The Benjamin Parable

[Narrator] : This is the story of a gecko named Benjamin.

[Narrator] : Benjamin worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Benjamin relished every moment the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Benjamin was happy.

[Narrator] : And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Benjamin; something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi.' Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong.

[Narrator] : Shocked, frozen solid, Benjamin found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.



Benjamin was taping away at a mobile game on his cellphone when he noticed the strange situation he was in right now. He had been hired a few years back by this company, so a small routine had already taken place. Since his boss refused to give out any Wi-fi, and his computer only had access to the command prompt screen, he usually played a little game to pass the time before the telltale beeping noise of a new command to follow on screen rang in his ears.

Today, he had beaten his record for his little game, before realizing he had been playing for a long time without hearing that beep. He looked up from his small screen to his bigger one in confusion, seeing it as blank as ever. That's odd. It never took this long for the commands to pop up. And...come to think of it, the office seemed eerily...silent this morning. Growing more and more curious, the gecko stood up, stretching his smooth body a bit, before poking his head out of his office door. No sound. No movement. No...nothing.

"...hello?" He called out to the empty hallways. He temptingly began to step out, his eyes darting in all directions, as he began to make his way forward. Maybe he missed a memo about a meeting, or a day off? This was definitely worthy of an investigation.



[Narrator] : Benjamin never saw the office was brightly lit. He hoped it was a sign of something. He pretty hoped it was.

*Indeed, the familiar, broad workplace was oozing with sunshine. Files were scattered on the tables, alongside pens and pen sharpeners. Computers throned on the desks, bleeping and blooping in the warm sun. It felt as if human activity just ceased to be in the blink of an eye, leaving the place lifeless and devoid of purpose. At first glance, there wasn't much else to notice : the lonely water cooler didn't have any cups left in it, and a couple strange blue, spherical pills adorned Employee #432's (Benjamin never managed to remember the guy's name) desktop. In the back of the room, there was a door Benjamin never noticed before, sealed with wooden planks. All other doors seemed locked. Apart from the one leading towards the meeting room : a set of corridors, another workplace exactly like the first, ending towards a simple room with two doors in it.*

[Narrator] : The meeting room, yes, that's where everyone would be. Benjamin just needed to get to the meeting room and from then on he would never be alone, ever again.

[Narrator] : When Benjamin came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.



Benjamin's eyes stared at the empty desks, the working computers, the beautiful sun shining through the windows. Everything was left lying around as if a fire alarm just went off, but Benjamin knew for a fact that he didn't hear any alarm like that while he had been playing his game. A meeting. It had to be a meeting that he missed. Hurrying on his way, he passed locked door after locked door, until finally arriving at the twin doors.

He glanced at the two paths and froze up for a second. Hang on...which way was it, again? He had only been in this office for a week, so he didn't...wait, a week? Nonesense, he had been an employee at this office for years! ...right? Right! He was! And he knew that for a fact, since the meeting room was definitely on the left.

And so that's where he went.



*Confused about his memories and the situation alike, Benjamin ventured deeper into the building, each and every door he found remaining unlocked apart from the ones leading him to his destination. He quickly skipped the old Broom Closet (which he would've sworn was AFTER the meeting room, not that it mattered at the moment) and he set foot in the meeting room.*

[Narrator] : Yet there was not a single person here either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Benjamin decided to go up to his boss's office, hoping he might find an answer there.

*Dimly lit, with its large table splitting the workspace in two, the Meeting Room was like it's always been in all of Benjamin's "years" of employment : a huge mess. The large whiteboard put on the wall was covered in graphs and maths, yet Benjamin would notice a smaller inscription in a different color : "Don't drink the water !!!". There were a couple blue, spherical pills on the table, and unless Benjamin stopped to investigate the room, he would come to the only logical conclusion, which was to head to his Boss's Office in order to solve the mystery.*

[Narrator] : When Benjamin came up to a staircase, he walked upstairs to his Boss's Office.



Despite feeling a mild tinge of interest about the broom closet, Benjamin skipped it and went right into the meeting room, looking around only to find a large mess and not much else. He scratched his head with curiosity, looking around in silence. This was definitely getting weirder and weirder by the minute. Where was everyone? Usually, if this was a day off, there would at least be a few janitors going around to clean up the mess, right? After noting the inscription, he shook his head and continued on his way.

Soon, he was met with the fabled staircase that many poor employees had to climb to meet face to face with their boss. Sighing, he climbed the stairs. He was hoping he would be getting paid from all of this.



*An impressive, immediate change took place in terms of ambiance as Benjamin got into the hallway that lead to his manager's office. The immense, impressive wooden walls were covered in red tapestries, the fancy carpet felt nice and fluffy as he set foot on it, and fancy paintings were all over the place. On his left, there was an "Executive Bathroom", which, would he try, he'd fail to get into, and to his right, a set of two big double-doors, one leading into the part of the building he just came from, just as unlockable, and another, the actual entrance to his Boss's room. That was the way to go.*

[Narrator] : Stepping into his manager's office, Benjamin was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. Shocked, unraveled, Benjamin wondered in disbelief who orchestrated this. What dark secret was being held from him? What he could not have known was that the keypad behind the boss's desk guarded the terrible truth that his boss had been keeping from him. And so the boss had assigned it an extra secret PIN Number. 2845. But of course, Benjamin couldn't possibly have known this.

*The fantastically big, majestic office just made Benjamin feel small and irrelevant. A wealth of bookshelves adorned the equally immense walls, gigantic windows let sunshine bathe the otherwise gloomy room, and a massive, dark wood desk throned in front of the Gecko, said keypad standing for attention on the wall behind it. However, the cozy, high-class office chair was empty. As he ventured in the room, Benjamin's nostrils got flooded with a powerful, numbing, warm, obscene scent : it would take him a couple seconds to realize that some must've gotten off big time around here right before his arrival, as it felt like the chair just oozed with an intoxicating, musky fragrance of cum and sweat.*



Benjamin's eyes looked over the elegant, if somewhat gloomy atmosphere of the Executive's office. He hasn't been in this room in years, when he was first hired to work at this company. As he walked towards the double doors, he spotted the secretary's desk, as empty as the ones downstairs, and then, in his boss' office, he found it as empty as the secretary's desk outside. This completely stunned Benjamin. Where was everyone? No secretaries, no bosses, no workers, no janitors, no security? He had gotten into the office this morning just as easily as he had done every single other day of the year...why, then, was he alone? "Alright. Very funny, everyone. You can all come out now." He said with a groan, stepping towards the elegant desk made of solid oak.

And that's when his sensitive nose picked up that lewd scent. He glanced over at his boss' chair as a blush grew ever gently over his face. He could smell the smell of sweat and the smell of cum coming from that chair, and he could swear he saw a slightly darker spot in the middle of that chair. He cleared his throat and tried not to think of his boss blowing a big load...probably into the secretary's mouth. But, hey, if they were both consenting, it was fine, right? After all, his boss was wealthy. He owned the place, and this office made him lots of money doing...uh...wait. What DID this office do? What were they making? What happened every time he pressed those buttons on his keyboard? And...and for some strange reason, his eyes were now glued to a keypad, on the nearby wall. He never noticed that keypad before...is it for a safe?

Benjamin stepped forward, scratching his head some more. Every step he had taken this morning only led to more mysteries and questions. He didn't know the passcode for this keypad...and yet...a strange feeling grew over him...as if a voice, narrating his every step, was speaking in his mind, and telling him the code. Temptively, he reached his hand forward and pressed four buttons.

Two. Eight. Four. Five.



*As Benjamin gazed at the chair, the surface of it radiating waves of the warm, assertive cum aroma, he realized big yellow letters were painted on it in a flashy font, reading : "THE BOSS ENDING". Acknowledging that gave him the strange, mighty compulsion to drop everything and grind his face over the chair, and to lose himself to the powerful, musky scent. He could feel like his briefs started to lack breathing room, and a warm, sticky sensation on the tip of his manhood. However, his attention was quickly drawn back to the keypad. Giving in to what seemed like an impulse, he entered the code.*

[Narrator] : Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Benjamin happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing. He stepped into the newly opened passageway.

*Just like that, gruesome steel curtains slowly descended upon the windows, hiding the sun from Benjamin while at his right, the fireplace sunk into the ground, a giant, metallic door opening in what seemed like an inconspicuous wall. It seemed to lead into an underground facility of some sort, old, half-working neons bathing it in a failing light. Would Benjamin venture into the complex, sometimes having to rely on his touch only to guide himself in the darkest parts of the abandoned place, he'd come across an ancient elevator with a big red button on it.*



After Benjamin entered the code, his eyes darted back to the chair, the scent seeming to become stronger and stronger with each second. He tried to remember how his boss looked like...but, strangely, his mind ran a blank. Still, he took deep sniffs of that musky stench, feeling himself grow a bit between the legs. That was the smell of a real man...a powerful man...lewd thoughts came into the gecko's mind, mostly ones of envy toward the secretary. His gaze was only broken when he noticed the wall open up.

He took a few steps towards the opening when he stopped, his breathing becoming shaky. What was going on? The scent...it was intoxicating...he could barely move forward...it was as if something was holding him back. He glanced back at the chair, seeing the darkened spots of sweat, cum and musk. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, trying to concentrate, to move forward...but when he opened his eyes again, he noticed he had walked towards the chair. His mind was going blank. He took another deep sniff, his nose filling with the scent...

And then he almost tackled that chair. He couldn't help himself. He kneeled in front of the seat, his nose right against the spots, taking deep, loving sniffs, rubbing his cheeks against the sweaty regions. He was like an animal...he couldn't contain himself, unzipping his pants and grabbing his throbbing erection, jerking himself off as he kept sniffing and rubbing his face into his boss' mess. His tongue even went out to lap at it, as if trying to taste the cum that had spilled there.



[Narrator] : Benjamin went backwards, fascinated by his manager's office's décor and style. He just wanted to give it a last look before moving on...to...

[Narrator] Benjamin ? What's going on, are you alright ? ...where are you going ? The story's the other way, you know !

*Every step forward infused Benjamin's mind with lewd, dominant flashes of obscene scenery and a compulsion to submit and obey. Showered in pheromones by the overflowing, greasy odor of cum and manhood, he soon found himself sweaty and burning hot, his body releasing a potent, lewd perfume on his own. As he pressed his head shamelessly into the moist fabric, every deep, desperate whiff he took obliterated his sense of smell with a wave of pure, soul-crushingly powerful musk. He quickly came to an orgasm so shatteringly powerful it wrecked any remnant of coherence that was left within him. He forgot everything. He couldn't focus on a single word of the Narrator's lament at this point, even though he kept going this whole time. He was nothing but a cum-slave. Nothing mattered but surrendering to the overpowering, mind-breaking musk. He w-*

[LOADING]

[Narrator] : All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean ? Benjamin decided to go to the meeting room. Perhaps he had simply missed a memo.

*Benjamin was back to the start. His memories of what happened turned a little bit hazy near the end, getting especially clouded as he went back into his Boss's Office, hypnotized by the chair's virile aura, yet he still recalled fairly well what he just went through. The mere recollection made his shaft throb in lewdness and, as he felt his member's tip lubricate itself once again, he realized that his clothes were back on : as if absolutely nothing happened, he just found himself back to the beginning of his journey.
Actually, there WAS a small difference : the brutal transition left him so confused he just now realized he's had a sheet of paper in his hand this whole time. He recognized his manager's refined handwriting at first sight :

"Good morning, Mr. Knight. Could you be at my office for 2 : PM ?"

A quick look to the cubicle's big clock informed Benjamin that he was very exactly seven minutes away from that !"



Benjamin's hands kept stroking himself off, grunting and whimpering as his nose kept grinding and sniffing the musky stench of that chair. He couldn't contain himself. Even after his mind blowing orgasm, his hands kept stroking his cock, wheezing in pleasure. Only the owner of this stench could pull him away, and, since the boss was nowhere to be seen, he was going to keep sniffing and masturbating to the musk of that chair until-

He blinked, suddenly staring at his computer screen, located a floor below his boss' office. What...happened? For a brief moment, all he could remember was...his boss' chair, and how...how amazing it had been. A faint lingering scent was still in his nostrils, one that was making him...incredibly horny. He looked down at the bulge of his pants...before noticing the paper he was holding between his fingers. The boss' office? 2 PM? He glanced at the clock. It was almost time. He couldn't tell why, exactly, but a sudden feeling of intense need overcame his body.

He got up and made a beeline for his boss' office. He didn't even notice the absence of his coworkers, or the strange situation he was in. All he was focused on was getting to that office. Down the hallways, through the left door, passed the broom closet, through the conference room, and up the stairs...before he knew it, he was in front of the double doors of his manager's office. He almost barged himself in there...before his mind got the better of him, and, instead, he simply knocked.



*Benjamin stormed through the building, the Narrator himself struggling to keep the pace as he bursted through the left door, ignored the meeting room and rushed upstairs. He barely noticed that the water-cooler disappeared somehow, as well as the door sealed with wooden planks he noticed before. None of the spherical, blue pills that were scattered on the conference room's table were on display either. And he barely took notice of the fact that the path downstairs wasn't even existing anymore ! As he politely knocked on the classy, dark brown wooden door, he heard a deep, fatherly voice rising from the bottom of the room*

"Come in !"

[Narrator] : Stepping into the office, Benjamin was once again stunned to discover not an indic- wait, what is HE doing here ? He's not supposed to BE in this game !

*And indeed, as Benjamin set foot in his manager's office, the very first thing he noticed was that there ACTUALLY was someone on the chair, now ! Of course, he's never been actually in presence of his boss, the first and only time he could've met him was the day he arrived here, and since his employer was on family break for the week's duration, the secretary only showed him around quickly before moving on. Benjamin spent a couple weeks wondering about this whole episode, as it just felt strange and goofy, but eventually, he just let it go.
Behind the desk sat an incredibly handsome anthro wolf, bearing a charismatic, welcoming smile behind black, high-end glasses. The pitch-black, assertive, beautiful eyes stared at Benjamin, back comfortably put against the chair, one of the manager's strong hand under his chin. He stood up after a couple seconds, his broad, manly figure towering over the Gecko's as he came closer : that's about when Benjamin came to a surprising conclusion : this guy was almost naked !

The reason it didn't occur to him sooner was that it simply...wasn't so shocking. The Wolf's body was covered in ravenish, dark fur. He pointed at himself with a sorry smile, speaking in a low-pitched, laid-back voice. : "Sorry about that ! The fur...I'm sure you understand. Please let me know if that bothers you, I'll go get a robe, or pants, or something." The Wolf caught up to Benjamin eventually and offered his hand to shake. While he approached, the Gecko caught whiffs of a powerful, intense bodily scent : while all his Boss wore were black, noticeably packed briefs, and despite the fact that he didn't seem sweaty or bothered by the heat, a strong, masculine musk radiated off the Wolf's body, making Benjamin feel like warm, sensual waves of beastly dominance engulfed his nostrils, showering him in hormones.*

"Nice to see you, Mr. Knight. Please get yourself comfortable, do you want a drink or something ?"



Benjamin took a deep breath and opened the door to his boss' office, slowly stepping inside with his heart threatening to rip itself out of his chest when he saw the powerful older wolf staring at him with a dominant gaze and a charming smile. His knees threatened to buckle against himself as his business casual clothes began to feel hot and stuffy. He felt as if the wolf was piercing him with his stare, and he froze up as he saw his boss' state of undress. It made it harder and harder to keep his cool. He didn't know why he was being summoned, but he knew that he had to be on his best behavior...and hide his lust as best as he could.

Which proved to be quite hard when the wolf stood up, showing that he was only wearing half of his business suit, and that the only thing stopping the gecko from seeing that...big...throbbing...meaty...manly shaft was a pair of briefs. "O-oh...oh, no, it's quite alright, don't worry about it, sir." he said with a blush, trying not to stare as he smiled at the wolf. He raised his hand and met the older male's grip to shake. At this distance, Benjamin's sensitive nose picked up everything, and a noticeable bulge was present in his pants, one the gecko tried his best to hide. He would love nothing more than to shove his nose into his boss' musky briefs and sniff them until the end of time itself...but he didn't want to get fired, and much less arrested.

"Uh...j-just a glass of water will be fine, thank you..." he says, walking to a nearby seat and sitting down on it, crossing his legs to hide his erection.



*Benjamin's manager's hand felt reassuringly strong and warm against his palm. His Boss tapped his shoulder with a friendly smile, nodding in agreement as the Gecko reassured him on his minimalistic fashion style. The Wolf's assertive, full-of-intelligence gaze only left Benjamin's own eyes as he went to to grab a seat, seemingly unconcerned by his employee's state of arousal. A resting, delicious form was clearly visible in the manager's underwear, as Benjamin could tell through his involuntary glances.*

"Oh, sure ! Just let me grab the bottle, it's right behind you !"

*said the Manager, his comforting, masculine tone rolling in Benjamin's ears. By an unfortunate twist of fate, it seemed the only water bottle -albeit, a finely designed, glass one- stood on the shelf behind the Gecko. He very naturally proceeded to close the distance and, a couple glasses standing around the bottle as well, to pour his visitor a drink. As he kept talking in a nonchalant, laid-back fashion, Benjamin's face ended-up almost pressed against his manager's crotch for the time being. As he bathed into his employer's musk, he could feel the air get moist, warm, almost greasy around his head while the mind-melting scent overfilled his nostrils. For the ten seconds it took to fill his glass, he could almost fill the taste of his cum-scented balls on his lips and tongue, and see every detail of the meaty, bulging form that was held captive in the fragrant underwear. Then the Wolf backed up and lend Benjamin his drink with a fatherly smile.*

"You've been doing excellent work here for as long as I can remember, Mr. Knight. You've always been spot on with any task you've been assigned so far and you never minded going the extra-mile for the Enterprise. I'd like for you to become my personal secretary. If you're interested, of course ! Don't give me an answer now, take some time to...think about it. We'll get you on trial for the job if that's a yes. Otherwise, you'll be going back to your activity with a well-deserved raise !"

*The Wolf chuckled and winked at Benjamin, keeping talking as he went to the keypad behind his desk and typed the code.*

"I'd like for you to see something. It's gonna be our little secret, as normal employees don't...get access to this kind of information. You've proved your worth, though, and I'd like to share that secret with you."

*As he finished entering the digits, Benjamin would see an immense steel curtain descend upon the giant windows, and the fireplace sink into the ground, leaving way for a large, metallic door. It seemed to lead to some sort of abandoned, underground facility.*

[Narrator] : *febrile noise of pages getting turned and files being read all over the place, along muffled, annoyed comments.* The...the building wasn't empty after all ! For sure, Benjamin's Boss would be able to explain what was going on. The duo ventured deeper into the building !



Benjamin sat at the chair just as his Manager told him where the only water bottle in the entire room was located. Before he could offer to get up and pour themselves a glass each, the wolf came up and reached for them. And, for ten long, agonizing seconds, the older male's large, musky, delicious crotch was almost rubbing itself against his face, with only a thin layer of fabric stopping him from being nude from the waist down. The gecko's face was now a dark shade of red, and his erection was almost threatening to rip apart his clothes. He had to resist every urge in his body not to shove his face right into his employer's bulge right there and then. The scent was intoxicating, the male's crotch so close he could almost taste it. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down, but even then, the stench was overpowering.

The gecko nearly gasped out a breath of fresh air when his boss stepped back, and he took the glass being handed to him with a slightly shaky hand and downed the entire thing in one gulp. When the boss offered him to become his personal secretary, he immediately blurted out "YES!" A few seconds of awkward silence passed before he cleared his throat. "I-I mean...I...thank you, sir, for your kind words. And I would be honored to be your secretary." And suck his fat wolf cock under his desk on demand, but he didn't add that last thought in his sentence.

Then, with a blink, Benjamin saw the wolf go to the keypad and enter a passcode. 2845. Wait...how did he know the passcode? ...well, it didn't matter. All he saw was the strange door opening up for the two of them. This, of course, only made the gecko more and more curious, and he stood up and followed his boss into the strange underground facility.



"There, follow me. Careful not to trip !"

*The Wolf surrounded Benjamin's shoulder with his muscular right arm, his toned build clearly perceivable behind the fluffy, warm fur. The Gecko bathed in the intense, dominant bodily scent as he felt the fur gently rubbing on his neck, his manager sternly, yet carefully leading him through a couple minutes of walking, sometimes in utter darkness when the neon covering the area had passed away. Benjamin's left arm rubbed against the broad, sculptural, yet surprisingly soft and comfortable torso, and he could feel the intense warmth of the wolf's armpit against his shoulder. His hand would unavoidably caress and accidentally touch his hips.*

"You see, Benjamin, now that you're part of the team, I can tell you about this : there IS a reason for your co-worker's disappearance. You're probably thinking of some kind of big secret, shrouded in mystery. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the building is just in maintenance", the Wolf chuckled, giving him another fatherly wink. - "I'm sorry in advance if this feels a little...tight, this old thing was meant for individual transportation."

*The duo soon arrived to an ancient elevator, with a big red button and not much space for two people. As they somehow got into it, the Wolf bearing the sorry smile Benjamin saw before, their bodies just ended-up pressed against one another. The Gecko's face was buried in fur, the musky, intense scent filling his nostrils and the taste of his boss's virile figure covering his mouth once again. He could just feel how warm and tender the Wolf's skin was against his face. A spectacularly hot and meaty thing pressed against his tummy, almost rubbing against it as well. Would his manager notice the raging hard-on in his employee's pants, he made no commentary about it.*

[Narrator] : Descending deeper into the building, Benjamin realized he felt a bit peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in his chest, as though he felt more free to think for himself, to question the nature of his job. Why did he feel this now, when for years it had never occurred to him? This question would not go unanswered for long.

"Phew...my apologies, again. That felt claustrophobic."

*With a pat on the shoulder, the Wolf lead him out of the elevator cage. They were deep into the underground facility now, and venturing towards a large opening, bearing towering letters.*

[Narrator] : Benjamin walked straight ahead through the large door that read Mind Control Facility.



Benjamin felt stranger and stranger as he was guided along by his boss into an area of the building clearly meant for people in the know only. Each step the two of them took brought more and more questions into the gecko's mind, and he could feel the big wolf's strong, hot body rubbing against his own, making it harder and harder to hide his raging erection. Soon, however, he was brought into a cramped elevator, and he began his descent with his boss.

If having the boss' crotch in his face for ten seconds was torture, this was Hell itself. He spent nearly a minute on a cramped elevator, going deeper down than any other employee, deep into the earth. And he was stuck against the musky wolf, almost hugging his boss' form. Each breath he took was filled with the raw smell and taste of this wolf, and it took Benjamin all of his self control not to bury his face into his boss or beg the wolf to have sex with him right there and then. He closed his eyes, bitting his lower lip, as he tried to keep a cool face. When the elevator finally stopped, the two of them barged out, and Benjamin gave another gasp. Had the elevator been a bit longer, he might have snapped.

Finally, the two walked forward, until Benjamin's eyes noticed the large, bold letters. "Mind control facility, sir?" He asked, his head still swimming a bit from the ride down. This raised more questions. Were the employees at this office being mind controlled? Was HE being mind controlled? And...what did the wolf mean, when he said that the building was in maintenance? He didn't see any construction workers in the halls...and if the office was closed due to maintenance, why was he allowed into the building?

Only his boss knew the answers, so the gecko had no choice but to follow and obey.



A powerful, big, commanding, yet gentle hand lightly pressed against Benjamin's shoulder, his boss guided him into the sporadically lit tunnel. As they went under the giant "Mind Control Facility" sign, the Gecko, would he pay close attention, could notice an alternate path on his left. The branching route, however, quickly disappeared as the duo entered darkness once again.
Benjamin could tell by the floor's texture and clanky, sharp sounds that they came to some sort of metallic bridge. The wolf strengthened his grasp and kept his newfound secretary closer to him as he confidently progressed in the pitch black area, sparing him the trouble to watch his step, his warm, fragrant fur and muscular arm rubbing against his neck and shoulders. A cold breeze ran through the gecko's legs, the echoing sounds of their steps hinting at some sort of large cavern. They quickly marched to some sort of round platform.

This time, ironically, Benjamin's boss was the one pressing a button.

[Narrator] : The lights rose on an enormous room packed with television screens. What horrible secret does this place hold, Stanley thought to himself. Did he have the strength to find out? ...wait, did I say "Stanley" ? Benjamin. I meant Benjamin. Benjamin and his Boss. *faint noises of pages being turned and muffled, annoyed comments being made*

"Benjamin", the wolf almost whispered in the dead silence, his deep, assertive tone of voice filling the air the same way his powerful, warm scent did, "Please take those briefs off for me, will you ? I'm afraid I have to keep this button pressed a little bit until the power fully comes back. Those are real uncomfortable in a fresher atmosphere, as odd as it sounds !"

And indeed, he kept his clenched fist against the large, round, white button conveniently placed in the middle of the platform, slightly backing away to enable the Gecko to fulfill his command, seemingly unconcerned at how weird, embarrassing or unusual his request may appear, his generously packed underwear bearing a massive, almost hypnotically suggestive form, even at rest. While temperature would already shift from mildly cold to comfortably hot near the wolf, his toned hips, pleasantly round buttocks and overall crotch area let out raw male-scented, pheromones-packed heat waves. The briefs were hanging daringly low, the stretchy fabric outlining his hips, underlining his temptingly soft, fluffy and yet athletic belly and lower waist.



Question after question arose in Benjamin's mind as he kept walking forward, his boss guiding him in the darkness, clearly having been down here many times before. He just managed to get a small glimpse of the other branching route before being guided out onto the bridge, and then the platform. Benjamin was almost hugging his nearly naked boss, and felt overdressed, in his work pants and white button up shirt. As they approached the platform, the gecko began to have ideas of undressing himself, hoping the older DILF wolf would see his curvy form and decide to rail him right there and then...but he didn't know how to bring up an excuse to take his clothes off that didn't seem incredibly obvious. After all, for all he knew, Benjamin's boss might have been completely oblivious to how he was making his employee feel...or knew full well, and the gecko was too modest to take the incredibly sexual advances for what they were.

The wolf's words might have been a whisper, but Benjamin was so concentrated that the words came out as clear as if he had shouted them. The request he was given nearly made the young man have a heat stroke from the intense blush on his face, especially when his boss backed away to give his employee plenty of room. Gulping softly, he stepped forward, shaking with each step, before kneeling behind his boss. Those nervous hands slowly reached the mildly damp from sweat underwear, before slowly pulling them down. The hips, the cheeks, and down the legs...and Benjamin looked up. He was now staring directly at the older man's tight anus, still a bit wet from the sweat. Below that was the biggest pair of balls the gecko had ever seen, hanging down low and absolutely brimming with fresh cum.

Benjamin was suddenly back in the office upstairs, his face poking up through a hole at the bottom of the Executive's chair. His boss, still completely nude, waved his tight ass above his head before slooowly sitting down on his chair, making sure his pucker was right against the boy's lips. "Benjamin...please clean me of any sweat I might have down there, will you?" the wolf said. "Y-yes, sir..." the gecko replied, as his tongue came out and he began to tenderly lick and rim his boss, tasting that delicious pucker and smelling that powerful manly smell. "Good boy." said the wolf, easing himself more onto his employees' face. "And when you're done, you'll join me for a meeting with a few potential clients...I'm sure you'll find a way to keep them...entertained, won't you?" "Y-yes, sir..." "Good...now slip your tongue in. I want my ass cleaned before the meeting!"

Benjamin had to physically stop himself from leaning forward. He was back down into the strange room, kneeled behind his employer, staring at that pucker. That daydream...it had been so vivid, so lifelike...and yet, none of it happened. Quickly, he got back up, straightening himself...while he was sporting the hardest erection of his life in his own pants.



The Wolf very nonchalantly stood there, eyes hovering from a screen to another and back and forth with his hand, patiently waiting for Benjamin to lend him a hand and for the power to come back. To the young man's intense blush, he responded with a playful wink, which could've just very well been a kind attempt at comforting a flustered employee in an awkward situation.
Benjamin's Boss's skin felt silky smooth against his fingers, carrying an anticlimactic feeling of tenderness and smoothness, despite the underlining musculature and athletic build. The dark fur engulfed the Gecko's palms in warm, lightly sweaty heaven, gently rubbing against his own skin and carrying the Wolf's intense, soothing bodily weight.

While his fur was a bit more plentiful in the chest area, Benjamin's Boss worn it relatively short on his hips, tummy, ass and thighs : the Gecko couldn't avoid the side of his thumbs or the inner part of his palm pressing against the bigger male's cheeks at some point unless he spent entire minutes fiddling around with the cock-scented briefs, and he would not only feel, but very well see how his touch sunk into the supple flesh, giving him an intensely pleasant groping sensation, leaving him wondering how soft they'd feel if he started fondling them with both hands. Despite that, the Wolf's tone build carried a feeling of strength and animal superiority, reeking of manliness. Benjamin couldn't help but notice just how strong, how tantalizing the cum, sweat and balls scent from the briefs was, almost oozing from the underwear.

So far, so good. The smell was as powerful and intoxicating as ever, but as well as the sight, it could've went just fine if the Gecko didn't look up. The second he raised his head, the lascivious sight of his employer's entirely naked ass, literally close enough to feel the warmth of his temptingly available, delightful pucker and masculine, yet delicious cheeks engulfing his face, combined with a devastatingly powerful whiff of a scent so strong, so dominant, so abusively manly it almost obliterated his will. As he bathed in the luring, brain-crushing musk, intensely, voluptuously, helplessly surrounded in overpowering pheromones, the Wolf's ungodly, primal fragrance shattering his grasp on reality, sending waves of sheer, raw dominance to his very core, overfilling him with a deep, barely controllable lust to submit, worship and obey, the Gecko spent an amount of time he couldn't measure experiencing an incredibly realistic daydream, when in reality, he literally was just sniffing and ogling at his employer's ass, balls and crotch.

Benjamin barely realized as he went back to his senses in extremis that his face leaned noticeably closer, his nose and lips almost touching the Wolf's crack at this point. As he jolted back up, he could see that his Boss looked at him with a hint of concern.

"Say, I was gonna ask if you were alright down there, you just...blanked out for a moment. Maybe it's hotter than I realize in here, I struggle to realize sometimes with the fur...hey, please take some clothing off if it's uncomfortable, if I don't bother, why should you ? Oh, and...um...you maybe want to wipe yourself there..."

Benjamin's Boss pointed at his employee's chin with a comprehensive smile, which would notice roughly at the same time his lovely face was adorned with a trail of saliva. The Wolf could now freely and comfortably bear his massive endowment, the large, overfilled balls gently hanging, big and round, and the large shaft resting against them. While impressive at rest, meaty, heavy and dark, it wasn't humongous to the point where Benjamin couldn't probably suck on it for hours and bounce against it anyway...while such impure thoughts would never cross the Gecko's head, of course.

The Wolf took his time to move to the following platform, waiting for Benjamin if necessary, at which point he came to another giant, white button and repeated his maneuver. As he did, the screens progressively switched from static to images of rooms, some empty, some, fewer, with people in them. If the Gecko paid close attention to the flickering images, he'd notice most of the people had something odd about them. Some were standing there for attention, some were restrained by some kind of device, a couple looked relatively normal, and another couple ones seemed to be in some sort of cybernetic chamber ! And there was something terribly familiar about the whole thing...

"As you probably figured by now, darling...this is the surveillance room for our enterprise...and those are our offices."



Benjamin was panting, shaking, blushing a darker shade of red than he could ever imagine. He had never thought he could be this aroused over anyone before, and yet, there he was, barely able to contain himself over his handsome boss. The fur was so soft, the skin delightful to touch. The underwear were soaked with sweat and he wanted to bury his face into it. He wanted his boss so badly that only a fool couldn't notice the almost crazed lust in his eyes at that moment. He was on the verge of mentally breaking.

The moment his boss allowed him to take off his clothes, Benjamin practically ripped them off of his body. His work shirt, pants and shoes came off at record speed, and Benjamin was close to taking off his underwear, before he stopped himself. No...no, he shouldn't take off his underwear. Not yet, anyways. He wanted to tease the boss a bit, in the same way that he was teasing the gecko. Blushing and panting, the employer followed the employee, his bare feet hitting the cold floor of the bridge, before finally, all the television screens lit up.

This sudden discovery made the gecko's eyes widen, and made him temporarily forget about his stud of a boss. He gazed, from screen to screen, looking at the many screens, looking at the few employees still in the building with him. On one screen, he recognized his own office, exactly like he had left it moments ago. "Whoa...why all this surveillance?" Benjamin asked, his gaze - and lust - returning to the wolf.



Benjamin's boss joyfully chuckled at his employee's light speed undressing, playfully whispering an apologetic comment about how completely unaware he was of the temperature. His eyes covered the gecko's lovely figure, but he made no comment about it. They walked to the third and last platform and another, swift button press caused an elevator similar to the first one -just looking at it almost sent Benjamin in a lewd, male-scented flashback, making him feel his nose and lips pressed against the wolf's broad chest- and even smaller at that !

"I hope you're not too fed up with those rides, that's the last one to go..." He said in a compassionate tone, entering the elevator cage first, his bare back hugging the metallic structure in order to help Benjamin fit in.
In order for the two of them to wedge into the tiny space, the wolf had to keep one of his muscular arms lifted up. At least the Gecko wasn't face-planting in his employer's torso : he was almost glued to his armpit and shoulder this time !

"As you've understood" - The Wolf said, starting the Elevator's slow, screechy rising-, "The Mind Control Facility was originally designed to increase our worker's productivity. As opposed to slowly die of boredom in front of their desk, with an extremely stale job and career ahead of them, they would passionately accomplish a riveting, fulfilling task."
Almost as soon as his Boss started talking, Benjamin's nose was bludgeoned by a violently masculine scent, the sweaty, manly aroma flooding his nostrils and showering his face once again, every whiff storming his brain and clouding his mind, every sniff erasing his will and drowning him in the raw taste of the virile, athletic body, the swear-coated fur rubbing against his face, marking him with the smell of a stronger, more powerful, better man.
"As you can assume, the surveillance was put there to make sure there was no malfunction. For a long time, it went swimmingly well, but recently, we've been having very serious issues with the device, and we had to shut it down and have it go through maintenance for the time being. Harm was already done, though...many employees are now scattered around the offices and facility in...more or less good spots, let's stay. And there seems to be a lot of...uncanny things around the place, which I cannot fully explain."

The Wolf very quickly walked Benjamin through a large room filled with buttons and strange, futuristic devices, his strong hand against his shoulder leaving him little choice. Eventually, they arrived to an immense room, crossing a huge bridge. In the center of the bridge, there seemed to be a set of two buttons which felt like they were the focal point of the entire facility. Through the Wolf's rushing through the place, and even due to the sheer amount of information, it felt as though the last minutes passed by in an intense, chaotic blur. And now the two were in front of a big panel reading "MIND CONTROL DEVICE", and two flashy white buttons, ON and OFF.

"Now, I want you to...(the Wolf raised his hand) think long and hard...(the Wolf pressed his palm against Benjamin's face, covering his nose, mouth and chin in -surprise- seemed like somewhat wet fabric, and actually turned out to be his Boss's briefs...which he simply picked up and kept in his hand the whole time) of all the perks...(the Wolf grabbed Benjamin's hand and pressed it against the briefs, locking them against his face)...of being my personal secretary. "

Benjamin's boss walked to a convenient, nearby chair. Legs spread, his large, overfilled balls resting against his crotch, the round-shaped, soft, yet burning skin on obscene display, his towering, veiny, meaty shaft laying on his thigh, hands joined behind his head in a display of power, manliness and comfort, he simply waited for his employee to pick a choice, the way he was sitting highlighting the tempting girth of his cock, the dark texture of it, the way it slowly pulsed in shamelessly displayed lust and grew harder in deep, slow pulses before the gecko's eyes.

"Will you take the way out and decline my proposal ? Or will you come to the place I offer you (The Wolf put his open, welcoming hand on his left thigh -the one his dick wasn't throbbing on-, almost as if he was asking him to shove his face in his crotch and against his heavy, oily balls, brimming with semen) and help me put this business back on tracks, Benjamin ?"

And all the while, the intoxicating, sweat-soaked briefs, still warm from being in contact with the male's crotch, ass, balls and cock, still emanating a mind-melting, brutal cum scent, would be pressed against the Gecko's face and mouth unless he took them off his nose, bathing him in musk so vivid and powerful any layer of resistance he could have left would get utterly crushed by the sheer, primal need for submission and worship.



As the elevator rose to its final destination, the wolf began to explain this facility. However, all of his talk was falling on deaf ears. Benjamin, who, moments before, would've paid all the attention in the world, was now discreetly sniffing his boss' musky, sweaty armpit. His cock was throbbing and leaking pre in his boxers, and he hoped his boss wouldn't feel the gecko's bulge grinding against his thigh in this cramped elevator. When it finally opened up and the two stepped out, Benjamin was on the verge of mentally breaking. He was already halfway to pulling down his underwear and masturbating right there and then, but the wolf pulled him along with a fatherly arm.

The device they were approaching was intimidating, to say the least. It clearly controlled everything in this building, and the lives of countless employees, including his own...as he reached it, he stared at it silently, wondering if he was going to be asked to turn it on. Instead, what he got was a face full of boxer briefs, and the smell...if the chair earlier was mind breaking, this was mind decimating. After the wolf placed Benjamin's hand over those briefs, the gecko made no effort to hide his lust any longer. He took deep, almost hyperventilating sniffs of the boxers, only pushing air out of his lungs by moaning like a slut. And when he glanced back at his boss, the pose and the cock of his dreams was in full display.

Benjamin didn't even remember dropping to his knees, but in a second, he was kneeled before the wolf. He had literally ripped off his own underwear and was now rubbing his face into that musky crotch while being completely naked himself. "O-oh, God, sir...I'll do anything you ask...I'll be the best secretary you've ever had!" He moans