Stan and Boss 

       “Heya, ham hams!” A slam echoed through the ham ham clubhouse as the door was thrown open. In on a skateboard came a tiger striped ham with eyes closed and a smile of overwhelming confidence. “Stan is in the house!” The hamster shouted as he shook a pair of large maracas and leapt off his board, sending it careening off into some unattended corner of the clubhouse. He ended his show by landing firmly in a chair around the room’s central table, still shaking his maracas. “Hold your applause, please.”
       
       Stan stood there shaking those maracas for a good solid minute before the silence started to get to him. “Well, uh… maybe a little applause would be appreciated.” He was starting to sweat when he finally opened an eye to get a peek at the crowd. He felt an intense embarrassment when confronted by the fact that there was no one else at the table.
       
       Of course, he was even more embarrassed when he heard a slow clap start up from behind him. “Bravo, Stan, truly spectacular.” Stan knew immediately who it was applauding, but was still thoroughly disappointed when he turned around to see only the very large and very sarcastic hamster behind him. 
       
       “Hey, Boss-man,” he waved dismissively to the other hamster and turned back to the table with a sigh. “So, no ladies here today, I take it? Just you, huh?”
       
       “And what’s wrong with me being alone in my own house?” Boss stepped up to the table and took a seat right beside his guest. 
       
       “C’mon now, Boss, you know what I mean.” Stan crossed his arms behind his head and laid back into his chair. A moment later his feet were on the table. “Spring is in the air and all, and I was hoping to see Bijou, or Pashmina, or someone.” 
       
       Boss aggressively moved his chair closer. Despite the ear-rending screech that came off the thing sliding across the floor, Stan didn’t even open his eyes. His ears twitched a bit, but he was set on keeping up a cool exterior even if it was just Boss looking. “Oh, really?” Boss growled, “And what exactly does spring have to do with seeing Bijou?”
       
       Not one to pay too much mind to tone, Stan chuckled. “Really, Boss-man? I know you’re getting on in years, but you gotta at least remember the old days. A young ham has needs, r-“ Stan opened his eyes to see the larger hamster towering over him, glaring down with teeth bared and a vein in his forehead popping. He went silent immediately.
       
       “And what needs are those? I’m not following?”
       
       “Eheh…” in an instant Stan had leapt out from under the other hamster and taken a stand on the table. For a second he was just nervously standing there and sweating up a storm. Then, he spun into an idea, literally twirling around in front of Boss and waving his arms up and down. “Uh, you know! The need to get down, right? It just isn’t dancing without a partner!” 
       
       Boss’s face softened almost immediately as he watched Stan humiliate himself. “Oh! That makes sense. You do look pretty stupid up there dancing all by your lonesome.”
       
       Stan shot the larger hamster a glare reflexively. “Uh, yeah. Well I mean I’m a pretty swell dancer on my own I guess. “ He started to sway his hips in time with his arms, and with a little bit of adjustment he was moving rhythmically side to side in a proper dance. Once he’d gotten the rhythm down he finished up with a twirl and a pose: arms spread and on his knees, just lacking for a rose. “But yeah, I’ll admit it’s a bit lacking without a lady or two on my arms.” 
       
       For just a moment, there was an air of gloom that nearly sunk Stan fully off his knees and onto the floor. Then it dissipated as quickly as it came, and he opened his eyes to see Boss giving him another slow clap. “You’re right, it would look better with a partner.” He paused and took a heavy step onto the table. “Saaay, I have an idea,” he said, extending a paw, “Maybe I could be your partner. I bet I could help you work out that ‘boogie fever’ in no time.” His eyes shined with command despite his attempts to appear calm. 
       
       The second he saw the paw Stan turned away, determined to avoid looking Boss in the eye for this one. “Uh, no offense, Boss-man, but I don’t think you stand much hope of curing my fever.” He shook his head and shrugged.
       
       “Why not? It’s just dancing, right?” Boss pressed down hard on the table with his foot, tilting it. Stan had to open his eyes and get up to even try and keep his balance, and even when he did he ended up falling a little closer to the larger hamster. Boss waved his paw. “Besides you owe me a dance lesson if I remember right.” 
       
       Stan stared at the paw for a second, then looked back up at Boss. “Uh… sure. I guess…” he cautiously reached out for the paw.
       
       In an instant, Boss had Stan’s paw in a vice grip. “Excellent! Let’s get started then!” He hefted Stan off the table while the smaller hamster screamed. The screaming stopped when Stan’s head hit the ground behind Boss with a loud whump. “Sorry. Guess I was a little over eager.” Boss let go of Stan and leaned down to extend his other paw. 
       
       “Alright, first lesson.” The rest of Stan’s body plopped onto the ground as he groggily spoke. “The teacher leads.”
       
       
       “…if you can’t be… with the one you love… zuzuzuzu…”
       
       Both Boss and Stan ignored the mumbling from Snoozer, who was resting on the loft above them. In Stan’s case doing so was a matter of survival. He couldn’t afford to pay attention to anything other than the monstrous paws that threatened to crush his feet with every step. At this point, what had started as a robust salsa had become nothing more than the smaller hamster trying to backpedal away from his partner while Boss relentlessly pursued.  
       
       A stomp eventually managed to make contact, and Stan leapt away from Boss with a shout. Landing on a sore paw, he stumbled and collapsed a second later. “Graah! C’mon, Boss, are you trying to kill me or something?” 
       
       “I told ya’ no, already!” Boss threw his arms up in frustration. “You’re just moving too fast! I can’t keep up!”
       
       Stan grit his teeth for a second, then shook his head. He hopped back to his feet and started stepping around the larger hamster. “Seriously, Boss-man…” He shook his head again and sighed while he pretended to consider another option. Honestly though, he just wanted this poor excuse for a lesson to be over. So, when he stopped in front of Boss at the end of his circle, Stan shrugged. “I mean, I may be awesome, but even I can’t perform miracles, man.” 
       
       “Hey! You can’t give up on me that easy.” Boss stomped a foot again. It didn’t land on Stan this time of course, but the smaller hamster still recoiled reflexively. Which turned out to be beneficial when Boss leaned towards him a second later. Without that step back, they would have been nose to nose. “It’s this practice that’s the problem! I’m not ready for dancing with a partner yet! Don’t you have drills or something I could run through?”
       
       “Uh… I guess I may have something.” Stan turned to get a proper distance between him and Boss again, sighing quietly as he walked away. When he turned around, he was smiling smugly again, showing as much teeth as he could manage. “One last chance on a lost cause! Just follow my lead, okay, Boss-Man?” He wagged his finger at the larger hamster like a proper teacher. Boss was getting red, but for now Stan was confident enough in his safety to enjoy egging him on. 
       
       After waiting a second for that anger to, hopefully, subside, Stan took Boss’s silence for agreement. He shut his eyes and got on his tip toes. “Basic as I can be, bro. You’ve gotta loosen up and learn how to sway.” As he spoke, Stan began to slowly shift his hips left and right, lifting his tail high at the peak of each sway. The movement was slow and deliberate, but not by any means educational. Stan was sure the pudgy old guy couldn’t manage to move like he could. This was just showing off in an attempt to get him to quit.
       
       When Stan opened an eye to check on Boss, he was pleased to see the hamster was still red. Boss was gritting his teeth and giving it his best on flat feet, but the big guy just couldn’t get his hips to move right. The best he could manage was jerking his tail left, then up, then right. Every movement was stiff and singular. “Uh… this right?” he mumbled.
       
       Stan smirked and lifted his nose high, shutting his eyes again. “Not even close, Boss-man. More like this,” as he spoke his movements slowed, emphasizing the smooth way in which he lifted his tail during each sway, “Cha cha cha.” Stan turned around and shook again, proudly showing off his well-toned hips. “Cha… cha… cha…” he punctuated each shake mockingly.
       
       He quickly came to regret that decision when he felt a crushing grip on those hips he’d proudly been displaying. “What the heck is up with these things? They made of rubber or something?” Stan’s eyes went wide as Boss complained right next to his ear. The large hamster was looking right over his shoulder and down at the paws that were currently squeezing Stan’s sides. That lasted for just a moment of awkward silence though, before Boss turned his eyes to look right at Stan’s face. “Why’d you stop? Ain’t you gonna show me how you do it?”
       
       “Ehehe, sorry, Boss-man,” Stan cautiously moved his own hands to grab Boss’s and gave them a pull. “That service is only for the ladies, if you catch my drift.”
       
       “Oh, come on!” Boss grunted and pushed hard against a hip, forcing Stan to shift it aside or lose his balance entirely. “I just need to see it up close!” He gave the other hip a push. This time though, Stan went with it, as much as he could anyway. It was more of an effort to escape the push than anything, but Boss held tight and pushed hard. To make things worse, Boss didn’t move with an ounce of rhythm. Stan couldn’t even keep his hips moving in time with the big guy if he’d wanted to. 
       
        Stan continued to tug fruitlessly at Boss’s hands for a moment longer. For a minute he was locked in a painful dance, squirming in the larger hamster’s arms while he was forced to jerk back and forth. Then, all motion came to a sudden stop. One last push from Boss centered Stan’s hips squarely in front of his large partner. It dawned on Stan suddenly that he hadn’t lowered his tail on this last pass. He felt something new twitch against it now that Boss had stopped: something hard and hot.
       
       “W-wow… uh…” The crushing grip suddenly became soft enough that Stan could probably push Boss off of him, but he was frozen in shock. “You know, Stan, I-uh.” Boss was close enough that Stan could actually hear him swallow. “I just noticed how s-soft your f-fur is.” Boss’s paws broke away from Stan’s shaking grip and ran up his sides. Stan whimpered as his fur was pushed roughly upwards under the big guy’s strong caress. 
       
        It was the second caress that got Stan to snap to action. After Boss had reached as high up as the chest, his paws began to wander down again. One went forward landing just above his groin. The other went right around the back, and it only stopped once it hit the underside of his tail. Immediately Stan tried to leap away, but not passionately enough. He was pulled right back in by the groin as Boss’s other hand reached its destination. “Uh B-Boss-man, I know we all get that, uh, fever sometimes, but I’m strictly a lady’s ham.”
       
       “S-So am I!” Boss shook and tightened his grip on the smaller ham. Stan’s tail slammed up against his back as he was pushed into Boss, and he too began to shake when he felt what felt like an absolutely massive rod pressing hard against his ass. “Th-that doesn’t mean we guys can’t help each other out sometimes!”
       
       Boss loosened his grip just enough for Stan to pull away, but not enough for the other ham to stop feeling the cock against his rear. All pulling away did was cause the shaft to drop a bit, and Stan was quickly aware of the soggy tip swiping across his tailhole. The first swipe sent a shiver down his spine, but it was the second swipe that made him freeze in panic. Boss was very deliberately running his penis over Stan’s entrance now: preparing it.
       
       “That’s cool, that’s cool,” Stan began to blabber, wide-eyed, “There’s nothing wrong with being into dude’s, Boss. Just maybe not for me, you know?” Boss clearly wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying though, and Stan’s hole began to involuntarily pulse as the dripping tip continued to rub against it. That pulse pounded through the ham’s entire body as well. Most frighteningly, Stan was sure he felt the pulse down in his sheath. Not wanting to even think about that though, he shut his eyes and turned his nose upward.  He shakily took a breath and tried to put on a cool, relaxed smile while not thinking about what was happening. 
       
       “Oh cats!” Boss, groaned behind Stan at peak volume, but the smaller hamster barely heard it as background noise. For what felt like an eternity his entire being was focused on the intense feeling of his hole being invaded. Boss’s cock felt impossibly massive as his hole slowly stretched around the rock-hard tip. Stan’s entire being cried for him to get it out, not in pain but in disgust. 
       
       “Ah-aah. Stop- Bo-ahsss.” Whatever was left of Stan’s cool evaporated as he began to cry for relief. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes and trickled down his fur. Still, he couldn’t find the power to struggle. All he could do was shake under the violation.
       
       Boss just grunted in response and continued to push forward. When he finally stopped, Stan could tell that it was just because he had no other choice. “C’mon, Stan,” he moaned, “It won’t take long…”
       
       When the larger hamster started to pull back Stan was instantly assaulted with relief. His eyes sprung open hazily and he took another breath reflexively. For just a second, he felt it might be over, even knowing full well what was coming next. When Boss inevitably pushed back in even harder than before, Stan was somehow caught off guard. 
       
       Stan was assaulted by an even more intense feeling than before. Boss didn’t slow down, and each thrust moved deeper and deeper into him. Something about this new intensity woke him up enough to struggle. He grasped at Boss’s arm and squirmed in an attempt to escape the invasion. He tried to shout at Boss to stop again, but all he could get out were incoherent yells that were stifled by each new thrust of the cock inside him. 
       
       His flailing just made the whole experience worse. He could barely muster up the strength to even grab Boss’s arm, let alone make the larger ham move it. Worse than that though was that the squirming just seemed to make the feelings more intense; for both him and Boss. “That’s right, j-just like that.” Boss moaned and pulled Stan closer. “Move those hips…” In spite of how disgusted he was by the gruff demand, Stan couldn’t force himself to stop. Desperately he continued to squirm in an attempt to break free from that grip.
       
       At the end of a particularly big thrust though, Stan suddenly had to stop. The cock inside him slid against a spot that shook him to his very core. It made his insides spasm and the rest of his body freeze. He instantly shouted the loudest he could remember ever shouting, but at the same time he was intensely aware that everything had gone silent. Most terrifyingly though, the vibration reached his own penis, making it twitch and ache. Stan suddenly came to the painful realization that he was harder than he’d ever been before. 
       
       Most of the sensations passed in an instant, but Stan was left with that aching realization of need. His cock continued to pulse in time with Boss’s thrusting, and he was beginning to notice how wild and poorly paced those thrusts were. His shouts and Boss’s grunting were completely out of synch, and Boss had just as little rhythm in his hips now as he did before. 
       
       In spite of himself, Stan started to adjust his own hips. His squirming turned into a properly paced wiggle against Boss’s erratic thrusting. He briefly managed a coherent shout again, initially wanting to scream for the larger ham to stop again. However, what came out was, “S-slow d-down…” Amazingly, Boss actually seemed to take this request in mind. His pushing slowed to a near crawl. With the proper wiggle, Stan managed to hit that spot again.
       
       The overwhelming sensation was disgusting and frightening, but Stan found he wanted it more with each moment it lasted. Every time it passed, his hips seemed to move on their own in an effort to find it again. And every time it came back, he found himself screaming at Boss.
       
       “St-Stan! Th-that’s-“ Boss slowed to a stop finally, but didn’t pull out. Stan whimpered with a desire for freedom, but his hips moved once again to find that sweet spot. They managed to strike it one last time just in time to drown out Boss’s last exclamation of, “Oh yeah!” as he came.
       
       Even through the overwhelming high Stan could feel the semen starting to coat his insides. It was warm, wet, and each spurt fired into him with alarming pressure and volume. By the time he came down, it had already started to seep out and drip down a leg. “Gr-gross…” he whined as his own cock twitched.
       
       “Oh, wow that was…” Boss sighed and let go of Stan. The smaller ham’s legs gave out immediately, and he toppled forward just as Boss removed the still dripping cock from his ass. “You’re amazing, pal.” 
       
       Stan managed to turn onto his side and look at Boss. He even managed a glare through tear-stained eyes. He couldn’t think of anything to say though. Boss had closed his eyes and fallen onto his ass. There was no doubt he was soaking in pleasure. Frustratingly, all Stan could feel was jealousy. As he stared at Boss’s still hard and now cum-soaked cock, his own comparatively small member twitched viciously. Shaking, he moved a paw down to pleasure himself. His eyes slammed shut and he tried to recall that aching feeling, while desperately pushing the situation out of his mind. “B-bij…” Stan whimpered as he tried to think of anyone but Boss.
       
       The massive hamster immediately filled his thoughts again soon though. Another paw pressed hard against his cock, and he instantly thought of the big guy going down on him. When his eyes shot open, the scene he was viewing was strikingly similar. “Ehe, sorry. Shouldn’t leave a guy hanging long, huh?” Boss was blushing, and his fur was dripping with sweat as he squeezed Stan’s cock. 
       
       “N-no… I don’t-“ Stan’s eyes filled with tears again, and he was cut of when Boss gave the cock another squeeze. The big jerk was vicious and without care, and that was all it took to send Stan over the edge. Boss gave him a single rough tug, and he turned into a quivering mess as he came in Boss’s paw.
       
       “See… ehe. There we go.” Boss looked Stan right in the eye with half-smile and bright red cheeks. “I told ya’ it wouldn’t take long. N-now we both got it out of our systems, right?” He added another nervous chuckle in to add a bit more levity to the sentiment. 
       
       Stan couldn’t help but turn red as he stared at the nervous jerk. He wanted to call it rage, even though it felt way too similar to embarrassment. Whatever it was that face made him feel though, Stan couldn’t keep looking at it, so he turned away. “Not cool, Boss-man,” was all he could muster to say.
       
       Abruptly, the grip on his cock tightened, snapping him back to attention on Boss. The big guy was clearly angry again, shooting Stan a glare through that glowing blush now. Stan immediately went from frustration back to full on terror as he stared at the huge ham. A million thoughts on ways to mollify him, or at least get him to take his paw off of the most sensitive part of his body, ran through Stan’s mind. 
       
       In the end though, Boss just let go. The big guy turned away and huffed, leaving Stan, still frozen, as he stood up and rubbed his arm; the one that Stan had been gripping for dear life no less than a few minutes before.
       
       “Right, guess that’s not enough of an apology, huh?” Boss huffed again and turned his back to Stan. “Uh… tell you what? Next time you can… I don’t know…”
       
       Just the tiniest bit of life came back to Stan. Boss trailed off after that into a whisper too low to hear, but Stan got an idea from it anyway. He swallowed the drool he didn’t realize had been filling his mouth as he laid there. Then, he closed his eyes and sat up. 
       
       The image from before came right back to him. This time though, Stan couldn’t help but focus on it. His lips quivered as he worked them back into a cool, devil-may-care smile. “I think I might have an idea what you’re, uh, getting at, Boss-man.”