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Sprawled out on the bed, still naked, and feeling full from dinner, I watched Toby bustle about the room in his fur to clean up the leavings. Druff moved over to where he had set his small duffel, and was sorting through its contents. "This isn't a bad view," I observed. "Not a bad view, at all. A fox could get used to this." Toby set down the flatware by the sink to dry, and turned his back to flex, his tail whipping about playfully. Druff looked up from his bag and grinned. He had pulled out what looked like bundles of straps of leather, connected by metal rings.

Holding one out to Toby, he beckoned. "Please try this on. Let us see whether it suits." Toby moved over to the other tiger and took it.

"What is it? How does it go on?"

"Ah, you have never worn a harness, then? Let me assist you." I watched, fascinated, as the professor strapped Toby up, beginning with what looked like a jock, and then running bands up and around his torso, clipping to his arms, and then tightening the buckles so it fit snugly and caused the muscles it surrounded to bulge a little. Then he stepped back to admire his work. "Yes, this will do, I think."

I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture. "You look hot, Tig."

Toby's ears told me he was unsure about it, but he did his best to look good natured and flexed while I took a few more pictures. Druff went over with a pair of leather manacles and cuffed Toby's paws behind his back, and attached them to something on the harness. Then he came to me with my own leather bundle. "Our fox is a little smaller, so I think this will suit you. Foxes and dogs are similar shapes; here is a hood that will suit your head." I warily looked at the mask he proffered me. "You are unsure. Hmm. At no time will I do anything you are not feeling safe with me," Druff promised. "If you feel the need to stop, either of you, say the words, 'apple pie,' and we will desist. This is a good, safe, word, yes? Apple pie is good and comfortable, for Americans."

I still wasn't sure, but Toby was being a good sport, so I decided to play along. I took the mask and tugged it over my head. It was tight, and I could barely get a finger in to straighten my fur where it had bunched. My eyes were covered, and I prodded around to see if I had put it on wrong. There were no eye sockets! I froze, unsure what I was getting into, and then I felt Druff buckling the neck belt, snug, but not tight. I could still breathe. Suddenly, he was grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me. I felt a pair of leather straps encircling my wrists, and he ran a line under my tail.

"You OK, Craig," Toby asked. I tipped my head, unsure how to answer.

"Remember this word, 'Apple pie.' There is no shame in using it. I know you do not know me perhaps as well as you might like before doing this sort of thing." I didn't move. "Good," said The Druff.

I heard my phone's camera click off a couple pictures. "You may want to see what you look like, after."

A pause, and then I heard Toby moan lightly. "Your chest is so lovely," Druff commented. I imagined him caressing my tiger's pecks. We had agreed to this, but I couldn't stop a little growl of jealousy from escaping my throat. "Heh," said The Druff. Toby moaned again. "Come this way," said Druff. "Let's not leave Craig out." My hearing was muffled by the hood. I didn't hear anything else, until Druff's voice appeared again right next to me. "There, now kneel down.... good." I felt warm breath at my groin, then a muzzle open and envelop my shaft, while a pair of paws brushed my nipples. I felt myself immediately getting hard. The paws went away, and I heard my phone's camera again. Surprisingly, that excited me more. I leaned back a little, lowering my legs over the side of the bed. I could feel Toby between my calves, and used my feet to rub his thighs.

"Ah, yes, now we are getting into the sport a bit." Another picture. And then I felt Druff's mouth on my nipple. I yelped, muffled by the mask. Toby chuffed around my shaft.

Druff stopped, and I could feel him move onto the bed. He moved around, then a paw touched my shoulder. "Here, lean back," he said, guiding me onto the pillows he had arranged, so I could lay without crushing my arms. This pulled me away from Toby, but I felt Druff get off the bed, then Toby climbed on the end and his mouth was back. Druff moved my knees up, and I felt Toby's muzzle move down to my crack. "Ah, yes, now Toby I can see your rump better," said Druff. Toby stopped and rumbled, and I could hear another tongue lapping. I knew where Druff had gone, now, and chuckled.

"Ah, yes, now we are feeling more relaxed," said Druff. "Maybe more trust is established. Now, then." I felt his paws on the sides of my head, and squinted as he unsnapped the cover on my eyes, letting in the bright light of the room. Then he moved back behind Toby and continued lapping for a bit more, before standing up and retrieving something else from his bag. He brought it over and held it up to show me. It looked like a string of beads, each a little more than an inch, wrapped and sealed in rubber on a line. Druff rubbed it with some sort of lube, covering three of the beads, then pressed it against Toby's tailhole. The tiger squirmed a bit, but didn't resist as Druff pushed the first one in. Then he flicked a tiny switch on the end of it, and Toby jumped in surprise. I could hear tiny motors begin to whirr, and realized that the beads must be vibrating. Druff played with the first one for a bit, and then pushed in the second, and finally the third. Toby's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned, forgetting his attention on me.

Eventually, Druff stopped playing with the string, but left it inside of Toby, who was now writhing and whimpering, his tongue hanging out like a dog from the wide grin on his face. He took a couple pictures of Toby's rump, then turned his attention to me. I had not realized before just how strong the man was, but he wrapped one striped arm around me and lifted me to his chest, while the other aimed his rod against my tailhole, settling me down on. I looked over my shoulder at Toby, who watched as the professor bounced me on his hips. It didn't take long before Druff laid his ears back and roared with a climax. I felt my insides swell with the injection of his seed, and it ran down the side of my leg between each thrust.

Finally, Druff lowered me down to the bed beside my mate, careful to set a towel beneath me so my leaking hole would not stain the bed cover. He gently removed the beads from Toby and turned them off. Toby was panting heavily. "Now I have came twice tonight, but neither of you has reached a climax, yet. How inconsiderate of me," rumbled the happy professor. He stared at us both a moment, his muscles flexing in thought. "Ah, yes!" He went to the mini-fridge and pulled out the whipped cream, which he then used to cover my shaft. I yelped at the cold sensation on my tender flesh. "Toby, would you do the honors?" He guided the smaller tiger until he was leaning over me again, and my mate eagerly lapped the cream off me and continued well after I was clean. Meanwhile, Druff unclipped Toby's wrist restraints, and let him use his paws to balance on the edge of the bed where we sat.

Soon I was moaning, thoroughly turned on at this point. Druff stopped Toby and pulled him up to sit on my lap until I climaxed inside my mate. "Good," said Druff. "One more." He directed Toby to sit on the towel now, and had me kneel in front of him. Removing the cover on the muzzle of my mask, he pushed my head down into Toby's lap. "No cream, here," he cautioned. "It would soak into the leather and then stink as it spoilt." Toby put his paws on my shoulders to help balance me, since I was still restrained. As I sucked on Toby, Druff lay down on the floor beneath me and lapped the remainder of his mess from my rump. When he was satisifed that I was clean, he guided me to turn around, and laid me against the foot of the bed with my head down and my rump high, in front of Toby. It didn't take him any time to figure out what Druff wanted, but the larger man pulled him by the harness as he complied, anyway. Soon Toby was standing over me, his shaft deep inside as he piledrove down into me, and again it was only a short while before he let out a roar and seeded my insides. Neither of us had noticed that The Druff was standing in front of us, first taking pictures, and then jerking off. Moments after Toby's climax, he climaxed again, spraying both of us with his seed.

"Good boys," said Druff. He slowly helped release us from our remaining bonds. "Now, let us relax for a bit. Here, you two can get in the jaccuzzi and I will bring you some of that, heh, apple pie, and we can just rest."

Still in a mode of compliance, we did exactly that, and received large slices of the pie we had brought before Druff slid into the water with us. We talked for a bit about what had happened, and decided that while it had felt good, it really wasn't our thing, but thank you very much for the experience. Toby definitedly wanted to know where to buy a set of those beads, though. Druff took all of this in stride, and after we had finished the pie and a glass of champaign each (Druff warned against drinking more in the hot water), he got out and dried off. Cleaning his gear and putting it back in the duffel, he suggested, "Let me finish by giving each of you a massage, and then I will take my leave of you to enjoy the rest of your stay as you see fit." Both of us liked this idea and I let Toby go first, staying in the hot water until he was done. Then came my turn and Toby settled into an easy chair. He picked up my phone and looked at the pictures, then took a couple more of Druff working on my muscles. When he had finished with both of us, we took a couple selfies with all three of us, and as promised, he bade us good night. The massages had relaxed us and the sex with Druff worn us out, so we collapsed into the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.