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"Can't believe Sander believes he has the freakin' authority to do that!" Freddy would rant, quickly pacing through the empty, halls. Freddy would remind himself in his head that Sander did indeed have the authority to do that. He would growl to himself as he walked up stairs, his heavy cock swaying between his legs, at least it wasn't bulging out so much now. Freddy would finally arrive to Sander's office, it was placed at the most inconvenient floor (of course). "If he even thinks of scolding me like he did last time, I'll show him..." Freddy would mutter to himself as he walked through the office doors. To his surprise, he would be met with a surge of people trying to get out at the same time. He looked over the crowd, eyes locking with Sander as he gave him a stern glare.
"Freddy. There you are. I want you stay after everyone leaves," Sander would say, his voice sounding as cruel as ever. Freddy would cross his arms, watching the hordes of Shadow Decree Members exit the office. Finally the crowds would clear up, and Freddy would step in, expecting another scolding. "Freddy. I want you to tell me why you were so late to this meeting when I very clearly instructed you get here immediately."
"I was busy! Another key moment, okay?" Freddy would pout, crossing his arms again as he took an unwelcome seat on the office couch. Freddy would exhale, his cock hadn't gone much softer and it was clearly visible in his pantleg. Freddy would feel a weird mixture of both horniness and anger.
"Another key moment, you say? What was so key about it this time?" Sander would cross his own arms, standing over Freddy as he sat on the couch. It was like the man was trying to constantly act superior. Freddy would mentally remind himself that in the Shadow Decree he technically was superior...
"I uh...you know...I was in the basement meeting room by myself and...uh..." Freddy would stammer, unable to come up with a lie on the spot
"If you won't tell me, that's fine. I'll examine the security footage myself." Sander would walk to his desk, clicking on his monitor.
"W-wait, boss please don't!" Freddy would suddenly stand up, walking to Sander's desk with his heart thumping out his chest. It was too late however, and Sander had already accessed the security footage of the basement meeting room in just a few clicks. Freddy would go silent, his face dropping in horror as he stared at Sander, who remained expressionless.
"I see." Sander would stare at the screen, his eyes finally peeling off of it to look at Freddy. "We all have our own desires. I will not judge you for your lust. Though I have to ask, why in the basement meeting room?" Sander would question, his voice suddenly seemed less hostile than usual, though the demanding tone was still present.
"Well...uh, I had access to it and could lock the door. I didn't want to go jack off at my room either since Leon could walk in..." Freddy would explain himself, his face growing hot in embarrassment. He would curse under his breath, for some reason he was only getting harder now. He would put his paws over his crotch to cover it
"You chose to go to a room with cameras I could very easily access..." Sander would go back to staring at the screen, his eyes focuses on something on the screen before looking back at Freddy and his paws. "You...didn't do this on purpose right? For me to see?" Sander would ask, his tone changing, it sounded like he was hoping the answer was yes. Freddy would shake however, causing Sander to frown. "Ah...that is completely fine. I suppose I shall excuse your lateness this time."
"Thanks boss..." Freddy would sigh in relief, looking over to Sander again. "Boss? You've been staring at that footage for a while..." Freddy would begin, his superior not responding. Freddy would think to himself before speaking, if he really wanted to say what he wanted to say. He was incredibly horny however, and with lust on the brain you may do some things that seem insane. "You see something you like, boss?" Freddy would blurt out, moving his paws as he walked over to Sander's desk, plopping down his large bulge onto his desk. Sander's muzzle would go agape, he would stare at the large bulge resting on his desk with both surprise and interest. "Heh, I knew you'd like that! You may be my boss, but maybe in private I could turn you into my cockslu-"
*DING* *DING*
"Uh what was that? Boss you don't have camera's in here too do you?" Freddy would ask, suddenly scared of the repercussions despite his prior behavior.
"N-no, Freddy. Erm, it was just a notification, I need to call Councilor Hyde..." Sander would stand up from his chair, grabbing a hologram device as he sighed. "I apologize for the interruption Freddy, this is a necessary call for the Shadow Decree's interest...but I did like where things were going..." Sander would admit, his face showing a bit of the disappointment he contained. Sander was often stone faced and voiced, he had a difficult time showing how he truly felt, and an even more difficult time not coming off as a complete asshole. It was unnatural for him to show these things, but in the case of such a lewd situation with such a big wolf Sander couldn't contain his own desires.
Sander would place the hologram device onto the ground, fixing his clothes and making sure he was presentable before calling Hyde. It would ring for a moment before picking up; a hologram of Hyde sitting in a chair appearing. Sander would clear his throat before speaking. "Sir, I am very glad to come into contact with you. I've been holding onto your exact orders as you've demanded."
"Very good. What is it you are calling me for then?"
"I am requesting that you grant me permission to send a platoon to the chained miracle." The question would sound more like a command than a question. Sander would internally sigh at his tone, he was honestly trying to sound gentle. Hyde would obviously take slight offense at the tone, but the conversation would continue anyways.
"What for?"
"To assist Anesidora in her mission. I understood your previous command, sir, that it would be better to keep the Shadow Decree out of sight of the Esper Union by ceasing all activities. While that has been successful, those same Esper Union operatives that have infiltrated into the laboratory are continuing to follow Anesidora. By sending some of our own, we can ensure that she faces no difficulties." Sander would explain his reasons perfectly, hoping that it would be enough to convince the councilor. He did have some concerns about their secret mission, if it were to fail, the Shadow Decree would loose out on a lot of power.
"Very well, send a platoon of your choosing. I will allow no other actions however, we are to remain without any conflict for time being." Hyde would order. This period of not allowing action was only increasing Sander's problems of dealing with all the members at the base. "Understood sir..." He would sigh, looking to the side to realize Freddy was sitting on the couch, his cock poking out from his pants. God it really was as big as he was boasting...
"...Will that be all Sanders?" Hyde would question, his head tilted to the side.
"O-oh, yes sir, that's all! I'll hang up." Sander would quickly respond, fumbling with the device as he found the on/off switch, he would loosely flip it, looked over to Freddy with a tiny bit of a frown on his face. "Freddy...I was on call with Hyde, I can't believe you would try to do that..."
"Ah come on, you clearly liked the sight!" Freddy would grab the base of his cock, stroking it up and down to his knot. Sander had to admit that the sight was captivating...
"Hmph." Sander would walk over to him, his own cock getting hard as he watched Freddy slowly pump his beast. He would sit on the couch next to him, putting his hand on Freddy's cock, producing a moan from the wolf. "Remember Freddy, you're not allowed to tell anyone about this..." Sander would order, his hand moving up and down Freddy's length. Sander had his fair share of sexual experiences back when he was in the Esper Union. Upon his joining of the Shadow Decree however, Sander's leadership skills were demanded and he had been incredibly busy since.
"G-god...that feels so good..." Freddy would pant, his tongue coming out as his body moved up and down with his breathes. "I don't know what about it, but just being touched by someone else is so damn good..." Freddy would confide, his voice husky and low.
"You really are quite horny, Freddy. Just a simple touch and I have you so aroused." Sander would chuckle to himself, amused with Freddy's clear enjoyment. "I'm going to have you begging for my touch..." Sander would whisper into Freddy's ear, squeezing his cock slightly before letting it go
"W-what? W-wait don't stop," Freddy would whine, causing Sander to laugh.
"See? That was so quick. You are quite easy to take control of..." Sander would reach down to Freddy's balls, rubbing them softly.
"Fuuuck...I-I can take control too!" Freddy would moan, almost howling at the Sander's returned touch. His cock would pump reactively to the feeling of his nice big balls being caressed.
"Really? Show me." Sander would demand, removing his hands from Freddy's balls as he crossed his arms, waiting for Freddy to show his dominance. Freddy would waste no time, grabbing Sander and placing him onto of his lap, Freddy's cock held right between Sander's thighs and crotch. Sander would blush, feeling his bulge rub against Freddy's large cock, soon Freddy begin slowly thrusting, their cocks grinding more and more.
"See? I can take your body just like this and do whatever I want..." Freddy would mutter into Sander's ear. He would slowly move his cock back, pressing it against Sander's ass.
"Wait a minute." Sander would command, sand suddenly covering and pinning Freddy's paws to the side. Sander would adjust himself back to their prior position. "I am not allowing you to fuck me. You can continue with this but remember, I'm the top here." The sand would release Freddy's paws, a low groan coming from the wolf at Sander's dominate behavior.
"A-alright then, I'm fine with that. I'm still showing you how I take control though, so watch out for this!" Freddy would grab Sander, suddenly lifting him up from the ground, earning slight protests as Freddy would gain a tight hold onto the smaller jackal. "Since I can't fuck your ass, I'll just have to do with these precious thighs of yours..." Sander would put his legs around Freddy's, his cock incredibly hard in his pants as Freddy began to squeeze his large cock between Sander's thighs and bulge. The friction was perfect, and being carried by a wolf bigger than him was just thrilling. Sander always upheld a dominate position, but with how he was being carried right now he had lost all sense of that commitment. Sander would promise to himself that he'd fuck the big dumb wolf's ass later.
"D-damn it Freddy..." Sander would huff, grabbing onto Freddy's arm with one hand and holding tight onto one of his giant fingers with the other. Freddy would press his head close against Sander's, nuzzling against him as he continuously grinded against him. It was beginning to be too much for the already extremely horny wolf. He would begin to hold on tighter around the smaller jackal, his cock slipping in between his thighs over and over again. His cock throbbed intensely as he did this, Sander's own cloth restricted cock joining in their soon to be climax. Just a few more moans and a few more rubs did the trick as both Freddy and Sander unleashed their loads. The wolf had been carrying a giant load, stickily spreading along Sander's thighs and bulge, dripping down. It would mix in with Sander's own cum, which would dribble down along with it. The two men would pant, holding onto each other tight as they looked down at the mess they had made. Sander would catch his breath, returning back to his usual self as Freddy slowly let him down.
"Uh...sorry I messed up your pants boss..." Freddy would apologize, looking at the cum drenched clothes.
"You better be. I'm going to have you clean this for me personally as punishment," Sander would order, taking off his clothes and tossing it to Freddy. Freddy would groan, it seemed that his typical boss has returned. Sander would walk over to Freddy, looking at him for a while, specifically at his clothes. "...You know, as much as you spend much of your paycheck on clothes, I'd say it pays off..."
"You really think so?" Freddy asks, genuinely curious. Freddy was obsessed with following trends and looking fashionable.
"Yes, Freddy," Sander would pause for a second before returning his gaze to Freddy. "Your style only adds onto your attractiveness I'd say. N-now...please go clean my clothes, and remember if any of these desires return, come straight to my office. I'll...erm...fuck it out of you next time." Sander's ears would curl, he had said such lewd things in the moment earlier but now he felt flustered now that he had more control. Freddy would smile at it, nodding at Sander's promise.
"Heh, you're really cute like this right now..." Freddy would comment, causing a small growl from Sander. Before Sander got more like his typical self, Freddy decided to leave, wondering if he could get away with keeping Sander's clothes for himself as a token for what had happened...
