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As the red panda approached the entrance to the sleek skyscraper in front of him, he checked his watch to see that he had eight minutes to spare before his appointment. He paused before he reached the door, then stepped out of the thoroughfare on the sidewalk; he stopped in front of one of the tower's immense, polished windows and took a moment to check his appearance in his glass reflection.

At a slim 5'10", Otto Derosa looked impeccable: His bushy red, orange, brown, and white fur had been brushed smooth and was none the worse for the wear after his rideshare trip, and he cut a fine figure in his black, tailored blazer and slacks, pale blue button-up shirt, and thin gold patterned necktie cinched tightly around his collar. But as good as he looked, the red panda hated wearing this kind of outfit--it was just so tight and uncomfortable compared to his usual attire of shorts and a t-shirt. But if he was going to enter the corporate world, then starched shirts and pressed pants were something he'd just have to get used to, starting with today's interview.

It was the summer between his sophomore and junior years at Grafton Bay University, and Otto needed to fulfill his fraternity's requirement of securing an internship for the rest of his college career. The 20 year-old red panda had applied to dozens of companies on the advice of his brothers at Gamma Theta Zeta, but the market for internships was fiercely competitive. At some point, Otto simply deleted the rejection emails he received instead of reading them...until he finally saw the subject line "Marketing Internship--Invite to Interview at DioCero International" in his inbox.

He had done well on his first two virtual interviews--it helped that his first interviewer, Jared Sloane, DCI's Deputy Head of Media Relations, was both a Grafton Bay University alum and a brother of Gamma Theta Zeta (Class of 2012), meaning that Otto, as a GTZ brother himself, was practically assured the second interview with Connie Laplant, DCI's Hiring Coordinator. Both Jared and Connie had gushed over Otto's credentials; even though he had no real on-the-job experience, as a student on the Dean's List with a GPA of 3.98, a member of a high-caliber fraternity like GTZ, and a three-time volunteer with the Farley Art Institute's media department, the red panda was the perfect applicant to DCI's internship program. Otto's heart had soared when Jared had followed up with him after Connie's interview to let him know that he was going to strongly recommend him to Eren Kaplan, DCI's Regional Vice President of Marketing.

Which brought Otto to today for his in-person (and hopefully final) interview at DCI's Grafton Bay headquarters--the sleek, 60-story skyscraper stood tall above its neighbors, and Otto could imagine the view of the bay from so high up. Already, the red panda was envisioning himself working in the tower; he'd start next week with Marketing, just doing small departmental tasks that would lead to larger responsibilities. He'd make a great impression on his superiors for the summer, keep interning at DCI for his junior and senior years and get more experience under his belt, and then he'd have a well-paid, full-time job lined up with the company after graduating...he just had to nail the interview today and get the offer.

"You've got this," Otto told himself.

He squared his shoulders, gave himself one last lookover, and, with his leather padfolio in hand, he marched to the revolving door and strode into the expansive, granite-floored lobby. He made for the front desk, where he saw a Dalmatian, a ram, and a capybara working the security check-in point. Otto approached the counter to stand before the capybara.

"Good morning! What can I do for you?" the capybara asked brightly, looking up at the red panda.

"Um, hi. I'm Otto Derosa, I have an interview at 10:30," Otto replied, a little nervous at first, but forcing himself to regain his confidence.

"Let me see..." The security guard consulted his computer. "Who are you interviewing with?"

"Jared Sloane and Eren Kaplan."

"Hmm...ah, there you are," the capybara said. He plucked a security badge from the small stack next to him and pressed it to the magnetic key coder for a second before he clipped the card to a lanyard, which he then handed over to Otto. "Here's your visitor pass; scan it to go through the turnstile, then scan it inside the elevator to go up. You'll be on the 20th floor, and I'll let them know you're on your way."

"Thanks."

Otto followed the flow of foot traffic through the security turnstile, scanning his visitor's badge for access before he stepped into a full elevator. Someone else had already pressed the button for the 20th floor, so the red panda simply waited as the elevator rose and stopped every so often to let people off and others on...until, with a soft ping, he arrived at his destination.

Otto stepped out of the elevator along with a couple other employees, and he saw the front desk for the marketing department to his left. As he headed for the counter, a goat in a lilac blouse and beige slacks turned from chatting with one of the receptionists and caught his attention.

"Otto Derosa?" she asked as she walked to meet him.

"That's me."

"Laurie Coulson, nice to meet you," she said warmly, shaking his hand. "Thanks for coming in."

"I appreciate you having me," Otto replied before he released Laurie's hand. "Do you work with Mr. Kaplan?"

"Not exactly--actually, if you'll follow me," the goat said with a smile as she motioned for Otto to walk with her.

Confused, Otto caught up to Laurie's jaunty, purposeful strides...as she led him back to the elevators. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh yes, nothing to worry about; we're excited to talk with you, you've caused a little bit of a buzz around here," Laurie replied amiably while she strode to the set of elevator doors at the far left end of the hallway.

"I have?" Otto asked, bewildered and a little anxious as Laurie scanned her pass on the card reader next to the brushed metal doors.

"Nothing bad, I promise," the goat assured him...but Otto's confusion and nerves still weren't assuaged. "I'll explain in a sec, we just need...ah, here we are."

Laurie motioned for Otto to step into the empty elevator that had just arrived. Unlike the sage green and white-paneled lift that the red panda had ridden previously, this elevator had two side walls paneled with sleek bamboo, while the far wall was a solid pane of glass that looked out on Grafton Bay.

Now thoroughly perplexed, but intrigued, Otto padded in, with Laurie behind him. The goat pressed the button for the 58th floor, and the doors closed before the elevator began to swiftly rise; Otto gazed down for a moment to watch the streets of Grafton Bay recede as he and Laurie were ferried skyward.

Laurie turned to address Otto again. "Sorry to rush, but we've got a bit of a tight schedule today, and I try to keep things like this a little more quiet."

"Things like what?"

"Well, I'm Mr. Morales's secretary, and he asked me to come get you from Marketing and bring you to his office so you could meet him."

"Mr. Morales...as in...Tiago Morales?" Otto asked slowly.

"The one and only," Laurie said smoothly.

Otto's stomach dropped, and any confidence he had left evaporated like a bead of water on a sizzling pan. "I...sorry, what? I-I thought I was meeting with Jared a-and...well, n-not the CEO!" he stammered nervously. "Th-this is for just a marketing internship?"

"Actually it's for a personal assistant internship."

Otto's eyebrows rose, baffled. "A personal assistant? For Tiago Mor...b-but I didn't apply for--"

The goat chuckled and held up a hand to stop Otto before the red panda spiraled out further. "Hold on, hold on; sorry, I know, it's a lot. One of the internship positions that we don't advertise publicly is a paid personal assistant position to Mr. Morales--it's more of a development and mentorship opportunity for young, promising people with a lot of potential, although there's a lot of work involved; Mr. Morales will fill you in more during your interview. We have our department heads look through applicants to other positions to see if anyone matches up with the job, and both Mr. Sloane and Ms. Laplant thought that you'd be great for it based on your interviews with them. So, they passed your resume, transcript, and their recommendations to me, which I gave to Mr. Morales."

Otto listened, astounded, as Laurie continued, as calmly and as pleasantly as if she was giving a weather forecast, "And he's interested in talking with you to see if you'd be a good fit, personality-wise; this isn't so much about qualifications or skills--you wouldn't be here right now if Mr. Sloane and Ms. Laplant didn't think you could actually do the job. This is more of an opportunity for Mr. Morales to get to know you, and for you to learn more about him. We don't tell candidates sooner because we don't want to give them prep time; Mr. Morales values more authentic responses than the canned answers, so just be yourself. And if it doesn't work out, Mr. Sloane and Mr. Kaplan will chat with you later this morning about the internship in Marketing as a backup."

Otto was floored, doing his best to process everything that Laurie had said...but how was he supposed to feel prepared for an interview he had no idea he was going to be doing? And with the CEO of DioCero International, of all people! Tiago Morales's corporation owned so many companies and subsidiaries that he could pretty much run a small country, the man probably made actual life-or-death decisions and was rich and influential enough to convince heads of state to follow his lead...and he wanted to meet with Otto? Some puny college student nobody who he was considering as a personal assistant?

The red panda gulped nervously.

"Just breathe, you're going to be fine," Laurie said bracingly as the elevator began to slow.

Otto inhaled before releasing his breath, steadying himself even though his heart was pounding. "Is...is there anything I should do or--"

Ding!

The soft tone sounded, and Otto saw they'd reached the 58th floor.

Laurie smiled sympathetically. "Just talk with him like you would normally; he's just another guy," she said as the elevator doors opened.

She held up a hand to prevent the doors from closing...and Otto nervously stepped out of the elevator. Laurie exited after him and quickly stepped around Otto to push through the glass door that led to the executive office suite's reception area. It was a magnificent space with 15-foot high ceilings and chic rugs placed strategically on the sealed concrete floor, and the room appeared to be even wider than it was due to the sheer walls of windows that granted spectacular panoramic views of the city and the bay--in the distance, Otto could see clouds rolling in.

The room was furnished with cube-like, modern leather arm chairs, a wet bar with a quartz countertop, shelves of awards and news clippings, tropical plants in tasteful pots that complemented the furniture, and a couple of glass-topped desks--one of them was completely empty, with only a rolling chair behind it, while the other was complete with the typical office life accouterments like a computer, framed photos, a potted succulent, in and out trays, pads of paper, and a phone. Otto saw Laurie's name on the glass nameplate that sat on her desk. Adjacent to Laurie's desk was another door, which was open and allowed Otto a glimpse into the huge conference room. However, behind Laurie's station and the empty desk stood a polished cherry wood wall, with a pair of closed, floor-to-ceiling doors set into the space between the two desks--next to the doors, mounted on the wall, was a minimalist brushed metal sign that read "Tiago Morales, Chief Executive Officer."

Laurie led Otto to stand by her desk while she knocked on one of the doors before she pushed it open.

"Otto Derosa for you, sir," she called softly.

Otto waited for a moment--he couldn't hear what Tiago called back to Laurie, but the goat quickly nodded before she opened the door wider and held it for the red panda. "Go on in," she told him, smiling.

"Th-hank--" Otto coughed nervously to clear his throat. "Thank you." He squared his shoulders again, took a breath...and walked through the door, which Laurie let swing shut behind him.

Tiago's office was roughly half the size of the reception area, but no less impressive; his windows afforded him a 270-degree view of Grafton Bay, his industrial bookshelves held dozens of volumes and a collection of autographed soccer balls, while glass-enclosed display cases showed off sculptures, art prints, and a few ancient-looking books that Otto was sure were first edition prints from centuries ago.

There was a personal wet bar stocked with a coffee maker and an assortment of whiskey bottles on the counter and cans of beer in the mini-fridge; lush, potted plants additionally decorated the office while there were two separate seating areas complete with sofas, comfortable arm chairs, and low coffee tables--one of them bearing a large pitcher of fruit-infused water and a few pint glasses--and there, behind the stylish, steel-framed, butcher block-topped desk that looked big enough to seat a dozen people, was the man himself: Tiago Morales.

He was a burly rhinoceros whose white and pale gray pinstriped shirt stretched tautly across his broad, firm chest and stomach, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms, while the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving his collar loose enough to display his clavicle. Even though he was sitting behind his desk, Tiago loomed large, and Otto guessed that the built rhino was somewhere around 6'6". It almost would have been comical to see such a huge man behind such a comparatively small laptop on his desk...but Otto could just imagine the world-altering directives the rhino was typing on his keyboard.

Tiago looked up as Otto approached, and he grinned broadly. "Hey, Otto, thanks for coming in!" His rich, deep voice was instantly soothing to the red panda's frayed nerves, and Otto subconsciously began to relax at the rhino's friendly and welcoming tone.

Tiago grabbed a tablet from his desk as he closed his laptop; he stood from his seat (revealing that Otto had been right on the money about his height) before he strode around his desk to meet the red panda in the middle of the room for a handshake.

"I hope you don't mind meeting me on such short notice like this," the rhino said almost apologetically.

"I--n-no, sir, I don't mind at all," Otto quickly stammered, partly intimated by Tiago's sheer bulk in front of him and thrown off by how the rhino was giving him his undivided and immediate attention. It didn't help that he was momentarily distracted by Tiago's large, powerful hand engulfing his own--it felt warm, comforting...

Tiago smiled charismatically and patted Otto's shoulder with his free hand. "You can relax, Otto, no need for the 'sir'--call me Tiago."

"O-okay..."

"Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Water?" Tiago offered as he released the red panda's hand.

"Oh, um...I'm good, thanks."

"Alright, let me know if you change your mind, though," Tiago said genially. He gestured to the seating area to Otto's right. "How about let's sit and talk," he suggested.

The red panda nodded, still awestruck and nervous, but he followed the rhino to the tufted leather sofa, where they both sat at opposite ends of the couch; Tiago placed his tablet on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of lemon and raspberry-infused water from the glass pitcher. He took a sip before he settled further into his seat, fully at ease while Otto sat up with his back straight as a fencepost, his hands folded over the leather padfolio that now sat in his lap.

"So, I've got the basics from your resume and from Jared and Connie's notes from your first two interviews--I won't go through the whole song and dance they did. You know, 'tell me about the last time you solved a hard problem', 'how do you work in groups', that kind of thing," Tiago began, addressing Otto, who nodded attentively. "But I took a look at your academic history, and something I wanted to ask you more about was why you switched your major from Psychology to Marketing."

Otto started in his seat, mildly confounded--he hadn't been expecting a question like that.

Tiago filled in the silence of the red panda's hesitation to clarify further. "I saw you got straight A's in all your Psychology intro courses, so I got the impression that it was something you were good at and felt passionate about, but then you jumped to Marketing halfway through your sophomore year. Why?"

Otto cleared his throat before he began--he could have given Tiago the same answer he gave to his father and his academic advisor when they asked why he made the switch ("I think Marketing will be more profitable for me in the future"), but he had a hunch that the rhino would want a more personal response. And the red panda certainly had a more personal response, but he'd never edited it and rehearsed it for an interview before; he had to improvise on the spot.

"Well, I...I liked Psychology a lot, don't get me wrong," Otto started, faltering, "but...um, my big brother in my fraternity--Gamma Theta Zeta--he connected me with one of his business administration professors; he, my big brother, I mean, was a Finance and Accounting major before he graduated this spring. Anyway, his professor, Dr. Barrett, kind of started...mentoring me and helping me figure out what I really wanted to do."

A little heat rose in Otto's cheeks as he glossed over the fact that he'd first encountered Dr. Barrett as part of his hazing into GTZ, thanks to Nate Lasky, his big bro in the fraternity; that particular episode had involved a bottle of beer shoved up Otto's ass, which the professor had yanked out of him before getting the freshman to ride his plump cock in his classroom while Nate had watched.

Otto also neglected to mention that after his hazing, his "mentoring" under Dr. Barrett had begun with the older, beefy puma roughly plowing him against the wall of his office or over his desk on an almost daily basis, all while Otto greedily milked him with his ass.

But Otto pressed on, doing his best to keep his tone even and friendly, and Tiago watched the red panda closely as he spoke, his attention fully on the college student.

"I like working with people and helping them, which is why I first started in Psychology," Otto continued, making an effort to sound more self-assured. "But when I talked more with Dr. Barrett, he helped me see that Marketing does a lot of the same stuff, but on a larger scale, like putting psychological research into practice and helping consumers make choices about what they want and need."

The heat in Otto's cheeks intensified as he lied by omission, and he hoped that Tiago didn't notice him blushing through the white fur on his face; the actual discussions about the red panda's future career were rapidly huffed and panted out during his and Dr. Barrett's after-class fuck sessions, in between Otto's moans for "Daddy" to fill him and the puma's almost constant stream of dirty talk as he bucked his hips into Otto's rump. And while Otto did come around to the professor's assertions that he'd enjoy majoring in Marketing better than Psychology, the red panda decided that, for the purposes of today's interview, he would do well to omit that his true motivation for switching to Grafton Bay University's Mercer School of Business was so he'd have even more access to Dr. Barrett's office; he'd lost count of the number of times he'd surprised the older puma by hiding under his desk to begin sucking the professor's cock before riding him.

"And Marketing is a really creative environment," Otto continued, forcing himself not to think of Dr. Barrett, and the heat in his cheeks began to dissipate. "My first project for a mock-up marketing campaign was a lot more fun than writing up a paper on Brandt's theories about the psyche, and it just felt like a really good fit...sorry, I'm kind of rambling."

Tiago smiled. "Not at all, you're giving me a good idea of what appeals to you and that you're not only open to advice, but also willing to take action based on it; that's a rare commodity among people your age," the rhino said sincerely. "It was good of your big brother to assist you with that connection to help you grow and find your path. Are you two still close even though he graduated already?"

"Oh...y-yeah, very close," Otto grinned, thinking of all the times he'd sucked off Nate in the middle of the night or in bathrooms between classes--he could still feel the muscle memory in his throat of the zebra's thick, flared cock pistoning in and out of his esophagus and spasming as it fired hot, fresh cum into his mouth before Otto swallowed every drop he was given. "We keep in touch almost every day."

Tiago nodded approvingly. "It's great to maintain relationships like that; I have classmates from my college days I still keep up with even though we graduated...oof, I don't want to think about how long ago that was," he chuckled before he added, "but those are the connections that you make for life. And that would be especially true for a fraternity."

Otto nodded enthusiastically, and his back began to slump somewhat as he relaxed a little more in the CEO's presence.

"And speaking of your fraternity, it sounds like you really embrace one of the big values for it," Tiago began.

Otto politely waited, but he mentally grimaced, imagining that Tiago was going to say that a big value for GTZ was "being a communal cumdump for your brothers."

"Being of service to others," the rhino continued.

The red panda nodded while he mentally sighed in relief, remembering GTZ's public reputation as a service-oriented fraternity.

"And you said earlier that you like working with people and helping them, that's something you'd want as a facet of your career," Tiago went on. "Not to give you an interview question that's too clichéd, but what does helping people look like to you?"

Otto smiled--now this was a question that he'd practiced answering before. "Well, I see it as doing what's right by them; sometimes that won't necessarily make them happy. Like, if I were a doctor and helping set a broken bone, it's going to be painful for the patient and they won't be happy about that, but it'll still be doing what's right for them. But I honestly don't have what it takes to be a doctor," Otto chuckled before he continued, "so the next best thing I can do to help someone is to enable them for success, whether that's a coworker or a consumer."

"Very much a team player," Tiago observed.

"Absolutely," Otto agreed, pushing back the memories of how good of a "team player" he was--he'd been used on a few occasions for fraternity fundraisers as a toy to be passed around in exchange for charitable contributions to whatever cause GTZ was supporting.

"Although let me ask you about doing something wrong--let's say there's a nearly impossible task that you have to do, and the only way to get it done would be to do something that isn't entirely...ethical or legal. How open would you be to doing that task?" Tiago prompted.

Otto raised his eyebrows quizzically.

The rhino chuckled. "I know, it's not exactly a standard question. Actually, I'll put it this way instead; if you had a day where you were guaranteed to get away with any crime, what's the worst thing you would do?"

"Oh...hmm, yeah, not exactly standard, but that's still a good question," Otto murmured contemplatively. "Hmm..."

"And no judgment at all, it's okay to be honest with me," Tiago noted.

Otto sighed, thinking. "Well...at worst, probably stealing a car or kidnapping someone, I guess...and I mean, that's at the absolute worst," he stressed. "Really, if I had a get out of jail free card, I'd probably just sneak on a bunch of flights to travel around the world--first class," Otto added.

If the red panda were being fully honest, there was plenty that he was willing to do if the laws didn't apply to him, but he edited his reply on the spot for the sake of maintaining a good impression with the rhino.

Tiago, however, smiled understandingly. "I know what you mean, it's enticing to have that freedom to go anywhere you want; I have my own jet and there are days when I want to just pick a random spot on the map and fly there. But it's also good to know where you stand on the more capital crimes," the rhino went on. "I wouldn't have you committing industrial espionage or crimes against society or anything like that, I'm just trying to get a sense of your boundaries--part of this internship would be doing some occasional...unconventional tasks to help me keep things running smoothly."

"Enabling you and DCI for success," Otto inserted helpfully.

"Well put; it's not all sunshine and rainbows at the top of the corporate ladder, there's some dirty work involved...although you'll always have the option of passing on those tasks, I wouldn't force you to do them," Tiago added before he took another sip of his water.

The red panda nodded in return while he smiled, but he wondered what Tiago specifically had in mind...was the rhino involved in some shady business with the mob or something? Or would Otto be responsible for supplying his prospective employer with drugs?

"Now, when it comes to your hobbies," Tiago began, switching the subject, "I understand you're in a band?"

Otto nodded more eagerly now. "Yeah! I started playing acoustic guitar my senior year of high school and got more into it, and I found a small group to play with--just a few guys from some of the other fraternities. We have jam sessions a couple times a week just to keep in practice and do some new songs, and we've played a few small venues around town, mainly cafes and bookshops."

As he spoke, Otto decided it would be best to exaggerate just a little; in reality, his group had only played at two coffee shops in the time that they'd been playing together, while they usually did public performances on campus. What the red panda omitted, however, was the fact that during his band's private jam sessions, they would play in the nude. Otto also skipped over the fact that Rashmi Dewan, a wolf from Alpha Psi Beta who played the viola, would roughly fuck him after every jam session--the red panda had spent too many hours to count simply stuck on Rashmi's knot, waiting for the horned up wolf to deflate.

"What kind of music do you play?" Tiago asked, interested.

Otto shrugged. "A little bit of everything; alternative, folk, jazz, covers of rock songs, that kind of thing...a-although what about you, what do you like to do for fun?" Otto ventured.

Tiago guffawed. "Ha! Oh, I wish I had time for actual hobbies," he replied, leaning further into the couch. "These days it's just work, work, and more work--by the time I'm done for the day, I'm exhausted." The rhino sighed and paused contemplatively as he looked out of the nearby window; he lightly drummed his fingers on top of his bulky thigh (which Otto noticed was stretching his navy slacks...and his gaze surreptitiously wandered up to the rhino's crotch, where there was a partly visible outline of a bulge slightly hidden by the folds of Tiago's pants) for a moment before he started wistfully, "I think I'd like to learn how to cook one day, though; I never really got the hang of it, and now I've got a private chef who makes everything for me...I feel like I can barely boil water without burning the house down."

As Otto listened to the executive, he tilted his head, intrigued...and then inspiration struck. "Well, I could actually teach you."

Tiago's eyebrows rose and he looked back over at Otto, surprised. "Really?"

"Sure! I...well, not to sound too privileged, but--"

Tiago laughed. "Otto, look where we are--it's impossible not to sound privileged, it comes with the territory."

Otto grinned jocularly and nodded, acknowledging Tiago's point. "So, growing up, our housekeeper would cook dinner twice a week for us, and she taught me a bunch of recipes and how to cook; not just boiling water, but like...poaching eggs and making sauces and baking bread and how to do roasts, stuff like that."

"Did she teach you any vegetarian recipes?" Tiago prompted, sitting up more attentively now.

Otto nodded. "Some; there was a mushroom risotto and a butternut squash ravioli she made a few times, and she taught me how to roast brussel sprouts perfectly. Oh, and if you like breakfast food, she also taught me how to make crepes, so I'm sure we could find a vegetarian version to make..."

The red panda spoke more freely and smoothly as he went on; for the first time in this interview, he was telling the whole truth, unvarnished, unedited, and unrehearsed. He was giving a genuine answer, and from Tiago's excited nodding, the avid interest evident in his eyes, and the growing grin on the rhino's face, Otto could see that he was actually making a personal connection with the CEO.

"...and now that I think about it, there was this really good vegetarian quiche she taught me how to make--"

"That sounds amazing!" Tiago cut in, lightly slapping his thigh. "You've got my mouth watering already, although you need to be careful, going to teach me how to make myself fat," he added as he patted his beer keg of a stomach. "...well, fatter."

Otto laughed. "I don't know, it looks like you do well for yourself!" He tried not to sound like he was being too flattering--yes, the bulky rhino had some fat on him, but Tiago still looked like he was packing some serious muscle. "Do you work out?"

Tiago nodded. "I do--mainly lifting. In fact, something I like my personal assistants to do is hit the gym with me...and it looks like you keep in shape, too," he noted, eyeing the slender red panda appraisingly.

"A little here and there; I do some basic cardio and a little bit of strength training, and some yoga every now and then," Otto replied.

"That's great; have you ever tried kickboxing?"

Otto shook his head. "No, but I'm open to it!"

The rhino clapped his hands, pleased. "Well, I think that settles it--you teach me cooking techniques and recipes, and I'll get you trained up in kickboxing."

"Heh, deal!"

Tiago grinned. "Seriously, though, it sounds to me like you'd be a great fit; I'm enjoying chatting with you, and I can see us working well together."

"O-oh! I--thanks!" Otto's heart leapt in his chest--was Tiago saying what he thought he was saying? Had he nailed the interview? Forget the marketing internship, if the rhino offered him the opportunity to intern as his personal assistant instead...

"But I want to give you a better idea of what being my personal assistant looks like before I ask if you want the internship," Tiago continued.

"Oh! Sure, that would be great," Otto replied, doing his best to contain his excitement--his bushy, ringed tail twitched, but he held it still enough to prevent it from fully wagging.

"So, starting with the basic duties, you'd be handling a lot of the typical day-to-day stuff," Tiago began, settling back into the sofa while Otto leaned forward to catch his every word. "Answering emails and calls for me, staying on top of my schedule and coordinating with Laurie, that kind of thing. She's my main gatekeeper, although for situations where she might not be around, I'd need you to be in charge of who has access to me. Laurie's also in charge of the high-level logistics, she's the one who actually puts things on my calendar, while you'd be more on the minute-by-minute tasks, like getting me food and coffee, keeping me looking presentable for engagements, coordinating with my chauffeur or pilot to have the car or the jet ready, coordinating with event staff to get me where I need to be, and so on. How does that sound so far?"

"So far so good," Otto said eagerly--everything Tiago had listed sounded doable to the red panda.

Tiago nodded before he continued, "Now, the most important thing in this job would be your discretion. You and I would be together almost 24/7, so you'll see and hear a lot of things that aren't for public consumption, if you catch my meaning?"

Otto hesitated for a moment as he processed what Tiago was saying. "I...I think so..."

"You'll have the keys to the kingdom," Tiago went on. "Nearly unlimited access to all DCI facilities, access to my home, my email account, my phone--all of those come with plenty of secrets and confidential information, so I'd need you to sign a nondisclosure agreement. Would you be comfortable with that?"

Otto nodded, determined.

"Good. Like I said earlier, I might have some unconventional tasks for you, and it's going to be an almost round-the-clock job. I'll be asking a lot of you at all hours of the day, so this internship is going to mess with your schedule. There's also a lot of travel involved, so you won't always be able to get to campus," Tiago noted. "That said, if you do decide to come on board, I'll work with the university to get your classes shifted so they're online for as long as you intern with me. Is that something you'd be alright with?"

"Sure! I don't mind doing remote classes," Otto told him agreeably.

"I figured--the less time you have to spend in a classroom, the better, right?" Tiago chuckled. "That's just one of the perks of this internship. In addition to getting a weekly stipend, you'd also have plenty of networking opportunities you wouldn't get otherwise, not to mention the learning opportunities." The rhino leaned forward, gazing at Otto as he went on, "I want you to grow professionally from this experience; part of my motivation for all this is that I want to help groom the next generation of young professionals...thinking about the future, that kind of thing. So, I'd be showing you the ropes of how the different industries under the DCI umbrella work, and while you'd be interning for me, there's an open door--you can ask me anything you want to know about."

"That'd be great!" Otto said gratefully. "Um...what about future opportunities, though?"

"You mean after the internship?"

"Right."

"Well, depending on your performance, this internship can last as long as you want while you're still in college," Tiago said thoughtfully, "and depending on how long you're with me, we can pursue any number of opportunities for full-time employment. It's a bridge that we won't be crossing for a while, but the bottom line is that there is potential for something for you after graduation."

Otto nodded as he listened, barely containing his gleeful grin--all in all, it sounded like Tiago was offering him the perfect internship on a silver platter.

"Any other questions for me or about the job?" the rhino asked.

"Not that I can think of," Otto replied quickly, ready for Tiago to move on to officially asking him when he could start.

"Okay...well, that's everything out of the way--oh!" Tiago snapped his fingers, remembering. "Almost forgot," he grunted as he leaned forward; he reached for the tablet he'd placed on the coffee table earlier and picked it up before waking it. "There was one thing from Jared's recommendation that I also wanted to discuss."

Otto's eyebrows rose, momentarily taken aback--he'd thought that Jared had given him a glowing recommendation, but if there was something in it that Tiago found worth talking about, it couldn't be more than a minor issue, could it?

"Sure, what is it?" the red panda asked, trying not to sound overly interested and doing his best to keep his tone even.

"Just something I found interesting about you," Tiago said lightly as he tapped and navigated to a file folder. "Now...what do you make of this?" the rhino asked when he passed the tablet over to Otto.

The college student tentatively took the device he was given...and his eyes widened in shock and his stomach dropped when he saw what was on the screen.

It was a photo of Otto, completely naked except for a blindfold covering his eyes; the red panda had been strapped into a leather sling, and Otto's head was turned to the side so he could suck an anonymous alligator's fat dick lodged in his muzzle. Meanwhile, another anonymous, tan-furred, right hand had grabbed his dick, the photo freezing the hand midway through an upward stroke, while a corresponding left hand was pulling on the silver captive bead ring pierced through Otto's sheath. The scene was completed with another unknown, gray-furred hand pushing a set of bulbous, neon green anal beads into Otto's stretched ass--at the time the picture had been taken, four out of the six billiard ball-sized beads were inside the red panda's hole, with Otto's anal lips puckered around the thick silicone band connecting the beads to each other

Sitting on Tiago's couch now as he looked at the photo, Otto's cheeks were on fire from how much he was embarrassedly blushing, but his hole quivered as he remembered the satisfying stretch of the beads being stuffed into him. After all six of them had been inserted, he'd held the toy in his ass for that whole afternoon he'd been strung up in the GTZ house's basement, orally servicing brother after brother, before they were tugged out one at a time...

"I-I..."

"You might want to keep swiping before you say anything," Tiago advised.

Otto gulped, his throat dry, but he did as the rhino said. He swiped to the left on the tablet, and another photo appeared: It was another group picture, this time of Otto with Rayshawn Howard, a bison who was a year ahead of him, and Dylan Lasalle, a kangaroo who had been part of Otto's pledge class. Otto was riding Dylan's cock in reverse cowgirl while Rayshawn was tea-bagging him, making the red panda huff his balls while the bison jerked off over Otto's face.

Utterly abashed, the red panda swiped again to see a photo of him and Lucas Blackstone--a hyena also from his pledge class--massaging, huffing, and licking sets of anonymous paws pressed on their faces. Even now, Otto could smell the memory of the pungent, musky feet he had serviced...and despite his humiliation, his cock twitched in his pants.

He quickly swiped to the left, and the heat in his cheeks intensified as his stomach churned queasily when he saw the next photo.

"O-oh no," he muttered, horrified.

It was Otto again, this time with Diesel, the feral doberman who was the Delta Kappa Chi fraternity's mascot; Otto remembered this particular event from the time when GTZ and DKX had swapped mascots as part of a "friendly frat exchange", which involved the red panda, as shown in the photo he was now looking at, fucking Diesel doggy-style while in the middle of a group of his DTZ brothers. In the photo, Otto was at the apex of his thrust, fully inside Diesel's ass while the canine's hips were raised submissively and his fully inflated, veiny, knotted cock hung downward, drooling thin, watery strands of pre on the floor.

Otto swiped left again--it was another photo from that same night, except it was the red panda in the middle of passionately sucking off his big bro, Nate the zebra. They were both in the middle of the group that Otto had been in before when he'd had his turn breeding Diesel, but this time he and Nate were in the process of getting hosed with cum from all sides thanks to the circle jerk that had formed around them. Otto's muzzle in the picture had already been sloppily painted with thick, viscous ropes of semen, with more cables and splatters of cum dripping on his head, ears, shoulders, and chest, and his throat visibly bulged with Nate's cock dipping into his esophagus.

The nervous college student could barely breathe--his heart was hammering in his chest and he bit his lip, trying to keep himself composed, but he felt like he was melting right there on the couch...in fact, he would give anything to just melt away into nothing right now, to disappear and get out of this situation, he was beyond mortified.

He swiped again, hoping that Tiago didn't have any more photos.

Otto grimaced when he saw that he was right--there were no more still shots, but the next thing to come up was a muted video.

"I-I...uh...oh...shit..."

Tiago laughed. "That's what I said when I first saw that one!"

Otto's ears were ringing so loudly that he barely heard Tiago, he was so deeply ashamed that the rhino had seen the video that was playing on the tablet he now held.

Someone had been filming during one of GTZ's barbecues--Otto recognized it as last year's Exam Week Luau. Tiki torches and inflatable palm trees had been set up in the backyard of the GTZ house, and everyone was wearing leis, including Otto...who, in the video, was on his hands and knees on the picnic table next to the grill. While the racks of ribs and veggie kebabs sizzled away over the coals, the red panda was in the middle of a spitroast of his own.

On Tiago's couch, Otto was speechless as he watched himself vigorously bobbing his head back and forth along Grant Marston's length while Ramon Garcia was brutally fucking the red panda on the screen. Excess saliva dribbled from Otto's lips wrapped around the rabbit's shaft, while his ass visibly rippled from the impact of the fossa's hips repeatedly slamming against him; whoever was recording also got a close-up view of Otto's hole easily swallowing Ramon's member as he penetrated the red panda again and again. Even though the video's sound was muted, Otto could hear everything clearly in his memory: the loud plap-lap-lap-lap-lap of Ramon's hips and balls slapping against his own, Grant's moaning from when Otto teased his glans with his tongue, Otto's own needy, desperate grunting and groaning as Ramon fucked him...

Otto's embarrassment was off the chart by this point--his face felt hot enough to power a nuclear reactor, his stomach was twisting itself into knots, his heart was pumping so fast that he thought it was going to explode, and his throat was drier than a desert. But in spite of his shame...he swiped to the left again.

The next video had been filmed in GTZ's living room, and it was focused on Otto and three other fraternity brothers from his pledge class: Amir Lazarro, an oryx, Andy Fulton, a cheetah, and Simon Ortega, an otter. All four of them were dressed in pink jockstraps and scrambling across the floor on their hands and knees, going as fast as they could to snatch up the dozens of blue, purple, pink, and green condoms that were full of cum and had been scattered across the hardwood.

Otto watched himself grab a condom and quickly slurp the gooey load out of it before shoving the empty contraceptive into the pouch of his jockstrap, just like his fellow competitors were doing in this depraved eating contest that GTZ had set up.

In the background of the video, more of Otto's brothers were mutely cheering and placing bets with each other while the red panda, oryx, cheetah, and otter cleaned out every condom they got their hands on. At one point, Otto grabbed five full rubbers and squeezed them all into his mouth at the same time, messily mixing the viscous globs of semen on his palate and hastily gulping them before he stored his condoms in his jockstrap; his lips were stained with cum, but he kept going, intently searching out the next condom he could grab.

"Ah...this...u-um...w-well--" Otto stammered, but failed to defend himself as he watched himself pick up another condom and use his tongue to extract the wad of cum from it.

"Heh, that was a fun one to watch," Tiago noted as he scooted closer to Otto on the couch. "With how fast you were swallowing those loads, I bet you're a pro at knocking back oysters on the half shell."

The red panda barely heard Tiago's observation, and he didn't even register the partly impressed, partly seductive tone in the rhino's voice. If Otto had taken a moment to tear his eyes away from the screen in his lap, he would have noticed that the bulge in Tiago's navy slacks was swelling and firming up to form a more visible outline of the rhino's hefty member. But Otto was too engrossed, too shocked to look away...he had enough presence of mind to swipe left once more on the tablet...and cringed at the next video.

There he was again, this time kneeling under Pud, GTZ's feral donkey mascot. Otto was naked as the day as he was born, his fur damp with a mixture of sweat, cum, spit, and piss, and as he knelt under the donkey, he was holding a glass tankard up to Pud's cock...and the donkey was freely pissing into the cup.

Otto was speechless--what could he even say that would possibly make him look respectable in this situation? If he weren't so shocked, he would have wondered why Tiago hadn't already thrown him out of his office...yet there the rhino sat next to him, watching his fraternity antics with apparent delight.

In the video, Otto was grinning deviously as he watched the tankard fill with more and more of the donkey's frothy, pale yellow urine; the audio was muted like the previous clips, but as he sat there in a horrified stupor on the couch, Otto could mentally hear Pud's heavy stream of piss hitting the sides of the tankard and splashing on the water that accumulated in the glass, until the tankard had been filled to the brim. The red panda then removed the glass, letting Pud's flow of urine splatter on the floor, where it pooled under the donkey and around Otto's knees while he raised his glass in tribute to his brothers.

In his memory, Otto heard his brothers' boisterous chants of "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" as he watched himself raise the full tankard of donkey piss to his lips...and begin guzzling it down in large gulps, draining the glass with the practiced ease of someone who had chugged countless liters of beer before...

"I think there is good, you get the idea," Tiago mused, and Otto flinched when the rhino reached over to tap the screen, pausing the video while the red panda was still drinking his frothy brew.

Otto sat there, shamefaced beyond measure, too humiliated to even look at Tiago as the rhino gently took the tablet from his lap and placed it on the coffee table. The red panda's cheeks and ears burned hotter than he'd ever felt, and the silence between him and Tiago was excruciating.

The red panda awkwardly cleared his parched throat before he at last mumbled, "I-I'll just...th-thank you for your time."

He made to stand from the couch, but stopped when Tiago placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Hold on, don't go just yet," the rhino chortled softly. "I still want to talk to you."

As disgraced as he felt, Otto remained where he was, wishing more than anything that there was a void that would just open up under him so he could fall into it and disappear. Tiago, however, removed his hand and methodically poured a glass of fruit-infused water before he pushed it into Otto's hands.

"Here, drink some water, you look like you could use it."

The red panda did as he was told, taking a sip of the lemon and raspberry flavored water--it was so cold and refreshing for his dry mouth and throat, and he took a large gulp...then another...and another before he lowered the glass again. His face was still on fire, but the heat was just a little less intense.

"I-I...I'm so sorry--" Otto blurted.

"No, no," Tiago kindly interrupted. "Really, I owe you an apology for springing all that on you right then; you thought you had the job in the bag, and then I surprised you with that."

Otto grimaced, then nodded.

Tiago looked at him ruefully. "To be fair, I could have told you about this sometime after offering you the internship, but I prefer to be more upfront; it's better to get these kinds of things out of the way before we move forward. Full transparency." The rhino heaved a sigh before he continued, "And I know you're probably feeling beyond embarrassed, but you really shouldn't; the good news is that, if anything, all your...activities only made you more qualified for the internship."

Where before he had felt ready to collapse in on himself, Otto now perked up for a moment, confused--had he heard Tiago right? "I...what?"

The rhino nodded genially, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a charming smile. "You were a great candidate before, but now...perfect. All of those photos and videos showed me how talented you really are, and I enjoyed seeing what you can do."

Otto was dumbstruck--how was Tiago saying this right now? The red panda had been sure that the rhino had lost all respect for him after seeing everything, but he was...pleased and giving him positive feedback?

"Are...are you serious?" Otto heard himself ask.

"Absolutely!" Tiago replied earnestly. He chuckled, then gestured at his crotch, drawing Otto's attention to the bulge in his pants, which the red panda properly noticed for the first time--the rhino's slacks were tight around the silhouette of the long, rotund column that had formed in his groin. "I mean, does this not tell you I enjoyed it?"

"O-oh!"

"Heh, yeah, you got me pretty excited the first time I saw those pics and video," the obviously well-endowed rhino snickered. "The number of times I cranked it to that video of you getting spit-roasted...well..."

Tiago sighed, then patted Otto's thigh before he grunted and stood from the couch. "Sorry, all this has got me thirsty for something a little stronger--can I get you a whiskey or beer?"

"Uh...no, I'm good, thanks," Otto said faintly, still holding his half-empty glass of water while Tiago strode over to his private wet bar.

The rhino grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey from the counter, and he spoke as he poured his drink. "You're probably wondering how I got hold of your more...sensitive exploits?"

"Now that you mention it..." Otto began, curious.

Tiago snorted, more to himself. "Well, if I remember right, Jared Sloane's a member of your fraternity," he said as he closed the bottle of whiskey and replaced it on the counter.

"Jared? Yeah, but he...oh." Otto's eyes widened as he put it together.

Yes, Jared had been in the Class of 2012 for Gamma Theta Zeta at Grafton Bay University, and yes, Otto knew that sometimes videos and pictures of fraternity activities occasionally got circulated around to some of the former brothers to keep them connected with the frat...presumably, Jared was still linked to the GTZ private distribution list. But how did Tiago Morales, of all people, see the porn that Otto had made? Jared wouldn't have gone out of his way to show the CEO of DCI that his prospective personal assistant had been turned into a cumdump for his fraternity...would he?

Tiago had turned around to look at Otto, and he took a sip of his whiskey before he continued, "Jared didn't come to me with this, if that's what you're thinking. He accessed your pictures and videos on his company-issued phone, which raised a security flag in IT."

The rhino took another sip, then began walking back over to the couch while he went on, "I'm BCC'd for those kinds of issues in case there's a real security risk and serious disciplinary action is needed, but when I saw what Jared had been looking at...well, I talked with him, and he gave me a little more insight on what goes on at GTZ fraternity functions, which piqued my interest in you even more and...well, here we are."

Tiago sat back down on the sofa next to Otto, draping his arm along the back of the couch and resting his hand lightly on the red panda's shoulder. His arousal still strained against his slacks...and Otto was beginning to feel more tension in his own pants as his member stiffened in his sheath.

If Otto had been in nearly any other situation, he would have offered to go down on the rhino right then and there. But he still wanted to act with at least some professional decorum...and Tiago's explanation had prompted another question.

"Um...did you see my stuff before or after setting up this interview?" Otto asked.

"After," Tiago answered.

"So...we're not talking just because..."

"What, just because I think you'd be a good lay? No, no, definitely not," the rhino said emphatically. He chuckled before continuing, "I have certain proclivities, and I do think you're a really sexy guy, Otto, but I didn't bring you all the way here just because I saw some of your exploits; I truly believed that you'd be a good fit for this job, and I believe it even more now that I've had a chance to talk with you."

Otto's heart rose in his chest and the heat in his face dissipated more at Tiago's reassuring words.

"Jared and Connie gave me your resume and information a week and a half ago, and I had my little chat with Jared only earlier this week," Tiago clarified further. "Call it good timing, call it...I don't know, Jared practicing poor data security...but I wanted to interview you based solely on your merits, not your sexual talents, which I'd consider more of an additional perk of you interning as my personal assistant."

"Okay...okay, yeah, I think I'm good with that," Otto said as he nodded, adequately convinced.

"Excellent," Tiago mused before he took another sip of his whiskey. He rested his glass tumbler on his thigh before he scooted in closer to Otto, intimately closing the gap between them. "Now, that being said..."

Otto perked up again as he looked at Tiago--there was a sultry fire in the rhino's eyes...and it burned through the red panda's lingering embarrassment and began rekindling Otto's own libido...reawakening the eager slut that had been cultivated through so many experiences at the frat house.

"If you wanted to...unlock certain...benefits," Tiago began, choosing his words carefully, "you could let me do a...practical assessment of how good a fit you'd be for the position."

The rhino's free hand cupped Otto's shoulder, subtly pulling him in closer. Tiago's leg pressed against the red panda's thigh, and Otto could smell the liquor on the executive's breath as they were face to face--a shiver ran up the college student's spine as his tail twitched, and his dick swelled further out of his sheath under his slacks.

"What do you say?" Tiago asked, his voice low.

Otto grinned and didn't even hesitate as he replied, "What can I do for you...boss?"

The rhino patted the red panda's shoulder playfully. "Heh, I'm not your boss yet--haven't officially offered you the job--but I like your spirit. How about you get up for me and lose the pants and jacket?"

Otto raised his eyebrows questioningly, and Tiago nodded affirmatively, a devious grin on his face, before he nudged the red panda. Otto smirked, then set his half-empty glass of water on the coffee table before he pushed himself off the sofa; he stepped around the coffee table so he had some more space in front of the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on Grafton Bay. Facing the business executive sitting on the leather couch before him, the prospective intern seductively shrugged off his black blazer while he subtly swayed his hips.

"Hmm, seems someone likes to put on a little show, huh?" Tiago asked.

"Well, you said the length of the internship would depend on my performance," Otto teased as he revealed his figure-fitting, pale blue button-up shirt; the tight cotton accentuated his torso and clung closely to his arms. "I want to make sure I'm doing a good job from Day 1."

The red panda tossed his discarded jacket onto the couch, where it landed next to Tiago.

"And when would be a good Day 1 for you?" the rhino inquired as he settled more comfortably on the couch, his legs spread wide to show off the bulge in his crotch.

Otto turned around and continued lightly swinging his hips back and forth, keeping Tiago's attention on his tail and his firm cheeks.

"Well, I guess that depends...how soon do you need me?" Otto said suggestively.

Smack! Otto spanked himself hard on the ass--even though the fabric of his slacks and underwear muffled the sound of the impact and softened the sting, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tiago's grin widen.

"Mmm, I think I'm going to need you real soon...in the next few minutes," Tiago mused while he watched Otto trace his hands around his waistband for a moment. "But officially...probably next Monday..."

Otto chuckled and nodded as he began unbuckling his belt. "Next Monday works for me. Would I start immediately or is there an orientation I'd need to do?"

Otto kept his back turned to Tiago while his loose belt buckle jangled softly and he unzipped his fly.

"You'd do a couple days of orientation," Tiago replied, his voice low; his eyes were locked onto Otto's glutes and the red panda's hypnotically swaying tail. "First would be someone from Connie's department...then Laurie would give you some additional training before I break you in."

"Hmm, you breaking me in...that's the part I'm really looking forward to," Otto quipped before he spun around on the spot to face Tiago again. He still held his pants up...but he pulled apart at his now-open crotch, revealing his cyan and black boxer briefs. His balls and dick (fully engorged and out of his sheath by this point) formed a visible outline in the stretchy, body-hugging polyester and spandex.

"Oh, I think I'll be breaking you in a lot," Tiago sniggered. "Mmm, looking very tasty."

"Heh, not as tasty as you."

Tiago chuckled. "Heh, don't flatter me too much, I might reconsider offering you the internship," the rhino joked.

Otto smirked. "Nah, I'm being honest--you've got me really curious about what you're packing," he said, his gaze glued on Tiago's crotch; the rhino looked like he was concealing a large beer can in his slacks, and the red panda's mouth watered at the thought of sucking the executive's beefy member...

"Oh, you'll see soon enough, Otto," Tiago said assuringly. "Now, about those pants..."

The red panda giggled and began pushing his slacks down over his thighs. He took a moment to turn and show off his ass, his taut buns still clad in his snug boxer briefs, before he spun back to face Tiago once more. As he pushed down his black slacks further, he exposed more of his light brown and deep mahogany fur. His waistband descended down past his knees, over his shins...until Otto simply dropped his pants, and they lay in a heap around his ankles, leaving him wearing only his underwear, button-up shirt, and gold necktie.

Tiago nodded approvingly. "Now, that certainly enhances my view."

Otto snorted; as he stood before Tiago, there was nothing behind him except the panes of clear glass...and then the expansive cityscape that lay nearly 60 stories below.

"I might have a day where you just stand around in your underwear for me," Tiago said thoughtfully, gazing at the red panda like a museum patron appraising a statue. "Something tells me you wouldn't be opposed to that, though."

"Heh, not really, no," Otto agreed.

Tiago winked at him before he knocked back the rest of his whiskey, and he set the empty tumbler on the coffee table before he rose from the sofa and came to stand in front of Otto. Otto looked up admiringly at the bulky rhino who stood face-to-face with him; his size, his power, his strength, his influence, his personality, the way his eyes gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the massive windows of his extravagant office--everything about the CEO was impressive and awe-inspiring.

Tiago looked back down at Otto, towering over the smaller red panda, a predatory, yet charismatically seductive smile on his lips.

"Now, as much as I like your underwear, I think you're better off without it," Tiago began as he lifted his hands and rested them on Otto's waist. The red panda shivered in excitement as the rhino's fingers worked themselves into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and gently rubbed through his fur. "Hmm...now you've got me thinking about instating a mandatory commando policy for all male employees...how do you feel about being the test case for it so I can see what it's like in practice before turning it into a company-wide mandate?"

"If that's what you need," Otto said amenably, holding still as Tiago gripped his waistband now.

"Heh, with that kind of attitude, you'll be a great intern," Tiago smirked. With that, he roughly yanked down, exposing Otto's bare ass cheeks to the view of Grafton Bay behind him, while the college student's throbbing, six-inch erection sprang out; the two men were so close together that Otto's cock tapped against Tiago's crotch, making a bobbing bridge between the red panda and the rhino.

"Mmm, very nice," Tiago observed, pulling Otto's underwear down further until it fell to the floor around the red panda's ankles.

Now totally bottomless, Otto remained standing in front of Tiago, who gently wrapped his left hand around the red panda's shaft; Otto softly gasped at the rhino's warm, coarse skin lightly rubbing against his sensitive dick. Tiago teasingly squeezed the rigid pole a few times, clenching his fingers tightly around it before loosening his grip and simply holding the red panda's member, feeling the younger man's pulse for a moment. His large, strong mitt easily smothered Otto's cock, and the red panda relished the heat he felt as his dick rested in Tiago's loose fist.

To Otto, the rhino's grasp was a signal of the fact that Tiago was taking charge of him, making him fully aware of who was in control here...and Otto found that so arousing that he throbbed hard in Tiago's hand.

"Heh, excited?"

"What gave you that idea?" Otto quipped flirtatiously.

Tiago grinned and squeezed the red panda's dick in his hand again. "Ah, let's just say I'm good at reading people." Still holding Otto's member, the rhino then raised his hand, lifting the red panda's erection and pushing it back against his groin to get a better look at his sheath and testicles. "Mmm, now, when I first saw this in your pictures, I got curious," Tiago said as he used his right hand to begin lazily fingering and fondling Otto's sheath piercing.

The red panda shivered as he felt the rhino play with the silver captive bead ring. "R-eally?"

"Yeah, I started wondering why you'd get a piercing like this...but now, seeing it in person, it makes a lot more sense," Tiago said. He flicked a finger against the sheath ring, jostling it before he rubbed it tenderly. Then, as he released his hold on Otto's dick with his left hand, Tiago kept his right hand in place; he pinched the ring with his thick thumb and index finger before he tugged, earning another soft moan from Otto. "It's good for giving you a little pleasure..."

Tiago now pulled harder and stepped back.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh!" At the sudden tension on his sheath, Otto grunted and hurriedly stepped out of his slacks and underwear on the floor to close the gap between himself and Tiago.

"And it's good for leading you around," Tiago added deviously. He snickered before he pulled on the sheath piercing again, and this time he turned as he began walking more purposefully.

"Ah!" Otto gasped at the pull on his ring; he had no choice but to follow Tiago, who led him away from the sitting area where they'd conducted their interview.

Like a dog on a leash, Otto trailed behind Tiago, doing his best to match his strides so the rhino wouldn't pull too hard on his sheath piercing...but he did love the small twinges of pain from Tiago's tugging. And it felt so good having his tight sheath stretched and pulled away from his cock.

This was far from Otto's first time being dragged around by his sheath--his frat brothers had taken advantage of his piercing enough times to get him used to sensation, to get him craving to be pulled along by it. And now, as Otto was under the control of the rhino in front of him, his stiff cock wagged from side to side in front of him while he walked bottomless in front of in front of the sheer windows, past the display cases and potted plants and bookshelves...and back to Tiago's desk.

When they approached the desk, Tiago pulled Otto around, maneuvering the red panda to face him so Otto was between the rhino and the large table.

"Alright, up you get," Tiago instructed, releasing his hold on Otto's sheath piercing and planting his hands on the red panda's hips instead; Tiago began to lift, and Otto obligingly hopped up on the desk behind him.

As Otto scooted back to properly sit on the desk with his legs dangling at his knees, his ass slid smoothly over the butcher block surface, as did the bottom of his scrotum; Otto's bushy, ringed tail swished excitedly and knocked a small stack of folders askew, but Tiago paid it no mind. The burly rhino stepped in closer as Otto settled up on his rump--Tiago sidled up between the red panda's spread legs, and he was tall enough that his ample crotch rested comfortably on the desktop.

Otto couldn't resist anymore--he leaned forward and reached for the rhino's belt...but when he had his hands on the leather band, he forced himself to pause, and he looked up at Tiago, hopeful. "May I?"

Tiago chuckled and affectionately cupped Otto's cheek with his right hand. "Please do, I appreciate you taking the initiative."

That was all the permission that Otto needed; grinning triumphantly, the red panda quickly unlatched the rhino's brown leather belt, unbuttoned his waistband, and unzipped his fly. The loosened crotch of Tiago's pants revealed that the CEO was wearing a simple pair of black cotton briefs that bulged around the hefty package within. Otto licked his lips at the subtle, musky aroma that emanated from Tiago's manhood, and he hooked his thumbs into the rhino's elastic waistband; gripping Tiago's pants as well, Otto tugged as far as he could, getting halfway down the rhino's thighs.

"Ah, that's better," Tiago grunted appreciatively as his turgid dick flopped out of his underwear like a club that had been dropped.

"Whoa," Otto breathed, his eyes wide as he stared down at the rhino's member.

Tiago's cock had to be more than eight inches long, and it was as fat as an overgrown eggplant; two thick veins lazily branched along the sides of his beefy shaft, and his bulging, circumcised glans tapered upward into a deliciously blunt tip. As stiff as Tiago's member was, it hung down from his groin, partly resting on the desk as if it was too heavy and engorged to support its own weight. His plump, lime-sized nuts filled out his rotund scrotum, which hung high under the base of his member, though the bottom of his sac was flush with the butcher block.

Otto's mouth had been watering before, but seeing the rhino's cock now, unobstructed and in all its delicious glory, got the red panda really drooling, and his hole twitched excitedly.

"Like what you see?" Tiago chuckled.

"Oh yeah." Without waiting for permission now (after all, he'd come this far, no way was Tiago going to tell him "no" now), Otto released his hold on the rhino's slacks and underwear and slipped a hand under Tiago's cock. His fur rubbed silkily against the buttery skin, and Otto gently clasped his fingers around the broad shaft, savoring the details he felt--the heat, the prominent ridges of the rhino's veins, Tiago's powerful pulse in his palm...

Otto experimentally lifted the dick in his hand, testing the weight of Tiago's member; it was a dense, twitching pole, and Otto quivered as he already began imagining the hefty shaft resting on his tongue, plunging into his throat, and filling his ass with its sheer girth.

"Fuck, you're heavy," he mused in awe.

"Heh, what can I say, I'm a big guy," Tiago quipped. He flexed his cock in Otto's hand, and the red panda grinned excitedly as the member moved in his loose grip, which earned a satisfied chuckle from the rhino. "Good thing you like it, because it's all going into you...just to make sure that you're a really good fit."

"For the internship," Otto playfully added.

"Heh, sure...for the internship," Tiago snorted jocularly before he took over from Otto, shuffling his pants and underwear down to his knees and letting them fall to the floor. Now bottomless himself, Tiago stepped out of his discarded garments and kicked them away. He then continued, "But I think I still need a better assessment of what I'm working with here."

The rhino reached for Otto's ankles...and pulled them up. Otto got the hint and reclined on Tiago's desk, laying on his back and hoisting his legs further into the air. Tiago released his ankles while Otto gripped his hamstrings in the bends of his knees, holding his legs steady and exposing his taut rump for the rhino.

Tiago sank down, kneeling on the floor in front of his desk so his face was level with Otto's ass--he planted his hands on the red panda's ass and pushed, spreading Otto's cheeks apart to give him even better access to the college student's sphincter.

"Mmm, now that's an ass...beautiful and tight," Tiago murmured almost dreamily as he moved in closer.

Otto mentally thanked himself for keeping a clean shop before he shivered at the warm puffs of breath on his puckered hole.

Tiago's broad hands kept holding Otto's ass cheeks apart, spreading them to their maximum width as he leaned in ever nearer...and then the red panda leaned back in pleasure when Tiago's wet tongue slurped over the rim of his back door.

"Oooh shit," Otto moaned while Tiago's tongue wriggled and writhed over his asshole, teasing him as it flicked back and forth.

Tiago chuckled smugly as he circled Otto's hole with the tip of his tongue...then he lapped over the red panda's entrance with long, methodical licks. He huffed as he drew his tongue up and down over Otto's sphincter, slathering the red panda's taint with saliva--Tiago's horn and nose occasionally jostled Otto's balls, but from his pleasured grunts, it seemed that the college student enjoyed the extra stimulation to his testicles while the rhino kept working over his hole.

Tiago groaned softly, taking his time to drink in Otto's musk and gently rub his muzzle against the red panda's puckered hole; as the rhino continued licking and slurping, Otto groaned blissfully in return and arched his back upward from the surface of the desk he was laying on, subtly pushing his ass further into Tiago's face. He wanted more...he needed more...

And Otto's body was getting him ready to receive more; as much as he'd been fucked by his fraternity brothers, Dr. Barrett, Pud, and so many others during his time at GBU, Otto's ass still retained its rigidity. Sure, his hole had taken plenty of punishment and stretching (he'd been fisted by a campus security guard during his hazing, after all), but his rectum always elastically bounced back into a tight tunnel that snugly wrapped around whatever was penetrating it. However, right now, the combination of Tiago's warm, humid breath and the tender massage of his slick tongue had coaxed the puckered ring of muscle to relax and open.

"Oooh man, I need you in me," Otto murmured as his hole gaped under Tiago's ministrations. "I--ooooomf!"

Otto couldn't finish what he'd been about to say, Tiago had knocked the thoughts out of the red panda's head when he aggressively dug into his now-vulnerable innards with his tongue.

"Huuuungh..." the red panda wordlessly moaned, reduced to a braindead zombie driven by lust.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Tiago, like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, fervently buried his snout against Otto's ass, greedily eating him out with no restraint at all. The rhino huffed and rumbled primally and clenched his hands possessively on the red panda's spread cheeks; Tiago's lips loudly and wetly smacked as he made out with Otto's loosened orifice, and his tongue slithered inside the college student's hot, smooth rectal cavity.

Tiago didn't let up at all for a solid fifteen minutes; during that time, the only sounds in his office were the soft, moist schlp-schlp-schlp of his lips and tongue against and in Otto's ass, the contented, animalistic rumblings that Tiago made, and the enraptured gasps and moans that Otto produced. Tiago occasionally squeezed and kneaded Otto's cheeks in his hands, spreading them apart and pushing them in against his muzzle as he kept passionately eating the younger man's ass. He curled his tongue to funnel in more of his saliva, and he teasingly nibbled every so often on the lips of Otto's anus, worrying the delicate flesh between his teeth and driving Otto wild.

Drool freely dripped from Tiago's lips, down along Otto's ass crack, and onto the top of the rhino's desk, and still Tiago continued. He kept his lips locked against Otto's rear, sucking and slurping hard like he was guzzling every last drop of juice and pulp from a ripe orange still in its peel. And the whole time, Tiago artfully swirled his tongue over Otto's soft and sensitive innards, vigorously lapping every delicious, moist inch of the red panda's guts that he could reach.

"Oh fuck...there, right there!" Otto managed to grunt as Tiago's tongue flicked over his prostate.

Tiago clenched his hands even tighter on Otto's exposed ass, holding the squirming red panda in place while he lashed Otto's pleasure button with his tongue. With expert skill, the rhino used his wet, hot muscle to press hard on the pronounced bump and wriggle it back and forth. Tiago effectively milked the sensitive gland to the point that large beads of clear precum welled up out of Otto's urethra and oozed along his throbbing cock, which bobbed and bounced every time the red panda rolled his hips to push his ass further against Tiago's muzzle.

"Oh fuck...oooooh fuuuuuuck," Otto groaned--he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so thoroughly eaten out or so viciously teased by such a talented tongue. There were plenty of guys in GTZ who had rimmed him before (even Nate had tongue-fucked him a few times before actually fucking him), but this was a whole new level...they were just college students, and Tiago was a professional in more ways than one, apparently.

The rhino carried on--for how long, Otto didn't know, but Tiago spent his time tickling the red panda's prostate and circling around it with the tip of his tongue, as if trying to excavate the walnut-sized gland from Otto's flesh. Every pass of Tiago's tongue over his prostate sent tremors through Otto's body and turned him into a quivering, panting, lust-addled mess on the CEO's desk...all while the CEO in question was on his knees with his face buried in his ass, liberally coating his guts with saliva and doing his utmost to eat his prostate and squeeze as much precum out of it as possible...

Until Tiago at last pulled back from Otto's ass. He withdrew his tongue with a wet slurp and licked his wet lips, though most of his muzzle was still stained with his own drool, which had been infused with Otto's musk.

"Damn, you're tasty," Tiago huffed.

He chuckled as he surveyed his handiwork--Otto's hole, once tightly puckered, was now an enticingly loose tunnel entrance that glistened with Tiago's spit. The rhino could already see the first few inches of Otto's innards, lined with soft, supple tissue, and the gaping orifice gently convulsed and pushed out, as if desperate to be penetrated. A strand of Tiago's saliva dripped from the relaxed rim, and the older man tenderly dragged a finger around the open ring of flesh.

"Heh, that's what I like to see..."

"Huungh..." Otto grunted softly as he felt Tiago's digit circle around--and then playfully tap--his wet hole.

Still holding his legs up, Otto panted as he caught his breath, while his dick, almost painfully hard now, throbbed and twitched with need. He dazedly opened his eyes and watched Tiago stand up again; the burly rhino grinned down at Otto and loomed over him as he stepped closer...close enough for the head of his cock to press against the red panda's ass and smear itself with Tiago's lingering drool.

Tiago flexed his dick and subtly rolled his hips, grinding slickly against Otto's hole.

"That was fun making you moan with my tongue in your ass," Tiago said as he raised his hands...and gripped Otto's ankles once more, lifting them higher while the younger man stayed on his back on his desk.

Otto grinned with anticipation and lust, and removed his hands from behind his knees; he helpfully held his ass cheeks instead, keeping them spread apart for Tiago to hit his target. He wriggled his hips, pushing back against the meaty pole that was rubbing over his relaxed hole.

"But I want to hear what sounds you make when I'm fucking you hard," the rhino told him authoritatively, holding his legs farther apart now. "Ready?"

"Absolutely," Otto breathed, exhilarated.

Tiago smirked down at him as he pulled his hips back and adjusted his stance so the blunt tip of his cock aligned with Otto's ass. Otto consciously pushed out, opening himself even wider as the head of Tiago's dick rested on the rim of his hole...and then the rhino pulled the red panda's legs towards him as he torpedoed his member completely into Otto's inviting ass.

"Ooooh yeah," Tiago huffed.

"Guuuuuoooh my god," Otto grunted, rolling his head back against Tiago's desk.

Otto's sphincter stretched around the girthy member that had roughly entered him; Tiago's dick almost grated against the red panda's insides. Even though Tiago had rimmed him and lightly greased his guts, spit wasn't the same as real lube. Still, Otto wasn't complaining--after having been passed around by so many frat boys who frantically thrust into him like he was a communal fleshlight (and, in many cases, using each others' sloppy seconds), the red panda had grown to enjoy getting fucked dry just as much as he enjoyed a lube-slicked member sliding smoothly against his innards.

If anything, the roughness made Otto feel even more satisfied and complete in his role as a slutty, hungry hole to be used and abused.

In addition to the tantalizing friction, Tiago had penetrated Otto so hard and fast that it was like the business end of a baseball bat punching into his guts, temporarily winding him...but still making him shiver with pleasure. Otto felt so deliciously full with the substantial column of meat fully lodged inside him--the full weight of Tiago's engorged cock stuffed in his ass made Otto feel like he had a gut full of lead, and the stiff member took up so much room within him that it squeezed his prostate. His innards enveloped Tiago's pulsating member completely, tightly hugging the girthy shaft. Otto reveled in the heat that radiated from the rhino's arousal filling him, while outside of his body, Tiago's overhanging muscle gut rested firmly on top of his groin, pressing down on his balls and the lower half of his dick. Otto clenched around the thick pole inside him, earning an appreciative snort from the rhino.

"Mmmm, you're so warm and tight," Tiago rumbled contentedly; even though he had already shoved his length into Otto, he pushed his hips forward, grinding his pelvis against the red panda's rump as he worked to stuff every inch of himself into the ass that was now rhythmically clenching around him, squeezing and teasing him. "Oooh fuck, you're good at that...."

"Heh, I've had plenty of practice," Otto playfully boasted; he clenched, then relaxed...clenched, then relaxed...

Tiago pulled Otto's ankles, drawing him in even closer so that the red panda's feet rested on his shoulders. "Oh, I bet you have...mmm, if I didn't have more meetings, I'd just let you do that all day."

"Heh, maybe I should just hang out under your desk."

"Mmm, tempting...very tempting...maybe another time, later in the internship. But right now, I need to properly fuck you," Tiago chuckled.

Otto grinned and clenched especially hard. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Oh, just taking some time to...familiarize myself with your assets," the rhino joked. "Heh, and I thought I was the boss here."

"You haven't officially offered me the internship yet," Otto reminded him smugly, keeping his tight grip on Tiago's cock with his ass.

"I'm getting to it--just need to see how you do in this assessment," Tiago smirked.

Without warning, Tiago rolled his hips back, withdrawing his member halfway from Otto's hole, and eliciting a soft moan from the red panda on the desk.

"Hngh!" Tiago rumbled as he thrust back in, slamming his hips powerfully against Otto's ass.

The red panda took the full force of the impact--it was utterly divine having Tiago shove his dick all the way back into him...and then the rhino withdrew again, leaving Otto feeling partly empty, needing to be filled again. Tiago grunted as he thrust back in...then withdrew...and thrust...then withdrew...and thrust, and withdrew, and thrust, withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust, faster and faster...

"Oooooh fuuuuhuuhuuuhuuuuuuck," Otto moaned loudly in one long, shuddering breath as Tiago picked up the pace.

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap-lap-lap...

Tiago gripped the younger man's ankles like a pair of handles while he powerfully hammered Otto's ass; the rhino's tail swished like a whip with visible delight as he buried his member in the warm, moist, velvety hole. The red panda on the desk rocked back and forth with every lunge of Tiago's hips--the industrial steel and wood desk stayed resolutely still while Tiago began brutally railing Otto on top of it. Otto gasped and groaned while Tiago grunted--the rhino's cock plunged into his depths like a piston, relentlessly splitting him open.

Otto soon let go of his cheeks--he'd been holding them apart to make it easier for Tiago to initially penetrate him, but he released his glutes now that the rhino was bucking into him like a wild bronco lost in the thrill of sowing his oats.

The red panda reached above his head, backwards, for the far ledge of the rhino's desk, as Tiago was fucking him with the kind of ferocity that Otto had only seen in guys who had gone too long without getting their rocks off. The hardest fucking Otto had received had been from Dr. Barrett himself--when Otto had visited the puma professor's office for the first time after coming back to campus from spring break, he'd left later that afternoon with an aching ass that made him walk funny for two days.

"Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!" Tiago gutturally snorted as he slammed into Otto again and again, madly rutting with abandon.

If Otto were in a more rational mindset, he would have wondered if the rhino really was that pent up, or if Tiago was really having such a good time plowing his ass that much. But as the CEO savagely impaled him on his fat slab of beef, all Otto cared about was holding himself steady so he could fully enjoy the ride. His fingertips found the far side of Tiago's desk, and he clamped on tightly as the rhino used him like a breeding mount--meanwhile, Otto wriggled his hips, grinding back against Tiago while he sporadically clenched and relaxed his ass around the rhino's member, teasing it to the best of his ability.

"Unf-unf-unf-unf!" Otto grunted in quick succession every time Tiago thrust into him.

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap-lap-lap...

Tiago's hips collided hard with Otto's rump--Otto felt like he was getting rammed by a freight train, and he loved it. Tiago's cock throbbed and flexed hard as the rhino drove it into the red panda's ass like a piledriver, pounding him mercilessly.

Otto held onto the desk while Tiago held onto his legs, using them for leverage to better spear the red panda on his cock; the rhino's throbbing member dove into Otto's ass, spreading his innards apart as it rubbed quickly over his silky insides. At first, Tiago's dick occasionally stuck in spots where his spit didn't provide enough lubrication, but pretty soon his leaking pre began to spread and smear over Otto's soft guts and Tiago's shaft.

Otto's hole wetly accepted Tiago's pounding with a loud, slippery schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop. Tiago's spit and pre combined with Otto's own natural secretions into a musky, slick mixture of fluids that stuck to the rhino's skin and clung to the red panda's fur; sticky strands formed between Tiago's groin and Otto's ass each time the rhino withdrew before thrusting back in. Tiago kept going at full speed, swiftly and forcefully sliding his cock through the humid, greasy miasma and over the folds and ripples of Otto's inner walls; the blunt tip of his cockhead surged past the red panda's second sphincter effortlessly, spreading it open on every forward push.

"Fuck...that's--mmf--like...fucking velvet...shit," Tiago panted.

"I...hungh...mmf...how am I--fuck--doing in...hnngggh...the assessment?" Otto grunted while the rhino's pounding bounced him back and forth over the desk. "Think I'm...ungh...a good fiit?"

"Mmm...perfect fit," Tiago huffed. "So tight and warm..."

Otto grinned deliriously at the rhino's positive feedback, and he renewed his clenching around Tiago's member, doing his best to drive the older man wild.

"Oooh fuck...real glad you--mmf--can take everything--huff--I'm giving you," Tiago puffed out as he carried on fucking Otto like there was no tomorrow; he humped the red panda energetically, never once faltering in his pace or power. "How's this--mmf--compared to--hngh...getting fucked by your frat brothers?"

"Oooooooh soooooo much betteeeerrr," Otto lewdly moaned as Tiago kept thrusting in and out of him.

His hole had never felt so satisfyingly full, so wonderfully stretched just from getting fucked--sure, he'd been on the receiving end of big horses and had, on two occasions, taken as many as three fists before. But Tiago was pushing buttons that Otto didn't even know he had, buttons that even Dr. Barrett hadn't found. This was a whole new class of fucking...Otto rocked back and forth on the desk, his soul on fire and his whole body tingling with need. This wasn't just fucking--it was sex in its most thrilling, exhilarating form.

Tiago was railing him like a man possessed with a carnal energy that was beyond anything the red panda had experienced before. Otto's frat brothers--hell, even Dr. Barrett--were all just eager to get off, to hump him for a while and then bust their nuts in him. Tiago, on the other hand, was intent on breeding him, on pumping him full of all the cum he had to offer, on leaving his mark on Otto's innards, and on making the red panda desperate for more right now and in the future.

"Yeah? You're not getting college student dick...this is real man dick," Tiago snorted. "Filling you, pounding you, making you mine..."

"Hoooo fuck...yeah, I'm yours," Otto groaned; he arched his back up from the desk, as if offering himself up to the rhino who was breeding him.

"Mmm...my own little intern to play with..." Tiago trailed off before he pushed Otto's left leg forward slightly, enough to position the red panda's foot in front of his muzzle...and then Tiago licked his paw.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuck," Otto grunted in pleasure as Tiago dragged his tongue over the sensitive pad of his foot.

The rhino slurped and kissed Otto's paw for a moment before he buried his nose in his sole and huffed it, inhaling Otto's sweat and musk. Tiago then took his time licking, nibbling, and sucking on the college student's toes, making Otto squirm even more as Tiago's fat battering ram plunged in and out of his stretched hole.

Plap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap...

Tiago's rapid-fire fucking was brutal, borderline vicious--he practically hurled his cock into Otto, slamming into him at high velocity without an ounce of regard for the red panda's comfort, which suited Otto just fine. In fact, Tiago's ferocious fucking was driving Otto about as close to heaven as he could get; the rhino was repeatedly smashing his prostate with his cock, practically juicing it and making precum leak out of Otto's urethra. As Otto quivered and trembled under Tiago's quick, powerful thrusts, every push on his prostate increased the pressure in his loins and nudged him closer to the edge.

All six inches of the red panda's throbbing member were electrified by the pleasure running rampant through his body thanks to Tiago's aggressive fucking--if Otto were in a mental state where he could form logical thoughts, he would have doubted that he'd even need to use his hands to stimulate himself...not that he could really use his hands in the first place. Yes, he was using both hands to hang onto the far edge of Tiago's desk, but there was also the fact that Tiago's musclegut had been grinding against his balls and dick the whole time that the rhino had been plowing him.

The only visible part of Otto's cock was the upper half of his shaft, which poked out from under Tiago's firm beer keg of belly (still hidden beneath the taut button-up shirt the CEO wore). The rhino's gut hung heavily on top of Otto's balls and the lower half of his dick, and as it bounced back and forth with Tiago's humping, it rubbed against Otto's cock in a way that almost made it feel like Otto was fucking Tiago's stomach while Tiago was fucking Otto's ass.

And speaking of Otto's ass...

Plap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap...

The red panda's rump was beginning to ache from how hard Tiago's hips and heavy balls were slapping against it...but Otto was in love with how expertly, how dominantly, how assertively Tiago was stretching his hole around his cock. He loved feeling the long, beefy, veined shaft piston back and forth across his rim as it drew out the lips of his anus before stuffing them back into him; he loved how the blunt tip quickly tapered outward to the rest of the hefty column that spread his insides apart; he loved how Tiago was hilting himself inside his ass on every thrust, making Otto's ass connect with his groin while he lodged his cock deep in the red panda's guts...

"Hmf! Hmf! Hmf! Hmf! Hmf!"

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

Tiago's grunts and Otto's moans melded together, mixing with the constant slapping of the rhino's hips against the red panda's ass and the wet schlorping of Otto's hole opening around Tiago's member. Otto had no idea how long Tiago had been fucking him--time had no meaning when he was in such exquisite ecstasy while getting railed on the CEO's desk. But he and Tiago had been going long enough for Otto's fur to grow damp with sweat, and there were visible pit stains on Tiago's shirt, while more sweat beaded on the rhino's brow.

Plap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap-schlop-lap...

Otto kept clenching around the dick that hammered away at his prostate, although Tiago was fucking him so hard, it was almost a miracle that the red panda had any muscle control left.

Tiago's cock was so stiff that Otto felt like he was getting plowed by a blunt steel column, unyielding, never letting up in its assault.

Otto's own erection strained under Tiago's gut pressing down on top of it. In his pleasured squirming, the red panda bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock along the underside of the rhino's overhanging belly.

The red panda groaned at Tiago's tongue on his paw, alternately tracing over his pads and between his toes before the rhino sucked on his foot again.

Tiago kept going, hurriedly pounding the younger man who writhed on his desk, swinging his balls and hips against the taut rump that accepted him, slickly plunging his cock into the hot, moist, soft tunnel that squeezed around him, begged him for more, until eventually...

"Unf! Oh fuck!" Tiago grunted loudly.

In a flash, the rhino released his grip on both of Otto's legs and leaned over, effectively folding the college student in half under him. He slammed his left hand on the desk next to Otto's head, supporting himself, while his right hand grabbed Otto's thin, gold-patterned necktie and pulled it like a leash, yanking the red panda's head upward...and Tiago thrust even harder and faster, losing all control in his animalistic need to dump the contents of his heavy balls into the hole he was breeding.

"Ungh! Yes! Fuuuck...give it to meeee," Otto growled fervently at the increase in tempo and power. From how hard Tiago was pulling on his necktie and how frenzied he was in his humping, Otto knew the rhino was entering the home stretch, so close to climax; the red panda was right there with him, as the heat and pressure built up in Otto like a runaway water boiler approaching the point of failure and threatening to explode.

He let go of the far side of the desk behind his head--Otto forgot entirely about trying to keep himself steady as a breeding mount for the rhino, he just wanted to clutch onto Tiago as tightly as he could. Otto grabbed onto Tiago's thrusting hips and curled his flailing legs around the sides of the rhino's thick torso. Tiago's back was so broad in comparison to Otto's body that the red panda couldn't lock his ankles together, but he did the best he could, holding onto Tiago for the ride of his life as the CEO brutally humped him and jostled him back and forth over the desk.

Plapschloplapschloplapschloplap...

"Hungh...hungh...you want it don't you," Tiago huffed in Otto's face, looking him in the eye while his cock pumped in and out of his ass.

"Y-yeeeessss, pleeeeeaaaaase," Otto hissed in pleasure.

Tiago snorted and tugged the red panda's necktie even harder. "Mmf...you take my load, you're getting this internship...that what you want?"

Otto nodded jubilantly. "Give...give 'em both to me!"

"Yeah? You want to work for me?"

Plapschloplapschloplapschloplap...

"Fuck yeah, boss!"

Tiago grinned--his smile was crazed, on the edge of manic while he kept up his energetic thrusting. "You--mmf--want to be my personal assistant?"

"Unngh...if it means--haaah--being your--mmf--personal cum dump...I'm in!"

The rhino clenched his jaw and hunched over more, pressing Otto into the desk as he humped even faster. "Oooooh you're gonna get it...fuck...oh fuck, I'm close," he panted.

Otto was dancing on the edge as Tiago's belly continued grinding against his cock and balls and the rhino's member pounded his prostate into oblivion. Slimy pre was leaking from Otto's urethra and staining both his and Tiago's shirts, but neither of them cared about that now; all that mattered was crossing the finish line. "Me too...fucking fill me...come on, boss...cum in me..."

"Gonna...ungh...gonna...HUNNNNNF! HUUUUUUUUNGH!" Tiago bellowed as he slammed his hips into Otto's ass one last time.

Tiago's cock spasmed as he drove it home in Otto's depths, and the red panda felt the hard convulsion in the rhino's member as it slid over his prostate...which sent Otto over the cliff.

"Ooooh fffuuuuuuuUUUUUUNGHHH!" Otto mindlessly cried out as whole body jerked and twitched under Tiago; his balls drew up tight and gushes of cum exploded from his cock and splattered on his and the rhino's shirts.

Tiago panted hard as he pumped rope after rope of thick batter into Otto's ass, painting his guts with a torrent of gooey, viscous seed. Like molten lava being belched out of a volcano, hot, fresh cum erupted from Tiago's member in powerful surges; semen flowed out with every flex of the rhino's cock, and the potent, musky fluid flooded the space between his shaft and Otto's soft tissues before seeping into the red panda's nooks and crannies. There was so much that the torrent of cum filled Otto to the brim, and soon there were trickles and drips of it leaking out of his ass from around Tiago's pulsating shaft still buried inside him; it lazily dribbled down Tiago's rotund, throbbing balls and onto the desk, where it began to form a small sticky puddle.

Otto reveled subconsciously at the growing warmth that was ballooning inside him as Tiago kept loading him up with more and more cum; the red panda was too distracted to properly enjoy it, though, as he was still orgasming, his mind awash with profound pleasure. He spasmed under the burly rhino and involuntarily clenched around Tiago's cock as he kept spurting his own seed; glob upon glob shot out of his urethra and landed haphazardly on his and Tiago's stomachs, making a sticky mess on both of them.

"Hnngh! Aaahhhaaaah! Hnnngh!" Tiago trembled and snorted gruffly at the overstimulation of Otto's clenching on his member--caught in the throes of ecstasy, Otto was milking him for every drop, every ounce his balls could pump out. At first, the rhino tried to hold still as he deposited his load in Otto's ass...but the full-body thrill he felt was so intense that he was going to explode if he didn't start moving again, and Tiago's hips began automatically pumping once more, sliding his still spurting cock in and out of the younger man's wildly contracting hole.

"Haaaaaah...aaaanghhh," Otto gasped and shuddered as he rode through his climax, still holding onto Tiago. He barely even registered the fact that Tiago had resumed humping him, all Otto cared about was that the rhino's girthy member was flexing hard within him and repeatedly bashing into his prostate, squeezing out more dollops of seminal fluid that oozed out of his cock.

Their moans and gasps mixed together as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over them--both Otto and Tiago had been reduced to their most basic, carnal instincts, unable to say anything coherent or do anything beyond what their bodies naturally compelled them to do. Otto was wriggling and writhing under the rhino, doing everything he could to tease out every last drop of thick seed he could get, and Tiago kept pumping his hips, unable to control himself, unable to hold back from fucking the red panda even more.

By now, Otto was overflowing with Tiago's semen, and the red panda's cummy, messy, puffed-out, and gaping hole slopped noisily around the rhino's member; the wet glorp-glop-schlop-schlap of Tiago's prolonged humping into Otto's thoroughly used ass filled the office in addition to the rhino and red panda's vocalizations.

The two of them stayed locked together, with Tiago hunched over Otto and Otto hanging onto Tiago, as they soared to the peaks of their pleasure. Otto's mind was blissfully blank--he completely forgot about the interview, he didn't care about the internship, he didn't even think about the fact that, of all the people to fuck him senseless, it was the CEO of DCI, and the rhino was still injecting a huge load of batter into his guts right now. All Otto could do was writhe, breathe, and grunt while Tiago pressed down heavily on top of him, still fucking him, and shaking and huffing as sweat dripped from his brow and down onto the red panda.

Their chests heaved as they sucked in lungfuls of air, and as the high tide of hormones and euphoric bliss began to recede, Tiago's fucking slowed to a stop, and Otto's writhing grew still. The two of them were damp with sweat, as if they'd just run a 10K in nothing but their shirts. Cum continued to dribble out of Otto's ass around Tiago's cock, adding to the sticky puddle that was forming around the rhino's testicles that rested on his desk. The smell of musk and sex hung over both of them, and Otto's softening cock rested in the gooey stain he'd spurted onto his shirt, while more ropes of red panda cum clung to Tiago's shirt.

Otto and Tiago stayed where they were, simply panting with their eyes closed, Tiago still lodged inside Otto's ass. Their heavy panting eventually subsided to steady, even breathing as they recovered...and after a few minutes, they finally opened their eyes again and looked at each other.

Otto grinned almost sheepishly at the rhino...and Tiago chuckled down at him as he let go of his necktie.

"Well...hoooo, I needed that," Tiago sighed, content.

"You and me both...heh, how'd I do on the assessment?" Otto joked.

"Mmmm, perfectly, couldn't have asked for better," Tiago murmured. With his free hand, he affectionately patted Otto's cheek. "Nicely done."

"I aim to please," Otto snickered.

"No doubt about that," Tiago smirked. "That's the kind of attitude I need from my personal assistant." He grunted as he straightened up, though he remained standing where he was, with his hips firmly planted against Otto's backside and his slowly-softening cock still buried in the red panda's ass. "So, do you want the internship? Officially, I mean."

Otto tiredly propped himself on his elbows, but he grinned enthusiastically up at Tiago. "Like I said, if it means I get to be your personal cum dump, I'm in."

Tiago laughed and nodded. "You definitely earned that benefit...and plenty of other perks, too." He extended his hand for Otto to shake. "Welcome aboard."

Otto beamed as took his hand and shook it firmly. "Can't wait to get started!"