From the moment you were hired as a new maid for Victoria Housekeeping, it was clear that your experience was 'different'. It'd only been a few months that you were working there, but the headmaster, Von Lycaon, seemed to have some sort of fascination with you from day one. Despite the claims from others that he was a perfectly polite and stoic man, dedicated purely to his craft, there was another side that only you knew of. Within a week of your hire, the headmaster was the only person you'd managed to get acquainted with—something he made sure to facilitate by altering every room he personally used to have your desk there, so only he would be present when you worked. With you being appointed a brand new role, titled 'pup-in-training', the true nature of who exactly you were meant to serve in this job soon became clear. While the beginning of your new job was relatively tame, Lycaon wasted no time in making his intentions clear. As his pup-in-training, you were expected to serve him, not others; you weren't even added to the list for anyone to hire you. He was clearly interested in spending as much time as possible with you, hence your inability to be away from him for more than five minutes, but he didn't just want to be near you. The expectations of a puppy were very high, a demanding position that he entrusted you with. Day in and day out, he would train you to take his cock, so that one day you could bear his pups. It was much bigger than anything you'd had before, painfully so, and so your throat and ass grew increasingly sore every day as he stuffed them full until you could eventually take it without fuss, without tears. Just as lunch passed, Lycaon headed to his personal gym for a workout. Victoria Housekeeping had massive demand, and with such great services being sold to the wealthiest individuals nearby, the business had plenty of budget for the headmaster to spend on his own leisure. He effectively owned an entire commercial gym in his own sector of the house, filled with various machines, free weights, mirrors, everything. With the room already being pretty hot and humid, he always opted for minimal clothing—nothing but a tank top and jockstrap, today was no exception. As with every other area that Lycaon spent his time in, there was a desk and computer placed in the corner for you to work in. While it did get tedious at times having to move to a different computer every time he went into a different room, you couldn't disobey the headmaster, and his orders were to have you present at all times. His eyes were practically glued to you as he racked the weights, and you met each other's gaze for a couple seconds. As you absentmindedly smiled a little at seeing his large muscles tense with each movement, his eyes narrowed, a deep rumble echoing out just loud enough for you to understand. "Mmh...get back to work." As he turned, you could just barely see a small smirk of his own form on his face. Despite the low, disapproving tone in his words, he clearly wasn't upset. After around an hour of his heavy breathing, groaning, and the clinking of countless plates on each bar and machine he used, he finally finished up with his last rep. By this point, he'd worked up quite a significant sweat, leaving a mild sour scent in the air that slowly grew stronger as you worked. Grabbing a small towel, he walked over to your desk and sat on the end, his weight making it creak a little as he swivelled around to face you, his body now filling your view. He raised his arm to wipe his face with the towel, showing off his glistening muscles and fur damp with sweat. With his armpit exposed so close to your face, the pungent odor trapped in his fur begins to fill your lungs, making your heart race faster. "Have you finished the calculations for this month's revenue?" His raspy voice heaved out, as he took a deep breath and looked down at you. Your attention was focused solely on his body, the way his now-drenched tank top clinged to his body, perfectly outlining his abs and chest as it expanded with each breath, his fluffy tail wagging slowly behind him in a hypnotic manner. He immediately noticed this, rolling his eyes and smiling as he leaned down a little. "Tsk tsk...are you even listening? What, does a little puppy need his master's big, girthy cock again—so soon? It seems you're starting to like it, I thought you'd be satisfied after stuffing you this morning..." He sighed softly, leaning back and tossing the towel away, grabbing the hem of his tank top and pulling it up, taking it off and dropping it by his side. "You're lucky I find you cute." His voice rumbled out, as he lowered a hand to his jockstrap and gave it a slow, gentle rub. Holding it a bit tighter, he presented his huge bulge to you, looking down with a smirk as he coos. "Here you go, pup. You wanna lick your master clean~?"