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"Does anybody want a Tea or coffee? Anyone?"

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"Hey; do you want anything, mister?"

Kieran turned his head slightly towards his cubicle's entryway as if trying to acknowledge the question, his eyes still very much trained to his monitor as if attached by chains - straining slightly as they pushed against the edges of their socket's limits.

"Sir? Did you want anything, or..."

"Huh? Sorry, I was just trying to..." Kieran stopped in his tracks, the Hanoverian Warm-blood's eyes finally unshackling themselves to instead turn upon the youthful male hyena who'd entered his work-space. "... uh... it's not important. Can I get a tea with uh..." Kieran stopped once again, his eyes beginning to wander in thought. "... just milk please."

"Yeah, sure thing Boss. Anything sweet on the side?" The mysterious hyena asked as he used the blunt end of his pencil to scratch at the short fur on the side of his head, smirking to himself before giving off a curious cackle - as most of his kind are renowned for.

"I uh... what did you say your name was again?" Kieran asked quizzically; this time turning in his leather office chair to face the stranger more directly - one hand on his inner thigh, the other scratching the short fuzz on the underside of his chin. "That laugh sounds... familiar."

"I never said nothin' 'bout no name, Sir. The name's Christian, though; what about you?" He asked, his arms crossing over his chest, his notepad scrawled randomly with completed orders now crumpled within his odorous arm pit - the thick darker fur of which being on full display now, with thanks to the revealing torch-orange to black-fade gym top he wore.

"My names Kieran. Are you... you're David's son, right? What're you doing here?" Kieran asked, once more quizzing the lad - apparently oblivious to the highlighted note that he'd made for himself on his calender that read 'Placement Day.'

"Well uh... It's work experience day, Sir; the University I go to set this gig up for me, but all I been doin' is making drinks for the peeps round 'ere. It sucks!" The hyena said, obviously disgruntled as his expression would show, his tail dropping limp as he gently kicked at a nearby filer to emphasis his displeasure, showing subtle signs of aggression as the sides of his mouth raised in a displeased snarl.

"Oh yeah, I forgot all about that... Well; if you like, once you've finished the rounds, you can come and sit in with me for a bit. I'll show you what I do here, and then you can get back to what you were doing whenever you get bored. Sound like a deal?" Kieran offered with a warm smile, trying to brighten the lad's day. He watched as Christian's eyes lit up, joined with a toothy grin that spread across his previously angered face.

"Aww sweet! Thanks Sir-- uh, Kieran! I'll get these crap-head's their orders and I'll be right back!"

Kieran watched as the Hyena turned tail and darted across the hallway to the adjacent cubicle - almost bowling over a receptionist on his way over. The stud smiled as he saw the lad taking the cheetah's order across the way, but found his eyes beginning to wander down the students sculpted body; Christian quite obviously worked out - it really did show: Christian had the physique of a Uni student that looked like he was training to be a PT, but put more of his studying time into the exercise portion of his graded marks, rather than the sport science side. He wore a pair of black cargo shorts and shock-cushioning trainers - that being all he wore whilst on campus; but the most important thing to Kieran right now, was the fact that those shorts did nothing to hide exactly what the lad had to offer. Just after realising that his eyes were lingering for far too long, Christian turned back around to face Kieran - note pad in paw, with that same excited grin on his face. Kieran quickly lifted his head before politely smiling back, soon turning back towards his desk and tucking himself further under than he usually would do - it appears as though Kieran's eyes had lingered for longer than they should have, and he'd begun to day dream quite vividly.

"My_god_ that ass looks firm... if only I could..." He thought, the hand on his inner thigh beginning to trail up, generously caressing his shallot-sized testicles. Kieran's telecom began to ring: 'Cheat-ah'.

"Hey Kizzah; did you get a load of that kid just now? Right up your street, am I right?" The cheetah from across the way said with no small amount of teasing, poking and prodding at the equine - knowing his type all too well. Kieran disapprovingly grunted down the phone before slamming it into the receiver, hearing the feline's raucous laughter from across the hallway before being aggressively hushed by a coworker; though, even that was blocked out as the stallion's daydreams quickly returned to him - his hand moving up over his sheath and towards the now-exposed tip of his cock, generously caressing and squeezing at the soft fleshy tip through his thin black formal trousers and bleach white Y-fronts.

Kieran usually wasn't one for risky fooling around whilst at the work place, but it wasn't everyday that a fine piece of ass like _that_walked around the office. Kieran rolled over towards his cubicle door, an arm extending to push the cheap chip-board shut before he returned to his desk. Amongst most of the men in the office, Kieran was probably amongst the top 10%, in terms of pure and natural endowment. Of course, he was limited by his breed, but he didn't really see that having a dick as thick as a soda can - and as long as three of them put end to end - as a "limitation". Even though he was restricted by his work trousers, Kieran would continue to grope, squeeze, stroke and apply pressure to his reproductive organ as he reclined in his office chair - his eyes closing as he vividly imagined the blood that began to surge to his nether regions. His body was athletic yet generously fleshed out - due to the long hours of being sat in a cubicle - and covered in a short crop of charcoal fur. The front of his body was adorned by a solid white strip that started at the underside of his chin, flowing down his front, over his sheath and balls, and ended up with the atypical "love heart" shape upon his rear (at least, as atypical as it would be for someone like the fox at reception, perhaps.) Though there must have been a shot of zebra injected into his lineage at some point or other, as black horizontal lines streaked across Kieran's limbs and back - adding an air of mystery to the otherwise normal looking stud.

Kieran let out a hefty exhale as he fully reclined into his chair and continued to firmly stroke and caress his tenting trouser-snake - one hand shifting and groping his testicles, whilst the other pressed, cupped and squeezed around and against his thick organ's gland. Heat began to radiate from the stallion's cheeks as blood surged to his now extremely restricted erection - the tight confines of his trousers only helping to further the mental image of his cock being wrapped up by the students behind, whilst also acting as a form of cock-cage: would the stud want him riding and gyrating that thick rump in his lap? Or perhaps have him under his desk - sucking his nuts dry as if it were milkshake being sucked through an over-large straw. The images would continue to flash through Kieran's mind as if he were watching a Top Ten for porno highlights of the year, his hands working that little bit faster as a voice in the back of his head was telling him that 'this was something you shouldn't be doing at work'.

Kieran groaned softly under his breath as he could feel the usually textured ridge of his cock's head begin to soften out against the stretched fabric beneath his trousers, his flare beginning to develop quite quickly, regardless of the fact that his shaft would normal have grown to at least double its current length. The throbbing was something that the stud simply could not ignore, and it came with each and every squeeze to that swollen cock head - each throb sending another wave of blood swirled around the equine erectile anatomy, each throb causing the studs fabric to illicit a creak of sorts.

"Fuck... I'm almost there..." He thought out loud, unable to simply think his words, instead trying to stifle them. Kieran leaned forward in his black leather chair as his cupped hand rhythmically squeezed against the pre-dampened flaring head of his erection, his teeth gritting and baring as his desire for more pleasure drove him ever faster towards his climax. His eye-lids squeezed tightly shut as his mouth hung open, his breathing quickening along with the rhythmic squeezes as spittle splattered over the surface before him due the short sharp exhales... until he pushed himself right over the edge. Kieran tightly gripped his balls with one hand as his other clenched around the section of shaft just beneath his flare - helping to simulate the images that flooded his mind as those powerful hips bucked up slightly into his clenched hand; each thrust saw another string of creamy white ejaculate shoot from the pronounced urethral process and into the fabric that was his underwear as a noiseless moan escaped the studs hanging maw - the virile fluid quickly soaking through before no-doubt staining the inside of his formal wear. Kieran held the grasp beneath his flare, gently squeezing before releasing, prolonging the euphoria of his afterglow for as long as he could as his body began to rapidly perspire - his sweat seeping through his white shirt to slicken the leather backing and seat of his chair.

"Sh-shit... Th-this mess is going to be such a hassle to clean up..."

"What mess, Sir?" A voice called out from behind the stud before the owners body pushed through the thin door, a curious head peaking just into view. "Is everything okay?"

Kieran pushed away from his desk and rolled over towards the door, using one hand to push it closed as his other focussed on squeezing the section of shaft just below the flare to stem the flow of cum that spread across the inside of his trousers. "N-Nothing! I-I just spilt my last cup of tea on my trousers, so I'm just cleaning up. Give me a moment!" He lied, his eyes darting around his cubicle in search of something to soak up any potential leakages. Kieran stood up and out of his chair, yanking his desk draws open in a panic until he found a box of tissues; he tore several papers from the box before stuffing them down his Y-fronts in an attempt to pad out his underwear before releasing the grip on his cock, the residual flow of semen spewing out and into the crumpled up balls of tissue. Due to the stress of almost being found out, it wouldn't take long for his erection to subside - the blood being pumped to other areas of his body as his 'fight or flight' instincts were enabled, his shaft rapidly shrinking back into its leathery quilted home as the stallion slowly opened the door to see who it was.

"You okay in there, Mr. K? I got yer tea for you riiight here." Christian said proudly, lifting the mug by the handle with one hand, supporting it deftly from below - as if presenting a mug-shaped award.

Kieran let out a sigh.

"Ah, Chris... come right on in. I'm just heading out to uh... I need to hit the john real quick, so make yourself comfortable, okay?" He instructed as he opened the door fully. The hyena nodded as he quickly made his way inside. Christian stopped though, holding a moment to sniff at the air as the stallion tried to squeeze himself past.

"Hey, does somethin' smell weird in here to you? It definitely wasn't like that the last time I was here."

"Just uh... Just sit in my chair until I get back, okay?"

"Uh... Okay then, Mr. K."

Chris was left standing in the studs office, feeling a little confused at how the stallion was acting, but decided to just shrug it off Kieran closed the door behind him - his weighted footsteps being heard as he made his way towards the men's. The student set the stallion's tea down on his desk before slumping down into the stud's chair... but quickly hopped right back out of it.

"What the f... Sweat?" Chris thought to himself as he wiped his lower back, his eyebrows furrowing in thought as he brought his fluid-sodden hand to his nose to inspect the scent further. He took a moment to look around the office: the drawers were left flung open, the stallions box of tissues was empty but still on the desk. "This doesn't add up... his office was spotless before I left..." He thought. The hyena pondered and pondered until his mind started to go blank, his concentration quickly fading, stopping him from connecting the dots. "Huh. Weird." Kieran said out loud to himself as he raised his arms up and behind his head - his pit-fur bushing out as a result.

The student waited patiently in the cubicle for the stallion's return, but his eye's always wandered back to that black leather seat - so liberally smeared with sweat - and wondered what had come over the stud to cause him to sweat so profusely. Perhaps that was a mystery worth investigating...

Perhaps he would get more of an answer than he was ready for.