Office Stress
#1 of Office Stress
Goddammit.
Vincent Tallis muttered heatedly as he strode quickly towards the supervisor's office door. The carnivore's rusty voice till echoed in his ears:
"Get your plant-munching ass down here, or I'll toss you right to the damned curb!" snarled the grumpy tyrannosaur over the phone. Vincent rolled his eyes and obeyed, long neck ducked in anger as he stormed past the cubicles. Curious faces glanced up from the tiny four-walled cells, speculating on what wrath awaited the wide-shouldered sauropod in the boss' office.
"Give him hell, Van!" whispered a stocky triceratops
"Heh, thanks Matt." Murmured the tall sauropod, smirking at his friend. The pair often shared lunch - and a bit more - and vented about their meager office jobs.
"Man, I dunno what's with ol' Tibbs lately," muttered Matt Shields at lunch earlier that day, puffing a cig and laying out his cucumber sandwich. 'Tibbs' was their pet name for their sour-tongued predator of a supervisor. "He rants at least once a day now, pops those pills like their damn candy, too. Dunno who pissed in his meatloaf but damn, he's taking it out on everyone."
"Must not be getting enough of the meaty cunt from his old lady," chuckled Van, waving away the smoke. "You need to quit that shit, it's killing you- and me."
"Fine, fine, I'll quit soon..." muttered the three-horn.
Van gave a hefty sigh as he gathered his thoughts, gripping the cold doorknob glaring at the heavy amber-wood door. He entered the sound-proof office as quietly as possible, expression grim as he set eyes on the red-skinned carnivore as he stepped up to the desk. He looks like a rusty nail... a handsome one, but still...
Tibalt Cunnings, the toothy supervisor, stood up with a snort and walked around the desk to glare at his employee. "You know why you're here, Tallis; those fucking reports aren't done! They should be on my desk a fucking hour ago!" Van could almost feel the flames from his words lick at his body. Tibalt bared every one of his ivory fangs as he hissed venomously, "Where are they, damnit?"
The tyrannosaur stood only at his employee's chest, but he had a knack for making anyone feel dwarfed. Van was certainly no meek leaf-eater either; he stood nearly a full seven feet, with soft sandy-colored skin and dark eye ridges. His thick foot-long neck often stood at full height, forcing him to duck into doorways fairly often. Underneath the simple white cotton work shirt bulged heavy limbs, and naturally hard set of abdominal muscles, much like his father. The light brown slacks, the largest size in the clothing store, were tight around his thighs, though only Matt and a select few knew how big he really was underneath them.
The long necked vegetarian sighed, knowing any explanation he gave would cause another gush of profanity-entwined berating. "The printer on this floor isn't working, the repair guy is late as always. I sent it down to the printer on the floor below and their queue is backed up to hell and back-."
"What?!" spit the carnivore, "that floor is always behind! Send it to the next floor up- now!"
"But sir, they have the same repair guy, and that's why the floor below has a long queue-."
"No excuses! I don't want to hear it again, you green-lipped warp-necked son of an apple-!"
Van could feel himself pushed over the edge in an instant. He could take no more. With one swift motion the long-neck shoved the ranting tyrannosaur backwards onto the desk, knocking a sheaf of papers over as he grabbed his supervisor's necktie.
"Listen, you needle-toothed dick-head, I don't know what you aren't fucking getting at home but me and a lot of other people are sick of hearing you carry on like a damned gorilla! So let's see about calming you down, boy." He growled, glaring into Tibalt's dark eyes. He was stunned by his words, almost as stunned as the rex himself, who sat in shock as the huge sauropod kept his tie in a death-grip.
He inhaled as Van brazenly grabbed his supervisor's groin, feeling out the meaty package inside the blue pants.Van's long whip tail lashed out in excitement. "Yeah, this needs to be let out I think." He grinned and started to unzip the weak zipper.
"T-Tallis, that the fuck are you - s-stop that you crazy green- ungh don't, this is wrong!" The rex shuddered as he tried to push against Van's grip and failed. As his employee began to reach for his soft vulnerable equipment, he realized how Vincent was really built, glancing over the hard muscles that stretched the white shirt sleeves tightly. He swallowed, recognizing Van as more than a match for him.
Van let out a condescending coo as he slipped his hand into the open zipper of his boss' pants, stroking down the smooth shaft and gripping the round globes of flesh underneath. Tibalt shrieked in resistance as the huge male molested him. He tried to retaliate, hissing and snapping at the arm holding him down on the desk. He was met with a rumbling growl of dominance.
"Down, Tibbs, good boy, let's relieve some of that stress, shall we?" Said Van wickedly as he worked the masculine tools gently out from their dark resting place. Tibalt held back a whimper. Harsh as the sauropod was, he was right- he hadn't had a release in... well he couldn't remember exactly at the moment, but each sexless day was wearing on him. Work had been piled up for months. The carnivore hadn't had the time or energy to pleasure himself at all.
His thoughts snapped back as he felt his cock and balls exposed to the cool office air, the dark red shaft thickening, sensitive and eager for release, even at the male's firm touch.
Van grinned as he griped his boss' cock and rubbed his thumb over the swelling head. Keeping the squirming predator pinned on the desk, he stroked slowly, feeling each heartbeat pump more hot blood into the growing cock.
"My, my, Tibbs, what a set you have here! Does your wife squeal in bed, huh? Does she like getting impaled on this big meat-eater's fuck-pole?" Van chuckled at his own words. He usually didn't care for such vulgarity, but a few of his lovers enjoyed dirty talk in bed and he learned quickly how to lay it on thick. He felt his own maleness stir as he rubbed and jerked the throbbing pole, letting it flop up and down in his grip as it grew to full erection.
"Ungh- Tallis, p-please stop y-you can't-." His words were cut off as a surprised moan left his throat, arching his back in reaction as the strong, careful grip stroked his engorged cock. He was somewhat surprised to feel how soft the sauropod's hand was on his sensitive shaft, hardly the rough knotty grasp he had expected. Tingles of pleasure ran through his brain as a bead of pre-ejaculate formed on the tip of his cock, aiding Van's quick stroking.
"Yeah, that's it Tibbs, just let it go..." Enthralled in his task, Van hardly noticed the predator's tail snaking up behind him. In a half-hearted attempt to escape, Tibalt tried to strike between his captor's legs and missed, batting the muscled inner thigh. It hardly hurt, but surprised Van enough to distract him.
"Tib-?"
The carnivore lunged, trying to wrench his tie and cock from the plant-eater's grip. His movements were weak, hindered by the carnal pleasure forced onto him. He managed to get to his feet and went no farther, letting out a yelp as Van hauled him back down to the desk, this time facing the smooth brown wood. The sauropod kept his grip on the throbbing cock and positioned himself behind the thrashing rex.
"No, no, no Tibbs, we gotta get those rocks off so you can relax, got it?" he said with a chuckle. "Come on, boss, let it go, good boy."
"Help! Someone help!" shouted the horny carnivore in vain as his thick cock was worked over, smearing streaks of pre-ejaculate over the wooden desk. Now a sound-proof office seemed like a ridiculous request. He shuddered and groaned, wishing the pleasure would stop. He could feel the enthralled herbivore breathing on his neck. He gripped the desk with trembling claws as he hesitantly began to thrust his hips out of instinct, his balls tapping against the cool wooden desk. He groaned loudly in bliss and frustration; he didn't want this male's attention, but he so dearly needed release. He wanted a soft body to thrust into, but he was disturbed to find a giddy, dangerous sort of thrill at being held down and milked like an animal.
"You're a horny, dirty boy, aren't you Tibalt? You like to boss around others and throw that dick around like you're king, don't you?" The predator blushed hotly at his words. They cut deep now that his defenses were down.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-."
"Too many personal problems, Tibalt?" murmured Van softly. Oh yes, he thought, I'm getting through. Just a frustrated little animal, like all of us...
"Work is... just so h-hard" he started, surprising himself with such an admission to another male. "And home has no comfort..." Another whimper of want gushed from his throat as his desk was further moistened by pre-ejaculate. "T-that bitch never gives me pussy-" He growled, referring to his wife as he thrust hard into Van's tight grip. "Ungh!"
A hot boiling wave of pleasure rippled through him. Oh god, here it comes...! He tried desperately to hold back, but his own carnal needs betrayed him. As Van hummed in pleasure, the predator let out a broken roar of pleasure, his fleshy cock swelling tightly as a hot gush of pure pearly white seed splashed to the desk. Tibalt arched his back and whimpered as he thrust again and again, another surge of cum wrenched from his body followed by a third and fourth, slowly dissipating.
Van smirked, stroking slower and slower, squeezing the flesh tube for every bit of cum he could get, letting it drip to the smooth wooden desk. "There you go Tibbs; geeze, you have been holding back, haven't you?"
Tibalt blushed with shame as the sauropod let go of his warm cock. He immediately pushed it back into his pants, shuddering at the exposure. "P-please just go. Go back to your office." He stammered, panting. He waited until the door closed before he began to clean his desk of his seed, marveling at how much of a mess he'd made through the confused thoughts and feelings swirling in his head.
Van hummed happily as he strode away from Tibalt's office, a thick, protruding bulge in the crotch of his pants. He paused at Matt's cubicle, grinning down at the distracted Triceratops.
"Van? How did- urk!" He was interrupted as the tall sauropod grabbed his tie and dragged him towards the bathroom, tail lashing with anticipation.