Story Post: Kalvin and Harvard Ch 5 Meeting the Staff

Well, I'm making progress on this whole catching up thing. Four weeks of posting in a row even! I honestly hope you guys are enjoying this series, even though it is kinkier than most of what I write. Still, there will be some touching and romantic scenes in this series. Just you wait!

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Kalvin and Harvard Chapter 5 Meeting the Staff

Story Post for March, 2017 (catchup)

Coauthor: Ajax B. Coriander

Universe: Blackstone's Organization

Tags: NC, Slavery, Oral, Hyena, Kangaroo, Ram, Horse, Elephant

8,315 words

Artwork by Rwolf, featuring the character James.

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Kalvin is introduced to his fellow slaves in Harvard's service...

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Harvard was typing up an email to Dr. Dorian, thanking him for the excellent work he’d done on Kalvin’s upgrades, when his phone pinged. The notification tone told the badger that it was Simon sending him a message. Harvard glanced at his phone to see what the ram wanted, and raised his eyebrows at the text message.

Kalvin will be meeting the other slaves in the bar soon, if you want to watch live.

Really now, already? Harvard hadn’t expected that to happen until after he'd gotten home. He’d been looking forward to the show actually. Well, the badger wasn’t going to miss his newest prize being introduced to his other house slaves. The reactions of his other boys would tell Harvard a lot about how well Kalvin was going to fit into the house’s dynamic, and whether he needed to reorganize his house slaves to better accommodate his new prize possession.

The badger cleared his throat and he loosened his tie and belt, “Abs, bring up the video feed for the house bar.”

“Yes, Mr. Harvard.” Abs replied in his crisp, mechanical tones, and the large screen built into the wall of Harvard’s office came to life.

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Kalvin staggered through a short service hallway, his trapped erection bouncing in the jock strap he wore, and away from the kitchen and into a smoking lounge that was so large and well-appointed that it looked more like an upscale nightclub than something anyone would have in their home.

The hyena padded to a stop, staring around the big room in surprise. One wall of the room was dominated by a full service bar made of dark wood, and big enough that ten people could sit at the fancy, swept back barstools alone. They could even put their feet up on a real brass rail.

There was an impressive amount of booze behind that shiny bar top, and the wall the bar was set against was a huge mirror. There were tables and chairs scattered around the room where another twenty people, at least, could comfortably sit in expensive leather chairs, on sofas, or even play a round of pool at the full sized billiards table.

Across the middle of the room, there were five spots marked with X’s made from blue tape, spaced equally along the length of the bar. On the second spot from the hallway doors stood another slave, a young red kangaroo, and Kalvin did a double take upon seeing him.

"R-Robert?" Kalvin barked excitedly, and the younger male looked up sharply at him.

The kangaroo’s hard eyes meet Kalvin’s gaze, the hyena knew at once it wasn’t his old cell mate. This male’s face was thinner, his ears wider, and the red of his facial fur was darker. He was also younger than Robert, young enough to look like he wouldn’t be served a drink in a room like this. But mostly, it was the expression on the kangaroo’s face, filled with anger and resentment directed at him which told Kalvin he didn’t know this red kangaroo.

"S-Sorry, I... thought you were someone I knew." Kalvin mumbled lamely, and then hurriedly crossed the room to stand in the center spot, trying not to look to at the scantily clad kangaroo slave and failing.

And the kangaroo was definitely a fellow slave. He wore a black leather collar around his throat had the word “Slave” engraved in silver letters and like Kalvin wore only a pair of designer underwear. The kangaroo boy had a rough, bulked up look to him, with pectorals that stood out from his red fur and biceps that swelled, like he’d been aggressively putting on muscle mass recently. That made sense to Kalvin, since Harvard seemed to like slaves who had something worth flexing.

The kangaroo was also fairly well endowed, based on the bulge he made in the skimpy black mesh jockstrap he wore. The black mesh did little to conceal the shiny, high tech looking chastity cage that had been locked around the other boy's dick. The only other clothes the kangaroo wore were high quality dress shoes and black socks, which were probably meant to keep his feet safe as he did housekeeping, which judging by the scent of cleaning agents that lingered around him, was the kangaroo’s main task.

The two of them stood there looking sideways at each other, the kangaroo glaring at the floor as the hyena eyed the other slave warily, and totally unsure what he should do now. Should he introduce himself? That would be the polite thing to do, even if they were two nearly naked young men who had been turned into sex slaves for a crazy, power bottom badger.

No… Simon had said that the others were supposed to introduce themselves to him. If he went first, he might get in trouble for disobeying the strict ram, and Kalvin felt cold just thinking about doing that.

So Kalvin stood there, awkwardly trying to remain in the ‘attentive waiting for Master’ position Conrad had drilled into his head while not meeting the kangaroo’s glaring eyes in the big mirror. That was why the hyena began to notice that several… suspicious design choices had been made when setting up this private nightclub that told Kalvin it had been furnished by the same shadowy organization of men that had kidnapped him.

The tables for example were of an open, four legged design with high table tops. Kalvin had never seen tables like that in a nightclub and at first wondered why, until he saw that there discrete d-rings set into the floor beneath each table. Kalvin swallowed, imagining how a slave could be stationed underneath the tables, a leash clipped to the anchor point on the floor, their head kept at groin height to encourage them to service their betters.

The bar stools were a modern design with a back, but their seats were suspiciously crescent shaped, and Kalvin realized numbly that anyone sitting in them naked would have their butt cheeks spread and exposed, while their balls dangled freely over the front edge. Kalvin glanced down, and sure enough, there were d-rings cleverly built into the brass rail, so a slave could be stationed at each stool to relieve the bar occupants from the front, or to pleasure the sitter’s rump through the open chair backs. And it would be easy enough to tie a slave into the open backed bar stool so that their spread cheeks could be fucked by anyone who passed them by.

Kalvin looked up at the large, fancy mirror, trying not to imagine the kind of parties Master Harvard might throw in here, when he met the other slave’s eyes in the mirror. There was a long moment of silence between them, and Kalvin watched as the red kangaroo wrestled his emotions down and forced out, “I’m… Ethan.”

“I am Master Harvard’s slave, Kalvin,” the hyena replied, automatically giving the proper reply to identify himself as property, not a person. There weren’t any masters around to hear, but Abs had demonstrated the ability to hear Kalvin wherever he was in the house. Whether that was because the mansion was lined with microphones or because Harvard had put something directly into the hyena’s own body, Kalvin didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter. Kalvin would have bet good money they were being watched, even though he had no use for money anymore.

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The hyena was right of course; the screen in Harvard’s office was displaying a view of his home as if the badger were looking out from the large mirror behind the bar.

Harvard watched his two slaves, brow slowly furrowing. Ethan’s expression twitched into a brief, mocking smile at the hyena’s formal response before he returned to glowering at the hyena.

Kalvin continued to face the bar, unconsciously standing in the proper slave position of attentive waiting, but he kept glancing to the side at Ethan, who remained visibly angry at the larger boy.

The badger grumbled softly, watching his most rebellious slave fidget. Harvard had been worried about how Ethan would react once Kalvin actually arrived, given the change in the kangaroo's station in the house, and the badger's concerns were proving true. The kangaroo was definitely sizing Kalvin up for a fight, his jaw working as if he wanted to shout something at the bigger male, but knew he shouldn’t.

Something would have to be done, Harvard mused, picking up his phone and texting Philip. Before he could send the message though, one of the double doors to the hallway opened, and two more of Harvard's servants entered the room.

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Kalvin looked around as two more his fellow slaves as they entered the bar. At least, the collars around their necks said they were slaves. The two newcomers had the same black leather and silver lettered collars that he and Ethan wore, but unlike Ethan and Kalvin, these two were fully clothed.

The first slave through the door was a slender built red fox, an older male who looked to be about Harvard’s age, somewhere in his early-forties. He was dressed in tailored dark grey vest, a pressed white shirt, and grey slacks. All of which complimented his bright red fur and creamy white neck ruff, and made his bright blue eyes stand out. He stopped at the first spot in the lineup on the other side of Ethan and gave Kalvin, and his bulging jock strap, a thoughtful look.

The other slave was much younger and taller than the fox, a long legged chestnut mare whose bosom was practically busting out of the lacy maids outfit she wore. The filly wore a comically cliché French maids outfit, complete with a skimpy black skirt edged in white lace, a garter belt to hold up her socks, and even had a feather duster tucked in the thin belt she wore. She whickered and batted her eyes when she saw Kalvin looking at her bosum, and made a point of skipping past the hyena’s front so she could admire his bulging jock strap on her way towards the far end of the line. The filly even swished her long, brushed out tail over Kalvin’s dick as she went past, which made the hyena gasp softly. She stopped, giggling, at the farthest spot in line, leaving a space between herself and Kalvin.

“Natasha, be nice,” the fox admonished the horse as he walked past Ethan, whose glare at Kalvin had intensified. The fox stopped in front of the hyena and reached out a paw. Kalvin blinked at it numbly, glancing about for a moment, before breaking posture and shaking the fox’s paw.

“Hello Kalvin. I’m James Holland,” and the older fox smiled as he introduced himself. “I was Harvard’s second personal slave, but I now serve as his secretary. I know you haven’t had time to adjust to the house yet, but you should know you’ve made Harvard happier than I’ve seen him in years.”

The hyena’s ears perked a little and he turned his head to look at the fox more fully, “Really?” Kalvin asked in surprise. Now that he was looking at James fully, he could see that his 'pants' weren't slacks, but actually carefully tailored chaps, and had no groin or rump to them. Instead the fox was wearing underwear which matched the pants perfectly, while leaving a tantalizing view of his white inner thigh. There was also the outline of a cock cage under the expensive looking underwear.

“Yes," James said happily, "you’ve really added a real spark to his life these last few weeks.” The fox was smiling and patting Kalvin’s paw with his free hand as they shook, effectively drawing Kalvin’s attention away from his clothing.

“Weeks?” Kalvin said in confusion, and the fox’s ears dipped slightly in response.

“Yes, I know you only met him yesterday, but the Master has been following your progress intently throughout your training. He’s been looking forward to your arrival since the day Conrad told him that the Produuct he'd been searching for had become… available for service.” The fox dipped his ears even more as he used the same euphemism that many of the trainers had for being kidnapped and enslaved. “I’m sorry that your life as a free man has ended, but I’m very glad Master Harvard has finally found someone like you, and I’m especially glad that your first night together went so well.”

Kalvin looked at the slightly embarrassed older man, not sure what to say. The slender red fox had the authoritative air of a butler, a very kinky butler given his strange pants, but it was mixed with the meekness of a long term slave. Behind James, Kalvin could see the reflections of the other two slaves in the long mirror behind the bar watching them, and their reactions to what the fox had said were very interesting.

Ethan was getting angrier and angrier as James spoke about Harvard’s interest in Kalvin, his tail and ears drooping as he glared sidelong at the bigger hyena and his proud erection, while Natasha beamed and tossed her mane as if trying to get his attention. She was the tallest of the other slaves, only an inch or so shorted than Kalvin was thanks to her long slender legs, and she was definitely eyeing the hyena’s sweaty body, which only made Ethan more upset for some reason.

Kalvin looked back at the fox when James squeezed his paw tightly, fingers lightly rubbing his wrist, and caught the secretary eying the hyena’s muscled body and the bulging jock strap between them. The fox’s cheeks colored slightly when their eyes met, and he let go of Kalvin’s paw hurriedly. James apparently shared his master’s taste in men, because his eyes lingered on Kalvin’s pectorals. Then the fox sniffed lightly, and his face twisted a bit at the hyena’s scent, but he didn’t say anything. James was not displeased with the hyena’s scent, if the way his underwear jumped slightly was any indication.

The exchange still made Kalvin blush slightly. The hyena could smell the drying sweat on his fur, so he had to smell awful to the sensitive nosed fox. He’d used a gym towel throughout the day, trying his best to get the worst of the sweat out of his fur, but until he showered, there was no denying that he smelled rank of sweat and musk. Like a gym jock that had just spent the whole day pumping iron and jerking his dick.

Which was probably exactly what Master Harvard wanted him to smell like.

James met the hyena’s eyes, and the fox looked apologetic as he simply went back to stand in line on the other side of the kangaroo, who had taken up a more formal stance, trying to ignore his fellow slaves. Whatever Ethan was thinking, he didn’t want to meet Kalvin’s eyes.

“And I’m Natasha,” the horse said, batting her eyes and flicking her tail again as she took two steps closer, leaned over and reached out her hand to Kalvin. The hyena awkwardly reached out and took her hand as the horse bent her long legs to courtesy to him, flashing the lace garters she wore and showing off way to much cleavage for the hyena’s taste.

“Um, hello,” the hyena flicked on ear to the side, embarrassed by the silly way she was acting, as if she were flirting with him on the quad at school. Which was stupid, they were both slaves to an insane rich man, but her gaze was hungry when she looked at him. She held his paw for a long moment, and Kalvin felt like he should say something more. “I… uh, I didn’t expect… well, for Harvard to have any girls. As slaves I mean.”

“Well,” the pony said blushing, her tail flicking up to flash her panties at him as she cantered back into line, “you’re half right there, Kalvin.” And then she giggled exactly like all the girls at his college had when they’d hit on Kalvin, thinking a big stud like him would be eager for their attention.

“What?” Kalvin replied in confusion, and the horse’s lightly tan cheeks colored. She looked suddenly flustered, glancing past Kalvin towards Ethan, who was now blushing furiously and clenching his jaw. James gave a soft, but very audible sign, and Ethan glared at the fox. Kalvin just stared at the three of them in confusion.

James gave a soft cough, like a butler who wished to interrupt his betters, and straighten his vest. “Kalvin, the organization doesn’t enslave any real girls, just… boys who make good looking girls.”

Kalvin blinked at the fox, and when comprehension dawned, he glanced back at the long legged, busty colt who continued blushing, leaning forward so her low cut dress showed off her rack. “Really?”

Natasha reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it up coquettishly, revealing that the pair of silky panties she wore was absolutely bulging with horse cock. Natasha’s balls were barely contained by the skimpy underwear, and Kalvin could see the outline of her dick.

“Oh… wow,” the hyena stammered not really sure what to say.

“I know, it’s always a shock to someone new, thanks to my girlish nature.” The mare-boy giggled, tossing her carefully brushed mane as if to entice the hyena, but really to cover his embarrassment. His breasts bounced almost comically, and Kalvin was now sure that unlike her cock, they were fake. “I keep the house clean, along with Ethan, now that you’re here.”

Kalvin forced himself to smile, looking at each of the other slaves once before returning to the proper waiting position facing the bar and the large mirror, where, unbeknowst to them, their master watched.

The four slaves fell silent, all of them looking towards the bar, each of them falling into the attentive waiting position with more or less precision. Kalvin was the only one who truly held the slave pose with proper form, although James was close. The only thing he didn’t do was lift his tail; otherwise he stood in the same pose as Kalvin. Ethan was slumped in place, eyes trying to burn a hole in the ground, tail dragging on the tile and his ears flat. Natasha kept looking around and fidgeting, tossing her mane, adjusting her bra, and flicking her tail as if she were primping herself for a party. Kalvin winced each time she moved, thinking about what Conrad would have done to the colt turned filly if the German shepherd saw him fidgeting like that.

Kalvin looked over his fellow slaves in the mirror, trying to discern something about his new life by the way his fellow slaves acted. James seemed… content. He was dressed well, was obviously in good health from the shine to his fur, and looked unconcerned about what might happen next. Ethan was much less happy, although he too looked healthy and strong. He had the air of a young man who had been defeated about him, and acted as if something important had been taken from him. Perhaps the chastity cage was new? He didn’t seem afraid, but then Kalvin couldn’t help but think of the kangaroo as a rebellious teenager. Maybe he was that young. The hyena had no idea how old Ethan was, but he couldn't be older than Kalvin was as 24. Though, judging by the size of the chastity cage, the kangaroo had been well compensated by puberty at least.

Natasha seemed completely at ease. Hell, Kalvin was a little shocked that she was acting so casual. Harvard must not be much of a disciplinarian, if the horse was used to acting like this. She was also the only other slave whose cock was uncaged, and the way she moved told Kalvin that the horse’s cock was permanently 'dropped', and only her skimpy panties kept her from dangling below her skirt's hemline.

The only common feature they all shared was the black leather collars they wore, which all had the word “Slave” emblazoned across them in silver letters. Kalvin lifted his own chin a little and looked at the collar he wore in the mirror for a moment. He’d assumed the word “Master” on his collar had meant something like 'property of a Master Harvard', but if that were the case, then the other slave’s collars didn’t make sense. How could they be 'property of a slave'? Simon had said something about him being the ‘Alpha Slave’, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. It was just another one of those things Kalvin was going to have to figure out, hopefully before he got in trouble over it.

What finally began to worry Kalvin, as the four of them stood there at various stages of attention, was the space between Natasha and himself, which was obviously a spot for a fifth slave that was going unclaimed. There was even a little x mark taped on the floor. Perhaps it was set aside for the bull Kalvin had seen led away by Conrad the day before? Did that little x mean he was coming back? Or was there another slave who hadn’t arrived to introduce himself yet?

Before Kalvin could ask his fellow slaves about the missing bull, the double doors leading out into the hallway opened and the elephant guard Phillip padded into the room. The elephant’s broad ears flapped slowly as he pocketed a cell phone, like he had just gotten off a call. He walked along the line of slaves, passing behind them on his way to one of the large tables behind where Kalvin stood. His long trunk idly groped Ethan’s ass, causing the young man to tense, before Philip sat down, legs spread wide as he slouched in the fancy chair.

“What are all of you doing in here?” the elephant asked casually, and Kalvin’s eyes flicked to the bull elephant’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The guard’s eyes seemed to twinkle, as if he knew why they were here, but was going to enjoy having them tell him anyways.

None of the other slaves spoke, and Kalvin's gaze flicked between his fellow slaves in the big mirror. Natasha’s eyes were suddenly downcast and her posture straighter, and Ethan’s face was burning with shame, but he’d straightened up somewhat after the grope. James however was hastily trying to catch the hyena’s gaze in the mirror.

When the hyena looked at the fox, the older male hastily mouthed, “You answer!” to Kalvin, though he was careful not to actually turn his head to look over at Kalvin.

The hyena felt a twinge of fear, but stiffened his tail so he wouldn't betray anything as he replied, “Chef Simon sent me here so that my fellow slaves could introduce themselves, sir." Kalvin spoke in a clear but submissive voice, hoping that the elephant wouldn’t get angry about his delayed response. “How may we be of service to you, sir?”

Philip stood up again, his trunk swishing as he walked to stand beside Kalvin. The big elephant didn’t stand in the open space for the missing slave, but instead stepped into the limited space between Kalvin and Ethan, well into what would be consider the hyena's personal space if he weren't a slave. The big elephant's ears flapped once and he smirked as he looked up at the slightly taller hyena.

Philip was stand so close to Kalvin’s right side that the hyena’s fur prickled, but he kept himself from turning to look at the elephant, resolutely maintaining a proper posture. That meant Kalvin could only see the elephant properly by looking at the elephant’s reflection. This also let him see Ethan, who did not look happy about the guard being so close.

“Well now,” Philip said amiably, his face close enough to Kalvin’s shoulder that the hyena felt his breath on his fur. “That’s no way for an Alpha stud like you to talk, Kal. You're not just some cock warming kangaroo faggot here to service the staff."

Kalvin could see Ethan's reaction to those words in the mirror, and his face was a thunderstorm. The bull elephant's dark eyes stayed on Kalvin's face as he spoke, his expression hard and inscrutable, "You’re Harvard’s Alpha, Kal. You’re still a slave, but have a bit of respect for yourself," the elephant said in a jovial way, not even glancing at Ethan’s reflection in the mirror, who was becoming more and more visibly upset behind him.

The big hyena made no reply, refusing to rise to the bait the elephant dangled with a comment like that. Instead, he but did what he’d always done when a guard spoke to him. Kalvin kept his eyes forward, and made sure not to challenge the looming elephant with his eyes or body language in anyway. The lack of reaction seemed to put the elephant off somehow.

"Well, since we're making introductions, I should introduce myself properly, shouldn't I buddy?" The elephant unbuttoned his suit coat with his right hand, and Kalvin could just see out of the corner of his eye the elephant’s trunk pluck a cigar from his jacket breast pocket. As he did so, Kalvin caught a glimpse of the Taser pistol and handcuffs the elephant wore on his belt beneath his jacket. "I'm Philip Walker, Harvard's head of security. I'm sure you guessed that, since you're a smart boy." The elephant paused again for Kalvin to respond, but the hyena still felt it was safer not to say anything, and so he merely nodded once.

"I'm supposed to keep you faggots in line, but well... you're the Alpha. If you're smart, we'll end up being best friends, Stud. Assuming you're also a good boy. You want to be a good boy for Harvard, don't you Kal?" Philip asked, gesturing with his unlit cigar, the tip of which brushed across Kalvin’s pectoral.

"Yes sir," Kalvin said promptly, "I will be the best slave Master Harvard has ever had."

That made Philip’s eyes light up. "Good boy! Good boy, I knew you'd be a perfect fit here." The elephant said with such false cheer it made Kalvin worry, and the hyena suppressed a flinch as Philip slapped his shoulder from behind. "And call me Philip, Kal," the pachyderm said calmly, his left hand brushing down the hyena’s bare back to his rump, which he squeezed gently while fishing in a pocket with his free hand.

Standing so close to Kalvin’s right side like this, Philip could grope Kalvin’s ass with his left hand, while his right could reach across Kalvin’s front. He did that now, his right hand reaching up to tweak the hyena’s nipple once before proffering the lighter he now held to the hyena, saying, “Gimme a light, would yah Stud?" while gesturing with the cigar held in his trunk.

The casual fondling didn’t surprise Kalvin, not anymore, but being handed a lighter made him instantly wary. What was Philip doing? A quick glance at the mirror told Kalvin that none of his fellow slaves knew what was about to happen. Or, if they did, they had very good poker faces. The hyena nervously took the lighter from the guard, flicking it to life. Having fire so close to his naked hide, and right over his bare erection was... well, Kalvin was just glad that Ethan's hide had no scars or burn marks.

Philip’s eyes met Kalvin’s as he held the cigar to his lips with his right hand for Kalvin to light. The hyena held the flame up to the cigar tip, and had to suppress a flinch as the elephant’s trunk dipped down and casually slide into his jock strap. The elephant’s trunk curled around Kalvin’s hard cock, nearly tearing the jock strap Kalvin wore as the hyena lit his cigar.

Kalvin somehow kept his paw steady as the elephant began jerking him off, careful to keep the flame from touching the gray skin of the elephant’s trunk as he lit the security guard's cigar. It was surprisingly difficult to do so while the elephant’s soft, but strong, trunk stroked his dick in the pouch of his jock.

Philip took a few short puffs on the cigar to get the end glowing, and Kalvin felt the snuffling intake of air through the pachyderm's trunk, the tip of which was pressed to Kalvin’s sweaty balls. The elephant was snuffling up the scent of his cock while holding a mouthful of cigar smoke, which he blew out with a pleased huff. Philip began alternating between breathing in through his mouth and his trunk. The big elephant closed his eyes and flapped his ears as he basked in the smoky combination of a good cigar and the musky sweat of a post workout cock.

The pachyderm took the lighter back from Kalvin, making it disappear into his pants pockets as his continued slowly teasing the hyena’s erection with his dexterous trunk. Kalvin felt his fear and arousal rise as the pachyderm began focusing on the head of his dick. Philip's grasping trunk tip rubbed the flared head of the hyena's cock, smearing Kalvin's pre around as his trunk squeezed the hyena's shaft, milking a copious amount of pre from the now panting hyena. He began fondling the hyena’s butt with his left hand, coupling each puff on the cigar with a slow intake of Kalvin's musky, sweaty scent.

Kalvin had no idea what he was supposed to do. Philip gave no indication that he wanted Kalvin to do anything, the elephant just stood on his right side, rubbing Kalvin’s dick and breathing in an out, watching the hyena’s face carefully as he entertained himself with a mix of cigar and musk.

This went on for a long minute as the guard smoked, one hand rubbing Kalvin's rump, the other holding his cigar, as his trunk stroked the hyena's dick slowly. Sometimes the elephant blew hot smoke out through his nose across the hyena’s balls, which made Kalvin tense. Sometimes he focused on the cigar, taking long puffs and holding the smoke in his mouth before blowing it into Kalvin’s face. Or he’d focus on the hyena’s dick, rubbing vigorously and snuffling up the hyena’s sweaty musk with soft moans. Kalvin could feel the elephant’s erection rubbing against the side of his leg when he did this.

And the whole time, Philip’s lit cigar was right next to Kalvin’s shoulder, sometimes so close that the hyena could feel the heat from the tip on his fur. Kalvin licked his lips, his heart racing as his chest tightened and his body tensed. He was caught between the tingling pleasure of having his dick rubbed, and watching in fear the hot tip of the cigar as it hovered so close to his fur. The growing ash began to droop from the end of the cigar, threatening at any moment to fall right the stretched open jock strap and onto Kalvin’s dick as the pachyderm slowly jerked him off.

Then, just as quickly as the threatening molestation had begun, it was over. Kalvin breathed a sigh of relief when the elephant finally took the cigar out of his mouth and leaned over to tap the hot ash from the end into an cigarette tray on the bar, leaving the cigar behind to smolder there half-finished. The elephant’s trunk gave Kalvin’s dick an extra hard squeeze, the tip pressed to his balls as Philip breathed in deeply a final time, holding his breathe to savor the hyena’s musky scent.

Then the pachyderm shivered and trumpeted softly, shaking himself out of the pleasant haze smoking like that had put him in. “There’s a good lad. You have a fine scent after working out," Philip said smiling, patting the hyena's rump as his trunk let go of Kalvin’s dick, which bounced as Kalvin panted in relief. "I'll have to tell that silly computer Abs to schedule one of my smoke breaks with you each day so I can enjoy it again." The elephant gave the hyena's rump a firmer squeeze and then brushed off his grey hands, making sure there was no ash on them. "So, did this unruly bunch of faggots introduce themselves properly?”

“Yes, I know everyone’s names, sir," Kalvin said demurely, eyes not meeting the bull elephant’s gaze as he began to relax as Philip let go of his dick. His heart was still racing after the slow teasing and weird cigar play.

“Their names?” the elephant’s left arm slid around Kalvin’s shoulders, or at least, his arm went most of the way around the broad hyena’s back. Even though he was only slightly shorter than Kalvin was and was pretty strong himself, Philip's belly and shorter arms couldn’t fully reach across the hyena’s back. But as he grinned up at Kalvin, his trunk pulled the hyena’s jock down all the way, tucking it beneath the hyena's heavy balls, and making his massive erection swing back and forth in front of him. On the other side of the room, Natasha gave a soft gasp of surprise, and Kalvin was sure he heard James whimper a little. Ethan seemed to deflate when he saw Kalvin’s erection in its full glory.

The hyena slave stood stock still, hands down at his sides as the pachyderm’s trunk began milking his dick again, this time angling it downward so he began to leak pre copiously onto the polished floor. “Come now, you think that’s how a slave boy should greet a stud like you?” Philip asked, his trunk really working Kalvin’s shaft.

“I... I don’t know how they should...” the hyena stopped talking as Philip snapped his fingers, his large nails making a sound like a gunshot in the quiet room as he pointed back at Ethan, then at the floor at Kalvin’s feet.

“Ethan, on your knees. Greet your new Alpha properly."

Kalvin kept his gaze forward, but thanks to the mirror, he could see Ethan’s face as it colored with shame, anger briefly filling his features as he glared at Philip’s back. For a moment, Kalvin wondered if the boy would disobey the elephant. Was Philip watching Ethan in the mirror too? Was the elephant’s right hand down by his side just casually, or was it near his stun gun on purpose?

Ethan was able to control himself however, and in a falsely demure voice said, “Yes Philip, sir,” as he came around to the front of the two of them and knelt down in front of Kalvin. The kangaroo’s paws touched the hyena’s thick thighs, framing his massive erection as he looked up at the hyena like a supplicant come to worship, and said, “It is my pleasure to meet you Kalvin, I am Ethan, Master Harvard’s slave, and I am at your servi— mhfph!”

Ethan’s greeting cut off abruptly as Philip’s trunk shoved Kalvin’s dick into the kangaroo’s mouth. Then the elephant’s big right hand cupped the back of Ethan’s head, gripping tightly to keep him from pulling away. Kalvin shuddered as Philip’s left hand grabbed his bare ass, thick fingers pressing between his cheeks to keep the hyena in place as well. The burly hyena looked down past his own chest muscles, his pectorals so much bigger then he was used to after all of Conrad’s training, and meet the kangaroo’s eyes. Kalvin could see the fear in Ethan’s upturned face as he held just the tip of Kalvin’s massive dick in his mouth. Philip forced Kalvin’s dick into Ethan’s muzzle until the broad tip of the hyena’s cock was poking at the back of his throat, tickling Ethan’s gag reflex, all but the last two inches of hyena dick now filling his world.

“There we go boy,” Philip said with cruel amusement as the kangaroo struggled feebly, trying not to choke on Kalvin’s dick. “That’s how you introduce yourself to your betters, cunt. Now, I wanna see you kiss his balls to make up for being rude before.”

Kalvin’s chest tightened and he sucked in a breath as Ethan choked on his thick penis. The kangaroo’s throat spasmed around his shaft and he gagged loudly. The kangaroo was obviously no novice at sucking cock, the lack of any teeth on his shaft told Kalvin that, and he’d probably had experience with other big dicks if the size of Philip’s bulge was any way to judge. But Kalvin could tell that his own dick was too much for the other boy. The hyena’s dick was as thick as Ethan’s wrist. The boy gagged, struggling to pull back, pushing against Kalvin’s legs, but Philip’s grip was iron. Ethan even tried to do as commanded, but he couldn’t manage to take more of the fat dick, but it seemed Philip was determined to see Ethan deep throat Kalvin, even if it meant the elephant had to force the two boys bodily together.

Unfortunately for the kangaroo, that is exactly what Philip did.

He gave Ethan no option but to choke on every inch of Kalvin’s long dick until the hyena’s sweaty balls were rubbing against his chin. Kalvin looked down into Ethan’s frantic eyes as the boy had those last two inches pushed down his throat, squirming and struggling, but unable to pull back. Kalvin could feel Ethan’s muzzle spasm, his teeth almost grazing Kalvin’s shaft, but Ethan was a trained slave, and had been so for some time Kalvin realized. Longer than Kalvin had been certainly, because the hyena didn’t think he’d be able to control his muzzle as well as Ethan was doing even after all of Conrad’s instruction. Ethan gagged and shuddered, and his eyes watered fiercely, but the kangaroo was finally able to make his lips move in a mockery of a kiss as he deep throated Kalvin, even pretending to enjoy what he was doing.

That seemed to be good enough for Philip, and after a minute of holding them together, the elephant relaxed his grip on Kalvin’s ass. The hyena swiftly pulled back, enough so that Ethan could pull in several ragged breathes through his nose. The elephant kept a firm grip on Ethan’s head though, and without much mercy, pushed the kangaroo’s face into Kalvin’s groin again. Not that he really needed too.

Eyes streaming with tears, Ethan began sucking Kalvin’s dick like a demon now that he could breathe again, putting a huge amount of effort into the task of pleasing the hyena. Lips made a tight ring the pulled at his thick cock, while Ethan’s tongue worked the underside of his shaft. The hyena’s chest rose and felt, and he shuddered as the kangaroo’s paws began fondling his fat nuts, playing with them in the way every organization slave was taught too while sucking a master’s dick.

Kalvin could tell the other boy was desperate to make him cum, assuming that if he got the new alpha stud off, he’d be allowed to stop sucking a dick so big it choked him every time he took more than two thirds of it.

Kalvin shut his eyes, head spinning. Yes, it felt good to have a hot mouth sucking his dick, especially so enthusiastically. He also wasn’t used to being deep throated; Frank had always used both his paws to effectively shorten Kalvin’s length when giving Kalvin oral, focusing his mouth’s efforts on the hyena’s sensitive cock head. He’d gotten a few blowjobs like this during training, because Conrad had enjoyed using Kalvin’s big dick to teach a newly captured straight boys how to deep throat. That had felt drastically different though, because all those slaves had worn ring gags to force their muzzles open, and Conrad had forced them down onto him until they passed out. Ethan wasn’t being forced anymore, and the kangaroo was really working his dick like his life depended on making the muscled hyena cum.

That’s when Kalvin’s heart skipped a beat and he began to pant in fear, not just arousal, because he realized with shame that no matter how good a blowjob Ethan gave, the kangaroo couldn’t make Kalvin cum. Sure, Kalvin felt himself approaching the edge, and his balls were tight against his shaft as the kangaroo played with them, but Kalvin could tell it was a false edge. Master Harvard’s alterations would prevent him from achieving a real orgasm. A spark of fear gripped Kalvin because he was sure that Ethan, who was so desperately sucking his dick, did not know that there was no way that the kangaroo could make him cum.

Philip knew, he had to, but why would Ethan have been told? He was just another slave. How was the kangaroo to know that Kalvin's erection, which he was allowed to walk around with so freely displayed, was being kept in chastity just as effectively as Ethan's own plastic encased dick was? Ethan didn't know that however much Kalvin wanted to cum, however good the kangaroo's throat felt as he fucked it, the hyena's balls were never going to spill there load into the kangaroo’s belly, not like this.

Kalvin looked down at Ethan, who looked up at him desperately. Ethan’s eyes were begging Kalvin to cum, pleading with his fellow slave to end this. The hyena opened his mouth to say… something, but what were you supposed to say at a time like this? ‘I’m sorry I can’t cum for you’, sounded so wrong and so pitiful. Kalvin glanced to the side, and saw the elephant grinning from ear to ear, his bulky body looming over Ethan as the kangaroo choked himself and struggled with the hyena’s dick, his muzzle now eagerly, almost desperately working the huge shaft, one paw gripping the base of Kalvin’s dick as he tried to make the hyena cum and finish his ‘introduction’.

The hyena thought as fast as he could while his head spun with pleasure. If Kalvin's orgasm wasn't going to end this, what was? Philip showed no signs of losing interest in torturing the kangaroo with Kalvin's dick. In desperation, Kalvin's paw gripped the elephant through his tented pants, groping until he felt the thick head of the pachyderm's dick, which Kalvin began to jerk almost frantically.

Philip sucked in a deep breath, "Oooh there we go Kal, I knew you'd be the type to help a buddy out. Now, put your other hand on his head. That's it." The elephant muttered as Kalvin's other paw gripped the back of Ethan's head alongside Philip's big gray hand. "Really mash his chin into your balls there Kal. Make sure he’s gonna smell of your sweat long after you wash them clean. That's it buddy." The elephant's thumb pushed at Kalvin's hole, rubbing it firmly as he held Ethan down longer this time, really making the kangaroo feel how damn big Kalvin's dick was. Kalvin whimpered along with the kangaroo as his hips bucked, and Kalvin began thrusting into Ethan’s mouth as his own horniness over took him. The sound pleased the elephant and made him flap his ears. "Yah that's it Kal, you can really let lose, he's used to it." Philip muttered, eyes on the kangaroo boy as he began to sob around Kalvin's thrusting dick, his paws clutching desperately at the elephant and hyena's legs as Philip shoved him down onto Kalvin.

The hyena watched Ethan struggle, and knew that no matter what Philip said, Ethan wasn't used to this. But together, they forced the kangaroo to deep throat Kalvin's massive dick over and over again, gagging him each time the hyena's balls slapped his chin.

Kalvin was gasping hard, his hips shaking and his dick aching as he looked into Ethan's red, tear filled eyes. The kangaroo's hatred for him burned there, his gaze moving between Philip’s smirking face and Kalvin's frantic, apologetic one. All Kalvin could do was work the elephant's dick methodically with his paw, hoping to end this by making the pachyderm cum.

Eventually, Ethan's sobbing became truly pathetic, and his paws began beating against their legs as he begged them to stop. The words were choked moans, desperately begging for the hyena to cum or to just let him breathe, and Kalvin could almost make out what Ethan was saying as he mouthed the words around his thrusting dick. Ethan’s cries were so loud that when the elephant looked up at Kalvin, he had to raise his voice a little to say, "Think he's introduced himself enough? Or do you wanna make him do it this till you cum, sport?" Philip said with fake comradery, slapping the hyena on the back.

"Yes sir!" Kalvin bellowed, and Philip forced Ethan all the way down, holding him there as he frantically struggled. "He's done enough! I... I..." Kalvin whimpered, head bowing, feeling the kangaroo's throat shuddering around his dick. He couldn't stand it anymore. "I’m saving my cum for Master Harvard!" Kalvin shouted, pushing Ethan back and off his dick. The elephant's hand pulled the kangaroo back to his crotch, but Ethan was able suck in great big lungfulls of air rather than hyena dick. Though, since his nose was pushed into Kalvin's balls, he got a very good sniff of the sweaty hyena's musk.

"Ah see squirt, Kal's already going easy on you boy. I told you your new alpha would," Philip said, playfully ruffling the kangaroo's ears as he forced Ethan’s face into the hyena’s sweaty pubic fur. Ethan coughed and glared daggers up at the elephant as Kalvin’s dick smacked against his face, but Philip just grinned down at him. "You should thank him for being so generous with his dick when he’s saving himself for Master Harvard.”

“Yes, Mr. Philip,” Ethan said with bitter rage. “Thank you Kavlin, for fucking my throat like I deserve,” the kangaroo muttered, glaring up at the hyena, one half of his face fully covered by the hyena’s still hard dick.

Kalvin panted, staggering backward as Philip let go of him and sauntered away as if nothing had happened. The guard was so easy and casual about it all, but Ethan looked up at Kalvin as if the hyena had betrayed him.

Ethan struggled to his feet and got back into position beside Kalvin. The two slaves looked at each other, the shorter kangaroo glaring, his face streaked with tears and burning with embarrassment. Kalvin had no idea what, if anything he could do. He wanted to apologize somehow, but there was nothing he could say.

Behind Ethan, Philip poked James in the arm with his trunk, “You introduced yourself properly I assume fox?”

“Yes, Mr. Philip. I shook Kalvin’s hand and welcomed him warmly to the house,” James said, his voice a bit flustered and high pitched as he glanced at the elephant. He and the horse Natasha had watched Ethan’s ‘introduction’ with trepidation, because while Master Harvard enjoyed men with big dicks, Kalvin’s was the biggest they’d ever seen. James would have been tenting his underwear rather badly, if he weren’t locked in chastity, and there was a thin trickle of pre running down Natasha’s leg, the coly was so turned on.

Philip nodded as he picked up his cigar again, taking a casual puff before asking, “You know how to make a Siberian Winter, don’t you James?”

“Yes Philip,” the fox said crisply, his voice a bit high, “that’s a White Russian, sir, but with extra cream?”

“Got it in one,” Philip rumbled, snapping his fingers and pointing at the bar. As James moved to make the drink, Kalvin heard the unmistakable sound of Philip unzipping his pants as he walked back to his chair. "Now, let’s see. Natasha? I think you need to still introduce yourself properly to Kalvin. And as sweet as those balls smelled, I think they need a bit of a wash before Master Harvard gets home. So get your filly ass down there and show your new alpha some proper respect by giving him a tongue bath.”

Kalvin looked down at Natasha as she pranced up to him, eyelashes fluttering as she knelt in supplication. The hyena felt dizzy as the first ‘girl’ to ever give him a blowjob introduced herself properly, her long equine muzzle taking Kalvin’s dick much more easily than Ethan’s had. The hyena began to pant, shivering at the feeling of yet another mouth on his dick as the femmy horse boy took the base of his dick in both paws and began working his shaft quickly and with a lot of skill, tongue focusing on the fat crown of his dick and sending tingling thrills up and down the hyena’s spine.

Behind them, the big elephant trumped in amusement, relaxing into his chair as he stared at Ethan’s back. Kalvin could see an evil smile on his face as he said, “Now who wants to help me get the special cream that makes it a Siberian Winter out of my balls while James makes me that drink?”

Ethan, as the only slave not actively engaged sexually, groaned softly, but the kangaroo got to work pleasing the horny elephant as the horse continued to torment Kalvin’s erection.

The hyena looked down at Natasha, who by unknowingly mimicking the way that Frank blew him, had quickly worked Kalvin up to the point that he normally would be ready to cum. The muscled hyena’s body shook as the events of the day caught up with him. His muscles were swollen, pumped up beyond anything he’d experienced after working out so hard. His balls felt just as pumped, as if every blocked orgasm only made them swell more. His first day as Master Harvard’s slave had not gone as he expected it too. He had actually fucked his master! Kalvin felt exhausted and so fucking turned on at the same time, that the hyena was sure that he’d pass out if he actually came.

But no matter how much his balls churned, no matter how much he fucked the horse boy’s pretty muzzle, he wouldn’t be able to bellow and blow a load like Philip was doing behind him, the elephant’s jizz garnishing the drink James had brought for him.

Ethan apparently knew just how to make the horny pachyderm cum quickly, and Kalvin hoped the kangaroo would tell him what the secret was after what had happened. Kalvin did not waste time wondering if things would get worse, however, because he knew they would.

This was only his first day as Master Harvard’s Alpha slave, after all.

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And, that's chapter 5! That's most of the characters introduce now, save one or two more. More of this series to come, thought that may not mean poor Kalvin gets to cum more.