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🕑 Added 2025-03-12 18:01:43 +0000 UTCCost Saving Measures and Cock Slaving Pleasures
By KinkSaber
“Oh, fuck the CEO!” The raccoon screeched, yanked the keyboard from the desktop tower, and threw it across the room. The cheap plastic smashed against the wall and snapped in half. “Laid off?! Fifteen years! I’ve been here longer than he has been! He doesn’t know shit about my system!”
“Now, I know you’re upset, Lucky – but that’s no way to behave. You’re damaging company property!” Jane from HR said, in a monotonous voice. She didn’t care about the system developer or all the time he’s put into this company. She didn’t care about his loyalty. All she wanted was to finish her job so she could sneak out a half hour early under some pretense of off-site work. Jane was a venomous bootlicker, and that description was much too nice for people like her. “Many, many people are laid off, all the time! For budgetary reasons! It’s not personal. And they’re fine! You’re fine! You’re good at computers, right? You’ll get a new job in no time at all! I just need you to sign this non-disclosure agreement, and we can talk about your severance packag–”
“Fuck you, Jane! And fuck Genextic!” Lucky swiped his hand across his desk and pushed all the folders, paperwork, stationeries, and his half-drunken, lukewarm mug of coffee all to the floor. It wasn’t his mess to clean up. “I’m not signing anything! And if you’re a single day late or a single cent off on my last paycheck, I’ve got all the time in the world to raise HELL – and believe me, I will raise HELL and bury you in paperwork!”
The raccoon stomped out of the office that had been his for the last fifteen years. He had worked his way up from support staff to management to the head of internal systems. That, apparently, wasn’t good enough for the CEO, Mr. winner-in-life, the most eligible bachelor within a hundred miles radius, the one and only, sensational billionaire extraordinaire, Darvy Charmings.
It was only two years ago that the billionaire bought out Genextic Inc. where Lucky worked at. There have been changes, popular and unpopular, demanded from the CEO who knew nothing of the way their business worked, and the cybersecurity and system administration department had in particular been targeted as budget cuts drew near. The main cause of concern for Lucky had always been his team, which still struggled to keep up with the system that he wrote. He had asked for more manpower for the helpdesk team, too, but they had all gone ignored. He worked ten hour days, weekdays and weekends, and regularly skipped going home for the night, while the new CEO left before the afternoon was half over most days. He knew the system was going to be fucked without him. Fucked beyond repair. He fumed. He had invested so much of his life on this, and just like that he had been laid off.
As soon as the raccoon got home, he went straight to the fridge and grabbed a cold bottle. As Lucky slammed the drink back, he couldn’t help but harbor thoughts of vengeance against not just the company, but the CEO himself. What could he do, thought? He was a small mammal, and Darvy Charmings was a giant – figuratively and literally. The snow leopard was easily more than seven times his size, which was pretty damn big even for snow leopard standards. He chugged the bottle, and then popped the cap off another. He chugged that, too.
“Fuggin’ Charmings. Fuggin’ Jane. Fuggin’ – EVERYTHING!” Lucky kicked a cushion that had fallen onto the ground, which smacked meekly against the wall. He was no athlete, and on his best day he could struggle to carry home too much groceries. He was a small thing, and strength was not his forte.
But intelligence and knowledge, was.
He knew Darvy was good at business. Good at talking. Good at negotiating and good at convincing whatever he needed to convince people of. Darvy was, however, not good at technology. Nobody at Genextic was as good at it as him. Lucky hatched a plan.
He hopped onto his laptop, which still had remote access to the Genextic servers. Of course it would. He was the gatekeeper, and none of his team had the password or administrative access to the higher privileges of the system. He logged in, and everything was still available to him – even above the access level of Darvy himself. He could access the accounts, the cash, the database, the – everything!
But let’s not be stupid. Stealing cash from Genextic would put him in jail and the fraudulent cash would be returned by the banks. No. He had to drag Darvy down from his high horse, and hit him where it hurts. He needed Darvy to fail, and he needed Darvy to fail hard.
The raccoon’s fingers flew over the keyboard. He was in his natural habitat. Even while he was a little buzzed, he continued to type in command after command. He removed his employee account from the system, but installed several invisible backdoors that he knew his team could not handle or knew to look for. He took himself off access and payroll, just as any terminated employee would have been. He locked out the system silently. He prevented the passwords from being reset. He locked up critical infrastructure for the employees.
Most of all, he cleared the logs and deleted all of his comments in the most crucial parts of his code. Then, he force-changed the encryption key that all employee passwords would parse through, and reset the security keycards that opened the doors.
He smirked to himself. Come morning, nobody would get into the building.
There were exactly three master key cards that bypassed the security clearance at the front doors. One held by Darvy, the CEO, one held by Knightleigh, the COO, and one held by Checkers, the CTO – Lucky’s direct supervisor – which had been given to him. The Chief Technology Officer was a lazy fuck that failed upwards, after all, and threw all of his work at Lucky whenever possible. He knew neither Darvy or Knightleigh would show up until at least ten in the morning. That should send them into a panic, and his team would probably need a good day or two to figure out the encryption had been changed.
Maybe three days. Three days, max.
Then again, his team wasn’t exactly the brightest. Lucky considered the consequences, and perhaps it was the alcohol that spoke to him, but the raccoon dismissed the disasters that would ensue and pressed enter. It was done.
To celebrate, Lucky slammed back another three bottles and passed out on his couch.
—
The raccoon thought he had woken up to his alarm, but it was his ringtone. His head pounded as the hangover caught up to him. He checked the clock on the wall. It was eight. There was a moment of panic where he thought he was late, but then he remembered that he was fired – and the subsequent events of the previous night. He checked his phone. There were twenty missed calls from his team and five from Checkers. His phone rang again. It was his ex-boss.
“Yuhh? What’s up?” The raccoon sluggishly answered.
“Lucky! Where are you?! I need you here!” Checkers was on the other end. He had never sounded so anxious and nervous. The raccoon, on the other hand, was ready to be busted. He recalled all the things that he’s done, and there was a small part of him that worried that he didn’t cover all of his tracks. “Lucky! We’ve been hacked! Everything is down! I need you here to fix it, right now!”
“Uh.” Lucky began. He couldn’t make heads or tails of what Checkers was going on about. “Hold on. Back up. What, uh, what happened?”
“We’ve been hacked! The company’s system! It’s all down!” Checkers cried. “I need you to come in as soon as possible! We’ve been calling you for an hour! Where have you been?!”
“Yeah, so, about that.” Lucky was incensed that Checkers didn’t even remember he was fired. “Technically, I don’t work for you anymore, remember?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“Jane came in yesterday and fired me.” Lucky recounted. “Well, no. Laid off, she said. Plenty of people are laid off all the time!” The raccoon mocked Jane’s pitchy, irritating voice. “You’ll do fine! YoU’lL dO fInE!”
“What! I never approved that.”
“So, yeah. I don’t work for you anymore, Big C. Bossman.” Lucky said. “Hell of a time to fire the guy who knows the system inside out, right? Well, best of luck with the interns – Lucky out!”
“Wait!” Checkers almost screamed into his phone. ”WAIT! WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT! Wait! Just wait! We can talk about this!”
“What?” Lucky asked.
“I’ll give you a ten percent raise.” Checkers offered. “We’ll redo your contract. Uh. Vacation days. I’ll give you a week – no, two more weeks on top of what you already had. You’re not fired, Lucky, you’re being promoted. There were miscommunications.”
“Promoted to what? Customer?” The raccoon fumed. “I’ve been with you for FIFTEEN YEARS and you didn’t even know I was being laid off? Big C, that’s not fair. That’s so incredibly unfair. And ten percent? Is that all I’m worth to you? Just a ten percent raise and two weeks of vacation time that I never get to take off anyway because nobody else could watch the servers for TWELVE HOURS before you’re up in smoke and flames! Gods! Big C, you know I deserve better than that!”
“Look, Lucky – we need you. I need you. Whatever it is you want, you got it, okay? I’ll make you the Junior CTO, okay? You get a nicer office, flex hours, more pay and more days off, and nobody could fire you again without going through a shitload of bureaucracy and through me – I guarantee that you won’t have to deal with any of this ever again.” Checkers was desperate. “Anything you want. Just name it. We’re hemorrhaging hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute we’re not back online. I NEED you back here, Lucky. NEED.”
“Oh, so Genextic does know that I could fix this all in five minutes flat.” Lucky laughed dryly.
“Well, I know that.” Checkers offered. “I mean, if it’s any consolation, I would never have allowed them to touch you if I knew they were up to something. Why didn’t you come to me yesterday?”
“You were out golfting, Big C.” The raccoon groaned. “Anyway, I have a hangover – I’m going to get some greasy food and go back to bed. Nothing against you. I liked working for you, but I’m not coming back to a company that can lay me off at a moment’s notice. I’m done. If you really, really, really want my help with your system crisis, tell Darvy Charmings himself to come eat my ass and gargle my balls. I’ll change my mind then.”
—
“So, I understand that I’m here to eat your ass?”
Lucky glared daggers at the snow leopard that darkened his doorsteps a mere two hours after his call with Checkers.
“Ah, yes, and gargle your balls, if I’m not mistaken, Lucky.”
The raccoon hated how calmly Darvy said all of that, without so much as a changed expression on his face. It was as if the snow leopard could do no wrong, commit no errors, and make no mistakes.
“That’s sexual harassment, Mr. Charmings.” Lucky replied. “If I had a doorbell camera installed, I’d take you to court.”
“Let’s cut to the chase. I made a judgement call that didn’t give me the result I wanted, so now I’m here to apologize – and to offer you your job back.” The snow leopard adjusted his tie, the stern look still on his face. “A promotion, as Checkers have mentioned. A real one. Double your salary, two more weeks of paid time off on top of your old compensation package, promotion to Junior CTO and you work directly with Checkers and nobody else. You get a new office with a window view on my floor – and how about if I threw in a company car?”
He handed the raccoon a folder, and Lucky read over the new terms of employment. There was everything listed, as the snow leopard promised, and more. Flex hours. Genextic stocks. Dividends and guaranteed year end bonuses. Vacation houses. Priority company passes to events and exclusive platinum level loyalty programs. Altogether the package equaled what the raccoon would have made three, maybe four times what he used to.
Lucky can’t say he wasn’t tempted. Tempted as all hell. But he didn’t like the way the snow leopard tried to solve the problem with a fistful of dollars in his face. He felt insulted. Tempted and insulted. Mostly tempted by the dollar signs.
“That’s quite an offer.” His voice quivered. He heard himself, and knew he had lost the advantage.
“Correct. This is the way I’d prefer to do things.” The snow leopard lowered his voice, and invited himself into the house. There was not much the raccoon could do to stop the larger predator. “As it happens, I’ve taken a look into your codes. Bravo. Encryption is validated offsite on a foreign private server, remote access denied without three factor authentication hardcoded to, I assume, a device only you have access to. Probably not kept in this house, for security purposes. Override requires in-person manual access, and that’s only if I knew where your server was located, so you would at minimum have two accomplices that I don’t know the identity of.”
“..What?”
“Can’t make changes to the system without valid super admin credentials, and can’t revalidate super admin credentials without access to the system.” The snow leopard clapped his hands together slowly. “Genius. Inspired. I know you’re the one who fucked up our system, but I’m very impressed by your skills, so I’m willing to let this go and sweep it under the rug.”
“You have no evidence.” The raccoon bit his lip.
“And I don’t expect to find any, if you’re as good as I believe you to be.” Darvy continued. “So, let’s skip this song and dance. Here are my cards. I have a contract worth a hundred million dollars on my computer and if you don’t unlock it, I’m going to have to file bankruptcy. You want me to eat your ass and gargle your balls? Drop your pants and let’s get it over with. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to fix the damn servers by tomorrow at the latest.”
The snow leopard closed the door and turned the lock without a single glance.
“Are you too chicken to follow through with your outrageous demand?” The snow leopard rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gold watch encrusted with diamonds. That alone was worth more than everything Lucky had in his possession. He rolled up the other, as if he didn’t want the ass-eating to stain his nice suit. “Or do you feel that the three minutes that you’d last isn’t enough to trade for the rescue operation?”
“You’ll do anything, huh?” The raccoon scoffed. “Why don’t you start by stripping? I-I-I want to see you’re not wearing a wire or-or-or anything like that!”
“Childish games.” The snow leopard laughed. He unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it over his head to reveal a perfectly toned, muscular body. It was not a body that computer nerds like Lucky could hope to obtain. There was real work put behind those sculpted abs, the strong pecs, and the gorgeous biceps that Lucky, for a brief lapse in sanity, imagined to embrace him. In seconds, the snow leopard’s top was off. “Oh, you thought I’d be shy about my body?”
“T-t-then take off your p-p-pants!” The raccoon stuttered. He was so embarrassed about the way he carried himself at that moment. The snow leopard only laughed and unzipped himself. Lucky didn’t have to ask for the snow leopard to kick off his loafers and remove his underpants, too.
The raccoon’s eyes were fixed on the feet that were covered only by a pair of black sheer socks. Lucky gulped. That was his weakness. He had always – before yesterday – wanted to see Darvy’s feet. Of course, that was also true of many of his hot, hunky colleagues.
“Do you want me to take my socks off too?” Darvy asked. Perceptive as ever, the snow leopard did not let the raccoon’s gaze go unnoticed. The snow leopard truly had the eyes of a predator. He pressed on. “Or did you want to remove them yourself? Ah, I bet you want to take it off my feet, don’t you? Is that what you’re into? Getting your ass ate, your balls gargled, and taking off socks.”
The snow leopard was three moves ahead, and Lucky didn’t like it.
“I-i-if if you want me to fix your servers – you better – shut up!” His face burned.
“It’s so funny that you’re embarrassed when I’m the one naked.” The snow leopard flexed his arms and legs. “You’re too cute, Lucky Castor. One might think you’re a virgin – if they didn’t already suspect it from your computer skills.”
“S-s-shut up!” The raccoon was flustered.
“If you want to shut me up, then put your balls in my mouth.” The snow leopard teased. “No, really. I don’t have all day. I have business meetings to go to. So hurry up, fuck my throat raw with your tiny two inch raccoon penis, sign the damn contract, and we can both move on with our day!”
The raccoon’s knees felt weak when Darvy approached, and he fell backwards onto the couch. The snow leopard took the chance to pounce and corner Lucky, who gasped as that handsome face was merely an inch from his own. The raccoon panicked and pushed him away with all his strength.
“Fuck! What now?” There was an undeniable tone of annoyance in the snow leopard’s voice. Darvy put his hands on his waist, and the snow leopard’s cock was in the raccoon’s face.
“Wait. You’re actually.. Kind of small.” Lucky’s eyes darted between the snow leopard’s face and his cock.
“..Are you picking a fight?” Darvy asked.
“That’s like, four inches at most.” The raccoon nodded. “And honestly, it doesn’t seem like you’re a grower.”
“Oh, now it’s personal.” The snow leopard growled. It was the first time Lucky heard his ex-CEO sound upset in any manner. The snow leopard had always been so calm; like an impenetrable iron maiden. It’d seem that Lucky had found the one sore spot that the snow leopard was sensitive about.
The raccoon pressed on.
“Yeah, and now it’s a dick measuring contest.” The raccoon felt more confident, more collected now. Lucky pulled his pants down to reveal his own, which was six inches in length and three in girth. “And you haven’t even seen my final form yet.”
There was a twitch in the snow leopard’s eye lids. Lucky knew he had won. Still, the snow leopard pushed on. He moved forward again, and reached for the raccoon’s cock.
“Wait! What are you doing?!” Lucky swiped the snow leopard’s hand away.
“What? Didn’t you want a blowjob?” The snow leopard got more annoyed by the second. “You made an offer, and I accepted. So let’s get on with it.”
“You’re okay to just give blowjobs out like that?!” The raccoon felt incredulous. “What the fuck?”
“It’s a HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR blowjob, asswipe!” The snow leopard exploded, then took another second to breathe in and out to collect himself. “I don’t think you appreciate the gravitas of which I operate.”
“You have like, four hundred billion dollars. What’s a hundred million dollars more or less to you? That’s total chump change – Wait.” The raccoon stopped himself. He recalled how a couple weeks ago he had worked on Darvy’s computer and there were documents all over the CEO’s desk. Highly classified. He never got a good look, but the stamps were recognizable enough. “That contract is a red herring. This isn’t about the money – it’s about the genetic database at Genextic!”
“..Fuck!” The snow leopard growled. Louder, this time, and with more aggression. “Look at you, smarty pants – you figured it out. Now unlock the systems, or we’re both utterly fucked.”
“You’re a little more fucked than I am, aren’t you?” The raccoon breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally found the upper hand he needed to control the situation. “I'm nobody. Worst case scenario, I go to jail for corporate espionage, and a team of the best hackers in the world would take months to crack open my redundancy protocols – and like you’ve said, that’s only if you knew where to look. But you – you, mister, you need the database right now. You don’t have months to wait.”
“Senior CTO. I’ll put Checkers under you.” The snow leopard said. “And that’s my final offer.”
“Genextic is worth what, half a billion dollars at most? That’s generous.” The raccoon continued. “Can’t be about the money. Can’t be about the merger deals. Reputation? No, that’s superficial for you. Genextic database. Genextic database. Ah.”
“Don’t.” The snow leopard warned. “Don’t you dare.”
“Department of defense contracts.”
“And you’ve just opened Pandora's box.” The snow leopard said sternly. “You’re on thin ice, raccoon.”
“That’s why you got rid of me.” The raccoon finally put all the pieces together. “Without me at the helm, there’d be nobody to stop you. Nobody else knew how to work the system I built from the ground up. You couldn’t risk me going rogue just in case the head of system admins didn’t agree with your DoD contracts! With your politics!”
“A simple miscalculation.” The snow leopard insisted. “And one that I am eager to correct.”
“Your ‘miscalculation’ is fifteen years of my life’s work, Darvy.” The raccoon was angry. “I deserve more respect than that – and I think until you show me that respect, I’m just going to keep the servers locked up. Without what’s in my head, the servers might as well be scrap metal!”
“You little pest..!” The snow leopard tried to impose himself on the raccoon, but the raccoon scampered and dodged out of the way.
“Nuh uh uh, Darvy. I’m in charge now.” Lucky chuckled. “If you don’t want to face the consequences, which I’m sure is worse for you than for me, then you listen to me now.”
“What else could you possibly want?”
“Well, that blowjob, for one.” The raccoon admitted. He couldn’t help but imagine himself fucking the snow leopard’s throat raw. He might as well. He had strategically fucked the snow leopard into a corner already. “But right now? I want you on your fucking knees and hands behind your back.”
The raccoon kept his guard up even as the snow leopard complied. Lucky felt a rush of adrenaline when the snow leopard actually knelt down before him, and willingly put both his hands behind his back.
“Happy?” Darvy grunted. “Now let me suck you off before – ”
“Not so fast.” The raccoon circled around him and ran off to his room before he returned with ropes.
“Really? That perverted shit is what you’re into?”
“Do you want the servers unlocked or not?” Lucky dangled the bait over the snow leopard, which easily shut him up.
“Fine. Whatever. Get it over with.” The snow leopard sighed and did not resist when his wrists were bound behind him. Then it was his ankles. The raccoon then pushed him over and secured his limbs together in a hogtie. For an even more secured measure, ropes weaved between the snow leopard’s strong biceps and thighs and wrapped him up tight. “This is entirely unnecessary. I – mmhhhphh!”
Lucky stripped the socks off the snow leopard’s feet and roughly stuffed it in Darvy’s mouth.
“Don’t spit it out.” The raccoon instructed. There was a glare of anger from the snow leopard’s eyes, but Darvy complied with that, too. In another moment, tape that seemed to come out of nowhere trapped the sock inside. Lucky wrapped it around the maw, then the eyes, then taped those snow leopard ears down. It wasn’t enough to deafen Darvy, but enough to deprive him of just about all of his senses.
Then, Lucky walked away.
Darvy was left alone. He groaned and grunted and struggled through his bonds. Much like the systems he wrote, the ropework was secured and there was nothing the snow leopard could do to break out.Darvy exhaled and calmed himself as much as he could. He swished his tail, but even if his tail was free it couldn’t have undone some of the intricate knots that he saw the raccoon loop him in.
Then, something cold was slathered across his feet. The raccoon’s hands returned to rub the lotion all over those soles and toes. Another squirt. Darvy groaned. Lucky did not use the moisturizer sparingly. The massage lasted only a few minutes, and then Lucky left the snow leopard alone in his living room again.
An hour passed. The raccoon returned to apply the lotion. Two hours. The process repeated. Three. By the third time, the snow leopard was angry. He struggled tightly against his bondage. There was nothing else to stimulate him but the angry thoughts in his head to keep him company.
“Calm down, Darvy.” The raccoon said loud enough for the snow leopard to hear. “Don’t hurt yourself. We’re not done yet.”
“MMM-GRRRR”
“Don’t struggle too much.” Lucky laughed. “I’m working on the servers on my laptop right now, and who knows? If you bump into my table and knock the laptop over, it’d be over for you, you know?”
The snow leopard froze in place immediately.
“You really don’t want to fuck with my laptop. It’s the only thing that can save you right now – and you’re going to be here as my emotional support snow leopard until I’m done fixing the servers.”
“Mhhp..!”
“Mm-hm.”
Four hours. Five. Every so often, Lucky would apply another layer of lotion to the snow leopard’s feet. It was in his sixth hour of bondage that Darvy finally felt his feet become more sensitive, and that’s when he figured out what the raccoon wanted. Lucky didn’t just soften his soles up for a footjob – there was something far more sinister. The snow leopard did not want to even think about it.
The raccoon merely took a sip from his fourth mug of coffee and continued to slam on his keyboard. Occasionally, he took a glance at those upturned snow leopard soles. They looked so much softer and approachable than the hostile Darvy when he first arrived.
Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Ten hours of bondage and ten applications of lotion later, Lucky finally removed the blindfold from the snow leopard – and the socks in his mouth.
“Are you happy now?” Darvy muttered. He was exhausted. He wanted to leave, but it wasn’t up to him. It wasn’t just the physical bondage he was in – but rather he can’t leave unless he had access to those servers. The Genextic database was far more valuable than Lucky realized, the snow leopard thought.
“Just about.” The raccoon replied. “A couple more hours and I might – MIGHT – have it all running properly.”
“A couple more hours?!” The snow leopard cried.
“I could make it two more days.” The raccoon offered.
“Just get them back online!”
“Oh, they’re online.” Lucky chuckled. “That was done hours ago.”
“Let me go, then!” The snow leopard struggled again. “This instance!”
“Don’t you want to hear about what I’m working on?” The raccoon kicked the snow leopard on the ground. “It came to me that I can’t hold the servers hostage forever. Not like this. I had everything up and running again before noon. That was simple enough.”
“What the hell did you do now?” Darvy asked. Not much to do but play into the raccoon’s hands. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Implemented a couple dead man’s switches.” Lucky replied. “Sorry, can’t trust you after what you pulled. Can’t have you order to extract the data and kick me out of the picture again – so that’s what it is. Hidden junk code that will nuke your entire technical infrastructure without my manual input at predetermined and regular intervals. Nuke everything if you mess with my code. Nuke everything if somebody tried something stupid. Call it job security.”
“Overkill, especially when I had no plans of doing that.” The snow leopard rolled his eyes.
“You don’t know the meaning of overkill.”
“Now, if you’re quite happy – I suggest you let me go before you get into real trouble.”
“You don’t know the meaning of trouble, either.” The raccoon stood from where he sat, reached his hands towards the sky, and stretched. “The more I dug into the systems, the more dirt I found – and I’ve already made a copy of everything, too.”
“What do you want, Lucky?”
“Revenge, really.” The raccoon admitted. “You laid me off with no notice, threw a wrench in my career. This is going to follow me the rest of my life – and all because you can’t be happy with the money that you’ve already got.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“You know what? You’re right.” The raccoon was angry. Even after all he’s done, the snow leopard treated him with such condescendence, as if none of what he did mattered. He wanted to make the snow leopard pay. Not just with the money that he had tons of – but to really, really pay. “There aren't that many problems that you can’t do away with, with your cash, Darvy Charmings. Richest bastard in the northern hemisphere. I should aim higher.”
“..Fuck! Haven’t you had your fun already?”
“Speaking of fun..!”
The raccoon put his bare foot over the snow leopard’s face, his toes dug into Darvy’s cheek.
“Cute. You think a little steppies is going to make me feel insulted?” The snow leopard turned his face away. “You don’t get to where I am by being emotionally led by the nose. This is business, Lucky. Big felines like me make big money, and –”
The raccoon covered the snow leopard’s mouth with the sole of his foot, which muted Darvy. The eye roll from the snow leopard told him all that he needed to know – the snow leopard cared little for his current predicament. The raccoon knew he had to step up his game.
“Shut up, Darvy.” The raccoon said as he steeled his resolve to take it to the next level. He had thought about it for hours, even while he hammered away on that keyboard. There were inhibitions in the normally kind and meek raccoon that made him think twice about what he’d do. It was at this point that he realized he had gone too far to pretend this was all a joke now – and if he simply let Darvy go, the snow leopard would have another thing to jeer at him for: the fact that he had the CEO in the palm of his hands and he was too chicken shit to do anything about it. “You know what, you’re right. I’ve been too soft. I’ll do better, Darvy.”
The snow leopard snorted with disbelief. Darvy was convinced that the raccoon couldn’t take ownership of the situation if his life depended on it, the same way he conducted his professional activities. That’s why he kept at the additional ‘failsafe measures’ – to prepare for the eventuality that his original plan would fail. Darvy had no doubts that Lucky was intelligent, but he also knew that the raccoon had no balls – so to speak. That’s also why he allowed himself to venture into the raccoon’s home without any sort of back up. He would be – as he assumed – completely safe.
But little did Darvy know, his underestimation of Lucky’s desire for revenge would soon be his undoing.
Lucky left the snow leopard alone for all of thirty seconds, and then returned with a duffle bag in tow. The first item that the raccoon retrieved from it was a choker, which was soon locked around the snow leopard’s neck. The second was a small leather band that bounded the snow leopard’s tail in an S-shape. Then, a thin steel wire was used to connect the ring on the leather band and the choker, which pulled the snow leopard’s tail backwards until Darvy’s back was arched. Just when the snow leopard was about to complain, an O-ring, which was an obvious gag, was offered to his face.
“Really, Lucky? A little S&M gear is all you can muster?” Darvy laughed. “You think I haven’t played with any of these before? Am I eating asses or sucking dicks today, or what?”
“I could just wipe the entire server if you’d prefer.” The raccoon said.
“Fine, whatever.” Darvy said, and opened his mouth. The band wrapped around his head as his maw was forced open by the O-ring; and then his eyes blindfolded by a cheap strap that no doubt was purchased from an unreputable online distributor. “Ughhh.”
That was all he could say before the unexpected happened.
The raccoon circled around until he sat near the snow leopard’s feet. Two hands took hold of Darvy’s ankles, and then the snow leopard felt the raccoon’s face dive right into the center of his soles.
And Lucky breathed.
The snow leopard was baffled. When he teased the raccoon nearly ten hours ago, he did not expect to be so on the dot.
“Fuck.. so soft!” Lucky moaned. He took another whiff of the snow leopard’s soles while his cheeks caressed the tenderness of Darvy’s foot flesh. He let his nose poke between the toes. He inhaled the snow leopard’s scent again. Darvy smelled of expensive, pompous cologne. There was a trace of sweatiness, but hours of being exposed to the air and the repeated lotion treatment had removed most of that scent. Unlike how he appeared, Darvy did not have a masculine scent – his feet were almost free of the snow leopard’s unique smell. There was no musk and no saltiness to it.
The raccoon’s fingers rubbed through the softened soles. The snow leopard had to focus to keep a whine from escaping his throat. He hadn’t realized how much more sensitive his feet had become. Every touch of the raccoon’s fingers made him squirm, internally and physically. No matter how hard he tried, though, the whimper soon came from his open maw, and his breath became labored.
The lack of sight, of course, did not help.
“And so sensitive, too, it seems.” Lucky sounded excited. For the first time that day, Darvy began to worry. The touches against his soles were rough, and the sniffs and muzzles were heavy. He doesn't recall Lucky ever being that into anything – at work, at meetings, or even at slacking off. There was a spark in the raccoon’s voice that made him feel anxious. He would be right to.
The raccoon’s tongue finally slipped from between his lips and gave the snow leopard’s toes a lick. As soft as Lucky thought Darvy’s feet were against his cheeks, they were ten times softer when he lapped across the digit on his tongue. The raccoon shuddered as he felt the hidden desires inside him fulfilled, to the degree that even he himself did not know how much he needed it. He licked again, then wormed his tongue between the snow leopard’s toes to get a better feel, a better taste. The soft skin of Darvy’s soles made fireworks inside the raccoon’s head go off; as did the raccoon’s erection.
But that alone wasn’t the only thing that excited Lucky. Not quite. There were also thoughts of how he’d abuse these soft soles when he was done. With each lick the raccoon became more eager, more relaxed. His laps turned into slurps, and his slurps turned into hungry bites, ravenous gnaws, and an unreserved make out session with the bound snow leopard’s feet.Lick after lick after lick Lucky felt himself become less inhibited, less restrained by the social norms that restricted his actions. Less adverse to the consequences of what he had done. His brain shut off and there was only him and the snow leopard’s feet in that moment, in that room.
He didn’t care.
He shoved Darvy’s toe, two toes in his mouth at a time. He sucked on them and licked the undersides and the top as his maw drooled all over the wiggly digits. Between the frustrated groans and whines from the snow leopard, all that Lucky heard was the wet sound of worship from his own mouth against the helpless snow leopard soles and toes.
They were fucking delicious, too.
And as he licked, the cravings burned hotter, the desires deepened. He had already satisfied one aspect, why not the others? Why not let his demons come out to play?
Lucky reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a fur grooming brush, with stiff, brisk metal bristles, and laid it upon the snow leopard’s arches without warning.
“Aaaa!! AAaahhaa haa haa haaah!!”
The sound of the snow leopard’s sudden screams of terrified laughter was music to his ears. He continued.
Rake after rake after rake against the soft, tender soles. His saliva only lubricated those helpless feet and made the brush’s effect multiply. The bristles danced upon the helpless arches as they drew lines after lines of scriggles in every direction the raccoon could think to direct. Up, down, circles and zigzags. One of the raccoon’s hands held onto the snow leopard’s ankles and the other assaulted the soles with the brush that seemed to have been specially made for the occasion. Scrape, scrape, scrape. The sound of the tings of the bristles was incredibly therapeutic to Lucky’s ears – as were the snow leopard’s screams of laughter.
It was also then that the raccoon realized how unkempt and unreserved the snow leopard was. The stoic, stone cold facade had been broken, and this was what it took – to exploit Darvy’s weakness that nobody else knew.
And that line of thought made him feel so incredibly powerful in the moment.
“Small dick, ticklish feet – Gosh, Darvy, who’d have thought you were such a pathetic thing without your cash?”
Darvy would have retorted something in anger if his throat wasn’t forced to spill out chains of laughter. Screamed laughter. Howled laughter. The snow leopard’s eyes were wet with tears and his muzzle was messed up with snot and drool. Darvy was like a banshee that could only shriek in unintelligible, helpless screeches.
Of course, the more unsightly the snow leopard became, the more it turned the raccoon on.
Lucky reached for a bottle and slathered the snow leopard’s soles in massage oil. Rubbed it in real good until every last inch was covered. All he heard was something that sounded like begging, akin to ‘no, no, no!’ – but the raccoon didn’t care. He smirked and the brush returned to treat the snow leopard’s sole with everything they deserved – maddening scratches that turned the bound snow leopard into a wiggly worm.
When the brush was abandoned, in their place were grooming gloves with silicone tips all over the palms. Lucky wore them on his hand and began to ravage the snow leopard’s tired, abused soles as Darvy could only writhe harder on the ground. The pathetic conduct made the raccoon feel vindicated, satisfied with the snow leopard’s greedy decision to cut his job. Amidst the cough and cries, Darvy sounded genuinely fearful of the raccoon’s wrath, and that was good – better than good. It was one of the few times that the snow leopard took him seriously, and Lucky enjoyed the power in his hands.
His fingers rushed through and between the tortured toes and pinched each one; he whistled and hummed a silly tune when he wiggled Darvy’s toes, before he slipped them back into his mouth and sucked as he tormented the soles once more with his finger and palms. His tongue squirmed between the wiggly toes, as did his silicone-nubbed fingers, and all that did was drive the snow leopard insane with a most ticklish sensory overload.
Still, he wasn’t done.
The raccoon’s sharp teeth glazed across the toe pads as Lucky wrangled the shaking soles. The snow-white snow leopard’s skin began to grow pinker and pinker, with a blush and a heat that he could not hide. The way they trembled made Lucky grin like an idiot – to have such a perfect pair of soles for himself was such a treat.
Such a treat that he didn’t want to let go of.
He reached into the duffle bag again, and from it retrieved a very special anklet. It was one that he had spent quite the sum on – to have it custom made from silver. Thin. Sleek. Very fashionable. The raccoon wrapped it around Darvy’s ankle and snapped it close. He flipped the one and only charm attached, which on it was a single word.
“Owned.” Lucky whispered. He felt shivers run up his spine.
Yes, Darvy’s feet belonged to him now, whether the billionaire liked it or not.
And, actually, more.
His hand made another journey into the bag of secrets, and this time, Darvy really did scream for his life.
“OHHHH!! N’OOOOOOOOOOOH!!”
The snow leopard shook his head and his cheek felt the rugburn against the raccoon’s cheap floor carpet.
Lucky merely smirked as he flicked the snow leopard’s cock with his finger. It twitched. He heard the snow leopard cry out. He waited until the swelling faded from Darvy’s shaft and clicked the contraption over it. The snow leopard’s small, easily handled penis was looped into the head of the cage, where the raccoon clicked it close.
“NOOOOOOOOH!!” Darvy cried again as he felt the metal tighten around his most precious area.
The snow leopard’s balls were next. A ring looped around them at the base, where they were held snugly. Click. Click. Locked. The raccoon took a connecting plate and closed it around the snow leopard’s sack. It snapped into position and hid them from view, pressed them against the snow leopard’s taint. Darvy felt trapped like he had never been before. He turned his head to look between his legs and saw that his cock and balls had been completely isolated from the rest of his body, completely blocked off.
“Tungsten.” Lucky said, without being asked. “You know? Toughest metal on the planet. You’re not going to cut through this without a diamond saw, at least.”
The color just about drained from Darvy’s face. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get it off, but who did he know could possibly have a spare diamond saw in their toolbox – and keep their damn mouth shut? It was one thing to have his servers ‘hacked’, it was another to be locked in a chastity cage.
The raccoon laughed and finally took off the ring gag that prevented the snow leopard from speaking, and the blindfold that prevented him from seeing.
“Take it off! Take it off – please!” Darvy’s first words were, as the raccoon expected, desperate. He looked at it once, and turned away. He had been humiliated. “Please. Lucky – I’ll give you anything!”
“What are you panicking about? I haven’t even locked it yet.” The raccoon dangled the sinister looking lock in the snow leopard’s face. “I mean, it’s coming, but I want to hear you beg.”
“No! No! Please – Lucky – I’m begging you! Don’t do this! Don’t do this to me!”
“Or what? Come up with some threats. You’re good at that, Darvy. Rich boy like you? So uncreative!” The raccoon fiddled with the lock on the chastity device around the snow leopard’s crotch and left it unlocked for the time being. Darvy couldn’t even close his legs to stop the raccoon from doing that. He was truly powerless before Lucky, and the raccoon loved to see the snow leopard sweat.
“Lucky! Lucky! No! Noo! No threats! No retaliation, okay? I won’t come after you – believe me! Please believe me!” Darvy’s voice shook and wavered. It was so refreshing for the raccoon to finally be heard by the one person who seemed to ignore his technical advice whenever he could. “Lucky! Hear me out – just hear me out, okay? You don’t need to do this!”
“Maybe you’ll convince me to take it off with some good behavior, but until then, it stays on.”
“How am I supposed to – ugh..!” The snow leopard’s face was red as a tomato. “I can’t even pee in this thing!”
“You sit. Like a girl.” The raccoon added. “Like a good little pet. Like I said, you just have to prove to me you could be on your best behavior. A little insurance for me.”
“..Ugh!” The snow leopard bit his lips. “Okay! Just tell me how many millions you want!” Darvy begged again. “Ten? A hundred? I’ll give you a hundred million dollars. I’ll wire it to your bank. I’ll give you stocks. Whatever you want!”
“I see you still haven't learned your lesson, Darvy Charmings. You can’t buy your way out of everything. Not with me. You need to learn to respect people for who they are.” The raccoon chuckled. “So, to make sure you really understand that, we’ll do this the hard way.”
“No, no, no, NO!!”
Lucky grinned smugly as he reached between the snow leopard’s legs and clicked the lock shut. Like the chastity cage, the lock, too, was made of tungsten. It was a digital lock, the passcode for which was obvious that only Lucky knew. It was pricey, and Lucky hadn’t even taken out his toy for a spin himself yet – but this was so, so much more satisfying. More so than anything he could ever have done.
“Damnit!” The snow leopard whined. He had been defeated, and it showed in his voice. Anger. Exhaustion. Desperation. Resentment. Grievance. A deep sense of being inflicted with injustice. The very same feelings that Lucky had himself felt not that long ago. “How could you do this to me?!”
“Oh, and before you tried anything stupid – if you get the passcode wrong three times in a row, it locks up permanently.” The raccoon was proud of himself. That was a lie, but Darvy doesn’t need to know that. He reached over and punched in a random number, to which the lock beeped menacingly. Then he did it again. The sheer horror on Darvy’s face was worth the theatrics. “That’s two. Now, let’s hope you don’t accidentally push any buttons, hmm?”
“Lucky..! Please!”
“That’s Master Lucky to you now, pet.” The raccoon insisted.
“..Master Lucky.” The snow leopard corrected himself, with bitterness in his mouth as he said those words.
“Now, here’s what we’re gonna do, pet.” The raccoon tapped his foot on the chastity cage as he reached for his phone, to which Darvy was completely powerless to stop the photos of his cock, in a chastity cage, being stepped on by Lucky’s foot, being taken. His face was in full, perfect view, with a clearly used ring gag and blindfold on the floor next to him. Photo after photo was taken, and with each snap of the camera the snow leopard felt his dignity drain away. “I’ll keep these photos private – for now.”
“Nooo! Delete themmmm!”
“And you’re going to come back every week and we’re going to have our fun, pet, won’t we?” The raccoon tapped the cage again. For good measure, he rubbed his own foot on the warm metal. Darvy knew he was screwed when he felt no skin contact. His entire cock had been locked up. “You’ll come – willingly.”
“B-but-!” The snow leopard choked.
“Let me finish.” The raccoon took another photo. This time it was a close up of the snow leopard’s face. Darvy was a mess, and Lucky loved it. “Or, rather, I’ll let you finish. You’re gonna come over, on my schedule, and you’re gonna come in with a good attitude; and then you’re gonna let me tie you up and have another go with those pretty feet of yours.”
“W-why would I do that?!” The snow leopard still had some fight in him. The raccoon only smiled in response.
“Behave well, and I’ll think about letting you cum once a week. Misbehave, and you lose the privilege.”
The snow leopard gulped. “O-only once?! Y-you’ll kill me!”
“Then you’ll be a good boy, won’t you?” The raccoon crossed his arms. His foot nudged the lock again. “Won’t you?”
“..Yes sir, Master Lucky.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to have another go with those feet of yours. I’m going to make you sing. Heh heh heh..!”
=The end.=
