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  1. Kindar

    Chapter 02

    Chapter 04 The building was quiet as Sebastien walked the corridor. He didn't run into any of his neighbors. Which wasn't unusual, it was almost six and most would be eating dinner, or watching the television, based on what he could hear through the doors as he walked by. He turned at the intersection leading to his apartment and paused when he saw the white envelope stuck between the trim of the door and the wall. Here? Really? The rabbit looked around, in case he caught sight of orange and white. Of course, he wouldn't, it wasn't like the tiger was stalking him. Dishes knocked together in the apartment he was next to and he began moving. He plucked the envelope and opened it. In it were three crisp one-hundred dollar bills, as well as a card. 'Do not move from where you are. Undress, and masturbate to orgasm and the money is yours.' He couldn't be serious. Sebastian pulled out his phone and placed the call. "Hello Sebastien," the man answered. "You're kidding, right?" "I'm not." He lowered his voice. "I'm not going to get naked and jerk off in front of my door." "Then put the envelope with its content where you found it." "So last night wasn't enough for you?" "You are asking the wrong question again." The rabbit ground his teeth. "You're the one doing this, don't tell me it's all about me." He put the card in the envelope and stuck back where he'd taken it. "Look, can you just drop whatever this is? Whatever you're planning, or trying to make me realizes or whatever, I'm not interested." "So, you want me to stop?" "Look, this is just too weird, getting me to jerk off in an alley, and now, here in my own building. I just don't understand why you're doing this. Look, I don't feel like talking about this okay? Bye." He disconnected and put his phone away. There, now that he'd told him off, he wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. He swiped his keycard and entered his home. He forced himself to put the incident behind him and hung his bag as well as his jacket. He set a pre-made meal to heat and went to his table, looking at the fabrics on it. Martin had given him free reign for the material and colors, and now Sebastien wanted to make sure the suit would match the ermine perfectly. He looked up at a sound. Had that been the meal? The steam making the box expand? No, it had sounded like it came from the hall. He smiled and went to the door. He saw no one through the peephole, but he thought he'd seen a shadow at the periphery. He quickly opened the door an looked out. No one. No sound other than his neighbors moving about in their apartments. The envelope was still there. It must have come from one of them, a dropped pot or something like that, and in his excitement to catch the tiger red handed he's imagined it was him. He shook his head in derision at himself. Here is was, not wanting to have anything to do with the man and then he hoped to confront him. He should focus on what he needed to do, not what someone else was doing. He went back in to make a decision on what he would use to make this suit. * * * * * When Sebastien left his apartment in the morning, he noticed the envelope was done, and he wondered when the tiger had taken it. Then he put that out of his mind and headed out to the sound of the rest of the building coming awake. Chapter 05 "I shouldn't be more than two hours, Jimmy," Damian told his driver. "The coffee shop across the corner serves a good coffee, if you want to wait for me there." "Sir? What about the..." the wolf trailed off. Damian smiled. "What are your instructions?" "It stays in until you tell me it can come out." "Then what is the issue?" "If I get out of the car Sir, they'll know." "And?" Jimmy bit his lower lip his nervousness making it difficult for him to think. Damian waited. His driver's training was as important as his suit. And he knew the young man would connect the dot quickly enough. The wolf sighed and his entire body relaxed. "You didn't order me out of the car, Sir." "I'll call you once I'm done here. As I said, it shouldn't be more than two hours." "Very well, Sir." Damian exited the car and crossed the sidewalk as it pulled away. He entered the tailor's shop and the bustle outside was silenced with the door closing. "Mister Orr," the badger said stepping around the counter. "It's a pleasure to have you here again." "Hello Drummond." Damian nodded and looked around the shop. The rabbit wasn't visible, so he had to be with someone. "To be honest, I was expecting you Friday. I left a message saying the suit was ready." "I got it, but my day was booked, and the weekend is for relaxing." He'd decided to give Sebastien a rest; let him calm down from their conversation before showing up. "That's very wise of you." The badger motioned to a bored looking cheetah who was reading a fashion magazine. "Frederic, get Mister Orr's suit so you can do the fitting." "Sebastien isn't working today?" Damian knew very well he was. "He's currently with a client." "Then I'll wait." "Mister Orr, a man such as yourself shouldn't have to wait on someone like him. Frederic can have you fitted before that rabbit is done." Damian fixed his gaze on the badger. "Drummond, I am not in the habit of repeating myself. I will wait for Sebastien to be done with his client, is that clear?" "But-" "Is that clear?" The badger took a step back. "Yes, of course Mister Orr. I'll go tell him to hurry." "No." The man almost stumbled. He opened his mouth but Damian cut him off. "You will not force Sebastien to give bad service to the person he is with. I said that I will wait, that means I will wait for him to done in good time." "Yes, I-yes Sir." The badger went back behind the counter while Damian walked among the racks, looking at the ready to wear suits. He saw the cheetah say something and by the body language, it wasn't flattering toward Damian. The badger shushed him and leaned in close to speak. By the cheetah's wide eyes, he'd just explained who Damian was. Sebastien was with his client for thirty-eight minutes. During that time, two men entered the shop, an elderly buck, who accompanied the badger through the racks until he found a suit that pleased him, then followed the cheetah in one of the fitting rooms. The other was an otter in his mid-forties. He nodded to Damian and Damian nodded back. The man was the vice president to one of his competitors. He picked a suit off the rack without help, paid for it then left, leaving Damian wondering why he'd buy a suit here and have it fitted elsewhere. Damian walked to the back of the shop, out of direct view when he heard Sebastien speak and his client respond. The tones were jovial, pleased, indicating they were done. As the rabbit directed the mouse to the counter, the suit in a bag over his arm, the badger indicated where Damian was standing. Sebastien turned and froze. Damian smiled at him, and after a moment the rabbit forced a smile of his own. He indicated the fitting room before bringing the suit to the counter, and then getting Damian's suit. Damian waited for him by it, and followed the rabbit in. As soon as the door was closed Damian began undressing. He didn't wait for Sebastien to turn his back to him. He'd surprised him once, now he had to know what to expect. When he was naked, he faced the rabbit, who was looking at him, ears red and leg shaking slightly. Damian took his place and waited. The rabbit didn't move for a moment, when he did it was like he was in a trance. He dropped the suit in its bag and came to him. Sebastien placed a trembling hand on the tiger's chest and closed his hand in the longer white fur. His other moved up along Damian's side. Damian didn't react to the touch. He let Sebastien do what he wanted. He would let him go as far as he wanted. For the moment the rabbit seemed content to touch him. By the need in his scent, and the way his hands shook, Damian thought it had been a long time since Sebastien had touched someone in this way. It seemed odd to him. Sebastien was a handsome man, he had to have sex. That hadn't been covered by Emerson's report, he'd have to get him to look into that. After ten minutes of running his fingers through Damian's fur, and keeping his hand above the belt line, Sebastien buried his muzzle in Damian's chest fur and breathed in a shuddering breath. Definitely starved for physical contact. What he probably needed was for Damian to wrap his arms around him, hold him tightly, let him soak the warmth in. But the tiger didn't move. If that was what the rabbit needed, he would have to take it for himself. But maybe he could use a nudge. Damian lowered his head until his muzzle was next to the rabbit's ear. "What do you want?" he whispered. Sebastien shuddered, then looked down. He remained like that for a few seconds, then stiffened. He pulled away. "I'm sorry." He smoothed nonexistent wrinkles off his clothed. "I shouldn't have done that. It's completely inappropriate." "I'm not complaining." "It doesn't matter, that's not how I'm supposed to act." He took a deep breath, then picked the suit bag off the floor and hung it. He mumbled something Damian thought might have been 'stupid,' 'not serious.' Damian was better at reading lips than deciphering mumbling. He waited while Sebastien unzipped the bag then pulled it off the suit. He removed each garment and placed them on the table. Damian watched Sebastien pull himself together so that when he turned and handed him the shirt, the rabbit looked like the professional tailor that he was. Damian put it on, and Sebastien checked the fit, and his gaze never strayed from the cloth. He had Damian remove it, then spent ten minutes making adjustments, before handing it back. He did the same with the pants and then the jacket, and forty-five minutes later, Damian was dressed in a dark blue suit. Sebastien handed him a burgundy tie with thin gold strips. Looking at himself in the mirror, Damian was impressed. The suit looked great on him, and was comfortable. He nodded his satisfaction, but Sebastien didn't notice it. He had a wistful expression looking at the tiger's back. Maybe he should give him a second chance? Except that if he undressed again, it would clearly be Damian's intent, not Sebastien. Instead he stood, waiting for the rabbit to shake himself and meet his gaze. "Is it to your liking?" "Yes. I like the material, what is it?" "It's wool, Sir, thirteen ounces, like you asked for." "You did good work. You have a good eye for colors." "Thank you, sir." "You can call me Damian, Sebastien." "That wouldn't be appropriate, Sir." Damian smiled. "It should be clear by now that being appropriate isn't something I hold much value in." The rabbit shrugged. "Will you be changing back?" Damian adjusted the collar of the suit. "No. I'm going to wear this. See how it feels while I move." Sebastien nodded and picked up the garments off the hooks and placed them on a hanger before putting a bag over them, and zipping it closed. Then he escorted Damian to the counter. "How was he?" The badger asked, and Sebastien's ears reddened. "He was wonderful. Very professional, and his work is impeccable." Damian handed his credit card. "I'm glad to hear that, will you be wanting other suits?" "Not right now, I want to wear this one for a time first. Make sure it holds up." "Of course." The badger handed the card back with the receipt. Damian took the bag containing his suit and turned to the rabbit. "I enjoyed our time together." Then he turned and headed for the door. He caught the badger looking at Sebastien with a tilted ear as he pulled out his phone. "Jimmy, I'm ready to be picked up." The car turned the corner as he stepped to the curb, and a moment later it stopped before him. Damian got in and was immediately enveloped by the smell of his driver. He smiled as the wolf looked at him in the mirror. "Looking sharp, Sir." Jimmy fidgeted in place. "Thank you. And how are you feeling Jimmy?" "I-Sir, it's-" he closed his eyes and when he opened them, he was pleading. Damian opened a compartment in the door and pulled a small remote controller from it. The compartment hadn't been locked, and Jimmy knew it was where Damian kept it when he needed to leave the car. He also knew the wolf hadn't even considered taking it to give himself relief in his absence. Jimmy had entered into this arrangement willingly and knowing fully what it entailed. "How about this. You go get me a coffee, and once you're back, I'll turn it off." Jimmy's head snapped toward the coffee shop. "Sir, they'll be able to tell. I-" his ears folded back, bright red. "Please sir, I'll-" Damian's raised eyebrow silenced him. "I gave you my terms, Jimmy. It's your decision what you do about it. You can either get me a coffee, and get some relief for at least the rest of the day, or not, and wait for me to decide to switch it off." "How long?" Damian shrugged. "Whenever I decide I have a better use for you I guess." The wolf whimpered and looked at the shop again, filled with people. Damian could see him weighing his option, and he wasn't surprised when Jimmy got out of the car, waited for the walk signal to come on and then cross the street. He didn't think anyone else could notice the twitch in the wolf's walk, each time the stimulator sent a pulse, but Damian could. Jimmy hadn't had a choice. Damian had made the wolf's first sexual task to get him hard. That way Damian had demonstrated to him that he didn't need sex. So, for Jimmy to wait until Damian had a better use for him meant he could be waiting forever. And after three days, the wolf had clearly had enough. Damian looked at the tailor's shop. How long would it take for Sebastien to have had enough too? Chapter 06 The sounds of the crowd walking the mall was going to give him a headache at some point, Sebastien thought as he sat down on a bench to rub his feet. There had to be some irony there, he spent his days standing at the shop, and walking half the length of the mall forced him to sit down. He wished he could come here in the evening during the week, but after a day of work braving the crowds wouldn't feel any better. He also wished the bus stop wasn't on the other end of the mall to the fabric store he liked. After a minute he forced himself to continue, stopping by the tea booth for a Chai to give himself fortitude. It didn't help as much as he'd like, but he made it to 'Fabric of the Worlds,' in his opinion the best place to get any fabric. "Sebastien!" a thin fox called, stretching the first syllable and giving he name a French accent. "It is so good to see you again." An instant later he had his arms around the rabbit in a hug that was more powerful than his frame indicated could happen. "Malcolm," Sebastien only placed his arms around the fox, without squeezing. He didn't want to give him the impression this was anything more than a hug. The fox was already excited enough he could feel his erection. The fox took a few steps back and rearranged himself very blatantly, clearly counting on the rabbit's presence in front of him to keep anyone in the mall from noticing. Sebastien didn't react to it, he never did. "Let me look at you," Malcolm said. "How do you do it? How do you always look so fabulous?" He made a gesture for him to turn in place. With a resigned sigh Sebastien slowly spun. He didn't think what he was wearing was anything special. He'd found the light gray with black pinstripes pants at a discount store and had altered them to fit him properly. The button up shirt was one of his cleaner ones, but it was a few years old. He'd made the waist coat with the leftovers from the set of clothing he'd made for his parents on their thirtieth anniversary. The jacket he'd bought at this mall on a previous visit and had only needed a few alterations. It all looked okay on him, but he had no idea how Malcolm came up with 'fabulous' for this. There were no flamboyant colors, nothing frilly; only plain, neutral colors. He shook his head. "I'm looking for some fabric." Malcolm grinned. "Imagine that, and here I thought you'd dressed sharply only to come see me." "I'm making a tuxedo for a friend." The fox's smile fell a little. "Come on, play with me. There's no need to be so serious." Sebastien forced a smile. "Sorry, I'm not really in the mood. I'm getting a headache from the noise outside and my feet are killing me." His face brightened. "Then take a load off, sit, sit." He indicated a chair. "Take those wonderful shoes off and let me give you a foot massage." The rabbit sight. "Malcolm, can we not do this?" He wasn't sure how long he could keep the headache act going. He wasn't much of an actor. "I'm really not in the mood for this right now." "Sorry, I just..." The fox deflated. "What material are you looking for?" "Silk, something in the avocado range of color." "That's a weird color for a tux." "I don't argue with what my friends what, especially not when they're willing to pay for the material ahead of time." The fox nodded. "The silks are over there." He led Sebastien through the racks of fabric and pulled those that were close with what Sebastien wanted. They talked over the pros and cons of the various silks the store had, and Sebastien picked one that was a lighter green than Francis wanted, but that was more pleasant to the eyes. He told Malcolm how much he wanted, and they headed to the counter. He'd already laid down the patterns, and measured it so he knew that he extra tree feet would cover any mistakes he might made, and if there was any left over, well, silk was always usable. "You know," the fox said as he folded the fabric and bagged it. "I'm having a get together at my place tonight, it's going to be a quiet thing, just me and a few friends, you're welcome to come over if you want. You know I always enjoy your company." "Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to pass. I need to work on the tuxedo." "Another time then?" "Maybe." Sebastien wanted to say no outright. He knew what Malcolm was after, he made it very clear anytime he was here, or when they happen to be in the same bar, and the fox just wasn't his type. "I hope so, I'd really like to spend some time with you." If he was more courageous, he'd tell him it wouldn't happen, but then he'd have to deal with him each time he bought fabric. "See you next time," he said instead taking the bag and leaving the store. The noise assaulted him, so many people talking, kids screaming, hard soles hitting the floor. He took a breath and began walking. He might grab a bite to eat, it would give his feet a rest. His phone buzzed after half a dozen steps and he stepped to the side as he pulled it out. He stopped by a column and opened it. It was from Mister Orr. 'On your left is a corridor leading to the man's restroom. Second stall from the end.' Sebastien looked to the left, and on the other side of the thoroughfare he saw the sign indicating the restrooms, just before a corridor. He put his phone away and considered. He knew what this would be, another chance for him to earn some money if he was willing to perform a sexual act. He still didn't understand why the tiger arranged this, or how he knew to message him at this moment so the restroom would be on his left. He headed for the sign. He wouldn't have to do it. It was implied in the way the notes had been written and the tiger had stated it. He could leave the money and not do anything. The restrooms were further along the hall, and the noise diminished quickly. He side stepped a janitor mopping the floor and entered the restroom. A buck was washing his hands, broad shoulders, inside a leather jacket, his rack had been trimmed and the ends capped with silver. Sebastien couldn't stop himself from watching him as he dried his hand and walked out. The man at the urinal was a jaguar, slimmer than the buck, but still muscular. He nodded a distracted greeting as he walked by the rabbit and stopped at the sink. Now, if one of those two had hit on him, Sebastien would have happily gone home with them. It was so unfair that men like them never gave him a second glance. Except for the tiger. He pushed the stall's door and as he expected, there was an envelope there; being held by a corner under the top of the tank. He pulled it free and opened it. Three crisp hundred bills and a card. He turned it over. 'Undress, and masturbate to climax and the money is yours. You can keep your shoes on. You cannot leave this booth.' Sebastien checked the other side, surprised that was all there was. After the one saying he had to jerk off in the hallway in front of his apartment's door, he'd expected something more daring than just a bathroom stall. This he could do easily. He placed his back on the tank and turned, closing the door. He reached to lock it, and discovered the lock had been removed. It hadn't been ripped out, or worn out. The holes for the screws were in good condition. Someone had purposely taken the lock out. He let go of the door, and for a moment it didn't move, and then it moved in by an inch before stopping. This was different. If he couldn't have privacy-that was the point, wasn't it? The tiger wouldn't have set up something simple. Whatever this was to him, he seemed to enjoy putting Sebastien in these potentially embarrassing situations. He looked around for a hidden camera. He'd want to watch, he was sure of it. No matter what he'd said when they'd jerked off together on the phone, Sebastien couldn't believe he wasn't getting off on this in some way. His initial thought was that he wasn't doing this. He'd even put the card back in the envelope, but then he sat on the toilet, and reached for the door. He had to lean forward uncomfortably for his fingers to barely touch it while it was closed. If someone pushed on it, it would open. He could lean back against it, but anyone who saw his feet would wonder what he was up to, they might even guess, and call security. He could face the door and hold it close, but anyone who noticed how far his feet were from the toilet would wonder. He had to be sitting, if nothing else, it would be more comfortable. So how could he ensure the door stayed closed? He knew very well that wasn't what the tiger expected. He wanted Sebastien to be in a position to be discovered, but he felt a twisted pleasure in finding a way to out think him. He took off his jacket and hung it on the end of the door before closing it. It wasn't enough, so he folded a sleeve back and smiled when the door stayed closed. He took off the waistcoat and shirt, and placed them on top of his bag. He undid his belt and paused in the process of taking off his shoes as two men entered the restroom, talking about a girl they knew. He waited until they were done pissing, washed their hands and left before quickly taking his shoes off, then his pants and underwear and putting his shoes back on. Even with the door closed he felt strangely exposed as he placed the garments on top of the others. If someone looked under the stall walls, or over them, they'd see him in all his glory. Fuck he was nervous. Even more nervous than when he'd jerked out in the alleyway. That had been outside, but all he'd had exposed was his cock. He was naked now, somehow that made all the difference. He sat down and tried to calm down, but a group entered the restroom and it was five minutes of talking while they did their businesses, some of them sounded young. Fuck if a kid were to push the door open, he'd end up in jail. It wouldn't happen, he told himself, as he almost considered getting dressed again. His jacket was visible on the other side, making it clear the stall was occupied. He could, and would, do this. He'd show the tiger he wasn't some wimp. When the quiet returned, the last to leave had been in a stall a few doors down, he played with his balls while he tried to get his heart beat down. It didn't slow much, but as he began stroking his cock, he imagined he was at home, in his bed, jerking himself off. Then he wasn't alone in his imagination. The tiger was with him, running his hands on Sebastien's chest. That made him hard, and he used his other hand to pinch a nipple as he imagined the tiger doing it. He bit his lower lip and tried to ignore the sounds of guys making use of the restroom. The tiger sucked on a nipple, one of his hand taking Sebastian's cock and stroking it. A whimper escaped his lips and a man loudly asked, "Hello?" The rabbit froze. Fuck. He'd been heard. The fantasy was gone, he was in the present, his hand on his hard leaking cock with someone wondering what he was up to. He didn't dare move, not even to let go of his cock. And sounds and the man might come investigate. How long had it been since the man had spoken? A minute? Longer? Less? He couldn't tell. Steps. Were they coming closer? Shit, he thought they were. He tried to look under the door, but he couldn't see much without actually moving, and he was terrified any motion would be heard. The faucet came on. Hands rubbed together, paper towels pulled from a dispenser, then the steps left the restroom. Sebastien let out a breath, that had been too fucking close. He looked at the cock in his hand and was amazed it hadn't become limp. If anything it felt harder. He stroked himself and closed his eyes. It took him a moment, but he was able to bring back the scene. Him on his bed, the tiger next to him. He was still jerking him off, his precum acting as lube in the fantasy just like in the reality, but his other hand was rubbing his stomach now as he moved down. The tiger licked the precum off the tip of the rabbit's cock and Sebastien had to bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud. Fuck he wanted this so badly. The tiger closed his lips on the head of his cock and sucked it in slowly. His muzzle was hot, burning. It felt amazing. He forced his hand to move slowly, to matched the tiger's languid bobbing. He grabbed his balls with his other hand and gave them a light squeeze. Someone loud entered the restroom and Sebastien focused on his fantasy, ignoring the banging of a stall door, and the reverberation of the metal in the room. The tiger picked up his speed. Moving up and down. Fuck, it had been so long since he'd felt a mouth on his cock. He wanted to cum so badly, but the loud guy was loud doing his business, distracting him. Sebastien closed his eyes tighter. The tiger was bobbing up and down, his lips sealed against his cock. His other hand rubbed the inside of the rabbit's leg, a finger pressing under his balls. He focused on that, the tiger rubbing there as the loud man left, slamming the door and making all the stalled reverberate. Then silence fell, except for his whimpering, which he couldn't hold back. The tiger deep throated him. "Fuck." He knew he'd said it out loud, but instead of stopping, he jerked off faster. He needed to finish this, not because he could get caught, but because he fucking wanted to cum. He wanted the tiger to bring him pleasure. He wanted to feel his mouth on his cock. He wanted to have his ass stretched by that cock. His panting became louder as he his orgasm got closer. Fuck he could tell this would be a strong one. His tongue lolled out, his hand was moving quickly. In his fantasy the tiger's finger had move further back, between his cheeks, under his tail. In a moment it would press against his hole. He opened his mouth in preparation, and in the silence between two breath, the sound of cloth falling to the ground added itself to the slip/slap of his hand moving on his cock. He cracked an eye open, curious as to what had made the sound, but not enough to interrupt his coming orgasm. Both eyes snapped open as he strangled a cry, his cock jumping and cum pouring out of it as he looked out the stall through the open door. He stopped moving, but his cock kept jumping. He couldn't think as the orgasm kept washing over him. And when thought finally did come. The only one he had was to wonder if anyone had seen him. Even with that, it took him a long time for what he was seeing to mean anything. Then he was up and pushing the door closed. Fuck. He looked down. His cum was dripping on his jacket. Fuck. He grabbed it and wiped the cum with toilet paper. Then he was wiping himself clean and getting dressed. He almost left the envelope there out of disgust, but he grabbed it. He'd fucking earned it. He spent only a moment to look himself over in the mirror. His jacket had been stained where the cum had fallen, but people wouldn't notice, he hoped. The entire fast walk to the bus terminal he kept thinking that he should be terrified that anyone might have seen him jerk off, but only one image kept coming back in his mind. He imagined the door opening, and the tiger standing there, as naked as he was. Hard and ready to give him everything the rabbit wanted.
  2. Kindar

    Chapter 01

    Chapter 01 "Thank you for calling Jerome's Tailor, the place for quality suits. Please be advised that as of the sixteenth of April, the store will be closed permanently. If you wish-" Click Damian dialed a different number. "Hello?" an unsteady men's voice said after the third ring. "Jerome, it's Damian Orr." "Mister Orr, what a surprise." He had to pause while he coughed. "I never expected you to call me at home." "I just called your shop and learned that you'd closed it. I'm wondering if there's anything I can do to help." The man chuckled, which turned into another coughing fit. "I'm afraid that unless one of your companies has found a cure for old age, there's nothing you can do." "That's-I'm sorry to hear that. How are you? Do you need help with your care?" "No, thank you, I'm fine. I've hired a nurse to look after me, and my grandkids keep stopping by to make sure I'm okay. My doctor says I still have decades, but I've lost too much hand-eye coordination to continue working. I'm guessing that was the reason for your call." "Yes. I'm due for some new suits. If you can't make them anymore, is there anyone you recommend?" "There's only one place in San Francisco that would match your demanding standards, and that's Edgard and Sons." "Are they as good as you?" Jerome laughed, then he was coughing. "I'm afraid that the only way you'll find someone as good as I was with cloth will be to import a tailor from Europe. Edgard's shop is more commercial than mine was, but he only hires tailors who've gone through the good schools." "I'll look into Edgard and Son, and keep Europe as a backup plan. You take care of yourself, Jerome." "And you as well, Mister Orr." * * * * * Like Jerome, Edgard and Son only had one storefront. It was located in the north end of the financial district, with Elegance on its left, and Haute Couture on the right. They were certainly in expensive company. The front was split down the center by the door, and the bay windows on each side were made to appear to be a series of changing rooms. In each a mannequin was wearing a suit and were posed as if the window was the mirror and they were admiring themselves in it. Damian thought it was somewhat pretentious, which fit the theme of the surrounding stores. He entered, and very little of the outside light made it inside. The display covered all of the bay windows except for the top foot, and that light was diffused with a gray sheer fabric. The large room smelled of cloth, wood, dyes and varnish, but there was a faint underlying sweetness to the combination, which led Damian to think it was a manufactured scent, instead of the result of so much clothing being stored in a small place. This place was already disappointing him. If the atmosphere was fake, how good would the tailors be? The walls were dark wood paneling, with mirrors at regular intervals and mannequins wearing various suits. Far too many racks held suits for Damian's liking. This felt more like a suit shop, rather and a tailor's. He had no interest in buying off the rack. In the five seconds it had taken the tiger to evaluate the store a stout badger detached himself from the counter to walk toward him. "Welcome to Edgard and Son, how can I help you today?" The man wore a dark blue double-breasted suit with a white shirt and black tie. He had forgone the usual Oxford for more comfortable brown walking shoes; something off the rack. Another mark against the store. Damian gave the man his friendly smile. "I take it you're Edgard?" "No, that was my father. I'm Drummond, Drummond Entil." "Well, Drummond, I find myself in need of a suit." "Of course." He motioned toward the racks. "If you'll follow me, I can show you-" "No." "Excuse me?" "Drummond, I was led to believe you were a tailor, not a suit salesman." "Please forgive me, most men who come here just want to get something to-" He stammered under Damian's gaze. "Sebastien!" A light brown furred rabbit stepped out from behind a curtain. He was younger, in his mid-twenties, wearing perfectly tailors pin stripped pants held up with suspenders and an egg shell white shirt. He looked up and almost missed a step as he took at the tiger. Damian smiled, and when the rabbit's eyes reached his face, he broadened his smile, showing a little teeth. The rabbit's breathing sped up and his iris dilated. Well, well, well, Damian thought. This should be amusing, if nothing else. "Sebastien, this is-" "Damian Orr." "This is Mister Orr, he needs a suit." "Yes, of course," the rabbit answered, his voice soft, sounding slightly out of breath. Damian glanced down, but he wasn't sporting an obvious tent. By the slight marks on the pants, his underwear was keeping everything in place. He wondered how much self-control Sebastien had. "If you'll follow me." Sebastien headed to the back of the store and opened the door, letting Damian enter first. The room was twelve feet deep and eight wide. Two chairs were on the left of the door and six hangers were screwed to the wall on the other side. The other end had a table with tailor's tools on it as well as on pegs on the wall. Unless Sebastien moved very slowly, Damian would have to hurry. He wasn't worried, he had a lot of practice at undressing quickly. Sebastien faced him and ran a hand along his jacket's lapel. He raised it to look under then folded it back in place. "This is very good work," his said. "Who make it?" "Jerome Hiline." The rabbit smiled. "Yes, he'd do something like this." He ran a hand down the front, and Damian felt his hand tremble as it moved. "I hear he's the best tailor in the city." "Not anymore, he retired." The news seemed to sadden Sebastien. "I guess that explains why you're here. If you could continue to go to him...." "I'm guessing this will be easier if I take this off." Damian began removing his jacket. "Yes, the measurements are more accurate with less layers." He turned and headed for the table as Damian placed the jacket on the hook. With the rabbits back to him he got out of his pants and then his shirt. Normally he'd fold them, but this time he just dropped both on a chair and took position, waiting for Sebastien to turn around. "Do you have a specific style of suits you want?" Even though Sebastien raised his voice, it still came across as soft. The rabbit was soft spoken, rather than shy. He picked up a measuring tape and a tablet then turned and proceeded to drop the tape. His ears dropped back as they became red. He stammered something unintelligible. Damian looked down at his naked form. "Is there a problem?" "You-ya-you're naked." "You said any layers would change the measurements." Sebastien's mouth moved a few times before words came out. "I thought you'd keep your pants on, or have underwear." He bent down to gather the tape. "I can't stand those things." When he stood Damian could now see some definition in his pants and the rabbit's breathing was faster. "You wouldn't rather wear something?" Damian smiled. "I'd rather have accurate measurements on the first try." Sebastien nodded and came to him. Damian could see the effort he had to exert not to look down. When he was before the tiger, Sebastien made a visible effort to put what he had seen behind him and measured Damian's shoulders. Damian discretely breathed in the rabbit's smells. Sebastien wanted him. How badly? Damian wondered. Sebastien moved behind Damian for more measurements, and Damian caressed the rabbit's leg with his tail. He didn't audibly react, except for his breath catching. Then the rabbit was back in front of him and knelt to measure his inseam. Damian looked down, watching as Sebastien fought with himself not to look. "You can look, you know." Damian let himself plump out slightly as Sebastien glanced in pure reflex. The rabbit looked away and shook his head. "I don't mind." Damian was now at half-mast. "Actually, if you want a taste, you're welcome to it." The rabbit looked and he licked his lips as Damian's cock became fully hard. His eyes were fixed on it, but he didn't move. He wanted to, it was clear in the tension in Sebastien's body, in his scent. Damian could have shoved him against the wall and fucked him raw and the rabbit would have enjoyed all of it. But that wasn't what Damian was after. He was curious as to how long Sebastien could resist his own desires. Finally, the rabbit looked away. "It wouldn't be appropriate, you're a customer." "I wouldn't mind." Sebastien shook his head and took more measurements. "I'm done, you can get dressed." He stood and Damian looked in his eyes. "Are you sure you want me to cover up?" Sebastien looked down. Damian leaned in slightly and whispered. "Why not just give into what you want? It's right there, I'm right here." Sebastien's hand trembled. He almost reached for Damian's cock, but pulled his hand away, then moved away. He shook his head. "I can't do that. It could cost me my job." "I wouldn't tell anyone." "I could still get caught. I-I just can't." "Alright." Damian let his cock get soft and got dressed. Once he was done Sebastien still had his back to him. He stepped behind him, breathed in his is smell and placed a hand on his arm, making the rabbit tense. "You smell amazing when you're horny," Damian whispered. His hand going down along the arm until he reached his hand and took the tablet out of it. Sebastien spun and reached for it, but Damian had stepped back, entering the materials he wanted his suit made from. When he was done, he handed it back. Sebastien read the new information and among the surprise Damian read the disappointment. He'd been hoping for more. Sebastien put the tape and tablet on the table then went to the door, but before he reached it Damian had a hand on his back, freezing him in place. He moved his hand down the rabbit's back, feeling him shiver in a mix of anticipation and worry. For all his protesting, he wanted Damian to take control, to use Sebastien in any pleasurable ways. It wasn't that Sebastien was a submissive. He wasn't like Dominic, who got off on being dominated. No Sebastien wanted an excuse to break convention, to do something he shouldn't. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't what Damian was after, not right now. "Dream of what you could have done with me today when you go to bed tonight." His hand caressed the rabbit's ass, and Sebastien emitted a slight whine. Damian left the room, closed the door, straightened his jacket and headed to the counter. "How was Sebastien?" the badger asked. "Very good, very nice." Damian paused, letting his eyes wander on the mirror behind the counter until he saw the employee sheet under the counter reflected in it. Sebastien's last name was Gauld. "He was very professional." "I'm glad to hear that. Do you know what materials you'll want the suit out of?" "I left that information with him. Work up my deposit on the most expensive suit you can make." "Sir, I'm not sure you realize how much that-" he shut up when Damian handed him the black card. It had no name on it, no bank or lending agency's insignia. He turned it over, opened his mouth to ask a question but Damian cut him off. "Just run it, Drummond. I still have things to do today." The badger inserted the card in the computer, entered the information. In the mirror Damian saw that the deposit was fifteen hundred dollars. Damian wondered if the suit would measure up to how much Drummond was planning on charging him. Possibly not, but it didn't matter, this wasn't about getting a suit anymore. The badger couldn't mask his surprise as the card approved the payment without requiring any other authorizations. He handed it back, his hand shaking slightly. "When do you want to come back for the initial fitting?" "How long will it take for Sebastien to have it ready?" "I can have him put your suit ahead of-" Damian glared at him. "How long will it take Sebastien?" The badger swallowed. "Usually it takes him two week?" Damian nodded. "In that case I'll be back in two weeks." He turned and headed to for the door. "Mister Orr, I need a number in case I have to contact you." Damian ignored him and stepped outside. He had all the information he needed to reach him if it was urgent enough. Otherwise he didn't want to have to talk to that badger again before he was back. He took out his phone and entered a number. "Royal Security." "Hello Emerson." "Mister Orr, what can I do for you?" "I need a basic jacket build on Sebastien Gauld, he works at Edgard and Son, on Kearny Street." "Just a basic file, sir?" "Yes." "We should have that before the end of the day." "Do me a favor, have Mister Sanders do the work and forward it to my office when it's done." "Sir," Emerson hesitated. "He's new. I'm not even sure he's been trained on gathering information." "Then this will be a perfect way for him to gain experience." He put his phone away and checked the time. Four hours before the store closed. He had time to get home, cook himself a meal and be back here. He wanted to get a feel for Sebastien's routine, and he might as well begin learning it now. Chapter 02 The inside of what had been a bakery before it went bankrupt was dark. The displays were still there, covered with a thin layer of dust, and there was a faint scent of sugar in the air. The bay window hadn't been covered up, which made the location perfect for Damian. He was back far enough that someone would have to press their face to the window to see him, and as he stood still, they might not notice him even then. It had been one week, to the day, since he'd gone into Edgard and son, for five of those days he'd sat in the coffee shop on the corner across from the tailor's shop. That first day, he's sat there all afternoon, the other days, He'd arrived at four forty-five, and left at the latest at five thirty. Emerson would have complained if he'd known about it. After all, he'd say, what was the point of Damian owning a security firm if he was going to do his own leg work? As far as Damian was concerned, having as much money as he did meant he got to indulge himself once in a while. At least Alice had been pleased to see him leave the office early for all those days. She kept telling him he was working too hard. It was five, Damian had been here for ten minutes now. He'd entered from the alley behind the store. Tracking down the retail company who had the listing and getting a key had been simple enough, and surprisingly cheap. If he decided to list one of his properties, he wouldn't do it through this company. At five-oh-five, Sebastien left the store with a messenger bag over his shoulder. His week of observation had informed Damian that the rabbit always left as close to five as he could, then he stood at the bus stop at the corner until it arrived between five-twenty-five and five-thirty-five. Damian took the phone out of his pocket. It wasn't his usual phone, that one was in hard shutdown mode at the moment. He's gotten this one two days ago, when he'd stopped at the local office of Royal Security. It had multiple features on it to ensure no one could listen in, trace it, or hack it. Normally the security agents used one for one mission, then returned it, for the phone to be completely wiped, re-formated, re-encrypted, and reassigned. He'd handle wiping the phone himself. He did trust the people working at Royal Securities, but mistakes could happen, and he couldn't afford to have anyone get one of his phones. Damian didn't expect this to be quick, but once it was done, he would return a wiped phone for them to re-encrypt. He entered a number and watched as Sebastien took his phone out, looked at the number, frowned, then put the phone to his hear. "Hello?" he said, tentatively. "Hello Sebastien, this is Damian." His frown deepened. "Who?" "Damian Orr, you took my measurements for a suit, a few days ago." More frowning, then his ears folded back as he realized who he was talking to. "Oh, errr, Hello." "I'm wondering if you can help me with something." Sebastien looked around, then his watch. "I don't know, I mean I'm waiting for the bus, and the store's locked, so I can't go back inside." "That's alright, what I need you to do isn't inside the store, it's behind it. I believe there's a short alley there?" Damian knew it was there, since he could see it from where he stood. It was thirty feet deep and eight wide, separating the tailor's shop's building from the restaurant on the other half of the block. "I guess there is." "Could you go there? There is something I need you to check on for me." Sebastien checked his watch again, then with a shrug headed for it. Damian had been happy with the alley since it was clean, and had nowhere to hide, unless one jumped into the dumpster at the back. There was a door on the left leading to the restaurant, and three on the right, for the three clothing stores there, but they were only used for deliveries. Sebastien looked inside the alley. "If you go about midway and look on your left, you're see an envelope stuck in a cracked brick. It's for you." "What do you mean?" The rabbit stepped into the alley and looked at the wall, then reached for something. "Mister Orr?" Damian didn't say anything. Sebastien opened the envelope and looked in. "What the hell?" There were three one-hundred dollar bills in the envelope, plus a note. Damian had picked that amount because it was significant enough that Sebastien would know that whatever he thought this was, it was serious. He'd also picked it because it was too little to make a difference in the rabbit's life. The salary he received from the tailor's shop paid his rent as well as all his bills. The one big item Sebastien had trouble with was his student loans, and three hundred dollars wouldn't make much of a dent in that. "What is this?" the rabbit asked. "Read the note." He took it out and a moment later almost dropped everything. "What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke?" Damian noted that Sebastien was more forceful now that he wasn't in his work environment. He liked knowing the young man wasn't always that reserved. "I believe the note was quite clear." "Clear? It says that if I take out my cock and jerk myself off to orgasm facing the mouth of the alley, the money's mine." "As I said, quite clear." "This is a joke, right?" Sebastien looked around, then up. "What are you trying to do? Make me lose my job?" "Not at all." "Yeah? Well, I'm not doing it." "Very well, then just put the envelope back in the cracked brick." Sebastien put the note back in the envelope, stepped toward the wall, then stopped. He looked in the envelope. Took out one of the bills and looked at it in a beam of light. "Is this even a real bill?" "It is." "Why are you doing this?" Damian waited for three seconds, long enough Sebastien would think he was considering his answer. "I'm trying to learn something about you." "Like what? If I'm a perv for pay? I could just leave with the money and not do anything." "You could. And I will have learned something." "That I'm a thief." Sebastien sighed. "It would be too early for me to judge you are a thief, but such an action would make it clear you lacked scruples." The rabbit nodded. He looked at the wall, then the mouth of the alley. In the time he'd been there, half a dozen people had walked by on his side of the road, double that on Damian's side. None of them had looked in. Sebastien looked up, then scrunched his eyes closed. "Did you think of me?" "Wh-What?" Sebastien was looked ahead again. "That night, when you got home and jerked off. Did you imagine my naked form? Did you imagine yourself doing the things you didn't dare do it the backroom?" "Ho-how do you know that?" "An educated guess. So, did you think of me?" "Ah...yeah." He looked at his feet. "You think I'm a perv, right?" "Not at all. You're a young man with needs. There is nothing wrong with satisfying them." "And now you want to force me to do it in front of a bunch of passing people." "I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'd never do that. I'll never force anything on you." "Sure, then what's the money?" "An incentive. You can put it back and go home. I don't believe your bus has passed yet." Sebastien looked around the alley. "What happens if I do this?" "You have an orgasm and three hundred dollars." "Right, and at some other point you'll call me again, try to get me to do something like this again, or something riskier." "Possibly." "This is stupid." Damian didn't respond. He watched Sebastien walked to the back of the alley, squeeze between the dumpster and the wall to the shop. There was two feet of space there. He tried to push the dumpster forward, to create a loophole, but it wouldn't move. It was on wheels, but they were old and rusted. Damian had tested it himself. The rabbit even lifted the cover and hoisted himself up to look inside, only to immediately drop down. It had been three days since the trash had been picked up. It had to be rather odorous by now. He sighed. "How do I do this?" "However, you want, but keep the phone by your ear and mouth." "So, you want me to be vocal?" "No more than you normally are." "Look, why don't you tell me what you want so I can give it to you? Isn't that how it works?" Damian chuckled. "Sebastien, you are mistaken if you think this is about me." "Maybe I should just fake the whole thing." "Are you that good of an actor?" Sebastien didn't say anything. It placed the envelope inside his jacket, the messenger back at his feet and undid his belt. He hesitated a moment before opening the front of his slacks. He reached inside his underwear, Boxer briefs, or trunks, from what Damian could see, and hesitated again, before pulling his cock out. He kept his hand in front of it and Damian waited. For a good minute Sebastien leaned against the wall and did nothing. Then his hand moved up and down, rubbing his cock. He did that a few times, then took it in his hand and stroked it a few times. "I can't even get it hard. I'm too nervous." "You can stop it if you want." "No. You said you wanted to learn something about me, well I maybe you thought I was some timid and scared rabbit because of how I acted then, but I'm not." "Alright, then close your eyes and think of that day, of me standing before you, naked." In the distance, the rabbit's cock might have jumped a little, or it might have been an illusion caused by the hand moving up and down. Sebastien's breath catching a little was real. "Remember how fast your heart beat, how hot you were suddenly, how dry your mouth became. You were shaking as you approached. What did you want then?" "I wanted to touch you." "Then do it." Sebastien bit his lower lip and moaned lightly. His cock was definitely hard now. Damian could clearly see. It looked to be seven inch long. "You knelt to measure my inseam, your face was next to my cock and balls, remember what they smelled like. Bury your nose in my balls. Breath in my scent." "Oh God." The rabbit shuddered and he tilted his head to hold the phone against his shoulder, his other hand going to massage his balls. "Having you this close excited me and I got hard." Sebastien licked his lips. "Oh fuck, I wanted to lick it so bad." "Do it now. Lick it from the base to the tip, suckle it, swallow the precum." "Oh God." He bit his lips and stroked his cock faster now. Beads of precum went flying. "Oh fuck. Oh fu-" he groaned and arced his back. The phone clattered to the ground. Sebastian's hand moved up and down his cock so fast it was a blur. Then it stopped and cum flowed down his shaft and over his hand, to drip on the ground. Sebastien remained still for fifteen seconds, then he opened his eyes and remembered where he was. He cursed then moved to tuck himself, but his cock and hand were covered in cum. He almost wiped it on his pants, but stopped himself. He collected the cum on his cock with his fingers and licked them clean, then his hand. He tucked himself in and refastened his pants. He picked up his phone. "Well? Is that what you wanted?" "That isn't the right question, Sebastien. Was it what you wanted?" The rabbit opened his mouth, then his face became a mask of confusion. He disconnected, grabbed his bag and went back to the bus stop, getting there just as the late bus stopped. He vanished inside and Damian put his phone away, quite pleased with how this had gone. Chapter 03 Sebastien couldn't stop looking around as he held onto the bar to keep standing. Could anyone on the bus tell what he'd done? He could still feel the dampness on his crotch, did his pants have a wet spot? God, he hoped not. How humiliating would that be? Had that Sheepdog wrinkled her nose? He tried to take a step back, but the bus was crowded with everyone heading home. Someone elbowed him as they made their way to the door and his crotch pressed against a cheetah's hip. Sebastien felt the coolness of wet fabric. God, he did have a wet spot. His ears began burning. He could feel their eyes on him. They knew. They could smell it on him, or see the wet spot, and they knew. He wanted to cram himself in a corner. His leg began shaking as his desire to flee kicked in and he forced it still. Be reasonable, he told himself. They were on the bus, there was no way they'd seen him jerk off in the alley, the bus hadn't even been there. As for smelling it, how could they smell anything over the funk permeating the bus? He wished telling himself that was enough to calm him, but he still twitched each time someone sneezed. His ears never stopped burning, and he couldn't shake the feeling that if he hadn't just cum moments ago, he'd be getting hard right now. "Was it what you wanted?" Mister Orr had asked, and he hadn't known how to answer that. Who would want to get off in public, imagining sucking off the man he'd seen naked in his store's fitting room? A pervert, that was who. Fuck, was that what he was? He'd never thought of himself that way. He hadn't even fantasized about any of the men who's suits he'd adjusted. Until Mister Orr. Sebastien started panting. What a man he was too. Muscular, piercing blue-gray eyes and this utter calm way about him, like he was in control of everything. And the way he smelled. The rabbit hadn't known someone could exude sex like that. The electronic voice called his stop and he pushed his way through the crowd. Outside he breathed in the fresh air, letting it clear his thoughts. It had been a crazy thing to do. So why had he done it? He headed for his building. It wasn't the money. Three hundred dollars wasn't anywhere near enough money. He entered the door code, and it gave him the 'incorrect' buzzer sound. What number had he even entered? He focused on what he was doing and this time the door clicked open. He took the stair to the third floor and swiped his keycard at his door. It opened and he was home. He leaned back against the door and breathed in the scents of fabrics, varnish, and old wood. He loved that this building was old, he could smell its personality. He hung his messenger bag on the hook and took out his phone. He looked at the new number on the display. He could call him back, tell him what he thought of him doing that to him. And what exactly did he think of him? Sebastien had no idea. He closed the phone and set it on the table. He opened a self-heating can of stew and left it on the counter before heading for the mannequin in his living room. He needed something else to think about and working on Matilda's dress would be perfect. * * * * * Another day done, Sebastien thought as he left the shop. He reached the bus stop and took out his phone. If it rang, he wasn't answering it. He checked the time, at least ten minutes to go before the bus arrived. He went to the alley and looked to see if there was an envelope in the cracked brick. There wasn't, he was relieved to find. He turned to leave the alley, but looked at the back instead. At the space between the dumpster and the wall. At where he'd jerked off. Before he'd realized it, he was standing in front of that spot. He'd been stupid to do that, it had been scary, and exciting, he had to admit. He felt himself get excited and rubbed his crotch. "Hey Buddy!" someone called and Sebastien jumped, immediately moving his hand away. "Are you okay back there?" A ram was in the mouth of the alley, looking at him quizzically. "Yes-I-hmm-I'm okay. I was just..." he trailed off, unable to think of something that would sound believable. He checked his phone and cursed, had he missed his bus? He ran past the ram without answering his look and reached the stop just as the bus pulled to it. At least he didn't have to worry about his boner after the scare the ram had given him. What if the guy had been there yesterday and seen him jerk off? That would not have been good he told himself. His cock seemed to have another opinion on the matter and he had to put his bag in front of himself to avoid poking anyone with it. * * * * * He hung his messenger bag and took the phone out. He looked at the number. He should call him. What would he say? He saved the number under 'Mister Orr,' and took out a one serving meat pie. He pulled the tab on the package that would make it heat up and went to Matilda's dress. He should be done with it tomorrow, then she could come for the fitting. An hour at most for the adjustments and she could take it home. * * * * * Sebastien sat on the couch, his phone in one hand and a full glass of wine in the other. He looked at the number again. Maybe it was because of the wine, although he only had had one glass before this, but he called it. "Hello Sebastien," The deep voice said. He almost hung up, the image of the tiger, standing naked before him, bursting in his mind. Of himself on a knee, measuring his inseam, his nose so close to his balls and cock he could smell the musk. He was getting hard at the memory. "Mis-Mister Orr-" "Please, call me Damian." Sebastian shook his head. "Mister Orr, why did you do that?" He placed the glass on the side table so he could undo his belt and unbutton his pants, it was becoming uncomfortable. "I told you why, I wanted to learn something about you." "Did you think about me when you went home and jerked off?" it had been what the tiger had asked. "It's can't be just that. You could have asked me instead." He had, and he'd admitted as much. And the tiger hadn't been put off by it. "I find that people aren't always honest when answering questions. Even when they think they are. Actions are much more honest, don't you think?" "I don't know. I don't go around asking people tough questions. I think the hardest question I've ever asked someone was if they wanted me to increase the waist size of their pants so they'd fit better." He wouldn't have to do that with the tiger's pants. He had the impression that the man wouldn't gain one pound over is entire life. His hand rubbed his stomach as he through about his abs, sufficiently defined to be visible through the stomach fur. "And do you think you received truthful answers?" What would it be like to touch them? They had to be hard. His cock had looked hard too. His hand moved lower "I don't know. I guess." He bit his lower lip as his caressed his erect penis. "Are you thinking of me?" Sebastien froze. "What?" "As you're touching yourself, was I who you were thinking about?" "How?" "Your breathing changed when you touched yourself." The rabbit looked down at himself, two fingers motionless in the middle of his cock's length. "You don't have to stop," the tiger said. Sebastien smiled. "Oh? Does the idea of me jerking of thinking of you turn you on?" His hand moved, the fingers caressing his cock to the base and then back up to the crown, to rub around it. "Would that excite you? The thought that I'm here, rubbing myself, listening to you pleasure yourself." Sebastien couldn't stop the slight whimper as he imagined the tiger in the fitting room, taking his cock in hand, stroking it while he was standing on the other end of the room, his pants open, his own cock out and hard. "How would you feel if I were there, close to you." His deep voice had become husky, silky. "If you could touch me right now, what would you be touching?" Sebastien moaned lightly. His hand closing around his cock, but not holding it. He wasn't really stroking it, it was more of an all-around caressing. In his mind, they were right against one another, their hands almost touching as they moved up and down their cocks. His free hand reached for the tiger's balls. They were a good size, a nice handful, and he imagined they were heavy. "Oh fuck," he whispered, and his hand tightened on his cock. Now he was stroking himself. "Of fuck your balls are so nice." In his ear the tiger's breathing was faster, shallower. "You like holding them?" he breathed. "You want what's in them? You want to drink their content? Or maybe you want it all over your face, have it rubbed into your silky fur?" Sebastien's breathing was coming in fast, his hand moving faster. "Oh God." In his mind, he was on his knees, rubbing his face against the tiger's cock and balls. Breathing in the manly musk. "Oh fuck-Fuck-Fuck!" His back arced, his cock jerked in his hand, but he didn't stop stroking it. Cum spilled out, coating his hand, making it slick, increasing the sensation the crown generated, letting him tighten his hand on it, making it feel so much better. When he relaxed, he was still stroking himself, slow motions, making him shiver and sigh. Fuck, he hadn't expected the orgasm to be this good. He closed his eyes. "How was it for you?" He sounded breathless. "It was okay." "Just that? You haven't finished?" "I haven't started." Sebastien frowned, his hand moving. "What do you mean?" "I mean I wasn't jerking off." "But you said..." he straightened, looking at his cum covered hand. Somehow what he'd done no longer felt as good. "I asked you if the thought I was doing it excited you. I never said I was doing it." "You-you used me? But you sounded like you were doing it." "I helped you Sebastien. It was clear that the idea I was participating helped you, so I provided you with the proper stimuli." "But-but I was doing this for you?" "Were you?" "Or course I was. You listened to me jerk off in the alley, you were listening to me doing it now. It's clear you get off on it." Damn it, why was he feeling like he'd done something wrong now? "Calm down Sebastien, I enjoyed listening to you because I could tell you liked it." "Damn it, that isn't who I am, I want my partner to get off to." "Is that who I am, Sebastien?" The rabbit sighed. "I don't know, it felt like it." "Then I apologize, it wasn't my intention to lead you to believe that." "Sure, look, I need to go wash up, so I'm going to hang up." He didn't wait for the reply before disconnecting the call. He dumped the phone on the couch and went to the bathroom. What an idiot he'd been, again, he thought as he washed his hand, groin and stomach. It had been so hot in the moment and now all he could think of was how he'd put on a show for some guy who hadn't even been turned on by it. Fuck. Maybe what he needed to do was get himself a boyfriend. Maybe if he had regular sex, he wouldn't fall victim to the tiger again. He went to the full-length mirror in the living room and looked at his lean form, his skinny form he thought when he wasn't being kind to himself. The guys he wanted didn't go for him. They wanted built guys like them. The twinks were who couldn't stop looking at his skinny ass. He had nothing much against them, but they just didn't do it for him. And then there was the tiger, Mister Orr, who was a dream come true physically, but mentally he seemed to be playing games. Sebastien didn't want a guy who played games. He just wanted a guy, the right guy. As hot as he was, that tiger wasn't him. Sebastien wasn't going to be playing his games anymore.
  3. Kalenidus

    011 - "C'mon, whip it out, bro!"

    From the album: Kalenidus' Artwork

    "Fuck off, man, lol!" :PCommission for johnsanders of himself being a bro. ;)

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  4. Kalenidus

    010 - See something you like?

    From the album: Kalenidus' Artwork

    I think you could ask either one...Commission for

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