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Carefully positioning his feet away from the drain, he aims his cock and pees directly onto the metal cover happily.\n\n“Let me.” Joey pulls open the door and is met with a jet of water square in the face, spraying the cub all over. He wipes his saturated face and glares at his childish caretaker who chuckles in response. “I could tell people you hurt me,” he warns, snarling.\n\n“Hey, hey, don’t even joke about that,” Elliot replies, placing the shower head back in its place. Running his thumbs around the cub’s cheeks below the furrowed eyebrows Elliot leans in and places a small kiss on the black button nose. “I didn’t mean to force you into anything.”\n\nFlashing a grin and biting on the man’s nose in turn Joey folds his black arms around the rabbit’s black chest. “I know.” The fur atop his head flips up and down as he nods. “Just didn’t let me get much sleep,” he says, starting to scratch shampoo into the fur around his ass.\n\n“Sorry Joey, I’ll get you some breakfast and coffee on the way into work,” Elliot replies as he exits the shower and starts to dry off. Pulling their now clean and dry clothes from the machine Elliot dresses in his typical business attire of a white shirt with black pants, never straying far from the tones of his fur except when a tie is necessary. The drive is quiet beyond the chattering over the radio, Joey staring idly out the window as the trees zip by. “Grab yourself something too,” Elliot says, handing over his wallet as he pulls over just inside town at a small café.\n\nLeaping out of the car and sauntering up to the wide-open doors Joey looks around the shelves of sweets and bread. “Mr. Rochestor’s coffee and a… bacon roll,” Joey says, looking over the headboard at the menu.\t\n\nBehind the counter is a small mousy woman who smiles and nods replying, “Anything else?”\n\n“No thank you.” He nods, leaning on the counter and looking at the blacked-out car. The boy fumbles with his paws, handing over the card to pay, collecting the food and coffee before heading back to the car.\n\nElliot reaches across and opens the door, rubbing the warm seat invitingly. He takes his coffee and sets it in the cup-holder and as soon as the door closes the rabbit starts to grope his guest’s crotch. “Gosh you’re cute,” he says, leaning in and kissing the boy on the cheek.\n\nFlustered by the influx of affection Joey tilts his head down and brings his arms in close to peel away the hands grabbing him. “Sir not here,” he gasps.\n\n“Alright.” Snapping back into his seat and turning the ignition to life. It’s only another two-minute drive through town to the factory, the main floor already buzzing with the sound of beavers chewing through wood. “Good morning Eliza,” he greets the receptionist, shuffling the dog in beside him.\n\n“Good morning sir,” the mouse replies, her light blue eyes protected by a pair of small square frames. “Morning Joey.” She smiles at the boy who waves back coyly before hurrying through the reception area.\n\n“When Brian shows up just let him through, he’s bringing the new contract,” Elliot instructs, chasing after his guest to the factory floor and upstairs to his office. “Sit down and behave.” He walks over to the opposite side of the desk and flops into the chair, dusting the scraps of wood off his white furred feet. Gulping down half the lukewarm coffee Elliot reaches into his desk and produces a silver laptop.\n\nSitting patiently across the room Joey cocks his head to the side, watching in relative silence beyond the sound of his teeth grinding his breakfast to mush. Thirty minutes of being ignored later he asks, “Is this all you do?”\n\nElliot pricks up in his chair having forgotten about the boy, engrossed in writing the sales report and flipping between windows to verify the sales numbers. “I have a lot to do before we shut for the holidays,” he replies, burying his face in his paws and slapping himself awake then downing the rest of the cold coffee.\n\n“Weren’t you going to show me the factory in operation?” Joey starts to idly swing his legs, kicking the desk.\n\n“I’m sorry, you’re right. Union problems can’t wait,” Elliot sighs and pushes out from the desk shaking his head. 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Newer to the company and increasingly younger along the line, the employees grow more aggravated with being called in. “And here.” The 12th woman to be inspected has a miniscule chip on the bottom of her right tooth. “Did you know?” he asks, having also grown increasingly annoyed with the process.\n\n“No,” she answers, hanging her head and fixing her brown eyes on the magnifying glass. A small sniffle escapes from the woman as she wipes her eyes.\n\n“Katherine, I’m sorry. But the contract and the union agreements say I can’t keep you here.” His voice loses the agitation and turns sympathetic, offering the woman a tissue from the counter.\n\nShe nods and blows her nose with the tissue then wipes the tears from beneath her sunken eyes. “Can’t you move me to assembly?”\n\nJoey watches in shock as Elliot’s tone shifts to something robotic, “You’ll receive your severance on the way out, just speak to Eliza.” He places a hand on her shoulder and gently pets it before walking out in silence to the line. “You can get back to working,” he instructs, noting the decreased speed. “I’m sorry everybody, please ensure in the future that you let myself or Eliza know if there’s a chip or crack in a tooth. It helps us all.” Turning to the boy at his side with a solemn look, Elliot frowns and grasps him by the collar to lead him to the office. “Don’t look at me like that.”\n\nStanding bewildered in front of the door Joey crosses his arms. “She was crying though, how could you do that?”\n\n“Everyone cries when they lose their job Joey Allen, because it sucks. But the business can’t afford the quality loss or to be sued,” Elliot explains, typing in a new document to formalize the woman’s termination. “You asked if reports were all I do, they’re the less depressing parts of the day.” He leans back in his seat, reaching behind and swatting at the string that controls the blinds.\n\nJoey walks around the edge of the room and tugs the string until the blinds are completely open, illuminating the cold office with the warm midday sun. The boy props his arms over his tutor’s shoulders, struggling to read the jargon riddled document. “I’m hungry,” his stomach grumbles as the laptop’s time reads 12:30, moments before a buzzing downstairs to unleash the employees on the break room.\n\n“I can’t go anywhere until your dad shows,” Elliot replies. He shifts in his chair and kisses the teenager’s soft maw, slipping his arm through the slat in the chair to grasp Joey’s rear and flips the fuzzy black tail around. “How ‘bout this for lunch?” With his left-hand Elliot undoes his pants and filters his erection through the gap in his underwear, tugging his foreskin up and down.\n\nFollowing an eager nod Joey kneels beside the chair, receiving a few nudges with the knee until he positions himself under the desk. Elliot brings the chair in closer to the desk, continuing his work as a smirk develops on his face. Joey inhales the man’s scent and starts to massage the thick shaft between both hands, the warmth of his breath encouraging droplets of precum to form at the tip. Typing away into a spreadsheet, his breath hastens at the flitting of a curious tongue along his urethra and the tight encompassing of Joey’s lips around the cusp of his head.\nDistracted by the pleasure Elliot startles at the sound of the door handle twisting and the black canine striding in without a moment’s hesitation. “Mr. Allen,” Elliot greets his guest, instinct spurs his legs to stand until he forces himself to settle back down, left in a compromising position. Rather than be courteous he instead offers the seat across from him and folds his arms.\n\n“Mr. Rochestor, the newly printed contract as per your request,” Brian remarks, setting down the folder beside the open laptop.\n\nNervous that something might be glimpsed Elliot pulls his chair in even further, leaving Joey with even less room as he is pushed against the underside of the desk. “Put business aside Brian, how’d dinner go?”\n\n“Dinner was good. Sarah was furious when she found out you were looking after Joey though, bitch listened to your voicemail from last night,” Brian replies. He shrugs nonchalantly but the half-hearted smile tells another story. “Where is he anyway?”\n\n“I sent him in town to grab some lunch, I couldn’t run out before you showed up,” Elliot remarks. “It’s nice not needing to waste time getting food myself though, gave me time to catch up on some costs.” Having grown too nervous with his father so close Joey peels off the shaft slowly, however a small tap of the foot against his waist spurs him to resume touching the foreskin and jerking Elliot off. “He’s handy to have around.”\n\n“He’s a good kid, just wish his mother could see past his… tendencies,” Brian replies. “Has he behaved?”\n\n“Yeah, been bored. Watching me type reports will do that to anyone, myself included,” he laughs and rests his head on his right paw. “Yelled at me for firing an employee earlier.”\n\n“I’m sorry Eli, I’ll talk to him next week.”\n\n“No, don’t. I get why he did, I’d probably have done the same.” Elliot uses his knee to tap the boy’s head, twitching his cock and producing a few drops to encourage him back in. Joey looks at the bottom of the table and around the enclosed space, the only signs of light coming through where the rabbit is positioned. He tilts forward and wraps his maw around the head, gently swirling his tongue over the cusp and beneath the foreskin as he pulls it back up between both paws. “Any plans for the weekend?”\n\n“Thinking of taking her on a little holiday, I want to make it work but she’s so demanding. The 30% is her. Crap you should have heard her when I got back last night, calling me all sorts of shit, and what she called you would make a sailor blush.”\n\n“I’ve been called plenty of things,” Elliot laughs. “I was thinking, I can meet your 25-30% but.”\n\n“Don’t give me a but, Elliot.”\n\n“But. That would come as a wage for Joey to be my assistant,” he continues. Beneath the desk the cub perks up and smacks his head, Elliot drumming his knuckles first out of view and then in view to try and cover it up. “There’s just a ton of grunt work, running back and forth places, meetings, just crap between managing here and being mayor.”\n\n“All the other mayors got them as part of the job though.”\n\n“And I fired the bitch the state sent because they were demanding more than Eliza makes in a month, per week. The people wanted someone to best spend their money, the people got someone. That person falls asleep when people aren’t looking because there’s not enough hours in a day.” Elliot draws his arms back under the desk and rests his head on the laptop keyboard. 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The soft suckling has stopped, and his foot is manipulated until it meets with a slick tapered end. “He should be asked first, let’s just get this done.” He flips open the folder and unsheathes the contract, signing his initials along the dotted line. “And there we go.” Elliot slips it back into the plastic and turns it around to the black canine sitting across from him. The rabbit’s hand seizes up and his nose twitches as he begins to flood Joey’s mouth with cum, trying to suppress the natural urge to moan with relief. Beneath the desk and wide-eyed Joey holds himself in place. The intensifying scent of cum grows in his nostrils so he forces himself further along the man’s shaft until it is down his throat, desperately trying to contain the obvious smell. “If you see Joey in town, tell him to hurry up with my lunch, I’m getting hungry,” Elliot remarks, pointing towards the door.\n\n“I have to head back up to work myself, tell him I love him. I’ll pick him up Monday,” Brian replies and slides off the edge of the chair, taking the invitation to leave.\n\nThe second the door has open and closed Joey peels his head off the still relatively hard cock and gulps down the remaining semen in his maw before returning his tongue to clean up the rest. “Hear that? Daddy loves you,” Elliot whispers, pushing his chair back to give the cub some space to breathe fresh air into his heaving chest. Joey’s eyes lull for a second before the assault on his length begins in full force, Elliot curving two toes around the dog’s tapered cock and vigorously stroking it. The pair are much less restrained now that they’re alone, panting and moaning freely as Elliot encourages his new assistant to suck his replenished erection.\n\nHaving learnt overnight just how quickly a rabbit can cum again Joey obeys, still hungry for more. The build-up in pressure of his own loins is hard to ignore as the teenager is skillfully stroked. 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With semen still staining his walls already Joey worms out of the weak embrace and stands at the edge of the bed, walking out with a slight limp as cum oozes out of his ass and down the cub’s taint.

The alarm begins to sound, spurring Elliot awake and to the other side of the bed. Rolling through the wet spot he slicks the ruffled and cuts the alarm short before checking the message alert. ‘Thanks Elliot, tell Joey I love him. Bringing the contract by at lunch then. Brian.’

Cracking his neck left and right and scratching inside his right ear he rocks forward and steps off the bed to head for the bathroom. The door pushes in and he is swiftly met with a roll of toilet paper hurtling at him. Quickly pulling it back over Elliot says, “Most people would lock the door!”

From within Joey growls, “Most people knock first.” He shifts around on the toilet and wipes his sticky cum laden hole clean, eyes fixed on the door. “It doesn’t stop…” he complains as more semen drips out, leaning forward and groaning.

“Can I pee?”

“Maybe if you built a bigger house you’d have another bathroom!” Joey replies, sounding like a dissatisfied boyfriend.

Ignoring the boy’s argument Elliot walks back into the bathroom naked and jumps in the shower. “Hurry up at least, I need to be in at 8,” he says. The water jets out in a dozen concentrated streams on his back while he lathers his fur with shampoo. Blindly reaching back and detaching the handle Elliot cleans the dirt and cum from his fur in a brief shower. Carefully positioning his feet away from the drain, he aims his cock and pees directly onto the metal cover happily.

“Let me.” Joey pulls open the door and is met with a jet of water square in the face, spraying the cub all over. He wipes his saturated face and glares at his childish caretaker who chuckles in response. “I could tell people you hurt me,” he warns, snarling.

“Hey, hey, don’t even joke about that,” Elliot replies, placing the shower head back in its place. Running his thumbs around the cub’s cheeks below the furrowed eyebrows Elliot leans in and places a small kiss on the black button nose. “I didn’t mean to force you into anything.”

Flashing a grin and biting on the man’s nose in turn Joey folds his black arms around the rabbit’s black chest. “I know.” The fur atop his head flips up and down as he nods. “Just didn’t let me get much sleep,” he says, starting to scratch shampoo into the fur around his ass.

“Sorry Joey, I’ll get you some breakfast and coffee on the way into work,” Elliot replies as he exits the shower and starts to dry off. Pulling their now clean and dry clothes from the machine Elliot dresses in his typical business attire of a white shirt with black pants, never straying far from the tones of his fur except when a tie is necessary. The drive is quiet beyond the chattering over the radio, Joey staring idly out the window as the trees zip by. “Grab yourself something too,” Elliot says, handing over his wallet as he pulls over just inside town at a small café.

Leaping out of the car and sauntering up to the wide-open doors Joey looks around the shelves of sweets and bread. “Mr. Rochestor’s coffee and a… bacon roll,” Joey says, looking over the headboard at the menu.\t

Behind the counter is a small mousy woman who smiles and nods replying, “Anything else?”

“No thank you.” He nods, leaning on the counter and looking at the blacked-out car. The boy fumbles with his paws, handing over the card to pay, collecting the food and coffee before heading back to the car.

Elliot reaches across and opens the door, rubbing the warm seat invitingly. He takes his coffee and sets it in the cup-holder and as soon as the door closes the rabbit starts to grope his guest’s crotch. “Gosh you’re cute,” he says, leaning in and kissing the boy on the cheek.

Flustered by the influx of affection Joey tilts his head down and brings his arms in close to peel away the hands grabbing him. “Sir not here,” he gasps.

“Alright.” Snapping back into his seat and turning the ignition to life. It’s only another two-minute drive through town to the factory, the main floor already buzzing with the sound of beavers chewing through wood. “Good morning Eliza,” he greets the receptionist, shuffling the dog in beside him.

“Good morning sir,” the mouse replies, her light blue eyes protected by a pair of small square frames. “Morning Joey.” She smiles at the boy who waves back coyly before hurrying through the reception area.

“When Brian shows up just let him through, he’s bringing the new contract,” Elliot instructs, chasing after his guest to the factory floor and upstairs to his office. “Sit down and behave.” He walks over to the opposite side of the desk and flops into the chair, dusting the scraps of wood off his white furred feet. Gulping down half the lukewarm coffee Elliot reaches into his desk and produces a silver laptop.

Sitting patiently across the room Joey cocks his head to the side, watching in relative silence beyond the sound of his teeth grinding his breakfast to mush. Thirty minutes of being ignored later he asks, “Is this all you do?”

Elliot pricks up in his chair having forgotten about the boy, engrossed in writing the sales report and flipping between windows to verify the sales numbers. “I have a lot to do before we shut for the holidays,” he replies, burying his face in his paws and slapping himself awake then downing the rest of the cold coffee.

“Weren’t you going to show me the factory in operation?” Joey starts to idly swing his legs, kicking the desk.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Union problems can’t wait,” Elliot sighs and pushes out from the desk shaking his head. He slams shut the laptop and grasps the boy by the shoulder, guiding him out of the office. “We can find out who has chipped teeth!” he remarks unenthusiastically, stomping down the stairs.

“Huh?” Joey looks around, curiously following his guide to the third bench of workers, all female beavers all employed with the task of smoothing out any obvious imperfections.

“Ladies.” Elliot raises his arm and draws a line from the far end to the nearest and says, “Two at a time, come with me.”

The women at the furthest end start the slow march into the break room, sitting down and opening their mouths obediently. “Another chipped tooth, boss?” one of the women asks, shaking her head.

It’s not the first time they’ve been through an inspection, Elliot wielding a magnifying glass to check the ends of their buck teeth. “Yeah, I’m sorry ladies. Employee safety is essential, and quality tells me someone has a cracked tooth. Send the next two in,” he replies. Newer to the company and increasingly younger along the line, the employees grow more aggravated with being called in. “And here.” The 12th woman to be inspected has a miniscule chip on the bottom of her right tooth. “Did you know?” he asks, having also grown increasingly annoyed with the process.

“No,” she answers, hanging her head and fixing her brown eyes on the magnifying glass. A small sniffle escapes from the woman as she wipes her eyes.

“Katherine, I’m sorry. But the contract and the union agreements say I can’t keep you here.” His voice loses the agitation and turns sympathetic, offering the woman a tissue from the counter.

She nods and blows her nose with the tissue then wipes the tears from beneath her sunken eyes. “Can’t you move me to assembly?”

Joey watches in shock as Elliot’s tone shifts to something robotic, “You’ll receive your severance on the way out, just speak to Eliza.” He places a hand on her shoulder and gently pets it before walking out in silence to the line. “You can get back to working,” he instructs, noting the decreased speed. “I’m sorry everybody, please ensure in the future that you let myself or Eliza know if there’s a chip or crack in a tooth. It helps us all.” Turning to the boy at his side with a solemn look, Elliot frowns and grasps him by the collar to lead him to the office. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Standing bewildered in front of the door Joey crosses his arms. “She was crying though, how could you do that?”

“Everyone cries when they lose their job Joey Allen, because it sucks. But the business can’t afford the quality loss or to be sued,” Elliot explains, typing in a new document to formalize the woman’s termination. “You asked if reports were all I do, they’re the less depressing parts of the day.” He leans back in his seat, reaching behind and swatting at the string that controls the blinds.

Joey walks around the edge of the room and tugs the string until the blinds are completely open, illuminating the cold office with the warm midday sun. The boy props his arms over his tutor’s shoulders, struggling to read the jargon riddled document. “I’m hungry,” his stomach grumbles as the laptop’s time reads 12:30, moments before a buzzing downstairs to unleash the employees on the break room.

“I can’t go anywhere until your dad shows,” Elliot replies. He shifts in his chair and kisses the teenager’s soft maw, slipping his arm through the slat in the chair to grasp Joey’s rear and flips the fuzzy black tail around. “How ‘bout this for lunch?” With his left-hand Elliot undoes his pants and filters his erection through the gap in his underwear, tugging his foreskin up and down.

Following an eager nod Joey kneels beside the chair, receiving a few nudges with the knee until he positions himself under the desk. Elliot brings the chair in closer to the desk, continuing his work as a smirk develops on his face. Joey inhales the man’s scent and starts to massage the thick shaft between both hands, the warmth of his breath encouraging droplets of precum to form at the tip. Typing away into a spreadsheet, his breath hastens at the flitting of a curious tongue along his urethra and the tight encompassing of Joey’s lips around the cusp of his head.
Distracted by the pleasure Elliot startles at the sound of the door handle twisting and the black canine striding in without a moment’s hesitation. “Mr. Allen,” Elliot greets his guest, instinct spurs his legs to stand until he forces himself to settle back down, left in a compromising position. Rather than be courteous he instead offers the seat across from him and folds his arms.

“Mr. Rochestor, the newly printed contract as per your request,” Brian remarks, setting down the folder beside the open laptop.

Nervous that something might be glimpsed Elliot pulls his chair in even further, leaving Joey with even less room as he is pushed against the underside of the desk. “Put business aside Brian, how’d dinner go?”

“Dinner was good. Sarah was furious when she found out you were looking after Joey though, bitch listened to your voicemail from last night,” Brian replies. He shrugs nonchalantly but the half-hearted smile tells another story. “Where is he anyway?”

“I sent him in town to grab some lunch, I couldn’t run out before you showed up,” Elliot remarks. “It’s nice not needing to waste time getting food myself though, gave me time to catch up on some costs.” Having grown too nervous with his father so close Joey peels off the shaft slowly, however a small tap of the foot against his waist spurs him to resume touching the foreskin and jerking Elliot off. “He’s handy to have around.”

“He’s a good kid, just wish his mother could see past his… tendencies,” Brian replies. “Has he behaved?”

“Yeah, been bored. Watching me type reports will do that to anyone, myself included,” he laughs and rests his head on his right paw. “Yelled at me for firing an employee earlier.”

“I’m sorry Eli, I’ll talk to him next week.”

“No, don’t. I get why he did, I’d probably have done the same.” Elliot uses his knee to tap the boy’s head, twitching his cock and producing a few drops to encourage him back in. Joey looks at the bottom of the table and around the enclosed space, the only signs of light coming through where the rabbit is positioned. He tilts forward and wraps his maw around the head, gently swirling his tongue over the cusp and beneath the foreskin as he pulls it back up between both paws. “Any plans for the weekend?”

“Thinking of taking her on a little holiday, I want to make it work but she’s so demanding. The 30% is her. Crap you should have heard her when I got back last night, calling me all sorts of shit, and what she called you would make a sailor blush.”

“I’ve been called plenty of things,” Elliot laughs. “I was thinking, I can meet your 25-30% but.”

“Don’t give me a but, Elliot.”

“But. That would come as a wage for Joey to be my assistant,” he continues. Beneath the desk the cub perks up and smacks his head, Elliot drumming his knuckles first out of view and then in view to try and cover it up. “There’s just a ton of grunt work, running back and forth places, meetings, just crap between managing here and being mayor.”

“All the other mayors got them as part of the job though.”

“And I fired the bitch the state sent because they were demanding more than Eliza makes in a month, per week. The people wanted someone to best spend their money, the people got someone. That person falls asleep when people aren’t looking because there’s not enough hours in a day.” Elliot draws his arms back under the desk and rests his head on the laptop keyboard. He runs his fingers around the boy’s ears and encourages him back down, subtly humping into Joey’s maw and masking his moans as yawns.

“She’s going to murder me Elliot,” Brian replies. “He’s got school as well.”

Tilting his head up and nodding with a satisfied smile Elliot says, “The holidays are almost here, rather than risk him out logging, he can be safe in an office.” Joey holds his head at around the midpoint of the rabbit’s cock, sliding his tongue over and under the sides as it gently passes in and out of his maw. The man’s thrusts are hidden by his fidgeting uncomfortably on the desk as he tries to relax.

“Elliot.” Brian snaps his fingers as his host’s eyes drift shut, entering a state of momentary bliss. “Are you going to sign the contract, or shall we draw up something new for Joey?”

Stretching his arms back up high and reaching across his desk for a pen, Elliot furrows his eyebrows in confusion. The soft suckling has stopped, and his foot is manipulated until it meets with a slick tapered end. “He should be asked first, let’s just get this done.” He flips open the folder and unsheathes the contract, signing his initials along the dotted line. “And there we go.” Elliot slips it back into the plastic and turns it around to the black canine sitting across from him. The rabbit’s hand seizes up and his nose twitches as he begins to flood Joey’s mouth with cum, trying to suppress the natural urge to moan with relief. Beneath the desk and wide-eyed Joey holds himself in place. The intensifying scent of cum grows in his nostrils so he forces himself further along the man’s shaft until it is down his throat, desperately trying to contain the obvious smell. “If you see Joey in town, tell him to hurry up with my lunch, I’m getting hungry,” Elliot remarks, pointing towards the door.

“I have to head back up to work myself, tell him I love him. I’ll pick him up Monday,” Brian replies and slides off the edge of the chair, taking the invitation to leave.

The second the door has open and closed Joey peels his head off the still relatively hard cock and gulps down the remaining semen in his maw before returning his tongue to clean up the rest. “Hear that? Daddy loves you,” Elliot whispers, pushing his chair back to give the cub some space to breathe fresh air into his heaving chest. Joey’s eyes lull for a second before the assault on his length begins in full force, Elliot curving two toes around the dog’s tapered cock and vigorously stroking it. The pair are much less restrained now that they’re alone, panting and moaning freely as Elliot encourages his new assistant to suck his replenished erection.

Having learnt overnight just how quickly a rabbit can cum again Joey obeys, still hungry for more. The build-up in pressure of his own loins is hard to ignore as the teenager is skillfully stroked. Despite being able to breathe more clearly his chest heaves as the knot bursts free of his sheath along with a dozen spurts of highly liquid cum onto the white foot. “I want to be your assistant sir,” Joey begs, turning his attention from the cock to the saturated paw and eating his own mess. There’s not a moment to breathe for either as he hurries from beneath the desk, knot drawn out and hanging free as he bends himself over.

Elliot teases his cock against the cub’s entrance before a pain in his stomach strikes, along with a grumbling. He backs off and pulls up his underwear back over his length and offers the soft rear-end a spank. “I’d give you another one, but if my lunch isn’t here in fifteen minutes I might have to fire you,” he says.

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