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  1. Kindar

    Chapter 04

    Chapter 10 The phone rang twice before someone picked up. "Orr Programming," the man said. "Which one is this?" "Hi Damian, it's Donny." "Hello Donald, are you and Daniel busy this Friday evening?" "Let me check." The rest was muffled as Donald placed a hand over his phone. "Danny, we have anything scheduled on Friday?" As always Damian took care to listen to how the other spoke, trying to find anything that would allow him to differentiate between the twins. "We have the phone meeting with Astrom Entertainment at ten, after that nothing." Daniel sounded exactly like his brother, same cadence, intonation, both of them still even had the same trace of their Pennsylvania accent. The only way he knew this was a different speaker was because the voice was fainter, coming from further away. "Where free," Donald said, "Why?" "I'll message you an address, and I'd like for you and Daniel to be there, six at the latest." "Okay, and what do you need us to do once we're there?" "What else, have sex." * * * * * Sebastien wasn't familiar with this neighborhood. It wasn't affluent, which he'd expected considering Mister Orr had given him the address. That was all the text had contained, the address. It had come as he was putting his jacket on, leaving work. While waiting for the bus he'd looked it up. It was in the Old Mill neighborhood, which had a bad reputation. For a moment the thought that someone had hacked Mister Orr's phone and was trying to get him someplace where Sebastien could be hurt crossed his mind, as well as Mister Orr sending him there for the same reason. He dismissed the first one because Sebastien was no one important. Who would bother going through that just to hurt him? The second took a little longer. He had to admit to himself that he knew very little about Mister Orr. He'd looked him up, but the Internet had hardly anything. In the end he dismissed it because Mister Orr had never done anything to hurt him before. Make him uncomfortable, yes, send him outside his comfort zone, certainly, but hurt him? Quite the contrary. There had been no time or date, but the implication was to go there now. Mister Orr didn't send him instructions to be done hours later. His bus went there, but he'd have to take the one heading in the opposite direction. Which was only minutes away. So, he crossed the road and waited, wondering what was waiting for him there. He held his messenger back tighter against himself as he walked through the neighborhood, still wondering. It would be sex, for some reason it was always sex, like Mister Orr thought only of that. The question was, what kind of sex? Sebastien wasn't knowledgeable when it came to sex, but by now he didn't think there was much left Mister Orr hadn't gotten him to do, other than the hard stuff, like bondage and master stuff, and Sebastien had told him he wasn't into that kind of stuff. He might be inexperienced, but he definitely didn't want anything done to him against his will, and he got enough of being bossed around at work. Mister Orr had explained that neither was what he'd thought, but Sebastien hadn't been interested. Not even in trying it with him. Mister Orr had given him an enigmatic smile and nodded. No one seemed to pay him attention as he walked, but Sebastien felt eyes on him. Or at least he imagined eyes on him. It was unsettling. The address was a three-story brick building. It looked old, but well maintained. Ethan would know what that kind of building was called, but to Sebastien it was just a building. The entrance didn't have a panel so he could buzz the apartment he was going to. He tried the door and it opened. He worried about how secure the building was, and then figured it wasn't something he had to worry about, he wouldn't be here that long. Apartment six was on the third floor. There were only two apartments per floor, which had surprised Sebastien. He'd expected all the buildings in this neighborhood to pack people as tightly as they could to reduce the rent. Small one-room apartments where a family of six had to squeeze in. He buzzed number six and within seconds the door opened. Sebastien opened his mouth to say who he was, but no words came out. The man before him was a tiger, muscular with a decent amount of ruffs, but they were trimmed so he might be a little older than he looked. And he was naked. The tiger looked at ease with the exposing himself to Sebastien and the corridor. It was empty, but he couldn't have been certain of that. He smiled. "You must be Sebastien. Please, come in." He moved out of the way. Sebastien didn't move. "You like what you see?" Sebastien nodded. He was soft, but the tiger's cock was on the larger side, even if he wasn't a grower. "Would you like to do something with me?" Sebastien nodded again. "Then you'll have to come in. I'm not like Alex, I like my sex with the privacy of walls and closed doors." Sebastien nodded, but didn't move. The tiger's laugh broke the spell. It wasn't derisive or even mocking in the least. He found the situation amusing. Sebastien's ears burned as he hurried inside. The door closed and when he turned the tiger was leaning back against it, watching him. "I-" Sebastien closed his mouth, what were the rules this time? A quick glance around didn't show him an envelope, and the tiger certainly didn't have one on his person. "The only instructions Damian gave me was for us to have sex. Did he give you any?" Sebastien shook his head, then spoke. "Just this address. I was expecting the instructions to be here. There's usually an envelope." "He didn't give me one. He did tell me to say that there was no money involved this time." The tiger canted his head, a silent request for an explanation. Sebastien nodded. That was different, but it didn't matter. Sebastien had told Mister Orr a few times, but the older man had said it was part of how things were. So why had he changed things now? If it wasn't for Sebastien, was it-? "If you'd had to give me money, would you have been comfortable with the arrangement?" The tiger looked thoughtful, then shook his head. "Not really. Sex isn't something to be bought or sold. As Damian been paying you to have sex?" "It's not that simple." The tiger laughed. "It never is with him. How about you, are you comfortable doing this without money being involved?" "Yes." There was no hesitation. "I never did it for the money, it... I think it was more symbolic, a way for Mister Orr to tell me that he was serious about what we were doing." The tiger rolled his eyes. "Him and his games." "Games?" "Sorry, I don't mean he doesn't take what you two are doing seriously. He does. He takes everything he does seriously, no matter how frivolous it might look to the rest of us. I just wished he realized that sometimes he can get the same result just by sitting down with someone and explaining what he's after, rather than doing things like what he's doing with you." He smiled. "But we're not here to discuss him. If you're planning on staying, there are things we need to get to." Sebastien swallowed. "Things like what?" The tiger moved close to him. "Things you'll enjoy." He took the messenger bag off the rabbit's shoulder and placed it on the floor, against the wall. "New things, hopefully." He took Sebastien's jacket off. "Sensual things." He removed the waistcoat and leaned in as he unbuttoned the shirt. "Dirty things," he whispered. Sebastien was panting. He wanted to run his hands through the tiger's chest fur. Feel the muscles, feel him press him against the wall, his hand on his ass. The rabbit moaned. "Someone is looking forward to what's coming." The tiger was smiling, and he was hard. He looked larger now. On par with Mister Orr with larger balls. Sebastien cupped them. "Oh, yeah. I like an eager partner." The tiger undid the rabbit's pants. Sebastien didn't let go of the balls through getting out of his pants, and the tiger's cock was leaking by the time he was naked too. Sebastien couldn't take his eyes off it. The tiger ran a finger through the precum, then licked it off. Sebastien swallowed as the tiger ran his finger through another pearl of precum. This time he moved the finger to the rabbit's mouth. Sebastien took it with a moan and sucked on the finger, wishing it was something else he was sucking on. When the tiger pulled the finger out, Sebastien was ready to drop to his knees, but hands caught him by the shoulders and turned him around. "We're heading to the bedroom," the tiger whispered. Sebastien didn't care where they went, so long as that cock went in him. He wanted to suck it, to be fucked by it, multiple times. He wanted to be pounded until he forgot his name. Filled with the tiger's cum until he felt like he'd eaten a three-course meal. Fuck, it had been too long since he'd gotten laid. They entered the bedroom and Sebastien's fantasies of the tiger fucking him until he was screaming in pleasure ended when he saw another tiger on the bed. He was stretched out, hands behind his head, naked, hard. He looked familiar, but Sebastien's observation ended as he felt the tiger behind him press against his back. His hard cock hot between his ass cheeks. "That's my husband," the tiger said. The tiger on the bed waved. "I was wondering if you two were going to join me or just tease me. You realized sound carries everywhere in this apartment? I could hear both of you moaning." "Don't worry Danny, I wouldn't deprive you of this wonderful find." Sebastien's fantasy shifted. He was on all fours, being pounded from both sides. His cock twitched, completely out of his control his cock jumped in excitement and he felt precum leak down the length. The tiger on the bed, Danny, nodded in his direction. "He certainly is eager." "Who wouldn't be eager to fuck you?" At the words the images in his head rearranged themselves, end then stopped. "What?" Sebastien gasped as a slick hand grabbed his cock and stroked it. "You are going to fuck Danny." "But he's your husband." The hand tightened on his cock and he groaned. "So you can trust me when I tell you he's an amazing lay." "I don't-" His moan cut him off. "Have you topped before?" Sebastien shook his head. There had been that one time when he was seventeen, the neighbor who'd wanted to experiment with another guy, but that hadn't gone well. "Donny, stop jerking him off, he can't fuck me if he's soft." Donny and Danny? Really? That couldn't be their real names. What were the odds of two guy with almost identical names end up together? He was pushed forward and had to climb on the bed when they reached it. The motion raised his ass and the cock slipped further between his cheeks. He pushed back and it caught under his tail. "I think he'd rather I fuck him," Donny said. "Sebastien," Danny called, and the rabbit forced his eyes opened. "He's dessert. You need to finish me before you can have him, or he can have you, in this case." Sebastien swallowed and pulled away. "What if I'm no good?" "I've been fucked by truly incapable guys, trust-" "Hey now, no talking about them that way." "Donny, I love 'em, but there was a time when they really had no idea what to do, you weren't the one he had to endure it, you just had to laugh at all the floundering they did." He focused on the rabbit. "Trust me, Sebastien, you might be inexperienced, but so long as you're willing to give it your best, we are both going to have a fun time." "Three of us. There's three of us here, last I check." Danny glared past the rabbit. "That can be changed you know. I can kick you out of the bedroom." "Nope, Damian said we were both part of this." Danny shook his head. "You are so lucky you're a great fuck, now that the kids are out of the house it's the only reason I stay with you." "Hey, I never claimed to be anything more than that." Danny looked at Sebastien. "How about I show you how it's done and you can replace him?" The idea of having this tiger every day made Sebastien vibrate. Of having anyone every day. Of coming home to someone happy to see him, playful like these two were. If he could have that, he wouldn't need anything else. "Hey now, no long faces in my bed." Sebastien forced a smile. "Sorry, hearing you two just made me realize that being single isn't as great as I've been trying to convince myself it was." Danny smiled at the tiger behind the rabbit. "If you're lucky enough to find the right guy it can be pretty amazing, but don't force it. You can have a full sex life even if you're single, hell, I think the kids have more sex then us and none of them have a steady boyfriend." "Most of them have more assistants than us. It might help." "Well, we have one tonight, or rather, you have two, Sebastien." Danny took his arm and pulled him forward. He spread his legs as the rabbit walked on his knees between them, then wrapped them around his waist. Sebastien could hear his heartbeat. He'd been in this position before, cock resting against cock, balls against balls, but those times he'd been the one lying back, and they hadn't been all that frequent. "Just move to readjust yourself and then go at whatever speed you feel comfortable going." Sebastien searched the tiger's eyes, trying to figure out how serious he was. He wanted to do this right. There was no doubt in those brown/green eyes. He reached between them with a hand, to get a feel for where things were and quickly found the hole, already slick. The tiger smiled at Sebastien's tilted ear. "I did know you were coming." Sebastien nodded and moved between the legs until he had his cock in position. He looked into those eyes again, no doubts. "Go ahead, you don't have to rush anything. Donny's the impatient one, not me." There was a snort behind the rabbit. He looked over his shoulder, Donny was stroking himself. "Don't worry, I won't cum until I'm deep in your ass where you want me." Sebastien wrenched his eyes away. One thing at a time, he told himself. Fuck, he wanted them both at the same time. Maybe later? He pushed in slightly, watching the tiger's face. The smile there didn't falter, even when the tiger's eyes rolled back and he let a deep moan out. It was when Sebastien realized he was in balls deep. He'd been so focused on making sure he didn't hurt him he hadn't even noticed himself pushing in further. What now? The last time, by now the guy's face had been contorted in pain and he'd told Sebastien to pull out and then he'd left, never to talk with him again. "Fucking involved a good amount of thrusting," Donny said playfully. "Don't worry, you won't break him. I certainly haven't yet." Danny raised a hand and flips the other tiger the finger. Sebastien slowly pulled out, and had to pause when all that was left in was his cock head. He was panting. Fuck that felt amazing, tight and soft with the pulsation of the ring as it tightened and relaxed. He pushed in and he and the tiger moaned in unison. After that he didn't need any prodding or instruction. He was thrusting in and out. Going slow, and sometimes faster. He changed the angle a few times, but he kept coming back to this. The tiger moaned, and cursed once in a while. Sebastien managed to make him shudder by thrusting in as hard as he could and the fur on his stomach soaked with precum. The expression of pleasure on the tiger's face drove Sebastien to fuck him harder, and with that his orgasm hit. He pushed as deep as he could and as he let out a scream of pleasure the tiger under him shuddered again. The rabbit slumped forward as he felt the bed shift. He felt hands on his back, rubbing, then hands on his ass, massaging and spreading them. "Are you ready?" Sebastien couldn't answer, words were lost to him for the moment, so he gave a thumbs up. There was a chuckle, then he felt a slick cock between his cheeks, under his tail and then he groaned as it entered him. Fuck, this had to be the Eden Christians kept going on about. He'd convert if he could be certain that was where that Path of theirs lead. The cock stretched him and he bit into the shoulder of the tiger under him. "More," he whispered. And he got more. Just how long was he? There was no way he could take it all, he would be pierced all the way through. Of fuck this felt amazing. Then he felt balls slap his, and he knew he'd taken it all. Was it the position? Had he ever taken a guy this way? He couldn't remember, but he felt like he had been the one doing all the work. He felt out of breath, exhausted. And then Donny began pulling out. Sebastien tried to move with him, to force him to stay inside, but Danny held him down with a chuckle. The tiger behind him pulled out completely and Sebastien let out a low moan of loss. "Now that's a sound I never get tired of hearing." Hands massaged his ass. "You like having my cock in you?" The rabbit nodded. "You want me to show you how my brother likes to be fucked?" the cock rested against his hole. "Donny, stop teasing him." "I'm not teasing him, I'm making sure I know what he wants. And what are you complaining about by the time I'm done, there'll be two of us to drive you crazy." Danny moaned at that idea. Sebastien began chuckling at the interaction, and that turned into a gasp as the cock entered him, hard and fast, all the way in. Then out it went, and back in. Sebastien moaned and groaned as what fucked him wasn't a cock but a piston, a hard, hot, pleasure-inducing piston. Donny was relentless, in and out, no pausing. The motion moved Sebastien inside Danny's ass and he felt himself getting hard again. Danny cursed lightly, his own cock growing harder between them Donny was silent, except for his grunting. In and out his cock went and each time Sebastien's pleasure went up a notch. He was light-headed, giddy when he kissed the tiger below him. There was no hesitation, he pressed his lips against the other man and there was an immediate response. Their tongues crossed the boundaries, explored each other's muzzle. In the middle of that Danny tensed, then bucked under him. Sebastien felt his fur soaking up more moisture. Behind him the sounds seemed to push Donny into a frenzy. With a growl he thrust hard enough for Sebastien and Danny to slide on the bed and then he was still, his cock pulsing inside Sebastien. The rabbit was cross eyes, even if he hadn't been the one to cum this time. That had been amazing. He wanted to tell them that, but again, he couldn't make words work. He winced when Donny pulled out by letting himself fall to the side. "That," the tiger said, "was hot." "I agree," Danny said, gently pushing Sebastien off him and between the two of them. The rabbit agreed also. He looked as he felt something cold on his groin. Danny was wiping it with a cloth. "I take it we're done?" he couldn't keep the disappointment from his voice. "Hardly," Donny said. "I just need to catch my breath. I'm not a kid anymore." "Don't listen to him, he's just lazy. He wants one of us to sit on his cock so he doesn't have to do any of the work." Sebastien looked and Donny was still hard. He thought about moving, sitting on it. Experiencing that again. "Don't," Danny said. "He can work too. He isn't an invalid, yet." A pillow hit the tiger over the head. Sebastien tried to come up with a response, but a moan was all that escaped him as Danny nibbled on his neck. "This night is for you to enjoy yourself, Sebastien. Let us do most of the work." The rabbit groaned as his cock was grabbed by a slick hand and stoked. The bed shifted and Danny moaned. Sebastien opened an eye. Donny was behind his husband, fucking him hard and fast. Danny had stopped nibbling, his face a mask of pure bliss. Donny hadn't been kidding when he'd said that was how Danny liked it. Sebastien reached between the tiger's legs and stroked him. It didn't take long before Danny was cursing and cumming over his hand and arm. With a satisfied grin, Donny moved out from behind the tiger and between the rabbit's legs, raising him over his shoulder. He didn't bother asking, he just pushed in and Sebastien gave a moan that matched Danny's. Donny wasn't as vigorous this time, but he certainly wasn't out of energy. He joined in nibbling the rabbit's neck as he pounded his ass. Minutes later he tensed with a low growl and his cock pulsed inside the rabbit. He was gentler when he pulled out this time, and snuggled against Sebastien., rubbing his side. Danny hadn't stopped stroking him through all that, but only enough to keep him hard, not make him cum. "Wow." Was all Sebastien said. "Can we adopt him?" Danny asked. "I don't know, can he fuck you properly?" "He can learn." "I'd like to make sure before we sign the papers." "The evening's still young, and we have all weekend. The city courts don't open until Monday. Sebastien chuckled. "I can't-" "Oh shush, you're still hard, and you're young. I'm sure you can learn a lot easier than my brother over there." "Danny." Sebastien froze. He couldn't have heard that right, but the warning in the tone.... He looked from one to the other, and the sense of familiarity vanished, to be replaced by- "you guys are twins." "Danny-" "He was going to notice at some point." "But you said he was your husband." "I'm that too. Married by a priest of the Order of the All-Encompassing, compassionate, God of Us All." "But you're brothers." "It doesn't mean we don't love each other. Didn't want to spend our life together, raise a family." Danny was on his side, elbow on the bed, head on his hand. "And it doesn't get you in trouble?" "We don't advertise," Donny said, not sounding happy. Sebastien sat up. "You're Mister Orr's brothers!" "Mister Orr?" Donny said. Danny burst out laughing. "Who calls Damian that?" The rabbit looked from one to the other. "I do?" Both tigers laughed. "What?" "Sorry, he's our baby brother. We could never 'Mister' him anything," Danny said. "I can't even imagine other people calling him that," Donny added. He placed a hand on the rabbit's chest and pushed him back softly. Sebastien could resist. It's wasn't an ordering push, it was an asking one. He lied back down. The two tigers curled against him again, hands on his chest and sides, but no his cock. "Is us being brothers too weird for you?" Donny asked. "It was a shock. I thought it was odd that two tigers with almost identical names ended up marrying each other, and I saw a familiarity, but I wasn't really looking. I would probably have realized it once things quieted down." "Like now?" "Well, I don't think it getting quiet now was part of the plan," Sebastien said with a grin. Danny's hand moved lower. "And do you want it to stay quiet? We can end this now if you want." "You guys know that pretty much every guy out there had a fantasy about having sex with twins, right?" Donny grinned. "Do you?" "It never even crossed my mind that twin buff tigers would ever be in the same bed as me, let alone have their hands on me, cocks inside me." "Did he say cocks?" Danny asked. "It did sound like it. So you want us both inside you at the same time?" Sebastien's ears burned and he wished he could sink into the mattress. "I've never tried it." "What do you say Danny? You feel like topping for ones?" The tiger on Sebastien's right smiled. "I think this might be a worthwhile reason." Sebastien grinned and wished he could disappear at the same time. He couldn't say he didn't want to try it; his now rock-hard cock would call him a liar right there. But both were well endowed. "I think we can keep it for the end of this, whenever that comes. With can work him up to that in the meantime. And we can make sure he can fuck me hard and fast too." Sebastien covered his face with a hand. "You're liking this, aren't you," Donny asked. Sebastien nodded. "You aren't used to being the center of attention, are you?" Sebastien shook his head. "You are going to be in so much trouble if we introduce you to the rest of the family." "Can we-" he stammered. "Can we wait until I'm no longer burning up before bringing any more guys into this?" The tigers laughed. "Don't worry, we'll wait until you're ready," Danny said. "But for now, I'm ready to fuck you again." Donny climbed between Sebastien's legs, pulled them over his shoulder and before the rabbit had time to say anything, he was moaning. Not to be left out, Danny leaned in and took Sebastien's cock into his mouth. Far too quickly, the rabbit orgasmed, and he might have been disappointed at how quickly it had happened, if then Donny hadn't immediately done to fingering him while Danny kept sucking. Sebastien lost count of his orgasm after the eighth one that evening, and he didn't bother counting for the rest of the weekend. Chapter 11 On the screen, the rabbit was leading a woman in a light blue suit to the counter. He placed the clothing bag on the counter, exchanged a few words with the badger and headed for the corner where his jacket hung. Damian took his phone out and entered a number. The rabbit reached into the jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone. He glanced at the badger, who was handing the clothing bag to the woman, and took the call. "Mister Orr. I don't have much time, I'm not on my break." "I understand. I wanted to inform you that there is a car parked in front of the shop." "Okay, but I don't-" "The car will stay there for five minutes starting now." Damian pressed the button on the tablet and the timer started counting down. The one it was linked to in the car would be showing the same countdown. "I'd like you to be in it before it leaves." "Mister Orr, I'm at work. I can't just leave." "I understand." "Can you at least tell me what this is about? I could get fired if I leave now. Mister Entil hasn't been happy with me recently, well ever since...you know." "All I will say is that if you get in the car, it could change your life." Sebastien let out a huff. "Of it's going to change my life. Being unemployed is a change. Will it at least be for the better?" Damian remained silent. "Mister Orr, You've always made it clear I could say no at any time." "You can." "Damn it, I don't know if I can do this." "Then I will leave you to deliberate." "Wait-" But Damian had already disconnected the call. On the screen Sebastien was looking at his phone. He could call back, and Damian didn't put his away because of that. The rabbit was pensive. The cheetah walked by, made a comment, but the rabbit didn't react to it. He put the phone back in its pocket and crossed the store to the front window. He looked outside and nodded to himself. The badger came to him, said something, which Sebastien ignored. The badger's body language stiffened and he said something else, harsher this time. It wasn't the words Sebastien responded with that caused Damian's ears to straightened, it was his body language. The rabbit had snapped at the badger, and he wasn't showing any signs he felt bad about it, his ears were up, his jaw set. The badger growled something, and Sebastien replied, talking down to his boss. The badger hadn't expected that and backed up. Before he could muster whatever he felt he had to do to assert his position of power Sebastien had gone and grabbed his jacket. He exchanged words with the cheetah, then made for the door. The badger threatened Sebastien, and the rabbit gave him the finger. Damian smiled. He'd worked out Sebastien had gained confidence from what he'd heard, but this was the first demonstration the rabbit could stand his ground. On the other screen, from a camera across the street, the car, a dark blue Mitsubishi Worth, was in the foreground, with the tailor's shop door behind it. Sebastien exited, crossed the distance but paused as Jimmy exited to open the door for him. The rabbit hesitated, looked over his shoulder, then got in the car. Damian placed a hand on the operator's shoulder. "We're done here. You can head back." The woman nodded and turned off screens as Damian got out of the nondescript cube van. He waited for the traffic to lighten then hurried to the other side of the street, where another shop stood, this one clearly smaller with the windows on each side of the door only large enough to accommodate one suit each, not on a mannequin, but laid out on an angled board. He entered the shop and settled in to wait. * * * * * Sebastien looked at the wolf in the front, behind the wheel. He wore a black suit, a well-made one from the glance he'd gotten, but he didn't have the cap he expected from a driver. Well, which movies told him he should have. "Do you know what this is about?" Sebastien asked. "My instructions are to drive you to a specific address." "But do you know what's going to happen there?" The wolf shook his head. "You work for Mister Orr, right?" "I do." "How long have you worked for him?" The wolf looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Twelve years." "How is he? As a boss I mean." "He's a good boss. A good man, but you know that, right? You two have spent time together." Sebastien felt himself blush. He wanted to ask if the wolf had been with Mister Orr, but that felt too intimate of a question, so he settled for watching the buildings while they drove. * * * * * He knew the area, Sebastien realized as the wolf opened the car door for him. This was the textile district. Stores upon stores made and sold fabrics. The best textile in the country came from this neighborhood. He'd always wanted to come here, peruse the store, see that those who had money could afford to get, but he'd never worked up the courage. Was he here for a tour of the neighborhood? "He's waiting for you there." The wolf indicated a small shop between two textile stores. There was no name on the door or over it, but by the discolored wood he could tell there had been a plaque there. Sebastien turned as the wolf opened the driver side door. "Thanks, for the ride I mean." "You're welcome." Sebastien watched the car pull away then turned to face the shop. The window on each side of the door had suits in them, so this was a tailor's shop. Maybe Mister Orr had found him a better place to work at? It wasn't like other than going to a clothing store there was anywhere worse than Edgar and Son to work at. Mister Entil could be a self-entitled ass at times. The door was unlocked and bells chimed over it as he opened it. The inside was dark and smelled of fabric, inks and adhesives. He smiled and breathed in the air. Once the door closed almost no sounds from outside made it in. It was only then he heard the breathing. He saw the tiger at the other end of the store. "Hello Sebastien." "Mister Orr. What's this place?" "A tailor's shop." "I know that. I mean, why am I here?" The tiger motioned for him to come closer and Sebastien did so. There were no suits hanging on mannequins or displayed. The shelves were bare of anything. The tiger moved to reveal a mirror, as well as another man. A ram who had to be in his seventies. "Sebastien, I'd like to introduce you to Jerome Hiline. Jerome, this is the young man I told you about, Sebastien Gauld." Sebastien was taken aback. "Mister Hiline? The tailor Mister Hiline?" The ram smiled as he approached. "I am, but the name is Jerome, none of this Mister business in here." He ran a trembling hand over Sebastien's jacket, then pulled it open to examine the insides. "I'm afraid Sebastien is a lost cause, Jerome. I haven't been able to get him to stop calling me Mister Orr." "Well, a young man could have worse habits I guess." He folded the fabric of the jacket to look at the stitching. "It's good work, but the fabric leaves a little to desire." "I repurposed a jacket I bought at Goodwill." If Sebastien had known Jerome Hiline would be looking at his work, he would have brought something he'd made for his friends. Something he'd used better quality fabric on. The ram looked at the tiger. "You were right. It's very good work." He turned and headed for a small door tucked away in the side of the room. "But it won't do. It won't do at all." Sebastien didn't know what to feel. Was his work good or not? The tiger was no help. His face remained impassive as he stood to the side. Looking more like Mister Hiline's bodyguard than the executive Sebastien had gotten to know. The ram returned from the other room with a stack of boxes, which Mister Orr hurried to take off his hands and set on a shelf. The ram looked at Sebastien expectantly. When the rabbit didn't do anything, he motioned. "Well, go on, off with them." "Off? My clothes?" "Of course." The tiger placed a hand on the ram's shoulder. "Jerome, I can handle this part. Why don't you go sit down and rest?" "Are you sure?" the tone had some severity to it, a school teacher asking if a student had done his homework properly. "I'm certain. Remember, your doctor doesn't want you to stay on your feet for extended period of time." The ram nodded and headed for the open door. Sebastien saw it was a storage room. Mister Orr closed the door behind him then turned to face the rabbit. "Well?" the tiger asked. "What?" "Get out of them." "Why?" "Because Jerome made you some." The tiger didn't wait for Sebastien to start, he stepped up to him and removed the rabbit's jacket, folded it and placed it on a shelf. Sebastien took over undressing himself and Mister Orr moved to the boxes, opening them, but not taking out their content. When Sebastien was in his underwear the tiger smiled. "Everything." "You want me naked?" The tiger's smile broadened. "I doubt anything has changed since the last time I saw you naked." Sebastien blushed and looked at the door. "He can't hear us. Jerome doesn't like distractions so he made sure the shop is as soundproof as possible." "Is he going to be okay, alone in there?" "He has his phone, so he can read his articles, or watch his shows. Jerome never needed to be among people to be at ease." Mister Orr motioned for Sebastien to get on with it, and the rabbit took off his underwear. Sebastien felt exposed, nude in this unknown place. If he knew what Mister Orr wanted, he might be more comfortable, but the tiger wasn't reacting to his nakedness. He took something white from a box and handed it to Sebastien. Underwear. After a moment to wonder why he'd had to take off his only to put another pair on, he put them on. And immediately felt the difference. This hugged his body perfectly. The pouch was the right size so his package didn't feel compressed, or like it hung loose. He ran his hand over the fabric, it didn't even pull at his fur. "Jerome made them for you," the tiger said at his surprised expression. "But how? How did he get my measurements? I never met him before now." "You've been with me a few times." Sebastien raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall you ever taking out a measuring tape." Mister Orr showed his hands. "I've had these all over your body." "You can't take my measurements with your hands." The tiger smiled. "Those would indicate that I can." He took out a shirt and handed it to Sebastien, who put it on. Then the tiger walked around him, smoothing the fabric as the rabbit buttoned it. Like the underwear the shirt fit him exactly. Then Mister Orr handed him socks, and then the pants. They were deep brown, with a thin gold pinstripe. The waistcoat came after that, charcoal, and the vest, which matched the pants. Shoes came last, or so Sebastien thought. He was handed a tie once he was done putting them on. He eyed the tiger. He didn't like ties. "I can help you put it on, if you want." "I know how. They just feel like I have a noose around my neck." "Some people believe the tie was created so wives could lead their husband around." Sebastien chuckled. "I doubt that, considering how male-dominated it used to be." "Still is." Sebastien closed his eyes and adjusted it by feel. He'd spent months practicing tying a tie. He'd learned every knot and had repeated them multiple times a day so that when he had to wear one, he could this. His hands moved without him thinking about it, and when he opened his eyes, he was tightening a perfect Windsor. He looked himself over in the mirror. He had to admit he looked good. He ran a hand over the fabric, he could feel the heaviness of it. It would take work and care but it would last him. The tiger stood behind him in the blue suit Sebastien had made for him. They both looked like they were heading to a business meeting. Sebastien grinned. "So, who am I supposed to impress?" Mister Orr canted his head. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe your clients?" He looked at himself in the mirror again. "I could probably sell someone a car dressed like this, maybe even insurance." "How about a suit?" "I guess I could to that too. I mean this is probably the best advertising for a suit, it looks good and wears well. I'd have no problem convincing someone to hire Mister Hiline to make them one." "How about convincing them you can make such a suit?" Sebastien laughed. "Right, because I'd ever be-" he stopped at the seriousness in the tiger's face. "I can't, this isn't my work." "Do you think you could make something like this?" Sebastien turned hem of the jacket over. "Maybe? If I went to Europe and apprenticed under one of the masters there." "What if Jerome taught you?" Sebastien snorted. "Like I could ever afford to pay him." "Maybe you could, if you had your own shop." "Right. Because tailor's shops just happen to be lying around for some inexperienced kid to pick it up." "Don't sell yourself short, Sebastien," The tiger said severely. "It doesn't suit you. You are not inexperienced. You have gone through the courses, and have practiced your skills, but more, you enjoy them." Sebastien's ear drooped. "Sorry. I guess the idea of being able to do this for a living doesn't quite fit yet." "Then make it fit. Reality is what you decide it is." Sebastien nodded and tried to convince himself he could own his own shop one day. "As for a shop lying around, just waiting for a new owner, it turns out the owner of this shop has had to retire due to old age. Which means it's ready for someone new, with a younger mindset to take over." Sebastien moved away. "No. Are you kidding? I can't buy this place." "It's a rental." "That doesn't change anything. This is the textile district; do you have any idea how expensive the rent on this place it." "I do." "Of course, you do. I'm guessing you researched it months ago." "Years ago, actually." "Then you know there's no way I can afford it, not taking into account I probably lost my job already." "I think you could convince the owner to give you a break on the rent. You're a nice, trustworthy person." "Let me guess, you know the owner." "I do." "And you've had sex with him." The tiger shook his head. "Haven't quite managed that yet." "Yeah, well he doesn't know me. If he did, he'd know better than to offer me something like that. I'd never-" His words were cut by Mister Orr pulling him against his chest and holding him tightly. "You're freaking out because this is a lot to take in. I understand, but you need to relax. The owner knows you. He knows the kind of person you are. You are someone who cares for others. Who isn't afraid of taking risks, but also knows there are to be limits. You are quiet, but you can stand your ground when it matters." "You're the owner, aren't you?" Sebastien said, his voice muffled. "Yes, I am." Sebastien pushed away. "So what? I'm going to pay the rent with sex?" "Do you want that?" "No! Are you crazy? Of course not. But you have to realize that this." He motioned to the suit he was wearing. "Doesn't compare to that." He indicated the clothing on the shelf. "It's possible that it doesn't, but it compares to this." The tiger indicated the suit he was wearing. "You never dress yourself the way you dress others, not just those who came to the shop, even the clothing you make for your friends is better quality than what you wear." "Because it doesn't matter what I wear." Mister Orr took Sebastien by the shoulders and turned him to the mirror. "This suit isn't just clothing. It's a uniform, it's an advertising. You make clothing so what you wear shows people that you can dress them just as well. You're right, if it had just been based on what you wore, Jeremy wouldn't have bothered with you. Fortunately You made me this suit." "Which you paid Mister Entil a lot of money for." "And I'd pay you that money, after all I need more than one suit." "One client isn't going to let me survive." "I can bring you another client, Jimmy will need more suits too." "Mister Orr, two-" "Jerome also has all his clients, who will be happy to give you a chance once they learn he his teaching you. If you can impress even a fraction of them, you'll be able to afford the rent here, as well as improve your standard of living." "Why me? Why offer me the shop, three months ago you didn't even know who I-" Sebastien put his head in his hand. "Dear God, this is what it's all been about?" he faced the tiger. "All the getting me to put myself in compromising position, it was about this shop?" The tiger smiled. "No, at first it was just to see the kind of man you were. To see if I could get you to push your limits, but I saw someone with character under the surface. And you're a skilled tailor, I need a new tailor, so I decided to see if you'd be right for it." "And how does getting me to jerk off in an alley do that? In a public bathroom? On a rooftop? What did that-" the answer came to him and it stunned him. "Trust. It was all so I'd get to trust you. So I'd get in the car when you told me, no when you asked me to." "And so you'd trust yourself. You needed to see that you were capable of more than just taking orders, being under someone's shoe." "And what if I'd agreed to jerk off in front of my door? What would have happened when one of my neighbors saw me and called the police?" "It wouldn't have happened." "Really? Because you know people so well you can tell when they'll go in and out of their apartment?" "No, because I'd emptied the building before you arrived. A gas leak. Every tenant was offered a luxury hotel room while the repairs were done." "No, I heard them move about." "You heard people from a security firm I own who were there so you'd think the apartments were occupied. You needed to believe things were normal so you'd react in a real way. I wouldn't learn anything about you if you realized the situations were controlled." "You set all of that up? How about the bathroom? Guys came in and out." "Actors, with instructions not to react to anything they heard." Sebastien looked for a place to sit down, but all he could do was lean against a shelf. As exciting as that had been, he'd been terrified of being discovered. Which of course forced him to wonder again why he'd gone through with it. Why he'd gone through with any of them "How about the tiger at the coffee shop?" "Alexander, my nephew." "You got your nephew to take part in having sex in public?" "It didn't take much convincing. I mentioned you were good looking and that it would be in a public restroom and he was all for it." "Wait, he knew it was all setup then?" The tiger laughed. "No, that would have taken away from his fun. By the way, you threw him for a loop when you spoke to him." "Huh?" "I'd told him you were shy. I didn't expect you to start talking to men you found attractive by then. He had no idea how to react." Sebastien nodded and rubbed his face. "Look, I need to know something. If I agree to this, becoming your tailor, taking over this shop. Are we going to continue having sex?" He tried to keep himself from sounding hopeful. "That will depend on you, but if we do, there will be changes." "Like what?" "You understand that everything that happened until now was for your benefit?" Sebastien tilted an ear. "Really?" he replied, dryly. The tiger smiled. "I enjoyed my part it in, but everything was crafted with you in mind, and at any point you could say no. If we continue past this point, that is an option you will no longer have." "You mean I'm going to be your slave?" "No. I will lay down the rules you are agreeing to before you agree to them and I will never change them without your agreement, but within does constraints, you will agree to do what I dictate. Before you ask for us to have that discussion, talk with Jimmy, my driver. Tell him he can explain the arrangement we have. It will give you an idea of what you would be getting into." Sebastien nodded. He had a sense that there would be a lot of what he'd already gone through, only more so. "To be clear, the shop isn't contingent on me becoming your sex slave." "That is correct." "So all I'm going to have to do is make sure it stays afloat." "Yes, and I will be happy to give you a reduced starting rent so you can focus on learning from Jerome and on building your clientele." "And there won't be any sex attached to that either?" "No sex attached." Mister Orr smiled. "Sebastien, you are a good man, I will never surprise or trick you into doing something you aren't willing. From this point forward, I will always make my intentions clear, so that you can agree with them or not." "But if I agree, I'm locked in." "You will know what you agree to, but yes. That agreement will be binding." Sebastien straightened and smoothed his suit. "In that case, Mister Orr, I'd be happy to be your tailor."
  2. Kindar

    Chapter 03

    Chapter 07 The poodle looked at himself in the mirror, running his hand down the suit. "This is very good," he said with an appreciative smile. "Yes, very good." "I'm glad you like it, Mister Myagi. Will you be changing back, or wearing it out." "I may never take it off, young man." He turned until he could see his back. Sebastian smiled as he took the man's suit off the hooks. "I recommend you do. If only to wash it." He placed it on hangers and them in bags, which he brought to the counter. "This young man does amazing work," the poodle told the badger. "I know." Sebastien went to his bag and checked his phone. "He needs a raise," the poodle said. A handful of messages from his friends. Plans for coffee meets, a video game night. Someone wanting to discuss a business suit with him. Nothing that needed to be dealt with right now. He put it away. He was disappointed there hadn't been a message from Mister Orr. It had been almost a week since the incident at the mall, and the fantasy of the tiger being there, taking him in the stall hadn't left him. He hadn't called the tiger. He hadn't wanted to come across as obsessive, and really, he had called him the last time, shouldn't it be the tiger's turn? The messages getting him to do questionable things couldn't count, could they? "Been discussing your pay with the customers, I see." Sebastien startled at the badger's presence next to him. "What? No, of course not, Mister Entil." He took a moment to slow his heart rate and fight the instinct to bolt. "Then why did he say you needed a raise?" "Because I'm that good?" Sebastien tried to smile, but it faltered at the severe look the badger gave him. "I swear, sir. I don't talk about myself with the customers, at all." Except for one. The badger eyed him for a moment. "Don't you have a suit you need to work on?" "No, Sir, all the orders are complete." His boss looked around the empty shop. "Fine. I guess that until a customer comes, you can take a break." As he was about to thank the man, the bell over the door rang, and they both turned. The badger's face lit up with a smile as he saw the tiger enter, while Sebastien's heart tripled in speed and the need to run slammed into him at full force, but he couldn't tell if he wanted to run to the tiger, or away from him. "Mister Orr, what a pleasure to see you again." The badger was next to him in moments. "Are you here to make another suit made?" "No, Dummond, I need some adjustments made to this one." "Really?" The badger asked. Really? Sebastien echoed. He wasn't so full of himself to think his suits were perfect, but he'd been extra careful with the tiger's suit. He'd wanted to impress him. "Yes, it's been feeling uncomfortable when I move about, I hope Sebastien isn't busy at the moment." How could he have been uncomfortable? There might have been minor errors, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Had he fucked up? "Sebastien!" He startled again. "Yes?" "Well? You have a customer, maybe you should see to him instead of standing there lost in whatever dream you were having?" "Yes, of course. If you'll come with me, Mister Orr." He waited until the tiger was next to him before moving. He was torn between wanted to determine the defect in his suit and running his hands through his fur. He opened the door, motioned for him to enter, and then closed the door after him. The tiger unbuttoned the jacket and was taking it off as Sebastien hurried to the work table. He closed his eyes and worked up the courage to ask the question. He was terrified to find out how he'd messed this up. He took a breath and turned. He opened his eyes and his breath caught as the tiger stood in the center of the room, naked. A part of him wondered why he was so surprised, he'd done the same the previous times. Fuck, he still looked amazing. Broad shoulders, defined muscles on his arms, chest, stomach... everywhere. Heavy balls, thick cock. Fuck, his couldn't go there. This was real life, not a fantasy. He was at work for God's sakes. The tiger watched him without saying a word. His face relaxed, the perfect description of patience. It took him a moment to find his voice, but it still sounded weak to him. "What's the problem with the suit?" "Nothing," the tiger answered. Sebastien opened his mouth, but no words formed. "I needed an excuse to come back, that was the most credible." "I don't understand, why come back?" The ends of the tiger's lips quirked up in the start of a smile, but he didn't say anything. He turned his palms toward the rabbit and moved his hands away from his body a little, like he was offering himself. Sebastian had to grab on to the table to avoid falling. The message was clear, but he didn't understand why. A man like that didn't offer himself, he took what he wanted. He should be taking Sebastien, telling him what to do not- "What do you want, Sebastien?" the tiger asked. Images of his fantasies came to him, being taken by the tiger in the mall's bathroom. Being on his bed, the tiger's hands roaming his body, sucking his cock. Pleasing Sebastien in every way he wanted. The two of them in this very room, being loud as they fucked, not caring who heard them. Sebastien swallowed. "I can't," he whispered. "Then tell me to leave." There was no anger, no annoyance in the tiger's voice. Only patience. Sebastien bit his lower lip to keep from saying just that. "What if I get caught? It could cost me my job. I need the money." "There are no cameras here, and I won't tell anyone. Will you?" This was so fucking wrong and dangerous on so many levels, but fuck he wanted this. "I want you." Even he barely heard the words, but the tiger was moving forward. When he stopped, there was barely a hand's width between them. "What's stopping you?" Sebastien couldn't get himself to move. The tiger gently took the rabbit's hand and placed it on his chest. "You don't have to be afraid of taking what you want Sebastien. I'm no different than you, then the people in this city." Sebastien couldn't stop the snort, but his other hand moved as he spoke. "You're not like anyone I know. You're powerful. You're strong. You're not afraid of anything." His fur was as silky as he remembered. "Those are illusions, Sebastien." The tiger leaned in and whispered. "Money doesn't give anyone power. Muscles doesn't give strength. They're not what make someone able to take what he wants. Desire does that. What do you desire, Sebastien?" The rabbit's hands moved lower. He hesitated for a moment on the tiger's stomach, then continued. He took the cock in one hand and the balls in his other. The tiger moaned softly and his cock thickened, stiffened, until Sebastien was holding a hard shaft a little longer than his hand. It was hot and pulsed as he stoked it. As he'd imagined, the tiger's balls were heavy, the sac a good handful. He massaged them and the tiger shuddered. "This feels wonderful, but is this what you want, Sebastien?" What did he want? Had he ever asked himself that question, past wanting something? He'd wanted this tiger, and now he had him. Now what? What did he want, now that he had what he'd wanted? He wanted to be fucked by him. That's what he wanted. But he didn't say that. It wasn't appropriate. The tiger should be the one to make that decision. So what else did he want? "Can you touch me?" The tiger didn't move. "What do you want, Sebastien?" "I want you to touch me." The tiger ran a hand over the rabbit's sides, then to the front, moving under the jacket. Sebastien shivered at being touched this way. When had the last time been? In his late teen? Experimenting with the school's quarterback? He let go of the balls and reached up to undo the buttons of his waistcoat, but a hand caught his. He looked up at the tiger, whose free hand was now rubbing his back. "What do you want, Sebastien?" He was confused by the question. "I want to undo the waistcoat." It wasn't like they could proceed with him dressed. The tiger didn't let go of him. "I'm going to need my hand for that." He could always use his other hand, but he didn't want to let go of the hot cock it was holding. "No, you don't." Sebastien started to object, then understood. "Unbutton my vest." The tiger released his hand and undid the two buttons. "Are you going to do anything I tell you to?" The tiger's hand moved under the waistcoat and rubbed his other side. "While we are here, in this moment, I will." "And later? Tomorrow?" "Maybe, maybe not." Both hands were on the rabbit's back now, but he didn't pull him forward. They simply roamed up and down it, only hard enough to be felt. "Why are you doing this?" He didn't say anything, the hands moved back to the front, rubbing his chest, then up to his neck and face. "Tell me why you're doing this." "Because there are things you need to learn about yourself, about the world." "And this is going to what? Open my mind?" The tiger's hands were at the back of his head now, running through his fur, massaging his scalp. Sebastien closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of the cock in his hand, and the hands through his head fur. "Kiss me." The words were out his mouth before he even realized he'd said them, and before he could take them back, lips pressed against his. Warm, wet, gentle, strong. The tiger didn't kiss him hard. It was almost chaste. As he began to pull away, Sebastien wrapped his free arm around the tiger's neck and pulled him closer. He kissed him hard. He mashed their lips together, pushed his tongue against the tiger's lips, pried them open, slipped his tongue in the other's muzzle. Then the tiger responded. His hands tightened on his head and their tongues played together, then the tiger's was in the rabbit's muzzle, exploring. Then he was sucking on the rabbit's tongue, so hard Sebastien though it much be ripped out, and he wondered how such suction would feel on his cock. Sebastien pulled away. "Take off my clothes." And he was kissing him again. The hand moved away from his head and moved between them. A moment later his jacket, waistcoat and shirt were taken off. The hands went back between them, down to grab one leg and pull it up. His shoe was removed, and the same was done with the other leg. The hands then moved at his groin. Sounds of the belt being undone, a zipper coming down. A hand slipped between his pants and his ass, pulled him away from the table and his pants and underwear moved down. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. The hands went back to roaming, but this time they moved as far down as they could along his legs without having to break the kiss. Those hands caressed every part except his groin. Sebastien felt the fur brush against his erection as they moved along the inside of his legs, but they never touched him there. He wanted to feel them talking hold of his cock, but when he pulled away from the kiss, what he said was; "Suck me off." The tiger went down to one knee, rubbed his muzzle against the base of the shaft, then licked his way up. Sebastien let out a low moan and then cursed softly when the mouth closed around the head and pushed down. The tiger's mouth felt even better than he'd imagine, hot, wet, and the tongue always moving. Sebastien brought up his freed hand and sniffed it. It smell like the tiger's cock and was covered with precum. He licked it clean. And gasped as he felt his cock hit the back to the tiger's throat. He looked down and was amazed to watch him still pushing, trying to get even more of his cock in his muzzle. When he stopped moving, Sebastien felt him swallow around his cock and a shudder went through his body. He'd never been deep-throated before, and the tiger swallowed again, and again. Sebastien was panting, and wondering just how long this would go on. Didn't the tiger need to breathe? The tiger pulled up and went back to bobbing open and down on the rabbit's cock. Sebastien closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Oh, Fuck me," he sighed. The tiger released the rabbit's cock. When Sebastien looked down he was looking up at him. "Was that an expression of delight? Or is this what you want?" Sebastien thought about it. "Fuck. Me." The tiger nodded, then pushed the rabbit up so he was sitting on the edge of the table instead of resting against it. Sebastien was happy he always put the tools back in their places on the shelves instead of leaving them lying around like Frederik kept doing. He yelped as the tiger raised his legs and planted his muzzle between his ass cheeks. He moaned as he felt the tongue brush over his sphincter, licking and pressing. He had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a too loud moan as it pressed its way in. Then he spent a good minute panting too heavily for other sounds to form. The tiger stood, putting the rabbit's legs over his shoulders, and Sebastien had to be careful not to hit the shelves as he was forced on his back by the motion. He had a moment of worry as he wondered if he was slick enough and then the tiger pushed. Sebastien moaned and let out a slight whimper of pain as the head popped in. The tiger stopped. When Sebastien opened his eyes, he was looking into vibrant blue eyes. He took a moment to catch his breath, then nodded. The tiger pushed again, a slow steady motion. Sebastien let his head fall back, and felt it scrape a shelf. He sighed as he felt the cock fill and stretch him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as tiger pushed past what he thought was his limit. Then he stopped and Sebastien floated in a sea of bliss. None of his dildos had ever filled him like this. The tiger pulled out slowly, but completely, leaving a void inside the rabbit he didn't know he'd ever be able to fill again. And the tiger was in again, not stopping at the slight wince of pain the rabbit felt as the head popped in. Sebastien opened his mouth in a silent 'oh' as the tiger bottomed in again and then he pulled out. Sebastien didn't get time to ponder the void that was left. The tiger pushed in again, bottomed in and pulled out. An instant of void and he was back in. Pistoning in and out slowly. Fully sheathed, then completely out. Sebastien had always thought he wanted it fast and hard, but this was making him moan louder than what he did to himself. When he looked at the tiger, those blue eyes always looked back at him, focused, attentive. And he kept moving, making the rabbit moan constantly. Sebastien reached for his cock, but a hand stopped him. "What do you want, Sebastien?" the tiger asked, his voice sounding slightly colder. "Make me cum." A slick hand wrapped around the rabbit's cock and began moving up and down. Sebastien gasped as the sensations of the cock pumping in his ass and the hand stoking him overwhelmed him. "Harder, Fuck me faster." The tiger picked up speed and began pounding the rabbit's ass, his hand matching the rhythm. Sebastien moaned, and groaned. Writhing on the table, but the sensations no longer built like they had. It felt like they had plateaued just short of his orgasm. "Slow down, go back to before." The tiger obeyed, slowing his thrusting and stroking, and immediately Sebastien felt the sensation build again, gaining strength. He panted hard, letting out an exclamation with each breath. They became louder as he got closer to his orgasm. He knew he was going to scream, let the entire shop know what he was doing, but he couldn't stop it, this felt too damn fucking amazing to be contained. He opened his mouth and knew that it would be worth the loss of his job to feel this. A mouth closed on his a moment before he arched his back and he screamed into it. The hand stroked him through the entirety of the orgasm, and a few beats past it, making his body shudder. He was still panting when the mouth moved off. The tiger looked down at him. "Fuck," Sebastien panted. "How the fuck did you do that? I've never had anything this powerful. How the fuck did you know?" "I'm an astute observer of people." "You learned this from watching people?" The tiger smiled. "I've also practiced." "A lot, I bet." Sebastien carefully rested his head back on the table. "It's a good thing you kissed me, I would have screamed." "I know." Sebastien eyed the tiger. "Did you cum?" He shook his head. "Why not?" The tiger canted his head. "Right. So if I say this is over. You're going to walk out of here with a hardon capable of knocking down buildings?" "Essentially." "And you're not going to bitch? Just get out of here?" "I laid down the rules, Sebastien, I am not going to go against them. If you end this now, I will leave and seek my relief elsewhere." "Well, fuck that. I'm not leaving you hanging. I want you to cum, do whatever you want to get it to happen." The tiger grabbed the rabbit's arms and pulled until he was sitting. "Hold on to me." He placed both hand under the rabbit's ass and lifted him off the table. Sebastien was amazed that he had the strength to do it and that he managed it without taking his cock out. They only moved a few steps, and then Sebastien's back was against the wall. The tiger looked him in the eyes and began thrusting. Those blue eyes never looked away, and the rabbit found he couldn't either. He began panting again as he felt the cock pump in and out of him. Was he getting turn on again? Just by being fucked? The tiger moved in and out, a steady rhythm, and the rabbit let out a moan. Not just being fucked. Being fucked in the perfect way. He could feel his cock responding already. The tiger panted, his motion didn't change, but his face acquired a look of concentration, as if this finally too effort from him. With gritted teeth and a grunt he thrust in hard. He kept grunting in time with his cock's twitching and Sebastien held him hard. The tiger was cumming inside him. He'd wanted this. He'd told the tiger to do this. When the tiger stopped grunting, there was none of the embarrassment Sebastien had expected to see on his face. He didn't seem to regret any of it, and it made Sebastien's own discomfort at-what? Losing control? Giving in? Well whatever it as, he didn't feel as bad for having done it now that he could see the tiger was okay with it. "Do you want me to let you down?" Sebastien shook his head. "Stay in me as long as you can. Fuck, I can't believe we did this." "We?" "You took part. But I meant ordering you. I've never done that before." The tiger nodded. "How did it feel?" Sebastien had to think about it for a moment. "It felt good. Strange, I mean I never thought of myself as someone giving the orders. I've always worked for someone else. I'm not exactly assertive." "How about in sex?" "What sex?" "You have friends, some of them must be interested in you." "Maybe. Most of my friends are straight, as far as I know." "Then clubs? You must go out." "What kind of guys to you like?" "Me?" "Yes. Who gets you excited?" "Appearances don't matter to me. I guess you can say that sexual attraction of more situational for me." Sebastien nodded, not that he knew what that meant. "Well, I like guys who look like you. I mean you probably picked up on it, since the first thing you did was get naked before me." The tiger smiled. "Well, I have a look. You're it. Big, buff, confident. I want guys who can lift cars and wouldn't worry about people talking about it. Those guys, they don't want someone like me." "And you'd only have sex with someone who meets those criteria? Wouldn't you be willing to fuck someone just to get your rocks off?" Sebastien shrugged. "I guess I'm too picky for my own good." "Possibly. But you are wrong about men like me. The men you want, some of them could want you back, if you gave them a chance." "How am I supposed to tell? I'm not going to go to one of them and then get laughed at." The tiger watched him for a moment. "I'm going to pull out. I expect Drummond is going to wonder what you've been doing to me." Sebastien felt his ears burned. "Oh God." Then he moaned as the tiger pulled his cock out. He had a moment to wonder how he could still be hard, then he had to worry about his legs holding him up. He reached for his pants, but the tiger stopped him. The rabbit moaned as he felt a hand move between his ass cheek, then down his leg. "You're leaking," the tiger whispered. Sebastien watched him crumple a paper towel and put that in his jacket's pocket before starting to dress. Sebastien did the same. When he had he checked the time. Fuck, more than an hour had passed. How was he going to explain this to his boss? "Don't." Sebastien jerked and spun. Did he read minds too? "Don't feel bad about what you did." "I'm not." "Sebastien, I have told you. I observe people. You are hunching in on yourself. You're preparing for a fight. You have nothing to prepare for. You have done nothing wrong." "Sex isn't exactly approved in it." "I know." There was a trace of exasperation in the tiger's voice. "But we are both consenting adults. We can do whatever we want so long as neither one of us forces it on the other. As for the time we spend here, I will pay Drummond for the time it took you to make the alterations to my suit since I insisted you do them in my presence, instead of leaving them." "How about how we smell?" "What do you mean?" "Mister Orr, we both kind of reek of sex." The tiger smiled. "Do we?" "They're going to know. My boss is-" "Drummond isn't going to say anything. He's too afraid of me taking my money elsewhere." "And what about me? You think he isn't going to come down on me like a town of bricks?"' The tiger was before him, hand on both cheeks. "Breathe, Sebastien. I have no doubt Drummond will question you, but you control the answers. He cannot prove anything of what he thinks might have happened in here. All he can do is try to get you to admit to it. Make up your mind right now as to what you want them to believe happened here." "I-" "Don't hesitate, Sebastien. Know what happened. Believe in it." Sebastien took a breath. "I altered your shirt and pants." "Good. What needed altering?" "The inseam was off, that's why you were uncomfortable. Your shirt's collar was an eighth of an inch too tight. Barely enough to be noticeable, but you'd feel it." "Now, why did it take so long?" Sebastien blushed. "It's the pants. I had to go over all of them to find where the problem was. The shirt was easy when you told me how it felt like your fur was being pulled there." "Good. Believe it. Internalize it. And remember, don't volunteer the information. Everything that happened here was normal, ordinary. You wouldn't walk out and tell them what happened on an ordinary alteration, would you?" Sebastien nodded. "What about the scent? What am I supposed to say when he brings it up?" "Don't say anything. With the same conviction that everything was normal, don't acknowledge it. It's in his mind, not on you." "Frederik will-" The tiger squeezed his shoulders. "Sebastien. You want to know what power is? It's the complete conviction that you are right. That no matter what other people believe, or know, that things are otherwise. Your conviction can override their beliefs. My money, my appearance, they help, but they are not the source of my power. I believe that I am right. I believe that who I am, everything I do, is right. I believe it to the core of who I am. If you can believe that, you will see that the world will begin to alter itself to suit you." "I don't know if I can do that." "You're thirty-four, Sebastien. You can't expect to be able to take on the world this instant. Fortunately, you're only required to take on a handful of people. You can do that. Believe it." Sebastien nodded. "My boss, Frederik and whatever customers are there. I can do that. Mister Orr, will this-" "Don't think about what the future might bring. Focus on right now. Later, when you're home, you can think about what happened here, about what it means to you, and your future." "Alright." Sebastien looked at himself in the mirror, adjusted the waistcoat and tried to put his normal, low key expression, on his face. He had no idea if it was it, but he still opened the door to let the tiger out. Both his boss and Frederik's eyes snapped in their directions, while the horse paid for his purchase and left. "What took so long?" the badger asked, his tone bordering on demanding. Sebastien forced himself to shrug. "The mistake was tough to find." "I'm sorry you had to endure this," the badger told the tiger as they reached the counter. "He should have-" he paused and sniffed the air. The tiger canted and ear. "Is there a problem?" "What? No, I mean, I-" "It's alright. I insisted on staying while he made the alterations. It's a fascinating process." The badger looked from the tiger to the rabbit. "Fascinating, yeah, I have no doubt." "Charge me for how long it took. I don't mind paying, this is much more comfortable now." His boss entered an amount that Sebastien expected would be much higher than it needed to be. The tiger handed a black featureless card, and took it back, along with the receipt, which he didn't bother looking at before putting it in a pocket. "It was a pleasure watching you work, Sebastien. It was very instructional." Sebastien smiled and did his best not to blush. "It was interesting." The tiger wished the others a good day and took out a phone as he headed for the door. As soon as the door closed his boss looked at him. "Well?" "Well, what?" "Care to tell me what you've been up to?" Should he be angry? Insulted? He had no idea how he'd normally react, so he decided to just state it. "I altered his pants and shirt." "Don't give me that. You were there for almost an hour and a half." "It was difficult to find. I had to go through every inch of stitching before-" "Don't give me that. You had sex with him. I can smell it on you." Now he couldn't keep from blushing as the memory surfaced. He opened his mouth, then closed it, hoping he'd look like he was embarrassed at the suggestion instead. He sniffed his shoulder and looked at the badger quizzically. "I-I'm sorry, you're smelling what on me?" "Sex." "I-You really think I'd have sex here? It would cost me my job." "I don't think, I know. You reek of it." Sebastien sniffed his shoulder again, and yeah, as he knew he reeked, but he focused on what he 'knew' had happened. On believing that he was completely right about it. "I don't smell anything. I mean it's getting late so yeah I could use some more deodorant, but that's all." "Don't play games with me boy. If you don't tell me exactly what happened, I'm going to fire you so fast you won't know what happened." Sebastien's heart skipped a beat before speeding up, but before the desire to run could rear its head he reminded himself that nothing had happened. He believed it. It was true. He was right. "I don't know what you want me to say. That I saw him in his underwear? Of course, I did, he sat in a chair while I worked on his pants. Then I saw him shirtless. He's pretty buff, but that's all that happened." The badger huffed. "Frederik, what do you smell?" The cheetah looked at Sebastien, and the rabbit didn't look away. He was right. Nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. His version of reality was the correct one. Frederik moved closer, sniffed Sebastian and wrinkled his nose. "You need more then deodorant." Sebastien felt like running, but he stayed in place, regarding the cheetah. "Well?" The badger asked. "I don't think he took a shower this morning, that's the only thing that explains why he smell at this hour of the day." "What about the sex?" The cheetah sniffed the rabbit again. "I'm not smelling anything like that." "What? It's strong enough that you should-you're in on it, aren't you?" "On what?" Frederik's eyes went wide. "Having sex with that tiger? My wife would kill me if I put my pecker in anyone other than her, even another guy, so no way." The badger ground his teeth and glared at the rabbit. "I ought to fire you right now." "For what?" Frederik asked before Sebastien could. "You know fucking well what for." "Maybe you need to get laid, sir?" The cheetah smiled. "I mean if you're smelling sex where there isn't any, you should proba-" he shut up under the badger's glare. "I better never find out you've done this at other times. If I do, you're out of here." He turned and stormed to his office, where he slammed the door. The shop was silent for a moment. "Man, I can't believe this." Frederik slapped Sebastien on the shoulder. "Good on you, man. Fucking good on you." Sebastien almost thanked him, but reminded that nothing had happened. That was the reality. "I don't know what you're implying." The cheetah raised his hands as he backed away. "That's cool. I'm not going to ask for details, trust me. But man, it's about time you got laid. A guy like you deserves it. And him? That guy's rich. Play your cards right and you'll be set for life." Sebastien looked at the door. He didn't think there were any cards to be played. This was something the tiger was doing to him, not something they were doing together. Still, he had to wonder what it might be like to be with a man like that. With a man who had clear power, but would still let himself be ordered, even if it was only for a short period of time. Which reminded Sebastien that he did reek of sex. He headed to the bathroom to get as cleaned up as he could. Chapter 08 The air was cool that evening, there was a light breeze bringing a hint of the ocean's scents, and the moon was high and bright. If the lights of the city were to go out, there would be a field of stars looking down on him. Damian thought those matched all the prerequisite for a romantic time as he raised the phone to his ear. Across the street, he watched as in his third-floor apartment, Sebastien finished cutting the piece of fabric and picked up his phone. He answered it with a smile. "Mister Orr, I thought you'd have called sooner." "Hello Sebastien. I thought I'd give you some space, to process what happened." "You mean how you fucked me?" the tone was light, but Damian detected a slight tremor in it. The rabbit hadn't resolved all his conflicting emotions yet. "How you told me to fuck you. It was your decision." "I know. What can I do for you tonight?" "I'm wondering if you can do me a favor." Sebastien laughed. "Sure, why not? What will it be? Record myself jerking off and post it for the world to watch?" "Nothing quite that far reaching. Can you come to the window?" The rabbit stood and stepped to it, looking down at the street. He was wearing black slacks, and a white shirt, which had the top three buttons undone. "Okay, what am I looking for?" "Look up." Damian ran a hand through his chest fur and made himself get an erection. When Sebastien's gaze reached him, he reached down and stroked himself, moaning in the phone. "Holy shit! Are you? Fuck, you're naked?" The rabbit looked down along the street, but other than the occasional car, there was no one out. "Do you like it?" Damian purrs. The rabbit looked at him again, his hand going into his pants. "Would you like to join me?" "Are-are you serious? Wouldn't it be better if you came here? In my apartment?" "Where's the fun in that, Sebastien? This rooftop has fresh air, the moonlight, the breeze. I even have a blanket waiting for us to lie on top of." "I-" Sebastien looked down at the street. "Fuck yeah, I'm going to be right ov-" "There is a rule." The rabbit stopped moving. "Of course, there is," he said, sounding like he was talking to himself. "Okay, what is it?" "The only thing you are allowed to wear are a pair of socks and shoes." "You-you want me to get out of my apartment buck ass naked? You want me to get out and cross the street without anything on?" "Yes." Sebastien looked outside, down at the street and then up. Damian was still stroking himself and let out a small moan as their eyes met. "What's in it for me this time?" "The joy of having sex with me?" The rabbit cursed softly, and disconnected. He paced in his small living room, glancing up when he came close to the window. Damian continued stroking himself, and rubbed his chest, giving the rabbit a show to help with his decision. He watched as Sebastien undid a button on his shirt, then went back to pacing. He reached for his belt, stopped himself. Sat, stood, then threw his arms in the air and began pulling his clothes off. Naked, except for his socks and shoes he paused at his door, pressing an ear to it. He cracked it open and glanced in the hall. Then stepped out, closed it and disappeared down the hall. Damian stepped down from the edge of the roof and onto the thick blanket he had arranged on the hard surface. It was large enough his entire family and more could have sex on it. He had pillows arranged them behind him as he sat to wait. He was facing the fire escape and the door to the stairs going into the building. He couldn't know how Sebastien would leave his own building and make it across the street and to this one, but those were the only two ways to reach the roof, short of climbing the walls themselves, and the rabbit hadn't shown an interest in the kinds of activities that made that possible. He leaned back in the pillows and considered the rest of the week. He had a conference call in the morning with Sheikh Luwai el-Hashemi over providing water for his province. Then he had a call with General Navarro, he was hopeful he could talk the man into de-escalating the developing situation in Kenya. He made it to the middle of the following week, a meeting with his team of lobbyist to strategize over defeating the proposed lowering of the mandated insurance coverage companies have to provide to their employees, when he heard clattering coming from the fire escape. The rabbit clambered over the side and landed not too gracefully, barely managing to keep his footing. He was panting hard, but Damian was pleased to note he was at half-mast. As he'd guessed, Sebastien had a slight exhibitionist streak. The incident in the bathroom had supported the assumption, but now he knew for certain. "You're crazy." The rabbit was hands on knee catching his breath, but he was smiling. "I get that fairly often." Damian put his hands behind his head and made his cock grow erect. "We could get arrested." Sebastien straightened and his eyes to the tiger's hard cock. "No one can see us here." "And what about while I was getting here? I had to cross the street, someone probably saw me and called the police." "Were you hard?" "What?" "When you ran across the road, were you excited?" The rabbit's cock twitched and the inside of his ears turned red. "I was terrified." "But also excited?" "I don't know, I guess?" "Why did you come?" "You told me to." "Sebastien, please, I offered. You always had the option to refuse. So why did you come?" The rabbit sighed. "Because I wanted to be with you again." "And the risk of getting caught running across the road naked?" He thought for a few seconds. "It was worth it, I guess? That's crazy, isn't it?" "No, Sebastien, that is what life is about. Figuring out what risk you are willing to take to get something you want. Now, what do you want?" Sebastien looked him from head to toe, this time his eyes didn't linger on his cock, but once he was done, they did return to them. "Is it okay if I just want to snuggle?" Damian patted the space next to him. "You are starved for physical contact, it is understandable that you wish for some." "How do you know that?" "It's a problem with the whole of our society, has been one for over a century now, so it's to be expected of a young professional like you, but I also noticed it the last time we were together. How you reacted to being touched. How you craved it." Sebastien stretched next to Damian and, after a hesitation, placed a hand on the tiger's chest. Damian put his arm around the rabbit's shoulder and down his back, pulled him even closer, until their fur mingled. As if it had been a signal of permission, Sebastien relaxed and put his head on Damian's shoulder. "Do you do this often?" "Do what?" He rubbed Sebastien's back, letting his claws out only enough to glide over the flesh, thought the fur. "Find yourself a guy younger than you, get him to have sex with you in inappropriate places?" "Everywhere is appropriate for sex." "Does that mean you do it often?" "No, for one thing men your age don't often find me desirable unless they know I'm rich." Sebastien sat up. "You're shitting me, right?" Damian tilted his head. "You have got to be the most handsome man I've ever met. You're ripped, well dressed, hung, well spoken. You have to have guys lining up to get in your bed." "I do not." "Why not?" Damian smiled. "Because, of the items you listed, only two matter to most men your age, that I'm ripped and hung, both things which I keep mostly covered. The next thing they see is my lengthening ruffs, I'm actually coming into them early." "You could trim them, you could do some pretty nice things with them." "I could, but I'm not ashamed of my age. I am living a good life and if a young man judges me by them, well, it is his loss, wouldn't you say?" Sebastien smiled at looked at the tiger's cock. His own was hard and leaking into his fur. "Another reason men are not clamoring to get in my bed is that this is not a side I show to many men. I am not interested in men who take one look at me and decide they'll get something." "I definitely wanted something from you." Damian smiled. "Yes, and that was in spite of the business leader expression I wore, but more importantly, you didn't act on it. Yes, part of it was that you were afraid, but even that you didn't let show much. It was your self-restraint that attracted me, that made me want to see what exactly was under this shy exterior." "So, you're interested in me because you want to see what makes me tick." There was no disappointment in the rabbit's voice. "Only partially, and only at first. The goal of what we are doing is different now." "What is it?" "What do you want, Sebastien?" The rabbit let out a sigh that contained disappointment and annoyance. He felt Damian that changed the subject, and he wasn't sure how to answer it. "Is this all you want? For us to snuggle?" "No." There was no hesitation. "I want us to have sex, just." The pause was long. "Is this us dating? I mean...I don't know what I mean." "No, Sebastien, we are not dating. I do not date, so you can find yourself a more appropriate partner, someone more suited for your life, for your needs. Someone who will be there when you want him to be, not just when it suits him. At the very least, you should find friends you want to touch and who will want to touch you in return without putting undo pressure on you." "There's the one guy...." "At the fabric store." Sebastien didn't react with any surprise that Damian knew about him. "Yeah, he's offered to touch me." "He wants to have sex with you. That isn't the same thing since you don't like him." "If that's all I can get, should I just suck it up and say yes?" "Why do you think he is all you can get?" "Have you seen the lineup of guys at my door? Because if you have I certainly haven't." The bitterness ran deep. "Sebastien, may I make an observation you won't like?" The rabbit sighed and made circles in Damian's belly fur with a finger. "Well?" he finally asked. "You haven't given me permission." "Like you actually care." "Sebastien, respecting your wishes should show that I care. Possibly not the way you wish I did, but I do care." "Fine, go ahead, give me the bad news." "You push men you are attracted to away." Sebastien snorted. "Oh, that is so typical, just because I don't run after every guy at that makes my cock twitch, it's got to mean I shove them away." He turned and began standing. "You know what? This was a mistake, I shouldn't have-" Damian caught his hand to keep him for leaving. "I thought this was my decision?" Sebastien said, looking at the hand. "It is, but look me in the eyes, look past the hurt you feel and tell me you truly want to leave." "Of course, I don't want to leave, but what am I supposed to do when someone like you tells me I'm a looser." The rabbit's eyes were getting wet. "I didn't say that." Damian let go of him. "Will you sit back down?" Sebastien let himself fall back to a sitting position almost like agreeing with Damian was the act of defiance. "You didn't say it, but that's what you meant." Damian placed a hand on the rabbit's shoulder and gently tugged him closer. When Sebastien resisted Damian didn't insist. "No, Sebastien, if I had meant that, I would have said that. I understand why you feel this way, most men you've interacted veil what they mean behind words that have nothing to do with it. You are left having to navigate a sea of meaning without any lighthouse to guide you. I am not like them, the words I say are the words I mean." Sebastien turned so he could look at Damian. "You said I push the guys I want away. Even without hidden meaning, that pretty much means I'm a looser. Who else would do that?" "Someone who had been made to think the men he wants can't be obtained? I don't know your past-" "Really?" the tone made it clear Sebastien had trouble believing it. "I didn't look into it. I didn't want this to be too easy." "This what?" Damian smiled. "I don't know your past, but I will guess that when you were younger, before you knew better than to let other boys know you were interested in them, you approached some. They were the biggest and tallest at your school, your neighborhood. You probably didn't outright say you were attracted to them but-" Sebastien had looked away. "You were a brave child." "I was stupid." "No, you were brave. And they beat you down for it, either physically or verbally." "Both." "I am sorry Sebastien. No child should have to go through something like that." He tugged on the rabbit's shoulder, and this time Sebastien didn't resist. Damian held him against his body. "You learned that you couldn't have them. You learned that if you told them how you felt, they would hurt you. So, you do what you can not to show your interest, and it comes across as cold." "It didn't stop you." "I saw through it. I spent years training myself to read body language, to see what wasn't being said. But as I said, I was also curious as to what was underneath. Most men won't see more than you being distant and they will not push. And if one does see through it, he might not be interested." "I'm professional with everyone." "Sebastien, you were talking and laughing with that older gentleman. You were relaxed. Not quiet and withdrawn as you were with me. You are only that way with men who fit my description." Sebastien sighed. "What should I do then?" "Talking with them would be a good place to start. They are not so different than you and I. They have dreams and aspirations. Likes and dislikes. I don't mean that each and every one will reveal himself to be interested in you, but how can you know if they are when you are not even giving them the opportunity to know how wonderful of a young man you are?" "If I said what I wanted was to date you, would you?" "No. As I said, I don't date." "Why not?" "I will answer that question the next time we meet. But in other ways I will abide by what you want, even if all you want to do now is snuggle." Sebastien looked up at him. "Hey, I ran across a street naked. I didn't do that just to I could get analyzed. We're going to have sex." Damian began telling him he shouldn't force himself, but his mouth was covered by the rabbits, who kissed him forcefully. The tiger quickly got over the surprise and responded in kind. After a few second Sebastien climbed over him, lying on top and grinding. When he pulled away Sebastien was panting. "See, I told you we'd get back to it." Damian nodded, he was panting too, but in his case, it was to match the rabbit. "What do you want?" "Lube." Damian reached behind the pillow and handed him the bottle. Sebastien poured a generous amount on his hand then reached behind. He bit his lower lip as he prepared himself, then slicked Damian's cock. The tiger placed a hand on each of Sebastien's thighs but other than rub them, he didn't try to control anything. Like the previous times, he wanted him to make all the decisions. Sebastien positioned himself over the cock and lowered himself. He took his time, and his mouth opened ever wider the lower he went. Damian kept still, his own lips parted in a silent sigh of pleasure. When Sebastien finally sat on his lap, the rabbit leaned his head back and let out a moan. "Fuck I've been dreaming about this." He looked down at Damian, whose eyes were half closed. "Your ass is amazing." Sebastian chuckled. "I bet you say that to all the pretty things you fuck on roof tops." "Only those who warrant it, and technically, you are fucking yourself on my cock." "Oh hell yeah I am." Sebastien leaned forward and then back. "Fuck yeah." He did it again and Damian moaned. It wasn't an act. Damian could fake pleasure better an anyone, but he did feel it, and only faked it if the situation called for it. Sebastien didn't require any falsification. The ass moved up and down on Damian's cock, and he enjoyed it, moaning and groaning, even thrusting partially against his will. "Grab my hips," Sebastien said, and Damian obeyed. "Fuck me hard." Damian took control and thrust slow and deep. Using strength but not speed. The rabbit looked ready to protest, but the tiger changed the angle and when he pushed in, he scored a direct hit on the young man's prostate. Sebastien's protest vanished in a moan. Damian did it again and again. He held him in place while his cock moved in and out, hitting the prostate each time. Sebastien had a hand on his cock and was stoking it. His eyes were closed, and he was cursing softly. Words were inter-spaced among them. "Together," was one, "Hope," another, and "Please." Damian watched the Rabbit stroking his cock as he fucked him. He sped up his breathing, prepared himself to throw the mental switches. The rabbit's balls contracted. His ass tightened. Sebastien raised his head, mouth falling open. Damian felt the tremble start and he flicked them. As Sebastien let out a shuddering moan, Damian groaned through clenched teeth. He plunged in as he pushed the rabbit down on his cock and cum sprayed his stomach, as he filled the ass with is. Sebastien slumped, using his clean hand on Damian's chest to keep himself from toppling forward. He was panting and smiling, eyes closed. Damian's were partially open so he could watch the rabbit while giving the impression they were closed. He kept his breathing hard and fast a little longer before slowing it. "Fuck, did we come together? I didn't think that really happened. It's so hot." Damian kept panting as he spoke. "Sometimes it just happens." There had been many versions he could have used, but tying the young man to him emotionally wasn't the goal here. Sebastien looked at his cum covered hand. "Do you have anything to clean it?" Damian reached behind his head. "Wait." Sebastien had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want you to lick my hand clean." Damian smiled and took the hand in his and moved it to his mouth. Never taking his eyes off Sebastien's he ran his tongue from the distal wrist crease along the left side of the hand, up the little finger to the tip and then sucked the digit in his mouth. He moaned as he pulled it out slowly and Sebastien shivered. Damian went back to the crease and licked up, to the ring finger and sucked that one in his muzzle. He did it again with the middle finger and the index and finally the thumb. Sebastien was panting. Damian rubbed his cheek against the palm. "That-that had to be the hottest thing ever." "Hotter than us coming at the same time?" The rabbit shook his head hard enough his ears flapped left and right. "Close second thought." Sebastien leaned forward to kiss Damian, pulling off his cock. Damian let his cock get soft as they kissed. After a minute Sebastien pulled off with sound of disgust. "I'm leaking." He looked around, then at Damian. He opened his mouth, closed it. Opened it again, only to shake his head. "DO you have a cloth I can use to clean up?" Damian reached behind his head and handed him a small towel. "You're a literal boy scout, aren't you? Always prepared." "I didn't last as a boy scout." Sebastien raised an eyebrow. "You failed?" "Not quite. Let's just say that my social philosophy at that age didn't match that of the organizers and it was decided I shouldn't take part." "What did you do? Come onto one of the scoutmasters?" "I got naked in the middle of the first meeting." "You? Why?" "The dalmatian next to me had asked why there weren't any girls, and asked what was so different about them that they couldn't attend. I took off my clothed and explained it to them." "And you were how old?" "Seven." "And you knew about girls?" Damian smiled. "It may have escaped your attention, but I am quite smart. It isn't a recent development. At seven I knew a great many thing children that age normally don't know. Most of them probably not appropriate for them to know about. The internet was quite instructive." "And you came out this well-adjusted?" Damian considered his response. It didn't require seriousness, or even honesty, but he felt Sebastien needed to know this about him, so he would be prepared. "Sebastien, don't mistake the fact I can act in a manner that is considered appropriate to me being well adjusted." The rabbit eyed him, then burst out laughing. "Good one. You almost had me there." He threw the towel to the side and stretched against Damian. "Now what?" "What do you want?" Sebastien was silent. "What I want is to spend the night here, with you, but..." "If that is want you want, you shouldn't deny it." "I'm not like you. I can't just always do what I want. I need to balance what I want to do with what I need to do. There are things I need to take care of. As fun as it would be to spend the night here, probably have sex again, I need to go home, get some sleep." "Good." "What do you mean? good? Don't you want me to spend the night with you?" "This isn't about what I want. And it is good that you can balance the two. Many men can't do that." "I guess that's true." He ran a hand in the tiger's chest fur. "I want to see you again." "You will." "When?" "I don't know." "I don't get a say in that one, do I?" "I afraid not." "Why not?" "Because I too have a life, and it has requirements of me I can't escaped." "I thought you were the guy in charge." "I am, but that just means I have more to do, more commitments to more people." "Other guys to have sex with?" Damian canted his head to the side, giving the impression he was thinking it over. "Only one other man." "So I'm not your steady?" "I told you, Sebastien, I don't date." "You could give it a try, you never know." "I already did." "How did it end?" "Not well." "Oh." "This is not the entirety of the reasons, Sebastien, but I am a man dedicated to my work. It is not something that makes building a relationship with another man easy. No man wants to come second, especially not to his partner's work. I don't intend on putting anyone in that position." "What if I didn't mind it?" Damian sat and crossed his legs. "Then you would be doing yourself a disservice. You, like everyone out there, deserves to be happy. You deserve to be with a man who will want to be with you for the entirety of who you are." "I don't think that happens. As far as I can tell most people settle for what they can get." "And look at the world that created. Two of my brothers have a family, and they are with someone that suits them perfectly. They didn't settle, they found the person who wanted them for everything they are. You can too." "Thanks." "For what?" "For being honest, I guess. Everywhere I look I get people who settle or messages that the perfect life is out there. You told me more or less the same thing, but you don't make it sound like it's a fairytale, where my prince charming will kiss me and it's all going to be fine. You're saying a good part of it is on myself." "It is." Sebastien nodded and stood, wobbling a little. "I'll wait for our next meeting then, and I'll try to talk to some hot guys in the meantime." Damian watched him climb over the ledge and disappear down the fire escape and got dressed. Now he knew where things were going, he knew what Sebastien was capable of. Only a few more things to resolve and he'd reach the end game. Chapter 09 The coffee shop wasn't one of the popular chains. It was why Ethan loved coming here. Sebastien liked it too, but he didn't think he would have ever noticed it on his own. It was squeezed between an electronic store and a real estate office on a quiet street just outside downtown, a few blocks from Ethan's office. Sebastien smiled at something Cynthia said, she was a mother of three who wrote romance novels for extra income. At the table with him her, him and Ethan were Martin and Sophie, the last unoccupied chair was for Julie, who hadn't arrived yet. "I might make it out of the mail room, finally," Martin said. He'd forgo the university learning for being a starving artist, and when, after six years of it he was still starving, he'd decided to take what he'd learned and get a job at an advertising firm. Art hadn't translated into an instant position, and he'd been in the mailroom of one of the smaller firms for three years now. No one commented on how he should have stuck with school, but they'd all thought it. Even Cynthia, who'd had to drop her English degree when she'd given birth to her first son. Fortunately for her, she was married to a successful car salesman, who brought in enough to cover the essentials and a few extras. Unlike what the movies portrayed, selling cars wasn't a way to get rich. Ethan looked over Sebastian's shoulder and put his cup down. He let out a low whistle and the rabbit looked over his shoulder. Julie was walking toward them in a seafoam green dress, with darker blue shoulder straps and trim. She spun in place and beamed. "I love it. You really outdid yourself, Sebby." Sebastien smiled. "I'm glad you do." She smoothed the fabric as she sat down and a server came to take her order. The main reason Ethan love this place was that they didn't bother with having the customer stand at the counter. Servers came to you. "Any chance I can get you to make one for my wife?" Ethan asked. "You know the deal, you pay for the material and I'll do the work. Although I'd have to meet your wife to take her measurements." "If she exists," Martin commented. "I still have my doubt Ethan ever got married. He liked playing the field too much." "I was seventeen, Martin. I settled down in the ten years since." "Then how come we haven't met the ever-elusive Misses Platton?" "Because she's busy, and she can't stand you." "Right, because she knows me." Ethan hid his smile behind his cup and Martin straightened. "Wait, are you saying I know her too? Did she go to school with us?" Ethan looked to Sebastien. "So how much fabric would I need?" The rabbit chuckled at Martin's hurt expression. The beagle had been needling the fox for three years now about his wife and this was the first time a clue had been dropped. After Ethan gave him her height and approximate weight, he didn't know exactly how she weights and no he wasn't going to ask, he liked sleeping in the same bed as her, Sebastien gave him a rough estimate on how much fabric he'd need. "You need to start charging us for the work," Julie said. "You're my friends, it wouldn't feel right." "Sebby, you are too good to just give your talent away like this. We can afford it." "Well, most of us can," Ethan grinned, looking at the beagle. "Har har, very funny. I'll have you know I tried to pay for the suit. Sebastien outright refused." "You refused money?" Cynthia eyed him. "What is wrong with you?" "I don't need it so bad-" "It isn't about needing it, Seb, you did the work, if someone offers to pay you take it." "It's just something I do on the side, I have a job for money." "Sometimes, Sebastien," Sophie began. "You really annoy me." She was an investment banker, and while money wasn't what drove her into that career, it had been a factor. "You never, ever, give away something for free, especially not when you're so talented at it." "I'm not-" "You are," Ethan added. "You've made clothing for each of us, and I happen to know you made some for a few people you barely know. I expect you didn't charge them either. Why aren't you taking our money? Wouldn't that help with your mom's medical bills?" "Those are covered," Sebastien said. "Then you could put the money aside, invest it in case something happens. I doubt the shop you work at has such great medical coverage." Sophie eyed him over her cup. Sebastien felt his ears burn. He wished they understood he didn't want their money. He was just happy to see them enjoy the suits and dresses he made. "Look, can we talk about something else?" And with that, the conversation shifted to other topics. At least his friends were good about that. They didn't push when he said he had enough. Twenty minutes later, they'd gone over Cynthia's latest novel ideas, how certain Martin's promotion was, Sophie's unbearable coworkers and Even Ethan hadn't escaped their questions, Martin still trying to ascertain who his wife was, when Sebastien's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and put it away. Five minutes later he excused himself and headed for the bathroom. The message had been from Mister Orr. 'Bathroom, second stall from the back,' was all it had said. It had been a full week since he'd heard from him, and while he did have the tiger's number, Sebastien felt uncomfortable initiating contact with him. The bathroom was large and clean. There were five stalls, five urinals and five sinks, one of which was occupied by a tiger washing his hands. The rabbit hesitated and went to the sinks. The tiger was good looking in his jeans and leather jacket. The jeans fit him perfectly, but the jacket hung a little loose at the shoulder, making it at an off the rack purchase. In the mirror Sebastian saw he wore a white button-up shirt, and that he was muscular. The rabbit thoroughly soaped his hands, trying to decide what to do. He should go to the stall. He could find out what he needed to do this time and then wait for the tiger to leave, but... he discretely eyes the tiger's reflection. "This is a nice place, isn't it?" he said. The tiger paused in combing his muzzle fur. "Excuse me?" Sebastien's ears burned. Just how lame could he be? This wasn't a bar, or a club, people didn't come here to be chatted up by strangers, especially not in the bathroom. He shook his head and rinsed his hands. In his peripheral vision he could see the tiger, still looking at him. He dried his hands and went to the stall. The envelope was tucked against the wall of the stall and the brick wall of the building. He took the card out of it. 'Do what he says.' Do what who said? And where was the money? Every time before this, Mister Orr had included three hundred dollars with his instructions. Was he expected to do this for free? And who would say what? He was alone here. He turned and clamped his hand over his muzzle to avoid screaming out. The tiger was standing in the stall's doorway, holding three hundred-dollar bills between two fingers. He was smiling crookedly. Sebastien backed up a step and he felt the toilet press against his leg. This wasn't what he'd expected. The cards had always involved solitary acts before. The tiger didn't say anything, he just looked at him, holding the money. Right, until he took the money, he hadn't agreed to this. Did he want to? Did he want to do whatever this buff, good-looking, and-Sebastien checked the tiger's basket-clearly well-hung man wanted? He might ask for some really crazy stuff. He snatched the money out of the tiger's fingers and stuffed it in a pocket. It had been a week since he'd gotten laid. The tiger wasn't Mister Orr, but Sebastian could pretend. The tiger stepped in and closed the door, latched it. "I'm-"Sebastien began, but the tiger placed a finger on his lips to silence him. He nodded to the card the rabbit still held. "You do what I say, right?" Sebastien nodded. "Good, no talking. Take off your clothes." The tiger leaned against the door while the rabbit took off his jacket, vest and shirt. The tiger nodded in appreciation. There was no leer in his eyes. He was enjoying watching Sebastien undress, but the rabbit had the sense he didn't think any less of him for being in the position of taking direction. Sebastien paused after folding his shirt and placing it over the jacket and vest on the toilet's tank. The bathroom door opened. The tiger motioned for him to keep going, and Sebastien was extremely conscious of the man taking a leak while he undid his laces and took off his shoes. The man was washing his hands as the rabbit undid his belt and took off his pants. The door closed as he pulled down his underwear and stood fully exposed before the tiger. "You're very good looking." The tiger spoke in a normal tone and Sebastien winced, the words echoed in the stall. The tiger stepped closer and the motion made his jacket open wider. Something flashed at his belt and Sebastien's eyes went wide as he realized it was a badge. This guy was a police officer. The tiger followed his gaze. "Don't worry, you're not going to get in trouble over this." He ran a hand through Sebastien's chest fur. "Why don't you undo my pants? Take out my cock." Sebastien hesitated. He felt his ear burning. Could he do this? Should he? He'd taken the money, tactilely agreed to this, but-the door opened and closed, making him wince and somehow prodding him to action. Up close the tiger smells of cloves and something else, something oily, but nice. His hands were shaking as he grasped the belt's clasp. He worried that he was doing this wrong. He looked up to ask, but closed his mouth before words came out. Right, no talking. Still the tiger was looking at him without any sign of impatience. The person in the restroom washed his hands, used the air dryer and left. "You know," the tiger said once the door closed. "If you're not comfortable with this, just give me back the money and we'll act like you weren't interested from the start." Sebastien shook his head, then rested it against the tiger's chest. He felt strong muscles under the shirt. He had a sense that this wasn't part of what the tiger had been hired for. That the offer was something he was offering for himself, not as part of instructions Mister Orr had given him. Sebastien felt comforted by that, by the idea the tiger knew he wasn't entirely comfortable with this and willing to end it. But he'd agreed and he would carry through. He wanted to. He wanted to have sex with this muscular, handsome, considerate tiger, and he did feel some excitement, under all the fear, as doing here in and almost public setting. He took a breath and undid the belt. Before he could question what he was doing he popped the jean's button and lowered the zipper. He reached in and immediately felt a hot, hard shaft. The tiger wasn't wearing any underwear. Sebastien had trouble breathing. When was the last time he'd held a cock? Mister Orr, and before him, it had been years. The tiger rumbled in pleasure and Sebastien worked the cock out. It proved more difficult than he expected. One of the reasons he, himself, didn't like jeans were because they were so tight, and it made the erection difficult to take out. By the moans and sighs the tiger didn't seem to mind the work. When it was finally out Sebastien's hand was covered with precum. He looked at his glistening palm, then the cock, shiny and slick looking. "You like what you see?" Sebastien nodded. He stroked it with a hand, and reached into the jeans with the other to pull the tiger's balls out. He felt they matched the cock, both were a little larger than Mister Orr's. "You have friends here, right?" Sebastien looked up, worried. "Don't worry, it's not that. I'm checking to figure out how much time we have. If they're expecting you back, I can't stretch this out." Sebastien realized the idea of rushing through this disappointed him, but he was right. The others would wonder, and if they came looking for him.... "Turn around." Sebastien did as he was told, waiting until the last moment to let go of the cock. The tiger pressed against his back and wrapped an arm around the rabbit's chest, his hand rubbing through the fur. Sebastien yelped as he felt something slick between his ass cheeks and then pressing against his hole. It wasn't the tiger's cock, he could still feel that grinding against one of his cheeks. He gasped as he felt the finger enter him and bit his lower lip to keep from making any other sounds. "You like that?" the tiger whispered. Sebastien nodded. "Then let me hear it. No words, just sounds." Sebastien looked over his shoulder in worry, but all he saw was the tiger's leather jacket. Leather oil, that was what the other smell was. The finger thrust in and one and Sebastien bit his lip harder. "Come on," the tiger said, "you do want me to know I'm doing this right, don't you?" But what if someone came in? Sebastien wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut. The finger pulled out and he through the cock might go in, but no it came back, slicker. The tiger finger fucked him for a few seconds and, on the last thrust in, hit something that had Sebastien moan out loud against his will. "There," the tiger breathed. "Now that's a beautiful sound." He thrust his finger in again and Sebastien moaned. "I think you're ready now." He pulled the finger out, moved behind the rabbit. Sebastien was trembling in anticipation. He moaned as he felt the cock slide between his cheeks, then whined as the tip rested against his hole. "You want this?" Sebastien nodded. The pressure increased then lowered. The cock thrust between his cheeks a few times before pressing against his whole again. Sebastien pushed his ass back and he gasped as he felt himself being stretched. "Eager, aren't you?" Sebastien nodded vigorously. "Then I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting." The tiger pushed, and Sebastien let out a low and loud moan as the cock entered him, stretched him. He hadn't meant to, it just came and he couldn't stop it. The arm holding him lowered to his waist and kept him in place as the tiger began thrusting. His other hand, the slick one wrapped around Sebastien's cock and stroked him. He let out a cry of pleasure then clamped his mouth shut as he heard the door open. The tiger's hand was off his waist and over his muzzle. "Keep going." He said. "Did you hear that?" a man said. The tiger couldn't be serious, he wanted to keep going while-he gasped as the tiger thrust more forcefully into him. "What?" Sebastien couldn't keep from moaning as the cock moved inside him, and all that kept the sound from leaving his mouth was the hand clamped over it. "As we entered, it sounded like a girl's pleasure scream." Sebastien did not sound like a girl. His screams were very manly. The tiger slowed his thrusting and Sebastien was able to catch his breath. "Really?" the two men were taking a leak. "A girl, in the man's bathroom. You must need to get laid if you're heard that. It was probably just the door's hinges that need oiling." Sebastien placed his hands against the wall to hold himself. The tiger was nibbling on the back of his neck as he slowly fucked him. And two men just outside the stall had a conversation about the kind of girls was the loudest. Sebastien should be turned off by having an audience, but his cock was rock hard in the tiger's hand. Any loud sounds could have them exposed, but that only made this experience more exciting. Like when he'd realized the stall door in the mall had come open while he was jerking off, but more so. Sebastien's moaning grew louder against the tiger's hand as the men washed their hands. And the tiger shushed him quietly, but he didn't stop fucking him or stroking his cock. Sebastien was certain that at any moment the men would hear him and come investigate. Sebastien's breathing became shallow, he felt his balls contract. He whined against the hand, this couldn't be happening now. Not with those men outside. He had to hold it back, but the tiger wouldn't stop moving, thrusting, stroking. Sebastien was seeing stars, He thought he heard the door close and the tiger's hand came off his mouth just as the rabbit's orgasm burst through. He tensed and let out a high pitch scream as he shot cum. The tiger growled in his ear and fucked him harder. He smelled the cum covered hand before his muzzle and licked it. The tiger growled again, and bit the back of his neck as he buried his cock deep enough to make Sebastien yelp. The tiger stayed like that, his cock pulsing inside him. The door opened and closed, but Sebastien didn't care. Right now, his own father could walk in on them and he wouldn't care. He felt too tired, amazing, but tired. The man took a leak and left. He hadn't washed his hands, Sebastien noted. The tiger was panting in his ear. "Fuck, this was great. I wish we could stay here longer, but your friends...." Sebastien didn't care about his friends. They could go on enjoying their coffees all night, so long as he could continue having this tiger. Or rather that this tiger kept doing him. He whined loudly when the tiger pulled out. His cock still felt hard. It was still hard Sebastien saw once he turned. The tiger had a pack of descenting wipes in his hand and was rubbing around his cock with one. He threw it in the toilet and took another one out. Sebastien opened his mouth, but the tiger had the back against it. "Sorry, but this isn't over until I've left, so no talking still." Sebastian had only wanted to thank him for the experience and ask if they could do it again, but he remained silent. The tiger knelt and cleaned Sebastien's cock and ass. When he was done his cock was soft and he put it away, zipping himself up. He looked at Sebastien and looked about to turn, but instead leaned in. "You're one hot bunny," he whispered in his ear. "And to be clear, I wasn't instructed to say that." The tiger smiled at him and left the stall. Sebastien quickly dressed, then washed his hands. The tiger was at the counter, placing an order. Sebastien wanted to go to him, talk to him at least get his name, but he had to respect the rules, even the unsaid ones. This hadn't been a hookup, it had been one of Mister Orr's games. "There you are," Ethan said. "We were about to call search and rescue to go look for you." Nothing happened, Sebastien told himself, but that felt wrong. Something had happened, it just wasn't any of their business. "Are you okay?" Julie asked. "You were there for quite a while." He gave them what he hoped was an enigmatic smile. "I'm fine, and it wasn't anything bad, just something that had to be taken care of." As he left the tiger walked by their table and happened to look in his direction. Sebastien smiled at him broadly enough Cynthia turned around, but by then all she could see was the tiger's back.
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    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.
  4. 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.
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    Chapter 27 Denton woke up at the knock on the door. The first thing he noticed was the Stefan wasn't in the bed. Wow, he had to have ninja skills to move without waking him, Denton thought. He glanced at the clock, ten am. "Or I was dead tired." "Phone, for you," Martin said, from the doorway. Denton did a double take when he saw he was dressed. "It's the guy we have keeping an eye on the coffee shop." He handed the phone to him. "Denton here." "Hey, it's Geoffry. The dame I was told to look for's at the shop. She's wearing a green scarf, like I was told. Man is that thing ugly. The scarf, not the dame." "How long has she been there?" "A few minutes. She just sat down to drink." "Okay, thanks." Denton handed the phone back to Martin, and headed for his room. "He wants to know if he should stay." Denton almost said no, then thought better. "Have him stay until you call back. Shouldn't be more than a few minutes. I'm going to try to get her to leave the info there." there was a gym bag by the bed. It was his bag. "Oh, yeah. Dad sent someone to your place to get you more clothes while we were in San Francisco." "Tell him thanks for me. By the way, where's Stefan?" "He went to work?" "Work?" Denton unclipped his phone. "Yeah, we don't just live off our riches. we have to work to keep them. A few of us arranged to be off so you wouldn't be abandoned in the middle of all this." "Thanks." He dialed Alices' number. "Hello Brislow," she said. "Hi Alice. Why is it that everyone keeps saying the scarf is ugly?" "Because it is," he could hear the amusement in her voice. "It can't be. I'm gay, I know fashion." "Nope. Sorry, Dent, but no, you don't. When the fashion fairy was flying by granting all the little gay boys the ability to know what to wear, he passed you by. The only reason you haven't been arrested by the fashion police yet, and thrown in jail, is that your closet consists of jeans, shirts, and a couple of sport jacket. You have probably the safest closet in the world." Denton sighed. "In that case, I'm sorry I bought it for you, and that you've had to wear it on my account." "Does that mean I can finally burn the thing?" she chuckled. "Yes, go ahead, light a bonfire with it." He paused and looked at the ceiling. "Is there any way I can convince you to leave the information on the table?" "Not going to happen. We had an agreement. You want to see the results, we meet." He looked at Martin and shook his head. "Alright. you remember that first year we were partners? that night owl with a backpack full of blue wave we had to chase through the warehouse?" "I could I forget. the idiot tried to crawl through a hole in the wall and ripped the pack as well as some of the bags in it. he was doused on so much of the stuff I was afraid he'd OD before the ambulance got there." "Okay, I'll be there, near that spot in three hours." "You know, you could just have given me the address." "No, sorry, I can't take that chance." Could Damian know about her? could he spy on her, or could that body thief get to her?" "Damn it Brislow, what's going on?" "I can't tell you, I'm sorry." "Brislow," She warned. "Alice, I'm sorry, I'll see you in three hours. Please, come alone" He hung up. "Doesn't sound like she's happy." "If Damian doesn't kill me by the time this is over, she will." "How far is that warehouse?" "It's across town." He took a note pad and pen from the side table and wrote the address down. Martin looked at it as Denton handed it to him. "You're giving this to me why?" "Because I know you're not going to let me go alone, and I don't feel like arguing." He paused. "And I want backup. So whoever's here is it." "I'll have them get ready." Denton was alone in the room. He knew Alice wasn't going to let him leave that meeting without answers. He hoped he was going to be able to come up with some before he got there. He pulled out the clothes from the bag, three pairs of jeans, a dozen shirts, most white, a couple blue and one black. another pair of running shoes. He stopped when he came across his badge and piece. It was the standard police issue Mareta stunner with a bullet cartridge. He took out the battery pack, made sure it was charged, and the contacts were clean before putting it back in. Then he took out the cartridge. the five bullets were in it. He put it back in, then put that on the side table. He put the badge there too. While he dressed he kept looking at both. Technically, he was currently dead, so he couldn't legally carry the gun. If he took out the bullet cartridge he could probably avoid jail time, but the weight would be off on it. And the badge... the trouble he could get in if he got caught with that. Fuck it, he thought. He clipped the gun to his belt on his back. He was still a cop. Maximilian had said once this was resolved they'd fix it so he was legally alive again. He was about to clip his badge to his belt, but stopped. Okay, flashing that too much was going to attract trouble. he put it in his jacket's pocket. He put on the shielding armband and powered it up before put the jacket on. * * * * * Denton had been pacing for ten minutes when Alice arrived. He'd been about to call her, but Martin sent a text letting him know she was here, and alone. He breathed a little easier. He didn't know what he would have done if she's brought backup. Martin, Bruce and Fred were parked in an alley further down, with a view to the road in. "Brislow," She said, when she came into view. "Alice." "You're really enjoying this, aren't you? this cloak and dagger stuff?" He snorted. "No, I'm not. Trust me, I want nothing more than to get back to my life." He indicated the file. She hesitated a moment before handing it to him. He flipped through it. The DNA hadn't had any matches in the database, but it showed it was form a rottweiler, and male. There was more information, but he skipped that. The print had had a match, to a Dexter Harris. The picture showed a young rottweiler. His file was thin, the only crime was a case of possession when he was twenty two. The address put him near the bricks. "Nothing else?" He asked. "From DNA and prints? what were you expecting?" "Hoping really. Look, thanks, this is going to help." He turned to leave. "Not so fast Brislow." He'd been hoping, praying she would let him leave. With a sigh he faced her. "What's going on?" "I told you, the killer's after me, I need to find him." "Bullshit. I checked the report from the fire at your folks place. It was accidental, electrical. No one tried to kill you, or your family." That surprised Denton. He hadn't expected Damian to bother trying to camouflage the source of the fire. Or had that been Maximilian, making sure nothing looked suspicious? he'd have to ask. "Look, it might have looked accidental, but trust me, it wasn't." She eyed him suspiciously. "Alright, fine. if someone's after you, tell me why. More than 'you found out about him' this time." "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Try me." "No, damn it, you don't get it. It's happening to me and I'm still having trouble accepting it." He stopped before he said anything more, he might spill everything if he kept talking. "Look, I don't want to lie to you, you've been my partner for six year. I need you to trust me when I tell you that the world is a hell of a lot complicated when we ever thought." "What are you talking about?" He sighed. "Let's just say there are things out there that..." He stopped talking as he saw the look of disbelief she gave him. "What?" "No. Absolufucking not! Don't you fucking tell me you're one of them!" "What are you talking about?" her face was hard, her fist clenched. Instead of saying anything she reached inside her shirt and pulled out the crucifix she wore. Denton looked at her, not understanding. He'd see it often enough, in the locker room, when he went swimming at her and Jack's place. He shook his head, then a couple of thoughts jumped. a cross, a crucifix, catholic, the... "Your Church." he stared at her for a moment, then laughed. "You're Church. Fuck, this is going to make things so fucking easy. I can tell..." She drew her gun on him, and flipped the switch to bullets. He raised his hands in reflex. "Alice, calm down, I can explain everything now. I didn't realize you were Church." "Who, are, you, with," she asked through gritted teeth. Denton had a moment of hesitation, before he remembered what they called themselves. "The Society." She lowered the gun in shock. He started to lower his hands, but she raised it again. "How could I have been so fucking stupid. All that sex. You told me you had hyperphilia!" "That's what I..." "Don't lie to me! Six years! six years we were partners! Oh, you and your fucking buddies must have been laughing so hard at how you managed to slipped one in, not just in the police, but under my fucking nose." Her eyes were rearing up. "Alice, look, I don't know what you think happened. I never lied to you. I didn't know." "How could you do that to me! I thought we were friends." "Alice, I am your friend, I'm your partner." he took a step forward. "Don't you fucking move, pervert." He stopped, surprised at the accusation. "Oh, that surprised you, didn't it? we'll, we know everything about you, about how you fuck kids, how you seduce guys in to letting you fuck them, all in the name of some old make believe god." Denton had no idea what had happened to his partner, but he was sure that staying here was asking for trouble. He took a step back. "Alice, I'm going to leave now." "Don't you fucking move Brislow." He took another step back. "I'll call you when you've had a chance to calm down. Right now I'm really afraid you're going to shoot me." Another step. "I'm doing to get you, do you hear me Brislow. You and your monster buddies aren't going to get to abuse anyone else anymore. I'm doing to bring the lot of you down, do you hear me!" Denton turned and ran, he didn't care if she was going to shoot while he ran, he was more afraid she'd shoot him where he stood. What the fuck had just happened? As soon as he was out of the warehouse, Martin pulled the car out of the alley. Denton threw himself in before he'd come to a full stop. "Drive!" Martin didn't question him, he drove. "You got what you wanted?" Fred asked, pointed to the file he was still holding. Denton looked at it, then over his shoulder. "I guess, but I think I just made things a hell of a lot worse for us too." "What happened?" Martin asked. "Alice, turns out she's Church. I didn't know. I mean I knew she was catholic, but while I was trying to give her just enough so she wouldn't push too much, so worked things out. I had to tell her I was with the Society." Bruce cursed in what Denton thought had to be Arabic. "Is she going to be a problem?" "Well, said she was going to bring all of us down. so yeah, she's going to be."
  8. Kindar

    Chapter 18

    "Okay, let me get this straight." Denton looked at the men he'd started thinking of as Martin's gang, plus his father. "You took all the evidence away from the police, and you have no way to process it?" They were in the living room and Bruce had been the last one to arrive from his work, at the bank. Denton had gone over some of his thoughts on how they should handle emergencies over the rest of the afternoon, and had started quizzing Maximilian as they moved to the living room, on how they ran their own investigations. In short, they didn't. "I don't believe that," Denton laughed. "You guy are actually planning on praying for answers." "Of course not," Martin said, offended. "Then what are you going to do with the DNA that was collected at the Lewiston's house? The finger prints? You just told me you don't have a lab to run that." "There's a bunch of private lab offering to do DNA typing." Bruce offered, he'd just chucked his clothes and sat next to Colby. "And how are you going to get it matched against the DNA in any of the criminal database?" That stumped them. Denton looked at Maximilian. "What did you do when my family was murdered?" "We, ahhhh... you have to understand, a few month after the fire, there weren't any Stenton left alive, and the guy killing them just vanished." "So you knew who it was?" "No, but there wasn't any other death, we checked with all the families." Denton leaned back in his seat and sighed. "So you just counted your blessings. I can't believe this. Okay, where are the investigation files. I'm guessing you took them from the police back then too." "Alistair did. He was the one in charge of dealing with the law. I don't know what he did with it." "Wait, Alistair Lewiston was in charge of the police? What was your job?" "Finances," Martin answered. "We Manage our and the Lewiston fortune," Maximilian added. "So, you don't normally pass yourself off as the FBI and steal police files?" "Sure we do," Colby said. "Most of the Lewistons live outside the city, so when he needed someone to get files, we'd go for him." "But you didn't make those decisions." "No, Stuart was in charge of that," Maximilian replied. Stuart was Alistair's son, if Denton remembered the file correctly. "So, basically, you have no idea how to go about this." Blank and embarrassed stare met his. Maximilian was the only neutral one. "Alright. the first thing you need to do is give the files back to the police." "We can't do that," Martin stated. "If they look too deep, they might figure things out they have no business knowing." "Not to say what the church might do with that information," Fred added. "Look, we need it to be processed. Forget about him being after me, you have all the Lewistons in danger. We have to stop him, and for that we need to know what the evidence says." "We can find some specialists," Martin offered. "Basically setup our own forensic lab." "How long will that take?" Denton asked. "We're running against the clock, someone else might die before it's up and running and then you have to think of the processing time. This isn't TV. Even today were looking at a minimum of two days to get results from a DNA search, and one for finger prints. The police are equipped, and that's what they get paid for." "No, I have to agree with my son. We can't risk what the police might uncover if they dig too deep." Denton threw himself off the couch with a growl and started pacing. People and they damn secrets. this was how things got from bad to worse. "Alright. We don't give the police the evidence. All we give up is the finger prints and DNA. that should give us a starting point. You can start your damn forensic labs in the meantime." "No." Denton glared at Maximilian. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. People are going to die. Haven't I repeated that often enough?" "We can't have anything relating to the Society just floating around, even something like fingerprints. It's too dangerous for us. The church isn't actively hunting us anymore, but there's no telling what they would do given the chance." "Fine! one person. We give it to my partner. She'll get it processed on the down low, and give me the results back." "I don't think that's a good idea," Frank said. "She's a cop." "Oh, for fuck's sake, so am I." "That's different," the lion said, "you're one of us." "Fine, then let me get back to work and I can take care of this." "No. we can't put your life in danger," Martin stated. "Come on, I'm a cop. putting my life in danger is what I do." "If you weren't the last Stenton, I might consider it. as it is, no." Denton turn to Maximilian, who'd remain quiet through all this. "You're the boss, why aren't you saying anything?" The cougar leaned back, looking like he was at a sports game, except for being naked. And it hit Denton that everyone was naked, but there wasn't anything sexual in the air. The closest were the lions, with Fred leaning on their couch, head resting on his brother's lap, but all Denton read from them was affection. If everyone was dressed the atmosphere would be exactly the same. "Because it's good experience for Martin, for when he's an Elder" Denton groaned. "But," Maximilian continued, "I'm going to intervene here. The states are too high. Sorry son." "S'okay dad. I'm out of my depth." "There's nothing wrong with asking for help, Martin, remember that. And remember to listen to what's being said." Maximilian leaned forward. "Dent's right, too many lives are at stakes, but you're also right, we have to be careful. Denton, how certain are you that you can trust her?" "She's been my partner for six years. If I ask her to keep this to herself, she will." Maximilian nodded. "Alright. What do you think we should give her access to?" "Ideally? everything. But if you want to avoid having the information spread around, we need to stick to the minimum. That's the DNA and finger prints. From what we saw at the crime scene, the killer isn't a pro, so he's going to have left something." "How are you going to explain that you're not dead?" Fred asked. Denton sat back down, exhausted. "I'll figure out something." He realized something. "Actually if you'll let me call someone else, I can make it pretty solid sounding. I know someone at the local office of the FBI. He'll cover for me without too many questions." Martin shook his head. "We can't risk that. I'm sorry Dent, but I'm already not happy about involving someone outside the Society. I get we have to, but I don't like it. Two, both of them in law enforcement is asking for too many complication." Denton didn't look at Maximilian for support, he'd intervened once already, this was Martin's show. And he was right. As much as he trusted Zee to have his back, he'd almost certainly try to find out what was going on. "Okay, Just Alice." He looked around for a clock, six thirty. "If she didn't get a call, she should just be finishing dinner. I'm going to go call her." "I'll prep food," Colby offered, standing up. Denton went to his room and unclipped his phone. He had a chuckle as he realized he hadn't worn anything in almost five days now. He dialed her cell. "Cooper," She answered on the first ring. "Alice, it's Denton." There was a very long silence. "Alice?" "Who's this?" her tone was frosty. She hadn't had enough time to get on her home line to ask for a trace, so he didn't have to rush too much. "I told you. It's Denton." "Listen to me vermin. I don't know where you found that phone, but I swear to you, if you don't turn it in before morning I will hunt you down and make your life miserable." "Wow, Cooper, I knew you cared, but isn't that a little extreme. Won't Jack be jealous." "Alright, this isn't funny. you better tell me who you are before I get a trace going." Denton sighed loudly. "Fine, how about I talk about the fact that you don't know what dried cum smells like, which I have a hard time believing. I mean, I know you're both rabbits, but you're a cop, there's absolutely no way Jack doesn't have to resort to jerking off every so often." Another long silence. "Brislow?" "Yes, Alice. It's me." "Oh my God! Where are you? what happened? everyone thinks you burned in the fire." "I know. I'm sorry about that, but I used that to go into hiding." "Dent, what happened?" He took a breath and ordered his mind. He had to be careful, Alice was a good investigator. "The captain told me to stop looking into the Lewiston murders, but I didn't." "I figured out as much when you kept going your own way." "Sorry. I stumbled over something, and I'm pretty sure the murderer's after me now." "What? you have to come in, you can't stay out in the cold." "No, I can't. Right now the killer thinks I'm dead. If I resurface he's going to come after me again. He was willing to kill my folks to get to me, I'm not putting anyone else in danger." "Damn it Brislow, You're not a Movie hero. That isn't how this work and you know it. You come in and we'll protect you." Denton couldn't help laughing. "Alice. you know as well as I do that the 'protection' would consist of stashing me in a motel somewhere, putting a few guys on me, with my luck it'd be Reilly and Flint, and hoping no one found out. We're stretch thin as is it. The safest thing for everyone is for me to stay hidden until I figure things out." "Fine," she sighed. "At least tell me what you found, I can pass it along to the Feds." "That's part of the problem. I think the killer has a contact at the FBI." "Why do you think that?" she asked, guardedly. "Because he came after me after I got my hands on the DNA and finger prints from the house." She gasped. "How did you get that?" "You ... don't want to know." "Damn it, Brislow, you're a cop. You can't go breaking into the federal building and stealing evidence." "It isn't like they were doing anything with it," slipped out of his mouth, and cursed himself silently. "What do you mean they weren't doing anything with it? Aren't they investigating the murder?" Great, think fast Denton. "They've probably processed that right now. All I know was the box was in their evidence locker." "What aren't you telling me?" "Alice, I need you to trust me. I can't tell you more." She cursed. "Alright, but I better damn get answers at some point." "You will, I promise." I'll even try to make them true answers. "Alright, what do you need?" He paused for a moment, he hadn't considered how he was going to get the evidence to her. "I'm going to arrange to get the prints and DNA to you in the morning. I need you to have it processed without anyone finding out." "I can do that, but it'll take a few days. Forensics have been swamped." "Okay, I'll call you in a few days, if it's ready I'll arrange to get it picked up." "No." "Alice." "Absolutely not." "Damn it Alice." "Look I believe you are who you say you are, but I want to make sure you're okay and in one piece, because I want to be the one to tear you a new one. So here's how it's going to go. When I have the results, I'm going to grab a coffee at Alonzo's on fifth. I'm going to be wearing that horrible scarf you gave me for my birthday. Since you're going to have the prints delivered to me, I'm guessing you have a way to have the place watched. While I'm sitting there, you're going to call me. You're going to set the meeting place, and I'm going to hand over the evidence there." "Alice, I don't have the time for spy games." "This isn't negotiable, Brislow. If you don't call while I'm at Alonzo's, you can kiss the result goodbye. Then I'm going to find you, and that new one will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?" "I do." "Good." She was silent. "Damn it, Dent, what have you got yourself mixed up in?" "I'm still figuring that out, Alice." "You be careful, hear me? I don't want to lose my partner for real this time." "I'll do my damnedest best. I swear." he hung up.
  9. Skyeder

    bunny pose

    From the album: Art work NSFW and SFW

  10. Forge

    Proposition

    From the album: Finished Pics

    Panthermin being propositioned by a rabbitmin. You can get my new high res comic pages and other fffffffilthy art at www.patreon.com/zeforge
  11. Kalenidus

    002 - (Fanart) Roommates!

    From the album: Kalenidus' Artwork

    I'll be doing quite a bit of fanart as I get the chance!I've always been a big fan of spelunkersal and his delightful and steamy comic Roommates. Here we have the two main characters, Gian and Bowser Jr, getting up to no good with a certain Sal bun. ;)

    © Copyright for the art belongs to Kalenidus. Individual characters belong and are copyright to their respective owners.

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