[b]Uber Carry Part 16 – Hostile Takeover[/b]


It had been just under two weeks now, since Coal took service with Luke Pierce, and the new job was everything the husky had feared and hoped for. Mr. Pierce was a horrible boss! Demanding, patronizing, unrewarding and hard to please, to name a few of his most prominent attributes as direct superior. True to his word, the lion kept his newest employee close by most of the time. Sometimes as attendant, sometimes as eyecatcher, sometimes to brag with and sometimes... for other services. And of course the dog often got utilized as carrier.

Luke really let him work hard for his money! And today was no exception: First thing in the morning was his boss's usual way to the office, a brisk three mile run to start the day. After that, Coal was at his boss's disposal through most of the day and got perpetually used and abused at the lion's heart's content. During lunch, the husky got abducted to a private room so his boss could blow off some steam. And in the afternoon, Mr. Pierce put his loyal dog on display for a particularly close friend - also a feline, of course! - which probably was the most embarrassing part of Coal's work day. After a brief conference, during which the husky got a little breather at last, the lion rode Coal to their current location, a really fancy gentlemen's club.

The place had a giant lounge with those swanky leather couches and cigar ashtrays that looked too expensive to ever be used. A massive bar could pour you every drink and cocktail imaginable and a swarm of absolutely gorgeous girls, mostly vixens and cats, served the many, well-heeled patrons of this establishment. Luke, in the company of two acquaintances and their respective entourage, sat in a cozy corner of the lounge, over a few high-proof drinks, and chatted cheerfully with his friends. Mostly about politics, business, girls and boys.

For the most part, Coal simply stood at attention during the cozy get-together. Quite literally! He in fact spent nearly an hour just standing behind his boss's seat, looking pretty. Coal knew this was just a show of dominance for Luke's friends. The lion's way of saying, 'this dog won't even sit without my command'! A command that eventually came, though not to grant his aching legs relief. Instead the husky was made the centerpiece of the conversation for a bit, Luke's newest acquirement, proudly displayed and shown off. And, again, in a most literal way! The husky was gawked at, touched and groped like a top seller on discount – mostly by the possessive lion himself, but his friends also got a turn. Really, the only thing they didn't do was to put Coal to use right there and then, but probably only because this really wasn't that kind of establishment.

Eventually the evening ended. That, though, was only the beginning of Coal's night! After hauling the lion's two hundred sixty pound ass back to his home, Coal got invited – or rather said ordered – to come inside. The lush place really reflected Luke's personality, but the husky didn't have much chance to take in the sight. "Coal, Heel!" Mr. Pierce called, already on his way up the stairs.

Tired, but obediently Coal followed his boss upstairs and, eventually, was led into the man's bedroom. The husky swallowed with apprehension when he entered, unsure what awaited him, but certain the lion had something in mind. This was the first time he saw Luke's home from inside, after all. Like a royal bedchamber the spacious room was furnished with a big four-poster. Kinda a bit over the top, Coal thought, even for his pompous boss.

Once the lion was done undoing his jacket and turned to regard his dog, Coal gave him a timid smile and politely asked, "How can I be of further service to you, Sir?" He actually rather wanted to ask to finally clock off, but considering the current situation and location, it was apparent Luke wouldn't approve.

The large lion's chiseled muzzle twisted into a frown. With three long steps Luke dwarfed the husky in his shadow as he approached. As if he had the right to, he simply pinched the wincing canine's white-tipped ear between his strong fingers and mercilessly applied his razor-sharp claws to the sensitive organ. "How many times do I have to remind you, that I expect you to address me with proper and due respect, mutt?!" the lion hissed and pulled Cola down by the ear, until the husky knelt before him. "If you want to keep this job, you better learn your place quick!"

"Aurgh, yes... I'm very sorry, Sir!" the disciplined husky whimpered apologetically. "It's just a lot to take in. I'm still adapting to your demands. But I assure you, Sir, I know my place: It's beneath you!"

When he had Coal close to the ground, Luke released his ear and was satisfied to see that the husky closed the remaining distance between his forehead and the ground on his own. "Guess it just takes your pighead longer to process but the simplest of information. Figures for a canine!"

"I will do better, Sir!"

"Yes, you will!" Luke admonished resolutely, then sighed frustrated when he unbuttoned his shirt. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bothered with you, mutt..." Putting his massive paw down on Coal's crooked back, the lion sent the boy flat to the floor with a light kick. "Now head over to the bed!"

"Yes, Sir!" the husky acknowledged and swiftly crawled over to the edge of the bed, where he kneeled before it, similar to how he was supposed to wait at the ready beside Mr. Pierce's desk in the office. A really humbling pose. Once the lion was bare-chested, he eagerly approached the genuflecting boy with a mischievous grin on his broad, maned face. The glorious sight made Coal wag his tail excitedly, even though his ears were folded in submission. He didn't really believe in this antiquated feline-canine class bullshit, but holy shit, this cat stood above all dogs! And Coal was the chosen one to serve this haughty god! "Ghmrff!" The regal sight got suddenly blocked when Luke raised his large paw and put it right onto the husky's face. With a shudder Coal accepted the condescending gesture and quickly noticed the overpowering sensation of musk and dirt that stuck to the lion's fur down there.

Among men like Luke, it was quite customary, if not a given, to wear shoes. Not for convenience, but rather as a status symbol. A sign of superiority. Proof that these men deserved better than to walk the same earth as the riffraff. And yet, Luke Pierce generally preferred to go bare-pawed, in office as well as out. Not as a statement. Not as a rebellion against the system, or to sympathize with those that didn't bear enough wealth or power. It wasn't for convenience either. Luke Pierce didn't wear shoes, because his noble paws deserved something even better!

"On your back, dog!"

"Mmph..." The pressure on his face suddenly increased and Coal was shoved backwards, until gravity took over and he rolled down on his back. With his view now free again, he found the monumental feline loom above his prostrated form. The husky knew what this meant! "C-careful, please... it has been a long day..." he whispered, hoping that the meek imploration wouldn't anger his boss.

Though what a lowly dog wanted, or needed was of little concern to Luke. He gave Coal nothing more than an amused smirk, before he raised his paw again. Slowly it descended and finally settled on the canine's belly. "You cut a fine figure today," Luke pondered, flexing his powerful toes against Coal's black fur and the supple flesh beneath. "A dimwit like you is tough to teach proper manners, but we'll get there eventually. For today, though, you've made quite a few heads turn. And I thought, it would only be fair to reward you a bit for your... meh, let's be gracious and call it effort."

Coal gulped when the weight on his abdomen slowly amplified. Those big, soft pads certainly bore a lot of heft! "Thank you, Sir! I-I know I'm hardly worth of your praise..."

"Indeed," Luke sneered down at the dog as though finding just the slightest word of commendation for Coal was a disgraceful struggle. "I eventually came to the same conclusion, so since we're on the same page here, let's just forgo this nonsense and instead focus back on what's actually important: Training you to become a presentable pet, so I don't have to embarrass myself with you!" By leaning forward a bit, Luke loaded the husky with a good bit more of his weight and was rewarded with a strained gasp from Coal. "You've had it far too easy under James. But I'm not some lenient cur. I demand nothing but your utmost commitment!"

"Y-yes, Sir! I understa-uhrRRGH!" The husky was cut short when his boss suddenly mounted him completely, all that horrible weight concentrated on the paw that stood on Coal's instantly flattened stomach. The dog reared up, cheeks puffed, knees in the air, until Luke's other paw came down as well. It settled on his chest, slowly forcing him back down flat against the ground, before the lion's weight balanced out and squeezed the air out of the groaning husky. "U-urgh... c-careful!"

But Luke didn't relent. He at least granted the dog a moment to adapt to the overwhelming burden, though, as he stood still on the struggling form. "I guess I'm repeating myself here, but you seem to need constant reminders, so here we go," the feline began, holding onto the bed's nearest post for support, while he let Coal suffer below his paws. "I didn't hire you just to look pretty. Neither are my demands met with your mere service."

"Ough... ow!" the strained canine yipped, when his boss took the paw off his chest to let it settle beside the one already standing on his belly. Together they crushed Coal's abdomen painfully flat. It felt and looked like he was cookie dough.

"I need you to finally understand what it means to work for me!" Casually Luke shifted his weight from one leg to the other, caused the husky immense discomfort in doing so and deliberately ignored it. "You're not just a simple employee of mine, or a mere carrier. You are my dog! My service animal! My pet! You are whatever I want. You do whatever I want. Your one and only purpose is to serve me, to please me, to honor and to worship me! I want you to internalize that your best is not good enough. YOU will never be good enough. And yet I demand nothing short of you, but to strive for perfection. To BE perfect!" Moving on top of the anguished dog again, the heavy lion put one of his massive paws back down on Coal's chest. He didn't step down yet, though, only teased. Or maybe it was more of a threat, considering his next words, "And do you know why?"

Under pressure, Coal tried his best to come up with an answer that would satisfy his boss. Because the lion deserved it? Because cats rule and dogs serve? Because... Fuck! His mind failed him. It was late, Coal was tired and Luke weighed a fucking ton! How was he supposed to function like this? Let alone strive for perfection?! "Ugh... hmm..." Eventually Coal slowly shook his head. "Aurgh!" and was swiftly reproved by a painfully heavy step on his chest. He could feel his ribs bend under the enormous pressure, could feel how far the lion compressed his body, how the strain didn't stop there, but moved through him, filled him, until he could feel Luke's power and might in his straightened spine, his twisted shoulder blades, his useless lungs. "P-please..."

Looking down on the husky like he was a red wine stain on a new, white carpet, Luke went on, "Because you are a dog!" Somehow he always managed to make that word sound so awful. "A mutt! And because James, that son of a bitch, owns a goddamned cat!"

"AURRGH!" With a merciless step, Luke brought both of his paws down on the canine's chest, squeezing him so flat against the ground that even Coal's ribcage groaned under the overload. The pain was intense. The pressure on his lungs even more intense. And breathing simply became impossible. "Uhhgh... pf-fease, hff, hughff... go uh-easy ourgh...!" Coal pleaded meekly, teeth grit, ears flat, eyes wide.

"Do you understand now?" Luke demanded gruffly. Once the poor dog could only stutter anymore, his tormentor took a gracious step back so that his paws rested on Coal's belly again. When the dog still failed to respond, Luke simply went on, "Snagging you away from him was just the beginning. My overture!" Slowly the big cat began to move his legs again. Idly he stepped back and forth on his paws, flexing his strong toes in turn with his tread, to knead Coal's abdomen with the full force of his heft. "I won't simply make you my slave, Coal. I will make an example of you!"

Writhing on the floor in pain, Coal couldn't do anything else but take what this cat did to him. Endure the agony. Absorb his words. Suffer the humiliation. "Guh-agh!"

"You will work harder, longer and more eagerly than this tabby ever could!" Luke went on. "You will surpass him, outmatch him, dwarf him with your boundless devotion. You will be more polite, more courteous and servile. You will endure more, need less and demand nothing. You will be faster, smarter, happier, prettier... You will be better than him in every regard!"

"P-please, Sir, uff..." Coal weakly protested as the lion's steps covered more and more of his front. His chest, belly. Hell, the fucker didn't even spare his junk! Coal feverishly pressed his legs together to protect his jewels from too much force, or a particularly unfortunate step from his superior. "I c-cant... much... lo-onger..."

Though the daydreaming lion simply went on. "You will make James green with envy! You will be the living proof that a cat's reign is infallible and superior. You will be my stepping stone to outdo the old codger once and for all! I'm going to..." Suddenly trailing off, Luke looked down at his subject for the first time since he began talking. And his expression was not a happy one! "Are you even listening?!" he hissed into Coal's distorted and teared up face.

Desperately, the husky wheezed up at his master. "Sir, please! Hff-hff, urgh... I'm begging you... Argh! I n-need a break..."

With a furious roar, Luke lifted his paw up high in the air. "Grrr! You obstinate, little cur!" And then slammed it down right into the husky's face. "Didn't you hear what I just said? You shall endure and shine!"

"Mrrrghphff...!" Helplessly Coal grabbed the lion's ankle to balk the twisting paw on his face from grounding him into the floor. Shit, that would give him a sore nose!

Once he released his dog's muzzle again, Luke planted both his paws right back on Coal's stomach relentlessly. "Now?" he asked expectantly. "Repeat what I just told you, dog!"

"Argh..." Gasping and panting, Coal pressed his claws into the thin carpet beneath him to bear the persisting burden on his stomach. Shit, a sore nose was hist least problem right now! "Sir, I ugh..." He paused involuntarily, huffing laboriously. "Rrff... God, please have mercy!"

Quite disappointed with the response, Luke sighed loudly. "I figured as much..." Though he swiftly returned to his usual sternness. "Alright. Dacapo al fine! Let's try this again!" And just as swiftly the lion's murderous paws began to march onwards on the poor, battered husky. "I'll get this lesson into your head, mutt, take my word for it!" And under an endless torture of trampling paws, Luke began to repeat his doctrine...


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At the end of his new boss's 'lesson', Coal barely was able to keep it together anymore. He writhed and choked under the lion's merciless steps, unable to keep his body tensed any longer to cushion the blows. Luke's paws literally steamrolled the poor husky! He had quite a few bruised ribs, his belly felt like minced meat and his back stuck to the floor with cold sweat. The lion drove his message home, though: Coal was a status symbol now and failure was not acceptable!

With tears in his cute, blue puppy eyes, the canine let out a wailing groan of relief when his self-declared owner finally stepped off his battered form. The pleasure to breath freely again, without having a two hundred sixty pound big cat trampling him to hell and beyond, was indescribable. The pain Luke left behind, was too!

Rather satisfied with himself, the lion sat down on his bed, then moved into a horizontal position with his arms crossed behind his head. Like this, Luke had a good view on the effect the trampling session had on his own body. "Dog!" he called. "Handling you is bothersome. Get up here and help me relax. I want my dick sucked!"

"Uh-uhugh..." Coal sobbed at the words, overwhelmed by so much cruelty. Was this guy serious?!

"Chop-chop!"

Of course he was! This cat knew no limit. "Hrgh!" Groaning in pain, Coal began to peel himself off the floor. He clung to the edge of the bed and pulled himself up into a sitting position. His abs hurt like hell! "Rrf... S-sir... it's late..." he pleaded, giving his master teary bedroom eyes.

If they had an effect on Luke, he didn't let it show. "And it's getting later by the minute and your muzzle still isn't around my dick! How long do you intent to keep me waiting?" The lion's stare was like a threat.

Coal blinked aghast, but he knew better than to press his luck with this man. Slowly the groaning husky pulled himself up onto the bed beside Luke and assumed a kneeling position. His left held his aching front, while he leaned onto his right, crooked over the lion's midsection. Though eventually both his paws began to undo his superior's pants. The fabric was bulged already and when Coal opened the fly, Luke's horribly overpriced briefs were full. Timidly he pressed his palm to the warm package and gave it a soft rub. Dear Lord, would this day ever end?!

The answer came prompt. "Don't forget to smile, dog!" Luke reminded him. "You love your new job, after all, don't you?"

Grinning rather gormlessly, Coal nodded vehemently. "Yes, Mr. Pierce! Working for you is a dream come true!"

"Go on then!" he commanded, nestled into the pillows, his sinister eyes trained lazily on the dog.

With a gulp Coal looked down again, at the bulge under his hand that barely could contain the lion's eagerness any longer. He'd seen it before, but the husky nevertheless pulled the undergarment down with a prickling mix of curiosity and awe. Majestically the stiff member sprung out and flopped down onto the lion's sand colored belly. Accompanied by a halfhearted purr, it pulsed once, bouncing up a little bit before Coal took hold of it and brought the shaft into an upright position. Hesitantly he came down, but when he felt the lion's tingling barbs, his lips parted eagerly.

"Hmmph..." With a moan he let the thick member slide over his tongue. It felt good and right to service his boos like this, but the husky's trampled belly hurt twice as bad in this hunched over position. Carefully Cola snuck a peak to his left. Luke was grinning down at him, hungrily. God! How could this guy impel him like this with nothing more than a gaze?! "Mrrph!" Again Coal bobbed his head down. Further this time, to please his boss better. He was loving his new job, after all!

"Good boy..." Luke murred between lazy purrs. "At least you're a natural at something."

The humble praise comforted Coal, but only for a fleeting moment. His master's lesson was still aching in each of his muscles: 'Your best is not good enough!' That's right, he had to try harder. No, he had to try his hardest! "Gmrlck!"

Breathing faster already, Luke watched his new boy at work. His little dressing-down from earlier seemed to bear fruits already. Despite the pain he quite obviously was in, Coal apparently did his best to please his boss. Just the way it ought to be! A good dog should always strive to serve well, no matter what. "Mmf... do you know what one of your species very few physical amenities is, compared to felines...?" Sprawling under the husky's diligent muzzle, Luke smiled amused as he saw the gears in Coal's brain working. Though eventually the canine shook his head, dick in mouth. "Mrrf... you have very soft tongues," the lion explained, splaying and curling his toes blissfully. "I like that..."

Suspecting another command behind the simple observation, and fearing more castigation should he omit to heed it, Coal swiftly put his tongue to more thorough use.  "Hgm-mhph..." He brushed it left and right over the lion's thick shaft, lapped it up when his head bobbed up, pressing the barbed tip against the roof of his muzzle, and wrapped his tongue tightly around the member when he went down again. A peek to his left made the husky huff with relief. Mr. Pierce seemed to enjoy the technique. He had his eyes closed and softly humped up into Coal's muzzle.

"Mrrrr... faster, dog...!" Luke purred.

With a tired groan, Coal obeyed and upped his speed. He moved so fast that his tongue couldn't keep up the meticulous work any longer. Instead he resorted to sucking as hard on the throbbing shaft as his tormented lungs allowed.

Wriggling lustfully on the sheets, the lion's next demand wasn't long in coming, "Hrf! Deeper!"

And again Coal did his best to meet his boss's high expectations. "Gmrf... kcht... Glck!" He braced himself and came even further down. Allowing the long, barbed prick to enter his throat, Coal quickly began to gag and had to pull back. But incentive to try again came just as quick!

"Try harder, mutt! I'm close. And god help me if you ruin this again...!"

Wheezing helplessly around the cock in his muzzle, Coal didn't have much of a choice. "Hm-grrrck!" He forced himself down once more and his boss's member deep into his throat. He gagged again, but pushed further still, until tears welled in his eyes from the urge to throw up. The husky choked on his way up, but went back down straight away. Just a bit more, he told himself, aching for a break.

The lion, meanwhile, was gripping the blanket he lay on, his content purring has developed into a brutish huffing and moaning. "Hurgn! Go down..." he instructed through grit teeth, legs tensing awkwardly. "And hold!"

Hoping this would be his final move, Cola did his best to comply. He took a shallow breath and went down. All the way. Or, well, at least as far as he could. Luke's cock stretched his throat, those tiny barbs scratching over his insides to leave him with a sore throat. "Hrmmmgh!" And by suppressing his gag reflex with every bit of strength he had left, Coal held it there to allow his boss to relieve himself. "Khrchgm!" But the strain was too much...

"Oh, no. You stay PUT!" Luke snarled and brought one of his hands down on the back of Coal's head. With the strength of a true big cat he forced the husky back down over his prick, uncaring for the boy's helpless gagging and choking.

After a little struggle, Coal found his nose pressed into the shaggy, brown fur of the lion's crotch. The pain in his abdomen forgotten for the moment, he clutched his bulged neck now. "Ghm! Hrmghm...!" Desperately the husky moaned into his boss's pelt. This cat was really merciless! If you thought about it this way, Coal's job with Hollard actually was a bed of roses...

With a loud, lustful roar Luke bucked his hips up into the hapless muzzle, this warm, tight hole, and fed his dog an evening snack right into his stomach. "Gha! Yes... hgnn, that's a good dog...!" Holding Coal's head firmly in place, Luke took his sweet time. He milked himself dry in the husky's throat, the retching and gagging only enhancing his pleasure.

When his boss's orgasm finally waned, the firm grip on the dog's skull loosened. Eventually the lion's hand slid off and Coal immediately shot up. "Ghuuu! Huaff-hff-pfff..." Gasping for air, he couldn't make his eyes focus and felt how his arms gave way beneath himself. "Urghf!" He landed soft and warm, however, with his head on Luke's belly. And Coal couldn't care less about it, he was done for!

The temerity didn't remain unnoticed, of course. Though, much to the husky's luck, Luke Pierce was a lot more gracious when he found himself in a post-coital bliss. And honestly? Yeah, alright, the mutt has earned himself a minute to catch his breath on the best pillow in the world. "Hm?" Only that Coal was far past a little breather already! "Did you fall asleep?" Luke asked in surprise, but didn't receive an answer.

He watched for a moment how the motionless dog rested on his belly, breathing slow and steady, but with audible exhaustion. A gentle warmth seeped into his abdomen, and surely also a few drops of spit and spunk into his fur. "That wasn't half bad actually, dog..." Luke murmured to himself. Softly he cupped Coal's head with one hand, rubbing his thick thumb through his black fur, scratching him kindly with his claws behind the ear. "Training you will be a lot of fun!"

The two men stayed like this for a few cozy minutes, Coal, drunk with fatigue, sleeping unaware on the lion watching over him. Though even if he really needed it, this wasn't the end of his day yet!

Finally calm again, the underhanded feline extended his dangerous claws and pinched the white tip of Coal's ear with it. Hard! "Did you seriously pass out on top of me?!" Luke growled and lifted the stirring husky up by the tip of his ear. "Do I look like some rug, or doggy bed for you?!"

"Ugh? Ah... Aii! Ow! O-ow!" Coal whined and quickly raised from his unjustly occupied resting place. The sharp pain swiftly cleared his eyes and soon the husky noticed the dry soreness in his throat. "P-please stop...!" he begged weakly, wanting nothing more than to fall back into Morpheus' arms. "I... I'm sorry..." What was he sorry for again? Shit, he barely registered Luke's words. But whatever it was that irked the lion, it was probably his fault. "I'm very sorry, Sir!"

"You get to rest when I tell you so!"

"O-of course, Mr. Pierce!" he agreed, nodding apologetically.

"And if you act this indecently and disrespectful with me again, I'll give you the punishment of your lifetime, dog!"

"Yes, Sir! Of course!" He babbled, nodding deeper and deeper until he pressed his forehead submissively onto the mattress he knelt on. "Please forgive me, Mr. Pierce! I, ugh..." The pain in his abdomen suddenly returned and let the overused dog cramp up. "Gha! I d-didn't mean to, mphf... of-offend you..."

Dismissively Luke turned his back to the husky and slid off the bed, to shed his pants completely now. "I still need a shower before bed," he announced as though it should have been obvious to Coal.

Nodding tiredly, the canine sniffled. "I... I'll leave you alone then, Sir...?"

The lion's big, maned head turned and revealed a very stern expression. Coal flinched. "Of course you will assist me!" he corrected in a tone that didn't allow any form of disagreement.

Devastated the husky bowed his head in submission. "Of course, Mr. Pierce..." and reluctantly began to separate himself from the soft bed he knelt on.

"My shower is big enough for two," Luke went on, disregarding the ailing dog in his wake as he headed for the bathroom. "I'll allow you to wash me. I guess I don't need to emphasize that I expect a gentle, but thorough bath from you?!"

"No, Mr. Pierce..."

"You can count yourself lucky I even let you touch me, dog! This is a privilege!"

"Th-thank you, Mr. Pierce..."

"And since you're already at it, you can scrub my back. I got this awesome water massage at a spa in Roselake once. I wanted to try something like this at home for a while now! Afterwards you can help brush my mane."

Trudging after the lion like a zombie, Coal simply nodded again and again. "Yes, Mr. Pierce..." By now Coal estimated his chances to die tonight roughly fifty/fifty already.

"And just to be clear: If you don't satisfy me with your service, I'll turn you into my bathmat!"

"Of course, Mr. Pierce..." Eighty/twenty and counting...