Mating Season (closed for Armphid)

[Armphid]

Father was right. If you opened up to someone, even if they made you do it, you paid for it. Damn, why was the old bastard always right?

Taylor had told Toussaint what he'd asked for, and what did he get? More insults. Like it was so easy to just suddenly be someone else or do something else. He wanted to say something, anything to defend himself, but the brawny black man's words and tone made it clear he was not to be interrupted but allowed to say his piece. And that even when he was done, he wouldn't tolerate anything but agreement.

The best he could manage was a glare that became less angry and more hurt and then a little afraid as the larger man went around making sure the door was locked. And all the blinds were pulled tightly shut. And then started to clear a space. Holy shit, what was he planning? He clearly meant to do something, and something he didn't want anyone else to see.

When he had a clear space int he living room, he startled Taylor further by dropping his pants. The young white man's eyes went wide and he felt his own cock lurch and grow semi-hard. Was he going to...he wasn't even sure what. He rose and walked into the room at the beckoning of the man who had somehow gained such control over him. Taylor could help but stare as Toussaint's long, thick, massive black cock grew stiff and hard, jutting out into the air. Oh...oh, fuck. He wanted to touch it, wanted it on his skin, in his mouth, fucking his ass...What the hell was wrong with him?

The other man's warning was listened to, and heeded, he wasn't taking anything for granted at this point. But what could-

Then everything changed.

His eyes felt like they were about to bug out of his head and his mouth fell open in shock. His mind shut down; no thought coursing through his conscious brain at all as he watched the terrifying and amazing transformation that Toussaint went through. When he reared up into the giant wolf-man hybrid, something in his distant race memory cried out in recognition but he didn't scream. He didn't run. He didn't even move. He just stared in disbelief and fear. ...And arousal. His erection still persisted, even through this.

When Toussaint became a wolf fully, larger than any wolf that should have existed, Taylor blinked and numbly began to come back to his senses. Again, he didn't run or cry out. He moved slowly, very slowly, to just sit down on the floor before his legs gave out under him. The giant wolf walked into the kitchen and came back with the last beer, dropping it in his lap.

"I...yes. I won't freak out. Or try not to." He had...not heard the words, exactly, but knew them. Knew what Toussaint the wolf was trying to say. He picked up the beer and stared at it a moment. He hated to drink. He did it during business events and when he had to charm clients but in his personal life, never. Not after all his life of watching his Mother. But now he pulled the cap off and slugged the beer back, gulping and gulping and gulping it all down in one long chugging go.

He let it down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wasn't going to freak out. "You're a werewolf. Holy fuck. You're a werewolf. Werewolves are real. That means other things are real." Taylor's eyes were dazed as he looked at Toussaint. "...Your wolf...form? Shape? It's...wow. Impressive, you look good. You always look good." There were so many questions he wanted to ask, all shooting around his brain at once. "Werewolves are real. What...else is real?"

Taylor licked his lips and looked at the gigantic canine. He should be scared out of his damn mind. But he wasn't. It was almost like when he was talking about his family earlier; this was a thing that simply was. "...Why...are you working at a law firm? Aren't you supposed to fight vampires or something?" He flushed then, "And why show me? You don't think much of me, though you know I'll keep your secret. So...why?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

"And why show me? You don't think much of me, though you know I'll keep your secret. So...why?"

Toussaint sat up at that, his overlarge canine head lifting from it's perch on his forelegs to tip slightly to the side. The action was just human enough that Taylor might read the question in it. "I would have shown you if I didn't think much of you," he thought as he rose up on all fours.

With his canine senses in full effect, Toussaint was having a hell of a time containing himself in Taylor's presence. His scent, a strange mix of fear and lust, was almost intoxicating and it wreaked havoc on his self-control. That was the thing about his wolf, all base instincts with very little nuanced thought. Even as Taylor sat full clothed before him, visions of his bare ass in the air on all fours flooded his mind. And what he wouldn't do to bury his nose between those plump orbs. It didn't help that the serum he used to spike Taylor's coffee carried his own scent, so to Toussaint's wolf, Taylor was already his mate. It was instinct that forced his thick wolf cock out of it's sheathe as he stood up on all fours.

His tail flitted back and forth as he eyed the smaller man before him. If he wanted to Toussaint could rip him to shreds, but lucky for Taylor his wolf was less of a killing machine than his half form. It was a social creature for the most part and before he could stop himself, Toussaint was lumbering over to Taylor.

"How can anyone smell so good," he thought as he ran his wet nose along Taylor's neck then sneezed when he got wind of his cologne. "Except that...that's terrible...gotta tell him not to wear that anymore...just him...I only want to smell him," came as he ran his nose down his chest and pushed up under his armpit. There was another sneeze before Toussaint gave up on his upper body and went for Taylor's crotch. But first he used his massive head to push him flat on his back before he nosed his way between his legs.

"Mmmm perfect...soooo perfect," he thought as his tongue came out to lap at Taylor's crotch. Toussaint was in heaven, his tail beating rapidly against the floor as he nuzzled against Taylor's erection but of course, he had very little interest in it. What Toussaint wanted was below, beneath his balls, the source of the sweet mucky scent of the man who had driven him crazy for months before drastic measure were taken. His long flat tongue moved rapidly against the rough fabric of his tailored pants and Toussaint was delighted to find that the cotton did little to mask his flavor. Still, he wanted more but couldn't bring himself to pull away.

 

[Armphid]

How he was able to hear the thoughts of the wolf, he couldn't understand. But it made as much sense as any of this. The point that Toussaint had made was a cogent one. He showed him this for a reason but then why browbeat him and tear him down like he had today? What was the point of all this?

And why...there was a smell in the air now that the black man had turned into the huge wolf. He'd smelled it before in his office but it had been fainter. It was so strong now; wild, masculine, beastial, and wonderful. It had his pulse picking up and his breathing as well. What was it about all this that was...well...it was like it was turning him on.

As the wolf got up on all fours, Taylor opened his mouth to say something, he wasn't sure what, but then he got a brief eyeful of the long, thick wolf cock slipping from the shapeshifter's body. Holy fuck. That thing was...big. And the shape was so strange, and...and why did he suddenly want to feel it?

He shivered as the large animal approached and there was some fear in him but it was muted as he was nosed and sniffed. It was...so personal, so intimate. At the thought about his cologne, Taylor flushed and nodded, "I won't wear it then, if you just want to smell me-whoa!"

The large head butted his chest and knocked him onto his back like he was a small child. He gasped and shivered as there was more nosing, more sniffing and then, "Ohhh!" A long, thick, strong, warm tongue was licking at him. Licking his crotch through his pants and it felt...it felt good! Should it feel good? Wasn't this even more screwed up than wanting Toussaint to fuck him as a big black man? More licks came and he gasped at the pleasure he felt, at the same time aware that this...was not quite what Toussaint wanted.

But he thought he might know.

"W-wait, wait." He dared to reach out and run his hands over the furry head in a motion that was both a caress and a gentle push. "Let me make it easier, okay?" He wiggled back a bit and then reached down to unbuckled her belt and undo his suit pants before pulling them open and, after taking a deep breath, pushed both them and his boxers down his legs. Taylor pulled his legs up and slipped the garments off complete, leaving him bare from the waist down, save for his black business socks. "Better? Do you want me to...be in a different position?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint sat back on his hounches, massive head tilted to the side. His eyes narrowed as he stared quizzically at the now bottomless Taylor Swain. The fact the he mentioned his cologne and then stripped down to expose his delectable derriere with a word from him was an odd turn of events. And then there was lack of fear in the air. He'd noted how the acrid scent slowly dissipated as he began his olfactory exploration. There was no mistaking it, Taylor was enjoying this just as much as him and he should have been triumphant.

Instead Toussaint felt oddly unnerved by the fact that Taylor seemed so in tune with his desires. In an instant he was back to his human form, is face set in a scowl as he stood. But still his erection remained, strong and solid. A steady string of pre drip from his tip as he rubbed his nose in an attempt to clear it of the sensory overload so he could think.

His first thought was that somehow Taylor was reading his mind but he quickly pushed that aside. If that were the case then why would he allow himself to end up in such a predicament. Even if deep down he wanted to submit, why go through the whole rigmarole of being drugged and forced. Why pretend to be uninterested?

"You could hear me," he said, not meaning to out loud. As soon as the thought occurred to him, it came tumbling out his mouth and Toussaint's eyes went wide a moment as the words of the sorceress replayed in his mind. "You might get more than you bargained for," she told him and Toussaint sheepishly disregarded it. He had been all too eager, but that was the effect Taylor had on him.

But he couldn't allow the revelation to distract him from his plans, if anything it only emboldened him. His tongue came out to wet his lips. The corners of his full mouth drew up ever so slightly as he looked at Taylor, rock hard and ready for him. "Better would be if you stripped down, took that tight little ass upstairs, and washed that horrid stink you call cologne off. I already called the office to tell them we won't be back so you're mine until I'm done with you for the night."

With that Toussaint reached down and grabbed Taylor by his shirt front, unintentionally tearing the first few buttons as he pulled him to his feet. The shirt already ruined, he didn't see a reason not to finish it off, so he made short work with the rest before yanking it away completely. He grabbed Taylor's tie next, winding it around his fist, before he headed for the stairs.

The bathroom was easy to find and Toussaint led Taylor inside, holding his tie like a leash. Held it still as he surveyed the products arrayed around the small but clean bathroom. There were more body washes and moisturizers than Toussaint thought anybody needed, male or female, but he understood how skewed his perception was when it came to personal hygiene. Weres as a species were acutely dependent on scent and the need for human to society to cloud their pheromones with fragrance made mingling with normal difficult. Everything Taylor owned was scented, the best Toussaint could do was find the least offense of the selection.

That turned out to be shampoo and he handed it over with a shrug. "Soap is soap, but from now on buy unscented things. Soap, shampoo, lotion...everything. And skip deodorant when we're alone," he said, taking a step to Taylor to allow the tip of his cock to poke against his flat stomach. "You humans find musk offensive but it tells a story. I can tell everything I need to know about someone from just one whiff, so scrub up pretty boy," he said and reached around to give Taylor's ass a hard slap before shoving him into the shower.

Toussaint left him alone to explore the rest of the upstairs. It wasn't snooping, only because there wasn't much to find. Taylor had very little by way of personal effects and that was sad. Even in his partially transient lifestyle, Toussaint had accumulated a wealth of things he found interesting. His album of old post cards. His kill trophies. His collection of campy horror films. Taylor had none of this, and Toussaint shook his head as he flopped down on the bed. He rolled around a few times to spread his scent before he grabbed the remote and flipped on the television.

It was one of those ultra high-end smart TVs with satellite and streaming services galore. There as even an internet browser and Toussaint smirked as he opened it up to find Taylor's most recent search history. He scrolled through until he found something interesting, a video tagged "Cuckold films slut wife in BBC gang bang". It wasn't exactly his taste, Toussaint wasn't much into the gangbang scene but he himself had acted as a bull on more than one occasion for couples who liked to play with others. He hit play and found that it wasn't exactly a gangbang, more of a 3-way with several spectators beating off as they surveyed the action. It wasn't all that entertaining, and Toussaint started to turn it off but changed his mind thinking it might be fun to see Taylor's reaction.

 

[Armphid]

In less than a second, Toussaint the wolf was a man again. Taylor looked up at him with a concerned expression at the narrowed eyes and scowling glare on the werewolf's face. What was wrong? Hadn't that been what he wanted? He felt a little afraid again..why was he afraid of the man but not the giant wolf? None of this made sense at all! Was he...had he just gone insane?

Before he could speak about the strange communication between them, he was being hauled to his feet. His shirt was turn to shreds by the powerful man, leaving him just in his socks, tie, and the shirt collar. His dick was almost painfully hard due to that and while he was pulled and lead upstairs by his tie like a leash.

He was Toussaint's until he was done with him for the night. And it wasn't even noon yet. That thought sent a shiver through him. What did the older man have planned?

He watched as his bathroom supplies were gone through, Toussaint's nose frequently wrinkling. As the shampoo was put in his hands, Taylor nodded. "Unscented, right, I-Aah!" The slap to his ass surprised him as did the push, Taylor stumbling into the shower and just feeling grateful he didn't bang his shins on the tub.

He sighed and pulled the shower curtain closed. He had to get clean for Toussaint. Why was that so important to him? Why did he find himself agreeing to and doing everything the man demanded of him? The water was cold at first but he leaned into the stream. It shocked his body but also alerted his senses, drilling home the fact that this was all real. He used his bathing poof to scrub his skin in the heating stream without any of the shampoo first to get the cologne smell off as best he could. Then he used the shampoo to lather up his whole body. Then he rinsed fully and thoroughly, pulling the head down to make sure he washed his ass and genitalia. The steam was billowing a bit from the bathroom as he did another scrub just with a bare washcloth one last time before shutting off the water.

He could hear something from the bedroom as he dried himself. Toussaint had turned on the tv? Taylor's skin was a little pink from the scrubbing and shower, as well as a bit damp when he walked down the hall. Toussaint lay on his bed, stretched out and oh. Oh, he was watching that!

Taylor paled and then blushed. What could he possibly say? "I've been watching a lot of interracial porn lately. This one is all right but there are better ones that I've seen." It wasn't like he hadn't fantasized about Tousssint fucking Sandy too, but mostly it was him. Like right now, he felt an urge to crawl onto the bed and start sucking the stronger man's pride. "We can watch more, if you want. That reminds me, I didn't get a chance to call Sandy and let her know not to come over today." She wasn't supposed to come over but that didn't mean she wouldn't and she did have a key. "Should I go call her?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

"Well that depends," Toussaint said as he set the remote down. His cock twitched as he gazed at Taylor's still dewy skin. The shampoo was perfect, barely covering his natural scent and Toussaint had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself on the bed. He did sit up though, and scooted down to sit at the foot of the bed. The sounds of the video drifted into the background, drowned out by the steady thump of Taylor's heart. "How upset would you be if she came here and found you on your knees with your ass in the air? If she caught you giving in to your dirty little cocksucker fantasy? I bet she'd break up with you on the spot, but given how much you two care about appearances, do you think she'd keep your secret?"

Toussaint stood up then, he couldn't help himself, to tower above Taylor. His hand went immediately to touch him, his milky flesh still slightly red from the hot shower. The touch, while rough, was more of a caress as he ran his meaty paw down the smaller man's chest. It occurred to him then, with the thrill of that first raw touch, that he was probably gay. Or at the very least bisexual, why else would the feeling of another man's taut abs feel so good beneath his fingertips. It felt right, and for the first time he understood his mating frenzy.

According to Lycanthrope lore, mating was about more than sex. It was a spiritual thing, one soul recognizing it's compliment in another. And it was forever. Toussaint's father told him that when he met his mother, he just knew. It didn't matter that she was paired with the Alpha of his adopted pack, or that she was nearly ten years older than him, he had to have her. After years of being Alpha shewolf, she had yet to bare a child, and Toussaint's took that as a sign. She was waiting for him. He nearly died in the fight and got himself exiled from the pack, but she came with him. Ten months later Toussaint was born. His father said it was fate, Toussaint always thought it was bullshit. The story of a bold young man stealing the wife of another, but now he understood that feeling. The pull. The fact that Taylor was human was an afterthought.

Especially when his hand moved down his slender side to slip around his back and gently cup soft round ass. Before he could stop himself, Toussaint was pulling Taylor close as he lean down. His other hand went to the back of his neck, tilting Taylor's head up ever so slightly. Alarm bells rang out in his head as their lips met. It was a complete breach of protocol and Toussaint was certain Taylor would feel his want for him as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. The kiss was deep, passion filled with Toussaint pawing at him possessively as his hips thrust forward, knocking their hardons together.

"I'm sorry," he said with a chuckle, pulling Taylor back with handful of hair. It was a gentle tug, nothing like the yank he gave at the office, and he actually smiled at him as their eyes met. "I asked you a question, right?"

 

[Armphid]

Before he could answer the question, Toussaint had stood and loomed over him. The white young man stiffened at the feeling of the powerful dark hand running over his body. His own cock swelled to full hardness at that touch and he shivered as a soft whimper escaped his lips. God, why did he like that so much? Why did this strong black man's touch feel better than that of any woman he'd ever been with?

He realized that he was about to be kissed a moment before it happened. His heart leaped in his chest and then Toussaint's lips were on his. They were warm and soft but strong. Their embrace of his was possessive and hungry, full of raw and primal want but tinged with something deeper. Taylor accepted the kiss, pressed back with his own lips, his signaling a trembling but clear openness. He didn't understand any of that was happening. His mind hadn't fully processed or even accepted all that had happened. But whatever this was he could not deny it. He pressed his ass back against Toussaint's hand. He felt their cocks rubbing together, the older black man's larger and thicker meat almost smacking his around but oh, fuck, it felt good!

The tug pulled his head back and he nodded, breathing a bit heavier, "Y-yes, the questions. I think she'd...be hurt I hadn't told her about it. We're not in love but we still care about each other. She would probably break up with me, yes. Part of our going out is being faithful to each other, and she'd be mad that I hadn't been. I think she'd keep it quiet...as long as she knew that I was okay."

He looked up with a sheepish expression, "I know it's a strange thing I have with her. But even if it's not love, there's real affection there. I think...if she knew, could understand how...right this feels for me, even if I don't get why, she'd be happy for me. Eventually."

 

[Pound4Pound]

"I know it's a strange thing I have with her. But even if it's not love, there's real affection there. I think...if she knew, could understand how...right this feels for me, even if I don't get why, she'd be happy for me. Eventually."

Toussaint tried not to smile at that, he did, but he couldn't stop his lips from spreading as he heard Taylor say those words. How right this feels for me. Patience had never been one of his strong suits and who knew how long it would have taken for him to get the cocky little attorney to bend for him. As far as he was concerned the visit to the sorceress was worth it, if only for expedient's sake.

Hearing those words also allowed him to soften up a little, knowing that Taylor was just as confused and enthralled by his feelings for him. He allowed himself to kiss him again, to taste his soft lips once more as he hand slipped down to grip the back of Taylor's slender neck.

"Affection and love are two very different things Taylor...and you deserve to have both," he said as he ran his thumb along the smaller man's bottom lip. "What you're parents have...you deserve more than that. I'm not saying you should break things off with her but maybe you should start thinking about what you want for a change and not what everybody expects of you. Be your own fucking man Taylor Swain. Call her or don't...who knows she might even like seeing this side of you," he added with a wink as he stepped away from him to climb back onto the bed.

Toussaint stretched out, his hand going immediately to his cock as he looked at Taylor. His dark eyes roamed his naked form hungrily as he slowly stroked his length and his tongue came out to wet his lips. "You better make the decision a quick one," he grunted as he began jerking his cock in earnest. "If you not here to catch this nut, there's gonna be hell to pay."

 

[Armphid]

Something about what he'd said seemed to please Toussaint. The smile on his face seemed natural, and almost drawn again the man's will. He shivered again at the touch on the base of his neck and the kiss that was dominating and powerful but tender in its own way.

Taylor wasn't sure what to say or do as the brawny black man encouraged him to risk, to be his own man. What...did what mean? How would he even start? He didn't really have much that was his in his life. It had been all about living up to what he thought he should be.

Be his own fucking man...

He licked his lips as he saw the taller, stronger man stretched out on his bed, pumping his big, throbbing cock. God, he wanted it. His upbringing told him he should call Sandy and warn her off; that if she came by the discovery and risk of scandal was too great.

Be his own fucking man.

Taylor walked over to the side of the bed, "I still don't understand why I feel this way and I'm so confused. But I know that...that I want that big nut of yours, however and wherever you want to give it to me. If she comes, then she does and we'll see what happens."

He got onto the bed on his hands and knees, "How...should I take it? C-can I...can I suck your cock? Or at least let you shoot in my mouth? Please."

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint did nothing to conceal his shock at Taylor's words. Even if he had been compelled to tell the truth by the potion, there had still been some hesitation in his honesty before. Now there was none, and despite the somewhat bashful expression on his face, Taylor seemed all too eager to make good on his word.

"Take your time," Toussaint mumbled as he released his cock to take hold of Taylor's neck, guiding him down to his tip. "I like a eager bitch but if you nick my shit I'll knock your teeth out," he said with a chuckle that seemed my sinister than playful. "Whether this is your first time or not doesn't matter to me because I doubt you've ever had anything like what I got in your mouth before. But that doesn't mean you can slack off. I want to feel how much you want it...how much you need this big black dick in your life. I want to feel how much you been dreaming about being on your knees for me...about being my little bitchboy cocksucker."

 

[Armphid]

The threat in Toussant's voice was clear. Taylor felt doubt knotting his stomach as he looked down at the thick, towering pole of the black man's hard dick. He'd never sucked a cock in his life! Let alone a monster piece of fuckmeat like this!

He licked his lips and swallowed nervously, taking a few steadying breaths. God, what was he doing? All the certainty he'd felt a few moments ago, that "fuck it' attitude, was gone.

He reached down to wrap a hand around the base of Toussaint's cock to steady it, hoping he was called to task for using his hand. Then he leaned down, his nose filling with Toussaint's manly musk as he did so, and kissed the head. "Oh, God," he breathed. It was...it was so warm. So hard. So...strong. He kissed it again and then swirled his tongue over and around it like it was a meat lollipop. The taste and feel, he could never have described it but it felt...good. Right.

He licked down the underside of the huge prick and then up to the crown before taking another deep breath and opening wide. He tried to will his teeth back, not wanting them to be knocked out by the man who had taken over his life. He took the big, bulbous head and about three inches of dick into his mouth. His tongue fluttered on the underside as he sealed his lips around the shaft and started to suckle on the man's proud cock.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"That's right," Toussaint groaned as he watched Taylor take his first tentative lick. And it was clear to him in that moment that this was in fact his first time. His full lips spread into a grin as he watched the slender man get acquainted with his hardness.

It was awkward at first, but that didn't make it feel any less good. Despite his lack of experience, Taylor did exactly as Toussaint told him and before long his toes were curled from the suction. He let out a low growl and fisted a chunk of Taylor's hair as the pretty boy bobbed up and down his shaft. He wanted him to take it all but Toussaint knew that would take time. And with the potion working it's magic he had little doubt that Taylor would take his entire length in due time.

But just because he was patient didn't mean he didn't want more. Toussaint sat up abruptly, holding Taylor down on his shaft a moment while he reached to grab his leg with the other hand, yanking the smaller man's lower body closer. He gave his ass a few hard slaps before he lay back against the pillows and ran his fingers down the crack of his ass.

"We definitely gonna have to wait for the toys," he said with a breathy chuckle as he ran his finger over Taylor's tight asshole. "I can barely get my finger in. My cock'll tear you in half and that wouldn't be any fun, would it bitch? No, we're gonna have to work this out a little bit ain't we? Get you good and loose before I can pound into this ass right pretty boy? That's what you want, right? For me to bust your cherry...to bounce on my dick like a good little black cock slut?"

All the while he spoke Toussaint probed and prodded Taylor with his long thick fingers. He let go his hair to grab hold of one cheek, spreading him open while he licked and sucked his own fingers, slathering them with spit before he made his first attempt at breaching his rim. "Just relax baby...I won't hurt you," he whispered, shocking himself with his gentle tone as he circled the tight pink hole with his finger tip. "Open up for me."

 

[Armphid]

Taylor couldn't believe the sense of delighted satisfaction that was coursing through him as he sucked on Toussaint's thick, manly dick. All those videos he'd watched, the pics he'd looked at, the captions and comments talking about how good it was to suck and take black cock and it had been hot but he hadn't thought it could be that way. It was. It was for him. He moaned around the hot, hard meat in his mouth, trying to take more in, his lips staying tightly pressed to the shaft.

He squealed in shock a bit when he was grabbed and pulled around, now positioned almost parallel to Toussaint with his head still willingly impaled on the dark skinned man's shaft and his ass at ready access to the man who'd so taken over his life.

The strong hand exploring his ass made him shiver and moan, and he felt pre-cum dripping from his own cock. It was what Toussaint said that made it so hot, so sexy. Getting him ready for this monster. God! When he said the words 'black cock slut' Taylor moaned again. He risked pulling off the cock just enough to speak, his lips brushing the head as he did so, "Yes, fuck, yes, I want that. I want you to take my cherry, make me your bitch, finish turning me into a slut for big black cock, your big black cock."

Then he dropped back down, managing to take another inch of huge rod down his throat. His eyes were tearing up but he didn't care. This was worth it. He sucked like an eager and well paid whore, his tongue fluttering and fanning the underside of his man's prick the whole time.

Somehow Toussaint urging him to relax actually helped him to do so. He felt the muscles calming and untensing and then-"MmMMP!" His cry was muffled by the beer can thick meat that was pushing into his throat at this point and his eyes rolled towards the back of his head as his sphincter gave and the powerful man's thick finger popped into his virgin channel. He whimpered around the meat plugging his mouth and his ass flexed around the invader, unintentionally squeezing and milking.

 

[Pound4Pound]

The feeling of his finger sinking into Taylor's ass as his cock slipped down his throat had Toussaint's eyes rolling to the back of his head. He hadn't expected it to be so easy but he guessed the rules of absolute obedience applied to Taylor's mind as well as his body. Elation washed over him and the air of dominance slipped from his being for just a moment. They were just too men, lost in the pleasure of each other's flesh. Toussaint reached down with his free hand, gently stroking Taylor's still wet hair as he eased as second finger up his chute.

"Fuck baby," he muttered, his dark eyes at slits watching his cock slowly disappear behind Taylor's eager lips. Toussaint wanted to kiss him again, to throw him down and show him just how badly he wanted him. But he kept his position, allowing the slender man to bring him closer to climax.

He could feel it coming. His stomach muscles tightened as he dug his heels into the mattress. The explosion was eminent. The feel of Taylor's cock leaking against his side pushed him over the edge. Stars danced in vision as a low contented growl rumbled up from his chest. Toussaint grit his teeth to keep his beast at bay, not wanting his claws to grow while his fingers were lodged in Taylor hot little ass. He also had the presence of mind to pull his eager little cockslut back so just the tip of his cock remained in his mouth and held him there.

"Look up at me bitch," he grunted, as the first blast of his hot load shot into Taylor's pretty mouth. "I wanna see how good I taste...and you better not swallow a drop until I tell you to...hold it all," he groaned all the while shooting rope after rope of his seed.

Toussaint could feel it filling his mouth and eventually it began to dribble out the corners of his mouth. A thought flashed into his mind, a deliciously naughty one, and he couldn't stop himself from setting it into motion. One minute his hand was in Taylor's hair, the next it was around his slender throat, pulling him up as Toussaint sat forward. They were nose to nose for a moment before Toussaint broke his gaze to run his nose down along Taylor's neck to enjoy they way their scents mingled together, all the while his fingers still pumped in his plush ass.

"Mmmm I taste good on you bitch," he said after running his tongue along the string of cum that ran down Taylor's chin. Their eyes locked again before Toussaint allowed himself claim those pouty lips again, shoving his tongue into his mouth. It wasn't the first time he'd tasted his own musk in the mouth of another but never had it been so sweet.

 

[Armphid]

The slender white boy stiffened and then moaned as a second finger pushed into him. Fuck! So full! It ached, hurt a little, but it also felt good. And more than that, he felt a sense of satisfaction at taking so much, being so ready for Toussaint. It was a far cry from even two fingers to being close to taking the werewolf's huge cock, but it was still something he was proud of.

God, law school, his job, and what he was most proud of was that? What did that say about him? Or...what did it say about his other achievements?

He had about half of Toussaint's beast down his throat when he heard the man's breathing change, felt his powerful body tensing. Oh, God! Oh, yes! Was he going to cum? Had he-

He let out a strangled gasp as the black man hauled him up until only the head was in his mouth and then-

Taylor moaned in pleasure as he felt and tasted the first burst of salty cum blast into his mouth. His green eyes met Toussaint's as were held there; showing the brawny man a look of happy satisfaction and desire. God, it tasted so good! So wild and earthy and rich! He shivered, his own hard prick weeping pre-cum against the strong man's side as more and more and more pumped into his mouth. He did his best to hold it all but there was so much! How could he cum this much? It was impossible! It was fantastic!

He almost spat it out in surprise when he was grabbed by the throat and hauled to face his feral master. His ass twisted around the fingers buried inside and he trembled as it sent a shot of pleasure and a twinge of pain through him. He kept still, desperately trying to fill his lungs with air through his nose as he was smelled. His eyes widened as Toussaint's lips claimed his and then he moaned as the other man's tongue thrust into his mouth.

Taylor slid his arms up the black man's shoulders, embracing him as best he could, his tongue rubbing and twining with Toussaint's as it dominated him. God...this was so...wrong but so right. He'd just taken a load of cum from a black man...and he'd loved it. And he was loving this sinful delight of sharing it, even as he wanted to drink it all and ask for more.

 

[Pound4Pound]

As Taylor wrapped his arms around him, Toussaint slipped his fingers out of his ass to grip his cheeks. The other tugged at his thigh, giving Taylor a silent instruction to lift up and wrap his slender legs around his torso. He felt so small in his arms and Toussaint had an overwhelming desire to protect him. And it shocked him, so much so that he found himself simply staring, at a complete lose for what to do next.

The heat of his hard-on against pressed against his hard abs. The stark contrast of Taylor's alabaster skin against his own deep chocolate. His scent filling his nose with every deep breath. It was almost too much, overloading his senses and in an instant he was hard again, his stiffness nestling itself firmly between the cleft in Taylor's pert rear as Toussaint lay him down.

"That was better than expected," Toussaint growled, his face pressed into the crock of Taylor's neck as he breathed in his scent, all the while his hands roaming Taylor's exposed flesh. His body was on autopilot, hips rutting slowly as he gripped the back of his knees to push his legs back. "You're a better bitch than I thought you'd be," he added with a wink as he sat back on his heels, a predatory grin on his face. "My bitch..."

It came in a whisper, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud, and he grit his teeth as the words registered in his mind. Had he been a wolf, Taylor would have heard those crass words as a sort of marriage proposal and Toussaint kicked himself for being so careless.

But he wasn't a wolf, just a immature human with a hot ass and pretty mouth. And piercing green eyes. And the smoothest skin Toussaint had ever seen. And again he found himself staring, eyes fixed on the rise and fall of his chest as his hands explored his lithe legs. There was no mistaking it, Toussaint Loup was in love, terribly so and he shook his head to break his gaze.

It was too soon for that, to tell Taylor his true feelings. That this wasn't just about a fuck, or breaking him. That he needed him. A smile came to his lips at that realization and he didn't have it in him to attempt to convince himself otherwise. But still it was too soon.

"I want you," he said instead as he lean down to take a nipple into his mouth, nibbling on the hard pink nub a moment before he moved to the other. "I want to do things to you that you only dreamed of," he whispered as he ran his tongue down over his ab to plants soft kisses at his hips before flipping Taylor effortlessly onto his stomach. "But first I want you to cum for me," he said before he ran his tongue down his ass crack. "But I'm not about to let you just lay there," he added with a chuckle as he grabbed Taylor's less than impressive wood and pulled it back. "I want to know everything you've ever imagined doing for me...every dirty little cockslut fantasy...all the things you'd die if you're fake girlfriend ever found out...all of it...and you don't cum until I'm satisfied with your answers...no matter how red this sorry excuse for a cock gets...no matter how loose this backdoor gets...you don't come until I say...you hear me bitch," he said, giving his ass a hard slap at the last. All the while he spoke, Toussaint took long slow licks of Taylor's cute little asshole, running his tongue around the rim, and finally pressing the thick muscle inside as he gripped his cock and balls in his firm grip. "You wanna cum so bad it hurts, don't you bitch?"

 

[Armphid]

"God,yes!" Taylor moaned out as Toussaint gripped his cock hard and that strong, long tongue probed his ass. Fuck, that felt good! He never thought it could feel like that! "I want to cum, want to cum so bad. I'll tell you, tell you everything."

He licked his lips, shaking his head a little, "I...I imagined seeing your cock in the bathroom at work, and you following me into my office, pushing me down on my knees and oh, fuck!" He gasped as he felt the flat of his supposed assistant's tongue slurping up and over his hole again and again. "I-I'd suck your cock in the office, ahh! Trying to take it all, gagging, choking on it, getting slapped by it, uuuntil you came, shooting all over my face! Leaving me to clean up, cum all over my face, in my hair."

He was panting now, his words rushing out in a long stream, "I'd bend over the desk with my legs spread and you'd spear into me! Ahh! Fucking me, ravaging my virgin hole with your big black cock! Talking dirty all the time, fuck! I'd be telling how good it felt, how I wanted it, how I never knew it could feel like this, how right it was that I should be fucked by you, by a strong man, a real man! I'd push back on your big dick, urging you, pleading with you to fuck me and cum in me, to mark and paint my insides with your jizz!"

His head went back and his back bent as Toussaint's tongue plunged into his ass again, working and wriggling inside, "AHH! I imagined going to your place, some friends of yours there, you'd make me strip, maybe even dance for you and them, fuck! Then I'd get down and service you, all of you, sucking one cock after another, taking turns, ahh, until you made me ride your cock in front of them, and I would, I'd do it, ride it like a prized stallion while they jerked off, cumming all over me! I'd ride until you came and I'd feel it blossom inside me, taking every drop of your load!"

His hands clutched the edge of the bed, his toes curling. "I imagined you coming in on, hnn, my wedding night, fucking me in front of Sandy, I'd suck your cock until you came, you'd fuck my ass, cream in me, she'd lick it out of me before you fucked her in front of me, claiming us both!"

He blushed brighter now, "I...I imagined you making me dress up, making me cross dress, look like a woman, go with you to a party as your date, be groping me the whole time, ahh! Fuck! Make me, hnn, go down on you in front of some of the people there, ahh! Before taking me back and fucking my brains out, leaving me drooling, runny make up on my face, fucked into unconsciousness by your massive cock and your power! Your strength!"

"God! Ahh, I-I'm so c-close! Need to cum, please, please Toussaint! S-suh-soon, please!" He took a deep breath as his ass was being tongue fucked now, with the big man's hands giving his cheeks a firm slap every few seconds. "I, ahann!, imagined being your live in white bitch! Greeting you when you got some on my knees, sucking you while you watched the game or the news, dressed like a whore for you all the time, aahhhHH! I'd warm your bed when you wanted me, taking every inch of your cock, fuck! Have-have a plug in me, keeping me stretched and loose, lube on me all the time, so I could be yours whenever you wanted!"

Some of his fantasies were way out there and he knew it. But he couldn't hold back, he had to tell Toussaint everything he'd ever fantasized of. "I, ahh, I fantasized you'd take me and S-Sandy away somewhere, make us your white slaves, fuck us both, use us however you wanted, breed her with your baby, and I-I'd only be jealous! Jealous you couldn't breed ME!"

 

[Pound4Pound]

Despite the attention Toussaint paid to Taylor's sweet little asshole, he listened intently to the pretty boy's graphic description of his fantasies. His cock jumped and dripped against the mattress as Taylor's words blossomed in his mind, some of which mimicked his own dirty musings. One casual Friday, Taylor wore a pair of indigo skinny jeans that framed his ass so perfectly that Toussaint spent much of his lunch break in the bathroom. It was the first time he ever thought of taking the slender brunette at the office, but in his fantasy, it was Toussaint's desk that Taylor bent over. In front of the entire bullpen, he tore the seat of those jeans open and shoved into him with one hard thrust.

He'd never even considered dressing him up though, but now with the thought in his head, Toussaint couldn't wait to see what those slim legs might look like under a miniskirt. Or a French maid get up. The options seemed endless and his wheels were already spinning with thoughts of taking him out on the town in drag.

The most surprising revelation came at the mention of sharing his "girlfriend" and Toussaint wouldn't hesitate to take her if she was willing. Deep down he hoped she might be, for exactly the reason Taylor said. Toussaint knew that was highly unlikely, mostly because he doubted he'd be as interested in Sandy. And Toussaint was willing to give up the prospect of fatherhood to have Taylor as his one true mate.

By the time Taylor was begging to cum, Toussaint had three fingers buried in his ass. His own hips thrusting in time with his hand as he spread his fingers wide. As smile came to his lips as he watched the sloppy mess that was Taylor's asshole contract around his fingers. His puny cock pulsed in his hand and Toussaint let out a chuckle at his last fantasy.

"A slave ain't really what I'm after but no man is going to turn down a welcome home blow job," he said as he added his pinky into the mix. Poor Taylor was drenched in sweat, skin all shades of red as he held onto the edge of climax. Domineering he may have been, Toussaint was no masochist. A delighted grin on his face, he let loose the grip he held on Taylor's base to stroke his shaft. "You did good bitch. Go head and let that nut out, but you clean up all the mess."

But even as he said it, Toussaint had the urge to wrap his lips around that angry red tip. To taste the essence of Taylor, but he held himself back, unwilling to give such pleasure. At least not yet anyway.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor couldn't believe what was happening, both his sharing the fantasies he'd had and the fingers fucking his ass. God, it felt almost like Toussaint's whom hand was in him! He knew it wasn't so, but he still felt stretched to gaping. He wondered if he could take the werewolf's massive dick now...

But none of that mattered as he was finally given permission to cum. "Thank you, thank you, oh fucking God, thank you!" He groaned and clutched the sheets tighter as his cock jumped and jerked spurting his cum. His ass tightened on the fingers opening him, squeezing as if milking them for jizz that they couldn't provide. He came hard; harder and better than he could remember having done, something that both shamed and elated him.

He collapsed, body relaxing in bliss. Taylor was panting to refill his lungs, his legs weakly stirring. Then he pushed up onto all fours, "I...I'll clean up. Came so hard, felt so good I can hardly believe it." The slender young man shifted, trying to keep the fingers in his ass while he started cleaning. He wanted to go and get a towel but he suspected that something different was expected of him. The white lawyer lowered his head and, with a shudder, began to lick up and swallow his own cum.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"For once your brazen attitude of yours comes in handy," Toussaint chuckled as he slipped his fingers from Taylor's gaping fuckhole. As the little man licked up his orgasm from the sheets, Toussaint spread his cheeks to watch the slow contraction of his spent chute. He pouted a little, knowing that despite his best efforts, Taylor was a long way off from taking his dick. At least he gives a good blowjob, he thought with a grin as he ran a hand up Taylor's back to grip the back of his head and smear his face into the mess he made. "You're a better bitch than I thought you'd be Taylor Swain...and I mean that as a compliment," he said, with a hard slap to those soft alabaster cheeks before he slipped out of bed.

His own cock was still rock hard but two loads was enough to satisfy the big wolf for the day. What he needed now was a beer, maybe something harder, neither of which Taylor had at his place. As he strutted off to the bathroom, Toussaint made a note to give his new boytoy a list of necessities to stoke up on in when he came back for another visit. He took his piss with the door wide open and by the time his bladder emptied, his hard-on had dissipated. A smile came to his lips as he looked at his still impressive package in the mirror as he washed hands, gave it a little jiggle before he headed back to Taylor's room.

"Alright bitch time for a field trip," he announced, giving Taylor' hair a playful yank to bring him to his feet. "Get dressed...sweats and a t-shirt...no draws. I'll be in the car. You got five minutes."

With that Toussaint left him to get himself dressed, which didn't take long since he opted only for his slacks, undershirt, and shoes before he headed back outside. His sniffing of the air was out of habit but chuckled a little when he noted the distant scent of the other wolf. "I don't want any trouble," it said, but Toussaint couldn't help wonder who this other might be. Maybe some other time, he thought as he climbed into the car and started it up, bringing the control panel to life. While he waited, Toussaint plugged his own address into the GPS and saved it under his last name.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor managed a soft, "Thank you then," after being complimented on being a bitch. The hard slap on his ass made him yelp but Toussaint was already out of the room. He gingerly scooted to the edge of the bed and sat there. In the quiet if the room, broken only by the sound of Toussaint pissing from the bathroom, he winced as he rested on his sore ass and the events of the last hour flitted through his mind.

He'd asked to suck a man's cock. A black man. And then he'd done it to completion and taken his load. Then he'd cum from bring finger banged and his only regret...was it was fingers and not Tousssint's big cock. He had been a bitch. And...and he'd liked it.

God, what was happening to him? And why? Why?

He was so confused and so conflicted. He wanted to fall apart and freak the hell out. But not now. Not while He was here. Later. After Toussaint was done with him.

Taylor heard him coming and had turned to face him when he was grabbed by the hair and hauled to his feet. He cried out at the spikes if pain from the hair pull but nodded his understanding. He didn't have sweats but his yoga pants would be okay he hoped. He threw them and a loose blue t-shirt, taking time to put on a fresh pair of socks and his running shoes. On his way out, he grabbed his phone and wallet, locking the condo door behind him.

He came to the car and got into the passenger seat. "Where are we going, Toussaint?" He then hesitated, "Is it still all right to call you by your name? Or should I call you something else now?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint chuckled at that and reached to ruffle Taylor's hair before he pulled out of his driveway. He hadn't actually thought about that and a few things came to mind. He hated being called "sir" in general and Mr. Loup was his father so that wouldn't work either. He was halfway to the office before he found something suitable and a cheeky grin came to his lips as he shift his eyes from the road.

"Well I wouldn't want to ruffle any feathers at the office so it might be best if we keep things the way they are," he said then grit his teeth. "Then again, I hate calling you Mr. Swain...seems so impersonal, don't you think? But I can't be calling you my prettyboy bitch either," he added with a chuckle as he turned off the main road towards the garage were his own car was parked. Only lawyers got valet parking in the garage beneath the high rise office building that housed the firm. All the other employees had to park in the auxiliary lot three blocks away. Toussaint doubted Taylor knew that but he chose not to mention it either. He didn't have any control over it so Toussaint wouldn't punish him for it.

"We can stick to first names when we're in the office," he said as he pulled into the spot beside his piece of shit two door Accord. It was every bit of 10 years old and had seen better days but so long as it ran, Toussaint wouldn't give it up. He reached across to dig into the glove compartment and rooted around a moment before he found a pen and notepad. He rested the pad on Taylor's lap as he began scribbling down a list in his impeccable penmanship.

Stuff for Daddy
-Unscented toiletries
-Actual sweat pants
-Wax everything below the waist
-Professional pedicure w/polish...my favorite color is green
-Sexy women's panties because that's all you wear from now on...NO BRIEFS!!!
-12 IPAs in your fridge at all times
-A bottle of Bourbon
-2 pairs of thigh high stockings
-Red lip stick
-Meaty snacks
-Coffee in the morning
-Buy my lunch everyday...doesn't mean you get to eat with me​

"You're free for the rest of the night so you shouldn't have any problems taking care of all this. If you do...well you're a smart guy. I'm sure you can figure out how to get all this taken care of before morning," he said with a wink before he moved to get out of the car. "I put my address in you're GPS too by the way, in case I need some services in the middle of the night," he added with a grin before he unfolded himself from the driver's seat. He glanced around a moment to ensure they were alone before he said, "You did good today bitch. Don't fuck it up not following direction. Have a good night Mr. Swain."

With that, Toussaint got into his own car and pulled away. It wasn't until he got to his trailer that he realized he'd left his shirt in Taylor's car. He started to shoot Taylor a text instructing him to have it dry cleaned but decided against. After all he'd been through, he thought Taylor might need a little of his scent to comfort him through the night.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor watched Tousssint's old car pulled away and felt a mix of relief, longing, and panic. His whole life had been up ended. His whole world view even, because werewolves were real. And the man he couldn't disobey was one. The young attorney sat in his own vehicle for a few minutes, just trying to get his thoughts in order. The good news was he had something to focus on to do. That helped. That always helped whether it was Mom drinking herself sick again, another of Father's cruel lectures, or this utterly insane situation he found himself in. If he just focused on the work, he'd make it through all right.

He looked over the list. Many of these would be embarrassing to buy but not hard to get, particularly as it wasn't that late in the day. But the pedicure and the waxing could be a problem. Few places would take a same day appointment on the waxing, assuming they had any time free. And time kept on ticking.

Priority was the things that would take the most time or be harder to obtain. He got out and walked around yo the driver's seat, making a plan of attack in his mind. This could be tricky but he would not fail.

He drove back home first. All his opened toiletries went into a plastic bag which he took to the garbage out back. Then his unopened ones went into another bag and all of his underwear into a third. All the while he was looking up places for the rest of the list on his phone. Those bags got dropped off at the local shelter; hopefully someone could use it. He made a few calls while driving and stopped at an ATM before he pulled into a spa parking lot. Taylor had been here before to set up appointments for Sandy and get her gift cards. This time though...

He took a fee deep breaths to steady himself and then went in. A perky and pretty girl he thought he remembered was behind a desk and rose to meet him as he entered, "Good afternoon, sir, and welcome to More Perfect You. Are you here to look into our services for your wife? An anniversary gift, perhaps?"

He gave her as charming a smile as he could muster, "No, actually, Miss...?"

"Emily, sir."

"Emily, thank you for helping me." Taylor took another deep breath. "I'm here for services for myself."

She blinked, seeming surprised, and her eyes flitted over him as she was clearly re-evaluating the young man. "Of course, sir, we do offer some services for men as well."

"Terrific. I need a pedicure and my nails painted, green please. Maybe try to match my eyes?" Just say it. Just get it all out there. His cheeks were pink from blushing. "I also need to get some waxing done."

The girl tilted her head to one side slightly as if unsure of what she'd heard. "Oh. Okay then, sir. Sure! Let me look at the appointment book and we can see when we can schedule you."

As she moved around the desk, Taylor shook his head, "I'm afraid I need this done today." She goggled at him and he held up a hand, "I know that's unusual and a hassle, I'm sorry but I must have it done today. Could you please see if any of your stylists might have a cancellation or a re-scheduled appointment? Maybe a stylist who would split a four hundred dollar tip with you?"

Emily stared again for a beat and then beamed. "As it happens, we might have a cancellation or two. Let's take a look, sir."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

It was six long, embarrassing hours later when he got home. His legs, ass, balls, and taint all still felt like they'd been peeled and the skin under his pants was still pink. It took a few trips to get everything in the condo and put away. Taylor sat on the edge of his bed, reading Toussaint's list. "I got it all, Daddy," he said to the empty room.

After the spa, he'd made his way to the nearest Victoria's Secret. That had really been the most embarrassing part as the staff girl he worked with seemed shocked and even a little disgusted when she realized he was shopping for himself. But she'd done her job. He has two weeks worth of pretty panties, including some things and bit shorts, three pairs of thigh high stockings, two different shades of red lipstick, and a pair of two inch heels. Toussaint hadn't asked for those but he thought why not have them and try them out just in case?

Everything else had been easy to get from more normal stores. He had gotten a weeks' worth of sweats and three six packs of IPAs were in his fridge now, each a different style and brand. The bourbon was resting on the counter and he couldn't think of what 'meat snacks' meant beyond beef jerky so he'd gotten three boxes of different brands and some tuna packets. He used those for quick meals so they'd get used even if Toussaint didn't like them. His new unscented toiletries were put away in the bathroom; it had been hardest to find a shampoo.

Now what? Taylor looked around his bedroom and felt suddenly lonely. Normally he'd call Sandy but he still wasn't sure what would happen if he did. He still couldn't lie, after all.

He couldn't call Toussaint. But...maybe he'd like...yeah.

Twenty minutes later he sent a text with an attached picture to Tousssint. The text said "I got it all, Daddy. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow." The picture was of Taylor wearing the green thong with the matching thigh highs, his back to the camera to show his waxed ass, his head turned with the brighter of the two shades of lipstick on, his bare feet showing his green painted toe nails.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint could hear his phone buzzing from outside as he approached his trailer. Still in his wolf form, he did a quick lap around the perimeter, sniffing the air and ground as he went. He'd been on edge all night after leaving Taylor, muscles tight and his mind racing. Going for a run had always put him at ease but that didn't even work, making it a concerted effort to make himself human again so he could get into his place without ripping the door off the hinges. Again.

Once inside, he went straight for the minibar he had set up on a thrift store bookcase he repurposed with a little sandpaper and dark cherry stain the same color as his cabinets and kitchen floor. All of his furniture came from a thrift store but he did well hiding it with handyman skills passed onto him from his parents. The once floral sofa had been reupholstered with a charcoal leather-like material to match the gently used recliner he'd found on craiglist. The coffee table started out as a set of shutters and two wooden crates he stained the same cherry as the bookcase. His entertainment center was a china cabinet with the upper doors removed and a few strategically drilled holes in the back. The dining room set cost him $50 bucks at a yard sale and Toussaint weathered it himself to hide the scratched on the tabletop. He never ate at it, but it came in handy on the rare occasions he had guests.

Given how his afternoon went, Toussaint guessed that those occasions might become more frequent and that thought did nothing to set him at ease. If anything it forced his hand, urging him to take another double shot of the expensive bourbon he kept for special occasions. He could have had another but talked himself out of it, rinsed the glass and headed off to the bathroom to clean himself up before bed. A quick shave and a long shower later, he was finally closer to relaxed as he climbed into bed.

That is until his phone started buzzing again. He wanted to ignore it, even flipped over onto his side to avoid looking the flashing screen. But something nagged at him, urging him to take a look, even as he tried to convince himself that nothing important happened so close to midnight. Toussaint tossed and turned, willing himself to sleep until he couldn't take it anymore and swiped he phone aggressively from the nightstand. He swiped in his passcode, all the while thinking it was a waste of his time.

Then he saw the number, and his cock stirred awake as he read the short message. "I got it all, Daddy. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow." It stood up strong when he caught sight of the picture attached and a broad grin came to his lips as he ran his finger over Taylor's scantily clad frame. Resisting the urge to call him, and sprint back to his cute little condo, Toussaint sent him a message instead.

"Well don't you look like a proper slut. I'm proud of you bitch. Be prepared for a full inspection tomorrow morning. I left my shirt in your car by the way. Do Daddy a favor and sleep in it. Bring it to the office tomorrow...and get there at 6 so we can have the place to ourselves for a little while. Sweet dreams pretty boy."

Toussaint slept like a baby after that and woke up before the sun came up. He skipped his morning work out, figuring that he might get in a few reps at the office, and immediately got dressed. Well not immediately, it took him a while to settle on an outfit with his heart thundering in his chest and his cock half hard in his boxer briefs. Usually he just threw on whatever his hand touched first, not this morning though. Toussaint took his time donning his crisp gray slacks and vest combo with a lavender checkered shirt with white cuffs paired with a paisley tie of silver and deep purple. It was a little much for a Wednesday, especially with the cuff links but Toussaint didn't care. He had a mate to catch and he couldn't do that looking shabby.

"Don't forget my coffee...Dark roast cream no sugar," he texted to Taylor as he headed out. Despite his excitement, he took the long way to the office, insuring that he wouldn't make it in before 6:30. He was the boss, after all.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor stepped into the office at ten to six, carrying a waxed car board jug in one hand, a paper sack under one arm, and a drink caddy carrying two cups in his left hand. His messenger bag was slung back to hang over his ass as usual. He always liked early morning and late night at the office in a way. It was so quiet. Almost no lights were on. It created a sense of peace and of a kind of confident solitude he found enjoyable. Today he felt more nervous than anything though. After yesterday...what would happen to him now?

He didn't look much different than any other day but someone looking closely enough might notice his hair wasn't as slick and styled as normal but more natural. There was no scent of deodorant or cologne about him. Of course, no one could see the silky green panties he wore under his suit pants.

He set the jug of coffee and the paper bag with the sugars and creamers on Maddie's desk, putting a post-it on it asking her to let the assistants, paralegals, and secretaries in their unit know they could help themselves. Then he headed to Toussaint's desk and was surprised he wasn't there. He sighed but was it from relief or regret? He set the coffee he'd gotten the werewolf down on his desk and then took his folded shirt out of the messenger bag. He had slept in it last night and it had been...oddly comforting. He put it on the seat of his supposed assistant's seat and went into his office to work while he waited.