Public Commission #4

The young German Shepherd admired himself in the mirror of his small apartment room. He looked pretty decent in a suit and tie, he thought to himself with a slightly confident smile. The college student frequently went to the gym after his final class of the day and it showed, even through his suit which only further helped define his shape into something strong and confident and about as professional as he could manage to afford being a college student and intern. His name was Derrick and his fluffy tail wagged as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door to start another day at the office. It was a great position; it gave him experience in the field of work he was interested in making a career out of while also helping him network with some powerful people in that field. Despite the lack of pay, he was incredibly lucky to land it and never took it for granted. Today would be no different: he stopped at a simple shop that made decent coffee, grabbed a cheap little pastry for breakfast and two coffees. One for himself and another for his boss.

Ah, William. The golden Labrador's smile held all of the beauty of a sunrise to Derrick. He never minded the sensation of his tail wagging as he'd set the lab's coffee down on his desk every morning and watch William inhale the perfectly memorized brew and bring a warm smile to the canines lips. It was enough to help Derrick go through the rest of his day entirely on its own, remembering that this unpaid work will go a long way to help him get a better job once he finished his studies. Today would be no different! Derrick proudly padded through the office after a short bus ride, offering smiles and waves to the others busily shuffling about the office. The entire floor was fairly high up in the large office building. This was the bigwigs' level of the company with only one more level up to go which was largely populated by the partnered owners when they actually needed to show up for meetings, which was rare. William always told Derrick he had the potential to own a company of his own some day if he continued to work hard, just like he did! Maybe even find a girl and raise a family of his own some day. Derrick never really had a proper response for that, not that he was worried William might be a bigot; the lab always told him about how much he loved his own kids regardless of what they grew up into. No. It

was the fact William was a happily (and monogamously) married man. Every day he dropped off his bosses coffee, saw that warm smile he fell in love with and turned to have their before-work chit-chat. He'd be greeted by the photo of the lab and his family smiling back at him. The shepherd would remind himself he was not some love-struck teenager, with eyes for only one man. There were plenty of fish in the sea...but all that garbage did nothing to soothe a broken heart or help those unrequited feelings go away.

Instead he would have to be satisfied with being lucky enough to work as an intern under someone so great. Derrick could live with that...at least if it wasn't for the constant pestering of William's equivalent of a workplace rival: Spencer. The older Doberman was competing with the lab for the soon-to-be open position of Senior Partner. It was a big deal, one the Doberman--who was renowned for his ruthless business tactics--was not going to let fall to chance. Derrick knew well enough after William's honest warning about "Spencer's habit of chewing people up and spitting them out when he was done with them" that Derrick pretty much just ignored any e-mails he received from the Doberman that weren't official business. Of course the older canine seemed to just get more persistent, more aggressive, and even louder as time went on, going so far as to pretend they were both getting out of their cars at the same time in the parking lot. Derrick had had enough, so that day when he received an e-mail from Spencer asking him to meet in the lunchroom at 3PM, he sent a curt response that explained he would agree to meet, at the very least in hopes that saying "no" to the man's face instead of dodging invites would end the incessant pestering .

Derrick made sure he was in presentable condition before heading to the lunchroom. Spencer, of course, chose the perfect time. They weren't exactly alone in such a bustling office but the room was abandoned for the rest of the day. As the shepherd made his way into the room, Spencer was sitting at a desk, seemingly taking a late lunch judging by the drink he had on the table, razor-sharp eyes focused intently on the young intern the minute Derrick entered the room. Derrick felt a chill run through him as the Doberman put on a discernibly practiced smile, those pearly white teeth on full display as he got up to shake hands before inviting Derrick to sit with him. Derrick took a deep breath as Spencer chuckled softly before speaking, "Nice to finally meet you! William has been singing your praises since you got here, pup!" the older canine said, seemingly relaxing in his seat once

more. Luckily, Derrick thought, the Doberman seemed to look past the fact the shepherd had been ignoring direct e-mails from him. Which meant...

"I'll get right to it! Don't wanna confuse you with any business jargon: I want senior partner."

Before he could continue, Derrick attempted to cut in. "Well, I wish you lu-" he started, but Spencer simply raised his voice ever so slightly and took back the conversation.

"Just! Let. Me. Finish. Pup." He punctuated each word, even the 'pup', "If you hear me out you'll never hear from me again."

Derrick felt like he didn't really have a choice in the matter at this point. "Fine," Derrick huffed, even adding an eye-roll which he realized only made him look much like the 'pup' Spencer referred to him as after doing it.

Spencer went on, unfazed by the other canine's seemingly uninterested expression, "I see the way you look at him. With your tail wagging and your stomach in your throat. You think he hasn't noticed it either? He's content to leave your relationship as purely professional, he gets to be promoted, he gets to resume his happy little life. What do you get? A reference, maybe." Derrick smirked slightly, the thought of this guy talking to him about interns getting treated "fairly" was a joke in and of itself, yet Spencer continued. "Me? I'm where I am because I take what I want. Now you can judge me for that, sure, but I'm happy because I'm where I want to be. You can be too. I'm even willing to give you the opportunity to take what you want. If you're interested give me a call." The Doberman got up, handed Derrick a card with his private number on it, and then left the lunchroom. Derrick didn't even know why he bothered tucking the damn thing into his shirt pocket. He immediately dismissed the Doberman's claim, of course. How could he "take" William's love? What garbage, the shepherd thought to himself as he made his way back to his cubicle. William was happy, not to mention straight; Spencer was clearly just trying to manipulate him into sabotaging his boss. When he got that promotion what would Derrick get? Fired probably. Then he'd have even less than a reference.

Derrick looked at his screen. He'd spent about thirty minutes just staring at it contemplating that stupid offer. Ugh! The young college student shook his head. There were far more important things to worry about! Midterms were coming up soon, so he'd have to schedule time off for those and the office of course was bustling with things to do. Derrick shook his head again, refocused, and put all thoughts out of his mind as he began writing up this month's budget report for William's division. It took longer than usual; Derrick had a hard time focusing and he didn't get the end-of-day tasks he normally easily swept through done today but they could wait until tomorrow. The shepherd made his way home, and the canine was about to treat himself to dinner for finally dealing with Spencer before the service light on his dash lit up and he realized he probably shouldn't be spending what he didn't have for the next couple of months. Instead, he made his way home to his apartment, began cooking some macaroni and cheese, and marked on the calendar the day he'd be able to take his car into the shop. It was an old hunk of junk but until he could afford to trade it in he was stuck with its maintenance costs. The canine sighed heavily, it would just be a couple more years before hopefully he'd get a shining reference to his resume and hopefully land a job that could finally start improving his quality of life. The canine drowned out the voice in his mind that kept reminding him that statistically, he wasn't guaranteed anything. Even the reference wasn't a complete guarantee. Derrick decided to stop thinking about it for now. That smirking Doberman was still on his mind, that's all it was. He sat down on the chair he found on the curb and turned on the television he was lucky enough to find at a yard sale. It mostly worked. He popped in a DVD--of course he'd seen all these movies before, but cable TV was outside his budget with the way they made you also buy internet and a land line to install it. Basically, it was just comforting noise at this point as he got up and poured the cheesy pasta into a bowl. The rest would make a decent breakfast tomorrow. After pouring the leftovers into a container, the canine went back to spending the rest of the evening watching the movie he'd watched several times already and eating his dinner before heading to bed.

The next day things didn't get any better. Derrick struggled to focus on his work; every time William spoke all the shepherd could think was, "Oh, how wonderful for you," as the gold lab talked about his kids or his wife.

He mentally chastised himself each and every time. Normally Derrick just felt lucky that he got to share conversations with William more than any of the other interns. But now, all he could think about was Spencer's words.

How William was a shoo-in for the promotion, how he'd be working under a new boss before his internship ended, how Spencer could end up becoming his next boss, and how at this rate he might not even get that reference at the end of all this! Their morning conversation was far more one-sided than usual with Derrick doing his best not to focus on the bad thoughts. He realized he was zoned out when the golden lab grabbed his attention with a little heart-to-heart about how Derrick was like a son to him at this point. He loved William, he reminded himself. William's happiness was paramount to him. But why did that leave his own heart aching? Wasn't that enough? Derrick left William's office like he normally did when the conversation died out and got to work. Nothing seemed to flow anymore; everything he was doing was for someone else's benefit now, in his mind. None of this benefited him at all! Maybe Spencer was right, at least about taking what he wanted. Derrick even found himself idly scanning across job websites, getting a feel for the job market he'd be diving into in a couple years. It wasn't promising. In fact, from a cursory glance he realized that if he was looking for a job right now, he'd have to land one of three companies or else he'd have to move across the country just to get a job to keep a roof over his head. Or he could be bold, start his own company like William suggested. Derrick shook his head clean of those thoughts again and refocused on his work. It was way too early to be worrying about such things. And the rest of the day went on, a little less bright than the last. Derrick drove home after not getting as much work as he would have liked before arriving at his small apartment. He bumped the visit to the garage up a day or two since his car now was starting to make a funny noise, ate his leftovers from last night which he forgot to eat in the morning, and went to bed after watching another DVD. The rest of the week that followed much the same way. Spencer was true to his word though: there were no more e-mails from the Doberman waiting for him in his inbox each morning.

A month passed and winter blew in strong with record snowfall. Derrick grumbled softly to himself as he busily worked at his cubicle. The past few days had been very hectic with the holidays coming. Staff members were taking their vacations, more work was coming with fewer people to handle

it, and that meant a lot of overtime for Derrick. Not that the company could pay him overtime, not with his current contract as an intern. Getting up, he stood there, staring out the office window. The sun had set a good couple hours ago and he wasn't going to get home for another few of them. The shepherd sighed. At least he could get himself something nice for dinner, come back, finish up, and then head home. What was he missing out on anyway except his car finally breaking down in the middle of the road or another DVD re-run? He took his car into the shop last month, and it wasn't good. They told him he was better off trading in for a slightly newer model if he can't afford the repairs. Now he was picking the paper every day to keep an eye on any tantalizing ads for a used car. It would have been nice to get paid for all this extra work people were entrusting to him but he couldn't exactly say "no" to the golden lab who patted him on the back, put him in a headlock, and jovially chuckled about the he also had to pay his dues early on in his life. He joked about how the bigwigs would surely notice all his gumption and reward him appropriately, in time. Once everyone but Derrick and perhaps the cleaning staff piled out of the office, he couldn't stop himself from wondering how true that was. Sure. William was great; he was going to make a great CEO and reward all of those under him fairly. However, Derrick wouldn't be under William anymore. Technically, Derrick would be working for whoever got William's old position. He had been keeping an eye on the people gunning for the position and it didn't look great, if only because it sounded like upper management was actually considering downsizing the responsibilities of William's old department onto Spencer's department once he was promoted. Derrick doubted the Doberman would be thrilled to treat him with the same respect William had, given the circumstances. The Doberman's words were something he mulled over for hours. Every. Day. It's not like he could afford many distractions except maybe when he was busy with his school work.

Derrick left the office, wrapping his scarf tightly around his neck and throwing on his old jacket. The shepherd made his way down the street to where there was a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant a few blocks from from his office building. It was decent, but he wasn't risking his car's last life on anything he could walk to these days. Derrick always liked the orange glow of the streetlights on the freshly fallen, undisturbed surface of the snow in the street before the traffic melted it into brown slush. It was a quick order:

a small, cheap meal which he decided to take back to the office. He could get the work done sooner if he ate and worked at the same time. When he got back to the office, he was alone. The cleaning staff had left for the night and the only lights on were the ones he himself had left on. An eerie hush in the office that he had become used to had washed over everything as he settled into his cubicle silently and began to pick away at his chicken fried rice while the rest of his co-workers sat at home in warm, well-lit houses surrounded by their loving families. Derrick couldn't get Spencer out of his head. He realized he hadn't even thrown away the asshole's business card this whole time. It felt like the crushing weight of the world would flatten him should he give up any opportunity given to him without fully considering it, no matter how much he despised it initially. Derrick took a long look in the faded reflection of himself in the window looking out on the city beside his cubicle. Sure, some people, like William, were one of the lucky few. Either getting noticed by upper management or someone in a position of power rewarding their hard work and overtime. However, the reality of the situation was that his chances of being noticed were a lot lower than William's were back in the day when William worked his kind of job. If he wanted this career, he was going to need to take it. He didn't need to like Spencer. He didn't need to agree with everything Spencer did or said. But he could not deny the truth in his advice. William was blessed with good fortune and led a naive life because of it, full of fantasies of a world where hard, diligent workers were appropriately rewarded. It hurt Derrick to think of William as anything less than perfect, but his livelihood was on the line! Bills were past due, his only form of transportation was busted. He needed to take this seriously and stop looking at this through the rose-colored glasses that William could afford to wear! Based on how things were shaping up, he'd be lucky if William sent him an annual e-mail on time in a few years.

After closing the lid on his dinner, he got up and put it in the staff room refrigerator, saving it for breakfast tomorrow and sitting back down in his cubicle. The shepherd pulled out his phone before reaching into his back pocket and plucking the Doberman's business card free. Derrick exhaled slowly; all he needed to do was listen to the sick fuck and if he didn't like what he was hearing he could look elsewhere. That's all it was. Nodding his head to himself, he dialed up the Doberman's number and waited for the

answering machine to pick up. It was dinner time afte--"Hello?" A slightly irritated voice met the shepherd's ears.

"Oh! Hello Mr. Davis! I don't know if you remember me. It's Derrick Bailey. I was calling because-" He was cut off again.

"Oh! Right. How're you doing, boy? Still think that singular glowing reference is going to get you a six figure salary once you've gotten that degree?"

The Doberman's tone was full of amusement, only making it harder for Derrick to find his voice. "Well! Uh... Actually-"

Again, the older male didn't let him finish. "Ah, you've come around then! Good boy! Figured you'd be calling me up sooner! No worries though. We'll discuss this more on Monday when I'm in the office. Enjoy your weekend, pup!" Then the call ended as if that was that. Derrick was dumbfounded. His mind reeled but he grimaced tightly and nodded once, turning off his monitor despite not finishing his work that evening. It was time to go to his barely heated, drafty apartment and try to get some sleep.

Monday came faster than Derrick thought. His weekend was largely spent on his studies now that midterms had passed and he could actually focus on it. The fit shepherd made his way into work early to get started on the work he didn't finish on Friday. He hoped Spencer had forgotten all about their phone call--Nope! In fact, the grinning Doberman stood leaning against the shepherds cubicle as if pleased to see that Derrick was on time, "Glad you made it! Thought you might have gotten cold feet on me!" The older man chuckled, motioning to the blowing flakes of falling snow outside that the shepherd was all too aware of as he plucked off his wet scarf and tried to place his coat on the rack in his small cubicle.

"I didn't know-" He was cut off again, although at this point he was getting used to it.

"Yeah! I was hoping we'd get more time to talk about this, honestly. But that's alright, we still have lots of time to work out the details of my plan." A "plan" now? Derrick thought to himself, brow perking and advertising his

thoughts as transparently as the ice on the roads outside. "You didn't think I was going to rely on only you to secure my position for partner, did you?" The Doberman chuckled derisively, such that Derrick's ears flicked back momentarily. The taller, muscular male wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders and walked him towards the break room as he began to explain everything to Derrick.

The Doberman explained that he really did like Will! He was s a good guy that Spencer could count on when the company needed to band together and get things done! He was charismatic and he deserved that promotion; however, life--as Derrick also knew--wasn't about getting what you deserved. William lived a privileged life that allowed him to succeed where others just like him failed. One of the lucky ones, blind to his own fortune as he spouted off about how everything would come together eventually as long as Derrick kept his chin up and his shoulders straight. The shepherd couldn't help but agree with Spencer. It was the painful truth after all. While Will's worst-case scenario was a six-figure salary that ensured him a comfortable retirement, Derrick was going to be lucky if a company hired him at all without spending even more time and money, which he did not have, in furthering his education first. His worst-case scenario was flipping burgers in six months with Will's "glowing reference" that was supposed to set him for life! "How many times did you stand there and smile at the guy while he joked to your face about how he didn't even go to college to start in a place like this?" Spencer asked. Derrick cringed visibly. It was true. Every word. The shepherd watched Spencer pop a bagel in the toaster and grab some cream cheese out of the fridge along with a plastic disposable butter knife. His stomach growled as he smelled the herbs in the bready snack toasting. "Don't let Will pull you into his fantasy, boy. Make no mistake, reality won't hesitate to kick your ass any more than it's going to hesitate in kicking his." The Doberman chuckled, smearing a heaping helping of the thick white spread across the hard, crunchy ring of bread before offering one half to Derrick, "Go on. You've given up enough meals for this company. It's time you took what was yours, boy. When I make partner, I'm going to need an assistant. One that can get shit done. I'm going to want you. In return, Will gets to keep his job and you get what you've been wanting since you first met him in that job interview--and we all saw you pitch a tent in those slacks when he shook your paw, boy." The

Doberman chuckled deeply, lips pulling back to reveal those sharp, white teeth as his hungry gaze traveled over Derrick's body in a way that made the shepherd shiver.

Derrick wanted to deny the truth in Spencer's words, he wanted to challenge them or even argue their point, but even as he ate the Doberman's offering he couldn't refuse them. It made sense to him. Soon enough the Doberman was making use of their alone time at the office, while the sun-- not that anyone could see it behind the dark grey clouds--was just starting to rise, to tell the shepherd his plan. How Will needed a dose of reality, how it wasn't just 'hard work paying off' for him, that luck was a factor with people in the right places noticing him. How his relationship with his wife was suffering under the strain of his workaholic attitude and the needs of his growing family. How Spencer had spoken with her about this during the last company Christmas dinner function. How the Doberman had spent almost an entire year being someone she could talk to and rely on for those needs when Will was too busy traveling for yet another conference. Spencer planned on using her to force Will out of the running for partner. The young college student listened intently, even as he felt his conscience grating on him. The Doberman wanted more than one angle if possible, of course. What better then footage of the golden lab fucking with his male interns? No wonder he had never gotten in trouble for touching the female college students they'd send him. No wonder his marriage was struggling. While being gay wasn't reason enough for Will to drop out of the running for partner in these modern times, the unprofessional nature of his actions as well as the devastation of losing his wife if it were to get out would certainly make his life a lot more 'realistic' and finally pull his head out of those clouds. With that, the Doberman left the shepherd to think about it further, to think about if he was really ready to jump on board. If he was willing to hurt the one he loved to show him the reality of the situation that everybody else had to survive through every day, or if he'd prefer to let Will go on living a fantasy only to inevitably fall even harder later when someone less invested in him wanted to destroy him.

The shepherd spent the rest of the day attempting to catch up with work as it piled on from co-workers that needed his help with this or co-workers that couldn't be bothered with that. His mind reeled with the Doberman's

words. He knew that Spencer was trying to manipulate him, play to his desperation. That job offer was a verbal agreement made in secret, even if he demanded a contract there was no way Spencer could legally provide a job for him that he couldn't give yet. Why should he trust Spencer of all people? The Doberman was a cutthroat businessman who had manipulated Will's wife into cheating on the golden lab for fuck's sake! But... What if the things Spencer said about Will's marriage was true? Derrick had to admit, he didn't pry very far into the golden lab's personal life. He was far too focused on the way the canine's golden fur shined with such luster with the morning sun shining on it while he spoke about his family with such affection. Then again, he couldn't remember a time when the golden lab talked about the "bad times," and while he could definitely understand the golden lab wanting to keep his personal and formal lives separate, that did lend credence to Spencer's claim. Why lie about it after all? It was the main part of his plan. Derrick was just the final nail he wanted to secure in the coffin. When he got the call that Will wouldn't be in that day because he was concerned the commute to work would be unsafe with the icy roads, that he would finish his work from home and resolve any issues over the phone if absolutely necessary, Derrick couldn't help but think about the Doberman's words again. Louder in his head, undeniably right. Here he was, driving to work in his beat up second-hand car more than a decade old on those icy roads without winter tires while Will stayed in his large, warm home with his family that he loved "working" away on a laptop he barely understood how to get to function properly. Derrick found his hands balling up into fists. He simply could not bring himself to focus and get back to work. Gritting his teeth, he took out his cellphone and made his way to the office stairway and called Spencer.

Derrick could feel his heart pumping a mile a minute in his chest, only realizing after he had arrived at the stairway that there weren't enough people around the office to warrant looking for a private place like this. The well-built canine's arm trembling ever so slightly as he listened to his phone ring, silently praying Spencer would not pick up. That something would intervene against this terrible idea he was doing. Click! "Hello?" He heard the familiar voice ask him, he paused. He could hear the Doberman repeat the greeting before he finally found his voice.

"... I'm in," he uttered, ears pinned back with his whole body shaking. He felt dizzy as Spencer's voice warmly praised him, began giving instructions. It all became a blur to the shepherd who gripped the railing of the stairs tightly. The Doberman explained his carefully detailed plan while Derrick stared out over the edge of the railing down at the floor several sets of staircases down. The old canine told him how the he had been preparing this for quite some time, how all the pieces seemed to be fitting into place so conveniently as if the universe was rooting for him. Derrick needed Spencer to repeat himself a couple of times, and the Doberman even asked the shepherd if he could handle this before Derrick shook his head, steeled himself, balled up his hands and re-affirmed that he was good to go. Another thirty minutes passed before Derrick confidently strode from the stairway, shoulders rolled back and tail wagging with his stride. Sitting down back in his cubicle, he looked at the screen. He had fallen so far behind in his work. With the familiar smile he usually wore he got back to work.

Weeks passed. Derrick found he was a lot more clear-headed at work, where the little things that were really starting to get to him were back to being an afterthought. Morning coffee with William returned to being comfortable, casual, and enjoyable! Day after day, returning to his desk, doing his job. Noting the subtle change in William's demeanor as time went on, savoring it when he would walk into the meeting room without that chipper smile curling up his lips, his tail sullen and motionless behind him and his shoulders slumped. Derrick wouldn't lie to himself and say he didn't take some satisfaction in it. Spencer mentioned that his plan had already started by the time he jumped on board with it. Had Spencer revealed what he had been doing with the lab's wife? Did he know he wasn't going to get the promotion? For all intents and purposes, William looked like his same old self during work hours for the most part. It was only because Derrick had spent so much time getting to know the lab did he know how to read the man's subtle body language. Finally, with only days before the company had to announce who would be filling the prestigious position of Senior Partner, Derrick perked up when he got an e-mail from William telling him to come to his office. It was strange because Derrick was certain the lab had left for the day, since the office had closed over an hour ago. The cleaning staff were shuffling into the building. With a shrug he got up from his chair

and made his way over to the corner office, noting that the blinds had been drawn, although that had become more of a common occurrence over the past week or so.

After knocking on the door, the shepherd heard William awkwardly clear his throat before welcoming him in. The younger canine let himself in with a casual smile. "Hey, Will! You, uh, alright? You are usually one of the first people out the door ever since I started working here." The shepherd awkwardly chuckled, clearly worried.

The yellow lab was standing near the large floor-to-ceiling window that lined one of his office walls, "Mmh? Of course. Something came up that could only be dealt with later than usual is all," he reassured the younger canine, who closed the door behind him and stepped up to stand next to the other, older canine, and watched the sun slowly dip into the horizon.

"Well I'm glad to hear you're alright. Is there something I can help you with then?" the shepherd asked, trying to figure out why he had been called in here. He was waiting for the lab to inevitably reveal some tedious task that would keep him here well into the evening, patting him on the back and chuckling his way out of that office while babbling something about building character.

The lab stared off, gaze distant as he nodded slowly, as if considering his words carefully before those warm eyes that Derrick had fallen in love with gazed his way. "Before that, I need to be perfectly clear, Derrick. I respect you as my equal and I would never want to do anything to jeopardize our working relationship. That said, if you feel uncomfortable with anything I'm about to say to you, please! Feel free to step right out that door and we can forget this whole thing happened." The lab looked desperate letting an unnatural pause linger to punctuate his sentence. His face looked so desperate in that moment that Derrick had never seen before. The shepherd's heart melted; he wanted to give the man he loved whatever it was that he needed!

"What is it, Will?" the canine asked, turning his head to face the lab who focused intently forward, seemingly unable to meet the other male's gaze.

"I..." William mumbled, clearing his throat again before narrowing his gaze, "You are a very attractive young man, Derrick..." The shepherd's heart skipped a beat. What was going on? "You have worked so hard for me. Given so much. I would like to... Give back." The lab spoke softly now, ears folded back, tail tucked as if the words had been extracted from him with pliers. Derrick's breath caught in his throat, Spencer's words from that day, weeks ago, ringing through his skull like a church bell: "All you need to do is take what is yours and you will have everything you deserve." This was it! Spencer's plan! Derrick didn't think Spencer would go this far! If he turned and left, right now, Will would be spared a large portion of whatever plan Spencer had cooked up. They could continue on with their professional lives together. He was tempted to. Derrick loved William. Truly. He wanted to give the lab what he practically begged for moments ago, secretly: to leave. To spare Will. For things to be normal.

But Derrick wasn't happy with normal. He knew that and, after a slight pause, the two canines' breath catching in their throats for different reasons, he reached over slightly, gripping the older male's wrist and guided Will's paw to his crotch. "I'd like that too, Will." Derrick said, lips curling up into a slight grin. The intern could see his boss's eyes widen for a single moment before flicking down slightly, expression shifting subtly enough that if Derrick didn't know him he wouldn't have caught the disappointment, the fear and.. Something else. Something new.

The office went quiet after that, the slow, sensual sound of cloth shuffling as Will massaged Derrick's crotch. The lab looked...uncomfortable, or perhaps he was just inexperienced. But after a few moments he finally reached for the fly of the shepherd's pants and tugged it down. Derrick stood there, slowly leaning back to sit on the edge of Will's desk as his pants were tugged open and his boss slowly sunk down onto his knees in front of him, freeing up the view of the sun setting behind the city buildings behind him. Derrick cut the silence by heaving a long, content sigh of relief as his aching, heavy erection slipped free of his underwear. He did his best to keep himself tidy and clean, mentally relieved with the lab didn't recoil from his throbbing erection in disgust. Derrick, who by no means was a virgin, was slightly surprised when the straight, married man kneeling in

front of him--without batting an eye--took that glistening red cock into his muzzle. Derrick's head fell back, eyes closing as he almost saw stars. Will's mouth felt like nirvana wrapped around his cock, the obscenely wet 'slrrrp!' of his boss's lips dragging across his sensitive flesh brought both of his hands to grip the edge of the desk. Derrick moaned, perhaps a bit too loudly, his toned frame shaking slightly as he already began to drip pre onto Will's tongue.

Will's eyes were shut, that yellow-furred muzzle bobbing up and down Derrick's cock, "O-oh god-! Will~!" Derrick's voice shook, beginning to pant softly. The yellow lab did not respond, seemingly focused on his task-- which he was doing very well! His pace quickened and the office filled with the wet slurps at an increasing pace of 'slrp! slrp! slp!' Will's hands massaged the shepherd's thighs gently as he occasionally paused to gulp down the pooling pre in his muzzle before it would drip over his lips. Derrick's hips began to buck forward occasionally adding the occasional 'glk!' and gagging noises as that fat, drooling tip of his cock pressed insistently into the back of Will's throat. Determined to take the reins of the situation, Derrick reached down and gripped each side of the lab's head, taking over the pace for the canine, forcing him to bob in time with his hands, to slow the dog down and let him enjoy this a little more thoroughly. Some small part of Derrick terrified that he'd wake up in his room at any moment or that he'd be fired by the end of the day. He was going to take what he wanted, all the way. And what he wanted right now was to fuck his boss's muzzle! The dog pushed Will's head back so he could stand back up and begin driving his hips forward into Will's surprisingly obedient muzzle. He could feel the other dog's tongue nudging against the base of his cock.

After a few minutes, he was forcing the blunt tip of his cock against the back of his boss's throat and still the lab didn't seem to resist beyond his involuntary response to gag, which only felt more heavenly as that hot, tight throat closed around his dick like a vise, tempting him to choke Will each time. But he relented; he also wanted Will to enjoy this, as much as he could anyway, which prompted him to pull Will off his cock for the first time since they started. The lab looked up, confused, mouth hanging open, pre and spit dripping from his lolled tongue before glancing down to see where Derrick was looking. Between his legs, beneath his slacks, his cock

was straining visibly against the fabric. Will glanced up in time to watch Derrick smirk toothily down at him, "Go ahead, whip it out. Let's enjoy ourselves, Will," the shepherd invited. The lab's face lit up a bright red beneath his fur before he reluctantly did so. The lab's cock wasn't as big as Derrick's own but it was decent, very clean too just like him! The shepherd nodded slightly as he watched his boss begin to stroke himself uncomfortably before hilting his cock roughly into the lab's muzzle once more. The office filled with the wet, sloppy skull fucking along with the wet sound of his boss masturbating while offering it!

Unfortunately for Derrick, he couldn't resist his boss's muzzle for too much longer. After a few more minutes his thrusts became erratic. The shepherd grit his teeth as he freely fucked Will's muzzle and throat before shooting the first hot, thick rope of cum directly into that wet, pink orifice, splattering his seed across Will's throat before pulling his hips back from that suckling maw to shoot three more ropes of his cum into the lab's muzzle. He moaned loudly in the older dog's office, tail wagging dominantly as he came harder than he ever had in his life. The sound of Will gulping his cum, choking slightly as he came in time with Derrick and splashing his cum onto the carpeted floor at his desk, was the icing on the blissful cake. The shepherd stood there, letting go of Will's head and sitting back on the desk as he heard Will lapping up the mess, dutifully cleaning up what he did from Derrick's spent, softening member. Derrick enjoyed the afterglow of his climax, burning this memory into his brain forever. The way the sky slowly turned purple as the last of the sun vanished over the horizon. The heat of Will's breath blowing across his sheath as his cock retreated into it. The way the lab's breath came labored from the throat-fucking and the sticky cum lining it made Derrick shiver as he tucked his softening member and sheath back into his pants. The shepherd let out a long, heavy sigh of relief as the biggest goofy grin of his life spread across his muzzle. His eyes glazed over as he savored the view of Will on his knees, lapping up the shepherds still warm cum from his lips. His fantasy, one he'd been silently sitting on for almost a year, happened. He wasn't going to wake up and find that none of it was real. They were both here, this was real! All he had to do was take it, like Spencer said!

Derrick reached down, lovingly stroking the side of Will's head, "That was amazing, Will..." Derrick huffed, still catching his breath, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you here again tomorrow." He said, noting the slight shift in Will's expression, surprised perhaps? Excited? His tail was wagging; he was enjoying this on some level. Will eventually responded with a far less confident smile back up at the other canine. "Yes, of course, Derrick," he said in that perfectly smooth voice of his, marred only very slightly by the scratches to his throat from a rough skull fucking moments ago. With that, Derrick pushed himself off the desk and forced his numb legs to carry him all the way back to his car. He took a minute once back inside his car to let the feeling return to the lower half of his body before driving home for the evening. He was going to celebrate by busting open that fancy $10 frozen pizza he splurged on the other day. Maybe even grab a little carton of chocolate milk at the nearby convenience store and watch one of his movies again. He was too focused on finally getting to have sex with the man he loved and lusted after since he started working to think about how a lot of things in his life would change once he got that job from Spencer.

Two weeks passed. Almost every weekday, Derrick spent the evening putting the surprisingly submissive Labrador in his place. Will still didn't seem comfortable with anal sex but Derrick didn't mind one bit. Except for the one holiday that gave them a long weekend, Will was on his knees for the shepherd, eagerly lapping, slurping and swallowing the younger canine's hot load. Most of the time the shepherd would even return the favor for Will when the lab couldn't finish while sucking him off! Derrick arrived that Monday morning to find several e-mails had been sent his way. There was the news that the new senior partner had been decided after Will had rescinded his application for the role. The lab claimed that his wife was pregnant and that he was already struggling to balance family and work and couldn't handle the added responsibilities at this point in his life. That e-mail was followed immediately after with one from Will asking Derrick to please see him in his office when he became available. Something was a little off about it, though; Will normally took the time to write every e-mail carefully with proper spelling and punctuation but some letters were missing and there were no capitalized letters. Furthermore, Derrick went to visit Will every morning anyway. He didn't need to send an e-mail. Very

uncharacteristic of Will. Derrick shrugged, slung his coat onto his chair, dropped his bag and made his way over to Will's office.

When Derrick arrived he noticed that the blinds were drawn and that Will

had not fully closed the door on his way in. When he caught the slight, soft
sound of a whimper from the other side he froze. Suddenly worried, he
silently approached the door. Derrick's canine ears perked up as he peeked
through the crack in the door. The shepherd saw Will, sitting on his desk,
facing away from the door towards the window lining the back wall of his
office. His legs were spread around the dark hips of the Doberman he
recognized as Spencer. "You sound just like your wife when I first put my
cock in her like this, Will," the Doberman chuckled deeply to the lab who
had his head turned away, eyes shut. "You are tight and warm like her
too..." Spencer commented. Derrick watched, not getting a clear view of the
action from his vantage point but he could make out the Doberman's
muscular hips gyrating and grinding between Will's. Then it hit Derrick like
a ton of bricks: Spencer was fucking Will's sheath!

He watched on as Spencer's hands possessively reached around the lab and gripped his firm, bare ass planted on that desk and drove his hips forward coaxing a soft whine from Will, "It hurts, Spencer..." he could hear the lab confess to the Doberman.

"Yeah, cuck?" he chuckled, hips still moving firmly. "Does my big dick hurt your little sheath?" he asked, muzzle slipping over Will's shoulder to speak into his ear. Only then did Derrick and Spencer's gaze meet. A grin curled up the Dobermans lips as he didn't stop despite their new spectator.

Before Derrick could even think about how Spencer's teasing and taunting made his blood boil, Will's shaky voice moaned out, "Nnh~! Yes, Spencer... Your big dick hurts my little sheath~" he confessed further. Despite himself, as much as Derrick detested Spencer's attitude his cock was already slipping from its sheath inside his pants.

Spencer slowly pulled his hips back after a few more minutes of using Will's sheath as a pocket pussy with a relieved groan from the lab, "Mmh, we'll get your sheath stretched out nice soon enough, Will. But, if you'd

like, I could cum inside your ass today instead," the Doberman offered in a condescending tone, like how a parent might bargain with a child who refused to eat their vegetables. Derrick watched as Will, almost eagerly, nodded his head much to his surprise!

"Yes! Please fuck my ass, Spencer~" the lab cooed, almost too sweetly to the Doberman who couldn't seem to wipe that wide grin off his face. William pushed himself off the desk, turning around--nearly catching Derrick but, thankfully, he was too focused on looking back over his shoulder to notice the shepherd--and assuming the position: legs spread, chest pressed flat to his desk, head lying on its side, tongue hanging out of his muzzle, and hands reaching back to tug that perfect ass open for the man behind him.

Derrick watched in shock as Will presented to another man. Spencer, meanwhile, was applying lubricant to his cock. "Derrick, you can come in now," he announced, startling both of the other canines.

"Wait-! What?! N-no-I can't do thi-!" Will attempted to stutter, pushing himself up before a firm, dark furred paw pressed down on his lower back and pinned him to the desk. The shepherd let himself in slowly, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he closed the door behind him and made his way over. Derrick watched Will sputter, clearly startled yet unable to push himself back up as a meaty wet 'slap!' filled the office when Spencer's hard, drooling canine dick slapped down against the lab's upturned ass.

Derrick continued to approach, rounding the desk to watch as Spencer lined himself up, the lab's protests getting interrupted by Spencer speaking over him. "You've been doing this for a month now, Will. Of course you can. Let's show Derrick what a skilled tail lifter you've become since you first found out that I've been fucking Nancy." His deep voice resonated in the room.

The lab stopped yelping, stopped struggling, one eye winced shut and the other wide in desperation as he looked up at Derrick. "I didn't want you to find out about--Nnnh~!" He stopped mid-sentence, Derrick's gaze catching sight of that thick, glistening red rod force its way into Will's tight, pink

little ring of muscle. Will let out a low groan, eyes rolling up and muzzle falling open into a drooling pant as the Doberman's firm hips slowly came up to rest against his own. Only the fat, bulbous knot separated them now as Spencer's low groan of satisfaction filled the office. Derrick watched on, silent as the new Senior Partner for the company began to firmly fuck the still Junior Partner right there, in front of him.

"That's a good boy, Will... So tight." The large Doberman commented, bringing a hand up and driving it down onto the lab's upturned ass. Will seemed unable to talk as Spencer's cock began to firmly and steadily pump its way into his tight, hot hole, so Spencer decided to take control of the situation like he'd been teaching Derrick. "So, Derrick! Nnh! You've seen the news then? Sorry for the deception but I wanted to make sure you saw this today." Meaty claps began to fill the room accompanied by Will's shaking moans, the lab no longer struggling to stop what was happening. Derrick watched that thick girth freely piston back and forth inside of his boss, erection straining inside his briefs as he watched Spencer's hips rhythmically fuck Will in front of him for several long minutes. "We're going to sit down together today and write up a contract for you, Derrick. I want you working for us full-time. Full benefits. The works. You even get to--Mmmh, yeah... Squeeze down on it again. Good boy--enjoy Mr. Miller at your convenience as well!" His thrusts stopped on a particularly rough note. "In fact...let's get you a taste of what you're signing up for." The Doberman chuckled, reaching down and hooking his arms beneath the lab's own, then hefting Will up before slowly easing them both back onto the seat behind him. He was careful, so as not to risk forcing his knot into Will. The lab's button-up shirt was open, leaving his entire toned middle-aged form exposed, including that throbbing red cock jutting out between his own legs. The lab couldn't meet either of the others' gazes, his face burning a bright red beneath his fur and yet despite it he seemed to understand his role enough to lift his legs up and spread them, letting them rest on either side of Spencer's spread legs.

Derrick's mind didn't click as to what he should be doing at first until he saw Spencer lean to Will's ear before giving it a playful nip, "Go ahead, Will. Doesn't he deserve something special for this occasion..?" the Doberman whispered into the trembling lab on his lap.

Will bit down on his lip, seemingly searching through the fog in his brain before forcing himself to meet Derrick's gaze. Never before had Derrick seen Will look so needy, so desperate. "Derrick... Please fuck me~ Ooh! Nnh!" he begged, voice shaking as Spencer bounced his hips mid-sentence causing the lab to bounce right along with them. "I need you inside me..." Will's shaky voice cooed out, making the shepherd shiver and nod dumbly. Derrick reached down and unfastening his belt and fly with one fluid motion as he stepped up to the plate.

The shepherd watched as Spencer leaned back, slipping out a couple inches to better offer Will's presented, stretched hole to the other canine, "Good pup, let's show Will what a little slut he really is..." Spencer grinned. Derrick nodded, pressing his aching, throbbing tip up against the underside of Spencer's own cock who had him beat by a couple inches and a little girth. Not that Derrick minded, savoring the sensation of his dick sliding up against that offered hole which strained against the second cock that demanded entry. After a couple moments of careful angling, he found purchase and began to slip inside. Will's shaking moan rung out as Derrick's cock stretched his tight hole even further open. The lab's large frame trembled atop Spencer's lap as Derrick drove his member in gentle and slow compared to the Doberman, letting the lab feel every inch slide in as both cocks flattened that strange spot between his legs together and mingled with the pain of being penetrated nicely.

It was a little awkward at first, with Spencer's firm, quick thrusts bouncing the lab on his lap and Derrick struggling against his instinctive desire to take this slow to match pace. Derrick could feel Will clenching down tightly on the both of them, each time those silky soft muscles would clamp down nicely, grinding Derrick's cock up against Spencer's slightly larger one. After a few minutes though, Derrick got the hang of things and fell in line with Spencer's pace, both of their hips rising up in unison, Will's voice moaning out each time Derrick's nuts would press up against Spencer's. This wasn't how either Will or Derrick envisioned this happening but neither of them could really complain either. Will no doubt wanted to complain but lacked the lung capacity each time Spencer and Derrick drove their drooling, glistening rods deep into his ass. The lab's slightly floppy

ears bounced in time with his ears, the sound of sex filling his office as his muscular, round furred rump was bred deeply by two males at the same time.

"After I'm done here, and help Derrick with his contract, I'm going to go home and call over your wife to celebrate my promotion with, cuck." Spencer announced into the lab's ear who nodded obediently, a bit distracted with looking between his own spread legs to watch those two big canine cocks pumping into him with a strange mix of surprise and accomplishment. "And while I'm relaxing at home with a nice and slow sloppy blowjob from her, you're going to be here doing all my work and pleasing your ex-intern any way he desires, got it?" Spencer asked, slamming his hips particularly roughly into the lab who moaned a shaky, "Yes, sir~!" Derrick could see Will's erection bouncing now, back to full hardness after only a few minutes and even beginning to drip onto him as he helped Spencer breed his ex-boss and mentor.

It was happening again, Derrick noted in the back of his mind as he started to get the rhythm and could focus more fully on the sight in front of him. The way Will's face seemed to grimace more tightly the harder his cock seemed to get. He vaguely noticed it in the past during their private time together although it was a lot harder to see the man's face in such detail when it was buried between your legs and he had a cock in his muzzle. Now it was as plain as day: Will was trying not to cum. He has been trying not to cum each time. Yet despite himself his cock was still dripping as he bounced on their laps. Derrick watched as Will seemed to fight himself every step of the way. The lab's face burned in embarrassment, with no cock to focus on between his lips there was only the sensation of those two large shafts continuously flattening his prostate every time their hips slammed upwards into him! Derrick wanted to make Will shoot, following Spencer's philosophy of taking what he wanted: he wanted Will to cum and he had the power to make it happen! Derrick's hands drifted up the lab's body, slipping up to grip down and tug on the older male's sensitive, stiff nipples and eliciting a surprised moan from the lab whose gaze drifted downwards. With his ears pinned back, Will looked so submissive. So hot. He was getting close.

Luckily for him, though, Spencer was there to help--again--and the lab's body suddenly seized up, muscles flexing all over as his shaky moan filled the office. That tight, hot, and silky soft hole clenched down on both of those canine cocks tightly, milking them. The lab's throbbing, bouncing erection beginning to shoot several white jets of hot seed across his ex-interns crotch and his own belly. The shaky way Will moaned, voice whimpering as he was forced to climax while riding his ex-rival and ex-intern's cocks like some desperate office slut made Derrick shiver with delight, pushing him over the edge next. He thrusted in hard enough that he could feel his heavy orbs, filled with his seed, begin to slap up against Spencer's slightly larger ones. He followed up Will's pitiful howl of a moan with a far more confident, excited one. After burying himself into that slick, hot hole, his nuts drew up tightly and soon splashed those soft pink insides with his cum. Watching his lover's muzzle fall open as he was bred made his climax all the sweeter. A deep grunt followed both of the other dogs' afterglow as Spencer thrust in hard as well; the heat of the younger male's cum splashing around his dick and making those insides even more slick and messy drove him over the edge.

All three canines stayed that way for several minutes as Spencer savored his complete and total victory over Will. Derrick savored his victory over himself while Will savored the bittersweet taste of defeat before following the sensation of two canine members sliding out of his now-gaping hole. Derrick watched as Spencer didn't even tell Will what to do next before the lab slipped down onto his knees between both of them and began to lap their filthy cocks clean. One of the Doberman's hands came down to gently caress behind the lab's ear and hold his head in place, almost affectionately, "Now, Derrick. Let's discuss your contract while the bitch cleans up her mess," Spencer said in a strong, firm tone of voice, leaving little room to argue. Not that the shepherd wanted to when Will's warm, wet tongue began to lap at his own member. Despite Derrick's assumption that he would talk with Spencer later, he was wrong. They stood there and agreed on a proper permanent working contract for him. Will kept--mostly-- quiet the entire time they were speaking. Derrick even managed to challenge Spencer once when it came to salary and benefits when the Doberman's offer didn't feel fair. Spencer even conceded, letting Derrick have what he wanted in exchange for his silence in all of this. He'd start next week. He'd be given

Spencer's old office and assume a couple of Will's duties, mentioning that the lab was going to be very busy raising his pups and taking care of all of Derrick's needs over the next year.

After Spencer left, Derrick helped Will back up onto his shaky feet, legs trembling from the pounding he took. The shepherd watched the lab dress himself, stuttering and mumbling, speechless. What do you say after getting humiliated like that in front of your protégé? And, once again, Derrick took the initiative. He rested a firm paw on the lab's shoulder, then pulled him around and hugged him tight. It was comforting. No words were exchanged. The warmth of Derrick's body against Will's own in the environment-controlled air of the office and the cold snow outdoors permeated through the lab. Derrick hugged Will hard for a solid ten minutes before that warm voice that he loved resurfaced in a choked-up chuckle. All the tension seemingly washed from the lab's body. It was awkward, of course. But he started to chuckle along too. "Let's go grab a bite to eat," Derrick offered, "I know a nice place nearby. I think I deserve an explanation about what's going on." There was a sternness to his voice that even he wasn't aware of. Will accepted, the lab following the other canine to a small restaurant where they talked about what happened. It took Will a couple beers before he was comfortable talking about it but eventually he began to open up about Spencer. Small details at first, but as Derrick continued to tug at the string Will continued to open up.

Will explained to Derrick in their booth that, several months ago-- apparently before approaching Derrick at all--Spencer had been sleeping with his wife. Will didn't find out for almost a month, he laughed, thinking about all those times she'd be acting strange. How naive he was all that time! How many times he had unwittingly cleaned her up once Spencer had finished with her thinking he was just being a good, dutiful husband that wasn't afraid to go down on her, never thinking to question that she would not return the favor. In any case, he was more than surprised when Spencer walked into his office with all the confidence of a king in his own castle and slapped down enough photos of his wife and him in various depraved acts to fill a photo album or two. The lab was immediately enraged; he nearly threw a punch at the grinning Doberman's face until he realized that Spencer would most likely end up winning in the end if he did. An assault

charge right in the office? He couldn't get away with that no matter who Spencer was sticking his dick into. So he stood there, fuming as Spencer explained the situation to him. How he met Will's wife at the last company function, how delightful she was, how they got along well enough that she wanted to meet for coffee. The Doberman walked up into Will's personal space as he explained that she didn't need much convincing. Will could feel, now that the Doberman was pressing up against him, his cock was hard in his slacks as the Doberman spoke softly into his ear about how good she looked on her back. The filthy things she said their first night together. How much bigger, how much deeper he was compared to Will. The lab's breath caught in his throat as he heard Spencer's zipper slowly slide down in his office. How he felt the urge to kneel in front of the other male but fought against it.

Will explained to Derrick that he managed to tell the Doberman that he should leave, that this wasn't acceptable, that he could have Spencer charged for sexual harassment, only to feel the raw heat of the Doberman's erection sliding along his thighs through his slacks. Spencer explained to him that he'd only leave once Will proved whether his wife was a liar or not by whipping it out to compare, and that he knew Will was hard as a rock. The lab could feel his will crumbling. He should have pushed the doberman away or left. He still doesn't know why he did it. But he did. Will unzipped his fly and let his erection slip free. His smaller, thinner and inferior erection. Spencer growled into his ear, praising him, calling him a 'Good boy' and Will couldn't even deny it. His cock looked like a boys cock compared to the Doberman's throbbing, red girth. His tail even wagged a little at the praise. They both stood there, staring downwards as Will felt Spencer's erection poke and prod against his own, the heat of it radiating through him. Until the doberman's hand rested firmly on his shoulder and the lab's ears pinned back. Will remembered looking up at Spencer, in that moment, almost pleadingly as he subtly shook his head. Only for Spencer to nod and say, "It's okay, boy. You lose. That's all there is to it. Go ahead, say it. It's easier than you think."

Will could still just as clearly hear those words ringing through his skull today as he did while he sank down onto his knees in his own office before Spencer and repeated, questioningly at first, "I lose..?"

Spencer gripped the base of his cock and slapped it gently against the lab's face. "You lose," He repeated, his paw shifting from the lab's shoulder to the back of his head.

"I lose," Will repeated as he was lined up with that dick, parting his lips and letting Spencer's cock slip into his muzzle.

The doberman praisrf him again. "Good boy." And Will wagged his tail as he sucked his first cock, erection throbbing between his legs at the thought of all those photos of how that throbbing, hot, salty piece of meat in his muzzle had defiled his wife. He repeated those words, "I lose." In his head as he closed his eyes, earning a satisfied grunt from Spencer above him as his head began to bob back and forth of it's own accord. Reaching down between his own legs, Will jerked himself off to that mantra repeating in his mind. He came harder than he could remember in his entire life that night. Even before Spencer shot his own load in his muzzle, on his muzzle. It was a messy first blowjob.

Will chuckled nervously, sitting there in that booth in the low-light restaurant sheepishly looking between his drink and Derrick who sat there dumbfounded. Apparently Spencer had all the cards from the beginning; getting Derrick into his pocket was just icing on the cake. Will explained that he didn't expect Derrick to understand, but he has been exploring his submissive side with Spencer and his wife for awhile now and found he quite enjoys it when another man takes control. Uses him. Derrick, who was also going through quite a few changes in his life, was hard as a rock after hearing that story, not that he wanted to admit it. He was always worried he might push Will too far, scare him away, only to find out that Spencer had been grooming him to embrace his more dominant nature with Will all this time. So, in response he leaned forward, curled up his lips into a toothy grin and told Will he loved him and would never "use" him. However, that story got him really worked up--and he'd really appreciate it if the lab finished what he started before their food was brought out to them. Will blinked in surprise before flashing a nervous grin, glancing around the restaurant. Without any complaints, he slipped down beneath the table. Derrick spread his legs and let out a content sigh after a few moments, enjoying the feeling

of his cock being sucked off in a public place and the heat of Will's muzzle working his shaft eagerly. When their food was delivered he made some weak excuse about how his friend would be back from the bathroom soon, trying to suppress shaky moans as Will tried not to slurp on his meal.

Spencer was officially announced the Senior Partner of the company later that week. Will remained Junior Partner and even helped mentor Derrick in his new duties as a full-time employee who was to be groomed to be the next Junior Partner to replace Spencer's old position. Will was in his office, bent over his desk once again with familiar firm paws gripping his hips when his phone started to ring, his wife's number showing on the screen as he answered. "Hello-Nnh! Nn! Nnh-Sweetie~" his voice came out, shaking each time the canine behind him thrust into his upturned ass. Her voice returned the greeting, just as shaky as his was. She struggled to speak but she was calling to let Will know that she had taken a pregnancy test that morning. Spencer's voice could be heard growling through the phone as she spoke. She paused in what she was saying as she let Spencer pound into her a little more firmly. Will waited patiently for the results as Spencer bred her, clenching down tightly on Derrick's drooling shaft buried deep in his soft ass. Both labs were drooling and letting little moans slip out onto the phone as they were rutted into. Once Spencer calmed down enough that she could resume speaking she announced that she was pregnant. Will's goofy grin curled up a little more as he shakily let out a "Ooh! That's wonderful news, sweetheart~!" He moaned excitedly, tongue lolled out of his muzzle just as hers was. Will listened patiently as from the sounds of things, Spencer was finishing up inside his wife at that moment. Obediently, the lab listened and moaned out loud along with his wife as Derrick fucked him until he came. Both labs exhaustedly wished each other a good day before hanging up to clean off their lovers.

Derrick stood in his old boss's office as the lab lapped eagerly at his shaft once more, sighing contently as he watched the warm sun rise up and enjoying his morning drink while Will enjoyed his own new morning drink. The shepherd wasn't sure if he agreed with all of Spencer's methods but he had to admit that the Doberman was right. He needed to take what he wanted. Because of that, he and Will were quickly learning to be happy together in a new and exciting fashion. Will's wife was getting the attention
and love she deserved, and Derrick and Spencer were getting the promotions that their hard work deserved as well. Even Will, who seemed hesitant at first, was starting to come around to this arrangement. Thankfully, Spencer seemed content with keeping their affair private, which allowed Will to preserve his dignity to some degree. Derrick's life was slowly getting better: a new car, a new apartment. New clothes. His job was difficult but thankfully he wasn't Junior Partner yet and had room to finish his studies in college, delegating any work he couldn't finish to Will who happily accepted it if it meant Derrick could focus on his studies and pass his courses. The best part was that almost twice a week, Will would go on a proper date with Derrick. Just the two of them. No office. No wife. No Spencer. Just them. All night. And it was good.