Mating Season (closed for Armphid)

[Pound4Pound]

Despite every effort to lengthen his commute, Toussaint arrived at the office just after 6. The night security guard was still in the lobby and the burly black man threw him a nod as he passed the desk towards the elevators. With the building mostly empty at such an early hour, the doors opened immediately and Toussaint let out a long breath as he stepped inside.

"So much for creating anticipation," he grumbled as he hit the floor button and glanced at his watch. He had little doubt that Taylor was already in, waiting patiently for his arrival and the thought seemed to put him oddly at ease. For the first time since he met the cocky little litigator, Toussaint was actually excited to see him. To touch him. And he had no illusions as to why that might be.

He found himself whistling as he stepped off the elevator and made it through the frosted glass doors with the firm's name emblazoned in gold lettering that separated the reception area from the office proper. The smell of fresh brewed coffee was heavy in the air and I smile graced his lips as he caught sight of the box 'o joe with the note attached. He didn't stop to read it but recognized the handwriting immediately.

"If nothing else, it's a good start," he said with a grin as he snaked his way through the bull pen towards the associate offices towards the back. He was halfway there when he noticed his coffee and found his pace quicken as his heightened sensed caught a whiff of a Taylor Swain. Unencumbered by anything unnatural, it was just him. His man, and Toussaint suppressed a growl as he came to his desk.

With Taylor's door open, he made a show of sipping his coffee as he slid in behind his desk and stowed his bag in the bottom draw. His first order of business was always messages and that wouldn't stop now that Taylor was beneath him. They both still had a job to do, so he took his time making notes of all the messages to be delivered to his "boss". Next he fired up his computer to make additions to Taylor's schedule and print out a copy of his meetings for today. He was happy to see there weren't many but they'd still have to stay late to make up for playing bunking off the day before. It was 6:30 by the time Toussaint finished up and it wasn't until he stood that he noticed his shirt from the day before on his seat. Again he grinned as he scooped it up and gave it a good deep sniff before he tucked it into his bag.

Coffee in one hand, leather bound portfolio in the other, Toussaint made his way into Taylor's office. The predatory grin unchanged as he closed and locked the door behind him. He flipped off the overhead fluorescent lights before crossing to Taylor's desk and flicking on the lamp. With the blinds still closed, the single lamp casted a warm but dim glow that was not at all conducive for work.

"Ahhh isn't that better," he said as he came around the desk to tower over his pretty boy. He set the portfolio down, flipping it open, and lean over his slender shoulder to pull out the stack of messages and schedule before running his hand along the back of Taylor's neck. "A lot to do today...might even have to work through lunch so we better make this along time count, right bitch?" He asked, his voice low with his lips pressed against Taylor's ear as he slipped his hand up into his hair. A quick yank brought his head back, exposing his slender neck, allowing Toussaint to run his tongue along his jugular. "Mmmmm just you," he moaned before he could catch himself, but he did nothing to clean it up, instead stepping away to take a seat on the sofa that was in every associates off.

It was a simple, cheaply made, leather thing meant to provide the lawyers a comfy place to nap when nights ran long. Assistants weren't afforded such luxuries and often found themselves resting up in the breakroom. A nap was the furthest thing from Toussaint's mind though as he sat heavily on the stiff cushions, beaconing Taylor with a nod.

"Show me what you got pretty boy...and don't try and play shy either. There wasn't shit shy about that selfie...lips all painted up like some cheap whore. Don't get me wrong, I liked it, I just don't want you pretending to be something you're not now that we face to face," he said as he set down his coffee.

 

[Armphid]

The anticipation built and built ever since he heard someone moving through the bullpen. Then when he saw Toussaint come to his desk, Taylor felt his heart leap with both excitement and dread. What if he'd messed up? If he didn't like his coffee? He hadn't known how many sugars to use. The nerves didn't let up as the tall, powerful black man basically ignored him to go about his work. After a few minutes of watching him, the young attorney turned back to the first task he'd started working on.

His heart began to beat faster when Toussaint entered and secured the room. Taylor looked up at him as he loomed over him. The touch of the big man made his cock twitch in his silk panties and he let out a gasp at the yank on his hair, shivering at the feel of that warm, wet tongue on his neck, "Y-yes, Daddy," he answered. "We'll make the most of it."

He gulped as he was released, rising from his seat as Toussaint sat heavily on the couch. Taylor blushed at the mention of the picture, "No hesitation, Daddy," he said. God, that felt so wrong but so right! His suit jacket was already draped over the back of his desk chair but he vent down to slip off his shoes and socks before loosening his tie. It and his shirt went onto his desk in a pile before he undid his belt and let the weight of the items in his pockets carry his trousers to the floor.

Taylor walked over to Toussaint, unconsciously putting a little sway in his hips, his pale skin bright in the dim lighting. His toenails were painted a green that almost matched his eyes and he was wearing a pretty, skimpy pair of green silk and satin panties. He stood in front of Toussaint and then turned around and bent over, "Did I do it right? Please, inspect me if you want, Daddy. Not a hair anywhere, I made them double check."

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint found himself leaning forward as Taylor rose from behind his desk, his clothes seeming to fall away as he went. Despite the display of flesh, his dark eyes were draw mostly to his face. Those lips, pouty and as pink as ripe raspberries. The soft line of his jaw and slightly upturned nose. God he's beautiful. He grit his teeth to keep the thought inside as his hand went to his crotch. A bulge had already begun to form as Taylor came to stand before him and bent over for closer inspection.

"Did I do it right? Please, inspect me if you want, Daddy. Not a hair anywhere, I made them double check."

Toussaint didn't have to touch to know that was true. The skin along the crack of his ass was still slightly red but that didn't stop Toussaint from moving in for closer inspection. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands to those silky green panties and rolled them down Taylor's slim hips. "Perfect," came rumbling up from his chest as he ran his meaty paws over that newly smooth alabaster skin.

"I bet you had a helluva afternoon," he said with a chuckle, all the while groping Taylor's bare ass. He kneaded and spread his checks, salivating at the sight of his winking backdoor. He wanted desperately to taste him again but he held himself in check, giving his cheeks a hard slap with both hands. "Tell me Taylor, how did it feel doing my bidding? Did you lie to the sales girl when you bought those panties? Did you tell the people at the nail shop that you lost a bet? Or did you tell them the truth, that you're making yourself more appealing for you stronger, more powerful, big dicked, black, Daddy? Nah," he said with a chuckle as he held his cheeks apart then spit down his crack, lubing Taylor for another finger bang. "You're still too ashamed for that aren't you bitch? Too scared of what people might think of you now that you realized who you really are, a pathetic little cockslut for big black cock," he said as he shoved his thumb hard into Taylor's ass.

 

[Armphid]

The white slut boy shivered at the touch of those big, strong hands. He moaned out as his ass was fondled, feeling a surprising amount of pleasure from it. Taylor yelped at the slap to his ass, making his butt cheeks jiggle. He blushed brightly, "I couldn't lie if they asked," he said, "even if I wanted to. I told the people at the spa that my...my lover wanted me clean and painted." God, it had been so humiliating but so freeing all at once! "The girl at Victoria's Secret, she didn't ask but she figured out I was buying the panties and lipstick for me. She looked at me like...like I was some disgusting animal."

He might have said more but then Toussaint shoved his thumb into his asshole. Taylor clapped a hand over his mouth as he yelped in surprise and pain. His eyes watered and he groaned through his fingers, letting his head drop low. His hole had held a fraction of a second before giving and all but slurping in the big man's thumb. "Ahh, f-fuck, that feels so big," he whimpered.

 

[Pound4Pound]

"...She looked at me like...like I was some disgusting animal."

That couldn't have been further from the truth, and he should have told him. Instead Toussaint bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted blood, but he was certain that Taylor could feel his desire from his touch. Gone was the forceful groping of the day before, replaced by gentle caresses up and down his smooth milky flesh. He felt so good, smelled so good, Toussaint's cock was nearly bursting from his zipper again.

"Ahh, f-fuck, that feels so big."

That didn't help either, but it made him laugh a little. A deep rumbling chuckle as he lean forward to spit on his pretty boy's mostly virgin hole. "That's just my thumb bitch...which reminds me...you need to start keeping lube in your desk. There's going to come a time when Daddy's not going to have time to warm you up first," he said as he slipped his finger free of Taylor's quivering hole and put it directly into his mouth to suck clean. The groan that escaped him then was one of pure ecstasy as he savored the flavor of his mate on his tongue.

"My package should be coming to your place this afternoon," he said, standing up, his hand coming to rest on the smaller man's neck. But Toussaint didn't squeeze, simply pulled him against his chest, his erection nestled neatly between his boy's pert ass. Toussaint lean down, pressed his lips to his ear and whisper," As soon as we're done with work, you're mine. I want you to go home and open that package. Strip down, put on the collar, and give all the toys a good cleaning. Then I want you to make me a little video of you putting in the smallest plug before you pack the rest in a overnight bag. Be sure to bring a few extra pairs of panties, your lipstick, and anything else you bought for Daddy. Once that's all done, you can get dressed. Panties, sweats, and sneakers. No socks. Then you can bring that hot ass over to my place and make me dinner. Don't worry about groceries, my fridge is always pretty well stocked."

All the while he spoke, Toussaint ground his bulge hard against Taylor's ass. One hand remain on his throat, while twisted and pulled at his nipples. He gave his ear a playful nip before turning his head and forcing his tongue in his mouth. His hand slipped into his hair, gripping but not pulling, as he ravaged his bitch's mouth.

"You got all that right bitch," he asked as he pulled away, his lips pulled into a grin as he ran his hand down along Taylor's slender chest before pushing him away. "Time to put your costume on and get to work. Don't forget lunch is on you and you better pick something good. Remember I like meat," he said with a wink before heading for the door. Toussaint paused a moment with his hand on the knob and took a few long deep breath, willing is erection away before he opened the door. At the last minute he remembered his coffee, leaving the door open wide to grab it from the side table. Coffee in hand, he closed the door behind him and went back to his desk, unable to hold his grin as he got to work.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor moved his hips to rub his ass against the bulge in Toussaint's pants as he went over the evening's orders. God, how could his pants contain it? Even soft, it was so big! And hard? He was surprised he didn't hear the sound of ripping cloth from the man's big black cock ripping its' confinement apart!

He loved the feeling and taste of the real man's tongue as it pushed into his mouth and claimed him. He stroked it with his own, sucking gently, and then gasped as the kiss broke and he was pushed away. "I-I understand, Daddy. And I'll pick you something good for lunch." The young attorney watched as the man who had mastered him retrieved his coffee and then left the office.

He dressed in a kind of daze. This was all real. God, it was real! But it also felt like a dream he might wake up from at any time. Dream? Or a nightmare? Maybe both.

Taylor returned to his desk and got to work, pausing only to pull up a few websites and then select Toussaint's lunch delivery. There was a local burger place that had a high reputation; he ordered two double patty bacon burgers for his new Daddy as well as an order of bacon cheese fries and hoped that would be accepted.

Then he got back to it. There was a lot to do even before his first meeting of the day and he had to clear off as much as he could. He had the feeling that there was a very long night ahead of him.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Once Toussaint got himself focused, the rest of the morning seemed to fly. There was only one client meeting before lunch but there were plenty of e-mails to write and briefs to file. It wasn't until a little after one when Maddie called back to his desk that he realized how much time had passed.

"You've got a delivery hun...and it smells delicious," she almost moaned and Toussiant chuckled a little, glancing at Taylor.

"Oh yeah, well that's my lunch. Be a dear and bring it back for me...I mean if you're ready..."

"Only if you're sharing."

"Don't I always."

The line disconnected then and in a matter of minutes the little blonde receptionist was weaving her way to his desk. A white paper sack in one hand and her own bag slung over her shoulder. He got up as she approached and poked his head into Taylor's office, a syrupy sweet smile on his face.

"I'm gonna head to lunch before your 3 o'clock," he said as Maddie came up behind him. "The courier should be here by two with the contracts, once we get those, we'll be all set..."

"And thanks for the coffee," Maddie said from the door, a bright smile on her face. "That was way better than the crap we have in the machine."

Toussaint shot him a wink at that and said, "I'll just be in the break room if you need anything."

 

[Armphid]

Taylor threw himself into his work. Everything in his personal life was now confusing and crazy, but somehow satisfying, and made no sense. But his work, the law, those made sense. He hit the tasks ahead of him with laser focus and drilled it. Briefs, subpoenas, and other documents flew out on email after email. The morning meeting went well. Rather than his usual verbal capering and braggadocio, Taylor listened more than he spoke and offered specific legal insight and questions. He noticed a few of the people in the meeting looking at him strangely afterward, clearly surprised by and unsure what to make of his new behavior.

He was surprised when Tousssint poked his head in and announced he was going to lunch. Taylor nodded, "All right. Leave the door open, please. I'll grab the contracts if the courier gets here before you're back. Enjoy your lunch! I hope it's good."

Maddie was with him and apparently going to eat lunch with him. He again wondered if Toussaint was fucking her. God, if he was, Taylor was jealous! And hoped maybe he could watch someday. At the pretty blonde's thanks, he smiled, "You're welcome, Maddie. It's the least you all deserve for putting up with we attorneys. I've put in a request for a new machine and some better coffee too; I hadn't realized how bad it was."

He nodded again at Tousssint "Thank you, enjoy lunch and take your time." He would work through lunch himself. He wasn't hungry and needed to get as much done as possible. He had his orders for tonight and wanted to be ready.

His mind did wander from time to time. He imagined Toussaint fucking Maddie, the petite blonde moaning and wailing as she came from a real man giving her a real fuck. Images of Sandy sucking the werewolf's big black monster, of her taking it from behind. Of himself being fucked, his ass stretched and filled, both by Toussaint the man and his massive wolf shape.

None if it slowed him down. Oddly, thinking about those dirty, dark deeds energized him. To his own surprise, he was doing some of the best work of his short legal career.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Their last meeting of the day went much like the first, with Taylor impressing everyone with his demeanor. Even Toussaint found himself smiling as his bitch proved himself worthy of his position, not just for his last name but his own legal acumen. Toussaint was proud of him for the changes he made and that only served to make him want him more.

The difference was his own, Toussaint had done nothing to push Taylor one way or the other, not since he left his office that morning. The thoughtful litigator that commanded the boardroom had always been in there only now Taylor had dropped the cockiness that cloud the world's perception of him. Toussaint's only hope was that the young man realized the difference his behavior made.

It was well after seven by the time Toussaint sent off the last of Taylor's memo's. After gathering up his belongings, he shut down his computer, before moving to stand in the doorway of Taylor's office.

"How about we call it a night," he said with a grin, absently adjusting his package in the snug confines of his tailored pants. Toussaint loosened his tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt as he made a quick glance around the office. They were by no means alone but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little teasing to get his little bitch going. "I'm sure there's something you'd rather be doing about now. You're at least a week out from any deadline I know about so why not leave something for tomorrow? Either way, I'm calling it a night. See you in the morning Mr. Swain," he added with a wink as he left.

By the time Toussaint got to his car, his vest and tie were tucked neatly into his bag. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned down to his chest as he popped open his truck to replace his polished wingtips with a pair of sneakers. His cock had swelled to tent his pants and it was conscious effort for him not to rub one out before he left the garage. The best he could do was ride home with his pants unzipped.

He stuck to the backroads to avoid the rush hour traffic and made it home in record time. After stripping out of his suit for a pair of basketball shorts, Toussaint sent Taylor a text, instructing him to strip down to his panties before he came to his door.

"Be sure to attach the leash to the collar before you get out of the car."

Once that was done, he grabbed a beer and flopped down on his recliner to watch a little ESPN. All the while his dick stood up at attention.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor looked up at the sound of his Daddy's voice. The sight of his adjusting himself and unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt made the pale skinned young man shiver and he felt his dick swell. His eyes stayed on where he knew that monster cock was whole Toussaint spoke, lifting his gaze to that strong face, "You're not wrong. I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do right now." He leaned back in his seat, "Have a good night, Toussaint."

There was one thing he was almost done with that he wanted to finish but that took maybe another five minutes. It was hard to keep focused on the task. He kept thinking about his orders, about what might happen tonight. The five minute finish took closer to ten. But once it was done he shut down his computer, locked everything up, and was out the door. Living close to the office got him home quickly and he was glad. There was a lot to do.

The package was waiting on his doorstep and he took it in and upstairs with him. Taylor set it on the bed and took his mutlitool from the dresser to cut the tape and open it up. He set the packing receipt aside and started to pull the items out. The collar came first with it's leash. It was simple; black fabric over plastic interior with a metal eyelet for the several feet of chain. "Oh, God. This...I'll be wearing this." When? Not at work, clearly. He'd find out. The collar was set aside and he removed the next item; a black ball gag. He stared at it and his hands trembled. The idea of being silenced scared him. All his life he'd made his way by talking himself in and out of trouble. To be silenced was to lose his agency. But if Toussaint wanted it, he would have it.

The largest item came next and it made him shiver and snicker. He read the label, "Booty Boot Camp." That was what had made him laugh but the purpose of the three differently sized butt plugs and the lube within was clear. To train and ready him for his Daddy's dick. He licked his lips, shocked at how excited it got him. The last object caused his eyes to go wide, "Holy big black cock..." Because that's what it was; a nine inch long, thick, plastic didlo that was realistically shaped, textured, and colored. It looked almost real. The wide base gave it away and even the most realistic plastic was still plastic, but...wow. And it had a suction cup on the base? Why would-

An image sprang into his mind of the stuck to the wall, Taylor on all fours, pushing back onto it. "Oh, fuck me. Wow. Damn, even." He felt an urge to try it out...but he had instructions. Daddy was waiting.

He stripped down and hung up his suit and tie before standing naked in the middle of his room holding the collar. It was a small thing and light but it felt strangely heavy in his hands. There was something significant about this item and the act of putting it on. He already knew his life had changed, that it was over and a new life was starting. But this was a physical statement of that truth. He lifted it to his neck; goosebumps rose on his skin and he shivered as it slid around his neck and then a soft click...it was done. He belonged to Toussaint now. And he'd collared himself.

Taylor hurried through the rest of his preparation with a cock that varied between full and half hardness the whole time. Once his bag was packed and everything was cleaned thoroughly, it was time for the video. Taylor set his phone up on the vanity, already recording, and then walked to the shower, bending over and putting a leg up on the rim of the tub. He brandished the smallest butt plug and then ran it under hot water for a few seconds. "Getting ready for you, Daddy," he said, loud enough that he hoped his phone would pick it up. Then he slid the water slicked plug up and down his crack before pressing it against his rosebud. "Uhn! Uhh," he gasped and groaned as his tight rear entrance resisted and then surrendered. He lowered his head and moaned as he pushed it all the way inside. Taylor stepped down and spread his legs wide apart, reaching back to pull his ass cheeks apart and look back over his shoulder at the phone. "Soon, Daddy," he promised.

He edited the video to trim out him walking away and towards the camera and then sent it to Toussaint. Then he dressed quickly, grabbed his overnight bag and was out the door.

The plug felt so strange in his butt as he moved around and then in the car as he drove. Not bad. Even a bit pleasant. But strange. He followed his GPS and felt a bit of trepidation. He was really out there now. He pulled up near a neat and well kept looking...he wasn't sure what to call it. It was pretty much a house though, right?

It took some fumbling to get fully stripped down to just his panties and get the leash latched in place. He stuffed his clothes into the overnight bag and took a fee deep breaths before stepping out. God, it was so far out here! And the wind was cold on his bare white skin. He crossed to the foot leash on his right hand and the bag held in his left. Taylor knocked on the door once, twice, and then waited. He looked about at the darkened area with curiosity and more than a little nervousness.

 

[Pound4Pound]

He brandished the smallest butt plug and then ran it under hot water for a few seconds. "Getting ready for you, Daddy," he said, loud enough that he hoped his phone would pick it up. Then he slid the water slicked plug up and down his crack before pressing it against his rosebud. "Uhn! Uhh," he gasped and groaned as his tight rear entrance resisted and then surrendered. He lowered his head and moaned as he pushed it all the way inside. Taylor stepped down and spread his legs wide apart, reaching back to pull his ass cheeks apart and look back over his shoulder at the phone. "Soon, Daddy," he promised.

Toussaint must have watched the two minute video ten times before he heard tires on gravel. His heart thundered in crotch, his massive erection twitching with every beat. He could smell him as soon as he got out of the car, a heady mix of sweet masculinity that drew his balls up tight against his thighs. The light footfalls on the creaky wooden stairs stirred the beast inside him and Toussaint did nothing to contain it, pulling off his tank top as he rose from his seat and tossing it aside. His eyes yellowed, the hair on his chest thickened and spread to cover his torso as he crossed the carpeted floor.

"Relax bruh...we got all night," he muttered to himself, his hand on the knob, and took a long slow breath. Then another, before he pulled open the door.

Despite his own instructions, Toussaint was caught off guard by Taylor mostly naked on his porch. A low growl rumbled up from his chest as his eyes roamed all that exposed milky flesh. "Well, don't you look good enough to eat," he said, absently licking his chops as he took first the bag then the leash. The latter he wound around his fist, slowly pulling Taylor over the threshold before closing the door behind him. The bag he tossed on the floor before giving the leash a good yank, pulling Taylor to him and shoving his hand down the back of Taylor's panties. He locked eyes with his boy a moment as he slipped his fingers down between his cheeks to give the plug a tap. "Seemed like you enjoyed that," he said quietly, his lips curled into a smirk. "After dinner we'll put in the next one."

With the leash firm in his grip, Toussaint lead Taylor around his cozy double wide trailer. The tour was brief, given the lack of square footage, but the was a note of pride as he showed the little white boy his place. There were two bedrooms, but only one bed. It was only a queen size but it nearly filled the room with more pillows than any single man should have. "I tend to get a little banged up on my runs so it's nice to come home to something soft," he said with a shrug but his eyes lingered on Taylor a moment before he led him back to the kitchen.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he said with a smirk as he unhooked the leash and ran his fingers along the collar. "Mine." It came out in a low growl and Toussaint didn't mean to say it out loud and tried to cover it with a kiss, but it only furthered his point. The embrace was hard and possessive, one hand gripped Taylor's hair while the other found his ass, kneading and spreading his cheeks as his tongue probed between his supple lips. "All mine," fell out of his mouth again as he pulled away and Toussaint cleared his throat as he pushed his boy away.

"So what's Daddy having for dinner?"

 

[Armphid]

Taylor felt that strange mix of humiliation and elation again as Toussaint led him about by the leash. It was degrading but it was also sexually exciting. And the thought of the strong black man owning him made him feel shockingly happy. The house was small but comfortable; this was a place someone lived in. His own place by contrast was just where he stayed. He hadn't realized that before now.

Taylor moaned softly into the hard, possessive kiss that ended his tour of the werewolf's abode. He pushed his ass back against Toussaint's groping hand and shuddered both in desire and in shame over how much desire he felt. The question caught him at a loss for a moment. He had no idea what his Daddy had in his fridge or his pantry. He recovered after a moment, "I'll fry something up, I think, Daddy, that way it'll be done pretty quick and you won't have to wait much longer."

He stepped away from the powerful man to begin dinner. His fridge was mostly full of meat, which was understandable. In a few minutes, he had ground beef sizzling in a high sided skillet. Onions, mushrooms, and a few sliced potatoes went in too, along with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Taylor drained off a good bit of the grease partway through and then tossed in a little flour to thicken the remaining juices into a meaty sauce.

When it was done, he covered the own and shifted it off the hit burner even as he turned it off. "It's done," he announced. "How would you like it served, Daddy?"