The bespectacled grey tabby cat bounced lightly on his heels, holding on to the pole as the bus neared his stop. Well, it wasn’t really his stop. It was his boyfriend’s usual stop on the way to work. Even though it took him out of the way of his own workplace – a laid back tech startup in the historical district – Jake would still ride with Red, the cat and mouse sharing a smooch just before Red hopped off to work. He always looked adorable in his slightly-too-baggy shirt and tie. Another person might have encouraged Red to try to dress better, especially considering how his boss was apparently riding him hard in work. But the cat didn’t mind so much. He hated seeing Red get stressed, of course, but didn’t happen enough for him to worry. 

	On this particular day, Jake had finished his shift slightly early, so he figured, what the hell, why not? He’d drop in and see if he could tempt Red away for a bite to eat. It was close to lunchtime, and he was sure he could drag his mousie away for a bit. Lewd fantasies briefly filled the cat’s mind. Images of him being upended over a table and fucked senseless by the mouse, seeing his body perspire and his mop of long brown hair framing his cute face, and having his lips wrapped around that thick cock... It caused him to very nearly miss his stop. He ran for the door of the bus, just as it was closing. 

	“Excuse me, I’m sorry, I need to get off here,” he hastily said to the bus driver, smiling perhaps a bit too wide at the old bull, who simply grunted and reopened the door. “Thank you so much!” Jake called behind him as he hopped out and flounced his way towards the office building where Red worked. It was a little hard to find the place, seeing as every freaking building looked the same in this part of town.  Eventually, however, he came across Mueller and Kirkland’s offices, located on the 3rd floor of a fairly tall skyscraper. Just another hidden brick in the wall of commerce. Honestly, Jake didn’t know how Red survived working in a drab place like this… 

	He checked himself at the door, making sure his attire was in order. The skinny feline was wearing a checked shirt, hoodie and skinny jeans that hugged his shapely legs, and he was concerned he would stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the business casual types. The doorman didn’t pay much heed as he went through the lobby, into an empty elevator. As it started to close, a rather large older reptile made his way through the front door and waved it down, coffee cup in hand. Jake grabbed the door for him, smiling warmly. He then quickly realized real estate was going to be at a premium once this blue-scaled dinosaur got in. He found himself moving back to the other end of the elevator as the dino stepped in, the elevator sagging slightly to accommodate the new weight.

	 Jake found himself having to crane his neck to see the older man at his full height; he looked to be about 7 feet at least. His face and hands were a pale cyan color, his ears, neck and forearms were a darker shade with thick horizontal stripes sliding along them. His eyebrows and hair were grey, and his eyes were a bright shade of orange. His white shirt and grey slacks were pressed, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow.  He was broad overweight, but undeniably attractive, having the groomed silver fox look down pat.  

	“Oh, you’re going to the third floor too?” He spoke, his voice a deep, pleasant rumble. He smiled a little, hints of pearly white teeth poking out. 
	Jake smiled sheepishly back, getting the scent of something pleasant and musky. Cologne? Something expensive perhaps perhaps?
	“Yes,” he replied, nodding and smiling. The elevator started to move at last. 
	“Looking for a job?” the older man spoke again.
	“Oh, no,” Jake said. “I’m just meeting my partner… do you know when you’ll be getting out for lunch?”
	“Oh, we’re on a bit of a crunch today,” the man replied. “But maybe your partner will be free. Would I know her?”
	“Oh, n-no, it’s...” Jake laughed, more to relieve awkward tension than anything else. Why was he so flustered? The dino was completely calm. “My partner’s a.. I’m gay.”
	“Ahhhh. Right, yes, sorry!” the older man laughed. “I understand.”
	
	The elevator pinged as the door opened out to the third floor, leading to the office lobby. “Rhonda here will help you out,” the dinosaur said as he made his way to the right, heading through a door labeled ‘Manager’s Office’. Jake bit his lip. So… that was him then.

	When Red returned home and announced his presence with a long “Ughhhhhhh,” Jake knew his boyfriend had had a rough day at work. Usually due to his new boss. It had been a very new development; his last boss either liked Red or didn’t give a shit, allowing the rodent to do as much work as he wanted. Or more accurately, as little. Being the manager for Mueller and Kirkland was well known as being a ‘ramp down’ style job, one you’d coast on shortly before retirement. And the new candidate taking over was supposed to be little different, but he’d made quite a few changes in the firm. He made people work hard. Coerced them in fact. Red had been a bit evasive about it. He wasn’t talkative anyway but he really didn’t want to talk about his new boss. 
	“He’s a prick,” the mouse would say as Jake massaged his unusually tense shoulders. “That’s all you need to know.”
	Jake wished Red would open up a bit more about his workplace stresses, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. At least he had a face to the name. He probably wouldn’t mention it now though. Didn’t want to ruin their little date. He approached the bored looking secretary bird at the desk, who smiled thinly at him. He opened his mouth to greet her, when the dinosaur poked his head through the door.
	“I didn’t catch who your partner was,” the manager asked. “Or your name.”
	“Erm… my name’s Jake,” the cat responded. “Nice to-”
	“Oh, so you’re Jake.” suddenly the older man seemed a great deal more interested in him. “Yes, you’re Red’s partner. He’s a good kid. Here, I actually know where he is.”
	“Oh, great.” he glanced back at the secretary, who shrugged and turned her attention back to her computer screen. “Thank you, Mr.”
	“Oh. Of course. Adam Roberts.” the dinosaur took Jake’s hand in his massive paw and shook it firmly, his bright orange claws very gently stroking along his palm as the handshake was broken. It made the feline’s tail puff up a bit. 
	“Thanks again Mr. Roberts,” Jake stammered, following behind Adam as he lead him through the door. 
	“Call me Adam,” Adam rumbled. 
	“Is Red in your office?” he asked as Adam lead him through the narrow corridors, following that thick tail as it swished back and forth. 
	“Not at the moment,” Adam responded simply. “I can check to see what he’s working on today, though, and that’ll tell me whether he’s free or not. And we can have a little chat in the meantime.”
	“How do you mean?” Jake asked. “I did say I’m not looking for a job, heh...”
	“Oh no no. I just like getting to know my workers. It’ll help make me a better boss, y’see.”

	He glanced over his shoulder at Jake, those orange eyes catching him off guard slightly. Suddenly, Adam’s hand was resting on the cat’s shoulder, pulling him next to him as he walked. The abrupt handsiness made him shiver a bit, and he tried to pull away, but… fuck, that touch reminded him too much of Red’s touch. The kinky play they’d been used to in the bedroom had left Jake a bit susceptible to touch in a few right places. And in spite of himself, in spite of his faithfulness to Red, he felt a little pulse of arousal in his crotch. Very briefly, those same lewd images from earlier returned. Except now, the image of his partner flickered between Red and this older man. 
	He tried to brush it off, keep his cool. 
	“Well, Red’s q-quiet, as I’m sure you know,” Jake responded. “Keeps to himself, but he’s low maintenance, I-”
	“Really? That’s surprising.” all of Adam’s interruptions came at just the right time, stopping Jake’s train of thought and confusing him slightly. Consciously, Jake thought he seemed a bit rude. But unconsciously, he was focusing more and more on Adam, having to remind himself why he was here.
	
	They came to the door to Adam’s office, and he pushed it open, guiding the cat inside before closing the door behind him. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A desk with a comfortable soft chair on one side and a decidedly less comfy one on the other. A picture of Adam, younger, his arms around a smiling panther lady.

	“Ah, you’re married,” Jake said, more for himself than anyone else.
	“For my sins,” Adam said with a laugh, brandishing the shining wedding band on his right hand. “Fifteen years next month.”
	“Congratulations!” Jake smiled. “That’s-”
	“And how long have you two been together?” Adam asked, leaning back against the metallic desk and pulling the legs of his pants up a bit. His thighs subtly spreading a bit wider. Jake took the bait, glancing between his legs as he spoke.

	“Just a little over a year,” Jake said. “Thereabouts.” his face burned with embarrassment at those lewd intrusions. Adam was testing the waters. He had to be. That’s what this was. He was being harassed… he liked to think he’d just stick up for his virtue in a situation like this. But here he was, and he was finding it hard not to think of whether that light blue tone on Adam’s face travelled down the front of his torso as well. That bulge pulsing a bit, drawing his gaze back to it again.
	“You’re staring,” Adam said. 
	“I’m sorry?” Jake made contact with those orange eyes again.
	“You’re staring right at my crotch,” Adam repeated. There wasn’t a hint of annoyance or shock. He was simply stating a fact. He leaned forward a bit, that confident smile never leaving his face as his right hand went down to unzip his fly. Jake’s face burned even hotter as he laughed nervously, taking a step back. 
	“I think I should go...” Jake said. “Y-you can tell Red that I was asking for him.”
	“No no,” Adam replied. “I think you should stay.” 
	No hint of excitement in his voice, just raw confidence. The deep cadences of his voice made Jake shiver, made him stop on the spot. He moved a bit closer to Adam. The dinosaur’s free hand took one of his paws and held it upright, his nail tracing slow circles in his palm.  The subtle ticklish sensation felt… well, it felt amazing. He felt himself shudder, felt his mind grow a little fuzzy
	“You should stay,” Adam repeated. “You want to stay, don’t you?”
	“I don’t...” Jake stammered. “this isn’t-”

	Jake’s palm was brought up to his forehead, pressed against it. “Deep,” Adam said simply, and it felt as though Jake’s whole being simply dropped down a deep pit. A sudden, sleepy numbness descended over him. One last errant thought – how did he know my trigger? - came into existence, before popping like a bubble. 
	Jake’s head dipped forward, Adam’s hand resting on his shoulder as Jake’s hands dangled. The only thing keeping the woozy cat upright was that scaly palm on his shoulder. 
	“There’s a good boy.” Adam said. “Slipping deeper and deeper as you listen closely. Now, I’ll ask you again. You want to stay, right?”
	“Yes, Adam,” Jake responded simply. 
	“Call me Master,” Adam responded.
	“Master…?” Jake’s brow furrowed. That wasn’t Master’s voice…
	“Never mind, Adam will do for now.” Adam snorted, gently guiding the feline forward. “Walk towards my voice. Come closer. Good kitty.”

	Jake stumbled closer and closer, getting the scent of that heady cologne again as a low purr began to rumble from his throat. He could feel his glasses being lifted off his face. He felt those hands grasp at and unbutton his top, pulling it free. He felt a sharp intake of air as Adam breathed in his own scent. 
	“Delicious.” Adam whispered into Jake’s ear, making the feline mewl effeminately and shiver. “I’ve got a treat for you, little kitty.” he took Jake’s palm in his again, stroking his palm with that long nail. “You’d like a treat, wouldn’t you?”
	“Yes...” Jake cooed breathily, his blue eyes opening, unfocused and dazed. “I’d lo-”

	Once again, he was interrupted; this time, not by a word, but by a thick finger. The tangy smooth taste of his scales made Jake shiver. God, that finger felt so similar to Red’s cock… only more prehensile, more dextrous. It massaged his tongue, slipping in and out, drawing that claw along his bristly maw. Jake salivated, wriggled, moaning into that finger, his eyes rolling up into his head. He felt Adam’s belly press against his body, soft, but with a firm core. It felt so easy to let him take the weight of his body, leaning into it, his needy cock throbbing and bulging in his pants.

	As the one finger wriggled in Jake’s mouth, Adam’s other hand grasped Jake’s jeans and underwear, yanking them down around his ankles with one firm tug. His soft, plush rump bared, Jake mewled softly, drooling and slobbering over the thick digit.
	“There’s a good kitty. Kitty wants another treat, doesn’t kitty?” Adam rumbled, his lips close to Jake’s ear again. He let his finger slip free of Jake’s maw with a soft pop.
	“Yes, Adam...”
	“Ah ah ah… call me Master...” he was trying it again.
	“Master?” once again, naive confusion settled over Jake’s face as he squirmed. “Muh-My master’s...”

	The now-lubricated finger tickling at his taint interrupted that train of thought. Tickling and teasing around Jake’s tailhole as Adam – Master? - Adam cooed and hissed into his ear some more. “Just relaxxx… I want to make sure you’re nice and ready for your main treat.” 

	His long thick tongue lapped at Jake’s ear, and the cat mewled, pushing his tush back into that finger, welcoming it inside as it prodded, kneaded, massaged his soft, sensitive insides. He felt a smile curl up his face as his eyes rolled up again, drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth as guttural, primal groans of pleasure pushed out of his mouth. He ground into that finger, feeling it push up to another joint, teasing against his prostate…. Jake bent forward over the desk, pawing and pushing pens and notes off of it as he needily ground against it.

	That deep voice cooed into his ear again. “You like?” it asked.
	“Yes, Adam...” Jake mewled.
	The finger slipped out of his taint.
	“Call me Master.”
	“M-master...” 
	Something thicker pressed against his tailhole now. Something harder, something that pulsed, something that dribbled and leaked pre over his taint… something far more satisfying than that thick digit. He mewled and cried out. “Yes, Master… Yes!”

	Master’s face pressed into the back of Jake’s neck as he yowled with ecstasy, that long reptilian tongue matting the tabby’s fur. He wasted no time in quickening his pace, pistoning into the feline and making the desk shake and shudder with each wet slap. Jake shuddered and groaned too, drooling and lapping at the surface of the desk, his tail wrapping around one of Master’s arms as they grasped and spread his rump wider. The firm manhandling was as perfect as he always fantasized, his head devoid of everything but absolute pleasure…
	He felt his dick throb underneath him, pulsing, dribbling pre into his belly fur. Pulsing and shivering, his climax so close already, fuck he was so horny, fuck he wanted to cum, fuck, he wanted Master to… to..
	“Rhonda,” Master said, speaking into a loudspeaker. “Send in Mr. McKenzie, I wanna have a word with him...”
	Jake let out a curious mewl, unsure what Master was talking about.
	“Don’t worry about a thing, kitty,” Master said, petting his head roughly, ruffling his hair. “Your partner’s about to get a nice surprise… no cumming until he arrives, do you hear me?”
	“Yes, Masterrrr...” Jake purred, staring at nothing in particular, comatose from pleasure, so close to release that he’d do anything to achieve it… 
	The last thing he remembered before a mind shattering orgasm sent him into the deepest, loveliest sleep he had was the sound of the door opening, a shocked squeak that sounded very familiar, and a warm powerful gush of Master’s cum filling him up.
	“What the fuck….?!”

	Then, nothing but blissful sleep.