The Desk Fox
A quick story inspired by the title.
"Your office is right this way, Mr. Dascomb."
The wolf tried to loosen his tie a smidge as he followed his new ringtail secretary to his new office at his new job in a new city. He was trying to maintain the aura of calm and command that had helped him get this position in the first place, but the stress was starting to get to him. "Thank you very much, Miss... uh..."
"Just call me Heidi, Mr. Dascomb," the ringtail said with a winning smile thrown over her shoulder.
"Thank you, Heidi."
She turned so sharply on the balls of her feet that Mr. Dascomb almost ran right into her. At first, he had thought he had done something wrong, but she was simply opening a door. "And here we are."
The wolf took a moment to prepare himself and walked through it.
Damn.
Corner office. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Three potted plants (real things too, none of this artificial rubbish). His name on a fucking nameplate. A projector-screen that filled most of one wall. A mini-bar. And... And...
Was that a foot sticking out from under his desk?
Heidi beamed up to him. "Are all the amenities to your liking?"
Mr. Dascomb leaned over and whispered as quietly as he could. "Is someone hiding under my desk?"
She glanced and, when she spied the foot, laughed gently. "Oh, that's just your desk fox."
"My desk fox?"
"Mmhmm. All the best for our new manager!"
Mr. Dascomb placed his briefcase atop the desk and stepped around it. Sure enough, there was a fox under his desk. A very naked fox, bound wrist and ankle to keep him in position, his mouth held open by a ring-gag and his eyes covered with a thick leather blindfold. The fox's erect shaft dribbled onto a carefully placed kneeling pad. "My. Desk. Fox," he repeated, somewhat numbly. The fox's tail gave a little wag, thumping against the back panel of the desk.
Heidi beamed over at him. "All the best perks for keeping you..." she winked slyly "...extra perky." The ringtail giggled to herself. "The windows are one-way glass to give you full privacy for anything you might use your desk fox for. If you'd like to get acquainted with your new office, I'll be happy to give you some privacy too."
Mr. Dascomb gave a small nod, unsure what else to do, and the ringtail slipped out, shutting the door with a very audible click behind her. He took a seat in the plush leather chair and stared down at the presenting muzzle.
He stole a glance around the room. One-way glass outside. No windows to the hall. A door that only he and his secretary had the key for. A webcam for conference calls that was clearly turned off.
He looked back down again. The fox seemed to know he was being looked at and wagged even harder, his shaft throbbing beneath him.
"Oh what the hell? I could use some stress relief," the wolf said and began fiddling with his zipper. He pulled himself out, already half hard, and scooted forward until the tip of his shaft met the fox's lips. The other male began to churr in his throat and flick his tongue around the length as it eased its way in. Once Mr. Dascomb had hilted himself in the muzzle all the way up to the knot, the fox's mouth went into overdrive, slurping and licking, sucking and twisting around him.
In an instant, the wolf was fully, almost painfully, erect. He could feel himself being drawn to orgasm already, like a ship caught in a hungry whirlpool. He had barely been in the fox's muzzle for a minute and he was already counting down the seconds until he came, which he did in short order. He was very happy he managed not to leave clawed furrows in his brand new desk as the peak washed over him.
Mr. Dascomb collapsed backwards in his seat, his cock falling out of the fox's gagged muzzle, already sucked so clean that neither a drop of spittle nor seed fell from it. "Wow," he said, dazed by the afterglow. "That is a hell of a job perk."
"Mm-hmm!" the fox added enthusiastically through the gag.
The sound shocked the wolf, who hadn't heard the fox vocalize at all until that instant. He leaned down and popped off the gag from the fox's muzzle. "What did you mean by that?"
The fox gave a giggle. "I mean I think it's a hell of a perk too." A vulpine tongue ran out over his lips, cleaning off the last bits of Mr. Dascomb's cum. "That was my monthly bonus!"