The Librarian's Pet

Daniel had never expected to work at the library before. For that matter, he'd never truly expected to step inside of one. Despite his love of reading, the social stigma of spending time in such a place always kept Daniel away. After all, libraries were just for nerds, right? His average looks and timid demeanor already left him as a bit of a social outcast. Spending time at the library would surely seal his fate.

At least, that's what the young man thought until one day, at his university's fitness center. While running on the treadmill, Daniel overheard Roger, one of his classmates and an infamous gym-nut, talking to his friends.

"Hey, Roger. You coming to the game this weekend?"

"Nah, man. I've got work Saturday night."

"What!? Bro, you've been way too busy since you got that job at the library. Can't you take a night off or something?"

"Yeah, ditch the nerds and old ladies and come hang with us."

"No way, man. I need the money. And besides, I'm pretty sure my boss could lift more than you two combined."

Listening to their argument as they departed, Daniel took a big drink of water and considered what he'd just heard. Surely it wasn't true that Roger was working at the library? Daniel considered a jock like that to be the exact opposite of a book nerd. But maybe if a guy like Roger could find a place at the library, then Daniel could visit without worrying.

And so Daniel found himself cautiously wandering to the library the following day. Despite his trepidations, he desperately wanted to witness inside. He'd spent countless hours imagining the interior of the municipal library. From the outside, it dwarfed the buildings around it and filled Daniel with imposing purpose. With a deep breath, the young man marched inside, eager to set eyes on the marvelous books within.

As he pushed through the entrance and entered the central atrium, Daniel gawked at the cavernous layout of shelves filled with books, magazines, music, movies, and so much more. He spied Roger in a tight green sweater behind the front counter, cheerfully assisting an elderly visitor. Unsure of whether to approach, Daniel slowly wandered forward, hoping that he wouldn't get recognized. It's not like he and Roger ever interacted in any way. What would he even-

Daniel's thoughts screeched to a halt as he walked face first into a wall. Or at least, that's what he would have assumed. The surface was sturdy and unmoving, but with a soft outer texture. As the young man staggered back with a start, he looked up and beheld the "wall" he had just confronted. Only it wasn't a wall. Merely the torso of a man, apparently in his mid-40s, standing over 8 feet tall and clad in a soft green polo shirt and pressed khaki pants.

Staring up at this mountain of a man, Daniel desperately wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn't form. He could see the ripple of thick muscles under the man's tight-fitting clothes, and he was left absolutely speechless. His heart started racing as blood rushed to his face. What was he supposed to do now?

"Are you okay there? I'm sorry, I must have been in the way." A deep voice cut through Daniel's thoughts as the large man gazed down at him with a soft smile.

"O-oh, no... I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and..."

"That's quite alright." The man studied Daniel for a moment before continuing. "I haven't seen you around here before. This must be your first time. My library's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

Daniel nodded quickly as realization dawned and he looked up in wonder. "You own this place?"

The man chuckled and his smile widened, showing off his rows of perfect shining teeth on his statuesque face. His eyes seemed to glow with joy as his wide body shook jovially. "I do indeed! My name is Dorian by the way." He extended an enormous hand and Daniel timidly took it to shake. Dorian's grasp was surprisingly tender and the feeling of his warm hand wrapping around Daniel's own made the young man blush even more than he already was.

"I-I'm Daniel..."

"Well Daniel, seeing as it's your first time here, would you like me to show you around?"

Daniel looked up with surprise and nodded, eager to see all this library had to offer. The next hour went by in a flash as Daniel was whisked from section to section, getting to see the immense offerings the library contained. He marveled at every shelf and fawned over the sheer volume of knowledge and art contained within these walls. The anxiety Daniel had first felt melted away as he smiled and admired the marvels of Dorian's library.

Amid his excitement, Daniel scarcely noticed the fleeting looks of desire exhibited by his guide. Dorian never allowed his gaze to linger for long, but with each look at the young man, he saw a passion and innocence that filled him with excitement.

By the end of the tour, Dorian wrapped an arm around Daniel's shoulder and walked him to the front desk. "I hope you enjoyed everything here, Daniel."

Daniel smiled and nodded, a few select books in his arms. As he placed them on the counter and Roger began to scan them, the two shared a silent moment of recognition. Dorian recognized their gaze and smiled warmly. "Ah! You two must know each other from school." He turned to face Daniel. "Roger has been a fantastic assistant. His services have been greatly appreciated... but I could always use a bit more help around here. Daniel, would you like to join us as an assistant here as well? I can see how much you love it here and I think you're a perfect fit."

Daniel flushed and nearly dropped the books he was retrieving from the desk. It was the last thing he'd expected to hear, but something about Dorian's request just felt so... right. "I... I think I'd enjoy that a lot!"

Dorian grinned and placed a large hand on the young man's shoulder. "Excellent. Then come back here tomorrow and we'll get you all set!"

Daniel melted in his new boss's grip and couldn't help but blush. "S-sure thing!" Rushing out of the library with his books in hand, Daniel could barely contain his excitement. A new job at a fantastic place was more than he could have wished for on his first trip to the library.

~~~

Daniel's first day of training went quickly and smoothly. Dorian gave him a brief tour of the staff-only areas and Roger explained the computer system and front desk duties. He followed Dorian around and helped return books to their shelves, intimately learning the layout of the maze-like building. Despite his laser-like focus on learning the ins and outs of his new job, Daniel continuously felt his mind wandering to lustful daydreams of his boss. There was something almost uncanny about how attracted he was to Dorian. This enormous, hulking, tender man with a bad habit of standing way too close behind his subordinate. At times Daniel would catch a whiff of his aftershave, a bizarre mix of spices and musty bookshelves. Being in his boss's presence for so long warped his thoughts and made it unseemingly difficult to focus, but for the sake of his job, Daniel pushed ahead.

Shaking himself from another uninvited daydream, Daniel continued entering books into the computer system, just as Roger had instructed. The young man was surprised at how quickly he was getting along with Roger, now that they were co-workers. They spent lots of time during slower hours chatting about school and books they were reading. It turned out Roger was a huge fan of fantasy novels, but didn't want any of his meathead friends to know about it. He'd been burying his face in a book here at the library when Dorian had approached him and offered him a job, just like Daniel.

Over his first two weeks, Daniel continued to grow more and more comfortable with the library. His boss and co-worker would sometimes head off to work in the archives - a room Daniel was informed was off-limits to new employees. During their absence, Daniel would occupy the front desk and return books during slow periods. On one such night, after the last visitors had shuffled out, Daniel took it upon himself to reshelve the last of the books and close up the system for the night. Steering the cart through the enormous aisles, Daniel marveled at the wonder of this job. He laughed to himself, realizing how lucky he was that Dorian had approached him before quickly distracting himself with his job to avoid the intimate fantasy that had already started to creep into his mind. Even now, weeks after becoming an assistant, he still could barely avoid lusting after his boss.

With the last of the books returned to their shelves, Daniel wheeled his cart back behind the front desk and retreated into the back to clock out. Strangely, Dorian and Roger had yet to return from the archives. Ordinarily they only spent about an hour back there getting things organized, but it had already been at least three hours since they'd left Daniel in charge.

Daniel crept through the darkened hallway nervously. The lights in the back offices and break room were off, meaning they had to be in the archives at the end of the hall. The door was barely ajar and a faint sliver of light was visible in the crack. As Daniel approached, he heard a low groan come from inside the room. Confused, he put his ear to the door to try to hear more, but any remaining sounds were hushed and far away.

For a moment, Daniel considered turning around and heading off. Dorian made it clear he wasn't allowed in the archives. It would be simple enough to just leave and let his co-workers close up for the night. But a foolish curiosity overtook Daniel's better judgment, and he slowly pushed the door open.

As he crept inside, the first thing to catch Daniel's attention was the smell. Amid the darkness and rows of shelves was a thick odor of musty shelves and... Dorian's aftershave? It was so familiar, yet so potent. The longer it lingered in his nose, the more Daniel could feel his lust build. Vivid daydreams pushed to the surface of his mind. He saw himself, cradled in Dorian's arms, the man's enormous hand petting his soft hair. He felt the man's hand cup his cheek and pull him in for an intimate kiss. He saw the man begin to unzip his immaculate brown slacks and...

Daniel shook himself free of the dream and wandered deeper into the archives, ignoring his own foolish arousal and instead allowing himself to be drawn towards the muffled noises. He twisted his way around several shelves before finding the source of the light, a small corner obscured by a stack of boxes with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. From behind the stack, Daniel heard a low voice grunt in approval before another voice, Roger's voice, spoke in a lustful tone.

"Yes, Master. They are absolutely divine. I need more. Please give me more..." Roger's confident demeanor was gone, replaced with a submissive lust that instantly stopped Daniel in his tracks. His cheeks flushed and he tensed up. What had he walked into? Was this still a daydream? Why was Roger in his daydream? The young man shivered and slowly peeked his head around the boxes, desperately trying to not make a sound. Despite all his reason and instincts screaming for him to leave immediately, Daniel felt utterly compelled to find out what was happening here.

The first thing he noticed was Dorian. The man who had plagued his daydreams for two weeks. He sat in a large plush chair, almost resembling a throne. His usual friendly demeanor was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a mix of deep pleasure and domineering confidence. His work clothes were slightly disheveled, and his shoes and socks sat in a pile by his seat.

In front of Dorian, with his back to Daniel, knelt Roger. Daniel's co-worker was almost entirely nude, stripped down to his boxers. He appeared lost in a sea of lust, panting and sweating as Dorian's enormous bare foot was raised to his face. Roger's lips excitedly greeted every inch of the man's soles, kissing and licking them entirely clean. As that was happening, Dorian pressed his other foot tenderly into Roger's crotch, massaging a clearly visible bulge as the jock moaned in ecstasy.

"Good pet... you're so deeply lost in your Master's feet. Admiring them... worshiping them... Let them take your thoughts away..." Dorian's low voice echoed through the archives and sent shivers down Daniel's spine. Daniel was shocked to realize that his hand was absentmindedly rubbing the rapidly forming tent in his trousers as he stared on, watching his boss and co-worker in their shocking, kinky display

Daniel had never considered himself to have kinks like these before. However, the thought of him on his knees, worshiping the boss he'd spent weeks lusting over began to drive him mad. What would it feel like to have Dorian's feet pressed into his crotch? How would they taste? What would it feel like to look up at his boss from the floor?

Daniel imagined himself in Roger's place, eagerly licking and sucking Dorian's toes. It brought him more arousal than he could have imagined, and his rubbing grew more intense. As Dorian's foot pressed harder into Roger's crotch, Daniel could almost feel it himself. As Roger moaned in ecstasy, Daniel felt pleasure roll through his body. And when Dorian commanded Roger to cum, Daniel lost all control and orgasmed straight into his pants.

Sudden lucidity flooded the young man's mind as he realized what had just happened. What was he doing? Masturbating in the back of his workplace? Hiding out and staring at his co-workers like a pervert? Shame filled his mind as his cheeks flushed. He ducked back behind the boxes and tried to compose himself. What would he say if he got caught? He couldn't let them find out what he'd witnessed.

Looking down, Daniel saw the stain quickly spreading through the crotch of his pants. Filled with embarrassment, the young man fled the archives and practically ran out of the library and down the street to his dorm. He did his best to hide his humiliating stain as he snuck into his room, threw off his clothes and crawled into bed. Before managing to drift off, Daniel vowed that he would never speak of what he had seen. He had to forget it.

Daniel dreamt of being surrounded by large, muscular feet.

~~~

The next day, Daniel re-entered the library to an enthusiastic greeting from Dorian. His muscular arms lifted several crates of freshly delivered books onto the counter with ease. "Good morning, Daniel! Hope everything went well for you last night. Sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodnight, we lost track of time back in the archives. You can really lose yourself back there." The older man grinned and Daniel paled, laughing dryly and nodding along.

"Are you okay, son? You look a bit sick."

The flustered young man did his best to cool his nerves and shook his head. "I'm fine! Just... seasonal allergies is all."

Dorian clasped Daniel on the shoulder. "Well I'm glad you're okay. Thanks for stepping up last night and covering the counter for us. Roger's got the day off today so it'll just be you and me. Why don't you give me a hand with the displays and then you can run the front desk?" Daniel nodded, barely comprehending the words as the weight of his boss's hand sunk into his shoulder.

"Yes sir. That sounds great!"

For over an hour, the two circled the library, setting up displays one by one. As much as Daniel tried to focus on his work, his eyes were continuously drawn to his boss's feet. The lingering feelings of the previous night still clouded the young man's mind as his curiosity and arousal built unbidden. Measuring a foot and a half long and impossibly wide, Dorian's brown dress shoes were polished and well-kept. But the real prize, to Daniel's rapidly deteriorating mind, were the feet within. So large... veiny... muscular...

Shuddering awake, Daniel completed the last of the displays, attempting to banish the uninvited perversions. Just a day ago he would have had no such thoughts, but now... something had happened to him last night, and he didn't like where it was leading him.

It was a slow day at the front desk, and unfortunately for Daniel, that gave his mind plenty of time to wander. He wondered what had happened after he'd left, and why Roger hadn't shown up today. He wondered if what he had seen happened every time the two of them disappeared into the archives. Why had last night taken them so much longer? Was that the first time something like that had happened? Thoughts, questions, and fantasies overwhelmed the young man's mind, and the absence of visitors gave his mind no respite. Luckily, Dorian kept mostly to himself, but even without his immediate presence, Daniel was slowly losing his grip on reality.

As closing time approached, Daniel cleaned the counters and Dorian emerged from his office to lock the doors. The lumbering man stopped behind the counters as Daniel finished the last of his duties and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Daniel, boy. Would you be able to stay a bit late tonight? I think it's time I show you around the archives."

Daniel's heart skipped as he heard those words. The weight of Dorian's hand returned to his shoulder and his soothing bass voice seemingly compelled Daniel's compliance. The young man nervously nodded and followed his boss into the back, retracing his steps from the previous night into the archives. Holding his breath as they walked, Daniel already knew what was in store for him. Yet he felt completely unable to break step, following compliantly as the older man pushed open the door to the back store room and motioned for Daniel to follow him inside.

The light in the back corner flickered to life and Dorian ushered his subordinate around the maze of bookshelves towards the back corner. With a quivering voice, Daniel spoke up, clinging to every shred of bravery he could muster. "W-what exactly were you going to show me back here, sir?"

The large man stopped for a moment, sensing something in his young subordinate's voice. He approached Daniel, his 8-foot frame towering over the boy. With a firm yet gentle push, he corralled Daniel ahead of him and further into the room. "I simply need to show you one of your most important duties while working here." An authoritative monotone, Dorian's voice compelled Daniel to obey without question.

Staggering forward, Daniel continued to the sight of last-night's events. A weakness he had never felt overcame him as Dorian's dominating presence crushed his will to resist. Once he rounded the corner, he saw it. Dorian's throne and Roger's place of worship. Daniel half-expected to see Roger still there, completely nude and uncharacteristically submissive. To a mix of fear and relief, however, there was no sign of his co-worker.

Daniel stumbled towards the chair, his legs giving out as he fell to his knees before it. Dorian circled around him with a hand on his head, slowly taking off his shoes and socks as he approached the throne. After failing to avert his gaze, Daniel's eyes clung to his boss's two, massive, bare feet. The sound of his rough, calloused soles padding against the cool wood floor sent shivers down Daniel's spine. He broke out in a sweat and could already feel his pants tenting.

"Daniel, my dear boy. I've watched you closely since you started, and you've done so well. You've followed every order given and it's so clear you love this place. This library is becoming like a second home to you, wouldn't you agree?"

Dorian's hulking, muscular form towered above his kneeling captive. Starting at the bottom, the young man admired his superior's meaty feet. His perfectly defined legs and monstrous thighs. Daniel dwelled for an extra moment on the bulge between Dorian's legs before his gaze drifted upwards, across the man's bulky torso and chiseled pecs. The man exuded strength. His body was mature, angular, refined, and so very large. He moved with purpose, every motion holding the young man's complete attention. Daniel's gaze finally drifted above his stern, firm jawline to the top of his face and landed on his dark green eyes.