep breath before backing away from me as the swaying subsided.

Justice's eyes were glued to my body the entire time, following my hands as they moved and my hips as they swayed, guided though they were by the elephant behind me. He seemed to forget his drink in the process, leaving it languishing on the edge of the couch. His breathing remained steady as I worked, limbs seemingly neither relaxed or tense. His own briefs were tented slightly, but there was no burgeoning erection hidden beneath the cloth, just a mound of fur and orbs that filled the space between his thighs. He simply watched as I tried to make my very average body sexy for his sake.

Standing on your own after a strip tease is quite awkward and I had to decide if Justice wanted me to go further, but Stanford didn't leave me languishing there long. He grasped my hand with his own and pulled me away before there were any more demands. I watched Justice take a long slow sip of his drink as we walked away, and I even sashayed a little for fun as he adjusted himself gently. He had become even more difficult to read, but if I had to guess, it would have been a look of hunger. The elephant guided me down one of the large hallways, hands on me the whole way, gently caressing and humming along with the music as it slowly faded in the distance. I turned to look at my guide.

“Never done a strip tease before."

“You did wonderfully, hun. A natural." He winked.

“Would have been a lot more awkward without your help." I let out a laugh, unable to think about it without a small amount of embarrassment.

“Only because I was enjoying it immensely. It's something you learn, and you truly weren't as bad as you may think."

“Why me though? I'm not an athlete, I'm not really... pretty by anyone's standards. Still working off my gut from college."

The elephant let out a trumpeting laugh.

“You're talking to an elephant, babe. I assure you, Justice doesn't give a fuck about the vapid pretty boy types, but he's taken a liking to you and I have to say, I agree. You are quite the specimen."

He opened a door and I recognized that we were adjacent to the little terrace that housed an enormous hot tub. It had been the one part of the house I had wished for during our shallow little tour. Behind the door was a spacious bathroom with a gigantic shower, one fit for an elephant. As I stepped into the room, he leaned in and spoke directly into my ear.

“He can't wait to fuck you into a stupor."

With that, he grabbed the handle with his trunk and closed the door. I heard him call out again as he was walking away. “Get cleaned up, hun! The boss gets impatient if he has to wait too long and you've already made him wait a week."

Ha. I knew that would get to him.

I spent the next 30 minutes enjoying the best shower I'd ever experienced. Sitting in front of a computer didn't generate too much of a stink, but I used that time to relax and get myself cleaned up for whatever was about to happen. I figured these two could leave a mark if I wasn't careful, although I wasn't a complete novice. My mind wandered to the bull I had spent some time with in college and his eagerness that I hadn't been prepared for.

Stepping out of the shower was no less luxurious with quite possibly the softest towel I had ever wrapped around my body. I took a moment to dry off but paused and made my way out of the bathroom. My clothes were probably still in the living room, so I tip-toed back into the hallway and found the door leading out to the terrace. Just outside was the large hot tub I had been helplessly jealous of, and I lifted the cover to stick my hand in and test the warmth. It was perfect.

Knowing that I had two handsome individuals waiting for me didn't deter me from setting the towel aside and folding the lid back completely, eventually stepping in and settling into the deliciously hot water. I let out a heavy sigh of contentment that was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

I turned.

“I was expecting you to come back to the living room, but I see you got sidetracked."

Justice stood at the edge of the tub, having shed his shirt and tie and wearing only his briefs. Before, he had just been an executive with an infatuation for me that I couldn't understand. I had known he took care of himself, but I didn't pay much attention to the specifics: he was the boss, that's all I needed to know. Seeing him like this though... his body was a goddamn temple and if I wasn't careful, I would definitely find myself worshiping it and not giving a damn what he asked of me. Thick golden fur lined every aspect of his form, flowing darker as his mane plumed around his head and shoulders but lightening gently across his chest and down to his pelvis that curved inward in a gentle 'v' shape beneath a toned belly. His shoulders were wide set with biceps rolling away from them that would have been the main attraction at a gun show. His chest and abdomen were muscled and firm, with an outline that betrayed the muscles beneath but had softened from the comforts of a rich lifestyle. The only remaining article of clothing clung to him in a perfect fit, hugging his hips tightly and tucking neatly between his legs while displaying the package that was wrapped up like a present beneath the thin fabric. He had calves for days and held himself as if it was perfectly effortless. The tail behind him swung freely, heavy at the small of his back and tapering down into a slender tip with more of that darkened fur. I knew he had a personal gym in the home, but suddenly wondered if he had a trainer as well. Maybe he 'trained' with them in more ways than one, but thinking back to Stanford's comment, I started to doubt that.

“Sorry, Justice. I... well I'm jealous of the hot tub. I figured I could sit for a minute before coming back. Not that the shower wasn't incredible, I just.."

He waved a hand at me and reached down to the waist of his underwear, sliding them off with ease and giving me a full view of his body without anything more to obscure it. What had remained hidden before was suddenly on display, large enough hang heavily between his legs but still manage to push out and away from his hips. The fur was lighter than anything on the rest of his body but thickened, outlining his manhood. I couldn't help but watch with fascination as he moved closer to the tub.

“Never seen a lion in the nude before?" He smirked.

“Well, no. Not in person."

“You'll get plenty of opportunity before I'm through with you, but I suppose we've wasted enough time that we can spend a bit more here before moving on to more active endeavors."

With that, he climbed over the ledge and almost as if on cue, Stanford stuck his head out of the nearby doorway with a quizzical look on his face. It took a split second for him to realize we were in the hot tub before he burst through and dropped his own garment without any fanfare.

I was no less impressed by the elephant in the room. Or, rather, on the terrace.

It's no wonder the jockstrap had trouble keeping up. What fell out in front of Stanford was an impressive tool that swayed almost as much as the tail on Justice. Behind it sat a pair of orbs that were no less monumental, filling the space between his legs with a plump, bouncing weight. Stanford was built like one would expect from an elephant with very few harsh lines, rounded in the face and neck, belly and hips. Not a bit of his weight looked out of place though. He was simply big in size and personality, and he made no remarks while stepping into the tub, filling it almost completely with his form while water flooded over the edges. Someone would definitely have to refill it later.

I was wedged in between the muscular lion and the gigantic elephant. It wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest, and I honestly could very much get used to it. Would I get used to it? I had no idea if this was a one-off deal, but I would certainly make sure to enjoy every second of it, just in case. I didn't really have a problem if there was never another invitation to return, but I might miss the hot tub...

As he got comfortable, Stanford placed a large arm over my shoulders and sank down into the water with a sigh of contentment. He pulled me in close, increasing the heat even further as our bodies came into contact. Justice was eyeing me with that similar hunger that I saw earlier, but he did seem more relaxed in the hot water.

We all sat quietly for a few moments, just enjoying the temperature and company. The lion broke the silence with a laid-back ease.

“Nate, sit on Stan's lap."

The elephant just smiled.

“Come here."

With a casual strength, he turned my body and lifted me into his lap without any real effort. The top half of my body was suddenly cold as it was separated from the water, and I was turned around to face him, sitting across his lap. His trunk slithered around my neck, pulling me in close and laying me across his belly. I had thought he was originally going in for a kiss, but the closer I got, the more I realized that it would have been... awkward. Stanford seemed to realize that as well. He laid me across his chest and wrapped gigantic arms around me, moving them down my back gently until they cupped my ass. He squeezed tightly, massaging my cheeks and forcing my now full erection against him. His motions and the pulling and pushing of skin on my backside ended up grinding my hips into him. I could feel his own erection growing underneath me.

A third hand pressed against my skin now. Justice had reached forward and was sliding a digit between my cheeks, pressing firmly against the exposed flesh. He found my ring and teased it gently. I couldn't help but moan. Stanford's body vibrated with a chuckle.

“Oooh, I wanna hear more of that."

The massaging stopped and I was lifted again then turned around to face Justice. He sat me back down on his lap and I noticed the massive elephantine erection beneath me, rising up between my own legs and gently throbbing against my sack. Before I got a really good look at it, I was pulled back by a thick trunk around my neck once more, gently coaxing me into a reclining position.

Justice stood in the tub in front of us and said nothing while this happened, simply watching my body be moved into whatever position they wanted me to be in. Stanford's arms wrapped around me again, pinning my own limbs against my body. Justice grinned, revealing rows of bulky white teeth before he leaned forward.

Sitting as I was on Stanford's large body, everything except for my legs were exposed out of the water and despite the warmth beneath me, the contrast of the hot tub and cool air had left my skin cold. Suddenly, one part of me became much warmer as a mouth wrapped around my cock and a tongue caressed the underside of my shaft. Justice teased the head of my cock gently before enclosing it completely and suckling on the entire length. His teeth were at the front of my mind, but I never felt so much as a nick and his ministrations had me moaning in no time. Stanford continued to hold me tightly as I throbbed in his husbands mouth. Next, a paw wrapped around my sack, tightening around it and pulling gently, adding even further stimulation to the mix. I closed my eyes tightly and gasped as he gripped and tugged while sucking expertly.

When my mouth opened in another moan, it was suddenly and unexpectedly filled by thick, rough flesh. I gasped, opening my eyes as Stanford pressed his trunk into my open maw, stretching my jaw wide. His ears flapped and he let out a happy rumble.

“That's it. Moan for us."

I did exactly that. The trunk was an new experience, wrapping and writhing around my neck as the prehensile appendage invaded my mouth. I didn't know what else to do, so I sucked gently, apparently pleasing the owner to no end. At the same time, I was experiencing the warmth of a lion between my legs as he worked with a fiery intensity. I squirmed and ached to move, bucking my hips up into that maw despite the fact that I was held tightly against the beast below me. I took in breaths through my nose, but it wasn't enough and soon I was struggling, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, unable to take in the air I needed to properly react to the attention I was receiving.

Stanford seemed to recognize my limit and his trunk slowly pulled away as my body tensed. I took in a desperate breath and let out a lengthy moan, my body ready to release, but suddenly the warmth I felt around my aching cock disappeared. I looked down as best I could to see the lion sporting an evil grin.

“Ohhhh, no. Not yet." He eyes left my own as I sighed heavily. “Dear, would you mind taking my toy to the bedroom?

Toy?

There was a devilish chuckle above me. “Of course."

In the next moment we were shifting again and Stanford stood, ushering me out of the tub. Several towels were conveniently sat near the doorway leading back into the house and I toweled off, grunting in frustration at the erection between my legs. Justice stood nearby drying his own fur, although there was no way he would be dry by the time we got inside. I watched, still entranced by his body, and I could see that the attention he had been giving me had had an effect on him as well. His own cock was full and throbbing, girthy with slight ridges along the shaft that disappeared beneath the surface of the thick sheath at the base. It was incredibly exciting, and my own member still continued to buck with impatience, left wanting after not being allowed to reach a climax. He simply smirked and turned to walk into the house.

After being sufficiently dried off, the towel was taken from me and tossed next to the door. Next, Stanford pressed up against my back and turned me around again, lifting without any effort or warning and slinging me over his shoulder. I yelped in surprise, but he held me tightly so there was no fear of being dropped. After adjusting the grip on me, a large hand lifted to his mouth – from my vantage point all I could see was the terrace, but I heard a slick sound as he spit gently onto his fingers and suddenly the hand that held me in place rested across my ass, sliding between my cheeks as his huge fingers probed for the tender tissue hidden within. He found it easily, sliding in confidently and eliciting a groan from me as I tensed. Without a word, he began to make his way into the house, but I'll admit I have no idea what direction we went. I was too focused on that finger which was shortly thereafter followed by a second, probing me and massaging my body from the inside. Every step was a gentle pressure sparking pleasure from inside me. He swiped once or twice over my prostate and I thought I would cum onto his chest as he walked through the hallways. I know for a fact I left a trail of fluid leaking down his chest, and my body shuddered in response to his experienced hand.

A moment or an eternity passed, I had no idea what was happening other than my desperate desire for release, and those massive digits slid from inside me as Stanford re-positioned and lifted me off his shoulder. I was set gently on the edge of a gigantic mattress and felt it buckle as the elephant climbed onto it somewhere behind me. Suddenly, Justice was in front of me.

“On your knees."

I reverently took in his body once more and noticed that he was significantly drier than when we had walked in the building. It seriously had me questioning just how long Stanford had been holding me and working his fingers deep inside my body, leaving my hole twitching and needy. The time and effort had a definite effect, as I was practically aching to feel something else replace those fingers, something warm and throbbing that was out on full display now. A harsh growl suddenly rumbled from the beast before me and I felt the vibrations in my bones.

“On your knees, NOW."

I quickly obeyed, but couldn't help what came out next.

“Yes, boss."

There was a snicker behind me, but before I could say anything else, a massive paw engulfed the back of my head, forcing me forward. My face was suddenly pressed into the warm fur and flesh between his legs, but he made no effort to shove his cock in my mouth. Instead, he began to grind my face against him and I could feel his sheath and orbs as they were drug across my nose, cheeks, and chin. Pre-cum dribbled against my cheeks as he held me there, and I'll admit, I leaned into it, pressing against him further and breathing deeply.

A rumble of approval rolled through his muscles, and my body responded in kind, leaking fluid from the aching cock hanging useless below me. His paw relaxed on my head but never let go, no longer needing to force me against him but unwilling to give up that control. I wrapped my arms around his legs as he held me there and became an explorer, ruffling through damp pungent fur and deep crevices, over the mounds of his flesh that were warm and inviting. I didn't come up for air, unwilling to pull myself away at the moment from the heaven I'd found.

He left me there and time became inconsequential. Eventually, Justice spoke up.

“I'm sure your father has a good nose, boy. What's he gonna say when you come home reeking of my cock and cum?"

Oh, fuck.

In the next instant, he pulled away and I refilled my aching lungs to the brim. The lion had a large ego, and at this point I would do anything he wanted to inflate it further. I needed desperately to get to the main event or I was going to cum just from changes in air pressure around my cock. I looked up from the floor with spit on my chin and eyes watering from the lack of oxygen, and our gaze met as he towered over me. His cock was twitching in anticipation as well, fully erect and dripping fluids onto my shoulder.

Justice cupped a paw under my chin and wiped some of the spit away.

“I want you to..."

“Justice, if you don't fuck me into a coma immediately, then I'm leaving."

His eyes widened in surprise and lips curled up in a snarl, that familiar vibration rising in my bones as a genuine roar began to erupt from his throat. In the next moment, I was hoisted into the air and thrown into the air over the bed, landing face down directly in front of Stanford who had apparently been stroking himself while watching the show. The moment I hit the bed, I felt Stanford's arm's grip me protectively and pull me toward him as a heavy weight landed behind me.

My ass was suddenly lifted into the air as my face was driven into the soft elephant in front of me. Stanford's cock stood at attention and drooped over my shoulder, leaking wetness onto my skin as I was positioned roughly and a large glob of sticky spit suddenly landed across my twitching hole.

Stanford's voice sounded out loud and clear in a warning as another growl rumbled behind me.

“Love? Go slow!"

Paws gripped my hips as claws dimpled my skin in a painful grasp, and a sudden welcome pressure filled the space that had been miserably empty for too long. I didn't know if Justice's anger was real or feigned, but at this point I didn't care. To his credit, he pressed in relatively slowly, forcing his cock into my waiting ring, and spreading me open with a steady forceful pressure. I was filled little by little, inch by inch until I felt that thick fur I had been buried in press against my backside and those heavy orbs came to rest against my skin.

“Breathe", was all I heard from Stanford before the lion snarled and started doing exactly what I told him to.

The cock that was spreading me open and filling the empty space inside me suddenly retreated, pulling almost all the way out before hammering back home. I moaned into the belly of the elephant in front of me as my senses were overloaded. Just about the only thing I could do in that moment was breathe, so I shut out everything else but the feeling of the handsome lion railing me from behind. Every thrust, every twitch of that cock as it seated itself in me as deep as possible and spit out lubricant before sliding back out sent an explosion of pleasure through me. His hips collided with my body, sending a message of intent to breed with no other considerations than to fill the warm hole beneath him.

Stanford's hands and trunk caressed me gently but I ignored it. I'm not sure when it happened, but I came onto the sheets below me in the midst of the relentless fucking. All there was and all I knew in that moment was the feeling of getting dominated by the lion that had invited me to dinner, the one that I had made wait a week to fulfill his desires. He continued to crash into me with a vicious intensity, heavy balls thumping against my skin in preparation for their release. I moaned and grunted every time he buried himself without any hint of control or concern that he might cum soon. His release happened suddenly with another ear-splitting roar as he crashed into me, leaning over and mounting me fully, forcing himself to the hilt. Justice held himself there, cock sputtering inside me as he flooded my guts deeply.

I took a deep breath, resting against Stanford as Justice's body finished twitching and emptying itself into me. His heavy panting slowed momentarily as well, and I began to turn my head, but there was a grunt and suddenly my brain exploded with sensations again as he drug his still hard cock back and forced himself in again.

Stanford shifted now, pulling himself away from me and disappearing from view. This allowed Justice to force me down flatter onto the bed as his body laid over my own. That thick cock stayed buried within me, and he continued to slide out and force his way back in, albeit much more reserved than before. We settled into a gentle rhythm of his hips pulling away slightly before sliding his cock back in through the release he had already deposited inside of me. The continued movement guaranteed that he was spreading it around, coating my insides and claiming his victory. With every thrust I moaned, sometimes incoherent, sometimes saying his name, but always letting him know how much I absolutely fucking loved it.

His paws wandered all across my body as he worked. They slid up over my shoulders when he arched his back in pleasure with every downward thrust. They ran down my spine as he pulled away. They even gently caressed my jaw when he saw fit to lay flush with my own body and stay still for a moment, twitching excitedly deep within me. I was sweating underneath the fur, exhausted from the previous experience, but fully invested in the more tender attention he was now giving. It wasn't something I had expected, particularly after the last round of rutting, but I welcomed it.

Eventually, his breathing began to pick up again, and his body lifted as those hips pressed harder into me. His body was pushing for a second release, forcing him into me as far as he could go again as his tail twitched and lips quivered. There was no more gently writhing together as he breathed across my neck and pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades. He was reaching his climax again, climbing that hill with every sensation and snarling with anticipation.

Speaking was still much too difficult, and I wasn't going to be able to say anything poignant or sexy, so I just said what I could.

“Do it, Justice."

With a rumble, he came again, throbbing in pleasure as he filled me with seed a second time.

The lion didn't collapse, another testament to his stamina. He did, however, lay down on top of me gently afterwords, and I felt a tongue pulling across my tender skin as he gently worked across the areas that had been a target of his ire during the first breeding. Eventually, his cock slipped free, bringing with it some of his own copious seed as it leaked from me.

I simply lay there, unable to do much more than rest as he tended to me. Eventually, I felt him pull away completely and was able to rest for a minute longer before rolling over onto my back. Justice padded gently away and disappeared behind a door that I presumed to be the bathroom.

It was then that I noticed Stanford, sitting in a chair nearby and gently touching himself still, trunk flaring from the scent of sweat and cum in the air. His hands rolled over giant, heavy testicles absentmindedly as he spoke.

“I'll admit I was a little worried there at first, but you took it like a champ, handsome."

I smiled.

“Well, what can I say? You two got me worked up, and I guess Justice needed that." I glanced over to the bathroom, but the door was closed. Stanford smiled.

“I think he did. You're welcome to lay out on the bed and rest or I can show you to the other bathroom if you like?"

I raised an eyebrow.

“You don't want to join me?"

His ears flapped and the elephant sat up a little straighter.

“Hon, I figured you were too tired or maybe too sore. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

I groaned a little and dropped a hand between my legs, reaching underneath and returning with a thin fluid on my fingertips.

“Well, I'm not gonna get any more well lubricated than this for a while, so if you want to fuck me..."

Stanford was up and headed toward the bed before I stopped talking. I laughed as his weight made the bed sink while he climbed onto it.

“You're just going to have to go slow."

“Of course, hon."

Unlike Justice, the sweet elephant pulled me into his lap, hugging me against his body. I leaned into him, thankful for the support as he held me there. I could feel the snuffle of air as his trunk examined me, sliding across my sweaty skin. His cock firmed in no time, obviously ready for the event ahead, and I admit it was a little intimidating to feel it swell beneath me, tapping gently against my ass as it throbbed.

With a docile motion he laid me on my back, trunk tickling my own cock as he explored between my legs. Several pillows suddenly landed on the bed next to me and I looked over to see Justice had placed them there and was watching intently. Stanford reached over and slid them underneath my lower back until I was raised slightly and his hands gripped my legs, lifting them into the air. His cock rested over my own, heavy across my pelvis and intimidating.

The lion joined us, placing himself in a similar position to Stanford when things had first gotten started. I felt his paws gently settle on my shoulders as he got comfortable above my head, and I looked up to see him watching Stanford. Justice didn't seem to be trying to get involved, but he was there watching and keeping a hand on me all the same.

“Ready, love?"

I looked back at Stanford to see if he was talking to me or Justice, but his eyes were focused solely on my body. I nodded.

Stanford adjusted slightly and lifted himself, guiding his cock to my entrance and nudging against the sweat and cum that already coated the area between my cheeks. He began by pressing firmly, forcing that blunt tip through the ring of tissue that didn't put up much resistance. He popped in suddenly and I sucked in a breath, already feeling the stretch of just the tip of his member as it rubbed against the slickened skin.

There was a great rush of air as Stanford exhaled through his trunk and across my belly. That massive appendage then curled backward, gripping my own package and squeezing tightly. The paws on my shoulders tightened, and suddenly the elephant began to push forward at a steady but solid pace. Again, time stopped as I was filled beyond what I thought possible, and the idea of Stanford using the lion's release to force himself into me kept me harder than even the grip of his trunk could have. He was tender, but strong, forcing himself in just a little as a time as I took deep breaths and tried to simply allow him to fill me completely.

Eventually, I couldn't take it any more and groaned in pain, the pleasure reaching too much of a boiling point with the discomfort.

“Stop. Stop, Stanford."

“I'm about halfway in, love. You want to stop?"

“No, but. I.. I just don't think I can do it all."

He nodded and began sliding back out. I breathed a sigh of relief and allowed myself to relax. He had retreated almost completely, the tip putting pressure on my entrance from the inside and forcing white seed out of it with the effort, when I stopped him again.

“Not all the way. Stanford. Can you.. can you cum without going all the way?"

Seeing an elephant smile like that is something I won't ever forget.

“Of course."

Stanford was true to his word. He began pushing his cock in, forcing that massive length back into me, none of which would have been possible without the lion's efforts before. When he reached about the same spot, I hissed and he changed directions, pulling out and emptying me almost completely before sliding back in again. From there, the process became easier, him leaning into me and forcing me open until I couldn't take it, then sliding back out and providing relief without even allowing himself to leave my body. Time slowed, a skill that these two had somehow perfected, and eventually the pace quickened again. While it was nothing compared to the ferocious nature of Justice's breeding, I was able to watch as Stanford's face began to tighten, as his breathing began to get heavier, and he started to reach his moment.

“You're so tight, Nate. Its... it's unbelievable."

I exhaled heavily as his cock forced my body open. “Keep going, Stanford."

There were no words after that. There was plenty of moaning, sure, and I came a pitiful amount onto my belly with his trunk wrapped tight around me in the midst of it. Stanford's thrusts became more erratic. As careful as he was with making sure it wasn't too much, eventually he began to buck into me, breath hitching as he forced in without hilting all the way then sliding back out to feel his cock glide across the warm tunnel it was invading with his husbands own seed for lubrication. Every time I felt the gentle pull on my hole as he threatened to leave me empty, I was suddenly full to the brim again, body overtaken by something massive. Eventually, I saw his body lurch and his ears flapped loudly, jangling with all of the jewelry that was betraying his inability to hold back any longer. He leaned forward, forcing himself in one last time, pushing my legs up even further as his cock filled every inch of me that he was willing to go without committing too far.

Feeling an elephant cum is not something that can be described. The throbbing, forceful release was so foreign at the time I wasn't sure if it would hurt me, but in the end it was simply bliss. He grunted as his body heaved, and I felt the paws on my shoulders grip me one more time as Stanford emptied himself, twitching and throbbing as rope after rope filled my guts with elephant seed. His trunk was the final sign that he was done, falling limply in front of him as it it too, was exhausted. When Stanford opened his eyes, he looked down, resting my leg against his shoulder as he reached to rub my belly. Could he feel himself in there?

“I'm impressed, hon." His eyes then dropped between my legs, but he didn't pull out as a look of surprise grew across his face. “I'm very impressed."

“For what?", I asked.

“Well when you originally asked me to stop I was about halfway in... but now you've made it three-quarters of the way."

Stanford began to pull away. The feeling was intense as he slid out of me and I definitely ruined some very expensive sheets once it flopped free. He moved in closer, dropping that heavy cum-coated pole across my belly and showing me just how far he'd gotten. I moaned and dropped my head back down, resting it against the legs of the lion behind me.

Justice finally spoke again, paws gently brushing past my collarbone.

“Next time, you're taking the entire thing."

I groaned. “Only if I get unlimited hot tub time."

He smirked.

“Deal."